New Blood – By Beaker

The First Survivors Match

Lynne Leyton v Jill Parsons

After the first four fights on this special challenge night the two teams both had two wins and so the next round was a straight forward continuation with two more encounters that would either settle matters in favour of one team or set up a deciding encounter. Again the second round would be best of three falls all in over thirty minutes with Irene Scott as referee and Carol Smith as time keeper; arrayed on the three sides of the ring away from Ms Smith were the judges Eileen Barnes, Kris Katt and Grace Wade not required so far but ready to judge a match if the time limit was reached before scoring settled matters. The two promoters had pulled lots in the centre of the ring after the first round to set up the second round drawing the raven haired Jill Parsons standing 5’4” and a curvy 34B-26-36 inches at 132lbs against the blonde self proclaimed new leader of Beaker’s babes Lynne Leyton at 5’4”34DD-25-32 126lbs. The second encounter would pitch Beaker’s 5’6” 132lb bohemian beauty Finni Graham stretching the tape to 36C-26-36 inches against the recently crowned Ultimate Champion and leader of Consort’s Cuties Penny Bridges, the powerful brunette stood 5’5” and impressed all with her well structured 36DD-26-38 inch frame packaged into 135lbs of fighting female.

First to the ring was the blonde from Beaker’s team Lynne Leyton stripped and ready for action a white lacy thong that left nothing to the imagination as she ran to the ring and rolled quickly into the arena. Glaring at Irene Scott she hissed, “You stay well out of the way bitch or you‘ll get some got it?” The Scot snapped back, “Watch your mouth blondie tell beaker when this is through we go at it one on one.” The blonde smiled and as Beaker came to the corner passed on the request promising to wipe the floor with the Scottish slut as revenge for Irene’s thrashing of Juliet Welton. He quickly turned her attention to the task in hand though as Jill Parsons appeared walking to the ring with Consort on her arm like Lynne already stripped for action in a black fighting briefs high on the hips as she swung through the ropes and into the ring eyes never leaving her blonde opponent as she moved to the opposite corner.

Irene got straight on with her job, “There are no rules bitches like before so ring the bell let battle begin!” and Carol Smith started the match ringing the bell no introductions were needed the women had already fought earlier in the evening so stamina might well be a factor if the contest went for any great time limit. The way the two wrestlers charged forward though that was the last thing on their mind as they slapped together in mid ring locking hands and straining for supremacy their breasts mashed together Lynne’s fuller cup seeming to smother Jill’s pert pair as they struggled together. Jill aimed a knee at the blonde’s groin as Lynne slammed her forehead against the other woman’s head; both blows landed and they tottered apart Jill seeing stars Lynne gasping at the crotch shot each felt the injured area moves that won Lynne some “helpful” comments the crowd, “Let me rub that better for you darling!” “I can help you with that!” while the women watching added their own comments, “Way to go Parsons kick her cunt in!” “Get on with it Leyton you soft bitch give us some action you old whore!” All were lost in the general hubbub around the arena and the two women charged forward again to resume hostilities.
Lynne ducked Jill’s grab and slammed her shoulder between the woman’s breasts sitting her down heavily on the mat before she crash landed on top of her driving her to her back as Ms Leyton quickly moved to grapevine the struggling Jill. Hooking her feet inside the woman’s calves Lynne straightened and opened her own legs stretching and parting Ms Parson’s pins as she forced the woman’s arms wide and then to add to the occasion she dropped her naked breasts into Jill’s face. “Come on bitch is that all you’ve got!” taunted the blonde as she held her position despite the clearly obvious effort Jill was putting into trying to escape. Lynne kept pushing down forcing Jill’s face into her breasts trying to suffocate the woman but the woman would not surrender and then she started to try to bite the soft breast flesh finally forcing Lynne to adjust position which finally allowed Ms Parsons to roll violently and unseat the blonde.

Lynne rolled to her left dragging Jill with hr and quickly moving her legs she clamped them around the woman a crushing body scissor around Jill’s waist that had the woman groaning in pain. Jill tried to force the vice like grip apart to no avail and then she threw her hands at the full breasts of the blonde twisting and crushing at the large cups until Lynne prised her hands away and then straightened her legs increasing the pressure on the woman’s body. Suddenly Jill slammed her elbow down striking the blonde in the knickers a vicious low blow that broke the hold and allowed Jill to roll clear sucking in air as the blonde rolled across the mat clutching her throbbing crotch after a second blow to the groin from Ms Parsons. Ms Parsons got to her feet and grabbed at the blonde’s hair dragging her to her knees before Lynne responded with a punch to the woman’s stomach and then driving upwards she shoved her head into Jill’s breasts driving her back into a corner of the ring where the pair slammed into the turnbuckle at pace.

