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Rebecca Catfighter: Tooth And Nail Part 10 by albonia
Rebecca Catfighter: Tooth And Nail Part 10
“I went easy on you that time. It won’t happen again.” Rebecca could see that for the first time, Megane was really frustrated. Good. She’d need to use that to her advantage if she was going to at least tie it up. Rebecca was behind 2-1 and with less than ten minutes, she’d have to stop reacting and actually start thinking. Another thing working against Rebecca is that her tank was nearing empty. After taking a beating for fifteen minutes, she needed to end this fast.

“You’re so full of shit,” Rebecca fired back. “You did almost have me, but you screwed up and now I’m in your rear view mirror. Tell me, how’s your tummy holding up?”

Without thinking, Rebecca saw Megane touch her waist and then quickly went to her hair. “It’s no big. I’m going to-“ but she was cut off when Rebecca advanced towards her. Megane’s back hit the wall and she instinctively brought her knee up to protect her midsection. Rebecca grabbed Megane’s protecting knee and trapped it between Megane’s other leg and Rebecca’s body. Then, Rebecca pressed her right arm into Megane’s right shoulder, leaving the blonde’s midsection so wide open, she could write the lyrics to Rhianna’s ‘Love Song,” and still find room under her belly button.


Rebecca unleashed the heavy artillery into Megane’s midsection. Megane cried out in pain and tried to escape her tormentor’s hold with no luck. “Give up,” demanded Rebecca, but Megane wasn’t cooperating. Rebecca grabbed a handful of wavy blonde hair and yanked Megane into the center of the mats and shoved her face down.

As Megane tried to get up, Rebecca stood over her prone opponent, placed her foot into the small of her back, grabbed both wrists and pulled back in an excruciating standing surfboard. Megane gritted her teeth but the pain was as obvious as the sky was blue. Sensing that this would not be the hold that would secure a second submission, Rebecca changed it up. She pulled back on Megane’s arms so that her chest was off the mat and then drove her foot into her back, like she was squashing a bug. Megane’s face and body bounced off the mat, leaving her dazed.

Wasting no time, Rebecca turned Megane over onto her back. Megane was still too stunned to effectively fight back and before she knew it, Rebecca had wrapped her legs around her left arm, laid her body across Megane’s chest and secured her right arm with her hands. Megane was flat on her back caught in a crucifix and once again, her body lay wide open.

Rebecca used her left hand to hold down Megane’s left hand and proceeded to drop punches into Megane’s exposed torso. “This is actually something I thought of ahead of time,” confided Rebecca. Megane’s grunts were getting louder with every punch. Rebecca decided to change it up and get a little payback by alternating between breast squeezing and breast punching.

“AGH, Stop it, you-“ Megane howled before getting cut off by Rebecca. “Are you giving up, ‘Miss Pelletier?’”

Rebecca put everything she had into pounding, squeezing and punching Megane’s torso and after forty-five excruciating seconds, Megane finally coughed up her surrender. “Fine, I tap, stop, get OFF!”

Rebecca turned back to look into Megane’s pained face, put both hands on her opponent’s chest and pushed herself up, Megane suitably grunting underneath.

The score was even, tied at two-up. Five minutes and one fall to decide this hard fought contest.




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Rebecca Catfighter: Tooth And Nail Part 9 by albonia
Rebecca Catfighter: Tooth And Nail Part 9
“AAAAGGHHH!”

“What a wonderful singing voice you have, Becky,” taunted Megane. She got another verse from Rebecca, this time pulling back so far that Rebecca was almost looking into the ceiling lights.

Megane leaned in and locked eyes with Rebecca. Despite the pain she felt, Rebecca showed no quit in her eyes. “I see you need some more convincing,” Megane said, as if she were selling real estate. She yanked back on Rebecca’s chin until the redhead’s back was bending the wrong way in a C shape.

“Ready to give? I’m only going to ask you nicely this one time,” offered Megane.

Rebecca said, “Fuck you,” her Boston accent coming out stronger now so it sounded like Fahk yoo.

Megane yanked back and replied, “Oh, I’m about to, my little bitch. Before you we make this contest 3-0 and counting, let’s talk about some changes.”

The pain in Rebecca’s spine was climbing to Threat Level Red and she was gasping for breath. She saw that Megane’s grip was tight but her gaze was casual, as if she were about to read her grocery list.

“I think every Friday morning, you’re going to have an extra large cup of French Vanilla from Dunkin Doughnuts waiting for me. Let’s say for a month. What do you say, Becky?”

