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Bringing Down The Scottish Spitfire

By Wolfboy

Annabelle fights in public for the first time

‘You’ve got this Annie, I know it’ Toni told her protege, the diminutive blonde Annabelle as she waited in the corner with her for the appearance of her opponent for her first ever arranged public catfight. One fall to a finish with the self proclaimed Scottish Super-lightweight Champion, Aisla Scott was the match that had been arranged for her. Aisla was a woman similar in stature to Annabelle, not massively more experienced, but had hosted all of her fights in public in the village hall of her home village which was relatively near to Inverness. Most of the adults in the village usually turned out to watch their girl fight, meaning that Annabelle faced quite the partisan crowd for the first time she’d experienced fighting in public. She’d been jeered on the way to the mats by the locals, and just as Toni had so often found in adult professional wrestling, the reception she received excited her rather than intimidating her.

‘I’m going to wreck this bitch in front of all of her friends’ Annabelle smiled to Toni. ‘And I fucking hate redheads!’ she pointed out, bringing a smile to the tough Texan’s face.

‘Good girl’ Toni smirked. ‘You know what to do. Every time you get chance really lay into the bitch. She won’t be able to take it.’

Annabelle didn’t answer Toni; her eyes were fixed on Aisla as she cut her way through the crowd who of course cheered her. The redhead wore a tiny red tartan mini skirt and a white blouse at the moment. She was athletic Annabelle already knew, confirming that as she caught sight of the redhead’s strong thighs, courtesy of a career of amateur bike riding, another field in which she had excelled. The lithe blonde knew that she’d have to stay away from Aisla’s legs if it was possible in this one submission fight.

Now Aisla reached the mats at the centre of the room, bordered closely by the first row of the crowd from the village, and Annabelle eyed her at closer quarters. The redhead was a perfect match for her physically in most ways. She looked a little stronger than the blonde, maybe a handful of points heavier, but given Annabelle’s diminutive stature, she was about as close a match as she was likely to get. The stats would be confirmed soon enough by the referee before the fight, but Annabelle trusted her eye; Aisla was made for her. Now the referee was at the centre of the mat. A local woman but one that Toni and Annabelle were very satisfied would call it fairly. She addressed the crowd now. ‘Ladies, gentlemen, this is a one submission to a finish challenge catfight. It’s no holds barred with no time limit and no breaks in the action. First our visitor is from Dallas, Texas, this is Annabelle. She is 5 feet tall, weighs 106lbs is 31 years old and measures 32C-22-33 with a record of two wins.’ Once again the crowd actually booed the gorgeous Texan with the flowing blonde hair as she smiled at them from her corner. Their jeers gave her the energy she needed to destroy their girl right here in front of them. And then the cheers started for Aisla even before she was introduced. ‘And her opponent, now residing in Inverness is the Scottish Super-lightweight Champion, the Scottish Spitfire! Aisla Scott!! Aisla is 5 feet 1 inch tall, 110lbs and measures 32B-23-34, she is 27 years old and has 4 wins without defeat.’

The crowd was fired up for the redhead as the home-town girl, but Annabelle looked across the mats with a puzzled look on her face. ‘Hey champ!’ she shouted across to Aisla. ‘Where’s your title belt, slut?’ she enquired, as Aisla carried no such belt with her.

‘I don’t need no belt to beat you lassie!’ Aisla shot back, her accent thick as she continued on to tell Annabelle ‘now get your wee dress off and lets fight!’

