BARBIE DOLL vs. DIANE
The Catfight!

with illustrations by Konstantin
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As I started the car up, I couldn't help but think about how much I was looking forward to the night ahead. Though I typically did not attend reunions, this one promised to be interesting. It was the 15 year reunion for my graduating class in college and I was really looking forward to seeing some of my old classmates, see what they looked like, how they've done, etc. So as I drove on, I remembered back to those times.

I attended a small, local college, what many people refer to as a commuter school. The student body consisted exclusively of students, who lived within driving distance of the campus. And since it was such a small school, most of us knew each other. In fact, even 15 years later, I often ran into former classmates while shopping or in restaurants and the like. But to have the majority of them together again in one room, promised to make for an interesting evening.

I'm a bit unique from most of my former classmates however in that I'm still legitimately single, never married. Most everyone else was married, had kids, mountains of debt, a mini van. all the trappings of middle age. But since I had none of those things, most of the guys I had kept in contact with were all jealous of me, and some even lived vicariously through me. They loved to hear my stories and adventures and I was always willing to share them. Their wives also loved to tease me about being single and were always trying to fix me up, so as I pulled up to the hotel, I smiled, thinking about the gibes I was sure to hear.

The event was held at a fancy resort hotel, very classy. I walked into the room where the reunion was being held and quickly made my way to the bar and ordered a drink. I then scanned the room, noticing a couple of my poker buddies. There were 5 or 6 of us who had kept in touch after graduation and once a month or so, got together to play cards. Dean was going through a nasty divorce and Tim's wife was home sick, so the three of us were unescorted, which was fine with us.

We began to talk when Dean nudged me with his elbow, motioning for me to turn around. As I did, a smile stretched across my face once I noticed her. She was standing there, all alone, and instantly we all quickly made our way toward her.

Barbara was a great gal and lots of fun to be with. I had dated her for a couple of months in the beginning of our sophomore year, but I'll get to that later. She was attractive, smart, witty ... but none of those things were the reason all three of us nearly fell over ourselves to get close to her. She greeted Tim and Dean politely and then gave me a nice hug and friendly kiss on the cheek.

The four of us began to chat for a few minutes, quickly dispensing with the pleasantries. But within a minute or two, I could feel the tension mounting, wondering who would be the first to bring it up. My friends and I exchanges subtle glances, waiting to see if she would say anything. Finally, with an incredible lack of finesse, Dean blurted out the phrase we had all wanted to say.

"So Barbara, we saw you on TV last Saturday night. When the hell did you get into wrestling?"

I could feel my whole body tingle and the blood drain from my face. It was an awkward couple of seconds and it was obvious that Barbara was the least comfortable with the question. I think she was stunned initially, but as the moments wore on, I could sense that she was almost relieved that it had come out.

"I've been doing it for about a year Dean. Was that the first time you guys had seen me?"

Dean shook his head; in fact all three of us instinctively shook our heads. Barbara smiled shyly, realizing that she was now faced with a small fan club, all of whom had just witnessed her in action for the first time.

It was one of the most amazing things I had ever seen. We were having our monthly poker game last Saturday night, and Dean was the first to fold his cards and drop out of the game. But rather than go home to an empty apartment, he plopped down on my sofa, turned on the TV and began flipping through the channels as we kept playing cards. A few minutes later, he began yelling for us to come in and take a look at the screen. To all of our amazement, there was Barbara, dressed in a blue wrestling outfit, jogging toward the ring before thousands of screaming fans. She was introduced as Barbie Doll, but we all immediately knew who she really was.

Well the card game broke up right then and we were all glued to the television set, watching women's wrestling. To me it was a dream come true, you see I have this fetish about women wrestling. I find it to be one of the most erotic things I have ever seen. And to have a woman I know ... a woman I actually dated ... wrestling on TV as I watched from the comfort of my living room, well let's just say I must have done something right in my life.

It was a tournament set-up so two matches took place before Barbara... um, Barbie Doll.. was called into the ring. She faced this beautiful blonde named Sunshine, and all of us were going nuts as we watched. Though Sunshine was certainly gorgeous, we all rooted for our hometown beauty, though our enthusiasm quickly faded once the match began and Barbara.. um, Barbie Doll... was easily and decisively defeated. Nonetheless, to me it was still one of the most stimulating experiences of my life.

As we began to discuss Barbara's wrestling experiences with her, no one dared mention the outcome of the match and even though we all bombarded her with questions, the tone of the conversation remained very respectful and courteous. As the discussion went on, I could tell Barbara was becoming more and more comfortable and even enjoying the attention. She smiled the entire time, politely answering our questions and basking in the limelight.

Just then Barbara's husband, Geoff, walked over and greeted everyone. Geoff was a great guy and we had all known him from college and gotten along great. And even though we hadn't kept in touch after graduation, it was great to see him again. He and Barbara made the perfect couple in fact. After a few moments of friendly banter, he turned to Barbara with a somber look on his face.

"Chris's fever went up to 103 and the baby sitter is getting a bit nervous. She's going to take his temperature again in a few minutes and call me back. If it's still high, I'll go home and stay with him, but why don't you stay and have a good time. I'm sure one of these nice gentlemen will give you a ride home at the end of the night, right guys?"

We all looked at each other and nodded our heads, trying not to display the excitement we were all obviously now feeling at being left alone with Barbie.

"No..no..I'll go with you" Barbara replied.

"Listen.. We both know that he's okay, he's had colds like this lots of times. So there's no sense in both of us leaving. Stay and have a good time. Okay?"

Barbara looked back at him, hesitating for a moment before nodding her head in agreement and grabbing hold of his hand and giving him a soft kiss in appreciation. With that settled, there was a short break in the conversation before Dean, the king of rudeness, broke it.

"So what do you think about your wife's wrestling?" he blurted out in his usual tactless manner.

Geoff turned, caught off guard by the question, before he turned back and looked at his wife in frustration. It was obvious that the question created some tension between them and Barbara was a bit nervous about Geoff's reaction. He paused for a moment, and very carefully responded.

"It's something isn't it? "

The response was less than enthusiastic, and certainly not a vote of confidence. There was then a clumsy moment of silence before the conversation resumed with Geoff turning quiet and obviously annoyed. The topic quickly returned to Barbara and her wrestling, which created a bit of tension, but as if things weren't tense enough, I noticed the icing on the cake, and she was heading our way. My eyes became fixed upon her as she approached, and so did Geoff's, almost as if we were both hypnotized. She was one of the most beautiful women I had ever met, completely captivating, and apparently I was not the only one who was infatuated with her.

Diane was another of our classmates, but not one everyone had gotten along with. Barbara noticed her husband staring at something, and as she caught a glimpse of the object of his staring, her expression changed from a sweet smile to an angry glare. There was some bad blood here, and it was all about to meet right in front of me.

You see Geoff and Barbara had met while in college, at the end of our sophomore year. They dated through the end of our junior year and then broke up temporarily over that summer. Well within days after they broke up, in moved Diane and she and Geoff became an item. The two of them were inseparable that summer and it really hurt Barbara. She couldn't believe that Geoff could move onto someone else so quickly.

Well Diane stayed with Geoff for most of the summer, but then dumped him when she felt things had gotten too serious, and Geoff came crawling back to Barbara. After a couple of weeks of begging and pleading, Barbara took him back and the rest is history. But even though Geoff and Barbara married a few years after graduating, the general consensus amongst us was that if Diane had wanted, Geoff could have been hers. And I think Barbara never fully got over that.

Diane sauntered over to us, walked up to Geoff and gave him a big kiss. She then gave me a kiss and nodded her head to Tim and Dean before turning to Barbara.

"Hi Barbie, long time no see!"

Barbara's face was flushed, the inviting smile wiped from her lips. Conversely, Diane had a sinister smirk on her face which could only mean she was up to no good. And her use of the first half of Barbara's wrestling name lead me to believe she was all to happy to jump in on our conversation.

"Hello Diane." She replied coldly.

The tension was so thick you could feel it as the two contrasting women stood face to face. I had a unique perspective on the whole thing however, being the only one, other than Geoff, who had dated both women while in college.

I remember Barbara from freshman year, but vaguely. She had a cute face and an amazing smile, which made you feel good when you saw it. But she was also kind of short and pudgy so I paid little attention to her. But when we all returned for sophomore year, she had grown a couple of inches and lost a few pounds and looked completely different. So I wasted no time and made my move. We dated for about two months and actually had begun to get pretty serious. She was the first girl who made me think about spending my life with someone, and it scared the hell out of me. She wanted to see a commitment from me and though I really liked her, I wanted no part of it. I wasn't interested in being that serious with anyone, even Barbara, and so I explained that and broke up with her. We remained friends though and there were no hard feelings.

Diane was probably the most beautiful girl in school, and the wildest too. I had my eye on her from my first day in freshman year and was fortunate enough to have dated her for about a month at the end of sophomore year. I was in my glory the whole time! Not only was she gorgeous, but she was also incredibly sexy. She had this way of looking at you which made you feel as if she were seducing you, it made you feel like a God. I remember wanting to spend every minute of the day with her, but as soon as she sensed that I was getting too close, she dumped me and moved on to someone else. I was devastated, but that was Diane. We remained friends too, but to my dismay, never dated again.

