Mexico 3
by WRDWVR
The General watched as the Helicopter landed in the field, debris flying around wildly in the rotor wash, and the doors opened allowing a tall redhead dressed from head to toe in black leather, to disembark followed by his good friend Drake Jones. The 2 exchanged hearty hugs and walked back to his Hacienda, arms draped across each other’s shoulders as they traded pleasantries. The redhead followed behind them slowly taking in her surroundings. As they entered the courtyard the noise of the carpenters filled the air. New stands were being added in preparation for the Championship fight tonight. The smell of sawdust and burnt wood filled the air as they passed the ring and entered the guest house on the other end of the yard. The living room was done in a white marble and on the couch sat Consuela in a light cotton dress that barely covered her well-shaped generous ass. Her large dark nipples were straining against the fabric, trying to poke thru. Drake introduced Connie to Angela, and each looked the other up and down as Connie stood and nodded her head in a silent greeting. Angela was 2 inches taller than Connie but looked to weigh less. She had long legs on the skinny side with a well-defined ass and almost no hips. Her stomach was well muscled as was her arms and shoulders and she carried a pair of large melon sized breasts that were barely contained by her leather tank top. She had light blue eyes and a small nose that was accented by her short-cropped hair. She was sweating already from the heat of the day and beads of sweat trickled sexily down her ample cleavage as the General watched fascinated with this new exotic creature. Connie noticed his look and bent over to pick at a nonexistent itch on her foot her long black hair hanging down one side of her face in a pony tail, displaying the tops of her firm, well rounded breasts which were each a little bigger than a softball. She had long well-toned legs slightly on the thicker side and a generous but well-shaped ass and hips that swayed provocatively every time she took a step. One of the carpenters had mistakenly watched her walk and never noticed slicing the tip from his index finger with a circular saw till he was hit in the face by red sticky stuff and looked down. Both women would be given 2 hours to prepare for the fight. Connie rose and followed the General and Drake to the main house while Angela got ready. At the main house Connie went up to her private floor while the General and Drake sat down to talk and drink while they waited. Outside the carpenters were putting the finishing touches on the stands as a line began to form outside the courtyard for the fight. As the sun dipped down behind the horizon it began to cool down. The flood lights mounted around the courtyard blared to life, casting shadows on the old walls as people began to take seats on the stands. The crowd become exited when the redhead Angela walked out wearing a leather tank top and leather shorts. As she entered the ring, she began to scan the crowd blowing kisses at the various gentleman seated in the VIP box right in front of the ring apron. She removed her tank top to the ohhh's and ahhhh's of the crowd and released from their confinement her breasts hung down her chest the small areolas surrounding the large, thick, pink nipples as she removed her shorts and revealed a very bushy red haired cxnt that contrasted nicely with her white untanned skin and preceded to strut around the ring to the obvious pleasure of the crowd. The crowd grew silent suddenly and Angela turned to see why. Connie slowly strutted to the ring and entered to the enthusiastic applause of the crowd. She was wearing a tiger skin bikini and waved to her fans as she started to slowly remove her top. Her tits stood firm on her chest with no discernable sag, her large areolas surrounding her long thin dark nipples. The crowd cheered as she removed her bottoms and threw them into the crowd. Her bush was neatly trimmed, the pubic hair curly and black on her bronzed skin. You could feel the excitement in the air like a fog as they stretched their bodies and waited for the bell. There would be no rounds, the last women standing or still conscious would be declared the winner and Champion Cat fighter. No weapons were allowed, or outside interference and the match would be stopped only in the event that one lady was knocked out of the ring and would be immediately started once said women touched the ropes. The only rule was no biting whatsoever. Connie was still playing the crowd when the bell rang, and Angela charged over to her catching her in the back of the head with a forearm and smashing her into the turnbuckles. Angela grabbed the ropes and body smashed into the black-haired women back then grabbed her by the ponytail and preceded to swing her around and around before releasing her to slam into the turnbuckles on the other side with yelp of pain. As she charged forward to crush Connie between her body and the turnbuckles Connie sidestepped and Angela crashed into it instead. Grabbing the short cropped red hair in her left-hand Connie slammed her face repeatedly into the turnbuckle, then still holding her by the hair, punched her in the face 2x. Then, pulling her back by the hair, she slammed her knee into Angela's cxnt. A second attempt was blocked by Angela's thigh, but she received a clout to the right breast that elicited a scream as Connie dragged her nails across the areolas and nipples for good measure. An elbow to the side of the head followed by a punch to the gut stopped Connie's tit attack before it had a chance to really get going. Connie was shaking her head to clear the cobwebs and lashed out with left to stomach that had almost no effect on the redhead and she was clobbered in the eye by another elbow. Connie staggered back rubbing her eye and never saw Angela's foot flash up and slam into her left breast knocking her backwards in pain. As she raised her right hand to clutch the wounded boob Angela spin- kicked her in the right kidney. Connie fell to one knee holding her side and screamed in agony as Angela grabbed her hair and kneed her in the right tit repeatedly till she drove her down to the canvas, her face twisted