Flight or Fight?
By Wolfboy
Sammy is back and looking to deliver a beating her opponent won’t quickly forget
It had been a few weeks before I heard from Sammy again, but she contacted me to ask ‘how much notice do you need to get that place for me to fight in Steve?’
’24 hours at most’ I told her. ‘It just has to be after it closes, but if you don’t mind that, I could get it tomorrow evening for you. Or any time after that really. If it has to be today, I can always check with Emma and you might be able to fight in our garage here in the ring?’
‘Tomorrow will be just fine Steve’ she had replied ‘I don’t think the ring would suit me. We’re going to be fighting in high heels as well so I guess we can’t do that in the squash court can we?’ Sammy enquired.
‘True, you couldn’t do that’ I agreed in response ‘but there are other places in that club where I think you’ll be just fine to do it. Leave it with me and be there for 10PM tomorrow evening’ I told the blonde. ‘Who are you fighting?’ I asked in closing.
‘A bitch called Carla’ Sammy had told me. ‘The stuck-up little bitch was a stewardess on my flight when I came back from holiday. Passed her a note with my name and number on it, simply saying call me if you want to fight cunt. She called; we’re going to fight…...’ she said, her voice tailing off slightly as she considered the match at hand.
‘OK Sammy, well let me know if there are any problems or you need a ref or anything like that’ I said, adding ‘I can sort it all out if you do’
‘I don’t think we’ll need a ref thanks Steve’ she told me ‘this is purely woman to woman, so there’s no real need for it. You should be in the room though just to ensure that it’s all above board.’ She suggested.
So, it was settled that I would arrange to have the keys to the club the following evening and I started to consider the best options for a fight area in there. The inclusion of high heels in the fight attire ruled out mats and also the squash courts that were used before. The private committee room upstairs in the club struck me as the best option; it was reasonably sized with a plush, deep-pile carpet once the furniture was moved back. On a purely selfish note, it also had the most comfortable chairs in the club, so I could watch the fight in comfort. I didn’t know anything of Sammy’s opponent Carla at all at this stage. I did know enough about Sammy to know that she would likely make pretty short work of any woman who wasn’t really a fighter at heart though. She had run Sara very close in her previous fight in the club; I was fairly sure though that any woman accepting such a direct challenge to fight like that was going to be confident and competent in a fight herself. Either that or extremely stupid; I assumed the former….
The
following evening, Sammy arrived first of the two women and after a brief chat
in the reception area with me, she headed to the same locker room as before with
me telling her that I would come and find her when it was fight time. She was
just fine with that, and I headed back to the reception area to see if Carla had
arrived yet. She hadn’t, but within a couple of minutes, a car pulled into the
car park and a curvy looking brunette stepped out of it wearing jeans so tight
they could have been sprayed on teamed with a looser fitting white sleeveless
blouse and a pair of black ankle boots. She fetched a travel bag out of the back
seat of the car before heading towards the building. I opened up the front door,
saying ‘Hi, you must be Carla?’ to the brunette who confirmed ‘that’s me; then
this must be the right place to whip that blonde whore’s arse!’ I smiled at
that; Carla was clearly confident that she could beat Sammy. She was also really
pretty, with long brunette hair and the kind of figure that had been known to
stop traffic at times. Her butt swayed seductively as she walked ahead of me
towards the reception desks as I locked the door. There she stopped, asking me
‘might I be able to change somewhere please?’ I showed her to the other locker
room and after a quick visit between the two rooms, confirmed that Carla and
Sammy would both be ready to go in 20 minutes time.
Leaving
the two women to it then, I checked that everything was set up perfectly for the
fight, furniture moved back to the edge of the room. That left a large area of
the deep pile burgundy carpet open to fight on; both women wanting to fight in
their heels meant that mats weren’t possible but I fancied most of the action
would be in an upright position in this fight. Having made sure that my armchair
was positioned to give me the best view of the action, I headed back downstairs
to collect both women and show them to the room they were going to fight in.
