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Kayla
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FFF Bar Room Brawl Catfight
Kayla vs. Jennie
By: Yvie & Mr. Chain
A typical evening at the Choke 'N' Puke Bar and Grill was just about ending and most everything had gone smoothly as the patrons were herded out the door early in preparation for the main event of the night!. The air is heavy with the fragrance of stale beer and alcohol, cheap perfume and cigarette smoke as the final remnants of the previously massive crowd, finish off their life-enriching nectar while the bouncer finally escorts them out! The last remaining, scantily clad barmaid then locks the door in preparation for the impending fight!
Numerous cameras had been installed throughout with a closed circuit signal which would be beamed directly to both the Exclusive FFF Beach Club and the FFF Arena! A two-way speaker system had been set up inside the bar as well to rally both spectators and fighters alike! Though the bar now had no more than a handful of spectators, the two other venues were filled to capacity as word of this match had brought ardent brawler fans to seat themselves before the Big Screen sets. Several catfight enthusiasts caroused while settling in with their own respective drinks, snacks, cigars and cigarettes, awaiting the night's highly anticipated battle!!
So with things about ready to go, both combatants recall the incident just the night before that led to tonight's inevitable conflict:
Jennie and her husband Gary decided to go out and let off some steam at a local watering hole. After several drinks, Jennie left her husband to go wait in the long line that had developed for the ladies room.
As Gary stood alone, Kayla, who was also in the bar, spotted the handsome gent standing alone and in her usual style, went after him. She did not know that he was Jennie’s husband, but that probably wouldn’t have mattered much anyway. But just as she was about to display her best moves with the Dirty Dancin' Lothario, Kayla’s jovial, anxious mood was quenched in the wink of an eye as she felt an acute burning of her scalp while being propelled backward by her hair!
Screeching as she quick stepped in reverse, hands bolting to the back of her neck to alleviate the stabbing pain from having her hair brutally yanked!! Bumping to a stop against the jukebox, her teeth clenched, eyes wide open and ablaze with arrant fury! Before she can even react, Kayla's left cheek is lit up with a STING from a hard right SLAP to her face!
Upon seeing this, the barmaid instantly secured the main door, pulled the shades and stepped back out of the way of these two fiery wildcats!!
After a brief exchange of euphemisms, Jennie and Kayla both lunge forward into combat!! Both exchange initial blows! Bare knuckles pelting hard to both attacker's faces! Each woman declaring claws, ripping and tearing easily through one another's clothing! Shredded cloth drifts to the beer and alcohol tainted floor! Immediately, the vipers become determined to inflict prodigious damage to her antagonist! Snarling, hissing and groaning from the ferocity of this short-lived donnybrook!
The heated contest was quickly quelled by the last remaining occupants of the bar who held the two FFF fighters apart. Jennie had not realized that Kayla was the woman who had been flirting with her husband, nor did Kayla realize that the man she had been flirting with was Jennie’s husband. But as the two stared each other down while struggling to break free, it only fueled the confrontation further.
The two FFF catfighters knew each other, though not well. But each had targeted the other as someone whom they wanted to engage in an FFF sanctioned catfight. But the proposed confrontation had come up quicker than expected, and had also become personal. So after screaming at each other for a few moments, they finally agreed to settle their hostilities the very next night, after the bar closed! Both ruby-faced ladies agreed to the barroom brawl, leaving Mr. Chain and the FFF to arrange the details.
The boisterous clatter of a beer mug shattering to the floor jolts both women back to tonight's preparations!
Kayla stood on one side of the room, moderately garbed in a dark blue wrap, which covered her skimpy, white, see-through string bikini. Her curled, brown hair draped around her pretty, tanned face, framing it like a work of art as she tilted her head every few seconds to glare at Jennie who was clad in a loose fitting sweatshirt and baggy pair of sweatpants. With no make-up on and her blonde hair tied in a ponytail, Jennie looked considerably less glamorous than her counterpart. Jennie was there to fight, not to model, and the lack of atttention she paid to her appearance was evidence fo that. But to Kayla, fighting was both a brutal but also sensual activity, and she prepared herself accordingly. So as Jennie slipped off her old, dirty sneakers, Kayla followed her lead by reaching down to unfasten and remove her 5" heels, quickly kicking them aside.
