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No Match For Me

By Wolfboy

Toni brings Annabelle to the UK on a fact finding mission, and finds the blonde a match in the process

Toni had made a surprise visit to the U.K. with air hostess turned corner girl and catfighter Annabelle accompanying her. The purpose of their visit had seemed pretty unclear to most in the catfight community. The Southern Belles champions had taken in matches at a couple of local events, but was maintaining a low profile in the main. Something in itself to raise a level of suspicion for Emma. She knew that the tough Texan brunette was never up to nothing. If she was here, there would be a purpose to it, and it would probably be bad news for somebody.

Which there was of course. This was a fact finding mission for Toni which involved her meeting with Bindi, where her purpose was to learn more about Jemma. Given the way the catfight world so often worked, it hadn’t been hard to establish that Bindi was a rival to Jemma. Toni knew that just like Sara and Lady Amelia had been, Jemma was just another lever to pull if she required it to get to Emma. Annabelle? Well she was just there because Toni found her to be fun to travel with, and she just had an eye for details too. She picked up on and remembered things that other’s didn’t always see the significance of.

Meeting in a quiet hotel lounge, Toni was straight down to business as usual, telling the Indian girl ‘thank you for meeting me Bindi. You know who I am of course?’

‘Oh Yes! You’re an excellent champion wrestler and catfighter! I like your matches, especially when you beat up Emma’ Bindi gushed.

‘I thought you’d like that’ Toni smiled at the compliment. ‘Well, I want to beat her up again’ Toni told Bindi. ‘In fact’ she went on ‘this time I want to finish her as a champion catfighter for good!’

‘Oh? Well how can I help you?’ Bindi asked, enjoying being a part of this plan.

‘Well now, I understand you’re rivals with her girl Jemma, aren’t you? Well Bindi, when I go after Emma, I want her to be on the edge mentally if you understand….I’m taking out people she’s close to. Sara….Lady Amelia…..why not her daughter too?’ she pointed out. ‘So, where I think you might be able to help me is to tell me all of Jemma’s little weaknesses Bindi. How does that sound?’ the Texan fighter asked.

‘It sounds great!’ Bindi gushed. ‘Well, the first thing to say is that she is strong and quite tough. Not as tough as you of course’ Bindi smiled, feeling the need to correct herself. ‘But there are ways to get to her. For one thing, I’m going to tell you that she likes girls...a lot. If you go after her pussy or her tits it works on her. I made her cum like a cheap little whore the first time that she ever fought. So you can control her that way’ Bindi said.

‘Well, I’m not above it’ Toni smirked, remembering back to her time in adult professional wrestling.

‘Now, you must be a little wary of her girlfriend Beth in the corner’ Bindi told Toni now.

‘Oh? Is she likely to interfere then?’ Toni asked, not unreasonably.

‘Far from it’ Bindi chirped. ‘She’s really quite a timid little geek. But she’s clever. Analytical. Good at working out game plans and what an opponent might do’ Bindi explained. ‘Maybe you have someone who could throw her off her train of thought though?’ she suggested to Toni, looking at Annabelle.

‘I think I probably do’ Toni agreed, thinking more of the intimidating heavyweight Paislee, but realising that Annabelle might also be deployed effectively enough in that role.

‘You can definitely play on their relationship’ Bindi reasserted. ‘And the last thing with Jemma is that she’s stubborn. So take your time with her when she’s hurt and you can really get to do a number on her’ Bindi told the Texan, realising that a long beatdown delivered by a fighter such as Toni could also work to her advantage in the long run.

‘Do you think she could be taken in by an offer of a title shot?’ Toni asked, a thought forming in her mind now about how she might trap Jemma into the right situation.

‘I think she would’ Bindi agreed. ‘She’s very jealous of my championship aspirations. A title opportunity before I win one would be huge for her. Or if I already have one she would be desperate to catch up. I think she would accept it without any thought’ Bindi declared.

‘Excellent’ Toni smiled. Then she thought for a moment and asked ‘Bindi, you’ve been really helpful, but I wonder if I could ask you one more thing?’

‘Of course’ Bindi readily agreed.

‘You see, my friend here’ Toni said, indicating Annabelle who suddenly looked interested in the conversation. ‘She needs to blow off some steam. Do you know where she might find a fight around here?’ the Texan enquired, while the diminutive blonde looked vaguely surprised at the claim that she needed to blow some steam off.

‘Well my friend Gita wrestles like I do. She might do it’ Bindi suggested. ‘She’s a bit bigger than your friend here, but not much, and she’s inexperienced’ Bindi pointed out. ‘I’ll give you my address, come there tomorrow and she’ll be there.’

