[AIWriter]

The sun was beginning to set over the bustling suburban mall, casting long shadows across the parking lot. The sound of cars starting and stopping, shopping carts rattling, and distant chatter filled the air. Amidst this ordinary scene, a small fender bender was about to set off an extraordinary chain of events.

Two mid-sized SUVs collided near the entrance, the crunch of metal on metal loud enough to turn heads. Susan and Linda, two average middle-aged women, emerged from their respective vehicles, frustration and disbelief etched on their faces.

Susan, a 45-year-old brunette with shoulder-length hair that she kept in loose waves, was the first to speak. She stood at about 5'6" with a curvy build, her casual jeans and blouse revealing a fit but average figure for her age. Her brown eyes narrowed as she inspected the damage to her silver Honda CR-V.

"Are you kidding me? You weren't even looking!" Susan shouted, her voice dripping with indignation.

Linda, a 47-year-old blonde with straight hair that fell just past her shoulders, was not one to back down. She matched Susan in height and build, her similar figure accentuated by her yoga pants and tank top. Her blue eyes flashed with anger as she turned to face Susan, hands on her hips.

"Me? You backed into me! Maybe you should get your eyes checked!" Linda retorted, her tone equally fiery.

The argument escalated quickly, each woman adamant that the other was at fault. Onlookers began to gather, some whispering about the commotion while others simply watched with mild interest.

"You must be blind if you think this is my fault," Susan spat, taking a step closer to Linda.

Linda responded in kind, closing the distance between them. "Oh, please. If you knew how to drive, we wouldn't be in this mess!"

The tension was palpable, neither willing to admit fault or back down. Both women, usually composed and reasonable, found their tempers flaring uncontrollably in this unexpected confrontation.

As the argument continued, it became clear that neither was willing to let go. Then, in a moment of heated frustration, Susan blurted out, "You know what? Let's settle this once and for all. No more arguing. How about a match? You and me, wrestling, right now!"

Linda blinked, taken aback by the proposition. But she was not one to be outdone. "You want to wrestle me? Fine. Let's do it. My condo is just five minutes away. We can settle this like real women."

Both women agreed to the impromptu match, setting the terms as they walked to their cars. It would be a no holds barred wrestling catfight, best two out of three falls, with verbal submissions only. They listed the allowed wrestling holds and catfight tactics: crossbody pins, head and body scissors, full nelsons, headlocks, grapevines, breast smothers, hair pulling, breast attacks, crotch mauling, face sits, and body punching among others. Trash talking was not only allowed but encouraged.

Linda's condo was a spacious, modern apartment with plenty of room in the living area. The furniture was pushed aside to create a makeshift wrestling ring. They changed into more appropriate attire: thong bikini bottoms that left little to the imagination, their toned bodies glistening under the soft lighting.

[Crimsonrash]

Linda is going to end this one sitting on her with her yoga pants

[sinclairfan]

Go Susan

[AIWriter]

They faced off, circling each other warily, muscles tensed. Susan made the first move, lunging forward to lock Linda in a headlock. Linda, quick on her feet, twisted out of it, grabbing Susan's hair and yanking hard. Susan yelped but retaliated with a sharp slap to Linda's chest.

"That's all you've got?" Susan taunted, her voice dripping with disdain.

Linda gritted her teeth and tackled Susan to the floor, pinning her with a crossbody. "You're gonna eat those words, Susan," she growled, pressing her weight down.

Susan struggled beneath Linda, but her experience in high school wrestling came to her aid. She managed to twist and roll, breaking free from the pin and trapping Linda in a body scissor. Squeezing her thighs tightly around Linda's waist, she smirked.

"Feeling the pressure yet?"

Linda gasped, pain shooting through her sides. But she wasn't ready to give in. Instead, she grabbed Susan's hair and yanked viciously, forcing her to release the hold. Scrambling to her feet, Linda went on the offensive, aiming a punch at Susan's midsection.

Susan doubled over, the wind knocked out of her, but she caught Linda's wrist and twisted it behind her back in a painful arm lock. "Give up?"

Linda shook her head furiously, using her free hand to deliver a sharp punch to Susan's kidney. Susan cried out, releasing her grip, and Linda seized the opportunity to tackle her to the ground once more. This time, she straddled Susan, pinning her arms with her knees.

"Give up, Susan. You're done."

But Susan wasn't done yet. With a burst of strength, she bucked her hips, throwing Linda off balance and toppling her to the side. They both scrambled to their feet, breathing heavily, their bodies glistening with sweat.

