He’s All Yours
By Wolfboy
It’s time for Allie to face Sharon, but will she have her revenge?
Sharon McDonald’s pride had taken a dent, there was no other way to describe it really. Her tag team with Marina MacLeod had briefly been the scourge of central Scotland, but that was a partnership that was now on the rocks. Marina had refused to step in and help her boyfriend Connor ‘Gordy’ Gordon when he’d stepped in to replace Sharon after she’d got injured in a tag team match against Jemma and Beth. She wasn’t very impressed with him either, especially with his inability to control himself when that little blonde lesbian whore had got her hands on him. Inability to control himself was an understatement of the highest order; that little bitch had made him cum quicker and more uncontrollably that she had ever been able to. That rankled her as well, but she’d soon put that right this weekend. She would fight that weak slut Allie Kennedy, and put her back in her place just as she had done before. That would bring Gordy back under control. Marina too probably. Yes, beating Allie would really solve everything for her.
Allie was equally excited at the prospect of fighting Sharon now, and that was the key. Last time she believed, naively she accepted now, that a sporting wrestling match would take place between them. An opponent turning up with her then boyfriend in her corner should really have told her that wasn’t going to be the case. She figured she’d been numb at that point, not thinking straight, easy pickings for a woman like Sharon who had taken advantage of her. She looked a little distant for a moment, staring almost at a point in time, until she felt a set of soft lips brush her cheek gently, bringing her back into the busy bar where Jemma and Beth had taken her for a double date with the one they’d decided they should set her up with.
“You looked miles away Allie….where were you thinking of?” a quiet voice asked her, softly to match the softness of the lips that had kissed her cheek, a voice with a faint Swedish lilt to it.
“I was...well, just thinking about that bitch Sharon, and how I’m going to beat her” Allie said, turning to kiss Andrea who sat next to her in the booth, snuggled in together. Jemma and Beth smiled. They’d both known that this bit of matchmaking was a simple slam dunk really. The events of the Snow Ball had shown them how much the two girls felt for each other, just neither had considered themselves to be into other girls enough to be totally serious about it. Not without a little nudge in the right direction anyway. They’d spotted the signs of something that warranted more than a secret tryst and a trib challenge. They didn’t want to let their two friends miss out on something potentially amazing, just because they didn’t realise it.
“You will beat her” Andrea had confirmed without question. “And I will be waiting for you after the event. But I won’t be there with you tomorrow. We don’t want to give her anything to play on at all….Beth will be in your corner. She’s way better at that stuff than me anyway!” the Swedish bombshell told her new girlfriend. She already considered it to be that way.
“And I’m happy to be there for you Allie” Beth confirmed now. “You will beat her. I know it. She thinks she’s something special, but she can’t cope with the mixture of tactics you’ve got at your disposal now Allie. But, I think you should get yourself an early night….with this one” she said, eyes darting to Andrea as she smirked “nothing too strenuous now….you need to be fresh for tomorrow.
“Message understood” Andrea and Allie agreed almost in unison. “So what are you two going to do now then?” they asked.
Jemma beamed, raised her eyebrows and told them “something far too strenuous”” as the four all laughed at that thought before they went their separate ways for the evening.
“Told you they’d make a great couple” Beth told Jemma.
“The signs were all there” Jemma agreed, slipping her hand into Beth’s as they left the bar, heading back to their hotel for the evening.
* * *
Just about the only thing that Sharon and Allie had truly agreed upon for their rematch was that it should take place at a neutral venue. Even then, they’d not really agreed as much as either just hadn’t wanted to travel to their rival’s venue. So the neutral venue chosen was in the city of York where they’d been able to hire a private boxing club for a couple of hours, early on a Sunday morning to use the ring there. It wasn’t ideal, but these two were going to fight one way or another, and it was better than the other options. Beth and Allie had set off for the gym early that morning, leaving Jemma and Andrea to head to the gym to continue their work together. The two chatted about anything and everything on the way to the gym, Beth never once steering the conversation to the fight which she knew that Allie would be feeling a bit nervous about now. There was no need to go over it Beth knew; they’d worked out their tactics after all, and once the match began, she had great confidence that Allie was going to handle Sharon McDonald just fine.
