Bombs Away!
By SuperCat

From the day they interviewed at the same time, you could tell something had to give between the two girls.
“Bombers” was a restaurant that specialized in two things: the right one and the left one. The food had been described as “fried death on a plate” and was certainly never going to inspire any Top Chef style cuisine. The beer was far more attractive as far as what a thinking man would put in his belly when he was there. Even more attractive than that were, of course, the Bomber Girls, who didn’t need beer goggles to pack in the clientele.
Bombers philosophy was to hire the hottest ladies they could find and deck them out in the skimpiest outfits they could get away with and still allow children: Tight t-shirts that were at least two sizes too small on breasts that were at least four sizes too big, blue booty shorts that were so tight they may as well have been painted on, nude stockings to give the girls legs that tan look, and white socks that could either be scrunched down around the ankles or pulled up to the knees.
It was a smashing success, and the place was packed every night.
But when you had a staff of absolute hotties with huge egos working in close quarters, and often competing for tips and tables, it was a matter of course that conflicts and often confrontations would arise. Normally these were resolved peacefully, but there were times when two waitresses would square off on the deck normally used as the summer Tiki bar after work to settle a score. Keith, the floor manager, or Jen, the chief of staff, would supervise until one girl had made their point and then break the fight up and send everybody on their way.
They both knew Allison and Julie would wind up back there eventually.
Julie McDonald was used to getting her way. When you were a 5’10” blonde bombshell with a body that not only didn’t quit, but worked overtime, not many people said “no” to you. Not that she was a natural blonde. Her hair was dark at the roots and dyed a sexy platinum the rest of the way, it fell straight to her shoulders and flared inwards. Her eyes were large and brown and she batted them liberally, but her real moneymakers were here 42DD breasts that stuck firm and straight out from her chest. They were real as hell and she loved to rub them on a man’s shoulder to get that extra $5 tip out of him. Her stomach was flat and toned and her legs were long and lean. She wasn’t the greatest waitress of all time, and her co-workers would (at best) call her “the biggest bitch I’ve ever met”, but she was the top earner on the entire Bombers staff.
Except for Allison Peterson.
Allison was, just simply, the total package. Her 5’9” frame was topped by straight brown hair that fell just past her shoulders, framing an open, guileless face that gave easily to a huge smile and illuminated by light blue eyes that lit up a room in a heartbeat. She was no slouch in the breast department either, packing an awesome set of 38D’s, and she was a leg man’s dream, they were long, firm and toned and she worked at them relentlessly, she also always wore her white socks up, knowing they showed off her assets to their finest. But it was her personality that made her the best waitress in the restaurant. She was bubbly without being inane, quick witted without being condescending and just flirty enough to where the guys knew it was all in fun, but they loved her for it anyway. It paid off for her at the end of every shift, when she was walking with at least $20 more than anybody else.
More than Julie.
And this pissed Julie off.
Everything about Allison pissed Julie off.
Allison got along with everybody else in the place, except the blonde. They had actually interviewed for the job on the same day, and as they were sitting at the same table waiting for the owner to do the interview, Julie had turned her full bore bitch mode straight in Allison’s face to intimidate her, talking down to the girl and making sure she stuck her larger tits in Allison’s direction as much as she could. No dummy, the brunette picked right up on Julies catty nonsense and frankly, quietly resented the hell out of it.
Over the four months they had worked together, there had been several instances of a little trip here, a quick elbow to the side there. Julie had even gone so far as to take tables from her enemy and tried to talk down about her to Allison’s customers. They usually didn’t buy into it, and in fact showed sympathy to the brunette, which just pissed the blonde beauty off more.
Tonight though, she was going to try a different tack.
Allison had been seeing the same man for about six months now, a super nice guy named Danny, and he would come in every couple weeks with a couple friends to say “Hi” to his lady and have a couple beers and some wings.
When Julie saw him in line waiting for a table tonight though, she manipulated it so he was seated in her section. She had to run a couple out of there faster than they probably wanted to go to do it, but whatever; Julie had bigger fish to fry.
When she saw Danny being seated in Julie’s section, Allison inwardly groaned. She knew it was only because the hostess was new there and Allison wasn’t one to rock the boat, nor was Danny one to make a wave by asking them to make a special accommodation for him. But oh fuck, Julie? Now, if she wanted to stop by and say “Hi” to her man, she’d have to actively engage into “enemy territory”.

