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Gold Medal Catfight Karen McDougal Vs. Lucy Pinder

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Gold Medal Catfight Karen McDougal Vs. Lucy Pinder
« on: August 03, 2012, 11:43:01 PM »
Gold Medal Catfight – Karen McDougal vs. Lucy Pinder

Karen McDougal and IRISH were off to London for the Olympic Summer Games.  They had a friend, Abby Wambach, who played on the US Women’s Soccer Team.  One evening before the games was to begin; the three friends met up and hit an old English Pub just outside the Olympic Village.  They laughed and joked and were enjoying themselves, perhaps a bit too loud, and they drew the attention of some of the locals who saw them as unwanted foreigners taking up space in a prime booth at the pub.

As the locals drank they grew bolder snickering at the three Yanks.  “Wouldn’t it be fun to show them a little of our special hospitality?” Michelle asked Lucy.  The brunette smiled and took a swig of her beer.  “You and I think a lot alike.  I think I just might go over and welcome them to our little pub right now!” Lucy answered as she stood.  “Wait here!” She told Michelle.  “We don’t want to show all our cards now do we?” Not waiting for the blondes reply, Lucy made her way over to where the three Americans sat.

Not waiting for the three friends to look up, Lucy decided to get right down to business.  “You Yanks are not welcome here.  This pub is for Britts only!”  Right about than was when Abby let out a yelp.  Her hair was dangling over the back of the booth’s bench, and to make sure that she got her point across, Lucy gave it a tug forcing her head back painfully.  Wambach spun in her seat to face Lucy, pulling her hair from the brunette’s grasp.  “You looking for trouble bitch?” The fiery athlete asked as she prepared to throw a punch at Pinder. 

“Don’t do it Abby!” Karen said as she grabbed her friend’s arm stopping the fight before it began.  “You have bigger things to use your energy on than her.” She continued trying to prevent her friend from getting in a scrap before some of the biggest soccer matches of her life.  Abby started to relax a little as Karen released her arm.  “Look, we just came here for a couple of beers.  We didn’t come her looking for any trouble.” IRISH said as her tried to reason with Lucy.  Lucy didn’t hear a word that IRISH said; she just locked eyes with McDougal.  “I guess I will have to settle on you than!” Lucy said.  “Unless you are as afraid of me as your friend here.  I don’t care if you want to fight or not… either way you are going to get your ass kicked and thrown out in the street!”  Lucy punctuated her statement with a right to Abby’s eye. 

Karen was pissed as she rose from her seat.  “Why don’t you pick on somebody your own size?”  Before things could get started the owner of the pub walked up.  “I see you picked out tonight’s entertainment Lucy.  You know the rules; let’s take it in the back room.”  Micelle grabbed her partner by the arm and led her towards the back with a large smile on her face.  “I wanted that one!” she teased her friend.  “You could have had the other one if you wanted.”

The pub owner sized up Karen.  “At least the fight might last longer than the last couple.  Have you done this before?” he asked her as he held out his hand to help her from the booth.  “Once or twice.” Was Karen’s confident answer. 

“Do you have anything to change into?” he continued the conversation.  “She is a wild one and will probably tear that nice dress of yours to shreds.” He didn’t know who Karen was, but he kind of felt like he was leading a lamb to slaughter having watched Lucy fight many times against much larger women in his backroom.  “I have something you can wear.” Abby called out from behind her.  “It probably is going to be tight on top, but it is all we got.” She said as she darted out to the car to retrieve her gym bag.

Karen stepped into a small office and slipped into Abby’s soccer practice uniform.  It wasn’t the most flattering thing that she ever fought in, but she didn’t mind the bold USA across her breast.  And Abby was right, since Karen Playmate figure had been enhanced; it was much tighter on her than the athlete.

Abby, IRISH, and Karen were led into the backroom.  It looks like it used to be an overflow dining area when times were better.  It had a large open area surrounded on all sides by a four foot wall.  There were openings spaced out around the wall that would allow the guest and the servers’ access to the area.  In the center was a single pole.  The whole room had an old world rustic feel to it. 

