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The Welsh Civil War

By Wolfboy

Tasha and Kensi have it out in a very public confrontation

The tag team match between the Welsh and Yammamoto families some weeks back had shown clearly that there were some issues between the two members of the Welsh family. Taken as sex slaves for the weekend by the Japanese family, the situation had worsened with mother blaming daughter for the predicament and vice-versa. Even in the build up to the tag match there had been some rumours of fallings out in the Welsh camp, actions during the match had given plenty of weight to those rumours, and the situation had hardly eased ever since. Finally, it had come to a head with Tasha telling her daughter at the end of another heated argument ‘you’ll never amount to anything as a catfighter you silly little cow, you’re just not strong enough mentally are you? And I was kicking your arse when those Japanese bitches made us fight for their entertainment as well!’

‘Fuck you mum, I was kicking your fat arse and you know it!’ Kensi had shot back, growing tired of Tasha’s constant sniping at her, seemingly taking every chance to belittle her daughter’s own fighting ability.

‘I’m not going to fight you again dear if that’s what you want. I mean what’s the point? I’ll just destroy you’ Tasha had mocked in response.

‘Fucking pussy! Fight me and prove it!’ Kensi shot back, waiting a moment for a response before she continued ‘I knew it, you’re scared, fucking pussy bitch’ she laughed, turning to walk away.

‘OK’ Tasha replied ‘I’ll fight you. But don’t come running to me when I kick your arse you silly little cow! Make it in public’ Tasha continued, bolder now. ‘I want you to be shown up for what you are in front of an audience when I beat you and prove I’m better than you!’ she told her own daughter.

Keeping her back towards her mother so that she wouldn’t see the glint in her eye, Kensi replied ‘fine, I’ll set it up with the Smythe’s, I’m sure that they’ll be happy to host. Oh, and mum’ she continued ‘when I kick your fat arse from pillar to post, we’re done with you being my manager as well!’ With that, Kensi left the room to make the call, continuing something she’d already spoken to Amelia about before. She wanted to bring a very personal match to a more public setting. Amelia had been reticent to agree at first, sending Kensi away to think it over; when the blonde had returned a third time asking for the same thing though, she had finally agreed. ‘Just call me when you’re both ready’ had been Amelia’s last word on the subject to Kensi, still wondering if the blonde really wanted it. Now that answer was clear, and the Welsh’s would fight each other as the opening contest on the next Smythe show, with the match planned to take place in the tight confines of the Smythe pool.

Emma was going to be in attendance that night, taking both Sara and I along with her as her likely opponent to secure the number one contender spot, Lena Lehrer would be in action later on in the evening. We couldn’t deny some personal interest in the fight between Kensi and Tasha though which was bound to get personal quickly we thought. The rules agreed on seemed to be simple enough; no time limit and anything goes until one uttered the words ‘I give up, you are a better woman than me.’ Anything else wasn’t going to get the job done, guaranteeing a down and dirty, mother vs daughter brawl I fancied. We would find out soon enough as the Smythe ring announcer took up station on the edge of the pool and started ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a special challenge catfight scheduled for a total submission of the match without time limit!’

Now both ladies entered the room, moments apart, slipping into the drained pool for the match before the announcer picked up his microphone to make the introductions. ‘First of all, on my left, she is the former Smythe lightweight champion, standing 5 feet 2 inches tall, and weighing in at 133lbs, she is 21 years old and measures 36DD-25-36 with a record of 13 wins and 3 defeats, this is Kensi Welsh!’ Wearing a fairly simple pair of white lycra hotpants trimmed in pink with a matching sports bra, Kensi stepped forward to take the applause of the crowd, somewhat muted with the crowd seeming a little unsure how to respond for the match just yet. ‘And her opponent, on my right for this catchweight contest is her mother, Tasha Welsh! Tasha is 5 feet 8 inches tall, 154lbs, 50 years old and measures 38DD-27-39. She has a fight record of 30 wins and 15 defeats.’

