Bar Brawl Jennifer Lawrence v Amanda Righetti

Bar Brawl Jennifer Lawrence v Amanda Righetti (Story:Ginny/Result:Lookout)
Lawrence: 26yo, 5'9”, 139#, 34C-26-36 vs. Righetti: 34yo, 5'9”, 127#, 34B-25-36

Lawrence had been one of the 'hot properties' in Hollywood since her first Oscar nomination - for a riveting portrayal of an Ozark mountain girl in 2010's “Winter's Bone” - but her career began at age 14 when she appeared on TV in small parts that gave her valuable experience. She broke out in 2008 after “The Bill Engvall Show” when, in 2008, she starred in “The Poker House” and “The Burning Plain.” Jen credited “Burning Plain” for setting her on the path to a celebrity boxing career. In the cast of “Plain” were Charlize Theron, Kim Basinger, Rachel Ticotin and Robin Tunney, all of them women who were, or had been, celebrity fighters.

“Sitting around while the crew was setting up shots,” J-Law recalled to a magazine writer years later, “they told stories about the fights they'd been in. It fascinated me. One afternoon, Robin and I went out back of our trailers for an improptu sparring session. I never experienced anything like that. With Charlize, Kim and Rachel egging us on, it got heated once or twice, but the feelings I had made me want more. All these years later - I'm with Charlize every day and I know what it's like to do this for real. I couldn't be more excited.”
So it's understandable if Lawrence sometimes “overreacts” whenever she hears someone dissing Theron who's become her “close friend.”
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This 'bar' was more roadhouse than a bar; a rural, out of the way, sawdust and peanut shells on the floor beer joint where Hollywood's female celebrities could dress down and be comfortable because the 'rough, blue collar, biker dyke types' who hung out to shoot pool and drink beer respected each others privacy and left them alone. Hollywood's actresses often went to extremes to avoid paparazzi and prying reporters looking to dig up 'dirt' on someone. An upscale lesbian bar was one ploy even straight (ESPECIALLY straight) women would use, knowing the clientele wouldn't rat them out to the press and any male reporter or photographer would stand out. Female reporters, those who were 'in the closet' couldn't write about what they'd seen, and most clubs knew who their regular customers were, so a strange face stood out.

This roadhouse/bar was much the same, except their usual clientele weren't “upscale Hollywood elite” but blue collar working woman and quite a few female bikers... some, but not all, lesbians. Most of the women just wanted a few hours away from a “man's world.” Blake had been introduced to the place by Jeri Ryan who used it as a retreat from the media during her 'Star Trek' years, then again during a bitter divorce. Jeri suggested it to Charlie and Blake who'd used it a few times when they wanted privacy to discuss something with Jennifer or Lindsay Lohan - who had become a regular visitor.

Which was why, when she and Jen wanted a “quiet place to get together for a couple of beers to celebrate their August birthdays and to talk about Jennifer's recent loss to Amanda Righetti,” Blake suggested 'the roadhouse.' It would give Jennifer the time and space needed to vent about her disappointment at losing a fight she'd been in control of at the midway point, only to have everything suddenly go awry. It wasn't a talk Jen was comfortable having out in the open at the stables gym, so a quiet table in the out of the way roadhouse was a good solution.

Unfortunately, when they got to their table, there was a party of five women at the very next table, also celebrating two August birthdays. The ringleader was the very same Amanda Righetti not eight feet away and they were loudly putting down J-Law's 'best friend' Charlize Theron! J-Law was livid at overhearing Righetti, Katrina Law, Milena Govich, Nadia Bjorlin and Evangeline Lilly all boasting to their 19 y/o rookie, Kira Kosarin, how “easy” it was to beat Charlize (Lilly in 2007, Nadia in 2011, Amanda & Milena in 2012.) Law and Govich hadn't yet “had the pleasure” but both were loud about their eagerness for a chance to join their friends on the winning side of the 'Theron Ledger' - an unofficial accounting by the California Celebrity Boxing Commission of all the women who'd beaten “The Golden Goddess” while she is still considered “a force to be reckoned with.”

They were taking turns bragging about past glory and it was all getting on Jen Lawrence's nerves. “You should get yourself some before Theron get too old to fight anymore,” Righetti told Kira. “Having her on your resume will be great, especially now she's 'enshrined' in the 'old timer's wing' at the celebrity boxing retirement home hall of shame!” They all laughed at the derisive comment about a woman Jennifer thought of as not only as a mentor, but a 'good friend'.

Hearing them, Jen finally got so fed up she stood up and headed to their table. Blake, a stable mate of Lawrence's and longtime friend of Theron's, jumped up to grab Jen's arm. “Don't! It's just beer talk,” she warned. “Those fights were years ago, it doesn't mean anything.”

“It means something to ME...and to Charlize,” Jen snapped angrily, turning on her friend. “It should to you, too. She's your friend as well as mine. They're trashing her to that rookie and who knows how many others that they've told the same lies to!”

