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Watching Donna prepare for the fight was a major turn-on for me.
 
She emerged from the bedroom with perfect hair and make-up, and wearing a form-complimenting teal, short-sleeve pullover and white capri pants that accentuated her long strong legs and powerful calves, and of course, her very sexy feet.
 
She sat in the chair opposite me and strapped on a boss-looking pair of sandals that would remain securely on her feet if she chose to fight in them, or be easily peeled off by hand--which is also a turn-on--if the situation called for them to be removed.
 
I could not take my eyes off of her awesome body and legs and sandaled, bare feet as Donna strode with purpose toward's Connie's yard, with me in submissive tow.
 
When we arrived at Connie's place, we found that several of our other neighbors were waiting for Donna to arrive.  There must have been 40 of them altogether, and Donna was taken aback by this, as she had not expected to fight in front of a crowd.  But, it was too late to back out now, and besides, Donna has never backed down from another woman in her life. And so, she accepted the circle of onlookers that parted for her, and made a mental note that this was just one more thing to make her want to beat the shit out of Connie.
 
We heard the back door of Connie's house open and shut, and the onlookers opposite us opened wide for Connie to pass thru them.  Connie had a reputation for being a "tuff girl" and on that day, she certainly looked the part.  Two inches (i'd say) taller then Donna, and while Donna had a "thick" body, Connies was slender and she had long arms and legs, and she was a Bitch, with a permanent, haughty look of entitlement on her face that said "I'm better than you".  She was wearing a black sports bra  and black, calf-length bicycle pants...She wore no shoes, and her toes were painted blood red.  Seeing that Connie was barefoot, Donna braced herself on my shoulder and reached down to remove her sandals.  Then, she pulled two hair pins from her pocket and tied her hair up into a tight knot.  Connie did not have to do this, as her blonde hair, which she normally wore long and flowing, had been cropped short,  specifically to fight Donna.  Connie had taken her fight with Donna very seriously, but so did Donna.  Both women then removed their earrings and jewlery and then, as if some unseen, silent signal had been given, Donna and Connie began to circle each other, barefoot, on the lush grass.
 
Both women held their fists raised high.  Both had intented to go head hunting..
 
At first, they hesitated and feinted at one another, but then came together in a flurry of punches.  They danced around on their bare feet, throwing closed fist punches like a couple of school girls on "You Tube".   Their punches were unerring and relentless.  Neither woman attempted any defense.  From the moment they met two years previous, on and every occasion since that they had ever come face-to-face, both women could think of nothing else but these very moments when they would finally get their hands on each other. 
 
It started innocently enough.  They met at a neighborhood association meeting.  They were on opposite sides of a debate, and the debate became heated.  Each would say later how she didn't know what came over her, that there was something about the other that rubbed her the wrong way.  They had a mutual instant distaste for one another at their first meeting, and a verbal grudge fight would take place on their every subsequent meeting.  This went on for about a year, when Connie got in an actual fist-fight with one of her neighbors.  The cops were called almost immediately, but by the time they arrived, Connie had already kicked her neighbor's ass.   Word of Connies fight spread like wildfire, and naturally it made it's way to Donna.  It made it's way to Donna alot, in fact.  Donna heard about Connie so much that she got tired of it very quickly.  And she spoke the words that lit the fuse.
 
"I don't see why everyone's making such a big deal about this...It doesn't sound like it was much of a fight, and if the cops stopped it, Connie really didn't win it"
 
"DId you ever fight, Donna?"
 
"A few times"
 
"Do you think you could take Connie in a fight?"  Donna quickly tried to diffuse the situation.
 
"I really don't want any trouble with Connie"
 
But it was too late...Donna's verbal undermining of Connies great triumph was all the excuse Connie needed to start trouble, and she did exactly that.

Donna and Connie's faces were beat red from the punches they had landed on each other.  But neither woman could slow the other's assault.  Nonetheless, Connie found herself retreating as Donna pressed onward,    so Connie changed tactics and brought her feet into play, throwing kicks at Donna's body, The kicks were unerring, and Connie was able to land them at will.  One of them made Donna grunt loudly and bend over at the waist.  Connie, anxious to finish Donna off, rushed in for the kill.  Suddenly, Donna whirled and threw a reverse heel-kick that slammed into Connies body with such force that Connie was practically lifted off of her feet.   Connie clutched her stomach and bent over at the waist, but, unlike Donna, Connie wasn't playing possum, as Donna's unerring kick had nailed Connie's ribs, dead on, and Donna took advantgage of her opening.   
 
