Melissa
SHEILA VS. BECKY
It was in gym class. My friend Sheila and I were sitting in the locker room when another friend came in and told us of a rumor. It was about Sheila. A number of rumors had been spread about her, but we didn't know by who until this day. A girl named Becky had been doing it and this time she was going around telling everyone that Sheila was "easy". Sheila was not that kind of girl. She had shoulder length red hair and was a nice person. Becky had long brown hair that she always wore up. I knew them both as friends but they didn't like each other for some reason. It was 1985 and we were in the seventh grade.
When Becky entered the locker room, Sheila confronted he r and asked why she was spreading these rumors about her. Becky just laughed and told Sheila that she wanted to. With that, Sheila stepped forward and raised her fists to Becky. The other girl responded in kind and they began to fight right there in the locker area.
Sheila knew how to fight, my brother had taught us both. Becky didn't and she was throwing wild rights and lefts at Sheila that she simply dodged away from. Since everybody,including the gym teacher, was nearby, I stopped them fast and told them to finish this when class has begun. The plan was to sneak back to the locker room while our teacher and classmates were in the gym. They agreed and asked me to witness the fight, knowing I was friends to both and wouldn't intervine during the battle. I agreed and we went to the gym.
After about five minutes,we snuck off the floor,as our classmates played basketball,and headed back to the locker room. We had been warming the bench so it was easy to leave without being noticed.
Becky,Sheila,and I quietly entered the locker area and they agreed to fight in the shower bay, a large open area that contained numorous showers and vast open space. I stood aside and watched as they squared off like boxers at center room. We were all wearing our gymsuits which consisted of tee shirts,gym shorts, sneakers and white gym socks...pushed down.
Sheila and Becky moved around the room slowly at first,fists up and ready. Their sneakers squeeked as they dragged their feet along the tiled floor. Sheila fired off the first punch after a few minutes of circling, striking Becky right in her mouth. Becky's head lurched back as Sheila's fist slammed into her teeth. Blood trickled from a cut lip as they circled,but her teeth were okay. Becky attacked with a wild flurry of lefts and rights that flew at all parts of Sheila. Most of her punches missed their marks as she was not a very good fighter. Sheila just kept out of range and let Becky follow her all around the room.
They moved in slience except for Becky's grunts at each attempted punch. Sheila would jab at her as they fought their way around the tiled room. Sheila's jabs were hitting Becky with easy effort as she was a good fighter. Becky kept following Sheila all around the room, swinging wildly but missing mostly. Sheila moved smoothly as her opponent trudged after her, furious at not being able to land many punches.
Becky did get lucky on a few occasions,and landed a punch every so often. A right popped into Sheila's face, causing her to get a bloody nose, but she kept fighting. Becky took a hard shot to her cheek, which slowed the fight for a minute. They held their fists up but just circled around at close range,no punches being thrown.
Sheila threw an uppercut that thwacked into Becky's side. The hit girl gasped out and backed up a step, only to step forward again, right at Sheila. They stood toe to toe and exchanged punches in a slow but hard manner. Their fists pounded into each others' bodies as they grew weary from the fight but refused to give up. Sheila was in far better shape at this point but was beginning to tire. Becky was battered and exhausted but still fought on.
Blood flowed from Becky's mouth and Sheila's nose . They fought close and leaned against each other, battering away at their stomachs and sides. An occasional punch was landed to their heads as they stood locked together in combat.
Sheila got Becky and bulled her up against the lockers, she slammed hard into them. Once there, they fought a fierce punch up that had Becky up against them. Sheila had her now, and pummeled her with hard lefts and rights until I stepped in and stopped them. Becky had droped her hands to her sides as Sheila battered away at her, so I thought it best to stop it. Becky slumped to the floor as Sheila pranced around the room like a victorious boxer.
