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Bar Brawlers

Has Sara met her match in a hastily arranged challenge fight

By Wolfboy

After her defeat by The Goddess Staci Goulding, Sara had stuck around in the UK, taking on a few fights and even asking me to see if I could find her a match-up, when the strawberry blonde American took things into her own hands. A night out had led to a disagreement with another woman in a bar; the kind of disagreement that gets physical really quickly. Sara and the other woman in question, Sammy, had been into each other’s hair almost immediately, standing nose to nose, threatening, daring the other to make the first real move. They’d been separated quickly by a group of well-meaning drinkers in the bar, and as they’d parted, Sammy had whispered to Sara ‘outside in five minutes, you fucking tramp!’ As bidden, Sara had turned up in the alley beside the bar five minutes later, challenging Sammy ‘Let’s go you fucking slut!’ Again though, their best intentions to beat holy hell out of each other had been thwarted, this time by the bouncers at the bar. Under close scrutiny for the rest of the evening, there was no way the two were going to get to fight now, though they glared with hostile intentions at each other across the crowded room.

It was about this point that I got a phone call from Sara who simply asked me ‘Steve, I need to fight some bitch really badly. Do you know anywhere where we could go?’

Thinking quickly, I replied ‘I might have somewhere Sara’ mulling it over in my mind for a moment ‘yeah, I think I do, but I won’t be able to get it until after hours tomorrow. Can you both wait until then? I asked her.

‘Set it up thanks’ Sara replied ‘I think it’ll be worth the wait’

Now Sara needed to get word to Sammy which she did easily enough, sending a message through a friend. It was like the classic ‘my friend fancies you’ move, but in this instance, it was more like ‘my friend thinks you’re a cunt and she wants to fight you.’ Still, by the time I confirmed the details of the venue, Sara and Sammy had each other’s mobile phone numbers and Sara was able to text the blonde to tell her ‘tomorrow, 11pm, Racquets squash and badminton club. Best of 3 submissions bitch.’

Sammy’s fingers worked feverishly on her phone to quickly send the reply ‘I know it, I’ll be there cunt. Come dressed as you are right now and I’ll destroy you.’

So, we were all set, and thanks to an arrangement with the janitor at the club where I was a member, we had a very private venue. I told the two women that I would have to be in attendance and would make sure that they didn’t kill each other, but beyond that I would leave it to them to agree their own rules and fight it out. Both agreed to that easily enough, such was their desire to get at each other. The only rules that were agreed were the best of 3 submissions which would need to be verbal, no punching or kicking the face, and no time limit. Neither woman would be seconded, this was to be a strictly woman to woman fight for dominance. Without a referee too, I wasn’t sure how long the rules would hold up, but hey, it was going to be a great, intense fight; I was pretty sure of that.

The following evening, I waited in the reception area of the club for the two women to arrive having laid out some thin wrestling mats in one of the Perspex walled squash courts. The mats were hardly going to provide much protection, but they were better than nothing, in the area that they covered anyway; half of the court was just the uncovered hard squash court floor. There was little I could do about that. First to arrive was Sammy, a curvy blonde as it turned out, busty too; she looked bigger than Sara in that department I thought. Built for smothering, she was curvy in all the right places. She also wore a very business-like expression as she entered the club wearing leggings and a loose-fitting blue vest top.

‘You must be Steve’ Sammy said shaking my hand ‘thanks for setting this up. I’m going to rip that American tart apart. But is there somewhere I can change first please?’

‘Sure’ I said, showing her to one of the locker rooms ‘use this room. Sara isn’t here just yet, so I’ll give you a shout when everything’s set up if that’s OK?

‘Thanks’ Sammy replied ‘let me know when we’re ready to go. I’ll be ready. That’s if the little tart shows up!’

‘Oh, I’m sure she’ll show up’ I told Sammy. ‘If there’s anything that I know about Sara, it’s that she loves to fight. I’ll let you know when she shows up.’

Sure enough, Sara wasn’t far behind Sammy in arriving and she breezed into the reception area calling out ‘hey Steve!’ to me before enquiring ‘that bitch shown up yet?’ of me.

‘Yeah, she’s already here Sara’ I told her ‘just out back in one of the locker rooms.’

‘Well I better get ready myself, because just in case your wondering Steve’ she laughed, giving a quick twirl of her outfit in reception, ‘I did not go out last night wearing a pair of shorts and a ripped t-shirt!’

‘Well I did wonder….’ I laughed as I showed her to the other locker room. ‘Give me 10 minutes and I’ll be ready’ Sara told me as she entered the locker room.

