Too Many Wonder Girls

[MikeHales67]

 "Cassie Skidmark, shut the fucking door, you fat-assed freak! This is between you and me".

Donna Troy snarled as she activated the Peacemaker device. Bruce Wayne had designed it as a way of removing superpowers and letting them blow off steam without wrecking the place. Of course, it was also a good way of watching incredibly fit, beautiful women beat the crap out of each other wearing very little clothing. Who would object to that? The device hummed into life, removing their superpowers; they were just like normal, powerless humans. After all, they didn't want to wreck the place.

 "Go fuck yourself, hag!" Cassie Sandmark snarled back as she slammed the door shut with a firm shove.

Donna walked towards the centre of the deserted amphitheatre. Cassie walked towards her. Both women were barefoot; the only sound was bare feet slapping, leaving damp marks on the floor of the room. Neither woman had dressed up for the occasion. Cassie wore a white sleeveless t-shirt with the Wonder Woman symbol on it, with a pair of denim shorts. Donna wore a black halter top with thin straps covered in white stars, and black hot pants.

When they stepped onto the large mat in the centre of the room, the noises stopped. Only silence as the two women stared at each other.

Donna looked up at the overhead camera and smiled.

 "I'm gonna watch this later with  Diana. She'll love watching me kicking that fat ass back to Thessaloniki, or wherever the fuck it is that you're from. You're not worthy of the name 'Wonder Girl'!"

 "Fuck off. The only reason Diana has anything to do with you is out of pity! Immortality is wasted on a washed-up old hag like you". She pulled at her shirt, "I'm younger and stronger, and after I beat the shirt out of you, you're going to stop using my name!"

 Donna sneered, "Little girl thinks she's tough and she's still wearing nappies!" She punched her open left hand with her right hand, formed into a fist.

 "You've certainly got a fatter ass, but there's no daddy to bail you out this time".

 "At least I have a father!" Cassie shot back.

 "Skidmark!"

 "Troy..." Cass responded, then stopped theatrically as though she was thinking.

 "...hey, what happened to Troy?"  Then, finding the answer, she smiled.

 "Oh yeah, they picked a fight with the wrong people...and got erased from the planet!"

Cassie gestured Donna towards her.

 "Come. This is going to be the most painful of all your tragic, shitty lives".

A long time ago, they used to be friends.

But then time, familiarity, being stuck in the Teen Fucking Titans together. And they both had the same fucking name!

 'Hey, that's my name!', Donna groused.

 'How can someone as fucking old as that fucking ancient hag be a fucking girl?' Asked Cassie. Frequently.

Friendly rivalry turned to bitter rivalry, as each woman vied for the attention of Diana Prince, Wonder Woman. The bickering and sniping became common. Finally, Diana Prince's angry 'Why don't you two just fight it out in the Watchtower?' Was not taken as a despairing plea for sanity, but rather as a challenge.

And so.

For a moment, they circled each other, looking for weaknesses. Donna kicked out, and Cassie batted it away. Cassie kicked, Donna dodged.

 "Too slow, fat-ass", Donna taunted.

Cassie's right hook knocked her sideways. Donna staggered back, holding her face.

 "Age catching up with you, old lady?"

 "No",

Donna's belly punch gutted Cass: she gasped, spraying saliva onto the floor. Donna held up her fist, shaking it. Cass glowered.

They looked at each other. Readying themselves, then snarling, like two trains on the same track, they lunged together. Yes, they were both more skilled than this, but they wanted to finish each other in an all-out street brawl. This way was more satisfying, primal.

Donna wrapped her left arm around Cassie's neck even as Cassie tried to strangle her with her left v arm. Her right fist slammed into Cassie's body.

  "Bitch!" she cursed as Cassie's fist flattened her left breast as she angrily squashed her opponent's endowments. Cassie grunted in pain. As she jabbed again at the cow's breast, grinding her fist in for good measure.

 "Fucking bitch!"

 Donna's fist mashed Cassie's eye as Cassie's right struck her square in the mouth.

Cassie's knee hit her thigh. Their legs were fighting their own battle. Donna tried to stamp on Cassie's feet. Cassie got hers out of the way, then tried to stamp on Donna's. Donna got her legs behind Cassie's, and she tripped, falling to the floor on her fat ass, Donna noted.

Donna lunged into an attack. Cassie's face kick stopped her dead in her tracks.

Donna fell back on the floor. The next thing she saw was two denim-clad buttocks filling her vision.

 "Mmmffff!" She gasped.

 "You like this ass so much. I thought you'd like a better look!"

Cassie wiggled her ass, trying for that perfect seal. Muffled angry cries emanated from Donna. Cassie grabbed Donna's feet, trying to tie them up. She was cackling as she wrestled with those flailing feet. Maybe she'd bite one.

 "Fuck!"

Cassie screamed as Donna's jaw snapped shut on her buttocks. Her grip on the legs loosened just enough as Donna's feet wrapped around her neck. Donna pulsed her grip, Cassie gasped. Then her eyes lit up, her hands reached out, and her mouth bit down on the feet. Donna screamed, her feet scrambling madly, socking Cassie in the face, pushing her away.

