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Apartment Ambush

By Wolfboy

Claire takes advantage of an injured opponent

I guess when Emma offered Sara the spare room in our house while she recovered from her defeat to The Goddess, Staci Goulding, there was probably one thing that we ought to have seen coming. If there was one woman around who was likely to try and take advantage of a wounded opponent, it was Claire. She’d done it to Emma following a defeat to Sara; once she’d caught sight of a clearly still battered and bruised Sara a couple of days after she’d arrived from Hong Kong with us, Claire was soon hatching a plan for how she would get her revenge on Sara for her defeat in the mud a few years back. Claire hadn’t had the chance to avenge that loss previously, but right now, the chance was right there in front of her, if she could find a way of goading Sara into meeting her fairly soon.

I thought that Sara was probably in a worse condition than Emma had been after her third defeat to Sara, the point at which Claire had gone after her. Sara’s beating at Staci’s hands was every bit as devastating as that had been with the added mental anguish of having lost to a smaller and less experienced opponent that she hadn’t really seen as credible opposition before the fight. She admitted as much to us both when she said ‘I never really had any issues with you when you beat me Emma. The was no shame in losing to a woman who was almost my equal’ she smiled, still the smallest element of an edge between the two women despite the apparent truce between them at the moment. ‘But Staci?’ she continued, smiling at Emma ‘she’s a fucking lightweight and she took what I offered her and then beat my ass down fair and square!’ she admitted, shaking her head and looking off in to the distance for a moment as she remembered the loss now.

‘I know what you mean’ Emma admitted, filling the silence as Sara tailed off. ‘I’ve lost some fights, not just to you, but they didn’t affect me in a bad way once I’d had a day or so to get my head round it. The worst thing is when you lose a fight that you just didn’t foresee you could lose. That’s difficult’ she told Sara.

‘I feel like I should get right back into it’ Sara admitted to us. ‘Almost like I need another fight to clear that one from my mind you know?’ she asked us both.

‘It’s a sensible idea’ I admitted ‘and totally the right thing to get back to it as soon as possible, but you have to give yourself time to heal up first. I can find you matches then, no problem. But make sure you’re at 100% first’ I told Sara who had, it seemed, taken the business decision to drop Danny as her manager in the wake of her defeat for not scouting Staci out properly enough for her. She’d assumed control of her decision-making process, but with my contacts, I was going to be able to help her find the kind of opposition she was looking for. Then plan was that Sara would recuperate for a few weeks first, and she planned to stay a while in the UK, to maybe sample a few of the delights of the private scene as she did so. It wouldn’t take long for Claire to throw a spanner in the works on that.

A few days into her stay, Sara had decided that she ought to look for a place of her own to use while she was staying her in the UK. A visit to an estate agent had been a logical first step for Sara; unfortunately, unbeknown to Sara, that happened to be the estate agent that Claire worked for. Not that Sara knew that of course as she simply arranged a viewing on a property for the following afternoon. It was only when Claire saw Sara’s name on the register of viewings for the following day that, ever the opportunist, she arranged she would do that viewing. It was, she realised, the perfect chance for her to get her revenge on Sara, especially as Sara would arrive for the viewing totally unsuspecting of her plans. Claire hatched the plot overnight, deciding to arrive at the viewing of the empty property early, enabling her to set up some very thin wrestling mats in the otherwise empty living room area. Then she would simply lie in wait for Sara, confident that as big and tough as Sara was, there was no way the wounded American could handle what she was going to bring.

Fast forward to the following day, near lunchtime and Claire wearing her work clothes of a white blouse, black pencil skirt that came just above the knee, sheer black hold up stockings, and black high heels over a simple black lace bra and thong was ready. She wasn’t going to fight in her work gear though. No, she planned to strip naked to protect her clothes and also, shrewdly, to hope Sara would follow suit and fight her naked so that the scars of her battle with Staci would be like a treasure map, showing her exactly where to attack. Despite the fact that she was expecting it, the knock on the door still surprised Claire, her heart skipping a beat as she heard Sara’s knuckles rapping on the door. As she walked towards it to answer it, she knew that if she had miscalculated how injured the American blonde was, then she would very soon be feeling those same knuckles rapping on her body rather than at the door. The thought of beating the strawberry blonde American excited her; the thought of the fight excited her, but she couldn’t afford to think that way. She was at a disadvantage physically in terms of size and strength, but she surely had surprise and fitness on her side.

