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The Skaters Battle The nervous French woman limbered up in the dressing room and readied herself for the hardest skating competition she would ever face. For this event,she donned a black sports bra top,tight fitting workout shorts of grey,white tights, and thick,white socks. She grabbed her skates and headed for the rink. In another dressing room,the Italian woman was donning her green sports bra top,spandex green bike shorts,green tights,and thick green socks,ready for the night's competition. She reached for her skates and marched down the corridor to the rink. The French woman was waiting at one end of the rink. She sat on a stool in the corner and slipped off her flats,pulling on her skates as she glared at the Italian who was taking up a position at the opposite corner and glared back at her. The Italian slipped off her flats and laced on her skates. Tonight's competition...figure skating fighting! Both were figure skaters representing their countries at the championships for the World Title. The Italian had won first place,just beating out the French woman. After the awards had been given out,heated words were exchanged between them leading to this private meeting in their domain. The French lass stood first and beckoned the Italian to begin. She stood up and with arms on her hips,hurled numerous insults at the waiting lass. The French lass returned the insults in kind and they moved into battle. Each slowly skated to their right,circling the rink and eyeing each other over before they made contact. They closed the circle tighter and tighter until they were within striking distance. The two women skated into each other and locked up in vicious hairpulls. They grabbed two handfuls each and ripped away at their locks,which were pulled up into loose buns. They screamed out as they glided in a slow motion across the ice. The two women slid to the plexiglass wall and the Italian pinned her opponent against it,switching to a combination of hairpilling and head banging against it! The French lass struggled furiously with the Italian and reversed their positions,returning the punishment! They fought in this manner,back and forth,slowly turning around and down the ice. Thuds resounded in the empty arena as first the French lass and then the Italian lass were pounded on the boards. Hands still firmly locked in hair,they fought their way away from the wall and to center ice. The Italian launched an uppercut to the French gal's breasts,following with a barrage of punches to all parts. The French gal followed her lead and they battled with one hand pulling hair and the other battering punches into their bodies. The French lass exploded a hammering left to the Italian's right cheek,sending her spinning to the ice. She slid some distance away from the French lass who followed her, fists at the ready. On reaching her,the Italian pulled her down to the ice and engaged her in a horrid wrestling catfight. They rolled across the hard ice,slamming punches at each other and pulling hair as they embraced in a violent clutch. The Italian got the French gal in a half nelson,punching her with her free hand. The French gal elbowed herself free and climbed atop her opponent. The clinched in a tight front to front laying position and slowly rolled on the frosty surface,squeezing each other tightly. Their legs wrapped around each other in scissors and squeezed violently as they fought. Their thighs had been intertwined in the struggle,causing the scissors holds by each. They sobbed and cursed each other in their native tongues as the fight slowed to a snail's pace. For ten minutes these athletes layed locked together and fought out the final minutes,gasping into each others' ears. With a final thrust of her hips,the Italian squeezed herself into victory. The French lass wailed out her surrender. Just to be sure,the Italian hauled off and slammed a hard right fist into her face! The competition was over.
The End
The Happydale Womens' Club The election had been a bitter contest of name calling and mud slinging. Two debates between the two canidates had come close to becoming physical conflicts. On both occasions,the near combatants had been kept apart by the others at the scene. It was old versus young...set policies versus new ideas...the horsey set versus the golf set. Each woman had developed a pure hatred for the other. Their conflict had threatened to split the club into warring factions. With the election finally over,things were expected to return to normal at the club. The votes were counted and everyone waited for the results. On viewing the first tally, the board of directors ordered a second count. Dead even were the votes. The second count came out the same...dead even.
Both canidates were summoned to the board room and sat glaring at each other as the board announced the results of the votes. The two women paused for a moment and the younger of the two, Myra,looked over to her rival and announced that she was willing to fight her opposition for the office of president. Helen, the older canidate,grinned slyly and accepted her opponent's challenge. The board opposed the idea and urged the two women to accept a second election vote. They both scoffed at the idea and assured the board that they would settle it in a low keyed meeting,hidden from sight of anyone,and the location kept secret from all except a member of the board to witness the outcome. After some debate, it was decided that two board members of the club would be present,as seconds as well as witnesses, so that there would be no question as to the final results of the meeting of the two women. They agreed and straws were chosen to pick the board members to view the fight.
