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Sara’s Kat Fight

By Wolfboy

Sara takes matters in to her own hands

Sara had known for a little while that Helen Cook had given Emma plenty of pointers before she had beaten her in their second beach fight. Sara was fine with Emma on that front, not blaming her at all for seeking any edge that she could find, especially one that was offered so readily, but she did feel like she had a score to settle with Helen. Having beaten Sara twice already though, Helen felt no immediate need to face Sara again. The strawberry blonde American was a woman with a plan however, and she challenged Helen’s niece Kat to a catfight instead. Kat loved to fight, and she accepted the challenge to a no holds barred fight to one submission without any second thought. A venue for the fight proved a little challenging at first with neither woman able to host for themselves; in the end, a wrestling gym with a small, well padded mat room had been found. Both agreed it to be a perfect venue to fight, and they would meet there privately, no referee, no seconds, just woman to woman to fight it out.

The lack of a referee suggested that the fight would be very much anything goes and as I learned about the planned fight, I had little doubt Sara very much intended to go through Kat to get to Helen. Not that Kat wasn’t a competent woman in a fight; action with Debbie and Emma had shown that, but could she hang with Sara in anything goes action when she was the only thing standing between her and her chosen end game of fighting Helen. Fortunately for us, both women agreed to have the match filmed; I suspected as I sat down with Emma to watch the re-run, that was very much part of Sara’s plan to make sure that Auntie Helen got to see the action in detail. Kat at 5 feet 6 inches tall, 152lbs, 36C-25-37 and with a busy fight record of 40 wins and 20 losses for a 29-year-old was first to appear on the camera in the mat room. Wearing a pair of very short black hot pants, trimmed in a metallic baby blue colour with a matching sports bra, Kat was an athletic, well-toned woman who looked perhaps more imposing than her 5-foot 6 inch, 152lb frame might suggest.

She wouldn’t have to wait long for the appearance of her opponent, Sara, who promptly appeared in the room. At 5 feet 9 inches tall, 167lbs and 38DD-29-40, the strawberry blonde American didn’t look imposing, she was imposing. Her record of 38 wins and 12 defeats was impressive, although recent losses to Staci and Claire had possibly dented her confidence a little. If that was the case, it certainly didn’t look it as she arrived on the mats wearing a pair of red sports leggings and a crop top, both of which she removed almost immediately to fight wearing just a tiny red G-string. Kat sensing it to be a challenge immediately looked to pull her own crop top over her head, and she paid for it as Sara slugged her with a hard right hand to the belly as her arms were in the air, the younger blonde rocked back against the padded wall straight away.

‘Stupid Cow!’ Sara mocked Kat as she slapped the taste right out of her mouth. ‘It wasn’t a fucking challenge!’ she continued to berate Kat as she wound a hand in the younger woman’s hair and forced her to her feet. A knee lift to the belly followed taking the wind out of Kat before Sara threw her across the room by the hair now. Continuing to mock Kat in the early going, Sara continued, telling her ‘when you have a body like mine, you don’t mind putting it on show bitch!’. Then she buried a kick into the stomach of her young blonde opponent, sending her to the mat gagging for air as Sara’s total domination of the opening moments continued. She showed Kat very little respect as well with a cuffing slap around the back of the head, before using a handful of hair to bring her up to her feet and smoothly straight into a body slam, planting her hard at the centre of the mats in the small mat room. Kat’s response, her hips rising from the mat as she groaned loudly in pain, suggested that the mats had very little give in them. Sara showed her no mercy either right now, dropping to her knees to slam a double fisted blow deep into Kat’s well-toned abs, dropping her back flat to the mat.

‘Might as well take this now’ Sara smirked as she elected to remove Kat’s sports bra that had hung loosely around her neck from the opening of the fight. Then she instantly made sure it was hanging a lot less loosely at her neck, wrapping it tightly around her neck and using it to force her back upright before throwing her across the mats with it, the younger blonde sliding to a halt against the wall of the mat room. Throwing Kat’s sports bra to the side of the room now. Sara honed in on Kat once again to deliver a baseball slide drop kick to the body; tight against the wall, Kat had nowhere to go either, adding to the impact.

