[Mindcastle]

AM holds Elke is a reverse bear-hug while they roll over and over on the grass. Finally coming to rest with Elke trapped on top of Ann, Elke, kicking & writhing, fights Ann’s efforts to immobile her legs with a leg scissors. As she struggles, she sinks a sharp elbow into Ann’s ribs causing the strong red-head to groan in pain.  As she lands a second and third elbow, Elke can feel the bearhug begin to loosen. In an inspired move, Elke arches her hips upwards and then slams her firm buttock into Ann’s hips and lower belly. The impact jars AM and causes her to lose focus.  Elke continues elbowing AM in the ribs and pile driving her butt into Ann’s vulnerable belly. Realizing that she is quickly losing the advantage, Ann releases Elke and pushes Elke’s upper body forward while bringing her own legs to the rear.  Cupping the surprised German under her armpits with her feet, AM pushes outwards and extends her legs fully sending Elke flying several feet landing chest first on the hard lawn.
 
After a short recovery, Sommer and Olsson slowly circled each other, they are overly cautious knowing full well that the other woman had the potential to end the fight quickly and decisively.  Neither wants to make the mistake that would cost her the fight.  After about 30 seconds of posturing, Sommer put her arms up in the air with fingers spread in the universal challenge to test each other’s strength.  Olsson smiles and accepts the challenge. They lock fingers and immediately their hands come out to their sides as they attempt to power each other backwards.  Locked at the neck and chest, their powerful legs strained to push their adversary in the opposite direction.  Making no progress in either direction, Sommer, in a surprise move, pulls AM toward her while, at the same time, twisting and locking Olsson’s hands and wrists in a submissive position.  As she bent Ann’s fingers painfully, Ann is forced to come to her toes to relieve the pain. As Ann makes the slow painful journey upwards, her breasts are somewhat trapped under Elke’s. Pressed tightly together and slowly lifting Elke’s breasts with her own, the more Ann is forced upwards, the more Elke’s breasts are forced upwards; the more they are forced upwards, the more they threatened to escape the bonds of her baby blue dress.
 
As this defining struggle takes place, Elke continues to challenge Ann with mocking eyes.  Ann is defiant and returns the stare trying desperately to conceal the pain in her fingers.  Elke’s breasts are finally squeezed out of their pale blue confines and, feeling two stiff nipples suddenly poking into the top of her breasts, Ann smiles, and looking down at their compressed chest, asked Elke if she was turned on by their intimate struggle.  With a confused look on her face, Elke followed Ann’s eyes downward to see that her breasts have been emancipated from her low cut dress. While Elke focuses on her discovery, Ann pushes Elke backwards and knee-lifts her between the thighs. Trapping Ann’s knee between her thighs, Elke prevents the full impact of the knee-lift but the resulting shot of pain in her lower belly causes her to release her painful finger-locks.
 
In a defensive move, Elke pulls AM towards her and snaps a bear hug around Ann’s lower back. Bending her knees and Lifting Ann several inches off the ground, Elke crushes Ann’s body into her own. Ann groans as her ribs are compressed and she finds it difficult to breath.  Reaching behind her back, she grabs Elke’s wrists and attempts to break her hands apart. Unsuccessful in her attempt to break Elke’s iron grip, Ann attempts to push Elke away from her by pushing downward against Elke’s shoulders. Unsuccessful in her second attempt to escape Elke’s crushing hug, and running out of options, AM pulls Elke’s head towards her in a headlock effectively burying Elke’s face into her cleavage.  She squeezes her breasts between her upper arms forming an airtight bond over Elke’s mouth and nose.  Sommer stumbles around bearing the full 120 lbs weight of Olsson.  Beginning to panic from loss of air, Elke releases her bear hug and brings her hands upwards to break Ann’s clinging front headlock.  Failing to break the seal of Ann’s breast smother, Elke, instead, grabs at the supporting shoulder straps of Ann’s dress and in, one hard pull, yanks the dress down to Ann’s waist together with Ann’s black strapless bra. Reacting to being rendered topless, Ann pulls back slightly breaking the seal while, Elke’s gasping and gulping into deep breaths of air, sinks her talons in Ann’s lush red hair violently pulling Ann’s head to the rear.  The two women struggle around the lawn each vying to overpower the other and trip her opponent down to the grass.  Elke finally succeeds in wrenching Ann’s head to the side and applying a face crushing side headlock.  As Elke punches at AM’s head, Ann, holding Elke around the waist, knee-lifts Elke to the right thigh.  Elke cries out in pain, a cry that is quickly followed by two more as Ann drills her knee into the back of Elke’s muscular right leg again and again. As the pain shoots through Elke’s leg, she instinctively releases the two-hand headlock and moves her right hand down towards her leg to relieve the pain. Taking advantage of the released pressure, AM pulls rearward and breaks the headlock. With her back now exposed to the pissed off redhead, Elke falls victim to a violent two-handed hair pull from the rear. As Elke reaches up to grab AM’s wrist, Ann intercepts the hand and twists Elke’s arm behind her back in a painful hammerlock. AM walks a resisting Sommer to the side wall of the house where she pins her flat against it. Once again, AM knees the trapped Sommer in the thigh. The ‘thud’ of hard knee bone striking muscles sounds three times as the attractive redhead brutalizes the blonde’s once powerful leg.  Struggling feebly, Elke wailed as the pain sears her senses. The damaged done, AM released Elke and backs away allowing Elke to crumble to the ground moaning in pain.

