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The image below was an account of a duel between two sisters. They fought to the death...the eldest sister was killed.

The image below was a duel that was one of the most unusual duels ever fought out. It was between ex-lovers...the woman challenged the man who had dumped her for another to fight...the outcome not known.

The image below appears to be a photo capture from a tourist. Must have been in "Battlecreek Michagin"...LOL!

Well...if these don't inspire me to write a new story...nothing does! Hold onto your hats!

The Duel
It had been a rauchus breakup. Complete with lies, desceptions, and name calling. The cad had been playing two women at once and denied any wrong doing to both when he was finally caught. The one lass simply wept and faded into memory. But the other lass had other intentions for the cheating lout. After hours of heartbreak and tears, she had decided to make him pay for his mistreatment of her affection and love.
The note arrived by messenger to his doorstep. He accepted the envelope and opened it, having recognized the writing as his ex-lover's, Genevieve. It read: Dear Lout, After having given you my undying love, you have seen fit to humiliate and embarrass me to great sorrow. I have thought about ending my life over your cruel treatment of me, but have decided to seek other actions instead. I Genevieve do challenge you, Alfredo, to a duel. A duel to be fought with rapiers of equal strength and deadly capabilities. A duel to be fought out until one of us is unable to fight. A duel to the death.
Alfredo pondered the startling notice and decided it would be the upright thing to do. He sent his acceptance note to her and waited for notice of the time and place.
Soon after he received another note from Genevieve which stated: We shall meet at dawn in the location of the Meadow Fountaine. You are to come alone as will I. You may choose your rapier from the two I will bring to the field of honor. We will begin on your sign and will fight with said rapiers until one of us has been rendered dead by the other. If one of us should become dissarmed in the course of battle, the duel will continue in kind, combatants being allowed any means possible to win.
Dawn arrived as Genevieve waited patiently at Meadow Fountaine. She peered across the huge grassy area where she and Alfredo would soon be locked in mortal combat. Her hair pulled back into a ponytail, fastened with a yellow ribbon of velvet, she adjusted her dress and checked her highbuttoned shoes. Her ribbed tights of white kept her long legs warm in the pre-dawn light.
A case held both rapiers, opened for inspection by both combatants. Alfredo arrived and fumbled with his shirt of white, tucking it into his brown trousers. He checked the laces of his hightopped brown shoes and pulled up his heavy white socks.
Genevieve glared at him and pointed to the case which held the deadly rapiers. He moved to it and drew out his choice. She motioned him away and lifted the weapon out of it's case. They each inspected the sharp weapons and nodded their approval. With that, Genevieve and Alfredo moved to the field of combat.
They lifted their weapons in a final salute and lowered them slowly, pointing them at each other. With that, they moved towards each other and began. The dueling pair of ex-lovers began slowly. A stern look on Genevieve's face, she circled her ex-lover and watched him as he watched her...circling like deadly animals...waiting to strike out.
Genevieve lashed out and swung her rapier with a quick slash that Alfredo's shirt sleeve,ripping it. He scowled at her aggressivness and sprung forward to strike her straight on to her stomach. She swung her weapon down and across in time to deflect the strike and followed through with a sharp thrust of her own. It cut into Alfredo's side, leaving a small hole and a minor wound. He had backed away just in time to avoid a deeper penetration. A small sign of blood showed through his shirt as he circled Genevieve. She paused to regroup and moved with her opponent when she saw him coming closer.
With lightning speed, Alfredo struck the lass with a harsh jab that cut into her shoulder. The wound was shallow and small as she had turned away from it to avoid the sharp rapier. She swung out at Alfredo's weapon and struck it away from her, as he moved to inflict a second strike on her. A small trace of blood now appeared from Genevieve's shoulder as she moved with Alfredo in a tight circle.