I helped Becky to the shower and washed off the blood from the floor. Sheila went to another shower and got cleaned up...just before the teacher and classmates entered to shower up. They never knew what happened that day. The girls had fought for thirty minutes and became good friends after their fight. The End Prize fight
The morning sun had begun to rise slightly over the horizon. The country air smelled sweet of lilacs and meadow grass. A figure appeared on the hillside and strolled down the rolling meadow towards the flat. From the opposite direction another figure appeared and moved towards the same location. Each was of female gender, 30's in age, and quite beautiful. They had their long brown hair pulled tightly in buns that protruded from the the backs of their heads and were snuggly fastened with ribbons. One woman adorned a yellow ribbon, the other's green. They moved to the plateau that layed hidden from the worl d and stopped at opposite sides. Each woman carried a motherly build...rounded and soft in appearance. They each stood five feet and eight inches tall and stared across at each other in the morning silence, hands at their sides, feet firmly planted in the soft grass. The woman with the yellow ribbon was named Rachel. The other woman was named Vivian. In the center of this plateau a small wooden fenced corral was situated. It had once held the sheep that grazed the meadow but had sat unoccupied for the year. It was a holding pen for the shearing season which was now far off in the year. The ground surface of the corral was now clean and grass covered from lack of use. Vivian and Rachel climbed through the rails and stood at opposite corners of the corral, still silent. They removed their bonnets fir st, placing them on the fence posts in their respective corners. Next, they untied their ankle length farm dresses and slid out of them. Each draped their dress over the top rail carefully and turned to face each other. Vivian and Rachel stood now in their fighting attire, skin tight stretch leggings that were just below their knees, thick, white stockings that were thickly ribbed from their tops to their bottoms, and brown ankle height buttoned shoes that were flat soled. Sleevless skin tight tops of white were also worn by both. Vivian and Rachel had discovered this unused place and had agreed to meet here for their first fight. Both women had never been participants to this sport, but each had desired to engage another woman for the thrill and had met by chance and arranged to fight. Vivian and Rachel took deep breaths and nodded to each other that they were ready to begin. They cautiously moved from their corners and entered the record books as the first bare knuckled prize fight between women. The prize of one hundred dollars was donated by the figure that sat hidden from view of the two ladies. He had gotten wind of their intentions to fight and had offered the prize money if he was given the privilege of viewing the contest. The women reluctantly agreed as long as he stayed out of sight if the fray. Rachel and Vivian shuffled across the "ring" to each other and raised their fists ala 1800's style. Knuckles aimed out and hands straight up in front of their faces. The women began to circle slowly and moved in silence. Vivian struck out first, missing a jab at Rachel's face. Her fist whizze d past Rachel's cheek as she ducked away from the incoming blow. Rachel circled and fired off an uppercut that caught Vivian about her right breast. She gasped as the blow struck her soft mound. Vivian backed away three steps and moved to her opponent again, unleashing a hard left hook to Rachel's side. The stricken lass chirped out a squeal as she stumbled back a few steps. Vivian followed her and let fly a hard right cross to Rachel's chin. The lass took the blow#, her head jolted back as she stumbled to keep her footing. Vivian was right on her and followed up with a barrage of lefts and rights to Rachel's body. Rachel covered herself up and tried to back away from the attacking woman. Vivian strode into her prey and unleashed more punches to Rachel's body. Rachel cried out as her opponent battered her with both fists. As they moved about the corral, Rachel found herself trapped in the corner with Vivian pummeling her stomach and chest area. Vivian stood against Rachel and plowed her with hard punches to her body that thudded against the soft material of her top. Rachel still tried to cover herself up but the body punches kept coming. She was able to unleash a hard uppercut that cut through onslaught and landed square on her jaw. Vivian staggered back and Rachel followed her with hatred in her eyes. Rachel swung wide with a hard right cross that smacked into left cheek, causing the lass to stagger and stumble into the fence rails. Rachel leaned against her and plowed her with both