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Crossed Paths

By Wolfboy

Claire returns to the Crown & Compass, eyeing up another opponent

Claire had enjoyed victories over Vicky the landlady and then Niamh, the wannabe model and influencer after running across both at the Crown and Compass pub, and after the success of those two fights, she’d been left wanting more. Niamh had really proven no challenge to her, and she’d not been seen in the pub since then. She’d mentioned a fighting cousin or something like that Claire vaguely recalled, but it was of no concern to her. Everyone thought that they knew someone who could fight after all. Niamh had thought pointers were going to help her. It just got her beaten up Claire laughed to herself as she entered the pub. It was her first visit for a few days. She already thought she’s identified a potential victim, but decided to bide her time with this one, wanting to make sure her assessment of this woman was right. There was nothing in itself that marked her potential target as being the right kind of woman to fight, yet at the same time, there was everything there that she needed.

She’d asked Vicky about this woman in the end, because she’d been there all along and it had taken Claire some time to notice her. She was quiet. She kept to herself, but not in a shy wallflower kind of way. She was just confident enough to be there on her own, with no need for validation from others. Sometimes she was with friends, usually at the weekends. Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays though, she always came to the pub alone for one drink, then would leave. Direct from the gym Claire realised as well. The summer months were giving way to autumn now, but she’d seen enough of the woman in the summer to see that she was in great shape. Short. She was barely over 5 feet tall, but she was built strongly with long straight, slightly greying platinum blonde hair, that Claire salivated at the prospect of ripping into. But how to make the approach? Claire suspected that this platinum blonde woman wasn’t simply going to fight her on a whim. There had to be something that would appeal to her personality or her interests in some way. There was no man to start a fight over. She didn’t do a single thing that Claire was able to even fake umbrage at. Claire watches and she waited, she tried to weigh it up, and eventually she realised what it was she needed to do. It was going to need to be the offer of an innocent sporting challenge to hook this woman. Sporting in appearance at least; Claire wouldn’t be even the slightest bit sporting if she agreed to it.

Today was the day Claire had decided to bait the hook and see if she could catch an opponent. As such, she’d come to the pub looking considerably more sporty than usual, in a pair of gym leggings, and a tight sports zip top. When the woman came into the bar that early evening, she was dressed quite similarly to Claire, who took a sip of her drink and waited a few minutes. It was one of those evenings where the woman was definitely on her own Claire confirmed. She made her move.

“Hi” she said as she slid into the window booth next to the woman. “I’m Claire, really hope you don’t mind me joining you….just, well….you look in fantastic shape and…”

“You’re not really my type Claire” the woman smiled politely, the ready rebuttal of an advance that she’d slightly misjudged in it’s nature.

“Oh gosh….no! Sorry, did you think? Oh!” Claire laughed. “No, I just wanted to check which gym you used because it’s really obviously working. And I want to be stronger for what I do” Claire said, a little cryptically.

“Oh I see! Sorry, I thought you were….oh...well, sorry” the woman said. “I fell such a fool but I hope you can understand?” she asked Claire.

“Absolutely I can. You go anywhere on your own, and it’s often the same isn’t it!” Claire agreed readily.

“Often” the woman agreed. “Look, we’ve really got off on the wrong foot” she continued, offering her hand to Claire. “I’m Marie. It’s nice to meet you Claire. And my gym….well, I go to Prime Fitness, just down the street” she said.

Claire shook her hand, making sure just to put enough force into her grip. “Oh, I know it” Claire smiled. “I think I might need to give it a go!” she said.

“Well, you felt plenty strong enough to me Claire. What exactly are you training for?” Marie asked her.

“Well….it’s a bit delicate” Claire said, lowering her voice a little. “but I….errr….I wrestle Marie” she explained, being just a little economical with the truth.

“Oh, well that’s interesting” Marie allowed. “I suppose that is something you need to be quite strong for” she said.

“Ideally, yes” Claire agreed with Marie, “and fit too. You’re really pretty perfect for it you know Marie. You’re definitely fit and strong. I bet you’d be good at it” Claire said.

“I’ve never really thought about it” the platinum blonde said evenly.

“I’d be happy to show you” Claire offered. Her idea of showing wouldn’t exactly be an exhibition. It would become sink or swim pretty quickly once she got her on to the mats.

