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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