12 comments/ 135623 views/ 13 favorites Girls' Fight Club Ch. 01 By: BOSTONFICTIONWRITER Note: This is the first part of a two part (true) story. The first part was necessary to set up the background. The second part contains all of X-rated action, the real hot stuff. If you like the premise of the first part, you will definitely love the action in the second part. I will release the second part, which is, without doubt, sexier, hotter, and way more sexually explicit than the first part if I receive a good response to this first part. Seriously, I had to take two cold showers after reading the second part (and I wrote it) and attacked my girlfriend, as soon as she came home from work. We wrestled around the living room floor stripping one another naked before having hot sex. So, depending upon the response that I receive, score, votes, and comments, if I receive a good response, then I will post part 2, otherwise, I will busy myself on another story that you may enjoy more. So, it is up to you, the reader, if you want to read the next installment of Girls' Fight Club, part 2, vote and make a comment. That is the only way that I will know. Girls' Fight Club, part 1 Jana and Ruthie were lovers on and off whenever there was a shortage of available men, more so when they were locked away in prison where there were no men. Prison is where they met and where our story begins. They served time together in the same cell for assault. Jana smashed a beer bottle in a pretty girl's face when she caught the girl flirting with her then boyfriend. Then, she humiliated her by stripping her naked in front of a bar full of cheering men. Innocently enough, Jana would have stopped when she beat the girl down, but the men in the bar encourage her to undress the woman. Button by button, snap by zipper, she continued egged on by the crowd of men who circled the women. "Jana! Jana! Jana! Jana!" They cheered daring her to continue. First, she unbuttoned the struggling woman's blouse exposing a lace C cup bra. Then, she unzipped and pulled down her skirt exposing a matching pair of bikini panties. Next, she turned her over, removed her blouse, unsnapped her bra, and in a tug, a struggle, and a pull, her bra was off and with a swipe, so were her panties, too. "Jana! Jana! Jana! Jana!" The echoes of their chants were intoxicating. So, enthralled was she in reaping the rewards of her actions by basking in the cheers of the crowd that she stayed and did not flee, as the police pulled up, entered the bar, and arrested her. Ruthie was arrested for nearly beating a girl to death when the girl called her a butch dike. Probably, Ruthie was a butch dike but, not fully out of the closet yet, did not want to be called a butch dike in a bar full of people. Like Jana, Ruthie was a fan of humiliating her victim, too, by stripping off her clothes, or more the case, with Ruthie, ripping off her clothes. Only, with Ruthie, she took it a step further, she fondled, licked, and sucked all the appropriate places, once she had her struggling victim in a vulnerable and compromising position. Ruthie's style of stripping and humiliation was different from that of Jana's. Ruthie had hands like a man and was able to pull off a woman's blouse, skirt, panty, and/or bra with one quick pull. Ruthie wasted no time in stripping her opponent. She wanted to see her victim naked just as much as the men that surrounded her did. Those who had seen Ruthie fight before knew what was in store for her defeated opponent. "Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie!" She needed no encouragement. With a quick pull here and a hard thug there, her defeated victim was naked before she could struggle to keep her dignity. Call it destiny, kismet or fate but for two women who never met one another until thrown together in a prison cell, they had so much in common and they enjoyed sharing their exploits with one another laughing at the expense of their beaten and humiliated victims. They both liked to fight and they were good at it, too, and they both enjoyed humiliating their victims by stripping them naked. Jana stripping her victims more slowly by respecting their clothes, unbuttoning and unzipping, whereas, Ruthie, had no respect for the clothes or for her victims and would rip and tear at the fabric to quickly reveal her victim in the nude. When they were done, they owned their victims. Soon after they became friends, after meeting one another in jail and spending time together in a six by nine foot cell, they became lovers. Yet, once Jana was free of jail, having sex with a woman was the last thing on her mind. She liked men, lots and lots of men. Ruthie's attitude was different. If she was with a man, she would do him, if she was with a woman, she would do her, and if she was with a man and a woman, she would do them both. They were a couple of tough girls from the inner city but they were smart enough to know that jail was not in their future ever again. Jana was tall with long legs and auburn hair that she always wore in a ponytail and was never without her short, flared skirt. She loved wearing flared skirts because when in a fight, it gave her the mobility to move around, to kick, and an excuse to flash her great ass and shaved pussy lips to anyone looking and everyone was looking at Jana's ass and pussy lips. Jana enjoyed giving a guy who interested her, a show of the goods. She had a nice ass and was never shy about showing her thong. Ruthie had short blonde hair and was shorter than Jana by a few inches and stockier than Jana by 30 pounds. Her trademark was peasant blouses. She believed that a peasant blouse made her already big tits look even bigger and, in contrast, made her waist appear slimmer. She had peasant blouses in all colors and prints. Besides, Ruthie liked showing her tits, and peasant blouses were easy for her opponent to pull down and/or rip off when in a