“HI Studs” Julie purred in her best sex kitten voice, “what can I get YOU tonight?” They ordered a pitcher and some wings and she looked Danny right in the eyes and said “HOT wings big boy?”
He gulped and said “Yeah…hot.”
“Be right back then, don’t miss me TOO much”, she cooed, leaving a lingering finger on his shoulder.
“Dude, isn’t that the chick your girlfriend, like, hates bro?” His friend Frankie laughed.
“Yeah man, I’m pretty sure Ally can’t stand that chick. That’s weird guys, am I being tested or something?”
“HEH, probably”, Marky snickered. “Dude, I’d consider it brah. That babe is fucking bombin hot. Did you get a look at those fuckin titties!”
“Yeah, but I’m not stupid guys, I got a great thing going and you know I love Ally.” Danny laughed nervously.
Before long, Julie came back with her pitcher, and she made a great show of pouring the beers, leaning way over to give them a show, and getting right behind Danny and rubbing her hard nipple on his shoulder as she did his.
“I’ll be back with your wings soon, Ok” and she winked directly at him as she strutted away, making sure her bubblicious ass swayed hypnotically.
When she returned, she put the wings down on their table and when she was done, she stretched, catlike, thrusting out her amazing boobs right in Danny’s face. “OOOOOOOOHHH” she moaned, “Oh guys, my feet are hurting so much. Do you mind if I take a break and sit with you hot boys a minute?”
“HELL YEAH, sit right down babe!” Frankie blurted out. All Marky could do was nod.
Danny wasn’t so sure, and he was even less sure when she sat next to him, threw her leg up on his lap, and bent over so her cleavage was about to spill out onto him.
“So, hey stud” she purred near his ear, just loud enough where only he could probably hear her clearly in the din of the other customers and the rock music on the PA: “I’ve noticed you every time you’ve come in here. I think you’re hot, stud, way hot. And I think you need a piece of arm candy that’s as hot as you are. You need a blonde like me, not a brunette dud like…pfft…that...thing” and she blew in his ear then bit the lobe gently, whispering into it “I can do things to you that little priss could never DREAM of baby, I’d make your cock so happy, you’d never even know you ever dated he…”
Danny’s eyes went wide as he saw Allison come up behind the blonde.
They went wider as he saw what was coming.
And even wider as his girlfriend smacked Julie upside her head with an open handed slap.
“What the fuck are you doing Julie?” Allison said incredulously.
“Stealing your boyfriend. What the fuck does it look like bitch?” Julie sneered.
“Whoa, Ally, no, I…I didn’t…” Danny stammered.
“I know, relax, this isn’t about you D” Allison responded, dismissing him for the moment, “But if you guys could take off now, I’d appreciate it”.
She turned her attention back towards Julie…and was greeted by a *slap* to the side of her face.
“HIT ME, BITCH, HIT ME???? I WAS JUST GONNA TAKE YOUR MAN SKANK. NOW I’M GONNA FUCK YOU UP TOO!”
Allison stumbled from the force of the blow. Julie’s arms were hard and strong from holding trays all day and she had hit Allison full force. “I’VE HAD IT WITH YOU JULIE”, she seethed. “YOU’VE GONE TOO FAR THIS TIME. AFTER WORK, TIKI BAR, YOU AND ME UNTIL ONE OF US LEAVES HERE FOR GOOD.”
“Just the words I’ve been waiting for Fail-ison” Julie jeered, using the derogatory name she called Allison behind her back. “I’ve been wanting to kick your ugly ass out of here for months.”
By now, Jen had gotten into the fray and said “OK LADIES, SHOWS OVER, BREAK IT UP! NOW! WE CAN DEAL WITH THIS AFTER SHIFT!”
Danny said goodbye to Allison, giving her a tight hug and a kiss. She asked him to come over about when she usually got off and he readily agreed.
She stared at Julie with a look that would kill, and as Jen led her back to her section she mouthed “Kill you fucking bimbo” towards the smirking blonde.
“Try me loser, see you at the bar” Julie mouthed back and licked her lips lavaciously.
About 8PM however, Jen, who usually made sure the fights never got out of hand, being a bigger older woman who everybody physically respected, had to leave for an emergency. Keith already had the day off. On her way out, she grabbed both the blonde and the brunette and snarled at them “NO FUCKIN FUNNY STUFF, OR BOTH OF YOU ARE GONE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?”
They both nodded that they did.
But they didn’t.

