Caribbean Queen
By wolfboy

Sara takes on a Caribbean heavyweight as she starts to prepare for taking on Emma again

In the aftermath of Sara’s tough defeat to Heather in which she lost her Southern Belles title, I had made a deal with her manager Danny. We had both agreed to send the other videos of our respective fighter’s private matches in order that we might have both fully prepared for their seemingly inevitable third match. Both women had, temporarily at least, removed themselves from the title picture in their respective organisations. Both wanted to use a variety of private opponent’s to help complete their come backs from tough title losses.
The first match I received through from Danny was of Sara’s first match of something of a mini world tour. Sara had travelled to Barbados to take on the undefeated Bajan catfight queen Shontelle Jackson in a no time limit battle until one gave up the entire match. The video started with a view of the outside of a temporary structure; open to the elements on one side, tin walls and roof enclosed a tight matted area closely surrounded by a small crowd of about 50. The small area was apparently a feature of all of Shontelle’s fights; the 210lb champion didn’t like to have to go looking for her opponents. The area, probably no more than 12 feet square would guarantee that didn’t need to happen. I suspected the tin roof and tightly packed crowd were all part of a plan to expose Sara to the sapping Caribbean heat.
The camera panned to show Sara making her way through the crowd to the mats to the sound of near silence from the clearly partisan crowd in attendance. The blonde didn’t quite look her usual confident self, perhaps taken aback a little by the lack of a reaction from the crowd, perhaps still feeling the effect of her defeat to Heather. She did look the part though, her flowing blonde hair and lightly tanned, strong body set off by her choice of outfit; an aquamarine one piece swimsuit with a plunging front showing off her impressive cleavage. The crowd was far less reserved for the appearance of the home town girl, Shontelle. Loud cheering and whooping accompanied the coffee skinned champion on to the mats. The term BBW could have been invented for the Bajan brawler, a solid yet curvaceous 210lb woman. She acknowledged the crowd before stripping off her t-shirt to reveal a leopard skin print two-piece of high waisted bikini briefs and a halter top which was already struggling to contain her massive breasts.

