New Blood - The Second – By Beaker

Jill Parsons v Maggie Smith

Jill Parsons was nervous she had the weight of responsibility squarely on her shoulders the fight night challenge between Beaker’s Babes and Consort’s Cuties had started badly for her team Lynne Leighton had crushed Sheena McMahon’s challenge to give Beaker’s team the lead. Jill was still quite a novice and this was her most public performance and she was glad of Consort’s escort to the ring to steady her, clad in the team colours of black she wore a sports thong as her only clothing on her delightfully 34C-24-34 inch figure as she waited for her opponent. Beaker obviously playing a psychological game delaying his charge Maggie Smith’s entrance for a good three minutes before she made her way to the ring her 34C-25-34 inches matching pretty well to her rival and already bared topless as she came to the ring, another mind game, drawing loud cheers as she slipped between the ropes lacy white briefs her only clothing.

“Ignore the showboating she is as nervous as you and as inexperienced so don’t fall for it get stuck in hard early take control,” urged Consort lightly massaging his woman’s shoulders as he gave Beaker a slight nod the younger man had played a smart game but it was up to the ladies now. The three judges were back in their seats and the timekeeper was ready as Irene Scott called the rules and brought things to order before starting the match with a sharp call, “Seconds out let the slaughter begin!” If she was expecting a one sided thrashing it was not clear who she thought was in for a sound beating but the call got the crowd roaring as the two relative newcomers charged forward, they locked up in mid ring straining for supremacy hands interwoven their bare breasts slapped together seemingly locked in their own form of combat before with a shriek Jill was sent sprawling as Maggie twisted and threw her opponent with a neat hip shove not quite a full toss but effective none the less.

Grabbing the woman by the hair, Maggie responded to Lynne’s training in getting stuck in quickly, by heaving the woman to her knees before sending her flying with a thigh to the chest thumping the woman hard in the breasts. Having spent quite some time on the receiving end of Ms Leyton’s brutal training she knew exactly ho w much pain Jill was in as her breasts were crushed but again showing improving confidence and skill in the ring Maggie did not admire her handiwork instead she launched a follow up with a flying body splash landing across Ms parsons driving air from the woman’s body but Jill showing some fighting spirit of her own after the brutal breast bruising gave the woman a nasty pinch below the waist as Maggie went for a cross body pin causing the cockney to roll away and clear with a yelp of pain and surprise.

The two women came to their feet Jill sucking in air Maggie gently rubbing her crotch after the sharp nip from her opponent and once more they advanced and again they locked up in mid ring straining for advantage once more their bodies meshed together although Jill appeared to wince as her breasts met her rival’s equally bare boobs. Maggie then shocked the entire room by butting the woman full in the face a stunning attack of forehead against face that sent Jill staggering back hands rising to her face checking for damage.

Maggie then launched her follow up a beautiful drop kick one foot again catching the woman in the face the other about the breasts hurling Ms Parsons into the ropes; Jill got caught her arms hooked over the top strand and her legs twisted as Maggie came to her feet and stepping forward she lifted her knee repeatedly into the trapped woman’s body three of the blows were indecently low hammering Jill between the thighs before she fell forward from the ropes and slumped to the mat winded and wounded a tell tale drop of blood splattering to the rosin from her nose as she knelt on the floor. Maggie was rampant and reaching down she pulled the bowed Jill’s head up and back by a scalp tearing yank at her hair revealing a trickle of blood from the woman’s left nostril and a rapidly blacking left eye testament to the brutal head butt the cockney had delivered. “Had enough yet?” challenged Maggie as she tugged at the woman’s hair.

Jill did not answer instead she came to one knee to brace herself before she fired her right fist up between her rival’s legs to punch the woman right in the centre of her sex and as the b low landed she twisted with her fist for added effect. “I will never give up to you slut face,” hissed Jill, “How do you like that?” she added as she came to her feet next to the woman folding over her punched pudenda and before Maggie could respond Jill used her own knee to flatten the woman’s swinging breasts and to complete her woe a thumping blow to the face followed that sent Maggie staggering back a few feet. Jill followed at pace and sent her opponent sprawling with a running lariat that had the crowd roaring before she dropped to one knee to grab the blonde hair of her rival to lift her face before she aimed a punch at Maggie. “No warned,” Consort but it was too late and his woman punched the stunned woman beneath her full in the face but as he suspected Ms Parsons was not a natural pugilist and she clearly damaged her hand as the blow landed and she shied away with a wince clutching her hand tentatively leaving Maggie sprawled and stunned on the ring floor.