fists to all parts. Vivian grunted and moaned as they changed advantages now. Rachel unleashed continuous punches to her opponent as Vivian cried out and tried to counter the attack. A few punches did strike her attacker but most fell to the sides as Rachel leaned on her and battled away. Vivian clinched Rachel tightly and trapped her arms at her sides. They stood struggling as Rachel tried to free herself and continue her barrage as Vivian held on to regroup her strength from the beating she had just endured. The women were weeping softly as they stood locked together and struggled against the rails. Rachel worked her right arm free and reached for Vivian's hair. Her fingers dug into the brown lockes and pulled her head to the side. This caused Vivian to release her clinch and Rachel fired a hard left roundhouse into Vivian's mouth. Vivian reeled backwards as she bellowed out in pain. Almoat falling to the grou nd, she caught herself at the last moment and stayed up. Rachel sighed deeply at not having knocked her opponent down and moved to resume the fight. Vivian hung on the fence rail and watched as Rachel advanced on her. Traces of blood were seeping from Vivian's mouth as she moved away from the rail and readied herself for Rachel. They squared up and began to circle slowly. Rachel popped off a left jab to Vivian's right eye. She squealed as it hit. Vivian retaliated with a left cross that smacked into Rachel's cheek and thwacked loudly as it hit. Her cheek glowed red from the stinging blow. They moved slowly around the "ring" and punched out short jabs that smacked into their soft faces. Rachel's eye received a sharp jab that caused it to swell half shut. Vivian's eye had swollen half shut from the pr evious blow as well. They shuffled in a silent ballet of combat. As if on command, both women stepped into each other and closed together with a horrid body to body punch up that brought them into a serious struggle of punch for punch war. They stood leaning into each other and threw both fists into their soft bodies with wild abandon. The weeping women lurched and stumbled about the fenced in pen as they fought at close range. Vivian manuvered Rachel into a corner and the women grasped onto each other with one arm while they pummeled their bodies with their free hands. Their feet shuffled up dust as they stood locked in combat. They brought their legs into play, intertwining each other's to stay up from the grueling attacks. Heads were rested on each others' shoulders as they continued to fight in the corner. Vivian rammed herself against Rachel, thrusting her against the hard fence rails. Rachel cried out as she fought back and walloped her foe with hard uppercuts to the breast area. Vivian unlocked her leg from Rachel's and attempted to retreat but Rachel held on and followed her out to the middle of the "ring", still punching at her breasts. Vivian unleashed her own breast attack and the women stood locked in a breast punch up that thwacked and thudded with cruel intent. They fought a heated exchange like this for five full minutes until both tripped from exhaustion and fell to the ground. Rachel and Vivian slowly struggled to their feet and groggily squared up once more. Sweat soaked them, blood trickled from battered lips and mouths, as they strained to stay on their feet. Vivian attacke d and let go a wild over handed barrage of lefts and rights that slammed into Rachel's upper body and head area. Rachel instinctively returned the blows in kind. They stood battling in the most violent exchange of the fight. Neither woman would back off as they continued to fight with both hands and both hearts. Missed blows by each sent them colliding into each other. They quickly locked together into a crushing clinch that embraced them as one. The women cried freely and panted as they squeezed together like wrestlers. Vivian brought her right arm down and got it free of Rachel's grasp. She then brought it back and rammed a devistating bolo punch to Rachel's already pummeled stomach. The stricken lass gasped out a sickening cry and began to slump downward to the ground. Vivian held her up by her h air and delivered another bolo to Rachel's face, splitting her senuous lips. Blood splattered onto them both as she spun to the grass. The gasping Vivian peered down at the fallen Rachel and waited for her to get up. Her knuckles were cut and bleeding from the many punches she had wreaked on her foe. Rachel shuttered slightly and fell into sleep. A knockout...Vivian collected her prize money and left the meadow. Rachel awoke shortly there after and was given an equal amount. The End The Big Red Barn They lived on neighboring farms and had often gazed across the fields at each other,contempt in their stares. Hilda and Gretta were in their late twenties and each was of a farmgirl build...wholesome.
