Lynne Leighton v Joan Nelson

The mini tournament was providing some stunning contests Consort’s team had taken the lead when Penny Bridges had knocked out Lynne Leyton in the opening boxing match but Beaker’s new wrestling talent Heather James had equalised the series defeating Joan Nelson. The second round had seen Penny take her second win this time beating Beaker’s winner Heather quite comprehensively two falls to nil in the wrestling ring which left the two first round losers to square off in the final singles contest a boxing match with Lynne Leyton needing to win to force the deciding tag match against Joan Nelson eager to score a win and clinch victory that would put her in pole position with Consort, in her mind, for the après contest celebration. Both teams had internal clashes as each of the woman wanted the respective promoter and so some of the team support had been quite barbed during the evening and that simmering continued before the final singles match.

In Beaker’s locker room Lynne was raring to get to the ring to get at Joan Nelson her team mate was still recovering from the beating she had received from Penny Bridges and was lying on the treatment table as Beaker gentle sponged her down her breasts clearly bruised and marked from the fight and she winced as cold water splashed over them and her crotch after Ms bridges targeted attacks. “Leave her to sleep it off, “ called Lynne, “We need to get out there to turn the mess she has left us in around let me put us back in the match!” she added slapping the tight black gloves together. Ms Leyton added, “She’s not fit for anything now come on back the only working woman here and leave that useless tramp alone!” Heather glared at her and hissed, “You wait bitch after this is over we have a date to settle who the better woman is and don’t you forget it!” turning to beaker she added, “I’ll be fine go with slut face and then later you’re mine!”

Across the building Penny was still celebrating her convincing victory, “Did you see her fold up I have not enjoyed beating the hell out of a bitch so much I really kicked her cunt in there’ll be no fun for your mate there later!” she cooed to Consort as she pressed her virtually naked body against him adding, “I’ve beaten both his bitches now must make me number one girl here as fatso lost her first fight!” she indicated Joan who was busy pulling her red boxing gloves on ready for the final encounter of this session. “Watch it big mouth I’m about to go and clinch the match then we can find out who number one is whore face!” sneered Ms Nelson as she turned to face her stable mate, “Soon as your ready bring it bitch,” snapped back Penny before Consort stepped between them, “Right once and for all calm down let’s finish things in the ring and then one on one you two can sort your differences and claim bragging rights now let’s get out there and finish this off!” and with that h turned to the door and the two women after defiantly glaring at each other followed Joan getting through first as if that was another contest between as they continued to vie for his attention before moving through the curtain towards the ring and the fourth fight of the competition as Rita Foskett announced the boxing match.
Joan was first to the ring red satin shorts with boots and gloves to match gloriously topless as she strutted around the ring at 52 years of age she looked good weighing in at 126 lbs and stretching the tape at 38E-24-36 inches her boobs maybe slightly southbound but looking magnificent. Her opponent appeared equally naked with a black boxing ensemble as she approached the arena supported only by Beaker, despite that Lynne looked confident as she slapped her gloves together also 52 she was a little lighter at 116lbs and slightly less well endowed stretching the tape a delightful 34C-25-32 inches. Penny called, “All alone Leyton have I put your mate out of action for the night then?” clearly wanting to remind everyone that she had been the big winner during the evening.

Lynne ignored the call as she slipped through the ropes held apart for her by Beaker and she strode around the ring arms aloft pouting for the public before sneering at Joan “Those balloons are getting burst tonight bitch what hideous tits you’ve got!” before strutting back to her man and a passionate clinch, “Don’t worry lover I’m putting us back in the match and after I’ve finished with the loser back there I’m going to give you one hell of an evening.” Rita called them out to issue final instructions for the ten three minute rounds to a finish before the two pugilists went for final instructions from their corners. The bell rang out and both women came forward confidently firing jabs as they approached mid ring Lynne scored first with a left to the fore head before Joan responded with a good left to the chest just above the blonde’s breasts. They exchanged jabs for a minute or so feeling each other out striking mainly each other’s gloves and arms before Penny called out, “Stop tickling her fight the bitch!”

Penny added, “Come on Nelson you useless cow get stuck into her!” a comment that was clearly heard by the fighters but seemed to spur Ms Leyton on more than her opponent as she suddenly broke through Joan’s guard with a good three punch combination. The left jab slapped the woman about the right eye snapping her head back the right that followed slammed into the wobbling left breast of the bigger woman drawing a yelp of pain and crucially drawing Joan’s guard down before a straight left smacked the woman firmly in the face right over the right eye again sending her tottering back. The combination visibly lifted Ms Leyton and she pushed forward confidently lashing another pair of fistic missiles at the breasts of her opponent driving Joan into the ropes as she slammed the shots into the swinging assets of her rival.

Joan used the ropes to shove forward in an effort to clinch with the blonde but Lynne saw her move and countered perfectly with a ripping right hand to the waist band of Joan’s shiny red shorts. Ms Nelson’s mouth formed a perfect “O” before she folded forward and dropped to her knees gutted by the brutal body shot, Rita was in quickly forcing Lynne to the neutral corner as she started a count with Penny scoffing, “You useless tart get up and fight the little bitch I beat her one handed you stupid cow!” real motivating stuff as the count reached five before Joan grabbed the middle rope and pulled herself upwards delivering a withering glare towards her own corner before she stood at nine and offered her gloves to the referee. Rita shoved against the offered mitts, “ready to carry on?” she asked and getting a firm nod from the woman she stepped back calling, “Box on!”
Lynne powered forward her fists flying and she again slammed a jab into Joan’s face working that right eye that was already swelling up and blacking as the third and fourth jabs found the mark forcing Ms Nelson back before she landed a good counter punch a wild right hook that zipped across both Lynne’s breasts stinging the blonde and causing her to jump back. “Bitch,” hissed Ms Leyton as her breasts took the stinging blow before she connected with her own breast bruising belt hammering her right into the full left mound of Ms Nelson driving her fist deep into the soft globe. Now it was Joan’s turn to curse and she stepped back before lunging forward to grab the blonde to slow her down a little and then as Rita moved into pull them apart she jabbed her knee into Lynne’s sex s the bell ended the round and the referee pulled them apart not seeing the low blow.

