[Lynn Jenkins]

Although there are a good number of apartment wrestlers worldwide, our community is still a relatively small one. I mean this in the sense that we all know of one another and the elite wrestlers know who the other elite wrestlers are.  Of course, we all want to rise to the top of our sport and in order to do that, it’s necessary to take on and beat the very best.
Apartment wrestling used to be a secretive and underground activity, reserved for the entertainment of elite gentleman benefactors who enjoyed this type of female combat. It was rarely, if ever spoken about outside of exclusive gentleman’s clubs reserved for the rich and powerful. Today, although not yet mainstream, Apartment Wrestling is more available to larger, yet still sophisticated crowds. This attracts a wider array of women and the talent level among the competitors has risen in recent years.

There are few of us that have risen to the ranks of the elite in our sport. I’m happy to be among that number. Growing up in Maritime Canada, I was very much a tomboy, always playing outdoors, climbing trees, swimming, wrestling with my brothers, and getting into trouble. In my teens, my dad emigrated to the States to Providence, Rhode Island, where I still live. It was there was there where I was introduced to Apartment Wrestling. As a student at Providence College, our sorority would have wrestling matches among us and the girls from rival sororities just for fun. It was competitive, but nothing violent, simply one girl trying to pin another.

I did well in those matches and seemed to garner a lot of attention. One weekend, I was invited to participate in my first paid match; an Apartment wrestling match against a tall blonde from a rival University. I was given four weeks to prepare. This would not be the usual rough and tumble matches that I was used to at the sorority level, but a big move up in an actual Apartment match against a tough opponent for more money that I had ever seen. I used that four-week preparation time to study the sport. I read as much as I could about the sport of Apartment Wrestling and did so voraciously. I went on a proper training regimen and ate a diet which would give me the strength and stamina needed for such an encounter. As a competitive swimmer I knew that I had the cardio to outlast my opponent but left nothing to chance as I woke up at 5:00 AM every day and hit the University pool before anyone else arrived.

On the day of the match, I had never felt more ready. I stepped onto the carpet in my bikini. familiarized myself with the feel of the carpet under my feet and looked across the room at my larger opponent but feeling confident in my abilities and determination. When the match started, I couldn’t wait for first body contact. I’d never felt such an adrenaline rush as I did at that moment. I have not lost that feeling of excitement to this day and it’s present in every one of my matches. I beat the girl from Brown University and, although she was larger, I did so rather handily. I couldn’t wait to be invited back to fight again.
 
After college, I continued my Apartment wrestling career. With win after win, I began to develop quite the reputation as even the top Apartment wrestlers began to fear this Canadian redhead. As my insatiable hunger to take on top talent grew, I began to look worldwide for opponents. I noticed someone who had similar success to mine in England. The one who stood out above all others was Erin Lee. Erin is a skilled Apartment wrestler. I obtained and watched the films of all of her matches. I was impressed with her as she faced women who were physically her equal and took them apart one by one, putting together a string of convincing victories. She would be my dream opponent. I wanted to fight her.

I began to study her films, learned her strengths, of which she had many, and her weaknesses, of which she had few. If I was going to face Erin, I would prepare for this match like never before. My body would be in prime condition and my fight strategy formulated based on what I have seen of her on film. I worked hard for weeks and concentrated on little else. When I felt ready, I sat in my recliner and picked up the phone. Great anticipation shot through my body as I heard the familiar pips of the British Telecom system which signified that her phone was ringing. She picked up.

“Hello, Erin. This is Lynn Jenkins.”

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Some days are better than others but today is special. Today I transcend my mortality and become a celestial being as every good event of my life so far and even future events I’ve yet to experience all occur at the exact same moment in time. Right here, right now…I don’t just claim a front row seat! I claim the whole front row… This is going to be a fight I shall be telling my unborn grandchildren about.

Lynn Jenkins Vs Erin Lee

Both these women have my respect, one has even more than that. Still sincerely I say: “May the best woman win!”

Now I shall remain silent…Now I shall watch and Now I shall learn from two of the very best.

