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Belle Of The Brawl

By Wolfboy

Toni looks to cash in on the effect of her attack on Sara and claim the Southern Belles title

The attack by Toni, and her associates Paislee and Annabelle, along with the briefest of alliances with Anna Jay, had put Sara in a world of pain. It had also given her a problem; Toni was her number one contender, and there was no way that she could avoid defending her title against the tough Texan in the following few weeks. Southern Belles rues dictated that a champion must be available to defend her title every 3 months at a minimum. Failure to do so would see the number one contender at the time automatically crowned as the new champion regardless of the circumstances behind the delay in defending the title. While there was no way Sara was going to allow that, general consensus said that she was still hurt from the unusual and vicious mid-match ambush and mauling Toni had orchestrated. Could she find a way to hold off the strong challenge presented by Toni? Was she in fact playing Toni a little with the rumours of injured ribs from the attack even? It would all unfold in the ring, but it was a ring with a difference. The Southern Belles organisation often liked to hold their big title fights on the private Gulf Coast beach, and this fight would be no exception. Toni had insisted that there should be a ring though, Sara had shrugged her shoulders at the request, evidently unconcerned by it. So, ring posts had been anchored in the sand, ring ropes and turnbuckle pads attached to them, but there was no ring canvas, just the soft, but surprisingly unforgiving white sand of the beach beneath the feet of the two fighters.

No seconds would be allowed or needed in a match agreed to be a no holds barred, submit the match, beach catfight. When the action began, the fight would rage on with the incessant fervour of the tide that rolled in and out on that beach, until one woman decided that she didn’t want to go on. Only a verbal concession of that fact would end the action, nothing else. Some observers thought that might play into Sara’s hands, with long smothers a speciality of hers, making it difficult for Toni to voice that she gave up, even if she wanted to. The truth was that this was a fight between two women very capable of hurting each other; two women who almost certainly relished that thought.

It was against that backdrop that the little blonde Annabelle, fresh off her debut win, led the number one contender Toni to the beach ring. Annabelle would have to head back behind the ropes with the other spectators where Toni’s ‘enforcer’ Paislee already waited, but she relished the spotlight, looking stunning in her white beach dress as she held the ropes open for Toni to slip through. A quick good luck hug passed between the two now, Annabelle standing on the bottom ring rope so she could reach to hug Toni over the top ring rope, and then the blonde headed back towards the outside of the beach fight area to stand with Paislee. Where Annabelle had looked happy, very much embracing the beach location in her white dress, Toni was a contrast with an expression that suggested she would be all business here tonight. She was dressed in black, a thong backed one piece swimsuit that from behind was cut to look almost completely backless with it’s halter neck fastening hidden by Toni’s hair, and she wore a pair of footless shimmering tights. The look may have been that of a pro wrestler, but everything else about Toni showed a woman here for a fight. Her nails were black and long, makeup dark to match her expression as she paced anxiously beneath the sun on the Gulf Coast beach.

Her opponent, the Southern Belles champion Sara, was hardly any sunnier in her disposition as she made her way to the ring now, cutting through the crowd and making a beeline for the sandy ring. She was attired in a brighter outfit, a simple scarlet string bikini that battled gamely to contain her impressive breasts as she headed across the small area of sand between the crowd and the ring ropes. She stopped though, a couple of paces short of the ring; the whole of the beach was in bounds for the fight, including the sea, just as it had been when she’d fought Emma there years before. Toni may have wanted a ring, sensing it to be to her advantage; with the beach completely in bounds though, Sara knew she was under no obligation to enter the ring under her own steam. Instead she stood on the outside, scarlet painted toes in the soft white sand, tossed her long strawberry blonde hair, and waited for the announcer to set the scene for the fight.