Rebecca narrowed her eyes and grunted as she struggled to free herself. Megane shook her head and yanked back on Rebecca’s hair. “Oh, two months? Gosh, thanks Becky!”

Megane slid her hands over Rebecca’s breasts and said, “And I think from now on, you’re going to start addressing me as Miss Pelletier.” She then squeezed down on Rebecca’s breasts.

“RRGHH,” cried Rebecca and struggled even harder. Megane released her grip and continued her demands. “I think, maybe, ‘Miss Pelletier, MA’AM, is more like it.” Megane postponed her breast torture to enjoy herself. Rebecca couldn’t submit. Not to be three down and not to give in to this bitch’s demands. She knew she’d only have one shot at this and now was the time.

Rebecca was able to drop her torso slightly and shift her hips from side to side fast enough to move Megane off-balanced, free her arm and twist onto her side. However, Megane was still sitting on Rebecca’s side, albeit a much less painful predicament. Both women sensed the need to act quickly. Megane, going with something that worked before, shot in for a double breast claw. In turn, Rebecca was able to lock in a waist scissors and here the battle for the third fall would be decided.

Ignoring the claws in her breasts as best she could, Rebecca squeezed Megane’s waist with everything she had and was rewarded with the breast claw’s release. Megane now fought to pry out of the body scissors. Rebecca remembered that Megan broke out of this last time so she rolled Megane onto her back, and Rebecca lay on top of her. Now, Megane would have to worry about Rebecca’s weight on top of her, as well as the body scissors. It didn’t hurt Rebecca’s cause that her well-endowed chest was pressing into the side of Megane’s face. Not a smother, Megane’s airway was clear, but her face was smooshed flat into the mat with zero wiggle room.


Sensing Megane’s difficulty to breathe, Rebecca poured on the pressure the body scissors. It came as a huge relief, when Megane tapped and said, “Okay, okay, get off me.” Rebecca was spent and went limp rather than release the hold. Megane angrily shoved Rebecca’s legs away and stalked a few paces away. “Keep your fat tits out of my face,” she complained. Rebecca could only lie there catching her breath and more importantly enjoy getting on the board.

The clock read 11:35pm. Ten more minutes to score two more falls.


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Rebecca Catfighter: Tooth And Nail Part 8b by albonia
Rebecca Catfighter: Tooth And Nail Part 8b
Megane feinted in a few times, and Rebecca hated that she recoiled. ‘Two for flinching,’ as the saying went. Megane dove in to try and yank Rebecca’s feet out from under her, but Rebecca was able to avoid it, barely. Megane shot up to her feet and pursued Rebecca until the redhead’s butt hit the wall. Megane wrapped her hands around the back of Rebecca’s neck, and this was the break Rebecca was hoping for.

Before Megane could start unloading knees into Rebecca’s midsection, Rebecca’s boxing prowess kicked in, and she seized Meagane around the hips, clutching some of her shorts in the process and drove her 180 degrees into the wall with a resounding thud. She hammered her hip into Megane’s hip and fired right uppercuts into Megane’s stomach and chest.

Megane tried to cover up but Rebecca was surgical with her blows and landing a high percentage of them. When covering up didn’t work, Megane worked feverishly to grab at her attacker’s wrists with success.

“Come here, you little-“ Megane was interrupted when Rebecca dug her forehead into just under Megane’s cheek. Megane growled in either shock or discomfort, or maybe a mixture of the two. Rebecca freed her left hand and began punching Megane again in the stomach.

To say that Megane didn’t like receiving blows to her belly would be like saying that rock concerts are loud. It would be an understatement. She was able to shake free of Rebecca only to have the redhead grab her by the straps of her bra and shove her back into the wall. Rebecca connected with a jab, cross, hook combination to Megane’s chest, forcing air through clenched teeth with each blow.

Again, Megane tried to shake free and this time Rebecca yanked hard on her hair, pulling her onto her butt. Megane scrambled, hooked her hands behind Rebecca’s knees and took her feet out from under her. Rebecca landed square on her back, which sounded like a gun shot off the mats. Megane shot up the length of Rebecca’s body, but Rebecca wrapped her legs around Megane’s waist and squeezed.

“AGH,” grunted Megane and when she worked to pry Rebecca’s legs from around her, she caught a stinging slap to the face.

SMACK!

