The Masked Writer's challenge : Julis vs Jeneane

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The Masked Writer?s challenge
A few months ago, The Masked Writer issued a challenge :
People would send me the description of women they would like to see in some sort of fem-fight. I would not the descriptions and specifications, and then match the different women in stories. Six stories came out of it.
Here is one of them.

Julie?s scrap with Jeneane.

By the Masked Writer

As Julie walks on the arena?s turf, she can hear the hushed noise of the people inside the abandoned shed. For a moment she had thought she was in the wrong place but the address is right and so is the description : the small town?s arena with the old shed behind. And with the humming of people, she knows this is the place.
And she feels her gut wrenching inside her. She can?t remember a time she was so scared except that time when she had refused to fight, ages ago. She was taking karate lessons then and she had backed off when came the time to fight an opponent for real. But that was at least 20 years ago. She was barely more than a kid. But now she knows she is not going away. She will fight.
And she is scared to death.
She doesn?t want to do it. She never, never wanted to hit anybody. But she will do it now.
She takes a deep breath and walks towards the shed. The noise of people talking and shouting becomes louder.
She can see the door, now. Thanks to the light coming out of the door?s window. She goes there and then knocks.
The door opens. MM is there. He smiles when he sees Julie and says :
-?Ah ! Here you are ! Was afraid you let me down for a while. The people, they are getting impatient.?
She gets in. She almost chokes on the cigarette smoke and the smell of alcohol, sweat and pot. She sees the faces : almost all men. She sees the ring in the middle of the place and she knows it is real.
Somehow, until now, she still believed it was all a bad dream. But now she knows it is for real. Her heart sinks when she sees Jeneane is already there, drinking and talking with guys at the makeshift bar behind the mat.
And now, she knows she has no choice.
MM is talking to her.
-?See that door, there ? That?s your dressing-room. That is where you are gonna change clothes. Go and be ready in five !?
He leaves her and she sees him going to Jeneane. Probably to tell her the same thing.
Julie takes a deep breath and goes to her room. Before opening the door, which is marked with a paper sheet on which ?dressing-room? has been written with a pen, she takes one last room behind her. She sees Jeneane going towards a similar door at the other end of the shed. She walks straight. Somehow, Julie was hoping she would be drunk. Maybe then she would have a chance. But no, Jeneane obviously had a few one but is still pretty much sharp. There is at least 200 people in that shed. She never tought there would be so many people to see that fight. Obviously MM is a seasoned promoter.
She gets into the dressing-room. It is not as bad as she thought. It is pretty clean. There is a desk, a chair and a mirror. And a closet.
When she shut the door behind her, she leans back on it for a moment and closes her eyes.
The events of the last weeks suddenly rush back to her memory.
She really needed money after she had lost her job as a bartender. But that would not have happened if it had not been for Pamela and Jeneane.
First there had been Pamela. Obnoxious bitch. She would always hang out at the bar where Julie was working. A fattie at 5?5, 150 lbs more or less. Long brown hair, lots of hips and curves. Always yapping her mouth and passing comments on Julie, calling her ?skinny?, ?bones?, ?shorty?, ?walking skelton? and that sort of thing. After working years as a bartender, Julie knew better than to answer back. Then, one night, Jeneane, right out from New Orleans, started to hang around at the same bar. Half-Italian and Half-Mexican, long black hair. And a loud mouth too. It wasn?t long before her and Pamela started bitching each other.
At first, it looked like Jeneane was taking Julie?s defence. As it turned out, she was just looking for a scrap.
First thing Julie knew, they were challenging each other to ?come outside?. Which they did.
A few guys followed them.
About half an hour later, Jeneane came in.
From what Julie heard from the clients in the days that followed, it had been pure and simple murder. Pamela was bigger and taller than Jeneane but the Latin girl was in much better shape and much more of a fighter. Pamela had been a punching bag for Jeneane. It lasted about 5 minutes but that was only because Jeneane had enjoyed herself. At the end, an exhausted Pamela was lying on her back in the middle of the parking lot, her face covered in blood and bruises, and Jeneane stripped her naked in front of the guys.
Jeneane was not the kind of people Julie wanted for a friend. It turned out Jeneane saw thing differently. She saw herself as Julie?s saviour and began to get familiar, cracking jokes, offering drinks to Julie and rubbing shoulder to shoulder with her. Which Julie?s boss did not like because it slowed down the service.
And Julie was wondering if Jeneane was not a lesbian or a bisexual. And she would have none of that. Not that Julie was a bigot. It just was not her thing.
So, one night, she made it clear to Jeneane that she would rather have her stay away.
Turned out, it was a mistake.
Jeneane was really in the ?with me or against me? frame of mind.
So, from that day, Jeneane had started to harass Julie on the job.
Once, she was drunk and, as she walked in, she litterally bumped into Julie who was carrying a very full plateau of drinks for a group of clients. Whether or not she did it on purpose, here there were 8 mixed drinks spilled over and Julie?s uniform soaked in alcohol-smelling, sticky stuff.
And from there it got worse by the day.
One another night, as Julie was again bringing a big order to clients, she walked in front of Jeneane who extended one leg and tripped her.
Another disaster spilled on the floor.
Julie?s boss was getting angry. Julie talked to him and he blacklisted Jeneane, giving orders to the bouncer not to let her in anymore.
Now Julie thought things would be fine. But they weren?t.
Jeneane started stalking her.
Everywhere she went Julie was likely to meet Jeneane. The girl from New Orlean would then tease her, insult her, or squeeze her in a corner. That is when she began trying to provoke Julie into a fight.
