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Eye of The Storm

By Wolfboy

Sara looks to get even with Helen

‘You fucking bitch! You had no business doing that to Kat’ the voice on the end of the phone had told Sara. ‘I’m going to completely destroy you this time. Meet me at my house tomorrow afternoon, and I’ll kick your fucking arse from pillar to post bitch!’

‘Ooohhh, I’m so scared Helen, please don’t’ Sara laughed in reply. ‘I’ll be there bitch. No holds barred until one can’t go any more. And when I say one of us, I mean you. Fucking pussy! You brought that beatdown on Kat by refusing to fight me anyway!’ she told the blonde.

‘Bitch…’ Helen replied, ‘I’ll make you pay for that tomorrow. You’ll be finished as a fighter when I’m done with you. I will hurt you’ she warned, simply but ominously.

‘Sure...whatever. See you tomorrow bitch!’ Sara had shot back, satisfied that she had the match she’d wanted all along secured now as she hung up the phone.

Helen’s house on the beach in Cornwall had seen some pretty tough fights across the years, including the two tag matches with Debbie and Emma as well as her first fight with Emma. That fight had given Emma the confidence to take on and beat Sara prior to their fifth fight on the beach; as Sara stood at Helen’s front door, it was that advice that she intended to pay Helen back for. Sara didn’t blame Emma for taking the offered advice at all, but she had plenty of issues with Helen offering it in the first case. She’d felt it was none of Helen’s business, and I must admit that while we’d been happy to get that advice, I never really understood why Helen had sought Emma out so actively to provide it. It had led to the two very hard fought tag matches as well, so I definitely couldn’t say I was disappointed with it, but in Sara’s eyes, that had made things between her and Helen personal. Very personal.

The door swung open, and Helen stood there, staring at Sara for a moment, the American returning the icy glare with interest before Helen flatly said ‘you came then’ and stood aside, letting Sara in as the strawberry blonde replied ‘you knew I would.’

‘True’ Helen replied closing the door behind Sara. ‘You’re a bitch, but you are a bitch of your word, I’ll give you that’ she admitted.

‘Shouldn’t have run your mouth to Emma, Helen’ Sara told her now. ‘You knew I’d find out and come after you eventually’ Sara warned her.

‘Sure’ Helen smiled, ‘but then I have beaten you twice in as many fights. What makes you think that I didn’t want you to come?’ she replied, casting that moment of doubt as to who was driving this encounter after all.

‘Oh, so you think you’ve got my number? Is that it?’ Sara asked Helen who returned her gaze evenly. ‘Well I think I’ve got yours too. Just like I did with that feisty little cunt niece of yours. So how do you want to do this?’ she asked, seeing the flare of fury in Helen’s eyes.

‘How I want to do this is to kick the shit out of you. Past that point that you’re crying. To a knockout.’ Helen told Sara. ‘No referee, no rules. As long as it takes?’ she asked Sara.

‘As long as it takes’ Sara repeated, ‘fine by me’ she agreed. ‘Lets get to it then shall we? No sense in us standing around chatting like the old friends that we’re not is there?’

‘This way then, bitch’ Helen told her. ‘I’m going to love finishing you off as a fighter. I mean, that little girl did a number on you. Imagine how a real woman might hurt you!’ she cautioned Sara as she referred to her defeat at the hands of Staci. Sara swallowed a little hard as that thought dawned on her, her initial confidence in wanting this fight dented a little by Helen’s confident mind games. ‘No’ she told herself ‘don’t let this bitch talk you out of beating her.’

‘You’d better wish that Staci had finished the job for you’ Sara shot back, ‘because you can ask Kat just how effective I am if you’re not sure…’ she said, seeing another flare of anger in Helen’s eyes. It was time to fight she knew, arriving in the matted area of the lounge, bordered by the sofas; she was on her guard, knowing that Helen could be prepared to jump her, such was her evident anger.

