War In A Small Town: Southern Belle vs. Texas Temptress Pt. 1
By Supporturgoddess
Some time ago, a certain movie spawned countless underground fight organizations. One such secret club sprang up in North Texas. The first few events were held in an abandoned barn. The first few fights were only between young men. Between admission fees and illegal gambling, a significant amount of money changed hands. The lure of easy money proved irresistible. Soon young women competed. The first matches were embarrassingly short contests consisting mainly of blind flailing, open palm slaps, and a little hair pulling, usually leading to quick tap outs.
A change came when former high school cheerleader Janet Loch accepted a challenge from an old rival. Blond Janet had long been considered one of the most beautiful women in the area, but her brunette rival, Maureen, was her match. Word spread. By the night of the fight, almost one thousand fight fans gathered at the old farm. The fight was moved outside, to accommodate the crowd. Worried that a short fight might lead to an uncontrollable mob, the promoters changed the rules. A pin would count as five points. A tap out would count as ten points. Only a knockout would end the fight early. The women proved to be excellent fighters. Control of the match shifted from one to the other. Maureen’s kicks devastated Janet, and a leg spread had Janet screaming in pain, but Janet’s punching power won the day. Her punches sent Maureen down to the dirt. Janet pummeled Maureen into oblivion and won by knockout late in the third round.
Maureen had the breath knocked out of her, but except for a few minor bruises, she was fine. Janet left the farm almost unscathed. That fact, along with the fact they’d each taken home several thousand dollars for less than ten minutes work, attracted other attractive women to the “club”. One of them was a pretty, spoiled, Dallas-area debutante named Linda Flick. Janet and Linda attracted my old friend Eric to the matches. He told me what happened, so I can now tell you. Eric went through junior high with a crush on then-cheerleader Janet. He only worshipped her from afar, knowing she was well out of reach. When he reached high school, he shifted his focus to Linda Flick. Linda was a star on the volleyball team and the track squad. She had wide shoulders, strong arms, wide hips, and exceptionally muscular, powerful legs. She became Eric’s new idol. Unfortunately, Linda was the type of girl who used guys like Eric. We tried to tell him she was using him, but he wouldn’t listen. I doubt he cared. Linda used him to make other guys jealous. She liked to tease him mercilessly and then give him a wide, open-mouth smile and a shake of the head that said, “You want me, but you can’t have me! Eat your heart out, loser!”
Eric eventually took an underclassman named Ellen as his girlfriend. Everyone knew the mouthy, arrogant princess was only a substitute for the “Daddy’s girl” Eric wanted but couldn’t have. Both Linda and Ellen knew it, too. Eric couldn’t pull himself away from the matches out at the farm. Ellen grew insanely jealous over the fact her boyfriend was Linda’s greatest fan.
Things reached the boiling point about a month later. During a fight, a girl from a neighboring town trapped Linda in a reverse toe hold, but time was running out, and they were tied. The girl resorted to biting Linda’s foot. Linda submitted. The move was hardly fair, but it counted. After a string of decisive wins, Linda lost. When Ellen learned Linda had tapped out, she was in Eric’s face about it, laughing gleefully at how Eric’s “super girl” had begged for mercy. Ellen was still gloating when the pair entered the local burger joint. Linda was there. She heard Ellen mocking her. A shouting match ensued. Before she knew what was happening, Ellen had accepted Linda’s challenge to fight her at the farm.
The fight occurred on a cool spring night. The grudge-match nature of the fight ensured it would be the main event. By this time four poles had been driven into the ground, with bungee cords stretched between them to create the appearance of a pro ring, though they lacked mats and fought on the dirt. Linda wore her usual yellow bikini. Ellen wore a two piece swimsuit in Eric’s favorite color, red. Linda stood 5’4” tall and weighed about 125 lbs. Muscles flexed in her darkly tanned body. Her light-brown hair fell on wide shoulders. Her wide hips tapered into thick, powerful legs. Ellen’s skin was chalk-white accented by pink on her palms and soles. Her unusually large hands and feet made the strawberry blonde appear rail thin, although her breasts were slightly larger than Linda’s. Ellen stood 5’ even and weighed 101 lbs.
