J Cup Jenny and Iisa.

2004.

These two were separate matches with one woman per match.

Sara and her sister Rachel had driven to Kentucky so that Sara could fight her Underground Extreme Catfight Tournament 2005 Fee Paying match against Iisa, but the fight with Jenny just happened, unplanned, inside a Strip Bar not far from the hotel they had booked a room in.

Sara split J Cup Jenny?s breast open with one punch because she had a nipple ring in her breast; Sara told her to take the ring out, she was told to fuck off, so Sara showed her why she should take it out. She let her bash her around for a little bit then she hit her with everything she had.

Sara lifted her big tit off her chest with an uppercut and blood sprayed everywhere with the upper cut in her nipple which split her nipple in half with a 5" tear. The second punch ripped her breast open more, her implant fell out and her coach and the referee called the fight.

It was a short fight, but Jenny had done lots of posturing to Sara, telling her she was going to kick her ass and that she sucked as a fighter.

She was a stripper from Kentucky that had some muscle and she had gone for the biggest implants she could afford and then decided to be a catfighter; they called her J cup Jenny. She had big baby bottle nipples, when Sara and Rachel walked into the bar she had every one crowding around her, she told them she would rip Sara?s and Rachel?s tits off and the guys just fawned over her like she was a goddess.

She had built up her own reputation and had a big fan base in her bar, - well yeah, it?s easy to do when everyone in your town knows you and thinks you?re the shit. She was, in fact, a small town Bully; the other girls in the town were scared of her because she had fought all of them and won, but she had never travelled out of the state for catfights, but she must have put some work on at her catfighting, Sara judged, looking at her.

Funny as it sounds, Sara was not there to fight her, it just happened. Sara was there to do a different catfight with a woman from Turkey who had travelled there to fight her.
Right after Sara destroyed miss J cups huge tits the fight with Iisa took place - two different fights back to back.

It was September 24, it was getting close to Halloween, fall leaves were on the trees and on the ground, in Brown County they were very colorful that year; Reds and yellows and ORANGE, bright and beautiful color was everywhere, which made Sara Home sick for Montana, which is equally lovely at this time of year.

Rachel had received a package like she had got many times from the Underground Extreme Catfight Tournament (UECT), Red envelope sealed in security tape. They were sitting at the Hob Knob (caf?) eating sandwiches and drinking Pumpkin spice coffees; the owner knew Rachel and they gave them a back table where they looked at the envelope. It was a challenge for Sara, a woman from Turkey called IISA - spelled with 2 i's, (ii-sa).

Iisa was one of the women who had made it through the first round but got her tits raked bloody and KO'd in the second round, so the packet was for a standard catfight, nothing big, a $10,000 nude bitch fight, the match was to take place in Fort Knox Kentucky in a small barn, nothing fancy, but this would count as Sara?s first Fee match for the next years? tournament in 2005.

Sara and Rachel made travel plans and booked their trip; they called the hotel and booked a room. They drove 3 hours down to Fort Knox and got settled in a small strip bar on the outskirts of the suburbs between Fort Knox and Elizabeth Town.

They had a few bars and two strip clubs. Rachel and Sara picked the stripper bar and while they waited on their hotel room to be ready at 3 they decided to drink and kick back, the fight with Iisa was not until the next day at 5 PM, so they had time to kick back and enjoy a drink or two after their road trip.

The bar was pleasant enough as far as Strip bars went lots of different drinks and also beers and they had Guinness Ale on tap. So Sara and Rachel walked in and ordered two pitchers of Guinness and they found the back pool table and started playing pool.

There was a small crowd of men and there were dancers on the small stage, they were pretty and distracting but Sara and Rachel noticed there was an oil-wrestling pit on stage with a cover on it so the dancers would not fall in; they were using it as a second stage.

Most of the girls were very busty for it to be a strip bar and they saw a poster which had Melissa Mounds touring through their bar in a few days also so they thought HEY, - cool.

Sara and Rachel ordered food from the kitchen and the men near the bar who had been there before them finally decided, I guess, to work up the nerve to come up and say something stupid.

Sara and Rachel were sitting down eating in the back near the pool tables and noticed that the men had all decided to come and play pool, so no one was at the dancers stage; needless to say, a few of the dancers were more than a little pissed off; what little or few men in the bar had decided to camp out near Sara and Rachel who were wearing their usual attire, - tank tops and jeans and boots, that was it.