“If you really want to help Charlize,” Blake said, looking around the bar and seeing everyone had stopped talking to listen and see what would happen next. Blake took out her cellphone and said, “Here, call her and let her know. She's the one they're gossiping about, not you. You don't have to... you shouldn't... stick your nose where it doesn't belong. If she wants to do something about it, then we'll go along to have her back. But this...” she waved the hand holding her cellphone at the bar, “is NOT the time...or the place...to make it your business.”

Righetti, Govich, Bjorlin and Lilly had all turned around to watch - and listen - as Lively and Lawrence argued. Lilly and Bjorlin (the two August birthday girls) both rolled her eyes like 'what can you do, they're blondes.' Govich shrugged, but she licked her lips hungrily as she studied Lively's long, lean, torso... imagining how much fun she could have with it in a ring, or a bedroom, or even a sawdust and peanut shell littered roadhouse floor! Bjorlin concentrated on Lawrence, having seen her in the ring and wondered how good she really was. Maybe today she'd find out!

But only Amanda seemed to actually be affected by their conversation. First, because the redhead didn't like ANYONE talking about her behind her back. Second, because nothing she'd said was (strictly speaking) untrue...sure she'd exaggerated, a little, about Theron being 'too old' but anyone with a sense should have known the 'retirement home hall of shame' crack was a joke. Amanda actually respected Charlize, or anyone, who could still be competitive boxing into their 40's!

“Hey Righetti!” Jen said, tapping Amanda on her shoulder harder than necessary to get her attention since it wasn't necessary at all! Amanda knew very well who was behind her. A slow red flush rose up her face, then Amanda suddenly shoved her chair back, knocking Lawrence into a woman sitting at the table behind Jennifer. When Jen hit her chair, the woman jostled the table and spilled a pitcher and three glasses of beer. Everyone jumped up. Only one woman grabbed her beer before it spilled, the other three women yelped as they got a lap full of ice cold brew!

“Watch where you're going, you drunken sl*t!” the first woman screamed, spinning around and shoving Lawrence back into Righetti.

“You're gonna pay for that beer!” a second woman screamed, pointing at Jennifer - instead of Amanda who'd caused the spill. Amanda was tough looking, 34 y/o, redhead with an angry red face, an unbuttoned open flannel shirt over a white 'wife beater' tee-shirt, powerful biceps, and bicycle shorts flaunting her muscular thighs... all of which made it (in the woman's mind) an easy choice to blame the baby faced, 26 y/o, Lawrence - in her sloppy 'Daddy's Little Girrl' sweatshirt and jean shorts that made her thick thighs look soft - the 'no brainer' easy target for her anger. So they all thought!

“Screw you!” Jen barked at the second woman, giving her the 'finger' before she turned around... and bumped chests with Righetti who was standing, hands on hips, and a look on her face like she was daring Jen to 'try something.'

Before Jen could get a word out, Blake Lively got between them, put a hand on each woman's chest to hold them apart while she played “peacemaker.” Big mistake! Before Blake realized what was happening, she was being held between Govich and Bjorlin, each with strong hands clamped on one of her arms. She struggled as hard as she could, but either one of them was her equal; two at once was (at least one) too much for her to handle.

Lilly stood off to the side, watching and waiting to see if, or where, she may be needed. “You better stay out of it Lively,” Evangeline said. “You've lost, what, a half dozen straight fights? You don't want to make it seven do you?”

“It's only five straight,” Blake corrected, then blushed realizing she'd spoken that shameful fact aloud in a bar full of women who'd love to watch her being beaten and stripped. “But I can handle you alright,” she said to Milena, trying to sound more confident than she felt. “Maybe even both of you,” she added, looking at Lilly with no confidence whatsoever in her eyes.

Govich and Bjorlin exchanged a look, then both laughed when Nadia asked Blake, “Who do you want to start with?”

Jen ignored the by-play between Blake and the three bitches; chested up to Righetti, looked her in the eye and said, “Take it back!”

Amanda just smirked and shrugged. “Take what back, you whiney little snot? Take back the fact your old girlfriend is too over the hill to beat any fighter still in her prime? Take back that she should be an an old folks home? Maybe I should take back that after whipped Theron's ass like the rented mule she's become something of a joke? How about she's a name if it's on her resume could still help Kira? I especially like that last one, by the way, because Kira's one of about fifty young fighters eager for a chance to add Theron's name to their 'did her and done' list before it's too late for it to be a plus anymore!”

Jen's face grew redder and redder with each insult of her mentor. By the time Amanda stopped to take a breath, J-Law had heard enough! She swung and THWACK punched Righetti on the side of her jaw. Only quick reflexes saved Amanda from a one punch KO, but even then she fell back onto the table where she and her friends had been sitting. Beer, pretzels, unshelled peanuts and glasses flew as 'Big Red' landed on her back on the table top, her flailing arms sweeping everything onto the floor.

