A fairly short story, written for, and about the user 'Sultry Yasmin', as per my previous stories (links in my profile) I welcome all feedback, opinions, thoughts, and comments. If the requester likes this scene I have set, then a follow up will appear. Thanks for reading.
Yasmin had been in her relationship with her man for a few years before he confessed his fetish was watching women's wrestling and catfighting and his fantasy was to see her partake in such an activity. Yasmin wasn't upset or angry or confused, she was curious! She had always had a competitive and sporting streak and she certainly looked after herself, she was fit and toned with a strong core, good upper body strength and muscular, yet trim legs. Pretty soon she found herself watching catfight videos online alone and joining fetish based websites to discuss her new found passion with other like minded people, but that wasn't enough, she wanted to try it for herself, she wanted the thrill and rush of slapping and hair pulling, pinning and grappling, ripping clothes and twisting things that should not be twisted, so far though, it had been nothing but fantasy. Where could she, a 28 year old petite woman find a suitable rival? Sure she and her partner could look online, but so far all they had found was fakes, liars, time wasters and picture hunters. They had since stuck to watching videos and fantasising. Until that is one afternoon when Yasmin was getting changed at a gym in her hotel on a vacation....
As Yasmin changed after showering she noticed a woman also getting changed, on her body was scratches and bruises that Yasmin recognised, they where similar to those often carried by the performers of the catfight videos she watched alone and with her boyfriend, the red marks around the ribs from slaps, a few scores on a boob from grabbing and twisting and bruises, many bruises, there was no doubt about it, this woman had seen some action, and recently too. Of course there could have any number of reasons for these injuries, but Yasmin suspected she knew the reason.
Yasmin stared at the woman as she got changed, she was bigger than Yasmin, who was only 5'2 and obviously heavier but Yasmin couldn't help but think about what it would be like to catfight, and she spoke up; “Hi, sorry to disturb you, but I couldn't help but notice....” But before she could continue the other lady interrupted; “before you ask, I'm not a battered wife.” “Oh, no, I thought they looked more like combat sports injuries, I just wanted to ask what you did?” Yasmin replied with, keeping her tone curious and friendly. The other girl, turned to look at her and said quietly, “Nothing fancy like MMA or anything, It's more like wrestling or catfighting, for fun with a few other like minded friends in my garage.” Yasmin smiled, impressed with the girls honesty, unsure what to do or say next, so she just blurted out with it; “I think I could take you”. The other girl laughed, “well, in this state, you probably could, but if your gonna be in town for a while and want to give me a week to heal up, then how about you give me your number and we'll set something up? Give you a try out then tough girl, how about that?”
Yasmin was so excited at this prospect, “sure!” She blurted out and started hunting in her handbag for her phone. As she gave her new friend her number she introduced herself, her name was Kirtsen, she was 26, lived local and had a 'home gym' set up in her garage for this exact thing, she also filled Yasmin in on a few rules, no men at the first try out, just the two of them and a referee. There would be no face attacks, nobody is out to kill anybody, it's just competition and the ref's word is final and you could wear whatever you felt comfortable in. If she liked the scene and did well she could invite her man next time and he could watch. Yasmin left the gym thrilled and excited and couldn't wait to tell her partner, of course he'd be gutted he'd miss the action, but the idea of a possible viewing later on would keep him happy.
Sure enough, week later, Yasmin got a phone call from a new number, “Well tough girl, you think you can still take me?” asked the threatening and confident voice. “Yea, I could”, Yasmin said, trying to sound tough herself, although she probably came across as nervous. “Good” replied Kirsten, “come on over this Saturday, 2pm, here's the address...”
When the time came Yasmin got a taxi to an address in the suburbs, it turned out to be a large well maintained home with a double garage. Nervously and with butterflies in her stomach she walked up the bath and rang the door bell, it was a little before two. A new girl answered the door, she was brunette, a little older, probably mid 30's around 5'4 in height and wore a black rock t shirt and jeans, she introduced herself as Laura, the referee and invited Yasmin in. Laura explained that she wouldn't see Kirsten until it was fight time and if she wanted to back out, she could. Briefly, thanks to the nerves Yasmin actually thought about it, but the desire and interest had been there too long, she had wanted this opportunity and finally it was here.
Laura showed Yasmin into a ground floor bedroom with en-suite and told her she could change and prepare herself here. Yasmin had a bag with her, with a few different outfits, unsure of what to wear, she asked Laura what she would recommend. “Well, last time I fought with Kirsten she wore a bikini and I wore leggings and a sports bra, I think you seen the state of Kirsten after that fight, so you can guess who won.” “What's Kirsten wearing today?” asked Yasmin, “You won't find out until go time” Laura replied smiling, “get changed and come through to the lounge when your ready” she continued before she left.
Yasmin sat on the bed and thought about what she'd brought, a bikini, a swimsuit, leggings, sports bra, crop top, jean shorts and vest, she figured she could brawl easily in any of those, or if she felt like it, even the top and jeans she'd arrived in. In the end, she went for the swimsuit, a figure hugging black number, as she admired herself in the mirror she thought about how good she looked and how well the suit matched her long thick dark hair. Barefooted she left the bedroom and entered the lounge, Laura was waiting, “Good choice” she said, “now please follow me”.
