I wouldn't chose to be hooked of female fights. A life time ago, before it was even possible the sight or just the thought of females fighting effected me physically, it was fascinating my mind. At school tame girly spats usually ended in a hair pulling stalemate, both girls bent at the waist, either head to head or side by side, negotiating a mutual release. A winner would usually emerge if the girls went to ground and one maged to get astride her opponent. One such scenario sticks in my mind. I can't remember the girls names or looks but with skirts round their waists, bottle green knickers were astride navy blue at the hips. The girl underneath was writhing to unseat her foe while the one on top was just as vigorously trying to ride her opponent. This personal struggle meant nothing to the girls and I didn't understand why it was exciting.
As girls got older the conficts became more intense but no less rare, which in a way made them even more treasured. Twenty years later at work, two secretaries clashed. One had been off sick and the other had to not only do her work but had cancelled a day off. The other returned unannounced. She could have had her day off. Both ladies were late 30s. The blonde called the returning brunette to her office and locking the door told her what she thought of her. The brunette escaped though a fire door and came back into the building, tempary wooden offices, pursued by the blonde. Walking down a long corridor. Raised vioces had brought people from their offices. Name calling had started, people were telling them to stop it. The brunette had had enough. Hands on shoulders she pinned the blonde against the wall. The blonde grabbed wrists and took arms down by their sides. Accidentally breasts met. You would think this intimacy would have stopped them but in the moments before they were separated both women were pushing hard breasts fattend against each other. I found this totally erotic.
I would never wish to see a lady hurt and although I still like to see real fights on the net my main interest is topless wrestling. I was able to attend several meeting run by a video firm. Their ladies were untrained, ordinary women. Attracted by the money, once committed to wrestle they usually wanted to win. Some matches saw intense wrestling and others had real needle between the women and saw hair pulling and slapping. Despite the sign of excitement shown by erect nipples the women fought oblivious to the intimacy of breasts in faces, squashed against backs and full on breasts against breasts, locked thighs. Just like at school all the thrilling elements are there. The facial expressions, the legs tangled but most of all, th need to win.
