Posted by Emma on 6/21/2003, 1:51 pm
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The day had finally come. We had all looked forward to it, keyed up with anticipation but not quite believing that Michelle and her friends would actually turn up. We have had so many letdowns over the years. It seems that women who catfight for pleasure are rare, or at least, hard to find! Victoria, Roger and I had flown out from London to Elizabeth and Peter's palatial home in Sydney in February as arranged. When I say palatial it has a specially designed fighting room [usually used for billiards] with lots of space! The boys were a bit out in the cold as they had never met each other, or indeed each other's wives, but the fact that Elizabeth, Victoria and I had been lovers for years helped to break the ice. Somewhat. The tension was palpable as we sat waiting for our opponents to arrive. The appointed time came and went. Victoria, chest heaving with pent up adrenalin, swore violently. Elizabeth, calm and serene, merely remarked "Don't worry Sweetie, they're just young: being on time doesn't mean anything to them. I'm sure they'll come." I marvelled at their totally different responses to their first catfights in over 15 years. I thought about my own opponent: a 20 year old girl called Stella. Please come, I thought. Finally, nearly an hour late, two cars pulled up in the driveway. We all went outside, breathless and excited. Our eyes naturally went first to our own opponent. Stella was a stunningly attractive, well built blonde 5' 8 1/2" dressed in a tight, plain white teeshirt and blue jeans that suited her figure perfectly. I could well believe the 160 pounds she admitted to as I looked approvingly and longingly at her broad shoulders, deep chest, strong arms and legs and flat, hard stomach. I felt myself going weak at the knees at the thought of catfighting with this magnificent woman and wondered whether, at age 38 and 130 pounds, I was not biting off more than I could chew! Our eyes locked. I hugged her lightly and felt a quiver of excitement at the feel of her hard, young body. I gave her an air kiss. "Want to catfight with me Darling?" I purred. She looked at me as if I was a bit odd. "That's the general idea." she said with a faint smile. No stupid trash talking. I liked that. Stella's boyfriend Craig was a large, gormless, untidy looking youth who leered and said "Where's your man for me to beat up?" although he knew perfectly well that I did not have a man of my own as such but, along with Elizabeth, was being squired by her husband Peter. It had been arranged that Peter, if he was able to after fighting Michelle's boyfriend Mac in the first bout, would fight Craig in the first of any second round of bouts. Craig started as Peter, appearing right on cue, gripped his shoulder firmly and said "I'll be happy to accommodate you, sport, once I've dealt with Mac. Do we all want to move inside now?" I smiled at Peter's angry grimace and appreciated his protective response to Craig's pathetic attempt to embarrass me. The rules for our fights had been simply agreed as No Holds Barred except eye gouging. Strictly speaking that was it but we had also agreed that, for the catfights only, if a girl was on the ground we would, if possible, avoid punches, kicks etc to the head, in particular punching breasts was agreed to be preferable if you had a girl pinned. Thus you could still do whatever you had to do to win but we hoped to avoid any unnecessary, dangerous punishment to the head. Throats, breasts and pussies were agreed to be fair game, scratching, biting, hair pulling and ripping of bikinis was allowed [indeed encouraged!] in addition to headbutts, knees, elbows, punching, kicking and any wrestling move. We agreed that we all wanted desperate "all in" catfights. As it turned out it was good that this had all been spelt out clearly before the contests began, as, strangely, NHB can sometimes mean different things to different people. As it was impossible to agree on any form of refereeing, the role of the second holding the towel for a fighter assumed crucial importance. If in their opinion their fighter was either unable to give their submission themselves or was suffering dangerous punishment, they could throw the towel and stop the fight. That decision was final and the fight would not be restarted if their fighter wanted to continue. A second throwing the towel was allowed to go onto the mat to ensure that it had been seen by the victorious fighter and to ensure that they stopped punishing their opponent. If necessary the second was allowed to intervene to the extent necessary to stop further punishment of their fighter. The opposing second was also allowed to go onto the mat once the towel was thrown and was expected to pull their fighter off their victim if necessary and to generally "mark" the other second. We hoped by these means to ensure fair contests and to avoid anybody getting seriously hurt. It was agreed that anybody could back out of a bout at any time if they did not want to go through with it. It had to be that way. At the same time it was agreed that a substitute from the same side should be found to take the bout if at all possible. Elizabeth had suggested that her favourite word "SURRENDER" should be used to signal submission and this was agreed to. With regret we had had to agree to Michelle & Co's demands that we fight in bikini's rather than nude [though with the loser's bikini to be forfeited to the winner of each bout] and that there be no facesitting, humiliation or other "funny stuff" after submission. For our part we were acutely conscious of the risk of an all in brawl breaking out with the odds six to five against us. For this reason Peter had vetoed them bringing any more members of their gang to watch, which became a real sticking point. For this reason he also wanted to "take out" Mac himself in the very first bout to minimise the risk of any problems. Challenges for second round bouts could be made at any time, to take place later the same day, the following day or on the following two weekends that Victoria, Roger and I were still in the country. We hoped to schedule some wrestling matches with them as well. If things did not get out of control on the first day Peter had agreed that they could bring the rest of their gang to the later fixtures. Elizabeth and Peter's friend Cath would also attend on the second weekend, and although, for reasons I'll go into later, she would not be catfighting, she is a fearsome wrestler.