Chapter 20: The Soccermom vs The Devil Dog
I'm getting undressed in the locker room at my local gym, 'cat' pin proudly displayed atop of my gym bag. There's only one other woman in room, a fit looking brunette with multiple tattoos. She walks by me on her way to get something. She stops when she looks down at the pin on my bag. "Oh....I see....why not?" She says.
I stand up "sure...rules?"
"Till one of us quits" she says, smiling.
"Alright..." I reply as I pull my hair into a ponytail.
As I had almost finished getting dressed for my workout, I'm in yoga pants and a sports bra. The brunette is dressed the same. We move into an open part of the locker room. "You ready?" I ask.
"Let's dance, sweetie" she replies.
Without wasting any time, we clash, our chests smashing against one another's as we engage in a mutual bear hug. We are grunting and groaning, trying to overpower each other. I know I'm bigger but so far, it's proving to be a stalemate. Just then I hear a group of women talking as they are about to enter the locker room. This mystery woman and I simultaneously push away from each other just as the door swings open.
In the awkward break we try to stare each other down. She is the first to speak. "So....how are we going to settle this?...you do want to settle this don't you?"
"You bet your ass I do... well..we might as well get paid. I know a place just outside of town...it's got a cage and I know the owner....how about we meet there at 9 o'clock tonight?" I say referencing Billy's bar. As much as I think he's a slimy douchebag, he has agreed to let me set my own fights up at his bar and- after Jake and him settled our little dispute, he pays everything but the winnings up front.
"I'm game. Just give me the address...oh and the name's Anna, by the way." She answers.
"I'm Kelli, it's a pleasure" I respond as we shake hands. Both of us squeezing the other's hand in another attempt to intimidate the other woman and gauge her strength.
We both eye one another warily as we get dressed and leave the gym. My first call is to Jake to tell him that we have plans tonight. The next call is to Billy, who is surprisingly happy to hear about the fight. He tells me it's a "Military Night" event tonight, so he could use a nice main event. So we'll get $500 apiece just for stepping into the cage and another $300 for winning.
Later that night, Jake and I get to Billy's bar and Ginger greets us, with a nasty look, I might add. She escorts us through the sea of rowdy soldiers, sailors, airmen, and marines that are in attendance. I recognize both of the fighters going at it in the cage right now. I guess Meaghan is now fighting in sanctioned matches now and her opponent is a slimmed down and toned Keisha. The two women look like they are ripping each other apart to the raucous delight of the crowd. I wish I was able to stick around to see who wins, but I have much more important business tonight.
We continue towards the dressing room and Ginger says with a smirk "As much as I hate that's not against me, you're in the main event tonight...but at least I get to put a lot of money on the other girl to kick your ass". She opens the door to the room "here you go...." she runs her hand down Jake's body to his crotch "One of these days Kelli, you and I are going have it out in the cage....maybe you'll be woman enough to put this big man on the line" she says as she turns away, her middle finger extended for me as she walks away.
Sooner or later, I'm really going to have to kick that bitch's ass, I think to myself. "Don't worry about her, you have bigger fish to fry" Jake says trying to make sure my focus is where it belongs tonight.
I nod in agreement, my attention has to be 100% on Anna. From our brief interaction at the gym, I know she is strong and aggressive. I suspect we will take one another to our limits tonight. We close the door to the dressing room and I begin to change and relax.
We hear a knock on the door. "You're up, time to get your ass stomped, bitch!" Ginger taunts from the other side of the door. I'm really starting to hate that bitch, but I just use it as more motivation. I fight better with a chip on my shoulder anyway.
I'm the first to make my way to the cage. I wave and smile to the crowd, even as I feel the nerves in my stomach fluttering like butterflies. I'm sporting a blue bikini with my blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. I step into the metal contraption and await my opponent.
I hear the crowd erupt again as Anna starts towards the cage. She is wearing a red bikini trimmed with gold. I see the Eagle, Globe and Anchor emblazoned on one cup of her top and the letters 'USMC' on the other....I've just been upstaged. Her medium length brown hair is pulled back and she looks like she means business as she bounces her way to the cage.
