A Quartet of Combat + One.

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The First Time
The day had been a quiet one at the Maple Street Elementary School. Winter had left and Spring was drifting in to our little town. Now being a mouse...you knew that,right?...my job at the school involved clean up duties...ie...cracker crumbs,cookie left overs,candy that hit the floor...stuff like that. This day I was reclining in my hammick,as I always did during school hours,in my hole,when I heard something going on in the coat room. I scurried down my hidden hallway to the hole in there to see two girls,hands on their hips,toe to toe,planning to fight after school. They were discussing the fact that they didn't dare fight in their school clothes as not to get them messed up. Now back then,girls wore dresses to school according to the dress codes of the time. As I sat and watched,they decided to go home first,get changed,and return to the school at which point they were to fight on the back athletic field,which was hidden from sight of everything except nosey fieldmice. The day still had one hour to go for class,the girls returned to their seats,and I sat on fight watch. To my surprise, the one girl motioned for her future opponent to go back to the coat room for another meeting. They did,with me in the wings. The blonde girl informed her foe that they would have to fight dressed as is because she wouldn't be allowed back out once she got home. A promised chore awaited her there,but that she would have time to stay and fight,telling her mother via the phone from school that she was staying over a bit to help a teacher with something like moving books and chairs. The brown haired girl listened intently and finally nodded agreement,they would wait together,hidden from sight,until everybody had left the school grounds. Once to themselves,they would go to the hidden field and fight...something that neither girl had done before. This was to be their first fight of any kind so each girl was excited about it but nervous at the same time. Each wished that they were wearing play clothes instead but they would have to meet as is. Before I knew it,the ending bell rang and the school emptied out fast as any Friday. The two girls hid under a stairwell at the southern exit as everybody rushed from sight. When the grounds became still of movement,they snuck out and cautiously walked toward the field. A three minute walk brought them to the place of combat. I perched atop a tree nearby to watch the contest. The blonde was wearing a light blue jumper,white tights,and saddle shoes. The brown haired girl wore a plaid skirt,a yellow turtleneck shirt,dark green tights and Mary Janes. They placed their books to one side and faced each other in the grass. With one last look around,they began. At first both girls circled and held their hands out but didn't make contact. After a few minutes,the pushing started. They moved into each other and began to push against each other,trying to force the other girl back. This led to a wrestlers' lockup,collar and elbow style. They grappled in large circles like this until the blonde sidestepped her opponent and tripped her to the ground. "Lucky shot", she said as she got back to her feet. They squared off again and locked back up as before,struggling in the grass. The brown haired girl tried the move out and it worked with no problem,hurling the blonde to Earth. She fumed at being down in the grass in her white tights and light blue jumper,which now had a grass stain or two. "You'll pay for that!",she exclaimed. Her opponent giggled as she stormed to her feet and attacked! The blonde rushed the brown haired girl, tackeling her to the ground and sending them both into a floor fight. They wrestled in the grass,rolling over and over,squeeling as they fought. The blonde and brown haired girl each remained conscience of their attire as they pulled down their skirt and jumper as the floor fighting continued. They embraced into a tight knot of arms and legs and rolled across the field,neither gaining an advantage. Their hair was a shambles as the two struggled about in the grass. They seperated for a moment,only to grasp onto each other again,but now they were in a sitting position,facing each other past strattled legs while locked in double bearhug. They sighed and moaned in tight conflict,trying for their first victory. The blonde managed a side headlock and shifted her foe to her side. They rolled to their sides and entwined their legs up into a tight squeezing contest while the blonde held her headlock and the brown haired girl tried to pry herself free. The embattled two layed in this position for at least another five minutes, neither willing to end the fight. Start over was sighed by both and they broke apart to start from their feet again. After they had straightened themselves up a bit,they clashed again. They wasted no time in fighting to the ground again,wrestling with headlocks and bearhugs. After another furious ground struggle,the blonde rolled herself on top of the brown haired girl and layed prone against her,arms tightly wrapped around her body,her opponent locked this way as well. Another five minutes passed,they layed almost motionless in this violent hold. Grass stains covered them all over,their clothes were wrinkled and disheveled,their hair a wild tangle of brown and blonde. The two gasped as the struggle reached it's end. The brown haired girl conceeded defeat but promised to fight her again some day. They collected their books and left the field in different directions. I got back to work...umm...Fridays...lot's of leftovers!!!!! The end Now this is the first of four fights between these two during different stages of life. Next up...high school...then college...then married age.
