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Anything Goes...If You Pay Enough

By Wolfboy

Claire’s sponsored fights get tougher, with the aid of some generous sponsors

‘Anything goes if you pay enough’. That was the strap-line that Claire had used to hook the sponsors of her latest fight after they’d chosen her next opponent to be a notorious and very experienced no holds barred fighter known as Linda, or occasionally, The British Backbreaker. A nickname derived from her love of punishing opponents backs, and even now at the age of 58, Linda was a feared fighter, certainly not a woman to be taken lightly. That she’d put her name forward to take Claire on suggested she maybe saw Claire as a good challenge that could lead her to some more high profile fights. She also had quite a strong following it seemed given the way that she had won the vote to take on Claire quite convincingly.

Claire recognised her for what she was as she told me ‘she’s a tough, nasty fighter Steve’ when the fight was announced on her website. ‘And she’s known for no holds barred wrestling, so I’m going to offer that as an option if the sponsorship pot reaches enough money’ she admitted.

‘Are you sure that’s wise?’ I asked her, knowing that so far in her sponsored matches, she had managed to keep things business like off the mats. ‘You’re stepping into her world if you do that after all.’

‘Well, I’m definitely not scared of her if that’s what you mean Steve’ she laughed. ‘But to be fair’ she continued, ‘she seemed very professional. Off the mats she’s actually quite nice, just says she’s going to rip me up when we get on them!’ she told me.

Of course, given the option to support a no holds barred contest, the sponsors had brought in the required funds and more to make that the set rules for the fight. That included a large single sponsorship from a fan who just signed his name as ‘D’, who asked for both women to fight in bra, knickers and thigh boots. Neither woman was in the mood to turn down such a lucrative offer over fashion concerns, so each readily agreed. While the fight would be no holds barred, there would be some stipulations, principle amongst which was 2 eight minute sessions of fighting. Both women agreed that should the fight be a draw at that stage, then it would be called as such with the fans allowed to decide the winner on points for themselves. The attire was to be as requested by the mysterious ‘D’, hair would be worn loose, and Linda warned Claire to make sure she had long nails, ‘because mine will be!’

Outside that, both agreed that submissions would be honoured, and that the action would continue when both were back on their feet, either under their own steam or with the assistance of an eager opponent. It was against that backdrop that I found myself back in the studio Claire rented for her sponsored fights, camera in hand to film the close ups of the action. Linda was exactly as Claire had suggested to me earlier on; quiet and amiable as she waited patiently for Claire to set everything up, but there was a steely determination behind her eyes. She hadn't had such a long career in the field of NHB wrestling as well as her occasional catfights and even street fights without having that about her I knew. Once Claire was all set up, there was going to be little in the way of ceremony. It was planned that Claire and Linda would simply walk to the centre of the otherwise bare room, look at me for a signal that the timer had been started, and fight. There were well matched, despite the 30 year age difference; both 5 feet 2 inches tall, Claire one pound lighter that Linda at 127lbs, both strong fighting women in their own way. There were contrasts in hair colour with Claire’s jet black locks tinged with a hint of deep red today, while Linda’s was a little shorter and dirty blonde coloured. Claire was the bustier of the two women, but I wasn’t sure if that would be a help or a hindrance here with her 34DD breasts pitted against Linda’s 34C breasts.

The time had arrived for the wondering who might be the better woman to stop as Claire set the last camera running; it was fight time as she took off her robe to reveal she was wearing a simple white satin thong and bra that matched her flat soled, white thigh boots. She was ready to fight and so was Linda, dressed almost like a negative image of Claire in black satin and lace bra with matching panties and black boots. It was fair to say that the tension was thick in the air there in the room, the atmosphere crackling with electricity as the two women from different generations stood face to face, calmly eyeing the other for a moment before they turned to me. I gave the thumbs up that the timer was started, and the two of them went at it. Linda led off with a punch to the face that rocked Claire back though she shot back with a kick to the crotch that Linda was forced to twist her body to take on the thigh. Claire moved in and Linda slashed at her belly with her nails, drawing a shriek from Claire, who retaliated by continuing to press forward to deliver a knee lift to the stomach to double the older woman up. She presented a good target now for Claire with a knee lift to the face as well and Linda was sent to the mat on her back.