“I’m not really a show me kind of girl” Marie said, surprising Claire a little. “If I’m doing something, whatever it is, then I’m more of an all in kind of girl” she said.

“So a friendly match then?” Claire said, pressing the issue. “That’s more of an all in type of thing after all….then you can see if that gym is really working for you Marie” she suggested, lacing the last statement with the first real hint of a challenge.

The platinum blonde woman was in thought for a moment or two now before she agreed “why not? But a proper match. You tell me how it usually works, and I’ll see if I can hang with you Claire” she said. She was, Claire had correctly assumed, a woman who liked a challenge. Well, she was going to get one.

“Well if you’re really sure” Claire said. “The aim of most of my matches is pretty simple. Hurt your opponent until she gives up. It can be for one submission or more than one. There shouldn’t really be a time limit, because someone should win. What do you say?” she asked.

“It sounds exciting” Marie confirmed. “I want to do it right now” she said, surprising Claire again.

“Well, we can’t very well do it here” Claire smiled.

“Come over to the gym” Marie suggested. “There’s a private room there that I think is probably used for something like this. It’s just four solid walls, no windows, and some mats on the floor” she explained.

“It sounds like it might be and even if it isn’t usually, it sounds perfect. If you’re sure?” Claire said. This really had gone better than she had expected it could have done. All she needed to do now was to get Marie in to that room without her getting cold feet, and the fight would be on.

“Let’s do it” Marie said, finishing off her drink, and standing up. Claire followed suit, and the two left with Claire just throwing a wink at Vicky behind the bar. It truly was a short walk to the gym, but in that two minutes, Claire did learn a little about Marie. Marie Cross had worked as a manager of various departments of a local business for most of her life. She was 45. She tried judo as a child but hadn’t really found it to be for her at the time. Most of all though, she liked a challenge. “Well, I hope I can give you one” had been Claire’s response to that last point as they entered the room at the gym. She’d smiled as she said it, but the truth, as always, was in her eyes. She smiled again as she stepped into the room, and Marie closed the door, because for that brief moment, there was total silence. The hum of noise from outside in the gym was gone, and Claire knew that if they couldn’t hear what was outside, then nobody outside could hear them either.

“So…” Marie said, “what happens now?”

“We strip off. We fight” Claire told her. “You get to see if going all in with me is a good idea or not I guess” she finished. Claire recognised the risk was still there at this point; Marie might still think better of it and walk out.

“That’s what I thought” Marie replied. “I pegged you for being a false bitch back in the pub to be honest and that’s fine. The cards are on the table now” she said, moving to lock the door from the inside. “So, you can tell me exactly what the rules are. Then we’ll begin and I’m going to fucking hurt you Claire because I eat bitches like you for breakfast” she shot at the jet haired jezabel. Marie had realised she was being played all along, and evidently she didn’t mind it one bit.

“It’s simple. Wear what you want. Do what you want. Give no mercy and expect none in return. It ends with one us crying on the mats and begging for no more. I’m not a nice woman Marie. I’m going to fuck you up. You’ll regret having come here with me tonight” Claire finished, unzipping her top to take it off and put it in the corner of the room. Her trainers and the leggings followed so that she had on just a black sports bra and a flimsy mesh and lace thong. “Get ready cunt” Claire snarled, itching to get to grips with the platinum blonde gym bunny now.

“Shut your fucking mouth” Marie shot back at her. She was stripping off too, and her tone very much said that she’d be ready on her own time and not before. Her leggings were off more or less, just around her ankles now, and her trainers were gone as well. If the bitch thought she was getting a fair fight at this point though, Claire shrugged, well more fool her. The jet haired jezabel moved in quickly, just timing her attack as Marie bent forward to remove her leggings, with a kick straight up into her chest, landing flush in the area covered by a tight, bright pink sports bra. As Marie groaned, the dark grey sports legging pooled around her ankles just served to make sure that any chance she had of maintaining her balance was gone, and she fell on her ass, back against the wall. Claire kicked again, straight into the breasts again, sneering “a bit of swelling will make those gnat bites look more impressive bitch!”. Then she went to that long platinum blonde hair she’d thought of pulling for so long, and simply dragged Marie out to the centre of the room. All the time, Marie was moaning from the pain of the hair pull and the surprise assault, but she had the presence of mind to kick her feet against each other, making sure to at least get her leggings all of the way off, so she had full mobility. It looked as if it might not matter though as Claire simply pushed her to her back and sat on her stomach, using every one of her 140lbs to pin Marie to the blue mats in the room, stopping her from really catching her breath as she rained a flurry of slaps to her face. Some landed, before the defensive shell of Marie’s arms began to catch more of the blows. That just invited Claire to slap heavily into Maries breasts though and grab both through her pink sports bra in a rough maul that brought forth a low moan of pain from the platinum blonde.