I headed back to the reception area for a moment, making sure that the building was locked, and then headed back to the room where the Perspex walled squash court was situated. Contemplating the match up for a moment, I realised that Sara was unusually outgunned by Sammy’s breasts for a start. I knew Sara to be 5 feet 8 inches tall and about 160lbs with 38F breasts from her recent matches I had attended. Looking at Sammy, I estimated her to be perhaps a couple of inches shorter than Sara but also curvier, making me suspect that she had 5 to 10 lbs on her American rival. Her breasts I figured for a cup size bigger too, making them a G cup. Either way, it struck me that we had a fight between two women who were built to smother each other, fighting under rules where verbal submissions were required, perhaps negating the hold as a submission move. I picked out my seat for the action in the second of three rows of seating and then, thinking it was time, I went to tell Sara and Sammy that I was ready whenever they were. Neither woman needed any great encouragement to come out and fight it seemed, both Sara and Sammy entering the squash court, carrying water and nothing else. Their only concession in outfits had been to remove their shoes as they entered, rather than wearing their heeled shoes inside the squash court.

At the moment, all I could tell was that Sara seemed to be braless wearing a strappy scarlet coloured sundress which was embossed with a white flower pattern. Her legs were bare and her finger and toe nails were painted in her usual scarlet colour as well. Sammy wore a knee length, long sleeved black body con dress with a scoop out neck, displaying more than a hint of cleavage. She too was bare legged and her nails were painted in a bright violet colour.

‘Ladies, I’m going to leave you to it in here as I promised’ I said as I headed to the door of the squash court. ‘I will be sitting just out there though, so try not to kill each other please. And stick to the rules; it’s not like there’s many, so it shouldn’t be too hard for you to do that at least.’ With that, I left the squash court as Sammy hitched her dress a little further above the knee and the two women started to eye each other with open hostility now that they had the opportunity to fight without disruption at last. ‘Bitch!’ Sara spat at Sammy who replied in kind ‘slag!’ as the two came closer, standing face to face in the squash court. I could see now for sure that Sammy was a little shorter but possibly slightly stronger in this battle between two women who were determined to fight. ‘You ready for this slag? Sammy asked, her forehead now pressed to Sara’s as their breasts also challenged the other woman’s. ‘Fucking right I am cunt!’ Sara shot back, both of her hands going to Sammy’s blonde hair and the fight was on in earnest as Sammy replied in kind and used her lower centre of gravity to quickly power Sara back to the Perspex wall of the court. My view of the action was a little blocked by Sara’s body, but there was no mistaking the sound of hard body punches landing as Sammy opened up on her with a quick flurry before returning both hands to Sara’s strawberry blonde hair.

‘That all you’ve got bitch?’ Sara asked, paying for it immediately with a stinging slap across the face before Sammy went back to the body, landing two more hard punches. Just as it looked like Sammy was dictating the early tempo though, she found herself switched against the wall herself, taking a knee to the stomach as she did before Sara tried to use the hair to bang the back of her head off the Perspex. Sammy resisted that, slipping her arms inside Sara’s to weaken her grip and now the British fighter startled Sara again with a straight headbutt to the face. It wasn’t the hardest ever blow but catching Sara off guard, Sammy was able to push her away and catch her with a fast kick to the thigh before Sara found her way out of range. ‘Get back here and fight you pussy! Sammy called, going after the American woman and taking a slap to the face to land one of her own, and then both ladies were back into the hair once more. Again, they found their bodies pressed closely together, both trying to get knees into the other’s body as the early part of the fight showed that both Sammy and Sara knew how to handle themselves.

Sammy seemed to be just about shading the exchange once more, forcing Sara’s head back by the hair before stinging her tits with a hard slap. She followed that with a hard right had to the body, forcing Sara to take it as she looked to fight back, pawing at Sammy’s face before narrowly avoiding a bite to the hand from the English woman. ‘Fucking bitch!’ Sara shouted at Sammy who just laughed at her after swinging a hard slap at the strawberry blonde American’s face. This time Sara had her wits about her though, ducking the slap to land a hard uppercut to the underside of Sammy’s left breast, setting her on the back foot for a moment. Despite being pushed back a little, Sammy still proved herself to be a dangerous woman, taking a stinging slap to the face but replying with a thrust of her nails to the underside of Sara’s breasts now that drew a yelp of pain from the American. The fight continued at range for a moment now, Sara happy to use her greater height from distance while Sammy bided her time, confident enough to wait for the right chance rather than any opening.

