[EllenShaw]

Let me start by apologising for the length of time it’s taken to write this story but I’m sure that when you read it, you’ll appreciate why it took a while. At just over 17,000 words this is actually part one of three (I’ll try to finish the others a bit quicker). For those who prefer to cut to the chase I am posting a cut down version of this story covering just the two boxing matches, in the boxing section.

April 22nd saw Terri Brooks and myself on the road again heading north to Sian Ryan’s farm for our respective encounters with Blake Mitchell and Lesley O’Dowd. Travelling with us and, indeed, providing the transport, was Sue Barton. Sue was keen to hone her fighting skills and had challenged the wicked witch of Heaton Moor, Mandy Price, to a wrestling match as part of the card for the following evening. It would be interesting to see how these two larger ladies got on. Sue is a big girl but she’s not that much bigger than me. The last time I’d faced Mandy, she outweighed me by over 30lbs and that had been a year ago, she was probably even bigger now.

Blake and Peggy Brown were travelling to the farm from a sightseeing trip in Scotland and Peggy had persuaded young Riley Emerson to join them. Keen to get Riley’s confidence restored before she rejoined the CLAWS wrestling league in a few weeks’ time, Peggy had arranged a fight for her with a rookie at the NBFC who went by the name of Honey.

So, there were to be at least four matches at Sian’s fighting barn. Riley versus Honey, Sue versus Mandy, me against Lesley and Terri against Blake. But Peggy had been talking to Sian and hinted that there may be at least one more fight on the card. I wondered for a moment if Peggy was going to take someone on if so who her chosen opponent would be? After all she was the same age as Terri Cox and that lady had shown me a thing or two just a few weeks earlier.

The week before this trip Nat had had her first success in the boxing league, knocking out Chantelle Cummings in the third round to move up to sixth in the rankings. During the journey Terri waxed lyrical about what a fine job I was doing of coaching Nat and how she was a champion in the making. I was less convinced, Chantelle may be a second-generation fighter, and the daughter of one of the most successful boxers CLAWS has seen, but this had been her second fight and her second knockout defeat, she had a lot to learn if she was going to fill mum Emma’s shoes. Also, I could see Nat would be facing some strong opposition in the form of Jane Langford, who had defeated Hayley Swinton to take the title, Megan Carter, the hard hitter who would be challenging Jane at the next meeting and Karen West, the rising star who had comprehensively beaten Nat in their first encounter. Karen’s destruction of the veteran Alma Johnson suggested she would be hard to beat.

The sun was low in the west as we drove up to the farm at round 7pm at the end of a gorgeous spring day. As we pulled up at the farmhouse, I checked the other cars parked there. I was searching for clues as to who else would be joining us for the weekend but, other than Sian’s Land Rover and Shannon’s Jimny, all I saw was Paige’s BMW, Suzi Lomax’s Range Rover and a fairly new Honda Civic hybrid that could have belonged to anyone.

Paige was here to film the even and I suspected Jill Montrose would be with her. Suzi was here to referee the matches, her first visit to the NBFC, and I was curious as to why she’d not travelled up with Paige and Jill.

Shannon came out to greet us, giving Terri and myself huge hugs and welcoming Sue. She led us into the kitchen, turned to Terri and said:

“Welcome home, dad.”

Terri laughed and slapped her on the bum saying:

“I’m more the father figure that you realise, leaving you alone while you were growing up.”

Shannon hugged her again and said:

“I don’t care, you’re here now and I love you.”

I think Sue was mildly embarrassed by this show of affection. Even though I knew about ‘the family’ I wasn’t quite sure how to react myself but Shannon quickly switched back to business mode:

“Terri, you’re in mum’s room, of course. Ellen and Sue, you’re in room three. The rest of us are already out on the terrace. Please join us after you’ve settled in for aperitif, it’s going to be a gorgeous sunset tonight.”

Room three was new to me, on all my previous visits to the farm I’d stayed in room two, a cosy cottage room with a double bed and a single bed as well as an ensuite bathroom with a shower. I was pleased to see that room three was almost identical to room two, just slightly smaller with only a double bed. I glanced at Sue and said:

“I hope you don’t mind sharing?”

“I hope you don’t either,” she replied, “and don’t worry, I don’t snore.”

“Nor do I!” I said, indignantly, “But be aware that it’s sometimes hard to get a good night’s sleep here.”

She looked at me quizzically and I simply winked at her and said:

“Night visitors, there are a lot of restless sleepers here.”

I think she got the message.

We didn’t waste time unpacking, we just dumped our bags, had a quick wee (not together) and made our way down stairs to the kitchen, where Terri was waiting for us. The three of us made our way out to the west facing terrace where we found Shannon, Sian, Paige, Suzi and, much to my surprise, Jay Marchant.

With them was a surprise guest, presumably the owner of the Civic, who I recognized as Katie Holder, secretary of the London Ladies Combat Circle and daughter of former CLAWS boxing champion and my sometime nemesis, Nancy. I had met Katie a few months earlier when Terri had recklessly challenged Rose Dawson to a boxing match in London that Katie refereed. I wondered what she was doing here and was keen to find out but, initially at least, I didn’t get a chance.

Jay has a very commanding personality and, in her presence, everyone seemed to shrink a bit and hang back as she, rather than our hostess, welcomed us.

“Good afternoon, ladies,” she said, “isn’t it beautiful here?”

“Hello Jay,” I replied, “I know you said you’d come and watch me fight here sometime but I didn’t expect you to make the journey this quickly.”

“Oh no, Ellen, I’m not here for you.” she said, “Much as I’m looking forward to seeing you in action against Lesley again, I’m actually here to fight myself.”

I was stunned and, glancing at Terri, I could see she was too. Jay continued:

“Peggy Brown has challenged me to a wrestling match and, being the good patriotic girl I am, I have accepted. After all I need to uphold the values of Queen and country in the face of a challenge from a colonial. And Terri, I’m sorry, I know I said you would be my last ever opponent and, at CLAWS, that will remain the case, but here at the NBFC I’m taking a leaf out of Ellen’s book and having one last hurrah.”

For a moment we all looked at each other, speechless, but then Shannon quickly handed out glasses of Prosecco and Sian proposed a toast to an enjoyable day tomorrow and may the best women win. That broke the ice and soon we were all mingling and chatting about our recent adventures and the prospects for the day ahead. I was surprised to see that Jill Montrose wasn’t present and I asked Paige where she was.

“There’s a big society wedding happening in Salisbury this weekend. Jill has been asked to take the photos and mum’s company is doing the catering. Mum sends her apologies but I think she fancied being part of a prestigious do so she’s supervising the event herself.”

“Don’t you need someone to help you with the filming?” I asked.

“Thankfully no, although I’m sure Shannon could help me if I needed it, she helped me set it up. As this isn’t going out live all we have to do is capture the action and we can process it back at the ranch in the next few weeks. I have five cameras set up to cover all the angles, all I need to do is push to start button. To be honest I probably don’t need to be here at all but it’s nice to get away and I’m hoping I can get to grips with someone on Sunday.”

Like many people I still marvelled at the technology Paige had developed. The five cameras, one on each side of the ring and one overhead, would record the action in high resolution. Back at Marshall’s Paige’s computer would stitch the five sets of footage together and allow her to see any view of the action she wanted. Things had come a long way from the days when we used to film each other in action with hand held Super 8 camcorders. I noticed that there was also no sign of Rose, Paige’s daughter and I enquired after her:

“Oh, she’s with her dad. Robbie has finally left the navy and taken a job on shore, albeit with the port authority at the harbour control centre – a sort of air traffic control for ships. It means he’s at home more these days. By the way, we’re planning to get married next year, you will come won’t you, auntie Ellen?”

It amused me that this 35-year-old still referred to me as ‘auntie’ just as she did Sian and Terri, two women she’d known since she was a toddler. Paige had brought one of her mother’s massive hampers with them and we all enjoyed an al fresco buffet as we watched the sun sink over Manchester in the distance.

“I’m afraid tomorrow’s food won’t be quite up to this standard,” said Sian, “with Jan unavailable I’m using Bec, one of our regular event caterers. Don’t get me wrong, her food is delicious but it’s not as exotic as Jan’s.”

She then went on outline the plans for the weekend. Fighting tomorrow afternoon, partying tomorrow evening and chilling out on Sunday.

“So, will there be five fights on tomorrow’s card?” I asked.

“No,” Replied Sian, “six. Honey will take on Riley. Sue here will take on Mandy. Terri will face Blake. You will have your match with Lesley. Jay will take on Peggy. And finally, miss Lomax?”

Suzi continued:

“I will take on the woman who denied me the title of UK topless female wrestler.”

Again, I was stunned:

“You fought in Gerry’s tournament? When was that?”

“After you’d stopped fighting Ellen. In fact, it was the last one they ever held. It was January 1998. I had turned 30 a few months before and I was the undisputed queen of CLAWS, holding both the wrestling and boxing league titles. Christine Bennett suggested she and I represent CLAWS in the national tournament; she’d fought in a couple but never made it past the second round. Leah Martins had made the final once but lost to Terri Cox, that had been years earlier. Of course, our own Terri had also won the title, when was that Tee?”

“1996,” Terri replied, “they asked me to ‘defend’ the title in ’97 but I’d moved to Ireland by then and given up fighting…”, she chuckled to herself and added, “…sort of. Maggie Martin won the 1997 title.”

“So that was a couple of years before me and Sue had a go.”

“What!!!?” I said, looking at my roommate for the weekend, “Sue, you didn’t…”

“I did, Ellen,” Said Sue, “but I lost to Maggie in the first round.”