Opening the door, but standing behind it so that Sara didn’t get a great view of her, Claire disguised her voice just enough to say ‘welcome, go on through to the lounge, I’ll follow you through and give you the tour.’

‘Thanks!’ Sara replied following Claire’s request as the raven-haired fighter closed the door, making sure that it stayed closed behind her as she quietly slipped the lock on. Then she turned, slowly walking after the American woman who wore skinny jeans, knee high boots and a loose-fitting top. At the point that Claire heard Sara exclaim ‘what the fuck is this!’ as she caught sight of the wrestling mats laid out in the living room, Claire was already unbuttoning her silky white blouse that she wore as she came through the door. ‘Surprise bitch!’ she told Sara ‘this is payback for the mud match cunt. I’m going to kick your ass good and proper!’

‘Well fuck you, little sneaky fucking bitch!’ Sara replied, more than a little anger in her voice at the ambush attempt.

‘Pussy!’ Claire shot back, adding ‘you scared you can’t beat a little lightweight fighter like me? You could surely never lose to a lightweight could you Sara?’ she mocked, knowing full well that Sara had just taken quite the beating from a lightweight.

‘I can still kick your ass cunt’ Sara replied, bravado getting the better of her common sense that screamed at her to walk away. ‘So how do you want to do this bitch?’ she enquired.

‘Thought you’d never ask’ Claire smiled as she slipped off her blouse. ‘Simple, naked, no time limit and no rules; it’s a fight. A fight that ends with one of us laid out on the mats, knocked out’ Claire told Sara, before adding ‘that will be you of course bitch’ as she started to kick off her high heels.

‘Oh, I’m going to kick the shit out of you again bitch’ Sara confidently asserted as she started to unzip her knee-high boots, preparing for the fight. ‘So, get ready to meet your match again you little skank’ she cautioned Claire who was already down to her lingerie there at the edge of the mats. Neatly folding her clothes at the edge of the mat, Claire bent down to slowly ease her hold up stockings down her powerful legs while Sara got her jeans off, throwing them untidily to where she had left her boots. As Claire continued calmly to get naked, Sara removed her black thong, and finally pulled her loose-fitting top over her head to reveal her still bruised, discoloured breasts. A smile played across Claire’s face as she saw that Sara’s left breast in particular bore the scars of battle from her match with Staci. As she removed her own thong, adding it to the pile of clothes before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra, Claire got a surprise of her own; Sara was naked and ready to go, throwing her top so that it hit Claire in the face as she rushed into action with a kick to the belly. Then she wrapped her fingers in Claire’s long jet-black hair, using it as her hold to throw Claire across the small matted area to the carpet beyond it. Claire hurriedly rushed to her feet, shrugging out of her bra as she did so, letting it fall to the mat at her feet as she tried to meet an onrushing Sara. Too late; a running knee to the body from the American fighter sending her back to the mats in a heap.

Sara had wisely elected to make a fast start. She knew, as she wrapped Claire’s bra around her neck, using it as a means to force the smaller woman to her feet, that she was in no fit state to engage in a long battle. She needed to finish Claire quickly, and she set up to throw her across the mats, successfully again, but not before Claire had got her fingers sunk in to her left breast for the briefest of moments. As she landed, there was already a smile on Claire’s face. Sara may not have cried out in pain from the brief breast attack, but at close proximity, she had felt the involuntary shudder it had sent through the blonde’s body. She may have to weather an early storm to get there, but she knew she could hurt Sara if she hung in there.

Still, it was the powerful American who continued to push the action in the early moments, forcing Claire to her feet and into a front headlock before she fired two quick knees into the body. Claire may have been dropped to her knees again by those had Sara not held her firmly upright with the front headlock before she tried to lift Claire for a body slam. Now Claire reacted quickly, knowing that the thin mats were hardly the place to take a slam from a powerful woman like Sara. Blocking the attempt, she quickly shot a kick up into the pussy as Sara had her legs spread wider to get the power into lifting her. A look of shock formed quickly on Sara’s face as the pain registered; she had no time to cry out though before she was chopped down with a short right hand to the jaw. That put her on to her knees and an evil glint came in to Claire’s eyes as she took the chance to lash a harsh kick across the blonde’s breasts, sending her to the mat on her back, crying out in pain.

