The year is 1980 and Lynda Carter had reigned as Queen of the Beach since she defeated Raquel Welch in the finale at QOTB 77. Standing 5 ft 9 and weighing 125 lbs., Lynda had been a dominant force on the beach fight scene ever since. Her unique blend of size, athleticism, and skill made her the fan's favorite and their gallant champion. Carter had battled - and beaten - women like Catherine Bach, Susan Anton, Loni Anderson and many others and had yet to taste defeat. Lynda became an idol to legions of fans and, thanks to her, the QOTB tournaments had attracted new fans and enjoyed an even greater popularity than in its heyday of the 1960's. Carter had literally BECOME "Wonder Woman" - a living legend. She wore the QOTB Tiara well...
At 5 ft 7 and 135 lbs., Sybil Danning was a B-movie star new to the beach fight circuit. Sybil had successfully mated innate beauty with a physical combat style she had used to batter opponents into submission. After an impressive win streak over women such as Raquel Welch, Jaclyn Smith, Farrah Fawcett, and Markie Post, Danning had made her mark on the tour. But as with any pioneer, controversy dogged her at every beach tour event. Fans disapproved of her fighting style and her tactics. Officials, ever mindful of the fickle public, disapproved of her 'adult' post-match behavior, which old-timers thought "reprehensible."
The Markie Post incident had been the straw that broke the camel's back... "The QOTB IS AN HONORABLE ATHLETIC EVENT," Danning's critics shouted. So many were understandably skeptical when Danning set her sights on Lynda Carter and the cherished Tiara. Others, even ones who had longed for a champion with a more REALISTIC fighting style, wondered if Danning were the right woman to champion their push for a more modern style; even many of her fans were unsure if Sybil really deserved a title shot, while others couldn't wait to see Lynda put Sybil in her place, to teach the UPSTART to respect her betters.
But there was one person who understood why Danning's challenge could not be ignored or left to die unacknowledged... Lynda Carter did not back down from any fight and she vowed to teach the blonde bully a lesson! Sybil made the rounds to lay out her plan to, not just defeat Carter, but destroy her. Back in 1980, her kind of brash talk and bluster was unheard of!
Lynda Carter had, for years, been an role model for good sportsmanship, helping to heal a nation bitterly divided by an unpopular war that had raged in Vietnam for nearly twenty years until its end on the eve of what became known in beach fight circles as "The Real President Carter" acknowledging that Lynda's overwhelming popularity was greater than that of the sitting US President of the same last name.
Unlike cartoonish, over-the-top fake, television wrestlers, Carter spoke highly of her opponents, shook their hands before a match, and often raised a defeated opponent's hand after. Many women on the tour followed her example, it's how things were done - back in what today is fondly remembered as the GOLDEN ERA of beach fighting. The QOTB in the 70s had a strong sense of etiquette, one fans appreciated in the other CIVILIZED sporting events like tennis, figure skating and golf. Lynda was proud of how she carried herself and represented her sport as clean, wholesome, and All-American. Under her reign, Lynda had taken beach fighting from beaches in back of seedy biker bars to the heights, competing front and center on some of the most iconic beach fronts in the world. Ipanema, Bondi, St. Tropez and Santa Monica were just a few of dozens of glamour stops on the worldwide tour where Lynda defended her crown with honor and virtue that did credit to both her and the QOTB.
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Early betting for Carter-Danning in Las Vegas opened with Lynda Carter a 5:1 favorite, typical for most of her fights. But they were expected to rise as the date of the fight neared. Danning was a beautiful woman, but a controversial figure. In some quarters, she had replaced Muhammad Ali as America's most controversial sports figure by the time the fight took place. Her Howard Cosell interview pointed in that direction, as did her appearances on late night television talk shows...
Lynda Carter had enjoyed what had been to that point a typical pre-fight interview on the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson; Lynda laughing at his jokes and telling some of her own before getting down to her real business, flogging tickets to the fight! Carter was her usual magnificent looking self in a low-cut red dress that displayed her assets tastefully, but left no doubt about her complete femininity.
No butch dyke beach brawler vibe radiated from this beauty! "Come this weekend Johnny, I'm going to defeat Sybil Danning, fair and square - while teaching her some manners.?
The crowd ate it up; cheering loudly. Suddenly, a figure stepped from behind the curtain. Uninvited, and escorted by security, Sybil Danning had crashed the Carson show. Decked out in her signature black leather, Danning deliberately made presented herself in stark contrast to Carter's classic beauty in red. Sybil carried a Life Magazine with Lynda Carter's photo on the cover she'd taken from a young fan who'd wanted Lynda's autograph.
Sybil tore the magazine to shreds, threw the pieces in the air, then turned to the shocked TV audience and declared, "Saturday night in Malibu, I'm going to FUCKING DESTROY your precious Wonder Woman. She will crawl and beg... like the BITCH she is" then spinning around to glare at Carter, Sybil pointed dramatically and hissed, "... your title RUN IS DONE!"
NBC censors scrambled to bleep Danning's language as Carson rose from his seat in a futile attempt to regain control, but even before he made it to his feet, he was slammed back down in his chair as Lynda Carter's arm swept across the desk and her hand slapped onto his chest.
"Don't bother to get up, Johnny," Lynda said with a confident smirk. "Let me take care of this trash.Lynda stood, hiked up her flowing long dress, and walked resolutely over to face the vile blond whose very presence dominated the stage. Carter was hardly wearing her combat gear, but she couldn't let Danning's interrupting her spectacle go on; not if she wanted to appear as the woman she so desperately wanted to be to her fans...and herself.
Sybil didn't budge an inch as her hated rival approached and Johnny turned to look into the camera, his lips smirking as his live audience came unglued. When the women stood toe-to-toe, cameras #2 and 3 zoomed in for tight close-ups; camera #1 stayed with with the long shot. Camera #2 shot them from the hips up, making sure they had Lynda's hands on her hips in her HERO POSE while camera #3 got the money shot of their almost touching, excitedly heaving, bosoms.
Lynda spoke first, her voice almost crackling with excitement, "I Hope you enjoy your 15 minutes of fame, because on Satur..."
SMACK!!!!
