Two Hot-Tempered Temptresses Tussle

by T Trolley

 

 

Shawn had been through a very tough life, living in a lower middle class

neighborhood in a small town in Iowa with limited income potential. She got

in with the wrong crowd soon after she graduated from high school and ended

up being prosecuted. The only thing that saved her from a long jail term was

the judge's pity, who sent her to a rehabilitation center. But while there,

Shawn buckled down and became a model citizen and, after only a year,

graduated from the program and had her record expunged.

 

She was 22 years old when I met her. At the time, she was a brunette with

brown eyes, about 5-3, weighed about 140 lbs. and looked like Farah Fawcett

-- if you added about 30 lbs. --  and a vivaciousness that was very

attractive to me. She also had a temper that was unbelieveable. If anything

didn't go her way, you could literally watch her come to a boil. Her face

would redden and her eyes would bulge out. I often wondered what would

happen if she ever lost complete control.

 

We married, but our relationship fell apart after three years when she left.

She continued to taunt me from a distance and threatened to come to the

trailer where I lived and steal everything I owned while I was at work.

(Yep, I guess the rehab treatment didn't hold too well.)

 

About a year after our divorce, I met Teresa. She was a 32-year-old legal

secretary and was a gorgeous green-eyed redhead from Detroit who was 5-2 and

a quarter (she was always insistent about that quarter inch), weighed about

145 lbs. and from the neck down looked just like Dolly Parton as she was a

40DD.

 

From the moment I met her, she told me of her physical fighting ability and

exploits -- long before I told her what a "turn-on" that was for me. She

also told me she had had lots of fights in her past as she was a former girl

streetgang leader. She also had lots of fights against other girls in her

school and often went to other schools to look for more girls to fight. She

also knew a few amateur wrestling moves that she picked up as a cheerleader

for her high school boy's wrestling team. She even drew sketches for me

depicting herself fighting other women. In two sketches, she had herself in

a cheetah costume pinning two other women, putting one in a headlock and

also being put in a reverse facelock/choke. Just looking at these sketches

showed me that she was definitely a "combative woman" as she knew too much

to not have been involved in fighting herself. In fact, she once claimed

claimed that she could get out of any hold, so I schoolboy pinned her and,

after giving me a big smile, began turning her head to the right and digging

her teeth into my wrist to escape.

 

She was streetwise and knew how to take care of herself but was still the

ultimate in femininity. She said she had a motto when it came to fighting,

which was, "I may be a runt, but by the time I'm done with you you'll know I

was there." But, like Shawn, she was one of those people who could give a

person a glare that, if looks could kill, would have slain the person on the

spot. In other words, she had one heckuva temper as well.

 

One Saturday morning I received a call from Shawn. She said she was going to

come over and "talk" to me. I called Teresa and she said, "I'll be right

over. Don't worry about a thing. I'll take care of her. And if something

happens between her and I, you just stay out of it and don't even get

involved."

 

I hung up and thought that there might very well be fireworks in my mobile

home. Teresa arrived about 10 minutes later. She was in a reddish brown

sleeveless dress that shoowed off her 40DD chest and matched her hair color

very well. She also was wearing black hose and some black high heels. It

obviously didn't look like she was expecting a fight. Teresa proceeded to

tell me that she wasn't expecting to "come to blows" with Shawn but if it

did get to that, she was sure that she'd be able to take care of the

situation quickly.

 

During our conversation, it came out that Shawn, now 28, was four years

younger than her. Teresa paused for a few seconds, then said that didn't

concern her all that much.

 

We continued to talk about the impending confrontation for several hours. I

looked at the clock and it said it was already after 5 p.m. We hadn't eaten

lunch so I suggested we go out to a restaurant when suddenly we heard a

knock on the door.

 

Teresa said, "You get it and if I have to, I'll take over." Teresa stayed on

the couch while I got up and answered the door. Sure enough, it was Shawn.

She came right in, wearing a tan and purple sleeveless dress, black nylons

and black shoes. And to my surprise, she had died her hair blonde -- no

doubt to look more like Farah Fawcett.

 

Shawn looked around and saw Teresa on the couch. Immediately, she said,

"Who's this?" Before I could say anything, Teresa smiled and responded, "I'm

your replacement!"

 

Shawn looked shocked. She looked at me, then said, "Get her out of here. I

have something personal to discuss with you." Teresa then got off the couch

and said, "Hon, I think it's you who'd better get out of here. I'm a legal

secretary but it doesn't take mcuh training to know that possession is

nine-tenths of the law. And hon, when you left, you forfeited possession of

everything. Including him, this trailer and everything in it. The divorce

document is final, so what are you doing here?"

