Fyre's Fight Journal (Reboot)

[h_k]

Fighting is hard enough without seeing some guy's ugly beer belly and ass crack while doing it.

Women are all too quick to judge men by their appearance or what they're wearing. You never hear us complaining about one of you lot showing a bit of cleavage.

I'm with Tiberius on this. You girls may point and giggle and think it's all a big joke, but the fact is, catfight cameramen have bit butts for a reason: they help them fulfil their biological function by counterbalancing the weight of the camera. That's called 'adaptation' and Darwin devoted an entire chapter to the subject (and, indeed, to butts in general) in his early - and I feel, sadly neglected - masterpiece 'The origin of the faeces'. You and Kelli may not have read it and perhaps don't believe in Evolution at all, but you'd be the first to complain if a cameraman toppled over and fell on top of you just when you thought you had a fight won, so I think a little more understanding and respect would be in order.
"I want a kinder, gentler nation" said George H.W. Bush. Amen to that!

[FyreCracka]

Chapter 28: Head to Head with the Homewrecker

  The night I've waited for what feel like forever is finally here. Tonight Jolene and I will fight. After all of our little dust ups, all of the insults, all of the bad blood brewing between us- bad blood that is spilling over into other people in our circles. On the way to the locker room, I thought Paige and Kiva were about rip each other apart before a few of Billy's female bouncers were able to get them back to their husbands. It wouldn't surprise me if one of these days those two end up in the cage for a main event.

  Tonight, though, it will be Jolene and I finally settling it. Billy is happy, knowing he has two women that will fight all out in his main event to be the "Champion" his wildly popular Housewives Division. Jake is happy, as much as Jolene has made it clear that she wants to bed him, he is off the menu tonight. This fight is just for her belt and most importantly, for her and I to finally answer a question that everyone here wants to know. This is purely Jolene versus me, two rivals proving who is the better woman.

  I stare at myself in the mirror of the locker room. I look ready. At close to 40, I have managed to remain fairly lean and in shape. The fairly conservative, athletic cut camo bikini that I'm wearing tonight fits me perfectly and contrasts well with the deep summer tan on my skin. My long, blonde hair hangs to the middle of my back, tied into a tight braid as per one of the special rules of this fight.

  Most importantly, I feel ready. I have imagined this night for a long time. I know my last couple of matches have prepared me for this night. The battle with my ex husband's wife, Lily, here in this cage. I had to overcome her hatred and her considerable ability just to win the right to challenge Jolene for the title tonight. Then, the knock down, drag out Donnybrook with Tamika under the scorching Texas sun where she tested my resolve as well as my skills. Winning those two fights has me sharpened to a fine edge. An edge that is going to cut Jolene down.

  I feel a slight sheen of sweat forming on my body as I limber up in the small room. I'm going to wreck this red haired bitch tonight in that cage. I just know I will. She may have beaten Annette while I did not, but there's not a doubt in my mind that I would defeat that woman now and that I will be the one standing over the pale woman as she lies stripped nude for all to see.

  I hear the knock at the door and then the music start. I march to the cage in the center of the bar, so focused on my upcoming task that I barely hear Billy announcing my name or hear the crowd's applause. "And our challenger....with four wins and no losses in this very cage.... standing five foot five and one half inches tall... weighing a feisty one hundred thirty pounds... in the camouflage bikini... Kelli.. 'The Fyrecracka'... Rose!"

I allow myself the two small distractions of making eye contact with Jake and Kiva, giving them each a confident wink as I pass by. I climb into the cage and stare at the opposite end of the room from which Jolene will be emerging.

  The spotlight swings to her side and I hear Billy begin as I see the wannabe home wrecker start towards the cage with the loud music blaring. Her long red hair in a thick braid. Her milk white skin contrasting with the bright red of her bikini. "And also undefeated... the Housewives Division Champion... standing five foot five inches tall... weighing in at a lean and lethal one hundred twenty-five pounds... 'The Red Devil'... Jolene.  Hunt." Jolene jumps into the cage with the crowd roaring and throwing up the "rock and roll" devil horns with their hands. It's pretty clear this bitch is the crowd favorite and she is playing it up.

  Billy continues like a carnival barker. "These two women hate each other more than any of you can imagine and I have no doubt that they will leave everything in this cage tonight before one of them walks out of here with the championship... and the other woman's bikini. That's right ladies and gentlemen, tonight... for the first time... you will get to see one of these two undefeated women stripped and baring everything... and I mean everything for your enjoyment."

   Being so close to the vile bitch has me nearly in a frenzy, it's all I can do not to sink my talons into her right fucking now. The green eyed whore and I are locked in the most hateful stare down in world history as the pretty, pint sized blue eyed, brunette woman, Angelica, serving as tonight's referee pats us down in a manner that is meant more for the men in the audience than it is for finding any weapons that either of us might be able to conceal in a bikini. I wonder if Billy hand selected this waif knowing that there's no way she'll be able to control Jolene or me if we get out of control.

  As soon as Angelica starts going over the few basic rules of the fight, my nemesis and I immediately are nose to nose. Neither of us say a world but neither of us backdown as our bodies press together to own the center of our battlefield. The small referee does her best to push us apart and get us to go to opposite sides of the cage. Knowing that all hell is about to break lose the brunette calls for the bell as soon as there is six feet of space between us.

  Both of us explode with banshee-like shrieks as we rush to meet our hated foe, colliding in the center of the cage in a cacophony of curses and screams as we sink our talons into one another's shoulders before we find the braids and begin slinging each other around the arena.  In this opening minute, Jolene and I lose our humanity.  Gone are any thoughts of strategy or learned skills. We have become feral humans. Existing only on emotion and a desire to hurt the woman in front of us.

  We crash into the fencing and are rewarded with the crowd's applause. We crash into the support poles, and are rewarded with the painful groans of our hated rival. We crash into Angelica, knocking the small woman down and letting her know that her role tonight is purely eye candy. As we spiral around the cage, we frantically flail in our initial rush of mutual hatred, recklessly punching, scratching and clawing at the other woman with no regard to defense or protecting ourselves.
 
  I'm able to plant a foot in the redhead's belly, pushing us apart and diminishing our frenetic pace as we separate for the first time. I slowly become self aware again and take stock of what's going on. As I expected, hell, as everyone expected, Jolene and I are equals. Neither of us gained any advantage going all out in our initial primal rush. I feel the sting of the scratches on my skin. I see the red tracks across her pale body and know she feels the same.

  I smirk with a bit of satisfaction as I see her bikini top is ripped half off and she finishes the job, disgustingly tossing it to the floor only the cage, revealing her smaller tits and hard pink nipples. "Fucking, cxnt!" Jolene mutters as she looks at me. Our bodies , soaked with perspiration, shine beneath the bright lights of Billy's club as we begin stalking our opponent in a circular fashion, looking to resume our fight.

  Jolene is the first to make a move, lunging in and seizing the front of my bikini top and following up the another flurry of attacks with her other hand. She is able to drive the action, and me, around using the camo top. Instinctively, I start swinging in a counterattack while trying unsuccessfully to find something to latch onto to get control of the topless redhead or free myself from her grip on my top. Eventually, I hear the fabric rip, giving me a chance to get free from her clutches.