‘Get ready cunt’ Helen told Sara now, adding ‘I’ll give you a minute to get ready, and then I’m coming after you’ as she took off the dress she was wearing and stood there topless in just a black lace thong to take Sara on. Good to her word, she waited for Sara to struggle out of her jeans and vest top, as well as the black ankle boots she was wearing. As soon as Sara was in just a bright scarlet satin thong, Helen walked up to her, punched her hard in the face, and the fight was on with Sara at an immediate disadvantage. The two women were very evenly matched physically, both roughly the same height and weight, both blonde and busty, both experienced. Against that set of stats, Helen knew she wanted to get Sara under control and at a disadvantage early on and she hurled her across the mats by the hair. That wasn’t the end of a torrid opening for Sara as she took a hard kick to the stomach from Helen as she reached all fours. Dropped to her stomach on the mat, she was forced to cover up as best she could and defend herself against a wild flurry from Helen as she dropped to her knees and unleashed a windmill of slaps to her back and head. Not the most damaging of attacks, Sara felt her hands sting her skin as she focussed her own hands on defending her head for now. Helen stopped to draw breath as Sara braced herself for the next attack; she’d fancied that Helen, driven by fury would come after her quick and hard, so her plan was to limit the damage early and strike when the pace dropped.

Helen went to the hair, slamming Sara’s face into the mats in the room, Sara just about getting her hands out to help absorb the worst of the impact. That did little to help her as Helen dragged her nails harshly across her skin now though, drawing a shriek of pain from the strawberry blonde American. ‘Plenty more of that to come’ Helen warned Sara before she slammed a fist hard in to her back, and then went to a double handful of hair to force Sara to her feet. Another part of Sara’s plan here was to try and slow Helen up by working to the body as often as possible, and she succeeded in slipping in a knee to the body before Helen started to swing furiously again with a series of hard blows aimed mainly to the chest, setting Sara’s breasts swinging before an uppercut to the jaw set her reeling, falling back on to one of the sofas. Not a good position to find herself in , especially in a match without any real boundaries, and Helen was on her quickly, trapping Sara in a half on, half off the sofa kind of position. Helen pretty much sat on Sara there, and with the American’s arms effectively pinned, she had a free target to light up her face with a series of hard slaps. As much as Sara had expected to ship some early punishment here, this was hardly in her plan, and she took the slaps while trying to buck and squirm her way out from under Helen. She struggled mightily, but it seemed Helen had her trapped early and in big trouble. As was often the case for one so cunning though, Sara was working towards plan B as well, and she worked a hand into position to suddenly surprise Helen with a crotch claw. Now it was the host who let out a cry of pain that betrayed her feelings about he claw hold, but she was still in the driving seat for now, and she slapped Sara’s face hard before using a double breast maul to test her resolve.

Sara’s face was set in a resolute expression despite an occasional grunt of pain as Helen worked her breasts while she kept up the claw hold to test her. Helen told her ‘I might milk you like that little bitch did’ as she twisted her breasts hard. ‘Fuck you’ Sara shot back, ‘I’ll cunt you first bitch!’, her fingers drawing a shriek of pain from Helen as she did so. That pain persuaded Helen to go to her plan B, not prepared to keep taking Sara’s pussy punishment so early in the fight. Instead, she went to her hair and forced her upright before throwing her across the mats hard, and quickly she loomed over Sara to deliver a kick to the body that dropped her flat to the mats again, gasping for air. The strawberry blonde American might have been prepared to take some punishment early on, expecting the fast start to the fight from Helen, but she knew she couldn’t afford to take that kind of kick to the body too often. Helen dropped to her knees now and launched into a second flailing attack of fists and slaps that Sara had to defend herself again once more, but now the flurry seemed to burn out quicker, Helen catching her breath for a moment as she tore at Sara’s satin thong, before stripping it from Sara’s body. Sara might have been worked over a little, but she was gaining in confidence having felt the fire go out of Helen’s latest attack quickly. Helen, fighting angry, wasn’t pacing herself properly, preferring to flail away furiously at Sara rather than picking her spots and causing more damage that way.

