SWO WAR GAMES #6

Posted by Archer News Service on July 20, 2013, 11:49 am

Results: SWO Writing: Archer

Skip Tracey, like the crowd around him, felt the rising excitement as the Foxy Puncher United vs Sexy World Order reached its sixth stanza with the SWO leading 3 wins to 2, but the Foxy Punchers back to back wins now gave their fans hope. On top of that, this next fight would between bitter, long-timer rivals Dani Fishel of the FPU and the SWO’s head trainer Alyssa Milano. Clashes between the pair had helped to build excitement for the card and now the watching fans would see if the pair’s showdown could live up to the hype.

“AND NOW OUR SIXTH FIGHT OF THIS AMAZING NIGHT,” Lillian Garcia was proclaiming, “WE BRING YOU FROM THER FOXY PUNCHERS UNITED—THE FIGHTER THEY CALL ‘THE TANK—DAUNTLESS DANI FISHELLLLLLLLLL—“

Dani Fishel stepped out of her sweatsuit and mounting the ring steps, climbed on a turnbuckle to pose in her red sports bra and panties with her red gloves raised high over head. The legendary Fishel brought out a tremendous burst of cheers that she plainly basked in before leaping nimbly into the ring.

“AND NOW—FIGHTING FOR THE SEXY WORLD ORDER—ALYSSA—THE LIVING LEGEND—MILANNNNOOOOO!!!”

Alyssa Milano removed her sweatsuit, hopped up on the ring apron and then stood on the middle strand to raise her turquoise gloves and thrust her black sports bra forward, then she turned and shook her turquoise bikinied bottom at the crowd. They roared back in delight.

Alyssa then hopped up on the top strand and leaped into the ring . She then dashed around pumping her fist and grinning at the deafening response. She then drew up next to Dani Fishel who stood next to referee Kelly Ripa her arms crossed and look of disgust on her face.

“Top that Princess Porky,” Alyssa sneered at Dani.
“I don’t have to shake my ass at a crowd to get them excited,” Dani retorted.

“I just want you to know,” Alyssa said to Kelly, “you better keep out of my way. I got a score to settle with ‘Fishel Smell’ here.”

“Time hasn’t that insult any fresher,” Dani retorted.

“Neither are you,” Alyssa snapped.

“I’m still younger than you!” Dani fired back.

“ENOUGH!” Kelly Ripa cried, startling both fighters. “Now you both look here: I know you two hate each other’s guts and I’ll make SOME allowances—BUT when I decide either of you if going too far you better quit or else!”

There was something in Kely’s tone of voice that made the two veteran boxers nod obediently.
“Good, now touch gloves and you two can have all the revenge you can handle, Kelly said with a tension-relieving grin.

Dani and Alyssa made a half-hearted effort at glove touching and went back to their corners. The second the bell rang they were out and going after each other with the fury everyone had been hoping to see.

Toe to toe, the small furies just slugged away with happy abandon, There was not much boxing strategy to be seen, but there was no shortage thrilling punch-action. As usual with Dani Fishel, the bulk of her punching was against Alyssa’s body. Alyssa writhed under the attack, trying to evade it, but she never stopped her own counterpunching aimed at Dani’s recklessly exposed head lumping up the FPU’s face in short order.

Dani responded to the head attack with a burst hooks and straight shots aimed at the rack of Alyssa Milano. Alyssa scowled with rage as her hooters were battered on their bra cups, she the unleashed revenge punching into the heavily-filled bra cups of Dani Fishel. This raging rack ravaging went on and on as the two fighters ranged around the ring.

Dani suddenly shifted her fire up in the Milano chin which caught Alyssa by surprise. Alyssa’s head was thrown back and she teetered back to then ropes with Dani on her with a rolling barrage of leather. Alyssa slumped into the ropes with Dani trying to keep her there by using her left glove to palm Alyssa back while clouting with the right. However Kelly Ripa swiftly dove in to break this up.

Alyssa was erect by rubbery-legged and Dani was bouncing on her feet eager to get back to pounding. Kelly Ripa waved Dani in and the FPU brawler rused in with her right drawn back for what was plainly going to be roundhouse blockbuster. However at the last second, Alyssa dove forward, turned a shoulder and let Dani impale her belly on the shoulder. Dani was swept off her feet and jackknifed, then hurled onto her butt as Alyssa fell to her knees .

Dani looked dazed by the unexpected move and Alyssa (still on her knees) turned to smash Dani straight in the face. Dani swooned to her back and Alyssa tried to pin the FPU fighter and resume punching. However Kelly Ripa wrapped both arms around Milano’s waist pulled her off.

“THIS ISN’T FRICKIN’ WRESTLING MATCH!” Kelly bellowed into Alyssa’s ear, continuing to hold her back until a groggy Dani Fishel stumbled to her feet.

“L-let her go, Kelly, I want her,” Dani gasped pounding her gloves to together.

Kelly released Alyssa who charged back at Dani, but was met by a left/right pasting to the cheeks that sent her staggering drunkenly. Dani stumbled after her foe, lunging to grab and shoulder and spin the SWO fighter around. As she did, Alyssa threw a wild roundhouse right that bounced off Dani’s jaw and sent her spinning.

