[IRISH]

As the barmaid made the end of the bar and turned the corner headed for the ring, she was grabbed from behind by the hair and yanked backwards.  “And where do you think you’re going?” Jaclyn Swedberg asked as she spun the barmaid around.  Before she had a chance to answer, Swedberg drove a half a dozen fist into the young woman’s belly.  Karen’s friend pulled a zip tie from her purse and secured the woman’s hands behind her back at the wrist.  The brunette dragged the now immobilized girl behind the bar and assumed her duties behind the bar.

When the cavalry hadn’t reached the ring yet to come to Abby’s rescue, Courtney swung her attention back to the bar to see what had happened.   “Shit!” she cursed as she recognized Jaclyn from the Halloween Party.  “I guess if I want this done right I’m going to have to do it myself!” she said as she stormed towards the ring.

In the ring Karen caught the kneeling blonde square in the face with a spinning kick, toppling her over.  The blonde struggled to get back in the fight as she rolled over onto her back.  She propped herself up on her elbows as Karen advanced on her and started to raise her legs in a defensive position.

[kevan]

   Just read that North Carolina has the HOTTEST Pepper;
      HOWVER
IRISH has the HOTTEST catfight stories and the HOTTEST catfighter, Karen...
   (Karen will be needed and uses in British Invasion....no doubt...
Thanks, IRISH

[IRISH]

Courtney ran down the aisle of chairs towards the ring and was just about to reach it when a foot came out from the seats, tripping her to the floor. The blonde landed face first and skidded to a stop on her large breast.  Before she knew it, Tiffany Fallon, the owner of the wayward foot dropped her ass down onto the small of the blonde’s back. 

“You’re missing the fight!  Here let me help you.” Tiffany said as she sunk her fingers into the blonde’s hair and pulled backwards.  Fallon pulled back on Courtney’s chin, locking her in a camel clutch.  “There!  You should be able to see now.” Karen’s sister Playmate of the Year said.  “I know that you want to play too.  I’m sure Karen would like to give you a chance once she finishes with your bully.” She added.

Karen approached the downed blonde cautiously.  She knew that she had hurt Abby but based on the blonde’s posture it appeared that she still had some fight left.  The Playmate faked a lunge at the blonde but it was only a rouse.  Abby kicked out in response thinking that Karen was coming right in after her.  As the blonde’s leg followed through, the brunette dove on top of her foe straddling her waist.  Karen’s arms were a blur of motion as she rained down fist after fist in to Abby’s face.  Lefts, rights, it didn’t matter… The Playmate just kept swinging for the fences.

After several unanswered blows the blonde grew tired of being a punching bag.  She started swing with both fist too, targeting the brunette’s injured ribs.  The pace was fast and furious but this late in the fight neither woman could maintain her attack.  That and the fact they were doing some pretty serious damage to each other, something had to change.

Still pinned beneath the Playmate, the mercenary reached up and grabbed hold of Karen’s hair.  She pulled on it sharply, rolling the brunette off of her.  The blonde continued the roll until she was now the woman on top, in the dominant position.  As Karen struggled to reverse their positions, Abby placed her fore arm across Karen’s throat and started to lean on it with all her weight.  A gurgle was all that could be heard from the brunette as the blonde attempted to choke her out.

A cruel smile started to form on the evil blonde’s face as she knew she had the beautiful brunette now.  “This would have been over by now if your man would have just stopped in my room last night.  Since he didn’t, I am going to make this as slow and painful as I possibly can!” Abby said as she punctuated her last statement by rolling her arm back and forth across Karen’s throat.  “Accckkk…” Karen grunted as she struggled to breathe.  “He will never want anything to do with you.”  This just angered the blonde who leaned in harder.  “We will see soon enough.” The confident blonde added.

Karen was unable to pry Abby’ arm from her throat no matter how hard she tried.  The thought of IRISH’s loyalty motivated her to fight harder.  When Karen’s hands slipped from her arm, Abby thought it was the beginning of the end and smiled at the fallen Playmate once more.

But when Karen’s hands left Abby’s arm it was only to pull down the front of the blonde’s dress and clamp down as hard as she could on the mercenary’s nipples.  “Aaaahhhh! You fucking bitch!” Abby complained at the new found pain on her breasts.  Just then Karen plated both of her feet and with a sudden surge; she pushed up unseating the blonde from the top of her.

Karen rubbed away the pain from her throat and rose as fast as she could.  Abby fell towards the ropes and crawled the two or three feet to them, reaching up for the middle rope as she did.  Just as the blonde reached the rope and started using it to pull herself up, Karen stomped down on her arm just below the shoulder.  The blonde cried out in pain as she crumpled back down to the mat.  She clutched at her injured shoulder feeling like some serious damage had been done to it.

