Everything was progressing as expected. The ladies were formed into a tight tag team. There was no way they could lose. Then there was no way they could compete. No one saw it coming. With one person already down the next injury happened totally unexpectedly. Not that anyone was surprised but the severity and intensity shocked even the most veteran of the group. Missy lying on the mat with her shoulder dislocated was perhaps the worst thing that could have happened.
Cindy King was the last person, ok maybe MJ, that people would have thought would hurt Missy. But as the hardworking catfighter that Cindy King, socialite and paparazzi darling, had become like a sponge taking in all moves and advice. Missy was showing her arm and wristlock holds when Missy’s shoulder popped like a cork out of a bottle. Missy screamed and Angie popped it back in but examination said Missy would need surgery to repair musculature around the shoulder that had frazzled through years of abuse. Missy passed the surgery with flying colors and Cissy Antoine had even snuck in her room and slid under Missy’s covers and did her as she slept. Missy moved and smiled. Cissy thought what Buffy did to Jenny as she was out. Missy woke to find an ex-bodybuilder between her legs. Hey babe.
Cindy had never been much good at anything. She wasn’t an artist or musician or athlete. She wasn’t a good student but she was smart. She was rich and for the first 24 years of her life she excelled at being rich. Now for the last 6 months she was a good fighter and an even better friend. She and Janice had become close friends and she and Lorna just became close. Lorna was part confidante and lover. Ok part mother she didn’t really know or have a closeness for. She loved her real mother when mom wasn’t in Singapore or running with actors or actresses. It had been awkward presenting Lorna as a friend. Mom got it but still wasn’t comfortable and what were you doing in Podunk USA? Fighting mom doesn’t everyone? No couldn’t tell her that so I met her in a bar in Key West and we took a liking to each other. Stay close to the truth and you couldn’t go wrong. Cindy started to develop a little musculature and she was always sure of herself, because of daddy’s bucks behind her but now she was sure of herself because she could handle herself. Cindy lay at night cradled in Lorna’s arm as Lorna snoozed. Paris, Nicole and some of her past “friends” would call occasionally and wonder where she was. I’m here. Why they would ask? Uh well I met these people and this woman and well for the first time in my life I’m happy. Happy, there? Geez must be some people. Yeah they are.
Janice Dickens finished her jog. Janice was dressed or undressed some would say in a sports bra about 2 sizes too small and a pair of short shorts. Nancy Mills her Goth girlfriend rode a bike chatting to Janice who Nancy believed was the best girlfriend, best person and best lover anyone could have. Janice a blonde with a dynamite body and great tits kissed Nancy dressed in black jeans and a tight black sleeveless muscle shirt. Janice had fought Nancy aka 6 in the fight against the NYU’ers. Nancy had at the start gotten the best of the novice Janice but Janice got pissed off and found her inner catfighter and beat up Nancy. She even in anger taken a belt to Nancy, that Nancy enjoyed surprising both women. They had talked about no more beatings but living together they had gotten drunk and Janice took a wooden spoon to the naked ass and pussy of all things of Nancy. Nancy swears she never came so much. Nancy had transferred and they both went to a small school on Long Island and lived in an apartment together. They had gone to a club with the other ladies and a loudmouth female had gotten on Nancy’s case because of her Goth tendencies. Everyone in a party mood declined to deal with the troublemaker. The troublemaker a big Italian type had gone so far as to stick her finger in Nancy’s face. Nancy trying to be good and live down her NYU Female Fight Club affiliation walked away. The girl Maria laughed at Nancy calling her all manner of names. She finally got to some lesbian slurs and who would be stupid enough to go out with a Goth dike. Uh well that would be me. It was during a lull in the music as Janice got into Maria’s face. The tension could be cut with a knife as the beautiful blonde faced down the dark-haired Maria. Maria was bigger than the 5’7, 140 Janice. Janice suddenly smiled and whispered something in Maria’s ear. If dark-haired Italian types could blush, Maria did. Blushed and walked away and wound up leaving with 3 of her girlfriends. Angie in an outfit that covered nothing of her amazing body walked up to Janice. What did you say to her? I told her if she said one more thing I’d take her guinea ass outside and give her the beating of her life and she be eating that fucking Goth out ALL night. Good for you. Missy was in a sling and Buffy was in a cast. But all were there. MJ had sleeveless on showing off her arms. Wendy had a one-piece outfit on, with 3 buttons down showing off the best chest in the place and enough leg to be arrested in 6 states. Buffy looked great even in a cast. Angie had the same 3 buttons undone and a slit in her skirt revealing legs to die for. Janice had 2 buttons undone but still showing off more cleavage than before her fight. Also she had a miniskirt also revealing legs to die for. Nancy looked like the Pauley Perrette character in NCIS. Cindy had a miniskirt and sleeveless, too, also showing her newfound musculature. Lorna and Cissy both looked better but dressed knowing couldn’t compete if ever with the young guns. Again as in Key West this group was the life of the party.
