(This is an attempt to start a series I am going to co write with JJJ11100. The first few pages is background so if you get antsy you can search for chapter headings, there are three BACKGROUND, ARRIVAL, and CATFIGHT…hope you enjoy it and please leave feedback or ideas)
BACKGROUND
I look back over the last few months and still am completely shocked at how different my life has become... A short time ago I was a zombie coasting through life working 9 to 5 and struggling to get by. The bills were coming in faster than I could write checks to cover, for I lived well above my means. I bought things I could hardly afford and tried keeping up with people who made serious cash for a living. I made a decent salary but between the two car payments the studio loft and going to nightclubs all the time I didn't have a dollar in my savings account. Hell I didn't even have a saving account. Every day, I worried about how I was paying for it all; and when, not if, the whole thing was going to blow up in my face. I remember walking into the Kwick-E-mart but don't know what made me play the lotto. I was there buying a Gatorade and some chips when the cashier went on and on about the huge mega-million jackpot. I normally didn't play the lotto and that was only the second ticket I had ever bought in my life, but I thank God every day since the numbers that were on that magic ticket came in. The person behind the counter had talked me into winning the 3rd biggest lottery in Florida's history.
Time since has been a blur, meeting with money managers, lawyers, accountants and other people all trying to tell me what to do with my $258 million dollar payday. I wanted the lump sum that I knew for sure, and after it was all said and done I cleared a cool $168 million. Immediately I invested almost $100 million in an account that would give me 5 percent interest guaranteed...or a nice salary of 5 million a year. It's what I did with the other $68 million that made things interesting... My whole life I have been infatuated with catfighting, women’s wrestling and foxy boxing. Nothing got me going like watching two gals fighting, and I don't mean that fake scripted pretend punching shit, I mean seriously fighting and hell bent on winning. I’m into all sorts of fights but my fetish is hot busty babes fighting strong muscular black women. I don't know what it is about a sexy bombshell fighting a large more ripped black female, but that's what puts me over the top. I didn't know how…but I was determined to set up a "fight club" of sorts.
My real estate broker found me a home on a semi-private island and I immediately hired a construction crew to start rearranging everything to my specifications. I didn’t have to change too much to the house as it was relatively updated and extremely modern. The home was on a small cliff that over looked the ocean and had a view to kill for. The biggest thing I spent my time planning was my “Combat Dome”…the small wrestling arena that would house all the fighting. I was going to become the Vince McMahon of foxy combat and I spent a few million tailoring the arena to my needs. The arena would hold a few hundred people without problem and a standard wrestling ring would be constructed in the middle. I made sure to have a cage built above the ring, and other various tricks and traps were scattered within. I met with the developers and ground was going to be broken only a mile from my home. The land was vacant and soon would be a haven for fight nights that would promise to host some intense matches.
Now came the fun part...finding the sexy beauties to compete against the black girls…the hotter and sexier the beauties while the darker and more muscular the black girls the better. My combat league wouldn't have "faces and heels" but instead would have "busty and beautiful" going against "black and brawny". This was going to be the upper echelon of hotties engaged in all out combat against black women. Also, I knew if I wanted to find the most beautiful girls willing to fight, and not scripted crap wrestling, but really fight I was going to have to put up some serious cash. The first thing I did was have my friends scour the internet's modeling sites looking for girl's that fit the bill. While we were looking for girls to compete, I had a few different legal contracts that were drawn up panning out the various situations that may come up. Payouts for the girls would be based on the number of matches a girl agreed to compete in upfront, so a gal who agreed to participate in 4 or 5 fights would make much more than someone who signed on for one fight. From there came the fun part, depending on the size of the beauties opponent and the rules of the match there would be a multiplier added to her pay if she won. For instance if a hundred pound beauty fought a 200lb monster in a cage match then that might have a multiplier of ten from her base payout of $50k...meaning she would win half a million dollars for one fight. I had to believe for that kinda money someone would do almost anything and soon I would find out.
