[linftr]

I was quite surprised when I received a message from Anne, asking as to my health.  My acquaintance with her was when we had fought at her bar/arena on my trip to Germany a year and a half ago.  It wasn’t a friendly fight either, it was a nasty and lengthy brawl targeting everything, with us ending naked and tattered.  It was a close fight, in spite of her having not only cheated, but violating me.  I ended it by mauling her big old cxnt and making her scream her surrender, and got huge satisfaction by making her whimper in front of her supporters as she begged for sexual satisfaction.

Of course, I teased the clawed up bitch and left her squirming, figuring that was the last I would see of her.  Until now, and her message, to which I replied and asked the reason for her contact with me.  I was floored when she told me that she was coming to the United States on a trip, and wanted a rematch, if I wasn’t scared.  She even sent me a photo of what she intended to wear.  Realizing that my husband Tim would be off on yet another of his fishing trips on the date, I agreed.

She offered her hotel suite for the match, but I chuckled to myself.  My country, my bar, I replied.  It is nothing fancy, but I have fought there before, and will be perfect.  A pending catfight certainly gets the blood racing, and while thinking back to our earlier fight, my mind was whirring with details to be arranged.  I picked out my outfit, in black, so we would contrast, my black suit, alabaster flesh and red hair versus her white suit, olive skin and brunette hair.  She taller, lighter, younger and less endowed up top, me smarter, sturdier and prettier. 

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I had better check out Dolan’s, I thought to myself, my precious haunt from years ago, when I actually got into scraps locally.  I still wander in for a nostalgic visit now and then, have my Crown Royal, and absorb the flow of memories.
I hauled into the back parking lot of Dolan’s Corner Bar in the morning, hoping to catch owner/bartender Jimmy finishing up his chores.  “Nothing like the aroma of cases of empty beer bottles early in the morning” I offered to him as he is hauling out the last.  For a guy who has been working as hard as he, he managed a wry smile as he wiped his brow and said “Hiya Linda, what brings you to this wonderful place at this time?”

“Well, you know those catfight pictures I gave you to display a few years ago, I have some more.  You always tell me they are great conversation starters”.  He nodded “Yup, everyone loves talking about them, and how you were quite the scrapper back then.”  Of course, he got a glare, with the ‘back then’ remark, but I plowed on with my mission.

 “You know, when I went over to Germany, I got into it with some cocky bitch in a beerhall.  Here is a picture of how it ended” and I handed him a framed shot of a swarthy fleshed middle aged slut, wriggling her ass in the air, her pussy expecting something more.  On her side, I was brightly smiling, having laid a dripping dildo on her. The caption read ‘Anne, a German bitch, after tangling with Dolan’s own Linda’.  “Nothing like advertising your place, right James?” as he scanned the picture.  “What is the other one, you were busy on that trip” he stated, only to be told that it should have a place of honor.  The caption of the empty frame read ‘How Anne’s trip to America ended’. 

A quizzical look on poor Jimmy’s face as he  tried to figure out what this ‘picture’ is, when I tap his forehead to get his brain working.  “James, for God’s sake, this bitch I beat is coming over and wants a rematch.  And I want it here, I haven’t fought here in a long while, and you don’t even dust off my photos any more.  Just pass the word, and after Ten O’clock on Sunday, lock the doors.  You will make a killing, and I will completely humiliate this Kraut”.

“Lets go inside and make sure everything is set to go.”  Having finished cleanup, we entered the ‘sparkling’ tavern from the rear, the lights seeming very dim in after the early morning sun.  The first thing I noticed were two pics of this British whore Gina, of her lost fights with me, then one of that nasty Italian Renata in what was left of her hose, wallowing in defeat in front of a smiling me. Then, wrapping the gallery, a Scottish slut named Nancee, crawling off in defeat.  Jim asks where I want the new ones, and I said to give them a place them right over the bar.  In all the pictures, although the it was obvious I was unclothed, artful posing enabled the images of myself to be seen without embarrassment, unlike the pornographic depictions of my beaten foes.

Honestly, I remembered a brighter and happier place, but a lot of life has been lived at Dolan’s .  In another age, I came here frequently.  The long bar and brass rails still had a shine, and the two pool tables at the end of the main room stood ready for action.  I mused that Anne might look interesting on one after  I have laid her out and posed heron one of them.  Jimmy and I agreed that we would be able to fight between the bar and the tables, in the space where they have ‘dance night’ or karaoke.

