Penny
MaxIt was, so say those who witnessed it, an exhibition of sheer brilliance. Having lost...
narrowly...twice before to East Coast battler Max, West Coast blonde Penny had trained incessantly for this third contest, determined to not simply beat the brunette, but out-wrestle her so completely as to erase the memory of those first two losses.
And out-wrestle her she did. As magnificent a street fighter as Max is, she was unprepared for the torrent of submission holds which the blonde unleashed on her, each more painful than the last. The New Yorker was put on the defensive from the opening moments of the brawl, and that's where she stayed.
After twenty solid minutes of Penny's dominance, Max was left a quivering heap upon the floor, her tears streaking her heavy mascara, leaving black trails down her face. Flat on her back, bare breasts heaving as she panted for precious breath, Max looked up into the eyes of her rival, and silently conceded. Hands on her hips, Penny gave a smug little half-smile and purred, "Well, not as bad ass as we thought we were, hmmm little girl?" She punted a little kick to the side of Max's left breast, causing the brunette to whine and choke back a sob. The tawny blonde liked the sight of the mammary painfully jiggling as it did...not to mention the resulting anguish to her opponent...so much, that she drew her right foot back and launched a field goal-worthy kick toward the selfsame breast.
Call it fate, call it blind luck, call it whatever you will, but almost involuntarily, Max shrugged her body to the right, moving herself a mere inch or two away. But as a result, instead of the kick striking directly into the embattled brunette's breast, the ball of Penny's foot slid harmlessly across her adversary's sweat-soaked skin. Losing her balance, with a wail the blonde fell backward, her head cracking against the arm of the nearby sofa as she collapsed. A collective gasp of shock arose from the spectators as Penny now lay on the carpeted floor, groaning softly, her arms waving slowly as she struggled to remain conscious.
It took Max a full minute to recover herself enough to grasp this fortuitous turn of events. With a cobra smile upon her face, she forced herself over to all fours and crawled over to her still dazed rival. Sitting astride the West Coaster's belly, the brunette filled her fists with flaxen hair and began to pound the back of Penny's skull again and again into the floor, the carpet only barely absorbing the impact with the wood below. Penny's glazed eyes rolled in their sockets as her senses reeled. Finally, the thudding drumbeat of the pounding ceased, as Max lowered her chest down, her 34DD's enveloping her opponent's face, cutting off her oxygen and smothering her. Penny squirmed feebly beneath her tormentor, but to no avail. Soon enough, she ceased moving altogether, and it was obvious to all that she had been driven into unconsciousness.
Triumphantly, the raven-tressed battler pushed herself up and off of her slumbering victim, a smile of supreme self-satisfaction across her face. She stood up and planted a foot atop Penny's breasts, the soft flesh pressed down beneath the sole of the victor, while Max raised her arms over her head to bask in the tumultuous cheers.
Except...she was met with what might be best described as
polite applause. To be granted, her most ardent admirers cheers her lustily, but most of the rest of the spectators seemed underwhelmed by her victory. There was almost a palpable sense of disapproval, as if she hadn't really earned it.
The smile on her face twisted into an angry scowl. "
What the f#ck!" she growled. "Seriously, how many times do I have to beat Bimbo Barbie here to get respect?" She gave the West Coaster a short kick to the ribs to punctuate her statement, drawing a pained mewl from the still unconscious beauty. "Three times or a hundred, I don't care how many times it takes. I own this b#tch's ass, and that ain't ever gonna change!" She stormed off toward her bedroom, a stream of obscenities heard under her breath. But she knew as well as anyone here that, three straight wins irregardless, this was was not over.