Lynne straightened up quickly and hooked three punches into her opponent driving the blows into the woman across the line of her briefs; that neatly folded Jill in half and allowed Lynne to control her by a handful of hair and a firm grip on the woman’s knickers as she launched her knee repeatedly into the folded woman’s body in particular her breasts. As Jill started to crumple towards the canvas winded Lynne span the hand in the woman’s hair to flip her to her back before following her to deliver an impressive leg drop crashing her thigh across the coloured breasts of the sprawled Ms Parsons. Jill yelped in distress as Lynne came to one knee over her grabbing her hair and lifting her head before decking her with a crisp punch to the forehead. Lynne then dropped full astride the sprawled stunned raven haired lovely planting her crotch firmly on the woman’s face as Irene dropped to one knee to administer the opening score count.

Lynne rubbed her own sex over the flattened Jill’s face before rising to her feet and strutting back to Beaker, “That’s why I am your number one!” she smiled and pulled him into a sensuous embrace as Jill struggled to her feet and with Consort’s aid went to her own corner as Irene called, “First fall to the blonde bimbo Leyton there are 23 minutes left at the resumption in one minute’s time!” Lynne allowed Beaker’s hands to roam over her body stroking her breasts teasing her stiffened nipples as she cooed contentedly, “Now go finish her for me babe put us back on top,” she smiled and said softly, “I’ll be the one on top lover!” as the time keeper called them to order for the second session. Opposite Consort had been working quickly with a cool sponge and soft words to pump up his woman and she responded with a passionate kiss as she promised, “For you be ready when I’m done with her though it’s me tonight not that slut Bridges!” and she kissed him again as Carol made the call about seconds out session two.
The two women advanced and like the first session locked up in mid ring but Jill this time thrust forward powerfully driving the blonde to her knees as Ms Parsons pulled her arms wide. Jill smiled and aimed a kick at Lynne’s crotch but the blonde twisted and took the blow on her thigh before she powered her way back to her feet. Jill released the woman’s hand s and stepped forward to shoulder check the woman on to her heels before grabbing the blonde’s left wrist and heaving her into the ropes. Lynne rebounded from the taut cords trying to duck the anticipated clothesline only to find Jill aiming a brutal kick at her bread basket that landed with a hefty slap across the stomach stopping her in her tracks and folding the blonde into a rapidly rising knee to the face that sent her over backwards seeing stars senses spinning as Jill launched a flying body splash intent on crushing the blonde into the canvas for the equaliser.

Beaker yelled, “Roll out watch the dive!” as he saw Jill launch herself; Lynne quickly responded pulling her legs up and the right knee caught the falling Jill right in the naked navel sending her rolling away winded as Lynne rolled to her hands and knees and crawled to the ropes to pull herself to her feet shaking her head to clear her senses. Consort urged Jill to get up as he saw the blonde make the ropes and his charge responded pushing herself to her hands and knees as Lynne reached her feet and turned towards her. Seeing the woman at her mercy Lynne charged across the ring and as Jill tried to push up she arrived kicking the woman full in the chest throwing her into the ropes. Jill sat back her left arm wrapped over the top rope as Lynne stood before her, “Had enough bitch?” hissed the blonde stepping forward intent on delivering another blow to the woman but instead of replying Jill kicked out slamming her right heel right into the lacy white vee covering the blonde’s crotch with efficient accuracy.

Lynne croaked and folded over the kick as Jill pulled herself out of the ropes, “Enough nowhere near bitch!” she spat as she stepped forward to drive her forearm across the stooping blonde’s breasts rocking her on her heels before she clasped the blonde woman’s shoulders she stepped forward and powerfully drove knee between Lynne’s thighs with significant force. Colour drained from Lynne’s face as she slid miserably to her knees in front of the woman who had quietly amassed a 4 and 1 fighting record making her one of the most inform fighters on the books. A solid forearm across the chest as the blonde slumped sent her crashing to her back and Jill swiftly repaid the face sitting by squatting astride the blonde’s face only she reverse sat facing the woman’s feet and as Irene tolled the count she finished the woman between the legs with three crunching knuckle twisting punches in tune with the Scot’s hand slapping the canvas.

