The Pub Fight Stories 3 - Sahara Sacks Her Manager.

                                                       ( Female Lightweight Titles )

                              The Women's South England Pub Fight Champion.

                                                                    SAHARA
  

  
                 Sahara poses for photographs at the weigh-in.                                              

                                                                          VERSUS


                                                                          PORTIA
  
                                                           The Midlands Pub Fight Champion

                                                                

For real, Sahara and Portia already had a topless, slapping BFuk fight. It turned out a draw and a wicked fight at that.

In a previous pub fight story, Portia lost to Mandy but according to Portia she didn't beat her fair and square. It was a friendly, so Portia's title was not on the line.

Mandy wouldn't give her a rematch, so the ambitious Portia texted Sahara and challenged her to fight at her  pub ' The Cat and Fiddle ' with a date, offering £300 of extra sponsorship money on top of the £600 fight purse, with £500 to the winner plus their titles.

Sahara's manager had refused to agree the fight but Sahara was fed up, she hadn't had a fight for a month, after her win on home turf against Mandy. 

Besides, the purse offered was substantial; not only that, but Portia was the Midlands champion, which was a title Sahara needed, to further her ambition to become the UK pub champion, so she sacked her manager and took the fight.

Always confident, Sahara haggled the purse and narrowed it to ' winner takes all.' 

Only twenty deep-pocket sponsors were permitted to view the fight, ten from each pub, because of increasing popularity and there had been crowd trouble from previous fights.

The press gathering and the weigh-in was to take place on the night, the fight to kick off at mid-night.


Sahara and her sponsors arrived at the Cat and Fiddle where the atmosphere was tense, though the supporters were confident in their own girl; the weigh-in, though under the broader weight limits, was without incident: after all, it was a title fight.

The friendly discussions over the ale about the fight were the weight difference and the punching power and both these stats favoured Portia.

While Sahara's sponsors insist her staying power was by far the most telling factor and that she would prevail.

The press interview was under-way where Portia insisted she would win the fight, no matter the rules, and Sahara was not interested in speculation, saying it was business and she would do the business.

The committee discussed the rules of the fight until all seemed satisfied -  a fight to the finish with taped fists , wearing only briefs and no biting.  ( I like that committee.)

The girls stripped down there and then, entering the area in the pub cleared of tables with the crowd around them on three sides and sawdust on the floor.

   
Not much room to fight so it had to be a close encounter and for the first time I saw Sahara doubtful, arguing with the officials and I reckon she was not so happy at the disorganised space, losing the advantage of speed while Portia could plod and punch to her heart's content: Sahara's complaint was met with a shrug of the shoulders.

Sahara's supporters shout ' Fix.' They understood her dilemma.

Undaunted, Sahara took off her top, flexing herself ready, her slim muscles rippling on her thin, shapely frame, her supporters ecstatic at her attitude.

Popping in their mouth-guards, the girls shake hands before their hands are quickly taped: the crowd growing excited from murmuring to increasing shouts of support.

 Closing in, Portia's hopeful right misses while Sahara's delicate fists bang quickly into Portia's taut belly with little effect. Before Portia can reply, Sahara is out of her reach.

Using her speed, Sahara repeats the tactic after another wild swing from Portia but this time after two swift punches to Portia's belly, a vicious little uppercut to Portia's jaw has her fans roaring, as she again dances out of reach, but with so little room, bangs into hostile supporters who push her into the path of Portia.

 
Off balance, Sahara is stunned by a left and right to her head and face. Portia's fans are cheering as Sahara shakes her head to clear her dizzyness. 

Seeing the effect of her punches, Portia's fists move like pistons as she circles Sahara but her timing is not that good, missing more than she connects, allowing Sahara to recover.

Slip-sliding, darting in again, the swashbuckling Sahara grips Portia's short hair keeping close in to her side, ramming the heel of her hand upward forcing Portia's head up whilst kneeing her lower abdomen and thigh.

 

Portia loses her temper, swinging wildly as Sahara's fists beat a tattoo on her ribs, breasts and belly.

Portia angrily grabs hold of Sahara's flowing hair, pulling her close and cruelly breast punches her several times. ' How do you like it ' she screams. 

Sahara squirms out of reach, obviously hurt, massaging her breasts but Portia crowds her, landing several half-decent face shots. 

