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Debbie’s Kitten Finds Her Claws

By Wolfboy

Sammy finds herself challenged to an impromptu fight by Debbie’s new fighting protege.

‘Her name’s Nicole, Steve’ Debbie told me one day having mentioned that she’d taken to training a fighter. ‘She’s not really a rules fighter though, more streetfighter I suppose. I went to watch some underground fights last week, and she fought there. She’s raw but tough. Was there on her own while all of the other girls had someone with them, watching their backs I guess. I got to talking to her. Nice enough kid, just loves a scrap, and I offered to help her out a little’ she explained. ‘I figured after all’ she continued, ‘Emma has you, the girls have each other, and I’m able to help them if they need me, but Nicole is a bit of a project for me’ she admitted.

‘Sounds like she’ll keep you busy’ I agreed. ‘So what’s your plan? Convert her to rules fights or just help prepare her for the underground fights?’ I asked Debbie, interested to know quite what she was planning with Nicole.

‘Most likely she’ll stay in organised underground fighting I think Steve’ Debbie said, mulling it over in her mind a little. ‘Some girls just aren’t cut out for too much in the way of rules catfighting. I think Nicole might be one of those.’

‘Makes sense. She’s a bit like Sammy in that respect I suppose. Prefers to fight without too much restriction?’ I asked.

‘Definitely. And don’t think that bitch hasn’t crossed my mind. Nicole is like a younger version of her. Built the same. Same outlook on fighting. It would almost be a waste not to have them go at it you know’ she told me, the excitement in her voice clear at the prospect.

Elsewhere in town in a busy bar, there was a curvaceous brunette eyeing up an equally curvaceous copper blonde with thinly veiled interest across a packed room. An interest that to anyone in the know very much would have said ‘I want to fight you, bitch’.

That copper blonde felt the gaze on her from the curly haired brunette, casting her own gaze around the room until she found the eyes that were focussed on her. Instinct had told her it was happening, and quickly she locked eyes with the brunette. Sure, their hair styles were different, facially they differed too, but their bodies and attitude could have been a mirror image of each other. Satisfied that her attentions had been noted, the brunette rose from her chair, and walked slowly in the direction of the copper blonde, who in turn rose to meet her. Already both knew that they would fight, here, tonight, despite the fact that they knew nothing more about each other. They met midway between their two tables, face to face for the first time, and that just reinforced the view that these were two women made for each other as each was able to gaze straight into the other’s eyes without either needing to stretch at all.

‘So….cunt. People tell me you like to fight’ the brunette said, quite conversationally, her demeanour not showing any of the intent that was within here. She and the copper blonde both looked, to the casual observer, like two friends or at least acquaintances, having a friendly conversation.

‘Well, fuck you too’ the copper blonde responded in the same fashion. ‘Yes I do….what of it?’ she asked as she eyes the brunette who had shoulder length curled hair, cascading around her shoulders, which in turn were covered in a tight red jumper. A tight jumper that struggled gamely to control large breasts on a solid and curvaceous frame. Tight jeans clung closely to powerful legs, outlining the evident strength that lay there. She stood on a slight heel, maybe two inches at most, on her brown knee length boots. The copper blonde looked her up and down, liked what she saw; maybe this bitch would be fun, she thought to herself.

‘So do I….I can beat you…..I’m not someone who likes rules. Just a fight...unless you’re scared of course….cunt?’ she asked, now eyeing the copper blonde with a similarly predatory eye. Doing so made her realise that the copper blonde was every bit as well built as she was. The copper blonde hair hung straight, just about resting on her shoulders, similarly large breasts were better hidden perhaps beneath a slightly looser fitting white top, though her nipples poked at the fabric of the top just a little, suggesting excitement at the forthcoming fight, because that was surely what would happen. That loose white top just hid the outline of her hips slightly, far better than the black leather trousers hid the power in her legs. She too stood on a two inch heel on a pair of black ankle boots. The brunette liked what she saw too.

‘Cocky little girl aren’t you?’ the copper blonde replied now, evenly still, not wanting to tip off anyone to the building confrontation. ‘I deal with brats like you all the time’ she told the younger brunette, referencing that she was probably ten years younger. ‘I’ll destroy you’ she finished, stating what she felt to be obvious.

