A story posted here from a few years ago, also from Mr Chain's Yahoo Female Fight Fiction group.
It features several girls who've featured here before, including Ruth. Hope you enjoy!
Hugs
Kayla
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FFF St Valentine's Day Massacre
By JC
As the raring spectators prepare themselves for a truly raucous spectacle, an air of anxiety threads it way through the FFF's back alleyway as lighting, cameras and the med team set up. A special thanks to our lead, ground-floor cameraman, Douglas Williams, giving us the opportunity to accurately relate details of this inevitably wanton battle about to manifest itself here tonight!
The dank alleyway, having been prepared in the most remote way, depicts a variety of debris scattered throughout. All manner of weaponry can be utilized here for this inevitable ordeal. Large dumpster bins ornament the main battle zone, the burly lids have been revolved back behind, allowing easy access to the ample contents within. Numerous patrons are swatting scads of insects as things get underway!
Broken glass, pallets, large black trash bags and fragmented fixtures are all quite evident. Numerous large warped and damaged wooden posts, piled at either end of the alleyway round out the accessories.
From our vantage point above the designated arena, we can make out numerous inquisitive rats lurking as they too, are obviously expecting an elaborate melee here this evening!
Special bleechers, which are nearly packed to capacity, have been set up at either end of the make-shift arena. A clearly designated combat zone has been set up as the rear doors to the FFF complex are now opened. Tonights announcer.... Ted E. Bair, advances to the epicenter of the zone, waving his hand in front of his face, as if to expel the stench of the debris, to begin announcing the Olympian Warriors for tonights inaugural event!
"Ladies and Gentlemen! We have a truly premier treat for you tonight! Eight Exquisite Gladiators will entice you as they engage in mortal combat! This will be a No Holds Barred Battle.... the four winners of this evenings contest will advance onto the next round of competition. These ladies will face off against each other thus eliminating their rivals and narrowing the opponents to only one who will face off against the FFF's current Catfight Champion! Without further adieu, please join me in welcoming the first of our eight pugilists...."
His voice resounding throughout the 15 foot wide, 75 foot long arena, as the first of two doorways are illuminated.....
"....The Triple F's Number One Catfight Contender, joining us all the way from Spain, standing 5 foot 2 inches tall, weighing in at an alluring 119 pounds, she currently holds 2 wins against only one loss in the Catfight Catagory, let's hear it for the Beautiful.... MARTA!!!"
A hearty roar of applause resonates as she steps into view, garbed in a revealing blue and white striped bikini, anklets and matching blue/white Reeboks! Endeavoring to hold a beaming smile as the obviously overwhelming odor of the alley hits home!! Giving a bashful wave to admirers, she makes her way around the outer edges of the stipulated war zone. Stepping to her far left, facing the exit doors.... Terry announces our next combatant....
".... her elegant opponent, weighing 88 pounds, at 5 foot 4 inches, currently FFF's number 10 contender, here to make a name for herself tonight, eager to take home her first victory with only two losses, please make her feel welcome! The Petite Belle of the US of A.... SELA!!!!"
The remaining rear door of the FFF is iluminated as wolf whistles and rambunctious applause echo resoundingly through the alley! Sela advances into view of the zealous spectators, meagerly attired in a dark blue halter top, matching silk shorts and sport shoes. She immediately locks eyes with her adversary, lifting her hand to her nose, making a face from the delightlful aroma of their battle zone! Moving away from her opponent, treks past the ogling observers and moves into position directly in front of Marta. The two square off as they await the remainder of the warriors to move into place!
Marta edges forward just out of lethal range of her antagonist.... "You'll find that this is a mere workout for ME tonight, Twit!"
Sneering, Sela retorts.... "BLOW me, Bitch! You won't be number one for long!"
"Our second set of Gorgeous Grapplers for tonight, begins with a familiar face here at the FFF. Let's bring out this Previous Champion, our number 7 ranked catfight contender, 3 remarkable victories against only 3 losses, the 5 foot 9 inch, 140 pound South African Seductress, displaying a captivating 36A-25-33 figure, give it up for the Delectable, 23 year young.... KAYLA!!!!"
