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The Kitten and The Cat

By Wolfboy

Sammy and Nicole meet to settle the score properly

Nicole had called Debbie after her first altercation with Sammy, and told Debbie what Sammy had told her. ‘Tell Debbie to ring Martine and she’ll set us up properly she said’ Nicole explained over to her over the phone. ‘Well I want her Debbie...I don’t care who this Martine bitch is, can you phone her because I want to rip her bitch apart now!’ she’d explained, the emotion quite evident in her voice.

‘Oh I get it’ Debbie had told her back. ‘Sammy is that bitch that you want to rip apart’ she agreed, ‘but she can back it up as well, so I’m going to give you a couple of days before I set it up. You need to fight her with your head, not just a rush of adrenaline. She’ll kick your arse if you go at her too enthusiastically’ Debbie told her.

‘You saying I can’t handle her Debbie?’ Nicole asked, indignation loud and clear in her voice.

‘Not at all’ Debbie smiled. ‘I’m saying you’ll handle her much better if you think about it rather than just rip into her. Remember some of what I’ve taught you. You might be a streetfighter, but it doesn’t mean you can’t be a clever one. Now leave it to me to get it arranged, you just focus on being the best version of you so you can kick the shit out of that bitch’ Debbie told Nicole, putting down the phone before Nicole could get any more fired up about the plan.

Her phone didn’t stay down for long though; she was straight back on it to Martine, telling her ‘Martine you old cow…..how are you? Look, my girl Nicole wants to fight your girl Sammy. A streetfight, not a rules fight. Care to make it happen?’

‘Debbie you old bitch!’ I’m doing just fine, how’s the family? Martine asked before going on ‘Sammy did tell me you’d be calling….and it’s on. Two days time. I wanted her to have some time to cool off first, so they can fight properly instead of like two over excited banshees’ Martine told Debbie.

‘Pleased to see you still maintain some sense despite all those times you got smacked around Martine’ Debbie laughed. ‘I told Nicole the same...two days. We’ll be there, just text me the location like the old days’ she said. ‘And the family is fine thanks. Emma’s still fighting, and her girl as well now’ she told Martine.

‘Good to hear Debbie. The fighting spirit is definitely strong in your family. You know’ she said, a little wistfully, ‘I never hated you like people thought we did, but I do wish we’d have fought’ Martine admitted.

‘People saw us as these rivals, but we never were’ Debbie agreed. ‘I liked to watch you fight. Maybe if I’d stayed in street fighting, it would have happened. But you know, rules seemed more sensible, especially once Emma was born’ Debbie admitted.

‘A wise choice’ Martine told her, mischief in her voice as she suggested ‘I would have kicked your arse!’

‘You might well have done’ Debbie half agreed. ‘ You know Martine….we’re not too old to find out yet’ she suggested.

‘Maybe’ Martine said, her voice suggesting her interest. ‘Lets make sure these two bitches have at each other properly first, shall we?’ she suggested to Debbie.

‘We will. I’ll see you soon Martine’ Debbie replied, closing the call. She sent a text message to Nicole to tell her the meet was on. Location would be confirmed on the day of the fight. It wouldn’t need a referee or rules. Debbie had seen many such fights in her day, especially in her younger years when she’d taken part in a few such fights as I’d fairly recently learned. She knew that any fight of this nature could end in an instant, or could be a drawn out attritional battle, bruising and punishing for both regardless of the winner. She knew Nicole was well versed in the darker arts of streetfighting, but she knew every woman met her match at some point under these rules. Even the very best had been knocked senseless in a streetfight; Martine herself had been very good, dominant enough on the local scene in her heyday. She’d had no answer though when a smaller blonde had come to town to take her on one afternoon. The blonde had brought thunderously fast fists with her, and had Martine in trouble from the first time one had burst through her defences. Martine was wily, fought the dirtiest of fights, but still found the blonde able to break her down and knock her out inside five minutes. Anything was possible, and Debbie knew first hand just how effective Sammy was effective.

