Friday 24 July 2015

Focus on the Ladies. Rampant Ruby.

Ruby was the toast of Bitchfightuk when she cleared out her rivals for the top girl spot and champion only after she had lost to the soon to retire champion, Daisy.



The photo sums up Ruby's character: do not expect mercy from Ruby until you submit.



That look, see that look she has, that's the look of a bitchy cat-fighter. Love that look and of course the rest of her considerable assets.



Ruby had a number of fights against the new arrivals at that time including Ashley: a fight to remember.



A helluva fight against Tazmin - to get into a final versus Jade.



Against Jade - who was no pushover having beaten Emma to meet Ruby in the final. Check for combo's involving some of these fights I've mentioned.

I don't think Ruby had an easy victory over any of them. They were certainly made of sterner stuff. She made them fight tooth and claw; that was her way, but all her opponents responded and this resulted in awesome full-on cat-fights.



In the early years Ruby even slightly damped my awe of Natalie when she beat her in a good blankets fight though Natalie was still creating her, eventually to be, nest at BFuk.



Supposed to be a fun fight in custard but Ruby and the boss Simone gave it everything they had in a true bitchfightuk slap, hair-pull and grapple fight and Ruby surprisingly came out on top. Ruby is extremely competitive, even a top cat-fighter like Simone had to submit.

Ruby's posts on the forum were loud and clear, full of zip and so brash that I was carried along on the swell of the tide that Ruby could beat any dame BFuk could bring, such was her optimism and confidence.

After establishing herself as the top lady at BFuk she took herself off for nearly a year but she kept in touch on the forum with pics of herself and her pals enjoying a happy time, I think, abroad, with no sign of cat-fights other than promising a return to the BFuk troupe. 



She was enjoying herself, a good-time girl and so happy, seen to be smiling and laughing with her friends while I was a tad anxious for her exuberant presence in the fight arena.



 To give you an idea of Ruby's fight ethic take a look at the preview of her fight against Taz - wow!




But a fight took place which had ominous tones just prior to Ruby's welcome return; a superbly athletic, sturdy and compact young lady called Chelseab arrived on the scene and she took my favourite Natalie out in a hard-fought ( Natalie fought her fight and Chelseab fought hers ) contest where she displayed glimpses of being able to produce hardcore action when necessary, while Natalie's building reputation and top place in Ruby's absence, was utterly shredded.

I could barely watch the fight to the end.



I hinted on the forum to Ruby there was a new tough chick on the block who might be a real threat to her. But Ruby arrived in style with a fanfare and immediately agreed to fight Chelseab at the outdoor summer event as captains in the team event, putting her title on the line.

Chelseab was so obviously game and that fight was going to be huge. In fact it was huge for BFuk and the fans: the forum heaved and bucked with the accusations, the innuendo, even some behind the scenes rumouring of tactics which had affected the fight.

Ruby lost her title and sadly it almost ended there.



A rematch would have driven the forum wild but Ruby's pride was only dented and she re-established herself soon after against Jamielee in the barn matches to some extent but you know, I so wanted Ruby to challenge Chelseab to a rematch in the belief that the ex-champion, lovely Ruby might just do the near impossible because her character had walked and talked so tall for me that I had thought her invincible.

She left her final mark in her defeat of Jamielee. Ruby very definitely belongs on the short list of true champions at BFuk. An extraordinary lady.



A very early photo of Ruby not long, I think, after she started her BFuk term.

Tuesday 21 July 2015

Ninth Boxing Gallery


I've already posted how Portia and Mandy rate highly for me in their cat-fights where their efforts were mostly carried out in slapping fashion, so just by slipping on a pair of boxing gloves and facing up, as in the photo, would pretty much have me in awe and likely gibbering at the prospect of a boxing battle between them.



First-timer Ashley took on Ruby who introduced her to a real nasty bitch-fight as only Ruby can, so that all Ashley wanted was to get her piece of Ruby and she was so determined to get it she nearly upset the apple-cart with a win but headstrong Ruby wouldn't allow that. 