Laura led Yasmin through the house to the garage, it wasn't like a normal garage, there was sofa's at one end, obviously for the husbands Yasmin thought, and in the space for the two cars was instead mats. Kirsten stood on the mats, arms folded, her blond hair tied back, she also wore a swim suit, a light blue suit which showed off her tanned and muscular body. Yasmin stomach was in knots, she was sweating already and had never felt so self-conscious. Kirtsen welcomed her and walked over to her, shook her hands and even embraced her! That put Yasmin at ease a little. Laura stood opposite them and ran through the rules; “no facial attacks, no punching, tap out to quit or just say quit, the fight ends when you want it too and don't break anything! No trips to the emergency room!” She looked at Yasmin and asked her “You still cool with this, you sure you want to do this?” Yasmin looked at Laura, then at Kirsten and said “Fuck yea”.
“Alright then! Step back to the edges of the mats then ladies, fight begins when I say it does and ends when one of you says it does, unless I end it of course”. “So, on my mark... 3, 2, 1... FIGHT!”
Yasmin stood stock still! The thought of “shit, what am I about to do ran through her brain, she was quickly brought back to life when she realised that Kirsten was cautiously advancing towards her, arms out stretched and body crouched, ready to spring, Yasmin thought back to the videos she watched, what would normally happen here? She instinctively moved around to the left, keeping out of Kirsten's range, but Kirsten came on anyway, slowly and then fast as lightening she thrust out a slap aimed nowhere in particular, Yasmin blocked and countered with her own, which missed as Kirsten sprang back giggling. Kirsten came on again and the two girls threw slaps in tandem, harmless and light as each kept their distance, then Kirsten powered through and got in close, she reached her right arm around Yasmin's back and grabbed a good handful of Yasmin's long black hair and yanked hard, and it was at that point that Yasmin remembered, she had forgotten to tie her hair up. 'Shit' she thought as she felt her head snapping back and automatically her hands went up to grab Kirstens arm that was entwined in her hair and just as that happened Kirtsen, with her other hand grabbed behind Yasmins knee and threw her off balance, the two crashed to the floor as Yasmin lost her footing and Kirsten came down on top of her, both stunning and winding her slightly. Before Yasmin knew it, she was flat on her back with Kirsten sitting on her stomach and straddling her, trying to grab her wrists. Yasmin fought back, twisting her hips and bucking for all she was worth while her arms flew recklessly trying to avoid Kirsten's grab, Yasmin threw herself about with such energy and momentum that she managed to unbalance the heavier Kirsten and the two rolled across the mat, now Yasmin was on top as she threw slaps and awkward punches into Kirstens body. Kirsten then realised too late that although she was on top, she was still stuck between Kirstens powerful hockey player legs, Kirsten locked her ankles around Yasmins thin body and squeezed, Yasmin's slaps and punches slowed and lost power as the energy and life was squeezed out of her, she gritted teeth and moaned, and tried to twist her body to separate Kirstens legs, but it was no use, she had her stuck fast, Yasmin tried desperately to reach around and pry her legs apart, but it was no good. Kirsten was lying back, looking quite comfortable and in control. Smiling, she squeezed some more. Yasmin changed tactic, she tried to stand and using her strong core muscles was able to get to her feet. Although bent over she had managed to get Kirstens ass of the ground and she lay back on her shoulders, groaning and straining with all her might, Yasmin managed to lift Kirtsen off the ground, it wasn't much, but it was enough, Yasmin threw herself down on top of Kirsten and as the two hit the mat the impact broke the hold Kirsten had over Yasmin. With her mid section aching and ribs hurting Yasmin swiftly crawled backwards, away from Kirsten as she sucked in huge lung fulls of air.
Kirsten came on again springing towards her opponent who had just managed to get to her knees. Both ladies now on their knees grabbed at each others wrists, adrenaline surged through Yasmin as she fought to try and get a superior hold over Kirsten. Yasmin caught hold of her rivals wrists and tried to push her backwards, but the more experienced Kirsten shifted her weight to one side and Yasmin fell forward losing her grip on Kirsten as she went. Yasmin found herself face down on the mat but before she could do anything she felt the weight of Kirsten crashing on top of her. Yasmin tried to spin round to face her opponent, but it was no use, she was too heavy and she was held fast as Kirsten sat on the small of the back. With her left hand Kirsten grabbed a handful of tangled thick black hair and pulled hard, Yasmin screamed as her head was yanked back, she kicked her legs in protest, attempting to kick Kirsten in the back as she sat up pulling Yasmins hair, but it was no good. The burning pain in her scalp was awful and tears formed in her eyes, but Yasmin did not yield. There was a momentary release and Yasmin feel face first into the mat only to feel Kirsten grab her under the chin. At the moment an alarm bell of pain went off in Yasmins back as Kirsten pulled her head up by the chin a sloppy camel clutch move, Yasmin gritted her teeth in pain, her hands useless out in front of her as Kirtsen held her chin up with one hand and reached under Yasmin with her other, Yasmin felt a hand probing at her suit, grabbing at her boob and feeling for a hard nipple, Kirsten grabbed and twisted Yasmins tit and it was too much for her, she slammed the mat with her free hand as tears of pain rolled down her cheeks. Laura screamed “We have a quitter!” and Kirsten released her grip and rolled off her defeated opponent. Kirsten lay on the mat breathing heavily while Yasmin still lay face down on the mats, she rolled onto her back, nursing her attacked tit, Laura stood over her looking concerned; “you ok?” Yasmin smiled a little and gave a thumbs up, with a sweaty hand Kirsten reached over “You did better than me on my first go”, “thanks” replied Yasmin “I think I need a bit more practice, maybe I can come back in six months...”