On the day of the fight, Debbie got the message from Martine confirming the location to be a village hall a couple of miles out of town. Thought to be derelict now, the hall hid a secret that from time to time, it was used for private streetfighting indoors. It presented the perfect venue in many respects, the parquet flooring of the old main hall long since pulled up to present a bare concrete floor, while the windows were all boarded up from the inside to give privacy. The locals just saw a team of ladies arriving on occasion, presumably to keep things tidy for an eventual sale of the building. They failed to notice that usually some of those ladies would leave the building looking a little the worse for wear than when they arrived!

‘The idea of the fight is come as you were’ Debbie had explained to Nicole. ‘You two were going to fight outside a bar, so come dressed for the bar, just as you were that night’ she said. ‘Only difference is...nobody is going to stop you this time, so be ready for her Nicole!’

Nicole had been ready, as had Sammy when they entered the hall, the door locking behind them to ensure nobody would come between them and the decisive finish they wanted. Both ladies looked just as they had the last time they had seen each other too. Nicole’s curly brunette hair may have been a couple of days longer, her tight red jumper was still just as tight, and gamely fought to contain her big breasts, her legs looked powerful in tight fitting jeans that went down to brown knee high boots with a two inch heel. Nicole was an imposing figure. A sold 170lbs plus of fighting woman.

Her opponent looked just the same as she had that evening outside the bar as well. Sammy’s copper blonde hair was straight, just about brushing her shoulders where it hung. Her breasts, equally large as Nicole’s were contained a little better, perhaps by a slightly looser fitting top. Her nipples poked at the light fabric just a little again, as they had that night, showing Sammy was excited again at the prospect of fighting Nicole. Her tight black leather trousers merely outlined, rather than hid, the power that was packed into her legs. And finally, she wore the same pair of black ankle boots with a two inch heel. Another imposing figure. Another solid 170lbs plus of fighting woman.

‘Cunt!’ Sammy sneered at Nicole. ‘Fat slag!’ Nicole shot back, tempers already at boiling point between the two women. Martine spoke just to reiterate the ground rules now. ‘You’re here to fight. No rules. No time limit. Only restriction is that when one of you gives up, you stop. That’s it. Well, go on then….fucking get at it ladies!’ she said, coming to sit next to Debbie to watch the fight. ‘Lets allow these two bitches to remind us how it’s done’ she remarked to Debbie who smiled in agreement and sat back to watch the fight unfold before them.

‘Fat cunt!’ Nicole sneered at Sammy who shot back ‘fuck off you loud-mouthed bitch!’ as they headed straight for each other, no hesitancy in their aim to take it to each other. Unlike last time, Nicole didn’t gain an immediate advantage; this time both tried to grab for the hair through a flurry of slaps from the other woman, taking blows to the face and chest to secure their aim. A left hand now wrapped in the hair of the other woman, their right hands were balled up into fists, and thrown heavily into the ribs and breasts to start with. Hard blows, delivered and taken, in almost silence at the start of the fight as each almost willed the other to be the first to cry out in pain as a blow landed. Sat a few paces away from the action, Debbie and Martine clearly heard the dull thud of knuckles landing on, and digging in to, curvaceous bodies, but neither Sammy or Nicole gave an inch for 30 seconds. Then Nicole showed she might be a younger fighter, but she lacked no cunning in there, shifting her angle slightly and sending a knee into the body of Sammy. Perhaps a first slight edge although Sammy barely took a backward step, or a moment to recover, slapping Nicole brutally across the mouth in return.