“Fucking bitch…..you’re nothing!” Claire sneered at her from a position of dominance, her fingers working hard now to torture Marie’s breasts. Then she blinked in surprise as the platinum blonde whipped a slap into her face, delivered with speed and no lack of power. Claire was surprised. She’d thought she was going to make quick work of Marie. Now she took a second slap to the face, and then found that Marie was a strong woman despite her relatively small stature. The platinum blonde bridged with a sudden force, tilting her body at an angle as she did so, and it was enough to roll Claire off her to the mat. From that position, Marie literally kicked Claire’s ass, lashing out a foot to catch her there as the rolled away and both women were quickly back to their feet. They were not apart for long though, these were two women who wanted to fight now. Marie waded in with a flurry of slaps to the face that Claire was forced to eat more of than she really liked. But she shot back to test Marie’s abs with a sharp kick. It seemed like that one had more or less bounced off the older woman’s gym fit body, but as they fell into a clinch Claire knew that nobody could take too many of those, however in shape they were.

In close, the jet haired jezabel thought her extra size might give her the advantage but as each latched into the other’s hair, and started to work with punches to the body, it was a pretty even contest. The muscles that showed in the petite platinum blonde’s arms ensured that was the case, as their fists tested each other. Marie hit hard; Claire had been hit harder though; she tried to take the blonde aback by whipping another slap into her face. She took a hard punch to the belly in return, one that snatched her breath away just for a second. “Fat cunt” Marie sniped at her, able to force Claire back a step or two before she sent a knee into the inside of Claire’s thigh. At first glance it might have looked to be a misplaced attempt at a knee to the crotch, but the deadening impact of knee on Claire’s thigh was exactly what Marie had been aiming for. She ate another slap to the face from Claire, repaid the jet haired jezabel in kind, and then winced as Claire latched on for another breast maul though the pink sports bra. “Mmmnggghh!” Marie groaned, feeling the way Claire’s fingers could torture a woman expertly, even through the tight fitting fabric of a bra.

“I’ll fucking rip them off!” Claire warned, almost immediately eating a slap to the face that Marie tried to convert in to a hand smother over Claire’s mouth. She felt the way that Claire’s teeth searched for her fingers though, and quickly thought better of the idea. “Dirty slut!” Marie complained, Claire worked her fingers on the breast maul, Marie punched her again, this one swinging more into her ribs. The hair pulling continued from both, each using their grip to punish and control in almost equal measure, both felt the pain from it, but they ignored it as they each swung to the body again. Claire went back to the breast maul, knowing that it was always effective against a woman not used to it as a method of attack. Marie was less ‘not used to it’ than the jet haired jezabel perhaps realised. She responded with a choking grip of Claire’s throat, her grip there firm, and as Claire released the breast maul to try and get the hand off her throat, she took another knee to the thigh. This time she felt her leg just betray her a little as the deadening sensation just invaded more of her thigh that last time. She tried to pull away, realising that Marie was just starting to snatch away a little of her strength and power with the knees. Was the platinum blonde doing it by design or was it mere fortune she wondered briefly? That didn’t matter, it was effective. Claire tried to pull away, but she was anchored in place by the hair. Marie stunned her instead, breaking the choke, going with a short punch to the jaw, then both hands sunk into Claire’s hair, and using that grip, Marie simply threw her across the mats.

“Fat bitch...thought you’d come over here and rough me up did you!” the platinum blonde shot at Claire as she came in quick to punish her with a kick to the breasts, repaying her for that jump start to the fight. “Unnngghhhh!” Claire groaned, trying to roll away from the punishment but Marie was after her just for now, stalking her with ease and catching Claire with a kick to the stomach now to really drive the air out of her with a sloppy moan. “You’re fucking done bitch. Look at you. Fat whore…..can’t fucking breathe now can you” Marie sniped again, then she sent another kick into Claire’s body, though this time the jet haired jezabel grabbed her foot and tipped Marie off balance to the mat. Temporary respite as both women lashed at the other with their feet, and Marie’s found the target the better to make Claire groan as her stomach took the full force of the petite platinum blonde’s foot. She rolled away, and Marie rolled too, getting to her feet as well before she moved back on the attack, eyeing the heavy breathing jet haired jezabel with contempt. “You really did need the gym you slut!” Marie continued. She moved in without a concern, and that was to underestimate the resilience of Claire. It was more than true that Claire was in some trouble. She was hurting from the impressive kicks that Marie had landed, struggling to get back control of her breathing just now. As she started to try and get that battle under control though, she regained control of another one too.

