Tuesday, 29 June 2021
Extract from the Newbies tale part 1 a female v female illustrated wrestling storybook by pitbull available from battle annals. http://www.battle-annals.co.uk/pit-bull.html
A Newbie’s Tale Part 1
Paula settled the head phones of her Walkman more comfortably on her ears, glanced around the crowded platform and nudged the volume up a notch. “How apt,” she thought as “I don’t like Mondays “pumped into her ears. The journey into central London everyday was a drag, packed trains, if they weren’t on strike, full of office workers mostly men in suits vying for elbow room to read their broad sheet newspapers. She read the headlines, the usual mix of doom and gloom, the “winter of discontent” had given way to a “spring of unhappiness” followed it seems by a “summer of deep depression”.
The banner headlines screamed, unemployment now at an all-time high, petrol up to 79 pence a gallon, inflation at 17% and newly elected Prime Minister Mrs Thatcher pledging union reforms as British Leyland workers voted to go on strike again. The back page headlines had more cheerful news, especially if you were a supporter of the underdog, as West Ham had caused a major upset beating Arsenal in the Cup final. Still it all meant very little to Paula eighteen years old fresh out of school and straight into a job, admittedly not the best paid but a job all the same, as a receptionist for one of London’s smaller but expensive hotels, she was more concerned with important things like “Who will be number one in the charts this week?” and “Will I have enough money left after giving mum her housekeeping to buy a new pair of jeans?”
The crowd on the platform edged forward, the train was finally coming. Paula readied herself for the unseemly rush to grab the few empty seats, as the train glided to a halt a man in front of her was first to move, “what a Muppet” she thought as he grabbed the door and pulled it open blocking his own way onto the train. She grinned, bumping one man with her heavy shoulder bag, full of all the things she would need to survive the day, and judiciously planting a three inch heel on the toes of another she was first aboard and dropped into the only vacant seat in the crowded compartment. Paula settled back into her seat and the Boomtown Rats gave way to a medley of songs by Blondie as the train rattled through Barnes, Putney and Wandsworth before coming to a final stop at Waterloo.
Once the train had come to halt she waited letting the other lemmings rush to queue at the ticket barrier where the elderly ticket inspector would carefully scrutinise every ticket, “More than my job’s worth,” he would say if anyone dared tried to hurry him up. Taking her time she stood up straightened her skirt checked her reflection in the mirror above the seat before strolling towards the exit gate her heels clicking rhythmically on the concrete. Pausing briefly to turn over the cassette in her Walkman, whilst watching the ticket collector and counting slowly to ten in her head, “There
he goes, regular as clockwork! If he ever retires I will have to start buying a ticket,” she said to herself as the old boy stepped away from the barrier and out of sight behind his little box. Grinning as a plume of cigarette smoke drifted from behind the box, she darted quickly through the gate and made her way to the station exit for the short walk across Waterloo Bridge to the Hotel. Crossing
the Strand she was greeted to the morning ritual of wolf whistles and lewd comments from the builders renovating a shop on the corner of Southampton Street she stuck her tongue out at them and carried on past turning down a narrow side street lined with old Georgian houses. On the left side of the street the houses had been converted into offices brass plates on the railings discreetly announcing accountants, doctors, solicitors and a slightly more extravagant sign advertising a photographic studio. The right hand side houses had been converted into the Wessex Hotel after being hit by a stray bomb during the blitz, the Georgian facades disguising a more modern structure. Walking past two of the false doors Paula went up the steps and into the main reception area. Two staircases leading to the rooms on the upper floors flanked the reception desk and large double doors to the left, stood open leading to the bar and dining room where the last breakfasts of the day were being served. On the right a matching but closed pair of heavy oak doors lead to the two large function rooms reserved for weddings, regimental reunions and such like.
Behind the desk her immediate boss Daniel, never Dan or Danny, looked at his watch raised an eyebrow and flicked an imaginary speck of dust from the cuff of his immaculate jacket. “Cutting it fine Miss Wilcox and need to remind you that members of staff are required to use the rear entrance.”
“If I walked all the way around to the back I’d be late wouldn’t I? “ She replied resisting a sudden urge to slap him as she stepped behind the desk. Half listening as Daniel filled her in on the comings and goings she settled herself in for another morning of answering the phones and advising visitors on which trains and busses took them to the various tourist destinations. The day dragged by the boredom punctuated briefly by the arrival of motor cycle courier with a parcel for the hotel owner Mr Wessex. “Ooh nice,” she said to herself as the courier removed his crash helmet and strolled towards the desk, long dark hair, leather jacket, tight, slightly oil stained, Levi’s and heavy motorcycle boots everything that prim and proper Daniel wasn’t. “Package for a Mr Wessex,” he said dropping a small box on the desk top.
“I’ll take it,” she said a little too eagerly as Daniel slid stealthily to the other end of the desk for fear of being contaminated by the oil stained biker. “Sign here luv,” the biker pushed a receipt book onto the desk and treated Paula to a slightly crooked grin. “Don’t blush don’t blush!” she thought as she reached out for the book, “ugh! Too late!” She felt her cheeks reddening. Scratching her name onto the grubby page she handed back the book. “Thanks,” the biker hesitated squinting at her signature “Paula,” he added with a wink turning towards the doors as Paula turned an even deeper shade of red. “Really,” Daniel said as the biker moved out of earshot, “people like that should use the service entrance.”
“Snobby twit” is what Paula wanted to say but she settled for suggesting that Daniel get in touch with the courier company and tells them. Glancing at the clock and longing for home time Paula spent most of the afternoon daydreaming about being whisked away into the sunset to some exotic location by the sexy biker. Finally the clock ticked towards the end of her shift, she reaching for her bag she got ready to make a fast getaway but before she could make her bid for freedom Mr Wessex strolled in through the front doors. Daniel hurried from behind the desk.
“I have a package here for you Mr Wessex and the electricians have been in and fixed the problem with the second floor hall lights.” He said handing over the package. “Ah Paula could I see you in my office before you go, “, Wessex took the package from him, but barely acknowledged the obsequious Daniel as he walked past and into his office. “What have I done now?” Thought Paula, quickly grabbing her bag and following the boss into his office. “Have a seat,” Wessex gestured towards the chair opposite his own as he settled down behind an antique mahogany desk. “Enjoying working here?” “Yes,” she replied cautiously, wondering all the time where this conversation was heading. “Really? I would have thought it was pretty boring.” “Not at all,” she lied glibly, “I get to meet some interesting people.” An image of the long haired biker flashed into her mind. Mr Wessex smiled knowingly and peered at her over his steepled fingers.
“Hmmm, how would you like to earn some extra money doing something you might find a little more exciting?” “Who wouldn’t?” The mention of extra money piqued her interest. “Is it legal?” “Oh perfectly legal,” he smiled again, “it’s just, how should I put it? A little unusual, before I go on I must ask you not to mention this conversation to anyone whether you accept or not. It’s something I would prefer to keep quiet.” Now her mind was racing, had she stumbled into some undercover spy ring, was he trying to recruit her to MI 6? “Okay,” she said guardedly, “tell me more I promise it won’t go any further.” “Good, good,” he placed his hands flat on the desk and took in a deep breath. “In your interview you said you enjoyed sport, yes?” “Yes I did,” now where was he going? “Good, well it’s like this I am a member of a very exclusive club that holds regular private events, and as it happens it is my turn to host one this evening but one of the regular girls has had to drop out, I need a replacement and I thought you might be interested” “But doing what?” Paula said whilst mentally preparing herself to tell him to stick his job where the sun doesn’t shine and a visit to the local job centre in the morning.
“Oh didn’t I say? How remiss of me I would like you to wrestle at my event tonight.” “Wrestle? What like Les Kellet and Jackie Pallo?” She fought back an urge to laugh. “Not quite my dear, let me show you then you can make a decision.” He reached into a desk drawer and took out what looked one of the new Sony Betamax tapes. Standing up he walked to cabinet opening the doors to reveal a TV and video recorder. He switched on the set, slotted in the tape and resumed his seat. “Watch this,” he said clicking buttons on a remote.
Paula twisted in her seat to get a better view of the screen. Snow gave way to an image of a large room with mats on the floor surrounded by a group of largely middle aged men. Wessex pressed fast forward and when the picture steadied two women wearing bikinis, one a short haired blonde the other a pony tailed brunette, were circling each other on the mat. Paula watched as the girls suddenly clashed in the centre of the mat each struggling to force the other to the mat. Eventually the blonde forced her opponent down and after struggling on the mat for a couple of minutes managed to pin the brunette’s shoulders to the mat. Wessex pressed the stop button. “Still interested?” He asked “Looked like the fights I had at school but without the scratching and hair pulling.” Wessex laughed and Paula thought for a moment. “I don’t have a bikini” “I’ll take that as a yes then and don’t worry about a bikini.”
“I’m not fighting nude!” Paula said slightly horrified. “No, no you won’t have to we’ll supply you with something suitable. There’s no time for you to get home the club meets at 7pm so take this,” He handed her a five pound note, “ go get yourself something to eat then meet me in the big function room at 6:30 I’ll introduce you to some of the other members.” Paula slipped the fiver into her bag and still not quite sure what she was getting into headed straight out the front doors of the hotel.
