Friday 29 April 2016

HAIR POOL 5 in Twos.





Fighting in conveniently loose clothing by competing ladies like Carmen and Faith, screams into excitement as they are totally committed in a grudge fight. They are not wearing bras so you wouldn't think the seriousness and the sight of breasts partially revealed in the struggle blended but of course it worked and added hugely, making the fight totally sexciting - from my point of view.



Carmen made it plain she was angry with Faith's attitude and Faith made it plain she could deal with Carmen's anger.




Carmen gets inside Sahara's arms in this hair-pull action, A1 for a normal cat-fight but....in oil? The slippery foothold insecure and tricky. 

The slaps were landed and skin reddened by the time Carmen sat on Sahara's face to finally put an end to a long run of wins by Sahara.

I think the girls and I have taken to oil fights because the three elements of basic BFuk cat-fights are present in the fights and have turned out seriously competitive.


Carmen's body forced into muscular display, terrified to lose contact with Sahara, which of course is by the hair and Sahara ain't too happy..but slappy. 





The cute bodies becoming red raw with slaps but one hand is always available for pressure on the hair, so a tug one way releases the slap or, you never know, even the start of a take-down.



A marathon fight for Sahara and Justice, they've learned each other's strengths and like boxers, suffer the hard slapping blows, so tired but they stubbornly look for the hair-pull and shift, to try and find the final take-down or to target with their free hand, a slap on injured skin: a strength-sapping fight.



Hard to tell if Amy hands have a tight hold on Lottie's hair but the pain is showing on Lottie's face just the same. ( above pic from the rematch )


No doubt about the assault on Amy's hair, Lottie is making Amy squirm in their first match.



It must be a fierce hair attack, Portia ( left ) attempts to ease the grip with her hand on Mandy's wrist in their excellent stand-up brawl.



 They are prepared to pull hair in a stand-off in between the heavy slapping attacks; when they went to the floor, they were equals. 

I'm not good on seeing the women suffer while they are fighting but in my opinion these two took me to just beyond the limits of punishing each other in a fight. Awesome viewing but I did cringe at times.

Thursday 28 April 2016

Boxing Gallery-Solo-Carmen


CARMEN






Carmen met the lot in her cat-fights at BFuk but at 5' 7" with a good body physique that easily takes the eye, wearing red panties and stockings she ventured into something new, not just posing in beegees but actually boxing another girl outdoors.



The peek-a-bo is her defence, assets dangerously at risk; the pose: pleasurably risque.





That's an aggressive flex but once you drag your eyes away from her splendid body, you can see that there may be other reasons for her proud stance: she was about to fight Faith, her sworn enemy.



The defiant face and the arms akimbo merely enhances her sexiness.



She is a sexy boxer who knows how to toy with your imagination: and Carmen, it works for me.





Red is a danger colour though any colour would suit Carmen because she is a striking woman.



The gorgeous body and the fighting pose are a contradiction for me but Carmen put herself on the line to cat-fight whoever BFuk threw at her and she always fought her best.





Got to finish with a rear view of a stalwart BFuk cat-fighter, an extraordinary woman.

Tuesday 19 April 2016

The Pub Fight Stories 4 Part 1- Sahara applies for a licence to box on the pub boxing circuit and rivalry reaches fist fight proportions. Part 1

Already making a name for herself in pub fight circles at most fight disciplines, Sahara decided to branch out and chase the boxing title at her own weight, so she donned the boxing gloves at her local gym where there was no shortage of guys and a couple of gals, literally fighting each other to coach her.




Sahara was so independent rejecting all approaches, knowing full well, they were just after her body.

Her local, The Lamb to the Slaughter, was delighted and increased her sponsorship, in fact they asked if she wanted to box that very evening at the Rose and Crown over the street. 

It doesn't take long to get a licence to box in a public house, nor it seems, to land your first fight.

Downing a pint nearby, I overheard the manager say to Sahara.

' Our girl's called off and the fight's at your weight, ' he explained,     '  Just doin them a favour, and you maybe? ' he pleaded.

Sahara looked doubtful. ' £50 quid bonus if you take the fight, ' he offered, knowing the rematch would benefit him.

Her bruises from her fight against Portia had not quite healed, so I was surprised when she accepted the fight.
  
The fight arena at the Rose and Crown was in the big cellar. An open-ended tiny box-room, 7 feet square at one end of the cellar, no room to manoeuvre.

