Jameson's always a good decision...? [Mnpinner]

Catelyn hoped she hadn't just picked a fight with some random girl who had no idea what she was doing, as that would not be very fun, especially not now when she had started to become fired up by the notion of throwing down with this girl, who now spoke up as she let go of Catelyn's hand.

" Good for you to offer up your name like that, perhaps you have at least some manners. I'm Catelyn." Cat let out as she'd nod her head and raise her hands up in a ready position, she glanced over towards the bartender as well and of course knew that he wouldn't like to have his bar busted up, Catelyn didn't want the same to her bar, but it had already happened twice as thanks to Cecilia...as long as she was able to pay for the damage things shouldn't be too bad for the man.

Her eyes would turn back to this Abbie before her and with it attempt and move in and attempt to catch the girl in a collar and elbow lock up to start this little brawl off.

The redheaded Brit smirked as she cracked her neck by bending it to each shoulder. She had a feeling in her gut that neither of them was going to make it out of this bar unscathed. Good thing she didn't have to be in a ring for a few days.

Abbie just grinned at her Irish foe. Her arms instinctively reacted as Catelyn dove in for a collar and elbow lockup, and the brawl would begin. The Union Jack-clad redhead quickly dug her heels into the floor and gritted her teeth together. Her hands clenched tight to the Irish beauty as she tried to use brute force to push her back a bit in order to give Catelyn a taste of what she was facing here. "Of course I have manners. I wasn't raised in a bog!" she teased a little playfully as they dueled for the early dominance.

Having locked up with her her redheaded opponent, with the two fiery combatants struggling for control in this make-shift fight between the two of them, with some pretty strange stipulations between the two of them. Of course it wasn't to strange that the Brit and the Irish girl was not too good at getting along with each other, but at least they hadn't smashed the glasses and tried to cut each other or anything....so that was good.

Regardless of which now that they two of them were fighting for dominance, Catelyn would attempt to dig her feet into the floor and attempt to push forward, attempting to use her strength to drive her foe off towards the bar floor and push her up against a table, even attempt to force her down against the table if possible for the mighty Cat. " Could have fooled me."

Abbie's teeth were gritting together rather harshly as her eyes were locked onto her Irish opponent. She had to admit that the fiery lass was quite formidable. The British gal could feel her boots starting to give way. Shit! There was no way in hell that she was going to be the first to stumble backwards! The redhead dug her heel into the wooden floor, but it was too late. Her left leg instinctively stepped back in order to keep the British girl on her feet, but the first strike against her pride had been made.

"ARRRRRR!" she shouted with vigor as her right foot took a step back. Her booty felt the table behind her, and suddenly she realized what Cat was going to try and do. No! This wouldn't happen so easily! She may not have been able to push her opponent back, but she sure as hell could toss the Irish beauty. Abbie's hands gripped at Cat's arm and shoulder as the British girl pushed forward with her back leg and shifted her weight to try and take the Irish girl off of her feet and quite possibly onto the wooden floor beneath them. It was likely that if she succeeded, Abbie would be taken to the ground as well, but she'd scramble to straddle her opponent before she could get a chance to gain her wits.

It was going well so far for the Irish girl, as she was showing this English bitch just who was the stronger one here. She was able to push the girl back and was doing do without all too much problem. It was clear that Abbie was quite strong...but of course it seemed as if the slightly bigger redhead was the superior one when it came to physical strength. After a short little struggle between the two Catelyn started to get Abbie to step backwards and before long she had gained a pretty good advantage. A smile appeared on the Irish girl's face as she kept trying to dominant this lock up...but her deeds were cut short.

Abbie gripped a hold of Catelyn's arm and shoulder and with a quick motion the girl pushed forward until she shifted her weight and took Catelyn down onto her back, falling down onto the hard wooden floor which caused the redhead to let out a grunt of pain and annoyance. Before Cat could attempt to get up she found Abbie on top of her, straddling her stomach. The Irish wrestler would proceed to try and shoot her hand right hand up and try and nail it right in between Abbie's large breasts, attempting to hit her right in her solar plexus and stun the girl, hopefully long enough to try and roll them over and attempt to steal Abbie's position so she could attempt and pin the English girl down against the floor, straddling her frame.

