Barb entered the seedy bar, calmly looking over what she witnessed inside. Aggressive techno blared deafeningly over the speakers in the vast hall as exotic dancers writhed sensually to the music. The patrons had a certain free, uninhibited sense to them that seemed quite normal for this day and age. Resolving to blend in with her surroundings as well as she could, which wouldn't seem too hard, Barb sat down at the far end of the bar, the overhead lights reflecting off her black catsuit, ordering something to drink.

It wasn't long before Barb spotted her target across the nightclub. Suddenly, catching movement out of the corner of her eye, she turned behold another woman, apparently the same height as herself, with dark brown hair and wearing black leather pants and a tight-fitting matching T-shirt. As they made eye contact with one another across the bar, Barb realized this stranger at the other end of the bar appeared to fit her description perfectly.

Before Barb could make a move, the woman had already picked up a heavy motorcycle jacket from the chair she sat on and strolled casually across the length of the bar, heading directly toward Barb. As she came closer, Barb became convinced that this was in fact the woman she had been hired to seek out. Her given code name, she had been summarily instructed by her employers, was Dark Angel, although she had not been given any additional information as to her identity or her importance.

It didn't matter to Barb. She had an obligation to fulfill and that was the end of it, she resolved as the woman drew closer still. Traversing the distance between them, she approached Barb easily, with the utmost inner calm and dignity that spoke of a subtle sensuality that rivaled her own overt appeal. For some reason, this quality of hers seemed to make Barb uneasy as the Angel sidled up to her, addressing her with a low, even voice.

"I assume you're the one who's been hired to take me in?" was all she said, in a manner that suggested she already knew the answer.

Dark Angel was staring directly into Barb's eyes as she asked the question, which sounded much more like a statement than anything else. Her expression somehow allowing no room for further deception on her part. In that moment, she knew there was no sense in mincing words with the woman. Upon first sight, Barb had instantly been made; apparently her intended target was at least as resourceful as Barb was herself. Finally, she elected to reveal her intentions without putting into action the cover story she had planned out before her arrival here.

"I am. Obviously you've been doing your homework. Not that it matters, because I think you and I both know how this meeting of ours is going to turn out. Why not make it easy for yourself; we wouldn't want to create a scene in this respectable establishment, would we?" she continued threateningly, her face hardening in an attempt to intimidate the Angel.

The attempt ultimately proved fruitless. Dark Angel simply raised her eyebrows at Barb, leaning casually against the bar with that unnerving relaxed sensuality.

"Well, Barbie Doll," the Angel returned cheerfully enough, clearly unimpressed by Barb's in your face, imposing attitude. "I have known you've been on the lookout for me for quite some time now, ever since your friends paid you the hefty bounty to come around this city looking for me. I assume you know whom I mean, by the way?"

She smiled slightly, enjoying the reaction her friendly sounding comments elicited on Barb's face.

"I have some friends of my own around this city, and let's just say we help one another out whenever the need arises. And considering the people you're working for, I can imagine that you yourself are a woman who cares little for scruples, just as long as you get the job done."

"It doesn't matter to me in the slightest," Barb asserted harshly, seeking to gain an advantage in this stalemate between them. Becoming increasingly angered at the Angel's mocking attitude, Barb went on, "I have a job to do, and I'm going to see it through to the end. I'm taking you with me, one way or the other."

In response, Dark Angel's face hardened, her eyes narrowing.

"You should know, the only way you're taking me with you is if you drape my unconscious body over your shoulder," Angel admonished, accenting her statement with a sudden change in tone of voice and body language that suggested in no uncertain terms she clearly meant what she said.

"If that's the way you prefer it!" Barb suddenly exploded, moving forward and reaching out as if to grab the woman.

Before she knew what was happening, however, the Angel had seized hold of her arms, spinning her around in one fluid movement and slamming her forehead into the bar with a resounding thud. The blow had not been intended to knock Barb out, but nonetheless had dazed her for just enough time to allow the Angel to escape, if that was her intention. Incredibly, when she had cleared the cobwebs from her head, Barb saw Dark Angel was still standing in front of her, now glaring at Barb openly, all humor now completely absent from her face....

