Birthday Bash

a recent commission I did in practically record time. wrote up real fast as a string of moves. one-sided fight, and cartoony extreme violence but little real blood or cursing, as per request. odd little bit of fun!

Sarah was attending her nephew's birthday party, despite her conflicted interests. The teen was something of a brat, and for some reason especially toward herself. Ever since he was small, any reason to prank, trick, fool, or "punk" her was just the high point of comedy for him. The adults all took it as a running joke at this point, and she never got any long term damage or problems from any of it. A stink bomb in her car, some worms in her underwear drawer, a bucket of water over her doorframe, catching a big beetle just to throw it down her enormous cleavage, forwarding obnoxious emails to her... no matter how much he did to her, the rest of the family laughed it off.

"You're just too gullible, Sarah. You should know better by now."

"Boys will be boys. Let him have his fun."

"There could have been paint in that bucket. You know he doesn't mean any harm by it."

So there she was, obliged to show up to the party she was invited to; not so much for the invitation, but knowing that the rest of the family was going to be there. She wore a simple dress, conservative with her stockings and some high heels. Even with the modest attire, she was clearly a curvy girl. Big, soft, and busty, she was a dream come true for the right kind of boy. Instead, there were a bunch of kids and their families invited as well, running around and talking up a storm. Andy's parents had gone all out on this party. He was turning 14, no special number but apparently he'd insisted that this birthday be perfect. And of course, his parents were well-off enough to give the boy just what he wanted.

It was all well and good for Andrew, the cheery little jerk, but it also meant no discipline to keep him from making her life miserable. Still, the kids got one of those inflated bouncy castles, a new miniature basketball hoop, a big buffet of admittedly good food, and a few simple games set up in the back yard (beanbag toss and kiddy things like that, though some of the other adults got into it too). Andrew's mom was everywhere with a video camera as well, getting birthday wishes from relatives and watching the kids wrestling around in the grass or on the swingset, or just play playing video games in the living room. It looked like it could be a blast for everyone, though she didn't have such high hopes for herself.

Andrew had smiled and waved at Sarah when she'd entered, getting that same sour look and half-hearted smile she'd given him lately. That alone was enough to get an even bigger smile on his face, knowing how much trouble he'd caused her. Her bother was his treasure, and today was going to be his crown jewel of those treasures. His parents were already insisting on filming most of it on the family's digital camcorder, and he was entirely for it. He told them he wanted to remember this one forever.

He'd also asked for a little extra spending money. He swore to them it would all go towards the party, since he had a special surprise entertainment for everyone in mind. He'd even ask for less presents if they let it happen! His parents took it as more of a sweet gesture to his guests than a possible prank in the making, and gladly went with his offer. He promised everyone a surprise show right at 6pm, when everyone had eaten but they were still sticking around for the surprise.

Just before the appointed time, Andrew excused himself for the bathroom and went out front. A few of the adults chuckled and mused about how he planned to surprise them after that paper-thin excuse for his entertainment. He went out front to a car, outdated but still fairly expensive-looking, pulling into the busy driveway. Out came a fairly tall woman, about 5'10 by her online profile. Her skin was a rich-looking brown of cinammon, her curly hair a slightly darker shade hanging just shy of her shoulders. She wore a light jacket over a tank top with a fireball patterned on the chest, and latex pants over boots that made her profession all the more clear. Andrew grinned at the sight of her, not only tall but broad. She was clearly a woman with some muscle, and one who had trained to throw another woman through a table.

Monica "Chilli Powder" Rodriguez was a freelance professional wrestler. She had been in and out of a few leagues, always received positively as one of the toughest and baddest heels they could muster. When other leagues started a bidding war for her contract, she decided to go with just that: put herself up for sale online as a wrestler for hire. Now she was making more money than ever, making guest appearances in pro leagues, talk shows, webcam shows, backyard wrestlers, or whoever could afford her. Among them, perverts and parties of fanboy kids like this one. Monica couldn't have said no if she tried, though; he was clearly a fan of her work from his email, and he had the perfect wrestling partner for her.

Apparently this Sarah girl was a big time jobber. In the business, that meant that she was built to lose and look good doing it. It was always Monica's preference to dish out the pain rather than take it, and he promised her she was like a walking punching bag. She'd sell the hurt and roll with the punches she she'd never really feel the bumps she took.

