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Granny Flattened

By Wolfboy

Debbie gets challenged to fight for her man by Sammy

I’d overheard Debbie on the phone one evening talking quite animatedly to an unknown party that she clearly wasn’t very happy with at all.

‘I’ll fuck you up for it bitch.. Name the time and place and I will kick the shit out of you’ she’d told the mystery party.

That mystery party it turned out was Sammy who was the object of Debbie’s ire. An ire that she inflamed further as she told her ‘whatever grandma, if you were as good as you think you are, he wouldn’t have come to me would he?’ Then Sammy really put the boot in as she told Debbie ‘and he said how it was nice to fuck a real, sexy, young woman after the crusty old crone he had been banging before you know!’

‘You fucking little tart!’ Debbie had yelled back down the phone, adding ‘you’re going to get yours bitch!’

‘Sorry, what was that?’ Sammy asked cockily now. ‘I didn’t quite catch it over your man’s moans of pleasure you old slapper’ she laughed.

‘I’m going to hurt you, you dirty fat slag!’ Debbie breathed into the phone now ‘name your time and place, and lets fight!’ she demanded.

‘Look grandma’ Sammy laughed, ‘I heard you were tough. But that’s the operative word here; were! If you fight me, it’ll be your second humiliating loss this week. You were tough. I am tough!’ she confidently stated.

‘Then you won’t have any problem naming your time and place will you, bitch?’ Debbie demanded now, her voice low and menacing as she added ‘or are you all mouth you little cunt?’

‘Fair enough’ Sammy smiled, confident her plan had worked and she’d suckered Debbie into the fight now. ‘Meet me at the park at dusk. There’s somewhere there we can fight. Or more accurately, I can take you apart you old slapper!’

‘Fucking fighting like kids are we, sneaking into the park to do it bitch? Well, whatever. I’m going to kick your fat fucking arse from here to the middle of next week. I’ll be there cunt!’ she said.

‘Oh, I know you will’ Sammy smiled now, ‘and I’ll destroy you. Bring a friend. We need a lookout and then they can carry you home afterwards bitch!’

That friend turned out to be me, and following a brief discussion with Debbie on the matter, I was left in no doubt that the fight was going to happen. ‘She’s bigger, she’s tough, she’s younger and she’s a real street fighter’ I pointed out once I had learned that Sammy was the opponent in question.

‘And now you’re going to ask me if I’m sure, aren’t you Steve?’ Debbie shot back, going on ‘well, let’s skip straight to the part where I tell you I’m sure, because I am. I’m a big girl, I make my own decisions, and I can street fight too you know. That little tart thinks I’m some wrestler she’ll beat up. Well I’ll tell you a secret Steve’ Debbie said to me conspiratorially. ‘I made Emma only ever fight under rules in a controlled setting. But before my first rules fights, I used to do some street fighting myself, and whether they were pre arranged or not, those were tough fights. Mean, nasty brawls. I think that’s what she wants, but she might be surprised that it’s exactly what I’m going to give her’ Debbie told me.

‘Fair enough’ I admitted, ‘you’re the boss, and you know what your capable of. I’ve seen her in action a few times though, so at least let me give you the low down on her’ I suggested to Debbie.

‘Tell me all about her while we walk to the park’ Debbie suggested. ‘It’ll be time to fight when we get there, and I’m basically dressed OK for street fighting anyway’ she said, eyeing her attire briefly. Stopping to pick up a rain jacket each, Debbie putting something in her pocket that I didn’t quite see, we then headed off on the twenty minute walk to the park, Debbie taking in all of the information that I could offer her. As we neared the park, I gave her the only caveat to my information ‘I’ve only seen her fight with very restricted rules, but some rules. I’ve not seen her go at it without any restrictions’ I admitted.

‘Well it gives me a good idea at least’ Debbie said as we rounded the corner to find that Sammy was already waiting for us, loitering near the park gate.

‘Ding-dong; the bitch is here!’ Sammy shot icily at Debbie while Debbie shot back ‘well fuck you too bitch!’ by way of greeting.

‘I’m going to enjoy fucking you up old lady’ Sammy spat in reply ‘but shut the fuck up and follow me. We need to get in there first’ she told us.

