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Jay Walk

By Wolfboy

Sara gets asked for help from someone she would least expect

Sara had been seething ever since Toni had tricked her and had jumped her with the assistance of exhibition match opponent and pro wrestler Anna Jay. That the pro wrestler had then been brutally double crossed at the end of the attack as well by Toni, Annabelle and Paislee had done little to soften Sara’s view of her. It had been quite the surprise to the strawberry blonde catfighter to find Anna reaching out to her, to ask for her help. She was mad at Toni, but she also knew that the Texan was out of her league as a catfighter, just as Sara was. But she had become interested in the thought of catfighting, thought she might use it as a means to blow off some steam, and maybe even in the long run, to get back at Toni for the double cross. Her problem was, she only knew one other woman who did catfighting; Sara, the woman she’d helped Toni jump, ultimately costing Sara her championship. Anna steeled herself for a difficult conversation, and picked up the phone.

At her apartment, Sara was lazing in bed earlyish in the morning, lying stark naked beneath the covers when she heard her phone ring. She picked it up off the night-stand, looked at the screen and didn’t recognise the number on the screen. Still she shrugged to herself, and pressed the screen to answer saying ‘hello, who is this?’

‘Sara. It’s Anna…...Anna Jay. I was hop….’ the pro wrestler began, getting quickly cut off by an angry volley from Sara.

‘Well you’ve got a fucking nerve bitch! Calling me after pulling that shit! It you were here right now, I’d rip your fucking tits off and feed them to you, you sneaky little slut!!’ Sara told her furiously.

‘I know….I deserve it’ Anna agreed, trying to placate Sara.

‘Fucking straight you do cunt!’ Sara continued, the anger barely subsiding in her yet. ‘You know, I actually wish you were her now. I could do with beating some bitch up….and you’re definitely a bitch!’ she told the blonde.

‘Well, I want to beat that bitch Toni up’ Anna said, ‘but that’s not going to happen. Not without knowing how to really fight. I want to learn how to hurt her, like a real catfighter would. You’re the only one I know…..I know it’s a long shot, but would you teach me?’ she boldly asked Sara.

‘Me? Teach you?’ Sara asked now, more than a little surprised. ‘I want to hurt you, not teach you!’ she said.

‘I understand that’ Anna said in reply. ‘I really, really do. And look, how about you do just that, today? Beat the shit out of me like I deserve. Have your way with me on the mats. But then you show me what to do. Think about it. I’m going to fight Toni one way or another, I have to. Maybe if you set me up to do it well enough, it might just benefit you with her as well’ Anna pointed out.

‘You do raise a good point’ Sara said begrudgingly. ‘I’m in the mood for it, so maybe I will do just that. We’ll fight today. Not like that exhibition though. Oh no…..I’m going to hurt you in a real catfighting style. Don’t wear anything you’re very attached to either. I’m going to shred everything you wear and leave you naked, bruised and beaten. If you take your beating like a woman, and frankly I think that’s a big if, then I’ll show you the ropes. I don’t like you Anna. You’re a little snivelling bitch. But maybe you might just be a useful one to me. One hour, at the Southern Belles gym. It’s going to be totally deserted at this time, so we can get at it in private’ she told Anna.

‘I’ll be there’ Anna said. There was a clear hint of apprehension in her voice Sara noted as the phone clicked and the call ended.

‘Little cunt’ Sara laughed to herself, quickly showering and getting a bag packed with an outfit to fight in before heading in the direction of the Southern Belles gym. She would be there before Anna arrived, able to scope it out, just in case this was another of Toni’s tricks. But she would be ready for her; Anna wouldn't know what hit her Sara smirked to herself.

* * * * *

‘Over here cunt!’ Sara called as Anna got out of her car a few minutes after the strawberry blonde herself had pulled up at the gym. ‘Lets get inside’ she told Anna, opening the door and following the blonde professional wrestler inside and down the fairly narrow corridor, knowing that the door would lock behind her. Only regular fighters had that combination, allowing them to use this part of the gym for a private engagement if they desired. A private engagement just like today Sara knew, using all of her restraint to not jump Anna from behind as she walked down the narrow corridor in front of her. ‘First door on the right bitch’ she told the blonde who opened it and stepped inside what was a simple padded room. 16 feet square, lockable from the inside, padded walls and thick black wrestling mats. There was one extra mat there to stand up against the inside of the door to make the room totally padded.

