My Wife -- My Heroine!

By T. Trolley

It's one thing to watch two beautiful women fight each other.

But it's a whole different thing when one of the women fighting is your wife.
And it's still another thing if your woman is fighting another woman in
hand-to-hand combat -- to a decision -- in front of a screaming
audience in a warehouse!

And yet another thing if the other woman -- who is smaller than your wife --
beats your wife her with her bare hands and humiliates her while you and the
entire world is watching!

Such was the case that I faced when my wife Double J agreed to fight Jane
Curtin in a hand-to-hand, no holds barred fight in a local warehouse!

Though I was very concerned for my wife regarding her getting hurt and the
consequences of her losing the fight both physically and emotionally, I was
unbelieveably excited and aroused with the thought of my wife
fighting another woman in hand-to-hand combat when I heard the news! I was
going to find out for sure if my wife was better than Jane -- or if Jane was
better than my wife -- once and for all!


I had always dreamed that my wife, Double J, would someday fight Jane Curtin.
Why Jane? Who knows. But that was the match I dreamed of, and now it was
becoming a reality!

My wife had just turned 40 a few months ago, and she was my heroine. She was
a wonderful person in every way, very sweet and kind, very down to earth --
and best of all, we both loved each other very, very much. I adored her and
thought she was the best wife in the world. But my wife
and and Jane Curtin, who was 45, didn't like each other. Just a plain old
personality conflict.

One day, somebody suggested to both of them that they meet in a warehouse at
night and "settle their differences" in a no-holds-barred fight to the finish
in front of an audience so the winner would have the pleasure of beating and
humiliating the loser in front of witnesses, thereby making sure the loser
would be humiliated and everybody would then know who the better woman was!

A fight like this between two women is unlike anything anyone has ever seen.
A fight involving two females is much more furious and savage due to its
gladiatoress nature -- and is indescribably erotic --especially when both women
fight in an enclosed area in front of scores of people as well as their husbands
and boyfriends. It becomes a battle of who's better and who can prove it to
everybody watching. Thus, there is tremendous pride on the line as well and the
women involved would do
anything it took to avoid being shown as inferior in front of an audience --
especially if the audience involved significant others.

My wife who was 5-6 and weighed 165 lbs., was bigger, taller and younger than
Jane, 5-3 and 120 lbs. The only thing Jane had going for her was that she was
in much better shape and physical condition than my wife. Despite this fact,
I was not worried and encouraged my wife to accept the challenge and fight
Jane since I knew my wife was bigger and probably stronger than Jane and would
probably beat her in hand-to-hand combat.

Neither woman could back down or else they would have looked like cowards, so
both women bravely accepted and agreed to fight each other until one of them
gave up!

We had just one week before my wife's fight against Jane. At first, my wife
was really worried. She often asked, "What if Jane beats me in front of all
those people? What am I going to do? I don't know how to
fight!"

I immediately told her that Jane didn't know how to fight either but I knew
her husband Pat would try to teach her skills that would enable her to do just
that. Therefore, we had to make sure that she would be prepared to fight Jane
to the bitter end -- hopefully Jane's and not hers!

"Honey, I'm honestly not worried about you fighting Jane," I told her. "If I
thought she'd beat you, don't you think I'd be worried too? I have complete
and utter confidence that you're better and stronger than she is and you will
beat her. But we have to make sure of that and do some preparation. I don't want
you to lose that fight in front of all those people and get embarrassed and
humiliated, especially by a smaller woman like Jane!"

So we worked the entire seven days on getting her into better fighting
condition, swimming as much as possible in our backyard pool and doing exercises to
strengthen her upper body. She also spent a lot of time on
our treadmill, working on her conditioning. I also taught her several holds
that she could use. Since my wife was bigger and stronger than Jane -- at least
in my opinion --I taught her the combination bearhug/body scissors that could
crush Jane's body two ways at one time and render
her helpless.

We practiced and practiced that hold every night in bed --which of course led
each time to what married people do.

I was confident of my wife's ability to handle Jane and slowly passed that
confidence on to Double J. But Pat, Jane's husband, was frightening the living
heck
out of Double J by bragging to everybody about how Jane was going to beat my
wife up in front of the whole world in that warehouse. "What are you going to
do when Jane proves she is more woman than you and beats you up with her bare
hands in front of the entire neighborhood?" Pat
asked one night when we ran into him at a local restaurant!