Barb glared back at the Angel, steeling herself to make another lunge for the woman, when all of a sudden from behind the bar a tall, stocky man approached them menacingly.

"HEY!" he thundered. "No fighting out in the open! If you two want to rip each other apart, go to the cage and do it!"

With that, he motioned toward a steel cage in the back of the nightclub, where a substantial crowd was gathered, watching a fight that was on the verge of ending between two other women at this moment. That area was apparently where the patrons of this bar settled their petty differences, but, Barb decided, the differences between herself and the Angel were much more important.

Looking back at Dark Angel with an heatedly quizzical expression, Barb saw the Dark Angel glancing toward the structure. Turning back to Angel with a companionable shrug Barb said, "If you'd like to give everyone here a show, sure, why not."

"After you, Barbie Doll," the Angel continued sarcastically.

Shortly, they entered the steel cage soon after the two bruised, battered and bloodied women had exited, one of them almost too far gone to walk. Barb was barely able to contain her rising anger at the mocking attitude of the woman as Dark Angel followed her inside and the door to the cage was slammed shut behind them. She slowly surveyed the interior of the cage around her as she walked it's length. It was bare and completely devoid of weapons. So they would be fighting hand to hand. It was just as well, she decided as she turned to see her opponent to be standing tall at the other end of the cage; she terribly wanted to wipe that smug look from the Angel's face.

"Okay, Barbie, ready to start playing?" Dark Angel asked her almost mischievously as outside the cage another crowd was gathering, eager to witness another catfight.

Barb was so plainly incensed at this point that all she could do was intone, "Not quite yet," as a sudden idea struck her.

Seeking an early advantage in this contest before it started, she proceeded to peel off her catsuit, exposing nothing but a black G-string underneath. She had elected to remove her clothing with the expectation that her actions would garner enough moral support from the onlookers so that psychologically it would prove to work in her favor. She stood there in the cage amid the noises coming from the crowd outside, staring at Dark Angel hard with a piercing expression.

As for the Dark Angel, she had appeared to take no notice whatsoever either in her enemy's display or the reaction she had garnered from the audience outside. Summoning the inner quality of seductiveness she had showed Barb back at the bar, she opted to remove her own clothing in a playful, seductive striptease, peeling off each piece one by one, deciding to go Barb one better. She slowly, sensually, removed her black panties, standing naked at the other end of the cage, waiting expectantly as other members of their audience howled their approval at the sexiness she displayed and the natural allure of her own body.

Staring back at Barb, she came toward her, moving close enough so that their equal height was apparent to all. They stood there face to face, their breasts touching slightly.

"I'm sorry, you'll have to clarify something for me. Was this supposed to be a fight or a striptease contest?" the Dark Angel asked sarcastically.

Her features hardening, Barb moved slightly forward, pushing back at the Angel with her own chest, slightly harder, "Oh, this is going to be a fight all right, you can be sure of that."

With that she reflexively slugged the Angel as hard as she could across the face. Her cheek stinging, Angel snarled and quickly returned the favor, balling her hand into a fist and driving it into Barb's face. The blow caught the blonde directly in the mouth as the Angel followed this up with a fierce roundhouse kick straight to Barb's gut. Barb could feel the impact of Angel's fist and the devastating force of the kick. Without warning, the two women proceeded to hammer one another with vicious blows, rained with closed hands upon their faces, chests and stomachs. Coming together, they grabbed double handfuls of the other's hair and stumbled around the ring, the harsh blows now being delivered with kicks and knees to their stomachs and groins that thumped and reverberated bluntly within the closed space of the cage.

Barb suddenly whipped the Angel around as if to throw her hard into a corner. The dark haired woman reversed the motion at the last instant, hurling her blonde opponent headfirst into the steel bars of the cage. The force of the impact dazed Barb, but she was somehow able to regain her equilibrium as she saw the Angel rushing forward, heading straight towards her. When she was within range, Barb grasped the bars behind her, lifting her legs and slamming them tightly around the Angel's neck, locking her ankles together, gritting her teeth in concentration and exerting fierce pressure.

