War In A Small Town: Southern Belle vs. Texas Temptress Pt. 3
by Supporturgoddess
A sexy, spoiled princess and a blue-eyed blond waitress stepped into a steel cage to settle a violent grudge, each knowing the loser would likely be carried out.
The referee called the girls together in mid ring for final instructions. 5’4”, 125 lb. Linda towered over 5’1”, 110 lb. Jeannie. Linda’s two piece yellow swimsuit accented the rippling muscles in her dark, tanned body. Jeannie’s pink and peach body appeared to tremble nervously beneath her electric-blue bikini. The Southern belle’s huge blue eyes locked on her opponents brown ones. Jeannie came to win. Sitting directly behind Jean’s corner on the front row, Eric knew she had little chance. Finally seeing them face-to-face barefoot in bikinis brought into focus just how much more powerfully built Linda was. Eric had manipulated Jeannie from the day they met, hoping to use her to make Linda jealous. He had just learned that Jeannie’s feelings for him were deep and genuine, but her boasts of being a great underground fighting champion were only lies meant to impress him. Eric’s trickery and Jeannie’s prideful boasts had gotten the pretty little Southern blond into a fight with the toughest woman in the area. He hoped Jeannie would survive the experience!
Jeannie jolted, as the cage door locked shut. The bell rang. The crowd wasn’t disappointed. Both women knew what they were doing. Jeannie surprised Linda with quick arm twists and punished her with toe holds and a lotus lock. Linda worked Jeannie over with a Boston crab and a camel clutch before almost forcing Jeannie to submit to a painful abdominal stretch. They each threw jabs the other slapped away, but then Linda landed a walloping fist to Jeannie’s eye. The little blond waitress reeled back on her heels. Jean hit Linda’s cheek. More angered than hurt, Linda punched Jeannie’s nose. The little blue-eyed blond fell back against the cage. Linda pounded Jeannie’s cute body. The Southern belle turned her back to protect her belly, only to receive brutal kidney shots. Hurting, Jeannie tried to climb away on the cage, fingers and toes sticking through the open areas between links. Barbed wire at the top made escape impossible. Jean suddenly spun around and dove on top of Linda! As Linda kicked, Jean wrapped her leg around Linda’s leg, rolling her to her shoulders. 1,2,3! Eric was stunned. The sweet little Alabama belle had taken the lead over the tough Texas champion.
Linda came out swinging. Jean tried to go toe-to-toe with her, but Linda gave her a beating. The brunette Texan once again trapped the blonde against the cage and pummeled her. Desperate, Jean hugged Linda, holding her arms down by her sides to stop the pounding. Linda completely out powered Jean, lifting her off her feet and slamming her down. Linda grapevined Jeannie’s legs, lie down belly on belly, Linda’s hands pinning Jeannie’s hands, Linda’s feet even pinning Jeannie’s feet in a show of head-to-toe dominance. 1,2,3!
Jeannie slowly stood, looked back over her shoulder at Eric and shrugged, as if admitting, “She got me that time!” A brief exchange sent Jennie back to the cage wall. The crowd booed her, as she again tried to tie up Linda’s arms. This time Linda responded by driving knees up into Jeannie’s thighs. Jeannie returned it, but her legs weren’t half as strong. Jeannie grimaced, as Linda worked on her legs.
The bell rang. Between rounds, Jeannie sat on a stool directly in front of Eric. She looked back at him apologetically, knowing she was losing. As Jeannie rubbed her aching thighs, Eric wondered if she could last another round.
Round two began. Jeannie kicked, but Linda’s foot slapped Jeannie’s foot down and stomped on it, grinding her toes. Jeannie cried out and fell to her back. Linda delivered an ax kick straight down into Jeannie’s breasts. Jeannie yelled harshly. Jeannie kicked, but Linda caught her foot and spread Jean’s lovely leg out on the mat. She rose and drove her knee down into Jeannie’s inner thigh. Jeannie shrieked. Linda then dug her knee into Jeannie’s inner thigh. Jeannie yelled wildly, banging her head on the mat. The crowd called for Linda to finish Jean. Linda wrapped her golden legs around Jeannie’s peach-colored legs and sat back. The Texan tortured the Southern belle with a figure four variation. After several yells and moans, Jeannie tossed head back and let out a desperate, high-pitched cry. Linda’s tree trunk legs were more powerful than most men’s legs, while Jeannie’s were shapely and feminine. Jean’s legs turned white, like a board about to break.
Desperate to escape, Jean yanked Linda’s toes apart. Linda cried out and let go, but she came up holding Jeannie’s foot. Linda stood over Jeannie, pinned Jeannie’s free foot under her own, and punished Jeannie’s foot, twisting her ankle and bending back her toes. Jeannie’s ankle and toes were far more delicate than Linda’s. She knew that if a single, tiny bone snapped, Linda owned her. Jeannie, face twisted from torment, squeaked and squealed, but she finally kicked free.