Julie was trying to avoid her but she always found a way to get at her.
One night, Julie was ready to leave her apartment and get to the bar to begin her work shift, but when she got out of the building, she saw Jeneane, under a lamp post, just in front of her house.
When she saw her, Jeneane moved away from the post and began to walk towards Julie. Julie looked around. There was nobody in the street, in this part of town at this hour.
She saw a grin on Jeneane?s face and knew she would have to fight or run back into her house.
She got back in.
She called her boss and told him about the situation.
The boss was pissed off because he needed her that night. So he fired her.
She had a lot of bills to pay. In less than a week, her accounts were empty. She desperately needed a job but she almost did not dare go out. At any moment she could get face-to-face with Jeneane.
She was desperate. Then she got that phone call.
- ?My name is MM? said the man?s voice. ?And we both know Jeneane! She says she will let you off the hook. Provided you fight her once and for all. I organize femfights of all sorts.?
Julie remembers how she could feel the blood reddening her cheek with anger at the insulting suggestion that she would fight for money, in front of men, against Jeneane.
She hung up the phone.
But the man called again.
-? Let?s face it. I am actually trying to help you. If you fight her, as I propose, in front of an audience, there will be some rules. And you will have some money. If you refuse, she is going to keep stalking you and, one day, she will catch you and you will have to fight. And God knows in what conditions. It most likely will be much worse.?
Julie hung up again but the argument eventually sunk in. It, as much as she hated it, may be the only way out. And there was all those bills piling up. She would have get it over with somehow if she was to find herself another job. She had gone to the police but Jeneane was much too smart to do anything foolish in front of them. And since they could not keep Julie under guard 24/7, they were as good as useless.
Julie had never been so scared in her whole life before. At night she would lie in her bed and couldn?t sleep. She did not know what scared her more. Go on like this or fight ?
She had never been a fighter. She had taken karate courses years ago but had dropped out because she would not fight another girl. The simple idea of physically exchanging blows with another human being, hurting her or getting hurt, simply made her sick.
But she could not live like this much longer.
So, one night, she took the paper where she had written MM?s phone number and she called him.
And now, here she is.
She takes a deep breath. Might as well get on with it. She begins to undress. She takes her dress off and her bra, looking at herself in the mirror, with a critical eye.
At 38, 100 lbs and 5?4, she is good looking, with long brown hair, nice small but firm breast. But she doesn?t look much like a fighter. She is too thin, with a very slim waist, small butts. Her shoulders are bony, with skinny arms and legs. She has to think her only asset is her stamina, because she has always been a health fanatic and held herself in good shape. But she knows she is underweight and underpowered. She sees her ribs in the mirror as she breathes.
She is scared sick.
Now she is in the attire agreed upon for the match : bared to the waist, with only panty hose and high heel shoes.
She opena a small box on the desk. Here they are : a pair of small fighting gloves, of the type used in the ultimate fighting type of competition. Padded on the knuckles but letting the fingers bare.
She puts them on.
Then she looks at the door. Time to go.
She takes a deep breath again. For a second she thinks she is gonna faint.
Finally, Julie gets hold of herself and open the door. She walks into the room. She feels the blood flushing all over her and the tickling of her skin becoming red as she ears the guys whistling and shouting.
- ?Hey, she is a real cutie !? saiys one.
But now, she looks at the ring. Jeneane is already there. Brown skin, brown hair, brow eyes. Big boobs that are bouncing with every move, big ass molded into red panty hose, robust arms and flat stomach, though.
MM is in the ring, holding a megaphone. Julie hears the laughs of some people as she struggles her way through the cables to get in the ring. She tries not to look around.
MM is introducing Jeneane.
-?In the corner at my left, ladies and gentlemen, at 27 years old, 135 lbs, 5?3, the bad girl always looking for a scrap, the terror of New Orleans : Jeneane !
The crowd cheers, some boohs. Jeneane obviously doesn?t care much as she waves her hand to those who cheers and shows a finger to those who boohs. She is obviously in her element.
-?In the corner at my right, for her first public match, at 38, 5?4, 100 lbs. Our local girl, sweet Julie!?
There are a few cheers and whistles who are more out of admiration for her good looks than encouragements. But Julie doesn?t listen. She just tries to control the fear.
-?Now let me remember you the rules, ladies.? MM is shouting in his megaphone. ? This is a 10 rounds match. Each round is 10 minutes. I will ask the helpers to come near the ring and be ready to help the ladies between the rounds.?
Julie notices the two guys coming near with a small bench, a bucket, towells and bottles of water. MM goes on :
-?The rules are : no hair pulling (some disapointed boohs in the crowd), no scratching, no biting. No kicking. No grappling on the mat. When one opponent is down, the referee will split the fighters. Holds are authorized when standing up, knee blows are okay. The match ends when one fighter is K.O. for the count of 10, or if it goes the distance, the public will vote for the winner. (cheers).
And now here is our referee : Pamela !?
For a second, Julie is not sure she heard right. But yes, here she is, that fat bitch, in black mini shorts that shows her flabby hips and buts, and a tight , black and white, stripped T-shirt. On the other hand, why not ? She never liked Julie but she must not have a lot of love for Jeneane either considering the beating she got from the Latina. She should be neutral.
Then Julie realizes the fear has receded. She is getting used to this.
MM has left the ring. Julie looks at Jeneeane. The big girl has a smug smile on her face. She raises her fist, in a fighting position. Julie tries to do the same, unsure at what the right position is exactly.
Then the bell rings.