‘Don’t worry, we’ll follow you. We can’t really miss your arse love, so we’ll be alright’ Debbie smirked, falling in behind Sammy as we entered the park, skirting round to the left before we encountered a small patch of trees. ‘Just in here’ Sammy said, leading the way, and in there we found a small, but fairly deep hollow in the ground. Grassy, soft ground; ideal for a fight.

‘This is where we fight cunt’ she told Debbie. ‘But you’ve got to wait a few minutes for your beating old lady. We’ve got to wait for the park warden to make his rounds first’ she laughed.

‘Oh nice…’ Debbie replied quietly. ‘It’s the kind of place where you’d spread out a picnic blanket and relax. Guess I’ll have to make do with sitting on your face instead bitch!’ she told Sammy icily.

The next few minutes passed in a stony silence, the two women barely taking their eyes off each other in the half light of dusk, waiting until the park was closed. A light drizzle started to fall, adding to the dampness of the grass there in that secluded hollow amongst the trees. Both ladies were ready to fight, the park was finally closed, silent now as we waited for just a couple more minutes.

‘No rules until one of us gives up?’ Sammy asked, suggested the hard fight that she wanted and Debbie had expected.

‘Fine’ Debbie nodded, removing her rain jacket and placing it on the ground. She wore her brunette hair, now tinged just a little with grey, in a ponytail; perhaps an advantage then as Sammy’s shorter blonde hair was in a looser style and was probably easier to grab. She wore a pair of black sports leggings along with a white vest top, beneath that she wore a white lace thong and a simple lace bra. Now she looked at Sammy and asked her ‘shoes on or off cunt?’ considering her black walking trainers that were far from her usual fighting attire.

‘Off I think bitch’ Sammy replied, kicking off her own ankle boots. She probably thought that bare feet on the wet ground meant it would be harder for Debbie to get any grip to bridge if she pinned her down. ‘Fine’ Debbie replied, bending down to remove her shoes as well, probably knowing that Sammy’s plan could work just the same way against her.

Sammy, wearing a pair of skin tight blue jeans now took off her zip through jacket. Beneath that, she was topless, remarking to Debbie ‘tits out as well old lady, I want to destroy your sagging udders, cunt!’

Debbie simply looked through the blonde as she removed her vest top, and then her bra, and she was ready. There was no ceremony, no bell to start the action, Debbie simply walked up to Sammy grabbed her blonde hair and started slapping her face furiously. As the hard slaps rained in, many women would have been taken aback, but not Sammy who simply latched on to Debbie’s ponytail and started to return the slaps with some of her own in a fiery opening to the fight. Neither gave an inch in that opening, each with their head pulled to the side painfully by the hair to make sure that a cheek was presented to receive the slaps that were being delivered. Sammy looked to try and make her extra height, that little bit more power pay for her, bearing down on Debbie and just starting to force her head back that little more now. Debbie recognised it for what it was, an attempt to get her down in the dirt early on where Sammy could do plenty of damage. Switching targets then, Debbie stopped slapping and sunk her long nails into Sammy’s big breasts now, left hand sunk into her right breast while she kept hold of the blonde’s hair.

‘Bitch’ Sammy moaned, the look on her face suggesting that she was feeling plenty of pain from the clawing despite her conversational tone.

‘Give up if you don’t like it’ Debbie told her flatly.

‘Fuck off old lady’ Sammy shot back as she caught Debbie with a hard right hand that clipped her jaw, putting her on her knees in the grass. A dangerous position in front of an uncompromising fighter like Sammy; on instinct, Debbie protected her upper body and head with her arms and Sammy instead kicked her low in the pit of the stomach, sending Debbie groaning on her side down in the grass. Sammy didn’t follow up just yet, instead standing back and telling Debbie ‘get up you old cunt, I thought you were supposed to be tough!’

‘Fuck off’ Debbie groaned, dusting herself off as she got to her feet slowly, wary of any sudden attempt to rush her. An attempt that didn’t come, Sammy instead standing off just a little, inviting Debbie back in as she action continued in the same vein as the start of the fight, a hand in each other’s hair as faces were slapped hard. Neither woman was holding anything back either, slapping fiercely before Debbie switched up and buried her fist in Sammy’s belly. A solid blow, rewarded with a woosh of air from the busty blonde’s lungs and a brief respite from the face slapping as Debbie instead slapped down hard at the top of her breasts, making sure to drag her nails just a little to add to the impact. Sammy winced with that nail drag, but she straightened up and slapped and grabbed Debbie’s face, thumb just inside the corner of her mouth as she added that to her grip of the hair to painfully twist Debbie’s head and neck to the side. ‘You cunt!’ Debbie groaned feeling the pain as she looked to retaliate with her fist balled up, drawing it back to punch at Sammy only to be cut off by a knee to the body from the younger blonde, putting her on her knees again. Again Sammy took advantage, firing a knee between Debbie’s breasts, knocking her flat on her back in the grass for a second time.

