I lay in the bed with the sheets pulled between my legs. My legs uncovered outside the sheets. I pull the linen up to my chin and stare at the tattoo on my right foot, but I don't really see it. My mind is a thousand miles away. A few months ago, if you had told me the Arena would be the success it is today...or that I would be in charge of advertising....I would have said you are nuts. But the Chief Executive Officer has done a magnificent job, and his recruiting has been second to none. I bite my lower lip and keep staring at the ink on my foot, and I have to admit I really feel great! The Arena is preparing for it's first prime time television show, and the lineup is second to none. I purse my lips and remember then that the club champion hates me. But that can be handled.
He walks out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam from a hot shower. I can't help but giggle at the sight of his powerful, nude body as he strolls confidently toward the bed we now share. I bite my bottom lip and look into those gorgeous eyes as he sits down beside me and says, "Penny for your thoughts?"
I keep looking into Jeffery W. Restles eyes and I nearly swoon. Literally, I nearly pass out! This guy is gorgeous! And I am here with him. I blush a little and say the dumbest thing I can think of, "I'm not. I'm just thinking about a buncha stuff." He smiles patiently and rolls into the bed, pulling me into his arms.
A little while later, we both lay in the tangled sheets and ponder the future of the Arena. Something we both know we have invested heavily in. Friday's show is something we are banking on to be a success. To help matters along, Jeffery came up with the idea to name Misty (that bitch ) the club champion and kick off a tournament to find the number one contender. This is a truly amazing idea that I wholeheartedly endorse. I better have faith in it. My whole future is riding on it.
I thumb through the list of contenders and one match-up immediately comes to my attention. The one which will take place this Friday. If the viewers are simply looking for two beautiful women to entertain them for a little while by trying to take each other apart at the seems, they need look no farther. The two combatants are second to none.
Looking at the photo of the first one, I am struck by her resemblance to Marilyn Monroe. Which can only be a good thing for the Arena. One photo in particular catches my attention. It oozes a sensuality that simply hasn't been seen since the iconic actress of so many years ago.
Hot Gladys
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=4010I turn to her opponent. I gasp aloud when I see the former model on paper in front of me! Former, hell! She still is a model! Statuesque and exotic. A European aire completes the image. Of course there is one photo in her jacket I just find amazing, as well. The coyness and beguiling beauty that words simply cannot describe.
Kara the Body
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=10293Jeffery has pulled off another coup! I can already tell. I put the folders aside and kiss him gently on the lips. He smiles in his sleep then pulls me under the sheets.
The next few days literally fly by.
The big night finally arrives and I think I may be more nervous than any of the combatants. This is a special night, and the crowd knows it. Events in the Arena are usually semi-casual. Tonight it is totally formal. Dressed to kill in a low cut red dress that shows my legs, I arrive with Jeffery...who I must say looks stunning in a black tux with a dark red rose in the lapel that matches my dress. The evening would be perfect except for one minor thing.
Two rows behind me sits Misty. And from the look on her face, she isn't ready to make amends anytime soon.
I try my best to ignore her, but it's hard to stop the daggers being stared into my back. I only relax some when Serena comes and takes the seat behind me. We greet like the old friends we are. She smirks when she sees Misty, but she smiles and winks.
The time finally comes and the introduction to the very first live broadcast from the Arena is given. Jeffery is interviewed and even I am asked for my opinion...which I muddle through without really embarrassing myself. After a few whirlwind moments, things return to normal here, and the reason the Arena is popular rises to the top.
Jeffery introduces Kara first. The whole crowd gasps when she walks into the room wearing only a black thong and bra. I take a gulp when I see her blonde curls cascading down to her shoulders. Her listed height and weight are 5'7" 136 lbs. She looks to be in her mid 30s. She saunters around the room, waving playfully at the crowd then at the cameras. She takes her place on one side and waits for her opponent.