The metal door of the cage is slammed shut behind her and latched, by Billy. He begins the introductions "Introducing first, a veteran of the cage and other matches...she stands 5' 5 1/2" tall and weighs in at a fit 135 pounds, she's 37 years old....fighting in the blue bikini....the Fyrecracka....Kelli!" He turns towards my opponent "And her opponent...she's a Marine and a well known fighter in many circles...she is 5' 5" tall and is a lean 120 pounds of whoop ass. She's a 41 year old wildcat making her debut here....Anna"
The service members in the crowd start ribbing each other and support for each of us breaks down along service branches. The Army and Air Force guys pulling for me, while the Navy and Marine Corp folks supporting Anna.
Billy continues once the crowd noise dies down a bit. "These two women are going to tear each other apart for your entertainment tonight until one of them gives up. There are no rules other than honoring your opponent's surrender...do you ladies understand?" We both nod affirmatively while trying to stare a hole through the other woman, as we size one another up. I'm blonde, she's brunette, I'm barely taller and 15 pounds heavier- I'm not sure how as her muscles look to be just as big as mine and her chest dwarfs mine. I'm not fat by any stretch of the imagination but she is so ripped that she makes me look soft. Finally, one of the most notable differences is that she has lots of tattoos and I'm completely ink free.
Billy sounds the bell. We both begin to circle, crouched and ready to spring into action. Knowing I'm bigger, I take a chance and offer up my hand in an invitation to a test of strength. The brunette smirks and cautiously moves in to accept.
Our fingers interlace first with one hand then the other. Then both of us explode into action. Grunts and groans fill the bar as we struggle against each other, trying to out muscle the our rival. Our hands stretch up and then out, neither of us gaining any advantage. We truly are equals. Not wanting to give the other woman satisfaction, we persist, knowing that one of us will break- one of us has to.
I feel the beads of sweat forming on my brow. As we press into each other, our heads are nearly on each other's shoulders and our chests are pressed together. I'm impressed that the older woman's bigger breasts are still so firm, but mine are pushing back admirably even though they are outsized. I can hear Anna's grunts of exertion in my ears and feel her hot, wet breath on my shoulder as this battle of wills and strength continues on. "You can't keep this up forever, little woman... I'm too big and too strong for you" I growl at her.
Anna pushes back a bit, I think I'm getting under her skin. "We'll just see about that" she says with a strained venom while looking into my eyes. Just then, she spits into my face. I flinch and she takes advantage. She releases my hands and grabs me around the waist, driving me, full force, into one of the posts holding the fencing. I let out a loud moan as my spine crashes into the unforgiving steel post. The marine keeps up the attack, punishing my belly and ribs with body punches.
I know I'm in trouble and try to fight back. First, I try see if I can use a knee to strike her crotch but she has my legs virtually pinned with hers. Next I grab a hand full of her brown hair and try to push her off of me. With that creating a bit of space, I'm able to get my other hand under her chin, clawing at her face and pushing her head back violently. Any semblance of a purely competitive match is gone, this is a street fight.
No sooner than I created some space by grasping Anna's chin, I feel her knee land flush with my crotch. I drop like a rock to the mat, howling in pain and trying to rub the pain from my aching womanhood.
Looking up at Anna I can see her checking her face for damage from my fingernails. She sees me writhing on the ground and returns her focus to me. "Awwww....did I hurt your little kitty?" She says feigning innocence and playing to the crowd.
Before I am able to come close to recovering, the brutal brunette is on me. A quick stomp to the belly reminds me Anna's not done. I try to scramble away and get to my feet. A loud 'thwack!' echoes throughout the bar as she spanks my ass. The crowd responds to her taunt of me and it pisses me off. Quickly, I fire off a mule kick towards her.
Like a cat, Anna sidesteps the move and it only grazes her hip. "Well, well...you're not done yet are you Kelli?...Good" she says before driving a knee into my ribs and knocking me on to my back. She circles me as I lay moaning.
My mind races to come up with a counter or a strategy to turn this around before I'm completely humiliated by the woman administering this one sided beating.
I'm unable to come up with anything before I'm ripped to my feet by Anna. I swing feebly at the brunette, but she casually ducks it. Anna, then grabs my jaw and drives me to the fence, pinning me against it as I try to pry her fingers from it. "You look over dressed, Kelli....lemme help you with that" she announces to the crowd before using her free hand to rip my top off.