fight. Moreover, once her tits were exposed, she enjoyed sticking and rubbing her big tits in the loser's face. Definitely, Jana was the prettier and sexier of the two with Ruthie being a bit of a wild butch type. Just don't tell that to her face, unless you are ready for some fisticuffs. In jail, they swore their loyalties to one another and that is where they established the Girls' Fight Club. Growing up on the mean city streets, Jana in Detroit and Ruthie in New York, and both having brief occupations as hookers, they already knew how to fight, but jail is where they mastered their skills in pugilism and perfected their idea for the Girl's Fight Club. Other women incarcerated with them, gave them a wide berth whenever they walked together down the corridors of cellblock D. They had already proven themselves in a dozen scraps in prison and the Warden was eager to release them on the pretense of good behavior, just to get them out of the prison population and his overcrowded jail. Their brawls took too much of the time and energy of his guards and the patience of him. Once they came up with the idea for the Girls' Fight Club, they made a collect call to a mutual acquaintance, four hundred pound Fat Jimmy, the chef at the Big and Beefy Barbeque joint on Tremont Street in Boston. Jimmy had a thing for catfights, especially for those where the victor took the spoils of the battle by stripping her victim naked. Being a successful businessman, he had some dough to invest. The idea appealed to him on many levels. He could satisfy his sexual fantasy to watch catfights, have sex with women who loved to catfight and/or loved to watch catfights, and he could make some money. He set Jana and Ruthie up with a club of sorts that was once a union hall, now hidden away within the rejuvenated Brownstones of the yuppies in the South End of Boston. There was a full bar that ran the perimeter of a very large one hundred foot square room, only broken up by the door to enter, the fire exit, the kitchen, and the corridor that led to the men's and ladies' restrooms. In front of the bar were small tables that seated four and more if you moved them together. They made sure that there was plenty of seating capacity for the crowd at the tables and/or at the bar. Because of the city's fire law capacity, the only rule in the place was, if you were not sitting, you were not drinking, and if you were not drinking, you were out. The food was all you can eat buffet style with tables of food on all four walls. It was an art form to line up, grab your food, and sit before a bouncer bounced you out. There was no loitering in this place. People scurried to the restrooms racing back to their tables. Fortunately, there were cocktail waitresses filling drink orders. Therefore, anyone at the bar was sitting and drinking at the bar. There, in the middle of the room was a boxing ring, only much smaller than a regulation size ring, a 12x12 square. The ring was held together by three pink ropes and four pink ring posts. The mat was pink with the logo in purple letters, GFC, confined within a big, red heart. Whoever were the combatants in the ring, there was little room to run but plenty of room for action. Because the ring was smaller, the room felt more intimate giving even those who sat by the bar, a good view of the action. Of course, illegal betting was discouraged but was a rite of passage, so long as Jimmy received some of the action. Each post contained two wide angle video cameras, one posted near the mat and one posted chest high. All four posts were able to capture 360 degrees of images. Three more cameras shot the action from overhead. Jimmy sold the videos on the internet and to private clubs. He made more money with the videos than he did with the actual fight. Needless to say, everyone from valets, to the cocktail waitresses, to the bouncers, to Jana and Ruthie, to Jimmy, made a lot of money. And this was just the beginning. Jimmy was negotiating a reality television show, aptly named, Girls' Fight Club, to be sold on pay for view, along with a book and a movie in the works. Open only one day a week, every Saturday was fight night. Jacket and tie for the gentlemen and dress or skirt for the ladies was required. No jeans, no t-shirts, and no sneakers. Coverage charge was $50.00 to get in and drinks were $10.00 a pop, no matter what you drank, beer or watered down whiskey, the price was the same. Most guys opted for the beer, served in aluminum cans to avoid nasty bar fights. Whiskey was served in plastic cups. The only thing that anyone could possibly throw at the fighters or at one another was ice cubes and there were plenty of those in their watered down drinks. Yet, once they got a load of the bouncers, surprisingly, except for the boisterous noise, it was a well behaved crowd. Jimmy recruited the biggest men to work as bouncers and there were twelve of them, four posted conspicuously around the ring, two posted at the front door, two by the restrooms, and four making their presence known walking throughout the crowded room. All wore two-way radios like they do in the secret service. Oh, yeah, they were all off-duty cops, too, who could arrest you if you were drunk and/or disorderly. There was no way that Jimmy was going to lose his liquor license because of some guy getting drunk and being a jackass. The main event was a woman challenging Jana or Ruthie. Sometimes, whenever available, Jana and Ruthie would fight two women together in the ring acting much like a wrestling tag team only switching partners but never leaving the ring. All fights ended with two, if only two were fighting or four, if four were fighting, naked women. All women wore street clothes when fighting, namely, skirts or dresses. Other than a mouth piece, headgear, padded gloves over the knuckles with exposed fingers beneath the gloves to grab at clothes, hold onto, and to strip