Nancy vs JeanAs Nancy’s taped fist pounded into her jaw, sweat went flying into the air as Jean’s hair whipped from the blow and her eyes drifted off into a daze. She was trapped in the corner of the ring, her arms propped up on the bottom ropes. Nancy was seated in her lap and just teeing off on her…one vicious haymaker after another…as she thoroughly relished finishing off her arch rival.
The two women had been fighting each other for years, since their high school years. They were in their early 30’s now. Always evenly-matched, the advantage had gone back and forth many times. Jean had seemed on the verge of ending the rivalry a few years ago, when, after a particularly nasty extreme-rules contest, she had not only vanquished Nancy but sent her to an extended hospital stay with internal injuries.
However Jean then made what turned out to be a critical mistake. She got pregnant. The time off she took to have her daughter and the toll it took on her conditioning, created an opportunity for Nancy. The brunette trained like a demon and through a series of taints and dares was able to lure Jean back into the ring for yet another rematch.
Jean was still a formidable fighter and she was very competitive with Nancy for the first 20 minutes or so of the contest. She even had Nancy on the verge of a submission with an extended abdominal stretch. However the brunette’s better conditioning came into play as Jean started getting tired. Nancy was able to slip out of the abdominal stretch and then stunned Jean with a series of head-butts to the bridge of the blonde’s nose before pounding her head into one of the corner turnbuckles.
Nancy then pushed Jean into the corner and started pounding punches into Jean’s lower back and kidneys until she brought the blonde to the verge of paralysis. She relished every moment as her rock-hard firsts tenderized the flesh of her hated blonde enemy.
She had always been jealous of goodie two shoes Jean. Jealous of her good looks, her hot husband and now her status as a mother. Nancy, by contrast, was a bit of a mess. Perpetually single, never able to hold a job down and mentally unstable.
Not now though. Now she was totally focused.
She leaned into Jean, pressing her body against Jean’s, squashing her against the ring ropes.
“Not so hot now, are you Jean?” Nancy taunted her. “Looks like you’ve lost your edge! Hahahaha!”
She then lifted up Jean’s head by grabbing her ponytail.
“Look, blondie, look…” Nancy commanded.
Jean looked out into the crowd and saw her family. Her husband looked horrified at the beating she was taking, while her young daughter was crying.
“s-stop…s…s-stop…” Jean mumbled in protest.
“No.” replied a hard-hearted Nancy.
She then beat down Jean into the corner, blasting her with punches to the face, which is where we came in.
After a few more right crosses, Jean was on the verge of passing out.
“Ropes!” Nancy commanded her ring attendants. One of them dutifully brought over some burlap ropes to the brunette. She had made sure to stipulate that this was a no-holds barred match so weapons were allowed.
She quickly tied Jean’s hands behind her, virtually eliminating the chances of a miracle comeback. She also tied ropes more loosely around Jean’s waist and her neck for future use.
Dragging Jean into the middle of the ring by one leg, Nancy lied down and started grinding her elbow into the back of Jean’s thigh and the n into her right kneecap. The steady, grinding pressure made Jean squirm like a bug, and her eyes start tearing up in anguish…
‘oh God….god…..no….stop…..h-hurts so much….please…”
“Beg me, blondie.” Nancy commanded in an icy tone.
“P-please…please…I beg you…please stop….” Jean whimpered.
“Who is the better woman?” Nancy commanded, before smashing elbows into Jean’s kneecap.
“Aaagghhhh! You are! You are! Please!” Jean sobbed.
“Remember when you knocked me out, Jeannie? Remember when you put me in the hospital?”
“Gunghhhh!” Jean sputtered.
“Look at your mommy, now, kid. Look at how pathetic she is!” Nancy laughed, as the crowd started booing her.
Finally, after dislocating Jean’s knee, Nancy relinquished.
The reprieve was brief though. Nancy scooted around to position herself behind Jean’s head and locked her thighs around Jean’s neck, trapping her in a tight figure four head scissors.
This was actually Jean’s go-to move and it added to her already considerable humiliation to have her arch-rival apply it to her. Nancy’s legs were impossible firm and string after training like crazy for months. They fitted perfectly around Jean’s long, slender throat, quickly choking her into a daze.
Jean’s hands were still tied so she couldn’t even tap out.
Nancy’s figure-4 robbed her of the ability to speak so she couldn’t verbally submit.
There wasn’t even a ref to rescue her. There was nothing she could do but wait for Nancy to release her, something the brunette showed no sign of doing anytime soon.
Nancy pulled back on her left foot to add pressure on her already crushing figure four. She felt an almost orgasmic delight as she felt Jean’s body stiffen and then looked down and saw a long line of drool drip out of the corner of the blondes lips onto the brunette’s thigh.
“Oh my God. You’re so disgusting, Jean. Don’t you have any dignity? Your family is watching!” Nancy taunted her, slapping her in the face.
Jean swore she would get her revenge on the brunette for this humiliation…but that was based on an assumption that she would live to fight another day. As her eyes closed and darkness washed over her, with no sign of Nancy loosening her killer figure four, that was a dangerous assumption.
