Settling a Point

By Beaker

Debbie was gently brushing her shoulder length blonde hair having stepped from the shower and was just admiring her voluptuous 38C-26-40 inch frame in the mirror checking for bruises after the early evening activity. Debbie had just returned from the gym and an evening training in her recently discovered newest hobby wrestling. The blonde was known as the Welsh Wildcat by her manager and had some success in the ring and was beginning to gain a reputation for her all action style. The recent competition within the promotion where she performed had seen her ranking improve and her purse for bouts equally increase. Tonight had been slightly irritating though her training was going well and although it was only training girls always wanted to make a point particularly if they could get one over on a higher ranked fighter. This particular evening one of the newer grapplers at the club Ingrid Bauman, a busty German bitch, had been present in that role. The woman had made steady progress but only against lower quality girls although she had been quite brutal in the beatings she had delivered and she demanded higher ranking and better bookings. Things had come to a head when the German had delivered a particularly brutal tombstone pile driver to one of the rookies in a training grapple. Debbie had leapt into the ring and blindsided the Teutonic blonde with a dropkick and then had delivered a DDT to the staggering blonde leaving her on the canvas before the others present had broken things up.

Debbie had left soon afterwards once the young rookie had recovered and with the promise of a good booking in the next couple of weeks. She was feeling much better now the long shower had washed away the anger and a night in the local night spots beckoned. Flirting with men had taken a new twist revealing she was a scrapper had an amazing effect on the male population and she enjoyed the power even more so if she took some bitch down in front of her man and took him sexually as well. She smiled at the thought and selected her wardrobe for the evening, vivid blue stockings that she slowly pulled on clipping them to a matching lacy suspender belt then a blue lacy thong and deep plunging blue lacy bra. A ridiculously short black skirt that she knew would reveal her stocking tops if she danced and a simple white blouse designed to tease with one two many buttons undone and clearly showing her daring bra beneath. She eyed her self again in the mirror and smiled, “Let’s go knock’em dead kid.”

As she moved to the living room of her flat the doorbell rang, “Um could be the first fun of the evening.” She shimmied to the front door and opened it with a seductive smile anticipating a male visitor and was immediately surprised by an outburst from the doorway. “Right you English bitch lets sort this now,” snapped a voice shoving the door open and knocking Debbie back into the lounge. The Welsh girl staggered back and went over the settee to end up sitting on the floor as she heard the door slam. Debbie looked up to see the German from earlier in the evening advancing into the room throwing her fur coat aside to reveal her statuesque 42DD 30 38 inch figure striding forward menacingly. “You stupid fat cow I’m Welsh and now I’m going to kick your fat arse back into the street.” Debbie climbed to her feet and flew at the other woman knocking her over on to the floor and moved to straddle the woman. Ingrid rolled swiftly in the same direction using Debbie’s momentum to ease the Welsh woman over and away. The German climber to her feet she was wearing a sweatshirt over her leotard and leggings from the gym finished with her white trainers and ruffled socks bunched around her ankles. “Look at you, you look like a whore,” snapped the German as Debbie climbed to her feet, “you attacked me like a coward from behind now we settle it with no interference.” “You were out of order using moves like that on a rookie and you know it,” snapped back Debbie. “You are the same as them weak you must always fight to win,” replied the German, “it is never a practice beat them and they are not a threat.”

“Oh, I’ll win alright,” taunted Debbie as she launched her right fist at the intruder’s head slamming her knuckles firmly into the woman’s nose. Ingrid’s head snapped back and she staggered away as the blow brought tears to her eyes and confused her vision for a moment. Debbie leapt at her enemy and knocked her over the settee that fell to its back as the women tumbled over it in a mass of arms and legs they rolled together tearing at each other’s hair and slapping at faces and bodies with feet kicking at shins and knees thumping into each other’s thighs. They collided with the wall and bounced apart and scrambled to their feet before charging at each other again colliding solidly and grabbing for each other with claws barbed. Debbie lunging at the woman’s face and throat while Ingrid grabbed at the Welsh woman’s breasts. Each scored swiftly Debbie scratching at the German’s throat as the taller blonde threw her head back to save her face whilst her own hands grabbed the Welsh girl’s full breasts and twisted viciously. Debbie screeched as her mammaries were twisted in a way that she had not intended them to be handled this evening as the German gripped and mauled the full cups painfully. Debbie retained her grip on the woman’s throat and tried to throttle her and then using her free hand clenched her fist and drove a viciously low right hook deep into the vee of the woman’s crotch.