Upon entering the room Karen saw that just about every patron of the pub was there to witness the little event and were crowded up against the half wall trying to get the best view they could.  Both women had gorgeous model looks and this was going to be a classic scrap.  Karen took her place in the make shift ring wearing navy blue workout shorts, a sleeveless white USA jersey, and sneakers that she had borrowed from Kelly.  There was a buzz in the air as money began changing hands as wagers were being made.  Some of the tourist were betting on Karen because she appeared slightly larger than Lucy.  All the locals who have seen Lucy fight before were placing their money on the hometown girl.

Lucy made Karen wait in anticipation for a few minutes before she made her entry into the room.  She was trying to get in the Playmate’s head as she stood in the ring all alone.  When she figured she had let Karen sweat long enough, Lucy made her entrance.

The crowd let out a roar as Lucy came into view.  Karen had her back turned to her as she and IRISH were talking some last minute strategies.  They both looked up as Lucy made her way through an opening on the far side of the ring opposite Karen.  IRISH’s jaw dropped.  Lucy looked like a smaller version of Chyna.  Not in size or muscle but in attire.  The Page 3 model was all in black.  Wearing knee length leather boots, tight leather boy shorts, and a black leather bra like top that was loaded with metal studs.  The ridding gloves completed the bad ass biker chick look.  Some of the visitors who bet on Karen wanted to change their bets once they saw Lucy’s battle attire.  All the locals knew it had been a set up all along.  Lucy had left a string of battered women in her wake as she honed her skills making a name for herself as the bitch to beat.

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Re: Gold Medal Catfight Karen McDougal Vs. Lucy Pinder
« Reply #1 on: August 04, 2012, 01:13:46 AM »
The pub owner entered the ring and singled the two women to join him in the center.  He started to explain the rules to the two combatants.  He turned to Karen and asked her if she would like a mouth piece to wear.  She turned slightly to face him with a puzzled look on her face.  Wasn’t it a little late to worry about a mouth piece?  Just then her world was rocked!

Her head snapped to the side and she stumbled backwards taking a couple of steps before collapsing to the floor on her ass.  Lucy had waited for the distraction and threw a brutal right hand that connected with the point of the Playmate’s chin.  On the ground Karen was fighting the darkness that was creeping in from her peripheral vision.  In the back of her cloudy brain she could hear the pub owner’s last instruction before the fight.  “And oh yeah, protect yourself at all times!” he said with an evil grin.  Yes! Alcohol sales were great at his pub when Lucy and Michelle were in attendance!

IRISH yelled out his protest to the pub owner about the cheap shot to start the fight.  What he missed was Lucy going over to Michelle and hand her something that she had clutched in her right hand.  Michelle quickly deposited the object into her purse and patted Lucy on the ass.  “Kick her ass Lucy!” she cheered on her friend.

As Karen tried to shake the cobwebs Lucy was rapidly approaching her.  She had just made it up to her elbows creating a very inviting target for Lucy.  Planting her left foot, Lucy swung her right leg, kicking the Playmate right between the eyes with her boot.  The American once again found herself flat on her back.  Things went from bad to worse when the Page 3 Model stomped down on Karen’s belly.  Stunned and out of breath, Karen offered absolutely no resistance as Lucy peeled her shorts down her legs and threw them to the crowd.

Next was the jersey.  Lucy grabbed hold of it at the bottom and pulled it up and over the Playmate’s head.  She didn’t pull it all the way off but rather stopped just above Karen’s head.  The effect that it had was to trap the Playmate’s arm, in the jersey, above her head. 

Lucy stepped over Karen and dropped her ass down on the Playmate’s belly.  Without releasing it, Lucy just peeled Karen’s bra up, baring her breast.  Twisting, pulling, clawing, punching, and scratching, Lucy did everything she possibly could do to inflict the most pain and damage to Karen’s once flawless tits.  All the Playmate could do is wreath and cry out in pain.  The two most vocal people in the room were IRISH and Michelle.  IRISH was giving the pub owner an earful about Lucy’s dirty tactics.  Michelle yelling encouragement to her friend to continue the one-sided mauling that was taking place of the now growing crowd.  Having tenderized Karen breast enough, Lucy was ready to start the next phase of her battle plan.

