A Champagne Moment

The phone call had been a little out of the blue but Beaker had readily agreed to organise the contest proposed by Consort and to provide a venue for the clash. Lynn was a fifty-year-old fighting hellcat, who had arrived on the female fighting scene late but had proved to be a natural her feud with Sandra had led to numerous brutal battles. Her appearances on the apartment scene were becoming legendary as many younger fighters fell to her all in brutal style her particular favourite matches were against blondes. Lynn was a brunette and simply detested blonde’s so when one appeared across the mat she delighted in dismantling her and humiliating her completely always rubbing her opponent out and often teasing and tempting her victim’s man as his woman lay on the floor. This is where Eileen came in; she was in her mid forties and was one mean very sexy rough blonde bombshell, she had heard about the new rough house brawler and her intention to whip all blondes into surrender. The fact that Lynn had made a play for Consort had so incensed the blonde that she demanded a fight as soon as possible especially after the brunette had disrupted a tag match causing Eileen and her partner to lose a title match. Eileen had even forced Consort to get Beaker to fix the contest, as Consort was fully booked with matches for the next two weeks.

Beaker had sorted the space in a lodge motel room in the South East of England, he had arrived early and cleared as much furniture a she could from the living room before the women arrived. Eileen arrived first her curvy full figure looking glorious in a tight black dress her blonde locks thick and long her magnificent chest thrust forward as Beaker let her into the room. “Hello, big boy, Consort has warned me to keep away from you and I can see why I hope the champagne is on ice in the bedroom.” Before he could respond a strong knock sounded at the door and Lynn entered the room an equally tight and revealing red number hugged her equally full body. “So you’re the blonde whore who’s going to beat the living shit out of me are you sweetie?” snapped the brunette as she strode into the room before she added, “I see Consort couldn’t face seeing you buried well I hope this one’s booked you an ambulance for your journey home.” “Oh do shut up you’ve got a big mouth and I am going to silence it so come on you fart tart,” snapped back Eileen as the two women kicked off their shoes.

Beaker probably risking his life got between them for a moment, “Right anything goes I will stop it if necessary but otherwise may the better woman win.” “Oh she will,” called Lynn launching a haymaker of a punch at Eileen’s face as he stepped back clouting her right between the eyes and knocking her backwards. Eileen grunted as her nose was crushed and her eyes welled up with the stinging pain but she fought back lashing big open handed slaps at the brunette’s head knocking Lynn from side to side as she barrelled forward. They both grabbed at the others dress and started to rip the expensive skirts apart Lynn succeeding in tearing Eileen’s dress along the length of a seam revealing some incredibly sexy underwear. Eileen rolled back as her dress disintegrated showing off her lacy white bra, knickers and suspenders with flesh coloured stockings. Lynn stood and threw the ruined dress at her rival her own dress ripped open at the front showing a black bra that supported her large breasts delightfully presenting a fine cleavage.

Eileen batted the flying garment away and turned to find the brunette filling her vision and her belly exploded as Lynn’s right foot buried itself in her guts. The blonde folded forward and was grabbed by the hair and dragged around the room legs and arms flailing until Lynn released her into an uncontrolled spin to crash to the floor. “Cheap hair,” hissed Lynn flicking strands of blonde hair from her fingers as she set off towards Eileen kicking her in the side as she stood over the woman, “Get up and fight, bitch.” Eileen tried to comply reaching her hands and knees before Lynn kicked her again in the stomach lifting her from the floor and tossing her to her back and allowing Lynn to stamp on her stomach, then her breasts and finally on her tiny white briefs. Eileen was wailing in pain as Lynn put the boot in and desperately tried to protect herself from the flying feet before Lynn leapt on her driving her knees into the woman’s boobs with relish.

Eileen’s boobs were stunningly crushed into unbelievable shapes as Lynn’s knees landed and she screeched in pain raising her arms to try to force the woman off. Lynn grabbed the flying arms at the wrist and moved over the blonde’s body pinning her flat to the floor bouncing her bum heavily on the already bruised breasts of the blonde. Lynn leant her face close to Eileen, who continued to struggle, and spat full in her face and as Eileen’s eyes widened in shock she stunningly butted her in the face hard. Eileen flopped to the mat moaning her head spinning as she saw stars while Lynn climbed to her feet and placed her foot on the woman’s throat. Eileen started to gargle and struggled to shift the foot as she started to loose her senses. Lynn lifted her foot as she saw the blonde drifting towards unconsciousness and snarled; “Not yet blondie I want you to suffer some more.” She reached for the blonde’s ankles and lifted the woman’s legs from the floor parting her thighs as she did so while speaking with venom, “Now for some fun you stupid blonde tart.” Her foot was drawn back and thrust forward at pace crashing home into the blonde’s crotch with brutal force and then drawn back and delivered again and again.

