Angie's Trophies...Continues
by Mickey One
                   
                              
a work of fiction conceived and written by Mickey One


The two Crocidile Dundee types were in the process of reviving Greta who
was only now beginning to blink her eyelids. Elivis was winding up
"Little Sister", D-15 on the jukebox, and Angie was behind the bar, her
skirt still hitched up over her hips, watching the scene unflold. Greta
was finally propped up in a sitting position and immediatey moved her
hands down between her legs to massage an area that Angie had paid
particularly painful attention to. Coincidently, at the same moment,
Angie was thoroughly engrossed in manipulating the same area on her own
body, obviating the reason she had kept her skirt up on her hips. I
recalled what she had said about the sexual sensation she experienced
during and immediately after a fight and I assumed she was, quite
literally, bringing that response to its conclusion. I decorously glanced
away and concentrated on Greta and the Dundees. The young blond wonam was
on her feet now, but still very shaky as she continued to try to ease the
hurt in her injured crotch. One of the guys had wrapped her jacket around
her waist as her skirt was in shreds and the g-strting she had been
wearing was now tacked up behind the bar, alongside her sister's black
panty.

With one guy on either side, they began walking the still dazed blonde
towards the door. The bigger guy, turned, looked at Angie behind the bar,
who was now adjusting her skirt and seemed considerably less tense, and
said, "This ain't the end of it, by any means, 'cause now you're going to
have to deal with Amandah".

"Who the hell is Amandah, and how many sisters have they got at home",
shouted Angie.

"You'll find out, all too soon", replied the big guy, as he guided Greta
thru the door, "and you'll rue the day, you ever heard of this family".

"You tell Amandah, whoever she is, that I'm not that hard to find", Angie
yelled at the guy's back, "and tell her if she comes in here to make sure
she's got on her best pair of panties, something that will fit in with
this collection", Angie said, pointing at the seven pair of underwear now
displayed behind the bar.

Like most of those who spend a lot of time behind a bar, it wasn't
difficult to get Angie talking. I simply posed the question, "Was Greta
any tougher than her big sister".

"You know", Angie said, settling on a stool,"she was, and she was a good
bit smarter than the other one. For one thing she took off  her blouse 
right at the start and put some distance between us by backing out to the
dance floor. So I couldn't come right out and get in a quick shot. I
still  managed to get the first punch in and it was a good solid punch 
and I was was surprised when she didn't go down.  She just took a couple
of steps back and came right back with a real hard shot to my gut. Geez,
talk about a solid punch, it snapped the damn  buckle on my garter belt.
That blond bitch could punch. But I got her good when I managed to get
that right hand punch up her skirt and right in between her legs. I heard
her groan and a lot of the fight went out of her ight there. When I
knocked her down the first time, I wanted her to get up, so I taunted her
a bit. What really surprised me was when I knocked her down the next time
and she got up from that. I mean I hit her with everything I had right in
that little g-string of hers, but that's not really a knockout punch, no
matter how much it hurts and that shot hurt like hell judging by the way
she screamed. Thats why when I had her pinnned against the bar at the
end, I made sure to finish her so I caught her square on the jaw.  I knew
she wasn't going to get up from that one, and let me tell you, that last
punch felt good. I was right on the edge of exploding downstairs. Like I
told you before, knocking somebody out isn't as good as sex, but it ain't
that far behind.

"I noticed you got behind the bar pretty quick" I ventured.

"I noticed, you noticed and I appreciate you not drawing attention to
what I was doing back there" Angie noted.

Changing the subject, I said, "You know, this is getting to be like the
old west in here and you're now the top gun. It seems like every woman
who thinks she's tough is going to be coming around to try you out. Who's
this Amandah that guy was talking about".

"I don't know and I don't care", replied Angie, "I assume its another one
of their sisters or a cousin or somebody, but if she comes in here
looking for trouble, she's coming to the right place. Hey, wasn't that an
Elvis song"

'Yeah, it was" I said, "from the movie 'King Creole', the only good movie
he made. You might give some thought to making that your theme song".

"Not a bad idea", chuckled Angie, "we'll see if  this Amandah is looking
for trouble if she ever shows up".

She showed up alright and although she wasn't exactly what Angie was
expecting, she was looking for trouble. About a week later she came
through the door with the two blond women that Angie had previously
fought, Regina and Greta. In retrospect, maybe it wasn't surprising she
was with the two blondes, because, you see, Amandah was their mother.
What was a bit surprising was that she was not tall like the younger
women, but rather short and well muscled. She wore her hair, blond like
the younger women, cropped on top, flattop fashion, long on the sides.
The three women stopped by the door and Greta pointed out Angie who, as
usual, was behind the bar. Amandah motioned the two blondes to a booth by
the dance floor and strode purposefully towards the bar. "Know who I am,
bitch", she sneered at Angie.

