Super Rivals

by

Ronin

c2001

Lana Lang lay sprawled on the canvas. Not far from her, standing in a

neutral corner, Lois Lane beamed. Lana could hear somebody counting.

It was Wonder Woman. She was up to five. Lana rolled over on her

stomach. She could hear her Aunt exhorting her to get up.

The red head had gotten to her knees as the amazon princess reached

seven.

Superman had gone to New Krypton for a well deserved vacation. Lana

had gotten a call from Metropolis. It was Lois, of course.

"Listen Bitch," Lois began abruptly, "Superman and I would have been

married if you didn't keep getting in the way. Either stay in that hick

town of yours and out of Metropolis, or come face me woman to woman."

Lana was taken aback by the vehemence of Lois's verbal attack. She was

outraged by it. Her anger got the better of her as she answered her

raven haired rival.

"I'll fight you anywhere you want!" the redhead screamed over the

phone.

"Come to the city in two weeks." Lois demanded, "Superman is going out

of town then, way out of town. We can have it out, then."

"You got it!" Lana exclaimed, and hanged up loudly.

Lois smiled wickedly. It had gone exactly as she had planned. For the

last year, she had been spending two hours a day in the gym. She had

been taking lessons in boxing and wrestling. It was useful in her

profession to know how to defend oneself. So, not withstanding

encounters with the odd mad scientist, the sporadic hostile alien, or

the random super criminal, she would be found at her fitness club

hitting the heavy bag, lifting weights, or running the track. She

expected to take Lana apart with ease.

As soon as she hung up, Lana had gone to her local Y. She signed up

for two self defense classes. She had been going to her health spa

twice or three times a week. She was in good shape, but her regimen was

no where as demanding as her big city rival.

So, the two weeks had gone by, and the two young women had met at the

Metropolis Municipal Gymnasium An old boxing ring was set up there.

It was relatively small, not leaving much room to maneuver. They were

wearing bikini briefs, boxing gloves, and cross trainers. Lois was

wearing black briefs. Lana's were red. The gym was full of Lois's

friends. Lana had brought her Aunt Lottie for moral support.

The ace reporter smiled at the small town girl. "I'm going to wipe

the canvas with that hick bitch." she told her seconds. She shadow

boxed in her corner. She was eager for the fight to begin.

Lana was not as enthusiastic. For two weeks the small town beauty had

trained intensively for the bout. She had immediately regretted her

outburst two weeks ago. She feared she had fallen into a trap set by

her dark haired rival.

Her fear was justified when the bell signaled the first round. The

redhead was rocked by a left to the jaw, followed by a right to the

bustline, and another left deep into the solar plexus. Lana doubled

over in pain. The sudden shock of being hit three times was like

nothing she had ever imagined. She staggered when Lois hit her square

in the face with a right jab.

The reporter laughed maliciously, "C'mon Honey," she exhorted, "The

fun is just starting!"

Lois whacked the redhead in the jaw again. Lana went reeling into

the ropes. Relentlessly, the dark haired beauty pursued her redheaded

rival, ruthlessly attacking Lana's breasts and belly. The poor small

town beauty could only try to endure the beating as she laid helplessly

on the ropes.

Mercifully, the bell rang, ending the round. Lois strolled

confidently back to her corner. Lana struggled to return to hers.

Lauren, Lana's cousin and second, was appalled, "How much more can you

take of that, Sweetheart?' she asked Lana.

"I can stand anything if it means having Superman all to myself." Lana

replied.

Round two began as the first round had. Lois was beating the redhead

around the ring. The small town beauty tried to stand her ground, but

the Metropolis reporter was just too skilled. Lana wrapped her lovely

arms around Lois's flawless shoulders, but the dark haired girl just

continued to bang at the redhead's gorgeous body. Lana went to the

canvas when Lois executed a text-book perfect upper-cut. Wonder Woman

began the count. Lana was up at seven. Her eyes were glazed. She

spent the rest of the round desperately holding on to her rival, trying

to stay on her feet.

To Lana's relief, the bell finally signaled the end of the round. She

staggered back to the corner. She sat down heavily on her stool.

Lauren broke a capsule of amonia under her fighter's nose. Lana sat up

with a start. She was revived a bit, but in terrible pain. Her

beautiful body was paying an awful price for her love for Superman.

Lois Lane looked across the ring at her rival. She smiled

maliciously. Her plan had worked perfectly. Within two more rounds,

Lana would be reduced to a pile of bruised flesh, and the Man of Steel

would be hers.

