TWEETY VS. KIM

socking it to each other!

TWEETY VS. KIM! Wrestling For Dollars The studio was standing room only as the house lights came up and the theme music began to play. The crowd cheered as the emcee for the show entered and strolled to his podium. Dash Riptide grinned through gleaming white teeth and greeted the audience. They numbered about thirty people since the studio was fairly small. The big draw was to the television audience which numbered in the thousands in Cremlar. A small ring with three ropes around it stood at center stage. Dash introduced the contestants for today's match. "From the Remsen region, greet our labratory technician and mother of three....Serena Hoffstedder!!!" The audience cheered as a woman in her mid-forties glided down the short distance to Dash's side. A green ring robe covered her as she smiled nervously and shook Dash's hand warmly. He complimented her on her dark, brown hair which she wore loosley to her shoulders, and said to the crowd,"Is this a real beauty or what?" She was, her face a work of art resembling the Mona Lisa's likeness. Her body was slightly rounded from her childbirthing past but was most pleasant to view. "From the Carduvan region,greet our bookeeper and mother of three as well...Margaret Vanderglelder!!!" Dash seemed more enthusiastic than usual as Margaret was also quite attractive. She had shaggy blonde shoulder length hair worn loosely, and a pretty face. Her body also boar the childbearing reminders, rounded slightly but just enough to compliment her stature. Dash had two beauties this day and he made no effort to hide his excitement at the fact that each would soon begin the "game". They also shook hands warmly, an equally nervous smile on her girl next door face. Dash positioned them on either side of his podium, Margaret adorned in a pink ring robe. He asked Serena,"Do you think you can win the game fairly easily today?" Serena paused for a second and answered,"I think I can take her,Dash!" The audience bellowed as Dash turned to Margaret and repeated the question. She shyly responded,"I have all intentions of winning against her,Dash!" The audience bellowed once more and the women were given last minute instructions on the contest rules. They would compete in rounds with no biting or scratching allowed. When the bell rang for a round's end,they had to break it up and return to their corners. Failure to heed any of the rules would immediately disqualify the rule breaker. Both women warily nodded their understanding and were instructed to their prearranged corners,where the show's corner persons awaited them. Hilda sat Serena down on her stool and gave her a few tips on what she should do. This was all that was allowed on the coaching aspect of the game. Once the first round started, no other instructions were to be given. The women were on their own. Gertrude sat Margaret down and whispered tactical moves into her ear. She nervously stared across the ring at Serena, who nervously stared back. On this show, contestants were picked on their lack of experience in the physical contest that they agreed to take part in. The winner would receive $10,000 with the looser getting $5,000. A generous supply of sponsors kept the till filled with prize money as well as supplied the gear that each contestant wore. Hilda and Gertrude patted each woman gently and wished them luck. They stood and removed their robes, handing them to the cornerpersons. Serena stood fidgeting in a green one piece bathing suit, elbow and knee pads,wrestling boots,all green, and thick,white aerobics socks that she had pulled to top height or about three quarters way up her calves. Margaret stood in a pink one piece suit, elbow and knee pads of the same color, pink wrestling boots,and thick, bulky white gym socks that she wore slightly scrunched down above her boots. She too fidgeted in her corner, unsure of the task ahead and not accustomed to this sort of activity. They appeared self consciencious in front of the audience as they waited for the opening bell. Dash wished each of them luck and motioned the time keeper to get things rolling. Ding!!! Serena and Margaret flinched at the sudden noise and awkwardly began to move to each other across the ring. Maragret felt her soft boots stepping along the canvas ring floor and thought that these would be great at home for those lazy days in the comfort of her house. Comfortable to say the least,she thought. Her opponent was thinking a similar thought at the footware's comfort and glimpsed down at her feet. She looked up in time to see that they had moved to within inches of each other and neither was poised for the other. Arms still at their sides, Serena and Margaret stopped dead in their tracks and stood, breast to breast,their excited breathing rubbing them in a most senusious manner. Embarrassed and blushing, the women grasped onto each other and began to push each other in a standing test of strength. Each tried to force the other backwards but they were equal and stayed locked in one place. Margaret moved to her right and continued to puch Serena, who followed her lead and they slid in a circular pushing motion. Their circles took them to the ropes where they lightly bounced off them and broke off contact from each other. Margaret sighed deeply at having no luck in pushing her opponent as Serena took a moment and moved to meet her again. They made contact and enveloped each other in a closer lockup this time. Mutual tight embraces clamped around their upper bodies, their breasts mashed together like warring clouds as they struggled more intently now. Grunts and groans floated from both sweet voices as they struggled about the ring. Serena and Margaret swayed in a vise like grip that had them tripping over each other. Their bulky footware made contact as their legs intertwined during the struggling. Margaret attempted to throw Serena off but the dark haired woman held her tightly, refusing to let go. Serena wrapped her legs even tighter about Margaret's, causing them to topple to the ring floor.
