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You’ll Be My Bitch

By Wolfboy

Claire and Betty finally meet in an official match

The rivalry between Claire and Betty had come to a head after both had taken the chance to attack the other at separate times. Claire had certainly been the instigator of the problems between them it was fair to say, attacking Betty after her first round win in their number one contenders tournament. That beatdown had been sufficient to cost Betty with defeat in the next round of the tournament, but the blonde hadn’t been slow to even up the score as she took Claire down a peg or two in a stable brawl. Lady Amelia had of course caught wind of the two ripping into each other as on both occasions, it had happened at the Smythe mansion after all, and she’d decided that the only logical way to settle the rivalry was with a fight. The intriguing catchweight catfight would take place then as the main event of an evening of catfighting she was hosting on the floating fight palace yacht. The purpose of that whole event was going to be to host matches between rivals and the fight room on that yacht lent itself perfectly for woman to woman action. And right now, the hottest rivalry in Smythe catfighting was Claire and Betty it seemed, even though they were yet to actually meet in a Smythe catfight.

The rules would be simple for their match. No time limit, one minute break between submissions in an anything goes best of five submissions contest. Neither would be seconded, both would start out in bikinis as if they’d just come straight from the yacht’s sun deck, and the referee would just be there to call the submissions. Both women had agreed there should be no stoppage by the referee at any point. It was on them to submit with the knowledge that the loser would be the winner’s personal assistant for the following month. A stipulation to focus the minds of both women as they entered the fight room at the same time from the sliding doors of the two changing rooms. Those doors slid back into place behind the two women to form part of the lightly padded walls of the fight room, all of which was covered in red wrestling mats. In keeping with that colour scheme, Betty wore a red thong bikini trimmed with a little bit of white piping, her blonde hair long and loose, and nails that were short but still a weapon, painted red to match. She eyed Claire across the mats with a thinly veiled hostility.

That gaze was returned with equal levels of hostility across the room by Claire, the jet haired woman standing with hands on hips, staring Betty down. Claire felt a little slighted perhaps that a lot of observers were making Betty the favourite to win the fight. She would doubtless be out to prove them wrong as she stood there in her white cross over bikini top teamed with a black bikini thong. I had no doubt from my position in one of the viewing suites that Claire had the tools to trouble Betty, if she could get to the taller and bigger blonde woman. First though, there was the small matter of announcements as the ring announcer chimed in ‘This is the main event of The Smythe Grudge Series, and it is an anything goes best of 5 submissions fight with no time limit and no referee’s stoppage rule. The winner will claim the loser as their personal assistant for a period of one month to start at the end of the match. And now our two fighters for this evening. First on my right wearing red is Betty. Betty is 26 years old, 5 feet 9 inches tall, 157lbs, measures 38DD-26-36 with a catfighting record of 16 wins and 3 losses. On my left wearing black and white is Claire. Claire is 29 years old, 5 feet 2 inches tall, 131lbs and measures 34DD-25-37, and she is a former 2 times lightweight champion with a record of 18 wins and 7 losses.’

As the announcer left the room, Claire shook out her hair from how she had previously had it piled up on her head so that her mane of long jet black hair, loosely curled, hung around her shoulders. She flashed a set of menacing looking finger nails, painted in a metallic looking black colour, and waited a moment for the bell to herald the start of the first session. All evening, the grudge matches had started off at pace, but here, that wasn’t the case at all. Instead, we had a slow opening, the two fighters circling, Betty towering over the more diminutive Claire who kept her distance and tried to work out her way in. Her first attempt earned her a stinging slap right to the face, lashed out with some venom by Betty, forcing Claire back out of range to re-evaluate. That pattern continued a couple more times in a slow paced opening minute with Claire trying to work out the conundrum of an opponent 7 inches taller that her, and taking a couple more heavy slaps as she got it wrong. The third time she strayed into range, Betty grabbed her hair, looking to reel Claire into a front headlock, but the jet haired woman surprised her with a slash of the nails across her body. Betty cried out when she felt those sharp nails sear her skin, and lost her grip of the hair when Claire followed up with a right hand to the body to double her up.