As the two competitors stared at each other from opposite sides of the ring ropes, the announcer began. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this contest is a no holds barred, submit the match, beach brawl for the Southern Belles championship. There is no time limit and the fight only ends with a verbal concession of the match from either fighter. The whole beach area, including the sea, is in bounds for fighting. First of all, our challenger this afternoon, she is the number one contender for the Southern Belles title. She is 47 years old, 5 feet 5 inches tall, 153lbs and measures 36C-30-38 with a catfight record of 38 wins and 9 losses, this is Toni!’ he said, Toni not bothering to acknowledge a largely lukewarm reception from the crowd who made it pretty clear, despite Paislee and Annabelle’s whooping and hollering, that their favourite was the scarlet clad champion. The announcer moves on to the champion as well now, continuing smoothly ‘and her opponent if the current Hong Kong Syndicate Champion and your reigning Southern Belles champion! She is 37 years old, 5 feet 9 inches tall, 165lbs, 38DD-29-40 with a catfight record of 46 wins and 14 losses, this is SARA!’ he said, more enthusiasm in his voice reflected by the loud cheers for the champion from the crowd.

Toni smiled to herself hearing that. If she was cast as the bad girl by the Southern Belles crowd, well that was just fine; she was a woman who had thrived in the role of bad girl in the past. She eyed Sara carefully, looking for any hint of weakness, and sign of the injuries she must have sustained at their hands. The strawberry blonde looked to be hiding it well if she was still troubled Toni thought to herself. She knew Sara was tough; a worthy adversary that she had some respect for, but she was also a piece to be taken off the table in her quest to goad Emma into another fight with her.

From the outside, Sara looked at Toni, and saw a woman that she didn’t like, but equally one she had to respect for her tough and often devious nature. She also saw a bitch she wanted to beat badly, and she would do it on her own terms, not moving towards the ring as the bell sounded. Instead, she remained on the outside, two metres from the ropes, staring impassively at Toni, challenging her silently to step foot out of the ring to fight. Toni shrugged, wondering if Sara’s reticence to enter the ring told her anything, before she exited the ring through the ropes on the opposite side of the ring to where the strawberry blonde stood. She wasn’t going to allow a cunning fighter like Sara a cheap shot while she was still tangled up in the ropes. She walked slowly round the ring, moving inexorably towards a showdown that would spark into life the second the two were in range of each other. Act one of the drama unfolded quickly now, giving the crowd a thrilling war on the shore that they would never forget.

For all of Sara’s impassive lack of movement, she struck first, measuring the distance, timing it perfectly to slap Toni, not across the cheek, but right across the nose as soon as the brunette was in range. Toni walked through it, taking the stinging slap and the surprise in her stride, and fired back to slap Sara’s face in return, and now both women were in range of the other’s hair, an opening neither would refuse as they wrapped their left hands deep in the other’s hair. Then the slaps rained in from both, Sara landing first with a venomous slap to the cheek that was immediately reciprocated with equal venom by Toni. Sometimes, the first two solid blows might lead to a brief evaluation by both fighters. Not this afternoon though. Sara called Toni a ‘cheating cunt’ and opened up a salvo of slaps that would have seen most women falter under the onslaught. Toni took them, called Sara a ‘weak fucking bitch!’ in return, and then fired back with a similar salvo, the sounds of palm on cheek clear to hear for all on that secluded beach.

Now both used the hair for a moment, trying to force the other around the beach a little by it, Toni trying to bring Sara towards the ring, Sara trying to increase the distance away from it. In truth then the action stayed more or less rooted to the spot as Toni broke from the double handed hair pull to snap a short slap across Sara’s face. The strawberry blonde took it, and shot one of her own back, this time into the breasts of the tough Texan to test her. The the kicks started, to the lower legs at first, then the thighs, as the opening minute passed by in a blur of fighting activity. Toni whipped a hard slap into Sara’s body now, targeting the ribs that she thought must still be troubling the champion, wondering if she saw the most fleeting recognition in Sara’s eyes as the blow landed. The thought had barely had chance to register though when Sara quickly shot back, chopping her to her knees with a right hand to the jaw, and it was the blonde who gained the advantage. She also didn’t want a long fight here if she could help it, going after Toni with gusto as a knee driven between her breasts bowled Toni to her back in the sand. Sara’s face was set in an expression of grim determination as she crashed her foot down into Toni’s belly down in the sand, drawing a loud groan from the Texan as the wind was crushed out of her body. Toni sat up a little, involuntarily at that move, and Sara stepped in to crash one of her thick thighs into the brunette’s face to flatten her once more.