  I retreat across the cage and inspect the damage. She didn't manage to rip my top off but I quickly finish the job. There's no way I'm letting this bitch have any extra advantage- even if it means I'll be fighting topless in front of a rowdy group of strangers. The green eyed fighter gives me her bitchiest smile. Earning her a "fuck you, skank!" as I toss the garment to the ground much to the enjoyment of the crowd. Everyone knows she got the better of that last exchange and I am hungry to even us up as I begin to circle once more. We are both breathing heavily now as the fight eclipses the 5 minute mark.

  Eager to cause the champ some pain, I charge forward catching the redhead flat footed. I drive her backwards until we bounce off of the fencing and tumble to the canvas. We immediately become tangled in a vicious catball. We are stuck to one another like Velcro. Our bodies battling against each other as we roll all over the cage. Each of us screaming and cursing as our talons dig into shoulders and tits. Our legs twist and entwine as we try to take the top position. We groan in agony as our heads and necks are wrenched painfully by the other woman yanking our thick braid. Our pace isn't quite what it was when we started but we are still going at it hard as both of us are confident that we will prove that our body is the strongest, fittest and most physical.

  All I know is that this has become a battle of wills. It's strange as I grapple with Jolene, it's like we are completely equal. I can't overpower her but she can't outmuscle me. When she begins to slow from fatigue, I can't capitalize because I'm slowing just as much. Just when I thought I couldn't hate this bitch any more than I already do, the constant frustration of our equality infuriates me even more.

  I don't know if it's the slight weight advantage I have or what, but as the fight wears on, I start to hold the top position for a little longer each time I secure it. Likewise, I am able to get the redheaded slut off me quicker each time she gets on top. Slowly but surely, it becomes clear that Jolene is fading. The advantage is ever so slight but it's there and I just have to keep fighting.

  As we continue to go body to body, I begin to start getting one and two counts as I keep her pinned for increasing periods of time. I know it takes more effort for her to escape than it does for me to pin her. I keep the pressure up and the pins get longer. A four count. Then a five and six. Then an eight count. The crowd's buzz builds as they see their champion slowly being worn down and they start to realize that I will have her pinned soon.

  What's more, Jolene realizes it too. After escaping the eight count, the green eyed woman goes for it. We roll violently across the cage again, slapping, clawing, scratching. We nearly take Angelica out again as we scramble one last disparate time. Finally, we come to rest in the center of the cage and I'm on top. My legs snake around their pale counterparts, locking in the grapevine hold. Our hands, fingers interlocking, briefly fighting before I pin the backs of her hands to the canvas.

  Jolene is pinned and exhausted, her shoulders strain to get off of the canvas and she breaks the count but can't escape. I stretch out, extending her arms above her head, taking almost all of her ability to raise her shoulders. I feel her hot, wet breath, rapid and panicked on my breasts as they dangle mere millimeters above her mouth. I feel her body quit struggling and become aware of Angelica on the ground next to us, watching the pin and counting. "...six!..." She shouts.

  My body is rigid, holding the pin. "... seven!...". The crowd is now in a frenzy. My body is stronger than hers, she can't power out of this. She is mine now.

  Then I feel a searing pain shoot through my body. I can't control my body as I roll off of the nearly beaten champion, getting as far away from what I just caused me so much pain. My brain processes what just happened and I realize that the evil cxnt just sunk her teeth into my right nipple. While technically, biting isn't against the rules, it is an unwritten rule that no one breaks because it takes the fight to an uncivilized place and could lead to permanent damage. I curse myself for thinking the fight between us would remain any kind of civilized.

  This time, we don't even make it to our feet, lunging at each other as soon as we are within reach. Jolene knows she wounded me with her teeth and now the bulk of her attacks focus on my tits. She is relentless, I hear myself yelping as she continues the assault on my injured orb. Momentum has swung to her and soon, I find myself on my back with her straddling my belly, just like in my muddy backyard. The slightly younger woman isn't concerned with trying to pin my shoulders. Instead, she keeps her claws focused on my chest. She wants to force a submission.

  I'm able to cover and protect my mauled boob. I even retaliate and sink my claws into hers for some retribution with one hand. Unfortunately, this leaves me open and I feel Jolene's hands clamp around my throat. "Give up, cxnt.... or don't... I don't care.... I have ... no problem.... bedding a.... widower!" she screeches through her groans from my breast attacks. The demoness has all of her weight on my belly and my throat. I can't budge her. I feel my eyes bulging and I know I don't have much time. My tormentor's hands are busy so I bury the knuckles of my free hand into her ribs over and over again. Desperately hoping to hurt her enough to allow my escape.

  I see the corners of my vision closing in as I begin to lose consciousness but I also feel her grip loosen with every punch and I feel her body jerk with every impact. With my last gasp, I bridge my hips, bucking the redhead forward and over my head. Jolene tries to hold on but I am able to roll away.

  I gulp in air, coughing as my lungs try to replenish the oxygen that the cruel cxnt choked out of me. My eyes are tear filled and my vision is blurry but I'm coming out of the hazy fog- and now I have a burning rage. 'This bitch was trying to kill' me is the thought that goes through my mind as I rub my neck where the demented she devil's hands were only moments before. I'm determined to hurt this woman. Out of the corner of my eye I see the fiery haired whore moving towards me slowly. Her face twisted with anger and her hands massaging her ribs and tit.

  "You just... don't know... when you're ... beaten... do you.... bitch?" Jolene growls. "Just like... you don't ... know when ... your husband... wants to... fuck... a clearly... better woman." She screams and the crowd collectively oohs as they learn part of the motivation behind our violent battle tonight. Fucking bitch. I can't let her beat me.

  "Fuck you.... Jolene!" I cry back, still struggling to force oxygen into my lungs. The reigning champion is moving slowly but she eventually makes it to me before I can stand. She latches onto my hair and drags me to my knees.

  "Get up... you... weak bitch.... " she sneers as she sends a backhand to my cheek then forces me to look at my husband. "I want ... Jake ... to see... your pathetic ass ... get knocked out." Jolene is seething as she holds me up by my sweat soaked, blonde hair.

  I get control of my breathing and see my opening as she draws her fist back. I fire an uppercut at the closest available target- Jolene's pussy. As soon as my knuckles connect, I transition into a claw, mauling the home wrecking whore's womanhood. Considering her intentions with my husband and this particular body part, my grip might be a bit stronger than usual as I dig my claws into her most intimate region.

This time, Jolene is the one recoiling back. As she recovers, rubbing her crotch. I struggle to my feet and square up, ready to continue this war. I'm exhausted and hurting, but so is she and I can see from her eyes that her mind is blinded by rage and arrogance. "C'mon, bitch... come and...  get it" I bark, taunting my opponent to attack.