Advantage to Claire in the early going then as she delivered a knee up into the body of the blonde to keep her doubled over. Then she straightened her up with a second knee lift, this time up into the breasts and quickly waist-locked Betty to run her back to the wall fast. Betty groaned as she hit the padded surface but with Claire still holding her around the waist, she had chance to fight back straight away, driving an elbow in between Claire’s shoulder blades to put her on her knees. Suddenly Betty had the chance to take that front headlock after all, and with her height it looked to be a problem for Claire straight away as she had to force her way to her feet to try and alleviate the choking effect. Betty recognised that too and used an elbow strike again to drop Claire back to her knees again. Clever from the tall blonde who knew that forcing Claire to work back to her feet was only going to make her expend energy in the early going of the fight. Claire also knew that she couldn’t simply allow Betty to choke her for too much longer in the hold either, and she battled up to her feet once more, this time sending a right hand into Betty’s body. The blonde groaned, feeling the impact of Claire’s knuckles, but then she used the elbow for the third time to put Claire on her knees. This time, no sooner had Claire hit her knees than Betty shrieked in pain though as Claire’s fingers were inside her thong, cruelly mauling her pussy. The blonde broke off her headlock , going instead to the hair to pull Claire’s head to the side, but the jet haired fighter showed she was tenacious, keeping up the pussy maul.

‘Bitch, let go of my hair!’ Claire demanded now.

‘Fuck you!’ Betty shot back, followed quickly by ‘OWWWW….fucking hell!’ as Claire continued the mauling attack. Her head tipped back as she moaned in agony from Claire’s effective mauling, making the crowd wonder if a quick submission might come. That wasn’t the case though as she started to slap Claire hard in the face, and the former lightweight champion didn’t want to take too many of those heavy blows. She broke off the crotch maul, shot a right hand into Betty’s stomach and forced her way clear of the hair pull to get get away from those stinging slaps. Apart from each other now, the two traded insults as Claire told Betty ‘nearly had you there you fucking pussy!’ and the blonde shot back telling her ‘shut it you fucking whore!’

They looked at each other for a split second longer now, then the fight was back on with furious intent as each slapped away at each other with sapping power. It looked to me that with Betty’s reach advantage, Claire was eating two slaps for each that she landed, but she was just about holding her own as the actions swarmed around the room quickly. Betty was the one controlling the action in that way too, on the front foot, pressing Claire, trying to force a mistake. She didn’t see Claire’s cunning counter coming at all as she pressed forward though, and Claire kicked out hard, into the inside of her thigh. Not a telling blow in itself, but Claire followed it immediately with a pump kick in to Betty’s crotch and the blonde crumpled to the mat, clutching her womanhood and groaning loudly in pain. In one blow, Claire had equalised the height and size advantages Betty held; with the match taken down the mats, she took advantage, quickly and decisively.

She dropped into a reverse face sit position, taking care to hook her right calf behind Betty’s head as she did so to make sure she was pulled deep into the smother. Then she started to work Betty’s DD breasts, not bothering to remove her bikini top just yet, as a withering salvo of slaps and punches tested the blonde’s resolve. ‘Noooo!’ she cried out as Claire told her to submit; the jet haired fighter smiled at her refusal to submit though, knowing that the longer she held out, the more she could punish her here. Another flurry of slaps followed, Betty’s moans just about audible in the heavily applied face sit. Then Claire turned it up a notch with two hammer fists to the stomach before she turned her attentions back to Betty’s right breast. Flashing her black nails menacingly for a moment, she smiled as she plunged them into Betty’s right breast, determined to hurt her early on. It worked too clearly, as the blonde’s cries of pain were heard by all in attendance at the fight. All the time too, Claire had her butt squarely in Betty’s face, heavily face sitting the blonde who cried out in pain once again. It was no surprise that just five minutes into the fight, she was forced to submit, giving Claire, who practically had to be lifted off Betty by the referee, a one submission lead.

‘Sorry ref, didn’t realise that the cunt had submitted’ Claire smiled, a picture of faux innocence as the referee admonished her and Betty went back to her side of the room. The blonde looked a little red in the face, probably from the strain of trying to catch her breath with another woman sat heavily on her face, while Claire looked calm and collected. Even with her usual brash confidence though, I think Claire probably knew that this fight was far from over just yet.