Rolling off of the top of the Playmate, the Page 3 Model grabbed hold of Karen’s hair using it to pull her to her feet.  The Britt spun the Yank and sent her flying backwards into the post in the center of the room.  As soon as she had released her, and before the Playmate had a chance to figure out a plan of escape, Lucy charged after her.  Karen let out a grunt as she struck the unmoving pole.  Just as she opened her eyes after the impact she saw Lucy leave her feet.  The model crashed chest first, tit to tit, with the Playmate.  Lucy reached behind Karen and around the pole and squeezed the Yank in a tight bear hug. 

The crowd knew why Lucy had worked over Karen’s tits moments ago.  It was in anticipation of this very move.  The Page 3 Model used the pole to crush the Playmate between the nonmoving object and herself.  As she began to pump her arms and squeeze tighter, Lucy began rolling her top back and forth on Karen’s damaged tits.  The first timers to the pub now understood the purpose of the metal studs on the Britt’s top.  She was absolutely destroying the American’s tits!

Lucy was playing to the hometown crowd doing everything she could to embarrass the foreigners and send them packing.  Now only if she had the soccer bitch in the ring getting her ass kicked.  She would not only having fun but helping the Royal Football team as well.  She would make sure to try and stomp on one of her legs or something after the match was over with the Playmate.

It would be easy to give up.  Right here, right now!  But that was not Karen’s style.  Her arms were still trapped in the jersey above her head but she was doing everything she could to wiggle her way out of it.  She was finally able to get one arm free and then the other.  She tossed the jersey completely free of her body and onto the floor.  Her chest was on fire and she had to do something immediately to stop the onslaught.  As Lucy continued to squeeze and dig the metal studs into Karen’s breast, the Playmate raised both hands and clapped her hands against Lucy’s ears with all of her might. 

Lucy released the bear hug and hands shot to the sides of her head trying to stop the ringing.  The Page 3 Model backed up a step or two as her equilibrium had been thrown off.  Reaching above her head with both hands, Karen grabbed onto the post.  Even though her tits were on fire she knew that she had to take advantage of the small window of opportunity that had just presented itself.  The American lifted her legs until her knees met her belly.  Coiled and ready to strike she waited for Lucy to turn square with her once again.  Like a coiled snake, Karen’s legs shot out, hitting Lucy square in the chest.  The Britt gasped and staggered backward, tripping over her own feet, falling flat on her ass.

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Re: Gold Medal Catfight Karen McDougal Vs. Lucy Pinder
« Reply #2 on: August 04, 2012, 08:21:06 AM »
Karen was on the model in a heartbeat!   Crashing down on Lucy’s waist, Karen started hammering away at Lucy’s smug mug.  Having stunned her opponent, McDougal pulled up on the front of Pinder’s bra until both of her breast bounced free.  Lucy was known for her very impressive natural tits.  Now what had always been her pride became a liability as the Playmate went to town with sharp, crisp, blows now targeting the model’s tits exclusively.  Stopping to catch her breath, Karen sat back on her haunches, whipping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand.

That was all the opening that Lucy needed.  Reaching up with both hands, Lucy buried her claws into the unsuspecting Playmate’s already damaged tits.  Karen’s break was short lived as she let out a scream and reached for Lucy’s wrist.  Trying as hard as she could to break the model’s grip, Karen was having no luck stopping the onslaught.  With Lucy tugging and twisting at her tits, all it took was one good buck of the hips from the model to displace the Playmate and send her skidding across the floor tits down.

Lucy rolled to her side and gave pursuit to the Playmate.  Just as Karen was struggling to get up to her hands and knees, Lucy caught her from behind grabbing hold of each of her ankles.  Lucy pulled for all she was worth dragging Karen’s damaged tits across the rough floor.  The Playmate’s bra, while still physically on her body, had ridden up around her neck where it offered absolutely no protection. 