“There were three of our girls in that year if I remember correctly.” Said Sian.

“Yes, that’s right,” Continued Suzi, “and I beat two of them, didn’t I?”

“Well, you certainly beat me,” Replied Sian, “and you beat Mitzi, it’s a shame you couldn’t make it a hattrick.”

Once again, these girls were frying my brain with their memories. I remembered Suzi beating Mitzi in the CLAWS senior tournament but I had no idea they’d met before or that Suzi had beaten her 15 years earlier.

“Hold on a moment.” I said, “So there were eight girls in this tournament, Suzi, Sue, Maggie, Mitzi, you and another NBFC girl, who else?”

Sian glanced at Suzi, clearly seeking her permission to continue. Suzi nodded and Sian said:

“Christine Bennett and Pam Norton were both in it but, like Sue and me, they lost in the first round. Suzi beat me and then Mitzi but she lost to the woman who beat Pam and Maggie and won the title, Evie Walker.”

“So that’s who I’ll be fighting tomorrow.” said Suzi, “We haven’t met in the ring since that night 25 years ago and I’m looking forward to getting to grips with her again. And this time I intend to win!”

The conversation moved on and I was left ruefully thinking ‘some girls have all the fun’.

Sian prefers it if girls who are due to fight don’t meet the night before their fights, which explained the absence of our six opponents from this evening’s soiree.

“Don’t worry,” she explained, “I’m sure most of them will stay for tomorrow night’s party, and there will be a few other guests as well.”

“So where are they tonight?” Asked Jay.

“Evie’s at home, as is Honey, Lesley is staying with Mandy, Blake and Peggy are in a hotel in the city and Rylie is travelling up by train to join them.”

As the light faded it started to get chilly and we moved inside to the kitchen. Shannon offered to show the new guests the barn where tomorrow’s action would take place. She led Jay, Suzi, Katie and Sue across the courtyard and Sian, Terri, Paige and myself retreated to the snug, where a wood burning stove was creating a cozy atmosphere.

After a few minutes the other five women joined us and we continued to chat until, one by one, people said their good nights and drifted off to bed. As we headed upstairs, I was suddenly unsure how things would play out between myself and my roommate. Sue is a happily married housewife with a beautiful daughter but I also know she enjoys passionate trysts with her next-door neighbour and fellow CLAWS senior wrestler, Lynne Newell. Lynne had been with me on my last trip to the farm and I knew where she stood when it came to girl-on-girl sex (after all, we’d shagged each other within half an hour of or first meeting, with an audience) but what about Sue? Was she up for some passion or was she a one-woman girl who would only shag Lynne?

My question was answered the moment we entered the room. Sue quickly stripped naked and said to me:

“I feel a bit sweaty, Ellen. I think I’ll have a quick shower. Would you care to join me?”

Would I? I didn’t need a second invitation and we were soon soaping each other under the jet of water from a warm, powerful shower. Clean and refreshed we dried each other off and slipped between the crisp bed sheets naked, as nature intended.

It wasn’t a night of intense passion but more of a gentle exploration of each other’s bodies. Sue is a little shorter and plumper than me, you could describe her as ‘cuddly’ – although you wouldn’t say it to her face in the ring. I gently caressed every part of her body, as she did mine, as we cuddled and kissed. We both came at least once before spooning and falling asleep, the best night’s sleep I’d had in weeks. 
 

Next morning we were up around 8am and, after another shower together (Sue is a stickler for cleanliness), we joined our hosts and the other guests for breakfast. It was another fine morning and we dined al fresco on the patio.

Bec, the caterer, arrived around 9:30 and began setting up in the Sperry Tent that Sian used for her weddings and other events at the barn. We helped her unload her car and then, assured by Sian and Bec that no other assistance was required, settled ourselves on the patio with some coffee to enjoy the view. Terri and Jay joined us and we chatted amiably as we waited for the afternoon’s events, some more eagerly than others.

From midday onwards our opponents began to arrive, along with the great and good of the NBFC that Sian had invited to watch. All told, in addition to the 12 fighters, there were another 15 or so spectators including a few that I recognised from my previous visits to the farm: Jane and Jasmine Forester, Angie Parker, Evie’s daughters Carole and Helen, and Kathy Hodges, who had given me such a beating the last time I was here. The other house guests, including Suzi and Katie Holder also appeared.

I was still wondering what Katie was doing here, there had to be an ulterior motive, but, as fight time approached, I put the matter to the back of my mind and focused on getting into the zone for my battle with Lesley.

As usual Mandy Price was the last to arrive, her gold MX5 tearing up the track to the farm, passing all the neatly parked cars of the other visitors and skidding to a halt in the courtyard just five minutes before the first fight. In the passenger seat was my nemesis who stepped out quickly and cast a disdainful look around the courtyard. If Lesley had been in any way distressed by Mandy’s driving she didn’t show it.

Most of the spectators were already in the barn and only myself and few others saw Mandy prize herself out of the tiny sports car. Christ! She was bigger than ever, this girl certainly didn’t believe in growing old gracefully!

We quickly made our way to the barn, Lesley and Mandy undressing quickly and scattering their clothes about the ante-room and took our seats on the hay bales that had become a tradition at Sian’s.

Sian climbed into the ring and welcomed her guests:

“Ladies, welcome to this special meeting of the NBFC. The main event today is a rematch between our own Terri Brooks and Blake Mitchell. As some of you may recall, Blake and Terri met in this very ring 30 years ago and the honours went to Blake. Today we will find out if she’s still the better woman. But before that we are honoured to have a few special guests from CLAWS with us today and even more honoured that many of them will be getting into the ring. We also have a guest referee for the afternoon. Ladies – please welcome the CEO of Marshall’s Health Clubs, Suzi Lomax!”

There was a round of applause as Suzi stepped into the ring. For me seeing Suzi in this setting was something of an eye opener. We had known each other for 30 years and had wrestled and boxed topless many times but I had only ever seen the buxom brunette naked in the showers and then with a thick thatch covering her pussy. Today, as she stood in the centre of the ring and invited the first combatants to join her, her nether regions were completely shaved, leaving nothing to the imagination.

First into the ring for CLAWS was Rylie, facing the young coloured girl, Honey. She had arrived with her mother who, I later learned, was also an NBFC fighter and acted as her corner woman. Peggy Brown did the honours for Rylie.

Nineteen-year-old Honey was a tall, lithe dark-skinned girl with pert breasts and a sweet smile. She was probably about 5’8” and around 120lb. By contrast Rylie was slightly shorter, pale skinned, full figured, busty and probably outweighed her opponent by about 25lbs. In a pins contest Rylie would have had a significant advantage but the NBFC is ‘submissions only’ and Honey proved a strong and agile opponent for the young American.

A lengthy first fall saw the action swing one way and then the other as both girls struggled for advantage until Rylie finally pinned Honey to the mat in a grapevine and pushed her pushed her breasts into the smaller girl’s face. Honey struggled for a minute trying to dislodge the bigger girl before letting out a muffled cry of “I give” into Rylie’s cleavage.

After the break Honey surprised Rylie, taking her to the mat in a side headlock which she quickly converted into a perfectly executed STF and leaving the American no option but to tap out.

Rylie was clearly stunned by the rapid turn of events and came out cautiously for the third fall. For a moment I thought nerves might have got the better of her as the coloured girl tied her up in one hold after another. But, with gentle encouragement from Peggy in the blue corner, she slowly started to take control of the bout.

The third fall was another marathon and the fight was well into its thirteenth minute before Rylie secured her second submission with a Boston crab, her weighty behind pressing down on her slighter opponent’s back.

As Honey made her way back to the red corner it was clear that damage had been done as she clutched her abused back. When the action resumed Rylie was quick to capitalise on her opponent’s weakness with a series of postings and throws aimed at further weakening Honey’s back. Despite a spirited attempt to fight back, Honey was dominated throughout the fourth fall and eventually submitted when Rylie trapped her in a bow and arrow hold with just over three minutes left on the clock. 

Rylie may have had a distinct size advantage but Honey made her fight the whole way and it was a well-deserved three-one win for the American who, unlike in her CLAWS debut, had been able to show some real wresting skill.

With the youngsters out of the way it was time for the heavy weight contest. Sue Barton is far from the smallest of fighters. At 175lbs with 44DD boobs she is a big girl but, standing in the ring, she was dwarfed by Mandy Price who was now probably pushing 220lbs.

I took my place ring side by the blue corner as Sue’s second and watched Lesley stare at me intently as she did the same in the red corner. It wouldn’t be long before we were the other side of the ropes and facing each other.

I remembered how Mandy had destroyed Terri a year earlier and I had no doubt that Sue would have her work cut out to avoid a similarly one-sided defeat. It didn’t help that Mandy seemed to have taken an instant dislike to the 48-year-old. I knew that Sue had fought Mitzi and a few other NBFC fighters but, as far as I knew, she had never faced Mandy before. None the less Mandy’s body language made it clear that she had nothing but hatred for her opponent. Perhaps she thought Sue wasn’t in her class and was annoyed by the challenge from the upstart redhead or perhaps she just didn’t like redheads full stop – either way it was pretty clear she was out for blood as they squared off for the first fall.

At the sound of the bell, they approached each other with arms spread wide, looking for all the world like a couple of sumo wrestlers who had forgotten their loin cloths, and locked hands in a test of strength. Initially Sue got the advantage and began forcing the bigger woman back. But, with a grunt, Mandy planted her feet and slowly forced the smaller woman to her knees.