High School Fight
Years later the blonde and brown haired girl would cross paths again. It happened quite unexpectedly. The blonde happened to be on her way out of school on this Wintery day when she literally bumped into her old opponent from years earlier. Their books went flying and the girls stared at one another for a moment. Reaching down to retreive them,they began remembering that day at the athletic field. The two hadn't seen each other since that term had ended... the blonde had moved away to the next town. Now in high school,several towns were represented among the student body. The brown haired girl reminded the blonde that they still had a score to settle and that she wanted another go. The blonde gazed at her and asked if she was really sure about doing that again. After all,she had lost on that Spring day. The brown haired girl assured her that she was serious and the sooner the better was her idea. The bemused blonde hesitantly agreed to the rematch and pondered where. The brown haired girl led her back into the huge school and they slipped down to the wrestling room. It was to remain unused on this day as the wrestling team was off to a match in a distant town. The two participants entered the padded room and immediately removed their heavy coats. Dressed in bulky sweaters and skirts,they began to stalk each other around the mats. The blonde stopped,requesting that they remove their boots,which were dress boots that came to just below their knees,and the brown haired girl agreed. They paused and pulled off the cumbersum boots,leaving them with their coats. Once more they stalked each other. The sounds of their thick,cableknit kneesocks swished as they moved about the mats,sliding their feet like wrestlers instead of walking about. Each had done some research on the sport for just this occasion. They locked up,collar and elbow,and struggled around in a moderate tussle. The brown haired girl went for a side headlock but was blocked by her opponent,who pushed her away and regrouped. They squared off again and circled for a bit before latching onto each other again. This time,a tight clinch followed some stand up struggling,with each girl clamping on bearhugs. They groaned and gasped at the new force of the fray. Determination showed on both faces as they scuffeled across the room and into a wall. The blonde reached around her foes head and sidestepped her,causing her to loose her balance. From here she launched a hip toss that sent her opponent crashing to the mats. The brown haired girl sighed deeply and scrambled to her feet. They collided again in a more heated entanglement,struggling back and forth with all arms wrapped tightly in place. They swayed,trying to throw each other to the floor but both held on. The blonde released one arm and aimed her hand at the other's hair. She pulled with a slow driven force that sent the brown haired girl's head to the side. The brown haired girl retaliated with a hand locked into her foe's hair and they fought in a swaying ballet of violent hairpulls. Each sent their other hands into battle and they pulled each other about in painful tugs and twists. Tears flowed freely from them as they fought a hairpulling battle across the mats. The frenzied two slumped to their knees but still stayed locked into each others' hair. They tried to overpower their foe and fought against each other,trying to push the other over and gain a top position in the fight. With a deep snarl,the brown haired girl flung herself forward,toppling her rival over. They desperately became entangled by arms and legs,their kneesocks sliding against each other in a violent grapevined clash. The two resumed hairpulling while this leg battle continued. The brown haired girl,after much rolling around,ended up on top position. she snarled at her opponent and stretched her arms straight out,hair in tow! The blonde screamed out and shreiked out her surrender. Her foe held her there for a minute before releasing her. They collected their items and left without saying anything else. The end
The College Clash
The snow had fallen all night with no end in sight. Record amounts were forcast for the area and every thing had ground to a halt. Our blonde from the previous stories and brown haired lass as well had ended up at neighboring colleges and had no contact since their last clash in highschool. Still though,there was no love lost between the two. The blonde still thought of their last battle...remembering her defeat...and hating the thought! The brown haired lass savored the victory in her memory,happy to keep it behind her now. On this snowy morning,they had each set out on a refreshing walk in the snow during a break in storm. Still snowing moderately,the second front was to arrive later in the day,intensifying into the night. The gals had donned heavy sweaters and jeans,knit hats,heavy coats,and boots with heavy socks. Cozy mittens completed their attire and by a twist of fate,they ended up on that same jogging path as the yuppie women had earlier. Alot of people walked there in good weather as well as jogged,but today,the trail was all theirs'. They approached from opposite directions and almost didn't notice who they were about to pass,conceled under their heavy outterwear. The blonde focused in on the passing female and stopped dead in her tracks. "You!!!",she hissed. The brownhaired girl paused and retorted,"Yes,it is!". The blonde felt her anger rising as she reached down and loaded