Another boisterous lavish round of applause rebounds throughout the back alley coliseum. Deafening whistles and howls nearly rattle the stone walls as Kayla seductively dances into view of all concerned. Garbed in a purple and white diagonally striped belly shirt, high-cut jean shorts, lilac anklets and white Addidas Pros. Waving her arms overhead, smiling cheerily, she does her best to ignore the fragrance as she ambles around the arena, pausing only briefly to comment to the fighters already present. She eye-balls both ladies.... "Hmmmph! Not much of a fight is going to happen at THIS end of the alley, is it?!?"
Marta glares at the raven South African.... "Just keep your lame ass moving before I plow your ass right here and NOW!"
Sela, utilizing a more reserved method of expression, flips Kayla a subtle hand gesture as the deeply tanned, South African Maiden laughs and continues to the opposite end of the fight area, positioning herself parallel to Marta.
"Our 4th combatant and our South African's rival for this evening, comes to us from Spain! Please lift your hands for the 34 year old, number 8 catfight contender. At 5 foot 4 inches, 128 pounds of mean muscle with 1 win and only 2 losses in the catfight catagory.... here she is!! The Delightful.... RUTH!!!!"
Boldly stepping into the alley spurns the battle fans into a devout ovation once more. Her raiment consisting of a skimpy string tank top, black string bikini bottoms and black/white Wilson sport shoes. She flicks the remnants of her cigarette into the air, amusingly observing it twirl as it nearly misses Kayla. Her eyes flaring wide as she takes in the full extent of the repulsive redolence. Coughing a couple times, she strolls past the inital two grapplers, pauses to look at them, giggles as she sarcastically declares.... "I didn't know the circus was in town! Did you bring popcorn and candy too??" Smiling widely, she patiently awaits a rapid response from both fighters!
Sela is the first to reply... "You stand there any longer, Kayla won't have an opponent! You be feeding the rats.... face DOWN under that bin!!" Pointing across from the small group of collective grapplers.
Marta spins her head around, a shocked look apparent on her face, "RATS?!?!?" Looking up at the overhead control booth: "HEY!!!! You assholes didn't say anything about a friggin' flock of RATS!!!"
Ruth calmly replies, "Where did you expect to find 'A PACK' of rats, Dopey? This is an ALLEY.... in case you didn't have the BRAINS to figure that out for yourself!" Chuckling, she rhymically struts over to face her raven rival.
Kayla leans forward slightly.... "Just couldn't resist taunting those creeps, eh?"
Ruth snickers, "Nope!"
Kayla's smile widens, "Good, 'cuz you're going to be joining the fricken' rats as well, Bitch!"
Glaring at Kayla, Ruth immediately goes stone faced: "Piss off Slut! I'm sooooooo gonna beat your scrawny butt to a pulp!!"
"Our next set of combatants brings us to a new arrival at the FFF. An impressive first fight, first victory situation, our number 2 catfight contender, from the USA. Here for her second FFF match, this 20 year young, 5 foot 6 inch, 120 pound, 34C-24-36 sculptured Olympian Warrior shows incredible potential! Let's give it up for the Femme Fatale.... TASHA!!!!"
Skipping into the alley, noticeably gags as the fetor nearly knocks her back inside the FFF arena. Delicately attired in a Hot Pink, Thong and Bra with matching Choker, her hair pulled back into twin pigtails and barefoot, gasps: "My GAWD! Haven't you people ever heard of Glade Plug-ins?
" She moves swiftly around the make-shift arena stopping next to Marta to await her rival's entry. Looking over at a snickering Marta.... "Shut up, Bitch!"
Marta extends a friendly hand gesture, spawning Tasha into action!
She turns fully toward Marta, while whipping her right hand upward, cracking Marta smartly on her right cheek! Marta's head snaps to one side! "Oooooffffffff!!"
Both ladies lunge forward! Standing toe-to-toe, they initiate a savage hair pulling match as Sela stands back, arms folded across her chest, to watch the fighters have it out, while muttering: "Kick her ass, Tasha! This will make for an EASY fight for ME tonight!"
An enthusiastic ROAR of applause bolts throughout the amphitheater as this most unexpected brawl unfolds!
Security and Ted bolt in to break up the fray! During this melee, both Marta and Tasha trade a set of hard punches to one another's jaws! Ted's head snaps backward and obviously catches a blow for himself!