Gladys enters the room with a little less flair that her opponent, but she brings that incredible sensuality with her. Her 5'5½, 125 lbs. body clad in the same red bikini from the photo I was so taken by. She is a lot younger, maybe 25, or so. Her blonde hair falling in wild ringlets and curls just like a wind blown Marilyn Monroe. She doesn't play to the crowd like Kara, instead her blue eyes bore in on her opponent. She looks tense where Kara looks relaxed.
The crowd finally settles down and takes their seats. The stakes of the tournament are read and the last wagers are made. Finally, the signal is given for the match to begin.
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Part Two
The lights dim in the Arena so that the focus will be on the two combatants. When they are isolated from the rest of the crowd, they're contrasts become even more striking. Jeffery has a masterful eye of finding polar opposites to spice up the competition. There are similarities, however. Both are blonde, and both are from California. However, this is where the similarities end.
When I look at Kara, I think of symphonies and operas. Classic beauty wrapped in the perfect package. She has it all and she knows it. Her quiet confidence makes sure attention is drawn to her in any situation. Quiet fortitude is the name of her game. A silent demeanor that belies a fiery personality that will erupt in passion. She may be from California, but she is subdued...yet wicked...Bay Area California. Beautiful but covering a violent, in your face personality. She reminds me so much of the weekend I spent at Pebble Beach, on the rocky central California coast. Beautiful and dangerous. Serene and screaming at the same time.
Then there is Gladys. Fun in the sun Gladys. The quintessential SoCal girl. Instead of symphonies and string music, hard rock comes to mind. Every bit a match for Kara, when it comes to beauty. But nothing is hidden when seeing her. Her passion oozes to the surface. Nothing quiet, just like the Hollywood of the Marilyn Monroe Era. Up front, direct, in your face. Subdued just isn't the name of her game. Her beauty demands to be seen. She would draw attention dressed in tattered rags. A bright smile belies the mischief in this woman's heart. Where Kara is more the quiet super model, Gladys is the movie star. Always shimmering. Always shining. The candle in the wind. Except there isn't a breeze strong enough to extinguish this flame, her personality screams. Nothing is going to keep her down.
"You will be so fun to break."
This statement brings me out of my reverie. I'm not sure which one said it, but if I had to gamble on it, I would bet it was Kara. It seems I caught a little Eastern Europe in the accent. I would also be willing to bet Gladys sounds all southern California when she talks. I wait to find out when her reply will obviously come, but even I am shocked when she does respond.
But not as shocked as Kara, obviously.
Instead of coming back with a flippant comment, Gladys responds to Kara's remark by slapping her so hard Kara's head snaps so violently that she nearly falls to the floor.
So much for exchanging pleasantries.
The two blondes fly into each other with an intensity that surprises every one in the room. But also pleases those of us who have a vested interest in the success of this forum. Shrieks, yelps, and cries erupt from both combatants as they open the match by simply erupting into a violent catfight. No wrestling to be found her. Take that, Marissa and Holly!
It becomes apparent that Gladys isn't going to waste any time trying to beat her older, bigger opponent. She follows her initial slap with a clawing fury. Tearing at blonde hair and ripping at eyes. Slaps rain down on bare skin and the slightly heavier Kara is on the defensive very early. Gladys' strategy is obvious to even a dummy like me....attack early and often. Take the fight away from Kara. Don't let her get an edge.
As for Kara, I'll give her credit. Her cool demeanor hasn't wavered one bit. She seems determined to let the smaller blonde's mercurial attack flame out like a shooting star. She back peddles, but I never get the impression that she is retreating. It's more like she is drawing Gladys into a web. Toying with her, in fact. She will unload a hard slap with every few steps she takes backwards...almost like she is trying to keep the smaller girl on the attack. It seems as if she is setting her up for something.
And attack Gladys does. She forces Kara to back peddle until she finds the wall behind her, then she forces her to scoot down the wall. Hands still raking at hair and eyes. Finally, it occurs to me what Kara is doing. I see the corner coming, and I want to scream at Gladys to watch out, but she will have to figure this one out on her own. When they near the turn in the wall, the taller woman suddenly goes on the offensive.
