A little nervous, I enter the ‘arena’ from one side of the bar, the billiard tables behind me, and a host of men and women hooting and cheering. I am unfamiliar with this place, having decided to try a different spot to fight, after suffering a couple of losses in a row. I was challenged by some German bitch, who also suffered a recent defeat, and it is time for me to build up my confidence by trouncing her in a wicked catfight.
I look down at myself, wearing four inch heels and black lace stockings…and nothing else! It was one of Anne’s conditions that we bare ourselves to claws and slaps this way, and I must say as my feet clomp on the rough wooden plank floor, that I do feel vulnerable. However, my hopes are encouraged about the place, as they have Guiness on tap, so the crowd will appreciate my Irish heritage and red hair !
Naked amongst strangers, I look across the room, to the other end of the bar and see my foe for the first time, taller than me, but less endowed up top. I check her out, nothing too special, I should be able to make her cry.
I look around for someone who is in charge, but don’t see anyone, so I yell to the opposing bitch “Are you ready?”. Not prepared to be addressed by me, she almost jumps, and I smirk. She is nervous, I think. “Defend yourself, slut, I am coming after you” ,and the crowd cheers, liking my aggression. My buns swish to the cheers, as I stride over towards her, hands cocked to slap, even as I watch for movement.
I can feel my heart pounding, this is it, its starting
