Olive The Champ

Part Five, Olive battles Mae for the cash prize


The bell rings in the nick of time and Olive wobbles off on unsteady legs to
her corner as Mae raises her arms in the air in celebration, and confidently
strolls back to her own corner. Olive makes it to the corner but Popeye isn't
there, and when she looks around the outside of the ring and sees Clyde
beating the living daylights out of the little sailor, she knows she's in big
trouble!!! When the bell rings for the next round, Olive is frantic to stay
out of Mae's reach. But it's no use, the blonde comes sailing out of her
corner like a train and catches Olive with a huge punch to the breadbasket
that sends her flying backwards into the ropes. Mae's on her in a flash,
pummeling her with rights and lefts from all angles, determined to destroy
poor Olive and collect her winnings. A clubbing right to the top of Olive's
head folds her up like an accordion but the blonde reaches down and hauls her
back up by the hair, another crunching shot to the head sends her back down.
The blonde beauty lifts up the outgunned Olive by the ponytail, letting her
hang lifelessly in the air before unloading another crushing right to the
kisser that sends her tumbling through the air onto the top rope in the
corner. Olive's legs are tangled in the top rope but she's too beaten to hold
herself up and slumps forward sliding down until her head bangs on the mat,
her legs still tangled in the top rope. The blonde bombshell slowly saunters
over to her beaten foe hauling her up by the hair again, "time to put out the
trash" Mae says, and pounds another right hand to the kisser sending Olive
over the top rope where she lands on Popeye. Popeye's can of spinach flys up
in he air, then crashes to the arena floor shooting the contents into Popeye
and Olives mouths and out of reflex they start to chew. Seconds later they're
both on their feet, each one flexing to show huge rock hard muscles fully
revived and ready to get back at their tormentors. Popeye took off for Clyde,
while Olive leaped into the ring where Mae was strutting back and forth
smiling like the cat that swallowed the canary, and when she sees Olive she
just laughs, "Back for more? Well come on, stringbean, I can dish it as long
as you can take it!" She cocks her arm back and unloads a haymaker only to
have it catch nothing but thin air, a puzzled look on her face she throws a
flurry of murderous lefts and rights but none of them are even close. Olive
arches her back like a cat and leaps onto the busty blonde, a whirlwind of
destruction she tumbles all over the ring with Mae punching and tearing at
anything she can get her hands on. When they finally come to a stop, Mae's a
ragged looking wreck, both eyes are black swollen slits, bumps and bruises all
over her body, her suit is ripped to shreds, most of her long blonde hair has
been pulled out and what's left is a sweaty tangled mess plastered to her
head. Swaying in front of Olive she still manages to throw a couple of punches
but Olive just bats them away, then uncortks a "twister" punch to Mae's huge
right breast twisting it into her body until all that's left is her nipple
sticking out. Another "twister" punch to the left breast leaves it looking
like the right one, Mae's in shock when she looks down, but manages a couple
more punches at Olive, only to have them miss by a mile. Another whirlwind
series of rights and lefts has Mae backing up vainly trying to block them, a
sizzling right hook catches her flush and sends her spinning around the ring
like a top. She slows down only to have another whizzing hook send her
gyrating off again. By the time she stops spinning every last bit of her
clothing is gone, leaving her tottering back and forth, naked, dazed and
defenseless. The spin around the ring also untwisted the busty blonde's
breasts and their bobbing around on her chest draws Olive's attention, "My,
my, I think Ole Bossy needs to be milked." With a little grin on her face,
Olive grabs a huge breast in each hand, squeezes hard, then pulls down
stretching Mae's big jugs like taffy until the blondes big globes hang down
like two stretched out sweat socks. One more gut busting punch doubles her
over, a crushing uppercut to the chin lifts her on her toes and then the
blonde vixen crashes forward flat on her face, her chin resting on the mat and
her big shapely butt sticking up in the air.