Conservation Count Out – By Beaker

Lynne Leyton v Clare Wildish

There had been one clash before between Beaker’s feisty Lynne Leyton the London based Mancunian and Clare Wildish a true cockney from South of the river, London had triumphed in that meeting. Tonight there was a rematch fuelled by the women clashing at a meeting over the extension plans for the airport Lynne vocally opposed to the plan had given the spokeswoman a verbal barrage or two during a heated discussion when Clare a friend of the woman had intervened only the presence of the local constabulary had prevented a fight but some negotiation later a fight was on all in style in the ring one fall no time limit no rules. It was the headline event on a three fight card earlier the Brown sisters had easily defeated a German team in a tag match before a sensational debut had seen South African Sherri annihilating Maggie Smith in a so called rookie match.

Now the main event the two women approached from opposite sides of the rings alone as agreed with no rounds no second was required, Clare with short blonde hair measuring in at 5’4” and a well constructed 36C-25-34 inches in an 112lb frame was fifteen years younger than her opponent looking really good in black hold up stockings and black thong. Lynne equally undressed in sheer hold ups and white lacy thong looked incredible for her fifty plus years a well built 5’4” testing the tape to a 34C-25-32 inch figure and holding it at 116lbs. They both clambered into the ring each had taped their knuckles with plaster strips clearly intent on delivering damage and with no ceremony charged into each other fists clenched.

Lynne had needed to be calmed and focused by Beaker after seeing her friend carried from the ring he had got her to focus her energy towards the imminent match and it showed as the blonde tore across the ring fists clenched landing a swift left and right the first caught Clare flush on the cheek the other took her high in the chest rocking her back on her heels. Grabbing Clare’s wrist Lynne hauled her forward driving her knee to the cockney’s crotch folding her forward into a knee to the face and that quickly Beaker’s blonde drew blood. A trickle appeared from Clare’s bottom lip as she rocked back on her heels as Lynne launched a forearm across her throat that sent Ms Wildish slamming to the canvas on her back.

“Get up slut!” snarled Lynne grabbing Clare’s hair and hauling her up before heaving her into the ropes before decking her again with an elbow to the forehead as she accelerated back from the ropes. The Londoner was in trouble crashing to the canvas on her back star like as Lynne measured her before delivering a breast bruising leg drop planting her thigh across the upturned bear breasts of the woman on the mat. Rolling to her feet Lynne strutted for a moment for the cheering crowd stroking her own breasts as a tease to the watching throng as Beaker warned, “Stop show boating finish her off!” “In my own time,” called the smiling gloating seemingly over confident blonde before she turned back to the woman on her back grabbing Clare’s hair she started to drag her up towards her feet.

As Clare rose she suddenly came to life hooking her right fist between the obligingly parted legs of the older woman driving her taped knuckles into Lynne’s hot spot with devastating effect. Lynne screeched as she was lifted from her feet under the force of the blow and she tottered back pain registered across her face as Clare straightened up, “Stop preening and start fighting!” hissed the younger woman stepping into a clouting left hook.
The blow smacking Lynne on the right cheek snapping her head around before she used her right to slam into the woman’s naked left breast drawing another squeal of pain from the older woman. Lynne rocked back giving Clare some space that she used deliciously using a snap kick to the knickerline to fold the blonde forward into a front headlock and then a brutal DDT as Clare dropped to the mat ramming the top of Lynne’s head into the canvas and flipping her to her back. Clare rose to her feet calling to Beaker, “Want to have sex with her later?” as she then drove her heel down hard on the woman’s knickers causing Lynne to sit up with a wail her right hand cupping her crotch before she slumped back to the mat on her side moaning softly, “Now you need a new lover,” teased Clare towards the watching man across the ring.

Clare did not waste any more time though moving to grab the older woman’s hair to drag her to her feet before hooking three heavy punches to the woman’s body around the navel. Each blow seeming to slip deeper into Lynne as the blonde was slowly folded forward clearly damaging her opponent with each clubbing punch until the older woman’s knees buckled and she dropped towards the mat landing on her knees held up by the hand twisted into her hair. She did not stay there for long as Clare used her knee to nail the woman in the chest smacking her between the breasts to send her sprawling to her back on the mat dazed and hurt. Clare launched herself into the air to crash land heavily across the woman’s body a flying body splash dropping her full weight over the blonde’s torso finishing off any remaining air supply.