They got asked all the typical questions:
1) ?Are you Models??
2) ?Hey baby, what?s your sign??
3) ?Do you all Play pool??
4) ?Didn't I see you in Playboy??
And on and on?
Then when they didn't answer them:
5) ?Are you all them women body builders we hear about??
6) ?Hey baby how big are those melons of yours? I would love to play pocket pool in your cups.?
They were drunk and trying to impress Sara and Rachel.
And finally: ?I never was one for Squaws before but you I could do all night long! DAM baby!?

To call an Indian woman a ?Squaw? is a heinous insult and this insult was the last straw, Sara had had enough and said, ?Any of you arm wrestle? Then walked over to a stand up table and stretched out and cracked her knuckles. Rachel looked at them and said, ?Now you done pissed her off,? then one guy who looked like he weighed about 500lbs and stood 5' 8" came up and flexed his fat arms, ?I can take you bitch, you ain?t that tough, everyone knows you muscle types is all fer show and tell.? Sara shrugged and he said, ?I can slam you little girl.?

?Little girl?? Sara thought, ?Really, I'm 6' 1", I lift more than your weight you fat bastard!? Then he put a $100 on the table and said, ?I can beat you.? Sara said, ?Ok, fine.? The fat man put his arm up and Sara grabbed his hand, elbows on the table, and the gathered men in the room screamed, ?GO.? He pushed and Sara didn't move, his face turned red, he pushed some more, Sara didn't move. He grabbed the table and pulled, his face was as red as a beet, then Sara slammed him hard, he hit the floor, then the rest of them saw the scars on her breasts; finally they start paying closer attention, Sara is a lot bigger than they first thought, that?s when Miss J-Cups came in and wanted to know where her men were. She saw Sara and Rachel and thought that New Strippers were horning in on her gig.

She didn't think to ask first, she called Sara out: ?Hey you fucking cunt, - now you have to deal with me!? Sara looked over to the stage and saw big Bleach blond with huge tits in a tiny string bikini. She stormed over and the guys stepped back and the fat guy picked himself up off the floor; Sara said, ?What?? Standing 4 inches shorter than Sara she came up to her. She had a good build, she was well muscled and tone with huge knockers, - the best that money could buy, which made Sara?s natural FFFs look small, and she is pretty big.

J cup Jenny pressed her tits up to Sara?s and called her a gutless whore if she didn't fight her; ?Really?? Sara said. ?Only whore I see here is you bitch,? she said. Jenny grabbed her hair and yanked her to the side, Sara grabbed her top and ripped it off and showed her two pierced nipples, huge baby bottle nipples. She told Sara to leave or she would tear her tits off and use them for ear muffs; needless to say she made Sara very wet, if she wanted to fight, Sara was ready.

Jenny thought Sara had pee?d her jeans, she didn't realize she was making her very excited and the fluid was vaginal fluid. Sara told her to name her place and rules, and she said, ?No rules, - I am going to destroy you, cunt,? Sara thought, ?Really? Well things are looking up from boring to very exciting,? the bar tender opened their pit. ?What attire?? Sara asked. In answer, Jenny stripped nude and Sara did the same; needless to say everyone was screaming.

They climbed in the pit and Sara noticed that Jenny had big nipple rings in her tits and told her to take them out, she told Sara to fuck off. Sara again told her to remove her jewellery and fight her right, Jenny told her to fuck off, ?Ok, fine,? Sara said.

The guys were now in going crazy and in monkey mode jumping up and down shouting to Jenny to kill Sara, ?Rip her tits off,? ?Kick her pussy,? ?Tear her ass open,? and yet again, ?Kill her!? The bar tender said, ?Ok, if you all are ready fight.?

Sara seen a Stripper turn into a teenage girl from a school You Tube video, - she ran at me, fist flailing all about, Sara blocked half and got pissed off when Jenny hit her with her finger ring on her head. Sara shoved her back and told her to remove her jewellery, but instead she punched her in the left breast and then her right, - right, and left crosses in her breasts then kneed her upper thigh missing her crotch which was now lathered and foamy.

Sara took Jenny?s best punches in her tits and Jenny hit her in the face, - this time Sara missed the block and Jenny hit her with that dam class ring in her cheek again, she told Jenny, ?FINE YOU WANT IT ROUGH YOU GOT IT.?

Jenny came in again and Sara hit her with everything she had square in her nipple ring in her left breast >>WHAM <<, her tit came up and bashed her in her face hard, Rachel said she thought she had seen blood hit the ceiling; Jenny screamed bloody murder, but Sara was not done?

