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The organizers had a fight originally thought out but they held off as the fight wasn’t what many felt was worthy of this card.  Susan Ward who at one time was a young up and coming actress wanted a rematch with Vanessa Marcil.  Today Susan was mostly a guest star and Vanessa was someone who showed up on General Hospital every now and then.  The fight simply didn’t have the cache to be on this card.

Kristin Kreuk though has always been a favorite and she had her most brutal fight recently.  She barely beat Alona Tal and hoped it would be years before they’d meet again but Alona wanted the fight right away and even though when the fight was offered she was still healing she wasn’t about to back down now. 

Alona woke up from the beating Kristin gave her, the pain in  her body was something she never felt before and though she never wanted to feel it again but she had one feeling that was greater than her fear of the pain returning.  She felt the need to hurt Kristin and that need was greater than her need to not be in pain again.

Kristin entered the laundry room that had anything they can use as a extra weapon removed.  Alona was already there waiting

They never said anything but just casually walked and went face to face.  They could see their entire previous fight in the other’s eyes.  Every punch, every kick every dirty move and the finish.

“You wanted this I’m going to end you bitch” Kristen said with a tone of voice she never heard before and when she watched the fight later on she would not believe was her

Alona with absolute malice in her voice “No phone for you to hit me with this time bitch, this time you will be lying in a pool of your own blood and they haul me off of you.”

They pressed forehead to forehead and kept saying “Oh yeah.”

After a minute of this intense staring and one thing being said “I’ll make you quit this time bitch”

“You can’t make me quit bitch, you got your ass kicked last time this time will be  no different”

“I hate the look of you, the fact you challenged me so quick after I already kicked your ass confirms why I should hate you.  It’s Because you are a dumb blonde bitch to challenge me again yet alone so soon after I left you broken.”

“Broken, you broke me who the hell are you trying to fool.  You hit me with a phone the same thing you accuse Mila of.  You don’t have the skill, technique, or the ability to break me.  When I’m done with you which is far after you gave up we’ll see what a broken bitch looks like!”

They had the same idea and moved their foreheads to the right and each fell forward and got up exchanged right hands and then backed away and tried to get some composure back.

Kristin though took off her top and threw it away and continued circling around.  As she started taking off  her shirt Alona removed hers as well.  The bodies were mirror images, similar breast size strong bodies.  One pale one dark they were polar opposites there but everywhere else it was a reflection of the other.

Both had a lot of skills from all their training, Kristins gymnastic and Karate training and Alona’s time in the Israeli Defence Force.  Preparing for this fight they hope to refrain from the wildness of the last fight and a more measured approach stay in range and bounce out when the other is throwing.  Move in for a take down and possible submission if the chance arises were what both women told others in preparation of this fight.

Seeing the other brought something out that neither knew existed.  They both moved in and went after each other’s hair, Alona threw Kristin to the ground but then got her ankles kicked and ended up face first on the floor.  They both got to their backs and jumped up to their feet and this time they exchanged kicks to back of the others left leg.

Backing away a moment they restarted the circling process and after a couple fake punches the sight of the other once again was to much and they leaped at the others hair.  This time Kristin threw Alona to the ground and then jumped up when Alona went for the trip.

She landed and jumped on Alona’s back but was quickly flipped off.  Alona brought her back down on Kristin’s chest she went for a arm lock.  Kristin kicked her legs up and ended up flipping both her and Alona over so now Alona was face down and Kristin while still on her back was in a position not to be submitted. 

Instead Kristin went for a guilltotine choke and now Alona flipped up so her back was on Kristin’s body and her ass on Kristin’s face.  Alona broke the sub attempt and twisted her body quickly so the two were in the north south position.  Alona moved down towards Kristin’s head and tried to sneak in a choke but Kristin grabbed her arm and shifted her hips out and escaped.

Holding onto Alona’s arm she went for a hammer lock but Alona was fighting it and Alona got her right leg under Kristin’s and twisted away from Kristin locking in a knee bar submission.  Before she could fully lock on the hold Kristin turned and kicked her away and scurried back up.

Both on their feet refused to acknowledge the others skill and went back on the attack.  They grabbed at the other’s hair and exchanged some knees then pushed away.  Alona hit a jab then a straight which backed Kristin up but then she was hit with the same combination but Kristin added a third strike which was a leg kick. 