‘Thought you were supposed to be a tough girl’ Sara continued to browbeat Kat as she sunk her nails into her breasts in a double breast maul that drew a first cry of pain from the blonde. Sara released the maul pretty quickly though, cracking a slap off the face of the grounded young fighter as she continued her dominant start to the match. ‘Kat is a good name for you actually cunt!’ Sara continued, burying a kick deep into the body once more as Kat groaned in pain down on the mats. ‘Perfect in fact’ Sara continued ‘because you’re nothing but a pussy!’ she mocked as she delivered an elbow drop to the breasts there against the wall. So far, total domination from Sara who had used her jump start to the fight to beat Kat down, and she looked to keep that pressure up as she pulled Kat to her feet. Now, finally, Kat looked to fire back with a right hand to the body, and then, with Sara a little taken aback. Kat looked to Irish Whip her into the wall. Sara seemed to hit hard enough, and she sagged back against the wall looking a little winded. Kat rushed in, but Sara was simply waiting on her, striking like a glamorous cobra with a straight kick to the belly that doubled the younger blonde up.

Sara went back on the attack straight away now, delivering a knee lift to the breasts that dropped Kat to the mat on her back once again. Now, Sara grabbed both of the young blonde catfighters ankles, lifting her legs into the air as she spread them, and without any further ceremony she went straight to a crotch stomp. That sent Kat rolling across the mat, howling a guttural scream of pain as she did so, and the strawberry blonde American fighter had matters well under control. Continuing methodically, Sara took aim as Kat slowly rolled to all fours, attempting to get to her feet before Sara slammed a thigh into the side of the blonde’s face, sending her back to the mat in something of a daze. A daze that Sara quickly cut through, leaning down to rake her nails across Kat’s belly, drawing a shriek of anguish from the British blonde who was in more trouble early in this fight. More so too as Sara hooked fingers inside the waistband of her hotpants down on the mat, using the grip to pull her hips clear of the mat before a hard punch to the belly dropped her again. In the early moments, it had been all Sara, and she kept things going the same way as she forced Kat from the mat and straight into a pussy pounding atomic drop, delivered with great intent by the American woman. Kat looked frozen in place on Sara’s knee for a moment, groaning in pain, before Sara floored her again with a thrust to the breasts.

‘Fancy sending a girl to do a woman’s work Helen’ Sara mused out loud, presumably for the benefit of the cameras, as she forced Kat to her feet with a combination of hair and hotpants. She completed a loose half nelson, left hand hooked around Kat’s left shoulder and wrapped in her hair, using the grip to force Kat’s face to the wall. The she delivered two withering blows, to the kidney area, blows that drew loud groans of pain from Kat who, but for Sara’s tight grip with the half nelson, would have slid down the wall to the mat. Instead, Sara was able to turn her so that her back was to the wall, now foregoing the half nelson as she fired a sharp kick into the inside of each of Kat’s thighs. The blonde had her wits about her enough to expect an attack to the crotch as Sara’s kicks had spread her legs a little more, and she reached her hands down to protect herself. Sara didn’t miss a beat though, latching on to a double breast maul while a short headbutt to the face left Kat dazed there against the wall. Again, Sara’s breast attack quickly cut through that haze, leaving Kat groaning loudly in pain. In fact, claw rather than maul might have more accurately described Sara’s attack, her nails sunk deep into Kat’s sensitive breasts as she leaned her body into Kat, trapping the blonde’s arms relatively uselessly against her own body. ‘Scream bitch!’ Sara yelled in Kat’s face as she continued to work the breast attack hard; Kat had little choice other than to comply as another wave of pain from the breast attack hit her.

Kat looked like being overwhelmed at the moment, but she tried desperately to fight back now, leaning in and trying to sink her teeth into Sara’s shoulder. Sara simply slammed her shoulder into the blonde’s face, rocking her back into the wall and continued to work on her opponent’s breasts drawing another cry of anguish from the blonde fighter. The American fighter continued to punish Kat, keeping up the breast attacks, as she simply slammed her body into Kat, rocking her back hard in to the wall. Sara was evidently intent on wearing Kat out as she again went back to work with the breast claw, Kat’s head thrown back as she groaned in pain. Sara’s plan in getting Kat’s arms trapped between their bodies was working perfectly for now it seemed, but with no other route of escape presenting itself, Kat was slowly working her hands into position for a crotch attack. It was clearly on too as Sara suddenly yelled out in pain as she felt Kat’s fingers starting to probe her womanhood with the claw hold.

Now the younger blonde fighter dipped her head forward, with Sara distracted by the claw, to secure the bite in Sara’s shoulder, and taken by surprise at Kat’s resilience, Sara cried out in pain once more. Kat had the American rocked and she kept up the attack now, sinking a short right hand into Sara’s stomach. She finally had the American where she needed her it seemed as she pushed her away, creating a little separation and used that space to level Sara with a clothesline. Sara was knocked to the mat hard by the powerful clothesline, and Kat looked to continue her attack, straight into the hair to bring Sara to her feet. Her wide base as she did so was a big mistake though; Sara recovering the situation almost immediately with a hard uppercut to the crotch that dropped Kat to the mat on her knees in front of the strawberry blonde American. Kneeling too, Sara floored Kat with a simple, brutal, headbutt to the face that left Kat flat out on the mat in pain as she clutched at her face.

