Hey,
This is a story from long ago. So long ago I can't remember for sure where I got it from, but I'm confident it is from back in the old dial-up BBS days. Wish I could say it was mine, but alas... It has always been a favorite of mine though, and I hope some on this board will enjoy it.
LISA VS. MELODY
"Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight we have a classic confrontation! The blonde versus the brunette... brains versus beauty. In the corner to my left, from Amherst, New York,weighing 135 pounds, the Sly Fox... Lisa!!!" Lisa coyly raises both arms in the air, assuming a modeling pose with her left leg slightly bent forward to reveal her outer thigh, tantalizingly emphasized by black fish-net stockings. Her black tank suit, held up only by spaghetti-straps and cut just low enough to show the swell of her breasts, shimmers in the hot lights. Her long, dark hair sways across her shoulder blades as she swings her head to acknowledge the roar of the crowd. She clearly enjoys the spotlight and intends to enjoy even more what she is about to do to her blonde opponent.
"And in the corner to my right... from Lancaster, New York,weighing in at 120 pounds... Melody!!!" Melody does not pose or strut. She does not even acknowledge the crowd's cheers. She simply waits, nervously, for the fight to begin. She absently tugs at the leg opening of her red one-piece bathing suit where it has crept up, slightly exposing her shapely behind. A single flower stretches from the left leg opening of her suit, across her flat belly and blooms just above her left breast. The lower portion of her cleavage shows through a small cut-out above her rib-cage. She wears red tights. Her shoulder-length, strawberry blonde hair frames her face as she watches Lisa's movements.
I walk to the center of the ring and motion the girls to join me. Lisa struts over and kisses me warmly on the cheek, making certain to brush her breasts against me. "I'm glad you're the referee! I know you'll be fair." Her eyes twinkle. Melody stands with her arms crossed, nicely framing her small but perfectly formed breasts. "Oh please!" she sneers.
"You know the rules, girls. This match is for one fall, a pin or submission wins. The time limit is one hour. Now shake hands and come out fighting." Melody extends her hand and the taller girl eagerly grabs it, pulling towards her to put the blonde slightly off-balance.
"Yer goin' down, babe! Ha haaa!" She turns and heads to her corner, swinging her hips. Melody backs into her own corner, not taking her eyes off her opponent.
With a clank the bell rings and the match is underway. The girls circle each other briefly, locking eyes, before Lisa lunges for Melody's blonde hair. Melody, expecting the move, catchesLisa's wrists, throws her hip into the taller girl's pelvis and flips her to the mat, where she lands hard on her behind. Lisa sits for a moment, grimacing, but Melody does not press her advantage. Her opponent is taller, heavier and more daring...Melody intends to be cautious in this fight.
Lisa is now back on her feet, the confident smirk gone from her lips. Melody approaches slowly, but her caution betrays her. She reacts to Lisa's feint towards her face and the ball of the brunette's foot smashes into her belly-button, crumpling her to her knees. Lisa does not hesitate in pressing her advantage. She grabs a fistful of blonde hair and slams Melody's forehead into the canvas. Stunned, Melody rolls onto her back, allowing Lisa to connect with a knee-drop across her breasts. Her mouth opens in a groan of pain, only to be smashed shut by the heel of Lisa's hand slamming into her chin. Lisa's belly crashes down on Melody's breasts, forcing the smaller girl's shoulders to the mat and pinning them less than a minute into the match.
My hand pounds against the mat once. I can see that Melody is already considering laying quietly on the canvas and lettingLisa's weight hold her there so that the pain will end. But as my hand strikes the mat for the two-count she steels herself and thrusts her hips upward. It was a sloppy pin, so Lisa is thrown off easily. She rolls to her feet, then lunges at Melody as the smaller girl stands.
Their bodies smack together, causing flesh to jiggle for a tantalizing fraction of a second. Awkwardly, the girls struggle for the advantage, hands probing for weak spots, but neither can get a good hold on the other. Suddenly, Lisa's right fist swings back and then slams into Melody's belly. Again, the blonde doubles over and drops to her knees, hands clutching her mid-section. This time, Lisa lifts her knee into Melody's chin, snapping her head back and driving her onto her back. Stunned,the blonde lays spread-eagled and helpless. In this position, her breasts are stretched practically flat upon her chest. Only her erect nipples are noticeable.
Lisa now moves in again, grabbing one of her defenseless foe's feet in each hand. She shifts her grip so that Melody's feet are clamped under her armpits and her hands are around the blonde's knees. She stands straight up, moves her feet underMelody's buttocks, then falls backward, snapping Melody to her feet and flinging her across the ring to land hard on her breasts. Now Lisa takes her time getting to her feet. A wicked smile spreads across her lips. Melody is motionless.
The brunette approaches her helpless foe. She has her back tome as she bends over to grab Melody's ankle. I can see the strands of her fish-net stockings stretch wide along her bottom,revealing the smooth, tanned skin underneath. She places a black-trimmed foot in the small of Melody's back and pulls her leg up and towards the blonde head, arching her opponent's back to an agonizing angle. A cry of pain shows that Melody is, in fact, conscious. I move near her head and crouch down so that I can see her face. It looks to me like the fight is over."Whaddaya say, Melody? Had enough?" I ask her, hoping she will continue but half looking forward to her cries of submission. She gives no answer, only clenching her teeth and eyes more tightly closed as her shapely torturer applies even more pressure."C'mon, Melody, she's got you. Give it up." Now she responds,shaking her head violently. She stretches her arm towards the ropes, her fingers only inches short of relief from Lisa's hold.As the brunette eases up momentarily in preparation for another push, Melody squirms forward and her fingers grasp the bottom rope.
