[Anne_Cougar]

You seem to have guessed what I was going to do.
Weigh you in safety and then hit you all the more relentlessly.
But now come before me, bite my lip, scratch my back and squeeze my body between your thighs.
Cursing inwardly, I take hold of your head on its left and right sides.
Feel with my thumbs for your eyes and start to press your eyes into their sockets.
Tears run down my cheeks, but I don't scream.
A murmur goes through the audience.
I press harder with my thumbs.
At some point you will have to stop your attack.

[Lizzie]

Both hands free, now, but I'm in trouble, your on top and are moments away from blinding me. I twist my head to the side and grab your hair with my right hand, jerking you to your left as my left fist lashes upwards into you face.
At the same time I twist rolling to off me to your left, the leg scissors broken, pushing away from you to get us some distance and separation.
Rolling away, I try to get my knees to the pit floor to push myself up and face you..

[Anne_Cougar]

My attack on your eyes creates a wild defense on your part.
You fight your way free and roll away.
I do the same likecyou and roll away to the other side.
When I get to my feet again, I lean against the edge of the pit and feel my mouth.
I look angrily at you.
"You cxnt! Now let it come to an end !!!"
I scream.
I put my hands back in front of my body and slowly come to the middle of the pit.
Always on guard against another attack from you.

[Lizzie]

I get to my feet as well, both of us breathing hard from the fight so far, the crowd screaming at us as the fight goes to another level.
I spit blood into the pit, your blood. And I grin at you with blood covered teeth.
Coming to meet in the middle of the pit I stare at you, then lash out with a punch for your right tit.

[Anne_Cougar]

We face each other and I can see your blood red teeth.
My body keeps pumping adrenaline into my blood.
I pull out and punch my fist and all my anger towards your head ... when your blow hits me hard and I stumble back ...

[Lizzie]

I stagger back as your fist slams into my face.
Then I step forward and unleash another heavy punch,
The crowd chanting in time with out punches as we stand toe to toe and slug it out..

[Anne_Cougar]

We hit each other, try to protect our own body and hit our opponent hard.
The guys cheer in the face of the bare knuckle fight.
The blows leave red and bloody marks.

I won't be able to keep up the fight in this form.
I have to change the fight to my advantage.

Since we're standing toe to toe, I don't bother to put my right leg behind your left.
And instead of another blow, you get a powerful push.
Maybe this will force you back on the floor.

[Lizzie]

I'm bruised and hurting, my face swollen from repeated punches, but still I keep swinging.
I lean forward, putting my bodyweight into my punch and you lunge forward and shove me.
Off balance I crash on my back on the floor, I grunt in pain as I hit the ground but immediately pull my knees up to my chest then straighten my legs quickly, slamming the soles of my feet into your legs below the knee.

[Anne_Cougar]

We are marked by the fight when I finally manage to bring you down.
I want to attack you when you stretch your legs to kick my shins.
I try to avoid this, to dodge, to finish my attack, but one foot hits me and forces me on my knee.
I kneel in front of you, trying to grab you, to attack when someone shouts 'Refreshment!' From above.
A gush of beer pours over us.
Turns the bottom of the pit into a smelly arena.
As much as possible I try to ignore what happened and try to slide on my knees to one side of your body.

[Lizzie]

Slamming one foot home and taking you to the knees, I'm ready to deliver another kick as several gallons of beer hit us, coating the skin and turning the dirt beneath us to mud. I swear in surprise, and push myself backwards as you slide in towards me.
Palms braced on the ground I bring my legs up onto your shoulders and hook my ankles, trapping your neck between my knees..
I then throw myself to my right, hoping to jerk you to the ground by the neck..

[Anne_Cougar]

The beer smells bad, turns the floor below us into stinking mud.
I approach you, try to attack you when you manage to get your legs around my neck.
Your thighs fix my neck like vices and you turn me with a powerful jerky movement.
Your movement is fast and hard, really throws me on the back.
My hands are trying to grab you somewhere, to hurt you, to solve the fatal hold.

[Lizzie]

Ankles locked together, I squeeze your neck as hard as I can with my thighs.
I wriggle my body up and bring your head into reach of my hands, trapped by my leg scissors I start to drive my right fist into your face, the crowd chanting in time with each punch.
Your hands clawing along the backs of my thighs, I snarl, teeth clenched in pain as your nails rake me, but then they reach my pussy!. I scream in pain as you set to my sex with both hands raking and pinching it, my grip on your neck immediately loosened...

[Anne_Cougar]

Can finally get out of your leg scissor!
I want to rub my aching neck.
But there is no time for that now!
I lean on the wet floor, come up and grab your ankles.
I slowly get up. have your feet firmly in my hands and push them outwards.
With a cheeky grin, I look at you with my maltreated, blood-smeared face while you lie on your back.
The crowd at the edge of the pit senses what I'm up to and starts screaming wildly.
I lift my foot menacingly over your lap .....

[Lizzie]

Forced to my back by you lifting my ankles, I'm desperate to get out as I know what's coming. Your foot rises over my exposed pussy like an executioners axe...
I jerk upward grabbing for your foot as I jack-knife but I miss, falling back down with a splat in the beer soaked mud at the bottom of the pit...MUD!!!
I jerk my knees up towards me trying to drag you forwards as my hand scoops up a clod of mud and throws it at your face....

[Anne_Cougar]

My foot hovers over your crotch, the audience cheers and I wait ... too long!
You come up with a crunch, try to grab my foot.
But the mud prevents that!
But you don't give up and throw the beer-stinking dirt at me.
The dirt hits the right half of my face, runs down and drips onto my body.
The moment the wet dirt hits my face, I kick over.
Kick between your legs with all my strength ...