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Two water gym leaders fighting in the water. In their "element," even if the other pokegirls in the audience are bored as hell with them and glad to take some cheap shots when they can.

The NES league was a big mixed up mess of competitive personas and mismatched personalities, so rivalries were fairly common. There was especially bad blood between Nessa and Misty from the Pokemon games. The two popular water pokemon gym leaders were not only thematically close at opposite ends of their timelines, but they had already clashed in the gym leader royal rumble event. Misty had jumped Nessa with a low blow before she and Fantina teamed up and threw Misty out of the ring. When the purple-haired trainer threw Nessa out, she’d even landed right on top of the outed Misty.

League President Bowser was happy to feed their feud and set up a theme match for them. They set things up a large, deep lake where the water trainers would be in their element. There was no actual ring beyond that, though the young women were both experienced enough swimmers to stay afloat and still fight. They entered with lifeguard floats to reach the center of the lake, resting with one arm over them. They both wore tiny sling bikinis, red for Misty and blue for Nessa. The dark-skinned model tossed black and blue hair back over her shoulders, scowling seriously at Misty. The redheaded hothead glared right back at her.

“Okay, let’s get this shitshow started already,” Lana complained.

A third water gym leader was their referee for the match. She didn’t care much for either competitor, so there was sure to be no favoritism. If anything she was jealous she hadn’t been invited to the royal rumble OR this water match, so she didn’t care who lost so long as they both suffered along the way. She had short blue hair and a one piece every bit as revealing as the competitors. All around the lake was a mix of other pokemon trainers, mostly disinterested or cattily commenting on the match since they were mostly there for the men’s matches that had just ended.

“I hope both of the sluts lose. Is that possible?” Sabrina asked from the beachy sidelines.

Ryme scoffed next to her and laid back on her towel.

“Who cares? I was only here for the Link, Joker, Shulk speedo match. Let both their scrawny asses stink for all I care,” the older ghost trainer dismissed.

Back in the middle of the water, Lana drifted out between the fighters. She waved them over so Misty and Nessa swam out to meet her, barely seperated a couple feet apart. Lana held up her hand to stop them and kicked her way over to Nessa. The blue-haired trainer rolled her eyes and gestured upward.

“Alright, they said I had to do the patdown before this can happen. So arms up,” she instructed.

Nessa gave her an annoyed look, but she knew she couldn’t start shit with the ref before things even started. She held out her arms, skilled enough to stay afloat just by kicking her legs and a bit of help from her buoyant boobs bobbing above the water. She left herself wide open for Lana to start patting her down, feeling along the curves of her body and under her swimsuit for any foreign objects. Misty looked wickedly amused by her being subjected to the process. Even if she had to go through the same thing, she enjoyed the moment while she could.

“Hey, watch those hands,” Nessa complained as Lana’s searching fingers went down the top of her bathing suit.

Her hands groped over her the big, dark pair of tits, rubbing roughly around her nipples.

“I gotta make sure you’re not smuggling anything into the match. And it looks like you had a pair of melons tucked away in there,” Lana scolded.

She dug her fingers in more roughly than she needed, enough to make Nessa wince for her complaint. She grimaced and bore it as Lana kept rubbing down her toned curves, dipping downward until she felt up her inner thighs. Nessa begrudgingly tolerated the tingle sent through her groin before the wet hands slapped one of her legs.

“Alright. She checks out. Misty! You’re up next, so spread ‘em!”

“Hope you didn’t enjoy that too much before I kick your ass,” Misty laughed over Lana’s shoulder at her aquatic opponent.

She get to act smug for long. Lana moved over to her and slapped a hand to her crotch, investigating it with some rough pawing around her pussy lips and thighs. Misty gasped and tensed up immediately, giving Nessa reason to smirk at her embarrassed suffering.

“Hurry up, already! Get on with the boy matches!” Erika called from beyond the waters.

“I’m working on it,” Lana barked back, squeezing tightly around one of Misty’s perky tits.