It was evident that the leather of Claire’s boot covering her knee had done little to soften the impact of the knee lift. She went straight on the attack with a kick to the body too with Linda instinctively rolling away allowing her to avoid the worst of it. It caught her nonetheless, and Claire looked to follow up, going to the hair to force Linda to her feet, only to find herself caught with a sharp thrust to the throat. As Claire clutched for that impact site, trying to catch her breath. Linda buried her head deep in her stomach with a headbutt that crushed some more of the air from Claire’s body. Afforded the time to get to her feet now, Linda took it and reeled Claire into a side headlock by the hair. She wasn’t a woman looking to wrestle at this point though, cranking once on the headlock before a short punch to the face dropped Claire to her knees. ‘Fuck!’ Claire muttered as Linda grabbed her hair now and dragged her half way across the room by it, the brunette struggling to get her feet beneath her. Propped into a sitting position against the wall now, Linda crashed a kick into her chest then slid that shin up Claire’s body a little so that it was pressed in against her throat. I moved in for my first close up shots of the fight now, seeing that Claire looked to be in some early trouble. Linda reached down to grab Claire’s left breast too, thumb pressed into the top of it while she grabbed from beneath with her other fingers. More good close up shots as Claire groaned ‘oh my God!’ feeling the deep breast grab as she fought to escape the choke. There was an early look of desperation on her face, but she responded quickly, sending in a straight punch to the crotch, forcing Linda to stagger back.

There was a brief moment of evaluation from both women now, Claire just rubbing her breast a little, something that Linda noted with interest. As they moved together to lock up again now, Linda looked to target that, allowing Claire to grab her dirty blonde hair so that she could deliver a stinging right hand into that left breast, bringing a grimace to Claire’s face. Then Linda was into her hair as well, both women looking to force the other back but finding that their respective strength was well matched. Neither really made any great headway in that respect, before Linda surprised Claire once more with a quick knee lift to the body. Now the older woman changed her grip of the hair, wrapping Claire’s long black hair around the fingers of her left hand before pulling her forward a little onto an uppercut to the jaw. Claire was rocked now, would have staggered away from Linda other than that grip of her hair which kept her in place to be lifted and body slammed hard on the unforgiving thin mats. ‘OOOWWW!’ Claire groaned, feeling that pain in her back from the slam, and Linda showed her no mercy at all, sending a hard kick into her body. That sent Claire rolling across the mats and Linda was on her fast. Grabbing her hair and forcing her to all fours so that she could send an elbow drop hard into the middle of her back.

It seemed the older woman was determined to live up to her back breaker nickname now, pulling Claire up once more to deliver an across the knee back breaker, shoving her off her leg to the mat again with some disdain. She wasn’t down there for long though as Linda went back to the hair, pulling her to her feet; Claire wasn’t one to be underestimated though as she lashed her nails across Linda’s belly, drawing a cry of surprise from the older blonde. Claire was able to brush Linda’s fingers from her hair now, sending her rocking back towards the wall for the first time behind a couple of punches to the breasts. Linda’s face showed that the punches carried plenty of force, but she quickly arrested Claire’s progress with a nasty rake of the eyes, and as Claire howled in protest, Linda slapped the taste out of her mouth, sending her reeling to the side. Linda followed her, grabbing the hair with one hand once again, forcing her arch her back a little, presenting it as a target for a nail rake in response to Claire’s earlier one. As Claire howled in pain, Linda turned her by the hair and took her straight into one of her favourite moves, the bear hug. Claire groaned in pain as Linda had the move on just right, a crushing embrace around her short rib, perfectly done to stop her getting a full breath of air. ‘Nooo!’ she moaned when Linda told her to submit, earning a fierce crank of the arms around the body tightening the hold still further.

‘I can do this all day girl!’ Linda warned ominously, showing a hidden power with the hold as she lifted Claire so that only her tiptoes were on the mat now. ‘Nooo!’ Claire said again, determined not to allow the older woman grind out the submission as she tried to jam an arm into the hold to ease the grip. That was barely successful before Linda headbutted her in the mouth, startling the jet haired woman, who then shrieked loudly as Linda worked the crushing embrace again. ‘GIVE….UP!’ Linda demanded, punctuating the two words with an extra squeeze on the hold, this one a long, grinding, squeeze, forcing an anguished whine from Claire’s lips. She was in trouble, her face betrayed it in close up on my camera, before I switched view to see the grip that Linda had on her. That revealed something that was adding to Claire’s pain as the older woman had found a style of grip that allowed her to bring her nails into play as well, digging them into Claire’s lower back.

