[Cigar4u]

Here is a CFNF fight story I wrote after being inspired by the recent World Cup soccer final between Spain and The Netherlands. At the end of the story I am posting images I got from the Internet that illustrate this story, which I assure you is a piece of fiction.

I am sure many of you will enjoy this story even if you, like me, are not soccer fans. You just have to be CFNF fight fans and ENF fans. And aren't we all?


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Humiliation and Pain Over Such a Silly Little Game Part 1


By Cigar


My friends and I are quite a mixed group -- Hispanic, white, black, etc.

When we get together for regular wild weekend parties, we generally get along real well, even when there is quite a bit of alcohol consumption. Although an occasional fight may break out, it is never racially motivated and the issue that started it is usually resolved before things get too far out of hand.

All of that changed -- perhaps forever -- at a recent World Cup soccer party that was thrown at the Southern California beach home of Carlos and Isabella, successful real estate executives who were born in Spain.

They planned an early morning beach party/pool party and brunch buffet followed by their 48 guests gathering in their living room to watch the finale between Spain and The Netherlands on their giant flatscreen TV.

I am not a soccer -- or futball, as Europeans like to call it -- fan and never will be. I am from the United States and the only real futball is American football, which soccer will never come remotely close to equaling in popularity in this country.

To me, soccer has always been such a silly little game -- a sport mastered by so many nations that cannot even afford to feed their own populations. After all, it is a cheap game. All you need is a ball, a large empty field and a couple of rocks placed so many feet apart for a goal at each end.

However, while I am not a fan of soccer, I am a real fan of parties. Carlos and Isabella could have thown a party honoring towels falling on their pool deck and I would have been there.

However, there were some party-goers who lived and died soccer and the consequences of that loyalty to the countries participating and the game is what I am going to relate to you.

Two fans in particular would provide the sparks that almost turned the friendly soccer party into a racial soccer hooligan riot -- Maria Ibenez-Sanchez, originally from Spain, and Gretta Vanderhorne, a Dutch woman.

Maria, 21, was born in Madrid and had played soccer since she was a little girl, winning numerous awards that filled a huge trophy case in her home. She was a big fan of the Spanish team. She knew all of the players' names and their histories.

She is a gorgeous athletic brunette who stands 5-feet-11, with long, slender, model-like legs. For the occasion, she wore a beautiful red bikini, paying tribute to the Spanish team, which is nicknamed "Big Red," Spain's primary uniform and flag color.

Gretta, 23, was born in Amsterdam and grew up ice speed skating and playing soccer, the two most popular sports in Holland. She was equal in her zest for her country's team, knowing all of the players' names and their histories.

She is a beautiful platinum blond who stands 5-feet-10, with a fantastic set of boobs. For the party, she wore a bright orange bikini, the Dutch team's primary uniform color. Gretta is a dead ringer for Canadian professional female wrestler Trish Stratus.

(Author's note: I threw in that last sentence because the photos I found on the Internet to illustrate this story include two of Trish Status -- Stratus in a pool in a bright orange bikini and Stratus nude on a pink blanket. I just thought I'd mention it before readers responded that the woman in those photos is Trish Stratus.)

Prior to the game, Maria and a few friends went down to the ocean to play a game of surf soccer. Gretta, meanwhile hung out at the pool, taking an occasional dip to cool off.

It was so hot that day that by the time both ladies came indoors to watch the game their swimsuits were dry.

Neither woman liked each other, but both had been civil to each other at the various parties they attended. Both were executive secretaries. Maria worked in one of Carlos and Isabella's real estate offices. Gretta worked at a downtown law firm. They had very little in common other than the fact that both were big soccer fans and both had similar jobs.

From the start, they brought much tension to the room. Both made loud comments praising their teams and equally loud derogatory comments about the other's team and country. Gretta's slurs about Spain noticably angered the Hispanic men and women in the room, who on this day outnumbered white and black guests about 35 to 15.

Finally, just minutes before the game, Gretta offered Maria a wager -- the loser would pay the winner $1,000.

Maria countered, "Let's make it $2,000!"

I interrupted, "hold on ladies, let's keep this friendly. A $2,000 bet will cause just too much tension for the rest of us to enjoy the game. How about more of a fun wager, instead?"

"What do you have in mind?" Gretta asked.

"How about the two of you instead wager your bikini tops?" I said, as many guests whistled and clapped in agreement. "Loser has to present the winner with her bra as a souvenir."

Gretta joked that that was not fair because she had a lot more to show than Maria -- a comment that caused Maria to fume because, although Maria had nicely sized breasts, they definitely were not in Gretta's league.

"Very funny, b*tch," Maria spat back in her hot Spanish accent. "How about we make it that the loser has to surrender both parts of her bikini to the winner!" The whistles and cheers of approval from both the men and the women partygoers were even louder.