First round :

- Well, yours truly, the Masked Writer, has filled the place with tonight?s event. That shed can hold 200 persons standing up and there is not a place left around the ring. Good idea I had to convince that bartender, Julie, to accept a fight with Jeneane. Jeneane was going to get her some day anyway and , at least, now it?s gonna happen in front of witnesses and under certain controlled conditions.
Not to mention that I am going to make some money with it. I have some people videotaping the fight and I will sell the tapes. It is mighty hot in here, with all those people but the girls don?t seem to mind. Actually, Julie is shivering. But I guess it is more fear or stress than anything to do with temperature.
I probably will have to find another fight to put on the tape, though, because I suspect this one is not gonna last long.
Quite a contrast between the opponents.
First, there is Julie, beautiful brown-haired girl 38 years old, 5,4, weigh barely a hundred pounds. She looks rather frail with bony shoulders, skinny arms and legs, lovely small butts and a slim waist. Small but firm tits. Can see all that as she is dressed only in black nylons and high-heel shoes. My idea. Both women in pantyhose and high heels. With martial-art type gloves. Should be interesting.
As far as I know, Julie never fought, though she is a health fanatic and pretty much in shape. Heard she practised karate a few years ago, though. Right now she is obviously terrified. She shivers and goosebumps covers her white skin. She takes deep breaths that makes her ribs and breastbone stick out.
Her opponent is just the opposite. Hey : she picked up RED pantyhose. That shows a different attitude. Jeneane is 27 a scraper, always looking for a fight. 5,3 and 135 pounds
Long straight black hair, round face, round ass, big round boobs. High waisted and a firm but soft stomach. She loves to fight and she is obviously eager to start this. She has stalked Julie for weeks, trying to get her into a fight. Her only disadvantage is she drinks and smokes a lot, so I suspect that she doesn?t have a lot of wind.
Then of course, there is the referee. Pamela. 5.5, 154. Long brown hair and a pretty face. She's all curves. Great wonderful tits. Very large hip and bottom, a lot of which she flaunts in her very tight shorts and tee-shirt. The crowds loves her. She hates Julie and had a fight with Jeneane who literally murdered her. So she hates both of them and should be neutral. She only wants to see them fighting each other.
Thing is she doesn?t know anything about refereeing except what I told her in a 20-minute crash course. That should be interesting too.
That?s it. The bell rings. Beginning of the first of ten rounds.
Both girls walks towards each other, but I notice that Jeneane is a bit shaky on her high heels. Of course. She is always wearing snickers or jackboots. On the other hand, Julie, who is a bartender, wears high heels for days and nights and though the mat is not the best surface for high heels, she walks pretty steady.
Jeneane is walking towards Julie, holding her fist high and ready to fight, obviously eager to begin. Julie lifts her hands, imitating her opponent, visibly unsure of what to do. Her face is pale like snow. Everybody can see how scared she is.
Julie?s black panty hose makes her skin look even whiter, contrasting with Jeneane?s brown tan and red attire. When they get close to each other, one can also see the difference in bulk between the two. Jeneane is literally round all over. Beefy and robust while Julie looks like an anorexic patient ready to faint at the first blow.
Jeneane opens the hostilities. She throws a quick jab at Julie? face. She hardly touched her but Julie is stung and backs off a few steps. Jeneane goes after her, sending three sharp jabs. Julie clumsily puts her harms in front of her face, trying to protect herself and making no attempt to retaliate. Then Jeneane, with a smile on her face, goes in with a right hook to Julie?s slender waist, hitting her flat but soft belly.
Julie doubles over, her legs shaking and she wraps her arms around her torso, leaving her face open for Jeneane?s next blow, a left hook to that hits the side of the head.
The New Orleans bad girl obviously did not put all her power in that blow but it is enough to make Julie dizzy and put her off-balance.
The skinny girl wavers on her legs and is pushed aside. The crowd makes a huge, sighing noise, as it looks she is going to fall but she manages to regain her balance, performing a sort of chaotic dance with her legs spread and her flimsy arms rowing the air.
I think her eyes are full of tears and she probably don?t see a thing when Jeneane, seeing that her opponent is not falling, goes after her. She is not really quick on those heels and she can?t step but she reaches Julie and starts throwing punches. First, a right that aims at the face but hits Julie?s right shoulder as she is still wavering. The second blow, a left hook, hits her in the ribs. Air noisily leaves her lungs and she is thrown aside, struggling to keep her balance. A third punch hits her left breast and she screams in pain.
She tries to back off again, but this time, she loses her balance and falls on her derriere, her small breast bouncing and hairs flying.
The crowds cheers. For a second, I think Jeneane is going after her but Pamela suddenly remembers her role as a referee and steps in. She sends the big girl to her corner and begins counting.
But Julie is not really hurt, so she is quickly back on her feet. At the signal from the referee, Jeneane rushes at Julie again.
Julie is literally running away from her, clumsily trying to protect herself. Jeneane tries to catch her and she would if she were wearing snickers or any other kind of shoes that one usually wears to fight. But she is really not easy on high heels and Julie is much quicker than she is.
So, most of Jeneane?s blows either miss their targets or hits with little force as she outreaches herself.
But Julie is not fighting cleverly. She does not look where she is going.
So, at a point, her back hits the cables.
She can?t go any further. She is so surprised, she stays put for a second. That?s more than enough for Jeneane to get to her.
Jeneane goes first with a left hook to the stomach. Once again Julie doubles over. An uppercut from the right hits Julie?s forehead and straightens her up, hairs flying. Putting her arms in front of her head, a panicked Julie turns her back to Jeneane. The crowd boos as Jeneane mercilessly kidney-punches the skinny girl.
Julie?s rickety legs wavers as she howls in pain. Jeneane wraps her arms around Julie?s waist and lift her. Julie tries to hold herself to the cable but Jeneane brutally project her to the center of the ring.
The small girl lands on her back, butts over head, but the move has made Jeneane lose her balance and, pulled by her momentum she falls on all four.
The crowd is laughing.
Both girls struggle to get on their feet. Jeneane is the first to make it but she doesn?t dare to rush, as she now feels unsafe on those high heels. I can see her lips moving as she swears and curses the shoes they have to wear.
Julie is getting back on her feet as well. As she tried to get up as fast as she could, she is a bit dizzy and for a second, we think she is going to fall again. But she manages to stay up.
Then the bell rings. End of the first round.