Now Tasha, not taking her eyes off her daughter opposite her, stepped forward, again to the relatively subdued reaction of the crowd. There was almost a feeling in the room of being allowed in to something that was very private, something that shouldn’t be seen, but both women were here of their own volition. I thought that the feeling in the room would change when the two women got into the action though, and Tasha looked ready in a black lycra bralette and thong combination, both trimmed with a glittering gold pattern that matched her fingernails. The referee brought the two ladies together for final instructions, the two staring almost through each other. Tasha towered over her relatively diminutive daughter as she ignored the referee largely to ask Kensi ‘are you sure you want to do this you silly little cow? Last chance to back out young lady.’ she told her daughter.

‘Fuck you mum, you can’t keep controlling me anymore!’ Kensi fired back, finishing ‘your fat arse is mine!’

‘As you wish’ Tasha agreed, not waiting for the referee to finish their instructions before cracking a slap off her daughter’s face, and the Welsh civil war was underway in the pool fight area. Tasha had a power advantage, of that there was little doubt, and she grabbed hair to bully Kensi back to the wall. ‘You’re really sure?’ she asked Kensi, shouted in fact, right in her face there against the wall before slapping her hard to the face again. Then a double handful of hair saw her use that power advantage to hurl Kensi across the sunken pool areas with some ease. ‘Silly cow!’ Tasha muttered beneath her breath as she stalked her daughter across the pool, hammering her with a powerful forearm across the shoulders to drop her on to her belly down on the mats. Not for long; Tasha was quickly in for a double handful of hair to force Kensi, already groaning in pain from the hair pull, from the mats before she repeated the job of throwing her across the pool area again. Methodically, she stalked her daughter across the compact pool area, this time to deliver a disdainful slap to the back of the head that even moved Sara to comment ‘this bitch really doesn’t like her own daughter, does she?’

It was hard for anyone to argue with that in all honesty as Tasha kept up her early, slow paced, assault on Kensi with a hard kick to the stomach now. As Kensi rolled across the mat, clutching herself and gasping for air, it was difficult to see how the opening moments could have gone much worse for her really. Then Tasha showed her that was possible as she forced her to her feet against the wall, pinned both hands above her head to the wall, and started to deliver short, but very well targeted, punches to her belly while she held her upright. As each punch landed, Tasha was talking quietly to Kensi too, taunting her ‘you silly little cow………thought you were better than me……….thought you could beat me…………going to get humiliated by your mummy………in front of everyone……….I told you that you couldn’t match up with me………Ooooowwwwww!’ The taunting didn’t end quite as well as Tasha had hoped as Kensi stomped down hard on her foot and then quickly grabbed her mum’s flowing blonde hair to slam her face into the lightly padded wall of the pool. Tasha was surprised, suddenly dazed at finding herself on her backside against the wall at the feet of her daughter.

Kensi was hardly in a charitable mood either it turned out as she used a thigh strike to the back of her mum’s head to great effect, as it sent Tasha’s face hard into the wall again. That knocked Tasha to her back, and she quickly tasted one of her daughter’s thick thighs landing hard in her face with a leg drop delivered with bad intentions. Kensi wanted to follow up too, determined to use Tasha’s hair to pull her into a side head scissors so that she could bring her strong legs to bear on her mother. Tasha may have been a little dazed but she was wise to the plan, and at the cost of a few strands of blonde hair, she was able to scramble free, quickly getting to her knees. Kensi was quick to her feet, closing in on Tasha and securing a front headlock, standing over her proudly for a moment as she worked her arms in tightly around her head and neck. Then her eyes registered the pain just before she voiced it as Tasha struck viciously with an uppercut to the pussy from the kneeling position. Kensi sagged over her mother’s shoulder, her headlock broken, and Tasha slugged her hard to the belly once more before shrugging her off to fall to the mat.

‘Silly cow’ Tasha taunted he again ‘you’re no match for a real woman in a catfight!’ she told her daughter before picking her from the mat by the hair and Irish whipping her hard to the wall. Kensi looked stunned there against the wall and again, Tasha took her time, pinning her arms above her head with one hand before she started to drive in those short, well targeted punches to her daughter’s belly. This time she took care to keep her own feet out of the way of Kensi’s as well before she trapped her in a standing crotch grab now, looking her straight in the eye as she started to maul through Kensi’s hotpants, the lycra material offering little in the way of protection. ‘Go on, give up!’ Tasha taunted as Kensi bit her own lip trying to hide the pain she was feeling. ‘Give up like the weak little cow you are!’ she continued, verbally berating her daughter as she continued to punish her. Again though, the only thing that stopped her was Kensi’s resilience and resourcefulness as she kicked her mother in the shin, breaking the crotch maul.

