Posted by Emma on 12/16/2002, 7:54 am
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I took holidays from the airline so I could spend the whole four weeks after Victoria's catfight with Sarah helping her to prepare, not so much for the fight with Dawn but for the one to follow with Anastasia, which I thought a bad idea. Victoria simply hadn't been fighting long enough and I knew that there were still too many gaps in her skills that would be cruelly exposed by a first class opponent. Why fight two tough girls on the same night I asked and stressed that all we knew about Anastasia was that she was a prolific and apparently very good fighter. A Russian Gypsy, now aged 34, she had been fighting since she was a small child. I pleaded with Victoria to let me at least take Anastasia's measure for her first but she was adamant. If she hurt Victoria, I would certainly be taking her measure afterwards, I promised myself. Harry, Victoria's married man that she thought she was in love with, had jumped at the chance to celebrate his 40th birthday by bringing his wife to the club to watch his mistress fight. Supposedly Anastasia did not know that Victoria was his mistress but I noticed her looking closely at Victoria. She knows! I thought. What else has he lied about? All along I'd had a feeling that Victoria was being set up to be delivered to Anastasia as fodder for a hopeless catfight! Anastasia was certainly a striking looking woman in a dark slavic kind of way. Very beautiful face, long hair, 5'9" 150 pounds 37D 25 37 according to the details Harry had so thoughtfully relayed! I wanted her! You are not going to have my Victoria, I'm going to have you! I thought. The one ace we had up our sleeve was that good old Harry and the sultry Anastasia knew nothing about me! They were sitting in the front row. I was to wrestle Bethany first match. Much to her surprise I let her make two easy pins. I wanted to save my strength and also deceive Anastasia about me a little! The 69 with Bethany on top of me afterwards was so good however I forgot about everything else for a while. I even felt relaxed as I came off the mat. Anastasia eyed me with contempt, no doubt thinking how pathetic I was to be beaten by a smaller girl! The crowd were confused, subdued, as well. Felicity wrestled Sarah in a terrific match going down 2:1 and they 69ered like champions! The crowd was warming up now. Dawn looked strangely powerful in all black lingerie, more so than I remembered. Harder somehow. 5'9" 38B 27 39, 152 pounds of tough, working class, English policewoman. Victoria's 5'6 1/2" 36C 24 36, 138 delectable pounds seemed too small by comparison but her superb dancer's legs carried her well and her swimmer's shoulders looked reassuring. Victoria danced straight up to Dawn to throw a combination. She obviously wanted to finish Dawn as quickly as possible, as she had done with Sarah, so she could take on Anastasia relatively fresh. Her left jab hit Dawn's nose and broke it [it looked like it had been broken before] but almost simultaneously Dawn's left smashed Victoria's perfect left breast. That wasn't in the script! I thought, as they both reeled away howling, further punches forgotten for the moment. Victoria sensibly waited for Dawn to renew the fight, the pain in her breast would dissipate gradually but Dawn's nose wasn't going to get any better! Perhaps realising this, Dawn warily approached Victoria. She was clumsier in attack than defence and in an exchange of punches that, frankly, made my eyes water, took three heavy punches to the head for a left hook to Victoria's right breast. Victoria reeled away. Again Victoria waited, this time out of sheer pain poor darling. She needed to bore in and finish Dawn now, however. I realised that I had made a major mistake in casually assuming that the Dawn of today would be the same scrappy unskilled fighter as she had been against Sarah six months earlier. That same night she had seen a mere slip of a girl like me take apart the tough Scottish giant Fiona with superior skills. Fiona had previously absolutely destroyed Dawn, unbeaten in eighteen fights until then, and had taken the club championship from her as well! How could I have been so stupid? Dawn had drawn the obvious conclusion and had sought some proper training, at least in boxing, and had been training hard for longer than I had been training Victoria! Probably to have a crack at me sometime, I realised with a shock! Another exchange of punches. Victoria again hit her with three heavy punches to the head but took heavy hits on both her breasts this time in return. She screamed from the pain poor darling. This was no good, I knew Dawn could take a lot of punishment. I wasn't sure how much Victoria could take and didn't particularly want to find out. Victoria went in again to trade punches. Do something else I muttered futilely in the tumult. As if reading my mind, Victoria threw herself forward onto the mat and executed something like a sideways handstand which brought both her feet into hard contact with Dawn's stomach, doubling her over and winding her. Following up rapidly, Victoria threw clubbing punches and finally a tremendous uppercut to Dawn's head. As Dawn toppled backwards, Victoria jumped and landed with both knees hard on her stomach, we all felt the whoosh of air from that one! She straddled Dawn and repaid the breast punishment she had suffered with considerable interest, until Dawn finally sobbed her surrender. I rushed to Victoria, holding her gently and kissing her with relief, thrilled at her victory in this very hard fight, bursting with pride in her! Sarah went to Dawn, mainly because, as she said later, she felt somebody should. Felicity and Bethany joined me in tending to Victoria. She was hurt. Not just her breasts but she'd hurt one of her feet with that spectacular kick. She would still have fought Anastasia though, if she could have at least stood unaided. Once the adrenalin from the fight drained away, she found she no longer could! We sat her down so she could rest her foot. Anastasia challenged her though, oh yes! The evening was only just beginning! Anastasia walked onto the middle of the mat and said to Victoria with an authentic Russian accent "Get up and fight me you whore. Sleep with my husband you pay the price!" So much for not being briefed on Victoria by honest Harry! The room fell silent. Victoria struggled to rise but I pushed her back, kissed her and said "No, brave darling, you've done enough for tonight, leave her to me. You can take her another night." "Hold her" I said to Bethany and Felicity and turned and stepped out onto the mat to face Anastasia. Emma