Pinder crawled up McDougal’s legs coming to rest with her knees pinning the Playmate’s legs to the floor.  Having her prey trapped right where she wanted her, Lucy grabbed hold of the back of Karen’s thong.  The larger brunette let out a yelp as the thin fabric was forced up into her slit.  The cruel Page 3 Model pulled it up and in with all of her might causing more and more pain to her rival.  When the material finally tore away, Lucy started paddling away on Karen’s ass with open handed slaps.  The toll that the fight had taken on her body up until this point had the Playmate on the brink of surrender.  Now Lucy was just trying to humiliate her while inflicting as much pain as possible.  The only thing that kept the American from shouting out her surrender was that she knew it would mean absolutely nothing to the sadistic Britt. 

With Lucy’s knees digging into the backs of her own knees, Karen was unable to make it up to all fours where she might have a chance of throwing Pinder from her perch.  But luckily for the Playmate, the Page 3 Model started crawling up Karen’s body and grabbed a fist full of the brunette’s hair.  As Lucy pulled back painfully on the Playmate’s head, Karen was finally able to get her legs up under her.  Lunging forward she was able to toss Lucy from her back.  Know it was the Playmate’s turn to ignore the pain and follow up on the advantage that she had created, no matter how small it actually was.

Karen scrambled right up Lucy’s back before the Model had a chance to place any distance between the two women.  Grabbing hold of Lucy’s hair with both hands, Karen started bouncing her forehead off of the solid wooden floor.  Having dazed her foe, Karen stood and kicked Lucy in her side, rolling her over on her back.  Once again Karen dropped down on Lucy’s waist and quickly relived her of her leather studded bra.  The Playmate tied the Model’s arms behind her back with the Playmate’s own discarded bra.  At this point, Karen began twirling the Model’s bra over her head.  Rather than tossing the garment into the now frenzied crowd, Karen brought the bra down as hard as she could across Lucy’s large tits.  Lucy screamed at the top of her lungs.  The studded bra was having the same effect as a cat-o-nine whip.  Karen was now the one dishing out the pain and there was nothing the Model could do to stop the onslaught.

Targeting the sensitive area around Lucy’s nipples exclusively, it was now Karen who had her opponent on the brink of crying out her surrender.  The crowd was going wild as some of the visitors were looking forward to a large payout.  Some of the locals even started cheering for Karen.  They felt it was about time that the dirty fighter finally got a taste of her own medicine.

Like a blur, Michelle came charging in to rescue her friend.  Marsh also being a soccer/football fan stopped beside her friend and planted her left foot.  With a huge swing like she was trying to clear the ball from deep in her own end, Michelle kicked Karen in the back of her head, right at the base of her skull.  The Playmate’s head snapped back and she was out before she hit the floor. 

Karen’s body came to rest just above Lucy’s head.  Michelle followed up her sneak attack by crawling up Karen and pulling her slightly off the ground by the hair.  Slipping into place, she soon had the unconscious Playmate in a painful camel clutch.  The above all happened so fast nobody was able to prevent it.  It was now Abby’s turn to come to the aid of her friend.


The Soccer Star couldn’t prevent the attack but she certainly could put a stop to it.  Coming over the wall like a Hockey Player coming over the boards, Abby arrived on the scene in a heartbeat.  Abby didn’t want to risk injuring Karen any further.  Not wanting to swing for the fences and drive a big kick into Michelle, she wrapped a bunch of blonde hair around her left fist and started wailing away at the side of Michelle’s face with her right.  While she was able to inflict some damage early, Abby was grabbed from behind by the bar owner.  With IRISH’s help, the two intruders were removed from the ring.