Sara slammed her right fist hard downward and split her left breast wide and saw a red gory part fall off and then her implant dropped on the floor; Sara grabbed her right nipple ring and yanked hard and fast, - blood gushed - tore 3/4 of her nipple and areola off and she dropped her nipple ring on the mats in the pit.

Sara jumped up and drove her knee in her gaping hole in her tit and blood gushed again splitting her tit wide open again, her other implant fell out and she passed out and dropped on the floor; her manager and the bartender got between them.

The police and ambulance were called, no one pressed charges, it had been a fair fight and it was JENNY after all who challenged Sara, indeed, demanded it. The cops took statements and gave Sara a warning and one cop gave his phone number (more in hope than expectation).

Sara got cleaned up in their shower back stage and that was when she heard the other girls gossip about Miss J-Cups, - she was a bully and she beat all the other girls up and did shitty things to them and what not, they hated her guts but never could do anything, so suddenly Sara and Rachel had 12 new friends. They had a little bit of a party but nothing big, lots of guys would come up during the dancers sets but none would come near her. They left around 8 and got some sleep ? and that brings us up to Iisa.

Iisa was a Turkish Albanian, which was one of Sara?s first run-ins with the Albanians, her group in the UECT were drug runners from Turkey, they would traffic drugs and slaves; Sara didn't question it, they were part of the Al Qaeda group that had stolen arms for the war, - ?I am not a soldier,? Sara said, ?So not in the fight, but I did end up killing their little racist Princess Iisa.?

Sara and Rachel drove to an old train yard and met everyone there; Sara had a red and blue bruise from J-cup Jenny's damn ring on her left cheek and few bruises but nothing bad. They saw Iisa get out of her car, which was a Limo.

Walking in to the old switch house, they had set up a wrestling ring and tables and the blond with the white mask was already there, the bell was in the corner and the judges were at the table; oddly, everytime Sara saw them or looked at the table in 12 years they all looked like they needed to take a good shit.

Sara stripped off her clothes and Rachel warmed her up, then she climbed into the ring; Iisa climbed in the ring too, she was 5' 7", maybe 155 lbs, she looked like a Gymnast with tits, - big tits, maybe 36 DD. Sara looked at her, she glared at Sara and spoke loud at her, Sara did not understand what she said so she asked Rachel and she shrugged.

The cloaked and masked Blond asked for them both to come to the center, - rules: No weapons, NO eye attacks, NO strangle holds, Sara nodded at each one, agreeing, but Iisa?s coach said Nyet!

Sara looked at the blond, as she got ready to close her robes on her tits and Sara said, ?Wait.? She re opened her robe over her tits and said Sara could speak, Sara asked what is going on? It sounded like her coach is saying something, what is going on? Iisa started to rattle off some long, long sentence, anyway they kept on talking and talking and talking, they were very mad.

Sara walked back to her corner while they screamed at the Judges; 5 minutes later she was still waiting, the judges talked and talked, finally they had the American Judge come and talk with Sara, he was from Texas and Sara had seen him before. ?So what?s the problem?? Sara asked. ?They claim that you not worth their time unless you will put up your Queen Title for her.?

?WHAT THE FUCK?? Sara exploded, ?She never made it past round 2.? This was insulting; Sara was shouting at them all, she lost her temper. The Texan judge told her to calm down, Sara asked, ?HOW DOES SOME ONE WHO DID NOT QUALIFY IN THE LAST TOURNAMENT SUDDENLY RATE TO CHALLENGE ME FOR A TITLE SHOT WITH NO FEE FIGHTS???????????????????? The group talked more and Sara said, ?Ok mother fuckers, you're wasting MY TIME. I am gone, you need me, I DO NOT NEED YOU,? then she climbed out of the ring and started to get dressed.

Iisa was getting mad and suddenly, they realized what they had just done, - they took their one chance at keeping their group in the UECT for this year and they flushed it down the toilet, they realized that they didn't have Sara over a barrel like they thought they did, she put her jacket on and started to walk towards the door, Rachel was behind her, Sara reached for the door and turned the knob, suddenly, in very, very clear English came the word ?STOP,? Sara didn't turn around, she hears again, ?STOP. ? We will withdraw our demand, we are willing to discuss terms of this fight, please do not leave.?

Sara was madder than a Hornet; she turned around and saw both Iisa and her coach speaking in very clear English. Sara was way past pissed off.

Sara turned around and looked at them from the door, she knew that they knew the Jig was UP, they had done screwed them selves, they again asked Sara to please come back to the ring, she asked them why? ?You all been lying to me from the word go,? she said. ?Why should I come back and agree to any god dam thing you would ask for?? she added.

