[jumpisay5]

Watching both ladies  closely. Strong feelings of excitement and anticipation running through  me. Trying to stay cool, but  it  is  impossible as  i look at  both ladies amazing attire and  bodies. Not  knowing where  to look, my eyes  go back and  forward  from both your faces  to  your amazing bodies. My eyes get stuck on Erin's cleavage i her so sexy  outfit. Then they switch to Bella's  eyes as  i try to read  them and anticipate  her  moves.
Moving to the edge of  my seat and  gulping a quick sip of  beer. I  still support  Erin, but really  liking and admiring  both  ladies and the  battle ahead.

[Erin Lee]

I knew what to expect, at least i thought i did. I'd heard the stories about how you get into fights and how you really enjoy them. The most dangerous one's to fight are the ones who enjoy pain. I can't say i enjoy it, but i can live with it whilst dishing out some of my own. So as you sidle your way back up close to me my eyes are drawn to the clenched fist that you seem to be trying to hide, or are you? Are you trying to intimidate me? You can save yourself the trouble, i don't intimidate especially by a redneck tramp like you. Actually you look quite flushed and i don't mean from the slap i just gave you, seems my ploy of playing with your breast has quite turned you on.

With just half an eye now on your fist and my focus more on your words i fail to see you uncurl your fingers and swipe your palm against my cheek. I stagger a lil and my head is snapped to the side, that was a stinging slap i must admit, you have some power in that arm. I slowly turn my face back to look at you, my hand gently touching the burning area of flesh where your hand landed. "Let's get to it...skank" i hiss

I need to weaken you but we first go back to circling each other, eyes narrowed, breath coming in heavy bursts. This is gonna get serious in a hurry. I stop circling and turn towards you, moving slickly i come at you intending to weaken you before i have my way with you. As i rush you i have my arms loose and ready. We almost collide but my arms snare your waist and wrap around you, i drop my head so the crown is below your chin, then i interlace my fingers behind your back and start to squeeze, looking to take the air out of your lungs if i can. Our bodies are tightly pressed against each other, i try to squeeze tighter and lift you slightly off your feet.

[Bella13]

I knew what to expect, at least i thought i did. I'd heard the stories about how you get into fights and how you really enjoy them. The most dangerous one's to fight are the ones who enjoy pain. I can't say i enjoy it, but i can live with it whilst dishing out some of my own. So as you sidle your way back up close to me my eyes are drawn to the clenched fist that you seem to be trying to hide, or are you? Are you trying to intimidate me? You can save yourself the trouble, i don't intimidate especially by a redneck tramp like you. Actually you look quite flushed and i don't mean from the slap i just gave you, seems my ploy of playing with your breast has quite turned you on.

With just half an eye now on your fist and my focus more on your words i fail to see you uncurl your fingers and swipe your palm against my cheek. I stagger a lil and my head is snapped to the side, that was a stinging slap i must admit, you have some power in that arm. I slowly turn my face back to look at you, my hand gently touching the burning area of flesh where your hand landed. "Let's get to it...skank" i hiss

I need to weaken you but we first go back to circling each other, eyes narrowed, breath coming in heavy bursts. This is gonna get serious in a hurry. I stop circling and turn towards you, moving slickly i come at you intending to weaken you before i have my way with you. As i rush you i have my arms loose and ready. We almost collide but my arms snare your waist and wrap around you, i drop my head so the crown is below your chin, then i interlace my fingers behind your back and start to squeeze, looking to take the air out of your lungs if i can. Our bodies are tightly pressed against each other, i try to squeeze tighter and lift you slightly off your feet.

I have thoughts that I don't share with the world at large, but so do you. So does my cousin Erin if I were going to guess hers are she is not as posh as she appears. Not that is bad or shameful. It is just the way she throws off the people she fights. It is subterfuge. I'm sure when she is hope she tips pints with her mates and maybe shares stories about what she has done and saw. Me I'm the same, but my "dodge" hurts a bit. People think I crave pain. I love it. I'm a masochistic that I thrive on pain. That's true but only to a point. I enjoy pain no doubt so does everyone who fights, but I'm more about the exchange of pain that gets me going.

That is why the slap got me there. Its because I knew that would start the war,and so it did. Erin grabbed my waist and lifted me like I was trash on the dock and began to squeeze and shake me. I was both excited and nervous as from this position she could end the fight by dropping me on her out starched knee. I did not expect that as it would be too fast and she left my arms free. Hints she wanted me to get out probably subconscious. So as she lifted me and squeezed me I looked in her eyes and laughed a full throated laugh. Boy did that piss her off. I could tell from the squeeze she put on my ribs. The air rushed out of my lungs as I coughed. Then when she relaxed enough to let me get a breath back I took it. Then I began my counter attack pressing my thumbs into her eyes. Not dangerous as I was not about to blind her or something as dumb as that. I'd rather draw a mostashe on the Mona Lisa then blind the artist who was my cousin. The question was she trusting me,or was I going up again and I'd to become more cutthroat?Trust is tough between fighters, because if you become confident and comfortable wIth a person you fight you might as well give up,and I don't want that. Don't worry gentle reader we have miles to go before we sleep and far to much on to either of us to give up so I leave it here. Cousin your up you bitter tea...my favorite type I don't like sugar in my tea A tip from your future mistress....

