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16:55 <patricia> I have created the public room #pat.
16:56 <patricia> patricia (somewhere on a motorway rest area in France). Grey smoke escapes from the bonnet of our old car, so we stop at a motorway rest area. The last few contracts have only impoverished us a little more, a fight lost in Denmark in Kiara's federation, another at Zack Davis' house, an evening to forget in The Asian Dungeon, we don't have a penny left in our pocket because the loser is not paid. We are on our way to my old aunt Lucienne to ask for financial assistance, we have finished repainting her hallway, we are going to take the opportunity to repaint her garage door. My sister Sylvie takes her little spiral notebook where she writes down all the federations that could make us work and then she takes my mobile phone and checks that I have contacted all the federations: the Darcys, Lady Penelope, Kc Lauren, Vicious Victoria Starr, Francesca, Larissa Petrova , Figure4gal ,Kittygirl,Roxybalboa. Dillion_harper …Dead calm, these assholes prefer young women! AAAAAr, I hate them! Driiing ! Oops! Lady Darcy calls me, Sylvie answers in a honeyed voice: how are you Mrs. Darcy, we just wanted to check on you, you are so friendly, so human..... a fight for Patricia? One minute, I check on the schedule ...... (As usual, we pretend to be overloaded, wait a few seconds, know that we don't have an offer in the coming months) ...... Yes, you're lucky that we're free right on this date..... It was a delight to have you online. Our friendship to your husband, Lord Darcy, you are lucky to have a lovely husband like him, he is so gallant, goodbye.... patricia I was absorbed in watching if smoke was not rising from the engine, I asked Sylvie: so, who was it? My sister replies: it was that asshole Lady Darcy, she offers you a fight, the conditions of the fight are not attractive, as usual the loser will not be paid. It seems that all the organizers have the same instructions, we should set up a union of fighters if this continues! She didn't give the name of your opponent, strange, s
16:57 <patricia> somewhere on a motorway rest area in France). Grey smoke escapes from the bonnet of our old car, so we stop at a motorway rest area. The last few contracts have only impoverished us a little more, a fight lost in Denmark in Kiara's federation, another at Zack Davis' house, an evening to forget in The Asian Dungeon, we don't have a penny left in our pocket because the loser is not paid. We are on our way to my old aunt Lucienne to ask for financial assistance, we have finished repainting her hallway, we are going to take the opportunity to repaint her garage door. My sister Sylvie takes her little spiral notebook where she writes down all the federations that could make us work and then she takes my mobile phone and checks that I have contacted all the federations: the Darcys, Lady Penelope, Kc Lauren, Vicious Victoria Starr, Francesca, Larissa Petrova , Figure4gal ,Kittygirl,Roxybalboa. Dillion_harper …Dead calm, these assholes prefer young women! AAAAAr, I hate them! Driiing ! Oops! Lady Darcy calls me, Sylvie answers in a honeyed voice: how are you Mrs. Darcy, we just wanted to check on you, you are so friendly, so human..... a fight for Patricia? One minute, I check on the schedule ...... (As usual, we pretend to be overloaded, wait a few seconds, know that we don't have an offer in the coming months) ...... Yes, you're lucky that we're free right on this date..... It was a delight to have you online. Our friendship to your husband, Lord Darcy, you are lucky to have a lovely husband like him, he is so gallant, goodbye....I was absorbed in watching if smoke was not rising from the engine, I asked Sylvie: so, who was it? My sister replies: it was that asshole Lady Darcy, she offers you a fight, the conditions of the fight are not attractive, as usual the loser will not be paid. It seems that all the organizers have the same instructions, we should set up a union of fighters if this continues! She didn't give the name of your opponent, strange, she may not have foun
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16:58 <patricia> I glue a piece of tape back to the red light on the dashboard of my car, the light flashes constantly, it distracts me from driving. I turn the ignition key of our car, the engine coughs, the car vibrates and then it starts with a gray cloud escaping from the exhaust pipe. Unable to hold back his great tongue, Sylvie comments on Lady Darcy's call: Patricia, you remember that you still haven't paid the bill you owe at the Darcys' bar, your escape through the bathroom window didn't go unnoticed...... She had a funny voice, fat Darcy, I wonder if she doesn't have a surprise for us...... I think Sylvie is right, this miserly couple has never loved me, I have often argued with them, I have always had problems with referees and federation leaders, police officers and teachers too, I am a misunderstood artist..... During the evening meal we drank a little alcohol to celebrate this contract under the amused eye of our old aunt.
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16:59 <patricia> A week later..... Sylvie stops our car in front of the Darcy Club, we are late, I say to my sister: have you seen all the neon lights that light up their club, it's a real Christmas decoration, don't you think it's a little too much? Look at their car is parked there, in their reserved space, park next to it! The maneuver is complicated because of the lack of space, suddenly a noise of scrap metal, the bumper of the Darcys' big car is a little damaged, that of our small car too, it doesn't matter, finally our car is parked astride the sidewalk, Sylvie puts our usual little sign on the steering wheel: nurse working with an elderly person, Please do not put a ticket. I complain, the Darcys' big car takes up too much space, they always have to try to impress us. The slamming of the doors of our car resonates in the night, the few passers-by turn their heads when they see us, it's true that we are two beautiful women, we are also dressed in our best clothes. I am elegantly dressed, black tights, blue mini-skirt, white top, handbag and white boots. Sylvie is also elegantly dressed, little white top, white mini skirt showing off her big muscular buttocks , pink ankle boot, sexy black stockings and black thong, bright orange lipstick, our good taste in clothing contrasts with that of these Redneck who will attend my fight.The conditions of the fight are hard, stakes at the end of the fights, no rules, no referee, and not a penny for the loser...... ...... Sylvie follows me with a sports bag where we have our combat outfits, we chew gum, Sylvie blows a bubble while I call the doorman: hello handsome guy! You want a princess autograph, we're the ones coming for tonight's fight. The guy shrugs, hurry up, you're late! Sylvie while chewing her chewing gum, squints on the doorman's buttocks, she makes eyes at the doorman and rubs up against him as she passes.
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17:01 <patricia> The Darcys put up 3 vintage style poster for tonight's fight, they took an old photo of me taken during a fight in their club, at the time I must have been 40 years old and my opponent had just closed one of my eyes. I notice that the poster encourages customers to consume beer, this couple has a sense of business...... We enter, the doorman closes the door behind us, he does not fail to make a comment on our clothing that he considers indecent: don't drag around the room, I don't want to have any problems with my bosses or the posh customers, this is not a gambling den, go to your cloakroom! Then he shows us in the distance the room where the drink is stored, it's my usual cloakroom at the Darcys'. The Darcy club is crowded, customers smoke, drink, brays everywhere! Young women accompany rich clients, older women have overpriced outfits. We are forced to push customers to make our way to our cloakroom. An old disco ball spins, projecting spotlights of light. Sylvie, always ready to criticize all the federation leaders, tells me with a little nasty smile: the decoration is really old-fashioned, it's like being at Auntie Lucienne's. I smile, then my eyes meet that of the bartender who is fortunately on the opposite side of the room. His nasty look leads me to think that the Darcys probably withheld my big (very big) unpaid bill from his salary....too bad for him. . We then brush against a dream creature, a completely naked pole dancing queen, we both cast an envious look at the curves of the young woman, I say to my sister: pfff! A big whore, I don't know how much those stingy Darcy can give her to wiggle on her bar! Sylvie made a new bubble of chewing gum and then she said to me: come on Patricia, we have a real job to do!
