The Birthday Present

Gail and Olga really hate each other!  Anyone with half a brain would see that by simply following their hate-filled, disdainful posts directed at the other.  Too bad they will never get a chance to meet face to face to settle there differences.  Or so we think.  One day, Olga was sitting at home knitting...or whatever the hell it is Olga does when she sits at home alone.  The phone rings, and to her surprise, she hears a female voice on the other end.

"Hello Bitch."

Olga doesn't recognize the voice, but oddly, there is something familiar about it.

"Are you there, bitch?"  The voice says, snapping Olga from her bewilderment.

Olga bites her lower lip, "I think you have the wrong number."

There is silence on the line for a moment, then the voice says, "No, this is the right number and you know it.  You're Olga, right?"

"Who is this?"  Olga asks, totally bewildered.

(Laughter) "Hello, Olga.  This is Gail from freecatfights.com.  Told you I could find you if I wanted to."

Olga sits in stunned silence for a second....how the fuck?!?!....then she replies (deep in her heart, she knows this isn't a joke), "What the hell do you want, skank?"

(Laughter....from a man and a woman)  "Oh, I just thought I would call up a tramp and call her a tramp.  Seems I found one."

"Fuck you, Gail.  I don't have time for your bullshit."

"Wait..wait...wait...don't hang up!  Jeff and I have a proposition for you!"

Oh, this should be good, Olga thinks to herself."

"Jeff's birthday is coming up and I want to give him the best birthday gift ever!  The problem is, I need your help.  Interested?"

Olga thinks for a moment, but she really doesn't know what to say.  Are these two idiots crazy?  "How...how can I help?"

(Giggles)  "One day I pulled up a whole bunch of FCF profiles and I asked Jeff who he would most like to see me fight.  To my horror, he picks YOU!!!  Of all people, YOU!!!"

Olga snickers a little at the tone of Gail's voice when she mentions her.  It is a mix of disgust, loathing, and hatred.  And that suits Olga just fine.  But what is this all about?  Surely these morons didn't seek her out just to tell her that a boyfriend wants to see his girlfriend fight her.  What are these two up to?

"I guess you are trying to figure out what this is all about, right?"
"Well, yes I am."
"Here it is, Jeff and I will be willing to pay your way to come here and meet me at Jeff's birthday celebration.  We will be the main event!  You and me alone.  No one to stop us.  Not a poll.  A fucking fight!  No holds barred!"

Olga is totally stunned by this proposition, but before she can even think about it she stammers, "Fuck you!  I would love the chance to take you apart in front of your man!"

A stunned silence follows, and Olga has a moment to think about what she just said.  But she pushes it out of her mind just as quick.  Hell yeah, she would love to get her claws in this bitch!  She has run around FCF like she is fucking royalty!  Someone needs to put her in her place.  Might as well be me, Olga thinks.

"Still there?"  Olga asks.  "Or did you realize your mistake and hang up?"
"Screw you, slut!!"  Gail replies.  I will email you the details, even though I doubt you will show up!!"

The days and weeks pass, and true to her word, an email shows up with a flight pass, directions, and a date and time.  Olga occupies her time preparing for the trip, planning on making the most of her impromptu vacation.

Finally the day arrives, and she boards a plane and heads off on one of the biggest adventures of her young life.

Gail, on the other hand, is a bundle of nerves as the big day approaches.  She isn't nervous about her looming fight with Olga...well maybe she is a little...but she is more concerned that everything is perfect for Jeff on this special day.  Win or lose, she wants to make sure he will have a great time!  His happiness is her main goal until she and Olga finally meet face to face.

The day finally arrives, and Gail is nervously pacing the kitchen making sure everything is right, and fearing Olga won't show.  But she has already gotten an email saying the ticket she sent has been used.  A few minutes before the party is set to begin, another friend informs her Olga has arrived, and she is in the pool house preparing for the main event.

Gail and Olga decided what the main event would be through a series of emails.  Each one more bitterly charged than the last.  They finally settled on a catfight to submission with no rules.  No one would interfere until the bitter end.  Both readily agreed this is for the best because of their intense hatred for each other.

When it's time, Gail makes her way to her bedroom and prepares for the moment.  Finally, the wait is over and Jeff comes to escort her to the place they will fight.  Since it's a warm spring day, they decided the best place for this would be a large grassy area near the pool, but not so close one of them would be tempted to drown the other.  Gail wanted to be the first one here, but to her consternation, Olga is already in the yard.  Gail gasps...as does Jeff...when they see the 5'4" 130 lbs Olga facing them in her dark blue thong panties.