More punches were thrown, flailed away, landing hard to the bodies again as a war of attrition had already threatened to be the main thrust of the fight. Sammy whipped a right hand into Nicole’s belly, taking a short headbutt to the face for her trouble, although her hand in Nicole’s curls helped her to alleviate the worst of that blow. She kicked to the legs in return, making sure to use the toe of her boot to cause the most pain though she quickly learned in reply that Nicole had boots that she knew how to use just as well. The tactic of kicking each other proved to be something of a stalemate, not that both of these curvy and catty brawlers didn’t try a couple more to test the waters some more. Finally, Sammy took the first real edge of the fight it looked like. She swung a hard right hand, catching Nicole across the mouth. In itself a telling enough blow from the copper blonde fighter, but she coupled it skilfully with a good handful of the front of Nicole’s tight red sweater and used that pull the brunette into a lung busting knee to the body. Nicole was doubled up by that, trying to suck in air while Sammy measured her and clubbed an elbow around the back of her head, dropping Nicole to a knee. A bad place to be against a woman such as Sammy who was very much the kind of woman to take advantage, dimming Nicole’s lights for a moment with a leather clad knee to the face. Then she stood back and waited; although Sammy was a woman with some ability fighting on the ground, she generally preferred not to early in a fight. She was patient enough to hold off and wait for Nicole to get back up for now, telling her ‘come on you fat tart, get up and fight!’

‘Shut...your….face…..cunt’ Nicole said, through gritted teeth as she looked to suck it up and get back into the fight. She adjusted her jumper slightly, restoring her modesty where Sammy had pulled it down, exposing her slightly. Then she worked her head side to side, just working out the kinks put there by Sammy, and waved the copper blonde back in. ‘Come on bitch!’ she demanded, and Sammy needed no further encouragement to wade back in; she shipped a stiff punch to the face though as she did so, well tied by Nicole to catch her just as she was moving forward to add to the effect, but Sammy rode it out so that both were back in the hair and flailing away to the body once more in another fierce exchange of punches. So far though, neither of these two tough brawlers was prepared to take a backward step or indicate in any way that the other woman was getting to them. Fists thudded into ribs and soft breasts, hair was pulled with a ferocity rarely seen, and the response of each was more of less silence to any attack against them. It was clear that both must be hurting the other, but neither wanted to admit it, especially in these early stages. Nicole pushed her hand into Sammy’s face now, fingers almost clawing at her as the hand covered Sammy’s face and pushed her head back. It left her open to a couple of punches from Sammy though, and looked like it might have been a mistake from the curly haired brunette.

It ay have looked that way, but as Sammy struggled against it, Nicole showed she was a cunning fighter when she wanted to be. A stomp to Sammy’s right foot, grinding the chunky heel of her brown boot in there drew the first surprised exclamation of pain in the fight from the lips of the curvy copper blonde haired fighter. As her hand came out of Nicole’s hair for a moment, the equally curvy brunette struck with a headbutt, this time delivered without a controlling hand in her hair as forehead connected with Sammy’s mouth, knocking her to her backside. Now Nicole swarmed on to the attack as if she was smelling blood in the water, kicking to the breasts, then pulling Sammy’s top off her shoulder so that she could lean in there to bite her. Sammy cried out in anguish but swung two right hands into Nicole’s body, presented nicely as a target for her by the position of the brunette. Nicole quickly tired of taking those punches, but she put paid to them quite succinctly, grabbing Sammy’s copper blonde hair and delivering a hard punch to the jaw to stun her. Instantly, she stepped back now, having clubbed Sammy to her side on the floor, perhaps tellingly just wringing her hand out a little from the impact of fist on jaw. No doubt that Sammy was stunned too, but she had time to shake the cobwebs off and get a little shakily to her feet in time to avoid getting trapped down on the floor by Nicole.

‘Fat bitch!’ Nicole mocked, ‘surprised you got up from that’ she pointedly told Sammy.

‘That?’ Sammy scoffed. ‘That was just a fucking love tap you stupid cunt. Or is that all you’ve got?’ she questioned the brunette.