[Sahara]

Basic rule of thumb: Anyone who labels themselves a “titan,” isn’t.

[Erin Lee]

Well hello again you avid readers of female combat. Let Lynn and myself...or should that be Lynn and me? whatever, let us spin you an interesting lil story. On second thoughts it may not be so lil. Bit of a back story. I'm Erin Lee, i'm English and i'm a catfighter and wrestler. The thing that mainly floats my boat is apartment style wrestling with tough and talented opponents. I could spin you a story about how i'm considered the best in the UK at this style of combat but that wouldn't be the truth. That said i have won my share and possibly more than my share of matches. Recently i have been finding it harder and harder to find opponents in the UK so i have had to cast my net wider and that is where this story starts.

I have a friend (yes Bella, really i do) called Sarah. She had recently been on her holidays to Canada where she heard of an apartment fighter by the name of Lynn. Now Lynn as it turns out is somewhat taller and heavier than me. Not that she's too heavy, i've taken on heavier and won, lost too but we won't mention that. At my weight i'm unbeaten, just so ya know. I managed to get some intel on this Lynn and she's good, she's actually better than good, she's up there with the best i've seen. This gets my juices flowing (No Kate, not those juices), my competitive juices. Now Sarah, being a smart bitch left my card with Lynn. Bit of a liberty if you ask me, cos she didn't, ask me that is, anywho she did and i'm glad she did if i'm honest.

These last few weeks i've been hitting the weights and the cardio machine at the gym. IF me and this Lynn are to lock up i'm going to need to be in the best shape of my life. I even took a couple of fights/matches, just to warm me up. They went well, winning one by rear naked choke/body scissors combo and the other, after a long battle by facesit. Hey i'm not proud, if ya got it use it is my motto.

I'm just back from the gym and enjoying a tall glass of something cool when the phone rings. I answer, as ya do, and a voice in my ear says "Hello Erin, this is Lynn Jenkins"
"Well hello Lynn Jenkins" says i, "I've been waiting and hoping you'd ring" My heart starts to beat a lil faster. "What's that you say? You want a match with me because you have beaten everyone thrown at you in Canada?"
"Tell me where to come and i'll be on the first flight over"

Now Lynn is clearly no fool, she's done her homework and studied my matches so the fact that she's phoning me to challenge me to a match means she's confident of being able to handle me. Thing is, i'm equally confident i can handle her. There is one sure way to find out. What's that you say?...FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT. should be match match match, but that doesn't have the same ring to it.

So later in the week i buy my ticket, pack my bag and fly to Canada. Hoping Lynn will meet me at the airport. We are idiots, we'll be friendly and civil at least till our match starts.

[Lynn Jenkins]

My heart is racing as I hear Erin pick up on the other end of the phone. I’ve spent some time in England and recognize a Manchester accent when I hear one. Her voice sounded pleasant, her tone confident and sure. We both knew the reason for my call. Not many words were spoken during our brief exchange. I offered the match and I knew that Erin would accept. She didn’t disappoint. I was planning to fly to Manchester to face her, but Erin insisted that she meet me in Canada. If I was going to host, I would be a good one. I would treat her with the dignity that she deserves. That is until it was time for me to meet her on the carpet.

I insisted that Erin stay in Halifax for a week before our match. I wanted her to be at her best when it was time for us to square off. I wanted to give her time to get used to the climate, the people here, and the flavor of the city. I booked her at the Muir, the finest hotel in Halifax. It’s a beautiful waterfront property, with a luxury spa, steam room, and all of her workout needs. I booked her a room overlooking the waterfront. The waterfront is my favorite part of this city. It’s got wonderful shops and restaurants and some exceptional places to hang out. I wanted Erin to enjoy her visit to Maritime Canada since she was nice enough to travel across the pond to fight me. We’d be fierce competitors on the carpet, but I hoped that we’d get along, if not as friends, but as people, up until fight time.