“Bugger it!” she said out loud drawing a few disapproving glances from passers-by, “silly moo you didn’t ask how much it paid,” she continued the sentence in her head, “bloody well better not just be a fiver!” Walking along the Strand she glanced in the various shop windows as she headed towards the recently opened McDonalds. Thoughts of a burger, coke and fries, “why don’t the Yanks call a chip a chip?” were suddenly pushed out of her head as spotted the “Mid- Season Sale now on” sign plastered across the window of Top Shop. An unexpected fiver in her purses and a sale, the burger fries and coke image in her head dissolved into one of new tops, maybe a skirt. Browsing the racks she picked up then replaced several items, nothing in her size, or just the wrong colours she was about to give up when she spotted the swim wear. “Could save myself having to wear someone else’s manky suit later,” she pushed aside the bikinis and worked her way to the one piece swimsuits, “Ugh too small!” she huffed replacing a nice black halter neck number. “Bingo!” she said as her eyes spotted a similar suit but in red and finally in the right size too, she checked the price and frowned even on sale it was still more than a fiver, but she had passed the rational thinking stage and was in the must leave with something even if it costs more than I can afford stage. She handed the swimsuit to the bored skinny girl working the till. Skinny looked at the labels then looked at Paula.
“This is only a size 12 you sure it will fit you love.” Paula’s eyes narrowed and biting back a caustic reply she handed over her money. Now with no cash left for food Paula walked briskly back to the hotel. A short detour via her staff locker where she kept some spare clothes just in case she needed them and then a quick chat with Sharon the evening receptionist secured Paula the use of a vacant room so that she could have shower and freshen up before meeting Mr Wessex again. As she freshened up her mind wandered, “what have I let myself in for, I will probably have to wrestle some huge Russian shot putter. Perhaps it’s not too late to back out? Yes it is you have to go through with it.” She argued with herself as she dried her shoulder length blonde hair. Reading the time backwards in the mirror she grumbled as the red numbers of the digital clock, built into the bed’s head board, flickered over to 6:27. Not wanting to be late she quickly dragged on her jeans and pulled a t shirt over her head. Slipping her feet back into her heels she scooped her bag and headed down to the function room. Pushing open the door she peered in, a large blue mat was spread out in the middle of the room, on one side only was a row of seats “how odd,” she thought then she spotted the very expensive camera set up on the opposite side to the chairs. “He never mentioned filming me,” she shrugged it was too late to back out now. As she pondered the camera Mr Wessex walked in with an attractive brunette.
“Ah there you are Paula, this is Linda she is the unofficial leader of our little group of fighters. She will look after you tonight.”
Linda looked Paula up and down. “Ever wrestled before?” Paula was surprised to hear the hint of an American accent. “Does throwing boys around after school count?” “It might help,” Linda smiled, “I’ll take Paula to meet the other girls and get ready, see you in a little while John.” Linda lead Paula away as the other guests started to walk in. Pushing open the door to the smaller function room Linda walked in with Paula close on her heels, “Hi girls this is Paula she is going to be joining us tonight.” Paula waved at the group of girls who were already in various stages of undress, discarded clothing draped over chairs and even more on the floor. The other girls greeted her with differing degrees of warmth and enthusiasm but they were all mentally sizing her up as a potential opponent.
“John said you would need to borrow something to wear, there is bag there with spare gear in,” Linda pointed to a large holdall on the floor in the middle of the gaggle of girls. “It’s okay I went out and got myself something,” Paula reached into her bag and pulled out her new swimsuit. “Is this all right?” Linda smiled “That’ll do fine honey. Well find a space and change I’ll be back in a minute with the match ups for this evening’s show I just need to check something with John but it’ll be the usual format girls, fifteen minute time limit and best of three falls, five count pins or submissions.” Paula found a space and a little self-consciously started to undress. As she stripped off the doubts started to resurface along with a few butterflies in her stomach. The other girls were in the last stages of pulling on bikinis and adjusting straps and Paula felt slightly more out of place as she pulled on her red one piece.
“That looks good on you,” said a tall, tanned and toned blonde girl. Paula guessed her to be a couple of years older. “I’m Debbie, this is Karen, Donna, Gina, Kat, Sue and Julie” she introduced herself, before rattling off the names of the other six girls so fast that Paula had almost forgotten who was who before she finished pointing them out. “I’m Paula,” she replied for want of something better to say. “Yeah we got that, “replied Gina sarcastically as she adjusted the fit of her white bikini before slipping on a dressing gown. “Don’t mind her Paula she’s always like that,” said Debbie handing Paula a similar dressing gown to put on. Paula slipped on the gown and mentally sized up her potential opponents. As she looked around she started to feel even more out of place. They were all at least a couple of years older than she was, all slimmer, all looked like they weighed a lot less than her and they all exuded an air of confidence that just made her feel more nervous. Linda returned with a piece of paper in her hand. “Okay this is the order, Kat, you and Paula first,” Linda pointed to each of them Kat, nodded and stepped over to Paula flicking back her long pony tail and smiling.
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you too much,” she whispered in Paula’s ear as Linda continued down the list. “Julie and Debbie you’re second then Karen and Sue and lastly Gina and Donna. We’ll have short break after Gina and Donna’s match before the member’s choice match.” Linda slipped her notes into her jacket pocket, looked at the thin strapped, gold, Cartier watch on wrist. “Five minutes and then when you hear me call your name come into the other room. Oh one more thing, Paula how much do you weigh and how tall are you?” “Hmm just over ten stone and five foot six,” she replied trying to hide the nervous squeak in her voice. “Fat cow,” she heard Gina whisper to her partner Donna. "Good luck girls, have fun,” said Linda stepping back through the door to the main room.
Paula’s nerves were jangling now and she shut her eyes and tried to slow down her heart beat taking several deep breaths, she wondered if the other girls were nervous and just good at hiding it or so used to doing this that it was routine like brushing their teeth in the morning. Her eyes snapped open again as she heard Linda’s voice through the open door. “Good evening gentlemen introducing for our first match from Bristol standing five foot five inches and weighing one hundred and twenty eight pounds Kat!” Kat stepped forward and walked gracefully into the other room to a smattering of applause from the small exclusive audience. “And her opponent making her debut for us tonight from just down the road in Chiswick, standing five foot six inches and weighing one hundred and forty pounds please welcome Paula!” The butterflies in Paula’s stomach seemed to be whipped into frenzy as she heard her name, taking another deep breath and trying to look confident she walked into the other room.
The seats down the side of the mat were now occupied, and powerful lights illuminated the mat for the video camera. Kat had already slipped out of her robe, revealing her pink bikini and was waiting on the far corner of the mat. Nervously smiling Paula slipped of her own robe and left it by the mat. Slightly impatient Kat walked to the middle of the mat ready to get started. Paula met her in the middle and after a brief reinforcement of the rules by Linda the match was underway.
Circling like cats they moved around the mat Kat was the first to make a move grabbing at Paula’s hands. Slapping away Kat’s hands Paula darted back out of reach, circling again Kat made another move to grab Paula’s this time Paula decided to make her own lunge going high to try and snare Kat’s head. Kat smiled, side stepping and twisting as the younger girl came forward her hands flashing upwards to pull Paula into a head lock.
“Go on Kat get her down!” one of the watching men shouted, as Paula found herself being pulled down and tightly locked against Kat’s leanly muscled body. Kat squeezed hard and pressed her hip into Paula as the young blonde tried to pull her arm away. Slipping her right between Paula’s feet from behind Kat suddenly twisted sharply, her hip slamming hard into Paula as she hooked the blonde’s leg away to send them both crashing to the mat.
As they thumped down into the mat Kat hooked her right leg over Paula’s back and tried toregain her grip on the blonde’s head. Winded by the impact Paula now found herself with Kat on top of her and her head once again clamped tight by the brunette’s strong right arm. “That’s it Kat you’ve got her now!” Kat’s fan cheered her edging forward on his seat for a better view of the action. “Come on Paula throw her off,” another member of the audience shouted.
“I have a supporter at least!” the thought flashed through Paula’s mind, screwing up her face in pain as Kat started to pull her head back and squeeze with her arm. Pulling on Kat’s arm to try and relieve the pressure she wriggled and bucked beneath the brunette trying desperately to get her off. Kat lowered her had closer to Paula’s and hissed in her ear. “Just give up!” “Nooo!” Paula squealed and tried again to throw Kat from her back. Twisting sharply as she jerked her body upwards, she felt the brunette slide sideways and the arm round her head came loose. Sucking in a deep breath suddenly free of the strain on her neck she twisted more hoping to squirm away. Too late she realised that Kat had let her roll over, Kat's thighs were now clamped around her belly.
“Owww!” she squealed again as Kat, crossing her ankles began to crush her soft tummy. Shaking her head, red in the face Paula pushed and pulled at Kats legs to no avail. The pain in her belly was becoming unbearable and she was struggling to breathe as Kat jerked her legs even tighter round her middle. Crying out she submitted. “Give, I give!” Kat immediately released her letting her roll panting onto her back. A ripple of applause came from the audience as she stared up at the ceiling fighting back tears. “First fall by submission to Kat,” announced Linda.