Carter would never finish that threat because Danning just bitch-slapped them right off her lips! Lynda's eyes went wide in shock as her sturdy body was turned halfway around when she awkwardly absorbed the impact of the blonde's cheap shot! Lynda's long, flowing gown hadn't been designed for fighting, nor was it constructed to handle the stresses involved in a catfight. As Sybil's slap spun her off balance, Lynda's legs were entangled and she clumsily fell to the stage on her knees.
Sybil pounced instantly, grabbing the stunned champion by her long black hair, dragging her too her feet, then hair-tossed her clear across the expanse of Carson's desk. Note cards and coffee cups went in all directions and Carson barely managed to backpedal his chair out of the way of Lynda who crashed to the floor behind the desk. Lynda struggled to her feet, supporting herself with a hand on the desk to support herself while her other held her top in place as she got up, her face flushed and her lips already swelling.
With a piercing scream, Danning ran and dove headfirst over Carson's desk, tackling Carter, then they both went violently to the floor out of sight the audience's sight. Cameramen and the audience strained to see what was happening behind the desk, but the two woman could be heard screaming as they fought roughly. Elbows, feet and claws were seen briefly flashing... then after a moment of silence, SHRRRRRRIIIIPPPPP... a loud tearing was heard, followed by Lynda Carter's well-known voice crying, NOOOOOOOOOO...
Seconds later, the crowd was STUNNED to see a head rising up behind the desk, but the hair was blond, not brunette. It was NOT Lynda Carter who stood smiling like a Cheshire Cat and holding a large, tattered, piece of RED fabric. Sybil sauntered around the desk to look into the hard camera with most of Lynda Carter's red dress draped over her shoulder, then she blew a kiss to the TV audience.
"Come Saturday night I will bury that bitch!Sybil said with the wink as she tossed the remains of Lynda's dress over the camera lens, blacking out the picture. Danning strutted out of the studio with security as Johnny was heard calling, "BRING ME A SHEET GET SOMETHING TO COVER HER WITH!"
Lynda was hiding behind Carson's big wooden desk in a panic. Sybil had torn off almost all her dress, leaving her topless wearing only a pair of red silk panties. She peeked over the desk, covering her boobs with an arm across her chest, only to see the stunned crowd - all standing, craning their necks, staring back at her... several of them pointing at her; a few women were even laughing at her.
"God NO! This is national television,she thought as she watched Danning strutting out through the far door. Carson reappeared to hand her a white shirt from his dressing room and apologized, "Sorry honey this is the best I can do on short notice.?
Lynda grabbed the shirt and pulled it over her torso. In her haste to button it, she missed a few buttons, leaving a few tantalizingly placed gaps. The Lynda Carter who finally stood up behind the desk as a far different woman than the one who'd begun the program minutes before. Her face was red - both from Sybil's slaps and her own acute embarrassment. Lynda's formerly perfectly coiffed hair was now a tangled, matted, mess. The $5000 designer gown she'd worn had been destroyed. Now, Lynda stood, embarrassed, unable to hide the fact she was both visibly upset and wearing an ill-fitting man's shirt.
She turned to Johnny who graciously complimented her on her new attire. "Don't worry Lynda; it looks better on you!" he joked to break the tension.
"My dress I I'm sorry... I couldn't fight.. in the dress,Carter stammered to the stunned host.
"Kick her ass Saturday, Lynda,Johnny said loudly and the crowd cheered. Carter slowly regaining her composure, nodded resolutely to the camera. When they went to a commercial break, Lynda was being led off the stage by her handlers to find more appropriate attire, Johnny Carson looked at the camera, shrugged, and said, "Live TV!?
Overnight the betting line favoring Carter fell from 5:1 to 2:1.
**********FIGHT NIGHT***********
Malibu California practically shut down on title fight night; streets were closed, jammed with press and spectators alike. The beach was a sea of people, a few lucky thousand had tickets in stands erected on the sandy beach, while countless others on the beach would watch on closed circuit TV or drive-in movie screens hastily erected for the event. Every Lynda Carter fight was an event, but tonight's was clearly different from the rest. The hype for the showdown with Sybil Danning was off the charts.
Their appearance on Carson earlier that week made all the papers and newscasts globally by morning. It was not often another woman got over on Lynda Carter, but Sybil's shocking assault had inflamed the public's curiosity. Carter's recent title defenses had become almost routine, and she had hardly broken a sweat in any fight for the last year and half. Some QOTB fans had begun to grow tired of Lynda's graceful, but bland, easy, dominance of opponents a nationally syndicated sports writer was referring to as, LYNDA'S BUM OF THE MONTH. But those same fans tuned right back in to satisfy their curiosity about the blonde who had brazenly challenged - and embarrassed - the champ.
The sandy ring was traditional Queen of the Beach; four ring posts firmly set in sand with rough help ropes between them; the ring surrounded by grandstands - and fans! This match at night, which meant lighting rigs and spotlights. The air was a comfortable 69 degrees with a little offshore breeze. A sense of electricity crackled in the air as special guest referee, Ursula Andress sashayed to center ring carrying a wireless microphone, the first time ever in a QOTB match. She was greeted by wolf whistles, hoots and hollers... having nothing to do with the microphone, but everything to do with her tight referees shirt and even tighter short-shorts!
Ursula raised her microphone and spoke with an assured presence, "Tonight's Queen of the Beach title match is scheduled for FIVE ROUNDS; winner to be decided by PINFALL, SUBMISSION, or KO! If there is no winner at that time, the winner will be determined by POINTS. In the event of a draw... they will fight OVERTIME until one is ahead on points, pinned, submits or can not rise before the count of ten! Tonight's winner will be... UNDISPUTED... QUEEN OF THE BEACH!"
The audience let out a cry as Andress finished. Tension filled the air as the cameras and fans anxiously awaited the entrance of the two women. Sybil, the challenger, was introduced first; walking with a slow deliberation, she pushed her way through the fans who crowded the narrow aisle to see, and touch, her scandalous low-cut black leather one-piece costume, or her hand, or her blonde hair! Her dramatically partly visible and clearly without any means of support, bouncing provocatively as she entered.