The Judges were starting to get restless, Sara looked at them and spoke frankly, ?I do not give a shit that you all are uncomfortable with what is happening, you fuckers lied to me and you are wasting my time, so you all can fucking wait.? They sat there whispering to each other, Sara turned to the bitch in the ring: ?Iisa? Is that your name? Yes /no?? Iisa put her hands on her hips and said yes again very clearly in English.

Sara continued: ?Where the fuck do you get the idea that you deserve to go straight to the top of the list for my Title without putting in any god dam time in the tournament??? she said. ?I can name 10 women off the top of my head that are better qualified to be Queen and should be where you are right now asking for a match; - and last time I checked, you have not fought any one since the tournament, - in which, by the way, you were KO'd in the second round with your big tits a bloody mess. Now suddenly you have the skill and in 3 short months you suddenly recovered 8years worth of skills to fight me???

Sara was mad she was well past pissed off, the type of calm pissed as hell. The worse thing she could have done was move so much as an inch and Sara would have been in the ring ready to kill her ass dead; Sara wanted an answer and no one wanted to speak up, so yeah, calm stone cold anger was already gone, she was a 12 pound brick of C4 with the timer set to a dead man trigger (I don't know if you have ever seen plastic blow but it is LOUD and the blast is big).

No one wanted to give any answers and the panel of judges were looking down at the table; the cameras were still rolling, the betting was in favor of Iisa defeating Sara. She looked at them and the Albanians and said, ?TALK! - Table is open, you can hang the Title shot out of the damn way, - that is not going to happen! If you think it is, you can hit the road. There are 10 others that should ask before you, but they won't because they have honor, which is more than you have! It is clear you don't! Secondly, this is a fee match for me and for you, if you don't like it, again, you can leave, - and don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out!?

That left us with the third part; it was the only thing left to discuss: ?What type of fucking match do you want?? Sara said. ?There are only 4 styles and you best pick one of them, - KO / Sub / Maim / Death,? she said. ?If I walk out this time I am gone for good until the tournament,? she added. Iisa?s coach chose for her to fight Sara in a maim style fight. Sara looked at the Judges and told them, ?This will count as one of my Fee Catfights.? The Judges agreed and Sara started to strip nude again. The tone of the room went back from being tense to being more of a sport arena, Sara hated to break it to them, but she was not calm. She climbed into the ring and Rachel told her to let it out, show them how mad they made you.

Iisa hooked her leg straight up and balanced on one foot, I don't know if she thought that was going to scare Sara or what, Sara tensed her body to warm up and the blond in the white mask closed the robes over her tits and she signalled for the bell to be rung, some nude guy with a big erect cock hit the glass bell with the big Q-tip style beater thing and it made the familiar deep ?Dooooooooommmm~? sound.

Iisa tied her black hair back in a pony tail and told Sara to go fuck herself then she lunged at Sara grabbing her tits with both hands; Sara grabbed her face with an Eagle Claw hand and squeezed her head and face hard, Iisa raked her nails down Sara?s tits and Sara shoved her back, head-over-heels so that she landed face down on the ring floor.

Sara didn't waste time, she grabbed Iisa?s left wrist and arm and yanked her off the floor and swung her around in a circle twice, yanking her all the way and tossed her on the third swing into the corner, - she spun once, back first into the corner hitting hard, but Sara followed her right behind her and rammed her shoulder into Iisa?s sternum; Iisa gasped loud and coughed. Sara then laced Iisa?s arms around the top ropes and then climbed up on her and yanked her head back and face sat her with her full weight in the corner and locked her ankles down behind Iisa?s back.

Sara then squeezed her head like a melon between her thighs and let her full weight rest on her face; - she could not go anywhere, her head was caught. Iisa tried to bite Sara?s pussy but she nicked her inside with her tooth; Sara felt her teeth digging in, - about the same time as Iisa was kicking for air Sara had her first orgasm in this match and filled her mouth with vaginal fluid.

Iisa kicked and kicked and grabbed Sara?s ass and raked her claws down her thighs scratching bloody welts on her ass and upper thighs. Iisa grabbed Sara in a desperate death grip on her lower ass, trying to get Sara off of her. Sara squeezed her head and suddenly the Bell rung for Iisa?s break; - they rang it and rang it, Iisa kicked and Sara finally reluctantly broke the hold and climbed down.

