Note: The Final Chapter will be posted on Friday.
UNFINISHED BUSINESS- CHAPTER 4- BELAIR M TEL FREE HB
It was more than a bit ironic that the person most opposed to this fight would be the guy who would solve the problem of where to have it. Scott to the rescue! Chad was really no help. When he spoke to Scott on the phone the best suggestion he could come up with was having the fight in their basement. Well, no way Skylar was going to agree to venture into enemy territory. A neutral site was a must.
“Well, said Chad to Scott, what do you suggest? Back at Osborne Park?”
“No Chad, too many innocent bystanders around, and certainly not with the girls being nude.” And now surprising himself to no end Scott said, “I have an idea. Give me 24 hours, and I’ll get back to you. Are we still having this god awful thing 2 Saturday’s from now?”
“Yup! Keep in touch.”
“OK. And in the meantime, make yourself useful. See if you can rent some mats so we don’t have to deal with broken bones from falls.”
Scott, as a new VP at the Bank, drew some of the least favorable responsibilities. One was “VP In Charge Of Distressed Properties.” In other words he was landlord for all the businesses and homes that the Bank had foreclosed on. One such property was a little gem called the BelAir Motel, which had gone belly up about 2 years ago. A 48 unit dump near Route 5. Scott was trying to get it sold and was told to get at least 60 cents on the dollar for the land, because they were going to bulldoze the place. So far he’d had no luck, and in the meantime it was his responsibility to look after the property. He employed a part time maintenance guy for any emergencies (which were almost non-existent except for the occasional water pipe break), and a security firm to swing by a few times a day to discourage squatters.
Before telling Chad, Scott took a ride out to The BelAir to see if indeed, before the inevitable demolition, its last occupants could be 2 catfighters. The sign once read “BELAIR MOTEL FREE HBO,” but the 2 Os on the sign had long since disappeared. After checking some of the rooms Scott was most definitely pleased with himself. (He was also a bit ashamed that he was facilitating this horror). The place was perfect. Remote, private and with no furniture in the rooms, plenty big enough for the women to fight. He called Chad, and told him about the place. Chad was ecstatic! They agreed to meet at the BelAir the day before the fight to set things up.
Scott called the maintenance guy and the Security Company to give them both the weekend off. He also found out how to turn the power and water back on to the rear wing of the Motel, which was most secluded, and where he had picked out 3 rooms for the event. Rooms 216, 217 and 218. 216 would be for Robin and Chad pre-fight, 218 would be for him and Skylar, and the fight would be in 217.
The boys met at the BelAir Friday evening to prepare the fighting ground. They cleaned up the rooms, and put down the 16 by 16 mats that Chad had rented for Room 217. With a couple of folding chairs for the men to sit in while they watched the fight, all was ready. There were no floor lamps or other lights around, but a recessed fixture in the ceiling took a bright LED number that shone down on the mat like a bit of a spotlight, while the husbands would be watching from the edges in relative darkness. All in all the men were quite pleased with the setup.
As they worked they talked a bit about women fighting and the effect it has on men.
“So this whole thing turns you in Chad?”
“Yup, for as long as I can remember women fighting has made my cock rock hard. Not you?”
“Well women fighting is certainly fascinating, enthralling and entertaining and but does it turn me on? Not one bit. In fact. although I won’t turn away, the violence repulses me.”
Chad replied, “You know I used to think that all guys were like you and I was the only catfight perv on the planet. But with the internet, I’m starting to think that you are the ones in the minority.”
“Well what about it turns you on?”
“It’s really a whole combination of things; the struggle, the intimacy, the tits, the pussies, the rivalry, the violence, just the idea of one woman trying to prove physical superiority over another.”
Scott asked, “Aren’t you worried that Robin is going to get hurt?”
“Robin can take care of herself. I’ve got a lot of confidence in her. No offense, but I don’t think Skylar is going to give her too much trouble. I think it’s going to be great fun for me and Robin.”
Now Scott had a problem. He most certainly did take offense to the remark about his wife, but arguing with Chad about who’s wife was going to win would only give evidence that he approved of the duel, when in fact he did not. And so he simply let the comment pass.
The men finished their preparations and agreed to meet at 7 the next evening. This time with their wives. And their wives would then fight to the finish.
While Scott and Chad were finishing setting things up at the BelAir, Skylar was taking her last jog before the fight. Just a quick tuneup on the bike path at Osborne Park. Nothing too strenuous. Then in the distance she saw another female jogger coming towards her from the opposite direction. “Holy fuck, she thought. It’s that bitch.” And sure enough coming towards Skylar at a leisurely pace was Robin. As they passed one another Skylar turned toward the blonde and said “Tomorrow.”
Robin replied, “Tomorrow.”
