Posted by Emma on 12/20/2002, 7:33 am
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We had two full days of complete rest at my flat before the fights. The only exercise we did was stretching and vigorously making love! We ate carefully and drank no alcohol [that was hard!]. We felt good when we arrived at the club that night. The first catfight was between Sally and Bethany. It was a good even, if fairly short, fight. After some inconclusive tangles and missing punches Bethany got in a great punch to one of Sally's breasts, as Sally folded over, she took her in a headlock from behind and forced a very sexy submission from her. I was happy for Bethany, it was her first win in a catfight for a while. They both came straight away in the 69 and sat together with Felicity afterwards. Simone and Sarah took to the mat. The voluptuous women were also well matched. After they both threw some ineffectual punches they went to the floor pulling hair. They indulged in some breast and pussy mauling. Sarah eventually got astride Simone and raised her fist to breast punch before asking Simone if she wished to give in. Simone wisely submitted to avoid unnecessary punishment. They'd barely started their 69 when they both came! Dawn and Alison quickly got the next fight underway. It was long and shockingly brutal. Dawn had obviously continued her training and in my opinion would have beaten Fiona that night, she had improved that much! The trouble was Alison was nearly as good. They stood toe to toe for ages and simply traded punches to the head and breasts. Both their faces and bodies were bloodied but they continued. Dawn got a kick in to Alison's pussy and followed up with savage punches to the head that battered Alison to the ground. Dawn straddled her. "Mercy" cried Alison. Even though it was meant to be a fight to a knockout Fred and Joe had come out to stop it. They weren't needed. Dawn smiled slowly, shifted forward onto Alison's face and quickly came with a gigantic, shuddering orgasm that seemed to shake the building! The contrast with the slim little girls Sally and Felicity in the next fight was incredible, as Vic and I had intended it to be when we planned the program for the evening. We wanted Vic's fight to be immediately before mine and for mine to be the finale but it was only fair to give spunky little Sally a rest after her first fight. This was the best compromise. Vic and I also wanted to strike a sexier note before her fight with Caroline, after what we correctly suspected would be the bloody brutality of the Dawn v Alison fight. The sexy little girls did not disappoint and their almost elegant catfight seemed to clear the air. Felicity pulled the same trick she had on Victoria in their first fight. There is certainly nothing wrong with having some favourite manoeuvres up your sleeve, as long as you can use them on different opponents! Felicity feinted high with her left, then drove her right into Sally's pussy, taking her easily to the mat in a full nelson for a long sexy submission. Their 69 was noisy and fun to watch! I noticed that Sue and Caroline had sat apart on the mats watching these fights. Sue had recently defeated Caroline for the club championship, afterall and it was clear there was tension between them. By contrast, Vic and I had sat close together, cuddled and played with each other. It was great to watch the other girls from our club doing so well. I said "Good luck Vic darling. Beat her for me will you?" We kissed and she said "I will Emma, for you darling. You make sure you beat Sue for me!" She blew her pale faced husband to be in a month, Roger, a kiss. She walked with none of her customary strut. She was not afraid, she was not afraid of anything actually, certainly not of losing. Rather there was more of a measured sobriety, a deliberateness to her movements. This would be her greatest challenge and she knew it. Her well built 19 year old body looked magnificent as she moved with the assured grace of the ballet dancer she was. I knew why Roger's face was pale. I felt the same bittersweet emotions as I watched somebody I cared about prepare to engage in a sexy but ultimately dangerous no holds barred catfight! I drew some comfort from the fact that Fred and Joe, whose judgement I trusted implicitly, had rated her chances as 50:50 and that this assessment was based on her last fight six months ago whereas I knew she had improved enormously since then under Bobs tutelage. Caroline looked fantastic too, a very well built young girl. They smiled at each other now, enjoying the sensation of contemplating the woman they were about to fight with. Victoria stood flat footed, hands out like claws as she closed. I watched Caroline's eyes widen at this as she took the bait and rushed forward. Victoria changed her stance as she skipped lightly