Don’t Cry Over Spilt Milk, Fight Over It
By Wolfboy
Betty remembers her origins as a catfighter with her first rival
Betty sat at the table in a quiet and quite highbrow London restaurant, thinking back a few years now to her very first brush with the world of catfighting, which came with the woman that she was going to meet up with today. She hadn’t seen Sue Change for a number of years, right back to the time of that first fight with her. That had come about from an encounter in a restaurant too, making today’s venue that little bit more relevant. Today they wouldn’t be fighting though. Sue and Betty had remained close friends after their fight, hastily arranged during a business trip for Sue’s husband. He loved to watch Sue catfight as much as she had loved to take part in the hard fights herself. While their fight hadn’t been planned, it was a chance encounter that had led to it taking place.
Across the room now, Betty spotted Sue, her slightly greying blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, while her bright blue dress helped her to stand out from the crowd. Betty stood and waved, conscious that she wished she’d worn a slightly longer red dress given the refined nature of the restaurant. In a pair of high heels, the American blonde was pushing towards six feet tall; the kind of figure to attract plenty of attention!
At least today, it was Sue’s attention she attracted first of all, the English blonde waving back at her American counterpart, and telling the maitre’d that she could see where her table was before she cut through the restaurant to hug Betty. “Well, look at you champ!” she smiled, and then laughed “to think it was me that set you on the path to the title all those years back!”
“Great to see you Sue, it’s been so long!” Betty smiled back. “You look fantastic. You must be still ready to go these days?” she asked.
“Not as often as I used to” Sue admitted. “Takes me longer to get over it each time these days. I’d still take that shiny little title off you though Betty…” she smiled at the American, a light-hearted jibe that brought a smile to Betty’s face.
“Well, you’d have deserved a shot for sure. And I can safely say that nobody has quite punched me like you did that first time!” Betty told her friend.
“I’ve seen the way some of those pro girls hit” Sue told Betty now. “Trust me, you’re just more used to it now, because those bitches definitely hit hard!”
“Maybe you’re right” Betty agreed. “It’s interesting though. I still think back to our fight then Sue. I wonder what might have happened if I’d not….” she began
“Been a clumsy bugger and spilt that milk over me?” Sue chuckled.
“Well yeah...that” Betty smirked. “I mean, being a catfighter had never occurred to me up until that point. I thought I’d be a fitness model, or more likely still have some sort of office job when that didn’t pan out for me. But a professional catfighter? Until the milk hit your dress, I didn’t even know that a catfight was a thing!” she admitted.
Both women could picture that scene vividly in their minds as they panned through their menus. Betty, a nervous 18 year old waitress at a restaurant in California, with a terrace overlooking the Pacific Ocean, had stumbled with a jug of milk, which she was taking to another table. That jug had ended up squarely in the lap of Sue, and a horrified Betty had immediately whisked Sue away to the rest room to try and help her clean up, apologising profusely as they went. The dress, fortunately in black silk was able to be cleaned up just enough by Betty, who apologised with every dab and wipe of the cloth she’d found, so that Sue could return to her afternoon tea on the terrace. “I’m so, so, sorry, send me the bill. I promise I’ll get it cleaned properly for you. It’s such a lovely dress!” she told Sue, her concern palpable.
“Really, don’t worry” Sue had smiled back, trying her best to allay Betty’s concerns. “It was an accident, really not your fault” she said.
“But they sack us here for things like that” Betty had explained.
“How ridiculous!” Sue said, indignant now on the young waitresses behalf. “Look, if they’re like that, look for a better job...and how would you like to earn some money in the meantime?” Sue suggested. It was the bait on the hook that had pulled Betty in to the world of catfighting, she knew now. At the time, she’d just asked “ummmm, sure, but how?”
At that point, Sue had steered her back into the restroom to give them both a bit of privacy for a moment so that she could tell Betty just what she had in mind. “A catfight….that’s what I’m thinking” Sue said, then she saw the blank look on Betty’s face at the suggestion. “A fight between two women….like wrestling, but much more stuff allowed” she explained further.