Against that backdrop, Sara, now naked, found herself pulled from the mat and thrown across them roughly once more. She was waiting on Helen as she came in with another attempted kick to the body though, grabbing her foot as she blocked it, and tipped Helen to the mat. There, she literally kicked her ass, lashing her foot out to catch the blonde in her ass, and that rolled her away from Sara enough to buy time to get to her feet. Again, there was no ceremony though; this was a fight, and both ladies were straight back into each other. Helen went high aiming for the head with a punch, but Sara went low, ducking it and hammering her to the body with a hard right hand. Helen groaned, surprised to find the air crushed from her body by that right hand. Sara measured her too now, having stopped her in her tracks, and she sent another right hand into Helen’s jaw, rocking her back on to one of the sofas.

Helen wasn’t down for long though courtesy of Sara with a hand in her hair, forcing her off the sofa and straight into a knee lift to the body. Again Helen groaned as Sara crushed the air from her body again, and the strawberry blonde American showed her cruel side as she followed up with a cruel knee lift to the face as well, dropping Helen to her backside on the mat. ‘You’re fucking nothing bitch!’ Sara taunted, sending a quick toe kick to the stomach to draw a cry of ‘oh fuck!’ from Helen who had suddenly found herself in big trouble. Sara quickly grabbed the hair now, stopping Helen from rolling to the mat as she continued to taunt Helen. ‘Tried to fucking jump me didn’t you bitch?’ she demanded, stinging Helen’s face with a slap as she held the hair. ‘Well you should have made it count, because I’m still here’ Sara mocked now before she put Helen flat on her back with a knee driven hard to the breasts. With Helen down, Sara didn’t follow up immediately, instead preferring to allow Helen just to force her way to all fours before she nailed her with a punt to the ribs, dropping her back to the mat, groaning loudly in pain.

Helen rolled onto her side, clutching at her ribs in pain only for Sara to use a combination of hair and arm to rip her back on to her back on the mat so that she could promptly deliver a knee drop to the blonde, drawing a howl of pain from her. ‘Had enough yet cunt?’ Sara asked curtly, cutting off any attempt at a reply from Helen with a sharp slap to the face. Then Sara got back to her feet, put Helen’s right arm out flat on the mats and cruelly stomped on her hand to leave the powerful blonde clutching at her fingers, crying out in pain. It was shrewd from the strawberry blonde; she knew that Helen was a dangerous and resilient woman, and she intended to dismantle her thoroughly, leaving nothing to chance. Again, Sara didn’t leave Helen long to recover as she leaned in to rake her eyes down on the mat before pulling her to her feet and striking perfectly with a headbutt to the face that left Helen more than a little rubber legged as she tried to clear her vision. For all the trouble she was in right now, Helen knew she had to try and strike back or things were only going to get worse for her. She had little in the way of defence though as Sara swept her off her feet, a hand between her thighs and deposited her on the mat with a hard body slam. For all that this was a fight, Sara had skills too and she was going to use them to help control Helen; the slam was just an example of that. So was the elbow drop that she followed up with, catching Helen high in the chest, which she quickly converted in to a tight, grinding headlock, lying across Helen’s body, breasts just a little in her face.

That was a first mistake from Sara in a little while, and Helen, still very much in fight mode, hungrily sunk her teeth into Sara’s breasts to punish her for it. Sara shrieked in pain as Helen clung on to her breast with her teeth, forcing the break of the headlock as Sara tried to pull away. Now it was Helen who held the aces, though not as firmly as she held Sara’s right breast in her mouth, preventing the strawberry blonde from escaping her. Helen slugged Sara in the belly now as she was still lying awkwardly across her, trying to punish the American. In reply though, Sara took some inspiration from that move, lifting her butt to crash it down into Helen’s body. Still Helen grimy clung on, teeth digging in to sensitive breast flesh as she kept punishing Sara. ‘Fucking bitch!’ Sara whined a little, but she was tough, gritting her own teeth against the pain before dropping hard onto Helen’s body again, forcing the blonde to gasp for air, and finally Sara was free of the agonising molar maul. Immediately, she looked to make Helen pay too, clubbing a double fisted blow into her stomach, which she followed with an elbow to the point of the jaw that dimmed Helen’s lights for a moment as it put her flat out on the mat. Stopping just for a cursory inspection of her right breast for teeth marks, Sara punished Helen further, once again liking the knee drop to the ribs as her chosen weapon to draw a long, pained growl from her blonde foe.