They arrived first, Beth was pleased to find, allowing her to get Allie settled in the changing room first before Sharon arrived for the fight. A quick chat between Beth and Allie later, then Beth told her “I’ll leave you for a few minutes to get changed Allie, then it’ll be time” as she heard the door to the main ring room open. It could only be Sharon...the club owner had assured Beth that he’d let nobody else into that room. Quite evidently it wasn’t the first time this gym had been rented out then for two people to settle their differences privately, though maybe it was a first time that two attractive young women would be the ones doing it Beth thought.
“YOU!” Sharon said, somewhat flabbergasted it seemed to see Beth there. “BITCH…” she managed.
“As eloquent as ever Sharon” Beth smiled, then looked past her to a flustered looking Gordy who was in tow. “Gordy…hope we’re not going to have any more accidents today now!” she laughed as he blushed beneath that mop of blonde hair.
“Just remember I’m going to fuck you up slut” Sharon told Beth. “When I’m done with timid little Allie!”
“Sure….looking forward to you doing that” Beth told her flatly, a glint in her eye rally suggesting that she quite looked forward to the prospect of Sharon trying exactly that. “Well, you’ll want to change” Beth said, not really a question. “We’ve got you in that one over there” she told Sharon as she pointed to the other changing area. “Shall we say ring in ten minutes? I know you and Allie have decided the rules so there won’t be too much for to both talk about before the fight then” Beth said.
“Just make sure that bitch is ready!” Sharon said, and then she huffed off to the changing room with Gordy in tow, his gaze barely having left the floor since he walked in.
Then Beth went back to talk to Allie and found her to be a woman transformed by her switch from pretty girl in plain gym gear, to stunning lingerie catfighter. “Wow….you look fab Allie!” Beth told the redhead, taken aback by just how her image had changed in that few minutes.
“Well, it was Jemma’s idea a little” she shrugged. “She thought that blue colour was really me from the top I wore last time. And she told me that I needed to look just as stunning again...so this is what you get” she smiled. What you got was an electric blue thong in satin and lace with a matching suspender belt and black fishnet stockings hitched to it, all partially hidden beneath a matching silk kimono that she evidently wasn’t going to bother fastening.
“Well….Jemma wasn’t wrong. You nailed that between you for sure. And the boots?” she asked, seeing that Allie currently wore those same towering high heeled black knee high boots that she had when seconding Jemma and Beth.
“That’s down to Andrea….she told me that if she ever fought a girl who wore boots like that to the ring, she’d be so distracted. Turns out she has a real thing for boots….who knew” Allie smiled, thinking of the girl that she’d left back at the hotel. “She should be here….” Allie said, realising how she truly felt about the Swede now.
“Today she’s right” Beth stepped in firmly now. “She would be the one thing that Sharon might try to use against you. She’s the type. So we don’t give her the chance to have that edge. It’s the only way that she could get to you. She can’t do that through me….and Gordy won’t do anything either. He’s shit scared of her...and me” Beth laughed. “So remember the tactics and what we expect?”
“I start cautiously, wait for her to commit, then counter her a few times before I step it up. She’s going to go after my tits...it’s why she insisted on a topless match. When I get on top, I’m going to dominate her sexually first if I can. She’ll fold if she finds she’s going to orgasm” Allie said. The game plan was etched on her mind quite clearly.
“Right; you’ve got it. And then we just improvise the rest. She’ll have her moments, but just don’t panic. She’s emotional, she makes mistakes. Now” Beth smiled, “wait here a moment. If the boot thing is going to work, then you need to enter after her really. I’ll tell you when” Beth said, going to crack the door open just a little so that she’d be able to see when Sharon was on her way to the ring. That was a short wait; the Scottish brunette was a woman in a rush after all. A few seconds let Beth take in everything that she needed to know about Sharon McDonald and her demeanour so that she could deliver a few pointers to Allie quickly.