The ex-lovers paused once more and stood facing each other with stern looks of anger. Their rapiers slowly circling the air in front of them,they stepped into each other and unleashed a barrage of attacks and counter attacks that saw them fight their way into a heated exchange of cold steel colliding with cold steel. They swung out at each other and blocked the attacks with furious anger. Genevieve and Alfredo stood battering away at each other with wide swings of their rapiers, their feet firmly planted in one spot. The battling pair tried time after time to cut into their opponent's flesh but most strikes were blocked and countered without much bodily contact.
A few strikes did hit their marks rendering Alfredo with two more minor cuts to his arms and Genevieve with three light cuts to her arm,chest, and side. They stood and became locked into a clinch of sorts, rapiers held high above them,arms grasping each others' arms to hold off any further attacks, body to body. Genevieve cursed her opponent as Alfredo thrust himself against her. They glared into each others' eyes and struggled against each other, hate in their eyes.
Genevieve pushed herself hard into Alfredo and unlocked the clinch. She quickly swung her weapon and sliced into Alfredo's cheek. He gasped as he felt the cold blade whisk through his skin, felt the warm flow of blood down his face. He became enraged and launched into Genevieve with wild abandon. The lass stumbled into him at first and fought him furiously, strike for strike. They battled across the grass, kicking up dust as they went. Each received numerous blows as they fought, but all were minor scratches, causing little blood letting.
Alfredo and Genevieve backed off and paused for a moment, gasping for breath. Alfredo's shirt was torn and tattered, as was Genevieve's upper area of her dress. Both duelists sweat heavily and each appeared fatigued from the last round of combat. They surveyed the damage to each, numerous small cuts to their upper bodies, Alfredo's cheek the worst, Geneviev's chest second. Just below her breasts, the lass had taken a number of strikes that turned her tattered dress top to pink. They waited and swayed in place from the fracus.
Genevieve weeped as she attacked Alfredo again. They met in heated exchange and fought once again in a rapid exchange of rapiers. This time, Genevieve and Alfredo fought with harsh results. They each received numerous strikes on each other, causing blood stained garments to hang loosly about them. They moved about the meadow with swinging rapiers and cried out with each strike received.
Once more, Genevieve and Alfredo moved in close and clinched together. The pair struggled to release their armed hand and inflict the fatal blow, but held on. Their struggle caused them to stagger about like two angry bulls. They bumped and ground against each other as Genevieve wept and Alfredo sighed. In a flash, Alfredo unleashed a knee to Genevieve's groin! It slammed deep into her womanhood! The lass screamed out as the pain coursed through her. As she began to drop to her knees, Alfredo raised his rapier and prepared to run her through at her heart. He pulled his arm back and stepped forward at the lass who was now on her knees. Just as he was about to plunge his rapier into her heart, Genevieve was able to plunge her rapier upward and into Alfredo's stomach. He bellowed as he fell to his knees opposite Genevieve. She twisted it with a cruel look on her now cut and bleeding face as Alfredo struggled to strike her once more. His thrust plunged into her side, missing her heart. She screamed again as the blade entered her soft body. Genevieve pulled her rapier from Alfredo's body and plunged it back into him, striking his lung! He gasped and shuddered as the air left his lung. His rapier fell to his side as Genevieve pulled it out and thrust it back into him. This time, putting him out of his misery, she struck his heart and the defeated male fell dead into her bloody arms. Genevieve shoved him away and watched his lifeless body fall to rest in the meadow grass.
She sobbed freely as she struggled to her feet and began the long walk home. Genevieve took one last look at the cad who had broken her heart. Now she had broken his...for good!
The End

A REAL FIST FIGHT from a reader...LISA. Sound's like a gorgous gal to me, guys!
