The Circle: Rebecca versus Isabelle
What do you do when you feel you've conquered all around you? That had been a question forty five year old blonde American Rebecca had asked herself for a month. She wasn't exactly a professional on a legal circuit of fighting but underground had fought in wrestling tournaments. Topless boxing events and just outright brawls. She didn't win them all, still she'd won most and gained a reputation through her twenty years of fighting.
Still she'd sat in her New York apartment one night yearning for more. She'd had some fighters come over the borders from Canada and Mexico to fight. Typically though she felt she was facing the same women again. Beating them in front of the same crowds and getting paid roughly the same. She felt like she was in a rut as a fighter.
Looking at her body in the mirror one night as she went through her thoughts. While she wasn't young anymore. She was still toned at 148lbs. Standing 5'7 and flexing her arms. Her bush proudly trimmed as she loved to look proudly and sexy at the same time.
Speaking to one of her friends who knew her secret life that her neighbours didn't know about. Rebecca was told "why don't you travel for a little bit. There are women out in the world who'd fight you. Maybe try new experiences to get your mojo back." Rebecca hadn't thought about it. Hearing it put to her it sounded obvious.
Doing research when she went home, she thought about going to Thailand to try her hand in their underground circle. She'd get paid nicely for fighting local girls. Problem was she had heard about that gangs run some of the venues and weren't particularly pleased about their girls taking a beating.
That's when she looked up Africa at a whim. She saw powerful women and found something had intrigued her. A style of grappling in Senegal with striking called laamb. Seeing mostly men fight, still she found a video of two women bare titted fighting. Muscle versus muscle, fists and knees striking as they tried to get each other out of a circle dug in sand. One woman overpowered the other as Rebecca found herself orgasming with excitement. Picturing herself locked in combat with a woman like that.
Doing more research she found a guide and planned her travels. Before long after getting everything prepared apart from an actual fighting partner. She was soon flying to Senegal to see if she could find a warrior to fight her. Her heart was racing picturing the fight. Seeing herself hand to hand with a local fighter. A small crowd watching and of course in the end she drove the other woman out the circle. Of course she'd seen a few other fights where people were knocked out. All of it gave her a buzz she hadn't found in years.
Still the actual opponent would be a big problem. While women could wrestle, laamb was seen as a sport for men. Even with wrestling it would be only in a certain part of the country. With other parts looking down on women who grappled as men. Something that Rebecca found distasteful. She respected anyone with the guts to fight no matter if they were a male or another woman. Though obviously fact she fought might be why she had those thoughts.
Meeting her guide. He took her to a cafe near the airport to ask what she wanted from her trip. He nearly spat out his coffee when he heard exactly her thoughts. Telling her that wouldn't be possible. Rebecca nearly sighed in frustration till she whispered "I've seen videos of some of your women doing what I ask. I bet you've heard of the stories." Which made him visible gulp.
Taking a breath he told her he'd heard of a small village where the women were strong and there were rumours they competed against each other to settle disputes. Rebecca told him if he translated for her he'd get a bonus, showing him a lot of money. He waved her to hide it before agreeing.
Soon they were traveling to this village. Rebecca was almost lost to the wonderful sites around her. Even as the guide tried to describe what was around them, she was lost to her own thoughts, making him give up and sit silently as they travelled.
Entering the village. Most of the locals stared hard seeing a white woman in their midst. Knowing it was som tourist and hoping it wasn't someone trying to see them as some novelty act that would perform for them. Though some of the women eyed up the newcomer as Rebecca wore black shorts, a black t-shirt and brown boots.
The guide found one of the older women in the village, pointing at Rebecca and asking about what she wanted. The woman looked past the guide to Rebecca, looking her up and down as she asked the guide if this was for real. He assured her and Rebecca had come for a fight. Wanting a laamb fight specifically.
Waving over one of the younger women. The old woman told her what this visitor wanted. The guide was told this was their champion called Isabelle. Who told the guide "I want to fight her" as she looked at Rebecca. The guide was told the stata of Isabelle so Rebecca had a choice to back out.
Over came the guide to Rebecca, who was told Isabelle was twenty one years old, stood 5'6 and weighed 146lbs. Rebecca looked over at Isabella and there was a nasty glare exchanged between them. Rebecca telling the guide "does the bitch think she scares me? Tell her I want her." Pointing at Isabelle so there was no doubt on the challenge being made official. Isabelle grinned seeing that as she waved Rebecca to bring it on.
The old woman told Isabelle not here as some of the men watched closely to what was happening. With the old woman and Isabella going over to the guide, telling him to stay put in the village. Only Rebecca, Isabelle and a handful of women could witness what was to happen. Rebecca was a little unsure of that till Isabelle hissed under her breath "I will break you." Making Rebecca grin at her.