her mittens with a hefty helping of fresh snow. Without warning,she plunged the two mitten fulls into the startled brownhaired girls face! She screamed out and stumbled back a few steps. The stinging snow triggered an atomic reaction and she promptly hurtled herself at the offensive blonde. The co-eds crashed to the ground and became entangled in a snow in your face-wrestling match. Both sets of mittens attacked the soft faces of these young ladies,stinging with each attack. Hats were soon lost to the struggle as they began to roll around in the white covered ground and washed each others' faces and hair in the frosty stuff! Brrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!! Squeels and screams shot through the empty park as the two fought this new episode out alone,snow falling all around them as the storm began to gain strength again. Headlocks were applied by both at times,while smashing snow with their free hands. They writhed about,leaving a path of the fight in the powdery white stuff. They tried throwing a few punches at each other,but their heavy clothing protected them from any harm and they soon gave up the effort. A distant snow plow could be heard above their screams and groans as the two fought on in this fridged place. Even kicks seemed useless as they both were padded from their layers of thermal undies and layers of outterwear. The warring women stayed locked in this wrestling,snow in the face match until they each pushed off from each other and called it a draw. "We'll meet again,some day!",the blonde hissed. "Count on it!",hissed back the brownhaired girl. The end
My mother and your mother were hanging up clothes
My mother punched your mother,right in the nose
What color blood came out?
Married Mothers Fisticuffs
The blonde had just finished another load of wash. It seemed endless as she hung the wet clothes on the line to dry on this beautiful Summer morning. Her three kids were all off to the pool with Hubby,she has declined their offer to join them. Too much to do at home. The thirty-nine year old lass was surprised when she found herself done of this task so fast. The years had been good to her. She was well shaped and healthy. A good husband and kids,a nice home with lot's of ground,still pretty,and she had the best fieldmouse residing on her property since Mighty Mouse...okay...enough about me...*s*. The lass was hanging the last sock on the line when she heard the back gate creak open. When she turned to see who had arrived,she couldn't believe her eyes. There in the bright morning sunlight stood her sworn enemy for life...the brown haired girl! She knew why her enemy was there...without invitation,without plans,she had arrived to settle the score. They were even so far...two victories each,and now it was time to decide the better woman,once and for all! The blonde was dressed in a light tank top,track shorts,and barefooted. Her enemy had arrived attired in black spandex bike shorts that went to just above her knees,a black sports bra top,white hightopped aerobics sneakers,and black aerobics socks. The brown haired lady,as we shall refer to her now,and the blonde exchanged a few words concerning the next hour or so. The topic of an all clear yard was confirmed,and they sized each other up for a bit. The property was large enough that they were out of range of any prying eyes for this last meeting. The brown haired lady strolled towards the rear of the house and into the huge field of grass that occupied the back three acres. She motioned for the blonde to join her there. The blonde took two steps towards her and paused,looking down at her feet. She excused herself and rushed into the house and up to her bedroom. In a hurried state,she dug through her closet and found her sneakers,grabbed a pair of white crew socks,and carrying the articles,rushed back to the backyard. Once there,she sat on the ground,pulled on the socks and sneakers...low cuts and white...laced them on and stood ready to fight one last time. The two women slowly began to circle one another,hands open and out in front. The two stepped into each other and grasped together in a standing double front headlock. They struggled lightly at first,neither gaining any ground,and felt their breasts brushing against each other in the initial contact. They could feel their opponent's breathing locked up like this,and something strangly erotic began to happen between the two married women. Each denied it to themselves as they stood embraced in this fight of breasts and of mind. Fearing a hightened arousal between the two,the blonde released her right arm,balled up her fist,and plowed it into her opponent's breasts! The stricken lady howled as she reeled backwards and spun away from her attacker. Tears formed at her eyes and she cursed the blonde for dirty fighting. The blonde balled up both fists and moved after the brown haired lady. Not ready to continue just yet,the brown haired lady moved away from her and circled to her right. The blonde followed at a safe distance,poised for combat like a boxer. The brown haired lady wiped away the tears,caught her breath,and assumed the same pose as her opponent. Still circling,they moved with caution,staying out of range of each other's fists. The brown haired lady faked a step to her left,went right in a flash,and plowed home a hard right to the blonde's left cheek! She cried out and stumbled a step,tears showing in her eyes now. The two married mothers then moved into each