Femfight Club: Anke vs Jessika by Masked Writer

While looking for another story, came across this oldie by Masked Writer and thought some might enjoy a repost here.

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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.

Anke?s heart is beating, she keeps her eyes on her opponent who is looking at her fans, turning her back. Then she hear the voice of the host:
? Ladies, let?s rrrrrumble!? And the bell rings.

As fast as she can, Anke rushes head first towards Jessika. The tall woman quickly turns to face he opponent when she hears the bell.

One fraction of a second too late.

Anke has crossed the circle and tackles Jessika, burying her head into the older woman?s stomach, almost right in the plexus. Anke?s 175 lbs, multiplied by the momentum, litterally lift Jessika from the ground. Big bad Jess is projected on the cage?s bars and falls with a loud ?oooof!?, sitting on the mat, her back against the bar, completely surprised. Before she knows it, Anke is on her.

Anke grabs Jessika?s arms by the wrists and pins her against the bars. She sits on Jessika?s lap, effectively immobilizing her in a sitting position.

The crowd is completely flabbergasted and there is a second of silence before the cheers resume. This time, some are chanting Anke?s name.

Jessika quickly comes back to her senses, however, and stiffens her muscle to push Anke back. The weight of the big blonde effectively pins her on the ground but Jessika is too strong for Anke to immobilize her arms.

For a few seconds, there is a tense struggle as Jessika tries to roll on the side. She uses her long, muscular legs to shift her weight on the right and tries to move both her arms in the same direction. Anke has a firm grip on Jessika?s wrist but she is shocked to discover how much stronger than she Jessika is. Inch by inch, Jessika is gaining the edge and Anke, her face red with effort, can?t stop her. She feels her hands slipping on Jessika?s left wrist.

She feels shamed by her soft, flabby arms who obviously are no match for Jessika?s and also terrified of what will happen if the tall woman manage to get out of her position.

With one brutal move, Jessika?s frees her left arm as Anke?s grip fails and she grabs one of the cage?s bar. Pulling herself, she rolls on the side and puts her knees on the ground. Then she starts lifting herself up, slipping from under Anke.

Anke then swaps tactics and folds her legs around Jessika?s hips, attempting a body scissor, while wrapping Jessika?s head in her arms.

Mistake : it just allows Jessika more freedom of movement and Anke?s scissor doesn?t do much damage as she is squeezing her opponents solid hips.

Jessika has now put her feet firmly on the ground and, suddenly, brutally twist herself, turning her face towards the center of the ring and slamming Anke?s back against the bars.

The shock expels the air from Anke?s lungs and she loses her hold on her opponent, falling down in a great quivering of soft flesh.

Now freed, Jessika stands, facing her downed opponent. Anke is winded and tries clumsily to get back up. Both women?s bodies are covered in sweat and their leotards are soaked to the point they seem to have been painted on their bodies.

Jessika is really pissed off. She hadn?t thought that this fat bitch could put her in so much trouble.
Anke, using the cage?s bar, is pulling herself on her feet. She has her back turned at Jessika for an instant. Jessika decides to teach her a thing or two.

She closes her fist and, with all her power, throws a merciless punch into Anke?s kidney, right between two rolls of fat. Anke howls in pain and surprise as the fat quivers like jelly over all her body and her legs fail her. She falls on her knees, still holding the bar with one hand while rubbing her back with the other one.

Then Jessika grabs Anke?s long blond hair with both her hands and drags her away, on her knees, from the bars. Anke screams and tries to get back on her feet.
Jessika kicks her in the stomach, burying her foot in her opponent?s fat belly. Anke doubles over and then Jessika, using her hair for leverage, projects her brutally, head first, to the ground.

The big blonde dives towards the mat and rolls like a balloon. She ends up on her back, in a great fleshquake.

While she rolls on the side, rubbing her head, Jessika stays at a distance and starts taunting her :
-?C?mon ! come and show me something, fat bitch.!?

Anke sluggishly begins to raise herself. Her legs are shaky and she is obviously dizzy and in pain, as shown by the grin on her face. Once she is standing, seems a bit unsure of what to do next. Jessika slaps her in the face. Anke tries to protect herself with her hands but is not quick enough. She gets hit in the face. She tries a clumsy punch in retaliation but Jessika easily dodges it.

Both ladies start exchanging punches and Jessika superior range and speed gives her an easy edge. Anke can?t land a single blow but gets hit many times in the face. She backs off but Jessika goes after her.

Then Anke tries to null her opponent?s height advantage by going for close combat. She rushes under Jessika?s arms and grabs her in a bear hug. She squeezes as hard as she could but that is not very hard and she doesn?t do a lot of damage. She quickly runs out of strength and ends up barely holding her opponent. Then Jessika twists her waist and grabs Anke?s head in order to go for a hip toss.

The next second, Anke is thrown head first over Jessika?s hip and falls heavily on her back. The fall winds her completely and she stays there, immobile, for a moment. Jessika can see her opponent is exhausted and she takes her time. Deliberately she moves herself in order to stand next to Anke?s waist and then, without too much hurry, she raises her right foot and stomps the lying woman brutally in the belly.

Anke squeaks in pain and folds on herself, rubbing her stomach with her hands, rolling on the side and moving her knees almost to her chest. Tears blind her.

Then Jessika gets down on the mat and grabs Anke?s hair so as to raise her from the ground a bit. She then puts her long legs around the blonde?s thick waist and squeeze. Anke let go a deep, painful, sigh. Then big Jess grabs Anke?s right arm and twist it behind the woman?s back, in a perfect chicken wing. She holds it there with one hand and uses the other one to pinch the flab under Anke?s left arm, then to catch her left breast, squeeze it and twist it.

Anke is screaming with pain but powerless to free herself. She wiggle and writhe in vain, her legs kicking the air, making the flesh quake on her heavy thighs.

Finally she screams :
-?I give !? And, with her one free hand, she taps the ground.

Jessika knows better than to insist. If she doesn?t leave her hold, security will come in. So, she frees Anke and gets up. As Jessika stands up and lift her arms, cheered by the crowd, Anke folds in a f?tal position, overwhelmed by pain and humiliation.

The host shouts: ?The winner : Jessika !!?

Then comes the usual interview at the end of the show. Nobody will remember what Jessika said exactly, while Anke is painfully raising on her feet and walks slowly towards her room.

Jessika is being aroused by this plump woman, after all? She might just pay her a visit to her room?

THE END

Now, whether or not Jessika would actually follow Anke in her room is left to everybody's imagination.

But mostly Jessika's.

Hmm, so what do people think, did I follow her up to her room or not? Wicked wink! :-)