“Oh sure, I know” Betty agreed. “But don’t they usually just happen in bars and that kind of place? How do I make any money from that?” she asked.
“You don’t. You’d make no money from those kind of catfights. But there’s organised ones as well, with crowds that pay. Sometimes private fights as well, they can pay too. That’s what I’m proposing” Sue said.
“Oh right….I had no idea. But I don’t know how to fight” Betty pointed out. “And who would I fight anyway? I don’t know anyone that fights for money….” she said.
“Yes you do….me. You can fight me. I’m a catfighter” Sue smiled as the penny dropped for Betty finally. “Don’t worry” Sue told her now, “I’m not pissed off at you about the dress. I’m not going to jump you or anything, but maybe you might just be able to help me out with something. I usually arrange a catfight when I’m on a business trip with my husband, but my arranged opponent here no showed last night. If you could step in, there’s $300 in it for you” Sue suggested to Betty.
The American blonde thought it over for a moment or two, then her expression turned to one of resolve. “I’ve never fought anyone in my life. I’m not sure I really know how, but it’s the least I can do given the circumstances. I’m in, but I might not be the great opponent that you’re expecting” she told Sue.
“You know more than you think I’m sure” Sue encouraged Betty now. “What’s the first think you’d think of if a girl set about you?” she asked.
“I guess I’d pull her hair” Betty suggested uncertainly.
“Exactly” Sue agreed. “And that’s catfighting summed up. Do what comes naturally to you as a woman. Pull hair, grab, hit, slap, scratch and squeeze anything sensitive pretty much”
“Oh! Sounds kinda fun I guess!” Betty agreed.
“It will be, though it can be painful fun sometimes” Sue admitted honestly. She could still see a little hesitation in the young American. “Look, we’re renting a house so it’s more private….come out there as early as you like. I’ll give you a crash course in what it’s like so it’s not a total surprise to you when we start for real” Sue offered.
“Deal” Betty agreed with her. She felt she owed this English woman something, and if it was a little painful? Well, she’d cope with that.
“Great!” Sue smiled. “Well come on, I’d better introduce you to Li. He’d be delighted to know that I’ve got an opponent now” Sue said, grabbing Betty by the hand and leading her back to the table to introduce the blonde to her husband.
In the present, both women realised that they’d studying their menus in silence before finally placing their orders. “You’re thinking of it too?” Sue asked Betty who nodded in reply. “I think of it often” Sue admitted. “I’ve fought lots of experienced women, but you were the only time I got to break in a real newbie when I was an experienced fighter. And my gosh you had so many questions!” she laughed.
“I did” Betty readily agreed. “I mean the whole thing was a totally foreign concept to me at the time” she said. “What do I wear for a catfight? Am I supposed to hurt you? Will you hurt me? Where do we fight? I think I even asked you is it legal at one point!” she laughed.
“That’s right! I can safely say Betty, you’re the only opponent that has ever asked me that one!” Sue agreed. “I will say though, just as I did back then, it was really brave of you to do it. You really didn’t know what you were getting yourself into.”
“Not the first clue” Betty agreed as their food was presented to the table by their waiter, and the thoughts of both women went back several years to that time, where they’d been ready to fight, only one of them really knowing what lay ahead at that time of course.
“You did do a good job of dressing right for it in the end Betty” Sue had allowed across the mats at the time, seeing her opponent in a plain red string bikini with the slightly unusual addition of red hold up stockings. The teenager was tanned, in decent shape, and definitely naturally busty Sue had noted. Across the mats in the back room of the house, Sue was dressed all in black lingerie, thong and bra, complete with suspender bely and black sheer stockings. A pair of black high heels brought her up to the height of Betty, though they would soon be kicked off for the action to begin. Sue’s husband Li sat in the chair in the corner of the room, and Betty was relieved that at least her first try at this was going to be in front of such a small audience at least. Sue nodded at Betty now, her signal to introduce herself for their audience of one.
“I’m Betty” she said, stepping forward on to the mats a little way. “I’m from here in Los Angeles. I’m 18 years old, 5 feet 9 inches tall, 150lbs and 38DD-25-36. I’ve never been in a catfight before” she admitted.
