Shane's Idea!


Battle of the Queen.

Battle of the Queen

In days of old When knights were bold And women stood from sight The day would come When they would run And meet to join and fight.

The Evil Queen had ruled with an iron hand for the longest time,crushing her rivals and enimies without mercy. She had an army of female warriors that were second to none. Together in battle, they were assured easy victory over all oncomers. As time went by,and peace had enveloped the land,her attentions focused on her subjects. The Queen decided that the people of her reign should pay her realm for the luxury of saftey in the form of higher taxes. This started a wave of dissent amongst it's inhabitants as well as deviding the army of women. Half were in favor of the increases,half against. A new figure arrose amidst the unfavored army in the form of a young maiden,named Rebbeca. She had held her ranks' admiration not only for her fighting skills but for her beauty as well. As the fury of the masses grew over these higher taxes, she was approached by a group of merchants and rebel statesladies. All urged her to rise up and take control of their beloved realm before it turned to dust. She felt the growing rage amongst her fellow warriors,the half that were ready for a new leader,and decided to approach the Queen peacefully at first. The Queen balked at her suggestion to lower the taxes back to where they had been set and ordered the upstart to leave the throne room. With a determined look, Rebecca glided off to her companions at the barracks and issued the news. They groaned at the bad words and promised their alleigence to her if this matter came to rebellion. Smiling gracefully at the amassed troops,she worked out a plan. During the night, they would steal off into the night,taking all the supplies and weapons needed to overthrough the Evil Queen. By daybreak,all was done. The warriors stood ready as Rebecca strolled out to them and spoke. "Today,we shall take back our beloved land and restore it to that tranquil haven we once knew...before the Evil Queen assumed control and ruined it!" Large cheers rose up from her commards who held their swords high in the morning sunlight. "Prepare to march and fight!", she said.

In a matter of one hour,they were moving to the castle of the Evil Queen. Word had reached her by messenger during the night and her troops were armed and waiting at the front of the fortress when the rebels arrived. Facing off in the cool Spring morning sun,they paused breifly. "We demand the Queen to lay down her rights to the throne and leave the realm!",ordered Rebecca. The Queen's aid replied that nothing of the such would be allowed and that they should surrender for treason or be cut down! Rebecca looked to her army and said, " Then we shall fight until we are freed from this witch!" With that,she chirped out the attack order and the two armies of women moved into the battlefield to meet. Rebecca was mounted on a horse,of course,and led them into the battle. The women warriors were all on foot and marched to each other, colliding with vicious exchanges of swords and spears. Screams cut through the air as the women fought with deadly force. Swords could be heard slashing through bodies and spears zinged in all directions. Steel hammered against steel,wood thudded against wood,blood began to flow freely and the green meadow turned red with both sides suffering great losses. Rebecca made her way to the castle entrance,once the guards had been drawn into the raging battle,and cautiously made her way to the Evil Queen's throne room. It was empty. She glided down the dark hallways and listened...hearing her foe in a hidden section of the castle,safe from