Closing time came, and all night you could have cut the tension with a knife. All the other girls had been quietly giving Allison encouragement all night long. Julie had very few well wishers, but that was just how she wanted it. This was a female to female contest, not some popularity bullshit, and Allison’s ass kissing wasn’t going to save her now. With Jen gone, she was going to be able to really fuck her up for once and for all. And hell, maybe she WOULD steal her boyfriend. He wasn’t much, but if by using him, she could break Allison in half emotionally as well as physically, all the better. She could throw the schmuck away at her leisure.
The line cooks had called the betting on the blonde at 3-1. People apparently wanted Allison to win, but they weren’t putting their money on her. “Sheet. That’s one mean motherfuckin Barbie doll. She gonna fuck that Allison girl up bad!” seemed to be the consensus.
The waitresses and the guys in the kitchen gathered at the back Tiki bar. The rain flaps had been closed so nobody could see in and the chairs had all been cleared away earlier to give the girls the most room possible. Nobody said anything about Jen not being there, but there was a feeling her absence may allow the violence to escalate out of hand.
“Doan yew worrah, I’ll make sure that nobody goes to da hospital” Derrick, the kitchen manager, who was the de facto official there, drawled. “But I’m goan let them bitches fuck each udder up good though” and let out a laugh.
It was being billed as the Blonde Bomber against the Brown Bomber.
Danny had gotten there and was sitting on a barstool, he was the only non Bombers personnel allowed, Frankie and Marky had been turned away.
Julie entered first, her uniform tight and ready for war, she grinned, struck a sexy pose and pulled her white socks up to mock her opponent; everybody knew she thought it looked dumb. If a snake could smile before it struck, its face would have resembled hers. She stood there and stretched luxuriously, rubbing her hands up and down her luscious body and thrusting her boobs out towards Danny.
Allison came out next. Her usually smiling face was hard and her eyes glinted like ice in the sun. She had never, ever, been this angry in her life. She saw Julie and noted the blonde’s mockery of her trademark. So she grabbed her big boobs and mocked Julie by pushing them towards the blonde.
It was also the best boobs in the business against the best legs.
“Only chance I’m gonna give you to back out before I kick your ass all over this place Fail-ison.” Julie sneered. “Just quit right now, admit you’re a loser, and give me your man and I won’t rip your pussy off and shove it down your throat in front of everybody.”
Allison rolled her eyes theatrically. “Cut the crap and just shut the fuck up you idiot slut. I’m SO sick of hearing your annoying voice, I’m SO sick of looking at your bleached blonde butter face and I’m going to fuck you up for even thinking about fucking my man.”
“Let’s do it then” Julie spat and advanced on the brunette.
“Lets...” Allison returned and moved in a circle, trying to flank her hated enemy.
Julie cried out in inarticulate rage and ran towards her foe.
Allison met her halfway and they began tearing at each other’s hair as the assembled crowd yelped in excitement.
They spun around and around, trying to gain that first advantage, unfortunately for Allison, she got on the edge and caught her perfect thigh on a table. Julie was able to twist her down and get on her back. The blonde started hitting the brunette girl on the back of her head, and reached into her hair and smashed her into the deck twice. Allison tried to buck her off, but to no avail, and Julie reached around and hit her in the face, then she noticed Allison’s squashed tits were protruding from the sides of her shirt, and with an evil smile, she started punishing them with her fists and her nails.
Allison was in deep trouble already, as she couldn’t dislodge the vicious platinum blonde and was taking far more punishment than she wanted. Her face was already starting to swell and her tits felt like they were on fire. In desperation, she quit playing defense, pushed herself up, and bucked as hard as she could. Her waitress-strong arms giving her the extra oomph to just unseat the cocky blonde, who was starting to play to the crowd as she punished the brunette.
As Allison bucked Julie off, the unprepared blonde fell to the side and her head cracked off the same table Allison had hit earlier. This stunned her and Allison rolled completely free.
Taking minimal time to compose herself, the brunette kicked Julie as hard as she could in the stomach three times and then one to those mammoth breasts. Julie crumpled to the deck and Allison put her in a hammer lock with one hand and sent punches into Julie’s head and kidneys with the other. She then reached into Julie’s blonde hair and returned the favor of smashing her face into the deck as well.
The blonde rolled back and forth in agony, and her convulsions eventually allowed her to slip the hammerlock and she rolled onto her back with her arms free. Even though she was on the bottom she was able to shock the battling brunette with a straight chop into her lower belly, right at her waistline. She followed up with a couple more and then an uppercut that had enough on it to make Allison’s head snap back, and the brunette got off her enemy and rolled away.