Immediately I move to Lisa's side. "Okay, Lisa, let her go."I'm prepared to pull her off of the smaller girl, but she dropsMelody's leg and moves away, hands in the air and a smile on her face.
Melody slowly drags herself up by the ropes. When she reaches her feet she leans over the top rope, catching her breath. She turns toward the center of the ring just as Lisa reaches her. The brunette's thigh catches her in the midsection. Again she begins to go down, but this time she refuses. Instead she stumbles against Lisa and throws her arms around her opponent's shoulders for support. The brunette smashes her fist into Melody's solar plexus, and she staggers against the ropes. Lisa moves in again,but this time Melody wraps her arms around the ropes and lifts both feet into Lisa's belly. Lisa falls over backward like a rock and lays on her side, arms wrapped around her stomach as she tries to regain her breath. Melody, unable to press her advantage, stumbles into a corner and leans against the turnbuckle, watching Lisa writhe on the mat.
It doesn't take Lisa long to regain her composure. She painfully pushes herself up, gets her feet under her and stands. As she turns, Melody tentatively steps from the corner. Her fear is shown by her every movement, by the way she holds her body. Lisa's deep brown eyes flash anger.
The women slowly circle again, studying each other intently. Lisa lunges in and Melody's fist bounces futilely off her belly as the brunette's arm snakes around her opponent's head, clamping down like a vice. Quick sobs of pain are squeezed from the smaller girl's mouth. Lisa smiles, content to inflict slow punishment for awhile, but Melody's elbow crashes into her ribs,loosening her grip. Another elbow, right on the belly-button,doubles Lisa over, her hair hanging down in dark curtains around her head. A left upper-cut straightens her up, but a quick right to the mid-section doubles her over again. Melody throws an arm over her back and shoots a hand between her thighs. GraspingLisa's crotch, Melody takes a deep breath and lifts, so that she is holding Lisa with her head down and feet pointed toward the ceiling. For a brief moment, she holds the brunette there, then sends her crashing down on the mat. Lisa bounces once, then arches her back and grabs at her spine in pain. Melody's foot stomps on her belly, forcing her flat on her back.
Melody stands over her fallen foe now, looking down into her face with disdain. Again she stomps on Lisa's belly. Then she drives her knee into the same spot, and grinds it in for a moment as Lisa cries out. Melody then thrusts her small fist into the soft swell of Lisa's breast, stunning the larger girl momentarily. The blonde reaches her fist way back, preparing to smash Lisa in the face. I decide that's going too far and move into catch her arm, but I'm too late. Melody's fist connects withLisa's cheek with an audible smack. The prone brunette doesn't make a sound, but her entire body goes limp. She is obviously unconscious.
Melody could easily pin her opponent now, but I pull her off, lifting her by the armpits. Her skin is cool and damp. "Watch the closed fists! If you wanna hit her you use an open hand or a forearm, understand?" She ignores me and steps back toward Lisa,who is now awake and shaking her head to clear the cobwebs. She grabs hold of Lisa's arm and yanks her to her feet. A forearm to the side of the head keeps Lisa stunned and Melody drags her opponent forward by the arm, then spins and flings her towards the ropes at the far side of the ring. The taller girl manages to turn so that she backs into the ropes, but the impact bounces her wildly back toward her waiting opponent. At the last instant Melody lifts her foot into Lisa's belly. The brunette's legs continue forward as her upper body snaps back and her back crashes onto the mat. She immediately clutches at her stomach and rolls onto her right side, doubled over in agony. Quickly, almost anxiously, Melody rushes over and grabs Lisa's left leg, stretching it behind her. She then catches her opponent's right wrist, sits down and plants her feet in the small of Lisa's back.With all the strength she can muster, Melody leans back and pulls on Lisa's limbs, arching her back into an excruciating curve. The crowd roars in anticipation. The girls are in the middle of the ring, far from the safety of the ropes. It will only be a matter of moments before Lisa cries out in surrender.
Lisa's body goes taut. Her black bathing suit is stretched tight against her body, clearly showing the outlines of her ribs,belly-button and stomach muscles. She struggles for a long moment, then another, then begins to go limp. I know the match is over. But suddenly, with incredible quickness, Lisa twists her body around, slipping off of her opponent's feet and landing with her belly on top of Melody's knees. She wraps her arms around the blonde's calves, rolls over across her midsection and ends up with her back across Melody's breasts, pressing her opponent's shoulders to the mat and pulling her knees almost up to her chin.Shocked, Melody simply lies there, unresisting. I dive to the mat and see that the blonde's shoulders are securely pinned. My hand pounds the mat once, twice. Melody is resigned to her defeat. To struggle against her opponent's superior weight would be futile. She lays still as my hand strikes the mat a third time, signaling that Melody is pinned. Lisa springs up, in victory. Melody lays still on the mat, beaten. The brunette places her black-meshed foot on her vanquished foe's belly and raises her hands in the air to the cheers of the crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen! The winner, by pin-fall at five minutes and twenty-three seconds, the Sly Foxx... Lisa!!!"