It's almost as if she flipped a switch. It's also obvious to the audience who is the most experienced. Kara's hands flash out and grip the smaller girl's throat and she shoves her into the junction in the wall. Her knee lifts hard into Gladys' body. Fortunately for the younger woman, she is no rookie when it comes to fighting. She crouches as much as she can and lifts one thigh. This move deflects Kara's knee and instead of taking a match-ending shot to the crotch, she takes a glancing...yet painful...blow to the tummy. Her body sags, but Kara refuses to let her drop. Instead she pushes her arms forward and slams the back of the younger woman's head into the wall.
"Heyyyyy" I exclaim as I am rudely pushed aside and wedged out of my seat. I turn to look at who his muscling her way between Jeff and me and see a towering brunette I have never met before, but I have certainly heard about. I start to shove my way back to my seat, but a sharp cry from the Arena floor draws my attention back to the two combatants.
"Fuck you bitch! The 'niners will take it all this year!" The taller blonde exclaims just after slamming her right fist into Gladys' belly. But the smaller blonde isn't going down easily. In retaliation, she rakes her nails down her rival's beautiful face in an attempt to free herself from the corner. Kara shrieks and backpedals a couple steps allowing the smaller girl to squirm free.
Gladys...now back on the offensive...wastes no time in taking the fight to her enemy. Showing no signs of the brutal assault she endured in the corner, she rushes the statuesque blonde and tackles her around the waist (appropriate, I think, since the NFL keeps being mentioned), twisting her to the floor. They land in a heap and both immediately begin struggling to get on top.
Smooth, tanned skin rolls over alabaster flesh as the two beauties begin what can only be described as wrestling matching wills as much as matching skill levels. I'm very impressed at how knowledgeable these two are at the art of war (Sun Tzu, not to mention Hulk Hogan, would be very proud of this spectacle). Legs intertwine and arms strain to take control. First Gladys is on top, then Kara rolls her onto her side then over, and then back to Gladys. The audience holds it's collective breath to see which one comes out on top of this little game. I glance around at the television cameras so discreetly placed and wonder what the audience at home thinks of what they are witnessing. Are they shocked? Disgusted? Entranced? I bite my lower lip and silently hope this is a success. So many of us are counting on it.
After a few minutes, Gladys begins to find a little advantage. Using her speed, she slips behind the taller woman. It must be obvious to her that they can't keep going at the pace they started, and now it seems the younger girl is satisfied to slow things down a bit. From behind the larger Kara, Gladys wraps her own long legs around her opponent's sides and begins trying to lock her ankles. Kara has obviously been in this spot before, because she wedges her elbows into the little gap when Gladys' inner thighs meet Kara's smooth skin. Ouch! I say to myself, that has got to be painful! And I know I'm right just by looking at Gladys' eyes, but she seems willing to fight through the pain to keep this debilitating hold on her larger rival.
Now that the action has slowed a bit, I tilt my head to my right and get a good look at the woman who forced me out of the way. I could douse her with my glass of wine, but that would probably cause a scene, and I don't want to do that to the two women who deserve our attention. So I "accidentally" elbow her in the ribs when I reach for my camera.
"Oops...sorry," I say with a coy smile as she spills her own glass of wine on her gorgeous evening gown. Trying to look shy and totally sorry for my clumsiness. Before she can respond, I turn my attention back to the combatants, preparing to take a nice shot of Gladys' long, powerful legs squeezing Kara's slender, sleek flanks when an elbow hits me in the side causing me to capture a nice shot of the ceiling lights.
"Oops...sorry," I hear from my right.
Kara stops digging her elbows into Gladys' thighs and desperately starts driving them back toward her face (what is it with the elbows all of a sudden?). Gladys retaliates by grabbing a fistful of blonde hair and twisting so hard Kara's chin touches her shoulder. She shrieks and the whole audience gasps sharply. Wow! Is all I can say as I try to muscle some space between Rikki and Francine. I'm not the biggest person in the world, but I can't do my job with these two crowding in on me. "Give me some space, Rikki! I won't fight you for panties, I promise," I say with a giggle.
