Neither girl gives an inch.

Damsel was absolutely determined not to let Sunee get into her head. She ignored the taunting and concentrated on her opponent. When Sunee ran at her, Damsel grabbed the **** catcher's arm and swung her around. Sunee's shirt ripped and buttons flew everywhere. Sunee staggered backwards, stunned that the black girl hadn't been provoked into a stupid rage by her taunting.

But she was crafty. She turned her backwards stagger into a roll, sprang to her feet and cannoned into Damsel's stomach. "Ooof" went the taller girl and hit the mat hard, with the **** catcher on top of her. Sunee cheekily kissed Damsel on the lips and began tugging at her sweat pants. Damsel was badly winded. Her mouth was wide open as she gasped for breath and Sunee kissed her again, and this time found Damsel's tongue with her own. I've got her now, thought Sunee.

But Damsel wasn't done yet. She managed to hook her right hand into the belt of Sunee's miniskirt and punched her in the head with her left. Ignoring the cramps in her thighs and agonizing pain in her stomach she toppled Sunee off her and send her skidding across the mat. Sunee was furious but had to admit she was gaining a lot of respect for this courageous fighter who seemed to be able to shrug off crazy amounts of pain. Sunee quickly got rid of her ruined miniskirt and saw that Damsel had dome the same with her pants.

Both girls were exhausted. They'd both given everything and the crowd loved it. Many in the audience were on their feet applauding. Dripping with sweat and panting hard, standing there in only their panties, the girls prepared for what they both knew would be the final stage of the fight.