My Journal Entry 3
A week had past after my fight with my best friend Sharon, she still hasn't spoken to me, though I am sure next time we are together, we will be settling our grudge as she seems to hate my guts, the more I have thought about it, the more I am okay with it, she called me a liar and I proved I could whoop her ass.
Yet after the fight all I could ask myself is why do I love battling other women? What drives me to need to conquer friend or foe alike, I won't lie, I have started looking at women at work, seeing my bosses at the law firm and wondering if I could kick their asses if it came to it, hell I have even thought about my other neighbours, knowing some have fought before makes me wanna test them out.
Yet I couldn't will myself to do that, still each time I saw the bitch who started this all, I wanted so badly to rush her, Carla would give me a hard look each time we were in the hall way together, some of our neighbours wanted to see us clash, they knew I had won the first fight, the stories of how it went down though we're wild, ranging from some close to the truth, others were like we fought with knives, fuck I was angry but hope I wouldn't kill someone, even as they were a homewrecker.
By Monday after work when I saw Carla, I needed to vent my feelings and shockingly, she is the only person I could think of to do so, the forty six year old had fought since she was young, she sought out challenges and concocted fights, why did she do that and why was I loving the urge to challenge other women.
On that night I knocked on her door, seeing her in just a red dressing gown, I must have bared my teeth as she did the same, even though I am twenty one and I would say beautiful, Carla and me seem natural enemies, her 5'6, 140lbs frame matching closely to my 5'5, 137lbs body, both 32D tits, I couldn't understand as I stood in an old red t-shirt, black joggers and sneakers, why I wanted to rush this bitch, I said "I wanna word, private between us" she had her fists clenched ready to throw down, but I held my hands up to show it wasn't trouble I was after.
Tense moments later she waved me in, it had been awhile since I'd been in her apartment after she tried to steal Clark from me, well she succeed in me booting that rat out the door, her apartment didn't exactly have much in, we sat on her old sofa with her pussy on view to me, maybe trying to rile me up, I grit my teeth as she said "I would offer you a cup of coffee but I hate you" grinning as I must have scowled at her.
"No you cheap whore, I am here to ask you a simple question, why do you fight?" I asked, looking her dead in her eyes, she moved closer to me, I thought "is she pushing my buttons" but she looked me over inquisitively, then laughed with her head tilted back as if I had said a joke, news to me on that front.
She replied "I fight because it is exhilarating, especially when both combatants are nude, that primal rush to conquer someone else, but why am I telling you, I see it in your eyes that you love the hunt now" giving me a wicked grin as I had to be blushing, she rumbled me so easily.
"Honey there is nothing to be shamed about, men are not the only fighters, hell if we were cave women we'd have fought to the death for a man, lucky for you I just need to see the tears of a bitch and to hear her submit to me" she added, almost more like a teacher then a rival, that made me feel more weird, wondering if this was a mistake, especially the moment she claimed that makes us the same.
Glaring hatefully at her, I replied "I am not the same as you bitch!" Standing up to leave, she stood up behind me, yelling "oh really?! Yet here you are bitch! Afraid of a challenge you whore?!" She asked, I turned around wanting to break her, beat her once again till she was weeping, make her suffer, was I becoming like this bitch?
Carla laid out her challenge "Ellen you are the supposed champion in this apartment block, so defend your crown, meet me here on Sunday with a select crowd, nude once more and we finish what we started in your place" clearly she had been thinking about this since I beat her, hearing all the stories about the blonde bitch had probably stuck in her mind all this time.
I squared up to her, saying "oh really bitch? You think that was the start of this? Fine cxnt, you wanna suffer more at my hands, fucking you are on" I stormed to the door, hearing her tell me to come in just my best robe, I gave her a middle finger salute and suddenly I was in an arranged fight, what the fuck is going on with me?
Fast forwards to Sunday after a week of wondering what is happening to do, work wasn't fun I can tell you, especially after being yelled at for some of the mistakes I made, I asked for a week off didn't help, I sure as hell didn't think turning up to work with bruises would help.
We agreed to stage this rematch at 8pm, leaving my apartment two minutes early, I wore a navy blue silk robe that hinted at my body underneath, a few guys looked out their doors to see me, before I banged once again on that cxnts door, seeing a friendly face surprisingly answer it as Mrs Chilton opened it, she was one of the women who told me about her fight with Carla when she caught the homewrecker looking at her man, she whispered "beat her ass" as the gorgeous forty year old black woman in her red floral dress waved me past her.
I was a little stunned when I saw that the apartment I have been in a few days ago was more empty then it had been, clearly Carla liked to keep her furniture light so it could be moved for a fight, a few more women were mingling around the kitchen area, some friendly faces smiling at me, others were women looking me over with a glare, either friends of Carla or people I had pissed off without knowing.
