The Battle of Wickersham
By Soxs


Twas a frosty night at the Wickersham Inn. The patrons all were awashed 
in grog and all was well with mighty old England.  King Arthur was on 
the throne and the subjects were happy and content.  Well...all but two.  
On this cozy night by the large fireplace, Sir Henry of Kent was eased 
back in his chair,a noble knight was he. The brave member of the round 
table was joined by a few other members and they enjoyed the attentions 
of the two barmaids,Marion and Elieza. Marion was a tall,well built 
lass,hair of red that she had she braded up around the top of her head 
this night. She was adorned in a frilly top of peasant style that laced 
up the front and donned a tight fitting vest of reddish brown leather 
that also laced up the front. A flowing skirt of plain brown she wore 
that fluttered when she walked through the inn and she choose her simple 
shoes of brown leather that tied with tasseled laces. Hose consisted of 
a tan pair of stockings suitable for the harsh weather of the season. 
Elieza was of medium build,brown hair that she wore in a tight bun at 
the base of her neck,and wrapped her  frame in similar  attire as the 
other barmaid with the exception of her vest,which was of swede 
material. Sir Henry had been kind to both that night as they swooned 
over his attentions.  The other knights chuckled at the sight of both 
barmaids constantly refilling his rather large stein. By mid-evening the 
noble knight was feeling no pain and still pondering which luck lass 
would be his on the frosty night in Wickersham. As Alieza was bringing 
him yet another refill, the buxoum Marion slid her foot out into the 
path of the oncoming shoes and the surprised Alieza went careening into 
Sir Henry's lap!  Luckily the pitcher of grog released it cargo into 
thin air,splashing onto the already dirty floor. Sir Henry grasped the 
whench and laughed loudly. Well that settles it! You'll be mine for the 
night!, he bellowed. Marion boiled over at the backfired underhanded 
act. Not if I have anything to do with it!!!,she hissed,and grabbed 
Alieza by her shoulders,heaving her to the floor! The knights all roared 
with laughter as did Sir Henry. Alieza scrambled to her feet and assumed 
an attack position aimed at Marion,who responded in kind.  The two 
pretty barmaids stood poised for combat as the knights moved out of the 
way,instructing the other patrons to get their own drinks for now and to 
stay out of the oncoming fray! With that, Marion and Alieza moved to 
each other,spitting out insults like school girls. They met next to the 
knights' table and began. A futile attempt at hair pulling soon changed 
to a kicking,cloths clawing melee as the two women fought to destroy 
each other! They battled around the center of the room,knocking over 
chairs and an occasional patron as they fought in close embraces. Their 
kicks thudded against their hosed covered legs and they cried out with 
each blow. Marion reached for Alieza's face and clawed at it with both 
hands. Alieza returned the attack in kind and they struggled 
about,locked onto each others' faces! Now since both had very short 
fingernails, no blood was drawn. Firery red streaks did begin to show as 
they fought with hands locked on cheeks,eye to eye!  Tears stung the 
welts as the rolled from their eyes but they continued without pause. 
Alieza brought a firm knee up into Marion's groin and slammed the lass 
with vicious intent! As Marion went down, she grabbed onto Alieza's 
vest,pulling it apart at the laces and taking it with her! Alieza 
reached down for her foe and grabbed Marion's head. She pulled her half 
up before a hard punch was sent to her breasts. The stricken lass wailed 
as the blow struck. Enraged now,Marion lunged at Alieza and tackeled her 
to the floor. They became engulfed in a tangle of fury!  All parts were 
fair game.  All limbs were attacking whatever they could. Every method 
of assault was used by both lasses as they wrestled on the floor,rolling 
over and over each other. Their hose hissed as their legs became locked 
in a desperate struggle of vise like grips! The knights stumbled about 
them,gazing at their exposed thighs as they rolled around the floor. The 
two battling women began to run out of steam and slowed to a crawl. They 
layed entangled in violent embrace,sobbing and demanding surrender from 
their opponents. Time passed as they layed together and held on to this 
deadlocked position. Each labored to breath and both showed signs of 
great pain. In the tenth minute of the floor deadlock, Marion sobbed her 
surrender and the two dislodged themselves from this grueling 
entangelment. The patrons returned to their reveling,and the barmaids 
were taken away by the knights for an evening at the castle. Now what 
happened there is privileged information...*s*. The end.