The three cunt crippling kicks seemed to finish the blonde completely as Lynn dropped her legs and then viciously stamped on the triangle of white lace again before stepping on the woman’s stomach and walking over to Beaker. “Well as you can see blonde’s can’t fight, now did she mention champagne,” murmured Lynn stepping over to the man before she noticed the bottle on ice on the side. “Now are we going to drink that or do you want me to brain her with it,” she jerked a thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the crumpled blonde. “Personally I like to drink it, sharing it with a beautiful woman is always special though but I think you may have an argument on your hands,” replied Beaker nodding over Lynn’s shoulder.

The brunette turned to see Eileen on her feet and glaring across at her, “Well, well Blondie wants some more does she?” sneered Lynn turning to face her opponent again. “I’ve had about enough of you, you fat old tart now get over here so I can beat the shit out of you,” snarled Eileen bringing her fists up. Lynn laughed out loud, “You talk a good fight but I’ve already laid you out once now I’m going to do it for good.” The exchange complete the two hellcats flew at each other fists flying with the brunette almost bulldozing Eileen backwards and grabbing the woman by the throat before unloading three blows into the woman’s white knickers. Eileen crashed to her knees as Lynn released her and then cupping her hands clasping her fingers she swung a wicked blow into the side of her face flinging her sideways. Eileen crashed to the floor with blood running down her cheek from a cut high in her hairline as Lynn turned back towards Beaker and called, “See blonde’s can’t fight.”

Lynn turned back towards her foe and suddenly yelped herself as Eileen rising from the floor landed her first punch of the fight deep into her belly. Lynn gushed out air and folded forward, as Eileen continued to get to her feet, straight onto a stunning upper cut that threw her over backwards to sit down hard. Eileen stood and hissed, “Now let’s see who has the most fun,” before lashing out with her foot catching Lynn flush on the jaw knocking her to her back. Eileen then returned the favour of earlier delivering a fearsome kick to the flattened woman’s crotch. Lynn rolled over clutching herself and wailing in pain as she tried to escape the blonde’s assault. Eileen was keen to pay the brunette back for the battering she had received and grabbed the brunette’s hair and hauled her back to her knees. She then pulled her up towards her feet and tugged her ripped dress up over her head temporarily depriving her of her vision before slamming her fist into the cloth covered head knocking Lynn flat to her back.

The brunette hit the carpet hard and lay momentarily stunned her black briefs and stockings on display as Eileen smiled over at Beaker, “Now doesn’t that look better we don’t have to look at her ugly face. Get ready to crack the bubbly.” She turned and reached for the crumpled form on the mat when suddenly Lynn’s fist appeared at full bore and caught her in the throat and sending her stumbling to her knees gagging badly as Lynn disentangled herself from her ruined dress.

“Now your mine, you blonde bitch,” snarled Lynn grabbing Eileen by the hair and slamming her face first to the floor opening the cut on her head so a crimson streak appeared in the blonde’s hair. Lynn shoved the blonde aside and moved to get to her feet but Eileen grabbed her ankle and tugged and the brunette sat down again and collected a stunning backhand to the face as the blonde lashed out her knocking her flat to her back. The two women were both on the floor looking dishevelled; Eileen had a cut in her hair that had left an interesting highlight in her hair while Lynn now sported a dribble of blood from her nose testament to the wicked slap. They rolled apart sucking in breath as they moved to their feet ready to resume the battle.

The two battling beauties were both wearing intense looks as their arms came up hands extended claw like ready to rip into their rival. They flew at each other hands tearing at each other’s hair as they clashed bodies slapping together Lynn’s larger breasts enveloped Eileen’s not insubstantial orbs as they grappled together. Lynn noted that her boobs were dominating her foes and switched tactics to lock her own arms around Eileen’s waist in a bear hug and crushed her rival. “My tits are better than yours and now my body will break yours,” she hissed as she continued to squeeze Eileen. The blonde gritted her teeth and released the twin hair hold she had moving her arms to try to break the grip Lynn had on her waist.