Harry Hiller wanted it to happen and everyone invited. Harry had originally been involved 15 years before but interest had waned and police interest had gotten bigger. But Harry knew female fighting was back bigger than ever and Harry wanted to run another tag team tournament. They would have it like the old days. Three- women per team and fight till you have a winner. He would rent a hall and have “advertising” Hell he knew you couldn’t just advertise a female fighting tourney but you could advertise through rags and word of mouth in the fighting community and underworld. Grace would help now that had returned from Key West. She was much more amenable since her return and Harry found out Grace had been beaten up on the beach by not Missy Ettinger but Cissy Antoine. Harry had been in the crowd of the now infamous Missy/Cissy broom handle fight. He could still see Cissy’s muscular bloody body laying there, ass in the air with the handle jammed in her ass. Missy was in her early 20’s then and jammed the broom into Cissy and crawled off the mat. Of course as she crawled away Cissy screamed that unforgettable scream. Cissy the next big thing in female bodybuilder and part-time fighter was never the same. Harry knew Cissy was a bully and deserved everything she got that night due to past bad activities with other girls. Cissy beat girls up, girls that really couldn’t defend themselves. Cissy probably thought this of Missy Ettinger. Wrong. The fight lasted over an hour and both women were on their knees at the end. Cissy was especially frustrated having Missy in two painful submission holds and not being able to get a submission. Finally with a simple hammerlock Cissy had screamed her submission and Missy stood, walked to get the broom as Cissy now begged. Missy didn’t utter a word. Fortunately Missy used the rounded end and not the broken end. Missy shoved it in and it stuck long enough for Harry to have a pic of Cissy lying there with the handle hanging in the air. Female fighting in the area died a bit after the extreme nature of that. But yet he also remembered women being hurt in their parking lot of their tourney. Things and blood had gotten out of control. Harry seemed to remember Missy was on the winning tag team with her friend the big blonde wrestler, boxer, football player. What was her name? Harley? Things had gotten out of control and probably would again he conceded but he wasn’t the only one talking of a return to the tag wars. This time around most of the women would have their fees paid by sponsors, those paying for mixed wrestling “sessions”. Things would be different but the same. Harry would call Missy and a few like her. This would get the ball rolling. Also Harry had managed to call Sid. Sid was THE man in female fight videos. Sid had the only video of Cissy and Missy. Neither knew a copy existed. Sid provided $$$ for the event and $$$ for the top 3 teams. BUT he needed videos of every fight, every humiliation in the ring and outside. Sometimes the best took place after the fights.
Obviously Buffy and I are out of it. Are you going to compete? You know I’m part of the returning champions. Yeah and fuck you, too Miss. Angie and Missy laughed. Harry had called Missy and told her about the tourney. Missy was breaking the news to Angie. So who are you partners? Lorna? Cissy? Neither and I don’t think either would want to. Right. Wendy? Doubtful she wasn’t happy getting the shit kicked out of her against the NYU’ers. Janice? If she wants, yeah. MJ? Heard she’d be in Oregon that weekend visiting that old fighting friend of hers.Cindy? Me, Janice and Cindy. Maybe Cindy could wear a mask. Geez there will be a couple hundred people between fighters and spectators. Somebody will recognize her. I don’t care, was Cindy’s response. Lorna and I have a nice life. We’re happy. I like fighting. It is what it is. I actually have a job. I’m working in an office. I’m good. My folks wouldn’t recognize me. Thank you. Missy and Angie looked at each other. Thanks for what? Hey I was Paris and Nicole. That night in Key West, you people knew who I was. I’m still waiting for one of you to ask one question about me. I mean Lorna and I have talked. But you folks want nothing from me. I want to be a good teammate. I wanted to SAVE Wendy that day. If she was doing what she was doing to you Ang that’s ok but the way she was made to do it. Hey I’ll make somebody do it but it doesn’t make it right. I want to fight and I’ll have yours and Jan’s back. All I can ask. A tourney? When? 15th of next month. You, me and Princess? Oh yeah. Wendy pissed? No not at all. MJ? Not around. Good count me in. Can Nancy come? Yes we may need back-up. Buffy and Missy will be walking wounded so somebody like Wendy and Nancy watching our backs would be great. Nude? Doubtful. End up that way? Probable. Great. Spectators? According to Missy probably a couple of hundred. Really? Yeah. Also great. Janice and Cindy had never worked so hard in their lives. Janice had been a college athlete and was working harder now. There now was an hardness to their bodies as with Angie. It became obvious that Janice had left Wendy behind fighting wise. Cindy and Wendy was now a toss up but Wendy had her by 30 pounds.
