Not sure that this will be my best, but here's the beginning:

The barbecue had wound down. Tommy and I watched as our wives sat there slugging back beers on the patio, talking in a way neither of us had ever thought would ever happen. It was interesting how different they were, but how much the same they were. Tommy, myself, Lynn (his wife) and Tina (my wife) had all grown up in the small town where we currently resided. Tommy and I had always been inseparable, and Tina and Lynn had hated each other for a very long time. But that was high school?

...and community college?

?oh yeah, and PTA?.

But somehow at this barbecue, the alcohol had loosened them up and allowed them to get along, or so it seemed.

The issue dated back to junior year of high school, when Lynn and Tina got into what has since been called the greatest fight in City High history. No one actually knows how it started, but Lynn and Tina had always been two of the ?tougher? girls in school and this fight was supposed to settle who was toughest. It ended up settling nothing, since neither girl actually was thought to have won. By the end, Lynn?s left eye was so bruised it was nearly swollen shut and Tina?s back and face were saw scratched that she couldn?t go to school for three days. Lynn thought that she might have broken a rib and Tina thought that she might have broken her jaw, but neither got those checked out. What did come of the fight was that each girl had steered clear of the other after that 20 minute throw-down and here we were twelve years later, two kids each and having beers at a Memorial Day barbecue.

The two may have had similarities, but in appearance, they couldn?t have been different. Lynn was about 5?7? 130 lbs and blonde, with enormous 36DD breasts, and a very Barbie-doll type of look about her in a halter top, cutoff jeans and heels.

Tina was olive skinned, about 5?3?, 105 lbs with straight, jet-black hair, 34A (otherwise known as ?no breasts?) a washboard stomach, pretty defined arms and tight legs. She was wearing a black bikini top and lycra-type hip-hugger short-shorts.

They were almost laughing when I looked over and realized that the whole conversation seemed strained?almost fake. Neither Tommy or I could hear it, but I pointed it out to him and we realized that now that the party was over except for us, that there was something not right between the two of them. And here we were thinking that this was the reconciliation of all reconciliations, bigger than Camp David. Tommy looked at me and said quietly, ?Do you think that we?re looking at a rematch??

?Should we let it happen if it goes that way?? I asked.

?Crap, we should videotape if it goes that way.? Tommy said, smirking.

I laughed. ?Yeah, wonder what would happen.?
?Are you kidding me?? Tommy snorted, ?this isn?t high school anymore, Lynn outweighs Tina by something like 30 lbs??

?Yeah, but Tina?s ripped and in really good shape.?

?I believe that, but look at them??

I looked. The conversation was intensifying. ?Care to make it interesting?? I chuckled.

?Fifty?? Tommy replied.

?Sure.? We wandered closer to hear if we were right about what was going on?

??given enough time?? we could hear Lynn say, and I noticed how erect her thick nipples were, through the straining halter top, her big blue eyes accentuated by the thick eyeliner.

Tina cut her off, ?Bullshit Lynn, you know that I had beaten the piss out of Courtney two weeks earlier and she had left you crying in a puddle of your own tears at Rebecca?s house right after Homecoming?You know that if Jackie hadn?t broken us up, I would?ve put that pretty little blonde face of yours into the ground??

?So Courtney had an off-day with you, in case you don?t recall, at Tammy Jackson?s graduation party, you and Courtney had a go at it again??

?Oh, I remember??

?And? What happened then??

?She jumped me! Yeah, she beat the crap out of me, but she hit me over the head from behind before I even knew we were fighting?if she had fought me honest, I would have kicked her ass.?

?Point is, we all have our bad days and when we fought, you know you were the one crying??

?That was ?cause you kicked me in the cunt??

?Whatever, there are no rules in fighting, last I checked.?

I could see Tina?s blood pressure rising, her dark lips and thickly-outlined eyes fired up, through her dark bikini top her enormous nipples pushed against the fabric, fully erect.

?No rules, but at least I fight honest.?

?So do I.?
?Well we?ll never know then will we?? snapped Tina, slugging down more beer.

?We could?? said Lynn, raising her eyebrows.

?You outweigh me by 30 lbs now??

?Are you calling me fat, you trashy skank?? Lynn retorted.

?I?m calling you 30 lbs heavier than me, Barbie!?

?Just cause you?re bulimic, doesn?t make you better than me.? Screeched Lynn.

?No but it makes me smaller, and I?d still kick your ass.?

?Fine, let?s see, you twit, everyone wants to know what would have happened, let?s give them the answer!? and Lynn stood up, towering over Tina, who remained seated.

?Oh calm down, girl, you?re a fucking mother. Sit your ass down and relax?? said Tina.

?Figures.? Said Lynn, as she sat down.

?Figures what?? replied Tina.

?Figures that you?re a chicken.?

?Okay, asshole, since it?s never gonna end, let?s just finish this. Where do you want to do this??

?Seriously?? Lynn replied, half-stunned.

?What the fuck, if it finally shuts you up, it?s worth it.?

Tommy and I exchanged secretive glances.

?Fine, then let?s just move over to the yard.?

And the two got up, looking at Tommy and I as we followed them.

What ensued made the ?greatest fight in City High history? seem like a sparring match?