If Sue had any doubts about what she’d let herself in for they were quickly dispelled when Mandy delivered a vicious head butt to the kneeling redhead that left her head spinning. Disengaging her fingers Mandy stepped over the kneeling Sue’s shoulders and pushed her crotch into the smaller woman’s face, forcing her down onto her back.

Technically it wasn’t a submission hold but Mandy was cutting off Sue’s air supply and it was only a matter of time until the redhead passed out. Clearly the blonde was intent on inflicting pain as well simply dominating her opponent. She reached behind her ample backside and applied a vicious claw to Sue’s pussy that had her screaming her first submission less than a minute into the match.

Satisfied that she’d sent a clear message to the redhead, Mandy got to her feet and returned to her corner. Sue lay on the mat for a few seconds before rolling over and coming to her feet, her right hand massaging her abused sex, and made her way back to our corner.

It was a rude awakening for Sue but she was determined not to let this early setback deter her and started the second fall in a determined fashion. At the sound of the bell, she charged out of our corner and clotheslined Mandy. The big girl was caught unawares and hit the mat hard on her back as Sue jumped in the air and landed, arse first, on Mandy’s belly.

The big girl groaned at the impact. In a pins match Sue would have been well placed to secure a three count but this was submissions only. Sue quickly spun around so the pair were belly to belly and head to toe. She trapped Mandy’s head in her powerful thighs while, at the same time, driving a closed fist into the blonde’s pussy.

Mandy attempted to roll the pair over and get on top of the smaller woman but she only made it halfway and, in process, allowed Sue to tighten her scissors and improve her position. Punches to the blonde’s belly and tits put her back on her back but with her neck twisted. Sue’s left hand worked its way through the flab around Mandy’s crotch, found her piss flaps and tugged on them. Mandy responded by squeezing and twisting Sue’s tits. Three attempts by the big blonde to bridge out only elicited more discomfort in her nether regions and eventually she tapped out, bringing the score to one a piece after just three minutes of action.

Sue may have won the fall but it had cost her. Her tits were red and angry and she was breathing hard and drenched in sweat as she got slowly to her feet and returned to our corner. Mandy got to her feet and made a big show of stretching her abused neck as she returned to the red corner.

I congratulated Sue on winning the fall but secretly wondered what would happen next. If there was one thing I knew about Mandy Price it was that she didn’t take kindly to being forced to submit. I had no doubt she would be out for revenge in the third fall.

When the bell sounded for the start of the fall both women came out slowly and circled cautiously, neither keen to lock up, until Mandy made a sudden grab for Sue’s right arm and spun the redhead into the turnbuckles of a neutral corner. Sue hit hard and Mandy followed her in, squashing the smaller woman between the post and her considerable bulk. Mandy stepped back and Sue slumped in the corner, arms over the top ropes – an open target for the blonde who punched her in the tits and kicked her in the cxnt until she dropped to her knees, clutching herself. As I had feared, Mandy was about to take control of the match and Sue was in line for a master class in pain.

For a moment the blonde stood with her hands on her hips in front of the kneeling redhead. Then she reached down and pulled the sobbing woman to her feet by her hair. A massive backhanded slap sent the dazed redhead spinning into the ropes where the hung over the top rope as it cut into her boobs until another kick between the legs dropped her to her knees again.

The big blonde walked up behind the fallen housewife and, once again, hoisted her up by her hair, half dragging her along the ropes and smashing her head into a turnbuckle before throwing her down on her back and dropping on top of her, knocking what remaining wind she had out of her lungs.

Coming to her knees, Mandy turned to grab hold of Sue’s ankles and, moving into a squatting position, pulled the redhead into a Boston crab, pressing her fat arse into the small of Sue’s back.

As the redhead screamed in agony Mandy repaid the earlier abuse of her sex by pulling viciously on the redhead’s labia. Having someone the size of Mandy sat your back would be enough to break most people, being bent into a banana and having your pussy pulled at the same time was too much, even for Sue and she screamed out her submission.

The bell rang and Mandy released the hold, delivering a final punch to Sue’s pussy and roughly throwing her legs to the mat before standing up and returning to the red corner. Sue lay face down on the mat for several seconds and I could hear her gently sobbing before she got to her feet and staggered back to the blue corner where I did my best to ease her discomfort and get her ready for the next fall. During the break I urged Sue to stop wrestling and start fighting for her life.

“There are no rules here,” I told her, “use your fists, kick her in the cxnt, do whatever you can to slow her down before she kills you.”

To be fair to Sue, she took my advice and came out for the fourth fall with fists bunched and ready to strike. But, as they closed on each other and Sue switched to punching in an attempt to slow the larger woman down, two things quickly became apparent. The first was that Sue was no boxer; she telegraphed her punches and the those that did land lacked any real power. The second was that Mandy had clearly leaned a thing or two since I destroyed her with my punches last year. She knew how to defend herself and easily parried the majority of Sue’s attacks before responding in kind with a few well-placed blows to the redhead’s tits and belly that backed the smaller woman into the ropes again.

Three sharp rights to the face had Sue leaning back, her arms over the top rope, before a vicious upper cut to her pussy turned her legs to jelly. Mandy took a step back and allow the redhead to collapse forward, face down on the mat.

As Suzi began counting, I found myself hoping Sue would stay down but knowing that, like me in the same situation, she wouldn’t. Mandy looked at her fallen opponent with distain as Sue struggled to recover and said:

“You’re beaten, little girl, stay down and save yourself any more punishment.”

Sue managed to get to her hands and knees and began crawling towards the ropes but Mandy wasn’t finished with her yet. Standing behind the fallen redhead she punted her in the pussy. Sue howled in pain and sprawled on the mat.

Suzi hesitated but then started counting again from one as Sue pushed herself back to her hands and knees. This time Mandy walked round to Sue’s left side and kicked her hard in the belly, rolling her onto her back. Two more kicks followed, rolling the unfortunate redhead over until her back was against the blue corner post. Mandy grabbed Sue by the hair and pulled her up into a sitting position, propping the dazed woman against the turnbuckles, before turning round, squatting down and pushing her fat backside into the semi-conscious redhead’s face.

I believe the move is called a ‘stink face’ in the US and is usually performed by young bimbos at the WWE and the like for show. It certainly wasn’t something you’d expect a naked fifty-something bitch to use as a finisher but that’s exactly what Mandy did – pushing her arse into Sue’s face and cutting off her air supply before standing up, walking to a neutral corner and instructing Suzi to:

“Count the jobber out.”

Poor Sue, beaten half senseless and then suffocated by that vicious bitch’s far arse. She was completely out cold and made no effort to move as Suzi counted to ten. When the bell rang, I was quickly in the ring and at her side but it was the best part of a minute before her eyes fluttered open and she threw up, bile and saliva dripping down her chin as she struggled to focus and collect her wits. Terri tossed a towel to me and I wiped Sue down as she looked up at me and burst into tears.

There wasn’t much I could do other than give her a drink and a chance to recover. After a couple of minutes, I stepped out of the ring and encouraged her to follow me. Still on her backside, Sue swung her legs around and slid out under the bottom rope. Her legs still weren’t able to support her and Terri and I held her up and helped her back to the hay bales on the blue corner side of the ring where I left her in the safe hands of Terri and Sian while I climbed into the blue corner.

Everyone seemed a little shell shocked. There was a smattering of applause for Mandy as she marched around the ring, hands held high in victory, but there were also a lot of stunned faces. Everyone likes a good fight but, even by NBFC standards, this had been a brutal beatdown. Suzi didn’t bother to announce the result, it was pretty clear to everyone, and a soon as Mandy stepped out of the ring, she announced the next fight.

Now it was my turn and the fight I hadn’t asked for a didn’t really want. Lesley O’Dowd and I had met in the ring five times in the past. The first occasion had been 35 years earlier when, as rookies, we tried out for a place at CLAWS. I won that fight and didn’t see her again until two years ago when, in the middle of lockdown, she challenged me to a boxing match.

Once again, I came out victorious, albeit by the skin of my teeth. A few weeks later we met here, in Sian’s barn. An early morning challenge from Lesley left me on the back foot and I took a beating. With no referee and no rules Lesley pretty much beat me up until I submitted and said she was the better fighter. Ha! Better scrapper maybe but better fight? I’d like to think not.

Fast forward to the summer of 2023 and Lesley invited me to a boxing contest with my old friend Pauline and her friend Helen. This time I really let myself down, over three nights with CLAWS rules and Suzi Lomax refereeing I lost to not only Lesley but Pauline and Helen as well, suffering two knockouts in three fights. That was the moment I decide it was time to retire.

We were now two apiece and, needless to say, Lesley wasn’t going to let it go. She demanded a decider and we finally met at CLAWS in front of an audience at the end of January. Lesley’s victories over me had always been more convincing than mine over her but this time, after a slightly shaky start, I scored a convincing fifth round knockout.

And I thought that was that until, just a few weeks earlier, at Lesley’s ‘fighting house’ I foolishly agreed that if she could beat Blake, she could have her rematch with me. So here we were, fighting butt naked with NBFC rules in Sian’s barn. This was a fight to the finish, unlimited rounds and very few rules. She was out for revenge and I really didn’t feel that confident.

Shannon had appointed herself my second and spoke encouragingly and reassuringly as she taped my hands and laced up my boxing gloves. Over her shoulder I watched Mandy minister to Lesley, who was clearly wired and keen to get on with things.