So sophomore year was good to me, but the two experiences were incredibly different, as were the two women.

"So what are we talking about?" Diane asked suspiciously.

Never one to let an opportunity like this go by, Dean spoke up.

"We were talking about Barbara and her wrestling."

"Oh.. So everyone knows about that, do they? It's a shame that you didn't do better in your last match eh Barbie?" Diane taunted, obviously trying to draw a reaction.

Barbara's face grew red and I could almost hear the steam shooting from ears.

"Yeah, I had a bad night, I admit it. But that doesn't happen to me very often." Barbara exclaimed defensively. She was obviously irked by Diane's intrusion into the conversation and was determined to strike her down. But before she could, Diane continued.

"Oh really? Because I saw you wrestle on TV a few weeks prior to this. You faced some chubby old lady, what was her name, um..Maggie!. that's right. And if I remember correctly, she beat you pretty good too? Didn't she?"

It was obvious that Diane was trying to embarrass Barbara, and from the expression on Barbara's face, it was working. Just then Geoff's cellular phone began to ring, so he walked away as he answered it. But Barbara stood defiantly, defending herself from Diane's attack.

"That was a championship match and I was proud to have been invited to wrestle for the championship. But yes, Maggie beat me in that match. But she was the champion so it was nothing to be ashamed of."

I began to sense that Barbara was about to explode, so in order to try and keep the peace, and for old time's sake, I tried to jump in.

"REALLY? You wrestled for the championship? WOW! That must have been exciting!"

Barbara turned to me and smiled, realizing what I was doing, but again Diane beat her to the punch, chiming right in.

"Yes, it was very entertaining. But for a champion, she sure seemed to be out of shape. Especially since she lost the title so easily in just her next match. Isn't that right Barbie?"

Barbara stood quietly, her hands on her hips as she glared angrily at Diane. She knew that she could not dispute Diane's claims however, which only helped to stir her anger even more. I could see that Barbara was boiling and knew that I had to do something before the two of them were rolling around on the floor. Don't get me wrong, I would have loved to see it, but it just didn't seem right.

"Would you like another drink Barbara?" I asked politely, trying to change the subject.

"Yes...yes, thank you. In fact, I think I'll take a walk to the bar with you."

She picked up on my motive very quickly, and so Barbara and I turned and walked toward the bar as the conversation continued without us. I could see that she was fuming, especially since Diane had now taken her place as the center of attention. We said nothing to each other, as I thought it best to let her cool off. But after she took a big gulp of wine, she began to mumble under her breath. Just then Geoff walked over and stood next to his wife, not realizing all of what had just happened, which did little to calm Barbara's anger.

"I've got to go. His fever is down, so he's fine, but the sitter is still nervous."

He then turned to me; "Can you do me a favor George and make sure she gets home okay?"

I nodded and shook his hand before he leaned over and whispered in his wife's ear, just loud enough for me to hear.

"Don't let her bother you. You know she's just trying to get under your skin. I love you."

And with that, Geoff turned and gave her a kiss on the cheek before leaving. Barbara felt better, but was still fuming. So I stood quietly, allowing the resumption of our discussion to be up to her. She was quiet for a few moments, which gave my mind a chance to wander. Faced with the friction which existed between the two of them, I began to think back to how different Barbara and Diane really were.

Barbara was the kind of girl you wanted to take home to your mother. Pretty, smart, sweet.. the kind of girl your Mom loves to see you with. Her smile would just light up a room. Diane on the other hand was the kind of girl you wanted all of your friends to see you with. Gorgeous, sexy and just oozing sensuality. She was the kind of girl every guy wanted, but only a few could actually have. When she smiled at you, you got an instant erection.

I remember dating Barbara and how much I struggled to try and have sex with her. She wasn't a prude, in fact after several weeks, we eventually had a few steamy nights together where I even got her take her top off. But once I tried to get beyond that, she would always put a stop to it. She wanted to save herself, and though it was hard to accept at the time, I still respected her for it. Diane on the other hand was wild and we had sex almost every night we were together. To this day, it is still the best sex I have ever had. She was not only the most beautiful woman I have ever been with, but also the most sensual.

Barbara was always very sweet and very friendly, with lots of friends and no enemies. She was completely non-confrontational and never had any altercations with anyone. Which was why it was so amazing that she had decided to become a wrestler. Diane was friendly too, but with a certain air of arrogance about her. She was definitely the more popular of the two primarily due to her beauty, all of the guys wanted her and she knew it. But she was also a tough chick. Her looks and ways would sometimes make other girls jealous and force confrontations, but she never backed down from a challenge and was known to have her share of scrapes. In fact, on more than one occasion she gave the girlfriend of one of her boy toys two reasons to cry. First from a broken heart, by stealing her boyfriend, and then from a broken body if she dared do anything about it.

But my daydreaming was eventually interrupted by Barbara's angry grumbles.

"That little bitch. If I ever get her alone..."

I didn't know what to say, but I knew I was in a the middle of a precarious situation. I was surprised at Barbara's reaction too, she was usually so reserved. But I have to admit that I began to fantasize about these two very different women entwined in a fight, and was now completely aroused by the possibility, but I didn't dare show that. I wasn't sure how to react, but before I could think about it any further, everything unfolded right before me.

"Oh, so there you are. If I didn't know better, I would say you were trying to avoid me Barbie."

It was Diane and she was standing right in front of us. Barbara's eyes grew red as fire as she stared back at Diane.

"My name is Barbara! And don't you ever mind your own business Diane?"

Diane's eyes raised as she smiled slyly. But she was not one to back down, and she went right back at Barbara.

"NO! No I don't! And you certainly aren't gonna make me either!"

Barbara wasn't backing down either though, and the situation was becoming more and more serious.

"What is your problem Diane. Why do you always have to get in the middle of everything? Why don't you just leave everyone alone?"

I knew this would not have a happy ending, and could sense that Diane was about to bring this argument to another level, which she did.

"It's not everyone Barbie Doll, it's just you! I call things as they really are. You want to try and sell yourself as some wrestling superstar, well then, you better be prepared to have someone who tells the truth about you and your wrestling career. The truth is, you aren't much of a wrestler at all. That's not MY fault, so don't try and blame me for it. Just like it wasn't my fault when Geoff came after me in college. You've always wanted to blame me, when you really should have looked in the mirror. Maybe he just wanted someone better than you. That's why he went for ME!"

I had never seen Barbara as angry as she was right at that moment. Her breathing became deep, her eyes red and all her muscles began tightening. I anticipated that something might happen, so I wedged myself between them as Barbara shot back her reply.

"You little bitch. YOU came after Geoff, so don't try and twist it around. And we had already broken up at that time, so he didn't leave me for you. Besides, he ended up with ME, didn't he?"

Strangely enough, Diane began to smile as she paused for a moment. She then very calmly stepped closer to Barbara and stared her right in the eye as she whispered to her.

"That's been building up for a long time, hasn't it Barbie? You would love to get your hands on me, wouldn't you?" taunted Diane. "The fact is, if I wanted him, he would have been mine! You know it, I know it, and so does everyone else. And if I wanted him today, I could still have him!"

Barbara said nothing, but the expression on her face made her answer obvious. But Diane was not done yet. <,/p> "So do you want to kick my ass Barbie?... If so then let's do it.! You obviously want to get your hands on me and there's nothing more that I would love than to mix it up with a real live wrestling superstar, so how about it?"

I almost exploded at the words and was so excited I could barely contain myself. I thought I heard Barbara's heart sink into her stomach though as her expression turned from anger to confusion.

"What do you mean?" she asked cautiously.

"A fight!!!! You want to fight me, I want to fight you, so why don't we just do it? I've had a few catfights before, and I loved it. My ex-husband got me into it, and now I'm pretty good at it. You're a big time superstar wrestler and certainly will have an advantage. So let's fight!"

Barbara was completely flabbergasted and it showed. She had never expected this challenge in a million years, but it was now before her and she had to respond.

Catfight? You want to have a catfight?

I could sense her apprehension, but as each moment passed, I noticed her expression change from one of utter shock gradually to one of deep, internal reflection. She seemed to be debating it all in her head. She knew she couldn't back down from Diane's challenge, especially in front of a witness, but I could see that she was growing increasingly more receptive to the idea as time wore on.

"Where?" Barbara finally asked curiously, trying to gather the facts.

Diane shrugged her shoulders, but then turned to me. "You live alone right Georgie? How about your place? It's private, it's neutral, and it's free. And in return, we'll let you watch. What do you say George?"

Both women were staring at me, waiting for an answer. I thought I would ejaculate in my pants at the thought and within a second, nodded my head like a rabid dog.

"What about rules?" Barbara asked.

"What about rules?" Diane replied. "This isn't your fake, professional wrestling. It's the real thing... a real catfight. The only rule is, may the best woman win! What's the matter, are you scared of that?"

"I'm not scared of you Diane. If that's what you want, then fine. When?"

Again Diane turned to me. "How about Friday night?" I offered.

"No..it's got to be a weekday when the kids are in school. In fact, it's got to be in the morning. How about Wednesday?"

