Erin Lee.
I'll start off by saying i'm a Brit, a competitive Brit, a Brit who loves competition of the physical kind. By that i mean i love to wrestle and i also love to catfight and yes, a combination of the two. Now you may think from this that all i like to do is destroy whoever i take on, but not so. What i love most is a real close, tight, intense tussle. If i lose so be it but this kind of combat turns lil Erin on. Course i do set out to win any match or fight i'm in but i'm no eastern European muscle bound chick so from time to time i get my tushie handed to me and that's ok too. Now i've told you what goes on in my noggin i'll lay out the stats. I'm 27 years young, 5'7" around 125lbs. For the drooling guys out there i've got a 34C chest. Now down to the point of this missive....I recently got an email from a cousin who moved to the US of A a few years ago. She lives in Louisiana. Now all i know about Louisiana is what i see on tv about rednecks killing alligators and catching snakes...but i digress. The email was to let me know that there is a chick living there that he had become friendly with. This chick who goes by the name of Bella is also a fighter/wrestler. Her ring name is Belladonna, so it doesn't take a genius to work out this chick is no push over. Anywho, apparently my cousin informed Bella that he had a cousin in Britland who enjoyed the competition and would she be interested in him setting up a meet between us. Of course she jumped at the idea. Now i'm not about to fly half way around the world just for a tussle but it's time for my holidays and i'm coming to the States anyway. So, after exchanging emails, phone calls, messages and pics, we agreed to meet up at Bella's place....and that dear reader is the start of a conflict that could run and run, it's only right that you hear from Bella, so i'll pass you over to her.
Quote from: Erin Lee on August 07, 2025, 09:08:57 AM
Erin Lee.
I'll start off by saying i'm a Brit, a competitive Brit, a Brit who loves competition of the physical kind. By that i mean i love to wrestle and i also love to catfight and yes, a combination of the two. Now you may think from this that all i like to do is destroy whoever i take on, but not so. What i love most is a real close, tight, intense tussle. If i lose so be it but this kind of combat turns lil Erin on. Course i do set out to win any match or fight i'm in but i'm no eastern European muscle bound chick so from time to time i get my tushie handed to me and that's ok too. Now i've told you what goes on in my noggin i'll lay out the stats. I'm 27 years young, 5'7" around 125lbs. For the drooling guys out there i've got a 34C chest. Now down to the point of this missive....I recently got an email from a cousin who moved to the US of A a few years ago. She lives in Louisiana. Now all i know about Louisiana is what i see on tv about rednecks killing alligators and catching snakes...but i digress. The email was to let me know that there is a chick living there that he had become friendly with. This chick who goes by the name of Bella is also a fighter/wrestler. Her ring name is Belladonna, so it doesn't take a genius to work out this chick is no push over. Anywho, apparently my cousin informed Bella that he had a cousin in Britland who enjoyed the competition and would she be interested in him setting up a meet between us. Of course she jumped at the idea. Now i'm not about to fly half way around the world just for a tussle but it's time for my holidays and i'm coming to the States anyway. So, after exchanging emails, phone calls, messages and pics, we agreed to meet up at Bella's place....and that dear reader is the start of a conflict that could run and run, it's only right that you hear from Bella, so i'll pass you over to her.
First I would like to thank my proper British cousin for the chance to kick her bootie. *giggles* Seriously it is an honor. Have you seen her fights with Mishrocks? If not you should read them. I read them and I looked forward to this day. lol enough of that no one wants to read a sappy love fest you want to hear about the fight? Am I right?
So as my cousin said I'm Belladonna, but go by the shorter version Bella as tell me a girl who has not watched Beauty and the Beast and wanted to be Belle? I did and I was lucky to be given the name Belladonna, but that is a poison so I shorten it to Bella as I don't want to feel like some stuck up bitch. * cough* Erin * cough* *cough* I got off track again. It happens but I promise I'll keep it under control from this point on as much as I can. I mean I don't want to be though of as long winded as my "posh" British cousin just talking to
hear herself talk. So back to the fight preps.
I could call her a "proper c*nt" as I'm sure many have called her behind her back and in fights, but lacks something without the accent and sure I could mimic one,but that might offend her ladyship and far be it to want to offend anyone with this retelling of how we met up and renewed family ties as it were. Plus she can make a sailor blush which I'm sure she might if she is honest with her words and comments. Again sorry for the long aside but you have to understand I'm trying to live up to legends here folks so while no do run off I swear it all will payoff.
So after emails were exchanged threats were made and pics exchanged. We agreed to meet on her next trip to the States. I invited her to come for Mari Gras but she could not make it. So instead I kept things at a simmer us shooting catty emails back and forth and settled on a few rules for our fight.
Rule 1: No blood
Rule 2: no low blows
Rule 3: No broken bones.
If you need them explained to you or why we chose them to barrow a term from the British people "Piss off ya Wanker!" I hope I used that correctly. Anyway almost done with droning on here I promise. One last bit I'm 5 7" 125 pounds and a 36C for the horny men folks and ladies who care about such things.
So the day came and I woke up an hour early so I could shower and dress and move the brake able stuff to the spare bedroom. Last time that will be brought up I'm sure as the fight happened and we did range a bit but never there.
Also I won a lot and loss as well. I'm not super girl or woman. As why fight of you could win with out trying. And the struggle is the best part. Although flying would be cool no lieing about that so with the brakeables moved and the living room cleared out I sat down on my couch to await the grand arrival of the lady or the hour, the bitch that is too sour to ever be called sweet. The posh princess herself Miss Erin lee. Back to you Cuz :)
Wow what a great match. 2 incredible women, but i have to support the lady local to me. Come on Erin
It's necessary for me to catch a plane, that's a flying bird to you Louisiana types. First class naturally, Erin likes her champagne and nibbles. Did i mention i am a Brit? I did...well no harm in reinforcing it...right? My redneck cousin seems to think i'm posh, well so i am but to be fair, if i was living in a cardboard box under a railway bridge i'd still seem posh to Bella. The plane lands at Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport and after a short delay while i reclaim my luggage i hire an uber to take me to Bella's place.
Stepping out of said Uber i slip off my Sabbia Baby Cashmere long coat. It's much hotter here than i'm used to. Barely 65F when i departed Manchester International, it has to be close to 100F here. I pick my way to Bella's door, eyes darting left and right for signs of snakes. We have snakes at home but they are the two legged variety though i must admit, they do tend to slither around, especially in town when the night draws in and the amber liquid loosens up morals.
I rap on the door to Bella's shack, nah, i must be fair, it's not really a shack, more a hovel. I really though she would have done better for herself than this, no wonder she calls me posh. I swat away a rather large spider with the back of my gloved hand and rap again, i am NOT used to being kept waiting...for anything.
Then the door creaks open, (think Addams family type creak...spooky huh) and there stand Bella. For a moment i stand there, my eyes travelling over her body from her toes to the hair on her head. She's the opposite of her *house* she has clearly spent her money on a reasonably qualified plastic surgeon. "Cousin" i purrr as i toss my coat at her, then i drop my mono carry on case on her feet and push past her into the house.
"I assume you at least have some refreshments available before we get into the action?" i hiss, i'm on my holidays and i have no intention of spending it in this God forsaken hell hole, California being much more my idea of a holiday, might even drop in on my friend Mish who lives in......classified information.
Not waiting for Bella i march into her lounge which is empty of furniture. "Hmmmm i see you are all business, but a drink would be appreciated prior to me giving you a beating" I push past her again, i'm sure she can speak but do i really care what she has to say? Finding a bedroom stacked with furniture i drag a chair out and into the lounge. "Well....i'm waiting...drinkie poos"
Quote from: Erin Lee on August 09, 2025, 06:58:18 PM
It's necessary for me to catch a plane, that's a flying bird to you Louisiana types. First class naturally, Erin likes her champagne and nibbles. Did i mention i am a Brit? I did...well no harm in reinforcing it...right? My redneck cousin seems to think i'm posh, well so i am but to be fair, if i was living in a cardboard box under a railway bridge i'd still seem posh to Bella. The plane lands at Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport and after a short delay while i reclaim my luggage i hire an uber to take me to Bella's place.
Stepping out of said Uber i slip off my Sabbia Baby Cashmere long coat. It's much hotter here than i'm used to. Barely 65F when i departed Manchester International, it has to be close to 100F here. I pick my way to Bella's door, eyes darting left and right for signs of snakes. We have snakes at home but they are the two legged variety though i must admit, they do tend to slither around, especially in town when the night draws in and the amber liquid loosens up morals.
I rap on the door to Bella's shack, nah, i must be fair, it's not really a shack, more a hovel. I really though she would have done better for herself than this, no wonder she calls me posh. I swat away a rather large spider with the back of my gloved hand and rap again, i am NOT used to being kept waiting...for anything.