The difference in our demeanours showed right from the start of round one. At the opening bell Lesley charged out of her corner as I raise my guard, and began raining blows down on me. I spent the next three minutes back peddling round the ring under her ass assault, my arms raised to protect my face and boobs as best I could. At least I managed to avoid any serious damage there but she did get a few punches in lower down. For my part, I never got a look in and I was extremely glad when the bell rang for the end of the first round

Round two followed a similar pattern but with Lesley varying her attack more forcing me to shift my stance and occasionally leaving myself exposed to some of her hard hits again I managed to hold her off for three minutes, but I still hadn’t really landed a blow of my own and the pummelling my biceps were taking meant that, even if I did get an opportunity later in the match, the odds were that my punches would be extremely weak.

I had no alternative but to go on the attack in the hope of slowing her down before my energy was completely depleted. I wouldn’t say I completely threw caution to the wind in round three but I certainly focused a bit more on hitting her rather than stopping her hitting me. I thought it was starting to pay off until a straight left from her flattened my right breast and dropped me to the canvas for the first time of many in this fight. I made it up at eight clutching my batted boob and we continue to trade punches for another 30 seconds until, finally, the bell for the end of round three sounded.

Back in my corner Shannon did her best to ease my discomfort but I was already aching and tired. There was no doubt in my mind that if this had been a CLAWS match Lesley would now be leading by 19 points to one. Being an NBFC match dominance didn’t mater unless she could knock me out.

Looking across the ring I could see she was getting frustrated and I sensed that round four might see her changing tactics as well. My big concern was that, with no low blow rules, I would have trouble defending myself if Lesley suddenly decided to go downstairs with her attacks.

We weren’t too far into round four before my fears were realised when a fist found its way into my pubic region for the first time and I dropped to the canvas, clutching myself. I made it up at nine, but I was in no positions to defend myself and quickly found myself back on the mat.

Two more knockdowns followed in quick succession and I was wondering how long I could keep going. I’m not a quitter and I knew that I could beat Lesley, I’d done it just a couple of months ago, I just had to get in the right frame of mind.

Fortunately for me, having put me down four times in a little over a minute, she clearly thought she had me beaten and gave up all pretence of defending herself. Seizing the opportunity, I started to land a few blows of my own and was rewarded when a solid right hook put her down for the first time.

What did they say in the opera? It’s not over until the fat lady sings? Well, I don’t consider myself particularly fat but I probably do have a few pounds more on me than Lesley does and it certainly wasn’t over yet.

For the remaining seconds of the round, I took the fight to my opponent and for the first time in the match put her on the back foot. Sadly, there wasn’t enough time to manage another knockdown or do any serious damage before the round ended. We both desperately needed the break and came out more slowly when the bell rang for the start of round five.

Whether she hadn’t recovered from that knockdown or whether she was starting to punch herself out I couldn’t say but I dominated the first half of round five scoring three knockdowns without reply. At one stage felt I was on the brink of victory. Unfortunately for me she seemed to recover as the round went on and, with a few seconds to go, I found myself backed up on the ropes doing my best to protect myself as she rained punches down on every exposed part of my body.

I hunkered down, sitting on the middle rope and feeling it burn my bum as the top rope rubbed against my back. Then, suddenly, I felt myself falling backwards and landing hard. For a second or two I blanked out. When I came to, I realised that, for the first time in my boxing career, I’d been knocked completely out of the ring and was lying on the mat below the apron.

Suzi was standing against the ropes calling out and counting over me. I shook the cobwebs away struggled into a seating position and then lean forward, resting my elbows on the ring apron. Somehow, I managed to haul myself back into the ring as the count slowly rose. I was lying face down on the mat, trying to push myself to my hands and knees when the bell sounded.

At first, I wasn’t sure if I’d been counted out or not but then Lesley’s shrill admonishment of Suzi confirmed that I’d been saved by the bell for the end of the round.

“You fucking cheating cow!” screamed the Irish woman at the referee, “you were deliberately counting slowly then! Everyone knows it! She should’ve been counted out! Well, fuck you! You’re just dragging out her suffering! Now I have another round in which to use the mighty Ellen Shaw as my personal punchbag.”

Glancing down at me, still on my knees, she said: “Come on, gay girl, get up and get ready for the next round. I want to beat you up some more.”

It’s fair to say Lesley was never much of a charmer. She seemed to delight in calling me ‘gay girl’ as if it was some kind of insult. To me it was water off a duck’s back. After years in an abusive marriage and many more years spent grappling with naked and half naked women I had come out as openly lesbian – I truly am a gay girl, and proud of it.

Whether Suzi counted slowly or not I can’t say but I was certainly glad of a break and, despite my woozy state, I was ready when Sian called seconds out and the bell sounded for the start of round six.

For some reason Lesley didn’t attack me immediately and, despite my recent excursion to the floor, I felt strangely rejuvenated and went back on the attack. I knew things were desperate so I didn’t hold back this time. I went straight for her pendulous boobs and, predictably soaking wet, pussy.

It certainly wasn’t all one-way traffic she gave me as good as I gave her and possibly then some as, for the next minute and a half, we battered each other back-and-forth around the ring, both going down once more. Finally, she backed me onto the ropes again and started pounding my ribs.

In desperation I launched a straight right which connected, with some force, just below her left breast. She took a step back and I pushed forward, my left hook catching her on the temple. She raised her guard and I hit her with another straight right, this time pounding her left tit. She screamed on pain, dropping a gloved hand to protect her abused mammary. I fired off an upper cut that slammed into her jaw and she started to go down on her back. My momentum carried me over her, her right found its way between my legs and my love box exploded in pain. My legs buckled and something slammed into my right cheek.

The next thing I knew I was on my back staring up at the concerned face of Shannon looking down on me. My head was aching and everything was fuzzy.

“Wha…” I started to say.

“Easy Ellen,” Said Shannon, “It’s over, take your time.”

I was confused. Had I lost? Where was Lesley? I glanced to my left and, through blurred and tear-filled eyes, saw the form of the Irish woman sitting up next to me, cursing under her breath as Mandy fussed over her.

Eventually my head began to clear and, with Shannon’s help, I slowly sat up. As I sat there, collecting my wits, Lesley got to feet and, brushing off Mandy’s offers of help, stagged over to the red corner.

For my part I was more than happy for Shannon to help me to my feet and guide me back to the blue corner. I was still dazed and confused as I sat on my stool staring across the ring at Lesley in the red corner and trying to work out what had happened.

(Later the girls filled me. I’d landed an upper cut on Lesley’s jaw and put her down on her back but my forward momentum had carried me over the prone redhead. As she fell, she launched a right intend for my face that actually hit me square the pussy. My legs buckled and I began to fall on top of her. My right knee landed in her crotch as her final punch of the fight, a left hook, hit the side of my face and knocked me sideways. We both ended up on our backs, side by side, out cold.)

Suzi stood in the middle of the ring and announced:

“Ladies, after 2 minutes and 20 seconds of round six, neither fighter was able to beat the count. I declare this fight a draw.”

A string of obscenities issued forth from the red corner where Mandy was using all of her superior size and strength to restrain a clearly enraged Lesley. I had hoped this encounter would give Lesley the closure she said desperately sought but somehow, I sensed it wasn’t over between us and we would soon be back in the ring together.

Sian stepped into the ring and said:

“Ladies, that concludes the first part of this afternoon’s entertainment. We will now have a 30-minute comfort break before the second half. Feel free to use the facilities and help yourselves to a drink of your choice.”

Well, thank fuck for that! I was going to need all of that time to recover and I didn’t want to miss the next three matches.

While Mandy steered a still muttering Lesley out of the ring I sat on my stool, trying to make sense of what had just happened. I’m told that double knockouts are few and far between in boxing but, with just 45 fights under my belt, I’d had two.

Eventually my bladder got the better of me and I stepped out of the ring and headed for the loo. Call of nature satisfied, I grabbed a glass of water from the drinks table in the ante-room and made my way back to the ring side. But I found my way blocked by an irate Lesley angrily demanding yet another rematch. This woman was starting to annoy me. We both knew she was the better boxer. We both knew that it was pure fluke that I had managed to beat her in two of our three encounters. None the less she seemed hell bent on proving the point by beating the crap out of me yet again. Lesley, we’re 60 for Christ’s sake, stop trying the beat me up, go and play with your grandchildren instead. 

When I politely refused her demand, she moved close to me, her face inches from mine, making the most of her extra couple of inches of height, and began screaming about how I was a cheating bitch and she wanted to kill me. Looking over her shoulder I could see the bulky form of Mandy standing the doorway to the main area.

For a moment I steeled myself to take another beating then and there, but Lesley’s screaming had attracted attention and Sian barged past Mandy, accompanied by several of the great and good of the NBFC and CLAWS. Realising she was outnumbered, Mandy moved quickly to take a firm grip on her friend’s shoulders and steer her to the changing area. Sian and a couple of the others followed them and the rest of us returned to the hay bales around the ring. I have no doubt Lesley was told firmly but politely to fuck off because we didn’t see either of them again that weekend.

Blake’s fight against Terri may well have been the reason why we were here today but it was by no means the only highpoint of the afternoon. Having dealt with Lesley’s tantrums, Sian returned to the ring and announced that the next two fights would be wrestling matches which would be fought using a mix of submissions and three count pins rather than the submissions only format usually used at the NBFC. She went on to introduce the first fight:

“Ladies, our next contest is a dream pairing featuring two oldest women we have ever had wrestling in my ring. This fight will be the first under our new rules, a ‘best of five’ falls match allowing both submissions and three count pins.”

This was a major departure and came as a surprise to many of the NBFC veterans. Since its inception, over 30 years ago, NBFC fights have always been ‘submissions only’, leading to some brutal encounters. I could sense the hand of Jay in this change but I suspected some of the tough northern women would consider it pandering to the soft southerners. Sian continued:

“Many of you will know Peggy Brown, who has fought at our club many times in the past. Her opponent has never fought here before but you will know her, if not personally by her reputation. Ladies, please welcome the president of CLAWS, Jay Marchant.”

