Posted by Peter on 11/20/2002, 9:07 am
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Elizabeth, after her stunning victory over Jane in her first fight, was keen to fight Monica, a girl she despised. I tried to restrain her from this but she was [and is] a headstrong girl. My concerns were that, firstly, it was an unnecesary fight to get into, secondly, Monica was bigger: 5'10" 38B 28 40 145 pounds of strapping brunette vs Elizabeth at 5'8" 36C 26 36 133 pounds and, thirdly, we really knew nothing at all about Monica's fighting abilities. But Elizabeth would not be gainsaid and in the end I was faced with the choice of letting them go off on their own to fight or of accompanying them. The challenge had been coolly made and as coolly accepted. I was to be the only witness. Monica was happy with this as she said she hoped the sight of her giving Elizabeth a thrashing would bring me to my senses. Both girls were supremely confident and of course only one of them would be proven right! I wasn't really sure of the outcome myself but I thought that at least a defeat wouldn't do Elizabeth any great harm provided I was on hand to make sure it stopped once the result had been decided. There was little talk as we approached the place where the fight was to take place: a patch of grass screened by a circle of shrubs in a remote corner of a park. This fight had been building for over a year, there was much bad blood between the girls, mostly to do with me [I might have flirted with Monica a little before deciding to go out with Elizabeth], both girls had been keen for the fight but now that we were actually here, they both seemed a little subdued by the magnitude of what they were about to do. Nevertheless they both quickly changed into leotards. Elizabeth looking stunning: a statuesque blond in a pale blue leotard. I put my arms around her and kissed her lightly for luck. I was worried but didn't quite know what to say. Frankly my heart sank when Monica emerged, her powerful frame looking even more formidable in a plain black leotard. The contrast was terrible as they circled warily: the gorgeous, smaller girl in her pretty blue leotard seemed to have no chance against the bigger girl in black confidently stalking her. Elizabeth spoke "No holds barred sweetie. Just you and me. No excuses." It was Elizabeth who scored first, her left flashing out and snapping Monica's head back. Blood started to trickle from her nose. When she tried to do it again however Monica caught her arm and judo threw her over her shoulder. I groaned. Elizabeth landed ok though and rolled quickly to her knees - just as Monica went to kick her where she'd been a moment before. Elizabeth managed to catch the foot in her hands and stood upright maintaining the hold, forcing Monica to fall over backwards. Elizabeth then stood with both feet on the other leg and pushed the foot she had hold of with all her strength. Monica's scream was earth shattering and I began to worry about it attracting attention. Fortunately the park was deserted and we were not disturbed. I began to relax and enjoy the spectacle of Elizabeth totally in control of the bigger girl. I knew she would never relinquish this dominant position and I couldn't see how Monica could escape. Monica wouldn't give in however, despite being wracked by what must have been incredible pain. Elizabeth toyed with her for a long time, clearly enjoying the pain and humiliation she was inflicting on her deadly rival. I thought Monica must pass out soon if she did not give in - her body was convulsing with pain at this point and tears streaming from her eyes. Suddenly Elizabeth let her go and brought her heel down hard on Monica's pelvic region, which brought forth a tremendous howl of pain. She then jumped quickly and landed with both knees on Monica's stomach, swung her right fist and hit her a terrific crack on the side of the jaw. Monica woke up a few moments later and started to cry again. We lay on either side of her and tried to comfort her. Elizabeth seemed both shocked and a little ashamed of what she'd done to this girl a few moments earlier. She cooed softly to her and stroked her hair. Eventually she said "Listen sweetie, this was just between us, nobody else ever needs to know about it." Monica smiled at her and said "Thank you." and closed her eyes. After a while, still with her eyes closed she said "I've never been beaten before. I've beaten all the girls at school. I was so sure I'd beat you." She looked at Elizabeth "I've taken Judo for years. Where did you learn to fight like that?" Elizabeth looked at me, smiling "Peter taught me" she said. "Oh" said Monica looking at me "Well I guess I'm just going to have to give up on you." As Monica went to leave Elizabeth hugged her and said "You fought well sweetie. I thought you had me when you threw me. Maybe we should have a re-match sometime or a wrestle if you like. I'd really like to wrestle you." Monica shrugged, smiled wanly, and said "Maybe." and left us. We made tumultuous love on Elizabeth's victorious battlefield. Afterwards we talked for a very long time. "I had to fight her." Elizabeth said "I know" I replied. "She used to intimidate me so much. I was so frightened of her. I used to hate myself for being so timid and nobody ever rubbed my nose in it the way she did. She really saw straight through me then. She knew she could bully me just as she pleased." she said. I chuckled and said "I don't think she'll be doing that again." She sighed "Just as well you didn't let me fight her a year ago though." I said "Mmmm maybe. I dunno. I still can't believe what you did today. Maybe you're just a natural. Maybe you would have beaten her then anyway but it might not have been so decisive." She shook her head "A year ago I wouldn't have stood a chance against her and you know it. You love watching women fight but you didn't let me fight her then and you hardly knew me. Why?" I replied "I knew you well enough then to know that I loved you. Yes I love watching women fight and I'll admit that even seeing you lose would be a turn on in a purely sexual way but... I just love you too much to see you being hurt. I'm not sure I could go through this again. I've been worried sick about what might happen today. Maybe catfighting should just be a fantasy from now on and you should stick to wrestling the cutest girls you can find. That's a big enough turn on for me." Tears welled up in her eyes. "OK" she said "When can we get married?" I was stunned "Not until you're 18." I replied. "Can we get married then?" she asked. I gazed into her beautiful bright blue eyes and said "I'll marry you on your 18th Birthday." Ten months later that's exactly what happened. Monica didn't take up the offer of a re-match, or, more is the pity, of a wrestle with Elizabeth. Monica married a rich, older man a few years later. A couple of years ago we spotted her picture, looking very sexy and sophisticated, in the social pages of our local newspaper. As we gazed at the picture I said to Elizabeth "I wish I'd taken a camera to the fight that day and gotten a picture of you stretching her legs apart." Elizabeth giggled deliciously. Peter