[Karan]

Jacqueline's smile was pure venom. Bringing her hands up in fists, she started circling the brunette, looking for an opening. "Big words cxnt! Why don't you shut your fucking mouth and try to DO something about it?"
Katrina raised her own fists and began to circle. "No more talking then; one way or another, this ends tonight!"

When the first blows came, they came in a flurry. Drawing within striking distance, both Jacqueline and the brunette unleashed their fists, aiming to smash anything delicate or pretty on their rival's face. Jacqueline connected first with a hard right to Katrina's cheek that snapped the brunettes head back. Keeping up the pressure, she fired a second right, then a left; each impacting solidly on Katrina's face. She changed tactics and flashed an uppercut at Katrina's chin, meaning to take the brunette off her feet, but Katrina nimbly side-stepped and Jacqueline stumbled forward awkwardly off balance as her fist connected with naught but empty air.
For a brief moment Jacqueline was exposed and Katrina nailed a looping haymaker to her jaw that staggered Jacqueline back a few steps. Before she got her hands up, Katrina darted forward and landed her own left-right combination; the brunette taking sick pleasure feeling Jacqueline's lips mashed by her cold knuckles. The power of the punches dropped Jacqueline back a few more steps and Katrina moved apace, never letting Jacqueline out of range. A third hard jab to the chin finally drove Jacqueline to one knee, hissing in pain and trying to get her bearings.
Remembering how Jacqueline had begun the match, Katrina reached down and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling her rival's head up so that she was forced to look up into the brunette's eyes. Speaking imperiously, Katrina said, "This is right where you belong; on your knees in the dirt like the whore you are!"
Jacqueline started to respond, but Katrina brought her hand up, then sent it whistling down. CRACK! The slap cracked like a pistol shot in the autumn stillness. Jacqueline fell back from the blow, but Katrina maintained her handful of Jacqueline's hair, pulling her back to her knees so she could unleash another slap. But as her hand went up a second time, Jacqueline buried a fist in her gut. The air exploded from her lungs as Katrina doubled over fighting for breath. She was unaware of Jacqueline as she got to her feet but became fully aware when the furious Jacqueline grabbed two handfuls of her dark hair and yanked! Before Katrina could get her hands up to fight the claws in her hair, Jacqueline pistoned her knee up into her forehead. Katrina grunted with the impact and before her knee was all the way down, Jacqueline was already bringing it back up again, driving the bony kneecap full force into Katrina’s head. Each blow set off an explosion of light behind the brunette's eyes but she was powerless to stop her foe from assaulting her; the hits were coming too fast.
Finally there was a slight pause between impacts and Katrina redoubled her efforts to escape, but that's when Jacqueline fired a final knee up, this one catching Katrina flush in the mouth! Jacqueline released her grip and the brunette toppled over gracelessly on her back in the grass, her chest heaving and her lips busted open by the force of Jacqueline's attack. She’d just begun to clear the fog from her brain when she felt a weight pressing down hard between her beasts. Her eyes gradually focusing she looked up, Katrina saw that Jacqueline had a foot on her chest and was looking down at her with a look of seething anger.
Returning a barb from earlier, Jacqueline spat, “And THIS is where YOU belong….flat on your back, spread-eagled and moaning….you fucking BITCH!"
Furious at the slight, Katrina forced Jacqueline's foot off her and pushed her way to a sitting position . She’d just started pushing her way to a vertical base when Jacqueline grabbed a handful of hair with one hand and began slapping her hard across the face with the other. Katrina's head was snapped violently from side to side by the volley of blows, the pain of each slap increased tenfold by the oppressive cold of twilight. After several slaps, Jacqueline switched to short, sharp, rabbit punches targeting every surface her fist could reach. Between each second or third punch, she'd leave her fist pressed on Katrina's face and grind it on her nose or cheek, relishing Katrina's pained moans. While Katrina knelt moaning, Jacqueline decided she needed to see her nemesis' terror-filed eyes before she finished her off, so with a little grunt, she hauled Katrina up by her midnight locks and stood face to face with her wobbly rival.
Drawing an errant strand of hair from Katrina's face, Jacqueline leaned in and whispered, "I think you're already close to being finished Katrina. But if you think that when you're finished, I'LL be finished, well you're sorely mistaken.”
The brunette's only reply was a weak moan through busted lips. Jacqueline smiled as she drew back her right fist to cave Katrina's face in right then and there. The punch had just begun its voyage when Katrina lunged forward and spit in Jacqueline's eyes! Jacqueline shrieked and staggered back in a rage that Katrina had the temerity to spit on her! Unfortunately, Jacqueline was so consumed with clearing her vision she didn't see Katrina draw back her own fist. It wasn’t until it was buried deep in her belly that she realized what was going on. The punch doubled her over and Jacqueline could do nothing but wheeze, fume in indignation and fight the urge to vomit as Katrina went back on the offense! With Jacqueline stunned, Katrina snatched a handful of Jacqueline hair and jerked side to side, tugging Jacqueline to keep her off balance - and drawing pained yelps in the process!
Unable to resist any opportunity to taunt her, Katrina said, "So you want to try and smash my face Jacqueline? Well it wouldn't be right if I didn't return the favor now would it?"