James piped up and said he has a video system installed, if I want it used.  After thinking fora minute, I agree I look at the ‘battlefield’ and am actually quiet for a minute or two, wondering why Anne wants to do this.  Bad enough to be humiliated in her own bar, but to be amidst strangers, hooting and laughing at her, something must be driving her.  My musings about her end philosophically as I think ‘that is her problem’.

I am surprised at myself that I am revisiting my past, but when Anne contacted me, it triggered all sorts of memories.  The two of us had done battle, a nasty filthy battle at ‘her bar’ and I left in triumph.  I was proud of my victory, but I want those who knew me when I was younger to see me on top for one last time.  This German woman, for all my trash talk, isn’t trash or a whore.  She might even be my equal.  That is what will make it so wonderful.  Fighting and destroying my peer, in front of the old gang.  I might be slumming, but will feel powerfully good. 

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I am waiting in the office of the bar in a blue robe, my heels tapping.  Tonight is the night, she has directions to the place, she has confirmed her arrival.  Thank God this is a go.

I can hear a loud murmur from the packed bar.  I peek out and am surprised at the numbers of strangers.  How did they hear about this? The bell on the service entrance goes off and I hear Jimmy scurrying to open it, and greeting someone.  She has arrived and is ushered into the ramshackle kitchen.  James grabs me and asks “anything you two have to talk about?  it is fifteen minutes till fight time”.  I gulp, taking a complimentary shot of Crown Royal and say “ask her, I am ready”.

He brings us together and says “Lets go over the rules, no choking, no punching, and it goes on till the winner has had enough, right?  Just so each of you can recover a little, once, you can each call a three minute time out at any time or for any reason.  That will be the only break you get, ok?”  I nod, and he looks over at Anne.  “Well, you gals ready to go, I have a crowd waiting on this?”  I start to head out to the bar area, every nerve tingling.

[Anne_Cougar]

LINDA! 
It's online and we hadn't spoken in a long time.
Remember our fight. 
It was tough and honest and this time she was the better and won. 
I'm a fighter through and through, and whoever fights must expect to lose. 

Sent her a quick "hello" and asked how she was doing. 
She replied very kindly, but then proceeded to go on triumphantly about hers. 
It annoyed me how she stated. 
As she wrote, to be proud to have defeated a German bitch. 
That was too much. 
It took only a few messages before I gave her to understand that I did not want to let this defeat sit on me. 
So it was clear that there would be a rematch. 

Two weeks later I flew to Boston, stayed three days, enjoyed the city, and got over the jet lag. 
Then I traveled on and stayed in a nice hotel. 
The next day the time has come. 

Based on the description, I look for Dolan's Bar.
The bar is found quickly, as is the entrance at the parking lot. 
I ring the bell and am aware that i'm now entering the lioness's den. 
The door opens to a nice guy who leads me through the sloppy kitchen into an office. 

There she is!
I have no grudge against Linda, she is a fighter, won and humiliated me.  Just like I want to do with her today.  Greet you kindly, I am introduced to Jimmy and James and he gets straight to the point. 
The rules are quickly explained, Linda and I agree. 

"Whatever the outcome of this fight, dear Linda, I appreciate you and I'm looking forward to it. And since there is still a little time, I would like to have a big beer first!" 
With these words I sit down in my white dress, red bolero jacket and red high heels in one of the office's club armchairs. 

"And? Are you okay, Linda ?! I'm really looking forward to the fight with you ..."
Start a little conversation. 
This helps me to cover up my nervousness, not to think about the tingling in my stomach and the upcoming event all the time. 

The beer comes and I drink it with relish while we talk. 
Then our conversation is interrupted. 
It is time.

(Great Introduction!  )

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 It figures, she acts nice with the owner and soaks up a premium beer.  As I finish sipping my crown royal I give her a squinty glare.   She isn’t fooling me with her ‘it is all a sport ‘ chatter.  She just wants to humiliate me the way I did her.  I am still wearing my blue robe as I stand up, and I open it, flashing my black mesh outfit with black bra and panties.  “James, do you want to go out there and introduce us, I’ll be out in a moment” and he scurries out and I hear him yelling for everyone to quiet down.

In his absence, and in the only private moment we will have, I lean over you, slowly swaying , my breasts looming over you.  “You know you don’t measure up to me. “  I point and then poke my finger at your face, wanting to establish who is boss before we enter the bar.  I hear a huge cheer “That must be for me, Anne” and then another loud rumble.  “I guess you tried to bring along some trash to cheer for you”.

Maybe you are having a language problem, or perhaps you are just dense, but I can’t read your expression.  No matter, I inform you that “It’s time for you to get your fat ass out there, come on” and I reach to pull you out of the chair.
The door flips open and James states the obvious, it is showtime.