This time, Sammy didn’t show the same restraint as before, going straight to the hair as she forced Debbie to all fours, looking I think to deliver a kick to the body of her older rival. She never got there though as Debbie simply elbowed her hard in the pit of the stomach, forcing Sammy to back it up and catch her breath. Debbie used that chance to get back to her feet, in this half-light of duck, her body already covered in a fine sheen due to the drizzle that was falling, a few blades of grass sticking to her naked torso. Sammy too had the fine sheen on her body already as she goaded Debbie now, telling her ‘you know I only took him to get to you bitch. You’re too much of a pussy to fight me otherwise!’

That was it though, Debbie’s fury well and truly stoked up as she ran at Sammy, surprising the blonde with her speed and ferocity as she got a hand behind her head, stunned her with a forearm to the face, and then whipped two hard punches up into her belly. Sammy was in some trouble all of a sudden, and Debbie drove a knee up into her body that hardly helped her situation. A second knee lift from Debbie struck home hard as well, causing big trouble it looked like for the bigger blonde who moaned in pain. Debbie evidently liked how that was going as she looked to deliver another knee lift, which landed to some degree in her breasts, but Sammy caught the leg, Debbie now trapped awkwardly on one leg as Sammy drove her hips forward and deposited Debbie on her back in the grass.

Debbie groaned on that impact, but she was quick to react too, perhaps years of experience in catfights serving her wall as she got her legs up over Sammy’s hips in a loose scissor hold. Not a hold to hurt, but one to stop Sammy getting on top of her for now; the blonde took second prize though, grabbing both of Debbie’s breasts in a vicious mauling attack instead, pushing both breasts up as she sunk her nails in deep. ‘Do it harder’ Debbie invited Sammy; ‘I like it’ she claimed, although the look on her face suggested otherwise as she tried to ignore the pain and clipped Sammy’s cheek with a slap in response. In return, Sammy added a twist to the breast maul and hearing Debbie moan loudly in pain now, she remarked snidely ‘you like having something between your legs don’t you bitch!’ before breaking the maul for a moment to slap and grab her breasts once more.

‘Aaaaggghhhhh!’ Debbie cried out, in pain from the vicious maul; she went on the attack though with the body scissors, now straightening her legs to apply that at full power. Now it was Sammy moaning ‘Nnnngghhhh!’ as she felt that power, complaining ‘fucking wrestling! Fight like a woman you cunt!’

‘Fuck you, there’s no rules’ Debbie shot back, suggesting ‘give up if you can’t handle it you little pussy!’ admonishing Sammy as she tensed her thighs once more. Sammy cried out in pain, but she clubbed Debbie hard with a double fisted blow to the belly, weakening the scissors enough that she could shrug them off and move forward enough so that she was straddling Debbie’s thighs. ‘What’re you going to do now, you dirty slapper?’ Sammy taunted as she snapped Debbie’s head to the side with a stinging slap to the cheek. Debbie was in some trouble now, but she reached up to claw Sammy’s breasts in return; it may not have been overly effective, but nails sunk in, she at least gave the blonde something to think about for the time being. Sammy complained as she felt Debbie’s nails sear her sensitive breasts, but she held the upper hand right now, slapping Debbie’s face hard once more before going to a double handed claw on Debbie’s left breast. That drew a shriek of pain from Debbie as Sammy told her ‘this….this is how you maul tits grandma!’ There was no question that Debbie wasn’t enjoying that breast maul one bit, but her options were limited; submit or suffer until you got out. She chose the latter, coupled with some more breast mauling of her own to add to the mix, but still Sammy had the better of the exchange. The blonde wanted to beat Debbie, but primarily she wanted to beat her up it seemed, switching her attack to plunge a double fisted strike in right on the waistband of Debbie’s leggings to wind her. Now Sammy edged further forward, sitting more on Debbie’s stomach while the older brunette was struggling to dislodge her, her bare feet scrabbling at the wet ground for any purchase to help her bridge. She found now though, and instead found her head rocked left and right by fierce slaps from the powerful blonde who was looking increasingly like dominating the action.