With a feral snarl she brought her knee up as hard as she could smashing it hard into Jacqueline's chin. Jacqueline's teeth clacked together and she bit her tongue as the power of the knee lift forced her to a standing position. She’d been standing straight for only a microsecond when Katrina lowered her shoulder and sprinted forward, impaling Jacqueline's barely protected midriff with a vicious spear. Air once again whooshed from Jacqueline's lungs as the spear briefly bent her into a C shape. She’d the most bizarre sensation of flying for the briefest of moments before she slammed hard into the ground, head shoulders and back taking all the impact. As she struggled for breath, she realized a heavy weight was resting on her chest. Eyes clearing she looked up to see Katrina straddling her, the brunette's jean clad ass pressing down heavily on Jacqueline's rising chest. Jacqueline's face twisted into a grimace of hate as she bucked wildly, trying to unseat the brunette. But Katrina was tenacious and she held her position well, even scooting up further so that the fork of her crotch was mere inches from the struggling Jacqueline's chin.
Winded form having all of Katrina's weight on her lungs, Jacqueline snarled, "GET...OFF...ME!"
Katrina responded to the order by bouncing up and down on Jacqueline's chest, her ass mashing Jacqueline's tits painfully. After repeating that maneuver a few times Katrina grabbed a handful of Jacqueline's hair and pulled back hard, ramming the back of Jacqueline's head into the dirt and forcing her to look up at her tormentor. Bringing up her other hand, Katrina laid it palm down right near Jacqueline's hairline.
Fixing her captive with a poisonous glare, Katrina said rather conversationally, "I'll let you go after two things have happened. The first is you submit and admit I'm your better; that shouldn't take too much longer. The second thing that has to happen is still a LONG way off. You know what it is Jacqueline?"
Not impressed by her arch nemesis's taunts Jacqueline spat, "Piss off Katrina."
"As always, you're like soooooo wrong!" the brunette sneered. "The second thing that has to happen is simply this: I have to get tired of hurting you. And if there's one thing this whole experience has taught me, it's that I NEVER get tired of hurting you."
Jacqueline was about to voice a reply when Katrina went to work doing what she loved. Curling her fingers, she pressed down as hard as she could and pulled her claw down Jacqueline's pale face leaving painful looking red welts in their wake. Jacqueline gritted her teeth against the pain, not wanting to let Katrina know how much the clawing hurt, but when the brunette reached the base of her neck only to go back up to her hairline and start the process over again, she gave voice to a helpless, pained scream. Katrina took the scream as motivation and only pressed down harder, intent on carving up her rival's face. She’d just finished up the fourth agonizing pass on Jacqueline's features when Jacqueline bucked her hips hard and managed to dislodge the brunette. Katrina uttered a surprised little cry and fell into the dirt beside her foe.
As she scrambled for purchase, Jacqueline sprang to life and rolled over on top of her. Jacqueline and the brunette struggled against each other for a short time rolling over and over in the grass and dirt of the isolated field. One would gain the top position momentarily and then would lose it as the other would buck them off and the cycle would repeat itself. After about a minute of this, Jacqueline was finally able to pin Katrina's wrists to the ground and slide up the brunette's struggling frame, bringing her jeans encased rear roughly to bear against Katrina's chest.
Savoring the reversal of position, Jacqueline fixed Katrina with a withering glare, "You thought I was almost DONE? girl I haven't even begun yet. I'll fight you until there's nothing left and then I'll fight you some more. And just so we're clear I want you to understand one thing: YOU ARE NOT GOING TO WIN THIS FIGHT. I don't care what I have to do, but you're not walking away from this field. You're getting hauled out of here in the back of my car, blood, spit, snot, piss and tears pouring out of you in equal amounts. And when you're at the hospital and they ask you what happened, I hope you're awake just long enough to whisper my name before you pass out!"She finished with a rough bounce on Katrina's chest.
Looking up at the sneering Jacqueline, Katrina said, “Sounds to me like nothing but hot air from a used up blow hard bitch. But feel free to keep talking, it's keeping me warm."
Katrina was about to speak again when Jacqueline smashed a fist into her upturned face. The impact of the shot pushed her head back into the ground and she could do nothing to protect herself from the rain of fists Jacqueline began pouring down. No feature on the brunette's face was safe and soon she was sporting several unpleasant looking welts that would blossom into ugly bruises even before the fight was over. As Katrina moaned beneath her, Jacqueline maneuvered her hands around both sides of the brunette's head and secured a tight grip. Pulling Katrina's head up gently, Jacqueline held it for just a moment before slamming it down full force into the ground. The distance wasn't that far, but anyone who's had it happen will tell you that hitting your head on the hard cold ground isn’t fun and it it was definitely NOT fun for the brunette because Jacqueline wasn't nearly satisfied with one slam. She picked up Katrina's head and slammed it back down over and over; seemingly intent on smashing her rival's skull open on the cold, hard soil of the field.
After an especially hard bounce of her head, Katrina's mind cleared monetarily and she realized the dire situation she was in. If she couldn't get free of this hold in the next few seconds, Jacqueline would simply beat her unconscious and then the fight would be hers. Using that thought as motivation, she whipped her hands up and buried them in Jacqueline's Jacqueline mane while simultaneously bucking hard to one side. The surprise movement from the brunette threw Jacqueline off her game and it allowed Katrina all the opportunity she needed to get free. Both ladies were on their knees facing each other and without a single word, threw themselves forward, coming together in a silently raging heap of claws, teeth and limbs. Like before, they rolled and grappled for dominance, each looking for the position that would spell the end for their rival. And like before, Jacqueline ended up getting the better of Katrina, much to the brunette's chagrin. Jacqueline had positioned herself on her side, laying right behind Katrina who was also on her side. As Katrina flailed wildly, Jacqueline penetrated her defense and looped an arm around Katrina's throat, cinching her hold tight as she rolled over onto her back and pulled Katrina over on top of her.