The referee stepped on to the mats to join both women and handle the introductions ‘Folks, we have a sweat box challenge match which is scheduled for one submission with no time limit. It is a non-title bout in which anything goes. Throughout the match, the temperature on the mats will be a minimum of 95 degrees Fahrenheit. First of all, on my left from the United States of America is Sara. Sara is 5 feet 9 inches tall, 161lbs and measures 38DD-26-38 with 24 wins and 8 defeats to her name.’ There was still little response from the crowd to the visiting fighter, but the crowd came to life as the local fighter was introduced ‘her opponent is the Bajan Catfight Queen, Shontelle Jackson. Shontelle is 5 feet 7 inches tall, weighs 210lbs and measures 44F-34-43 with a perfect record of 15 wins from 15 fights.’ Now the crowd was in full voice, apparently the home town girl was popular to say the least. The referee called both women together at the centre of the mats before giving them the instruction to ‘lock up ladies’ and the bout started with the two women applying a mutual double breast claw as the referee instructed them to fight.
Instantly the extra power of the Bajan told as she pushed Sara back, strong hands squeezing her breasts through the wet look material of her swimsuit. Sara’s hands also went to work, finding plenty to grip on to with her opponent’s ample breasts but she was unable to prevent herself being forced back until she found herself lying across the front row of the crowd. Shontelle retained her footing, both women maintained their breast claws, but it was the local champion having the best of this early exchange as she was able to use her leverage advantage to bring extra pressure to bear on Sara’s breasts. 30 seconds in, and the referee announced ‘you may break the initial lock now’, and immediately Shontelle crashed a slap into Sara’s face before grabbing her hair and bringing her back on the mats. Sara fired in a quick punch to Shontelle’s stomach; the Bajan fired back with a knee to Sara’s body and then effortlessly lifted the blonde to deliver a big body slam that drew a cheer from the crowd. Shontelle wasn’t quick enough to capitalise though and Sara scrambled back to her feet. The tight fight area didn’t allow for much respite though, Shontelle quickly closing in on Sara and grabbing her a in a clinch before shoving the blonde back into the crowd again. Sara found herself on top of the front row again as Shontelle slapped hard at her body, but again Sara shot back with a sharp punch to the body, buying herself time to get back to her feet . This time, Sara used her speed, dodging Shontelle’s straight ahead approach before using a good handful of black hair to pull the bigger woman into a side headlock. Sara cranked hard on the bigger woman’s head and neck briefly before Shontelle put her on her knees with two hard forearm shots to the kidneys and the Bajan champion proceeded to take control of the fight now.
A hammer blow across the shoulders would have put Sara face down on the mat, only for Shontelle to arrest her forward momentum with a good handful of blonde hair. Quickly a sleeper hold was on as well, Shontelle wrapping a brawny arm around Sara’s throat while she maintained the handful of hair into the bargain. Sara was in trouble early on in the contest, her opponent’s bicep grinding into her face while she ripped at the blonde hair causing Sara to cry out in pain. The referee moved in and asked Sara if she wanted to submit, but she was in no mood for that, starting to throw elbows back into Shontelle’s body and was successful in forcing a break. A break in the hold at least, but not in the dominating performance so far by the Caribbean champion who quickly got Sara to her feet before chopping her back down to the mat with a two punch combination to the body.
Down on the mat, the pretty blonde fighter gained no respite either as Shontelle was quick to wrap her thick thighs around Sara’s waist, pouring on the pressure in a rear body scissor. ‘Wanna see some tits?’ Shontelle asked the crowd, not waiting for the enthusiastic reply before slipping the shoulder straps of Sara’s aquamarine swimsuit down, making her naked to the waist and opening up her breasts for her nest attack. Wrapping one arm around her throat, she turned Sara slightly, presenting her left breast perfectly for her planned assault. Ten heavy handed slaps cracked off the sensitive breast flesh setting Sara’s breast on fire with pain before she was able to catch hold of Shontelle’s arm briefly to stop the attack. Instead, Shontelle worked her arm in tighter around Sara’s throat, slowly turning Sara’s face until it was pressed into her 44F breasts. Slick with sweat already, Sara looked to be in trouble to me; she clearly sensed it too, releasing Shontelle’s arm to sink her nails in to the Caribbean fighters breasts, but despite drawing a brief cry of pain from Shontelle, Sara soon found herself repaid in kind as slaps rained in on her left breast once again. Force back on to the defensive, Sara trapped Shontelle’s arm once again, but found herself slowly forced back into the smother again by the wily Bajan. Again Sara’s nails dug into Shontelle’s breasts as she looked to relieve the smother only for Shontelle to again work her left breast over; this time using three quick slaps before applying a claw hold, pulling the breast away from Sara’s body and drawing a gasp of pain. Once again, Sara looked to be in big trouble as her opponent’s strong fingers tortured her breast, but she was ever resourceful and was able to take Shontelle by surprise with a back head butt in to the face which stunned her for long enough to allow Sara to scramble free.
The straps of her swimsuit now swinging freely at her waist, Sara looked to follow up grabbing Shontelle’s hair before delivering a forearm across her shoulders. With Shontelle on all fours, Sara looked to attack with a kick to the body only for Shontelle to catch her foot and trip her off balance. Both women were back on their feet, Shontelle looking to close Sara down and showing little regard for the power of the punched Sara was landing in her chest as she did so. It was a short game of cat and mouse given the small fight area, Sara landing a dozen, seemingly ineffective punches before Shontelle caught up to her with a stinging slap to the face. Shontelle then bull-rushed Sara back into the crowd and once more the now topless blonde found herself lying across the lucky front row of the audience. A double fisted blow to the stomach struck home before an instant elbow to the chin knocked Sara back onto her back. A handful of flowing blonde hair allowed Shontelle to remove Sara from the front row of the crowd to deliver another big body slam. The crowd cheered their home favourite; even more so when she asked them if they wanted ‘to see some real tits now?’ before removing her own top and delivering a full body splash on the fallen blonde.
The air was crushed from Sara before Shontelle shifted position and she found her coffee coloured breasts firmly planted in the blonde’s face as she pinned her to the mat. 210lbs of heavyweight, experienced catfighter made it almost impossible for Sara to escape from the pin and smother combination. Fighting back wasn’t beyond Sara though as she quickly wrapped a hand in her opponent’s hair, using it to pull her head back painfully. That had the effect of at least partially relieving the smother, and with Shontelle’s breasts hovering near her face, they made a large, inviting target for Sara’s teeth. A scream of anguish from the Caribbean woman was instantly followed by a forearm catching Sara high on the forehead which broke the momentum of the blonde’s counter attack for now as Sara once again found 44F breasts forced firmly into her face. Both bodies were slick with sweat now as the bout entered its twelfth minute. Sara seemed to have taken the worst of it so far, and Shontelle was content to maintain the smother which Sara did her best to relieve once again with the hair pulling. The close contact of the move was working a little in Sara’s favour though, giving her the chance to hit home with a number of short body punches, the sensation of knuckle on flesh bringing a grimace to the face of the Caribbean catfight queen.
On top of Sara still though, Shontelle maintained her smother hold for now. Despite the sapping effects of the heat and the smother, Sara maintained a steady rhythm with her fists drumming out a steady beat on her opponent’s body, and pretty soon, each strike was drawing a little yelp of pain from Shontelle who finally realised that she needed to move away from the smother hold. As she looked to move though, Sara caught her perfectly with a short head butt to the chest before pulling her in close as she rolled the now stunned Caribbean champion onto her back, mounting her in a schoolgirl pin position. It suddenly looked as though Sara’s body punching through the fight had maybe had a bigger impact on Shontelle that had been evident as she seemed to be unable to dislodge Sara as the blonde rained in a flurry of slaps on Shontelle’s face. The crowd sensed it too, a sudden hush falling over them as they wondered if the home town girl was in more trouble than they had ever seen her in before. If she wasn’t at that point, she was a few seconds later as Sara’s fist hammered hard into her soft belly before she applied a nasty stomach claw, nails and fingers managing to draw cries of pain from Shontelle. The Bajan was a proud woman though, and it seemed it would take more than that to make her submit, but Sara had the answer to that problem.
Swapping her position quickly, Sara moved into a reverse schoolgirl pin, deftly trapping Shontelle’s arms as she did so. Smiling at the stunned crowd now, Sara went to work on her opponent’s breasts now, first with quick fire stinging slaps, then hard punches, driving her knuckles deep into her soft breasts. Throughout that, she steadily moved her position backwards towards applying a reverse face sit. It was almost as if she was allowing Shontelle to anticipate what was coming before the move was fully applied. A desperation move saw Shontelle attempt to swing her legs up to catch and dislodge her blonde tormentor. Sara was waiting on the move though, trapping her legs and as she finally moved back to apply the face sit, she also removed her opponent’s bikini briefs before plunging her fingers into her pussy. It was a position that Shontelle had never found herself in before, pinned and punished by a superior woman, and she had no answer to it either, quickly tapping the mat to give Sara an impressive comeback victory in tough conditions.
As she rose from the beaten Caribbean catfight queen, Sara threw her leopard print briefs into the crowd, sparking a small frenzy as she coolly walked off the mats. I found myself wondering what Sara’s next challenge would be; one thing I did know though was that she was going to represent a tough challenger whenever she and Emma would next clash...