The Angel's pretty face was contorted in agony, her own teeth clenched as Barb's thighs bulged in their constriction around her throat. The dark haired woman hammered her fists into the soft flesh of the blonde's thighs in an effort to loosen them. Finally, Angel reached behind her, slamming her fists into Barb's inner thighs; hammering the soft areas until Barb was forced to release the hold. She dropped to the floor of the cage as the dark haired woman stepped up and shoved the blonde backward. Barb grabbed her wrists at the last instant, yanking Angel with her as she fell backward. Crashing to the bottom of the cage, with Angel landing on top, they rolled and thrashed around, each seeking an opening to exploit as the crowd outside roared in approval, cheering on their favorite combatant.

They ended up standing in the center of the cage; Angel coiled her arms around Barb's waist from behind, yelling in the blonde's ear at the top of her lungs as she squeezed powerfully. She is rather strong, Barb thought to herself as the breath was forced from her lungs by the unexpectedly powerful grip. Well, two can play at this game, she decided as Angel stood up. Ramming the back of her head into Barb's forehead, Angel managed somehow to turn around in the excruciating bearhug, wrapping her powerful arms around Angel's slender waist and did some crushing of her own. Barb's muscles bulged rigidly as she crushed Angel's waist. The Angel's face contorted in pain as she in turn redoubled her own efforts, tightening her arms further around Barb's midriff. Their bare legs brushed together as both women writhed sensually to break free of the other's devastating embrace.

"Why don't you concede the fight now and save yourself a lot of unnecessary pain?!" Barb demanded as she constricted her arms tighter still around the Angel's midsection.

"Don't count on it," the Angel snapped back defiantly. "It's still early in the game, I'm just getting started!"

Locked in their mutual grip, the combatants stumbled around the cage, seeking to outcrush the other, their movements growing more violent with each passing second. Then, quite unexpectedly, the Angel reared her head back, slamming her forehead viciously into Barb's nose. At that moment, she released the bearhug, lashing out with a kick that knocked the blonde's legs out from under her. Barb collided face first down onto the floor as the Angel straddled her, coiling an arm around Barb's neck and securing it behind her other wrist. Pulling upward then, the Angel exerted fierce pressure around her opponent's throat, wrapping her legs around the blonde's midriff to restrict her movement.

In spite of herself, Barb uttered a startled, choked cry as she felt the Angel's arms constricting her windpipe and her deceptively soft thighs crushing her sides with surprising strength. Barb bucked and thrashed wildly to free herself as the Angel held her. The dark haired woman finally released her hold around Barb's neck, letting her drop to the floor of the cage on her back. As Barb's face registered the pain of the impact, the Angel slid her legs around her foe's neck, leaning back on her hands and applying a tight figure-four scissors lock.

"You know, Barbie," Angel taunted, "I'm actually enjoying fighting you woman-to-woman!"

"Not as much as I will be!" Barb yelled back defiantly, holding back choked cries as she again began to buck and squirm earnestly to break free.

Barb's fists and fingernails punished the Angel's unmercifully constricting thighs, trying to force them apart. In response, Angel constricted her legs tighter, almost as if trying to squeeze her adversary into passing out. Her head suddenly whipped backward; she screamed piercingly as Barb's teeth sank deep into her soft inner thigh. For additional impetus, the blonde balled her hands into fists, slamming them with brute force into the dark haired woman's groin area, over and over again. Barb continued this until Angel eventually released the hold around her neck.

Crawling away while shaking the cobwebs from their heads, both women slowly regained their feet and charged each other once again, meeting with a loud clash in the center of the cage. Angel again coiled her arms around Barb's waist, yelling at the top of her lungs as she lifted Barb off the canvas and squeezed powerfully. She wrapped her own powerful arms again around Angel's slender waist in desperate retaliation, her muscles bulging. Angel threw her head back, her face contorting in pain again as she in turn tightened her arms around Barb's midriff. Both women struggled and writhed once again to break free of the other amid the crowd's cries of, "Squeeze the bitch!" and "Make the cunt squirm!"