That strategy did cost Sammy in the short term as Sara was able to land some powerful enough slaps to the face along with straight punches to the breasts while a number of Sammy’s counters fell just short of the mark. She did land an occasional slap of her own, one smacking off the top of Sara’s breasts, filling the room with the sound of hand on flesh, but it did appear that that fight might have turned a little in Sara’s favour for a moment. A fast handed one-two slap to the face seemed to rock Sammy who raised her hands high looking to defend her head; Sara ducked in low, electing to work the body and in an instant, Sammy was able to reverse the momentum of the fight as she closed the distance and drove a knee up into Sara’s body. That knocked the American back on to her butt, and seated on the mat, she couldn’t gather her wits quickly enough to defend against a raking kick across the chest that knocked her flat on her back in pain. I thought that Sammy would follow her down to the mat quickly to press the advantage, but her tactic couldn’t have been further from that as she went to Sara’s hair, forcing the strawberry blonde back to her feet. ‘You fucking bitch, I’m going to beat the shit out of you now!’ she snarled right in Sara’s face before using that double handful of hair to run her back hard into the Perspex wall of the squash court. Sara groaned as she hit the wall, and then Sammy lit her body up with a flurry of hard and well-placed body punches. Sara was in trouble and it looked like she might slide down the wall to a seated position but now Sammy leaned her curvaceous body into the American, pinning her there in an upright position as she sunk her nails in to Sara’s right breast, slapping then grabbing and mauling it.

‘Nnnngghhhh!’ Sara moaned ‘fucking cunt!’ as she felt the pain burning in her tits courtesy of Sammy’s nails. That seemed to spur Sammy on though, giving her confidence that she was hurting the American. ‘Awwww’ Sammy taunted ‘do those little titties of yours hurt Sarah?’ she added, deliberately using the wrong name to add insult to injury. She slapped and grabbed the breast once more, the thin fabric of the sundress doing little to protect Sara against her nails, and there was a long shriek of pain from the American who gritted her teeth and looked to fight back, trying to find a position to get her fists into Sammy’s body. She was successful too as she landed two decent punches to the belly before Sammy cut her comeback short, using the hair to bang the back of her head on the Perspex wall. Now again, the American was in trouble, Sammy quickly firing in a flurry to the body that she fought desperately to block some of before eating a slap to the face that sent her reeling along the wall of the court. Sammy followed her, carefully, before landing with a snap front kick to the stomach that bent Sara double against the wall and presented Sammy the perfect opportunity to deliver another knee lift to the breasts, this time knocking Sara to the mat, right against the wall.

Once again, Sammy elected not to follow Sara to the mat, instead electing to patiently stalk her opponent who started to crawl on all fours, looking to buy time by putting distance between her and Sammy. Unfortunately for Sara, Sammy was right there to deliver a vicious kick to the breasts that rolled Sara on to her back. ‘That’s a football kick slut; not a soccer kick!’ Sammy helpfully reminded her now as she stood over Sara while the American clutched her breasts there on the mat. So far, there was no doubt Sammy had been getting the better of things, and she had Sara in plenty of trouble here. If Sara couldn’t find a way back into things quickly, then it seemed likely Sammy would take the all important first submission. The British blonde wasn’t going to waste too much time allowing her American counterpart to recover, forcing her back to her feet by the hair. There, another slap stung Sara’s face, and as she was left a little stunned, Sammy grabbed both of the straps of her red sundress. Now Sammy used her head, quite literally, delivering a butt to Sara’s face that knocked the American to her backside on the mat. Thanks to Sammy’s firm grip of them too, Sara’s shoulder straps were no longer attached to the front of her dress, the front of the dress falling to hang loosely at her waist, exposing her breasts now.

Sammy still wasn’t keen to take the match to the ground yet it seemed, preferring to keep the action upright as she waited for Sara to slowly rise before she instantly rushed her back to the Perspex wall once again. A well-placed knee caught Sara in the pit of the stomach against the wall as Sammy, taking a slap to her still well covered breasts in the process, continued to soften up the American. Now a hard slap to the right breast got increasingly painful for Sara as Sammy dragged her sharp nails across the sensitive flesh. That drew a cry of pain from Sara that Sammy looked to cut short, leaning in with a forearm across Sara’s throat and a hand across her mouth, looking for the hand smother. Sara flashed her teeth now, looking to sink them into Sammy’s hand, making the British woman think better of the hand smother almost immediately. She still held the choke though before sinking in an uppercut to the body that dropped Sara to a knee, there against the wall and in a dangerous position. A position Sammy wasn’t about to waste, firing in three piston-like knees to the bare, unprotected breasts of her opponent. The third sending Sara crashing to the mat on her belly.

Now Sammy taunted her again ‘come on bitch, I thought you were tough?’ slapping her disdainfully around the back of the head. ‘I thought you wanted to fight cunt?’ she questioned now, delivering a second slap with an equal measure of disdain. Sara lunged for Sammy’s legs in a desperation move, Sammy able to deftly stay clear of the attempt before delivering a short kick to the rib cage to quell Sara’s fighting fury for a moment. Now, Sammy took the action to the mat, dropping down to straddle Sara’s lower back with the American still face down. A nasty rake of her nails across Sara’s shoulder blades drew a shriek of anguish from the strawberry blonde American who was trapped and in big trouble; more so as Sammy started to move her position to trap her in a well applied camel clutch, a liberal handful of hair helping her to secure the move. Now she wrenched back on the hair, pulling Sara’s head back powerfully and drawing a scream of pain that intensified almost immediately as the British brawler released the hair and sunk her nails into both of Sara’s breasts. ‘Aaaaggggh! Fucking bitch!’ Sara cried out as Sammy took great delight in starting to torture her bare breasts, pulling and twisting, all the time with her nails firmly anchored in the flesh. A brief respite for Sara saw Sammy crack a slap off the side of her face, and then the double tit maul was back in place as Sammy leaned back to add painful torque to the already effective move.

