Marta, not wanting to miss ANY of this action, tosses the bottle aside! Moves to Jennies' feet, hurriedly yanks off the shorts and panties, drops them beside the discarded top, as she hoists her rival from the ground, while at the same time, trying to keep an eye on the action across the ring.
Marta glides her left arm around the sweat slicked neck of the unconcious Brit as she is jerked upright onto her feet, pulling her tight to her own chest! Immediately, bends to one side, feeling the smooth gliding of her own skin against that of her lethargic adversary. The Spaniard whips her right arm between the blonde's thighs, slapping her palm to the ample arse, then hefts the nude European up and across her chest.
Carrying her baggage awkwardly, Marta staggers over to the nearest dumpster and rolls her luggage into the rancid sludge! Covering her quickly, from the neck down, with a copious amount of goo. Marta scrapes her palms against the edge of the container, discarding as much of the grunge as she can.
Glancing over at the inevitable 'chain-gang' thrashing, Marta quickly returns to the wardrobe obtained from the Brit, she snatches up the pale blue panties, wiping the remainder of the scum from her hands, she hastily steps to the bin once more, works open Jennie's mouth and forces the cloth into her mouth.
Satisfied that her opponent has been dispatched, the raven Spaniard is just about to turn her attention to the trio of trouble-makers on the other side of the arena, when she notices a broken saloon chair setting between the dumpsters!
Marta quickly snatches up the remnants of the chair, twists and eventually breaks off one of the dowels from the back of the seat. Tossing the last of the chair aside, she meanders over to Jennie's clothing remnants, picks them up and tosses them into the thankful crowd, who instantly begin a scramble for the coveted trophies.
Watching briefly as the wolves tangle for the raiment, Marta saunters in the direction of the imminent confrontation at the far side of the ring!
Only seconds before Kayla strikes, Tina's eyes shoot wide open, while backing away quickly, only to refocus behind the blonde, all without saying a word.... obviously expecting Sharon to bear the wrath of the weapon!
Sharon breaks off indelible eye contact, swivels her head to catch a remote glimpse of a wicked looking chain!
"Oh Shit!" The American shrieks as she flinches and ducks just in the nick of time! The full weight of the whistling chain catches Tina across her left shoulder and upper chest, slashing her sheer red blouse, leaving a vicious seeping welt in it's wake! Thus sending her tottering back against the bleechers and into several standing onlookers, knocking everyone to the greasy, gravelly ground!
Several by-standers relish this opportunity to ogle the dark red, chiffon thong present beneath the leather skirt.... applauding fervently and enthusiastically as one of the fallen, crocked patrons rolls atop of the raven haired champion, panting his Ripple wine tainted breath into her face! A standing, half-drunken gent remarks boisterously, "What a L-l-lucky g-guy!!"
The swing of the lengthy chain causes a slightly delirious Kayla to drop to the ground as well, onto her hands and knees. Cringing and squeeling from dragging her knuckles against the roughage and sorely dissappointed that she had missed her intended target, the raven South African snarls and endeavors to lift back onto her feet!
A euphoric laudation fills the amphitheater, blended in with raucous laughter at this tidy little groups misfortune! Tina, now red-faced with fury, shoves the lush off her as she gracelessly struggles back to her feet!
Sharon stumbles backward, falling to the grimy ground, bumping against the legs of an enthralled Marta. Sitting on the ground, Sharon quickly looks up at the raven Spaniard and asks: "WELL?? Where the HELL have YOU been?? That Bitch almost took my friggin' HEAD off with that thing!"
Marta just smiles, bends down, then cracks the blonde's cheek with the handy rod, sending her rolling to one side! Sharon seems out of it! Satisfied that the blonde is out of the way, Marta turns her attention to the only fighter left! Having disposed of the blonde, it was time to deal with the only other fighter now standing between her and the title fight against Tina..... Kayla!
Tina uses a downed spectator to push up onto the front bleecher seat, then presses herself up into a standing position. Once standing, Tina looks down at her ruined blouse! Screaming: "Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!! THAT BITCH!!!" With an enraged, wide-eyed, macabre glare into the fight zone, she straightens her skirt, then makes a move to head into the ring! No sooner does the champ head for the ring, than she is quickly restrained by the goth and the redhead who had moved from behind her previously.
The redhead quickly halts Tina's advance, "Now, I KNOW you're pissed! BUT.... if you go in there and interfere in this, do you think this MOB will appreciate it? I mean, like, fer sure! THINK about it!" Jerking out of the grasp of both girls, Tina fixes her top as best she can, moves back to the bleechers and plops back into her seat without a word!
Kayla is barely off her feet, when she sees Sharon roll away from Marta's feet. Swinging the 4 foot length of rusted chain in her hand, Kayla closes the gap as Marta rolls her shoulders and rushes forward to tangle with the South African!
Marta appears fresh and rejuvinated, compared to the anguished, badly beaten and scarred South African! Kayla seems to tower over the diminutive Marta while swinging the chain threateningly. The raven warriors gyrate as each seeks an opportunity to finish off the other!
