War In A Small Town: Southern Belle vs. Texas Temptress Pt 2
By Supporturgoddess
The beautiful young waitress looked down over the counter with a cocky smile.
Eric looked up, astonished. “Are you serious? You’re a fighter?”
In the sweetest--and thickest--southern accent imaginable, the blonde answered, “’Shore I am. Well, I was. I was born in Alabama, but halfway through high school I moved to Georgia. I got in a few scrapes and learned I could fight. After high school, I moved around a lot. I lived in Tennessee, Kentucky, Oklahoma, and West Virginia. ’Wrasslin’s big in the South, you know.”
“Isn’t wrestling…fake?”
“The kind of scrapping done in underground locations for bettin’ money’s not.” She brushed her blond bangs up away from her forehead. “A girl bit me and gave me this here scar. She did worse, too.” She winked. “I’ve got more I could show you, but I don’t know you well enough yet. I’ve held championships in underground organizations all over the Deep South. I’ve fought in mud matches, oil matches, cage matches, loser leaves town matches, and pretty much any other kind of match you could imagine.”
Eric smiled up at the little blonde. “Do all Southern girls have accents like yours?”
“Do all Texans wear cowboy hats and own oil wells? ‘Course not, Honey. There are girls who happen to be from the South, and then there are true Southern girls!” She stuck her arm straight out over the counter and offered her hand, fingers spread wide. “Hi. I’m Tracy Jean Winters. Everyone calls me Jeannie.”
As Eric continued to talk with the gorgeous blond waitress, Linda happened to pass by and glance in through the window. She didn’t like the site of her longtime admirer chatting up the new waitress in town. She didn’t like it at all!
Over the next few weeks, Eric dropped by the restaurant as often as possible. He wasn’t alone. Half the men in the area came by to check out the hot new waitress in town. Jeannie flirted back, grinning ear-to-ear and sitting up on the counter to show off her mouthwateringly delicious legs. Even Eric had to admit that although the shorter girl’s legs weren’t as tan or as long as Linda’s, Jeannie’s legs were softer, sexier, and far more feminine. When the locals learned that Jeannie used to fight, they tried to talk her into fighting in their local club. She teased them with the prospect, but she refused to commit to a fight. Eric preferred seeing Jeannie late at night during breaks from his job, when he had her all to himself.
One night she came out and, in her sweet, Southern accent, asked, “All the guys want me to ‘wrassle, but I’m not ‘shore if I should or not. What do you think? Should I do it?”
Eric’s heart pounded. “I’m sure you’d do well against most of the girls around here, but a few of them are…really something. I wouldn’t want to talk you into anything you can’t handle. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
Jeannie’s eyebrows rose high. A taunting smile flashed across her lips. She felt challenged.
That Saturday night, Eric joined a large crowd on a lot behind a fireworks stand to watch a series of fights. He couldn’t wait to watch Linda defend her title in the main event. Two brutal fights between men passed quickly. A ladies match signed at the last minute followed. The first girl stepped into the ring wearing a fiery red, one-piece swimsuit. Her name was Lacey. She was well known in the club. Linda had mopped the floor with the 5’1” tall, 105 lb. dark-haired girl on several occasions, but she had an overall winning record. She leaned back confidently and waited for her opponent. Eric’s eyes widened. Southern Belle Jeannie Winters walked to the middle of the lot, as men whistled and cheered. She grinned widely. She stood hands on hips, twisting back and forth, wiggling her cute little hips and showing off her tiny, electric-blue bikini. The fight that followed kept Eric on the edge of his seat. Lacey, like Linda, depended on kicks. Jeannie clearly had trouble with Lacey’s feet. Lacey almost pinned Jeannie several times, but then the tide turned. The beautiful young waitress executed surprisingly profession-looking holds and moves, treating the groaning, squealing little brunette to leg scissors, grapevines, arm bars, ankle twists and a Spanish press, before a legs-on-legs lock forced Lacey to tap out. As the ref lifted Jeannie’s hand in victory, she looked out at Eric, grinned widely, and winked. He clapped and cheered for her.
