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Kensi Returns
By Wolfboy
Back from some time away from public fights, Kensi wants to make an impression
Kensi hadn’t been seen in action publicly since she’d won the Smythe Lightweight belt from Claire, only to drop it in her very first title defence against Yuki Yammamoto. That was a score she’d settled in private to an extent with her regular nemesis Yuki, and a couple more private fights had followed. She felt ready to fight in public, but she wanted to keep her options open as to who for, and who against. Her mentor, Sara, had the perfect suggestion for the blonde then when she’d suggested an invitational ‘exhibition fight’. It had been something that she’d done back in the time she was a major thorn in Emma’s side, actually inviting her to be cage side to see first hand what she was capable of.
“I like that idea” Kensi confirmed, but went on. “I don’t want to fight in a cage or a ring though. Mats I think, with the audience right next to them, so everyone is up close to the fight. That’s how I think I should do it” she said.
“Who will you fight?” Sara had asked her, assuming that Kensi already had a venue in mind from what she had said.
“I don’t know yet. I’d love it to be that little bitch Claire, but she won’t fight me” Kensi mused. “I’m not too bothered about it being at the lightweight limit either. I’m good with it being an open-weight fight with the right woman. Let me have a bit of a think about it Sara” she suggested. “I’m sure I’ll be able to come up with the right woman”
She came up with someone pretty quickly in the end, and found her venue in a small wrestling gym in the north of England. Mats there would be surrounded by one row of seats all around, right up to the edge of the mats. A crowd of 50 would be given the change to watch her in action up close, for a fee. After covering the relatively modest costs of putting the fight on, the remaining ticket money would form a winner takes all pot for the fight. At £100 a ticket, and with pretty modest costs involved in staging the fight, it wasn’t unreasonable to assume that the winner would walk away with well north of £4,000. Kensi intended that to be her, though she sought no favours in the rules, allowing her opponent an equal say in putting the contest together. Tickets were sold without any issue, and so the fight would take place quickly. Sara would second Kensi for the fight to be fought over the best of three submissions, while her opponent, the Finnish lightweight wrestling champion, Lisa Lehtinen, was to be seconded by her mother Olivia, who also acted as her manager day to day. Lisa was an accomplished enough submission wrestler, but catfighting was a departure for her certainly, so it felt to the impartial observer that Kensi probably held the advantage in the fight.
The crowd gathered to the side of the mats, quickly taking their seats as they were told the match was a handful of minutes away from starting, and the referee who would also act as the announcer for the match walked on to the mats. “Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight we have a catchweight catfight to be fought over the best of three submissions. Each submission will be fought over an untimed round, with a break of two minutes between rounds. It is a no holds barred office wear catfight. A submission may only be scored after removing at least one item of clothing from the opposing fighter during the round. In the event a fighter is nude at the start of any fall, they must put on a single stocking to allow this rule to remain in place”. The crowd stirred at that announcement, interested it seemed by the slightly different nature of the contest at hand as the referee waited a moment now, just checking for a signal from the back to tell her that the two fighters were ready.
“Now, our first fighter. She is from Oulu in Finland, and is the Finnish lightweight wrestling champion. She is 22 years old, 5 feet 4 inches tall, 131lbs, and measures 34B-25-35. She is in her first catfight here this evening, but has a perfect record in submission wrestling of 6 matches and 6 wins. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Lisa Lehtinen!” Lisa made her way on to the square of dark blue mats, surrounded tightly by the fifty spectators, led there by her mother who waited at the edge, in the space left for their corner. She was dressed for a day at the office in a white blouse, buttoned up at the moment over a sea blue lace bra and matching pair of lace botty shorts. She wore black hold up sheer stockings, the tops of which showed a good couple of inches below the very short black miniskirt she wore. She left a pair of black high heels at the edge of the mats as she walked on to them, freeing her auburn coloured shoulder length hair from a ponytail as she did so. Lisa smiled at the crowd then as she looked on a little nervously, perhaps just a little unsure of what to expect in her first catfight, she waited for Kensi.