Advancing on the fallen woman, Ann-Margret grabs Elke’s blond pigtails and pulls her first to her knees and then to a standing position.  Once in an upright position, Olsson, with an animalistic howl unloads three strong uppercuts to Elke’s mid-section.  The sound of flesh hitting flesh was loud enough to startle. Elke cried out in pain, totters for a moment and then pitches forward doing a face plant on the lawn.  As Elke lay moaning in a fetal position, Olsson removes Elke’s partially destroyed dress leaving her lying topless wearing only panty hose and a brief blue bikini bottom.
 
Ann deposits the remains of what was Elke’s beautiful blue dress at the feet of GF and his two unidentified bimbos. Return to the suffering German who is attempting to recover to her knees, Ann kicks her four or five times in the right thigh using the ball of her foot to dig deep.  Each kick to Elke’s thigh muscle was accompanied by a loud moan from the fallen warrior.  As Elke lies holding her injured thigh, AM drops to her knees and rolls Sommer on to her back. Mounting her waist, Ann pins Elke’s arms next to her body and locks them there with her legs. She then proceeds to slap Elke’s face first in one direction and then the other direction.  For the first time, Elke eyes begin to fill with tears as Ann’s slaps continue hard and precise.  Ann could feel her left eye beginning to swell from Elke’s earlier roundhouse. She will be damned to have to walk around sporting a black eye and have the tabloids publish pictures with the by-line that she got beat up by Elke Sommer. With anger rising, Ann hauls off and hits the defenseless blonde actress square in the left cheekbone. She could see a red spot immediately develop at the point of impact and knew that Elke would have a matching black eye.

Elke hates being slapped and punched in her traffic stopping face and something snapped within her.  With a loud scream, her body erupts, bridging high and flipping the too confident American forward and off of her.  Ann lands chest first on the grass with a muffled cry of pain. Elke twists and scrambles after her grabbing her around the legs as she tried to crawl free.  As AM tries to distance herself by crawling on her elbows, Elke pulls herself up Ann’s body until she is fully on top and hold the struggling redhead pinned on her belly.  As Ann struggles to break the pin, Elke attempts to pull Elke into a head lock.  Ann counters by getting her arm between Elke’s two arms effectively neutralizing the hold. Elke eventually gives up on the headlock and, instead, grabs Ann’s flowing red hair with the left hand pulling back and twisting her head painfully to the left. Once restrained with the right side of her face exposed, Sommer delivers four or five hard slaps to Olsson’s right cheek leaving it red and embossed with her hand print. Her objective is obvious; she is trying to give Olsson another black eye that will be the equal to her already swollen left eye.

Switching her attack, Elke begins punching the pinned woman in the arm, back and ribs. Elke’s powerful punches are accompanied by loud smacking sounds and the quiet grunts of Olsson as her body absorbs the powerful punches. Realizing that she will not gain a submission by punching Olsson in her well muscled back, Elke decides to turn her over. Grabbing Ann’s right arm and pulling it up and back, Elke succeeds in rolling Ann over on to her back.  Interestingly, Ann offers little resistance as she is turned over and Elke re-applies the body pin. For the first time, Elke notices that Ann’s is completely bare-chested with the top of her dress bunched around her waist.  Elke is momentarily mesmerized by the sight of Olsson’s firm tanned large breasts and stiff thick nipples pointing up at her; just the moment that Olsson needs to break her left arm loose and deliver a powerful punch to Elke’s right cheek.

Elke is shocked by the power of the punch and, for a moment, sees stars. As Elke brings her hands up in an instinctive response to protect her face, a second powerful punch rocks the opposite cheek; this time rattling her brain. Reacting to Elke’s glassy eye demure, AM reaches for Olsson’s hair and, twisting to her side, pulls Ann with her. Elke’s waist straddle turns to a ‘guard’ with her knees cupping Ann’s hips as she is rolled on to her back with Ann pinning her head down with a two-handed  hair pull. Her brain is further rattled as Olsson starts bouncing her head off the grass that only partially softens the impact of her head banging against the ground. Elke responds by punching Ann in the sides; punches that are obviously hurting Ann but, not so bad as to make her stop the head pounding.

[Mindcastle]

As Elke laughs irritatingly, almost irrationally, at Ann’s predicament, Ann remains calm realizing that she is in a desperate situation as her head, trapped in a figure four neck lock, is pushed into the grass.  Able to successfully twist her body as Elke pulls her into the figure four, Ann remains on top of Elke lying in a straddling reverse half body pin.  Ann pummels the top of Elke’s right leg with punch after bruising punch as the quivering muscles of Elke’s leg ripple with strain and pain.
 
While Elke holds Ann in the restraining choke hold, Ann, feeling herself becoming light headed, realizes that she cannot hold on for much longer. While still on top of Elke in the reverse chest straddle, Ann brings her knees upwards to a partial sitting position and pulls backward trying to free her head from between Elke’s gradually weakening thighs.  A combination of flowing long red hair and Elke’s sheer panty hose allows Ann to adjust her head enough to stop the choking action.  With her windpipe free, Ann gulps in deep breaths of air as her head nuzzles between Elke’s meaty thighs and her chin presses lightly against Elke’s soft womanhood.  Her first thought is to bite Elke but, after second thought, she decides not to escalate hostilities realizing that the German dominatrix would retaliate in kind when she had the chance.  Instead, Ann reached around and, grabbing Elke’s thighs, runs her hands up and down the back of the German’s woman’s stocking covered thighs stopping at the joint where buttock meets thigh to squeeze and kneed the inside of Elke’s thigh.  Elke bites her own lip and moans in pleasure at the silky touch of Ann’s fingertips trailing up and down her leg and the near contact with her womanhood.  Ann, smelling the first whiff of sexual musk, smiles as she realizes that Elke is beginning to turn on.  At once, Ann realizes that the old horn dog, Glamour Fights, was not exaggerating when he said that Elke was ‘one very hot little dumpling.” 