This began a rolling contest that neither woman wanted bottom position in. Serena gritted her teeth as she forced Margaret over and the blonde gritted her's as well, forcing them to reverse once again. They still embraced like squeezing anacondas from head to toe and continued to slowly roll over and over around the ring. Margaret groaned as she and her opponent held each other in hostile embraces, laying on the canvas ring floor in front of cheering strangers and countless television viewers.
They slowed to a stable position and continued to squeeze each other to a breathless stalemate. Their legs battled in an entwined stalemate as well, causing them both to relax their grips momentarily to regain composure. If any viewer had tuned to the channel at this point, they would have thought they were viewing a lesbian scene from a foreign movie. Two middle aged women laying in a tangled embrace from head to toe, holding each other motionless on a bed of canvas, breathing deeply into each others' ears, expressons of fear and fatigue on their faces. Fellini would have been proud! Ding!!! They moved apart and returned to their corners.
Each was given a towel and cool drink between rounds. Their ringpersons massaged them but spoke not a word. Serena seemed pleased with her stalemate against Margaret. Margaret was equally confident with her show against Serena. With the commercial break over, the bell sounded,ding!!!, and the women slowly got up and moved into battle once more.
As they made contact this time, Serena held her opponent off with straight arms and held Margaret in such a way as to kick her. She pulled back her right wrestling boot and kicked Margaret squarely in her left shin. Margaret squeeled out as the soft toe of the boot slammed into her. The surprised woman was quick to return the favor and slammed her own right wrestling boot into Serena's left shin. Serena chirped out a faint squeel of her own and settled in on a kicking duel with Margaret. The angering women stood against each other at arms length and launched booted toe after booted toe into each others' shins and calves. They gasped and squeeled as the soft laced feet of their opponent's slammed into their beautiful legs. Serena was glad she had opted to pull her thick socks straight up as they supplied some protection against the onslaught of attacking kicks. Margaret realized this and shoved her opponent against the ropes,kneeing her in the stomach. Serena gasped out and bent over as Margaret backed away a few steps and reached for her thick white socks. She pulled them straight up to full height and beckoned her opponent to resume the battle. Serena glared at Margaret and lurched towards her. They locked up again and resumed the kicking battle of legs. The sounds of soft boots against thick socks thudded around the studio as the audience cheered their encouragement to both women.
Ding!!! For a second, both women continued to kick at each other but shoved away to return to the corners for a rest. Serena cursed her opponent as she pulled her socks up, they had fallen slightly during the last encounter. Margaret promised her opponent revenge as she pulled her own fallen socks up. Ding!!!
They stormed out of their corners and rammed into each other with legs flailing away with heated conflict. Margaret was getting the better of Serena after a heated exchange of kicks and bulled her against the ropes. Once there, she began a knee attack to Serena's body, holding her closley against her and using the ropes to trap her there. Serena wailed out as she was forced to absorb Margaret's kneepads against her soft body. Margaret leaned against her foe and decided to rest for a second. Serena used the move to batter a hard right knee of her own into Margaret's thigh. She followed with a barrage of knees that caused Margaret to cry out and attempt retreat. Serena felt her grip on Margaret slipping as the blonde shoved away from her. She swung out with a wide right as Margaret broke loose from her. The punch clipped Serena's nose but did not draw blood.