Entering the open area at the center of the crowd to defend her title in the main event, Linda saw the exchange. She didn’t like it. She didn’t like it at all! She gave Eric a sullen pout, as if to say, “Hey! You’re supposed to worship me, remember?” Obviously distracted, Linda gave up two falls and almost submitted to her opponent, a pretty Mexican-American girl from a neighboring town. Knowing Eric was watching her lose infuriated the spoiled, “Daddy’s girl” princess. Linda’s rage erupted. She poured so much aggression onto her enemy that the fight had to be stopped. As men carried Linda’s semi-conscious enemy away, Linda shot Eric an evil grin. She walked up to him, taunting, “If that pasty little Dixie-chick I saw earlier ever faces me, you know she’ll get much, much worse.”
Weeks passed. Both Linda and Jeannie continued to win matches. Eric had originally been impressed by the similarities between Linda and Jean, but as they fought more and more girls, he began to see stark differences. Linda was a spoiled debutante used to having her way. She fought to inflate her ego by humbling other girls. Jeannie needed the money. Linda dominated her opponents. Jeannie’s matches were usually close and hard fought. Linda was generally reserved, other than the loud grunts she released in combat. Jeannie often shrieked, yelled, and even screamed in pain, and had, in a rematch with Lacey she barely won, even shed tears. Both girls earned their victories, but though Linda fought tougher girls, Jeannie’s wins cost her more.
As Eric spent more and more time with the Southern belle, the Texas temptress who Eric had worshipped grew increasingly jealous. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, she hated seeing her biggest fan with another woman. She was having a change of heart about her admirer.
One afternoon, Linda and Jeannie rounded a corner at the same moment and almost ran into each other. They stood toe-to-toe, Linda’s brown eyes staring down into Jeannie’s blue ones.
After a long face-off, Linda whispered, “I see you’re interested in Eric. I guess the best a hillbilly like you can do is to pick up what I toss away. Forget it, bumpkin. I’ve toyed with him for years. I’ve used him to make other guys jealous. He’s addicted to me. I could spit in his face, and he’d still want me. I could take him away from you with one kiss!”
Jean’s eyes narrowed. “Eric’s just a friend, but let’s get something straight, trailer trash. You couldn’t take a man from me on the best day you ever had!”
Linda sneered. “I could take ANY man from you on the WORST day I ever had! Maybe I’ll prove it to you!”
Linda lunged forward, bumping Jeannie’s shoulder back with her own. The Southern belle fell to her hips. She leapt up, but the cackles of Linda’s rapidly-approaching friends forced her to back down. The little blond waitress swallowed her pride and stormed off.
The situation came to a head the next evening. Eric went to the restaurant early and took his seat at the counter. Jeannie flashed her wide, trademark smile. Before either could speak, Linda and her posse burst through the doors. One look at Eric with Jeannie spoiled her sunny mood. Storm clouds gathered into a raging tempest. She took a booth and glared at Jeannie. The blond waitress deliberately flirted with Eric, staring at Linda with a taunting grin. The local girl’s blood boiled. After a moment, the tan Texan fought back. She snapped her fingers, demanding service. Jeannie had no choice but to answer Linda’s call. Linda gave Jean her order and told her to be quick about it. Outwitted, Jeannie was forced to obey the local golden girl’s commands. When Jeannie returned with the meal, Linda deliberately spilled a container of sugar onto the floor. Linda snapped her fingers, pointed to the mess, and ordered, “Clean it up, girl!” Red-faced and boiling mad. Jeannie was forced to work down on her knees at Linda’s feet, brushing the spilled sugar into a napkin as the men around her snickered. Linda taunted, “Good help is so hard to find. It’s a good thing we have the Deep South. Where else would we find waitresses and maids to do this kind of work?” Laughter erupted. When the delicious Dallas-area debutante attempted to prop her feet up on Jeannie’s shoulder, Southern Belle Tracy Jean Winters could take no more. She leapt up and threw the napkin full of sugar in Linda’s face. Linda leapt up and stood so close to Jeannie their noses occasionally touched. The crowd went wild. Linda shoved Jeannie against a far wall and then almost shoved her down, ready to fight her then and there.
Jeannie backed down to boos from the crowd. In an unusually high, nervous and wavering voice, she said, “’Yore just tryin’ to get me fired! We don’t all have rich Daddy’s to pay our way. Some of us have to work for our livin’!”