‘Say what?’ Annabelle asked, knowing well enough what Aisla had said to her, but playing on the thick accent for a moment. Aisla just glared across at her and then started to strip off to fight. ‘Oh!’ Annabelle smirked, ‘you mean get ready to fight! OK!’ she laughed. Aisla was already well on the way to being ready, her red tartan mini skirt removed with a flourish and swirled to the crowd near to the edge of the mats to show that she wore a blue thong in the colour of the Scottish Saltire, She went on to unbutton her blouse, and reveal that she was also wearing a white satin bra. Still, as Aisla stood ready, Annabelle still hadn’t moved to remove her navy blue dress, instead smiling across the mats at Aisla. She wanted all eyes on her when she stripped because she knew for sure that she was the hottest little thing they’d even seen in this place. Aisla was very pretty, Annabelle was, by her own admission, completely stunning. Now she dropped her dress to the floor, taking the shoulder straps down and then shimmying so that it fell from her body to pool at her feet. She wore a one piece swimsuit technically, though in truth the brilliant white garment was more revealing that any bikini might have been. It was little more than a thong with two thick shoulder straps running off it’s waistband, and as those shoulder straps reached her breasts, they split into two thin straps that went either side of each breast, framing them so that she would fight topless. There was a gasp, a murmur of approval around the room as the white against Annabelle’s finely toned and tanned body stood out. Annabelle adjusted the crotch of her suit, making sure the snap fastening there was comfortable, then smiled at the Scot, drawling ‘well, let’s rassle then!’

‘You’re nought but a cheap slut!’ Aisla shot across the mats at the tiny barefoot Texan while the referee called fight, and she moved from her corner.

Annabelle flicked her dress to Toni with her right foot, and followed suit, firing back ‘ma’am, you sure are gonna have to speak a lot clearer, I don’t what the hell y’all are saying round here!’ as she circled. Then she ignited the temper of the Scottish Spitfire by remarking ‘I don’t know…..maybe y’all are dumb around here, because I can’t understand you. SHALL...I...SPEAK….SLOWER...FOR….Y’ALL…..EUUUFFHHHH!’ she finished as she felt Aisla’s right hand bury deep in her scalp, wrenching her head forward and down as she pulled her right to the centre of the mats. She also pulled Annabelle right into range to strike with a left and right to the body. Those punches went in right on the waistband of the Scottish woman’s blue thong, snatching the air from her even as she looked to wrestle by reeling Annabelle into a headlock. The blonde had no interest in wrestling though, not just yet at least, and she stamped the barefoot of her redheaded opponent before she jammed an elbow into her side and got free.

She didn’t circle away from Aisla yet though, instead unloading a flurry of furious slaps to the head and face that forced the Scottish redhead into a period of semi dazed defence. That ended when Annabelle landed a good slap to the top of her head and used that to grip her red hair firmly and throw her across the mats to a heavy landing. The crowd jeered her for her impressive opening; Annabelle smiled, gave them a little mocking bow and then set off after Aisla. Now it was she with a hand buried deep in her rival#s flame red locks, bringing her to her feet, and paying a price as a right hand sawed into her body to stop her in her tracks. A resounding slap to the right breast echoed around the room as Aisla delivered it on the rise telling Annabelle ‘that’s what you get for fighting like a cheap slut!’ before a hard slap to the cheek sent the blonde Texan wheeling away. Aisla was quick and she was after Annabelle straight away and she used her long blonde hair to reel her into the side headlock again. Before the Texan had chance to react to that, she was knocked to her butt on the mat by a sharp flat handed blow to the face that caught her in the nose. Blinking that pain away, she was still down as Aisla sunk her hand into her blonde hair again to pull her to her feet, but then it was the redhead who reeled away in surprise as Annabelle caught her with a crotch punch. It didn’t land with force, wasn’t totally accurate, but it did put Aisla on the back-foot, allowing Annabelle to rise.

Toni looked on with interest from the corner. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen Annabelle fight of course, but that shot to the face had been the first time she’d really taken a heavy blow in a match. She was pleased to see that while clearly a little startled, her protege had reacted well to land the next blow of the fight. As both women circled each other now, it soon became clear that any kind of feeling out process between the two was over.