Gretta hesitated for a moment. After all, it was widely known that, on paper, Spain was a better team and that Holland was a decided underdog. Then again, Gretta reasoned, almost all of us at the party had seen each other nude before as on more than one occassion, we had gone skinny dipping at our regular gatherings.

Thre was really no shame in being nude among friends if Holland lost, Gretta thought. Besides, she did not want it to appear that she was not totally dedicated to the Dutch side.

"You're on," Gretta smirked. "And you better not chicken out after The Netherlands wins or I'll rip your bikini off and send you home naked as well as defeated!"

Maria retorted that Gretta also better not backdown because her friends outnumbered Gretta's at the party and they surely would lend a hand in "helping" a reluctant Gretta step out of her swimsuit.

As far as I was concerned, all of us at the party would be winners once the game was over because one of these two goddesses was going to be naked and on display for us to enjoy.

I couldn't wait until we got through what arguably would be the longest 90 minutes in history. It's bad enough that in soccer they add on time at the end of each half to make up for minutes lost to injuries and other delays. Thank God there are no time outs in soccer or the agony of the game would never end.

Carlos and Isabella sweetened the pot a little by offering the winning lady a life-sized replica of the World Cup trophy to go along with the bikini trophy.

(Author's note: Sorry to interrupt the story again, but isn't the actual World Cup trophy of a pair of hands grasping the globe a disappointingly shitty little trophy for such a big event? I mean it's not anywhere as impressive as hockey's Stanley Cup when it comes to size. The World Cup looks like a little ornament that should be on top of a large trophy. Heck, I have amature bowling league trophies that are bigger than the World Cup. It's just an observation. Back to the story. ...)

Both women spent the bulk of the game jumping up and down and cheering each of their team's breakaways only to clutch their heads and stomp their bare feet in frustration with each missed opportunity.

The first half ended scoreless and both women were extremely tense watching the second half.

Then the game started to get dirty, with each squad racking up yellow cards for unsportsmanlike conduct. Holland was by far the worse aggressor.

"It figures your team has to cheat to win!" Maria lashed out at Gretta.

"It must be brutal for the Dutch men having to deal with the smell of your team -- everyone knows that Spanish people don't bathe often and they never use deodorant," Gretta said.

Several of the Hispanic guests as well as the hosts, Carlos and Isabella, were angered by that comment. A few people whispered to each other that Gretta had gone too far. The six blacks at the party started to root for Spain along with the Hispanics if, for nothing else, to see Gretta get humiliated for her bigotry.

When regulation time ended with the score tied 0-0, many of us thought that the game likely would come down to penalty kicks following the two 15-minute overtime periods.

But, several minutes into the first overtime, a Dutch player picked up his second yellow card for dirty play and was ejected from the game, leaving Holland with just 10 players against Spain's 11. Gretta became extremely concerned as Maria smiled and taunted Gretta that soon Gretta's bikini would be in Maria's hands.

Sure enough, with about 10 minutes left in overtime, Spain scored what would be the only goal of the match. Maria danced around the room screaming and cheering. Gretta fell to her knees and placed her head in her hands and began to cry.

Because there is no sudden death in soccer, Gretta had to endure Spain's delay and defensive tactics for the ballance of the overtime period as her Dutch countrymen did their best to press several attacks only to come up short each time.

When the final whistle blew, Gretta was sitting back on the sofa, arms folded acrossed her boobs, her legs crossed and her face turning as crimson as Maria's swimsuit, knowing that soon her bikini would be in Maria's clutches.

Maria was salsa dancing with a number of the Hispanic fans in the room, celebrating her home country's first-ever World Cup. It was by far the happiest day of her life.

When the broadcast broke to commercial, Maria told Gretta it was time to pay up.

"Let's just get this over with," Gretta said, pulling down one bra strap before being quickly halted by Maria.

"No, this should be a ceremony -- like the winning team captain raising the World Cup," Maria said, hoping to prolong Gretta's humiliation for as long as possible.

It would be one thing for Gretta to quickly pull off her bikini and throw it at Maria, then make a hasty departure from the room, as she had planned to do. It was quite another to have to remove her bikini slowly. fold it like a flag and present it to her now-hated enemy and remain in the room to watch Maria also get the replica World Cup trophy.

Gretta soon realized that being naked in a room full of clothed people was not the same as everyone frolicking equally naked in the surf. The minute she removed her bikini to hoots and whistles, she somehow felt more naked than she had ever been in her life. And Maria's wide grin only added to Gretta's utter humiliation.

The fact that nearly everyone had their cellphone cameras out taking photos and video of the forced strip tease and bikini presentation ceremony -- creating a record for posterity -- only added to Gretta's disgrace.


End of Part 1


In the photos below:

1. Maria, in her red bikini, plays soccer in the surf.

2. Gretta, in her orange bikini, takes a dip in the pool.

3. Maria poses by the pool.

4. Maria moments before wagering her bikini against Gretta's on the outcome of the game.

5. After Spain defeats Holland, a nude Gretta curses at Maria while attacking her.