Marie went to her hair with both hands, whether to bring Claire up to her feet or to simply hold her in place for another strike to the body, it was unclear. It also didn’t matter because as Marie went to the hair, Claire went to the crotch, swinging an uppercut with all the force she could muster to land perfectly between Marie’s legs. The look of surprise on the platinum blonde’s face, preceded the loud groan of pain she made that really came to fruition with the second punch that Claire landed, once again targeting the crotch with precision. Marie clutched between her legs in a surprised anguish, teetered on the brink of going down, and then was put there with a lunging headbutt by Claire, who landed it in her stomach. It might have given Claire the chance to take a moment and really recover her own breath had she wanted it that way, but she chose to attack now straight away, not wanting to allow Marie to regain her composure. Claire simply bundled Marie to her stomach on the mats, right at the centre of the room and lay across her there for the moment, right hand wrenching the pink thong Marie was wearing into a wedgie. That wasn’t the sole aim of her attacks though. She lay across her in a way that allowed her to pump two knees into Marie’s side. Hard knees, hurtful in their intent, Claire had found the mark as the platinum blonde groaned loudly, trying to fling back an elbow at Claire. It floundered short of the mark, and though Claire threatened to trap the arm and pin it painfully up Marie’s back, that wasn’t really her intent. Instead she cuffed the back of Marie’s head with two heavy slaps, blows to daze a woman a little as she converted the second slap into a hair grab in close to the scalp. She pulled back on the hair harshly, lifting Marie’s head and chest clear of the mat, but making sure to reverse the momentum quickly before the platinum blonde could do anything to defend herself against her face’s harsh meeting with the mats.

The room was well enough padded, but it offered little cushioning to a face sent into it with that force. Marie moaned “you bitch”, more than a little stunned while Claire shifted to straddle her back fully now, with both hands sunk into that long platinum blonde hair and she made Marie shriek as she told her “you’ve got no idea just how much of a nasty little bitch I am….cunt!” and mopped the mats with her face for a few seconds. Then her face was pulled clear of it and reintroduced to the mat with force once more to leave her a dazed mess as Claire got off her. Now the jet haired jezabel would be at her vindictive best with a woman in trouble against her. She stomped Marie’s lower back hard, then moved around to spread her legs with a couple of kicks to the ankles. Then Claire stepped between Marie’s spread legs, drew her left foot back, and crotch kicked her vindictively.

“OOOOOOHHHHAAGGGGHHHH……….mmmmmmffffff!” Marie moaned as she writhed in agony down on the mat. Claire measured her and punished her with a heavy elbow drop around the back of the head that pretty effectively dimmed Marie’s lights for a moment. Claire could have finished her off right there, but she wasn’t quite done, not yet. Instead, she was in to that long platinum blonde hair, ignoring the defiant way Marie’s nails scratched at her thigh as she forced her to her feet. She’s got her up only so that she could send her into a series of flying hair mares around the room. This was right out of Marie’s comfort zone now. It was no longer just a fight; Claire was bringing all of her skills to bear on her, and each landing Marie made was just a bit heavier than the last as they just sapped her energy and her will to fight.

“Please...no more” she whined.

“Oh...OK” Claire said as she got Marie to her feet to deliver another hair mare. She smiled deviously as the platinum blonde’s body just relaxed a little, thinking that the onslaught was done. Then she pulled her up, and waist-locked her to deliver a perfectly timed pussy pounding atomic drop to drop her shocked opponent. It practically rolled her eyes back in the sockets as the pain of being dropped one leg either side of Claire’s thick thigh hit her. “I’ll be done with you when I say I am….cunt!” Claire warned ominously, before taking advantage of the way Marie was frozen in place by the pain that she felt. Claire slid a hand between her legs, roughly, a clenched fist bumping against the platinum blonde woman’s crotch before she lifted her to body slam her with authority at the centre of the room. She may have been strong, but Marie was 115lbs at the most allowing Claire to lift her with ease, and put her back down with plenty of force.