Both were itching to go too; ‘cunt’ Sammy greeted Carla as the two saw each
other for the first time this evening. ‘Fuck off bitch!’ Carla shot back,
reaching for Sammy’s hair as I suddenly found myself between two wildcats
determined to tear into each other. ‘Ladies……ladies!’ I said, managing to keep
them off each other for now. ‘let’s get upstairs to the room, at least shall
we?’
Neither said a word, but they did at least back off for long enough to reach the committee room. As they stood there; Sammy in a black bodycon dress with a three-quarter length sleeve, bare legged and wearing a pair of strappy four-inch black high heels, while Carla wore a dress in almost identical style but in a dusky pink colour with silver strappy heels, the atmosphere in the room fairly crackled. It was evident that both ladies had come to fight, and only one would be victorious. Both stood, arms folded across their ample chests as they eyed each other. ‘Rules?’ I asked, hoping for some semblance of agreement between them. ‘None’ Sammy insisted ‘I’m here to kick the shit out of that cunt!’
I looked at Carla across the room to see if she agreed with the no holds barred rules now. ‘That’s right’ she agreed ‘a fight, not a wrestling match, and I’m going to destroy that cow!’
‘OK
then’ I agreed ‘I’ll be sat right here, but I’ll leave you to it unless one of
you is totally out of it. Then I’ll step in. Otherwise make sure you defend
yourselves and let’s get it started’ I suggested.
I looked at the two women as I took my seat, trying to size them both up. Sammy and Carla appeared to be pretty much the same height; Sammy was heavier set and the curvier of the two women it appeared. Not that Carla was lacking in curves either, impressive DD boobs on a fine body, but I wasn’t sure that she was going to quite be a match for Sammy physically. She lacked no confidence though, not backing down an inch as both continued to stare each other down across the room for a moment. ‘Come on then cunt!’ Sammy demanded and just like that, the fight was on as Carla and Sammy, both dressed as if for an evening out, clashed at the centre of the room in a fierce clash of fighting female bodies. Left hands wrapping immediately in each other’s hair, Sammy’s fingers snagging strands of Carla’s lustrous long brunette hair while Carla’s fingers battled for purchase in Sammy’s shorter blond locks. Each satisfied with the grips they had secured, the fists started and any doubts I had about Carla being able to match Sammy physically were quickly dispelled. Both ladies whipped punches piston-like into the other woman’s body in a ferocious opening. Each groaned with the impact of knuckles on their bodies but neither gave an inch to the other, they just looked to fire back hard again. It looked something of an early statement of intent from both; they were here to fight and hurt the other bitch and didn’t care if they took some blows in the process.
Carla looked like she was perhaps starting to try and block Sammy’s punches now, perhaps an early show of weakness on her behalf, but instead she caught Sammy’s right hand and lifted it slightly to drive a knee into the blonde’s body. That broke Sammy’s grip of Carla’s hair for just a moment and the brunette air hostess took immediate advantage of that, headbutting Sammy in the mouth. Sammy took it with a grimace of pain but was quick to retake her grip of Carla’s hair to prevent any repeat performances with the headbutt. Carla was able to force her back just a little though as she maintained a slight advantage while both ladies exchanged punches once more. Sammy shot in a knee of her own now, aiming for the crotch, which Carla took on her thigh, but a vicious strike from Sammy into her DD tits now set the brunette on the back foot. Sammy took advantage of that, using a double handful of hair to control and then throw her to the floor. As Carla sprawled, her dress riding up on her hips a little, she looked to get back to her feet quickly, perhaps fearing a quick follow up attack from Sammy. I’d only seen the blonde fight once, but I’d picked up that it wasn’t her style to take it to the ground too early unless she was sure she was on top. She wasn’t above putting the boots to a downed opponent though, so Carla wisely got distance between them and got back to her feet.