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17:02 <patricia> I kick furiously in the nymph's clothes that are on the floor, I bend down to retrieve them while she is busy teasing the customers, I really want to do stripteases too, but I feel the look of the bartender who doesn't leave me, he still wipes the same glass since he spotted me, I am forced to leave these beautiful underwear on the floor..... A waitress joined us, she's a little black rabbit with her bunny girl costume, she's dressed in a black one-piece swimsuit, a small black bow tie around her neck, she shakes her two large ears and wiggles her small buttocks like us, she has a hostile look and said in a high-pitched voice: no, this door is reserved for dance artists, follow me. We pass in front of the club's office, reserved to serve as a cloakroom for distinguished guests, I hear voices, those of the couple who own the place and another, I seem to know her, that laugh ........it reminds me of someone, and that voice, vulgar. I am furious at this difference in treatment, a waitress opens the door of the drinks room for us with a little contemptuous look on her face, she's waiting for us to tip her. I kick her in the shin: oh! Excuse me, I didn't do it on purpose , then I slam the door in his face......... Quickly we undressed, our skin has a pretty golden color due to the tanning sessions of August in Auntie Lucienne's garden (without unsightly swimsuit marks, we tanned all over), under the interested eye of the neighbors who passed the lawnmower every day.
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17:03 <patricia> A few minutes later, we are sitting on crates of mineral water waiting for someone to come and pick us up, our clothes are scattered on the crates of drinks. Through the thin door comes to us the fat laughter and bursts of voice of the customers; Sylvie puts on her little round glasses at the end of her nose and opens the door: Wow! There are still people arriving! There won't be room for all the spectators! My sister closes the door, puts away her glasses and then she adjusts the elastic of my ponytail and checks the knots of the strings of my micro bikini . I have taken my outfit which is all the rage among males: my yellow micro bikini does not hide much of my big buttocks. My sister has an almost identical outfit, but in green, her gray hair is tied in a ponytail. Aunt Lucienne's cakes and desserts have wreaked havoc on our physique, the advertised weights are wrong, my belly is a little chubby, my bikini top struggles to contain my big breasts. We wear pink MMA gloves, Sylvie found them on great promotion on the internet, I hope they won't tear because they were really cheap. We hide the two empty beer cans we have just drunk and readjust our mouthguards, Sylvie burps and says to me as she crushes the cans: Let's toast to the Darcys who pay! This place brings back memories, I ruminate as I remember my failure for the title of bare-fist champion against Suki, and the partial abitrage of Lady Darcy...... ( BKB Title Match: https://venus.chatfighters.com/story/78162 )
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17:04 <patricia> ( in green, sylvie, in yelow, patricia) Suddenly I hear my anthem, there is a knock on the door, it's the waitress: come on grandmothers, we're calling you! This little bitch quickly slips away, she is probably afraid of receiving another kick in the shins, I can only see the little white pompom that serves as his tail that moves away into the distance. We head to the ring wriggling our buttocks, with a contemptuous look for the audience, a chubby young man slips a 10 dollar bill under the string of my thong, my sister gets it, I politely shove a couple of young and rich spectators who are talking in front of the ring: excuse me sir, lady! then I grab the bottom rope and climb into the ring while Sylvie stays at the foot of the ring. A young nymph is in the center of the ring, dressed like Pamela Anderson in the television series Baywatch, red jersey, white gloves, small ponytail for her blonde hair. I'm green with rage, the Darcys spend a fortune paying all his young wives and are stingy with the fighters, our blue eyes meet, we distrust each other, I don't like these little bitches, she doesn't seem to like me too, she nonchalantly turns her microphone, looks with a little smile at my belly chubby, I can't let this affront pass, I get closer, our chests brush, I chew my gum, I make a big effort not to slap her, I have to remain professional, she smiles at me with a little smirk, fortunately the lights of the club go out, only the spotlights on the ring remain lit as well as the giant screen that broadcasts the fight for the spectators furthest from the ring, the hubbub of the spectators does not stop however, a high-pitched squeaking pierces our ears and then the voice of the nymphet in the loudspeaker announces:
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17:05 <patricia> Ladies and gentlemen, they come from France, Sylvie, trainer and sometimes fighter, she measures 1 m65 (5 foot 5 inch) and weighs 68 kg (141 pounds), she is 58 years old and her sister who is the challenger of this match, Patricia! She is 1m62 (5 feet 4 inches) tall and weighs 54kg (119 pounds), her micro bikini allows us to admire her breasts: 90 D (34 D), she is 59 years old! I do a double bicep curl, I turn around the ring undulating my buttocks, then I come back to my corner. Around the small table in front of the ring, bets on the winner are going well, despite the darkness I see tickets changing hands. The bookmakers have a big smile, I notice that they are glancing in my direction with a wide smirk, it smells like a trap, I am not at ease, they are aware that I have problems with all the fight organizers and that I am forced to harass them to have the slightest fight ; and that voice I heard as I passed by the Darcys' office, I can't remember, but I'm sure I know it.......... I listen to the discussion at the betting table: hey Jim, the winner will pocket 10,000 dollars, but we will make as much money as possible! I start dreaming, the Darcys had been careful not to tell me the amount of the bonus, 10,000 dollars, enough to buy me a new car... ... ... I'm perplexed, I'd like to know the name of my opponent, this fat cow Darcy was very evasive when I asked her. Perched on the ring, I am on tiptoe, I see through the smoked window 3 silhouettes in the Darcys' office, apparently I am not the only one to have to do a weight loss diet, the 3 silhouettes are chubby and seem to laugh out loud..... a very bad omen this proximity between my opponent and the bosses of the club. Die Draufgänger - It's My Life - Coverei DraufgaengerTV
17:06 <patricia> My anthem continued to ring, the audience continued to get closer to the ring
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17:06 <patricia> Sylvie can't be silent, she has spotted a handsome 60-year-old man, she winks at him, then blows a new bubble with her chewing gum (she has stopped smoking and since then consumes a lot of chewing gum), she readjusts her little green panties, revealing a camel toe that betrays the intension of my little sister .....but the old man is accompanied by a pretty old woman who strongly reprimands Sylvie, Sylvie shrugs her shoulders. I call out to Sylvie: Hey, give me some water instead of flirting with the old guys! Sylvie hands me my water bottle, I take a sip and start my stretching exercises ……. Sylvie takes my water bottle, then she seems very busy tying the top of her bikini, while casting discreet glances in the direction of the handsome old man. The face of the legitimate wife turns scarlet red with anger, her friends are outraged by Sylvie's attitude and advises her not to let this affront pass: Ooooh what a shame! The Darcys have not accustomed us to such vulgar fighters!