It seemed that today, Sara wasn’t getting paid by the minute; her aim here was all about sending a quick, clear and concise message to Helen. That message was definitely ‘you’re next bitch!’, but to take her eyes off the task at hand first would have been a huge error. Kat was a capable fighter, but one that had been blown away from the start here by Sara who looked to keep it that way, sending a knee deep into Kat’s ribs as she reached all fours. The blonde was knocked back to the mat immediately, groaning as she tried to suck in air and Sara smiled, knowing that she had hurt her with that one. Often a cornered, wounded animal could be the most dangerous type, but Sara was ready for that, admittedly shipping a weak right hand to the body as she used the hair to force Kat to her feet. There, she immediately swept her into a lift and big body slam; a draining impact on the relatively thick but apparently unforgiving mats. Kat hit hard but had no time to recover from that as Sara planted a falling headbutt into her side, landing it pretty close to where her knee had struck home just before. Kat gasped again, what little air she had managed to get back into her lungs crushed from them again by the headbutt following so quickly after the slam. Sara was all over her too, quickly clamping a double breast maul on to the howling blonde for a moment, using that iron grip of both breasts to pull her back to her feet once more. There she delivered a shuddering forearm smash to the breasts that sent Kat reeling back into the wall.

It looked a dire situation for Kat who again tried to fire back, landing cleanly with a slap to Sara’s face. As the strawberry blonde American walked straight through that though, the writing seemed to be on the wall for Kat. A knee to the belly hardly helped her case before Sara lifted her again, this time cruelly using an across the knee backbreaker to target her side once again, and it was a disdainful Sara who pushed Kat off her leg to the mat now. The blonde clutched at her side, giving Sara further proof, should she need it, that she had her opponent hurt, and confident that Kat was more or less done, she wandered off the mats for a moment to collect her mobile phone. As she came back onto the mats, she noted that Kat was just starting to stir and she put paid to that quickly with a kick to the breasts this time to knock the blonde flat on her back once again. Wanting to make her point thoroughly, she quickly pulled those tiny hotpants off her opponent now to render Kat naked.

Throwing those hotpants in the general direction of Kat’s already removed sports bra, Sara dropped down heavily to straddle the ailing blonde’s stomach. She placed her phone just to the side of Kat now, and grabbing both of the younger blonde’s hands she slammed them to the mat with some authority above her head. Their legs battled for supremacy now, briefly, before Sara secured the grapevine, drawing a gasp of pain from Kat as she spread her wide with ease. Now Sara’s breasts dangled ominously above Kat’s face as the dominant American told her ‘if Auntie Helen has told you anything, you know what’s coming now bitch! Time to take a nap!’ There was no further preamble from Sara, no ceremony needed as she simply plunged her breasts into Kat’s face now. The blonde had her head slightly turned to the side at first, a reflex reaction of self-preservation, but as Sara took control of the situation, that was quickly no longer the case as she wrapped her arms around her head now, pulling Kat’s face tightly into the super smother. Kat moaned, tried to buck and squirm to get herself free, but there was no way that she was finding her way out as Sara pressed her weight into her while pulling her face ever deeper into the smother.

Kat’s hands tapped at the mat now, wanting to submit to the devastating smother. She got no joy from Sara who had, it seemed, elected to take victory with a knockout smother instead of a simple submission. Kat tapped desperately at her thighs now, but to no avail. She was done and there was no way out, even when she tried to pull on Sara’s G-string and shift that into a wedgie. She was a spent force, no longer able to get any strength into countering Sara’s smother at all; she grew still beneath the powerful American blonde who finally relented on the smother, knowing she had proven her point with a telling victory over Kat.

Still, she wanted to use this victory as she had first intended. If Helen had refused to fight her, that was just fine; she would use Kat to send her a message. Grabbing her phone, she positioned herself kneeling behind Kat then used the hair to lift Kat’s face to the camera as well. Almost like trophy hunter, she showed off her defeated big Kat for a picture that would shortly be winging its way to Auntie Helen on email to get her the rematch that she wanted so that she could put the record straight. Sara dressed now, the red leggings and crop top going back on before she walked back on to the mats, slapping Kat’s face and breasts to bring her round just a little before she turned and left her lying there as she walked out of the door to the mat room, hitting send on that email as she did so.