A superb fight and if they'd boxed it might have resulted in a spectacular knock-out, Ruby had no inhibitions about boxing. 

Realising to what extent Ruby pushed Ashley in their cat-fight may have caused her failure to return.



Jane ( left ) and Jamielee had the fiercest stare-down as I've ever seen maybe because they were boxing for real. Jane had the style, the talent and boxing mannerisms for sticking you into her corner because she could talk the talk and walk the walk. She'd already had a boxing bash with Chelseab and had needed several months till the next. lol. 

For sure I felt she was going to win on points against Jamielee. Is that how it turned out? No way, Jamielee was a wayward slugger and found a way past Jane's talent. 



And here she is, for a long time she held sway at BFuk as the leading fighter; an extrovert and so confident and positive, I reckon if she and Chelsea had boxed, Ruby might have got to the winning post first because she had the advantage of having some ring-craft which Chelseab maybe didn't have. I'd have loved to have seen that boxing match.



A romp, a gorgeous romp, if you are into the amply proportioned ladies then you should consider a rather vivacious boxing babe called Mellie ( left ) who did her best to keep her naturals escaping their modest confinement and to keep a determined Faith at bay but Faith spoiled the party and forced Mellie onto her back a few times; instead of counting to ten Faith mounted Mellie and boxed her on the deck.

Mellie and her breasts were all at sea while a cool, sexy Faith couldn't keep her gloves off that delicious bountiful body. I should mention they had a cat-fight too, which was possibly slightly sexier. 

Mellie did not return but she should, that is one whole lot of woman who needs to be seen and be appreciated, again and again.





The current darling pin-up at BFuk and getting more popular as I post is Layla, not so lucky in her fights but looking as she does that gal could never be a loser. If you can, focus on those seams, even when you are having a bad day the sight of a woman wearing seamed stockings lightens the load considerably.



The marathon cat-fight is to their absolute credit, a dour and bitter struggle between Sahara ( left ) and Justice and if you ever box ladies I'd love to see how long you'd last. Three rounds might get me ' over the moon.'



New arrival at BFuk is pretty Amy: two cat-fights against Sahara under her belt, though Sahara got submissions in both, difficult to tell but I hope our tatted newcomer might have a little more under the bonnet, having learned the ropes from our vastly experienced queen. 

She's soon to go again I believe, against another rookie called Thorn and I'm looking forward to that fight where she can perhaps rev up her motor or the newbie might accelerate past her. Go Amy!



This pic is so uber-sexy. Girls, if you don't feel like boxing, a belly punch contest will do. Please!




The Goth look does not detract from this sexy clothe and pose by Echo but rule-tweaker Jaimielee was not impressed and destroyed her advance at BFuk. Pity!



I've already described this incredible cat-fight but looking at the photo can you see the steely determination in their eyes? I don't think they are posing the face, if you see the cat-fight you'll see what I mean.



Relax! It's only Vixen. Look at that expression, she's a cute and cuddly armful but as you would expect from a woman confident enough to set up against another woman in a cat-fight she's got a hard dig for a slap and she's learning all the time. 

I'd hate for a woman to get in a boxing fight against her will but if she ever challenges another woman to box at BFuk, I'm buying. Sweeet thang!

Saturday 11 July 2015

Focus on the Ladies - Awesome Axa


 From the moment she arrived at BFuk, I could see she was fully committed in her cat-fights, her posed pics a delight and her first two fights against the experienced Natalie kept BFuk on the boil.



Blonde, attractive and very sexy, clearly street-wise and confident she had me lapping up every post on the old forum she published and if sexual banter cropped up, she didn't avoid it, in fact, she ramped it up in her replies.



Her fight against Jamielee was a corker; I might have expected Jamielee to win this fight but the tenacity and stamina of Axa edged out the determined Jamielee ( from the face-off I got the impression there was a personality clash ) and though I admit I was surprised at the result it was a fight well worth the dough.