Both Cindy and Janice aka now Jan were both stunned at how fighting had become important to them and in their lives. Cindy now loved her life. She had been in a few “catfights” in school, hairpulling and rolling around. Now she could make a muscle with her bicep. Not a big one surely but a muscle on Cindy King? And to have a muscle one had to do work and hardwork. That concept was foreign to Cindy a year prior. Hell no body liked to have fun more than Cindy but the girls loved to have fun, also. Once she worried about her relationship with Lorna, age difference and all. Now she relished it. She loved Lorna and the feeling was mutual. Janice on the other hand had been a recluse since her beating at the hands of Susie and her posse. Now through Missy et al she was out feeling confident and she, too had a main squeeze and that relationship was great for both involved. Janice became less shy and Nancy had become less showy, Janice’s parents, of course, were not overjoyed by a “girlfriend”, but they would have been even less so about other aspects of Jan’s life. They loved Jan’s sports endeavors but now she was packing on real muscle more than she had when she was playing. Why they asked? Because I like it and it makes me more confident. Why? Her father asked do you need muscles? Jan smiled and as Angie did posed. Nancy actually played it cool. Muscles and a girlfriend? They blamed poor Nancy. But the tourney and it’s aftermath would make both question themselves and their life “style”.
Jan wasn’t used to being put into moral dilemmas. Ok the whole sex thing, do it or not but with a girlfriend tough to get pregnant. But this was different. Her arch-enemy Susie Esterbrook getting the absolute bloody hell kicked out of her. Jan had to do a double take. Hey she’d only been in the parking lot a minute. She had driven by herself and Nancy would meet her and the gang. She had walked up close to the entrance of the Elks Club BPOE and someone had scribbled in BFOE Best Fighters On Earth. She heard a commotion on the side and investigated. Two rather large women were holding a smaller woman, Susie Esterbrook as another woman just beat the living hell out of her. Susie’s mouth and nose were bleeding. Jan turned to leave as she heard Susie moan on impact of another punch. Ah hell, Janice mumbled. Janice tore around the building pushing one woman into the puncher as Susie kneed the other. Jan grabbed Susie and they went in. What was that about? I beat up her mother. On purpose? Stupid question, of course you did. Susie just stared at Jan. Um, they had their own version of the Female Fight Club. Think Desperate Wives Fight Club. Four of those women challenged 3 of my friends and I. I got mom. Mom got beat up, stripped and she learned to beg on her knees. Great tits, though. Real. Uh why did you just do that? I have no idea. For the first time in their lives, they laughed. Are you fighting? Are you? Both nodded.
Jan and Susie entered the hall with the ring in the middle. There were women in bikinis, topless and one-piecers stretching EVERYWHERE. There were about 2 hundred spectators in chairs. There were women of all ethnic groups and sizes. Susie mumbled thanks and they split up. Jan found Missy and the bunch. Nancy stepped in behind her and Jan whispered you wouldn’t believe whom I just saved from a beating. Nancy laughed and put her arms out. Susie. Why? No fucking idea. The matches would start soon. All the teams would be picked out of a hat. But due to Missy being a returning “winner” her team would be given a bye. The ladies waited two hours for their first match. Some 3 fight matches lasted long others were done quickly. Missy cringed at the 3 older women stripped and made to beg to a team of black twenty-somethings. In turn the black team an hour later had been humiliated and tortured by a team of bodybuilders. There were Asians, black, Hispanics, big, small and everything in between. There was a team of 3 heavyset ok fat woman who fought 3 females who appeared to be late-teens. The teens beat the hell out of the fat women with one teen stripping her foe and reverse face-sitting her and totally mangling the woman’s rather large chest. The fat woman was left on the mat sobbing with her beauties 3 shades of red.
