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Anthropology Master's Thesis
It seemed easy enough...the twenty eight year old would write her thesis on the human conflict known as the catfight. She'd never been in a fight, but she had seen a few. The words flowed freely as she fevorishly wrote all night. On it's completion, she felt that something was missing.
Across town, another woman of twenty seven was busy with the same topic. She too had viewed a few catfights but had never been in any form of fight as her unknowing counterpart. The writing part completed, she too felt a void with the paper.
Fate steared them both to the town square where a small park layed. They'd ponder their work and maybe with the early morning air, come up with the missing link. Each greeted the other and sat on neighboring benches, sipping cappachinos. After a bit, they chatted and eventually got to the topic of their dispair. On further chatting, they discovered their mutual endeavors and thought together to fill the missing points of their papers. Megan and Jill looked at each other and finally realized their flaw. They each stated their lack of experience in actually taking part in this topic and toyed with the idea of fighting each other for real for purely academic reasoning. Each was reluctant to do this most violent task,but for a master's degree, they would have no other choice. The two women set a time and place, picked out identical clothing to make it as even as possible, and prepared for the day.
Jill and Meg kept this encounter secret from their husbands and children. They planned the meeting with utmost cunning. On the day of their encounter, Meg and Jill sent their husbands and kids off to work and school, and donned their fighting clothes. Each would wear pullover knit tops,bluejeans,two padded bras,thick white sweatsocks and sneakers.
Meg arrived as Jill was unlocking the door to the garage that her cousin had set up for excersising. Since her cousin was out of town for the week and she had a key, this would suit them to a tee. The garage was spacious enough to hold two cars, but instead had equipment stored in a small area and a large mat on the floor. They strolled inside, locking the door behind them. Meg eyed Jill's sneakers and they decided that the differences in them would render the contest uneven. Jill's were hightoped, Meg's were low cut. They unlaced them and took the sneakers off, opting to fight in just their socks.
Jill and Meg stood silent and waited to see how they should start. After some thought, they simply moved to each other and grasped on with loose embraces. The hesitant fighters began to grapple around the mat in a friendly manner at first. Closing together in a tighter fashion now, they began squeezing in an upper body double bearhug. The women grunted lightly as they swayed from side to side in this lockup.
Meg and Jill moved their arms higher and grasped each other in headlocks, bending together and stumbling in a wide arch. Jill got her leg around Meg's and thrust her to the floor. Before they resumed she said,"We're not catfighting we're wrestling." Meg reluctantly acknowledged and the two women prepared to carry the fight to the next plain. They sighed in unisin and moved to meet again. This time, Meg and Jill reached for each others' hair and began pulling lightly at first. They chirped in discomfort as their hands explored the blonde targets that they were attacking. Meg and Jill moved about the room and pulled harder with each circle they made.
Meg's eyes teared as she grasped her opponent's lockes and twisted them, causing Jill to cry out in pain. Now Jill's eyes filled with liquid as she fought back with twisting movements of her own. The women were now fighting for real, each trying to beat the other. Meg balled her fist and hurled it into Jill's breasts. The struck woman gasped and thrust her own right fist back into the padded bra of her foe. They stayed locked in each others' hair with one hand while they battered away with the other into their padded bras. Anger filled each woman now and they battled with hate and rage.
Meg broke off the conflict and shoved Jill to the floor. She tried to catch her breath but Jill lurched into her and tackled her down into a torrent of violent female fury. They fought with everything they could think of. Hair pulling ripped at scalps,punches battered soft skin,feet kicked out at anything they could strike. The women sobbed as they fought on the floor. Jill kneed Meg in her stomach and that broke them apart for a rest.
They glared at each other as they sat exhausted and battered on the floor. Meg spoke in a sobbing,breathless plea,"One more go at each other and we can call it quits". Jill answered with a labored,"Okay."
Meg and Jill struggled to their feet and fell onto each other. They grasped together and fell in short order. Both rolled in slow motion, locked together in a tangled mess of bodies. They entwined their legs tightly and went for breast mauling now. Jill and Meg held onto each other as they twisted and pulled at each other's mammeries. The fight had lasted thirty minutes,the women layed locked together almost motionless except for the slight hand movements. They groaned painfully in each others' ears as they layed together on the mat. "Enough", came from Jill's lips as she pushed her opponent away from her. Meg released her grasp and they cried there on the floor as the women laced on their sneakers and left the garage. Both women received A+s on their projects.