Standing quickly Kat went to her side of the mat where one of the spectators was waiting with a drink and a towel. Wiping her face and taking the offered drink she watched as Paula slowly got to her feet and made her way to where another man was waiting to help the youngster freshen up. “You’re doing well honey, are you okay to carry on?” Linda asked as Paula reached her corner Nodding to Linda and wiping an errant tear from the corner of her eye, Paula forced a smile as her second gave her a drink then she listened politely as he offered advice none of which she understood. Her breathing back at a more normal rate Paula, her pride hurting, was determined to even the score and was actually eager for Linda to call time on the break.
“Ready girls?” Linda asked they both nodded and stepped back to the middle of the mat. “Go!” Once again they circled Kat smiling confidently tested Paula’s reactions feinting grabs at her hands trying to draw her into another rash counter attack. Paula waited and as Kat made another towards her hands shot out her own hands latching onto Kat’s left wrist with her right hand she threw her left hand high hooking it round trying to capture Kat’s head. Kat saw it coming instantly trying to twist and step back but she wasn’t fast enough. Paula powering forward slammed into her knocking her back and off balance. Missing Kat’s head with her left arm, as the brunette twisted, she grabbed at her waist instead and with a loud slap they thudded down into the mat.
Down on the mat the two girls struggled for the upper hand Paula determined to force Kat onto her back used her weight to try and roll her over. Securing a grip on both of Kats wrists she shoved the brunette’s arms up over her head and tried to wriggle on top. Linda moved around the mat to get a better view as Paula battled to press Kat’s shoulders down.
“One… Two…” Linda counted and Kat violently twisted quickly getting her shoulder up. Shifting
her weight and stretching her body out on top of the squirming Kat Paula tried again.
“One… Two… Three… Fo…” Once again Kat twisted her shoulder off the mat and managed to free one of her arms. Concentrating on recapturing Kat’s arm Paula was unaware of Kat’s legs that suddenly snaked up and around her middle. Paula caught hold of Kat’s wrist again just as Kat locked her legs round the blonde’s body. Trapped by Kat’s legs but still on top Paula didn’t know what to do and panicking slightly tried to throw herself off and sideways hoping to avoid the crushing power of Kat’s legs. Glad to free of the blonde’s weight pressing down her Kat rolled with her. Yanking her hands free and breaking her scissors Kat used Paula’s own twisting momentum to roll the youngster onto her back. Now Kat was astride Paula’s belly and grabbing for the blondes hands. Paula kicked her feet into the mat trying to buck Kat off but the brunette was ready for it and riding up with the blonde bounced down hard.
“OOFF!” Paula gasped as she was driven back down. Kat snared Paula’s left arm with both hands and slid up onto her chest before Paula could buck again. Holding Paula’s arm out to the side Kat edged her right knee onto Paula’s left shoulder grinding it down to the mat. Feet kicking at the mat Paula tried to get a grip and tip her tormenter off but Kat wasn’t going to be moved. With Paula’s left arm trapped Kat grabbed twisted and stretched out Paula’s right arm before pinning it with her left knee. Desperately Paula lifted her legs trying to hook Kat away but the older girl was far too experienced to be caught.
“One… Two… Three… Four…” Paula struggled but couldn’t shift Kat from her shoulders, “Five…” Linda completed the count. Kat slid down off Paula’s shoulders kneeling astride her tummy as the audience applauded her winning fall, whilst Paula once more fought back tears of frustration and embarrassment. “The winner by two falls to nil Kat!” Announced Linda, as Kat started to get up pulling Paula up with her. “Nice match newbie,” Kat whispered into Paula’s ear as she dragged the tearful youngster back to her feet. Linda moved between them and raised Kat’s hand “The winner!” she announced once more the raising Paula’s hand “A big hand for Paula, a great first effort.” More clapping came from the assembled guests mixed with a few well done comments. Paula shrugged and forced a smile before going to retrieve her robe. She was about to head back into the other room when Kat caught up with her.
“Come and sit with me and watch the other matches,” Kat took her by the elbow and steered her towards the seats. Leaning close to Paula, Kat whispered, “it’s part of the deal for us to socialise with guests.” Paula’s face spoke volumes, Kat suppressing a giggle said, “No not what you are thinking just be friendly and talk to them about the matches.” Paula sighed clearly relieved that she was not expected to do anything but talk. “Hello David, “ Kat said to the middle aged man that had been Paula’s second for the match, as she dropped her robe on the floor and sat down. “Enjoy the match?”
“Always do!” he replied smiling, “You did well too young’un,” he said to Paula as she copied Kat dropping her robe behind a chair before sitting down the other side of David. Listening politely as he pointed out her mistakes she had to bite her lip to stop laughing. Behind him and unseen Kat was pulling faces and mimicking his gestures. David realising something was up turned his head quickly, “Don’t think I don’t know what you are up to,” he said laughing, “You’re not so big that I couldn’t put you over my knee!” “Oh is that a promise!” Kat winked at Paula. Linda cut short the conversation as she introduced the next two girls. Red headed Julie entered first, quickly disrobing and taking her place on one side of the mat. There was brief pause before blonde Debbie followed her into the room. Smiling politely to David, Paula turned to watch the match.
By friar Copyright 2021
Extract from a longer story, story and artwork by Pitbull
Monday, 10 May 2021
Extract from the illustrated female v female fighting story book by Dark Giant available from battle annals http://www.battle-annals.co.uk/dark_giant_29.html
A tale by Dark Giant.
KICKED in the PANTIES
FEATURING JENNY AND THE BURGLAR
Jenny and the burglar
Life for Jenny couldn’t be better. She was a beautiful 18 year old, she’d just left home, renting her own flat, and she was determined to have a good time! And that meant meeting some cool guys for romance. There was a club nearby that she knew the local beautiful people went to, and Jenny had no doubt she would fit in there.
She’d been shopping today, and bought some underwear that was perfect for a hot night with one of the good looking guys she was sure she’d meet tonight. She had a shower, then slipped on the pantie’s, coloured light blue and with lacy side panels, and for a moment, and looked down at her curvy figure.
“God I’m sexy!” she thought. A little bit of weight loss would be good, she also thought, but some guys like a girl with a full figure.
And she would have continued contemplating the night of fun and romance she was sure awaited her, but her attention was caught by a sound from the living room. Must be that bag full of shopping she’d placed on the sofa has slipped off, she thought, better go and see. So, still clad in just the pantie’s , Jenny entered the flats main room, and got a nasty shock, as she was confronted by the sight of a burglar! A girl burglar, about the same age as herself, rummaging through her belongings. Jenny was frozen by surprise for a second, but not the intruder , who punched her in the stomach! “Oof!” Jenny cried out as she doubled over in pain. The thief grabbed the items of Jenny’s she’d found earlier, and prepared to make her escape, but the other girl wasn’t going to allow herself to be robbed. Fighting to regain her breath, Jenny blocked the burglars path to the front door. “That’s my Ipod and camera you’ve got, bitch! You’re not getting away with them without a fight!” Jenny had never been in a fight, but she was angry, and seeing she was bigger than the thief, felt quite confidant of overpowering her.
2. Jenny get’s beaten up
The other girl was a pretty little blonde, dressed in trousers and short sleeved blouse. And she wasn’t scared by Jenny, in fact she smiled. “Ok, let’s fight.” Jenny did what most girls do in a scrap, she went for her opponents hair, her raised arms leaving her whole body exposed to attack. And attack was what the burglar did, kicking her right between her beautiful thighs! “Agh, god!” Jenny screamed, as she clutched at her painful crotch, tears welling in her eyes. She just couldn’t believe this girl had kicked her there, girls don’t fight that dirty. And how it hurt! It scared Jenny to, being hit violently in her private.
The other girl grinned, “right in your baby maker! I’m Holly, by the way, I want you to know whose kicking your ass.” And with that the diminutive blonde smacked her in the mouth. “Uum!” Jenny cried as she put her hands to her bloodied lips, tears now streaming from her eyes. And with her arms raised Jenny’s big tits were exposed like a pair of punching bags, and Holly couldn’t resist such tempting targets. She swung a fist into each, the blows making a loud smack as they impacted on the soft orbs!
“My boobs, you punched my boobs!” Jenny covered her bruised tits with her arms. She was hurt, scared, she’d never been in a fight in her life, and as she tried to retaliate, that inexperience showed. Holly laughed as she dodged an inept punch from Jenny. “You fight like a girl”, the little blonde grinned, and demonstrated her own fighting skill with a flurry of blows to her opponents pretty face.
Part of a longer illustrated female v female fight story book by Dark Giant
Friday, 30 April 2021
Extract from a female v female illustrated fighting story net brawl available from battle annals http://www.battle-annals.co.uk/jg_artist_page_27.html
This is an eye witness testament of what happened at a female netball match in Bristol. The story made a small column in the Sun newspaper. It was the usual local story made interesting as potentially funny story about female fighting in public.
The Sun column headline was
‘Net brawl girls face bans”.
Two women’s netball teams – one black and the other white – face lengthy suspensions after a swearing, scratching, biting, kicking brawl ended with both sides being sent off.
