Katie, Awake in Bed Rewatching the Fight

Katie lay awake that night, seething with rage. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she clicked on yet another fight video. For years she had slept in nothing but panties and loose crop tops, comfortable in as little as possible, just like her ring gear. She had even been considering sleeping completely naked, until Sydney…

That dirty, cheating bitch. Katie exhaled slowly. The constant public exposure had really gotten to her recently. Crop tops became full T-shirts, skirts got longer, and she had even started wearing bras again, which she usually detested. But the worst change in her clothing habits happened that night. After being stripped fully naked and broadcasted to millions, she just couldn’t deal with so much exposed skin anymore. Now she wore her younger sister’s full cotton pajamas which were sweltering, suffocating, and infuriating. They were only a few years apart in age and the set still fit, but Katie almost wished it didn’t. The trapped heat, the public nudity, the cheating, the losing… it all got shaken up into a cocktail of utter misery.

She hit play on the high definition angle. For the fiftieth time that night, she watched herself freeze, hands clamped over her pasty boobies, right before Sydney’s kick made perfect contact with the side of her head. Then the camera zoomed in, in slow motion. Her spread eagled body lay on the mat, legs wide, her untanned pussy glowing white under the arena lights like a beacon begging for perverts from far and wide to get their sick fill. She used to love those tan lines, they used to make her feel so sexy, now she found them to be incredibly embarrassing.

The comments, like on all the other posts, were relentless.

“I’d love to put that whole thing in my mouth bro.”

“What a fucking idiot getting knocked out twice lmao.”

“That Sydney gal made me a lifelong fan after this fight. I can't wait to see more of Katie’s pussy!”

Katie finally had enough. She uninstalled every social app, set her phone on Do Not Disturb, and killed the rest of the cheap pink lemonade vodka she had picked after the fight. She curled up in her sister’s stifling pajamas, and she made sure that no tears fell from her eyes. Her stomach twisted and burned with humiliation and hatred, and she fell asleep soon after that.

The next morning that flame of anger had frozen over into numb helplessness. She was already late for the gym, and she found herself stuck in bed for another hour before she eventually got up. She slowly dragged herself to the shower and there she hesitated. Her eyes darted around the bathroom as paranoid thoughts flashed through her mind. Hidden cameras, collapsing walls, crowds waiting to catch another sight of her **** naked body. She slapped her forehead and groaned. Sydney obviously wasn’t there, it just wasn’t her style to do anything like that without a fight coming up. Katie then sat under the hot spray until the water turned cold, forcing her out.