6-3-2473 Betty vs. Paige

Betty vs. Paige

(Daisy Duke’s)

After pleasuring Tia upstairs in my little apartment above Daisy Duke’s the exhausted fighter takes off for home and I go back downstairs to see the final bout of the evening, with plans to go home with whichever female emerges victorious. 

“LADIES AND ISHMAEL…FOR THE FINAL BOUT OF THE NIGHT WE HAVE A SPECIALLY SCHEDULED GRUDGE MATCH!!!”

The crowd in the small venue cheer enthusiastically.  Most fights here are open challenge so girls are just randomly matched up, but from time to time a grudge match is arranged between specific enemies.  Frequently these bouts end the day’s proceedings, and having me go home with the winner of this fight will almost certainly make the violence that much more intense.

“NOW APPROACHING THE DAISY DUKE RING…IN THE WHITE PANTIES , THIGH HIGHS AND HEELS…BETTY!!!!”

Walking slowly and confidently down the aisle is a stunning blonde beauty with her hair done up in a 1950’s style beehive.  She sees me sitting at ringside and walks over, straddling me in my chair before giving me a passionate kiss. 

“You’re about to find out what it’s like to spend the night with a real woman!”  She whispers into my ear before dismounting me and climbing into the ring. She walks over to her corner and relaxes against the corner post while her announcement is finished.

“BETTY IS 37 YEARS OLD!!!  HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 239 WINS…103 LOSSES…AND 32 KILLS!!!”

So Betty is one of the oldest fighters I have so far seen in the City.  It’s impressive to see anyone who has lasted this long in the violent world of Green Tower City.  She licks her lips and stretches out against the top rope of the small Daisy Duke ring, eagerly awaiting the arrival of her opponent.

“AND NOW APPROACHING THE RING…IN THE BLACK PANTIES, HEELS AND THIGH HIGHS….HER OPPONENT…PAIGE!!!”

Paige is another older beauty who looks sort of like a negative of Betty.  She reminds me slightly of a famous 1950’s catfighter that I may have seen old photos of at one point or another.  Just as Betty did, she sidles over to me and plops down in my lap, kissing me. 

“I’m going to fucking DESTROY that bitch!” she promises and then hops off me, climbing into the ring.  Betty and Paige immediately begin glaring at each other as the introduction is finished.  It looks like they could just spring out of their corners at each other any minute, though all GTC fighters know better than to leave their corners before the bell is rung.

“PAIGE IS 41 YEARS OLD!  HER OC RECORD STANDS AT 278 WINS….135 LOSSES…AND 40 KILLS!!!”

From the amount of cheers and boos each fighter has received, it seems the audience is pretty evenly divided on who they are supporting.  Of course, in the world of Green Tower City, spectators are a fickle bunch.

Betty and Paige stare menacingly at each other.  It is very obvious that these two have a long history and their similar dress style indicates they both favor the old school “catfighting” style of using long nails and high heels to inflict damage on their opponents.  This fighting method is slowly going out of style and only a few older veterans are still clinging to the old ways.

DING! DING! DING!

With startling speed the two women charge into the center of the small ring and begin pummeling each other with a barrage of body blows and face punches.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

After a quick exchange of hits, they grab each other by the hair and begin staggering around the ring to the din of cheering from the bloodthirsty spectators.  Both fighters already have blood trickling from their noses and mouths.  They grunt and moan as they tug on each other’s hair.  After about a minute of intense struggling Paige starts to take control of the fight, backing her blonde enemy into a corner of the ring.

THUD!!! She gives Betty a sharp knee to the crotch and the blonde gasps in pain, but quickly gives her attacker a savage face slap.

CRACK!!!  Paige slaps her back and now the two women trade several sharp face slaps that ring out through the small packed venue.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! 

After each girl has taken several blows and their faces are reddened, Paige moves in and presses her body against her foe.  Betty immediately wraps her arms around Paige’s waist and they lock their bodies up tight, moaning in pain and exhaustion.  It’s only about three minutes into this fight and both of them look ready to collapse.  They stumble back and forth a few paces, desperately struggling to get control of the fight.  Paige seems to be winning, forcing her blonde adversary towards the ropes. 

THUD!!! Another knee to the crotch weakens Betty some more and at last Paige forces her into the ropes.  Keeping her crotch pressed against her opponent’s body, Page swings her arm back and gives Betty a nasty slap to the face.

CRACK!!!  Betty spits a fine spray of blood into the lights as her head is whipped to the side from the force of the slap.  Betty brings her open hand back again, pauses, then lets fly

CRACK!!! 