Gail bites her lip then swats Jeff in the tummy for gasping.  She slips off her black silk robe to reveal her 5'6" 130 lbs body dressed only in black bikini bottoms.  Both women glare at each other with nothing but contempt.  You could cut the tension with a knife.

"Well....well....thank you both for coming....."  Jeff starts to say, but a little push from Gail stops him.

"Go sit down Jeff.  Olga and I have some business to attend to......

The two rivals glare at each other as they both step into the bright sunlight.  A bank of clouds is building off to the west and a cool breeze sweeps over them bringing a hint of late afternoon rain.  The birthday boy takes his place in the seat of honor....a lawn chair....brought out for the occasion.  Gail and Olga circle each other like two feral cats who are both preying on the same ball of twine.  Their bare bodies glistening in the sun as a light sheen of perspiration coats their skin.

"Well, bitch?  You brought me here for a reason.  We going to keep walking in circles, or are we going to settle this?"  Olga inquires with a nervous, but playful, tone.  Gail simply smirks and fires a quick slap that catches Olga on the left side of her face.

The blonde stops circling and puts her hand to her stinging cheek.  Her eyes suddenly harden and any hint of nervousness is gone.  She takes her hand away to reveal a red spot the size of Gail's palm on her alabaster skin.  "You will pay dearly for that you slut!"

Olga charges her rival and there is a sudden smack of flesh striking flesh and the sound of air leaving lungs reverberates across the backyard.  Bare feet struggle to find purchase as both women try to keep their balance.  Gail meets Olga's charge by wrapping her arms around her rival's back, smashing their breasts together.  Olga retaliates by hammering short, choppy punches into Gail's ribs.

As suddenly as it began, the two women separate and begin circling again.  The audience realizes this is going to be a long afternoon.

The two women slowly circle, the warm sun beating down on their backs and shoulders and their feet skirt though the warm carpet of grass.  Their eyes fixed on their bitter rival as they tense and prepare to strike.

Gail thinks to herself, I hate this bitch, but she is dangerous!  I have to be careful or this will be a long day, but I know I can kick her ass!  "C'mon blondie...let's see what you've got!"  Her left hand darts out with a quick slap at her foe's cheek but she quickly follows it up by grabbing a handful of blonde hair and tugging Olga toward her.  She balls her fist and draws back to hammer a punch into the blonde's chest, but Olga is more or less prepared for that.  She hooks her foot behind Gail's leg and lets the momentum of Gail's tug...and a quick burst from her...allow her to slam her chest and shoulders into the bigger woman.   Her foot trips her opponent and they both tumble to the grass with a thud and a smack of flesh on flesh.

Two nearly bare bodies roll over and over in the grass as they two combatants battle for supremacy.  Olga grunts and wonders what possessed this dumb bitch to invite her here....pay for a plane ticket....and fight her in front of a group of people.  All she is going to do is get her ass kicked in front of her boyfriend!  How dumb!  But this may be tougher than she first thought!  Gail is solid and she seems to know what she is doing!  Gail makes that point to Olga when she rolls her onto her back and grapevines her legs.  Her hands trying to grab the squirming and writhing blonde's wrists to pin them beside her ears.  Olga moans in desperation and starts pushing her feet on the ground and bucking her hips wildly.  Gail struggles to keep her foe half pinned, but she starts to lose her balance and finally tumbles off, but she keeps hold of Olga's wrists and tries to pull her with her between her thighs.

Olga struggles to keep from being trapped, and she manages to get one leg outside of Gail's as the larger woman clamps her thighs closed around one of Olga's legs.  The blonde lunges forward and forces her dark haired opponent to the ground with a slap of her body.  Their breasts mash together with a smack and the wind is knocked out of Gail's lungs.  She relaxes her legs and shoves then blonde away so she can take a couple deep gulps of air.

The two women get to their knees facing each other.  Both knowing it will be a long, hard battle.  Both wanting nothing more than to destroy and humiliate her opponent.

The two women face each other on their knees.  The sun beating down on their nearly bare bodies.  A light sheen of sweat breaking out on their pink skin.  The crowd is so silent it seems they are collectively holding their breaths.  Grass clippings cling to both women's knees and back as they plan their next attack.

With a grunt that sounds almost like a growl, Gail lunges at her opponent and Olga seems to be momentarily caught off guard.  The sound of wet flesh slapping against bare skin resonates across the yard, and the battle is back on.  Olga falls onto her back but as she is driven back she brings her thighs up and locks then around Gail's sides.  The brunette's fingers grasp at the blonde's throat then she falls onto her side, knocking the air out of her as she lands trapped between Olga's powerful thighs.

