Whose Better Then?
In a farmer's field in Southern England, two women were preparing to see who was the better woman on camera, an underground female fighting company had been opened up after the pandemic, where women fought for pride and prize money, while also getting their aggression out after a horrible two years previously.
In the year since the company was formed, two women have came to the fore, on one side you have the forty year old Leslie, she is a busty blonde from Cardiff, standing 5'8 and weighing 153lbs, she wasn't afraid to bare her 36C tits on camera, especially when she could bust an opponent up and cover her tits in their blood, she had amassed a 6-0 record in all forms of fighting, whether catfight rules, boxing or no holds barred.
The opposite side of this vicious equation is the twenty eight year old Rita, a black woman from the West End of London, she stands 5'7 and weighs 155lbs, while her tits are not as big at 34C, she has an impressive booty and is also 6-0, with many fans of the company and the women themselves wanting at each other, it was a matter of time before the feud would be settled.
After some discussions that saw a lot of curse words being said about the other, they finally agreed on a fist time bout for the company, a bare knuckle boxing match, where both felt they could really hurt each other and would prove that they were the better woman to all the fans they amassed over the year.
Like old Victorian prize fights, they would fight in a field away from the eyes of people like the people on the company owners farm, a large fenced area was set up with gates on two sides, the autumn day meant that it wasn't exactly a hot midday, still the women didn't care as they walked towards where they'd fight with the owner between them.
The camera crew set up the cameras, two on each side with one person holding a camera to get in closer to the action if needed, both women had agreed to special attire for this bout too, with Leslie stripping down on her side of the "ring" before putting on a black thong and small skirt that barely covered her backside, Rita had a white version of her rivals gear, with both getting their hands wrapped in white tape.
"Ok ladies, once inside the ring it's fist fighting, if you put your opponent down you get ten seconds to beat on them, unless they are out cold, at which point I will stop the fight, do you both agree to this?" Says the owner as he now stands at the center of the fenced area.
Leslie speaks first "I am so ready to beat that fat arsed bitch, you fucking ain't got nothing on me!" Giving Rita a two finger salute with a confident grin, not that Rita isn't far behind, replying "fuck you, of course we are fighting in a farmer's field when you are just a Welsh cow, bring it bitch!" The owner smiling seeing the fire of the two girls.
There gates opened up so they could step into the ring, both fighters nipple's hardened and look like they could cut diamonds, long hair hung loose as they locked eyes, the referee waves them to fight as they circle in silence, knowing that they are fighting someone tough, neither rushing in at first as the tension builds to the first blows as they move in closer, the thuds of their fists hitting faces can be heard as both land a jab followed by a straight, moving back a step looking furious at each other, it's clear the hate they've created for each other.
Stepping in again, Rita lands a jab/straight combo, she gets hit by a looping left hook onto her cheek, both fighters tits shake as they fight, bodying up soon to each other, feeling their tits slapping together as they work the body, both gritting their teeth trying not to show any of the pain they are feeling.
An uppercut from Rita digs under the left boob of Leslie, rocking it up as the blonde girl hisses out and yanks the hair of her rival with her left, trying to swing over the top repeatedly with her right, soon both are on the grass as Rita grabs Leslie's hair, legs get tangled and down they go on their sides, landing several bodies with their free hand before they are broken up with a struggle by the referee.
Getting back up with some grass sticking to their bodies, the fighters circle again with marks on their faces, trading more stiff blows soon enough as they move back in, first blood soon goes to Leslie as she lands a scything right cross onto the lips of Rita, a trickle of blood running down the chin of the black woman as the referee grins.
Back comes Rita with a left hook on the ear of Leslie, an uppercut then strikes under the chin of the Welsh lass, down she goes to her back! Rita gives her a kick with her right to the legs of Leslie, trying to mount her rival moments later with Leslie just about holding her off, the referee pulls Rita off and orders her to the gate she started the fight at, beginning to count 1...2...3... Leslie pushes to her knees, claiming "lucky shot" as she rubs her jaw, 4....5....6.. getting to her feet, Leslie is asked if she wants to fight on, she answers "of course I fucking do" to bluntly get to the point.
Resuming with Rita looking confident, opening up more as she lands a hard right onto the nose of Leslie, causing a trickle of claret to run from her nostrils, with Leslie forced to move around near the wooden fences, both fighters taped fists starting to be stained in blood.
