The Fight Stewardess
By Wolfboy
Toni introduces Annabelle to the world of catfighting
After month’s of training, Toni was confident that Annabelle, the flight stewardess who was now her regular corner girl was ready to make her debut in competitive catfighting. She knew the little blonde was a naturally feisty young woman, even in training trying her best against much bigger and more experienced opponents. That was OK in training of course where she and Paislee had worked carefully with Annabelle, showing great patience in nurturing the style of the woman both had come to like so much. For a real match though, they would need an opponent in Annabelle’s weight bracket, and that was a little problematic with most lightweight division fighters tending to be up around 130lbs. Annabelle was 107lbs, 110lbs on a good day, and five feet tall in her stockinged feet. Toni wasn’t entirely convinced that Annabelle wasn’t even shorter than that, but the blonde steadfastly refused to be measured, so five feet she was!
Patient searching during Toni’s training with Annabelle had turned up a couple of potential local girls who had fought each other once, with cheerleader Selina Hernandez from the college, beating student nurse Jaime Collins. A choice of two women; Annabelle plumped for Selina telling Toni ‘I want her, she looks like she has the kind of face that I’d like to sit on!’
‘You’re sure that she’s the one?’ Toni had checked with Annabelle.
‘Yeah!’ Annabelle replied enthusiastically. ‘The nurse looks like she’s a nice person. The cheerleader thinks that she’s a bitch. But I am a bitch, thanks to you and Paislee training me, and I’m going to show her!’
Toni had needed no further encouragement to set the fight up. Annabelle was ready, at least to try it, and she had spoken to Selina and her boyfriend to set the fight up. Fifteen minutes and most submissions to win in a largely anything goes catfight where only punching and kicking to the face was not allowed. Breaks were considered optional with the cheerleader evidently fancying that she had the stamina to carry off those kind of stipulations. The tough Texan had few concerns on that front with her charge either; Annabelle had seemed to be practically tireless in training, so she fancied her stamina would hold in a fifteen minute match just as well.
Annabelle had really only had one question on the whole thing. ‘What am I supposed to wear for a fight?’ she asked Toni. ‘Did they say?’
‘They didn’t say anything’ Toni admitted, thinking it over for a moment. ‘Look, she’s a cheerleader, so I guarantee she’s going to wear some version of her cheer uniform, because they’re always so proud of it. You should wear something to outshine her, make her feel insignificant and insecure next to you. Annabelle, you’re the hottest girl in every room that I’ve ever been in with you, and it’s not even close. You’d outshine this girl wearing a sack’ Toni smiled as the little blonde blushed at the compliment. ‘You’ll work it out’ Toni said to her, confident that her protege would do just that.
The fight was going to take place in a private gym, with the centre of the room cleared of equipment to allow wrestling mats to take up the space. Around the edge of the room stood various weight machines, idle at this early hour of the morning, acting as the only impartial audience for the two women to fight in front of. Selina had deemed a referee to be surplus to requirements, something Toni may have been wary of had she not been in Annabelle’s corner. If things got out of hand she’d make damn sure she handled it. And now she waited in a small locker room off the side of the main gym room, while her little blonde protege coyly hid around the corner getting changed. Toni knew it wasn’t as a result of getting sudden nerves at being semi naked in front of her though. Annabelle had simply decided she would give Toni a surprise with her fight outfit, rather than just change in to her outfit in front of her.
Right on cue, Annabelle called out ‘so…..what do you think?’ as she appeared from behind the row of lockers, giving Toni a cute little twirl as she approached and sat next to her. ‘You look like an angel Annabelle’ Toni smiled, ‘a gorgeous, sexy little angel. But I want you to promise me you won’t fight like one’ she laughed taking in the stunning appearance of the flight stewardess turned fight stewardess. Annabelle’s appearance was stunning in part because of it’s sheer simplicity; she wore a white string bikini top with a skimpy white bikini thong, over which she currently wore a white cheer skirt, slashed to the waistband on each hip. Her finger and toe nails were painted in a matte white shade, finger nails in particular looking especially long and dangerous. Her makeup, despite being done quickly was immaculate, and her blonde hair, typically tied up in a ponytail or a braid was instead let loose in a wild cascade of blonde locks that fell almost to the middle of her back. All of that was set off against a little tanned and tightly toned body to make her bright white outfit stand out all the more.