Angel quickly kneed Barb in the stomach; as her opponent doubled over she grabbed her hair all the way down to the roots with one hand. Barb screeched as Angel's other hand curled into a fist and began belting her in the face with uppercut after uppercut. The blonde lifted her right leg and slammed her knee into Angels groin, doubling her over in agony. Her fury mushrooming, Barb slugged her in the gut a few more times, to which Angel retaliated by grabbing hold of Barb's face, raking her nails downward harshly. Shortly afterward both women charged one another again and proceeded to rain savage blows and kicks on various parts of the other's body.

This seemed to go on forever until Angel lifted Barb, brutally bodyslamming her to the floor. Angel slowly approached Barb's body, deciding what to do next. Before Angel could react, however, Barb kicked her legs outward, toppling her opponent to the floor. Seizing hold of her ankles, Barb positioned Angel's ankle over her other knee. The blonde secured her brunette enemy tightly in this position, locking one leg behind each knee. Angel arched her back, threw back her head and let out a piercing shriek as Barb tightened her legs around Angel's. Keeping a clear head as she attempted to wrench her legs free seeing the blonde had her locked in there well enough, she carefully shifted her energy into turning over, reversing the devastating hold and shifting the brunt of it back to Barb.

Securing the hold, Angel maintained the torture of her blonde adversary until Barb bellowed, "Let the fuck go of me, you bitch! Let me fucking go, you goddamn-"

"Quit your fucking crying, you cunt, or I'll REALLY fuck you up!" Angel screamed back.

As if to provide a counterpoint, Angel raised her legs a foot in the air and thrust them back to the floor, tightening her muscles. Barb roared again in pain and rage as she felt her calf straining against her knee. With some effort and struggling, the blonde was able to roll over, again shifting the pressure back onto Angel's legs. Gritting her teeth, the Angel exerted enough effort to reverse the hold one more time, maintaining it with fierce determination until Barb reached under her legs, gripping the muscles on the back of Angel's thighs. Feeling her hold gradually being loosened, Angel uncoiled her limbs from Barb's, standing up slowly.

Catching her breath as Barb was carefully rising from the floor, Angel waited for the blonde to resume her attack. Glaring at Angel from across the cage, she rushed forward, kicking her foe in the stomach. Reaching over and hauling Angel up firmly by the hair, the blonde quickly tucked her neck underneath her armpit. The brunette gasped as Barb lifted up, tightening her muscles around her windpipe.

"Is that the best you can do, bitch!" Angel spat in defiance as she felt the blonde's arm beginning to cut off her breathing.

She wrapped her arms around Barb's waist, balling her fists at the small of her back, lifting her ever so slightly off the floor as she constricted her arms. Barb quickly shifted her weight, wrapping her legs around Angel's thighs, tripping her back to the floor with the blonde landing on top. Barb coiled her arms around Angel's waist one more time, squeezing brutally as she began to lift her upper torso into the air and slamming down on top of her, grinding herself into her adversary. She repeated this over and over again, slapping and grinding, slapping and grinding. Angel knew she was in a bind had to do something, and quickly.

She twisted her hands into claws, locking them around Barb's throat, letting loose with a guttural sound as Barb loosened her arms somewhat around Angel's waist. sliding upward and burying Angel's face between her breasts as she tightened her arms again, forcing the breath from Angel's body.

In retaliation Angel slammed her arms around Barb's waist; they remained in that position, bucking and writhing in their battle for the upper hand. Their bodies ground together as each combatant tried to out-squeeze the other. Then a desperate idea struck Angel, who broke the stalemate by sinking her teeth into Barb's breast. Screaming piercingly, Barb reached up and raked her nails across Angel's eyes in retaliation, eliciting a sharp cry of pain!

The women sprang apart and got up on their knees, breathing heavily. They moved slowly, taking care to watch their respective opponents for any sudden movements, making sure to catch their breath sufficiently. Their contest had gone beyond the reason it had started by now, and it was even no longer about the wildly cheering throng who watched them do battle. Now things had become a personal vendetta between them, a private contest to see who was the better woman.