“She’s ready” she told the busty redhead, and Allie sprang to her feet quickly. Beth put a steadying hand on her shoulder though. “So we take our time...she’s getting anxious, so we let her stew.” Allie smiled, realising now if she didn’t already just why Beth was the girl for this job. “Now, her hair is in a ponytail, pulled back quite tightly, so get that unfastened as soon as you get a chance. She has an ankle brace on the one she twisted, but don’t get drawn in by it, there’s nothing wrong with her or she wouldn’t be here. And she’s wearing one of those open cup body suits that have holes for her tits. Pull them against the edges of those holes, and it’ll hurt like a bitch, especially if the silly cow has got an underwired one on!” she told Allie.
“Got it….Andrea was right. You are the best at this!” Allie smiled.
“Let’s go and beat us a bitch then!” Beth said, and she led the way out of the changing room, slowly, the click of Allie’s boots on the floor inside the gym the only real sound. Sharon looked at them with a degree of disdain on her face, but no words. Gordy was more detached. He couldn’t look at Beth, that was for sure, recalling how she’d shown him up before. And well, Allie was his ex, he was with Sharon now, so he didn’t dare to look at Allie either.
“About bloody time!” Sharon fumed now. “Get in here and let me beat you up Allie! You’re going to pay for setting me up with this slut and her floozy!”
Allie took her time though, stopping a couple of paces short of the ring before bending over to slowly unzip her boots before stepping out of them, leaving them standing on the floor just away from the ring. Then she made her way up the steps to the ring apron, taking Beth’s hand in a ladylike manner as if she was worried she might fall. All a show of course, all designed to irritate Sharon McDonald to the point that she was itching to get started.
“So you’ve agreed to fight an anything goes bitchfight, topless in lingerie, until one of you gives up” Beth informed everyone in the room. “Well, this is Allie Kennedy in the gorgeous electric blue outfit. Allie is 22 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 140lbs and a very impressive 34DD-26-36 with a record of 3 wins and 4 losses” Beth said. Sharon smiled at that losing record, then Beth said “Gordy….why don’t you introduce your young lady to us all?”
“I think I’ll do that myself” Sharon said, recalling the debacle from the last time when Gordy had tried to introduce her and Marina. She was topless in a fairly simple black lace lingerie body suit, just one that had no cups to cover her breasts as they were instead framed by the structure of the suit. Bare legged, she wore a black sports ankle brace on her left ankle. “I’m Sharon McDonald. I’m 28 years old, 5 feet 8 inches tall, 143lbs and 34DD-26-36 with a record of 12 wins and 1 loss”. Then she fixed Allie with a withering stare and told her “and I’m going to destroy you….now lets fight!”
Beth just whispered “pick her apart, just like we said” to Allie, and there were no further instructions needed. There was nobody to officiate, no actual start to things, it just started organically with Sharon moving out with her fists cocked. This was the key part of the fight Beth knew; she believed in Allie but an angry woman with swinging fists was always a danger. As if to prove it, Sharon teed off with a left and right combination, pulling no punches as she targetted body and head with it. The time that Beth had made Allie spend dodging Jemma trying to hit her with foam sticks came into play immediately. She blocked the body punch, swayed away from the head shot, and then slapped Sharon straight in the face. That was a jolt to the brunette straight away; Allie hadn’t even tried to hit her when they’d fought before. She backed up to rethink a little. Then she came back in with broadly the same strategy only this time both punches were aimed to the body. Again Allie blocked one and moved away from the other so that although it landed, it carried no real force. Sharon pressed in and paid with Allie’s stocking clad foot slamming in to her stomach. The first telling blows of the fight in her favour, now Allie stepped in, grabbing Sharon’s ponytail and starting to work on loosening the bobble holding that in place, she led a gasping brunette back to her corner.
A face first introduction to the padded corner post followed, this was a boxing
ring, so there were no individual turnbuckle pads, and with Sharon stunned,
Allie turned her once again by the hair, loosening the control the bobble had of
her ponytail further. She whipped a chop across her bare breasts, another
surprise for Sharon given Allie’s reticence to go after them when they’d fought
before, then considered her options for a second. She recalled Beth’s advice,
delivering a double downward chop to the breasts, a heavy slap really, but
Sharon yelped as she felt the edge of her outfit cut into the underside of them.