A short one minute break flew by of course, Claire perhaps the keener of the two women to get back at it in the opening of the second fall. She faced the same problem though as she had in the first round, a simple one of physics; Betty was taller, had a longer reach, and slapped the taste out of her mouth every time she strayed close to her. A frustrating opening for Claire then as she failed to press home the advantage she’d gained, just landing the odd kick to Betty’s legs to little effect. ‘What’s the matter bitch? Can’t reach with your tiny little arms?’ Betty mocked her now, as she snapped her head to the side again with a stinging slap to the cheek.

‘Don’t worry about me’ Claire smirked, and then she sauntered off to simply lean on the wall, fed up of trying to find her way inside Betty’s reach and instead invited the blonde to come after her. Betty moved in with caution, rightly so too as Claire tried to ambush her with a flying drop kick as she came off the wall. Unfortunately for Claire, Betty saw it coming and swatted her off with her arms as she side stepped Claire’s attempt. Just as the jet haired fighter had in the first fall, Betty now took advantage of an opponent on the ground with a kick to the body as Claire just reached all fours. That had her dropped immediately again, flat to the mat, and Betty plunged down on top of her with an elbow drop, before grabbing a handful of jet black hair to slam Claire’s face into the mat. As Claire briefly wore the look of a stunned woman, Betty almost immediately returned her to her senses with a nail rake across her upper back. ‘OWWWW, BITCH!’ Claire protested; ‘what?’ Betty shot back, ‘don’t you like it when someone does it to you?’ she mocked before grabbing the hair and forcing Claire to follow her out towards the centre of the room. There she grabbed her arm, and after a knee to the body to keep her subdued, she sent her off into a less than forgiving impact with the lightly padded wall. Betty slipped a foot onto Claire’s throat for a moment as she slid down to the wall, but remembering the stable fight and how Claire had used a crotch punch on her in a similar situation, she quickly broke off from that. Instead though, she sent a kick into Claire’s right breast, and feeling in some control, went to the hair to force Claire to her feet.

Feeling in control, and being in control, of Claire were two quite different things though, and the jet haired jezabel surprised Betty with a crafty rake of the eyes to totally disorient the shrieking blonde. A handful of hair allowed Claire then to lead Betty towards the wall where she used it just as she would have used a turnbuckle by slamming her face into it. There was padding there, but not too much, and Betty fell back to the mat on her butt a little stunned. A sly back kick to the chest then dropped the blonde to her back again and Claire gestured cockily at her, signalling that she felt she’d taken back control of the action. Turning, she went for a big splash across Betty’s body, and found the blonde to be every bit as crafty and resourceful as she raised her knees to meet her. ‘OOOOFFFF!’ Claire groaned as she felt the air crushed out of her body by those upturned knees, and she rolled off Betty to the mat, winded. Worse still for Claire, she’d come to a stop just in range of the blonde’s long legs, and she made her regret that straight away as she lashed out to catch her in the side. Now Betty set about putting those long legs to more good use as she got them wrapped tightly around Claire’s head in a side head scissors. She may have not quite held the straight power Claire did in her thick thighs, but Betty’s legs went on and on, and that gave her great leverage as she straightened them out to make Claire moan in pain.

Of course, Betty suspected that a simple head scissor wouldn’t get the job done on it’s own, but her legs had Claire’s face perfectly presented for a flurry of slaps that stung the jet haired fighter. ‘Pack that in!’ she moaned; ‘whatever bitch’ Betty shot back but after one more slap she did pack it in, but only because she’d clamped a pretty tight hand smother on to Claire, pinching her nose and covering her mouth. Now Claire was in trouble, more so as Betty flexed those long legs once more, bringing to bear all the power she could muster on her. She broke off the hand smother for a moment again to crash two hard slaps into Claire’s nose and mouth, and as Claire started to protest that, clamped on the hand smother once again, cutting off Claire’s ability to get in a full breath. Claire struggled and Betty started to whip slaps in to her breasts and body, each one a stinging blow, telling on Claire who groaned as she took them. She started to kick her feet, drumming at the mat with them as a degree of desperation started to set in for her in this second fall. Betty rode that out though, and made her shriek with a stomach claw for a moment before going back to lighting Claire up with slaps. All the time, the hand smother stayed in place; all the time, Claire was edged closer to submission too until Betty latched on to her right breast now to maul it. Claire kicked and squirmed a bit more now, and then she tapped at the mat furiously, Betty taking her time to release the hold until the referee told her to break the hold. A little payback for Claire’s antics at the end of the first fall, and it was the blonde looking the more confident as she went back to her side of the room with the fight tied up at one all. Claire took just a brief moment to gather herself on the mat before returning to her side of the room, adjusting her bikini top where Betty had just been mauling her.