The End Okay...now a story suggested by a reader...Paul.
The Rock and Rolling Van
Among the thousands of rock fans at the concert that day,the two arguing women were hardly noticed. They were each in their twenties with long,brown hair,slim builds,tall,and pretty. The quarrel was over a spilled drink. An outside event in the fall,a stained blanket,the seventies,you get the idea. They reached the point of shoving each other,while still seated,and realizied that any further action would attract attention that was unwanted. They agreed to go to the van of one of the gals and continue their encounter.

The two made their way through the large crowd and out to the van that was parked in the makeshift parking area...a meadow...for the outdoor concert. Neither spoke as they walked to their small,concealed arena. On reaching the van,the gal who owned it unlocked the door and slid into the driver's seat. She reached over and unlocked the passenger door,allowing her opponent to slide inside next to her. Both gals locked the doors and the owner instructed her foe to remove her boots. Each had worn calf high boots over their jeans and the van's interior of plush carpet would be better suited for shoeless combat. Each gal pulled off their boots and moved to the rear of the van. Blue jeans,white tops,and white socks met in the closed area to fight.
Each gal waited in kneeling readiness as they eyed each other over for the final seconds before beginning. White teeth clenched as they glared and kneeled face to face,breast to breast,nose to nose. Hands were balled into fists and they moved them in front of their faces in a defensive fashion. With delicate sighs they began.
A jab shot into Karen's face. She squeeled out and shot a jab back at Jean's. They paused for a moment,fists still up in front of their faces. A hard jab flew at Karen and plowed into her lip. It fattened quickly. She threw a jab back into Jean's cheek,reddening it. Now both gals launched into each other with jabs from all fists in rapid succession. They chirped out as their knuckles rammed into their soft faces. Both still kneeled closely together as they didn't have room to move too far from each other. Fists jabbed away with thwacks and thuds as they fought in this tight fist fight. Karen launched a roundhouse that slammed into Jean's side,bending her slightly to one side. She propped herself up with her left hand on the floor and swung her right into Karen's stomach. Karen lurched forward onto Jean and they keeled over onto the floor,wrapping each other up tightly in grapevined entanglements of arms and legs. Hands reached into hair and pulled with angry lust. Socks locked against socks and wrestled each other in grueling vibrations. The gals rolled slightly but stayed on their sides,front to front. Each cried out as hair pulled to painful limits. Legs battled in a knot of entanglement and locked them in this struggle of close combat. They swayed gently but inflicted violent acts on each other as they fought in this war of women. Karen released one hand and pummeled her opponent's side as her foe returned the move and battered away. They layed there and flailed away in sobbing conflict. Jean cried out and tried to get on top but Karen held her off and they struggled side by side. Breasts were aimed at and struck now as the battle turned fierce. Alternating between faces and breasts, close punches pummeled into their delicate bodies. They held each other in a desperate grip,neither willing to stop or give up. They fought on into a sweaty battle of wills. Each wanted to stop now but neither would until victorious.
The action slowed to a snail's pace,punches barely landing with any force. Hair only held now,not pulled, and legs locked together but not straining any more. Karen and Jean sobbed as they pleaded to each other to give up. They layed motionless now,still wrapped together in combat but not attacking. With some effort,Karen managed to roll Jean over and layed prone on top of her. The battle was soon over. She pleaded one last time to Jean to give up and she did. Jean crawled out of the van,boots in hand,as Karen struggled into the driver's seat and pulled away.
The End
Another reader's idea....with alittle twist from me.
Family Feud We were assigned to mounted patrol on this beautiful spring day. Our steeds pranced as we rode through the city,insuring order to the masses. We were flagged down by a citizen who informed us of impending trouble in the outstretch part of town. A scatter of homes were out there and being within the city limits, it was part of our patrol area. We headed off on the ten minute ride and reached the location without being noticed. Pausing a distance away from the home in question, we held our position and watched. No laws being broken here...yet.