The hair pulling infuriates the older Kara. Her elbows rain back harder and one finally finds it's mark. The point sinks deeply into the side of Gladys' left breast. The smaller blonde winces and gasps in shock, but to her credit she manages to keep the scissors locked around Kara's waist. These two are warriors, I tell myself while I watch in awe of their abilities and they're resilience.
A second elbow finally forces Gladys to release her scissors. This one catches her in the middle of the chest and knocks the wind from her. As she rolls away, Kara grabs one of her legs and twists her foot roughly. As she cries out, Gladys drives her other knee into the Kara's back. After that, the battle of wills still rages, but we are back to a wild catfight.
"Ow! Damn! Watch it!"
I realize that cry didn't come from the combatants but from my right. Jeff usually likes when I reflexively dig my nails into his thigh. Oh shit! Jeff isn't the one next to me now.
"Oops...sorry," I say blushing, quickly pulling my hand away.
"I'd kick both of their asses," a confident voice behind me says after a tap on my shoulder. "Shush, Jess," I reply to the voice behind me.
The two combatants roll across the floor with hands tangled into blonde hair. A light sheen of sweat glistens off their skin and their grunts and yelps fill the otherwise silent room. Looking around the room, I see the tv commentator has Misty sitting with him. Wearing a headset, she must be doing color commentary for the broadcast. Good choice, I think to myself.
Back on the floor, Gladys has rolled her foe onto her back and she is attempting a straddle with her hands still twisted deeply in Kara's hair. Kara is fighting like the lioness she is. Her claws raking her rival's breasts and tummy.
I look at the cameras again and think, this has to have the audience enthralled.
I have been so wrapped up in watching the two women battling so ferociously...and trying to shake the yuckies of my hand after 'accidentally' digging my nails into Francine's thigh...that I nearly miss a commotion near me.
I look up in time to see Misty moving like royalty through the crowd toward her seat. All eyes on her as she moves gracefully through the crowd. No one will ever doubt she is a real winner. Especially those of us fortunate to witness her in action. Misty is a true champion, and a class act. She catches me looking at her, and I wink and smile mischievously at her. To my surprise, she returns the mischievous smile and nods her head. She can fight on my team anytime, and she knows it.
The action in the Arena has moved to the floor once again as Gladys begins to prove the naysayers wrong. And there are many in the audience. It seems the crowd may be evenly divided, but the Kara supporters are a little louder at the moment. Gladys wraps her hand deep into Kara's beautiful blonde hair and yanks her head hard to one side. I gasp when she pummels Kara's tight tummy with her free hand. Maybe the end could be near. But it seems this battle is only just beginning.
Their bodies glisten under the harsh lighting. Both are breathing harder now. Sounds of the struggle fill the air. Grunts, moans, breathless curses, and yelps of pain become familiar when we can associate voices with each combatant. The fight is beginning to take on epic proportions.
After a couple belly punches, Kara has apparently had enough. She lifts her hands up as if for protection, but when Gladys draws her hand back for another strike, Kara's claws flash and rake down the younger girl's face. I gasp in shock when the smaller blonde shrieks and falls onto one side, her hands going to her face. I wonder what the tv audience thought of that? It's obvious what the crowd here thinks. Francine is laughing, Speed is hooting, and Rikki is squirming.
Getting quickly to her feet...like the lioness she is...Kara grabs one of the smaller girl's ankles and drags her across the rough, carpeted floor. I grimace and feel for Gladys because that has to hurt. Her smooth skin turning a bright red from carpet burn. But Gladys isn't to be underestimated. She draws one foot back and kicks at Kara's knee. Fortunately, the crippling kick doesn't land, but it makes the older woman let go of the ankle and take a few steps back.
