“And I assume that’s why they call her Sweetheart,” said Agent Blue, sarcastically.
“You know,” started Agent Red. “The only reason I asked you along is because I really don’t care about you falling into a trap. You could be the bait for all I care.”
The rest of the ride to Chicago was traveled in silence.
Agent Red pulled their car up to O’Malley’s Irish Pub. A small joint on the North Side of Chicago, Agent Red had only ever known it as Victoria’s base of operations. The plan was to pop in, sus out the situation, and see if Victoria would try anything with two SPA agents present. Agent Red entered first, head to toe in casual gear. A plain black sweater paired with a pair of jeans. Agent Blue also opted for a sweater, although one that looked a tad cozier and colorful, as well as a pair of jeans.
They entered the pub and behind the bar was a massive mountain of a woman. In the front was Victoria Platt herself. Bent over a stack of papers and scribbling away with her pencil, she looked towards the door.
“We’re not op-” she started before noticing her SPA contact. “Oh Agent Red, how nice of you to drop in. And you’ve brought a friend.”
Victoria took her glasses off and placed them on the bar. She extended her hand to Agent Blue and shook it.
“Agent Blue,” said Blue.
“Victoria,” said Red. “We were just in the neighborhood and thought we’d drop in. Make sure things are alright."
“Oh so you just happened to be in Chicago with another agent,” said Victoria. “Why do I find that so incredibly hard to believe?”
“Maybe because it’s bullshit,” said the woman behind the bar.
The SPA agents looked at her. Only one of them recognized her. It was Gertrude Jones, aka The Champ, clear as day. Agent Blue would recognize her anywhere.
“New bodyguard?” asked Agent Red.
“That’s right,” said Victoria. “I figured I’m gonna need it. What with two sexy SPA agents just happening to roll by unannounced. Some security is appreciated.”
“I know this one,” said Agent Blue, tensing up a bit. “You used to do prize fighting in France. How’d the incarceration go?”
Gertrude snapped her fingers, “Just like that. I have Victoria to thank for that. You see instead of leaving me tied up for the cops to find me, Victoria saw potential in me. She’s been helping me hone some of my natural skills…”
The Champ walked around the bar and pointed a finger into Agent Blue’s chest, “Just for you.”
“Now now Champ,” said Victoria. “Let’s not start anything until they hear what we have to say.”
Gertrude let out a soft growl before turning to walk towards the door. Victoria cleared her throat and sat up on her stool.
“Agent Red, Blue,” started Victoria. “We’ve had a very productive relationship these past few years. Sure they were on-again-off-again, but you know a girl like me is hard to pin down. Well, I’m afraid it’s time to call it off again, my friends. You see after helping to clear out that most recent gang I realized I have more manpower and cash than I know what to do with. More than enough to protect me from SPA. So, Agent Red, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave my bar.”
Agent Red straightened up. Agent Blue kept her eyes on Gertrude.
“Victoria,” said Agent Red. “You know if you’re dissolving our partnership I have to bring you in.”
“I know you have to try…” said Victoria.
*click*
The door to the bar had locked. Right away the two SPA agents knew what was going to happen. Victoria leapt off of her stool towards Agent Red. Agent Red slid into her fighting stance. Gertrude charged Agent Blue. Agent Blue made a beeline for Gertrude.
It was on.
Agent Blue had known The Champ to be a woman of raw, unrefined power. To her surprise though, she showed a quickness she didn’t have before. As Gertrude charged the SPA agent Blue tried her signature spin out of the way. However, Gertrude readjusted mid-trajectory and was able to wrap her arms around the agent’s hips. Blue found her feet promptly leaving the floor as Gertrude carried her all the way through the open doorway at the back of the bar into the back office. Gertrude tossed Agent Blue down onto the floor before turning and closing the door behind her.
“I don’t think your little friend wants to see what I’m going to do to you,” said The Champ.
Agent Blue got to her feet and reset into her fighting stance.
“Please,” said Agent Blue. “What makes you think it’ll be any different than last time?”
“Oh I had barely scratched the surface of my potential when we fought last time,” said Gertrude. “No finesse. No change of direction. No strategy. No proper training. That’s changed. Victoria has been training me. Every single day. And I’m miles better than I was last time.”
“Well, you might have a few new moves,” said Blue. “Unfortunately for you I’m the best at what I do.”
“Let’s see it then…”
The two women met in the center of the office. Agent Blue had a distinct speed and technique advantage. She was able to fire off two quick fists into The Champ’s left side before ducking a haymaker. The agent then followed up with a right straight to the larger woman’s chin. Gertrude swung back, but Agent Blue simply leaned backwards as her foe completely whiffed. Agent Blue stepped in, threw a few more jabs, then spun around for her signature round-house.
What Agent Blue didn’t expect was for Gertrude to easily eat the punches and react quick enough to see the leg coming. She snatched Agent Blue’s ankle in mid-air. Holding it there for just a moment to allow Agent Blue process what had just happened, Gertrude brought her left fist back and fired it square into an unprotected stomach. The Champ could tell by the look on her opponent’s face… that one hurt.