and rip, those were the only items offering protection. Before the main event was several amateur night bouts where women who did not like one another, women who held a grudge against one another, or women who just wanted to expose their bodies to the crowd, would fight. Sometimes, boyfriends or husbands would not tell their women exactly what kind of place this was and would take them there volunteering their name to the scorecard. Those were the women up first. Those were the women who were humiliated and the crowd went wild and loved it when they were stripped naked and standing in the middle of the ring crying while trying to cover their nakedness with their hands and arms. There were no fake fights here. Although some women were ready to square off and fight, other women were did not want to be stripped naked and struggled to maintain their modesty and dignity by trying to keep their clothes. All to no avail because if you stepped in that ring, you had be prepared to emerge naked because, even if you managed to beat your opponent and keep your clothes, Jana and Ruthie were there waiting at ringside to step in the ring and strip off your clothes. Depending on who was to be stripped changed the cheer of the chanting crowd from Jana to Ruthie. If the woman was the delicate flower type, pretty, petite, and sexy, they would call for Jana because the crowd wanted to see her stripped slowly. If the woman was a brute, then they would call for Ruthie, who would strip her within seconds with a rip, a pull, and a thug. The crowd cheered waiting for the expected. "Jana! Jana! Jana! Jana! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie!" Behind the unsuspecting woman stepped Jana and/or Ruthie grabbing a handful of hair and a handful of blouse or skirt. Rip, rip, strip, strip, the crowd always received their monies worth. To be continued with... Girls Fight Club, part 2 So...do you want to read what happened last Saturday night? Let me know. Girls' Fight Club Ch. 02 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. Red faced angry, Tina ran across the ring and threw a wild punch that made her lunge past Maureen where she fell forward leaning against the ropes with her back to the mat practically falling over the top rope. Now, leaning over the top rope and bent at the waist, she showed plenty of panty flashing shots to the crowd. The crowd cheered every time Tina flashed her panties. Once again, Maureen had avoided Tina's wild punch and the punch sailed harmlessly over her head. She turned laughing and waving to crowd and the crowd cheered at the antics of the fighter and at the expense of Tina. When Tina regained her balance and composure and turned to face Maureen, she was met with a hard blow to the stomach. She doubled over in pain and Maureen grabbed at her top from the back pulling it up and over her head. The back and the sides of her bra were now exposed to the audience. Then, she reached around Tina and quickly and deftly unsnapped her bra. By the time Tina knew what hit her; Maureen reached around the front of her and in a quick swipe, pulled the front of her top up, along with her bra, and over her head exposing her tits. Now, Tina stood in the ring topless. Maybe from the exertion and the excitement of the fight, Tina's nipples were totally erect. Maureen waved Tina's blouse and bra over her head and threw them both out to the crowd. The crowd cheered. The crowd was wild with people out of their chairs cheering and yelling. With her tits out on public display, Tina tried desperately to climb out of the ring but without removing her hands from her tits. As Tina stepped over the bottom rope, with one foot on the mat and the other on the ring apron, in a quick tug, Maureen pulled at Tina's skirt ripping it off and pulling Tina back in the ring. Busy trying to cover her bare tits with her arms, before Tina could react, Maureen had Tina's panties pulled down around her ankles exposing her trimmed bush and ass to the crowd. Maureen pulled Tina's panties off and threw them out to the crowd, as well. Within a matter of minutes in the first round, Tina was already stripped naked and totally defeated. Tina squatted down in the middle of the ring, hysterically crying and screaming for her husband to rescue her. He did not budge. He was in the audience cheering with the rest of the fans. Finally, she ran from the ring and down the main aisle to the ladies room. The referee declared the first bout over and raised Maureen's hand. She was joyous in her defeat of Tina and appeared oblivious to the chant of the crowd at first. "Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie!" The chant sounded like the rumble of a freight train. "Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie!" I suspect, Maureen thought the chants were for her with the noise being so loud it was difficult to discern what the crowd was chanting. As soon as Ruthie stepped up on the ring apron behind the ropes and behind Maureen, the crowd went wild. By the reaction of Maureen, raising her hands, dancing in the ring with some fancy footwork that she did not have the time demonstrate before, Maureen thought the crowd cheered for her. She waved, flexed her arms showing off her biceps, and blew kisses to the crowd. The audience was wild with the anticipation of what was to come. Ruthie leaned down and stepped between the top and middle ropes and now stood in the ring a foot behind Maureen. In a two handed quick grab, one hand going for the skirt and the other hand going for her panties, once the skirt was removed, Ruthie pulled off Maureen's skirt and swiped down her panties. Maureen stood in the middle of the ring naked from the waist down, her big ass and bushy pussy visible for all to see. Making no attempt to cover her nakedness, Maureen turned to Ruthie and before she could react, in a quick pull down, Ruthie ripped her blouse wide