MY NAME IS LISA. I AM 24 ABOUT 5 FT 7 WITH LONG BLOND HAIR BLUE EYES AND LIGHT BROWN FRECKLES ON MY FACE. THE LAST FIGHT I WAS IN WAS WITH A GIRL NAMED LEE.SHE WAS 5 FT 5 WITH BROWN HAIR BLUE EYES AND LIGHT FRECKLES. I HEARD SHE WAS GETTING TOO FREINDLY WITH MY BOY FREIND WHO I HAVE BEEN WITH FOR 4 YEARS. I ENDED UP SEEING HER AT A SMALL BAR IN TOWN. I WAS WITH MY FREINDS SO WE SAT IN THE CORNER. WHEN THE BAR TENDER WENT TO THE KITCHEN I WENT OVER TO LEE AND THE FIRST THING SHE SAID WAS HOW IS YOUR BOY FREIND? I GRABBED HER BY HER HAIR AND YANKED HER OFF THE STOOL. AS SHE STUMBLED BACK I THREW A HARD PUNCH TO HER LEFT EYE. IT WAS ALREADY TURNING PURPLE AS SHE GOT ON HER FEET. SHE STARTED THROWING PUNCHES AT ME LANDING ONLY A COUPLE. I BLOCKED MOST OF THEM. I KNEW LEE COULD FIGHT GOOD SO I KEPT MY GUARD UP. SHE GOT CLOSE TO ME AND KICKED MY KNEE. I SLUMPED DOWN AND SHE GOT LUCKY AND SLAMMED HER FIST INTO MY EYE. I FELL BACK AND SHE PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE A COUPLE MORE TIMES. I PULLED ON HER HAIR KNOCKED HER OVER AND HELD HER HEAD DOWN WITH MY LEFT HAND AND PUNCHED HER FACE WITH MY RIGHT. THE BAR TENDER KICKED US OUT AND I LEFT WITH MY FREINDS. I SAW HER BRUISED FACE. I HAD A BRUISED CHEEK BONE FAT LIP AND THE SKIN AROUND MY EYE WAS BLACK AND BLUE. IT WAS A GOOD FIST FIGHT I'LL NEVER FORGET.I HOPE TO SEE MORE REAL FIGHT STORIES. YOU HAVE A GREAT SITE!
Another true fight story from a reader!
The Basement Boxing Match or...Coming of Age
Sent in by Len.
Coming of Age: The Fight Myra was a cute blond. In Junior High, she became my first real girl friend, my first date, and with whom I shared my first passionate kiss. But, the passion quickly waned in our immaturity. By high school, we hardly ever saw each other as we drifted in o different clicks. In those days, I used to hang out in a gym on the East Side of town after school that had boxing and martial arts instruction. I really got into boxing, but due to a knee injury, I had limited side to side mobility. I finally had a few amateur bouts, but mateur rules were a handicap to me. If an opponent was willing to slug it out I had a distinct advantage, and if they came forward expecting me to retreat I could really hurt them with counter punches. However, if they boxed and danced all around me, my k ee kept me from cutting off the ring. I had to knock someone’s head off to win, but they could jab and run and pile up points. I knew I could never become a serious fighter, but I would always remain in love with the sport and had a gym full of boxing equ pment in my basement. I grew up in the sixties. In High School, I had a serious crush on a girl named Jacqueline. She was a thin dark haired girl who reminded me of my favorite TV actress, Diana Rigg, of the Avengers. I was so smitten that I actually wrote love poetry to her, but she made it clear that we could only be friends. I was heart broken. We were always in the same classes, and hanging with the same friends. Always together, but always apart. One spring day, when we were Juniors, several of our group were having lunch at the local bad burger joint. I overheard Jackie telling one of the girls that she had strong feeling for a boy named John. John wasn’t a member of our group. He was a hot shi musician who could play several instruments, and was trying to put together a rock band. He had a string of groupies and bragged that he had sex with all of them. However, he did have one steady girl friend, Myra. It began as a fantasy, with me plotting to use the two girls against each other, basically so I could end up with one of them myself. I first made sure that Myra knew that Jackie was after her boy friend. I even plotted to get John and Jackie together at party that I knew Myra couldn’t attend. I even made sure that the music they danced to was slow syrupy Motown (I was the DJ). Jackie turned everything she had on John and he melted. However, I knew the good little Italian Catholic girl wouldn’t have sex with him. This drove him wild, and he wanted her all the more. Meanwhile, I was informing Myra about every development. When John told her he could not see her anymore, she went ballistic. Ironically, she went around school denouncing the Virgin Jackie as a slut, when she was the one who put out to John, (not to mention a few other guys.) Jackie was furious with the scandalous lies that Myra kept