There was a ripple of applause as Suzi beckoned the two fighters to the centre of the ring. Sian made her way out of the ring and Terri, who was sitting next to me, stood up and took her place in the blue corner as Jay’s corner woman. As they passed Sian and Terri exchanged a kiss. Then Sian settle down next to me on the hay bales, wriggled a bit and made a pleased “ooh” sound. I looked at her and she smiled at me:

“Nice and warm from Terri’s bum.” She explained.

I was still a little dazed and it took a moment for what she said to sink in. She took my hand and squeezed it, saying:

“Are you okay, Ellen?”

I nodded.

“Yes, I’m fine, I just need a bit of time to recover.”

“You’re a brave girl, Ellen. Well done.”

She squeezed my hand again and then ran her hand over my thigh and down between my legs. I didn’t protest as her fingers found my bruised and battered clitoris and began to gently massage it.

In the ring Jay and Peggy were ready to face off. This was going to be amazing. Although both women were now in their sixties this was, indeed, a dream pairing. If only they had met when they were half this age or younger. That said, with age comes experience and these two Wiley ring veterans had plenty of that. Plus, they were both in pretty good shape for their age, so I was sure that we were in for something of a treat.

I think Jay would’ve liked to have had a crack Peggy when the American was fighting in the CLAWS senior tournaments but she had announced her retirement after I denied her CLAWS senior title a few years earlier. She only returned to the ring once, for her final fight at CLAWS, against her then lover, Terri Brooks. A match that, despite her superior age, she managed to narrowly win against the woman who at the time was the CLAWS senior wrestling champion.

After a short briefing from Suzi the two women returned to their corners and the bell sounded for the start of the first fall.

Peggy was quick out of the blocks charging across the ring and taking the blonde English woman to the mat with a flying tackle. For the next four minutes the action was all on the canvas with Peggy dominating using her superior weight to repeatedly attempt to pin and smother the CLAWS president. Jay for back bravely but after four minutes of been continually pressed under the bulk of Peggy Brown she eventually tapped out to a combination of a grapevine and breast smother which threatened to suffocate her out.

When the bell sounded for the end of the fall Peggy returned to her corner, pleased with her work, while Jay remained on her back in the middle of the ring red faced and breathing hard as she attempted to recover from the relentless assault she been subjected to.

Although Jay sat up after a few seconds, she was still on the mat in the middle of the ring when Shannon called seconds out for the second fall. She reluctantly got to her feet and stood poised, arms out, ready to lock up with the American redhead.

When the bell sounded Peggy was having none of it. Once again, she charged out of her corner and this time clothes lined the blonde to the mat before delivering a leg drop across the breasts. Both women lay on their backs for a moment as Suzi started counting and then began to get up. Peggy made it to her feet first and, as Jay came to her knees, grabbed a fistful of the English woman’s hair and dragged her across the red corner where she slammed her head into the top turnbuckle several times before throwing her down on her back and dropping across her shoulders, using her bulk to pin the English Rose to the mat for a three count from the referee.

With six minutes gone Jay was trailing by two falls to nil and had yet to really make a move. Peggy was completely dominating the action and I wondered whether this long-awaited match was actually going to turn into a whitewash. Madame president seemed to shadow of her former self with no answer to the compact but bulky American redhead.

Back in her corner for the first time since the fight started. Jay was clearly giving herself a serious talking to as Terri messaged her shoulders and whisper words of encouragement into her occasional lover’s ear. Across the ring in the red corner Blake was high-fiving Peggy who seemed confident she was on her way to an easy victory. But it wasn’t the first time that Jay had been two falls down at this stage in a fight and come back to win. She done it to Terri, she done it to me, she done it to many other women and I strongly suspected she might well do it to Peggy as well.

At the start of the third fall the pair circled cautiously for a minute before locking hands in a trial of strength. Peggy may have outweighed the CLAWS president by fifteen pounds or so but it rapidly became clear that Jay wasn’t just taller than her opponent, she was also stronger, as she slowly forced the American redhead to her knees.

In desperation Peggy buried her face in the English woman’s thatch and, probably for the first time in her wrestling career, Jay found herself being sexually aroused by her opponent. Realising her predicament, Jay stepped over the Americans shoulders, briefly pushing her pussy further into Peggy’s face but also locking on head scissors.

A deft twist to the right took the pair to the mat and Peggy was in serious trouble. Jay had clearly managed to keep her sexual parts just out of Peggy’s reach and was using her thighs to crush the redhead’s skull.

Unable to break the hold Peggy struggled for a good minute until she was able to turn Jay onto her back and herself onto her front. She then slowly forced herself to her knees and eventually to her feet, the blonde English woman’s legs still firmly wrapped around her head.

As Peggy stood up, Jay shoulders touched the mat and elicited a count of one from referee Suzi. Jay had no option but to break the hold and drop to the mat. As she did so she launched a sharp kick with her right foot, catching the American squarely between the tits and knocking the already dazed and oxygen starved woman backwards through the ropes and out of the ring.

Peggy lay on the mats outside the ring as Suzi crossed to the ropes and began counting. At four she gathered herself, rolled over and began climbing back into the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and coming to her knees at eight.

Jay was waiting and hoisted the redhead to her feet by her hair. She then delivered a series of forearm smashes, pushing the American back into the far neutral corner. Peggy slumped on the ropes. Jay bent down, grabbed her by the calves, lifted her feet off the mat and stepped backwards pulling the bulky American off the ropes.

Peggy landed heavily on her back, the wind knocked out of her. Seizing the opportunity, Jay dropped on her chest, placed her knees on the American shoulders and quickly hooked the redhead legs under her arms, giving the spectators a fine view of the Americans shaved pussy and ample arse.

Suzi counted the pin; the bell rang and suddenly it was two falls to one with the fight just past the halfway point. Jay released the hold, got to her feet and walked back to her corner, leaving the American to recover. 

This time it was Peggy who stayed on her back throughout the break, desperately trying to recover from the beating she just received. When Shannon called second out, Peggy got to her feet but remained in the neutral corner waiting for the bell.

Once again, they circled cautiously before locking up, this time shoulder and elbow, each one trying to twist the other and take them to the mat, but both resisting fiercely. After a minute or so of stalemate and by mutual consent they separated and circled again searching for an opening.

Jay spotted one first, lunging at Peggy with a low tackle to the midriff and clattering the American into the turnbuckles. Although winded, Peggy was able to deliver a double axe blow to Jay’s back which dropped the blonde to her knees. A knee to her face put Jay on her back and Peggy went to jump on top of her only to find a raised knee that catapulted the redhead over the fallen blonde to land flat on her back in the centre of the ring.

They lay there, head-to-head, as Suzi counted over them, both taking the full 9 count to get to their feet, turn around and face each other again. What followed was a four-minute display of power moves by both fighters. These women were amazing. They had a combined age of 126 and a combine weight over 300 lb and yet here they were, after 15 minutes of combat, still throwing each other about the ring like they were rag dolls.

Once again it was Jay who won out, delivering fierce a reverse atomic drop to the redhead, much as Mandy had done to Sue earlier in the afternoon, and then stepping over Peggy to trap her in a Boston crab.

Peggy tapped out and, with 16 minutes gone, it was now two falls each and everything to fight for with just four minutes remaining on the clock. The bell sounded for the fifth and final fall and the two women quickly locked up, both eager to take the fight to their opponent and secure that victory.

Despite a determined effort on both sides neither a woman could secure an advantage. The seconds were ticking away and suddenly Jane Forester, who was acting as time keeper, cried out:

“One minute, ladies! One minute to go.”

Despite Jay’s gallant fight back it looked like this match was also heading for a draw, but Peggy was fading fast. Jay spun the unfortunate American back first into the ropes and clocked her with two forearms to the tits on the rebound. As Peggy folded forward Jay stepped over her head and, with twisting motion, took the two of them to the mat, her legs firmly locked around the Americans neck. Peggy’s eyes went wide with panic as the CLAWS president tighten her grip on the Americans throat.

This time there was no escape and Peggy frantically waved her submission. Sian sounded the bell bringing the battle to an end. Jay opened her legs and rolled sideways, allowing the exhausted American to flop out, face down on the canvas. Both women needed time to recover before getting their feet and joining Suzi in the centre of the ring where she announced:

“Ladies, after 19 minutes and 40 seconds, Peggy has submitted for a third and final time. Your winner by three falls to two is Jay.”

Victory by just 20 seconds. I felt sorry for Peggy but pleased for Jay, she had fought well and deserved the win. As Jay and Peggy made their way back to their corners Suzi addressed the audience again:

“Well ladies, now it’s my turn and this is something of a grudge match. In 1998 I lost the final of the UK topless women’s wrestling championships to a woman who many of you know well and is here today. I wouldn’t say she cheated in that match but she certainly played hard and fast with the rules when the ref wasn’t looking. 24 years later we’re both older and wiser and today I hope to get my revenge. Please welcome, in the red corner, NBFC founder and former UK topless women’s wrestling champion, Evelyn Walker!”

Evie stepped into the ring to applause and cat calls from the NBFC ladies as Suzi continued:

“And to see fair play we have an independent referee. Someone who has never fought either of us. Please welcome the secretary of the LLCC, Katie Holder.”

Katie stepped up into the ring, crossed to the centre and invited Suzi and Evie to join her. Was that why Katie was here? To referee a match between two veterans from other clubs? No, surely there must me more to it than that. I was determined to find out what was going on but first there was a fight to watch.