It was one all and the crowd loved it as with a wiggle Jill sat up before getting to her feet back on level terms and with her opponent clearly in real trouble writhing on the mat as Beaker scrambled to her assistance. Jill was in Consort’s arms, “I knew you could take her now to finish the job!” he enthused as her excited body pressed against his while Beaker carried his woman to her corner. His treatment was almost brutal a cold sponge and smelling salts soon had her squawking in protest before he calmed her and set about focusing her for the restart only thirty seconds away. “You can take her babe a fluke in desperation caught you that’s all you’re the better woman take her apart babe,” he said his hands gently moving over her body, he noted her wince as he cupped her crotch, “You’re still all woman babe I will be there for you now kick her backside!” she smiled for the first time and then slowly got to her feet, “You’d better be!” she said before fixing her opponent with a firm stare, “She looks cocky well sister you are about to suffer!” she promised.
Carol Smith efficiently operating the clock called time, “Sixteen minutes remaining fight on!” and Jill quickly came forward towards the measured movement of the blonde, “You at least got up bitch time though for you to say goodnigghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” said the clearly confident Ms Parsons until Lynne landed a beautiful left jab full on at her mouth. Jill’s head snapped back and she tottered back three paces, “Shut up bitch!” snarled Lynne following up with a powerful forearm across the woman’s breasts that drove her back another couple of paces towards her own corner. Lynne grabbed Jill’s right wrist and accelerated her across the ring to slam into the turnbuckle above Beaker; the blonde charged after her opponent and launched a flying body splash plastering Ms Parsons into the padding. “Get ready lover I feel horny!” cheered Lynne as she dragged Jill from the corner and hurled her into the opposite turnbuckle at ring shaking pace again following up with another flying body check that winded the woman badly.

“Hey Consort I think she’s dried up!” gloated Lynne scrambling onto the ropes to loom over the dazed woman to deliver another knuckle punch to the forehead, Jill tried to wrap her arms around the woman’s body trying to lift her from the corner to deliver an atomic drop. “No you don’t slut!” snarled Lynne dropping back to the mat delivering a double chop to the woman’s neck in the process before stepping back to lash a kick between the woman’s legs, “It’s my turn to kill some cunt!” she roared before dragging the woman from the corner by the hair three paces shoving Jill’s head down and clamping her thighs about the woman’s head before reaching around her body and lifting her inverted, “Any last requests?” giggled the blonde before sitting down planting Jill’s head into the canvas a classic pile driver that saw her opponent crumple to the canvas spark out and limp.

Lynne rolled Jill to her back and swiftly set herself I the same reverse face sit she had suffered earlier and as Irene administered the totally unnecessary count she slid her hand into Jill’s briefs to inflict the final humiliation with a scalping of fun fur ripping out three tufts of pubic bush from the unconscious woman as the crowd roared. Lynne slowly got to her feet flicking the torn curls to the canvas as she strutted sensuously back to Beaker leaving her opponent prostrate on the floor beaten two one and with Beaker’s team in the lead with one match to come. Irene sneered, “That was unnecessary bitch!” as Lynne walked away, the blonde turned scared are you jock?” “Not of you make sure he arranges your thrashing soon!” snapped back ms Scott before she turned to help Consort and the medical cover lift Jill to a stretcher and send her back to the locker are for a check up. Beaker and Lynne milked the applause until Lynne giggled, “Let’s go and enjoy the moment and remind that slag graham of her duty against that fat cow Bridges.

They left the arena to a well earned cheer from the crowd while the doctor checked over the now groggy Ms parsons her demeanour not helped by Penny Bridges sneering, “Wake up bitch so I can knock you out again you hopeless cow now it is all down to me thank god I am on the team!” She turned to Consort, “These useless cows need a good sorting out it is a good job I bring home the cash isn’t it let me at those sluts from Beaker’s place they don’t scare me!” Across the building Lynne was busy celebrating with Beaker leaving Finni to contemplate facing the powerful brunette with an opportunity to clinch the contest for her team and claim a useful scalp in the process the Ultimate Champion sounded impressive but most of the female fighters fancied a title shot against Ms Bridges claiming she had caught the previous champion Sara Wilde on a bad day.

END OF SURVIVOR ONE