The Wrestling Match

[Catwacher]

Two thumbs up Kristin! I always try to learn something when a woman writes one of these tales. I want to feel the motivations, how the combatants think. Of course, sister versus sister fights are always hot, too! [img]tongue.gif[/img]

It's great to have you aboard and I hope to see more of your great work. [img]smile.gif[/img]

Cat

[MikeJV]

Hey, very nice work Kristen, loved the little twists, and all the detail. Never been to that site/forum ya mentioned so this was my 1st look at your work, i love it and hope to see much more! Idon't know if you've read it, but your style reminds me of another of my fav writers, Sega, tho i haven't seen any of his work in a few years.

Welcome to my board, it's great having another female writer of death matches here. (Jessika is the other)

MikeJV

[RiceBurninGirlie]

Hey there. I?m new to the board, and I?m glad to have found another message board that?s willing to accept female death type stories. If some of you were familiar with the text board on Femmegore.com, then you would know me as RiceBurninGirlie. If not, well, hi there to you guys. [img]smile.gif[/img] Here?s one story that I had lying around my computer and felt like posting on up. Name?s Kristin, by the way. [img]wink.gif[/img]

This story is about two girls in a wrestling match, but the wrestling match must end with one of the contestants being killed.

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The Wrestling Match

The arena was packed. The drama had just kept on building up to this night. People wanted to see this match. It was the conflict of a lifetime: two girls, one ring, only one live victor. That?s right. There was to be only one winner, and the loser cannot be breathing by the end of the match. People couldn?t wait, and now, the time has come for the match to finally start.

The two girls were already in the ring. In corner one, was Jessie Smith. She was a twenty-three-year-old blonde with a very thin stature. She had a slim figure all around, not built up at all, more like, petite. Though, she did have a nice and strong set of abs, as shown below the black sports bra worn over her bouncy 36C breasts. Meanwhile, those smooth and slender legs were covered from waist to just below the knee with a pair of black cotton/spandex capri pants that hugged her legs and tight little butt like a second layer of skin, the capris extending just below her knee, where her ankles were exposed down to her white socks and white sneakers.

Her opponent was Kristin Collantes. Miss Kristin was twenty-one-years-old, and was of Philippine descent, shown with her narrow ?eastern eyes,? and the natural tan skin hue all around her body. She was in the other corner, with similar body shape to Jessie?s, very petite and had fairly built abs. Her small and perky breasts were tucked into that black sports bra, which was small enough to show the short bulges from the breasts, and reveal her perky little tummy. Her bottoms consisted of a pair of those tan colored Danskin nylon footed ballet/dancing tights, which were pretty sheer at her midsection area; thus, a pair of black shiny spandex bloomer briefs was worn over the nylon crotch and seat of her tan nylon tights.

Sitting along ringside was Kristin?s younger sister, Tracey. Tracey was eighteen, and still a high school senior. She was sitting there in a seat beside the ring, looking up to watch over her sister. She was also petite like her older sister, and wore the usual teen attire. A pink attitude tee with ?Princess,? printed across the chest was her upper body wear, while over her midsection was that white cotton miniskirt that made sure her smooth legs were exposed to all. She brushed her smooth and layered brown locks extending from her head, extending just below her shoulders.

There was no referee in the ring for this match. The referee would be outside, and would only enter the ring when checking if the defeated one was actually dead. He sat in the chair outside, as he went over and rang the bell to indicate the start the match.

Jessie and Kristin slowly moved towards each other, hunched over a little as they tried to predict each other?s next movements. Kristin would make the first move, snatching a hold of Jessie by the straps of her sports bra. Taking a nice and tight grip of the sports bra, Kristin gave a good yank and threw Jessie to the floor, the blonde landing onto her stomach, then looking up at the Asian chick that threw her down. The crowd was going wild.

Jessie came on back, by getting back to her feet and running towards Kristin. Kristin was too busy gloating to the crowd before she noticed Jessie coming at her. ?OOF!? was what Kristin yelled out as she was speared against her gut by Jessie?s shoulder, Kristin?s sneaker-clad feet lifting off of the ground and her back falling flat onto the ring canvas. Jessie stayed sitting on top of Kristin?s belly, and brought her fists back and swung them forward onto the Filipina?s jaw, cracking shot after shot. A small string of blood began to stream down one side of her mouth after the hits.

Kristin shoved Jessie off of her by use of grabbing the once-straight blonde strands. She pulled Jessie down to the side, and did not let go of her grasp on Jessie?s hair. Lying beside Jessie, Kristin continued to bash Jessie?s head into the ring canvas, with Jessie?s spandex-clad legs kicking and flailing around. And Kristin finished her small assault by curling up her one hand into a fist, and then bringing it forward to thrust it into Jessie?s face, cracking it just above her jaw.

