Introduction

Howdy y'all! My name is Cheyenne Randolph and thanks for visiting my profile! I'm gonna put a short a sweet biography up here and if ya find me interesting enough and to want to know more about me, I'll have a, longer, in depth biography down below (technically, I think it's an autobiography since I'm writin' it but... whatever).

The way too short version:
I am the classic girl from the wrong side of the trailer park with a heart of gold that broke bad... turned into a bitch for a few years. Then managed to come back out of the mud. Met a man much like myself. Got married, became a mom and ended up pretty normal.... Actually, I am pretty damn successful, mature, and upstanding. I managed to leave my past behind....At least, most of it, except for something I picked up in the dressing room during my (short) career as a strip-..... ummm..... as a dancer. It was a cutthroat business and problems were settled and pecking orders were established through fucking and fighting- at the same time. Turns out, I was really good at both- or, more accurately, I really enjoy both, and the exhilaration of putting yourself on the line in such a battle is something I just can't give up.

***Update #1: I've adjusted my age a bit towards my actual/current age (I'll tell ya if ya ask). That said, I am very open to playing myself at any age from 19 up and have generated pics from multiple ages- nothing older than my real age, but if ya want, I will make some. That's all for now. Stay awesome everyone! ***

***PLEASE READ THIS PART I'M GETTING TIRED OF HAVING TO DESCRIBE THIS IN CHAT, LOL***
How I Fight (Styles):
1- Nasty, dirty, erotic catfights
2- Erotic Pro Wrestling
3- Nasty, aggressive sexfights

If I have to describe the style of fights that I do and am interested in, I would say that is a blend of combat and sex. This basically means the other woman and I hate each other so much that our emotions and hormones overwhelm our brains to the point that we become uncontrollably aroused as well as enraged. This causes us to engage in a nasty, bitchy fights where we "hatefuck" each other until one woman can't take anymore. My favorite being the blending of catfighting and sex, with erotic pro and general hateful sexfights being possibilities as well.

Things I DON'T like and WON'T do:

Death matches- Not even remotely interested.

Mixed matches-
Not gonna happen- ever. Guys, Anthros, and other non human female types, you may compliment me, flirt with me, chat with me all day. Just understand I will not ever fight or fuck you. Ever.

Severe injuries and gore-
All violence in my fights will be superficial and merely used to inflict pain (and sometimes pleasure)- not cause injury.

Be a punching bag. Listen, I like both winning and losing. Further more, I will happily lose if you want to win- and try to make it look good and sexy (conversely, I will take it to you until you beg for mercy if you want). However, this means you will mostly be using OPEN ENDED posts. Trust me, give me some room to work and you'll enjoy the results. That said, if you are intent on dictating the action *cough* supering *cough*, I will ghost you without a second thought.

Pure cyber sex-
( I am here for the struggle, and fight... and fight fetish sex is part of that- "part" being the keyword.) Also, I am NOT a lesbian. While I do have an appreciation and interest in female bodies other than my own, I have absolutely no interest in a romantic relationship with another woman. I get off on the competition and struggle for dominance. I will not respond well (I probably won't respond at all) to affectionate type actions.

And finally, I can't believe I have to put this in here, but, sadly, I have to- NO UNDERAGE CHARACTERS! This is huge. My fights are generally very sexual in nature and not a place for minors.

Things I DO like:

Realistic, women of all ages and sizes- mombods, a little muffin top, a belly, scrawny girls, fat girls, muscle girls, whatever girls going at it. Girls with at least some kind of flaw or weakness ARE perfection to me. I don't have anything against actual unblemished perfection but fighting a woman that I could conceivably run into in my life is infinitely better. That also goes for the guys in the scenarios. There's no way I'll consider stakes in a match where her man is 6'4", 285 pounds with 3% body fat and 10" cock. Your chances to get me into a scene with a guy are a lot higher if he's 6'4" 285 with 25% body fat and 6" cock, lol (and I do mean into a scene- not into a match!).
I love interesting scenarios. They are not a requirement, but I do like 'em!

The other thing I really love is contrasts- young vs old, rich vs poor, country vs city, region vs region, other races or cultures (not so much as the reason we're fighting but I do love the contrasting descriptions and visuals during the fight when I'm thinking about it... of course, sometimes, fighting a woman that is completely similar has its own appeal as well.

I'm open to other scenes, scenarios, roles, etc.- If it's fun and creative we can probably make it work (I do kinda have a special affinity for the Wild West). That said, if I'm in the mood and your profile catches my eye for some reason, I really don't have to have a good backstory or role. We can just rip each other's clothes off, pull hair and try to fuck one another into submission for no other reason than we just want to.