“And her opponent, she is from Leicester, England, and is a former two times Smythe Lightweight Catfighting Champion. She is 30 years old, 5 feet 2 inches tall, 144lbs and measures 36DD-25-37 with a catfight record of 19 wins and 5 losses. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Kensi Welsh!” Now Kensi made her way to the mats, confidently leading Sara there to a warm reception from a crowd well aware of her exploits in the Smythe title picture. The crowd would be fair to both women of course, but it may have been reasonable to say that Kensi was perhaps the home favourite. Her choice of office attire wasn’t so different to that of her Finnish counterpart either. She wore a buttoned up blouse in a pale pink colour, along with a black miniskirt in the skater style. A little longer than Lisa’s skirt, its flared style still guaranteed that it wouldn’t restrict her movement. She wore black hold up fishnet stockings, a black thong, but she was topless beneath her blouse, perhaps gambling a little that her inexperienced opponent wouldn’t attack her breasts with any great aplomb, should they become exposed. She had her long blonde hair worn loose already, a few strands of pink dyed in to it in a new look for her. And Kensi smiled across the mats at Lisa, a confident smile as she hungrily appraised the Finn, who returned the smiled with a degree of uncertainty.
Then Kensi turned, kicked off her black shoes, and strode back towards the centre of the mats confidently. Sara’s words were still ringing in her ears from the moments they’d shared just before she had come to the mats to fight. “Start fast….she’s not a catfighter and she won’t know what’s hit her. Then you can really make your point in fall two!” had been Sara’s suggestion. It was wise advice Kensi knew, and it was something she intended to follow as soon as the match was underway. The referee called both together now, checked that they both understood the rules; both nodded that they did. Then Lisa offered her hand to Kensi for a handshake, the blonde looking a little uncertain for a moment before she gathered it really was a sporting gesture from the Finnish woman who was used to sporting contests. She smiled, shook her hand to the applause of the crowd, and then both waited for the referee to signal it was time to fight, and all 5 feet 2 inches of Kensi set about bringing shock and awe to her unsuspecting opponent.
Lisa moved off to her left, crouching very slightly, looking to circle and perhaps expecting there to be a degree of a feeling out contest. That may have been the way of it in her wrestling matches, sometimes in catfights too, but Kensi moved straight at her instead, lashing a right handed slap into Lisa’s cheek to display her own unique style of feeling an opponent out. Lisa blinked in surprise, and Kensi was straight into her auburn hair, both hands grabbing clumps as she ragged Lisa’s head left then right, then pulled her forwards sharply. The Finnish fighter stumbled, only her athletic grace saving her from being pulled completely to her knees. She didn’t retain her vertical base for much longer though as Kensi used her double hair hold to throw Lisa towards the edge of the mats and a heavy landing at the feet of the audience on that side of the room. No sooner had her opponent landed than Kensi was in pursuit, sliding in with a baseball slide drop-kick, feet crashing into the body of the prone Finn to roll her into the legs of the audience. She shrieked as Kensi roughly grabbed her hair again, using it to pull Lesa back to the mats, and partway to her feet before one of Kensi’s fishnet clad feet crashed into Lisa’s thigh. The auburn haired wrestler was already in trouble as Kensi gave her a good demonstration of the all-in nature of professional catfighting in the opening moments.