The fighting in the game at Bristol between the all black Jaguars and Oldbury Court erupted when two players swore at each other after a foul.
Avon County Netball Association are investigating whether the players, aged between 16 and 28 were snarling racial abuse.
Some of the Jaguars used to play for the Severn Steppers, which disbanded last year after they were barred for bad behaviour on the court.
But the following eye witness testament provides a much more detailed account of the events. The eye witness was school caretaker who looked after the private all girls’ school in Bristol where the white team Oldbury Court played. It was Oldbury Girls School and the members were all old girls former pupils. Old Bury Girls School was a middle school. On the Saturday afternoon Richard the caretaker said he was walking by the play ground where the netball courts where Oldbury Court where playing their last game of the season against a rival team, the Jaguars. Richard vaguely remembered something his wife said about the match being important which ever team lost would be demoted to the second division. Also she told him that Oldbury Court were confident they would win as they had beaten the Jaguars away earlier in the season and now faced them with the home advantage. Richard was not a Netball fan but he did enjoy seeing the team in the sexy short dresses that allowed him to see their underwear when the flipped up as they played.
Richard was busy as he walked by and only glanced quickly at the two teams meaning to hurry on to the next chore. However what he saw made him stop and stare. He knew the Oldbury Court team all white woman all in their mid twenties. It was the other side the Jaguars than made him stop and stare. In contrast to Oldbury Court all the Jaguar players were black and all looked younger than their white opponents. The other striking difference was that Oldbury School was in posh well to do area of Bristol with attended by posh well to do pupils, the Oldbury Court players as ex pupils being no exception to this rule. The Jaguars came for a poorer less well to do some said a down right ruff area of Bristol and their players looked like it the all looked tough no nonsense streetwise working class black girls. Their coarse language and common accents also betrayed their back grounds.
It wasn’t the fact that they were black that made Richard think there were many black and Asian girls attending Oldbury School. It was the total contrast white posh well to do woman, against black tough poor women. Oldbury Court had wealth breeding and the best education that money could buy on their side. The Jaguars had athletic ability, tough no nonsense streetwise determination to win on their side. He wondered which side would win as they both needed to. Richard decided to stop and watch for a few minutes and as things turned out he was glad he did so. Richard could see that Oldbury Court had their best side out on the court. The Oldbury Court players wore short white Netball dresses with white socks and black Netball boots.
The Oldbury Court team consisted of Lady Victoria Hervey goal shooter and captain. She had a white bra and white silky panties on under her short white Netball dress with a yellow bib with GS written in large black letters denoting her position. Lady Victoria Hervey was tall and lithe with her blonde hair in a single ponytail at the back. Although pert Lady Victoria Hervey had nice sized breast that were visible through her white Netball dress. She was twenty five years old 5’ 9” tall and proud of being part of the aristocracy. privileged back ground. Emmaleigh-Rose Hargreaves wing attack in her short white dress with a white bra and pale pink silky panties on underneath she had the letters WA on her yellow bib. Emmaleigh-Rose Hargreaves had curly honey blonde hair that almost touched her shoulders, with small but pert breasts. Emmaleigh-Rose Hargreaves was from rich family middle classed family and tended to look down on others she regarded as inferior. Emmaleigh-Rose Hargreaves was twenty four years old and 5’ 8” tall with slim fashion models body.
Harmony Jean Whitherspoon centre in short from Netball dress with a white bra and pale blue silky panties on underneath she had a large C on her yellow bib. Harmony Jean Whitherspoon was twenty five years old 5’ 7” tall with blonde hair in two bunches she was snobbish and only really comfortable with other people like the other members of Oldbury Court that is members of a rich middle classed polite society. Harmony Jean Whitherspoon had small breasts but strong looking thighs well suited to Netball. Harmony Jean Whitherspoon only had disdain and contempt for working class people thinking them dull and uncouth. Harmony Jean Whitherspoon was not looking forward to the game and had commented on not enjoying the away match with the Jaguars. She thought their facilities cheep and dirty and was scared she might catch something.
Sabrina Danielle Spencer wing defence was wearing her short from Netball dress with a white bra and pale yellow silky panties on underneath, she had WW on the front of her yellow bid. Sabrina Danielle Spencer was twenty six years old and 5’ 8” tall with short blonde page boy style hair. Sabrina Danielle Spencer had narrow hips and small breasts. She was similar to Harmony Jean Whitherspoon preferring only to mix with her peer group people like her and not poor people, who she pitied and despised. She didn’t consider herself racist having a few black and Asian friends from school, but she didn’t like the Jaguars, thinking them vulgar and trite. Daniella Patricia Smithe goal attacker wore her tight fitting short from Netball dress she had GA on her yellow bib and a whit bra and pale pink silky panties on underneath. Daniella Patricia Smithe was 24 years old and 5’ 9” tall with her blonde hair in two bunches. Although lithe, Daniella Patricia Smithe had the most athletic looking body of the Oldbury Court team. Although not from the aristocracy Daniella Patricia Smithe came from very old rich and powerful family with much more influence even than the Hervey’s who were a pillar of the polite society in the Bristol area. Daniella Patricia Smithe was the most toffee nosed member of the Oldbury team, she had often voiced her dislike of having those kind of people allowed to have team in their Netball league, meaning poor and working class people, she had a particular dislike for the Jaguars.
Abigail Catherine Dewinters goal defence she had GD on her yellow bib. Abigail Catherine Dewinters had a white bra and white silk panties on under her tight short from Netball dress. Abigail Catherine Dewinters was 23 and 5’8” tall with free flowing long blonde hair. She was slim and wiry with small almost non existent breasts. Abigail Catherine Dewinters had a chip on her shoulder about young black working class women having had a run in with one at her local department store. She had complained loudly and bitterly to the Manager stating that such a woman shouldn’t be allowed in such a posh establishment and wouldn’t as a customer not that she could afford to be one. She was contemptuous of the Jaguar players. Camilla Angelica Bowels goal keeper had GK on her yellow bib and wore a white bra and pale blue silk panties under her short from Netball dress. Camilla Angelica Bowels, the tallest of the Oldbury Court team at 5’ 10” with long brunette hair in ponytail. She had athletic body with well proportioned breasts. Camilla Angelica Bowels had no particular dislike of the Jaguars merely indifference, the indifference she ad for all people she judged beneath her, particularly the Jaguars.
Richard had to mention Lady Isabella Hervey sister of Lady Victoria Hervey. She was not a player for Oldbury Court team but always came to support them and her sister. If possible Lady Isabella Hervey was a bigger snob than her sister. Lady Isabella Hervey was 28 years old and 5’ 9” tall with her long blonde hair in tight curls. She wore a short red expensive looking summer dress with black sheer stocking and red high heeled shoes. Lady Isabella Hervey had a white bra and pale mauve silk panties on under her short red summer dress. Lady Isabella Hervey was tall and lithe like her sister. She sued to play Netball but had retired when she got a cartilage injury. As an aristocrat she disliked poor people or peasants as she liked to call them thinking them dull and vulgar.
The Jaguars wore short black Netball dresses, black socks and black Netball boots. The Jaguars team consisted of Scarlet Williams goal shooter and captain. She was wearing her short black Netball dress with a white bib with GS on the front in large black letters, with a red bra and red cotton bikini knickers underneath. Scarlet Williams was 20 years old and 5’ 8” tall with a strong muscular body, her thighs were thick and solid nicely displayed by her short black Netball Dress. Scarlet Williams was tough street wise working class woman from a rough neighbourhood in Bristol. Scarlet Williams had been the captain of the Severn Steppers she disliked posh arrogant white women like the players Oldbury Court team who she knew looked down their noses at the Jaguar players. It had been another team of rich arrogant white women that had caused Severn Steppers to be thrown out of the Netball league for beating up the Ladies of Templemead players who had derided them constantly about their working class back ground.
Scarlet Williams was the captain the oldest and the leader of the Jaguars she was determined that the Jaguars would win this match even thought Oldbury Court had beaten them earlier in the season. Oldbury Court had only one by one goal had the game continued longer Scarlet Williams was convinced the Jaguars would have won. Also which ever team won the game would stay in this division and she didn’t want the Jaguars relegated. But even more Oldbury Court players were so arrogant after snatching their close victory belittling her team that she had struggled to stop her angry team mate’s from attacking them. It was early in the season and she didn’t want another team disqualified however bad the provocation had been. Scarlet Williams had a particular dislike for Lady Victoria Hervey and her sister Lady Isabella Hervey, they had been the most vocal and chiding of the Oldbury Court players. Although Lady Isabella Hervey didn’t play for Oldbury Court she was always there to support them and her sister. So for the Jaguars this was a grudge match and the fact that the Oldbury Court players seemed blissfully unaware of it would make it even more enjoyable to beat them. Beat them the Jaguars were going to do by what ever means possible.
Michaela McFarlane goal attack with GA on the front of her white bib. She had a red bra and red cotton bikini knickers underneath her short black Netball dress. Michaela McFarlane was 19 years old and 5’ 6” tall a stocky strong and tough young black woman. She had also been a member of the Severn Steppers and shared Scarlet Williams dislike of rich arrogant white women. Michaela McFarlane had been the Jaguars’ most angry player after their first match with Oldbury Court and had been more than ready to beat them up, and was only stopped by her captain Scarlet Williams.