Straight away Sara was in the brunette locks of the challenger, a grip close to the scalp for maximum effect as she started to drag the protesting Texan through the sand in the general direction of the sea. Toni resisted quickly, heels dragging in the soft sand of the beach to stop herself, at least until Sara kicked her in the side, and continued to drag her away from the ring. A second time Toni stopped her progress in the same way, and paid the price in the same way too as Sara quickly stopped her defiance and carried on with her progress. Toni screeched loudly, feeling the strain on her hair as Sara used it alone to force her further down the beach towards the shoreline, knowing that she was losing strands of it with each pull. She had a plan though when she reached the firmer sand where the sea had only recently receded. Again she stopped Sara’s progress, but this time by tangling her legs around the blonde’s to send her sprawling to a heavy landing chest first on the beach. Toni narrowly avoided Sara’s foot flailed back at her chest, then lunged for the blonde’s legs, trying for a painful ankle lock that succeeded for the briefest of moments before Sara slammed her other foot back into Toni’s breasts to knock her away. Toni rolled, trying to get to her feet, but only made it to a perfect height for Sara to dim her lights with a thick thigh to the face once more, and the champion continued to dominate the early going on the beach.

Now Sara went back to the hair to hastily pull Toni up, and with the challenger seemingly in a bit of a daze, she muscled her the last few feet to the edge of the sea where she rolled Toni over her hip to send her to a landing in three inches of sea water. It was summer, it was hot, but nevertheless, the landing in the comparatively cool sea water drew a cry of surprise from the brunette, and Sara looked well on top. She went straight for a big splash now across Toni’s body though, and found that the cold sea water had taken an effect on Toni, snapping her senses back to laser focus, and she raised her knees to catch the diving strawberry blonde. ‘AAANNNGGHHHHH!’ Sara moaned loudly as she was rolled off Toni’s legs into the sea water herself, and Toni smiled, knowing that the truth had been exposed now; Sara was still hurt, and now Toni’s knees has set that pain off again. The Texan rolled neatly now so that she straddled Sara, her legs fighting for control with a grapevine that was little more than a distraction to keep the blonde off guard. For a second as she looked down on her, Toni did contemplate simply pushing her face into the water, knowing that she’d probably force a win that way, but that was far too simple. This was all about sending a message she reminded herself. Setting out just how she would deal with anyone in her path, Instead, as Sara covered her body for now, arms forming a defensive shell, Toni slapped at her face; slow and methodical but each one a heavy blow. She knew the strawberry blonde was tough, but she could only take so many undefended shots before those arms would rise further in defence. As they did, of course she made Sara pay heavily, knuckles meeting her rib cage with venom to draw an unguarded cry of pain from the champion whose arms quickly came back down to defend her injured body.

‘Why don’t you just give in bitch? Save yourself the pain!’ Toni mocked from her position of strength.

‘Fuck off’ Sara shot back in reply, starting once more to eat those stinging slaps to the face as soon as she voiced her defiance. Toni was patient in her attacks for now, focussed on maximum effect for minimum effort as she started to try to break the strawberry blonde champion down. The first layer of veneer had already been removed from the champion’s aura though as the process played out again, her arms rising in defence there in the surf as she tired of getting slapped in the face. Toni ploughed two punches in to her body this time, another loud groan of pain escaping Sara’s lips as she there was now longer any doubt she wasn’t in top physical shape. The question instead was two fold; how badly was she hurt, and just how much would Toni target it?