Both girls goes to their respective corners. For a second, I thought Julie was going to the wrong corner but when she saw Jeneane going there too, she changed course. People laughed.
The helpers I appointed don?t have to be paid to do this. They love to get that close to those sweaty half-naked girls. Before both fighters have reached their corner, the guys put the little seats in place. Julie and Jeneane sits and the guys start throwing water at them and rubbing them with the towels. Which is pretty sexy to see.
Water runs down on the naked torsos and breast of the girls. When she is sitting, you can see some love-handles around Jeneane?s waist. She asks for the bottle and drinks. She is a bit winded, as one would expect from a smoker and a drunk.
Julie, on the other hand, looks like a frail, weak, skinny girl. Her body is so thin she looks almost adolescent. One can see the ribs radiating from her backbone and I probably could circle her biceps with one hand. She is not winded though.
As Jeneane is talking all the time, exchanging crass jokes with her helper and insults with the few women in the crowd, Julie is keeping her head down, silent. She looks like she is thinking. I suppose she is beginning to realize there is no way out of this but to fight and do her best. When she raises her head again, she has a new expression on her face. She looks more... decided. Fear has receded, I guess. She looks at her opponent and I can almost read her mind. Julie is a smart girl. She realizes that, though Jeneane is an experienced fighter, she has her weaknesses. She doesn?t have a lot of endurance, and she is really clumsy on those high heels.
Then I smile. This is going to be a fight after all.
Lost in my thoughts, I almost jump when the bell rings.

Second round.
Jeneane is up and ready like she has a spring in her butts. Julie gets up a bit slower but with that new, determined look on her face. They walk towards the center of the ring and begins circling around each other. Jeneane has a rather good boxing position. Julie less so, she holds her fists a bit far from her body, her skinny arms a little bit too extended in front of her. Jeneane?s breast bounces heavily as she tries to sidestep, which makes perfectly visible that she is still clumsy on those heels. Julie, on the other hand, moves much more smoothly. Her tiny breasts are hardly quivering.
Jeneane sends a tentative jab, which touches Julie?s gloves.
Then, something happens that I doubted I would see.
Julie punches back.
And her punch is not that clumsy, actually, her karate training shows in that sharp, swift right to Jeneane?s face. Julie has a superior reach and she hit precisely on the big girl?s left cheek.
Not that she did any damage. Her long skinny arms don?t have that kind of power but Jeneane is stung. A surprised look shows on her face.
The crowd cheers as Julie goes for second punch. It?s a left to the chest. She hits Jeneane?s right boob and sends it flying aside like a punching ball. Now that?s gotta hurt and does. Jeneane screams and spins around, wrapping her arms on her breast to protect it.
Julie should follow suit but she hesitates. Actually, from the look on her face, I could swear she is sorry she hurted her opponent.
Of all her shortcomings as a fighter, here is her most important : she has no ?killer instinct?.
After a second or two, she sorts of take hold of herself and walks forward, apparently decided to hit again but Jeneane has already recovered and she is pissed off. The noisy crowd prevents me from hearing what she says but I can read her lips : ?You lil? bitch !?
As Julie lifts her right fist for another punch, Jeneane sees the opening and goes with one, powerful right hook in Julie?s frail-looking rib cage. The blow was telegraphed but Julie, by lack of experience, did not see it coming. Jeneane?s weight is all behind that punch and Julie is literally lifted from the ground. With a painful moan, she loses her balance and flies, legs and arms beating the air. She falls heavily on the mat, landing on her back. She folds her arms around her torso and rolls on the side. I can see tears coming from her eyes, though they are shut with pain.
Jeneane kicks her in the butt. Pamela steps in and pushes the big girl back. An argument ensues, which I can?t understand from here but it is easy to see that both girls are taking pleasure in pissing each other off. As Pamela tells Jeneane to back off, Jeneane tells her to count Julie down, which is the thing to do. But it takes at least 12 to 15 seconds before our totally inexperienced and untrained referee remembers that, yes, it?s part of her job.
That has left as much time to Julie for recovering. The audience is about equally split between boos and laughter.
The skinny girl is already getting back up. Painfully, she raises herself on her knees and hands. She breathes heavily. That punch obviously winded her. Her ribs shows and so does her shoulder blades as she is pushing herself up with her skinny arms.
Finally, Pamela starts counting. Rather slowly.
At 3, Julie puts one foot on the mat, at 5 she is standing, still shaky on her legs. Her eyes are still a bit glassy. I would give her a count of 8. But Pamela is not me, so she doesn?t. But considering she takes at least 8 seconds to decide what to do next, moving away from the combatants and giving them the ?go? signal, I guess that is just as good.
If they were fighting with snicker shoes, Julie would be in for the KO but Jeneane doesn?t move very fast on those heels. So Julie sees her coming in time and steps back. A frightful right grazes her face. The air has some hair flying. But Jeneane?s momentum was a bit more than what she could handle on those shoes and she loses her balance and stumbles. She has to extend her arms to recover her equilibrium. An experienced fighter would have had a perfect opportunity to knock her down but Julie took too long to react.
Jeneane is, once again, solid on her legs when Julie tries another attack.
She goes for a long, telegraphed punch from the right, tracing a seemingly interminable circle in the air before she hits uselessly Jeneane?s forearms because the more experienced fighter saw her coming and protected herself.
Then Jeneane goes with a jab, straight to Julie?s beautiful face. The skinny girl did not protect herself in any way and gets the full force of the blow. In a second she is obviously blinded with tears and has still her arms extended uselessly in front of her when a second jab hits her on the exact same spot.
Her legs waver. Then, Jeneane hits with a right hook to the stomach.
With a loud ?Oooof!?, Julie doubles over, her arms wrapped around her slender waist. Her knees fail her and she falls in kneeling position, touching the mat with her forehead.
Pamela steps in and sends Jeneane back to her corner.
Once again, she shows that she is a lousy referee. She sorts of wait, looking at Julie as to see if she is hurt but doesn?t start counting before Julie puts one hand on the mat and helps herself up.
In her corner, Jeneane should be pissed off. Instead of what, she is laughing. She likes that. She thinks she is gonna get the chance to beat up Julie even longer. While with a real referee, she would put Julie to sleep in no time.
Actually, I had thought of something like that when I hired Pamela.
At the count of 8, Julie is standing up, still a bit bowed forward, with a painful grin on her face and breathing hard. She gets some tears off her eyes with her hands and closes her fist.
Pamela moves away and says go.
Julie backs off. Jeneane starts going around her in circles that gets smaller by the seconds. Julie keeps backing off without looking and, as Jeneane wanted, ends up with her back against the ropes. She tries to move away but find her opponent in front of her.
Julie goes for a clumsy punch but she is too close to Jeneane and, though she does touch her face, her blow has no force. She tries to punch the big girl away but Jeneane grabs her in a bear hug, which is legal as long as they are standing. Then Jeneane lift Julie from the ground and presses her against the ropes. Julie frantically, but uselessly, is trying to punch her in the ribs. Jeneane laughs off those feeble blows. When Julie?s visible backbone touches the ropes, Jeneane puts her down again and, breaking the bear hug, grabs the skinny girl by the throat with one hand, pushing her in the ropes. Julie clumsily tries to break the hold with her weak arms. Then Jeneane throw a powerful right hook at Julie?s mall waist, right under the ribcage.
Julie?s arms falls limp along her body. She would double over if Jeneane was not keeping her head up by holding her throat. Then she sends the exact same punch once again. Julie?s legs betray her and she literally, sinks down. Jeneane lets go the hold on her throat and sends a devastating right to the poor girl?s face.
Julie is thrown backward and her upper torso goes between the two upper ropes. She almost falls through and stays in balance, her upper body outside the ring and her legs and butts inside, her waist supported by the rope. She tries to grab a rope and keep herself from falling on the floor while Jeneane slaps her ass with a big laugh. The crowd is hysterical.
Then the bell rings.
It seems to wake up Pamela because she then remembers she is the referee. So she steps in, in a great display of bouncing boobs and quivering butts, and tells Jeneane to go to her corner.
Which the girl from New Orleans does, wirth a smug smile on her face. She is obviously enjoying this.
She seems a bit winded though, her heavy breast goes up and down and she is covered with glittering sweat.
She still looks better than poor Julie, though. The skinnie manages to disentangle herself from the ropes and, shaking on her thin legs, slumber to her corner. She sits and I think she drinks half the bottle of water in one shot. She is obviously crying, as I can see from the moves of her nice breast, quivering with sobs. Can?t see the tears, though, with all that sweat. But she rubs them and keeps sniffing.
She looks miserable, all frail and weak, sitting on that little seat, with that big brown girl who looks at her in the other corner.
Jeneane waves her fist at Julie in a defiant gesture.
Pamela is parading before the crowd. Guys taunts her, offer her money and she rolls up her striped T-shirt as if she was gonna take it off. She obviously enjoys it too.