Sasha Corbin wing attacker had WA on the front of her white bib. Sasha Corbin 17 years old and 5’7” tall another strong young confident black woman. Sasha Corbin had red knickers and bra on under her black Netball dress. Sasha Corbin did not consider herself a racist but she couldn’t stand the stuck up arrogant white Oldbury Court team after their first match. Their barely veiled comments had been down right rude bordering on racist. She wanted to win this match to keep the Jaguars up and to show that snotty nosed Oldbury Court team that they were not better than the Jaguars. Serena Guthrie centre with C on the front of her bib. Serena Guthrie was 18 years old and 5’5” tall. Although short Serena Guthrie was tough capable street wise and uncompromising young black woman. She wore the same as the rest of the Jaguars short black Netball dress black socks, black Netball boots and red knickers and bra under her Netball dress. Serena Guthrie had been a member of the Severn Steppers and resented posh rich arrogant white women blaming them for Severn Steppers being expelled from the league. She had a particular dislike for the Oldbury Court team as from their scandalous behaviour in the first match they archetype posh arrogant rich white women she so fondly disliked.
Sonia Mkoloma wing defence had WD on her bib. Sonia Mkoloma was 19 and 5’8” tall she had an athletic body with strong hips and thighs. She wore red knickers and bra under her short black Netball dress. Sonia Mkoloma liked to think of her self as fair friendly person. But she did not like the Oldbury Court team particularly after their childish behaviour after their narrow win in the first match. Sonia Mkoloma was determined that the Jaguars would beat the Oldbury Court team, not only demoting them but showing them who the best team was. Stacey Francis goal defence had GD on the front of her white bib. Stacey Francis was 16 years old and 5’7” tall. Stacey Francis was a tough wiry streetwise fighter who never gave up. She was adamant that the arrogant posh white Oldbury Court team wouldn’t get through her defence this time and that the Jaguars would win and put Oldbury Court team in their place. It was high time someone brought these arrogant rich white bitches down a peg or two.
Layla Guscoth goal keeper with GK on her bib she was 18 years old and 5’ 7” tall, she was a thickset and strong, a tough no nonsense streetwise black woman. She had been very annoyed that Oldbury Court team had managed to get the goal past her particularly the last one that was managed in her opinion by a foul play. Layla Guscoth had been outraged by Oldbury Court team big head arrogant chants and comments after winning by luck if not cheating. This time Layla Guscoth was ready for the rich arrogant snobs they were not going to get past her to score a goal. They were going down in the game down in the league and down on their bums if she had anything to do about it. Richard knew and he was sorry that the introduction was so long but he believed it was necessary to explain the lead up to the explosive and violent catfight that followed the Netball game. Why the Jaguars were driven to what they did by the scandalous behaviour of the Oldbury Court team.
The game was already halfway through the second half when Richard was passing and decided to stop and watch for a few minutes. He heard shouts and screams all though the match but put it down to the excitement and tension of the crucial match. The Jaguars were leading the game 3 goals to 2 and Oldbury Court team were far from happy and needed another goal to even the scores but at the moment it looked like the Jaguars would score again first. They had greater possession and more shots at goal, fortunately for the Oldbury Court team Abigail Catherine Dewinters their goal defence and Camilla Angelica Bowels their goal keeper were somehow managing to stop or deflect the Jaguars goal shots. But Richard could see that it was only a matter of time before the Jaguars managed to score. Then came the controversial move by the Oldbury Court team.
Emmaleigh Rose Hargreaves wing attack managed to intercept the ball. She quickly passed it to Lady Victoria Hervey goal shooter who caught it but was too far from the goal to be able to score. Emmaleigh Rose Hargreaves had moved forward so Lady Victoria Hervey could pass it back to her and move forward. Lady Victoria Hervey caught it and passed it to Emmaleigh Rose Hargreaves then ran forward. Emmaleigh Rose Hargreaves passed the ball to Lady Victoria Hervey who caught it while she was still running. Stacey Francis goal defence for the Jaguars raised her hand and shouted to the referee that Lady Victoria Hervey was travelling. The referee did not blow her whistle and Lady Victoria Hervey shot and scored a goal. Oldbury Court team ran round cheering while the Jaguars shouted in protest at the referee. “Referee she travelled two steps with the ball before shooting”, Stacey Francis goal defence for the Jaguars shouted at the referee. “What?”, the referee asked confused. “She travelled two steps with the ball before shooting”, Stacey Francis said pointing to Lady Victoria Hervey. “You must disallow the gaol”, Stacey Francis added. “Did she well I’m sorry I didn’t see her”, the referee replied. “She did I saw her as well she’s a cheat”, Layla Guscoth goal keeper for the Jaguars said as she ran up to the referee.
The referee called Lady Victoria Hervey over. “These two players said you travelled two steps before shooting, did you?”, the referee asked Lady Victoria Hervey. “Of course I didn’t”, Lady Victoria Hervey replied indignantly. “Oh yes you did I saw you”, Stacey Francis goal defence for the Jaguars shouted. “Yes and I saw it two”, Layla Guscoth goal keeper for the Jaguars said. “No you did not”, Lady Victoria Hervey snapped. “We did you’re a cheat just like last time”, Stacey Francis snapped. “I’m not a cheat how dare you accuse me of cheating”, Lady Victoria Hervey replied angrily. “They seem convinced you did”, the referee said. “Did you?”, she asked Lady Victoria Hervey. “No I did not they’re lying”, Lady Victoria Hervey replied. “I’m not lying you’re a cheat”, Stacey Francis said angrily.
“I’m not a cheat you’re just bad losers like last time”, Lady Victoria Hervey replied. “I know there is a lot at stake in this game but lets all calm down and sort it out”, the referee said trying to calm things down. “Who are you going to believe me of them?”, Lady Victoria Hervey asked the referee pointing at Stacey Francis and Layla Guscoth. “I am Lady Victoria Hervey and a member of the aristocracy and a pillar of the community you can’t take their word over mine”, she added. “I don’t care what you are I just know you’re a cheat and a stuck up snob”, Layla Guscoth snapped. “How dare you talk to me like that you working class low life tramp”, Lady Victoria Hervey replied. “You’re type are all the same”, she added. “What’s going on?”, Michaela McFarlane goal attack for Oldbury Court asked Lady Victoria Hervey as she and the rest of the Oldbury Court team gathered round Lady Victoria Hervey.
“They are accusing me of cheating travelling with the ball”, Lady Victoria Hervey replied. “That’s just rubbish they are bad losers”, Michaela McFarlane said echoing Lady Victoria Hervey’s argument. “Yes remember the sour grapes last time?”, Abigail Catherine Dewinters goal defence for Oldbury Court stated. “Yes just because we had a victory celebration in front of them”, Daniella Patricia Smithe goal attacker for Oldbury Court said. “I suppose just because we are English and white and conservative were not allowed to win?”, Harmony Jean Whitherspoon centre for Oldbury Court sniffed. “Yes its getting so English white people can’t celebrate their own culture and tradition without offending foreigners”, Sabrina Danielle Spencer wing defence for Oldbury Court stated. “Oh yes and lets not forget some of them are from that wretched Severn Steppers team the one expelled from the league for violent behaviour”, Emmaleigh Rose Hargreaves wing attack for Oldbury Court piped up.
Seeing two of their players surround by the Oldbury Court team Scarlet Williams goal shooter for the Jaguars led the rest of the Jaguars over to support them. The Jaguar players stood listening to the argument, getting more and more annoyed with the Oldbury Court players’ outrageous statements and comments. “Now listen hear you are accused of travelling cheating to score your last goal”, Scarlet William said butting into the argument. “No one mentioned race or ethnic backgrounds until you brought it”, she added pointing her finger at Lady Victoria Hervey. “Yes you rich white women are all the same you’re the ones with the chips on your shoulders”, Sonia Mkoloma wing defence for the Jaguars stated. “Yes remember that childish little pantomime after the last game?”, Sasha Corbin wing attacker for the Jaguars said. “You must only feel good when you are belittling others because they are poorer than you or come from poor neighbourhoods.”, she added. “Yes you tell her they have to put others down to ease their own inferiority complexes”, Serena Guthrie centre for the Jaguars remarked loudly. “Yes just typical just like the rich spoilt brats that they are”, Stacey Francis goal defence for the Jaguars stated.
“Isn’t that just typical of people like them?”. Lady Victoria Hervey asked her team pointing at the Jaguars with disgust. “When they are losing a better white team they have to accuse us of racism”, she added. “Yes aren’t they just my heart bleeds for the poor discriminated black girls”, Emmaleigh Rose Hargreaves sneered. “They are not English how can you expect them to understand the meaning of fair play”, Harmony Jean Whitherspoon stated. “Fair play that’s rich its your side that cheated”, Sonia Mkoloma said. “How dare you we are all as English as you we were all born in England”, Scarlet Williams said angrily. “You may have been born in England but it doesn’t make you English”, Lady Victoria Hervey replied. “A dog born in a stable isn’t horse even though it was born in a stable anymore than you are English”, she added. “Why can’t we be English because we are black I suppose?”, Layla Guscoth asked. “Yes that’s exactly why you will never be English”, Abigail Catherine Dewinters replied. “Wrong colour sorry not the indigenous race”, she added. “That’s not being racist I suppose?”, Stacey Francis asked indignantly. “No of course its not its stating facts”, Abigail Catherine Dewinters replied.