[Just A Guy]

I sit here reading these words of these beautiful ladies and the descriptions of their actions.  We as the readers are blessed to paint in our own minds the beautiful image of what these 2 spectacular women look like squaring off.  My mind dances with the image of them circling, waiting and looking for that opening to strike again.  As I have eluded to numerous times, the visual of Erin's, long, toned and gorgeous legs fill my thoughts as she is anticipating and calculating her attack, her firm, perfect ass sticking out a bit, as she is slightly crouched down.  Then I think of Bella and her incredible body, the light fabric of her shirt stretched out over her firm chest.  Her golden locks just past her shoulders, her beautiful eyes fixed and focused on her cousin as they start this gorgeous dance only 2 creative women such as themselves can depict.  Neither one willing to give an inch to the other.  Then in a flash Erin charges, Bella is picked up and driven back, she is quick to react by placing her thumbs firmly into Erin's eyes.  I fear for the safety of them both, but both have been in this place many times and even in my fear, I can't help but see the absolute beauty of their actions physically, but more so the war of their incredible minds unfolding.  I find myself hoping to see Message Board Fights bold as a new post has been made, hoping to find a new post by you ladies.   

[Erin Lee]

With my arms wrapped around you and having you lifted off the floor i have proved i have the strength to do it. What you do next though i did not expect. I mean i guess i should have expected some nasty response, the Lee blood flows through your veins, so much so it's almost like fighting my twin. You go for my eyes. Now i have no wish to be made blind, is it something you'd do to win a fight? I can't take that risk.

A gasp escapes my lips followed by a screech. I unwrap my arms and thrust my palms against your chest as i look to drive you back into the wall. I stagger back, blinking wildly as i try to clear the tears from my eyes. I use the heel of my right hand to wipe them free and my vision returns to normal. I take a deep breath. If this bitch wants to play dirty then so will i.

I move closer to her, my left arm snakes out and my fingers grasp at her throat. " You are gonna regret doing that bitch" i snarl My right hand bunches up into a fist and i drive it hard up at your stomach looking to wind you. I'm very aware your arms are still free and i'm ready for any further attempts to attack my eyes.

[Bella13]

With my arms wrapped around you and having you lifted off the floor i have proved i have the strength to do it. What you do next though i did not expect. I mean i guess i should have expected some nasty response, the Lee blood flows through your veins, so much so it's almost like fighting my twin. You go for my eyes. Now i have no wish to be made blind, is it something you'd do to win a fight? I can't take that risk.

A gasp escapes my lips followed by a screech. I unwrap my arms and thrust my palms against your chest as i look to drive you back into the wall. I stagger back, blinking wildly as i try to clear the tears from my eyes. I use the heel of my right hand to wipe them free and my vision returns to normal. I take a deep breath. If this bitch wants to play dirty then so will i.

I move closer to her, my left arm snakes out and my fingers grasp at her throat. " You are gonna regret doing that bitch" i snarl My right hand bunches up into a fist and i drive it hard up at your stomach looking to wind you. I'm very aware your arms are still free and i'm ready for any further attempts to attack my eyes.

Sorry but I need to roll back the tape a bit here to give you Dear reader the way "A fighter's mind works."this is just my prospective, and how I see it so take it with a grain of salt, but it will be worthwhile,and interesting I hope. I was pressing Erin's eyes inward a threat to her site. She had to assess my willingness to blind her in a few seconds, and she did. Thankfully for me and you dear reader. Both of us and her are happy with her choice she is too I think we'll see as our story roll on. So it's back into the beech dear readers for as I said miles to go and all that.

As I'm slammed with force into the wall.things hung up rattle and shake. The thing that is under the rage she is feeling is the excitement. I know it as I feel it too. I know my body will hurt tomorrow and ill sleep like the dead win or lose.still I hiss out a chuckle as the "the snake on my throat tightens it grip" A gentle warning that the viper was done with head games. I grinned a mad woman's grin, and grabbed her hips tight and hard then I started to bounce my left foot on the floor like I was starting to tune up the band for a knee driven up into my cousins belly. As I kept  my foot bouncing I honestly thought she was going to choke me out. Then she  leaned in close and said something in my ear...."What? That be telling and out of respect for the little black teabag. Ill let her share it if she wishes" this is a public fight but I've given you enough of my thoughts and speculation on Erin Lee.deserves the chance to reveal what she whispered, or does my knee free me? Honestly it could be a clever setup for a headbutt. I would not put it past me either since I'm pinned to the wall a hand tight to my throat, hand hands holding  her hips tight. Squeezing tight with my left foot tapping out a beat for the band to come alive and play 1....2...cuz all yours