the attacking army...until now. Rebecca slid into the room,her sword at the ready. The Evil Queen sat for a moment,and then slowly rose to her feet. "Allow me to prepare for this fight which we are about to engage in". With that, the Evil Queen removed her royal gown and crown,placing them aside and moved to a sword that she had nearby. Rebecca and the Evil Queen faced off across the room and glared at each other...promising that only one of them would leave this place alive! Now,with all that royal clothing on the side, the Evil Queen was now dressed in what could best be described as an all white,cotton like outfit of a dainty under shirt that tied at the breasts,bloomers that came to just above her knees,white cotton like tights,and soft,ankle high shoes...a small heel on them. Rebecca,seeing this,decided to make it a fair fight and disrobed from her armor,revealing a similar attire with the exception that her shoes were flat...no heels. With the pre-fight matters finished,the two women engaged in combat. The Queen and Rebecca clashed with hard,overhand attacks that slammed againsttheir swords with a stinging..."clang!!!" They fought across the room and swung with both hands on the grips of their swords,clanging away at each other. Rebecca swung low and brought her sword up to the Queen's mid-section,being caught and blocked by her. The Queen swung widely to her right,and launched a dangerous cross strike that almost hit it's mark! Rebecca blocked it just in time from slicing her in half! They battled on in furious fashion,swinging away and countering at all turns. Rebecca swung her sword at the Queen's,and knocked it into the air. The royal weapon spun out into the darkness that surrended them and was lost. The Queen grinned and pulled her dagger,motioning her foe to continue. Rebecca threw her sword aside as well and pulled her dagger to finish the fight. They circled each other,slashing out at random. The Queen launched a kick at Rebecca's legs that struck and caused her to cry out. She back off a step and returned to the fray. They came in close,grasping daggered hands with their free ones and wrestled together in this death match. Both women were cut in a few places during this close combat,as a sweaty hand would slip off,her rival would strike out and land. Regrasping again,the motion would continue on in painful srtife. Rebecca launched her knee into the Queen's groin,felling her and causing her to loose her dagger to the floor. Rebecca paused for a moment until the Queen lashed out her leg and tripped Rebecca down to her. They hurled themselves at each other on the floor,becoming entangled into a mass of writhing fury. The women fought to gain control of the sole dagger that was left between them. They wrestled across the room,each having a hold on the dagger,thrusting it into each other as they fought and rolled for position. At this point,they both had each hand on it,and in the twisting,lost it to both. It slid across the room and the two were content to maul each other barehanded. Hands ripped at eyes,knees slammed into all parts,fists battered bodies and faces, and both women were getting destroyed! In a cruel twist of fate,they wrestled and clawed their way right to the waiting dagger. Rebecca found it first,snatching it up and without pause,thrust it deep into her opponent's chest. The Evil Queen gasped and screamed in horror! Rebecca fell off her striken foe and rolled to the side. The Evil Queen layed onto her back,gurgled a few obscenties and ceased to be. Rebecca struggled to the battlefield where her forces had the battle in hand. On issuing her news of the deceased Evil Queen,the armies stopped fighting and Rebecca's realm began.