Then the door creaks open, (think Addams family type creak...spooky huh) and there stand Bella. For a moment i stand there, my eyes travelling over her body from her toes to the hair on her head. She's the opposite of her *house* she has clearly spent her money on a reasonably qualified plastic surgeon. "Cousin" i purrr as i toss my coat at her, then i drop my mono carry on case on her feet and push past her into the house.
"I assume you at least have some refreshments available before we get into the action?" i hiss, i'm on my holidays and i have no intention of spending it in this God forsaken hell hole, California being much more my idea of a holiday, might even drop in on my friend Mish who lives in......classified information.
Not waiting for Bella i march into her lounge which is empty of furniture. "Hmmmm i see you are all business, but a drink would be appreciated prior to me giving you a beating" I push past her again, i'm sure she can speak but do i really care what she has to say? Finding a bedroom stacked with furniture i drag a chair out and into the lounge. "Well....i'm waiting...drinkie poos"
To be honest folks I almost grabbed her and threw her out of my apartment off the balcony.,.. The only thing that stopped me was dealing with the NOPD (New Orleans Police Department) for the British folks think of Bobbies but with guns and bad attitudes so the idea of a Britain woman in the middle of the biggest tourist spots would piss them off not to mention the idea of landing on a tourist. So after a deep breath I paused and looked at her and waited her to get settled in her chair and came out of the kitchen with a glass of sweet tea and a bottle of water with a glass as she is British and it be rude to assume she likes to she drinks from a bottle Even if it is Fuji water my personal favorite.
"Water or tea your choice"
She smiled politely, and took the bottle of water, and proceeded to unscrew the cap and swipe around the edge of the bottle and took a drink as I sat down on my couch and smiled back with my tea and took a seat and the tray to the side and looked at my cousin for a moment. First this was the bitch who I've heard so much about? Her? Really? I mean people treat her like a "Goddess" or a "Boogiewoman"
I mean I read a few accounts of fights she had and they did not match the women I thought of. Still covers could be wrong right?
" So can I ask you a question? "
" Of course cousin "
"You are Erin Lee.,.,The Erin Lee right? The one who fought Mishrocks?"
This when things became a little odd her face flushed with color, but her eyes twinkled with something could of been pride or thoughts about plans the next time she hooked up with Mishrocks whatever it was not my business.
"You heard about that?"
"Yes we have internet here to spite what people think we are not toothless swamp rats who hunt gators or snakes like on tv...."
" I know that love I just shocked people talk about that Michelle will be so surprised when I tell her about that. "
"Oh okay you are going to see her?"
"Of course she is a dear friend she invited me to stay with her I'm looking forward to California sun. Can you blame me? This is a quick stop then it is off to California to see Michelle....."
'Oh no I guess not I'd love to meet her she was a hell of a scrapper from what I read."
"She is but she is also a dear friend"
Now it is my turn to get color from the thoughts that were flashing through my head thinking about what those crazy
hitches would do once they got together again then again it was a fun show alas that is not what this is about so to avoid another long a side about two women fighting and all which is what I am need to get back to right? Thought so. We made polite chat I have to admit I was a bit nervous about how I'd measure up to other fighters cuz had,but it seems a little late to back out. She came here to fight and she was going to get the best my Yankee ass could give her. She sat there smirking like she could read my thoughts as I sat there trying to remain cool and calm sipping my tea...
"You are okay?"
That was the million dollar question I thought about as I swirled my tea knowing every moment I waited I was letting the legend and hype get in my head and what was worse she fucking knew it. So after I drank the last swallow of tea and exhaled a deep breath I looked at her dead in her eyes and smirked back.
"Fine was just thinkin' about what I was gonna do tomorrow took the day off from the bar I work at to play tour guide for you. Now I have a whole day off with nuttin to do."
"Sorry love didn't think you would want me around for a proper visit. Besides I doubt playing tour guide to me will be much fun for either of us to feel up to it if you fight as well as you talk.
Then she smiled I'm not sure if it in a way that was to calm my nerves or not, but it worked. I felt a little better, but this is how I am. I get nervous as a long tailed cat in a room of rockers,but that never lasts I can be a cocky bitch,and I know it. So with that is where I went in my head it helps. I smirked at her and sat up. Then with my best impression of her accent I say. " Well dearest cousin if you are ready I can clear the rubbish and we can handle why you came here... " Then I bounced to .my feet tray in hand my glass on it and waiting for hers. Was I taking a risk? Maybe but you gotta play the game if you want to win,and this was the start, and the best part was we both knew what we were playing.....
Over to you dearest cousin...:)
I'm looking forward to this matchup, Sorry Bella but I never go against Erin.
Jeepers creepers, does my cousin like to talk or what? Maybe it's a plan to send me to sleep but as someone once said Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth! I will give her this however, she talks good and credit for the bottle of water she provided, after many hours of travelling to get here in Louisiana, i needed it.
Now, a lil more about this upcoming fight, if my cousin will allow me just a soupcon of time to express my thoughts. You may be thinking...and quite rightly in my humble opinion, that, spending so much time travelling will place me very much at a disadvantage when it comes to getting down and dirty. But you see dear reader, i spent well over half of the flying time in the land of nod studying the insides of my eyelids, so, apart from the unbearable heat here in this southern state, i'm really quite refreshed and ready to scrap. Ok, that's enough yap from me although i may drop in some insights or trash talk when the fight begins.
So, as Bella waits with her tray for my bottle i look up at her and smile, then i place said bottle on said tray and ease myself up off the chair. " I take it i can get changed first, maybe in the bedroom?" She nods and i take hold of the back of the chair and drag it back to where i got it from. Then i collect my case and vanish into the bedroom to get changed. First, everything comes off until i am starkers, i would go into much more detail but i'm sure you readers are anxious for the fight to start? Whats that? you are in no hurry and want descriptions of Erin getting naked? Well ok then.
First off my Fernando Berlin black knee high boots are unzipped and peeled off, closely followed by my sheer mesh tights. Then i stretch out my arms above my head and have a lil wiggle before i peel off my shirt, button by button, much slower than opening a present on Christmas Day. Now i'm stood in my bra, skirt and thong. So next i bend forwards and run the palms of my hands down over my admittedly toned thighs that always seem to get admiring glances from the male of the species. I rise back up, my hands doing the same as before but in reverse. The skirt gets unzipped and is allowed to drop to the floor from where i step out of it. Just the bra and thong to go now guys. I unclasp the bra and toss it on the bed. My 34C's are now free of their constraints but still stand proud and firm on my naked chest, my nipples are already semi excited and showing some firmness. I then shimmy out of my thong which also ends up on the bed. So there we go, fuller description given...can i get on with my work now...pretty please?
I delve into my case and bring out a black Melissa Odabash (quite an appropriate designer doncha thing?) noto bikini which nicely fits the curves of my body. I turn to look in the full length mirror and smile at what i'm seeing. This part always seems to annoy the girls, they seem to think i am too much into myself, well when ya look this good bitches why the hell shouldn't i enjoy a good and proud look?
With my shoulder length brunette hair tied back in a ponytail, my nails matching my lips, post office red, my eyeshadow light blue....do i need to say more. I'm ready to go meet my cousin in combat.
And so, i exit the bedroom and enter the lounge where i commence a bit of light stretching while i wait for my cousin to reappear. I wonder what she'll be wearing....don't you?
Talk about talking thanks for the clothes run down I guess she does not believe in The bard's advice about "Brevity being the soul of wit" so i promise I will be quick this time as I'm eager to get to the fight. After discarding the tray on the counter and checking my make up in a small compact mirror once I knew it was perfect I walked out of my kitchen in my homemade "Lee" jean cutoffs and stripped tank top the same I walked in wearing and looked at her and took get in. Her body was impressive as i wet my lips and then unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall to the floor. Theyou should stepped out of them and kicked them to the side to expose my thong panties then unhook my bra and pull it from the sleeve of my tank top.and smiled at her.
" I hope your okay me fighting in this I can change if you feel my tee is unfair or gives me unfair protection?"
"Not at all cousin I'm sure it rips just fine...."
After that veiled jab I almost took my top off to prove to her I was not scared of her, but stopped myself and smoothed out my thin top seeing the fire dance in her eyes. This was going to be fun, and stipping a cocky bitch was part of the fun as i let my smirk settle on my lips then started to stretch a little as I was ready to fight but it seemed rude to jump the gun taking a deep breath and letting my mind lock in on fighting as I was ready as I could be. No need to drop into a split to intimate her it wss time to fight, and I was more than ready for that. Oh course I had a stay thought or two about the fun I'd have once she was my little slut, but that was for later for now I had to win... Would I? That would be telling *giggles* and what fun would that me?