open and pulled off her bra. Now, but for a ripped blouse, Maureen stood naked. She took a wild swipe at Ruthie and her big D cup tits jumped up and down and jiggle side to side. Ruthie sidestepped Maureen's wild, wide punch and stepped forward to bowl her over with a quick, hard straight arm to her chest. Maureen grabbed at Ruthie's peasant blouse ripping it completely off as she fell backwards with her legs in the air exposing her pussy for all to see. The crowd went wild. First Tina was stripped naked, then Maureen was stripped naked but for some material that once was her blouse, and now Ruthie has had her blouse ripped off and is standing in the middle of the ring in her big bra. The first bout was a huge success. This action was way better than any Wrestle Mania bout when a bikini top was ripped off a female wrestler showing off her fake boobs. Girls' Fight Night had real women stripped naked and there was nothing staged about this fight. People ordered more drinks and got up to grab more food at the buffet before the next bout was to start. The next bout was a fight between two sisters, twins, who have had it in for one another. They bickered and argued all the way from the ladies room, down the long aisle, and into the ring. Obviously, in hindsight and upon closer examination, this was a staged event but the crowd believed it, ate it up, and loved it. They were young about 21-years-old with long, blonde hair and proud, round asses. They appeared to be 5'6" and about 115 pounds. They were very pretty and the crowd loved them. Both wore mini-dresses with skirts that moved with them. And when they climbed through the ropes, the crowd was rewarded with a quick flash of their thong covered asses. Debbie was in a blue low cut and Donna was in pink. As soon as they climbed in the ring and the bell rang, their intentions were obvious. Not once did they hit one another, they only wanted to show their bodies to the spectators. They lunged for one another, grabbing hair, getting one another in a headlock, pushing the other down on the mat, and pulling off their clothes. It was only a minute before they stripped one another down to thongs and half-cup bras. Once they were in their underwear, the women paraded around the ring, as if they were the ring girls holding up a round number card between rounds to remind everyone what round it was. The crowd booed and jeered them. They wanted to see the girls stripped naked. They wanted to see the two women lying prone on the mat. They wanted a cat fight. Suddenly, beginning from the back of the room like thunder and rippling to the front like a tsunami wave, the growing volume of the chant exploded throughout the room in a raucous roar. "Jana! Jana! Jana! Jana! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie!" The crowd stomped their feet increasing the volume of the chant to that of the sound of a huge machine getting ready to launch itself into high gear. "Jana! Jana! Jana! Jana! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie!" The crowd grew more mechanical in the rhythm of its chant and the stomping of their feet. Jana and Ruthie appeared on the ring apron behind Debbie and Donna. Since the girls were sequestered away in the ladies room, they did not know what happened in the first bout between Tina and Maureen. Debbie and Donna posed to the crowd as would Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan pose on the red carpet. Jana and Ruthie, their presence unheard by the noise of the chanting and stomping crowd, entered the ring behind the women unnoticed. They nodded to one another and in a quick movement, they each grabbed their victims lifting them high overhead and slamming them down hard to the mat. The violent force of the slam knocked the wind out of them and they lay on the mat helplessly immobile. In a hard tug, Jana and Ruthie pulled off their bras and in a quick pull they removed their thongs. The twins, now naked and running around the ring looking for cover like a chicken looking for its head, drove the crowd even wilder than the match between Tina and Maureen. The room was alive with the sound of the wild screaming delight of the crowd. Whenever one of the women tried to escape by running through the ropes, Jana or Ruthie grabbed her, pulled her back in the ring, and wrestle her down to the mat making sure to hold back her arms exposing her B cup tits and/or spreading her legs wide to expose her shaved pussy. They not only defeated the women, they humiliated them. They owned them and the crowd loved it. After playing with the twins for several minutes, Jana and Ruthie allowed them to flee down the main aisle. Debbie and Donna ran for the protection of the ladies room while trying to cover their nakedness with their hands. Suddenly, the lights in the room brightened and the announcer appeared in the center of the ring. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we welcome you to the first Girls' Fight Night. Normally, this is where we would have our main event but we were unable to secure suitable challengers for Ruthie and/or Jana. For those of you who return next Saturday Night, we are passing out free drink coupons at the door for redemption next week where we will have arranged suitable opponents for not only Ruthie but also for Jana. Please, before you leave, for those interested in participating in fight night, leave your name and telephone number at the door and we will contact you. Thank you for coming and drive home safely." "You wait just one second," said a voice from the back of the room. The spotlight illuminated the appearance of the speaker. There quickly walking down the main aisle was a woman in her late thirties with another woman, looking to be her mother and in her early fifties. The two women quickly negotiated their way through the crowd that still milled around their seats getting ready to leave. They walked up