I nodded in agreement, able to clear my calendar no matter which date they had chosen. Barbara thought about it for a moment and nodded as well.

"Okay then, Wednesday morning, should we say 9:30? I'll see you there." Diane exclaimed. She then leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the lips before rubbing her hand across my cheek as she walked away. Barbara had extended her hand to Diane to seal the deal, but Diane ignored, it, strutting confidently away.

I stood there for what seemed like an eternity as she stared off into space, while Barbara did the same. A few moments later I snapped out of it however.

"You okay?" I asked her.

"Yeah..." she paused for a moment or two, "Yeah. I think I'm doing quite well actually ... would you mind taking me home now?"

I nodded my head and we walked to my car together. Barbara was very pensive as we walked, not nervous or scared, but almost at peace with her decision. It seemed like she was thinking that she would finally have the opportunity to put a troubling part of her past behind her as a result of this fight, and she was happy about that.

Barbara grilled me on Diane all the way home, trying to find out whatever she could. I knew a bit about her, after all, I was enamored with the woman, so I spilled my guts.

"Diane has three kids and lives in a gorgeous house in the ritzy part of town. There were rumors that her marriage was a bit um...... unconventional......, with gossip about how they would swap partners with other friends on occasion." I explained, "but that doesn't matter much since she divorced her husband last year, which is the best news I've heard in a long time!"

I smiled, feeling proud of myself for that last bit of commentary, before I realized what I was saying. Barbara sneered at me for the remark, and I gulped, wanting to slap myself. Trying to cover up my embarrassment, I quickly continued.

"Umm, er..her ex-husband did quite financially and so Diane won the house, two cars and a very generous monthly payment in the divorce settlement. She has a live-in nanny who takes care of the kids and friends of mine tell me she spends a lot of time in the gym at the country club, where she wears these skimpy little outfits!"

I inadvertently smiled at the thought, which Barbara noticed, but was able to quickly compose myself.

"I hear that she's really in great shape!" I concluded, expecting a reaction from Barbara.

But it didn't bother her. In fact, despite how unnerving the whole night had been, she was amazingly calm. I couldn't help myself, and finally asked her about it. She thought about the question, gathering her composure before answering.

"You know .. I've hated Diane for over 15 years. I've lived with that anger for all this time, and now I finally have the opportunity to do something about it. I feel that right now I'm in the best shape of my life and in addition, I'm trained to know how to wrestle! So the fact that SHE challenged ME to a wrestling match! .... I mean this is the one thing I know I can beat her at. I know I can do it better than her!"

I listened closely, surprised at Barbara's interpretation. She was in great shape and she did know how to wrestle, but this wasn't going to be a wrestling match, it was a catfight. I've watched dozens of videotapes featuring both catfights and wrestling matches, and the two are definitely not the same!

"You know this is a catfight, and not a wrestling match, don't you? The two are very different you know. I mean anything goes in a catfight." I warned Barbara.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. She can think it's going to be a catfight, but I'm going to make sure that it stays a wrestling match."

I shook my head, not sure if I knew what she meant. But I did know that in just a few short days I was going to be treated to something better than anything I had ever fantasized about, and it was an incredible feeling! I dropped Barbara off and she gave me a kiss on the cheek and thanked me for my thoughtfulness. But as she closed the front door of her house, I dropped my head back and howled with delight at the prospect of what was yet to come.

The next few days lasted an eternity, but finally I found myself pacing in my home, waiting for the two women to show up. I had cleared my living room of all it's furniture and that was where they would fight. It was a pretty big room, about 20' by 20', with plush white carpeting on the floor. I had picked out some music to play, an old 80's compilation of mostly disco music I had bought a few years ago, which seemed appropriate.

Finally the bell rang, and I did my final piece of preparation before answering it. Of all the wrestling videos I have seen, one of the features which has excited me the most was sweaty, gorgeous bodies. So before I answered the door, I turned the thermostat up to 78 degrees. "That should be enough to do it!" I thought.

I answered the door, and there was Barbara, standing there. I let her in, and she gave me a kiss on the cheek before slipping her coat off. She was wearing a pair of faded jeans, a gray, turtleneck sweater and a pair of flat, black shoes. It was the perfect outfit for her, casual but neat. She was also carrying an overnight bag.

Barbara's face and hair however were more made up than I had ever seen before. Her hair was fluffy and obviously doused with hairspray to hold it in place, the long, light brown curls hanging down her back. Her eyes were also covered with make-up, green eye shadow and thick mascara. Her cheeks were rosy red with a thick coat of blush, and her lips were covered with a moist, bright red lipstick.

She had obviously spent a great deal of time on her appearance and it showed. She looked beautiful, though perhaps a bit overdone. I was surprised to see that too since she typically didn't wear lots of make- up, though it quickly became apparent that Barbara's physical appearance was very important to her today, and she had gotten into the spirit of a true catfight..

"What's in the bag?" I asked politely.

"I brought a few different outfits to wear. I'm not going to let Diane out do me this time!"

I smiled at the prospect and escorted her into the living room.

"This is where the fight will be, okay?"

Barbara nodded her head, but corrected me. "It won't be a fight George, I'm going to outwrestle her. She'll see that the pro wrestling isn't so fake once I'm through with her."

I smiled back, but had to question Barbara's assertion.

"I know I said this already, but... You do realize this is a catfight, don't you? Diane is not going to be wrestling, she's going to be fighting!"

Barbara looked back at me, a puzzled expression on her face.

"That's the second time you've mentioned that. Do you know something that I don't?"

I tried to be respectful and polite, while still making my point.

"Well..I've watched videos of lots of wrestling matches and I've watched videos of lots of catfights.. and let's just say that from my experience, they are very different. Catfighting involves hairpulling, biting, scratching... anything goes!!! And in the end, someone usually ends up topless and humbled!"

Barbara still looked puzzled, but replied calmly.

"Well don't worry, I'm going to make sure that none of that happens today. I'm going to make sure that this stays a wrestling match and that the only one who will be humbled is Diane!..... But tell me, how do you know so much about this George?"

"Let's just say that I've been a fan of women's combat for a loooong time."

Barbara turned away and mumbled something which was not intended for my ears, but I heard it nonetheless.

"You should talk to my husband..."

I chimed right in however, "Doesn't he know about this?" I asked curiously.

"NO!..... NO!, and I don't ever want him to, okay? He doesn't like the idea of me wrestling as it is, so he would definitely not approve of this. "

I was surprised, but decided to mind my own business, at least for now. Just then the doorbell rang again and I could see Barbara was a bit startled by it. My heart began to race, so I could imagine what was going on inside of her. I opened the front door and, as expected, there was Diane.

She strode gracefully into my home, wearing a long, black trench coat and a pair of spiked heel shoes. I escorted her into the living room, where she stood before Barbara.

"Barbie....." she greeted her foe coldly.

"Diane....." replied Barbara frigidly.

Even though I had turned the thermostat up, a cold front breezed through the room at the icy greeting. Then Diane undid the belt on her trench coat before seductively rolling her shoulders back while dropping her arms to her sides. Her coat slowly slid past her shoulders and down her body before she caught it in her hands at her waist. I felt my mouth fall open and my heart stop as I watched the incredibly sexy unveiling of her luscious body, the bulge in my pants now obvious.

She was wearing a skimpy, black, lace bra with a matching thong, and it complimented her incredible chassis perfectly. Diane's body was even better than I had remembered it. It was not only as curvy and perfectly proportioned as it always had been, but now she had added just enough muscle to enhance it's sultry shape.

Her breasts were perfect, round, firm and flawlessly erect. They were large enough to be obvious and incredible looking without being disproportionate to the rest of her limber body. Her arms were lithe and slightly muscled, her stomach taut and concave, lined with slight indentations, a hint of the abdominal muscles which were hidden below her tanned skin. Her perfectly rounded ass was completely visible, her legs seemingly stretching for miles. She smirked at Barbara, flaunting my exuberant reaction to her incredible appearance.

As I glanced at them both, I quickly came to a conclusion about their contrasting, physical appearances. Diane would make the perfect Victoria's Secret model. She had a gorgeous face, incredible body and the ability to draw attention to herself. In addition, she looked right at home in sexy lingerie, and it looked right at home on her! On the other hand, Barbara would make the perfect model for L. L. Bean, the GAP or one of the other casual clothiers. She was very pretty, but casual and unassuming, allowing the attention to be focused on the clothes, rather than on her.

The two stood in the living room for a few more moments before Barbara reached for her bag. I could sense her jealousy at Diane's appearance, but as she walked by, I could also sense her confidence about what she would soon look like. And I was anxious to see it!

"Excuse me", she whispered, as she grabbed her bag and walked into the bedroom to change.

I felt like a little boy as I stood there, alone with Diane. She loved to tease, and that is exactly what she was doing to me. As I watched, she lifted her leg, placed her foot against the wall and undid the strap to her shoe. Her one glorious leg was fully extended, and I felt as if I was going to explode on the spot. She then did the same with her other leg, tossing her shoes into the corner.

