Jayne Mansfield vs. Sophia Loren
Known in breast fighting circles as the Naples nipples, she was magnificently well conditioned, had firm proud breasts, and a mercurial temper. She had managed to brawl her way to the position of number one contender for Jane Russell’s heavyweight breast fighting championship...
...“Tell Russell I want her next,”Jayne hissed to her entourage as she staggered off victorious.
In the mid-fifties at a swank restaurant called Romanoff’s, many of Hollywood’s elite had gathered for a dinner. Among them were busty Sophia Loren, fresh off an impressive defeat of rival buxom Italian superstar, Gina Lollabrigida; and publicity-hungry big-bust blonde, Jayne MansfieldSophia had risen out of the poverty of post WWII Italy, and had breast brawled her way through the tough streets of Naples, until she at last gained national and then international attention. “Oh, lungs full?” asked Jayne in a breathless sarcastic voice. “Here, this will clear them!” She reached up and delivered another ax-handle between Sophia’s beaten breasts. The impact was so hard that it made Sophia spit up some of the punch and start breathing again. Still Jayne had one more matter to attend to. Her breasts had been raked twice by Sophia’s nails while she’d only repaid one! “Oh, one little thing I owe you honey,” Jayne said.
She straddled the beaten Euro-star, placed her nails at the tops of Sophia’s breasts and slowly, brutally raked them down. Sophia, her magnificent conditioning betraying her, as she stayed conscious long past the point most women would, screamed in mind splitting anguish as Jayne sadistically smiled.
“Oh that’s OK sweetie, this’ll make it feel better!” She reached in for the punch ladle and poured a big dollop of high-test liquor on the open wounds! Sophia’s body tensed, she screamed - then mercifully, passed out!
Jayne wanted to still pound Sophia’s limp form for what she had done to her own wonderful set. Still, Jayne knew the real mission here was to get a fight with Russell and strip her of her championship, and further her career. There was now only one last thing to do. She staggered to her feet, and crossing her arms over her badly battered bosom, planted her high heeled foot on top of the defeated woman’s savaged breasts and posed for the paparazzi. Jayne then got helped down off the table from several eager male spectators, and as she was walking off with the help of her manager, grabbed the arm of a Hollywood insider she knew was well connected in the breast fighting game.
...and was considered by many to be the favorite if the two well endowed brunettes fought.
Known in breast fighting circles as the Naples nipples, she was magnificently well conditioned, had firm proud breasts, and a mercurial temper. She had managed to brawl her way to the position of number one contender for Jane Russell’s heavyweight breast fighting championship, and was considered by many to be the favorite if the two well endowed brunettes fought.