telling about her. I not only made sure that Jackie heard each slander, but I embellished them to make her even madder. Finally Jackie told me she was going to kick that tramps butt, but she wasn’t sure how to challenge her. I told her that I could take care of the arrangements. I met with Myra, and told her that Jackie wanted to fight her. Myra only wanted to know where and when so she could kick the boyfriend stealer’s ass. I suggested my basement, after school (since both my parents worked late). I told her to bring her gym lothes. Then I went to Jackie, and told her that Myra would be waiting for her at my house. I told her to bring her gym clothes too. One corner of the basement at my house was sectioned off as a small family room. It had a wooden floor a couple of inches above the concrete that was covered with a heavy rug. In another corner was my gym with a weight bench, a heavy and a speed bag, abo t 250 pounds of free weights, and two pairs of eight-ounce boxing gloves. The girls arrived about five minutes apart. Mrya pealed off her jeans to reveal pink gym shorts with matching pink anklets and white tennis shoes. Jackie revealed navy blue shorts w th black anklets and also had white tennis shoes. Both girls wore white tee shirts and no bras (it was the sixties). Both were thin, about 110 to 115 pounds with small but hard breasts. In the excitement of the moment, both were sporting rock hard nippl s, but not as hard as my penis had gotten. I moved a couch and a TV out of the family room. The girls were pumped to do some scratching and hair pulling when I suggested some “rules,” to their fight. I explained that I did not want to either to suffer a serious injury, so I asked them to consider wearing the boxing gloves. Neither wanted to do so at first, but after Jackie protested, Myra shot off her mouth that Jackie was chicken, so they agreed to the gloves. Next I got them to agree not to kick each other (though that would be tough to enforc ) not to rabbit punch, and not to hit the opponent if she went down. I told them I would enforce these rules, but everything else was legal. I asked if they wanted me to keep rounds so they could rest periodically. They just stared at each other and basic lly told me that wanted to fight until one was in a coma. I told them I would give them a minute to stretch and loosen up their muscles. After about ninety seconds, I motioned them to the center of the room and wished them success in beating the crap out of each other. Jackie surprised me by throwing the first punch, a weak right hook to Myra’s stomach. Myra returned a weak jab to Jackie’ forehead. It was obvious they knew nothing little about boxing and nothing about defense. At first, all they could throw was arm punches. When Jackie went high to Myra’s face, Myra would throw a punch to Jackie’s breast or stomach. When Myra threw a punc to Jackie’s face, Jackie would go low, sometimes even to Myra’s crotch. After five straight minute’s of activity, even eight-ounce gloves begin to feel like lead. They were both tiring. Myra showed some puffy redness to her right cheek and eye, while Jackie had a fat and bleeding lower lip. Both were breathing hard, but neit er was really hurt. I suggested a minute of rest, and neither objected. When they started again, Myra missed with a roundhouse right, but Jackie threw a left over the top that landed between Myra’s eyes. The combined momentum created the first hard punch of the fight and Myra had to back off to recuperate. I urged Jackie to take advantage of the situation but all she could do is throw a couple of her crotch shots. This was enough to bring Myra’s hands down however, and Jackie through an overhand right tha smashed Myra’s left breast. Myra let out a moan. She still had a lot of fight in her, but clearly the punch had hurt. After Jackie threw a couple of light jabs to Myra’s right eye, Myra threw a wild right hook to Jackie’s crotch. Jackie felt that one and noticeably exhaled. She bac ed off and Myra jumped after her. After a three punch combination to Jackie’s breasts, she kicked Jackie’s right thigh, causing her to fall to the rug. She threw but missed a right hook at the fallen girl, and I had to pull her off, calling a foul. I gave Jackie about 30-40 seconds to get up and recuperate, but she would limp the rest of the fight. When I called on them to resume, both threw