By T. Trolley

I was at home when I received the call from Teresa, who immediately said,
"Well, looks like you've got your fight!"

Teresa then explained that a woman named Tilde, a 24-year-old model type, had
been exchanging barbs with her back and forth at work. Teresa said Tilde was
always trying to undermine her and made no bones about not liking Teresa.
Teresa said the feeling was mutual. Finally, the tension came to a head at work
and the two had a screaming match outside in the parking lot. That is where
Tilde challenged Teresa to a fight. Teresa quickly agreed and, thinking of my
desire to see her fight and her desire to see me there to cheer her on and watch
her win, invited me to watch the spectacle.

Teresa wore the Detroit Tigers jersey I bought for her, as well as panties.
Tilde wore a two-piece white bikini. There would be no ref and the two would
fight to a conclusion, anything goes!

I was confident Teresa would win. After all, she was a former street fighter
and strong for a woman. When I saw Tilde, she was a model type with no
definition in her arms or legs. It looked like Teresa would have an easy time of it.

But when the fight began, the two wild fighters came at each other with fists
flying and claws extended. Tilde was surprisingly aggressive since it turned
out that she, too, was somewhat of a street fighter. But Teresa's size gave
her the advantage as she lifted and threw Tilde against the wall and then
unleashed a strong series of punches all over the stunned brunette's body! Tilde
could only cover up and hope for an opening!

I smiled as Teresa pummeled Tilde. I was sure that Teresa would soon dispose
of the young model-type and make me proud. After all, this was the kind of
girl Teresa said she beat all the time in her school days. Teresa was handling
Tilde impressively well as she was beating her up and literally mugging her. I
was sure Tilde would give up the fight and that Teresa would be the easy, quick
winner of this massacre. Indeed, I relished the fact that there was no ref as
Teresa would now have the chance to perhaps extend the spectacle just a bit
longer before it ended since thus far it looked like a ref would have stopped
this early.

Teresa then brought Tilde out into the center of the room and began pounding
the smaller girl about the back and head. The thuds of Teresa's punches
meeting their mark were loud. I was relishing the spectacle of my beautiful
girlfriend beating up another beautiful woman and proving herself to be more woman
than Tilde, ultimately triumphing in a battle that proved who was the better
woman.

Teresa's barrage had driven Tilde to her knees, and for a split second it
looked like Tilde would not recover. Teresa had really worked her over and looked
like the fight was drawing to a close! All she needed to do was finish off
Tilde and she would be the winner!

But, after falling to her knees, Tilde looked up and, seeing Teresa coming
back at her, raised her fist quickly under Teresa's chin, knocking her back --
dazed! This was the type of punch I had always dreamed of my girlfriend taking.
Teresa's chin and jaw were not created to take punches and I once dreamed
that someone nearly knocked Teresa out with this kind of punch! But that was a
right cross to the tip of the chin and this was a huge, powerful uppercut that
caught Teresa completely by surprise!

Teresa's eyes closed on impact and she loudly groaned as she stumbled back!
Teresa had been shocked and surprised by the uppercut from the little Tilde but
I was shocked even more!

Teresa was well on her way to winning this fight easily, but now with one
surprising punch my gorgeous, precious girlfriend had not only been sent reeling,
but she was dazed as well!

Tilde then attacked fast, taking the advantage now with powerful punches of
her own. I watched in horror as Tilde worked my dazed gal over, driving fast,
hard punches into Teresa's body! Teresa was too dazed to defend herself, much
less mount an offense of her own! Tilde's punches seared unmolested into my
girlfriend's unprotected body -- quickly, forcefully and repeatedly! Teresa, for
a few seconds, had shockingly become Tilde's punching bag!

Tilde's expertise in fighting now began to show with her brutal punches.
Teresa, afraid of being attacked to the face, bowed her head and used her arms to
cover her face -- allowing Tilde to continue to work her soft body over with
hard, powerful punches! Teresa screamed out twice in pain as Tilde punched her
in the body! Tilde worked Teresa against the wall and finally down to her
butt! Tilde had knocked Teresa off her feet! Teresa was suddenly in danger of
losing this fight to a younger, perhaps stronger, Tilde!

As Teresa sat, holding her bruised body. Tilde savagely kicked, punched and
verbally abused the larger girl! "I told you I'd kick your butt and that's what
I'm doing, you piece of garbage!" yelled Tilde! "You had enough yet? You had
enough?" The sight of Tilde beating up Teresa and possibly winning the fight
astonished me. There was Teresa -- the woman who so loved me -- getting beaten
up and offering no resistance to a woman seemingly better than her! I never
dreamed that Teresa would ever look so helpless, especially at the hands of
someone like Tilde! Tilde was winning the fight and beating up my dear, sweet
Teresa!

Tilde, now growing more confident, pulled the hurt Teresa out into the center
of the room for more punishment. I watched in amazement as Tilde literally
woman handled Teresa, yanking her to the center of the room by her left arm!
Then Tilde locked her legs around Teresa's waist, working to crush the wind from
her opponent's body!

"I can't believe it! She's got Teresa now between her legs! She's liable to
lose!" I thought as Tilde's legs crushed in on Teresa's already battered body.
I knew that Tilde's well-shaped legs were hurting Teresa's ribs! But not only
that -- Tilde's legs were like an anaconda boa, wrapped around Teresa's body
with the intent of crushing the very life's breath from her and allowing Tilde
to finish my beloved woman off and envelope her in an eternal shroud of
humiliation and embarrassment!

Teresa, on all fours when Tilde trapped her between her thighs, groaned and
squealed when Tilde put on the pressure! Teresa looked pleadingly up at me, her
eyes seemingly begging for help as the younger model crushed her with her
thighs and began her anaconda-like move to finish Teresa off in front of my eyes!

I knew that Teresa had never been in a hold like this and he also knew that,
sooner or later, Teresa would lose to Tilde and fall to her if she didn't get
away. I watched Teresa wince and then her mouth opened slightly as slowly
Tilde did the unthinkable -- squeeze the air from Teresa's body!

Teresa couldn’t breathe and her face began to turn red! I looked on in
amazement as my dainty little flower began to wilt and melt between the legs of
Tilde!

Teresa, however, was not finished quite yet. She knew she wouldn't have the
stamina to go much longer against her quick, younger foe so she reached out --
grabbing Tilde around the throat, smiling as Tilde's eyes bulged!

Teresa now, with all her strength, began to crush her smaller rival's
windpipe! Tilde, with tears in her eyes, slowly fell back and yielded to Teresa's
firm death grip around her throat and ended up laying flat, moaning and
coughing, trying to get some precious air! As Tilde slumped to her back, Teresa
followed her and was now straddling her body! Teresa, knowing she was in control,
slowly moved up and sat atop Tilde's chest, slapping her pretty face back and
forth as Tilde laid almost motionless. Teresa then slid herself forward to sit
across Tilde's face, smothering her kicking victim!

Teresa, after several minutes, slowly raised herself up off a limp,
motionless Tilde, smiling as she stood atop her battered prey. Teresa smiled as she
raised her arms in victory and looked over at me, proud of her victory in front
of me!