The tanned Asian girl stood up to her feet and looked over at her sister sitting there, flashing a smile towards her sis?. Tracey smiled back. Kris then looked back down at her opponent, and brought her foot back, before throwing it forward and slamming her sneaker clad foot against Jessie?s stomach. Jessie?s eyes widened as her body shook on impact, before her mouth gaped open and a spray of blood was coughed out from her lungs.

Jessie crawled over to the corner of the ring, where she turned and fell onto her butt, resting her back against the bottom turnbuckle. Kristin was quick to follow, and looked down at the damaged Jessie. Kris then bent down, extending her arm to let her fingers wrap around Jessie?s throat. Kristin then gripped, choking the blonde as she lifted her off of the ground. She pressed Jessie against the three turnbuckles, gripping her hold on the blonde and robbing the young girl of air.

Jessie began to shed tears, as she struggled to breathe. Further insult would add to injury, as Jessie began to involuntarily piss herself. Urine soaked through the crotch of her black cotton/spandex capris, before trickling on down her legs to cause a very dark wet spot to appear along her crotch and inner thighs. Kristin only laughed. It looked like this match was going to end early. But then, the crowd began to yell.

?OOOOF!? Kristin yelled as she felt a sharp pain in her midsection. She shut her eyelids and winched in pain as she released her hold on Jessie, who limply collapsed to the ground, and grabbed her crotch to try and relieve herself from the pain. She dropped to her knees, and wondered what the hell was going on. Her head turned to look behind her, and she saw her sister standing above her. Kristin widened her eyes. ?Why?? she asked Tracey as Tracey just shook her head.

Tracey grabbed Kristin by the ponytail of her long brown hair, yanking the twenty-one-year-old backwards onto her back. Tracey?s high heels then stopped onto Kristin?s tummy, and blood began to spray out from between her glossed lips. ?You were always mom and dad?s favorites. They never cared about me.?

Kristin held her stomach, flopping over onto her side as she tried to take in the pain. Tracey bent down and grabbed a hold of her sister?s ankles, covered by the tight and stretchy nylon of her tan ballet tights. She then dragged her older sister across the canvas, bringing her over to the side of the ring.

Tracey then imitated a move she saw on TV once. Tracey tied, yes tied, her sister?s arms to the two upper ropes along the boundaries of the ring. Kristin?s arms remained tangled in the two ropes, as her legs just lay limply with her body just ?hanging? there. Kristin stared up at her betraying sister, and watched as Jessie was back up to her feet. Tracey nodded to Jessie, and moved to the corner of the ring to watch Jessie do the rest.

Jessie first slapped Kristin across the cheek in an insulting manner to make up for Jessie?s urinating accident. Then, Jessie balled up her hand into a fist and punched Kris in her gut, blood continuing to pour from her mouth. Another fist was thrown, this time against Kristin?s jaw. Kristin was completely helpless on this attack. She tried to get her arms free, but they were tangled real well. Her nylon-clad legs kicked, but as if that would do anything.

Kristin began to panic. Her breathing rate jumped by over 100%, and she was concerned that she wouldn?t know what tomorrow would feel like. Jessie exited the ring for a second, and managed to get a hold of steel chair. She ?clapped? the chair against the canvas, as she prepared to smack Kristin with it. Jessie then lifted the chair, and threw her weight forward to shove the chair forward.

But the move was halted, as the chair was snatched out of Jessie?s hands. Tracey had interfered, and held the steel chair in her hands. Jessie looked at Tracey with that angry look on her face, demanding the chair back. Tracey, though was ordered by Jessie to attack Kristin, could not bear to watch her own sister continue to get clobbered helplessly.

Though Tracey had her moment of bravery there, Jessie was quick to answer, and answer with a spinning heel kick. Jessie?s sneaker did not hit Tracey directly, but hit made crushing impact on the steel chair, which in turn, smacked into Tracey?s face. The teenager was forced to the floor from the chair blow, falling onto her back as the chair flopped onto the canvas. Tracey?s white miniskirt had ridden up, revealing the white pair of panties she had on.

Jessie?s blood was pumping with fury, causing her to jump onto Tracey?s stomach. Jessie reached over, grabbing a hold of that folded up steel chair. She then took the narrow head of the chair, and pressed it against Tracey?s neck. Jessie?s eyes narrowed at the sight of the pleading teenager, and shook her head.

Kristin could only watch, as Jessie pressed the chair against Tracey?s throat. And she could only watch, and plead, ?NO!? as the chair was raised up. Kristin began to cry and wail as she saw the chair rise up. Then, in one depth move, Jessie brought the chair downward, smashing it against Tracey?s throat, CRUSHING it. All Kristin saw as the chair quickly get shoved downwards, followed by the one strong kick by both of Tracey?s bare legs, before flopping onto the ground in a limp manner. Piss began to pour out from her vagina, a dark wet spot appearing in the crotch of her white panties, and a dark spot appearing on the canvas below her crotch.