Before the brunette could muster a counter, Jacqueline snaked her legs around her foe's trim waist and locked her ankles. Both holds in place, she squeezed Katrina's throat with the choke and her waist with the scissors. Katrina gasped for air and struggled against the dual holds, but Jacqueline's grip was steadfast and the brunette was limited to a helpless flailing of her arms and legs. As she constricted her grip on Katrina's waist and throat, Jacqueline leaned in to taunt her victim. "Come on Katrina, fight! Fight with everything you've got until you're nice and tired so that the real fun can begin. I'm not letting this hold go until you beg me for mercy."
Words slurred by the elbow under her windpipe, Katrina managed to gag a reply, "I'll never beg you for anything...."
Jacqueline laughed softly and whispered, "We'll see!!"
Using her free hand, she slid it down to Katrina's waist and pulled the brunette's tank-top up about halfway, exposing the smooth plank of her stomach to the cold air. Enjoying the shiver this move created in her opponent, Jacqueline spread her hand along the bare expanse of skin and held it that way for just a moment before forming it into a claw and digging deep into Katrina's stomach. The brunette redoubled her efforts when Jacqueline applied the Stomach Claw but the brunette had already been worn down by the effects of the choke and Body Scissors. As the pain from the triad of holds rushed through her body, Katrina felt herself getting lightheaded and knew that defeat was just around the corner if she couldn't make an escape.
Forgetting everything she knew about technical wrestling, she elected the most basic means of escape open to her. Shifting her head down a bit, she opened her mouth and then chomped down, sinking her teeth into the soft flesh of Jacqueline's elbow joint and chewing for all she was worth. The pain of the bite raced up Jacqueline's arm like an electrical shock and for a moment she was paralyzed with pain. Then her senses returned and she pushed Katrina away, eager to be rid of the crippling pain in her joint. Getting to her knees, Jacqueline cradled her chewed arm and looked at the slowly recovering Katrina, fixing the disheveled brunette with a look of unadulterated loathing. And Katrina, despite the toll the holds had taken on her, returned Jacqueline's glare with equal ferocity.
Wincing, Jacqueline hissed, "Getting desperate Katrina? Or do you always resort to biting? I thought biting was only for sluts and whores.... Oh well I guess that explains it."
Katrina was unaffected by Jacqueline's barb, "Haven't you figured out I'll do whatever it takes to beat you Jacqueline? If that means I have to bite, pinch, scratch or rip every bit of you into unrecognizable pieces, then, God help me that's what I'll do. You're going to scream long and loud before I'm finally done with you. Now stop stalling and take your best shot!"
"With pleasure!" Jacqueline snarled as she lunged forward.
Jacqueline came hard and fast, claws outstretched and aimed at Katrina's face. Moments before Jacqueline could sink her talons into Katrina, the brunette lashed a fist out and smashed it across Jacqueline's jaw. The shot stopped Jacqueline cold and sent her sprawling on her back, legs pinned awkwardly beneath her. Before she could even draw a breath, Katrina hand pounced on her, forcing her wrists over her head. Jacqueline fought wildly to escape Katrina's pin, but the brunette held her tight, keeping her snarling, spitting foe firmly on her back. As Jacqueline tried to bridge free of her predicament, Katrina brought one knee up and then drove it down hard into the stretched curve of Jacqueline's abdomen. The air left Jacqueline in one colossal rush as she seemed to deflate in Katrina's clutches.
So furious she couldn’t form a coherent insult, Katrina settled for an inarticulate hiss of rage instead, then brought her knee up and then down once more. What little breath Jacqueline had drawn was expelled in another visible puff, leaving the trapped Jacqueline gasping for air. Not content with Jacqueline's pain, Katrina repeated her knee ramming maneuver over and over paying special attention to grind her knee against Jacqueline's ribcage.
After a minute or so of this brutal treatment, Katrina finally stops to take a breath and addresses her groaning victim, "How's that feel Jacqueline? Having trouble drawing a breath yet?"
Jacqueline was wounded but not so much that she couldn't return Katrina's verbal barbs. Gasping she replied, “I'm still breathing just fine. But I won't be able to say the same of you when I get out of here and grind your face into the dirt!"
Motivated by her foe's retort, Katrina fired back, “The only thing getting ground into the dirt tonight is YOU '!”
Without another word, Katrina spun around and in one smooth motion was still sitting on Jacqueline's chest, but now facing her legs. Not giving her opponent the opportunity to respond, the brunette leaned forward and grabbed a double fistful of Jacqueline's white top. With a deep breath she pulled hard in both directions, splitting the garment right up the middle. Jacqueline shrieked an indignant little cry as her top was rent and she was left even more exposed to the cold, facing her nemesis now clad only in her dirty jeans and a white bra.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Jacqueline ranted as Katrina tossed the halves of the top aside. "I'm gonna pay you back for this like you wouldn't.... Uuuungggrrrh!"