The redhead winced as Lana’s nails pricked at her skin. She kept rubbing and swatting at her body, fully exploring her before even rubbing down her wet hair. With a final circle, she slapped Misty on the ass. The slim redhead jumped in surprise, rubbing her tight swimmer’s ass.

“Okay. They’re as good as they’re gonna get. Ring that bell and let them fuck each other up!”

The bell rang as the girls closed in on each other, kicking their strong legs to stay more or less level above the water.

“You’re going down, red,” Nessa warned bitterly.

“You had to cheap shot me to have a chance last time, and I still beat your ass.”

“You had help. And there’s no ring-out rules to stop me from fucking you up,” Misty retorted with equal venom.

“If no one’s stopping you, come and get it,” Nessa challenged.

She brought her hands up in a grappling position, letting her paddling legs keep her afloat. Misty scowled and lunged in to meet her, grabbing at her hands and shoving her back. The water made it hard to keep steady, so she successfully pushed Nessa back a foot or two. The same rules applied to Misty, so Ness just as easily pivoted and swung her around. The redhead’s body whipped through the water in a wide arc before she was pushed as well. Nessa opted to push down, dunking Misty under the water for a moment. Her hands could push harder than she could swim, the weightlessness working against her as she was almost fully submerged. Nessa let go of her hands to palm Misty’s head, holding the thrashing girl under the water.

“That might be against the rules,” Lana sighed, mostly to herself.

She certainly wasn’t going to stop the girls she was so jealous of from hurting each other, even if the main duty of the referee was to draw some boundaries.

Misty’s barely audible shrieks of outrage formed as little more than bubbles against the surface of the water. She at least kept herself from swallowing any just yet, experienced under the water as much as above it. She held her breath at last and grabbed Nessa’s long, dark legs. She pulled them down, making Nessa vanish under the surface with her. Nessa arrived in front of her, eyes widening underwater just before Misty threw a punch into her stomach. She huffed and bubbled out a few bursts of air, but the slowed momentum dulled the punch and softened the blow.

Misty let the parting blow speak for her and swam back up to the surface. Even the experienced swimmer didn’t find the deep and inky darkness below inviting. She broke the surface and gasped down some fresh air, shaking out her hair. She scanned the lake but her opponent was nowhere to be seen.

“There! Stay down, you weak bitch!” Misty gloated, spitting some water back onto the lake.

“She’s an idiot if she thinks it’s over already,” Whitney sniffed, folding her arms over her big milky breasts.

“I could mop the floor with most of you just as easily,” Lenora chuckled, the dark-skinned beauty giving her a smug smirk.

“You wanna prove that?” Flannery huffed defensively from her nearby towel.

She didn’t notice the streak of blue hair zipping through the water like a dolphin. She tackled Misty's midsection, cutting off her trash talk on the sport. Misty grunted and flopped backward as she was dragged backward. Nessa whirled beneath the water, maneuvering behind her and holding onto her skinny waist.

“Let go, you slippery little Magikarp!” Misty ranted, thrashing around in Nessa’s arms.

She struggled to stay afloat and keep her in check, but she held on tight. Nessa squeezed tighter to dig her fists into her abdomen, making Misty gag. She pushed at her arms but couldn’t break her firm grip with her own slippery hands. She swung her elbow back, banging it against the side of one of Nessa’s breasts. It was already bulging against Misty’s back, making her wince as she hammered her a few times.

Nessa winced but she hooked a leg between Misty’s. She pulled it aside and drove her other knee upward, bashing her captive in the crotch. Misty wailed out in pain, trying to double over and grab at her crotch. Nessa kept her arms around her, keeping her from cupping it so she was left to suffer through the throbbing pain. Even slowed by the water, the vicious knee to the privates wasn’t something she could just shrug off.

“Oof. Right in the battle box,” Skyla winced on the beach.

Misty briefly ragdolled in Nessa’s grasp. The blue-haired trainer shook her around, making her perky pale tits bounce around. They quickly fell out of her skimpy swimsuit, flashing her hard pink nipples to the audience. A few of the other gym leaders cheered or catcalled at the baring of her tits, depending on if they were happy to see her suffer or actually enjoying the view of Misty’s rack.

