Beauties VS Beasts

Sylvie: I enter the Women's Bareknuckle Boxing Club (WBBC) where the fight is going to take place, accompanied by my sister Patricia. We are elegantly dressed, both wearing white ankle boots, small handbags, white crop tops, miniskirt for Patricia, and denim mini shorts for me. We don’t like my opponent, Olivia, very much; she has already fought against us. But we come from very different social backgrounds. We are drowning in debt and need the prize money to fix our old car. Additionally, to satisfy our feminine desires, we often fight over the same men as that big English cow.

Sylvie: I am 1.65 m (5-foot 5 inch) tall; 68 kg (141 pounds), 58 years old. I am shorter and lighter than Olivia, who is 1.76 m and weighs 76 kg. She is only one year older than me; she is 59. I take off my boots and mini shorts, I am topless, wearing only a small pair of panties and a little accessory: a chain connecting my two nipple piercings. Patricia massages my shoulders, then I head towards the ring under the whistling of the men. Although a bit older, Patricia acts as a cheerleader, she spreads the ropes to let me climb onto the ring…

Olivia_Hepworth: I watch as those French sluts make their way to the ring, the men in the crowd are going wild for them. I sneer angrily, I loathe this pair of fighting sisters, in their skimpy clothes and wiggling their asses to attract the men, they are just a couple of… Barbie Dolls! Well, they would have been Barbie Doll’s 40 years ago, more like Barbie Grannies now, which makes their popularity with the males even more irritating to me. I smile a wicked grin as I see Sylvie getting into the ring, showing off her trim, svelte, physique, she’s the bigger one of the sisters, but at 141lbs she’s still at the lower end of the new middleweight division. I have got height, I’m 5’9” and she’s 5’5”, and weight, I’m 168lbs and she’s 141lbs, on her.

Olivia_Hepworth: After Lady Penelope re-defined the weight divisions in WBBC I dropped out of the heavyweight division into the middleweight division, albeit by only 1lb! Still, rules are rules, and Sylvie and I are now in the same weight class, and I intend to beat the crap out of this French slut. I am gonna show her fans what a high-class English fighting woman can do in the ring against a French tart. I strut out towards the ring dressed in my bikini, yellow top and high waist, light blue, bottom. My large breasts bounce in my top while my high waist bottom hides my pot belly and thick ass. I hold my head high, with my nose up in the air, ignoring the taunts of the crowd.

Olivia_Hepworth: Cries of “Grandma” and “Moo-Moo” ring out from the fans of these French slags as I climb onto the ring apron and then through the ropes into the ring. Before moving to my corner, I stand and glare at my opponent with a sneer of contempt on my face. Once in my corner I lean back against the turnbuckles, my arms on the top ropes, my ankles crossed, confident I that can give this French slut the ass whupping that she deserves.

Sylvie: We face each other, each in our corner, leaning against the ropes, arms on the ropes, ankles crossed, waiting for the bell. I look at Olivia with a mean expression; I still remember an evening when she managed to seduce a man I desired. Patricia is at the foot of the ring, behind Olivia, trying to distract her. She keeps saying things to her that I dare not repeat here.

Olivia_Hepworth: As we both wait in our corners you meet my sneering glare with one of your own, while your annoying little sister, Patricia, starts hurling abuse at me from outside the ring. I look around at her and raise my middle finger to her, "Fuck off you little French whore!" I snarl at her, "I am gonna make your sister pay fpr those words of yours!". Then I turn my attention back to glaring at you across the ring.

Lady_Penelope: I can hear that the verbal abuse between the two fighters, and Patricia outside the ring, is becoming heated. I know these women don't like each other and I'm expecting this to be a vicious, brutal, fight... one of the reasons I booked it. I quickly climb into the ring to address the crowd and fighters.

Lady_Penelope: "Okay darlings... you all know that tonight’s fight is in the... Middleweight Division... between... from France, weighing in at 141lbs... SYLVIE!!!... (I point at Sylvie and the crowd cheers)... and, from England, weighing in at 168lbs... OLIVIA!!!... (I point over at Olivia and there is a mix of cheers and boo's)... Okay, fighters, both of you come to the middle of the ring... (I wait for the two women to come to the middle)... I hope you both know the rules, I published them in the club for everyone to see, and I intend to referee this match and apply them!..." I look at both women and assume they are following what I am saying. "This is a... FIGHT TO THE FINISH... No Rounds and it's only over when... one of you is unable to beat a 10-count to stand up after being knocked down... I hope that is clear enough, even for you two??..." I wait until they both nod then continue. "Okay fighters... take up your stance and get ready to fight..."

