Angies Trophies......and thoughts of Albert Einstein
by Mickey One
A work of fiction conceived and writtten by Mickey One


Angie had taken a beating. I didn't realize how bad until I sat down on a
stool next to her at the bar. She was still in her bra and had the towel
around her waist, not having the inclination, or maybe the strength, to
put on her skirt and sweater. I suggested that she do just that and
offered to help. She removed the towel and used it to dry between her
legs before she took her skirt and stepped into it. I helped her zip it
up the side, then helped her put her sweater gingerly over her head and
face and down over her torso. It was apparent she was still a bit dazed
so I helped her back onto the stool and took a close look at her.

There were several lumps on her cheeks and under her eyes and her jaw was
swollen on the side and under the chin. She was still wiping caked blood
from inside her nose, which, amazingly, didn't appear to be broken. She
continued to rinse her mouth with a large glass of water as she continued
to spit out blood 

"Well", I attempted, jocularly, ' at least you found out who Amandah is".

"That is one tough bitch", Angie said and she began a verbal recount of
the fight, a good sign that she was starting to come around.

"Geez, those punches she hit me with in the kidneys, they felt like they
were going right through me. They completely screwed up my plumbing. I
know one thing, next time I'm gonna make sure I pee before I start in
with her."

I thought about asking about "next time", but you don't interrupt Angie
when she's got the floor.

"I hit her as hard as I ever hit any woman, or man, for that matter, and
she just kept coming and throwing punches", Angie continued. "I couldn't
believe she stayed up the way I was landing punches, but I know what I
did wrong. She's got an iron jaw. Next time, we'll see how good she takes
it downstairs and I mean 'way downstairs. I just forgot one of my rules,
hit 'em between the legs and all the fight goes out of 'em. We know she's
got an iron jaw, what we gotta find out is does she got an iron crotch.
I'll ruin that bitch's social life for months. She does know how to fight
though, I'll give the broad that much. I've never been knocked out before
and she got me good.  Funny thing is, it doesn't hurt like I thought it
would, at least not until you come to. Well, next time is gonna be
different, I'm gonna jump on her right from the git go, not let her get
off any of those body shots, and, like I said, we'll see how well she can
take it between the legs.

I saw my chance so I asked, "You mean you're actually going to fight her
again?'.

"Of course", Angie sneered, "you think I'm gonna let her come into my
place, call me out from behind the bar, put me on my ass, and I'm just
gonna let it go at that. No way. I want her again, any time, any place,
any way. You heard what she said, she ain't that hard to find. Well,
that's fine, because I'm gonna look her up and this time I'm gonna whip
her ass".

One other thing about Angie, she tended to be somewhat singleminded. She
got an idea, she followed it through to the end. She took about a week to
let her face and body heal and then started making inquires about where
to locate the Aussie woman. It turned out that that the day bartender
knew one of the blond guys who had come in with Greta, the daughter that
Angie had beaten up and that led to Angie and Amandah getting together
and talking about getting it on, again.

She told me about it a couple of nights later. "You know what that crazy
bitch wanted to do, she wanted to fight naked, in the nude or as she put
it, in the altogether. Said, that's the way they did it back in
Austrailia. I tell her, no way, just 'cause two crazy broads on some
backward island think thats the way its done, don't mean we do it that
way over here in the civilized world. She didn't like that one bit and we
almost went at it right then and there. Those two Crocidile Dundee types
were there and they grabbed us. Anyhow, we go back and forth on this for
a while and I know exactly what she's trying to do; she wants to
intimidate me. Same as she did the night we fought in here and she began
by taking off her dress and strippin' down to her bra and panties. Well,
now she's taking it up a notch or maybe down a notch, and she figures
with no clothes at all, I'll be totally discombobulated. Well I don't
fall for it and we finally decide we'll go topless with just panties and
shoes. We're gonna do it this Friday after closing, so if you don't have
anything scheduled you might want to drop around"

Amazingly, I was able to stammer, with a totally dry mouth, "Are you
kidding, I wouldn't miss it".

