Here's the 2nd story by Marie from a few years ago - hope you enjoy!
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Kayla
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KAYLA VS MARIE II: LESSONS LEARNED
By Marie
When Marie had her rematch with Kayla, it became a matter of survival.
My name is Lorraine and I was privileged to witness a fight between these two hellcats. I didn’t know either of them but I was among a group of thirty people who were standing near Kayla and Marie when hostilities broke out. I was strolling in Halstead Park in Atlanta a few nights ago, enjoying the early Spring air. As I approached a concession stand, I saw two young women arguing. They were dressed to the hilt, both wearing tight, sexy dresses with high-heeled pumps and nylons. Later, I learned that they had attended an art exhibition together. Someone told me that the taller woman was named Kayla. She was a true beauty, 24 years old and in awesome physical shape. At 5’9, she towered over Marie, who was nine inches shorter and pixie-like in appearance, but in equally good physical condition.
A crowd started to gather around the two young women who were arguing loudly. No one knew what had prompted the disagreement, so the words we heard them speak had no real meaning to us;
“You should know better than to start with me, Marie,” shouted Kayla. “Remember what happened to you last time.”
“That’s the point, Kayla. I’m sick and tired of hearing about last time. I already know how you beat me up and then brutalized me sexually. Everyone else knows it too, since you make a point of telling them every chance you get.”
“What happened before can happen again,” threatened Kayla. “Don’t you forget that, you little bitch.”
That made Marie hesitate. She looked forlornly at Kayla, realizing that they were close to another fight. None of us in the crowd had witnessed that battle. However, looking at the size difference between the two we could guess how it must have gone for Marie. What we saw on her face didn’t look like fear. Rather, it was an expression that seemed to be weighing options that we could only guess at. Kayla was looking at no one but Marie, but the smaller girl’s eyes scanned the gathering crowd. She seemed to be realizing that the impending confrontation was going to take place in front of these people. Gazing at our faces, Marie broke into a smile. Plainly, she was thinking that the crowd could be used to her advantage once the fight started. She correctly surmised that in a battle between girls of such disparate size, the “fans” would be rooting for the “little guy.”
Marie turned back to Kayla and the girls stared at each other with burning intensity. Watching the two of them, dressed so alluringly and eyeing each other up and down, I felt a stirring in my stomach and I bet that the other folks felt the same thing. Here were two women preparing for combat and they just oozed raw sex.
As they stared each other down, you could almost read their thoughts:
KAYLA: I remember how hard Marie came at me last time and I know I’ll have to beat her even more severely this time. But I wish all these people weren’t here. They aren’t going to be rooting for me when I demolish this little bitch. And yet, I can’t let up on her. I don’t normally worry what people think of me, but I just can’t lose to this little slut in front of everyone. But there’s no way to get out of this without looking like a coward. I’ll have to strike hard and beat her quickly.
MARIE: I have to learn the lessons from our first fight. I had tried to match Kayla punch for punch, which was a mistake. Then, I tried to out-wrestle her, which is a good plan, but only if I can get the advantage first. To do that, I have to be more aggressive than I was last time. No matter what I do, the crowd is going to be pulling for me, anyway. Maybe I can use that to distract Kayla.
Kayla took one uneasy glance at the crowd. Taking advantage of Kayla’s break in attention, Marie launched a sharp, quick punch to Kayla’s boob, and the fight was on. The blow was hard and direct and it caused Kayla to gasp in pain. She backed up a step and looked at Marie with widened eyes. At that moment, the crowd cheered, yelling their encouragement to the smaller girl, and Kayla cast a resentful look at them. It bothered her that the people were rooting for her opponent, but Kayla knew that her own fighting spirit was strong. She came forward and shocked Marie by catching her with a clothesline. Marie, thinking that Kayla was going to come out punching, was not prepared for this maneuver and wound up taking the crook of Kayla’s elbow in her face. Marie went down hard on the back of her head. If the surface she landed on had been anything but grass, the fight might have been over right then. Kayla moved in, hoping to end this early, when she heard a sudden outburst from the crowd of 30……they were booing her! Kayla backed off a step in surprise, which gave Marie a chance to rise. The blow had been so hard that it had knocked Marie out of her shoes. Now, seeing the chance to get the crowd hating Kayla and loving her, Marie stood there purposely looking helpless and forlorn to win their sympathy. The people saw the tiny girl standing in her disheveled dress and stocking feet and their hearts went out to her.