‘Give up you Yank cunt!’ she yelled in Sara’s ear, the strawberry blonde American replying with a stilted ‘Fuck you!’ through gritted teeth as she felt the pain tried to fight through it. Sammy had her I though I thought as she adjusted her grip to pull back with added intensity, nails still viciously tearing at sensitive breast flesh. ‘Aaaaggggh!’ Sara cried out again as Sammy calmly ratcheted up the pressure once more before telling Sara firmly to ‘fucking give up bitch!’ Sara gritted her teeth, eyes screwed tightly shut as she fought the pain; there was no way to fight back though and Sammy twisted her tits hard once more. ‘Aaaaggggh!’ Sara yelled out ‘fuck no…….’ she continued, fighting it before the pain overcame her and she cried out ‘I give, I give!’

‘Ha! Fucking weak American skank!’ Sammy sneered at her as she released the hold but used a handful of hair to drag Sara back to her corner of the mat, leaving her there with a foot on the ass that pushed her onto her chest on the mat. Sammy turned, confidently walking back to her corner, still dressed pretty much exactly as she had been at the start of the fight, albeit with the dress riding up on her hips more now from the action on the mats. She’s had the better of it so far, surprising Sara it seemed with her toughness and fighting style. The match certainly held my attention now as the two women prepared for round two. I knew Sara as a fighter; knew she was tough and resilient and could fight with the best but so far, Sammy seemed to have her number. It was far from over thought I had to think as both stepped back towards each other, already looking to restart the hostilities. While Sammy smoothed her tight black dress across her curves once more, Sara was already topless, her bright red summer dress having not stood up well to Sammy’s attacks, and it now hung at her waist as a skirt. Her breasts were reddened, marked up a little by Sammy’s nails, but she had a determined look set in her eyes as the two blondes started to circle each other.

'I’m going to break you now bitch!’ Sammy confidently shot in Sara’s direction as the American laughed it off. ‘Break me?’ she asked ‘that just stretched me out bitch. Got me ready for the rest of the fight’ she told Sammy as she cracked a right-handed slap off the British blonde’s cheek, starting round two of the fight in earnest. Sammy didn’t shrink from that surprise blow though, she was tough and here to fight, standing right in front of Sara and immediately looking to reply with a hard, short right hand to the body. Sara blocked the worst of it, and the two women continued to trade insults and attacks from range in the early going. Both landed stinging slaps to the face; Sammy continued to throw the odd body punch, looking to break Sara down that way it seemed to me. It was the British woman who again looked to take the initiative now, landing with a chopping downward slap to the top of Sara’s already sore breasts before following in quickly to grab the hair. That grip allowed her to rush Sara back hard to the Perspex wall, delivering a sly short uppercut to the underside of her right breast as she did so.

Sara groaned as her body hit the wall, instinctively raising her knee as protection and possibly hoping that Sammy would run into it. Instead, the British woman trapped the knee against her side before hammering three hard punches into Sara’s belly, sending the American sliding down the wall as she released her leg. Sammy backed up a little, confident with how the action was going, happy that she was in control once more. Now she aimed a raking kick at Sara’s breasts, one that may well have put the fight beyond the American had it landed, but Sara dropped to the mat, able to avoid the kick as it passed over her. Sammy spun too, her back ending up facing towards Sara who grabbed her ankles to tip her to the mat on her front. Sara had to go on the attack now, keeping hold of Sammy’s legs until she made it to her feet, and then she hurled herself at the blonde, landing with a knee drop in her lower back. Sammy cried out in pain now, a little surprised by the harsh impact and Sara was back in the fight, remaining in a kneeling position on top of Sammy as she slapped at the back of her head. Sammy raised her hands, trying to defend either side of her head but Sara hammered home some hard punches between her shoulder blades, looking to quell the British woman’s fighting spirit early in round two. With Sammy feeling those blows, Sara got back to her feet before dropping down to deliver a crushing elbow smash across the back of her head, and Sammy was left a little dazed, face down on the mat.

Sara quickly looked to press home the advantage now, hitching Sammy’s dress up to expose her ass before grabbing the back of the blonde’s black lace thong, quickly pulling it into a wedgie. Sammy let out a groan of protest that was cut short as Sara cuffed her with a slap around the back of the head. Her thong’s tearing noise wasn’t cut off though as Sara continued to pull on the fabric, enjoying the sound of the garment slowly but surely, and not to mention more than a little painfully for Sammy, gave way. One last good pull saw the thong ripped from Sammy’s body; Sara wasted no time in rubbing it across Sammy’s face before using a handful of blonde hair to rip the complaining British blonde to her feet and into a knee lift to the body. Sammy looked rocked by that and the strawberry blonde American used that to push her back to the wall, still maintaining the tight grip of her hair. As Sammy’s body hit the Perspex, Sara struck again with a knee to the side, but she paid for it as she telegraphed a third knee, Sammy trapping it against her body before pushing Sara off balance to the mat with a straight right hand to the breasts.