A mother and daughter were at the entrance of the home,arguing loudly about the daughter's escapades of the evening before. The daughter appeared to be a teenager...about eighteen. The mother...about thirtyfive. Each was dressed in white day gowns, common for fair weather at home attire, and sandles.
The arguing grew louder with arm waving and finger pointing as the two stood nose to nose. The mother shoved her daughter who shoved back, leading to a shoving match between the two that moved them to the front area of the property. The daughter stepped into a hard slap from her mother, which spun her around. The mother latched onto her hair from behind, and began to pull her from side to side. The daughter turned into her mother and hauled off with a hard right punch which thudded into her mother's stomach. The mother gasped out as she fell forward and landed on her knees. The daughter cocked back her right again and slammed her fist into her mother's cheek. A thwack echoed out as the mother went down. Without hesitation,the daughter leaped onto the prone woman and started a ground struggle that brought both women to a hairpulling,punching, wrestling match all over the front yard. They fought clasped together in a torrent of female fury that had both schreiking out with each punch and pull. They rolled now,first the mother,then the daughter on top. When in the top position the fighter slammed her fists into the foe's upper body area. The mother and daughter traded places on the bottom position as they fought across the grass. They locked their legs together in a squeezing mass of torture and wrestled in a furious way. Their day gowns exposed most of their legs as they paid no attention to the rising garments.
The daughter rolled to her side and clamped a side headlock on her struggling mother. With her free hand, the daughter slammed her fist at her mother's face, bruising it in many places. The mother elbowed her way out and leaped onto her daughter, gouging at her face with her manacured hands. The daughter screamed out as she fought back with all she could use. Punches,hair pulling,kicking and scratching erupted between the two battlers. They traded assault for assault as we watched from our vantage point. They ripped their garments in the ground struggle,exposing their backs and shoulders in the ensuing battle.
Each had now grown exhausted from the heavy fighting,and they slowed to a hair pulling,leg wrestle on the ground. We counted up the charges each would receive and waited for the fight to end. Might as well let them finish since each would be spending some time in a cell. We moved closer as they wrapped each other up in mutual bearhugs and squeezed the breath out of each other. Their legs continued to wrestle in a slow,tight squeezing contest. As we approached the two, the daughter cried out her surrender. They released each other to the surprise of us staring down at them from our mounts. Each sobbed now at the realization of being locked up for public fighting. I looked at my partner and he looked back and winked. Without saying a word, we slowly turned our mounts towards the city and rode slowly off. Ahh, just another day of routine patrol in my favorite city in the empire... Rome...15...BC.
The End
The drawing is not mine...nice work! As soon as I dig up a name...credit will be shown. The pics are from a British Womens' Wrestling Magazine...I have a few still locked away in a box somewhere....my favorite female wrestlers...the Brits...Akala Jan...my ultimate favorite...I love the wrestling gear she wore...especially the thick socks and shiny tights. Hello Akala...wherever you are!!! Double Trouble Productions...Great Stuff...I have a few of their tapes...
Fighting With Denise
She was new to the office,a husky gal in her early thirties. What God had given her in brains,was missed when it came to looks. She was a homely lass but beauty is in the eye of the beholder I'm told. Her job required answering the phone lines at the front desk. As a driver for the company, whenever I called in with a question or problem, she was first to answer and then would transfer me to dispatch or customer service. As time went by, she got used to my wild antics of calling in. Whenever the past operators would answer the phone,"Good morning, American Trucking,how may I help you?", I'd say stuff like,"I'd like to order two large pizzas or "How would you like a punch in the nose?!",speaking like a drunk....stuff like that. She'd laugh,we'd talk for a few minutes,and then it was back to business. On this one day, I answered with, "Ya wanna wrestle?" She replied,"Sure,but you'll probably get back here too late,I'm outta here at five!" Once more we laughed and carried on. The next time I said,"Hey, you wanna fight?" To my amusement she answered, "Okay, tell you what...when you get back to the office,let me know and I'll take you on!" I practically fell outta my seat with that. I answered,"Okay,I'll do that!" She laughed again and we went back to work.
