ST PADDY'S DAY 2012

Posted by simguy on 3/17/2012, 9:09 am

Jenny Mac, at the bar - right foot up on the footrail, bouncing in time with the music; bolting a shot of Jamesons...blonde bob; yellow sport top; emerald sport bikini bottoms; tan hiking boots with white socks turned down; hands wrapped Irish style.

Bridget in black halter top twist tied about her jugs; red/black plaid bikini bottoms; black hiking boots with white socks turned down; hands in wraps; black hair long, in loose ringlets.

Jenny O'Dell: mistress of the small-venue promotion...she's patted both backsides, said her words of encouragement to both women, now she's drifting into the crowd to soak up the cheers, and count her money.

Your audience: brokers, bankers, lawyers and admen side by side with high-end dealers, mobsters, grifters and hitters - their women, and all the people who travel between both worlds. They stand in a loose cluster around the fighters, leaving enough room to fight, but no extra.

"If I should fall from Grace with God..."

RD1: Bar-man rings a triangle; Jenny wipes her mouth, grins and turns to Bridgy Regs. Regan slaps her hands down on her second's hands and turns to face blonde threat.

Jenny: dukes up shoulder height, steppin'-to. Bridgy; right fist snug betwixt jug; left hand out front, hip high as she steps counterclockwise.

Up-jab from Bridgy; Jenny headbutts the fist, grinning at Regan's wince. Another Regan jab meets with hard blonde pate: Jenny dips in; whips the hook up and around from her hip; clips Bridgy across the chops; crowd roars as big woman stumbles back. Blonde steps in sweeping-righty across the chops...Regan's head jolting, jerking, eyes already startled. Crowd parting to let Regan backpedal until buns hit booth-table: she's gobsmacked, bringing dukes to chest...

Sweeping right, Jenny Mac...
Sweeping left...
Bridgy's staring face: tic-toc.
Jenny's left-hand fingertips touch Bridgy's hand...
Sweeping right, Jenny Mac...
Bridgy's creamy thighs give a shimmy: she's reaching to clinch.

Clinch: left cheeks touching; shoulders writhing; hands searching for position.

Jenny's left hand curls round Bridgy's right shoulder; Jenny's right hand starts doing business in Bridgy's belly, hard hand wraps singing out PIK! PIK! PIK!

Bridgy: "GUHH!" Plaid buns jumping up onto table as Regan's torso slumps forward, her face upturned, stricken.

Jenny: pumping. Right elbow out and in, out and in.

Crowd: ROARING!

Gasping Bridgy clinches round Jenny's elbows: blonde girl writhing in the grasp, brings right thigh up into plaid trunks, bunching brunette up hurrrt. Job of work for Jenny to yank arms free and start pitching: left/right/left/right/left/right - stout belly-meat pulverized by Mac's hard-taped fists.

Regan clinches again: sobs as another knee-lift presses her groin, loosening up the grip. Jenny's left shoulder bumps Regan's mouth; short right hand clips across the teeth; short right uppercut straightens Bridgy up; extra right hand clips her chin and DOWN GOES BRIDGY REGS!

CROWD: BAYING!

Regan on all fours, sputtering, destitute.

Jenny: smoothes hair behind her ears, then stands hands on hips, grinning, her shadow casting across Bridgy's sweat-clammy back.

Jenny: "One Bridgy...Two...Baby that's three...Four...lookin' beat baby FIVE..."

Bridget shaking her head; reaching right hand up to grasp booth-table edge...

Jenny: "SIX! Bridgy you can't want more of this - SEVEN! EIGHT!"

Bridget up: hair dangling down atop both breasts; a lock across her mouth.

Jenny's hands sort Bridget by her shoulders, stabilizing her, then:

Left hand on Bridget's right shoulder; right hand clipping across her mouth - Jenny getting her shoulder behind the shot, putting her back into it, right foot skipping up off hardwood floor on delivery.

Regan sleepy, lashes fluttering, cut in her mouth, buns sagging dreamily back onto table-edge...