A minute or two later, I heard the door to the bedroom open and out walked Barbara. She was wearing a printed, green, string bikini and looked great in it. She swaggered into the living room, trying to make a better impression than Diane had made, but simply did not have the braggadocio of her rival. I stared at Barbara, just as she wanted me to, but had to disagree to myself about something she had said earlier. Even though she looked great, Diane had definitely out done her.

Barbara's chest was round and firm, but much smaller and not as erect as Diane's. Her arms and legs were svelte, with a hint of muscle, though not long and willowy like Diane's. Her stomach was taut, but lacked the slight washboard effect, which Diane possessed. Barbara's tummy was also covered with a thin layer of blonde, peach fuzz, which though not at all unattractive, was simply not as pleasing as Diane's bare, hairless belly.

The top of her suit concealed her chest more than Diane's bra did, but the spaghetti straps on Barbara's suit left her back and shoulders just about bare. The bottom of her suit was Brazilian cut, so it was sexy, but again not as revealing as Diane's thong. There was even a noticeable difference in their skin tone, with Diane's healthy and tan, Barbara's a bit more pale.

Don't get me wrong, seeing Barbara in that outfit was certainly a pleasant experience, but not quite as arousing as seeing Diane's for the first time. The two women were soon no longer interested in their appearance however, standing toe to toe. I was still very interested in their appearances however and began to analyze them in terms of the fight.

Diane had about a two inch height advantage and was probably about 5 to 7 pounds heavier, with a bit more muscle. Aside from that, there were no significant differences, meaning Diane's advantage was not overwhelming.

"Okay Barbie.. You ready to fight?"

"Yeah, I'm ready. So how many counts to a pin?"

Diane looked at me and I shook my head in dismay at the question. It was a sure sign that Barbara was still not aware of what she was getting herself into. And Diane's began to lose her patience.

"This is a catfight Barbie! There are no rules and there are no pins. The winner makes the loser quit, period! That's the only way to win. This ain't the fake shit you do Barbie ... this is the real thing!..... Are you sure you're ready for this? Because I ain't holding back once we start!."

"Fine! I'm ready. You just make sure you're ready Diane!" replied Barbara defiantly, "Submission it is!"

From Barbara's last few words I could tell she still didn't get it. But it was too late now as they both turned and walked to opposite corners of the room. They both looked ready, I mean mentally ready, judging by the intense expressions on their faces. Diane then turned to me.

"Oh... and you stay out of this George. This is our fight. You just enjoy yourself, but don't interfere. Agreed?" she asked, looking right at me.

I nodded my head, trying to control myself from coming in my pants.

"Agreed Barbie?" Diane then asked, looking at her opponent. Barbara nodded.

"Okay then .... You ready Barbie Doll?" she asked, to which Barbara once again nodded.

"Then let's go!"

And with that, they both crouched down, spreading their arms in front of them as they each inched forward. I remembered about the music, stumbling to the stereo and turning it on so that it drowned out any noises someone outside might hear. Though my townhouse was on the end of the units and all of my neighbors were working, I didn't want to take any chances.

Diane looked cocky and made the first move, charging at Barbara while shouting savagely. She thrust her arms forward, but Barbara easily grabbed hold of forearm and flipped her onto her back. Diane landed with a THUD, took a moment to regroup and then rushed back onto her feet. She was obviously annoyed at the quick reaction of her opponent, but a look of determination quickly spread across her pretty face.

With the fight now underway and the preliminary stuff over, Barbara's confidence was growing and she looked calm and cool. She stood ready, apparently allowing Diane to be the aggressor, which she was none to happy to oblige. Again she charged, but this time Barbara snatched onto her wrist, twirled her arm over and around her head, thereby spinning Diane in the process. Diane ended up with her back to Barbara and her arm coiled behind her back and pressed tightly between her shoulder blades.

Diane's chest jutted out in front of her as her body pitched to the side to try and relive some of the pressure on her arm. Barbara had exerted little energy to trap Diane in a painful hold and I began to see what she was talking about when she said that she would make this a wrestling match. But I also wondered if she could sustain her strategy over the long haul.

Diane grunted and thrashed her body from side to side trying to free herself, but Barbara kept a tight grip on her trapped wrist. Barbara then used her free arm to wrap it around Diane's waist, placing her in a one handed bear hug. Diane tried to use her own free arm to resist, prompting Barbara to release the arm lock and quickly wrap both arms around Diane's waist, thereby locking the bear hug in place.

As Diane began to grunt wildly in protest, Barbara leaned back, pulling her arms in tightly toward her body and compressing them tightly into Diane's belly. As Barbara's arms began to sink into the skin on Diane's midsection, her legs lifted into the air as Barbara leaned back. Diane's face turned red as her legs lifted in front of her, kicking in protest. With Diane's legs now elevated straight out in front of her, Barbara stumbled a half step while struggling to hold her in the air, but kept her balance. I could see that Barbara was having trouble and couldn't hold on much longer however, but then she adeptly dropped to one knee, slamming Diane's crotch against her outstretched leg.

Diane moaned painfully, her long, shapely legs bent on either side of her body as her head fell backward, her mouth wide open. She began to topple over, but Barbara did not let her fall, instead wrapping her arm around Diane's throat, locking her in a chokehold. I had never seen this side of Barbara, her face contorted with the stress of applying as much pressure as she could to the choke. She was now a fighter, assertive and dominant, unlike her personality and I found it to be very sexy.

Diane began to flail her long legs and arms fervently as her face began to grew pale, her oxygen being cut off. Barbara ducked the wild swings of Diane's arms and then coolly pulled her leg back in toward her body, dropping Diane's ass to the floor as she released the choke. Diane quickly raised both hands to her throat as she panted, trying to catch her breath. But Barbara did not allow her to escape so easily as she stood behind her, reaching down on either side of Diane's face before clasping her fingers together beneath Diane's chin.

Diane immediately raised her hands to try and break Barbara's grip, but Barbara took a quick, deep breath and then pulled up with her arms, lifting Diane off of the floor with the chin lock. Diane's pretty face was twisted from the compression of the grip and pain of the hold, but she was unable to break Barbara' grip. I knew that the pain wasn't only in her face however, it was also running down her spine, which had to be aching too. Barbara struggled to maintain the hold for the next several moments but was then forced to release it as she couldn't keep Diane lifted any longer. Diane's ass bounced against the floor before she began to massage her face as Barbara stood behind her.

I have to admit that I was shocked at the results so far. Barbara had dominated the action and was standing ominously over Diane while exerting little energy to do so. Though she lacked the strength to finish off some of her holds so far, she appeared to have only just begun as she reached down and grabbed a handful of Diane's hair, pulling her up off of the floor.

Diane got to her feet as Barbara spun her around so they now faced each other. But as Barbara set herself in preparation to apply another hold, Diane lunged her arms forward, grabbing hold of Barbara's long, curly hair on both sides of her head. Barbara was caught off guard, but judging by her reaction, was even more surprised when Diane began to violently jar her head from side to side, ripping her hair from it's roots in the process. Barbara began to yelp in protest from the furious shaking which went on for several moments. Barbara's arms were flailing at her sides as she was churned angrily until she was finally and unceremoniously tossed aside as Diane released her hair.

I watched intently, seeing how Barbara would react to her first taste of a real catfight as she landed on her side. I could see her eyes rolling in her head and a confused expression as she seemed momentarily disoriented. But then she quickly rolled onto her butt and pushed herself up onto her feet. As she rose however, Diane charged over and again grabbed Barbara by the hair from the back of her head, forcing her to bow forward as the two faced each other. Barbara seemed to realize that she had to react quickly and so with great force, she charged forward, ramming her shoulder into Diane's belly. She continued to drive forward with her legs, her shoulder planted firmly in Diane's tummy as she bulldozed her back toward the wall.

Diane backpedaled quickly and unwittingly, a grimace stretched across her face as she braced for impact. I waited to hear the smack of Diane's back striking the wall, but was amazed to hear a loud THUMP! first, followed instantly by the muffled SMACK! of bare skin hitting a wall. To my amazement, Barbara's crumpled body sailed backward as she fell to the floor, rolling onto her side and cupping her head in her arms.

What I then realized was that her head had been planted alongside Diane's hip and as such, the top of it was left vulnerable to the collision. She had not prepared herself for the impact with the wall and so the top of her head smashed violently into it, launching her backward and onto the floor. I cringed when I realized that the booming THUMP and jarring vibration it caused were the result of the impact of Barbara's head striking the wall. I watched in amazement as she fell flat on her back before rolling over. Judging by the loudness of the THUMP, I knew Barbara had to be hurt.

Diane meanwhile stood upright, her back still pinned to the wall. But as she realized what had happened, she smiled, staring down at Barbara who had now rolled flat on her back while still wrapping her arms over the top of her head. Barbara's eyes seemed to be rolling in her head, a dazed, blank expression on her face. Diane took a short breath and then quickly jumped into the air, her arms spread as she prepared to take advantage of the situation by splashing her body across Barbara's. But Barbara apparently was not as dazed as I had thought, and alertly raised her legs, bending them at the knee while grabbing hold of Diane's approaching wrists. Diane's belly landed square onto Barbara's raised feet, signaling her to then thrust her leg upright, thereby launching Diane's body up and into the air, sending her flipping overhead.