[KarsaOrlong]

Awesome piece of work you have going on here! 

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[IRISH]

Thanks everyone for the comments.  I’m glad that so many are enjoying it!

Time is going to be tight over the next couple of days so I don’t know when the next few post will be completed. 

I do assure you that we are far from finished!

[Mindcastle]

Great Job, so far.  We are more than willing to wait.  Quality is worth the wait.

[JT Edson]

Go Karen!

[IRISH]

Grabbing hold of Abby’s wrist, Karen used it to twist her arm behind her back.  The blonde let out a cry as Karen increased the pressure.  By now the brunette had Abby’s arm just inches from the back of the blonde’s neck.  The Playmate was using her entire body weight, leaning into the painful hold.  Just another minute or two Karen thought to herself…

The blonde was in excruciating pain.  Her left hand clutched her injured right shoulder but no matter how hard she tried she was unable to pull the limb away from the angry brunette.  With tears in her eyes, the blonde started to rise to her feet, taking the brunette along as a passenger.  Once standing she locked her knees with Karen still draped over her back.  Although she was racked with pain, the tough blonde refused to waver.   

Karen had the blonde’s arm trapped between their bodies.  Letting go of Abby’s wrist with one hand, the Playmate latched onto the assassins golden locks.  Wrapping her legs around the blonde’s waist, Karen bounced up and down, trying anything that she thought might work to bring the muscular blonde back to the mat.  No matter how hard she tried Karen just couldn’t trip Abby.

In an attempt to topple the beast, Karen moved her right foot between the legs of the blonde.  Using her heel the Playmate dug her foot in hard.  Abby cried out in pain inspiring the brunette to start slamming her foot against the blonde’s groin.  Abby’s rigid stance began to waver.  Karen stepped up her efforts when she felt the pending change of events.  The brunette rocked back and forth until she felt Abby pitch forward in an unplanned descent. 

[Mindcastle]

It's over till the tough blonde sings!

[IRISH]

Karen was ecstatic as she felt Abby starting to fall.  Her eyes were tightly clenched shut as she poured every ounce of energy in bringing the muscular blonde down.  “Karen!” hey that was IRISH’s voice she thought. 

As they fell forward Karen opened her eyes.  She didn’t like what she saw…  After trying every trick in the book Abby couldn’t shake the Playmate from her back.  Unable to take the pain any longer and completely out of options, the blonde lunged forward.  At the last possible moment Abby pulled her head from Karen’s grasp and tucked her chin to her chest.  When the brunette opened her eyes it was too late to do anything about the rapidly approaching top rope. 

Abby was able to duck under it, but the top rope caught Karen right across the throat.  Her grip on the blonde was instantly broken as her hands shot towards her neck.  The weight of the Playmate’s body and her full momentum bounced off the taught rope catapulting the brunette to the center of the ring.  She landed with a thud and didn’t move.

The blonde landed on her knees in front of the ropes and was cautious enough to avoid getting tangled up in the ropes.  She moved her injured arm from behind her back, cradling it at her belly.  She reached up and tried to massage away the pain in her shoulder.  Looking back at her downed rival, Abby didn’t want to rest too long.  This time she reached for the middle rope using her left hand making sure that Karen was nowhere around.  Standing, she began to reacquire her target.

In the center of the ring, Karen had rolled over onto her belly.  She brought her knees under her body, jutting her ass up in the air.  Next she worked her way up onto her elbows and started to rise…

Abby stepped forward as Karen rose and slammed her right foot into the Playmate’s belly the force of the kick hit her so hard, Karen’s body left the ground, spun, and crashed back down to the mat.  With the brunette flat on her back once again, Abby took the opportunity to stomp down on her belly driving all the air from her body.

With the Playmate clutching her belly with both hands, the muscular blonde reached down and easily dragged her to a seated position.  Karen was in a world of hurt when Abby sat down behind her.  Before she had the chance to try and execute an escape, the assassin wrapped her powerful legs around the Playmate’s waist.  “Shittt!!!” Karen cried as the blonde’s muscles started crushing her injured ribs.

[IRISH]

The brunette’s cries of anguish and diminished breathing were music to Abby’s ears.  “This could have been easy!” the muscular blonde cursed as she looked over at IRISH.  Another pulse of her muscles brought another painful wail from the Playmate.  Abby was content on just torturing Karen, crushing the life out of her with every flex of her muscles.
Karen frantically tried to break the waist scissor.  She pushed with all her might using the palms of her hands against the blonde’s inner thighs.  She dug her nails in to Abby’s sinewy legs drawing blood.  It seemed the more she fought the tighter the squeeze of the assassin.  Her breathing was now barely a pant, trying to get as much air into her oxygen starved lungs. 