I pitifully try to resist Anna, as she starts slapping and nipple twisting my exposed chest. I don't feel tired yet, but the more experienced fighter has me in a haze of pain, rage and confusion as she thoroughly dominates me. I still believe I can make a comeback if I could only find an opening.
Next, the tattooed woman spins me around and slams me into the cage chest first. The crowd explodes at the sight of each of my nipples sticking the the open squares in the chain link. Anna begins to work over my ribs with punches.
With the loud thuds of fists smacking my torso echoing throughout the bar, I do the only thing I can think to do- I push off the the cage and throw a back elbow. It connects flush with Anna's face. She recoils a bit, giving me a chance to throw another one that she ducks. Even though I missed with the elbow, I'm able to spin around, grabbing her top and ripping it off with my free hand as I stop.
Face to face again, both of us now covered with a sheen of sweat, we instantly go after one another's breasts again. My claws sink into Anna's huge tits, getting get her to scream. The only problem is that she has already done a lot of damage to mine first. Knowing I can t win this war of attrition, I let her big beautiful boobs go and start swinging.
The marine retaliates in kind and we begin to exchange punches. I know I'm holding my own, until a hard hook to the body followed by a brutal uppercut from the smaller woman sends me bouncing off the cage and then onto my belly on the canvas.
The uppercut leaves me barely conscious, I'm only aware of the knowledge that I'm in a fight and I'm on the ground. I try to fight through the fog, but before I can I am rolled into my back. I see Anna over me as she drops onto my chest, pinning my arms beneath her shins in a schoolgirl pin. Angry and feeling humiliated by my showing in this fight I snarl in rage "Get off of me, you tramp!"
A look of calm and almost amusement is on Anna's face as she looks down, between her legs where my face is held in place. She slowly reaches down grabbing ahold of my hair. I feel her nails dig into my scalp, tilting my head back. Next she slides her crotch against my upturned chin. I let out a groan from the discomfort. "Kelli....I don't think you are in a position to make demands...but I am... you have a decision to make.... you can give up now and save yourself.... and see what a winner 'tastes' like.." she says with a little wink as she pushes my chin a little harder with her womanhood. "-or you can endure more pain and humiliation until I break you in front of all of these people...pick your poison, hun".
I squirm for a few minutes, but my efforts are futile. With a big sigh, I stop struggling. A big smile washes over Anna as she prepares to accept my surrender and I ready myself to give it. Just then I get an idea. I see her toned legs next to my face. I open mouth and instead of giving up, my teeth latch in to her inner thigh.
Anna screams in pain, jumping off of me and across the cage. The violent bite has Anna completely surprised and confused. I try to make it too my feet as she inspects herself for damage. About the time she realizes that I didn't draw blood, she sees me slowly stalking towards her.
I'll never forget the look in Anna's eyes, it said 'I'm about to fuck your world up beyond all recognition' more than any words could. She recklessly hurls herself towards me. I managed to get one of my feet tucked in between us as she collides with me in the center of the cage. As I fall backwards, I kick it out sending Anna flying through the air and into the cage. She crashes into the fencing hard and bounces onto the mat.
The crowd starts chanting for their favorite to be the first to move. I'm laying flat on my back trying to recover and Anna is stunned, writhing on the canvas. The intensity of the chants build as we both start crawling towards each other. We meet while we are both on our knees.
I know I'm the one who has taken the most damage, but Anna is still barely coherent and fighting on instinct. We lock up first grabbing each other's hair, then sliding into mutual bear hug. Much like in the gym locker room, it's another stalemate. Each of us trying to grind down the other and show that we are the stronger woman.
As I start to feel her begin to add her claws back into the bear hug, I realize that Anna must be getting her wits back...and also realize that I'm only hanging with her because she hasn't regained focus yet. I know that I must strike now to get an advantage if I'm going to try win this.
So again, out of desperation, I dig deep into my bag of tricks. This time I go with a surprise head butt. My forehead hits the smaller woman just above the eye. It has the desired effect and disoriented the already fairly dazed Anna. She lets go of the bear hug and starts protecting herself, giving me the chance I've been looking for all night.