overhand rights that connected. Both landed to the forehead, but Jackie’s punch had more force and Myra staggered backward. Jackie rushed her, backed her up to the wall and began to repeatedly knee her in the gr in until Myra toppled over. Since there had been no rule against kneeing your opponent, I began to count. However, I wanted the fight to continue, so I counted very slowly, while holding Jackie off her fallen opponent. Myra use every second to get to her feet, using swear words I didn’t think girls knew. Once Myra set her feet into a boxer’s stance I let Jackie go. Jackie charged again, but this time Myra kneed her. Both girls backed off to catch their breath, then cautiously returned to the center of the room. After a few jabs, both began throwing wild hooks and overhand punches. They finally began putting more of heir bodies behind each punch. After a couple of minutes of wicked fisticuffs, they both staggered backwards. They each had blooded the other’s nose. Sweating hard their tee shirts were now transparent. That was when I felt the ejaculation in my pants. I uggested another rest period and they agreed. Myra’s right eye was now half closed and both were turning purple. Jackie had a slight cut over her prominent left cheekbone and she was holding her left breast which had been severely hammered. After two minutes, I called them back to the center of the room. Jackie beat Myra to the punch again, this time landing a hard right to her opponents nose. Myra closed her eyes for a moment and backed off holding up her left arm as though it held a shield Jackie jumped forward and landed a right to the jaw, just hard enough to put Myra on her ass. Again, I had to hold Jackie off as I slowly counted. Myra got up quickly enough, but she was now bleeding heavily from her nose. For a moment, I began to worr how I would be manage to clean the rug. The girls circled warily. Jackie began a long series of left jabs, landing only occasionally above Myra’s eyes, but forcing her to backpedal all over the room. Finally, a cornered Myra knew she had to turn on all er reserves and fight back. They began throwing furious arm punches, then some wild hooks, and finally Myra snuck in an uppercut that caught Jackie’s left cheek. Jackie hit the floor hard. The cut cheek was bleeding badly now and she was having trouble beating my slow count to ten. he had red welts above both eyes, and was still dripping blood from both nose and mouth. Meanwhile, Myra had retreated to the far corner trying to compose herself, and praying Jackie could not beat the count. Her right eye was now reduced to a slit, and her left eyelid was almost as puffy. The blood from her own nose had colored her tee shirt Jackie barely beat the slow count, and was still wobbly. Myra asked her if she quit, but Jackie told her to go to hell. Myra slowly walked over to where Jackie was weaving. Although badly hurt, she was also playing possum. As Myra wound up a roundhouse, ackie threw a short right to Myra’s left eye, effectively closing it. Now nearly blind, Myra waived her hands about as if swatting at misquotes. Jackie began landing uncontested body shots that caused Myra to back into the wall. Bent over and holding her tomach, it was obvious that Myra could not continue, but before I could stop the slaughter, Jackie unleashed a hard right uppercut. Myra straightened up for a couple of seconds as blood trickled from her mouth. Then, Jackie followed up with another gut sh t, and Myra collapsed in the corner. I did not have to count. I rushed over to Myra to see how badly she was hurt. She lay there a good three or four minutes. Even Jackie was getting scared, fearing she had severely hurt her rival. It was obvious that both girls needed medical attention. Jackie would need several st tches to close the cut to her cheek. Myra spent the night in the hospital because of the concussion she suffered. Of course I was justly blamed by everyone for instigating, and setting up the fight. Two years later, after graduation, Jackie married John, who proudly showed off his wife’s cheek scar and bragged about the two women fighting over him as though he had been there to witness it. About a month after the fight, Myra devirginized me on the v ry bloodstained rug she fought on. That was almost as much fun as watching the fight.
The End
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