“Stupid slutty outfit” she taunted the brunette before planting a foot in her
belly, grabbing the back of her head, and falling back to send Sharon out of the
corner with a nice monkey flip. Sharon landed heavily enough, but she was a
tough enough woman to not be taken out by that one move alone, and she rolled
away back to her own corner, grabbing the ropes as she kneeled there for a
moment. “I see the sluts have taught you a couple of things at least Allie”
Sharon allowed grudgingly, then she got to her feet and moved out to circle
again with the redhead.
“They taught me that you’re nothing special Sharon” Allie remarked casually, knowing full well that the insult would light a spark beneath Sharon McDonald again. True to her expectations, it did just that, and a really untidy exchange started that made Beth wince as she saw Allie seeming to lose control of the game plan so early. Sharon rushed in, grabbed Allie’s shortish red hair with her left and started to send slaps into Allie’s body as they tangled into the ropes. Allie reacted, taking a similar grip on Sharon’s hair and pulling hard before starting to light up the brunette’s body in return. Each had their moments with their backs to the ropes as the action spilled along the sides of the ring, through a neutral corner, and then towards Sharon’s own corner. There was no thought of defence from either just now, and Beth shrugged, thinking that she’d maybe just underestimated how much Allie and Sharon disliked each other. Maybe this undignified brawl was how it just had to be between them. So be it, she thought, then looked a little closer at the action. It was frantic, there was no doubt. Allie was taking some heavy looking shots from the brunette as well. But she was actually following the game plan pretty well. Sharon’s hair was almost completely out of the her ponytail to the extent that it actually didn’t matter that it wasn’t any more. And the blows she was throwing, well they weren’t as wild as those of her rival; Allie was targeting Sharon’s breasts or punching her hard in the belly. She might want to out-wrestle Sharon McDonald in the end, but she was going to try and outfight her, cleverly, first of all. Beth relaxed as they two women slowly made their way around the ring in an embrace of pure fury.
“Bitch!” Sharon told Allie, her slaps swung wildly to land all over Allie’s body, their marks clear on the redhead’s pale skin. Sharon was convinced she was getting the better of it, but each time that thought entered her mind, Allie was quick to re-establish doubt there.
“Slut” the redhead shot back, targeting her blows, a slap to the breast, a punch to the ribs, then another slap to the breast. She was reddening Sharon McDonald’s left breast very effectively, and without the black lace one piece, the brunette’s ribs would also have shown the tight area where Allie’s punches were landing very clearly. She clipped a heavy slap down on to the top of Sharon’s breasts again though, utilising that lace garment to cut into the underside of the brunette’s breast again, so the had absolutely zero intent of finding a way to remake the one piece just now.
“Fucking tits….I’ll get you, you cunt!” Sharon protested, but she was finding Allie’s equally big breasts harder to find with her own blows as Allie twisted her body to the side carefully.
“Thought you liked attacking tits, bitch?” Allie mocked as she latched on for a squeeze, seeing a look of concern come on to Sharon’s face. There was pain mixed into it too as Allie asked her “or is that only when you’re being a cheating bitch and doing it yourself?”
“Bitch!” Sharon hissed, feeling the harsh work of Allie’s fingers probing her breast again as she struck aimlessly at her body. She was fortunate though to find that Allie was the one who ended up with her back against that padded corner post. Sharon got her thigh between Allie’s thighs quickly there as their sprawling embrace along the ropes halted, knowing that the grinding sensation would get to Allie, just as it had the first time they’d met. She was rewarded quickly for it, Allie’s head going back as she moaned loudly almost straight away, and Sharon was able to find her breast, punishing Allie with a nipple twist. The moan intensified, and for the first time Beth felt a little on edge in the corner, seeing that Sharon’s attacks were just starting to worry Allie who moaned loudly again.
“I do like attacking tits, you little bitch!” she told Allie, confidence in her voice as she felt she was starting to dominate the exchange in the corner.