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17:07 <patricia> Sylvie has chosen her lover badly, his wife is a regular catfighter, she is a rich woman, well known in the club for her generous tips to the staff and fighters, her eyes flash brightly, it seems that she was only looking for an opportunity to fight, in anticipation of this she does not wear a necklace, nor an earring but large rings on each finger, she quickly gets rid of her shirt, mini skirt and shoes, she wears a one-piece swimsuit underneath, the fight is inevitable, the two mature women provoke each other eye to eye, they have muscular bodies, tight calves, toned thighs and buttocks, well-developed upper body muscles, protruding deltoids are contracted, it should be a great match. At first, they try to impress each other, kicking each other with their chests, they alternately push each other away, their big udders crush at each impact, one or the other backs up on impact, trips, attacks in turn... then suddenly they dive into each other under the encouragement of the crowd, each putting one hand behind the neck of the other and grabbing the other's arm with the other hand. From the top of the ring I shout to Sylvie to calm down but the hubbub of the crowd drowns out my voice, the audience approaches and gathers. The husband encourages his wife, Mary: correct that whore! The two old women are panting, of equal strength, neither seems to take the advantage. Men and women are delighted to have an unexpected fight as an aperitif, derogatory remarks about the age of the two protagonists quickly fly as well as mocking sneers and diagnoses about the future winner. Rich and distinguished ladies are offended by this inappropriate and shocking fight between two grandmothers who should be taking care of their grandchildren and knitting
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17:07 <patricia> Suddenly Marie steps back, then dives on top of Sylvie, Marie squeezes Sylvie's chest between her arms and rests her head against Sylvie's breasts, like a boa, her arms Marie gradually empties Sylvie's lungs, she moans in pain, tries in vain to spread her arms which suffocates her. Marie's friends go wild, sneer like a herd of hyenas at each moan of Sylvie, drops of sweat run down my sister's temples, she seems to suffocate slowly but she manages to free her arms and then she puts her right hand under Marie's chin. Sylvie slaps Marie in the face with her left hand. Marie lets go of her prey, Sylvie still has her right hand under her opponent's chin, she grabs Marie's left arm, Marie has her head tilted back and is now struggling to breathe, her husband encourages her. Marie tries in vain to escape, but Sylvie doesn't let go of her prey: damn, you're going to give me your husband! The crowd encourages the rightful wife not to let this happen.
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17:08 <patricia> Sylvie's nipples are pointing, she thinks she can easily humiliate Mary in front of her friends and her husband, Mary throws her fist into Sylvie's liver, my sister lets out a long guttural scream, lets go of her opponent, paralyzed by pain, she hits the ground with her right foot moaning: aaa! Aaa! Mary's supporters let their joy burst out, Mary follows up with a kick in the crotch of Sylvie, my sister backs off, both hands on her lower abdomen, she has become an easy target, Mary then chains a series of hooks in Sylvie's belly, Mary's rings make my sister writhe in pain who backs away a little with each punch, purplish marks appear on my sister's stomach who is stunned and can't fight back, the pain increases, Mary lets out little hoarse cries, It now targets the liver area. Shaky, staggering, moaning, Sylvie refuses to admit defeat and then Mary follows up with a kick high in the face. The crowd applauded as they saw the husband's thief's head shaken violently from the shock.....
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17:08 <patricia> Sylvie thrown to the ground. His back hits the ground, fortunately protected by carpets. Sylvie rolls on her stomach to get up but Marie jumps on my sister's back and sits on her loins, Marie locks both hands on Sylvie's chin, then Marie leans back stretching poor Sylvie, Sylvie's big breasts sway, my sister grimaces, grunts, Marie leans forward, then begins a new stretch. Sylvie lets out a long, hoarse cry, two of Mary's friends approach the ring to dissuade me from intervening, while in this time Marie continues to stretch Sylvie's old back and she shakes her feet to try to free herself but the legitimate wife takes revenge, Sylvie continues to moan and suffer. Encouraged by her friends, Mary does 3, 4 and then a fifth stretch, Sylvie is forced to ask for mercy: stoooop! I beg you. Mary sneers at these pleas.
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17:09 <patricia> When Mary stops the stretch, Sylvie is just a rag doll, covered in sweat, she lies on her stomach, she catches her breath and moans in pain, her right hand rests on her painful loins, she massages them gently. The spectators want more and encourage Mary: finish this bitch! Finish that bitch! Encouraged by her husband, Mary now has fire in her lower abdomen, she is savoring the situation, her nipples are sticking through her swimsuit, she is grabbing my sister's grey hair, she is sitting on Sylvie's head, rubbing her crotch on her rival's ponytail, the display of dominance is frightening. Sylvie's face is totally intimidated, fearing that the beating is not yet just beginning, and the stern expression on Mary's face indicates that this may well be the case. Mary gets up and grabs Sylvie by the hair, my sister is half knocked out, she tries to catch her breath, her opponent takes advantage of it, Mary walks my sister around the ring like a little dog (or rather like a workhorse because Sylvie's big buttocks undulate with each step) under the boos and sneers of Mary's friends.
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17:10 <patricia> The intervention of the spectators that separates the two women gets Sylvie out of her bad posture but she has lost face in front of Mary. Mary's two friends have put on their outfits for a possible fight intervention, their red and blue one-piece swimsuits highlight their muscular bodies, they are mature but it is obvious that they are tough catfighters. Sylvie, surrounded by her two new bodyguards, places herself, all sheepishly at the corner of the ring, I give her a furious look and start my stretching again. Now Mary is joined by all these friends, it's a pack of wolves impatient to see the start of the fight, their luxurious evening dresses are in their husbands' arms, the respectable old ladies are all in swimsuits, they are all ready to fight if need be.....
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17:11 <patricia> As I finish my stretches, the announcer, totally indifferent to the fight between the two old ladies, takes his microphone: Before the fight starts, we introduce you to the two gladiators, first of all the challenger, Patricia! I walk to the center of the ring, the waitress climbs into the ring and brings a scale, we exchange unfriendly looks. The announcer places the scale in front of me, I am vexed to be announced as chalenger, I, the famous Patricia, I step on the scales, the needle goes up to 60 kilos! 6 kilos of sugar and fat more than my usual weight. I make a pout, this scale is probably badly adjusted. This bitch of a waitress makes a mocking face and shakes her hand because the needle climbs much higher than announced, I want to slap the waitress, I remain professional, I hold back, but it's hard. Sylvie has oiled my body like a fries, I shine under the spotlights, I go around the ring doing a big double bicep, I go to my corner and I climb on the middle rope haranguing the crowd. Suddenly the announcer speaks again: we are now going to welcome a legend of female bare-knuckle fighting, Busty Beckie Keegan! A shiver runs down my spine when I hear my opponent's name, this slut wiped her big sweaty butt on my face and shaved my beautiful hair at the end of our last fight, those bastards Darcy were Lady Penelope's guests, they drank a glass of champagne at the stake and laughed to see my hair cut in the ring! I go back down to the ring, ah! The treacherous Darcys! Bastards! Bastards! I'm furious, I hit the ring mat with my feet, I'm going to have to face my worst enemy, I cast a nasty look in the direction of my opponent's locker room...... (WEFC NHB Tournament Match : https://venus.chatfighters.com/story/76220 )
17:11 <patricia> The spotlights are on the door through which my opponent is going to leave, I then notice the giant screen that broadcasts the fight live, multiple cameras record the different angles of view, the faces distorted by pain, the generous curves of the women who fight. The Dracys will probably broadcast the fight, Auntie Lucienne could discover my real activity...