‘Great’ Toni agreed on behalf of Annabelle. ‘Catfight though, not wrestling?’ she asked Bindi.

‘Oh yes. Gita is an Indian wrestler. It’s essentially the same thing’ Bindi agreed, the deal set. She was convinced Gita could break her duck with a win over this quiet little blonde woman.

As they left the hotel, Annabelle looked at Toni, laughed, and asked her ‘do I really look like I need to blow off some steam Toni?’ with a raised eye brow.

‘Oh you’re fine Annie, trust me’ Toni smiled. ‘But it’s been a little while, and I just like watching you fight. You’re wasted being in my corner all of the time. This Gita chick? I want you to go full wildcat on her so she doesn't know what’s hit her!’ Toni told her.

‘Well that’s OK then!’ Annabelle agreed. ‘I’ll blow that steam off all over the bitch tomorrow!’

* * * * *

Tomorrow arrived too slowly almost for Annabelle once the decision for her to fight had been made. She had quickly realised that she loved to do it, although finding opponents her size wasn’t always easy. She didn’t mind though, she’d fight bigger girls if it came to it, and hold her own. Toni led her into Bindi’s apartment the following day, wearing jeans, boots and a tight top over which she had a zip up jacket fastened. The Texan was feeling the English cold weather it seemed, but behind her, Annabelle was an absolute vision who showed no such concern. She simply wore a teal blue catsuit of the type often worn for yoga, with a pair of expensive looking sneakers, and carried a small clutch bag. Her hair was simple but perfect; this was a woman who knew, when it really mattered, just how to turn heads. That was clear when Bindi’s eyes traced her across the room as she strutted after Toni. The only suggestion that she too was feeling the cold like her fellow Texan were her nipples, poking against the tight and flimsy fabric of the catsuit. In reality though, she felt no such cold; she was just excited to be here to fight now.

‘Is there somewhere I can get changed?’ she asked Bindi, and the Indian girl showed her to a small spare bedroom. Gita was already preparing herself in Bindi’s bedroom after all.

‘We should talk rules’ Toni said to Bindi now that they were out of earshot of the two fighters. She of course had discussed exactly what the rules should be with Annabelle before arriving. ‘I want to take Annabelle out of her comfort zone a little’ she explained to Bindi, ‘so I think it should be no time limit and anything goes until one submits the match. Does that sound OK?’ she asked Bindi.

‘Oh yes, Gita would expect nothing else’ Bindi confidently declared, before heading to her room to break the news to her friend. ‘Y’all are so accommodating’ Toni called after her, smiling as she expected Annabelle to rip into Gita with abandon when the action began. This wouldn’t take long, she was pretty sure!

That was a viewpoint which wasn’t changed in the least when she saw Gita for the first time, as Bindi led her friend into the room. Toni recognised the look on the Indian girl’s face; eyes darting around the room a little nervously, on edge, she didn’t have the look of a fighter in all honesty. Certainly not a confident one. Of course though, any woman stepping on to the mats to fight had to be respected to an extent Toni knew. And Gita held the size advantage. She just didn’t look like someone ready for the whirlwind Annabelle could produce on the mats.

‘This is Toni’ Bindi told Gita who smiled a little nervously at the Texan woman. ‘She’s a famous catfighting champion that has beaten Jemma’s mum many times. Isn’t it a great honour to fight in front of her? Bindi gushed.

‘Yes!’ Gita readily agreed. ‘I hope I can impress you’ she told Toni.

‘Oh I’m sure you’ll do just fine at that Gita’ Toni smiled in return, although in reality she expected nothing of the sort, now that she had set eyes on Gita for the first time now.

Her expectation was that once Annabelle worked through the size difference, then the blonde would pretty much have her way with Gita. The temperature in the room seemed to rise a couple of degrees with the arrival of Annabelle to the mats. As was usually the case, Toni realised now that the little blonde tended to own most rooms that the she entered. She may have been small but her personality and beauty dictated that. Here was no exception, Bindi, Gita and even Toni herself could barely take their eyes off the now scantily clad blonde. Toni noticed Gita’s face turn into a scowl too, but she was fairly sure she recognised the hollow nature of the look; the eyes still betrayed her. Where Gita wore leopard print panties and a black bra, Annabelle was in white again, just as she had worn in her first fight. Technically it was a white one piece, but to describe it as such did it no justice. It was a white thong bikini, triangle top, both cut to perfection on Annabelle’s petite body. The waist band of the thong though, half an inch thick ran to be attached to the top via two cross back straps. She looked simply stunning and Gita looked totally outraged to be so upstaged by this glamorous blonde.