“So do I” Allie fired back, her voice still conveying her confidence as she latched back on to Sharon’s right breasts. Her style was simpler but no less effective, simply grabbing a handful and using her strong fingers to knead sensitive flesh, searching for weakness.
“Bitch…” Sharon groaned, feeling that attack hurting her. Her mouth looked like she was about to continue giving Allie the verbals though as she worked her nipple twist on the redhead again. Then Allie upped the ante in the corner, taking the brunette totally by surprise as she leaned in and slapped a lip lock on to her. This was no gentle, passionate kiss though, it was a forceful one, fuelled by a dislike of the other woman as she tried to take her breath away through unconventional means. Sharon was no longer the dominant one in this exchange now, and she realised it, trying to pull away from the clinch she’d felt so confident in only moments earlier. Now it was Allie who dictated the terms again. She sunk her fingers into the brunette’s locks to anchor her in place, maintaining the lip lock a moment longer. Sharon’s desperation, her shock, went to cause separation between the two young women. Just enough separation for Allie to take advantage of with a knee to the stomach as she broke the liplock with perfect timing to hear the loud groan as the brunette was winded. Cupping Sharon’s chin firmly, Allie straightened her up just enough to punish her again with a heavy slap down on to the top of Sharon’s left breast.
“Fuck!” the brunette hissed, her body tensed up as the pain from the thundering slap just ran through it. Allie moved on quickly, grabbing the loosest of headlocks and stepping in to roll the brunette over her hip, letting her drop heavily to the ring canvas. Sharon was down, more than a little surprised, and Allie measured her to deliver an elbow drop, the point of her elbow finding Sharon’s left breast with an unerring accuracy to flatten it and make her yelp in pain. Then the redhead confidently took a side headlock, riding her body across Sharon’s chest, just teasing her with a potential smother as she cranked the hold for the first time, and Sharon’s face betrayed the fact that the hold was on well.
“Come on Shaz!” Gordy shouted out from the corner. Encouragement but not advice, perhaps recalling that his attempts in the tag match proved him to be ill equipped to offer anything more practical.
“Shut it Gordy” Allie admonished him sternly as she worked the hold again, shifting a little so that her breasts were just a little more in Sharon’s face. The threat of the smother grew that little bit more imminent for the brunette. She knew she had to react in some way, but an attempt to roll Allie as if to pin her shoulders to the mat failed, floundering as Allie shifted her weight cleverly to drop back down on her, winding her.
“Fat bitch!” Sharon groaned at that.
“Fuck you!” Allie shot back, her control right now looking to be almost complete. She had Sharon further beneath her, her breasts starting to impinge on the brunette’s ability to catch a full breath. “You should get ready to submit now bitch, you’re no match for me!” Allie told her, confident that this combination hold might be all it would take. The situation, while not ideal for Sharon, wasn’t desperate just yet though. She went to the hair, quickly and decisively, wrenching hard and diverting Allie’s head towards her waiting thighs which she quickly used to scissor Allie’s head in a perfect side head scissor. Ankles crossed, she tightened the hold quickly, tensing the thighs that she considered to be her best asset in the ring. Allie’s immediate groan of pain attested to that as she found herself on her back, looking up at the harsh strip lights above the ring, with a pir of thick thighs wrapped tightly around her head and neck.
“You remember how this works, bitch” Sharon said to her, apparently harking back to their first match before demonstrating her intent, delivering a heavy slap and grab to the underside of Allie’s bare breast. “Your tits can’t take it girl….you’ll be crying in submission soon you little bitch!” Sharon told her as Allie bucked and squirmed, letting out a girlish yelp at the breast attack. That was the signal for Sharon to keep up her attack, sure that the breast work was the way she was going to break the redhead in this one submission bitchfight. She slapped heavily again, before her fingers went back to work, kneading the sensitive breast, softening Allie up for worse to come in her mind. Allie’s eyes screwed shut for a moment, an admission of the pain and impact of having her breasts worked over as she whined airily, clearly in some trouble for the first time. Sharon squeezed her heard again with her thick thighs, punishing Allie with the scissor hold as she slapped and grabbed at her breast once more.