Diane landed flat on her back, her arms stretched over her head as slid about a foot on the carpet, which must have hurt. I looked down at Diane, who's body was now fully extended and laying on it's back. Though I was sympathetic to her plight, I couldn't help but be excited at the sight of her slick body stretched out in front of me. Meanwhile, Barbara began getting to her feet though moving slowly, obviously still affected by the blow to her head. She eventually stood up, but her eyes were still a bit vacant, like she hadn't fully recovered yet. Nonetheless, she made her way over to Diane, who had by now risen to one knee.

Both were beginning to show some signs of weariness and in addition, the heat was starting to have the affect I had intended as both bodies had begun to shimmer with perspiration. I sat there with my eyes open wide, the bulge in my pants obvious. Barbara moved in front of the still kneeling Diane and reached down, clenching onto her wrist. She pulled on Diane's arm, forcing her off of her knee and onto her feet.

But as Diane was pulled upright, again she snatched two handfuls of Barbie's hair and again began to ferociously jar her head back and forth. This was the kind of thing I had tried to warn Barbara about, but she wouldn't listen. Hairpulling like this was unique to catfighting, using it as a weapon rather than merely a means of directing the woman to where you wanted her to go. Diane was tossing Barbara around like a ragdoll and I figured I would see her sailing across the room any second, just as before. But Barbara fought back this time, propelling her arms straight up into the air and then whirling them away from her body, forcing Diane to break her grip.

Though the move broke Diane's grip, it did so with a consequence. Diane had two handfuls of Barbara's hair clenched tightly between her fingers as her arms dropped to her sides. Barbara screamed in pain from having her hair pulled out, but she reacted quickly nonetheless. Diane had been startled by the move, but even more so when Barbara then shoved one arm between her legs while draping the other across her right shoulder. Before Diane knew what hit her, Barbara had lifted her body into the air and was trying to upend her. It was quite an impressive sight to see Barbara labor to lift Diane, but she was most definitely struggling to do it.

She elevated Diane's body to the point where it was parallel to the floor, but Barbara was trembling and stumbling so much that she couldn't lift Diane any higher, her strength not enough to complete the desired maneuver. As a fan of wrestling, I could see Barbara then trying to set herself for an over the knee backbreaker, but she just did not have the power to pull that off either as she began to lose her balance and bumble on her feet. But before she lost control, Barbara was able to weakly power slam Diane's body to the floor, before landing on top of her.

Diane had definitely been overwhelmed by Barbara to this point, and the frustration showed on her face as Barbara lay across her body. I have to admit that I too was overwhelmed by Barbara's proficiency. She had a strategy and was carrying it out masterfully. I began to think that she was really going to pull this off!

Diane tried to kick out from under her, but was unable to get free. Moving carefully, Barbara positioned herself so that she was able to flip Diane onto her stomach and then quickly sat on her back, keeping her body pressed to the floor. Barbara began to pull back on Diane's arms, dipping her own body backward to apply more pressure. I was directly in front of this, so as Diane's upper body lifted off of the carpet, I was greeted with a birds eye view of her succulent chest as Barbara trapped Diane in the Surfboard hold. Barbara continued to tug on her arms mightily, enticing Diane's screams of protest to increase in volume.

Diane was in great pain from the hold, but I have to admit that I was loving every minute of it. Seeing her glorious body in various forms of contortion was an incredible sight and though I felt a bit guilty, it was a truly arousing experience. It was hard not to be impressed with the way Barbara was controlling the action. Other than a few minor turnarounds, she had everything going her way. And I could sense a bit of satisfaction in her expression as she kept the pressure on.

She grimaced while continued to pull back on Diane's arms for what seemed like an eternity. But she seemed to realize that Diane would not submit from the hold, though Barbara was satisfied with the damage done. So a moment later, Barbara released her grip, dropping Diane's face into the carpet.

As Diane wallowed in pain on her stomach, Barbara slid off of her back and set herself alongside her. She then spun herself around so that her legs were near Diane's midsection as she spread them apart. Barbara then wedged her left leg beneath Diane while lowering her right leg down onto Diane's lower back. She then placed both arms behind her, planting her hands on the floor and using her leverage to squeeze her legs together, tightly compressing Diane in a painful body scissors.

Diane began to grunt as she tried unsuccessfully to wedge Barbara's legs apart. Barbara looked spectacular with both her arms and legs now flexed to their fullest, every muscle straining to apply the scissors. I really respected her ability to dominate Diane so easily.

But Diane did not share my respect and though she was groaning and growling, I noticed her gradually trying to slide her upper body closer to Barbara. She moved slowly so as not to be detected and when Barbara closed her eyes while squeezing as hard as she could, Diane made her move.

With a desperate lunge, she reached as far as she could and was able to grab a handful of Barbara's hair with her left hand. Barbara's eyes opened instantly but by then it was too late. Diane began to pull Barbara closer, even while Barbara tried to tighten the scissors. Then Diane shifted in true catfight mode, grabbing a handful of Barbara's right breast and squeezing it as hard as she could.

Barbara was completely stunned and immediately began to cry out as Diane dug her fingers into Barbara's small, soft boob. That's right about where I lost if for the first time, thoroughly excited but what I was seeing. As she clenched Barbara's bosom, I could see Diane gradually wriggling free from the scissors while continuing to pulverize Barbara's chest, the hold becoming looser and looser.

Finally, as Barbara's screams grew the loudest, Diane was able to squirm free from beneath her legs. Once free, she grabbed hold of Barbara's hair, but released the grip on her boob. Barbara began to whimper softly as Diane got to her knees and was now kneeling directly in front of Barbara, who was sitting upright, her head bowed from the hairpull.

Diane pulled Barbara's head up, cocked her free arm and then hurled her fist forward while pulling Barbara's head in toward it. The impact was vicious, causing Barbara's head to snap back from Diane's fist landing square on her right cheek. Barbara was dazed, her head rolling and bobbing to the side, but Diane again grabbed her by the hair while pushing herself up and onto her feet.

With Barbara still seated, Diane yanked cruelly up on her hair, forcing Barbara to get up. Barbara rose reluctantly, the entire right side of her face bright red, her eyes red as well. Diane then thrust her arm forward, wrapping her fingers around Barbara's throat and choking her. Barbara tried to resist by raising her own hands, but she was unable to break Diane's grip. This was more what I had expected to see. Diane had now turned it into a catfight, and I knew that would be trouble for Barbara.

Looking at the ferocity in Diane's eyes, I could sense that the tide had turned, especially compared to the look of desperation which emanated from Barbara as she grew weaker from the choke. Diane grunted angrily as she continued to squeeze tightly, Barbara's knees beginning to get wobbly. Barbara was unable to break the choke, no matter how hard she tried, forcing her to eventually drop to her knees while Diane continued to crush her esophagus.

As Barbara's face turned a pale white, Diane finally released the choke allowing Barbara to bow forward and place her own hands over her sore, red throat. Diane was now staring down at Barbara's back, her foe curled below her as she reached down, grabbing the waistband from the back of Barbara's bikini bottom with both hands. Diane then yanked upward with all of might, pulling Barbara a few inches off of the floor by her bikini and giving her a painful wedgie.

The bikini was instantly swallowed by Barbara's ass, her two small cheeks now visible as her suit disappeared into the crack of her butt. Diane continued to pull for a few more seconds before dropping her down, Barbara's entire ass was now on display right in front of me as she lay on her stomach, and it was a very nice sight. Diane then spread her legs, placing a foot on either side of Barbara and straddling her back. She then dropped herself downward, landing hard in the middle of Barbara's back and pinning her body to the floor.

Barbara groaned from the landing, her body squashed against the floor with Diane now perched atop her and staring down at her bare butt. Diane looked over at me, raised both of her hands over her head and then smiled and winked. She then began to slap feverishly with both open hands onto Barbara's bare ass, almost as if she were playing the bongos. The taut skin on Barbara's butt danced and wriggled while the sickening SMACKS combined with Barbara squeals of protest. Diane continued to smack away, lifting each hand high in the air before driving it down and slapping the bare skin on Barbara's backside over and over. After a number of really hard slaps, the color of Barbara's small, round ass could only be described as candy apple red, glowing and swollen.

Diane eventually relented, but not until well after Barbara was already in tremendous pain. Diane then reached forward, grabbing a hold of Barbara's left ankle as she began to pull Barbara's leg toward her. But that gave Barbara an opportunity she didn't have a minute ago. Laying flat on her stomach, she did not have the ability to see where Diane was, so even if she could get her leg in position to try and kick it back, she couldn't aim at anything. But now, using her newly trapped left leg as a guide, Barbara cocked her free leg and then in a desperate attempt, kicked it back as hard as she could, clipping the side of Diane's face with her heel.

Though it wasn't a direct hit, the glancing blow was enough to knock Diane off balance, allowing Barbara to roll onto her side thereby knocking Diane off of her. Diane rolled onto her side as well and both women now began to get to their knees. They turned to face each other, both still kneeling. There was a momentary pause as their sweat soaked bodies trembled from their panting as they stared each other down. That was when I lost it for the second time, unable to prevent myself from enjoying the erotic site. This whole thing was an incredible experience for me. It had not been what I had expected so far, but in many ways it was even better. And there were no signs that it was going to be over anytime soon as both women still seemed to have something left.