Lynn grunted with the effort she was making and she hoisted Eileen’s feet from the floor increasing the pressure on the blonde’s back. Eileen was struggling for breath and her ribs felt like they were going to snap as Lynn piled on the pressure but the blonde was no mug and retained a clear thought process as she plotted her escape. She raised her arms high and brought them down in twin chops to the brunette’s neck with sudden slashing efficiency breaking the hold as Lynn staggered back. Eileen dropped back to her feet and gulped in air and on seeing her rival head bowed before her stepped forward lashing her foot up in a vicious kick to her rival’s stomach. Lynn doubled forward and stumbled a pace or two towards Eileen, who grabbed her opponent’s head to steady her before brutally slamming her elbow down between her shoulder blades driving her to the carpet in an untidy heap.

Lynn lay at Eileen’s feet for a moment before the blonde kicked her in the side of the head knocking her full length and on to her back. Eileen enjoying her ascendancy dropped knee first into the woman’s crotch her knee bone thudding deep into the black briefs of the brunette drawing an awful scream from her throat. Lynn sat up as the colour drained from her face through the intense pain in her crotch, her situation not improved by the sharp punch that exploded between her eyes as Eileen towered over her. The brunette crashed back to the floor arms wide blood smeared across her face from her battered nose as Eileen settled herself astride her opponent and cruelly twisted the woman’s breasts. Lynn moaned as her huge hemispheres were twisted and mauled by the blonde, who left nasty looking welts on the soft flesh before she slid forward to bounce her broad beam across the same tortured tits. A swift left to the face put Lynn’s senses into a spin as the blonde dominated this portion of the fight and Eileen revelling in her position slid further forward pushing her white knickered cunt into the woman’s battered face and grinding her crotch on top of Lynn’s injured nose.

Lynn’s resistance went from a muffled scream and wildly waving hands to virtually no movement as Eileen enjoyed her dominance with a wide grin and running her fingers through her shoulder length blonde hair. She looked over at Beaker and said, “Well big boy you know how I like to celebrate brake out the champagne.” The obvious bulge in his jeans revealed his emotion at the moment as he turned to reach for the bottle chilling behind him and a pair of glasses, his attention moved from the highly charged scene for a second to reach for the items when suddenly a scream dragged his eyes back. He saw Eileen leaping sideways clutching at her crotch and Lynn rolling the other way climbing to her feet with a look of pure hatred in her eyes.

“No blonde bitch sits on my face and gets away with it, bitch,” snarled the brunette reaching her feet and storming towards her rival. “You bit me you bloody bitch,” cried Eileen as she backed away trying to get to her feet. Lynn kicked her hard in the chest knocking her to her back before diving on top of the blonde. Hands grabbed at hair and scratched at faces as the two brawlers crashed around the room on the floor, Eileen’s bra gave way in the tussle and her big breasts bounced into view giving Lynn another target to scratch at and grab. They rolled over and over eventually crashing against the settee stopping their motion with Lynn on top; each had a handful of hair and a captured breast as they stopped. Each tugged and twisted at the other’s body but Lynn’s upper position gave her an advantage and she was able to lift Eileen’s head by the hair and slam it into the floor three times.

The blonde started to flop around as Lynn scrambled her brains and she lost her twin grip giving Lynn the opportunity to twist and maul both her breasts with sadistic glee. Eileen started to flail her arms as the torturous pan got through the grey cloud in her head and more by luck than judgement she caught Lynn square on the nose. The blow redoubled the flow of blood and stopped the woman in her tracks for a moment giving Eileen a stationary target, which she accepted landing a colossal right hook to the chin that spilled the woman to the floor. Eileen shoved her rival away and climbed unsteadily to her feet wearing the signs of battle scratches on her face and breasts and the crimson streak in her hair. Lynn looked no better as she struggled to her feet similarly scratched and with a wicked bruise on her left cheek and blood from her nose smeared on her face and dripped on to her breasts.

They turned to face each other the indications of tired battered bodies gathering for the final effort as they squared up for the final phase it was now a question of who had the staying power and who wanted it more. They warily closed arms extending both looking amazingly sexy in the battered remains of their underwear in the middle of the lodge lounge as they prepared for the final showdown. Lynn lashed out first with a big open handed slap that was well telegraphed but Eileen was slowing down and only partially ducked taking the blow on the side of her head causing her to wince. Lynn had caught the wound on her head and caused her to duck forward unfortunately for her straight into a rapidly rising knee that cracked her hard in the face straightening her up with her own nose now bleeding.