As luck would have it Angie, Janice and Cindy wound up fighting the teens in their first fight. All were 18 as Missy checked. Why don’t you get in the ring, old lady, chided one of the teens, Lynn. Missy smiled at Harry. Harry whispered to Lynn, honey she’d beat the piss out of you right now. Count your lucky stars she’s on the DL. That’s Missy Ettinger. Her? Yup. Shit. The rules were lightest to heaviest and all 3 women would fight even if the first 2 won. Cindy went out against 5’3, 115 Alex. Alex could have been in a road show of Oliver. She was a small waif. All 3 teens were a bit on the scraggly side. Cindy had never fought someone smaller than she. Of course that wasn’t a problem when Alex sprinted across and punched her in the face grabbed her by the hair and flung her OUT of the ring. Cindy was groggy as she felt someone help up, thanks, but then Cindy was felled by a punch to the ribs. Cindy went to all 4’s as again she was helped up. Sorry Princess, said Wendy, I was late. Dixie one of Alex’s teammates had thrown the punch but Wendy had run her off. Cindy went to climb in and was met by Alex in a baseball slide kicking Cindy in the face driving her back to the concrete. Wendy helped Cindy up again and this time Cindy looked and found Alex smiling in the far corner. Alex was small with jeans and a bra on. Cindy had a grey thong and her chaps and a bra on. Her hair braided as usual. Neither girl was busty or large anywhere. Cindy played woozy and mounted the apron again and here came Alex. Cindy moved out of the way and drove her elbow into Alex’s crotch and was ready to strip off her jeans. Dixie who now Cindy realized was Alex’s sister sprinted over and whispered, please don’t do that. Why? Just please. If you don’t and you guys win I’ll do you after and outside. OK? Cindy let the zipper go. Cindy climbed in and placed Alex over the bottom rope. Cindy climbed aboard and began to jump up and down on Alex’s shoulders. Alex’s body flailed. Cindy stopped and turned Alex over. Cindy climbed up to the second rope and jumped up and crashed her knee into Alex’s crotch. Cindy walked around as Alex screamed. Alex was now crying. More? No more, please. Ok. Cindy climbed out of the ring. Jan climbed in as Dixie helped her sister out. Dixie as Alex was small and waiflike was larger and chunky, almost muscular, but still with small breasts. Jan was 5’7, now about 145 and more muscular with an authority stature that bordered on cocky. Jan was NOT cocky. As long as she could remember the beating Susie gave her she would never be cocky but now she was supremely confident in her abilities. Jan and Nancy would work out together and Jan could now hold her own with the 175 pound Angie. Jan was wearing a black bikini that accentuated her body. Dixie had the family jeans and bra on. Dixie was almost a head shorter at 5’4 but wider at almost 180. Jan and Dixie met in the middle where Dixie drove Jan into the corner and pummeled her gut. Dixie drove Jan’s arm up her back and kneed her in the pussy. Jan grunted. Dixie kept the arm and picked Jan and her 140 up and drove her back into the mat. Reflecting back on it Dixie with some work could have been a bodybuilder. She was thick and muscled. Dixie also had a bull neck. Dixie looked down at the stunned Jan. She smiled and dropped a knee on the bent, wounded shoulder. Jan screamed. Dixie ripped off the bikini leaving Jan the first woman stripped nude. The crowd groaned and then “ah’ed” at the sight of the beautiful Jan in her birthday suit. Jan looked up, I thought… Hey I didn’t want my baby sister stripped. You, on the other hand. Jan looked up through sad eyes and thought to herself. I know what these people are going to think. Another fucking blonde stripped nude who can’t fight, Jan thought to herself. Dixie can’t hurt me enough to force my submission. Over the course of the next 5 minutes Jan would come to find out she almost could. Dixie roughed Jan up. She beat her Susie-bad. She assaulted her breasts and dropped a head butt between her legs. She continued on her wounded arm. Finally Dixie held Jan with her arms straight behind her and her right foot in Jan’s back. Jan’s boobs bounced around. Angie called for Jan to quit. Fuck you, Jan whispered. Dixie released her arms and pushed her forward with her foot. Dixie grabbed Jan by her hair from the rear and Jan kicked back as hard as she could striking Dixie square between the legs. Dixie’s eyes buggered and her mouth opened but there was nothing. Jan stood unsteadily, her crew now screaming. She was weak and would get only one chance to win. She came to the side of Dixie and dropped a devastating elbow to the base of Dixie’s neck. Dixie screamed and the impact drove Dixie into the mat. Dixie knocked her forehead hard. She was out. Jan leaned on a rope till she regained her equilibrium. Nancy bounded into the ring. Tough one babe. Jan grunted. Jan walked over to Dixie and stripped off the bra. She opened the pants and began to pull them down noticing the panties weren’t white but rather soiled and brown. Please a groggy Dixie whispered. Jan bent over and whispered, nude rematch whenever you want. Dixie nodded. Alex helped her sister out