Anna turned to face Sara now, a little uncertain, and opened her mouth as if to speak. Sara cut her off though. ‘This’ll go much smoother if you shut up and listen bitch. Everything you bring into this room with you, I will destroy, including you. I’m not a monster though, so I’ll let you leave your street clothes outside so you have something to drive home in. When you re-enter the room, position that mat up against the door. When you do that, that’s my signal that you’re ready to fight me. If you change your mind, push the red button by the door we came in through and fuck off home. Come back in here, you’re mine. Got it?’ she asked.

‘Got it’ Anna confirmed grimly. ‘What are the…’ she said, and Sara cut her off again.

‘Rules? It’s a no holds barred catfight Anna. I’m going to beat you up. You should try to do the same. When you’ve had enough, you tell me you submit the match. If you just submit, I’ll break the hold and just carry on. Only submitting the match ends it.’

‘OK’ Anna said, before disappearing out of the room to prepare herself. That was Sara’s sign to prepare too, something she did quickly having chosen a style of outfit she expected might throw Anna off a little. She assumed the pro wrestler might adopt a sporty look; may even have considered wearing her pro wrestling gear for the fight. Sara was determined to do the opposite, softening her appearance with lingerie that was almost completely see through. A red mesh negligee hung loosely at her upper body, only the cups with their slight lining not totally see through. Beneath that she wore a red mesh thong that did nothing to hide her womanhood. And on her legs, she quickly rolled a pair of nude coloured hold up stockings on. The perfect look for a glamorous lingerie catfighter. But she would not fight in a glamorous style of course. If Anna re-entered the room, she would be all business, and her business would largely be fists, feet, nails and teeth!

Now Sara waited patiently in the corner of the room that was the furthest from the door, and she listened for the tell tale signs of what was happening outside. Would she hear the rustle of clothing being removed and put on, the preparations to fight, or would she hear the door click open followed quickly by an engine starting in the parking lot, the sounds of flight? She smiled to herself a little as she thought she heard the sounds of the former, though Sara knew from experience that it was never completely sure which was things would go until they entered the room and the action began. She’d brought more than one prospective tough girl here to fight with the same arrangement only for them to take flight. Usually it was the loud ones that did that, suddenly reaching the conclusion that the blonde was deadly serious and ready to fight. Anna wasn’t loud Sara realised; at least not in this situation. If anything she was meek, compliant with everything Sara had suggested up until now. She would fight, the scarlet clad brawler decided…..and she would get her ass kicked.

Slowly the sounds outside the door subsided. Sara knew that Anna was ready for whatever she was going to do, and now she was simply steeling herself for what lay ahead. ‘She’ll open the door in 3….2….1’ Sara thought to herself, only finding that she was out by a couple of seconds, as the door handle went down, and through the door stepped a different looking Anna. Gone were the gym clothes and hair in a neat ponytail, replaced by silver and black lingerie, a thong and bra along with a pair of sheer black stockings on her powerful looking legs. On her feet a pair of black high heels, worn purely for effect for a brief moment Sara realised as the blonde wrestler kicked them off, out through the door and closed it, putting the spare mat up against it. Then she turned and looked at Sara, told her ‘you look nice’, then started to move a little uncertainly away from the door.

The truth was, Sara thought Anna looked nice too, the pro wrestler adopting the look of a catfighter, but she was determined not to engage in small talk with her. Not yet; this was about business first and foremost. ‘Lock it’ she told Anna, looking at the door. The blonde did as she was bid, turning around and shifting the lock into the closed position. Sara moved a little nearer, near enough to see that Anna’s lingerie was a mesh under layer in black, covered with tiny silver stars. She eyed the blonde wrestler up and down, realising that from some angles she appeared sleek and athletic, while from other’s the effect was more curvy and thick. ‘Nice outfit bitch….shame to wreck it’ Sara told her, voice low and serious now. ‘You ready?’ she asked Anna.

