The ladies started out by locking their fingers together and pushed to gain an early advantage. Paula used her slightly longer legs to try and tip Sonya off her feet but Sonya sprang a surprise and while Paula was working with her legs released the fingers. In a flash she viciously took one of Paula's big breasts in each hand and squeezed them. Paula gasped as she was thrown to the floor like a doll. Sonya dropped beside Paula and turned her on her back. Sonya hissed "Think you can take me do you, bitch?" On the word bitch Sonya dug a cruel fist into Paula's belly making her moan in anguish. Sonya stood now, dragging a dazed Paula by her hair. As Paula struggled Sonya smashed her forearm down on Paula's back and brought a knee up to the belly to wind her opponent. Sonya now stood hands on hips breathing a little heavily but looking very pleased with herself, almost as though the fight was already won.
Paula meanwhile was in trouble, her tits were sore as hell from the savage squeezes, her back had been forearm smashed and she was having to breathe deeply from the belly punch. As Sonya came forward Paula decided she had to act fast to avoid a beating so she lashed out. Luckily, for Paula at least, she connected and her right fist landed perfectly on Sonya's jaw. Sonya fell to the floor in a heap but rather than go to ground for a catfight, which she feared she might lose, Paula stayed on her feet.
Both ladies now took a few seconds to compose themselves. Sonya stood, a little unsteady at first, feeling her jaw. She wiped away a trace of blood from her lip and moved forward. Paula sidestepped nimbly and managed to kick Sonya's left ankle sending her to the floor once more. As Sonya went down Paula yanked her left leg and dragged her to the centre of the room. Paula grappled her enemy's foot twisting the ankle and wrenching the knee. Sonya screamed and slapped the carpet in a mix of pain and frustration. Sonya's right leg was free and she somehow blanked out the agony to kick out at Paula. Paula's legs began to buckle as the kicks became stronger. She had no choice but to loosen her grip on Sonya's ankle. Sonya finally wriggled free and one final huge kick caught Paula between the legs. Paula yelped and fell to the floor, clutching her groin.
Sonya managed to stand though her injured left leg hurt like hell. She took hold of the groaning Paula and yanked her up by her lovely reddish hair. Sonya drew her knee up again into the groin before throwing her opponent against the wall. There was a sickening crack as Paula's back and head hit the wall and slumped to the floor. Paula seemed in deep trouble yet again as Sonya moved in but she summoned up strength from somewhere, leaned forward and met her opponent literally head on. Like some horrible collision in American Football but without helmets, both ladies were now down. Paula pulled Sonya by her hair and rubbed her face into the carpet. As Sonya fought back, the blood was beginning to trickle from the earlier jaw punch. She managed to draw her knee up into Paula's face, bloodying her nose, as she did so. Sonya caught Paula's head between her knees in a savage scissors move, and rammed her fists into the belly. Paula wriggled and struggled but got hold of Sonya's left breast, clawing and gouging as Sonya tightened the scissors move on her opponents head. It was now all becoming too much. Phil loved the fight he was witnessing but it was getting to the stage where the ladies might do each other permanent harm. "thats enough" he shouted. Neither lady spoke but each released the grip on the other. Sonya sportingly patted Paula on the shoulder. In return Paula soothed the breast she had just been mauling viciously. Phil threw each a towel. Each amazon took a minute or so to compose herself then stood. There was no winner, no loser. The ladies embraced and wiped blood from each other. They smiled and hugged.
The score had been settled. Phil was left gasping in admiration for the wonderful sport which had taken place and wondered what the future might hold.
