While looking for another story, came across this oldie by Masked Writer and thought some might enjoy a repost here.
Meaow
Jessie
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FEMFIGHT CLUB: ANKE VS JESSIKA
(Anke and Jessika?s reality show?)
By The Masked Writer
The taxi dropped Anke in front of the building and left. It was a cool night and she had only a light coat over her dress so she rushed inside the building and looked at the billboard in the lobby: MWTV Production 3d floor.
She walked as quickly as she could to the elevator. When she pushed the button to call the machine, she hesitated one last time. Was she going to do it ? But it was only a passing hesitation. She had too much as stake. And not only the money. She had been actually looking for this for months. She couldn?t live with herself if she backed down. She just hoped she wouldn?t regret it. The elevator arrived. She took a deep breath, went in and pushed the 3d floor button. As the door closed and she felt the lift, fear began to sip in, like a cold vibration in her stomach. She tried to fight it by reviewing her moves, the scenarios she had imagined on how this was going to happen.
The doors opened and she went into a corridor. On the next door she could seen the letters MWTV with the logo figuring a wrestler?s masks. She pushed the doorbell button and the door opened from the inside.
A man with a headgear made her come in. ?You are Anke? Come in I will show you to your dressing room.?
So she followed him through the studio where technicians were actually putting the last touch to the microphone, cameras and spotlight. She could see that the public had already came in by another door. There were rows of seats on three side of the stage and they were already full.
The stage.
Actually it was an octagonal steel cage which bars were covered in plastic so as not to hurt the people inside.
But she was already in the dressroom. It was complete with a mirror, seat, etc but all for herself. She would see her opponent only once in the cage.
As the dressroom?s door closed behind her, she could hear the jingle music playing. It was only a sound test but she could recognize the theme of the hottest new realty show in town: Masked Writer?s Femfight Club. The crowd cheered.
She looked in the wardrobe: her costume was there all right. Before taking of her clothes, she had another moment of panic and hesitation.
Was she really going to do this? Then she heard the voice of the show host:
?Ladies and gentlement! Welcome to this new edition of the hottest reality show ever! The ultimate in competition. The place where sex and violence runs wild ! Welcome to the Masked Writers Femfight Club!?
The crowd cheered and Anke knew there was no going back. She started to take off her clothes.
She remembered how she got here. It had all begun after that catfight against her neighbor, Ginny. A fight she had lost in a humiliating way. Nobody talked to her about it after the event but the silence of her family and friends was worst than nagging. Everytime she saw Ginny she felt like the other woman was laughing. She was sure her son now considered her a no good, weak, fat wimp.
She felt terrible.
She just could not live with it. She became obsessed with the idea of making up for it, a desire to enhance her image in her son?s and husband?s eyes.
She became obsessed with wrestling and fights of all sorts. She looked at TV shows, movies and so on. She even went as far as making it up with Ginny and learning some wrestling trick from her.
Then she had seen the commercial on cable TV.
A new TV show, where women from everywhere competed in all sorts of events in a yearly tournament, with money for the winner. No training required. Competitors were selected at random among people who gave their names. Only winners were going further in the tournament.
So she called and gave her name.
Her family tried to dissuade her from doing it. Her husband told her she could be hurt. Her son told her she was in no condition. She did it just the same. And then, one day, she received a phone call. Her name had been selected. She had her chance for a no-holds barred catfight against a woman she would meet only in the cage.
She now has put her costume on. A red leotard with white legs, leaving her shoulder, arms and back bare. Not that it suits her that much but the rules are strict: anything loose is forbidden. It must be as difficult as possible to grab the fabric. Actually it makes her belly look bigger than it already is and her thighs and legs seems to be shaking like jello at every moves she makes. The overall impression is flab. The only good point is the color goes well with her dark, shoulder-length, blonde hair.
She knows that pictures of her and her opponent?s private life are on air as the show host is going on:
?Tonight we have one huge catfight match, between our two one-night stars, Anke and Jessika !?
Jessika, in her dressroom, has also finished putting on her costume. Contrary to Anke, she is rather satisfied with the overall look. The gold one-piece leotard suits well her solid, tall, fit body and the color goes well with her short auburn hair. She is a bit nervous about her opponent, which she has not see yet. But she is confident. She has been in countless fight and when the Masked Writer told her about this new TV show, she said ?I am in!?. The Masked contacted her not long after that fight he had organized between her and some young wimp in a holiday resort. (See Repost: Blast from the past! by Masked Writer and page down the thread to Jill vs Jessika). So she thought: why not?
Of course, this is TV and if she loses, the humiliation will be seen by millions. But, well ?
Then somebody knocks at the door.
-?Come in??
It is a technician: ?Time for you !? he said.
Jessika, without hesitation, walks out the room into the studio. The crowd is a on its toes and she walks straight towards the open door of the cage. She can feel the critical eyes of all those men (and some women) on her as she comes into the squared circle and the voice of the host is shouting her stats:
? Our first contestant, 48 years-old 5 ft 11, 165 pounds, a former semi-pro athlete and an experienced fighter , ?Big Bad Jess? Jessika !?
The crowd cheers. After a while the ring announcer goes on :
?Her opponent, at 39 years-old, 5?3 and 175 pounds, one previous fight only, a mother and a wife, Anke !?
Anke, having been called as well by a technician, comes in, flashy in her red leotard.
Now both women faces each other in the cage, trying to make their mind about their opponent.
Anke is scared. That woman is older than she is but obviously fit and she towers over her. She looks like a real scrapper. Anke thinks she is going to need a miracle if she wants to have a prayer in that fight. ??What have I done ?? she thinks.
Jessika, on the other hand, is smiling. That woman is a short fattie. Of course there could be more than meets the eye but, at first sight, she is mostly soft belly and quivering cellulite. She might have to give her a chance to make the show last a bit.
The crowd is chanting: ?Cat-fight! Cat-fight! Cat-fight!?
A small group of fans is chanting Jessika?s name, she waves at them. They cheer even more.
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