Out the village they walked the group. The guide told to tell the men that the women were simply showing the visitor a beautiful spot around the area. The reality is that Rebecca and Isabella were on opposite sides of the group wanting to batter each other. The tension was clear between them as they were warriors that couldn't stand someone thinking they could handle them in a fight.
Once they were away from prying eyes, a few women drew a large circle in sand. Rebecca watched keenly as they did so. Almost forgetting Isabelle as her opponent took off her bra and then proceeded to remove her skirt to be standing in just white knickers.
Rebecca licked her lips as Isabelle flexes her arms. Trying to intimidate the older female. Instead Rebecca kicks off her boots before beginning to strip off. Once down to her red knickers, Rebecca surprises the locals by removing them, baring all as she yells at her opponent "lose the knickers! Let's really fight!" Making some women in the group look disgusted by what she was doing. Others looked excited as Isabelle seemed taken aback. Till a smirk crossed the younger woman's face. Off come her knickers as both proud women stood totally bare to each other.
One of the crowd asked Rebecca if she knew the rules. She told them that she'd studied the fights closely. One of the women though made sure to tell her once she was in the circle, she better fight to win. Making Rebecca's nipples harden as she loved the hint of a threat. Isabelle's were too as she was excited to be tested by someone outside of her village. Especially in such primal combat.
Entering the circle from opposite sides they begun to circle. There was no bell to ring or anyone to order them to fight. They knew now they were all alone inside this circle. Only the better woman could leave it the same as the loser would be ashamed. Already both were throwing jabs to guage the range. Rebecca landing a nice straight to her opponents left cheek. Isabelle lands a nice right into the chest of the American in reply.
Both felt a hint of the others raw power. Kicks started to be thrown at legs to try to unbalance each other. The cracks of flesh on flesh rung out as the women around them smiled, enjoying this test of raw power as the fighters got closer and both lunged at each other, one hand gripping a bicep, the other pushing at a shoulder as they attempted to muscle each other backwards.
Eyes were locked in tense stares as both would budge their opponent back a little before they got pushed back. Sweat already coated them under the hot sun. Rebecca wishing she'd shaved her hair down as she felt some strands of hair stick to her cheeks. Isabelle wouldn't say it now but she was impressed by this strangers power matching her own. Of course both thought the other would wilt under their strength.
Rebecca tried to take down her opponent, giving her a nudge to create space, she sprawled going for the legs of Isabelle. Who saw it coming and dives forwards. Getting on the back of Rebecca. Isabelle starts punching the body of the blonde with her right fist. Rebecca hisses with each clean hit, trying to work her way out from under her rival. Isabelle snarled "this is white woman?" As she felt that she had Rebecca now.
But Rebecca pushed her way out to the side and with a nice grip on the left leg of her opponent and one on her right hip. Rebecca pushed Isabelle to her back and paid her back with two lefts into her belly to make the local fighter groan. Trying to mount Isabelle, Rebecca was kicked in her legs as Isabelle fought hard to not let that happen.
Soon Rebecca has to give it up and decides to stand. Waving Isabelle to get up to fight as the black woman nods. Getting up but soon having to grapple with Rebecca as the American charges in. Breasts smack together as they lock arms around each other. One arm around the others shoulder, the other around their torsos. Grunts of effort rung out as they kicked up sand. Some clung to their bodies as they felt like they were pushing at a mirror image of themselves. Growing frustrated, yet their pussies betrayed part of their feeling as their juices made them slip from the excitement of such a tough test.
This time Rebecca trips Isabelle to the sand with her left leg wrapping around her opponents calf. Falling in the center of the circle. Rebecca tells her rival "you aren't all that bitch." As she pushes her left hand under the chin of Isabelle, while her right fist smacks at the left tit and ribs of Isabelle. Making the bottom fighter wince as she cries out in pain.
Getting her legs out from under Rebecca, Isabelle manages to scoot her body up enough to scissor the waist of the white woman. Locking her ankles as Rebecca cries out. Feeling like her body is going to be crushed like a can under these mighty thighs that flex for all to see. Rebecca can't remember feeling such power in an opponent. Head back as she screams out.
"I've got you know.." hissed Isabelle as she revelled in her opponents pain. Driving back Rebecca to her left side. Isabella punched at the cheek of her opponent with her left fist. Rebecca's cheek reddening up as Rebecca angrily punched at the legs of her rival. One hits Isabelle around the back of her knee to loosen the grip. Giving Rebecca a chance to push free and retreat back.
