Posted by Emma on 2/13/2003, 12:45 pm
Board Administrator

I had to hand it to our ferret of a manager, he was cunning like ferret as well as looking like one. Having duped our rival club into an inter club catfight tournament, he then offered all their girls much more money to come and work for us! The other club folded! Victoria had left us so we were down to five girls anyway. Sue from the other club had simply disappeared after she lost her catfight to me [cry baby!] so only four girls came across from the other club: Caroline, Alison, Simone and Sally. Whilst I was away on a trip, our manager staged another catfight tournament. Fred and Joe filled me in on what happened. Bethany v Sally Faked - but the punters didn't seem to care! Felicity v Simone Felicity put up a terrific fight, picking Simone off many times with well placed punches. She looked on the verge of pulling off an upset until Simone canoned her into the wall, winding her, then used her 140 pounds to straddle the 120 pound Felicity. Even then Felicity fought on until Simone managed to pin her arms with her knees. Felicity sensibly surrendered to avoid punches to her defenceless face. Both girls thought it a good fight. Sarah v Alison Mismatch. Alison punched Sarah at will. Although Sarah managed to grapple Alison and take her to the floor and Sarah excelled in the close in scratching, biting, hair pulling and kneeing that followed, Alison's greater strength allowed her to straddle Sarah and hit her with several hard breast punches which forced Sarah to surrender. Alison punched Sarah once more after she had surrendered. She claimed it was an accident. Fred and Joe thought otherwise. Dawn v Caroline Both these girls were my casual lovers at the time, which no doubt added a great deal of spice! I would have loved to have seen it for that reason alone but I had a feeling that it was going to be a terribly brutal fight. Both these girls had beaten Alison and been beaten by Victoria so they were bound to fight sooner or later. The fight lasted for twenty minutes - a prodigious time for a catfight in my book. They boxed and kicked doing each other terrible damage but neither gaining enough advantage to end the fight. They both knew enough to hurt each other but not quite enough to finish the other off. They hit each others faces, breasts and bodies repeatedly with full blooded, bare fisted punches. It was like an old time prize fight. There was much blood and tears and sobbing and cursing. I think that pride must have driven them both on. The audience apparently was shocked into silence at the sheer brutality of it. This was not by any means a sexy catfight, despite the girls involved being very attractive, it was just a slogging match. Finally Caroline got in a powerful knee to Dawn's pussy, dropping her to her knees. A haymaker to the chin finished her - virtually the only way to beat Dawn was to knock her out. Caroline apparently lay sobbing on the mat for ages herself, unable to move from the sheer pain wracking her body. Three days later, when I returned, she was still in a great deal of pain! Dawn was off work as a policewoman for three weeks. I saw her a week after the fight. For me, the most interesting part was seeing both girls afterwards, making love to them and getting their respective impressions of the fight and each other. The sexy, muscular university student Caroline and Dawn absolutely hated each other after that fight and only wanted to hurt the other more! Incredibly, Dawn was keen for a re-match and thought she would win "next time". Caroline was, if not quite as keen, certainly prepared to take up the challenge. It never happened for the simple reason that the manager knew there would be no demand from the viewing punters, most had been turned off by the spectacle and didn't find it sexy at all. I certainly would not enjoy a fight like that. I'd rather lose a fight than win a slugfest at that price. We never had another big catfight night again. The spirit in the club was also never to be the same, in fact its decline began from that moment. Fake fights, in which I had no interest, became the order of the day. A few years later the club ceased the wrestling and catfighting fixtures altogether and turned into a brothel. Emma