Andrew handed her the cash, Monica giving a casual glance at the big bills before tucking into her car's glove box. "So Sarah's already back there?" Monica asked, her accent noticeable but her English perfectly clear. Andrew smiled, recalling how she'd trained back in Mexico, where they took their wrestling very seriously.

"Back at the party and ready. I left plenty of stuff for you to use, and everybody's eaten and played with everything, so really go nuts. She loves being the center of attention like that, and so long as you try to hurt her, she'll make it look nice and real. She's "

"Sounds fun," Monica smiled. It wasn't strictly a preference in her wrestling when she was the one dishing out the pain. She was a downright sadist, sometimes. "Hope she's good enough to take my kind of heat."

"Absolutely," Andrew smiled, shaking her strong, calloused hand. "This is going to be great."

Sarah was picked at the leftover food, musing about how they always made too much. She took another plate of the chocolate cream pie, looking for whatever show he was planning to be over so she could slip out and go home. A few other guests noted the rapidly marching Monica entering the backyard, leaping over the fence with Andrew hurrying along after her, assuring it was part of the show. She walked with determination towards Sarah, not even breaking stride to pick up a folding chair along the way. Sarah was facing away from her when Monica picked up speed and swung the flat folding chair right into the back of her head.

"UAGHHH!" Sarah spit out her mouthful of cake as she stumbled forward, smacking briefly into the table (tits first, of course, with her build), and bouncing off to land on her side in the grass, groaning and holding her head.

"You like that?!" Monica shouted down at her theatrically, waving the chair in the air. "That's what you GET when you mess with me!!" Monica stomped one of her thick wrestling boots into Sarah's side, knocking the wind out of her with a big clumsy "OOFF!" Andrew was right; this pretty little blond knew how to make it look real.

Of course, the crowd clapped and whistled to urge on and praise the action scene. Only Andrew and Sarah knew that she wasn't a part of the show. Even Monica had been fooled by the boy, or as far as Sarah knew perhaps she was in on it and didn't care who she hurt. It was enough to leave her dazed and hurt all the same, staring dizzily up at Monica as she grinned maliciously and grabbed onto her hair.

Sarah gave a shrill wail as Monica forced her back to her feet. "No laying around on the job, fatty!" Monica growled, to the giggles of the crowd. "Time to beat that giant butt back into shape!"

The kids had a real laugh at the last line, even as Monica delivered a few hooking fists into Sarah's soft belly. Sarah grunted huskily with each shot, making her bend over and stick her aforementioned "giant butt" out as her breasts jiggled in her dress. The Mexican pro took hold of one arm, turning quickly and whipping Sarah behind her. Sarah shrieked in a panic as she stumbled across the yard, thrashing her arms for balance and trying to stop. Of course, her clumsy attempts didn't prevent her from smashing noisily into a collection of more metal folding chairs. They were all empty, of course. Apart from a few partygoers a few seats away, Monica was a pro and knew to keep the innocents out of the way.

The innocent and gullible Sarah crashed into the chairs and went down almost instantly in a loud, metallic mess. She was utterly sore and dumbfounded already, no idea who this woman was (though a few of the muttering fathers recognized her, apparently) and her head sore before she even saw Monica's face.

"What's the matter, chica?!" Monica laughed loudly. "Not so tough when you don't have the jump on somebody? You sick, cheating little piggy!"

The crowd was all laughs and smiled at Sarah's beating. The family all knew she was a sweet girl and wouldn't do anything of the sort. All the more reason for them to believe it was a... well, a play or a show. Or maybe an improvised wrestling match Sarah had agreed to. It was a long time since their age when kids got clowns or magicians, after all.

Monica was on top of Sarah before she knew it, which wasn't all that quickly given how bad a daze Sarah was in after a lot of collisions with folding chairs as of late. Monica forced her back up, at least into a bent-double position. Monica hooked her arm around Sarah's head, grabbing the bottom of her dress like a handle. With a big grunt, Monica showed off her superior strength as she lifted the chubby Sarah into the air over her head, only to fall backward and smash her expertly into the snack table. The flimsy thing cracked into pieces at the impact, and more noticeably splashed Sarah with chips, half-emptied sodas, and some melted nacho cheese.

"Auuugh!! Oh my god..." Sarah muttered as she felt the soda and dip soak into her clothes and skin. She wiped off what she could, but her body wasn't responding as quickly as she'd like, and even then it was never especially speedy. She smeared in as much as she removed, and Monica rolled up to stand at her feet.