Again they stood up with Rebecca breathing harder. Rubbing her stomach as Isabelle waved at her to fight. Moving closer they swing in some hooks, not all land but the ones that do send sweat flying as both these powerful women get knocked back a step. Rebecca soon kicked Isabelle in her left knee to make her shake it. Charging her opponent, Rebecca got her closer to the edge of the circle. Isabelle's eyes going wide as she desperately fights it. Managing to move around to get back towards the center.
When Rebecca goes for the kick again. Isabelle dodges it and lands a right hook to the body. They hiss as they get hit before going back to body to body. Rebecca is surprised when her opponent lifts her up in a bearhug like move. Slamming her onto her back as she feels the wind escape her.
Jumping on Rebecca as the blonde tries to sprawl to her front. Isabelle is trying to muscle her down flat. Punching at the back of Rebecca to make her wince. Rebecca gets to all fours trying to shake off Isabelle. Knocking the younger woman off before she dives after her.
Both are getting desperate to win. Grappling around the sand swapping positions. Rebecca gets on top and starts muscling Isabelle towards the boundary before she is pushed to her face and knocked off onto her back. Sweat is dripping off their bodies. Juices mix at times when their pussies grind and they can't help but let out little moans.
Feeling their movements slow down as they tire. Rebecca makes a mistake as she is pushed to her face to the sand by Isabelle. Who gets on her back and smacks her repeatedly to the face with short right hooks. Rebecca sees blood on the sand as a cut opens on her cheek from the bare knuckle punches. Her head is starting to spin from the heat and the punches.
Isabelle in a show of her raw power grabs Rebecca around her waist, standing up with her looking like a drunk about to be thrown out a bar. Isabelle moves the few inches to the edge and tosses Rebecca out the circle. The beaten woman rolling on her back blinking hard as she sees the sun blazing down.
Down onto her backside goes Isabelle as she breathes harder then she has ever done for a fight. She nods as she is cheered by the other women watching. Handed a bottle of water to cool down as she pours some over her head before drinking the rest.
While Rebecca is helped to sit up. She grabs the water bottle with a nod to the villagers. Drinking it and staring hard at Isabelle. Both still tense wondering what the other will do. The others chatting amongst themselve in awe at what they witnessed.
Both combatants soon stand up and move slowly towards each other. Hands on hips a moment as they just silently stare daggers at each other. Till Rebecca holds out her right hand. Isabelle nods with a smile as she accepts the handshake. Tensions going down as respect is shown. Both embracing sweaty bodies as Rebecca tells Isabelle "that was the fight of my life darling." Making Isabelle laugh.
They gingerly go to their clothes but Isabelle tells the other villagers "I'll get her back to the village. We'll be ok." The rest look on worried that they might kick off again. Seeing Isabelle's stern look at them though makes them retreat to the village. Rebecca herself looks at Isabelle wondering if she wants to throw more punches or grapple.
But once the women are out of clear eye sight. Isabelle steps into Rebecca to give her a passionate kiss. Rebecca kisses her back with equal vigour. Of course both being proud women, once they are on the sand they just fought on. Both are seeking to be on top as their pussies grind together. Grappling for moments before Rebecca admits "you beat me.." laying on her back letting this black titan fuck her hard. Clits fencing as both cry out in ecstasy.
Hands caress bodies as they exchange love bites. Soon enough they orgasm hard. Eyes shut as they scream out in pleasure. Their juices coating their pussies, bushes and over their thighs. Still fucking each other through the orgasm as they are almost feral fucking each other.
Next time around Rebecca takes the top spot. Grinding and biting the neck of Isabelle to mark her. Tits slap together at times as they are a mixture of rough and pleasuring each other in this love making session. With another orgasm ripping through them as they howl together.
Laying together side by side. Arms around each other as they pant and touch foreheads. Rebecca tells Isabelle "fuck.... You are amazing..." Which makes Isabelle reply "you too.... Sweetheart... You're magnificent." As both tenderly caress each other. Kissing softly as the animal aggression they felt is gone for now.
Once they feel up to it they stand up with help from the other. Using what's left of their water to clean their pussies. Rebecca tells Isabelle "I adore you but someday I will try to return here, step in that circle and beat you honey." Making Isabelle smile cockily to her.
Edging closer till their bare breasts touch. Isabelle responds "anytime you want my title I am here. Happy to beat you once more." Both smile at the thought of a rematch. No kiss this time but a push to each other to let their rival know that while they loved to fuck. The fight between them was more important.
Heading back to the village. Rebecca told anyone who asked what happened that she stupidly fell over and got the cut. That Isabelle was an amazing help to her. Of course most of the village women grinned as they looked at their champion proudly.
Rebecca flew home two days later with a renewed excitement for fighting. She'd found an opponent that gave her the toughest fight she'd had in years. It made her train harder. Hit her punch bag with greater venom thinking of her defeat at the hands of Isabelle was the motivation she needed.
