That '70s Fight

The following story is based off of a scene in the FOX Sitcom That '70s Show where the main character Eric Forman fantasizes about his girlfriend and a cheerleader he's been spending time with fighting over him. While the actors themselves were 20 at the time of filming the scene, the characters were not. Therefore the characters have been aged up to nineteen-years-old each and the setting will be in 1979 instead of 1977.


Also, clearly these characters are not my own creation and are being used in a fantasized version. The rights belong The Carsey-Werner Company, Fox, and/or Bonnie Turner, Terry Turner, and Mark Brazill.

Donna didn’t actually expect Shelly to show up. I mean after all, their resentment had quickly faded away almost two years ago. The entire reason for their animosity had been a mix-up. You see, while Eric had been spending time with Shelly there was nothing romantic there between them at all. Donna had found a pair of panties in Eric’s Vista Cruiser, confronted Shelly about it, and then humiliatingly found out that they were her mothers and that her parents had been using Eric’s car for sex! Still, this didn’t stop Eric from telling Donna later on that he had actually fantasized about her and Shelly mud wrestling. At first Donna was offended, but after a few weeks she pressed him and asked him who won.

He told her it had been inconclusive.

Inconclusive? Her… Donna Pinciotti… “Big Red” as she had been known. Donna carried a tomboy reputation with her and she had the size and athleticism to back it up. Meanwhile, while Shelly was fairly tall and athletic herself, she was still a ditzy cheerleader! There was no chance that if they had actually wrestled that Shelly would even be a challenge. Donna was sure of it. In fact, she was so sure of it that she had forgotten her conversation with Eric had ever happened.

Well, until last week.

You see, Donna had run into Shelly at The Hub, Point Place’s premiere destination for the teen population. The two got to talking and Donna had let it slip about Eric’s little fantasy. She had no idea why she brought it up. She could have sworn she had forgotten about it.

“Really?” Shelly said. “That is so funny! Because when you came in that day you looked like you wanted to tear me apart.”

“Yeah well, I thought you were sleeping with my boyfriend,” Donna said.

“Still,” Shelly said. “We really did almost come to blows, huh? Maybe Eric was on to something! Maybe we should mud wrestle. Get it out of our system in a safe way.”

Everything in Donna’s body was telling her to say no. It was illogical. Why would she want to mud wrestle Shelly? First off, she had nothing to prove. Secondly, it was so regressive that it made her brain hurting even thinking about it. But then a little voice in the back of her head told her to say yes. She’d never know the truth about which girl would win if they didn’t actually wrestle. Maybe that’s why she brought it up.

Donna gave Shelly a smile and told her, “Sure. It could be fun. But let’s keep it just between us.”

And so here Donna stood. In an inflated black pool, a watery layer of mud, and Shelly standing across from her. Donna’s infamous red hair was long and straight. She opted for a brown t shirt and a pair of tight jeans. Shelly meanwhile was still blonde. She had on a strapless red cutoff top and a pair of daisy dukes. Donna had the size advantage, though honestly not by much. If she had to guess she probably had about two inches on Shelly, maybe three if she was lucky. She probably also had a couple of pounds on the former cheerleader, though again nothing significant.

It was just the two of them. Shelly had somehow finagled a private spot in the back of her job. The room was small with a glitzy purple curtain in the backdrop. Donna was surprised at how wet the mud had been. She expected something a little thicker, but she supposed this would make it easier for them to move. Donna lifted up her hands. Shelly lifted up hers. They didn’t say a word. They both understood it was time to start.

The two women circled around each other for a bit, hands testing the other’s. There was no locking up right away, just some light slaps and grazing. Donna’s heart thumped. She wasn’t sure what was about to happen. Her plan was to try to bully Shelly backwards.


The two women suddenly shot their hands forward. Donna bent herself over a bit and stuck her butt out. She found Shelly had gone outside on her left shoulder, which let Donna come inside with it. Then she felt Shelly’s other hand clasp the back of her neck. Donna tried to push Shelly back but couldn’t. So, she planted her hand on Shelly’s throat. They pushed against each other for a moment before Donna was able to force the blonde to bend over to her left. Then, Donna took hold of Shelly’s shoulder and brought her momentum towards her. The redhead shifted her hips, brought her hand down to Shelly’s right leg, and flipped the blonde down into the mud!