After just under ten minutes of fighting, it was tied up again, and both women had spent some time on top of the action. Fall three got underway following the short break, and now it seemed that caution was out of the window as Claire walked through a slap to lock up quickly with Betty, getting a double handful of hair. As the blonde replied in kind, grabbing a double handful of hair of her own, it seemed like she might have the advantage with her extra height, forcing Claire's head back. The jet haired fighter was clever though, getting her right foot behind Betty’s leg and timing her push just right, took Betty to the mat in an untidy heap. Most tellingly in that, Claire had landed on top of the blonde, her body crashing down to slightly wind her. Immediately, Claire used that double handful of hair to slam the back of Betty’s head to the mat twice. Betty groaned, her grip of Claire’s jet black hair weakened for a second. ‘Fucking slag’ Claire mocked Betty now as she tried to take advantage of the blonde being momentarily stunned by moving up to pin her. Betty held her wits about her enough though to trap Claire’s right leg, scissoring her around the thigh. ‘Bitch!’ Claire complained, slapping across Betty’s breasts as she felt herself trapped, but then she told the blonde ‘you want to play that game?’ and instead of trying to break free, she lay flat on top of her and starting to pour her efforts into counter scissoring Betty’s thigh. It was a mutual thigh scissor, each woman backing their leg power to punish the other as they moaned in unison.

It almost worked straight in Betty’s favour as well as Claire lying flat on top of her, with her shorter stature had left her face dangerously close to Betty’s breasts. The blonde wasn’t slow to notice it either, grabbing the hair to try and divert Claire’s face straight into a smother. ‘No you don’t bitch!’ Claire cried out, suddenly forced in to defence as Betty poured on the pressure with her thighs too. ‘Time for a nap, cunt!’ Betty fired back, still trying to get Claire into the smother. Then she shrieked as Claire blindly pawed at her face before raking her eyes harshly to break Betty’s attacks as she reached for her face. Claire sprung free of the thigh scissor now to pin Betty by sitting low on her stomach where she took great care to land heavily. With Betty still pawing at her eyes, Claire attacked, simply pushing the blonde’s bikini top our of the way and latching on to a double nipple twist. As Claire worked away furiously, looking like she was trying to tune in an old fashioned radio set, it seemed that every channel she found contained only Betty’s anguished cries of pain. As the blonde struggled beneath her, Claire smiled the contented smile of a woman who knew that she was hurting her opponent. ‘Scream you little bitch!’ she demanded of Betty, quite unnecessarily it seemed as Betty was already crying out in pain from the attack anyway.

‘OH GOD! MY FUCKING TITS!!’ Betty howled, now grabbing Claire’s wrists to try and prise her hands off her nipples. Claire was quite happy to allow that for now, confident that she could control Betty’s attempts to get free still, knowing that as Betty pulled her hands away, she was only adding to her own pain as long as she maintained her grip. That realisation was still written painfully on the blonde’s face when Claire raised her butt and dropped back down to wind her again. Then she released the torturous nipple hold and sprang forward to sit down hard on Betty’s big breasts instead, enjoying the groan as she squashed them beneath her ample butt. She was threatening to move forward for a face sit I thought as she took a one handed grip of the blonde’s hair and swung her other arm back to swat her leg with a slap when she threatened to try and swing it up to catch her. That handful of hair helped her raise Betty’s head slightly off the mat now, just improving her angle to crash in a couple of heavy handed slaps to the face. ‘Bitch’ Betty moaned; ‘Yes I am’ Claire replied, edging further forward as she started to look like pulling Betty’s face into her crotch. One again, the tall blonde swung those long legs up, this time succeeding in securing them around Claire’s body. Then there was a brief moment where the action was in the balance. Claire looking like she might be able to ride the attempt, lean into it, and fold Betty. Then those long legs won the battle, rolling Claire off her backwards. Both fighters kicked out with their legs at each other as they lay there now, and reach with the legs won that battle for Betty as she caught Claire heavily in the breasts and belly while Claire ineffectively caught her on the legs in return.