Then the bell rings. Third round.

When the bell rings for the third round, the crowd is buzzing like an electric generator. Everybody now expects a great showdown. As was expected , 135 pounds, 27 year-old tough girl Jeneane has dominated the two first rounds over frail-looking, 100 pounds, 28 year-old Julie. But sweet Julie was not destroyed. She even landed a few punches. And the special guest referee Pamela has proven of a definite entertainment value... if nothing else.
The 200 people filling this makeshift arena become almost silent when the opponents gets up their seat and walks toward the center of the ring. Slowly.
Julie is obviously tired and fearful after the frightful beating she took at the end of the second round. Her skinny body shivers and she holds her fist in front of her face, reacting nervously at every move from Jeneane.
Jeneane doesn?t hurry either but, even though one can see she is winded, her heavy breast going up and down with every breath, her caution comes more from the fact that she is pretty clumsy walking on high heel. And is afraid to trip.
Pamela, the special referee, moves her 150 pounds around rather aimlessly. She looks busier shaking her booty than checking out the match. She enjoys the crowd?s attention.
When both fighters gets in punching range, Jeneane shows her confidence by making taunting gestures towards Julie. She points at her own chin with her finger and invite her to hit first. Not getting any reaction, she shakes her breast like a pole dancer, then she shoves Julie. One strong punch on her skinny shoulder almost trips the thin girl.
The crowd boos, hiss and encourage Julie.
Getting overconfident, Jeneane turns her back to Julie and extends her arms in a gesture that means ?What am I to do !?
She shouts ??She is a chicken!?.
But the truth is, Julie is shy, doesn?t like to fight and is weak. But she is no coward. And she had karate training in the past.
When Jeneane turns again to face her, Julie sends her a sharp punch from the right, putting all her weight behind it. She hits Jeneane on the chin.
Jeneane?s powerful, red-nyloned legs, shakes as the big girl is stunned by that unexpected blow. Before she can pull herself together, Julie sends her another punch from the left, at the exact same spot, followed immediately by another one, and then a punch from the right.
Textbook punching exercise.
Jeneane has a moment of panic and clumsily tries to protect her face with her hands while backing off as fast as she can.
Then her high heels betray her, she stumbles, slumbers, completely loses her balance, her arms hits the empty air and suddenly, both her feet leaves the ground and down she goes, crashing on her derriere.
The crowd is ecstatic and starts cheering Julie who seems actually very surprised of her own performance.
If this has been a classic match in snickers, she never could have knocked down big Jeneane... and the show would not have been half as good !
For a second, Jeneane stays put. Sitting on the mat, shocked that she had been put down by that weakling. Then her face becomes red, first with humiliation, then with rage.
She rushes to get up, so much that she has trouble finding her balance on her high heels and falls back on her butts, once again. Then she rolls aside, helps herself with her hands, put one knee on the mat and finally rises on her feet.
She is enraged. As soon as she is up, she rushes toward poor Julie, sending a wild punch from the right. But she is going too fast for what her high heels will allow on the soft surface of the mat and she stumble again, almost trips, gains back her balance but her punch misses by a mile. She goes for another one but Julie dodges it. The skinny girl is much quicker on those heels than Jeneane. So an out-of-control Jeneane is vainly trying to land a punch as she clumsily tries to catch up with her.
Then, what happens is what one could expect. Jeneane, once again telegraphs a punch, Julie sidesteps to avoid it and, taken by her momentum, Jeneane trips again and goes down head first. She tries to catch the nearby ropes to keep from falling but she is just a bit too far and she crashes on the mat, belly first, in a great quivering of tits and butts.
Even more enraged, she crawls to the ropes and uses them to help herself up.
The referee not doing anything, Julie cease the opportunity. As Jeneane has still her back towards her, the skinny girl covers the distance between them and kidney-punches the New Orleans bad girl.
As Jeneane tries to face her, Julie punches her in the gut. Jeneane stomach is flat but soft, that is one of her weak point. This punch hurts. She doubles over. Then she tries to wrap her arms around Julie?s to immobilize her.
One can see the contrast between the powerful, brown-skinned, big breasted Jeneane and the skinny, pale and small-breasted Julie. Jeneane could do what she wants with her frail opponent if she could only gain back her balance. !
She trips again and both women fall down on the mat, in a wrestling-style embrace, turning themselves in a strange beast full of arms and legs.
The crowd is roaring and our special-guest referee doesn?t seem, at first, to have a clue as of what to do about the situation.
Both girls are rolling on the mat, which completely goes against the rules agreed upon before the match. I think I am gonna have to interfere.
Especially now that Jeneane has grabbed Julie?s arms and pinned her on the mat. She straddles her and the skinny woman vainly tries to buck her off.
Finally, Pamela steps in and belts Jeneane, pulling her off Julie.
Jeneane falls on her derriere, gets angry at Pamela and works her way on her feet, shouting insults to the fat girl.
In the meantime, Julie gets up too.
Jeneane and Pamela are still insulting each other when the bell rings. End of the third fall.