With her injured arm dangling uselessly at her side, Abby used her left hand to grab hold of Karen’s hair.  She started to pull and twist tormenting the trapped brunette, twisting her head and neck to unnatural angles.  Karen was like a rag doll unable to combat the blonde’s latest attack.

In desperation Karen was lunging behind her, trying to grab hold of Abby.  Her hair, a tit, between her  legs… anywhere she could grab hold of and inflict enough pain on her attacker to gain her freedom.  Abby laughed at the Playmate’s desperate attempts and just continued to crush her waist.  She looked over at IRSIH with a big smile on her face.  She was making Karen pay for his decision last night; next she would make him pay in her dungeon. 

[IRISH]

With Abby distracted with evil thought of what she would do to IRISH post match, Karen was finally able to latch onto something that she would be able to use to her advantage…  Abby’s right wrist!

The Playmate quickly pulled Abby’s right wrist to the front of her body where she grabbed hold of it with her left hand.  By the time that the blonde realized that something was amiss, Karen lifted her right elbow up as hard as she could into the armpit of the blonde’s injured shoulder.  The assassin let out a wail of pain and the grip around Karen’s waist loosened.  Three more blows in rapid secession and Abby had completely let go of the scissor and was doing everything that she could to pull away from the brunette.  Like a pit-bull, the Playmate refused to let go!

Karen stood and used Abby’s injured arm to drag the blonde over to the corner of the ring.  The brunette slid under the bottom rope without letting go of the blonde’s wrist.  Before the assassin had a chance to protest, Karen had the severely damaged limb wrapped around the ring post.  As the blonde screamed in pain, Karen started kicking her in the face repeatedly until Abby was pleading with her to stop.

Karen looked over at IRISH with a big smile.  When her guy gave her a smile of approval she turned her attention over to Courtney.  She just pointed and then started waving the hostess over with her index finger.  “Looks like it’s your turn bitch!”  Tiffany said as she stepped off of the beer girl.  Using a handful of hair, Karen’s sister Playmate tossed the planner of this whole event, under the bottom rope, into the ring.

[KarsaOrlong]

Things are really heating up!  Great story IRISH

Witness - Karsa Orlong

[IRISH]

The fearful blonde rolled to a stop in the center of the ring as Karen started climbing the outside of the ring ropes.  The beer girl stood and turned towards Karen.  Just then, with a battle yell, the Playmate leapt from the top rope of the ring and drove booth feet into the chest of the beer girl.  

The beer girl was sent flying across the ring clutching her chest.  She hit the far rope as the brunette’s tired and battered body crashed to the mat.  The blonde’s momentum sent her into the ropes, slingshotting her back across the ring.  She cringed and braced for a collision with the angry brunette as she bounced off the ropes.  But when she ricocheted back towards the center of the ring she was relieved to see the Playmate still down on the mat.

The beer girl didn’t have the time to stop, so she ran forward jumping over the brunette.  When the blonde came speeding back, she left her feet and tucked her legs under her like she was about to do a cannon ball into the pool.  The battered Playmate saw an eclipse as Courtney’s body blocked out the overhead lights.  The beer girl smiled from ear to ear as she saw sheer panic in Karen’s face.  Planting her feet on the mat, the brunette tried to push off and get out of the blonde’s way.

She was barely able to move… but not far enough!  Instead of planting both knees deep into the Playmate’s belly, a move that surely would have ended the brunette’s night,  Abby’s knees came crashing down onto Karen’s right thigh.  The brunette let out a shriek of pain as she clutched the source of her new found pain.  Abby’s momentum carried her just past the wreathing woman to the ropes.  The blonde propped herself up, leaned against the ropes, and caught her breath.

After a moment Courtney pulled herself up using the ropes.  Karen still was lying in the center of the ring clutching the upper part of her right leg.  The blonde confidently strode over to her rival, reached down and grabbed Karen by her right ankle.  “No!” the Playmate cried, but with vicious tug the beer girl lifted it up and towards her body.  Karen skidded across the mat on her back as she cried out in pain.  Holding the brunette’s ankle high, Abby cranked back with her right foot and buried it deep into the back of the Playmate’s injured leg.  

Karen cried as her hands beat the mat bringing a glowing smile to the beer girl’s face.  The pain was so severe she wished that she would just pass out as an escape.  As tears streamed down the Playmate’s face she wondered how things could possibly get any worse…  She didn’t have to wait long to find out as the blonde used her leg to roll the brunette over on to her belly.  Securing Karen’s ankle under her arm, tightly grasping her lower leg with both hands, Abby bent Karen’s leg at the knee as she sat down on the Playmate’s back.  

[KarsaOrlong]

Irish, in this last installment, do you mean Abby to be Courtney the Beer Girl, or am I reading that wrong?

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