Post by SPA Universe on Oct 22, 2020 13:22:18 GMT -6
Story: The Comediennes / Results: Lookout!
“Ms. Brie, there’s an Elyse Willems here to see you,” said a voice from her intercom.
“Yes, let her in,” replied Alison.
Alison would be lying if she said she wasn’t at all nervous. After all, she had never been in a proper fight before. Sure, her GLOW training meant getting in the ring and throwing holds on others. Plus, her time at Front Street let her get in the ring a few times to spar and soak in as much experience as she could from the outside looking in. But an actual fight? She wasn’t exactly sure what to expect.
From her living room window she saw Elyse Willems pull up in her car. The blonde shut the door behind her and knocked on the front door. Alison took a deep breath, walked over to the entrance, and let her soon-to-be-opponent in.
The two women stared at each other for a moment without sharing a word. Their height was a perfect match and as a result they shared an even eye plane. They soaked each other’s bodies in at the exact same time. Elyse opted for a tight white t shirt and jeans. Alison meanwhile had on a black tank top and high wasted gym shorts. The tops of both women were slightly rolled up, showing off the smallest glimpse of their abs.
“Would you like to come in?” asked Alison.
“Yes,” said Elyse. “I would.”
Elyse walked into Alison’s home, the door closing and locking behind her. Alison guided her up the stairs and into an empty office room. Alison had had it cleared out in the hours before Elyse had arrived. The room had a small window that was at an angle and not much else. Beige carpeting and white walls created a very unassuming setting. However, what was about to transpire was anything but boring.
Alison closed the door behind them as Elyse removed her shoes. The room was tiny, about six by six feet. Despite their equally small statures, there wasn’t much space for either woman to escape if they got into trouble. In the corner were two folded hand-towels and two bottles of water.
“There are cameras in this room,” said Alison as she gestured to several corners of the room. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“No,” Elyse said. “It’s fine…”
“Well, I suppose we should get started,” said Alison.
She lifted her clenched hands up towards her jaw. Squatting her knees and shifting her feet into place, she took her fighting stance. Elyse mirrored her. If you listened close enough you could hear the hearts of each woman pounding with an amalgamation of fear and anticipation.
Elyse moved first, coming forward and meeting her hands with Alison’s. Alison’s apprehension costed her as Elyse followed up by banging her torso into the brunette’s. Alison backed up a step, but then launched her own body back at Elyse. That evened things up a bit and soon they focused on trying to overpower each other’s arms. After a contentious few moments, it became clear that Alison had the power edge. She began bending back Elyse’s wrists and the blonde grimaced as she felt her trembling arms beginning to give ground. Elyse scrunched up her face and began to sink down to a knee. Alison stood over her opponent, a satisfied grin on her face, as she lifted up her foot to kick down at Elyse’s chest.
The blonde fell backwards onto her ass as her hands slipped from Alison’s grip. The brunette took advantage of this and quickly scrambled on top of Elyse. Planting her ass down on Elyse’s stomach, she took a handful of blonde hair and inflicted a barrage of slaps across her opponent’s face. Front-hand, back-hand, front-hand, back-hand. Elyse was taken aback, but soon found her hands snapping up to Alison’s hair and bringing the other woman down to her side.
As the women lied parallel with each other, the real fight began. They wrestled for the dominant position all the while slapping, clawing, and shredding hair. Neither girl could quite find herself on top of the other for long. Soon strands of hair and shredded bits of shirt littered the office floor. Each woman sported battle wounds: bruises and scratches for the most part. Their cheeks reddened as sweat dampened their hair and dripped from their chins. The thin materials of what remained of their shirt clung to their bodies, bound by copious amounts of perspiration.
Elyse finally got her foot on Alison’s gut and used it to break the two women apart. Each girl scrambled to their feet and assessed their damage. They also took stock in the damage done to them. Both women heavily panted, but neither was anywhere close to being ready to give. They raised their hands, each one clenching their fist as they stepped back towards each other.
Alison threw a bare-knuckle jab that knocked Elyse backwards. Alison moved forward, throwing alternating rights and lefts to Elyse’s body. The blonde was in trouble as her back hit the wall. Alison continued to bang at Elyse’s body, her fists bouncing off of the blonde’s stomach. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the room. Elyse took the brutal punishment before finally getting a handful of brunette hair. She took Alison’s head and slammed it into the wall. Alison let out a telling grunt and sunk down onto her knees.
The blonde gripped her stomach as she backed away. Alison wearily rose to her feet as the two locked eyes. Elyse went after her. Coming in and dodging a right hook, Elyse threw an uppercut that laid Alison flat against the wall. Elyse rammed her shoulder into Alison, flattening the brunette further into the wall. The blonde took Alison’s head and banged it into the wall some more. The fight was clearly slipping away from Alison, who wasn’t used to taking blows like this.
As she began to slide down the wall, Elyse stopped her and straightened the slightly older woman up.
“No no, you don’t go down yet,” said Elyse.