I spent a few days looking at pictures of busty blondes, sexy brunettes, and ravishing redheads, and to tell the truth, I wasn't terribly impressed with what I saw. Most were plain Janes or those that were hot didn't have any interest in fighting or wrestling in my league. At first I was initially stunned at the lack of interest from the girls I was contacting and was starting to get worried...until I saw Natacha. I contacted her immediately and the blonde seemed very hesitant at first. I briefly told her why I was calling and she was nervous and concerned, and I couldn’t say I blamed her. Natacha and I talked for a while and once she thought I was legit I then emailed her a legal contract and she sent me a few more pics of herself. Most of the pics were of her in a bikini or dressed in tight clothing and I couldn't wait to see her in person. She read over the contract and called me back a few days later and we negotiated for a bit on what it would take to get her to fight. We went back and forth for a while on how many fights Natacha would agree to take part in as I wanted her to fight more than once. Natacha was reluctant but finally settled on that she would take place in ten fights. I would pay her five hundred thousand (50k a fight) in guaranteed money just for signing that contract, but of course I would require her to finish all ten fights before she got a penny. If she won any of her matches then she would be paid according to the multiplier scale which I would develop based on the type of match she was involved in and strength of her opponent.
Natacha took the final contact to an attorney and called me a few days later. She tried getting a chunk of the money up front but I wasn't budging on that issue. I assured her that she would be paid as she had a legally binding contract in her hands and finally she accepted. The second she agreed I paid for her flight out and set up a fight for the following weekend. My impulses got the better of me as the arena wasn't yet finished but I didn't care... I wanted to watch her in combat in the worst way and came up with an impromptu catfight on the beach. That would be perfect! Natacha going one on one on the hot sand against a dark skinned gal, what more could I ask for? When she agreed to come down the following week I called up my friends making arrangements to get them down here at once. I flew three of my best friends down immediately and when they arrived we spent the next day looking for a suitable opponent.
It didn't take long to find a muscular yet attractive black woman that was willing to negotiate a fighting schedule. Her name was Tasha and after some going back and forth, she signed up for four fights and she would be getting two hundred thousand for her time. I sent her a contract which she signed and also sent her tickets to fly out by next weekend. I then found a secluded spot on the beach that would provide a perfect location for the catfight. It took no time at all and I had a few of my butlers help clean the beach area of what little debris there was. The hard part came when I tried setting up cameras to record the fight, but luckily one of my friends was a lot handier with electronics than I was. Soon, we had 5 cameras set up on the beach that would capture everything that was going to transpire, including audio. Everything was set up and now my friends and I kicked back and had a few cocktails enjoying the peaceful evening. The next few days seemed to drag as I eagerly awaited the arrival of Natacha or Tasha. My friends and I were sitting around my in-ground pool when one of the servants came out, "Excuse me sir, there is a Mistress Tasha here to see you.”
ARRIVAL
Finally! I jumped to my feet and spun around and I was shocked with what I saw. Tasha was a dark skinned African American with very distinguished facial features, and black hair that was pulled up high on her head…but that’s hardly what was shocking…the woman was dressed in a skin tight black leather sexy cat suit. The outfit hugged her muscular frame and I could tell this girl was in great shape, as the bright red belt around her midsection accented her tiny waist. She stood about 5'6”and carried a small cane or walking stick, I had a tuff time telling which it was, but she relied on it as she walked towards us in her 3 inch red stiletto heels. The black woman growled and yelled, “I’m Mistress Tasha, and I’m pleased to meet you all” as she flicked her 2 inch long finger nails in the air, “Where’s my plaything? I’m looking forward to breaking a new bitch in!”
I was speechless for a few seconds, but I loved this new girl’s attitude. My friends and I welcomed her and had her sit with us and enjoy a few drinks in the nice warming rays of the sun. I walked over and pulled out a chair, “Come have a seat Tasha!” I casually said and turned around ready to walk back to my seat.
