It Ain't Over 'Til It's Over !

Diane strode confidently back to her corner to allow Jeff to raise her arm in victory and to acknowledge the smattering of lukewarm applause. Debbi hauled herself to her feet looking like the creature from the black lagoon, festooned as she was with her comprehensive coating of mud and slime. "Scissors" she hissed at Carol. Her assistant slipped her sharpest dressmaking scissors into Debbi's hand. Debbi had been practicing her moves over and over in her mind ever since she learned that Diane would be choosing the costumes for the fight. She knew she had to be quick, since the element of surprise would not last long.

Fortunately, she was now prepared for the slipperiness of the ring underfoot and was able to swiftly make her way back across the ring. Diane was still distracted and did not see her coming. Just as she had envisaged in her mental rehearsal of the scene, Debbi pulled out the back of Diane's substantial bra and deftly sliced through with the scissors in one go. Diane felt her breasts sag but before she could compute what was happening, Debbi had taken a firm grasp on the cycling shorts and with one mighty tug had pulled them down to Diane's knees ! The audience began to hoot and holler in delight. It seemed as if the fight was going to go on a bit longer ! Diane's exposed white flesh glowed like a beacon in contrast to where the rest of her body had been covered with mud. The spandex shorts had been a substantial defence but now, bunched around her knees, their elasticity was an obstacle for Diane. Instinctively she reached down to pull them up but they were too tight and all she succeeded in doing was to shrug off the remnants of the bra, which Debbi quickly grabbed and threw to one side.

Still disorientated by this sudden turn of events and still hobbled by the shorts around her knees, it only took one good shove for Debbi to push Diane onto her back in the mud. As Diane floundered, Debbi set to work slashing away at the cycling shorts with her scissors and in no time at all, they were also flying out of the ring. "Scissors Deb" called Carol who had come over to that side of the ring to retrieve her favourite dressmaking tool before it became lost in the mud. Debbi handed them over before launching herself on top of Diane. The surprise attack had been a complete success and the two women were now grappling and rolling about in the mud, oblivious to anyone else around them. The pent up resentment built up over months now had its release. "Fucking bitch", "You cow", "I'll fucking destroy you", "Just you try". "Ummph", "Ow, my hair", "Grrr", "You pinched me !"

"You're the referee. Aren't you going to stop them ?" the M.D. demanded of Jeff. "Debbi stop it" Jeff cried ineffectually. "The fight's over. You lost" he added. "It's over when I say it is" Debbi snarled back. "Fucking, fucking bitch !"

"I think you're going to have to separate them" said the M.D. "But they're naked" Jeff protested. "So we noticed, get in there and put a stop to it before they hurt one another."

Jeff timidly set foot over the boundary into the ring. "Now that's enough ladies, you're making a spectacle of yourselves." His plea fell on deaf ears and the catfight continued. Realising he was going to have to get hands on, despite the lack of clothing on either of the combatants, Jeff reached in to try and grab Debbi's shoulders and pull them apart. But at that precise moment, the fighting pair began to roll around together, taking Jeff off at the knees and causing him to tumble down on top of them. He was immediately coated in thick mud and slime. "Debbi stop it" he called, now much more frantically and reaching in to try and pull the pair apart. "Get off my tits !" "Sorry, sorry but come on ladies, this has gone far enough."

Jeff finally managed to get a grip on Debbi's shoulders and pull her off of Diane. They stood up and Diane attempted to follow suit before slipping back down on her ass. A second attempt to rise was more successful. It was only then that the trio came to their senses and took in the raucous scenes in the audience who had been thoroughly entertained and were going wild. "Deb-bi, Deb-bi, Deb-bi" was the chant.

Eamon had taken over the mic again. "A big round of applause for our two contestants and our gallant referee" he called. The crowd all cheered heartily. "As you may recall, the forfeit for the loser was to be hosed down in the car park while the winner showered in the executive bathroom" Eamon continued. "However, I think that Jeff is going to be in need of the executive bathroom and it rather looks to me as if we have two losers, so I propose that both Debbi and Diane be hosed down outside in the car park !" This was a suggestion that seemed to be met with almost universal approval !