Annabelle roared with fury, matched be two rushed into each other in a flurry of stinging slaps. Some landed, some swung through thin air, close to their targets. Other slaps fell seemingly harmlessly around the shoulders and upper arms, but these were two women who tried to make everything count, dragging their nails on each otherwise ineffective shot. A furious exchange, it lasted fully thirty seconds, with no real thoughts of defence from either. It only ended when it looked like Aisla had rocked Annabelle with two stinging slaps to the cheek, rocking her head left then right. As she moved in, cocking her first as if she might slam it into Annabelle’s pretty face, she suddenly reeled, shrieking in shock as the blonde raked her eyes. Instead then, it was the Texan who landed the first big punch of the fight, sending a right hand into Aisla’s mouth, to snap her head back. Taking advantage of that momentary edge as Aisla staggered back a pace, Annabelle simply tackled her, grabbing both legs and driving with her diminutive frame to dump Aisla on her backside. With an opponent grounded now, it may have presented the chance to grapple, but Annabelle wasn’t looking for that just yet, instead slashing her nails across Aisla’s stomach as she realised the Scot, pawing at her mouth, was unlikely to be able to defend it.

That proved to be true, at least physically as Aisla cried out ‘fucking bitch!’ as she felt the sharp nails, but she didn’t protest against the move itself. She was too busy for that, desperately blocking Annabelle’s kick aimed at her breasts, then using her grip of Annabelle’s left to twist the blonde to the mat with her. Annabelle fell at Aisla’s feet and paid for that misfortune quickly as she felt the Scotswoman’s feet hitting her body quickly before she controlled them with nails dug into each calf for a moment. A stalemate, both women lying on the mat and unable to attack the other with any real note. It was a situation which suited the style of neither woman, and there was almost an agreement between the two, each electing to roll clear and get hastily back to their feet to continue the fight standing.

Although they may have rolled apart, they didn’t stay apart for more than a handful of seconds, to the delight of the crowd. This time it was a double handful of hair from both women as each tried to steer the other around the mats, head forced back and nails close in to the scalp. Annabelle kicked to the lower leg of the redhead, and immediately took one in return from Aisla, delivered with snap to the thigh. ‘Bitch’ Annabelle complained and kicked her again, this time also going to the thigh. ‘Fuck you’ Aisla shot back and caught Annabelle with another kick, this time targeting the inner thigh. It may have been that Aisla was trying to set Annabelle up for a cunt punt, but the diminutive Texan was wise to that plan. Instead of pulling away, she pressed in close to the Scot, denying her the space to rear her foot back and kick her. Now knees were the name of the game, delivered from close range almost Muay Thai style from each woman as they went on to the attack without much thought of defending themselves again. The knees thudded into the little bodies dully, the noise of each blow heard clearly enough by the crowd who were watching the action intently now. Suddenly it was Annabelle back in trouble, caught ironically by a straight knee to the body, a move which her mentor Toni had used so effectively in the past.

She groaned, the colour draining from her face for a moment, and she tried to pull away only to find that she was anchored into place by her hair. ‘No so fast, you wee cunt!’ Aisla shot at her, delivering a short headbutt to the blonde’s mouth, it’s effect limited to a degree by the blonde’s grip of her hair still, and then she jumped up, still with hands in Annabelle’s hair to body scissor her. Annabelle groaned, finding herself trapped in that exact situation she’d noted not wanting to be in at the outset. The crowd stirred, making Annabelle realise that this scissor hold must be a favoured one of the redhead. She tensed her abs, knowing that as the strong thighs cut into her body, it would buy her some time at least. But she still moaned with pain as she felt the power of the scissor hold, coming so soon after that gut busting knee. Her eyes betrayed her pain and Toni looked on with some concern, wondering how her girl would cope with this attack now.

