Sport Rivalry

"Yeah, come on! Come on!" Betty says as she and her fellow Sox fans watch the tv from the bar at Second Chance. A low rent bar owned by Lisa Mcvan where wrestlers can come and cool off and maybe get a rematch with their fellow competitor they wouldn't get in the arena with the giant ring by the back wall.

"Oh!" Betty and everyone else moans.

"That wasn't an out!" Betty slams her hands on the bar, "That wasn't an out! The catcher clearly didn't hit him. Is the referee blind or something?"

"I don't about the referee but I can tell you the fans of this stupid sport are. For not seeing how boring this sport is. You fucking wankers."

Betty turns around and sees:

Sally "Maniac" Medson

Bad girl

42 years old

Fit, athletic body

6'1"

D cup titties

Straight black hair and brown eyes

Ring attire is black tights and a black sports bra, and one goalkeepers' glove on her left hand

Sally is tall, fit and strong and despite being in her early forties could pass as a thirty year old. Until last year she was a star goalkeeper in the local women's soccer league, where she had a reputation for being an uncompromising competitor who would do almost anything to win- including cheating and physical ****. Despite missing numerous games through suspension, she was so talented that her team overlooked the constant indiscretions.

She was also famous for her voracious sexual appetite. She would frequently pick several fans from the crowd after each match, both male and female, for long nights of orgiastic sex where she would use them roughly and selfishly.

Finally her twenty year career of **** and lechery came to an end when the manager of her team suggested she was getting old and that it was time to start training a replacement for when she retired, and that they'd recruited a younger girl to be groomed for the position. But Sally had no intention of ever retiring and reacted to this suggestion very badly. As rumor has it she grabbed the poor girl after training, stripped her naked, shaved her pussy and head, tied her spreadeagle in the goal and pelted her with the soccer ball for hours until she got tired- then wandered off leaving the replacement hanging there overnight in the rain. The next morning she was sacked and no other team would recruit her because of her age and bad reputation.

Hearing of this, Tanya McVan approached Sally. The league could use a strong competitor who loved fucking and fighting. These stuck-up little teenies who were flooding into the league, primping and preening everywhere, needed to be taught a lesson by a genuine fighter. Sally agreed, and joined the next day.

She has no signature moves, but loves getting in close where she can grapple, punch and sometimes bite her opponent. From her goalkeeping experience she has developed the ability to anticipate what an opponent will do from their stance and body language, almost like mind reading. Her major weakness is tending to fly off the handle if someone mentions her age.

Sally is sitting at one of the tables drinking a beer wearing green, tight soccer pants and a tight blue and yellow Leeds United shirt.

"What did you say?" Betty asks as she gets up, swatting one of the friend's hands who try to pull her back.

"You heard me." Sally smiles, "I said your sport is bloody BORING!"

"Yeah, what do you know about it?" Betty says as she stands in front of Sally.

Sally slides her chair back and gets in Betty's face, "I know that you blokes spend all day for some posh loser to throw the fucking ball with a thin piece of wood and then complain when your bloke can't hit it. Least with my sport, you know what you yanks call Soccer, which it's really football which makes more fucking sense then your use for it, it's all about action. No waiting. No hesitating, just going after the fucking ball." Sally puts her finger on Betty's forehead, "And shooting the ball into the fucking net."

Betty swipes Sally's finger off her, "Baseball is a thinking man's game."

Sally scoffs, "Really?"

"It's all about planning how you are going to swing, how's the pitcher is going to throw the ball. Will it be a fast ball or a slow one. That's what is going through the batter's head while the pitcher is thinking am I going to let this asshole get a home run on me and cost my team the game. It's called tension something that is probably lost on you as you kick the ball around from one side of the field to the other."

Sally gets closer, "Oh I'll show you my kicking skills with my foot to your head."

Betty moves closer, "Bring it on. I can swing as good as pitch."

"Fine let's settle this right now, right here."

"I'll meet you in the ring. There we settle this which is better baseball or soccer."

"Good and after I beat your ass I can show why you fucking colonists shouldn't left good old Mother England as I make you scream that my sport is better then yours."

"You are so on." Betty growls.