The war of Christmas Dinner begins

Maxxine was beside herself at Scarlett's pratfall the lumps of mash still stuck to her face forgotten as she reached forward and grabbed another handful of jelly. Scarlett rose quickly however and grabbed the first thing to hand, a roast potato. This was hurled across the table and at Maxxine, causing her to flinch and her aim with the second handful of jelly to go wide and fly into the crowd. The audience roared their approval as the match bell rang and the furious food fight became an official match and both women started to bombard each other with whatever they could reach. Maxxine grabbed a bowl of pigs in blankets and started to chuck handfuls at Scarlett who's dress was soon streaked with grease from the tiny sausages but she **** back with more roast potatoes, some turnips and the rest of the first bowl of mashed potatoes.

Food flew back and forth as the women recreated the battle of the Somme in food form, with both being streaked with Christmas dinner in short order. It wasn't long before Maxxine realise that neither of them was going to win the match carrying on as they were and she grabbed a platter of roast veggies, dumped the food off and held it up with one hand before her like a shield as she grabbed the bowl of trifle with the other. Then she charged. Holding the platter aloft she successfully fended off a handful of Christmas cake that her been hucked at her and when she reached Bordeaux she **** the bowl bowl straight the brunette’s face.

Scarlett had been busy looking for something else to throw and managed to do nothing to defend herself as Maxxine attacked. The creamy custard mess splattered across her gorgeous face before dripping in large dollops down and across her cleavage. As soon as Maxxine released the bowl it dropped to the floor and Scarlett staggered away, trying to wipe custard from her face, her makeup now smeared with yellow as were her boobs and the front of her dress grew even darker as custard ran between her tits and soaked into the fabric of her dress.

In a **** retaliation, Scarlett pushed Maxxine full **** in the chest so that the blonde staggered backwards, her legs hitting the table and stumbled awkwardly, her legs giving out and she sat down on the table, her backside landing in the half full bowl of mash that Scarlett had been using so expertly as a weapon. Durpi grimaced as her tiny skirt rode up and her ass, covered only by a tiny pair of red panties was smothered in mash with a squelch. As she stood up Dupri reached back to feel the clumpy potatoes sticking to her bare thighs but Bordeaux pushed her back again and Maxxine landed arse back in the bowl of mash again. Scarlett then grabbed a bowl bread sauce off of the table and tipped it up over Dupri's head. The thick brown sauce dropped out of the bowl in one lump and splattered across Maxxine's head and Scarlett threw the bowl to the side before rubbing the lumpy mass into Maxxine's hair.

Maxxine screamed and grabbed for her hair now matted hair but Scarlett grabbed a handful of hair and used it to drag Maxxine off the table, turn her around and then throw her head down into the wood. Maxine bounced off with a loud bang and a cry of pain. Scarlett proceeded to drag Maxxine along the table with their backs to the pool of eggnog and banged her head repeatedly off of the wood as she walked along, every now and then grabbing something like a bowl of cranberry sauce and rubbing this into Maxxine's once golden locks.

When she reached the middle of the table Scarlett let of of Maxxine and let her slump face down on the table as she looked for something else to weaponise. What she saw was a big bowl of brussle sprouts. With a sneering smile Scarlett plucked a sprout from the bowl before grabbing Maxxine by the hair again and pulling her head up from the table. Maxxine gasped for air, her mouth wide open as she reached feebly for Scarlett's hand and tried to pry her fingers loose but Scarlett bent down low and dropped the sprout into Maxxine's mouth before forcing it closed and holding shut. Durpi's eyes went wide with horror as she started flailing, snatching at Scarlett's hand and trying to rip off her face.

Scarlett laughed as Maxxine went visibly green, gagging behind Bordeaux's hand as she tries to get the tiny gren boulder out of her mouth and when Scarlett let her go Maxxine dropped back onto the table and spat the remnants of the sprout back onto the table, still stuck to her by a long strand of drool. Bordeaux cackled to herself as she watched Dupri gagging and helpless on the table before she reached down and plucked another sprout from the bowl. Turning to face the nearest cameraman she popped the sprout in her mouth and chewed it with a smirk.

"I love brussle sprouts" she declared mockingly and the audience booed louder than ever.

"That's a statement that'll have you blacklisted by the AHW Multiverse forever." Said Madden

"Even I can't defend that one" replied King, grimacing.

Scarlett was so preoccupied with taunting the AHW fans that she completely ignored Maxxine who was now gritting her teeth in anger and looking for a weapon of her own, finding it in the form of a large silver serving fork. Turning around as Bordeaux still had her back turned, Maxxine chose her best target and jabbed the fork forward, straight into the soft meat of Scarlett's plump backside. Scarlett let out an ear piercing scream and literally jumped into the air, grabbing for her backside where the metal prongs had been jammed into her backside. The look of shock and pain on her face was captured perfectly and shown of across the screens of the arena and she danced away from Maxxine in her tip toes, looking around to face her opponent. Dupri however had wasted no time in looking for another weapon, seizing a massive turkey drumstick from the table and lashed out, using the meaty end like a club. There was a wet slap of greasy meat hitting Scarlett's face and Bordeaux staggered backwards, one hand to her face the other to her arse.

Durpi continued her turkey based ****, slapping Scarlett several more times around the head with her improvised cudgel until Bordeaux was stood off balance and on the very edge of the eggnog pool. Maxxine threw caution, and the match rules to the wind as she dropped the drumstick and charged Bordeaux, hitting an awful looking spear that none the less did it's job and both women went flying into the pool with a huge splash.