Over to you dearest cousin.
Bella appears in Daisy Dukes and a white T. She makes a great play of removing her bra from under the T, all for my benefit i imagine. Here's the thing, i have no interest in what she thinks or says, to quote one of my idols..."Life is so constructed that the event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation" and Bella will do well to remember that. She clearly expects to beat me up and use me like some sort of feeble sex toy, no doubt there are more than a few readers who would rejoice in that happening, but i can assure you, it will not happen. Bella will be dragging her sorry ass round her hovel for days after we fight...and talking of the fight...
As Bella comes to a halt, finally done with divesting herself of her bra, i walk up to her, arms down by my sides offering no threat to her just at this moment. We stand, forehead against forehead, breast pressed against breast. "You sure you wanna go through with this bitch?" Of course she does. I flex my right arm and allow her to feel my bicep, then i tense up my right thigh and guide her hand down so she can feel the strength of my muscles. I can hear a change in her breathing, it's coming faster, deeper. A hint of sweat appears on her top lip and her forehead. I bead of that sweat trickles down her nose and drips onto her T. I slip my right hand under her T and gently cup her left tit, feeling the stiffness in her nipple. "Oh so you are ready aren't you"
I remove my hand, take two steps back and aim a slap at her left cheek..."Let the fight begin you cheap bitch"
I have to admit she has big old lady balls doesn't she? Molesting me like that then slapping me like I'm some common bitch,or rather beneath her. Fuck that noise. So I take a moment to collect my thoughts and brush my hair out of my eyes. Now to be honest I was beyond pissed that a woman I respected and lauded. My family member would think I was just looking to make her my sex toy. I'm sure that I was trembling with rage as I walked towards her and without raising a hand to threaten her.
I pressed my forehead to hers and spoke to her in a bearly audible audible growl while a stared in her eyes and spoke.
" Your legend does not scare me, the fact you are family means less then the dirt in my vacuum. I was thinking about the fun I was going to have with you for a moment...*pausing to bring my left hand up and then turn it around and slowly begin running it slowly down your cheek* That is over I'm going to fight you till I can't move and try to fuck you up. You stuck up British C*unt.... So get ready for your own "America Revolution!"
I have to admit I was seeing red and I was turned on. Not by the slap or the fire that danced in Erin's eyes. That did excite me I'm not going to lie about the rush I felt in the moment. I knew this wss going to be a war.my hand reached i thought about grabbing her hair and starting the war rift tere instead I slowly rings my left hand up,angle turned it to the side and brought it down slowly and gently starting at the hairline,and moved down till Ireached her chin and I let it fall to my side as her nipples were rock hard i felt them jabbing through her top and so were mine and a stepped back, and then began to back up and kept backing up till there was about four feet away from each otther. Then began bouncing on my toes and circling you did the same as the time for threats and talking were over. I felt the smirk on my face return as we circled each other fiening moves and trying to get a bite maybe make a mistake but we both seemed to enjoy the tension till finally after what felt like hours I decided to stop dancing and walked up to you waiting for you to step in front of me it felt like days but it wss a matter of seconds and I swung at you with my left hand and it connected while i'd love to say it was a left hook and you went down in a heap. It was just a open handed slap and it felt so bloody good the feeling of your skin under my hand and my nails scaping your flesh as it slid along your cheek I shivered slightly I think I might of had my first orgasm of the day and we just started. I then dropped my hand and began to move again as that was just payback as you had it coming.
Watching both ladies closely. Strong feelings of excitement and anticipation running through me. Trying to stay cool, but it is impossible as i look at both ladies amazing attire and bodies. Not knowing where to look, my eyes go back and forward from both your faces to your amazing bodies. My eyes get stuck on Erin's cleavage i her so sexy outfit. Then they switch to Bella's eyes as i try to read them and anticipate her moves.
Moving to the edge of my seat and gulping a quick sip of beer. I still support Erin, but really liking and admiring both ladies and the battle ahead.
I knew what to expect, at least i thought i did. I'd heard the stories about how you get into fights and how you really enjoy them. The most dangerous one's to fight are the ones who enjoy pain. I can't say i enjoy it, but i can live with it whilst dishing out some of my own. So as you sidle your way back up close to me my eyes are drawn to the clenched fist that you seem to be trying to hide, or are you? Are you trying to intimidate me? You can save yourself the trouble, i don't intimidate especially by a redneck tramp like you. Actually you look quite flushed and i don't mean from the slap i just gave you, seems my ploy of playing with your breast has quite turned you on.
With just half an eye now on your fist and my focus more on your words i fail to see you uncurl your fingers and swipe your palm against my cheek. I stagger a lil and my head is snapped to the side, that was a stinging slap i must admit, you have some power in that arm. I slowly turn my face back to look at you, my hand gently touching the burning area of flesh where your hand landed. "Let's get to it...skank" i hiss
I need to weaken you but we first go back to circling each other, eyes narrowed, breath coming in heavy bursts. This is gonna get serious in a hurry. I stop circling and turn towards you, moving slickly i come at you intending to weaken you before i have my way with you. As i rush you i have my arms loose and ready. We almost collide but my arms snare your waist and wrap around you, i drop my head so the crown is below your chin, then i interlace my fingers behind your back and start to squeeze, looking to take the air out of your lungs if i can. Our bodies are tightly pressed against each other, i try to squeeze tighter and lift you slightly off your feet.
Quote from: Erin Lee on August 14, 2025, 02:07:27 PM
I knew what to expect, at least i thought i did. I'd heard the stories about how you get into fights and how you really enjoy them. The most dangerous one's to fight are the ones who enjoy pain. I can't say i enjoy it, but i can live with it whilst dishing out some of my own. So as you sidle your way back up close to me my eyes are drawn to the clenched fist that you seem to be trying to hide, or are you? Are you trying to intimidate me? You can save yourself the trouble, i don't intimidate especially by a redneck tramp like you. Actually you look quite flushed and i don't mean from the slap i just gave you, seems my ploy of playing with your breast has quite turned you on.
With just half an eye now on your fist and my focus more on your words i fail to see you uncurl your fingers and swipe your palm against my cheek. I stagger a lil and my head is snapped to the side, that was a stinging slap i must admit, you have some power in that arm. I slowly turn my face back to look at you, my hand gently touching the burning area of flesh where your hand landed. "Let's get to it...skank" i hiss
I need to weaken you but we first go back to circling each other, eyes narrowed, breath coming in heavy bursts. This is gonna get serious in a hurry. I stop circling and turn towards you, moving slickly i come at you intending to weaken you before i have my way with you. As i rush you i have my arms loose and ready. We almost collide but my arms snare your waist and wrap around you, i drop my head so the crown is below your chin, then i interlace my fingers behind your back and start to squeeze, looking to take the air out of your lungs if i can. Our bodies are tightly pressed against each other, i try to squeeze tighter and lift you slightly off your feet.
I have thoughts that I don't share with the world at large, but so do you. So does my cousin Erin if I were going to guess hers are she is not as posh as she appears. Not that is bad or shameful. It is just the way she throws off the people she fights. It is subterfuge. I'm sure when she is hope she tips pints with her mates and maybe shares stories about what she has done and saw. Me I'm the same, but my "dodge" hurts a bit. People think I crave pain. I love it. I'm a masochistic that I thrive on pain. That's true but only to a point. I enjoy pain no doubt so does everyone who fights, but I'm more about the exchange of pain that gets me going.
That is why the slap got me there. Its because I knew that would start the war,and so it did. Erin grabbed my waist and lifted me like I was trash on the dock and began to squeeze and shake me. I was both excited and nervous as from this position she could end the fight by dropping me on her out starched knee. I did not expect that as it would be too fast and she left my arms free. Hints she wanted me to get out probably subconscious. So as she lifted me and squeezed me I looked in her eyes and laughed a full throated laugh. Boy did that piss her off. I could tell from the squeeze she put on my ribs. The air rushed out of my lungs as I coughed. Then when she relaxed enough to let me get a breath back I took it. Then I began my counter attack pressing my thumbs into her eyes. Not dangerous as I was not about to blind her or something as dumb as that. I'd rather draw a mostashe on the Mona Lisa then blind the artist who was my cousin. The question was she trusting me,or was I going up again and I'd to become more cutthroat?Trust is tough between fighters, because if you become confident and comfortable wIth a person you fight you might as well give up,and I don't want that. Don't worry gentle reader we have miles to go before we sleep and far to much on to either of us to give up so I leave it here. Cousin your up you bitter tea...my favorite type I don't like sugar in my tea :) A tip from your future mistress....