Now Betty was able to lunge for Claire, getting in to a full length body pin on her. It looked like the kind of position an angry catball might ensue from, but instead Betty quickly pumped two knees into Claire’s pussy and then grapevined the groaning jet haired jezabel. The battle between their legs might have been pretty even, but those two knee strikes had Claire in trouble for the moment, more so as she was spread wide by Betty as the blonde controlled things now. ‘OWWWW…...You cunt!’ Claire protested, belatedly sinking her nails into Betty’s ass to bring a flash of pain to the blonde’s eyes. Then she simply plunged forward to plant a pair of DD breasts heavily in Claire’s face. ‘Suck on these you fucking bitch!’ Betty laughed as she controlled Claire’s head by a very firm grip of jet black hair, in tight to the scalp. She knew it was a grip that was hurting Claire as it controlled her, while she made her take a face full of her breasts in the impressive smother.

‘Mmmmm Mmmfffff!’ Claire groaned in the hold, her words totally muffled by the big breasts in her face. ‘Sorry bitch….can’t hear you’ Betty laughed in reply, holding firm as Claire grabbed her red thong now, pulling it up into a wedgie to try and force a break. None was forthcoming though, Betty ignoring the fabric cutting into her as she made sure her nails were digging into Claire’s scalp in return now. ‘Mmmmm….Mmmmfffff….mffff!!’ Claire moaned now, still totally unintelligible with the smothering effect of Betty’s DDs. She couldn’t dislodge the blonde and now tried a new tactic, pulling that thong down a little so that she could claw at her ass instead. Now Betty groaned ‘hey bitch!’ as she felt that, but the smother was winning the day as she resisted the pain from Claire’s nails. It was only a few seconds later that Claire was tapping at her ass instead, desperate to submit instead of clawing her now. Once again, Betty took the chance to keep the smother on for a few extra seconds, before the referee forced her to break. As she did so, Claire grabbed her bikini top and managed to rip it a little before Betty shrugged free of her and headed to the side of the room, pulling her red thong back up as she did so. She surveyed the damage to her top as well now, seeing that Claire had torn the shoulder strap holding the triangle of fabric covering her right breast, meaning she was totally exposed there. She left the top in place for now though, figuring one breast covered to be better than none.

Claire went back to her corner, clearly seething with the way the third fall had gone as she did so. She had a smouldering anger about her expression in comparison to Betty who seemed happy with how it was all going. It was still a fight in the balance though I felt; Betty may have led 2-1, but it was never wise to count Claire out. The challenge for the jet haired fighter though was in countering Betty’s height advantage as they came back out for the fourth fall.

‘You’re finished now bitch!’ Betty shot at Claire, accompanied by a slap to the right breast that landed heavily, Claire wincing as her breast was pancaked. ‘Tits hurt bitch?’ Betty mocked, but then she took a slap to her own right breast from Claire who took the chance to drag her nails there too, delighted at the opportunity to attack uncovered flesh. ‘Owwww!’ Betty moaned as now Claire laughed ‘what? Tits hurt bitch?’

That sparked a flurry of slaps from Betty who mostly used her reach advantage to force Claire to cover up. It wasn’t quite enough for the blonde though as she sensed now enough of these heavily swung blows were getting through to Claire. She stepped in to try and land a more telling blow and instead took one, a sharp right hand landing right on the waistband of her red thong to snatch her breath away. That doubled Betty over a little, lowered her defences, and Claire chopped her down to her knees with a second right hand, this time delivered hard to the jaw. Betty looked dazed as Claire wrung her hand out as she felt some pain of her own there from the hard punch, and then she got off her feet to deliver a drop kick, catching the kneeling blonde in the face and chest to flatten her. This was the perfect opportunity for Claire to keep Betty down it seemed, but she didn’t follow that conventional plan, instead hauling her to her feet with her blonde hair. A rake of the eyes followed again, Claire dipping deep into her bag of dirty tricks for this part of the fight it seemed. She threw Betty chest first into the wall then, waiting for her to turn before delivering a sharp kick to the belly. Again, Betty was briefly dropped to her knees and Claire got her up quickly by the hair to introduce her chest first to the wall. This time, Betty remained with her chest against the wall and Claire made her shriek in anguish with a long, deep, drag of the nails down her back. Betty’s back arched predictably from that as Claire slammed one punch into the middle of her back hard. Then she leaned into the blonde, grabbing her hair as she spoke in to her ear, telling her ‘you’re nothing but another typical blonde slut. You’re going to be my bitch really soon now!’