‘Looking good Annie’ Toni whispered to her when the blonde reached her corner of the mats that Bindi had laid in the living area of the apartment.

‘Thanks boss….just a little outfit I found’ Annabelle smirked.

‘Little being the operative word’ Toni smirked.

‘I don’t like to waste fabric…’ Annabelle agreed.

‘Remember the tactics Annie’ Toni whispered now. ‘Take your time to work through the size of difference first’ she began.

‘And then fuck the bitch up!’ Annabelle smiled, allaying any concerns from her Texan mentor. She had the game-plan down, and just needed to implement it now.

‘Shall we get things started?’ Bindi asked from across the mats/ There were no complaints at that suggestion, so she continued. ‘We’ve agreed that this is a no time limit, anything goes match, until one of you admits that you give up the fight. Would you both like to introduce yourselves?’ she suggested.

‘I’m Gita’ Bindi’s friend stated confidently, not waiting for Annabelle to say anything. ‘I’m 5 feet 5 inches tall, 125lbs, 34C-25-35 and 21 years old’ she concluded, standing with her hands on her hips, looking at the blonde in what she hoped was an intimidating stare.

Across the mats, Annabelle smiled evenly at her. ‘Well good for you Gita’ she said, her Texan drawl less pronounced that Toni’s but there nonetheless. ‘Say though, what’s your record so far?’ she asked, knowing the answer full well, but wanting to make the young Indian woman voice her failings for all to here. Toni smiled behind her, knowing Annabelle didn’t miss a trick.

‘Well…..I….errr…...I’ve had two fights’ Gita stammered a little, as if she wished to avoid revealing the truth.

‘And?’ Annabelle asked lightly. There was a steel in her eyes though despite her pleasant tone.

‘I lost them both’ Gita admitted.

‘Oh well…..too bad!’ Annabelle smiled. ‘Anyways…..I’m Annabelle and I’m exactly 5 feet tall, I weigh 106lbs, I measure 32C-22-33 and I’m 30 years old. And so far, I have one win from one fight. Now shall we set about making that two from two?’ she smiled sweetly.

‘I’ll kick your ass bitch!’ Gita shot back quickly, an edge to her voice that belied how anxious she was.

‘Well come on then’ the blonde smiled, stepping forward a couple of paces. She wanted to goad Gita into a furious start to the contest, confident that Gita wouldn’t be able to sustain that kind of pace for long. ‘Let’s fight’ she said, the smile still there on her face. It was an act calculated to bring a flash of anger to Gita and force her to come at her quickly. An act that she sealed by asking her ‘what are you waiting for? Are you scared of little old me?’

‘I’ll fucking show you!’ Gita cried, and then she rushed at the little blonde with a furious flurry of slaps, swung with a venom that she had rarely mustered. Annabelle had expected it of course. It was part of her strategy although it was a part not without risk as she covered up against the wildly swung slaps from Gita. She was chancing it, in a fight with a bigger woman, one whose friend was cheering on her every swing, telling her ‘that’s it Gita, keep the pressure on her!’ Bindi clapped with delight as Gita latched on to Annabelle’s hair and with one good pull, forced the shrieking blonde to her knees. ‘That’s the way Gita. Get her!’ Bindi implored as Gita drew her right arm out wide, looking to deliver a haymaker of a slap to Annabelle’s head. The arm, drawn back to punish the little blonde for her cockiness only seconds earlier never landed though. Instead, Annabelle took the shorter, straighter route, and punched Gita straight in the stomach with a hard right hand, landing on the waistband of her panties. The initial flurry of activity from the Indian girl extinguished with one, well timed, blow, and Gita dropped to her butt, gasping for air. Bindi shook her head, wondering how Gita could be so careless, while Annabelle got to her own feet and grabbed Gita’s brunette locks, roughly ragging her head around from a position standing over her.

‘OWWW!’ Gita protested loudly.

‘Oh, I thought you liked pulling hair?’ Annabelle smirked now, adding ‘or is that only when you’re the one doing it?’ before delivering a stinging slap to the side of the head to drop Gita to her side on the mat. The petite blonde was quick to pull Gita into a more upright position seated on the mats, again using a liberal handful of hair before a kick across Gita’s back made the Indian fighter moan in pain as it landed. A slap cuffed the back of Gita’s head now, then another, lighter and more playful as it seemed Annabelle was almost toying with Gita. ‘Up you get!’ the blonde remarked, both hands sinking into Gita’s hair to yank her upwards. ‘And down you go again!’ she laughed, letting go of the hair so that Gita fell heavily to the mat on her butt.

