Box Office Blockbuster Battle: Blonde vs. Blonde at the Movies Pt. 2
Two beautiful young women stood toe-to-toe in a theater lobby. Bad girl Christina Francis Cherrymoore rose to her full 5’7” height, brushing back very long, dark-blond hair that fell to hip level. Her 138 lb. body sweated lightly. Having removed her jacket for better flexibility and now barefoot to attain more traction, she wore only tiny, golden shorts and a black sports bra that did little to conceal her voluptuous body. Across from her, good girl Lisa April Teeman tossed back her lighter toned shoulder-length hair. Lisa’s theater uniform had been torn to shreds. Her attire had been reduced to a small, pink bra, black slacks, and matching black socks. Lisa’s silk smooth, peach-toned skin glistened with perspiration. Her flawless breasts rose and fell with each breath. Although Lisa was in better shape, Christina had an inch and at least fifteen pounds on Lisa.
Christina circled in a boxer’s stance. Lisa assumed a far more feminine posture, palms open, ready to slap. Lisa let loose two stinging slaps, but Christina responded with a hard fist to Lisa’s nose. Lisa’s ankles turned to jelly, as she fell back into an open utility closet. Lisa’s heart raced. If her enemy caught her in such a tiny space, she’d have nowhere to run and no room to maneuver. Lisa leapt up and grabbed a mop. She held it like a baseball bat. Her worried, blue eyes warned Christina to stay back.
Christina scowled. “I should’ve known you’d hide behind a mop. It suits you. Since you’re not woman enough to get a real man or smart enough to make it on your own, I guess a servant girl is all you’ll ever be.”
The assembled spectators laughed and cheered. A young man pulled a mop from a bucket in the lobby and tossed it to Christina, evening the odds. The two starkly different blondes began an impromptu staff fight using their mops as weapons, swinging, ducking, spinning each other around and cracking their mops together. They were hardly martial arts masters. The girls yelped in pain from each strike to their arms and legs. Teeth bared, they slammed their poles together, leaning in almost chest to chest, mops crossed between them as they tried to push each other down. Lisa’s smaller feet and slick socks gave her poor traction. She gave ground. Christina shoved Lisa back out into the lobby. Lisa fell. Before Lisa could react, Christina drove the padded end of her mop into Lisa’s bare, unprotected belly. Lisa cried out in pain. Still on her back, Lisa’s knees came up and her arms closed around her stomach, as she cringed in pain. Christina dunked her mop into the bucket and then wiped it all over Lisa, splashing filthy, brown water all over her! The crowd raised the roof. Lisa screamed in shame and outrage, as Christina literally mopped up the floor with her.
Losing badly, Lisa scrambled for the stairs leading to the balcony, crawling up them on her hands and knees. Christina lunged and caught Lisa by her feet. Lisa shrieked in fear, kicking frantically to escape. As she tried to pull her enemy back down, Christina pulled off first one of Lisa’s socks and then the other, before finally getting a firm hold on Lisa’s bare feet. Christina yanked Lisa back down the steps on her belly, dragging Lisa’s dove-soft breasts over them. Lisa’s head bounced, as her chin dragged over each step.
Lisa’s watering mouth hung open. Her glazed-over eyes stared up blankly, and her arms drooped at her sides. Christina forced Lisa to her knees, facing the crowd of appreciative young men. Smirking wickedly, Christina stood behind Lisa. Christina’s bare feet stood on top Lisa’s own, pinning them down to ensure Lisa couldn’t run. Christina then pinned back Lisa’s arms using a full nelson hold, shaking Lisa so her breasts swung back and forth and mocking Lisa’s body. Sobbing, Lisa looked around at people she had thought of as friends, laughing and mocking her. She heard some of her former friends giving Christina vicious ideas about how to finish her. She knew Christina was in a mood to take requests.
Lisa seized Christina’s ankles and pulled her feet straight up while simultaneously driving her own body back hard against Christina’s body. Christina fell backward onto her hips. Lisa spun, but the more experienced brawler slammed both feet into Lisa’s face. Lisa crashed down.
Christina rose, folded her arms, and circled Lisa, daring her to get up and fight. Lisa bravely rose on shaky legs and seized Christina’s long, dark-blond hair. Christina clenched her fists around Lisa’s light-blond hair. Both cried out in pain, legs trembling, as they tried to pull each other’s hair out! Just as Lisa began to win, Christina pulled one hand loose and scratched Lisa’s cheek, savagely! Lisa screamed and instinctively reached for her face, leaving her stomach wide open for a brutal punch. Lisa collapsed. Christina picked Lisa up, lifted her off her feet, and dumped her upside-down into an open garbage can! The crowd went wild! Only Lisa’s bare feet stuck up above the rim of the can. The rest of her had been plunged deep into the trash.