When I hit the terminal that day,I logged out and got changed outta my uniform,forgetting the day's banter between me and Denise. She didn't. As I was about to head out of the door to the parking lot,she slid up behind me and brushed against me in a gentle nudge. I smelled her perfume and turned to find her arm softly around me. She asked if I still wanted to fight her and I paused for an instant,bemused by this and not sure of what to say. I smiled at her and put my arm around her waist, answering with,"What fight?" She smiled back warmly and replied,"You know,you and me are supposed to fight after work today, remember?" I asked her if she really wanted to to this with me and she seemed to almost beg me to fight her. "What the hell",I said,"why not". She beamed as soon as the words left my mouth. Her shoulder length light brown hair fluttered in the breeze as she instructed me to meet her around the side of the building, which was hidden from sight of all,in ten minutes,her quitting time. I agreed and left to think this out. Since I was already changed into a tee shirt,shorts,sneakers and white socks,I was dressed for the fight,but what was she going to wear,I thought. She had been in a floral print dress,flat soled black slip on shoes and pantyhose in the office,not too well suited for fighting in. Maybe she had a change of clothes in her car?
I took up a position in the hidden area and waited. Checking to make sure that it was in deed hidded from the rest of the world,it was. Ten minutes passed... fifteen...twenty...now I began to feel fooled by all this. She wasn't going to fight. It was all part of our banter between us. My face went red from embarassment as I played the fool in this little game.
Just as I was about to start the long walk back to civilisation,she came bounding around the corner in the distance, still in her office clothes. She appoligized for being "late" and assured me that she was eager to fight me. I looked at her attire and said,"In those?" She answered,"Sure,give me a minute!" With that,she began removing her rings,bracelets,earrings,and watch. I stood frozen in time as I watched this female ritual unfold before me. A buldge began to form in my shorts as I watched her pudgey fingers perform the task of removing all that was glitter from her body,revealing a honed down woman wearing only that which was necessary for her to fight. I must admit that I too have pudgey fingers. We both had a slight weight problem but were equal in size and height. Her hair was now pulled back loosely but not in a ponytail,just a scrunchy thing holding the back part together and hanging down. After she had placed her glitters out of the way,she turned and faced me.
"Ready",she asked? "Yes",I answered. To my surprise,she balled up those pudgey fingers into fists and moved out to meet me. I instinctivly responded in kind and now we moved to each other,fists up and ready to fight. We met in the grass and began to jab at each other straight on and without circling. Our shoes touched together at the toes as we jabbed at each other's bodies and faces. Our pudgey knuckles barely struck with any force as we lightly fought the opening seconds in slow motion. I sensed excitement in her eyes and body language as she stood right in front of me and didn't move one way or the other. We just stood front to front and lightly jabbed with one fist while covering up with the other. Occasionaly she stepped back a step and took a deep breath before resuming the fight. Then she'd step into me again and continue the jabbing moves. We fought like this for ten minutes, neither doing any damage to the other, and it almost seemed like a play fight. Ya go through the motions but ya don't really connect hard at all. More like touching your fists to your opponent's body.
A change in the action took place when Denise pushed herself against me and grabbed on into a tight clinch. I followed suit and we clinched together in a mesh of perfume and sweat. Her hair laid against my cheek as we lightly struggled in a slow schuffeling motion,moving slowly along the grass. I felt her pantyhosed leg wrap itself around my bare leg and hiss at it slid up and down against it. At this point, she moaned and began to punch me in the mid section. Hardly feeling the blows, I responded with the same tactic and now we fought a body punching duel, still locked together with our free arms and our legs. I heard myself moan and then heard her moaning again. Sweat flowed freely from us as we struggled in a wide circle now, punching into each others' bodies. I felt the sock on my entrapped leg sliding downward as her attacking leg kept up it's assault. I felt her punches gaining power as moaned more and gasped for breath. I increased my punches slightly and she held me even tighter with that move. As we fought on along the side of the building I sensed her breathing wasn't from the fighting itself but the body to body contact caused by the fighting. My buldge grew even larger as we pressed together in this ballet of fist against fist. Her punches increased in numbers and force as her breathing increased along with them. She brought her other arm into action and leaned against me,punching with both hands now. I did the same and we fought with lefts and rights against each other. Sides,chests and stomachs were attacked but still not anywhere near full force. She backed me into the wall and we locked into a double clinch again,with her pressing against me tightly. Her moans turned to shreiks and her face was buried in my shoulder as we stood pressed together against the wall. With one gasp and loud moan,she shuddered and exploded with a deep thunder against me. I erupted at the same time and we held each other for a minute before we stopped the fight. Good thing I wore that condem.
