[LondonMaria]

[Amy Gill]

Too easy 

[LondonMaria]

The crowds part as I make my way towards the arranged meeting spot.  Camera phones  flash.  There is a feeling of disbelief that a Jersey girl has beaten Sandra in the previous fight.  I know from my socials that Amy, my opponent, is feeling confident.  I pull my lbd down just enough so that my bum cheeks are not showing whilst still keeping my tits from spilling out.  I check the straps on my heels and flick my hair nervously.  Finally the last few bodies make way and Amy and I lock eyes.  Without waiting for the referee to bring us together, we instantly rush one another like 2 rival schoolgirls meeting on the school rugby pitch at 4pm on a Friday.  I grab 2 handfuls of her mane and look into the whites of her eyes.

[LondonMaria]

As Amy starts to ragdoll me, I let go of her mane and give her a full-throated slap.  The palm of my hand feels like it is on fire, but this is nothing compared to the pain she is now feeling.  I raise my knee to her crotch, but only make partial contact, overbalancing on my stiletto and we both tip to the side.  I twist in the air so that i land on top of her.

[Amy Gill]

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