The answer to the latter question was most likely whenever she felt she needed an equaliser, as Toni, still straddling Sara’s belly just now hooked her nails into the top of both breasts, above Sara’s defensively crossed arms, and started to maul her, largely ineffectively for now it seemed. Sara found the strength to try and bridge, though Toni rose that simply enough, slapped her face hard again, and then went back to nails in her breasts once more. Toni looked down on Sara, malice in her eyes, seeing the determination and hatred in the eyes that looked back at her, and realised it was going to take a lot more to break the champion than just a bit of tit mauling in the breaking surf. She raised her body a matter of inches off Sara and then dropped back down, winding her, before she went to the hair with her right hand, kept her left in Sara’s breast, and started to get up, forcing the strawberry blonde champion to follow her. As soon as she got Sara up, she ran her a few feet up the beach to the apparently softer sand, and then lifted her to deliver a body slam that drew a loud and long moan of pain from Sara. The impact of the slam was two fold; it was clearly painful as Sara rolled into an almost foetal position, but with the champions body also wet from her trip to the sea, it also saw a lot of her body coated in the fine white sand. That was not to be underestimated as a potential method of bringing pain as Toni simply rubbed her hand through the sand on Sara’s back roughly, using it to scrape across Sara’s skin as she looked for, and found, the knot to untie that scarlet bikini top. Then she used a foot to push Sara back into the sand chest first, just to make sure her impressive breasts got a coating of sand too.

There was a cockiness about Toni now, standing over Sara and calling out to the crowd ‘look at your precious champion….she’s fucked already!’ as she motioned at the blonde lying face down in the sand. Then she screeched in shock as she leaned over Sara to pull her up by the hair and she took a handful of sand thrown straight in her face.

‘My fucking eyes!’ the challenger howled. ‘You bitch!’ she protested loudly before getting cut down with an uppercut straight to the crotch that dropped her to her knees in the sand, clutching between her legs. An opening for Sara who got to her knees, and grabbed for Toni’s hair, pulling her forward on to an uppercut to the face. It may not have been the hardest of punches as it travelled a short distance to land, but it was effective enough to stun the brunette as she was pulled into a choking front headlock by Sara. The blonde quickly lay out to her full length, forcing Toni’s face into the soft sand with her hold, and she started to grind away, looking to tighten her restrictive grip on the brunette. Toni too was getting coated in sand, but in her case, the sand was for now sticking mostly to her wet black swimsuit and tights. She had a more immediate concern; she was getting choked and Sara was getting to rest and recover as she controlled the action. Toni reached with her fingers, trying to find a target; first grabbing some strawberry blonde hair, then digging her nails into the back of Sara’s neck, trying to force her way free but Sara gritted her teeth and tried to keep control as she slowly brought Toni up to her feet. Sara clubbed a heavy forearm across Toni’s shoulders, dropping the Texan back to her knees in the sand. Confidence growing, the strawberry blonde Southern Belle went back to a double handful of hair. Slowly, she started to force Toni up again, only to be caught out as Toni lunged to catch her with a heavy shot to the side once more, and Sara dropped to her knees too, crying out in pain.

The Texan brunette rarely needed a second invitation to attack, and she did so in the most basic of ways, raking the screeching blonde’s eyes before delivering a straightforward headbutt to the face. That knocked Sara to her back and after a brief rub of her own forehead, Toni was on her, drawing the blonde back up towards a seated position before using a low drop kick to the breasts to flatten Sara in the sand once again, There was a glint in the eyes of the brunette; did she suddenly see the chance of a submission as she grabbed Sara’s ankles, flipped her to her belly and sat back into the Boston Crab?

There was no doubt it was a potentially effective hold anyway as Sara cried out ‘AAAGGHHH…..FUCKING HELL…...OOOWWW!’ as she felt the torque on the hold. Then Toni started to use it for walking the champion back towards the ring she’d been so determined to not enter at the start of the fight. It proved highly effective too, because the pain in Sara’s side, intensified by the move, made it almost impossible for the blonde to resist Toni at this point. Finally, nearing the ring ropes on the outside, Toni dropped Sara’s left leg to the sand, taking the single leg crab on the right to really punish her for a moment as she held on to the middle ring rope to allow her to really sit back into the hold. ‘AAAAGGGGHHHH! AAAIIIEEEEE!’ Sara yelled out in anguish, the single leg crab really targeting her injured ribs now as Toni told her’ just submit you stupid bitch!’