As ever, it was an error to discount Debbie’s fighting spirit though, and she rebounded from that with a surprise right to the crotch that sent Sammy crumpling off her into the grass. Debbie had taken the worst of it so far, the angry red welts on her left breast and a reddening mark on her belly testament to that, but she had found something of an equaliser here. Struggling to a seated position, I could see that her back was a little muddied from having been pinned down in the wet grass. Despite the pain she felt, Debbie knew she’d got to attack Sammy quickly and decisively to try and really even things up here, and she started to get to her feet as Sammy was reaching all fours. ‘BITCH!’ she screamed at her as she took the chance to bury a hard kick in Sammy’s ribs, sending the blonde rolling away, gasping a little for air. ‘You leave him alone cunt!’ she spat now as she stomped Sammy’s lower back as she blonde had come to rest lying belly down on the wet grass. ‘Get up!’ she admonished, prodding Sammy in the ribs with a bare foot; Sammy stayed down, prompting Debbie to kick her that bit harder in the ribs again. ‘I said get up you little tramp! Lets fight!’ Debbie demanded, stepping back just a little to seemingly allow Sammy to make her way upright. That would have been a mistake I though, and Debbie knew it, had no intention of allowing it in fact as she clubbed a rising Sammy with a right hand to the jaw, dropping her to her knees.

‘Bitch’ Debbie practically spat in her face before she slapped her face with a look of fury in her eyes. I’d seen Debbie catfight before; it occurred to me as I watched this tougher side to Debbie though that I’d never really seen her fight. Not like this anyway, as she chopped Sammy down into the grass with another hard right hand to the jaw. ‘Thought I was done, didn’t you cunt?’ Debbie demanded now, just waiting for Sammy to reach all fours to deliver another kick to the body. Sammy showed she might have been a brawler, but she was a wily fighter too, grabbing Debbie’s foot now and using it to tip her to the sot ground alongside her. Now both ladies looked to lash out with kicks, both catching the other as the action got down, and literally dirty, on the damp floor.

Both ladies shipped an occasional blow to the body as they hastily scrambled clear of each other to regain their feet. A brief respite of just moments before both were on the attack again, the control of women who knew how to fight coupled, maybe even overridden, but the aggression of those that want to hurt a rival making each a dangerous proposition to the other woman who felt it with slaps landing to face and body. Debbie caught Sammy flush with a jab straight to the mouth that looked like it could be a momentum changer, but it didn’t throw Sammy off her game as she fended Debbie off with two powerful slaps to the face that really rocked the brunette in return. Now Sammy attacked with a slap and grab of Debbie’s right breast, her thumb nail pressing into the nipple as the rest of her fingers sunk in to the underside of the breast, drawing a gasp of pain. Sammy smiled, the look of a woman hurting her opponent and enjoying it as her fingers started to pull hard at the breast now. The nails were hurting Debbie, but Sammy showed that wily side, using the distraction to manoeuvre Debbie into position to lash a kick across her belly that caught her a glancing blow, painful enough, another loud grunt of pain drawn from the older woman.

Another sharp pull on the right breast, Sammy pulling Debbie in towards her now, looking her in the eyes to see the clear sign of the pain she was causing there. ‘What’s the matter you old slag’ Sammy sneered, ‘sensitive tits?’

‘Fuck off cunt!’ Debbie groaned, suffering without doubt from the vicious tit attack now at Sammy’s hands. She tried to punish the blonde for it at close quarters with a knee to the body striking home, but Sammy grimly held on, and then struck back with a knee of her own, straight up into the pussy. That one sent Debbie to the grass on her knees, in front of Sammy, a sitting duck for the blonde who drove in another knee, this time between the tits to knock Debbie flat to the ground. Sammy might have thought she had Debbie in trouble, perhaps primed for the finish there on the ground and she went in, looking to put the hurt on Debbie decisively. She underestimated Debbie’s fighting spirit though, and as she dropped to her knees at the side of Debbie, the feisty brunette grabbed her hair and pulled her in tight, trying to secure a breast smother. Fight or not, Debbie was going to try and use her skills to even things up a little, and stopping Sammy from catching her breath wasn’t a bad tactic. ‘Cunt!’ Sammy spat, annoyed at herself for getting caught in the hold on the ground as she thought she was closing in on victory. ‘What’s that bitch?’ Debbie asked, enjoying the fact that she seemed to have Sammy smothered reasonably effectively now. Sammy was a fighter though, and she moved her left hand to try and get something of a straight up choke on Debbie, the hand trying to close around her throat.