The carnage that was left behind had Lucy still flat on her back with her hands secured behind her.  Her tits were on fire but she was in far better shape of the two.  Karen on the other hand was face down and it was hard to really judge the full toll that Michelle’s attack had on her.  One hand was draped across her lower back trying to defend against another attack to her now injured spine.  Her other hand held the back of her head like she was trying to prevent her brains from leaking out of throbbing skull.  Other than that she was barely moving.

Lucy was the first to try and make it to her feet.  Being top heavy and not being able to use her trapped hands, she looked like a newly born fawn as she awkwardly struggled to her knees.  Stopping for a moment in this position she scanned the ring for threats.  A huge smile crossed her face when she spotted Karen’s almost lifeless form.  She was going to really make Karen pay before she wrapped up this little dance.  She rose to her feet and confidently made her way over to the fallen Playmate.

Like a cat playing with a mouse, Lucy made her way over to where Karen lye.   Using her left foot, Lucy forced Karen’s arm from its position protecting her lower back.  Once she shifted it to the position that she wanted it, she stepped on Karen’s fingers pinning them in place.  With her full weight pressing down that hand wasn’t going anywhere.  Now with her choice of targets fully exposed, Lucy stomped down with her right foot on Karen’s lower back.  The Playmate let out a scream as Pinder shifted almost all of her weight to that foot, grinding the heel of her boot on the injured area that Michelle softened up for her.   

Next the model walked up the Playmate’s back stopping, standing on Karen’s shoulder blades.  The cruel model continued her attack by shifting her weight from one foot to the other and then back again.  The effect this was having was grinding the Playmate’s tits into the hard wooden floor.   All Karen could do was moan in pain.

Normally, someone would be asking her opponent to submit about this point.  But not Lucy!  She was enjoying every minute of torturing the American.  Lucy stepped off of Karen and took a moment to soak up the cheers and admiration of the crowd.  Locals and visitors alike, nobody would be challenging the busty Britt anytime soon.

With her left foot, Lucy slipped the toe of her boot under Karen’s hip, and started rolling the Playmate off of her belly.  When Karen’s body had reached the point where her body was teetering on falling over, Lucy swung with her right foot catching the Playmate dead center of her belly.  The dull thud that the boot made when it struck flesh lasted for just for just a second before Karen’s primal groan drowned it out. 

Karen had the dry heaves as she was now flat on her back, clutching her belly.  Lucy straddled the Playmate and then dropped her full weight onto the fallen Playmate’s stomach.  Not only did she knock any remaining air from the larger brunette, she very successfully trapped both of Karen’s arms between their luscious bodies.

Karen started to stir when the Page 3 Model started bouncing up and down on her.  She could barely breathe under the Britt’s weight.  Lucy’s taunting just added insult to injury.  “What’s the matter Yank?  Not so tough now are you?  Beg me to put you out of your misery!” the very confident Pinder continued.  “Even with both hands tied behind my back I’m still kicking your ass!”  There was nothing to debate, Karen was in big trouble.


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Re: Gold Medal Catfight Karen McDougal Vs. Lucy Pinder
« Reply #3 on: August 04, 2012, 01:30:14 PM »
Great story so far. Good scenario, good build up, lots of back and forth action. Keep up the great work. I can hardly wait for the next part.

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Re: Gold Medal Catfight Karen McDougal Vs. Lucy Pinder
« Reply #4 on: August 04, 2012, 06:39:36 PM »
In Karen’s pain soaked brain she could hear one voice louder than all of the frenzied spectators, it was IRISH!  “Fight back Karen!” he pleaded with her.  That was all the encouragement that she needed.  The Playmate kicked up with both of her legs and locked her ankles in front of Lucy’s face.  Her confidence began to grow as she felt Lucy starting to panic in her clutches.  She squeezed even tighter and started to force Lucy’s body backwards.

Lucy was the one who suddenly found that  she gasping for air.  The Playmate continued to squeeze with all of her might.  Karen started to force Lucy backwards towards the floor.  The model was now the one in desperation.  Oh how Lucy wanted to punch Karen in the face.  With her hands completely useless that was not about to happen anytime soon.