Then from the bedroom comes Carla, in her red robe as this feels like a prize fight, she walks to the furthest corner of her living area from me, saying for me and the crowd "this is for the apartment championship, this bitch thinks she is the best, well fuck that, Ellen fucking disrobe and fight me" clearly loving the theatrical side of things.
I stared her down as I moved a little closer, I could hear mumbling behind me, maybe some were wondering if I'd run for it, instead I dropped my robe behind me, kicking it back to show I was indeed nude, I didn't see but I could hear some appreciate my body, others thought that Carla would eat me alive, fuck I hated that people doubted me, they saw Carla get booted out my apartment by me, both nude and hurting, so why the hell did they think I was lucky?
Of course Carla was more delicate with removing her robe to make a show of it, dropping her robe in her corner before we rushed each other, for all of the prize fight feel, this was still simply a brawl between two proud women, I aimed to hurt the cxnt as we grabbed hair and screamed insults at each other, I let her know I thought she was an evil cxnt that needed a beating, she told me I was a little whore.
We both drove the other into a wall behind where Carla started, hair being yanked hard out as we hissed, that thrill hit me again, my nipple's hardened and soon I felt hers as our tits bashed together, this was wild as I could barely make out the cheers and girls giving us encouragement, both of us hissed and cried out after nasty yanks, trying to overpower each other in this primal war.
Carla threw the first punch, getting me back near the wall, she landed two right hooks to my ribs, making me yelp out before I could slap her across her face with my left hand, loving the crack from it, even if my palm hurt, I loved her scream of pain, seeing the red mark my hand left felt like a drug had hit me with the high, both fighting in closer as we let go of hair, slapping and punching till we instinctively stepped apart to reset and check ourselves over.
Already I could see Carla's hair looked like a wild bush, red marks on her body and cheeks, still there was a fire in her eyes, I told her "come on you old cxnt! You are not the best here!" Which brought a wicked smile on her face, she waved me to prove it as we held our fists up like men, our first fight had been an all out nasty catfight, I had never fist fought anyone in my life, yet I was magnetised to punch this bitches face in.
Both of us thudded punches into each others face and body, I landed a few solid blows around her tits, she didn't enjoy those judging by her expression, I didn't like her striking me across my face, especially when she landed a right hook on my chin, I fell back onto her backside, shaking my head as I hadn't felt like this before, I guess this is what they mean by being buzzed.
Of course Carla didn't sportingly let me up, she kicked me in my chest to send me to my back, I whined out and rubbed my chest, panting as I was winded, Carla leapt on me almost the same way I had her to start this feud, well she started it by fucking Clark....
Anyway! She snarled "not so tough now in a fair fight" before punching me across my face, I spat out blood as I felt a cut inside my cheek, a mouse formed under my left eye before I realised I had to fight back, desperately going for her tits, yanking at them and digging my nails in till I heard her scream to the ceiling, clearly my punches to them had softened them a little.
Pulling her to her back, I mauled her left tit as I swung my left at her face, loving the thud of knuckles on her cheek, seeing a cut form on the bridge of her nose as we were truly let loose, maybe Clark's presence in our first battle had caused us to be less aggressive, now with other women watching, we had both decided to leave it all on the field... Well Carla's shitty apartment.
Carla wouldn't go down so easily, scissoring my waist and pulling me down to my left side, both of us punched on the ground, though with not as much force, what I did learn though was how mean a body scissors could be, she squeezed with her strong thighs my body, making me howl when she pressed her legs tighter together, I felt like I was in a bear trap, my mind was confused whether to keep punching or go to break the hold, I was lost in a sea of thoughts as Carla was calm in the waves.
I was panting as sweat coated our bodies, I dug my nails into her legs, I should have done it earlier but even as she cried out and released the hold, she swung a left hook that landed on my nose, blood started to pour from it as I was scared that she broke it, suddenly I wasn't this alpha bitch, I was this scared little girl as I turned my back on Carla, weeping my eyes out.
She stood up and next thing I knew was my hair was being pulled and she was mercilessly kicking me, my back, sides and punching me till I screamed "fuck! I give... Please stop!" Hating myself with every fibre of my being, why did I have to plead, Carla gave me another kick into my stomach before one of the women who watched the fight stepped in to break us up, I was clearly done as I slumped back down, curling up as the pain washed over me, losing is not a feeling I recommend to anyone, how other women get off on it I don't know, at least from my research after the fight I don't know.