The crowd - clearly pro-Carter - showered boos on Danning who ignore them for the most part. All except one middle-aged woman she saw at ringside holding up a Lynda Carter Wonder Woman poster. Sybil stopped, reared back and spit - launching a saliva bomb squarely into the likeness of Lynda's face! As her saliva slowly ran down the poster over Lynda's gold clad breasts before falling to the sand, the, clearly incensed, fans in the crowd pushed forward screaming insults and even threats.
Danning, smirking, soaked in their hate, using in it to fuel her before the bout as she walked around to the other side of the entrance. There, a thin, teenage girl wearing a cheap replica Wonder Woman tiara stood, her mouth gaping wide, her eyes big as silver dollars. The girl gasped when Sybil grabbed the piece tiara and used it to rub herself, first her crotch, then up, down, over and around, her glistening tits before flinging the sweaty souvenir to a group of ravenous male fans who scrambled on hands and knees, fighting over the disgusting souvenir.
Finally Sybil met a small, drunken, rowdy, group of erstwhile male supporters; older then the teenagers who'd scrambled for a trinket, these so-called gentlemen, had the financial assets to afford a row of the most expensive ringside seats. One,?a gray-haired man wearing a polo shirt and chinos, handed her a shovel - emblematic of her infamous threat broadcast around the nation on Johnny Carson's show.
"DO IT SYBIL," he urged; saliva drooling from the corner of his mouth; dark, unblinking, eyes as deep as a bottomless pool of pure evil! "BURY THAT BITCH!The cameras caught Sybil's fans; yelling and screaming, out of their minds with "Danning Lust."
Sybil blew them a kiss, accepting their gift shovel, carrying it with her to the ring on her shoulder. The blonde challenger bent over, her black leather suit stretching taut across her buttocks, her heavy lightly tanned breasts almost spilling out of her low-cut top. Her hands never made so much as a flinch upward to cover them... bringing to mind how differently Carter's reaction had been when HERS had been bared on Carson's show. Danning was no shrinking violet, afraid of her sexuality, she was a woman who brazenly and openly flaunted her femininity publicly! Once through the ropes, Sybil raised the shovel overhead, then SPIKED it into the sand at very center of the ring!
Sybil's show was cut short by the familiar sound of, WaWaWaWaWaWa WONDER WOMANNN, blasting over the loudspeakers as Lynda Carter appeared at the entry in a black one-piece that shocked most of her fans. In the past, for her big fights, Carter ALWAYS had worn the iconic "Wonder Woman" outfit.
Carter paused at the entrance, did a dramatic spin and, suddenly, fireworks erupted and smoke surrounded the spinning champion, obscuring the fan's view of her. When the smoke cleared, it was WONDER WOMAN who came busting down the entrance at a run.
Sybil smirked as she leaned on her shovel prop.?"Neat trick,she thought, watching her opponent make way to the ring now in her signature red, blue and gold uniform; her Queen of the Beach tiara on her head. Carter's world famous breasts bounced and bobbed up and down in the cool night air and even in her costume, those who looked closely could see her nipples had stiffened at the prospect of combat she entered the ring and ducked between the ropes.
Lynda couldn't miss the shovel stuck in the sand and shouted to Sybil, "What's this for... your next career as a ditch digger??
Sybil retorted loud enough for the ringside microphones to pick up, "Grave digger, you dumb slut!?
Sybil quickly strode over to Lynda and leaned into her, pushing her bosom into Lynda's, chest on chest. Ursula Andress quickly pushed herself between the two she-cats, separating them momentarily. Ursula pulled Danning's shovel from the sand and tossed it out of the ring, returning it to Sybil's fans, then repaired the divot in the sand with her foot.
Andress raised the mic once more, "YOU BOTH KNOW THE RULES. ANY QUESTIONS?"
"NO!"both women said in unison.
"YOU BOTH KNOW THE STAKES,"Ursula removed Lynda's beloved tiara and held it up.
"YES!" both women answered, again as one voice.
"THEN LETS GET IT ON!"
DING DING DING! The bell rang and the title fight began.
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ROUND 1
Lynda was considered the most brilliant beach fighter of her day she showed why immediately. After their first encounter on Carson, Lynda assumed Sybil would force the action and, sure enough, as if in slo-motion, Lynda saw Danning's right hand rise from her hip for in a Palm Strike. Lynda expertly raised her left forearm,?blocking the incoming blow with her Wonder Woman prop bracelets. Sybil looked down at her hand, shocked as Lynda grabbed it, twisted her arm, then levered it up behind her back in a Hammerlock!?
"GUUUUUHHHHH..." Danning grunted as Lynda forced her down to the sand, holding her arm high and tight behind her back. Lynda released the hold, but quickly grabbed Sybil's blonde locks from behind and flipped over the kneeling blonde's legs, leaving her facing the beach.
Sybil spit out sand as she looked up at Lynda who was now standing in front of her, posing like some Greek Goddess; all high and mighty; her back arched; her famous chest thrust out and her fists planted on her waist in the haughty hero pose that Sybil found so damn annoying!
"Ffff fff fucking bitch!"Sybil screamed a she popped into a crouch, then charged. Lynda sensed Danning was seeing red and deftly side-stepped her raging opponent, sending Sybil bouncing off the ropes to be sling-shot back toward the middle of the ring where Lynda met her with a Missile Drop Kick; flying through the air feet-first with grace of a classically trained ballerina - nearly decapitating the blonde bitch when her feet slammed into her.
Sybil hit the beach again and saw stars. Lynda played to the fans for a moment before throwing herself onto Danning's chest, her first attempt at a cover that would be another first round victory for her.
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2.
Danning violently kicked out after two with enough power that it tossed the lighter brunette several feet away from her. Both scrambled to their feet and traded blows. Lynda had a reach advantage as she swung for the blondes head. Sybil, kept herself close to Lynda's body, wanting to fight inside Lynda's longer reach. Sybil shook off a glancing blow to her head and landed a bulls-eye jab on the gold and red cup of Carter's LEFT breast, her knuckles sinking deep.
Lynda's fans were incensed! An?opponents breasts were respected as 'off limits' in the Queen of the Beach matches. Lynda was STUNNED! She couldn't remember the last time... if ever... she'd been punched in the breasts. Still dealing with that shock, Lynda was slow to respond to Danning's next one; a left plowing into Lynda's RIGHT tit so hard it nearly ejected it up out of her iconic top.