Her tirade was cut off as Katrina began raining another litany of punches down on Jacqueline's tenderized midsection. After another hard punch sent a deep shiver through Jacqueline's frame, Katrina paused and took a deep breath. Running a hand through her hair, the brunette looked over her shoulder and down at Jacqueline's face.
Meeting Jacqueline's hateful gaze, Katrina said quietly, "I told you I'd do whatever it takes Jacqueline. If you don't get that through your head, I'll finish you off with no problems."
Finished with her threat, she turned around and pulled her fist up again, ready to bury it in Jacqueline's now bare navel. But before she could unload with yet another punch, Jacqueline placed both hands palm down and the thin grass and pushed up with all her might. Her thrust combined with Katrina's own momentum was enough to throw the brunette off her perch and send her face first into the dirt. Glad to be free of the painful abuse, Jacqueline curled into a ball and simply held her injured stomach. She knew this was not the way to go about defeating Katrina, but for right now it was all she could manage. The brunette on the other hand was pushing herself up out of the dirt and slowly climbing to her feet. Regaining her vertical base, she whirled around on her heel and found Jacqueline laying on her side, hands clutching at her midsection.
Smiling coldly, Katrina advanced on the wounded Jacqueline, hell-bent on finishing her off. Approaching Jacqueline's head, Katrina bent down and secured a grip on Jacqueline's hair. With a small groan, she pulled Jacqueline to her knees and started to pull Jacqueline to her feet. That's when Jacqueline sprang her trap. With Katrina occupied in the task of pulling Jacqueline to her feet, she’d never seen Jacqueline grab the handful of dirt she now held in her right hand. That is, she never saw it until Jacqueline hurled it into her eyes, but by then it was far too late to do anything about it. Suddenly blind, Katrina released her grip on Jacqueline and stumbled back, clawing and rubbing at her eyes.
Shaking her head wildly from side to side, the brunette screamed a curse at Jacqueline, "YOU DESPERATE CHEATING bitch! YOU'VE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO WIN WITHOOOOWWWWW...."
This time it was Katrina's turn to get cut off as Jacqueline pounded a fist into her chin. The blinded beauty took the blow full force and would have collapsed to her knees if not for Jacqueline sneaking around behind her and latching on a Side Headlock. Wrenching Katrina's head roughly against the point of her hip, Jacqueline steadied herself and then took off at a dead run across the field. Still several yards from the promoter, Jacqueline bellowed a primitive cry of rage and leapt into the air, bringing Katrina up and then down, face first into the unforgiving ground. The Running Bulldog was a vicious enough move when applied in the confines of the ring. To deliver it on someone in an outdoor setting was just brutal. Katrina's face hit the ground with an unceremonious thud and she gasped once before laying silently on the ground. As for Jacqueline, she was kneeling beside Katrina, hands on her thighs and simply breathing deep lungfuls of the cold December air. Katrina's last assault had taken a lot out of her though she never would have admitted it in the presence of her nemesis. Looking disdainfully at Katrina's slowly breathing form, Jacqueline grabbed a handful of hair and slowly pulled them both to a standing position. Katrina stood before her on legs that looked like they could give way at any moment.
To ensure against her rival collapsing, Jacqueline held the brunette's hair in a death grip while she sneered into Katrina's dazed face, "You don't have to tell me anything about doing whatever it takes to win Katrina. I'm no stranger to breaking the rules. But in case you need a demonstration, here ya go!"
She brought her knee up and blasted it between the brunette's thighs and Katrina's scream was piercing as she slumped forward. She’d have fallen face down in the dirt if Jacqueline hadn’t been in her way, but Jacqueline didn't move and as the brunette toppled forward, Jacqueline kept a firm grip on Katrina's hair so she could look into her nemesis's pain-wracked face.
Remembering, the indignity that had (at least in her mind) began this feud, Jacqueline was so consumed with hate that her next words were little more than a vicious whisper, "I've been waiting to do this to you for a long, long time Katrina!"
Before the brunette could do anything, Jacqueline spat directly into Katrina's face, the glob covering most of the her cheek. At the same time Katrina finally moved aside and let the crippled woman fall limp to the ground where she did nothing but sob quietly as she cradled her injured groin in her trembling hands. Seeing Katrina helpless on the ground gave new life to Jacqueline and a sadistic little grin spread on her lips as she considered her next move. Bending at the waist, she grabbed Katrina by the wrists and began to drag her chest and face first along the ground, heading closer and closer. Looking back over her shoulder, Jacqueline finally dropped Katrina's wrists when they were within ten feet of her monster car. Changing her plan a bit, Jacqueline moved to Katrina's ankles and proceeded to drag the brunette around. Releasing Katrina's feet, Jacqueline again strode to Katrina's head and placing one foot on either side of the brunette's head, sat down, her ass coming to rest on the base of Katrina's neck.