They motioned to one another to fight as they circled, then hate got the best of them again and they clashed violently. Standing there, nose to nose, tit to tit, they spat epithets into each other’s face and then they simultaneously drove a knee into each other’s crotch. This caused both of them to fall to the ground and they tore at one another as they rolled about. Both the waitresses lost their tops in this fracas, torn away by slashing nails and violent tugs, and then parted to kneel less than three feet from each other, breasts out as a challenge. They both accepted and grabbed each other’s tits, tearing and lashing at them with nails. Both girls grimaced in pain as they worked the other and they hissed at one another as they tried to rip each other’s boobs off.
“YOU SLUT, I’M GONNA TEAR THESE SHITTY THINGS OFF, I HATE YOU AND I HATE YOUR NASTY TITS” Allison yelled as she changed grip and twisted both of Julies nipples like radio dials.
“AHHHHHHHH, FUCK YOU BITCH, YOUR TITS SUCK AND EVERYBODY KNOWS IT, YOU CAN’T BEAT ME IN ANYTHING” the blonde responded and grabbed Allison’s whole left boob with one hand and mauled away and slashed with her claws at her right areola with the other.
Allison was in serious pain. Julie’s huge tits were more suited for female combat as they absorbed punishment better. The brunette moaned and was slowly pushed backwards as Julie gained an advantage, then Julie lashed out and put the struggling brunette beauty in a body scissors. While she worked the hold, putting on pressure, she was able to sink several hard fists and chops into Allison’s crotch with her right hand. All the while Julie was still violently mauling Allison’s poor breasts with her left. The brunette beauty was overwhelmed trying to defend against Julie’s multipronged attack.
“Best legs in the business huh bitch?” Julie laughed. “My legs rock yours any day all day Fail-ison. Admit it and QUIT!” she screeched as she poured on the pressure.
Allison groaned in misery and pain as her breath was taken from her lungs. Her chest and pussy felt like they were on fire and she couldn’t breathe as her enemy worked her with the leg lock while also still clawing her tits and groin viciously.
“No job is worth this” she thought, and then looked around and saw Danny, he was on his feet screaming for her to fight back, that he loved her and believed in her.
“Fuck this fucking bitch; I cannot let her win, no fucking way.”
And she smiled.
Julie couldn’t believe this fucking cunt hadn’t quit yet. The brunette was bleeding from her nose, mouth, forehead and right tit. Julie had pounded her face, her kidneys, her belly and her pussy with numerous blows thrown as hard as she could and ripped and torn at her tits relentlessly. The blonde could even feel Allison’s ribs cracking under her strong thighs as she poured on the pressure. But she couldn’t get this fuckin asshole to just submit.
And now the bitch was SMILING!
The blonde faltered, her unshakable arrogance trembled for the first time in her life.
It was enough.
Allison grabbed Julie by her blonde mane and pulled the blonde towards her as she threw her head into Julie in a savage head butt.
*CRUNCH*
That was Julie’s nose as Allison’s head crashed into it.
And another.
Julie fell away, blood gushed from her broken nose and she couldn’t think of anything besides pain.
Allison staggered to her feet as fast as her wobbly legs could go, grabbed both the blonde’s ankles and stomped her pussy as hard as she could. Julie’s screams were muffled by her bloody nose. Allison then coldly followed up with about five more pussy stomps and then she leapt into the air and drove her knee into Julie’s cunt.
The platinum blonde could just twist her head back and forth; no sound came from her lips.
Standing back up, the brunette sent another series of stomps into her belly and then she dropped her fist and forearm directly into the blonde’s once prized, but now crushed, tits. She followed this up by punching Julie solidly in the ribs a few times, following that by clawing the blondes abdominal muscles with one hand and sending vicious chops into Julie’s unprotected underarm, trying to get at her nerve endings.
Julie howled in agony.
Allison began trying to choke Julie, shaking her by her neck while the blonde tried to claw her hands off.
Julie gained a moment of freedom by slashing her nails across Allison’s eyes, thankfully she didn’t slice the brunette open, but it broke her concentration enough for Julie to get away from the choke. She started to push herself backwards across the deck, still lying on her back, gasping.
Allison caught her and dove at her enemy, latching onto Julie’s biggest targets, her tits. Allison’s attacks had now caused both breasts to bleed.
“QUIT BLONDIE! QUIT! GIVE IT UP YOU BIMBO!” she screamed as she grabbed Julie by her bloody breasts and began to slam her into the deck. “YOU NEVER SHOULD HAVE STARTED WITH ME BITCH!”