  "Dumbass... blonde... remember... you asked ... for this!" Jolene snarls as she charges, hands out and going for my throat again. I send a jab to her nose that stops her in her tracks. The redhead shakes her head as if to erase the effects of the punch. Then balls up her fists. We meet in the center of the cage and start going toe to toe, swinging wildly and furiously. Trading punches to every location on the body, neither of us backing up a single step. That is until I am able to land a combo to the belly and then the jaw of my porcelain skinned adversary that staggers her.

  I do it again and again, rocking the redhead with body blows and hooks. She keeps coming back, refusing to quit. Jolene lands her punches but she takes several for every one she lands and even more for the ones she doesn't. The crowd feels the end approaching and they become frenzied. I choose my shots. Making sure they have sting behind them. I own the center of the cage and have this bitch right where I want her. I move in to finish it and claim my title.
 
  My next combination sends the bitch reeling into the fencing. Jolene is clinging to the cage, struggling just to stay upright. One more punch and I'll finally show this homewrecking cxnt who's the better woman. "On ... your ... feet... skank" I growl as I  reach out and grab the the redhead's braid, pulling her off the fence. "You ... thought ... you ... could... beat ...me... try to... take... my fucking.... husband?" I shriek, my voice getting louder as I feel the need to make sure she hears me above the growing roar of the crowd.

  Jolene is still dazed and wobbly, her hands hang limply at her side as I load my right hand, measuring her chin for the knockout blow. I don't even think to give her a last chance to give up before I finish her. "Night... night... bitch" I hiss. Just then, I catch a glimpse of Jolene's left fist as she slings a desperate, last gasp punch. Stunned, I stagger back a couple of steps. Before I can react I feel a right haymaker connect just below my eye and everything goes dark.

  Everything is fuzzy as my eyes blink trying to bring the world back into focus. I'm not sure where I'm at but I see bright lights above me and can hear men yelling wildly. Oh, fuck... I'm in a fight ... shit .... a fight against Jolene. I realize I'm laying flat on my back. Where the hell is Jolene? How long was out? Is the fight over? I'm still in a fog, trying to figure out what happened.

  "... Seven!" I hear a woman's voice shout.

  I become aware of a weight on my chest. My vision clears enough that I can see a shadowy figure standing over me.

  "... Eight!" The voice booms again. My left eye is swollen shut and that whole side of my face aches, but my right eye can focus well enough to see that the weight on my chest is Jolene's foot. No! I'm being pinned!

  ".... Nine!"

  Through the fog, I try to will my body to roll a shoulder off of the canvas. I feel Jolene press down a bit more. "Stay down, bitch!" She hisses. My body isn't responding to what my mind is telling it to.

  "... Ten!" I hear Angelica's voice shout and the crowd erupts. I finally become cognizant of what just happened.

  "No ... no ... no..." I moan, realizing that I've just been beaten by Jolene. I'm still flat on my back but I begin to shake my head in disbelief and to clear the cobwebs.

  "That's right, cxnt. I just beat your weak ass." Jolene says smirking as she looks down at me.

  "NO!" I gasp, finally fully conscious again. I begin to try to get to my feet. I try to push Jolene's foot of my bare chest but can't. I hear the bell ring three times, officially ending the fight. Jolene hops up excitedly.

  "Get up, bitch!" Jolene shouts, beginning to bounce around in a fighting stance. "I'll knock you the fuck out again, blonde whore!"

  As I unsteadily attempt to get back to my feet, I see the referee grabbing Jolene. I collapse once before finally succeeding on my second try. I can hear Billy's voice over the loud speakers "Your winner by 10 count pin....and still champion...... The. Red. Devil....Jolene.... Hunt!"

  The ref raises the redhead's hand as I hang my head. I can't believe this just happened. I had that bitch beaten. Evidently, my disgust is too apparent on my face. Jolene, with a cocky smirk, saunters over to me. "Get on the ground, loser..... you know the rules, bitch."

Oh fuck, this can't be happening. "Do it, whore... time to take your medicine... you're just lucky you escaped without me taking your husband....I'll say it one more time.... Get. On. The. Fucking. Ground." I know this skanky bitch is about to humiliate me and nearly every part of me wants to fight back. Nearly.

  There is that last little bit of sanity left that knows that if I do, I'll lose everything related to this. I'll be kicked out of Billy's, lose my catpin...who knows what else..... and, not to mention, this slut just knocked me out a few moments ago and that sane part knows she would just continue the punishment as I could barely stand a few moments ago.

  Swallowing my pride, I drop to a knee, then to all fours. Jolene uses her foot to nudge me over and I lie on my back. The proud redhead stands over me for a moment. "Who's ready to see this bitch naked!" She roars to the crowd.

  I close my eyes, knowing what is about to happen. I feel her fingers grab and knead my tits as she plays to the crowd. "Not very impressive..." Jolene quips before giving my girls a mocking slap. I feel the coolness of the air hits my breasts as they are exposed to the cheering crowd after she removes her hands. I gasp as I feel her grip the side of my bikini bottoms. "And now.... let's see this weak bitch's pathetic pussy..." I shudder knowing she is about to expose my womanhood to the mostly male audience who is now practically begging her to finish the job.

  She takes her time, slowly pulling the camouflage material. I can hear the fabric begin to rip as my hips are lifted off the canvas briefly before the bikini gives way and I am left naked for all to see. Next I feel the sole of her foot plant in the center of my chest between my tits. I can hear the crowd rewarding her for her performance. I open my eyes for a moment and see her holding the remnants of my camouflage "uniform" above her head as she stands in a triumphant victory pose.

  Jolene glances down and sees me looking at her. She drops to a knee, then leans down until she is near my ear. "Remember, this is your place, Kelli.... beneath my feet.... if you ever forget that, I will remind you in the most painful way possible and I'll hurt more than your body.... that said, if you're stupid enough to want another shot at my title... you've got it- whenever you want.... just know that you'll have to put your man on the line... you know how to find me, bitch" the redhead sneers with contempt, just loud enough that I am the only one who can hear. My conqueror then stands and struts out of the cage leaving me lying nude as the crowd coos and heckles me.

I hear a ruckus breakout in the direction where my friends are sitting. I turn my head to see what it is but can't see over the crowd. I feel even worse, as I assume it's either Jake or kiva, maybe both, getting into a fight defending my already stripped away honor.

  I continue to lie in the center of the cage with my hands covering my face, hoping Jolene makes her way quickly to the locker room, but know that she will probably take her time and force me to endure this humiliation far longer than is necessary.

  After what feels like an eternity, the lights come on signaling that it's time for me to make my walk of shame back to my locker room. I'm still a little disoriented after being knocked out. In a weird way, I'm thankful as it forces me to focus on just making it back to the changing room and leaving little room for my mind to think of all of the people watching my naked ass stumble back to get dressed.

  When I finally get into the locker room I see Jake is already there. His shirt torn and with a few scuffs on his face. Clearly he was in the fight I heard earlier. I collapse into his arms, sobbing and mumbling "I'm sorry" over and over again.

  "For what?.... you fought your heart out.... I'm so proud of you" my husband says hugging me tightly.

  "But SHE beat me... her.... that bitch!... what if.... what if I put.... you on the line?" I blubber unable to even say Jolene's name.