‘Of course I won’t fight like a good girl’ she laughed, adding ‘just think who trained me!’ she a smile on her face.
‘Fair point’ Toni had to agree. ‘Annie…..you’re ready for this. You’ve trained hard, but it’s your instincts that will win you this fight. Be a fucking bitch to her from start to finish. Hurt her. Make her regret ever stepping on to the mats with you today’ Toni told her charge now. ‘And rip her outfit up as well Annie. She’s going to be so proud of that uniform, so lets make her wish she’d never worn it’ Toni said as Annabelle nodded with an evil glint in her eye. The little blonde may not have fought before, but she was about as ready as anyone could ever be for their first fight Toni knew.
‘Well,
lets go get you a bitch whose face you can sit on then Annie!’ Toni said,
leading the way to the mats where she quickly realised Selina was a good
physical match for Annabelle, and had predictably come to fight in her orange
and royal blue cheerleader outfit. The brunette Latina was bossy too, looking to
call things quickly to some sort of order as she told Annabelle ‘come to the
middle, we’ll face each other, introduce ourselves and then when my boy here
starts the clock, we’ll start. Don’t expect me to waste any time beating your
weak blonde ass either bitch!’
‘Oh sure…..I’m so scared of you, bitch!’ Annabelle shot back confidently, strutting out to the centre of the mats and waiting there, hands on hips, for Selina to join her. Selina took her time just for a moment, then joined the confident blonde. Already the two stood only inches apart, both with hands on hips, both with chests puffed out to almost touch each other. There was electricity in the air between the two who it seemed had taken an almost immediate dislike to each other, as they easy comparison of the two stood closely together showed they were incredibly well matched physically.
‘I’m Annabelle’ the blonde told Selina, her eyes never deviating from their focus on Selina. ‘I’m 5 feet tall, I weigh 107lbs, I measure 32C-22-33 and I’m 29 years old. And’ she added, smirking confidently at the cheerleader ‘you’re my first opponent, which makes you my first victim...bitch’ finishing her introduction with the spiky statement.
‘I’m Selina’ her Latina foe picked up quickly, an edge to her voice as she too stared Annabelle down. Her skimpy orange and blue crop top, matching slashed cheer skirt and tanned body looking every inch the cheerleader. Beneath the skirt, she wore an orange G-string Annabelle would discover soon enough, as she continued her introduction. ‘I’m 5 feet tall, 110lbs, 32D-23-34 and 19 years old. And I won my first fight…..and I’m going to beat you up as well you cocky little cunt!’ she finished, the smile on her face too as she relished the thought of getting to grips with the older blonde newcomer.
Both continued to stand, hands on hips, almost touching as they allowed the electric tension just to hang in the air for a moment while they waited for Selina’s boyfriend to tell them to fight. Annabelle smiled too; she was relishing the thought of fighting for real, something she’d always thought she would never do. She also realised she had a clear view of Selina’s boyfriend starting the timer, an oversight on the Latina cheerleader’s part that would cost her dearly in the opening seconds. Annabelle wasn’t going to fight nice like the student nurse had against Selina, she may have been dressed in white like an angel, but she was a little wildcat devil in disguise. As soon as she saw the button pressed on the timer, her hands were moving towards Selina’s shoulder length brunette hair, so that as the call of ‘fight’ came, they were just a split second from wrapping deeply in the brunette's locks. Now Toni looked on impressed at the sheer ferocity that Annabelle attacked with.
Selina was still registering the face that Annabelle was in her hair, just about to voice the first utterance of a protest when the blonde’s knee ploughed in to her bare midriff, just above the waistband of her skirt. The cheerleader had a tightly toned athletic body that held up against that at the cost of it driving the air from her a little. She was totally unprepared for the second ab busting knee that came in as soon as Annabelle’s foot had touched the ground from the first one, and whether the blonde had tried to hold her up by the hair or not was unclear, but she dropped to her knees. ‘What are you going to do to me bitch?’ Annabelle asked sternly, taking her right hand out of Selina’s hair to slap her face as hard as a 107lb woman could possibly muster. The sound of that was still ringing around the gym as Annabelle went to the crop top, grabbing and pulling at it as she forced Selina to fall face first to the mat as the opening twenty seconds threatened to take her out of the fight completely. It did take her quickly out of her top thanks to the blonde’s tenacious pulling at it, as she whipped it straight up over her head, that action serving to drag Selina towards her side of the mat where Toni was sat. ‘Catch’ she said, tossing the top to her corner-woman, before making Selina shriek with a nail rake across her back.