“Come on Allie, get out of there!” Beth encouraged, adding “you know how!”
“You shut your mouth slut….you’re next remember!” Sharon shot at her. Beth took it as an opportunity to engage a little with her, knowing that any distraction was going to help Allie at this moment.
“I can’t wait” Beth told her. “A slag like you can’t cope with me!” she taunted.
“I’ll fucking destroy you…” Sharon managed, but she didn’t ever get to finish whatever monologue she intended to lay on Beth. Allie jammed a hand between her ankles, pushing through to break them apart, then grabbed Sharon’s toes to twist them meanly, stopping her from having any chance of recrossing them and taking the scissor hold again. “HEY….OWWWW!” Sharon moaned loudly as her toes bore the brunt of Allie’s attack for now, instinctively going to try and prise Allie’s hand off them. It was all the opening that the redhead needed to squirm free and roll away from Sharon, delivering a crafty kick to her body as she did so. She was able to get enough separation as she got to her feet a little bit quicker than Sharon than, but she wasn’t quick enough to really gain any advantage from it.
“Concentrate on her Shaz!” Gordy instructed from the outside. “The blonde is nothing” he added.
“Gordy! I’m hurt” Beth called across the ring on hearing that. “You weren’t saying that when I gave you the best time of your life last time” she teased now, the aim of her barb really not the cornerman, but hid girlfriend in the ring. As Allie smirked, Sharon smouldered angrily, telling Beth “you’ll get yours when I’m done with this bitch!”
“You’re on” Beth told her, quiet but firm on the outside of the ring, and Sharon wanted to joust verbally with the blonde some more, turning towards her. Allie had the opening that she needed.
“SHAZ!” Gordy implored from the outside of the ring, able to see just what was about to unfold before it did.
“Shut up Gordy!” Sharon snapped, and she paid the price for ignoring the timely warning of her boyfriend now. Allie was behind her, and took advantage of the way Sharon had gone close to the corner, giving her a shove so she went chest first to the turnbuckles. As if that didn’t wind her enough, there was Allie behind her, grabbing her shoulders to pull Sharon down on to her upturned knees in a lung-blower. Sharon cried out loudly as the wind was crushed from her body, and the momentum of the fight swung inexorably in the favour of Allie Kennedy. Sharon was in trouble as she felt Allie’s hands in her brunette locks, two firm handfuls used to force her up to her feet, and she was shoved back into the corner again, breathing heavily. Again Allie cupped her chin to make sure that she was forced upright before delivering a chop across the breasts. “Aaagghhhh” Sharon moaned. “AWWWWW….TOO BAD!!” Allie laughed in return, pushing her back upright before repeating the dose with a second chop. By this stage of the fight, it was pretty clear that breasts were the primary targets for punishment by both fighters. Allie’s left breast had the red finger prints put there recently by Sharon, but she was more than holding her own in reddening all of her opponent’s breasts in return. A third chop lashed home and this time as she cried out in pain, Sharon tried to stumble her way out of the corner only for Allie to arrest her progress and shove her back into the corner with force.
“No you don’t!” Allie told her. “You stay in that corner until I say so” she continued, just getting her own thigh in between Sharon’s thighs now, mirroring the earlier method of the brunette as she started to grind it sensually into her crotch. Allie smirked “such a slut” as she felt Sharon involuntarily starting to grind back against her thigh. Making sure that Sharon stayed distracted, she leaned in to kiss her again, briefly but with great intensity, before she jerked her leg up a little, sending her thigh more harshly into the brunette’s crotch. As Sharon groaned, she was thrown by Allie, using a hair mare to send her to an untidy landing at the centre of the ring in a seated position. Allie moved quickly, almost sliding into a position behind her so she could wrap her stocking clad thighs around Sharon’s waist. The redhead was on top and she wanted to show how she could mix the ability to wrestle and catfight these days, following the guidance afforded her by Beth and Jemma. She shot a half nelson in, controlling Sharon’s left hand with her left harm, grabbing her hair to just help her to secure the hold. Then with her right hand, she reached around to slap and grab on to Sharon’s left breast to maul her. “How do you like it bitch?” she taunted quietly in Sharon’s ear as the brunette gritted her teeth and tried to prise Allie’s fingers off her breast.