the steps to the ring apron and the younger of the two women held up the middle rope for the older woman for her to enter the ring. The younger woman grabbed the microphone from the announcer. "You people humiliated my daughters, Debbie and Donna, and I am suing you bastards. Where's that fat fuck, Fat Jimmy. I want to give him a piece of my mind." Then, it was the older woman's turn to talk. "What is wrong with you people? Those two lesbians, Jana and Ruthie stripped my granddaughters naked. How dare they? If I had a mind and if they were in front of me now, I'd bopped them both one with my handbag." Suddenly, like thunder rumbling in the distance, the crowd began their chant. "Jana! Ruthie!" The sound grew louder. "Jana! Ruthie!" The crowd stomped their feet in beat with their chant. "Jana! Ruthie!" Louder and louder until it reached a crescendo of screams, "Jana! Ruthie!" Then, behind the women appeared Jana and Ruthie on the ring apron. The crowd was wild with the anticipation of what was to come. Both Jana and Ruthie climbed through the ropes and into the ring at the same time approaching the two angry women, mother and grandmother. The women turned to confront Jana and Ruthie. "You listen here," said the mother. In a quick lift, Jana put an arm between her legs and up her dress lifting her up off the ground and overhead slamming her down hard on the mat. Her landing with legs spread showed the crowd what they paid to see, panties. "How dare you," said the grandmother lifting her big handbag and striking Ruthie across the forearm and shoulder. "Ruthie put an arm between her legs and up beneath her dress and in a swoop, lifter her up off the ground and overhead slamming her down hard on the mat. Her landing, too, satisfied the voyeurism of the crowd with a great up skirt. Both women tried getting up and only made it to their knees before Ruthie and Jana were all over them like flies at a picnic. First, in a quick rip, they pulled off their blouses, exposing their bras. Then, they pushed them back down on the mat and ripped off their skirts exposing their half lips and panties. Next, the slips were pulled down and the women cowered together in the center of the ring dressed only in their bras and panties. In a hard pull Jana and Ruthie pulled off their bras exposing the mother's C cup tits and the grandmother's B cup tits. In a quick swipe, they pulled down and off their panties exposing the mother's shaved bush and the grandmother's bushy pussy. The crowd was on their feet screaming their satisfaction, as this was the main bout of Girls' Fight Night. If you think that the first Girls' Fight Night was an overwhelming success, stay tuned for part 3 of Girls' Fight Night where Ruthie and Jana enter the ring and meet their match. Girls' Fight Club Ch. 03 I dedicate this story to my cyber friend Jim across the ocean in the Motherland. Jim, if you are reading this, I wrote this story just for you. Christ, you nagged me enough to write another Girls' Fight Club, so here it is (lol). * The crowd booed and jeered them. They wanted to see the girls stripped naked. They wanted to see the women lying prone on the mat with their legs up and spread with every part of their bodies exposed to their leering eyes. They wanted a wild clothes ripping, knock down, dragged-out, cat fight. They were hot to see tits, nipples, asses, and pussies. This is what Girls' Fight Club is all about. It is about women fighting, owning, and humiliating one another for the lustful viewing pleasure of horny men. Whereas men fight for their machismo, women fight to humiliate. Men know when to stop. Women are just mean and nasty. Just as there are more men than women at a boxing match, there are more men than there are women at Girls' Fight Club. Sure, there are lots of women in the audience but they are there because their men want them there and because it excites their men to have their women there with them viewing the fights while witnessing what they believe is sexy and erotic action. The men think that it excites their woman to watch other women fight and maybe it does to some degree and for some women but not usually. The men think that they will have wild sex with their woman after witnessing Girls' Fight Club. Can you imagine the pillow talk once they are home alone and in bed? On the other hand, the women figure that their men will be all hot and horny from watching the fight and, once they get home and are alone, then they will give them a good fucking. "What do you think, Honey? I can just see you standing there in the middle of the ring. Wouldn't you like to be a contestant at Girls' Fight Club?" What? He didn't ask me what I think he asked me. Is he serious? Is he drunk? Is he on drugs? Is he crazy? He wants to see me brutalized and then stripped naked? He wants me exposing my naked body to strangers and to all those perverted and deranged men in the audience? Over your dead body, Freddie, she thought to herself. "Me? Fight at Girls' Fight Club? I'd be afraid of getting hurt, Sweetie," she said batting her eyelashes and smiling coyly while stroking his cock with her right hand. "Besides, I wouldn't want to break a nail," she said looking at her freshly manicured nails on her left hand. "Furthermore, I don't want those two awful and nasty lesbians, Ruthie and Jana, throwing me to the mat and ripping off whatever clothing and dignity that I managed to save, that is if I was to win the fight. And I would be sick if they made me do stuff." "Do stuff?" "You know, lesbian stuff, when they force you to suck their pussy or tits while they are groping every part of you." "C'mon, Brenda, it will be hot fun to watch you and your sexy best friend, Andrea, fight in the ring." "Andrea? Oh, now I get it. So she is the real reason that you want to see me fight at Girls' Fight Club. You just want to watch me strip Andrea naked so that you can ogle her hot