Marie’s back arched and Claire immediately flattened her with a big splash, making the platinum blonde groan “Oooofff!”

“That’s what happens when a fat bitch lands on you, cunt!” Claire told her angrily, “and now I’m reminded of something else that you said….you eat girls like me for breakfast. Well cunt…..when you’ve had enough, you can fucking eat me for your dinner as well!” the jet haired jezabel laughed. Then she deftly shifted her position into a reverse face sit, positioned heavily on Marie’s face as the platinum blonde struggled and writhed beneath her. The little platinum blonde’s body was laid out in front of Claire to punish and she did so with glee of course, telling her “you’re not so fucking cocky now are you?” as she started to send punches into her stomach and ribs. There was another hard pull, this time on the front of her pink thong, ripping it up into a painful front wedgie that saw the blondes feet drum at the mat in sudden agony. Satisfyingly, the sporty pink thong refused to rip, simply becoming an instrument of pain in Claire’s hands. Marie’s lips remained tightly sealed beneath Claire’s crotch for now. Her pink sports bra didn’t get to stay in place for long though, the final act in Claire’s dominance of her would be tit torture as she pushed the pink garment up to expose to impressively pert B cup breasts. There was no ceremony from Claire, no niceties. She plunged her nails straight into them with abandon, scratching and mauling, anything she could to hurt Marie and finally break her spirit. The platinum blonde’s anguish was well muffled by Claire’s ass, but it was there in the way her legs listlessly thrashed at the mat.

“I’m going to wreck your tits bitch!” Claire told her loudly. Her actions backed up the words as well. Marie’s body tensed, her breath became ragged with the sobs that came as she realised that this jet haired jezabel was genuine, and willing to back up her threat. The pain in her breasts told it all.

Obligingly now, Claire shifted her own thong to the side, meaning that her pussy was right there, on Marie’s lips. Slowly….tentatively, Marie’s tongue began to explore out of fear, out of sheer desperation to stop this wildcat from molesting her further. “Mmmmm….that’s right bitch!” Claire told her, still working her breasts with abandon that was leaving her mark there. “Don’t you get any fucking ideas though!” Claire admonished, “I’ll fucking wreck you if you start using your teeth!”

The fight had got Claire more than a little turned on. The way she’d reduced a confident woman who only a few minutes earlier had been so sure of herself was a thrill. “You’re just a weak slut Marie...you’re fucking weak….now you eat up like the little slut you are!” she told her. Even if Marie’s technique was nothing to write home about, the fight, the way she was verbally berating the platinum blonde, it all added up to have Claire ready to burst with a final humiliation for Marie. Claire squirted all over her face in a long and loud orgasm to test the sound proofing of the room! Now it was Claire who needed a moment to gather herself, a moment that she spent sat on Marie’s face, still idly working the petite platinum blonde’s breasts. Finally, she got off, standing over her as she just adjusted her thong demurely back into place. “Just remember” she told Marie, who just lay there with her hands covering her cum soaked face in shame, “I’m better than you. Tougher, nastier, and you’re a slut who would eat pussy to get out of the predicament that you got yourself in to, rather than try and fight out of it!” Claire smirked as she finished sniping at Marie for now, with a little jab of her foot in to her ribs. Then she sauntered over confidently to the corner of the room to put her own leggings back on, slip that zip top back over her black sports bra, and fasten it so that her breasts pushed against the tight fabric. Then the trainers went back on her feet and she was ready to leave, but not without one parting gift for Marie. Claire crossed the room, looking like she was heading for the door, but it wasn’t quite her intent. Not when her route took her straight past Marie, still on the mats. She paused, looked down at the platinum blonde, and dropped a heavy thick thigh right across her face in a leg drop to leave her stunned once more in that room.

“I’ll be seeing you bitch….if you’re woman enough to try again” Claire laughed, as she unlocked the door and stepped out into the noise of the gym, knowing that there were likely more than a couple of pairs of eyes on her. She left the door to the room open, quite deliberately. She wanted the sight of a beaten, half naked woman lying on the mats there to act as a warning, or maybe to even flush out another potential opponent as well, as she left the gym, feeling more than a little satisfied with her work.