FIGHT! FIGHT! cried the women who only came to the roadhouse for three things: cheap beer, free snacks, and rough catfights! (OK, maybe G-G sex, but not ALL of them!) They were ready to see a terrific fight because, no matter how brief or one-sided it may be, it'd still be better'n the stale popcorn!

Amanda lay spread-eagled on the table, shaking her head to clear it when Jen grabbed her ankles and pulled her off the table. When her butt reached the edge Amanda dropped straight down, her head and shoulders struck the legs of an overturned chair, she bounced off and landed hard on the floor.

Amanda's head was spinning from the several impacts and she was in no shape to defend herself as Jen hair-hauled her to her feet, straightened her up with a forearm to the bosom, then drove a hard right into her belly. Amanda folded like a bad poker hand, face-planting in a puddle of beer on the floor at Lawrence's feet! Jen kicked her over onto her side, then titty stomped her several times for good measure as the big redhead curled up on her left side with her arms protecting her breasts until the stars in her eyes went away.

Lawrence's foot swung back to kick Amanda in the head when Lilly suddenly grabbed her and pulled her back. Pointing to Lively who was struggling in the grip of Katrina Law and Nadia Bjorlin, Lilly warned Jen, “You kick her in the head or face and we bust your skinny girlfriend up worse.” Then Lilly let her go, stepped away and said, “Your choice, honey pie.”

Jen looked down at Righetti, then slowly lowered her foot to the floor. She bent, grabbed Amanda's left wrist and twisted, rolling her onto her stomach, then gave it another twist to force her back to her knees. Jen, stepped in front of Righetti, looked at Lilly, smiled and nodded her understanding of the 'rules' then kicked Righetti in the left breast; the toe of her shoe sinking deep into the soft tissue so far Amanda that couldn't get enough air to even scream in pain as loudly as she might have.

“Not the head,” Jen smiled to Evangeline. “Got it!” Then she kicked Amanda in the chest again, and then a third time. “I could do this all day,” she said happily.

“No you couldn't,” Lilly said. “I'll change my mind if you tick me off. Won't I girls?” she asked Katrina and Nadia. They each had a handful of Blake's hair and used it to jerk her head, leaving her staring at the ceiling. Then Katrina Law smashed her fist down onto Lively's left breast... three times! “You get the message, Jenny-fur?” Evangeline asked, her eyebrows raised.

Frustrated, Jen nodded and stepped over Amanda's arm and twisted, putting her in a hammerlock, then levered it high up her back and forced her head down to the floor. Jen sat on Amanda's back, flattening her chest and stomach on the floor. As she straddled Amanda she leaned into the hammerlock, then looked up at Lilly and warned, “Don't get too full of yourself, Sweetie. At some point, I may stop caring about blondie and decide kicking this bitches ass is worth her temporary discomfort.”

Having, at least temporarily, called Lilly's bluff, Jen used a handful of Amanda's red hair to get her to her feet, then ran her headfirst into a large chalkboard on the wall where they kept score for darts games. When Amanda's head hit the chalkboard, it split in the middle and the impact knocked the dart board off the wall. It fell on Amanda's head, bounced off and rolled crazily around in circles on the floor until it finally toppled over. The crowd, some of them, laughed at the sight of their dart board rolling in crazy circles on the floor, but the angry glares from Lilly, Law, Govich and Bjorlin, plus Kosarin's perplexed expression, made them stop until they got a sign it was OK to laugh again!

Jen was perplexed what to do next. Her best offensive moves had been 'outlawed' by Lilly and she was worried too much about Blake but not enough about her own predicament. She grabbed Amanda by the back of the shirt while the big redheaded fighter was on her knees, her face on the floor, her butt raised. Jen pulled on the plaid flannel shirt to haul the big redhead to her feet so she could go back to punching and kicking her, but the well-worn shirt came apart at the seams and Jen fell on her ass with nothing to show for her hard work but a handful of old, worn out, flannel rags!

Jen sat up and saw Amanda, in her wife-beater tee-shirt, struggling to her feet, the front of her tattered flannel shirt fluttering to the floor; one hand on the wall for support, the other holding her head. Jen scrambled up, lowered her shoulder and drove it into Amanda's chest, her feet pumping as she shoved Amanda back into the chalkboard. Amanda's head hit the blackboard again, more cracks radiating out from the impact point as chalk dust haloed around her head!

Amanda's body folded forward over Lawrence's back and the big redhead wrapped both arms around Jen's chest, clasped hands under Jen's breasts, and then in a display of brute power, she bent her knees, and lifted Jen upside down as she straightened up. She held Lawrence with her crotch in Amanda's face, her legs draped over her shoulders as she took three steps... then Power Bombed Jen down onto - and thru - a table! Pieces of table top, a napkin holder, a bowl of peanuts and some empty beer bottles flew in all directions as the table top, legs and supporting arms collapsed around Jen, who ended up flat on her back with bits and pieces of the table top on her, around her, and under her!

