10 years ago....Donna, at 27, looks as though she's been in a war....In fact, she has been....Her brunette hair is matted with sweat...Her dress is torn from the top down...Her bra is dishelved, and her 36'c breasts, scratched and bruised, hang freely in the open air for all to see...Her tan pantyhose is shredded, and her toenails have long sinced poked their way thru their nylon sheath...She is sporting a black eye, and her nose is bleeding...She is unsteady as she and her black opponent circle each other, fists poised...The black girl is running her mouth, as she has been from the beginning of the fight...She is tagging Donna freely now...popping Donna in the mouth with her unerring right fist...Talking shit..."C'mon, bitch...give it up!....You don't want none of this...Oh, no you don't!"....The black girl's fists and mouth wear thin on Donna, who's greatest strength as a fighter is her ability to take a punch...And besides Donna's toughness, She has managed to do damage to the black girl, as well...Donna has worked the girl's body at the expense of her own face...Not only did Donna attack the girl's body with her fists, but around the 7 minute mark of the fight, which seems an eternity ago, Donna managed to wrestle her to the mat, and trap the girl's mid-section between Donna's powerful thighs...The black girl scratched and clawed and gouged her way free from scissor hold, but the damage had been done...From that point on, her breathing had become compromised, so now, even as the black girl is tagging Donna freely, her punches lack the pop they had in the beginning of the fight, to the point where they have now become an annoyance, along with that fucking mouth of hers, and so, it comes now to a point where Donna snaps, the resultant addrenalin rush allows her to overcome her exhaustion to grab the black girl by the hair, twist her around, and fling her into the turnbuckle behind her...The black girl slams hard into the corner, and Donna's feet go to work on her unprotected body...Donna's stocking feet stomp repeatedly into the Black girls ribs...And when the girl covers her body with her arms, Donna's fists go to work on her face....And when she covers her face, back come Donna's feet...stomping her again and again and again until the black girls slumps down in her corner, and then Donna's feet move from the girls body to her face, and that's when the referree jumps into the ring to pull Donna off of her and signal for the bell and the end of the fight, and a battered, bloodied, and bruised Donna once again cirlce's the ring, fists in the air, as "Tygers" reigning and undefeated Catfight Champion!....Donna is practically out on her feet as she makes her way thru the crowd, but will show her weakness to none of them...And in the background, the ring announcer is urging the crowd of onlookers to line up and purchase their tickets for Donna's next title defense...one month from tonight, as she wil defend her title against the number one contender, also undfeated...The Blond Whilrwind, Hurricane Laura!!!!.....But, as soon as my beautiful new bride makes her way to where I wait in the privacey of her dressing room, I can no sooner get my words of congratulations out of my mouth, when Donna suddenly turns pale and collapses into my arms...I help her to her dressing chair, but instead of sitting down, she turns to me instead, with tears streaming down her face...."I can't...I can't....no more...this one...she was like fighting a guy..."...She sobs uncontrollably now, holding me tight...."No more...please...No more..."...."Shhhhh...it's okay...It's okay...It's over...just like we agreed....When it got to much, we would end it....It's over, baby...27 fights...27 wins...ain't no girl from anywhere around here can touch that record....it's over....".....
end of part one...