In the meantime, Ann wants to tame this blonde bimbo once and for all if, for no other reason, than to throw water on her flaming ego. Now that Elke has won the Sex Symbol Tournament, she has become unbearable and somewhat of a bully.

As she is contemplating her next move, Ann feels Elke grip the waistband of the gold lamai dress that remains bunched at her waist.  With one downwards yank, the dress is pulled down to her knees.  Not wanting her legs restricted, Ann violently kicks until the dress falls free of her legs.  One of her kicks catches Elke square on the chin knocking her head back to the ground.  Severely jolted by the kick, Elke lies momentarily dazed on her back. As Elke’s legs drift apart, Olsson breaks the scissors and scurries to the opposite side of the yard thinking that Elke is in hot pursuit.  Looking around; however, she sees Elke struggling to her knees and then to her feet. Stumbling and swaying, Elke tried to clear her head and regain balance.

Moving in on her injured foe with clenched fist, Olsson unloads with body jarring combinations to Elke’s belly, ribs, kidneys and chest.  As Elke tries to cover up, Ann connects with a haymaker to right side of Elke’s face sending her stumbling backward several steps. 
GF smiles at the developed and, turning to his concubines, states: “There is only one thing sexier than a gal with a black eye and that’s two gals with both eyes blackened.”
 
As Elke moves slowly and steadily forward with fist raised, Ann throws another haymaker; but, anticipating the punch, Elke ducks under it and delivered a solid right fist to Ann’s unprepared abs.  Ann’s mouth opens forming an ‘O’ but no sound comes out as she slumps toward Elke grabbing her shoulders and clinching tightly.  As Elke tries to break the clinch, the sound of flesh hitting flesh is heard as Elke drives a bone crushing punch into Ann’s ribs at the same instant that Ann connects with a punch to Elke's belly. Ann cries out in pain and backs away while Elke bends over holding her sore belly gulping in large breaths of air. 

As both women retreat to a safe distance, it appears that neither is anxious to resume the fight.  Both have taken considerable battle damage and are hurting from head to foot.  With eyes slowly swelling shut, neither woman knows how long she can endure in the battle of attrition.

As Elke stands recovering, she takes the waist band of her panty hose and pushes the panties to her ankles all the while watching that Ann will not launch an attack.

“Next time, you won’t get out of my scissors so easily!” Elke threatens.

Rather than getting caught with her panty hose down around her knees, Ann, showing considerable strength, rips her panty hose and peels them off piece by piece.

Wearing only brief French cut bikini bottoms, the ladies begin to circle each other slowly. Both are hurting but neither is willing to admit it and neither will quit until one of them is finished.

“Things are looking up, Mr. Glamour, I believe this fight is going to get very interesting” comments Ms. Y as she take another sip on her gin martini.

“Yea, these bitches are tougher than I thought they were. They’re really giving it to each other.  I wouldn’t mind fighting that feisty redhead.” adds the second muse as she runs her hand up GF’s leg.

“Honey, take your hand off of Mr. Glamour’s leg if you don’t want your hair pulled out by the roots.” Ms. Y threatens.

The sidebar conversation ends as they hear the shrill scream of both women as they run toward each other ……….

[Mindcastle]

“Damn! Damn! Damn!” shouts Ann-Margret to herself as she realizes that Elke was playing possum and slipped her flying tackle.  Bracing for a hard landing, Ann instinctively brings her arms up in front of her to break the fall; however, before she lands, her body is turbo-boosted forward as Elke buries her size 10 foot into Ann’s glorious derriere.  As her hands are flung asunder from the impact of the hard kick, Ann skids across the grass as her face and chest plow a furrow through the thick turf.

Ann turns to see the whereabouts of her rival only to see Elke suspended in mid-air a second before her nice round butt (GF’s words, not mine) slams down on Ann’s bubblicious (my word) ass. “Ooofff!” groans Ann as she takes the full 125 lbs weight of the German blonde slamming down on her buttocks and lower back. Her struggle for air is temporarily suspended as her ribcage is compressed against the grass.
 
As Ann lies on her belly taking deep gulps of air, Elke crawls onto her body and applies a full body pin. Elke’s long muscular legs straddle and cup Ann’s body tight to the hips and her hands hold Ann’s wrists pinned down to the grass and out to the sides.  At first there is no movement as each woman is content to lay there and recover; but, then there is a slight stirring as Elke began to rub her pelvis into Ann-Margret’s internationally acclaimed ass. The rotating circular motion of Elke’s hips becomes more pronounced as she grinds deeper and deeper into Ann-Margret muscular butt causing Ann’s ass cheeks to spread and contract with each circular rotation.  Ann moans but Elke is unable to tell whether it is a moan of pain or pleasure; she suspects that it is the latter. 
True to her ‘hot and sexy’ reputation, Elke enjoys giving Ann the erotic ass massage and can already feel the warm stirring in her lower belly as she dominates her lovely foe.  Turning on and wanting  more, Elke begins to ‘plow’ her hips and crotch into Ann’s butt pushing Ann’s ass forward to its maximum limits and then allowing it to fall back to its natural position only to be plowed forward again. Elke loves pressing her wide hips and prominent pubic bone into the crevice formed by the cheeks of Ann’s most wonderful asset.  As she dry humps Ann, Elke can feel her own juices begin to flow and, for a brief moment, is embarrassed that she is taking her pleasure with another woman’s ass, a secret fantasy that she had harbored for two years.