"That all you got?" she puffed, pacing herself for a long beating just like she'd offered the birthday boy (who was smiling ear to ear, elbowing and pointing with his friends and family). She grabbed one of Sarah's legs, stretching it out that the dress clung to her lower thighs. The one high heel had fallen off, making it even harder for her to stand on her own power anyway. Monica decided to add one more reason for her to stay down, stomping the heel of her boot right between her legs.

"AWWW!" Sarah gave a nice convincing scream as she doubled up and grabbed for her flattened crotch, rolling like a child having a tantrum on the dirty grass.

"It's so sweet of her to agree to this," Andrew's mom noted to the mother of one of Andrew's friends. "She's usually a bit of a stick in the mud, but it's good to see her let go so Andy can have his fun."

With Sarah too busy trying to wipe the mess off herself and get her chubby legs back under her, Monica scouted the area for some fresh Hell to put her through. She spotted just the thing; Andrew's parents had trimmed their rose bushes recently, and a big pile of thorny branches and twigs were piled up near a corner of the yard, a short fence around it all it to keep any pets and kids out of it.

"Come on, fat Barbie," Monica growled through a Cheshire grin. "You're about to help me with painting the roses red." Some of the younger kids giggled at the rather dated Disney reference, but Monica got to work dragging Sarah to her feet. Monica took a handful of her hair and the busty blond staggered after her like a drunken dog on a leash. The crowd chuckled and pointed at her messy and dripping dress that clung to her big hips and hanging bosom.

Monica stopped short of the tiny fence and shoved Sarah's head under her arm to set up another power move. The crowd gasped and cheered as they realized what was going to happen. The voices peppered in a mix of "oh no!"s, but far more "do it!" and "oh now way!" The malicious crowdpleaser had no choice, really... not that she wouldn't have otherwise. She hooked a hand under Sarah's knee, lifting her up with a grunt of effort and slamming her back down, landing her ass and tailbone right on top of the collection of thorns.

It was the liveliest that Sarah had been for the entire fight, springing to her feet with several of the larger, sharper-looking branches stuck in her cheeks through the dress. The crowd laughed at the cartoonish bit of violence, Monica laughing proudly and taking the moment to turn to the crowd for some quick flexing and posing.

"Who wants to see Sarah suffer some more?!" she called as Sarah hopped up and down childishly and held her backside, delicately plucking the thorny branches from her butt. The crowd roared in universal approval, the kids especially enthused about the private action scene in Andy's backyard. Even with her painful pick-me-up, Sarah was still easy pickings for Monica to grab her by both arms and rip them behind her back.

Sarah moaned out painfully, kicking her feet frantically but Monica proving far stronger than her, not only keeping her from escaping but holding her up when her feet fumbled out from beneath her. Monica kept her double arm twister in place as she forced Monica to walk back towards the crowd, clearly powerless in her grip with her huge tits thrusts out and stretching her dress.

"Hey, you," Monica called to one of the kids. Jimmy was one of the smaller among the boys, and if his big happy smile the whole time she was here hadn't made it clear, he was a big fan of wrestling. "Wanna see why they call me 'Chilli Powder? Reach in my boot on the side there." Jimmy nodded eagerly, getting a few encouraging shoves forward from his friends before he trotted over, a loose part of her boot opening to bring out a packet of spicy seasoning, the kind of powder that came with tacos at the supermarket.

"I brought my own snacks in case you weren't ready for me," Monica grinned, getting some laughs from the crowd and a blushing smile as Jimmy got his first crush. "Now when I tell you, let her get a big faceful of that, okay?" Jimmy nodded speechlessly, and with one more smile the big Mexican woman lifted Sarah up with both hands around her neck, chokeslamming her down into the nearby dirt with an audible THUD! "Give it to her, amigo!" Monica called to Jimmy, who ripped the packet open and turned it upside down over Sarah's face. She had just started to wearily open her eyes when the powder splashed into her eyes and face. There was a quick puff of it as she screamed in horrified pain, the crowd laughing again at her slapstick-like suffering. Flour or sand in her eyes would have been bad enough, but the chilli powder BURNED! She clawed at her face, spitting out what had stuck to her tongue or lips in disgust. She wiped some of it off her tongue with her hand, ignoring that the dirt and grass that stuck to her sweaty skin replaced it.

