I now realised that I had to take this women seriously. Although she was a little shorter than me and slightly broader in the beam, she was pretty muscular, with arms and legs like whipcord.
But attack is the best form of defence so I sailed in with all colours flying, punching hard, but this time making my blows land. Those words of encouragement from Steve had given me new strength. But then a young man in the audience had to put his oar in shouting:-
'Strip the bitch Carla, then give her bare backside a slapping!'
Carla heard these words and that nasty smile reappeared. Then she darted forward and punched me hard - right on the nose. I could feel the blood spurt, in fact I could taste it as it ran into my mouth. Choking back the tears I pushed my body hard against hers, hoping to make her give ground.
As I did so she hissed
'I'm going to make you pay, you big whore! Get ready to lose your knickers!'
At this I got really angry. These were not words one lady should use to another and we were supposed to be fighting like ladies.
I did the obvious thing. I snatched hold of her bra and pulled it away from her, hearing the snap of her elastic with pleasure. Now everybody, me included, could see her generous, slightly pendulous breasts heaving heavily with the anger within her. This was a battle of spunk and pride and stripping Carla of her bra gave me a molrale boost. And I needed it because this woman was strong and, I was beginning to realise, stronger than me.
Not that she felt and shame. She made no attempt to conceal those plump breasts, in fact she seemd to flaunt them. I thought she was going to try and remove my bra but she didn't, and therein lay my mistake. Covering up my own breasts left my midriff exposed and Carla took full advantage of this, slamming a vicious punch right into my midriff.
Now, in case you've forgotten, this was a barefist fight with none of your namby-pamby boxing gloves, so when a punch landed, it hurt. I had taken a lot of punishment but so had Carla. It was a question of which woman took give it and take it best.
Then someone called out 'Take a break ladies!'
It was the chairman of the fight club, so we had to obey. We walked over to stools which someone had provided and I sat down wearily. But I wasn't going to give the cow Carla the pleasure of seeing that I was tiring.
Steve stood behind me, massaging my shoulders. Then he whispered
'Denise, take your bra off!'
'What' i squeaked.
'If you don't, she will. Don't give her the pleasure!'
Steve knew best. I nodded, he unxlipped my bra and it fell away, revealing my own assets. For some reason this made me feel better. We ere skin on skin now, ready to fight to a finish. All I wanted to do was to give this woman the thrashing of her life. I wanted her to know that I was a better woman than she would ever be. And I wanted to do it this way, in public
End of Part 3