They both rolled away from each other. Relieved to get free. Donna spat some of Cassie's shorts on the floor. Cassie felt the air on her ass, and her eyes narrowed in anger.

 "What's the matter, little girl? No wonder your ass is so fat you're still wearing nappies?"

They rose to their knees. Both women were badly bruised, blood pouring from their faces. Both had swollen eyes; the remains of their tops hung in tatters from their magnificent bodies. Bathed in sweat, their chests heaved as they fought to get air into their bruised, battered bodies. But neither would give up; they would fight until that other bitch lay defeated at their feet, no matter the cost.

 "Whore!"

Donna's left hook snapped Cassie's head to the side, sending saliva spattering. Cassie swung a right hook. Donna blocked it, firing a one-two shot into Cassie's belly. Cassie staggered on her knees. Donna moved in fists raised.

 "Slut!"

Cassie's uppercut rocked her back. Even though they were on their knees, they both swayed. Moving forward on her knees, Donna joined her hands together, swinging her hands like she was holding an axe handle. Cassie's head swayed, and blood, spit, and sweat flew from her mouth. Oh, and was that a tooth?

 "Futhin' cxnth!" Cass growled. That was a tooth. Donna smiled. The blood from her nose ran into her teeth, giving her smile a savage look.

 "What are you gonna do, fat-ass. Fuff me?"

As Donna moved in, Cassie swung a sloppy punch. Donna caught it. She didn't get the belly punch. Bending over, gagging, her head bent down into Cassie's uppercut to the mouth. She spat blood. Pivoting on her hands, she kicked Cass in the stomach. Cass clutched her stomach, coughing.

Rising quickly, Donna moved behind Cassie, still holding the arm she twisted. Cass cried out. Donna twisted harder. She jumped on the floor and brought her elbow down on Cassie's back. Cassie wailed. She brought her elbow up for another back breaker.

Cassie grabbed her leg and pulled. Donna lost her balance, and her head hit the floor. Her senses were scrambled.

Cassie was sitting on her stomach. Her left hand clawed, squeezing her breast,
pulling her head up into a...

 Slap!

The forehand slap slammed Donna's head to the left.

Slap!

The backhand slammed Donna's head to the right.

Desperate to escape, Donna's fist shot out; something snapped on Cassie's nose. The sudden pain blinded Cassie. Her hand released Donna's breast. Another punch from Donna, and Cassie fell to the side.
 
Both women were lying on the floor. They looked at each other. Slowly, warily, they rose. Staring at each other, they circled each other. Then Cassie charged.

As Cassie came towards her, Donna grabbed the flapping rags of the blonde's T-shirt. Falling over backwards and hauling Cassie after her, Donna brought up her right foot as her shoulders reached the floor. Subjected to a thrust against her belly, the blonde was pitched in a half somersault through the air over her attacker. She landed with a thud on the floor; however, she had used her skills to cushion her fall. She rolled over and started rising. Suddenly, she realised Donna had held on to her shirt and was now holding it like a trophy. Worse still, she was standing above her.

The top of Donna's left ankle lashed around, catching Cassie under the chin. Jerked into a kneeling posture, she received a second kick to the body, which sent her rolling across the floor. Then she was hauled erect by her blonde hair. Then a left hook into the solar plexus, she gasped in pain, her body folded, straight into the right fist, which rose to meet her descending jaw. She was straightened out, driven backwards, falling to the floor on her back. She was stunned but not out. She rolled clear when Donna hurtled after her in a plunging dive. Donna landed tits first.

With a yell, Cassie jumped on top of Donna, her hands plunging into Donna's hair, and she slammed her face into the floor. Then, pulling her neck back by the hair, she slipped her arm around Donna's throat, clamping on a chokehold as her legs scissored Donna's waist.

 "Gotcha bitch!"

Donna fruitlessly pulled at Cassie's arm, trying to release the choking pressure. Cassie just cackled. Arching her body, Donna swung her head backwards. It missed, Cassie laughed. Donna swung her head again. She heard the crunch, she heard Cassie scream, then she felt the hot sticky liquid on the back of her head. She smiled.

She slammed her elbows back into the blonde's stomach. She gasped, clutching her stomach. Donna stomped hard on Cassie's feet, then, with one hand on her crotch and the other on her shoulder, she body slammed her to the floor. Donna moved in, and Cassie's kick to the crotch stopped her in her tracks. The dull thud of bone on bone echoed around the room. Donna's eyes were glazed as her hands went to soothe her poor, aching crotch. She fell to her knees. Cassie gently picked her head up by the hair, removing what was left of Donna's shirt. She gently cupped Donna's chin.

 "Awwww, little old lady too weak to run with us, youngsters? Don't worry, I'll make it quick"

Actually, it came out as "Awwww, Lith gwrl. two weath to rub wid uff younffs? Doff worrff I'll maff it quiff' the words came out slurred, she was exhausted, blood streamed from her nose, her eyes puffed up, and her mouth full of blood.

 "Fuff you biff!"

Snarling Donna's uppercut rocked Cassie's crotch, she croaked as she was lifted off her feet off the floor. Her eyes went blank as white-hot agony surged from her crotch. She sank to her knees.

