Theresa slammed her hands down on the desk. Her big breasts jiggled gently with the force of the blow, as she got up from the computer in her spacious bedroom. ?I don?t fuckin? believe it, she muttered under her breath. She was wearing just a thong, as she had just stepped out of the shower to get ready for her day when her email alert on her computer had rang. She had been expecting the email, they always came on Wednesdays, but she wasn?t expecting what was in it. She slowly walked over to the full-length mirror in her walk-in closet and admired herself. At 26 she still maintained a ?slammin? body, tight abs, rock hard ass and thighs, and her ?famous? enormous breasts. Her dark hair cascaded over her perfect shoulders, olive skinned and smooth. She was only 5? 2? and 102 lbs, but she had 32D cup breasts and they were truly perfect. She genuinely believed that she stood in the gorgeous house she was living in because of her physical appearance?she had married well and despite 4 years of college, it had come down to a guy she had known from high school.

Having returned to the town she grew up in, she had made the most of it, getting involved locally at work and ultimately stumbling upon a ?fight club? comprised of bored suburban housewives who lived in the affluent area. Theresa had always been competitive, in high school she had been captain of the soccer and tennis teams and she had grown up tough?the youngest of 6 children. She had several fights in high school?it was common for the girls to fight in her neighborhood, and not surprisingly, she had won all of her fights except 1?.well she admitted to herself, actually, it was 2.

The reason why she often considered the loss only 1 was that they were against the same person: a girl named Michelle from the neighboring high school, who physically was Theresa?s twin. Interestingly, Michelle?s life had followed a similar course to Theresa?s and she had returned to her home town, albeit a year later than Theresa had, having only arrived a few months ago. It was her arrival that had ultimately led to the email that had disturbed Theresa, and to understand why it disturbed her, necessitating revisiting Theresa?s senior year of high school.

In the finals of the divisional playoffs, Theresa faced Michelle?s team. Theresa had scored three goals and led her team to a victory. They had proceeded on in the state championships, and through a fascinating twist of bracket-formation and seeding, faced Michelle?s team again in the quarter finals. In this game, Michelle and Theresa battled back and forth, with Michelle scoring twice for her team while holding Theresa scoreless. In the end, Michelle?s team went on to win the state championship. It was very frustrating to Theresa and her teammates. In the spring, Theresa faced Michelle as first singles for their respective teams in tennis in the divisional playoffs and beat her soundly in two sets. They met again in the state tournament, this time earlier in the brackets and Theresa defeated her nemesis again. Unfortunately, Theresa, despite being favored, did not go on to win the state tournament, getting upset by a younger opponent in the semifinals.

The final exchange came nearing the end of school, when a rumor circulated that Theresa?s boyfriend of 2 years had been cheating on her. When confronted, Theresa?s boyfriend had denied it, and in one of her only displays of personal weakness, Theresa believed him, so her friends had embarked on a fact-finding mission. It took only 4 pictures for Theresa to nearly explode and then promptly break up with her boyfriend and call Michelle on the phone: One was of Michelle on her knees in front of Theresa?s naked boyfriend, two were of Michelle pinned against the sliding glass door of Theresa?s boyfriend?s pool house, her enormous tits flattened against the glass with the boy behind her, and the last was of the bitch walking hand in hand with him into his house from the pool house with her wearing his letter jacket?.just his letter jacket.

Theresa had wanted to cry, but she wouldn?t let it happen. She had to teach this bitch a lesson and she had to do it now. The phone exchange was simple; Michelle had been expecting the call eventually. ?Meet me at the End in an hour, you cunt.? was all that Theresa had to say.

The End was an old road that the kids would hang out on, which used to lead to a marina but had been cut off and was now just an overgrown parking lot. All of Theresa?s friends hung out there and it was the scene of a lot of fights like this. No adults ever interrupted and it was out of the way. It was only 7 pm at night and so no one would be there yet to hang out, and that meant it would just be Theresa and a few of her friends and whomever Michelle brought.