Another kick landed, fast, to the inside of the thigh this time from Kensi, keeping Lisa reeling as a slap landed to her body. She lurched away from that, and Kensi swung from the other side, with perfect timing, to land a punch to the side of Lisa’s breast. “Owww” the auburn haired woman moaned, but for the first time tried to counter Kensi’s attack, grabbing for the blonde to pull her into a clinch, tucking her chin in and pressing her head into Kensi’s body tightly. That was a move she soon discovered wasn’t exactly going to work as she had planned though. A handful of hair immediately gave Kensi control again over a woman not used to suffering like that, and she moved her face straight into the smothering softness of her DD cup breasts. Now Lisa tried to push clear, realising that this wasn’t a place she needed to be so early in the fight. Smothering was a legitimate tactic in most of her submission wrestling bouts as well though, so at least she recognised the danger of it quickly. She got clear, after a fashion, Kensi prepared to let her get away a little before she used the hair hold suddenly to put a brake on Lisa’s progress. That stopped the auburn haired woman perfectly in range for a heavy slap to the face again, this one crashed home with a degree more force by Kensi. Lisa was a little stunned, though she tried to fight back again with a kick to the thigh, at least showing that she was starting to warm to the task of fighting rather than just wrestling. Kensi smiled at that; she’d hoped that the Finnish woman would show her enough to make her look good, and then she struck again, this time pulling Lisa in to her so she could slide a hand between her thighs to lift her, finding the tiny skirt Lisa had elected to wear was no problem to her grip, before she planted her heavily with a slam.
That left Lisa a little winded down on the mats, and Kensi immediately dropped a thick thigh across her breasts in a leg drop. The Finn groaned, Kensi smiled, and grabbed her hair for a moment so that she could raise her head and trap it between her powerful thighs. The first squeeze of the head scissors brought a moan from Lisa, though she wasn’t a woman likely to give up at the first sign of pain. Kensi pushed her hands to the mat and squeezed again, the change in the angle of her hips more painful for the Finnish woman to absorb, her moan of pain louder and clearer this time. At the same time though, her hand went to Kensi’s feet, trying to twist them, hoping to prise her locked ankles apart and escape the hold; Kensi punched her in her left breast, with a single downward punch, delivered firmly to give her pause for thought. Then she raised her hips again and poured on the power with the scissor hold. “Aaagghhhh…..ooohhhhh!” Lisa whined now, still in trouble, but as of yet wearing every single item of clothing that she’d started the fight in, so no submission could happen anyway. Kensi smiled again; it wasn’t like she hadn’t considered this exact situation when the rules had been discussed in the first place!
Now she rolled a little, just crimping Lisa’s neck a little to add a little more urgency to the auburn haired woman’s pained cried. Again though, Lisa went to the feet, prying at them, knowing that this was the right way to escape the hold. This time she was successful as well, and she broke free, at least until she found Kensi’s hand in her auburn hair preventing her from really going anywhere, before the blonde punched her in the right breast this time. The tactics from Kensi were clever so far; she’d attacked Lisa by pulling hair, hitting her, going after her breasts, all of which were tactics she didn’t encounter in her submission wrestling. That handful of hair made sure that Kensi kept control too, ripping the Finnish woman to her back on the mats. Kensi would have moved to straddle her at that point under normal circumstances, but she realised now that she had to comply with the rules before she could force a submission. With abandon, she ripped at the buttons of Lisa’s blouse, but that wasn’t really her primary target here. As the buttons flew, and Lisa’s toned body was slowly revealed along with her blue bra, the blonde slowly revealed her real target. She got half of the way off Lisa, looking content with her work, but there was no time for the Finn to relax. No sooner was Kensi up than she was down again with a falling headbutt to the body to make sure that Lisa stayed out of breath and in trouble. Kensi stayed down on her too, laying across Lisa with her back towards the auburn haired fighter’s head, and then she went straight for it, a hand up under the hem of that impossibly short skirt. She grabbed the blue lace booty shorts that the Finnish woman had chosen to fight in, enjoying the way she felt her body tense as she pulled them straight into a wedgie. No sooner had Lisa adjusted to the feeling of that move, then Kensi reversed direction and in one smooth move, pushed her shorts down to her knees. Now Lisa resisted, clasping her knees together to prevent their removal completely while she grabbed rather than pulled Kensi’s hair. “Mmmmmm” Kensi moaned, apparently not finding the hair grab a totally unpleasant experience, then she smiled and crotch punched Lisa to the reward of a loud shriek, and knees that unclasped, allowing her to push the booty shorts all of the way off her with a flourish. The referee nodded, showing that Kensi could now go for a submission if she wanted to. The blonde toyed with the idea of taking her opponents skirt as well for a moment, then she realised with the way it had ridden up during the action anyway, it was acting as little more than a belt.
