Posted by Emma on 12/13/2002, 9:23 am
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They both looked scrumptious in their lingerie but I thought Sarah the more attractive of the pair. It was hard to comprehend, even for me, that these two gorgeous girls would shortly be catfighting with each other to a bitter and tearful conclusion. That one of these proud statuesque beauties would soon be broken and humiliated and submit to the other. It gave me a thrill to feel that I was a part of this group of women prepared to dare all in this ultimate contest! I hoped Sarah would win and pictured her straddling Dawn. The not bad looking sort took my hand and kissed it! "Ah, Emma, the combative air hostess, no less! I'm Roger, afficionado of female fighting." he said and proceeded to prattle on. I smiled at Dawn and Sarah in turn and they smiled back at me but not at each other, there was a bond between us because of what were about to do. The thought of watching them fight was driving me wild! The other men soon gathered round and I found it interesting to talk to them and answer their questions. Many asked me how I felt about going up against Fiona, whether I was worried about losing, how many fights I'd had, why I was doing it, what I was doing after the fight etc Fiona didn't deign to appear. I eventually went down with the men, only ten in all, to watch Dawn and Sarah. It was a long, brutal if rather unskilled fight. They apparently didn't like each other. They were tough working class girls who didn't give in. Breast punching, kicking, knees, hair pulling [both kinds!], clawing, scratching, biting were all used. Dawn even gouged Sarah's eyes, which basically gave her the advantage and decided the fight. Both girls were stripped naked, bloody and sobbing by the end. Dawn was astride Sarah, viciously clawing her breasts yet again when Sarah sobbed something and Joe and Fred, poker faced, hauled Dawn off her. Even Dawn had to be helped to the dressing room. You could have heard a pin drop. I was thinking about how I couldn't let it get to that stage, I must stay on my feet and use my skills to finish Fiona, if possible without going to the floor at all. I find pain interesting and stimulating in moderation but have never had any desire to be torn apart like Dawn and Sarah were. I forced myself to think of my fight with Margaret, of my savage, uncontrolled fighting fury as I destroyed that powerful woman. I smiled. I must summon that back for this fight! Roger whispered to me "Fiona easily beat both of them." He had a cruel, self satisfied smile on his face as he watched for my reaction. "Well I won't be commiserating or celebrating with you tonight, Roger, whatever else happens!" I thought. I rose and with my best unruffled calm, Emma Peel impersonation, said to the gallery at large "We who are about to fight, salute you!" and blew them a kiss. There was pandemonium as I stepped from the viewing area onto the mat. I was a little frightened, I have to admit that. If I had to, I would give in quickly, rather than take the terrible beatings Dawn and Sarah had. But I knew, in the back of my mind, that my confidence in my skills was not misplaced. I must keep my feet, there would be no wrestling for pleasure in this fight! I also felt wild and sexy standing there, waiting to fight in front of an audience! Fiona appeared, stunning, strong, hard. Red hair, tattoos, attractive yet somehow harsh, face. She looked what she was, a veteran streetfighter from Glasgow. She scowled at the silence that greeted her entry, not befitting the champion at all. Particularly not after the reception they'd given me! She glared at me now "Come on then baby, show me what you've got!" she said with a sneer. I replied "Oh I will darling, if you'll just stop frightening me with that ugly face!" This brought a round of laughter from the stalls! She rushed at me, which was what I wanted. I sidestepped. Crack. Crack. I hit her head with both fists as she went by. She didn't go down! Just shook herself like a dog and came at me again! Oh shit! I thought! I hit her with a four punch combination Bobs had taught me. She went down to one knee! Phew. I thought. I can hurt her! I backed off. She stayed on one knee for a minute before she rose. I wasn't sure whether she was shamming or not so I waited out of range. She came at me more slowly. I waited until she was almost on me until I danced to the side. As she turned, I danced back in and hit her twice before skipping away. She stood soggily, I thought. Bobs had always told me that a relatively few good punches, if they connect properly, will normally put anyone down. I knew I'd hit her hard but she seemed to have an amazing capacity to withstand the hardest blows. Another of Bob's sayings came back to me "Sometimes it's like chopping down a large tree with an axe. You just have to keep chopping until they fall down. Nothing seems to be happening until they do!" She stood woodenly, having slowly turned to face me. I danced in, feinted. She swung a clumsy roundhouse right. I hit her with a left hook under her right armpit. I sensed her quiver like the large tree about to fall. I went in again but she had got used to this now and incredibly had some strength left! She ducked slightly and charged just as I was committed to throwing the left jab and grappled me! With my left arm over her shoulder I couldn't give her the Liverpool Kiss and being side on couldn't quite get a knee to her pussy. We toppled over, her on top of me. Oh shit! I thought. I managed to tighten my left arm round her neck into a side on headlock and, gripping my left arm with my right for leverage, pulled her to my right, rolling her onto her back. Just as I did so however, she trapped both my legs inside hers and locked her ancles. She also grabbed my hair with both hands and it was hurting, although she had not got anything like her full strength. I wanted to finish this but how? The headlock from this position was not a winning hold. Ah but... I removed my right hand and holding the fingers stiff and together, delivered three stabbing knife punches to her throat in quick succession. She released my hair and both her legs splayed apart helplessly. I quickly straddled her and started punching her breasts. After giving them three or four good hits each though she still made no sign of surrender! I rose quickly and facing her feet, drove my right heel down hard onto her pussy! Fred and Joe had come onto the mat and motioned to me to stop. They both then gave me a nod and a smile. Fiona lay curled on her side crying like a baby and tapping the mat repeatedly with her hand. I gently placed my foot on the side of her stomach and raised my arms. The crowd loved it and in my moment of victory, I loved them. At the party afterwards I was surprised to see Sarah there as well as Dawn [Fiona never appeared]. Sarah was obviously the worse for wear, in pain, sitting rather than standing but smiling bravely. I like spirit in a woman and she really impressed me at that moment, as the loser of a vicious fight, turning up to the apres party! I went over, sat next to her, put my arm round her and kissed her on the lips. She opened her lips and we kissed passionately. This did not go unnoticed by the rest of the room! Roger brought us glasses of champagne but before he could speak I said "Roger darling, I think Dawn is pining for you. Don't let us keep you." He smiled wanly and left us. The other men seemed to understand to stay away. "How are you Sarah darling?" I asked. "I'm all right. My eyes are okay." she said "I've lost before. I can take it." "I daresay you can, darling but I thought her gouging your eyes was horrible. I'd like to fight her next time." I said suddenly as the thought popped into my head and I felt a surge of uncontrollable lust! "You won't get the chance to." she said "After what you did to Fiona tonight! I'm so glad you beat her. So happy for you and she's an even more vicious b---- than Dawn when she's on top so she had it coming! Besides I bet Dawn my match fee against hers that you'd beat Fiona, that's three to one she gave me! Silly cow!" I laughed and said "What made you think I'd beat her?" She smiled and said "Oh I liked the way you looked and moved, you seemed so posh and self assured. I thought you were so aristocratic you'd never let anybody beat you! And ah Fred and Joe gave me the nod too!" "You realise I'm going to have to take you back to my place and make gentle love to you for the rest of the night for saying that?" I said smiling into her eyes. "That's all right" she said softly "I'll go quietly!" Emma