other with harmful intent. They began to slug it out with lefts and rights in all directions. They were not graceful by professional standards,but rather awkard in their moves. The two women threw punch after punch,thudding into soft bodies,and pounding into tanned faces. Tears were shed by both and blood trickeled from each nose and lip of the women. The blonde stepped into the brown haired lady and forced her to fight a close body punching battle,leaning into her and slugging away with both fists. The blonde retaliated in kind and they stood slugging away with uppercuts and crosses that made their bodies shudder,their breasts fling back and forth with each blow,their breath labored,and their energy drain. Sweat flowed from both as they moved slowly in the yard. They cried into each others' faces as they fought,cheek to cheek. Once again,their breasts made contact,triggering the confusing arousal from before. The brown haired lady clinched the blonde and held her violently in a greuling embrace. The blonde held on and they staggered about in this painful yet arousing position. A stray punch was launched every so often for good measure,but they held this desperate hold like a vise! With the fight all but gone from them,they both pondered how to end this battle of confusion. As if on command,the two women began to punch again,toe to toe,head to head,the battered each other into tears and bloody noses and lips. The fight had gone forty-five minutes to this point,with no winner in sight and each woman getting more aroused with each embrace. Even though they were fighting,something was different this time. When one attempted to clinch,the other violently thrust her away. Each took turns in this clinching attempt and defence. Punches filled in the gaps. With unisen groans,the two fighting women became locked into the most crushing embrace and clinch of the whole fight. They swayed from the mounting pressure between them as they fought against each other in this desperate final thrust for victory or climax...whichever came first. Almost to the back door of the house now,the blonde eased up on her grasp,the brown haired lady did the same. Without uttering a single word,they stood apart,and headed for the door. What's that? The geocities sensors are giving the red signal? Ahh....too bad!!! Well,faithful readers,you get the idea from here!
The end

The Secret Wrestling Federation
Before dawn the following morning, I was jolted awake by the sound of the barn door being opened...it creaked rather loudly. The farmer and his wife entered and hurried about the place, seemed to be doing their chores an hour earlier than usual. I yawned as they left to tend the cows and other residents, still wondering about the makeshift ring. I stumbled from my hole and took care of my morning wake up routine, determined not to miss anything that would happen. The sun was peeking over the eastern horizon when the first buggy came bumping up the dirt road. I rushed up to my perch in the rafters and waited. Another buggy appeared and followed the first to the side of the barn. The occupants exited and went straight into the farm house. Before long, two strapping young lads took up positions just inside the barn doors and they set up a table and chairs. An empty cigar box sat on the table along with cups of coffee for them. As the sun cleared the horizon to full view, a line of buggies began to clatter up the road and parked in the field behind the barn. Their occupants...all women...glided to the barn doors and handed the lads dollar bills. They then entered and took up seats around the ring. The flow of buggies had stopped. The lads closed up shop and entered the barn. The crowd of women sat chattering in hushed tones until the big doors swung open. Silence reigned as the farmer and his wife escorted two figures into the barn,locking the doors behind them. The figures were hidden under large robes that had hoods. Each headed for opposite corners and sat on the wooden stools, still concealed in their identity. The farmer's wife climbed through the ropes and to center ring. She greeted the audience and introduced the first contender. The figure under the hooded robe climbed through the ropes and to the wife. I nearly fell off my rafter when I heard the name. "Ladies,greet our first participant,Ruth"! She slid the hood off and untied her robe. Under it stood a lass of thirty who had a fair build and a plain but attractive face. She moved to her corner and sat on her stool while the next participant moved to center ring and slid off her hooded robe. She was introduced as Hanna. Same build and features as Ruth. She sat on her stool and waited as the wife led a prayer session for the audience. I got comfortable and waited...
The wife led the crowd in the usual prayer session and added a section for the occasion. She hoped that each woman in the ring would have a fair fight and that neither of them would sustain any injuries. A loud amen and we were ready to begin.
Ruth and Hanna were called to center ring and each was wished well and given last minute instructions. Both women were dressed in identical garb. Plain black slippers,cream colored thermal underwear tops and bottoms,black snug fitting shorts,and two pairs of heavy woolen white socks that they had layered over their thermal bottoms. It was cold in the barn and their breath steamed from their mouths. Each woman had black hair that was secured in large buns at the tops of their necks.
