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Chelsea walked down the railroad tracks with her friends towards the train yard. She wore her usual attire for this type of event, a pair of keds, a pair of blue low rider terry cloth shorts, and a white crop top which showed her navel and had spaghetti straps. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight braid. Her rose tattoo on her right ankle was visible, her nails were painted pink and she had kept them long and her makeup was perfect. She had fought so many times over the last several years that she was almost bored of it. She barely ever lost. In fact, she had only lost twice before she had graduated high school?and it had been to the same girl. The same girl she was fighting today. The only thing that had ever changed for Chelsea over the course of her fighting ?history? was the size of her tits. They had grown to be a nuisance. In fact, with the exception of attracting boys, they had become a nuisance in everything. All of her athletics were harder, fighting was harder, jogging was harder. 36DD tits were big, and she had gotten them pretty late and pretty fast. She and her friends climbed down the embankment and started walking between the cars to the ?arena? as the local kids called it. It was a central part of the train yard where there were cars surrounding it but a fairly decent sized open space. Chelsea was the most popular girl in town, pretty much and a fair number of kids were walking with her. Teachers loved her, her coaches loved her and the boys loved her.
The girl she was fighting today was also popular, but in a different sort of way. For all of Chelsea?s perceived wholesomeness, Melissa was perceived as harsh and cold. Melissa was a very popular girl, and she and Chelsea had been best friend until freshman year of high school when some childish issue separated them. Melissa was an athlete and a student like Chelsea, but was a bit more of a rebel: she smoked, she wore black a lot, she fought like Chelsea but she also was a little more open about her drinking and her sex. Unlike Chelsea, Melissa had developed very young, at around age 10 but like Chelsea, she had huge tits. Although Melissa reportedly had 36DD tits also, almost everyone agreed (including Chelsea and Melissa) that her tits were bigger than Chelsea?s. The only reason why it was an issue of discussion was because they had the biggest tits in the school during their tenure there. Melissa walked from a different part of the train yard, her long black hair cascading over her olive skinned shoulders. She had thick eyeliner and dark brown lipstick, a black halter top that struggled to keep her tits in place and tight lycra Capri pants which made her whale tale and camel toe readily visible. She had a tattoo of some design in the small of her back which was visible. She had her own group of followers, about the same size as Chelsea, which included the cause of the fight, a friend of Melissa?s name Angela. Angela had taunted Chelsea at a recent graduation party about the fact that Melissa had beaten the crap out of her. In fact, she was right. Melissa and Chelsea had first fought as freshman, but had a second fight only a few months before this current meeting in which Melissa had beaten the crap out Chelsea. Ultimately, people had to pull Melissa off of Chelsea. Anyway, Chelsea was a little drunk and short tempered as always, and when Angela couldn?t shut up, Chelsea had beat the piss out of her. Angela told Melissa, Melissa called Chelsea and this led to the current scene. The two girls saw one another and there was really no sizing up. They were at each other in seconds and the fight was on.
A rapid flurry of punches was exchanged with Chelsea landing several to Melissa?s face. They both grabbed hair and pulled one-another?s head backwards. Melissa was able to reach around with a free hand and rip her nails across Chelsea?s face, leaving big welts and causing Chelsea to shriek and curse. She swung wildly to retaliate, but missed and the two separated for a moment and Chelsea kicked at Melissa and they came together exchanging kicks. They wrapped up and Melissa landed several kicks to Chelsea?s crotch and gut. Chelsea pulled Melissa?s hair and Melissa did the same, pulling Chelsea backward while successfully staying on her feet. Chelsea fell down and although trying to protect herself, was in a bad spot and Melissa unloaded kicks and fists on her, connecting perfectly with her face several times with some kicks. Chelsea broke free and escaped, backing away to regroup.
Melissa adjusted her tits and looked at Chelsea with a smirk. ?0 for 3 would look real bad on your record Chels, wouldn?t it? Why would you even show up to this fight? Everyone else knew the outcome before they came, why didn?t you? The great and wonderful Chelsea Carter gets her ass kicked by the skanky Melissa Sarafino?.AGAIN!!? and she laughed.
Chelsea wiped her bloody lip. ?Shut up Melissa. Let?s just finish this.?
Melissa and Chelsea moved towards each other. They exchanged blows in rapid succession. They grabbed at one another and Chelsea successfully put Melissa into a headlock. She unloaded repeatedly on Melissa?s face with uppercuts until Melissa reached up inside of her terry cloth shorts and pinched. Chelsea roared, as she never wore underwear and was susceptible to this type of attack as she released Melissa and backed away, her eyes wide. ?YOU DIRTY BITCH!!? she shrieked. Melissa just laughed? ?It?s not like there are any rules, Chels??
They came together again and Melissa, despite being bloody and a little swollen in the face pushed forward. She got popped in the chest and face several times but Chelsea was being backed up and stumbled as Melissa grabbed her hair and mounted her as she fell to the ground. Melissa unloaded on Chelsea?s face and big tits. Chelsea was getting her ass kicked again. Despite being pummeled Chelsea was able to buck enough to toss Melissa from her perch and was then able to get to her feet. She had to shove her tits back into the top and fix her hair. Her friends all encouraged her to stop, but she wouldn?t. The fight went on.
The two girls got at it again, with Melissa quickly getting in behind Chelsea this time lifting her up and slamming her to the ground. She grabbed the blonde?s hair and slammed her face into the ground. Chelsea got to her hands and knees and Melissa jumped off of her, kicking her several times. Chelsea moaned and got to her feet. Melissa grabbed her by her hair and slammed her head into one of the train cars. Chelsea went down, covering her face. Melissa was breathing hard and her face was a little beat up and she walked over to a friend and got a drink of water.
?You done?? she yelled at Chelsea.
Chelsea got to her feet. Her face was swollen and battered. She clearly had lost again. Melissa?s hard nipples pressed through her halter and she walked towards Chelsea.
Chelsea looked at her painfully as she got close. They swung at each other and Chelsea clawed at Melissa?s shirt as Melissa pushed her back by her hair and slammed her head into the car again and again. She kicked her in the crotch and Chelsea went down once and for all?.0 for 3.
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VERY nice, reminded me alot of catwatcher's old stories... God I miss those... and altho a fatal ending on this would of been awesome, a ko by crotch kick (LOVE IT!!!) is still great. Thanks!
MikeJV
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LOL MikeJV! I am flattered indeed to be compared to Shindy, who I think is one of the best writers ever! If these two should meet again, I have no doubt that it would have to end fatally. Melissa would almost enjoy taking her time and finishing off Chelsea. While Chelsea would gain the ultimate revenge!
Thnaks to you Shindy for the great story and to you MikeJV for a compliment.
Cat