A secret location was chosen for the meeting and a date and time was set. The meeting was to be at the estate of one of the members who was vacationing in Europe. The property would be ideal for such a task as it had a grass surfaced tennis court and all servents were with the owners in Europe.
The women worked out in preperation for the conflict and scouted the exercise boutiques for the proper attire for such a contest. Myra was a full figured woman of fifty-two,stood about five-six,and was headstrong her entire life. Helen was sixty-one,stood five-six,was also full figured,and was used to getting things her way. She was hell bent on winning this election no matter what it took. After all, she had been the president of the womans' club for two terms and wasn't ready to give it up.
Helen pulled her hair up into a bee hive style that was held together by braiding it at the back of her head. She pulled on her short sleeved white workout shirt,slipped into her stretch pants of pink,pulled on her white tube socks that she wore halfway up her still shapely legs,and laced up the shoes she had chosen for the battle. They were black hightops of soft calfskin leather that ressembled short wrestling boots.
Myra eased her black sports bra on and tugged at her black leggings that were calf length. She fumbled with her thick,white, aerobics socks and settled on the scrunched position for them, laced on her black hightop sneakers and stood shadow boxing in front of her mirror. No mercy, she thought!
The women were delivered to the courts via their seconds and limbered up as the witnesses left the grass area and took up positions in either corner,just outside the enclosed area. The net had been removed,leaving a large fenced in area for the conflict. Helen pulled her hair into a tight bun at the rear of her head,just above her neckline.
The two finished limbering up and stood facing each other across the grass covered cage. Taunts began between the two,each gearing up for the ensuing war. The women moved from their corners slowly and circled at a great distance from each other,enabling more time for taunts and insults as well as the fact that both women had no idea of what to do! Neither had been in this prediciment before and neither was willing to start until the other made the first move.
When the taunting turned to age and looks,each woman needed no coaching and veered into each other with hands at the ready. Helen and Myra met in a walking circle and began to slap out at each other,aiming at their faces with hard,wide strokes. Opened hands careened into exposed,makeup covered faces that cracked loudly with each slap. The embattled women stayed in a circular motion and struck out with both hands. Helen and Myra took a few good shots and their heads snapped back on impact as the blows landed. Lefts and rights smacked into their soft cheeks and the women moved into close range now, standing toe to toe, and exchanged slap for slap! Long,wide missles flew into each other as they stood chirping out with each blow. After a vicious exchange they moved away from each other and retreated to their corners. Their seconds waiting with cool drinks and towels.
Helen and Myra sat down on the stools that were placed in their corners while their seconds whispered words of inspiration to both. The women wiped their stinging faces with moistened towels and sipped chilled bottled water. Myra sighed as she waited for her opponent to signal her readiness to continue. Helen gritted her teeth and stood,signaling Helen to resume the fight.
The two debutantes moved to each other and strode directly into battle! They lurched at each others' hair and grabbed hold. Manicured fingers clamped into each others' hair and tugged violently! The women lurched and swayed as they struggled together in this bitter lock up. Myra gasped and groaned as her opponent twisted her locks in furious torment. Helen squeeled in pain as her opponent kneaded her locks in horrible force. The two women fought to the fence entangled in each others' hair and each tried to slam their opponents' head into the cold,hard steel that made up the fence. It resembled a steel cage match as they rammed each other into the fence. Both cried out as hard steel hit soft scalps. They grappled for position and when the moment was right,slammed their opponents' head against the fence. At different times,both women leaned against the fence,locked together,and literaly tried to push each other through the hard metal. Tears swelled from both combatants as they fought to the corner and continued to ram each other against the fence. They cursed and hissed as they struggled breast to breast now. Helen adjusted her grip and slammed Myra into the fence,pulling her back on the recoil and hurled her to the ground! Myra shreiked as she thudded to the grass in a heap. Helen retreated to her corner and hostilities stopped once more.