Short lived respite for the younger Welsh it appeared as Tasha came back in to deliver a stinging chop across her daughter’s breasts there against the wall. She went reeling along the wall, away from Tasha who she then surprised with an elbow to the ribs as she rushed after her to continue the punishment. Tasha was stopped for just long enough to allow Kensi to gather herself and shock Tasha now with a flying dropkick, knocking her to the mat hard. Kensi dived down to her knees next to her mother now and she started to flail away at her body with a flurry of punches and slaps all accompanied by the younger Welsh screaming in fury at her mother. ‘You fucking bitch! You never believe in me! You put me down you bitch! I’ll fucking destroy you!’ she yelled as her blows slammed in Tasha’s body.

‘Correction’ Sara said, turning towards us. ‘apparently neither likes the other…’

‘Sure looks that way’ Emma agreed as Kensi yelped in surprise as Tasha poked her in the eye and before she’d recovered from that, Tasha lashed out a kick to Kensi’s body to knock her back to the mat.

Tasha didn’t bother to get back to her feet this time, getting to her knees to grab Kensi’s hair and shed her face first into the mat to daze her. As Kensi lay face down on the mat now, Tasha straddled her back, digging her knees into Kensi’s ribs, and then she grabbed the hair, using it to mop the mats with her daughter’s face as Kensi squealed in anguish. ‘I’m too much for you dear’ Tasha mocked now as she started to cuff her around the back of the head with hard slaps, disdainful, showing her contempt of Kensi’s efforts before she looked to roll her, trapping her between her legs in a tight body scissor. Tasha pulled the hair, forcing Kensi to cry out in pain as her head was twisted painfully to the side now. It was the older member of the Welsh family holding the upper hand now, and again, she showed her nasty streak as she used her dominant position to claw at Kensi’s face now. This might have been mother vs daughter, but it was not being conducted in the vein of the match between Emma and Debbie I had seen on video. No, this was looking more and more like two women out to destroy each other and right now, as her daughter moaned in anguish, it was Tasha who was doing most of the destroying.

‘You can keep your fancy wrestling you silly little cow!’ she admonished Kensi now, punching her hard in the back of the head. ‘This is a fight dear!’ she informed Kensi, content that she had her daughter stunned enough to go on the attack now as she turned her loose from the scissor hold. Kicking Kensi out from between her powerful legs, Tasha got to her feet, forcing Kensi to her knees by the hair; she punched her squarely in the face then, knocking her immediately back to the mat again. ‘Look at her’ Tasha told the crowd who looked on with some surprise at the action unfolding before them, ‘she’s no match for me. Your precious little star is a lost little girl against a real woman!’ she confidently taunted. Back to the hair, she forced Kensi back to her knees, again using the short punch to the face to knock her to her back again. ‘Why don’t you just say it, you silly little cow’ Tasha admonished her daughter now. ‘Admit I’m the better woman and this will all be over for you!’

‘I won’t’ Kensi groaned defiantly from the mats ‘you’re not better and you never will be!’ she continued as Tasha went back to the hair, forcing Kensi to the kneeling position and drawing her fist back to strike again. ‘Oh you will…….Aaaaagggghhh!’ she started to admonish Kensi again before she screamed out in pain as Kensi got her fingers inside the black and gold thong her mother wore, trapping her in a pussy claw that forced her up on to her tiptoes as Kensi regained her feet. Kensi had that look of ‘you’re gonna get it now!’ on her face as she backed her mother up to the wall and surprised her with a headbutt to the breasts. Then, the younger Welsh launched in to a second flurry of wild punches, screeching as she flailed away at her, landing with some but missing with many as Tasha, blocking carefully, slid down the wall, apparently under the barrage of punches. Apparently, but not actually; as Kensi grabbed the hair, looking like she might bang Tasha’s head off the wall, Tasha struck with a punch to the crotch, catching her daughter perfectly by surprise. As Kensi’s mouth formed that look of total shock, Tasha swept her legs out from under her, taking her down to the mat. She delivered a kick to Kensi’s back, rolling her so that she was now on her back, and Tasha was ready to finish her off it seemed, looking to deliver a big splash.