A whoosh filled the air and pain exploded in my left thigh, Tasha screamed, “That’s Mistress Tasha! Don’t make that mistake again!” The black woman screamed and brandished that slim stick that she had just hit my leg with. My thigh burned and I was shocked for a few seconds, but apologized for my mistake and offered “Mistress Tasha” a seat at the table. Tasha immediately thanked me, and sat grimed faced for a bit, looking all business as she scanned her surroundings. I tried engaging the stoic faced black gal in a conversation, but she casually dismissed my questions, and asked to use the restroom. I casually called over one of my help, “Can you show Tasha to the restroom please?” I asked just as her cane, which judging by the stinging on the back of my leg, was made of wicker smacked down into the table. Every one of my friends, myself included jumped from the snapping sound, “That’s Mistress Tasha!” The black woman yelled again brandishing the cane around pointing at each one of us before she causally spun around and was lead into the house. I was taken aback at this brazen woman’s attitude and couldn’t wait for her to come back, hoping one of my friends would slip up and forget to call her mistress so they could feel a lash of her cane. I was joking around when one of my servants came out to break up the silence, "Excuse me please but I would like to introduce Natacha."
I turned and stood speechless for a few seconds staring at possible the best looking girl I had ever seen in my life. A golden tanned head turning, heart quickening Swedish blonde bombshell stood before us and I was standing like a deer caught in head lights. Her sun-light blonde hair was thick, luscious, and cascaded over her shoulders making me wonder if it were her natural hair length or if she had extensions sewn in. Her face looked like a china doll with high cheek bones, dimples, and a perfect complexion, if there was a flaw I sure couldn't find it. Natacha was wearing a sexy denim mini-skirt that covered her incredible ass like a glove, hardly covering any of her tanned thighs, perfectly showing off her firm and toned legs. A tight pink spaghetti strap tank top seemed like it was ready to burst as it struggled to contain the two perfect mounds of flesh hidden behind it, displaying a canyon of cleavage and proudly showing off the upper half of her obviously enhanced breasts. She stood around 5'3" but had on a pair of chunky heeled wooden sandals that gave her a few more inches while really enhancing the definition in those shapely legs of hers. Wow what a curvy body on this knockout babe, her tiny waist couldn’t have been more than 22 inches, while her full breasts had to be at least a D-cup and made her look like a Playmate Centerfold.
Her bright red lips parted in a smile as she introduced herself and I finally ripped my gaze away from those enticing mounds of flesh jiggling around on her chest and I instantly got last when I gazed up into her almond eyes. Natacha’s perfectly proportioned faced seemed to glow in the bright sun light, and I stood stunned starring at her beauty. My friends were equally impressed and it took one of them to offer her a seat as I could only stare. I gawked as she slid into the chair, the tiny skirt exposing the most perfectly proportioned thighs as she sat down crossing her incredible legs. Finally I managed to get my tongue back and introduced myself and sat down right beside this angel from heaven. I offered Natacha a drink and my friends and I made small talk as we enjoyed our icy beverages. Natacha actually surprised me as I pictured her to be the typical bubbly blonde with no intelligence, but she seemed very smart indeed. Natacha was just telling us about herself, and I was so lost at staring at how beautiful she was that I had totally forgotten about Tasha.
The servant’s voice took me from my trance, and Natacha’s mouth hung open in shock as she saw the black woman decked out in her leather outfit stalking towards her. I could see the wheels turning as the realization began setting in that the stunning Swede had to fight this woman tomorrow on the beach. I stood up and welcomed Tasha, make that Mistress Tasha, back to the table and introduced her to Natacha. Natacha’s heart pounded and her pace quickened, as she swallowed hard and finally stood up to shake hands with Tasha. The black woman stepped forward and Tasha apparently wanted no part of a handshake, instead she stood starring down at her shorter blonde foe not blinking or moving a muscle. I was tingling with excitement for tomorrow’s fight and knew better than to break the uncomfortable silence between the girls. Natacha swallowed awkwardly and finally pulled her arm back and Tasha just stared into her eyes not moving. Secretly I was hoping Tasha would start something right here and now. Natacha would have a heck of a time against the black girl on her best day, but today in those hi heeled shoes and sexy mini-skirt she wore…the blonde wouldn’t stand a chance and thinking of that got my blood boiling.