You might ask ' Why all these boxing pics. ' Because Axa boxed twice at Bfuk, besides, I love them. Not just that but to box topless against Emma and to willingly go in against Ruby who'd admitted to having some experience at boxing, put this lady at the top of my BFuk boxing league. She had pezaz, she had unbridled energy and seemed to have that passion for performing to her utmost.



Becca was challenged for her smaller ladies trophy by Axa and in so doing escalated the tension on the old forum with the apt posts. 

These two are sexy ladies in their own ways so the fight had to be good and sexy. It was but the weight was on Axa's side and Becca had to relinquish her trophy.

What got me at the time was that Axa said she weighed around 136 lbs., around a stone heavier than Becca but it wasn't that, I knew Natalie weighed just under 140 lbs., so I reckoned she should get a crack at Axa for the smaller ladies trophy. I published this on the forum in the hope that my favourite might get her hands on a much deserved trophy if she beat Axa, having already beaten her twice.

I'm not surprised it didn't happen because it was my churlishness then and shows how serious it got to me. I'm laughing now.



This demure, coy pic demo's how she can easily arouse female boxing lovers and those who just love the look of a very sexy woman.



A figure and face easy to model, she knows she can keep her many fans panting; this is what I call foreplay heading towards the cat-fight.



A posed pic with Lacey sets the tone for their catfight, a thrilling bitchfight in which Lacey was the bitch hammering away at Axa. Axa tried the casual approach which Lacey wasn't having by throwing Axa to the deck by the hair. Axa took the initiative, removed her top and Lacey, hypnotised, went downhill to a submission.



She may well feel at home as a pole dancer but what separates her from the rest who do, is her willingness not just to put her body alongside another woman but to commit herself to fight that woman.

Axa had one long outdoor fight against a newbie called Angelica and she wore an outfit bought by a sponsor. Sexy as the outfit was, her breasts had to be pushed back in a few times during their cat-fight. 

I felt that they had just stopped the car at a a convenient place, hopped over a fence, the two girls stripped down and grappled and slapped with girly noises. Sensually pleasing.




She had a number of other cat-fights before moving on, a lively contest outclassing the well endowed Hannah and in a very sexy tumble with the gorgeous and eventually topless Chelsea French who wasn't in Axa's fight class but the very versatile Axa played it straight-laced and straight-faced to dominate.





A truly energetic, willing and able, gorgeous woman who plunged herself into earnest volatile cat-fighting and boxing to further her career and I'd love this lady to return to BFuk though sadly, I'm aware she has maybe outgrown that phase in her busy life.



She is gorgeous, don't you think! It's all about personality and Axa stayed around long enough for me to develop her flavour and to savour and slaver over every fight she fought.

She moved on a long time ago but I'm happy to say she performs elsewhere on the net in a variety of endeavours so I'll just mention she has learned to wrestle with proficiency.

I wish she'd cat-fight again though that is probably the toughest discipline of the lot, so she's probably pleased to emerge from that style of fighting at BFuk with flying colours, to get where she is today.

Wednesday 8 July 2015

The Pub Fight Stories 2 - Mandy versus Sahara

Two months after the ' Jolly Rodger ' champion Mandy had defeated the ' Cat and Fiddle ' champion Portia ( also the Midlands Pub Champion, though it was a friendly), Mandy had finally convinced Sahara's manager that her challenge was genuine. 

A meeting was called at Sahara's fight pub club, called the ' Lamb to the Slaughter ' where they would finalise the details. Sahara refused to put her title ( South England Champion ) on the line and requested a friendly fight. So desperate was Mandy, she agreed.

 I chatted to the girls in their dressing room as they readied for the big fight ( jealous? ) and got a couple of pics but I sensed a lot of tension in there, these girls were going to tear hair.



Mandy told me she didn't give a monkey about the arguments or the title and obviously buoyed with her win against Portia,' I just want to get into the fight and flatten the so-called queen, Sahara.'



When I put this to Sahara, she was incensed ' I went easy on that bitch in our cat-fight, now she's trying for the big league but you know what....no way! I'm gonna shut the bitch up and finish her in two minutes.' 

