A scouting mission
By Wolfboy

I get sent to keep tabs on Sara in her latest title defence

In the aftermath of Emma’s victory over Sara in their second match, Emma and I had talked about the possibility of Sara demanding a rematch. We both felt it was highly likely; there didn’t seem to be any way that she would be happy with the way that second match had ended in defeat for her despite the way that she had dominated for the majority of the fight. Given the likelihood of another match, I made it my job to find out as much as I could about Sara as a fighter. Up to now, she seemed to have been one step ahead of Emma for much of the time; maybe some careful scouting of her matches could help to redress that balance a little.
I didn’t have to wait all that long for a first opportunity to watch the impressive American in action. She was still the title holder for the Southern Belles catfight organisation, and 6 weeks after that battle in the forest with Emma, she was scheduled to defend that title in a match to which I was able to secure an invite through Sara’s new manager, Danny . The match was to take place in Augusta, Georgia in a private gym owned by the Southern Belles organisation and would be held on wrestling mats surrounded closely by the crowd who would be sat right up to the edge of the mats creating quite a tight area for the fight.
Sara’s opponent for the fight was a girl called Heather. The two had met once before in one of Sara’s earlier title defences, and the fact that Sara had won that match fairly comfortably in the end had most people marking her down as the favourite for this defence as well. Heather had been on a good run since then though, and in fact, the loss to Sara was the only blemish on an otherwise faultless record of 12 wins and 1 defeat. They seemed to be well matched as well, both powerful, busty women who loved to fight; both were adept with the smothers as well. It promised to be an interesting match in my opinion, particularly coming so soon after Sara’s match with Emma.
Taking my seat in the gym amongst the crowd of around 200 invited guests, I was able to catch the last couple of minutes of the supporting bout that had been put on. In that, an impressive looking fitness model called Arianne was putting quite the beating on a bigger brunette. Apparently it was Arianne’s first match, but the way she strung together move after move to send the 10 fight veteran brunette to defeat suggested to me that she knew her way around a fight pretty well. The fight ended with the fitness model using her apparently rock hard breasts to first knock the brunette senseless then smother her to defeat. Apparently these southern girls loved to smother....
With that match underway, there was a distinct buzz among the crowd as they awaited the title match. After a couple of minutes, Heather was the first fighter to appear on the mats. Making her way through the crowd, at first glance, the black haired woman looked to be very evenly matched to Sara. I caught a glimpse of a tattoo on her right shoulder as she turned to acknowledge the crowd as she stepped on to the mats. Heather wore a simple outfit for the fight; tiny black hotpants that clung to her hips, a red satin bra covered by a torn, white crop top. She was curvy, but solidly built and I could see that the red bra was already straining to contain her impressive breasts.
Heather was quickly joined on the mats by Sara who was wearing her Southern Belles title crown on her head as she walked on to the mats. The blonde haired wildcat was dressed similarly to her opponent for this match; a pair of black lycra shorts clung to her hips and thighs while her dangerous breasts were currently covered by a yellow lycra sports bra. Sara looked confident as she handed her crown to the referee while the two women were joined on the mat by an announcer who began to introduce the two women to the assembled crowd.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this contest is to decide the Southern Belles catfight championship. It is set for one submission or a knockout and it is no time limit with no breaks. No holds are barred and the loser will surrender their outfit to the winner before they leave the mats’ he began. ‘Let me introduce the two fighters now; first of all, the challenger on my left is the number one contender Heather. She is 28 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighs 155lbs. Her measurements are 38DD-27-38 and she comes to this match with a record of 12 wins with just 1 defeat.’ The crowd politely applauded the black haired challenger as the announcer continued ‘and her opponent is the Southern Belles champion, Sara. She is 5 feet 9 inches tall, weighs 161lbs and measures 38DD-26-38 and her record is 24 wins with 7 defeats.’
The announcer stepped off the mats, and the anticipation of the crowd seemed to step up a notch before the referee announced ‘fight!’ and the two women looked to rush each other. That ended in a solid collision of 2 well built, sexy women in the centre of the mats, and as both crashed to the ground, it was Sara who came up on top a solid two handed grip of her opponent’s long hair as she tore away at it causing Heather to grimace in pain early in the fight. Sara got to her feet, both hands still wrapped tightly in Heather’s hair as she stood over the back of her now kneeling opponent. A slap round into the side of Heather’s face drew a response with an elbow aimed at Sara’s ribs which caught her a glancing blow, but Sara took that well enough and pulled hard on the hair again causing Heather to move both of her hands on to Sara’s looking to alleviate the painful hair pulling attack.