Something fell over Kristin. Something just made the girl snap. In a manner of seconds, Kristin?s arms freed themselves from the ropes. Hands were curled up into fists, and anger was just aching to be released.

Jessie just stood up, lightly kicking against Tracey?s limp corpse, turning the teenager onto her stomach. With her skirt still ridden up, Tracey?s standard-cut panties were still shown, the seat of them sopping wet with urine. Jessie smirked.

But Jessie did not realize Kristin broke free. Before she knew it, the anger-filled Filipina speared Jessie to the ground. Jessie could not comprehend her surroundings, only the continuous contacts of punches that Kristin threw against Jessie?s jaw. Jessie began to bleed... bleed badly. Kristin broke Jessie?s nose, and opened up several cuts on Jessie?s lips. Kris did not even have any sense when throwing the punches; her adrenaline and anger had taken over.

Kristin once again started to choke Jessie. This time, she held Jessie?s neck down against the ring canvas. A gurgling sound escaped from within the throat of Jessie as she began to experience a long and painful death. But not to be outdone, she reached her arms up to grab Kristin?s hair, pulling on it hard to try and bring some pain against her. No use. But then Jessie got an idea. She reached over and grabbed Kristin?s sports bra. She grabbed it and yanked it upwards to lift it off of her breasts.

Kristin?s perky boobs then just hung there, and the Asian girl?s eyes widened. She released hold on Jessie, as she covered up her chest. Desperately trying to lower her sport bra, Kristin didn?t see the fist coming at her face. The fist crashed against Kristin?s facial physique, throwing the Filipina onto the ground.

Kristin lay on her back, as Jessie made it back to her feet, staggering a bit as she was still trying to recover from those several blow. Kristin made it back to her feet as well, still having some anger in her to go and charge at Jessie. But Jessie saw Kristin coming, and in just a few seconds, Jessie managed to pick up the steel chair off of the ground, and then swing it. She managed to swing it in an upwards fashion, the chair slapping into Kristin?s jaw, and knocking her off of her feet once again and onto her back with a loud thud of the canvas, her nylon-clad legs kicking around before impact. The crowd was still going crazy.

Kristin fell onto her back, and then rolled over onto her stomach, the wind completely knocked out of her from that hit. Jessie dropped onto her knees beside the fallen Kristin, and cracked her bare hand across Kristin?s shapely bottom, as smoothly accented by the stretchy nylon tights and form fitting shiny spandex bloomer briefs.

?This is it...? Jessie said as she lifted up Kristin onto her knees, and wrapped her arms around the tan girl?s head. One arm locked around underneath her chin, while the other wrapped around her forehead. She squeezed hard, as if putting into a sleeper hold. Kristin pleaded one last time, a single tear streaming down her cheek.

?At least now, you can join your sister,? Jessie said coldly down at the girl before giving one hard yank.

Kristin?s entire body jerked as her neck snapped, a sickening series of cracks heard in the process. Her eyes widened as her mouth gaped open. The arms that once held against Jessie?s arms fell limply to Kristin?s sides. Jessie let go of the Asian girl?s body, which simply dropped forward, landing face first onto the canvas. It wasn?t long until a lumpy bulge grew in the seat of the black spandex athletic briefs, as Kristin shit herself in her Danskin ballet tights, the load so big that it managed to bulge out regardless of the resistance of the tight attire.

Jessie stood up to her feet, as the referee went into the ring to check the pulse of Kristin. There was none. Kristin was dead. The referee stood beside Jessie, and then raised her arm as the victor. The crowd cheered, and the many flashes from the cameras blinked all at once in the arena, as Jessie stood there with her arm up in victory, and the bodies of Kristin and Tracey lay on their stomachs in the ring.

THE END.

Comments please! [img]smile.gif[/img]

[RiceBurninGirlie]

Hehe. I know Jessika. She's on that Femmegore forum as well. She's also included in this epic story I'm working on known as, "The Strike Team." It's more of an action/thriller type of story rather than focusing on just catfights. Guns and all of that are in that story. Maybe I'll post it when I finish working on it on the other board. [img]smile.gif[/img]

[Garren]

I enjoyed that very much and hope to see many more like it with similar themes.

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[Jessikafights]

Welcome, Kris!

An absolutely FAB story ... THRILLING back & forth ... twists & turns ... was it just coincidence that the winner was called Jessie?

Please write more! [img]tongue.gif[/img]

I read this while overseas, and been very busy since! [img]frown.gif[/img]

Hot kisses
Jessie
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<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ June 01, 2005 09:07 AM: Message edited by: Jessikafights ]</font>