Michelle fired off two punches which snapped Theresa's head back. To the astute observer, her knees wobbled a bit. Theresa counter-punched, slamming a hard right into Michelle's cheek and a left hook which Michelle blocked. Theresa was frustrated and angry and she knew that it was affecting her judgment, but she allowed herself to be fueled by her emotions and she pressed forward with a raging offensive, throwing wild punches that would have generally left her open to a counter attack, if it wasn't for the fact that she was relentless and still a fairly good fighter, keeping a tightly protective stance. She wanted to hurt Michelle, knowing how badly Michelle had hurt her with the kicks. Her body ached and issued it's own set of silent complaints as Theresa willed it onward. At first Michelle defended easily, but the speed and strength of the punches gradually took their toll and began to tag the brunette. In her weakened state, Theresa knew she had to connect perfectly to inflict the damage she wanted to, and she was quite confident that Michelle wouldn't allow it, so instead, she just had to settle for a sheer volume of smaller punches. That was what she was achieving, connecting with 1 of every 3 punches, she slowly began to force Michelle to back-pedal. Michelle futilely tried to counter-punch, but every time she cocked her fist, Theresa made her pay for it.

Finally, an overhand right connecting perfectly with the side of Michelle's head and dropped her to the floor. Theresa moved quickly to attack, taking a step forward. Unfortunately, as she did so, Michelle retaliated, slamming her heel straight up into Theresa's widely exposed crotch. The blow took the wind right out of Theresa and sent fire right up to her throat as her body was lifted slightly off the ground, and she stumbled backwards, her mouth open, clutching her wounded cunt. She recovered quickly and raced towards Michelle, who was getting slowly to her hands and knees. She grabbed the woman by her brastrap and flipped her onto her back, literally snapping the strap apart and freeing Michelle's massive breasts. Defensively, Michelle flailed wildly with her legs but Theresa dodged this skillfully and dropped a knee down onto her foe's exposed tits. Pain exploded in Michelle's chest and Theresa pounded her belly with her fist. Michelle reached up and grabbed Theresa's hair, while jamming a thumb into her crotch from behind, her arm caught behind Theresa with the way she was kneeling on her. Theresa winced with each blow to her crotch and bent over by Michelle's hairpull, she couldn't get in good punches, so instead she reached down and buried her strong hands and thick claws into Michelle's sweaty tits. Michelle roared with pain and immediatley reached up and pulled down Theresa's top, sinking her own claws into Theresa's newly exposed tits. It was now Theresa's turn to shriek, her melon-sized mammaries now suffering an onslaught at the hands of her most hated enemy.

The two women worked, squeezed and twisted titmeat furiously, eliciting whimpers and yelps repeatedly from their opponent as neither would yield. Raw flesh turned to welts and welts to bloody punctures as the battle waged back and forth, neither warrior willing to give to her opponent. Finally, Theresa stood, bent at the waist, still holding Michelle's tits but lifting them off her chest. Theresa's arms were straining as Michelle tried to free herself, but wouldn't let go of the big breasts. Theresa began to lift Michelle off the ground by her enormous breasts and now the pain in Michelle's proud chest was unbearable. Michelle pulled desperately at Theresa's tits, desperately trying to get Theresa to release her hold before Michelle had no choice but to release her own. Michelle began to see stars, and wailing in agony, finally released, her hold on Theresa's tits, grabbing Theresa's wrists and trying to break the grip. Theresa smirked and dropped Michelle, stomping her in the gut once and then finally retaliating for all of the crotch attacks, slamming her heel into Michelle's lace-covered pussy. Michelle instinctively groaned, clutching her womanhood as Theresa stumbled away to catch her breath.

Michelle rolled onto her belly to try to get to her feet and Theresa saw her chance. She leapt onto Michelle's back and reached around, grabbing her chin and pulling back wildly, stretching her back in an agonizing hold. Michelle's face was a mask of pain for the crowd to see and they asked her if she wanted to quick but she refused, despite the obvious punishing pain she was in. Theresa's face flushed red as she pulled back as hard as she could, quite possibly trying to break Michelle in half. Tears trickled down Michelle's cheeks and dripped onto her battered tits as she desperately tried to hold on and break Theresa's grip.

It was a test of wills and determination--which fighter wanted it more. Theresa poured all of her strength into the clutch as Michelle tried to hold out for Theresa to tire...She could feel Theresa tiring but wasn't sure she could endure any more pain. Theresa wailed and pulled harder, shrieking with exertion "GIVE YOU BITCH, GIVE BEFORE YOU BREAK"

But Michelle refused, tears dragging her thick eyeliner down her face. Seconds stretched into minutes as each fighter held their ground. Michelle was about to quit when she felt the slightest quiver in Theresa's grip. She didn't think she could hold out any longer though, the pain had left her practically breathless. Suddenly though, it was over...

A ragged gasp of exasperation escaped from Theresa and Michelle felt the grip change. She felt Theresa's sweaty tits press down into her back and her arms slip from her chin and reach over to her tits. Sapped of her energy, Michelle was quickly rolled into the most powerful leg scissor she had ever suffered, while her big tits were practically torn from her chest as they were pulled nearly over her shoulders. Theresa now lay flat on the floor with Michelle on top of her, clamped between her powerful legs. She tore viciously at the soft underside of Michelle's big breasts as she felt Michelle desperately prying at her vise-like thighs. Michelle now struggled for a breath. She was losing and she was beginning to panic. She had beaten this bitch twice in her life and had not lost a fight since the 5th grade. She was scared and desperate and the room was starting to spin as she couldn't get air into her body. She felt Theresa tighten her hold as she shimmied as much as she could between the bitch's legs. She planted her own legs, trying to use leverage to escape the hold and she flailed wildly, throwing her head back.

The back of her head snapped wildly into Theresa's face somewhere. The pain in Michelle's head caused her eyes to swim and she suddenly blacked out.

Michelle gradually awakened with blurry vision and a foggy head. The crowd was roaring and she had no idea what was going on. She had no idea how long she had been out for and the last thing she remembered was the solid crack of the back of her head on the front of Theresa's. Obviously she had been knocked out--she couldn't believe the bitch had beaten her--after all this time, the bitch had finally gotten her revenge. After not losing a fight since the fifth grade, she finally had met her match, and boy had she gotten her ass kicked...

The room came into focus. She looked around and was astonished at what she saw. Just a few feet away was Theresa, apparently unconscious, apparently from the same blow that had knocked out Michelle. Michelle instinctively got to her feet.

Theresa stirred.

The fight was over. That was clear. As Theresa also got to her feet, neither fighter was sure of one thing: who won?





EPILOGUE:


The decision of the club was definitive though: Double knockout--champion gets to retain the title.

There would be a rematch. For Michelle, she considered herself still undefeated. For Theresa, she felt that she had her retribution--she had fucked that bitch up. More importantly, she'd have another shot at her.