My wife began to tremble slightly and grabbed my hand for solace and support.
I quickly responded, "My wife has a few surprises for your wife but we'll
wait to reveal them in the warehouse!"

I took my wife back home and put her to bed, assuring her that everything
would be OK and she would emerge triumphant if she didn't allow either Jane or
her husband to intimidate her.

I ran into Pat again the night before the big fight in a restaurant while my
wife stayed home to rest up. Pat began to chide me again, saying, "How are you
going to feel when Jane beats up your wife tomorrow night in front of you and
the whole world with her bare hands and proves she is better and stronger
than your wife and then puts her foot on your wife's chest and makes a muscle
over her? How are you going to feel when my Jane beats and humiliates your wife
in a fair fight? I can just see
my wife now, her fingers wrapped tightly around your wife's throat and
choking the life out of her as your wife writhes on the floor in that warehouse, her
legs desperately and frantically kicking and thrashing out as she begs my
wife not to kill her!"

I said, "Pat, you and I both know that my Double J is bigger and stronger
than your wife. You know there's no way your wife will be able to stand against
mine. My wife is better and stronger than yours and she'll prove it tomorrow
night. I am proud of my wife and I know that she will beat yours. I know you
don't want to hear that, but you know my Double J is too much woman for your wife
to
handle."

Pat responded, "Your wife may be bigger, but it's MY wife who is stronger!
She is also quicker and faster and in better shape than Double J. You'd better
go home and kiss
your wife and hug her close to you because the next hug your wife may
experience could be in that warehouse when my wife wraps her arms around your wife
and squeezes her until your wife's rib cage collapses and Jane snaps your wife's
back!"

Fight night arrived!

My wife was going to fight Jane in a one-piece tigress print outfit! I would
be there close to the fight, giving my wife moral support as well as
encouragement and suggestions on what to do against Jane as the fight went on.

I was proud to be there to support my wife as she
laid her pride and dignity on the line in a hand-to-hand fight to a clear-cut
decision against Jane. My wife's appearance in that warehouse alone and her
courage to challenge the great unknown doing something she knew very little
about by fighting Jane in front of that huge,

screaming crowd made me proud in and of itself!


Double J was very nervous and even I was a bit apprehensive, yet excited,
when I stood with my wife in that warehouse as she stood in the middle of the
large circle of cheering men, ready to fight Jane! I was
confident, but a bit concerned for her. I knew my wife was strong and bigger
than Jane, of that he had no question. But despite the minimal training I gave
her, my wife didn't know much about fighting and it was also clear that Jane
was indeed in much better shape than my wife.

Double J was looking real sexy in that tigress-print one-piece swimsuit as
she she stared over at Jane and prepared to begin the fight!

The tension was unbelieveably heavy and the air was charged with excitement
as my wife was ready to fight Jane in hand-to-hand combat to a decision! Soon,
I would know if my wife really was better than Jane or if it was Jane who
would prove to be the better woman!

Meanwhile, Pat was whispering to Jane who was also in the middle of the
circle, wearing a one-piece black swimsuit. He was obviously giving her
instructions on how to fight my wife! As Jane listened, she looked at my wife in a
matter-of-fact kind of way, seemingly confident she could
beat her!

As my wife and I awaited the signal for the fight to begin, I quickly grabbed
my wife, looked in her big blue eyes and said, "Go and make me proud --
either in defeat
or victory. I fully expect that you will defeat Jane. But if for some reason
Jane does something and you realize that she is about to beat you and you
can't escape, submit with dignity and make me proud -- even in defeat! If she
beats you, let her beat you with your back straight and your eyes straight ahead,
without flinching. Let the whole world remember you as the brave woman you
are who courageously accepted defeat with pride, grace and dignity!"

I quickly grabbed her by her shoulders and gave her a huge kiss. I watched as
her blue eyes slowly closed and her arms slowly circled around me, holding me
close!

We broke our embrace and stared lovingly at each other one more time. She
looked at me and whispered, "No matter what happens, always remember how much I
love you!" She then looked at Jane as the crowd noise increased!