“Well, good luck Betty” Li had told her, then Sue had stepped forward on to the mats to introduce herself now. “I’m Sue, from England. I’m 51 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 161lbs, 36C-27-37 and I have a record of 31 wins and 5 losses”. Betty had gulped at that record, even though Sue had been open with her when they’d been talking before the fight, and when they’d done her little crash course introduction to it all. Still, the record was there before her now, an undeniable advantage for Sue.
There would be no bell to start the action, just a nod between the two women enough to start off their arranged catfight, set to last for three rounds, each of which would end with a submission. All three rounds would be fought as well regardless of how the first two falls had ended. Something which might have been just as well as the first fall got under way. Faced with an older, much more experienced woman, Betty kind of froze, despite the brief crash course that the older woman had given her in fighting. She moved hesitantly out of her corner, arms sort of outstretched, but her movements weren’t positive, the arms were vaguely defensive, and Sue brushed them aside on her way to a handful of Betty’s long blonde hair. The shriek of surprise had barely left Betty’s lips before the crack of a slap off her body filled the room with it’s report. Then Sue used a double handful of hair to pull her more across to the centre of the mats. Betty’s hands pushed, rather than hit at, Sue’s body, again a purely defensive and largely ineffective move from the young American. Sue simply pulled her forward by the hair, a sharp downward pull then enough to deposit the young blonde on her knees.
From there, it was a simple enough attack for Sue to complete. Both hands still in Betty’s hair, controlling her in truth rather than really pulling hard, she simply walked forward into Betty, using her body to force Betty to her back, slowly but surely, legs still folded beneath her. Sue dropped on to her, a schoolgirl pin at first as she sat on the big breasts of the American. There was a look of surprise in Betty’s eyes as she looked up at Sue, surprise set there by just how easily she’d been put on her back by her. She wasn’t hurt, not yet, but the blonde had no answer to the control of the British woman who slowly inched forward. Betty’s eyes remained wide with surprise as she belatedly tried to squirm and buck, but Sue was not an easy woman to dislodge, especially when she saw a quick submission on the horizon. Her thighs framed Betty’s head for a moment, the clasps of her suspender belt just pressing into Betty’s cheeks. Nobody had ever sat on Betty’s face before in her life; I mean, why would they have? She was a minute into her first experience of catfighting, and had no inkling of what was coming. Sue told her “take a deep breath”, then just moved forward with no further warning, sitting squarely on her face as Betty learned what black satin and a woman’s crotch felt like when it was pressed heavily on her nose and mouth. She panicked, her feet kicking at the mats, tried to take a breath and the feeling of panic just rose in her as she realised that was going to work all that well. Sue took a hand out of her hair, knowing that even one was probably more than she needed for control now. A slap caught Betty’s breast, lightly enough, although the shock of feeling the older woman’s fingers on her breast sent a shudder through Betty’s body. Then that hand balled up and struck once, hard, straight into the pit of Betty’s stomach, and that was all it was going to take for the first submission. Betty’s hand tapped with urgency at Sue’s thighs; that those taps were the closest to a real blow Betty had landed in the opening part of the fight might have been telling as Sue got off her. But the British woman was prepared to be patient, almost nurturing, with this young blonde who she had taken a liking to, helping her to a sitting position. Then there was almost an embrace as she whispered some words that were meant only for Betty.
“Do you remember what I told you after that first fall?” Sue asked Betty back in the present time now.
“I remember a lot of things. Mostly being totally out of my depth in that first bit of the fight first and foremost” Betty replied. “I’d never been in that position in my life. Although you’d tried to prepare me for it, I really still had no clue. But yeah, I do remember Sue” Betty admitted. “I remember every word you told me. You told me it wasn’t really about winning or losing, but if I was in a fight, it would probably go much better for me if I actually did try to fight you!” she smiled.
“And I was right wasn’t I?” Sue asked her. It wasn’t really a question because she knew the answer.
“You were” Betty agreed. “Since then, I’ve always tried to follow that advice. Doesn’t always mean I win. Just like on that day, But at least I wasn’t so overwhelmed in the second fall” she said.