The End
Battle of the Jungle Queens
An idea from Mr.Bear Hug
Their bruised and battered armies had returned from the latest battle with no winners declared. Both tribes had been at war for two months and each army was down to but a few able bodied soldiers. The tribes themselves were small in number and deep in the African jungle. Their armies had fought with crude knives and spears, causing much damage to either side. Large sticks also played a cruel role in the combat. Skull smashing was the purpose for these at close range combat, and they proved a favorite by both sides.
The tribes were each ruled by queens...their kings having been killed in the early fighting. On each throne sat large women, muscles rippling and hard from years of hard toiling and burdens of the tribal life. They fumed at having their armies in total chaos from the ficious battles that had raged at their command. Each screamed insults at their battered generals and both thought about their next moves.
Messengers were sent from both tribes with notes for the opposing queens. Each queen read her note and sent an answer to her rival. The notes read exactly the same...I challenge you to settle the war between our tribes. I will meet you alone and unarmed in the sunrise clearing at dawn. Their answers also read alike...I accept your challenge and will show you no mercy.
The entire tribe watched as the muscular queens trodded off to meet each other in a one on one final. Their bodies glistened in the predawn light as their large muscles rippled through their skimpy bra tops and loin cloths.
As they stepped into the clearing...each dark skinned amazon queen glared at the other. They removed their tribal ornaments from their bodies and placed them to the edge of the clearing. Sandels were removed from their feet next and they stood facing each other...hair loose and dangling from their heads.
With deep sighs, each stepped into battle...certain that only one of them would leave the clearing alive. With pause, the queens grasped each other in tight upper body locks! Their huge muscles strained against each other as they fought in a close circle, grunting and groaning under the pressure of deadly embraces. Queen Fatle lowered her huge arms to Queen Arluk's mid section, crushing her into a grueling bearhug. Queen Fatle lowered her arms to meet her opponent's and bearhugged her back. They struggled violently in a wide circle, straining body to body as the sun rose slowly in the east. Each began to sweat from the tight embraces each had clamped onto the other.
Queen Fatle leaned forward and bent her opponent back...causing them to stumble. They lumbered into a bordering tree and broke apart. Both queens wiped the sweat from their brows and prepared to clash again. Once more they lumbered into each other and whacked together into another fierce body to body lockup! The women struggled furiously about the clearing and cursed as they fought. A sharp knee to queen Arluk's groin brought the large woman to her knees. Queen Fatle had to follow her down as she could not hold the woman up. Now on their knees...they continued to squeeze the breath out of each other in crushing bearhugs. They leaned their heads onto each others' necks and fought tightly together.
The women stayed locked together for what seemed like forever...moaning and gasping as they strained to crush each other. Queen Arluk bit into her opponent's shoulder, her teeth sinking into the screaming woman's soft flesh! Payback for the knee to her groin. Queen Fatle returned the favor and clamped her teeth onto her opponent's shoulder! Like two snarling wildcats, they fought each other locked with teeth and bearhugs. Each screamed out as they continued to inflict damage to each others' shoulders and ribs.
The exhausted women swayed from side to side before rolling down to the ground, still locked together by their biting and bearhugs. Now, they wrapped their legs together into a double leg scissors, crushing each other even further! They stayed motionless on the ground, fighting for breath and fighting to stay alive! Blood flowed from their wounds as sweat flowed down their bodies.
The women rolled slowly and cruelly together, crying and snarling as they bit into each other and squeezed with all their might. A sickening cracking sound arose from their entangled bodies. Each woman shuddered in a mass of muscular conflict. They released their teeth from each other and gasped drastically, gulping in air as they relaxed their crushing holds on each other. With a dreadful cry, queen Fatle grasped her rival's throat and in her last attempt to win, strangled her opponent until she moved no more. The injured queen Fatle struggled to her feet and limped back to her tribe,ending the war. Two days later...she died...from crushed ribs...as her opponent had suffered.
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