They locked arms while on their knees, but Diane quickly grabbed Barbara's hair and with it, the advantage. Barbara tried to grab Diane's hair too, but that only prompted Diane to more angrily rip at hers, hurling her head from side to side in the process. Barbara had still not figured out the whole hair pulling thing and watching her pretty hair get torn out of her head was painful to watch. But Diane was a master at it and it used the tactic very effectively.

After jostling Barbara's dizzied head from side to side and ripping at her curly hair, Diane let go as she pulled Barbara's head up while cocking her arm behind her, preparing to deliver an open handed slap to the side of Barbara's face. But Barbara was not only able to place her arm up and block the attempt, she also then delivered a slap of her own to the side of Diane's face. I was surprised that Barbara was able to defend herself and retaliate so quickly, since she had to be dizzy and her head had to be throbbing in pain. Maybe she had figured out the hairpulling thing after all. But then I noticed a rather large clump of her curly hair roll by on the carpet, and I still didn't think so.

Diane seemed more surprised than hurt by the slap, but it forced her to topple onto her side and Barbara wasted no time going after her, jumping down onto the floor. She then immediately spread her legs apart while whirling them to the side before trapping Diane's head between her knees. It was a masterful job of applying a head scissors and Diane was forced to lay on her side, her head wedged tightly between Barbara's knees.

As Barbara tightened her grip, I could see Diane trying to plot her escape. First she wrapped her arms around Barbara's legs and then placed both of her hands were on Barbara's inner thighs. Once Barbara felt that, judging by the startled expression on her face, she knew that she was in trouble. Diane immediately began to dig her nails into the soft skin of Barbara's inner thighs, causing her to shriek in pain. Barbara immediately spread her legs apart and freed Diane's head, hoping that would prompt her opponent to let go, but she had no such luck.

In fact now that her head was free, it allowed Diane to turn and take a bite into another section of Barbara's thigh. Diane was now clawing into the depths of Barbara's thighs with both hands while also biting down on her soft, succulent skin. I could tell by her agonized screams that she couldn't take much more and so I expected that my fantasy might soon come to an end.

But to my surprise, Barbara wasn't giving up yet. Instead she began to deliver a barrage of punches and slaps to the back of Diane's head. At first Diane was able to withstand the flurry, Barbara noticeably weakening with each passing second. But Barbara stepped up the intensity and mercifully Diane relented, releasing her grip and opening her mouth. But Barbara kept on punching, and Diane now cowered under the attack.

Barbara had shown tremendous courage as well as ability and I was truly impressed. This wasn't the same girl I had seen getting tossed around on television. But I had to admit that Diane had something which Barbara had not yet shown, and that was the killer instinct. Even though Barbara now had the upper hand while slapping at Diane's head, I still got the impression that Diane would do anything to win, while I had yet to see that from Barbara.

Finally Barbara relented and as Diane covered up and curled into a ball, Barbara rolled quickly away and got to her feet. The inside of both of her thighs were as bright red as her ass, her bikini still pulled up tightly into her crack, both of them had to be hurting badly. But she continued to fight through the pain and went on the attack again.

Reaching down, she grabbed Diane by the hair and yanked her onto her feet. Diane grimaced and growled, her arms and legs flailing as she protested. It was a struggle, but Barbara was finally able to pull her upright. But just as the faced each other for a brief second, Diane quickly made a fist, drew it behind her and then lifted a powerful uppercut into the lower portion of Barbara's belly.

Barbara's feet lifted momentarily off of the floor, her mouth open wide in the shape of an "O", but no sound coming out. Diane's fist seemed to sink into the depths of Barbara's bowels, quickly doubling her over as Barbara now began to gag and cough as she bowed forward. I was amazed at the power of the punch and that Barbara still remained on her feet after receiving it. But as she did so, Diane continued her attack.

Diane reached down with her arm, wrapping it around Barbara's bowed head and pulling her closer, forcing the side of Barbara's face up against the side of her hip. The action broke for a couple of moments as Diane caught their breath, but to her surprise and mine, she found herself being driven backward. Barbara's shoulder was wedged into the front of her hip, and she was now driving mightily with her legs, bulldozing Diane back toward the wall.

Diane was unable to stop it, but remembered the last time she was in this position and reacted accordingly. Accessing how long before she was to hit the wall, Diane positioned herself so that Barbara's head was pulled forward, further forward than her back. She then made sure she had the headlock tightly secured so that Barbara could not escape and braced for impact.

I could tell that Barbara was unaware of what was about to happen since she was gaining speed rapidly, yet doing nothing to protect herself. I could see Diane smile just a split second before I heard the dreaded THUD!, followed by a loud SPLAT!

I felt the room vibrate just after the top of Barbara's head had again rammed into the wall, and watched her tumble awkwardly backward, her legs flying in the air. I could swear I saw little birds flying around her head as she lay there, totally oblivious, her legs spread wide apart revealing the red bruises on her inner thighs. The top of Barbara' head had acted like a battering ram, and considering all of the other punishment she had already taken, I didn't think she could recover from this one. Diane, meanwhile, had been able to absorb the impact without too much pain and quickly went on the attack against the ailing Barbara.

She reached down and clutched onto her hair with both hands, forcefully yanking Barbara to her feet. I could see that Barbara was in trouble and did not have her wits about her. I began to truly feel sorry for Barbara who now seemed unable to defend herself, and I thought about interceding, but then remembered the promise I had made at the start. Diane knew she Barbara in trouble too, but unlike my feelings of sympathy, she was determined to make Barbara's suffering even worse.

She pulled Barbara upright, directly in front of her and again ripped at her hair, pulling straight up so hard that Barbara was now on her tiptoes, her face cringing in pain. Diane then released the grip of Barbara's hair with her right hand while still pulling upward with her left. Barbara's arms hung limply at her sides, seemingly still paralyzed by the blow to the head. But she could feel the pain from the hairpull as she moaned, a tortured expression on her face. Diane continued to viciously pull the hair on the top of her head, the same spot which had just hit the wall. I had thought her head would have been numb by now, but apparently not.

Barbara's body swayed slightly, her arms swinging a bit at her sides while Diane drew her right arm behind her and clenched it into a fist. I could tell what was coming and I knew it was going to hurt. Barbara's entire midsection was wide open, and Diane was aiming right for it. I heard her grunt angrily as she propelled her fist forward, driving it into the soft spot below Barbara's belly button. It looked as if Diane's hand had impaled the skin on Barbara's belly, her entire hand up to her wrist momentarily swallowed up. I almost expected to see her clutching Barbara's small intestine when her hand emerged from Barbara's fuzzy tummy. But even though her hand held nothing on it's return, the blow was ferocious and the penetration incredible.

Diane's ability to throw a punch was truly awesome, as Barbara's long hair flew in all directions as she immediately dropped to her knees and bowed forward, wailing in pain. This was only the second punch Diane had delivered to Barbara's tummy, but each seemed powerful enough to end the fight, or at least do significant damage.

Barbara landed on her knees and folded over, clutching onto her wounded paunch as Diane moved alongside her, pulling her up by the hair yet again. With Barbara now on her feet but bent forward and clutching her battered belly, Diane turned so that they both faced the same direction. Diane then wrapped her arm around Barbara's bowed head, placing her in a side headlock, or more accurately, a side choke hold.

I wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but I knew Barbara had better mount a defensive soon, or she would be in serious trouble. But any hope of that was soon dashed as Diane began to race forward, dragging Barbara alongside her. Barbara struggled to keep up, stumbling as her bowed body was pulled forward by the head, but had no choice but to be dragged along as Diane picked up steam. They approached the wall, Diane putting her free arm out in front of her to cushion her landing while twisting her body slightly and driving the top of Barbara's head, once again, into the immovable object.

I winced at the sight and sound of the collision, Barbara's neck literally swallowed by her body before her head ricocheted off of the wall. Her hair blew all around her head, her arms flying up into the air as her body turned and faced me, her eyes closed, her expression blank. She then fell backward, almost as if in slow motion, before dropping to the floor, flat on her back. Her head had to be pounding much louder than the music, which was blasting in the background. Diane stood with her back against the wall, staring down at her crumpled foe, her own shimmering body a masterpiece.

Though I felt terrible for Barbara, this was the perfect picture of a catfight. Diane, the shimmering Goddess, standing over the crumpled, sweaty body of her victim who was flat on her back, her eyes closed, her small chest heaving up and down. Diane just stood there waiting, giving Barbara the opportunity to either submit or get up, but also to emphasize her dominance as well.. Barbara writhed slightly on the floor, apparently not able to put up any further resistance.

Barbara gradually began to get her wits about her and began to rub the top of her pretty, aching head and eventually rolled onto her stomach, though going nowhere. After a minute or two however, she amazingly pushed herself up onto her knees, her body heaving as she breathed heavily. Barbara couldn't even hold her head up, and I was sure she wasn't completely "with it", but Diane seemed to want to take a closer look.