Now here I am, nervously waiting for British Airways flight 626 to arrive from Manchester. I put on a snug fitting dress, had my hair done, and made myself up as if I were meeting royalty. Actually, Erin is wrestling royalty to me. The announcement came over the speakers that Flight 626 was on the ground. I made my way over to the arrivals terminal to meet her. Erin was one of the first passengers off of the plane, obviously having had First Class accommodations. I politely greeted her and extended my hand. “Thank you for coming, Erin. I hope you had a pleasant flight.” She told me that it was. My heart was beating out of my chest at the sight of her. To think that in a few days I’d be competing with this beautiful Manc with such a gorgeous accent and a remarkably tight body. I could tell that Erin was sizing me up too, as I’m certain that my nipples were protruding through my tight-fitting dress. Yes, I liked what I saw. I more than liked what I saw, and I didn’t mind that she knew it.

We moved to baggage claim and waited as her bags came on to the carousel. We spoke as if we were old friends seeing each other for the first time in a long time. She had two bags. We each grabbed one and headed to my car. I said to her “I hope you brought a hot bikini to wear for our match.” She gave me a sideways glance. I slid away from her a bit as that didn’t come out right. She smiled and said “Oh, I promise I won’t disappoint.” I liked her right away.

I asked her if she was hungry. Erin said that the airplane food was sparse and not to her liking. I knew that I could fix that. I drove down to the waterfront where there are many great restaurants, many with wonderful ocean views. Since I didn’t know her food preferences, I chose the Salt and Ash, which has a wide variety of culinary delights on the menu. We got a table for two outside on the deck. We sat there as the sun was setting and as a warm ocean breeze came over us as we sat together. This would be a wonderful romantic setting if I wasn’t sitting here with a woman who was going to try and dominate me in a fight. Still, I was glad to be here and even more glad to be here with Erin.

We ordered our meals and spoke very pleasantly to each other. We discussed anything and everything. But we didn’t discuss apartment wrestling at all. I was enjoying her company and she seemed to be enjoying mine. After dinner, I felt a strong desire to hold hands with her as we walked the boardwalk. But I knew that Erin had just arrived and I wanted to get her checked in to her room. I was hoping that there would be time for that walk later in the week.

We went back to my car and retrieved her bags. I didn’t have to drive to the Muir, just walk across the street. We took the elevator to the top floor and I gave her the card key to her suite. I chose one with an ocean view which was overlooking the riverfront boardwalk. I put down her bag and told her that I hoped that she would enjoy her accommodations. She looked around the room and called it “satisfactory.” I had hoped for a better response as this was the finest that I could have offered her in Halifax, but I dismissed it as Erin having just come off a long flight and must have felt tired. I told her that I hoped that she’d sleep well and that I would be by in the morning to take her to brunch.

As I said goodbye, I instinctively offered a hug. Erin accepted and hugged me back. I held the hug for a long time, probably longer than I should have as her warm and tightly toned body felt good against mine. I don’t know why I did this, but I leaned in and kissed her cheek. She put two palms on my chest and gently pushed me away. I took a step back and told her that I would see her tomorrow to take her to brunch and to show her a bit of the city. With that I left the room and slowly closed the door behind me. As I was walking to my car, a sensation came over me, one that was familiar but one that I haven’t experienced in some time. It was the sensation that a woman feels when she’s in a high state of arousal. What am I thinking? She’s here to fight me not to love me. I took a deep breath and tried to get that thought out of my mind. What’s wrong with me?

[Bella13]

It's sweet she thinks of me *giggles*

[Erin Lee]

Disembarking from the plane i'm met by Lynn. It's the very first time we've met face to face. Would you expect sparks to fly at this early stage, i hope not. Outside of competition i like to think i'm a calm cheerful person. Of course like everybody i have my moments but i managed to have a snooze on the long flight over to Halifax so i'm rested and calm.
We shake hands, exchange the usual pleasantries, which as Lynn has already eludicated it doesn't require me to repeat them. I have to admit here that as Lynn walked towards me my eyes narrowed just a lil and my gaze travelled up and down her body. I've lil doubt she was doing the same to me. She really is a stunning woman and no stranger to the workings of a gym. Flat abs with the merest hint of a 2 pack. As she picks up one of my bags i see the swell of her bicep. She, like me, is wearing a reasonably short skirt, short but not short enough to be thought slutty. As she strides along with the bag i get chance to examine her thighs. Her skirt rides up half way up said thighs and they are in keeping with the rest of her body, strong, powerful, they could cause serious damage if one ever got trapped between them.