There was no ceremony though at this point, not stalking or circling. No, both women instead were straight back into the hair, insults thrown at each other almost as readily as fists while both women would rip and tear at the hair. Sammy cried out as I could see Carla, showing herself to be a nasty, bitchy, fighter, had her nails dug into her scalp. Sammy might have cried out in pain, but she also looked to go back on the attack, dragging her own nails across Carla’s scalp in response. Both women continued in that style alternating between cries of pain and fierce insults before Sammy surprised Carla, flashing her nails across the brunette’s eyes causing her to flinch involuntarily. Taking advantage of that, Sammy simply balled up her right hand into a fist and slammed it into Carla’s mouth; payback for the earlier headbutt and it put Carla onto wobbly legs as she tottered on her high heels, stunned a little from the blow. Sammy delivered a kick now, the toe of her shoe catching Carla in the pit of her stomach, and the brunette air hostess doubled forward in pain. Sammy, quick to take the chance to punish a struggling opponent, used her long brunette hair now to pull Carla on to a knee to the face. For the second time in the fight now, it was Carla who found herself sprawling on the deep pile carpet.
This time too, Sammy followed up with a kick to the ribs that drew a groan from the brunette who rolled to the floor on her back now. Still, Sammy wasn’t keen to take the action to the ground, preferring to stand over her opponent to wait for her to reach all fours so that she could aim a second kick at her body. This time Carla was ready for it, and although she took part of the blow, she was able to trap Sammy’s right leg against her body, using it to trip her to the floor. Down on the floor, it seemed Carla was the happier of the two women as she lunged for Sammy now, using her curvaceous body to pin the equally curvy blonde to the carpet for a moment. There was no attempt from Carla to pin Sammy’s hands to the ground and take control though; instead she almost invited Sammy’s hands in her own brunette locks just as she wrapped her hand tightly in Sammy’s blonde tresses. Again, Carla used her nails effectively, and before Sammy could really respond, Carla used her grip and dominant position to bounce the back of Sammy’s head off the floor. A groan from Sammy as her hands came out of Carla’s hair showed that she had felt that more, one hand going to the back of her head to protect against a repeat move while she kept the other arm across her face in defence. The brunette was happy to test Sammy’s body instead for now though, hammering hard fists into her as she enjoyed her dominant position, forcing the blonde to suffer beneath her.
‘How’s that feel cunt?’ Carla asked Sammy as another fist landed, just in the underside of her G cup breasts. ‘You like it don’t you bitch?’ she continued to taunt as another punch landed, Sammy writhing beneath her as she tried to dislodge the brunette. ‘Fuck you cunt!’ Sammy shot back in reply, clearly not liking Carla’s taunting, but the brunette did have the upper hand for now, clawing at Sammy’s face nastily before going to the belly once more to land another hard punch. Carla had a look of confidence now, raking her nails across Sammy’s chest now, but as the blonde let out a moan of pain, she also spotted a chance as her leg came between Carla’s when the brunette shifted position once more. A careless mistake that Sammy didn’t miss out on, using a short knee to the crotch of the air stewardess to take the wind out of her sails for a moment which allowed Sammy to roll her to her back. Successful in that, Sammy delivered a powerful elbow to the jaw of her brunette adversary, and that left Carla down on the carpet looking a little glassy eyed for a moment.
Sammy had had enough of fighting on the ground for the time being though it seemed. She preferred to fight standing upright. Having got to her feet, she prodded Carla in the ribs now with the toe of her shoe, drawing a little groan from the brunette. Liking that, Sammy reared her foot back now to deliver a harder kick this time and that sent Carla rolling across the carpet as she complained ‘Aaaaggggh…. fuck!’ clutching at her side. Now Sammy waited, biding her time for Carla to slowly reach her knees where a right hand to the jaw quickly dropped the brunette to her back again. ‘You hit like a fucking pussy!’ Carla taunted Sammy now, hardly from a position of strength. ‘Well get your fat arse off the floor and try another one slut!’ Sammy laughed back, waiting patiently for Carla to reach her knees before she surprised the brunette brawler, feinting with a right hand to the head before flooring her with a hard knee straight between the tits. ‘That suit you better?’ Sammy asked, adding ‘fucking trolley-dolly bimbo!’ to bring extra insult to the pain for Carla. The brunette clutched at her breasts now, moaning as she lay down on the thick pile carpet, Sammy asking her ‘you had enough yet bitch?’
‘Fuck
off’ Carla shot back, crawling towards Sammy and aiming a weak punch towards the
crotch that the blonde easily blocked, wrapping both hands tightly around
Carla’s throat, bringing her to her knees in a tightly applied choke hold.