In the blue corner the victorious Mrs Marchant stepped through the ropes and took over seconding duties for Suzi while Sian got to her feet and made her way to the red corner to do the same for Evie as Blake and a rather dejected looking Peggy slipped between the ropes and returned to their seats on the hay bales. Moments after her mother walked away from the hay bale next to me Shannon took her place, squeezing my arm and giving me a peck on the cheek.

“Well done, auntie Ellen.”

Clearly her mother had told her to keep an eye on me. I wondered why, I felt fine. I later discovered they had been very concerned about the time I took to come round after my fight with Lesley. Unlike CLAWS the NBFC doesn’t have a resident doctor and the barn is a long way from the nearest ambulance.

As the seconds prepared their fighters for combat, I began to wonder exactly how Evie had cheated in their title fight all those years before. Some suggested it had been tampering with Suzi’s briefs or sticking a hand down the front of them and pulling her pubes. others that it was something far more sexual like stimulating the big brunette to the brink of orgasm and forcing her to submit. Knowing Suzi, that seemed unlikely to me.

Of course, there would be a video of the fight in the archives and I made a mental note to watch it sometime. For now, I was just keen to watch the live action between these two powerful but different women and find out if Suzi could exact her revenge on the Mancunian blonde.

I found myself questioning Suzi’s logic in picking this venue for a fight she clearly wanted to win. She was so obviously at a disadvantage on several counts. They were fighting in Sian’s barn, somewhere Suzi has never fought before but was Evie’s home turf. They would be fighting under MFC rules, not quite no holds barred but certainly fewer holds barred than Suzi would be used to at CLAWS. They would be fighting naked something that Evie was used to but, as far as I knew, Suzi had never done before.

And then there was a question of the last time they’d fought. Evie had been in this ring at least three times in the last year to my knowledge. She fought me, Shannon and her own daughter and won each match, Suzi had not been in the ring in four years.

Finally, there was a question of sexuality. Suzi was among the most heterosexual women I knew. She enjoyed the grunt and grapple purely in the sporting physical contact sense. In all the times I’d fought I’ve never sensed any sexual tension between us. By contrast, although Evie claims to be straight, she is very much a sex fighter. Every fight I’ve seen her in involved stimulating her opponent to orgasm. I wondered if she could do the same to Suzi?

It seemed like Evie held all the aces as, after the shortest of briefings from the young referee the two 54-year-olds returned to their corners and, a few seconds later, came out at the sound of the bell.
They circled slowly before closing on each other and locking up. Suzi got the upper hand, twisting and using her bulk to take the taller blonde to the mat in a side headlock and hoping for a quick and easy pin. But Evie was an experienced fighter and was having none of it and soon reversed the situation. Then Suzi reversed it again.

After several minutes of intense struggle on the canvas, with the advantage changing hands many times, Suzi eventually got the upper hand. Grabbing Evie by the wrists she turned the blonde onto her back before straddling her, knees on her shoulders and her big behind pressed firmly on the blonde’s chest.  Evie tried to bridge out but a quick bounce of Suzi’s arse on her tits put paid to that. Katie dropped to the mat and counted the pin. First blood to Suzi.

Suzi stood up and returned to her corner, Evie took a moment to catch her breath before sitting up, shaking her head and getting slowly to her feet. Both women were clearly feeling the effects of the struggle already.

When the bell rang for the start of the second fall Evie was quickly on the attack, keen to even things up. Suzi may have been heavier than Evie but that didn’t stop the blonde spending a few minutes tossing her about the ring like she was a rag doll. For a 54-year-old Evie was both very fit and strong, and she also seemed determined to win this match. Suzi found herself repeatedly thrown, tossed, clotheslined and posted, even making an unplanned excursion outside the ring at one point. NBFC rules give little respite to a victim and Evie repeatedly hauled Suzi off the mat before she had a chance to recover.

But it wasn’t all one-way traffic. Although Suzi was on the back foot she managed to escape three pin attempts, almost managing to reverse one of them. Eventually the relentless beating began to take its toll. A particularly savage posting left Suzi slumped in a corner until the athletic miss Walker monkey flipped her to the centre of the ring.

For a moment it looked like the fight could be over but, as Katie counted over her, Suzi rolled over and slowly pushed herself to her hands and knees while Evie took a much-needed breather in a neutral corner.

As the brunette came to her feet, Evie jumped on her back, wrapping her calves around Suzi’s thighs and her hands around her face. The impact knocked the Marshall’s boss off balance and she fell face first the mat with Evie on top. For a moment Suzi tried desperately to remove Evie’s hands from her mouth and nose, knowing that failure to do so with leave her starved of oxygen, but it was futile. The blonde, for her part, began spreading Suzi’s legs, forcing the brunette’s thighs open. Unable to dislodge Evie’s hands, Suzi tried to dislodge her by placing her palms flat on the mat and pushing up. But Evie was too well placed and she lacked the strength to lift herself and the blonde on her back.

At that point Evie change tactics, using her left hand to cup Suzi’s chin and put pressure on her neck while she snaked her right hand behind her. From where Sian and I were sat was impossible to see exactly where that wandering hand went but it became fairly clear Suzi’s mouth formed a perfect O as a shocked expression crossed her face and she quickly slapped the mat to tap out.

This time it was Evie who made her way confidently back to her corner while Suzi lay on the mat collecting her thoughts before slowly getting up and returning to her corner. Watching the Marshall’s CEO making her way back to the blue corner Shannon gave me a nudge and said:

“I’m not sure Ms. Lomax approved of auntie Evie’s tactic’s there.”

“Probably not, Shannon, Suzi isn’t that way inclined…”

“That’s a shame, she’s very sexy.”

“Shannon! Behave! Every woman is very sexy in your eyes, even me…”

“Especially you, auntie Ellen.”

With that she stuck a hand between my legs and kissed both my nipples before looking up at me and smiling sweetly. I didn’t protest as her fingers took over where her mother’s had left off a few minutes earlier and, instead, turned my attention back to the action in the ring as the fighters prepared for the third fall.

In the corner nearest to us Suzi was breathing hard and sweating profusely as Jay did her best to ready her fighter for the next fall. If, as I suspected, this was Suzi’s first proper fight in four years she was getting a good workout. Across the other side of the ring Evie looked comparatively cool and comfortable as she allowed Sian to massage her shoulders.

After two long, drawn out falls, the third fall was a comparatively short affair. The bell sounded for the start of the fall and the two fighters came out of their corners. Evie with a spring in her step and Suzi moving more slowly and cautiously. They circled for a moment and then Evie charged across the ring and slammed into Suzi again, taking them both through the ropes, landing in front of us with Evie on top.

Evie was quick to capitalise. Sian’s ring isn’t particularly high, just two feet off the floor, but that didn’t stop Evie hauling Suzi to her knees and slamming her, tits first, into the ring apron before vaulting over the brunette and back into the ring where Katie began counting.

Suzi hauled herself up onto the apron and rolled under the bottom rope before slowly coming to her feet as Katie’s count reached nine. Evie was quickly at her side. A scything kick to the midriff doubled the brunette over and knee lifts to her big tits dropped her back to her knees. Evie stepped in front of her and, trapping Suzi’s head between her thighs, bent down, wrapped her arms around the big brunette’s waist, hoisted her in the air and dropped her unceremoniously on her back before dropping on top of the back of her thighs and pinning her. From our vantage point by the blue corner Sian and I were treated to a fine display of stacked arses and pussies as Katie counted out the pin and Evie took the lead.

This time Suzi remained on the mat for several seconds before getting to her feet and staggering back to the blue corner and a concerned Mrs. Marchant. Jay did her best but while Evie still looked fresh, if a little red faced and sweaty, Suzi looked done in as they got to their feet and the bell sounded for the fourth fall.

Now trailing by two falls to one and a single fall from defeat things didn’t look great for the big brunette as the blonde picked up where she had left off a minute or so earlier. Evie spent the next three minutes or so subjecting the brunette to a total assault on her tits and pussy. She took full advantage of the relaxed NBFC rules, throwing her opponent around the ring and repeatedly punching and stomping on the brunette’s sensitive parts as Suzi struggled to get to her feet before resorting to boxing the groggy brunette. 

It seemed that Evie was determined to completely destroy her opponent. Suzi may be the more experienced boxer but Evie proved no slouch when it came to bare knuckles and beat out a tattoo on the brunette’s F cups pushing her back into a corner.

With the brunette seemingly dazed and unable to fight back, Evie slipped a hand between Suzi’s legs and kissed her hard on the lips. I couldn’t believe it; Evie was trying to get Suzi turned on. Then I thought to myself ‘if anyone can do it Evie can’, and it certainly looked like she was succeeding as Suzi let out a low moan and appeared to relax into the blonde’s embrace.

But then, as Evie also started to relax, Suzi pushed herself out of the corner, toppling them both over and landing on top of the blonde. She quickly grabbed Evie’s arms, tucked her feet inside the blonde’s thighs and pressed her huge breasts into the unfortunate Mancunian’s face. The combination grapevine and breast smother with those big breasts had Evie frantically waving her submission as a muffled cry of “I give” escaped the F cups and, just like that, Suzi was back in the fight.

Suzi’s biggest asset has always been her bulk. She may not be in the same league as Mandy but at 5’4”, 165lbs and 44F-30-46 she’s a big girl. More importantly she knows how to control it, using her pendulous tits to aid rather than upset her balance.

When the bell sounded for the fifth fall it was clear that Evie hadn’t fully recovered from being crushed and Suzi was quick to take advantage. She charged across the ring and body slammed the blonde back into the red corner, knocking the wind out of her. She then took a step back, grabbed Evie’s left arm and spun her across the ring into the blue corner.