‘Give up girl!’ Linda demanded again now, Claire still denying it, but her response getting weaker, displaying less resolve as she was getting worn down. She may have been on the verge of a first submission perhaps, but Linda wanted to make sure, quickly dropping her into a pussy pounding atomic drop before retaking the bear hug, and as session one entered it’s last couple of minutes, Claire was crying out in pain and ultimately submission. Linda’s bear hug had proven to be effective, taking the fight out of Claire over a couple of minutes, and now the fight could continue immediately as Linda carefully set Claire down on her feet. That covered the requirement for both fighters to be on their feet for the action to continue, although Claire didn’t stay there for long as she was floored by a stiff clothesline from Linda. Bowled to the mat by that, Claire desperately blocked an attempted kick to the face that would surely have dimmed her lights for the rest of the fight had it landed. She was still under pressure though from this tough older woman, who went to her hair to drag her across the mats once more before raking the side of her boot across Claire’s face. Claire tried to roll away, clutching at her face, but Linda ripped her to her back with that grip of the hair she still held, before delivering a snap leg drop across her chest to punish her further. A minute remained, and Linda, leading by one submission elected to torture Claire with a head scissors, her thighs snapping tightly around Claire’s head, the leather of her boots rubbing against Claire’s face, allowing her to really tighten the hold. She had both hands in Claire’s hair, pulling hard, ripping, causing Claire to shriek in pain as she suffered in the crushing scissor hold. Linda broke off from hair pulling for a split second to rake the eyes. Then she grabbed the hair again, forcing Claire to scream in pain before the timer sounded and brought her relief at the end of a torrid first session.

Claire rubbed at her face in some pain as Linda released the hold and rolled away before heading back to her side of the room to wait calmly for the chance to resume hostilities. Claire was probably glad of the agreed three minute break between the sessions now, at least giving her a few moments to recover. I focussed on Linda’s nail marks across Claire’s back as she returned to her side of the room to gather herself. ‘You’re tough’ Linda told her from across the room, ‘but I’m going to hurt you now girl!’ she continued, making sure Claire knew her intent.

‘We’ll see’ Claire replied, evenly enough, but she added a degree of acidity to her comments then as she told Linda ‘an old girl like you will be getting tired now. How about I give you a bit of a nap in the second session?’

The two left it there, Linda prowling, anxious to get started again while Claire took her time, wanting to make sure she was prepared for her tough opponent in session two. Both came back on to the mats now, standing a couple of metres apart, eyeing each other with caution, ready to rejoin the battle. Both looked at me, I started the timer again and gave them the nod that it was time to start fighting. I’d fancied Claire would need a fast start here to deal with this hard woman across the mats from her, but she didn’t seem to get it as Linda grabbed her bra strap on her right shoulder and pulled, using the grip to twist Claire and open up her side for a hard right hand to the ribs as the action got back underway. It hardly seemed like the fast start that she needed, but as Linda tried to pull Claire back in by her bra strap, perhaps wanting to go back to that crushing bear hug, Claire showed her cunning to catch Linda with a knee lift straight to the pussy. Tough woman or now, that had the older blonde reeling, and Claire capitalised to chop her down to her knees with a right hand to the jaw. Claire may have been giving up experience, but she too could be a clever and dirty fighter when the mood took her. That time was now it seemed as she flashed her fingers across Linda’s eyes, taking them and as the blonde blinked her eyes furiously and called Claire a ‘little cow!’ the jet haired fighter took advantage, striking with one of her thick thighs to the face. That was a blow to stun, sending Linda to the mat on her side, shaking her head a little as she tried to gather herself now.