As Tasha took to the air though, she realised that Kensi might look outmatched by her at times, but she had the instincts of a fighter, raising her knees to catch her mother, driving the air from her lungs. The crowd were wrapped up in the intensely personal action unfolding down on the mats, oddly quiet as if they were still a little unsure about what their response to such a personal battle should be. It was a personal battle that had reached a key stage too it seemed, both women down, Kensi recovering from her crotch shot while Tasha moaned in pain, having been winded by her daughter’s knees. Both were fighting to get back to their knees first, hoping to take the upper hand. It was Kensi who made it first, sucking it up and getting to her knees before grabbing Tasha’s hair to slam her face into the mat. Tasha was dazed by that, no doubt about it, and Kensi was quickly back into the hair to try and force Tasha to her feet. A hand slipped between Tasha’s legs, Kensi showing her power to easily lift and body slam the bigger woman hard at the centre of the pool area. Advantage Kensi, and she looked to put her best weapon, her powerful thighs, to use now, leg dropping Tasha across the breasts before she used the hair to force her mother’s head between those thick thighs in a side head scissor.

As Kensi pushed her hands to the mat, raising her hips and squeezing hard, Tasha cried out loudly in pain as she felt the power her daughter packed. ‘Say it mum!’ Kensi told her. ‘Give up you fat bitch!’ she taunted, dropping her hips so that she could force Tasha’s top up and flatten her right breast with a stinging slap. ‘Bitch!’ Tasha hissed as she felt the stinging impact of hand on breast; Kensi had her in real trouble for the first time as she pushed up on her hands and poured the power back on with the scissor hold. More trouble too as Kensi got her nails sunk into her mother’s breast now, drawing a pained shriek from the older Welsh as Kensi again demanded that she ‘say it!’

‘Fuck off you silly little cow!’ Tasha replied, groaning in pain again as she did so, feeling the pain from Kensi’s tough combined attack, but set thoroughly against the idea of submission. Kensi pancaked her right breast again with a stinging flat handed blow and then she put her hands back to the mat, pushing up to pour on the pain in the scissor hold to draw another moan of pain from Tasha. The older of the two blonde women was quick to turn though, getting to her knees as she now faced her daughter and immediately got her nails into Kensi’s belly. Not a claw hold; she simply scratched and mauled at Kensi’s body, drawing anguished shrieks of pain from Kensi as she drew angry furrows on her body with her nails. Kensi grimly hung on to the scissor hold, knowing those thighs were her best chance of winning the fight and forcing her mother to admit she was the better woman. It was a big mistake from the younger Welsh though as Tasha suddenly surprised her with an elbow to the stomach, driving the air from her daughter’s body as she broke the scissor hold with some authority.

Now Tasha got to her feet, ground her heel into Kensi’s stomach, and then quickly went to the hair to pull her daughter to her feet. Holding the hair now, Tasha surprised Kensi with a kick to the inside of both thighs, spreading her legs just wide enough to deliver a pile driver of a knee lift to her pussy. That blow saw Kensi melt to the mat, a look of absolute agony and anguish on her face while Tasha stood over her, now looking supremely confident of victory. She moved quickly though, not wanting to give Kensi any glimpse of success in getting back into the fight. Tasha peeled Kensi from the mat by the hair, lifting her and delivering an inverted across the knee back breaker that perhaps could have been more accurately called a stomach breaker. She held Kensi there across her knee now, slipping her daughter’s hot pants down her thighs, and as Kensi gasped, trying desperately to catch her breath, Tasha spanked her naked arse hard. ‘I should have spanked you like this a long time ago, you silly little cow!’ she told her daughter, cracking the flat of her hand across Kensi’s arse again.