‘What’s the matter bitch?’ Annabelle mocked now, allowing Selina to crawl away a little as she moaned in distress at the tough opening before flattening her with an elbow drop across the shoulders. ‘Not going to plan?’ she asked, as she lay across Selina’s back, grabbed her hair, and slammed her face into the mat hard. Selina was in a daze, not able to even get out of the traps in the opening moments, and showing some of the skills that she’d picked up from Toni, Annabelle shot a half nelson to roll the brunette to her back. ‘Get used to this’ she told Selina flatly, then sat squarely on her face in the most well balanced of face sits. Riding out the briefest of attempts to dislodge her, the blonde looked at Selina’s boyfriend as he encouraged her ‘come on baby, fight her off’, and simply put her finger to her lips to tell him to shush. And she sat there, looking very satisfied with the opening to the fight, knowing her cute ass was smothering Selina as her chest heaved, trying to catch her breath. It wasn’t going to happen in this fall though, and quickly Selina tapped at the mat, the topless cheerleader perhaps realising she needed to reserve her energy for the rest of the fight.
She didn’t save her breath though, telling Annabelle ‘you give me my fucking top back you bitch!’ as she called after the blonde.
‘Fuck you’ Annabelle shot back at her, picking up the garment from where Toni had placed it and making as if to rip it, knowing it might force a riled up Selina to come straight back into the fight. After all, Annabelle didn’t need a break yet, she’d had the easiest of openings to the fight so far. She instead threw the top of the onrushing Latina straight at her head, and took advantage of the momentary flinch it drew as she left her feet and delivered a perfect drop kick. Evidently one that Toni had worked with her on in training as she clapped her protege’s delivery of the move. ‘Start the timer’ Annabelle told Selina’s boyfriend who looked a little hesitant at first. ‘She decided to forego the break…..start the fucking timer!’ Annabelle commanded this time in her stern stewardesses voice and that hesitation was dropped as he clicked the button to get the clock running again. Selina was on the mat, clutching her face and chest where Annabelle’s feet had caught her, and as a result of that, she found herself starting fall two at something of a disadvantage.
‘It’s your own stupid fault bitch’ Annabelle admonished her, grabbing the hair and forcing Selina to her feet only to send her up and over with a flying hair mare to the mat. The Latina landed almost in a seated position, and was quickly wrestled there by Annabelle who just manoeuvred her slightly so that she would be looking straight at her boyfriend in the corner of the room/ Then she sat and snapped her legs tight around the cheerleader’s waist so that her thighs traced the path of Selina’s skirt waistband. And then she squeezed, her thighs packing a surprising amount of power it seemed as Selina moaned with pain from the scissor hold. The Latina fighter tried to prise Annabelle’s legs apart, pulling at her feet; then she shrieked loudly as Annabelle closed both of her hands over Selina’s breasts, squeezing hard as she introduced her nails back into the fray. ‘Could have taken a break’ Annabelle taunted as Selina wailed and gnashed her teeth. ‘But oh no’ she continued, deftly adding a nipple twist to her attack as she continued a verbal beat down alongside the physical one, ‘you got yourself all riled up about a stupid fucking top didn’t you?’ she pointed out.
A look of relief crossed Selina’s face now as Annabelle stopped mauling her for a moment. Again it was short lived relief though as Annabelle hooked her hands under Selina’s arms and rocked back to lift her before delivering a shattering keister bounce. ‘OOOOWWWWW’ Selina moaned as Annabelle delivered the move, already realising that this blonde may have been a little too much for her to take. ‘Ooohhh….poor slutty Selina’ Annabelle laughed as she closed her hands over her breasts again, knowing that the young Latina had never been treated quite like this in her life. Even her boyfriend was stunned into silence as the personality and fighting style of Annabelle dominated the room totally. Again she released the breasts, Selina fearing another keister bump as she cried out ‘please no!’ followed quickly by ‘aaaagghhhhh…..you crazy bitch!’ as Annabelle raked her back fiercely with her nails again.