17:11 <patricia> Busty Beckie Keegan I stand in the doorway between backstage and the ring area, dressed in my red bikini, ready for the fight. I cannot believe the hilarious sight I am witnessing at ringside, one of the dumb French tarts has picked a fight with Lady Mary Anstruther and is getting her arse whupped. Lady Mary is really laying into the French bitch. I shake my head, didn’t that dumb French cow know what she was doing, Mary Anstruther may now be a titled “Lady” but before she got her hooks into Lord Anstruther, she used to be Mairead O’Rourke, a “working girl” from Dublin who was a champion catfighter in half the clubs in Ireland and the north of England. Still, it’s getting the crowd nicely worked up, the Darcy’s will like that. I know what the Darcy’s want, Lady Darcy was very clear in her instructions to me and Lady Penelope. They want Patricia to be “retired”, beaten so brutally and badly that her fighting career will be over.
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17:12 <patricia> As I watch the security trying to sort out the mayhem at ringside Lady Penelope comes up behind me and starts to massage my shoulders. “Okay Beckie, you know what you’ve got to do, don’t KO her too easily, keep her on her feet until you’ve totally broken, bloodied, and bruised her” she whispers in my ear. “It’ll be a pleasure, Penny; those French tarts really need to be put in their place” I reply with a snarl. I think back to my meeting with Lady Darcy and Penny in my dressing room. Lady Darcy was furious, something about Patricia not paying her debts, and she wanted Patricia’s career “finished” in front of everyone. Penny had warned me that the Darcy’s take money very seriously and stiffing them for even a few pounds is a bad idea. Although I wonder about how smart they are, they are promising me a big payout, way more than the usual prize money, way more than Patricia may have ripped them off for.
17:12 <patricia> And, on top of that, they have promised me a title shot at Suki Squid, even though Valenzuela is the obvious title contender. I smirk and crack my knuckles, then adjust my bikini top over my 42DD tits and pull up my bikini bottom over my big belly and fat ass, as I hear the announcer introducing me. “And now, please welcome to the ring your hometown favourite from here in south London, she stands 5’4” tall (1.63m) and weighs in at a solid, curvy, 180lbs (82kg)… she is the self-proclaimed… BIG-TITTED BITCH… BUSTY… BECKIE… KEEGAN!!!...” I strut out into the warehouse, my arms raised above my head, both in a show of confidence in my victory and to make sure that everyone gets a good view of my voluptuous body.
17:13 <patricia> I swagger arrogantly towards the ring, swaying my thick, curvy, hips and wiggling my fat ass. I am getting a really good crowd reaction; Lady Mary’s friends are yelling their lungs off. “COME ON BECKIE, BEAT THAT FRENCH SLAG TO A PULP!” I hear one of them yell. “YOU’RE GONNA KILL THAT FRENCH COW BECKIE!!” another one yells. I jump up onto the ring apron and duck through between the middle and top ropes into the ring. I turn and pull a bicep pose for the cheering crowd, then turn and swagger over to where Patricia is waiting in her corner.
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17:14 <patricia> I get up close, pushing my 42DD tits into her, well, much smaller, tits, my thick belly pressing into her belly and hiss at her. “You must be really, really, stupid to take this fight. What I did to you last time ain’t gonna be nothing compared to what I am gonna do to you tonight you French whore.”
17:15 <patricia> Patricia : Beckie has just entered the ring room, I hop on the spot, excited as a flea, my fists hitting an imaginary enemy in shadow boxing, when Beckie gets in the ring, I climb on the bottom rope, asking for encouragement from the audience who are now pressing around the ring, then I point with my index finger to Mary's friends, accusing them of being friends of Beckie's, of wanting to interfere in her favor. The group of women responds by booing me wickedly and making fun of my age. Some of them make balls of paper with the flyers of the club's next shows and throw them at me, I manage to grab a ball of paper, I throw it angrily at this group of shrews. A young man is offended by this behavior: hey! How old are you? It's like kindergarten! Beckie is advanced against me trying to push me with her belly and her big breasts, we are forehead to forehead, I feel her hot breath on my face and listen to her threats. In this breast fight, the moment is electric, like the sensation of soft flesh pressing against soft flesh. Our two tense bodies huddle together, locked in a breathless immobility. Each girl feels the other's heartbeat through the soft, supple flesh of the breasts, we are both hesitant, both hungry as the fight begins. It's the last calm before the storm, I step back, breaking contact, then come back, hitting my opponent with my to try to make her back off. Sylvie has regained her strength and toupee, she is hardly presentable after her lost fight against Mary, with her disheveled gray hair, her right breast that has come out of the cup of her bra, but the sight of Beckie makes her very angry. Sylvie has climbed into the ring, but outside the ring, she is behind Beckie's back. My sister provokes my opponent, asks him to come and fight, tells him that she is a big cow, mimes her big belly........
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17:16 <patricia> Suki Squid :Lets go Patricia you can do this lisafights1980 : Go Patricia!!! Busty Beckie Keegan : As we stand face to face, breast to breast, body to body, and I am telling you how it is going to be I can hear a loud commotion from the crowd behind me. I turn my head and see… Sylvie… is now up on the ring apron. She is yelling, calling me over, calling me a “Fat Cow”, imitating a big belly, calling that she wants to fight me too. I snort derisively and turn away from you and strut over to the ropes, standing in front of Sylvie I reach out with my hands and wrap them around the back of her neck. “So, you want to join the party too huh?... Well, Sister Sylvie, this is going to be an… Equal-Opportunity Beatdown… You can join the fun too!” I drop downwards, pulling hard on the back of Sylvie’s neck, pulling her upper body roughly over the top rope and flipping her into the ring onto her back. I turn to the timekeeper and yell “RING THE BELL!!... I’M GONNA WHUP THE TWO OF THEM!”… DING!!... DING!!... DING!!... Sylvie :Sitting in the front row, Mairead O'Rourke can't sit still, frustrated at not having been able to finish Sylvie and worried about Sylvie's designs on her husband. Also sitting in the front row, her friends surround her, all in combat gear and excited by the beginning of the evening, the Darcys heat up the room so that customers consume as many drinks as possible, all of Mary's friends are warm in their swimsuits and they only want to fight and chase away her thieves of husbands. Mary sent Lord Anstruther into the Darcys' office with a large sum of cash money, leaving them to find an opportunity for Mary and her friends to ridicule the two French women to keep them away from the British rings. Lord Darcy comes out of his office with a wide smile, he goes around chatting with the customers, asking them if everything is going well.
17:16 <patricia> The male audience evaluates Beckie's chances in tonight's fight, commenting on her last fights against Anastasia the brawler, Valenzuela, Rose Bonito. Some spectators point out that Patricia almost defeated Beckie in their last fight.....suddenly all eyes turn to the ring where the fight seems to start before the bell rings. While Patricia and Beckie are in a chest to chest fight, the group of hyenas made up of Marie's friends get closer to me, nervous I turn my head, I feel at the same moment Beckie's big hands grabbing my neck: AAAA!my mos crashes on the ring mat, Baaaam! I bounce to the ground, massage my aching loins, squirming on the ground.........