‘Fucking pussy’ Claire muttered as she stood over Sara, treating her to a kick in the ribs before she looked to up the ante. Bringing Sara to all fours by the hair, Claire then grabbed her left arm, pulling it out of the way and opening Sara up for an evil kick to the left breast. That drew a scream of pain from the blonde as Claire’s foot crashed hard into her already pained breast, and at that stage, only two minutes into the fight, Claire probably knew that she had her. Sara was groaning in pain, clutching her left breast down on the mat as Claire forced her arms away, quickly dropping a knee into that same breast as she continued to punish the ailing blonde who yelled out in pain.

‘Hurts doesn’t it bitch?’ Claire mocked as she got back to her feet again, grabbing Sara by the hair and cruelly slamming her face into the mats. Sara might have got her hands on to the mat just in time to shield her from the very worst of that move. In turn though, that put her in the perfect position for Claire to deliver another hard kick to the left breast, and Sara rolled away across the mats in pain once again. Sara knew that she needed distance between her and Claire if she was to get back in to the fight. Right now though, grounded and in pain, that space was a little difficult for her to find as Claire dived in with a heavy elbow drop to the chest. Despite trying to defend against it with her arms, every blow to the breasts felt like someone driving a red-hot poker in to her. That bitch Staci had done quite a number on her in that respect and it seemed that Claire was no slouch in following up on her work. Still, Sara grabbed for Claire’s mane of jet-black hair, getting what seemed to be a good grip of it only for Claire to just laugh ‘that feels nice thanks.’ She was quick to put Sara’s brief show of resistance down though, grabbing a handful of strawberry blonde hair to bang the back of her head off the thin mats. Sara wore a dazed expression for a moment, showing less resistance as Claire peeled her from the mat by the hair before delivering a hard knee lift to the body.

Sara groaned in pain as Claire’s knee drove the air from her body, putting her quickly back on to all fours on the mat, trying to suck in air. She had the foresight to hold her right hand across her breasts to try and protect them. Claire had it in mind to target a different injury though now. chopping a hard right hand above the eyebrow where the cut from the fight with Staci had started to heal. The blonde was knocked face down on the mat by that, and Claire took that as an opportunity to deliver a full body splash across her back. That winded the American further and Claire moved quickly to straddle her upper back, trapping her arms against her side with her knees as she wound Sara’s long strawberry blonde hair around her hand twice. Satisfied with her grip, she pulled hard, wrenching Sara’s head and neck as she pulled them clear of the mats. She quickly got her other hand onto Sara’s chin, using her double hand holds to torque the blonde’s neck now as she twisted her head to once side.

‘Aaaaagggghhh! You bitch, get off of me!’ Sara moaned as she felt the pain from Claire attacking her but she wasn’t going to get any sympathy from Claire. The jet haired jezebel was enjoying herself far too much for sympathy right now as she leaned back to add pressure to the hold. Then she released the chin, Sara briefly enjoying a slight respite before Claire started to rain slaps into the side of her face while keeping hold of the hair. The slaps were hard, punishing blows as Claire enjoyed her dominant position over her stronger, more powerful opponent. ‘Come on big girl’ she taunted, landing another slap to the face ‘I’m still waiting for that ass kicking you promised me!’ she mocked before landing a final slap and releasing Sara so that her face dropped to the mat. It was only temporary respite while Claire’s black painted nails lightly traced a set of claw marks on Sara’s shoulder from Staci’s nails. ‘My, my’ Claire mused as she did so ‘she really did do a number on you didn’t she bitch? I must meet this girl!’ she continued. Then she dipped her head forward, sinking her teeth deep into those same scratch marks to punish the screeching strawberry blonde further as she reached round to pull at her face cruelly. The fight was only a few minutes old but Claire was supremely confident, and now she was going to turn it up a notch as she used a double handful of hair to haul Sara to her feet.