"Thanks, buddy," Monica said with a firm hi-five for Jimmy's assistance, letting him hurry back to his friends as the towering Mexican went back to Sarah, giving a short hop before letting her elbow drop across Sarah's bouncing tits. "UMMFF!" Sarah blurted as the elbow squashed her tits and knocked the wind out of her, eyes still watering from her last onslaught.

"Wa-wait," Sarah wheezed out, clutching her bouncing boobs as she tried to cough for air. "No... no more..."

"More! More!" Cheered the kids, and a few of the adults along with them.

"You heard the folks, lardass," Monica smiled, loving how exaggerated a ham this jobber was. It even felt real to Monica. She climbed up to her feet, holding onto Sarah's arm and leaving her halfway up, limply hanging from her wrist. Monica gave a rising growl as she sprinted a short distance towards the house, stopping sharply and whipping Sarah's hand forward. It flung the shrieking Sarah straight into the back door, slamming into it before realizing it was a screen door, and in no way would it hold her weight. She crashed right through the thin mesh, tearing the netting down with her as she crashed into a heap in the living room.

Sarah coughed and groaned on the wooden floor, trying to drag herself away weakly, but barely able to budge with her big rump wiggling in the air.

"There you are! No leaving the party early!" Monica crowed behind her. Sarah tried to crawl twice as fast, but Monica grabbed her by the ankle. Her stockings were wet and muddy, and her heels had been lost some time ago somewhere out in the yard. The bigger woman dragged her heavy form back across the wood, wincing as her tits were scraped and bounced across the painfully slick floor. Monica planted a boot into her back, pinning her to the floor as she reached to the nearby fireplace, grabbing one of the iron pokers.

"Let's hear you squeal NOW, piggy!" Monica gloated as she slid the metal bar over her head and pulled up, driving it straight into Sarah's windpipe. By now most of the crowd had followed the action into the house, no one wanting to miss a moment of the show. Monica wrenched up on the poker, strangling Sarah until she was a drooling mess, wheezing for mercy and her eyes bulging in fear. Monica milked it for a while, shaking it up and down to give Sarah tiny breaths of air just to make her struggle longer.

Finally she held the invasive piece of metal in place over her throat, Sarah giving a few last sputters as spittle ran down her messy face before going limp in Monica's grip. Monica gave her another shake or two to be sure before letting go, Sarah flopping to the floor with a dull noise like a rag doll.

"Oh man, is she out!?" one of the kids asked, Monica took her by the hair and lifted it up, letting her punchdrunk face loll in front of them listlessly before Monica let go and her blond-topped skull bouncing harmlessly off the floor.

"What this?" Monica teased in her thickly accented voice. "Not this cheating old weasel. She can't fool me. Whatya say we give her a wakeup call?" The crowd cheered for more of the impressive beatdown as Sarah kept limp in her hands. She was apparently really acting her heart out, though she never would tell her secret to the show when they asked later. Even after the show stopping performance as a professional punching bag, he kept up her innocent act.

Monica gave Andrew one more glance, checking for his approval as the young prankster smiled wider and nodded. Anything she wanted! Monica skimmed the living room briefly before seeing the perfect tool. By the look of the place, they could clearly afford it. Monica propped Sarah up on her knees, then rushed forward and smashed her face into the flat screen TV. It bounced off with a dull, plastic thud, a barely audible gurgle coming from Sarah's  limp body. "Nobody home? Maybe I should knock harder!" Monica boomed, swinging her head with a knot of hair as a handle. Sarah's face bounced loud and hard off the television a few more times before she burst through the screen, the shards of plastic and glass flying loose around her.

Monica quickly let go and stepped back, switching the remote on. The TV powered on suddenly, and Sarah twitched and spasmed like she was having a seizure as the burning lights and shocking electricity ran through her. Monica kept her distance to let the electricity do the work for her, giving her a good, long 15 seconds of people laughing and cheering on the cartoonish light show she put on. "Must be her first time," Monica taunted. "I was the same way when I was first on TV!"

The crowd laughed as Monica turned it off, leaving the squirming and twitching Sarah buried up to her neck in the appliance. She was in such awful shape she couldn't even make a token effort to keep her skirt down, the wet dress riding up her legs and back to shamelessly flash her panties to the crowd. Some of the adults considered telling her so when the Mexican bruiser stepped in, grabbing her by the back of her dress and yanking her back to her knees. The laughter spiked again as Sarah coughed out a few puffs of black smoke, charred here and there on her face with black patches. Most noticeably, her hair was frizzed out like a cartoon mad scientist in every direction, and by the dazed look on her face she wasn't even aware of it in the slightest.

