Well, the response was enough to motivate me to write the Girls' Fight Club, part 2. Thank you to all those who took the time to read, vote, and/or comment on my story. Actually, it was my intention to write it all along and I posted it a few days after I posted the first part of Girls' Fight Club. I was only looking for a bit of dramatic effect, sort of like a drum roll, as a buildup to the sexual excitement of cat fighting women.
This story, part two of Girls' Fight Club, is about what happened on the first Girls' Fight Club night, which was a sellout success. Even though the Girls' Fight Club was advertised in the daily newspapers and talk radio, no one knew what to expect but all who were in attendance hoped for a hot time and they were not disappointed. Many of those who attended had seen catfights before but nothing like this and/or as organized. This was a first and after witnessing the extent of hot erotic action, they knew that it would not be the last.
The first up was a couple of housewives who were feuding neighbors. They had heard about the girls' fight club advertised and with the encouragement of their husbands, the fight was on. The women figured that this was a relatively safe way to finally settle their differences. They figured it a fun way to get out their anger and get on with being neighbors, again. Neither one wanted to injure the other. They were out to make their point by beating one another down and forcing them to publicly submit, that's all. Conversely, the men knew that it was a way for them to see one another's wife stripped naked and, knowing that their wives would never agree to fight if they knew that they were going to be stripped naked, they did not tell their wives about what was to happen either.
It was all very serious and professional. There was a promoter, a manager, (the same two managers for every fighter), who acted as trainer and cut man, a ring announcer, ring referee, judges, scorekeepers, ring doctor, and even a bell.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!"
The scorekeeper rang the bell at the cue of the announcer to get the attention of the crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we welcome you to our very first and hopefully not our last, Girls' Fight Night."
Wild with anticipation for the fights to begin, the crowd cheered.
"Allow me to introduce our judges," said the announcer and each judge stood and turned to wave to the crowd behind them, "Billy Ryan, Dom Pello, and Joe Nace. Our referee Johnny Lark and our scorekeeper is Vinnie Sands. Doctor at ringside is Dr. Mario Marco." The referee gave a quick nod of acknowledgement to the crowd and the scorekeeper and doctor stood and waved.
From the ladies room emerged the first two of tonight's combatants. Everything was done much like a real fight night, only the boxers wore their regular street clothes without shoes, or in this case, of cat fighting women at Girls' Fight Night, short dresses or skirts and low cut tops. The crowd was on their feet cheering, whistling, and clapping as the women made their way down the center aisle towards the ring. Both fighters were in their early thirties.
Tina was about 5'4" and had shoulder length blonde hair. She was pretty. She wore a flared skirt, which came to about mid thigh and a clingy pullover top that stretched across her 34 B's. She was thin lipped and by the way that she kept her head down and did not look at or acknowledge the crowd or wave to anyone in the audience, she appeared bitchy and unfriendly. Maybe, she was just nervous. As soon as she stepped over the bottom rope and squatted beneath the middle rope to climb in the ring, despite her best attempts at modesty, she flashed white panties to the audience. The crowd cheered at the site of her panties.
Maureen was a big girl, 5'8" with short brown hair and wore her fight face; she looked angry. She wore a wrap around skirt that came to her knee with a white blouse that buttoned over her 40 D's. The way she played off the crowd, waving and blowing kisses, she appeared friendly and approachable. Yet, once she returned her focus back to the fight, she displayed her fight face, again. In the looks department, it was apparent that she has seen better days. She stepped over the middle rope giving the crowd a generous flash of her pale blue granny panties.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!" The scorekeeper rang the bell to quiet the crowd and to get their attention.
Tonight's card has Tina, in the corner to my right, at 5'4". She is a 130 pound housewife from Cambridge. Maureen, in the corner to my left, at 5'8", is the 180 pound, next door neighbor of Tina. The dispute is over Maureen's barking Rottweiler who craps on Tina's front lawn along with the issue of the dog's incessant barking," said the announcer laughing with the crowd. "The winner of the bout is the decreed winner of the disagreement with the feud over and done." Girls' Fight Night worked much like Judge Judy's courtroom only with punches instead of reprimands.
The referee called the women together in the center of the ring.
"Ladies, this is a fight of three, 3-minute rounds. You will have a clean fight with no kicking, head butting, eye gouging, and hair pulling. Tearing one another's clothes off and stripping your opponent naked is perfectly acceptable," he said with a wink to Maureen.
Tina shot the referee a panicked look and then appealed to Maureen with pleading look, as if to say; please do not strip me naked. She turned looking for her husband in the crowd with a look of panicked desperation. He waved and cheered. Maureen turned and looked for her husband in the crowd and gave him the thumbs up sign.
"Protect yourself at all times and never turn your back to your opponent. You will return to your neutral corner at my command, stop fighting at the sound of the bell, and come out from your corners and begin fighting at the sound of the bell. Good luck to both of you. Now, touch gloves, return to your corners, and come out fighting when the bell rings."
The women touched gloves and returned to their corners waiting for the bell to ring.
"Ding!"
They both met in the middle of the squared circle with a half hearted jog. Immediately, Maureen hit Tina with two quick jabs to her head protector that knocked her head back each time and the back of her skirt jumped up flashing her white panties to the ringside spectators. Tina threw a haymaker, but Maureen ducked down and the blow sailed over her head. Again, Tina's short skirt hopped up enough for all to see her pretty whites. They danced around the ring with Tina staying out of reach of Maureen's fists. Maureen continued stalking Tina and when Tina stepped inside to try to hit her with a jab, Maureen let go a left uppercut that knocked Tina off her feet and on her ass. With her skirt now around her waist and her panties visible for all to see, Tina struggled to get up gradually climbing to her knees with her ass in the air. The referee started his slow count but Tina was on her feet by a five count.