The challenge came in writing.  It was a flier, and it was left in our mail box.  When Donna got home from work that day, she had kicked off her shoes and was sitting in her recliner, going over the mail when she saw it.  She could not believe her eyes.
 
"You are cordially invited to my back yard, this coming Saturday night, to watch me fight Donna, as I will successfully defend my title of "Queen of the Hood".  Please do not bring children, as blood will be drawn.  The fight will begin tentatively at 7:30, unless Donna is afraid to show up.  If that is the case, we will all move to Donna's house, where I will drag her fat ass onto her front lawn, where I will give her the beating of her life"
 
Donna grabbed Connie's short hair with her left hand and proceeded to throw uppercuts into Connie's chest and face, with devastating force.  Donna let go of Connie, and Connie reeled.  She was stunned and unable to defend her face as Donna pasted her with left and right head shots that drew blood from Connie's mouth.  Connie retreated and found her back up against a tree put her hands up to cover her face, and Donna changed tactics again, throwing both her left and right feet, kicking Connie repeatedly in her exposed ribs.  Connie let out a gutteral, animalistic growl, and lunged at Donna, swinging wildly.  Donna easily ducked under Connies intended haymakers and, planting her bare feet firmly in the grass, Donna stepped into right-handed uppercuts into Connie's ribs.  Donna then went Muai-tai and clapsed her hands behind Connie's neck and then she threw alternate knees into Connies chest.  Connie's sport's bra served Donna well, holding Connie's tits in place to allow Donna's knees to strike dead on, and then, when it was becoming evident to all watching the end of the fight was near, Donna planted her feet yet again, pile-driving fist after fist after fist into Connie's ribs, until blood spurted from Connie's mouth.  Connie's husband then threw in the towel and cried "No More!...It's over!!!"   Donna danced backwards, fists raised in a fighting stance, to be safe.  Connie's husband rushed to tend to Connie as she staggered forward and dropped to the grass in the fetal position.
 
The crowd was stunned into silence from what they had just witnessed.  Donna walked over to me, where I handed her her sandals, and the circle of onlookers parted like the Red Sea.  There were looks of appreciation in the eyes of some of the men, while some of the women casted glares of resentment.  As we approached the edge of the grass, Donna reached down and put on her sandals, and as I looked at the faces watching her, I got the impression this wasn't going to be Donna's last fight.
 
It was a good thing for me, I wore black pants that day...... 

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After Donna beat up Connie, none of the other women in the neighborhood stepped up to challenge her for her "Queen of the Hood" title, especially after the way Connie spit up blood just before she hit the grass to end the fight.
The blood was a result of a cut Connie received on the inside of her mouth, compliments of Donna's fists, but to the circle of onlookers, it appeared Connie bled as a result of Donna busting up her ribs.  Connie wasn't going to tell anyone the truth.  She wanted no more of Donna, and if everyone thought she Donna had damaged her ribs, no one would think any less of her is she didn't challenge Donna to a rematch.  Donna wasn't going to tell anyone the truth, either.  If there were any potential challenges from the other women, they were quickly squelched by the brutality with which their new "Queen" had disposed of her rival.  And that was fine with Donna, because it meant she wasn't going to be challenged to fight again anytime soon.
Or so she thought.

Unbeknownst to my 5'6" tall, barefoot battling beauty, one of Connie's friends happened to work for the same company that Donna did, and she quickly spread word around Donna's office about the fight, adding that Donna now thought she was hot shit, and with the right provocation, she would fight again.
 
Donna, in an effort to hide her recent pugulistic activity from her co-workers, used a week of vacation time to allow her cuts and bruises to heel.  So, by the time she returned to the office the following Monday, the office was buzzing with the news of Donna's fight.

Donna could tell something was up.  People were treating her the same, but they were ill at ease when they were around her.  They were unsure as to whether or not she wanted to talk about it, so they respected her privacey, but at the same time, she could feel something was definately in the air.  Out of the corner of her eye, she could see people whispering about her.  When she entered the breakroom for coffee, conversation all but halted.  She was starting to get pissed off, and by mid-morning, she was ready to stand up and ask out loud, to no one in particular, what the fuck was going on.

And that's when her boss, Steve, called her into his office.