The Champ dropped the leg and re-positioned her boxing stance. She swung a right hook that nailed Agent Blue square on the cheek. Then a left hook that knocked her back the other way. The Champ finally was going to get her proper rematch.
Agent Blue tried to keep up, but Gertrude’s training had made her absolutely lethal to deal with. Within five minutes the greatest secret agent in the world was folded over Gertrude’s right fist as she swung an uppercut into her midsection. Agent Blue dropped to her knees and cradled her stomach. The last time they fought The Champ had been duped and lulled into a false sense of security that she had won the fight. This time there was no trap. There was no tactical advantage to Agent Blue losing this contest. She was just straight up losing it.
Both girls knew what had to happen for one another to win. Victoria had to get this fight to the ground pronto. Agent Red had to stay on her feet. That would dictate the outcome of their fight, as it had decided the outcome of all of their fights.
Victoria came out a little too eager. She overplayed her tackle attempt. Agent Red’s agility allowed her to not only let her watch Victoria fly by her, but it also allowed her to get a snap kick off to the side of her opponent’s ribs. The Sweetheart mafia boss let out a small squeal of pain before turning to face her longtime rival. They dropped into their fighting stances. Agent Red’s refined and deliberate. Victoria’s looser with more of a boxer look. The two women stepped forward and began to trade blows.
To nobody’s surprise Agent Red took the lead. Make no mistake, Victoria took pride in her striking ability. It was just nowhere near the technical level of Agent Red’s. There were no barbs traded between the striking contest. It took every ounce of Victoria’s focus to tread water in the early goings of the fight. She could only hope to block half of the agent’s blows. Meanwhile she would be lucky to land a quarter of her own. She had to make them count.
Agent Red on the other hand knew she was at a power disadvantage. She knew that Victoria had the ability to knock her down with a single blow. So, she kept her distance. A part of her wondered if she could play defense long enough for Agent Blue to come out and help her mop up Victoria. She decided to keep an ear out for the fight in the back.
On and on the fighting went. Agent Red inching closer and closer towards victory. Victoria eating blows, but not yet wavering. Agent Red knew at this rate it would take an hour for her to finish off Victoria. She also assumed by the look at Agent Blue’s opponent that that fight wouldn’t last an hour one way or another.
The SPA agent heard blows being traded in the other room. Massive blows. The type of blows that you can hear the air gushing out of the other woman’s lungs. Then she heard familiar grunts. She heard the grunts of Agent Blue. Red knew she couldn’t hold off both Victoria and the massive mountain of a woman in the other room. She had to take a risk.
Agent Red got Victoria to the wall, landing expert strikes to keep her on her heels the entire way. Then, she got in close, trying to grab Victoria by the wrist and flip her around onto her ass. Victoria though was looking for just this opportunity.
As Agent Red’s guard dropped, Victoria swung a left-hook that cocked her opponent clean on the chin. The agent dropped to her ass. Victoria smirked. She dropped down with her. Agent Red had never won a fight against Victoria that had went to the ground. As Agent Red tried to get back to her feet, she was met with Victoria’s ass landing square on her abs. Then the mob boss extended her right foot and used it to pin Red’s left wrist down to the floor. She blocked Red’s right hand and countered with a right hand square to Red’s face.
The smaller girl’s head dropped back. Victoria’s smile widened.
An array of bumps and bangs had escaped in a muffled tone behind the office doors. All of them were from Agent Blue’s body banging off of the walls. She panted and pulled her hair out of her face as Gertrude walked towards her. Agent Blue brought her hands up, but not before The Champ landed a beauty of a right cross that snapped her opponent’s head backwards. Punched clean off of her feet, Agent Blue toppled over the desk and flopped onto the floor. She began to push her way up to her feet, but Gertrude decided to improvise. She took the desk and pushed it towards Agent Blue. It slammed into the agent’s stomach and pinned her to the wall.
Agent Blue cried out in agony as she felt as if her body was being sawed in two. Gertrude stopped pushing and the SPA agent simply fell face-first onto the desk. Using one hand to push the desk out of the way, Gertrude caught her opponent before she could fully fall to the floor. Grabbing her by the cheek, Gertrude pinned Agent Blue to the wall herself. Then she brought back her right fist and buried it into the woman’s taught stomach.
“You sure can take one hell of a beating,” said The Champ.
The SPA agent wasn’t quite finished yet. She managed to somehow bring her legs up around Gertrude’s hips. Using excellent body control, Agent Blue was able to knock Gertrude’s hand away and rein punches down on her opponent’s face. Keeping her legs around Gertrude’s waist, the bigger woman essentially carried the agent around the room as she ate punch after punch.