Lynn then wonders as to my state of hunger and i have to admit that British Airways food isn't the best, i wonder if she hears my stomach rumble. So before booking into the hotel we go to a restaurant called Salt and Ash. We are seated opposite each other at a table by the vast front windows with a view of the waterfront. The waterfront doesn't hold my attention for long however as a mere glance confirms that Lynns nipples are tenting her thin cotton top. Hmmm, so the girl is excited, it's then that i realise that my nipples too are more than a lil excited. As we eat, i cross my legs, my skirt travels up over my thighs and allows a mere hint of my red panties to show. I wonder if it's the weather, which is more than a lil warm, or the sight of my legs that causes that thin sheen of sweat to break out on Lynns forehead.

Then we go to the hotel Lynn so thoughtfully booked for me. I note the spa and steam room as we traverse the lobby. Then we head on up to my room. The view is spectacular, could that be because i am following Lynn into the room or the view of the waterfront, i'll leave that for the readers to decide. I could easily jump Lynn right here and right now but at the moment i am not sure of my own feelings. I've fought women before who were very attractive and i won't lie, the fights have on occasion turned erotic, i say on occasion and i mean very rarely. I did once get pummelled by a Russian girl who took full advantage of me post fight, but that's another story for another day.

Lynn asks what i think of the room, i'm not about to let her see i'm almost star struck by the room so i reply "Satisfactory" Us northern girls from England aren't used to this standard of luxury. She then says it's time for her to leave and we hug, yes even women who are soon going to engage in physical combat can be friendly to each other prior to the event. I can feel the warmth eminating from her body through her thin cotton top. She hugs me tightly and the hug lingers. My nipples now are on maximum excitement, i'm pretty sure she can feel them press into her underbreast as i can feel hers press against the top of mine.

Finally we break the hug and Lynn leaves. I don't close the door until she rounds the corner of the corridor, i'm standing watching the sway of her hips, the swell of her calves, the undoubted tightness of her buns. Will this just end in a wrestling match or will there be more to it than that. You will have to read each episode to find out. That there is an attraction between us is beyond dispute, that we both dearly want to lock up in combat is also beyond dispute. I close the door softly, and walk into the bedroom, there i slip out of my dress and ease off my top, my pumps already discarded by the door to the room. Then clad just in my red panties and bra i pad into the bathroom and turn on the shower. Letting the water heat to a just perfect temperature i discard the panties and bra and step into the shower. The water cascades over my naked body, i rub the scented bar of hotel soap slowly over my full breasts then down over my stomach with the intention of lathering up my thighs next, only, the soap never reaches my thighs.....

[Lynn Jenkins]

Walking back to my car in a high state of arousal after having met Erin. Thinking to myself that this encounter is going to be spectacular. I obviously have a high level of attraction and desire for her. I wasn’t sure, but I hoped she’d feel the same. But she and I are warriors and our competitive juices run deep. First and foremost is our desire to compete and to show one another that we, and not she, is the better at our craft. But I can’t deny the way I feel physically and emotionally when I think of this gorgeous, fit and toned woman who I just left at the Muir. Being satisfied from our dinner together, a feeling of contentment came over me. I showered and got ready for bed. I got under the covers and rested my head on the pillow. Pleasant and yes, erotic thoughts of Erin came to me at this moment. Yes, I would have to satisfy my competitive urges and beat her in our match, but these new and passionate feelings needed to be satisfied too. I closed my eyes and let my hand drift over my tummy to my womanhood below. I touched myself and brought myself to orgasm. I would sleep peacefully dreaming of this amazing woman from the north of England.

