Amy was getting ready to close her sporting goods store in the mall for the night. She sent the last of her employees home and was organizing some packaging behind the checkout counter. She heard footsteps.
"Hello, some help here". It was a female voice with a light accent.
Amy stuck her head above the counter. "Hello, may I help you?"
"Sportsbras," said the woman.
Amy directed her to the section where she displayed the item. Amy studied the woman. She looked familiar but could not figure out from where or when.
"I'm gonna lock up but take your time," Amy shouted to the girl.
The customer shrugged and continued shopping.
It bothered Amy that she remembered this person but not her name or what gave her this familiar impression. She had an irrational fear of becoming senile even though she was a physical specimen of health and 34 years of age. She asked the woman where she was from. Questions about marital status and favorite movie.
The woman went to the dressing room. When she came out donning a sportsbra and boxing shorts Amy's body shuttered. The stats filled her head: 5' 2", 115 pounds, 34C chest. "Fucking bitch," murmered Amy. She knew who this was. This was the bitch from the Freecatfights site. The girl talked trash, made rude comments about Amy's Asian ethnicity, and was a disrespectful braggert. Numerous time Amy posted a challenge and every time the girl would leave rude comments as to why she couldn't. "Wow! You look like a fighter in that gettup," said Amy. She had a difficult time trying to mask her sarcasm
"Yes, funny you say that. I do fight."
"Really, I always wanted to get into that."
"Maybe, but it's tough work. Dedication and you need a lot of strength. It's not for the weak hearted."
Amy grabbed a white terri cloth robe as her customer continued on about her fighting experiences.
"You sure know your stuff. I'd like your opinion on something."
The girl agreed to Give Amy her opinion regarding how she might fare in the ring. Amy went in the dressing room and came out in the robe.
"Another question. Is your name Sabina?"
Sabina cocked her head back. The woman in front of her beccame more familiar.
"Nice to meet you face to face. You know me as AsianGuns!" growled Amy throwing off the robe. Amy flexed. Her calves were large. Huge muscular thighs that were the envy of every woman at her gym, bikini bottoms that struggled to cover her womanhood and rode up the crack of her big powerful ass muscles. Her abs well defined, her latimus muscles were like wings. "Remember these stats? [umf! She flexed her massive upper body] 44B, 19"biceps, 155 pounds!"
Sabina's eyes grew and jaw dropped as Amy held a pose. She tried to speak but sputtered in incoherent sounds.
"Time to back up words with action!" Amy stepped forward and slammed her right fist into Sabina's thin but soft stomach. The long black haired Asian's force slammed the tight curled brunetts back against a display case so hard items cascaded off the shelves. Sabina's eyes bulged, spit flew from her her O shaped mouth and her hands grasped Amy's solid forearm. Amy held her fist tight into her opponent's stomach and twisted it. "Need to do more sit ups Bitch! I'll show you the AsianGuns workout plan so if you ever meet me again you'll last longer.". Sabina tried to catch her breath. Amy grabbed her curly locks and tossed the weaker girl onto a seat at an overhead cable machine on display at the store.
Sabina winced as her back slammed against the pads that keep a weightlifters knees in place. Amy adjusted the weight, stood in front of Sabina, grabbed the overhead bar, hopped up and slammed down with one leg on either side of the already queezy girl. Sabina let out a cry. She tried grabbing her aching thighs but could only slap against the Asians big muscles.
"I love overhead pulldowns. Do 'em like this". Amy executed the exercise. She got a rush of power feeling the weaklings breath on her massive upper portions. Sabina's groans and protests brought her a smile. "Grab the bar you fucking wimp," commanded Amy. Sabina obeyed and felt amy's power even closer. Sabina may have bigger tits but Amy dwarfed her upper body. "Now don't let go of the bar, Bitch.". Fear made Sabina hold it tight. Amy stood and let go of the bar. Sabina held on. There was too much weight for her to handle and the metal plates crashed down raising the sportsbra and shorts clad girl to her feet.
Amy put her arms akimbo and laughed. One swipe of her muscular arm ripped the sportbra free from her foe. Sabina's tits drooped.
"Pretty big but I doubt they'll win many tit fights," stared Amy. She took off her own white lace bra. Her breasts stayed round and firm capped by silver dollar size aeriolas and hard nipples. Amy used the two pieces of cloth to tie Amy's wrists to the bar that held her standing. Amy went to a nearby shelf and pulled out a pair of boxing gloves. Sabina shivered with worry as the Asian goddess slipped on the gloves. "Been wanting to do this to that bag of bones you call a body for a while".
"Oh no!" cried Sabina
Amy landed punches to the skinny body hard and fast.
Sabina felt like her tits would rip off every time a left o right hook connected. She spit as her stomach received jabs and solar plexus got hit with upper cuts. Her body grew hot and she felt welts start to form. Her loud yelps grew softer as the barage continued.
Amy let out blasts of breath with every purposefull blow. This foe was no match for her. She pounded hard. The store was filled with pounding leather into skin and yelps of pain. "Heavy bag work is done, Bitch. Now time for the speed bag!"
Sabina's head jolted left, right and back as Amy's iron punches connected with ferocity and speed. Blood gushed from her broken nose. Teeth broke and warm fluid filled her mouth then spurt out wit the next punches. Her eyes became slits and lips swelled to Mick Jagger proportions.
Amy noticed the bra ropes begin to fail. A massive right broke one of her opponent's wrists free. A massive left repeated the outcome on the other side that sent the weaker girl flying then crashing to the floor. Amy stood over her foe until Sabina grew conscious.
"Remember how you brageed about your legs all the time on the site?" asked Amy not expecting a response. Sabina coughed and spit blood. "I'd like to know if they can do this". Amy hoisted Sabina's beaten upper portions between her tremendous thighs. "Oh yes!" growled the massive woman as she flexed her thighs.
Sabina shrieked. Her hands pressed against muscle as Amy posed.
The powerful Amy felt her body shudder, her breasts swelled as she let out an orgasmic cry. Juice gushed through her panties. It was so intense her legs spasmed. She felt Sanina's ribs crush as the weakling went limp.
Amy dragged her foe to the storefront window and displayed her destroyed opponent. She drew up a sign on cardboard that read "Used Punching Bag". Amy walked out into the quiet dark mall and views her work. Her opponent was a mass of welts from waist to forehead. A face of mashed pulp. She sighed at the view with satisfaction.
Sabina quit the website after she got out of the hospital and Amy became a femfight celebrity.