“Are you going to disallow the goal as they cheated?”, Scarlet Williams asked the referee. “I don’t think I can as I never saw her, its your teams word against theirs “, the referee replied. “There you are, stop arguing with the referee and lets get on with the game”, Lady Victoria Hervey said. “No I’m not playing again until the referee disallows that goal”, Scarlet Williams stated. “Your team is not prospering by cheating against us twice”, she added pointing at the Oldbury Court team. “We do not cheat, we don’t need to against the likes of you”, Lady Victoria Hervey replied. “You’re just bad losers who can’t bear think we are better than you”, Emmaleigh Rose Hargreaves stated.
“Yes its just typical of you common ignorant black people if you can’t get your own way you have to ruin it for everyone”, Harmony Jean Whitherspoon stated. “Now that was racist”, Layla Guscoth stated. “No calling you a stupid black ignorant bitch would be being racist”, Abigail Catherine Dewinters replied. “Ok that’s it that’s as much as I can stand of you arrogant stuck up rich white bitches”, Scarlet Williams said. “Surely that’s racist as well”, Lady Victoria Hervey quipped.
“Oh it most definitely was just as this is most definitely going to be painful”, Scarlet Williams said slapping Lady Victoria Hervey hard around the face. Scarlet Williams’s upper body swivelled round as she delivered the hard slap making her short black Netball dress lift up exposing her red cotton knickers. Lady Victoria Hervey gasped in shock and pain as she was slapped hard to her face. She went reeling backwards and sat dawn hard on her back side, her short from Netball dress flicked up as she fell backwards momentarily exposing her white silk panties.
When Lady Victoria Hervey sat down hard with a bump her short from dress pulled back half exposing the front of her white silk panties. “That was an assault I’ll have you arrested you cheap Nigger thug”, Lady Victoria Hervey said angrily as she stared up at Scarlet Williams. “Stop it, stop it, no fighting”, the referee shouted blowing her whistle. “Its too late for that now you had your chance to do the right thing”, Scarlet Williams said to the referee. “This is now a fight and a fight the Jaguars are going to win”, she added. “You know what happened to the Severn Steppers if you don’t stop this, the same will happen to the Jaguars”, the referee warned. “If it does it does I don’t care now my bloods up”, Scarlet Williams replied. “That’s it you tell her Scarlet”, Michaela McFarlane shouted in support. “Yes lets give them a right good hiding”, Serena Guthrie shouted. “Yes fight, fight, lets do the white stuck up rich cows”, the remaining Jaguar players shouted enthusiastically. “You touch any of us even once more and we will have the law on you stupid blackies”, Sabrina Danielle Spencer warned. “Huh like were are scared or something”, Sasha Corbin sneered. “I don’t see any coppers around to save you do you?”, she quipped. “Just like the low life cheap working class black scum that you are”, Camilla Angelica Bowels said. “Have to resort to violence dumb Coons like you don’t have the education or vocabulary to argue intellectually”, she added. “That’s it keep up the racial taunts white bitch and you’ll be more than sorry you did”, Stacey Francis warned Camilla Angelica Bowels.
“Push off or we will do you as well you whites are all the same”, Scarlet Williams said as she pushed the referee away. “OK that’s it the game is abandoned”, the referee said blowing her whistle. I will be making a full report to the Avon County Netball Association”, the referee added as she walked away. “No don’t go you can’t leave us here like this”, Sabrina Danielle Spencer shouted to the referee. “Well she has and now you’re going to be sorry you crossed us white girl”, Layla Guscoth stated as she squared up to the Oldbury Court player. “OK get up don’t just sit there showing your silk panties to everyone”, Scarlet Williams said to Lady Victoria Hervey who was still sitting on the ground legs apart her short from Netball dress hosted up half exposing her white silk panties. “We have a fight to finish”, Scarlet Williams added. “I’m Victoria Hervey a member of the English aristocracy don’t you dare touch me you cheap working class Nigger”, Lady Victoria Hervey replied. Lady Victoria Hervey was scared as were all the other Oldbury Court players they were no fighters and it was obvious that the savvy street wise black Jaguar player were. “I couldn’t give a fuck long live the revolution”, Scarlet Williams replied. I’m going to do more than just touch you, you rich spoilt white blue blooded brat now get up”, she barked loudly.
“Some one help me someone call the police”, Lady Victoria Hervey said fearfully to her team. Instantly the six remaining black Jaguars squared up to the six remaining white Oldbury Court player preventing them from going for help. Layla Guscoth 18 and 5’ 7” goal keeper for the Jaguars squared up to Sabrina Danielle Spencer 26 and 5’ 8” wing defence for Oldbury Court. Serena Guthrie 18 and only 5’5” centre for the Jaguars squared up to Daniella Patricia Smithe 25 and at 5’ 9” four inches taller than her Jaguars rival goal attacker for Oldbury Court. Michaela McFarlane 19 and 5’ 6” goal attack for the Jaguars squared up to Abigail Catherine Dewinters 23 and 5’8” goal defence for Oldbury Court. Sonia Mkoloma 19 and 5’8 wing defence for the Jaguars took on Emmaleigh-Rose HarGreaves 24 and 5’ 8” wing attack for Oldbury Court. Stacey Francis only 16 and 5’7” goal defence for the Jaguars went for Camilla Angelica Bowels 23 5’ 10” seven years her senior and three inches taller goal keeper for Oldbury Court. Sasha Corbin 17 and 5’7” wing attacker for the Jaguars made a grab for Harmony Jean Whitherspoon 25 and 5’ 7” centre for Oldbury Court. All seven white Oldbury Court players were now confronted by a tough black street wise Jaguar player and had no where left to run. They each faced a tough cat fight against a stronger tough and determined young black female.
Scarlet Williams 20 and 5’ 8” goal shooter and captain for the Jaguars reached down and grabbed the front of Lady Victoria Hervey’s from Netball dress with both hands, the back of her short black Netball dress flipped up as she bent down exposing the back of sexy looking red cotton knickers. Scarlet Williams dragged the white pantied English aristocrat Lady Victoria Hervey 25 and 5’ 9” goal shooter and captain for Oldbury Court up by the front of her from Netball dress.
For Richard this was a very exciting moment seven exciting and no doubt brutal cat fights were about to take place right in front of him. It was eight as it turned out but Richard did describe the eight and last fight at the end. Richard could still picture the scene seven tough angry and confident young black women stood ready to fight seven scared spoilt rich white women. It was going to be difficult to keep up with all seven fights as they were going to be all happening together. Richard was far enough away to see all the combatants clearly and near enough to witness all the action. It was hard keeping up with seven cat fights taking part at the same time but somehow Richard managed to get a reasonable account of all of them. Richard had a good memory not photographic but close to it so he was able to recall all the things that he saw piece meal and put them in order.
“Let go of me, let go of me you stupid low life Nigger lout”, the white pantied English aristocrat shouted in anger and fear as she was dragged up by Scarlet Williams. The back of the tough street wise Negress captain’s red cotton knickers were exposed by her flipped up short black Netball dress. Lady Victoria Hervey twisted and kicked her legs as she was hauled up making her short from Netball dress flip up completely exposing the front and sides of her white silk panties. “You just love showing of those silly white panties”, the tough street wise Negress captain sneered.
Richard got a quick glimpse of Lady Victoria Hervey’s white silk panties but it was enough to see that although they were made of white silk and no doubt expensive, they were large and old fashioned in design nowhere as sexy looking as the tough street wise Negress captain’s red knickers even though they were made from cheap cotton. “Keep up the racist remarks you rich white big mouthed bitch”, the tough street wise Negress captain sneered as she held the front of the older and slightly taller the white pantied English aristocrat’s from Netball dress. “Because it makes it much easier for me to do this”, the tough street wise Negress captain said as she brought her right knee up between the white pantied English aristocrat’s legs. Lady Victoria Hervey gasped in pain and her face went deathly pale as the tough street wise Negress captain kneed her in the crotch. Richard watched Scarlet Williams’s hard black knee slam into Lady Victoria Hervey’s crotch it was very exciting to see the pained expression on Lady Victoria Hervey’s anguished face.
“Anything racist to say now Honky?”, the tough street wise Negress captain asked as the white pantied English aristocrat’s legs gave way and she dropped to her knees. Lady Victoria Hervey didn’t reply she was in too much pain and knelt moaning her hands clasped on her badly aching crotch. “I didn’t think so all mouth and no action like all you rich spoilt white aristocrats”, the tough street wise Negress captain said leering down at Lady Victoria Hervey. “Leave me alone, .. please leave me alone”, Lady Victoria Hervey moaned weakly. “No I will not you earned this beating and you’re going to get it”, the tough street wise Negress captain replied. “Now get up a fight or I’ll attack you where you are”, she warned. “No stop it you’re mad, a crazy Wog”, Lady Victoria Hervey said fearfully. “I’m not mad or crazy, just pissed off with you and your team’s bad attitude and behaviour”, the tough street wise Negress captain replied. “Are you going to get up and fight?”, she asked. “No”, Lady Victoria Hervey groaned. “OK you asked for it them”, the tough street wise Negress captain said as she kneed the white pantied English aristocrat in the left breast with her right knee. “Ohhh”, Lady Victoria Hervey moaned as she was kneed in the left tit. The white pantied English aristocrat fell sideways onto the ground and lay holding her aching left tit.