But Gail is a wise, and seasoned, fighter.  She quickly jams the palms of both hands under her foe's chin and pushes her head back as far as she can.  Olga's grabs her opponent's wrists and sinks her nails in but the squirming, wriggling Gail manages to slip out from between her powerful thighs.  Soon both are grasping at each others' hair and rolling in the grass, both trying to overpower the other.

One moment Gail rolls the blonde onto her back and tries to slam her head off the ground.  The next minute, Olga manages to roll Gail onto her back and she tries to straddle her, but there is still too much fight left in both adversaries.  This battle goes on for several minutes, back and forth, until fatigue is starting to show in both women.

After what seems like an eternity, Olga slips behind her bigger rival and clamps her forearm around Gail's throat.  As she tenses her strong arm, she whispers in Gail's ear.  The crowd can't hear what was said, but they get a pretty good idea if they use their imaginations.  Gail begins bucking wildly trying to escape the vicious choke.  They roll from side to side on the carpet of grass.  Sunlight glistening off their bare skin.  Olga's smile tells the audience how much she is enjoying punishing her beautiful rival as she brings her thighs up to try for another scissors to finish off her struggling victim.

Gail's face registers panic and fear as Olga's forearm clamps around her throat.  The bigger girl squirms and writhes when the blonde's thighs clamp around her sides and begin to squeeze, but Gail does not give up.  She takes as much of a deep breath as she can then she closes her eyes tightly and drives her elbows into the inner part of Olga's thighs in an attempt to break the hold.

The blonde grunts in pain and begins pulsing her leg muscles while pulling herself upright and rocking to get Gail off balance.  If she can make them fall onto their sides, Gail won't have the leverage to dig her elbows into her thighs.  Gail spreads her feet to get as much balance as she can to keep her smaller foe from rolling them over.  Her fingers claw and scratch at Olga's forearm trying desperately to free herself.

The two beauties gasp and groan as they struggle to take control.  The grass warm on their butts and thighs as they rock back and forth on the lawn.  The crowd watches completely entranced by the sight of the struggling women testing each other on a warm spring day.  Every now and then, others will glance at Jeff to see how he is reacting to Gail's predicament.

Gail opens her eyes and sees Jeff watching intently.  She can tell he is silently urging her to make some sort of comeback, but with each passing second she is getting weaker and weaker.  In desperation, she stops clawing at Olga's forearm and clinches her eyes closed, then she drives her hand behind her shoulders where she can feel the blonde's breath on her sweaty back.  Her fingers sink into Olga's eyes and the blonde squeals in shock and horror.  She reals backwards, freeing the brunette, and pushes her feet on the grass to put distance between the two of them.

"You bitch......"

Gail takes a moment to catch her breath as Olga scoots away from her rubbing her eyes.  She slowly gets to her feet but has to lean over with her hands on her knees to fight off a head rush.  After a moment, she shakes it off and slowly stalks toward her intended victim.  This allows the crowd a chance to take a good, long look at this graceful lioness as she approaches the temporarily blinded adversary.  Gail's body glistens in the sun and sweat rolls through the grass clippings and traces of dust from the lawn on her body.  Her chest rises and falls above her flat tummy and enticing child-demon tattoo on her flank.

Olga is in real trouble for the first time during this fight.  She rubs her eyes willing to pain to go away so she can see because she knows how dangerous her rival can be.  She scoots so hard hard back with her feet, she feels her thong start to bunch and slip down her booty revealing the crack of her butt to the crowd.  She finally clears her eyes and she opens them just in time to see Gail closing in on her.  She takes the larger woman's shoulder in the chest and is knocked on her back.  She tries to keep her mouth closed on impact, but the shoulder...and then the ground still drive much of the air from her lungs.  Gail's fingers tighten deep in the blonde's hair and she begins shaking Olga's head wildly from side to side while trying to straddle her smaller rival.

Olga desperately hooks her thighs around Gail's sides when she feels the larger woman trying to trap her feet with a grapevine...Olga knows she will be in for a very bad day if that happens.

As Gail tries to grapevine the struggling blonde, she loses her balance for just a moment, and that is all Olga needs.  She thrusts upwards with her hips causing Gail to completely lose her balance and tumble to the side...but now she is trapped between the blonde's thighs.  Olga grabs her wrists and forces her arms toward her shoulders while twisting them toward the ground.