Sara took the opportunity to pull Heather to her feet, firing a nasty forearm across her lower back before hurling the challenger across the mats by her long black hair. Heather landed hard, rolling to a painful stop at the feet of the crowd as Sara stalked after her, once again getting a good grip of the black hair as she pulled Heather back upright once again. Smiling at the crowd, she fired a hard uppercut into Heather’s belly before once again hurling her across the mat by the hair. A couple of minutes into the match, and so far it was fair to say that things seemed to have gone well for the champion who already had her challenger at her feet on the mats as she confidently made her way over to her. Sara dived in with an elbow drop to Heather’s heaving breasts, and then she looked to move into a pinning position sitting on Heather’s chest.
She was halfway to that pin as she forced the challenger’s arms to the mat above her head, and I fancied that my trip was looking like being somewhat wasted as Sara moved her left leg forward so that she was half sitting on Heather’s chest. Heather had a little more in her than that though, and she moved quickly to scissor Sara’s right leg between her own powerful thighs, and the two women were trapped in something of a stalemate position. Sara had Heather half pinned and her hands tied up above her head; Heather had trapped Sara’s right leg and put the blonde champion in a painful position of her own as she was almost trapped in the splits on top of the challenger. It was there that Sara made her first error of the fight; instead of keeping Heather’s hands both pinned, she released her left hand to slap the black haired woman hard in the face. With her left hand free though, Heather was able to find a target of her own, her knuckles connecting with Sara’s stomach twice. Realising her error, Sara tried to tie up Heather’s hand again, but the challenger was quick to capitalise, slamming another punch into Sara’s stomach, one into her right breast, and then she slammed one right into the front of Sara’s hotpants. That last one had the champion in some trouble as she exclaimed ‘Fuck!’ and clearly in pain; she was unable to prevent herself from being rolled onto her back by the resurgent challenger.
Now Sara tried to defend against Heather securing a pin on her, but she was unable to prevent the powerful woman from quickly moving up her body and pinning her hands above her head as she lay her full weight, chest to chest, on top of the champion.
‘Get her Heather; make that bitch pay!’ the lady sitting next to me in the crowd shouted out, clearly in the challenger’s camp. She turned to me and said ‘Heather’s a real nasty fighter when she gets on top like this; if she can keep her down, she will force her to submit in the end!’
‘Can she do it?’ I asked her
‘She might do’ the woman allowed ‘it’s how she’s won her last couple of matches; she pins them down and just works them over for as long as it takes normally’
The action continued, Heather moving a bit further forward to pin one of Sara’s arms, and as she looked to keep control of Sara’s other arm, she wrapped her free hand tightly in Sara’s flowing blonde hair. ‘How does that feel bitch?’ she asked as she bounced Sara’s head off the mat three times and with Sara stunned from that impact, she released Sara’s arm now, instead sinking both hands into the blonde’s hair. Instantly she pulled hard in two directions at the same time drawing a squeal of pain from the Champion as she felt the hair being ripped from her scalp by her cruel opponent. Driven by the pain, Sara looked to fire back a punch into the black haired vixens chest, but Heather took the impact and once again bounced Sara’s head off the mat before cruelly going back to the fierce hair pulling. Sara howled in protest once again leading Heather to ask her ‘submit bitch?’ ‘Never’ came Sara’s reply through gritted teeth.
‘As you wish, cunt’ Heather spat at her before switching direction with her hair pull, now using it to pull Sara’s head painfully forward. Even from my position at the edge of the mats, it was clear to see the look of pain on Sara’s face. Heather was really working her over with this hair pulling attack, and it seemed that Sara was struggling to fight out of it for now. The situation was about to get worse for the blonde champion as well. As Sara cried out once again in pain, Heather removed one of her hands from the blonde hair and quickly used it to drive a forearm into Sara’s face which drove her back to the mat hard. Heather disdainfully brushed some strands of Sara’s blonde hair from her fingers before she moved on to the next stage of her assault on the champion’s title.
Sara was still a little woozy from the forearm to the face as Heather slid down her body slightly before raking her nails down the front of Sara’s yellow bra top twice. The fabric of the bra top was no match for Heather’s apparently sharpened talons as she was able to easily rip it from the champion’s body to expose her breasts. ‘I’ll keep that for later bitch!’ Heather told Sara, taking the bra top as she tucked it into the waistband of her hot pants, and as I turned to the woman sitting next to me, I fancied that things were about to get much worse for the champion.
‘It looks like Heather has sharpened her nails’ I said to the woman ‘is that allowed in Southern Belles matches?’ I asked her.
‘Ordinarily, no she wouldn’t be’ she told me ‘I think she might have played on some overconfidence from the champion though to get it allowed’
‘Interesting’ I replied ‘I get the feeling she might pay for that now?’
