The Happydale Womens' Club
By Soxs


   The election had been a bitter contest of name calling and mud 
slinging. Two debates between the two canidates had come close to 
becoming physical conflicts. On both occasions,the near combatants had 
been kept apart by the others at the scene. It was old versus 
young...set policies versus new ideas...the horsey set versus the golf 
set. Each woman had developed a pure hatred for the other. Their 
conflict had threatened to split the club into warring factions. With 
the election finally over,things were expected to return to normal at 
the club. The votes were counted and everyone waited for the results.  
On viewing the first tally, the board of directors ordered a second 
count. Dead even were the votes. The second count came out the 
same...dead even. 
   Both canidates were summoned to the board room and sat glaring at 
each other as the board announced the results of the votes. The two 
women paused for a moment and the younger of the two, Myra,looked over 
to her rival and announced that she was willing to fight her opposition 
for the office of president. Helen, the older canidate,grinned slyly and 
accepted her opponent's challenge. The board opposed the idea and urged 
the two women to accept a second election vote. They both scoffed at the 
idea and assured the board that they would settle it in a low keyed 
meeting,hidden from sight of anyone,and the location kept secret from 
all except a member of the board to witness the outcome. After some 
debate, it was decided that two board members of the club would be 
present,as seconds as well as witnesses, so that there would be no 
question as to the final results of the meeting of the two women.   They 
agreed and straws were chosen to pick the board members to view the 
fight. 
    A secret location was chosen for the meeting and a date and time was 
set. The meeting was to be at the estate of one of the members who was 
vacationing in Europe. The property would be ideal for such a task as it 
had a grass surfaced tennis court and all servents were with the owners 
in Europe.  
    The women worked out in preperation for the conflict and scouted the 
exercise boutiques for the proper attire for such a contest. Myra was a 
full figured woman of fifty-two,stood about five-six,and was headstrong 
her entire life. Helen was sixty-one,stood five-six,was also full 
figured,and was used to getting things her way. She was hell bent on 
winning this election no matter what it took. After all, she had been 
the president of the womans' club for two terms and wasn't ready to give 
it up.  
   Helen pulled her hair up into a bee hive style that was held together 
by braiding it at the back of her head.  She pulled on her short sleeved 
white workout shirt,slipped into her stretch pants of pink,pulled on her 
white tube socks that she wore halfway up her still shapely legs,and 
laced up the shoes she had chosen for the battle.  They were black 
hightops of soft calfskin leather that ressembled short wrestling boots.  
   Myra eased her black sports bra on and tugged at her black leggings 
that were calf length. She fumbled with her thick,white, aerobics socks 
and settled on the scrunched position for them, laced on her black 
hightop sneakers and stood shadow boxing in front of her mirror.  No 
mercy, she thought! 
    The women were delivered to the courts via their seconds and 
limbered up as the witnesses left the grass area and took up positions 
in either corner,just outside the enclosed area. The net had been 
removed,leaving a large fenced in area for the conflict. Helen pulled 
her hair into a tight bun at the rear of her head,just above her 
neckline. 
   The two finished limbering up and stood facing each other across the 
grass covered cage. Taunts began between the two,each gearing up for the 
ensuing war. The women moved from their corners slowly and circled at a 
great distance from each other,enabling more time for taunts and insults 
as well as the fact that both women had no idea of what to do!  Neither 
had been in this prediciment before and neither was willing to start 
until the other made the first move. 
   When the taunting turned to age and looks,each woman needed no 
coaching and veered into each other with hands at the ready.  Helen and 
Myra met in a walking circle and began to slap out at each other,aiming 
at their faces with hard,wide strokes.  Opened hands careened into 
exposed,makeup covered faces that cracked loudly with each slap.  The 
embattled women stayed in a circular motion and struck out with both 
hands. Helen and Myra took a few good shots and their heads snapped back 
on impact as the blows landed.  Lefts and rights smacked into their soft 
cheeks and the women moved into close range now, standing toe to toe, 
and exchanged slap for slap! Long,wide missles flew into each other as 
they stood chirping out with each blow. After a vicious exchange they 
moved away from each other and retreated to their corners.  Their 
seconds waiting with cool drinks and towels. 
   Helen and Myra sat down on the stools that were placed in their 
corners while their seconds whispered words of inspiration to both.  The 
women wiped their stinging faces with moistened towels and sipped 
chilled bottled water.  Myra sighed as she waited for her opponent to 
signal her readiness to continue. Helen gritted her teeth and 
stood,signaling Helen to resume the fight.  
   The two debutantes moved to each other and strode directly into 
battle! They lurched at each others' hair and grabbed hold.  Manicured 
fingers clamped into each others' hair and tugged violently!  The women 
lurched and swayed as they struggled together in this bitter lock up.  
