I'm surprised Sara has set up this match. She knows that when I can take her down, there'll be no mercy. Oh she's given me some tough matches in the past, and has even been lucky enough to win some. But pure wrestling is more my territory than Sara's tendency towards mma or even cat. And add my power, aggression, high pain threshold and even higher Alpha complex...I approach this event brimming with confidence. And on her home ground too, it couldn't be better.
Barbara, my second, brings me my towel and water bottle as I go through my stretch and warm up routine. I'm proud of my 5'6'' 135lbs frame, lean, toned, esp my abs and arms. At 34 years old, I've been wrestling for nearly 15 years now. I'm wearing 'kini bottoms, not shorts, and a sports bra. Red and Green stripe, the colours of the Welsh flag, my homeland - I'm a Valleys girl brought up in the toughest district, the Rhondda. I have a tattoo of a pair of boxing gloves on my left bicep. A freshly inked red Welsh dragon runs down the centre of my back breathing a spikey red flame. Around the top of my right thigh, another tatt of a ring of barbed wire. Underneath are inked the words 'You Lose'.
My heart is beating fast but I'm focused. After wiping my hands and arms down, I take a swig of water. Roll my head around, loosen my neck. Shake my arms loose, then each leg in turn....watching you now, unflinching, staring right at you, through you. Barbara holds up two large thick kick boxing sparring gloves to me. I clench my fists, thwack them in a one two jab, quick and hard, repeating it twice more. She pushes the gloves against me, I push back so hard, she stumbles. I turn back towards Sara. I'm ready to hurt her, to break her, to retire her. Stride forward. hands raised...'Come on bitch, your time has come!'