Another right hand Jenny, then she shifts: right hand on brunette left shoulder, anchoring Bridgy for rising, batting left hands deep to breadbasket PIK! PIK! PAK! Mac's weight on her left leg, buns shuddering as she pops hips-right. Mac's right foot up on the toe of her boot as she's givin' Bridgy business.

Bridgy slouching forward, hurt: Jenny shifting to her left - back of her left hand pushing Bridgy's breasts in support for a short, drifting right hand in close. Jenny at work here, gettin' it done...

BELL!

Jenny stands with left fist gripping Regan's top knot, right fist clenched/cocked...she grins, taps drowsy Regan right-hand fingertips on bruised cheek, then struts to the bar doing the title-belt gesture at waist, shouting: "IT'S JUST THAT EASY!"

Waitresses mill through the crowd, refreshing drinks.

Jenny sloshes back Jamesons...Bridgy wrecked, bleary eyed - she stumbles to the bar for a bracing shot of Irish Whiskey, wincing.

Girls three feet apart - Bridgy to the right of Jenny.

Bell: RD2.

Jenny pushes up off the bar, turns to Bridgy who hasn't moved.

Blonde girl's left hand punches across mouth from Bridgy's left side, turning brunette head. Jenny's right hand splayed flat atop the horsey ride of Regan's buttocks as Mac's leaning into the shot.

Bridgy turns to her right, spellbound, stumbling away - her back to Jenny.

Jenny: smiling huge, walking-with Regan as crowd parts...as Bridgy's turning to find her blonde...Jenny's all waiting with right hand cocked, then PASTING Bridgy big across the chops to roars of approval.

Regan twists, stumbles away in confusion, her back to Jenny again. Blonde girl walking her brunette down, looking to finish. Regan staggering to booth-table, her hands flat on table-top as Jenny moves in from behind.

Blonde left hand at brunette lower back as Jenny crowds in off the Regan right flank, lifting in right hands thick n' muscular to straining breadbasket. Bridgy stooped over, grunting at the thump, then: her right elbow up sharply, taking Jenny on the chin.

Blonde girl startled, staggering back a step.

Brunette turns off the table, clouting a left across Jenny's mouth.

Playmate: staring.

Bridget squaring now, pitching righty across the chops; clouting lefty...Jenny facing in, taking tic-toc.

Groggy Jenny gets left arm up, blocks Bridget's right; Right hand Jenny Mac, takes Regan across the chops, buckling brunette knees.

Groggy fighters squaring up, hands at chest, each taking her turn.

Fists cross to pretty faces PIK! PAK! heads tic-tocking to and fro as buttocks wobble in protest.

AFter grim moments of gasping clout-and-catch, Regan's left hand secures the front of Jenny's top, tugging forward, partially revealing creamy mounds...right hand Bridgy Regs pastes across Jenny's mouth.

Top tug: right hand, Bridgy to Jenny...
Top tug: Right hand...
Jenny in swoon, lips parted; bob in her eyes...she takes a right hand - head tossing to the side, then lolling back into position...
Bridgy starts pushing forward, her left hand still in control of Jenny's top, right hand still pasting Jenny's face....

Blonde buns hit booth-table edge; Jenny's left foot comes up off floor as she leans onto the support.

Right hand Bridgy Regs pastes Jenny's head to the right: Regan tugs her back upright; loads; gives her righty.

Regan shifts: left hand tugging top forward while Bridgy crowds in, burying right hand deep to gut.

Poor Jenny: "UHHH-H!"

Regan: tugging and slugging, right hands thumping midsection, shunting blonde buns up onto table.

Jenny: seated on the edge, feet dangling, off the floor.

Right hand pastes Jenny, twisting her torso-right...she puts right hand down on table, keeping herself upright as Regan's taking a moment to catch her breath.

BELL.

"...If I'm buried 'neath the sand, where the Angels won't receive me,
let them go boys, let them go, boys..."