I slept late the next morning and felt well rested. I got ready and drove to the Muir to meet Erin. I met her at her room and she let me in. Her hair was still a bit damp from having showered but she assured me that she was ready to go to brunch. We got in my car and left the waterfront area and went into town to the Ardmore Tea room. They have a great English breakfast here with a wide selection of teas which I knew that Erin would appreciate. I parked in front of the Tea Room and we went in. I could see the smile on her lips as she read the menu. I knew that she would be pleased. She must have felt as if she were not too far from home with the available menu selections. She ordered a fried egg on fried bread, a rasher of English bacon, beans, a fried tomato, and something called bubble and squeak. I ordered the same. She told me that she was happy with her accommodations and thanked me. I told her that I was certain that she would do the same for me if I was to have traveled to Manchester. We chatted about her life in England and she told me a lot about her city. The one thing that we didn’t discuss was apartment wresting. There would be time for that but at this time, we were truly enjoying each other’s company.

After breakfast, we strolled through the city together as I pointed out both prominent and historical sites. I resisted a strong urge to take her by the hand as we walked through town because, after all, we were going to soon be fighting. We strolled past shops, restaurants, schools, and residential homes. We ended up at Fairview Lawn Cemetery where I showed her the final resting place for the victims of the Titanic disaster. At the time of the Titanic hitting the iceberg in the north Atlantic, Halifax was the closest city to the site and answered the may-day calls and dispatched rescue ships. However, there were American ships closer to the area who rescued and picked up any surviving passengers. By the time the Canadians got there, they had the grizzlier task of a salvage mission. Bodies were pulled from the icy water, brought back to Halifax and identified. They were buried here in this section of Fairview Lawn Cemetery where their section is laid out in the shape of a ship’s hull. Yes, there is a marker for a passenger called Jack Dawson, which was the inspiration for the character played by Leonardo DiCaprio in the movie Titanic.

After paying our respects, we waled at a leisurely pace back to the Muir. I took her downstairs and showed her the workout area which was complete with weight, yoga mats, treadmills, stair masters, machines, anything she could possibly want. On the opposite side of the hallway from the gym was the pool area, which is where I spend most of my time. I explained to Erin that in addition to being a successful apartment wrestler, that I was also a competitive long-distance swimmer. I come to the pool daily and do at least 30 laps, often more. She seemed intrigued by that as if she’d just realized that conditioning and stamina would not be my weakness. We toured the area and then walked back to her room, both feeling contented after breakfast and relaxed from our stroll.

I wanted to give her some free time to get used to her surroundings and to acclimatize herself with the area, so I bit her adieu and wished her a pleasant day. I told her I’d be back this evening to have dinner and a walk along the waterfront at sunset. She seemed to like that idea. As we stood there face to face, it was all I could do to refrain from pushing her down on the bed and wrestle her then and there, although wresting was no longer my first though at that moment concerning Erin. I settled for a quick hug, this time not allowing it to linger because I knew that if I did, that I wouldn’t leave. I bid her a good afternoon and told her that I would return that evening.

Walking back to my car, I realized that I was feeling a deep affection for this woman, a feeling that I was going to have to suppress, at least for now, if I was going to fight her. I went back to my place, threw my swimsuit and a new towel into my bag. and headed back to the Muir. I’d have to take my sexual frustrations out by swimming to the point of exhaustion in the pool. I waled down the hallway with the gym on my left and the pool on my right. As I passed that area, I glanced into the gym. There was Erin working hard on a Nautilus machine. I paused and watched her workout, remaining unseen. This woman was strong, deceptively so, and much stronger than one would expect for a woman her size. Was she in the gym training for our fight, or working her body for the same reason that I was, to release sexual tension? It didn’t matter. I was impressed by her regimen as I lingered for more than a long moment. As she finished with the Nautilus and started heading over to the treadmill area, I descended the steps into the pool are as to not be seen by Erin. I was feeling very determined and energetic now as I knew that I would have to train just as hard as she was for our upcoming fight. As much as I liked and admired Erin, soon things would turn from affection to business as I remembered the reason that she was here. I had a job to do, and Erin would soon become my victim.

