MUD FIGHT

The two women trudged through the woods. It was all very familiar to the one. This was how her “life” began. It was a walk through the woods to redemption. Of course that was 50 pounds ago and a lifetime, too. She had trudged and won and became a legend. Of course that legend stuff is hard to keep up with especially if you’re not of legendary stuff. You start looking for ways to forget being a legend. Alcohol. You get so drunk you’re girlfriend who is 30 pounds lighter and nowhere near as tough or strong can kick you ass. So you move to get away from all that’s causing the drinking. Problem is there are bitchy, wiseass girls everywhere. So now you’re at work and something is said, and you take exception. Problem now is 95% of the female population wouldn’t have worried about the dig. But you do. You’re programmed that way, now. You make the challenge without thinking and now you’re trudging in the woods. You’re Angie Simpson and you’re trudging in the mountains of Tennessee. You’ve moved with Wendy to get away from catfighting. But like I said there are females everywhere. When you left you were a built 175 pound killing machine. That was 8 months ago and you haven’t picked up a weight or jogged a mile but you know you still have skills. You and Wendy wrestle every Friday night. Hell you beat her so bad 2 weeks ago, she sobbed for 2 hours. She complained about the beating the next morning, so you beat her more. You kicked her ass all over the house, strung her up and continuing the pounding. She didn’t know her tits could be that color. Of course she moved out, quit and moved back home. You can’t though. She’ll be back with her friends and they’ll kill you for her beatings. Yeah beatings. You beat her a lot. It was funny you used to drink and she’d kick your ass. Now you drink and you’re a killing machine. She didn’t say good-bye, just left. Fine now you have to kick this fat girls ass.
She stops and turns. Ok? Yeah fine but I thought we’d walk till we hit the next state? Fuck you. Topless,ok? Sure. Both women have jeans and t-shirts on. Angie has tennis shoes whereas the other woman Gail has work boots. Gail is 5’7 and larger than Angie and now that’s going some. Gail must be 205-210 with smallish breasts but thick arms and legs and rather large gut hanging over her belt. Angie has gone to seed. She is 5’5 and probably 195 mostly fat except for her arms that were still thick. She removes her glasses. Her hair is till long but now a bit dirty. Gail has short brown hair and a moon face. Gail is actually prettier now that Angie’s face is fat and distorted. The only part of her body still good-looking are her tits. Angie has tits. They were large now they’re huge. Gail and Angie face off against each other as it begins to rain. Gail shakes her arms. That going to intimidate me? No but this might. Gail snaps off a right and plants Angie. Angie is on her ass looking up, and oh by the way Wendy and Missy say hi. Angie’s mouth opens. Gail’s foot darts out and kicks Angie across the face. Gail reaches over to grab Angie and Angie rolls her over and comes up on top. Angie now starts to pummel Gail. So you’re a plant? Bitch! Gail finally grabs Angie’s wrists and muscles her to her side. Angie tries to muscle Gail. Angie almost fights her way back but Gail hits her with a headbutt. Angie is stunned and Gail stands. Angie is on all 4’s. Gail stands behind her and delivers a devastating kidney punch. Angie goes down flat. They are now drenched, and the rain is falling harder. Gail pulls Angie up by her hair and traps her arms with her legs and rains down punches on Angie’s face. Gail now goes for Angie’s trophies and kills them. Gail is grabbing the tits one at a time with both hands and tristing them. Angie is screaming from the pain. Angie reaches back and grabs Gail’s belt and pulls her over. Gail scrambles to her belly and almost pays for it. Angie jumps on her back and catches the pay-for-hire fighter with a full nelson and jams her face in a puddle. Gails’s face is completely submerged. Gail’s arms and legs are flailing. Gail thinks that Angie will drown her. They are a mile off the road and no one knows about the fight. Gail is feeling the affects of the water and fights the nelson. Gail begins to break the nelson and breaks free. She rolls and catches a diving Angie. They rolled around. Both are tired. Gail cuffs Angie in the head. Angie falls to the side. Gail stands and stomps Angie’s gut. Angie rolls and vomits. Gails smiles and dives atop Angie and plunges her face into her own vomit. Angie is thrashing. Suddenly Gail grabs Angie’s chin and jerks. Angie is done. Her arms drop. Gail pulls Angie to her feet. Strip. Fuck you, Angie moans. Gail gut punches Angie and then runs her into a tree face first. Angie crumples. Gail opens Angie’s jeans and jerks them off. Angie’s legs are hairy and her pussy hasn’t been trimmed in months. I’ve been told to beat you bloody but you fought me tougher than I thought, so do me and we’re done. Gail unsnaps her jeans. Go fucking do yourself. Bad mistake. The rain was easing up as Gail stood Angie against the tree and tattooed her stomach and breasts with punches. Angie dropped crying as she held her stomach. Her eyes pleaded for mercy. Gail now threw overhand rights to her face. Angie dropped and balanced on her head. Ok, she whispered. Too late, I’m enjoying beating you. Gail threw a punch to the base of Angie’s neck. She was done. Angie dropped into the puddle. Gail leaned against the tree and placed both hands into her jeans playing with herself. Gail’s eyes fluttered as she came. She rubbed off her face as rain now pelted her. She kicked an almost blue Angie over. Nice body, once. Great tits, though. Gail used her tee to wipe off her face and then put it on. It would be a long walk to her car. The extra $$$ would come in handy though.