body. You just want to see her tits, ass, and pussy?" Brenda shot Freddie an icy look that made his cock swivel. "You are such a pig." "A pig? I'm just a normal, average, horny guy and yeah, well, that's part of it, I suppose, watching you fight and stripping another woman. But, wouldn't it turn you on to have Andrea strip you naked and have all those men ogling your naked body, too? Wouldn't it turn you on to have her forcefully touch you like that?" "Turn me on? Are you drunk? Are you crazy? What part of that violence would turn me on? There's nothing sexy or erotic about being knocked around in a boxing ring while your cothes are stripped away. My body is only for your eyes, Freddie." She looked at him like he has lost his mind. "I'm not an exhibitionist. I'm not a whore. I'm your girlfriend for Christ sakes." She stuck a fingernail in his chest, "And you had better give me more respect than this, Buster. I don't do Girls' Fight Club. Besides, I only went there because you begged me to go and dragged me there." "Geez, c'mon, baby. What if we arranged a fight between you and your sister or you and your mother or you and your sister and mother or you and Andrea with your mother and your sister all in the ring?" "Okay, okay, that's enough, Freddie. I can't listen to you anymore about this shit. It's very distasteful to me. Calm down. You are getting overly excited over something that will never happen in your lifetime because I will kill you first." She removed her hand from his cock and sat up in bed looking in the mirror at her hair. "This conversation is way too weird for me to participate in it any further. Besides, you are making me ill? Now, you want to see my sister naked and my 48-year-old mother naked, too? What is wrong with you? This Girls' Fight Club has made you crazy." "Weird? Why? I'm just having fun thinking about you fighting at Girls' Fight Club." He knew that he had to think fast before Brenda thought that he was as bad as all of those perverts in the audience at Girls' Fight Club. "I just thought that if you were fighting your best friend, your sister, and/or your mother that it is a good way for you to control the fight while making sure no one got hurt by making it a play fight." "A play fight?" She put her hand on her hip and turned to look at him. "A play fight? You know that once any woman steps in that ring, she is required to go at it toe to toe before stripping her opponent and/or being stripped. If the audience does not buy the action, just like what happened with that fight between the twin sisters, Ruthie and Jana will step through those ropes and pick up the action." She looked at her boyfriend. "No thank you. I don't want to be in a ring with those two ruffians. They'd kill me after they stripped me naked and made me do lesbian sex acts." "It's all in fun, Brenda. It's just for a good time." Suddenly, Freddie had an image of Ruthie forcing Brenda to suck her big tits or Jana forcing her to suck her pussy. He had to think of something to convince her. He had to say something that would change her mind. It was now or never. He'd never have this chance again to bring this up because once the moment was gone she would never discuss it ever again. "Besides, Girls' Fight Club gives a lot of money to the orphanage. Think of the children you would help by raising money, as well as the libidos of men you would stroke." "Think of the children? First of all, I don't care about any other man's libido but yours. Secondly, yeah, I know the fun you are having and it has more to do with seeing Andrea, my sister, my mother, and me naked while fighting in the ring at Girls' Fight Club. The last thing on your mind is orphans and an orphanage." Fuck, he was losing her. There was no way that she would go for it now, now that she was checking her hair in the mirror and not listening to his reasoning anymore. "Did you know that they pay their participants to fight now?" He said hoping that she would consider the financial reward of a $1,000 purse for fighting at Girls' Fight Club. "Oh, yeah? How much?" "They give you a grand for stepping in the ring and more if you are the winner and give the audience a good show. One of the women last year made $2,500 bucks for twenty minutes work." She fluffed her hair and reached for the hairbrush. "You could not pay me enough to step in that ring to have my clothes torn from my body unless..." "Unless? Unless what, Baby? Anything. I would do anything to see you, Andrea, your sister, and your mother be stripped, er I mean, pretend fight." He had her. Now, she was considering it. This was too good to be true. Visions of Andrea and Brenda's sister and mother naked filled his mind and made his cock suddenly grow harder. "I will participate in the Girls' Fight Club. I will talk Andrea into Participating in the Girls' Fight Club. And I will even convince my mother and my sister to fight in the Girls' Fight Club if..." "If? If what, Baby? Anything, Baby Doll, anything. You name it and I'll do it. You want some new clothes or a little bling bling bobble for your finger? Just tell me and it's done. Here's my credit card. It has a ten grand limit, go out and splurge. What? Just tell me what you want. I will do anything if you do this one little, teeny tiny thing for me. You tell me what you want and consider it done and—" "A new Corvette." "What? A new Corvette? Are you serious? You lost your mind." A panicked look drained the color from his face and from his penis, as it grew soft. "How about a new Honda Civic, an SI with the sports package? Those things are really cute and they even have—" "A Corvette convertible, metallic orange with two-tone black and orange seats and a six speed manual transmission. You buy me a new Corvette convertible and I will give you a show with hot memories that will last you a lifetime." She leaned down and took his cock in her mouth. She stroked him to