They returned to their corners and slipped the slippers off, handing them to waiting seconds who placed them off to the side,explaining the doubled socks. Some one rang a cow bell and the women slowly advanced on each other. Hanna and Ruth layed a direct course to each other and locked up at center ring,each grasping the other behind their heads. The women tightened their grasps and began to struggle against each other. The crowd sat in silence as the two women strained in a test of strength. Hanna and Ruth attempted to push each other to the ropes,gasping and grunting in light tones. Hanna managed to manuver Ruth into the ropes and held her against them with clenched teeth. Ruth leaned into her opponent and strained to push herself away from the entrapment. The women shifted their grasps to full embraces and began squeezing tightly. Ruth locked her right leg around Hanna's as she leaned against the ropes. Hanna slid her right arm from the embrace and launched a hard fist into Ruth's side. The fist thudded into the woman's soft side with a dull thud. Ruth gasped out as Hanna pulled her fist back and fired again. An uppercut plowed into Ruth's breast,jolting the trapped woman. A groan was followed by another right punch from Hanna. It plunged deep into her stomach. Ruth cried out and buried her head against Hanna's shoulder. The women stood there struggling body to body with Hanna pummeling Ruth and Ruth just holding on. The crowd began to get vocal. A few started to urge Ruth to fight back. Ruth strained against her attacker but still failed to throw any punches. Hanna continued to hurl her right fist into Ruth's body as Ruth tightly embraced her and squeezed.
Ruth had tears streaming down her face as she took the full force of Hanna's punches. Hanna seemed to be slowing down and her punches were growing slugglish and less frequent. Ruth's expression changed through her tear filled eyes,and the trapped woman took a deep breath and slowly brought her own right fist back. She held it behind her for a few seconds and then sent it careening into Hanna's gut. Hanna's shock matched her pain as the fist rammed into her with brutal force. Hanna dropped to her knees in tears,grasping her stomach. Ruth reached into Hanna's hair with both hands and pulled her up to her sock covered feet. Holding Hanna by her hair with her left hand, Ruth launched a barrage of hard right punches to her face area. The soft knuckles smashed into the tender face in a continuous assault that got the crowd on their feet. Cheers went up for Ruth as she played pay back with Hanna's face.
The women stumbled across the ring and into the corner. This halted the assault and the women clinched tightly at the turnbuckle. They wrapped each other up into a grueling double bearhug,crushing against each other in violent conflict. Hanna's face had taken a beating and she showed signs of a black eye forming along with a fat lip and numerous bruises along her cheeks. Ruth was in better shape with only minor redness in her neck area from the arm entanglements and surely had bruises to her body from the punches.
Hanna and Ruth fought in a crushing tear filled lock up that saw them slowly turning in the corner. First Hanna was against the turnbuckle,then Ruth,and the slow struggle dragged on like this for some time. At times one or the other would look to the crowd as if seeking them to stop the fight. Instead,they were cheered on to fight harder.
Hanna,her face growing swollen from the previous punching attack,slid her right arm up and around Ruth's neck. She clamped a side head lock on her opponent and twisted the hold tightly. Ruth struggled to free herself, clawing at Hanna's arms and chest, but the sturdy farm maiden held on. The women struggled to center ring where Hanna launched a few well placed punches to Ruth's face,still holding one arm tight around Ruth's head. The thwacks resounded around the barn as the crowd cheered her on. Ruth schreiked out as her unmarked face lost it's statis and began to glow red from bruises and a soon to be black eye. The women both whimpered as Ruth began a stomach and side attack with short,close punches,as Hanna continued to hammer Ruth's face with short,hard blows.
They slowed again to a snail's pace,each growing weary of the fight. Hanna and Ruth pushed each other away and shuffeled to opposite sides of the ring. Their tight buns were now loose but still in tact. Strands of dark hair hung from their heads in sweaty ribbons. Their thermals were soaked with sweat in the chilly air of the barn and they gasped for breath, blowing clouds of steam. Hanna and Ruth leaned against the ropes and stood motionless, sobbing and in pain. An elder approached the ring and spoke briefly to Hanna. He then went to Ruth and spoke to her in a quick exchange. Both women moved to their corners and the elder motioned their seconds to get the stools into the ring. The exhausted women plopped down and were tended to while the crowd grew silent and waited to see what would happen. Was the fight over? Was it going to be stopped?