of the ring. No pants, asked Nancy? No not today. Angie entered the ring topless with the briefest thong on. The crowd gasped as usual when Angie entered. As she did Jan getting a robe on leaned in and whispered into Missy’s ear. I think the teens are homeless. Missy turned, what? Yeah Dixie didn’t want Alex stripped and she practically begged me not to strip off her jeans. They’re dirty. Hmm, was all Missy said. Angie stretched as she watched her opponent, Desi enter. Desi a large black girl, too was dressed in bra and jeans. Desi, though had large meaty breasts. Angie, the Killer Nerd also had large breasts. Angie still wore glasses but had grown more into her body. While still studious looking with glasses she was beautiful without them. Angie, 5’7 now around 175 of muscle could box(a little), fight, fistfight, catfight and now knew some grappling holds. Desi just fought. She was 5’11 about 200 and just damn big. Desi took every occasion to make fun of Angie. She flexed upon entering the ring and then made fun of Angie’s general studious look. The bell sounded and Desi ran at Angie forcing her into the nearest corner and tore off her thong and began to immediately finger her and rip at her pubic area and lips. Angie groaned and whispered to Desi, you like my pussy so much bitch? I’ll give you a close-up, later. Desi laughed and continued the assault. Desi had Angie sitting on the middle rope, legs extended her pussy opened for all to see. The crowd was quiet. They had heard of Angie Simpson and while Desi was big she was beating up and humiliating Angie. Desi forced her forearm into Angie’s throat and stuck 4 fingers into Angie. Desi rammed the forearm into Angie’s throat time and time again, only a gurgle came out. Desi follwed this up by smashing Angie’s pussy. Angie screamed. Desi held Angie for over 5 minutes abusing her pussy. Her large breasts hung right there but it was the pussy Desi assaulted. Angie’s eyes rolled back and she moaned. Desi smiled and stepped in front and kicked her knee into the unprotected pussy. The crowd was so quiet it could hear Angie whisper please. What, bitch. Please no more my pussy is dead. Desi laughed and kneed her again. Angie screamed. Wendy jumped onto the ring apron. Desi smiled and spit at her. Wendy turned bright red. You come in here big tits and I’ll strip you and FORCE you two to do each other’s ass. Please no more on her pussy. Angie was just sitting there with Desi’s fingers in her. Desi ran her fingernails inside of her pussy making Angie moan and scream. Wendy mouthed, please. Ok, Desi said as she licked blood off. Wendy’s eyes opened to the size of saucers. Strip bitch and do me, she’s in no condition to. Wendy without missing a beat took off her shirt revealing a black lace bra. The crowd ahhh’ed and grew quiet at the unfolding drama now playing out. She slipped off her skirt and a grey thong and climbed in the ring. Try anything and YOU’RE fucking dead. Desi stripped to her panties that were soiled brown. On your knees big tits, Wendy complied and without being told brought the panties down and dove in. In a minute the last thing on Desi’s mind was Angie as Cindy climbed in and pulled the assaulted fighter through the ropes and the girls got her dressed. Wendy continued eating Desi as she lay back on the ropes. Desi came 4 or 5 times. Wendy was obviously very good. Finally a sated Desi lay back and whispered, take off. Wendy rolled out to an Angie sobbing and in shock. We’re leaving Wendy mumbled getting her clothes back on. And as far as I’m concerned this is it. I got my fucking lunch handed to me a couple of months ago and this is it. Missy whispered, is Angie all right? No she isn’t. We’ve been battling all week. We want kids, we don’t want kids. We broke up for 2 days. I’m sorry I didn’t know. I wouldn’t have asked Angie, if. Fuck you wouldn’t, Wendy screamed. You and your fucking fighting!! You’re damn near 40 and what the fuck do you have to show for it? Some fucking memories of cramming a broom handle in HER ass, pointing at Cissy. Now you’re fucking each other. Somebody cram fucking ANYTHING in my ass I’d kill them. You two fucking making like fucking teenagers. Wendy was turning red and Cindy thought she’d hyperventilate. Missy honestly the way I feel right now I’d love to take you in the back of this place and work your fucking arm till you scream like a little girl. Wendy was now in tears and grabbed Angie and they were gone. Buffy who was not known for compassion squeezed Missy’s arm and whispered, they’ve been having problems. Wendy caught Angie fucking around on her. With? Buffy whispered, Nancy. Oh my God. Does Jan know? Buffy nodded no. My God Wendy must have been livid. From what I understand Nancy was completely at fault and seduced Angie. She said she was tiring of Jan. Angie spanked her and beat the hell out of her and Nancy loved it. Missy looked at Nancy and Nancy smiled back. I guess we’re done then. Nancy shouted I’ll take Angie’s place. No you won’t I will, Missy proclaimed as she ditched the sling. Are you serious? Cissy and Buffy both asked. Yeah my arm has felt fine for weeks. The girls had won 2 of 3 but were far from winners mentally.