Linda turned to Eric. “See? She’s a total coward!”
“I ain’t no coward!” The Southern girl twanged. “’Yore the chicken! I’ve held belts all over the South. How come you’ve never been brave enough to fight me for ’yore title?”
Suddenly on the defensive, Linda shouted, “If I put up my title, what will you risk?”
One of Linda’s friends shouted, “If Little Miss Cornpone here loses, she has to be Linda’s slave for a month!”
Deep wrinkles formed across Jean’s forehead.
“Ha!” Linda laughed, looking at Eric. I told you she’s a coward!”
Jeannie refused to back down. A match began to take shape. By the time the rivals finally backed away, they had agreed to a no-holds-barred, no disqualification fight for Linda’s championship. If Linda won, Jeannie had to quit her job and work as Linda’s housekeeper and cook for a month. Linda would treat her as a virtual slave. If Jeannie lost, she would also have to leave town when her month of service to her mistress ended. If Linda lost, she would have to leave her hometown that very night! At the last moment, Linda forced Jeannie to reluctantly agree to one last stipulation. They agreed to make the battle a hair-vs.-hair match. The winner would be allowed to shave the loser bald!
That night, Linda’s friends struck. Jeannie stormed into Eric’s station. Her tires had been slashed. He promised to give her a ride home. She accepted. When they arrived at the tiny trailer house Jeannie called home, she invited him in. Her huge blue eyes seemed to beg him to accept her offer. Once inside, she offered him a beer. Eric quickly learned that Tracy Jean Winters had no head for alcohol. She became tipsy and giddy. She leaned against Eric, grinned ear-to-ear, and boasted of all the things she would do to Linda when she got her hands on her in their upcoming fight. She wanted Eric to be on the front row in her corner, so he could watch her prove she was the better woman. The more Jeannie drank, the harder it became to understand her slurred Southern accent. Her mood changed. Deep wrinkles covered her forehead, and tears welled in her eyes. Then, as if a dam suddenly burst, the truth finally came out. She had been lying--or at least, exaggerating--from the start. She had indeed won titles across the South, but only in tiny towns and insignificant organizations. Worse still, she never held onto her titles long. She had indeed been in almost every type of match, including loser-leaves-town fights. She had lost most of them. That was why she had to move around so much.
Tears trickled from her big, blue eyes. She looked up and drawled, “I jus’ wanted to impress yew. Some folks think I’m kinda’…pretty. I’m no beauty or nothing, but folks’ll pay good money to see a pretty girl ’wrassle, even if she loses. I fight my heart out, but I’m little. I look like a girl and I fight like one. Some of the gals who fight are like men in drag! I guess it’s like that line from that old movie. Sometimes my big mouth writes checks my body can’t cash. I’ve only been fightin’ ‘cause I knew you’d watch me. If I get my butt kicked Saturday, please don’t come and watch Linda make me clean her floors and wait on her hand and foot. I know she’ll want you to come over and watch her humiliate me, but don’t, okay?”
He promised. She muttered a few unintelligible sentences before falling asleep in his lap. He carefully got up and left her sleeping. As he drove away, guilt swept over him. He had often cursed Linda for using him to make other guys jealous. He had done the same thing by using Jeannie to make Linda jealous. At first, he had only worried whether or not Jeannie would last long enough to give Linda serious competition. As he left the trailer park, he worried about Jeannie.
Across town, Linda turned in. Eric’s plan had worked. She wanted him. She would have him, but only after she handed the Southern belle the worst beating in club history! A vicious game neared its climax.
The night of the fight arrived. The promoters had finally completed their new “arena”. Fans paid $500 each to watch. Inside the converted auto garage the promoters had built a sharp, steel cage, with barbed wire around the top. The crowd roared as the two beautiful girls entered.
The promoter’s voice boomed. “This will be a fight to the finish. Once the bell rings, they’ll be no rules and no way out. A fall will count as five points and a submission as ten points. The fight won’t stop until someone is out cold. This is your last chance to back out, ladies.”
Neither girl would back down. A fight so brutal it became legend was about to begin.
Concluded in “War In A Small Town: Southern Belle vs. Texas Temptress” Pt. 3!
