Marion Jones versus Venus Williams
By Rossi



It was after midnight and the banquet was over. Most of the women returned to
their rooms. A few stayed at the bar and some went to continue the party in
the hospitality suite provided for them.

Mario Jones was sitting down and chatting with Gail Devers. They were
discussing their experiences in the world of track and field. As she was
talking Marion noticed Katarina Witt enter the suite. Nudging her friend she
whispered, "Man did you see what she did to that Russian?" Gail looked at her
friend and said, "Yeah and I heard that is not the first time she has used her
fists." Both women returned to their conversation but occasionally stole quick
glances around the room looking for the German star.

Gail noticed Marion becoming distracted. "What you thinking about girlfriend?"

Marion kind of shook her head back to reality. "I was thinking that I could
take her out in a minute, I would just crush the life out of her with these
legs." She caressed her well-muscled bare legs, and ran her hand up her tight
body that was poured into a gold lame mini dress with gold heels. Gail laughed
and nudged her friend. "You don't want to waste your time on her. Besides
there is probably a line of women wanting to go after her but after tonight
they are all scared." Marion looked at her friend. "That is why I want to do
it. I'm not afraid of that blonde cunt." Just as she finished a voice from
behind called out. "Hi Marion. Hi Gail." Both turned and saw the statuesque
form of Venus Williams in her silver gown. "How you doing?" Gail asked.
"Fine," said the teenage star. "Mind if I join you?" Marion slid her chair to
the side and let Venus sit between the two track stars.

"So what did I interrupt?" asked Venus. Gail chuckled. "Oh only how Ms. Jones
here

thinks she can teach some manners to the German Ice princess." Venus laughed.
"Give me a break. I could take her and you at one time." said the talented
tennis star. Marion wasn't laughing. "You think you could take me. I grew up
in the 'hood not some middle class cesspool like you." Venus glared at the
track star. "You are not even in my league."

Marion's hands closed into balled fists at that remark. "You better be careful
what you say. You may not be able to back it up." The fastest woman on the
planet stood up and looked down at Venus.

"If I hit you once you would use those legs to run for the hills girl." Marion
had enough. She pulled back her fist and slammed it into the right tit of the
teen. Gail leaped out of her seat as she gave them room. Venus clutched her
chest as Marion landed a slap to the cheek knocking her off the seat.

The remaining guests stopped their conversations. Venus was thrown to the
hardwood floor by the slap. Gail stood over her. "How's that you bitch!" Venus
scrambled to her feet and lunged at the track star. Sidestepping her Marion
drove her knee up into the stomach of the tennis ace. "UGH!" grunted Venus as
she fell to her knees. Marion spun and heel kicked her in the side of the
head. Venus rolled on the floor groaning as she held her head.

The guests circled the warriors. One interested viewer was Katarina. She had
opened up a can of worms with her display earlier in the evening and now she
was watching two more ladies go at it. The skating star knew before the
weekend was over that she would be challenged again and again.

Venus rose on unsteady legs as Marion bounced around her, her fists raised, as
Venus turned a jab would hit her face rocking her back. Marion peppered her
with jabs and straight fists to the face and chest. Venus was defenseless.
Marion was smiling as she showed why she was a feared fighter back home. Venus
just moaned and groaned as she was slowly forced back to a table. Marion kept
rocking her with her fists. As she trapped her on the table Marion leaped up,
scissors the almost out Venus by her neck and flipped her to the floor.
"Thud!" echoes in the room. Venus lies on the floor, her chest rising and
falling with each labored breath. Marion stands over her victim. Seeing that
she is no threat she rips off the gown, stomps her in the chest causing her to
wail in agony and plant her right foot right into her left tit and poses over
her, her arms raised. Looking around she sees Katarina. There is a silent
challenge passed between them but who would block their way to that eventual
battle neither knew.