“Well, I did give you a free shot to start that one” Sue laughed, remembering how she’d told Betty to slap her, mouthing the words to her young opponent as the second fall started. “I thought you’d go to the body though. Didn’t really consider that timid little Betty from the first fall would crack one across my chops!” Sue admitted.
“You did tell me to fight” Betty shrugged with a smirk.
That had been true and the young American had done just that in her second fall of catfighting action. It had been more spirited than truly effective at times, but nonetheless, she’d fought in a rough and tumble fall of action that had seen her open with that hard slap. While Sue had taken a second to take stock of that, Betty had gone to the hair with both hands, ragging Sue’s head around by it for a moment. She’d seen this done in an occasional film on TV, so she knew it clearly had to be effective, and it was, enough at least until Sue latched both hands on to Betty’s DDs. That had proven to have a shock value all over again for Betty and the certainty went out of her hair pulling for the moment as she dealt with this new sensation. Sue had noted it, and quickly switched to a handful of hair to draw Betty into a side headlock. A flick of the hip, perfectly timed by an experienced fighter, swept the surprised teenager up and over Sue’s hip to the mat now, and flat on her back, she felt the soft satin of a bra and the breasts it contained in her face this time, partly at least, as Sue cranked on the hold.
In the first fall, that would likely have been it for Betty, but she was at least starting to find some enthusiasm for what she was doing now. She moaned; the headlock as tight after all, and it was her first experience of such a thing. But some of the work she’d done with Sue beforehand kicked in again now. She was tall and flexible, contorting her body, she was almost able to wrap her long legs around Sue’s head in a head scissors before the older woman brushed them off. Working the headlock again, she taunted Betty lightly enough, telling her “nice try kid”, and Betty tried to wriggle and squirm to escape from the hold now. She learned quickly enough that the more she worked her head around though, the easier it seemed to be for Sue to just tighten her hold. The hair was the key as it was so often in a catfight. Sue had a lovely mane of platinum blonde hair, and Betty used that to her advantage as she used a grip of it to help her steer Sue’s head between her long legs in the head scissor that she’d looked for earlier. This time the hold was applied and there was the first moment of concern from Sue as her face was buried in between Betty’s thighs, her stocking tops smushing into the older woman’s face. Inexperienced or not, Betty was strong for her build and Sue felt it, moaning quietly. Emboldened by this development, Betty slapped Sue’s belly and then asked her “submit?”
“No way” Sue replied. Her voice was slightly distorted by the pressure of the scissor hold as Betty squeezed her as best she could. The older woman was probably glad that Betty’s technique didn’t match up to her potential power before she grabbed her feet in their sheer red stockings and used that grip to prise her way clear of the scissor hold. Free from it, Sue punished the young American with a flurry of slaps to the body to reassert her control. Even now, Betty still recalled it; the slaps hadn’t been individually that hurtful, but was a stinging flurry that she couldn’t really defend against, before Sue used the hair to pull her up to her feet. “Ooohhh!” Betty moaned as Sue’s right hand went between her legs to lift her for a passable body slam on the pretty unforgiving mats. Sue dived on to her with a splash, squashing the air and some of the new found fight from Betty before she took up a cross pin.
Instinct saw Betty wrap a hand in Sue’s hair, while her other was trapped firmly between two powerful thighs, able only to slap fruitlessly at Sue’s ass. In her place, lying across Betty’s chest, Sue was in control despite the slaps to her ass and hair pulling; she landing one of those heavy punches to the body again, seeing the way that impact quickened Betty’s breathing as she tried to the recover from it. Gamely, The American blonde tried to rag the older British blonde’s head around by her grip of her hair, ineffective or not, it was at least something of a nuisance value to Sue.
Betty felt the red top of her bikini being forced up now, felt the jiggle as her impressive breasts were uncovered from it’s support. And then she howled loudly, as Sue demonstrated an expert technique in nipple and breast attacks.
“OWWWWW! AAAGGHHHOOOOWWWW!” Betty cried loudly. Her eyes were shut as she started to try to deal with this new type of pain.