Without warning, Barb rushed at Angel, who thinking quickly leaped up and grabbed the bars of the top of the cage. Hanging from the bars, Angel swung her legs up and around the onrushing Barb's neck, crushing her with brutal strength with her butt resting comfortably on the blonde's upper chest. Uttering choked cries of pain, Barb twisted her body earnestly to break free as Angel reared her head back, tightening her legs around her foe. Barb's fingernails clawed Angel's unmercifully constricting thighs, trying to force them apart. Angel seemed to thrive on Barb's struggles, chuckling malevolently.

Incensed by the turnabout, Barb exerted a sudden burst of energy, twisting around so that her mouth was at level with Angel's thigh. The dark haired woman screamed piercingly as Barbs teeth sank deep into her soft flesh. For additional impetus, she balled her hands into fists, repeatedly slamming them with brute force into Angel's groin again. Barb continued this until Angel released her hold on the steel bars above her. As she dropped, Angel flipped Barb head over heels down to the floor. Angel bounced easily to her feet, circled the blonde and then dove on Barb.

Twisting at the last instant as Angel's body descended, Barb caught Angel in mid-air and flipped herself on top of Angel's body, their breasts pressing tightly against those of the opponent. Snaking herself upward, Barb rested her breasts on the Dark Angle's face.

Angel was having none of it; lifting her legs, she coiled them tightly around Barb's waist again applying crushing pressure to the sensitive area between her ribs and her hips as Barb leaned forward, burying the brunette's pretty face between her sweat-slicked breasts. Reaching upward, Angel ensnared her foe in a reverse full nelson locking her hands together around Barb's windpipe. Making a guttural sound, she proceeded to simultaneously squeeze her legs together and twist the blonde's upper torso back and forth with her arms as Barb sought to smother her enemy into unconsciousness.

Barb groaned gutturally and bucked wildly, rubbing and grinding her chest against Angel's face as the brunette twisted and turned her upper body to almost impossible angles. The crowd's cries of encouragement steadily grew deafening as the mutual enemies prolonged the torture they were inflicting upon one another. In her desperation to smother her enemy, Barb hardly noticed as Angel released the hold around her neck and raked her nails as hard as she could from the small of Barb's back to the base of her neck. Barb screamed in agony as Angel's nails raked from the small of her back to her neck. At the same moment, Angel sake her teeth deep into Barb's breast and tightened her legs convulsively until she eventually wrenched herself free. Barb reached down, raking her sharp nails on Angel's thighs until she was forced to release her scissors.

When they again regained their footing, they hurled themselves headlong at one another yet again. Once again the enemies slammed their arms around each other's midriffs, wrenching their arms violently back and forth. Angel suddenly let out a loud agonized scream as Barb kneed her in the pussy. Regaining her breath, Angel writhed to get a better purchase as Barb prepared to assault her womanhood again. But before Barb struck, Angel returned the favor; bringing her own knee up into Barb's unprotected crotch. Angel immediately followed with a fist to Barb's face that snapped her head to the side. As Barb gasped for breath, Angel wrapped her arms around Barb's waist and continued crushing her with her powerfully muscled arms.

Using the strength in her own arms, Barb eventually managed to squirm her way out of Angel's bearhug and lunged forward, pushing her down to the floor, desperately trying to hold Angel in place underneath her, as the brunette struggled with utter ferocity. Snarling gutturally, Angel lashed out at Barb, her hands twisted into claws, leaving angry red scratches on her face. Barb responded in kind, grabbing Angel's long tresses as they fought by hurling one another across the cage again.

Somehow the combatants had gotten to their feet and proceeded again to throw furious albeit calculated punches, kicks and martial arts moves upon one another's bodies. The sound of their fists and feet connecting with one another's stomach, face and breasts together with their pained grunts reverberated sharply inside the cage. Barb began repeatedly kneeing Angel in the groin. In turn, Angel surged forward quickly, grabbing Barb's wrists and yanking her arms roughly behind her back. With effort she backpedaled Barb into the bars behind them, the impact of Barb's body on the bars knocking the wind from both women.