Waist locking the bigger blonde, Claire quickly lifted her to deliver a pussy pounding atomic drop. Fight or not, Claire saw no reason not to use her wrestling skills where it would help her add to Sara’s pain. And she pushed the blonde in the chest to send her back to the mat in more pain. A kick was buried deep in Sara’s belly now, drawing a loud gasp of pain and surprise as the air was crushed from her body and she tried to roll away from the jet haired fighter. Too slowly though, Claire reaching down to wrench her to her back by the hair and deliver a nasty stomp to Sara’s left breast that drew a shriek from the blonde as another wave of pain ran through her body. Claire was loving that she was on top, dominant against the tough American as she dropped to her knees to add the tracks of her own nails to those still visible from Staci’s nails on Sara’s body. She dragged her nails slowly across the blonde’s body, making her cry out in pain and anguish. Sara tried to sit up; Claire stepped her immediately with an elbow to the point of the jaw and Sara was back on her back, flat out on the mats.

Claire had been dominant, and she continued to enjoy that position now, getting back to her feet to deliver a hard kick to the body which kept the strawberry blonde American well and truly subdued. Claire was going to have her fun with her now, toying with the blonde almost. If Sara defended her breasts, Claire would go to her body with kicks and an impressive double fist drop to the belly. Tiring of getting beaten that way, Sara defended her body; a mistake as Claire delivered the same double fist drop to the breasts now instead, quickly converting it to a fierce double breast maul that had Sara shrieking in pain. ‘Please get off me! I give up!’ Sara pleased with the jet haired jezebel who had zero sympathy for her plight, preferring to give her breasts another tweak before she told her ‘to a knockout remember, you American pussy!’ Still, Claire did break the double breast maul, but only so that she could bring Sara back to her feet. Claire had it in mind to deliver a slam, potentially debilitating on the thin mats, but to her surprise she found herself on the receiving end of a solid right hand into the pit of the stomach. Surprise more than anything else stopped Claire in her tracks for a moment, long enough for Sara to make it to her knees and land a second body punch to the jet haired woman. Now Claire reacted though, grabbing the hair of the kneeling blonde and chopping her back down with a hard knee to the breasts, dropping Sara, moaning in pain, back to the mat.

Wanting to put Sara’s resistance to the sword quickly, Claire hammered another kick into her ribs before dropping heavily across her breasts in a big splash. The squeal from Sara showed that once again, Claire had targeted her pained breasts to perfection. Claire used the hair to bounce the back of the blonde’s head off the mat once more and satisfied she had Sara suitably dazed, she kept hold of the hair to force the American to her feet. A slap to the face was instantly followed by Claire sliding a hand between her thighs, sweeping Sara off her feet and planting her hard on the mats with a big body slam. There was no give in the thin mats Claire had set out on the floor at all and Sara groaned in pain from the impact with them, but Claire wasn’t letting her stay down for long at all, immediately lifting her back to her feet by the hair. Again, she lifted the bigger American, this time from behind, and dropped her breasts first across her knee in a sort of inverted back breaker. It was a devastating blow for the blonde to absorb, once again sending fiery needles of pain through her already battered body.

Well on top, sensing that Sara was basically done, Claire decided that she was going to toy with her some more, holding her across her knee to deliver a series of hard smacks to her naked ass. The sound of her hand on Sara’s butt filled the otherwise empty apartment, along with Sara’s cries of pain from each impact of the hand. Cries that intensified as Claire started to drag those sharp nails across her butt, adding further angry furrows to those already drawn across her body by Staci. ‘Fucking weak bitch!’ Claire mocked her blonde foe as she continued to spank her across her knee, treating her like a naughty schoolgirl from days gone by. And then, she was done with it, ready to finish Sara off and get the knockout win that she had promised as she shoved the blonde off her knee to the mat. Sara landed hard, rolling on to her back and crossing her arms across her chest as she looked to protect herself. No problem for Claire who simply took up a reverse face sit position, bypassing Sara’s arms to sit squarely on her face, looking to simply smother the American blonde out and claim the victory.