“Submit?” Sue asked her. She had twisted the nipple while getting her fingers into the breast around the nipple as well. This was another new experience for Betty to take. “NOOOO….OOOOWWWWW….OWWWWWW!” she cried out, gamely trying to hold on, although her grip of Sue’s hair had weakened to be largely pointless now. Sue worked her breast maul some more, knowing that each movement of her fingers tortured Betty’s senses with new barbs of pain. For a woman new to catfighting, it was a lot to take; too much. Betty cried out in submission again, to concede the second of the three falls. This one had taken four minutes as opposed to the one from the first round though, and she was surprised to find herself breathing heavily while Sue was barely looking like she’d broken a sweat so far.
Again, the older woman had pulled Betty back to a seated position and whispered her some encouragement. “You doing OK for a newbie...we’ll take a little break, but then fight as hard as you can in the last fall, I won’t hold back now” she said, just easing Betty’s bikini top back into place. The American blonde nodded and managed a smile, before returning to a chair in her corner of the room. Taking in the view from there, she could see that both Li and Sue were enjoying the match, Li more obviously so. But that was fine, because so was she in her own way. Although she was out of her depth, she found the physical challenge to be interesting.
“I never really asked you what you’d thought before that last fall Betty” Sue asked her back in the restaurant as they talked about their match over their main course now.
“Honestly” Betty told her, “two things really. One that you were going to kick my ass, and the other was that I already knew that I was going to do it again, and soon.”
“Did it bother you?” Sue asked. “I mean, I’ve gone into matches knowing I’m outmatched. Not often, but it can happen, and it’s sort of intimidating” she pointed out.
“I don’t remember feeling it at that time” Betty told her. “I guess I didn’t know enough to feel it then. But I do know the feeling well enough now. That point in a fight where you’re trapped, tired, and you know that bitch is going to hurt you. It happens…” she shrugged, brushing it off, almost as soon as she’d acknowledged it.
“I often wondered” Sue admitted. “You fought with a lot of freedom in the third fall when it started. I never knew if it had been desperation or because you were actually having a good time”
“It might just have been both” Betty laughed, and both smiled at the thought as their minds turned to their final session of fighting, and they began to reminisce about it.
Just as Sue had said, the final session which followed on from a five minute break, had begun at a pace, and with Betty showing a real enthusiasm for it. It was the work of a woman slowly warming up to her task, and desperate to stop a more experienced woman dominating her. Stand up fighting was the key, she had strategised during that lengthy break. She as taller than Sue, her reach was greater, so on her feet Betty had reasoned, she could stop Sue from getting to her.
It was effective too. Betty had launched a flurry of slaps right out of the gate that had put Sue on the back foot, slowly driving her off the mat so that her back was to the wall. Betty’s inexperience had perhaps been her friend for the first time here, the slaps swung by the fighting debutant coming in from unusual angles, making them challenging for Sue to block. The British woman still found herself grateful for that inexperience though, the slaps landing on her rather than the way a more seasoned fighter always seemed to hit ‘through’ the target. With her range, she knew that Betty would hit hard in time. For now, Betty didn’t follow Sue to the wall; she was happy with this style of fighting, hoping to use her range to keep Sue at distance and wear her down. And it continued to look effective for a while longer. Betty’s flurries of slaps kept Sue at a distance for the most part as she busily swung away, only given occasional pause by a blow landed in counter by the British woman from time to time.
Throwing five slaps for every punch thrown by Sue wasn’t overly conducive to her success in the final fall though. Not only was it tiring her out slowly, swinging the sheer volume of slaps, but Sue’s punches, exclusively targeting her stomach and ribs, were adding to the tiring effect each time they landed. Sue hit hard, Betty was just learning as the fight went on; she had no idea of course that the British woman had even won some fights with what more or less amounted to a body punch knockout in the past. Five minutes passed, and Betty’s arms were just starting to feel tired, but she was committed to her strategy; still she flailed away. Finally, she caught Sue, decisively she was convinced, pushing out a front kick to the stomach as the British blonde closed in on her. It had landed well enough, it made Sue gasp genuinely and winded her a little. Betty finally pressed in, with Sue’s back to the wall, now prepared to grapple a woman that she thought was hurt. As the two started to grapple there against the wall, it quickly became clear that if the kick had winded Sue, it was still Betty who was the more tired fighter. She tried to grapple Sue around and maybe force her into a hold, and found that she had little success. Then she went to the hair and as her arms went up to do that, Sue chopped a two punch combination in to Betty’s body, to totally debilitate the blonde as it snatched her breath away. She sagged forward into Sue, hands reaching for but never really finding her hair as a knee caught her flush in the crotch, and pretty much ended the fight as a contest.