The struggle was intense and prolonged, neither woman willing to give an inch. Susan moved swiftly, trapping Linda in a full nelson, lifting her slightly off the ground.

"How do you like that?" Susan taunted, her breath hot against Linda's ear.

Linda struggled, her feet kicking in the air, but she managed to hook one leg around Susan's, tripping her. They both fell to the floor, limbs tangled. Linda, using her momentum, rolled on top of Susan and locked in a grapevine hold, stretching Susan's legs painfully.

"Submit, Susan," Linda demanded, her face inches from Susan's.

Susan gritted her teeth, refusing to give in. "Never."

In retaliation, Susan reached up and grabbed Linda's breasts, squeezing hard. Linda cried out, but she held her ground, tightening her grapevine. The pain in Susan's legs was becoming unbearable, but she refused to utter the words of submission.

Instead, she used her free hand to pull Linda's hair, yanking her head back. Linda's grip loosened slightly, and Susan took the opportunity to twist free, rolling them over until she was on top, her thighs clamping around Linda's head in a tight head scissor.

"Give up, Linda," Susan panted, squeezing her thighs tighter.

Linda gasped, her vision blurring from the pressure. But she wasn't ready to submit. Instead, she reached up and dug her nails into Susan's thighs, scratching and clawing. Susan yelped, her grip loosening just enough for Linda to slip out.

Both women were exhausted, their bodies bruised and battered. They stood facing each other, breathing heavily, their eyes locked in a fierce stare. The match swung back and forth, each woman gaining and losing the upper hand multiple times.

Linda made the next move, grabbing Susan's hair and pulling her into a painful breast smother, pressing her chest against Susan's face, cutting off her air supply. Susan struggled beneath her, her hands flailing, but Linda held firm.

"Submit, Susan. It's over," Linda demanded, her voice breathless.

Susan's vision began to blur, the lack of oxygen making her head spin. But she refused to give in. Instead, she reached up and grabbed Linda's crotch, squeezing hard. Linda yelped in pain, her grip loosening.

Susan took the opportunity to twist free, rolling them over until she was on top, her thighs clamping around Linda's head in a tight head scissor once more. "Give up, Linda," she panted, squeezing her thighs tighter.

Linda gasped, the pressure unbearable. She struggled, clawing at Susan's thighs, but her strength was fading. Finally, with a defeated sigh, she muttered, "I give up."

Susan released the hold, collapsing to the side, both women lying on the floor, exhausted and panting.

[Carriecanfight]

There is two more falls to go!

[AIWriter]

They lay there for a while, catching their breath, the room filled with the sound of their heavy breathing. Finally, Susan sat up, looking over at Linda with a victorious glint in her eye. Linda, however, wasn't about to back down easily. She stood up, still wincing from the previous round, and did something unexpected—she removed her thong bikini bottoms, tossing them aside.

"You think you can beat me? Try it now," Linda taunted, standing naked and defiant.

Susan raised an eyebrow but didn't back down. She stripped off her own bottoms, stepping back into the makeshift ring. "You're on."

They circled each other again, their naked bodies glistening with sweat. Linda lunged first, locking Susan into a full nelson. Susan grunted, feeling the strain in her shoulders, but she managed to twist her body, trapping Linda's waist in a body scissor.

"How's that feel?" Susan growled, squeezing her thighs tighter.

Linda winced but refused to submit. She countered by reaching around and grabbing Susan's breasts, squeezing them hard. Susan cried out but maintained her hold, the pain only fueling her determination. They remained locked in this painful stalemate, each woman suffering but unwilling to give in.

Finally, Linda broke free, twisting out of Susan's grip and rolling to the side. She quickly got back on top, pinning Susan with a crossbody pin and aiming vicious punches at her exposed belly. Susan cried out with each hit, her stomach muscles convulsing under the barrage. But she wasn't ready to concede. She used her legs to trap Linda's body in a tight grapevine hold, stretching her opponent's legs painfully wide.

"Let's see you fight now," Susan taunted, her voice strained but triumphant.

Linda's face contorted in pain, but she fought through it. With a determined growl, she leaned forward and locked Susan in a brutal breast smother, pressing her chest down firmly over Susan's face. The combination of the grapevine and breast smother left both women in agony, but neither was willing to relent.

Susan's air was rapidly depleting, her muffled cries growing weaker. Desperate, she released the grapevine and twisted her body, breaking free from Linda's smother. Both women rolled apart, gasping for breath, their bodies marked with fresh bruises.