‘Give up cunt!’ Sara told her now, not a request, more a demand as she stood over Helen.

‘Fuck you!’ Helen rasped from the mat, followed immediately by a moan of ‘aaaagghhhhh!’ as Sara’s foot connected with her side.

Sara was calculated and targetted now; where Helen had flailed wildly in a fury at her earlier in the fight, her cool head was making her attacks all the more effective. Forcing Helen into a seated position, Sara wrenched her arm above her head, gripping it through her long blonde hair at the wrist. Then she wrenched Helen’s head and neck to the side for a moment, adding to the pain she felt in her ribs, even before Sara cruelly delivered a sharp slap and then a claw hold to her pained side. This was Sara at her cruel best now, forgoing straight ahead brawling for something she knew was going to be far more effective in the long run. ‘Aaaaaggghhh!’ Helen groaned as she felt the pain from Sara’s clawing attack now, the pain searing in her ribs.

‘Shut up bitch!’ Sara admonished, slamming another slap into her side to add to the punishment as she kept the clawing pressure on the blonde whose eyes were screwed shut in pain. Above her, Sara’s eyes told a very different story, betraying the smile she was trying to keep hidden as she was working Helen over. Slowly she was breaking her nemesis down it seemed now, her cooler head prevailing so far. Sara had been rendered naked early in the fight by Helen, and as she slammed a hard elbow into her side and pushed Helen to the mat on her face, she seemed to be intent on evening up that score now. First, she stomped Helen’s lower back though and then she sat down hard to straddle her back, facing her feet, and she she quickly eased down Helen’s black lace thong to her knees. The focus of her attacks remained on the ribs though as she took a single leg boston crab now, making sure to add just enough torque to Helen’s ribs to heighten her pain just another notch as she did so. ‘Mmnnnngghh!’ Helen groaned in pain now, pain that increased further quickly as Sara clamped a hand hard between her legs to apply a crotch claw. ‘Aiiieeeee….Ooowwww!’ Helen squealed now as Sara tortured her womanhood with her fingers, expertly sending waves of pain through the blonde’s body.

‘Ooowwww…..Aaaaggghhhhh!’ Helen cried out now, quickly blurting out ‘I give….I give’

Sara eased the pressure just for a split second, making Helen think that she was releasing the combination hold before immediately ramping the pressure back up. ‘You what?’ she asked harshly now, ‘You give? Give what? Bitch, you said you were going to make me cry. That it was to a knockout remember?’ she asked as she slammed Helen’s leg back to the mat hard. ‘And that’s exactly what’s going to happen’ she announced, getting up to drop an elbow hard across her lower back. ‘So fight me bitch…...come on’ she challenged, adding ‘because I’m going to knock your fat bitch ass out either way!’

Back into the hair now, she forced Helen almost to her feet, allowing her thong to fall between her ankles before she hurled Helen unceremoniously across the mats. It was another hard landing for the British blonde who was on the receiving end from her American counterpart again quickly with another handful of hair and a throw back across the mats. This time, Helen looked that little bit slower to stir as Sara came back in, forcing her slowly to her knees by using a double handful of hair. Helen struck, with some desperation behind her punch to the stomach, giving Sara pause for a moment before she came back in. Again Helen went hard to the pit of the stomach, backing Sara up as the strawberry blonde brawler was more than a little winded it seemed. She cut Helen off quickly though, as she looked to struggle back to her feet and a knee to the body sent the now naked blonde back to the mat hard.