If it was a three point fall it would have ended there but it was a fight to the finish and in desperation Lynne jabbed a thumb at Clare’s face about the left eye causing the woman to rear back allowing the blonde to heave her off and roll clear crawling towards the rope desperately sucking in oxygen. Clare was on her knees for a moment her left eye watering before she sprang to her feet and raced after the older woman grabbing Lynne by the hair and hurling her into the ropes draping Lynne’s head over the middle rope then planting a knee on the back of her head and pressing down a most effective choke. Satisfied that she was wearing the older woman down Clare grabbed the rope and heaved upwards hurling the woman back into the ring to crash to her back unhappily on the canvas.

Turning the rampant cockney grabbed her rival’s ankles and parted her legs before knee dropping the blonde planting her right knee down hard on the defenceless sex of the older woman. Lynne sat up with a shriek straight into a forearm to the face that slammed her back to the mat as Clare then rose and dropped the knee again, hammered twice in the groin was brutal and Lynne’s screech was loud and long as she writhed around on the mat with her younger opponent strutting around her smiling, “See Beaker I am the better woman maybe I should shag you later!” gloated the cockney causing Lynne to shake with rage amidst her pain and she tried to push herself up to her feet.

Clare laughed and kicked the arm she was using to brace against away from under her causing the blonde to collapse to her back allowing the cockney to deliver a decent leg drop planting her thigh across Lynne’s breasts as she started to dominate the older woman vindictively targeting her womanly charms. Grabbing the blonde’s hair she slammed her head back against the rosin as she rolled to straddle the woman moving to quickly plant her crotch in the woman’s face a humiliation and attempt to cause Lynne to pass out in total surrender to her rival’s sex; Clare had positioned her victim such that as she straddled her rival she herself was facing towards Beaker and she stroked her own breasts while smiling at him.
She had clearly decided to tease the man in her excitement at the moment of victory her nipples were stiffening as she stroked herself gyrating on the other woman’s face when suddenly her facial expression froze and then she screeched and threw herself away from Ms Leyton. The movement she had created had allowed Lynne to effect a brutal escape biting hard at the sex centre over her face as Clare got carried away show boating and the blonde had taken the opportunity desperately. Scrambling to her feet, her face flushed Lynne glared at Beaker, “Don’t even dream about it this bitch is way below your league!” and she turned to meet the younger woman as Clare rose hissing, “Filthy whore you bit me now I’m going to make you pay!” “Anything goes bitch let’s see what you’ve got?” challenged Lynne as they charged at each other hands extended claw like, ill intent tattooed across their faces as they collided in mid ring.

Lynne took Clare by the left wrist while the younger woman caught the older woman’s right arm and their bodies slapped together; Lynne took control though with a really sharp head butt rocking the younger woman back to her heels. Stepping forward Ms Leyton took her rival by the shoulders and then pumped her knee between the woman’s thighs, “My turn now bitch!” hissed the blonde as the blow struck and Clare folded forward her head resting on Lynne’s shoulder. Ms Leyton grabbed the other woman’s briefs and lifted hoisting her off her feet almost by a wedgie as she fell backwards to spin her opponent and dump her heavily on her back in mid ring. Lynne rolled neatly with her rival a sort or reverse head roll to end astride the woman sitting on the woman’s breasts before she started to punch Clare about the head with her taped fists clubbing away at the younger woman with a degree of vigour and hostility that was a step up for the recent conversion to female fighting this was only her twelfth contest.

She had developed into quite a capable scrapper having established herself as Beaker’s number one she was certainly getting much more one on one training exactly what she wanted. A glance at her man showed he was enthused by her performance and she was stirred by the look refocusing on her rival she grabbed the woman’s hair to pull her head up before pounding at Clare’s forehead with her taped right fist half a dozen times before dumping the stunned woman back to the canvas. Clare’s head rolled her expression glazed and blood was running from her hairline from a cut opened by the punching of Ms Leyton as Lynne rose to her feet above the stunned woman. A heel stomp at the woman’s groin was vindictive but effective as Clare curled into a ball with a whimper at her feet hands hugging her sex life as pain throbbed through her belly.