She was successful in doing that, not without a struggle, but no sooner were Allie’s fingers off here that they were back on her again, reapplying the grip and the scene played out all over again, Sharon slowly and painfully getting Allie off her breast. The redhead was enjoying herself, her lips brushing Sharon’s neck on the way to just nibbling at her right ear lobe. The brunette tried to recoil from it, only to find Allie in control for now, holding her in place with that half nelson so that she was forced to take the full effect of Allie’s work. She moaned, a woman at odds with herself on finding an opponent able to attack her in this way, and finding that she didn’t quite know what to do or how to take it. She moaned loudly as Allie played with her emotions for a moment more before tightening her scissor hold to cut into the brunette’s body. Just as it looked like Allie held total control and had a path to victory mapped out in front of her though, Sharon McDonald steeled herself to fight back, her nails shredding the tops of Allie’s fishnet stockings as they scratched at her thighs punishingly. Now it was Allie who needed to be free of the hold and she ensured that separation quickly, cuffing Sharon around the back of the head with a hard slap before rolling back and away.
Both women were apart and were able to get to their feet to continue the fight now, but fight or not, it would be a battle to the end thanks to the wrestling skills of one of the women in question. Not before one last furious exchange though.
“You’re better than you were before. I’ll give you that bitch” Sharon allowed before lashing out to slap Allie’s face.
“You’re still just as much of a bitch as you were back then though….bitch!” Allie said, not flinching from the slap and firing back with one of her own to crack off Sharon’s left cheek in return.
Then both went for it, initially both hands in the hair of the other in a forehead to forehead battle of wills now that saw neither with the ability to shift the other very far. That was until Allie went to the breast once more, this time grabbing Sharon’s left breast with her right hand and pulling it to the side, against the constraints provided by her outfit. It was as if it had given Allie the ability to steer the brunette for a moment as she pulled her into the ring ropes, protesting loudly all the way. As her body hit the ring ropes first though, Sharon reacted quickly, raising a knee to catch Allie in the body before flashing her fingers at her eyes. Although Allie avoided the eye rake in reality, that flinch away was an opening for Sharon to punch her in the left breast, and Allie sagged into the ropes a little, some of the fight stolen from her body for the moment. Sharon was all business in attack now for the moment, grabbing Allie’s arm to send her to the ropes before taking her down with a clothesline as she rebounded. Allie hit the canvas looking a bit weary, but Beth was sure she was still had something in return. That didn’t materialise just yet though as Sharon peeled her from the canvas and pushed Allie back to the ropes before slashing a chop across her breasts again.
“OWWWWWRRR!” Allie moaned loudly, clutching immediately for her breasts, looking for all the world like she’d really felt the full force of that one.
“I knew it!” Sharon exclaimed triumphantly. “You’re tits can’t take much more slut, they never could! Then you’re all mine!” she told Allie.
“Noooo” Allie whined weakly, trying to push Sharon away. That proved more than enough to convince Sharon that the redhead was ripe for the picking now. She led Allie off the ropes with one hand in her hair, bent forward at the waist and looking a little bedraggled with her ripped up stockings threatening to head south quickly. It was time for a body slam to finish the action as she slipped a hand between Allie’s thighs, ready to lift her and plant her on the canvas as the prelude for whatever tit torture she had in mind next for Allie. She found the redhead’s feet to be set securely on the mat though, and took a second to take stock of the situation, it was a second too long though as she was forced to her knees by a clubbing blow across the shoulders from Allie. Suddenly it was the redhead with the opening, and steadying Sharon by the hair, she pumped her knee into her right breast to flatten it painfully.