With Lisa subdued, Kensi floated into a position straddling her stomach, and slapped her face hard. Quickly, Kensi’s legs captured Lisa’s in a grapevine that would have exposed the Finnish woman’s pussy for all to see if it hadn’t been for the flared nature of Kensi’s skater skirt helping to cover her a little. Lisa strained against the grapevine, not seeing the greater danger of Kensi’s DD breasts straining against her blue blouse there in front of her eyes, ready to smother her. She struggled, trying to turn Kensi over, thinking it have become a wrestling contest again, but she found that Kensi’s thick thighs and her weight advantage made her a tough woman to dislodge. Then Kensi plunged forward, her breasts landing heavily in the face of her surprised opponent. “So easy” Kensi smirked to herself, a handful of hair all that she needed to steer Lisa’s face in to the smothering softness of her breasts. She could just about see the look of surprise in Lisa’s eyes as she realised just how effective the smother was from a woman as well equipped as Kensi was; she started to struggle against it now, only to find weight, strength and poise were all on the side of the blonde. The auburn haired wrestler tried to suck in a gulp of air only to find that wasn’t going to happen, and she was surprised to find that the rigours of a catfight had left her a little breathless already, the tank near to empty so early in the fight. Surprise was replaced by a hint of fear and panic that quickly turned then into submission as her hands beat at the mats and Kensi claimed the first submission, getting her breasts out of Lisa’s face quickly enough when the ref tapped her shoulder to tell her she had the first fall in the bag.
She stayed straddling Lisa for a moment, feeling the Finnish woman’s body tense again as she reached beneath her own flared skirt and grabbed the hem of Lisa’s. The Finnish woman was sure that Kensi was going to relieve her of that, but instead the blonde confused her completely by using the cover of her own flared skirt to pull Lisa’s skirt back into place, protecting her modesty as best as she could, before going back to her corner. It was the perfect action to totally throw Lisa off guard by Kensi who just smiled as she neared Sara in the corner. She knew she had sewn seeds of doubt in Lisa’s mind; Sara knew it too as she welcomed her charge back to the corner.
“Great job Kensi, she has no clue what’s hit her!” Sara told the younger blonde.
“Oh that’s exactly it! She doesn’t know if I’m a bitch or if I’m a nice sporting girl now. She just knows that she can’t handle me at the moment” Kensi beamed. A look across the mats to the opposite corner told more or less that story. Maybe Lisa was capable physically but she was out of her comfort zone, and her mother seconding her was trying to coach and cajole, but was far from a catfighter herself. Add to that the way Lisa sat with her knees together rigidly, trying to avoid exposing herself, and it all seemed to add up to a simple enough equation, weighted heavily in Kensi’s favour.
“So what are you going to do in this fall?” Sara asked, not feeling the need to offer much in the way of advice at this stage given Kensi’s poise.
“Honestly, I want to cajole a fight out of her, then pick her apart Sara. Break her down slowly and make a real impression on her” Kensi told her mentor. Although it carried some risk with it, she understood the approach intuitively to be right for her in this situation.
“You going to strip her?” Sara asked.
“In the end, yes. But I think I get a better chance of her fighting while she’s still pretty well clothed” Kensi suggested.
“It makes sense” Sara agreed, then sounded a note of caution to Kensi. “Just be wary of her and keep it as a catfight. She doesn’t know how to do that, but if you try and out-wrestle her, then you might just take it into her comfort zone.”
Kensi had just enough time to nod at that suggestion before the referee was calling them both back to the mat to check that they wanted to go on. Both nodded that they did, Kensi with her attire almost untouched while Lisa’s skirt just protected her modesty and her white blouse was pulled apart two thirds of the way, showing off her sea blue bra. “Then fight!” the referee instructed and straight away Kensi delivered a slap, light and fast, to Lisa’s cheek before settling back to circle with the auburn haired wrestler. “Fight me you little bitch!” she said to her, a smiled on her face, but she was serious about it, she wanted Lisa to give it her best shot now. She slapped her again now, this one to the upper body, caught high on the arm by the Finnish fighter. “I mean it….or I’m going to beat you up anyway!” she pointed out, making sure that there was little doubt in Lisa’s mind, then she settled into the circling pattern, waiting to see what response she had drawn from Lisa.