No sooner had the word ‘yes’ escaped Anna’s lips than she found her head snapped to the side by a sharp slap, the sound of which filled the room. Anna gasped at the ferocity, then shrieked as her long blonde hair was pulled, reeling her into a side headlock. That might have take things into Anna’s wheelhouse of wrestling perhaps, but still a little surprised, she was taken straight up and over Sara’s hip, and to a heavy landing on the mat with Sara on top of her, still maintaining the headlock. Sara moved quick to start putting the hurt on Anna now, not wanting to give her a second to recover her composure. A flurry of slaps rained in on Anna’s body as Sara moved slowly through into a cross pin position, rather than keeping the headlock. One hand was in Anna’s hair, wrenching her head to th4e side, while each slap that landed drew a moan from Anna’s red painted lips. Especially Sara noted, the slaps that landed on Anna’s C cup breasts. She didn’t bother securing Anna’s arms for now, realising that the blonde wrestler was still taken aback by the early ferocity of the attack. She almost wanted her to fight back at this stage to add more fire to her own attacks as she flailed away at Anna’s body. Then she went for it, realising it was never too early to introduce the darker arts of real catfighting to the mix; her hand was inside Anna’s mesh thong, working her womanhood in a crotch maul before the blonde knew what had hit her.

‘Oh shit! Noooo!’ Anna cried out loudly, belatedly crossing her legs in now futile defence against the attack, Sara’s hand had already found the target and forced Anna’s eyes to screw shut in pain as she punished her in the way a woman expert in the arts of catfighting loved to. ‘Give up cunt?’ she teased, pointing out ‘they don’t do this to you over in AEW, do they bitch?’

‘NOOOO!’ Anna fairly screamed out, her vocal anguish absorbed by the walls of the room, such was the design of the place. She was in a world of hurt in a totally foreign situation.

‘Submit then. Make it easy on yourself!’ Sara admonished her, still working the pussy claw. She was not going to let up.

‘NOOOOOOO! I WON’T!’ Anna cried out.

‘Fucking scream then bitch!’ Sara shot back, working the claw hold ferociously again. Finally though, the pain seemed to spark Anna back into action; she no longer lay there with her arms out on the mat doing nothing about it. She wrapped her left hand in Sara’s long strawberry blonde hair and yanked hard enough as at the same time she got her right hand under Sara’s negligee and started to slap away at her ass. The strawberry blonde smiled through the pain in her scalp, Anna Jay might not be in her league, but at least she was showing she may be a little feisty. It was always more fun to beat up on the feisty ones after all. Anna writhed and bucked as best she could beneath Sara whose hand still worked the crotch claw inside her thong. Sara wrenched Anna’s head around again by her flowing mane of blonde hair, making her moan with pain as she did it. Anna cottoned on quickly enough though, retaking her grip of Sara’s hair closer to the scalp and wrenching at it to mimic Sara’s style of hair attack. She was rewarded too, hearing a quiet moan of pain from Sara for the first time in the fight, although it was quickly usurped by her own shrill cries of pain as Sara worked the crotch maul again.

‘OHHHHHH FUCKING HELL…..SHIT!’ Anna shrieked, anguish in her voice as Sara tortured her womanhood so expertly. A submission was coming, it was clear. It was only a matter of time until Anna’s resistance broke now. Sara switched her grip of the hair again, riding her forearm roughly across Anna’s face now, still pulling hard, and then she dug in once more with the pussy claw. It was one final act too far for Anna to withstand. ‘FUCK! I FUCKING SUBMIT!’ she cried out, loud and clear, to Sara’s slight disappointment as she broke the hold and stood back a couple of feet to allow Anna to get off the mats. She had been enjoying punishing the blonde, but she elected to let her up, part of the way at least, before continuing with her withering early assault. Impatiently, she told Anna ‘come on bitch, get up and fight me!’ as the blonde rose slowly, until she was positioned well enough for Sara to grab a front headlock on her. This was a choking grip, giving Sara immediate control as she forced Anna to her feet fully before surprising her with a knee lift to the body. ‘UUGGGHHHHH!’ Anna groaned, the blow knocking the wind out of her as she sagged a little into the choking hold.