"I've been dreaming of doing that for weeks," Danning said through clenched teeth as she speared Carter with her shoulder,?taking Lynda down with her to the sand. They both landed on their side and immediately jockeyed for position; rolling around, kicking up sand. As in their encounter on the Tonight Show, Sybil used her weight to control Lynda's thrashing; wrenching her head by the hair from side-to-side before she finally managed to get on top and straddle the slighter brunette.
Once she had mounted Lynda, Sybil rose onto her knees, drew back and gave Lynda a thunderous SLAP to her unprotected face that sent one of Lynda's favorite red earrings flying off to disappear in the sand under the feet of the crowd. Danning wound up again, but as she was about to swing she was interrupted by the bell ending the round.
DING.DING.DING!
Sybil nevetheless pounded a couple of extra shots into Lynda before she could be pulled off by Ursula Andress. Boo's rained down on Sybil, but they turned to cheers after the PA announced, "Round 1 has been scored for, LYNDA CARTER!
CARTER - 1
DANNING - 0
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Sybil was enraged and threatened the ringside judges, clearly believing she'd taken round 1. While she ranted and railed at the officials, Lynda guzzled water in her corner and adjusted her top; only later realizing she'd lost one of her favorite earrings.
"One more thing the bitch will have to atone for,"?she muttered.
DING DING DING!
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ROUND 2
Sybil and Lynda again met at center ring and Lynda's fighter's intuition told her to key on Sybil's right hand again. But this time, Danning threw her a curve ball! She feinted her right and when Lynda fell for it and reflexively went to block with her left forearm, Sybil's left knee exploded up into the stars over Lynda's groin! The brunette's eyes bugged out as pain radiated out from between her wobbling thigh through her entire body. If attacking an opponent's breasts was against the Unwritten Code of beach fighting, then kneeing her crotch had to be worth a lifetime ban! Still,?rules that were part of an "honor code" weren't actually written down anywhere and couldn't be enforced like real laws!
Sybil grabbed Lynda's shoulder, spun the stunned brunette around, then pumped two hard punches into her kidneys! The champ crumpled to her knees in pain, coughing and unable to get her breath. Lynda struggled to all fours just as BOTH of Sybil's fists slammed onto the small of her back in a crushing Ax-handle Slam that flattened Lynda on the sand on her stomach.
Sybil stepped over Carter, straddled her and then - in one swift movement - picked up both feet and plummeted straight down, slamming her ass and her full weight onto Lynda's aching lower back! As Lynda's head snapped up in a groan of pain, Sybil reached around, grabbed Lynda's chin in both hands and jerked her head violently backward into a textbook Camel Clutch!
As Lynda's body was pulled up and arched backward, her big boobs were forced forward, jutting out toward the fans at ringside who held their breath fearing Lynda's never-before-seen breasts were about to make their first public appearance. But then Danning released her chin, but she immediately and viciously reapplied the hold after moving her hands down to grab onto the champions breasts for better leverage!
Carter's unfamiliar screams echoed in the night as Danning stretched her back to a near breaking point while simultaneously digging her fingernails into her fleshy breasts, the thin fabric of her fabled Eagle top providing no protection against a hold never before used in Queen of the Beach contests and therefore unthinkable that protection would ever be necessary.
"Give bitch..." Danning demanded. "...give or I'll break your fucking back, and then I'll shred these tits you're so proud of,she added, a threat Lynda had never heard before, but one that send electric shocks thru her as she realized what it would mean.
"NEVVVVVVERRRRRRR....guh op..."Lynda grunted as she struggled in vain to escape the maniacal and devastating Double Breast Claw.
Sybil did her best to end Carter's reign there and then; gripping both of her fabulous breasts in her talon-like clutches, planting her feet beside Lynda's shoulders, and then wrenching the brunette's head and shoulders as far back as she could.
DING DING DING! Once more the bell saved Lynda; and again ruined Sybil's fun.
This time, Danning reluctantly released her to let Lynda's battered body flop face down limp to the sand where she lay panting as Sybil turned to the judges and coolly challenged them, "Lets see you dumb fucks justify giving her THAT ROUND."
Sybil's confidence was confirmed when it was announced ROUND 2 had been scored for her:
CARTER - 1
DANNING - 1
Sybil blew kisses to the booing crowd, and when they continued, she flipped them a double bird as she smiled watching as Lynda crawled painfully back to her corner. Both women took fluids in their corner and it was clear to everyone that Lynda wasn't - or couldn't - make eye contact with Danning while Sybil took pleasure in closely watching the action in Carter's corner as her seconds cooled her sore juggs with a soaking sponge as Lynda lay her head back, her eyes closed, as she guzzled water.
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DING DING DING
ROUND 3
Lynda came out of her corner far more tentatively than in either of the first two rounds; still reeling with the aftereffects of the punishment she'd received in the second round. She circled Danning at long range, looking wary of engaging her. Carter's fans quickly grew restless, nervous that she was now afraid of the blonde and nothing in Lynda's actions, or demeanor, did anything to indicate otherwise.
Danning tried to strike Lynda time after time, but with Carter keeping herself at a safe distance, none of them landed. As they continued circling, and circling, Lynda seemed to be recovering her legs and showed more spring in her legs, yet she still refused to close and trade blows with the blond.
Sybil, much as Lynda's fans, soon grew tired of foreplay and tried to take Lynda's head off with a running Lariat. Carter ducked it, and swept Sybil's legs out from under her. As she went over, Danning's arms flew up just before her ass slammed down on the sand! Lynda's fans popped with excitement as she was finally taking the fight to the challenger as she kicked Sybil over onto her back, then brought Danning, groaning in protest, to her feet by the hair.
Lynda bitch-slapped Sybil silly with a series of shots, keeping her staggered around in a semi-circle until Lynda scooped her up by grabbing her groin and shoulder, then lifted her straight up off her feet and pressed he high in the air... after holding her for a moment, Lynda Body Slammed Sybil down into the sand. Sybil's breath rushed out of her body, but before she could even take a breath to replace it, Lynda had already scooped her up off the sand, lifted her in the air and Body Slammed her back down on the beach a second time!
"ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!" Lynda's fans chanted. And Carter obliged, scooping the faltering blonde once more, lifting her HIGH and...
"OOHHHhhhhhhh.... ungh..." Lynda felt a sudden twinge or spasm in the small of her back, the exact spot Sybil had so ruthlessly targeted earlier. Her arms lost their strength, then her legs buckled and they both went crashing down to the sand with a THUD! The crowd fell silent and sat tense with visible concern for the long-time Queen of the Beach. Lynda heldher back and needed the support of the ropes to drag her hurting body back to her feet.
She barely was aware of the cries of her fans at ringside... "LYNDA LOOK OUT!"
As Sybil PLOWED into her, they both tumbled out through the ropes and lay tangled in the sand outside the ring where they desperately clawed each other as they rolled around in the sand trying to gain the upper hand. Two hellcats, they fought like mad women on their knees; their bodies rolling and tumbling along the shore and into the surf. The stadium lighting wasn't set up toward the water and the crew scrambled to get at least one spotlight turned to the surf.?
The crowd only caught brief glimpses of the action; the two women would submerge, then bob up, tangle briefly, then disappear underwater once more. No one was sure what was happening! Sybil's dark outfit blended into the black water, while Lynda's soaking wet Wonder Woman outfit reflected the spotlight. Her red and gold sparkle would disappear, reappear, disappear again. Both women's arms flailed and their legs kicked as they roiled the ocean with their furious flailing and punching.
The crowd got more and more tense as they stained in vain to see and understand the action in the shallow dark surf.
"I think... I can see... YES! Lynda's takin it to her!"
"Yeah, yeah! Carter's got this!"
Finally, a second spotlight was in position and it joined the frantic search for the combatants and provided a clearer - but disconcertingly strobe-like - picture to the audience, both those in attendance and the ones watching at home on TV.
At last, one woman struggled out of the surf, her hair plastered to her head, the now-bright lights reflecting off her soaking wet clothing so blinding no one could tell how she'd been dressed when she went into the water. But whoever it was, she was dragging the other woman by her hair back toward the beach When their?silhouettes at last became clear as their position changed the angle of the light, there was an audible gasp from the crowd!
The Undefeated Queen of the Beach... Lynda Carter... dangled limp, her head held by a handful of flowing black hair in the fist of the beaming challenger as Sybil Danning stomped proudly up the hard pack tidal sand onto the soft, dry, beach sand.?
Lynda was gasping, sputtering, huffing and puffing and spitting water as Sybil dragged her, stopping once to kick her and yell, "STOP STRUGGLING BITCH!" then continued to pull her violently over the sandy beach back into the ring where she slammed the soaking wet Queen of the Beach to the sand in the middle of the ring like so much beach trash.
DING DING DING!
The round ending bell was music to Carter and her fans but Sybil was NOT HAPPY when she was stopped by Referee Ursula Andress to keep her from inflicting even more damage. Sybil returned muttering and grumbling to her corner while Lynda's team dragged her back to hers where they anxiously worked on her like a NASCAR pit crew. Lynda's back got furiously massaged, her wardrobe mistress readjusted - and even did a hurried sewing job on a seam - her wet, disheveled costume. For her part, Lynda mostly gasped loudly, gulped deep breaths of air, tried to calm herself, and tried to refocus on the job at hand.
When the judges announcement came over the loudspeaker, ROUND 3 has beenawarded to LYNDA CARTER it was (generally) greeted with both surprise and relief....
CARTER - 2
DANNING - 1
... but not in Sybil Danning's corner!
"WHHHHATTTTT?" Sybil was furious. She leaped to her feet, rushed to the ropes where she viciously berated the judges. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU MORONS WATCHING? I BEAT HER?BIG JIGGLY ASS OUT THERE!"
Ursula, clearly not pleased with her task, nevertheless inserted herself between Sybil and the panel, trying to explain. "They couldn't see what either of you did underwater Sybil. They only can judge the action in the ring - and there, Lynda controlled a majority of the round."
Sybil pointed to the disheveled Carter in her cornerYou're all in on it! You're all protect your precious Wonder Woman. I guess I'll just have to leave NO DOUBT!"
Lynda nodded to her seconds after they did all they could to put her, and her costume, back together. "Lynda, you're up 2-1," her manager said. "You win this round and she can't win on points. Just ride it out and we'll get out of here with your title intact."
Lynda nodded furiously and burst from corner for
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ROUND 4
DING DING DING
For the first time that night, Lynda was clearly the aggressor. She circled Sybil pumping punches out with both fists; pushing her advantage on the score cards; desperate to escape Danning with her title and record intact - and, hopefully, her body as well. Lynda peppered Sybil with glancing blows, none landing solidly, or doing any real damage, but clearly enough to satisfy the judges and her fans. Sybil understood Lynda's strategy was to try to score as much as possible to screw her on points if neither of them could force a submission or gain a pin or KO.
Carter pressed her offensive, but her punches, which already lacked her usual power, became slower and as she tired, Sybil could parry or block them with disdain. Lynda hurt all over; her movement was sluggish and her lungs were on fire with oxygen debt.
Lynda tried a Roundhouse Kick... blocked!
Lynda tried a Spinning Elbow....blocked!
Every punch, every kick, every trick, she had in her arsenal of weapons was proving unsuccessful, or in some cases, downright embarrassing! Sybil?had clearly done her home work; she was prepared for everything Lynda tried! The fans watched, praying in vain for Lynda to score a blow, any blow, that might turn the fight in her favor. When their prayers were unavailing, they prayed she'd land just one punch, or better two! For the first time in her life, the Lynda Carter let her fans down!
When Lynda finally realized she was wearing herself out to no purpose, Sybil sensed it as well and that was when she attacked! As Lynda's offense fizzled, Sybil let out a war cry and ripped into Lynda with a passion that had simmered until it had been heated to red-hot by months of pent-up frustration. Sybil swept Lynda's defending arms aside like they weren't there to unleash a vicious volley of punches into Lynda's unprotected breasts!
Danning bared her fangs as her fists pounded Lynda's helpless hooters flat... LEFT, LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT, RIGHT!