They come up and engaged in a wild fist fight. Once again, Jeannie’s Southern pride was no match for the Texan’s size and strength. Jeannie wrapped up Linda’s arms again, but Linda once again hammered knees into Jeannie’s thighs. The little blonde’s legs almost gave out. Linda held Jean against the cage and looked down at Eric, shouting, “I hope you came to watch me rub my foot in her face, ’cause that’s all you’re going to see!” Jeannie shouted with rage and threw wild fists. Linda punched back. The little Southern blonde’s legs shuddered. Having to protect her face, she left her body wide open and took brutal shots. Then, from out of nowhere, Jeannie threw a wild, haymaker fist to Linda’s mouth. Linda dropped like a rock! Jean dove on top, hooking Linda’s legs and pulling them up to roll Linda onto her broad shoulders. Jean pinned her! Linda looked up, blankly. The referee began a slow count! Linda moaned, but shook off the affects of Jeans wild punch. Linda was up well before the count ended. The bell rang, ending the round.
Hands on hips, Jeannie looked back at Eric, proudly, believing that in a real fight, she would have won. Eric looked her over. He could no longer deny that the little blonde in the blue bikini was far prettier than his long-time dream girl. When Linda saw Eric Admiring Jeannie, her blood boiled.
The two women came out into a face-off in mid ring. They engaged in an eye-to-eye test of strength. Muscles flexed, bodies quaked, thighs shook and bellies heaved in direct, body vs. body competition. Shaking violently, Jeannie’s knees folded. Linda forced her first to her knees and then to her back. Seeing Jeannie looking up in embarrassment at Eric, Linda grinned, winked at him, and then sat on Jeannie’s face! The crowd roared. Jeannie’s hands flailed in shame, and her feet kicked madly above her. Linda caught Jeannie’s feet and forced them down over Jeannie’s head, rolling her onto her shoulders. Linda pinned Jean and tied the score.
The Southern belle sat up, panting, sweat pouring, unable to hold in trickling tears of humiliation. Jeannie came out swinging. They exchanged a brief but vicious series of punches. The little light-haired blonde’s ankles turned under and her legs turned to jelly. Sobbing in gasps, Jeannie tried to back away, but Linda spun her and punched her mouth. Jeannie fell and lie spread eagle in center ring. Linda hooked a leg. Jeannie’s foot hung motionless in mid air. She made no effort to escape. 1,2,3. The crowd cheered. The local champion had the lead.
Jeannie beat the count, but she was out on her feet. Linda moved in, and threw a tremendous foot flat into Jeannie’s face. Jeannie went down like a ton of bricks. Linda pinned her again. Jeannie reached her feet just in time to avoid a count out, but she had to pull up on the cage to do it. Linda decided to end it. She spun the little waitress around and wrapped her arms around her throat from behind, locking on a kind of sleeper/choke hold. Linda leapt up and rode piggyback. Jeannie’s eyes bulged. She had only seconds left. She leapt back, sending Linda’s back sliding down the sharp cage. Linda screamed! Both girls staggered up. Tears rolling, Linda shouted, “I’ll get you for that, Bitch!” Linda doubled Jean up with a knee, wrapped her arms around her head, ran forward, and drove Jeannie’s head into the cage! Jeannie screamed! She fell back to her hips, looking out in terror, straight into Eric’s eyes. Linda stood over her, held the cage, put her foot on the back of Jeannie’s head, and shoved Jeannie’s face into the sharp cage! Jeannie screamed her lungs out, face-to-face with Eric! The bell rang. The referee pulled Linda off.
Jeannie lie on her side in tears, belly sucking in and out, breasts heaving, nose and bottom lip bloodied, her eyes beginning to swell shut. Small cuts and bruises covered her body. Eric shouted for her to give up, but the roar of the crowd drowned him out. He knew then that he loved Jeannie far more than he could ever have loved Linda. The match required the loser to leave town, but he would follow her. The man who had set up the fight only wanted it to end, to stop Jeannie’s torment.
Round four began. No woman had ever lasted so long against Linda. A punch to Jean’s nose floored her. Linda leapt up and stomped both feet into Jeannie’s lower back. She cried out in anguish. Linda struck a muscle pose and circled the sobbing blonde. She lifted the Alabama native up onto her shoulders and put her in an airplane spin, merely to show off. She then slammed the Southern belle down across her bended knee. The backbreaker elicited a long, harsh cry from the little blonde. The sandy-brown-haired Texan held her hands together high over head and then brought both fists down into Jeannie’s outstretched stomach. A cloud of spit shot from Jeannie’s mouth. Linda shoved Jean off her knee and said, “Hey, everybody, want me to make her beg me for mercy?” The crowd cheered. Linda sat back. She put one foot on Jean’s side, the other on the side of her face, and pulled her arm out and back threatening to break it. The brutal hold had Jeannie crying her eyes out, but she refused to beg for mercy. Linda added insult to injury, wiping the bottom of her foot back and forth across Jeannie’s lips. Jeannie looked right at Eric in total, helpless humiliation. He had never seen anyone cry so hard. She tried to hang on, but her resolve rapidly weakened. Then, with time running out, Linda foolishly switched holds, wrapping her huge thighs around Jean’s head and squeezing it purple. The bell rang.
