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Queen Belle

By Wolfboy

Sara goes after one of her oldest rivals for The Southern Belles title.

Relatively fresh off her corner woman tasks for Kensi in her successful defence of the lightweight title against Claire, Sara would have a chance to regain another of her own titles. She had beaten Staci to reclaim her Hong Kong title, but now she would have a shot at winning back the Southern Belles title. It was to be title versus title though as she took on old rival Heather who had beaten her for the Southern Belles title some years before. Was this a grudge match I briefly wondered, knowing that Heather had provided Sara with the secret to beating Staci. My uncertainty on that point had lasted as long as it took for the first words to escape each woman’s mouth in the build up.

‘She’s just a loud mouthed cunt with a meaningless title. I can’t wait to put her in her place beneath my feet!’ Heather had said. It may have started a war of words had Sara not been so succinct in reply.

‘I’m going to hurt you Heather’ she stated flatly. ‘And when you think it can’t hurt any more, that’s when I’ll turn it up a notch. You’ll be crying for me to stop bitch!’

So that was it then; a grudge match it clearly was with rules to suit such an occasion. It would be fought under simple rules. No time limit or rounds, until one said the words ‘I submit the match’; nothing else would lead to victory. It was anything goes, and both ladies would fight wearing flared mini skirts and hold up stockings only. Then match would be held at the main venue for the Southern Belles organisation, on mats surrounded by a large and expectant crowd in the arena. The nature of the attire for the match suggested, maybe guaranteed, that there would be plenty of attacks to the most personal and sensitive areas. These were two tough women though, with respect perhaps, but no love for each other, and both were ready for this style of match.

Sara’s threat to hurt Heather had hung in the air long after she’d thrown it out there pre-fight, and she was the first on to the mats for the contest, received well by the crowd although she was technically the visiting fighter here. She was certainly popular enough though as a former Southern Belles champion as well, as she headed to her corner at the edge of the mats, surrounded pretty closely by the first of ten tiered rows of seating. Each row was now full, testament to the appeal of the fight that had picked up added importance amid some rumours of a world title tournament. If Sara could beat Heather, she would surely strengthen her hand on that front, but for now, looking tanned, toned and confident, Sara waited patiently for her opponent Heather. As Sara adjusted how her scarlet flared mini-skirt rode on her hips, smoothed her matching stockings over her powerful thighs, Heather made her way to the mats. Dark haired, tanned, also powerful looking, there was little doubt that Heather was a match for Sara in most of her physical attributes. They were fairly evenly matched as well in experience, and in fact, Heather had overtaken Sara as the longest reigning Southern Belles champion. She had lost the belt after having beaten Sara for it, but having regained it, she had held it against all comers for the last five years. Sara still fancied that she could get the job done against Heather, but I also couldn’t completely forget that Heather had smothered and clawed Sara to defeat previously. In a one fall match here, anything could happen.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen’ a ring announcer began now, ‘this is a one fall, anything goes match without time limit. It is for the Southern Belles and Hong Kong Syndicate titles. First of all, allow me to introduce the current Hong Kong Syndicate champion, and a former Southern Belles Champion, Sara. She is 36 years old, 5 feet 9 inches tall, 167lbs and 38DD-289-40 with a fight record of 43 wins and 13 defeats. And her opponent is the current Southern Belles Champion, Heather. She is 39 years old. 5 feet 7 inches tall, 163lbs and 38DD-28-29 with a fight record of 36 wins and only 3 losses’ the announcer finished, vacating the mats as both women held up their respective title belts. Heather had chosen white for her outfit, wearing a flared white cheerleader skirt that was slashed almost to the waistband on her right hip along with sheer white stockings. There were no final instructions needed, the referee having handled those backstage she simply collected the two title belts, handed them to the announcer, and from the edge of the mats, called ‘Fight!’

