Posted by Emma on 12/18/2002, 8:06 am
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As I stepped onto the mat and faced her, the powerfully built 150 pound Anastasia eyed my slim 130 pound figure askance. I trembled with a strange, unfamiliar feeling. The hard dark eyes told me this sultry Russian Gypsy woman was dangerous, sinister, cruel. Something in the way she held herself told me that she was good too, very good, I decided. I somehow knew she would be the best fighter I had yet faced. "My friend is unable to fight you this evening but will be happy to fight with you on another occasion. I am however able to accommodate you if you wish to fight now." I said, feeling we should be duelling with rapiers or something! She said something I didn't understand, grinned broadly and then said "All the same." She didn't care who she fought! Victoria's status as the mistress of her husband was clearly just a pretext to fight her! I hoped Victoria could see that now. "Please be seated again, gentlemen." I said to the crowd "We have an extra treat for you this evening. The lovely and dangerous Anastasia has consented to fight with me!" The manager gave me a quick nod to show that he approved of the way I was handling things, not that I really cared. I was still nude from my wrestling match with Bethany. "Please remove all your clothing and jewellery." I said to Anastasia, catching sight of several knuckle duster rings. She didn't bother with the dressing room, just went over to where Harry, the supposedly faithless husband, was sitting, and stripped off. They both seemed very excited about her having this fight. No doubt they thought it would be an easy victory for her. Tears rolled down Victoria's cheeks as she watched them together, realising she'd been duped all along! I'll make them pay darling, I thought. She shot me a concerned look and I tried to smile reassuringly. Anastasia, now nude, walked back onto the mat with total assurance. Her powerful dark skinned 5'9" 37D 25 37 body made me tremble as she moved like a cat. Hope I look that good at 34 I thought. And then, have I over reached myself this time? There was total silence as we began to circle. I moved towards her, throwing a left jab and a straight right to test her. Both punches hit her head, blood flowed from her nose but had no other visible effect. I knew they had been hard punches. There was still, most unusually, total silence. As if everyone in that room knew that this fight was somehow different and was holding their breath. I moved in again. Incredibly, I still don't know how she did it, she slipped my left and stopped my right and rammed her knee hard into my pussy. She hit me so hard I didn't even feel any pain at first, just a sense of everything being disconnected, if that makes any sense. I fell forward against her, my hands briefly, weakly gripping her hips for support as I fell. I realised my mouth was passing over her left breast, her large brown nipple in fact. Somehow I managed to focus and bit furiously on the tip of her breast, about the last inch or so of it, aside from the nipple. My teeth must have nearly closed. My hands had slipped weakly from her hips and the only thing holding me up was my teeth sunk deep into her breast! I focused on her image above me and saw her raising her fist to strike. I opened my mouth and flopped to the floor like a rag doll. After a moment I managed to roll onto my hands and knees, wondering vaguely why she wasn't kicking my ribs in. My senses slowly cleared. I became aware of her screaming repeatedly. I could see her, through my hair fallen over my face, over with her husband, still screaming. I stayed where I was, not totally shamming but grateful for any more time she gave me to recover. Suddenly, still screaming, abuse presumably, she ran towards me, still on my hands and knees. When I judged she was committed to a full blooded kick at my head, I reared back and placed my hands out in front of me. I caught her foot with both hands, actually using the terrific momentum to help me to stand. She toppled over, I quickly stood on her other foot. With all my strength I forced her legs apart, again and again. It suited me to hold her like this while I fully recovered my senses. I must have nearly split her in two! Nobody could withstand this torture. I thought I was possibly doing her permanent damage but then I thought of what she would have done to Victoria or me or her next victim, given the chance, and pushed even harder. I'd never heard screaming like it! When she was clearly finished, I threw the leg down that I was holding such that she lay on her back and then stamped on her pussy and stomach. I then dropped my knees into her stomach, gave her a knife punch to her throat and started punching her magnificent breasts. I'm told I punched each five times. Blood flowed from the one I'd already bitten. Then a voice called "Stop hurting her, please!" It was Harry, who had stood up from his front row seat. Anastasia was only semi conscious now. Harry was crying. "Okay" I said standing up and walking over to Harry. I punched his throat and stomach before kneeing him in the groin. He collapsed to the floor. "I'll hurt you instead!" The attendants Fred and Joe had rushed in to restrain me but I held my hand up for them to stay back and was surprised when they actually did! The manager merely looked concerned and out of his depth. There was total silence except for Harry's sobbing. Anastasia was past sobbing. Joe had knelt to check on her prone form. "Tell us all, Harry, how many innocent young girls like Victoria have you duped into fighting your wife over the years?" I spat. "She makes me do it, please don't hurt me again." he sobbed. I knew I could hit him once more before Fred could restrain me. I lunged and smashed his nose flat to his face. As I stood up Fred gently laid his rough hands on my shoulders "That'll do Emma." he said softly. "Yes, Fred that'll do me but can you throw this rubbish out on the street please?" "Pleasure darling" he said as he roughly hoisted not so flash Harry onto his shoulder, as if he weighed no more than a fly whisk and carried him out, taking care to bang his head hard on the doorway! Joe likewise carried a now moaning Anastasia out on his shoulder. I looked at the five girls sitting in a row and they all looked back at me, smiling. Victoria, Bethany, Felicity and Sarah all had tears running down their faces. The stakes had been too high in this fight. Dawn gave me a nod of respect. Still nobody spoke. It was a moment that is fixed indelibly in my mind. I walked over to Victoria and extended my arm, she stood with difficulty and wrapped her arm round me for support. "Ladies and gentlemen, that concludes our wrestling and catfighting program for this evening. We hope you will join us upstairs for the usual hospitality." I couldn't resist saying as I lead Victoria from the room. Emma