hardness while swirling his tongue around it. "Geez, Bren, that's sixty grand for one fight." He looked down at her sucking his cock and felt the weight of her tit in his palm while fingering her nipple. "Take it or leave it, buddy," she said removing his cock from his mouth and awaiting his answer before continuing with the blowjob. Brenda was typical of the women who fought at Girls' Fight Club, women coerced to fight by their boyfriends or husbands, women who were rewarded for their overt exhibitionism with trips, jewels, money, and even new cars. You will never hear a bunch of women planning to go to the Girls' Fight Club to have a good time. They would rather go to an all male review to watch men voluntarily stripping themselves naked. To them, that is a good time. Moreover, never will you see men stripping one another naked after they have been declared victorious and announced as the winner of the fight. Yet, quite often, women take pleasure in stripping those they have defeated. It is their way of taking total control of their victim. By taking the clothes of the loser, the winner takes her dignity, too. Some women will spank the bare ass of their losing opponents while others will take the opportunity to force the loser to participate in lesbian sex by having her suck her tits or pussy or by sucking her tits or pussy. They enjoy shaming the loser by exposing her breasts, ass, and pussy to the crowd of onlookers by standing her upright, holding back her arms, and leaning her up against the ropes. It is a barbarous way of totally owning the person that they have beaten into submission. Yet, as you will see, it is a very exciting way to fight for the benefit of the men in the audience. Further, it is a guaranteed way of making money for the owners of Girls' Fight Club. It was a sold out fight, the room was filled to capacity, and the noise of the people all talking at once was deafening. There was an electricity of anticipated excitement in the air. Tonight was the 3rd bout of the Girls' Fight Club after the city, by court order, temporarily shut the club down. Only, the owners of Girls' Fight Club had their day in court and they won their right to show their fights to the public with their live feed hooked up to pay-per-view. Now, they were back in business and ready to rumble. It was an impatient crowd and they were eager to see the action of women with women begin. Suddenly, beginning from the back of the room like thunder building in the distance, slowly rippling across the room, and washing over all those in attendance like the howl of a great tsunami wave, the growing volume of the crowd's chant exploded throughout the room in a raucous, riotous roar. "Jana! Jana! Jana! Jana! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie!" The crowd stomped their feet while increasing the volume of their chant to that of the sound of a huge machine getting ready to launch itself into high gear. They would not quiet until they saw their heroines. They would not be silenced until Jana and Ruthie took center stage and addressed them. They were a mad mob of maniacal men. "Jana! Jana! Jana! Jana! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie!" The crowd grew more mechanical in the rhythm of its chant, clapping its hands and stomping their feet. Suddenly, with the sound of a thousand locomotives rumbling down the track with their final destination being this Girls' Fight Club, the crowd was one in their clamorous chant. "Jana! Jana! Jana! Jana! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie!" Louder and louder the chant grew in volume filled the room. "Jana! Jana! Jana! Jana! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie!" The crowd stomped their feet in beat with their chant while clapping their hands. "Jana! Jana! Jana! Jana! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie!" Even louder until it reached an unbearable crescendo of screams, when it felt like the roof was going to collapse. "Jana! Jana! Jana! Jana! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie! Ruthie!" The roar of the sound was not unlike the Zulu tribe of old on the African plain when they gathered to scare the wits out of their British occupiers or the French Foreign Legion. Although the sound of their chants was frightening, there was something musical about their chants at the same time. It was when they stopped chanting that you needed to worry. As embracing as were the chants and the rhythmic beating of the drums of the Cleveland Indians baseball team of old, cohesive its unity of solidarity for their baseball team, so were the chants and the stomping of the crowd now in the audience for the participants of the Girls' Fight Club. They were not to be denied the action of a good girl fight that culminated in both participants being stripped naked. They hungered for the sight of it like lions on the prowl following their prey through the high grass. They had been teased with the first two venues of Girls' Fight Club and with nearly a year long legal battle between the City and Girls' Fight Club and now the fight were only moments away. Then, spotlighted behind the ring and out from behind a curtain appeared Jana and Ruthie on the ring apron. As the spotlight followed their progress to the center of the ring, more and more people noticed them and the crowd roared to a frenzy fit. They were wild with the anticipation of what was to come. Jana dressed in her uniform of a micro-mini skirt that showed plenty of panty, even when she stood still, and along with her micro-mini skirt, she wore a very low cut top that showed her areolas with her every movement. Ruthie wore jeans with her signature cut-off peasant blouse without a bra and that clearly showed her big nipples at full high-beam status. Every time Ruthie raised her arms, she gave the audience a nice show of the bottom of her tits. Both Jana and Ruthie climbed