Olivia_Hepworth: I swagger out to the middle of the ring and stand there with my hands on my hips, glaring down at my shorter opponent, my nose twitching as though I am smelling something bad. When Penelope finishes her instructions, I take a step backwards and raise my fists in a southpaw (left-handed) stance, my right fists and leg forward, my left fist up guarding my chin and I crouch slightly, watching you carefully over top of my raised fists.

Sylvie: Penelope calls us, I approach the center of the ring, hopping like a wasp ready to sting, right, left, my two fists in front of my face, I simulate a few punches towards Olivia's big nose. My bare breasts sway...

Lady_Penelope: I watch the two fighters, Olivia taking a steady stance, Sylvie bouncing on her feet. I raise my arm and yell... "Ring the bell... FIGHT!!"... DING!... DING!!... DING!!!...

Sylvie: Olivia has her fists in front of her face, I attack first, trying to surprise Olivia, I fake a punch to her chin with my right fist, but I hit her stomach with my left fist. My left fist sinks into Olivia's abdominals, Patricia screams with joy, I chain two hooks, right then left.

Olivia_Hepworth: The bell rings and the little French bitch attacks at speed, a right up towards my chin, I raise my guard to protect my head... but she is so quick... Uggg... I grunt as her left thumps into my pot belly and my flesh ripples... I take a step to my right, and her wild right hook misses me... I step back in and she has already reloaded, a left hook smacks into the side of my head... Ufff... I grunt and my head shales, my bobbed silver blonde hair wobbling... I regain my balance and fire back... a straight right jab at your head... What??... She is really fast; she ducks and dodges the jab... I step forward again, using my height and stride to step in above you and again... a straight right jab... You can run sweetie, but you can't run forever, got you, smack in the face... your head rocks back and as it straightens back up, I unleash my big left hook, my thick body, tits, belly and ass, swaying wildly with the blow... NOOOO... My hook misses and the momentum behind my punch carries me past the bitch, leaving me wide open for a counterattack...

Sylvie: I'm stunned, but I leap back, avoiding your last punch, then I pounce on you, with two hooks at your big breasts, that are a prime target for me. Patricia hits the ring mat: Again! again! I throw my right fist towards your stomach.

Olivia_Hepworth: The momentum of my big left hook carried me stumbling to my side and as I straightened back up you showed your mean streak as went for my big breasts... Arrrgh!!... I squeal in agony as you launch a right hook into my left boob, squashing it in my top... Arrrrgh!!... I squeal again as your left hook squashes my big right boob... your sister is beside herself with joy, squealing and banging on the ring apron... I wrap my arms around my boobs for protection and take a step backwards... just as your right fist swishes past my flabby belly... I am already gasping and puffing, red faced, both from the belly and boob shots, but also with anger... this French bitch is all over me with her speed, toying with me, almost taunting me... I take a quick breath and regain my composure, raising my guard... again I try my standard attack, coming forward... right jab... right jab... Got ya!... Both my jabs land flush and you are looking a little surprised, now it's my turn to try the big left hook again... leaning into it... Grrrr... I let out a growl of anger as again my big punch misses and leaves me open...

Sylvie: Your big breasts are struggling to stay in the cups of your top, and you risk ending up topless. You back away, I chase you, but... Two jabs stop me, my cheeks bear the marks of your blows, my gray hair is now all dishevelled, I dodge your last blow by taking a step back, but I attack again, with an uppercut to your lower abdomen, landing between the top of your legs. You wince with pain, I smile and send two more hooks into your big chest, Patricia hits the ring mat again, she explodes with joy at the sight of my low blow.

Olivia_Hepworth: Again, you're just too fast for me, as I start to straighten up from the missed left hook you dart in and... URRRGH!!... I let out a loud grunt as you swing an uppercut into my pussy, my cheeks blow out, my eyes bulge and my hands go down to cover my pussy as I double forward... what the hell is Penelope playing at, that was a low blow!, what is she doing?, she's distracted by Patricia... I go to call Penelope's attention but you're on me before I can even utter a word... UFFF... another boob shot... UFFFF... another boob shot... I stumble backwards, wobbling on my legs, gasping, puffing... "You cheating little French BITCH!!" I scream angrily and losing all composure I swing a wild right hook at your head... Nuh!!!... I gasp as you easily dodge out of the way of my hook... still furious I launch a wild left hook at your head... Maybe you were getting too cocky, but this time you can't get out of the way and the left hook smacks into your head, rocking it to the side... I get a sense of euphoria that at last, I have been able to rock you with a big punch... I have taken a beating so far, now I want to pay you back... pivoting my body to a big right uppercut at your chin... my whole, fleshy, body, swaying behind the punch... Nuuuuughhhh!!!... I groan with annoyance as you move you head out of the way, and the punch just swishes through the air past your head...