  "I wouldn't do it.... there's no way." Jake answers with conviction.

  "Jake... baby... I don't think you understand.... if that was the deal, you would have to. There's a code." I say, regaining my composure.

  "It doesn't matter... I wasn't part of the deal, thankfully." He replies, causing my eyebrows to rise. He thinks I can't beat her. Jake continues, sensing my thoughts. "Look, you had her beat... a couple of times- she got lucky. You'd beat her nine out ten times, Kelli."

  "Thanks, babe.... I did have her, didn't I?... She wasn't that tough... she did get lucky.... I'll get her next time... I will be a champion" I say, my confidence being rebuilt as I say the words out loud.

  "I know you will, Kell... I know you will" my husband agrees emphatically. "And I'll be here cheering you on."

  I inspect the emerging shiner on his eye. "What happened with you out there?"

  "Well... once she took your bottoms, Paige started in... Kiva, bless her heart, was having none of her lip and the next thing I know her and Paige are in each other's faces... then some of they dudes in the crowd figured out I was your husband, started running their mouths... they were drunk, you were naked... and things..... umm... escalated." He says with a little smile. "I didn't realize Billy had so many male bouncers.... anyway, I ended up in here.... I think I saw Kiva being escorted by Tom... I don't think she and Paige settled anything. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you two were sisters."

  I curl up in his arms a while longer before finally dressing and leaving Billy's club. I reflect on how much this loss hurt, both my body and mind. Then I think about how Kiva and Jake were so loyal and ready to fight for me. Having people like that around you can bring you through the worst of times. Thinking about that helps my mood and soon my mind drifts back to the woman who just conquered me in the cage. I know I can beat Jolene and by his answers, Jake does too. He just doesn't know that I'll have to risk him to get my shot. This isn't settled... not even close.

[h_k]

My poor baby, you lost! And you HAD her too! This is the biggest upset since Thermopylae. And I was right, wasn't I, about her not being your friend. That was horrid what she did. A great pall of sadness hangs over the land here, I can tell you. All the flags are flying at half mast. Even the squirrels are wearing black armbands.

[Tiberius J.C.]

Trouble is, these are the losses that hurt the most: when the challenger thinks she's got it won and the champion digs deep and takes it all from her in the closing seconds. True champions live for moments like that: when they don't just defeat one of their closest rivals but actually get to murder her ego. Because it's almost impossible to pick yourself up from a defeat like that. I mean, I hope Kelli does it, but the odds are very much against it. Even dragging herself back into the gym after a loss like that is going to be hard, and all the time she's training, when it starts to hurt, there'll be that nagging voice saying "what's the point? She'll only beat me again."
Whereas Jolene. She'll be floating on air. And for her, when it starts to hurt in the gym, she won't feel her pain. She'll be remembering Kelli's.
And she'll be insufferable! If you thought Jolene was a bitch before, watch her now. With everyone telling her how sexy she looked "pinning the blonde skank with one foot", "hauling her to her feet by the hair only to make her get down on all fours again like a dog", "slapping her loser tits", "standing with your heel on her solar plexus, waving her bikini bottoms in the air"...
And I expect they're right: she probably did look sexy. Nothing sexier than a woman in triumph.
But I still hope Kelli whips her next time. It's a long shot but it's possible. And then whips her again. And once more for good measure. 

[snw]

Very nice fight. Sorry it didn't go your way but what a showing you did have. Only thing is I'd have to agree with what's been said so far about Jolene being even worse now. Not to mention the fact she won and left the dominant vision of her pinning you with one foot in front of everyone. You fought a great fight and it was close but most people remember how it ended. I'm sure Jake was proud of you but a woman who has just beaten a rival is one of the sexiest things there is. Even if the woman she beat is more attractive the sight of her besting you makes her sexy. I have no doubt Jake is loyal but he's also a female fight lover. Which means he had to have saw Jolene standing over you that way exciting to some degree. How will he react next time she comes onto him? How might you react if she comes onto him? Will he see her differently when she reminds him what she did to you? I don't think you'd ever back down but the doubt might creep into your mind when you come face to face with her. If only for a second in a close fight as has been seen here, is all it takes to be laid out cold .  I can't wait to hear how the relationship is when Jolene comes around both you and Jake next time. She is almost sure to push you and Jake even farther now. She has the upper hand with the win. She will use it to its fullest I'm sure. Love your writing and can't wait to see where and how this goes with Jolene. A rival like Jolene make stories so very hot.

[FyreCracka]

Thanks for all of the feedback and comments, y'all. Oh and as was pointed out to me in a PM, this was Chapter 29... though sometimes I think I'd like to go back to chapter 28. Something my proofreading would never catch- but I've heard it said that a good catfighter needs to have a short memory so the losses won't haunt her, so maybe there's hope for me yet! My confidence is definitely shaken and only made worse now that you guys are pointing out how "there's nothing sexier than a triumphant woman". I thought I was past worrying about Jake and Jolene, but now I'm not so sure....

[snw]

It's also very hot and sexy that girl is confident enough to put her man on the line. I have no doubt you'll be affected less than just any old cat fighter. You've had rivals before you've lost to and came back to take them out. I'd say you know as well as anybody what affect seeing you winning a fight against a rival has on Jake. That's just a given  for a man who loves female competition. It's natural he would find the victor hot and desirable. There was a past experience with her that happened too. When Jolene was coming on strong to Jake during one of your fights he wasn't exactly pushing her away. He may really not want to be or try hard to resist the temptation but Jolene reliving her victory for him,  well what catfight loving man wouldn't be tempted If that was the case. Jolene loves the feeling of being superior to other women and you especially. She knows as you do how close you came to beating her. She won't let that win go to waste.

[h_k]

My confidence is definitely shaken and only made worse now that you guys are pointing out how "there's nothing sexier than a triumphant woman". I thought I was past worrying about Jake and Jolene, but now I'm not so sure....

Tiberius should never have opened his big mouth! I bet you looked a thousand times sexier than Jolene – especially with no clothes on (which often helps) but even wrapped in flypaper and a pigskin cape – and you probably only lost because you were eaten by a shark right before the fight. I expect that affected your peripheral vision. It's probably one of the side-effects.
And meanwhile, we've lost Kiva again who's probably been arrested for killing Paige in the parking lot and carted off to gaol where she'll have to fight off the attentions of some enormous bull dyke before making it big in the inter-penitentiary fight scene. (Carl, meanwhile, will have to be helping Clarissa with her maths). And after laying out all the toughest broads in the US, Mexican and Thai prison fight leagues, she'll go inter-galactic, and have to fight all the worst criminals in the Universe! And they'll make films about her with titles like 'Fighting Nurses of Neptune' and Homer will probably put her in one of his poems (if he's still writing). But in the meantime, if she gets time in prison to do any writing of her own, Kiva's got to finish the story about Carl and his psycho sister, and you could maybe send Jake back to Billy's to have a word with the bouncers to see if the security cameras got any footage of the Kiva-Paige fight. Bet that was epic and will make a great story: a real Paige-turner   

[Kiva]

Oh Kelli...I don't know what to say         
Maybe this is one of those times when it's best to say nothing other than I am here for you.
Let's go out for some drinks when you're ready.
And when you start fighting again, if you need a workout partner, or if you need me to watch Jake again (I don't think you will), or if you'd like me to kick Paige's ass, you know how to reach me.
Love ya

[Kiva]

I love how this fight is sequenced. I think fight scenes are one of the toughest challenges in creative writing. To convey the technical aspects, pacing, intensity and emotions without too much verbiage (which can weaken it) is difficult. Add in erotic components and you really have a tough job. You do it so well. Thank you so much for your sharing your talent.

