I’m feeling great after beating Paige in the cage, even though I know that her sister, Jolene, and I still have unfinished business. That can wait for another day. Today, I’m doing something good for a change. I’m volunteering with my church women’s group to help fix up the old original chapel out at the edge of their property.
I park my Jeep alongside some other cars at the end of the remote backroad that leads to the chapel and wave to the assortment of church ladies gathered to work for the day. I grab my denim jacket since even though it’s a fairly warm autumn day, you never know. I smile as I see the ‘cat pin’ affixed to the jacket. I decide to leave it on as it just looks decorative anyway. My mind wanders briefly as I think of all of us upstanding women getting into a knock down, drag out brawl. That would be something wouldn’t it?
After some chit chatting with my friends, I see the preacher’s wife, Maria, making her way towards the group. Dressed similarly to me in jeans and a jacket. We are all smiles until both of us see each other’s ‘cat pins’. Both of us instantly go into a “catfighter” mode, our brown eyes lock, hers from the other side of some relatively conservative glasses. We are staring almost unblinkingly into each other. . I can tell that she wants to fight me, and though, I’ve never really considered it before, I want to fight her. Even though neither of us says anything, it’s understood that we will be fighting here once everyone else leaves.
For the rest of the day, Maria and I work alongside each other in a secretive contest as we compare bodies, strength and generally size one another up. The pretty Hispanic woman and I match up well, physically. At 5′ 5 1/2″, I might be half an inch shorter and as best I can tell, she is about 10 pounds heavier than my 130 pounds. And I remember going to a party for her recently as she turned 39, making her just about 1 year older than me.
Maria and I look to everyone else that we are having a good time and remain pleasant on the outside, but the entire day has been an exercise in mental warfare as we try to outdo each other or show off one of our assets. Even though it’s fall, each of us is now stripped down to a tank top and blue jeans making sure to let the other woman see our biceps bulge as we carry various loads of stuff around the chapel. Each of us checking out every muscle, from backs to thighs as each hour passes and the tension builds. I’ll admit that it is unusual to see another woman who can match my arms. She does look to be stronger in the legs, has bigger hips than me and is more muscular overall as well, but I am noticeably leaner than the brunette, so I have that going for me.
As the sun begins it descent into the western sky, one by one, the other women leave until it’s just the two of us left. We silently watch the last of the other women’s vehicles disappear from sight before we turn and face each other.
“I’d never figured you for the type, Maria..” I say as I tie my hair back into a tight ponytail. “Your place, your rules.”
“Well… I could see you were from the time we moved here…. I’ve been waiting for the chance to test myself against you…” the preacher’s wife says, her excitement at facing me apparent with every word. “My rules are simple, no eye gouging or single digit holds…fight until one of us admits defeat and the other accepts her surrender ….acceptable to you?” The Hispanic woman begins to pull off her shoes and I do the same.
“Perfect.” I chirp back as we walk towards the back of the chapel, removing anything else we don’t want mangled in our impending dust up. When we finish, we are left bare from the waist up dressed in only our jeans. We place our stuff near the back door and march into the center of the church’s backyard, fallen leaves from the oak trees swirl from the northern wind and crunch beneath our bare feet as we square up.
Staring at Maria’s larger breasts as the sway with every step I say ” I thought you’d be more modest…”
“Just sharing the gifts the good Lord gave me….especially, with those less fortunate …” she smirks with a condescending glance at my smaller chest.
“Oh… that’s how it is, bitch?” I snap back, no longer caring about my language use in front of the preacher’s wife at this point.
“Thou shall not lie…. it’s a thing, Kelli….” Maria quips with a smirk as we continue to circle one another in the leaf covered yard. She continues as we move, ” Such a filthy mouth…. I guess you need the hell beaten out of you…”.
Carefully, I close the distance between us, looking for an opening, ready to take the fight to the pretty Hispanic woman. With only a couple of feet between us, I make my move. Maria’s head snaps back from a quick jab.
“Fucking slut…” the brunette curses, her eyes full of rage. I continue to bounce around, ready to unleash more punches, but don’t get the chance as Maria shrieks and charges me. The bigger woman’s shoulder sinks into my chest and drives me backwards. We tumble to the ground and the catball is on.
We go at it like two wildcats sprayed with a water hose. Each of us going full speed, trying to cause maximum damage and not thinking about defense or stamina. I hear Maria groan as my fists pound her flanks and I yank her brown hair. Likewise, I can hear my own yelps as her knuckles sink into my ribs and belly over and over as we roll all over the yard.
After a frantic minute or so, our pace finally slows and our battle moves to just outside the maintained grassy area in the rough, more wooded section. I feel the sticks and rocks punish my body as we continue to roll around the harsh terrain, but the worst is the feeling of the briars as they scratch our exposed bodies.
As we slow and the fight begins to become more strategic with us choosing shots wisely and becoming more concerned with wrestling each other for position. Each of us pinning the other to the cool, leaf covered earth only to have control wrested away and be pinned by our opponent.
Our bodies become marred with mud, sweat and scratches as our battle rages on until neither of us is able to do much more than pull hair and pant. With Maria and I at a stalemate and nearing exhaustion, I decide to dig deep into my bag of tricks and grab one of the briar vines.
I begin to use it as a weapon, whipping Maria with it and using it to wrap my knuckles then punching her. The preacher’s wife recoils in shock and pain. I hear her scream and curse. I feel the thorns of the evil vine sink into my hand with every strike, knowing it’s hurting her even worse.