Ingrid flinched and her thighs snapped together in reflex at the low blow and she released Debbie’s breasts as she folded forward blowing air in an effort to recover from the tummy churning attack. Debbie swung her fist again striking the woman hard in the face and as her head came up she dropped her elbow behind her ear forcing her down again her head spinning. “Now you fat German cow that’s what you get for bursting into my place and now you’re going out on your ear,” taunted the fiery Welsh woman as she hooked her right arm around the woman’s throat and started to drag her captive towards the door. Ingrid started to struggle as the pressure around her throat increased and began slapping at the woman’s thighs and hips. She realised she was not having any effect so she changed tack as Debbie stopped by the door and reaching between the woman’s obligingly parted thighs took a firm grip on her bulging crotch and twisted the trapped flesh.

Debbie screamed and released the headlock and tried to step back her hands flying down to grab at Ingrid’s hand in an effort to prise the hand from her crotch as the German mangled her minge. “Bitch,” screeched the Welsh woman as the German tortured her between the thighs. “Now you’re mine,” teased the German twisting her hand again drawing another screech from the Welsh woman and the n adding to her captive’s misery by using her free hand to punch the woman in the face. Ingrid walked her woman back to the wall lifting and twisting her groin as she did so to maintain control. Debbie was on her tiptoes as she backed into the wall desperate to free herself from the vicious grip and started to slap at the woman’s head with one hand while she desperately tried to prise the fingers from her fanny.

Ingrid used her free hand to grab Debbie’s hair and dulled some of her resistance by slamming her head into the wall twice. Debbie’s senses started to spin as her skull cracked into the plaster and her hands came up to try to cushion the effect of the collisions on her cranium. This of course left the rest of her body defenceless and the German took the opportunity to maximum effect she released her vice like crotch claw and started to punch the woman into oblivion. Left right left ploughed into the woman’s crotch and then similar punishment was delivered to her breasts. The Welsh woman started to slide down the wall as the assault took its toll but the German grabbed her chin and held her up before ripping her blouse open and grabbing her right breast. “Admit I am the better woman before I rip this sagging sack clean off,” taunted the German twisting the large orb viciously. Debbie moaned as her breast took some more punishment to add to the rest of the aches and pains cursing through her body.

The German stepped back a pace holding the woman up at arms length admiring her handiwork as Debbie hung limply before her with her blouse ripped open and her body marked. “Now I finish you,” she snarled stepping forward to knee the woman hard between the legs crushing her in the crotch again her knee thumping home hard deep into the Welsh vixen’s love canal adding to the trauma of moments before. Ingrid stepped back and let the woman slide to the floor moaning and clutching at her battered box. Laughing she taunted the battered woman, “Now you can see who is the better woman you’ll never cross me again. Maybe I should arrange an immediate match up to take your ranking you hopeless slut.” Ingrid kicked at the woman and getting only a moan in response she started to rifle around the flat in an effort to find the phone numbers she knew Debbie had been given to arrange her lucrative fight night.

The Welsh girl slowly regained control of her body and focused on the powerful blonde who was busy searching through papers on the table unaware of the Welsh girl. Debbie slowly climbed to her feet and began to move towards the woman who had invaded her house and was now trying to affect her livelihood she raised her hands clasping her fingers together and brought her combined fists down right between the woman’s shoulder blades. Ingrid dropped forward caught completely unawares dropping the papers and placing her hands on the table to stop herself dropping to the floor. Debbie did not care what the German did she was out for revenge and still standing behind the woman lifted her own knee with definite purpose between her thighs to thump into the multicoloured leotard covering the German’s groin. Ingrid’s legs snapped together too late to prevent the impact and her knees gave way as her hands leapt to cover her abused sex.