17:17 <patricia> Patricia :I see Beckie heading towards my sister, I smile with a sadistic grin, what a stupid thing she is, this fat cow!I don't take the time to put my mini bra back on, my nipples are bare and pointing, I step on Beckie's back, bend my knees and hit her in the crotch with the edge of my hand, then gives her a vaginal claw, twisting and pinching her sensitive flesh
17:17 <patricia> Suki Squid : rip her face off Patricia
17:17 <patricia> Busty Beckie Keegan :As I stand over Sylvie the bell rings and suddenly, I feel a sharp twisting, clawing, pain in my pussy… ARRRGH… I scream in pain and double forward, bending over, my hands going down to clutch my pussy as I stumble and wobble on my thick, chubby, legs. Snorting and puffing for air I turn around and see Patricia on her knees behind me, a gloating grin on her face. I can hear some in the crowd yelling support for Patricia and I cast a sneering glance them. “Bitch!” I snarl and puff and then stumble towards Patricia, flinging my right knee up towards her head as she is kneeling, aiming for her jaw, the weight of my thick thigh and fat ass behind the blow.
17:17 <patricia> Suki Squid :stop cheating Beckie
17:18 <patricia> NaughtyNikki :Come on Beckie! You've got her now!! Drag her to the corner! Mikewrestles1 :Come on Beckie pick her up and slam her down!!! Suki Squid :quiet Mike before those nuts have a accident
17:18 <patricia> Sylvie :Lying on my back, I shake my head and breathe deeply, then I turn on my stomach, I crawl to the ropes, I grab the bottom rope, then I slowly stand up moaning, my back is in compote, Mary and her friends boo me and applaud loudly Beckie, I turn my head at the moment when Patricia is thrown to the ground by Beckie.
17:18 <patricia> Patricia : The thin fabric of Beckie's panties hardly protects her, I purse the lips of her vulva: you're going to squeal, fat sow! Out of the corner of my eyes, I see Sylvie standing up. Despite the pain Beckie manages to pivot, her knee hits my face, leaving a big purplish mark on my cheek, I fall on my back, stunned but not knocked out, immediately I roll on my stomach, get on all fours and start to get up
17:18 <patricia> Nathan gingerbread :Grabs a drink and settle down
17:19 <patricia> Busty Beckie Keegan :As my knee to Patricia’s jaw cracks home and she goes down on her back I can hear my supporters cheering me on. Yelling for me to get Patricia in the corner. I take a deep breath, I knew these Frenchie sisters fought dirty but didn’t expect them to go with the low blows from the bell, still I am going to make them regret it. Patricia has rolled onto her hands and knees and is trying to get up. I smirk, I’ll help her to her feet, so I can knock her down again! As she reaches out for the corner ropes I move in and grab her hair, yanking her up. Following the advice of my supporters I throw her towards the corner, time to knock the stuffing out of the scrawny bitch. I am aiming to trap her in the corner and repeatedly ram my shoulder into her belly, knocking the Christmas stuffing out of her and leave her helpless in the corner.
17:19 <patricia> Mikewrestles1 :Come on Beckie hurt her now!! Finish her!!!
17:19 <patricia> Sylvie : Clinging to the ropes, I watch Patricia being corrected, I take a deep breath, I fill my lungs, I let go of the ropes and approach Beckie from behind, I receive a few pellets of paper from Mary's friends who boo me, like a Thai boxer, I lean on my right leg and hit Beckie in the ribs with my left foot......
17:20 <patricia> Patricia : Beckie grabs me by the hair and traps me in the corner, she pushes her shoulder into my stomach several times, I moan, I drool, the blows follow one another, my bikini top has totally slipped off, I am now topless. The audience encourages Beckie, asking her to finish me, these assholes don't know my resistance........the Darcys still haven't come to see the fight, it worries me, but for now my problem is Beckie, I grab the ropes so as not to collapse, waiting for Sylvie's intervention.....
17:20 <patricia> Busty Beckie Keegan : Got ya, Patricia is trapped in the corner, holding onto the top ropes to keep herself up, but no matter, I ram my shoulder into her belly, time and time again. My supporters are on their feet, yelling encouragement to me. But suddenly the tone of my supporter’s voices changes, the yells are now a warning. I stop my shoulder blocks and twist around to see what the noise if about and… UFFFF!!... I am kicked in the ribs by Sylvie, my belly wobbles, my big tits shake, and my head droops down in response to the blow. I wobble slightly on my chubby legs and then try and hit back at Sylvie with a forearm smash, leaning my hefty, voluptuous, 180lbs body behind the blow…
17:20 <patricia> lord darcy : Walks into the warehouse arena and goes over to sit with Lady Mary and her friends...
17:21 <patricia> Sylvie : Beckie is warned of my attack by her supporters, but she doesn't have time to dodge my shot. My left foot slams against Beckie's ribs, she wobbles on her big chubby legs, I put my foot on the ground, lift my right knee to follow up with a low blow in her crotch. The speed of her reaction surprises me, she hits me with her forearm, Uch! My head is shaken, I make a U-turn, stumbling to the ropes, half stunned..... Beckie's supporters bang on the edge of the ring to show their support.....
17:21 <patricia> Patricia : Sylvie clings to the ropes, although in bad shape, I step forward to face Beckie, my left fist is in front of my face, my right fist back, left feet forward, right feet back, I jump in a circle around Beckie, staying out of reach, I try, I throw my left fist towards my opponent's guard, brushing his fists, the audience boos his lukewarm start of the fight on my part, I step a little closer, attempting a left hook towards Beckie's face
17:21 <patricia> Busty Beckie Keegan : My forearm smash sends Sylvie reeling backwards, spinning around, and falling back onto the ropes. I smirk gloatingly and stumble towards the stricken French woman, planning to pummel her senseless as she hangs on the ropes. My supporters are stamping their feet and banging their hands on the ring apron as they see me moving in to beat down the Frenchwoman. But before I can get close enough to Sylvie to hit her my path is suddenly blocked by Patricia, leaping around me and in-between me and Sylvie. I am taken by surprise as she fires off a left at me, and I rapidly raise my right arm to block the blow. The impact knocks my right arm away and before I raise it again, she fires off another left hook… UFFF… it cracks against my jaw, sending my head snapping backwards… I stumble backwards from the impact, my thick, chubby, legs wobbling a little, my eyes blinking, my tits and belly wobbling and bouncing. After two steps backwards I regain my balance and composure, the look on my face changes to a sneer of anger and I launch myself back in Patricia’s direction, hurling a right forearm smash at her jaw, my 42DD tits swaying wildly with the momentum behind the blow…
17:22 <patricia> Sylvie : Clinging to the ropes of the ring I see Lord Darcy sitting in the front row, he has a wide smile, he has not yet seen his car with the beautiful trace of the bumper of our car on the driver's door. I breathe for a few seconds and narrowly avoid a slap from Mary who got up from her chair, she seems furious that she couldn't knock me out. I turn around Patricia fights against Beckie, my gait is staggering, but I approach to attack Beckie......
