Well, here's the promised repost of the story of my Grudge fight rematch with Tasha, after I'd been beaten & humiliated by her in Supermarket Brawl at
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,4305.0.htmlHope you enjoy! Please comment!
Hugs
Kayla
P.S. Will some time soon be posting a NEW story featuring a final showdown between Tasha and I.
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THE GRUDGE FIGHT – Kayla vs Tasha rematch
By Tom
A couple of weeks ago, when Kayla was doing some grocery shopping she (literally) bumped into a fellow FFF fighter named Natasha. They got into a brawl on the spot and trashed half the store. Kayla was winning the fight when a twist of fate reversed things and gave the victory to Tasha. I took Kayla home and gave her my best soothing but the loss rankled. So she put out the word that she wanted to face Tasha in the ring. Tasha had no choice to fight; otherwise her reputation in the area would have suffered.
Toni Ann ran a gym and it was here that the women in the area held their extreme fights. Toni Ann even built a ring in a side room for extreme fighting. The floor of the ring had only one layer of canvas covering the wood floor. The ring posts and turnbuckles were not padded. The ropes the old-fashioned hemp and were rough enough they if a fighter slid along them, she’d get rope burns. In effect, the ring was a weapon. Toni Ann was a legendary fighter. She’d fought and won in gloved boxing, wrestling and bare-knuckle boxing. That was her favorite; she used to say, “I like to hit other women and make them bleed”.
We showed up at the appointed hour. Tasha appeared a minute later accompanied by women named Dede. As always Toni Ann would referee. She met with Kayla and Tasha and went over the rules. “OK, girls. We fight three-minute rounds with 1 ½ minute rests. All wrestling moves are legal except throwing your opponent over the top rope of the ring. Strikes by fists, elbows, knees and feet are legal anyplace below the shoulders. The fight continues until one fighter submits. If a fighter passes out, I’ll revive her. Are there any penalties to losing?”
Tasha replied, “I’m straight so have no interest in humiliating Kayla directly but when I win, I shall make Tom strip and fuck me in the middle of the ring while Kayla watches. Then I will make Tom flog Kayla until I tell him to stop”. She pulled from her gym bag a long metal-studded strap.
“When I win, you will give me pleasure. The whip is a good idea. Dede will flog you until I tell her to stop”.
“OK”, said Toni Ann, “prepare yourselves”.
We all went to our corners. Kayla nodded to me. I unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. She was of course bra-less. Needless to say, I planted a kiss on each nipple. I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. As I knelt, I kissed her bush. She moved her hips slightly so her crinkly bush grated my lips. She stepped out of her clothes and we both looked at Tasha. Her body seemed softer, her breasts plumper than Kayla’s. But we both knew she could fight. I looked back at Kayla, her firm breasts with their proud nipples, her firm belly and taut buns. I don’t know if it’s her wonderfully smooth skin or her sheer confidence in her nude body, but when she’s nude she’s absolutely radiant. Kayla brushed her hand against my crotch, noticed that I was hard as a rock and whispered, “Don’t worry, I’m going to beat her up and then we’ll have some fun”.
Kayla is so proud of her body that she is totally comfortable in the nude. As she climbed into the ring, she called to Tasha and Dede “Did you girls bring the lobsters?’
Even Toni Ann stripped for action, removing her track suit to reveal a hot pink bikini. Pam, her assistant and timekeeper, wore a skimpy purple bikini. She rang the bell for round one.
Kayla may not be in Lucia Rijker’s league but she has some boxing skills. So she came up to fight in a boxing stance. Tasha seemed more ready to wrestle. I guessed that she wanted to tie Kayla up and punish her with wrestling moves. I hoped that Kayla could keep away from her and punch her.
Tasha’s C-cup boobs were swaying slightly and Kayla was drawn to that target. She flattened first the right breast then the left with straight smashes. Then she hooked them; they bounced nicely. Tasha at first flinched and placed her right forearm protectively across her breasts. Then she recalled that breast pain is part of fighting and resumed her attempt to grapple Kayla. Kayla showed a new move, kicking Tasha to the back of her left thigh. They must have been hard kicks because I heard the SMACK as they landed. And they must have hurt because Tasha started favoring her left leg just a little. Finally Tasha lowered her head and charged Kayla like a linebacker. She rammed her shoulder into Kayla’s belly, wrapped her arms around Kayla’s waist and tried to force her into the ropes.