Debbie grabbed the woman’s short blonde hair as her head dropped and she accelerated the descent to smash her face into the table with wood splintering force. The leaf of the table snapped off with the impact as Ingrid crashed to the mat, the three-foot piece of wood bounced to the floor beneath the German. Debbie took advantage of this to slam the German’s face into the twelve inch wide board again before stepping back and delivering a good kicking to the woman’s ribs and breasts as she desperately rolled over. Debbie stood back and removed her ruined blouse and threw it to one side before taunting the German, “Now who’s grovelling on the floor, bitch? Get up and fight or else I’ll just kick the crud out of you there.” She added meaning to her threat by kicking the woman again before grabbing her hair and pulling her upright to deliver a clouting right hook to the woman’s chin. Ingrid span round with the force of the blow and her disorientation was completed by Debbie pulling the woman’s sweatshirt over her head and leaving the garment draped over the woman like a bag. “Ah a view any man would prefer of you, you ugly cow with a bag on your head,” sneered Debbie as she grabbed the woman by the sweatshirt and ran her into the wall. Ingrid again sagged towards the floor but was able to remove the sweatshirt before Debbie could use it again. “Pity I now have to look at your ugly face,” snapped the Welsh woman as she pulled the woman upright again by the hair. Debbie then ran her into the wall again ensuring the woman’s large breasts took the impact of the unresisting plaster.

Ingrid grunted as her large full orbs were crushed back into her chest painfully and her hands moved to cup her throbbing bosom before Debbie could repeat the manoeuvre. The Welsh girl did not intend to follow up in that way and instead turned her opponent around and doubled her up with an indecently low belly punch that crunched into the very centre of the woman’s crotch. Ingrid moaned and pitched forward as Debbie intended and the Welsh girl delivered one of her more telling wrestling moves gripping the woman around the neck and dropping her in a DDT to the carpet driving her face into the carpet vindictively. Ingrid bounced up and collapsed on her back with blood streaming from her nose head spinning and defenceless as Debbie rose and stood over her. The German lay on her back hands clasped to her face feeling the blood dribbling down her cheeks from her nose that had taken the brunt of the fall.

Debbie moved to the woman’s feet and grabbing her ankles lifted her feet from the mat and before Ingrid could react stamped hard on her groin drawing a howl of pain from the battered blonde. Debbie rolled her opponent onto her belly and stepped across her back and positioned her in a Boston Crab bending her back and setting herself in a sitting position. Ingrid winced as her back was bent as Debbie piled on the pressure the carpet was rubbing against her face and body as the pressure increased in her lower back. The German was desperate the pain in her back was agonising she could not use the natural spring of a wrestling ring or ropes to effect an escape and doubted that the fired up Welsh hellcat would show her any mercy. She looked around and saw the piece of broken table lying nearby and reached for the plank like piece of wood. Debbie’s eyes were closed as she poured on the pressure in an attempt to finish the big German bitch off with the Boston and so she did not spot Ingrid grabbing the table leaf putting the movements down to the last desperate efforts of the struggling woman. Ingrid eased the piece of table round by her head trying to ignore the pain in her back and then gripping the wood firmly in her left hand snapped the weapon over her shoulder in a last desperate move to save herself. The piece of table more by luck than judgement caught Debbie square across the back of the head catching her completely by surprise and propelling her forward and away from the German. She released her captive’s legs that snapped down to the floor as she tottered forward grabbing at her head. Ingrid immediately arched her back in reflex to bend her spine the other way as the pressure was released and she dropped the table leaf before slowly climbing to her feet and looking for her rival.

Debbie meanwhile had stopped her stumble and gingerly felt her head and discovered a lump behind her ear from the crack she had just received. She turned to see the German climbing to her feet unsteadily and so she charged at the woman as Ingrid straightened up the two collided chest-to-chest breast mashing to breast as hands went for hair. Ingrid relieved at escaping from the debilitating Boston knew that she needed to finish this quickly or else she was finished and so took the fight to the Welsh woman. The German gripped her foes ears and viciously head butted her in the face oblivious to the damage to her own nose that started to bleed again. Debbie staggered momentarily but was also keenly aware that the fight was entering its final phase and so she returned the move with interest taking particular delight in ramming her forehead into the woman’s nose. She then switched targets and grabbed the massive mammaries of the German and mauled them nastily and introducing her knee to the woman’s crotch again with a firm thrust. Ingrid staggered momentarily losing her grip on Debbie’s head but she retained her feet and grabbed her opponent’s breasts to even up the battle. The German’s hands seemed to have more effect as she twisted Debbie’s bouncing boobs and she was able to push the Welsh girl back in this defining tit twisting moment. Debbie’s chest sent serious pain messages to her brain as the German seemed able to crush the delicate flesh easily and added her own knee for good measure catching Debbie low between the thighs driving her remorselessly backwards.