[mMikebl]

Technically, Trisha won the fight.  She extracted the first submission.

Not really, the rules were that the winner had to accept the loser's submission. 

I cover my bases. 

I was just about to respond to "Sinclairfan's" comment (after chapt 4) when I saw your response.  You are correct, Patricia said: "Oh, and Kelli, the only rules will be no biting or eye gouging...and it ends only when the winner accepts the loser's surrender."

"Chapter 4: Suburban Savagery" was a very descriptive telling of an epic fight.  Patricia's initial behavior at the park established her as a bitch of the highest magnatude.  I hope Kelli learned her lesson and doesn't offer quarter again as she did early in the fight:    "Patricia's punches seem like they are losing steam and mine continue to crash against her ribs and stomach with devastating effect. I decide to make my move to take control. I grab her wrists and slam her hands to the ground pinning them and mounting her chest. "Had enough, bitch?" I shrieked at my pinned foe."      Obviously, her knee then viciously striking your pussy made it clear that you needed to continue crashing punches into her until her punches  not only lost steam but had stopped altogether!  Then a couple more for good measure.  Patricia made the same mistake with her taunting after Kelli's attempt to surrender later.  Save the taunting for when it is over.  There is no graciousness or being a good sport in a CATFIGHT WITHOUT ANY RULES except no biting or eye gouging.  I was hoping that rather than waiting for her to respond to your request for her to surrender, you would have kept up the initiative, by slamming her head onto the ground a few more times, before standinng and kicking her in the pussy.  Then you could finally acknowledge her surrender.  Patricia was such a bitch she would have deserved it. 

This was well told with many simple details indicating Kelli may be a natural fighter such as her thought upon being punched for the first time - "As the coppery tasting blood oozes into my mouth, I find it reassuring that it makes me more mad that it scares me" -  Wow, fearless.  I eagerly anticipate more of Kelli's/your adventures.

[mMikebl]

That was great. You had her most of the way and then get caught in the stronger woman's bearhug. Nice story.

    I will never see another wooded trail surrounding a subdivision or walk/run on such a trail without wondering if there is a clearing hidden beyond the brush.
   Once again in chapter 5 "Trial on the Trail", you stopped punching too soon and moved in close to throw a heavier woman to the ground to finish her.  Instead you ended up in a bear hug and lost.  I hope you realize that your impatience is dangerous.  You seem quick with your feet and hands.  Use it to your advantage and pummel your opponent into a helpless submission.  Being the "nice" woman you are, you can destroy their abs and ribs and leave their face mostly presentable.  In each chapter so far, Kelli has been the less brash and had a cleaner, less vicious choice of words.  It is painful to read about you letting a nastier woman snatch victory from the edge of defeat simply because you get in a hurry, when a mere 5 or 6 more punches would render her incapable of using her weight advantage. 
   Your stories are all different in their detail and are masterfully written.  It gives the impression of realism.  I hope that "somewhere out there", there is an actual club awarding 'catpins', where fights are filmed and posted for members to watch.  May fortune smile on you in future adventures.

[mMikebl]

    Chapter 6 'Lesson in the Locker Room' was terrific.  Patricia paid you the ultimate compliment when she acknowledged that "you chose to merely beat her, when you could have hurt her bad".  She made the admission more than once.  Perhaps Patricia's loss to you taught her some humility and decency.  Her trusting you to do the same to her daughter was another compliment.  You rewarded Patricia's trust when you didn't smash Gina's face, but instead got up to force a surrender by bending her with her foot and hand while your foot was planted on her ribs.  Your restraint in not kicking the 20 year old girl near the end was admirable.  In the context of this story, it made sense and worked out.  I hope the same tendency toward mercy doesn't backfire on you in the future.

[FyreCracka]

Fyre's Fight Journal, Chapter 30: Matriarchal Mayhem

  For a while I thought Jolene might have broken my jaw when she knocked me out in Billy's cage. Both Kiva and Tom have assured me that it isn't, but damn, it sure as hell hurt like it was. Fortunately, after a couple weeks of soft food, I am good to go and everything else is at 100%. Jake has mostly convinced me that my loss to her was a fluke. A lucky... er, unlucky in this case, punch. I keep agreeing with him, but deep down, I'm not totally sure of that. I gave that bitch everything I had and she still finished with her foot on my chest.

  Either way, I'm chomping at the bit to get into a fight and work my way back another shot at her title without resorting to making a deal with that red haired devil for a rematch. I need to get that fight behind me. I'm pissed off and really need to take it out on some poor woman. At least, that's what I'm trying to convince myself of. While I am pissed, in reality, that's only half of what I'm feeling. The other half is this nagging doubt that is eating away at me. Can I beat her? Can I beat anyone anymore?

  Only one way to find out. Doing my best to banish the bad thoughts, I polish the old catpin and head out the door into the August heat to find a bit of trouble wearing a pair of cutoffs with flip flops and a green tank top with a black sports bra underneath. Hair tied in a ponytail sticking out the back of my ballcap. Kelli is goin' hunting.

  I drive towards the south shore of the local lake. There's bound to be something around here during the middle of the day, with the joggers, hikers, sun bathers and other types of fit, competitive women that could be on the prowl. Along the way I see one of the Doshi sisters putting a "for sale" sign out in front of a large lake house.

  The Doshi sisters have quickly earned a reputation of being a couple of the most ruthless, cutthroat real estate agents in the area since they moved here from California around a year ago. I wonder if those attitudes are purely reserved for their money making endeavors or if they feel the need to impose their will on more than just buyers and sellers. I barely tolerate most California transplants on a good day. I don't plan on tolerating this one. Maybe that will make today a good day.

Since she left the gate to the big house open while placing the sign, surely she won't mind if I drive right on in. I barely slow my jeep as I go wheeling by the woman in the green blouse and black skirt kicking up a nice little dust cloud as I go by on my way down the long driveway and finally park on the large circle drive in front of the door.

  That got her attention. I smile as I hear her screaming something at me as she stomps down the football field length drive way to where I have taken up my position casually leaning against my jeep, flip flop dangling off my big toe. As she gets closer I begin to make out her words as she continues to dust her clothes off. Good lord, this woman likes to demonstrate the versatility of the word "fuck".

  Once she is twenty or so yards away, my suspicions are confirmed when I see her catpin. "You dumb fucking blonde idiot-" the long, dark haired woman's eyes widen as she sees my pin. "Oh... I see now..." her eye narrow. "If that's what this is about, you are dumber than I thought."