Betty struggled against Claire’s control for a moment, the words sparking her into action, before she found her face introduced hard to the padded wall to knock that bit of resistance out of her it seemed. Claire pinned her against the wall once more for a brief moment, then spun her off the wall and got a hand between her legs to lift the bigger blonde with surprising ease. She walked her out toward the centre of the room now and dropped her there with a heavy body slam that made the blonde groan loudly on impact. A kick to the ribs followed from Claire, a punishing move that rolled Betty to her front, which coincidentally was just where she wanted the blonde now. In that position it was easy to straddle her back, remove that already damaged bikini top, then move up her body a little so that she could trap her in a camel clutch position. She didn’t complete that move though in the traditional style, instead bunching up Betty’s long blonde hair so that it left the left hand side of her face totally uncovered. Exposed too as Claire used the hair to turn her face slightly to present that cheek for a flurry of ten slaps. Hair blows, each hurting Betty as Claire took her time, making each one count as she delivered them with the back of her hand.

‘Aaaaaggghhh….you….fucking…..cunt!’ Betty protested now through gritted teeth as Claire wrenched her head back by the hair now, the red mark on her cheek testament to the power and accuracy of Claire’s slaps. Claire pulled back hard, putting the pressure on Betty for a moment, then there was a glint in her eye as she realised the bikini top she’d relieved from Betty was within her reach. She released the blonde’s hair now, grabbed the red garment, and hastily wrapped it around her throat, making Betty rasp ‘you cheating bitch!’

‘Fuck off slag’ Claire laughed, ‘it’s allowed’ as she leaned back, the bikini top every bit as effective in choking Betty as Claire’s arms would have been.

‘Aiiieeeee!’ Betty whined now, feeling the choke take it’s effect pretty quickly.

‘Fucking quit if you don’t like it bitch!’ Claire advised her helpfully now, not easing up the pressure for a second on her blonde rival.

‘Nooo…..oooowwwww!’ Betty groaned now, desperate to hold on but feeling herself fading. ‘I….give’ she rasped as Claire released the choke. She wasn’t for releasing the blonde though, sinking her sharp nails into her breasts as Betty howled out again ‘I SUBMIT!’

The referee had to step in again to physically lift Claire off Betty, and Claire still took the chance to stomp the now topless blonde in the lower back before the ref finally got her off Betty. Suddenly the one minute break between falls was looking pretty short for the blonde here, and if anything, too long for Claire who didn’t even bother retreating fully to her own side of the room. The jet haired jezabel wore that look I’d seen on her before; the look that suggested she had this match right under her control now. It was poised at 2-2 though, there was no scope for error from either woman in this last fall. To Claire’s disappointment, Betty had forced her way to her feet at least before the last fall began. The blonde did look a bit unsteady, but that wasn’t always a great indication of a fighter’s well-being; she could be putting it on a little. Claire was determined to find out quickly anyway it seemed as she rushed in at the start of the final fall, getting a grip of Betty’s hair and slamming her back to the wall on her side of the room. Betty returned the favour quickly and now both were locked together in a mutual double hair pull to start the deciding fall. They may have had their hands locked up in the other’s hair but it didn’t prevent them from finding ways of attacking each other still.

Claire led off, busily sending knees into Betty’s body like a crazed Muay Thai fighter there against the wall. It had been a long and gruelling fight, now well over the twenty minute mark, and each of those knees landing saw Betty grunt and groan with pain. Was the work of the smaller jet haired fighter starting to wear her down? In return, she was sending in low kicks to the inside of Claire’s legs, seemingly pretty ineffective. Claire taunted now, confidence growing it seemed as she asked ‘getting tired cunt?’, landing another knee that made Betty moan loudly. ‘You can have a nap soon bitch’ Claire continued, that level of confidence building more and more in the opening of the final fall. Betty carried on working with those kicks to the inside of Claire’s calves though, each once just forcing the jet haired jezabel’s stance that little bit wider, almost imperceptibly to Claire who was enjoying working away with her knees as she banged the back of Betty’s head off the wall once again. She was enjoying hearing the blonde moan and groan and had little doubt that she was getting to her more and more with each knee as another kick landed to her left calf, sliding her foot that little bit more to the side. Suddenly it was desperate defence for Claire as Betty tried for the straight knee lift to the pussy, and she twisted her body quickly to take the blow on the thigh. Off balance though, Betty was able to switch position with Claire, so that the jet haired fighter’s back was to the wall. She didn’t want to keep the action there though, planting a foot in Claire’s belly before she took her up and over to the mat with a monkey flip.