I could hear Carla yelling "you all fucking doubted me! The fucking queen bitch is back!" Grabbing my hair to turn my head to the crowd, not caring that I was bleeding on her rug, showing them my tear soaked face, I saw through half open eyes several of the women in shock, hoping I was their champion to stop the reign of this bitch, others grinned at me, cruel fucking cxnts!
Like I had done to Carla, she dragged me to her door, kicking me up my backside till I crawled slowly out her door, she yelled at me "anytime you want a third round, come see me! Honestly I don't think you have the guts!" Laughing at that part, I lay sobbing outside till I felt hands on me, worried some pervert had got me I cried out for them to stop.
I found myself sitting back in my apartment, nose being worked on as I heard "thank god it's not broken" I focused properly as my mind went from the land of fog back to reality, looking at Mrs Chilton, she was acting like she was my mother, cleaning me up and getting me a drink of water to rehydrate me, I almost forgot I was nude till I looked down and saw the blood over my chest.
I said "thank you Mrs Chilton" which made her laugh, she replied "call me Desirée" which made me smile, she told me I had done well but got my ass kicked in the end, which didn't help my spirits as I nodded at her, she put her hands on my shoulders and said "chin up darling, you have pushed Carla hard twice, she won't admit it but deep down she respects you" I looked a little surprised by that, we hated each others guts, why would we respect each other?
Desirée took me to my bed, telling me I needed to rest, I asked her "you gave Carla a hard fight right?" Which made her look a little surprised, she answered "I think so, me and her beat each other around her apartment" standing hands on her hips, I asked "can we fight someday?" Not knowing what the fuck I was doing, at least that's my excuse.
Hands on her hips as she looked at me, Desirée then surprised me as must have decided her answer, taking her dress off and red heels to stand nude in my bedroom, she looked strong standing 5'6 and I'd guess around 155lbs, 34E breasts staring at me as I stood up, we were tit to tit, hands on hips suddenly rivals after she was so kind to me, part of me hated myself for daring utter the challenge to her, the other side wanted to rip her hair out now.
When I stumbled due to the tiredness I felt, Desirée caught me in a hug, telling me "I like you, so I won't be a bitch and beat you now, part of me hopes you change your mind, if not then I will give you a month, now get some rest" kissing my left cheek before she helps me into my bed, I looked at her through half open eyes, it didn't take long for me to fall asleep.
Waking me the next morning, I groaned when I got out of bed, when I walked anywhere, look I was paining all over, felt like I went fifteen rounds with Mike Tyson, pick your clichés and write them in my journal yourself, all I know is I was shocked when I saw myself in the mirror, nose was swollen, eyes were both black and I had marks over my body, no wonder I fucking hurt!
I stayed in for two whole days, never venturing towards my door out the apartment at all, on Wednesday I had to go out, make up covering what was left of my black eyes, nose happily looking back to normal, of course Carla had to be out in the hallway returning from shopping, all evil smiles when she saw me, taunting me "oh so the kitten can still find it's way out of its hiding hole huh?" I gave her a dirty look that made her laugh.
As I passed by, she surprised me a little, asking "no reply? I thought you had more fight then that, maybe I was wrong about you" was that a small compliment from someone I had went to war with, I turned and saw the marks on her face, clearly she wore them as badges of honour, especially around the apartment after her victory to let the other women know who was back on top.
I moved so I stood on her left side, fists clenched as I hissed "oh we are not done bitch, I'll settle my score with you soon" making Carla turn to me with a warm smile, she replied "I look forwards to it" with a nod to me, I looked surprised as she went into her apartment with her bags, standing in the hallway a few moments wondering if Desirée was right, did Carla actually have some respect for me? We loathe each other, am I supposed to respect her because she is tough? Honestly this fighting has my head spinning.
I saw Desirée as I headed to the elevator, she gave me a soft hug, knowing my body was still sore, telling me she was glad I was up and about after being worried about me, feeling her body against mine, I knew I had to tell her "thank you for all your help Desirée, you are a wonderful person and I hope a friend someday.." she smiled at me.
"But?" She asked, knowing there was more, I added "but I still wanna fight you, I can see you are a strong proud woman, if I can handle myself against you then maybe I can beat Carla when I fight her again" making Desirée laugh, she rubbed my right cheek before telling me "darling, I like you too but when we meet up for that fight, I will make what Carla did to you feel like a lovers tiff, I will hurt you" I stared angrily at her, my fire stoked up but I nodded at her instead of going for her.
Shaking her right hand as if we were making a gentleman's agreement on a purchase, instead we had agreed to fight, nude and to a finish, no injury timeouts or rounds, our eyes locked in an intense stare till the elevator doors shut, while I learn more about fighting, I have to wonder how smart I am to do it, well I am down the rabbit hole, let's see where my wonderland leads to.