Cindy and Jan rested up and Missy stripped to her pink bra and panties. Cissy and Buffy tried their best to dissuade her from competing but she was adamant. As luck would have it the girls were pitted in the next round against the NYU’ers. Don’t worry I have everything under control. These babies weren’t born when I competed. Hell I can bluff my way through a fight.
Well, uh, no, she thought. Missy was stripped nude and now had her face mushed into the mat as her opponent Butch beat the living hell out of her and her surgically put together shoulder. Butch had started the fight by punching Missy in the shoulder. Under normal circumstances a punch in the shoulder, who cares? But a punch, kick, wrench, pull, bite and now an armlock that had Missy contemplating submission. She had allowed herself to be manipulated by Angie’s shocking defeat. Butch stood and placed her foot on Missy’s shoulder and twisted the arm. Submission, begging, submitting, pleading, and finally humiliation now all came to Missy’s mind. She was in her late thirties and a girl she had humiliated months back now was doing the same to her. Fans had gotten a good look at her naked ass and pussy and she couldn’t have cared less. As much as she wanted to win for her team she wanted her arm to survive. Suddenly an already screaming Missy heard another scream and felt the single worse pain she had ever felt in her life. Butch had jumped and put her knee right into Missy’s shoulder. Missy began to sob and finally beg. Butch stood her up and marched her to the ropes and brought the arm over the top rope and Butch climbed out grabbing the wrist and jumped down. Missy knew her arm separated or dislocated. She screamed and Butch climbed up and told her to shut-up. She began to sob as Butch stripped on the apron and from behind began to rape and assault Missy’s body. Tears of shame streamed down Missy’s face. Harry quietly walked up and asked if Missy needed a doctor. Say yes Butch whispered and I’ll jerk it out. Butch’s hands were everywhere and she grabbed Missy’s good hand and placed it between her legs. Butch had Missy’s breasts. Say you’ll come in the back and do anything I say and maybe you’ll leave here with a microcosm of … Nah, laughed Butch. Butch turned her and kissed Missy hard keeping a hand on the shoulder. French kiss me. Missy did. Finger me. She did. On your knees. Missy did and ate Butch out. The crowd was stunned. Cissy walked up. Butch let me take you in the back. Missy’s arm is ready to fall off and besides I’ll treat you better. I’ll make you feel like the champion you are. Ok old lady and you better. Cissy smiled and looked at Missy. We’re done, period. I fucking damn near got killed in the water by that fat pig and then I DID get my ass kicked by the NYU’er, all for what? You. Because you and your fucking desire to fight. Wendy was right. You have nothing. Hey I was a bully and bitch when I was young but I was a championship bodybuilder and I DIDN”T stick that broom up your ass. You have that distinction. Hell you could have refused. I wouldn’t have but time remembers you doing it and even though I MIGHT have deserved it, people look better on the one who got it crammed in her ass. I’ll take this fat pig off your hands. Get medical aid, you’re fucking crazy. Missy stood there as Buffy came and draped a robe over her nude form. You sort of ok? Yeah sort of. The score was now tied because…
Cindy had entered the ring in her chaps and a bikini top. She was fighting who was it from the last time 8 or 9 she couldn’t remember. This one had either killed Lorna or Cissy. She was 30 pounds heavier than Cindy. She was blonde and had a muscular body sans breasts. Vicki Miller was the girls name and she boxed as Cindy would come to find out. Vicki began to pummel Cindy’s face and her soft features dissolved in bruises and welts. Vicki caught Cindy with an uppercut and Cindy’s arms went up and over the rope making Cindy a perfect target but Vicki stopped and stripped Cindy and drove her with a punch to the mat where she mounted Cindy with a figure 4 scissor and tortured her. Cindy screamed and sobbed as she thought her ribs would break. Cindy was in a thankless position. When she got to her knees Vicki tortured her ribs, on the mat Vicki threw punches to her head. Finally Cindy got to her knees and