Christina kicked the can over. Lisa crawled out of it, sobbing in shame.
Lisa crawled for the steps to the balcony. Christina followed, stalking Lisa like a shark circling its doomed prey. Lisa ran for the projection booth, hoping to lock herself inside. As she reached the balcony, her eyes bulged. Her boss had locked the booth shut.
People in the balcony roared at the site of the barely dressed Lisa chased by the darker blonde. Realizing they had come in in the middle of a titanic struggle for blond supremacy, a couple of boys shoved Lisa into Christina. The battle resumed. Lisa’s heart pounded, as she felt her back shoved against the edge of the balcony. A hard slap sent Lisa’s top half swaying in empty air out over the edge of the balcony. She cried out. The crowd below finally realized what was happening above them. The entire theater now followed the struggle. Lisa tried to fight her way away from the edge. Punches and kicks flew. Suddenly Christina landed a tremendous kick to Lisa’s ribs. The kick sent Lisa over the edge! Lisa let out an absolutely hysterical scream, but she managed to grab hold of the railing. Lisa hung down precariously over the edge of the railing, feet kicking madly in empty air! She screamed in terror, afraid of a back-breaking fall. The crowd brought the house down, loving it. With a vicious, closed-lipped smile on her face, Christina looked down at her horrified rival, pressed her foot on Lisa’s fingers, and started to smash and grind Lisa’s delicate fingers under her foot. Lisa begged for help, but no one wanted to stop the fight. Lisa’s toes found a slight indention in the wall below, just as her fingers gave out. With a high-pitched scream, Lisa fell across the empty seats below. Christina hung down, carefully climbing down after her enemy. As Christina’s toes stretched to reach the back of a chair, Lisa kicked the two-position chair, causing it to recline. The sudden shift made Christina fall, awkwardly. Her foot slipped into the space between the seat and the back of the chair. Lisa slammed her foot against the bottom of the folding chair, snapping it shut around Christina’s foot like a bear trap. Christina threw her head back, screaming.
After half a minute of torture, Christina forced her foot free. Lisa tackled her. The two beautiful blondes fought wildly in the laps of young men in the back row, rolling back and forth, fighting between their legs and on the floor at their feet. Each girl occasionally looked up with pleading eyes, hoping for help, but no one interfered.
With the crowd cheering, the two women rolled down the aisle to a small stage in front of the screen. The two bitter rivals literally fought on center stage, rolling all over each other, scratching, biting, and choking. Lisa finally won, and began to choke Christina out. Losing and desperate, Christina grabbed a long rope used to open and close the old-style theater
curtains. She yanked a large clamp at the end of the rope free from its position and used the rope to strangle Lisa. Lisa gagged, her bare feet peddling in mid air above her. Familiar with the theater, Lisa grabbed the clamp at the end of the rope and snapped it shut around the end of Christina’s long hair. Lisa then flipped the switch that closed the curtains. An aged motor whirred. Instantly the rope shot up, yanking Christina up to her toes by her hair! Christina screamed madly, her hair almost torn out! The motor wasn’t strong enough to lift Christina, but it held the shrieking blonde up by her hair. The straining, malfunctioning motor jerked the rope up and down violently again and again, yanking Christina up to her tiptoes and then relaxing the tension enough to let her fall to her knees.
Lisa saw Christina as a punching bag, but she was a punching bag that could hit back. As Lisa came in, Christina almost kicked a foot through Lisa’s belly. When the motor released the tension on the rope again, Christina tore her hair loose. Tearful and furious, she kicked and stomped Lisa into the stage. Christina’s brown eyes looked up and traced the path of the rope she had hung by back up to a pulley, then over to the motor, and then back down to a counterbalance on the other side. Hungry for revenge, Christina tied Lisa’s wrists up with the rope. When the malfunctioning motor pulled the rope again, Christina leapt up and grabbed the far end of the rope, adding her weight to the counterbalance. The added weight combined with the strength of the motor and hoisted Lisa six feet up off the stage! The motor burned out and froze, leaving Lisa suspended in mid air! Lisa kicked and shouted. Christina leapt up, grabbed Lisa’s pant legs, and pulled Lisa’s black slacks completely off, revealing Lisa’s tiny, pink panties. The crowd went wild with whistles and cheers. Lisa screamed, kicked frantically, and then burst into tears, crying in humiliation. By sheer coincidence, the film reached a point where the screen changed from a dark night screen to one of brilliant, white light. For the humiliated Lisa, it seemed a spotlight shone on her nearly naked form.