Lynne was now as rampant as Clare had been and there was no mercy this was a war with a message to be delivered and she reached down to drag the moaning woman to her knees. A swift knee was smashed into soft breast flesh as Lynne continued to control and dominate proceedings, with the woman’s breasts and sex successfully smashed Lynne dragged her rival the rest of the way up to her feet. Ms Leyton hoisted her opponent off her feet and heaved her inverted into the corner hooking her legs over the top rope leaving Clare suspended inverted in the corner. Stepping back she delivered a wicked elbow smashing her arm down between the woman’s parted thighs delivering another thumping blow to her sex life with real venom. Then Lynne grabbed the ropes to support herself before jab kicking sharply at the woman’s body until the wilting Clare collapsed to the canvas in a heap at Ms Leyton’s feet with the crowd roaring this was what they wanted brutal woman on woman action each giving and taking their all showing no mercy intent on the destruction of the other in a very female way.
Lynne reached down to take the woman by the hair to drag her up for more punishment and immediately regretted it as once more Clare showed her resilience with another punch from the floor once more finding the soft centre of Lynne’s love life. Ms Leyton staggered into the ropes with a yelp as Clare fell against the ropes on the opposite side of the turnbuckle. Lynne sucked in air trying to numb her mind to the throbbing pain between her legs as Clare blew hard equally attempting to overcome the pain in her own body each pushed up from the ropes and threw a punch. Neither blow landed but Lynne slipped inside Clare’s arm and used it to twist the woman and hurl her into the ropes around her and then using her elbow she slammed a blow across the woman’s throat using her gagging against the taut strands.

Turning in front of the woman Lynne avoided the knee driven towards her crotch using her thigh to block the blow before driving a right hook into Clare’s left breast and then a left uppercut into the right cup. Each blow sent the large orb swaying wildly across the woman’s chest clearly painful before Lynne nailed her rival in the knickers with her own knee and as Clare folded forward with a moan she whipped her to the mat with a crisp Irish Whip. Clare crashed to her back with Lynne dropping to kneel next to her delivering crisp left and right punches first to Ms Wildish’s forehead to leave her stunned on the canvas before giving each big breast a thumping and finally a couple of blows t the triangle of delights below her waist that left the woman spread eagled and moaning softly clearly hors d’combat finally beaten to a defeat by the older woman.

Lynne placed her hand over her rival’s crotch and started to squeeze finally causing the woman to look at her pain beginning to register, “Now bitch you’ll sign our petition and stay away from my man or this will get ripped out got it?” snarled Lynne with venom and Clare nodded, “Say it bitch say I won and you’ll sign!” hissed Lynne squeezing hard, Clare muttered, “I give you win let go you bitch I’ll sign let go!” she pleaded as Lynne continued to crush her crotch. “Good!” smiled Lynne swiftly straddling the woman, “Now kiss me loser!” she ordered thrusting her crotch towards the woman’s face pulling Clare’s head up by the hair with one hand while the other hand continued to pinch and claw at the woman’s crotch. Clare submissively kissed the knickered crotch of her rival before Lynne released the pinching hold at her crotch and cracked her hard to the jaw leaving the woman out cold on the canvas as she rose to her feet to pose triumphantly over the younger woman totally beaten on the night to the applause of the crowd.

Lynne strutted to Beaker and then embraced before leading him away for a pretty energetic celebration while Clare was carried to the locker area where it took quite a while for her to recover her senses but bruises would be the only obvious injuries apparent for a few days. Before she left she sent a text message to Beaker promising him a much better celebration than he was getting from “the old trout” after their next meeting if Leyton was brave enough to try to beat her again it was one all and there needed to be a decider. Beaker smiled and offered the phone to Lynne who immediately fired off a reply, “Any time bitch, Beaker is still recovering from our celebration I can fuck him and take you at the same time I’ll call soon now I’m getting some more cock!” She tossed the phone aside and made good on that statement and the celebration continued she was still the number one for this man.

THE END