Just as she had been in fall one, Anna was starting out this second session of fighting in deep trouble again, unable to get anything going against the strawberry blonde fighter. A punch caught Anna in the ribs now, while she tried to fend Sara off, pushing fruitlessly at her body. She hadn’t yet established that her best course of defence was to attack fiercely, and Sara wasn’t about to tell her that of course. Another punch landed, Sara feeling the blonde wrestler lean into her with a grunt of pain. To her credit, the strawberry blonde grudgingly had to admit that while Anna’s groans showed her pain clearly, she wasn’t protesting at the moves that were actually causing it. She did mutter ‘of for fucks sake!’ though as she felt Sara’s hand find a different target, deftly unclasping her bra. The mesh garment with the covering of silver stars held gamely in place for now, but Anna knew that a new experience would be coming her way fairly soon; that of fighting another woman while topless. Or as was the case so far, getting beaten up by another woman while topless. That was something Sara reminded her of quickly again, whipping another right hand into her body, the thud of knuckles on flesh audible just before Anna’s accompanying groan of pain.

‘Fight back!’ Anna’s mind was starting to tell her as she continued to take the harsh punishment from Sara, and she threw a punch of her own, catching Sara in the body but finding the loose fabric of the negligee snagging her fist and taking some of the force from the blow. Still Sara grunted lightly as she felt the punch land, and it was a step in the right direction Anna thought. The scarlet clad strawberry blonde moved quickly though to bring the blonde wrestler back under control. Her free hand was inside that looser fitting bra, thanks to her unclasping of it, starting to knead the C cup breasts that it just about contained now. ‘Ooooohhhhh…...oowwww!’ Anna whined, evidently not at all used to that particular type of punishment it seemed.

‘What’s the matter bitch? Don’t you like it?’ Sara mocked, pinching at the nipple as Anna tried to back out of the headlock and found she was very firmly trapped by Sara. She shrieked again, wailing at the expert tit torture from Sara, suffering the punishment as she tried to get any kind of a foothold in the match. She punched once more to the body, again finding the blow less effective due to the loose fitting negligee, and then she howled in pain once more. It was pretty obvious to Sara that breast attacks were a real weak point for Anna, and she was confident that she’d force her to submit this way. Anna had a different plan though, this time using one hand to hold that loose fitting negligee out of the way so she could get a clean punch in at least. Now Sara let out a gasp of pain, and no little surprise, learning that given her athletic nature, Anna could hit plenty hard enough. But there was a difference between the two women; Sara had been hit harder while for Anna it was another new experience as Sara flattened the breast she’d been mauling with a hard uppercut, then followed up with a second punch whipped into her ribs again.

Anna sucked in breath as she gasped at that assault, then found herself roughly thrown to the mat by Sara. She may have been free of the choking headlock, but the rough landing also meant she was free of her bra before Sara landed across the topless blonde in a full body splash to crush the air out of her. Sara was straight into the blonde’s hair, roughly forcing her back up to her feet before a hand slipped between her legs, and with ease, she was lifted and slammed, planted back to the thin, unforgiving mats with some authority by Sara. Once again, strawberry blonde landed across blonde, this time with an elbow drop to punish her breasts and Sara took up a cross pin position again. This time a little more carefully, she trapped Anna’s right arm between her thick thighs to control it, but let the blonde grab at her hair so that she had both hands free to attack her. She rode her left forearm across Anna’s face roughly now, grabbing her hair with her left hand, then she sunk her nails hungrily into Anna’s sensitive breasts, squeezing, pinching, mauling, all making Anna’s cries of pain fill the room. The blonde screwed her eyes shut in pain, tried in vain to fight it, and then she broke, crying out loudly ‘I SUBMIT!’

‘So soon?’ Sara asked her. ‘For the match, or just the fall bitch?’ she continued, seeking clarification.

‘Just the fall!’ Anna shrieked as Sara just gave her breasts one last tweak and then reluctantly let her up again.

‘That’s good….well, get up and fight then!’ Sara said, retiring to a distance just far enough away from the topless blonde to avoid a lucky lunge, but not too far away, so that she could look to assume control again very quickly. This time, Anna was a little slower to rise though, looking tired, but in fact just trying to bide her time and find a way to at least reach her feet without being attacked again. Easier said than done with an angry wildcat like Sara waiting nearby though, and growing impatient, as Anna kneeled, Sara lashed a kick across her breasts, knocking her flat to the mats again. ‘Mmmnggghh!’ the blonde moaned at literally feeling some of the fight kicked out of her by Sara’s foot.