  I quit leaning on my jeep and cockily begin to walk towards the woman. "Maybe I am... but what are you going to do about it?" I say as I stop less than a foot from one of the Doshi sisters. My nostrils flaring as I feel the familiar rush that comes before a fight.

  "Follow me inside and I'll show you, slut." The woman snaps as she turns towards the large double front door. I begin to size her up as we make our way to the house. We are very similar in size. She's just a smidgen shorter than my 5' 5 1/2" around 5' 5" or so. I'd venture that we both weigh around 130 pounds. Even our breasts are similar sized. I'd guess she is a few years younger than me, maybe 34. The Indian woman with her long black hair, dark eyes and brown skin simply has a different complexion than me.

  We get inside the huge house, which is clearly  being staged for the sales brochure or an open house, and the woman gets chest to chest with me. "Last chance, Tex... leave now or get your ass kicked." She growls.

  "I'm sure you'll try, sweetie... I'm not going anywhere." I reply. "What's your name anyway... I'm Kelli Rose... gotta make this official."

  "My name's Damini... Damini Doshi... it was on the fucking sign next to my picture, you dumb hick." She answers as we start to log into the app.

"Hold up!" A woman shouts as she runs in from the backyard dressed similarly in a black skirt and red blouse. "Damini, you know it's my turn!" I'm guessing this is the other Doshi sister. She looks a little older, around my age. She's a couple inches taller than me and maybe 5 pounds heavier, but shares the same B cup breast size as her sister and I. She saunters up to us and joins in the conversation. I stop entering Damini's information and wait to see how this plays out.

  "Uma... I saw her first... she nearly ran me over out there!" Damini replies.

  "No, no little sister, it's my turn. Plus you know I love beating the fuck out of blondes." Uma says back.

  "C'mon... she already fucking challenged me!" The younger Doshi argues, before they start pushing each other and tugging at one another's hair.

  I stand back with an amused grin watching the spectacle for a few moments. "As much as I'm enjoying you two relive your bratty childhood, I'd like to have a fight sometime this mornin'. Listen, I don't care which one of you I kick the hell out of, just pick one.... shit, give me enough time, I'll stomp a mud hole in both of your asses." I interject, trying to speed this along.

  What the hell? I see another woman out of the corner of my eye as she enters from the kitchen area dressed in beige shorts and a black camisole. "Mom... Aunt Damini... you know I only need one more fight to get my pin!" This one is no more than 19 years old. She is a little lighter skinned than the others and slightly thinner, 125 pounds or so. She's tall like her mother, Uma, about 5'7". Same pretty face, same B cup breasts but she has striking blue eyes that stand out against her light brown skin tone.

  "Advika! This doesn't concern you... except to watch and learn." Uma scolds the younger woman.

  "Ya gotta be kiddin' me!" I exclaim. "I should have packed a lunch...".  I stand with my hands on my hips, tapping my flip flop clad foot on the marble floor as I watch the three women bicker on who is going to have the honor of taking an ass whipping from me.

  "Girls... girls.... that'll be enough!" All four of our heads whip towards the top of the stairs. There is an Indian woman that looks to be in her mid fifties standing there with a stern look. The woman begins walking down the stairs, moving like an ally cat. She is in a dark business suit with a pink button down blouse and I can see a catpin clearly affixed to her lapel.

  Geez, what have I stumbled into here a whole catfight convent?

  "But mommy!.... I saw her first!" Damini whines. I take it that this is the mother.

  Uma steps in front of her younger sister. "But it's my turn, mommy!" It's a little creepy that two women in their mid to late thirties are still calling their mother 'mommy', but up until a couple years ago, I'd have thought it was weird that there is an underground fight club made up of regular women.

  Next, Advika hops in front "I only need one more fight for my pin... and she's BLONDE!" All of these women really do seem to hate blondes.

  "Silence, Uma... Quiet, Damini.... Hush Advika... I want this one...I just arrived a few days ago and haven't had a chance to crush one of you Texans." she says as she walks past the other women and stands directly in front of me. "Don't mind my daughters and granddaughter.. they get excited when someone as brazenly stupid as you volunteers to be destroyed by a Doshi woman" The woman eyes me up and down, like I'm a property she is about to bid on. "I am Ishita Doshi.... I'm the matriarch of this family and this company. You'll be fighting me.... though I'm sure any one of them would have you begging for mercy.... and I do find it tempting to consider watching Advika earn her pin against such a pretty... at least by the local standards... specimen."

  The younger women of the Doshi clan are giddy, exchanging little grins and nudging each other. Whispering back and forth about how 'mommy' is going to make the blonde cowgirl cry. I gather that it must be a treat to watch the 'matriarch' fight. I brush off all of their comments and focus on Ishita. "Whatever... as long as I get to put a beatin' on one of ya... oh and I'm Kelli... Kelli Rose." I don't know if it's their arrogance or what, but I feel like playing up my accent before I prove to them how wrong they are.

  "So... Mrs. Rose, how would you like for me to defeat you today?" Ishita says calmly. I don't know if this is some sort of head game or if she honestly thinks she will beat me, but she is starting to get under my skin.

  Thinking of my jaw and all the punches my poor face has absorbed in my last two fights, I answer. "Seeing as the nature of your work requires you to be presentable, Mrs. Doshi.  How about slaps only to the face, everything is legal below the neck? Loser admits her inferiority... and gives up her unmentionables... And since this is your place, I'll defer to you on where and attire."

  "There's that proud Texas attitude I've heard so much about... I'm going to enjoy this, cowgirl..." The nerve of this woman to call me cocky. That's the pot calling the kettle black. With all of this cowgirl talk I should have worn my boots. "Your terms are acceptable... we will battle in the backyard. Don't mind the mess, we are putting in a pool... almost a necessity with this cursed heat you people live with and the pit they have dug will be a fitting arena for us. " Ishita puts her finger to her bottom lip, tapping it and looking me over before continuing. "Topless... underwear only. No need to ruin this suit. Uma, Damini, get the cameras... Advika, find some towels, getting a little muddy will be a small price to pay to not destroy the lawn." Confident and calculating, this woman either bluffs better than anyone I've ever met or she is going to be a real test today.

  Moments later, all five of us are in the backyard of the estate. Sure enough, there is a huge pit just off the patio. I neatly fold my tank top, cutoffs and sports bra, placing them along with my cap and flip flops in a lawn chair. I tightly tie my blonde hair in a ponytail before I descend into the 'pit' in only a baby blue pair of cotton panties.

  It's August in Texas and most of the area is bone dry but it seems that my opponent has found the one place in the metroplex where there is an abundance of mud. The thick, claylike muck isn't deep but it is slick and it will slow me down and most likely force us to fight on the ground. I suspect my older opponent is counting on this. I wouldn't expect anything less clever from woman as successful as her.

  Ishita stands at the ridge of the pit while her clan removes her clothes. It looks a bit like the reverse of a warrior's squires assisting with the putting on of armor. When they are finished, the matriarch is left only in a slightly frilly pair of pink panties that pop against her brown skin. She climbs down into the pit and we stand across from each other, sizing one another up now that we are nearly naked.