Evie slammed back first into the corner post before stumbling forward. She looked to be heading face first to the canvas but her buxom tormentor had other ideas. She grabbed the blonde by the shoulders as she pitched forward and drove her knee into Evie’s chin. Adjusting her grip to the blonde’s middle she hoisted the unfortunate woman into the air and dropped to her knees, pile driving the blonde to the mat.

With Evie’s legs still draped over her shoulders, Suzi got to her feet and then sat down, slamming the blonde’s back into the mat. It was a risky strategy with her opponent’s knees either side of her head and, unsurprisingly, a desperate Evie tried for a head scissors. A punch to the gut put a stop to that and Suzi grabbed the blonde’s ankles, folded her into a matchbook pin.

But Evie wasn’t done and, somehow, she managed to kick the big brunette off as she got to her feet and attempted to straddle her calves. Suzi staggered backwards as Evie unfolded and lay spreadeagled on the mat. Katie began counting and, at five, Evie rolled over and pushed herself up.

As she came to her knees, Suzi stepped up behind her, grabbed her shoulders and ran her into the turnbuckles before spinning her around and delivering a series of punches to the blonde’s tits and belly. Evie hung on the ropes, crucified in the corner, any remaining fight fading fast as the buxom brunette delivered a scissor kick to her gut.

Suzi was in complete control now as she grabbed the groggy blonde by her shoulders and crotch, hoisted her up, turned her head to the mat and body slammed her to the canvas. Completely out of it, Evie lay on her back as the big brunette planted her ample backside on the blonde’s face.

Evie made a half-hearted attempt to bridge out but she was a spent force and Suzi was perfectly positioned on her shoulders, her considerable bulk giving the blonde no chance of unseating her.

Katie dropped to the mat by Evie’s shoulders, slapped it three times and signalled for the bell. Suzi relaxed, raised her arms in victory and let out a small squeal as Evie’s tongue found her clit and the straightest woman wrestler I know experienced what was probably her first ever victory orgasm. A moan from beneath the brunette’s buttocks indicated that Evie, in defeat, had also peaked.

Katie didn’t wait for the two exhausted and aroused women to get up before announced: “Ladies, less there be any doubt, after a hard fought 16 minutes and 30 seconds, your winner by three falls to two is Suzi Lomax!”

After about a minute Suzi got shakily to her feet, turned and extended a hand to Evie as she sat up, helping the beaten blonde to her feet. If there had been any animosity between them before the fight it had now dissipated and the pair embraced fondly before making their way to their respective corners.

With Suzi finally feeling she’d got justice we moved on to the main event of the day, Terri against Blake. Blake and Terri had met once before at the NBFC way back in 1990. At the time 22-year-old Terri was something of a rookie compared to the 28-year-old Blake. Terri had told me the story of their encounter. Of how she put up a good fight but Blake had first got her sexually aroused, causing her to cum, before knocking her out in the fifth round.

Thirty-two years later Terri was hoping to set the record straight and show that she was the better boxer. Well, I didn’t doubt Terri skills for a moment. But I also knew her weaknesses and I wondered if in her more senior years she did actually have the capability to beat the American who had knocked me out six weeks earlier.

As always at the NBFC, there were no formalities and no tale of the tape. The two fighters stepped through the ropes and joined the referee while their seconds, Peggy for Blake and Shannon for Terri, took their places in their respective corners. Suzi gave the two girls a firm talking to and sent them to their corners. With few rules and nowhere considered ‘off limits’ she would have little to do. Seconds later, the bell rang and the fight was on.

As you would expect from two experienced veterans, they spent the first minute or two of round one feeling each other out. But it was clear that Blake was keen to get things moving and for the last minute or so of the round she went on the attack. Terri was on the back foot, forced to cover up as the shorter woman threw punches without reply.

This wasn’t the Terri I was used to. Although she avoided a knock down, when the round ended, she walked back to her corner sweating hard and looking decidedly uncomfortable. Had memories of her past encounter with Blake got her rattled? 

Things didn’t get any better for Terri in round two. Blake and clearly sensed her unease and went on the attack from the opening bell. It wasn’t long before Terri tasted the canvas for the first time when a left/right combination to her tits was followed by a left hook that sent her spinning to the deck.

She made it up at eight and immediately went on the defensive, clearly shaken by Blake’s aggression. For the next minute or so she back pedalled around the ring as Blake launched punch after punch, most of which failed to connect.

Eventually Blake backed Terri into the red corner where three straight rights to the English woman’s left breast and ribs dropped her to her knees. Blake retreated to a neutral corner as Suzi started counting and Terri cradled her injured boob, tears welling up in her eyes. Peggy, just feet from Terri outside the ring, shouted encouragement to Blake as the tall brunette got slowly to her feet.

Suzi stopped counting at nine, allowed Terri to get clear of the corner and then waved Blake back in. They squared off. Terri raised her guard and tried throwing a few punches of her own but Blake brushed them aside and quickly worked her way inside Terri’s defences.

A hard right to the solar plexus stopped Terri in her tracks. Her guard came down and Blake started pummelling the brunette’s breasts and ribs, forcing the taller woman back into the blue corner. Terri did her best to cover up but she was soon wilting again under the red head’s assault.

As she sought to protect her battered boobs Terri left herself exposed. A right uppercut landed square on her love box and her knees began to buckle as a left connected with her jaw and snapped her head back.

Satisfied that she had done enough damage, Blake took a step back, allowing Terri to drop to her knees, and then made her way to a neutral corner as the brunette pitch forward onto all fours.

As Terri stared at the canvas, gasping for breath and sobbing gently, Suzi moved in and began counting over the fallen brunette. She had only reached four when the bell sounded for the end if round two.

Shannon was quickly in the ring, placing a stool behind Terri’s voluptuous backside and helping her to sit back on it. Meanwhile Blake made her way back to the red corner, tapping her gloves together in frustration. It was clear that Blake felt that the bell had cheated her out of an early victory, but I wasn’t convinced. Terri is a tough woman and I’d seen her take harder beatings than that, beat the count and come back to win the fight.

When Sian called ‘seconds out’ for round three I glanced across at the blue corner to see my suspicions confirmed. Terri was on her feet and bobbing gently, showing no signs of her recent beating. Her face was also wearing the ‘Tee look’, that combination of anger and determination that says ‘I’m not done with you yet’. I’d been on the receiving end of that look on more than one occasion and I knew that Blake was about to face that most frightening of thing – a woman scorned.

I had expected Terri to come out for round three with all guns blazing but I was wrong. At the sound of the bell, she came out cautiously, leading with jabs and using her height and reach to keep Blake at a distance. It was a good defensive strategy but it wasn’t going to win her the fight. Sooner or later Blake was going to find a way through her guard and she’d be in trouble again.

Again, I misread things. Terri had clearly studied her opponent and was playing with her, waiting until the American got frustrated and made a mistake. After a minute of having her blows parried and receiving the odd tap on the cheek, ear or temple from the brunette, Blake feinted to her right before ducking low to her left. Terri anticipated the move and a right uppercut connected with the redhead’s jaw. A left hook from the brunette caught the side of Blake’s head and sent her staggering to her left. Terri made to follow her but a wild left from the shorter woman caught her in her nether regions and she backed off.

Blake gathered herself and for the next minute or so the two went toe-to-toe trading punches until another left from Blake found Terri’s pubic thatch and the brunette dropped to her knees again. Suzi stepped in quickly and ushered Blake to a neutral corner before she could follow up. Terri was on her feet by the time the count reached six but Suzi insisted on a full nine count before waving the redhead back in.

This time there was no pretence from the brunette as she went on the attack. Blake was hit by a volley of solid blows to the breasts and belly that pushed her back onto the ropes before a solid right uppercut connected with her pussy, almost lifting her off the ground.

Blake dropped to her knees clutching herself and gasping as Terri made her way to a neutral corner. The bell for the end of the round sounded at eight but this time it was Blake on her knees and looking in more trouble than Terri had four minutes earlier.

After about 10 seconds, Blake hauled herself to her feet and stumbled awkwardly back to the red corner where Peggy was waiting with an ice pack to apply to her abused sex. I knew what affect that would have Terri and myself but Blake’s pelvic floor was clearly made as strongest stuff and there was no sudden cry or frantic grab for a bucket. Between rounds the expression on Blake’s face said everything. She looked tired, pained and worried; a sharp contrast to the confident woman who had been sitting in the corner just four minutes earlier.

On the other side of the ring Terri now looked to be brimming with confidence as she stood in her corner, eschewing the offer of a stool from Shannon while the young farmer’s daughter wiped sweat from her body and sprayed her with a cooling jet of water.

Before long Sian called out seconds out for round four and Blake got wearily to her feet, ready to face off again against the younger brunette. From the opening bell it was one-way traffic as Terri danced across the ring and landed a series of solid punches to Blake’s breasts and belly that had the redhead reeling from the get go.

With just moments of round gone Blake desperately clung onto Terri, pulling her into a clinch. Suzi moved into separate the pair but, with no standing counts, simply waved box on. Blake wearily raised her guard, which Terri easily brushed aside with a left hook before a right cross struck the redhead in the kisser and sent her staggering back against the ropes again.

Left and right upper cuts to Blake’s E cup breasts sent them into unnatural shapes and elicited screams of pain for the older woman before another uppercut to the pussy dropped her to her knees and she pitched face forward on the mat.

Terri retreated to the neutral corner as Suzi began to count. It was something of a formality. Blake had barely stirred by the time the count reach 10 and Sian sounded the bell for the end of the fight. Terri was triumphant and Blake had lost her second fight in a row. She would have her work cut out if she was to get back to winning ways in time to beat Rose Dawson in just eight weeks’ time.

