As the cage door slammed shut leaving the combatants locked in with the referee, Markie Post looked a little nervous. Both she and Heather Thomas wore robes as they walked toward the middle of the ring. The referee wore a microphone so the packed arena crowd could hear him speak.
"Okay ladies, we all know the stakes of this fight. The serum that you have both been taking for the last two months is limited. The winner gets a life time supply, while the other will have to discontinue and return to her normal age." said the referee.
Both women winced at the thought. They were both in their sixties and though still beautiful women had watched their acting careers end because of their age. Heather smiled as she let her robe slide to mat, revealing a red sports bra and trunks that barely covered the body of a twenty year old. Heather's smile broadened as she reveled in the cheers and cat calls she had so loved forty years before.
"Come on, loose the robe you old prude." said Heather.
"I don't like being paraded around like a side of beef." said Markie.
"That didn't stop you from taking the serum, or agreeing to fight for it. Admit you love looking twenty years old again." said Heather.
Markie let out a grunt, but she had to admit if only to herself. Markie closed her eyes and let the robe slide to the mat. Heather's eyes widened as she looked across the cage at a body that could match her own. Markie was dressed in a green sports bra and trunks.
"This is going to be fun." said Heather as she moved toward Markie.
The referee gave the signal to begin and Heather raised her hands in a defensive position. Heather's lips curled up in a slight smile. This wasn't the first fight for the former 80's bad girl and she knew she had the experience over the always prim and proper Markie. Heather swung for Markie's head, but Markie ducked and drove her fist into Heather's belly.
"Oooomphh!" grunted Heather as she was picked up off the mat and bent over by the blow.
Heather got back to her feet with a look of surprise on her face.
"Who taught you how to fight?" asked Heather.
"I've been training for the past two months, what have you been doing? laying out in the sun?" asked Markie.
Heather winced, she had to admit she hadn't taken Markie seriously. Heather moved in again, and Markie snapped a kick into Heather's left thigh.
"Owwh! Take it easy on the legs will you? Made a lot of money off of them." said Heather as she hopped away on her right leg.
Markie kicked toward Heather's belly, but Heather stepped to the side and caught Markie's ankle with her left hand.
"Oh fudge." moaned Markie.
Markie let out a scream as Heather drove her elbow down on Markie's thigh just above the knee, then extended her arm to pop her fist into Markie's nose and stop the scream. Markie staggered back feeling her nose to make sure it wasn't broken, but it was. Markie shook her leg trying to loosen up the muscle and numb the pain.
"You could just give up now." said Heather.
Markie screamed as she launched herself at Heather. Markie knocked Heather to the mat and sat on her chest. Heather groaned as Markie began raining straight hard rights down on Heather's face. Heather managed to squirm around to get her arms free and pushed Markie off. Markie rolled to her feet and smiled when she saw that Heather lay on her side gasping in pain. Markie walked back to Heather and gave her a hard kick in the gut. Heather groaned as she curled up in pain.
"You could just give up now." taunted Markie.
Markie put her foot on Heather's shoulder and turned the blonde over on her back. Markie bent over to grab a handful of hair, instead Heather grabbed Markie's wrist and pulled her closer. Heather raised her legs up, putting her right shin under Markie's jaw and the left leg hooked over Markie's neck. Heather reached up and locked her hands behind Markie's head, pulling down.
"No! please no!" gulped Markie with what little breath she could muster.
Markie tried to turn Heather over, but she couldn't. She tried to pick Heather up off the mat, but she was already too short of breath.
"You witch!" groaned Markie as she passed out.
The referee signaled Heather to break the hold and she let Markie flop to the mat. Heather smiled, and put her foot on Markie's belly as the referee raised her hand.
