'Fight for Life' by Jean Frickle
Here?s a vicious deathfight by Jean Frickle that was e-mailed by Jean to Katja, and Katja shared with me, and which Jean said would be OK for me to post here.
Have only done one or two minor edits here and there, and added a sentence or two at the end.
Hope you enjoy & please comment if you do!
Meaow
Jessie
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FIGHT FOR LIFE by Jean Frickle
"Look," Steve said, "I can only keep one of you and it's hard for me to decide between you. I need a young woman who is attractive and fit. This is what I propose: I will arrange a fight between you two. Whoever wins gets the job and a $50,000 bonus! But, the loser? Well, it will be a fight to the death. Think about it." The 2 young women, Bridget and Chelsea were both beautiful women, both capable and fit. They didn't know each other, but they looked at each other when given this proposal.
"I really need this, " said Bridget, "and adding a $50,000 bonus?" Chelsea replied, "Well don't f***ing think I'm gonna roll over and let you take the job. If I have to kick your ass, no problem." Bridget said, "Haha, Bitch, you're going to die. Fighting for my life? No way I'll lose." This went back and forth until both girls were ready to fight and kill the other. They would answer Steve with a positive.
Steve arranged the fight. Everyone working there was excited to see it. It would be in the office building the next night. Bridget is 24 years old, Chelsea is 23. Bridget is slightly taller at 5'6" and weighs 121 pounds. Chelsea is 5'4" and 113 pounds. Bridget was a beautiful brunette at 34C-26-28, while Chelsea's 34B-23-28 was at least as fit, and she was very quick. She runs every day. Both girls were enviably pretty.
10 days later:
Chelsea and Bridget were at opposite ends of the cheaply-made ring, both wearing just gym shorts, a tee shirt, and sneakers. There were weapons under the ring. An announcement to the girls and the crowd, "You both know what this fight means. Winner keeps her job, ups her status, and gets a bonus. Loser? Well, you both better fight for your life." The crowd cheered as they waited in anticipation.
Chelsea looked at Bridget and said, "Girl, Im gonna kick your ass so bad! Im gonna tear you apart!"..........Bridget answered, "Bring it, whore, you're a dead cunt!" And so it began. They locked hands and arms, trying to knee each other, and carefully moving their bodies back to avoid the major part of the kicks. Chelsea managed to suddenly poke a finger in Bridget's eye. Bridget, stunned, held her eye long enough for Chelsea to take a definitive advantage.
Chelsea went low to slam into Bridget's legs and knock her down. Chelsea lifted Bridget's right foot and slammed her knee down on Bridget's lower leg. "Oowww...you bitch!" Bridget screamed. As Bridget tried to get up, Chelsea slammed her foot down on Bridget's leg again. And a third time as she had Bridget screaming. Now Chelsea got on Bridget's back, grabbed her arm around Bridget's neck, and pulled back. "Come on, bitch. You're nothin'!"
After enduring this a little more, Bridget used her good leg to lift off and managed to turn over and grab Chelsea's hair. But Chelsea dropped a knee onto Bridget's breasts. Then, much to the crowd's delight, she got up and pulled Bridget's shorts down to her ankles. "No! You bitch!" Bridget screamed. She was flailing her legs, and Chelsea slipped out of the ring. Chelsea grabbed a pipe from under the ring. Bridget tried to get up but the shorts on her ankles made her fall face-first.
Chelsea had to laugh. "You can't even get out of your own way. What a stupid cunt." Bridget got the shorts off herself quickly and ran to the other end of the ring, when Chelsea came at her with the pipe. When Chelsea finally swung the pipe, Bridget put her hands up in self-defense and actually managed to grab the pipe. As they tugged, Bridget kicked her foot up, smashing Chelsea in the cunt, and the pipe went flying out of the ring.
Bridget finally had her chance. She slammed a fist at Chelsea's upper belly, just below her breasts. This surprised Chelsea and she lost her breath.
Bridget angrily raked her fingernails across Chelsea's face as she screamed. She punched her in the cunt, grabbed her tee shirt, and pulled it over Chelsea's head. She kicked Chelsea in the cunt and threw a punch at her left breast. Chelsea, screaming, was backing up until her back was against the ropes. She clotheslined Chelsea right out of the ring. But was that a mistake?
Chelsea might go to look under the ring for something. But Chelsea's first thought was to just get a metal chair. She came back to the ring holding the chair partly defensively. She didn't know Bridget's skills, but Bridget came with a dropkick, hitting the chair which hit Chelsea in the head. Bridget tried to grab the chair but Chelsea held on to it, so they were both trying to grab it. It was Chelsea that managed to lift a foot, kicking Bridget in the belly. Now Chelsea again had the chair. She slammed it at the top of Bridget's back as she was slightly bent from the stomach kick. Then she slammed the chair over Bridget's head. With Bridget down on the mat, she delivered another chair shot to the head. Chelsea then threw the chair out of the ring. She turned Bridget over, sat on her chest, and threw a right fist followed by another, at the left side of Bridget's face. Now, having Bridget in a vulnerable position, she ripped off Bridget's tee-shirt, baring her breasts. Bridget had nothing on -except her shoes. Chelsea was also topless, but still had her shorts.