Not Sahara's favourite venue because she liked a bit of room to move around. 

She reminded me she'd had a fist fight one night with another woman there after an argument in the pub, so boxing in the tiny area shouldn't be a problem for her, against her own weight.

Could I ever forget? ( No, I'm not a stalker! ) She'd had a casual meeting with Lacey's pal, Kitkat, and had an argument over whether Sahara could beat Lacey ( Lacey hadn't yet arrived at the pub) in a street fight.




A couple of drinks later both were still at it, revved up over insults and they started pushing each other. Separated by the manager, the girls were determined to have it out. I did get some pics.

The manager closed the pub and all the patrons trooped down to the cellar where Sahara stripped to topless ( she does tend to take the breath away ).

More modest, Kitkat wouldn't go quite so far:



though not perfect, that was ok by me because both are dishy: you wouldn't have said that after the fight!

Absolutely well-matched, both girls looking lean and proportionately curvy as their friends tie up their hair, while studying each other across the floor. Sahara was obviously so up for it, her nipples appeared to be standing to attention.

You would not believe it, unless it had been scripted, with hardly any room to swing a cat; a throwback to the fist fights of yesteryear, the two girls circled closely, slowly, short-punching each other, carefully seeking a target, deflecting where they could. 





No panic and completely in control, heads swaying, they just wanted to maximise through focus, punishment, via the fists, to the finish.  The silence deafening, other than the occasional small fist smacking into body-flesh or the face.

I couldn't determine whether they were intoxicated or just determined not to lose face, though the face was pretty much losing on both girls.

The firm bellies took the slugs easily, early on. Targeting the soft parts of the face, very soon the cuts and bruises began to appear, the punches never full force because there was no room for hay-makers but they were still slugging there, after two long minutes.

Forgiven the occasional clinch, which I have to admit, was a very sexy, intimate moment of relief from this calculated, destructive fight, so they didn't really get a breather, locked close together, they punched anywhere.

Heads over each other's shoulder, taking deep breaths, facing her opponents neck to prevent the face hit but continuing to punch the side of each other's body; sometimes the fist smacking into the ribs or landing on the soft flesh of the breast.

Low hits to their taut bellies; seen to sense when a belly hit was coming, the slightest separation: because they were so close, some punches were landing too close to the crotch area, providing a violent yet sexy view of a close encounter of a different kind, between two determined women.
 


The crowd, utterly silent, were transfixed, not believing what they were seeing.

They couldn't have been more than a foot apart, Sahara looking for a clinch, when the nine-inch punch from Kitkat, driven upwards, hit Sahara high in the solar plexus; it caught Sahara off-guard because she doubled over, winded, and a full-blown right cross caught her just under the ear, toppling her to the concrete floor.

A couple of squeals rent the hot, still, silent air - a couple of Sahara's pals, no doubt.
 
The smirk on Kitkat's bruised face was replaced by disappointment when Sahara raised herself and the slugging started up again. 



Both girls fists were suffering but there was no giving in, now slapping each other's face but Sahara's experience in grasping the hair and slapping, began to wear Kitkat down.
 
The hard knee to the tired belly in the fourth minute was the cruncher that downed Kitkat, she could not go on after that and signalled her surrender. The crowd gave both a standing ovation. 




Sahara's stamina, again.

They had suffered contusions and bleeding cuts and their plans to go dancing later that evening were abandoned.



To be honest I couldn't have asked either to dance looking like they did. On second thoughts, of course I would.

Lacey had turned up in the middle of the fight, later consoling Kitkat and I heard she'd threatened Sahara with a hiding for beating her pal. 

I thought, ' I bet Sahara replied, " You want some of me now, Bitch?" 

Sahara told me later I wasn't far wrong.


Back to the boxing.

Plenty folks had arrived to see the fight and Sahara was on first, 

    
against a mature lady called Jasmine, who boasted a delightful, truly well cared for figure, possibly even a few ounces lighter than Sahara.

Sahara met her opponent in the dressing cubby hole, where, no doubt, they sized each other up. 

I handed in the four ounce gloves and mouth guards and asked for a photograph and a statement of intent.

Jasmine looked at the gloves " What the!.... These are tiny " 

Sahara laughed and put her hand to her ear "  Was that a chicken noise. "

As they were both naked, the pic was refused, not very politely, but Jasmin fixed Sahara with a cold, hard stare ( click, got me pic - head-shot only ) and snarled ' I'm gonna kick.... your... ass.' The atmosphere was juicy.