That earned Sammy a slap around the back of the head and then a straight punch into the side of her left breast. Her fingers were pressing in at Debbie’s throat now though, causing Debbie her own problems as well. It looked like the fight might be decided by who could put the other out first with their respective attacks at this point. That was to ignore Sammy’s ability as a fighter though, and she started to weaken Debbie’s grip on her hair by hammering fists into her belly hard. Debbie groaned again now, the blonde seeming to get the better of the situation, seeming like she was draining Debbie so that she could perhaps take the win. Then Debbie moaned again, feeling Sammy’s right hand slide easily inside the waistband of her leggings, drawing an anguished shriek as she pulled hard and came out with a handful of hair from Debbie’s bush. Gleefully Sammy told Debbie ‘should have waxed it you stupid cunt; I’ll do it for you free of charge now!’ she laughed, going straight back in for a second handful, pulling it out slowly and painfully, savouring Debbie’s cries of pain. Debbie had to fight back or Sammy was going to choke her out as she snatched her pussy bald. She slapped the back of Sammy’s head hard again, sending up a fine spray of rainwater from her hair, now soaked with the steadily falling drizzle. Sammy punched Debbie hard in the belly once more in return, keeping up the pressure as she looked to be taking the fight slowly out of Debbie.

Debbie was desperate, her bare feet drumming at the wet grass and mud, hoping for the grip to somehow dislodge her tormentor. The slippery ground and her bare feet combined to deny her that, but then Sammy shrieked as Debbie latched on to her left breast, sinking her nails in deep to rip at it with abandon. Desperation had presented her with the perfect target, and Sammy’s sudden yells of pain were clear proof of the intense pain Debbie was causing her now. Sammy gritted her teeth though, took the pain and then kneed Debbie hard in the ribs there on the ground; a debilitating blow as she broke Debbie’s breast maul. Now Sammy broke off the choke, and she dazed Debbie with an elbow swung to the point of the jaw, crucially I thought, taking some more of the fight out of the brunette in this hard brawl. Sammy decided it was perhaps time to get back to her feet, maybe land some kicks to her rival’s body and soften her up some more. That plan was short-lived however, as when she turned her back on Debbie for a split second, the brunette lashed a foot out and tripped the younger blonde to the ground, chest first.

A chance then for Debbie, the worse for wear or not, to attack and maybe put Sammy in some trouble of her own. She didn’t do anything particularly complicated to do that either, simply diving at Sammy to straddle her back starting to rain down stinging slaps around Sammy’s head and shoulders. A flurry of activity that she looked to keep up, her back muddied from were Sammy had pinned her down on the muddy grass only moments earlier. She started to rake her nails deep in Sammy’s shoulders, nastily, drawing shrieks of pain from Sammy as she did so. Then Debbie simply grabbed two handfuls of Sammy’s hair roughly, ragged her head around harshly a few times, broke off to slap her cheek hard once more, then simply tried to push her face into the soft ground, perhaps wanting to use it to smother her. Now there was another fierce battle of wills; Sammy knew she was in some bother here and defended grimly, trying to use her hands beneath her chin to support herself and stop Debbie from securing her aim. In turn, Debbie knew that she had Sammy in trouble, and tired and battered as she was herself, she knew she had to try and finish off the blonde here. ‘Give up cunt!’ she admonished Sammy who continued to defend hard, unable to stop the inevitable leverage Debbie seemed to have as her face got closer to the soft ground. Debbie stopped her progress again for a moment, this time stopping to rip at the hair, actually pulling a little handful out as Sammy screeched ‘you fucking slag! You’ll pay for that!’

