The two women had met on the Net and arranged for a private catfight, the day
finally arriving after countless e-mails and one long plane trip to the
States. Emma was set to face off with a number of opponents on her American
tour, but the Boston-based blonde before her was to be the first.

The living room of Dina's small two-story New England home was large enough
for their private wrestling match - contemporary furniture spaced out to the
sides, the atmosphere and decorations all in bright white. The two women
stared at one another, hands set defiantly on their hips, each having never
seen the other fight but both with female fighting experience. Each was also
confident she could best her imminent opponent, today or any other day.

They stood in front of the fireplace, cleaned and shut down for the summer.
They crouched with hands in front of them and readied themselves to begin
their fight, and waited for the alarm clock on the mantle to sound …

… and as soon as it did, Emma jumped forward the few feet between the two
combatants, fastened her hands about Dina's short, slender neck, and began
squeezing. The blonde gasped, eyes shut in immediate agony, and gripped the
brunette's wrists as she tried to break free, but her guest hung on
tenaciously, almost maniacally. Emma's thumbs pressed down hard into Dina's
throat as the two women shifted about the living room, bare feet shuffling
and scrabbling upon the carpet as they struggled.

Emma held on for all she was worth, forcing Dina to her knees as she
continued to choke her smaller adversary senseless, the blonde still fumbling
futilely at the brunette's grasping, gripping hands, coughing filling the air
about them before Emma finally toppled her victim to the floor. Dina landed
flat on her back, Emma landing hard atop her enemy and knocking even more air
from the blonde's body as she continued squeezing with all her strength as
Dina gacked and gurgled and gasped. Her eyes were closed in agony, and she
sucked futilely for breath as consciousness fled her oxygen-starved form,
until her dark-haired opponent finally, mercifully, choked her completely
unconscious, and she was still.

Emma sat up and straddled her smaller opponent, smiling at her handiwork, as
she knew all too well what it was like to be on the receiving end of such a
brutal stranglehold. Better you than me, blondie, thought the brunette with a
wry smile. Standing up, she looked down upon Dina's unconscious form,
savoring her quick victory, before reaching down and grasping Dina by the
ankles, as she began dragging the blonde along the carpet to the staircase
that led upstairs ...

END