“I’M GOING TO FUCK YOU UP!!!!”  The dark haired fighter shouts into her hated enemy’s face.

CRACK!!!  A third face slap and Paige steps back, allowing Betty to tumble to the canvas.  Paige smiles and takes another step back as Betty frantically crawls away from her attacker.  She puts her hands on her hips and watches as Betty crawls towards the corner of the small ring, then, right before she gets there, Paige moves in and grabs a handful of her blonde hair.

“AAAAGGgggghh…”  Betty shrieks as she is pulled up to her feet by the hair. 

THUD!!!  Paige’s eyes widen in surprise as she takes an unexpected punch to the belly.  She immediately releases her grip on Betty’s hair and tumbles backward, moving her hands over her stomach.  Betty drops to her butt and scoots a couple feet back from her adversary.  Paige is doubling over.  Betty suddenly springs into action, leaping up into her enemy and grabbing her tits, digging her nails in.

“AAAAIIIIEEEEEE!!!”  Paige lets out an agonized high pitched wail of misery as her boobs are squeezed and shredded by Betty’s sharpened nails. She grabs her attacker’s wrists and tries to pull then off, but to no avail The excitement of the crowd rises as streams of blood trickle down Paige’s large round breasts.  Suddenly Paige lets go of Betty’s wrists and grabs her by the hair,  She twists her whole body to the right, swinging her attacker around and slamming her back into the corner of the ring, then quickly follows it up by delivering a knee into Betty’s crotch.

PLUD!!!  The boob grab is released. Betty quickly throws her arms around Paige and pulls her into a tight bear hug.  The bodies of the two fighters tilt into the corner of the ring and they slump there, arms wrapped tight around each other like worn out lovers.  Their sweaty glistening bodies rise and fall as each fighter sucks in deep breaths of air.

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”  The crowd begins to chant.  After resting against her foe for a few long seconds,  Paige finally reaches up and gets another handful of Betty’s hair.  She slowly peels her out of the corner and starts walking her to the center of the ring. Betty looks barely conscious. It looks like Paige is probably going to win this fight. Paige doesn’t notice Betty quickly slide her hand into the front of her black cotton panties….

“AAAAIIIIEEEEEE!!!”  Paige lets out an ear piercing shriek that momentarily quiets the crowd, then Betty savagely rips her hand out of the front of her black panties.  She has de-pubed her enemy.  Paige crumples to the canvas with a heavy thud and curls up into a fetal position, massaging her mangled womanhood.  Betty instantly seizes the advantage and raises a spiked heel over the brunette’s head.

THUD!!!  Paige’s body lurches from the impact and goes limp.  Betty plops down onto her adversary, straddling her at the hip.  She cocks her fist.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

Paige is out cold.  A puddle of blood expands around her head.  Betty stands slowly over her prey. 

“BETTY! BETTY! BETTY! BETTY!”  She circles her unconscious enemy slowly, one slow stride at a time.  Finally she gives her a soft kick to the side, rolling her over onto her back.  She stands over her, one foot on either side of her hips, then suddenly drops down into a crotch straddle with a loud thud that gives the little ring a shake. 

“FINISH HER!!!”  Someone yells out.  Betty gently puts her hand on Paige’s chin and turns her face back upward, then cocks her fist. 

THUD!!! She buries her white gloved fist deep into Paige’s already bloodied face.  Her arms and legs jerk once and then fall limp to the canvas again. Betty cocks her fist.

THUD!!!  Paige’s legs spread out a little farther.  Her body is completely spread eagled and limp now.  Betty cocks her fist.

THUD!!!

DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!DING!

The urgent tones of the warning bell ringing out over the roar of the bloodthirsty spectators indicates Paige is nearing her last breath.  If Betty kills her now it is a dirty kill and she will be hauled off to Green Tower City Prison immediately.  Instead the veteran blonde warrior stands swiftly over her opponent and places one foot on her neck, showing all the fans she could end this woman’s life instantly if she chose.  She raises her fists in victory.

DING! DING! DING!

“THE WINNER OF THIS FIGHT……BETTY!!!!”

The victorious blonde brawler steps off her foe and climbs through the ropes, sidling over to my ring side seat.  She plops down into my lap, straddling me.  As she touches her lips to mine, I see two mat girls peeling Paige’s limp bloody body off the canvas, to be hauled off to the hospital.  I suspect I have not seen these two fight for the last time. 

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