Jen couldn't catch her breath and, for several seconds, she panicked, thrashing around in the debris, kicking and flailing, tossing broken table parts every which way! Nearby, Amanda leaned on a wall catching her own breath; massaging her breasts, ribs, and head; thinking of ways to make Jen regret every punch, kick or hit she'd suffered. Amanda vowed to repay her...in spades!

Righetti put her fists up and walked toward Jen who backed up, her hands fisting as they came up in front of her. Jen blocked Amanda's first jab, but Amanda's right slammed into her ribs under her left elbow and Jen grunted in pain, making Amanda smile. Amanda jabbed again, twice, both struck Jen, the first on her right cheek, the second above her right eye. Jen blinked as she kept backing up, pumping her own jab at Amanda. Righetti didn't bother trying to block Jen's jabs, she just walked thru them, letting Jen's fists bounce off her cheek and forehead and her jaw. Amanda shook her head and kept moving forward.

Jen felt the presence of the crowd of women behind her and was worried someone would grab her and hold her for Amanda. Apparently, Amanda thought so too, because she stopped her advance and told the women, “Give her room and don't anybody interfere. She's mine!” It didn't reassure Jen, but the sound of shuffling feet behind her gave faint hope the crowd might obey Amanda's order.

Jen circled to her left, popping the jab in Amanda's face, to little effect as Amanda kept pressuring her with her consistently advancing attack. Lawrence tried a left hook-right cross combination and she felt the left sink in under Amanda's right, then her own right cross buckled Amanda's strong legs. Jen tried another right, but Amanda blocked it with her left, then grabbed Jen's right forearm with her right hand and pulled her off balance, then swept her feet out from under her. Jen hit the floor hard on her right shoulder, groaning as pain shot thru her shoulder and neck!

Righetti was on her in an instant, straddling her waist, pinning her right arm with her left knee, then hammering Jen's chest with her right fist. All Jen could do was use her left arm trying to block Amanda's right hands, but that still left Amanda's left hand and Jen had nothing to protect her against that!

But Amanda had something in mind for her left hand. She grabbed Jen's hair and banged her head on the floor several times, stunning her, then she stood up, walked around to Jen's head, grabbed her sweatshirt and pulled it up over Jen's head, leaving it over her face to blind her as she hauled her to her feet and slammed her head against the bar. BONK! Jen dropped to her knees, her head slowly dropping lower and lower until it rested on the bar's brass foot rail. Amanda took Jen by the feet and dragged her on her back away from the bar, leaving Jen's sweatshirt behind on the floor, exposing a pink flowered brassiere that held her firm young, C-cup breasts.

“Strip her!” someone in the crowd yelled. “Yeah, let's see what she's hidin' in those shorts!” another suggested. But Amanda shook her head and reminded them SHE was calling the shots and that put an end to that.

“You got the point yet girl?” Amanda growled. “You're not in my class. Not yet!”

Jen slowly pushed up on all fours, then fell back onto her haunches. Several women laughed when they saw her cleavage was now caked with sawdust, peanut shells and popcorn. Jen shook her head, her disheveled hair flying wildly, then she struggled to her feet and turned to face Amanda. Then everyone gasped when she put up her fists again.

“Yes... I am,” she argued, though it didn't sound very convincing in her current situation.

Amanda smiled and nodded, then stepped up and SMACK, slapped Jen so hard the blonde was knocked on her butt. Amanda reached down, helped Jen up, then SMACK, slapped her down again! Again, Amanda reached to help Jen up, but Lawrence pushed her hand away, rolled over on her hands and knees, and struggled to her feet on her own. Once she was upright, she threw a badly telegraphed and hopelessly slow right at Amanda's head.

Righetti easily blocked it, then caught Jen, lifted her and threw her onto the pool table where she hit hard, sending balls skittering in all directions; rebounding off bumpers; careening back across the table in a crazy-quilt pattern. Jen tried to roll over, but several balls ended up under her, sending sharp, agonizing, jolts of pain thru her spine. She managed to continue to roll over the felt top until she tumbled off the other side. Pulling herself painfully to her feet, she looked across the table at Amanda... and felt fear like never before. Amanda was coming around the table, her face a mask of undisguised malice!

Jen did the first thing that came to mind - picked up a pool cue and swung it as hard as she could! The heavy wooden cue slammed across Amanda's chest, leaving a dark welt bisecting both firm breasts over her nipples. Amanda cried out and recoiled, her hands instinctively raising to her aching orbs. Jen didn't hesitate; she swung the pool cue again, this time it swept in below Amanda's hands, smacking into the undersides of both breasts! Again, Amanda let out a pained squeal of agony as she fell back against the side of the table, bracing herself with her hands behind her; her eyes wide; her mouth twisted in a grimace; her dark and deadly eyes glaring at Jen with no hint of mercy.

Jen raised the cue and swung it a third time. This one onto Amanda's left shoulder where the cue snapped in two on impact, the jagged end of the broken cue slicing down across Amanda's chest, ripping her thin tee-shirt open to expose her criss-cross bruised bosom.