The Hispanic woman tries to scurry away, crawling on her stomach. “Get… back… here… bitch!” I snap as I pant. I latch on to the waistband of her jeans and leap on to her back, continuing the assault of her ribs with my briar covered fists.
“Fucking cxnt!” the preacher’s wife screeches as she tries to escape the pummeling. She bucks and writhes, eventually working herself on to her back. I still have the advantage and, while she has slowed my attack considerably, she is only defending, unable to mount any offense.
I remain patient and it pays off as Maria slowly tires, finally giving me the opportunity to finish her. I partially unwrap the wicked vine from one of my fists and grab it with both hands before stretching it her throat and pressing down. I see her dark brown eyes go wide as I begin to strangle her. The bronze skinned woman flails in a panic trying to escape but I have her pinned. “Give up, slut!…. I’ve got you…” I growl commandingly.
Maria’s motions begin to slow and I’m prepared to put this bitch to sleep if I have to. Just as it looks like she is about to give up or pass out, I see a brown blur out in my peripheral vision a split second before it crashes into my skull. Maria had managed to grab a rotten tree branch and in desperation, she swung it at my head.
I’m pretty sure I didn’t lose consciousness but everything has gone fuzzy. I try desperately to clear the cobwebs from my mind. Slowly I become aware again. I’m laying off to the side of my opponent, covered in bits of the tree branch which, evidently, disintegrated upon impact with my head.
Slowly shaking my head, the haze finally begins to clear. I see Maria is also recovering and beginning to crawl on top of me. “I bet that…. hurt…. blonde, bitch….” the brunette pants out as I feel her larger tits drag across mine before mashing into them, pinning me chest to chest.
“I’m … gonna…. wreck …. you… filthy…. cxnt…” I manage to groan as I try, unsuccessfully, to keep Maria from mounting my midsection.
“You’re…. going to … do what…. puta?” Maria growls before sending her palm across my cheek violently. Before she can land another, my briar wrapped hand latches onto her exposed tit. The Latina shrieks in pain “Fuck!”I am able to buck her off, we scramble apart and both make it to our knees.
“Bitch…you’ll … fucking pay… for that” Maria curses as she massages her breast with one hand.
“I… doubt … it … whore..” I spit back. For a few moments, we stare at each other, the autumn air cooling as the sun begins to fade. Both of us make it to our feet and begin to circle. “Let’s … finish… it..” I bark as we start to circle.
I see my rival wrapping her fist with one of the briar vines and subconsciously tighten the one around my hand. The cool air and sweat sting the scratches already covering my body and I know I’m about to receive even more.
We inch ever closer to one another, our circle tightening with every step until we are within striking distance and we launch ourselves at the other woman. We each grab a fistful of hair and begin to yank. Our whimpers turn to screams as the wrapped fists begin to crash into our bare bodies. We both yank, punch, rip and scratch at a furious pace until we are hanging on one another to stay upright.
Our brown eyes locked defiantly with our opponent’s. Our tears of rage and pain streaking our mascara as our faces twist in anguish as our necks are wrenched to unnatural angles. “Keep…crying … bitch!” Maria growls through gritted teeth. “Give up yet?”
“Never, slut….do you?” I grunt back. Maria only shrieks back and our painful dance continues on. With the stalemate taking its toll and our stamina waning, I change tactics. I wrap my arms around the Latina in a bear hug, sinking the thorns into my rival’s back for added effect.
Maria reciprocates in kind almost instantly. Neither of us were able to get both arms under the other’s arms and we settle into a mutual bear hug. I feel the thorns grinding into my back. I feel the warmth of our chests pressing together contrasting the cool autumn air. Our moans and groans fill the forest as well struggle against each other, battling for supremacy. Neither of us willing to concede.
With both of us desperate and past the point of exhaustion, I hook Maria’s leg with my own and send us tumbling back to the ground in a last ditch effort to gain control. I land on my foe and the force of the fall finally gives me an advantage. I laboriously crawl up her body and manage a schoolgirl pin. My brunette opponent has finally been broken and is unable to buck me off.
With my unwrapped hand, I grab her jaw and force her eyes to mine as I squeeze her. My briar covered hand reaches back and latches on to the Latina’s previously mauled tit. Maria’s hands grab mine, but it’s too late, I’ve got her now. Between my ragged breaths I growl “fucking…say….it… bitch….give… up…”.
“Fuck…. you… blonde… cxnt-” she groans until I grind the thorns into her already aching chest. “-stop…stop….ok, ok….I give… I give….please stop!” Maria cries out, admitting her inferiority to me.
“That’s a good girl…” I say tauntingly slapping Maria’s cheek as I release the hold signaling my acceptance of her surrender and the end of the fight. For several moments I sit atop the conquered woman and bask in the thrill of my victory and the agony of her defeat. The preacher’s wife lays beneath me, trying to stifle her sobs, her eyes closed and head turned away from me.
I finally recover enough to get to my feet and limp back to my clothes. I watch Maria as I get dressed. She lays there for a while before getting up to a seated position. The brunette cries as she rests her head in her hands. I smirk proudly as turn to walk back to my jeep. Maria took me to my limits and we were equals but I can feel myself almost glowing after defeating her. I’m sure the soreness and scratches will heal soon enough and I’ll be looking for my next adventure, but for now all I can think of is getting back home, taking a long, warm bath and telling Jake about my epic struggle with the preacher’s wife.
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