As the two brawlers are seperated, they continue to kick at one another, screaming hateful explatives, glaring fervently!! Order is quickly restored as Ted moves back to the microphone to bring out the last of tonight's fighters.
Clearing his throat while rubbing a dark red bruise on his left cheek, speaks up once more.... "Oooookayyyyyy! Our next Lady Gladiator, standing 5 foot, 4 inches, weighing 165 pounds, with an impressive 40-D chest, please make welcome our number 9 ranked British import! Currently holding 1 win and 3 losses, the 33 year old, UK Warrior.... the Lovely.... JENNIE!!!!"
Once more, the eager onlookers pipe up in a thriving blast of laudation as the British Battler makes her presence known! "HEY-YA PEOPLE!! WHO IS THE BEST???" Making a fleeting face from the abhorent stench, she struts confidently around the makeshift ring, snubbing those fighters present! With blonde hair pulled back into twin pony tails, garbed in her short denim skirt, pale blue silk belly shirt and barefoot, she steps into position, squaring off against Tasha.
"HERE WE GO FIGHT FANS!! The last two remaining Sirens to join us tonight! Currently the number 5 catfight contender! You know who I'm talking about! Another Previous Champion of the FFF! At 35 years, standing 5 foot, 7 inches, 125 pounds, displaying a seductive 34C-28-36 figure, she currently holds 3 wins with only 2 losses.... the Sensational.... JOAN!!!!"
Kayla promptly pipes up: "OHHHHHHHHH Puh-leassse!! I can kick her ass if I were crippled in both legs and blind in both eyes!!" Joan glares down the alley, making a face at the sarcastic maiden standing at the far end of the alley, then turns to make her way up and back down the 'catwalk'.
Howls, wolf whistles and a plethera of cheering chatter fills the battle area as the radiant catfighter steps out into the iridescent lighting. Smiling brightly, waving to the spectators at one end of the alley, she saunters down the center of the catwalk pathway created by other FFF fighters lining both sides of this arena, revealing her captivating frame, clad in a raven tube top, matching skin tight satin shorts, slits up the side to her waist and Sue Wong-Jade sport shoes. Just as she faces Kayla, both ladies stare down.... obvious hostility passing between these cats, is immediately noticeable by the patrons as well! Some garrulous gent screams out: "ROWRRRRR!!"
Snubbing her arch rival, Joan turns to take her place in the line up, standing to the immediate left of Kayla, as the last of the fighters are announced....
"And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, the LAST of this evening's Fiery Warriors, but certainly NOT the least. Weighing in at 117 pounds, 5 foot 4 inches of lean, mean catfighing talent, hoping for her very first victory here tonight! This 29 year young, ravishing 36C-25-35 grappler tops out our Team of Tantalizing St Valentine's Day Combatants! Let's bring her out!! The North American Beauty, from the US of A.... SHARON!!!"
Once more, a hearty ovation reverberates through the alley! Mouthwateringly attired in a revealing, white tank top, skimpy pale lilac satin shorts, white anklets and sporty Reeboks. Sharon covers her nose and mouth as she makes her debut stroll down the 'catwalk' then takes her place, opposite a giggling Joan! A snide glance and a hand gesture erases the smirk from Joan's lips as Ted E. Bair departs the amphitheater to make his way up to our booth. The FFF doors are closed and the 8 Dazzling Warriors are left to their own demise!
Joan and Kayla glare inextricably at one another throughout the introduction of Sharon! Could it be that these two previous champions will turn on one another as this fight commences??
Just as the two entranceways "CLANK" shut, THIS FREE-FOR-ALL IS ON!! All 8 ladies move into action!
Tasha does a quick sidestep toward Marta, backhanding her in the mouth as she turns and BOLTS toward her slightly diminutive, British adversary!
Marta's head jerks to one side, giving an appreciative Sela a momentary advantage as an annoyed and distracted Marta cusses out Tasha: "Ya little BITCH! I'll finish with yo.... Unnnngghhhhhhhh!!!!"
Marta receives a fierce 'smack' to her belly as Sela's right foot connects fervidly!! Marta, obviously winded, drops to her knees, holding her left hand to her navel!
Kayla and Ruth, neither being hesitant about her burning desire for victory, bolt straight into one another!! Kayla uses her height advantage as she dances onto her toes, shooting a sharp right jab toward an advancing Ruth!