Lucy’s held her arms out as far as her bindings would allow her.  The rearward progress was stopped when her hands came in contact with the Playmate’s upper thighs.  With the only weapon she had available, she dug her claws into Karen’s delicate flesh, trying to shred the larger brunette’s muscular legs.  Karen let out a cry as Lucy really went to town inflicting the most damage that she could.  The stubborn American would not release her hold and continued to choke the Britt.  Karen had Lucy teetering on the borderline of consciousness.  If she could just hold out a little bit longer the fight would be over.

The pain was just too much to hold on and Karen needed to get away from Lucy.  Knowing that just releasing the hold would be a huge mistake, Karen pumped her legs and jettisoned Lucy as she released her choke hold.  Lucy bounced across the floor and unable to break her fall.  She landed roughly on her ass a few feet away from the Playmate.  Karen’s hands shot to her thighs trying to massage away the pain.  Deep bloody scratches and welts were clearly visible to the spectators.

“Get up Karen!” IRISH yelled.  She heard him, but it was like his voice was 1,000 miles away.  No matter what she tried, she just could not get her body to respond to her commands. 

“Get up Lucy!  Kick her ass!” This was coming from Michelle Marsh.  The Britt was in much better shape than the American and painfully rolled to her side.  From there she was able to make it to her feet.  Lucy began stalking over to the downed Playmate who still hadn’t moved.  “Here she comes Karen!  Get up!” IRISH now pleaded.

“This is too good to be true!” Lucy thought as she approached her opponent.  “Was the American just playing possum?” she wondered.  But Karen’s hands were still down on her thighs trying to rid her body of the pain.  To make sure, Lucy stomped down on the Playmate’s belly once again.  “Oooooffffff!!!!” she grunted.  Karen’s body jackknifed with her legs and head coming off of the floor.  Her hands left her legs and cradled her belly. 

The Britt took a knee next to the American.  Bending slightly at the waist, leaning over, she reached down and grabbed hold of the top of Karen’s thong.  It was awkward, but she was able to pull on the thong, forcing it down Karen’s legs to just above the Playmate’s knees.

Lucy stood and once again straddled Karen.  Hey was this a catfight or Groundhog’s Day?  And once again she left her feet, dropping the full weight of her body onto the Playmate.  This time however, her aim was higher.  Rather than crash down on McDougal’s belly, Pinder targeted her battered breast, abusing them once more.

Lucy shifted back and forth, crushing the Playmate’s pride and joys.  “Aaaahhhh Shittttt!” Karen moaned.  “IRISH!”  But she knew that he couldn’t help her.  She was on her own.  “Move Karen!” he pleaded with his girlfriend.  But that was a tall task to ask pinned to the ground like she was.  “So pick on someone my own size huh?  Your pathetic tits aren’t even close to being my size.  Especially when I’m done with them!” the model threatened.

In desperation, Karen kicked her legs up once again.  (Hey it worked last time!)  And once again she was able to lock her ankles in front of Lucy’s head and start applying pressure.  Lucy underestimated Karen’s remaining strength and started to choke.  Like before Karen started to force Lucy’s upper body backwards.  But unlike before, this time the Britt had a plan!

Once again Lucy extended her arms backwards.  This time however, since Lucy was sitting higher on the Playmate’s body, rather than her hands making contact with Karen’s thighs, they landed a bit higher.  Karen let out a blood curdling scream as Lucy’s sharpened claws dug in right between her legs.  Now the crowd had an understanding why the Model had pulled down the Playmate’s panties.  It was almost like she anticipated the way this would play out and planned for it.

In desperation, Karen dug her own nails into Lucy’s wrist.  The Britt flinched at the pain, but it was not enough to break her grip.  It was however enough to distract her.  Pumping her powerful legs one more time, Karen sent Lucy flying between her legs, landing with a thud, as the back of her head made contact with the floor.  Neither woman was moving.  Lucy was dazed, and Karen had taken a pretty good beating to this point in the fight.  This was coming down to a test of wills.  It was Lucy who was the first to move, making it up to her knees.