‘Whatever you fucking tramp!’ Debbie laughed, cuffing her hard around the back of the head as she grabbed the hair firmly once more, and as Sammy brought her right hand up to try and stop the hair pull, Debbie pushed her face to the ground. ‘Now cunt’ Debbie told her, pinning her face there with her left hand, bearing down on the blonde hard, as she started to rain down a series of hard slaps to the back of the head and her cheek, ‘give up!’

Sammy groaned in pain, no little frustration too that here, in the half light of the park, secluded amongst the trees, she was trapped by the smaller, older woman. Trapped and getting punished as Debbie kept hammering her with slaps, slowly turning her face by the hair so that she might press her nose and mouth in the ground. Sammy let out a cry of pain now as Debbie slapped her hard once more, converting her slap to claw at her face too. Getting in close to taunt Sammy, she committed an error though, something of a careless, tired mistake, as she allowed her ponytail to fall into Sammy’s desperate grasp. That wasn’t enough on it’s own to deter Debbie’s onslaught, not at all. Instead, she flailed away at Sammy’s face and shoulders with slaps, intent to hurt and punish the blonde with each blow. Sammy moaned and groaned, forced to take each blow while she wrapped her hand in Debbie’s hair, then she started to pull viciously, wrenching Debbie’s neck back and forth as the fight entered it’s most intense phase to date. Sammy was hurting Debbie with each pull of the hair before Debbie would retaliate with another slap or a pull on Sammy’s blonde hair. Despite her apparent disadvantage though, it was Sammy’s greater power that seemed like it might be starting to win the exchange, drawing an anguished scream of ‘AAAGGGHHHHH!’ from Debbie as she suddenly found her head turned harshly to side thanks to the blonde’s grip of her hair.

Debbie knew that she had to try and get away from Sammy now, to put some distance between her and this vicious hair pulling. She broke off her attack now, tried to get to her feet over Sammy only to find that she was firmly anchored in place by Sammy’s iron grip of her hair. She dropped a knee in Sammy’s lower back, hoping it might weaken the blonde, but as she tried to get to her feet again, Sammy pulled hard on her hair, sending Debbie off balance into the grass alongside her. No was no time for ceremony, it was time for two hard, fighting women to settle it decisively, and Sammy struck a telling blow to elbow Debbie in the mouth there on the ground. Debbie groaned, tried to roll away and found Sammy anchoring her to the spot still by the hair before sending a hard salvo of punches to her breasts to put the hurt on the brunette once more. Now Sammy allowed Debbie to roll away, and I was surprised to see Sammy taking a moment to peel off her own jeans; muddied and soaked as they were as well, it probably took her a little longer than she had expected for that. She was ready though as Debbie reached all fours, and she rejoined the battle hard, delivering a fierce kick to Debbie’s stomach. The older women was in desperate trouble now, rolling away across the grass, gagging as she desperately tried to suck in air. I recognised the signs of a fight entering it’s last moments now I thought; Debbie was down and clearly hurting, Sammy was hurting too, no doubt, but she was stalking Debbie now. Stalking her until the time was right to strike again, a handful of Debbie’s brunette hair firmly holding her in place so that she could deliver a fierce knee to the jaw. A sickening blow, it dropped Debbie flat on her back in the grass, breathing hard as Sammy looked to put the final touches to proceedings. There, in the fading light in the park, the blonde first stripped off her own thong before moving back over to Debbie, naked in the steadily falling rain, her curvaceous body seeming to shimmer with the droplets of water that traced tracks across it. On the ground, Debbie was muddied, blades of grass stuck to her wet upper body. Sammy had no mercy; she was naked and she wanted Debbie naked too now, peeling off her leggings before pulling her white thong up into a wedgie. Sammy wanted her naked, but she was happy to do the last part the hard way now, waiting until the white lace garment tore in the wedgie, rather than simply removing it, enjoying Debbie’s weak moans of pain as she did so.

Finally the white garment gave way, torn, and Sammy threw it into the trees somewhat needlessly given that it was now completely unwearable anyway. Then she loomed over a naked Debbie, telling her ‘this is your second loss to me this week, you dirty old slag’ before a cruel stomp to the belly cut off any thought of a response from the brunette who sat up slightly, involuntarily, from the stomp, before Sammy slapped her hard in the face to knock her flat again. ‘First you lose your man to me; the blonde mused, moving round so that she was stood with a foot either side of Debbie’s head. ‘Then’ she continued, reaching down to cruelly rake her nails across Debbie’s breasts, ‘you lose a fight to me’ she laughed at Debbie. Then she sat down heavily in a reverse face sit, her naked ass on Debbie’s face as she told her ‘taste your man inside me, bitch!’ grinding her pussy on Debbie’s face hard. ‘Mmmmmmffffff!’ was about all I heard from Debbie before Sammy eased off her slightly to ask her ‘what’s that bitch?’