Refusing to give in, Barb viciously pushed back at Angel and they briefly stumbled forward, struggling for the upper hand. Angel quickly stepped up, lifted her knee and rammed it into Barb's stomach. She doubled over, Angel grabbed her hair all the way down to the roots with one hand, yanking and twisting. Barb howled in agony as Angel's other hand curled up under her chest and grabbed onto a big breast. Desperately, Barb tried to kick Angel in her womanhood but Angel wrapped her right leg around Barb's thigh, spinning the blonde around and bending her backwards. Barb screeched again as Angel twisted her body into an abdominal stretch, slugging her in the gut a few more times before forming her hand into a claw and digging her fingers deep into Barb's weakened and pooched out stomach.

Barb struggled to free herself, writhing madly against the hold the Angel had ensnared her in. Angel's fury had mushroomed to a boiling point by now, and despite her opponent's struggles she held fast, increasing the intensity of the hold in response to each attempt on Barb's part to loosen it. Then, kicking forward, she slammed Barb face down into the floor; the combatants rolled around until Angel found herself sitting on Barb's lap, snaking her legs around her foe's midriff again as she clasped her hands over her throat in the same reverse full nelson she had executed before. Concentrating fierce pressure into this hold, she pushed forward, electing to get some payback as she remembered the smothering she had received from Barb's breasts, trapping Barb's agonized face between her own.

Barb's legs slammed around Angel's waist in an effort to topple her from her perch; the inertia of the movement carried the blonde with her as Angel rolled away, throwing Barb into the side of the cage where the back of her head connected hard with the unforgiving steel. Dazed from the impact, she shakily got up onto her knees and then to her feet as Angel rushed toward her, seeking to decisively end the contest. Leaping into the air, Angel landed on Barb's shoulders with her thighs pressing against the sides of her blonde foe's neck. Her tired face set in grim concentration, Angel shut her eyes and put all her energy into crushing Barb's windpipe, shutting out all else in her efforts. Barb attempted to sink her teeth into a part of Angel's thigh, but to no avail. The hold was much too tight and Angel's legs were out of reach of her mouth.

Eventually, the Angel could sense that Barb was sinking progressively to her knees, the energy to mount a counterattack fading fast from her heaving body. This gave Angel the additional encouragement she needed to tighten the hold around the blonde's neck, while she sank lower to her knees and eventually down to the floor. Grinning sweetly at her enemy's predicament, sensing victory lay within her grasp, so to speak, the Angel twisted around so that she was sitting behind her opponent's head, turning the leg lock into a figure four in which she constricted the muscles in her thighs tighter still. Barb's struggles steadily diminished as the muscles in Angel's legs crushed her windpipe. For additional impetus, she balled her hands into fists, slamming them brutally into her foe's breasts.

The oxygen was quickly leaving Barb's lungs as she could feel her body succumbing to the powerful thigh muscles constricting about her. Desperately, she clawed and scratched at the crushing legs around her neck in an effort to pry them apart. Seizing hold of her wrists, the Angel pried them from her thighs, loosening them just enough to give Barb the barest instant of respite, then tightened her legs around the blonde's neck again, throwing her head back in her exertions as she convulsively thrust her legs together, seeking to squeeze out her opponent. Digging her fingers into Barb's breasts, she cruelly twisted and turned them back and forth, delighting in the choked cries of pain emanating from Barb's throat. As the last of the oxygen was forced from the blonde's lungs, Barb Wire felt unconsciousness slowly but surely overtaking her until, mercifully, she passed out....

When she finally came to some time later, she discovered she was alone in the cage. The Dark Angel was long gone, apparently pleased with herself upon emerging the victor from their contest. Getting up steadily, rage fueling her movements, Barb made her way to where her clothes lay in one corner of the cage, ignoring the mixed reaction from the throng of people outside as she dressed herself and exited the cage through the open door. Profoundly angered by her loss to her opponent, she looked around the nightclub, searching for a sign of her enemy.

The Dark Angel was nowhere to be seen, but her friend, Original Cindy was there, leering at the beaten blonde and murmuring, "Hey Boo, want me to look at those bumps and bruises? Maybe I can do somethin' to ease the pain."

Saying nothing to the outrageous lesbian, Barb left the club, vowing she and Dark Angel would meet again....

THE END (for now....)