A cowbell rang. A test of strength quickly forced Ellen to her knees and then onto her back. Linda lay flat on top of her, belly on belly. Linda’s hands pinned Ellen’s, and Linda’s smaller feet pinned Ellen’s larger ones. Linda pinned Ellen in less than thirty seconds. Frustrated and embarrassed, Ellen came out swinging. Linda punched back, sending the pasty strawberry blond to the ropes. The gangly girl clung to the ropes, staring out at her boyfriend, snot pouring from her nose. One more punch sent Ellen down. Linda smiled wickedly out at Eric, put his girlfriend over her knee, and spanked her. Mortified, Ellen broke loose. The girls rolled in the dirt. Linda owned Ellen, beating the daylights out of her. Crying in defeat, Ellen begged the referee to stop the fight, but she wasn’t really hurt, only scared. The main event continued. After delivering a few insulting slaps to Ellen’s face, Linda dragged her in front of Eric and stood over her. Linda wiped her foot all over Ellen’s face. Ellen looked up in helpless tears. Finally, Linda lifted Ellen up for an airplane spin. The move was purely for show, but it accented Linda’s total bell-to-bell dominance. She then slammed Ellen down, landing body-on-body on top of her, driving her into the dirt. Ellen was out cold. She didn’t even last through the first round.
Linda sat on Ellen’s face, leaned forward toward Eric, smiled, and laughed. “You know you want me, but you’ll never have me! If you could get a girlfriend good enough to even give me a challenge, maybe I’d have a little respect for you. Obviously, you can’t. Ha! If this snaggletooth little scarecrow is the best you can do, I almost pity you!
Eric had been verbally humiliated in front of half the town. Ellen was carried out. She never spoke to Eric again.
Linda continued her winning ways. She even got revenge on the girl who had beaten her, using her powerful thighs to dislocate her enemy’s knee. Linda’s rival cried for mercy and never fought again. Linda became the biggest star in the club. The promoters wanted a big score, and they knew how to get it. Linda was the most successful fighter in the area, but although she had only fought twice, Janet remained more popular. The promoters set the two against each other. They knew Linda was a notoriously poor sport who yelled at referees if calls didn’t go her way. They had Janet referee several of her matches. Although Janet called the matches fairly, Linda was in her face yelling at her again and again. Even though Linda won the matches, she accused Janet of trying to make her lose. Soon the promoters let Linda referee one of Janet’s matches. Linda made sure Janet lost. Janet confronted Linda. Before fists could fly, the promoters stepped in and announced the girls would fight each other the next Saturday for a new club championship. Neither would back down. They agreed on a no-holds-barred fight, with the loser having to leave town!
To avoid local authorities, the location of the fight had to be changed to a large parking lot behind a row of fireworks stands. On a hot night, the girls faced off. Linda, the sandy-haired brunette, stood 5’4” and weighed 122 lbs. She wore a yellow bikini. Busty blond Janet stood 5’7” tall and weighed 135 lbs. She wore a hot pink string bikini. Eric stood in the second row. Compared to ex-cheerleader Janet, wide hipped, flat-chested Linda didn’t look as impressive as she had against Ellen. Linda was a three-to-one underdog.
A bell rang. Eric’s two dream girls circled slowly on hard pavement. Eric knew Linda would stay in the area if she lost, because her family’s influence was regional. He hoped once Janet taught Linda humility, she would be more receptive to him. They were the best the area had to offer, and they proved it. Linda worked Janet with a painful body scissors. Janet punished Linda with a clutch and a Boston crab. They threw short punches. Linda fell. Janet forced Linda’s feet over her own head, rolling her up and pinning her. Eric cheered. Furious, Linda came up punching. Janet wobbled. The platinum blond ex-cheerleader tried to wrap up Linda’s arms, but Linda responded by driving her knees into Janet’s thighs. Janet yelled in pain, almost falling. Linda lifted Janet off her feet and slammed her backward to the pavement! Linda then covered her head-to-toe, in a total domination pin. The shock in Janet’s eyes was exceeded only by the amazement in Eric’s. This wasn’t his skinny little girlfriend. Linda was too much even for his childhood goddess! As time ran out, Linda trapped Janet on the ropes and kicked her thighs.