[Anne_Cougar]

You bend over me, your big tits swing back and forth in front of my face.  Your finger appears in front of my face and I listen to you grinning. 
I'm secretly happy that my talk excites you so much. 

"Sorry, sweetheart. I didn't consider that phrases can be taken literally. But don't worry, I'll show you and your big udders what I meant," I reply. 

Then I'll let you help me out of the armchair, open my dress and take it off.
Come to you in the white fishnet swimsuit, stand up right in front of you and we stand face to face. 
Thrust my breasts into yours. 

"You old witch! I shook hands with you in sporting fairness and you ignored it. I won't hold back for that and take terrible revenge for my past defeat!" 
I hiss. 
"And now go out!  Enjoy your last applause! "

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I hiss back, dropping my robe, as our breasts make contact, mine swell over yours as I feel your nipples press into my tits.  I yank myself back and pivot, as the door is held open, and I blink into the lights that were set up for the video camera, and see blurry faces and a thick crowd in the modest sized establishment.  I am ushered to my side of the dance floor, listening to the hoots and yells. 

LOOKING GOOD LINDA! Is a fine thing to hear, while people from my past point and gesture.  I haven’t fought here since just after my youngest daughter was born, my god, that was ages ago.  I am announced as DOLAN’S OWN LEGEND, LINDA! And I soak up the applause, only to hear clapping and hoots for HER OPPONENT, ALL THE WAY FROM GERMANY, ANNE!  I blink through the lights, and watch her acknowledging the polite greeting she has received.

REMEMBER, NO CHOKING AND NO PUNCHING.  LETS LET IT RIP!  And Dolan’s traditional opening bell, a screwdriver hitting a beer mug, sounds the start of the fight.  Probably less formal than the bitch is used to.

I can’t worry about the crowd, I have to start this right, and I stride forward, heels clacking, hands up, looking to slap her silly before she settles in and gets used to her surroundings.  I can feel my heart pounding, every nerve jangling.   My first slap will take care of my nerves.

[Anne_Cougar]

I enter the guest room, the reception is not as friendly for me as it is for Linda. 
But a "hey, you're hot baby!"  or "Come on, knock Linda off the throne!"  can be heard. 
I go to my side of the "dance floor" and wave to the slightly drunk crowd. 
A glass clink opens the fight and Linda comes up to me after a short lurking and gives me a resounding slap in the face. 
My cheek is turning red and I rub it.

"It's a statement, bitch!"  I hiss. 
The crowd hoots a first time and it's clear that the majority are on your side. 
But I will not be intimidated, come up to you, pull my hands up and try to reach into your red mane.

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What a feeling to have my palm sting from putting a handprint on her.  She tried to shrug it off as nothing, but her face rubbing was for real.  I ask if she wants to offer the other cheek, but instead she goes for my hair.  As tall as she is, I am not going to grab for hers, as I feel strands getting taut, but I lean into her, the two of us almost stumbling as we make contact.

The crowd screamed after I slapped her, shouting to GIVE HER ANOTHER, but some traitor yelled out BALD HER ,ANNE!  Pushing in close to her, my hands go to her shoulder and roughly scrape down, snagging the straps of her suit.  Is harder to shift them then I thought, but  I hope being topless in a foreign country while everyone is staring feels good.   

Owww, that damned hair pulling hurts, as I squirm into her, trying not to give her any space.  My heels don’t give much traction on the wood floor, but fortunately Dolan’s doesn’t polish it much.  I am making progress on one side, the strap now on her upper arm and yells of GET HER TOP DOWN ring out.  It looks like we are dancing, but I feel her breathing hard and straining,   Even I am puffing and starting to sweat.

[Anne_Cougar]

I have the hands full of your hair, crushing hard.
Your fingers, your fingernails on my shoulders as you try to pull down  the straps of the suites.
"Aaaaahh! What you can do, I can do too!"
I scream outrage.
Grab with the fingers of my right hand in the holes of the mesh tissue of your outfit and begin to tear it.
We continue to stumble over the dance floor, very close to the spectators.
I get a shock so we change our direction and we will stumble again to the center of the area.
Our heels rattle over the floor.
Now where I packed you on your dress, I see the opportunity to let go of your hair and hit your back on your back, your shoulders and your head. Splash! Splash! Splash!
I suggest faith, feeling like the fabric yields through my pull.
Throughout standings are impressed in the face of the fast-roughening fight.