Amanda staggered back, obeying her impulse to cover her breasts with her hands, which gave Jen time to drop the broken pool cue and find another weapon. She picked up a chair, raised it overhead and rushed Amanda, intending to smash it on her head before she could raise her hands to defend. But Amanda turned around and ducked as Jen brought the chair down. Ducking saved her head but the chair exploded on her upper back, shattering in a shower of kindling, driving her to her knees and stunning her!

Jen looked down at the two chair legs in her hands, all that was left of the chair! They were better than nothing, so she started to beat Amanda's back and flanks with the chair legs as Righetti scrambled around on the floor on hands and knees, weaving in and out of chairs abandoned as women scrambled away from the melee.

Amanda crawled under a table and came out the other side; putting distance between them as Jen elbowed her way through the crowd going around the table rather then drop down and crawl after the redhead. Once Amanda was clear, she got to her feet and looked for a weapon of her own. She finally chose a chair of her own and held the back with the legs in front of her like a lion tamer. Lawrence feinted, jab stepped, and tried to get Amanda to turn the chair to one side so she could rush past the legs. But Righetti didn't wait and instead of hiding behind her chair, she moved forward, jabbing the chair legs at Jen as she went on the offensive!

Jen beat her pair of chair legs against Amanda's chair but she knew she'd lost the advantage. Amanda was once more the pursuer and Jen the pursued. Jen backed up, glancing back over her shoulder for a path to open space where she would have room to maneuver. But the excited crowd of women had closed in behind her as she chased Amanda and there was no place to run except...

Jen dropped to the floor, abandoning her 'weapons' as she scrambled on hands and knees under the same table Amanda used moments before. Jen popped up on the other side and raced around the pool table, then stopped and turned to confront Amanda, who had - like Jen before - chosen to force her way through the crowd rather than give up her chair. Good thing too!

Lawrence realized she was cornered with the crowd on one side and Amanda rounding the pool table on the other. Her only three avenues of escape were: a door behind her marked “Ladies”; or plunging back into the crowd; or going thru Amanda. None of them attractive options.

Then Jen saw something she might be able to use to her advantage. She picked up two balls from the pool table, wound up and threw one at Amanda's head! Righetti raised her chair to block. CLONK! Jen threw a second ball; again Amanda blocked it with her chair. CLACK!

'Oh-oh!' Jen thought as she grabbed two more balls. This time she threw with a sidearm motion, and as Amanda raised the chair, Jen held the ball a second longer, aiming at Amanda's legs.

“OUWWWW!” Amanda cried when the hard ball hit her left shin and glanced off under the pool table. Righetti was hopping around on her right foot when Jen threw the fourth ball which hit the redhead in the chest. “DAMM!” Righetti yelped as she dropped the chair to grab her breast. Jen picked up the last ball from the table, and clutching it in her fist, charged Amanda with her arm raised.

Amanda's eyes went wide as she saw Jen rushing at her with the ball in her fist. When Jen swung, Righetti raised her left arm up to block the blow, then let out a scream when the ball hit her on the elbow. CRACK! Her arm went numb and fell limp to her side! Jen raised the ball to swing again. With no room to retreat, Amanda's only option was forward. She lowered her shoulder and lunged, hitting Jen in the chest and driving her back. With her left arm still numb, Righetti had to use her right and did; punching Lawrence two or three times in the belly while her shoulder kept shoving Jen back until she slammed against the door marked “Ladies.”

Jen threw her hands out to catch herself as the door flew open and as she fell backward through the open door, she lost her grip on the ball which rolled away to disappear among the milling feet of the crowd.

Amanda followed Jen into the Ladies Room where Jen was sitting on the floor looking up at her. Jen's face was red and flushed as she sat leaning back, both hands behind her on the cracked and dirty tile floor. When Amanda came close, Jen lashed out with both feet and kicked Amanda's feet out from under her! Amanda fell to her knees in front of Jen, and Jen kicked again, this time hitting her in both breasts! Amanda went flying over backward, landing on her back with her head and shoulders halfway out of the Ladies Room.

Everyone in the crowd gasped except one woman who smiled and thought to herself, 'Ho-leeeee sh...!'

Amanda sat up shaking her head; looked into the Ladies Room and saw Lawrence struggling to her feet, holding onto the open door with her left hand and the opposite wall with her right. She stumbled and almost fell, then steadied herself as Amanda got to her feet and stalked forward with fists clenched and jaw set. Just as Amanda stepped into the doorway...

BANG! “Unnnngh...” Jen slammed the door in Amanda's face! Amanda went reeling back to the pool table again, her nose bleeding, head spinning with stars circling round it. Jen opened the door and stepped out, hands at her waist, fingers curled in a 'come on' gesture. Amanda braced herself against the pool table, then shook her head again trying to clear it. Her lips pursed, she again moved toward Jen, this time more carefully. Jen stood in the doorway, blocking Amanda's progress... until Righetti let out a scream and threw herself at Lawrence!

