Belladonna v Erin Lee

[Erin Lee]

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.

[Bella13]

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   

[jumpisay5]

Wow what a  great match. 2  incredible women, but  i have to support  the lady local to me. Come on Erin

[Erin Lee]

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"

[Bella13]

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...

[Wicked]

I'm looking forward to this matchup, Sorry Bella but I never go against Erin.

[Erin Lee]

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?

[Bella13]

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.

[Erin Lee]

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"

[Bella13]

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.

[jumpisay5]

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.

[Erin Lee]

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.

[Bella13]

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....

[Erin Lee]

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.

[Bella13]

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