‘Like you wouldn’t believe’ the woman told me ‘she’s going to make her regret that mistake’
A howl of pain from the mats confirmed that the challenger was already working on that. ‘Aaaagghh! Fucking bitch!’ Sara screamed as Heather raked her nails across both breasts, instantly bringing up some angry looking red scratches as she did so. ‘You agreed to this you stupid bitch! Heather reminded Sara as she continued with the nail rakes ‘why don’t you scratch me back?’Sara immediately tried to lock her hands on to Heather’s to stop the breast attacks, but in doing so, she left herself open to a hard slap in the face and some more fierce hair pulling from the powerful challenger. Sara found her neck twisted painfully by the intense pressure from Heather’s hair pulling attack as the dark haired fighter once again pulled Sara’s head forward before driving home another forearm across the face to put Sara back to the mat. It was an effective combination, the painful hair pull causing Sara to fight against that with her neck muscles only for the forearm shot to force her back the other way. There was no doubt that the challenger was giving a good account of herself so far; steadily wearing the tough champion down.
Sara quickly found Heather moving back up her body to take a pinning position sitting just below Sara’s DD breasts, using her strong thighs to push those breasts together before once again sinking her nails into them and twisting away, mauling the champions breasts unmercifully as she invited her to submit ‘or I’ll slice your fucking tits up slut’. Sara’s response was a spat out ‘Noooo!’ before she aimed a couple of slaps at the challengers face; those slaps found their target, but the effort of fighting against Heather’s constant attacks seemed to have taken some of the power out of Sara’s slaps, and the challenger brushed them off, continuing to maul at the champion until she quickly grabbed both of Sara’s arms, and in one motion pushed them above her head as she plunged forward to plough her breasts into the champions face. I thought that Heather was going to put a breast smother on to Sara from that position, but I think that it was just an attempt to stun her again as Heather almost immediately released Sara’s arms and moved back to her original position, sitting just below her opponents chest.
Once again, those sharp nails were into Sara’s already battered breasts, but this time, the champion looked to fight back in kind, sinking her own talons into Heather’s DD’s as well. It was a brief battle of wills, Sara trying to fight out from under the currently dominant challenger while Heather held the advantage of leverage as she continued to maintain the advantage she had built up. Sara was desperate to get away from the sharp nails of the challenger, and it looked like she might manage it as she was able to connect with a good body punch to the stomach of the challenger, another one threatened to dislodge Heather completely from the pinning position, but swinging her leg back, Heather was able to catch Sara completely unawares with a knee landing flush in her crotch, and not for the first time, the fight was momentarily taken from the champion. Heather quickly reversed her position, now sitting high on Sara’s breasts as she trapped her arms by her sides in a reverse school girl pin. On instinct, Sara swung her legs back, trying to wrap them around Heather, but the challenger had been waiting on that one, catching them as they swung up and using that position to deftly remove the champion’s hot pants with a flick of her wrist.
‘Now at least you must be used to this position bitch’ Heather spat at Sara ‘flat on your back with your clothes off? I don’t think I’m going to treat you as nicely though slut’
Sara must have known she was in trouble now, even before Heather moved back slightly to apply a reverse face sit on the blonde champion. Even from my position across the mats, the solid impact of the challengers knuckles on her body were clearly audible as Heather slowly, deliberately started to work Sara over some more with hard body punches. Quickly the challenger started to build up a rhythm with her punching, a slow one – two would land either both to the breasts or both to the stomach. After each pair of punches, she would raise her ass ever so slightly off Sara’s face to allow the champion to greedily take in a rushed breath of air before sitting right back down and repeating the process. Heather’s confidence was growing it seemed as she almost toyed with Sara, hammering away with the punches, but then allowing her to catch her breath each time. At the moment, Heather was clearly out to make this a decisive victory. Trying to break free, Sara bridged, her hips rising from the mat, but that just served to present her crotch as an ideal target for her black haired tormentor to deliver a cruel karate chop to her womanhood. That put paid to the champions attempt to bridge her way free, and then it was back to the steady rhythm of body punches, all the while maintaining the face sit to add to the punishment that she was dishing out.
That continued for a couple of minutes more, Heather only stopping once to check if Sara wanted to submit to her cruel attacks yet. The answer was still no; the champion clearly a tough woman, but even though, I couldn’t see how she could continue to take much more of this as the match passed the 15 minute mark. She had been carrying the challenger’s weight in an assortment of pins for more than 10 minutes now, all the time finding herself on the receiving end of a number of painful, expertly delivered attacks as well. Moving back down Sara’s body slightly, Heather appeared to provide the champion some slight respite as the face sit was finally finished, but Heather had cruel intentions towards another part of Sara’s body and was simply moving herself into range to clamp on an evil crotch claw that instantly drew shrill cries of pain from the champion who appeared to be on the verge of submitting. In fact, she may well have submitted had her hands not been so effectively trapped as Heather tortured her pussy for just a few seconds before releasing that hold. Then Heather moved quickly again, this time moving back to a more conventional pinning position before sliding down to pin Sara crotch to crotch. Staring straight into the champion’s eyes, Heather told her ‘I’m going to fuck you up now bitch; you’re title is going to be mine real soon.’
