Posted by Emma on 12/13/2002, 9:23 am
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I was so excited to be having my first fight at the club. Although I didn't need the money, it made me feel like a professional to be paid to do what I love. The winner's purse was to be three times the loser's, which felt good somehow. I wondered which would be mine when it was over! I arrived hours early. After checking in with the manager, a lascivious little man who licked his lips too often, I went to look again at the fighting room. Gym mats on the floor and walls, about 20' square clear area, seating area for up to twenty spectators, booth with one way glass for the attendants, big burly men in their 40's, ready to intervene if necessary. I spoke to them now. They introduced themselves as Fred and Joe, very genial for what I knew to be very tough men! Fred eyed me with fatherly concern. I knew what he was thinking: "What is this silly young girl thinking of, getting mixed up in this?" "Emma" he said "Just take a look at this. Look at what you're up against!" It was the programme for the evening, which showed: First Bout Dawn v Sarah Red lingerie Black lingerie English English Policewoman Hairdresser 5'9" 5'7 1/2" 152 pounds 150 pounds 38B 27 39 38D 28 38 Age 28 Age 25 Second Bout Fiona [Champion] v Emma [New] Red lingerie Black lingerie Scottish English Secretary Air Hostess 5'10" 5'8 1/2" 160 pounds 128 pounds 40B 28 40 36C 23 36 Age 29 Age 20 Fred said "Emma, you've got to know this. Fiona is a nutter, she's vicious, she's smashed every girl she's fought with here, and that's five now, so badly they don't come back, except for Dawn and Sara, and they won't fight her again! That's why that toerag of a manager matches her with the new girls. Don't you see you're being set up?" I saw the concern on his tough face and on Joe's, who was nodding agreement and appreciated the simple decency that had led them to warn me off, even at the risk of their jobs. "Don't worry boys" I said "I know I don't look the type but I really love fighting. I won thirteen serious fights at school and two since, both against women nearly Fiona's size. I want to test myself against her. If she beats me she beats me, I'm not asking anyone to cry for me. I'll take whatevers coming." After a pause Fred said sadly "All right, love. You're a game one, no doubt about it. Just remember, if she really starts to hurt you, give in quickly and we'll stop it. Okay?" "Yes, Fred and I appreciate your concern. Now, what else can you tell me about Fiona?" I asked. It emerged that she had no recognisable training in any particular fighting style but was an experienced, utterly ruthless, streetfighter who prevailed through sheer brute strength and aggression. I began to get aroused. As I questioned them both closely about Fiona they exchanged glances more than once. Finally Fred asked, almost incredulously "And what fighting skills do you have Emma?" "Oh a bit of everything really, boxing, judo, karate, streetfighting, wrestling." I said lightly. "Who taught you" he prompted. "Oh, er aside from the girls at school" they both laughed at that "and the school judo coach, who wasn't very good, an old army boxer who works for my father." "What was his name?" asked Fred curiously. I gave them Bobs full name. "Never heard of him." said Fred. Joe, the quiet one, said slowly "I saw him fight in the ring once when I first joined up. He must have been 35 or better, pushing 40 maybe. Against a navy bloke he gave away a good 20 pounds and 15 years to, the navy's great white hope at the time and they carried him back to his ship on a stretcher! The old salts reckoned Bobs was the best ever, should have turned pro. I couldn't argue from what I saw that day!" I flushed with pride for this kindly old man that I loved like a second father. "He never told me." I said. Joe said with a wry smile "It's us quiet ones you gotta watch. If he's taught you even a fraction of what he knew, you should be all right, Emma. And believe me, Fred and I would like nothing better than to see you give that vicious b---- the hiding that's coming to her!" I gave them both a hug and a kiss on the cheek, went to the dressing room, changed into my black lingerie, lacy bra, panties and patterned stockings with suspenders. I felt really sexy in it, thinking about what I would do to Fiona! The thought of fighting in front of an audience was really turning me on! The manager had asked that we meet the clients in the reception room an hour before the first fight. I was curious to meet the men who were paying so much to watch women fight. I went upstairs to find that a number were already there, including one really handsome man of about 30. The two girls from the first fight, Dawn, brunette and Sarah, honey blond, were either side of him.