“How’s that for payback, you washed up old slut? The new generation’s here to take over,” Nessa snarled in her ear.

“She’s not even the latest gen!” Iono objected, pouting in her Magnemite-styled bikini.

With Misty barely recovering from her stun, Nessa shoved her forward. It splashed her face against the water, stinging her skin on impact. The redhead was finally able to rub her groin, easing the pain for a moment before she forced herself to lift up a leg. It raised and slammed back, bashing her heel into Nessa’s breast. She huffed as it knocked the wind out of the blue-haired trainer, making her reel back and clutch her stinging tit.

“Ow! Jealous much, you flat cunt?” Nessa hissed.

“That is IT!” Misty growled, releasing her crotch to whirl around.

She grabbed Nessa by the hair, gripping the multicolored locks in her fist and yanking her down. Nessa barely had the time to take a breath of air before she was dunked and held over. Misty twisted her handfuls of hair, adding a stinging pain to her scalp on top of the threat of drowning her out.

“It looks like you swim as shitty as you fight! I’ll sink you to the bottom, skank!” Misty shouted at her thrashing rival.

Nessa sputtered and flailed, clawing at Misty’s hands. She couldn’t tear her fingers out from her hair, and Misty just used her position to slam her knee up into Nessa’s chest. The water-slowed hit still sting her big and tender chest, getting bubbling grunts to ripple through the water.

“What’s to be jealous of? Giving me two big fat targets?” Misty snapped in case she could still hear her.

“Super jealous,” Valerie muttered to anyone nearby.

Misty gave her a few more knees to the tits and stomach. The plump orbs quickly popped out of her swimsuit, from all the violent jiggling, though the underwater exposure was the least of her concerns with all the pain running through her chest. Nessa thrashed her way up above the surface enough to gasp down some air just for Misty to push her back under. With a furious growl, she resorted to biting into one of Misty’s bare tits.

“AIEEEE! FUCK!” Misty shrieked, suddenly losing her grip in surprise.

Nessa ground her teeth around her tender breast meat, dragging them across her hard nipple. The blue-haired girl finally backed off with a final flourish of her mouth. Misty winced as she rubbed her chest, the cool water doing little to ease the stinging pain. Nessa took the moment to cough and spit out some of the water in her mouth.

“Guess she tastes as bad as she looks,” Erika joked cattily.

“You dirty little whore! Is this how they ACK! PTHH!”

Nessa swept a hand across the water and splashed Misty in the face, interrupting her bitter ranting. It was her turn to choke and wipe it from her eyes as Nessa closed the gap, throwing several punches across her face. Misty jerked this way and that, stunned by the blows while she could only focus on staying above water. Nessa grabbed her under one arm and between her legs, lifting her up out of the water with her weight lessened by the water.

“Time to shut your scrawny ass up, you washed up old tramp!” Nessa growled before body slamming her back into the water.

They both went under with a splash, though Misty’s bare back took the stinging slap of the surface. She let out a short squeak of pain, keeping her nose and cheeks shut as tightly as she could. That left them both sinking in their combined weight, with Nessa still latching onto her to drag her down. She drove a few sluggishly slow punches into Misty’s sides while the redhead clumsily pulled at her hair in return. Their fighting quickly turned into kicking and flailing, struggling in slow motion against the weight of the water surrounding them.

Lana watched the bubbling fight from the air above them with only mild interest. She was assigned to drag them out if they blacked out or started to actually drown, but she figured they could last for a while without her help. She was more interested in eying up the other gym leaders along the sidelines, chatting and catting more subtly with each other while lounging around in their flashy bikinis.

“Maybe if they want a rematch they’ll let me just beat on them both and see who quits first,” Lana sighed to herself.

Back underwater, the two fighters had started tumbling over each other. They lost track of where they were while only their seasoned swimming instincts and the overhead lights let them know which way led to the surface. They were just as obsessed with clawing and punching at each other. Their attacks stung but it was tough to land anything significant. Misty had even grabbed Nessa by the throat to choke her, only to realize that they already weren’t breathing. Her lungs started to ache, their strong capacity sending her a warning that even they were going to run out soon.