Monica let go of Sarah's limp body, letting her flop to her knees and then back onto her face and tits again. The pro fighter went looking for more fun, quick to find it as she grabbed the large staple gun Andrew's parents had been using for decorations. The crowd gasped excitedly as she inspected her newest toy, then handed it off to another of Andrew's friends. "Hold onto that a sec," she advised before going back after Sarah. She propped her up on her knees again, wrapping her arms under arm armpits and pulling them up over her head in a simple full nelson.

"Come on. Pick a favorite target and take a shot,  kiddo!" Monica shook Sarah in place, making Sarah's chest jiggle temptingly inside her wet and dirty dress, clearly drawing the young Kyle's eye to her wobbling cleavage. The rest of the families and friends urged him on, and he finally shoved the stapler up against one of Sarah's fat funbags and there was a metallic CHUNK! Sarah instantly twitched and shouted as it punched into her tender breast meat, kicking her feet behind her like she was going through an overgrown tantrum. The crowd admired her display of toughness, or maybe just a slight of hand by Monica to make the stapling sound and look so real. "Yeaaa, see how much that hurts, kid? So don't play with that at home, alright?" Monica offered helpfully before turning back to her opponent/victim.

"Ah good! You're awake!" Monica played up her reaction, slapping at Sarah's cheeks playfully, if a bit more rough than she had to. "Still got that crazy bedhead I see. And still got your slop from your snack on your bib." The crowd laughed at her joke as she brought both hands around one of Sarah's, twisting her arm behind her back and forcing her to march into the bathroom. "Let's clean you up, huh?"

She bullied Sarah bodily into the bathroom, spacious as one might expect from a well-off family like Andrew's. A few of her newfound fans could have followed her inside, but they preferred to huddle around the doorway and let Monica have her space to work her showmanship. The Mexican brawler made good on their expectations, leading Sarah to the toilet and kicking out one of her legs. She forced the arm bar a bit more, getting Sarah's face to twist in crippling agony before she suddenly grabbed her head, shoving it through the seat and into the toilet water. Sarah thrashed and gurgled frantically, the loud splashing and bubbling heard by all who laughed at the childish but effective punishment.

"Don't worry, they flushed!" Monica laughed assuringly to the crowd. "Guess you can lead a horseface to water but can't make her drink!" She lifted Sarah up after a few frantic seconds, her face and hair wet. It had the benefit of letting Sarah's hair fall back into its loose, sane shape, but that was about it as she coughed and spat up the toilet water.

"What's that, doggy? You want another drink?!"

"N-nuh-!" Sarah managed to sputter, but choked on the mouth and nose full of water before she was dunked again, Monica twisting and shaking the hair in her hands to make sure she screamed through the shallow water, finally flushing it to let the spiraling water slap at her face before refilling around her.

"Alright, done with your rinse, piggy princess!" Monica mocked her, Sarah too busy spitting and sneezing out water to respond at all. "Ready for your massage?" She shoved Sarah back at the toilet, backward this time to leave her shamefully propped up on it like a drunk that had wandered into the house, her head lolling, her entire upper body soaking, and legs spread out at her sides with no regard for the view up her dress or her torn up stockings. Monica still climbed up and straddled her lap, holding Sarah's shoulder for balance with no fear or regard for the mess she was covered in. The seasoned pro unleashed a barrage of punches into her forehead and face, hitting her like a jackhammer as the crowd cheered and whistled wildly, some starting to count along with the punches as fast as they could keep up.

By the time she stopped, Sarah's pretty face was dotted with bruises and small welts, and her head rolled as if she was trying to trick Monica into thinking she was now wrestling a scarecrow. Her one eye was starting to swell, and she groaned dizzily as the beating left her mouth hanging open, drooling stupidly over herself. Monica grabbed her by the chin as she finally stopped, fetching the nearby bar of soap with her other hand and cramming it into her mouth, twisting and scrubbing it rapidly to get up a good, disgusting lather in Sarah's mouth.