‘I said get up and fight bitch!’ Sara told Anna, enjoying her total dominance of the fight at this point. She was measuring Anna Jay, waiting for the blonde to struggle to a position where she could flatten her with another kick. Anna might not have been a fighter on Sara’s level, but she was bright enough to learn the tendencies of an opponent at least. As she got back to her knees, she braced herself for Sara’s kick, took it and trapped her leg against her body. Suddenly the strawberry blonde’s face wore a look of genuine concern for the first time in the fight, caught as she was a little precariously. Anna struck too, a punch to the body enough to tip Sara to the mat, and the blonde sensed that this wasn’t the time to stand on ceremony; she lunged for Sara, pinning her to the mats. Now the blonde found she held the upper-hand for the first time, as Sara complained ‘get off me, bitch!’

‘Fuck off!’ Anna told her, and launched into an exhausting flurry of slaps to the body that reddened Sara’s ribs beneath the flowing scarlet negligee. It was the wild attack of a woman not entirely well versed in catfighting, but knowing that she needed to attack nevertheless. It didn’t lack in effect anyway, Sara moaning along with the blows as they landed while she reached for Anna’s hair, looking to grab it as it swung and bobbed in time with the blonde’s slaps to her body, hoping to pull Anna down close on top of her. She managed it quickly, achieving her intention to pull Anna down on to her, attempting to steer the blonde wrestler’s face into her highly effective smothering DD breasts. In desperation, Anna found that it was those breasts that were the perfect handhold for her brace herself against the attempt. She planted a hand on each of Sara’s big breasts and used that braced position to defend herself effectively from the smother attempt as the fight became a bit of a stalemate briefly now.

‘What, you’re just going to feel my tits now? Is that it?’ Sara mocked, realising that Anna hadn’t yet spotted the potential to start mauling her. At the same time, she tried to use her hold of the hair to turn the stalemate in to a catball, knowing again that was a situation she was more familiar in. She found that for all her experience though, Anna Jay had that powerful core and she wasn’t easily moves at all. Then Sara shrieked, finding that Anna had finally found her claws, and more importantly, found the place to use them as she sunk them into Sara’s breasts through the scant protection offered by her flimsy mesh negligee.

‘You prefer this then you silly bitch?’ Anna taunted now, a confidence growing in her for the moment as she saw the look of surprise on Sara’s face. ‘Didn’t think I knew how to catfight did you?’ Anna asked now, continuing to work her fingers and dig her nails into Sara’s sensitive big breasts. ‘I watched your fights ahead of the exhibition…..so I wouldn’t look out of place!’ she continued, her breast mauling of Sara suddenly torturous, bringing an anguished wail forth from the strawberry blonde’s lips. ‘So now, you submit!’ Anna finally demanded of Sara, only for the former Southern Belles champion to simply laugh at her demand, telling her ‘to this? Fuck off bitch!’

A look of determination was set on Anna’s face as she worked her fingers at Sara’s breasts once more. She was convinced this was the course of attack that would force a concession of submission from her opponent, and get her back into the fight. The flares of pain in the strawberry blonde’s eyes each time she ripped into her breasts told Anna that; right up to the point she suddenly found her legs spread beneath her by Sara with an inverted grapevine. Her base widened unexpectedly, Anna suddenly found her face pulled very tightly into the breasts she’d been punishing only seconds earlier. While it may not have been the super smother so often used to great effect by Sara, it was almost as effective, bringing panic to the movements of the pro wrestler who had, only moments earlier thought she was in total control.

