I can hear noise before I even get out of the car, off deep in the woods, a classic meeting place. I feel my Man, hold my arm and help me along the path to where a crowd is gathered under spotlights. A cheer goes up as we approach and I stand straight staring straight ahead. The crowd stinks of whisky, smoke and sex, but they part to let me through to the edge of the fighting pit. 4' deep and 10' across, freshly dug earth, pressed down. I raise my fists and the crowd cheers, and at a nod from my Man, I drop my robe to the floor, standing wearing pumps, stockings and garter belt and a thong, all in matching black.
The Organiser steps forward and waves for silence. "This is a fight to the finish! No rules! No Rounds! and no ref!" The crowd roars approval and I swallow my nerves looking across at the odds board, it looks pretty even....
"Our first fighter!, standing 5'6" tall and weighing 145lbs, and a curvy 36DD-28-38, Lizzie!!!!!", the organiser yells....