[Erin Lee]

After a good nights sleep i wake refreshed. My snooze on the plane took care of the worst of the jet lag and yesterdays shower washed away the rest. The gym work i've been doing back home in Manchester has made my body feel the strongest it has possibly ever been. I know i'm going to be at my absolute best when i lock up with Lynn. I stretch and gaze out of the windows at the waterfront. What a glorious place this is, if it wasn't for my family ties back home i could easily see myself living here. Not only that, i'm betting there are plenty more fights to be had here in the states than there are in the UK. I brush my hair and tie it up in a high bob, i tan easily and i intend to take advantage of the sun here to top it up before i go home. My thoughts drift to Lynn. I didn't come here with any other thoughts than a match with her and making her submit to me but i do have to admit she does set my heart racing. In wrestling it's much easier to be friends with an opponent than in a catfight. I ponder how good of friends we could become.

It's then my mind is snapped back to the present as there is a rap on the door. I pad over and open said door. There stands Lynn, i take an involuntary gulp of air, i wonder of she noticed that reaction. I smile as she invites me out for brunch. After a short ride in her car we arrive at a tea room. Does America have tea rooms, i thought most of the tea in the states went into Boston harbour. I digress, we both order english breakfasts, slightly disappointed that they don't serve black pudding but that's just being picky. The standard of the food is excellent and goes down well, followed by a mug of tea. Yes, mug not cup, i like my tea in industrial quantities. We chat about families, this that and the other but our upcoming match is never mentioned.

We then took a sightseeing trip around the streets of the town before ending up on the promenade where i got a history lesson. Then back to the hotel, Lynn shows me the gym and the pool, i make a mental note to hit the gym later. Lynn it turns out is quite an accomplished swimmer which gives me food for thought, swimmers are often very toned and strong, i make another mental note of that. I am more gym bunny than swimmer, that said i can get from the bottom of a pool to the top pretty quickly when i have to. It's at this point Lynn says she has things to do and leaves saying we'll meet up again tomorrow morning. I am sure we both feel the elephant in the room, we will soon have to decide when the match will take place.

After she leaves i head back up to my room and change into a white sports bra and shorts, then back down to the gym where i spend time on the cross trainer before lifting some weights then dropping into a series of squats. I've now worked up a nice sweat. I think about going to the pool for a swim but first i go to my room and shower, don't want my sweaty body polluting the pool. About an hour later i head on down to the pool. Just as i'm about to enter the pool room i catch a glimpse of Lynn doing pretty quick lengths. Her swim suit is high on her hips extending the look of her legs. I'm really gonna have to be careful of those power packed appendages but they are also a good point to base an attack. I stay hidden, my heart beating so fast and loud i'm surprised people can't hear it. I never really noticed her breasts, this woman could do the breast stroke without ever using her arms, if you know what i mean. I decide to take the diplomatic way out and ead back to my room without having a swim, she deserves to exercise without me intruding. I'll nip down for a swim tomorrow early. Back in my room is do a set of sit ups and squats before hitting the shower again and then sliding into bed. The time is getting close now where we will lock up and hurt each other.

[Lynn Jenkins]

For the next few days, Erin and I met in the morning and again in the evening for dinner. I left her alone and uninterrupted during the days, as not to interfere with her getting used to the area or her training. She seems to be enjoying her surroundings here in Nova Scotia. By now, Erin would be acclimatized to the area. Locals would be intrigued by her Manchester accent and be drawn to her, wanting to know how she is enjoying her time in Nova Scotia and what brought her this way. I wonder what she would be telling them.

Tonight, I drove to the Muir to meet Erin for dinner as usual. I didn’t need to go up to her room as she was waiting for me outside in front of the hotel. This is the first time that he had done this. It was a beautiful sunset, as it had been every night that Erin had been here. We walked the boardwalk together as the sun went down over Halifax Harbour. I couldn’t help to think that something more, something very special, might develop between Erin and I at this place and in this environment. But nether of us were here for that. We were here to fight, and soon I would try and beat up this beautiful lady for whom I was developing much admiration.