Diane walked over and looked down at her before grabbing her by the hair and pulling her head up. Barbara's stare was blank, but her eyes were open and surprisingly had the look of someone who know where she was, though barely. Diane knew Barbara was finished, but wanted to hear her say it. She plucked Barbara onto her feet by the hair, but to her amazement, Barbara mustered enough strength to attempt to fight back.

She quickly grabbed hold of Diane's right wrist with both hands and then spun herself around while lifting Diane's arm and ducking under it. Before she knew what happened, Diane was bent forward, her arm being twisted out to her side and held tightly by the woozy Barbara.

I was amazed at the maneuver and could not believe that Barbara had anything left. I could not believe that she was able to gather both the strength and lucidity to entrap Diane. But there she was, holding onto Diane in such a way that she was buying time to recover. Barbara was very smart about it too. She knew the hold was painful to Diane while allowing her little opportunity for retaliation. She also knew that it wasn't going to do any real damage to Diane, but as she wobbled weakly, she seemed to be content to just buy herself some time to try and get her senses back so she could continue. This made Diane furious and she began to mumble angry threats at Barbara.

"When I get a hold of you, I'm gonna finish you this time!"

But Barbara simply twisted her arm another half turn, and Diane howled in pain.

"This wrestling shit isn't gonna work on me. You can't stay like this forever!" Diane grumbled defiantly, though in obvious pain.

Again Barbara twisted a half turn, causing Diane to contort her body to try and relieve the pain. I had truly thought that Barbara was finished, but once again she had proven me wrong. She kept the hold in place for a couple of minutes, and though she certainly was not recovered from the earlier beating, she seemed satisfied that she had recovered enough to move on. So she took one final deep breath and with a quick jerk, flipped Diane onto her back by the arm.

Diane landed flat on her back as Barbara placed her hands on her knees and slumped forward, exhausted. As Diane squirmed on the floor, Barbara began to prepare for her to get up. She backed away, choosing to be ready, rather than be on the attack. Diane got to her feet and immediately charged, her arms stretched in front of her, which seemed to be exactly what Barbara expected. With a half step to the side, Barbara lifted her knee, ramming it into the belly of the charging Diane and stopping her in her tracks. Diane groaned loudly before Barbara shoved her leg to the side, knocking Diane onto her back once again. I almost began to feel bad for Diane now, even though she had given the lion's share of punishment so far. In these situations where Barbara was able to wrestle, she had shown she was superior and that was very frustrating to Diane.

Barbara gain placed her hands on her knees and slumped forward, still trying to regain her strength. She took deep breaths, her body swelling with each inhale before she released the oxygen. But Diane did not take long before she rolled onto her side and got to her feet as Barbara got ready , happy for the additional time to recover. Again Diane charged, but this time she ducked down, eliminating the target Barbara was hoping for. Instead, Diane drove the top of her head into the pit of Barbara's belly before the weakened Barbara could react. Barbara wasn't prepared for that and was unable to deflect the charge, now being forced to rapidly backpedal. She tried to look back over her shoulder, knowing it wouldn't be long before her back would be slamming against the wall.

Barbara then remembered her own two painful experiences in this situation and how the top of her head had rammed into the wall. She desperately tried to force Diane's head out of her tummy and shove it alongside her hip, hoping that if she could, Diane would suffer the same fate she had twice before. But Diane had learned from Barbara's mistakes and kept her head wedged into the pit of Barbara's belly, using It as a cushion and letting it take the brunt of the collision. As Barbara continued to try and wriggle Diane's head to the side, she was still being plowed backward until finally her back smacked against the wall, Diane driving the top of her head into the pit of Barbara's soft belly in the process.

I watched in amazement as Barbara's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head, her mouth opening wider than what seemed possible. As her body began to crumple forward, I began to formulate some conclusions. Though Barbara was certainly the better wrestler of the two, Diane was showing the superior wit, not making the same mistakes which Barbara was making. Diane's mistakes were mostly due to over aggressiveness, while most of Barbara's had been just plain dumb!

Barbara's back smashed into the wall and she grunted loudly. The pain hit her in both back and front, her back from it's collision with the wall, her belly from the top of Diane's head submerging into it. But as she began to falter forward, Diane quickly pulled her head out from Barbara's gut and stood upright, grabbing hold of Barbara's wrists and pinning her arms to the wall, up and over her head.

Barbara's head hung down in front of her momentarily, but then she began to thrash it from side to side once she realized that she was trapped. But she couldn't escape, her arms were pressed tightly to the wall. I could tell that Barbara was frustrated and concerned, but I think she figured that as long as Diane held her this way, she wouldn't have a free hand either and therefore couldn't do much more damage to her. But Diane quickly disproved that theory by violently thrusting her knee up and between Barbara's legs, ramming it into her crotch.

That one had to hurt!!!

I crossed my own legs at the sight of it and watched Barbara's face turn stark white and her mouth fall open as slight squeaking sounds emerged from it. With her arms still pinned to the wall, her head began to fall forward, but was met with a smashing blow from the top of Diane's forehead onto the bridge of her nose.

I knew that had hurt too, judging by the loud CRACK upon impact, and Barbara's eyes immediately began to fill with tears. Diane continued to keep Barbara's arms pinned over her head however and I have to admit that it was quite a site to see Barbara's fully extended, sweat soaked body on display. But she also looked really out of it. Her body was marred with swollen bruises, tears were running down her cheeks and her eyes looked almost crossed as her head bobbed in front of her.

But Diane didn't let up. She let go of Barbara's right wrist and with her now free hand, reached forward and ripped Barbara's top off! Even though Barbara was hurting, she knew very well what had just been done to her and immediately tried to cover her bare breasts with her own free arm. But Diane did not allow her to do so, blocking her arm from intervening.

"Enough wrestling bullshit!" Diane whispered menacingly to her. "This was supposed to a catfight. Now I'm gonna make it a catfight!"

My eyes widened and I watched in amazement. I really felt sorry for Barbara but this was what I had expected all along. I expected Diane to try and humiliate Barbara and after a long and grueling fight, it looked like that was about to happen. Diane kept Barbara pinned to the wall by continuing to press her left wrist against it, but by now Barbara had used her right arm to cover her bare chest. But Diane then forcefully pulled it away, again leaving Barbara's chest exposed.

Though petite, Barbara's tits were nice and round with small nipples and I was happy to have been given a chance to see them again, though I doubt that Barbara felt the same. Diane then reached forward and pinched Barbara's right nipple between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing tightly. Barbara began to squeal in agony as Diane released Barbara's left wrist, freeing her arms from the wall. She then began to pull Barbara forward by her nipple, Barbara trying to resist by grabbing at Diane's hand, but not able to get her to release the pinch. The loud SMACK was ferocious and Barbara wailed in pain as her chest danced wildly, vibrating and shaking in front of her. Barbara quickly cupped her wounded tits in her hand however and continued to sob, motivating the merciless Diane to grab her by the hair and pull her head up. Barbara remained on her knees, covering her chest with her hands as Diane plucked her head upright. I saw strands of Barbara's hair fall onto the floor once again, and continued to be astounded at how much hair Diane had pulled out throughout the fight.

Diane then lifted her leg and gradually placed the sole of her bare foot between the middle of Barbara's two tits. She paused for a moment, and once again I shot my load at the sight. She then pushed her leg forward, knocking Barbara onto her back.

Diane walked over to the fallen Barbara who was rolled onto her side in the fetal position. She kicked her onto her back and then stepped directly between her legs. She then lifted her foot and held it perilously over Barbara's crotch. Barbara looked up and noticed what was happening, a look of terror stretched across her face as she began to shake her head, pleading for mercy. Diane seemed to enjoy the pleas, but after a few more moments, and to my astonishment, showed pity and placed her foot back on the floor.

"I didn't think you could take it, Miss Wrestlerette!"

Diane stood between Barbara's legs for a few moments and then glanced over at me, again smiling. It was just too much for me to take, the sight of one beautiful, glistening woman standing over another. But with Diane distracted, Barbara took the opportunity to send a kick at her, striking Diane in the knee. It wasn't powerful enough to do any damage, but it showed Diane that Barbara wasn't going to be humiliated without a fight.

Diane face turned cold and angry as she glared down at Barbara, who had now rolled onto her side. She stormed over to her fallen adversary, again grabbing her by the hair. The top of Barbara's head had to be completely numb by now, but nonetheless, Diane yanked her onto her feet, Barbara lumbering to get up.

Diane pulled her up again but incredibly, Barbara sent a quick punch toward Diane's midriff. It connected, and though it didn't have much on it, was enough to send Diane back a half step. I tried to figure out if this was a legitimate comeback or just a last desperate attempt, but that question was soon answered.

Diane rushed at Barbara who raised her hands to defend herself, but was easily overpowered by Diane who thrust her left hand forward and grabbed a handful of Barbara's hair, ripping at it. It was an all too familiar site as Barbara' pretty head was jostled around while Diane cocked her right arm behind her. She then delivered a brutal punch up into Barbara's unsuspecting, bare, fuzzy belly.

As you would expect, Barbara doubled over, clutching her belly. Diane then moved alongside of her and turned so that they were both facing the same way, though Barbara was bowed forward. It was easy to see what was about to happen as she wrapped her arm around Barbara's bowed head. Diane would get no originality points for it, but it was sure to finish Barbara off.