Both girls go back to their corner. Pamela seems to forget the shouting match she just had with Jeneane and begins monkeying for the crowd again.
Guys are still tauntiing her to take her T-shirt off.
As Jeneane walks back to her corner, I notice something. She limps slightly. She has obviously hurt her left ankle while trying to rise on those unfamiliar high heels. She is also short on breath. I wonder what impact it is gonna have on the rest of the match.
As for Julie, she doesn?t look too good either. Actually she is a mess. She walks like her legs and arms are weighing a ton. Then she literally collapses on her seat and I can see her tits going up and down as she is sobbing. Fighting body-to-body with someone outweighing you by one-third of you own weight is exhausting. A smart game plan for her would be to stay as far as she can from Jeneane but she lacks the experience to do it.
She is so tired she is like a rag doll in the hands of her helper. The guy is ?massaging? her and obviously taking his time around her breast and she doesn?t even seems to care.
The crowd cheers and whistle but it is not because of the fighters. Pamela is stealing the show. She took the money of the guys around the ring and there goes the T-shirt. She get it off and, as she wears nothing under, flaunts her round, heavy, soft breast, as well as her buddha-belly and love handles. She swirls the t-shirt above her head and throw it in the crowd. Some guy catches it.
Okay, now it is an entirely topless match. All three girls in the ring are bared to the waist. Jeneane in red panty-hose, Julie in black and Pamela in very short black shorts.
At least the audience can?t complain they don?t have a show for their money.
Once again, I was lost in my thoughts and the bell startles me.

Round number four.