Gladys sits up but is treated to a quick, slapping kick to the upper shoulder. She cries out and rolls to one side, but Kara is on her again. The northern Californian drops to her knees and starts to straddle the struggling woman, but Gladys' squirming and writhing makes it impossible for Kara to control her. So, to help her cause, Kara slams the palm of her hand into her rival's ear, temporarily stunning her. Grabbing two hands full of hair, Kara then sits back and begins trying to pull Gladys between her thighs. I take a deep breath...hoping Gladys does the same...because those thighs look deadly. I know by the look of the younger woman's face that she didn't...and she totally didn't expect the scissors hold. Her eyes open wide and she starts to scream, but it is cut off when Kara closes her thighs tightly around her.
OMG! I think to myself? How could anyone not be begging to submit when squeezed like that? Gladys face is twisted in pain and it's turning from a dark red to a frightening blue color. I would have been crying like a baby by this point. The Kara fan club is going nuts, and Francine is still laughing...and elbowing me in the side (I think on purpose too
). But Gladys' supporters are starting to pick up steam too.
Almost as if drawing energy from them, the smaller girl suddenly shows why she is so respected in the fight circles. She flatly refuses to give up, and even curses Kara and dares her to squeeze harder. My mouth pops open as Kara proceeds to do just that! She looks like she is really trying to squeeze her in half! Gladys, however, knows exactly what she is doing. She realizes that a taut muscle is one that is stretched to the limit and can be snapped back roughly. She drives her bent elbows into Kara's inner thighs as hard as she can. Straight into the tight muscle. Now it's Kara's turn to register shock. Her eyes fly open and the pressure obviously relents. The smaller girl squirms and wriggles her hips and pushes Kara's thighs down toward her hips. Gaining ground, she gets to one knee and starts to stand...forcing the taller woman onto her back and suddenly on the defensive.
For the first time all night, I begin to relax. The television audience has to be loving this, just as we all are.
Almost giddy with the realization that the first televised match in Arena history is going to be a huge success, I giggle and smile at everyone around me. Even Francine, who looks at me like I've lost my mind. But I can't help it! Everything is falling into place for what will be a very successful run. I turn and smile sweetly at Serena, and I see Lil giving me a 'thumbs up' motion. They realize what a success this night already is.
But there is still a battle waging on the Arena floor.
Gladys manages to get to her feet, although she is still trapped in Kara's incredible body scissors. Her hands feverishly push in Kara's silky, powerful thighs. She walks forward...bending the older woman forward at an awkward angle...putting more and more weight on Kara's neck. Realizing she can't keep this forever...and that sometimes discretion is the better part of valor...Kara release the hold and rolls away from Gladys, who takes her first deep breath in quite a few minutes.
The murderous look on the northern Californian beauty lets every one watching that she isn't happy with this turn of events. But her SoCal neighbor seems infused with new life. Kara gets to her feet and rushes the smaller girl. Her shoulder drives into her opponent's lower belly and she locks her arms behind her back. Twisting her body as she falls, Kara pulls the smaller woman to the floor again. Gladys isn't going down easy, however. Her upper body stays upright, and she hammers the flat of her hand down on Kara's ear.
"Bitch!"
"Fuck you!"
"I might!"
"Whore!"
They proceed to tumble into a writhing ball of flailing arms and feet. Claws glimmer in the light as they scratch and tear at hair and exposed flesh. From our vantage point it's hard to tell who is getting the worst of this exchange. Then the first article of clothing comes flying into the stand. We all groan as Rikki (who else?) snares a red bikini top out of the air.
"Fucking tramp!" The now topless blonde roars at her foe, and she digs her claws in even deeper. I begin to fear they may rip each other to shreds on national television.
I also know that if they do, it will only help ratings. Odd that I am now worried about ratings. How the hell did I ever get to this point?