  Across the pit from me stands a very proud and confident 55 year old woman.  Her hair is jet black, save one small white strip near the middle of her widow's peak and is tied in braid that hangs half way down her back. The 5'4", 140 pound woman still has a nice body for her age but she has the softness that comes with it. Her breasts are larger than any of the other Doshi's- or mine, they look to be C cups, and her bronze orbs are putting up an admirable battle against gravity.

  Finally, I take special note of her long, well manicured pink nails that look to have been shaped into claws. While I do keep my nails nice, I simply work too much with my hands or I played too much basketball for them to ever get very long. Before I was a catfighter, I was always jealous of women who had long beautiful nails. That probably stemmed from being told by some snooty woman that having that having long, fancy nails showed you weren't a part of the lowly working class. I would bet Ishita is a lot like that snooty woman.

  I become aware of the daughters around the top of the pit with their cameras pointing at their mother and me. "I feel I should offer you one last chance to save yourself some pain, cowgirl... kneel before me, surrender your undergarments and you may walk out of here with only a slightly bruised ego" Ishita commands confidently. What is wrong with this woman?

  "You're joking, right grandma-" as soon as the last word leaves my lips, my head is spun around by a hard slap from the older woman.

  "Insolent bitch!... time to teach you some... respect-" this time it's my palm connecting with Ishita's cheek, sending her staggering.

  "Now we're even..." I snap, giving her a bitchy smirk and letting her know that I am not intimidated. I raise my hand and invite the haughty whore to a test of strength. "Let's see what ya got, old woman..." It seems I might have found a trigger that I can manipulate to keep Ishita unfocused with comments about her age.

  The dark haired woman huffs and cautiously moves to meet me. We interlock our fingers on one hand, then the other. I have to focus almost as to stay upright as I do to overpower my pink pantie clad opponent. We grunt as we strain against one another. We plod around cautiously as we are locked in a stalemate. The old bitch is as strong as I am but I feel Ishita's arms begin to tremble as endurance becomes a factor.

  The cocky arrogance in the real estate mogul's eyes starts to fade as the inevitability of me overpowering her is solidified. I bend her wrists backwards and she retaliates by digging her claws into the skin of the back of my hands. "Bitch!" I curse before I refocus and continue to muscle my foe towards the wet earth.

  I almost have Ishita's knee to the ground when she twists her body, causing both of us to loose our footing and fall into the shallow mud. Our hands remain interlocked as we start to catball in the pit. Our legs writhe and slither trying to control the other woman's and gain the mount. Our breasts press against each other's and I feel my firmer girls pressing into her softer, heavier tits.

  We finally, release our holds on each other's hands and begin the difficult task of trying to wrestle in the mud. The fight turns into a nasty, sloppy catball. Violent hair pulling combined with the vicious mauling of any body part that is able to be grabbed is turning this into a test of will and a battle of pain tolerances. All of which is hindered by the slick, all covering mud that makes everything harder to accomplish. Back and forth we go in a down and dirty struggle for supremacy.

  We roll around in the light brown ooze, battling to pin the other woman in the muck, our contrasting skin colors melding into the dirty beige of the surrounding earth. The moisture of the mud combines with the blazing midday Texas sun and the primal, nontechnical nature of purely pain causing tactics to create a hellish environment down in the pit and within the initial minutes, I can already feel the oppressive heat trying to sap the energy from my body. It's almost a relief to be on your back in the cooler mud than baking in the sun... almost.

  Much like in our test of strength, I begin to assert myself as the stronger of us. Finally planting the stout Indian woman's back into the soft mud with authority, indicating I have taken command of this fight. I glare down at my prey, her face still relatively free of the mud that coats most of the rest of our bodies. "Well now, Mrs. Doshi, I feel I should offer you the chance to submit now and save yourself further embarrassment." I say mockingly resting in a full body pin with the real estate matron's wrists and hips bearing most of my weight.

  "Fuck... you.... blonde.... cxnt!" The Indian woman screams as  she struggles to free herself from my pin but the slickness and softness of the mud result in her just expending more energy while her feet slip and slide as she tries to find traction.

  I pin her down again with even more authority. "Not... very polite of you... Maybe I should teach you a little about Texas manners." I taunt. My older opponent has slowed but the hatred in her eyes is raging more than ever as I begin to dominate our fight.

  As much as the mud is making it hard for Ishita to get out from under me, it is making it equally as difficult for me to hold onto her wrists and she manages to free a hand. Next, the rich bitch plunges her talons deep into my titflesh. I howl in pain as her claws send a searing pain throughout my chest rivaled only by the time Jolene sunk her teeth into me. I have no doubt that but for a getting mouthful of mud this woman would have already employed the same tactic. Then, the crafty cxnt explodes in a flurry of motion and dislodges me, sending us rolling in the muck again.

  As we roll through the sludge, the sadistic slut begins to dig her nails into my shoulders and arms as we catball. I can't keep from screaming and she knows she found something that works. I begin to retaliate and while my claws aren't as long or as sharp- or as nicely done, but hearing her groan as I dig them in keeps me in the fight.

  As our sloppy catball continues, I know that the long clawed cxnt is causing more pain to me and things won't go well if I try to stay in a scratching match. I reach into the muck, which is now getting deeper as we keep rolling around, getting a handful of it. I screech "eat... this... bitch!" as I shove the slimy shit into her panting mouth.

  The old bitch recoils. Coughing, sputtering and gagging as she tries to get the filth out of her mouth. I capitalize on the distraction and pounce on her, knocking her onto her back. I grab her biceps, keeping her arms pressed into the earth and her wicked claws only able to scratch the air. I almost am able to get back to a mount but end up with one leg trapped between hers.

  Trying to secure the mount, I inadvertently send a knee into the older woman's crotch. She gasps in pain. The next knee that slams into Ishita's honeypot is not inadvertent. She groans from the strike. "What's the... matter granny... your old twat... not used to taking.... a good... pounding?" I hiss as knee after knee crashes into the matriarch's pussy knocking out any fight that might be left in the Indian woman. I pause to look at my handiwork before I get back to my feet.

  I stand above my prey as she lies writhing and moaning on her back in the sludge. Instinctively, I wipe some of the excess mud from my body flinging it to ground with a splat. I hear her daughters yelling their encouragement and trying to will their mother back into this fight. I glare up at them and shout "Make sure... y'all get... a good shot ... of this!", as I turn back towards the bustier woman who has managed to make it to her hands and knees.

  Ishita is struggling just to stay on all fours when my soccer kick slams into her previously battered nether regions with a satisfying smack that silences her once cheering family members. The older woman lands face first in the mud, her hands massaging her private parts as she begins to sob.

  I saunter over to the haughty whore, straddle her and drop onto her lower back, driving a pained gasp from her lips. Snatching her braid and I pull her face out of the mud. "You ready ... to surrender now... Mrs. Doshi?" I confidently ask as I apply a bit more pressure by pulling the Indian woman's mud covered hair.

