For Max, this was without a doubt simply going to be the latest in an unbroken string of victories. But for Penny, it was one final shot at redeeming herself, and getting revenge on the woman who subjected her to three consecutive defeats, derailing the blonde's rise up the ranks of the elite apartment wrestling ranks. Brunette Max had stolen the Californian's thunder and reduced her to the status of loser, and the blonde was going to make her pay for that dearly.
But that possibility seemed to fade as the match progressed. Much as with their first three encounters, Penny started out strong, and was even in control of the fight much of the time. But then she made some tiny, almost imperceptible error that Max would brilliantly seize upon, and from that point on, the brunette would fairly dominate the brawl. And so it was now, with the crowd loudly cheering on Max; unlike the previous confrontations, Penny didn't even rate a match on neutral ground...she had to come to her opponent's own home turf of New York City, fighting Max in front of a crowd that was entirely behind the local girl.
Things looked to be progressing as before, with the brunette poised to score an unassailable four victories in a row over her rival...when suddenly everything changed. Max had paused in her assault for only the barest of moments, but that was enough for Penny to suddenly call upon her second wind and launch a new attack of her own. Startled, Max was swiftly put on the defensive as the blonde unleashed a firestorm of punches, kicks, slaps, stomps, biting, hairpulls and bodyslams, punctuated by arm and leg twists, headlocks, and vicious maulings of the New Yorker's breasts.
At last, the end seemed at hand, except now it was
finis for the brunette. Dazed, Max sat on the carpet and Penny Sat down directly in front of her, wrapping her long, tanned legs around her opponent's waist. But the scissors was only part of the punishment which Penny had in store. Her hands resumed their brutal attack on the brunette's already bruised and tender breasts, squeezing, twisting and punching the soft flesh. Tears streamed down Max's face as she moaned and squealed in agony, her hands feebly slapping and tugging ineffectually at the wrists of her tormentor. Finally, unable to withstand the torture any longer, Max rasped,
"No more...no more...I give up!"And so Penny had her victory, but not her triumph. To achieve that, she had to subject her nemesis to the same humiliation which the brunette had imposed upon her in their previous encounters. With Max flat on her back, Penny laid down upon her, pressing her own impressive chest down firmly upon her beaten rival's face, the sweaty flesh sealing off against any oxygen reaching the New Yorker's burning lungs. Max squirmed feebly to no avail, and then she was rendered unconscious.
Rising up, Penny placed a foot upon the chest of her fallen foe as it lifted and fell, gasping in air, and flexed her arms in victory. The crowd was now hers, chanting her name, and come what may, never again would she be Max's "little blonde bitch".