The end

An idea from Catwacher!

Lady Cops Fight

Lisa and Terri were assigned to the Hillside station. They worked the seemy side of town,posing as hookers. In their two year association with each other,they had gotten into four fights. Each had won two of their battles. Both were in their early thirties and both had a pure hatred for the other. Their fights had found them in uniform,underware,gym suits,and street clothes. On this particular morning,they were attired in hooker garb,Lisa wore a cotton,white bikini top,white mini skirt,black boots that were thigh high and had slight heels. Terri wore a similar outfit except her mini skirt was black. Thigh high boots and a cotton bikini top. The sargent kept them apart most of the time,but on this occasion,they had worked together all night. All had gone well,ten arrests and they hadn't beat each other senseless. They were clocking out when Lisa approached Terri and said that they hadn't had a good fight in some time. Terri sighed and told Lisa that she was in no mood to play. Becoming angered,Lisa challenged her red headed rival to a fight,a fight to a finish,a fight to the death! Terri paused for a moment,and then she looked at her blonde enemy and said,"What the hell. You wanna fight me dressed like this?" The smirk blonde replied,"Yes!" The redhead agreed and they went outside to their cars. Lisa instructed Terri to follow her to the docks,pier 39. This location had been abandoned for years insuring no interuptions. Terri followed her soon to be opponent to the place that both were familiar with. On arriving,they relieved themselves at the portable toilet that had been left there from busier days and strolled inside the huge building. The women took up positions and removed their jewelery. Lisa glared at Terri and promised to destroy her,once and for all. Terri glared back and insured her that she would be the only one leaving the building. Dawn was just breaking as the two women sighed and moved to each other. They met and locked up like two wrestlers,grappling around the dirty floor. This soon changed to hairpulls,with both women reaching for handfuls of locks and twisting and pulling each other around the large area. They cried out and grunted as they fought about. The clicking of their high heeled boots echoed as they grappled and struggled around. Lisa released her right hand and threw a hard right cross into Terri"s face,splitting her lower lip. Terri recoiled from the blow but launched her own right into Lisa's nose,causing a small flow of blood. The women regrabbed their hair and began to struggle around the huge building. Grunts and groans turned to gasps and screams as the two raging women fought in close combat. Terri brought up her knee and smashed it into Lisa's thigh,causing the blonde to gasp out in pain. She held firm and launched her own knee at Terri,connecting with her foe's thigh with a thud. The women then staggered about,slamming knees at each other while firmly locked into each others' hair. At one point,they clinched and stood gasping,trying to regroup their forces. Lisa pulled back a step and hurled a hard left at Terri's face that smashed into her cheek. It thwacked hard,sending the redhead reeling. Lisa followed her and attacked with combinations,only to be met with combinations by Terri. The enraged women stood toe to toe and fought out a slugging war that bloodied them both. They clinched again,kicking when they could. Terri got Lisa in a side headlock and began pummeling her about the face and sides. She shreiked out and returned the favors with harsh results. They stood locked in combat,pummeling where they could. At this point,both women pushed away from each other and leaned against pillars in the building,gasping for breath. They leaned apart for five minutes,waiting to resume the battle that each swore to win by death. The exhausted and battered women sighed once more and lurched into battle once more. They collided together and grasped onto each other in a desperate struggle. This time,all hands were clamped tightly around throats,choking violently and glaring,eye to eye. They struggled into a corner and on impact,fell apart and to the floor. The women crawled to each other,black and blue splotches covering their battered bodies,blood flowing freely. Now they wrestled violently,clawing and biting as they rolled viciously across the floor. Wrapped in a tight embrace,the women damaged all that they could reach. They cried out loudly as this war headed to it's finish. Fists pummeled soft flesh, hands ripped out clumps of hair,knees smashed into supple parts,and then they found thier way back to throats,locking together in mutual chokes. The destroyed women layed side by side,crying,bleeding,sweating,and killing! Eye to eye,they gazed at each other and squeezed harder!
When the patrol guys found them,the bodies were a few feet apart,clumps of hair strewn about the floor,blood all over. The end decision of the homicide investigators...they had followed some unknown bad guys there for a meet that went bad. They had fought them with all they had but had lost a death struggle. They were both honored as heros-dying in the line of duty.
The End


Battle of the Blue Bloods

This one's for DanL.