Word has it that they had been feuding over a certain comment made by Hilda in regards to Gretta's general appearance. A snide remark had escalated to a daily exchange of harsh stares and threatening gazes between the two. Words had been exchanged briefly in angry tones but the presence of possible onlookers in the distance quelled the verbal battle that day.
Gretta and Hilda each wished that they could meet somewhere in private and have at it with no restrictions or onlookers but were bonded by their strict religious beliefs. As time passed and the glares grew more menacing, it was Gretta that made the first gesture to Hilda on that sun drenched field that linked their t wo farms. As Hilda watched in surprise, Gretta balled up her fist, hiding it from view by her side,and slowly moved it in an up and down motion. Hilda, returned the hand gesture using her fist and sliding it up and down her side towards Gretta. They were careful to keep the threatening fists from view of any possible onlookers that might be working in the neighboring fields.
On the first day of gesturing with their fists, nothing happened. Just a quick one gesture each aimed at the other, and they resumed their chores in the fields. As the days passed the gestures became the morning greetings for both women. As soon as they saw each other across the vast farmland, each aimed a menacing fist at the other...but in a protected way as not to be seen by anyone else. They continued to glare at each other and it was as if each was daring the other to fight. Who would disobey the sacred rule against violence first and actually issue the challenge? Two weeks had passed since the first fist was shown to each woman. Each was more than willing but guilt of being caught by their elders in such an act of conflict surpressed them to just threaten each other in silence with the motions of their fists.
On a paticularly beautiful morning Gretta and Hilda found themselves within talking distance as each prepared to plant seeds for their fields. As always, they showed each other their menancing fists and prepared to begin the planting when Hilda made a bold move. As Gretta stared in total surprise, Hilda showed her a menancing fist and pointed to the big red barn that sat on an adjoining farm. Gretta g estured a what do you mean gesture, holding her hands out from her sides. Hilda once more showed her fist to Gretta,pointed to the big red barn, and then pointed to herself and then back to Gretta. Gretta smiled a wide evil grin as the message sank in. She slowly gestured back, showing her fist,pointing to herself and Hilda, and then to the big red barn. Hilda slyly grinned and nodded, leaving her work and trudging off into the direction of the big red barn. Gretta started her own journey in the same direction, her heavy rubber farm boots clunking as she made the long walk to the sight of their showdown. Her farm dress swished against her shapely legs, just above her boot lines as she watch her opponent approaching from the neighboring field. Hilda's farm dress was almost the same as Gretta's, except her's was slightly lighter then Gretta's brown sleevless dress, worn by all of the women in the fields of this region. Her farm boots were also made of heavy rubber as most farm hands boot are. The boots rose to just below the knees of both women.
Hilda arrived first and slipped inside the barn, the sunlight beaming into it's windows. The barn had been unused for some time, it's flooring wood, covered with a clean layer of straw that layed about three inches thick. Gretta entered and the women nervously moved around at a safe distance from each other as they spoke. They made a vow of silence about what was about to take place. Each requested a moment to get mentally set for combat and they stood motionless, eyes closed and hands at their sides. The women opened their eyes and glared into each others', spoilin g for a fight.
The women began to move on each other in a straight path, slowly. Both women got to within five feet of each other and charged! With a loud thud, their bodies collided with a hateful embrace that locked them together into a full fledged catfight. Arms wrapped around heads and upper bodies as they aimed their hands into each others' hair, pulling at close range in a torrid of twisting fingers and hair. Their bodies clamped in this violent embrace lurched about the large floor of straw in a swaying battle of female against female. Each woman strained as they fought out the first seconds of battle in this harsh embrace of squeezes and hairpulling. Their heavy boots chaffed against the others' as they struggled around the barn. Hilda got her leg behind Gretta's and tried to trip he r but the struggling woman held on. They staggered across the barn and Gretta attempted the same manuver on Hilda, with no luck.