Friday came relatively quickly and I got to the bar around 2 AM and as I
walked in the door a small riot was in progess. Two guys were holding, or
trying to hold, Angie near the bar as she struggled to get at Amandah who
was across the room, being restrained by the Dundees, and it took both of
those big guys to hold the Aussie woman. I thought I had missed the
action, but, it turned out, this was only part of the introduction. It
seems that Amandah and the Austrailian contingent had arrived about five
minutes earlier and Angie, who wasn't bartending, was on a stool at the
bar. When she spotted Amandah, she jumped off the stool, hitched up her
skirt and thrust her pantied pelvis at the other woman, shouting, "Take a
good look, bitch, you're gonna be kissing these lips before they carry
you outta here tonight". 

Amandah had rushed across the room and both women had crashed to the
floor clawing at the other before being separated. Cooler heads had moved
the women to distant parts of the bar, yet they were still struggling to
get at each other when I walked in. There seemed no reason to delay any
further, so after a minute Angie stopped struggling, signaled to the guys
holding her that she was under control and without any other
preliminaries, simply said,  "Lets get started". With that she
straightened up, unzipped her skirt, undid her garter belt and stockings
and slid her sweater over her head. She then unhooked her brassiere and
stood, legs wide apart, in a pair of red bikini panties and flat shoes.
Amandah got up from a booth and quickly took off the  warmup suit she was
wearing.  Underneath she wore only a pair of white panties. The two women
moved in tandem towards the small dance floor, turned, and without a
word, advanced towards each other.

As they closed, Amandah shot out two quick left jabs both of which landed
squarely on Angie's breasts. It was apparent that the Aussie had thought
this through and realized that given Angie's sizable bust, fighting
topless would present a desirable target area. Angie, as always, moved
forward and fired an overhand right that landed on the Aussie's shoulders
and a left hook that missed Amandah's head. Then Angie clinched with her
adversary and both women struggled to get punching room. Angie was the
first to get loose, and she took advantage of the space by launching a
right uppercut flush into the crotch of the Australian woman. A look of
pain and surprise crossed Amandah's face and before she could rejoinder,
Angie drove her knee up into the same area where her right fist had just
intruded. A howl of pain came from the Aussie and her hands immediately
went between her legs. Angie, taking advantage of a now stationary
target, hooked a left to the ribs of the other woman, a right to her
solar plexus, which served to spring open the Aussie's legs and Angie
thudded home another right hand punch to the once more exposed and
vulnerable crotch of her adversary. Amandah, her eyes actually crossing
from the pain, emitted an anguished scream from her lips, sagged at the
knees and plunged face first to the floor at the feet of a very satisfied
Angie, whose strategy of "going downstairs" seemed to be working to
perfection.

The Austrailian woman was flat on the floor with her hindquarters in the
air, her hands now inside her white panty as she attempted to eae the
pain in the most intimate part of her body. Angie stood above her,
looking down with disdain, eager for the other woman to arise. Amandah
slowly raised herself to her feet, still massaging between her legs. She
glared at Angie, hitched up her panty, raised her fists and moved towards
her opponent. The Aussie threw a jab that came up short and Angie quickly
stepped inside the punch and landed a crushing left hook to her opponents
breasts. She followed with a straight right hand aimed at the Aussie's
jaw, but Amandah avoided the haymaker and landed a left hook of her own
into the soft flesh just above Angies red panty. Amandah followed up by
going even lower on her opponents body, with a straight right into the
middle of the red silk and then lower still with a left hook into the
middle of the suddenly wide open legs of the bartender. Angie grunted but
came back with a heavy right hand punch to Amandah's solar plexus and a
left hook thudding into the ribs of the Aussie. Both women were landing
devastating punches and both were taking horrible punishment in return.
They continued to stand toe to toe and exchange fierce punches, both
women groaning as punches landed on their body and grunting with the
fierce effort expended in throwing return punches. Both Angie and Amandah
were breathing thru their mouths and gasping for breath. Each had begun
to leak blood from their nose and mouth and each would occassionally spit
out blood from inside their mouths. It was combat at its most fierce and
most primal fueled by the mutual hate these two women had built up for
each other. However, it simply couldn't go on much longer, not at this
pace.