"Mad dog!" giggled Andrew, pointing at the foaming mouth left on Sarah as she gagged on the bar of soap, earning his own share of laughs from the endlessly amused crowd. His parents would have to congratulate him on his choice of entertainment later. Monica grabbed her hair and dress again as leverage, swinging Sarah across the bathroom and hurling her right into the shower. She became tangled up in the shower curtain, crashing right through it and landing in a mess of thick plastic in the tub.

Sarah scrambled awkwardly, trying to pull herself up but tangled in the plastic sheet and slipping on the wet porcelain. Monica had to let out a big sadistic laugh at her pathetic look, especially with the soap still buried in her mouth and wedged between her teeth. The big blond would be tasting it and picking out pieces from her morals for days, but it was the least of her concerns right now. Monica advanced on her again, and with Sarah down and helpless, she stomped the sole of her boot onto her neck, Sarah's own bare feet kicking helplessly and her face turning all sorts of amusing colors as Monica held her foot in place, choking her under foot.

When Sarah's thrashing died down, Monica climbed into the shower after her, leaning down to drag the blond into a bent double position, the Mexican's strong arms wrapped around her midsection. "Not the first time you've been in the shower with another girl, huh you little tramp?" she mocked, slapping at her jiggling butt a few times before going for the big one. She had to grunt in effort to lift the fat girl again, but she offered no resistance or aid as she was limp and powerless in her grip. It was harder but all the more affective for her to piledrive Sarah's skull straight down into the hard porcelain with a hollow CLUNK!

Sarah flopped out in the middle of the tub as soon as she hit, and a much smaller thumping noise sounding shortly after. There was a howl of laughter and cheers from some of the crowd, the rest joining in as they realized what had happened. The soap was still stuck in her mouth, and the power move had made her mouth slam shut, swallowing half the bar of soap as the other half popped out into the tub on its own.

"One more fat broken Barbie!" Monica gloated, standing up over the comatose-looking Sarah. "Whatya think?" she addressed the crowd of won-over fans. "Think she's had enough? Or faking us out again?"

"Fake out!" the kids and a number of the adults shouted happily. Monica grinned and nodded to them, and stomped her boot heel down hard onto Sarah's soft gut. She twitched and let out a sickly gurgle, but made no effort to fight back. It did, however, get a few bubbles to pop out of her lips from the mix of soap and her saliva. Monica blew at them to send them towards the kids like Sarah was her sadistic bubble wand, and the young boys and girls popped them with their fingers.

"Dirty piglet couldn't keep anything out of her mouth in the end!" Monica laughed. "Well one more thing left to clean you up!" With Sarah's hem of her dress flipped up from the mayhem and showing her panties, Monica grabbed her waistband and a bottle of shampoo. She stretched them out, keeping the naughty view from the crowd while still shoving the shampoo bottle down there, squeezing it hard and emptying it into the ass and groin of her panties, Sarah seeming too out of it to even react to the thick mess of blue goo in her pants. She pulled it back out to the amusement of the giggling onlookers, splashing the last squirt across her face and chest.

"There! Your pig to clown makeover's all done!" Monica gloated, getting another laugh when she bent down, grabbing the soggy and sloppy Sarah and slinging her over her shoulder. Now let's get you out of here. You're making a mess of this nice little birthday boy's house!"

"Oh, I don't mind! Really!" Andrew insisted with his overwhelmingly delighted grin.

Monica opened the back door (despite the screen still missing) and started exit, but slammed the door shut suddenly just on front of her. It banged on her head once, bouncing back off and Sarah squeaking in surprised pain. "Ah, there you go, party pooper!" Monica chimed before heaving Sarah off of her shoulder in front of her. "Now you're awake for the milking!"

"Milk... wha?" Sarah mumbled clumsily, propped up by Monica once again.

"Yea, and you get to be the cow!" She slammed the door shut again, this time crushing Sarahs' bountiful breasts between the door frame and the door itself. Sarah squealed loudly in agony as her jugs were mashed repeatedly, her painful writhing making the shampoo squish and leak out from between her thighs.

"Come on, cows don't squeal, ya stupid piggy!" Monica teased, smacking her ass as her head was stuck in the vice that was the back door. "Even if you didn't pick that up from country music, I'd think you've at least know from Sesame Street! Actually, that reminds me. You have a guitar here, yea?"