Gita’s face was a mixture of anger and pain from her landing, and Annabelle stood back for a moment, looking at her, waiting for her response. ‘You look mad Gita’ she stated flatly. ‘Are you going to do anything about it?’ the blonde questioned her, standing off to allow her space to get to her feet.

‘You’ve asked for it now you little cunt!’ Gita spat at Annabelle, rising angrily to her feet and looking to rejoin the fight quickly. Behind Annabelle, Toni was smirking as Gita fell into the same trap again. Wild flailing slaps landing around Annabelle’s upper arms and body, not really carrying a huge amount of force, just sounding effective. This time Bindi saw it too. Gita’s work was high intensity, but also highly ineffective, only serving to tire her out a little; she was about to call out a wanting when Annabelle pulled her arm back and delivered a fast stinging slap to the face. That in itself didn’t carry huge force, but it was very effective in stopping Gita in her tracks, making her blink her eyes to clear the shock from them. Standing still in front of Annabelle was not the place to be. A fast kick snapped into her stomach, and doubled forward at the waist, she was in a prime position for a front headlock. The petite blonde secured that, then jumped up to snap her legs around Gita’s body in a tight enough scissor hold. Taking care not to apply the front headlock too tightly then as she didn’t want to win by a quick submission, Annabelle squeezed a little with her legs, just enough to hold the Indian woman tightly between her legs.

‘Ooofff!’ Gita moaned, feeling the squeeze from the little blonde woman and she went slowly to her knees, rather than dropping quickly to stun Annabelle as a more experienced fighter might have. The blonde lay out in front of Gita, legs wrapped around her waist a few inches above the waistband of her leopard print panties. Arms folded behind her head, Annabelle squeezed, making Gita groan again. In her corner of the room, Toni smiled at the image in front of her. Annabelle was so confident, she was leaving her whole body open to an attack from Gita who just moaned and pushed weakly at the blonde’s legs. ‘Come on loser’ Annabelle taunted now as she kept up the pressure with her legs, looking to maybe goad a response from the Indian wrestler.

‘I’ll fucking get you!’ Gita whined angrily, her words suggesting that she was ready to go on to the attack, while her actions suggested the exact opposite.

‘Ooohhh…..well go on then!’ Annabelle teased her, bracing herself for a spiteful attack from Gita who latched on to the blonde’s perfect breasts with a double breast claw.

‘OWWW!’ Annabelle moaned, not really in any great trouble from the breast mauling by Gita, but wanting to give her than impression so she would lean further forwards and really press the attack. Imperceptibly, the blonde just eased the scissor hold a little and pushed weakly at Gita’s wrists, giving the impression that she was troubled.

‘Now you’re going to pay, you weak blonde slut!’ Gita seethed with the building confidence of being on the attack. Seconds later, she was blinking her eyes in shock and pain though as Annabelle rocked her to the very core with two heavy handed slaps to the face. The Indian woman was totally frozen in place in front of her, as she released the scissor hold now, placed a foot between Gita’s breasts, and pushed her to her back as she more gracefully rolled to her knees. Gita rose slowly, straight into Annabelle’s clutches, a front headlock taken briefly before she swung a punch into the body and then lifted and slammed Gita at the centre of the mats. That was a tough one for Gita to take given the total lack of give in the thin mats placed on Bindi’s floor.

‘Come on you little pussy’ Annabelle shot at her, reaching to slap Gita around the top of the head as she slowly rolled to her knees. Then Annabelle went to the hair, and a breast grab, to force the Indian girl back to her feet. That just allowed her to cut Gita straight back down to her knees with a hard right hand to the body. ‘Come on….fight!’ Annabelle demanded, sending a slap into Gita’s face again.

‘OWWW…...stop….slapping me…..you bitch!’ Gita complained, a grimace on her face as Annabelle wrapped fingers up in her hair. She pulled, forcing Gita a little further towards standing, then she cruelly lashed a kick across Gita’s body, releasing the hair and letting her fall back to the mat, gasping for air and groaning loudly in pain. ‘Take your time bitch…..I’m not done with you just yet’ the little blonde laughed, standing back to allow Gita to try and recover her composure, and her breath a little. If the Indian fighter had shown the gumption, she could have just submitted the match there and then, and saved herself the last part of the beating from the feisty blonde firecracker. As it was though, she was concentrating too much on simply catching her breath as Annabelle grabbed her hair with one hand and walked her a little closer to Bindi in her own corner.