Elyse clenched her right fist and began to sink it into Alison’s abs. She pulled it back and then shot it forward again. Her fist began to wreak havoc on Alison’s stomach. Over and over again she carved through the brunette’s abs. Alison couldn’t catch her breath. She couldn’t think. She didn’t know what to do.
But then instinct took over and Alison, whether knowing it or not, took a handful of blonde hair. She peeled herself off of the wall. She pulled Elyse’s head backwards. Using it like a steering wheel, she walked a shocked Elyse backwards all the way to the opposite wall. Slamming the blonde into it, Alison followed up by banging her abs into Elyse’s.
“You want to soften up my stomach?” said Alison. “b*tch, you can’t soften my stomach. But I can definitely soften yours.”
Over and over again Alison’s body rams into Elyse’s. And sure enough, while Alison’s hardened flat abs stay consistently taut, Elyse’s began to whither. The brunette finally let Elyse slide down onto her ass. Alison can see the fight is finished, but it’s not enough.
She took Elyse by the hair and dragged her to the center of the room. Dropping down behind her, she let her legs come out on either side of Elyse’s body. Alison’s forearm came across Elyse’s throat and the brunette leaned backwards. Her legs locked together by the ankles, cementing a sleeper-hold and scissors combo.
Elyse’s eyes began to immediately water. She choked out as her already red face turned a deep scarlet. Alison kept the hold on, pumping her legs and sending shockwaves of agony through the blonde’s already defeated torso.
“Give…” Alison demanded.
Elyse refused, continuing to cough out as the much needed air was stolen from her body. She shook her head.
“You fought well,” said Alison. “But you weren’t good enough to defeat me. You have a fight with Billie coming up, what do you think she’ll do to your abs? If you give up now you might be able to handle her assault. If you keep holding out she’ll bust you up until you can’t breathe anymore… now, give.”
Elyse could only partially process what Alison said, but what she could hear made sense. Her abs had already taken an insane amount of damage. Any little bit she could salvage could be the difference between victory or defeat against Eilish next week. Elyse closed her eyes, swallowed her pride, and finally she relented.
“Okay…” croaked Elyse. “I give up. You win. You beat me.”
Alison released Elyse from the hold. The blonde coughed out and rolled over onto her stomach, clenching her throat and stomach at the same time. Both hurt like Hell. Alison sat there, looking over the damage she had done. She gave a smirk and walked over to the corner.
Picking up a towel and a bottle of water for herself, she patted the sweat off of her forehead. After several swigs of water, she addressed her beaten foe.
“There’s a towel and water bottle for you in the corner,” Alison said. “I’ll leave out a shirt for you, that one is completely ruined. Take your time to recover before you leave.”
And with that, Alison left the room, allowing Elyse to soak in yet another catfight loss.
“Ms. Brie, there’s an Elyse Willems here to see you,” said a voice from her intercom.
“Yes, let her in,” replied Alison.
Alison would be lying if she said she wasn’t at all nervous. After all, she had never been in a proper fight before. Sure, her GLOW training meant getting in the ring and throwing holds on others. Plus, her time at Front Street let her get in the ring a few times to spar and soak in as much experience as she could from the outside looking in. But an actual fight? She wasn’t exactly sure what to expect.
From her living room window she saw Elyse Willems pull up in her car. The blonde shut the door behind her and knocked on the front door. Alison took a deep breath, walked over to the entrance, and let her soon-to-be-opponent in.
The two women stared at each other for a moment without sharing a word. Their height was a perfect match and as a result they shared an even eye plane. They soaked each other’s bodies in at the exact same time. Elyse opted for a tight white t shirt and jeans. Alison meanwhile had on a black tank top and high wasted gym shorts. The tops of both women were slightly rolled up, showing off the smallest glimpse of their abs.
“Would you like to come in?” asked Alison.
“Yes,” said Elyse. “I would.”
Elyse walked into Alison’s home, the door closing and locking behind her. Alison guided her up the stairs and into an empty office room. Alison had had it cleared out in the hours before Elyse had arrived. The room had a small window that was at an angle and not much else. Beige carpeting and white walls created a very unassuming setting. However, what was about to transpire was anything but boring.
Alison closed the door behind them as Elyse removed her shoes. The room was tiny, about six by six feet. Despite their equally small statures, there wasn’t much space for either woman to escape if they got into trouble. In the corner were two folded hand-towels and two bottles of water.
“There are cameras in this room,” said Alison as she gestured to several corners of the room. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“No,” Elyse said. “It’s fine…”
“Well, I suppose we should get started,” said Alison.
She lifted her clenched hands up towards her jaw. Squatting her knees and shifting her feet into place, she took her fighting stance. Elyse mirrored her. If you listened close enough you could hear the hearts of each woman pounding with an amalgamation of fear and anticipation.
Elyse moved first, coming forward and meeting her hands with Alison’s. Alison’s apprehension costed her as Elyse followed up by banging her torso into the brunette’s. Alison backed up a step, but then launched her own body back at Elyse. That evened things up a bit and soon they focused on trying to overpower each other’s arms. After a contentious few moments, it became clear that Alison had the power edge. She began bending back Elyse’s wrists and the blonde grimaced as she felt her trembling arms beginning to give ground. Elyse scrunched up her face and began to sink down to a knee. Alison stood over her opponent, a satisfied grin on her face, as she lifted up her foot to kick down at Elyse’s chest.