Evidently the referees style was to give the two ladies plenty of space on the mats, as she remained on the periphery, and the two champions went head to head. Immediately, both went to the hair, trying to rag the other around; Sara pulled hard, forcing Heather to stumble forward, catching her with a knee to the body as she did. Heather took it, and shot back with a fierce slap to the blonde’s right breast before each then shrugged the other out of their hair. Only now, after that initial skirmish did both decide to circle each other to exchange verbal barbs, Sara observing ‘you’re still a cunt you know Heather!’

‘And you’re still going to lose to me again bitch’ Heather shot back. ‘I won’t just beat you this time Sara, I’ll finish you’ she told the strawberry blonde.

‘Sure...whatever, cunt!’ Sara laughed, but not with her eyes; they remained deadly serious and focussed on the Southern Belles title holder. She knew Heather wasn’t a woman to be taken lightly, a point proven as she darted into range, rocked Sara with two slaps to the face, and escaped unscathed. Sara smiled again, taking the shots well enough, but Heather was dangerous and came back in immediately, grabbing hair as Sara did the same with one hand. Both ladies flailed away to the other’s body now, slaps landing loudly, punches thudding into rib cages too as both pulled the other woman’s head back by the hair. Sara tried to snake a foot behind Heather’s ankle to trip the jet haired woman, and she paid for it with a knee to the thigh in return, forcing her back off balance. Heather was still doing her best to rearrange Sara’s flowing strawberry blonde hair as she struck with a slashing right hand across the stomach that saw Sara groan with pain. It was early in the fight though and Heather wasn’t going to rush on to the attack off one sign her opponent was in trouble. Instead she chose to keep forcing Sara around the mats for now by the hair, slipping in occasional punches to the body as she did so to keep her under pressure. In return of course, Sara was no shrinking violet. She may have been moving backwards, but she was attacking too with kicks to the legs before she swung a slap up into Heather’s breasts. Immediately that was turned into a fierce breast claw that drew a gasp from Heather. It also drew a right hand into the strawberry blonde’s body again as Sara grimly clung on to the claw hold to trouble her with it.

Sara caught Heather with a knee now, into the outside of her thigh, but paid for her attack quickly as Heather struck with another right hand to the body. That was a hard blow, one that forced Sara to release her claw hold for a moment as she found herself thrown by the hair across the mats. No follow up from Heather though; she confidently held the centre position on the mats, her mats, and gestured for the strawberry blonde to come and fight her. Sara got to her feet, adjusted her scarlet skirt and rejoined the action without a second thought, surprising Heather as she came in with a fast kick to the body. That put Heather on the back foot suddenly, Sara rushing in with a flurry of slaps, targetting her right breast as well as the face as she did so. Heather was forced to defend, knocked off balance by the attack, but an experienced woman, she didn’t wilt, blocking what she could and eventually stopping Sara’s progress with a stinging slap to the face. That was the signal for both to go back to the hair with both hands this time, each pulling and tearing, enjoying the pained looks they brought to the other woman’s face. Sara tried for a knee to the pussy, narrowly missing the target as Heather forced her body out of the way; off balance from that though, Heather was yanked painfully to her knees in front of Sara by her hair. A target then that Sara would never refuse as she sent a kick deep into Heather’s belly, before a knee delivered between the breasts knocked her to the mat.

