Say! Is it you? Are you really back in town?
How long’s it been since you moved away? Two years? Three?
Well, hot damn, it’s mighty good to see you again. Sure as shootin’.
How’s about you sit by me on this park bench, if you got a few minutes extra. Let’s visit. Okay?
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What’s that? Has anything in town changed since you left? Well, sure, but you know how it is in a small New Hampshire town like this one, eh? Some things do change, but mostly they simmer along, waiting for something to bring the changes bubbling to the surface.
I mean, old lady Carter still got her arthritis that pains her……. and Mack Cooney still owns the grocery store but don’t like to open on weekends……and Don Simpson and Al Bartlett still carry their small-town grudge over something that happened so long ago nobody can remember what it was. Probably, they can’t even remember, but that don’t stop them from hatin’ just the same.
Yeah, things just go on the way they have for as long as anybody can recall. Sleepy town, sleepy doin’s.
Well, except maybe for one thing.
What’s that, you say? Glad you asked, because………….well, shitfire! Here comes that one thing right now, walkin’ toward each other on the sidewalk. See ‘em? It’s happening right in front of us, don’t you know?
What do you mean, what am I lookin’ at? How can you miss it?
It’s those two pretty ladies walkin’ toward each other by the town square…..right in front of us! They’re dressed to the hilt and full of sass and vinegar. You usually don’t see ladies dressed that fancy in a small town like this …. but these are special ladies.
Oh, you see ‘em now, do you? On your right is Miss Kayla dressed in that pretty red dress……and comin’ from the other direction is Miss Peccavi in that fancy blue number. Mighty fetchin’, both of them, eh?
Lookin’ at your face right now, I can see you’ve sized up the problem, haven’t you? Yeah, that’s right, they’ve spotted each other and you can catch the bad feelings comin’ from both of them, yeah? No, you ain’t wrong; they hate each other with emotions shootin’ out like brimstone from the fires of hell.
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You want to know why? Hell’s bells, you might as well wait ‘cause when they get within spittin’ range of each other, you might get a first-hand demonstration without me havin’ to explain nothin’.
Look, they’ve just about reached each other. You can see they’ve stopped, face-to-face and fire seems to be comin’ from their eyes, right? Look at them stare. Look at their teeth showing. Look at their fists clenching.
And look at the way people are watchin’ them! You can see that we’re not the only folks lookin’ at ‘em. Have you ever seen such God-awful hatred? Huh? Are they gonna fight it out right here on the town square in front of the whole durn town? Is it gonna happen right now?
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No, apparently, it ain’t. Not right now, anyway.
The mood seems to have lifted a little. Their eyes are still blazing with fury but the crisis has passed. You can tell by the way their bodies are un-stiffening a bit. They’re steppin’ around each other and walkin’ in the opposite direction. They’re passing each other by…..but their eyes are still locked…… and just as we're wonderin' if the confrontation is really over, they're muttering somethin’ to each other and walkin' on by.
Phew!
What’s that you ask?
What are they so hell-bent mad about? Well, the fact is that no one in this small town knows for sure but it seems to have started with that fella standin’ over there, by name of Lester Cornwallow. You know, Lester from over to the car wash place over on Tremont Street?
Yeah, I know he ain’t much of a reason for two pretty gals to get in such a lather but it seems that Kayla had him and Peccavi decided she wanted him……or maybe it was the other way around. But I think different……I think it’s just that the two prettiest gals in any town always seem to have somethin’ against each other, don’t you think? If there’s no good reason for them to be hatin’, they’ll settle for a bad reason. When they're
that pretty, they don't need no reason.
I’ll tell ya one thing, though……that hick Lester Cornwallow must be thankin’ his lucky stars to have two spitfires like Kayla and Peccavi fightin’ over him, that’s for sure. That man is shit in luck, ain’t it so?
But…..wait just a durn minute! Look at that!
Kayla and Peccavi were both halfway down the sidewalk, going in opposite directions……and they both turned back toward each other at the same second. Did you see it? Did you? Oh, shit on toast, they must have their pretty-girl radars out! They’s walking toward each other with purpose and you just
know a fight’s comin’!
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Later, Kayla and Peccavi couldn’t even say what made them turn back toward each other at that precise second. They both knew what it meant, though….. that the confrontation that had been brewing was now at hand.
Well, heaven knows it’s been coming for awhile, ever since both took a liking to Lester Cornwallow. It’s not that Lester was any great prize; his career was splashing hot wax on cars and wiping it off……but once these girls set their sights on a man, there was no stopping either one.
Kayla and Peccavi stalked resolutely forward, their eyes locked on each other and their lips fixed in hateful sneers. They stopped two feet apart, still with their arms at their sides, neither making an overt gesture. Not a word had been spoken.
The townspeople watching this confrontation were mesmerized into inaction. They couldn’t have torn their glances away from the two magnificent women if their lives depended on it. Too, it was plain as day that no one was going to break up the inevitable war that was about to start. To do so would be to try and stop a force of nature. No matter what happened, the bystanders would remain bystanders, standing at a respectful distance from the two combatants.