“Oh no you don’t get up I’ve got lots more to do to you yet”, the tough street wise Negress captain said reaching down and pulling Lady Victoria Hervey up by the back of her short from Netball dress. As the white pantied English aristocrat was dragged up by her short from Netball dress the hem was raised at the back exposing the back of her white silk panties. The tough street wise Negress captain hauled Lady Victoria Hervey up onto her feet and gave her a couple of hard slaps to the face. “What’s up can’t the prissy white aristocrat fight?”, the tough street wise Negress captain asked as the white pantied English aristocrat stood on her shaky legs her cheeks turning red from the hard slaps. “Oh I hate you, you stupid dumb working class Sambo bitch”, Lady Victoria Hervey raged. “Watch it Cracker you better cut those racist remarks or I’ll treat you like the white trash you are aristocrat or not”, the tough street wise Negress captain said slapping the white pantied English aristocrat’s face again. Incensed by another stinging slap to her face Lady Victoria Hervey threw herself at Scarlet Williams and grabbed hold of her long black dreadlocks. Lady Victoria Hervey’ short from dress flipped up as she lunged at the tough street wise Negress captain completely exposing her white silk panties for a few seconds.
“I’m going to rip your stupid Gollywog hair out for that you black bitch”, the white pantied English aristocrat shouted as she grabbed the tough street wise Negress captain’s dreadlocks and yanked on the hard making her scream in pain. “Oh let go of my hair you sneaky Ass Jerkey bitch”, the tough street wise Negress captain screamed trying to get Lady Victoria Hervey hands out of her hair. “No way I’m going to rip these cheap stupid dreadlocks right out by the roots”, the white pantied English aristocrat hissed as she yanked even harder on the tough street wise Negress captain’s dreadlocks. Lady Victoria Hervey pulled Scarlet Williams’s head down by her dread locks and kneed her in the left breast. The tough street wise Negress captain grunted in pain and the back of her short black Netball dress flipped up exposing the back of her sexy red knickers.
“Who said I can’t fight you dopy low life Nigger?”, the white pantied English aristocrat asked kneeing Scarlet Williams in her right breast making her short black dress flip again giving everyone another short glimpse of her red cotton knickers. “You’re going to fucking die for that you white racist bitch”, the tough street wise Negress captain said angrily both her breasts aching baldy. “I don’t think so you gutter snipe Coon, you’re in no position to threaten me now”, Lady Victoria Hervey replied giving the tough street wise Negress captain’s dreadlocks a nasty yank.
“Don’t be so sure pigeon droppings”, the tough street wise Negress captain said as she swung her right fist up between Lady Victoria Hervey’s legs. The white pantied English aristocrat groaned in agony as Scarlet Williams punched her between the legs. The pain in her crotch was so bad and she had hardly got over the knee and had to let go of the tough street wise Negress captain’s dreadlocks so she could cup her aching crotch with her hands. The tough street wise Negress captain straightened up and punched the white pantied English aristocrat hard in the belly doubling her right over. Lady Victoria Hervey gasped in pain as she was punched in the belly her stomach muscles were already tight and burning from the punch to her crotch and doubled right up in agony. The white pantied English aristocrat was bent right over making the rear hem of her short from dress lift up exposing the back of her white silk panties “You’re no match for me you spoilt little rich white bitch”, the tough street wise Negress captain said clasping her hands together and raising above her head.
“Down you go to the ground at my feet where you belong, down with white stuck up aristocrat bitches”, the tough street wise Negress captain added bringing her hands down hard between the white pantied English aristocrat’s shoulder blades. Lady Victoria Hervey grunted and fell on her knees. Lady Victoria Hervey knelt on all fours moaning trying to recover from the belly punch and crotch punch, her short white Netball dress was flipped up exposing the back of her white silk panties. That was an exciting sight seeing Lady Victoria Hervey in pain humbled by Scarlet Williams on her hands and knees her white silk panties exposed. “Lower Albino monkey”, the tough street wise Negress captain said hitting the white pantied English aristocrat between the shoulder blades. “I want you lower enough to kiss my feet”, the tough street wise Negress captain added as the white pantied English aristocrat slumped flat out on her face. “Down where you belong Honky”, the tough street wise Negress captain said placing her foot on the back of the white pantied English aristocrat’s neck.
“You might be a rich white aristocrat but you’re no match for me”, the tough street wise Negress captain said as she used her foot to press Lady Victoria Hervey’s face into the playground tarmac. Lady Victoria Hervey groaned kicking her legs making her exposed white silk panties stretch real right so the were like a second skin and you could see every contour of her tight firm buttocks through the thin white silk. “Stop please stop it”, the white pantied English aristocrat pleaded her face pressed painfully into the tarmac of the play ground. “No never not until I’ve made you sorry you were born Cracker”, the tough street wise Negress captain replied as she dropped down and sat astride the white pantied English aristocrat’s waist facing her feet. “What the hell are these?”, the tough street wise Negress captain asked in disgusts as she got a much closer look at Lady Victoria Hervey’s white silk panties exposed by her flipped back short from Netball dress.
“They are expensive silk underwear the type worn by well to do rich white people I wouldn’t expect a cheap working class Sambo like you to appreciate them you have no breading”, Lady Victoria Hervey sneered contemptuously. “Not that you could afford them if you did”, she added. “Don’t get fucking high and mighty with me you blued blooded arrogant white bitch”, the tough street wise Negress captain replied. “Particularly not in those silly old fashion granny knickers”, she added. “They are expensive and tasteful to decent people anyway not dumb native jungle bunnies like you”, the white pantied English aristocrat said angrily pounding the ground with her clenched fists. “Expensive why because the are ancient relics I suppose?”, the tough street wise Negress captain asked as she pulled the hem of the white pantied English aristocrat’s short from Netball dress up completely exposing the back of her white old fashioned looking silk panties.
“My god they are hideous and large big enough to fit three women”, the tough street wise Negress captain said shaking her head as she had a closer look Lady Victoria Hervey’s white silk panties. “They are so out dated their not ancient relics more like prehistoric”, the tough street wise Negress captain added. “Don’t you dare criticise my silk underwear when you’re wearing such cheap cotton knickers”, Lady Victoria Hervey said indignantly. “But that’s fitting coming for cheap working class Nigger like you”, she added. “I’ve already warned you about your racist remarks”, the tough street wise Negress captain replied. “Also I’ll say what I dam well like about your silly white panties”, the tough street wise Negress captain added. She grabbed hold of the waist band of the white pantied English aristocrat’s white silk panties and pulled on them stretching them tight. The white pantied English aristocrat’s tight white silk panties became even tighter. The thin material now looked almost transparent it was stretched so tight.
“Stop it, ... stop it, those are expensive and you’ll pay for them if you damage them”, Lady Victoria Hervey shouted angrily as she felt her white silk panties being stretched tight. “The only one who is going to pay for their actions is you, you stuck up fucking white rich bitch”, the tough street wise Negress captain replied. “For that big racist snobbish mouth of yours”, she added as she let the white pantied English aristocrat’s panties snap back against her skin.
“Ouch, ..that hurt”, Lady Victoria Hervey yelped. “Good it was meant to”, the tough street wise Negress captain replied. “Its high time someone brought such a stuck up snobbish white bitch down to size”, the tough street wise Negress captain added. “Oh just get off me you dumb Coon”, the white pantied English aristocrat’s shouted angrily. “No not till I’m good and ready”, the tough street wise Negress captain replied grabbing and stretching the white pantied English aristocrat’s white silk panties. “Oh god not again this is just horrendous”, the white pantied English aristocrat’s complained as her white silk panties were stretched tight again by the tough street wise Negress captain.
“I’ll stretch them and more as much as I like you blue bloodied upper class racist bitch”, the tough street wise Negress captain sneered. The tough street wise Negress captain stretched the white pantied English aristocrat’s white silk panties even tighter this time. “Stop that you will tear them”, the white pantied English aristocrat shouted in alarm. “If they do its no more than you deserve you racist white bitch”, the tough street wise Negress captain replied. Its was true Richard could see that the stitching on Lady Victoria Hervey’s white silk panties was struggling under the strain of being stretched so tight, it was an exciting and thrilling sight. Richard really enjoyed seeing Scarlet Williams dominate Lady Victoria Hervey and ridicule her old fashioned looking large thin white silk panties. Their cat fight was definitely beginning to get interesting and Richard was now glad he stopped to watch. Richard was sure that if Scarlet Williams kept on stretching Lady Victoria Hervey’s white silk panties he might easily see them split or be pulled right off. Richard waited in excited anticipation for either or perhaps both to happen.