in intense pain as she struggled to overcome the pain and fight back. Sitting in his chair the General was extremely worried as he had never seen Connie take such a beating from anyone this early in a fight. Angela came down knees first on her foes stomach causing the bronzed skinned women to bellow out in pain. The tall redhead kept up the pace, punching both breasts hard over and over as Connie howled in torment. The crowd was going bananas as their Champ was being brutalized by this challenger unlike anything they had previously witnessed. As Connie lay there in agony her antagonist shifted her attack down and started to rip out handfuls of her neatly trimmed cxnt hair while tugging and squeezing her left nipple between her sharp nails. A punch to the gut by Connie again had no apparent effect on the redhead and she returned the shot with a punch to the right eye damaging the already black eye even more. As Connie reached up to grab her by the hair Angela twisted her head out of reach but left herself open for a clawing of her right breast by Connie that left scratch marks running down the outside as Angela's face contorted in pain. Another raking of the left boob gave Connie enough of a distraction to knee Angela in the small of the back hard and followed by a one-handed tit grab that she used to pull her foe off of her to the ground beside her. Connie quickly secured a scissors around the redhead's neck as she grabbed her hair in both hands but was again forced onto her back. On her knees with Connie laid out in front of her she rammed her hands between the black-haired women's legs and tried unsuccessfully to pry them open. Connie was twisting her head back and forth savagely by the hair as she added all the strength she had left to the scissors. Angela's face was turning bright red now as she still tried to pry her head loose to no avail. As she started to turn purple, she brought both hands down hard on Connie's left tit eliciting a scream of anguish from her lips. Now desperate the redhead continually pounded on Connie's left tit, smashing it down then smacking it to the side, over and over in a blur till she clawed her hand and slammed her nails into it with all her power behind it. As the nails sank into the tit flesh Connie screeched in utter pain and removed her hands from Angela's hair to grab at the redhead's wrists. The pressure of the scissors dropped for a moment and Angela sucked in a much needed lung full of air before Connie constricted her legs again and continued to strangle her .Given a moments reprieve by the lung full of air, she repeated her attack on Connie's left boob, punching squeezing and slapping it as Connie with one wrist in her grasp tried to secure the other as she grimaced at the pummeling her tit was taking. Blood was trickling down her tit from numerous small cuts as Connie struggled to maintain her scissors and she finally managed to clasp her hand around Angela's other wrist momentarily stopping the pounding to her boob as Angela twisted and turned trying to escape from the powerful gams that held her. Suddenly Angela managed to get to one knee and after a brief struggle was standing up with Connie hanging from her. Angela swung around slowly then picked up speed till she got by the ring post and slammed Connie shoulder first into it. Connie screamed out in pain and releasing her scissors, crumbled to the mat holding her bruised left shoulder. Luckily for her Angela was in no position to take advantage yet, still recovering after almost blacking out just before Connie had released her. Both women were on their feet in opposite corners glaring at each other with hate as they recuperated for a moment. With a curse spewing from both their mouths they closed on each other slowly and began circling hands held out in front of them like claws. Connie struck first, her nails biting into the soft titflesh of Angela's left tit as Angela clasped her fingers around her wounded left tit and smiled as Connie's face turned white with pain as she crushed the whole tit in her hand, the flesh oozing out the sides of it as she twisted savagely. The smile disappeared as Connie grabbed a generous handful of cxnt hair and ripped it out, then punched her cxnt weakly with her left, grimacing as pain shot through her aching shoulder. It still had the desired effect as Angela released her tit hold to defend her cxnt with both hands. Connie saw her chance and slammed an overhanded right to Angela's left nipple, driving it painfully into the tit and burying her fist almost to her wrist in the flesh again and again. Angela was driven back to the ropes, her face clearly showing the agony of each blow, and trapped in a corner trying to block the blows now, as Connie continued to hammer away. As she raised her guard Connie slammed her fist into her now unprotected cxnt like a jackhammer over and over as Angela slumped over screaming. Taking her by the hair Connie started to knee her in the tits, smashing them harshly over and over as she drove her knee into each one. She finished Angela off by pulling her face down as she brought her knee up smashing it into her nose and breaking it. She released Angela's hair and with a few final forearm smashes to her breasts allowed her to fall to the ground still conscious but beaten. She placed her foot on the redhead's bruised and battered chest as she lay sobbing on the ground rubbing her pummeled pussy and the General came into the ring and raised her arm in victory as she the crowd roared its approval. Angela was brought to the Doctor to be looked after as Connie strutted wearily around the ring, her right eye was swollen shut, her left tit had taken a terrible beating and was starting to bleed profusely from a particularly deep scratch, but she had won and was now the undisputed Champ. A rather large Mexican women stood in the background having watched the fight carefully as she intended to challenge the Champ in the near future, she was slated to fight tomorrow for a chance at the number 2 slot with Su-Ling and was confident she would destroy the much smaller Asian women easily. The General and Drake retired to the main house while everything was cleaned up and put in order for the next day's fights.