Theresa made sure she was ready: she put on two exercise bras to hold her tits and protect them, she pulled her long black hair back in a pony tail, she pulled cowboy boots on over her jeans and she took off all of her necklaces and earrings. She pulled on a tight t-shirt that was hard to grab and she put on all of her rings, just in case Michelle didn?t ?call? no jewelry.

She got to the End with her friends and Michelle was already there with two of her friends. She walked towards Theresa and Theresa walked towards her. When they finally got close enough to each other, the resemblance was uncanny. Michelle wore more make up and her hair was wavier. They were the exact same height and an identical build. Theresa?s chest may have been slightly larger than Michelle?s.

?Okay you little skank, you know why we?re here.? Theresa began, ?We have an issue to settle and I sure as hell am not going to allow you to get away with fucking my boyfriend.?

?I didn?t!? Michelle yelped, acting panicked, then she sneered, ?He fucked me, and then I stole him??

And she laughed, as did her friends.

?Cunt.? hissed Theresa. Her friends behind shook their heads, implying that Michelle had no idea what she had gotten herself into.

?No rings.? Michelle said, ?I have a prom I need to be read for soon??

Theresa gave her the finger as she took her rings off. In seconds the fight was on. It was the worst experience of Theresa?s life?almost. She had been in so many fights and had always been stronger, tougher and quicker. This time, she wasn?t, and she got her ass kicked. Michelle beat the living daylights out of her. It wasn?t that she didn?t get in some good punches and it wasn?t that she didn?t hurt Michelle, it was just that Michelle bested her. Definitively. Her friends ultimately had to pull Michelle off of her. Now it was Theresa?s turn to cry. At least she waited to be out of Michelle?s eyesight and hearing to do it, but she did it. She did it because she was humiliated. The girl who had stolen her boyfriend and who she had gone to prove a point to had definitively proven that she was the better woman.

3 weeks later, both girls had recovered and Michelle showed up at Theresa?s prom with Theresa?s ex-boyfriend. Theresa was crowned Prom Queen and her ex was crowned Prom King. Unfortunately for Theresa, they both circulated in the same group of friends and ended up at the same beach house for ?prom weekend? so Michelle was there. It was a tinderbox, and it came to a head on the beach the second night in front of everyone. Both girls were a little drunk, in their bikinis having been on the beach all day, and finally they got into a stare down. Theresa?s boyfriend tried to talk Michelle down and get her away, but she wouldn?t have it. She refused to be intimidated by ?that catty bitch?. Theresa wasn?t about to let this other alpha female spray in her territory.

The fight finally happened at about 10 pm that night, Theresa had climbed over the dunes to piss and when she climbed back she literally found herself face to face with Michelle. Their enormous tits were touching, barely constrained by the tiny bikinis neither would cover up despite the sun having gone down hours earlier. They stared at each other and finally Michelle said, ?You ready to get a whupping again, cow??

?You lookin? to try, whore?? and they pushed into each other, their breasts pressing firmly against each other. The fight erupted. This time, absolutely no one was around at first but eventually everyone realized that both girls were missing and came looking. When they found the two of them, Michelle was badly beaten up this time, but was still on top and beating the living crap out of Theresa. Once again, Michelle had proven she was the better woman, this time though, in front of everyone.

And so, fast forward to the email of the morning, which came from the woman who organized the fight club:

?Dear Theresa,

Your next fight is scheduled for Monday. A challenge has been made for your title as club champion, lightweight division. She is a relative newcomer to the club, but she has won all four of her entry level fights and although I discouraged her strongly from jumping right to you, she insisted. Her name is Michelle Reznick and you can get her at the number below to arrange a location and determine who will get the referee??

Sincerely,

Suzanne?

She had been expecting this ever since she had heard Michelle had returned and was competing in the fight club.