17:22 <patricia> Patricia : Beckie falters, but she resists, she hits me in the jaw with her right forearm, my head is thrown back, my big breasts sway, I clench my teeth, I come back to the charge, I try two hooks, right, left, in the direction of Beckie's big belly, leaving my face dangerously uncovered
17:22 <patricia> Mikewrestles1 : Hit her Beckie!! Kick her ass!! Work her over Beckie!! Nathan gingerbread :Glances over at mike who seems very excited and i wonder if he has a crush on beckie. Mazikeen :ppffftt, Beckie wishes
17:23 <patricia> Busty Beckie Keegan : Patricia has come out of the corner fighting, smaller than me, but she’s feisty. She caught me hard on the chin and rocked me, but I am made of tough stuff, and I fire back at the French firecracker with a hard forearm smash that rocks her onto her heels… She wobbles on her legs, her breasts swaying, as she stumbles backwards. But she is determined to press home her attack and regains her balance, rushing forward to attack again. I guard up my fists and forearms in front of my head to protect my jaw and face and consequently she attacks low… left hook, right hook, left hook, right hook… into my big belly… Urrrgh… Urrrgh…. Urrrgh… Urrrrgh…. I grunt and moan as the blows smack home, my flabby belly shakes and wobbles, and my 42DD tits bounce up and down as the blows land… but then Patricia has to take a breather and I can hear someone yelling a warning… “Beckie watch out!!”… but I am too busy with Patricia to take notice… My belly is hurting, bruised and battered, I am puffing for air, but she has taken a break and now I can hit back… I reach forward and grab Patricia’s hair with one hand and ram my thick head into her head in a… headbutt… 180lbs of angry Busty Beckie behind the blow…
17:23 <patricia> Patricia :My face bears the marks of Beckie's strikes, but I don't lose heart because my fists sink into her fat bulges, she growls, I tell her: this is only the beginning! My face is unfortunately defenseless, Beckie hits me with a headbutt on the nose, I let out a long squeak and fall on the ring mat holding my nose with both hands and squirming like an eel..........
17:23 <patricia> Sylvie : Patricia rolls in pain on the ring mat, Mary climbed on the ring mat, but stayed outside, she still boos me so badly, she must have ruined our reputation with the Darcys, we have been flattering their egos for years at every opportunity, giving them in a honeyed voice Lord and Ladie on each of their birthdays. In the ring, the fight continues. Beckie's big cow turns her head towards me, I've come to my senses, I must look like a witch with my shaggy gray hair and bare breasts. I try to kick in the face with my right foot: haaaaan
17:23 <patricia> Suki Squid :don't let that tub of lard beat you Patricia
17:24 <patricia> Busty Beckie Keegan : My belly may be hurting but I take my chance, grabbing Patricia by the hair with one hand, “French whore!” I snarl at her and then deliver my vicious headbutt, straight into her face… Busty Beckie Keegan : She squeals in pain and falls down onto the canvas clutching her face. I look down at her, sneering, gloating, when now I am suddenly aware of a commotion behind me, the warning now louder. I turn and… URFFFF… that slag Sylvie has been creeping behind me, and she delivers a Savate kick… straight into my jaw… I am big and tough but a kick straight on the jaw is devastating and my legs buckle under me, and I collapse down onto the canvas, falling down onto my hands and knees, my head drooping down, my big tits and belly sagging down… I am dazed, stunned, and hurt… I can hear the crowd in uproar, some cheering wildly, some gasping in disbelief, some screaming for me to get up
17:24 <patricia> Nefertina :"C´mon Beckie! Get back Up! Don´t let some small fries like those two take the fight out of you!" cheering and jumping in the crowd holding a "Busty Becky sign"
17:24 <patricia> Sylvie : Beckie is on the ground, half knocked out, I straddle her and I grab both her ankles, then her two wrists, I let out a loud cry to lift Beckie's strong mass :aaaaah, I make a U-turn with my imprisoned prey so that Lord Darcy can see the pitiful champion he opposed us. I slowly rock Beckie, then I make wider movements, she is really very heavy, I struggle to keep her imprisoned
17:24 <patricia> 
17:25 <patricia> Patricia : Oh my god! My nose! I roll on the ground, moaning, I roll out of the ring to regain my senses. The audience asks me to get back in the ring, but I need a few seconds of respite, my face is all dented by this bitch Beckie
17:25 <patricia> Busty Beckie Keegan : On my hands and knees, shaking my head to try and clear it, my legs are suddenly yanked out by the ankles, and I fall onto my face. Someone squats on my back and my legs are pulled up by the ankles and then my wrists… “Whoa… whoa…” I squeal as I am lifted up a short way off the canvas… The person holding me, clearly Sylvie since I can see Patricia lying in a heap on the canvas, is clearly struggling to keep my thick, voluptuous, 180lbs body up off the canvas. “Urrr… let… me goo…” I groan. Sylvie starts to try and rock me back and forth; she is clearly struggling… “Urrr… urrr…” I moan in pain, but start to struggle to move my legs and arms, wriggling my thick body back and forth to break her grip in my wrists and ankles and get free of her hold.
17:25 <patricia> Sylvie : Han! I swing Beckie's heavy body which sways more and more, then I open my hands, Beckie flies away and crashes into the ring: Baaaam! Her breasts and her big belly flatten on impact. I glance at Lord Darcy, his wife is absent, I take the opportunity to wink at him. Beckie squirms on the floor, I'm not going to let her breathe. I put both my feet on the back of her knees, wrap her legs around mine, I grab her wrists and try to lift her into the Spanish ceiling
17:25 <patricia> 
17:26 <patricia> 
17:26 <patricia> Patricia : I slipped outside the ring, a small trickle of blood flows from my nose, I rummage through the sports bag that Sylvie left at the foot of the ring, there is a small pharmacy inside, with a cotton wick I stop the trickle of blood, I take a look at the ring: Beckie squeaks, moans, a wide smile appears on my swollen lips: I will be able to take revenge
17:26 <patricia> Zack Davis :*watches with amusement as Patricia smiles a sadistic smile* Nathan gingerbread :* wonders if there is anything fun in that bag*
17:26 <patricia> Busty Beckie Keegan : NO… NO… I squeal as Sylvie rocks me back and forth, the 180lbs weight of my hefty, voluptuous, body painfully stretching my arms… then, without warning as she rocks me forwards, she lets go and… splat… I land, tits and belly down on the canvas… Urrr… I let out a groan and gasp for some air, thinking about pushing up to my feet to get my hands on this French bitch…. but suddenly she is standing on my calves as I lay face, tits and belly down on the canvas… “Wha… wha… get off me bitch!!..” I snort… she’s reaching down, grabbing my arms and pulling them back… what is she doing I wonder… then… “NO!!... NO!!...” I squeal, she cannot be serious, I’m no featherweight, I’m a solid 180lbs of voluptuous heavyweight… but she is serious, and back she falls, pulling my hefty body up into the air in a… ceiling hold… 180lbs of Busty Beckie up in the air, my back arching, my big tits and belly up in the air, my head tilting back down… ARGGGGHHHH!!!.... I scream in agony; the pain is excruciating…. ARGGGGHHHH!!!.... I scream again, my own thick body is working against me in this position… ARGGGGHHHH!!!.... I scream and scream, I don’t know how long I can hold out… but it must be exhausting for the French bitch to hold my heavy body up like this… I can only hope she tires before I can’t take it anymore…
17:27 <patricia> Sylvie : Han! Han! I pull on Beckie's chubby arms, I manage to lift her heavy body in the air. Now it's just a moaning puppet, helpless, begging me to stop, I look at her big buttocks, her strong thighs, all this is of no help to her, I sneer wickedly when I hear the cries of disarray of Beckie's supporters, then throw my prey on the carpet, Baaam, the ring vibrates. I get up leaving Beckie moaning on the floor, Queen Sylvie gets closer to the ropes, I make my panties disappear between the big cheeks of my buttocks, I have to charm Lord Darcy, I think I could advantageously replace his wife, I turn my big buttocks towards the audience, rub them against the ropes, I hope Lord Darcy is looking at me: AAAAAA! A violent pain stops my charm act, Mary at the bottom of the ring has just striped my muscular buttocks with her nails, her nails leaving 10 red marks on my tanned buttocks.........