I manage to make it to my feet while Anna is still on her knees trying to shake the cobwebs. I get into her hair yanking her about to keep the tattooed woman off balance while finally starting to mount an offense. I start a furious flurry of punches and knees. Not the most surgical striking to be sure, but at this stage in the fight, I've been reduced to fighting on pure will and grit. I just hope I do enough damage to get a chance to finish her.
Again the buzz from the crowd builds as they see me starting to work over Anna. She's doing her best to block my flurry but she is taking a a lot of clean hits and she is still limited to fighting from her knees. Just when I think I've got her, Anna lands a clean punch that almost doubles me over. She manages to get ahold of my hair...shit, this woman won't give up.
Locked in another hair pulling and punching contest with Anna, I go back to my dirty tricks. Her legs are spread maintaining her balance against all of my hair yanking, so I let loose with a kick striking her kitty. The crowd lets out a collective groan as the impact can be heard throughout the bar.
This time she is the one howling in pain. She writhes on the ground in pain and for the first time tonight, I'm in control. I land another kick to her back with a loud 'crack'. I have to admit it feels pretty good to see Anna arching her back in pain after the hell shes put me through tonight.
I slam the tattooed brunette on to her back. Then hop on top of her toned stomach. This time, it's Anna that is only offering a token defense as I begin a ruthless assault on her chest. She squirms and bucks trying throw me off, but I'm firmly in control now.
After driving my hips into her stomach a few times, I think it's time to finish this. Somehow, Anna must realize this as well, because she begins to fight wildly, sensing me going for the win. For a brief moment we begin rolling in a catball, before I regain control.
Finally, I'm able to fully mount the smaller woman again. I slam her hands down forcefully to the mat pinning them by her wrists. For the first time I see Anna's tough exterior starting to crack. She's tired and pinned. It's time for me to put the marine away.
Our combined perspiration makes it easy for me slide into position to lock in a grapevine hold. The older woman moans as my legs flex and stretch hers. She is doing her best to fight me and keep me from sinking the hold all the way in, but I can feel by her increasingly shallow breaths that she is fading.
After what feels like an eternity, Anna breaks. She moans in pain as my body begins to completely overtake hers. Her legs have given out and mine control them. My hips now sink into her belly, making every one of her breaths laborious. I can feel our bare chests press together, the soft flesh trying to merge together. Her nipples, still hard, are the only thing putting up a fight as they are still pressing mine back.
I stare in to her fiery brown eyes. "You're beat, bitch....give up....before I really ..... hurt you!" I snarl.
"Fuck you! ....I'll never...give up...to you, whore!" She growls back between groans.
I flex my entire body even more, applying every ounce of pressure that I can and earning more satisfying groans from my suffering opponent. "Say it!....surrender to me Anne" I scream at her only mere millimeters from her face.
Anna just glares defiantly back at me, but behind her rage I can see that she is hurting. Just then, she slips her hands free. I still have her legs in the grapevine, but her powerful arms wrap around my body. The brunette tears at the skin on my back. I yelp in pain and we settle into a grapevine versus clawing match for a few moments.
Try as I may, Anna frees herself and we become entangled in slow grinding catball. Our legs intertwine and our hands pulling and yanking one another's hair, only releasing to scratch or throw punches to the other woman's body. We roll all over the cage banging into the chainlink and steel posts, as the din of the crowd builds. The cheers of "kick her ass,devil dog" and "you got this Anna" from the sailors and marines are combated by the "keep fighting, Kelli" and "beat her ass, blondie" from the soldiers and airmen.
With the background becoming a blur as we roll wildly all over the mat and the buzz of the crowd becoming increasingly loud, it's like fighting in center of a funnel cloud. The noise finally reaches a fever pitch, even drowning out the desperate grunts and groans from Anna and I. Both of us are spent and it shows. During the furious catball, both of us simultaneously push back from each other. Free from one another's grasp, we both struggle to our feet.
Our bodies are absolutely drenched with sweat. Anna's red bikini bottoms are now a dark crimson and my blue ones look almost black. As I look at my nemesis, I can see that at least one of her eyes is swollen and will most likely be a shade of purple tomorrow, as will at least one of mine. Both of us are sporting hair that lays limp like we just came out of the shower. We are each covered are with red tracks and scratches compliments of the other woman's claws. My lungs are almost burning with every breath and Anna's chest is heaving raggedly as well. My dark eyes bore into hers as I say "let's finish this".