Although Ruth tries to jerk her head out of the direct path of incoming knuckles, the blow rebounds off her left cheekbone! Ruth tenaciously converges on the slender siren, not slowed one iota by this chafing blow!
Ruth then briskly drops her left shoulder as she plows herself into Kayla's midriff, tackling her to the asphault turf! Kayla reels from having her back scraped against the hard, greasy, gravelly surface! The deeply tanned South African coils her stalwart legs around Ruth's waist, crushing the wind from her as both ladies interweave their hands into locks of her respective rivals' hair!
Joan and Sharon hesitate only for a fleeting second and then leap forward into a severe wrestling match, entwining their arms around their eager antagonist, each attempts to apply headlocks to the other! Their hips and respective thighs clap together as they step side by side, each grunting as they pour on the pressure early in this game! Joan twists the bantam brawler onto one knee as each strain against the other's physical strength!
The barefoot brawlers, Tasha and Jennie, have stepped toe-to-toe, both exchanging punishing blows as a savage fist fight commences! Obviously powerful blows are passing between them as each of their heads are snapping to and fro! Small vaporous streams of bodily fluids spray the immediate area about them! Neither giving an inch as they hold their own during the early stages of this wanton war!!
Tasha having a slightly more extensive reach seems to be scoring more accurately than her European counterpart! Rubric bruising apparent on both warriors faces as these pugilists render a sound beating to one another!
The surrounding buildings funnel an earsplitting round of ecstatic ovation, which reverberates through the battle zone as each woman tears into her respective antagonist!
Sela steps up behind a kneeling Marta, sweeping her left arm around her neck, applying a firm choke as Marta rapidly grasps two handfuls of long dark hair, yanking downward. Both fighters begin a slightly erotic summersault as Sela's feet are lifted from the grimy ground. Both battlers roll flat on their backs, Marta on top, legs spread wide, as Sela swings her shapely thighs up and around Marta's sleek waist, direly attempting to lock her ankles!
Ruth, having tackled Kayla, scrapes her knees against the soiled ground, gradually managing to inch her knees forward, beneath herself, pressing them to Kayla's athletic buns! Strands of hair flutter from both ladies as a callous hair yanking fest evolves between these two! The S. African maiden gaining obvious ground as a reeling Ruth has moved one hand to Kayla's inner left thigh, apparently pinching the tender flesh within.... a despirate attempt to elude the lethal grip around her waist!
In the battle of the blondes, Joan has managed to wrestle the rookie flat onto her back. Holding Sharon in a fierce headlock, Joan's right breast pressed sensually to her left cheekbone! Sharon receives a swift set of punches to the right side of her face, as Joan hammers away, with a minimum of accuracy! Sharon's right forearm pressed tight to her blonde rivals' throat, is managing to force the dancer's head backward! It doesn't seem that Joan can hold out much longer against this kind of pressure!
Dust and dirt is kicked up everywhere, setting an almost eerie cloud for these fighter to contend with!
Jenny, now making progress of her own, is advancing as the Mighty Tasha is driven back against one of the nearby bins! The youthful american lurches forward, clutching her British adversary! Each woman coming to grips, they simultaneously coil their left leg against her adversaries right! Wrestling in close quarters, it seems that these ladies are already taking in a slight breather! During this mutual hug, Jennie purposely grabs the american's bra strap and tears the cloth from Tasha's silken skin!
Noteably, Tasha appears to be limping slightly, possibly from stepping on broken glass, nails or other debris! Hopefully this will not effect the overall outcome of this match-up! Although, Tasha does seem to be making headway as she rotates the smaller grappler! Now with Jenny's back against the scuzzy garbage bin, the american seems to be reaching inside the massive bin for something! Jenny, on the other hand has begun to drive her right knee into her adversary's left side! This is going to be a GOOD one to keep an eye on folks!!
Bucking and jerking her body in Sela's vicelike, sweat-slicked thighs, Marta has managed to pivot her heavily perspired body, so that both ladies are now face-to-face! In close competition, the Spaniard is now pelting her american counterparts head onto the gravelly surface! An intense ferrocity clearly evident on this blonde's face as she rebounds the american brunette's head off the ground! This doesn't look good for Sela!