Natacha was fidgeting nervously and was clearly uncomfortable starring at Tasha and neither girl seemed to give in. Natacha shifted her weight from foot to foot but neither girl blinked as they stood inches apart from one another. Curse one of my friends who finally broke the silence and told Natacha to sit back down. I tried not to show my anger and offered Mistress Tasha a seat at the table separating the girls. Tasha glared at Natacha and curled her upper lip up as she sat back down at the table. “So this is the Swedish Bitch that I can break like the dog she is tomorrow…I’m going to love turning her into my plaything!” Mistress Tasha hissed evilly. Natacha sat back in her chair and said not a word, didn’t blink, and just listened as the black woman went on, “Ohhh….don’t tell me you didn’t tell this stupid blonde slut that I’m a dominatrix!!!”
I looked up, “I…I didn’t even know that you were a dominatrix…but that doesn’t change…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence as Tasha interrupted me laughing like a wild woman and slapping her wicker stick into the palm of her hand. The black woman’s laughter hung in the air for moments before she starred at Natacha, “Oh sweetie…the fun you and I are going to have tomorrow…I promise you this before I am through with you, you WILL be calling me Mistress and begging me to end your torment!” Natacha's bubbly demeanor instantly changed and the blonde sat in stunned silence staring at Tasha.
Natacha didn’t say a word, and I watched her hands nervously fidget as she tried to think of something to say but her lips wouldn’t move. I knew I had to do something, and I called for more drinks to be brought over, and quickly. My friends seem to catch on and they quickly changed the subject, but Natacha didn’t move. The stunning Swede sat like a statute, her shapely legs crossed tightly in front of her, the blonde starring nervously at Tasha, while the rest of us chatted. Tasha seemed to take great pleasure in turning every conversation back around towards tomorrow’s fight and I watched out of the corner of my eye as Natacha's once pink cheeks drained of color, as she quickly finished another cocktail. Tasha was recounting story after story of her fighting in the city she grew up in, how rough of a life she lived, and how she became a Dominatrix. The black woman seemed to take great pleasure in watching Natacha as she told stories of her ripping out other girls weaves, knocking out a tooth, or even knocking a bitch out cold and then stripping her opponent for the whole neighborhood. I had every reason to believe that Tasha was accurately recounting her tales, but what was alarming was how much she relished in talking about her beating up other girls.
Natacha sat in stunned silence as Tasha talked about the time she sent a white girl to the hospital just for talking to her boyfriend. Tasha looked up at Natacha, the statue, and smiled asking her how many fights she had been in. Natacha’s mouth moved and no sound escaped those luscious lips at first but then she finally squeaked out “none.” I didn’t know what to make of that as Tasha was an apparent catfight veteran and poor Natacha had never been involved in a fight in her entire life. Tasha burst out laughing saying how much fun she was going to have breaking her in and making her beg for her freedom. I watched Natacha’s face drain of all color as Tasha slowly sipped on her cocktail and then blurted out how much she looking forward to stripping and humiliating the Swede. Natacha just stared at the black woman wondering what she had gotten herself into as she now saw us all staring at her. Finally Natacha appeared to have had enough, drained her mixed drink in one quick sip, and asked if she could go to her room. Regretfully I called over one of my servants and had them show her to her room. Natacha politely stood up and smiled at me as she began her walk back towards the house. Her long hair blew lightly in the wind and I could only stare at those incredible legs and heart shaped ass as she walked away from us, the mini skirt almost riding up high enough to give me small glimpses of the bottom of her ass cheeks.