‘Come on Gita, Jesus Christ woman, fight back!’ Bindi implored her friend, once again totally incredulous at Gita’s evident lack of fighting spirit when she actually got into a match.

‘Hold this’ Annabelle told Bindi, hastily unclasping Gita’s bra and passing it to Bindi in the corner after the removed it with a flourish. Gita was on all fours; Annabelle kicked up into her now bare breasts twice, drawing a shriek of protest from Gita who remained in deep trouble, unable to find it in her to either fight back or just give up. Annabelle didn’t care though, sure she’d have liked some tougher opposition, but if she just got to beat someone up, it was better than nothing she figured. Hair and a handful of breast allowed her to quickly face Gita back to her feet so that she could deliver the coup de grace.

Annabelle stepped into waist lock Gita, lifting her before abruptly dropping her as she delivered a pussy pounding atomic drop. ‘OWWWW!’ Gita howled in pain as her womanhood connected with Annabelle’s outstretched leg. Not for the first time, Gita was frozen in place in front of the little blonde who showed no mercy, but plenty of skill to deliver a standing drop-kick. Bare feet slamming in to her bare breasts put Gita flat on her back once more at the centre of the mats. ‘Well I guess you’re about done’ Annabelle remarked as Gita lay there groaning loudly in pain once again. She would make sure of it though dropping in for a face sit, or more accurately a pussy smother as she wrenched at Gita’s hair to pull her face deep into her crotch as she sat on her imperiously.

Gita’s protests were effectively muffled by the tight and devastating move from Annabelle who controlled the situation with one hand to ensure Gita’s nose and mouth got no separation from her crotch. Then she reached back to claw Gita’s breasts cruelly, a look of great satisfaction writ across the little blonde’s face at the muffled shrieks of pain she was drawing from Gita now. It was over, that was clear; all that needed to happen was Gita remembering to submit. Instead she shrieked and howled, legs flailing at the canvas as she found her air reserves running low, and panic set in.

‘Submit you stupid tart! You’re no match for me!’ Annabelle helpfully offered now, reminding Gita of what she needed to do, even as she punished her. Gita’s hand weakly tapped at the mat, then Annabelle’s thigh, admitting she was defeated, and causing the blonde to release her hair at least for now. She remained perched in her high schoolgirl pin for a moment longer now, laughing as she looked down at Gita, telling her ‘you’re so fucking weak!’ before she got off her and walked back to her corner to high five Toni.

Gita rolled into the foetal position on the mats, racked with shame at such a quick defeat to a smaller woman, tears clearly not far from her eyes as Bindi tutted at her from a distance in the corner. ‘You’d best get your girl up’ Toni called across the mats to Bindi. ‘Don’t worry about us, we’ll see ourselves out once Annie here has got changed. I don’t think that she’s going to need a shower’ Toni laughed, pointing out ‘she’s barely even broken a sweat!’

Bindi smouldered indignantly across the mats, but she couldn’t deny it, Gita had been totally demolished by this little blonde. After Toni had followed Annabelle into the small spare bedroom where the blonde hastily threw on her teal coloured catsuit and got ready so that they could leave. As they did so, both could hear Bindi berating Gita in the main bedroom. ‘You’re so fucking weak Gita, honestly, why do I bother training you to fight?’. They heard Gita say ‘but Bindi, I wasn’t ready…’ Gita whined in protest as Toni and Annabelle laughed on their way out. ‘Some friend’ Toni remarked.

‘You definitely don’t need an enemy if your friend is like that’ Annabelle agreed. ‘She was fucking weak though’ the little blonde smirked, ‘Bindi did get that right!’

‘She definitely was’ Toni agreed, ‘but it’s all good. You got a work out, even if it wasn’t the best. And we know to take Bindi’s advice with a pinch of salt now’ the Texan pointed out.

‘We do?’ Annabelle asked, a bit unsure of how this was the case.

‘We do’ Toni smiled. ‘She described her friend there as an Indian wrestler. Said she’d do fine in your style of match, but its so obvious from how that went that she might not be the most subjective girl on the planet. So we take her advice with a pinch of salt and show Jemma a little bit more respect than she suggested we need to when the time comes’ the tough Texan told her blonde associate.

‘And we keep searching for other levers we might use?’ Annabelle asked.

‘Always Annie….always’ Toni replied. ‘It never hurts to be half a step ahead’ she smiled, already contemplating what her next moves were.