Chichi leads Booty to the bathrooms

Chichi raked her fingernails across Booty’s face, clawing her eyes and blinding her briefly. Booty wiped the tears from her eyes and saw Chichi running into the crowd. “Hey! Get back here, you little coward!”

She pushed through the crowd, chasing the little Asian, but she was small and fast enough to lose her somewhere. When Booty stopped following to look around, Chichi peaked out from her hiding place. She was tucked away underneath another woman’s dress, suddenly lunging out and locking her feet around Booty’s ankles. She tripped onto her stomach, Chichi pouncing on her back and bashing her face into the dirty arena floor.

“God, chubby! Eating off the floor? Are you so fat you can’t even wait to BUY the snacks!” Chichi insulted, grinding Rochell’s face into whatever mess was beneath her. “Here, maybe you should wash those down with something.”

She grabbed a nearby keg that some fans had brought, pumping it and spraying Booty all over with the beer. “Payback time, your stinky slut! Now come on! By the way, lady…” Chichi added, looking at the lady she’d hid under. “Try and wash some time. Smelled like chubby here’s smelly ass down there!”

She grabbed Booty in a headlock, slamming several punches into Booty’s face. She’d snuck a roll of quarters into her hand to make the punches extra hard. While she did, she led Booty into the men’s room.

“Woops! Wrong room,” Chichi giggled. “Guess that’s not much a difference for you though, huh, tubby? HUH!?” She slammed Rochell’s face into the sink, the black fighter holding her mouth painfully on the floor.