It came fast, that is Monday. Fights were always the same time, 2 pm at the organizer's house, a huge new construction home with a basement finished as an exercise room. When Theresa arrived, 12 women were already there sitting in large overstuffed chairs that Melody (the homeowner) had purchased for the club. Four more were expected today as spectators, 3 couldn't be in attendance and the two fighters would make a total of 21 members in the club. Fairly respectable for a fighting club comprised of soccer moms. The fights ranged depending on the competitors from light wrestling to all out no holds barred brawls. Rules were fairly limited and were occasionally modified by the individuals in the match. It worked very simply, each fighter submitted their rules requests to Melody and the most restricted rules were maintained. For example, if one fighter was willing to fight NHB and the other was only willing to fight no face blows, then the fight would be held no face blows.

The fighters didn't find out the rules until they arrived for the match. Theresa had submitted NHB, clothing optional. She had always been a bit of an exhibitionist but had never fought without clothes until she participated in a match against one of her early opponents. She loved the feeling of fighting naked, but in truth, she really was worried about fighting Michelle at all, let alone naked. The only reason she submitting clothing optional was because that was the most unrestricted option she could choose and she didn't want to seem at all anxious.

She walked into the room in her favorite fighting outfit, an extremely tight fitting exercise bra and very short black lycra shorts. The outfit left little to the imagination and her tits looked enormous in the bra. She started stretching and talking to the women there as the last few spectators showed up, but Michelle didn't.

Melody tried to call her on her cell without any response. "If she doesn't show in 10 minutes, it's a forfeit." Theresa secretly was a bit excited about this, perhaps all Michelle was doing was testing the waters.

Innocently, but in truth anxiously, she asked Melody, "What are the rules today?"

"Title's on the line, obviously and..." Melody frowned, "You know what, I don't remember what Michelle submitted...Obviously you had no cares..." implying that because Theresa was such a good fighter and the champion that she had submitted the highest option even though that wasn't Theresa's exact motive. Theresa's heart began to pound as Melody searched for Michelle's submission on her Blackberry...

"Oh, here it is..." she began, "Yep, that's right, I do remember, she submitted NHB."

Theresa wasn't surprised by that and she tried not to ask, but she couldn't resist, "Are we clothed, or what?"

"Oh," Melody replied, "Yeah, you're clothed."

Theresa shrugged, faking disinterest, "Okay."

Melody looked around, "Does anyone want anything to drink while we're waiting?" she asked politely.

Drinks were served and Melody tried Michelle's cell one last time...to no answer.

"Oh well, looks like--"

As she was about to announce the forfeit, the basement door was flung open and in walked Michelle, in skin tight jeans and a v-neck sweater that she was about to explode out of. She was fully made up and time had treated her as well as it had treated Theresa, much to Theresa' disappointment.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry Melody!" shrieked Michelle, giving the woman a polite kiss on the cheek, "I was stuck in a parent-teacher meeting for my daughter, I thought I was going to miss this! Thank goodness I got here!"

She put her jacket down in a corner and whipped off her sweater revealing a lacy, full coverage purple bra and then she shimmied out of her tight jeans, stepping out of her heels at the same time revealing a rock-hard ass and thigh combination and washboard abs. She had a purple thong on as well, matching the bra.

She stretched for a second and then looked at Melody and said, "Okay, I'm ready if you are."

Theresa stood up and walked to the middle of the mats. Michelle walked up to meet her, holding out her hand for a pre-fight hand shake.

Theresa nodded coldly and shook the hand, she couldn't help but notice that Michelle's nipples were erect and pushing through the lace of her bra. Michelle smiled, "So Theresa, here's your chance at retribution....or abject Humiliation..." Michelle said quietly enough that only the two of them heard.

"Fuck you..." hissed Theresa, feeling a sudden surge of adrenaline. She realized that she had been waiting for this chance for a long time.

"Ladies, you know the rules," Melody began, "No holds barred for this fight, you've got 45 minutes to finish your opponent or it'll be decided upon by the spectators who are here." Both women nodded.

"BEGIN!" shouted Melody.

The impact was unbelievable. Michelle's fist crashed into Theresa's jaw with incredible force, stunning the champion. She was quick too, moving in fast, wrapping her strong arms around Theresa's upper body and bringing her knee squarely up into Theresa's crotch.

Involuntarily, Theresa yelped and as Michelle let her go, she realized that all of the strength had been sapped out of her legs. The fire between them was so severe that she couldn't catch her breath and her head was still ringing from the punch. She dropped to the floor like a ragdoll. Melody leapt to her feet thinking that the punch had knocked her right out but then saw that she was still awake. Michelle was on her in seconds, grabbing her hair with her left hand and unloading on her face with her right. In moments, the room was swimming and Theresa was panicked. She couldn't lose to this cunt again, but things were looking problemmatic.

She felt Michelle's weight and her warm crotch on her big tits as her foe pounded her. She bucked and tried to break free to no avail. All she could think was "Fucking A' she's strong and quick..." But as she got through her initial panic and let her fighting instincts take over, she realized that her arms were free and she reached up and grabbed Michelle's enormous tits and squeezed powerfully. Michelle roared and grabbed instinctively at Theresa's wrists. Theresa was thankful from the break from the beating and was able to bring her legs up and force Michelle back enough to wrap up her head in an ankle scissor to tug her backwards. It was a test of strength as Theresa struggled with her legs to pull Michelle down and backwards and Michelle tensed her abs and struggled to stay upright. In the end, Theresa pulled Michelle off and the two women got to their feet, Theresa still a bit dazed.

Michelle quickly began the offensive, forcing Theresa to block punches and kicks wildly. She actively chased Theresa around the mat, keeping the champion on the defensive. For her part, Theresa knew she had to change something fast if this was going to end well...

Only that plan was easy to think of, difficult to execute...