‘Now you submit….again’ Sara told Anna who responded by swinging a punch into the body, trying to get herself free of the dangerous move. Sara grunted on taking it, no doubt realising that an athletic woman like Anna hit hard enough, even if she wasn’t a catfighter at heart. Sara took it though, kept Anna’s face pressed tightly into her breasts with her right arm wrapped around the back of her head, then grabbed the waistband of her thong with her left. This would be no long, slow and excruciating wedgie for Anna Jay to endure though. No instead, Sara was determined to make good her promise to destroy all of Anna’s clothes that she entered the room in. She ripped the thong in to a deep wedgie, then as she enjoyed Anna’s muffled howl of pain, simply carried on pulling on the wedgie until she was rewarded with the sounds of tearing fabric. By now the fabric of the thong was cutting deeply into Anna’s pussy and ass. She was in deep trouble, agonised from the wedgie and fighting for breath as her face was smushed into the smothering softness of Sara’s breasts. This was yet another foreign situation for Anna as her thong now gave way, leaving her, to all intents and purposes naked as she signalled her submission for the third time.

‘For the match?’ Sara asked, sincerely hoping that Anna had enough in her still to keep on fighting as she was enjoying working the pretty blonde over.

‘No way’ Anna gasped as her face came clear of Sara’s breasts while the strawberry blonde rolled out from beneath her.

‘Good’ Sara replied, reaching down to start the simple enough process of shredding Anna’s sheer black stockings with her nails. She ripped a long ladder in the left stocking so that it would surely fall around Anna’s foot uselessly when the blonde wrestler regained her feet. When she tried to repeat the move though, grabbing the right stocking, Sara found herself knocked to the mat on her butt as Anna kicked out at her. A minor inconvenience for the strawberry blonde who simply cuffed Anna around the back of the head to knock her flat to the mat again, and then put her nails back to use in shredding the nylon of both stockings. Each rip and pull slowly but surely removed the last vestiges of clothing from Anna’s body until there was no question any more; other than a tiny scrap of black nylon that clung almost impossibly to her left thigh, Anna Jay was naked. Naked and fighting Sara learned as Anna scissored her lower legs and tripped her back to the mat so that she could dive on top of her again.

This time the two blondes rolled across the mat as Sara was able, after taking a slap to the face, to instigate a catball, rolling in a tangle of intertwined legs and shades of blonde hair around the room. Anna spotted a chance now, allowing the roll to take her close to the wall, so that she could use it brace herself against, stopping the momentum of the catball with Sara slightly under her and trapped a little on her side. Anna had her right hip against the wall, left leg splayed out to the side to give a solid base, and knew this was her chance to go on the attack. Sara’s negligee had ridden up during the catball, exposing her side which Anna slapped and then punched at, the sound of hand on flash, followed by the subdued grunts of Sara that showed the blonde wrestler was plenty effective enough in her attacks. Sara squirmed now, not feeling like she was in huge trouble, but also not wanting to give Anna time on top to gain in confidence. She pushed her own legs against the wall now, hoping to push off and dislodge Anna. She found quite quickly that the blonde wrestler had the base and the balance to make that pretty much impossible though. In response, Anna clapped a hand down heavily on Sara’s right breast, starting to squeeze and maul her again, starting to bring a look of pain to the strawberry blonde’s face.

‘Submit bitch!’ Anna demanded, her confidence growing a little more as she continued to maintain the upper hand in the fight.

‘What to?’ Sara shot back icily. ‘This doesn’t earn you a submission bitch!’ she told Anna Jay. The blonde weighed her options for a moment, then forced Sara’s negligee up that little bit more, so that she could get her hand beneath it to maul Sara’s breast without the minor protection of the flimsy mesh garment.

‘OWWWW….fucking bitch!’ Sara moaned now, a little more of the pain evident in her voice as Anna Jay concentrated intently on her breast mauling attack. ‘Go on, submit you slut!’ she demanded, sure that she had the strawberry blonde in enough trouble now. Which she did, but it was far from being Sara’s first rodeo; while Anna focussed only on attack, Sara was slowly shifting her hand into position to deliver a crotch grab that took Anna totally by surprise as she shrieked loudly on feeling Anna’s hand between her thighs.