Kayla shrieks from the acute grip of Ruth's tormenting tweak to her inner thigh! Kayla's scissor wanes as she opts to hammer the Spanish grappler vehemently with a set of rapid rights while gripping a lock of long hair brutally with her left!
Ruth, attempting to hold off this attack, brings both hands up to deflect the merciless pelting by her raven adversary! RUTH SEEMS DAZED! She lethargically tips to one side as Kayla manuevers her opponent, then kicks the Spaniard savagely in her chest, propelling the pint-sized fighter away from her! Kayla scoots backward from her victim, in an effort to get to her feet!
Joan finally surrenders her headlock, no longer able to withstand her head being driven backward. She retreats onto her knees as she artlessly backs away from Sharon, who sits upright and begins to awkwardly lift onto her feet.
Just as Joan manages to stand erect, she backpedals, bumping into Kayla, who had just managed to stand and retreat from her own designated opponent!
The two former champions roughly bump back to back, spin to face one another and momentarily orient themselves as to whom they are facing. Immediately, both set of glaring eyes BLAZE with ardent fury! Joan CRACKS Kayla on the jaw with a monstrous roundhouse!
Oh My GAWD!!! The crowd goes WILD as these two fighters turn on one another!!! THEY ARE FIGHTING EACH OTHER!! There is blatant BAD blood between these two! Sharon seems confused as to what to do! She is just STANDING there, apparently bewildered as to whether to intervene in this savage brawl!
Ruth, on the other hand, seems to know EXACTLY what she wants! She came here to FIGHT! She jumps in and is actually helping Joan pummel Kayla! TWO on ONE! This is unbelieveable!! How much of THIS can the South African Gladiator take???
Tasha has just retracted a large green, glass bottle from the dumpster! She quickly clouts Jennie square in the temple, shattering the bottle! Jennie simultaneously holding her rival in place with a malicious bearhug, barbarously thrusts her left knee into the american's groin! The knee and the bottle impact at the same instant! Tasha jerks her upper body forward, striking her forehead on the corner of the steel bin! Tasha seems to be in real trouble here!
Seeming to have done more damage to herself than her rival had been able to, Tasha is obviously dazed. Both ladies collapse onto the ground in opposite directions! Who's gonna revive first? Thighs press lightly as the warriors struggle to recover from her respective battery!
A persistant roar from the spectators are accompanied by seering wolf whistles! What a battle this is tonight folks!!
Sela seems somewhat incoherent as Marta goes to town caroming the brunette's head repeatedly! Glass and gravel crunching as this brutal battering continues!
A fleeting hesitation by Marta is evident, as Sela's defenses become dormant. Lifting upright onto her knees, the blonde wraps healthy locks of her lethargic opponents' hair into her fists. The Spaniard methodically steps onto her feet, hoisting the american upward by her hair!
Once this has been accomplished, Marta begins a slow twirl. Towing a dazed Sela along. The petite american can barely keep the pace! Marta gradually increases her momentum as Sela is whipped around by her long, dark hair! A boisterous shrill penetrates the alleyway as Sela is swung off her feet!! A few seconds after the american goes airborne, Marta releases her staunch grip and allows Sela to sail the meager distance to the nearby steel bin. SLAMMING her back viciously against the hardened steel! A dissonant groan emerges from Sela as she crumples down atop of both Tasha and Jennie!
Meanwhile, Sharon now bolts forward into action! She jumps up behind Ruth, applys a choke on her, as she endeavors to pull the Spaniard away from this melee!!
Sharon, Ruth, Kayla and Joan are now, all clamped into a massive chaotic orgy of brawlers! Joan and Kayla adamantly retain their respective holds, with their left arms wrapped around each others shimmering, upper bods as they trade angered blows in a volatile exchange of punches!
Ruth slithers her left arm around Kayla's waist from behind, while slugging ferrociously with her right fist! Kayla is taking a merciless beating down there!! Ruth actually aids Joan's efforts, while cheering on the former blonde champion!
The Spaniard hammers heartily at Kayla's ribs while Sharon direly trys to tug, jerk and remove Ruth from this whole mess! Impetuous hollars and screams emanating from this snug group, as Sharon slowly begins to peel Ruth away from this group.