Her brown eyes glare back. She raises her hands into a boxing posture. Motioning me forward with one hand she growls "Bring it!"
One last time, we charge each other. We flail wildly, like two drunk bitches in a bar fight. Grabbing hair and punching with a free hand becomes the most effective technique we have left, as it gives us some support to keep us from falling over. One of Anna's punches catches me as I inhale. My knees buckle. She seizes the opportunity and lands a few follow up shots. I drop to my knees on the mat. My grip on the fencing of cage is all that keeps my from going all the way to the ground. I've lost track of the fit brunette, as all of my focus is on trying to get back to my feet.
My right arm clings to the fence, trying desperately to pull myself up as Anna stalks me. She lets out a growl as she grabs my sweat soaked hair. More pain to my already burning scalp causes me to whimper as the tattooed woman flings me onto my belly in the center of the cage.
I feel the older woman's feet alongside my hips as she straddles me. My mind prepares my body to receive more pain at the hands of the marine, but I've taken everything she has dished out so far. Anna drops her entire body weight onto my lower back, eliciting a loud "oh God!" from me.
"God can't save you from the hell I'm about to show you, Kelli" Anna snaps with a renewed confidence. I feel her grab each of my arms. I try to resist but she has them hooked on top of her thighs. I let out a loud groan as I struggle against the impending camel clutch. Anna isn't satisfied with a regular camel clutch. No, she doesn't hook my chin. She reaches down and sinks her talons into my already aching tits. The pain is instantly one of the most excruciating things I've felt in a fight as she locks in, what I can only describe as a 'breast clutch'- a sadistic variation of a camel clutch.
"No!....no! ....no!" I scream as my hands flail helplessly wishing they could try to pry Anna's claws from my chest while my legs kick the mat in futility from the pain. I'm nearing a panic as I try to find an escape from my predicament, but there is no way out. The crowd is in a frenzy as they sense the end is near.
"Say it, Kelli!....fucking quit, bitch!...you're done" Anna commands. I know she's won, I just can't bring myself to admit it. Through the tears that have welled up in my eyes I can see Jake.
I can see the concern in his face. He gives me a little nod, like he's telling me it ok if I give up. "Ok...ok...I give up....please stop!...you win, Anna!" I cry out.
The brunette releases the painful hold and I collapse in a heap, massaging my bare chest. I can hear the bell ring and the loud yells of "Hoorah!" from the Marines in the crowd.
I lay panting on the floor of the cage until I feel the nails of my conqueror dig into my should and roll me onto my back. Despite the victory, Anna still appears exhausted as well. She hasn't even made it to her feet yet and is still on her knees. She does, however, exude an air of dominance as she plants her hand on my aching, bare chest with authority while flexing the bicep of her other arm in a makeshift victory pose.
After the pose, our battle is now completely finished. Anna slumps into a seated position with her arms resting on her knees, while I lay motionless at her feet still trying to recover. With no more matches on the card for the night, there is no urgency for us to leave and we stay in this position for several minutes. Anna is the first to use the fencing and make it to her feet.
She stands over me, there's no doubt from anyone in the bar about who the victor is, but everyone knows that it was a hell of a fight. We lock eyes again, I see a respect in Anna's eyes and I know she sees the same in mine. The marine reaches down and offers me her hand. She helps me to my feet and I raise her hand. The crowd seems pleased with our mutual show of respect giving us a loud round of applause as we help each other from the cage.
As Anna helps me to the waiting arms of my husband, she smiles and says "Not bad, Kelli...you definitely tested me"
I manage a weak smile back "I won't go so easy on you next time, Anna.."
The tattooed brunette's eyebrow raises at the comment "We'll see, doll.....next time.."
About this time, a buffed, young Marine pulls off his shirt and tosses it to Anna. She puts it on and is hoisted onto the shoulders of a group of her cheering admirers for the first of several victory laps around the bar.
Jake helps me back to my dressing room. The soreness starting to set in as I make my 'loser's walk'. Even though I have no animosity towards Anna, I do hate losing. Hopefully, it won't be long before we lock talons again and I get a shot at redemption.
