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Caribbean Queen
By Wolfboy
Sara takes on a
Caribbean heavyweight as she starts to prepare for taking on Emma again
In the aftermath of Sara’s tough defeat to Heather in
which she lost her Southern Belles title, I had made a deal with her manager
Danny. We had both agreed to send the other videos of our respective fighter’s
private matches in order that we might have both fully prepared for their
seemingly inevitable third match. Both women had, temporarily at least, removed
themselves from the title picture in their respective organisations. Both wanted
to use a variety of private opponents to help complete their comebacks from
tough title losses.
The first match I received through from Danny was of
Sara’s first match of something of a mini world tour. Sara had travelled to
Barbados to take on the undefeated Bajan catfight queen Shontelle Jackson in a
no time limit battle until one gave up the entire match. The video started with
a view of the outside of a temporary structure; open to the elements on one
side, tin walls and roof enclosed a tight matted area closely surrounded by a
small crowd of about 50. The small area was apparently a feature of all of
Shontelle’s fights; the 210lb champion didn’t like to have to go looking for her
opponents. The area, probably no more than 12 feet square would guarantee that
didn’t need to happen. I suspected the tin roof and tightly packed crowd were
all part of a plan to expose Sara to the sapping Caribbean heat.
The camera panned to show Sara making her way through the
crowd to the mats to the sound of near silence from the clearly partisan crowd
in attendance. The blonde didn’t quite look her usual confident self, perhaps
taken aback a little by the lack of a reaction from the crowd, perhaps still
feeling the effect of her defeat to Heather. She did look the part though, her
flowing blonde hair and lightly tanned, strong body set off by her choice of
outfit; an aquamarine one piece swimsuit with a plunging front showing off her
impressive cleavage. The crowd was far less reserved for the appearance of the
home town girl, Shontelle. Loud cheering and whooping accompanied the coffee
skinned champion on to the mats. The term BBW could have been invented for the
Bajan brawler, a solid yet curvaceous 210lb woman. She acknowledged the crowd
before stripping off her t-shirt to reveal a leopard skin print two-piece of
high waisted bikini briefs and a halter top which was already struggling to
contain her massive breasts.
The referee stepped on to the mats to join both women and
handle the introductions ‘Folks, we have a sweat box challenge match which is
scheduled for one submission with no time limit. It is a non-title bout in which
anything goes. Throughout the match, the temperature on the mats will be a
minimum of 95 degrees Fahrenheit. First of all, on my left from the United
States of America is Sara. Sara is 5 feet 9 inches tall, 161lbs and measures
38DD-26-38 with 24 wins and 8 defeats to her name.’ There was still little
response from the crowd to the visiting fighter, but the crowd came to life as
the local fighter was introduced ‘her opponent is the Bajan Catfight Queen,
Shontelle Jackson. Shontelle is 5 feet 7 inches tall, weighs 210lbs and measures
44F-34-43 with a perfect record of 15 wins from 15 fights.’ Now the crowd was in
full voice, apparently the home town girl was popular to say the least. The
referee called both women together at the centre of the mats before giving them
the instruction to ‘lock up ladies’ and the bout started with the two women
applying a mutual double breast claw as the referee instructed them to fight.
Instantly the extra power of the Bajan told as she pushed
Sara back, strong hands squeezing her breasts through the wet look material of
her swimsuit. Sara’s hands also went to work, finding plenty to grip on to with
her opponent’s ample breasts but she was unable to prevent herself being forced
back until she found herself lying across the front row of the crowd. Shontelle
retained her footing, both women maintained their breast claws, but it was the
local champion having the best of this early exchange as she was able to use her
leverage advantage to bring extra pressure to bear on Sara’s breasts. 30 seconds
in, and the referee announced ‘you may break the initial lock now’, and
immediately Shontelle crashed a slap into Sara’s face before grabbing her hair
and bringing her back on the mats. Sara fired in a quick punch to Shontelle’s
stomach; the Bajan fired back with a knee to Sara’s body and then effortlessly
lifted the blonde to deliver a big body slam that drew a cheer from the crowd.