Sylvie: You're in a bad position, you're in pain, I easily avoid your first blow, but you regain your strength, your left hook shakes my head again, you try to finish me by aiming at my chin, hoping for a quick knockout, I make a new leap backwards, your fist brushes against my nose, without touching it. Your stomach is defenceless, I try two punches, right and then left, aimed at your stomach. Maybe I could close your left eye, you are in trouble, I throw my right fist...

Olivia_Hepworth: I am in big trouble, this bitch is so fast, I have barely been able to land a fist on her, she dodges and weaves out of the way and then darts in, peppering my body with brutal blows... my belly is already covered in welts, my boobs bruised and I am now puffing and gasping for air, covered in sweat... Again, I straighten up from my missed punch and pull my guard up around my head to protect it... UFFFFF... again you go for my battered belly, brutally digging your fist into the flesh... my legs are shaking, but I keep my stance and guard... URRRGGGHH!!... another belly shot, this time the pain is so great that I drop my guard and clasp my arms around my belly... leaving my head open and... ARRRGHH!!... your right fist smacks into my left eye socket, sending my heading snapping violently to the side... As my head comes back up from the impact, my left eye is beginning to darken and bruise, I can feel it starting to swell... my legs are shaking, I am in big, big, trouble, this French bitch is all over me... I need to slow things down... I lunge at you; my arms spread out in an effort to grab you around your shoulders and clinch onto you... OH MY GOD!!... You dodge out of the way of my attempted clinch, and I am wide open again...

Sylvie: Patricia continues to distract Peneloppe, the audience bawls, shouts, you try to hold on to me, but I manage to get out of the way because you're tired and too slow, I've stepped back, it's a perfect opportunity for me I discreetly try a new low blow.

Lady_Penelope: Patricia is going hysterical at ringside, but I am not distracted by her antics, and I see Sylvie going for a low blow... "Stop!... Break!" I squeal. I force my way between the fighters... "I saw that Sylvie!... First warning to Sylvie!" I look at the two fighters, "Keep it clean ladies!" I admonish... "FIGHT ON!!"

Sylvie: Damn, that fat cow saw me! I should let Olivia recover a little, but I'm a cheater, I follow up with two new blows in Olivia's stomach.

Anastasia_the_brawler: GO SYLVIEE!!

Olivia_Hepworth: This time Penny saw you, you cheating bitch! But even though she gave you a warning you immediately fired back at me, a wild swing at my belly, no timing and you just miss completely, but before I can escape you land another hook into my belly... UGGGG... my upper body drops forward and I stumble backwards towards the ropes, my back hitting the ropes, I lean back into them to keep myself upright and... turtle up... dropping my head down, my fists and forearms in front on my face and boobs, my elbows protecting my belly and try to survive and get some recovery time on the ropes...

Sylvie: You step back towards the ropes, Penelope looks at me with nasty eyes, impossible to hit you in the face or in the stomach, you seem to be starting to weaken, I must finish it as soon as possible, I try two hooks, right, left, in the low ribs. Your arms moved, I'm trying again to get you topless.

Olivia_Hepworth: I lean back into the ropes, turtled up... ufff... I grunt as your first hook at my ribs smacks into my arms and doesn't do any damage... but it moved my arms enough, because the second hook into my right ribs is a bone breaker... ARRRRGHH!!... I scream in pain from the blow, my arms dropping to wrap around my ribs from the pain... leaving my upper body open... your eyes light up and again you go for my boobs, but maybe too enthusiastically... your punch swishing through the air and not connecting... I am in trouble; my legs are barely keeping me upright... I need more time to recover... again I throw my arms out and lunge forward at you, trying to wrap your shoulders and clinch onto you... My mouth drops open in a mix of horror and shock as again I can't grab onto you...

Anastasia_the_brawler: COME ON SYLVIE FINISH HER!!!

Sylvie: You try to hold on to me again, but you're still as slow because of all the bad blows you've received, I step back, escaping your grip, you can't escape me, I attack you again, aiming at your big chubby belly: right! left! You show resistance, you still manage to block my last blow, I try a third blow in your stomach. Patricia is stomping her feet, mocking Olivia loudly.

Olivia_Hepworth: I am desperate, I fail to clinch onto you and immediately try to run away, but you immediately follow me, I hold my fists up around my head for protection... URRRGHH!!... I grunt loudly as you smash you fist into my badly bruised belly, my legs are shaking and wobbling, I try to move to my left and your next swing at my body misses... but you're not quitting, another brutal body shot... URRRRRRGHHHHH!!!... a long, painful, grunt as your fist digs deep into my belly and... my legs give way, collapsing underneath me, my arms drop down from guarding my head and wrap around my belly as I collapse down onto the canvas in a sitting position on my fat ass...

Lady_Penelope: As Olivia goes down onto the canvas I move in... "BREAK!!... Back off Sylvie she's down!..." I push Sylvie away...

patricia: Booooooo!