17:27 <patricia> patricia : Will Lord Darcy fall under the spell of Sylvie's big buttocks?
17:27 <patricia> 
17:27 <patricia> Patricia :It's time for the rematch, Beckie is immobilized by Sylvie, I'll be able to let off steam by using her big belly as a punching bag, I take all my time to grab the ropes and get ready to join my sister in the ring. Oh no! Sylvie releases Beckie, her desire to find a rich prince charming to finance her retirement makes her do big stupid things! While Beckie moans on the mat, my sister does her charm act, but Mary scratches Sylvie's big ass, ruining the long hours of weight training where my sister only works her glutes, I climb in the ring taking over to continue the fight while Sylvie laments while looking at her bruised buttocks
17:28 <patricia> Busty Beckie Keegan : ARGGGGHHHH!!!.... It’s pure agony, this French bitch has got me helpless in the ceiling hold, I am gonna have to quit… Wha… wha… what’s happening? She’s releasing me… SPLATTTT… Again, I fall face and tits on the canvas… Urrrr… urrrr… I moan in agony, my back hurts so much, I reach back with one hand to clasp my lower back… I need to try and get up, I am amazed that Sylvie hasn’t attacked me, what is she doing? I hear a squeal and look up from the canvas… Huh?... Sylvie seems to be standing by the ropes and clutching her butt cheeks, squealing at someone in the crowd. It’s my chance to get up, I start to push up off the canvas, but my back hurts so much, that ceiling hold move really hurt me… I can hear someone coming up behind me, the crowd are yelling a warning… Oh my God, it’s got to be Patricia… I’m down and in pain, I am a sitting duck…
17:28 <patricia> Miss Emily :“Come on! Finish that big bitch off!” Nathan gingerbread :Stomp her Suki Sweet wife of Dei :beat her like a rented mule Mazikeen : It's hilarious
17:28 <patricia> Sylvie : Mary is standing at the foot of the ring, she shows me her right fist, her friends are standing too, she boos me. The cheeks on my face have turned pink, I don't want to lose face in front of Lord Darcy, I shout to Mary: get in the ring, if you dare, we'll explain! Behind me Beckie moans, apparently she doesn't have only friends here, I hear the screams of the spectator encouraging Patricia .......
17:28 <patricia> Patricia : Beckie massages her loins, I don't have time to think and I listen to the advice of the spectators, I take 3 steps of momentum, I rush with both feet forward....my big buttocks crash on Bekie's loins, trying to trap his arm which massages his painful loins. Sitting on my pony, I grab Beckie's hair with both hands and pull her head back, then my right hand sinks into Beckie's mouth for a hook, tense my left hand pulls her hair in jerks: remember what you did to my hair! ha! ah ! ah ! Bitch
17:29 <patricia> 
17:29 <patricia> Busty Beckie Keegan :I have made it up to my hands and knees, but that’s as far as I get when Patricia’s fat ass drops down onto my back, and her hands come down around my face, her fingers fish hooking into my mouth and brutally pulling my head upwards and backwards… ARRRRRGGGHH!!!... I again scream in pain… The little French bitch clearly wants some payback and she releases one hand and grabs my hair, viciously yanking my head back so that she can lean her face down and hiss in my ear… “Remember what you did to my hair!”… I’m in pain but I… can… remember cutting your hair off at the end of our previous match… but I can also remember something you seem to have forgotten… how I gouged your eyes to turn the match around… and with your face so close to mine, it’s an easy target… I use my body strength to rear up like a bucking bronco and with my free arm I reach back over my head and shove my fingers at your eyes… aiming to get you to release me and fall off my back…
17:29 <patricia> Sylvie :I turn around, Patricia is straddling Beckie, this bitch managed to get out of the way by blinding Pat, the crowd's whistles are flying, I don't know if it's to disapprove of this disloyal move or to congratulate Beckie in this fight without rules. I rush over and lean forward, trying to grab both ankles of our powerful opponent......
17:29 <patricia> Patricia :I recklessly approach my face to Beckie:AAAAA! the cheater! AAAA! She sticks her fingers in my eyes, I roll on the ring mat, completely blind, I try to open my eyes, they cry loudly, I only see the strong light of the spotlights illuminating the ring, I continue to roll on myself, trying to reach a corner so I can get up........
17:30 <patricia> Nathan gingerbread :Kick her back door in sylvie
17:30 <patricia> Busty Beckie Keegan :My fingers jab into your eyes and you scream out in agony, and you let go of me, falling off my back and down onto the canvas, rolling away, squealing in pain. I flop down onto the canvas on my back, puffing and gasping for air, my big tits heaving up and down, my belly pumping in and out and then I see… Sylvie bearing down on me… She starts to bend down to grab my ankles and I can hear one of her fans yelling… “Kick her back door in Sylvie”… I don’t think so mister, I think I’ll kick this bitch’s front door down! I pull my legs up and back and thrust the soles of both my boots out towards Sylvie’s crotch, aiming to stop the French bitch dead in her tracks… I roll to my side and up to my feet, puffing and gasping for air, sweating heavily, but also furious and angry, ready to give these French bitches the beating they deserve… I reach out and grab hold of Sylvie and start to swing big right arm punches at the bitch, leaning my hefty, 180lbs body into the blows…
17:30 <patricia> Sylvie : bend down to grab Beckie's boots, but the audience warns you, what a shame! Lord Darcy should intervene to penalize you! The sole of your boot crashes into the tender flesh of my lower abdomen, a violent pain radiates throughout my stomach :AAAAARRRR! Slut! whore! I'm bent in half, my hands in a shell on my lower abdomen, I tap my foot on the ring mat, huch!I fall to my knees because you pound my back with your fists.........
17:30 <patricia> Patricia : I roll to a corner, I grab the ropes and get up, I blink, I start to see clearly, I hear Sylvie moaning, I see a big mass of fat and flesh trying to turn Sylvie into a mash, I wipe my eyes and approach, ready to fight with Beckie.....
17:31 <patricia> Suki Sweet wife of Dei :get the whale Patricia,you must break her
17:31 <patricia> Busty Beckie Keegan My kick in the crotch knocks the stuffing out of Sylvie and she doubles over, leaving me time to get to my feet and lay into her with some brutal punches, sending the French bitch down to the canvas. As I lay into her, pounding on her with blows, I hear the crowd getting excited. At first, I think it is because I am beating on Sylvie but then I hear Patricia’s fans yelling for her to “Get the whale Patricia” and I realize that Patricia is back on her feet. Turning from the downed Sylvie I immediately see Patricia bearing down on me… “So, you want the same treatment as your bitch sister huh?” I snarl and fire a brutal punch at Patricia’s jaw…
17:32 <patricia> Zack Davis : The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon 
17:32 <patricia> Sylvie : My rib cage is pounded by Beckie, she cuts me off breathing, mouth wide open I try to catch my breath. The clamor of the crowd encourages the two friendly French women cheers me up and indicates that the doorman who snubbed me did his job badly, the Darcys probably asked him to enter only the friends of this big cow Beckie. Then the blows stop and I feel that the ring mat vibrates, it's the big Beckie who rushes at Patricia. I get on all fours, my big naked breasts dangling, panting, under the quolibet of Mary and her hyenas........