Tonight was different than any other evening since Erin had been here. She didn’t want a sit-down dinner tonight, but rather we each grabbed some poutine from a local street vendor and enjoyed it as we sat on a bench together while admiring the Maritime sunset. There was more tension between Erin and I then there had been since her arrival. We sat in silence as we each finished our poutine and admired the view. After a long while, but before the sun had completely set, I broke the silence.

I said to her, “Well Erin, I guess the time has come for us to discuss the reason for your visit.” She looked at me and simply nodded, without saying a word. I said, “I’ve arranged for our match to take place tomorrow afternoon at 1:00 PM if that is agreeable to you.” She nodded again. I continued, “I’ve reserved the corporate meeting room for us. It’s got a carpeted floor and the tables and chairs have all been removed giving us an ample fighting area. I’ve also arranged for a single camera so that our match could be live streamed back to the UK so that it can be seen there.” Erin spoke for the first time. “Lynn, you’ve been more than gracious. But I want you to know that come tomorrow afternoon I intend to pay you back for all your niceties with fierceness and aggression.” I told her that I would expect nothing less.

We finished our poutine and our conversation. The harbour lights came on as the evening descended. I offered to walk Erin back to her hotel room. She responded, “You go on without me, Lynn. I wish to stay here for a bit longer.” I offered to stay with her but she insisted that I leave, saying that she wanted to be alone. I said goodnight and wished her well. I walked back to my car knowing that the next time that Erin and I saw one another, we’d be squaring off and preparing to fight.

[Erin Lee]

As much as i was enjoying Lynns company, our travels around the town and the delicious food, i couldn't get it out of my mind that me and her were here to have a match. The more i got to know Lynn the more i liked her but there was always that slight undercurrent. Lynn isn't used to getting beaten and come to that neither am i. The time was getting close, i'm sure she felt it just as i did.

So this evening i decided to meet her out the front of the hotel. Why you ask, the honest truth is i don't know, it just felt like it was the thing to do. When she came up to my room as she normally did we were almost like sisters, girlfriends, lovers, however you care to describe the vibe, i needed to get my game face on. I guess that is the best explanation i can offer for why i decided to meet outside. Sure when Lynn arrived we were friendly enough. We got some food from a local street vendor instead of a restaurant and sat on a bench overlooking the harbour. We didn't speak much, or should i say i didn't speak much. Lynn was having the same thoughts as me which she made clear, the time had come for us to fight. She explained the arrangements she had made and that the fight would take place at 1pm tomorrow back at the hotel in a private room. Of course this was fine with me, as much as i like Lynn i need to find out which of us is the better fighter. I'm nervous, of course i am, Lynn likely feels the same. Anyone who says they don't feel any nerves before an arranged fight is either a liar or an idiot.
Lynn stood, offering to walk me back to the hotel, this time however i needed some time alone to clear my head. It was hard to think that tomorrow i'd be trying to beat her up and she'd be trying to beat me up.

Lynn drove off and i suppose about half an hour later i rose and strolled back to my hotel. I took the opportunity to have a quick look at the meeting room we are to fight in. It is as Lynn described. No furniture and a nice thick carpet, perfect for our fight in fact. I then went up to my room, showered then went to bed. Surprisingly i slept well and woke refreshed. I had a light breakfast of scrambled eggs on toast and a pot of tea then i went down to the gym for a final work out before the fight. Nothing to strenuous, just enough to warm up the muscles and get a light sweat going. I wasn't going to have lunch, i never do before an early afternoon scrap. Then, after looking to the clock and seeing it was getting on for mid day i went back to my room, showered again and decided to wear my black and white stripped bra and thong set. I covered this with a silk dressing gown and slide on a pair of slippers. I tied my hair back into a low bob and glossed my lips and nails with a medium white gloss. Eye shadow to match my blue eyes and after a quick glance in the mirror i took a deep breath and set out for the meeting room.

