Meslissa's still got plenty of fight left

by ThaCat005

Delisha grabbed one of the beers she dropped during the fight and cracked it open. Grabbing two hands full of Melissa's hair, she planted her face in her tits and again ran into the wall, this time leaning in with her full strength.

"Dis beer's ahn you, whahre." Delisha poured the beer into her breasts. "Drenk oehp, else... argh!"

Melissa brought a knee up right between Delisha's legs. Grabbing her by the neck and pussy, she lifted Delisha overhead in a military press.

"You're not chav-bashing anymore. You're fighting an elite athlete. Yeah, fighting." Melissa turned away from the wall and threw Delisha into the bed of a pickup truck. The truck was full of hay, so Delisha wasn't much hurt. Melissa scrambled up onto the bed herself, using the tire to climb. She used a flying elbow drop from the edge of the truck bed down to Delisha in it.

"Now, what to do with you..." Melissa stood over Delisha.

"Ye'll do noehthin!" Delisha grabbed Melissa's hair and pulled her down, then wrapped her legs around Melissa's neck and one arm in a triangle ****. With her free hand, she began delivering punches to the top of the head.

"OW! Getoff!" Melissa stood up. Delisha's grip was too tight to be lost, but Melissa now had an angle at which she could punch Delisha in the cunt. She did this twice, then began pulling down the zipper on Delisha's jean shorts.

"Quit dat!"

"Make me!"

Delisha was no technical wrestler, but she tried to adjust the leg **** so it was more effective.

Some of the people, who stopped to watch the action, were standing and watching.

"You figure we should break 'em up?"

"Nah". The man who owned the liquor store answered. "I've heard of this. It's that... y'know, that wrestling federation where all the gals sleep with each other what our wives don't approve of us knowing exists."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. So if I'm right we better not touch either of 'em. The owner will pay for damages, she always does."

"Well, I got an idea. Maybe we can't play too, but we can change the rules. Just like Fans Bring the Weapons Night at old ECW."

"What've you got in mind?"

"They're in the truck already, right? So lets drive 'em to the Happy Farmer. And someone get a camcorder."

The Happy Farmer was the local adult video/toystore located just outside the edge of town.

Melissa and Delisha were so busy beating the hell out of each other that they didn't notice the truck start moving. In fact, they didn't notice until the truck suddenly turned while they were standing up. They both fell out of the back and landed in a parking lot. The fall broke Delisha's triangle **** too.

Delisha was breathing heavily. "Yer right 'arder dan i dooehght, boeht I dink yer loehck joehst toehrned fahr de wahrse. Take a look."

She pulled Melissa up by the hair and marched her into the adult store.