Lady_Penelope: I look down at Olivia and start to count... 1... 2... 3...

Olivia_Hepworth: I am in utter agony clutching my arms around my belly, my face contorted in pain, some tears running from my eyes... I can hear the count, but I need time to recover...

Lady_Penelope: "Are you going to get up Olivia?" I ask as she looks like she is beaten... 4... 5... 6....

Olivia_Hepworth: I can hear Penelope asking me if I am going to get up... I plant my hands on the canvas and start to push myself to get up... I can hear that bitch Patricia booing and someone in the crowd yelling for Sylvie... I am not going to give up, I know my situation seems hopeless, but I am not going to quit and give those French bitches the satisfaction that they made me give up to them... I take a deep breath, get to my feet, and am ready to fight on...

Lady_Penelope: I see Olivia get up and check she can fight on, she doesn't look that great, but I don't really care... I yell... "FIGHT ON!!"...

Anastasia_the_brawler: FINISH HER SYLVIE!!!!!!! YOU CAN DO IT

Sylvie: Fair play is not my main quality, I suspect Lady Penelope of favouring Olivia, I rush at poor Olivia, taking revenge on her defenceless breasts, trying to expose them: right, left, right

Olivia_Hepworth: Urrr... urr... I gasp and puff as I try to dodge and weave... the vicious bitch goes for my boobs again, she misses... I am getting away... ARRRGHH!!... but not far enough away, she smacks me in my right tit, I weave desperately... she misses the follow up shot at my left tit... I am out on my feet, done for, exhausted... I don't know if I can stay on my feet... once again I lunge forward and go for a clinch... but my head drops in despair as again you dodge out of the way...

Sylvie: You try to grab me again, but I have weakened you enough, I easily break free. I try to finish you: right hook, left hook in your belly, then I try the ko aimed at your face. My body is covered in sweat, I am exhausted, but I have to hold on a little longer.....

Olivia_Hepworth: I am pretty well out cold on my feet but you are determined to batter me into oblivion, a brutal right hook into my belly and my legs are done, they are buckling, but you are relentless... URRGGG... a loud, pained grunt as a left hook lands in my belly, my legs can't hold me, it is just the force of your blows that stops me from falling down... ARRRRGHH!!... I scream in pain as your third hook, aimed into my face, sends me reeling backwards down onto the canvas, my arms and legs spreadeagled, staring up at the ceiling lights... moaning and groaning...

Lady_Penelope: "Okay... BREAK!!... Back away Sylvie..." I push Sylvie back and look down at Olivia, she looks done to me, but I start to count... 1... 2... 3...

Olivia_Hepworth: Laying flat on my back, tits and belly up, staring at the ceiling lights I can hear Penelope counting, but I am not able to get up...

Lady_Penelope: I continue the count... 4... 5... 6...

Olivia_Hepworth: I can hear Penelope getting to 6 and I start to make an effort try and get up... but only just lifting my head off the canvas...

Lady_Penelope: I don't think she can make it back to her feet... 7... 8... 9...

Olivia_Hepworth: I make a desperate effort to get up... the count has reached 9... As I push up off the canvas my legs are like jelly, wobbling, shaking and totally unable to support me, halfway up I collapse face, tits and belly down on the canvas, my arms and legs spreadeagled, totally beaten... out cold...

Lady_Penelope: As Olivia tries to get up I finish the count... 9... 10... she collapses down onto the canvas... OUT!!!!... I turn around and grab hold of Sylvie’s right wrist and lift her arm up into the air... "THE WINNER... BY KNOCKOUT... SYLVIE!!!!..."

Sylvie: Patricia loudly cheers me on: 'Finish her! Finish her!' I hesitate to continue the fight; Olivia is really dazed. At the count of nine, she tries to get up again, in vain. Fortunately, Lady Penelope intervenes after the count of ten. I raise my arms to the sky, exhausted.

patricia: I climb into the ring, I don't have my little sister's sportsmanship, hands on my hips, I mock Olivia: so? feeling less cocky now!

Olivia_Hepworth: Down on the canvas I can hear Patricia taunting me, I lift my head... "Fuck off bitch!" I defiantly gasp at her...

Lady_Penelope: I move in quickly to stop any trouble between Patricia and Olivia. Standing between Patricia and Olivia I grab Patricia's arm and raise it and again grab Sylvie's arm and raise it... "Let's here it for your... WBBC... LIGHTWEIGHT and MIDDLEWEIGHT CHAMPIONS!!..." I yell.

Sylvie: I am happy, the two sisters are champions, we go down into the crowd to enjoy our moment of glory

Lady_Penelope: As Sylvie and Patricia leave the ring, I go over to help Olivia get up off the canvas and to help her get back to the locker rooms.

Published: 2025-10-31, viewed 82 times.