Massive prediction but you couldn't disagree: it's Sahara and I don't want her taking me down in front of everybody. Embarrassing!

The pub fight circuit rules- anything goes and Bitchfightuk bought the rights.

It's a good job the Lamb to the Slaughter is a big pub out in the countryside with a big car park. 

On the night of the fight, the supporters' coaches disgorged almost two hundred and fifty raucous fans into the hands of the smiling landlord's capable beer-pulling staff. Bets and beer were going down heavy as the fight was announced at 2 am, ( by then half the fans were sleepy drunk and the pub tills were bulging  ) the almost compos mentis fans viewed the huge-screen TV, loudly applauding

The weigh-in was a tense affair, Mandy weighing in at 116 lbs was trying to keep her cool but Sahara at 101 lbs got into Mandy's face umpteen times using all her facial expressions and the officials breathed a sigh of relief that nothing worse happened by the conclusion.




 The officials and the doctor and nurse were readying, the crowd wolf-whistling as the girls removed their tops to reveal their sweet bodies.

Gasp! They're topless. I almost let my camera drop. I could see they were perspiring from their warm-ups as they waited for the bell to ring, looking anxious but determined. I didn't know what to expect, so I daren't hope for too much.

The girls moved to their corners: they looked in great shape, lean and mean, the liniment added to their hard bodies making the shine. 

Sahara's pub had additional rules for the fights and one was that no one but the girls were allowed in the arena: another - the fight was to be continuous. 

Called to the centre of the room the stare-down began. Both girls whispered to each other.(I'll find out later what they said.)




A cheeky Sahara searches Mandy's face for any sign of weakness. Fight! The official shouted to loud approval from the fans in the adjacent bar area.



Both reach for the hair to get the best hold and of course this is Sahara's forte. Immediately Sahara has an advantage twisting Mandy's head by the hair whacking her little mitt hard into Mandy's ribs.



Mandy sets the tone for the fight in a clinch and draws first blood, raking her nails down Sahara's back. 

Sahara is indignant, wrenches herself free and backs off, obviously feeling the injury to her back, when Mandy uses her reach and plants her favourite straight right onto Sahara's chin.



Sahara's head snaps back, she staggers and adopts a defensive posture, groggy, leaning against the wall. 

Mandy sees her chance and looks to plant another telling punch but Sahara seizes a lock of Mandy's hair, twists and turns beautifully to put Mandy, her face a mask of pain, at risk, her fist again banging into Mandy's ribs.



Sahara plants her feet and another two-handed hair twist brings Mandy to her knees: Sahara always draws from her vast experience in past cat-fights when you think she is losing.



Mandy is now at Sahara's mercy in a big way, Sahara is setting her up, holding her head by her hair. As Mandy removes her arm to punch she allows Sahara, from a racing start, to plunge her knee into Mandy's face and chest.



Three hard impacts before a panicking Mandy bangs her head upwards onto Sahara's chin, spinning out of Sahara's deadly hold. 

Scrabbling to get to her feet Mandy knows she needs to get up or Sahara will control her.



But Sahara dives and flattens her before she can get up, her knee drives into Mandy's belly close to the groin: Mandy screams in frustration as Sahara takes the mount. 

Seriously troubled by the blow to her belly, she is floundering. 

Finding extra strength she wrestles Sahara off her and both get to their feet.




Mandy looks wobbly, the pain in her gut leaving her unsure and Sahara takes full advantage, controlling Mandy by the hair uses her knees into her belly, again.







Mandy is struggling, she goes down again trying to deflect the punches from Sahara who can sniff an early victory, as she predicted.



Sahara amazingly, generously stands and waves Mandy up to her feet: Mandy slowly obliges. Could this be a mistake from Sahara?



Sahara has a careless Rousey moment, steps in and lands punches to Mandy's face and body, she doesn't see the right hook from Mandy. The punch hits her on the side of the jaw. 