For now, she stayed on her feet, carrying the extra weight of Aisla with her as she looked a little stumped for what she should do next. Then she realised that Aisla was hurting her, her scalp burning and the legs digging into her body to try and cut off her air, and she realised she wanted to hurt Aisla too. She had kept both hands sunk into the redhead’s hair for now, not really delivering much in the way of pain. Now, as she winced in pain herself, she ripped fiercely at Aisla’s red locks with her left hand, while she moved her right beneath the bottom of the Scotswoman’s bra, and hungrily sunk her nails into her pert breasts. ‘Aaaagggooowwwww!’ the redhead whined as she felt that, and it seemed Annabelle had struck the home run that she’d needed in this situation. She taunted ‘surprised you can feel it with those gnat bites bitch!’ earning herself a long squeeze with the power packed thighs of the Scot. ‘Mmmmmnnnggghhhh!’ Annabelle groaned long and loud at that, but then she laughed and added ‘squeeze me harder bitch, I like it!’

‘Sure, it sounds like it…...OWWWW! FUCKING CUNT!’ Aisla shot back, Annabelle’s fingers extracting a cry of pain from the redhead as she continued to work her breasts. Both women were in a degree of hurt, each working hard on the other, and trying to deny the trouble they felt themselves. And then Annabelle showed an experience beyond her two and a bit fights so far, as she dropped to her own knees suddenly and planted Aisla there to the mats. It was a slam of sorts, highly effective as it weakened Aisla’s tight scissor hold, not quite to the point of breaking it totally, but allowing Annabelle to suck in some air a little easier. Quickly she switched the focus of her attack, applying a cruel double stomach claw with both hands, some of her fingers inside the waistband of the redhead’s thong. Annabelle knew it would stop Aisla from really reasserting her powerful scissors while her fingers searched those abs vicariously for any weakness. ‘Aaaaggghhhhh….oowwww….you little bitch!’ Aisla complained, still maintaining what she could of her death grip on Annabelle’s flowing blonde hair. Then she surprised the blonde with a stinging slap to the face before taking advantage of Annabelle essentially being topless to latch on to her left nipple, twisting and pulling it. Still with a hand in her hair, Annabelle moaned ‘oowwww, you slut!’ at that pain while Aisla quickly shot back at her ‘Slut? Your the slut fighting with your tits out girl!’

‘Aagghhhh!’ Annabelle moaned, softly enough but clearly feeling it as Aisla ripped at her breasts and hair with enthusiasm now. But despite the pain set in her eyes, there was no thought of quitting there. There was just pain and anger as she continued to work on the stomach claw before there was a look of clarity in her eyes as a plan formed. She delivered a shuddering forearm smash across the breasts of Aisla, laughing as she told her ‘going to flatten those little tits even more!’ as she delivered a second smash in follow up. Aisla’s holds were broken, she was winded, and Annabelle got up pretty quickly, still not sure that she wanted to wrestle with the redhead. ‘Get up and fight bitch!’ she told Aisla now, simultaneously delivering a kick to her ribs that pretty much guaranteed she wasn’t going to comply with that demand. Now the blonde stood back half a pace, letting Aisla struggle to catch her breath, listening to the crowd encouraging their home-town girl to get up and take it back to this American bitch. Then Annabelle kicked her again, hard, in the side just as Aisla started to gather her senses and try to get up. The crowd jeered her now, mixed in with the encouragement for Aisla and she understood even more how Toni much have loved her time fighting in adult pro in front of a hostile crowd. The sound of her opponent gasping for breath mixed in with the abuse of the crowd aimed at her excited her, it was music to her ears. She measured Aisla once more, taking aim to keep kicking the fight out of the redhead at this point of the match, sure that victory was looming in her sights. She reared her foot back as Aisla started to rise, this time aiming for a kick into the breasts that landed, but also saw her foot captured by the redhead.

Now the fight was back in the balance as Aisla used that grip to twist Annabelle to the mat. Although the blonde managed to direct her body to land on Aisla with an elbow of sorts around the back of the head, she let out a shriek of anguish as she fell, clutching at her right ankle, apparently in some pain from the twist and fall. Suddenly the pendulum had swung back into the favour of Aisla despite the kicking she’d just taken, and she looked to reply in kind, albeit with a more cautious prod of the foot in to Annabelle’s ribs. ‘OWWW…..OOOOHHHHH!’ the blonde moaned, not from that cautious kick, but clutching at her ankle still. Aisla shrugged, not really caring and knowing that there was still a fight to be won here. She regularly finished off her opponents with a big splash across the body before she would float around to catch them in a reverse ‘69’ head scissors hold. Then her fists would do the rest, hammering her opponent’s body in to submission if she was unable to squeeze them to that point with her thighs.