For the first time in the fight, one of the fighters was in a spot of trouble here, and Sara was known to be pretty uncompromising when on top. She showed it here, slashing her nails across the Southern Belles titleholder’s body to make her shriek with anguish. Heather tried to roll away now, and she paid as Sara buried a kick into her side, drawing an audible gasp of pain as the air rushed from Heather’s lungs. Just like her opponent, Sara was not a woman to give much in the way of respite when she felt that she held the upper hand. Here, that manifested itself in a heavy elbow drop across the back before she took a firm handful of hair. After using that to slam Heather’s face into the largely unforgiving mats, she then forced her to her feet by it. In that split second, Heather cried out as she was effortlessly lifted and slammed by the strawberry blonde and once again she found herself dealing with the unforgiving nature of the mats. Sara used Heather's black hair to roll her to her belly now, and straight into a choking front headlock, the Southern Belles champion laid out in front of her as she punished her now. Immediately, Heather tried to battle to her knees, only to find Sara able to easily shift her flared skirt out of the way to claw at her ass cheeks with her long nails. Heather squealed in pain, but in turn it had provided her with the chance of escape as Sara had switched to a one handed front headlock. The jet haired fighter tried to back out of it into a hammerlock now; she made some progress too before Sara stopped her with a clubbing blow across the shoulders. Forced flat to the mat, Heather had to endure now as Sara placed a foot on the back of her head, massaging her face into the mat as she grabbed her hair and pulled hard.

‘Aaaaggggh! Fucking bitch!’ Heather protested, feeling the pain from the hair pull which was being exacerbated by Sara’s foot pinning her face to the mat. The strawberry blonde helpfully advising her ‘give up, save yourself the pain!’

‘Fuck off!’ Heather shot back, but then she groaned again as Sara eased her foot off the back of her head and used the hair to pull her face a good foot clear of the mat before slamming her face back to it. Heather reached for her face, groaning in pain which increased quickly as Sara dropped a knee in the small of her back. Sara had options now, and she elected for the Boston Crab, grabbing both of Heather’s ankles and pulling her legs up as she torqued her back painfully. Of course, that allowed Heather’s flared skirt to ride up her hips to reveal a neat landing strip of jet black hair between her legs. Something that Sara was immediately interested in as she switched to a single leg crab and got her fingers into that landing strip to pull at it, drawing a cry of protest from Heather. ‘Stupid bitch!’ Sara mocked, happy to have found something there to pull at, but the writhing of the Southern Belle’s champion beneath her threw her off balance enough to force a break of the hold. Not much respite though as Sara dropped a leg across the back of Heather’s head now, thick thigh landing hard and to great effect, and the strawberry blonde continued to control the match for now as she went back to the hair. Using that grip she forced Heather to crawl hastily after her to the centre of the mats before turning to send a kick into Heather’s breasts.

‘You bitch!’ the jet haired fighter moaned, but she grabbed Sara’s foot as it landed, using her grasp to wrench the ankle as she pulled Sara down to the mat with her. Sara let out a little moan of pain herself, feeling that twist of the ankle with it’s savage intent from Heather who now released the hold and crossed Sara’s legs as the strawberry blonde lay face down on the mat. If Heather had planned to press the advantage with the figure four, she didn’t get much chance as Sara flailed back an elbow, catching her in the chest to knock her off just as soon as she had pressed Sara’s feet against her own butt. Both women scrambled back to their feet and Sara just looked to be favouring her right foot a little, a result of that ankle wrench from the Southern Belles champion. They circled briefly, Sara trying to rotate her foot a little to get some feeling back into it, and paying for it as Heather landed a kick to the thigh. Knocked off balance by that, Sara found herself knocked to her butt on the mat by a straight right hand to the mouth. As she pawed at that, Heather grabbed her hair, landed a nasty kick to her belly and then started to drag her around the mats by her flowing strawberry blonde locks. ‘Come on cunt!’ Heather taunted as Sara cried out in pain, unable to get her feet beneath her for a second and forced to endure the fierce hair pulling that had her in trouble.