Dark eyes lock as the sultry sirens begin to gradually converge! Kayla whips the chain, missing by a healthy distance as a vibrante Marta dodges the path of the whistling weapon! Retaliating before the chain can recoil for another strike, Marta whips the rod upward, catching Kayla squarely on the chin, in true uppercut fashion!
The South African flies backward, rebounding off the corner of a steel dumpster and floundering to the ground.... out cold!
Marta hurls the rod, clearing the nearby bleechers and fight fans, as she flings her hands up in the air! Making a presumed victory prance about the ring, Looking straight out to the boisterous battle fans, she howls: "Wooooooo Hoo..... Unnnggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
Then Marta quickly waltzes over to the unconscious Kayla, and taunts: "Not so great & invincible as you thought you were, bitch! Let me give you some of your own treatment!" With camera flashes going off like an anti-aircraft battery, she gleefully starts stripping off Kayla's belly shirt, tossing them to the wild crowd as souvenirs
With the med team moving in, and having thought that this match was over, she glances over to the med team, as they recover an unconscious Jennie from the dumpster and then comes over to set the partially nude Kayla onto a stretcher, lifting her ungraciously, her firm, round breasts on full display to the raucous crowd.
Obviously the Spaniard had totally forgotten about the venomous blonde vixen, coming up behind her at full gallop! Sharon leaped into the air plunging both heels ruthlessly onto the brunette's back!
A shaken Marta lurches forward! An intense pain coursing through her, from being savagely kicked in the back!! Slamming her head and upper body to the stone wall opposite the FFF arena! Marta scrapes her face against the wall, dropping to the ground! Looking back, she quickly tries to clear her head as she assesses the situation and perceives the evident results!
Rubbing her back with her left hand while stroking her forehead with her right, Marta lifts onto her feet just as Sharon reaches her!
The American grabs two handfuls of raven hair: "Thanks for taking care of that BITCH for me!" Clenching her teeth tightly to the point they scrape, "But NOW.... it's YOUR turn to go out with the garbage!!" Then jerks the Spaniard around by her hair!
Scrambling, oafishly, on her feet, Marta initiates a flurry of intense punches to the blonde's belly and uppercuts to a set of bare breasts! The American instantly releases the raven hair, throws her arms up, in defense, while backpedaling, as she contemplates her best option for defense!
Moving just out of range of Marta's fists, the raven warrior swings a wild roundhouse, missing it's respective target by mere inches. Sharon takes up a classic karate stance and opts to kick hard and fast! Her right leg swings high, apparently lacking fortitude, yet has sufficient impact to the brunette's left cheek, to knock her to the ground!
Sharon's depleted condition becomes apparent as she totters and drops onto all fours! Marta, not greatly phased by the kick, rakes her matted hair out of her field of vision, jerks upright onto her knees and attempts to stand to continue the showdown against this blonde!
Stepping toward Sharon, the brunette launches a volatile kick to her ribs! With a clearly audible SLAP of skin on skin, Sharon reels from this and is nearly lifted off the ground as she topples into a complete revolution, ultimately laying face up on the grungy surface!
Marta shouts harshly, "So you like kicks! How you feel 'bout THAT, BITCH!?!"
Converging on the downed gladiator, Marta espies the lengthy chain on the far side of Sharon.... and lunges into action!
"Ohhhhh what a friggin' day!" Sharon moans as she rolls up onto her right elbow. Just as she realizes that Marta is moving around her, instead of toward her. She quickly surveys the immediate area directly in front of her, observing the rusty chain lying only inches from her!
Just as Sharon splats her left hand down on one end of the chain, Marta has clasped the opposite end! A Tug-of-War begins as Blonde Vs Brunette greedily wraps the chain around their left hands! Speedily engulfing the length of chain, each warrior grows steadily nearer until there is less than a foot of chain between them.
Jerking one another's arms back and forth, each swings determined, wild punches with her unrestricted fist!
As this chain-lined donnybrook unfolds, each woman matches the other, with no defense what-so-ever! Heinous and volatile punches, slaps, ruthless claws and tight, inside kicks and knee thrusts, gradually tear away at the moxie of each of these Viragoes!
Marta's resiliance all but gone, now barely manages to maintain her once seemingly broad advantage over the American! Her multi-colored top clinging to her frame by mere threads as the elderly maiden battles for dominance in this ordeal!
As each head is CRACKED side to side, sweat, saliva and tears sprinkle the immediate battle zone! Vicious snarls, growls and screams of anger and anguish fill the arena as each comparably sized gladiator utterly refuses to relinquish her grip!
Shimmering pearls of perspiration drift sexily down each warrior as they adamantly slug it out with a fury few have ever seen! Alas, the dark warriors' top flutters to the filthy ground!
Palpable marring on these warrior's faces, and upper bodies clearly displayed as this contest seems to be winding to a finish! Two glossy, heavily bruised and battered beauties, tremble as they struggle to overpower their respective antagonist!
Earpiercing wolf whistles and an energetic round of applause resound through the alley as numerous onlookers begin chanting for their desired victor!