Suddenly the whistle blew and my wife and Jane slowly walked toward each
other!

The two women then suddenly went at each other so fast and furious that I
could barely keep track of what was going on, let alone yell out instructions!
These two women were fighting like two female soldiers on
opposite sides engaged in a hand-to-hand fight to the death! And in this kind
of fight, there was no choice but to go all out as hard, as fast and as long
as you possibly can because to let up for even an instant
could mean one of the women would lose the fight!


The two women grabbed each other by the hair with both hands, desperately
pulling each other's heads from side to side! The two women squealed like little
girls and clenched their teeth together, each holding on and pulling for dear
life! Shrieks of pain and fear and grunts of primordal effort could be heard
coming from both women!

The two women tugged and pulled at each other's hair for several moments,
remaining at a standstill as they each tried to trip each other and get their
opponent of their feet! But much to my surprise, it was the average-built Jane
who broke the logjam when she held my wife by the
hair with one hand and delivered a sharp slap to my wife's face with the
other before my wife could work her way loose from Jane Curtin's clenching fist in
her hair! "No! No!" I cried as Jane slapped my wife's face
in intimidating and dominating fashion!

My angry wife then tried a kick to Jane Curtin's left leg, but Jane Curtin
hopped away and then smiled confidently at my wife, apparently happy with how
she slapped Double J and certain she could take her!

Jane Curtin then reached around my wife and tried to put her in a headlock,
but my wife saw it coming and ducked while backing away, staying clear of the
attack!

Both women, being novices at fighting, were doing what came natural. Hence,
they then once again grabbed onto each other's hair with both hands, pulling
their heads from side to side as they did at the beginning of the fight while
trying to trip each other! Both women had a combined look of anger, fear and
determination on their faces as they pulled each other around by the hair, trying
to use their legs and feet to trip their opponent to the ground.

This was a nasty, down and dirty catfight with little wrestling or fighting
knowledge being displayed! The winner would be the stronger woman!

The fight was going at such breakneck speed and at such a
lightening-fast pace that it was impossible to describe each blow. The one
thing I could tell is that both women had looks of pure fear, horror and fright
on their faces because they knew the high stakes of this fight and were
worried that one slip-up could give their opponent the
ultimate advantage leading to their final demise at the hands of her opponent
in front of their husband and all of those watching -- which would mean not
only would they be beaten at the hands of the other woman but they would always
be remembered as the woman who was found to be weaker than the other female!


Suddenly my wife out of the blue connected with an effective kick to the left
leg of her better conditioned opponent! The average-built Jane Curtin
screamed in pain, obviously weakened by the kick!

An angry Jane tried to grab my wife by the hair again, but my wife saw it
coming and quickly moved beyond her reach!  My wife then tried the same thing,
but Jane Curtin eluded her rival's grasping hands.


The two then went for simultaneous headlocks and it was my wife who won the
battle, successfully putting Jane Curtin in a headlock! But Jane Curtin twisted
and pulled violently and was able to force a release from the hold before any
great damage to her was done.

Thus far, it looked like my wife Janis was winning the fight -- but not by
much!

Jane Curtin came at my wife and reached for her hair again! But as my wife
ducked out of the way, she was able to land an effective kick to the stomach of
her shorter opponent! The average-built Jane Curtin doubled over in pain and
grabbed her belly with a shocked look on her face!

Out of sheer vengeance and anger, the average-built Jane Curtin lept up and
grabbed onto my wife's blonde shoulder length with one hand and delivered a
sharp slap to the face with the other!

My wife let loose with a squeal of pain and fear! Wow! What a move by Jane on
my wife! It was somewhat erotic to watch my own wife get slapped so hard in a
fight by a smaller woman!

My wife tried to put a headlock on Jane, but Jane Curtin managed to block the
attempt and tried to grab her by the hair with both hands once again, but my
wife quickly moved beyond her reach! But as Jane came in, my wife was able to
grab onto Jane Curtin's blonde shoulder length hair with both hands, pulling
her head from side to side! However Jane Curtin was able to extricate herself
from the hold.

Jane Curtin went for the headlock, but my wife thwarted her rival's attempt
and tried to grab her strong-willed opponent by her blonde shoulder length
hair, but Jane Curtin anticipated the move and stayed out of reach.