Alona backed into the group of washing machines and Kristin went for a straight kick to the chest but Alona moved and Kristin hit the washer and bounced back.  Alona got her feet set and hit a round kick to Kristin’s stomach dropping her face first.

Alona wanted to jump on her back and choke her out and looked down at her but waited to long.  She was too worried about another exchange of submissions such as they just did.

She knew she had to do something so she bent down and grabbed Kristin’s hair and started to lift her up.  Kristin pushed forward slamming Alona’s back into the washer.

Kristin started to lift Alona up off her feet but Alona hit a sharp elbow to the back of her head dropping  her to one knee.

Alona went to knee Kristin in the face but it got blocked and Kristin yanked the leg forward bringing Alona to her ass.  Kristin jumped on Alona’s thighs and thought for a second of what she wanted to do, maybe slam the blondes head, maybe hit a few punches or grab those…

She thought to long and the heel of Alona’s hand slammed her in the chest between her modest breasts knocking her off the legs of the blonde.

Kristin did a backward roll and got up to her feet and Alona grabbed the wedge between the lower and upper washing machine and lifted herself up.  Once again the two were at the reset position but now breathing a little heavier.

Kristin lunged far to her right nearly leaping and it took Alona off guard and then she leaped back with a big right getting Alona on the cheek.

Alona stumbled and fell but quickly got to  her knees and got her arms around Kristin’s legs and tried to hide her face from more punches.  Kristin tried pushing her away but she kept her face tight to the legs of Kristin Kreuk

Kristin changed tactics and instead of trying to push Alona away pulled her inwards and dropped to  her right hip and went for a head scissors.

Alona kept her hands pressed against Kristin’s thighs and walked clockwise but Kristin recognized the escape and rotated her hips clockwise at the same pace.  Alona flipped up and escaped the potential head scissor with an incredibly athletic maneuver.   

She had her ass on Kristin’s chest and hit one hard punch to the brunettes nose but that was it as Kristin bridged up and got Alona off her chest.  Alona got up and as Kristin turned hit the brunette with a knee lift.  Her knee connecting with Kristin’s forehead and sending her back against the dryers and sliding down onto her ass a cut formed on her hair line and blood started to trickle down.

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“First blood goes to me” She couldn’t help but smile but the smile disappeared into a scowl as she said “Bitch”

Alona attempted to straight kick Kristin’s head through the drying machine but luckily for Kristin she moved away before her head got smashed.  Alona spun away after missing her sure fire fights finishing Kristin Kreuk killing kick.

Kristin started to get up and felt a hand around her throat and she was slammed into the dryers.  Alona hit a uppercut to Kristins stomach and then came up getting one to the chin.  Kristin tried to twist Alona’s hand away from her throat but was hit with three more uppercuts to the stomach instead.  She started to drop but Alona got both hands on her throat and kept her up. 

Alona slammed her back into the dryer and Kristin having the opportunity and knowing it couldn’t be blocked hit an elbow to Alona’s forehead and that backed the blonde up as now she was bleeding as well.

Kristin went for a hard right but Alona got her arm up ignoring the blood flowing from her head and blocked the punch.  She had her left hand up on Kristin’s collar bone and went for her own right cross but Kristin blocked it with the same technique

They pushed and pulled and both went for the  hair and yanked back.  Alona released one  hand from the hair and put it under Kristin’s chin and started to win the battle.  Kristin realized it and knew what was being done to her so she fell down and threw her arms to one side throwing Alona Tal.

They each got up to their feet and went after each other bodies slammed against the other.  Left hands going to the opponents right bicep to stop the laser like strikes each woman was capable of.  They started to push and pull at the other and alona was realizing she wasn’t strong enough to out power Kristin a moment before Kristin realized the same.  Alona kicked at Kristin’s ankle tripping her up.

Kristin was on her hip and Alona sat on top of her legs on each side stomach and back.  She hit some lefts to Kristin’s face bloodying up her nose.  She hit some rights to the bac of Kristin’s heads “Scream for me bitch.”

“No”  Kristin got her arm up hoping to block the punches but she was still on her side, trapped on her side so she could only use one more arm. 

Alona hit three more hard punches to her face when she finally caught some kind of break from this barrage.  Her hand got in Alona’s bra and once she felt the familiar material she pulled and got Alona off her.  She was beaten up, bloodied and damn near unconscious but she had the wherewithal to jump at Alona and smash her face into the floor before rolling away and resting.