Of course, Claire had no interest in allowing that, and she kept the pressure up, pushing the sole of her boot into Linda’s face to knock her flat to the mat. With the older blonde down, Claire started to soften her up some more now, a stomp to the belly followed by her grabbing Linda’s right leg to plant a harsh knee into her hamstring. Linda groaned and Claire pressed on, upping the ante as she forced the blonde to her belly and delivered a knee drop to the lower back. Linda cried out, her back arched in pain for a moment to make it easy for Claire to grab her hair, and using that grip, she slammed Linda’s face to the mat. Claire was demonstrating that the might have a different style about her, but she knew how to fight, getting into Linda’s hair, nails testing her scalp as she forced the moaning blonde to crawl after her across the mats. Abruptly, Claire released the hair though, and buried a kick into her side, rolling her back onto her back on the mat, gasping for some air.

That was a telling blow it seemed, and Claire showed no subtlety in how she now looked to extract the submission as she dropped heavily into a reverse face sit. This was a move that suited Claire’s thick body type perfectly, her ass effective in smothering Linda while she had her arms pinned beneath her shins. Immediately, Claire hammered two punches into the body, sapping energy from the older woman before she had both hands inside her bra, for a double handed maul on her left breast. That was the focus of my attention with the camera as I heard Linda’s muffled cries of pain from up close to the action. She told Claire ‘no way’ though when she invited her to submit, despite the evidently fierce and painful mauling Claire was dishing out. It was clear that Claire was going to have to punish the blonde hard if she was going to make her submit. The alternative was simple though; it didn’t matter how tough Linda was if she continued to smother her heavily with her butt. That was the route Claire took then, keeping up the mauling attacks to make Linda cry out in pain, slamming in an occasional punch to the body to drain her some more. She was happy for Linda to try to hold out in fact, knowing that the longer she suffered in the smother for, the more she would simply tire herself.

Linda knew it too though, and as she passed a minute trapped in the smother hold with Claire once again working fiercely on her left breast, her cries were no longer just of pain, but also of submission The fight was level at one submission all with around five minutes of action remaining; Claire needed Linda back on her feet though to continue the action and she went to the hair to slowly force the blonde upright. Immediately, she slipped a hand between her legs to lift and slam her hard at the centre of the room, and perhaps she would have been wise to go straight back to the same move, sitting on Linda’s face to grind out a second submission. Instead she went straight to the hair, looking to peel Linda off the mat, and found herself surprised by a thrust to the throat. Claire was frozen in place by the surprise blow, and Linda followed up quickly with an uppercut to the breasts from the seated position, lifting Claire’s left breast from her bra with it’s force.

Claire recovered a little, managing to clinch with Linda, both ladies taking a grip of the back of the other’s head as well as a liberal handful of hair, and almost forehead to forehead, they started to send knees into the other’s body. Each groaned as they felt the other testing them. Groaned with exertion as the tried to force the other back, then it was Claire who cried out in some surprise as she lost control of Linda’s head for a moment and paid for it with a short headbutt to the face. Linda’s willingness to use the headbutt had served her well on a couple of occasions now, and it gave her a chance now to get free of Claire’s grasp and get the shocked jet haired woman with a hard knee lift straight to the stomach. Claire almost dropped to a knee but found Linda sinking in a front headlock for a moment that forced her to rise to avoid the worst of the choking grasp. She sent in a right hand to the body now, Linda grimacing as she felt it sink home, but she was able to shrug it off and quickly lifted Claire to body slam her again. The harsh impact sent a ripple of pain through Claire’s body, and the older blonde fighter stepped it up again to deliver a knee drop to the crotch now, holding Claire’s ankles to spread her for the move. Claire howled in pain, her face captured perfectly in the close up of my camera, before in turn, Linda captured it between her thighs in a side head scissor, once again the leather of her boots pressed in to the cheeks as she started to add power to the hold.

Immediately Claire groaned in pain, finding once more that the older woman packed considerable power in her thighs to punish her with. She bridged, hoping to ease the pressure in the hold, only to find that she presented her tummy to a clubbing blow from Linda to drop her flat again. Her bridge was dropped and she sucked in air for a moment, catching her breath from the punch, while Linda worked her legs in even tighter, bringing a choking aspect to an already tough hold. Claire shifted and squirmed before Linda made her scream as she subdued her with a nasty eye rake. Then she took advantage of Claire’s left breast still being out of her bra with a series of slaps and punches to it. Of course, those were just designed to soften Claire up that little bit more before she targeted the breasts with a harsh breast maul. Once again it was Claire’s cries of pain filling the room as I focussed in on Linda’s nails digging very effectively into her sensitive breast flesh.

