Selina Kyle, Catwoman

A lean, muscled form dressed in boxing shorts and nothing else stepped into the cage. Lois Lane took in the dark hair in its boyish pixie cut, the green eyes, the generous breasts—and the hard-packed abs, well-defined muscles on arms and legs, freshly-taped hands and feet. The reporter recognized Selina Kyle of Gotham, and recognized too she had been in a few fights. There were bruises on arms and legs, bite marks healing on her left nipple, and as she stepped forward she favored her right leg, the left ankle dragging a little.

Then that leg came swinging at the reporter's head.

Even with the ****, Lois Lane's instincts kicked in. She ducked, then stood up as Selina closed in for another blow. The reporter's left sank into the half-naked woman's diaphragm, burying itself almost to the wrist. Selina's face went white...

...then she hissed and spit like a cat. With impressive strength and speed, Selina ripped and tore at Lois, fingers clenched like claws. The **** reporter was **** on the defense, dodging and weaving around the cage, working for space, for time...her head was fuzzy and Lois kept getting distracted by the shake of Selina's tits, the savage beauty of her face, the utter grace of those devastating kicks.

I was supposed to be looking for tattooed sluts! Lois though desperately. Not fighting for my life!

With an acrobatic skill that was a wonder to behold, Selina leaped clear over the reporter's head...and grabbed the reporter's jacket from behind. Lois shrugged out of the jacket, not wanting to be caught up in it...and then Selina grabbed her shirt, snagging her bra. Cloth ripped painfully as Lois tore away, standing as topless as her opponent.

Stunned like a deer in the headlights, Lois was utterly unprepared as Selina crashed into her and took them both to the ground, the topless women wrestling, bodies flushed with adrenaline and sexual excitement...and Selina looked Lois in the eyes and whispered so softly that no one else could hear.

"Let me beat you. I have a plan."