CATFIGHT
As soon as Natacha walked by Tasha the black woman laughed, “Sleep well sugar for tomorrow night you’re going to sleep in a hospital bed!” Natacha spun around on her chunky wooden heel and stared at the black girl, “Fuck you bitch!” the blonde shot back! I was shocked that Natacha finally displayed some backbone against Tasha. Tasha leapt up from the table, knocking over the chair she was sitting in, her glass full of alcohol spilling its contents on the table. After five quick strides, Tasha lowered her shoulder and slammed squarely into the clearly buzzed beauty. Natacha’s drink flew through the air from the stunning impact, her drink flying from her hand and smashing down on the cement patio. Natacha groaned as Tasha’s weight sent her flying from the chair awkwardly over the arm rest and onto the ground splashing its contents all over the patio. Tasha’s momentum carried her forward and sent both girls going down to the concrete below, the busty blonde landing harshly on her chest as her hands were slow in breaking her fall. The wind shot from the blonde as her frame was pancaked against the unyielding ground, the black gals frame driving the wind from her. Natacha was in a daze as Tasha quickly startled her tiny waist pinning the shocked blonde in place, the trapped beauty struggling to breathe, her head still spinning from the alcohol.
Tasha's hands shot forward into Natacha's wavy blonde hair and when she had a secure grip the black hell cat began yanking back and forth as hard as she could. Natacha’s shriek filled the air as Tasha ripped the blonde’s head side to side while the pinned down beauty began wildly kicking her heeled feet hoping to free her suddenly burning scalp. Natacha’s was bucking and thrashing her curvy hips trying to dismount her attacker, but Tasha was seated perfectly on her waist and seemed hell bent on ripping Natacha's hair from her head. Tasha ripped Natacha’s head side to side causing the stunned beauty to wince her eyes as her scalp was ablaze with pain. Left and right Tasha ripped wildly pulling the blonde stunners head side to side. All the while Natacha's beautiful face was pursed in pain, the blonde shrieked while bucking against the ground trying to dislodge her crazed attacker. Tasha continued ripping the pinned beauty’s head around when Natacha’s finally freed her right arm and raked her nails down Tasha's muscular thigh. Tasha winced from the surprisingly stinging trail Natacha's freshly manicured nails left and the black woman finally lost her hair hold on Natacha’s long locks. Tasha was furious and quickly changed tactics, latching onto Natacha’s hair and this time pulling her rival upward. Natacha again shrieked as her scalp exploded in sudden pain as she was being hauled up to her feet by the hair.
The combination of the alcohol and spiky heeled shoes weren’t a great mix for Natacha who tripped awkwardly as she was rising. Before Natacha could fall to the concrete however, Tasha maintained her grip on the blonde’s hair and ripped her right back up to a standing position. Natacha’s eyes screwed shut in pain as her entire scalp was ablaze with pain as her body was violently jerked backward and right up into an awkward standing position. Tasha’s right hand released Natacha’s hair and before the stunned beauty could do anything a wicked right cross flew through the air and slammed flush into her temple. Natacha's enchanting eyes rolled back in her head and the blonde spun awkwardly in her heels stumbling forward a few feet. Natacha heard a buzzing in her ears, felt a throbbing pulse shooting in her head, and struggled to stay on her feet. The blonde had her back to Tasha and Natacha was about to drop to her knees when Tasha stepped forward and her left hand snaked into Natacha's long blonde mane. Natacha shrieked as her body was pulled backward by her hair, but Tasha didn't let up. Tasha’s right fist flew through the air and again exploded into the side of the aching beauty’s head.
Natacha’s eyes flittered back in her sockets and her head shot to the side in response to the jarring punch that would have sent her to the ground, save that Tasha still had a handful of her long hair. The black woman hauled back on Natacha's hair and sent a third punch flying through the air that hit home squarely into the blonde's temple. The incredible beauty groaned in agony and like a sack of bricks dropped to the ground having no clue where she was. Her vacant eyes stared straight ahead, as her centerfold body wavered back and forth like a leaf blows in the wind, the blonde not knowing what happened to her. Natacha was about to tip over when Tasha’s right foot shot upward, a huge snap kick slamming flush into the side of the stunned beauties ribcage. Natacha’s body shot sideways landing sprawled chest first on the cold concrete, her entire head filled with pain.