The two women disengaged to the point of backing away several steps, and
both bent at the waist to try to regain a semblance of strength. Both
women were covered in sweat and rivulets of blood coursed down from their
faces thru their upper torsos and into their panties, which were,
likewise both sweat and blood soaked and dangerously on the verge of
slipping off the hips of each woman. During this respite, both of the
fighters attempted to hitch up their silk coverings so that the panties
would remain in place but it appeared to be a hopeless endeavor.
Simultaneously, each woman gave up this task and let their panties slip
down their legs, and then proceeded to step out of their underwear,
leaving both completely naked except for their shoes. They both
straightened up, once more raised their fists and moved towards the
other.

Both women were exhausted, from the punches they had thrown and the
punches they had received. Both were now naked and both had trouble
holding their arms up in a boxing stance. Each fighter's arms trembled
from exhaustion. They closed the distance and Angie threw a straight
right that went right through Amandah's defense and exploded on her jaw.
The Aussie's thighs quivered on impact and her legs buckled but she
stayed on her feet. She retaliated with a right hand of her own that
landed flush on Angie's right breast and followed with a left hook that
thudded into the upper portion of Angie's pubic patch. After this volley,
both women fell into a clinch from sheer deprivation of strength. Unable
to throw punches they each grabbed the other woman's breasts and clawed
frantically, now seemingly only interested in inflicting as much pain on
the other as possible. As Angie had, by far, the more sizable breasts, it
was she who recognized her disadvantage and at once shoved Amandah away.
Again, at a distance, the women tried to mount the energy to throw more
punches. Angie sent a right hand towards the lower region of Amandah's
body but it fell short, likewise Amandah's attempt at a counterpunch
proved fruitless. Again the women fell into another clinch. However,
given the sheer exhaustion that had overtaken both combatants the clinch
had more the appearance of an embrace.

Suddenly, Angie screamed. It became immediately apparent that the Aussie
had manuvered her right hand down between Angie's legs and having managed
to pry them open had inserted two thick fingers into Angie's vulva and
was raking the inside of the bartender's most sensitive area. Angie
screamed again. She attempted to dislodge the fingers inside her by
pushing down on Amandah's right arm but the other woman had her left arm
firmly around the back of the neck of the bartender. Failing to dislodge
her rival's fingers and stop the pain they were inflictiong, and on the
verge of passing out from exhaustion and pain, Angie switched tactics and
replicated exactly the same maneuver. She brought her knee up into
Amandah's crotch and as the Aussie's legs parated, Angie angrily inserted
two fingers inside her antagonist. Amandah's body shuddered and she tried
to pull away but Angie also had her left arm firmly around her advesary's
neck. The women remained in that painful tableau for thirty seconds and
then, simultaneously, both women's legs began to shake and then quiver
violently. They both sank to their knees, but remained firmly ahold of
their grips on each other. They were now on their knees, facing each
other, one arm around the neck of the other, one hand in between the legs
of her advesary. Both women were gritting their teeth, from the effort
expended and from the pain being inflicted on their viatal area. Neither
seemed ready to disengage. Neither seemed able to take much more of this
torture.

"No more, enough", "Its over", the phrases sounded coincident with each
other, both in a similar guttural tone, so that it was difficult to
determine which woman had uttered which words, but it was apparent that
each woman had decided to desist. Both women released their hold on the
other and both fell over backwards, completely spent and lay spreadeagled
on the floor inches from each other, each woman immeadiately directing
her hands between her legs to attempt to alleviate the pain. The rage,
which earlier had led to such savagery had gone, the hatred probably not
disappeared but it obviously had dissipated. Each woman was now primarily
concerned with soothing their own ravaged body.

I stared at the two women on the floor, amazed by the sheer viciousness
they had displayed over the past several minutes which had resulted in
the condition both were now in, and incongrously, at this moment, my
thoughts turned to Albert Einstein. Yes, that Albert Einstein. I recalled
a story that the professor had once been asked, by a reporter, what
weapons would be used to fight World War III. After thinking a moment,
the old man said he didn't know, but World War IV would be fought with
sticks and stones.

I'm fairly sure the good professor had never been in "Angies" and
reasonably certain he had not foreseen women warriors, but I think I had
just had a glimpse of what he had envisoned  as World War IV combat.


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