RD3: Jenny and Bridgy tottering on the spot in loose collar-and-elbow hook up - legs of both women a-tremble. They take turns slopping right hands to one another's bruised faces; folding each other in the crook of the left arm to work righty up underneath - one girl bunching forward, gasping as the other hoists in the harm. Thick, trudging pace...girls growing numb, trading on instinct, steadying each other, else they'd stumble out of orbit. Down the stretch, groggy Bridgy's hands cup the sides of Jenny's ribcage, walking her back into nearest wall. Breathing hard, Bridgy pushes up off the ribs; loads up righty; kisses Jenny the hard right across the chops, spinning blonde tumbleweed to her right along the wall. Jenny comes to a halt with lips pursed on wall, nearly asleep...Bridgy reaches out to pull Jenny's left shoulder back; blonde girl goes with the flow, drifts Bridgy a right hand, turns her 180 degrees and sends her staggering away.

BELL as Jenny's pushing up off the wall, looking to wade in.

"Comin' up Threes boys, coming up threes boys..."

R4: Bridget wading into Jenny via short rights and lefts...blonde girl taking, reeling away into the crowd, walked down from behind.

Right hand spins Jenny, sends her staggering into young hedge fund manager/stud, her arms draping around his bull neck. Stud grins as Jenny's lolling there: Pretty asian girlfriend snarks - "Hey, tramp!"

Jenny pats the man a right hand flat against the chest, turns to her right, smokes the Asian hottie a left across the mouth, spinning her around and down as Bridget moves in...

Wandering brawl sees girls spill into pool room, folks making way. It's all Bridgy Regs - walking Jenny down, teeing off on her.

Bridgy's left hand blocks a desperation McCarthy right: Regan's right hand plows up into breadbasket, bunching blonde girl forward. Regan stoops, wrapping arms around Jenny's thighs, getting the blonde up onto brunette right shoulder, lifting her, dropping her to a seat on the edge of a pool table.

Jenny swaying, feet dangling - her arms reach round Bridget's shoulders as Bridget's left fist secures Jenny's right top-strap. Bridget's right hand brushes Jenny's left aside, then it's short right hand Bridgy Regs, smiting across Jenny's mouth.

Top tug: right hand pumped to blonde belly.

Top tug - girls in close: Bridgy's right hand chops across Jenny's mouth, driving her almost to sleep. Bridgy's right elbow in close to body - she's getting her back into these.

Top tug - extra right hand pitched to the pit of Jenny's tummy. Blonde girl whining now, unable to resist.

Regan stoops, gathers Jenny's legs, heaves 'em up onto the table...blonde girl rolls once-over, coming to a stop on her back, lashes fluttering.

Regan breathing hard, her own face puffy and well-pasted...she walks to the end of the table, overlooking Jenny's upturned face.

Bridgy's left hand palms Jenny's forehead, holding her steady: right hand pastes across Jenny's sleepy face.

Woman in the audience is shocked by the brutality, gasping "OH!" as Bridgy serves to Jenny.

Jenny O'Dell watching with concern, speaking into cellphone as action unfolds.

Left hand across Jenny's brows.

Right hand across the cheek.

Regan looming over Jenny, fists at chest, working Irish washer-woman style with thudding, swipe-across motions, the elbows out to either side on delivery.

Jenny: battered senseless, lips pouting, her arms coming to rest at her sides as her head tic-tocks in tune to Bridgy's punching.

Regan stops, chest heaving.

Jenny: eyes shut, lips parted, body still.

Bridget licks cracked lips, leans forward with both palms on the bumper of the pool table, looking down on Jenny's battered, upturned face.

Bridget: "ONE Jenny...Two...Three..."

Jenny murmurs in her sleep, rebelling against the count...

"Four...that's the way Jenny, sleep it off FIVE! Almost done now SIX!"

Jenny's right arm twitches up and across, reaching past her left arm to grab the bumper of the table...

"NO Jenny SEVEN!"

Jenny still half asleep, fingers of her right hand curled around the pool-table's edge, her body half-turned to her left, but no farther.

"Eight! You stay down Jenny NINE!"

Jenny flopping back onto her back, her right arm across her tummy, head lolling side to side.

"Baby, that's ten."

Bridget pushes up off the table with an exhausted wince, putting hands on hips, swaying on the spot with her victory by KO4.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!