The dry humping is not physically harming Ann-Margret; however, Ann is suffering psychologically as Elke humiliates her in a way that only another woman could fully understand.
 
“How do you like having your ass beat, Bitch?” Elke taunts.

For the first time, tears of frustration and humiliation are streaming down Ann-Margret’s face. Elke hears Ann whimpering and, raising up into a full waist straddle, releases Ann’s wrists and grabs a handful of Ann’s hair. Twisting Ann’s head painfully to the left, she bears down with her upper body and holds Ann’s face pressed hard into the grass. Blindly reaching backwards, Ann grabs Elke left wrist with her two hands and tries to relieve the heavy downward pressure being placed on her neck and hair.  Delivering a hard slap to the back of her head, Elke asked Ann if she’s had enough.

“No way, Dyke! You can hump me all day; I will not give up to your sorry ass.”  Ann-Margret responds angrily.

“OK – You asked for it and I am going to give it to you good.  Just let me know when you are ready to quit and admit that I am the better woman.”  Elke responds pointedly and delivers another hard slap to Ann’s head. “And, if you ever call me a Dyke again, I will stuff my size 10 boot up your ass.” Elks adds, obviously miffed at being referred to as a Dyke.

With that, Elke sinks her other hand into Ann-Margret’s hair and pulls her head back violently while twisting Ann’s head to an almost 90 degree angle.  Ann issues an ear piercing scream as a shot of pain travels from her neck to her lower back. The pressure on her back and neck are almost unbearable. 

Elke eases up slightly and asked; “Give?”

“No way!” Ann grunts out her answer after hesitating several seconds.

Elke releases one hand from Ann’s hair and cuffs her in the side of the face.  Still trying to relieve the pressure of the painful hair pull with her left hand, Ann covers her face with her right hand to protect from the anticipated barrage of punches; however, Elke delivers three hard slaps to Ann’s offered right breast.  Again, Ann-Margret cries out in agony as four red fingerprints appear on her breasts.
 
“I said, have you had enough?” Elke asked pulling her head around sharply but almost wishing that Ann will concede. Elke would much prefer humping Ann’s firm ass than beating her up, although she must admit that she is feeling quite powerful now that she had subordinated the feisty redhead and has her under complete control.  With that thought, a wave of sexual energy pulses through her body.

“No!” was Ann’s one-word disappointing response.

Pulling back on Ann’s hair once again and lifting her chest off of the ground, Elke grabs Ann full on the right breasts and begins squeezing and twisting the engorged, thick, stiff nipple.

Ann screams as Elke begins to apply pressure to the turgid stub. “I’m going to get you for this, you dirty bitch. You know that, don’t you?”  Ann-Margret threatened between yips cries and moans.
 
“Promises!  Promises! Our ‘tough girl’ isn’t sounding quite so tough at the moment.”  Elke responds sarcastically giving Ann’s breast another pull. “Do you give up yet or do you want me to pull your boob off?” Elke adds with a sadistic smirk on her face.
Ann-Margret tries to marshal her strength and strategize how to get out of these dire circumstances.
 
Elke is riding high in the waist straddle and her lower legs are cupped under Ann’s hips to prevent Ann from rolling Elke over.  Slowly Ann begins to bring her right leg forward with the plan to use it as the lever to roll Elke off of her. Sensing Ann’s discrete movement, Elke looks to her rear to find Ann’s knee almost in place to roll her.  In defense, Elke lift off Ann and comes down hard with her knee digging deep into Ann’s right buttock.  Ann spasms as her gluteus maximus is pulverized a second time and begins to cramp.

“Oh God!” Ann cries as her lower back again explodes in pain.  Her body seems to collapse in defeat as she just lies their moaning with Elke riding her waist.

“Have you had enough, Bitch?”Elke asked sounding arrogant in her near victory.

“I’ll never submit to you, you blonde bitch.” Ann spits out as she pounds her fists into the ground to relieve her pain.

“OK, you stupid broad; have it your way. You won’t be the first bitch that I sent to LaLa land.” Elke said sounding confident that she would end this fight in short order.

Grabbing Ann’s right arms, Elke pulls back on it trying to turn Ann over on to her back.  Elke pulls back until Ann’s body is at a 90 degree angle to the grass and tries to force her over but Ann resists her effort. Putting her full weight and considerable muscle into pushing Ann over on to her back, Elke is completely off balance when Ann stops resisting and moves with Elke.  As Ann’s back hits the grass, she continues her roll as she wraps her legs around Elke and pushes her on to her back.

With positions reversed, Ann-Margret waste little time in grabbing Elke’s long blonde hair and yanking if back and forth with violent tugs.  As Elke’s tries to stop the attack by grabbing at Ann’s wrists, Ann takes the offered opening and punches down at Elke’s head.  Several punches connect and it is apparent that Elke is now in serious trouble as the wild red head unloads on her.
 
In a high risk defense, Elke moves her legs from a guard position to a full body scissors.  As she applies vice like pressure, Ann’s head’s is thrown back as she howls in pain.  As her hands come down to Elke’s knees to break the hold, she screams a second time.  Elke bridges and extends her legs to full length to apply more pressure; Ann shakes her head from side to side in pain.  Taking her hands away from Elke’s legs long enough to lock her fingers together in a tight ball,  Ann, racked with pain and near exhaustion, delivers a bone jarring ax-handle to Elke’s wide open belly.

Elke grunts once and it appears that she is not breathing but then she sucks in a deep breath of air. Her once powerful legs fall away from Olsson’s waist and she lets them drop to the grass in an almost indecent wide open spread.  Ann’s hands goes immediately to her waist moments before she topples over onto the grass.  Both women just lay next to each other moaning as they nurse their tender bellies.
 