‘Yes I am’ Annabelle was happy to confirm, cuffing Selina around the back of the head with two hard slaps as she demanded ‘now fucking fight me you bimbo!’. There was a brief attempt again from Selina to untangle herself from the predicament, then she was hoisted unceremoniously for a second keister bump, screaming in anticipation of the painful landing on the unforgiving mats way before it happened. That impact took the fight clean out of the brunette for the second fall, and once again, Annabelle knew how she’d finish her off, pushing Selina out from between her legs and getting that cute butt on Selina’s face again. The face sit was already looking like her move of choice in such circumstances, and with her butt on Selina, smothering her again she settled in, knowing a smother would soon force a submission. Her hands stayed on her hips for a moment, but she couldn’t resist the temptation for long, reaching back to pinch and pull at Selina’s stiff nipples.
Even beneath Annabelle’s butt, the moans then shrieks from Selina were pretty clear as she felt the blonde working her over. She was only seconds from submitting for a second time, when Annabelle got two hands in her hair and pulled her deeper into the smother, just accelerating that process a little, forcing the frantic tap out from Selina as the needle swung to empty on her lungs for a second time. Annabelle got off her again, got a hold of the orange and blue cheer skirt, and pulled that off her too now, scooping her top back up too as she headed back to her corner, telling Selina ‘be a good girl and take the fucking break this time, stupid….’
In all honesty, Selina didn’t really have the energy to take it straight back to Annabelle at this point anyway, and she dragged herself back to her corner, having been on the receiving end almost exclusively for the first half of the fight. Wearing just her orange G-string now that stood out spectacularly against her tanned skin, she looked a little forlorn, where Annabelle just looked confident and fresh. Would the break in the action give Selina some time to regroup though? Toni was certainly aware of it as a possibility as she sat Annabelle down to talk between rounds. ‘Great job so far Annie...you got in her head and fucked with her thinking, and you’ve dominated her yet. That two submission lead is huge. Now…..what’s your plan?’ she asked, wanting to see if Annabelle had things worked out for herself here.
‘I’m going to pick my spots’ Annabelle told her. ‘She’s pissed at me right now, but she’s also tired. She’ll make a mistake again when that hits her, and then I’ll make her pay the price’ the blonde smiled confidently.
‘Sounds like you’ve got it figures out pretty good’ Toni agreed with her. ‘Watch the quick start from her then take her down again. And Annie…..a wise little blonde told me a while back that a G-String was a bold choice that would cut into some bitch really harshly. She’s only wearing a G-string now….just a thought’ Toni said, planting the seed in her protege’s mind as she headed back to the mats now. ‘We fighting or what bitch?’ she called to a slightly hesitant looking Selina who came back on to the mats slowly, looking cautious. An act, Annabelle quickly realised, bracing herself to meet a flurry of early fury from the Latina head on when it inevitably came.
It did early,
Selina moping her way back towards the centre of the mats where Annabelle stood,
looking pretty downcast and beaten, only to launch into a salvo of slaps as soon
as she was in range. Prepared or not, Annabelle took a couple of heavy shots, a
slap to the face and one to the breasts landing before she started to fire back,
meeting the early fury of the Latina head on with slaps of her own. Skin was
warmed by the palms of the other, Selina taking advantage of Annabelle’s bare
stomach to make sure she landed palm on flesh as often as possible. Annabelle
had no problems finding flesh on her opponent, landing on the large target area
afforded to her by having stripped Selina down to just her G-string now. She
used sharp slaps to her opponent’s cheek too, looking like she was starting to
turn the tide as a slap left Selina looking a little dazed. As she pressed
forward though, the cheerleader showed her speed and snapped out a kick to the
body,, her foot travelling across the short distance quickly to bury itself into
Annabelle’s body. The blonde was in fantastic shape, but that took a toll on her
still, bending her forward at the waist and allowing Selina to grab a hold of
her mane of blonde hair with both hands. It looked like the Latina might have a
little kick-boxing training perhaps as she used that position to deliver two
knees, one to each side of the body. Annabelle gasped, finding out what it was
like to be on the receiving end of things in a fight for the first time, while
Toni looked on, concerned but not showing it, wanting to see how Annabelle would
cope. She found herself swept off her feet now, lifted and body slammed with a
degree of authority by the athletic Latina.