‘Give up girl, I know I’m hurting you!’ Linda told her, quite conversationally as if she were talking to a friend over lunch almost. Claire’s reply was a little more frantic as she bellowed ‘NOO….OOOWWW…..NOO!’ it was clear that what Linda had said was true, she was hurting Claire. Wearing her out too with the tight, choking head scissors, but time was running down for her here; could she force Claire to submit before the end of the second and final session?

She evidently felt that it needed a switch of tactics to get the job done as, following a rake of the nails to mark Claire’s breast up, she released the scissor hold. She gave Claire no time to gather herself though, going straight to the hair to pull her up and deliver another hard body slam on the unforgiving, thin mats. Claire tried to roll away, moaning in pain as she did so, but Linda stopped her abruptly with a heavy elbow drop across her lower back. It seemed to me that late on in the fight, Linda was really just starting to get into her stride as she lay across Claire’s back for a moment to unclasp her bra. Linda quickly removed that now, throwing it from the mats before she got Claire to her feet, still somewhat doubled up, held her arm out to the side to keep it out of the way, and sent a kick straight up into her breasts to floor her. She was on a roll now, back into that jet black hair to pull Claire back up only to flatten her again, this time with a right hand to the jaw. Claire looked groggy, and that wasn’t helped as Linda forced her to all fours, placed her knee against Claire’s face, using the hair to hold her tight against it, and stamped her foot to the mat, allowing the shock-wave to dissipate through Claire’s jaw. Claire slumped for a moment, struggled back to all fours, and quickly took a kick with the flat of the foot to the shoulder that spun her back to the mat.

Linda was totally on top now, that was clear, but time appeared to be her enemy as she methodically picked Claire apart, pulling her from the mat by her hair once more. A hand between the legs saw Claire lifted, screaming ‘FUUUUCK NOOOO!’ as Linda body slammed her with authority once more. The blonde was living up to her back breaker nickname very well as she kept up that punishment on the ailing jet haired fighter. Again the hair was used to force Claire to her feet before being scooped up into an across the knee back breaker, Claire crying out in pain once more as she found herself stretched across Linda’s knee. That torture only ended with a clubbing double fisted blow to the stomach, and Claire was dropped to the mat once more by Linda, this time with a simple shove to send her off her knee. Now the blonde looked for the coupe de grace, pulling Claire to her feet, turning her away from her for a moment, before impressively hoisting the topless brunette onto her shoulders in a torture rack back breaker!

This was the kind of hold Claire never had to contend with in catfights as a rule, but it was clear that Linda had brought a broader range of skills to the mat with her. ‘OOOOWWWWW…….OH FUCK!’ Claire cried out in pain, draped agonisingly around Linda’s shoulders like the sexiest of scarves. ‘Give up!’ Linda demanded once more, trying to bend Claire further to force the winning submission. ‘NOOOOOOO! I WON’T’ Claire howled in pain, bent but not yet broken by the hold it seemed as Linda ominously warned her ‘I’ll do this all day girl, come one, give it up!’

There was no doubt in my mind that Linda would do just that given chance, but not today unfortunately for her as the now dominant blonde was stymied by the timer to end the fight. The seemingly unthinkable had happened and the fight had ended, on score at least, as a draw. I was fairly sure that most watchers would declare Linda the theoretical points winner as she had dominated large periods of the match. ‘I want a rematch’ she told Claire as she put her down, ‘no silly time limits to save you next time’ she said, lightly enough, although I had little doubt that she meant it.

‘You’ll get one’ Claire told her, ‘I’d be happy to fight you again; I want to learn from someone like you’ she suggested.

‘We’ll see girl’ Linda smiled, offering a handshake. ‘You do well enough in our rematch, and I’ll think about it’ she told Claire. ‘You’re tough for a pretty girl, but you need to find your nastiness. I think it’s in there somewhere’ she said, tapping Claire on the chest.

Claire just beamed as she took Linda’s hand. She may have been in some pain, may have been going to suffer again at Linda’s hands in a rematch too, but she realised that this older blonde brawler might be just what she needed to set her back on the path towards another lightweight title reign.