Posted by Emma on 12/9/2002, 10:37 am
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The men seemed to sense something and drew back. Her hard brown eyes held mine as she smiled and said "Great fight tonight, Emma, although I wasn't entirely sure that what I was watching was real!" "You would know, I suppose?" I said loftily in reply, meeting her gaze. "Yes, I would, as it happens!" she replied blandly "Tell me, do you ever fight for real?" "I'm sure you'd find it real enough if you'd care to take me on!" I said containing my mounting excitement with difficulty. "Why don't you go and speak to the manager about it." "Oh I will." she said "As long as you'll promise to give me a real fight?" I threw my almost full glass of champagne over her, in her expensive evening gown. Her supercilious manner was starting to annoy me! "Is that real enough for you?" I asked. A look of pure venom came over her face as an audible gasp went round the room. The manager scurried over and made profuse apologies to her. What appeared to be her boyfriend also appeared at her side. "I demand satisfaction and I demand it now, with her on the mat, no holds barred, to a finish!" she said to the manager. His ferret eyes seemed to momentarily consider whether he could milk the situation for more money but he was smart enough to realise that wasn't going to work. He said to me "You'll have to fight her for no fee if you want to keep working here." "It will be my pleasure!" I replied. The punters all clapped at this point as well they might. We all went down to the special fighting room again. I was glad that I never drank at the parties and had had only a sip of champagne. In the dressing room she was livid with me. Indeed for a moment I thought we would be having our catfight in there! "You'll pay for that!" she told me as we undressed and she looked at her ruined dress. "That's what they all say before the fight, darling. It's what you can say afterwards that counts!" was my rejoinder. There were more catty remarks but that's all I can remember. To my delight she even stripped off her expensive lingerie until she was totally nude and I followed suit. A real treat for the boys! I thought. She looked good standing there on the mat facing me. 5'7" or so, about 30 years of age. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, strong legs. Nice breasts, about 38C 24 38 and 140 pounds I should have thought and since I always look closely at women and size them up as opponents, I'm pretty good at estimating their size! She made some warmup moves that I recognised as karate, before stopping suddenly, as if she didn't want to give the game away. Then she squared up to me in a boxing stance, left leading. Uh huh, I thought. She can clearly fight. I'd realised after my first fight with Kate that I should have tried Elizabeth's combination on her. I now thought I would try it on Diana, as she had frostily introduced herself. If it worked, it would be a very short fight and thus most humiliating for her! I really didn't like her. I suppose it was because she is one of the very few girls that has ever been tried to be condescending to ME and didn't understand that it works the other way round! She even looked like the karate girl and I felt like Emma Peel putting my handbag down before the fight! I bounded straight at her, threw a left jab at extreme range and touched her on the chin but without a great deal of power. Nevertheless, it clearly startled her. I went in again straight away as if to throw the jab and propped. Her left counterpunch was lightning fast and she'd thrown it very early to make sure of nailing me. She even overbalanced slightly, she put so much venom into the punch. It made it easy to grab her arm, twist it inwards as fast as I could, ending in an armbar with a jerk that must have nearly broken her arm or dislocated it. As I had practised many times with Elizabeth, I kicked her behind her right knee and hooked my right arm round her throat, transferred my left arm to the unbreakable headlock and pulled her backwards on her heels. She struggled, did what I'd done in this position and dug her nails in but after a minute I could feel her going limp. The attendants Fred and Joe had moved in and as she went limp Fred said "Let her go Emma, we'll take her." Fred and Joe later asked me where I'd learned that combination and I told them the full story of my two catfights with Elizabeth, much to their delight! The party afterwards was a great success. The punters loved me. Even Diana's boyfriend returned to the club after taking her home in a taxi. She apparently wanted to sulk alone! He told everyone that Diana had been fighting all her life, knew boxing and karate and that she'd never been beaten before in over 30 fights! This really made me feel like Emma Peel! [Elizabeth was pretty chuffed too when I told her that I'd used her combination to beat Diana!]. The crowd dwindled until there was just Diana's boyfriend and me left. I could feel his desire for me and he wasn't a bad sort. The idea of knocking off her boyfriend was also the icing on the cake! I REALLY didn't like her! He asked if we could go somewhere and celebrate my victory. I was about to say "Come back to my place!" when he said "I'll pay you whatever you want, of course." I put my hands on his broad shoulders and drew him closer before driving my knee into his over excited manhood. He screamed and fell to the floor. I waited a minute until his sobs began to subside and then said "You're the biggest fool I've ever met. I was going to sleep with you until you insulted me." and left. The manager was very unhappy with me but there wasn't much he could do, given my popularity, which reached new heights after that night. I pointed out that the club rules specifically forbade the members from doing what the boyfriend had done. He rolled his eyes as if to say "We both know what the other girls get up to!" I said "Listen to me, I don't care what the other girls do and I know you turn a blind eye to it but if you were a manager's bootlace you'd make it clear to all the client's that I'm not up for it, then I wouldn't be placed in that situation. If you let me down like that again I'll have to talk to the owners about it." I enjoyed turning the dressing down around on him! Diana had apparently said she wanted a rematch but I never saw her again. I've found that most girls talk about rematches in the first flush of defeat, it seems to act as balm, the implication being that next time it will be different. Only one girl has ever actually come back to me for a re-match and that was Elizabeth. Even if I had beaten her in our second fight, I would have respected her above all the others for that alone! Emma