Kayla was forced back a couple of steps but with her strong legs was able to stop. She leaned forward slightly and wrapped her arms around Tasha’s waist. Tasha released her hold and tried to break Kayla’s. Kayla stood erect and dropped to her knees, ramming Tasha’s head into the hard ring floor. Tasha moved her arms slightly so she was still conscious. Kayla got to her feet and stomped several times on the back of Tasha’s left thigh. Tasha fought her way to hands-and-knees, so Kayla kicked her in the left kidney. The force of the kick rolled Tasha onto her back. In an instant she realized her utter vulnerability and rolled to her side. As she struggled to all fours, Kayla again kicked her in the left kidney. Although she grimaced in pain, this time she rode it out. She came to a kneeling position and threw a soft punch to Kayla’s stomach. I doubt if Kayla even felt it. She grabbed Tasha by the breasts and pulled her to her feet. Tasha screamed as her entire body weight was taken up by her tits.
She pushed a still-dazed Tasha backwards until her back came to rest against the ropes. Kayla caressed her breasts for a few seconds. Then she grasped each of Tasha’s nipples between thumb and forefinger, pinched hard and pulled. Tasha again screamed at the agony in her nipples. Kayla released them and slapped Tasha hard on the outside of each breast. She followed with uppercuts to each breast. By this time Tasha had folded her arms in front of her battered breasts and was sobbing in pain. Kayla grabbed her by the left shoulder and pushed her the length of the ropes. She screamed as the ropes burned her back. She crashed into the steel ring post and turnbuckles. I swear I could hear her ribs hitting the steel turnbuckles. The bell rang to end the round and spare her further pain-for the moment.
Kayla almost skipped back to our corner. All I had to do was to give her a quick sip of water. Dede, on the other hand, massaged her fighter’s battered thigh with one hand while waving smelling salts under her nose with the other. That’s the thing about long rest periods. If one woman takes a beating, she has time to recover and mount a counter-attack-or absorb even more punishment. I hoped that the latter case would apply here. Still, I warned Kayla about the danger of a wounded animal. She nodded with a serious look on her face. I was quite sure that she was about to punish Tasha even more and that she wouldn’t do anything stupid. The bell rang for round two.
Tasha tried a boxing stance, perhaps acknowledging that her initial attempts to wrestle had been futile. She threw several wild hooks, presumably aiming at Kayla’s ribs or kidneys. Kayla blocked them all effortlessly and responded with a pair of uppercuts to Tasha’s breasts. Kayla had by now noticed that they bounced around when punched, so she threw a rapid-fire volley of hooks and uppercuts. And bounce they did. Tasha retreated into a corner with her arms protecting her breasts from further punishment. Kayla approached carefully. It was well that she did so because Tasha lashed out with a kick aimed squarely at Kayla’s snatch. However Kayla turned her mid-section so the kick landed on her upper thigh.
Quickly Kayla grabbed Tasha’s foot and raised it to shoulder-level. Tasha’s eyes widened in fear as she realized how utterly vulnerable she was. Kayla started by throwing a series of kicks to the back of the thigh. Judging by the SMACK-ing noise, they were even harder than the ones she’d thrown in the first round. After six or eight such kicks, the back of Tasha’s right thigh was bright pink. Kayla tired of that sport and moved close to Tasha, still holding the leg in the air so that Tasha was effectively helpless. Kayla placed her right hand between Tasha’s legs and stroked her bush a couple of times. Then she found her opponent’s clit and massaged it for a couple of seconds. Just as Tasha’s face showed a flicker of pleasure, Kayla placed her thumb on her bush, fingertips between the legs and squeezed as hard as she could. Effectively it is a vaginal claw and having fingernails digging into the sensitive area between her legs is excruciating. Tasha endured for almost thirty seconds before screaming in agony. Kayla held the claw for at least a minute, only releasing it when Tasha slumped in exhaustion.
