The two women hated each other, their gangs hated each other, and there was no love lost between Sasha and Trina. They had never fought each other before, but they had beaten the shit out of women in each other's gangs before. Everyone recognized that they were the two strongest women in the gangs and everyone knew that if they ever fought, it would be violent and nasty and it would end the debate as to which group of women ruled the neighborhood.
It had been avoided for some time, but tonight it was going to happen. They had been fucking with each other--Sasha had beat up Trina's cousin, Trina had beaten the daylights out of Sasha's best friend, sending her to the hospital for stitches and a broken rib. Sasha had fucked Trina's father and Trina had seduced Sasha's brother---things had gotten ugly.
The group of women waiting for them at the old warehouse were a mix of women from both groups and the tension was already high.
The two women walked in from opposite doors almost simultaneously and there were no words, no exchange, nothing, The crowd immediately formed a large circle and Sasha and Trina charged at each other. Trina was about 15-20 lbs heavier than Sasha with darker hair, but other than that they were both brunettes with olive skin. Not surprisingly, the fight was brutal. Fists were flying instantly and there was no defense. Blow after blow pounding Into their bodies, faces, tits, bellies, flanks. Both were bleeding almost instantly from their noses or mouths. It was going to be a fight of stamina.
Neither actually knew it, but Trina was the stronger woman. Her punches were hurting Sasha slightly more than Sasha's were hurting Trina, but Sasha was a bit quicker, so she was getting more blows in. After a few minutes of truly pounding one another, they grappled and fell to the floor. Sasha ripped Trina's shirt off and tore her foe's flesh with her sharp nails. Trina raked her claws down Sasha's cheek.
The fight was moving fast and furious. The two women were sweating. Trina's tits popped above the cups of her bra and Sasha bit her breast, drawing blood. Trina roared in pain and pressed her thumb into Sasha's eyeball causing the smaller woman to screech in agony. Trina was able to grab Sasha's shirt and pull it over her head, tangling her arms for a moment. Sasha had breast implants so she didn't wear a bra and she quickly shimmied out of the shirt but not before Trina slashed her claws across Sasha's breast.
The two women grappled again and rolled about in a catcall around the floor. Both were wearing lycra shorts which afforded them access to the other's lower body as well, but neither attacked the other's pussy at this point as they struggled with one another. Sasha pushed Trina's head back by her chin and Trina returned to digging her claws into Sasha's damaged, beautiful face. Topless, they growled and breathed hard, struggling with their enemy. Sasha was able to gain a straddle of Trina's body for a brief few punches and unloaded brutally into Trina's face, blood sprayed out as she broke Trina's nose and her supporters roared as she gained a clear advantage. Trina was strong and wild though and bucked Sasha off and they got to their feet.
They threw punches again, Trina caught Sasha hard on the side of her head and really rung her bell. Sasha stumbled, dazed. Trina hit with a flurry of punches that snapped her head and body and knocked her to the ground. As Trina charged at her to finish the other woman's destruction, Sasha kicked her in the gut. Trina was hurt. Sasha drove forward from the ground and tackled Trina. Again, the ground game was on. They grabbed each other by the year and yanked one another's head backwards. The veins in their necks stood out as they struggled with one another.
Despite being stronger, Trina was overpowered by Sasha and found herself on the bottom again. Sasha used her leverage to smash Trina's head into the ground. Trina was dazed. Vindictively, Sasha dug her nails into Trina's cheeks, leaving deep claw marks.
Trina failed to fight back for a moment. Sasha got up and kicked Trina in the head and then in her chest. She was exhausted. And hurt. Trina was wounded, perhaps done. Sasha was relieved at her victory.
"You done, bitch?" Sasha gasped, leaning on her knees, her big tits hanging from her chest.
Trina moaned, wincing and struggling to move.
"I asked if you were done, Trina? Are you asking for more?" and Sasha kicked her in the head again. Sasha's friends and supporters started cheering that the other woman was done, it was over, etc. Trina rocked to her side. She was battered and in bad shape. Sasha wasn't much better.
"ARE YOU FUCKING DONE?" Sasha asked, knowing that everyone had to hear it for the victory to truly be hers.
Again, Trina just moaned. Sasha grabbed her by the hair and yanked her to her hands and knees. Trina did not have the energy to fight back. She dog walked her in front of everyone and then straddled around her head as she kept the woman on all fours, yanked her head back, and began to punch her in the face. Trina protected her face with her hands and the two women struggled for a few moments: Trina to protect her face and Sasha to try to move her hands and then punch her.
Trina stood up, catching her shoulders between Sasha's legs and forcing the other woman to stumble back off of her. Sasha almost fell as she was forced away from her foe.
As Trina's face became visible to everyone, the entire crowd winced. Sasha had done a number on her. Trina spun to face Sasha, who was stepping forward to finish the fight. Trina's kick was devastating. It crashed into Sasha's crotch and stopped her dead in her tracks. The right cross literally knocked her off her feet. Trina was on her straddling her for the first time in the fight. She pummeled Sasha like she was a berserker. Sasha bucked and flailed and tried to punch up, but Trina was in a fury. Sasha was forced to cover up. Trina stood up and began stomping her. Sasha couldn't get away and couldn't defend herself. Trina took turns kicking her in the head and stomping on her belly and tits.
Sasha rolled to her belly to protect herself and Trina squatted down onto her back, grabbed two fistfuls of hair and slammed her face and forehead into the ground until Sasha stopped struggling.
She got off of Sasha, who was breathing but not moving, she then grabbed each of Sasha's ankles without resistance and punted her in the crotch. Sasha barely even moaned.
Trina looked around at everyone, her tongue thick, her face unrecognizable. "She's done...no need to ask."
And she stumbled over to her cousin and fell into her arms.