They exchange a barrage of punches, neither giving way as the skin reddens until Sahara releases a kick to to the inside of Portia's thigh.

Sahara is looking for a rest as Portia plods after her throwing punches and kicks.

Sahara looks for her rest, unbelievably hanging from Portia's neck, both feet off the floor, Portia takes the strain as Sahara encircles her waist with her legs. 

Obeying shouts from her supporters, Portia's fists beat against Sahara's ribs, and continues to stand. 

Sahara loosens her hold to escape the punches. Not a successful rest-break.

Testosterone levels increasing, the strained voices from the crowd on the verge of losing control in support of their girl.

Circling each other, looking for an opening, Portia lunges for the hair and Sahara bangs her forehead into Portia's face. Sahara uppercuts furiously, Portia's head bobbing up and down from the hits but she hangs on to Sahara's hair, unleashing a powerful front knee strike into Sahara's midriff.

Sahara is bent over and tries to back off but Portia, still gripping Sahara's hair, brings her head down against her rising left knee. Sahara reels back, her hands over her face, sinking to her knees as Portia follows through, swinging her leg to take a mount.

Twisting and turning frantically, ( knowing full well the danger from Portia astride and dominating her) Sahara releases herself from Portia's grip, in a panic, scrabbling to her feet out of Portia's reach.

 

Portia, her face now badly bruised and bleeding, stands more slowly, raising her arms at the success of the take-down with what seems to be a smile on her face: her supporters raise their arms and chant her name.

Blood running from her nose and mouth, Sahara groggily keeps her fists up, going through her boxing motion and Portia, feeling confident, closes in, throwing punches The crowd erupts as a solid right hand into Sahara's face knocks her to the floor.

Sahara is up after a few moments to her fans relief but blood is escaping from a cut above her eye .

Sahara ducks and throws herself into a sticky, wet clinch, her right hand finds Portia's short blond hair, a fierce, powerful tug shifts Portia's equilibrium, a further tug with both hands brings her to her knees.

Two fast elbow shots to cheek and nose leaves Portia looking helpless, her knuckles trailing the floor. The immediate turnaround appreciated by Sahara's relieved supporters.

Sahara backs away, looking for a brief rest from a dazed Portia, now bleeding from cuts to her eye, nose and lip.

Portia has half risen but Sahara doesn't waste a second, a right foot kick to her head, drops Portia to the floor.



Is it over?

The minute is being counted, Portia's crowd urging her furiously, to get up.

Portia  desperately grabs Sahara's legs, bringing her down, where their sweating bodies tangle and writhe in the sawdust

Pulling hair, twisting heads they punch breasts, stomach and thighs, frantically.

Portia grips and squeezes the inside flesh of Sahara's thigh: Sahara yelps from the pain and furiously escapes to get to her feet, massaging her thigh. 

A little slower, Portia rises.

Sahara yells " Is that how you want it ? " 

A tired looking Portia beckons Sahara in.

Sahara's wild charge is met with a head punch and an uppercut. Sahara wobbles as Portia  drives another solid right into her stomach. 

The fist fight is clearly working well for Portia and Sahara seems determined to suffer and have it out with her. 

Portia does not appear to have the knockout punch and some of her zing has now gone.

Sahara cannot resist, she feints and two wicked little knuckle shots to the ribs, force Portia into retreat, followed closely by a couple of face punches. 

Backed up, weakly kicking out at Sahara's legs, Portia falls among the onlookers but willing hands pushes her back into the arena where the girls clinch. 

Leaning against each other, their bodies bathed in sweat, mouths wide open sucking in air, while taking a breather. The crowd urges them on, hoarse with excitement.

Portia's head butt is avoided by a now confident and galvanized Sahara as they exchange short punches to the lower body and breasts mixed in with sneaky uppercuts: Portia finds difficulty keeping up. 

The watching crowd in a frenzy, Portia grips Sahara's breast and squeezes hard forcing Sahara, in obvious pain, to knee upwards: hard.

The blunt knee to Portia's lower abdomen is powerful and too much, she folds over, her hair gripped and twisted by Sahara forcing her to the sawdust.

Gripping her hair, Sahara knees and kicks her furiously, her elbows slice wickedly into Portia's upturned, already bloodied face. 

Sahara is on a roll, her supporters roaring her on and Portia is on both knees now: her supporters subdued.