Kayla took Tasha by the right arm and pulled her out of the corner. She picked Tasha up in her arms, cradling her like a baby. Then she dropped to one knee and dropped Tasha across the outstretched. Tasha’s body bent like a bow under the force of the backbreaker to the point that her head slammed into the ring floor. Kayla slammed an elbow into Tasha’s stretched stomach. The stricken Tasha rolled off Kayla’s thigh onto the floor of the ring and lay in the fetal position clutching her stomach. Kayla moved behind Tasha, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. She steered Tasha to the ropes and positioned her so that the rope crossed her body at the base of the breasts. Then she put her hands on Tasha’s shoulders and pushed. Tasha was forced to the ground as her soft breasts were raked along the rough rope. Again Kayla picked her up by the hair. This time she positioned Tasha so that it was her nipples that lay on the top rope. Kayla shoved her to one side and Tasha screamed as this time her delicate nipples were lacerated by the rope. Tasha fell to her knees sobbing and clutching her tortured breasts as the bell sounded to end round two.
Kayla had certainly dished out a lot of punishment in that round. I toweled her down and gave her a sip of water. Dede tried cold cloths to ease the pain in Tasha’s breasts. I don’t know if it helped but I was quite sure that they were about to be visited again. The bell rang to begin round three.
Tasha had stopped crying but her eyes were red and her cheeks tear-stained. Her right arm was positioned to protect her breasts from further abuse while she tried to punch with the left. She landed a couple of punches to Kayla’s ribs which didn’t seem to hurt.
“There’s no crying in the ring”, hissed Kayla as she slammed Tasha in the right ribs.
She took a couple more punches and then she surprised Tasha by grabbing the right wrist and applying a hammerlock. She pushed Tasha across the ring and rammed her full force into the bare steel ring post and turnbuckles. (That couldn’t have been pleasant.) Once again Tasha was helpless, although not quite as defenseless as in the last round. Again Kayla surprised us. She reached around Tasha’s body with her right hand and spent a full minute tenderly caressing Tasha’s tortured breasts, even the undersides and nipples that had been so cruelly raked along the ropes. Then she began hammering Tasha’s right ribs. Now Kayla long ago learned that if you’re going to punch the opponent in the ribs, it is best to punch the same area again and again. That way you bruise the ribs and make it harder and more painful for her to breathe. So she gave Tasha about two dozen punches to the same spot. By the end of the sequence, Tasha was grimacing and crying out. So Kayla knew she’d hurt her opponent. The bell rang to end the round.
Tasha walked slowly to her corner with her right arm pressing her side where Kayla had pounded her. Dede put an ice pack on the spot. Maybe it helped some, I don’t know. When Kayla returned to her corner, she whispered to me “I’m starting to get tingly between my legs, you’d better be ready when this is over.” She felt my crotch-I was hard as a rock. She grinned. She put my hands on her breasts and for the entire break she stood with her back to her opponent as I caressed her luscious, perfect breasts. I guess she realized that Tasha was now helpless against whatever onslaught Kayla might choose-so she figured she’d have some fun. The bell rang for round four.
Kayla turned and skipped merrily to the center of the ring. Tasha moved somewhat more slowly. I had to give her credit, she was game. As Kayla closed, Tasha threw a straight left hand that flattened Kayla s right breast. A look of annoyance flickered across Kayla’s face as she retaliated with a much harder breast smash that made Tasha cry out. Then she used her right leg to sweep Tasha’s legs out from underneath her. She collapsed to the floor in a heap. As she sorted herself out, Kayla sat sown beside her and put her legs on either side of her head and tightened then into a side headlock. Kayla locked her ankles together which, combined with the strength in Kayla’s legs, made this very painful for Tasha. Kayla was apparently not ready to go for the submission because she only held the hold for half of the round. Tasha held her head in her hands as she rolled back and forth on the ring floor as Kayla kicked her in the kidneys. Finally Tasha struggled to her feet only to have her breasts bounced around by another barrage of hooks and uppercuts. That’s how the round ended.
When Kayla returned to our corner, I leaned forward and kissed the right nipple several times. Then I again caressed her delicious breasts. “I’m tempted to finish this just so I fuck you,” said Kayla. I chuckled to myself at the way she put it. The bell rang for round five.
It was immediately apparent that Kayla was not quite ready to finish the fight. She opened the round by launching a volley of kicks at (again) the back of Tasha’s left thigh. The SMACK’s were just as loud as the last volleys and Tasha was again limping from their effects. It was almost as if Kayla wasn’t sure what to do next to Tasha. Then I guess she had an idea. She grabbed Tasha’s left wrist and Irish-whipped her into the ropes. She bounced off right into Kayla’s arms which closed in a bear hug. It was obvious that Kayla had planned it so that Tasha’s soft breasts would get mashed against her own. The pressure on Tasha’s ribs must have been incredible; I could hear her labored breathing.