Betty crumpled to the ground and quickly got her second experience of a face sit in just twelve minutes of fighting wile she just clutched her assaulted womanhood in pain. A submission was coming, just as soon as Sue had eased a breast clear of that red bikini top again. Betty’s nipple was stiff to the touch quickly now, and then she shrieked in a muffled cry of submission as Sue went to work on her with the breast maul once more. The fight was done, and this time Sue didn’t put Betty’s breast back in to her top as she spoke to her, sitting beside the prone young blonde who was still learning on her first go at catfighting.
“You didn’t do too bad Betty” Sue had allowed that day. “I mean I kicked your ass, but for a complete new girl, not bad.”
“I guess” Betty had replied, still more preoccupied with the pain in her crotch at that precise point.
“Now, I’m going to give you all my contact details” Sue had told the surprised blonde. “I think you have the potential to carry on and be quite good at this, so you can call me any time you want advice, and if it goes well, maybe I can get you into real championship catfighting too. I know someone” she’d offered.
“I still don’t know to this day how you saw anything in me” Betty told Sue in the restaurant. “You pretty well trounced me” she pointed out.
“That was the key thing though Betty. I did trounce you, just as I should have done. But not once did you complain or stop trying to hurt me, it was just that you didn’t really know how to back then. Even when I accidentally cunted you at the end you didn’t cry foul” she smirked.
“Sure….accidental” Betty laughed. It was a long standing joke between the two, no matter how valuable Sue’s advice had been to Betty starting out. “But what was it that brought you down here to see me today?” Betty asked Sue now. “It must have been something more than just wanting to reminisce over that. I know you hate coming to London with a passion?”
“That’s the truth” Sue readily agreed. “No you’re right, I did have something I wanted to tell you. You remember that I had promised I could get you into championship catfighting but then it never panned out?” she asked. Betty nodded; she recalled the promise, but had never really thought anything more of it. “Well the woman I asked about it is the mother of that Emma bitch you fought not so long ago. And well, my sources tell me that she didn’t put your name forward even though she told me she had. Apparently her girl has had a lot of trouble with busty blondes, so she didn’t bring you to the Smythe’s attention like she should have” Sue told Betty.
“The devious bitch” Betty remarked. Although she was the champion now, she wasn’t too happy about this development.
“You got here on your own ability in the end, but I don’t think you should let it slide” Sue told Betty. “As champion, you need to project a strong image and lay down a marker” she told her young friend.
“Well I kicked her girls butt, so what should I do now?” she asked Sue.
“Deal with the mother. She used to fight. I know. I fought her and she beat me. Offer her something, some kind of friendly match or a ruse. She’ll accept I’m sure, and then punish her. That might draw Emma out again, then cunt that big bitch in public so that everyone knows you’re the queen of Smythe Catfights now” Sue said. “And if you do find that you need a tag team partner at some point, my girl Casey might just be able to step up” Sue said.
“Casey probably has her own fights to win” Betty said evenly, but her mind was already moving on. “But if I’m going to fight Debbie and Emma in a tag fight, it’s you that I’d want by my side if you’ve still got it? Do you still fight regularly enough? Betty asked.
“Not regularly enough” Sue admitted. “But neither is Debbie though. Give me a little time to get a couple of fights under my belt though, and I’ll be there with you Betty.”
“Great Sue, I can’t wait for us to take care of those bitches once and for all!” Betty smiled, but it wasn’t the happy go lucky smile of the Californian champion that so many were used to seeing. This was one laced with malevolence, and laden with a plan that was still forming in her mind to teach Debbie and Emma a lesson!