There was no signal given, no definitive action that started the fight. The atmosphere surrounding the two women simply charged to the point of overload and they attacked.
They were a study in contrasts; Kayla, tall and lithe with an athlete’s body and a fierce countenance that announced her as a lady not to be messed with. Peccavi was a bit shorter and stouter, with a powerful build that spoke of her ability to inflict great damage to an opponent while being able to absorb horrific punishment in return without wilting. Both women wore dresses and heels, contrasting the elegance of their appearance with the violence in which they were about to partake.
They met head-on in a mutual forward charge, fists ramming against the others’ body in an exchange of mutual ferocity. Wrapping their arms around each other’s waists, they pushed against each other in a deadly embrace. Neither girl was willing to give an inch of ground to the other and their deadly dance was punctuated with groans of effort as they strained……body to body. They expended a great deal of energy in this isometric waltz, their grunts and groans of effort registering on the ears of everyone in attendance.
The pushing contest went on for nearly five minutes before Kayla’s feet started to slide backward, just a bit. Peccavi was built closer to the ground and able to move Kayla ever so slightly in reverse. Kayla responded by stepping sharply back, giving a little more ground than Peccavi was forcing and causing the shorter girl to stumble forward into the waiting fists of Kayla.
With Peccavi off-balance, Kayla wasted no time in ramming her fists into her opponent’s face and chest, powerful punches that had Peccavi reeling in pain. One would expect her to cover up against the barrage, but that was something Peccavi would never do, certainly not against the hated Kayla. Peccavi began punching back as best she could but Kayla had the momentum and was unwilling to let it go.
Kayla battered her foe with unrelenting fury, drawing blood from her nose and left eye. Peccavi valiantly tried to press forward but she was being smashed with everything Kayla threw. It would have been better for the smaller girl to back off and re-group but her pride would not allow it.
Finally, Peccavi went down from a right hand smash to the forehead. As she sat on the ground, she looked around at the throng of bystanders, standing open-mouthed and awed at the sight of two vicious women in combat. Peccavi’s resolve came roaring back in her desire to not be defeated in front of everyone by her despised enemy. As she rose to a half-standing position, she was kicked in the right breast by Kayla. The blow was delivered with the heel of Kayla’s foot and landed flush on Peccavi’s nipple, causing an explosion of pain…..and forcing Peccavi onto her back with a thump that resonated throughout the park.
Peccavi screamed breathlessly and tried to cover up as Kayla launched herself forward and began stomping the prone Peccavi on any body part with which she could make contact. She was trying to weather the storm, but Kayla’s fury was unrelenting.
In desperation, Peccavi leaned forward and wrapped both arms around Kayla’s stomping foot, twisting it viciously. Kayla was thrown off-balance, crashing to the grass as Peccavi half rose, still grasping her foe’s ankle and applying as much twisting pressure as possible.
It worked effectively as Kayla shrieked in agony, vainly trying to use her free leg to kick Peccavi away. Those stomps landed solidly but Peccavi was holding out against the pain in order to keep her deadly leglock from being broken. Both women were hurting badly.
After minutes of this, the warriors simultaneously broke away and crawled several feet from each other to gather strength. Both were breathing harshly due to the effort expended thus far. Their eyes were locked on each other, even as they rested.
As if on cue, both magnificent amazons stood up and squared off again. Kayla raised her fists and invited her opponent in to punch it out. Peccavi handled it differently. She feigned a couple of punches to Kayla’s face but at the last instant, switched her stance and, summoning all her power, delivered a windmilling uppercut directly to Kayla’s vagina. The blow crunched into her womanhood, bone to sinew that connected with an audible thud.
Peccavi, smiling, stepped back to admire the effect of her work. Standing up straight, Kayla was seemingly paralyzed, her eyes wide and mouth working in soundless agony. As Peccavi watched, Kayla’s legs collapsed under her and she slid bonelessly to the grass. Peccavi stepped behind her and slammed home powerful kicks to Kayla’s back, neck and butt. Each blow thudded home with terrifying force, causing Kayla to cry out in pain. With each kick, Peccavi shouted at Kayla:
“Quit, you bitch! Admit that you’ve lost to me. Let everyone in this park know that I’m better than you! Say you’re sorry! Say you quit!”
Kayla lie whimpering in pain, but there was no quit in her. She would die before surrendering to her hated rival……especially in front of all these people. She rolled onto her stomach and covered her head with her arms, determined to ride out the storm and protect her face and crotch from Peccavi’s vicious kicks.
After twenty unanswered stomps, Peccavi stepped away, winded from the punishment she had delivered. She bent down, placing her hands on her knees and breathing heavily. She stared at her foe, a worried expression on Peccavi’s face because she knew she had expended everything she had and had almost no more to give. She hoped Kayla would be unable to rise…… because if she did, Peccavi was finished.