‘Fuck you!’ Sara spat back through gritted teeth, causing Toni to shrug, drop her other leg and stomp hard on Sara’s lower back. Then, taking one handful of hair, she went between top and middle ropes to enter the sand ring herself, forcing Sara to follow her whether she liked it or not. As Sara straddled the middle rope, Toni turned and kicked it, making the heavy ring rope shoot up and catch the champion in the crotch, ensuring that one more pull on the hair was enough to send her sprawling into the sand inside the ropes. Now Toni had the match right where she wanted it; as Sara crawled towards her on all fours, did she also have the champion right where she wanted her too? It definitely looked that way as she took a run at her, looking for all the world like she might deliver a punt to the ribs, but at the last second, she put the brakes on and used the flat of her foot against he side of Sara’s face to disdainfully push her to her side on the sandy surface. It was a short lived escape for the strawberry blonde though as Sara delivered an elbow drop to the side now, bringing another loud cry of pain from the beleaguered champion. There was little wasted effort from the challenger just at the moment either as a handful of hair forced Sara out of the sand, before a hand between her legs to lift and slam her put Sara back down with interest. As the big crowd looked on, a bit of a hush starting to fall generally, the cheers of Annabelle and Paislee were like music to Toni’s ears. She was confident that she had Sara where she wanted her, highlighted as Sara pitched another handful of sand at Toni’s face as she tried to start to pull her up. ‘No you fucking don’t cunt!’ Toni admonished, her eyes closed against the attempt this time, before she drove her thigh into Sara’s face, and put her flat on her back in the centre of that sandy ring again.

Sara had given it her best shot and failed to slow Toni up as the Texan quickly peeled her up and led her to the corner to introduce Sara’s face to the top turnbuckle before allowing the blonde to fall back to the sand. The brunette brawler paid her now attention for the moment now, instead turning so that she might remove the pad from the top turnbuckle in the corner. She threw it from the ring, pulled Sara up by the hair, and the went back to the corner, looking it seemed to slam her face into the now unprotected buckle. That might well have been lights out for Sara had it happened, but she blocked with her hands braced on the top rope, then before Toni could react, flung an elbow back to catch her in the breasts to knock her back. With a little bit of space to manoeuvre, Sara was able to turn in the corner and catch Toni as she came back in with a kick to the body, then a running clothesline out of the corner to knock her down, and the momentum looked to have swung as Sara dropped into a cross pin and found herself thwarted slightly by Toni’s more conservative attire as she looked for a crotch attack on the brunette. Instead, she slammed two punches home to Toni’s body, then shifted position to look for a reverse face sit.

The Texan defended desperately now, suddenly aware her position of strength had become one of some vulnerability, both of her arms locking around Sara’s right thigh to stop her from completing the face sit. Anchored in place though she was, Sara was partly on top of Toni whose face was turned to the side, cautious of avoiding a smothering face pin. As a result, she only felt the strawberry blonde picking at her suit to start with, trying to ease it down. The shoulder straps, coupled with Toni’s arms locked around her thigh made that an impossible proposition for now, but she quickly improvised, hand inside the suit as her sandy fingers and sharp nails roughly mauled the Texan who tried to remain impassive, only for her expression to just betray her pain a little. ‘Little cunt!’ Sara spat at the brunette, ‘not so fucking cocky now are you?’ she observed, slamming an elbow into Toni’s side to make her moan in pain. Again she tried for Toni’s shoulder straps, looking to pull them down to expose her breasts to attack more easily; once again she was thwarted, but hammered some more blows into the tough Texan’s body. Sara was frustrated though as well by her opponent’s attire, questioning ‘who the fuck comes to the beach dressed like this!?’ as she resorted to simply trying to tear the front of the swimsuit apart. There she was thwarted once more, and totally intent on trying to rip at the stretchy fabric, she was caught out by her wily opponent. A sudden bridge from Toni caused Sara to pitch forward slightly, telling Toni ‘no you don’t bitch!’ as she braced herself to stop from falling off the Texan brunette completely.