"I got a pretty good idea", replied Angie, "by the looks of you, you're
either the maiden aunt or the mother of those two over there. Now let me
say that both those broads got out of line in here and got exactly what
they had coming to 'em. Now, if you're here to get some of what they got,
well rest assurred, sister, there's plenty left and I'm the one who hands
it out. Having said that, let me also say that what happened before was
strictly between me and your daughters. You and  I got no problem,
so.....

Amahdah interupted, "We got at least one problem, that I can see from
here" she said, pointing her thumb at the row of panties behind the bar,
and then, with a very quick move, she grabbed someone's drink off the bar
and threw the contents in Angie's face, "and now, I bet, we got another
problem".

Angie slowly wiped the drink from her face and said, through clenched
teeth, "You got that right, bitch, we got a big problem now". With that
Angie started out from behind the bar, rolling up the sleeves of her
sweater as she went.

The stocky Aussie woman took a step back, held up a hand and said,
"Before we get going, lets get a couple of things straight. I understand
you're real big on tearing people's clothes off, so let me save you the
trouble" and with that, Amandah reached behind her back and unzipped her
black dress and deftly stepped out of it. She was now standing in a black
push-up brassiere and a pair of sheer pink bikini panties, no stockings
and flat shoes. She stared hard at Angie and held out her palms
indicating, "Well".

Angie, who was used to being on the other side of any disrobing activity,
was, to put it mildly, somehat disquieted. However, since the challenge
had been thrown down, so to speak, she saw no choice. She reached down
her side and unzipped her black skirt and let if drop to the floor. She
undid her garter belt and removed her nylons. Finally, she slipped her
black sweater over her head and laid it on a barstool. She was now
attired in a similar style push-up bra, white, and a pair of light blue
bikini panties. She also had on flat shoes.

The two women seemed to be about the same age, although given her two
daughters, Amandah was probably in her late forties, three or four years
older than Angie. Their respective physiques also offered a bit of a
contrast. Without her outerwear, it was apparent that Amandah was as well
muscled as she had first appeared. She had a relatively flat stomach,
thick legs and thighs and a relatively flat bust line. It was later
learned that she was a physical education teacher both here and, priorly,
in Austrailia and that during the summer recess in Austrailia, in her
younger days, she had toured with a carnival, fighting exhibition boxing
matches against "all comers", mostly women, but an occassional male.

Angie, on the other hand, carried a bit more body fat than her adversary,
but she was by no means fat or even plumb. She did have a much larger
bust line than Amandah, and while her legs and thighs were also thick
they lacked some of the definition of the other woman. Angie stomach
muscles were significantly less defined and she sported a prominent pouch
just above her pubic area, which protruded slightly through her blue
panty. It was also apparent that both women, given their age, eschewed
the practice of shaving or doing any sort of bikini waxing, since both
were adorned with sizable amounts of dark hair visable through their
sheer panties.

Both were now on the small dance floor, glaring at each other, while at
the same time sizing each other up and trying to formulate a plan of
action. Angie pointed to the two blond women at the nearby table, "What
about them", she asked.

"They know better than to interfere with anything their mother is
involved in, don't you girls", replied Amandah, the younger blondes both
nodded, "so lets stop talking and get down to why I came here".

Both women simultaneously raised their fists and began to circle warily,
eyes never leaving the other. The Aussie, surprisingly, was first off the
mark, throwing two jabs, one short and one that landed on Angie's cheek.
Amandah's boxing experience was readily apparent from these blows, not
only by the way she threw the punches but by the way she twisted her fist
as the second jab found its mark. Angie came right back with a right hand
that caught her rival in the middle of her brassiere, nearly dislodging
the woman's breast. Angie quickly followed this maneuver by moving
forward and launching another right at the Aussie, but this time Amandah
bobbed her  head skillfully and the punch missed. Taking advantage of
the  miss, Amandah retaliated with a vicious left hook to Angie's kidneys
which buckled the bartender's legs and provoked a loud grunt form her
lips. Encouraged, Amandah followed up with the same punch from the other
side, eliciting the same reaction. Angie backed away, a surprise to
anyone who had ever seen her fight before and more surprising, Angie
exhibited a slight frown on her countenance. Not only had those kidney
punches hurt, they had also produced another reaction, as a slight, dark
stain began to appear on the bottom of Angie's blue panties. Amandah
noticed this immediately and employing a "stay with what works" strategy
sent another left and right hand thudding into Angies kidney area. Not
only did the stain widen, but Angies panties started to sllip down her
hips, to the point where dark curls of pubic hair peeked over the top of
the blue silk.