Sybil licked her lascivious lips excitedly as her hard fists bounced "Wonder Woman's" cherished boobs every which way... up... down... sideways left... sideways right... then up again! Lynda's faithful fans stood silent, mouths agape; shocked by the sheer brutality of Sybil's assault on their beloved champions once flawless bosom as she battered it almost unrecognizable it had lost so much form and firmness.
Most shocked of all was Lynda... the poor battered brunette could only groan helplessly as she kept backing away and backing away, her feet churning sand as she did everything but turn her back and run away Sybil smashed her tits flat on her aching chest... and still she kept punching! The sickening SPLAT of Sybil's fists crushing Lynda's shaky sacks echoed across Malibu's pristine bay as the populace sat and watched in stunned silence their beloved Champion suffer a torment beyond all comprehending.
For Sybil Danning - who'd lain alone in her queen size designer bed many nights dreaming of this moment - was using the Lynda's golden Eagle top as the bullseye for target practice! The day she'd fantasized about had arrived and Sybil worked Lynda's juggs like her own personal, D-cup, speedbags.
Lynda's iconic red and gold top was, like Lynda herself, buckling under the sheer power of Sybil's all-out assault... Finally, Wonder Woman's iconic top had taken all it could and the stunned audience gasped when Lynda's famous bustier burst open at the seams under the unrelenting pounding of Sybil's cement-like fists. Sybil stopped punching to tear the tattered top from Lynda's un-resisting torso.?
Lynda Carter's heart sank as, through her tears, she watched her "Wonder Woman" Eagle top flutter like a broken bird to lay in the sand at Sybil's feet.
"Holy Shit... LYNDA LOST HER TOP!"
"WOW, THEY'RE HUGE!"
"OH, MY, GOD THANK YOU SYBIL!"
Lynda's prize pair had never been bare in public... not until tonight!
Red-faced, Lynda's knees buckled and she turned away, trying to shield her exposed breasts from the camera's flash. But her trembling hands were no more protection than the thin fabric had been and they couldn't prevent Sybil's new flurry of devilish uppercuts from ravaging her vulnerable and exposed undersides. Sybil launched herself into every punch; her fists smashing up into the soft underboob, each blow sending Lynda's own breasts flopping up into her own astonished face!
Danning was unrelenting; she kept coming; kept punching; her teeth bared. She dipped low and rose up, using the power of her magnificent ass and thick thighs to put all she had into every slicing uppercut until Lynda's once sturdy legs turned to rubber and simply gave way! She toppled over to sprawl face down in the cool sand.
"No... no... no..." Lynda murmured, shaking her head in disbelief and her stubborn refusal to accept what everyone could see with their own eyes. She curled up, cradling her devastated boobs in her trembling hands; trying to save them even further harm. Danning loomed over the struggling champion; grabbed her violently by her inky black hair and jerked Lynda up, setting her on her wobbling legs, holding her by one handful of hair and her left breast.
Carter was in such a world of hurt, she barely understood the words Danning whispered in her ringing ears, "Ready for your grand unveiling slut?" The hair on Lynda's neck stood up when Sybil called a cameraman to the ropes. Sybil bodied up behind Lynda and forced her chest over the top rope. Lynda's nude boobs billowed as the lay limp and lifeless on the top rope as the Cameraman moved in for his close-up. "Say hello to America, Wonder Wimp!" Danning cackled as she shook the rope, bouncing Carter's captive cans like huge pink water balloons.
"No... no... NO... no... NO... no... NO... GaaaaWWWWWAaaaaaaWWWWWddddd.." Lynda's pulsating sobbing echoed through the night as television screens across the nation captured the unforgettable image of Lynda Carter's horror as the rough abrasive ropes bounced her juggs for the world to see...and enjoy.
Then Sybil backed off and let Lynda collapse onto her knees, her head bowed, her wet, matted, disheveled hair hanging down over her bright red face; her trembling hands supporting her pulverized prize pair. Danning turned her back on Lynda and walked back to her corner, not bothering to even acknowledge the judges. She'd just authored the worst round of Lynda Carter's career and smiled when she heard the announcement over the PA: ROUND 4 is awarded to SYBIL DANNING!
CARTER - 2
DANNING - 2
Lynda stumbled twice trying to get back to her corner, still trying, in vain, to hide her exposed, wounded, Ds. Her corner gave her instructions, but in her shattered state she couldn't possibly comprehend them and instead of showing even the slightest reaction, she just kept sobbing and pathetically blubbering, "My top... please my top... I... I need... need my tuh...op."
One of Lynda's seconds retrieved the tattered red and yellow rag and tried to adjust it to hold her ravaged rack, but there was no way. Danning and damaged it beyond repair; rendered it useless. Lynda was melting down in her corner. As her team sponged her throbbing, burning, breasts, she kept repeating mindlessly the same sad litany, "My tuh....pop...please fix my top... need muh top..."
Suddenly, one of Lynda's trainers slapped her and yelled in her face, "LYNDA it's 2-2! THIS IS IT! You can do this - win this round and you'll keep the title. YOU ARE WONDER WOMAN USE THE PAIN... MAKE THE PAIN YOUR POWER!"
That seemed to snap Lynda back from the dark place she'd been. Nodding, she roared angrily "I... AM... WONDER WOMAN!"
The Bell rang...
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DING DING DING
ROUND 5
Sybil was unprepared for the fire coming from the Queen of the Beach! She'd spent the break planning her victory celebration, only to be BLASTED by a Carter uppercut that paid her for the arrogance. Danning saw stars and the crowd roared back to life cheering their topless brunette.
"Lets see how how you like it!"Carter screamed as she bashed the blondes boobs from side to side setting one of Sybil's tits free of its black leather prison.
"Guunnnnhhhhh...!" Danning groaned as she stumbled back from the irate champion trying to readjust her suddenly straining top. Lynda followed, shoulder blocking Danning tits-first back into her corner where they collided with the turnbuckle! Lynda stayed on her; feeding on the crowds energy. She grabbed Sybil's stringy blond hair and Bitch-slapped her back and forth, keeping her stunned as she bent her knees and lifted Sybil's ass up and set it on the top turnbuckle!
