Posted by Emma on 12/9/2002, 10:38 am
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As I did before all my fights, I felt good. Really good. Alive. Pumped with pure adrenalin, the excitement flowing through me. Not even having to fight in the ridiculous white bra, panties and patterned stockings would put me off [I'm a black lingerie girl at heart - I think it suits my tanned skin, brown hair and green eyes better and anyway I prefer to catfight nude]. The manager of the club had decreed that the audience, about a dozen or so rich men, wanted lingerie and that was that. My opponent, black hair, striking blue eyes and alabaster skin obviously had to have the matching outfit in black. She looked stunning in it. Better I thought than I looked in white! I looked at her now. New girl, never fought at the club before. That's why she was matched with me - none of the other girls would catfight with me anymore, despite what they got paid to do it! I suppose I should be flattered by that! I was the favourite of the men who came to the club to watch the catfights however and that posed the manager with a problem! There had already been two catfights tonight. The other four regular girls at the club really had no idea. Their fights were of the slapping, hairpulling, clawing, lingerie ripping variety. Great to watch I thought and fun to do but not the thing if you were serious about beating your opponent, as I was! The program for the night read: Third Bout Emma [Champion] v Kate White Lingerie Black Lingerie 5'8 1/2" 5'8" 130 Pounds 139 Pounds 36C 23 36 38B 26 38 Age 24 Age 28 Kate had a beautiful body and moved purposefully I thought as we began to circle. She'd also agreed to face sitting after submission, which I loved. I soon found that she could box too! For the first time at the club I was getting the worst of these exchanges and could taste blood in my mouth. I went in again and never even saw the punch coming! Next thing I knew I was on my hands and knees looking at the floor. I waited for the kick to come. I felt her straddling me from behind, going for a full nelson or a headlock. Nice, I thought, thinking of her on my face, surrendering. Then something snapped inside me. No, I'm the champion, I won't let her beat me, flashed through my mind. I somehow gathered my wits and focussed. I put all my remaining strength into rolling hard to my right and throwing my left elbow at where I thought her head was. I felt my elbow make contact with something hard and felt her topple off me. I lay on my back for a moment, dazed. I looked at where she lay on her back and crawled over to her. She was out cold. I kissed her gently and she opened her eyes. They quickly filled with tears. After she had been knocked out there was no way I would sit on her face but I didn't mind. I held her and after a few minutes helped her to the dressing room. I went to caress her in the shower but she said quietly "I'm sorry but I'm not into girls." I said "Oh, I'm the one to be sorry then, it's just I er thought, the face sitting...why did you agree to that then?" She smiled sadly and said "For the extra money, of course!" I didn't fight for the money, I simply didn't need it. I realised with a shock that this girl had been fighting purely because she clearly had a great need for the money. I felt guilty then, as the winner got paid three times what the loser got paid. I dragged it out of her, she had her pride this girl and was reluctant to tell me but I was remorseless. She and her husband had bought a house, the prices had dropped and they had no equity left, the bank was going to sell them up. Her father had been a professional boxer and had taught her "self defence". She'd won two fights at school, after which the hard girls left her alone! She hadn't fought since but had heard of the club and decided to fight for the money they so desperately needed, without her husband's knowledge. I felt humbled. I fought for the thrill but this girl had fought out of need for money for her and her husband, she had fought out of love for him and their future together. She had fought well, she would have beaten me too, had she been ruthless enough to kick me when I was helpless. "You can have my match payment as well." I said. "No" she said "I couldn't possibly accept it." I loved her for that, what a pity she didn't like girls! "We both know you had me beaten if you'd just put the slipper in." I said "I don't want the money, knowing that and I don't need it. Daddy keeps a hundred times that in my account just so he doesn't have to pay tax on it." Actually it was more. Eventually, with tears of gratitude in her eyes, I got her to accept it. "Now" I said "That will keep the wolf from the door for a while but I have no doubt the club would pay a great deal more for us to have a rematch, it would drive the punters wild after tonight!" "No" she said "I couldn't do it again. I thought I could but you're right: I'm not... ruthless enough. I couldn't bear to hurt you or anyone else. I hated doing that tonight." "Righto" I said "Then we'll fake it. I'll let you win the next one. Then the club will pay even more for a decider. You can have all the match payments. That should make a dent in your mortgage!" "Would that really be fair to the people who are paying so much to watch?" she asked piously. I was a little exasperated at this. "Oh it happens all the time and everyone knows it. The other girls here do it. That's why they don't like it when I fight for real and beat them up! Anyway, I'm sure the two of us can choreograph some great fights to give them their money's worth. Everyone wins!" I said. She smiled slightly and said "You'd do that for me? You don't even know me! I don't know what to say!" "There's one condition though" I said "Yes" she said warily. I said "It's a privelage to be able to help a girl like you, Kate. You think I don't know you but I do. The fight we had and the talk we've had since tell me all I need to know. You're just gorgeous, darling! All I ask is that if you ever get curious about what it's like to be with a woman, you think of me. That's all." "I would" she said smiling and for a moment I thought I might get lucky but alas not! "Well, let's go up to the party and announce our re-match while all the punters are still here. Let me handle the negotiations, I know how to squeeze a bit more out of that ferret of a manager!" I said. Our fight had caused a sensation, as did our two re-matches, full of pulled punches, judo throws, hair pulling, breast mauling and stripping each other naked! Kate and hubby's mortgage was well under control, with a "minor lottery win" by the time we'd finished! I don't count these two fake fights in my record. The pratt of a manager didn't even realise we'd faked it! The attendants, Fred and Joe, genuine hard men, weren't fooled! They'd seen me fight too many times. I told them the full story. "Mums the word" they said, and meant it! These fake encounters did bear fruit in an indirect way. Unusually, a rather striking blond woman attended the third fight and was at the party afterwards. She was well built and attractive and clearly turned on by what she'd seen. As I stood at the party, basking in the adulation of the male spectators after my fake victory, I noticed her approaching.