Andrew nodded and quickly darted into the other room. Monica remained a showman, and knew not to let the match cool down too much. She slammed a few forearms over Sarah's aching back, getting some more pained groans out of her. It reached an even higher pitch when Monica knelt down and slammed her fist up between her legs, getting a bitch "OHHH!" of excited sympathy-pain from the audience. Sarah made a very similar noise as she scrambled to cup her crotch, made more difficult with the frame of the screen door in her way trapping her.

"How can you miss a butt that big?" Monica jeered before Andrew tapped her on the arm and handed off his acoustic guitar. He'd gotten a new one for his birthday, this one starting to fall apart anyway. It was perfect for what Monica was thinking, and Andrew had known her to wield one in a few of her pro matches. Monica stepped through the open space in the broken screen door, testing the weight of the guitar before she slid the door open. Sarah's bulky body instantly started to stagger forward, Monica taking a huge baseball swing to crush it right over her head.

There was a loud crash of wood and a snapping of guitar strings around Sarah's head, as if she'd fallen head-first into an orchestra pit. She was seeing stars even after her head was smashed through the guitar completely, her shoulders stopping the body of it as it fit around her neck like a ridiculous tie.

Or a leash, for that matter, as Monica demonstrated as she grabbed the neck of the guitar and lead Sarah around by it. She pulled her back into the yard, yanking sharply before she swung a big punch into her gut. Sarah's belly jiggled and the big blow made her feet leave the ground completely before she thumped right back down to her bare feet on the grass. The wind knocked right out of her, she held her gut and gasped as she tried to get air back into her lungs. Before she could, she felt Monica grab her ears and rear back, suddenly smashing into her with a brutal headbutt. The crowd erupted in wild cheers as the impact shattered the remains of the guitar around her head, different splinters and shards falling over her as she staggered backward, barely staying standing. Sarah was unable to stand in one place at this point, stumbling drunkenly with her face a mess of bruises, sludge and debris, nacho cheeze and shampoo sloppily piled in her panties and cleavage.

"Finish her!!" a few of the kids shouted in sync, and got some supporting whistles applause from the rest of the audience. Monica raised a proud fist to them before she charged at full speed for Sarah, spearing her right into her soft belly. She hit hard enough that her breast popped right out of her dress, her purple bra jiggling like mad to keep herself inside. It all stopped suddenly when she crashed into the dessert table behind her, cracking it in half and pudding and punch spilling over her messily. Monica sat up and casually brushed some crumbs and mess from her hair, Sarah clearly taking the brunt of it. Whipped cream and pie stained her ass and arms, and the punch painted her skin an off red. She looked fast asleep, head lolled to one side and eyes shut and showing the various messy bruises. Monica threw herself on top of her, grabbing one chunky leg and folding it up. The kids that didn't giggle at Sarah's tasteful panty shot counted aloud for her.

"1! 2! 3!!!" One of the mothers playfully banged a spoon against one of the pots like a ring bell, Monica rising up with both fists over her head. She bent down to slap at Sarah's face, getting no reply as she seemed beyond waking this time.

"S'what you get when you cross the best, you dumb blond blob," she panted to her, but smiled as the workout was one of the funnest she'd ever had. As one more treat, she went and picked Sarah over her shoulder in a fireman carry, lugging her past the rose bushes. She found just what she was looking for; a mound of coffee grounds, dead plants, worms, egg shells, rotten fruit, and other unmentionable filth. With a timely heft and slam, she spiked the KOed Sarah head-first into the compost heap. She was left with her big ass up in the air, limply propped up by her face buried in the thick and awful stuff.

The event was praised as the crowning moment of the night. Andrew was praised for his brilliant planning, and Monica was quickly handed a towel and thanked over and over by every guest (at least the ones who were still conscious). The kids were lining up to take photos and get autographs, and she was in more than high enough spirits to pass them out, lifting the boys up on her shoulders and flexing for their cameras.

Sarah was left to sleep it off for the night in the compost heap, nobody quite motivated enough to go and pick her out of it. Of course, some of the kids still took the time to toss some of the leftover deviled eggs at her butt, with some encouragement from Andrew. She finally dragged herself home well into the morning, not wanting to be seen by the family and heading back to her own house. She showered off her various messes and bruises before she found the email left for her Inbox, apparently sent en masse to everyone who attended.

"Thanks for coming to my party! I got lots of great gifts and love you all! I especially hope you all loved the show, and hope you'll come next year for an even bigger and better one!

<3,

Andrew"