The referee waves at the crowd, shakes her breast, which being very soft, literally flies around in a great display of pale flesh.
Jeneane is the first to rise from her seat and walks toward the middle of the squared circle. She is still limping, which won?t help her mobility. Also all that smoking and drinking is taking its toll and her big breast is going up and down as she breathes hard. And, by the look on her face, she is mighty pissed off. Did not expect Julie would give her such a fight.
Julie extirpates herself from her corner, holding the ropes to raise herself from her seat. She walks slowly too and, as she gets prepared to fight, I can see she is holding her fist lower than she used to. And a lot lower than is safe. Her helper has just finished drying her with the towel and she is already covered in sweat again. And I could swear she is shivering. Her legs look a bit shaky also. As for the look on her face, one would believe she is walking on death row. Which may be the case.
Being lame has made Jeneane a little more careful. She stays in place, in the middle of the ring and invites Julie to make the first move. The skinny girl doesn?t seem so sure and circle slowly around her opponent. Jeneane tries a few jabs but Julie stays out of reach.
The crowd is getting impatient. I hear a few boos.
Then Pamela starts yelling at the fighters :
-?Go for it ! C?mon starts fighting!?
Neither opponent pays her any attention. The match is almost at a halt. Jeneane doesn?t want to move for fear of hurting her ankle even more. Julie is afraid to get hit by her much stronger adversary.
Then Julie goes with a jab, another one, a right hook. The first blow has hit Jeneane?s face but the girl from New Orleans has blocked the second one. The right hook landed on her forehead.
Jeneane simply shrugs it off. Julie?s punches were too weak to hurt her.
Julie backs off before Jeneane retaliates. She lowers her guards. Actually, you would believe she is carrying a 20 pounds dumbell in each hand because her moves are so sluggish.
Then Pamela goes out of her refereeing role again. She turns into a cheerleader. She starts claping her hand above her head, which makes her whole soft flesh quiver in waves all over her pudgy body, and encourages the crowd to do the same, trying to taunt the fighters into slugging it.
She is a terrible referee. But she is entertaining, that?s for sure.
Jeneane and Julie trade a few unconvincing punches. Julie just can?t hit with enough power and Jeneane?s handicap keeps her from getting close enough. Julie?s blows don?t hurt and Jeneane?s don?t reach their target.
The solution eventually comes from Pamela. And it is not a pretty one.
The fattie gets behind Julie, who won?t break eye contact with Jeneane, and she shoves the skinny girl in the back, effectively projecting her forward.
-? Fight !? she says.
The crowd erupts in a concert of boos.
Julie dives head first, swimming in the air with her arms, trying not to fall face first.
Jeneane could have knocked her out right there but she is so surprised herself that, before she reacts, Julie is literally in her arms.
Julie wraps her arms around Jeneane?s shoulder and tries to immobilize her.
But her skinny arms, on which more sinew and bones are visible than muscle, can?t do the job. Jeneane easily breaks the hold. She graps Julie?s skinny torso with her arms, in a bear-hug-like embrace, and, in one brutal move, hiptosses the frail woman.
Julie?s thin body is thrown in the air as she dives head first. I see it as if it was in slow motion, as her buts, legs and feet flies over her head and she crashes on the mat in a great noise. The air is painfully expelled from her lungs as her back hits the canvas.
For a second, I think Jeneane is going to jump on her but no, she stays put.
Pamela steps between them and starts counting.
The crowd is hysteric as Julie is working hard to put herself together. She rolls on the side. At the count of 3, she is on all four. At 5, she slumbers and falls again on the side, at 7 she is on her knees. At 8 she has one foot firmly on the ground and is starting to rise.
Then Pamela stops counting. Is she really that lousy or is she doing it on purpose because she loves seeing both girls slugging each other ? I am beginning to have doubts...
Pamela steps away without checking if Julie is O.K. The poor girl is obviously still dizzy. Her legs wavers and she makes no attempt at protecting herself as Jeneane walks on her, limping and breathing hard.
And now, Jeneane is within reach.. Very deliberately, she grabs a handful of Julie?s dark mane with her left hand, forcing her opponent?s face up. She drags her around for a few seconds. The skinny girl grabs Jeneane?s hand and, with her skinny arms, weakly tries to force her to let go, while trying to keep her balance.
Bad reflex.
Jeneane lifts her right fist and, using all her weight, throws a powerful, precise, punch, straight to Julie face. She hits the right side of the beautiful girl?s jaw.
Julie?s head spins so quick, in a tide of dark hair, that one is under the impression that her frail neck is gonna snap.
She falls like a puppet of which the puppeteer has cut the ropes.
She lies on her back. Not completely limp, though. Her arms and legs are moving weakly. She tries to raise her head. Her small tits are pointing to the ceiling and going up and down as she breathes painfully. Obviously, the whole building must be revolving around her head right now.
Jeneane raises her arms in sign of victory.
Pamela, once again, is not doing anything. She just looks at Julie?s skinny hulk with a surprised look on her face. Jeneane shouts at her and she seems to wake up.
She starts counting.
At 2, Julie has not moved. At 4, she is rolling on her left side. At 6, she puts one hand on the mat and makes a miserable attempt at raising herself, pushing up with both hands. Her ribcage shows, her shoulder blades looks like they are going to pierce her skin. Her arms shakes and gives way, she falls back, face first on the mat.
At 8, the bell rings.
Jeneane is furious. She shoves Pamela. The big girl shoves back and Jeneane, once again, loses her balance and falls on her derriere. As she pulls herself up, ready to fight Pamela, the referee orders her in her corner.
-?I mean it, I will disqualify you !?
That cools Jeneane down. Not that she mind being disqualified as such. But she won?t let the record say that she LOST against that wimp who?s slowly raising her rickety carcass from the mat.
So she limps to her corner.
Dizzy and broken, Julie crawls on all four to the ropes and uses them to pull herself up. She leans on them and slumbers to the corner where she falls more than she sits on her seat.
End of round 4

Well, this is the reprieve between round 4 and 5. I did not expect that match to last that long.
But there is reason to think that it can?t go on very long like this.
Jeneane, sitting in her corner and drinking water, is winded and, at the end of round 4, she was still lame from that fall with her high heel. She will have to finish off Julie pretty soon before she is completely exhausted. Sweat runs in rivers on her hefty body and between her rather voluptuous breast and on the love handles that show when she sits.
Julie, on the other hand, is a wreck. She leans motionless in her corner, her back on the turnbuckles, eyes closed, breathing heavily, each inspiration making her rib cage and breast bones show. Her skinny arms hold to the ropes as if she was afraid to slip down. Her helper is spraying water at her and she doesn?t even seem to feel it.
Pamela, our special guest referee, is posing for some male spectator?s camera. Flaunting her rather pudgy, round breasted, round buttocks, more than half-naked, body.
That doesn?t make the crowd as crazy as one would think. Actually, the mostly male audience is sort of hushed. Everybody is looking at the two opponents, money is being passed from people to people. Bets are on. Jeneane?s hurting ankle has some reconsidering their previous bets. Julie, on the other hand, is in such a sorry state that putting money on her looks foolish.
Finally, the bell rings.
Beginning of round 5