She was in more trouble quickly as Heather caught her with another big kick to the body that saw her grasping for breath. The Hong Kong champion found the breath to howl in pain though as Heather plunged her nails in to both breasts, mauling for a moment before using the grip to force her to her feet. A headbutt followed, a shuddering collision as Heather slammed her forehead into Sara’s sternum before pushing up into her chin to rock her head back. It was enough to send the strawberry blonde to her butt on the mat as Heather released her breasts from that mauling grip. Heather had her on her back quickly too, showing an uncompromising side as she delivered a fierce right hand to the jaw that sent Sara glassy eyed. Now it would be the turn of the Hong Kong champion to weather something of a storm from her opponent as Heather pulled her from the mat using the hair, before lifting her to deliver an across the knee backbreaker. Sara was in pain as Heather took the chance to punish her in the most intimate way now, shifting that scarlet mini skirt out of the way to slip her fingers in to her pussy and cruelly claw her. ‘OOOOWWWWW…….AAAGGGHHHHH!’ the strawberry blonde fighter screamed out while Heather put the hurt on her, adding a breast maul to the equation. ‘Going to take your tit smother away bitch!’ the Southern Belles champion admonished, slapping, scratching and mauling both breasts. It was the crotch claw drawing the real cries of pain from Sara though as Heather worked her fingers between her legs.

Eyes screwed shut in pain, Sara cried out again as Heather’s fingers sent red hot shards of pain through her body. She was struggling to hold out it seemed as Heather confidently told her ‘I’m going to finish you off just like last time bitch!’ The Southern Belles champion had that confident look about her now, that of a woman feeling that she had her rival in trouble as Sara pawed weakly at her face and screamed in pain once more from the continued crotch mauling. As ever though, it would prove costly to just dismiss the work of Sara whose fingers continued to push at Heather’s face, seemingly without aim. Heather ignored them at her peril though as the strawberry blonde suddenly switched up the intensity to rake her eyes in a nasty move that drew a shriek from Heather who reached for her eyes. Sara fell off her knee as the Southern Belles title holder was suddenly left trying to clear her vision.

It was a hard enough landing for Sara as she dropped to the mat, but she was in the better shape right now, despite Heather’s expertly applied crotch maul of moments earlier. She rolled to her knees in front of the jet haired fighter who was still kneeling, rubbing at her eyes, and flattened her with an uppercut to the jaw. That was Sara’s cue to get to her feet, and those use those feet to send a couple of hard kicks into Heather’s body to punish her further. The blonde stalked Heather now as she rolled across the mat, groaning in pain, trying to get some distance between her and Sara. The Hong Kong champion measured her though before delivering a heavy elbow drop across the shoulders, flattening the jet haired fighter to the mat on her ample chest. Sara hitched up Heather’s flared skirt now, exposing her butt which she sunk her nails in to with glee, drawing a loud moan of pain from Heather. ‘How does that feel bitch?’ she practically sneered at Heather before smacking her butt hard and then cuffing her around the back of the head with a hard slap. Then it was a firm handful of that thick black hair to pull Heather back to her feet, protesting all the way. That protest got louder and more desperate as Sara latched straight on to a double breast claw, her fingers kneading deeply into the Southern Belles champion’s breasts. Nails too doing their damage as the strawberry blonde punished Heather, the jet haired fighters fingers going to Sara’s trying to prise them clear. Perhaps a telling sign of the pain she was suddenly feeling, electing for defence rather than attack, and Sara made her pay with a straight kick to the crotch. The flared skirt took the slightest bit of impetus out of the kick, but Heather shuddered with pain as she would have gone to the ground but Sara’s fierce double breast claw holding her upright. Chance then for Sara to up the ante and push a troubled opponent towards defeat. Now the strawberry blonde, still keeping the breast maul in place, delivered a short headbutt to the mouth of Heather. Again the Southern Belles champion tottered, somewhat listlessly, under this concerted attack from an uncompromising opponent; again though, Sara’s breast mauling held her upright. The final piece in this compendium of attacks came as Sara waist locked Heather to deliver a pussy pounding atomic drop. Now Heather howled with pain, clutching for her tormented womanhood, as she collapsed to the mat in an agonised mess.