With Betty’s long legs, that move was highly effective as Claire seemed to take a pretty high flight path towards a heavy landing at the centre of the room. She was winded and Betty followed up, quickly spreading her legs before dropping to her knees between them to deliver a double fisted blow into Claire’s belly. Claire groaned, and Betty reached for her breast, pushing her crossover bikini top up to uncover them before plunging her shorter nails into them to maul Claire. That made the jet haired fighter cry out in pain, particularly as Betty pressed a thumb nail into her nipple while mauling the underside of each breast. Effective move or not though, Betty had left herself in a vulnerable position there between Claire’s legs, and she realised it took late as Claire swung her legs up to wrap them tightly around the blonde’s head. Betty whined loudly, but carried on working Claire’s breasts, ignoring those powerful thick thighs working on her for now as she enjoyed another cry of pain from Claire. It wasn’t a wise move to ignore the power in Claire’s legs though, and as the jet haired fighter took a good hand full of blonde hair, it dawned on Betty that she was in big trouble.

Claire made her shriek now as she ripped at her hair with some abandon before pausing to brush some strands of blonde hair from her fingers. Then she slapped hard at the top of her head and pulled on the hair again to make Betty complain ‘OWWWWW! Fucking bitch!’

‘Shut it cunt!’ Claire admonished, ripping away again before complaining ‘let go of my fucking tits!’ as she felt the pain there again from Betty’s work.

‘FUCK OFF…..OOOOWWWWW!’ Betty shot back as she felt Claire rip at her hair again before slapping the top of her head hard once more. All the time, Claire’s thick thighs were crushing the blonde’s head and neck, starting to make her feel a little light-headed. ‘I’ll snatch you bald you fucking cheap tart!’ Claire warned her now as Betty realised she needed to find her escape quickly here. Still she worked Claire’s breasts over some more as she considered her options, effectively too as the jet haired fighter cried out again, still pulling blonde hair with fury in response. Betty stopped working the breasts now, giving Claire the encouragement to really pour on the pressure with her legs, thinking that Betty was almost done. Then the blonde started to swing punches into her ribs, a hint of desperation about them perhaps but lefts and rights crashed home with force making Claire groan in pain as she slowly lost control of the scissor hold. Betty got her head free, and immediately from her position clamped a crotch claw on to Claire, mauling her though her black thong as the jet haired fighter screamed in pain now. Gritting her teeth, Claire lifted a leg, each movement causing her more pain, but allowing her to then send a kick into Betty’s breasts that knocked the blonde off her and to her back.

Advantage to Claire again who simply lunged for Betty to catball with her across half of the room in a tangle of hair, legs, fury and insults. Claire got the catball stopped in her favour now, whipped a slap and nail drag across the breasts, before clipping her face with another slap. Again though, as Betty looked in trouble, she managed to roll Claire to her back and start mauling her breasts again to make the jet haired fighter cry out. ‘Get off my fucking tits cunt!’ she whined loudly, ‘OOOWWW….FUCK!’ she went on as she felt Betty hurting her again.

‘Well submit then bitch!’ Betty instructed her, twisting her breasts painfully.