They were both of eliquent breeding and stature. Each, a beauty to behold. Although in their forties,each was firm and robust,wholesome and healthy looking while maintaining a feminine grace that attracted wanting stares from most men. Light brown hair crowned their picturesque faces,both lengths were to just above their shoulders and were in a wavy,permanent style. For some unknown reason,they had decided to do battle with each other and the endeavor had to be mapped out. When,where,what to wear...etc. All was agreed to except footwear. They had many different choices but neither could agree. It was finally decided that any type of shoe was out. They'd fight shoeless. Barefooted? Out of the question. Not these two! Pantyhose? No...just didn't seem sporting enough. The two women opted for socks. Since they would have to be attired exactly the same,to make it a fair fight,they agreed to meet at the clothing shop in town and acquire their outfits together. Everything was purchased,the white sports bras,the white bike pants,and all that was left...the socks. Since they were to fight shoeless,it was decided that they should don not one pair,but two pairs each for padding and protection during the fray. The eager women brouzed the sock section,a huge assortment hung in front of them. Since they'd be bare legged,the first pair had to be knee high in length. They chose all white,thick basketball socks that had a cushioned foot and a stay up top,small ribs ran down them their entire length. Layered over these,the women picked out two pairs of heavy roller blading socks,white,that came to just over the tops of their calves and had thick ribbed material from the tops to just above the ankles. Outfits completed,they rushed off and prepared for the fight. A day later,they drove off into the country in seperate cars to Bittsy's country estate. Dottie arrived and was led to a room where she changed into her fighting gear. Unacustomed to the thick material of these bulky socks,she wiggled her toes and peered down at her feet. Soft,she thought. Bittsy was waiting for her in the prepared room for the fight,bouncing in her corner on the thick material of her layered footware. Dottie got to her corner and rules were gone over one last time. No eye gouging or biting. Ding! They came out of their corners and circled each other with a lust for this fight. Neither had been in a fight and each wanted to experience the feel of it. They continued to circle,their socks shuffeling along the padded floor. Bittsy could hold back no longer and pounced at Dottie! They embraced in a wild struggle of punching and hair pulling like two wildcats! As they fought,their feet became locked at the ankles of Bittsy's right leg and Dottie's left. The thick ribs pulsated against each other and the women battled on. They pummeled at close range with small fists to soft bodies and pulled hair with vicious abandon! Dottie raised her leg away from the ankle lock and straddled Bittsy's leg around her thigh,holding on and continued to punch her body. Bittsy battled back and got her leg raised in the same fashion,battering her opponent and holding her by her free leg as well. There they stood on one foot each,punching away at each other while locked at the thighs. A sudden shove by Bittsy brought them tumbling to the cushioned floor. They sprang onto each other and became embroiled in a tangle of arms and legs,their legs entwined and straining. The outter layerd roller blade socks began to slouch as their legs strained and rubbed together in this violent entanglement. Bearhugs squeezed tightly,their cheeks resting on each others' shoulders as they struggle across the floor. The women rolled slowly,straining for a top position but they were too even at this point. Bittsy got nasty and thrashed Dottie in the face with a well aimed fist. Dottie broke off the engagement and tried to roll to saftey. Bittsy would have none of that and leaped onto her,ending up with Dottie face down on the floor and Bittsy on top of her,face down as well. Bittsy applied a full nelson and wrenched her opponent's arms straight out in front. Her feet sought out their enemy and attacked by locking up with them in a grapevined hold that strained and pulled against them. Dottie shreiked out her surrender but Bittsy wasn't ready to stop! She kept the pressure on and held firm. Dottie cried as she begged for release but Bittsy had tasted battle and she liked it! Dottie managed to get to her knees and in a swift motion,bucked her inflictor off! The enraged Bittsy stormed after her,sending them on a mad race all through the estate. The persuing woman caught her pray in the dining hall,tackeling Dottie and sending them both over a devan in the process! They crashed to the hard wooden floor and grappled there in a violent rage. Scratching and hairpulling erupted between them in a torrent of females! They battled back to their sock covered feet,both layers now pushed down to bulky masses,and squared off,fists at the ready. The exhausted pair launched into each other with ferocious aim! Slow but hitting their marks,the womens' fists thwacked into each other and delt them much pain. Barely able to stand now,they clinched together,toe to toe,and slugged away in close combat. The punches came in five second intervals as they stood there and fought out the last of this first fight! Dottie took a deep breath and plowed her foe with a hard bolo punch that knocked Bittsy silly! She crashed to the floor and began mutering something about...yes Mummy,I'm going to school today! Dottie leaned over and gently took her face in her left hand....then pounded her with her right fist! Lights out!
The end