Chelsea now grabbed Bridget's breasts and squeezed them hard. She twisted the nipps, making Bridget scream louder. Chelsea stood up, grabbed Bridget's arm, but Bridget had other ideas. She quickly launched her foot up between Chelsea's legs, striking her cunt. She grabbed Chelsea's hair, pulled her head down and SMASHED a knee up into Chelsea's face. Chelsea was backed into a corner, where Bridget managed to pull Chelsea's shorts off.
The crowd was cheering, loving this fight. Both pretty women naked except for shoes, both tired but had lots of fight left. Chelsea was still dazed, but managed to block a knee aimed at her cunt, with her leg. She punched Bridget in the right breast. Bridget came back with a punch to the belly. "Oogggh" As Bridget then grabbed Chelsea's breasts, Chelsea managed to get her hands on Bridget's eyes, scratching her nails across them. "Aaahhh...you bitch!" cried Bridget. As Bridget held her eyes, Chelsea RAMMED her foot up at Bridget's cunt and pushed her into the corner. She put Bridget's arms over the top rope, stood back, and KICKED Bridget in the cunt! As Bridget cried out, Chelsea repeated the move. Then she came over with punches to the cunt.
"Uhh..Uhh..Uhh..Uhh...." The grunts told the crowd just how hard she was punching Bridget's poor cunt. Bridget was crying and screaming. Chelsea dug her fingers in, scratching the bruised cunt and making it bleed. Then she proceeded to knee and kick her cunt a bunch more times, before letting Bridget off the top rope. Bridget fell to the ground, holding her beaten pussy, sobbing. "Oh God! Oh God!"she cried. "No more!" Chelsea grabbed her feet and held her legs open. Then she came down with her knee hard, on Bridget's cunt. Bridget held herself in pain. "Oh God! No more!" Chelsea laughed.
Chelsea came to grab Bridget, but Bridget had the sense to quickly get a thumb to Chelsea's eye. As she held it, Bridget rolled out of the ring. Now it was Bridget's turn to grab a weapon. She came back to the ring with a garden fork. The 3-pronged instrument in her hand made a look more intimidating...kind of like Wolverine. Chelsea backed up. Then she wisely kicked at Bridget's arm, but it was just a glancing kick and Bridget held on to the weapon. "I'm gonna kill you, you bitch!" yelled Bridget. The crowd was so into it, they loved this!
She cornered Chelsea, but Chelsea managed to grab Bridget's arm with the weapon. Bridget wisely SLAMMED a knee into Chelsea's belly. She managed to twist her arm enough to have sole possession of the instrument again. She raked it against Chelsea's left breast. "YAAAAAGH!" Chelsea cried, seeing the bloody scratch marks on her breast. Bridget lifted the fork again, but Chelsea tried to turn away. The fork came down on Chelsea's back, unintentionally, although effectively. She screamed again as long deep scratches were made from the top of her back, halfway down it. Chelsea somehow managed to lift a leg up behind her, kicking Bridget in the cunt. The weapon went flying as Bridget went down from the unexpected blow.
Chelsea turned around to face Bridget and punched her in the face. Bridget was down on all fours now. Chelsea kicked upwards at Bridget's ribs, knocking her over as she cried out. Then Chelsea stomped down on Bridget's back. She got on top of Bridget, grabbed her hair, pulling her neck back. "Now you've had it, bitch. She held Bridget's hair and pounded and rubbed her face down into the flooring. Chelsea, now confident, got up and threw Bridget into a corner. Chelsea motioned to someone to throw the chair back in the ring. She's had the most success so far with that, and if she can do some chair damage, she could go get a weapon of more destruction and finish her off.
The extra couple of seconds though helped Bridget to regain her sense of awareness. Chelsea ran at Bridget with the chair raised, but Bridget got a leg up and managed to kick Chelsea in the belly, forcing her to drop the chair. Now it was Bridget's chance! With a sudden burst of energy, Bridget put her head down and ran head first into Chelsea. Her head rammed Chelsea just above the cunt as Bridget also grabbed Chelsea's right leg, knocking her off her feet. Bridget went into the ropes, came back and pulled Chelsea's head forward, hurting Chelsea's back and neck as Chelsea hollered in pain. Bridget climbed through the ropes and grabbed a knife from under the ring.
The knife looked like a jackknife. Pulling out the small blade of about 3 inches in length, she quickly approached Chelsea, who was trying to regain her strength. Chelsea tried to grab the knife, but Bridget held on and slashed at Chelsea's hands and fingers. "Ahhh! sh*t!" screamed Chelsea, her hands bleeding. As Chelsea backed up, Bridget ran behind her and grabbed her neck from behind. She pulled her right arm back and brought it forward, plunging the little knife blade into the back of Chelsea's right thigh.