The Finnish woman kept an even appearance on her face, but she dropped into more of a crouch as if she was poising herself to strike. Kensi did the same, knowing that the first attack when it came would surely be one of a wrestler. It came in a sudden lunge from Lisa, and was almost immediately rebuked by Kensi who stung her face with another slap to put her on the back foot again. “I said fight me!” Kensi shot in her direction as she warming effect of her slap was still spreading through Lisa’s cheek. Kensi pressed forward straight away, swinging high with a punch aiming at the jaw of the auburn haired fight. Finally, faced with the stark reality that Kensi really would try to beat her up given the chance, Lisa fought back hard. She ducked the punch with relative ease, then swung herself, landing a blow somewhere between a slap and a palm strike to Kensi’s body. Her reward was a little groan from Kensi, as well as a slap to the face from the blonde before the two came together. This time both woman went into the hair, and Kensi smiled even as she felt the burn in her scalp; she’d always maintained that most woman had some natural catfighter in them when they were pushed to it. Lisa knew how to pull hair, but so did Kensi, and she was the stronger of the two women which was something that came into play now. She started to walk Lisa around the mats slowly, kicking lightly at the auburn haired woman’s legs to keep her off balance.
“Bitch!” Lisa hissed at Kensi as she stumbled from one of the kicks, but able to tighten her grip of Kensi’s hair, she steadied herself. “Owwww” Kensi shrieked in pain for a moment, and it was Lisa’s turn to smile as she told Kensi “I’ll rip the fucking pink out of your hair bitch!”
Kensi composed herself, kicked again to catch Lisa in the thigh and told her “hair pulling, now name calling and threats? You might make a catfighter yet”. Another kick came in from Kensi, landing hard and proving to be something that the Finn had yet to find a counter for it seemed as she stumbled and looked like she might go down. Kensi pressed forward just as Lisa’s hand gripped the front of her blouse, using it like a judo player might employ their opponent’s Gi to assist in throwing them. Lisa planted her foot in Kensi’s belly, and the blonde’s world turned upside down as she was sent wheeling through the air with an impressive throw. That came at the cost of a heavy enough landing and the loss of a couple of buttons from her blouse, and for the first time, Lisa had established a slight foothold in the match. She’d done so by using her main skill set in a way, it was true, but all the same, a foothold was a foothold and she moved to trap Kensi as she rose in a front headlock, head tucked in tight beneath her left arm. “Nnnghhh” Kensi moaned, aware that she’d been caught out and was now going to have to fight her way out of this. “This isn’t catfighting” she moaned; it wasn’t a protest really, just a statement of fact.
“It’s legal!” Lisa pointed out.
“I know, you sneaky cunt!” Kensi rasped in reply, feeling the way this lighter woman had her well wrapped up in the move. She felt Lisa’s fingers moving on her body now, perhaps looking to attack her there and soften her up. Instead, she felt those fingers hook in the elasticated waistband of her skirt to force it down almost to her knees. A dilemma for Kensi, if it stayed there maybe she could still pull it back up, but it was restricting her movements. A snap decision then, she quickly got her legs together to allow it to fall into a pool of fabric around her feet, before she hastily kicked it away so as not to get tangled in it. The referee noted it, as did the crowd, the removal of a garment had been shrewd from Lisa, and it put the more experienced blonde at greater risk right now. That was something that Lisa tried to press home by sending a punch into Kensi’s ribs.