“GF, this is a great fight! These women do not want to quit. They have beaten the crap out of each other.  What are you going to do, call it a draw?” asked the precocious Ms. Y.

“No, I am going to let them go until there is a winner.” GF smiles.

“Let’s make it interesting!” said the well endowed Ms. X as she gets up and knees next to Elke.  Before Elke can respond, Ms. X is moving back towards GF with Elke’s panties.
 
“That’s not fair.” Ms. Y announces as she moves towards Ann Margret and removes her panties and returns them to GF.
(To be continued.)

[Glamour Fights]

  Well, I have some suspicions that this catfight in reality, is between Mindcastle and realisticman. I am afraid that the real reason that GF denied to my paparazzi got inside his office, is that two dirty and miserable old men fight each other with two wigs (one blond and one red-haired) on their dirty and pathetic heads. This is the answer at the efforts of GF to take a lot of hair from the floor during the rounds. Shame on you dirty old men!!! I want my money back.

  But I like this double vision of fight. Keep going…

  You (the Americans) are statistic freaks. So I hope that GF has meter how many times the leading has change from the start of fight. Although after the 50th limit, Elke has always the upper hand…

  And my poor opinion is that this fight gave the upper hand at 60s tournament against 70s, 80s and (yes) 50s!!! Well this and Raquel’s participation of course…

  Well and the document as realisticman tries to escape from Mindcastle headlock, as their wigs flew away. Oh god I feel sick…you miserable and pathetic dirty old men…oh god my stomach….

Barbosa, what you must keep in mind when reading these fight descriptions that they are eye witness accounts. And it is well known that eye witness accounts are not completely accurate, particularly when the observers are biased as Mindcastle and realisticman are. You can tell they aren't quite accurate if you go back and read their descriptions in detail. You will see some contradictions and incompatibilities. I am not saying that either is reporting the fight purposely one way or the other. They are reporting what they see but that their observations are influenced by their biases. All observations are subjective, not objective. There are a few things you can conclude from reading both descriptions.
1. Both women have super recuperative abilities. Elke more so than Ann-Margret because, according to Mindcastle, she has been beaten almost to the point of being knocked out but several times has always been slightly ahead since the 50th vote mark as you have pointed out. Even so, Ann-Margret seems to have recuperated quite a bit also and seems to be making a comeback. I am not sure but I thought I saw a big wad of cash in Mindcastle's hands. Could he be buying votes?
2. Ann-Margret is super flexible and agile as described by Mindcastle and pointed out my realisticman. She is a great dancer and singer in the eyes of most of us but I don't think any of us knew she had training as a gymnast. If she uses those talents in bed she must be a tremendous sexual partner - way better than Raquel.

As far as realisticman and Mindcastle fighting you are mistaken. They are gentlemen. Secondly, they wouldn't dare fight as my two cohorts would take care of them quickly. In the photo you show I see it differently. It looks to me like Mindcastle has it in mind to kiss realisticman - UGH!!!!

I do like statistics but I have not kept track of how many times the fight has switched back and forth.

Finally I have had my own private investigator following you and taking pictures of you with Raquel. He also has some photographs of Raquel after her fights. As soon as I can get this digitized I will display them in the 1960s Sex Symbol results topic. Be prepared .....

[Mindcastle]

What ME biased? You've got to be kidding!!! I am just lending support to my old friend.

Also, that is definitely not my picture. I am not old or bald like Barbosa. While I am no whipper-snapper, I am still hard charging and young at hard.

Given Barbosa's insinations and GF's claim regarding our the consistency and objectiveness of our reporting, I will recommend to Realisticman that we contain our enthusiasm and discontinue reporting on the fight until it is over. After all, now that the women are naked, they may want us to be more discrete in our reporting of the events. And, of course, I would not want to be responsible for that old fart, Barbosa, having a heart attack when he sees the utter destructiono and humiliateion of a beautiful movie star.

[Mindcastle]

Realisticman, Please don't be concerned with Barbosa's incessant ranting.  He lost his mind years ago when Charlize Theron held him in a Figure Four chock hold and cut off his supply of oxygen for too long. He obviously suffered brain damage. Since then, he has been spouting gibberish and it would appear that some of it is rubbing off on GF in his advancing age as he questions our credibility and objectiveness. We should tolerate Barbosa because he is such a sweet boy and GF because he is rich and powerful.
 
By the way, these two-way radios have worked well. I would have missed some things if you did not bring them to my attention.  I agree with GF to a limited degree that we probably have different perspectives on the same fight.  After all, we are on different sides of the yard and viewing at different angles. It is obvious that you did not see Ann twist around when Elke pulled her into a figure-four head lock.  She is not Wonder Woman; she is a smart fighter. You will see her quick twisting move when we review the re-runs. So, I would say that we have different viewing perspectives, not necessary biases as postulated by the GF (aka: God Father). Quite frankly, I would not mind being stranded on a desert island with either beauty although I believe Cassandra Peterson would make a much hotter and a more creative castaway.

Let's go join GF yard-side. I don't know about you but I am getting a little tired sitting up in this tree with my military binoculars peering over GF's 8 foot brick wall. It is very difficult to write down notes about the fight and even more difficult to read my own writing when I give my update.
 