“Awwwww,” lamented the crowd.
Kayla, upon hearing that, lost her cool. She hated the dilemma she was in. On one hand, she felt she had no chance of actually losing this fight to her small opponent. On the other hand, she knew that, emotionally, she was in a no-win situation because the crowd was going to hate her if she brutalized Marie. Their reaction to the clothesline proved that. On the third hand, she had to be brutal because that was the way she always fought; and the way she always won. And she didn’t intend to lose tonight.
Although Kayla’s emotions were divided, she made her decision and attacked Marie. She came at her with fists blazing, elbows slashing and legs kicking. The problem was, her temper had gotten out of hand. She was flailing wildly. Most of her punches weren’t landing; they were being fired over Marie’s head. The smaller girl found that she could easily avoid Kayla’s kicks, as they were being delivered while wearing high heels. Kayla’s flying elbows were more of a problem for Marie. She threw one that connected with the tiny girls’ jaw…..and Marie went down again. Kayla started to throw herself onto the prone Marie but caught her heel in the grass and stumbled. Kayla stopped for a moment to kick off her heels. This gave Marie the time she needed to quickly get up and launch herself at the bigger girl. Kayla was distracted, but saw Marie coming at the last second and got ready to defend against a punch or a kick; and was therefore totally unprepared when Marie zeroed straight in on her, using her head as a projectile. The top of Marie’s head smashed Kayla between her eyes and sent her staggering in circles, then crashing to the ground.
At this, the crowd let out a huge roar. The big girl was down!
“Attagirl, Marie!” someone yelled. “Finish her off!”
Kayla, although dazed, felt bitter anger course through her. Half of it was for Marie and half for the crowd.
“It’s bad enough that they’re rooting for Marie, but how do they know her name?” thought Kayla, not realizing that the crowd had heard she and Marie call each other by name before the fight started.
Marie tried to cover Kayla, but the bigger girl fought her way to a sitting position, with Marie controlling her from behind. Marie was kneeling behind Kayla, with both arms wrapped around her head. Kayla was trying to figure how to escape when Marie made a mistake; in an attempt to gain more leverage on her hold, she lifted her body slightly and placed her chin on Kayla’s right shoulder. Kayla instantly reached back with her right hand and grasped the back of Marie’s head. Pulling sharply, she threw Marie over her right shoulder, forcing the smaller girl to somersault forward and land hard on her back.
The crowd yelled, “Oh, no!” in dismay.
For Kayla’s sake, it was too bad that happened. Her growing resentment at the crowd caused her to make another strategic mistake. She should have jumped on the prone Marie and controlled her, holding her down with her body while punching her into submission. At that moment, with Marie down and hurting, it would have worked. Instead, Kayla decided to punish the crowd by torturing Marie, rather than finishing her off.
Kayla lifted Marie to her feet by the hair. Instead of punching Marie back to the ground, she pinched the small girl’s nipples. Marie shrieked with pain and the crowd protested the maneuver, but this wasn’t the kind of tactic that was going to win the fight. It caused momentary pain, but gave Marie a chance to regain her bearings.
Someone yelled, “Hey, Kayla. Bad enough you’re picking on a girl who’s half your size. You gotta do shit like that to her, too?”
Another shouted, “Kayla, youse am pathetic! Goin’ after a little goil like that. And you ain’t doin’ too good, either!”
Upon hearing that, Kayla completely lost it. She started screaming and brandishing her fists at the crowd. Normally, she was a cool and calculating tactician when facing an opponent. Now, she became so enraged because everyone was against her that she went back to throwing wild punches at Marie, almost all of which were missing their target. And, as anyone who has been in a fight knows, wild punches that miss will tire you out far more quickly than ones that land. It was happening to Kayla. She was starting to breathe hard and her arms were beginning to feel as if they were made of rubber.