With my arms wrapped around you and having you lifted off the floor i have proved i have the strength to do it. What you do next though i did not expect. I mean i guess i should have expected some nasty response, the Lee blood flows through your veins, so much so it's almost like fighting my twin. You go for my eyes. Now i have no wish to be made blind, is it something you'd do to win a fight? I can't take that risk.
A gasp escapes my lips followed by a screech. I unwrap my arms and thrust my palms against your chest as i look to drive you back into the wall. I stagger back, blinking wildly as i try to clear the tears from my eyes. I use the heel of my right hand to wipe them free and my vision returns to normal. I take a deep breath. If this bitch wants to play dirty then so will i.
I move closer to her, my left arm snakes out and my fingers grasp at her throat. " You are gonna regret doing that bitch" i snarl My right hand bunches up into a fist and i drive it hard up at your stomach looking to wind you. I'm very aware your arms are still free and i'm ready for any further attempts to attack my eyes.
Quote from: Erin Lee on August 15, 2025, 09:47:00 AM
With my arms wrapped around you and having you lifted off the floor i have proved i have the strength to do it. What you do next though i did not expect. I mean i guess i should have expected some nasty response, the Lee blood flows through your veins, so much so it's almost like fighting my twin. You go for my eyes. Now i have no wish to be made blind, is it something you'd do to win a fight? I can't take that risk.
A gasp escapes my lips followed by a screech. I unwrap my arms and thrust my palms against your chest as i look to drive you back into the wall. I stagger back, blinking wildly as i try to clear the tears from my eyes. I use the heel of my right hand to wipe them free and my vision returns to normal. I take a deep breath. If this bitch wants to play dirty then so will i.
I move closer to her, my left arm snakes out and my fingers grasp at her throat. " You are gonna regret doing that bitch" i snarl My right hand bunches up into a fist and i drive it hard up at your stomach looking to wind you. I'm very aware your arms are still free and i'm ready for any further attempts to attack my eyes.
Sorry but I need to roll back the tape a bit here to give you Dear reader the way "A fighter's mind works."this is just my prospective, and how I see it so take it with a grain of salt, but it will be worthwhile,and interesting I hope. I was pressing Erin's eyes inward a threat to her site. She had to assess my willingness to blind her in a few seconds, and she did. Thankfully for me and you dear reader. Both of us and her are happy with her choice she is too I think we'll see as our story roll on. So it's back into the beech dear readers for as I said miles to go and all that.
As I'm slammed with force into the wall.things hung up rattle and shake. The thing that is under the rage she is feeling is the excitement. I know it as I feel it too. I know my body will hurt tomorrow and ill sleep like the dead win or lose.still I hiss out a chuckle as the "the snake on my throat tightens it grip" A gentle warning that the viper was done with head games. I grinned a mad woman's grin, and grabbed her hips tight and hard then I started to bounce my left foot on the floor like I was starting to tune up the band for a knee driven up into my cousins belly. As I kept my foot bouncing I honestly thought she was going to choke me out. Then she leaned in close and said something in my ear...."What? That be telling and out of respect for the little black teabag. Ill let her share it if she wishes" this is a public fight but I've given you enough of my thoughts and speculation on Erin Lee.deserves the chance to reveal what she whispered, or does my knee free me? Honestly it could be a clever setup for a headbutt. I would not put it past me either since I'm pinned to the wall a hand tight to my throat, hand hands holding her hips tight. Squeezing tight with my left foot tapping out a beat for the band to come alive and play 1....2...cuz all yours :)
The bitches back thuds into the wall, i bet that rattled her teeth it sure rattled the pictures of snakes you have hanging there. Pictures of snakes, hmmm, maybe some of the guys you've been out with cos you sure wouldn't pull anything normal. I hold your throat tightly in one hand while i slam my fist into your gut, only that punch has no effect whatsoever, you totally ignore it. My eyes widen at this, that crazed look in your eyes isn't just for effect it seems, you really are a crazed nut.
You start to bounce your left foot, i squeeze your throat tighter as i try and take some of the desire to fight out of you, i try another punch to your gut but your leg keeps on bouncing. Am i way outta my depth here i wonder. It's not a thought that has often visited my brain. I'm starting to sweat but i still retain belief that i can defeat you, i lean in against you, i keep my legs closed tightly, no way will i allow you to nail my pussy with that knee.
"I'm going to own you" i whisper in her left ear, trying to worm my way into her head, she knows how much she enjoyed me fondling her breast, her nipples were a give away, she also knows i know she enjoyed it and that's her weakness. We are fighters and we'll do whatever it takes to beat our opponent. From what i've heard about you we aren't so different when it comes to things like that.
I press my thigh up against your bouncing leg, lets see you nail me with that now, i'm fairly sure you can't headbutt me as i have a tight hold on your throat. "Bout time you slumped down onto your knees where you belong, doncha think?" i hiss
Go Erin, take her DOWN!
Quote from: Erin Lee on August 16, 2025, 10:29:18 AM
The bitches back thuds into the wall, i bet that rattled her teeth it sure rattled the pictures of snakes you have hanging there. Pictures of snakes, hmmm, maybe some of the guys you've been out with cos you sure wouldn't pull anything normal. I hold your throat tightly in one hand while i slam my fist into your gut, only that punch has no effect whatsoever, you totally ignore it. My eyes widen at this, that crazed look in your eyes isn't just for effect it seems, you really are a crazed nut.
You start to bounce your left foot, i squeeze your throat tighter as i try and take some of the desire to fight out of you, i try another punch to your gut but your leg keeps on bouncing. Am i way outta my depth here i wonder. It's not a thought that has often visited my brain. I'm starting to sweat but i still retain belief that i can defeat you, i lean in against you, i keep my legs closed tightly, no way will i allow you to nail my pussy with that knee.
"I'm going to own you" i whisper in her left ear, trying to worm my way into her head, she knows how much she enjoyed me fondling her breast, her nipples were a give away, she also knows i know she enjoyed it and that's her weakness. We are fighters and we'll do whatever it takes to beat our opponent. From what i've heard about you we aren't so different when it comes to things like that.
I press my thigh up against your bouncing leg, lets see you nail me with that now, i'm fairly sure you can't headbutt me as i have a tight hold on your throat. "Bout time you slumped down onto your knees where you belong, doncha think?" i hiss
First of all the pics are not toothless swamp rats hunting snakes. I think she needs a lesson in respect and a hurricane, but alast that is not fair just like me talking like a Guy Ritchie character which I felt like at the moment since she closed her legs to block my knee from hitting her but I telegraphed it in hindsight,but whining about past mistakes is what losers do. I needed to focus on fighting. I think everyone would agree.
So I'm breathing as little as possible. Then suddenly I begin to fight I buck and struggle wildly. I get my head forward enough to brush her hair, and she adds her hand that was holding my hair to her wrist to keep my head down as my breathing became steady as her grip tightened cutting off my mouth cycling anything useful as I squeezed your hips three times once hard then two more times
each a little weaker as my breathing slowed,and shallower then my thumbs hooked her bottoms and as I lowered to the floor her face seemed to change. It was in my head,but she went from warrior goddess to sad weary woman. Who was looking for something and I let her down...it was not a loss it was the fight I think. She felt cheated I think. This is all point of view.
I let my grin fade slowly and my eyes finally went to half open. As I let myself glide to the floor. Her grip loosened a lot as I fell on my ass totally and my face relaxed and I feined a lot as best as I could.in my head I was panicked did I just lose? Was this it? I wanted to jump up and scream "where are you going bitch? I'm not done!" Thankfully it was in my head where "evil bella" lives and rules with an iron fist. On the outside I looked beaten until a moment to get back in the fight came as all I needed was her to let go of my throat I had plans to tackle the bitch and get it to the floor.... OTY CUZ
Forgive me for this aside please it could be the grip my cousin has on my throat, but I've been thinking about this during fights forever. It creeps in when lulls happen,or my air gets short. My mind begins to wonder to why I fight? Is it the thrill of battle, or a f you to the world who thinks woman fighting is shameful and wrong? Probably, but for me it goes deeper i think. I mean besides loving woman I could get into that, but no time to get into that besides that would lead to other asides, and so on. So I will just say women are great to fight for a number of reasons from smell to style of attack and more. Again aside sidestepping I'll move on.
My Mother was a proper lady. So I was raised to be one. I know she looks down on me and sighs wondering where she went wrong. The thing is I'm not ashamed of enjoying fighting or using my body to tell a story. In fact, I feel honored anyone wants to read a read a recount of a fight I had. To me fighting is how I get closer to "God" Okay when you start getting into religion its time to stop. Erin is next..