sideways and hit Caroline, caught on the wrong foot, with no less than five unanswered punches. Victoria's manoeuvres were a favourite bar room brawl trick of Bobs and ought to have decided the fight then and there. Badly hurt, Caroline somehow managed to dive forward and land a big right handed punch in Vic's pussy. Vic doubled up and screamed in agony. She was nevertheless in better shape than Caroline who lay face down on the floor, her knees weakly slipping out from under her as she tried to rise. It was awesome to watch Vic's face from only ten feet away as she sought to master the pain that afflicted her. Sheer will power forced her to move to straddle the helpless Caroline from behind and take her in a full nelson. She was only just in time for Caroline's senses returned. It was a glorious sight to see these two powerful women locked together struggling in this hold, grunting furiously, until after about twenty minutes trying to break out, completely spent, Caroline was forced to submit to Victoria. Their 69 had a desperate animal quality to it as they rolled over and over on the mats making all sorts of glorious noises! They sat cuddled together to watch Sue and I in the last fight. But first, Victoria had suggested one final touch! I stood up stiffly, I'd been sitting on the mats for a long time now! I stretched thinking "Gosh it's nice to be a spectator! Now I have to beat this magnificent girl somehow or look like a complete pillock!" The lights went out and I made my way to the dressing room, guiding Sue into the unfamiliar room. The lights went on. Sue and I, who had been happily sitting around in the nude all night, now got quickly dressed, her into her police uniform, me into my air hostess one, both with hats and all! The lights went on and Sue emerged to the theme song from a well known police show! When this had finished I emerged to the music from the TV add for my airline. We walked up and down hand in hand imitating catwalk models, stopping finally in front of the, by now completely beserk, crowd. We knocked each others hats off and started to undress each other. Sue was grinning as broadly as I was. Finally we removed each others stockings and knickers and bowing to the crowd, turned and walked hand in hand to the centre of the mats, kissed and separated. She came at me straight away in a Karate crouch, I blocked her high left and right blows and retreated slightly, as Bobs had taught me. Having raised my guard high, her left slashed again straight away but lower, as a knife punch aimed at my throat, now a little too far away though as I retreated. I punched her fingers head on with my right fist, breaking several of them. Bobs had a thing about how stupid it was to throw knife punches in this situation and how easy it is to counter them in this way. I silently breathed my thanks to him as she screamed and clutched her shattered hand in front of her. There was no need to do anything else. The contrast with the sexy striptease of only a few moments before, of this confident, strong, flirtatious woman, reduced in a few seconds of combat to a helpless cripple, completely at my mercy, was sobering. There was no cheering, just silence. The crowd was as stunned as I, and no doubt she, was. She sobbed from the sheer pain but looked up at me and realising I had made no effort to follow up and beat her when she was as good as helpless, managed a smile, more like a grimace, of thanks. "I shall have to concede." she said, raising her voice with an effort. "I'm sorry darling." I said as I went to her and put my arm around her shoulder. "Here, let me help you." I said. I helped her to dress, packed up her things for her and waited in the foyer with her and her club's manager for the cab to come to take her to the hospital. I would have gone with her but she said, brave tears still running from her eyes, "No your place is here Emma, after your great victory. I knew the risks. You beat me fair and square. There's nothing you can do at the hospital. There's an end to it." "I hope we can be friends." I said, meaning it. "I'd like that." she said. But I never saw her again. I walked slowly upstairs to the party not knowing quite how I felt. Had her knife punch connected with my throat it would have been me on the way to hospital. The buzz in the room died as I walked in. The saucy Victoria stood, totally and unashamedly nude, with one arm around a nude Caroline's waist and a glass of champagne in the other. Victoria strutted up to me and bumping her tummy into mine and laying her hands on my shoulders and pulling them about in a mock struggle, said "I was going to fight you next but I've thought the better of it!" The room dissolved into laughter. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. So I did both as I held onto my irrepressible girlfriend. Emma