Shontelle wasn’t quick enough to capitalise though and Sara scrambled back to
her feet. The tight fight area didn’t allow for much respite though, Shontelle
quickly closing in on Sara and grabbing her a in a clinch before shoving the
blonde back into the crowd again. Sara found herself on top of the front row
again as Shontelle slapped hard at her body, but again Sara shot back with a
sharp punch to the body, buying herself time to get back to her feet . This
time, Sara used her speed, dodging Shontelle’s straight ahead approach before
using a good handful of black hair to pull the bigger woman into a side
headlock. Sara cranked hard on the bigger woman’s head and neck briefly before
Shontelle put her on her knees with two hard forearm shots to the kidneys and
the Bajan champion proceeded to take control of the fight now.
A hammer blow across the shoulders would have put Sara
face down on the mat, only for Shontelle to arrest her forward momentum with a
good handful of blonde hair. Quickly a sleeper hold was on as well, Shontelle
wrapping a brawny arm around Sara’s throat while she maintained the handful of
hair into the bargain. Sara was in trouble early on in the contest, her
opponent’s bicep grinding into her face while she ripped at the blonde hair
causing Sara to cry out in pain. The referee moved in and asked Sara if she
wanted to submit, but she was in no mood for that, starting to throw elbows back
into Shontelle’s body and was successful in forcing a break. A break in the hold
at least, but not in the dominating performance so far by the Caribbean champion
who quickly got Sara to her feet before chopping her back down to the mat with a
two punch combination to the body.
Down on the mat, the pretty blonde fighter gained no
respite either as Shontelle was quick to wrap her thick thighs around Sara’s
waist, pouring on the pressure in a rear body scissor. ‘Wanna see some tits?’
Shontelle asked the crowd, not waiting for the enthusiastic reply before
slipping the shoulder straps of Sara’s aquamarine swimsuit down, making her
naked to the waist and opening up her breasts for her next attack. Wrapping one
arm around her throat, she turned Sara slightly, presenting her left breast
perfectly for her planned assault. Ten heavy handed slaps cracked off the
sensitive breast flesh setting Sara’s breast on fire with pain before she was
able to catch hold of Shontelle’s arm briefly to stop the attack. Instead,
Shontelle worked her arm in tighter around Sara’s throat, slowly turning Sara’s
face until it was pressed into her 44F breasts. Slick with sweat already, Sara
looked to be in trouble to me; she clearly sensed it too, releasing Shontelle’s
arm to sink her nails in to the Caribbean fighters breasts, but despite drawing
a brief cry of pain from Shontelle, Sara soon found herself repaid in kind as
slaps rained in on her left breast once again. Force back on to the defensive,
Sara trapped Shontelle’s arm once again, but found herself slowly forced back
into the smother again by the wily Bajan. Again Sara’s nails dug into
Shontelle’s breasts as she looked to relieve the smother only for Shontelle to
again work her left breast over; this time using three quick slaps before
applying a claw hold, pulling the breast away from Sara’s body and drawing a
gasp of pain. Once again, Sara looked to be in big trouble as her opponent’s
strong fingers tortured her breast, but she was ever resourceful and was able to
take Shontelle by surprise with a back head butt in to the face which stunned
her for long enough to allow Sara to scramble free.
The straps of her swimsuit now swinging freely at her
waist, Sara looked to follow up grabbing Shontelle’s hair before delivering a
forearm across her shoulders. With Shontelle on all fours, Sara looked to attack
with a kick to the body only for Shontelle to catch her foot and trip her off
balance. Both women were back on their feet, Shontelle looking to close Sara
down and showing little regard for the power of the punches Sara was landing in
her chest as she did so. It was a short game of cat and mouse given the small
fight area, Sara landing a dozen, seemingly ineffective punches before Shontelle
caught up to her with a stinging slap to the face. Shontelle then bull-rushed
Sara back into the crowd and once more the now topless blonde found herself
lying across the lucky front row of the audience. A double fisted blow to the
stomach struck home before an instant elbow to the chin knocked Sara back onto
her back. A handful of flowing blonde hair allowed Shontelle to remove Sara from
the front row of the crowd to deliver another big body slam. The crowd cheered
their home favourite; even more so when she asked them if they wanted ‘to see
some real tits now?’ before removing her own top and delivering a full body
splash on the fallen blonde.