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As I strain to peel her top down, she starts to thump me with her hand, although at least she let go of my hair.  A red strand or two is hanging in the air, as I push in even closer to her, feeling her hot flesh , as I quickly bite her shoulder.  Trying to use the surprise, I shove my head at your chin while working on your straps.  Damn, even though the straps are loose, you are still covered.

As I swirl around, clutching you, I see my outfit looking frayed, you pulled and tugged it, it looks awful.  I give up on the straps for now and clutch your breasts, digging into them.  The crowd roars  when they see me grab your globes.  MILK HER LINDA, GET HER ON ALL FOURS.  I wish I could see your expression as I sink my fingers in.

I pull away from you as best I can trying to drag you by your breasts.  “I’ll pull them off you!”  My hair is in my face, all the time I spent putting it up wasted after a few seconds of your yanking.  I shake my head to get it out of my eyes and look to see if you are opening your legs as I pull you.

[Anne_Cougar]

"Iaaaaah!" i scream sharply as you bite my shoulder, press your head against my chin.
When you don't manage to pull down the straps of my bathing suit, you grab my breasts, dig your fingers, your fingernails deep into my flesh.
You go back,start pullibg on mybeautiful round breasts and force me to make one, two steps forward.

I tear the remnants of the fabric that still covers your tits and destroy it completely.
My fingers dig hard into your limp udders.
"What you can do, i can do too" i hiss with a distorted voice.

The crowd hoits us, cheers us on frenetically, in view of the increasing roughness of the fight.

Wirh my legs hip-width apart, i try to keep my balance and not let you pull me me across the dance floor by my breasts.

Our skin shows signs of the use of fingers and fingernails on our tits, the skin burns and turns red.
In order to be able to pull harder, you have your legsone behind the other, your lap is without protection and i try to estimate how quickly i could grab you there in order to cause you even more pain in your most sensitive place.

Our painful groans are drowned out in thr noise of the cheering spectators.

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Although the onlookers don’t get a good view, I can see your breasts as I dig into them, having peeled the white top off of them.  They do get a flash of my white breasts as you shred my top, and they flap out, just before you grab mine.  I have a head start on the boob pulling though, and though I yelp from the pain, I yank you forward step by step. 

I see your legs spread apart, and I swing my knee up, saying “you should keep your legs closed, slut” as everyone is intently staring, wondering if I will successfully crush your woman hood.  Awkward as it is to move with us tangling, I think I got my knee up there.  I wish you were not taller than me I try to pull upwards on your boobs as I kick, both to block your vision of what I am doing, and to get you off balance and avoid a counter blow at my sweet snatch.  I hate bitches with long legs.

I glance around, to see where we are, and we are a few feet from the pool tables, with the spectators shifting to give us room but staying close enough to see every detail.  The flashes from the cameras are blinding, but I hope they got a good picture of my knee hitting her.  Everything is a blur, and I flip my hair again, it keeps falling in my face and sticking to my forehead.   I am squirming in hopes that my sweaty breasts will slip out of your clutches.  How dare she try to maul my tits !

[Anne_Cougar]

You guess what I'm going to do and get me before.
I hear how you say, I should keep my legs closed, as your knee hit hard between my thighs.
With far-torn eyes, I hold my lap, wants to sink on my knees.
But you hold my tits firmly and does not allow it.
The pain moves through my body, paralyzes me, makes me unable to fight you.
Your successful action lets my anger on you to immeasurably rise.
You steer us in the direction of pool tables, while I try to get control of me again.

[linftr]

Cheers erupt, LINDA GOT HER.  LOOK SHE IS OUT OF IT.  GET PICTURES OF THIS.   The bar is throbbing with noise, beer being splashed by all the happy celebrants.  I felt my knee hit solidly, just was not sure what I hit, but I am now almost holding you up by the tits, and towing you towards the pool tables, your heels scuffling on the floor.  This is too easy, I say to myself, also thinking ‘but it won’t be for this one’ as it takes me a little while to shift your big carcass towards the table.

I sling you onto the table, face first, your bottom and legs hanging off it, and immediately start tugging the suit down.  “Lets get you naked, I know you like showing off” and lean over the table and hitch your suit down to your hips.   “You fat blob, its stuck at your ass” and slap your now wriggling butt hard.  The sound is heard over all the yelling and the mob claps for me.  “Just wait until I get her suit off her, you will really hear the spanking”.

This is what I dreamed of, coming back to Dolan’s after all these years and gaining a glorious win.  I pay attention to you again, as you are starting to stir, and to remind you what is in store, I dart my hand between your thighs and scratch that meaty leg, leaving marks.  “Lay there, Anne, I am not done with you.