“Oh get of me get off me”, the white pantied English aristocrat whined. “Don’t worry I am but I haven’t finished with you yet”, the tough street wise Negress captain replied as let go if Lady Victoria Hervey’s white silk panties and stood up. “I want you on your back if you please my Lady or should I say Massa”, the tough street wise Negress captain said giving a mock bow using the word Massa in such a derogatory fashion it was insulting. “Piss off you Nigger”, the white pantied English aristocrat hissed angrily. “Come on you dumb white fuck, it wasn’t a request Ass Jerkey”, the tough street wise Negress captain said she kicked the white pantied English aristocrat in the ribs. “Roll over onto your back”, she ordered. “Stop kicking me you black lowlife scumbag”, the white pantied English aristocrat moaned. “No only when you do as you are told”, the tough street wise Negress captain said kicking Lady Victoria Hervey in the ribs again. Lady Victoria Hervey’s grunted and rolled onto her back to save herself anymore painful kicks to the ribs. “That’s better now my rich haughty high and mighty English racist blue blood this should shut your racist mouth for a little while”, the tough street wise Negress captain said as she delivered a knee drop to the white pantied English aristocrat’s belly.
Lady Victoria Hervey let out a short gasp as Scarlet Williams knee was driven hard into her belly. The knee drop totally winded Lady Victoria Hervey and she lay moaning silently hand clasping her aching belly. “Silence at last”, the tough street wise Negress captain sighed as she dropped down and climbed astride Lady Victoria Hervey waist. The tough street wise Negress captain grabbed hold of the white pantied English aristocrat’s arms and pressed them to the ground above her head. Lady Victoria Hervey winded could do nothing to stop her. “OK the fun is over Massa its time to get down to business”, the tough street wise Negress captain said as she inched up Lady Victoria Hervey’s chest until Lady Victoria Hervey’s head was between her strong black thighs. The tough street wise Negress captain pinned Lady Victoria Hervey’s shoulders under her knees and folded her arms waiting for Lady Victoria Hervey to get her breath back. “Oh get off me you stupid jiga boo I hate you”, Lady Victoria Hervey said angrily getting her voice and breath back a little while later. “No not till you do as I say”, the tough street wise Negress captain replied.
“I’m not doing anything for you but have you arrested and deported back to where you belong for assaulting a peer of the realm”, Lady Victoria Hervey said indignantly. “You’re just another black illegal immigrant criminal who should go back to the jungle where you belong”, Lady Victoria Hervey added. “I’m not an illegal immigrant I was born here I’m British I’m from Bristol not the jungle”, the tough street wise Negress captain replied waving her finger in front of Lady Victoria Hervey’s. “Also arrest and deport yourself racism is a criminal offence”, she added. “Huh as if any Judge is likely to side with an ignorant working class black immigrant against a white English aristocrat like me”, Lady Victoria Hervey sneered. “Who cares there is no judge here to save you Massa”, the tough street wise Negress captain replied. “Its time to do what I say and I say you are going to kiss my knickers”, the tough street wise Negress captain added pulling her black Netball dress back exposing her red cotton knickers.
“I’ll never do that Nigger”, Lady Victoria Hervey hissed. “Oh yes you will white bitch it just a matter of persuading you”, the tough street wise Negress captain replied. “I will persuade you Massa believe me I will”, the tough street wise Negress captain added slapping Lady Victoria Hervey hard round the face. “Ohh stop that”, Lady Victoria Hervey shouted in pain as she was slapped hard to the face. “No kiss my knickers”, the tough street wise Negress captain replied slapping Lady Victoria Hervey’s face again. “I’ll never do that you dumb Coon”, Lady Victoria Hervey gasped angrily. “Won’t you now?”, the tough street wise Negress captain asked as she delivered several hard sting slaps to Lady Victoria Hervey’s face.
“Stop it, .. stop”, Lady Victoria Hervey screamed kicking her legs in frustration. Lady Victoria Hervey’s kicks flipped the front of her short from Netball dress back exposing the front of her white silk panties. “Kiss my knickers”, Scarlet Williams ordered slapping Lady Victoria Hervey’s face very hard. Lady Victoria Hervey screamed and tears of pain ran down her cheeks and she kicked her legs repeatedly in frustration.
Lady Victoria Hervey’s violent leg movements made her tight fitting white silk panties stretch even tighter with every frustrated kick. The thin silk stretched then slackened with every kick straining the thin material and seam stitching. “Kiss my knickers you dumb landed gentry white fucking waste of space or I’ll rip your stupid old grannies white panties off”, Scarlet Williams warned as she grabbed hold of Lady Victoria Hervey’s white silk panties and stretched them tight. “Don’t you dare rip my panties of you cheap low life Nigger”, Lady Victoria Hervey said angrily. “Huh why what you going to do to stop me?”, the tough street wise Negress captain sneered. “How about this Nigger”, Lady Victoria Hervey replied lurching up suddenly catching Scarlet Williams by surprise and tipped her back. Scarlet Williams gasped in shock as she was tipped back off Lady Victoria Hervey’s chest and she was forced to let go of Lady Victoria Hervey’s white silk panties to save herself from being rolled completely off Lady Victoria Hervey.
“Will see whose going to lose their knickers”, Lady Victoria Hervey said as she sat up and grabbed the tough street wise Negress captain’s red cotton knickers with her right hand and stretched them out tight. “Oh let go of my knickers you fucking sneaky white bitch”, the tough street wise Negress captain said angrily as she sat back up to confront Lady Victoria Hervey. “No Sambo”, Lady Victoria Hervey replied stretching the tough street wise Negress captain’s red cotton knickers even tighter. The tough street wise Negress captain slapped Victoria Hervey’s right hand so hard she was forced to let go of her red cotton knickers.
The tough street wise Negress captain yelped as her knickers snapped back painfully against her naked skin. “You’re going to pay for that Massa”, the tough street wise Negress captain hissed angrily and grabbed hold of Lady Victoria Hervey’s breasts through her short from Netball dress. “Oh let go of my breasts you evil black monster”, Lady Victoria Hervey cried painfully as the tough street wise Negress captain grabbed and squeezed her breasts. “No I’m going to squeeze your stupid fucking white tits flat”, the tough street wise Negress captain replied angrily squeezing Lady Victoria Hervey’s breasts even harder. “Oh stop it, let go, let go”, Lady Victoria Hervey shouted. “No you rich white haughty fucking bitch, I’ve changed my mind about you kissing my knickers”, the tough street wise Negress captain replied. “I’ve got a much better idea”, she added as she forced Lady Victoria Hervey’s upper body down to the ground while still squeezing her breasts. Lady Victoria Hervey was in too much pain from the breast mauling to resist and was forced down onto her back. “Right now you’re going to get it little Miss white pantied rich girl”, the tough street wise Negress captain said as she inched up Lady Victoria Hervey’s chest until Lady Victoria Hervey’s head was between her powerful black thighs. “You’re going to pay for all the exploitation and oppression you and your kind have down to me and my kind”, the tough street wise Negress captain said as she pulled back her short black Netball dress uncovering the front of her red cotton knickers.
“What are you going to do?”, Lady Victoria Hervey asked fearfully. “Push them into your smug white English aristocratic face”, the tough street wise Negress captain replied. “You wouldn’t dare”, Lady Victoria Hervey said in shock. “Oh yes I would you fucking white racist bitch”, the tough street wise Negress captain replied as she pressed her red cotton knickers into Lady Victoria Hervey’s face. Lady Victoria Hervey was completely smothered by Scarlet Williams’s red cotton knickers. When she realised she couldn’t breathe she started to panic. Lady Victoria Hervey started to wriggle and kick her legs in a vain attempt to free herself. The tough street wise Negress captain easily rode out Lady Victoria Hervey’s struggles and kept her red cotton knickers firmly pressed against Lady Victoria Hervey’s face. The white pantied English aristocrat’s kicking made her tight fitting white silk panties stretch tighter straining the seam stitching. The white pantied English aristocrat’s tight fitting white silk panties stretched then slackened with every kick of her legs causing folds in the thin white silk that rippled across the front of her white silk panties from the gusset to the waistband.
Their catfight just seemed to get more violent and more exciting. Richard was eagerly waiting to see Lady Victoria Hervey forced to kiss Scarlet Williams’s red cotton knickers. However Richard was even happier when he saw them pressed into Lady Victoria Hervey’s face. Richard enjoyed her kicking and twisting under the tough street wise Negress captain who was smothering her with her red cotton knickers. The thought struck Richard as to how ironic it was that a rich white English aristocrat like Lady Victoria Hervey was so completely humbled and beaten by a cheap pair of red cotton knickers, worn by a black working class girl from one the worst areas of Bristol. Richard couldn’t also help but stare at Lady Victoria Hervey’s expensive white silk panties being stretched and stained by her leg movements. Richard was fascinated by folds in the thin white silk rippling across the front of her expensive but very old fashioned looking white silk panties. Richard was almost transfixed until lack of oxygen slowed then finally stopped Lady Victoria Hervey’s movement. Richard was sorry to see the strange but exciting ripples across the front of her white silk panties stop.
By Friar Battle-annals Copyright 2010
This a the start of a longer female fight story it has three full colour action illustrations by the artist JG
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