" Sahara? " I enquired.

" She's definitely not in my league. She should join the waaayyyy tuck tuck league" she responded.

Good quotes for the bulletin write-up. 

TBC

Notable Newbie Fights 3

FAITH VERSUS PANTHER


When Faith voiced her thoughts on the old forum, she was careful not to be too confident going into her opening fight with Panther. 

Understandably, she sounded doubtful and that we, the fans, shouldn't expect too much, because catfighting was completely new to her.

She'd already set her store with sensational subtly nude pics; in one pic, in beegees with dirt marks on her body - boxing in the dirt sprung to mind. I like that thought, one more ' thank you,' of many, to Faith.






Panther was a friend of Electra's and I presume the BFuk management offered her a fight when she was there encouraging Electra in one of her fights, and she had agreed to a cat-fight.


Wow! A gorgeous woman in full bloom, who totally looks after herself. 

Panther actively encouraged Electra to trash her opponents by hair ragging ( shaking the head by the hair violently ). 

I took to calling Panther, Electra's coach, only because of her voice, off camera. ( Of course I'm nosy, I wanted to know more about her, because she was Electra's friend and I was privileged to find out and.............. so did Faith.)

Knowing that few girls at BFuk actually know anything about their opponent before the fight, I'm thinking Panther is nearer to hardcore if not more, due to her connection with and encouragement of Electra.





Sultry, sexy Faith poses before the fight and if I'm predicting pre-fight, then Faith has to contradict my thought that she is not going down hard: she didn't.

The hair situation may not figure in this fight. Faith's tied up loosely but Panther's in a pigtail, both she and Electra were not into flowing, loose hair in a cat-fight.



The uncertain smile shows in Faith's face as she studies a woman somewhat bigger then her, who looks positive and very serious. ' How's this gonna work out?' She thinks.




Panther aggressively seizes Faith in a headlock and Faith hangs in tight to resist total dominance, Panther is the definitely the stronger woman.



Faith wants the hair to figure, her clawed hand gripping Panther's tight to the scalp hair and Panther looks as if she's suffering scalp tingling as she struggles to throw Faith.



Despite resistance from a fighting Faith the throw is inevitable from Panther.




The throw is successful and Faith tumbles to the mat as Panther seeks the mount.




Faith still has a hair hold on Panther as they struggle but her extra strength is telling and there is not the slightest loophole in Panther's furious assault that Faith is able to exploit though she still resists.





Panther seizes Faith's loosened hair while she is face down between her thighs.




In the ensuing rounds Faith, her right eye bruised, faces Panther bravely, realising she can only resist the stronger and more aggressive woman, until the end of the fight.




Panther asserts herself with hair ragging, while making it clear to Faith by yelling at her, ' You can't win ' and so forcing the submission.

The score isn't applicable, Faith's resistance to a beat-down from Panther saved her dignity.


Panther made no further appearances at BFuk but you can see for yourself she would have been a considerable asset alongside Electra, perhaps in a tag team, posing in boxing gloves: I could go on but it wasn't going to happen.

Faith's baptism was an ordeal, not knowing what she was up against. Faith went down fighting and despite the injuries she sustained in the fight, the plucky lady stayed on for a considerable time at BFuk and her finest moments were yet to happen.

Sunday 17 April 2016

Boxing Gallery - Solo - Sahara

SAHARA



Butter wouldn't melt in that innocent mouth, the body and legs, very slim, the belly decidedly well looked after, overall, a beautifully orchestrated petite package of a woman, up and down 5'2".



Slender and nicely proportioned with soft curves, her hair mostly left long and thick, sometimes tints or dyed but normally inviting to an opponent to grasp and pull.



Make-up hints at maturity, the professional serious face matching the boxing glove pose in a startling two piece that accentuates her figure.


Suddenly, startlingly, topless, the face verging on the cheeky informal, just another facet behind the boxing gloves, already a winner and not a cat-fight in sight.



Fitness personified, the athletic showdown with bravado that fits her fighting personality.




She is so confident, fighting beyond her weight, the slippery slope of defeat more likely a possibility, making her fights all the more exciting.

 


' Good things come in small packages ' is true for this remarkable young woman, now into boxing training alongside cat-fighting and wrestling.


This gorgeous pose to finish is a look to her opponent ' I'm gonna knock you out. Bitch!'