Myra gasped and groaned as her opponent twisted her locks in furious 
torment. Helen squeeled in pain as her opponent kneaded her locks in 
horrible force.  The two women fought to the fence entangled in each 
others' hair and each tried to slam their opponents' head into the 
cold,hard steel that made up the fence.  It resembled a steel cage match 
as they rammed each other into the fence.  Both cried out as hard steel 
hit soft scalps.  They grappled for position and when the moment was 
right,slammed their opponents' head against the fence.  At different 
times,both women leaned against the fence,locked together,and literaly 
tried to push each other through the hard metal. Tears swelled from both 
combatants as they fought to the corner and continued to ram each other 
against the fence.  They cursed and hissed as they struggled breast to 
breast now.  Helen adjusted her grip and slammed Myra into the 
fence,pulling her back on the recoil and hurled her to the ground! Myra 
shreiked as she thudded to the grass in a heap.  Helen retreated to her 
corner and hostilities stopped once more. 
   A ten minute break found both women weeping and reddened from the 
previous round.  Their hair remarkabley was in good shape considering 
the harsh attacks that each had been subject to.  The tight bun and 
braded bee hive styles proved effective in combat. Myra stood first and 
in an enraged jesture ordered her opponent to get up and fight!  Helen 
oblidged her and they began once more. 
   They met at center court.  Myra balled up her fists and launched a 
reckless barrage of wild lefts and rights at Helen! Helen covered up and 
absorbed the brunt of the blows, grunting and gasping with each fist 
that slammed into her. Most of the punches landed to her body or 
arms,leaving her okay but shaken. When it appeared that Myra was slowing 
down her attack, Helen unleashed her own assault on Myra, pounding her 
with punches to all parts.  The sixty-one year old battered away with a 
lust for blood!  Her face showed a hatred that shined through her 
clenched teeth.  Myra took a few good shots but delivered her own 
assault to counter the older woman's,backing her up and breaking off the 
exchange.  They staggered around each other but kept out of range, fists 
still up and at the ready. Helen spit the blood from her split lip as 
Myra wiped the blood from her bleeding nose. The women growled in unisun 
and struck out at each other again.  They stood crouched slightly into 
each other and slugged away with brutal uppercuts and hooks.  The 
punches slammed into their soft bodies and echoed through the tennis 
courts.  The women cried out with each punch but didn't ease off until 
Helen grabbed Myra and got her in a side headlock. A hard right fist to 
her eye dropped Myra to the ground and triggered another break in the 
action. 
   Before they resumed,Myra's eye was swollen and purple. Helen nursed 
her bruised cheeks and lips. Helen stood first this time and stumbled 
towards Myra. The younger woman struggled to stand and face her oncoming 
attacker. Helen stormed into Myra's corner,trapping her there with close 
body punches. Myra tried to clinch Helen and tied up her attacking arms 
with her own. They stood in a tight clinch against the corner post of 
the fence. Both wailed now as they struggled to punch and not be 
punched. Myra felt rested enough and released Helen,unleashing a horrid 
exchange between the two women. They battered away at each other's faces 
and bodies with unrelentless anger that brought the two to a semi 
conscience state. The exhausted women embraced each other in a loose 
body lock and stood bleeding and weeping onto each other.  Helen wrapped 
one of her legs around Myra and tripped the floundering woman to the 
ground. 
  Helen now slowly eased herself to the ground next to Myra and grasped 
her opponent's arm,trapping it between her legs and clamped it into a 
legscissors,arm bar. Myra screamed out as her arm was twisted between 
Helen's legs in a torturous grip. Helen locked her ankles together and 
squeezed as hard as she could.  She felt her tube socks grind together 
as her legs issued punishment on her rival.  Myra reached for Helen's 
breast with her free hand and clamped onto it with harsh results.  Helen 
screamed out as her mammery exploded in pain! A hard twist on Myra's arm 
freed her breast from it's hold and Helen leaned away from Myra's reach.  
The women stayed on the ground in this position for some time before 
Myra decided to use her own legs as weapons. 
   Myra moved one of her legs back and launched it into Helen's back!  
She released her arm bar and leg scissors and Myra scrambled on top of 
her, bringing them to a breast to breast full arm embrace. Upper body 
bearhugs clamped together and white sock covered legs entwined into a 
grueling knot! They rolled over in a mutual embrace of body to body 
conflict. Helen and Myra layed cheek to battered cheek and rolled over 
and over in a slow motion ballet of violence. Hands reached for hair and 
they began to twist at each others' locks again. The women pulled clumps 
out of the now disheveled hair that hung wildly about their heads.  
Teeth clenched and whimpers and cries filled the air.  The sounds of 
shoe locked against shoe,sock locked against sock, and leg locked 
against leg came from both. Helen moved to attack Myra's breast with one 
hand and Myra followed suit. The women fought together to a staggering 
conclusion.  
   Helen lowered her head to Myra's chest and dug her teeth deep into 
the women's breast! Myra screamed a horrid shreik and shuddered in a 
heap of torment!  Helen clamped tighter and held on for dear life. Myra 
tried to punch her way out of this but to no avail. After two minutes of 
this mayhem, Myra screamed her surrender.  Helen rolled off her fallen 
opponent and sobbed loudly as Myra layed in a horrible ball of defeat 
and pain.  The women were delivered to their homes and they never fought 
again. The End.