Anthropology Master's Thesis
By Soxs


   It seemed easy enough...the twenty eight year old would write her 
thesis on the human conflict known as the catfight. She'd never been in 
a fight, but she had seen a few. The words flowed freely as she 
fevorishly wrote all night. On it's completion, she felt that something 
was missing. 
    Across town, another woman of twenty seven was busy with the same 
topic. She too had viewed a few catfights but had never been in any form 
of fight as her unknowing counterpart.  The writing part completed, she 
too felt a void with the paper. 
    Fate steared them both to the town square where a small park layed. 
They'd ponder their work and maybe with the early morning air, come up 
with the missing link. Each greeted the other and sat on neighboring 
benches, sipping cappachinos. After a bit, they chatted and eventually 
got to the topic of their dispair. On further chatting, they discovered 
their mutual endeavors and thought together to fill the missing points 
of their papers. Megan and Jill looked at each other and finally 
realized their flaw.  They each stated their lack of experience in 
actually taking part in this topic and toyed with the idea of fighting 
each other for real for purely academic reasoning. Each was reluctant to 
do this most violent task,but for a master's degree, they would have no 
other choice. The two women set a time and place, picked out identical 
clothing to make it as even as possible, and prepared for the day. 
  Jill and Meg kept this encounter secret from their husbands and 
children. They planned the meeting with utmost cunning. On the day of 
their encounter, Meg and Jill sent their husbands and kids off to work 
and school, and donned their fighting clothes. Each would wear pullover 
knit tops,bluejeans,two padded bras,thick white sweatsocks and sneakers. 
    Meg arrived as Jill was unlocking the door to the garage that her 
cousin had set up for excersising. Since her cousin was out of town for 
the week and she had a key, this would suit them to a tee. The garage 
was spacious enough to hold two cars, but instead had equipment stored 
in a small area and a large mat on the floor.  They strolled inside, 
locking the door behind them. Meg eyed Jill's sneakers and they decided 
that the differences in them would render the contest uneven. Jill's 
were hightoped, Meg's were low cut. They unlaced them and took the 
sneakers off, opting to fight in just their socks. 
   Jill and Meg stood silent and waited to see how they should start. 
After some thought, they simply moved to each other and grasped on with 
loose embraces. The hesitant fighters began to grapple around the mat in 
a friendly manner at first. Closing together in a tighter fashion now, 
they began squeezing in an upper body double bearhug.  The women grunted 
lightly as they swayed from side to side in this lockup. 
   Meg and Jill moved their arms higher and grasped each other in 
headlocks, bending together and stumbling in a wide arch. Jill got her 
leg around Meg's and thrust her to the floor. Before they resumed she 
said, We're not catfighting we're wrestling.  Meg reluctantly 
acknowledged and the two women prepared to carry the fight to the next 
plain.  They sighed in unisin and moved to meet again.  This time, Meg 
and Jill reached for each others' hair and began pulling lightly at 
first. They chirped in discomfort as their hands explored the blonde 
targets that they were attacking.  Meg and Jill moved about the room and 
pulled harder with each circle they made. 
    Meg's eyes teared as she grasped her opponent's lockes and twisted 
them, causing Jill to cry out in pain.  Now Jill's eyes filled with 
liquid as she fought back with twisting movements of her own. The women 
were now fighting for real, each trying to beat the other. Meg balled 
her fist and hurled it into Jill's breasts. The struck woman gasped and 
thrust her own right fist back into the padded bra of her foe. They 
stayed locked in each others' hair with one hand while they battered 
away with the other into their padded bras. Anger filled each woman now 
and they battled with hate and rage. 
   Meg broke off the conflict and shoved Jill to the floor. She tried to 
catch her breath but Jill lurched into her and tackled her down into a 
torrent of violent female fury.  They fought with everything they could 
think of. Hair pulling ripped at scalps,punches battered soft skin,feet 
kicked out at anything they could strike. The women sobbed as they 
fought on the floor. Jill kneed Meg in her stomach and that broke them 
apart for a rest. 
   They glared at each other as they sat exhausted and battered on the 
floor. Meg spoke in a sobbing,breathless plea.  One more go at each 
other and we can call it quits. Jill answered with a labored,Okay. 
    Meg and Jill struggled to their feet and fell onto each other.  They 
grasped together and fell in short order. Both rolled in slow motion, 
locked together in a tangled mess of bodies. They entwined their legs 
tightly and went for breast mauling now. Jill and Meg held onto each 
other as they twisted and pulled at each other's  mammeries.  The fight 
had lasted thirty minutes,the women layed locked together almost 
motionless except for the slight hand movements. They groaned painfully 
in each others' ears as they layed together on the mat. Enough, came 
from Jill's lips as she pushed her opponent away from her. Meg released 
her grasp and they cried there on the floor as the women laced on their 
sneakers and left the garage. The End