Catfight: Obviously there isn't much clothing option here because their original clothes other than lingerie, especially Jennifer's designer dress, just got ripped off her. Well, the good news is that it is still an original unless someone else got involved in a dispute with another woman who tore the same dress off of her in the same way...possible I suppose but not likely. Anyway, they could also go the other way and decide to go nude, but they stand pat with bra and panties lingerie on each. Sabine looks extremely confident, let's accurately describe her as arrogant and dismissive, while the best words to describe Jennifer are scared and terrified. She knows straight up that Sabine will chew her up and spit her out like old gum. Betting pools are being formed not as to who will win this fight because no one will take Jennifer but instead on how long this match will last. The times range from 35 seconds to several minutes with 5 minutes being the medium number.
Thus, when Sabine raises her hands in front of her body and Jennifer appears ready to engage in the classic test the strength, the 35 second people are herding towards the bookie to collect. But to no great surprise, Jennifer was bluffing and has Sabine literally grasping at thin air. Jennifer's directional compass seems to be true...whichever direction Sabine is heading in, she will go in the other direction. Sabine is pissed that Jennifer literally ran out on the strength test, so she pursues Jennifer who quite frankly is showing quickness and flexibility. Sabine finally gets close to Jennifer only to met by a sofa pillow swung full circle by the mistress of the house. Sabine catches that one full face and it knocks her backward. But Sabine is like the terminator apparently...she comes back immediately and lunges across the sofa to try to catch Jennifer. She ends up balanced on the sofa. Jennifer helps her to the floor the hard way with an elbow drop to the back. Jennifer still looks terrified while Sabine's arrogance is gone and frustration setting in. Also frustrated are the ones who had this match in bets going less than a couple of minutes. Flush that money down the toilet. Sabine chases Jennifer around one end of the sofa, the guests scattering for dear life. Jennifer reaches under the sofa, and wham a wiffle ball bat hits s hard single to Sabine's midsection with Jennifer's accompanying "Uh, 2nd base, .385 batting average during family reunions." Some would say Sabine was lucky not to get hit by a Louisville slugger but was politely reminded by others that the way those wooden Louisville slugger bats splinter these days, the plastic wiffle ball bat is probably the more reliable weapon.
Regardless, the chase continues, with other Home Alone type incidents...leaky roof water bucket picked up by Jennifer - water into the face of Sabine...Dutch girl closing in or Jennifer - watch out for that rug that Jennifer pulls out from under Sabine. The match is lasting so much longer than expected that appropriate nicknames have been given. Jennifer is the Road Runner while Sabine is given Wiley Coyote and the little cartoon jingle has never been more accurate, "Road Runner, the Coyote after you...Road Runner, if he catches you you're through." Everyone believes that but so far minutes into the match, it appears like Sabine has been ordering from ACME again. Finally, Jennifer gets closed in and as she tries to run, Sabine successfully grabs some of that curly brown hair of the mistress of the house Jennifer. Sabine pulls Jennifer by the hair halfway across the room into the center of it. She twirls Jennifer around so that her face is so close to her own and she squeezes Jennifer's cheeks until she yells out in pain. Sabine whips Jennifer down to the plush carpet using her hair to do so and footstomps her exposed back. Sabine picks Jennifer up by the hair and stands her up right in front of her own body. As this point, Sabine implements a bearhug which cannot be good news for Jennifer with her own arm strength and Jennifer's petitie body. Jennifer's eyes grow wide and her screams get louder but once again the home field advantage pays off. Jennifer's arms are free as she knows there is no reason for her to try a bearhug since her arms are so thin and Sabine's midsection so muscular. So Jennifer reaches out a short distance from the action and finds the dessert cart. You guessed it...chocolate eclairs hit the face of Sabine who as a result has gooey chocolate all over her face.
The partygoers just shake their heads. This woman has more lives than a cat, and ironically more of the crowd turns against her. Why, that makes no sense because underdogs gain support the longer they last, right? That is true as long as the people watching also haven't bet on her going out early. As each of their bets gets flushed down the toilet, he or she hopes that Sabine tears her up because Jennifer cost them money. Ignore the fact that they screwed up, it is Jennifer's fault. Anyway, as Sabine is trying to get the chocolate out of her eyes and the rest of her face, Jennifer delivers a blow that is guaranteed to keep her in the fight a little bit longer....lifting her forearm into the crotch and therefore the pussy area of her rival. Sabine is almost paralyzed by the low blow, which gives Jennifer the opportunity to grab her hair and sling her to the sofa. Jennifer grabs sofa pillows and begins to both strike and sometimes smother Sabine with them. Jennifer is staying in it the way the Road Runner would...using anything around her to try to even the odds and sometimes outsmarting a woman who is bent on vengeance and may be thinking more about that than real strategy. Plus, of course, Jennifer has true fear on her side which is always an equalizer. As Sabine gets the last of the chocolate out of her eyes and recovers from the low blow, her strength advantage takes over as she grabs the pillows and simply discards them. As Jennifer tries to reach the sofa area, Sabine pulls her back by the arm and slings her down beside her.
Sabine normally likes to wrestle more with great holds and the like, but let's face it...Jennifer is pissing the Dutch girl off. With Jennifer trapped below her on the sofa, Sabine lets the ample part of her tits showing outside the lingerie do her talking. She lowers those big boobs titsmothers her foe, giving her employer a generous dose of her massive mams. Jennifer can only sit there and take it as Sabine is stronger than she is and even has the positional advantage. Sabine loves to see the sweat get transfered to Jennifer's beautiful face along with what she knows is foul body odor at this point and thinks her mistress needs a little more humiliation. Sabine lowers her right armpit into Jennifer's face and gives her an even more unpleasant experience with a smother from that wet and smelly region. Once again, Jennifer can only grimace her face, scream a little, and take it. The betting losers in the crowd cheer Sabine on while Jennifer still has her own supporters...friends of course but in addition, those betters who still have some time left on their prediction and can't afford to have the match end this second.