“NOOOOO, FUCK YOU CUNT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOU!” Julie gasped out. The back of her head bounced off the deck as Allison slammed her body onto the hard wood. Fog reached into her waking brain as the blows took their toll, but she refused to lose consciousness, and quitting to her hated enemy was no option.
Trying to think of a way to finally put this crazy wench down for good, Allison let go and rose to her feet over her trashed enemy. She looked around the berserkly screaming crowd, hoping for some ray of light that would give her tired brain a way to end it. Picking out Danny she noticed how hard his cock was for her and how much everybody was loving watching her beat this cocky blonde down. She then got an idea that would show this bitch ho was better for once and for all for sure. Allison felt triumph and turned to move in for the kill.
But turning away from Julie was a BAD idea.
Real bad.
The blonde had reached under one of the stools on the deck and had grabbed an empty bottle of Heineken. Nobody had noticed because all eyes were on the seemingly victorious brunette.
Now they saw though, and the green bottle rang out as it connected with Allison’s head.
*TWIIIIINK*
The beautiful brunette fell to the deck like she was shot, barely conscious.
Julie tossed the bottle to the side; it had done its job. Too bad it didn’t smash over her ugly fucking head. Now she was gonna beat this asshole to death with her bare hands. First though, she was gonna teach the brunette not to fuck with another woman’s pussy. She suddenly wished she’d kept the beer bottle.
Julie kicked Allison directly in the face, making the pain in her head increase that much more, and then she picked up one stocking clad leg, ripped open the nylons above Allison’s knees, and kept ripping until she had access to the brunette’s blue short shorts. “I’m gonna rip you bitch!” she snarled, and then drove her right hand into her the tight blue material, tearing away the soft cloth and then behind Allison’s panties her nails went, twisting and ripping into the brunettes pussy for all she was worth.
The pain in the brunette’s head was trebled by the fire awakened in her vagina as the blonde’s nails tore at her very femininity. All she could do was cry out in agony, sob piteously, and ineffectively slap her hands at Julie as this psycho bitch worked her in ways no woman should ever feel. Eventually, she just stopped making noise because the pain was just too great and she stayed still, just hoping it was all over.
“DO YOU QUIT CUNT? DO YOU SKANK? ADMIT THIS BLONDE BITCH KICKED YOUR ASS ADMIT IT!”
But Allison was beyond responding. Truthfully, if the beaten brunette could have formed coherent words at this point, Julie may well have gotten her submission.
Danny was almost in tears, he was going to beg Derrick to stop the fight when Julie released her hold and dropped the brunette’s legs to the deck in a twisted heap.
Julie couldn’t believe this cunt hadn’t given up yet. What the fuck was this bitch ON? Well, it was time to go the fuck home. She was seriously looking forward to fucking that bitch’s boyfriend now. Truth be told, beating the crap out Allison had her horny as hell. Looking at her hated enemy lying there on the deck, her face bloody, her tits a mess, her pussy violated, and her hair splayed around her head like a brown halo, Julie shook her head in disdain and stomped the brunette’s once perfect tits a few more times, rubbing her white sneaker clad foot on Allison’s bare breasts for emphasis of her womanly victory. She contemptuously made as if to wipe her sweat onto the beaten girl and struck a victory pose, hands on hips, her foot on the brunette’s pubic area, and smiled arrogantly. Allison could barely find the strength to weep. She looked at the crowd, who looked terrified, both at the savage violence of the fight, and that their favorite had just gotten laid out by a bitch they all absolutely hated.
“HAH, THIS WAS THE CUNT WHO WAS GOING TO BEAT ME? FAIL-ISON? WELL, I SHOWED HER AND YOU, I RULE THIS PLACE AND THIS LOSER” she spat on Allison “IS DONE HERE. NOW, I CHOKE HER OUT AND GO HOME.”
“HEY STUD” she strode over to Danny, “GET YOUR COCK READY I NEED TO GET FUCKED” and she put her arms behind her head and ground her crotch toward the man, who had had tears on his cheeks, but was now simply agape with wonder. In fact, as the blonde gyrated her pussy in his face, his jaw dropped further.
And then it was Julies turn to have her jaw drop.
Because Allison had crept up behind her.
And from her knees, had swung her forearm as hard as she could up between the platinum blonde’s legs.
Julie dropped to her knees as well, her mouth an “O” of pain.