GF sees us up here and he doesn't have the courtesy to invite us in.  He has become very selfish and possessive since this tournament began. For all his planning and intrigue, he did not notice that he left the back gate unlocked. So, while the ladies are recovering, let's sneak in. Once we are in, GF will not be able to deny us staying to enjoy the fight if, and when, it continues.  Hey, which one do you want, Ms. Y or Ms. X.  I am sure that you realize that these women gloat over GF because of his wealth and past reputation. It is called the "Hefner" complex. They are drawn to him by his money and the fact that, at his advanced age, is no longer very demanding. They are definitely ripe for the picking, if you know what I mean. I heard from Vassago that they are ‘massage therapist’. Perhaps, in a weak moment, GF hired the therapist to work on Elke and Ann after the fight. They sure look as if they will need a good massage after the doctors patch them up.
 
Hold it! Hold it! The women are beginning to move. Can you believe it? 

Look! Look! They have rolled over and are on all fours. Elke is slowly crawling towards Ann-Margret and Ann is starting to move towards her. It is obvious that they are exhausted by their slow, labored movement. How much longer can this go on?

Hey, they are up on their knees and grabbing for each other’s hair. How much fight is left in them? This is amazing; what fighting spirits! Then again, by now, they are superb athletes in their own right, having trained for and fought in 32 tournament matches with each woman ending with identical records.  Could we expect any less?

Elke seems to have gotten a more effective hair grab than Ann and is shaking her head back and forth like a wet wash rag.  There is some wisdom in wearing pigtails. Ann cannot seem to get the necessary leverage on Elke’s hair to respond in kind and is obviously fighting a defensive battle.

TIMBER! … There they go. Elke overpowers the shorter redhead and takes Ann down and pins her on her back with Ann’s hands extended and pinned high over her head.
 
Elke must be tired because she has left herself vulnerable allowing Ann to bring her legs upwards to rest them on Elke’s waist in a guard position. Ann is in a perfect position to roll Elke over but will she have the strength to turn the tables on the stubborn blonde? The two women just lay there with one resting on top of the other. It is a rather erotic sight as Elke’s hard pointy nipples dig into Ann’s thick, stiff stubs. The sight of Elke lying atop Ann with legs spread for balance and leverage while Ann’s legs cup Elke’s hips in, what to some, would be considered a submissive position is almost mind-blowing. Elke is not trying to solidify her position and Ann is making no attempt to extricate herself. They are in another stare-down and Elke is saying something to Ann and Ann is shaking her head “No”.
 
Did you see that? I think that Elke just pumped her crotch into Ann’s. Oh man, this is getting interesting.

Come on; Realisticman, let’s get down to the yard. I believe that they have decided to finish this fight woman to woman. Your gal may be on top for the moment but, at this point, anything can happen. Ann is one hot mama and Elke just may get burned if she thinks that she has what it takes to cool that flame.

Hey folks, Realisticman and I will be signing off now.  I believe that we will be too occupied with GF’s two young ladies to continue our reporting.  Please be patient, I am sure that the God Father will render an exciting summary after the ladies finish taking each other to task.

[smotherme]

Get Angie Dickenson to be the ref and maybe they both can turn on her. Interesting turn of events for them to actually team up.

[Glamour Fights]

Get Angie Dickenson to be the ref and maybe they both can turn on her. Interesting turn of events for them to actually team up.

There are no referees here. This is not a scheduled fight but an impromptu one that started when they came to my office to find out what I had decided about who was the winner. The fight is a personal one between Elke and Ann-Margret. No rules except what they decide and the fight ends when they decide it is over.

Now if you want to send Angie around to watch the fight I am sure I can keep her entertained and well fed while she watches the fight. Personally I don't thin she should tangle with either if she knows what is good for her. I wouldn't want to see "the best legs in Hollywood" suffer any bruises or damages.

@Mindcastle and @realisticman. It is nice to learn that I am wealthy and powerful. What Barbosa and I have that neither of you do is class. We are both gentleman who treat out ladies with respect and admiration. They respond positively to intellectual conversation. Something you two might want to try sometime.

I don't think what Mindcastle and realisticman see is what is really happening. I know it looks like the fight has turned sexual, particularly as that is what these two horny, classless old codgers want to see. If you would closely with objective eyes you can see they are both resting and stalling for time. When one of them feels confident enough I am sure it will break out into an all out war again. Only after truly establishing her supremacy will one of them possible turn hte other into her sexual slave but not until then.  Don't be surprised if that ear nibbling turns into a real bite

[Glamour Fights]

I would add that the fight is far from over, at least I hope it isn't. Both fighters are getting a good rest and are reviving their strength and energies. I have no idea which one will come out the winner if either does. Elke is on top in the better position. She might suddenly pin Ann-Margret's wrist to the ground so she can slug her, choke her or break free of her legs and schoolgirl trap her.  but Ann-Margret has her legs dangerously close to applying her patented waist scissors. If her legs aren't so tired she could easily squeeze what little resistance Elke has left out of her. I think the fight will suddenly erupt into a real battle again as soon as one thinks she can make her move successfully. Then again, they have surprised me in the past so something else could happen.

[byline]

I have been watching the fight from a vantage point on a mountain in Beverly Glen that overlooks Glamour Fights estate. I had picked Elke in the last fight and but wasn’t so sure how it would turn out this time when I heard that a fight had broken out. Ann probably should be favored because she won last time although it wasn’t a convincing win. She had worn a split legged dress like she was not and Elke had fought in a white bikini. So Ann was more than likely more used to fighting in such a dress. Even so I kind of favored Elke. Maybe she was just a sentimental favorite. The fight has taken a turn in Ann-Margret’s favor. She has Elke down and  maybe out for the count. Can she hold on or will Elke find a way to get out of an almost impossible situation. Here is what I saw happen to put Elke in her current predicament much to Ann’s joy.