It was clear that the champion was struggling to think straight at this point as she offered little resistance as Heather’s legs wrapped around hers to apply a grapevine. Immediately, Heather was able to force Sara’s legs wide apart, causing her plenty of pain but also the humiliation as the crowd were treated to a clear view of her womanhood. That humiliation seemed to spark Sara back into action briefly, two punches hammering into the rib cage of her opponent, before she put all of her effort into trying to roll the challenger off her. It was touch and go for a few seconds, Sara hovering on the very brink of being able to turn Heather over, get her on to her own back and maybe start to redress the balance in the match. Heather knew it too, fighting hard to stop Sara from getting out. This was her best chance to beat the champion, and she looked to regain control again, driving two punches of her own into Sara’s body, and with the champions attempt to escape stalled, Heather grabbed both of her hands and was able to force her back to the mat. As she did so, Heather also moved a little further up Sara’s body, planting her breasts squarely in her face as she looked to smother Sara out. Sara was just about able to counter at the last second, turning her head to the side so she was able to breathe through her mouth as Heather’s impressive DD’s covered her nose.
Heather switched her grip on Sara’s hands, now controlling them both with one of her own hands; she slid the other hand between the two bodies, apparently once again latching it onto Sara’s breasts from the cries of pain the champion was making! The breast smother was ineffective though and I sensed that Heather realised she needed to go for something different to finally finish off the resilient Sara. The champion also seemed to sense that she had to do something now if she was going to have any chance of fighting her way back into this one submission or a knockout contest. As Heather moved position again, this time to go back to schoolgirl pin, Sara managed to get a hand free, instantly looking to get her own nails into Heather’s crotch as she sat atop of her. The look of anguish on the dark haired woman’s face suggested Sara had achieved her aim as well, and for the first time in quite some while, it was Heather who was crying out in pain as the champion looked to exact some measure of revenge. That didn’t last long though as, gritting her teeth against Sara’s painful crotch attack, Heather was able to slam a number of punches into Sara’s stomach, and as she struck home with another of her well aimed forearms to the face, Sara’s crotch mauling attack was broken. Wasting no time, the challenger moved her position forward, clamping her thighs shut over Sara’s face to apply a modified version of a front face sit.
‘You’re going to regret that now cunt’ Heather told the champion as she sat on her face.
Sara instantly bridged, sensing that she had to dislodge the challenger from this pin immediately, but she was unable to do so as Heather reached back, sunk her nails into Sara’s belly and applied a stomach claw to the beleaguered champion. Sara screamed out in pain now as the sharp nails went to work on her stomach, but all the time, she was being worn down steadily by the challenger’s well applied smothering hold. Sara had been in the face sit / stomach claw combination for a couple of minutes when she attempted to bridge once again. It seemed that only managed to allow Heather to intensify the effectiveness of her stomach claw, her fingers probing Sara’s abs while her nails lit fires of pain all across her stomach. Another thirty seconds of face sitting, and the resistance all seemed to have gone out of Sara.
The challenger still had one final humiliation in store for the champion though. Standing up off her, she walked casually to the edge of the mat to retrieve Sara’s title crown from the referee before placing it on her own head. Then taking the champions torn yellow bra top from the waistband of her hot pants, she knelt down, securely tying Sara’s wrists together. Sara was just starting to stir as Heather stood over her and removed her own hot pants with a flourish before slamming her heel down in to Sara’s stomach. ‘Look at your champion now people’ Heather sad to the crowd, ‘she’s no match for a real sexy southern girl like me’ before she sat down hard on the champions face once again, this time with a reverse face sit. Two body punches drove the remaining air out of Sara, and soon she wasn’t even moaning about the nasty breast claw attack that Heather was once again subjecting her too; the champion was out, and the referee had no choice but to stop the bout, awarding Heather the title crown that she had already been wearing for the last two minutes of the match.
Heather rose off Sara’s face to soak in the adulation of the crowd. It had been a comprehensive victory for her, and seemingly to emphasise that point, she kicked Sara’s legs apart before she left the mat to leave the deposed champion spread eagled and naked in front of the crowd.
I found myself wondering what I’d learned from the scouting mission over the next couple of days. I couldn’t quite work out if Heather had got the perfect approach for beating a woman like Sara, or if she had just caught Sara on a bad day in a match where the rules leant themselves to a decisive one fall victory?
Before leaving the arena though, I did secure one useful source of information. In brief negotiations with Sara’s manager Danny, I was able to reach an agreement that we would both send the other videos of our fighters private matches. We were both anxious that they be as well prepared as possible for the third fight that we knew was coming, and while secret preparations might have been favourable, at least this way we would be able to make sure of their readiness for what was likely to be a huge match.