Alona was still moving but she wasn’t moving fast and all Kristin could do was cry.  She couldn’t stop crying she was in pain, her face had been damaged by some very hard punches.  She hated Alona but she hated fighting as well, it hurt it hurt a lot after she got home from the last fight with Alona she stayed in bed for a week, afraid to look in a mirror.  Why did she want to do this again so quickly, no woman had beaten on her like Alona Tal and yet she signed up right away to fight.  Alona started to lift herself up and looked at Kristin “I hate you”  Kristin said starting to lift herself all her doubt that was there a moment ago was gone, now she had sight of Alona’s eyes and just wanted to shut them.

Kristin launched her entire body at Alona’s and her shoulder slammed into Alona’s armpit driving her into the dryers.  Both were doubled over and Kristin was pushing Alona into the dryer and she swung a couple of medium punches then two harder ones.  She backed away and tried for a knee lift to the face.

Alona turned toward Kristin and blocked the knee and pushed her into the washers.  She let go of the leg and stood up ready to rain down punches, wishing she could knock out Kristin but instead she found herself screaming as Kristin’s hands found her tits and squeezed.

Kreuk walked two steps and switched positions and still digging her hands in Alona’s tits she slammed the blond into the washer’s.  “GIVE UP OR”  Kristin dug her fingers in as deep as she could and pulled outwards getting a scream of pure agony and despair from Alona.

Alona started to fall and Kristin looked like a mad scientist bringing life to a creature.  Her face was equal parts joy and madness, she was mangling a woman she hated with every fiber of her body.

Alona got her hands on Kristin’s wrists and launched up getting the hands off her tits and quickly let go grabbing at Kristin’s tits.  Kristin yelped but slammed her arms down breaking the grip but got hit with a headbutt that nearly knocked out both.

Kristin fell back then down and Alona slumped against the washers.  Alona looked down her bra was tattered so she took it off.  She could see the long red marks where Kristin’s fingers dug in.  Trickles of blood were starting to come out and she wondered why she was here.  She could have waited, she never really did like the fighting scene like some others who seemed to clamor for it.  Yet here she was her face bloody and now her tits and for what end, because she lost a fight to Kristin Kreuk.  Because she was winning the fight until Kristin hit her with a phone then beat on her unmercifully until others had to pull her off.  She wasn’t that small, she could have moved on from Kristin Kreuk… Kristin Kreuk that brunette cowardice bitch had to pay.

Kristin got up and Alona screamed and grabbed her tits again lifting her in the air and slamming her down to the ground.  She squeezed hard let go and scratched over and over then squeezed again ignoring the screams and concentrating on one simple thing.  It wasn’t attaining victory but delivering pain that would forever haunt Kristin. 

“How do you like it huh… How do you like it when someone ugh… “  Kristin threw her knee up catching Alona in the tailbone. 

She felt the grip loosen on her tits so she separated hands from tits and monkey flipped Alona over.

They both got to their knees and threw their bodies with reckless abandon at the other.  Chest colliding against chest and both immediately screamed and fell to their rights.  Each woman was on the ground writhing in pain holding their chests wishing two things the pain would stop and the other would just quit.

Pride and refusal to lose to the other was the only reason neither had quit.  Alona hadn’t been in many fights so she had nothing to compare this pain to.  Kristin had been in a few fights, two with Mila Kunis, three with Shiri Appleby, Natalie Portman and Rachael Leigh Cook but no fight had taken such a physical toll on her not even the previous fight with Alona

“It hurt you more than me, which means my tits are stronger.”  Alona couldn’t believe she would say those words yet they came out

“You really are blonde if you think that’s true and I’ll prove it”  Kristin was shocked at herself for making that offer.  Titfighting was her friend Emmanuelle Chriquis go to move was never something she seen the point to but yet she was challenging Alona to that right now.

“Prove it”

They got up and rather then get their fists up and take on fighters stances they tolerated the sight of the other for the first time.  Two women 5’4 of similar builds and skills slowly met in the middle of the room.  Not looking at the other’s eyes but the opponents damaged, bruised and scratched breasts.  Inch by inch they got closer to being breasts vs. breasts not knowing if they could really take the pain.

“Right arm goes over neck according to Emmanuelle”  Kristin said almost friendly

“Don’t know why those big titted girls love to do this, it solves little.”