Jean sat up, tears rolling, clutching her arm, feet straight up and down, heels pounding the canvas in pain. Standing over her, Linda brushed Jean’s hair back with her toes, telling her, “I can’t wait to cut off your stupid blond hair! Maybe I’ll wear it as an ankle bracelet!”
Eyes huge, Jeannie threw her hands over her head, to laughter. She slowly rose.
Round Five began. Jeannie held Linda’s fist in a desperate bid to avoid more punches, but Linda drove her knees into Jean’s thighs. Jean’s beautiful legs finally gave out. She fell forward into an uppercut. Jean reeled back against the cage. Linda charged. Jeannie held the cage and kicked both feet up, kicking both bare feet flat into the oncoming Linda’s face! The perfect kick might have scored a knockout earlier, but legs depleted, the kick merely took Linda down. Jeannie dove on Linda and a wild wrestling match began. The women twisted and turned, bending and flexing. Linda’s eyes grew wide with concern. Jeannie’s more flexible body could move in ways hers could not. Jeannie bent her body with the prowess of a gymnast. Linda couldn’t match her. Suddenly, Linda let out a wild scream. Unable to keep up with the Southern belle’s more nubile body, the Texas cowgirl had pulled or possibly torn a muscle.
They rose. Linda gasped for each breath. Jeannie doubled her up, kicked her leg over and around the back of Jeannie’s neck and pulled back her arm, torturing Linda with a Japanese twist. Linda screamed until she cried, but she refused to surrender. Jeannie’s little bulldog expression brought laughter and cheers. She yelled, “Now it’s MY turn!” She worked Linda brutally. Looking right at Eric in tears, face blood red, Linda cried, “Mercy! Unccclleee! I give up!”
The crowd went wild! The Texas champion had submitted to the Southern belle! Still, the rules allowed for a submission. The fight wasn’t over. Linda came up with fury in her brown eyes, but she tried to protect her left side. Jeannie could barely stand, but she went after Linda’s ribs. Losing, Linda clawed Jeannie’s blue eyes and drove her knee up between the little blonde’s legs! Nauseous and sobbing, Jeannie stepped back, thrust out her chin, yanked down her shoulder straps like a pro wrestler of old, and threw up her fists. A toe-to-toe fight erupted. It came down to who had more heart. Thighs quaked. Bodies shook. Linda fell at Jeannie’s feet. Jeannie pulled
Linda over in front of Eric, pressed her foot on Linda’s cheek so she had to face him, and shouted, “Who ended up under whose feet, Bitch?” Jeannie wiped her foot all over Linda’s face. The incredibly egotistical brunette cried her eyes out in shame. Jeannie then held the cage, smiled down at Eric, and stood with both feet on Linda’s face, twisting back and forth in a move she called “The Alabama Jamma”. Jeannie sat Linda up, knelt behind her, leaned forward over her shoulder, wrapped her arm back around Linda’s throat, and sat back into a reverse guillotine hold. Linda’s feet kicked madly and she clawed at empty air, but after a few moments, she became still. The referee pulled Jeannie off. He could have counted to one million. Linda Flick lay motionless at Jeannie Winters feet. The Southern belle left the Texas temptress out cold!
Barely able to keep her legs under her but grinning ear-to-ear, Jeannie turned to leave. The referee stopped her. He handed her a pair of scissors! The crowd brought the house down. Jeannie looked down at Eric, a wide smile spreading over her lips. Smelling salts had brought Linda around. Jeannie sat her up, stood behind her, used her legs to pin back Linda’s arms, and cut Linda’s hair. Linda’s face turned purple, crying so hard she could barely breathe, looking at Eric as he cheered Jeannie on. Jeannie proved merciful. She only cut off Linda’s hair below ear-level, but she had her trophy! The cage door opened. Jeannie collapsed into Eric’s arms.
Around midnight that night, a little car pulled up to the station where Eric worked. Linda stepped out, bruised from head to toe, a cap pulled down over her head. Tears welled in Linda’s eyes as she saw Eric. She wanted to hear him say she was still his goddess one last time before the stipulation of her loss forced her to leave town for good. The back door flew open. Jeannie bounced down the aisle on her toes. She sat up on the counter and crossed her bare legs, showing off the wide bracelet made from Linda’s hair that rested just above her ankle. Two huge tufts of Laura’s hair dangled from each side. Jeannie yanked off Linda’s cap, exposing her half-bald head. Jeannie laughed. “Oh, you want him, but you can’t have him. If you were half the woman I am he’d have stayed with you, but you’re not.” She jabbed a finger at the door. “Now, get out of MY town, loser!” Linda burst into tears, ran to her car and drove away, never to return.
The End