Now, Steve, he wasn't just her boss.  Years before Donna and I met, Steve was her lover, and to say they were great together was putting it mildly.  They were both strong-willed individuals, which resulted in an intense sexual friction between them.  However, as great as the sex between them was, that same friction often spilled over into other aspects of their relationship, which resulted in several break-ups.  It was during one of these break-ups that Steve met his current wife, Linda.  Steve banged Linda, got her pregnant, and in an effort to do the right thing--which wasn't something Steve did often--Steve married her.  Donna was furious, to say the least.  At the time, she confronted Linda about "stealing her man", but Linda was pregnant and couldnt fight.  She did, however, promise Donna that on the day her baby was born, she would get out of her maternity bed and come looking for her.  Donna, in return, promised Linda she would not be hard to fight.   However, six months after that scorching verbal confrontation, Donna met me, and we started dated and eventually, we were married.  It didn't bother me that I got her on the rebound.  Such a beautful woman with a volatile personality and a history of fighting was more woman than I ever dreamed of.  For her part, Donna compensated for her true love being betrothed to another by her reasoning that Steve had betrayed her, and that She knew I would be true to her, and she was right.

And so, Donna sat in Steve's office, legs crossed, her leg moving up and down to beat the band.  She was tense and pissed, and she wanted answers, and by the wry smile on his face, She knew he had them.  After several moments of silence, Donna finally spoke..  More like, snapped, actually...

"What's going on, Steve?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing, kitten....Is something bothering you?"

"Don't call me that...You lost the right to call me that when you married that whore!"

"She's not a whore, Donna...She's my Wife"   Donna was not about to explode....Confident he had her worked up to where he wanted her, he continued.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to fight again?...You know how much it always turned me on to watch you fight."

"How do you know about that??"

"One of your neighbors works here...Her husband videotaped the fight...and gave me a copy"

"Who???...Who was it!"

"Sorry, hon...I promised her anonymity in exchange for the video"

"You're a fucking asshole, Steve, you know that?...I want that tape, and I want to know who gave it to you!"

"You surprise me, Donna...You told me once a long time ago you weren't going to fight again, and yet, here you are, brawling in public"

"She started it...for two years she pushed me!"

"And yet, here you are, ready to fight again....That is why you want to know who it was...so you can fight her, right?"

"Why, Steve?...Why are you doing this to me...You've been my boss for five years now, and we've never--"

"That's right...we've never...And that's not like us....We've been avoiding each other and I've been watching a magnificient woman, both in an out of bed, wilt away in the arms of a man she feels is safe....You don't want to hook up with me?, fine...but you were...you are...a natural born fighter...and you Love to Fight...you know you do!..."

"You want to see me fight, Steve?...Tell me who she is, and be outside in the parking lot at quitting time!...And after I'm thru with her, I just might kick Your ass too, for fucking with me like this!"

"Donna...I'm doing this for you....I'm doing this so you can get your very natural freak on, and make some serious money at the same time....I want to help you undo your restraints, and do what comes natural to you.....and make $1,000 dollars in the process"

"What the fuck are you talking about about?"

"The reason I called you in here...the real reason...is that I'm not the only manager in the company who loves a good catfight...There are others...and every once in a while, we get together, and pay two women to fight it out for us, in our very private circle of onlookers...And I know what you're thinking, but you're wrong...there's no nudity...no lingerie...no bikini's or swinsuits or leotards, or anything like that....We only ask our women to show up wearing their everyday casual outdoor clothes....and simply...fight!"

"For a thousand dollars?

"That's the purse, but, of course, to insure the utmost in competition, it's winner take all"

"Of course it is"

"Donna...sweetheart...I made a mistake with Linda....And it cost me you...It cost me Us....I know I can never have that again...but...I still know you better than any man...and I still have feelings for you, and it kills me to see you like a bird, walking with clipped wings, instead of flying, as you should be....You know I'm right....But dispite feeling this way, i've said nothing...Until I saw you...the real you...emerge again....Do this...Donna....Do it for me....Let me see you fight again...But, more importantly...Do it for yourself...."

As pissed as she was...as much as she wanted to slap his face for manipulating her...She knew he was right....She still had feelings for him...and the taste of Connie's blood had awakened something that lay dormant inside of her....She could not believe how she was feeling, but she could not help feeling it....She could not believe what she was about to say, but she said it anyway....

"Who do you have in mind?"