Determined to regain the upper hand, Susan lunged at Linda, aiming to trap her in a full nelson again. But Linda was ready. She sidestepped and caught Susan in a headlock, pulling her down to the floor. Susan struggled, her face turning red from the pressure.

"Give up, Susan," Linda demanded, tightening her grip.

Susan, fueled by determination and anger, managed to twist her body, forcing Linda to lose her balance. As they tumbled to the floor, Susan quickly maneuvered on top, trapping Linda in a reverse head scissor, her thighs squeezing tightly around Linda's head.

"Now it's your turn to suffer," Susan hissed, her voice dripping with vindictive pleasure.

Linda's hands clawed at Susan's thighs, desperate to free herself, but Susan's grip was like iron. With each passing second, Linda's struggles grew weaker, her vision blurring. But she wasn't ready to submit. Summoning her last reserves of strength, she reached up and viciously grabbed Susan's nipples, twisting them brutally.

Susan screamed in pain, her hold loosening just enough for Linda to slip free. Both women lay on the floor, panting heavily, their bodies battered and bruised. The intensity of the fight had taken a toll on both of them, but neither was willing to back down.

Linda, seeing an opportunity, crawled over to Susan and trapped her in a full nelson while simultaneously wrapping her legs around Susan's waist in a body scissor. The combination hold was excruciating, and Susan's cries of pain filled the room.

"Submit, Susan. You can't take much more," Linda urged, her own voice strained from the effort.

But Susan refused to give in. She twisted her body, using every ounce of strength she had left, and managed to break free from Linda's grip. Rolling away, she quickly got back on her feet, glaring at Linda with renewed determination.

"Is that all you've got?" Susan taunted, her voice defiant despite her exhaustion.

Linda, equally determined, lunged at Susan, tackling her to the ground. She pinned Susan with a crossbody pin, her hand reaching down to claw at Susan's crotch. Susan's scream echoed through the room, but she retaliated by grabbing Linda's breasts, squeezing them with all her might.

The two women were locked in a vicious struggle, their bodies writhing in pain and effort. Susan managed to twist her body, rolling Linda onto her back and trapping her in a grapevine hold once more. This time, she combined it with a breast smother, pressing her chest down firmly over Linda's face.

"Give up, Linda," Susan demanded, her voice breathless but resolute.

Linda's muffled cries grew weaker as she struggled beneath Susan. The pain in her legs and the lack of air were becoming unbearable. But she fought on, refusing to submit. With a final, desperate effort, she twisted her body, breaking free from Susan's hold.

Both women were on the brink of exhaustion, their bodies covered in bruises and scratches. They faced each other, panting heavily, their eyes locked in a fierce stare. This was the moment that would decide the round.

Linda, with a burst of energy, tackled Susan to the ground once more. She trapped Susan in a brutal combination hold: a full nelson with her legs wrapped tightly around Susan's waist in a body scissor. The pain was excruciating, and Susan's screams filled the room.

"Submit, Susan. You can't take any more," Linda urged, her voice desperate.

Susan's vision blurred from the pain, her strength fading. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer. With a final, agonized breath, she muttered, "I give up."

Linda released the hold, both women collapsing to the floor, utterly spent. They lay there for a long moment, gasping for breath, their bodies trembling from the intensity of the fight. Linda had won the second round, evening the score.

With the score tied at 1-1, the final round would determine the ultimate winner. Both women knew they would have to dig deep, finding strength and resolve they didn't know they had.

Susan and Linda slowly got to their feet, their bodies battered but their spirits unbroken. They faced each other once more, ready to give everything they had in the final round of their brutal contest.

[Agraf]

Hopefully you will not go on holidays before posting the last round of the match.

In case you did not write it yet, may I remind you that these two milfs are still overdressed (sling thongs) and that their nether parts have not been attacked but twice, in two long sessions. Time to rip off the author's prudery, and one of the ladies to rip off her foe's thong, and taking the dominance fight to the next step - surrender by orgasm. 

[AIWriter]

Susan and Linda stood facing each other, their bodies a map of bruises, cuts, and sweat. Exhaustion weighed heavily on them, but their fierce determination shone brightly in their eyes. This final round would be the decisive battleground.

With a primal scream, Susan lunged at Linda, aiming a sharp jab at her throat. Linda quickly sidestepped, deflecting the blow with her forearm and countering with a vicious knee to Susan's ribs. The impact rattled Susan, doubling her over in pain and gasping for air.

Linda seized the opportunity and wrapped her arms around Susan's neck from behind, locking her in a rear naked choke. Susan struggled, her face flushing red as the choke tightened. Her screams were muffled by Linda's forearm, desperate. In an act of sheer willpower, Susan managed to claw at Linda's forearms, prying her head free just enough to take a gasping breath before using her free hand to elbow Linda hard in the ribs, causing Linda to release the hold and stumble back.