Slowly but surely i can feel your strength, the desire you have to fight back, fade. You go down in installments until your butt hits the floor and you recline onto your back. Am i meant to take this at face value or not?...Or not i would imagine but i release my grip on your throat. I want to beat you for sure but i'm not about to go on the run accused of murdering you. I'm a fighter not a psychotic maniac.
I prod you with my toes, "c'mon cuz, get up, let's see what ya made of" i taunt
I back up a bit away from you and grab a bottle of water, after taking a slug of the refreshing liquid i splash the rest over you. Now while i may not be a genius, i'm also not a complete fool so i keep at least one eye on you at all times. I don't want to get caught in any of the kind of attacks the local snakes seem to be so good at, namely the constrictors.
I look to take hold of a towel which was in the corner of the room, just want to give myself a bit of a wipe down, don't want any sweat trickling down into my eyes. It's then i drop into a slight crouch as i wait for you to continue the scrap.
Quote from: Erin Lee on August 18, 2025, 06:44:44 PM
Slowly but surely i can feel your strength, the desire you have to fight back, fade. You go down in installments until your butt hits the floor and you recline onto your back. Am i meant to take this at face value or not?...Or not i would imagine but i release my grip on your throat. I want to beat you for sure but i'm not about to go on the run accused of murdering you. I'm a fighter not a psychotic maniac.
I prod you with my toes, "c'mon cuz, get up, let's see what ya made of" i taunt
I back up a bit away from you and grab a bottle of water, after taking a slug of the refreshing liquid i splash the rest over you. Now while i may not be a genius, i'm also not a complete fool so i keep at least one eye on you at all times. I don't want to get caught in any of the kind of attacks the local snakes seem to be so good at, namely the constrictors.
I look to take hold of a towel which was in the corner of the room, just want to give myself a bit of a wipe down, don't want any sweat trickling down into my eyes. It's then i drop into a slight crouch as i wait for you to continue the scrap.
I sit there and wait even after the water. Why? A few reasons. First, spite and the chance to fuck with Erin. it's one of the last too. You heard that slip of her manners. Was it a.slip or was it showing her real self. We'll see,but it poses a question to me. How much do I show? As I debate the choices. I hear her speak again with that same lower East End voice. " I know her fakin' it cuz so are ya gonna cut it off or am I gonna 'ave take tell me mate that her not as good as people say? It's early still and I could use a pint even if it's the pisswater yanks call ale.."
My eyes open and push my hair back and bounce to my feet, and swat down and pick up my Cruz's bottoms up and fold them up and stick them in a cabinet ,and look at her and grin as I look at her,and smirks.
*well at the moment I feel over dressed, and to be honest I thought it be harder to get you out of her knickers,and since I'm feeling a bit bad for you. I'm gonna give you a choice : Either I can take off my thong and top, and you can take off you top and toss it over to me cousin, or I you can choose a article and ill remove it and toss it over there somewhere " I was grinning as I was in control and I knew nudity did not bother me and I assumed the same was true of me British cuz, but we will see as I began to pull my thong down slowly thinking how the bikini would be the crown jewel of my collection of bikinis of victims., *giggles* yt cuz
You are slow to regain your feet, not that i blame you for that, in your place i would be slow too. Once you are on your feet, and don't think i didn't notice how easily you sprang back up when you felt like it, You don't go on the attack straight away, you first toss my dress into a drawer, is that meant to signify something i wonder, i mean it's not like i can't just go get it back after i finish working you over. Then your gums start flapping...AGAIN. You dare me to get naked like you somehow imagine you are controlling this encounter.
Now nudity in a fight has never bothered me, but i decide if or when i get nude. Of course there are the times my opponents have stripped me, but i see no reason to get naked right now.
And so, crouched as i am and with you back on your feet but talking rather than fighting, i push off my right foot and spring at you, looking to drive my right shoulder into your gut, wrap my arms round the tops of your thighs and drive you down hard onto the floor.
Maybe that'll shut her up....but i doubt it.
YT
Quote from: Erin Lee on August 19, 2025, 07:03:03 PM
You are slow to regain your feet, not that i blame you for that, in your place i would be slow too. Once you are on your feet, and don't think i didn't notice how easily you sprang back up when you felt like it, You don't go on the attack straight away, you first toss my dress into a drawer, is that meant to signify something i wonder, i mean it's not like i can't just go get it back after i finish working you over. Then your gums start flapping...AGAIN. You dare me to get naked like you somehow imagine you are controlling this encounter.
Now nudity in a fight has never bothered me, but i decide if or when i get nude. Of course there are the times my opponents have stripped me, but i see no reason to get naked right now.
And so, crouched as i am and with you back on your feet but talking rather than fighting, i push off my right foot and spring at you, looking to drive my right shoulder into your gut, wrap my arms round the tops of your thighs and drive you down hard onto the floor.
Maybe that'll shut her up....but i doubt it.
YT
First she seems mad at me. Gosh I feel like I should say sorry was it something I said? *giggles* Oh well maybe I struck a nerve. I then see her charging at me! I gasp and set my feet and take the blow in my belly and am driven backwards. Questions? Why didn't it take you of your feet Bella? Simple we had space between us and while it works when they do it on tv. I just came off the wall and took off my thong which is why if she took me off my feet it would of been way better for me, but alas we have to pay for our art. I'm about to pay for mine. How? You ask?
God kids today it's all "Now with you"
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To tell this properly I need to step outside of myself. So for the rest of this I'm going to do a break down film session. If you played sports you know what i'm doing. If you don't you are learning :)
Do you see it ladies?
"The dirty blonde lost her cool and decided to charging her was the best choice""
But was it? Let see
*coach Bella smiles as she leans against a row of lockers and looks at different versions of herself. Some look cocky or fake it well. Some are dressed in baseball catcher's gear with eye black and pounding balls in the gloves as they judge the blondes form and wait to see what is going to happen when they impact each other. Coach Bella smiles as she watches herself get speeded and rubs her belly as Erin drives herself into Bella in slow motion. Then she smirks as she pauses the playback and looks at the Bella who's working on her glove in catcher's gear.*
So thoughts?
" She took the blow ok, but it is going to suck when she hits the cabinet behind her"
"She's caught up in the moment not thinking about the pain. Just getting into the fight..."
" Who cares? Of course you'd say that... All about the glory... "
"No I just know what fun is?"
"Yeah, like I said all about the spotlight.."
Next thing that happens is the two are on their feet and that is where it stops as a whistle blows and they stop and coach Bella steps up to them and shoves them apart, and looks around the room,and his play on the video, and all watched as the blonde was driven back into the the dresser. Then bounced off and when she came off she felt Erin coming at her and reacted by grabbing her head and staggered off and they dragged each other to the floor.
That's it girls I get you don't love each other, but it is time so focus up it is time to play the game! Ready?
Bella landed on her side and grabbed Erin's hair and tugged it trying to for her onto her back as Erin tried the same thing to Bella as they both try to gain control of the other thrust into each other and snarling.
Watching both ladies closely. My mind confused about who to support, I was originally supporting Erin, my fellow country person, but Bella so intrigues me and fascinates me. My mind also deep in thought about who I believe will eventually come out on top. Totally engrossed and excited by both incredibly attractive and tough ladies. Waiting excitedly for both their next moves.
Another day another aside... I'm sure are waiting on the edge of your seat waiting for Erin or me to continue the story I am with you, and I remember every slash and strike and often think able them. I treasure them, but sadly they will go away, and someday. Erin will, and so will I. Such is life. BRUISES fade so do people, but it on us to remember them and what they do. This is why I'm sharing the story. I love my bruises and I'm proud of them. Every time I reach over my head and my ribs twinge,or when my hat slips and people see my bruises show on my face. I could get into how and why or maybe they are rug burns ill never tell not till the time comes.
Also my last post was a bit trippy a bit of artistic license to illustrate the struggle that goes on in my head between ego and the fighter in me.Maybe that is a me thing or maybe not but this is over for now....
*Takes a seat at the back of the room and has a quick snooze while everyone listens to Bella's ...i'm gonna say fantasy, could be a dream, could be a deep seated desire. Who knows...wake me when she finishes.*
*Wakes....did she finish yet?*
So, as i feared, a shoulder to her gut followed by my attempt to trap her legs and drop her onto the floor didn't stop the yap. It could even have made it worse. I came for a fight and instead i'm hearing the condensed works of Billy Shakespeare, or something along those lines cos to be perfectly honest, i zoned out when she took her first breathe.
While i'm being honest and i want you to all understand this in no way is a slight on my cuz who i hate dearly, but i kinda got lost in the tangle of words, so, did i manage to drop her or did she stay upright? And was the bit where we ended up on our sides a flight of fancy or what really happened?
So, i have a dilemma, where do i pick the story up from. I don't want to appear super but equally i don't want to throw myself to the floor screaming, shouting and crying. You see my problem.
