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https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1738501Catfight Friday: Vanessa vs Anastasia
By Stone Kidman
Another Friday night at the League with two rookies looking to tear it up. Unlike other matches, where the winner took the majority of the purse, and the loser received roughly twenty five percent, these two women wanted it all or nothing; straight up. I guess there was no love lost between the pretty blonde American Vanessa, nineteen-years-old, 5'04" with a 36C, and the raven haired eighteen-year-old Anastasia from the Ukraine. Anastasia looked like she might've had some work done, sporting a 34D cup, both women had lots of tats. Vanessa's left arm was completely sleeved, having spent some time with a group of bikers, so the dirty blonde teen knew how to fight.
"I beat uglier woman than joo to get here," Anastasia sneered as the two women stepped into the center of the ring. They had chosen a prostyle theme for their catfight, though the mostly relaxed rules applied. They could only use slaps when striking the face, but anything below the throat was legal, including using the opponent's clothing as weapons. Despite being in the ring, there was no risk of disqualification, unless someone else came to interfere, as the two women stood wearing low cut one piece swimsuits.
"Fuck you, bimbo," Vanessa spat, trying to get past the heavyset older referee, who kept the two young women apart while they were being introduced. "I'll send your ass back to Russia in a fuckin' bodybag," Vanessa had a trace of a Hoboken accent that belied her gorgeous appearance. Both women had toned tummies with athletic bodies, not muscular but definitely spent some time in the gym. The ref made it clear that there would be no rope breaks and the fight was over once one woman went limp, even if she was faking it, or screamed out her surrender; tap outs were not counted. The loser got five minutes to do whatever they wanted with the winner. That was when Anastasia reached over to slap Vanessa's breasts through her black one piece swimsuit.
"I vill reep dose teets off your chest and give theeem to horny old men," she pointed to the audience of mostly middle aged guy who sat behind the guardrail that was close enough to the ring they could smack the canvas.
"Let's go, dyke, I want to see if those fake things are bolted on or not," Vanessa hissed back, flipping her opponent the finger. The announcer stated it was winner take all, including the loser's swimsuit, as Anastasia adjusted her nearly sheer white one piece. The lights reflected off the metallic shimmer, so the outline of her dark areolas were visible.
After the bell was rung, both ladies charged across the ring like bulls, swinging wild slaps at the other's head and grabbing handfuls of hair. Neither were playing defensive, as Anastasia was soon cursing her foe out. Her jet black hair reached to her midback, which made for an easier target, while Vanessa's blonde locks stopped above her shoulders. Still, the brunette was able to crank her opponent's head down, while the pair grunted and exchanged slaps to their beautiful faces.
"I keel you bitch," Anastasia growled, as she pulled her opponent forward, until she lost her balance. The brunette lost her grip on Vanessa's hair, while the blonde continued to rain down slaps and verbal jabs, until the Ukrainian babe shot an uppercut between her opponent's legs.
"Ugh," Vanessa grunted. She fell back against the ropes,while still holding Anastasia's long hair with her left hand, as her right held her own crotch. The blonde's face was twisted in agony, allowing Anastasia to get up to her feet. Her palm cracked off Vanessa's face, nearly spinning her, when the blonde tried to turn away, but Anastasia grabbed her opponent's hair and pulled her opponent back.
"See how weak barbie is," the brunette hissed, as she hammered her fist into Vanessa's abdomen. Vanessa let out a loud gust of air as she was used like a punching bag. After half a dozen blows, the wheezing blonde had been held upright by Anastasia wrapping her foe's hair around the top rope, the Ukrainian brunette flipped Vanessa over with a hairmare.
"I break you barbie," Anastasia said. The crowd cheered when the shorter fighter pulled down the straps of Vanessa's swimsuit. She knelt on her opponent's blonde hair while digging her nails into her opponent's C cups, twisting them savagely. Vanessa's feet kicked the mat while she made shrill squeals, before she grabbed a handful of Anastasia's long hair and pulled her opponent close.
"Cheating cxnt," the blonde hissed, after she locked in a choke hold once the two stopped rolling about the mat in a catball. Anastasia's long hair was stuck to her sweaty brow and covered most of her face while her limbs flailed about. The pair were on their sides while Vanessa dug her slender arm deeper into her opponent's throat, enjoying the gagging sound coming from the busty european. "Let's see how you like it," the blonde said. She kept her right arm cinched around Anastasia's throat while her left hand yanked down one of the straps on the brunette's white swimsuit.
"Ahh! Bitch!" Anastasia screamed after she slammed an elbow back into Vanessa's ribs. The blonde had twisted the ukrainian's tit, making the orb look deformed while she stretched the breast from Anastasia's chest. The brunette was enraged, but thankfully the elbow had knocked the wind out of Vanessa again. The blonde babe tried to crawl for the ropes when Anastasia came up behind and kicked her opponent between her open legs.
Ohhh, the crowd groaned. Vanessa curled into a fetal position on the mat, while Anastasia dragged the blonde to the ropes. "How slut like being choked," she shouted, while pressing Vanessa's throat over the bottom rope. The brunette pressed her foot on the back of Vanessa's neck, while the blonde tried reaching back to pull her foe's ankle. Anastasia eventually lost her balance, freeing the teen while allowing Vanessa to catch her breath, as she coughed and clutched her windpipe.