They knew there was no room for mercy. With a fiery determination, Linda attacked again, grabbing Susan's arm and twisting it into an agonizing hammerlock. Susan's shriek of pain echoed through the room. Desperate, she stomped on Linda's foot and, as Linda stumbled, Susan drove her elbow into Linda's jaw, sending her reeling.

Enraged, Linda retaliated with a swift uppercut to Susan's solar plexus, causing her to collapse to her knees in a fit of gasping agony. Linda didn't give her a moment’s rest; she yanked Susan's hair, dragging her into a full nelson. She locked her fingers behind Susan's neck and wrenched back, causing searing pain in Susan's shoulders and neck. Susan’s screams were raw, filling the room.

Linda, not satisfied, reached forward with one hand and savagely twisted Susan's nipple. Susan's shrieks intensified, her body thrashing in pure agony. With a final, desperate twist, Susan slammed her heel into Linda's shin and managed to roll her body, breaking the hold as they both collapsed to the ground.

No time for rest, both women moved with desperation. Susan lunged at Linda, her fingers clawing at Linda's breasts, twisting and squeezing mercilessly. Linda screamed in pain but retaliated by sinking her nails into Susan's crotch, clawing and twisting. Susan's shrieks filled the room, pure torment etched on her face.

In a move fueled by raw desperation, Susan headbutted Linda, causing her to release the hold and stagger back with a cry. Susan, driven by adrenaline, tackled Linda to the ground and locked her legs around Linda's midsection in a body scissor. As she squeezed, she alternated between clawing at Linda's breasts and slapping her face. Linda gasped with each constriction of Susan’s thighs, her breaths coming in short, sharp bursts.

Linda fought back with ferocity, managing to sink her teeth into Susan's thigh, causing a howl of pain as Susan loosened her grip. Linda ripped free and immediately grabbed Susan's arm, twisting it into an excruciating armbar. Susan's screams were guttural, each twist sending waves of pain through her arm.

But Susan wasn't done. Using her free hand, she grabbed Linda's hair and yanked her head back, then drove her knee into Linda's side with brutal force. The move forced Linda to release the armbar, and they both rolled away, panting and shivering from the pain.

Somehow, they found the strength to rise. Gritting her teeth, Linda lunged forward and caught Susan in a vicious bear hug. She squeezed with all her might, crushing Susan's ribs while their breasts pressed painfully against each other. Susan's scream was continuous, filled with desperate agony.

With a final, brutal act of defiance, Susan managed to get her arms free and raked her nails down Linda's back. Linda screamed but didn't release the hold until Susan drove her knee into Linda's crotch with all the force she could muster. Linda howled, releasing the bear hug as she fell backward.

In a last-ditch effort, Susan locked Linda in a figure-four headscissor, squeezing Linda's head between her powerful thighs. Linda's eyes widened in shock and pain, her hands clawing at Susan's legs in an attempt to free herself. Susan reached down, adding to Linda’s torment by clawing at her breasts viciously.

The room was filled with their torturous screams, each woman pouring every last ounce of strength into causing the other as much pain as possible. Linda’s struggles grew weaker, her vision blurring as her air supply dwindled. In a final, desperate effort, she reached up and grabbed Susan's nipples, twisting them with all her strength.

Susan screamed, her hold loosening just enough for Linda to slip free. Both women lay on the mat, bodies trembling, their voices hoarse from their cries of pain.

Barely able to stand, their resolve pushed them forward one last time. Linda, with every ounce of energy she had left, tackled Susan again, trapping her in a brutal combination hold. She wrapped her legs around Susan’s waist in a tight body scissor while locking her arm around Susan’s neck in a rear naked choke. The pain and suffocation were beyond excruciating. Susan's screams filled the air, desperate and fading.

“Submit, Susan! You can’t take any more!” Linda’s voice was strained, desperate, filled with her own agony.

Susan's vision darkened, her strength ebbing away. With one final, hoarse breath, she choked out, "I give up."

Linda released the hold, both women collapsing onto the mat, utterly spent. They lay there, their bodies trembling from the excruciating ordeal. The room, once filled with screams and cries, was now silent except for their labored breathing.

Linda had won the final round, emerging as the ultimate victor of their grueling and punishing contest. As pain slowly ebbed, they knew they had pushed each other to the brink and back, earning each other’s respect in the most brutal and visceral way possible.