‘I’m not like the other women you fight, bitch’ the brunette replied, evenly too. ‘Not like Debbie either. You won’t bitch me like you did to her’ she told the copper blonde woman.

‘Oh really….I heard that crusty old bitch had a new kitten…..I guess that must be you then. She put you up to this?’ Sammy replied now.

‘Kitten?’ the brunette, Nicole, asked now, a little confused for the moment.

‘Not quite a big cat yet love….and not all that sharp either are you? Thick cunt….’ Sammy scoffed. ‘So…..did she put you up to this?’ she asked again.

‘She told me about your fight, but she didn’t put me up to this. I want to fight you for me...not for Debbie’ Nicole told her.

‘Fair enough….so when and where…..kitty?’ Sammy asked, poking fun at Nicole.

‘Now’ the brunette said flatly. ‘In the alley behind the bar, right now’ she told Sammy. ‘And you’ll learn this kitten has sharp claws…..cunt!’ she said.

‘You’re on…..lead the way’ Sammy said, wanting to be behind Nicole when they got outside as she slipped into step just a couple of paces behind her.

‘No you don’t bitch’ Nicole said, taking the copper blonde brawler by the hand as if they were close friends, and walking alongside her. A clever move, showing that she may have been a young fighter, but she was one who thought about what she did. ‘No sneak attacks, fight me woman to woman if you’re as good as you think you are’ she told Sammy.

‘Cat to kitten you mean’ Sammy replied, keeping up the friendly facade with a smile although both were starting to dig nails into the hands of the others as they walked. Stepping out of the bar into the cool evening air, they turned left rather than right, away from the street before rounding the corner to find themselves behind the bar. A bare concrete surface, covered in loose gravel in some places, a bare brick wall bordered it on one side, the outside of the bar they’d just left. Opposite that was a six foot high wooden fence with some reasonably tall trees behind it, and the far end of the alley ran between a couple more buildings to a tall gate. It was private enough both knew, preparing themselves mentally to fight as they waited a few moments to make sure they hadn’t been followed. There was a tension between them, thick in the air, as both remained silent, still holding the other’s hand to prevent either from jump starting things.

‘You ready….cunt?’ Nicole asked Sammy now, satisfied that they had the alley to themselves for now at least.

‘Itching to destroy you bitch. No rules. You just tell me when you’re done kitty, OK?’ she mocked.

‘Fuck off slag’ Nicole shot back, then she let go of Sammy’s hands and immediately rocked the curvaceous copper blonde with a short headbutt to the mouth. First blow to the kitten not the big cat, and she followed up with abandon, launching a stinging flurry of slaps at Sammy’s face. Sending copper blonde hair flying left and right as she crashed the slaps home. Sammy may have been reeling for the moment, but an experienced fighter, she recovered her initial composure fast, grabbing Nicole’s curls and pulling her down a little on to a couple of hard punches thrown up into her breasts. Nicole grunted as Sammy’s fist met her breasts but she too reached for, and took, a handful of that copper blonde hair in return, and ripped hard, showing the big cat that the kitten knew her stuff.

Nicole threw a couple of left handed punches to Sammy’s body now as the two remained close together, hands in hair as they started to work out their differences. That loose top possibly took just a fraction of the sting out of Nicole’s blows, but they were solid enough punches to have taken the breath out of an inexperienced woman. Sammy didn’t resemble that remark at all, though she felt the punches land, she was quick to retaliate with a knee whipped up into Nicole’s body, forcing the brunette into her first backward half step of the fight.

‘That’s right’ Sammy mocked, swinging a fist into Nicole’s ribs now. ‘Fat bitch like you can’t take it!’ she sneered, sending another shot into Nicole’s ribs again, forcing another half step back towards the wall with that strong grip of Nicole’s hair. She thought she felt an imperceptible weakening in Nicole’s body already, as she muttered ‘fat cunt’ in the brunette’s ear and swung to the ribs again. That landed, and Nicole grunted quietly, clearly feeling it, but there was no give in her this time when Sammy tried to force her back again. Instead, she found her shin raked with the heel of Nicole’s boot, painful enough even through the leather trousers she wore, before the brunette ground it into the top of Sammy’s foot. That drew a louder groan of pain from Sammy that Nicole quickly shut down with a heavy slap across the mouth, but she released the hair and Sammy got free for a moment to gather herself as she hobbled a little. Clearly this kitten knew how to play, the big cat realised.