Between rounds, Janet rubbed her long, sexy legs in obvious pain.
The bell rang to begin round two. Linda instantly swept Janet’s leg, torturing her with a leg vs. leg lock. Janet yelled wildly and pounded her fists on the pavement, but she wouldn’t quit. She fought out of the hold. Linda trapped one of Janet’s legs between both of hers and pulled back Janet’s free leg into an ankle lock. Janet screamed in pain, as Linda twisted her ankle to the breaking point. She finally broke loose. Janet hobbled up. Linda held Janet’s wrists and fired knees into Janet’s thighs. Janet yelled. Her legs gave out. She fell forward, just as Linda threw her knee up. Linda drove her knee to Janet’s face. Janet’s nose seemed to explode. She fell on her back, sobbing hard. Linda insultingly put one knee on Janet’s breasts, taking an easy pin. Janet barely staggered up. Linda hit her twice, but the bell rang, ending the round.
Between rounds, Janet sat on a stool, sobbing hard. She looked back over her shoulder at Eric and gave him a sad little shake of the head. She was every bit as shocked as he was!
Round three began. Linda kicked Janet down. She sat beside her, pulled Janet’s arm out and back, and pressed her feet on Janet’s face to push her body away. Linda brutally worked Janet, twisting her arm until she cried out a submission! Eric grew pale! Linda wasn’t just beating his childhood goddess. She was humbling her! Linda looked right at Eric, gave him that taunting “You want me but you can’t have me” grin, and wiped her foot in Janet’s face, letting Eric know Janet was no more a match for her than Ellen had been.
Janet rose on quaking legs, tears rolling from her blue eyes, clutching her dangling, useless arm. What followed was no grand finishing hold or flashy move. Linda popped her chubby fist into Janet’s face. The platinum blonde’s long legs shook violently as she toppled over sideways. She lay limp on the pavement. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue hung out. Janet was out cold.
Shortly before midnight that night, a little car pulled up to the station where Eric worked. Janet got out, her arm in a sling. She entered the station to pay. Her eyes met Eric’s. Although he had long since given up any romantic feelings for the ex-cheerleader, he desperately wanted to tell her that in his eyes, she would always be a goddess. The broken blonde desperately needed to hear it. At that moment, the back doors burst open. Linda and three of her friends barged in. Linda sat up on the countertop and crossed her legs.
She laughed at Janet. “Don’t you wish your legs were even half as good as mine? If they were, maybe you wouldn’t have to leave town. They’re not, so get out of MY town. Loser!”
Janet’s eyes welled with tears. She turned to leave. Linda cruelly kicked Janet’s hips, sending her crashing out through the doors and splashing face-first in a pool of mud. Janet burst into tears, ran to her car, and drove away. Eric never saw her again.
Linda gloated, “You should’ve known she was no match for me. Nobody is. That’s why you want me so bad. Too bad you can’t have me!”
Unwilling to listen to Linda’s boasting, Eric left the station to an attendant, crept out an employee exit, and walked over to an all-night restaurant. He was surprised to see a beautiful, new waitress at the counter. Having witnessed the altercation through a window, the woman asked what the trouble had been between the girls at the station. Eric explained everything and told her all about the local fight organization.
The pretty young woman raised her eyebrows. In a thick, Southern accent, she said, “Really? I used to fight back in Alabama. I was pretty good….”
Continued in “War In A Small Town: Southern Belle vs. Texas Temptress Pt. 2