The feisty Brit had her teeth gritting as she tried with all of her might to flip the Irish lass to the wooden floor. Abbie's efforts seemed to be rewarded as she felt the pressing against the table released. Her hips turned and sure enough, with a flurry of red hair flying about and a primal scream, a loud thud against the wooden floor could be heard. The momentarily dominant redhead found herself flying down on top of the Irish beauty. Abbie had Cat right where she wanted her. With a quick motion, the Englishwoman proceeded to try and straddle the girl, aiming to pin her arms above her head.

"Just how it should be, with a prop Brit on tah-ooof!!" before the final taunting word of "top" could escape Abbie's lips, she found herself clutching right underneath her generous orbs as Cat had struck her right in the solar plexus. Without a chance to offer much struggle, she found her own backside slammed against the wooden floor with a thud as the Irishwoman straddled her in a similar manner. Shortly thereafter, Abbie would start to kick and wiggle, but to no avail in getting the upper hand back.

Cat had without a doubt been taken by surprise when the Brit had managed to out manuver her and with it get up into a good early position. The landing onto the floor had not been a kind one...but Cat wasn't someone who'd go down easy and had instead retaliated right away, the act seemed to have really taken Abbie by surprise and allowed for the Irish beauty to roll them over and instead pin Abbie down against the mat. Catelyn Cormac would move quickly in order to try and move up and place her rear down upon Abbie's generous chest, pinning it down and flattening those orbs in the process.

Following which, Cat would attempt to move her knees up to pin Abbie's arms down underneath them in order to try and get control of her redheaded opponent. The friendly Irish girl would grin a bit as she'd then proceed to twist her body a bit so she was looking over her shoulder, with her arm slight raised she'd her hand into a fist and then try and ram it down against Abbie's abs, once and then twice and if possible even three times. " Proper Brit huh ? Like you could ever be on top. You guys can't even fight. As evidence here prove."

Abbie squirmed about as the Irish lass sat down upon her chest and pinned her arms to the floor. She felt her proud breasts flatten from the pressure as she shouted out in distress, "Get your fat ass off of me you filthy Celt!" It wouldn't be very long before the British girl would regret those words as she watched with her eyes while Cat twister her body around to face her fit stomach. "No-Oof!" she protested before the air was knocked from her lungs.

Her red hair spread on the floor as Abbie lay stunned underneath Cat. Her tank top started lifting up to show some of her stomach as the punch landed. When the second punch met her stomach, it rose up to expose her naval. Redness could be seen growing. The British beauty could be heard moaning in pain as Cat's punches were doing their damage. Her legs weren't wiggling nearly as much as prior, and as the third punch hit, leaving a clear red mark on her abdomen, now soft and tender, they stopped. Abbie was subdued as the Irish lass sat proudly on her cushioned chest. When she questioned the Brit's ability to fight though, the fiery redhead fired a bit of spit right towards her face.

Blow after blow was rained down onto the British girl's abs by Catelyn as she hammered her fist down over and over, tenderizing those abs of Abbie's which seemed not to stiffle the girl's rude and rough attitude as she threw out more insults and then after Catelyn's little comment the other redhead spat up against her face. Cat brought her free hand up to her cheek to wipe that bit of spit away from her face as she'd then growl out in annoyance.

" Should not have done that British cunt." Cat let out as she'd attempt to push herself up a bit, trying to scoot forward so that she could press her butt down upon Abbies' face, attempting to place the fellow redhead in a facesit as she'd used her knees to pin Abbie's arms down against the mat. The buxom Irish lass would try and rub her butt down against Abbies' and smother the girl, cutting off her air ways. That wasn't all she'd try to do though, as Cat would attempt to reach back with her right hand and attempt to grip a hold of Abbies' right breast, attempting to give it a painful squeeze as the Irish girl would attempt to dig her fingers into the soft flesh for a painful clawhold.

Abbie was feeling rather proud of herself for landing the wad of combat spit squarely on the Irishwoman's cheek. She knew it would only antagonize her further, but it was worth it since she realized her position was rather awful. Her belly was bright red, and her chest felt like it was being crushed as the cushions that were her breasts were being squashed by the weight of the lass.

The redheaded Brit's fortunes were not soon to reverse. Physically immobilized, she could do nothing to prevent the blue denim-covered rear from shifting forward and planting itself squarely on her face. The new situation was enough to rouse some adrenaline in Abbie's veins, but only as much to have her flailing about with muffled screams as her airway was cut off. To add to her dilemma, she soon found a sharp pain in her right breast as Catelyn aimed a claw right into the soft flesh. "AMMMM!!" went the muffled cry of the British girl as her eyes watered.