Nails tear into tender flesh, and yelping screams erupt from their mouths as the two women proceed to try and rip each other to shreds. Kara grabs two hands full of Gladys' breasts, squeezes, twists, tugs, and grinds mercilessly. Try as she might, Gladys is trying to return the favor and yank Kara's top off, but she just isn't having much luck. Instead, she pulls the thin material around the larger woman's throat. Changing her tact, she suddenly twists her fist in the material causing it to tighten around Kara's throat, cutting off her air with a crude...but very effective...garrote.
Kara's eyes bulge and she immediately turns a deep scarlet. But she is far from finished. Her claws release her foe's boobs, and switch to her eyes. Raking deeply, she causes Gladys to fall away from her, but the screeching blonde keeps her hold on Kara's top and yanks her forward, causing Kara's neck to telescope violently. Then they crash together again.
Kara's vicious eye rake did take its toll, however. Now blinded, Gladys reluctantly lets go of her opponent's top. Gasping and gagging, Kara realizes it might be best to discard the garment, leaving both combatants topless. She tosses the black top over her shoulder and into the crowd. Only this time...to my consternation...Jeffery catches it and quickly stuffs it in his jacket pocket. I glare at him over Francine, but he acts as if he doesn't see me. But I know he does. He blushes like a ten year old with his hand caught in a cookie jar. Francine just laughs.
To my left, poor Rikki seems upset that he didn't get the second top. But he flashes a smile and says, "They've still got panties." I shake my head, but I can't help smiling. Get 'em Rickki!
Back on the floor, Kara is getting her wind back and Gladys is shaking off the vicious eye rake. They sit across from each other on their knees. After what seems like an eternity, they move toward each other as if on mutual consent. Crawling on their knees with their hands outstretched, I expect another round of clawing, gouging, and ripping. But to my astonishment, Gladys suddenly balls her fist and slams into Kara's chin, rocking her head like it's on a spring.
Stunned from the blow, Kara sits back on her butt and kicks her feet out for protection, but she isn't quick enough as Gladys springs at her like a wildcat. Their bare flesh slams together, breast to breast, face to face, and both land on the floor in a heap. Gladys' arms reach around the back of her opponent's neck and she twists to one side trying to hook on a side headlock before her foe can recover from the punch.
Still giddy from my early realization that this will be a huge success, I finally start to relax. I take a long look around the Arena, smile at Misty, wink at Lil and Jess, look at each new fighter recruited for the Arena, and finally give a nod and thumbs up at Serena, I think how can it not be a success? Look at the women who have chosen to participate. Take Francine, for instance. She may be a bitch who roughly shoved me aside and keeps elbowing me in the side while laughing at my discomforts, but she looks like a Goddess! Her abilities are already legendary! As are her other talents, but that's for another story. With fighters such as her, and the others clamoring to get in, how can this venture not work? Jeffery strives to have the best fight club on the face of the earth. The best fighters now want to be part of it too. All of them want Misty's crown. The road to facing her will be long and difficult. Like running a gauntlet. Then when they run into Misty....sweet, beautiful, serene, yet deadly Misty. That will be the most difficult rung on the ladder. One they may not be able to climb.
I, personally, predict she will have a long reign. but that doesn't mean others shouldn't try to take her down. For this venture to be truly successful, she has to be challenged.
The first step on that long, winding road is well underway, and it seems at this point Gladys and Kara are no closer to deciding a winner that when they started.
Gladys has managed to hook on a side headlock, and she is trying to roll the bigger girl onto her stomach. Kara's legs and feet kick wildly in an effort to keep that from happening. Both nearly naked bodies are glistening in the harsh lights as they strain against each other. Neither is willing to give one inch, or allow the other to take anything away from them without a struggle.
The next few minutes is filled with one of the most intense, sweatiest, fleshiest, breathless encounters I have ever witnessed. Neither woman is willing to admit the other is taking control, and both are struggling with all her might keep that from happening. Kara manages to slip her head out of Gladys' grip, but she can't get away from the half naked beauty. They clench their bodies together and roll around the floor in what can only be described as a fabled 'catball.' Catball. One of the dumbest terms I have ever heard to describe two women fighting, but for some reason it seems appropriate in this instance.