‘Who can’t take it now slag?’ Nicole mocked Sammy before both were quickly back into it, left hand in the other’s hair, nails in the scalp even, as both flailed away with right hands to body and breasts. This was a fierce, close clinch with each leaning their bodies into the other as they flailed away, each landing with hard blows. The kind of blows again that some would have shrunk from, but here a blow taken simply spurred the other on to deliver their own it seemed. Inevitably the action got louder, the pain each felt bringing more heartfelt cries of pain with it; the kind of noise that might travel through the still night air to prying ears. Neither concerned themselves with that, and when Nicole delivered a knee lift to Sammy’s body, the loud ‘oooofffff!’ she drew took the volume up a degree more, something reciprocated when Sammy went low with a punch to the crotch in return, forcing Nicole back into the wooden fence with something of a crash.

Again each was into the hair quickly, both trying to force the other’s head back that way while more punches went into the body. Sammy broke off to crack a slap across Nicole’s mouth, the brunette hissed ‘bitch!’ at her before replying in kind with a slap of her own now. She upped the ante on the return swing, cracking a backhand across the face now, leading Sammy to call her a ‘cunt’ in return, before starting to work away with punches to the body again. Nicole did the same too, the pace of the fight incessant now, an urgency in both women to hurt the other building it seemed to a crescendo in this secluded back alley. Sammy felt the slowing in the rate of Nicole’s punching now again, wondering was she starting to tire perhaps. As she redoubled her own efforts, she asked ‘is the fat kitty getting tired?’ though, she was surprised to find she was almost thrown as Nicole took something of a bearhug and used it to slam her back into the fence now. That was another loud crash, and both women in their right minds might have started to wonder how much more it would take before their secret and brutal liaison in this alleyway would become less secret.

As it was, the red mist of fury stopped either from giving it even a moments thought and the action continued quickly with Nicole making the mistake of maintaining her bear hug for a split second too long. What had given her a potential edge now put her at a brief disadvantage as Sammy pulled on her red jumper, exposing an area of shoulder where the strap of her bra might have been, at least if she had been wearing one. With a sadistic smirk then, Sammy dipped her head and sunk her teeth into the bare flesh, bringing a blood curdling scream from Nicole. Although she was bellowing ‘AAAGGHHH!’ at the top of her voice, Nicole was also sawing away with punches to Sammy’s body again in return, delivering three before Sammy’s bite was broken so she could suck in air to compensate for the breathtaking punches she was taking. Then she too started to hammer away to Nicole’s body once more, still no obvious indications as to which fighter was in the ascendancy as two bouncers from the bar rounded the corner to investigate just what the noise had been. Nicole and Sammy were both oblivious to their presence. Oblivious to their first request to ‘pack it in your pair of wildcats!’ as well, such was their intent on pummelling the other.

In the end, both were still flailing away when a set of strong arms closed around Nicole’s body and physically lifted her away, still kicking and flailing for a moment while the other bouncer stepped in front of Sammy, forming a physical barrier between the two and effectively stopping their fight…..for now at least.

Still the hostility hung in the air between them in that alleyway with Sammy yelling ‘I fucking hate you cunt! I’ll destroy you!’ at Nicole.

‘Fat slag! You’re mine next time I see you!’ Nicole shot back furiously, still struggling against the grip of the bouncer.

‘You’ll get it next time bitch!’ Sammy responded. ‘Keep eyes in the back of your head until then….’ she warned.

‘Just your style, cunt!’ Nicole laughed at her now. ‘Jump someone from behind!’ she clarified as the bouncer started to pull her away from the confrontation now. The other bouncer remained in place, keeping Sammy against the fence, preventing any chance of a spark reigniting the furious inferno of anger between the two.

‘Tell that old witch Debbie to call Martine you stupid cunt’ Sammy spat at the brunette as she was dragged away. ‘She’ll set us up properly this time!’ she told her new rival.

‘Count on it’ Nicole yelled back before calm was finally restored to the alleyway.

Back across town, Debbie was just finishing off telling me ‘I think I might teach Nicole some wrestling still. Just the real basics that she might be able to use in the course of an underground fight to her advantage’, before her phone rang with an incoming call. ‘Talk of the devil…’ she said, picking her phone up. ‘It’s Nicole. Wonder what she wants….’