“Pin her!” urged Consort as Jill shook her hand walking around the floored Ms Smith before realising the chances of the score were diminishing he yelled again, “For god’s sake pin her!” Jill reacted first with a glare in his direction then a slight nod before she turned to deliver a text book leg drop nailing the flattened female heavily across the breasts before rolling to complete a cross body pin that had Irene tolling out the first score of the evening for Consort’s cuties. Jill leapt to her feet as Irene announced the score and skipped enthusiastically over to Consort with a huge grin on her face, “I knew you could take her now sit down and let me sort that eye out!” he smiled back, “That evil cow is going to pay for that and she made my nose bleed,” whined the woman as the promoter started to carefully ice the area around her eye and wipe her face.

Across the ring Maggie was getting similar care from Beaker as her senses returned and she realised she would have to take the fight to the woman opposite to gain some success. There was still plenty of time but she did need two scored while her rival had the lead. Irene was promptly on the clock to call for the second session and get hostilities resumed and the two women eagerly rose to meet the call and charge forward. Where there had been controlled restraint from Lynne when she led the first contest here there was none and both women slammed together in mid ring to a great roar from the crowd, face reshaping slaps were exchanged before a test of strength had their bodies melding together again but this time Jill’s knee prevented another head butt as she rammed it solidly between Maggie’s legs as they collided. Jill smiled as she saw the distress cross her opponent’s face as she hissed, “Plenty more of that for you before we’re finished!”
Maggie said nothing but suddenly she braced to return fire with equally sex busting effect but rather than wait for the effect to take hold she delivered a second and a third crushing crotch blow before Jill crumpled to the carpet. A thigh across the chest knocked the woman to her back before Maggie delivered her own leg drop, not as text book as Jill’s it was as effective as she landed her thigh across Ms Parsons offered breasts. Rolling slightly and pulling thee gasping woman with her Maggie was able to apply a crushing body scissor hold to the woman that had Jill quickly panting for breath and then sensationally submitting the fall before Irene had even asked if she wanted to surrender. Irene instead had to order Maggie to break the lock as the equalising fall was secured to the surprise of most people present but bizarrely it was Jill with the more positive gait as the women went to their respective corners opposite each other.

“Why did….” started Consort but Jill interrupted, “It was a good hold too much energy would have been lost me the fight not just that fall now she thinks she is in control I’ll settle this my way in the third!” He rocked back but gathering himself smartly set about wiping her down and preparing her for the deciding session. Opposite Maggie was confident, “I must have hurt her in the scissors hold I’ll go for that again and we’ll be two up!” she enthused prompting her man to reply, “Be careful I think she has tried to sell you a dummy there to gain an advantage in the deciding session.” A few moments later Irene ordered the restart promising, “Seconds out ladies let’s see who is top bitch now in the deciding fall come on girls make the loser tap out to you!” Again the feisty novices answered the call quickly each spurred on by the gentle caress of their coach and a light tap on their behind as they got to their feet.

They met in mid ring no ceremony no handshake pre the final fall straight on all out action, they exchanged forearms to the upper chest and sharp cracks to the face before each gabbed a wrist and hair of their opponent. They swung around one another before Maggie deftly tripped her opponent and they crashed to the canvas but Jill did well twisting as she fell to heave Maggie over her and to her back rolling quickly to straddle the woman. That allowed Maggie to show her own developing skills by rolling with her rival she toppled Jill to the mat and quickly forced on another body scissors. Ms Parsons though demonstrating her own cunning forced her right hand between the woman’s thighs and broke another hold with a crotch pinch and twist. Maggie yelped and her legs parted with Jill rolling to her side trapping Ms Smith’s left leg beneath her she clenched her left fist and slammed another knuckle twisting blow between the woman’s legs as Maggie desperately tried to roll away and protect herself a little too late.

Jill scrambled to her feet leaving Ms Smith moaning at her feet and she dragged the woman to her stomach in mid ring before stepping over her to apply a brutal back bending Boston crab and that was all she needed seconds later a tearful Maggie screamed her surrender and Ms Parsons had claimed a victory levelling the contest at one match each with all to play for in the two remaining ties. Jill dropped Maggie’s legs and leapt triumphantly around the ring straight into Consort’s arms while Beaker gently carried the devastated Ms Smith back to the locker area. Lynne was annoyed with her partner but set about looking after her as Beaker went to see his other charges for the next two contests while Consort collected Penny who was much more amenable to her team mates after Jill’s win, “Now I’ll show you how to win decisively and set you up to win the match Anderson don’t go fucking it up!”
End of Round Two