‘You win cunt!’ Debbie angrily replies, and Sammy immediately dropped back down to reapply the face sit. ‘You need to learn some manners bitch!’ she told Debbie, applying a double breast claw as she sunk in her finger nails and twisted hard, looking to hurt Debbie right to the end. Again, Debbie groaned loudly beneath Sammy, the blonde easing off for a moment to ask her ‘what?’

‘You win, you fucking cunt!’ Debbie cried out again, her anger doing her no favours now as Sammy once again dropped into place, grinding her ass and pussy hard on Debbie’s face now while she took another handful of the brunette’s bush. Quickly she pulled out some more of the bush as well, and continued to grind on Debbie’s face as the brunette started to moan loudly beneath her again, Grabbing at Debbie’s bush again now, and pulling just enough to hurt but not tear it out, she asked her ‘what?’ again before easing up to take in Debbie’s reply.

‘I give up’ Debbie replied, the fire gone from her voice. ‘You win’ she told Sammy who dropped back into place for just a moment to rip out that final fistful of Debbie’s bush before she reluctantly got off her. A kick to her side, just to put the exclamation point on the win as she leaned over Debbie for a moment to tell her, ‘I’m better that you are bitch. Don’t fucking forget it!’ before moving away from her to pull back on her her jeans over her muddied, wet body. She put her ankle boots on, slipped her zip through jacket on to cover her bare breasts, and then dropped down to straddle Debbie once more, sitting lower on her stomach, clawing both breasts. ‘I’m better than you bitch’ she told Debbie reinforcing that view, ‘and he’s mine now, don’t even think about him or I’ll beat the shit out of you again!’ she told her, slapping her across the face once more, harshly. ‘And I’ll be taking these with me’ she laughed at Debbie, snatching up her leggings and taking them with her as she walked past me, telling me ‘good luck getting the old tart home!’ as she headed fro the wall to the park, at a point where there was a bench near enough to make climbing over easy enough.

It did leave me the slight logistical problem I though; how to get a naked and beaten catfighter out of the park and home. She was definitely beaten, breasts and body showing the effects of Sammy’s attentions, covered in mud and blades of grass, a hint of a split lip from that big slap at the end. Sitting up on the ground, she started to brush the grass and mud off her as best she could. ‘Fuck’ she said, ‘she’s a vicious bitch’ she told me, before smiling a little as she said, ‘I had the slag hurting though!’

‘You did at times’ I had to agree, ‘but she’s a hard woman’ I offered. ‘And she’s given us the problem of how to get you out of her now, what with you being naked and all that…’ I pointed out.

‘Oh, don’t worry too much about that Steve, just give me my jacket’ she told me, producing a pair of shorts from her pocket so that she could slip them on before wincing a little as she pulled her white vest top over her head. The walking trainers went on, then her jacket as she looked at herself, declaring ‘it’ll do, it’s basically dark anyway, nobody’s going to be able to tell I’ve been rolled in the mud for the last twenty minutes. Lets get out of here’ she said to me.

‘Lets’ I agreed ‘but how did you know to bring spare clothes with you?’ I asked her.

‘Well, that was easy’ Debbie laughed ‘I’d have done the same to her if I’d have beaten her. Be prepared, and don’t make it obvious or she’d have had those as well…...dirty bitch!’ she finished, suggesting to me that perhaps the rivalry wasn’t completely done. But then she went on ‘I think I know just the woman she should be fighting. She’s perfect for Gail.’ she told me.

I asked the obvious question of course; ‘who’s Gail?’

As we climbed out of the park over the wall, Debbie gave me the briefest run down on Gail. ‘I trained her to catfight with rules before Emma started to fight’ she told me ‘but she never really took to rules fighting. She just likes to fight. Doesn’t even care if she wins most of the time as long as it’s a proper brawl. I think she’s a great match for that bitch. I might mention it to Gail if she doesn’t already know about her.’ she finished, as we headed for home.