New Blood

The Ultimate Decider

Penny Bridges v Lynne Leyton

Part 2

From their corners the two highly physical, abundantly female fighters eyed each other up with, unsurprisingly, more than a little malice and rivalry. This was the climax of the competition Consort and Beaker had organised to test the fighting pedigree and physical stamina of four of their newer recruits. It had come down to these two: in the right hand corner a stunningly attractive, flirtatious mature English blonde Lynne Leyton who had been carving out quite a reputation for herself as a versatile, energetic fighter leaning now on the cords and wearing only a skimpy white lacy thong, her 34C-25-32 body receiving many a lustful (male) or envious (female) glance from the excited full house here today.

Across the arena was a different cat of a woman altogether where Lynne was blonde centrefold, Penny was big bodied, voluptuous and curvy, a superbly endowed but fit 36DD-26-38. Shaking out her brunette hair and grateful to feel the reassuring touch of her mentor and close “friend” as he caressed her large bust, Penny was twenty pounds heavier and maybe crucially five years younger. Both ladies knew this was the big one; it was beat on or be beaten. Nervously Penny, the brunette hiked up the small but, by the outline, busily full black thong style briefs that were her only covering as referee Irene Scott told everyone what they already knew: this was going to be a five fall battle for the new blood crown but also for the title of the Ultimate Champion.

Both finalists had already fought twice before this evening which added a dramatic edge to this battle. It really would show up any weakness in physical fitness, endurance or stamina. Consort’s words, as he teased at Penny’s large thickened nipples were a comfort to her, “So you both fought twice,” he said, “but you won in straight falls while blondie got taken for a fall. It took a lot out more out of her to crush Jill than you needed to wipe out Finni.” Responding to him Penny slid a hand through his hair and said huskily, “And she’s been bad mouthing me. Don’t worry, big man, I’m going to crucify the slut!” Kissing her throat as the bell went; he hoped she was right, each camp’s new blood champion left her corner eager to assert control. If Penny had watched the start of Lynne’s match with Jill she might have been prepared for what happened next, she had not and therefore she was not.
For Lynne it was a case of déjà vu the busty brunette reached for her head she ducked and charged into those large sensitive targets. Penny howled in shock and pain as her mounds were forcibly lifted and separated and it took just a Leyton foot hooked behind a Bridges’ ankle to dump the bigger woman on the mat. With enthusiasm and a meanly angled knee Lynne dived on top of her foe, it missed the intended target but did enough damage ploughing into Penny’s black briefed belly. As the brunette cried out the blonde went for an ankle hooking grapevine to weaken and sexually humiliate the heavier woman, Penny not a great one for acting the victim, retaliated as only she knew how. As Ms Leyton landed on her Penny did her best to make the blonde’s position uncomfortable by opening her left hand and sinking her nails into her opponent’s full rounded C cup right breast.

Penny gasped as the bitch forced her plump, sexy thighs out wider than the lady would have liked; but if Lynne thought she was in control the way Penny mangled and mauled her mammary put a dent in her attitude. Taken by surprise, Leyton yelped and Bridges, surging up with her sensitised, throbbing belly, switched to grabbing a handful of hair at the back of the blonde’s head. Lynne’s face contorted as her head was levered back and she lost her on top position. Hastily the bigger breasted girl rolled away from her dangerous foe grabbing the ropes to lever herself back to her feet. Her watching trainer urged her to attack the blonde, dominate her as Lynne scrambled to her feet her breasts heaving appealingly.

For a moment these two tough competitive great to bed women eyed each other up; then coming together they locked up in test of strength closing until two magnificent bosoms collided. Lynne’s high perfectly rounded and invitingly handable, Penny’s heavier with enormous extended nipples. The brunette broke the tussling muscle competition, suddenly ducking to butt her head into the blonde. As Lynne grunted and was knocked back, Penny reached for her foe’s right leg while stabbing her other hand stiff fingered at the white covered groin. Shocked at the pain in her groin Lynne had her foot uprooted from the floor and she was dumped to the mat on her backside.

Sensibly Penny used her weight advantage dropping heavily across the blonde’s body hoping for a pin using a cross body but Lynne, more by luck than judgement, scythed her arm up between the brunette’s legs to deliver an orthodox chop to the woman’s groin. The shock of the intimate blow to the sex unwomanned Penny long enough to pitch her forward throwing her arms out to catch herself finishing up on hands and knees over the blonde. That gave Lynne a real opportunity to regain control wrapping her legs about the woman a well applied scissor hold.
Penny had to use a similar below the belt counter to escape clawing the blonde’s love lips, “Aaargh! Shit you bitch!” shrieked the blonde as Penny’s fingers invaded her most intimate area. That broke the scissor hold as Penny tried to escape from the assault below the waist and she reared away while Penny was content to draw in a full lungful of hair before she flicked a few torn blonde hairs to the mat captured from the pussy pulling she had just delivered. As they squared up again with yells from the crowd urging each to commit unladylike damage and mayhem on the other it was Lynne that decided to seize the initiative. A wrist hold quickly became an arm lock with a knee lift to the kidneys for good measure before Lynne hurled her into the ropes at pace and charged after intent on a body check as she bounced back.

Penny though stumbled and dropped to one knee and caught the blonde with a wicked punch straight into the fast approaching blonde’s groin. “Uuurgh!” the charge was stopped dead as the brunette’s knuckles sank into her sex if the blonde’s supporters were expecting a foul call they were disappointed. Lynne folded over the pain flowering from her crotch as the referee the fiery Scot Irene close by commented, “Jesus, whoa!” and as the blonde’s lovely legs buckled there was no way Ms Bridges was going to miss out on the follow up the same fist swept up as Lynne was trying to conquer the pain Penny gave her some more a perfectly angled right hook smack in the cunt.

Lynne went down like a sack of spuds crashing to her front her scream echoing around the room as her love life was caved in, Penny swarmed over her hooking an arm about the blonde a reverse cradle while the other arm sent hammering elbow blows at the blonde’s lower back and kidneys. Lynne writhed trying to free herself but now the twenty pound weight difference told as Penny kept pushing up and then dropping on the woman with Lynne desperately grasping towards the ropes. Suddenly the brunette swept over her rival and straddled the face down woman wrenching the beleaguered blonde into the most vicious camel clutch many of those watching had ever seen making Lynne bang the canvas with both her hands and feet a she r muffled screeches rent the air.

Irene dropped to one knee close to the pair and asked the obvious question, “Do you submit?” and she was answered instantly by a frantic screech of, “Yes, Yes I give get this whore off me!” Irene called the fall ordering the break and Penny reluctantly dumped the blonde to the mat she ahd drawn first blood in the new blood final.

Could the blonde recover to make a fight of it in the next session, read on to find out.