“Bitch!” Kensi moaned. It wasn’t the hardest punch she’d ever taken, but it was one delivered with accuracy as her knuckles found their target. Kensi slapped back to the body herself, her hand being slowed slightly on the first attempt by the was Lisa’s shirt hung partly open/ She took aim again though, this time slapping up and being rewarded with the sound of palm on bare flesh. The Finnish woman groaned, but gritted her teeth, holing on to the headlock as she swung another punch into Kensi’s body. Again, it might not have been the hardest blow, but it showed that the Finn was starting to adapt, mixing her ability to wrestle with fighting. Kensi recognised it was a potential problem, and she slapped again, targeting the bare skin and dragging her pink painted nails there before her hand fell away. This time it was Lisa’s turn to moan “bitch!” before she grabbed Kensi’s arm and tried to pin it up the blonde’s back in a back hammer. Of course Kensi fought against that attempt, so while Lisa had her arm in place, it wasn’t exactly overly effective in hurting the blonde catfighter. A stalemate ensued for a brief moment, neither of Lisa’s moves enough to submit Kensi, but the combination of both enough to keep her subdued for the time being. “You submit?” Lisa asked her now.
“Are you joking?” Kensi mocked in reply as if to prove the point. “Submit to what exactly?” she probed.
Lisa was given pause for thought by this degree of defiance, realising that she needed to do something more to trouble the blonde catfighter. While she thought about her next move, Kensi made hers, able to send a knee lift in to the body of the auburn haired grappler. Lisa was in shape, built to withstand the blow, but the shock value of it caused her to take a sharp breath and she relinquished her holds, moving away slightly. Kensi swung a slap for her, hand swinging through the air without finding a landing zone on Lisa’s body as she skipped clear, and they circled with each other now, revaluating what they thought of each other. Kensi had to admit that Lisa was starting to adapt, while Lisa was forced to realise that she had to adapt even more, because still relying mostly on her wrestling wasn’t going to get the job done here.
“Come on you little slut” Kensi taunted, motioning Lisa in as they circled but the auburn haired wrestler was patient, for now at least.
“Fucking bitch” she shot back at Kensi, but continued to circle slowly to her left, looking for her chance to strike. Kensi eyed her carefully now, sure the attack would come soon enough, expecting her to telegraph her move on to the attack, probably by dropping back into that wrestler’s crouch.
“What’s it like getting beaten up in front of mummy?” Kensi sneered at Lisa, hoping to goad a reaction from her. Which she did, just not quite in the way she’d pictured it coming.
“I don’t know” Lisa replied, barely able to hide her amusement as she then asked Kensi “why don’t you tell me what it’s like getting beaten up by mummy instead!”
“YOU….FUCKING….SLAG” Kensi practically howled at her, the fuse in her well and truly lit and burning down rapidly. She went on to the attack in a furious spell of catfighting as things got a little personal between the two women. Kensi slapped wildly, rocking Lisa’s head left and right as they landed, threatening to quickly overwhelm the Finnish woman for a moment before she steadied herself and slapped Kensi straight in the mouth. They were close enough together to grab hair, but each instead opted to send it flying for a moment longer, crashing slaps into each other’s faces. It was Lisa who went for the hair first now, both hands sunk into Kensi’s blonde locks, pulling hard in opposite directions. Kensi shrieked in pain and went straight for Lisa’s hair in return, pulling hard only to get surprised again as the auburn haired woman jumped up to wrap her legs around her body, making the blonde carry her in a body scissors hold applied from the front. Hands still in Kensi’s hair, Lisa pulled hard, but that pain seemed to give Kensi a moment of clarity even before she voiced her distress. She stopped pulling Lisa’s hair, then hammered two heavy slaps straight into the Finnish woman’s face. With each that landed, Kensi felt the hair pulling she was suffering from weaken. Lisa’s fingers were still tangled in her blonde hair, but that was all as she tried to clear her head from the heavy slaps. Kensi quickly pulled at the front of Lisa’s blouse, making short work of the remaining buttons there, then she looked her in the eye, told her “hold tight cunt, it’s going to get bumpy!” and dropped to her knees. The effect was a heavy enough landing for Lisa to knock the air out of her, and break the scissor hold, even as her legs remained loosely around Kensi’s waist, just without her ankles locked.