“You picked the wrong bitch to fuck with little girl!” Tasha screamed. Natacha was in shock on the concrete trying to get her bearings when Tasha bent down and latched onto her hair from behind. Natacha’s eyes tightened as Tasha began hauling the aching beauty up by the hair again. Natacha was on all fours like a dog with Tasha pulling her upward by the hair, and the aching beauty shot her stiletto heel tip straight back. Tasha immediately let go of Natacha’s long hair as her shin caught Natacha’s heel squarely and her right leg gave out. Tasha’s hands shot down to her wounded shin and that allowed Natacha time to scramble up to her feet. Natacha’s hands went to her aching head and starred at Tasha, or Tasha’s as it seemed she was starting to see double. Whether it was the punches to the head or the effects of the alcohol, Natacha blinked a few times and tried to clear her vision. Tasha gritted her teeth looking down and seeing the scrape on her flesh that Natacha’s heel caused and again charged forward wildly. Natacha saw the two Tasha’s charging forward and when the two melded into one it was far too late as the black gal's hands flew up and dug into Natacha’s long blonde mane. Natacha gasped as her head was ripped side to side, but this time the blonde fought back quickly getting her hands up into Tasha’s shorter hair and began ripping right back at her aggressor.
Screams filled the air as the two ladies tore into one another wildly ripping and tugging at the other’s hair. Tasha’s height advantage was a big plus as the four inches she had on her opponent allowed her to get some leverage as she ripped away pulling wildly at Natacha’s hair. Natacha suddenly shrieked in pain as her heel got caught in a grove in the concrete and her ankle twisted unnaturally outward. Natacha immediately lost her footing and Tasha was still ripping her around by the hair when both beauties went crashing down to the ground. Tasha landed on top of Natacha but the girls were soon rolling over and over, ripping and tugging wildly at one another’s hair. Natacha’s eyes were glazed with tears but she tried to focus her energy on hurting her crazy adversary. Over and over the girls went each trying to rip the other’s hair out. Screams filled the air as they ripped and tugged wildly on their other’s long locks, engaged in a catfight that would make ECW proud. Tasha rolled over and let go of Natacha’s hair quickly pushing off the blonde's shoulder getting position on her rival. Tasha quickly startled Natacha’s waist and pinned her to the ground. Natacha was bucking and trashing and sent a punch forward that had nothing behind it hitting Tasha’s midsection. The punch didn’t faze Tasha, tightened her muscular thighs squeezing them around the trapped beauties waist.
The butler who was walking with Natacha back to the house had regained his composure and quickly tried to restrain Tasha. I wanted to shout to let them continue but knew better than to let this go as I wanted the fight on the beach tomorrow and couldn’t take a chance of one of them getting hurt now…after all I had my cameras ready to record the action on the beach! It took a few seconds to restrain Tasha and Natacha was still on the ground as one of my friends help bring Tasha back to the table. Natacha ran her hands through her aching scalp a few times and held her ankle that twisted when she fell. The blonde looked so hot and I couldn’t wait for tomorrow! After a few seconds Natacha stood up, shook her head and then went on her walk back into the house as Tasha sat back down at the table. The black woman was screaming and yelling at the blonde from the table but Natacha paid no attention as she went in the house. The black woman slowly calmed down as she had a few more drinks with my friends and me before finally retiring for the night. Apparently Tasha was hell bent on destroying Natacha tomorrow for even after the blonde had left Tasha kept talking about the fight and what she was going to do to her.
I sat back with my friends and enjoyed a cigar as we talked about how excited we were for tomorrow. No one could believe how hot Natacha was, not to mention the fact that she had no fighting experience, and then compound that she was facing a tigress like Tasha. We were going to be in for a hell of an afternoon…although I had a feeling it wouldn’t end well for a certain busty blonde.