 "Cunfff!"

Cassie's hands shot out, her fingers clawed, gouging Donna's breasts, causing her to sob. She slowly and deliberately scratched her nails down the supple flesh, bleeding tramlines appeared along the once pristine flesh.

Donna sobbed.

 "Fuffing cunff!"

The words came out slurred along with blood. She reached out, stuffing as much of Cassie's breasts into her greedy hands as she could, she squeezed. The deformed flesh oozed out from between her fingers.

 "Ooooohh. Fuffing shiff!" Screamed Cassie. As she ripped down Donna's breasts. Donna pulsed her grip. She pulled Cassie's left breast out as far as she could while ramming the right breast into her rib cage. Cassie's claw spasmed. Then Donna reversed her grip, pulling the right breast taut and pancaking the left breast.

 "mmmmpppfff!" burbled Cass as her hand trembled from the exertion. She moved her attention to Donna's thick, stubby nipples. Her nails were working the nipples like switchblades. Donna's grip convulsed at the pain, but still she continued with her squeezing, wringing those breasts like dirty dishcloths.

As if by agreement, both women started to rise, pulling up their enemy's breasts, determined to continue the tit torture until the bitch conceded. Faces full of fury, they stared into each other's eyes.

 "cxnth!"

Cassie head-butted Donna's face, and her nose snapped. Donna staggered back, releasing her grip on Cassie's breasts. Cassie released her own grip, letting her stagger back as she cupped her own tenderised breasts.

Donna staggered back a few steps, her hands cupping the blood streaming from her nose, blood running like a river. Then slowly she moved back. Cassie's hands formed into claws, ready to resume the contest.

 "cxnth!"

Donna uppercut slammed into Cassie's belly. Her mouth opened, spitting saliva and blood as her body rocked from the blow.

 "cxnth yetseff!"

Her blow smashed into Donna's belly. She gasped, the swollen eyes tried to open. Her head sank, resting on Cassie's shoulder. She fired another uppercut, smacking into Cassie's body. There was a sharp intake of breath.

Exhausted, they bent, chins on each other's backs, the blood from their faces pools on their opponent's bare back.

 "Futhing cxnth!"

She gasped as her fist sank into Donna's belly, her feet slightly lifted off the ground--the once taut belly, now soft and bruised.

 "cxnth, I'll kiff you", Donna mumbled as she returned fire. She felt the face bounce off her back and the gasp.

Time lost all meaning as they pounded away at each other mechanically.

Somewhere in her mind, the thought came to Cassie that Donna had stopped punching. She couldn't tell the pain in her stomach. She didn't dare give the bitch time to recover. She just couldn't. She kept punching, robotically.

Until.

She couldn't move her arms anymore; she was finished. Cautiously, she moved back. She felt the head sliding off her back. Then a thump as the unconscious body slumped to the ground.

 "fffthin' garssssh", she mumbled triumphantly. Blood burbled out of her mouth. A tooth fell on the floor.

Cassie slowly walked towards the door. She collapsed, and she rose slowly. Making her way to the door, she turned to face her unconscious opponent.

 "flliubbhish, duhfiissh shem fuff yoush...", she stood wavering on her feet.

 "...bitch!" She spat blood and a tooth on the floor. Slamming the door shut on her unconscious opponent, she stumbled out victorious. The fucking cleaner could find her in the morning. Needs nappies, I fucking showed her. She only got a few steps from the Peacemaker room when she collapsed and puked, mainly blood. Slowly getting to her feet, leaving blood stains on the floor. She needed to get back to her quarters and the magic bracelets, but the way she limped, it would be a long way to her quarters. She had done it. She has fucking done it. She had earned the name 'Wonder Girl'. Now she would just have to explain this to that bimbo from Brazil, Yara Flor.

[CuriousCombat]

Reading the title I thought it would be a multi girl battle. Good start, nonetheless. Hope you pick it up again sometime to show all three(the ones mentioned) or even more 'Wonder Girls' duking it out.

[MikeHales67]

Yes I agree a three way fight would have been interesting and an entirely different story.
My only defence is that I only knew about Deanna Troy from then TV series then found out about Cassie when the story was suggested and only found out about Yara after I'd written the story, so I added the line about her in as a bolt on.

The story leaves open the possibility of a sequel, but yeah a mass brawl would be cool.

By the way, there aren't any other Wonder Girls that I didn't mention? I'm working through my DC Subscription as fast as I can.

[Edududu]

Yes I agree a three way fight would have been interesting and an entirely different story.
My only defence is that I only knew about Deanna Troy from then TV series then found out about Cassie when the story was suggested and only found out about Yara after I'd written the story, so I added the line about her in as a bolt on.

The story leaves open the possibility of a sequel, but yeah a mass brawl would be cool.

By the way, there aren't any other Wonder Girls that I didn't mention? I'm working through my DC Subscription as fast as I can.

Well, there's a more recent heroine called Elizabeth Prince, who also went by Trinity. She's Diana's daughter from a possible future though.

[MikeHales67]

Something like this?

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