Their bodies are showing the signs of battle. Claw marks and hand prints glow harsh red on wet flesh, and their chests heave from exertion. Hair litters the floor of the Arena. Heavy breathing and slaps of flesh ares the only sounds in the room.
After a few moments, the two beauties separate and roll to their knees facing each other. For the first time, fatigue is showing in their eyes and actions. Panting with their hands on their knees, it is apparent to anyone watching this epic battle has almost reached its climax. The next few minutes will determine who will win and move to the next round, and who will have to succumb to the humiliation of defeat. From looking at each of them, I honestly can't guess which one it will be.
Kara sits on her heels with her hands on her knees. Her laser-like eyes boring deep into her rival's. Her hair wild from the intense struggle. But even a blind man can see the patrician beauty even after a lengthy battle. It's hard to vote against someone so strong, beautiful, personable, and full of life. Her desire to crush her foe radiates from her like an aura. She isn't used to not getting what she wants. And right now she wants nothing more than to feel Gladys' devastated body pinned under hers. Her fans hold their breath wondering what the outcome will be when the battle is rejoined. For the first time, I see concern on their faces. However, there is no concern in Kara's eyes, whatsoever. Her intentions are crystal clear: Destroy her foe, or go out in a blaze of glory.
Across the room, Gladys sits back on her heels in a similar pose. Her hands rest on her damp thighs. Her blonde hair pasted to her cheeks and neck from the heat and intensity of battle. She returns her rival's glare with no less intensity. She isn't used to losing either, and she doesn't intend to start today. One can still see the wild, movie star good looks, and the playfulness in her personality as she prepares for what will most likely be the final assault. Her fans also seem a little concerned, but they are also swelling with pride because not many predicted she would get this far in the fight. Not many seemed to give her a chance. But her whole demeanor screams, 'Here I am! I'm still standing!' It also says she intends to be the last one standing, or she will be carried out after an extreme effort.
The crowd seems almost on edge in an electric state as they prepare for what will surely be the apex of a great match.
Finally, as if on mutual consent, the two women move toward each other...both still on their knees...hands raised outward in front of them. When in range, they lunge at each other and tie up collar and elbow. What follows is one of the most intense moments I have ever imagined. More that I ever imagined. A battle out of my wildest dreams that ends with one combatant standing triumphant, and one lying bitterly at her feet.
Every good thing must come to an end. Even epic battles. No matter how much the two sides go back and forth, there must be a winner. They may retreat occasionally, but there eventually has to be a winner. Wars have winners. Rivals in love must always lead to happiness and heartbreak. Coca-Cola and Pepsi once waged an epic conflict. Good vs evil. Love vs hate. All must always have an outcome.
The only problem in this Arena...neither of these two women want to give in.
I take one last look at the audience and try to judge from them how successful this event has been. I am very pleased with the response and feedback. Even the former and future contestants seem pleased with how well this is going. I can't help but think this will be a long, strong endeavor. The Arena is a great success.
As with all epic battles, one side eventually takes control and (with a few notable exceptions) controls the battle until the bitter end. This one is no exception. Some of the faces in the crowd register surprise at which combatant starts to take over, and a few have that smug, satisfied look that says, 'I told ya so.'
Kara's face continues to show her determination, but fatigue is beginning to show in her eyes. No matter how hard she struggles against the younger blonde, she can't make any ground. Having been the aggressor for much of the match, it's a hard pill to swallow for the statuesque beauty. Kara's eyes also tell me she isn't going to go down easily. She is still looking for that last ray of hope that she may use to steal victory from the jaws of defeat.
The sounds of wet flesh slapping together resounds throughout the room, and the two women collapse to the floor. Gladys uses her speed and endurance advantage to try and scramble on top of her foe. As her thigh crosses her opponent's belly, she nearly completes the straddle, but Kara pushes her palms into her opponent's belly, making her lose her balance. Gladys manages to keep her balance for a moment, but the bucking Kara soon forces her way onto her side, and the younger girl finds herself on her knees facing her rival. Before the winded Kara can get to her knees, Gladys slips behind her and quickly loops her forearm around Kara's throat. A brief squirming struggle ensues, and when it finally settles down, Gladys is squeezing her opponent's windpipe closed and her powerful thighs are crushing Kara's sides.