And as Peccavi watch in horror, Kayla did get up, straining painfully with the effort. She saw Peccavi, winded and spent, and a cruel smile spread across Kayla’s face. Kayla was still hurting from the beating she had received but she flexed her arms confidently as she began to move directly toward her worried opponent. Kayla decided it didn’t matter how much she was hurting; she now had a chance to finish off her hated rival.
Peccavi stood up as Kayla approached, knowing she had little more to give but unwilling to surrender. She saw Kayla getting ready to punch and valiantly adopted a fighting stance to counter.
When they met, the punches flew. This time, Kayla’s blows were devastating the exhausted Peccavi. Kayla rained shot after shot to Peccavi’s head and upper body, her confidence growing with each unanswered blow. Peccavi’s eyes closed under the barrage and her pain grew with every shot she absorbed.
Kayla delighted in her dominance. The smile on her face reflected the crushing punishment she was delivering to her helpless opponent. Kayla was now playing to the crowd, smiling at them and dancing in place to show her footwork. This was the glory moment of her life…… she had a beaten rival in front of her, an admiring beau in Lester Cornwallow watching from close distance, and a crowd to show off her womanly power. Life simply couldn’t get any better.
Absorbing blow after blow, Peccavi’s battered body failed to obey her still-defiant mind…. and she fell to the ground in front of her opponent. Seeing this, Kayla’s dazzling smile widened and she raised her arms triumphantly over her head for the crowd to admire.
Still not satisfied with her apparent victory, Kayla approached Peccavi and dropped to her knees on either side of the shorter girl, straddling her. Kayla again raised her arms over her head and shrieked in triumph. Beneath her thighs, Peccavi waited resignedly; she could do nothing but watch her rival celebrate over her beaten body.
Still, watching Kayla’s arrogance caused Peccavi to feel a bit of energy surge through her body as resentment burned in her for the way Kayla was lording her triumph. Was this really necessary? Did Kayla have to rub it in?
Apparently, Kayla felt she did. A cunning smile spread across her pretty face as she suddenly leaned down, parted her lips slightly……… and bit down viciously on Peccavi’s left breast.
Peccavi shrieked in unspeakable agony. The pain filled her mind and heart and caused the slight surge in strength to grow into an avalanche of unrestrained power. There’s nothing like humiliation to restore a woman’s sense of fighting fury and having her breast bitten in front of 100 people did the trick for Peccavi. Kayla had stopped biting and returned to her upright position, still straddling Peccavi and howling her glee with her arms raised to the sky in triumph.
Lying beneath her rival, Peccavi reflected that there was no better time to retaliate than now……with her joyful opponent's attention diverted elsewhere. At that moment, Peccavi turned her head to take in the sight of the townspeople watching her defeat-in-progress. Worse, she saw Lester Cornwallow, the object of all this, looking at Kayla with reverence.
Well, thought Peccavi, if he likes the girl who wins……..I’ll be that girl!
With Kayla’s attention still diverted, Peccavi reached back with her right arm and focused all her power, love, fury and desire into delivering one last shot……. and she threw it like a hammer at the unsuspecting Kayla. It landed flush on Kayla’s chin and the taller girl flew backward as if launched from a rocket; the expression on her lovely face filled with pain and surprise…… the look of a person who believed they had everything in hand, only to find out it had all been ripped away from her.
Kayla landed flat on her back with her head thudding against the unyielding grass. As Peccavi rose slowly to her feet, her eyes on nothing but her opponent, Kayla tried to get up. Her body would not obey the commands of her mind…..she lifted her head once…..then twice……then her eyes lost their focus and she fell unconscious.
Her heart was mountainous…… but the damage inflicted on her from Peccavi’s unimpeded shot was too much for her to handle. Kayla’s opponent had turned certain defeat into sweet victory with one punch. 
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What did I tell you, fella? Huh? What’d I tell you? Did I say Peccavi was gonna take Kayla’s measure, or didn’t I?
I didn’t? Oh well, I knew it all along. Sure as shit, I did.
Say, look at Peccavi now! Look at her preening for all the folks that watched the fight. Don’t she look pretty? Don’t she?
What’s that? Yeah, I
know she’s all beaten up and bruised. But, shit, a woman never looks better than after she’s shown everyone her heart and soul by beatin’ shit out of another girl, don’t you think?
Now, look at Peccavi goin’ on up to Lester Cornwallow! Look at the way she’s battin’ her eyes at him, beautiful-like even though she’s all swelled up and bleeding.
Look at the way Lester is awed by her. Do you see that? Look at the way she’s leadin’ him around like a servant. After this, that’s what he probably is from here on in.
Most likely, he can’t refuse her nothin’ now. She’s the Queen and he’s a lowly piece of donkey shit, that’s how she sees it now. And he agrees……he got no choice!
Yeah, look at Lester Cornwallow. That lucky bastard……that shit-in-luck lucky, lucky bastard.
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