Nicole wasn’t goaded in though ,forcing Sammy to come looking for her while, in a change of tactics, Nicole started to work with kicks, mainly to the thighs, to keep Sammy at bay. It was a success at first for her certainly, the kicks keeping Sammy off balance before a left handed slap looped into her cheek. Sammy smiled, but it was one of frustration at the way Nicole was looking to dictate the style of the fight in this different way for the time being. Sammy loved to fight, and that often made her an impatient woman in a fight, never enjoying a situation where she had to work her way in against an opponent. She was prone to walking into an occasional attack, but she didn’t care; it was all about the rush of the fight and dealing with whatever bitch she was facing. With that in mind, Sammy pressed forward, feeling the kicks from Nicole land on her body intermittently, a price she was prepared to pay to deliver two heavy slaps to Nicole’s face. Then the brunette surprised Sammy, stepping in behind a kick and grabbing her hair. She held the copper blonde’s head in place by the grip of the hair, and stunned her with a forearm or maybe even an elbow to the face. It wasn’t totally clear which had landed, but it was clear enough that it was a telling blow, Sammy stumbling back and losing some of that copper blonde hair to Nicole’s grip. She got away, but Nicole swarmed after her, seeing a hurt opponent who she waded into with abandon, two heavy punches to the body holding Sammy in place as she tried to catch her breath. Now Nicole went for a grab of Sammy’s loose fitting white top, ripping it slightly as she looked to pull her on to a headbutt.

Sammy might have been under pressure, but she knew taking a headbutt to the face was going to be a problem, and at the last split second she dipped her head so that she took the impact on the top of the head. Both were staggered a little by the impact as they took it, but it didn’t stop them from exchanging slaps to the face as they regained their composure. Debbie noticed Nicole wincing a little as her right hand crashed into Sammy’s face; had she hurt it in a previous exchange she wondered? It was fair to say that if Debbie had noticed it from a distant vantage point, Sammy had probably also noticed it from closer up, though she was a little preoccupied by Nicole’s left hand that had caught her in the mouth with a ramrod straight punch to the face. Again Sammy was rocked on to her heels by the brunette hellcat in front of her in what so far had been a pretty straight ahead brawl. Another punch rocked Sammy’s head back, driving her another step back, under pressure from this younger woman right now.

Nicole lashed out with another kick, telling Sammy ‘going to kick the shit out of you, you old slag!’ as she did, although the attempt itself only caught Sammy a glancing blow. Nicole pressed on in attack, swinging another of those kicks at Sammy’s body as she did, but her intentions had been telegraphed. Sammy knew what was coming this time and caught her foot, trapping it against her body, crucially trapping the brunette on one foot. Momentum had taken Nicole closer to Sammy, and she grabbed instinctively for the hair. Sammy moaned, then smirked before she sent a kick straight up between Nicole’s legs, in to her crotch, enjoying the sudden pain that she had brought to her rival. Sammy also didn’t let up on her after one kick, delivering another kick, then not caring that Nicole was in her hair as she delivered a spiteful punch to the face to knock Nicole on to her backside. It came at the cost of some more of her copper blonde hair being lost, but she had Nicole down, at her mercy of which she wasn’t often known for showing too much. A kick went deep into Nicole’s belly now, Sammy almost pulled off balance by the way her boot tangled partly in Nicole’s sweater as it landed. She stayed upright though as she pulled her foot back, enjoying the way Nicole groaned as her foot struck home again, putting the brunette on all fours. And now Sammy showed her cruel side, proving she had noticed Nicole’s wince as she had used her right hand moments earlier; she trod on that hand there as it supported the brunette on the floor, grinding the fingers beneath her boot. ‘AAAGGHHH! FUCKING CUNT!’ Nicole roared in pain as Sammy laughed in return ‘what’s the matter little kitty?’

Nicole managed to force Sammy back off her for a moment, lunging with a headbutt to the body that Sammy largely avoided. The curvy brunette brawler was still cradling her right hand though as Sammy stepped back in and sent a hard kick into her ribs to roll her on to her back on the hard floor, gasping for breath. A brutal blow, but Nicole was tough, starting to stir quick quickly, trying to force her way to her knees again when Sammy cruelly targeted her right hand again, sending another hard kick into it to draw another loud cry of pain from Nicole.

‘Going to fucking hurt you now bitch!’ Sammy warned Nicole in a very matter of fact style as if she’d not already been trying to do that.