Speaking of cheeky!

Monday 11 April 2016

Mandy Puts One Over Vixen


The lean, mean, fighting mature Mandy in the same lucky fight knickers she always wears ( info from BFUK ) goes up against the more rounded Vixen.

In a roll-around my money would be on Vixen; in a stand-up my money would still be on Vixen because she is a good-looking powerhouse and power-slaps awesomely.



Magnificent Mandy has proved herself, some, in the roll-around grappling and in the stand-up: I am in awe of her after her rookie fights against Sahara and Portia and the more recent slap-down of Layla.



Would it be the bedspread or the hard floor?







It's the hard floor; a stand-up likely and a solid slapfest. I've seen both slap and they have impressed me, Mandy dogged and determined, Vixen, a powerful hard slap leaving Sahara and Carmen sorely bruised, and yet, not beaten, when she fought them. 

The slaps and hair tugging are not going to win the fight but in stand-up it's who quits first, or, at the end of the third round I can decide for myself who wins. 

Bfuk are not willing to raise the hand of the winner. Wish they would then there might be more clutter discussion but cleaner stats.

I imagine very few of the BFUK fighters have ever considered the win or a loss as a vital or valid stat., and the time of keeping scores and a league table has long since disappeared, since the demise of the old forum.

To the fight: Mandy steps up to the plate, wholesomely topless, and....darn it! Vixen keeps her top on but she looks positive as she flexes herself on the start-plate, looking keener, and at the off, they go for each other's hair, looking for the hefty slap.



A slapping start, but it's a slow start for Mandy, as Vixen piles on some vicious overhead power wallops on Mandy's back ( six in a row ) which seems to redden up very quickly. No surprise there.

Unfortunately Mandy's strategy ( if she had one ) is compromised because Vixen uses her left hand and Mandy's right hand timing gains little effect. 

First round to Vixen though she had to lift her sliding downwards knickers to cover her embarrassment: topless Mandy v bottomless Vixen would be an eye-catcher.

Mandy's slaps are affected again by the bludgeoning left hand of Vixen, the slapping more hazardous as they reach for other areas of the body, the hair tugging persistent as they look for the slap.

Vixen's defence is good, she wiggles her frame to avoid quite a few of Mandy's slaps, causing Mandy to appear a bit wild with the occasional missile-swipe miss.

Mandy's timing is sometimes off due to Vixen's left hand but she's improving and Vixen is forced to fend her off or hold onto Mandy's ammunition right arm.



Oof! An explosive tit-slap stings Mandy, her left elbow automatically flexes to cuddle the after-shock where the slap landed but only for an instant, then she's back into the fray.

Second round again to Vixen. Mandy must be frustrated, seemingly unable to counter fully the points lead by Vixen though she's trying hard.

Their hair totally mussed up, the third round gets under-way and Mandy, it's now or never. Vixen is keeping her firmly against the ropes and pounding hard.





As Vixen tires she is not so able to defend herself, quite so well and Mandy gets in more hard slaps. Mandy looks determined to keep the fight going to the end, which can't be far away but Vixen seems to be wavering and the fight stops before the final whistle.






Vixen is congratulated for her win before they realise that Vixen had actually submitted and a happy Mandy accepts the credit for the win. 

Had Vixen kept it up until the fight was called to an end I reckon she had the points win though I'm pleased for Mandy, after her initial setbacks, she'd have gone an extra round just to prove her stamina. 

Lovely photo of Mandy, thrilled to finish the winner.

Score: Vixen - Defence - 8/10
                       Offense  - 9/10
                       Total    - 17/20


         Mandy - Defence - 6/10
                       Offense -  8/10
                       Total     -  14/20


Crit - Mandy stays low and head down, Vixen capitalized and kept her low to release overhead slaps frequently. Staying more up-right would have given Mandy a better view of what's coming, so her defense and offense could improve just by seeing what's about to hit her. This may suggest that the hair tugs are important in the stand-up fight and the expert at that is Sahara who has beaten both Mandy and Vixen.

Vixen stayed more upright and dodged some of the force of in-coming slaps but she gave up when the fight was nearly over. Mind you, Mandy did the same against Portia. Vaguely annoying.


Just goofin, saying is easy but Mandy is the winner and improves her stats to 2 and 2. Vixen is 1 and 3 losses. 

Is Mandy or Vixen ready for a rematch with Sahara? I'd like to think so.