Jen met her charge chest-to-chest, stopping Amanda cold in the doorway. Then, suddenly, Jen yelped as she recoiled back into the restroom interior when Amanda drove her fist deep into the blonde's paunch! Amanda ran her down, grabbed two handfuls of blond hair, swung Jen around and send her careening out of control into a row of sinks lining the wall. Jen's stomach hit the porcelain counter and she folded forward, her head hitting the mirror...which shattered on impact!

Jen slid down and sat on the floor, blood running from a horizontal cut on her forehead. Righetti hair-hauled the stunned blond up by one arm, swung her around and flung her backward into one of the stalls. The door opened and Jen fell in backward, ending up sitting on the commode inside the stall!

Righetti stepped into the stall, pulled the dazed blond up by the hair and drove a knee up into Jen's belly, lifting her off her feet and depositing her on her ass on the floor leaning against the commode. Without hesitating, Righetti grabbed Jen's feet and dragged her out of the stall. Then she started to spin, dragging Lawrence around and around on the dirty floor until centrifugal force started to lift Jen's body into the air. When she had her going as she wanted, Amanda mentally calculated the desired angle and trajectory, then at precisely the right time....let go...

... Jen's body sailed through the air, out the door into the roadhouse, where she landed and bounced a couple of times before she skidded to a stop in a pile of sawdust and peanut shells between the two pool tables where she remained limp and motionless.

Amanda came stalking angrily out of the Ladies Room, walked up to Jennifer who hadn't moved since she hit the floor. Amanda sat her up, slapped her several times to bring her around (more or less) then used two hands in Jen's hair to pull her to her feet, squeaking protests and pawing helplessly at Amanda's hands.

Righetti brought her right fist around from her hip and buried it deep in Jen's belly again! The blonde doubled over, her mouth gaping, knees buckling as she collapsed in Amanda's arms. Righetti jacked her up, then pounded her fist into Jen's belly once more. This time when Lawrence folded, Amanda stepped aside and as Jen's body jackknifed, Amanda kicked her in the ass! Jen staggered a few steps and sprawled face down on the peanut shell and sawdust littered floor.

Amanda hair-hauled her to her feet and hammered Jen's belly with two more gutting right hands. Then as she was folding up, Amanda delivered the coup d'grace - a left uppercut that turned out Jen's lights and left her spread-eagled flat on her back amid peanuts, popcorn, beer labels, and other trash and debris on the bar room floor. Righetti studied her a moment, then turned and walked back to her friends who'd been enjoying themselves (and Blake Lively) while Amanda had been 'playing' with Lawrence.

“That was awesome, 'Mandy',” Kira Kosarin gushed as she rushed to congratulate Amanda. “How was it? Was she tough as it looked? Or was it easy? How's she compared to Theron? Do you think I can beat her? Why....”

Amanda put her hand over Kira's mouth and shook her head. “Later, huh? I'm in no shape to talk about it right now.” Then turning to Lilly, Righetti said, “How's my nose? I think it might be busted...!” Lilly pinched it, bringing tears from Righetti's eyes, and wiggled it back and forth a couple of times until Amanda slapped her hand away and snapped, “Stop dammit!”

“Well, it's not busted,” Evangeline told her. “You probably just stuck it somewhere you shouldn't,” she chuckled, that being something Amanda often told her when she'd been bad or got her lights punched out.

“How's your new girlfriend?” Amanda asked Nadia Bjorlin and Milena Govich who were holding Blake Lively between them; Blake looking far more disheveled and rumpled than when the fight started. Blake's eyes were downcast, and there were tears on her cheeks. Amanda could only imagine what she'd endured whenever Jen Lawrence had the upper hand, brief as those times may have been.

“What are we going to do with them?” Katrina Law asked, referring to Lively and Lawrence.

Amanda shrugged. “I dunno. Anybody want either one?”

A woman in the crowd spoke up and said, “Yeah. We'll take that tall, skinny, blonde!” Amanda looked over and saw it was the leader of one of the “dykes on bikes” clubs she'd had a few run-in's with in the past.

“Forget it!” Amanda told her. Then she turned to Blake and asked, “Unless you want to go with her. In which case, leave with my blessings,” she added with a generous sweeping motion of her arm.

Lively shook her head. “No thanks.”

“I think she'd rather stay and party with Nadia and Milena,” Kira said hopefully. “Maybe I can watch?”

“Watch and learn kitten,” Katrina Law purred, ruffling Kira's hair. “But maybe you should wait 'til you're old enough. I mean, those old fighters have long memories; if you hang around and take notes you may learn something, but ol' Blake-a-roonie there could hold a grudge I'm not sure you're up to paying... least, not yet. You better take a rain check on that.”

“'Mandy, what ARE we going to do with her?” Evangeline asked, nodding at Lively. “We either gotta let her and Lawrence go or...or...what?”