‘Remember, I told you I’d hurt you!’ Sara warned ominously, burying a kick in Heather’s side to roll the jet haired fighter to her back on the mat which was merely the precursor to her next plan of attack. Heather quickly found herself spread and the victim of a quick-fire series of three knee drops to the pussy, the last one accompanied by a piercing scream and then anguished sobs of pain from Heather who was, it seemed, thoroughly broken by Sara now. She wasn’t about to be the recipient of any sympathy though from the strawberry blonde fighter who quickly rolled Heather to her belly. With aplomb, Sara removed Heather’s flared skirt now, pitching it from the mats before cruelly raking the jet haired fighter’s ass and thighs with her nails. This was Sara at her nasty best now, in control as she dropped a heavy elbow across the upper body of Heather, flattening her to the mat beneath it. A handful of hair was taken immediately by Sara who used it to pull Heather’s face away from the mat. I thought she may go straight for a choke, but instead she elected to punish Heather some more with nails dug into her breasts for a moment. That drew a shriek from the Southern Belles title holder, but it was purely distraction from Sara who deftly shifted into position to trap the jet haired fighter face down in her crushing reverse head scissors. Heather moaned, then howled in pain once more as Sara used the position to claw at her ass and pussy once more, the near nude fighter defenceless to resist the attack.

Could she hold out? That was the question that remained to be answered it seemed as we knew that Sara held knockout power in her legs, and was certainly capable of forcing an end to the fight this way. A hard smack cracked off Heather’s ass now, actually more a disdainful act than one to finish her off from Sara who was clearly confident now. ‘Submit you little cunt!’ she demanded of Heather who simply groaned loudly in reply, not giving up, but not looking like escaping as Sara kept tensing those thighs and grinding her down. Today though, she wanted victory with her favoured finishing combination it seemed as she released the scissors. Following a stomp to Heather’s lower back, she rolled the jet haired fighter to her back and dropped into claim a grapevine. She almost instantly locked hands with Heather too, slowly forcing her hands to the mat above her head, letting Heather fight it every inch of the way just to tire her that little bit more. Then the same game of cat and mouse ensued with the legs, Sara spreading Heather who would try to fight it, before Sara would resist and spread her that little bit more, all the time grinding her body heavily into Heather to stop her from really catching her breath.

‘You’re mine Heather, admit it!’ Sara mocked now, staring down into the face of her opponent that betrayed the stress and pain she was feeling. ‘Noo’ she whined in a last show of resistance causing Sara to admonish her ‘submit bitch...give up!’ before she completed her intended move. Her legs overpowered Heather’s impressively, to spread the jet haired fighter wide. At the same time, she released her hands and plunged her breasts into Heather’s face. The final piece of the puzzle took just another couple of seconds to complete, arms wrapped tightly around the back of Heather’s head forcing her face deep into the smothering softness of her DD breasts. It was a sight so familiar to many in the room who stirred with the realisation the fight was in its final passage if Heather couldn’t escape quickly. Her hands free, Heather felt for and found Sara’s hair, pulling as hard as she could muster from beneath the strawberry blonde. It may have brought a grimace to Sara’s face for a moment, but it brought no relief for Heather. Fading fast as she fought for air, the jet haired fighter swung right hands into Sara’s body, lacking the power now to dislodge the blonde who rested on her heavily, smothering her to inevitable defeat it seemed. Defeat that came on to Heather quickly now, as she suddenly tapped frantically at the mat, her lungs about fit to burst as she searched for air. The fight was done, but the action not quite as Sara moved to a position sat on Heather’s stomach, and with her finger nail, she scratched her name across the screeching jet haired fighter’s breasts, lightly enough, two letters on each breast.

‘Just so you remember who the better woman is next time you look in the mirror, bitch!’ she laughed, before rising off the defeated Southern Belles champion to claim her second title to the acclaim of the crowd. The acclaim of all but one woman in the crowd anyway as in the corner of the room, the Texan brunette Toni looked on, stony faced, as she eyed up the new champion. Maybe a new threat loomed, unseen for now, for Sara as she revelled in her victory over Heather?