Remember when you were a kid and you would fill a balloon full of air then slowly release the nozzle allowing the air to seep out? The balloon would slowly deflate and go limp around your fingers. That image crosses my mind as I watch Kara struggle to keep oxygen in her body as her tormentor slowly tries to force that air out. The older woman tries everything she can think of. She drives wild elbows toward her rival, but Gladys' nearly nude body is pressed so close to her own that the elbows have little, or no, effect. She kicks her feet and bucks her hips, but Gladys is simply wrapped around her too tightly. She tries a new tactic with her elbows...she digs them into Gladys' inner thighs, but Gladys simply bends her knees...pulling her feet in close to Kara's crotch....then she pushes them straight again with so much force that her victim cries out and collapses on her side.
It becomes obvious to anyone watching that Gladys is simply too much for the beauty from San Francisco in this match. Still looking at Kara's eyes, I see that she is beginning to realize that too. But Kara...in the immortal words of Def Leppard ("It's better to burn out than to fade away") plans to fight to the bitter end. With one last gasping attempt at freedom, she tries to reach behind herself and dig her nails into the younger girl's eyes. Gladys simply puts her forehead on Kara's sweaty shoulder blades to thwart this attempt.
Tears fill Kara's eyes when she realizes the match is lost. Her feet continue to kick the floor, and her body continues to squirm and writhe, but her movements are getting slower and slower. Her face goes from a deep red to an even deeper purple. Her mouth opens in a silent "O" but it's obvious her airways have been completely closed. Finally, she does the one thing she knows will ensure her freedom....she taps Glady's smooth thigh with her right hand.
Well, it's the one thing that should ensure her freedom.
A look of supreme confidence crosses Gladys' face. Instead of releasing the hold, though, it seems she tightens her grips. Maybe it's my imagination...maybe she didn't feel the tap...I think to myself. But then it occurs to me she really doesn't care.
"Sorry sweetie. This one is is going all the way."
Gladys words leave no doubts to her intentions. They echo around the room, and I am sure the television audience heard them well enough. Kara's face takes on a mask of sheer terror as she slaps frantically at Gladys' thighs, but the younger girl is not letting up. She smiles sweetly at the audience then does something I will never forget. She tilts her body toward the nearest TV camera so that Kara is looking straight into it. Gladys even brushes loose strands of her victim's hair from her face so it can be seen even more clearly. She want's to make sure everyone sees the futility and desperation as she squeezes all the resolve from her rival. She is also sending future opponents a very clear message. Her lips lower to Kara's ear. She whispers something that causes the older woman to struggle weakly for a brief second, but she soon goes still again.
Finally the end comes with a whimper. Kara's body goes limp and her tormented eyes close. Gladys releases the beaten woman and gets slowly to her feet with satisfied, smug look on her face. Her eyes lock on a certain spot in the audience and stay there as she puts her barefoot on her victim's chest...which is rising and falling letting us know she is sleeping peacefully (although she will have a bad headache later)...and raises her arms in a classic victory pose. I turn my head slightly, and sure enough, her eyes are locked on Misty's. I should have known.
After a moment, Gladys takes her foot off her foe's chest and bends down. She works Kara's panties off her body and tosses them into the audience. Right into Misty's face. It takes three onlookers to restrain the champion as Gladys smiles coyly and walks to the dressing room. Somehow in the commotion, Kara's panties end up in Rikki's lap. I will always be amazed at how that guy draws panties...like a moth to a flame.
The next morning, I wake up when to a ringing phone. I listen as Jeffery takes the call then excitedly hangs up. He pulls me close and screams, "We're a success!" Literally jumping out of the bed, "The Arena is a success!"