 

I could see the anger begin to well up inside of Shawn. She then looked

right at Teresa and said, "Just get out of here. He and I have something

personal to talk about. It has nothing to do with you." Teresa walked toward

the angry Shawn and said, "No, I think it's time for you to leave!" Teresa

moved close to Shawn and Shawn angrily shoved her! I stepped back a couple

of steps myself and watched as Teresa smiled and then pushed Shawn back a

few steps toward the door!

 

Shawn then lost her cool and came at Teresa, but Teresa was ready for her

and pounded her with two hard punches to the sternum that sounded like she

hit a drum! Shawn was surprised by the power of the punches as well as the

fact that Teresa had thrown them in the first place! Shawn moaned and

grabbed her chest, bending over slightly as she retreated a couple of steps.

Teresa seemed to think she had made her point. She slowly moved toward Shawn

as though she was about to usher her out of the door bodily when Shawn

suddenly out of nowhere lifted her right foot quickly and caught Teresa

right in the groin!

 

That move surprised Teresa, who wasn't expecting it! Teresa groaned and

doubled over herself. The two women then quickly grabbed each other in

headlocks and fell to the floor, right in front of the door. Shawn was

closest to the door as her left shoulder was pushing against it while

holding Teresa in the headlock with her right arm. Teresa was trying to get

the advantage with her left arm, but Shawn with her shoulder against the

door had the leverage. Teresa was pulling down with the headlock, trying to

crank Shawn's neck and earn the leverage advantage but Shawn, with the help

of the door and her own headlock, was making it difficult for Teresa!

 

After several tries, Teresa finally rolled Shawn over and now had her back

against the door, winning the battle of the headlocks! But Shawn, though

cramped against the door, quickly grabbed Tereaa by the hair with her left

hand and pulled her to her back! Shawn was now on top of Teresa and tried to

pin her, but Shawn held that advantage only for a moment as Teresa quickly

rolled her off!

 

The two women rolled into the living room and both realized they were now in

a fight. Shawn, as far as I knew, had never fought anyone before though she

had been toughened up by her rough past. I thought briefly of breaking them

up, but then remembered that Teresa told me to stay out of it.

 

But there was another reason that didn't want to get involved, and that's

because these two women were fighting unbelieveably ferociously and

savagely. I remember thinking about Teresa and Shawn catfighting, but this

was more like two pitbulls going at each other in a fight to the death. They

were doing everything they knew how to subdue each other. But the real thing

that shocked me is I wasseeing both women's anger boil over and directed at

each other. I often wondered what would happen if Shawn or Teresa lost their

tempers. Now I was seeing it!

 

The two women rolled into the center of the living room and they were

grabbing anything they could on their opponent to get the advantage. Teresa

was trying to get Shawn in a headlock with one arm while trying to pull

Shawn's hair with the other. Shawn, operating on a much more primeval

instinct, grabbed the thing that was closest to her in an attempt to roll

Teresa over -- and that happened to be Teresa's dress! She pulled and

Teresa's dress began to rip! You could hear the sound of the tearing and, as

Teresa rolled to her back, Shawn tore the dress even more and -- to my

surprise -- she tore it completely down the middle as she sat atop her!

 

This absolutely enraged Teresa! She dropped all semblances of trying to

wrestle Shawn and screamed in anger! She rolled Shawn over and punched Shawn

hard twice in the face with her right hand while holding her steady by

Shawn's blond hair with left! She then grabbed Shawn's hair with her right

hand and screamed in anger, hitting the back of Shawn's head twice against

the floor!

 

The pain infuriated Shawn even more! She grabbed the top of Teresa's dress

again and, with one hard and somewhat desperate rip, pulled the dress

completely down to Teresa's waist! The dress now acted as a temporary strait

jacket, surrounding Teresa's arms and allowing Shawn to push Teresa off of

her! Teresa rolled to her stomach and began to wriggle, desperately trying

to get her arms free!

 

Shawn got on Teresa's back and seemingly did Teresa a favor by finishing the

job, pulling Teresa's pretty dress completely off and revealing the fact

that Teresa was wearing garters to hold up her black nylons and a bra! But

Shawn was not doing Teresa any favors as her goal was trying to humiliate

the redhead -- and she was definitely doing the job to my surprise! Shawn,

pulled the dress completely off and then got back on top of Teresa, put the

remnants of the dress around Teresa's neck, and pulled up -- straining

Teresa's neck and back in a kind of makeshift camel clutch!

 

Shawn wasn't going for a submission. She was trying to both choke Teresa and

snap her back! Teresa's head came up as Shawn pulled back. Teresa looked at

me with a shocked look on her face, her eyes bugging out in pain and fear as

Shawn stretched out her neck and spine! At that point, fearful that Shawn

might really hurt Teresa, I almost tried to break up the fight. But then I

remembered the fact that Teresa did have a strong back and that she told me

to stay out of it. And, though Teresa was in a predicament, it didn't look

hopeless for Teresa at all as she had a good grip on Shawn's wrists, which

ultimately enabled her to slip her neck out of the makeshift noose after

just a few seconds -- though it was obviously an agonizing few moments for

my Teresa.