“Yet we’re going to do it.”

“Because I have a higher tolerance for pain then you.”

“Doubt it but let’s find out.”

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They got the right arm over the left trap of the other and were about to press breast on breast when both stepped back scared of contact.  Still refused to make eye contact with the other because that would make this battle of tits they agreed to mute.  They knew what looking into the others eyes caused, more punches, more scratching and clawing.  Both were women of their words and had to do this had to suck it up and find out.

Finally they clinched and pressed breast to breast and an immediate scream came first then Alona found herself being pushed back.  She got back to the middle but got turned around and pushed back again.  She turned Kristin around and pushed back two steps.  Kristin got Alona turned and slammed her into the dryers.

Reversal and slam, they screamed with every reversal, tears rolled down their face as bare beaten tits rubbed against each other in a horizontal pattern.  Both women fell down and rolled around to the middle and got back to their knees neither gaining a long advantage and back to their feet when both simultaneously said “Ok”

They didn’t care it turned out equal, much like most of their fighting  had been it shouldn’t surprise them that they couldn’t prove superior at an aspect.  One last move before separation and they squatted down and thrusted up then backed away.  They stayed apart waiting for the other to do something to take a break to admit the pain in the chest was unbearable but if Alona wouldn’t drop then Kristin found a way to will herself to keep standing. 

Alona watched Kristin hoping for that little victory and see her drop to a knee, to cover her chest.  Tears didn’t count, she was crying so she needed something to make what she just put herself through worth it.  She wanted to say something but it wasn’t worth it, she knew it would be false bravado. 

Kristin wanted to ask why they were fighting again, what possible reason did Alona have for wanting a rematch so soon.  That would portray weakness and fear so she ate the words.  She found a way to will her fists up in front of her face.

Alona took a deep breathe and brought her fists up and stepped forward.  They exchanged jabs each punch snapping the other’s head back.

Kristin tried a cross but Alona blocked it with her left and angled the arm downwards.  Then with her right she did a throat thrust that opened Kreuks eyes wide as she gasped for air.  Alona combined that move with a straight kick then a big upper cut that sent Kreuk into the dryers causing the doors to open from the impact.

Alona stopped and looked at Kristin gasping for air and knew she still needed to do more.  She picked the brunette up and put her head inside the dryer but then Kristin started stomping at Alona’s foot. 

She got Alona to loosen her grip and kicked the blonde in the shin which backed  her up.  Kristin then hit a side kick catching Alona in the stomach.  Kristin then hit a hard left and finished with a straight kick between the tits that slammed Alona into the washers opening a bunch of washer doors up.

Alona fell to her left and was hanging off a washer door, beaten badly and just about out of the fight.  Kristin took some deep breaths grateful for her breathing to get back to some kind of normal after a THROAT strike.  She looked around, no one was rushing in to stop her and this bitch… this bitch… this blonde bitch

Kristin hit an ax kick on Alona’s shoulders and the strength of the kick and Alona’s weight caused the washer door to snap off and now Alona was on the ground barely conscious with a washer door underneath her.

Kristin stood over Alona and looked down, never in her life had she felt such primal hatred.  Felt so angry that she needed to try and calm herself the thoughts in her head right now weren’t of winning the fight.  They were thoughts that should not come over any person of sanity.  She was hit in the throat though and that made her want to do something to Alona she was starting to feel guilt about.  It was beyond the feud, it was what they must have felt before civilization that part that exists in all of us deep down in our source codes.

“I beat you again, now I’m going to “ CRACK Kristin had bent down to pick Alona’s head up for a attack but instead she got hit with the washer door.

Kreuk was just about out cold barely standing against the washing machines.  She fell forward and Alona hit her in the face again with the broken door.  Kristin Kreuk was out cold and Alona let the door drop and looked down.  How long did she have before they came in.  She was tortured after being knocked out a few weeks back.  She lifted Kristin up only to slam her between the broken washer and the one its right.

She placed one of Kristin’s arms in the broken washer then the other in the washer next to it.  Now Kristin Kreuk was trapped and Alona had five minute of free shots to Kristins face, breasts, stomach and pussy before they got to her hauling  her off “I beat your bitch ass, how does it feel bitch.  Now you know what you did to me, how much it hurts.  Don’t let me see you again, I hate you… I hate you Kristin”