Another vicious knee strike to the head and Portia is on her back: the minute count begins, her chest heaving to take in much needed oxygen. Her head moves from side to side, as if not understanding what has happened. Her supporters scream in agony for her to rise and fight.

Sahara looks shattered, the last frenzy of energy has taken it's toll.

Portia seems to realise where she is, hears her fans and struggles to her hands and knees, her face a mask of blood, her almost naked and bruised body looking so vulnerable but Sahara ( within the rules ) kicks Portia's ribs twice, grips her shoulders and knees her chin. 

The tired-out Portia has had it, she is down again and looks beaten.


Breathing hard, Sahara waits, rocking on her feet, bloody and bruised, so tired, her fists on automatic attention and still at the ready but Portia is not going to move: she is counted out. 

Sahara is announced the winner in the 13th minute of the fight.  

Her minder hurriedly escorts the exhausted champion from the fight arena, though she manages a quick wave, she will take time to recover, Portia was a tough fight.

Never under-estimate Sahara's stamina, she proved again she can undo the hopes of women bigger than her; mind you, she does take a lot of punishment to get her wins but it's her belief we follow and support, her will to deny her opponent victory, so far, unshakeable.

Sahara doubled her fan support and her championship belts that night.

Some questions remain: who's next?

And will the lovely Portia, stripped of her title, ever fight again? After that beating, I doubt it.

Notable Newbie Fights 2

SELINE VERSUS RIA.

I don't know if BFuk found these two young ladies on a model's list or if they were recruited off the street but when BFuk told them they were there to cat-fight each other, according to BFuk rules, surely they had a giggle over that but they carried off the stare-down well.

Amazing: isn't it? Like some of you, I often ponder and wonder why, besides the money?

They sure laid any giggling to rest when they faced each other, Seline, magnificently topless and Ria in bra and panties. 

They definitely took on the brief but the quicker Ria, aggressively dominated at the outset. Grief! You'd think it was personal as Seline rode the storm. Some cat-fight loving fans might think there was something personal.                     

Nothing in the fight rules spared, hair attacks and slapping enthusiastically chased. 

Two pretty girls at war with each other and like other, all newbie fights, quite spectacular to watch but becoming predictable. The nudity is a large part of the action attraction.

The aggressive Ria harassed Seline persistently. She was desperately struggling and failing to gain leverage over over the aggressive Ria.

Seline had seemingly accepted that she had to fight from below Ria but towards the end of the fight, was there a dip showing in Ria's aggressive energy? Perhaps she was tiring and could Seline capitalize on that.

Would you believe it: payback for Seline.  The shoe is on the other foot now as the fight nears the final shout.

The fight was clearly Ria's all the way and she has that bemused look on her face at the conclusion, while an exhausted Seline lies back all hot and bothered, ( like me ) probably just as puzzled, having rescued herself from the brink of defeat.

It perhaps pays to wait for the moment; somewhat reminiscent of Natalie in her fight strategy: willing to take punishment until that moment comes but I'm not suggesting Seline knew it would, or even thought it could develop as it did.

Seline did go on to fight and lose to the more experienced Holly. 

I absolutely envisioned Ria versus Justice in a tough, slugging battle but Ria had other plans and was lost.

Score: Ria won two rounds and was just edged out in the last round because.......she submitted.

Topless, against the odds, is on a winning streak again.

Notable Fights 2

JUSTICE VERSUS FAITH

Overall smaller than the more experienced Faith, Justice had comfortably settled in at BFuk having had cat-fights against Sahara and Drucilla, including a boxing match against the same Drucilla.

Justice had proved she could use her fists in that boxing match, but was perhaps a tad early in her cat-fight experience to tackle Faith;  a shade bigger and heavier, as was her experience.

Two boxing bashes already in her repertoire qualified Faith to present her fists and she  was in her comfort zone at BFuk, ruling the roost at the time, with Natalie absent but hovering in the shadows, posting on the old forum she wanted the fight against Faith. 

I wasn't taking her seriously. ( When it comes to cat-fights my patience is non-existent.)

The word ' bitch ' is on Natalie's lips ( above ), funnily enough Faith was using that very same word.... about Natalie. Bring...it...ON!

( Natalie wouldn't commit herself to fight Faith at the time and I was a bit frustrated, to say the least, because I knew Faith was up for it but Natalie, as far as I was concerned, was delaying the inevitable: according to me. )  

But I digress - I had become a staunch admirer of Justice; when the fight was announced, tbh she was the innocent between her and Faith but I knew she had steely reserves, her marathon tough draw against the fantastic Sahara was a very respectable bench-mark. 