Sammy kicked hard at Sara who was just successful in rolling clear before the British woman dived at her looking to pun and punish her rival down on the ground. Sara rolled with her though, the two ladies wrapped up in each other’s hair, legs intertwined as their bodies crushed into each other, battling for catball supremacy. The rolling stopped briefly with Sammy on top but as she looked to plunge her G cup breasts into Sara’s face, the American caught her with a right hand to the ribs and was able to restart the rolling motion of the catball. Both ladies maintained their grip of the hair, strong legs trying to overwhelm the other as the rolling catball took them off eh matted area to the uncovered area of the squash court for the first time. Again, Sammy was able to stop the motion with her on top and spotting a chance, she grabbed at Sara’s hair, wanting to bang her head off the harder floor area. Sara knew it was a dangerous situation for her and she just about managed to protect herself, clasping her hands behind her head to absorb the worst of it before Sammy was able to complete the move. It left her wide open once more though to a cruel double breast claw from Sammy that, with Sara’s breasts already tenderised from the end of the previous round, quickly had the American crying out in pain once again. The look of pain in Sara’s eyes suggested to me that she might just be forced into a second submission that would end the match.

The American was tough though, resourceful too, and she surprised Sammy with a raking slash of the nails across the top of the British woman’s breasts and as Sammy instinctively moved her hands to protect against a second nail rake, Sara struck. A powerful straight right hand to the stomach knocked a bit of the wind out of Sammy, a second hooked into her rib cage knocked the British blonde off balance. Despite her pinning position on top of Sara, it took a third right hand to bowl the British woman to the floor of the squash court. The topless American struggled to her feet, knowing that she needed to take full advantage of the grounded blonde, and followed in with a hard kick to the ribs of her own. ‘Soccer kick, football kick? Whatever cunt!’ she shot at Sammy who rolled in pain towards the matted part of the court. It brought her precious little time though, Sara catching up with her and spreading her legs to deliver a cruel knee drop to the pussy that drew a cry of pain from the British blonde.

Her American counterpart was looking to deliver a devastating attack now to try and even up the score, and she grabbed the front of Sammy’s dress to rip it open at the front as she forced her to her feet. A hard right uppercut landed to Sammy’s right breast, threatening to force it free of her black lace bra; it didn’t achieve that but it sent Sammy reeling back into the Perspex wall. Now Sara stepped into the attack once more, turning the blonde so that her face was to the wall before hammering her with a hard right hand to the lower back, a kidney shot that saw Sammy groan in pain. Now Sara pressed her own body into the British woman from behind, her left hand roughly grabbing her hair to keep control of her. A second short right hand crashed into Sammy’s body, taking her breath away, and then from that position, leaning closely in to Sammy, Sara told her to ‘scream bitch!’ as she reached around her body to apply a pussy claw. Against the Perspex wall, Sammy’s face was a tortured mask of pain as Sara’s fingers expertly probed her womanhood, testing her resilience as each cry of pain seemed to bring the British blonde closer to submission. ‘Give up!’ Sara told her, speaking quietly, directly into Sammy’s ear, but then she surprised the British woman releasing the claw almost immediately, not allowing her to reply, as she grabbed her hair firmly with both hands and used it to wrench her roughly to the ground.

Now Sammy tried to get to all fours as she looked to fight her way to her feet, but Sara stopped her dead with a hard elbow around the back of the head that dropped Sammy back to her stomach on the mat. Sara kept up the attack too, immediately using Sammy’s hair to pull her face clear of the mat before delivering a backhand slap to her cheek. Then, pushing her face back to the mat, Sara straddled her back, quick to take the blonde’s left leg to trap her in a single leg boston crab. Sammy groaned as she felt Sara bend her painfully but the groan quickly turned to a scream of pain as Sara used the compromising position to reapply the pussy claw to her. ‘Aaaaggggh! You fucking bitch!’ Sammy cried out as Sara’s fingers probed her expertly once more, the American fighter telling Sammy ‘give up slag, I’ve got you now!’. It was Sammy screaming out in pain now, trying to hold on desperately, but she was deeply in trouble. Trying to push her hands to the mat, she attempted to force Sara off her, but unable to achieve that, she cried out in pain once more before she shouted out ‘Fuck it! I submit bitch!’