KER-SPLAT!!!

Mud kicked up everywhere. Donna stumbled a bit but regained her balance by grabbing the side of the pool. With Shelly on her back, Donna saw the opportunity to put this contest to bed early. She made her move towards the blonde, who was currently struggling to get to her knees.


As Donna crouched to try to push down on Shelly however, the blonde showed she wasn’t going down that easily. Shelly rose up from her side and as Donna grabbed her left bicep, the blonde grabbed her opponent’s elbow. Donna’s left found Shelly’s shoulder. The blonde’s right slapped Donna on the back and then slid to the redhead’s tricep. Donna was shocked by Shelly’s strength, and soon her feet slipped out from under her. The big girl dropped down chest-first into the mud!

As she tried to push herself up Shelly was already working her back. Donna’s legs flailed hopelessly as the former cheerleader grabbed Donna by the armpits and brought her into a half sitting-half kneeing position. Donna’s arms hung limp for a moment as Shelly planted her left foot in the mud to get the necessary leverage. With Donna firmly in her grasp, the blonde ragdolled her opponent to her right, plopping the redhead back down to the mud as she held on to her waist.


Donna felt her t-shirt ride up her stomach, now hanging just under her chest. She grabbed at Shelly’s hands and unhooked them, then slid backwards. It was just enough to make the blonde flop onto her ass. Mud caked Donna’s hair, as the moisture caused her red locks to get stuck in her face. She tried to locate Shelly as best she could, using her hands to guide her a bit. She could tell Shelly was on her back, so Donna tried to pounce on her again. As she did though, Shelly began to rise up and started to wrap her right arm around Donna’s back.

This time instead of just pushing Donna down, Shelly used Donna’s momentum to send her face-first into the edge of the pool. The redhead’s cheek slapped down onto it and she got a deep sniff of cheap plastic and mud. Shelly brought her dripping right foot over Donna’s hips and planted her butt down. She hooked her arms underneath Donna’s and began to pull her opponent back. Due to the slippery nature of the mud though, she quickly lost her grasp and Donna went down face-first into the substance. Though she had a face full of muck, Donna used her size advantage and exploded up to her knees, knocking Shelly off of her.

The blonde slipped down and crashed shoulder-first into the mud. Donna whipped her hair, splattering mud all across the curtains. Strands of hair stuck to her cheek, but finally she had a chance to clear her eyes. She wiped the sludge out of her field of vision and saw Shelly pushing herself back up. Donna wanted to go head-to-head with Shelly, but honestly the blonde had overpowered her up to this point. So Donna opted to try to tackle her foe around the waist. The girls spun around a bit but eventually Donna had Shelly in position.

Shelly was on her knees. Donna behind her, hands wrapped around her waist. Donna let out a massive grunt as she lifted Shelly from her knees. Making the blonde momentarily leave the pool completely, Donna swiftly slammed her back down shoulder-first. More mud splatted across the curtains and carpeting. Shelly groaned. Donna knew she had her little blonde cheerleader on the ropes. She just had to finish her. Donna quickly slipped herself ontop of Shelly, reaching for her hands. She pinned them into the mud and layed her body flat across the blonde’s.

Donna lifted her chest up and slammed it down ontop of Shelly’s. Their abdomen, hips, and thighs clapped too. Donna kept lifting herself up and slamming her body down onto Shelly. The blonde was clearly feeling the effects, but she was keeping her shoulders up and not letting Donna get a clean count. Finally, Shelly showed off her power once again. She shifted her hips and made Donna slide over onto her shoulder.

The two women lied down parallel in the mud. Their hands worked against each other’s. Their muscles strained. Shelly threw her left leg over Donna’s right and tried to get into position. Donna was strong enough to fight her off though and they soon flipped positions. They rolled around in the mud for a few seconds, neither woman able to settle on top. Donna could feel Shelly’s power though and just as she was about to lose position again, she pulled her hands out from the blonde’s grasp. Unfortunately, this caused Donna to slip backwards and fall on her butt. She felt her back hit the corner. Then she felt Shelly.