Her dismissal of the much bigger ( cuddly ) Drucilla at cat-fighting and boxing, singled her out for, hopefully, even better things to come, so I couldn't dismiss her chances against Faith entirely. 

Faith had already trounced Drucilla and that kept her, the odds on favourite with the bookies. How much fight did Justice have in her. Could she take Faith? And did Faith have a breaking point in the face of dour stubborness?

Interesting cat-fight....but I was in Faith's corner, much as I admired Justice.

Perhaps Justice, seeing herself beating Faith as a stepping stone to stardom and Faith looking to continue her reign, so the prospect of a good fight was raising the adrenaline, the more I thought.  

Faith, I can imagine, provocatively released her hair as they faced each other up, loose and long, cascading confidently past her shoulders, down her back which must have been inviting to Justice as they began the fight.

Faith seems contemptuous as Justice gets stuck in. Plenty of thick hair for Faith to grip as she begins to search for Justice's pain threshold.

Using taunts, gets a definite flare-up from Justice who also wants to check out Faith's pain threshold. In the stand-up Justice resumes her cool and gives out, perhaps more than she receives.

What! 

I remind myself: Justice fought Sahara in stand-up mode for ages and looked inexhaustable.

 

Spunky Justice shows determination and aggression when needed, taking full advantage of Faith's abundant hair. Has Faith underestimated Justice?

Not when her strength and hair work, gets Justice to the floor when there follows a fortunate round break.

Justice proved she can punch when she boxed Drucilla. She can also slap hard, keeping Faith on the defensive at times. Both are showing plenty slap injury.

Faith's strength gets Justice to the floor again where she struggles from below. Queen of the floor, Faith exposes and exploits Justice's lack of experience.

Fortunately, the end of the round puts the fight back on it's feet and Justice revisits Faiths taunts, her anger showing in her attacks, her slaps sinking hard into Faith's flesh.

And we're back to the hair pull, thrust and slap of the stand-up, which is much more exciting to me and is where I get a true measure of the fighters appearance and resolve and not merely based on strength.

Both clearly showing the signs of skin laceration: Justice, in the stand-up is more than a match for Faith.

Justice had learned from her fight against Sahara, the manipulation of the hair getting her good results though Faith counters with her strength advantage.

The final round and the stand-up continues. Faith now needs to take Justice to the floor.

That moment eventually comes and Faith is astride her, there is no way back for Justice.

Although Justice fights from below, Faith maintains her straddle and rubs in her superiority, with words, and flirts with the face-sit. Justice has been well and truly....sorted.

The difference was just the ground fighting where Faith imposed and impressed otherwise it would have been a draw.

Two fights within one then, the stand-up where I go for an overall draw and the floor fight, undoubtedly to Faith. The end of the fight is gorgeously intimate, an outstanding pic in context, I reckon.

Justice is one resolute and stubborn fighter, I enjoyed watching her battles: sadly, for me, this was to be her last appearance at BFuk.

Victorious, nasty and wicked with it. 

Naw! Sweet Faith would hate me for demonizing her but in the absence of  'wicked and nasty,' which many fans love to have in their fight programme, somewhere, Faith comes closest, because she used taunts, jibes and insults ( perhaps even out of our hearing ) during some of her fights, when many just couldn't or wouldn't. 

Upping the ante with flavoursome, unscripted language in a real rules cat-fight, can incite anger and retribution.

Justice ( as did Lacey when they fought ) took exception and the angry reaction must have satisfied Faith, who obviously had to accept the consequences of her taunts, so it takes guts for a girl to do so in a real brawl, where the outcome is unpredictable and I'm convinced many fans, including myself, enjoy the tactic.

Now we're talking. It should've happened but it didn't.

Justice is looking Faith straight in the eye ( I'm imagining Faith was avoiding eye contact, her eyelids conveniently closed ) as if to say ' this is my comfort zone. ' 

I wouldn't argue. Having seen both in boxing matches, maybe I'm being kind but I do think Justice would have the edge because she was happier fighting on her feet.

Their fight must have inspired BFuk because they suggested I do a pic-story on the old forum and I obliged, because I was well inspired by these two wonderful gals and their splendid cat-fight.