The German’s confidence grew with every stride as she forced the woman back and despite Debbie’s efforts to mangle her foe’s mammaries Ingrid kept both her hands buried in the Welsh woman’s twin wonders. Debbie was pushed into the wall and her back arched in reflex as her skin contacted the cold plaster and her hands dropped from the German’s chest as her own chest screamed for defence. The reflex thrust her groin forward and Ingrid taking the opportunity clobbered her in the cunt again with a crunching knee lift. Debbie groaned as her belly and breasts took a pounding and she started to fold forward towards the German in agony only held up by the woman’s vicious grip on her breasts. Ingrid ripped her own hands away from the mauled mammaries ripping the blue bra way in the process to reveal the tender flesh bruised and marked from the battle. Debbie’s hands moved to cover her wounded breasts gently cupping the soft white curves as the German stepped into her again. Ingrid spoke softly as she leant close, “This time you will stay down bitch.” She clubbed the woman twice in the belly and as Debbie’s hands moved to defend herself hit her twice more.

A blow to each breast was followed by a final clubbing uppercut to the point of her chin. Debbie was turned by the crunching punch and collapsed to the carpet at the German’s feet and received a stamp right between her breasts. The Welsh woman wailed as the German’s heel thumped into her breastbone pinning her to the floor. The German removed her foot and then stomped on her prey again this time right on the navel driving air from the helpless woman and causing her head to rise from the mat. Ingrid took a firm handful of hair and hauled her to her feet. She then slapped her hard across the face and then delivered a returning backhand both blows knocking Debbie’s head from side to side. The Welsh woman was fading fast and desperately grabbed at the German’s breasts in an effort to ease her own suffering but Ingrid was dominating and ignored the weak effort by using her free hand to grab at Debbie’s left breast and twist it brutally. Debbie wailed as her chest suffered again and her hands moved weakly to the German’s wrist attempting to pull her hand off. Ingrid laughed out loud and teased her opponent, “You are finished admit I am the better woman and I will let you go.” Debbie ignored the statement and tried to use her knees to unsettle the Teutonic blonde but her movements were becoming telegraphed and Ingrid twisted to take the blow on her thigh. She then replied in kind only her knee arrived in its destination in devastating style not once but twice pounding the Welsh woman’s womanhood mercilessly reducing her to a beaten battered mess as her legs gave way and she collapsed to her knees before her conqueror.

“Grovel before me,” ordered the German forcing the Welsh woman’s face down to the carpet, “kiss my feet. You like my tits so much come here and worship them.” She slipped her leotard off her shoulders to reveal her fantastic 42-inch wonders, which were not unmarked from the clash as she reached down to grab Debbie’s hair again. She started to pull the woman to her hands and knees, “Crawl, bitch like the dog you are,” she ordered pulling her across the room towards the armchair. Ingrid turned to sit on the chair and pulled Debbie to her knees by her hair leaving her tear stained face inches from the magnificent curves of the German’s breasts. “You are beaten admit I am the winner or I will hurt you even more,” demanded the German shaking the woman by the hair. “Yes you win,” whispered the battered Welsh woman. “Say it again.” “You win, bitch now leave me alone,” choked the woman. The German cracked her viciously across the face, “Don’t call me names you whore.” Ingrid then pulled the woman’s face deep into her cleavage neatly cutting off her air supply with her huge breasts. Debbie struggled feebly but soon all movement ceased as she passed out in the suffocating position her arms falling weakly to the floor. Ingrid released her victim and pushed the unconscious woman to the carpet where she lay sprawled out on her back. The German prodded the woman with her foot and received no response except the steady rise and fall of the woman’s chest as she slept off her beating. The victrix decided to complete the woman’s humiliation stripping her naked and tying her hog style with her own stockings. She ripped at the woman’s lush bush pulling a substantial collection of the wispy curls from her pubic thatch.

The German then located the number that Ms Lewis had been given to arrange her money-spinning match and locating the phone dialled the number. “Hello, is that Babs Bristols. Good I’m calling to arrange a fight, yes that’s right, Saturday at seven, oh yes I’ll be there, No Lewis has forfeited her place to me, yes that’s right, my name Ingrid “Blitzkrieg” Bauman.” She replaced the phone and scribbled a curt note cancelling Debbie’s booking on the piece of paper. Then stepping over to the beaten Welsh woman she forced the piece of paper into her mouth, before she dressed herself and with one final kick at the beaten blonde strode purposefully from the house. How she got on against Babs is another tale and how Debbie dealt with the thrashing is also worth recounting suffice it to say that there were two brutal battles in the offing.

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