Jeneane, who stayed quiet in her corner during the reprieve, gets up and puts her fist in fighting position. She walks toward the center of the ring. She is still a bit lame but not as much as previously. Obviously, the damage was not extensive. She is careful, though, and does not rush.
Julie, by contrast, takes a few seconds to rise for her seat. She lifts her fist like her gloves weighs a ton, keeping them before her tiny breast. She makes a few hesitant steps on her high heels and her legs are shaking with exhaustion.
She took too much time. When she is ready to fight, she finds out that she is trapped in her corner, Jeneane being too close for Julie to be able to get out of there.
This looks like the bad girl from New Orleans is ready for the kill.
Pamela is staying at a distance, looking completely useless.
Jeneane opens the hostilities with a jab from the left to Julie?s chin.
The skinny girl?s head jerks backward and her arms soften, letting her fists sink lower, leaving her without protection.
A second jab hits her in the face again and she backs off, legs shaking and arms spreading uselessly.
Then Jeneane hits with a frightful right, straight punch, to Julie?s cheek. The 100 pounds woman is thrown backward, which makes her lose her balance. She spreads her arms, trying to grab something and falls back towards her corner. Her feet leave the ground as she stumbles on her high heels and she lands her butt to the middle turnbuckle. She catches the upper ropes with her hands and finds herself in a sitting position, holding the upper ropes and leaning on the turnbuckles, her legs extended in front of her, struggling to support her.
Before she can pull herself up again, Jeneane is over her.
With a vengeful look on her face, the 135 pounds girl sends a vicious left hook into Julie?s guts. It brutally expels the air from her lungs and she would collapse on the ground like a rag doll if Jeneane was not already sending another hook from the right which literally lifts her opponent?s flimsy hulk.
Then Jeneane grabs Julie under the armpits and lift her on her feet, before shoving her against the corner.
Julie does not even try to defend herself as Jeneane begins giving her a terrible pounding. Punches rains on Julie?s beautiful face and skinny torso, making her ribs crack, sending shockwaves through her flat but soft stomach, looking like they are going to pierce through her slim waist.
Julie?s skinny legs are wavering, her arms flying around aimlessly as she is thrown right, left and backward by Jeneane?s blows.
In one, desperate attempt at protecting herself, Julie throws her body ahead and tries to hook Jeneane?s arms. Instead of what it is the bigger girl who wraps her arms around Julie?s thin ones. Then, with a smile of triumph on her face, she lifts her righ knee and brutally bury it, right in between Julie?s legs, straight to the pussy. Julie makes a sort of a hickup sound and her legs becomes like spaghettis. She doesn?t sink to the mat because Jeneane is holding her up and kneeing her once more.
Then she shoves her opponent?s flimsy body to the corner and takes her arms, hanging them to the ropes, which keeps Julie standing for a second.
A minimally competent referee would stop it right there. But all we have is Pamela and she just looks at it, hypnotized.
One powerful hook from the right connects with Julie?s head and sends it jerking in a cloud of flying hairs. The skinny girl is projected aside and falls face first towards the ropes. Her legs stop carrying her and become limp. She finds herself hung on the top rope, which is stuck under her armpits. Mercilessly, Jeneane punches her helpless victim in the lower back and in the ribs.
Julie makes a feeble attempt at dodging the blows and sinks down on the floor.
Only then does Pamela interfere. She steps in and shoves Jeneane backward. The girl from New Orleans almost trips but manages to keep her balance and stays standing.
She shouts a few insults at Pamela and then, faces the crowd and raises her arms in sign of victory, which raise as many boos than cheers.
Pamela then starts counting.
At 3, Julie still has not moved, lying face first on the mat, one arm outside the ring.
At 4, she moves her legs and brings back her arm inside the ring.
At 5, she puts her hands on the mat and tries to push herself up. Her whole body is shaking with the effort.
At 7, she has risen on one knee and tries to help herself up with the ropes.
Seeing this, Jeneane starts taunting her :
-?C?m?on ! Get up ! So that I beat you again !?
At 8, Julie is on both knees and grabs the upper rope, trying to get on her feet.
At 9, her legs fails her and she falls down again, landing on her left side, one hand uselessly holding the middle rope. That where she is when Pamela shouts :
??Ten !!!!?
The bell rings. Jeneane raises her arms. The fight is over.
Once more, the crowd erupts in a mixture of cheers and boos while Pamela lifts Jeneane?s right arm. Jeneane forces Pamela to let her arm go and lifts both arms herself. Pamela gives her the finger. Jeneane shoves Pamela. Pamela shoves back and Jeneane?s high heels betray her again as she falls on her derriere.
Then Pamela turns her back on the girl from New Orleans and raises her own arms, shaking her breast to the male audience. Which prevents her from seeing the errors of her way...
The fight being over, Jeneane can?t be disqualified. She quickly gets her shoes off. She gets on her feet and takes her gloves off.
Then she walks, still limping a bit, towards Pamela who still has her back at her. Jeneane?s kicks her in the butt. Pamela faces her while the crowd laughs. Before our ?special guest referee? knows what happens, she is hit on the jaw by Pamela right fist.
Both girls jumps at each other and roll on the mat in a wild melee of punches, kicks and hairpulling.
Jeneane is tired by the fight and her ankle hurts and that probably saves Pamela from getting beaten into pulp once again. Yet, even at that, the fattie has more than she can handle with a furious Jeneane trying to give her another trashing. She tries, without too much success, to immobilize Jeneane?s arms but Jeneane is much stronger and manages to repeatedly punch Pamela?s well padded torso, sending shockwaves through the soft flesh of her love handles, her belly and her ample breast. She just is too close for her blows to make as much damage as they could otherwise.
In the meantime, Julie is slowly coming back to life. She manages to get on her feet, helping herself with the ropes and, seeing the two other girls fighting each other on the mat, she wisely decides to move out. She slumbers through the ropes and walks towards her dressing room.
Even tired after her match, Jeneane is still a better fighter than Pamela. She is slowly getting the upper hand and manages to straddle the fattie, pinning her on the mat.
I decide this is enough and I send a few guys of my staff on the ring, to pull them apart.
Which is not done easily.
Well, the show is over. Now is time to count my money.

Epilogue

Julie?s body aches all over as she leaves the building. She litterally cried as she dressed in her dressing room. Every move she made in order to take her panty hose off, take a shower and put back her clothes, was a torture.
She feels like somebody is hitting her with a firebrand as she walks in the dark. Her car seems miles away.
The whole fight is a blurr in her memory. She tried all she could to fight back Jeneane but she felt like a kid being given a beating by an adult.
Yet, the man who gave her the money told her she fetched far better than expected.
She hopes she will never have to do it again but she realizes something though : fighting is like many other things. The first time is the worst.
Among other thoughts that revolve in her mind, there is one that she has to acknowledge. She will not be afraid of Pamela anymore. If the fat bitch ever wants a fight, she is gonna get it !

The end...

[MikeJV]

Good match, well done!

MikeJV