 Jacqueline reached down and grabbed the brunette's tank-top. Remembering what Katrina had done earlier, Jacqueline tore the thin top apart, baring Katrina's back to the chill air. Not even close to done, Jacqueline reached down again and placed both hands palms down right at the spot where Katrina's jeans ended. Shaping her hands into claws, Jacqueline raked her dual claw all the way up Katrina's back clear to the middle of her shoulder blades. The clawing finally seemed to bring her around as she began to struggle feebly in Jacqueline grip. But Jacqueline wasn't quite ready to relinquish her position yet and she repeated the claw, drawing painful red furrows up and down the full length of Katrina's smooth back. As Katrina's escape attempts continued to increase in strength, Jacqueline decided a change of strategy was an order. Once again changing her position, she scooted around so that she was sitting on Katrina's lower back but now facing her head. Reaching her hands down she grasped under Katrina's chin and jerked up hard, locking in a favorite hold of hers, the Camel Clutch.
Gasping at both the cold wind on her stinging back and the wrenching on her neck, Katrina managed to say, "LET.... ME... GO!"
Jacqueline enjoyed hearing the note of angry desperation in Katrina's voice and her response seemed to indicate as such, “Was that the first note of panic I heard creeping into your voice Katrina sweetie? Are you finally starting to realize you've bitten off even more than that big mouth of yours can chew? No? Then read my lips. I won't let you go. Not until you scream and beg and plead for mercy. Then and only then will I even consider letting you go."
She punctuated this declaration by pulling up hard on Katrina's chin and bouncing her dirt covered, jean clad ass on the brunette's tautly stretched lower back. Jacqueline's face wore an expression of sadistic rapture as she wrenched the hold with everything she’d, pulling so hard on Katrina's chin that the brunettes entire upper torso was lifted off the cold ground. Pain clouding her vision, Katrina fought the ever increasing urge to submit by thinking of all the things she could do to Jacqueline when she escaped this torturous hold. Realizing that what worked once might work again, she bided her time until Jacqueline momentarily relaxed her grip on Katrina's neck. Using every bit of slack given her, Katrina moved her head up ever so slightly.
When Jacqueline's grasping hands were in range, the brunette bit down hard, gnawing and chewing at the callous fingers. Jacqueline howled in pain and fury when her hands were bitten and she did her best to maintain her grip on the hold, but the agony in her hand was just too great. Cursing and spitting, she released the clutch and pulled off of Katrina, finally freeing her fingers from her foe's maw. Holding her injured hand, Jacqueline looked up through a tangle of Jacqueline hair to see Katrina on her feet, rubbing at the pain in her neck before tossing the shredded remnants of her tank top aside. Once again, they were both evenly dressed as now Katrina wore nothing but a black bra to keep the ever increasing chill away. Suddenly the brunette turned and saw Jacqueline rising. With hate in her eyes, she lunged forward at a speed Jacqueline wouldn't have believed possible.
Before Jacqueline could get her hands up to defend herself, Katrina fired her foot out and brought it thundering up into Jacqueline's mound. Jacqueline's shriek was so high pitched as to be almost inaudible, but that didn't make the effects of the cxnt punt any less devastating Tears streaming down her cheeks, Jacqueline fell to her side and lay in the fetal position, wondering how she’d managed to lose control of the battle so quickly and totally. Her foe however was enjoying the simple pleasures of not being in constant physical pain and she couldn't wait to subject Jacqueline to some of the same torture she herself had just experienced.
Placing grimy hands on equally grimy hips, the brunette looked down at her moaning opponent and said, "So that's it huh? All semblance of rules and decorum tossed out the window? Well that's fine with me. I always thought the rules just got in the way."
Seeing as how Jacqueline was in no shape to respond, Katrina didn't wait for one before going on the attack. Targeting Jacqueline's already weakened ribs and torso, Katrina brought her heel up and back before arcing it forward in a short but brutal kick. The hit forced a gasp of air from the sobbing Jacqueline and she rolled limply to her other side hoping against hope that Katrina would stop kicking her. This hope was in vain however as Katrina simply moved with Jacqueline, firing the short, methodical kicks into Jacqueline's injured ribs. She repeated this simple but brutal practice for the better part of two minutes before deciding that it would be tremendously disappointing if Jacqueline lost consciousness. It would be better to humble Jacqueline with a more dominant move than kicks and stomps. Bending low, she pulled up Jacqueline's limp frame and stood behind her. With a few quick shifts of her legs and movements of her arms, she’d locked her Jacqueline nemesis in a textbook Abdominal Stretch. Securing the hold, she poured as much pressure into the hold as she could, savoring Jacqueline's pained cry as her injured torso was subjected to even more abuse. Giving another wrench on the hold, Katrina looked down into Jacqueline's face and spoke.
Her earlier tone of taunting malice was gone, replaced with a flat coldness that was somehow worse, "Give up!"
Bent at this awkward angle, Jacqueline was unable to look into Katrina's eyes when she responded, but her message was perfectly clear nonetheless. "Never!!"
"Then suffer!" Katrina said in the same flat voice, giving another painful twist to Jacqueline's torso as she spoke.
Bringing her free hand into play, Katrina ran it slowly up Jacqueline's nearly bare middle, tracing a light pattern with her fingers. When Jacqueline felt Katrina's fingers on her abdomen, she new she was in trouble and put even more efforts in her attempts to escape. But Katrina held the Abdominal Stretch tight and Jacqueline could do nothing more than squirm helplessly. Tired of drawing out the anticipation, Katrina pulled her hand from Jacqueline's middle then brought it whistling forward in an open palm slap. The slap cracked loudly in cold air and Katrina's hand brought an immediate welt to Jacqueline's pale skin. Jacqueline gritted her teeth against the pain, but her silence only seemed to bait Katrina and the brunette slapped her again, drawing another welt.