Driven by rage, Lisa tried an impractical move by wrapping her feet around Christina’s neck and trying to choke her. Christina pulled Lisa’s feet off, but Lisa broke free and fell directly on top of Christina, driving her into the stage. Both hurt and exhausted, the two girls staggered up and traded fists. Lisa landed wicked shots to Christina’s face. Christina drove brutal fists deep in Lisa’s trimmer stomach. Lisa’s blue eyes glazed over. Her legs turned to spaghetti. Saliva drooled from Christina’s mouth. Her half-open eyes filled with tears. It was toe to toe, woman against woman. For nearly a full minute, the two women pummeled each other. Suddenly, Christina’s thicker legs gave out. She fell against Lisa. Lisa wrapped her arms around Christina’s head and leapt off the stage, driving Christina’s face into the floor. Crying, Christina only rose to her knees, hands up, begging for mercy. Lisa put her bare foot up on Christina’s raised leg, posing. The crowd booed Christina. She pulled loose and crawled away back up the aisle toward the lobby. Gasping for every breath, Lisa followed.
When the girls reached the lobby, they found a crowd waiting for them, blocking every exit. There was nowhere left to go. They turned to fight, but they simply had little left to fight with. They traded slaps and punches until they finally fell together, body to body, each girl locking a bear hug on the other. Given Christina’s sexy clothing and the fact Lisa had been reduced to only her pink bra and panties, the battle was truly woman on woman. Lisa wrapped her legs in with Christina’s to avoid a knee between her legs. The young women fought with all they had left. Christina bit Lisa’s nose and mouth until she screamed and cried, but a few traded head butts left both fighters bleary-eyed and dazed. Thighs quaked violently. Bellies and breasts heaved, and sweat rolled. Suddenly, blond hair fell back. A scream turned to a cry of defeat. Christina burst into tears. Her head fell back and swayed on her shoulders, her mouth wide open. Her thick ankles gave in. She fell, with Lisa on top her. Lisa kept punishing her bawling enemy for a minute or two, until Christina cried, “No more! Mercieeee! I can’t take anymorrrrreee! I give up! I’m begging you! I give uuuupp!!”
Gasps filled the lobby. Christina Cherrymoore, the town’s ultimate sexpot and cat fighter lie helpless on the floor, crying and begging at Lisa’s feet.
Lisa looked down at Christina and wiped tears. “Did you show me any mercy when you told everyone my secret? Oh no, Bitch, I’ve got more for you!”
With Christina crying and begging the entire way, Lisa pulled Christina by her hair to the employee’s restroom, leaving the door open so everyone could watch.
Lisa sneered. “I peed in this toilet just before the fight started. I didn’t flush it!” Lisa used a plunger to shove Christina’s face down into the soiled, used toilet, nearly drowning her. When Christina finally pulled her head up out of the toilet bowl, she was a blubbering, defeated mess. The liquid rolling from the corners of her mouth made clear she had been forced to swallow. Christina wiped her face on her snickering boyfriend’s pant leg, until he pulled it away.
Lisa put her bare foot over Christina’s face and shouted, “Who ended up stepping on whose face, Bitch?” She looked around at the people she had once called friends, people who turned on her when they learned of her troubled past. She yelled, “You all liked me when I did everything for you, but when you discovered my flaws, you wanted to watch this bitch beat me to a pulp! You think you’re too good for me. Look down at her. She’s the hottest thing your town can produce, but I leave her humbled under my feet! You’re not too good for me. I’m too good for you!”
Lisa stormed toward the doors. Wiping her lips of the taste of Lisa’s foot, Christina rose to her knees and pulled a knife out of her boyfriend’s boot. She charged Lisa. Seeing Christina’s reflection in the glass theater doors, Lisa drove her foot straight back into Christina’s gut. Christina dropped the blade and fell on top the candy counter. Angered beyond reason, Lisa marched over and lifted Christina onto her shoulders in a reverse piggyback position, where Christina’s feet dangled behind Lisa’s back and Lisa stared directly between Christina’s legs. Lisa then drove Christina’s back down onto and through the clear, glass candy counter. The glass counter exploded on impact, shattering into a million pieces. Lisa left Christina unconscious in total defeat. Lisa stormed out as the unquestioned winner.
Christina Cherrymoore’s wounds eventually healed, but her reputation had suffered a fatal blow. With her pride and ego crushed, Christina was willing to do just about anything for a compliment. She needed praise, and she’d do anything to get it. The young men in the area may have had a boring summer that year, but they had one hell of an autumn!
Lisa April Teeman drove out of town after the fight and never looked back. She knew she would never have to pose or pretend again. She learned she was perfect, just the way she was. She was a very, very sweet, good girl, who could be bad when necessary. In the end, Lisa wasn’t a good girl or a bad girl. She was the best girl.