Fatigue now clearly evident as punches are losing their effectiveness! Wild roundhouses slap ineffectively! Kicks passing betwixt legs, striking nothing but air! Each combatant jerks her entwined arm simultaneously, smacking bare breasts as they come to grips, clenching as they despirately strive to recoup some much needed energy to conquer her respective rival!
Nearly jaded, each woman hugs close, sandwiching their left arms, still tightly engulfed by the chain! Their right arms around the other, hair matted to each other's battered faces! Heads resting on her adversaries shoulder, streams of oily perspiration drift down these delectable bodies as each direly hangs on, hoping to eliminate the other for a shot at the upcoming Championship Title!
A groggy, chest to chest shoving match, shuttles the warriors about the arena. Their incredibly sleek, tapered thigh muscles shimmering under the colosium lighting. Sharon slowly lifts her head from Marta's shoulder, encouraging her to do the same with a shrug of her sholder.
Hot blooded patrons ogle this feminine test of strength as they hoot, hollar and yen for more as the sensual contest perpetuates.
Just as Marta glances into the blonde's eyes, Sharon shoots her head forward, cracking the brunette in the face solidly! The Spaniard's knees wobble like jelly and then give way completely!
Marta drops onto her knees, yet retains her grip on the chain! Sharon yanks the weapon without making an iota of progress!
An energetic surge of ovation rips through the alley as numerous garrolous groupies begin screaming out their enquiries as to whether the action is over.
The two frazzled chain-linked warriors look wearily into one another's eyes. Both badly beaten and exhausted, Sharon launches one last punch.... which connects soundly to the European's left cheekbone, driving her onto her back.... and jerking her forward!
A boisterous flood of applause ripples through the battle zone, encouraging Sharon as a mob begins chanting her name....
Sharon shakily steps forward, loosening the chain from around her hand and forearm, as she straddles, then flops down onto Marta's upper back! Grabbing the Spaniards' dark hair, lifts her head from the greasy asphault.
The American slips the chain around her antagonists neck, grabbing both ends of her section of chain, pulls back, choking Marta! Choking and gagging, she endeavors to elude Sharon's grip.... to no avail!
Gradually, the dark warrior passes into unconsciousness!
Watching the brunette's head droop, Sharon holds the chain in place for a few seconds more, then lets her foe drop to the ground once more.
Seeing the raven Spaniard collapse, spawns a standing ovation from the FFF patrons!
Barely having strength enough to lift from her cozy, sexy pillow, Sharon stands on weak, shaky legs, wiping her brow with her left arm, as she bends forward, placing her right arm onto her mid thigh to rest.
Looking back down at Marta, Sharon opts to torment and humiliate the brunette before she departs for her locker room.
Lethargically, she rolls Marta onto her back. She lifts the chain and FINALLY manages to rid the Spaniard of the weapon! Tossing it aside, Sharon maneuvers to Marta's legs and systematically removes her versiclored shorts and her white thong beneath. Turning to the crowd, Sharon is about to toss the attire when she eye-balls the champ staring at her.
Sharon tosses the shorts into a tight group of mouthwatering males and flings the thong directly at Tina. The nearby luch reaches out attempting to catch it, but inadvertantly punches the FFF champ in the face.... but DOES manage to acquire the coveted garb!
Giggling, Sharon returns her attention to the prone siren.
Walks to her victim, straddles her midsection, facing Marta's feet and plunders her shapely buns onto a set of stout mounds! Positioning the raven Europeans arms beneath her knees, Sharon reaches down to the plush patch of feminine fur between the brunette's thighs and proceeds to yank as hard as she can, ripping out handfuls of deep, dark pubic hair!
Marta writhes from this torture, even while incoherent! Thus egging Sharon to further her brutality! She digs her fingers into the supple labial folds, Sharon pinches, twists and lifts ruthlessly as the dark warrior jerks and jolts sporatically! Mournful groans exude from the spaniard as the blonde american becomes enraptured with her new play thing!
Mike Hunt exits the FFF facility and moves back into ring center to make his announcement, while a lull befalls the crowd once more....
"Do these Ladies know how to give you a show.... or what?? Tonights well earned victor has truly earned the right to take on the FFF Current Catfight Champion! Let's hear it for the Sensational Siren from the USA.... SHARON!!!!"
Standing erect, Sharon notices Tina shaking her head and shrugging, then begins to strut her stuff before the amorous attendees.
Panting heavily as she passes the FFF champ, Sharon hollars to be heard over the ovation of the horde, "Remember this battle Slut! 'Cuz you're NEXT!!" Then strolls on to the open FFF steel door as Marta is checked over by the med team.
The blonde makes her way back to her dressingroom for a much needed shower and massage!
THE END
This story was written based on a poll conducted in the Female Fight Fiction Yahoo Group. Each Female Fighter attracted the following votes:
SHARON - 33
Marta - 31
Kayla - 9
Jennie - 5
Thus Sharon advances to challenge Tina for the FFF Catfight Championship.