Rita misses with a right hook as Leslie leans back, a counter right slams into Rita's nose, before a clubbing left hook slams onto her jaw, it's the Cockney girls turn to hit the deck on her left side, Leslie gives her two kicks into her back and goes to stamp on her but the referee holds her back and points to her gate to stand at, 1...2....3...4.. Rita groans as she rubs her back, getting onto her front, 5...6...7.. pushing to her feet, like Leslie she is asked if she wants to fight on, she replies "I ain't done yet" giving Leslie a bring it on signal.
Even with the chill in the air, both are now coated in sweat as they resume battling, trading blows more in close range, Leslie looks to be powering back Rita to the fence after landing a sneaky uppercut to her chin, taking control of the fight as she whacks the black girl around her head with hooks, till Rita can clinch with her, both fighters tits fighting for space in the close confines, freeing a hand to whack away into the others kidneys, Rita not enjoying it one bit after the kicks she took.
Broken up by the referee, Leslie looked to keep her dominance going, instead she walked into a right across her face, a cut opening above her left eyebrow as blood runs towards her eye, Rita showing no mercy as she pushes with her left hand the tits of Leslie, driving her with a thud into the fence, whacking away with her right fist towards that cut as the Welsh lass cries out.
Getting Rita into a headlock in desperation, Leslie gets in a few good hits to the face of her opponent before she ends up in a headlock herself, both falling to their knees angrily squeezing the tits nearest them till they are broken up with a mighty struggle, Rita has swelling now around her right eye, with both tough women's chest rising faster, both hurting as they stand up.
Blood dripped onto both women's tits, nearly taking turns to whack each other in the face, sweat and blood goes flying as they pound away at each other, stumbling around their ring till they clinch again, Leslie heard groaning "quit you bitch" as Rita replies "fuck you" hands in hair as they try to power each other back.
Again they are broken up, both in the worse shape of their fighting careers at this point, nobody had pushed them this hard, stepping in close to trade, giving little shoves with their left hands, one opens up Leslie to an uppercut on her chin, she stumbles into a corner, where Rita follows her, landing two right hooks that cause more blood to flow from the cut.
Leslie tries to hold on but eats a left hook on her chin, sending her stumbling down to all fours! Rita mounts her back and whacks her in her face with a further two hooks, causing Leslie's arms to give way as she falls face first into the grass, the referee pushes Rita away to her original side of the ring.
Rita clenches her fists as she stares at Leslie, 1....2....3.. Who groans as blood drips onto the grass, 4...5...6... Leslie tries to push herself up, 7...8... But collapses back down with a cry of pain, eyes half shut as 9...10 she is counted out! Rita has won this war of a fight!
The winner wastes no time though as she marches over to Leslie, kicking her over to her back, she yells "fucking cxnt!" As she sits on her chest with knees either side, slapping the beaten fighter as she says "you thought you were tougher then me you dumb bitch! I own your arse!" Squeezing her opponents cheeks with her right hand.
Then moving forwards till her arse is near the face of Leslie, Rita hisses "whose better then?" Leslie spits at Rita in defiance, causing the Cockney to laugh as she yells her "wrong answer" then presses her bum into the face of the blonde, who weakly kicks the ground as she hasn't the strength to try to push off her vicious rival.
Lifting her bum back up, Rita asks again forcefully "whose better bitch?" Leslie crying as she shakes her head, the bum coming back down, Leslie yells "you are!" As she has tears running down her bloody face, Rita smirks at the camera, before sayng "say that once more for the camera, I don't think they heard you" to make Leslie go from tough woman to weeping willow.
"You are the fucking best!" Screams Leslie, shutting her eyes hoping the nightmare would end, instead Rita presses her bum back down on the face of the squirming Leslie, flexing her arms for the camera as she shows the world whose the best, any would be rivals better watch out for her.
Once Leslie passes out, Rita stands up, showing the camera the blood stains on her backside, Rita rips the skirt from Leslie's body, taking it as a trophy as she leaves the ring to go get washed up and her prize money from the company owner, who is more then happy to pay her.
Leslie meanwhile is helped to her feet, looking a shell of the woman who stepped into this fight, head down as she is cleaned up, Rita and her lock eyes later but Leslie just dips her head, showing submission to her rival as Rita just laughs at her, leaving the field back in her casual clothes of a black T-shirt, jeans and sandals, Leslie wondering if she will find the confidence to fight again as she knew that Rita was simply better then her.