Then Lynda shocked the crowd by climbing to the top herself. She slapped Sybil and tried to toss her from the top rope - but Danning held onto the ropes and then slapped Lynda back. The crowd was on their feet as the women traded slaps and punches straddling the topmost turnbuckle.
Blonde hair flew! Black hair flew. Then blonde. Then black. Strikes landed and boobs swung like big fleshy pendulums. Sybil was rocked by a stinging blow, but instead of the expected retaliatory blow, Sybil instead wrapped Lynda in a Bearhug.
Trapped in Sybil's embrace, Lynda was forced to grab Danning in her own Bearhug and the two of them began to squeeze with all of their respective might! The crowd's roar was deafening as each woman strained at her max to impose her will on one another. Lynda's and Sybil's juggs engaged in their own one-on-one combat as both women tried with every ounce of energy left in their reserves to crush the other's body, will, and spirit!
Lynda's brain kept repeating her mantra, "DO IT.. DO IT! I AM WONDER WOMAN.. I AM WONDER WOMAN...I AM WONDER WOMAN... USE THE PAIN!"
The fans cheered their champion, "DO IT LYNDA! YOUVE GOT HER! C'MONNNN LYNDAAA!"
Lynda's rack had already been subjected to an unheard amount of punishment, but her's was the stuff of legend and they refused to give a centimeter, then started to steadily gained ground as they pushed into enemy territory and began to overwhelm Sybil's.
Danning, unbelieving at first, when she realized what Lynda was doing, bellowed, "NOOOOOO," as she felt her own prodigious melons quiver, then begin to fail. Sybil called on her own deeply buried reserves of energy and it made her biceps ripple, her forearms and triceps bulge as she doubled down on her own Bearhug.
Lynda, all of her might focused on finishing Danning's tits, at first barely registering a tiny twinge of pain deep within the small of back. She closed her eyes, ignored the pain radiating out from behind, and kept repeated to herself, "I AM WONDER WOMAN. I AM WONDER WOMAN. HANG ON ANOTHER SECOND," as she continued to push Danning's breasts back toward the edge of their defeat. Then...
... in a single instant, one brave woman's body gave up for the first time in its storied career... and that body belonged to Lynda Carter. The Queen of the Beach's back spasmed, then seized up, causing her entire body to crumple under the extraordinary pressure of Danning's Bearhug. Lynda's concentration broken, her breasts forward momentum blunted by her back pain, stalled. Lynda's victory drive had hit a brick wall.
Sybil bellowed in triumph as her juggs firmed, held the line, then began to retake all that they'd lost, marching Lynda's retreating rack back to its starting point...then beyond.?Even as she could feel her breasts taking control of Lynda's, Sybil FELT the fight draining out of Lynda. Sybil arched her back, driving her tits forward,?CRUSHING Carter's boobs back onto her rib cage. Lynda's head fell back and her arms dropped from Sybil's waist as her cherished breasts collapsed, Sybil's mushrooming them in their domination by Danning's overwhelmingly powerful proud pair.
The stunned silent crowd grimaced at the pitiful sound of Lynda's moaning, "Noooo.Noooo. Nooooo" as Sybil Danning utterly conquered what had, once, been her iconic breasts.
Suddenly, Sybil spread her arms and released the Queen of the beach. Sybil leaned back, waving, "So long slut!"
It seemed like slow motion, eye witness said, as Lynda Carter, now barely conscious, fell straight backward off of the top rope, her eyes never blinking, never breaking contact with the ice cold eyes of her destroyer as she tumbled over backward, sadly, to the ring. A cloud of sand puffed up around Carters broken,?topless, body, as her fans wailed in despair.
Sybil stood on the top turnbuckle and drank in the sight of the stunned audience, the camera's, the ringside press while, below her spread-eagled in the sand, lay the body of her defeated rival. It seemed that Danning stood there for all eternity before she blew a kiss to the camera, then leaped high into the night sky. Flash bulbs popped in blinding flashes as the blond soared, before plummeting back to Earth.
IMPACT!
The entire beach shook when Sybil smashed down squarely on top of Lynda's prone, quivering, body. Lynda was literally, pounded into the sand as Sybil crushed her whole. Sybil heaved an excited breath as she got to her feet, feeling the crowd's fear for their champion. Sybil smiled at the sound of the broken bitch moaning and muttering as if on auto-pilot:
"i am wonder woman..."
"i am wonder woman..."
"i am wonder woman..."
"NOT ANY MORE BITCH!"Danning screamed as she grabbed Lynda's famous blue briefs and brutally ripped them from her loins, exposing a tiny, barely-there blue thong beneath. The last of "Wonder Woman" had been torn from the Queen of the Beach leaving only wreckage of what once had been behind in her wake.
Sybil Stood mightily straddling the shattered and nearly nude champion, mocking Wonder Woman's so-called, power stance, with her hands on her hips. "You're finished Lynda remember who did it to you!Danning's words oozed malice as she removed her own top to freeing her victorious breasts.?
Lynda's fans, those who hadn't already left in dismay - or disgust - covered their eyes as Danning straddled Lynda's body and dropped her payload onto Carter's pale, waiting, expressionless, face. Lynda's once proud beautiful visage?slowly disappeared from sight into the hot steamy recesses of the blondes merciless breast smother as Sybil's assets molded themselves to Lynda's features, filling her nose, mouth, eyes, with their soft, supple, superior, flesh.
Lynda's fan's were shocked, stunned, disgusted and revolted by Danning's unheard of - and uncouth - maneuver. A breast smother had never been seen in the QOTB to that point. (Although in future years it almost became a stable in the genre.)
Carters long legs and limp arms twitched in sad resignation of their Mistresses mental absence as Ursula Address slid into place, took Lynda's wrist and lifted a limp arm. She let go and it dropped to the sand without hesitation.
1.
Again, Andress raised Lynda's wrist, and again she dropped it...
2..
One last time Ursula raised Lynda's hand from the sand and when she released it... Lynda's fans in attendance and those watching around the world prayed for a miracle.
Sybil Danning didn't believe in miracles!
3..