But Angie was nothing if not tough and she immediately closed with her
adversary, eating a left jab in the process but getting close enough to
land another overhand right to the Aussie's bra. Both women were now
right on top of each other and each commenced to throw a fusillade of
punches. No thought was given to defense as each fighter simply threw
punch after punch. As attested to by the sound of fist meeting flesh,
most of the punches landed on the face, jaw and upper torso and given the
force of the blows, amazingly neither woman was knocked off her feet.
Instead, almost by mutual consent, the two backed away and stood glaring
at each other, both gasping for breath, both bleeding from the mouth and
nose and both eager to get back at the other, fueled by adrenaline and
mutual animus.

Angie moved first sending out a left jab that fell short and, as she
shuffled forward, walked into a stiff left jab in return. Amandah threw a
second jab which was short but, stepping behind the jab, sent a left hook
cascading into what had become her favorite target, Angies kidneys. The
bartenders panties, by now, were sopping wet and an obvious distraction
and annoyance to the fighter. Angie quickly glanced downward, grabbed at
the slik cloth and ripped the panties from her hips, leaving her naked
from the waist down. She then moved towards her adversary and instantly
both women engaged in another incredibly fierce exchange of punches, both
landing devasting blows to the other's body and face as, once again,
neither fighter showied any inclination towards defense or to cease
throwing her own haymakers. However, a human body simply cannot take such
a battering for an indefinite period.

It was Angie who was the first to give ground, backing off the dance
floor towards the bar. The Aussie tracked her, actually snarling thru
curled lips,  now the only woman still throwing punches. Angie tried to
cover up, but Amandah,noting the maneuver, immediately took a step to the
side and shot out a right uppercut that sycthed thru Angie's arms,
landing flush under her jaw. Angie's legs splayed open and her balance
deserted her and half turning, she plunged sideways to the floor.
Although hurt and dazed, Angie bouced back up almost immediately, which
proved to be a mistake. The Aussie, now feeling in control, and taking
her time, jabbed her opponent twice in the face,  followed by a left hook
to the ribs and a right uppercut squarely in the pouch just above Angie's
now totally exposed pubic hair. The bartender's head obediently dipped
downward from the force of that blow, directly into a resounding right
uppercut to the jaw, a crippling blow, evidenced by the sound of Angie's
teeth clicking together on impact. Angie went over backwards as if
poleaxed, landing spreadeagled on the floor, not the most tenable positon
for someone no longer wearing her panty. Amazingly, Angie was only on the
ground for a few seconds before she scrambled to her feet. This time,
however, it was illusory. As Amdanda moved quickly forward to throw her
finishing blows, Angie, her legs, now resembling strands of cooked
spaghetti, began to slump the moment she regained her feet. Her hands
went slack at her sides, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and in
a delayed reaction to the force of Amandah's last punch, the bartender
once more fell backwards on the floor, this time, for good, unconscious.
Amandah stood with her fists ready, watched Angie fall, shook her head
mostly in gratitude that the fight was over, possibly even in a small
tribute to the woman now lying supine at her feet. Angie's thighs
quivered slightly but otherwise she was motionless and for her the
evening of fighting was over.

The Aussie hitched up her pink panties which were splattered with blood,
both her's and Angie's, made an adjustment to her brassiere which had
come close to being dislodged as a result of Angie's heavy punches and
motioned to her two daughters who sat awe-struck in the booth at the side
of the dance floor. "Go get what belongs to you" commanded Amandah,
pointing to the row of panties behind the bar, "leave the rest of them as
is, she probably earned those fair and square". The two blondes hurried
behind the bar, retrieved their respective underwear as Amandah picked up
and stepped into her dress.

Angie was beginning to come around by now and from my stool at the bar, I
tossed her a large bar towel that she put around her waist. I moved over
to help her to her feet and onto a stool, where she sat, still glassy
eyed, lumps raised on her face, blood caking around her nose and mouth
but gradually gaining a semblance of awareness.

Amandah looked at the woman she had moments before knocked senseless and
said quietly, "We took what was ours", pointing to her daughters who had
their panties dangling from their hands "and we left the rest as it was.
As far as I'm concerned this ends it. If you feel otherwise, I'm easy to
find, but take my advice and get a few warmups under that garter belt of
yours before you come looking for me". With that, the three Aussie
blondes turned and walked toward the door,  and, as if on signal, began
whistling together. Of course, it was "Waltzing Matilda".


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