She went for the splash, getting good height on her jump to the excitement of the crowd. And then that excitement turned to cries of concern. On her approach to Annabelle, the landing site changed beyond recognition for the Scottish Spitfire, from the flat surface of an outstretched blonde, to unwelcoming peaks raised by the blonde’s upturned knees. The groan of the flying Scotswoman was clear to all as she landed on Annabelle’s knees, and the little blonde laughed as Aisla rolled away on the mat, her feet pumping up and down and the gasps of air coming short and sharp for her. The crowd jeered for Annabelle again evidently not liking the way she’d set their girl up, and she laughed louder, loving being the centre of their attention now. She also had no intention of letting Aisla regain her breath now, sending a stomp to her belly, then dropping on to her in an altogether more successful manner, so that she sat on her stomach. Annabelle may have only been 106lbs, but it was enough, sat squarely on the stomach of another similar sized woman who was winded to stop her catching her breath. Then the slaps started to rain down on Aisla’s face, each one a crisp, stinging, blow targeted to cause maximum pain for each that landed. Aisla belatedly moved her arms to defend as best she could now, but that simply allowed Annabelle to shift her focus and send the slaps into Aisla’s breasts now, giving the redhead a new problem to worry about. ‘You bitch’ she moaned quietly, now trying to throw her own slaps but thanks to her collision with Annabelle’s knees, she had no real energy, her blows just bouncing off Annabelle’s lithe body to little avail.

‘Hit me harder bitch, I fucking like it!’ Annabelle implored, before doing just that to her rival here, delivering heavy slaps to breast and face that seemed to take the fight out of her.

‘Well?’ Annabelle demanded now. ‘Submit?’

‘Fuck you!’ Aisla shot back weakly

‘Well….looking at the state of the ugly fuckers in the crowd, you’d probably like that!’ Annabelle mocked her now, allowing Aisla to squirm and wriggle beneath her just a little while she simply resorted to clawing at her breasts beneath her white bra. ‘UNNGGHHHH!’ the redhead cried loudly in pain now. And the she found that she had a gorgeous 106lb blonde sat squarely on her face, wiggling her cute ass back and forth as she used it to slowly smother the redhead.

‘Now’ Annabelle said, her voice firmer now. ‘Do you submit this match?’

‘Mmmmffff!’ Came the reply from Aisla with the referee listening in closely. Apparently it hadn’t been a cry of submission it seemed as Annabelle stayed in place and the crowd stayed silent, hoping now rather than expecting that Aisla could somehow turn this around.

‘Can’t hear you bitch!’ Annabelle teased loudly, adding ‘submit!’

‘Mmmfffff…...mmffgghhhh!’ came the cry from Aisla this time, the words unclear, but the intonation to suggest she had submitted to the referee who called for a break. Annabelle stayed in place a moment longer though, telling the ref ‘I didn’t hear it?’ before asking Aisla ‘did you submit?’ as she eased up just a little to allow her to confirm ‘yes!’

‘Well, that’s OK then!’ Annabelle beamed, happy to have claimed another win. ‘So I guess that means I’m the champion now!; as she stood up off Aisla to a chorus of jeers from the biased home crowd that only changed a little when Aisla got up and raised her hand in victory.

‘I guess you are’ the Scottish redhead agreed. ‘You’re a bitch. You fight dirty, and I can respect that. I like your style, we should do it again sometime’ she offered.

‘You’re on’ Annabelle readily agreed, sure that she would get another chance to shoot down the Scottish spitfire soon enough!