Vicki began to lean forward and whisper vile comments about the Princess King. Cindy began to move forward and finally lurched to a stop and Vicki lurched forward too. Cindy grabbed the blondes hair and pulled forward but still holding Vicki’s foot. Cindy grabbed all of Vicki’s head and stood, charging straight into the turnbuckle. Cindy could hear something snap. Hey Cindy didn’t think she broke anything but was sure Vicki wouldn’t need a chiropractor anytime soon. Vicki was soon balancing on Cindy’s shoulder and she remembered a move she and Lorna had seen in the pros. She walked to the middle and shrugged up hard and sat down. Vicki slammed into the mat in front of her. Vicki body writhed. Cindy stood and stretched. Her face was a mess. She stripped Vicki and delivered a elbow to Vicki’s pussy. All the air was taken from Vicki’s lungs. She then stomped her pussy. Vicki looked up pleading and nodded no. She stomped her again. Cindy was tired and beat up. If Vicki got a second wind Cindy was done. Then no second wind so no wind. Cindy face-sat Vicki and covered everything up. Vicki was apoplectic. She kicked and writhed. Cindy rode her like her 6th grade mount. Finally Vicki had nothing left and went out. Vicki Miller was the first woman put out in the tourney. Cindy rose and didn’t even smile while Lorna was ballistic. The nude Cindy hugged Missy. We now know how that went. Jan took the ring topless after Missy was helped out and left the scene with Buffy. Jan nodded to her girl Nancy. The circus was coming to town.
The NYU’ers were rotating personal so Susie did not fight Jan. Butch had fought Missy and Vicki fought Cindy. It was tied at 1. Amy Brennan climbed into the ring. She had missed the fun against the girls the first time due a death in the family. Amy was not a soccer player and no longer went to NYU. She was 5’8, dark complected with jet black hair and weighed 170. If Jan was beautiful Amy was a shade under but bigger. If the girls had known a week after the 10-girl fight that Amy beat Butch unmercifully and made her be her bitch for a night due to her losing to Missy. Susie privately thought Amy was crazy and this from the girl that perpetrated the assault on Jan. Amy liked to fight and enjoyed inflicting pain. The girls at NYU knew Amy had a girlfriend but had yet to meet her. Her identity would soon become painfully clear. If Jan was nervous on the heels of the biggest news in the areas girlfight history she didn’t look it. Amy had her by an inch and about 25 pounds. Overall Amy had larger breasts but not by much as both women came out topless with tiny thongs. Amy smiled and threw the hardest slap to Jan’s breast. Jan reacted by decking Amy with a right. Jan jumped on and fight dissolved into an old-fashioned catfight as one girl would dominate with a hair or breast hold and then the other. After 10 minutes both women were drenched in sweat. My God is she beautiful or what. Finally the 25 pounds began to wear Jan down and she was pinned by Amy and stunned by a head butt. Amy smiled broadly and began to mount Jan for a face-sit. Jan’s eyes lit up and she began to muscle Amy off. My God where did she get that strength from? Amy still dominated but Jan would hold her at bay. Amy gouged at Jan’s eyes and Jan took a piece of Amy’s ear. Sweat flowed from both combatants. Jan began to stand near the corner as Amy ran right at her. Jan moved at the last moment and grabbed Amy by the hair and rammed her head numerous times into the turnbuckle. Amy fell back and because of momentum, fatigue, and the sweat of the bodies Jan fell back and under the ropes. Damn she has that crazy bitch where she wants her. Jan turned her body under the ropes to get up and she received want she called later the hardest blow she’d ever gotten. Jan went down flat and semi-unconscious. Moments later when she came to her arms were being held behind her and Amy was tattooing her breasts with punches. But who was holding her? She turned slightly and saw Nancy? Why babe? You’re boring bitch. Amy is exciting 24/7, 365. Nancy stuck her foot in Jan’s back and now Amy went for Jan’s face. She was being mauled and was defenseless. Cindy who had already fought sprinted around and was clotheslined by a very sated Butch. Butch leaned over but was met by a kick to the throat but Cindy was soon