Hanna sat with her legs extended out and leaned against the turnbuckle as her second wiped her down with a damp cloth. She rested her weary arms on the ropes and gazed down at her feet. Ruth sat in a similar manner but peered across at her opponent. Anger pierced through her tear fill eyes. The elder signaled the seconds out of the ring and they helped their fighters to their feet before exiting with the stools.
Hanna and Ruth stood alone in the ring,each glaring at the other. The cow bell was struck and the women trodded back into battle. Ruth and Hanna met at center ring and erupted into a brutal slugfest. Each woman threw caution to the wind and swung wild punches at each other to all body regions above their middles. They stood toe to toe and slugged with wide,sloping blows that crashed into them with loud thuds and thwacks. The women began to move around the ring,still in heated combat. Ruth took a heavy punch to her right cheek, causing her to spin and fall to her knees. Hanna stood behind her and swiftly clamped a strangle hold on the fallen woman. Ruth clawed away at Hanna's hands and arms,trying to break free as Hanna croutched lower to get a better stance and squeezed the hold even tighter.
Ruth quickly moved her right arm down and behind Hanna's leg. She swung her arm forward,collasping the leg and bringing Hanna down to the mat. A fierce scramble exploded as the women struggled for an advantage in the floor fighting. They became entangled in a writhing knot of violence as they fought embraced in bearhugs and hair pulls. Arms wrapped tightly around each others' upper bodies,hands locked in hair,they rolled slowly in a sobbing mass of sweating females. Teeth bared and snarling, Hanna and Ruth fought to a corner and layed there,inflicting as much damage as they could on each other.
The women struggled around the ring post and through the ropes. Since the ring was ground level,they stayed locked together and continued fighting on the floor of the barn. The crowd went wild as the women battled at their feet. Hanna and Ruth stayed latched onto each other and switched from hair pulls to body punching. Rolling slowly in the limited space they had,the two women fought punch for punch and wailed out as each blow struck. The crowd was on the feet now,cheering the women on as they continued pummeling each other in dreadful exchanges of knuckles to bodies.
Ruth managed to get to her knees and mounted her opponent in a school girl straddle. Through left and right punches,she reached for Hanna's throat and began choking the prone woman. Hanna gasped and gurgled as her foe's hands tigtened around her throat. In desperation,Hanna reached for Ruth's face and clawed both cheeks,leaving thin streams of blood from her dull fingernails. Ruth schreiked loudly and reached for Hanna's face, returning the move with equal results. They lurched over onto their sides and shoved each other away. They were ready to continue the brawl still outside the ring,but were ushered back through the ropes by their seconds.
Both women wiped the droplets of blood from their cheeks and circled wearily around the ring. Ruth kicked out at Hanna straight on,catching her opponent's shin with her upturned toes. Hanna cried out and immediatedly kicked back,striking Ruth's knee. Ruth chirped in pain and limped about,waiting for an opening. Hanna stepped in and as she kicked out, Ruth caught her leg by the foot and twisted it harshly to the side. Hanna spun to the mat with Ruth still locked onto her sock. She stepped over her leg and a step over toe hold launched. Hanna screamed as her foot was twisted in unatural positions. Ruth glared with an evil snarl and continued her attempt at relieving Hanna of her right foot. The sock in hand twisted with the encased foot and Hanna screamed out and Ruth leaned her weight into the hold. Hanna kicked Ruth with the heel of her free foot,striking her opponent's already injured knee. Ruth dropped away from Hanna and rolled in misery to the far corner of the ring.
Ruth and Hanna tried to stand but neither was able. Their hair hung in shambles as they crawled towards the center of the ring. The two fighting women literally crawled onto each other and settled in for a rolling hair pulling catfight. They fought back and forth across the ring as a now stunned audience sat in silence and gasped at their vicious battle. Hanna captured top position and began to ram Ruth's head into the mat. She hammered her opponent's skull against the ring floor with both hands. Ruth cried out her surrender and Hanna released her and fell backwards to the ring floor in exhaustion.
The seconds pulled their fighters back to their corners while the elder entered the ring and announced the winner. The crowd cheered them both and left the barn in minutes. The first match between two Amish women in The Secret Wrestling Federaton was over.
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Up soon on page six...An idea from TBird...Two good friends who are short on funds do battle in front of a paying audience to make some quick cash. What starts out as a friendly faked battle,soon goes out of control.

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