Having taken up the face sit position and ridden out Sara’s first couple of attempts to bridge herself free, Claire started to enjoy having her opponent’s naked body stretched out in front of her to punish. A series of slaps to the thighs drew some muffled protests from Sara; a hard punch to the belly drew a louder groan from beneath Claire’s ass as the jet haired fighter started to grind her ass on Sara’s face, adding insult to injury. ‘You’re going out bitch!’ Claire confidently told Sara as she rode out another attempted bridge from the blonde who moaned loudly beneath her, straining as she tried to get free. Another hard punch slammed into Sara’s belly button, forcing a little more air from Sara’s body; then Claire landed a second blow, a flat handed slap to the belly this time that she converted to a vicious claw hold. Fingers and nails were sunk into Sara’s body as she punished the now screaming blonde, twisting and tearing at her belly as she continued to weaken her with the smother.

Finally, Claire had Sara right where she wanted her; beneath her curvy ass and in trouble from a stomach claw that would give her the impossibly choice. She could either defend the claw or continue to protect her damaged breasts; either way she was in big trouble. She tried to defend by bridging once again, to no avail as Claire rode that attempt once again, digging in that little deeper with the claw hold to quickly flatten Sara to the mats once more. Claire felt the blonde’s body shudder beneath her from the effort of trying to hold out, and she knew that victory was almost at hand now. Finally, Sara had to defend against the claw hold, feeling for Claire’s arms to try and prise them away from her belly. Claire moved quickly, an evil smile on her face, at that point. It was the opening that the jet haired jezebel had been waiting on, and she didn’t waste a second before plunging her nails into Sara’s already tortured breasts.

Sara’s cries of pain from beneath Claire’s butt were increasingly audible now, they were also emptying her lungs of air quickly, pushing her towards the seemingly inevitable end game of her being smothered out. Claire showed her no mercy either, now spreading her own legs a little to ensure that her full weight bore down on the American’s face while she continued to rip and maul at her breasts, drawing one final shriek of pain from Sara before she grew increasingly quiet and still beneath Claire’s butt. Still, Claire ground her ass and pussy hard onto Sara’s face, the American’s legs flailing listlessly as she suffered beneath her. Another slap cracked off Sara’s left breast, quickly converted to a nail rake and maul that drew no response from the blonde American at all. Claire had done it; she had beaten the heavier, more experienced woman. Never mind that it had been an ambush to all intents and purposes, delivered against a weakened opponent. In her mind, she had dominated and expunged the demons of her defeat in the mud some years earlier from her mind. She rose off the knocked out American slowly, standing over her for a moment before she walked back to her neatly folded pile of clothes at the edge of the mat, putting on her bra and thong before slowly rolling her sheer hold up stockings up her strong legs. She slipped on her slinky pencil skirt and put on her high heels, before she slipped on her blouse, not bothering to button it yet as she walked back on to the mats to her beaten and still dazed opponent.

‘Now bitch’ Claire hissed, leaning over Sara as she showed her nasty streak grinding the heel of her shoe into Sara’s left breast to bring her around fully with the fierce pain it caused. ‘I’ve kicked your ass, now I’m going to the bathroom to get myself ready to go back to work. There are two things you need to do now. First of all, buy this flat because I want the commission for the sale, and I’ve proved that this room is perfect for your main requirements. And second’ she continued ‘is to get you worthless ass out of here before I’m done in the bathroom, or this is going to start all over again bitch!’ she warned the groaning blonde. With a kick to the breast from the toe of her shoe, Claire turned on her heels, heading to the bathroom as she had said. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she smiled at herself, delighted with the way that she had kicked Sara’s butt. She also enjoyed the sounds of the blonde hurriedly dressing in the lounge, punctuated by an occasional moan at the pain she felt from the effects of the battle.

Having heard the door to the apartment open and then close, Claire still came out of the bathroom cautiously, blouse now buttoned, looking immaculately prepared for work. She had to gather up the thin wrestling mats from the floor in the apartment, putting them into the carrying bag and then she headed for the door, turning off the lights after taking once last glance at the site of her favourite victory to date. She locked the door behind her, and returned to work, knowing that Sara wasn’t going to forget the beating she had given her any time soon. Right now, she didn’t care, but that might not prove to be such a good thing in the long run.