Shelly launched herself at Donna, slamming her abdomen and chest into the bigger redhead. The blonde had absolutely no fear. She grabbed the side of Donna’s head and began to push it so that her neck bent back over the edge of the plastic pool. Donna bridged her hips up, but Shelly straddled her and slammed her booty down, flattening Donna out. Donna wasn’t panicking, but she was getting slightly concerned. Shelly had already shown a ton of resiliency and strength. Now she was doing some damage.

The bigger woman tried to push herself up, but Shelly stayed firm. Donna’s hands slid right off of Shelly’s mud-slick body. Getting a grip on this girl was going to be a problem. Donna wrapped her left arm around Shelly’s neck and the blonde went down to her side. Donna rolled on top of her, but Shelly put her hands against the wall of the pool and slid herself out from under Donna just enough, that she was able to slip behind the redhead.

Now Donna was on all fours. Like she had done earlier in the match, Shelly wrapped her wrists around Donna’s armpits and just manhandled the big redhead. She tossed her around the pool, slamming her down in the mud, picking her up, and doing it again. She ragdolled her bigger opponent with ease it seemed. Donna was getting mouth, nose, and eyefuls of mud. She barely had a moment to realize what was happening before Shelly slammed her down into another part of the pool. That’s when Donna realized she was tired! Her mouth hung open, she was gasping for air. Her stomach expanded and contracted. Oxygen was becoming a more and more precious commodity.

Shelly didn’t care. She continued to throw her opponent around the mud until finally she relented. When she let Donna go though, she noticed the redhead sluggishly trying to push herself up onto all fours. That’s when Shelly realized what had happened. She had worn out Donna Pinciotti! The blonde smiled wide and she pushed Donna onto her back. Shelly straddled her and then intertwined her fingers with Donna’s. She pushed the redhead’s hands deep into the mud and then stretched her arms out over her head.



Donna’s shoulders were flat in the mud. She tried to push up against Shelly’s grasp, but she couldn’t make the blonde budge! Donna was stuck. She saw Shelly’s mouth open…

“One…” Shelly said.

Donna struggled, she flailed her feet. Shelly had out-muscled Donna and grinded her down.

“Two…” Shelly said.

Donna had nothing left. She was out of ideas. Out of strength. She felt Shelly scoot up even more, her ass now planted on Donna’s ribcage.

“Three…” Shelly said.

Donna grimaced. She tried once more to push her shoulders up off of the bottom of the pool. Shelly noticed this and quickly slid forward, letting her butt squash Donna’s chest while her knees pressed down on the redhead’s shoulders.

“Four…” Shelly said.

Donna’s shirt was now flly riding up around her neck. Her black bra and Shelly’s daisy dukes the only padding between her breasts and Shelly’s butt. Donna gave it one last push, but it was no use. Shelly had won.

“Five…” Shelly said.

The blonde’s smile widened even more. She gave Donna’s arms a little bit more of stretch. She wiggled her booty back and forth on Donna’s chest. She spread her knees out a little more. Then finally, Shelly spoke.

“I guess big bad Donna Pinciotti isn’t that tough after all, is she?” asked Shelly.

“I…” Donna started. “I guess I’m not.”

“Tell me who won this fight,” Shelly said.

“You did, Shelly,” Donna said.

“And that makes me…?”

“The winner.”

“And that makes you…?”

“The loser.”

“Say it,” Shelly said. “Tell me who the loser is.”

Donna shut her eyes and moaned. Then finally, “Donna Pinciotti is the loser.”

Shelly wiggled her butt one last time, leaned down, and covered Donna’s face with some more mud before grabbing her cheeks.

“And you better remember that, loser!” Shelly said.

The blonde rose up off of the redhead. She planted her foot on Donna’s chest and flexed. Shelly left Donna in the pool of mud. Donna just laid there. She could tell her cheeks were bright red from embarrassment, even though they were covered in mud. One thing was for sure. Nobody could know about this. Not Hyde, not Kelso, not Jackie, definitely not Fez, and not even Eric. As long as Shelly kept this a secret so would Donna. She was in no rush to tell the world she had just gotten her ass kicked by a cheerleader anyway.