I had not idea what was going on until Ann and Elke burst through the door where Ann had jumped on Elke’s back. Since then the fight has been going back and forth. Both fighters seemed to have had a chance at victory but couldn’t finish the deal. Elke seemed to have more chances and be in more control more but the fight was going back and forth The two were not almost motionless as it looked like both were near exhaustion. If there was a winner now I thought it would be Ann. She should have the greater stamina because of her dancing and athletic activities. But it also depended on who had taken the greater beating. This also seemed to favor Ann as Elke had taken more punches as far as I could observe.

Yet Elke had Ann-Margret on her back and was lying on her. It was hard to tell from my distance who actually had the advantage. I could see Ann’s thighs on the sides of Elke’s hips with her legs curled under her butt across Elke’s thighs. Both seemed to be resting or even starting to engage in some foreplay. I couldn’t be sure. I ran down the hill as fast as I could to get into better position. Ah hah! Someone had broken the lock on Glamour Fights privacy gate. I pushed my way in and stealthily snuck up using bushes for cover. I wasn’t sure how uninvited guests would be treated. Just as I got as close as I dared I heard a loud scream from one of the women. I figured Ann probably had locked her thighs on Elke’s waist and was squeezing the  life out of her.

Nope, it was Ann who was screaming. Elke’s hands were between her body and Ann’s but I could tell she had latched her claws into Ann’s large and soft breasts. She was mauling the hell out of them. In her weakened state I figure Ann would quit to stop the pain. Ann reached between their bodies looking for Elke’s tits. Either she couldn’t find them or couldn’t get a grip on Elke’s rather small tits. The pain from Elke’s tit mauling seemed to be too much for Ann to try and locate Elke’s nipples.

Ann pulled her arms back out. She took ahold of Elke’s hair with both hands. By this time Elke’s pigtails had become unraveled from the previous pulling. Ann whipped Elke’s head around something fiercely and pounded the back of her head on the grass. Elke doubled her efforts on Ann’s boobs. Ann screamed louder and her cheeks became wet with tears. Ann gave placed her hands on Elke’s shoulders. She did this to keep Elke from sliding up and to use Elke’s shoulders for leverage. She pulled her legs up from around Elke’s hips to the sides of Elke’s waist. The muscles in Ann’s quadriceps bulged and strained as she applied more and more pressure. Elke may have been torturing Ann’s boobs but Ann’s thighs would crush her. She had to do something.

Elke inserted her arms between Ann’s thighs and her body. She pushed her palms down on her own hips to gain leverage to push Ann’s thighs slightly apart. Ann tried to pull one of Elke’s arms out by pulling on it with both her arms. But it was wedged in too tight, trapped by her own squeezing. So Ann loosened her legs slightly. Elke reacted quickly. She turned inside of the scissors so now her back was against Ann. Elke also managed to fall to the side. Both Ann and Elke were on their sides. Ann behind Elke but with the scissors. She grabbed Elke’s hair and pulled her head back.

Elke gritted her teeth. She managed to bring up a leg and insert her foot between Ann’s calves. She pushed down and forced Ann’s ankle lock apart. Ann countered by rolling Elke onto her stomach. They ended up with Elke on her stomach, Ann on Elke’s back and Ann’s legs wrapped around Elke’s thighs with her feet just about Elke’s knees. Ann let go of Elke’s hair and inserted her arms under Elke’s armpits and then intertwined her gingers on the back of Elke’s neck. A little bit of Elke’s hair was also trapped helping to secure the full nelson.

Elke struggled to get out from under Ann but had no way of doing it. She tried to bring her elbows down to break Ann’s full nelson. She no longer had enough strength to do it against Ann’s interlocked fingers. Ann slide her body  up to put more pressure on Elke’s chest and head. She pushed down hard on the back of Elke’s head driving her face into the ground. Elke tried to use her strong legs to lift her and Ann’s butt to turn them over. But Ann’s legs were under Elke’s thighs holding her legs up so she couldn’t push hard on the ground. All Elke could do was to kick her legs at the knees indicating just what a helpless position she was in.

Ann moved up even further so Elke’s head was now hidden under the top part of Ann’s chest. Elke reached forward and her hands came out from under. She twisted her wrist around looking for Ann’s hair but Ann kept her head back out of the way. Elke was waving her hand and kicking her feet back and forth. It wasn’t clear if she was signaling surrender or not. Ann has Elke so complete immobilized it looks like all she has to do is to hold her there and sooner or later Elke will have to surrender. It won’t be long now.

Just in case you don’t understand by description of how Ann-Margret trapped Elke her are some representative pictures that indicate what I am talking about. Just imaging a nude Ann-Margret and a nude Elke Sommer on grass.
Firs Ann-Margret clamps a full nelson on Elke with her legs around her.

Then Ann-Margret stretches Elke out

Ann-Margret rolls Elke towards her stomach

Elke can just kick her legs as Ann-Margret smothers her

Looks like Elke’s goose is cooked as Ann-Margret has her immobilized with no way out

[Mindcastle]

I go the men's room for a moment and, when I get back, i find Ann laying on her back on the lawn looking dazed and disoriented. Elke is sitting cross-legged but exhausted next to her. What happened? Did those two hussies that were identified as GF's concubines interject themselves in the fight? Did they prevent the fight from reaching a conclusion for their own selfish benefit? Tell me. What in the heck happened?