Lynne yelped and her right glove dropped to her groin as she folded forward but Rita had seen nothing and Joan was already moving back to her corner leaving the pale faced blonde to turn to beaker who was quickly at her side protesting, “Watch the knees ref!” Rita turned and said, “Saw nothing but I’ll watch her next round!” “Too bloody late,” muttered Lynne as she let Beaker lead her back to her stool. “Keep working that jab your getting through she’s struggling to see it keep working her right side and the fight’s yours you are doing brilliant!” he enthused getting to work with sponge and towel carefully easing her shorts aside to let the cooling water numb the throbbing sensation in her groin his hand moved gently to caress her, she sighed as he touched her and he felt her respond, “Good here then go out there and smash hers in,” he whispered as he leant forward to kiss her.

Opposite there was some tension as Joan sat in the stool with Consort working hard to ease the swelling over her eye that was causing her to lose vision while Penny continued her verbal abuse of her partner, “Come on shape up Nelson this is embarrassing she’s hardly boxed yet she’s giving you a good hiding if you cost us this I will personally punch you in the face!” Consort turned and snapped, “Shut up Penny let Joan sort this out otherwise the pair of you will be tag teaming be constructive or go back to the locker room!” Penny’s eyes flashed then with a completely conciliatory tone she replied, “Sorry it’s just I want us to win show that you are the best promoter I’m just determined to be the best. Come on Joan you can do it!2 she finished with a smile at her team mate although as soon as the pair turned away the grin vanished and she stepped back away from the corner.

Rita called, “seconds out round two” and both fighters were quickly to their feet as the promoters cleared the ring with Consort dropping to the carpet by Penny who quickly pressed up against him and said softly, “Sorry handsome it was just she was letting us down suppose it means I’ll have to win it all for you later if she loses prove my worth,” her hand slid over his thigh and he turned towards her as she pulled him close and kissed him her hand continuing to the target and sliding down his rapidly stiffening cock. Their embrace only broken by the yelps from the ring and smack of leather on flesh as the action resumed in the ring with a welter of blows from both boxers as they met in mid ring with Joan determined to fight back and Lynne equally adamant she would stay on top and win the equalising score.
Joan decided that she would try to damage her opponent low down following up the use of the knee with two punches hooked low the first surprised Lynne as it landed slamming low into her brief shorts but she twisted to take the second on her thigh. Her reply was a brutal sharp right that cracked Joan on the left cheek throwing her to the right where Lynne’s left arrived smacking her in the injured eye again. Joan yelped and tottered away her eye brow had split the swelling finally exploding and a stream of blood ran down her face that seemed to spur Lynne on even more and she exploded forward hammering lefts and rights at the desperately retreating Ms Nelson. Joan pulled her fists up and in to protect her face but Lynne simply switched targets and pummelled her opponent in the breasts and belly each large breast took two slamming shots before two ore arrow like shots were slammed into Joan’s sex sending her sprawling to the canvas in an unhappy heap.

Lynne stepped back with a wicked smile, “That’s payback for cheating bitch!” and she moved to the neutral corner as Rita started a count over the fallen Ms Nelson, Joan got to her hands and knees quickly shaking her head blood dripping to the canvas before she pushed herself up at eight and almost shoving Rita aside she snarled, “The bloody bitch has cut me let me at her!” and so clearly wanting to continue Ms Foskett called, “Box on!” and stepped back as the two fighters went toe to toe in mid ring. Joan was throwing lots of punches landing a good right hook on Lynne’s cheek and giving the blonde a good clout in the left breast but she received a similar smack in her own left tit and then another jab smacked her damaged eye and she reeled away vision blurring as Lynne stalked after her, “Come here bitch I’ve not finished ruining your face yet!” snarled the blonde flashing another fist into Joan’s face crushing her nose and causing Joan to sit down almost in surprise.

Rita stepped in front of Lynne just as it looked like she was going to kick the sitting woman in the face but the referee eased her back and the blonde moved to a corner as another count started. In the corner Penny called, “Get up!” as she realised there was now likely to be another fight before she could settle any dispute with Ms Nelson for Consort’s attention. The count reached six and Joan pushed herself up to her feet blood still running down her cheek and dripping on to her pendulous breasts as she put up a guard but she was pretty flat footed as Lynne charged forward. The blonde feigned towards Joan’s face and Ms Nelson took the bait her gloves rocketed skyward to protect her looks as Lynne sliced her left and right into the woman’s shorts hammering her womb and sex with brutal blows and as she folded forward her gloves dropping Ms Leyton delivered the coup d’grace with a text book uppercut to the chin that slammed Joan’s head round before she crumpled to the canvas well and truly knocked out. Rita did not even bother to count it was clear Ms Nelson was not getting up on her own and so it was over an equally convincing victory for Beaker’s team and Lynne leapt into his arms wrapping her legs around his waist as Rita announced the win. Ms Foskett completed her announcement by saying, “That makes it two all there will be a thirty minute break then it will be all in two on two to a finish to decide the event!” Beaker and Lynne retired quickly to prepare leaving Consort to recover Joan as Penny went to the locker area both teams would need all the time to get ready for the deciding bout. THE END