With Jennie and Kayla standing opposite one another, enraged glares passing back and forth across the barroom floor as a result, Kayla slips out of her wrap in the most provocative way imaginable to allow Gary the pleasure of viewing the unveiling. She then tosses it over at Gary, who is standing next to his wife trying not to pay attention to the barely clad beauty. But Jennie is well aware of what Kayla is trying to do and, in Hulk Hogan fashion, rips the sweatshirt from her upper body to reveal a bulky, white bra which cradles her mammoth bosom. Flinging the torn sweatshirt in all directions, she then glides the sweatpants down her legs to reveal a pair of black panties, her voluptuous body now on full display! Jennie then gives her very best flex, apparently intended to intimidate Kayla!
Kayla stands watching with her hands on her hips in her most Olympian stance, raises her eyebrows, giggling from the chunky flex of her British rival!
"Jennie, you have more rolls than Pillsbury! Don't hurt yourself too badly, I'll take care of that myself!!"
A smirk then crosses Kayla's lips at the thought of destroying Jennie and as a result, taking her defeated opponent’s husband home with her tonight!
“Oh, and after I destroy you, that sexy man standing next to you will be coming home with ME tonight!”
Lowering her arms, Jennie stands, glowering at her South African opponent! "Don't you worry your little head 'bout me, Bitch! It’s you who’s gonna get hurt!! And my husband will be coming home with ME"
The barroom crew does a final check of the "Simulcast System", ensuring it is operating correctly before the evenings’ designated announcer steps toward the center of the barroom floor, pausing for two loitering gents who had caught word of this battle. They attempt to lug a couple tables out of the battle zone, toward the nearby wall but the barmaid steps forward to remove the procrastinate dolts:
"Hey! Get out of there! Go on! Get off the floor!!" The bouncer then escorts them to a corner table, with whispered instructions to stay out of the way!
This announcer steps forward:
Good Evening and a Warm Welcome to tonight's International Grudge match to be settled here in the Choke 'N' Puke Bar and Grill! Our first contender, standing to my left at 5'4" in height, weighing in at a pudgy 165 pounds, coming to us all the way from the United Kingdom to engage in this barroom brawl, holding a current record of no wins and only one loss in the FFF catfight league, please welcome the Bouncing British Brawler.... Jennie!!!"
Jennie advances wearing only her skimpy undergarments! Vigorously springing on her toes as her voluptuous orbs totter and sway up and down, back and forth! Turning to look at Kayla, Jennie extends a hand gesture, which Kayla instantly reciprocates! Obscenities are exchanged resulting in both ladies converging! Jennie covers a majority of the floor as she bolts toward Kayla, propelling her backward onto a tabletop! The pedestal of the table instantly CRACKS, then crumbles, dropping the table onto it's side! The warriors slide to the sticky beer, alcohol and cigarette infested floor, kicking, clawing and biting her merciless adversary!
An earsplitting roar of hoops, hollars, yowls and applause rips through the speakers as the raucous onlookers in the other sites cheer the action!
Feedback squeals through the FFF arena as the announcer drops the microphone, assisting Gary, Mr. Chain and a couple others to suppress the fray! Once separated, each combatant begins kicking at the other as Jennie spits at her foe! Kayla is dragged back from the incident as Jennie is escorted to her prearranged starting point!
Stepping back to center floor, picking up the microphone, the announcer continues as she wipes her brow:
"Whewww! Okayyyyyyyy!! Here we go folks! The other half of this maniacal melee.... weighing in at 140 pounds, standing an amazonic 5' 9", compaired to her munchkin opponent.... displaying her flat-chested 36A-25-33 figure.... Hmmph! Go Figure! From South Africa with a current FFF record of one win and one loss, the Great Plains grappler.... Kayla!!!"
Colorful expletives explode through the bar, not only at the announcer, but each of the warriors! Gary, barely managing to hold his darling wife back, cuts her loose as Kayla is already on her way across the barroom floor to engage in all out WAR!
Breaking into a thoroughbred sprint of her own, Jennie SCREAMS "You're BLOODY Dead Meat Bitch!!" In a savage COLLISION, there is resounding POP as bodies crash hard! Both woman instantaneous wail in agony! A fraction of an instant later, Kayla curls her nails and begins whipping her left claw toward the right breast of her antagonist! The Europeans' top is instantly torn, revealing her ample globes! Kayla follows up quickly by hurling her right claw at the blondes' soft belly!
In the same instant, Jennie sinks her left hand into Kayla's long dark hair while pummeling her adversary’s face with her right! This brief, yet brutal contest continues until Jennie plunges both her hands to either side of Kayla's head, propelling her forehead toward Kayla, as she smashes the South African's head into her own!
A stunned Kayla staggers back a step or two as Jennie advances! Grabbing Kayla by her dark hair, she begins another flurry of punches to the South African Amazon! Seeing as her own top is missing, Jennie rakes her claws down Kayla's front, leaving angry red welts as the see-through top lifts easily from her chest!