The women fought into the wall and fought in circles against it, first Hilda against it, then Gretta. Their bodies thudded into the hard wood as they shoved each other against it while maintaining their hairpulling embraces. Grunts and loud groans filled the barn as they battled down the wall and into the corner. Gretta trapped Hilda in the corner and rammed herself against the confined woman repeatedly. Hilda began to weep as she took the full force of Gretta's abuse, slamming her body into the wall. Hilda heaved herself into a spin that reversed them, and now assaulted Gretta, slamming her against the same wall that had given her such pain. Now it was Gretta who wept as h er opponent showed her no mercy. Hilda rammed her opponent's head into the hard wood as she maintained her vicious hair pulling assault. Gretta held onto her rival's hair as she took the full punishment against her body. Gretta screamed as her head thudded against the hard surface. In a desperate move, she launched her heavy farm boot into Hilda's shin. The rubber footware thwacked into her opponent's leg, causing Hilda to cry out and release her opponent. They staggered apart, keeping a wary eye on each other as they moved from the corner.
Hilda and Gretta took the opportunity to wipe the tears from their eyes and move their sweaty hair from their faces. They stood swaggering in place, each exhausted and drained from the vicious battle that they were locked in. Their dresses were sweat drenc hed and disheveled as they attempted to readjust them back to normal positions. Their hair lay in wild whisps of sweat matted locks against their necks. Gretta reached down into her boots and pulled on the thick white socks that had fallen into them during the fight. Pulled full height, they were just visible over her boot tops. Hilda followed suit with her socks as well, revealing a pair of thick cable knit knee socks that rose above her boot tops. Their white bonnets lay on the floor like twisted tissues.
Gretta was first to move and raised her fists in an offensive manner. Hilda saw this and reacted in kind. The women shuffled to each other and squared off, slowly circling and glaring at each other through tear filled eyes. Hilda fired first, her right fist slammed into Gretta's cheek. Grett a launched her left into Hilda's chin, landing square on it's mark. The women chirped out as the blows struck. They jabbed lefts and rights at each other as they slowly moved about the barn. Gretta launched a wild bolo that flew past Hilda's face. She threw a hard right uppercut that slammed into Gretta's gut, doubling her over in pain. She gasped as Hilda followed up with a left hook that rammed into her side. Gretta fell to the floor, helpless. Hilda waited for her to get up a few steps away.
Gretta had managed to get on all fours when Hilda stepped forward and drilled her right foot into Gretta's side! She wailed as the boot crashed into her already aching body. A smile beamed across Hilda's face as she watched her opponent roll into a fetal position. Hilda moved again, her left boot slammed a gainst Gretta's back. The fallen woman wailed out as she layed in torment. Hilda moved in again but Gretta saw this kick coming and rolled over just in time. The boot flew past it's mark, sending Hilda reeling out of control and to the floor, next to Gretta.
They layed side by side for a minute before Gretta got to her hands and knees and crawled on top of Hilda. She layed in a front to front position with her enemy and embraced her in a cruel grinding body lock that crushed them together as one. Hilda clamped herself to Gretta and they intertwined their legs into a full head to toe lockup of wreathing women. Crushing bearhugs grinded them into gasping opponents as their legs strained and pulled against the others'. The women layed there in this battle of bodies which moved in a slow motion rolling en tanglement across the floor of the barn. Each was determined to stay and fight but both knew the end was near. They squinted with pain as they rolled in a meshed mayhem. Their heads were cheek to cheek, crying onto each other and gasping into each others' ears.
Gretta moved to top position and held her spot there, battling Hilda in this tight exchange of punishment until the woman on the bottom gasped her surrender. They rolled apart and layed for some time, crying softly and aching all over. One by one, they collected themselves and left the barn. I've heard a rumor that a rematch is in the making...but you know about rumors...:)!
The End