Serena, at having been tagged, balled her dainty fists into weapons and marched after Margaret. Margaret backed away from her attacker and they moved around the ring with Serena swinging out and Margaret blocking the blows. After the third trip around the canvas, Margaret planted her feet solidly and swung back...hard! She rammed a right fist into Serena's left cheek and sent the dark haired woman into retreat. Now Margaret pursued Serena around the ring,swinging away with wide punches that clipped her opponent from time to time. Serena found herself in a corner with Margaret up against her. They began a close fist fight that each fought with both fists to all parts. They fought heatedly in the corner with body punches and a few that caught faces as they leaned against each other and battled.
Margaret took a hard shot to her stomach that brought her to the canvas. Serena stood by and welcomed the rest. The blonde got up and plowed into Serena, tackling her to the canvas. They pounded to the ring floor and erupted into a vicious brawl of hair pulling and punches. Each schreeked out as they battled in heated combat. Margaret and Serena locked together into a ball of tangled females, lashing out at whatever they could. They pounded away at each other with brutal punches that sunk into their soft bodies. Feminine hands ripped at flowing hair as they wrapped each other up into tortureous conflict. Serena and Margaret weeped freely as they struggled to best their opponent. Ding!!! The two women kicked each other away and staggered to their corners.
Serena sobbed quietly as her opponent Margaret, weeped into her towel. Sweat drenched them as they waited to get at each other again. Margaret and Serena glared at each other and stood up before the bell. Ding!!! They shuffeled back into combat.
Margaret and Serena collided at mid ring. They struggled sluggishly to get some kind of grasp on their opponent. Serena managed a side headlock on Margaret and twisted the woman's neck harshly. The blonde gasped and groaned at having been trapped by Serena's hold. Their boots got tangled with each other and the two women staggered to the ropes. Margaret slammed her elbow into Serena's side, releasing the headlock. Margaret wasted no time and clamped an equally cruel sidelock on Serena. She twisted the dark haired woman's neck and pulled on her hair as well. Serena reached for Margaret's thigh, took aim, and fired two rapid punches to the soft flesh. Margaret yelped out as the fists struck. Serena,still trapped in the hold, launched two more punches to the same area. Margaret held on and twisted Serena's head tighter. The dark haired woman stomped her right foot hard onto Margaret's boot laces three times, finally freeing herself. She lurched onto Margaret and drove her to the corner. Once there, Serena erupted into a barrage of lefts and rights to Margaret's body. Margaret returned fire and the women fought a close body to body punching duel for the following five minutes. They wailed and sobbed as they battled with raw rage. Serena managed to land a damaging uppercut to Margaret's left breast that slowed her to clinch with Serena. They leaned against the turnbuckle locked tightly in the clinch and stood motionless for another five minutes. They seemed to be resting and waiting for the bell to stop the fight. The audience fell silent as they waited to see what would happen next. The sobbing women almost seemed to be embracing now, each had relaxed their fists and held their hands loosely in half held fists. Serena looked over to Dash and her expression told it all. When does this end? Dash held up a card that read...ONE MINUTE TO GO! At that point, Margaret happened to look over Serena's shoulder and saw the card. One minute to go and no winner yet.
Serena and Margaret sighed through their tears and broke off the clinch, circling each other around the ring, fists up like boxers. They began to throw wild, overhand punches at each other, connecting from time to time. They moved slowly as they battered away a each other in a cruel ballet of female desperation. Margaret and Serena heard the audience start the countdown at ten and battled harder with each punch. Serena closed her eyes and swung out with all she had left. Her knuckles crashed into Margaret's face. just under her left eye. Serena opened her eyes to see her opponent sinking to the canvas. The blonde collasped at Serena's feet, grasping her wrestling boots where they met her thick socks,which now layed scrunched in bulky masses of white knitted material. Margaret weeped quietly as Serena stepped away from her and waited for her to get up.
Ding!!! "Time's up!!!, bellowed Dash. Margaret layed in a cuddled mass as Dash reached for Serena's hand and lifted it above her pounding headache. "The winner!!!", he crooned. "Watch next week for our show with a special match!!!" "The midgets will be here for a mixed match!!!". With that, Dash signed off and it was time for Leave It To Rasputen. After all...this is the land of Cremlar!
The End