The two fighters now found themselves separated, but with spinning heads and pained-racked bodies. They panted desperately as the sweat dripped off their bodies, then they seemed to catch each other’s eye and instantly they went for each other punching with fresh fury.

Back and forth, around and around, the pair battled with astonishing (of not always accurate( punching. First Alyssa drove Dani the length the ring towards the ropes, but then Dani’s counter-punching stopped the SWO fighter and Dani drove her back across the ring. Then they started circling in the mid ring area looking for openings and never stopping the punching.
The human body can only expend only so much energy in a short period of time so gradually the punching slowed. The two ended up in the center of the ring, leaning on each other and heaving short punches into the other.

“Gosh boss,” Spizzy said, “look at all that hate pouring out.”

“Yeah, it was building for a long time, but Alyssa needs to win this,” Big Sexy muttered.

Meanwhile the Foxy Punchers were cheering Dani on. Jen Garner watched tensely. Seated next to her Beth Harnois whispered:

“What’s wrong?”

“No,” Jen said, “I want her finishing Milano—this is taking too long.”

The battle ground on in a tense battle of attrition. Dani and Alyssa were nearly touching foreheads at one point looking each other right in the eye for signs of quit. Apparently there was none as they suddenly burst into fresh punching to decide the issue.

Alyssa suddenly drove a shot into the center of Dani’s trunks. Dani grunted and gave Alyssa a twisted grin, then punched her right back in the crotch. The two then just took turns exchanging low blows until both sets of legs were trembling, but then Kelly Ripa stepped.

“THAT’S IT—BACK TO REAL BOXING!” Kelly commanded.

Dani and Alyssa looked wonderingly at each other surprised the other was still standing. They had to move with an achy, throbbing slowness, but they picked up punching speed as they started a fresh round of circling.

Alyssa managed to feint that drew a weary Dani into following and she crashed in a surprise right cross to the temple. Dani’s knees buckled and Alyssa ripped her on the chin. Dani fell to her back and lay there gasping for air.

Alyssa stepped back, hopeful this was over, but as Kelly Ripa counted, Dani struggled to her feet. Alyssa lumbered back in and Dani went back to pounding her body. Alyssa sank to omne knee holding her sides, but, she too beat the count.
The two then resumed the slugging, but with a heavy-limbed weariness that told fading power behind the punching. It was no real surprise when the bell rang with both fighters seriously banged up, exhausted but still standing.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEBN-- FOR THE SECOND TIME TONIGHT WE ENTER THE 5-MINUTE OVERTIME PERIOD!” Lillian Garcia proclaimed.

Dani and Alyssa had leaned against ropes on opposite sides of the ring, As the bell sounded again, they both stood up straight, shook themselves and headed for mid ring to settle this quickly.

It was toe to toe banging of the most exhausting kind, but both fighters were committing their last reserves of strength. Dani continued to just pound Milano middle while taking Alyssa’s shots to her head. Then Alyssa took one too belly punches and lurched forward with an agonized groan. Her chin floated into Dani’s target zone and she sent desperation lefts and rights, uppercuts, hooks and crosses into it. Alyssa just seemed to hang there was though she weren’t actually feeling the punches hitting her chin and jaw.

Dani stepped back her big chest heaving and Alyssa just lowered her head, then dove into the canvas at Dani’s feet. She fell to one side and then onto her back, her head at Dani’s feet, her body stretching out limply.

Dani fell back to the neutral corner unable to believe Alyssa was down for the count. Kelly watched for any signs of revival as she counted, but Alyssa could only role her head from side to side as though realizing she was helpless to prevent her loss to her hated rival.

“…NINE…TEN!” Kelly finished and the bell rang.
Kelly raised Dani Fishel’s arm in victory and the FPU fighter sagged against her in total exhaustion. Then the Foxy Punchers bounded into the ring to sweep Dani up on her shoulders and run her around the ring.

Meanwhile a weeping Alyssa Milano had revived enough to crawl to the SWO side of the ring and be helped from the ring by AJ Lee and Christy Hemme. The rest of the SWO girls just sat there in stunned silence.

“We’re tied up, boss, 3-3,” Spizzy said in an awed voice.

“I noticed,” Big Sexy snapped and turned to Ronda Rousey, “It’s up to you, baby. You got to stop Jenny G or we’re toast.”

Ronda was grim, but she said quietly: “I warned you that snooty bytch was out to shaft us, boss, but don’t worry, I’m going to break her arrogant ass down and make her cry.”

“Now Ronda, I keep telling you there is nothing personal with me and Garner. Those photos were faked. Tell you what: you don’t have to make her cry—just kick her ass for all the trouble she’s stirred up.”

Ronda laughed and gave the boss a hug: “One ass kicking coming right up!”

Across the ring, Skip could see Jen Garner turn to Beth Harnois: “This is what I wanted. Me vs Rousey. I’ve been playing her and the Big Lug like fiddles. She’ll be so mad she won’t be able to fight straight. This one could actually be easy.”

“I know it,” Beth said with assurance.

Then Skip saw Lillian Garcia headed for the ring to announce the final fight of the card.

A.N.S.