The force of the slap sent Megane over onto her side and stunned the blonde for several seconds. Rebecca was enjoying the turn of the tide and was feeling confident. She was squeezing her opponent like a tube of toothpaste. Could she pick up a submission with this? Before she could find out, Megane began pressing forward, rolling Rebecca up like carpet in the process. Rebecca squeezed harder.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH,” she cried and reached out and clawed at Rebecca’s breasts. The breast claws hurt, no denying that, but the unexpected nature of the attack, the shock of it surprised Rebecca more than pained her. It was enough for Megane to break free and push Rebecca’s legs out of the way.

“Says the bitch clawing my tits,” Rebecca countered, but even as she said the words, Megane was mounting her back. She tried to buck Megane off of her and she thought she succeeded but Megane dropped the entirety of her weight down on Rebecca’s lower back, flattening the redhead. Knowing that this was a bad state to be in, Rebecca attempted to pull herself out from under Megane, but it wasn’t meant to be.

Megane scooted up and settled her butt into the small of Rebecca’s back. She quickly snatched Rebecca’s elbows and secured them around her knees. Then, Megane laced her fingers underneath Rebecca’s chin and pulled back locking in a textbook Camel Clutch.



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Rebecca Catfighter: Tooth And Nail Part 7-8a by albonia
Rebecca Catfighter: Tooth And Nail Part 7-8a
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Megan looked at the clock. “Wow,” she said. “Two tap outs in less than three minutes.” Megan put extra emphasis on the words, ‘tap outs.’ She rose from Rebecca’s prone body and looked around, as if to acknowledge an imaginary crowd.

“I think tomorrow morning, I’m going to bring everyone in the gym over to this exact spot, and show them just where I kicked your ass. And how many submissions will I get from you? Another ten? Maybe twenty?” She giggled at the thought and Rebecca could imagine what a bitch she must’ve been growing up.

Rebecca sat up and was beyond frustrated. Megane changed the parameters of the fight so she could run up the score on her. If this were two out of three falls, this would be over and done with. Playing into Megane’s hands, she had another twenty-seven minutes to..what? Survive? Mount a comeback? Get rolled?

Megane produced a bottle of water from her bag. “Do you need a break, Becky? Your face is all flushed and blotchy.”

Rebecca willed herself to one knee. “I just need a minute.”

Megane took a quick sip and made a deliberate production of looking at the time. “Oh sure, take all the time you need.”

“I could really go for an ice-cold Poweraid, right now. Couldn’t you,’ Megane teased. “Nice and cold.”

Rebecca steadied on two feet and tried to focus on her gameplan. What was it again? Before she could think on it more than a moment, Megane interrupted her.

“You’re not trying to run out the clock, are you? I mean, I guess we could just stop now if you can’t handle it.”

Rebecca shot back, “I’m fine. Let’s do this.”

Megane smiled back like Rebecca was a Thanksgiving dinner.


-8a-


Megane feinted in a few times, and Rebecca hated that she recoiled. ‘Two for flinching,’ as the saying went. Megane dove in to try and yank Rebecca’s feet out from under her, but Rebecca was able to avoid it, barely. Megane shot up to her feet and pursued Rebecca until the redhead’s butt hit the wall. Megane wrapped her hands around the back of Rebecca’s neck, and this was the break Rebecca was hoping for.

Before Megane could start unloading knees into Rebecca’s midsection, Rebecca’s boxing prowess kicked in, and she seized Meagane around the hips, clutching some of her shorts in the process and drove her 180 degrees into the wall with a resounding thud. She hammered her hip into Megane’s hip and fired right uppercuts into Megane’s stomach and chest.

Megane tried to cover up but Rebecca was surgical with her blows and landing a high percentage of them. When covering up didn’t work, Megane worked feverishly to grab at her attacker’s wrists with success.

“Come here, you little-“ Megane was interrupted when Rebecca dug her forehead into just under Megane’s cheek. Megane growled in either shock or discomfort, or maybe a mixture of the two. Rebecca freed her left hand and began punching Megane again in the stomach.

To say that Megane didn’t like receiving blows to her belly would be like saying that rock concerts are loud. It would be an understatement. She was able to shake free of Rebecca only to have the redhead grab her by the straps of her bra and shove her back into the wall. Rebecca connected with a jab, cross, hook combination to Megane’s chest, forcing air through clenched teeth with each blow.

Again, Megane tried to shake free and this time Rebecca yanked hard on her hair, pulling her onto her butt. Megane scrambled, hooked her hands behind Rebecca’s knees and took her feet out from under her. Rebecca landed square on her back, which sounded like a gun shot off the mats. Megane shot up the length of Rebecca’s body, but Rebecca wrapped her legs around Megane’s waist and squeezed.