Amanda and Lilly put their heads together to discuss where to go from here, but while they were talking, Jen roused herself and started to crawl toward the front door of the roadhouse, looking for a way out of the mess she'd put herself in. The crowd, slowly parted to make way as she crawled unsteadily on all fours, her bloody nose leaving crimson droplets on the floor in her wake as she slowly made her way toward freedom.

“Well, well!” Govich said. “Hey 'Mandy, your prize pigeon's flyin' the coop.”

Righetti looked over her shoulder at Jen's wobbly behind and sighed. She turned and walked toward Jen who had stopped and was blinking against the bright sunlight streaming in the open door a few feet in front of her. Suddenly, she was caught by the back of her jean shorts, lifted off the floor and taken back to the dark interior of the roadhouse by Righetti easily carrying her with one hand!

Jen bleated a softly muted protest as Amanda swung her back and forth several times, then lifted and swung her up into the edge of the pool table, her belly hitting it hard enough to knock the wind out of her. Amanda grabbed her knees and flipped her over onto her back with her butt at the table rail, her legs dangling limp over the edge. Righetti spread Jen's legs and stepped between them, wedging them open with her hips, keeping her hands free.

Amanda unsnapped the snaps of Jen's jeans, then slowly pulled down the zipper. Jen sat up and reached down trying to stop her, but Amanda backhanded her across the face and knocked her back. Jen lay still as Amanda finished unzipping her shorts, then she turned and asked Kira Kosarin, “When's your birthday?”

Kira said, “October Seventh, why?” Amanda didn't answer, just pulled a handful of balls to her and chose two; the ten ball and the seven ball. Righetti held them up so Kira could see, 10-7, her birthday. Whatever Amanda had in mind, Kira was pleased to know it was meant as her birthday gift!

Amanda pulled open the fly of Jen's shorts and dropped the two balls down the front, then zipped them back up and closed the snaps. Lifting Jen under the arms, Amanda set her on her feet.... then drove her knee up into Jen's crotch where the '10' and '7' balls had been strategically positioned.

CLACK!

Jen gave a weak little groan and collapsed on the floor where she stayed out cold!

The women in the bar all gaped for a moment, then one laughed and said, “The old ball buster!” Everyone joined in the laughter...except Blake whose stomach was churning so hard she feared she may vomit.

Lilly turned to Amanda and said, “That...was...freakin'...AWESOME! Where'd you learn that?”

Amanda looked around at the ramshackle roadhouse and then back at Lilly. “In a place very much like this one, except it was in the Netherlands... and years ago.”

Nadia and Milena exchanged a look, and a wink, then Nadia said, “Hey Kira, you'd better get those balls...”

“Yeah,” Milena chimed in. “Someone may need them to play pool later and they'd be two balls short.”

Kira, unsure what to do, looked at Amanda and Evangeline. They both made motions with their hands like 'go ahead', so she carefully walked over to Jennifer and poked her with her foot. When the blond didn't respond, she knelt beside her and studied her briefly, then looked back at Nadia and Milena who were still holding Blake firmly under control between them.

“Well, go on...” Nadia said impatiently. Kira unsnapped the snaps and pulled down the zipper, then hesitated.

“Oh, for PETA's sake,” Evangeline barked. “Pull her shorts down already.”

Kira wiggled around and straddled Jen's legs, reached up and started to work the tight, beer soaked, denim shorts over Jen's hips, butt and thighs. It was hard work and Kira's own butt wiggled provocatively as she struggled. All the women in the bar held their breath as she slowly worked the shorts down to reveal a girly pink thong with flowers that matched her bra.

Kira's face was bright red when she tossed the shorts aside. They hit the floor with a solid THONK and rolled out onto the floor.

“OK, that's enough ladies,” Amanda announced. Kira jumped to her feet incensed at being put through the teasing but then she saw her teammates laughing and realized it had been some kind of bonding and knew she'd been accepted by the group and she too began to laugh.

Blake Lively was the only one who didn't find humor in her friend being beaten unconscious and stripped for the amusement of her attackers, but she was wise enough not to say anything... not today!

Lilly picked up Jen's beer soaked shorts from where Kira had thrown them after she pulled them down, went thru her pockets and came up with a hundred and sixty three dollars and change. The change she left on the floor where it fell as she turned out the pockets. She gave twenty dollars to the women who'd been sitting at the next table, telling them, “Buy yourself a pitcher and get your clothes cleaned. It's on her....”

“So's the beer!” the first woman said, grabbing a pitcher from another table and slowly pouring it up and down the length of Jen's torso until she started to wake up. She poured the rest on Jen's face, then kicked Jen's ass with the toe of her boot and snarled, “G'wan, get your skank ass outta here b'fore my girlfriend gets ideas about doin' that fat ass. I got enough trouble already without your kind comin' around flaunting yur goodies. G'wan, scat kittycat!” she said, kicking Jen again and again as she scrambled around on all fours looking for her clothes under overturned tables and chairs while the crowd hooted and jeered.