Leaning down Katrina whispered, "Just how long do you think you can last Jacqueline?"
"Long enough to finish you off!" Jacqueline whispered back.
Katrina only chuckled softly and then slapped Jacqueline yet again, this time cracking her across her breasts. After that shot, Katrina finally released the hold and let Jacqueline fall into the grass and dirt, Jacqueline landing on her stomach. Burning with a fury that her cold demeanor didn't indicate, Katrina kicked Jacqueline over onto her back and straddled Jacqueline at the waist. Breathing hard, she grabbed a handful of hair and pushed roughly to one side, pressing one half of Jacqueline's face into the dirt. Jacqueline bucked and squirmed to escape this humiliating treatment, but Katrina held her perch and pushed down even harder, grinding Jacqueline's face into the soil with great relish.
Her eyes blazing as she spoke Katrina said, "Haven't you figured it out yet Jacqueline? You're BEATEN. I was hoping to finish you with something a bit prettier but if this second grade playground shit is the only thing that will make you see reason then so be it!" She finished with another hard push to Jacqueline's abused face.
As she lay on her back, having part of her face rammed in the dirt, Jacqueline began to fill with a cold black rage. Knowing there was no way she would lose in such an ignominious fashion, Jacqueline began groping around for anything to help aid in her escape. After several frantic seconds her hand came across something small and hard. Grasping it, she wasn't quite sure what it was, but hoped it would suffice. Holding it tightly, Jacqueline uttered a primal shriek and brought her arm arcing up fast. Her fist cracked against Katrina's temple and the brunette's assault ceased as she uttered a surprised grunt and then fell off Jacqueline, landing in the dirt beside her.
Finally free of Katrina's oppressive weight, Jacqueline sat up and brushed as much of the dirt from her face as possible. Regaining her senses she looked at what she held in her hands. It turned out to be nothing more than a fairly good sized rock. It didn't bother her at all that there was a slight red smear on the side that she’d bashed Katrina with. Speaking of whom.... Jacqueline tossed the rock away and shifted her attention to the brunette, who was laying beside her and rubbing at a shallow cut on the side of her head. Seeing her foe wounded gave Jacqueline a much needed surge of adrenaline and she made the most of it. Rolling over she straddled the brunette and locked her legs around Katrina's, stretching them wide with a Double Leg Grapevine. Before Katrina knew what was happening, Jacqueline had pinned both of her wrists up over her head, pinning her to the ground neatly and thoroughly. When Katrina realized her situation, she tried to twist out of Jacqueline's grip but Jacqueline held her firm, stretching the Grapevine to it's utmost.
Katrina voiced a panicky little cry before looking up at Jacqueline and in a voice that radiated hate said, “LEMME GO!"
Jacqueline just laughed at Katrina's useless demand and slammed her body down, crushing Katrina between the dirt and Jacqueline's own lithe frame. With their faces only inches apart, Jacqueline hissed at her captive nemesis, “Do you think that might actually work? You just say ‘let me go’ and I would? Screw you Katrina! If you want out, you'll have to fight your way out." She raised up and then slammed down again, enjoying the feel of Katrina's labored breathing on her face. Addressing her victim again Jacqueline taunted, "I always KNEW that you wouldn't stack up to me body to body. And now you know it too. Looks like I can finish you off by just crushing you into the dirt." She punctuated her promise by grinding her torso and crotch especially hard against her captive's quivering frame.
Much to her credit, Katrina responded to Jacqueline's taunt as best she could, actually grinding upward against Jacqueline's dominant hold. “Just wait and see whose body gives out first bitch! You'll be extremely lucky if there's anything left of you when I'm done," Katrina said with as much authority as anyone in her position could muster.
Furious that her foe's spirit showed no signs of weakening Jacqueline rose up again and shifted her grip, grabbing both of Katrina's wrists in one hand. With her free hand, she grabbed a large handful of dirt and forced it into the brunette's face, grinding the soil into Katrina's fine features.
Grabbing another handful, she repeated the maneuver as she screamed at her squirming nemesis, "What's that Katrina? I can't quite understand you cuz your mouth is full of dirt; you filthy bitch!"
As Katrina struggled against her demeaning treatment, Jacqueline changed tactics again. Releasing Katrina's wrists and the Grapevine, she flipped Katrina over onto her stomach and slid up her bare back until she was sitting with her ass on Katrina's shoulders. Grabbing two handfuls of hair, she pushed Katrina's whole face into the ground and began jerking it from side to side, dragging her face through the dirt. The brunette gasped and fought for escape but Jacqueline wasn't of the mind to let her go until she’d thoroughly abused Katrina's face. Finally satisfied, Jacqueline rose up and pulled Katrina up along with her. Staring into the brunette's filthy face, the only thing Jacqueline saw clearly was the dazed hate in Katrina's eyes. But Jacqueline's hatred was something not to be underestimated and she proved it by winding up and absolutely smashing a fist into Katrina's nose.
The brunette's legs turned to jell-o and she fell back, sprawling on the ground clutching at her mangled face. Realizing Katrina was close to done (for real this time) Jacqueline rolled her shoulders and neck, cracking them to get some of the stiffness out. Bending down, she hauled Katrina to her feet and stared directly into her face as she said, “You really are the greatest opponent I've ever had, but now I'm going to put you down for good."