Sooo, what i'm going to do is take a stroll around the room and see where it takes me.
I mean, if my cuz did in fact hit the deck i could be over to her quick as ya like, grab her hair, drag her to her feet and toss her across the room.
If in fact my shoulder charge drove her backwards but didn't take her to the floor then i would approach more warily, like as not go for her hair anyway, then again maybe not.
So my dear cuz...over to you.
Quote from: Erin Lee on August 21, 2025, 05:54:43 PM
*Takes a seat at the back of the room and has a quick snooze while everyone listens to Bella's ...i'm gonna say fantasy, could be a dream, could be a deep seated desire. Who knows...wake me when she finishes.*
*Wakes....did she finish yet?*
So, as i feared, a shoulder to her gut followed by my attempt to trap her legs and drop her onto the floor didn't stop the yap. It could even have made it worse. I came for a fight and instead i'm hearing the condensed works of Billy Shakespeare, or something along those lines cos to be perfectly honest, i zoned out when she took her first breathe.
While i'm being honest and i want you to all understand this in no way is a slight on my cuz who i hate dearly, but i kinda got lost in the tangle of words, so, did i manage to drop her or did she stay upright? And was the bit where we ended up on our sides a flight of fancy or what really happened?
So, i have a dilemma, where do i pick the story up from. I don't want to appear super but equally i don't want to throw myself to the floor screaming, shouting and crying. You see my problem.
Sooo, what i'm going to do is take a stroll around the room and see where it takes me.
I mean, if my cuz did in fact hit the deck i could be over to her quick as ya like, grab her hair, drag her to her feet and toss her across the room.
If in fact my shoulder charge drove her backwards but didn't take her to the floor then i would approach more warily, like as not go for her hair anyway, then again maybe not.
So my dear cuz...over to you.
Someone is bitchy today. I promise no more asides from i. Forgive me dear cuz for trying to entertain the people, but " the Queen" has some up her ass. I hope its not a tree roach. That be a shock for all of us when I bend her over and spank her ass. Oops spoilers... Maybe. So I'm going to roll back the tape to when I hit the dresser back first and just finished bouncing off the standing cabinet I put her bottoms in which gave the aforementioned tree roach opportunity to attack. For those who don't know about tree roaches and think filth. It's ok but I don't be a history off bug life in but in Louisiana they come in all the time. No idea why they do. So not to turn this into whining or another aside. Back to action.
So Erin spears me and drives me backwards into the dresser the my time as a softball catcher pays off as I was able to take the shoulder to my middle and Keep on my feet which is great till she does it again. Then grabs my ass and tries to guide me as I drop my left arm around the princesses head.so I try to force her backwards with my left arm around her head and my right hand paddling her ass. To be honest not as I thought it be. That backed her up! She let me lead her to the middle of the room now that I think about it laying it out the British bitch played me.....That is when we hit the floor and she trapped my lower body in a grapevine and while our lower halves met. I looked in her eyes and spit in her face. " you know if you wanted me on my back all you had to do is ask.,.*giggling* Then grabbing her hair with both hands and yanking up to force her neck to take the weight of her head as I head it up my the pony tail she is wearing and take the time to train and wrap it around my left hand as my right keeps her neck extended. Love you so much cuz... Back to you *giggles*
What the hell are tree roaches? Actually no, don't tell me.
She took my shoulder charges well, bouncing off the dresser and then the cabinet. She may be gasping for breath but she charges back towards me, hooking my head and spinning me around back to the centre of the room. Once there she looks to take me down which suits me if i'm honest. We hit the floor with a thud and i quickly scramble on top of her. I look to bring my legs into play now, hooking my feet around the insides of her calves. My thigh muscles swell as i try and spread her legs wide apart and as i do this i force my body down harder against hers, anxious to keep her pinned under me. Our flat tummies grind against each others as do our breasts.
It's then the dirty bitch spits in my face which totally makes me lose focus. She's quick to take advantage of this by grabbing two handfuls of my hair, thrusting her arms out she forces my head back. Catching my pony tail she wraps it around her hand and with her right hand she presses the heel of her palm under my chin to stretch out my neck even further.
I start to cough and gag, my face starts to burn which likely means it's turning bright red. Somehow it seems the grapevine i have her locked up in is having no effect so i ease my feet from the insides of her calves and shuffle my knees forwards, straddling her body and removing some of the pressure on my neck. My tush slides up over her tummy and i take a leaf outta her book and grab hold of her hair in both hands. Then i start to slam her head down on the floor, as often and as hard as i can.
"I can play as dirty as you, bitch" i sneer as i tighten my knees against your sides...."And don't think i don't know how you *entertain the people* slut.
Quote from: Erin Lee on August 22, 2025, 01:33:53 PM
What the hell are tree roaches? Actually no, don't tell me.
She took my shoulder charges well, bouncing off the dresser and then the cabinet. She may be gasping for breath but she charges back towards me, hooking my head and spinning me around back to the centre of the room. Once there she looks to take me down which suits me if i'm honest. We hit the floor with a thud and i quickly scramble on top of her. I look to bring my legs into play now, hooking my feet around the insides of her calves. My thigh muscles swell as i try and spread her legs wide apart and as i do this i force my body down harder against hers, anxious to keep her pinned under me. Our flat tummies grind against each others as do our breasts.
It's then the dirty bitch spits in my face which totally makes me lose focus. She's quick to take advantage of this by grabbing two handfuls of my hair, thrusting her arms out she forces my head back. Catching my pony tail she wraps it around her hand and with her right hand she presses the heel of her palm under my chin to stretch out my neck even further.
I start to cough and gag, my face starts to burn which likely means it's turning bright red. Somehow it seems the grapevine i have her locked up in is having no effect so i ease my feet from the insides of her calves and shuffle my knees forwards, straddling her body and removing some of the pressure on my neck. My tush slides up over her tummy and i take a leaf outta her book and grab hold of her hair in both hands. Then i start to slam her head down on the floor, as often and as hard as i can.
"I can play as dirty as you, bitch" i sneer as i tighten my knees against your sides...."And don't think i don't know how you *entertain the people* slut.
Tree roaches are big bugs about 3 inches long and fat and love warm tight places. Seemed your ass would be prime restate and words can hurt slut!
It seems the she was giving up on the grapevine which was good and bad. Good as it gave me my lower body back. Bad if I take the bait I felt like I'd be folded in half. Then I'd be truly fucked,and not in the fun way I planned for Erin not that you get to see that as I am a lady, but it explains the hitch in her walk don't it? *giggles* I see her face is a bright red and smile and move my left hand down from her hair and moving slowly down letting my nails bite down on her flesh and move down till I hit your top then I give the bow a tug and move lower. I was not worried about the outcome just hope to distract you for a moment as I leave you to choose between the choke you know is an tempting opinion or exposure of Two rich targets. Knowing a counter assault is expected. As I side my knees up to press into your back not to hurt you but support you. Odd right? I mean is interesting that your squeezing my ribs and I seem to be supporting your back while my right are squeezing my ribs right as my arm is weakening and begin to shake like it wants to fall. What am I up to? My arm starts to fall pulling you back on my knees. You stretched out on my knees. You punishing my ribs and me your back. This is fun game we are playing. Who's going to give up first my tender rib cage that is being to scream for me to stop the pain or you to do the same not that I don't want to the fight to end just make it more personal....
Oty Dutchess..
Moving closer to get a better view as the fight goes to ground and the battle intensifies. Watching two amazing ladies battle for supremacy and wondering who will give up first. Secretly hoping nobody is going to soon as finding the battle intoxicating, enthralling and sensual
The fight continues and the pace gets faster as we both look to gain an advantage over the other. You forced me to release the grapevine but that gave me the opportunity to slither up your body, grab your hair and start slamming your head on the floor to see if something comes loose.
You resist, as i knew you would and grab my hair, yanking me off you and then pulling me back first onto your knees in a kind of backbreaker. With one hand holding my hair and the other wrapped around my chin my neck is taking further punishment. " You slimey bitch" i groan as you work my body.
I take hold of your right wrist, the one attached to the hand on my chin and i drag your hand away, then i rock...and roll, till i roll off your knees onto my side. You still have my hair in your hand but you are flat on your back. Quickly i scramble to lie across your face, my breasts mashing down over your nose and mouth looking to take your air away.
My left hand reaches for your right breast, i dig my nails into your soft pliant flesh and then rake them across your nipple. My back aches but this is buying me time to finish you off.
Get outta that cuz.
Quote from: Erin Lee on August 23, 2025, 09:58:43 AM
The fight continues and the pace gets faster as we both look to gain an advantage over the other. You forced me to release the grapevine but that gave me the opportunity to slither up your body, grab your hair and start slamming your head on the floor to see if something comes loose.