‘OH MY GOD! SHIT!!’ Anna screamed loudly, totally unfamiliar with taking this kind of punishment in a match. ‘GET OFF OF ME! OWWWWWW!’ she protested, just before Sara caught her with a thrust to the throat to knock the blonde off her, gasping for air. Sara had seen enough now; Anna was just starting to find her feet in a catfight now, so it was time to shut her down for good, at least for today. She rose, walked to where Anna was still sat on the mat, grabbed her hair, placed her knee against the side of her face, then stomped that foot to the mat to send the shock-wave of the impact into Anna. The blonde wrestler was knocked to her back, clutching her face before Sara grabbed her hair and slammed her face into the mats to stun her some more. ‘Come on bitch…..fight!’ Sara said, punctuating that demand with a stomp to the lower back before she went to the hair to pull Anna up to her feet. Instinct took over for the moment for Anna as she shot her hands up to push Sara’s out of her hair. Still reeling a little, nevertheless she lifted Sara to try and body slam her. Unfortunately for Anna, Sara was waiting on her and wriggled out over her shoulder. Landing on her feet behind Anna, Sara wasted no time in delivering the telling blows of the fight. Anna’s stance was a little wider as she’d put the effort into lifting Sara, and it provided her no protection against a kick to the crotch from behind. She would have crumpled to the mat, her mouth forming the shape of a pained howl that she wasn’t quite able to articulate yet, had Sara not grabbed hold of her flowing blonde hair. She used that grip to rip Anna harshly to the mat on her back before moving to the side to deliver a leg drop with her thick thigh landing right across Anna’s face. Only now did the blonde wrestler start to moan in pain on the mats as she finally registered the trouble she was in.

Sara showed her no sympathy at all now of course. Getting behind Anna as she sat on the mat herself, she used the hair to position the back of Anna’s head against her crotch. Then she snapped her legs tightly around Anna’s head in a figure four head scissors so tight that it could practically have been a sleeper hold. As the see through scarlet material of her negligee settled over Anna’s face, it was simply a question of how long the naked blonde wrestler could hold out as Sara demanded ‘Submit the match or go to sleep bitch!’

‘Nooo!’ Anna protested, hands pushing and pulling at Sara’s legs as she tried to force her way free to little avail. Her face clearly showed the strain she felt beneath the see through material that covered it.

‘Give up!’ Sara demanded, flexing her thighs and allowing Anna no respite against their raw power.

‘Noo!’ the blonde reiterated, a little less certainty in her voice now as she did so. Sara’s scissor hold was relentless in it’s power, ruthless in it’s efficiency; Anna Jay could feel the darkness starting to creep in at the edges of her vision as she pulled once more on Sara’s legs, her power fading, not really taking any effect on the thick and powerful legs that trapped her so effectively now. ‘I submit the match’ she said quietly, almost as if she were ashamed at herself for having to do so.

‘Are you sure?’ You’re done?’ Sara asked her now, not easing off for a second.

‘Yes…..please….I give up!’ Anna said, sighing in relief as Sara eased the pressure off the scissor hold.

‘Fair enough’ Sara allowed, moving away from Anna to find her clothes in the corner of the room, so that she could take them off to the shower area. ‘Get changed...then wait here for me to come back’ she told Anna, before she unlocked the door and left the room, walking past Anna’s small pile of clothing and her heels, where she’d left them just outside the door.

A short while later, she returned to the room to find Anna Jay sitting on the mats cross legged, wearing a pair of leggings, a crop top and sneakers. The wrestler looked a little downcast, not really meeting Sara’s eyes when she re-entered the room. ‘I still don’t like you Anna’ Sara started, seeing the look of disappointment in the blonde wrestler’s eyes. ‘You set me up with that cunt Toni and her bitches. But I see they set you up too didn’t they…. Well, what you did today took some guts. This wasn’t an exhibition match, this was a real fight with an angry catfighter. One you never had a chance in from the start, but you asked for it as it was the only thing you could think of to do. I don’t like you, but you have earned a little bit of respect from me for that. And you didn’t whinge and whine. You took it like a woman for as long as you could’ she told the blonde wrestler who smiled a little more now.

‘So I will help you, if you’re still sure about it’ Sara told Anna now. ‘It won’t be easy. I will hurt you every single time you train with me. But I’ll do what I can to prepare you for Toni. If that’s what you still want bitch?’ she asked.

‘Thank you’ Anna replied, relieved at the outcome. ‘All I want is a chance to hurt that bitch Toni. I’ll take whatever you throw at me if it helps me to do that’ Anna confirmed.

‘Well, you have my number evidently. So call me when you’re ready to start’ Sara said to Anna, before laughing ‘until then…..get out of my sight, bitch!’