The problem for Sara was that as she pitched forward, she came into range of Toni’s feet and the brunette swung one up to catch Sara right in the mouth, stunning her as it knocked her off into the sand. Toni took a moment to gather herself and was delighted to note Sara had fallen into a position where her ribs were exposed again; she lashed out her foot viciously, slamming it into Sara’s body. As the strawberry blonde moaned loudly in pain from that, breathing heavily down in the sand, a look of serene confidence crossed Toni’s face. She was sure she’d finally ridden out everything that the Southern Belles champion had to offer. The brunette leaned over Sara, casually untying the side ties of her scarlet bikini bottoms now, knowing it would fall away to leave Sara naked as she forced her up by two rough handfuls of her strawberry blonde hair. Sara came up to her feet slowly and painfully as her bikini refused to defy gravity and fell into the sand while Toni walked her slowly to the corner. Positioning Sara with her back to the turnbuckles, the Texan lashed a stinging chop across her bare breasts. Sara cried out from that impact, and Toni repeated it again, and again, and again, four rapid chops slashing across the sensitive breasts of the champion who tried desperately to cover herself. Toni allowed it for the moment, only to whip a cruel right hand into those painful ribs of the champion.

Sara’s legs betrayed her for a moment, forcing her to grab hold of the top rope before Toni slashed another chop across her breasts to knock her back upright against the turnbuckle. The Texan was all action now, none of it wasted, as she raked Sara’s eyes harshly. Then she spat on both of her own hands and rubbed them through the soft white sand, knowing that Sara, unsighted as she was, had no clue just what was coming next. That changed quickly enough as she felt those hands, coarsely coated in the sand all over her sensitive breasts, practically molesting her as Toni ripped after breasts. ‘I’ll tear your fat tits up, cunt!’ Toni sneered at Sara, adding ‘unless you give up now!’

Grim faced, Sara replied to her ‘fuck off bitch!’ as she was forced to grit her teeth against a mauling that must have felt more like being sand papered now. ‘My fucking tits!’ she moaned, not wanting to give in but unable to totally ignore the pain again before Toni rocked her with a headbutt to the mouth, sending her back against the corner turnbuckles. It was the blow that Toni thought sure to have broken Sara’s spirit, and she climbed up on her thighs in the corner, grabbed the back of her head, and elegantly monkey flipped the naked blonde out towards the centre of the sand ring. It may have been elegant for Toni, but it was anything but that for Sara who wheeled through the air to an untidy, heavy landing that looked sure to have knocked the stuffing out of her now. She lay at the centre of the ring, groaning in pain, trying desperately to find a way of getting back into the fight, almost willing herself into action.

Toni got up quickly, but then sauntered out to centre ring, toes kicking the sand up slightly as she walked. Her fingers hooked under the shoulder straps of her own swimsuit now as she mocked ‘too bad you couldn’t get this off me, bitch!’. And then she eased the top of her swimsuit down to reveal her own breasts before she slammed a sandy foot down on Sara’s right breast to hurt her once again. Toni eyed the uncovered turnbuckle in the corner of the ring before she slowly forced Sara up again to her feet. She wasn’t going to whip Sara into the steel turnbuckle though, not wanting to risk the possibility of getting reversed into something that could be a game changer. Instead, she waist-locked the strawberry blonde, almost as if to atomic drop her, but then she simply lifted and ran Sara back the few paces to the unforgiving collision.