The brunette grabbed her by the back of her blonde hair and once again drove her, face first, to the wooden deck as hard as she could, her strength borne of desperation and hate. The blonde bounced like a foot in the air and flopped onto her back. Julie’s eyes were rolling wildly and her body could only twitch. Her beautiful face smashed, her once platinum blonde hair stained with red, Julie was a hot mess and was barely holding on. Allison weakly wavered over her hated enemy, about to pass out herself.
“Submit Julie!” she demanded.
Julie could only barely get out a “No. Hate you! Fuck you!”
“Baby, I love you, please, just end this and let me take you home” Danny pleaded.
Allison nodded. She knew she had enough left to finish this. “Julie, you fucking bitch, It’s over. I beat you. You don’t look good enough to work here anymore, so turn in your fucking uniform slut” she said loud enough for everybody to hear. Then she reached down and pulled off Julies blue booty shorts, underwear, and stockings, exposing the beaten blondes shaven womanhood for the entire staff to see. The brunette beauty shook off Julie’s shoes and socks (murmuring “I wear them better cunt, my trademark, my legs, and my body rocks yours”) before taking one legging off, so she could spread the blonde’s legs wide. She proceeded to turn her destroyed foe to make sure everybody got a good look, and then she flexed her beautiful strong legs and drove her foot straight into Julies vagina again and again, and then stomped on the poor woman’s clit and ground her toe on it. Julie was brought crashing back to coherency and screamed and screamed “PLEASE OH MY GOD YOU’RE KILLING ME, PLEASE I QUIT! I QUIT!”
“Do my legs beat your tits slut? Is my man my man you fucking bitch?” Allison asked through gritted teeth as she ground down.
“YES, I’M A LOSER! YOU’VE BEATEN ME! I QUIT PLEASE ALLISON, HE’S YOUR’S JUST STOPOPOPOPOOOOH” she bawled like a baby.
With one final shot to the vagina, The brunette let the defeated woman’s legs drop to the deck, then she knelt next to Julie, punched her in the her tits one last time and said “These fucking things are so overrated. Mine are so much better. Now, don’t you fuck with me EVER again!” and then at last sent the battered blonde bitch into dreamland with one last punch straight to the jaw.
Since Julie had quit, both Derrick and Danny hurried over, grabbed Allison, and pulled her off the unconscious woman. “STOP! LEMMIE GO A SEC” she shook the large black man and her boyfriend off.
“I deserve this.” She said and she put her foot on Julies destroyed chest and made a victory pose over the blonde for the whole crowd, who responded with an uproar of applause and cheers. Even the people who had just lost money betting on Julie to win were enthusiastically cheering Allison’s fortitude. The fight was worth every lost penny.
“DA WINNER FOLKS! BEST DAMN LEGS IN DA BIDNESS N OUR BROWN BOMBER! ALLISON!” Derrick yelled and raised her hand in victory.
“Now dis fights ovah folks, I’ll handle Julie n clean dis heah mess up, y’all had bettah split, and EVERYBODY LISTEN UP, IF JEN ASKS, DIS DID NOT HAPPEN HEAH, IT WENT DOWN SOMEPLACE ELSE! DO YOU UNNERSTAN ME?”
The crowd murmured their assent, nobody wanted to see Derrick or Allison get in any trouble.
“Hey everybody lets go to McPhersons and party down for the Brown Bomber!” somebody yelled to enthusiastic response.
As the crowd began to file away:
“Did anybody get video of that shit?”
“OMG, I’m so glad she beat that bitch!”
“Dude that Barbie Doll got knocked tha FUCK out!”
“Wow, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!”
“I knew she had it in her, yaay Allison!”
“Y’all owe me some motherfuckin money! I told ya to always bet on the brown!”
“Goddamn, that was the best fight I’ve ever even heard of!”
“I can’t believe she took a BOTTLE and still won!”
Danny led Allison to his car, she was in no shape to drive, and he gave her a cigarette which she gingerly inhaled through her busted lips as she breathed hard, still getting over the fight.
“I love you Ally, I really do. You’re the best in every way. Lets skip the bar, I want to take you home baby.”
“Oh D, I’m in no shape to go anywhere in public right now anyway, let’s go baby, I love you too.”
He held her tightly, then he helped her in his car and they drove off into the future together.
Julie never was seen in Bombers again, in fact, she left the state entirely as soon as she could.
But still she remembered the savage, brutal fight against the brunette bitch.
And she seethed.
“Someday, Fail-ison, you cunt, someday…”