17:32 <patricia> Patricia : Beckie rushes at me, does she remember my fight against the heavyweight Victoria Star in boxing? I raise my forearm to protect my face, but with her great strength, Beckie manages to shake my head, however I am not knocked out, grimacing, I follow up with a direct left fist in the direction of my opponent's stomach, then I throw my right fist towards Beckie's ribs
17:32 <patricia> Suki Sweet wife of Dei :in the belly dummy can't hurt your hands there
17:32 <patricia> Busty Beckie Keegan : As you come in towards me, I fire my right into your jaw, rocking you back on your heels, but to my surprise you don’t go down, but instead rock back and launch your own attack. Ugg… Uggg… Uggg… I grunt repeatedly as you go low, firing shot after shot into my thick belly… My belly shakes and wobbles and my big tits bounce with each blow as I ride your body attack. You’re a lot lighter than me and your punches don’t have the heft behind that mine do. You pause for a moment and now it’s my turn to fire back at you… a big right forearm smash at your jaw, leaning my full 180lbs into the blow…
17:33 <patricia> Sylvie : The fatigue of my catfight fight and the stretches and low blows I suffered have left marks on my body, the pain in my lower abdomen, reactivated by Beckie's boot is still as intense, my back muscles, stretched by Mary, hammered by Beckie also make me suffer terribly, I stay in the middle of the ring, Panting, moaning, I turn my face distorted by pain towards Mary, she laughs out loud, whispering something in Lord Darcy's ear, sweat runs down my temples, I grunt, but I have to wait a few more seconds before trying to get up.......
17:33 <patricia> Patricia : My fists sink into Beckie's fat belly, I jump on the spot like a wasp, the audience makes a hell of a racket, I go to continue my boxing demonstration when I am stopped by Beckie's riposte. I am sent to the ground, lying on my back I rub my swollen lips, I put my hands on the ring mat, let out a loud cry and try to get up........
17:33 <patricia> Busty Beckie Keegan : My forearm smash works a treat, 180lbs of Busty Beckie behind the blow and Patricia goes crashing down hard to the canvas on her back. She’s clearly dazed and stunned, by the blow, but she’s also gutsy and starts to try and get up. I take a deep breath and decide… I am going to help her get up… I reach down and grab her hair, brutally yanking on it to pull her upwards, while I drop down myself. One hand between her legs, the other clasping her neck, and now I show my power, letting out a loud grunt… URRRRRGGGG… I hoist the little French bitch up over my head… Looking at your fans in the crowd I smirk… “What should I do with this little slut!!???” I gloating call out… Not waiting for a reply I turn and take a couple of steps towards Sylvie, where she is laying on the canvas… “Maybe I’ll let her get help from her sister… the other French slut!...” And I throw you off into the air, aiming you to fall down on top of Sylvie….
17:33 <patricia> Sylvie : Mary turns her head, this slut smiles at me and gives me a little hello with her right hand. The clamor of the public redoubled. I get on all fours, my back still hurts, I feel the vibrations of the ring, as if an elephant was jogging, Ucch!I am crushed by Patricia's body, my loins broken by the impact of my sister's fall, I wiggle on the ground, trying to get back on my hands and knees.......
17:34 <patricia> Patricia : This fat whore grabs me by the hair, lifts me in the air with one hand on my throat, the other between my legs: aaar aaar, biiitch! I shake my legs, I shake my arms. Uch! I'm thrown on top of Sylvie, my big breasts crash on the ring carpet, flat as pancakes: aaaoooo!I'm flat on my stomach, straddling Sylvie's back who tries to get up.........
17:34 <patricia> Busty Beckie Keegan I throw Patricia into the air and gloatingly smile as she crashes down on top of her sister Sylvie. Someone in the crowd yells “2 for 1” and I nod my head in agreement. I turn and run towards the ropes, spinning around and bouncing off the ropes on my back. Running back towards the 2 French sisters laying in a heap, one on top of the other, on the canvas I have a vicious smile on my face. As I approach them, I jump into the air yelling… “BECKIE BOMB!!!”… As I fly through the air aiming to land on top of them, I wonder how much sisterly love there will be, will they take this brutal splash together or will sisterly love break down and one will save themself and sacrifice the other sister, leaving her to get squashed into oblivion???...
17:34 <patricia> Sylvie : I manage to get back on all fours, lifting my sister is lying on my back, the screams of the crowd redouble, I don't hear Beckie's big feet running up to me: aaaaah!, I'm pinned to the ground crushed by the weight of my sister who has gained weight and especially by Beckie, I can't breathe anymore, I let out hoarse cries :aaa !ooo !
17:34 <patricia> Patricia : My sister gets on all fours, lying on her back I wiggle, try to roll on my side, but I don't have time, Beckie dives on top of me and crushes me, stuck between Sylvie and Beckie I shake arm and leg, in vain, despite all the oil we put on our skins, I'm stuck, Beckie's big ruminant breath reaches my ears, my stomach is crushed, I moan and insult Beckie: aaaar, fat whore........
17:35 <patricia> Busty Beckie Keegan : My Beckie Bomb lands on top of the two French sluts, squashing them mercilessly under me. They are wriggling and moaning under me, even trying a little defiance, calling me a “Fat whore”. I just snort a derisive laugh and roll off of the pair of them. They don’t seem to have much left, and I intend to knock what little they do have left out of them. It’ll be difficult but I stand up and grab Patricia’s hair, brutally pulling her to her feet. I drop down, one arm between her legs, the other arm pulling her limp body over my shoulders. I take a deep breath and then drop down again, grabbing Sylvie’s hair and yanking her to her feet. I pause for a moment to take a breath and again drop down, one arm between her legs, the other arm, dragging her on top of Patricia across my shoulders. A deep breath and I stand up with both of them on my shoulders… I look at the crowd and smirk, then I start to walk towards the corner, not easy with the two of them on my shoulders but I stagger to the corner. And start to climb the turnbuckle ropes. Only up to the middle rope, there’s a lot of weight on my shoulders, but that is far enough. I intend to fall backwards and drop the pair of them in a Samoan drop and finish them off…
17:35 <patricia> Sylvie : I can breathe a little when Beckie gets up, she straddles Patricia on her shoulders, I stay on the ground bars and legs apart, filling my lungs, then Beckie grabs me by the hair, she straddles me, she has Herculean strength, she climbs on the middle rope and drops into a Samoan drop :Uch! I'm crushed to the ground half unconscious
17:35 <patricia> Patricia :Beckie grabs me by the hair and straddles me on her shoulders, then she does the same with Sylvie. The crowd screams very loudly. I fidgeting in all directions :nooooo! crushed to the ground, I lose consciousness ………
17:35 <patricia> While Busty Beckie Keegan is in the Darcys' office, a glass of champagne in one hand, a large sum of money in the other hand, I run away with my sister, we owe a large sum of money to the Darcy, our clothes in hand, it's in the street that we get dressed, our old car starts…….with a big black cloud coming out of the exhaust pipe
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