She couldn’t tell if Nessa was just as bad, so she didn’t want to risk it. Misty shoved her hand down the crotch of the Galarian trainer’s swimsuit and started grabbing at anything she could. Nessa was smoothly shaven just like she was, whether to make herself look sexier or to avoid friction in the water. Either way, it made her bald pussy an easy target for her claws to hook into and dig into the tender flesh.

Nessa was struggling to hold her breath as well, but the sudden attack to her privates broke that up either way. Her eyes went wide and she screamed in an echoing burst of bubbles and shrill noises. She immediately reached for Misty’s hand and tried to kick away. The few swats from her legs were a price the redhead was willing to pay to get away from her. She kicked her feet off from Nessa’s stomach and swam for the surface as quickly as she could. Nessa wasn’t too far behind, but they were both at least focused on staying alive long enough to finish the other off.

Misty’s lungs had started to burn before she finally breached the surface. She took a huge gasp of air, breathing heavily and leaning on the sand on her hands and knees. It took her a moment to realize there was solid ground beneath her. She was in the wet sands of the shore where the slowly rippling water had soaked into it. The deep waters of the artificial lake dipped deep and suddenly just a couple feet away from the edges.

Misty looked up to see several of the other gym leaders staring at her from their spots on the beach, just as surprised to see her as the other way around. Nessa came striding out of the water, coughing and gasping before the same dawning realization hit her.

“Is this even allowed? I thought it was a water fight,” Skyla pointed out.

She grimaced with distaste at the soaking wet competitors before looking at the ref for answers. Lana just bit her lip as she was forced to actually participate rather than coast through this whole ordeal.

“Uhhhh good question,” Lana pondered. “I guess that’s allowed. But then they’re free game for anyone who wants to get some hits in. Y’know. Lumberjane style.”

Misty and Nessa froze in a moment of panic. The half dozen nearby spectators and several more further down the beach eyed them like hungry wolves as they got up from their towels and beach chairs. Misty started to back away but Nessa hastily shoved her in the back, knocking her forward while she dove back into the water.

The attending gym leaders took the open invitation to attack one of their envied rivals. The closest girls rushed at Misty’s prone body, immediately pelting her with some stomps and kicks. The redhead shrieked and curled up defensively, minimizing the damage they could do to her head and body. It didn’t keep them from trying as Skyla kicked her sharply in the boob.

“Take that, you overrated slut!” she snapped at her.

Katy bumped her shoulder into Skyla, shoving her aside. She bitterly stomped on Misty’s feebly protecting arms.

“Out of the way, loser. Your hits are pathetic!” she snapped.

Skyla shoved her back as if trying to prove her wrong. Sabrina and Iono’s hands bumped into each other while they both grabbed for Misty’s hair, revolting the two of them instantly. They turned on each other just as quickly as they did against Misty herself, slapping and scratching at each other cattily. The other leaders started trying to force their way around them, but their own squabbles erupted as well. As soon as Misty felt the assault on her stop, she scrambled off the beach and back into the water. The other ladies were too busy scrapping and spitting insults that it barely even occurred to them.

“You let her get away, you dumbass!” Roxie barked, smacking Phoebe across the face.

“OW! You’re the fuckup here! We were just starting to pay her back for being boring as hell!”

Misty was relieved to only endure their complaints instead of their attacks. The water stung her various scratches and washed the sand from her sticky body, but Nessa had been smugly watching over her beating. She moved in like a waiting Sharpedo while Misty was still recovering. She popped up behind her and grabbed her around the neck. The brunette’s other hand went right around to grab Misty’s crotch. Her nails disappeared under the water and Misty’s swimsuit before clawing at her pussy. The redhead arched her back and screamed at the shocking and intimate attack.

“Is that what gets you off, you nasty little freak? Cuz I’ve got more where that came from!” Nessa threatened.