Preparing to make good on her threat, she pulled her fist back again and brought it rocketing forward. Microseconds before impact, Katrina stepped aside and Jacqueline's fist sailed harmlessly through empty air. Capitalizing in this brief moment, Katrina fired a punch of her own. The desperation Uppercut caught Jacqueline on the point of her chin and knocked Jacqueline off her feet, sending her crashing to the ground where she lay trying to clear her head. Katrina tried to advance on the downed Jacqueline, but her legs gave way and she fell to one knee, able to do nothing more than breath hard and try to get her bearings back. Jacqueline's face rubbing tactics had taken a lot out of the resilient brunette and she knew that this fight had to end sometime soon as both she and Jacqueline were nearly running on empty. Several seconds later, Jacqueline and brunette gamely pushed their way to a standing position.
Standing a few feet apart, they surveyed their rival in the deepening twilight. Wiping most of the dirt from her face, Katrina said quietly, "You know it's almost over don't you?"
Jacqueline said nothing for a second, wiping a thin trickle of blood from the side of her mouth then after looking at the smear on her thumb, turned to Katrina and sighed, "Yeah I know. Been a hell of a ride though hasn't it?"
"For once we’re in agreement!" Katrina said. "Lets find out how it ends, shall we?"
"Yes, we shall!" Jacqueline whispered as they charged each other once more.
Drawing within striking distance, Jacqueline launched a Knife edge chop that caught Katrina flush across her chest. With a little hiss of pain, Katrina fired back with her own chop, catching Jacqueline across her breasts. Jacqueline winced but did not falter and returned fire. For the next two minutes, the empty field was filled with a sound like small sticks snapping on a cold day as each combatant put everything she’d left into surviving this chop contest. Finally, after a scintillating chop from Jacqueline, Katrina couldn't muster the energy to fire back, she could only clutch her sizzling breasts. Jacqueline gathered her strength and fired one more chop at her rival. This last shot finally took the brunette down and she lay in the dirt, sobbing and rubbing her chest. Not letting up her attack, Jacqueline loped forward and leapt into the air, bringing her leg down across Katrina's throat in a classic Leg Drop. The brunette flopped like a dying fish but offered no resistance as Jacqueline pulled her to her feet. Deciding that sometimes the simplest solution was the only solution, Jacqueline wrapped both hands around Katrina's neck and began to squeeze, mentally vowing not to let Katrina go until her eyes rolled back in her head and she went limp in Jacqueline's grip.
Thinking out loud more than actually speaking, Jacqueline muttered, "JUST GO TO SLEEP KATRINA!"
When she felt Jacqueline's fingers pressing into her windpipe, Katrina shook off her mental haze and thought fast. As her air supply was cut off, she brought up one hand and began pounding short, brutal punches into Jacqueline's tortured stomach. Though these blows felt like gunshots to Jacqueline, she weathered them admirably and continued squeezing, knowing she could wait Katrina out. But the brunette had one other trick up her sleeve. As she continued to fire punches into Jacqueline's gut, she raised her other arm and smashed an open palmed strike against Jacqueline's unguarded nose. That hit caused Jacqueline's eyes to tear up and she stumbled back, holding her nose. Seeing Jacqueline distracted, Katrina knew the time to act was now.
Lunging forward, she looped both arms around Jacqueline's wounded middle and locked them. With a grunt of effort she pulled Jacqueline off her feet and gave a massive squeeze, punishing her opponent with a Bear Hug. Seconds after Katrina's arms wrapped around her waist, Jacqueline threw her head back and screamed in absolute agony. Her ribs just couldn't take much more punishment and here Katrina was doing everything she could to snap her ribs like matchsticks. Indeed that was Katrina's intent as she held Jacqueline aloft and crushed down intently, pausing every now and then to shake her victim like a rag doll. After an especially hard squeeze, she asked for Jacqueline's surrender. Jacqueline was adamant in her refusal.
Furious, Katrina gave the hold another crushing squeeze and screamed, "JUST GIVE IT UP JACQUELINE! You KNOW your ribs can't take this for any longer!"
Fading in the grip of the Bear Hug, Jacqueline pulled her head up and said, "I can last just long enough to do THIS!"
Darting her head forward, Jacqueline bit down on the bridge of Katrina's nose while simultaneously clawing at her face. The brunette shrieked and tried to shake Jacqueline free, but Jacqueline held on tenaciously and Katrina had to release the Bear Hug to pry Jacqueline off her face. When Jacqueline hit the ground, she put aside the inferno in her ribcage and lunged at the staggering Katrina. Grabbing the brunette's head, Jacqueline cinched in a Front Face-lock, wrapping both arms as tight as she could around Katrina's head. Normally used as a mere transition in ring matches, the Front Face-lock is actually a devastating choke if applied at the right time. This was one of those times!
Jacqueline pulled up with all her might, bringing Katrina up on her tiptoes and slowly choking the fight out of her. As Katrina gagged against the Face-lock Jacqueline pulled arm free and began raking it up and down Katrina's back. The welts she’d carved previously were soon joined by a fresh batch as she tried to hand Katrina more pain than she could take. Finishing up a final pass of raking, Jacqueline reached down under the top of Katrina's jeans and grabbed a handful of the brunette's panties. With a guttural cry, Jacqueline pulled up viciously, adding a wedgie to go along with the numbing effects of the Front Face-lock.