This is Mandy's strength but Sahara wants to get into the punching fight. It's not a good idea because Mandy begins to get the upper hand with her best combo punches.



Both girls are now competitively punching each other in the stomach, eyeing each other after their effort, their flat bellies taking hard punches, with the hardest blows from Mandy. 

Standing toe to toe it is Sahara is forced to disengage, switching to kicks, to catcalls from Mandy's sponsors. 

Mandy, finding a new confidence, wades through the kicks and lands a superb belly punch, Sahara doubles up, covering up from knee strikes, kicks and punches. The away crowd are being driven berserk.



The smaller Sahara, now looking seriously vulnerable, needs to go for Mandy's hair, the fight now into the fourth minute. 

Sahara protects her belly after two of Mandy's hardest punches, then she goes for Sahara's ribs as she tries to recover her breath. 

Sahara seizes Mandy by the hair while Mandy punches and kicks her body and legs. 

Mandy is on a roll and Sahara is bleeding and bruised as Mandy must feel hopeful with a knock-down, not far away.



Desperately, Mandy tries to punch her way out of a hair-pull battle with Sahara, her fists pound Sahara's face and body and she succeeds but loses a hank of hair ripped out in Sahara's ferocious grip. 

Sahara's followers are covering their faces, cringing against the final blow to wreck their dreams.

Into the sixth minute now and Sahara stays just in range of Mandy's punches but the punches are slowing. 

Sahara's eyes are all but closed but she takes a few more of these solid punches, her body and face violated but she seems oblivious to the pain.



Mandy sees her opponent's hands drop but why do I get the impression Sahara is feigning surrender: Mandy lands a good body punch but she allows Sahara to find her hair. 

Oh Oh! Sahara draws Mandy, punching wildly, close, her arms in the optimal hair grip position on the inside.



Where this little female gets her strength from, I don't know but her twist on Mandy's head puts a tiring Mandy on her way to the floor, while Sahara elbows her vulnerable back.



It's a floor battle now and a furious Mandy looks determined not to have Sahara on top. 

The struggle is vicious but Sahara is now in her element, her elbows and fists able to find the vulnerable parts of Mandy's body and each time Mandy resists her hair is twisted mercilessly.



A fierce hair clinch develops on the floor. A huge, sudden effort from Mandy pulls Sahara up, until they are standing, their bodies straining against each other as Mandy desperately looks for a way out by punching.

Sahara twists Mandy's head, going for the floor again but wrenching her head from Sahara's grasp, she again leaves hair behind.



Mandy looks relieved, though she's groggy, looking for the fist fight but a speedy Sahara fires a crisp snap-kick to her midriff forcing her backwards releasing the first yelp I've heard. 

Mandy clobbers Sahara on the face, following up with hard chest punches but Sahara holds her ground and exchanges several hard body punches.

Into the tenth minute of the fight and the two ladies have slowed, the punches and kicks not so crisp or accurate; now we are definitely at the stamina stage and Sahara still looks the more energized of the two, despite her obvious injuries. 

Both bloodied and bruised, amazingly I can see Sahara is actually the fresher of the two.



They get in a clinch and Sahara, like the anaconda, ties up a tiring, injured Mandy, encircling her body and arms, her resistance diminishing as the hold is tightened.



Two minutes pass as the two sweating bodies, welded together, are bent over by the unrelenting pressure from Sahara's arms: Mandy goes down on one knee. 

Sahara's crowd senses the end is near, they rise, as one to their feet for the coup de gras.

Sahara's knee strike to Mandy's jaw is dramatic enough for the crowd to roar: Mandy hits the floor hard.



An emotional Sahara is thrown a towel as she waits for the mandatory count of one minute to verify her win. 

Mandy stirs  and bravely attempts to rise succeeding only in rolling on to her back, while a stressed Sahara looks on.



The minute passes and Mandy is assisted to her feet and helped from the room. 

Sahara enters the pub and throws kisses to the cheering crowd, the champion has dismissed another challenge from a plucky contender. A very entertaining friendly match.