As the third round began, the big city girl continued to dominate her

small town rival. Soon, Lana was on the ropes, as her dark haired

opponent continued to batter her voluptuous body with blow after

unrequited blow. Then Lana caught Lois on the side of the head with a

haymaker that came out of nowhere. Miss Lane staggered as her legs

turned to rubber. Lana connected again with an under hand to the belly

coming from the floor. It lifted Lois' feet off the canvas, before

putting her on her back.

Wonder Woman had reached six before the reporter was able to stand

up. The redhead pounced on the big city girl like a tigress on a

wounded antelope. Lois was not given a second to recuperate before she

was battered with rights and lefts. The dark haired beauty tried to

keep her guard up, but Lana bore down with renewed fervor. She knew she

could not afford lo allow her dark haired opponent to rally, so she was

relentless in her pursuit of her rival. The redhead pummeled Lois' tits

and tummy. She sent jab after jab into her antagonist's pretty face.

Lois began to stagger around the ring like an inexperienced B girl who

has had too much to drink. Lana was hitting her wherever and whenever

she wanted.

The fiery redhead backed the dark haired beauty into a corner,

thrashing the gorgeous reporter without mercy. Again and again, Lana

drilled Lois' body with short, hard rights and lefts. Her arms hanging

over the top ropes in a desperate bid to stay erect, the big city girl

was helpless under this onslaught. The small town girl laughed as she

repayed Lois for every dirty trick and insult to which the more

cosmopolitan woman had subjected her.

Finally, the bell rang ending the third round. Lois slid down the ring

post to her derriere. She was a mess. She was bleeding from her mouth

and nose. Her left eye was shut. Her body was mottled with bruises.

Her corner girls helped her to her stool, and tried to revive her as

best they could.

Lana returned triumpantly to her corner. The truth was, though, she

was no better shape than her dark haired rival. The first two rounds

had taken their toll on the fiery maned beauty, and her seconds worried

that she might have punched herself out that last round.

When the bell rang to begin the fourth round, both fighters put on a

brave show. At first, Lana tried to take advantage of the pounding she

had given Lois in the last round, but the dark haired beauty had

recovered quickly enough to defend herself. They came toe to toe in the

center of the ring, and began to pound each other with complete

abandon. Every blow was answered with another blow. Lana landed a

right to Lois' head. Lois responded with a boob buster to Lana's left

tit. The small town girl buried her left deep into the ace reporter's

midriff. Lois' eyes went round with shock. She hit the redhead in the

jaw. The small town girl was dazed, but managed to launch a right to

the big city girl's bustline. The combatants were fueled by white hot

passion. Niether could imagine life without the Man of Steel. Both

knew the loser would forfeit Superman's love forever. By the end of the

round, both women were weak from fatigue. They wrapped their arms

around each other in a sweaty clinch of mutual exhaustion. Their hot,

sticky bodies seemed glued together by perspiration. They glared at

each other with baleful hatred.

When the bell rang, Wonder Woman had to physically separate the

rivals. The two antagonists stumbled to their corners. Their seconds

worked feverishly to revive them. Everyone was sure that the upcoming

round would be decisive.

The bell rang. The two adversaries advanced slowly on each other.

Lana, eager to be done with it, launched a haymaker at Lois' head. The

dark haired beauty easily slipped under the punch, and planted her

gloved fists deep into Lana's gut. She followed this with a devestating

upper-cut to the redheaded vixen's breasts. Finally, Lois unloaded with

a straight right hand into Lana's face.

For a moment, the small town girl just stood there, a blank look on

her pretty face. Then, she toppled to the mat.

Someone was counting. Lana heard someone else exhorting her to get

up. It was her aunt. She got to her hands and knees. Wonder Woman

was up to seven. The redhead got her feet under her. She was ready to

stand up. Then nothing happened. The redhead could not move another

millimeter. She tried to summon every last ounce of will to rise, but

there was nothing left. All her strength was gone. She collapsed back

down to the canvas in a fleshy heap. She had given everything she had,

and it had not been enough. She whimpered in abject despair. Her once

beautiful body was reduced to a mass of bruised flesh.

Lois, standing in a neutral corner, raised her arms in victory as

Wonder Woman reached ten. She kicked her defeated rival onto her back,

planting a foot on one of poor Lana's battered boobs.

"I told you you should have stayed in that hick town of yours." the

dark haired beauty said, standing over her conquered adversary, "Come

near Superman ever again, and I'll do worse."