 

Teresa was in a blind rage now. She was absolutely beyond herself with

anger, as was Shawn, and it became clear that these two women were out to do

some real damage. As the two scrambled around on the floor, Teresa got

behind Shawn, who was on all fours, and got some vengeance by grabbing

Shawn's dress by the collar and ripping it right down and off her back as

she screamed in anger! Shawn got to her knees and was left wearing noghting

but garters, her nylon stockings and panties, and a bra!

 

Shawn got to her feet as Teresa stood with Shawn's torn dress in her hands!

Both of the two women had faces that were red as beets! They both raced at

each other and Teresa began throwing wild punches that caught Shawn in the

face and in the belly! The attack by Teresa drove Shawn to the ground, but

as she fell, she reached up and grabbed Teresa's bra and pulled her down! As

she did, Teresa's bra came off -- leaving her 40DD breasts exposed!

 

Teresa was even more angry now and as the two rolled around, she punched and

pulled hair and bit Shawn like a wild beast! Shawn was really getting the

worst of it when suddenly, during the melee, Shawn rolled on top of Teresa.

In a fit of anger and desperation, Shawn reached out and grabbed hold of

Teresa's right breast with her left hand and squeezed!

 

Teresa let out a loud, piercing squeal as Shawn's fingers sank deep into her

breast! Teresa fought like crazy to pull her opponent's hand from her

sensitive breast as she continued to shriek in agony and fear  and freed

herself in just a few seconds.

 

But that few seconds proved to be a telling part of the fight. Teresa got to

her feet and I noticed tears in her eyes! She was covering her breasts with

her arms, both out of modesty and as an act of defense to prevent Shawn from

mauling her chest again!

 

From that moment on, it was Shawn's fight. Teresa was now on defense, still

feeling the pain of the makeshift breast claw and distracted by trying to

protect her chest. Shawn didn't know how to fight, but her natural instincts

were enough to ultimately put Teresa away. She pulled Teresa around the

living room by the hair as Teresa cried out in fear and rammed the back of

Teresa's head into the wall! She hit the back of the redhead's skull twice

against the wall, causing her to moan as her arms still stretched across her

own breasts.

 

Shawn then threw Teresa on the couch, straddled her, grabbed a cushion from

the couch and put it over Teresa's face and head, smothering her! Shawn

leaned down onto the pillowed cushion, putting her full weight on it and

preventing Teresa's escape!

 

Teresa tried to pull the pillow away from her face with her hands as her

legs kicked, but soon I began to hear muffled screams from beneath the

pillow as her arms flailed in the air! Shawn kept on leaning into the pillow

as she finished my Teresa off and gave me a look as if to say, "Your girl is

done. What now?" as she gasped for air, confident that Teresa was now hers.

 

The screams from beneath the cushion from Teresa became more desperate as

her flailing arms and kicking reenforced her impending doom! But Shawn held

the cushion fast across her face, using her entire body and forearms to

smother Teresa!

 

Finally, Teresa's flailings began to slow. It was clear now that Teresa was

beginning to lose consciousness. Teresa knew it and so did Shawn. Shawn

finally asked, "You had enough?" At first, Teresa's muffled voice cried out,

"NO!" But in a few more seconds, Teresa's movements were even weaker.

Finally, Teresa went completely limp!

 

At first I thought Shawn had smothered her out! But then I heard Teresa's

muffled voice from beneath the pillow gasp and sob, "OK, bitch! You win! Get

off me!"

 

The whole fight had lasted for no more than five minutes. Shawn smiled at me

and pulled the cushion off Teresa. Teresa's eyes were closed and she was

nearly unconscious, her head moving slowly back and forth. Shawn then threw

the cushion as hard as she could at Teresa, hitting her in the face. Shawn

grabbed her torn dress, put it on as best she could, and left without saying

a word.

 

I went over to Teresa and took the cushion off her face. Her eyes were still

closed, but I noticed Teresa doing something I had never seen her do since I

met her. For the first time since I knew her, my tough little streetfighter

Teresa was quietly sobbing, not only from the pain she felt at the hands of

Shawn but for losing a fight to my former wife in front of me. The pain,

humiliation and bruised pride of not only losing a fight but losing to her

boyfriend's former wife was just too much for her ego to bear. Her sobs got

louder before they stopped, when I then gave her back her bra, picked her up

off the couch, and put her to bed.

 

We wouldn't be eating out tonight.