‘Fuck off!’ Claire retorted angrily, shrieking again as she felt her breasts getting punished by the glamorous blonde. Then she raked her eyes, Betty howling with shock as Claire showed yet again that she was never afraid to take a short cut when it presented itself. As Betty rolled off her, Claire got to her feet with a look on her face that suggested she was planning to finish this now. She roughly grabbed Betty’s hair now, using it to force her painfully to her feet. Betty didn’t get to stay upright for long though as Claire lifted her for a powerful body slam there in the centre of the room. The blonde groaned as she hit the mat and her back arched slightly, belly rising just enough to meet Claire’s heel as she brought it down on her with glee. Then she was back in the hair again, pulling hard, forcing Betty to follow her back to her feet. Another body slam would follow, Betty screaming out ‘NOOOOOOO!’ as she felt herself lifted, knowing another hard impact with the mats was coming. Claire didn’t disappoint as she planted the tall blonde with great aplomb, standing over her before delivering a leg drop, her thick thigh landing hard across Betty’s face in a blow to stun her. Kneeling to Betty’s side just for a moment, Claire told her ‘remember that nap bitch?’ before moving into a reverse pin, sitting on Betty’s chest. ‘Well, it’s coming now!’ she said, clearly planning to move back into a reverse face sit to smother Betty into submission. She wanted a final humiliation for the blonde though, lifting her butt for a moment to remove her own black thong so that she might sit on Betty’s face naked.

It backfired on her though, in the worst way. It may have been desperation, but as Claire lifted her butt to remove her thong, Betty was able to trap her in a pussy claw from behind, Claire’s eyes going wide in pain as she realised that Betty suddenly had her in a world of trouble. ‘OOOOWWWWW!’ she roared in agony as Betty used the hold to force Claire off her, telling her ‘submit you little bitch, you’re done!’

‘Nooo!’ Claire replied, still resolve in her voice. ‘Fuck you….OWWWWW…..Nooo!’ she cried out, determined not to submit to the blonde here. There was a hint of menace in Betty’s eyes now though as she realised Claire’s own thong was within her grasp now. She reached for it before breaking off her crotch claw now, to Claire’s momentary relief. Now Betty shifted her position, both knees planted in the small of Claire’s back before she wrapped one end of the black thong around her right wrist. With that hand now, she reached for Claire’s jet black hair, pulling it to arch Claire’s back painfully, making her cry out again. That was the least of her problems though as Betty now grabbed the thong with her left hand to wrap the garment around her throat. Releasing the hair, Betty pulled back on the thong and Claire suffered the ignominy of being choked with her own thong, late on in a fight that she desperately wanted to win. Perched on her back, knees digging into Claire’s back, Betty smiled now as she hauled on the thong and choked her rival whose fingers pulled ineffectively at the thong around her throat. She was fading as she moaned ‘you cheating….cunt…..I can’t breathe!’

‘You’re noisy for someone who can’t breathe bitch! Shut up or give up!’ Betty mocked her, continuing to pull back hard on the thong choking Claire out.

‘Cheat!’ Claire rasped now, ‘I can’t…...breathe…..bitch!’ she complained, getting no respite from Betty.

‘Submit then’ the blonde demanded. ‘You’ll make a good assistant for me, bitch!’ she taunted now, guaranteeing that Claire would fight it that little bit longer as she remembered the stipulations. But she was fading fast, at the end of a long fight, the late switch of momentum had put her in dire straits. ‘Give up!’ Betty demanded once more, certain she felt more of the fight slipping out of the jet haired jezabel.

‘Noooo….I…..can’t…...I’ Claire wheezed now, clawing at the mat as she tried to hold on. ‘I….su…….I…..submit!’ she finally whined, as Betty released the choke and rolled off her to the mat to lie there herself, pretty exhausted, the winner of the gruelling grudge fight by 3 submissions to 2. She was also the winner of a new personal assistant for the month as well; she addressed Claire as that now as well. ‘Collect my clothes up from the mat and bring them to me in the changing room. Then tidy yourself up. You’re not looking all sweaty and untidy like that while you’re my assistant bitch. Show some pride in yourself!’ she admonished.

‘Fuck off!’ Claire shot back at her.

‘You’ll do exactly what I tell you for a month bitch!’ Betty reminded her, grabbing her hair and slapping her face. ‘Those were the rules. Now get your shit together and do what I tell you!’ she snapped at Claire.

Claire glared at her with a smouldering anger as Betty headed to her changing room. There was an obvious reluctance in her to perform the role the stipulations had demanded, but she’d been the architect of her own downfall it seemed. However this panned out though, it was doubtful that a month of being Betty’s assistant, at the beck and call of the blonde, was going to do anything other than make Claire an angry woman on a mission to destroy her next opponents.