The grip of the hair ensured that Sharon didn’t slip back to the canvas, instead finding herself pulled back up and in to a waist lock so that she could be lifted and dropped in a pussy pounding atomic drop onto Allie’s outstretched thigh. The gasp of shock was loud and clear from the surprised brunette who was frozen n pain there for a moment, stuck astride Allie’s leg. For the first time in her life, Allie had a cruel smile on her face, knowing just what she was going to do to her rival. She smirked at the brunette, then without warning repeated the move to deliver a second crotch crushing atomic drop! That agonising double impact had really taken a toll on Sharon who groaned loudly with pain before Allie closed her hands over the brunette’s breasts and pushed her off to the canvas.
There was nothing that Sharon would have liked more than to simply curl up into a foetal position and try desperately to recover from the debilitating impacts. Of course Allie wouldn’t afford her that luxury now. Flattening Sharon back out so that she was on her back, Allie dropped on to her with something of a splash so that she landed crotch to crotch with the ailing brunette. Sharon squirmed, uncomfortable at having Allie on top of her like this, pelvis pushing into her body to make it that bit harder for her to catch her breath properly. Allie got control of Sharon’s hands easily enough, the brunette not quite with it enough to fight it fully, and then she made her howl as she trapped her legs in the grapevine. On the outside Beth smiled, realising that Allie had listened to her when they had first met; this grapevine was a weapon for her, and as strong as Sharon’s legs were, she found that she wasn’t able to fight it, such was the impact of the fight on her. Allie looked down on her, told her “get ready to submit to me bitch!”, then simply plunged her breasts heavily into Sharon’s face. In this combination of smother and grapevine, it was the grapevine which had the starring role, powerfully spreading Sharon wider, while the smother was more about humiliation than anything more.
“How wide do they go?” Allie taunted, just ratcheting up the grapevine a little more to make Sharon cry out.
“Is that all? I was really sure you were used to spreading them much wider you dirty slag!” Allie continued, using the hold to make sure that Sharon’s legs did just that. The brunette expelled a guttural cry of pain into the sweaty softness of Allie’s big breasts, which had been her downfall before, but now were proving to play their part in her redemption against Sharon.
“Aaaaaggghhh….you’re hurting me!” Sharon protested to largely deaf ears as Gordy sat in the corner, looking on in a stunned silence at what had transpired now.
“That’s the idea you stupid bitch….so you submit then?” Allie quizzed her.
“Ooowwww…..OOOOWWWWW!” Sharon cried out as Allie spread her still further, finally pushing her beyond the threshold of resistance to her grapevine. “I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT!” she cried out, ending the match, following a couple of slaps to her breasts from Allie to just remind her that it was she who was the queen of the ring today.
The redhead returned to Beth in her corner, beaming with pride at the way she’d dealt with the woman who had tormented her so harshly in their previous meeting. Then she heard from behind her “Allie….I think I made a dreadful mistake….do you think…’
“Oh Gordy…” she sighed, turning and stroking the side of his face for a moment, a smile starting to spread on the blonde Scotsman’s face for a moment. Then Allie reared her hand back and slapped him hard in the face. “I’ve realised that sneaky, cheating bastards aren’t really my type any more. Now get your bitch up….try and get her decent, then get her out of my sight!” she told him, before turning away, leaving Gordy open mouthed, totally shocked as she picked up her boots and walked back to the changing rooms with Beth. She took her time getting out of her fighting clothes, packing them into the small bag she’d carried, along with her boots. Then Allie showered, the warm water just easing the soreness where Sharon had gone after her breasts, and changed back into her gym wear before she and Beth had left the changing room. There was no sign of Sharon of Gordy in there now. Both had obviously left the scene of this abject defeat for them as soon as they could.
“You’ll not be seeing her again Allie” Beth told her confidently.
“I hope not” Allie agreed. “But she is a bitch...they have a habit of turning up when you least want them to. She’s mad at you too” Allie reminded the blonde.
“Oh sure….that she is” Beth agreed. “I really hope she’s mad enough to do something about it!” she laughed.
“She might need a little while” Allie said as they walked out into the late morning sunshine. “You know I can’t wait to tell Andrea all about it!” she beamed.
“Oh...I can imagine!” Beth smirked, an eyebrow raised to make Allie blush a little at the thought of her new girlfriend. And then she laughed….after beating Sharon McDonald, absolutely nothing was going to derail the rest of her day!