Advantage to Sara again, and she capitalised quickly again to target the already painful ribcage of the blonde with another stiff kick. ‘Awwww! Fuck…...you bitch!’ Helen protested at her continued rough treatment from Sara; if she’d expected any sympathy though, Sara wasn’t a lady in any kind of mood for that kind of thing. Instead, she targetted the ribs again, this time in a more rudimentary manner as she dropped to her knees next to Helen to slam home a flurry of punches before taking up a clawing attack on her body now. ‘Does it hurt bitch?’ Sara asked now, drawing another shriek of pain in reply from Helen as she worked her fingers that little bit deeper into her body, thoroughly probing the injury she was sure her focussed attacks must have caused by now. Helen tried to struggle back to a seated position, slowly, painfully, Sara watching her with a sadistic sense of enjoyment all the way before an elbow to the mouth of the British blonde laid her out on the mats once again. As she dabbed at her mouth in pain, Helen saw the hint of blood on her fingers from a split lip, courtesy of that elbow. And she was in more trouble straight away as Sara crashed in a with a leg drop across the throat. ‘Time to put you out of your misery I think cunt!’ the American blonde confidently announced now.

‘You keep those fat tits out of my face’ Helen shouted at her, baring her teeth to show what she had in mind to defend herself against Sara’s breast smother, and earning herself a short punch to the face in the process.

‘Oh I will, don’t you worry’ Sara shot back in response. She had fallen victim to Helen’s biting attacks in the past, and much as the super smother had always been her favoured move to finish a bitch off, she had planned for this eventuality as well. Instead, she used the hair to position Helen’s head between her powerful thighs, lying out to her full length across the mats to trap the British woman in an excruciatingly tight side head scissors. ‘Scream bitch!’ Sara yelled out as she poured on the pressure, her legs out straight as they tensed with the effort, and Helen couldn’t help but comply with the demand. Helen’s feet pushed at the mat as she continued to cry out in pain, taken aback by the powerful scissor hold Sara had on her. Sara dropped any attempt at bridging quickly, whipping a hard right hand into Helen’s body, and with the British woman flat out again, she poured on the power to really punish her. Helen’s hands went to Sara’s thighs now, pulling, pawing, even scratching as she tried to get free. ‘Stop scratching me bitch!’ Sara demanded, while at the same time she sunk her own nails into Helen’s breasts to do exactly that to her big sensitive breasts. Again Helen cried out, a moan of desperation and pain, as Sara tortured her breasts and continued to squeeze her hard with her power packed legs. ‘Aaaaggghhhhh! I give up!’ Helen shouted out now, desperate to get out of the hold that she knew was slowly squeezing her out.

‘Too bad bitch’ Sara shot back, tightening her scissors while her nails worked mercilessly on Helen’s breasts now. ‘Your rules remember cunt?’ she mocked, knowing that she had Helen and it was only a matter of time now.

‘Please…’ Helen whimpered now, but there was no mercy from Sara who drained that last bit of fight from the British woman now with three hard punches into the body. Then her legs did the rest, their constricting power putting Helen out despite the searing pain she felt in her breasts courtesy of the American’s nails. Sara felt Helen go limp in her grip now, finally easing the pressure in her crushing scissor hold and pushing Helen out from between her thighs roughly as she left her flat out on her back, naked, on her own mats. Sara was almost done now, her point proven, but a point without and exclamation mark? Well, that was barely a point at all in her view; as she put on her tight jeans and vest top, slid her feet into her ankle boots, a plan formulated in the mind of the strawberry blonde fighter. Fishing in her pocket, she found a stick of scarlet lipstick now, pausing to apply a coat to her own lips before walking over towards Helen who was still out on the mats. Taking the time to admire her handiwork for just a moment, then Sara took the lipstick in her right hand and wrote ‘RETIRE’ in big, bright scarlet letters across Helen’s stomach. Pocketing the lipstick again now, she gave Helen a cursory punt in the ribs once more to bring her around from her slumbers. Leaning over the blonde now, Sara told her ‘that’s what you get for sticking you nose in bitch. Should have kept out of it Helen. Wouldn’t have got the shit kicked out of you by a better woman then….and don’t forget it!’

With that, Sara leaned in, slapped Helen hard in the face for good measure, then turned on her heel, heading out of the room, leaving Helen laying on the mat, totally defeated, leaving the house wearing that look of satisfaction, knowing she had proven her point.