Just as the top is ripped off of Kayla’s body, another roar of clamorous applause resounds throughout the speakers as the Beach Club and FFF Arena crowds roar with delight at the now bare-chested brawlers!
Tossing the bra toward her hubby, the European sidesteps, pausing for a second to catch her breath while aiming her leg for the brunette's midriff! Turning to give a quick thumbs up to Gary, she steps back with her right foot, then SLAMS it into her rival's belly!
Receding a few steps further, Kayla holds her battered belly, gasping for air, attempting to draw a breath! Her right hand resting on the back of a chair while bent over. Jennie, panting and sweating, yet smiling widely, advances slowly and sarcastically remarks "Told ya.... I was gonna.... clobba you, Slut!" Licking her lips, Jennie notices an unclaimed beer sitting on a nearby table.... "Hmmmm.... Don't mind if I do!" and quickly guzzles the pint! Tossing the glass over her shoulder, she advances on Kayla once more!
Both gladiator's bodies glazing in the dim lighting of the tavern, welts standing out on both ladies faces as Jennie's left eye already shows signs of closure! Kayla displaying a swollen lip and puffy bruise over her left eye, both pugilists flinching from multiple oozing claw marks, upon their faces, necks and upper chests!
Kayla manages to quickly take a deep breath, but holds her position, awaiting Jennie to draw nearer! The Brit does exactly that! Drawing within lethal range, angles herself to Kayla as she mounts another strategy! As Kayla reaches forward to try and slow Jennie’s onslaught, the shorter blonde rushes in barges past Kayla’s arms, scooping her Kayla up and hoisting her 5’9” frame off of the ground before carrying her horizontal body over toward a couple of table against the wall. Trying to wriggle free, Kayla is unable to prevent the inevitable as Jennie tosses her down onto a table, immediately breaking it into pieces as both Kayla and the remaining bit of table both crash to the floor.
Moaning as her body squirms against the wet, sticky floor, Kayla attempts to get up, but is offered assistance in the way of Jennie ripping her up by the hair. The buxom, 5’4” blonde again lifts the taller Kayla effortlessly into the air, tossing her violently down onto another table and again breaking it before plunging to the floor.
With Kayla wallowing below her, Jennie smiles as she juts her bare chest out in front of her proudly and smiles back at her husband. She is tossing Kayla around like a ragdoll, and though Kayla again struggles to get to her feet, Jennie too is feeling the effects. She has begun to sweat profusely now, her chest heaving up and down from her heavy breathing as the exertion of the fight begins to show it’s affects on her too.
As Kayla begins to get to her feet, Jennie snatched another handful of her foe’s brown hair, ripping her up before grabbing hold of Kayla’s wrist with her other hand. She paused to take a deep breath, still panting, but then begins to chug forward, pulling Kayla alongside her. After several steps, the barreling blonde then tosses Kayla forward, sending her stumbling into a few chairs. The South African crashes into the chairs, knocking them over as she falls to the ground along with them, ending up in a seated position with Jennie standing a few feet away.
Kayla regains her bearings as Jennie places her own hands on her knees and sucks in a few quick breaths, winded and with sweat starting to stream down her bare, upper body. But once she is able to breathe more easily, the bulky blonde resumes the attack, lumbering toward Kayla, who by now has begun to stand upright. The shorter Jennie, confident that she has the upper hand, balls her right fist together as Kayla finally stands erect in front of her. Looking up at the beleaguered Kayla, Jennie, pulls back and swings her fist up toward Kayla's face! The Raven Haired beauty pulls back as the fist swooshes past her head, the momentum of the missed punch causing Jennie to falter forward past her. Securing both hands onto a chair as Jennie stumbles past her, Kayla then launches a sinister left kick up between the blonde's legs!
A boisterous round of applause is heard over the speakers as well as bellowing remarks of disapproval blend throughout the viewing patrons. The blow has left Jennie hurt and as she drops to her knees, The South African Maiden lifts the chair she is holding onto, smashing it across her kneeling adversary's wide back! Jennie drops prone onto the sticky floor as Kayla tosses the remainder of the chair aside before grabbing hold of and hoisting her blonde opponent upward by her hair!
Wrapping her right arm around Jennie's neck to apply a side headlock, Kayla maneuvers the buxom blonde into position and then charges toward the bar with the Brit in tow at her side! As the reach the side of the long, oak bar, Kayla rams Jennie’s head forward, driving the top of it into the side of the hard wooden bar. A sickening CLUNK files the empty room as Jennie stumbles backward, the top of her head numb. Though she stumbled backward and stands erect, her pupils are dilated and a blank, dazed expression stretches across her face.