The air was crushed from Sara before Shontelle shifted
position and she found her coffee coloured breasts firmly planted in the
blonde’s face as she pinned her to the mat. 210lbs of heavyweight, experienced
catfighter made it almost impossible for Sara to escape from the pin and smother
combination. Fighting back wasn’t beyond Sara though as she quickly wrapped a
hand in her opponent’s hair, using it to pull her head back painfully. That had
the effect of at least partially relieving the smother, and with Shontelle’s
breasts hovering near her face, they made a large, inviting target for Sara’s
teeth. A scream of anguish from the Caribbean woman was instantly followed by a
forearm catching Sara high on the forehead which broke the momentum of the
blonde’s counter attack for now as Sara once again found 44F breasts forced
firmly into her face. Both bodies were slick with sweat now as the bout entered
its twelfth minute. Sara seemed to have taken the worst of it so far, and
Shontelle was content to maintain the smother which Sara did her best to relieve
once again with the hair pulling. The close contact of the move was working a
little in Sara’s favour though, giving her the chance to hit home with a number
of short body punches, the sensation of knuckle on flesh bringing a grimace to
the face of the Caribbean catfight queen.
On top of Sara still though, Shontelle maintained her
smother hold for now. Despite the sapping effects of the heat and the smother,
Sara maintained a steady rhythm with her fists drumming out a steady beat on her
opponent’s body, and pretty soon, each strike was drawing a little yelp of pain
from Shontelle who finally realised that she needed to move away from the
smother hold. As she looked to move though, Sara caught her perfectly with a
short head butt to the chest before pulling her in close as she rolled the now
stunned Caribbean champion onto her back, mounting her in a schoolgirl pin
position. It suddenly looked as though Sara’s body punching through the fight
had maybe had a bigger impact on Shontelle that had been evident as she seemed
to be unable to dislodge Sara as the blonde rained in a flurry of slaps on
Shontelle’s face. The crowd sensed it too, a sudden hush falling over them as
they wondered if the home town girl was in more trouble than they had ever seen
her in before. If she wasn’t at that point, she was a few seconds later as
Sara’s fist hammered hard into her soft belly before she applied a nasty stomach
claw, nails and fingers managing to draw cries of pain from Shontelle. The Bajan
was a proud woman though, and it seemed it would take more than that to make her
submit, but Sara had the answer to that problem.
Swapping her position quickly, Sara moved into a reverse
schoolgirl pin, deftly trapping Shontelle’s arms as she did so. Smiling at the
stunned crowd now, Sara went to work on her opponent’s breasts now, first with
quick fire stinging slaps, then hard punches, driving her knuckles deep into her
soft breasts. Throughout that, she steadily moved her position backwards towards
applying a reverse face sit. It was almost as if she was allowing Shontelle to
anticipate what was coming before the move was fully applied. A desperation move
saw Shontelle attempt to swing her legs up to catch and dislodge her blonde
tormentor. Sara was waiting on the move though, trapping her legs and as she
finally moved back to apply the face sit, she also removed her opponent’s bikini
briefs before plunging her fingers into her pussy. It was a position that
Shontelle had never found herself in before, pinned and punished by a superior
woman, and she had no answer to it either, quickly tapping the mat to give Sara
an impressive comeback victory in tough conditions.
As she rose from the beaten Caribbean catfight queen,
Sara threw her leopard print briefs into the crowd, sparking a small frenzy as
she coolly walked off the mats. I found myself wondering what Sara’s next
challenge would be; one thing I did know though was that she was going to
represent a tough challenger whenever she and Emma would next clash...
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