DING
DING
DING
DING
DING
DING
DING
DING
DING
After a brief silence - one remembered for years as "the moment of silence" the PA echoed through out the silent beach THE WINNER OF ROUND FIVE... BY TKO...AND NEW QUEEN OF THE BEACH.... SYBIL DANNING.
It was over! Lynda Carter's long reign had come to an unthinkable and ignominious end. Sybil Danning soaked in the boos and basked in the tears of the crowd as she got to her feet and planted her foot firmly between Lynda's battered breasts, her touch eliciting only a brief and involuntary spasm from the ex-Queen.?
Andress approached Danning, everything in her demeanor bespoke her disdain and distrust as she tossed Lynda Carter's beloved tiara at Sybil who greedily grabbed the trophy and then slowly raised it overhead as a sadistic grin spread across her face while she posed for the cameras with Carter's battered chest shallowly rising and falling underfoot.
Danning took note of her few supporters at ringside; one holding out the shovel they had brought along to cheer her with.Sybil got a wicked idea. She left Lynda tits-up in the ring and went over to the group. The men lost their minds when the New Queen asked to borrow their shovel.
Danning held it up as Carter's disconsolate fans slowly trudged from the beach, leaving behind what was now a much smaller crowd, though they were overwhelming majority Sybil supporters. They were chanting:
"BURY HER!"
"BURY HER!"
"BURY HER!"
Turning her back to Carter, Sybil winked to her fans and stabbed the shovel into the light beach sand. Longtime QOTB observes watched in disbelief as Sybil sadistically dug a Lynda Carter size hole in the middle of the hallowed ring. Organizers called for the grounds crew to stop it, but no one dared deny the new Queen her personal, CORONATION CEREMONY.
Lynda began to come to to her senses about then and instinctively felt she was in "grave" danger. Her fight or flight mechanism clicked in and the once proud champion started pitifully crawling toward the ropes in a desperate desire to escape her tormentor. Lynda's battered tits dragged furrows in the soft sand as she pulled her run down body toward safety.
She almost made it to the ropes and was about to make a quiet exit to lick her wounds and plan for some kind of possible rematch challenge, when she felt Sybil's cold fingers grab her by her disheveled hair and drag her backward.
"Where do you think you're going... Lynda?"
Carter moaned, "Gguhhhhhhh"
"I told the world I would BURY Lynda Carter and...well, Queen Sybil always keeps her promise."
Sybil's veins coursed with pulsating adrenaline as she hauled Carter up, lifted her overhead; Lynda's limp arms and legs hanging down as Danning paraded around the ring, proudly displaying Lynda's near naked body like a trophy.
Tears streamed down the former Queen's flushed cheeks as the reality of her situation finally crushed the last remnants of her once indomitable spirit. Lynda had always known one day she would have to give up her prized Tiara , but she never thought it would be like this, torn from her fingers by a woman she didn't respect, but only feared.
"Nooooo. Noooo.this cant be hap..."Lynda's sad lament was interrupted as Danning powered her down over her knee, pulverizing Lynda's injured muscles and tendons. A lesser woman's back would have snapped, but Lynda's strong core prevented, at least permanent, damage. Danning held the broken woman bent backward over her knee for several moments, then casually flipped her off onto her stomach. Lynda lay moaning as Sybil wound up and SPANKED her. Lynda's butt cheeks rippled with every painful impact. Again and again Danning smacked her ass until it was raw. After several dozen spanks Danning released her, watching Lynda flop around rubbing her ass on the sand at the edge of the hole.
Sybil's fans went ape-shit with blood lust as their Goddess callously nudged Lynda with a foot, rolling her over into the shallow grave. As Sybil picked up the shovel.. Lynda weakly pleaded with the Queen of the Beach, "noooo..please..nooooo..."
Lynda's plea fell on deaf ears. Sybil began to shovel sand on her. "some... one please.. please. help... OH....help me," Carter begged in a whiny, defeated, deflated, little girl's helpless voice. The only response to her pathetic cries for help were the growing chant of Danning's new disciples:
"BURY HER!"
"BURYHER!"
"BURY HER!"
Sybil stopped shoveling when Lynda was almost completely buried; her hands and feet unable to move under the weight of the sand with only her neck and face still exposed. Lynda's career flashed before her as Danning finished the job destroying her legacy by burying her in the beach she'd made famous.
"Please Sybil please don't do this I'll do what you want I'll do anything...?
The ringside cameras picked up Lynda's desperate plea, one that was the final straw, one that made thousands of her former fans turn off their TV and turn their back on.
"WORSHIP YOUR QUEEN!?
Carter closed her eyes and nodded, the only thing she could move.
Danning greedily dropped her slick sweaty tits on Carters face and made no effort to hide her twisted glee as Lynda kissed, licked and suckled her victorious breasts like a bitch in heat...or one willing to pay any price for a chance to escape. The few fans Lynda had left, now turned and exited in disgust as their once mighty champion humbled and submitted to Sybil Danning merely to avoid still further humiliation and degradation.
Sybil suddenly bounced to her feet, reached for the shovel and scooped up a shovelful of sand; ignoring Carter's feeble crying "No no you said you you said worship you..?
"BYE BYE BITCH!" Danning laughed with a sick glee as she broke her promise and tossed the final shovel of sand onto Lynda's face; completely burying the greatest Queen of the Beach!
Danning's vicious fans erupted as Carter's face disappeared...forever. Sybil held the shovel high as cameras flashed, then she jammed it into the sand over Lynda's body. Sybil two more things left to do. She collected Lynda's torn and tattered remnants of the once iconic uniform and tied them to the handle of the shovel; marking the resting place as "Wonder Woman's" seaside grave.
The message was clear to all The Queen is dead. Long live the Queen!
Epilogue?
The Woman QOTB officials pulled out of that Malibu beach would never be the same. There was no rematch? Lynda Carter could not bring herself to be in the same zip code as Sybil Danning for decades let alone the same ring. Lynda never seriously competed in the QOTB again.
Danning?s tactics, brutality and savage humiliation of Lynda Carter changed the sport in ways that still reverberate to the modern tour. In fact, some keen observers noted a copy of the hard to find UNCUT CARTER-DANNING Blu Ray on Alice Goodwin?s nightstand during a recent photoshoot.
Thanks to Ginny38 for all the help
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