through the ropes and into the ring. Jana was first to grab the microphone. "After a brief intermission..." The crowd cheered laughing. "The City in its infinite wisdom thought they could shut us down." Again, she waited for the crowd to voice their emotion, their negativity for the city's council and their support for the Girls' Fight Club. "The City thought they could deny you our entertainment. The City thought they could put us out of business." As she did before, she waited for the crowd to simmer down and stop cheering and applauding before continuing to address the full house. "As you may have read in the newspapers, our battery of lawyers was victorious in pleading our case and..." The crowd was wild with what she was to say next. She passed the microphone to her partner, Ruthie. "Are you ready to rumble?" The crowd went berserk with excitement. "Are you ready to see women stripped naked?" The cheers were deafening. "Well, if you are, we are here for another season of Girls' Fight Club!" She could not have excited that crowd anymore but she did. The crowd was on their feet jumping up and down and giving Jana and Ruthie a standing ovation. The crowd went wild with the anticipation of what was to come. They heard rumors that this first match was going to be better than last year's first two matches combined. They could not imagine it getting any better than that. They remembered the neighbors fighting and being stripped naked in the ring. They remembered the twins fighting and being stripped naked in the ring. They remembered the twins' mother and grandmother complaining about the treatment of their precious daughters in the ring and being stripped naked. 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. Ruthie and Jana took their leave exiting the ring when the announcer, a tall, strikingly beautiful woman dressed in a blue, low-cut, strapless and sequined evening gown, stepped in the ring and reached up for the microphone that lowered itself down from the ceiling. She looked much like Loni Anderson with her bright blonde hair and big, double D tits overflowing her top. She gave a nod to the scorekeeper. "Ding! Ding! Ding!" The scorekeeper rang the bell at the announcer's cue to quiet the crowd and to get their attention. The feeling was electric. "Ladies and gentlemen," she said and as soon as she started speaking, the crowd quieted to a hushed din. "We welcome you to our second year and hopefully not our last..." the crowd roared and clapped with cheers, "...of Girls' Fight Club!" The announcer held up the microphone as if it was a trophy and waited for the crowd to settle down, again. "I'm your host and announcer tonight, Dee Dee Morris." Wild with anticipation for the fights to begin, the crowd cheered. "Allow me to introduce our judges," said the announcer, as each judge stood and turned to wave to the crowd behind them, "Billy Ryan, Dom Pello, and Joe Nace. Stand up guys and take a bow. 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. "We have an amazing card of fighters tonight. Matter of fact, we had so many women who, once they heard about this Girls' Fight Club continuing, wanted to participate, we had to turn them away." The crowd booed at the thought of so many potential naked women being turned away and not being given the chance to fight. "Yet, do not fret fight fans, we signed them up to deliver you an uninterrupted..." the crowd went wild with cheering and applauding, "...year long..." the crowd clapped and cheered in a frenzy display of excitement "of red, hot fight scenes of women fighting women and women stripping women." "That's what you are all here for, isn't it?" The announcer looked over the crowd. "That's what you want to see, right? This is what you want, is it not? You want to see women fighting. You want to see women touching one another. You want to see a good catfight. And you want to see women being stripped naked in the ring!" The noise from the crowd was deafening. Everyone was cheering, whistling, and clapping. Now, everyone was back on their feet. "Okay, okay, quiet down, settle down...quiet down, settle down...okay, okay, quiet down, settle down, so that I can introduce the fighters of our first fight." She gave another nod to the scorekeeper. "Ding! Ding! Ding!" "In this corner, standing a petite 5'4" and weighing 110 pounds is the very pretty Mary Elizabeth." Mary Elizabeth took a step forward and waved to the crowd. She was wearing a short, simple, black cocktail dress with matching black boxing gloves. The announcer waited until after the crowd gave the fighter their warm reception. Girls' Fight Club Ch. 03 "Her opponent tonight entering from the main aisle," the spotlight illuminated the aisle behind the spectators, as a behemoth of a woman dressed in a pink tube top, a pink mini-skirt, and wearing pink boxing gloves made her way down to the ring. "Standing at 6' tall and weighing in at 369 pounds is the eighth wonder of the world, Big, Bad Bertha." Big, Bad Bertha made her way down the center aisle to the booing of the crowd. Bertha crunched down the top rope and instead of going under, stepped over it. The difference in size was ridiculous. Mary Elizabeth's saving salvation was that she was a black belt in Karate. Big Bertha was, well, just big, really big. A few days before the fight, when Brenda woke up and looked out her bedroom window, there parked in the driveway was a brand new, shiny, metallic orange Corvette convertible with two-tone orange and black leather interior and a six speed transmission. Only, the car keys were attached to 5 tickets to the Girls' Fight Club for Saturday night, one ticket for Brenda, Andrea, Brenda's mom, sister, and Freddie. There in the shadows watching and waiting for the action to begin while waiting for their turn to fight stood Brenda, her best friend, Andrea, her Sister Audrey, and her mother, Diane. To be continued...