And the aforementioned "Detailed" biography:

If you've made it this far, you must really like character development or you're a masochist. Either way, here is my story...

As I mentioned above, I was raised in a trailer park in a small rural town by a single dad. As such, I was a bit of a tomboy. Which probably lead me to being more likely to embrace fighting to solve problems. Also, as a child raised on professional wrestling, I have to admit that I found the body to body struggle between two people incredibly sexy.

As I matured into a woman, I received a lot of attention from men. I was pretty... more accurately, I was built for sin. Most girls hated me, most boys chased me. Fortunately, my dad was a good example and I made it out of high school and in to adulthood without getting pregnant. Not to brag, but I only had one serious relationship and he was my only "partner". He and I were perfect together. What's more, he earned a football scholarship to a good college. Even though I wasn't college material, we had a plan. It looked like I may beat the odds and improve my lot in life.

We made it about a year. We didn't survive the strain of a long distance relationship. I was nineteen and entering my "crazy" stage. And let me tell ya, being stuck in my hometown with no prospects pushed me full on into it.

I was trying to make it on my own. I could either bust my ass as a waitress for crumbs....or take my clothes off dancing for money- a lot of money. My plan was just do it until I got things figured out. I thought I had a good head on my shoulders. I thought I could resist all of the temptations that came along with that lifestyle. I was wrong.

Too many good looking, fast talking men flashing money and more than willing to spend it on me. I indulged myself in sex, drugs, fast cars, criminals and pretty much any other hedonistic endeavor you can imagine. I quickly lost myself in that world. Looking back it was a hollow worthless existence but at the time, it was a rapid fire, never ending high.

Luckily, I must not possess the gene that causes people to get addicted to those kinds of things. There was one activity that I did become addicted to, however. The dancers at this particular gentlemen's club had peculiar way of setting issues and after my experience, I was hooked.

I assume that catfights are probably a regular occurrence at most strip clubs- especially, in a place as poor as where I lived. There's a lot of desperate women but few high rollers and regulars- even fewer young, good looking ones that might relationship material. Competition for any of those naturally resulted in backstage altercations.

At this club, when one of these altercations escalated to the point where the two women were going to fight, they met in the manager's office to settle it. The rules were pretty simple, don't damage each other's faces and it ended once one woman quit. I'm sure the old pervert created the rules as much for his fetish as he did for stated reason of making sure we could still work afterwards. Oh, and I forgot to mention, to make the other woman quit, she had to be forced to orgasm until she couldn't take any more.

I'm not sure why, but there was just something about testing yourself against another woman in such a way that drove me crazy. Once it was over, there was no doubt who the better woman- physically and sexually, was. It was the ultimate high. Because of my strange addiction, I was fearless when it came to pursuing customers and I never back down when challenged. It didn't matter which girl issued it, either. I'd take anyone on. I lost almost as many as I won, but I couldn't get enough.

I drifted through life like this for the next several years. Still without a plan or any prospects for the future. A day to day existence with my head in the sand pretending that this wouldn't end but knowing deep down that I couldn't do this forever.

Then when I was 25, something happened. It was towards the end of the night, I had been entertaining one of my regulars in the VIP lounge. He left and I went to finish my shift in the main room. From behind, I saw a broad shouldered man sitting alone. I went over see if I could get a lapse or two out of him before closing.

I slid around to straddle his leg and use my charm to loosen his wallet. Our eyes met and I froze. "Cheyenne?" He gasped in a whisper.

"J.J.?" I gasped back. I was staring into the familiar blue eyes of the man that took my virginity, my high school sweetheart- J.J. Randolph. Needless to say, he got that lap dance for free.

"How did we end up here?" He asked as we chatted afterwards. Turns out that college was more than he could handle without me as his support system. He joined the Marines after nearly flunking out. He took to the Marines like a duck to water and it was good for him. He got his life together, even picking up his degree along the way. He had just gotten out and moved back.

He wasn't having much luck finding anything gainful and came here tonight hoping talking to a pretty girl would get him out of his depression. He was right. That was the last night I worked as a stripper. We've been together ever since.

We moved soon after and now we have two kids and a farm. He makes enough for us to live comfortably and I take care of the kids, house and farm. We are happier than we could have ever imagined by living a simple life, but there are still a few things in our past that we haven't completely given up. Every once in a while, we indulge ourselves. My guilty pleasure is fighting other women like I used to when I was a dancer. Fortunately, J.J. loves to watch. Although I still get into plenty without him there.

There you have it, my story. If you managed to make it through the chatfighters profile version of "War and Peace", thank you for reading. Hopefully, we will click and have some fun. If not, I'm always down to chat.

Catch you later,
Cheyenne Randolph

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Start of membership: 2024-08-26