Satisfied with the humiliation that she’d given to her daughter, Tasha pushed her off her knee to the mat; she was determined to put her away now, lifting her from the mat by the hair. Then she hoisted her up to deliver a big body slam in the centre of the pool area, leaving Kensi writhing in pain, her hips rising from the mat as she suffered the waves of pain from the slam. Tasha looked up at the crowd, convinced that she had Kensi finished; still there was a slightly uneasy atmosphere in the room with the crowd still unsure what they were supposed to make of the action. Tasha dropped to the mat now, delivering a big elbow drop to the chest that flattened Kensi to the mat. And now, in the briefest moment, Tasha shifted up into a reverse face sit, sitting heavily on her daughter’s face as Kensi squirmed beneath her. ‘Now take your time dear’ Tasha told Kensi ‘and when you’re ready’ she continued, punching her daughter’s right breast, ‘you can say it and just admit I’m better than you!’

Kensi kicked and bridged, squirmed and struggled, but she was well pinned, each attempt at escape brought under control with an authoritative slap to the thigh, a punch to the body or a nipple tweak inside her top. The younger Welsh shrieked and moaned in pain and frustration as she struggled, helplessly pinned, beneath her mother’s curvaceous arse. Another bridge from Kensi and Tasha cruelly clawed her belly again, dragging her nails sharply across the skin. Kensi finally managed to turn her head, just enough to the side to take in a gasp of air before Tasha grabbed her hair, harshly repositioning her face and sat back again to completely engulf Kensi’s face. Again, Kensi bridged, desperate to escape now as she was completely smothered beneath her mother now. This time her bridge played right into her mother’s hands, with her hotpants already round her knees, she had unwittingly presented her crotch as a target for Tasha, who leaned forward to slap a pussy claw on to her daughter. The younger Welsh screamed in pain now, clearly audible in the room despite the smothering effect of her mother’s ass, and it was clear to everyone in the room that this family battle was as good as over.

‘Now, you silly little cow’ Tasha told her daughter ‘when you’re ready, tap the mat and I’ll move my arse to the side so the nice ladies and gentlemen can hear you tell them how I’m the better woman.’

Immediately, Kensi tapped the mat prompting her mother to raise her ass up very slightly, to allow Kensi to speak. ‘Fuck you mum!’ Kensi screamed as soon as her mouth was free of Tasha’s ass to allow her to speak.

That sent a ripple of amusement through the room, but Tasha was quick to drop her ass back firmly on to her daughter’s face and punch her hard in the belly. Then she wrapped on arm around her waist, forcing her hips from the mat so that she could reapply the pussy claw again. ‘Now’ Tasha admonished her daughter, drawing a shriek as she worked her fingers inside her pussy, ‘lets try that again, shall we?’ Kensi screamed out in pain once more as Tasha went to work on her, spreading her legs a little to make sure that Kensi was carrying her full weight. ‘Say it when you’re ready you little cunt’ Tasha told her daughter ‘but you’d better not try anymore funny business this time you sneaky little madam, or I’ll smother your sorry ass out!’ she warned. Then she settled in to continue her attack, waiting patiently as she punished Kensi, knowing that the inevitable submission was coming. Only it didn’t; Kensi was evidently unable to bring herself to say the magic words and admit that Tasha was the better woman. Tasha continued to smother Kensi without compassion until the point that the referee stepped in, stopping the contest and awarding it to Tasha after forcing her to break her smother. It may have been a victory, but the look in Tasha’s eyes suggested it had ultimately been a hollow one; she had won the match very clearly, but Kensi hadn’t admitted that she was the better woman.

As the clearly still groggy Kensi was helped from the pool a short while later, she looked the happier of the two women, having denied her mother what she really had wanted. What was clear was that the younger Welsh was going to be looking out for a new manager if she wanted to continue in the world of catfighting. At my left, Sara seemed to be pretty interested in that prospect.

‘The kid has guts, you have to give her that!’ the powerful American catfighter told us ‘but, she sure as hell needs to find a proper mean streak!’

‘Can’t argue with that’ Emma agreed with her rival.

‘You know, you could take on managerial duties for her’ I suggested to Sara. ‘You’re not an official Smythe fighter, so there’s nothing to stop you. And even if you did register to fight with the Smythe’s you could still coach her, and someone else can take on corner duties.’ I said.

‘I might just do that’ the blonde mused. ‘No time like the present either!’ she told us, adding ‘could you excuse me for a moment?’ as she left her seat to find Kensi and offer her services as manager to the young blonde fighter.