Kensi was determined to get control of the fight quickly now, and she shifted Lisa’s tiny skirt up, to make sure that the auburn haired woman was exposed there, before punching her in the belly to completely break the already loosened scissor hold. She had learned the lesson now to make sure that she stayed on the Finn so as not to give her any chance to get back on the attack. It was the blonde who took a good handful of auburn hair now then to continue the fight, peeling Lisa of the mat by it before simply waist locking her, lifting her, and dropping her on to her outstretched thigh in a pussy pounding atomic drop. Lisa howled, her eyes almost rolling in their sockets it seemed at the shock of this impact, a cruel and unusual punishment for a woman not so familiar with such moves. Taking advantage of having Lisa frozen in place on her leg, Kensi pushed her bra up now, so that it no longer covered her pert breasts, the she simply tit slapped her, allowing another unfamiliar style of attack to resonate through the Finnish woman’s body.
Kensi stood, pointed out to the ref that she hadn’t actually removed any clothing yet in this fall, which was a fact the referee had to agree with; rearrangement of clothing didn’t count as removing after all, and then she walked behind Lisa. A harsh fist full of hair helped her yank Lisa’s head back roughly, then she clamped a sleeper hold on to her quickly, before she could really get to tuck her chin in to defend. Now it was Lisa in trouble and carrying Kensi who jumped up on her back, using her strong thighs to just grip the auburn haired woman’s body just enough to stay in place there. And she whispered quietly in Lisa’s ear now “what can you do Lisa….I haven’t taken your clothes off even though you’re exposed like a cheap whore….you can’t submit….you’re totally at my mercy, bitch!”
Words to raise a panic in any woman under the circumstances, and Lisa was certainly no exception, her hands going to Kensi’s arms around her throat to pull at them, hoping to get free. Kensi’s grip was firm though, her thighs just crimping into Lisa’s sides as she gripped her. “What are you going to do?” she asked now, just talking quietly straight into the Finn’s ear. She knew with her wrestling experience, Lisa had to recognise that this was a tight situation, but Kensi had her held securely, and as strong as Lisa was for her size, she was being sleepered and having to carry a heavier woman. Kensi felt the first tremor in the auburn haired woman’s legs, slight but obvious enough to her. “Come on...you’ve got to do something bitch” she goaded, knowing that Lisa’s options were slim at this point. She was a little surprised then to find Lisa going to her knees. Was this the effect of the sleeper already Kensi wondered? No, Lisa had devised a potential way to escape, immediately torquing her body around and spinning to the mat to try and shake the blonde’s sleeper free. It worked, and she gasped to gulp in hair, only to then shriek as she felt Kensi roughly in her hair again.
“Nice try slut” Kensi sniped, using her hair to force Lisa to face her. She slapped her face hard as soon as she had her to her knees in front of her. Then she released the hair and started to slap away with both hands to the body and face of the Finnish wrestler. It was a withering salvo of slaps that forced Lisa to try to fight fire with fire, hitting back with slaps of her own, then she grabbed the front of Kensi’s blouse, two fists full of pink fabric that she used to pull the front of the blouse fully open.
“I’m a slut?” she scoffed, slapping Kensi’s face and taking one in return. “You don’t even have a bra on you slapper!” she finished, punching at Kensi’s right breast.
“And you’ve got your cunt on show like a whore!” Kensi replied, slashing her nails at Lisa’s body to raise a shriek to accompany the angry furrows her nails traced there.
“Bitch” Lisa whined, and started to slap furiously at Kensi.
“Slut” Kensi shot back, swinging in return, wildly it seemed at first, but at the same time, she moved slowly closer, suddenly clasping both hands on to Lisa’s bare breasts to maul her fiercely. She only need to see the look on Lisa’s face to know it was her first experience of having her breasts mauled by another woman, even before she shrieked in anguish. “What?” Kensi laughed at her, “don’t you like it?”
