So this is not going to be everyone's cup of tea and I also appreciate that this may not be the right subsection to post under, so moderators, if these need to be moved, I understand. As I told people in my profile, some of my stories are based on real experiences. Below are three "pivotal" experiences that shaped the way I think about fighting, especially female-female fights. I will change names, except mine, which is fake anyway.
I was a popular girl in high school. For a few reasons. 1. I was relatively promiscuous. (I never turned down a good fuck). 2. I was a big drinker for a girl and an athlete. 3. I wasn't bad looking (some would say I was hot, others would say I was a dog, but go figure) and for sure, I had great tits. At the time, they were a D cup. At the time of this story, in fact, I was 5' 5 (still am) 115-120 lbs depending on the day, 34D, with dark hair and a fair complexion.
I was 19, taking a gap year between graduating and starting college. I went to stay with my cousins in Texas for 6 months to participate in a program and work to earn some spending money. My cousins were Eric, age 24, Thomas, age 22, Andrew age 20 and Sara, age 18, graduating senior.
Needless to say, the community was not that big and a new girl visiting from the East Coast with big tits and no history was a real interest to all of the boys in the town and I was being hit on left and right. That did not sit well with Carla Moreno, the queen bee in the graduating class a year ahead of Sara. Carla was built like me, but had olive skin, longer hair and believe it or not, better tits. She was also about 3 inches shorter than I was. She did not like me from the start and every time I went somewhere to "hang out" with Sara and her friends, she talked shit about me.
Unbeknownst to me, Carla still had a thing for her ex-boyfriend, who was a good looking guy and who had decided he wanted to hook up with me, and so I fucked him. He had a tiny dick and it wasn't great and it was a one time thing but the next day Sara came to see me where I was working and advised that we should skip going to hang out in the park that night. The park was where all of the underage kids went to drink illegally. I smiled at Sara and reminded her that I could take care of myself. (That was one of the other reasons I was popular in high school--I had gotten into two fights that were very "famous" one was with another girl in my grade at a football game--no winner, just a good throw down) and the other was the more valuable one, a beach fight (yep, so contrived) with a girl from our rival school, and yours truly came out the winner. In a grand way. Since I was under 18 for both of those fights, I won't describe them here.
Anyway, I go with Sara anyway, and it doesn't take long for the chatter to reach me that Carla is looking for me. I don't run and hide, and next thing that happens is the confrontation. She calls me a puta, (look it up) and I laugh, which makes her angrier. Then she steps up and our tits were touching and she says "You think you're so tough.."
I smiled and said, "Nope, just know when a dumb bitch shoves their tits into yours, you don't back down." The crowd whooped. It was instinctive, everyone formed a circle around us and spread out."
"Bitch, I'm gonna kick your ass."
At this point, even though I was very confident about my chances, my heart started to pound and I began to get nervous. No matter what anyone tells you, in my experience and speaking to others, everyone gets this feeling before a fight.
I tried to diffuse, "Listen, little woman, I know you want to prove something here, but this isn't going to go the way you think. If we fight, one of us is gonna win and one will lose, but we will both be banged up and all over some guy you used to fuck? Why? Why do you even care about me, I'll be gone in 3 months. (I had already been there almost 3 months.)"
"You're afraid of me bitch?" she pressed. I sized her up. Her nails were painted black, and they were not too long, just long enough to do damage and not break. Her makeup was thick and her lips were painted dark, which was in style at the time. She was definitely pretty, but I also saw the scar or too that was a result of prior fights, so she definitely seemed to have experience.
Now the thing about a fight is that if you think you can't get out of a fight, it's always good to punch first. When she pushed me by my shoulders, and I took a half step back, we both swung. My fist hit her in the side of the head and hers hit me in the nose. Right in the nose. If anyone has ever been hit in the nose, that is the holy grail of a successful punch. It stung and my eyes watered. We swung again and punches started flying. Neither of us looked. I got hit two more times in the face and one of her rings cut my cheek. My nose started to bleed and I caught her in the eye, cut over her eye and swelling that would later turn out to be a black eye. (Score one for me).
She hurt me though--I grabbed at her and she tackled me to the ground. We rolled around and she dug her nails into the side of my neck and scratched me and she was stronger than I expected--stronger than I was. First I was on top for a second and then she got on top and pressed her hands into my face and started pushing my head back. I couldn't see but I could hear Sara screaming for me to get up. Her friends were cheering that she "had me" and just to finish kicking my ass. She broke free and straddled me, sitting on my belly. She started punching me as I blocked and fought back but she was heavy and strong enough that I couldn't buck her off. I was panicking and her punches were hurting me. I wouldn't let myself cry and I had never (admittedly only two other fights) lost a fight before. My vision was blurry and I couldn't breathe. I heard Sara yelling for me to get her off of me, but it was frustrating that I couldn't. I thought that for sure if I could get out from under her I would be able to gain control, but that never happened. The pain from her rings was really bad and I didn't want to get permanently damaged. Finally, I screamed, "Okay, get off of me bitch! Get the fuck off, you win, I give."
I lost. My ego and my pride were hurt and I was embarrassed. I was also banged up pretty good, but I was still the talk of the town because I gave her one hell of a black eye.
About a week after she came to see me in the place that I was working. She told me I was tougher than she expected and I had earned her respect. I laughed. We shook hands but never talked again.
Story two coming soon. A funny note, Carla and Sara apparently got into a fight (Sara tells me) about 7 months later over something totally trivial. Sara didn't fare well in that fight either, but she didn't lose, it apparently gotten broken up by some folks who weren't involved, but Sara had a really bad bloody nose and her shirt was torn, Carla only had some scratches and bruises.
More to come.