‘Ha! I knew you would you little slapper!’ Sara sneered as she released the single leg boston, pulling Sammy’s dress from her body. Now both women would face a third and deciding fall and each made their way back to their respective corners of the court for a moment. Each was feeling the effects of two hard falls; Sara still topless in her red thong and the remnants of her sun dress while Sammy had only retained her black lace bra after the end of the second fall. It was about to escalate further too in the third and final fall. From her corner, Sara challenged Sammy directly now ‘hey bitch, fuck the rules in this last fall. Let’s fight anything goes until you give up!’

Sammy’s pride wouldn’t allow her to refuse the challenge, especially with the implied insult thrown confidently into Sara’s challenge to her. But she had a challenge of her own, discarding her black lace bra to stand naked on the mats. ‘We do this naked though cunt; fighting as real women always have done. Unless you’re too much of a pussy of course?’ she enquired.

Sara replied readily enough, just stepping out of her dress and red thong now as she returned to the mat to start the final, deciding, fall. ‘Let’s go then slag’ she told Sammy as the British blonde started to circle with her, hands raised in careful defence as the raised stakes meant each woman had to protect themselves with added care, wary of an early and decisive blow being landed. Sara flicked an early jab at Sammy’s face now, blocked by Sammy’s tight defence before the British woman forced Sara to eat a slap to the face. The action continued for a few moments at distance now as both Sara and Sammy had occasional successes in landing long range slaps, punches and kicks. Sara looked to have secured the first clear advantage, landing a stiff jab to the mouth, rocking Sammy’s head back a little and the strawberry blonde American waded in, swinging wide, powerful looking punches at Sammy’s body. The British woman defended as well as she could, blocking a number of attacks but shipping a few punches to the body. Her tight defence paid off though as the speed and power started to wane in Sara’s attack now; Sammy took her chance, startling her with a headbutt to the face that put Sara on the back foot. It was the American’s turn for frantic defence now, just about blocking two right hands aimed to the head, but as Sammy followed in with a hard front kick to the pit of the belly that folded Sara forward into a dangerous position, Sammy was quick to recognise that, trying to catch Sara with a knee lift to the face.

The American blocked a part of it with her hands, but the sharp knee lift was still more than enough to knock her off balance in the early part of the deciding fall. Sammy didn’t waste the opportunity either, firing in a quick right hand to the jaw that clipped Sara and threatened to drop her on her backside. Sammy didn’t allow her to fall though, pulling her into a tight clinch to plan a knee into the strawberry blonde fighter’s stomach. Sara groaned as she felt the air driven from her body by the knee but she also found a target as her scarlet painted, sharp nails sunk into Sammy’s G cup breasts. Sammy took it though, and then she rocked Sara once more as she delivered another knee to the body before she used that impact to push an off-balance Sara back to the Perspex wall of the squash court with authority. Sara raised her own knee as she felt her back slam into the wall, more in defence than anything else and Sammy took the chance to go for a standing crotch maul. Sara yelled out in pain, caught out once more by the tough British blonde who had trapped her with her leg in the air and was expertly attacking her womanhood. ‘Fucking submit bitch!’ Sammy commanded as Sara responded ‘Fuck off…Aaaaggggh. You fucking cunt!’ as she felt Sammy’s pussy claw continue to take its toll.

Again, I thought that it looked as if Sammy may have her as Sara, in desperation, started to wail away at any target she could find. Right hands were clubbed into Sammy’s shoulders, but she seemed able to shrug them off as she continued to work her fingers, expertly, painfully in Sara’s pussy. Sara’s head went back as another cry of anguish escaped her lips, and Sammy showed her no mercy as she continued with the pussy attack. ‘Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh! Nnnnggghhhhhh!’ Sara moaned, her eyes screwed almost shut from the pain as she again started to hammer hard fists down into Sammy’s shoulder blades there against the wall. This time, the hard blows took a bit more of a toll on Sammy, forcing her grip to weaken a little and finally allowing Sara’s leg back to the ground. Keeping up the tempo with her flailing fists, Sara struck as well with a knee strike right between the breasts just as Sammy started to drop to her knees beneath the withering attack. That bowled Sammy to her back but as Sara made a dive for her, she raised a knee to catch the American blonde’s body as she failed to successfully land the big splash.

Sara rolled off to the mat now, gasping for the breath that had just been crushed from her body by Sammy’s knee. The British woman made her way slowly to her feet now, feeling the pace a little, but back on top. ‘Silly Cow!’ she taunted Sara, pleased with herself for putting a stop to Sara’s brief comeback. A kick to the side forced Sara on to her back, but Sammy had no interest in keeping the match down on the mat for long, going to Sara’s strawberry blonde hair to try and force her to her feet. This time a mistake by Sammy as Sara stunned her with a devastating uppercut to the crotch from the mat. As Sammy reached for her womanhood, and more specifically, the pain Sara had suddenly set burning there, Sara took advantage, from her knees, with a one-two to the underside of both breasts. Suddenly Sammy was reeling and Sara looked to keep things that way, rising from the mat as Sammy landed on her backside on the mat. Now Sammy took a raking kick across the breasts and that pushed her onto her back, and as she clutched at her battered body, she was perhaps at the mercy of Sara now. Not that the American was particularly known for that trait, something she proved with a cruel stomp to the breasts now that drew a shriek of pain from the British blonde. Sammy clutched at her breasts to try to alleviate the pain from the vicious stomp as Sara dropped to her knees, planting a fist deep into her belly. As she sat up involuntarily in reflex reaction to the fist in the belly, Sara dropped her back to her back quickly with an elbow to the point of the jaw.

