First fight, first article of clothing gone

As the bell rung the two sexy women charged each other full speed. The crowd was on the edge of their seat as they watched an incredibly unique, and erotic, catfight. Both fighters were incredibly calm and unemotional, neither exhibiting the usual screaming that accompanied the two women going at it. Despite T'pol's impressive strength however she could not compare with the power of Seven of Nine. Yet Seven of Nine quickly learned that the Vulcan would not go down without a fight.

They locked up in the center of the ring, however Seven quickly tossed T'pol backwards onto the ground. T'pol remained calm though and spun as she landed kicking out at Seven of Nine. Seven's legs were swept out from below her. It seemed that even before she had hit the mat T'pol was already on top of her clawing at her skintight suit.

T'pol's advantage did not last long, Seven quickly rolled her over and assumed the dominant position. She likewise started ripped at her clothing; trying to get to the sensitive areas underneath. T'pol suppressed her desire to panic and began to push herself to her feet picking up Seven with her. T'pol began hitting Seven finally forcing the female Borg off of her, but not before Seven ripped T'pol's top off.

Seven stumbled back across the ring, stunned by T'pol's attacks, however she locked down and saw that she was holding her opponents top. She let out a very unusual wry smile, with just a hint of lust, as she looked across the ring at T'pol with her naked chest bared before the hollering crowd. T'pol though ignored any modesty, and Seven discarded her trophy and temporary gloating, and the two women charged each other again.