You resist, as i knew you would and grab my hair, yanking me off you and then pulling me back first onto your knees in a kind of backbreaker. With one hand holding my hair and the other wrapped around my chin my neck is taking further punishment. " You slimey bitch" i groan as you work my body.
I take hold of your right wrist, the one attached to the hand on my chin and i drag your hand away, then i rock...and roll, till i roll off your knees onto my side. You still have my hair in your hand but you are flat on your back. Quickly i scramble to lie across your face, my breasts mashing down over your nose and mouth looking to take your air away.
My left hand reaches for your right breast, i dig my nails into your soft pliant flesh and then rake them across your nipple. My back aches but this is buying me time to finish you off.
Get outta that cuz.
Donna worry bout me luv, but where is the Brit slang at? Not once have you called me a "tossah, or a bleeding c*** or a wanker or even a bird? How am I supposed to learn the fun slang from her country if I don't know the lingo outside Guy Richie films and Google search. I mean you say your a brawler but where is the bloody salt? Anyway...
*deep breath to suppress my urge to use an old 20s series announcer voice*
So when we last left " The British invasion II" "The Dutchess of Darkness and cyber fighting Icon" Erin Lee had been battlin' " The poison pixie and all American girl" our hero Belladonna have been battlin' over a Bourbon street bar. So all the shouts and bangs and other noises are covered by the normal by the the crowd who shuffles in and the sound of music from the jukebox covers it as well. The British Bombshell was trying to end the fight after escaping a back breaker from "American Hot girl" and was lowering her 36c chest onto her face! As Bella wets her lips as she smiles as the world becomes dark in then one breast smashes down on her nose and part of an eye as the other she tries to position on her mouth. She knows she's close thank to Bella's exhaling onto her cleavage and teasing light kisses all along her breast as it moves along with the kisses letting out content sighs and little coos to play into the game. Try ing to sell the lie she is selling.
Is it a lie really? Ask Erin, but The pixie is giving it her all her right hand is now pressed to her back pressing her down mashing her breasts down harder I thought it was to slow her smother , but it does not to be working so why to it. Oh no Bella is lost in lust! It happens with a lot in fights with her the fighting turns her on and she gives in is this the end of the war?
This goes on for about 30 seconds a minute then Erin's nipple slides overdone this her lips and Bella smiles and takes it in her mouth like a babe and begins to nurse on it,and Erin sighs becomes a gasp as that surprises her. What does surprise her? Well when Bella nurses at first its sucking and quickly becomes a hard pinch with Bella's teeth, and her right hand comes to life and begins to pull her hair forcing the Brit to make a choice of her own.
OTY cuz
It would seem that my cuz quite enjoys being flat on her back with my breasts pressed down on her face. I can feel her warm breath as it flows over my flesh, i have to admit, it makes my nipples extra sensitive and could easily make me lose my focus. Lucky for me then that after teasing me with your tongue and lips you decide to have a bit of a nibble on my nipple. This brings things back into focus, more so when you start to yank on my hair again.
"You insufferable tramp" i hiss, pain radiating from my breast and scalp. First thing i have to do is extract my nipple from your teeth. I'm hoping you have no intention of disfiguring me, but who knows what goes through your warped mind.
I reach with my left hand and pinch your nostril together, so you have to breath through your mouth, that should make you leave off with the nipple threat. Note to self, don't try a breast smother, it bites.
I fight back from the hair pull, it's happened so many times to me my scalp is almost used to it. My legs start to twitch, anxious to wrap around my American cousin. I hiss, part in pain, part in determination. Lifting my chest up off your face i too go for the hair. Tangling some of your ratty strands in my left hand i look to haul your head off the floor, then swivelling round i look to slide my left leg under your neck whilst bringing my right leg over the top of your neck. Then i start to apply pressure, my thigh muscles tense, my ankles cross and i start trying to finish you off.
Say goodnight cuz
Quote from: Erin Lee on August 24, 2025, 12:47:42 PM
It would seem that my cuz quite enjoys being flat on her back with my breasts pressed down on her face. I can feel her warm breath as it flows over my flesh, i have to admit, it makes my nipples extra sensitive and could easily make me lose my focus. Lucky for me then that after teasing me with your tongue and lips you decide to have a bit of a nibble on my nipple. This brings things back into focus, more so when you start to yank on my hair again.
"You insufferable tramp" i hiss, pain radiating from my breast and scalp. First thing i have to do is extract my nipple from your teeth. I'm hoping you have no intention of disfiguring me, but who knows what goes through your warped mind.
I reach with my left hand and pinch your nostril together, so you have to breath through your mouth, that should make you leave off with the nipple threat. Note to self, don't try a breast smother, it bites.
I fight back from the hair pull, it's happened so many times to me my scalp is almost used to it. My legs start to twitch, anxious to wrap around my American cousin. I hiss, part in pain, part in determination. Lifting my chest up off your face i too go for the hair. Tangling some of your ratty strands in my left hand i look to haul your head off the floor, then swivelling round i look to slide my left leg under your neck whilst bringing my right leg over the top of your neck. Then i start to apply pressure, my thigh muscles tense, my ankles cross and i start trying to finish you off.
Say goodnight cuz
There are moments in fights when your thoughts clear, and the haze clears away and you can see clearly. Normally mine come when I've given everything thing I have to give, and I don't feel like that this time. Honestly I could dance with this girl all night.
Am I tired sure, but I don't feel rage or pissed that it seems like I'm losing. Do I like it? Hell no. Will I say a word to my smug British cousin. Not a chance. Why not? See the shimmer in her eyes? She enjoys the game of chess we have been playing too much and me admitting she beat me, and this is the end robs of this win so I do what you expect I try to claw her legs, pry her legs apart I made progress when o twisted her toes, but not enough to get out as I began to fade out...
All your cuz
I have my legs nicely wrapped around your neck, i say nicely but i'm sure you won't agree. My glutes are tensed tight, i've every intention to finish you off, you are too dangerous to let you escape this trap.
I feel your nails on my thigh and i wince, screw up my eyes and bite my bottom lip. You are hurting me but i feel if i can hang in there the pain will subside pretty soon. You then start to attack my toes, pulling them this way then that. I can't fight this, it feels like you are trying to rip them off my foot. I release the scissors, maybe you think you are free of the torment, but nothing could be further from the truth. I push you off my bottom left leg with a push from my right, then, before you recover your composure i raise my right leg and look to slam the back of my thigh across your chest. I look to repeat this as often as i can, hoping you will cry out your submission.
Sweat pools around my head as i lean back, my hair is quite slicked back now and my body glows under the lights.
"C'mon cuz, give it up, you know you want to"
Bella and Erin you are both driving me wild.
I would be a lucky man to date either of you.
Seeing Bella's predicament, Erin did this too easy, how humiliating, there is no way a woman could respect herself giving now, I look on to see how she will fight on.
Watching closely on the edge of my seat, then moves next to cara for a better view. Not wanting the fight to end, so start cheering for Bella. Come on Bella you can do this. Not sure i believe that, but giving all the support i can, hoping it will continue
Quote from: Cara69 on August 26, 2025, 10:24:53 PM
Seeing Bella's predicament, Erin did this too easy, how humiliating, there is no way a woman could respect herself giving now, I look on to see how she will fight on.
That's what I'll be doing to you bitch.
Quote from: Erin Lee on August 26, 2025, 06:40:59 PM
I have my legs nicely wrapped around your neck, i say nicely but i'm sure you won't agree. My glutes are tensed tight, i've every intention to finish you off, you are too dangerous to let you escape this trap.
I feel your nails on my thigh and i wince, screw up my eyes and bite my bottom lip. You are hurting me but i feel if i can hang in there the pain will subside pretty soon. You then start to attack my toes, pulling them this way then that. I can't fight this, it feels like you are trying to rip them off my foot. I release the scissors, maybe you think you are free of the torment, but nothing could be further from the truth. I push you off my bottom left leg with a push from my right, then, before you recover your composure i raise my right leg and look to slam the back of my thigh across your chest. I look to repeat this as often as i can, hoping you will cry out your submission.
Sweat pools around my head as i lean back, my hair is quite slicked back now and my body glows under the lights.
"C'mon cuz, give it up, you know you want to"
I hear her offer and giggle like I'm crazy maybe I am as her heel crashes down again and I almost tap her thigh. Then something snaps inside my head.I begin to roll towards her not away. The fact that a full on woman laughing while being heel kicked does not freak you out your better than me or Erin,but that is not the point and I've went on enough wacky tangents in this fight. There is such a thing as staying too long at the party. So I'm trying to end it now.