RCC3's idea...
Picnic Punchout

My wife's office always threw a Summer time bash for it's workers and this year, the weather was perfect. They supplied the food, drinks, games, and an assortment of freebies that was second to none. We had been there for awhile when my wife, Carol, decided to chat with some of the gals. I mingled with the other guests and a stunning lady approached and struck up a conversation. She introduced herself as Annette and we chatted like we had known each other for years, right off the bat. Something about her made me feel like I had known her in years past.
She was a slender lass with dark, brown hair that hung down to her shoulders. My height and a smile to die for. Annete was wearing black shorts, a white halter top, white canvas sneakers, and white socks that she wore folded over. As we were about to discuss our favorite sports, my wife plowed between us and shoved Annette away from me. Carol was wearing a green halter top, green shorts, white low cut Reeboks, and white aerobics socks pulled almost straight up. They were slouched just a bit. Annette stumbled a step backwards and regained her footing to face off with Carol, nose to nose. Carol was hot with anger and accused Annette of trying to pick me up. Annette told her that if she didn't get out of her face, there would be trouble. With that...each woman grabbed onto the other and a shoving match began. They insulted every aspect of their opponent and threatened to beat each other to pulps. I jumped in and seperated them before anything serious happened. They glared at each other and Annette promised my wife that they would finish this encounter sooner or later.
Tempers lowered, I assured my wife that nothing had been going on and she knew it. After all...she was gorgous with her blonde hair and goddess like shape. Cheat on her? Not a chance! My wife later told me that she had been feuding with Annette and had been looking for an excuse to beat her up. My wife??? Beating somebody else up??? I had never seen her act in any other way except like a proper lady. She had never been in a fight or had even come close. I know...I asked when we were dating.
Volleyball time!!! We went to the court and took up positions with a number of other guys and gals. Annette positioned herself opposite me at the net and my wife gently nudged me to the side and stood in my place. They glared at each other as the game began. As a slow lobbing ball came to the net, Carol and Annette jumped up to spike it at each other and instead ended up spiking each other with their fists. A crisp double "crack" popped out as they swung out and connected with each others' faces. The ball fell untouched to the ground as they began to fight through the net! Annette and Carol punched at each other but the net cushioned the blows. Infuriated at the obstruction, they grabbed onto each others' arms, which they had managed to squeeze through the netting, and began to kick each other viciously! Sneakers slammed into shins as they fought and cursed each other like drunken sailors! The other teammates pulled them away from each other and they screamed vengence on each other with pure rage! I tried to calm my wife down but she was hell bent on destroying her rival. Annette seemed eager to battle as well. Two guys from the office held her back as she struggled to get to my wife.
With the weather so hot, sweaty arms squiggled loose from their restrainers, and Carol and Annette lurched into each other again. We made a slight effort to head off the impending collision of these two warring angels, but stopped short, allowing them to fight it out in the dirt of the volleyball court.
Carol and Annette collided and began to fight with everything they had. Fists and feet flew at their bodies as they fought violently in a back and forth motion. First Carol fought Annette into a retreating backstep, then Annette launched an offensive, battling my wife back to the net. At one pont, Annette got Carol against the net and they fought at close range, pummeling each other with body punches and occasional hard kicks.
Carol was blooming a shiner under her left eye and Annette was bruised about her right cheek and chin. The women...in their mid-thirties...fought in a grunting embrace which had the watching crowd cheering loudly. Neither woman paid attention to the crowd and fought as if they were alone on the volleyball court. They clinched and held each other tightly...we waited... Both had begun sobbing and blood trickled from their knuckle visited lips. They would punch at each others' faces during their hostle clinch, stop and hold each other, and then punch again. Annette kneed Carol between her legs and my wife fell like a ton of bricks. Annette dropped down to her knees, grabbed Carol by her hair,lifted her head up, and swung out,smashing Carol in the face. Carol screamed out as the fist landed and collasped to the dirt. Annette cursed and mounted my wife, front to front, triggering a rolling catfight that saw hairpulling and punching in furious form.
They rolled across the dirt and became covered with it. Their hair hung sweaty and matted against them, their clothes dissheveled and filthy. The fighting women rolled over and over, locked onto each other and careened right into the lake that bordered the picnic area. For a few anxious moments they rolled out of sight, under the water. Bubbles and shockwaves rose from the scene of the subterrianian wrestling match that raged below. We held our breath as we moved to stop this awful contest but stopped when Carol first and then Annette arose from the depths about four feet apart. They moved the hair from their eyes and moved to each other to our amazement. Both women raised up their fists and stood soggy toe to toe. They began to fight with their fists and attacked with no intention of defense. Each punched away continiously with lefts and rights, gasping out and sobbing loudly as they fought. Carol grabbed onto the bellowing Annette and held her head in one arm while she pummeled her opponent's face with her free fist. Annette tried to pummel my wife's body and succeeded for a time but fell victim to her own exhaustion. Carol took advantage of Annette's plight and rained punch after punch to Annette's face and breasts. Annette screamed out her surrender and a few crowd members moved to pull them apart. My wife held on and kept punching until I dragged her off the stricken woman.
When we got them to shore, the damage was more evident. Both women had taken a beating to their faces and bodies. Bruises and scratches covered them,blood flowed from lips and noses, eyes were swollen almost shut, a real beating.
I nursed Carol back to health and she returned to work a week later. Annette dissapeared from the job and was never seen again. My wife has sworn that she will avoid any fights from now on. Smiling, she said..." I want to retire undefeated".
The End

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