Sammy was in big trouble now, and Sara wasn’t about to let up on her. Much as Sammy was, Sara was a woman who knew just how to win a catfight, and she set about it with a side head scissors, her thighs trapping Sammy’s head tightly as she stretched out to her full 5 feet 9 inches, getting every bit of leverage and power into the move. A hand wrapped tightly in the blonde’s hair ensured that she was held firmly in place too as a flex of Sara’s powerful thighs drew a low groan of pain from Sammy. She responded quickly, digging her nails into Sara’s thigh before dragging them across her leg, looking to scratch her way free. As she bridged though, looking to use that to help force her way free, Sara hammered her belly with a hard fist, dropping the bridge and putting paid to her attempt to escape. Sara flexed those strong thighs once more, putting Sammy deep in trouble but the British woman showed her fighting ability once more, grabbing and twisting Sara’s toes to force her way clear of the hold. Sara narrowly avoided an elbow to the crotch as well as Sammy shot once in her direction, looking to get herself back in to the fight. Unfortunately for Sammy, Sara was just half a step ahead of her now, lashing a foot out and catching the blonde in the side as she was still down on the matted area.

Sammy was dragged back to her feet now quickly, Sara roughly grabbing her blonde hair and using it to thrown her across the matted area back towards the Perspex. Sammy landed pretty hard but was still looking to roll to her knees as Sara struck once more, using a low drop kick of sorts. Her feet slammed into the curvy blonde’s body hard, sending her crashing back into that unforgiving Perspex, taking a little bit more of the fight out of the tough British fighter. The agreed anything goes finale wasn’t helping Sammy right now either, Sara dropping to her knees beside her to plough a series of punches into her body before finishing the exchange by grabbing her hair, using it to left her head from the mat, and landing a right hand to the mouth. That left Sammy a little dazed down on the mat, and as usual in a catfight, dazed meant in trouble as Sara positioned her shin across the blonde woman’s throat, kneeling but making sure that she put all of her weight into the choke hold. Sammy reacted, perhaps too late, as she tried to sink her nails into Sara’s leg as it continued to ride across her throat. Sara responded to that though, grabbing the hair to pull her deeper into the choke before delivering another short right hand to the face that stopped Sammy’s immediate resistance to the hold.

‘Now cunt’ Sara asked ‘do you give up?’

The choke hold was in deeply now, the hair pulling from Sara ensuring that she had been able to fully get her shin pressed onto Sammy’s throat. The British woman was in big trouble, but she gasped her reply ‘no!’ in defiance of the debilitating hold before sinking her nails into Sara’s leg once more.

‘Little bitch!’ Sara bemoaned as she felt the nails tearing at her leg, but she was in control of things now, again using the hair before delivering another right hand to the face. That stopped Sammy’s resistance once more and moving quickly, Sara switched to catch Sammy in a grapevine. The two naked women’s bodies pressed tightly together, Sara’s body bearing down on Sammy’s as she fought to slowly but surely overpower and spread her legs wide. Sammy let out a gasp, a pained exhalation, as she felt herself spread, powerless it seemed to resist Sara’s legs at the moment. I recognised it was probably part of the set up for Sara’s favourite super smother but right now as Sammy grabbed for her strawberry blonde locks from beneath her, she settled for choking her rival instead with a forearm across the throat. Sammy fought it hard now, pulling fiercely on Sara’s hair but struggling to get the power and leverage that she really needed into the attack from beneath the American. From her more dominant position, Sara had less problems, bearing down on Sammy who she again surprised now, switching briefly to apply a double breast claw. Sara could use her nails with the best of them, sinking them deeply into Sammy’s impressive breasts. Tit mauling was a speciality for Sammy too though, and despite being at a disadvantage beneath Sara, she drew a gasp of pain from the American as she responded in kind, getting her own nails into Sara’s breasts.