Sara walked back to her corner and Iisa fell in the corner where Sara left her, her face covered in the fluid of Sara?s orgasm and a red purple bruise was forming in a line down her face, her nose was busted and blood ran down her front, her team climbed in the ring and dragged her over to the corner to work on her. Sara looked at her and saw that she was glassy eyed.

Yes, Sara had almost smothered her out cold. Rachel gave Sara some water and they noticed that Iisa had peed in the corner herself. The tournament Judges called for someone to clean the corner before they could finish the match. All they heard for the full 10 minutes was her coach cuss her and Sara; Iisa was hacking and coughing her lungs out. Sara filled her airway with her vaginal fluid, which had apparently made it to her lungs, people could tell by the way she was coughing; yes, Sara had almost drowned her too. Iisa got real, real quiet in the corner for about 3 minutes before the 10 minutes ran out. Her team gathered around and were real quiet too, Sara told Rachel that they were up to something, she said, ?Yeah, most likely.?

Sara looked closer but could not see what was going on. The bell rang for the break to be over with that Iisa sprang to her feet and was ready to fight. She had made one hell of a recovery. Everyone knows what happened, but Sara actually heard herself say it again; ?They gave her something to get her back on her feet. They gave her something to put pep back in her step!? The ONLY trouble with that is that usually the stimulants they use to get people back up on their feet, other than smelling salts, make you over the top excited and also unfocused. It?s as bad as giving someone pain killers and sending them to fight; they might not feel most of the pain but they could be dead on their feet and never know it.

It brought back memories of other opponents drug abuse, gave her trips down memory lane, - a long and hard walk down that lane, memories of many victories, but lots of pain and scars for those memories.

Iisa came bounding out of her corner, fists raised and cussing Sara in Albanian and also trying to make herself sound ferocious; most has something to do with the old Afghanistan legends of 3 or 5 against 5000! They had used tunnels in guerrilla warfare, they called themselves Lions.

So Iisa came at Sara roaring like she was a Lion, which is fine if you have the skills to back it up and make yourself ferocious. It?s great that she had found something to boost her confidence or rally her fighting skills. Works great if you have put the training in and fought hard to get there: what sucks is that in that year?s tournament a little 5' 5" huge tits big and well muscled girl from Spain damn near maimed her in the ring in the second round of the tournament and KO'd her. In the next round the same girl that KO'd her was killed by a woman from East Germany, she had her breasts ripped off in the catfight. Sara faced the East German in the final round, her name was Inga. Sara killed her.

So again Sara got up and walked out into the ring, she had taken 3 steps and Iisa came running at her hard and fast. - Sara had 9 moves go through her mind to counter her attack and 6 of these would cause her pain and one would kill her, but this was not a killing catfight, so the last one was out of the question. Sara did at the last second what they call the BIG BOOT move but in Sara?s case she launched a kick with it, her heel hit Iisa square in the face and she felt the >> SNAP / CRUNCH <<< under her heel and her nose was gone!

The skin hung down on her face and blood ran everywhere, - Iisa?s feet left the floor and her head snapped back as she collided with the floor, - so much for being a Lion! ? This attack works great if you are faster than the person that you are running at, but she was not.

Sara looked and saw her groaning and getting up, but even with the painkillers and uppers they gave her she still felt Sara?s foot. She rolled to her side to get up and claimed that Sara didn't let her have a break, which was untrue; she DID let her have a break. Sara place her in an Iron triangle hold on the right side and locked her ankles, Iisa screamed and she bit Sara?s upper thigh and Sara broke her arm as she did, - everyone in the room heard her arm go >> SNAP <<.

Sara twisted her wrist for good measure; she screamed and kicked at Sara. Sara grabbed her tits and yanked her off the floor and dragged her to the corner closer to the cameras. Sara got on the floor with her spread out and got behind her for the judges and the cameras to see, Sara held her in a hold from behind in a breasts rip hold, or as some would say, a good breast mauling hold, with her screaming and crying.

Sara worked Iisa?s tits into a bloody mess with her nails while Iisa?s bent knees and thighs were spread for all to see. Seven minutes of Sara raking and tearing her breasts with her nails Iisa?s breasts were scratched open and milk sacs were showing with veins, fat and milk glands. Sara ripped Iisa?s nipples off for camera as she screamed and gave up.

Sara had ripped Iisa?s right breast open in half, she passed out, they rang the bell and Sara stood up covered in blood. Sara later found out that because of how Sara displayed Iisa in front of the cameras they let her die from her wounds. They were embarrassed at how their fighter lost: I hate to say it but the Asian cultures are like that to women, they do not treat them kind if they lose.



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