Lynn stepped close to the partly groggy woman and grabbed her shoulders to steady her before lifting her knee firmly into the white knickered groin once, twice and then a third time. Eileen’s hips spasmed as her sex was brutally battered and her knees gave way and she dropped to her knees before the brunette hands clasped to her crotch. Lynn took hold of the woman’s blonde hair as she stood over her and hissed, “How does it feel blondie, your cunt rammed into your throat, your face kicked in, admit I’m the better woman.” She added to the blonde’s discomfort by shaking her head from side to side and slapping at her face with her other hand, “Give up bitch,” she snarled. Eileen was in intense pain but managed to hiss with venom, “Never,” as she suddenly slammed her fist with all the strength she could muster between the woman’s legs right into the thin gusset of her black knickers.”

The moment seemed frozen as the blonde’s arm disappeared like a jack knife between the brunette’s thighs lifting her from the floor an expression of complete shock etched on her face as her insides were pounded to a pulp by the killer punch. Lynn collapsed over Eileen’s shoulder air rushing from her lungs in complete agony a pitiful mewing sound coming from her lips as the pain cursed through her lower body. Eileen summoning her final reserves stood with the brunette over her shoulder in a fireman’s carry and turned towards Beaker before uttering, “That’s how you smash a loud mouth.” She turned round and showing him her delightful rear lines heaved the brunette off to crash to the floor slamming her down to her back with an awesome thump.

Lynn clasped her opponent’s ankles and pulled her legs wide and then jumped to land with her knees into the inner thighs of the brunette in a brutal leg split slam. Eileen landed between the wide open legs of the brunette, who wailed in agony and partially sat up with her legs spread wide until Eileen landed a beauty of a left cross that knocked her to her back. The following straight right, left, right combination effectively ended it each punch delivered with complete malice and precision into the very heart of the woman’s sex smack into the centre of the black triangle of cloth offering no protection to the jewel within. Each thudding blow drew a pitiful gurgle from Lynn flat on her back as her womanhood was systematically dealt a knockout blow; her love lips punched to a pulp her insides crying for relief.

Eileen slowly climbed to her feet and prodded between the woman’s obligingly parted thighs with her toes and received only a moan in response and slowly a wide grin developed on her face as she loomed over the beaten woman. Eileen stepped forward and sat down heavily astride Lynn’s body ensuring her full weight landed on the woman’s huge breasts before she slid forward pulling the woman’s face firmly into her crotch and thoroughly enjoyed grinding out her victory. Lynn was completely out of it as the blonde enjoyed herself astride her face until Beaker moved forward and gently eased her off to her feet. “It’s over you’ve won leave her alone,” he murmured into her ear as she slowly stood and turned to face him. “Now where’s the champagne handsome,” she smiled wrapping her arms around his neck.

He reached for the bottle and they popped the cork spilling some of the contents, which Eileen ensured splashed onto the face of the brunette as she took hold of the bottle. She gently eased Beaker away and stood one foot pressed on Lynn’s crotch as she sipped champagne and again spilling some on the woman’s face until she started to stir. “Now you fat, bitch get out of my space I thrashed your lardy arse now I don’t need to look at it anymore, got that?” hissed the blonde twisting her foot as she spoke. Lynn’s eyes focused on the blonde as the pain erupted in her battered crotch again, “Get off me you tramp,” she cried. “Admit you lost to the better woman, first,” sneered the blonde again twisting her foot through the woman’s pubic charms.

“Alright, alright, you win this time but I’m really going to make you suffer next time,” snarled the brunette a comment that won her a nasty hard stamp on to her love box from the blonde. Lynn wailed in pain and rolled into a ball as Eileen reached down and grabbed a handful of hair and dragging the woman to her hands and knees before tugging her across the room. Eileen stopped twice, first to pass her glass to Beaker and second to pick up the dress Lynn had been wearing before hauling the woman to the door. Eileen opened the door and threw the cloth out then pulled the brunette to her feet before she slapped her hard across the face and kicked her through the door, “Get lost, loser,” she shouted shoving the woman out and closing the door.

She turned back to the room resting against the door for a moment before swaying over to Beaker and collapsing into his arms, “Now take me to bed, big boy and ease my pain.” She pulled him close and kissed him passionately and they collected the champagne as they slowly moved into the other room. Meanwhile Lynn had gathered her things and covered up before she walked to her car and her mobile phone, she picked up the small handset and hit a speed dial number, “Hello, Consort I thought I’d call you and let you know what happened……………….” The scene was set for a roughhouse return match in less that two minutes while the blonde was receiving some tender ministrations from Beaker in the motel bedroom. Lynn turned the phone off and smiled to herself, what a delightful turnaround despite the defeat and the pain in her body she felt distinctly better already, she could not wait to get into the blonde again and put her firmly in her place.

THE END