‘Fuck off’ Nicole just about managed in reply, clutching at her own hand in pain down on the floor, before Sammy’s boot found a home in her ribs once again, and the fight entered what was surely it’s final act. Nicole tried to roll away but Sammy stopped her, grabbing her right hand and slamming it hard into the unforgiving floor to give the brunette another jolt of pain to contend with as she cried out in agony. Sammy had no intention of asking her if she gave up, and in fact got an answer of sorts anyway as Nicole tried to fire back left handed to her body. Sammy’s looser fitting top took a bit of the venom out of the punch though there was no doubt that she felt it still, but not as much as Nicole felt the kick to her breasts that followed. Again she tried to roll clear of Sammy who still hadn’t followed her down just yet, content to take her time as she felt in control. In control enough to let Nicole get to a position where she would normally have been no all fours, only here she was just using her left hand to support her weight. ‘Nighty night cunt!’ Sammy spat at her before she used a knee to the side of her face to knock the brunette to her back, lights well and truly dimmed.

It was woman to woman though; Sammy knew that neither Debbie nor Martine would stop it yet, so she dropped down to straddle Nicole, pinning her arms tightly to her sides with her legs. The brunette was defenceless as slaps started to rain down on her face. These weren’t gentle slaps delivered for show either, each was a heavy handed, clubbing blow, carrying most of the force of a punch and designed to stun a woman. Nicole moaned and groaned, but made no complaint beyond that, and there was no admission of defeat, even as Sammy started to massage her face roughly with her forearm now, grinding it in, knowing that each movement was only adding to the pain felt by Nicole. And the she surprised her with a punch, straight to the mouth, hard, short and brutal as it crashed home and made Nicole cry out in shock and pain. ‘Give up you stupid cunt!’ Sammy told her, not stopping her assault for a moment as she did so, slapping and clawing at Nicole’s face with her fingers Still the tough brunette maintained a dignified enough silence, but she was surely on the verge of giving up, unable to get clear of Sammy’s punishing attacks given how she was pinned. Sammy punched again to the mouth, slapped Nicole’s ears and face, and then punched again.

‘Stop!’ Nicole suddenly said, quietly in an admission of defeat.

‘Are you fucking done?’ Sammy asked, holding back the slap that she was about to deliver to the face of the brunette.

‘Yes’ Nicole admitted, ‘I’m done.’

‘Thought so’ Sammy smirked. ‘You can tell me I’m the better bitch now’ she informed Nicole, looking down into her eyes. There was only silence from the brunette now, prompting the slap previously held back to crash home after all before Sammy demanded again ‘say it, what am I?’

‘The better bitch’ Nicole admitted quietly now.

‘That’s right’ Sammy said, slapping her once more for good measure before telling her ‘so don’t you forget it cunt’ and finally getting off her.

Both fighting ladies took their time on the floor now to gather themselves, still no love lost between them as Debbie and Martine spoke again. ‘We can’t fight like them can we?’ Debbie asked Martine.

‘Not so fiercely, I agree. But I’m sure we can be a whole lot more creative can’t we?’ Martine replied with a question of her own to Debbie.

‘Maybe you’re right’ Debbie admitted. ‘I think we should go at it some time. I can’t help think of the vicious hair pulling that will happen, and think how much I’ve missed fighting’ she confided in the woman sat to her right.

‘Well I miss it too’ Martine admitted. ‘And I’d much rather fight you than one of those bitches down there’ she said, indicating Sammy and Nicole. ‘So let’s make it happen.’

‘We will’ Debbie agreed. ‘And I doubt that those two bitches are done with each other just yet’ she suggested. ‘Give them chance to recover from this and they’ll want at each other again’ she said, clarity in her voice at the expectation.

‘Oh no question’ Martine agreed. ‘Perhaps we’ll double head with them and they can watch and learn how it’s really done. You’d better scrape your girl up off the floor anyway….until next time, you old bitch!’ she laughed

‘Look forward to ripping your hair out you old cow!’ Debbie said, a smile on her face as she said it, already looking forward to the idea as she went to get Nicole up off the floor. A swollen hand that would turn out to be bruised and not broken, a split lip and a dented ego were the main injuries for the brunette. Debbie knew she’s be ready with for a rematch with Sammy when the time came….