Now the two women’s eyes bored into the other as they searched for that first sign of weakness there. Sara’s grapevine appeared to be weakening a little as Sammy’s mauling seemed to take its toll on her. Not so though, the strawberry blonde suddenly bringing the power back to bear once more as she spread Sammy wide now. ‘Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!’ Sammy cried out in pain and frustration as she felt Sara’s legs finally overwhelm hers now. With the blonde struggling against the grapevine, Sara took her chance, plunging forward to plant her breasts squarely in Sammy’s face now; the smother was on, Sara’s favourite method of forcing a submission, but she had to make it a verbal once. With the effective sound proofing effect of her breasts in Sammy’s face, that might prove challenging. More immediately too, Sara felt Sammy’s hands wrap tightly in her strawberry blonde hair now, trying to ease the pressure of the breast smother. Sara retaliated, going into the hair herself, controlling Sammy’s head with it as the British woman continued to tear at her. Making sure she suffered the worst of the smother now, Sara gritted her teeth as desperation made Sammy rip at her strawberry blonde hair with increased fury, but the blonde woman was starting to fade in the smother hold. That gave Sara a potential issue though, Sammy was well smothered to the point that she couldn’t submit verbally even if she wanted to. The American fighter showed scant concern though at this point, keeping Sammy tightly locked into her breast smother as she felt the power go out of her hair pulling now. Sara was able to put every last ounce of weight into the smother suddenly as Sammy stopped fighting it; the curvaceous British fighter was out of it, but she hadn’t yet submitted as Sara lifted her breasts from her face.

Sara realised that she had to force her to say it. Slapping her face hard, three times, to rouse Sammy from her breast induced slumber, Sara maintained control with the grapevine spreading Sammy’s legs wide. ‘Now, do you submit bitch?’ Sara asked her. ‘Fuck no’ Sammy replied with bravado ‘I’ve had a nap; I’m feeling refreshed now you fucking tart!’

‘Stupid little cunt!’ Sara sniped at her as she rode her left forearm across her throat now to choke her before delivering a right hand to the breasts. ‘Submit or suffer bitch’ Sara continued and then she unleashed a flurry of lefts and rights, slaps and punches to the face and the breasts of the pinned British woman. Now Sammy was rocked again by the powerful attacks of the American, and she had no real answer, dazed as she still was from being smothered out. ‘Fucking give!’ Sara implored her, finishing the flurry as she simply closed both hands around Sammy’s throat in a straight up choke hold. Now there was a look of real desperation in Sammy’s eyes, contrasting that of intense fury in Sara’s; Sammy was beaten but she was a hard woman who simply didn’t want to admit defeat. ‘No’ she croaked weakly, trapped in the choke before Sara let loose with another flurry of blows, finishing with a right hand straight to the mouth before clamping on the two handed choke once more. ‘Now what do you say cunt?’ Sara enquired and now it seemed that she had finally broken Sammy’s fighting spirit for today as she admitted ‘I fucking submit slag.’

Sara put the exclamation point on her win, clamping a nasty double breast claw on to Sammy for a moment now, taunting her ‘fucking pussy’ before she got off her, gathered her stuff and left the squash court to go and change back into the shorts and t-shirt she had arrived in. Sammy took just a brief moment lying on the mat to gather herself before she also headed back to change into her street clothes as well. I went back to the reception area, replaying parts of the intense battle I’d just witnessed in my head as I did so. Obviously, I knew Sara was some fighter, but Sammy had matched her well, even dominating large periods of the match.

Sara was first to appear in the reception area, pausing to thank me for sorting out the venue for her. I told her I was always happy to help with anything like that if I could, and congratulated her on her win before she headed for the door. As she did so, Sammy also appeared from the locker room and immediately called after Sara ‘you were lucky bitch; I’ll fuck you up if you’re brave enough to try again. Loser gets fucked rules!’

‘Sure’ Sara replied with the confidence of someone who had just won a match ‘anytime you want bitch. I’ll fuck you up and fuck you next time!’ she laughed as she headed out of the building to her car.

Now Sammy also thanked me for setting up the venue as I commiserated with her on her defeat. ‘Oh, I’m not too worried about losing, even to that slut’ Sammy told me. ‘I’ve learned plenty about her style now and I’ll beat the bitch next time. And there will be a next time, she’s far too proud to turn it down, isn’t she?’ Sammy asked me.

‘You might well be right there’ I agreed.

‘It was great actually having somewhere private to fight though, thank you’ Sammy told me. ‘You wouldn’t believe the number of fights I’ve had broken up by well-meaning people, it’s nice to know that wouldn’t happen here, thanks for just letting us get on with it’ she smiled.

‘No problem’ I told her ‘You’ll know that I manage a few fighters including my wife, so I understand to just let you ladies solve it yourselves.’

‘It’s the best way’ Sammy agreed ‘say, can I call you if I need somewhere to fight again? Would you be able to get this place for me?’

‘I can get this after hours most nights if I need to’ I told her, writing my number on a card that I found behind the reception desk. ‘I probably need 24 hours’ notice, but just call me and this can be your private fight club Sammy.’

‘Thanks Steve’ she said pocketing the card and heading for the door. ‘I think you’ll be hearing from me fairly soon’ she told me over her shoulder as she walked out of the building, leaving me to tidy up and lock up now, and I headed for home, wondering what fights this arrangement might lead to me seeing now.