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Rebecca Catfighter: Tooth And Nail Part 6 by albonia
Rebecca Catfighter: Tooth And Nail Part 6
-6-

Being a boxer by nature, and not being able to strike her opponent above the neck, something Rebecca had insisted on, was starting to look like a magnificent blunder. She had studied catfighting, wrestling and MMA (thanks to the power of YouTube) but all of that was forgotten the second she slapped Megane across the face. From across the way, Megane was fighting a losing battle of subduing a self-satisfied smirk.

“Ready for round 2,’ Megane called out.

“Yeah, no problem.”

The two combatants circled each other and this time, Megane struck first. She sent a jab just under Rebecca’s collarbone. Rebecca absorbed the jab easily enough, but that’s never the intent of a jab, as her boxing experience reminded her. Megane made the most of her split-second advantage and seized Rebecca by the sides of her neck. Instinctively, Rebecca shot her hands up to grab her attacker’s wrists, and while she did that, Megane stuck her foot into Rebecca’s midsection and rolled backwards.

Rebecca caught a flash of the overhead lights before landing on her back. Her mind was chaos, like a kicked beehive. Rebecca looked up and her world was upside-down, literally, and Megane was charging in. Rebecca sat up, and tried to scoot away but Megane pounced and wrapped her left arm around Rebecca’s neck in a front face headlock.

Megane was straddling Rebecca’s lap, while cranking her neck at an awkward, near ninety-degree angle. Rebecca was trapped with all of Megane’s weight bearing down on her core. She did the only thing that she could think of, she tried to pry Megan’s front face headlock off and then, switched to short uppercuts into her opponent’s ribcage.

Megane tightened her grip, Rebecca’s head on the side of her chest, her mouth near Rebecca’s ear. She continued to crank on the chokehold and was feeling supremely confident in hearing her opponent gurgle as she fought for air and relief. When Rebecca started trying to punch her way out, Megane began firing punches of her own into Rebecca’s ribcage. First a few quick ones and then she put some extra effort into them the sound of stone falling from a great height. Blind in the headlock, her head threatening to rip off its base at any second and the pain rising in her ribcage, Rebecca tried stopping the incoming fist that was tenderizing her ribs, while also trying to slip out of the headlock. This was not efficient multi-tasking. Neither was anywhere near successful and Rebecca began tapping on Megane’s shoulder.

“Are you tapping out, honey,” cooed Megane.

Rebecca tapped more frantically, the tapping on Megane’s sholulder was louder than she could croak, “Yes.”

Megane released her hold and with both hands, roughly shoved Rebecca in the chest, causing her to bounce off the mat. Rebecca groaned and rubbed her neck, hoping it could soothe the pain away. Megane remained seated on Rebecca’s stomach and it finally dawned to Rebecca why Megane made the change from best of three falls to thirty-minute iron woman. Rebecca looked up and saw Megane beam triumphantly down at her.


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Charlierock2 Featured By Owner 18 hours ago  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Do you remember when we were talking about the anime "Wanna Be the Strongest in the World" and you were saying that the main character's losing streak was a bit crazy? Well, I was doing some reading at work and spotted a couple of times a rookie had this losing streak going. You'll never guess who one of them was; Leon! As in Ray and Leon. She debuted with a sixty match losing streak.

I think it seems like a crazy long losing streak to us because despite our best wished 50-50 booking has still somehow took root in our Western Wrestling culture.
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albonia Featured By Owner 17 hours ago  Professional Digital Artist
I suppose it's all relative and realistic if you take into consideration all of the house shows and stuff, and the fact that it's scripted, obviously. In Wanna Be The Strongest, Sakura was in legit combat wrestling and while I get the culture is like, hey you need to suffer through this before you can get better, it seemed like it was a bit much.

But very cool find! I've enjoyed Ray and Leon's work in SHIMMER. :D
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Charlierock2 Featured By Owner 17 hours ago  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I was pretty surprised. I knew there were some joshi that had horrible losing streaks as a rookie but never thought it would be someone as accomplished as her.
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mayydayy Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2016   Digital Artist
Thanks for the fave! :heart:

Paige VanZant fanart contest submission by mayydayy
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darkmark90 Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2016
Thanks for the watch!  I've been watching your stuff for years.
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chernika Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2016
Great gallery !! Love all your wrestling drawings !! :thumbsup:
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jeandulin Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2016
Awesome art man!! Happy to see another drawer there!!
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albonia Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2016  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks! I appreciate that. :)
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jeandulin Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2016
No problem, I love your work man! You draw subject I like
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albonia Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2016  Professional Digital Artist
We both have great taste. :XD:
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