Sara sagged limply against the steel turnbuckle now, taken out almost totally by the cruel attack, but she still hadn’t submitted the match to Toni, something the topless brunette hastily set about correcting now. She dragged Sara from the corner, left hand tightly wrapped up in her thick, long strawberry blonde hair to make sure she stayed upright and headbutted her in the mouth again. The Southern Belles champion’s legs looked to be on shaky ground, just like her title reign at this point, as Toni smiled thinly at the way the latest headbutt had split the lip of the blonde, leaving a slow trickle of blood coming from the corner of her mouth. She was held upright though by the hair as Toni disdainfully slapped her face, then scooped her up, a hand between her legs, before delivering an across the knee back breaker. The pain was obviously intense for Sara who let out a cry of pain as desperate as it was loud as it rang across the beach. She was surely done for as Toni pushed her off her knee to the soft sand, another heavy landing for the blonde when she really didn’t need any more!

Toni knew Sara was done now, and took a moment to address the crowd, knowing her words would reach further than just those gathered on the beach.

‘This is what happens when you’re in my way’ she told those on the beach watching, her voice quiet, but full of conviction. ‘You get squashed’ she smiled. ‘You get fucking stepped on!’ she continued, actually stepping on Sara to walk over her, drawing another cry of pain. ‘You know who you are’ she told the crowd now, but her address was clearly for a wider audience. ‘You have a title, and in a moment, I’ll have one by beating the same bitch. Either show that you’re a big girl and come and fight me, or I’ll carry on going through those that are close to you until you have no choice…’ she said, the address hanging in the air, as she turned her attention back to Sara.

‘I don’t suppose you want to give up?’ she asked the strawberry blonde who was still prone, on her belly in the sand. Toni didn’t wait for the cursory reply of ‘FUCK OFF!’ to come back from Sara, dropping on top of her with an elbow around the back of the head to subdue her again. She was basically in the position she needed, shifting her body mere inches so that she straddled Sara’s back. Then one by one, slowly and deliberately, Toni pulled Sara’s arms so that they were stretched across her knees. The blonde’s head hung low still, strawberry blonde hair touching the sand as it cascaded around her head. Then Toni pulled her head up by the hair, settling for a good right hand full of it to secure the camel clutch. Her left hand quickly reached around too, fingers sinking deep into sensitive and already mauled breast flesh to put the hurt on Sara who let out a loud cry of pain from the combined attacks.

The pressure on her ribs, via the stretching effects of the hold was almost unbearable. And then it got that little bit worse for her as Toni pushed up onto her toes, while pulling back on the hair that little bit more, forcing Sara’s back to arch painfully. Toni’s thumb nail started to cut into her nipple as well, the combined effects making her cry out ‘AIIIEEEE!’ as the pain threatened to overwhelm her. Only now, at that point, did Toni raise the question again; ‘how about now? Do you submit this fucking match?’

‘AAAGGHHH….OWWWWW…..I…’ Sara whined loudly, then her eyes screwed shut in pain again as the brunette ramped up the pressure some more and asked ‘you were saying bitch?’

‘OWWWWWW…..I SUBMIT!’ Sara said forlornly, the dejection clear in her voice.

‘Submit what bitch?’ Toni asked her harshly.

‘I SUBMIT…..I SUBMIT THE MATCH!’ Sara gasped, pain wracking her body as she did so. The fight was over with the referee asking Toni to break the hold. She did so with glee, letting Sara fall face down in the sand of the gulf coast beach, her dominant victory complete as Annabelle ducked under the spectators rope and rushed to the ring to raise her hand in victory.

Confident to the point of being cocky, Toni smiled now as she gave the crowd the benefit of her wisdom as they reluctantly applauded her victory. ‘I don’t care who tries me next’ Toni told them, ‘they’ll go the same way as this bitch. Just like Emma will when she stops avoiding me. Your Southern Belles champion will soon be your World Champion, and I’ll destroy anyone who crosses my path in the mean time!’ she said, before leaving the ring and heading off to celebrate her win with Annabelle and Paislee...