“Noooo!” Lisa screeched in pain as Kensi’s fingers punished her pert breasts, the look of pain on her face clear to accompany her screech of pain. Kensi knew at that point the fight was hers to win whenever she wanted to even as Lisa pulled weakly at her fingers.
“You still haven’t lost any clothes have you bitch? What a quandary!” Kensi laughed with excitement, knowing that she had her opponent in deep trouble, and in enough pain to try to remove her own stocking so that she could submit. Kensi moved her leg to pin that stocking in place though now, denying her that option. “I don’t think that’s how it works now, is it?” she tutted, breaking off the breast maul, but now knocking the Finnish wrestler to her back with a thrust to the throat. Flat on her back, hurting and trying to catch her breath, Lisa saw one last chance to fight back and she lashed out with her feet, catching Kensi a couple of times before the blonde caught her feet, and had control back. She pulled off one of the stockings now, quickly binding it to both ankles, and Lisa howled angrily “YOU CHEAT!” at finding her legs to be loosely bound together. Then Kensi lunged to splash across her upper body, not delivering the move from any great height but really using it as a chance to move into position. “Spare me the fake outrage, it’s a fucking catfight bitch!” Kensi lectured Lisa for a moment, all the time shifting her already open blouse into a position that when she stood a second later, she could plant her foot in Lisa’s belly and simply wrench it from her body.
The end game was near. Lisa wasn’t naked yet, but nothing she still wore was actually doing it’s job and protecting her modesty, with her bra shifted so it no longer covered her breasts and her skirt up around her waist taking on little more than belt status again. Kensi took off her own blouse as well now; she was brazenly topless and completely unconcerned about the fact. “I’m going to sit on your face bitch!” she told Lisa as she pulled her from the mat, sliding a hand between her thighs to lift and body slam her with authority to the mat. Lisa hit hard, legs slamming down a split second after her back, and it seemed as she rolled to her belly that the last element of the fight was gone from her. Kensi reached down and unclasped her sea blue bra, before easing the straps off Lisa’s arms without any real resistance. Then she rolled her to her back again and dropped straight into the promised reverse face sit, her curvy ass sat heavily on Lisa’s face in the most personal of attacks. Lisa kicked her legs, Kensi belly punched her and then removed the auburn haired woman’s bra completely to fully expose her to the crowd, making sure that her skirt was pulled up again to her waist. “And now you’re totally on show” Kensi taunted her now. “How does that feel slut?” she teased.
Lisa kicked her legs, then swung them up in a desperate attempt to trap Kensi and dislodge the blonde in her final play of the fight. Kensi was ready for her, and she caught the Finnish wrestler’s legs now, and folded her simply by gripping the stocking that she’d bound to both of her ankles. The applause of the crowd at this show of dominance showed that they knew this was only going one way now for the woman who was smothered and folded. Kensi couldn’t help but rush her in that direction now though as she applied a crotch claw, Lisa’s howl of pain from that still audible to all in the room despite the way Kensi was sat heavily on her face. Then she tapped furiously at the mat in submission, unable to take it any more, and Kensi had won the fight. Only now with the referee raising her hand in victory did Kensi’s more compassionate side resurface as she collected Lisa’s blouse for her, so that she could at least cover her breasts again, handing it to her and telling her “good fight” before returning to her corner. The Finnish woman scowled at her for now, but in time, she would come to realise that Kensi was right. Given her lack of experience she had put up a good fight, and would surely be better for it if she decided to continue catfighting.
“Nice job Kensi” Sara complimented back in the corner. “Turned into a good fight, though I think you always had her covered pretty much!”
“Yeah, I kind of drew it out of her I guess” Kensi agreed. “She’s quite a tough little bitch, she just needed to put her mind to it a bit more” she told her mentor.
“So what next?” Sara asked her as they made their way off the mats to the changing area having taken the applause of the crowd. “You must have a plan for what you want to do?” she questions.
“Oh, I have a couple of irons in the fire. Bigger and better things” Kensi told her a little cryptically.
“Well you just let me know if I can help you at all” Sara told her.
“Oh I will, thank you” Kensi smiled. “I will...”