How? Let me keep writing and you'll see God. Where was i? Oh yeah I was getting out of her scissors by rolling into them. Why? God calm down would you and let me tell the story? Er!n was sweating and in Golden goddess mode. Like me she was tired of fighting and was torn. She wanted a clear winner. Maybe that is she is demanding my submission. So why I'm acting insane I reach the top of her thighs and begin to crawl out either she lets me out I remove my ruined top and we finish this or she can choke me out. To me it doesn't matter I made peace with losing this fight already. I think nude is more epic don't you?
UP to you cuz :)
Quote from: Niki on August 27, 2025, 12:21:17 AM
Quote from: Cara69 on August 26, 2025, 10:24:53 PM
Seeing Bella's predicament, Erin did this too easy, how humiliating, there is no way a woman could respect herself giving now, I look on to see how she will fight on.
That's what I'll be doing to you bitch.
I will destroy you bitch
However this plays out I respect Bella for fighting on regardless, Bells's last comment finish the loser nude isa brave final challenge.
Bella is fighting back, so hot
Although our fight hasn't reached epic novel territory, nevertheless we have been at each other with vicious intent for long enough to wear each other out. How many times have i felt that i have finally got her in position where i can finish her off and each and everytime she has sneaked and slithered her way out. Take my scissors, it would have submitted many an opponent but not Bella, she claws and scraps, pulls on toes, squirms one way then the other until my thighs are quite sore from trying to hold her. Once again she evades defeat.
Frustration is my overwhelming sensation. I slap my hands down on the floor. My bitchy cousin is proving to be quite a problem. It's then as you crawl from between my legs that you remove your bra. I ponder, what is the objective of this. I mean i already knew she has low morals but does she really think the sight of her naked breasts will somehow unsettle me? This is no ultimate surrender fight, tho i'm sure there are plenty of guys here who would like to see that. Get yer wallets out boys, i ain't cheap.
So the tart is once again free of my attempts to subdue her. She tosses her bra into my face, blinding me just for a moment. I lash out with my right leg hoping if i'm lucky to catch her on the chin but at least to make her hesitate while that bra is tossed away from my face.
Quote from: Erin Lee on August 29, 2025, 04:16:10 PM
Although our fight hasn't reached epic novel territory, nevertheless we have been at each other with vicious intent for long enough to wear each other out. How many times have i felt that i have finally got her in position where i can finish her off and each and everytime she has sneaked and slithered her way out. Take my scissors, it would have submitted many an opponent but not Bella, she claws and scraps, pulls on toes, squirms one way then the other until my thighs are quite sore from trying to hold her. Once again she evades defeat.
Frustration is my overwhelming sensation. I slap my hands down on the floor. My bitchy cousin is proving to be quite a problem. It's then as you crawl from between my legs that you remove your bra. I ponder, what is the objective of this. I mean i already knew she has low morals but does she really think the sight of her naked breasts will somehow unsettle me? This is no ultimate surrender fight, tho i'm sure there are plenty of guys here who would like to see that. Get yer wallets out boys, i ain't cheap.
So the tart is once again free of my attempts to subdue her. She tosses her bra into my face, blinding me just for a moment. I lash out with my right leg hoping if i'm lucky to catch her on the chin but at least to make her hesitate while that bra is tossed away from my face.
Will this fight go down in Erin's legacy as a footnote, or this going to be the final chapter.. The start of an epic war between family members? I know what I want,and it is not as simple as I hate her, and jealous of
the respect she has or for the legacy I'm a part of that I just found out a month ago on Email. She is as fierce of legend tells it's also why I would never tap out. Why? Erin knows why well as she has been in the spot I was in,and like her I carried on not because it is smart or right it is because I respect the other person too phone it in. Because I'm tired, or I want it over if you give your best I have to match it. Anything less disrespects myself the woman I'm facing, and now my family legacy. Heavy right?
Well enough waxing poetic about Erin's motives about not choking or my choice to try to end it. Here it goes nothing as by the time she manages to remove my top. I'm laying on top of her staring into her eyes that were half open as were mine. "Ready to end it I know you have been trying, but not really. To much in the tank and lust for the fight I guess. Not that I blame you I hare this to end as well, but unless...never mind no monologue from me.. I then wet my lips and kiss her hard and wait for your reaction to seal the kiss and my wait on counter was on as a last step I pinched her nose shut complete the smother as my final move was done either I'd win or lose with this or lose it is up to my cousin to tell us all what happens next. All yours Erin...
No way are we about to become kissing cousins, apart from anything else i already have a girlfriend and i'm not about to sully our relationship by responding to your kiss. I thought i had you with that headscissors but i guess you have a pretty hard head. I have scratches all down my thighs that show just what a wild tigress you are, a naked tigress at that.
So you've slithered on top of me, you've pressed your naked body down onto me, kissed me and while you are kissing you've pinched my nostrils shut. It's an inventive attempt at a smother, one i've used something similar myself on occasion. However, i still have my arms and legs free to use as i see fit.
First off i need to dissuade you from attempting to smother me. As i look up into your eyes i can see some confidence glowing from them. That glow needs dimming and i'm just the bitch to do it or my name ain't Erin. My left hand comes up and my fingers tighten around your throat, my right arm stretches out so i can grab the hair on the back of your head, i yank on it with the intention of yanking your head back and freeing both my mouth and nostrils from your evil intentions.
While we struggle i set my mind to the problem of getting you off me and reversing the situation. Planting my left foot flat on the floor i thrust up my left hip and yank down on your hair, intention...to topple you off me and as you topple i look to follow and get my body on top of yours, still with my fingers squeeezing your throat.
How ya like that...cuz?
Quote from: Erin Lee on August 31, 2025, 04:13:19 PM
No way are we about to become kissing cousins, apart from anything else i already have a girlfriend and i'm not about to sully our relationship by responding to your kiss. I thought i had you with that headscissors but i guess you have a pretty hard head. I have scratches all down my thighs that show just what a wild tigress you are, a naked tigress at that.
So you've slithered on top of me, you've pressed your naked body down onto me, kissed me and while you are kissing you've pinched my nostrils shut. It's an inventive attempt at a smother, one i've used something similar myself on occasion. However, i still have my arms and legs free to use as i see fit.
First off i need to dissuade you from attempting to smother me. As i look up into your eyes i can see some confidence glowing from them. That glow needs dimming and i'm just the bitch to do it or my name ain't Erin. My left hand comes up and my fingers tighten around your throat, my right arm stretches out so i can grab the hair on the back of your head, i yank on it with the intention of yanking your head back and freeing both my mouth and nostrils from your evil intentions.
While we struggle i set my mind to the problem of getting you off me and reversing the situation. Planting my left foot flat on the floor i thrust up my left hip and yank down on your hair, intention...to topple you off me and as you topple i look to follow and get my body on top of yours, still with my fingers squeeezing your throat.
How ya like that...cuz?
I think you know how I feel about it don't you cuz?
I learned a lot in my fight with my cousin in the time since I woke up on the floor, but enough about that ill let the winner talk about the "gift" she left on my face and it is not what you think perverts. The biggest lesson is simple you have to control your passion for the kill. I had her I know I did. I could of made her pay for not ending the fight when she had me in the scissors. Still I should thank her for the debut. I will when I see her again. I have my ticket booked still not the time.
I thought I had her that is because she looked like a doe ready for the kill. So I didn't collect my air or anything else I went for the kill. Instead I ended up on my back looking up at that bitchy smirk I have burned into my head. How? Its like she said she bucked my off locked her hands around my neck. She was smarter then me. As she sat up and squeezed my throat till my eyes drifted shut. I tried to fight her, but I smiled the whole time as I made her choke me out that makes me smile. Oty cuz
It's almost scary, scary that my cuz refuses to quit and forces me to choke her out. However, choke her out i do, her body goes limp, her eyes close.
As she slumps i ease my hold on her throat and sit back on my heels. I give her cheeks a fairly gentle slap...or three to bring her round. "C'mon you, wakey wakey"
Bella awakens and i rise to my feet while pulling her up with me. Gawd i'm worn out by my bitchy cousin but not so worn out that i can't give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek before i exit the lounge and go back to the bedroom to recover my clothes.
FINIS
I hope you readers enjoyed our lil scrap, i know i enjoyed doing it. A big thank you to the readers who made comments, it helped the story along. Finally a very big thank you to Bella, there were times i thought she had me but quite apart from that she was an inventive eloquent opponent who i had a lot of fun with. No doubt we'll be seeing her again very soon.
Thanks to the Legend Erin Lee for the stage to perform on, and the taking a chance on a dumbass rookie I promise not to embarrass the family name....oh And I look forward to next time across the pond *giggles*