[Vassago]

Glamour Fights is probably on a cruise around the world with both Elke and Ann-Margaret on his side 

[Mindcastle]

He well deserves it. That was a great tournament and, as you know, it takes an awful lot of work. Perhaps when he comes back, he will tell us how Elke turned the fight at the very last moment. Was it a KO, a Submission or something more sinister? Those two bimbos sitting next to GF were definitely up to no good. I would have given you my report but the old geaser had me and Byline escorted off the premise when our presence became known.

[Glamour Fights]

     Vassago has been correct in that I have been traveling except it wasn’t a cruise. I prefer jet setting about. Neither Elke nor Ann-Margret were with me as both were in no shape for traveling let alone other more interesting activities after their fight. I won’t say who was with me but I spent a lot of time in Austria, specifically in Wien and Salzburg. You can make of that what you wish.
     As far as how Elke Sommer reversed fortunes and ended up getting the better of Ann-Margret Olssen I am not too sure myself. Once Elke got buried under Ann-Margret and her movements grew weaker and weaker I figured the fight was over. It looked like Ann-Margret would just hold her there until Elke either passed out or feebly admitted defeat. I turned my attention to, uh, other interests beside me, My attention was diverted back to the fight when I heard Ann-Margret give out a blood curdling yell with those powerful lungs of a singer. When I looked up Elke had both of her hands in Ann-Margret’s hair and was pulling her down while rearing her sexy butt up on her knees. She sent Ann-Margret’s equally sexy – or even sexier – butt up in the air and over Ann-Margret’s head as she hung onto Ann-Margret’s hair. Ann-Margret landed hand on her back knocking the win out of her and obviously sending pain up her tail bone. Elke quickly sunk both her hands into Ann-Margret’s bare breasts, clawing and twisting them something fierce. Ann-Margret’s screaming continued non stop.
     Elke used her grip on Ann-Margret’s much larger breasts to pull herself forward over Ann-Margret’s face. Fortunately for my ears than muffled Ann-Margret’s screams to only about 110 decibels. Elke then let go of one breasts and slammed the edge of her palm on a chop right between Ann-Margret’s spread legs. She did some more damage down there with her fingers that I couldn’t quite see exactly what she was doing. It dif raise the decibel level from Ann-Margret to about 130 dB.
     Finally Elke pulled herself up so her somewhat pudgy belly spread out over all of Ann-Margret’s face. The little bit of extra flesh – a lot of fat according to Ann-Margret – blocked any air from entering Ann-Margret’s lungs and she passed out. Elke then rolled to the side and rested as she was too exhausted to stand up immediately. Finally she managed to slowly get to her feet. She managed to put one foot on Ann-Margret’s belly and pushed her toes in to show that her belly was as soft as Elke’s was. I am not sure she really convinced us of this. She had trouble standing and was teetering to keep her balance. Finally she seemed to eye Ann-Margret’s large breasts and was obviously jealous of them. She stomped her heel on one and then the other, smashing them flat. She pressed down on the right one, pressing it until the flesh spread way out around her foot and then stood in the traditional victory bicep pose. “I guess I proved I am the better woman over this bitch once and for all.” Then she staggered off barely able to keep her balance as Ann-Margret continued to lie there without moving a muscle.
     How Elke actually reverse seems to be a bit of a controversy as different versions were given by Elke and Ann-Margret afterwards. First Elke’s version.
     “The fat bitch had me flat on my stomach with my legs held up so I couldn’t use them. I was already exhausted and could barely move as her full nelson had my arms trapped. Her fat body was driven all the energy out of my. I wiggled and squirmed just enough to free my hands enough to get a grip on her hair. A couple of hard yanks on her tender scalp caused her to yell and lose concentration. That allowed me to free my much sexier and powerful legs. I brought my knees up under me and rose up to buck all that fat off me. She went flying ass over tea kettle leaving her exposed for me to finish her off. You saw the rest as I inflicted much pain on her and then smothered her out.”
     Ann-Margret reported it slightly differently.
     “I had the weak, shapeless bitch pinned and immobile. I was enjoying feeling her frail body squirm under mine and quite frankly was getting even a little aroused. I released my legs from gripping her in order to move into position to dry hump her for the benefit of you people watching. This would be my final humiliation of the bitch before she passed out under me. As I slid into position the cheater grabbed my hair and pulled my head sideways. She latched her vicious teeth onto my ear. That is when you heard my loud scream as I though she was going to bite it completely off. I let go of the full nelson to try and pry her teeth from my ear. As she began to actually chew on my ear I lost all concentration which allowed her to buck me off. You know the rest. My ear was too sore and caused a complete loss of concentration so I couldn’t fight back. I am just lucky the doctors were able to reattach it and fix it so no scars will remain. Elke cheated to win. We are not one to one in our fights and I will fight her again. Of that you can be sure. I will also destroy her without any mercy. Of that you can also be sure. She won’t be able to bite me as I will knock out all her teeth”
      One final note, inspection of Ann-Margret’s ear was inconclusive as to whether Elke had bitten it or not. At least not enough evidence for me to get involved in settling the controversy. Maybe sometime in the future one of them can force the other to tell the truth.

     One more thing. As for Byline and Mindcastle being escorted off that was done at the request of the two lovely young ladies with me. They didn’t like the way the older fellows were leering at them and felt in immediate danger. Try as I may to assure them that both Byline and Mindcastle were harmless and probably unable to perform even if they wanted to - this was the days before Viagra - my compatriots weren’t convinced and wanted them removed.

[Mindcastle]

Well, I always said that I preferred a definitive ending and putting Ann-Margret into La-La land is definitive.  It sounded like a fair fight to me and the perfect ending, albeit, my girl lost.  They will fight again, I am sure. The next time; however, they will fight naked and I am sure that Ann-Margret will shag Elke like she has never been done before.