About the Author
Hiya! I’m Kelli… also known as the Fyrecracka. I stumbled onto writing stories when my husband and I began playing around doing some role playing with each other (long story) on a completely unrelated website. We did some interactive stories about women and men wrestling. He would do the fight choreography and I would do the story.
As we wrote more and more of them, I began to enjoy the emotional exploration that I could do through writing about woman vs woman combat and competition (as well man vs man). I began to put myself into situations that would never happen in real life but were still pretty realistic. I found that there aren’t many things as primal, emotionally raw or as innately intimate as one on one combat. Trying to capture that primal emotion and intimacy that I feel is, a nutshell, my goal.
As far my style of stories, as I said before, I like exploration. I will dabble in a little bit of everything as long as it’s not mixed or overly violent. To me, the best battles are more about breaking the other woman’s will rather than breaking her body. It’s more about establishing dominance and a pecking order rather than belts and championships.
I almost exclusively use myself as the main character and write from a first person perspective, as the reason I write is to experience this stuff without living it. On the surface, I’m a pretty ordinary woman, your average small town Texas girl that moved to the city for school, got married and ended up in the suburbs with a family. Kind of an “every woman” and I think that helps me to seem somewhat relatable to a broad range of people.
As far as the action and stories are concerned, I try to explore it all- I want to know what is like being the hero, the villain, the winner, the loser- all of it. While I don’t do commissioned work (not that I’m a good enough author to charge anyway) I will on occasion, work suggestions and requests into my stories quite often. So, feel free to chat me up and discuss ideas. Who knows where it will go?
Methodically, she traps my pinned arm underneath her shin. Next she focus on my other hand which had been trying, unsuccessfully, to wrench her hand from my chin. Without much ability to resist, I’m pinned beneath her, my head caught between the two thighs that had completely destroyed me moments ago as they now force me to look into the eyes of the woman who just conquered me.
Fyre’s Fight Journal
We roll across the grass the sounds of our bodies slapping together and the groans we make as we strain against each other, are the only noises I hear as the world has gone silent to me as I focus on besting this formidable woman in front of me. For several minutes we both unsuccessfully try to gain control of the other woman.
Wanting to prove I can beat her at her own game, I pin her on her back and straddle her shaven pussy with mine. I begin to grind on her. She arches her back and begins moaning softly. I become increasingly excited as I feel victory almost in my grasp. I see a look of determination wash over the pretty young Asian girl’s face and she starts grinding back. We both continue to grind rhythmically away at each other and I begin to feel my advantage slipping away as I feel waves of pleasure overtaking me.
Back on our side, Cassie and I have been trading pins and leg scissor holds pretty equally. It seems that we are definitely an even match as no one has been able to gain control of the other for more than a few seconds. We are probably close to five minutes into this battle and neither one of of us has ever been in trouble- or in control. I can hear the punches and kicks land next to us and it’s all I can do not to look over when I hear the grunts and yells as the two men seem to be ripping each other apart, but if I lose my focus I know, as evenly matched as Cassie and I are, that any lapse in focus and she will have me.
We slam into the wall hard, the impact surprises the taller woman and she releases the headlock before we both tumble onto the floor. For a brief moment both of us plot our next move. Then, simultaneously, we lunge at each other. We both grab handfuls of the other woman’s hair. Between our grunts and groans I hear Beth exclaim “Now it’s a catfight!”
Gina rolls to her side begins grasping at my chest, clawing at my breasts and trying to pull me to the ground. Even though I’m pummeling her, she fights through and manages to get me on my back. For the first time, I fear she might be seizing the advantage as she is on top and has me pinned to the lockers. She slows the pace down, trying to recover from the beating I’ve been administering.
I’m stunned and my arms are hung up on the top rope. Jessi unloads a series of punches into my exposed belly. I know I’m in trouble early but I can’t escape and I hang helplessly in the corner. Next, she begins to focus on my breasts. Tweaking and slapping them to the great joy of the crowd. Finally, the leggy blonde sticks her bare foot against my throat and extends her leg, choking me in the corner.
Out of self preservation, Keisha, wraps me up into a clinch. Using her stockier body to push me back to the middle of the room before shoving me away. We glare at each other for a few seconds. “Is that all you got? I’m about to knock your ass back to the trailer park” Keisha says tauntingly. With a mutual scream, we rush each other and lock up in the center of the room. We begin straining and striving to overpower the other woman with pure strength, in a test of dominance.
We square off in front of each other. The contrasts between us are striking, I’m in my purple bikini. Standing 5’6″, I’m over a half foot taller than the 4’11” Lucia. At 140 pounds I estimate that I’m about 20 pounds heavier than her. She stands across from me in a baby blue bikini that is straining to contain her large D cup breasts, her dark hair and tan skin, quite different from my blonde hair, lighter colored skin and much smaller B cup breasts.
And with that, it’s like an imaginary bell rang signaling the start of the fight. We circle each other silently, the gravity of what is about to transpire evident in both of our eyes. I inch closer and closer trying to get to where I can grab her and make this a wrestling match like I’m comfortable with. Trisha is the first to swing. The punch lands squarely on the left side of my jaw. Its almost like a flash of light when it lands and I it staggers me. I never thought about it before but it is the first time in my life that I’ve ever been punched. As the coppery tasting blood oozes into my mouth, I find it reassuring that it makes me more mad that it scares me.
I’m yanked to my feet by my hair. The lightning fast waif sends a flurry of of kicks to my thighs and abdomen. While they aren’t devastating, the sheer number of them landing is taking its toll. I reach out, trying to grab Kelsey but she is so quick. She hops out of the way and lands a hard open handed slap right to my ass. The crowd roars its approval.
We each grab a chair and pull it next to the carpet. Not wanting to destroy my clothes I strip down to my matching white ‘t-shirt’ bra and bikini cut panties. My opponent does the same but she is wearing a more expensive matching black and purple bra and panty ensemble. We begin to warm up and we go over the particulars of the match. “My name is Fyre…what’s yours?” I ask.
In a rage, I charge towards her and she rushes at me. We collide in the center of the pit. We resume our hair pulling dance again before we both lose our balance and fall to the mat. We roll all over the mat, in a mass of shrieks, hair pulling, slapping and profanities to the delight of the crowd, who is now roaring its approval. We finally come to rest on our sides, looking at each other.
We both stand there for a moment, taking stock of where each of of us is in the stage of the fight. The small cut above my eye has stopped bleeding but there is a red smear on the left side of my face, I’m covered in sweat, I can feel the bruises forming on my ribs, but my will to finish this fight is as strong as ever. Destiny’s toned body is glistening with sweat, smears of my blood cover her as well. Her nose is still trickling some and her eyes are slightly swollen.
Both of us are still in a rage, and rush to meet each other to finish what we started out in the barroom. Again, we go straight after each other’s hair. Slapping away for all we are worth as we attempt to sling one another around the small cage. Predictably, I take control, slamming the smaller woman into the cage, repeatedly.