Reeling more than a little, Annabelle was winded by the slam, and took a moment on the mat to gather herself, only to find she didn’t really have one as Selina kicked her in the side. The little blonde moaned as the equally diminutive Latina’s foot threatened to crush some of the fight from her now She was in trouble as Selina dropped on to her as heavily as an 110lb woman could manage, taking an untidy cross pin so that she could get a hand inside the bottom of Annabelle’s white thong to paw at her crotch. As attacks went, it wasn’t the most telling, inexperience perhaps showing as she failed to really put the hurt on the blonde. She mistook Annabelle’s screech of surprise as being one of intense pain though, and continued the attack to the detriment of her cross pin, In front of her eyes, Annabelle suddenly saw the orange G-string, and given that Selina had failed now to control either of her hands as she dug away with her largely ineffective crotch work, she countered. Her left hand wrapped in Selina’s brunette locks, her right took a good grip of the back of that G-String, and she pulled hard, bringing a cry of pain straight to Selina’s lips. The Latina continued her ineffective crotch work though, demanding Annabelle ‘submit puta!’
‘What to you stupid bitch?’ the older blonde asked, wrenching the G-string into a deeper wedgie to cut into Selina’s ass and pussy painfully. The scream of anguish from the Latina told Annabelle all she needed to know; it was she who was getting the better of the exchange now, forcing that G-string to cut harshly into Selina. ‘OWWWWW’ the brunette moaned, ‘get off me you crazy bitch!’ she protested.
‘Get off you? I’m not fucking on you stupid!’ Annabelle laughed, pulling hard on her double hold, ripping hair and forcing the G-string even deeper into Selina’s most sensitive areas. The Latina’s face was a mask of pain, tears forming in her eyes as Annabelle punished her harshly. The blonde wasn’t satisfied with just hair pulling and a wedgie though, leaning her head forward with a smile on her face to nip at Selina’s body with her teeth for a moment. ‘AAAGGHHH...OWWWWW!’ Selina sobbed now, Annabelle having achieved all of her aims in the fight as she felt the energy go out of Selina’s crotch attack. ‘OWWWWW, Please stop!’ the Latina cried out.
‘Do you submit then?’ Annabelle enquired sternly, not easing up on the wedgie even remotely as she awaited her answer.
‘Yes I submit!’ Selina yelled immediately in reply.
‘Good’ Annabelle smiled. ‘Well submit the fucking match to me then bitch!’ she demanded. ‘You’re no match for me, save yourself the pain’ she suggested. Now there was hesitation in Selina, realising this confident blonde was demanding that she concede the whole match to her. Hesitation that Annabelle quickly broke through, wrenching on her G-string once more, punishing the brunette as it cut into her. ‘OWWWWW….OWWWWW….I SUBMIT THE MATCH!’ she screeched loudly, giving Annabelle her first win by a score of 3 submissions to zero, with a total submission to end things.
‘Now
you get off me bimbo’ Annabelle said, rolling Selina off her to the mat so that
the near naked cheerleader lay on her back. Annabelle quickly straddled her,
pinning her arms above her head as the brunette wailed in anguish, worried about
what awaited her now.
‘Gimme a B’ Annabelle chimed cheerfully. ‘Gimme an E….Gimme an A…..Gimme a T’ she mocked in the style of a cheerleader. ‘What did you get? BEAT!’ she completed the chant, patting Selina’s face condescendingly in victory as she got off the forlorn brunette. She picked up the brunette’s cheerleader outfit now from the mat, and dropped it onto her, telling her ‘ I didn’t want this shit anyway…’ and then she high fived Toni as she walked off the mats and went back to the locker room, revelling in her first win!