‘Nnnngghhhh!’ the brunette groaned, her eyes wide in concern as she felt Sammy’s
hands strongly closing in around her throat. ‘Give up you fucking bimbo!’ Sammy
demanded as she bore down on the brunette who looked to be in a world of
trouble.
‘Fuck off’ Carla shot back again though, realising that her way out was evidently right there in front of her as she punched Sammy hard in the pit of the stomach now. It was more than enough to put Sammy on the back foot, breaking the choke hold and allowing Carla the breathing space to get back to her feet. Again, there was no wasted motion, both women coming together, a hand wrapped in the other’s hair, foreheads pressed together as they wailed away at the other with their free hand. There was a spell of constant action it felt like; both women punching almost non-stop for 15, maybe 20 seconds before a brief lull in the action as each searched the other’s eyes that would tell them victory would soon be theirs. Then the punching started again, Carla rearing her head back and slamming it into Sammy’s with a short headbutt once more. Sammy took it, continuing to hammer away herself before she drove a knee up into Carla’s body, dropping the stewardess once more. The pace was ferocious still, a little over five minutes had passed in the fight, but I already struggled to see it going much further as Sammy cracked another right hand off Carla’s jaw to send her to the carpet.
‘Still hit like a fucking pussy!’ Carla taunted from the floor, wiping her mouth before she groaned ‘Oooofff’ as Sammy booted her in the ribs to give her a different problem to think about. ‘How about my kicking?’ Sammy asked as she followed up with a second hard kick to the body now. ‘Do they work better for you trolley-dolly?’
‘Pussy….’ Carla groaned; the pain etched clearly on her face as she continued to take her beating from Sammy right now. Sammy stood over her, a contented smirk on her face as she waited for Carla to roll to her back before cruelly dropping to plant a knee deep into her body. Again, Carla groaned in pain and now, Sammy was finally happy to take the fight to the ground. Setting down hard on Carla’s belly, she fought for and won control of the brunette’s arms to pin them to the floor above her head. Holding that for a second, then Sammy controlled both of Carla’s hands with her own left, using the right hand to fire five quick-fire slaps off her face. Punishing blows, it appeared to me, the noise of the slaps filling the committee room as they landed; ‘Is that it?’ Carla asked defiantly as she managed to sneak a hand free and into Sammy’s hair for now. Sammy got her right hand on to Carla’s that was in her hair, thinking to pull it free, then realising it was a defiant move but not troubling her, instead elected to go back to slapping Carla hard in the face instead. Again, the sound of her hand cracking off the brunette’s face was filling the room, but it seemed that she was going to need more to put the stubborn air hostess in her place. She had plans though it seemed, eating a slap to the face as she grabbed the front of Carla’s dress to tear it open and reveal her breasts, and the fact that beneath her tight dress, Carla hadn’t felt the need to wear a bra.
‘You fucking tart’ Sammy chided Carla now as she sunk her nails into both breasts drawing a scream of pain from the brunette. ‘What kind of fucking slapper doesn’t wear a bra!’ she taunted as she added an evidently painful twist of both breasts into the mix. ‘Please stop….’ Carla whined as she continued to have her breast tortured by Sammy now. ‘Why? Do you give up bitch?’ Sammy asked before Carla spat at her and told her ‘no, you’re fucking tickling me you pussy!’