"YyEeAGGGHH!" Bridget slammed the knife in and out of her thigh again and again "YAAARRRGGHH! "NOOSSSTOOOP!"..., as blood was streaming down Chelsea's leg and the crowd was roaring now. Bridget grabbed her left ankle and tripped her down. She began stabbing Chelsea's foot as Chelsea was howling in pain.
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Chelsea got her hands on Bridget's hair and pulled her off of her. But Bridget's foot came up backwards, and smashed Chelsea in the cunt. Bridget still held the knife which she used it to SLASH Chelsea across the left breast. Blood sprang out. Chelsea looked like she was going to faint. Bridget began thrusting the knife into Chelsea's sides, between the ribs, the sides of her belly. She slashed across Chelsea's belly...Back & forth as the fight had turned into a huge bloodbath! The blood-thirsty crowd was yelling for Bridget to rip her apart. In a desperate last move, Chelsea used her bloody hand to push Bridget's, and the knife went flying. "You stupid bitch. You're just prolonging your death!" yelled Bridget.
"No!" said Chelsea, "you're going to die!" Chelsea slipped out of the ring but Bridget stayed with her. They both managed to get their hands on a metal pipe from under the ring. It was bigger than a hammer, but smaller and not as heavy as a sledgehammer. Two men came to push both girls into the ring. "The fighting is to be done in there." one yelled. They fought for the pipe.
Now Chelsea, fighting for her life, and Bridget were tumbling in the ring, each trying to get the upper hand. Chelsea ripped out a handful of Bridget's hair as she screamed. Her fingers raked Bridget's face. Now Chelsea went for the pipe. She aimed for Bridget's head, but Bridget moved away. Chelsea still hit her hard on the left shoulder. Chelsea used one end to slam it into Bridget's belly. Now, as it looked like Bridget might be finished, Chelsea lifted the pipe above Bridget, who was on the ground. Bridget rolled, and the pipe barely hit her, but did, in the side. Because the ground took most of the blow, Bridget escaped that one with no broken ribs. Chelsea lifted it again.
Bridget, ever so crafty, got Chelsea's ankle between her 2 feet. She turned, pulling Chelsea's leg, and Chelsea fell to the ground. Chelsea still held the pipe, but Bridget was on top of her now, trying to grab the pipe, as she kicked her knees at Chelsea's cunt. A few more kicks, and Bridget had the pipe with 2 hands, although Chelsea still had it in her hand as well. But Bridget used the force of both hands, and being above her opponent, to smash the pipe down hard, on Chelsea's forehead. The crowd was in awe, as this fight was unbelievable. Two women fighting as their lives depended on it, doing all they can to destroy their opponent.
Chelsea had a bloody cut across her forehead as Bridget stood up now. She stomped on Chelsea's cunt. again, and again, and again, each time weakening Chelsea more. She kept stomping, as a crack was heard and blood was streaming out now. Bridget was relentless, kicking and stomping away at Chelsea's ripped cunt.
Bridget easily grabbed the pipe now. She smashed an end into Chelsea's bloody cunt. She pushed it in further. She pulled it out, smashed her cunt with it many times, to the crowd's delight. She smashed the pipe over Chelsea's face 5 times, before burying the pipe into Chelsea's torn vagina. Deeper and deeper, ripping and tearing as she pushed as hard as she could. Chelsea was having seizure-like body movements. Bridget wanted to make sure she finished her off. She held the pipe against Chelsea's neck and stepped on both ends, jumping up and down. Chelsea tried as much as she possibly could to lift the pipe off her neck, but Bridget's jumping was so much stronger. People watched the choking and agony on Chelsea's face. Finally, her neck was snapping. She broke Chelsea's neck. CRACCCCKKK!!!! Chelsea?s eyes rolled wildly in her head and she was done. Dead.
Bridget raised her hands in victory and shouted at her dead victim: ?I told you I?d kill you, you f***ing BITCH!? And she moved forward, lowering her wet pussy over Chelsea?s staring, upturned face, enjoying a victorious face-f**k. With the crowd cheering her on, she ground her quivering, excited pussy hard into the dead girl?s face. Covering it with her juices, until she came with joyous, wet shudder!
Exhausted Bridget staggered to her feet and was rewarded with a job and lots of money. Not to mention the fame that comes with it. Athough it would be quite a while for Bridget to recover herself.
THE END
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Re: 'Fight for Life' by Jean Frickle
Whoa! Another winner by Jean, and with a special Jessika twist at the end. Truly the best of all worlds!
Meow gorgeous!
Cat
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Re: 'Fight for Life' by Jean Frickle
Hi Ted
I noticed that Jean didn't mention Chelsea's hair colour ... so suppose the reader could imagine her hair to be whatever she wanted? For me, I imagine her as a platinum or strawberry blonde ... TEE HEE! :-)
Glad you enjoyed her story!
Meaow
Jessie