Agent Blue could feel the tide turning. She arched herself backwards and used the momentum to lift Gertrude off of her feet. The Champ flew through the air and landed hard into the wall. Meanwhile, Agent Blue stuck her hands on the floor and did a flip to land cleanly on her feet. She turned to see a staggering Gertrude using the wall to try to stand. Agent Blue rushed her. She banged her shoulder into the bigger woman’s side. Gertrude’s hips flew open and her shoulders were now up against the wall.
An absolute furious flurry of blows came at The Champ. It was a speed and ferocity she had never experienced before. She couldn’t even get her hands up to defend herself. Agent Blue’s fists marked her up and down. Left-right combos to the midsection. Left-right combos to the face. Agent Blue brutalized her.
Eventually the blows came to a stop. Agent Blue thought for sure her foe would drop down to her ass. But when she didn’t she simply shrugged. She brought her right fist back and then forward. Before it could reach its target however a big, meaty hand wrapped around it. Agent Blue tried to throw a left. Gertrude caught that one too.
The Champ smirked, “That’s it huh?”
Agent Blue felt her knuckles get crushed in her opponent’s palms. Then she felt her wrists begin to bend backwards at a sharp and sudden angle. The Spa Agent screamed out in agony until Gertrude snapped her head forward and crashed it against the agent’s. Agent Blue’s screaming stopped. Her eyes spun around. She dropped to her knees. Gertrude snapped her head forward again, connecting another brutal head-butt. The agent’s arms stopped struggling. Gertrude easily brought her opponent to her feet.
“Now for the fun,” said Gertrude.
She released the hands, which fell helplessly to the agent’s sides anyway. Then, The Champ wrapped her arms around Agent Blue’s. Arms pinned to the side and spine quickly bending without resistance, Agent Blue screamed at the top of her lungs.
Victoria’s legs clamped around Agent Red’s torso. Both women knew as soon as those ankles locked that the fight was over. There was no escape for Agent Red. Nothing she could do could stop her from getting squeezed out now. The only hope Red had was for her partner to turn things around in the other room and save her.
What happened for the next few minutes was a game of willpower. Victoria’s thighs drained Agent Red of any fight. But they did so slowly. Agent Red regulated her breathing. Victoria had expertly trapped Red’s arms in the scissors hold. Those were useless. While Red’s legs were free they couldn’t do a thing down there.
A sleeper hold was soon applied. Victoria’s forearm began to cut off Red’s respiratory capabilities. Her face turned a shade of pink. Then a dark crimson. The fight was about to be finished and soon Victoria would leave Red knocked out as she joined her partner to double team Blue.
And then a scream came. A scream that Agent Red unfortunately recognized too well. She closed her eyes.
“Dammit,” she muttered out.
“So it’s yours then,” said a smirking Victoria. “I thought so but I wasn’t sure. What do you think she has her in? Scissor hold? Back Breaker? Hmmm… no no, those grunts in the beginning and tail end of the screams. I know what that is. Well, why don’t we join the party?”
Victoria let her incapacitated opponent go, but quickly worked them both to their feet. Pinning Agent Red’s arms to her sides, Victoria hoisted the SPA agent off of her feet and into a bear-hug. Agent Red could feel her opponent’s massive chest crushing her own. She let out wails of pain as well as she felt herself constricted between Victoria’s muscles.
“Gertrude honey, that doesn’t sound like you in there!” yelled Victoria over Agent Red’s screams.
Coming out of the office door was Gertrude with her opponent in a bear-hug as well.
“I see we had the same idea,” said The Champ.
“Let’s see who can make their play thing squeal louder, shall we?” asked Victoria.
Victoria went first. Agent Red shrieked as her spine bent. Then it was Gertrude’s turn. She folded Agent Blue’s back over her forearms. Agent Blue screeched.
“Inconclusive,” said Victoria.
“Again?” asked Gertrude.
Victoria gave it another go. Agent Red reached an entirely new pitch. Then The Champ went. Agent Blue’s screams pierced their ears.
“Oooh, looks like we have a winner,” said Victoria. “Now, if you’re with me Gertrude, honey. I think there’s only one way to finish these not so special agents. If you’ll follow my lead…”
Victoria released her bear-hug and let the hapless Agent Red drop to the floor a sobbing mess. Victoria lifted her top over her head and tossed it to the side. With her massive milky white breasts barely contained by their black bra, Victoria lied down flat on top of her agent’s body. She then cradled her foe’s head and brought her face in to meet the massive chest dangling overhead. Agent Red gave soft and muffled groans of resistance.
Gertrude followed suit. She watched the once proud Agent Blue drop to the floor like a sack of flour. Mirroring Victoria, The Champ removed her own top. She laid her body flat atop her own agent’s frame. Then she cradled Agent Blue’s head. Soon the Agent’s face was stuffed between two massive, tan orbs.
The two villains giggled as they shifted their chests back and forth over their beaten foes’ faces. It didn’t take long for the two agents to lose consciousness.
“Downstairs?” said Gertrude as she slung both women over her shoulders.
“Yes my dear,” said Victoria. “And separate cells of course.”