Evangeline gave the rest of Jen's money to the bartender. “For any damages. If there's anything left, put it in a kitty for bribing the Sheriff, or whatever. If there's not enough cash, you and your girls can take the rest out of her ass,” she said, pointing at Jen's derriere. “There should be plenty of it to go around and then some!” she chuckled.

Marge, the bartender and part owner, told her, “Don't worry about the Sheriff. Her deputies don't respond to calls here unless me or one of the other bartenders calls. They expect me to keep order here and I do; they spend their time on 'serious' crime, not petty stuff like this.”

When the 'Ladies of Lookout Manor' were picking up getting ready to leave, Marge asked Amanda, “Hey. Why don't you come back again Saturday? You haven't fought here in quite a while now.”

Amanda shrugged. “Busy with some other stuff. But I admit, I miss the action, the excitement... and the lack of a referee getting in the way. This afternoon was a fun reminder of the good old days. I may drop by one weekend; you never know.”
* * * *
It had been twenty or more minutes since Amanda left before Blake finally had Jen sitting up and alert enough to even consider leaving. Most of the crowd had already left; headed home to fix their men dinner or to a club to party the night away. The woman who'd poured beer on Jen hung around hoping to get in a few licks of her own, but after a brief chat with Blake she decided it wasn't worth the risk, so she and her friends left.

Naturally, as soon as all the excitement died down, that's when Charlize and Jeri Ryan finally showed up out of breath from running nearly a half mile from the car they'd had to park in the 'overflow' parking lot.

“I texted her as soon as I saw you were going to make a scene,” Lively told Jen when Charlize came barging in the door as Blake was helping Jen to her feet so she could finally squirm and wriggle into her wet denim shorts.

“Should have texted her sooner, dammit,” Lawrence grumbled. “Maybe she'd have got here in time. Where'd they go anyway?”

“Oh, right after the new girl stripped you, the bartender said they'd better git. They left laughing their asses off. The brunette took some cellphone pics of you all stretched out in that cute little pink thong and bra with flowers. They should be on the Internet tonight or tomorrow!” Blake giggled excitedly. “Anyway, this was almost as much fun as the time we sorta talked Charlize into that South African thing. You remember what happened? A disaster! At least YOU didn't end up on worldwide TV with a retired porn star narrating every moment.”

Charlie, Jeri and Blake got Jen onto her feet and supported her between them as they headed for the front door. Just before they left, Marge the bartender whistled to get their attention and crooked a finger at Charlize; calling her over.

She told Blake and Jeri, “Get her in my car, I'll be just a minute.” She went to the bar and asked Marge, somewhat huffily, “What do you want?”

Marge smiled and nodded at the door where Lawrence had just been half carried/half dragged out. “She one of your chippies?” Charlize looked over her shoulder and realized she meant Jen.

“She's my protege!' Theron said curtly. “I'm her mentor; her trainer; her coach... and her best friend. What's it to you?”

Marge studied Charlize for a moment, then grinned. “You're sleeping with her. I can smell it on you.” Charlize tried to deny it, but put up her hand. “I'm not judging you. God knows I've gone down on my share of cooch in my lifetime. Just thought you'd want to know that the big redhead who done that to her sometimes fights in here Saturday nights. We clear space and two gals go at it until one can't, or won't, continue. If you're interested, I could save a spot for you and 'Big Red'... that is if you think you're woman enough to handle her.”

Marge, no slouch at reading women, had intuited as soon as she saw Theron that Charlize was a woman who overreacted to any insinuation she wasn't up something - regardless of whether she was or not. Just the suggestion she wasn't 'woman enough' to take on Righetti stoked her competitive fire and practically guaranteed she would, in spite what her rational brain - or her friends rationale - told her was a bad idea.

“I'll be here Saturday,” Charlize said impetuously. “Let's see if SHE'S 'woman enough' to show up and face me. And if you 'just happen' to talk to her, tell her I said she's going to be sorry. She went too far with my girlfr... uh, fighter.”

As soon as Charlize was out the door, Marge took out her cellphone and called an old friend. “Evangeline? You got your wish hon. Theron just left all fired up to take on 'Rigs.' Now it's up to you to get Mandy back in here Saturday. What stakes this time? Mmmmm, wow! That much eh? OK, I'll get the money together and reserve the usual 'party room' for after... I just hope your girl's as good as you say. She didn't seem all that overpowering. Huh? Really? Didn't 'try hard' so it'd get back to Theron she's lost a step? Really? It sure looked like she WAS trying - and still near got her ass kicked. OK. OK. No skin offa my ass, it's your call! Get your woman ready and we'll see if that blonde bimbo even shows up. She didn't look like much in the flesh, but then... with some women... you just never know, do you?”

THE END
(Read what happens next in: “Theron vs Righetti - A Private Room Powerplay” coming in September)