"Get up, bitch," Anastasia said. She grabbed the back of Vanessa's swimsuit, digging the material deep in her ass with an incredible wedgie that made the blonde hobble towards the corner, where the ukranian threw the blonde chest-first. Vanessa had her breasts squashed against the top turnbuckle, before Anastasia spun the blonde around and drove a knee into the blonde's crotch. The american's face turned into a big O shape as she bent over, clutching her twat. The brunette hooked Vanessa's head under her armpit and drove her face-first into the canvas with a DDT.
"Stupid whore," Anastasia said, a little out of breath while she stripped Vanessa of her swimsuit, "go screw men like bimbo barbie." She pulled Vanessa up to her feet by her hair, only to throw the blonde out through the ropes into the audience. Unfortunately, the side Vanessa landed on was mostly occupied by women, who tore into the attractive blonde by pulling her hair, kicking her ribs, stomping her tits and tearing at her nipples. The ref was yelling to toss the rookie back in but, by the time they shoved Vanessa into the ring, she was a mess. Her face and breasts were covered in welts, her stomach pockmarked in dark bruises and her hair in absolute shambles, as several of the women at ringside kept handfuls of the blonde locks as trophies.
"Poor barbie," Anastasia grinned as she came over to pull Vanessa up by her hair. "I put you out of misery and make you eat pussy." When the brunette dragged Vanessa to her knees, the blonde shot a nasty uppercut between the ukranian's thighs. Anastasia's feet left the mat as she was knocked onto her back, clutching her pussy, while a hot-tempered Vanessa grabbed her opponent's ankles.
"How's payback, bitch," Vanessa sneered as she stomped her heel down on Anastasia's abdomen twice before driving her knee into the brunette's cxnt. When the ukranian babe rolled over, curled in a fetal position with the wind knocked out of her, as she gasped to catch her breath, Vanessa grabbed her opponent's leg and locked in a single boston crab.
"Aieee! Fucking whore!" Anastasia screamed as she had her leg bent back far enough to nearly touch her shoulder, while the blonde continued to claw the brunette's pussy. The ref knelt to ask Anastasia if she wanted to submit, but the ukranian babe just spat at him in her native language, before she was dragged across the ring in the hold. Her one exposed tit was dragged along the coarse mat, before she felt Vanessa drove a fist between her foe's legs once more. The brunette was pulled up with a handful of hair when she received a kneelift to her stomach and one more to her other boob, knocking it out of her swimsuit. Vanessa pulled the top and middle ropes down around Anastasia's arms, trapping the brunette as she was still in a lot of pain from the pussy punch.
"Time to work those fake tits," Vanessa grinned, cracking her knuckles, "lets see if they're worth whatever your sugar daddy paid." Anastasia cursed and wailed as her D cups were hammered back and forth by the blonde, pausing to drill a punch into the brunette's abdomen whenever the ukranian started cursing at the nude blonde. Vanessa enjoyed taking a big bite out of her opponent's tits, the high pitch screaming coming from the thrashing brunette made her smile, until she quieted her with another punch to the breadbasket. Anastasia got one arm free after an uppercut to her left boob knocked her halfway free from the ropes, but while dangling from her right arm Vanessa got an idea.
"Let's send you home with a flat tire, bitch," the blonde growled. She held onto the top rope for leverage while she drilled seven kneelifts into Anastasia's right breast. After the last one, the ukranian slipped loose only for Vanessa to do a vertical jump, bouncing off the bottom rope, to bring both feet down; squashing Anastasia's melon. The sound of the implant popping was inaudible over the crowd, save for the beleaguered screams coming from the battered brunette.
"Ahh! Fucking god! What you do?" she howled, rolling on the mat while cradling her boob which hung down from her chest like a deflated balloon. Vanessa, undeterred, picked up her discarded swimsuit and used it like a leash, wrapping it around Anastasia's throat she pulled the ukranian into a camel clutch type of hold. The brunette gagged and tried to pull the black swimsuit away from her windpipe but Vanessa reached around to claw the injured breast, twisting her opponent's nipple as her garbled screams mixed with defiant swears.
"Do you submit?" the ref asked, kneeling down after Anastasia's face started turning bright red. She couldn't escape the hold, and the imploded implant had defeated her mentally. She was sobbing tears when Vanessa switched from breast clawing to yanking her opponent's long dark hair.
"Give up, bitch, or I'll fuckin' pop the other one," the blonde roared like a lion and reared back, choking Anastasia. The brunette's eyes bugged out, as if sensing her end, she raspily cried out her submission. Vanessa held on for a moment longer before finally letting her opponent drop to the mat, as the ref raised her hand. The blonde was still furious and stripped Anastasia of her white swimsuit, intent on keeping it as a trophy, before she threw the brunette out the other side of the ring. The ukranian was covered by horny men who groped and fucked her holes for five minutes, as was the winner's prerogative, while Vanessa watched and grinned.
"Who's the slut now, Nastasha," Vanessa smiled, while watching the men spitroast the nude ukranian. She walked to the other side, staring down at the female members who had abused her. Several of them nodded, as if showing their respect. Vanessa wasn't certain, but after a few more wins she might earn herself a sponsorship.