[Erin Lee]

The bitches back thuds into the wall, i bet that rattled her teeth it sure rattled the pictures of snakes you have hanging there. Pictures of snakes, hmmm, maybe some of the guys you've been out with cos you sure wouldn't pull anything normal. I hold your throat tightly in one hand while i slam my fist into your gut, only that punch has no effect whatsoever, you totally ignore it. My eyes widen at this, that crazed look in your eyes isn't just for effect it seems, you really are a crazed nut.
You start to bounce your left foot, i squeeze your throat tighter  as i try and take some of the desire to fight out of you, i try another punch to your gut but your leg keeps on bouncing. Am i way outta my depth here i wonder. It's not a thought that has often visited my brain. I'm starting to sweat but i still retain belief that i can defeat you, i lean in against you, i keep my legs closed tightly, no way will i allow you to nail my pussy with that knee.

"I'm going to own you" i whisper in her left ear, trying to worm my way into her head, she knows how much she enjoyed me fondling her breast, her nipples were a give away, she also knows i know she enjoyed it and that's her weakness. We are fighters and we'll do whatever it takes to beat our opponent. From what i've heard about you we aren't so different when it comes to things like that.

I press my thigh up against your bouncing leg, lets see you nail me with that now, i'm fairly sure you can't headbutt me as i have a tight hold on your throat. "Bout time you slumped down onto your knees where you belong, doncha think?" i hiss

[Alix_Fights]

Go  Erin, take her DOWN!

[Just A Guy]

As I am greeted yet again with excitement of you both sharing your visions, I settle in and drink in each keystroke of each letter typed by you beautiful ladies.  The unchoregraphed  dance is tense as well as beautiful. I see Erin's strong, perfectly defined legs flexing as she leans into Bella, holding her in place by her throat and the leverage of her body leaning forward.  Bella does not hesitate to get her ultra gorgeous leg in the action driving her knee up into Erin's taught midsection repeatedly.  The heavenly scene etched into my brain as I read their words. I am starting to get a feel of who I want to cheer for, but I will wait for now and just enjoy their gift to us of their encounter. 

[Bella13]

The bitches back thuds into the wall, i bet that rattled her teeth it sure rattled the pictures of snakes you have hanging there. Pictures of snakes, hmmm, maybe some of the guys you've been out with cos you sure wouldn't pull anything normal. I hold your throat tightly in one hand while i slam my fist into your gut, only that punch has no effect whatsoever, you totally ignore it. My eyes widen at this, that crazed look in your eyes isn't just for effect it seems, you really are a crazed nut.
You start to bounce your left foot, i squeeze your throat tighter  as i try and take some of the desire to fight out of you, i try another punch to your gut but your leg keeps on bouncing. Am i way outta my depth here i wonder. It's not a thought that has often visited my brain. I'm starting to sweat but i still retain belief that i can defeat you, i lean in against you, i keep my legs closed tightly, no way will i allow you to nail my pussy with that knee.

"I'm going to own you" i whisper in her left ear, trying to worm my way into her head, she knows how much she enjoyed me fondling her breast, her nipples were a give away, she also knows i know she enjoyed it and that's her weakness. We are fighters and we'll do whatever it takes to beat our opponent. From what i've heard about you we aren't so different when it comes to things like that.

I press my thigh up against your bouncing leg, lets see you nail me with that now, i'm fairly sure you can't headbutt me as i have a tight hold on your throat. "Bout time you slumped down onto your knees where you belong, doncha think?" i hiss

First of all the pics are not toothless swamp rats hunting snakes. I think she needs a lesson in respect and a hurricane, but alast that is not fair just like me talking like a Guy Ritchie character which I felt like at the moment since she closed her legs to block my knee from hitting her but I telegraphed it in hindsight,but whining about past mistakes is what losers do. I needed to focus on fighting. I think everyone would agree.

So I'm breathing as little as possible. Then suddenly I begin to fight I buck and struggle wildly. I get my head forward enough to brush her hair, and she adds her hand that was holding my hair to her wrist to keep my head down as my breathing became steady as her grip tightened cutting off my mouth cycling anything useful as I squeezed your hips three times once hard then two more times
each a little weaker as my breathing slowed,and shallower then my thumbs  hooked her bottoms and as I lowered to the floor her face seemed to change. It was in my head,but she went from warrior goddess to sad weary woman. Who was looking for something and I let her down...it was not a loss it was the fight I think. She felt cheated I think. This is all point of view.

I let my grin fade slowly and my eyes finally went to half open. As I let myself glide to the floor. Her grip loosened a lot as I fell on my ass totally and my face relaxed and I feined a lot as best as I could.in my head I was panicked did I just lose? Was this it? I wanted to jump up and scream "where are you going bitch? I'm not done!" Thankfully it was in my head where "evil bella" lives and rules with an iron fist. On the outside I looked beaten until a moment to get back in the fight came as all I needed was her to let go of my throat I had plans to tackle the bitch and get it to the floor.... OTY CUZ