jumped and thrown back to her corner. Jan’s face contorted from the blows. Ah hell. As the next punch was thrown Nancy was smashed from the side. Nancy’s head bounced and punches thrown to her torso. Hey babe. Jan exploded up into Amy pinning her to the ring with her forearm. Jan turned to look at her benefactor. Susie??? Susie was now taking the measure of Nancy and beating her to death. Hey thanks I think she’s done. Nancy’s face was a mass of blood. Jan turned and wedged her knee into the pussy of Amy. She followed it up with punches and then knees to the pussy. No more she whispered. Cindy sprinted around. Cindy, Jan and Susie now entered the ring and were named the winners. Jan looked at Cindy. We’re done Princess. No shit. They forfeited their last match. Susie walked out with a now dressing Jan. Why? For helping me before, I guess. What do you mean you guess? Hey I’m crazy about things I’ve done. Seeing a gimpy Buffy. I kicked the hell out of her in a ladies room when she wasn’t even looking for a fight. I assaulted, uh ok damn near raped, uh ok we raped you. And I know that you’ll never forgive me but now this I am sorry. Really? I doubt it. Why? Jan smiled now I’m just busting on you. Susie managed a smile. Jan grabbed her hand and Susie grabbed back. Are you surprised about Nancy? Who? Did you know? That we were growing apart? Oh yeah. How? Like when she seduced one of my best friends. Who? Angie. Really? Oh yeah and Angie damn near beat her to death and loved every second of it. You knew. I have my ways. So you better not cheat on me. With that Susie’s eyes grew wide and Jan kissed her. So where do you want to go? Best place I can think of.
Jan turned the lights on. She jumped, sorry, I didn’t know. In different parts of the room bodies moved. Missy was crying with Buffy trying to compose and take care of her. In the back Angie and Wendy were also in tears and cuddling. I’m sorry I didn’t realize. Only Buffy and Wendy turned and acknowledged them. Missy’s arm was in the sling again but this time her arm was held tight to her body. We spent an hour at the emergency room and she decided she’d call her doc tomorrow. Wendy spoke through tear ridden eyes and mouth. Angie is damn near catatonic and only wanted to come here. Buffy I’m sorry I misspoke to Missy. She knows that Wendy. Susie and Jan stepped out into the hall. Man that’s like a morgue. Yeah well I’m guessing they’ll come out of it and Desi and Butch will get their’s. This place is huge, is there uh a bedroom? Jan led Susie to a bedroom on the second floor that Jan had used before. They entered and Susie kissed Jan on the cheek and pushed her on the bed. Susie pulled off her sweatshirt. She had no bra on, she didn’t need one. Susie Esterbrook was as flat-chested as a female could be. But that didn’t mean she didn’t have cleavage. Jan gasped when Susie made a double-bicep. Susie was pumped and bulked up. Her chest and arms were as muscular as some guys. I’ve gotten into lifting heaving weights. But Susie’s waist was still small. Susie dropped her jeans revealing black panties, tied on the sides. Susie smiled and climbed on the bed and stood above Jan’s head. She untied her panties and let them fall away. Omigod! Susie since her fight with Jan had grown clumps of pussy hair. What do you think? Old school? Yeah ‘50’s school. Susie played with herself. Don’t. Why? I’ll do it. Really? Yeah after. Jan stood and Susie turned and stayed standing. Jan stripped, too. She posed and played with her chest. She dropped her panties revealing blonde fuzz. Grow yours like mine, cooed Susie. Ok. Jan turned off the light and took her place. Please before we get started. Ok. Please leave me before you betray or ambush me. You and I should be going nowhere but in my heart I really think and believe you’ve changed. At least care for enough not to punch in the back or … Susie got to her knees and Jan reached out in the darkness. She felt tears running down Susie’s face. I don’t apologize for beating you up. That was woman versus woman but the rest I will spend the rest of our lives together asking for forgiveness. I love you Jan. Susie reached for Jan and tears had begun streaming down her face. What would begin that night would be the unlikeliest romance. Would it last?

Next: Desi, Nancy, Butch and Desperate Housewives.