“Ladies, that concludes our programme for this afternoon. I’m sure our fighters would like to take a few minutes to freshen up but if the rest of you would like to make your way out to the patio Bec has prepared a buffet for us and everyone is welcome to stay for a bite and a glass of wine.”


Back in our room I asked Sue how she was feeling. By way of answer, she burst into tears and, between sobs, said:

“Oh Ellen, what was I thinking? I was no match for that bitch. You warned me but I ignored you. I’m sorry Ellen, I let you down and I let myself down.”

“There, there.” I said to her, pulling her close and hugging her to my sweaty cleavage, “It’s all over now. You’re still a great fighter and she’s still a fat bitch. Next time, pick on someone your own size.”

She looked up at me and smiled, sniffing back her tears.

“Take a moment honey.” I said, “I’m going to grab a shower and get changed. Take your time and then come and join us.”

She sat on the bed while I made my way to the bathroom.  Half an hour later, showered and changed I made my way out to the patio to join the other guests, leaving Sue to her own thoughts. I’m pleased to say that it wasn’t too long before she joined us, her smile restored, and began happily mingling with the guests.

Seeing her alone, I made a bee line for Katie, still itching to know what had brought her north at exactly the same time as Blake and Peggy. I had my suspicions that she was here at Rose’s request but that alone didn’t make sense. Normally I’m not so direct but I knew Katie’s mother to be a very forthright lady and I sensed from our previous meeting that she was cut from the same cloth so I just came right out with it:

“Hello Katie, are you here to spy on Blake for Rose?”

She looked at me and laughed:

“No, not really, although I’m sure she’ll quiz me about today’s events. I had a long-standing invitation from Sian to visit and, when I heard that you were all going to be here, I thought why not come and watch the legends in action? I’m also hoping to get some action myself tomorrow. But my real reason for being here is to talk to Jay and Suzi. The Mitchell-Dawson fight is attracting a lot of attention from would be spectators and I’m struggling to find a suitable venue in London that isn’t silly money to hire. I’m wondering whether Jay and Suzi would allow us to stage the fight at Marshall’s? I understand from mum that you can get 200 people in there, maybe more, and we have people wanting to come from all over the country so it doesn’t have to be in London.”

So that was it. A chance to meet with Jay and Suzi on neutral territory. I wondered what Suzi and, more importantly, Jay would make of Katie’s proposal. Although the CLAWS setup at Marshall’s was hardly secret Jay had always tried to keep it a private, by invitation only, affair. The idea of opening up to a crowd of strangers, albeit predominantly veterans of the female fight scene themselves, might not sit well with her. Ultimately it was Gabi’s decision but she trusted her lieutenants and would probably go along with their recommendations.

I mingled for a bit, talking to one old friend or another, until I found myself with Jane, who introduced me to the young black fighter Rylie had beaten earlier and her mother.

I commiserated with Honey on her loss to Rylie and she introduced me to her mother, Sonia, a dark skinned 43-year-old beauty who was herself an NBFC veteran and still active with the club. I liked Sonia and we got on like a house on fire. I made a mental note that, on a future visit, Sonia might make a suitable opponent for Lynne or Sue.

The buffet, while more traditionally English that Jan’s fare, was delicious and I asked Sian to introduce me to the chef, something she was happy to do. She led me over to a girl with straight, shoulder length hair wearing a white apron.

“This is Bec,” Said Sian, “she does a lot of event catering for me. She’s also a bit handy in the ring and will be joining us tomorrow. Bec, this is Ellen Shaw, she’s something of a legend, but then so are a lot of my guests today.”

Well, thanks for the build-up, Sian but also ‘wow’, another of Sian’s sexy fighters. Bec was a slightly plump but cute 34-year-old brunette with a broad backside who had been with the NBFC for just under seven years. She looked an ideal match for either Paige or Katie and I had no doubt she’d faced her stablemate, the insatiable Shannon Ryan, on more than one occasion.

“Pleased to meet you Ellen,” said Bec, “I saw you in action against Mitzi here a few years ago. I’d not been with the NBFC long and I was in a tag match with the Walker sisters earlier in the evening. I thought your fight with Mitzi was amazing, and you came so close to winning.”

I resisted the urge to relive those moments six years and asked her: “How did you get on that night?”

“It was an unusual fight for the NBFC, a best of three falls contest with pins as well as submissions. I was teamed with Carole against Helen and another girl call Nikki. Sadly, we lost. Carole pinned Nikki but Helen trapped me in a Boston crab and I had to tap out. Then she pinned her sister to take the match.”

The result didn’t surprise me. Helen was the larger and more powerful of the Walker sisters and I suspected it wasn’t often that Carole got the jump on her older sibling.

Throughout the evening I’d kept half an eye on Katie as she discussed her proposal with Jay and Suzi. Although they spent some time deep in conversation their body language gave nothing away and I couldn’t second guess the progress of their negotiations.

One by one the guests drifted away and eventually only those staying at the farm remained. As the light faded, we sat on the patio in silent contemplation until Sian said: “Well ladies, that was a pleasant afternoon, what shall we do tomorrow?”

Peggy said: “Much as we’d like to stay and enjoy your company we are on a tight schedule and we will have to leave you in the morning. Blake and I are flying to Paris tomorrow afternoon and Rylie has to get the train south as she’s due in college on Monday.”

“That’s a shame,” said Shannon, “I quite fancied getting in the ring with you, Rylie.”

‘I bet you did.’ I thought to myself, knowing Shannon’s love of getting to grips with other girls. Age didn’t seem to matter to the nymphomaniac lesbian but I’m sure that a 19-year-old would appeal to her more that a woman of my age. 

“Never mind,” said Sian, “There are five of us here who didn’t fight today, and there are still five of you ladies who did. Let’s get some rest and, tomorrow, we can arrange something for those of you who fancy a tussle.”

I looked round the room at the girls who had been in the ring earlier. I didn’t doubt for a moment that Terri would be up for something, Suzi also looked keen. I wasn’t sure about Jay and Sue looked deep in thought. I had no doubt she was feeling the effects of her beating by Mandy, not just physically but mentally as well. As for me, I was keeping an open mind, I’d see how I felt tomorrow. I decided it was time to take my roommate to bed and see what I could do to ease her pain.

At Sian’s suggestion we all decided to turn in. Back in our room at the end of the evening Sue was still tired, downcast and in a lot of pain from her beating from Mandy. She quickly stripped and climbed into bed, laying on her side with her back to me and her arms cradling her bosom. I stroked her back and caressed her bum for a while but she was clearly in no mood to reciprocate or entertain me so I let her rest.

When I was sure she was asleep I got out my iPad and earbuds, connected to Sian’s Wi-Fi and logged into the CLAWS video archive. The archive contains virtually every female fight video that’s ever been released (and quite a lot that haven’t) and is freely available to core CLAWS members like myself over a secure internet link.

Thanks to her recent deal with Tygress Productions and the Marshall organisation, Sian now had powerful satellite broadband. Not fast enough to be able to transmit live fights from the barn but certainly a lot better than most of her neighbours up here in the hills and more than enough to stream high-definition video.

After a few minutes searching I located the 1998 topless women’s wrestling tournament title fight between Evelyn Walker and Suzi Lomax. It was an original video so following the action wasn’t that easy but, knowing that Tygress had done a deal with the LLCC as well, it would only be a matter of time until Paige and her team worked their magic on some of these classic fights from the 90s.

I watched the struggle between Evie and Suzi go to and fro for almost 15 minutes until it looked like Suzi was about to secure the winning pin, her knees firmly planted on Evie shoulders and her bum on the blonde’s boobs. The referee dropped to the canvas and slapped it, counting the pin. As she slapped a second time the camera was looking straight at Suzi. A shocked expression crossed her face and she began to fall backwards. Evie’s legs hooked themselves under Suzi’s armpits and the brunette was suddenly on her back and the blonde sitting up with the brunette’s arse in her lap.

The camera panned sideways to reveal Evie’s feet, firmly pressing Suzi’s shoulders to the mat as she folded the big brunette into a matchbook pin. The referee quickly switch position and counted the pin and the fight was over.

When the bell rang Evie lay back on the mat allowing Suzi to unfold on top of her. They lay there for a moment and then Suzi got to her feet and went over to the referee complaining verbally to her while tugging the back of her own briefs. The sound quality wasn’t brilliant but I could distinctly hear Suzi screaming:

“Cheating cow pulled my pants!”

And various other, less ladylike, comments. The referee, who I recognised the indomitable Terri Cox, politely explained to the irate brunette that she had seen nothing, being herself on the mat counting Evie. Evie meantime had got to her feet gone back to her corner.

Suzi continued to argue for a bit longer but quickly realised it was futile. Terri hadn’t seen anything and the referee’s decision was final. Reluctantly she went back to her corner, grabbed a towel from her second, who I recognised as Christine Bennett, and turned to face her opponent.

In the red corner Evie was celebrating with two women who I recognised as Sian Ryan and Mitzi McLean, both of whom had also fought in the tournament and lost to Suzi.

Well, that seemed to explain it. Nothing sexual, just costume interference. No wonder Suzi was happy to fight Evie naked this time around, at least it meant the blonde couldn’t pull her pants.

I switched off the iPad and for a moment wondered what the others were up to and whether I should go and join them in their nighttime gymnastics. I looked down sleeping Sue and decided perhaps rest would be the better option. After all, tomorrow was another day and knowing Sian and Shannon, whatever the day brought would include some action for all of us in the ring. Personally, I was looking forward to it.