Now the mist of rage descended for Sammy who landed two punches to Carla’s face there on the floor as the air hostesses’ comments, and her spitting, got the better of her. ‘Fucking bimbo cunt!’ Sammy shouted at her now as she cracked a slap across the blonde’s mouth with the back of her hand that looked like it had split her lip slightly as her face turned towards me. Again, Sammy went to the breasts now, this time punching hard at each one before asking Carla if she gave up again. ‘No!’ Carla flatly replied ‘I’ll never submit bitch. You’ll have to knock me out and you hit like a fucking pus….’ she managed before Sammy cut the words off with a punch straight to the mouth. That had at least dazed the brunette I felt, but Sammy had decided t go on the attack in a different way now. Her hands closed around Carla’s throat once more, a straight up choke as she sat on her stomach. ‘I’ll choke your worthless fat arse out trolley-dolly!’ she laughed at Carla now, her fingers tightly wrapped around her throat. There was a look of fear now in her eyes as Sammy looked to make good on her promise to finish Carla off with the choke. ‘Last chance trolley-dolly!’ Sammy told her as she kept the pressure up and despite that look of fear, Carla still wasn’t for submitting, reaching weakly for Sammy’s hair now. Sammy allowed her, knowing that even as the brunette sunk her nails into her scalp once more, it wasn’t going to stop her victory now, her eyes locking with Carla’s as she bore down on her. It was over, I knew, as Carla’s hands fell limply from Sammy’s hair now and from my seat over in the corner, I told her ‘that’ll do Sammy, she’s out, you’ve won’
It was almost as if my words had broken the rage for Sammy who stopped choking the brunette, admitting ‘you’re right, she’s done’ as she climbed off Carla. ‘Can you deal with the trolley-dolly please Steve? I’m going to get changed’ Sammy asked me as she headed for the door to the committee room.
‘Sure’ I agreed ‘I’ve got this. You go and get yourself changed.’ And so, I sat with Carla for a couple of minutes as she slowly came around, a confused look on her face at first before she asked me, a little hoarsely, ‘did that bitch beat me?’
‘I’m afraid so Carla’ I told her ‘she choked you out there.’
‘Choked me?’ Carla asked, her voice husky from the work of Sammy’s hands around her throat. ‘So, I didn’t submit then?’ she asked me.
‘No, you didn’t submit. She choked you out’ I told her, surprised to see a smile spreading on her face.
‘So, if I didn’t give up, I was right…...she couldn’t make me give up’ Carla asked
‘I guess
not’ I agreed, surprised at how pleased Carla looked having heard this fact.
‘get her back in here, I’m not done yet!’ she insisted now.
‘Yes, you are Carla!’ I told her immediately, deflating her enthusiasm some. ‘She beat you fair and square, and even if she didn’t, I wouldn’t let you fight her again after being out like that. I would be happy to arrange a rematch between you though if you’d consider some rules this time. Not many rules, but just some’
She struggled to her feet now, teetering on her heels as I caught her, helping her from the committee room and back to the locker room where I left her to change, heading back to the reception area to find Sammy there waiting to leave. ‘Thanks Steve, I hope that didn’t get too extreme for you? She asked as she was leaving the building.
‘Not at all’ I told her ‘she claims that she didn’t lose by the way as you didn’t make her give up’ I laughed.
‘What!?’ Sammy yelled, looking like she was going to head back to the locker room and restart the action.
‘Don’t worry’ I said, placating her ‘I put her straight on that. Told her I’m sure you’d give her a rematch though if she really wanted it.’ I suggested.
‘Oh sure’ Sammy smiled ‘I’ll beat up the trolley-dolly again anytime. Thanks Steve, I’m sure I’ll be in touch again soon’ she said.
‘I look forward to it Sammy’ I admitted ‘might even have a girl that will fight you I think if that might interest you?
‘Sure, it might do’ she said, leaving and heading for her car. I had to wait for a few minutes then for Carla to appear, looking a little the worse for wear with her split lip.
‘Thanks for talking some sense into me’ she said as she came into the reception area. ‘I’ll wait a little while to get my hands on that bitch again’ she said.
‘That makes more sense; I agreed as she looked to head for her car. ‘I’ve booked you a taxi by the way Carla’ I told her ‘she’ll be here in a moment and it’s all paid for. There’s no way that you’re driving tonight after being choked out.’
‘Thanks’ she smiled, as she left the building spotting the taxi pulling up outside to collect her.
With that, she left, leaving me to tidy up and lock the building having enjoyed a quite different style of match thanks to my association with Sammy. Fight I corrected myself as I contemplated whether Jess, a friend of Emma’s who had been known to get into a few bar fights herself might prove to be a good opponent for Sammy. Could I persuade both women to fight without there being an obvious reason for them to not like each other I wondered. There was only one way to find out.