Misty thrashed and splashed about, stirring up the water in an effort to get out of her opponent’s grasp. Her struggling made it too tough for Nessa to keep them both afloat, so when Misty felt her loosening grip she ducked under the water and dragged her with her. The redhead turned and twisted, trying to buck her off while Nessa held on tight. She was spun around with a trail of aqua-streaked hair following behind them. Misty pulled at Nessa’s wrist, slowly managing to wrench her away from her burning crotch. The bitter brunette swimmer  tried to hold on, but only managed to catch the front of her swimsuit in her blind grabbing. A final parting tear ripped the material from Misty’s body, her bathing suit barely hanging off her body. Misty swam off, too concerned with holding her crotch and getting some distance between them to worry about her clothes in the moment. The last scraps of her outfit drifted away into the water as she broke back to the surface.

Misty caught a glimpse of the scattered catfights breaking out on the shore before she turned her attention back towards the water and her own battle. Nessa had sorted herself out and started paddling up towards her, The floating redhead managed to float in place well enough to thrust her foot out, bashing her heel into the incoming brunette’s face. There was a satisfying underwater thud as she swam right into the blow, adding even more momentum to the counterattack. Nessa’s shout came out as little more than a burst of bubbles as a trail of blood from her nose tainted the lake. The dark-skinned trainer gave some clumsy strokes at the water, barely aware enough to resurface.

Seeing the literal blood in the water, Misty quickly swam after her. She grabbed the multicolored hair and forced her upright enough to serve as an easier target.

“How dare you leave me to those jealous sluts! Too scared to fight me on your own?” Misty snarled.

She slapped Nessa across the face with some sharp but amateurish blows. Nessa winced as her head spun and cheeks stung. She shoved and fumbled at Misty, raking her nails down the redhead’s pale chest. Misty cried out as the shallow red cuts ran down the curve of her breasts but it fueled her anger more than anything. She swung her knee upward, and even if the water slowed it down the firm blow still connected with Nessa’s toned stomach. The blue-haired swimmer huffed and doubled over, her eyes going wide as the breath was knocked out of her. Misty grabbed her in a clumsy headlock and tilted herself backward, just enough to dunk herself underwater up to her shoulders and put Nessa’s face fully under.

“Use those scrawny arms and choke the bitch out already,” Bea shouted from the coastline that hadn’t already broken into a brawl.

Nessa’s dark, wet hair slapped against Misty’s face as she struggled. Misty tried to keep her under control, but their near-weightlessness in the water made it hard to manage. She was slippery and strong enough to keep bursting up and stealing gasps of air before she was forced back under. Nessa just kept resisting, punching at Misty’s sides. The watery blows couldn’t hit too hard so she quickly resorted to gouging her nails into Misty’s ass cheeks.

Seeing that little was getting accomplished, Misty threw her full weight on top of Nessa. She pushed down and dunked them both completely beneath the surface, using her mild advantage in leverage to steer them through the water. Even as Nessa got in some sluggish blows, Misty focused on steering and keeping a grip on her. They fell head over heels latched onto each other until their lungs started to burn. Nessa flailed to escape, but even the controlling Misty had the same need to breathe. They both loosened their grip enough to get up and gasp down a dose of fresh air.

The difference between them was that Nessa was surprised by how close they were to the shoreline. Some of the barely interested female trainers sitting on the sand looked up to notice them as well. They shot some dirty looks Nessa’s way now that she was just a few feet away. She started to wade her way deeper into the water but Misty was right behind her, grabbing a handful of the brunette’s hair. Nessa gasped as the redhead shot a punch into her side, knocking her barely caught breath back out of her.

“Payback’s a bitch and so am I!” Misty hissed in Nessa’s ear.

She started forcing Nessa towards the short, the darker swimmer struggling and shaking her head. Misty snuck in the occasional sucker punch to keep herself in control and dragged Nessa ever closer to the audience that was obviously eager to participate.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Those sluts are crazy!” Nessa protested.

“Then go make some friends! Cuz you sure sound like you’re winning them over with shit talk like that!”