Tears well in Gail's eyes as the blonde starts to overpower her.  She clenches them tightly closed but they still spill down her cheeks.  She struggles to keep Olga from straddling her, but she has very little leverage to fight back, and her strength is starting to wane.  She curses herself for showing any weakness at all, but she imagines the crowd of onlookers can see the teardrops glistening in the late afternoon sun.  Are they laughing at me? She asks herself.  She bucks her hips harder and wriggles more, hoping that her sweaty, slippery body will find a way to force the smaller blonde off of her and give her the chance to redeem herself in front of the crowd.  How humiliated Jeff must be!  This is all he talked about for weeks leading up to this very day.  How can I look him in the face after this?  Gail ponders silently as she squirms trying to keep from being forced onto her back.

Olga, is quite content with the way things have worked  thus far.  She should be.  She is on unfamiliar ground, on a hated rival's home turf, and she has managed to control the action for most of the contest.  But she also knows how strong her opponent can be, and she realizes this might be her last shot at finishing the match on top.  If Gail has the stamina to get out of this, Olga isn't sure she can counter her.  This is proving to be one of the toughest fights of her life!  And Gail is one of the strongest, smartest opponents she has ever faced!  If only the bitch would just quit squirming and writhing!

Olga finally pins the struggling brunette's right wrist to the grass and she almost has her body on top of Gail's to complete the straddle, but she is suddenly surprised when the brunette bridges hard and thrusts her hips and thighs toward the sky.  The smaller fighter loses her balance and falls to one side while Gail struggles to roll over, breaking Olga's grip on her wrists.  The larger woman pushes her knees toward her opponent forcing her the rest of the way off.

Yes!

Gail hears Jeff's encouraging comment as she frees herself from being pinned.  She scrambles to her knees wondering what her course of attack will be.  She lunges at the blonde but Olga is already moving back toward her.  Their bodies crash into each other with a loud smack of wet flesh on flesh.  Their arms intertwine and they two women glare at each other nose to nose, breast to breast, tummy to tummy.  Their bodies strain against each other and the air is filled with their grunts and groans as they try to overpower their rival.  Each knowing the end is near, and that this will be the moment that will determine who conquers who.

The two women topple into the grass and Gail makes one last effort to control the struggling blonde.  Her body slips along beside her foe's and her arms squirm up to her opponents neck, but Olga is a little too quick for the brunette.  Before Gail can get her forearm around Olga's neck, the smaller woman twists and slams her own forearm under the bigger woman's chin forcing her head back at a painful angle.  Gail tries to readjust to get away from the blonde, but Olga is much too quick for her.  She rolls onto her side and scissors her thighs around Gail's midsection.  Gail finds herself suddenly face down on the grass with her opponent squirming around behind her.  In desperation, she tries to do a half-pushup to dislodge the blonde but inadvertently helps the smaller woman.  Olga takes the chance to push off with her bottom foot and sit on her foe's back.  With one bounce, Gail is face down in the grass once again.  Before her victim can recover, the blonde quickly hooks Gail's arms over her knees and clasps her hands under the brunette's chin.  She leans back, pulls her arms straight and tight, yanking Gail's chin, head, neck, and finally her chest off the ground into a perfect camel clutch.  Gail squeals in frustration and sudden sharp pain in her lower back.  Her arms are hooked so she can't use them and her legs suddenly won't seem to work.  She is totally trapped.

Gail's toes paw at the grass and her hands press against Olga's knees and thighs, but she cannot work herself free.  She opens her eyes and to her horror, she finds she is staring straight into Jeff's eyes from about ten feet!  Tears stream down her cheeks, not so much from pain but from the realization she has ruined his birthday gift.  She tries again to think of a way out of this position, but she is hopelessly trapped.  She closes her eyes to not have to see shame on Jeff's face.

Olga knows the match is all but over now, and she smiles at each person in the crowd.  She is breathing easy now that she has virtually won, but she is really hoping Gail will continue struggling so she can prolong the agony she is causing her hated rival.  She can't help but smile wickedly at Jeff, thinking, Bitch is getting what she deserves. 

The crowd sits in silent anticipation waiting for the inevitable.  When it finally comes half are shocked that Gail gave in, but the other half are silently happy she did.  Not everyone is a Gail fan.

Tears stream down her face and the burning agony in her back, coupled with the hot embarrassment growing in her finally becomes too much for the brunette warrior to bear.  She taps her right hand lightly on Olga's knee and says, just loud enough for Olga to hear,  I give.....

Olga immediately releases the hold and sighs deeply as the brunette is allowed to drop to the ground.  After a moment, she stands and rolls her defeated rival onto her back.  Her chest heaving as she takes huge gulps of air as her body glistens in the now shaded yard.  Lifting her right foot, she places it between the beaten girl's breasts then lifts her hands over her head in a classic victory pose.  Looking at Jeff with a mixture of contempt and satisfaction, she proudly says, Happy Birthday!

The End