The blonde fell backwards onto her ass as her hands slipped from Alison’s grip. The brunette took advantage of this and quickly scrambled on top of Elyse. Planting her ass down on Elyse’s stomach, she took a handful of blonde hair and inflicted a barrage of slaps across her opponent’s face. Front-hand, back-hand, front-hand, back-hand. Elyse was taken aback, but soon found her hands snapping up to Alison’s hair and bringing the other woman down to her side.
As the women lied parallel with each other, the real fight began. They wrestled for the dominant position all the while slapping, clawing, and shredding hair. Neither girl could quite find herself on top of the other for long. Soon strands of hair and shredded bits of shirt littered the office floor. Each woman sported battle wounds: bruises and scratches for the most part. Their cheeks reddened as sweat dampened their hair and dripped from their chins. The thin materials of what remained of their shirt clung to their bodies, bound by copious amounts of perspiration.
Elyse finally got her foot on Alison’s gut and used it to break the two women apart. Each girl scrambled to their feet and assessed their damage. They also took stock in the damage done to them. Both women heavily panted, but neither was anywhere close to being ready to give. They raised their hands, each one clenching their fist as they stepped back towards each other.
Alison threw a bare-knuckle jab that knocked Elyse backwards. Alison moved forward, throwing alternating rights and lefts to Elyse’s body. The blonde was in trouble as her back hit the wall. Alison continued to bang at Elyse’s body, her fists bouncing off of the blonde’s stomach. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the room. Elyse took the brutal punishment before finally getting a handful of brunette hair. She took Alison’s head and slammed it into the wall. Alison let out a telling grunt and sunk down onto her knees.
The blonde gripped her stomach as she backed away. Alison wearily rose to her feet as the two locked eyes. Elyse went after her. Coming in and dodging a right hook, Elyse threw an uppercut that laid Alison flat against the wall. Elyse rammed her shoulder into Alison, flattening the brunette further into the wall. The blonde took Alison’s head and banged it into the wall some more. The fight was clearly slipping away from Alison, who wasn’t used to taking blows like this.
As she began to slide down the wall, Elyse stopped her and straightened the slightly older woman up.
“No no, you don’t go down yet,” said Elyse.
Elyse clenched her right fist and began to sink it into Alison’s abs. She pulled it back and then shot it forward again. Her fist began to wreak havoc on Alison’s stomach. Over and over again she carved through the brunette’s abs. Alison couldn’t catch her breath. She couldn’t think. She didn’t know what to do.
But then instinct took over and Alison, whether knowing it or not, took a handful of blonde hair. She peeled herself off of the wall. She pulled Elyse’s head backwards. Using it like a steering wheel, she walked a shocked Elyse backwards all the way to the opposite wall. Slamming the blonde into it, Alison followed up by banging her abs into Elyse’s.
“You want to soften up my stomach?” said Alison. “b*tch, you can’t soften my stomach. But I can definitely soften yours.”
Over and over again Alison’s body rams into Elyse’s. And sure enough, while Alison’s hardened flat abs stay consistently taut, Elyse’s began to whither. The brunette finally let Elyse slide down onto her ass. Alison can see the fight is finished, but it’s not enough.
She took Elyse by the hair and dragged her to the center of the room. Dropping down behind her, she let her legs come out on either side of Elyse’s body. Alison’s forearm came across Elyse’s throat and the brunette leaned backwards. Her legs locked together by the ankles, cementing a sleeper-hold and scissors combo.
Elyse’s eyes began to immediately water. She choked out as her already red face turned a deep scarlet. Alison kept the hold on, pumping her legs and sending shockwaves of agony through the blonde’s already defeated torso.
“Give…” Alison demanded.
Elyse refused, continuing to cough out as the much needed air was stolen from her body. She shook her head.
“You fought well,” said Alison. “But you weren’t good enough to defeat me. You have a fight with Billie coming up, what do you think she’ll do to your abs? If you give up now you might be able to handle her assault. If you keep holding out she’ll bust you up until you can’t breathe anymore… now, give.”
Elyse could only partially process what Alison said, but what she could hear made sense. Her abs had already taken an insane amount of damage. Any little bit she could salvage could be the difference between victory or defeat against Eilish next week. Elyse closed her eyes, swallowed her pride, and finally she relented.
“Okay…” croaked Elyse. “I give up. You win. You beat me.”
Alison released Elyse from the hold. The blonde coughed out and rolled over onto her stomach, clenching her throat and stomach at the same time. Both hurt like Hell. Alison sat there, looking over the damage she had done. She gave a smirk and walked over to the corner.
Picking up a towel and a bottle of water for herself, she patted the sweat off of her forehead. After several swigs of water, she addressed her beaten foe.
“There’s a towel and water bottle for you in the corner,” Alison said. “I’ll leave out a shirt for you, that one is completely ruined. Take your time to recover before you leave.”
And with that, Alison left the room, allowing Elyse to soak in yet another catfight loss.