  Ishita groans, resisting the hold by planting her hands in the mud. Pushing up to alleviate some of the pressure, her back arches until her tits come out of the muck with a sucking sound. "Go... to... hell... cxnt!" She grunts out through gritted teeth.

  The defiance by my clearly defeated rival sends my temper flaring. Without letting go of her hair I hop up and muscle the stupid bitch onto her back before I return to a schoolgirl pin, sitting on her belly, her menacing talons trapped beneath my shins. I use one hand to grab her jaw and reach back with the other, my nails clamping on to her brutalized pussy.

  "Now... before I hurt you... more than any other woman.... ever has... I'm going to ask you... one ... more... time.... Do. You. Fucking. Give?" I growl with all of the rage from dealing this bitch's attitude and the release of the pent up emotion from my humiliation at the hands of Jolene.

  Meekly, I hear Ishita moan out "I give".

  "That's not ... fucking good enough... bitch!" I snap, digging my fingers into her.

  "I give!.... I give.... you win!" Ishita blurts out, her will now broken. She exhales as I ease the pressure of my hold on her fun bits.

  "...and?" I remind her of our rule. "Make sure... they... hear it!" I say glancing at the Doshi clan as they watch.

  "I surrender.... to Mrs. Rose.... she is the superior woman..." Ishita says clearly and loudly. Though, I do detect a tremble in her voice and see some of the mud on her face being washed away by her tears.

  I lean down and whisper into the defeated woman's ear. "Now tell them to get the hose.... I want to make sure everyone sees me standing over you."

  "Grand daughter... get the hose... and clean Mrs. Rose and I off.." she commands Advika somehow already regaining her composure. The youngest Doshi returns in a few seconds and I feel the cool, clean water from the hose spraying down on us in the pit. A welcome relief from the sauna like conditions we just did battle in. I stand and watch the mud run down my body until I can see my skin again. Ishita continues to lie on her back in the pit. Her face and chest are rinsed clean enough as a puddle forms all around her.  "That'll do, Advika..." she says, causing her grand daughter to cut the water.

  I plant my still mud foot in between her two heaving tits. The tan slime oozing down her recently cleaned body. I watch as her daughters, still in disbelief, continue to film their mother's defeat. "Now... give me what you owe me..." I command as I glare into the matriarch's dark eyes. The darker skinned woman refuses to look at me as she works to shimmy out of her mud caked panties. I grab them and triumphantly hold them above my head, resuming my victory pose once more for the cameras.

  Damini, then Uma climb into the pit and see to their conquered mother with no regard to the mud that is getting all over their expensive clothes. I watch as the two try to rebuild her confidence. All three are in tears and Ishita refuses to look up as she sits naked in the pit. I wonder when the last time she lost was. She sure doesn't take it well.

  "You'll pay for this.... you.... you... blonde bitch!" Uma screams at me before turning back to her mother. "It will be alright, mommy... I'll hurt her. I promise."

  Wiping her tears and smearing her mascara, Damini stands up. "I will fucking beat your fucking ass right fucking now, fucking cowgirl cxnt." The younger sister growls, unbuttoning her blouse. Unbelievable, she managed to drop four 'F-bombs' in such a short sentence.

  Before I can even respond, Ishita speaks. "Calm yourself, child.... you know the rules... let her go.... she... won." The elder Doshi drops her head again and the sisters return to taking care of 'mommy'.

  I climb out of the pit with my mud caked 'trophy'. Advika is standing there with the water hose and a face like a pissed off rattlesnake. Still feeling like a conquering Amazon, I command "little girl, rinse me off... now!" The youngest of the Doshi clan glares at me silently, then begins to use the hose to rinse the remaining mud from my body.

  After about 30 seconds, the bitch decides to use her thumb to turn the hose into a spray nozzle hitting me directly I'm the face. "Like this, bitch?" Advika barks her anger at me evidently boiling over.

  I snatch the hose out of her hands and stick my index finger into her chest. "You do not want to do this little girl!" I snap back. Only a foot or so separates us. The other women are still in the pit and unaware that the 19 year old and I are so close to conflict.

  Advika tries to look tough but her eyes can't hide her fear. "I... I... know the rules... you old skank... you're lucky.... I'd ... I'd..."

  I cut her off. "You'd what, little girl?" I may have just been in a battle with Advika's grandmother and not be in the best condition to take on a young fit woman, but I sense that she is uncertain. I gamble that acting overwhelmingly aggressive will cause her to back down.

  I'm half right, while she is uncertain what to do, she chooses not to back down and gets chest to chest with me. Her voice is trembling. "I'll ... I'll... fuck ... you.... u-u-up". In a way, I almost admire the young woman's courage to stand up for her family. Almost.

  "You really don't want to take an ass whipping' that won't get you your pin... this is for your own good.." I say knowing she is aware that an unsanctioned fight won't count and giving me just enough of a distraction to use a stiff arm to shove Advika into the muddy pit with the rest of her family.

  I peer over the edge to see the shocked woman wiping the mud from her face "Bitch... fucking ... bitch!... I'm going to-"

  "You're going to let her leave, child... you all are." Ishita commands. I'm not sure if it's because she is the most mature, logical and calculating of the family or if she is scared because I defeated her and she truly is their best, but I'm glad she is being the voice of reason here.

  Without taking my eyes of them, I finish hosing most of the mud off of me. Quickly, I get dressed removing my soaked panties and foregoing my sports bra as I throw the cutoffs and tank top back on. With the adrenaline fading and all of the threats still in the pit, I start to feel pretty damn good. Sure, the scratches in my skin sting beyond belief but, dammit, I just beat that woman's ass and put the fear of God into her whole family. I'm back... I'm fucking back.

  First, I text Jake "Get home... I need you". Then, as I start to drive home, I call Kiva "Girl.... you will never believe what just happened..." I excitedly recount my tale to the nurse for the entire trip home.

  Once I get home, I soak in the tub, soothing my aches and pains as I bask in my victory. I hear Jake come in the house as I am getting out and drying off. He comes in in a rush. "Kell... what happened? Is everything alright-" he sees me toweling off with all of the scratches- and huge smile. "Oh... how good did that feel?" his face relaxes and  a smile forms on his lips. He sees the dirt ring around the tub that has drained since he made it into the room. "Umm... did you give the dog a bath, too?"

  I drop the towel and strut towards my husband with my confidence renewed. I use my naked body to pin him against wall. I feel fucking sexy right now and I'm taking what's mine. "No baby... the fight was... a little... dirty.... you... like... dirty... don't... you?" I'm hitting everyone of the big man's buttons right now and feel his sizable package harden.

  My husband is nearly tripping over his tongue "please say there's video..." he manages to get out as he nearly rips his clothes off before whisking me off my feet and on to the bed.

  I give him a sly grin as his thick chest press down on mine as he climbs on top. "... plenty of time for that... after.." I twist my hips and put him beneath me just like I'd do in a fight. "After I take my prize...". Oh, I'm definitely back and I know I'll have plenty more adventures but for now, I'm going to savor this one and enjoy it to the fullest.

[Tiberius J.C.]

You sure have a way with Indians! General Custer could have used you at Little Bighorn.