Pinder had done just about everything to inflict pain on McDougal but just couldn’t put the Playmate away.  She continued to struggle against her binds but could not seem to break free of her restraints.  She looked over at Michelle who was frantically calling to her to return to her corner.  “That’s it!” she thought.  “I’ll get Michelle to cut this shit off and then I am going to make that bitch regret the day she was born!”

“Get up Karen!” IRISH continued to yell.  He leaned over the wall and reached out as far as he could.  Karen was able to grab hold of his outstretched hand and he immediately pulled her to her feet and closer to him.  “I know you’re tired and hurting.  But if you don’t get back in this thing right now she is going to destroy you!” he continued.  Pointing over to where Michelle was helping Lucy remove the bindings she knew he was right.  If the Britt got those off now this was going to get ugly fast.

As best as she could Karen charged across the ring to where her opponent stood.  Concentrating solely on her freedom, neither Lucy nor Michelle sensed her approach.  That would soon change!  Karen reeled back with her right fist.  Still undetected she let it fly striking Michelle right between the eyes.  The blonde stumbled back a few steps and collapsed.  Abby came running around the wall and made sure that the blonde would not be causing any more trouble for a awhile.

As a startled Lucy looked up in amazement, Karen drove an upper cut from the floor square into her belly.  Lucy gasped and folded in half.  Grabbing hold of the model’s hair so she didn’t completely fall over Karen held her in place only to drive a knee up, smashing the Britt square in the nose.  The water works began to flow.  Or should I say blood began to flow.  When Karen released her hair, Lucy just crumpled to the ground unconscious.

IRISH was over the wall and into the ring in a heartbeat.  He proudly raised Karen’s hand in victory as his battered girlfriend had taken quite a bit of punishment.  “Let’s get you to the backroom.” IRISH told the Playmate.  With Abby under one arm and IRISH under the other they helped her back to the room where the night had begun.  Wiping down her body with a cool cloth, IRISH tried to revive her the best he could.  He knew that they had to get back to the safety of the Olympic Village. 

Abby poked her head out the door to make sure the coast was clear for a hasty retreat.  She ducked back into the room and slammed the door.  “What’s the matter?” IRISH asked.  “You are as white as a ghost.” He added.  When she spoke it was almost in a stutter. “They’re back!  And they brought friends!”

IRISH poked his head out the door and didn’t like what he saw.  It was Pinder, Marsh, Howard, and two or three other women he didn’t recognize coming down the hall planning on finishing what they had started with Karen and Abby.  IRISH would be a minor inconvenience that they planned on letting the owner and one of the bouncers handle.  Then they planned on swarming the two Americans with superior numbers. 

The sounds from Lucy’s heavy boots were getting closer and closer as she strode down the wooden hall way. Just when they expected the door to come crashing in any moment, they heard a commotion out in the hallway.  There were women’s voices… lots of them… and the had American accents.

IRISH opened the door again and this time saw a very crowded hallway.  When Abby didn’t make curfew the rest of her teammates came looking for her.  The soccer team was told of the battle at the pub by a tourist and came to the rescue not a moment too soon.  Lucy was seething with anger pissed that the band of Americans showed up.  “Next time McDougal!  Next time!” she thought to herself.

As the team helped Karen back to the village they couldn’t help but notice Abby.  “Hey Abby, where did you get the black eye?”

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Re: Gold Medal Catfight Karen McDougal Vs. Lucy Pinder
« Reply #5 on: August 09, 2012, 02:37:31 AM »
Thanks for the feedback JT & Goose... Glad that you enjoyed the story.

The only way a writer can improve is through feedback from the readers.  Thanks for taking the time and sharing your thoughts!

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Re: Gold Medal Catfight Karen McDougal Vs. Lucy Pinder
« Reply #6 on: August 09, 2012, 04:05:57 PM »
Thanks Petelv.  I have a few request stacked up right now and limited time to write.  First on the list is paying back Mistress Vicky. 

I think an LA revisit can work....