A ten minute break found both women weeping and reddened from the previous round. Their hair remarkabley was in good shape considering the harsh attacks that each had been subject to. The tight bun and braded bee hive styles proved effective in combat. Myra stood first and in an enraged jesture ordered her opponent to get up and fight! Helen oblidged her and they began once more.
They met at center court. Myra balled up her fists and launched a reckless barrage of wild lefts and rights at Helen! Helen covered up and absorbed the brunt of the blows, grunting and gasping with each fist that slammed into her. Most of the punches landed to her body or arms,leaving her okay but shaken. When it appeared that Myra was slowing down her attack, Helen unleashed her own assault on Myra, pounding her with punches to all parts. The sixty-one year old battered away with a lust for blood! Her face showed a hatred that shined through her clenched teeth. Myra took a few good shots but delivered her own assault to counter the older woman's,backing her up and breaking off the exchange. They staggered around each other but kept out of range, fists still up and at the ready. Helen spit the blood from her split lip as Myra wiped the blood from her bleeding nose. The women growled in unisun and struck out at each other again. They stood crouched slightly into each other and slugged away with brutal uppercuts and hooks. The punches slammed into their soft bodies and echoed through the tennis courts. The women cried out with each punch but didn't ease off until Helen grabbed Myra and got her in a side headlock. A hard right fist to her eye dropped Myra to the ground and triggered another break in the action.
Before they resumed,Myra's eye was swollen and purple. Helen nursed her bruised cheeks and lips. Helen stood first this time and stumbled towards Myra. The younger woman struggled to stand and face her oncoming attacker. Helen stormed into Myra's corner,trapping her there with close body punches. Myra tried to clinch Helen and tied up her attacking arms with her own. They stood in a tight clinch against the corner post of the fence. Both wailed now as they struggled to punch and not be punched. Myra felt rested enough and released Helen,unleashing a horrid exchange between the two women. They battered away at each other's faces and bodies with unrelentless anger that brought the two to a semi conscience state. The exhausted women embraced each other in a loose body lock and stood bleeding and weeping onto each other. Helen wrapped one of her legs around Myra and tripped the floundering woman to the ground.
Helen now slowly eased herself to the ground next to Myra and grasped her opponent's arm,trapping it between her legs and clamped it into a legscissors,arm bar. Myra screamed out as her arm was twisted between Helen's legs in a torturous grip. Helen locked her ankles together and squeezed as hard as she could. She felt her tube socks grind together as her legs issued punishment on her rival. Myra reached for Helen's breast with her free hand and clamped onto it with harsh results. Helen screamed out as her mammery exploded in pain! A hard twist on Myra's arm freed her breast from it's hold and Helen leaned away from Myra's reach. The women stayed on the ground in this position for some time before Myra decided to use her own legs as weapons.
Myra moved one of her legs back and launched it into Helen's back! She released her arm bar and leg scissors and Myra scrambled on top of her, bringing them to a breast to breast full arm embrace. Upper body bearhugs clamped together and white sock covered legs entwined into a grueling knot! They rolled over in a mutual embrace of body to body conflict. Helen and Myra layed cheek to battered cheek and rolled over and over in a slow motion ballet of violence. Hands reached for hair and they began to twist at each others' locks again. The women pulled clumps out of the now disheveled hair that hung wildly about their heads. Teeth clenched and whimpers and cries filled the air. The sounds of shoe locked against shoe,sock locked against sock, and leg locked against leg came from both. Helen moved to attack Myra's breast with one hand and Myra followed suit. The women fought together to a staggering conclusion.
Helen lowered her head to Myra's chest and dug her teeth deep into the women's breast! Myra screamed a horrid shreik and shuddered in a heap of torment! Helen clamped tighter and held on for dear life. Myra tried to punch her way out of this but to no avail. After two minutes of this mayhem, Myra screamed her surrender. Helen rolled off her fallen opponent and sobbed loudly as Myra layed in a horrible ball of defeat and pain. The women were delivered to their homes and they never fought again.
The End
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