She slowly backed up to the far wall, dragging the bowed Barbara with her. She then took a deep breath before racing forward, towing Barbara alongside her, her pretty head again about to be used as a battering ram. I debated whether to watch or not, but decided that I had come this far so.......

But as they drew closer however, Diane began to lift Barbara's head upright will running. She had a firm grip of hair in the back of Barbara's head and as they approached the wall, Diane pulled Barbara up so that they were both now running side by side, each of their bodies erect. Within inches of the wall, Diane hurled Barbara's head forward, tossing it wickedly at the immovable object.

Barbara's entire body sailed forward, the top of her forehead the first thing to hit. It was a violent impact and I noticed the wall give way and crack where her head had hit. It was almost like a scene from a cartoon as Barbara's left leg lifted behind her in a reflex reaction. The rest of her body soon charged forward, her bare breasts smashing into the wall as her head sunk deeper into the new crack.

I couldn't believe my eyes as Barbara's long, honey colored hair was the only thing visible for a moment before she dropped backward like a fallen tree and landed flat on her back, her arms laying feebly over her head.

I looked at the wall and saw a large hole, large enough for Barbara's head to fit, which it had. I then looked down at Barbara who was groaning, her arms laying helplessly over her head on the floor, her naked chest heaving up and down with each pained breath she took. Barbara was out of it, though she was still conscious, her eyes open. I looked at Diane who was staring back at me, one cute smile on her face.

"OOPPS!!! Sorry about the wall Georgie!"

I paused for a moment, not sure how to react, but then couldn't help but smile uncomfortable back at her. Diane still wasn't quite done yet however, though I think she had finished the bulk of her assault. The only thing left seemed to be how she would end it. Even though Barbara had fought valiantly and had continually tried to come back, the fight was now definitely over.

Diane strutted over by Barbara's head and stood directly above it, her feet straddling it as she looked down into Barbara's face. Barbara's ravaged, curly hair was strewn wildly about the floor like a lion's mane, but her eyes were still opened as she looked up at Diane. Diane then stepped over Barbara's arms, which were flat on the floor over her head, and wedged the back of her heels into Barbara's sweaty armpits. Looking down at her quivering body. Barbara made a feeble attempt to roll away, but was unable to since her arms were now wedged above her head by Diane's feet. Diane then began to lower her ass downward and quickly got into a squatting position, her ass about a foot or so away from Barbara's face.

Barbara's arms were both forced straight up and over her head, her hands now one on top of the other as they lay on the floor. Diane then turned to me once again, this time blowing me a kiss.

"Since I broke your wall, I thought I'd at least end the fight with something you'd enjoy!"

She then gradually shook her gorgeous ass while slowly and seductively lowering it down onto Barbara's face. Barbara tried to roll her head from side to side, but she could not escape. I caught the final glimpse of Barbara's face before it went out of sight and it had a despondent look of utter hopelessness stretched across it. Diane then spread her cheeks apart as her ass descended and then abruptly dropped down and covered Barbara's face.

I could see Barbara's face disappear into the crack of Diane's butt, engulfed by the gorgeous curves of skin. Barbara began to kick her legs wildly, her entire face completely smothered. Diane remained seated on Barbara's face but seemed annoyed at Barbara's protests, so she swiveled her hips to grind her butt further over Barbara's face. In a final act of cruelty however, she then reached forward and grabbed each of Barbara's small, pert nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and squeezed.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing and felt guilty about watching, but I couldn't stop myself either. I shot my last load for the night, thoroughly aroused at the site. Diane was smothering Barbara in a way most men would die for, but judging by the way Barbara was so desperately kicking her legs, I doubt she was enjoying it in quite the same way.

Her small, soft breasts looked as if they were made of rubber as Diane pulled on them, stretching them away from her body as she pulled cruelly on her nipples. I couldn't bear to look, but I couldn't bear not to. The sweetest girl I had ever known was being smothered by the most perfect ass I had ever seen, belonging to the most beautiful girl I had ever known. Barbara's sweet little titties were being ripped from her body, her adorable, dimpled face being smothered.

Eventually Barbara' legs lost their fight and dropped back to the floor as Diane slowly rocked from side to side, enjoying the experience. She seemed to be arousing herself before she finally gave one more mighty tug on Barbara's nipples before letting them go, causing Barbara's breasts to bounce wildly as if made of rubber. They were puffy and swollen and a bright, painful looking red-color, as were her inner thighs and ass, even though it wasn't visible right now. It was obvious, judging by the bruises, that Barbara would not be having sex anytime soon! She had learned the hard way what a no rules catfight is. Finally Diane pushed herself up and stepped aside, staring down at the panting, humiliated Barbara. In a final insult she turned to me and smiled before asking one last question.

"I think she quit, don't you think so George?"

I didn't answer, trying not to show that I loved the final humiliation I had just witnessed. Diane sauntered slowly over to me and gave me a big kiss on the lips before stepping into the bathroom. I went over to attend to Barbara, lifting her head up and cradling it in my lap. She was breathing and conscious, but hurt and humiliated. She asked me to cover her, which I did, and we then stayed this way on the floor for about twenty minutes until Diane emerged from the bathroom.

"She'll be okay Georgie, I know when to stop, don't worry. She just needed to be taught a lesson and I think she learned a hard one today.. Well I'll see ya around. And if you ever feel brave again Barbie... you give me a call!"

Diane blew me a kiss as she tied her trench coat and walked out the door. A few minutes later I carried Barbara over to the couch and placed her down before getting her sweater out of her bag and pulling it over her head to cover her chest. I got her an ice pack for her head and then sat with her for about another 30 minutes or so while she sobbed, but eventually calmed down enough to talk.

"I feel so humiliated. I can't believe she did that to me?"

Barbara began to sob again as I tried to console her. I didn't want to say it, but I thought it had to be said, so I did.

"I tried to warn you about an all out catfight. You were doing great when you wrestled, but she wasn't here to wrestle. It was just a matter of time.."

I stopped myself, not wanting to add insult to injury. Though Barbara was hurt physically, I was pretty sure that she would be okay before too long, she didn't seemed badly injured. There was nothing that seemed to be serious, other than lots of aches and pains. But the way she lost the fight was difficult. The way Diane had degraded her was what I think was hardest for her to take.

Barbara slowly and gingerly sat up, folding her arms delicately in front of her and then trying to fold her legs in and cross them in front of her too. But her bruises did not allow it, so she got as comfortable as she could. Though her hair was a mess, her face swollen, her eyes red and her body bruised, she still looked adorable as she sat on my couch with her sweater and bikini bottom on. Her warm smile was gone, but her dimples could still be seen. She was still cute, even with the pathetic expression on her face.

"So you knew this was going to happen?" she asked shyly.

"No.... not exactly. I mean you seem to be a really talented wrestler Barbara and when you were able to keep it to wrestling, you dominated the fight. But I knew Diane wasn't going to allow that for too long. I knew she was going to get down and dirty. And I knew that you probably wouldn't be able to do that."

"Is that so?.. You don't think I can get down and dirty? Well I can.. I just wasn't prepared this time. But..."

There was an awkward silence as I pondered her last word. BUT? What did she mean by that. Was she considering doing this again? I didn't want to, but I had to ask.

"You wouldn't consider doing this again..... Would you?"

She looked me right in the eye, tears till rolling down her cheeks.

"I don't know !.. I mean NO! . I mean maybe! ..."

She paused for a few seconds as I handed her another tissue. She was still crying, but wiped her face, blew her nose, and then again looked me right in the eye.

"All I know is that I've never felt so humiliated in all of my life. You're not going to tell anyone about this.. Are you George?

"Never!" I replied sternly.

She paused again, wiping her tears once more and blowing her nose. But she wasn't done. She had a flood of emotions and she was trying to express them all.

"I just don't know if I can live with this. I mean it was bad enough when I knew that she slept with Geoff. I felt so humiliated by that. Everyone knew! And now this... I can live with the other thing, I just don't know if I can live with this. knowing that she humiliated me like this.... Worrying about running into her again and not being able to look her in the eye. ...What would Geoff think? I mean if he ever saw the two of us together... he would know right away.... You're not going to tell him are you George?"

I assured her once again that I wouldn't tell anyone... including Geoff. She blew her nose again, still sobbing between words before she continued, this time growing angry.

" I know I can fight like she does.. I know I can do everything she did. and more!...I don't know if I can live myself if I don't try.... But I don't know if I can live with myself if I lost again either!"

She innocently bowed her head in my lap and began to sob uncontrollably. I felt as if I wanted to make everything okay, but knew that wasn't a possibility. The emotional strain was much harder for her to deal with than the physical pain. I felt really bad for her and started massaged the back of her head as she wept in my lap.

I began to relive the fight in my mind and began to think that if Barbara were better prepared, maybe she actually could have beaten Diane. After all, she was doing really well in the beginning of the fight. Then I turned and looked away, staring down at the floor in the living room. I caught a glimpse of three separate clumps of curly, honey colored hair scattered in separate sections of the room, and thought... maybe not.

THE END

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