Jennie’s arms fall limply to her sides as she stands teetering and completely out of it. The blow to her head has left her dumbfounded, a fact not lost on her opponent.
Realizing the perilous situation Jennie is now in, Kayla takes the opportunity to strut over to Gary and wrap her arms around his neck. Gary squirms uncomfortably as he tries to look past Kayla’s hug and check on his wife, but Kayla whispers in his ear, warning him that his wife is done for!
“Time for me to have some fun! And when I’m done with your wife, it will time for me and YOU to have some fun!”
Kayla then turns to face her opponent who is still wavering but also still on her feet. She plants herself squarely in front of Jennie and assumes a fighting stance, with one leg propped back behind the other as she raises her fists. Jennie has the same blank look on her face as she does nothing to protect herself, as Kayla cocks her right arm and then fires a brutal right cross into the side of Jennie’s face.
The crowd howls over the speakers as Jennie’s head snaps backward, though her arms never leave her sides. Her right leg skips back, but she somehow keeps her balance and remains upright as Kayla then fires a straight right jab square into the middle of Jennie’s copious right breast.
As if she had just punched a large pillow, Kayla’s entire fist is swallowed up by the mound of sweaty flesh which collapses around it before spitting it back out. Jennie’s face winces as her right leg again stumbles backward, followed by the left. But surprisingly she remains upright, obviously still in a stupor.
Kayla smiles in delight as she then turns and sets herself in front of Jennie, though this time she is turned sideways. The brown haired beauty then lifts her leg before firing a brutal, side Karate kick into Jennie’s stomach, her foot driving into the soft mass of flesh.
A puff of air burst from Jennie’s lips as she hobbles back another step, though still does not fall. Kayla then drops her shoulders, in linebacker fashion, and lunges forward, knocking the remaining wind out of the Blonde Brit, while sinking her left shoulder into her midriff!! Wrapping her arms around the dwarfen fighter's waist, Kayla actually lifts Jennie off the floor as they both land atop the nearby pool table, skidding across the felt surface to the exact center of the table! Pool balls scatter in all directions as some of the balls go clattering to the floor! The table lamp sways violently overhead as the African Amazon grabs the 8 ball and begins to force feed her adversary!
Wild and fervid howls of applause and lust for intense barbarous fighting fill the FFF Viewing Room, as well as the bar! Enfrenzied onlookers nearly drool for this action to perpetuate!
Jennie comes partially back into coherency as she swings her legs up, coiling nude thighs with Kayla's! Wrapping her arms, around Kayla's lower back, a Monstrous Bearhug ensues!!
Kayla's diminutive breasts are consumed by the massive orbs of her European rival!! Dropping the pool ball, Kayla slaps both hands to Jennie's chin attempting to force her head backward! Both ladies grunting and groaning as their bodies become so tightly locked that it becomes nearly impossible to tell where one woman ends and the other begins!
Ravenous howls of primal lust and animalistic hunger seizes the viewing audience as these two feral felines fight for dominance in this extreme battle!
Legs ripple as these two wildcats flex their stalwart muscles, each testing the power of her delicious competitor! Their legs spread wide to the outer edges of the table as they torture one another!! Womanhood grinding deeply into cloth-covered womanhood, they each strain and begin to whimper as their agonized legs battle it out mercilessly! Streams of perspiration trickle down off of Jennie’s body and onto Kayla’s as the two tigresses rock back and forth, grappling atop of the pool table!
With bright red faces, they both remain locked in this excruciating contest for several minutes! Jennie slowly endeavors to force their strained legs together! Teeth gritting, eyes clenched, bodies hot and trembling, they slowly begin to roll to one side! Jennie now taking the top position! Having been beaten from her funk, the buxom brawler struggles desperately to gain the upper hand, though Kayla has other plans.
With a subtle momentum going, Kayla attempts to continue the roll as both ladies drop off the table onto the floor! Tumbling downward, Kayla manages to obtain top position once more, Jennie landing hard on her back with Kayla on top of her!
As the life is being crushed from Jennie, Kayla grabs her sweat saturated golden locks and SLAMS the Brits' head to the hard floor repeatedly!! After several vicious blows, Kayla feels the steel bands of Jennie’s arms loosen from around her waist! The South African Amazon lifts slightly, balances onto one knee and drives the other into the groin of her dynamic combatant! Jennie's arm retracts from around her dark-haired rival!