Misty gave Nessa a final shove to send her out of the water, smugly drifting back into the water herself. She let herself cough and catch her own breath, working up a sweat and exhausting her muscles trying to carry her halfway across the lake. It felt worth it to see this half of the onlookers tear into Nessa, dragging and keeping her into their clutches.

“Look who thinks she’s the new freshness!” Fantina fumed as she grabbed Nessa’s arms.

She folded them up over her head, leaving her defenseless and easy pickings for the others. Penny stepped up cracking her knuckles.

“Not even as fresh as I am and people are still simping over you,” she growled bitterly.

The normally quiet girl slugged Nessa in the stomach. Her toned abs didn’t help protect her in her exhausted state, grunting loudly and spitting out a mix of saliva and lake water over her attacker. Penny got a couple more hits in before Elesa shoved her out of the way.

“Quit hogging all the fun! I’ve been wanting a piece of this bitch ever since I saw her slutty ass,” the electric leader growled.

She threw a harsh kick up between Nessa’s wearily spread legs. The brunette let out a huge grunt as she tried to collapse but couldn’t with Fantina’s full nelson still locked in.

“Save some for me! I’m not doing this just to help you amateurs out!” the purple-haired ghost trainer snapped.

Clair stepped in, the dragoness gym leader shoving Fantina in the face to knock her aside.

“Then quit getting in my way!” she shouted at her.

Fantina took immediate offense, already fired up from her ambush on Nessa once she had become fair game. She swung a quick punch across Clair’s face, stunning her long enough to grab her in a headlock. She was practically glad to have some excuse to do something besides catcall and suffer through the boredom of the real match.

The other girls broke into similar scuffles. Their bickering over who got to beat on Nessa first escalated into beating on each other for the chance to get there first. All around her, girls were trampling each other or all out strangling the nearest girl as the tension between them exploded. Nessa scanned the chaos and set her eyes on the water, crawling hastily towards it. A grabbing hand from Bea almost stopped her before she was similarly pounced on by Janine. The two shrieking ladies tumbled across the sand while Nessa finally reached the relative safety of the water, panting heavily as she swam out to where she had some actual depth to swim around in.

“Oh man… when’s this shit going to be over? Can’t I call sudden death or something?” Lana groaned in annoyance.

Misty and Nessa ignored her as they locked eyes with each other. They bared their teeth as they tackled each other, clashing halfway breast to naked breast. They clawed at each other’s faces, asses, tits, groins… anything they could reach as they started to sink. They didn’t even bother swimming, set on destroying the other one with both their legs and arms. They kicked at their bellies and groins, briefly stunning the other woman before getting more of the same in return. The water around them grew darker as they went further from the light, going deeper into the unclear depths of the lake.

Their eyes fluttered, losing the strength to keep them open. Their arms weakened until their grabs and slaps did little more harm than the ripples in the water. Their bodies numbed and drained, they coughed out a final burst of bubbles and slumped into each other. Even passing out and drowning, their bodies remained entangled and committed to dragging each other down.

With a mix of begrudging duty and boredom, Lana decided they weren’t coming back up on their own and neither of them was still fighting. The bitter ref dove under, grabbing both naked trainers by their arms and started dragging them to the shore. It was a struggle to lift their dead weight when both of them were bigger than her, even underwater, but after a bit of struggling she finally managed to pull them into the shallows. She tossed them carelessly onto the beach, giving them a few prompting pokes with her foot to make them cough up water. They weren’t fully awake but at least they were breathing without Lana having to ask to use any Revives.

“That’s enough of that. I’m calling this one a draw,” Lana announced.

The bell rang again, ending the match in a formal tie. but few of the attendants seemed to care. Some had wandered off before it was over, looking to beat the traffic before the go kart racers gummed things up. Most of them had simply broken out in their own personal battles, much more interested in settling some score or repaying an insult with another gym leader. Lana looked around at the shrieking brawl and sighed, throwing up her hands. She sat on the sand beside the unconscious contenders, leaning back and watching the mayhem along the beach.

“They’re not paying me to ref all this bullshit,” she grumbled, content to enjoy the show instead of stop the madness.