I arrive there at exactly 1pm and open the door to find Lynn already there. I smile at her, a somewhat tight thin smile. The friendliness we have felt all week now replaced by a competitive antagonism. We would hopefully still be friends after our fight but for now it is all business.

[Erin Lee]

Fight attire

[Alix_Fights]

I do love this imagery, 'Letting the water heat to a just perfect temperature i discard the panties and bra and step into the shower. The water cascades over my naked body, i rub the scented bar of hotel soap slowly over my full breasts then down over my stomach with the intention of lathering up my thighs next, only, the soap never reaches my thighs.....', but seriously Erin, your 'full breasts'?  You must have been looking at a pic of Lynn!

[Lynn Jenkins]

Respecting Erin’s wishes to remain behind and be alone with her thoughts, I returned home, leaving her at the Harbour. I showered and went to bed early so that I could wake up earl\y and start light preparations for our fight. I woke feeling well rested and refreshed knowing that today was the day. I had a light breakfast of yogurt and fresh fruit and did just a few light, not strenuous, laps in the pool just to relax the muscles and make myself fight ready. I skipped lunch, put on my turquoise bikini and went to the courtyard at the Muir and relaxed on a beach recliner.

I took these last few moments studying the film of Erin’s last match on my phone. I’d seen this film dozens of times before, but I wanted one last look in order to get Erin’s fight style fresh in my mind. I’d know her strengths and tendencies. If I were going to beat someone as good as Erin, I would need to beat her with my mind as well as my body. Preparation would be essential.

I went into the meeting room early and Georges LePage from town was just finishing setting up his camera. Georges is a very handsome French Canadian who is from Campbellton, New Brunswick originally, but who’s media business brought him to Halifax where he now lives. Georges is about 30 years old and very athletic and handsome. He speaks French but has enough English to make himself understood. I chose 1:00 PM for my match with Erin, as there is a four-hour difference in time between Atlantic Canada and the UK. Erin’s friends and supporters would be able to live stream our fight at 5:00 GMT.

Georges assured me that he was finished and that everything is ready for filming. It was getting close to 1:00 PM and right on cue, Erin entered the room. Without speaking, Erin moved to the center of the room and I joined her there. I asked Georges to begin filming and then to politely leave the room. This would be between me and Erin, no spectators, other than those on live feed.

Erin wore a silk dressing gown and I was covered by a beautiful Japanese kimono which I took off of Kathi, my last opponent, Georges turned on the camera and left the room. Now it was just Erin and me, as we both had anticipated and knew that this moment would eventually come. Erin and I both knew the rules of Apartment Wrestling so there was no need to go over them. “Are you ready to do this, Erin?” I said to her, Erin, standing there with hands on hips replied “Yes, Lynn. Let’s do this.” We each removed our robes and draped them over the chair that Georges was using to rest his equipment on before setting it up. I was Erin’s fight attire for the first time, a black and white striped bra and thong set, in which she looked fantastic. I stood opposite her in my turquoise bikini as we sized each other up. I was slightly bigger than Erin, but I was not going to use that as a false sense of security, as Erin has had impressive victories over women my size and larger, many of which I’ve seen and have studied on film. Still. I felt confident in my own abilities and felt confident about my chances against her in this match.

I bent slightly at the waist, as did Erin. I extended my right arm towards Erin, with both of us not breaking the gaze as we were staring directly into the other’s eyes, Erin gently slapped my hand, and the much-anticipated match was on!

[Erin Lee]

I do love this imagery, 'Letting the water heat to a just perfect temperature i discard the panties and bra and step into the shower. The water cascades over my naked body, i rub the scented bar of hotel soap slowly over my full breasts then down over my stomach with the intention of lathering up my thighs next, only, the soap never reaches my thighs.....', but seriously Erin, your 'full breasts'?  You must have been looking at a pic of Lynn!

Hello hello, the fan clubs here! It's true, Lynn does have fuller breasts than i do but allow me just a lil poetic license.