Marie had learned her lessons from their first fight. She was cautious, not allowing herself to be drawn into a fistfight with the powerful Kayla. She could see the bigger girl tiring herself out with wild punches and reckless movements. She could also see that Kayla’s anger at the crowd was wearing her down, too. Marie kept her distance and avoided most of the punishment.
As Kayla wore down, though, Marie found that she could get more shots in. After Kayla threw a punch that missed, Marie scratched her face, stomped on her foot, and threw an open-handed slap that landed on Kayla’s face, making a loud smacking sound that the crowd cheered. Kayla looked exhausted and confused; she was still making the mistake of trying to take Marie out with wild, roundhouse punches. At this point, Kayla finally understood that she could actually lose this fight. In desperation, she tried to take Marie out with one go-for-it-all punch. She brought her fist all the way up from her hip. The punch was so severely telegraphed that Marie saw it coming from a mile away and ducked it at the last split second. As the fist passed over her, Marie came up with a short, hard punch of her own to the off-balance Kayla. The smaller girl’s counterpunch landed flush on Kayla’s jaw and caused her legs to collapse under her.
Stunned at the small girl’s success in scoring a clean knockdown on the bigger one, the crowd, in unison, cried:
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
They loved what was happening as much as Kayla hated it. She was down and dazed and Marie was deciding what to do next. She could try to punch out Kayla, but she knew that although the bigger girl was wearing down, she was still very strong.
Kayla was lying on her back, still dazed and hurting from the punch that had floored her. Marie stood over her and everyone thought that she was going to stomp Kayla. Instead, Marie, apparently deciding that she could catch more flies with sugar, inserted her nylon-clad foot under Kayla’s dress and started a smooth massaging motion around the bigger girl’s groin area. Everyone in the crowd could see Marie’s foot under the dress as it moved from crotch to stomach, from stomach to breasts…….always moving, always massaging. All of the spectators seemed to feel the softness of Marie’s foot on their own bodies. You could see it in their facial expressions and the way their bodies swayed with the waves of pleasure that Marie was casting. Everyone could see Kayla responding to it, as well. She was moaning aloud as her body swayed with the rhythms of Marie’s foot. When her foot traveled back down to Kayla’s groin, you could see that one or more of Marie’s toes had achieved labial penetration. When that happened, Kayla seemed to go wild. Her body jerked up and down in passion, and when Marie withdrew her foot, Kayla lay flat on her back, gasping and panting. She was finished.
Having tortured Kayla, first with pain, then with paradise, Marie smiled at all of us and decided to finish the show. She stepped behind the prone Kayla and sat down. She lifted her opponent’s head and propped it against her own crotch. Then Marie wrapped her left leg around Kayla’s head, her calf pressing against Kayla’s chin and her left foot protruding from the bigger girl’s right side. Marie then wrapped her right leg around her left foot. She tightened the hold by pulling up on her own right foot with her hand. The scissors was locked and loaded; the hold was inescapable.
Kayla felt as though she were clamped in a human vise. It wasn’t pain she was feeling as much as unbearable pressure, and she had no way to combat it. Trapped in a hold like this, the size differential between the two girls no longer mattered. When Marie flexed her left leg, the motion caused Kayla’s chin to lift, and the bigger girl felt herself passing out. The pressure was so intense that she couldn’t even try to claw her way out, much less punch.
The crowd could see Kayla’s eyelids fluttering as she lost consciousness. The image they were seeing, with the tiny girl sending the larger one to a crushing defeat was holding them spellbound.
Before she passed out completely, Kayla had time for one more thought…… that she was going to lose this fight......she was losing.......................................
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.......She had no idea how much time had passed.
For Kayla, realization was setting in slowly as she returned to consciousness.
Oh, no.
She had lost.
To tiny Marie.
Oh please, no.
She sat up with difficulty. She could see that everyone had left, including Marie. For all Kayla knew, the crowd had carried the little bitch off on their shoulders after her victory.
Even in her anguish, she knew that the loss was her own fault. Her pride had gotten in the way. She didn’t think she could possibly lose to a little thing like Marie. But she had.
Her mind burned with the shame of humiliation.
Her heart burned with smoldering resentment toward Marie.
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Kayla headed home with this thought:
Marie would pay for this.