Pulling hard on Katrina's unmentionables, it was Jacqueline's turn to demand surrender, "GIVE IT UP KATRINA! YOUR NECK IS ABOUT TO SNAP ND I'LL BE DAMNED IF I GO TO JAIL FOR MURDER JUST BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO STUBBORN TO KNOW WHEN YOU'RE BEATEN!"
Katrina didn't have enough air to be coherent, but she uttered a little gurgle that probably meant, "Screw you."
Out of her mind with rage, Jacqueline bore down on the hold, not realizing that Katrina was getting ready to make her escape. Moment's later she was made aware of the brunette's plan when her crotch exploded in agony. See, Jacqueline's choke was a mighty painful hold, but its one flaw was letting Katrina's arms hang free. Using the last of her fading consciousness, the brunette had reached up and managed to fumble the zipper on Jacqueline's jeans open. With Jacqueline still distracted, Katrina wormed her hand into position and locked on the Crotch Claw, furiously gouging and pinching at her opponent's womanhood. Tears flowed down both of their faces as they fought to maintain their respective holds. And while getting Jacqueline to release the hold would be nice, outright escape was not what Katrina had in mind.
Feeling the grip on her throat loosen just a bit, Katrina released her claw and wrapped both arms around Jacqueline's middle.
Not saying a word, she climbed up her foe and sat on Jacqueline's bent top half, pinning her backwards on the wide hood. Still silent, Katrina rained punches down on Jacqueline's bruised face. Sick of asking for submission, Katrina wouldn't stop until Jacqueline lost consciousness or she verbally surrendered. Katrina kept up her barrage, assaulting Jacqueline's face but still Jacqueline would not give in. Reaching the end of her patience, Katrina paused and drew back her fist as far as it would go looking to put Jacqueline's lights out once and for all.
Before she could launch her final blow, Jacqueline bucked hard to the side and tossed Katrina off her, sending the brunette fully onto the Fury's hood. Knowing that this was her last chance at victory, Jacqueline pounced on the brunette's back and grabbed a handful of dark hair. Far beyond the point of asking for submission, Jacqueline was satisfied to simply lift Katrina's head up and begin bashing her face first into the old car's hood. There was a hollow thudding sound as Katrina's face bounced off the metal over and over again, but Jacqueline was relentless, not stopping until every last bit of fight seemed to have left the brunette. Knowing the fight was hers, Jacqueline pushed Katrina over onto her back and looked down at her dazed face.
Breathing hard, Jacqueline gasped, "Last... chance... give up... now.... or I won't… be responsible... for what happens… next."
Katrina actually managed to raise her head to voice a reply, “Would you give up..... If our positions were reversed?"
"No!" Jacqueline said flatly.
"Then what makes you think I would?" Katrina said quietly.
Jacqueline just sighed and stood up, pulling the brunette with her. Steeping up, she dragged Katrina onto the top of the cab. Bending Katrina over, Jacqueline locked her thighs around the brunette's head, the classic set up for the Pile-Driver.
Breathing deep, Jacqueline wrapped her arms around Katrina's bare waist and went to invert her. Unfortunately her ribs weren't up to the task and she wasn't able to get Katrina off the ground. Gritting her teeth, Jacqueline tried a second attempt, but again her ribs failed her. Closing her eyes, she hesitated for just a moment before trying a third time. And this time the outcome was different, but it wasn't the outcome she wanted. For right before she could haul the brunette upside down, Katrina planted her feet and pushed up as hard as she could.
The unprepared Jacqueline was tossed up and over Katrina's head, soaring several feet through the air before landing on the trunk with an ungodly WHAM! The whole car shuddered with the impact and Jacqueline bounced off the back of the car and landed on the dirt below with another resounding Thud. Katrina said one word, "Submit!"
Jacqueline raised her head and said weakly "No!"
Katrina shook her head and pulled Jacqueline to her feet. Spinning her nemesis around, Katrina used one hand to grab Jacqueline's hair and another to grab the back of her filthy jeans. Backing up a few paces, Katrina pulled Jacqueline back, preparing herself for what she was about to do.
Lunging forward, she tossed Jacqueline chest and stomach first into the right fin. Jacqueline uttered a single gasp and then slowly fell to her side doing nothing but clutching her ribs and gasping painful, shallow breaths. Sitting down beside her foe, Katrina extended her legs and wrapped them around Jacqueline's middle. Katrina squeezed as hard as she could, putting unbelievable pressure on the Jacqueline's ribs. Jacqueline clawed weakly at Katrina's thighs, but she pushed them away and continued to squeeze putting every ounce of concentration into cutting Jacqueline in half. Jacqueline resisted the hold for longer than Katrina would have thought humanly possible, but in the end even the greatest of warriors have their limits.
Accepting the reality of the situation, Jacqueline tapped Katrina's leg and said quietly, "I give up. You win."
That was more than enough for the brunette and she released her hold rolling onto her back and laying right beside her defeated rival. For several moments, she did nothing but breath and look at the first stars of evening. She should have been ecstatic but oddly enough she felt no joy in Jacqueline's defeat. Perhaps she would later, but for right now she just hurt too much. . In the end, it turned out both ladies had lived up to their word. Neither had allowed the other to walk away from the field.