Now freed, Kayla staggers to her feet, reeling from the pain to her midsection! Looking down at her foe, fury ablaze in her eyes, Kayla bends down, snatching up two fists of blonde hair, with great effort, elevates the Brit onto her feet! Thrusting her own body toward the bar, she forces Jennie backward until she SMACKS against the bar, itself!
Nearly exhausted, both grapplers pause for a breather! Kayla is the first to react, driving her forearm into the back of Jennie's head, pelting it against the bar's surface! Jennie now delirious and whimpering, tries desperately to regain her coherence.
Working diligently, Kayla lifts her foe's arms onto the bartop. Stepping behind Jennie she slumps down, wrapping her arms around her opponent’s thighs, her jaw pressed against the Brit's buns as she emits a boisterous grunt while endeavoring to lift her rival onto the bar!
Admiring fight fans, roar to life as they rave and encourage Kayla to maneuver the blonde battler into position atop the bar, knowing full well what is about to transpire!
After managing to heave the vixen onto the bar, Kayla then rolls her onto her back, Jennie’s arms falling off of both sides of the wooden structure, her chest now sagging down either side of her body. The dim lights in the bar dance off of the sweaty skin on Jennie’s body as she lays flat against the wet wood, breathing heavily while flat on her back. Kayla stands over her, joins her hands into a combined fist and then slams that huddled mass down into Jennie’s belly.
Lurching upright, Jennie’s face cringes in pain before she slumps back down, Kayla then rolling her over onto her stomach as Jennie flops over like a dead fish. Kayla then pauses to catch her breath and during this intermission, she notices a full pint of beer only inches away. Smiling to herself, she sinks her fingers into blonde hair and hammers Jennie's head down onto the bar several times to ensure that she will not budge.
Kayla tosses the pint down the length of the bar, coating the bartop with a thin
lather of beer! She then returns to her blonde antagonist, grips her hair firmly in both hands once more and commences to pull her down the entire length of the 40 foot bar! Like a locomotive embarking on it's virgin voyage, Kayla drags Jennie as fast as she can, spare glasses, cigar and cigarette butts, discarded lemons, and other odds and ends left atop the bar hurling in all directions as Kayla impels her opponent at a gradually increasing speed!
Kayla nearly reaches a full gallop as the Blonde's fair skin screeches against the wooden surface until she soars off the far end of the bar, colliding with the jukebox and crumpling to the floor, spread eagle onto her back!
A frenzy of barbarous applause grips the FFF venues, wild hoops, hollers, wolf whistles and animalistic howls sweep through the bar as well! Every seat is emptied as everyone viewing this merciless melee on the large screens become caught up in the intense action of the brawl!
The African Amazon attempts her sexiest saunter as she strolls over to Gary, this time wrapping one leg around him before giving him a kiss on the cheek. Brushing her hair back out of her face, she then grabs Garry by the hand and walks him over to where his fallen wife is laying. She then stands over the fallen Jennie, towering over her defeated virago. Resting her hands on her thighs trying to catch her breath, Kayla scrutinizes her fallen foe for signs of life.
Just as she sees Jennie writhe, she lowers to one knee beside her blonde combatant, reaching for her sweat soaked briefs before removing them in one fell swoop! She twirls them on her finger, turning to smile at Gary who stands and watches as his wife is stripped and humiliated before his eyes. Kayla then wads the wet panties into a ball, glides her right thigh over Jennie's nude body and sits herself onto the blonde's ample chest. Kayla reaches down, forces the Brit's mouth open, shoving her own panties inside! Scooting forward, Kayla settles her own sweat saturated womanhood onto the lower half of Jennie’s face in such a way that she can look into the eyes of the restrained virago.
Jennie’s eyes are open, but are far away, obviously in a state of shock at what Kayla has done to her. Kayla then wearily lifts her arms overhead in celebration just as the announcer steps forward:
"Ladies and Gentlemen, after a spectacular battle, tonight's undisputed winner is the South African Amazon.... Kayla!!!!"
Totally jaded, Kayla lifts off her unconscious rival, makes her way to the nearest stool on unsteady legs and spins to face the bar. Looking across at the barmaid....
"Gimme the best ya got Honey!"
Glancing back over her shoulder at Gary kneeling over his wife, as he removes the cloth from Jennie's mouth, Kayla can't help but smirk at her obvious victory!
THE END
This story was written based on a poll conducted in the Female Fight Fiction Yahoo Group. Kayla attracted 38 votes to 26 for Jennie and thus wins the first Bar Room Brawl Catfight!