For several moments, each woman tries desperately to get their hands into
each other's hair but both were able to block or avoid the other's attempts! Then
Jane Curtin changed tactics and tried to surprise my wife by reaching around
her in an attempt to put her in a headlock, but my
wife anticipated the move and stayed clear of the attack!

Both women were on the defense now, frightened of making a misstep that might
cause them to lose the fight! Meanwhile, neither woman can dent the other's
defense!

My wife finally managed to put Jane Curtin in a headlock, but Jane Curtin
twisted and pulled violently at my wife's arms and is able to escape before my
wife really hurt her!

Jane Curtin managed to briefly get behind my wife and punch her in the back,
but the move barely affected my wife! 

Both women tred to grab each other by the hair, but both blocked the
attempts! My wife then successfully put Jane Curtin in a headlock! Jane Curtin
struggled trying to free herself from the arms crushing her head! It looked like Jane
for the first time was showing difficulty in
handling the bigger woman! She punched at my wife, connecting with a blow to
the stomach, and the force of the clamping arms were weakened enough for her
to loosen her opponent's hold and get away!

Jane Curtin, in a fit of anger, attempted to slap my wife in the face again
but my wife thwarted the offensive and grabbed Jane Curtin by her blonde
shoulder length hair with both hands, wildly jerking her head in all directions!
Jane was squealing in pain!

My wife was now getting the best of her opponent, and twisted increasingly
tighter, burying her fists deeper and closer to Jane Curtin's scalp!

A desperate Jane Curtin managed to swing one arm over and across my wife's
face, then pulls back with an elbow to the face, enabling her to escape!

Although shaken, Jane Curtin grabbed Double J by her blonde shoulder length
hair with one hand, and managed to deliver three successive slaps to her face
with the other!

My heart lept into my throat as the smaller Jane slapped my wife around to
the cheers of the crowd! To my horror, my wife's eyes blinked and then closed
for a moment, her mouth opening as she felt Jane slap her!

Wow! I couldn't believe that Jane could ever bitch slap my wife like that!

The crowd cheered as they anticipated Jane beating up my wife! My wife
squealed, cried and shrieked in fear as Jane slapped her around! I couldn't believe
what I was seeing! Then I heard Jane growl as she held my wife by the hair,
"Stop struggling and just give up! I am better than you and you know it! Just
make it easy on yourself!"

My bigger wife, looking drop-dead gorgeous in her tigress fighting outfit,
desperately continued her attempt to turn her head in hopes of somehow loosening
the death grip around her hair that Jane had on her! I again yelled my
darling wife's name as loud as I could in an attempt to be heard over the noise of
the huge throng as Jane shook my wife's head by the hair with one hand in her
hair, bent down and whispered into my wife's ear, "Say good night to your
husband because I'm going to knock
you out with my bare hands! You are running out of time!"

I could see the beautiful blue eyes of my wife widen in fear as she felt the
strength of the beautiful Jane's fingers pull and tug at her hair! Jane held
my wife by the hair tightly with one hand as she gritted her teeth and squinted
her eyes! I could see my wife's little tongue come out of her mouth for just
a moment as Jane shook my wife by the hair with her bare hands!

I couldn't believe my wife was in danger of being beaten up in a fair fight
by a smaller woman in front of my eyes as well as the rest of the world, but
that's exactly what was happening! My wife's face was now deep red and she had a
look of sheer fear and panic on her face as I kept
screaming her name!

My wife desperately turned her head back and forth in an attempt to somehow
loosen Jane's grip on her hair and avoid getting slapped around some more! I
screamed at my wife again, but my wife's eyes were now closed and she had an
agonized, frightened look on her face as Jane yanked at my wife's hair even
harder as she pulled the noose of impending defeat as taut as possible around her
prized possession -- my wife!!

Of course, the crowd loved the spectacle of a smaller woman beating up a
bigger one and let their pleasure be known with cheers and loud shouts of
encouragement to Jane, encouraging her to finish my wife off once and for all! Pat
yelled, "That's it, Jane! Beat her up and finish her off!"

But somehow, my wife then managed to swing her arm over and across Jane
Curtin's, and pulled back with an elbow to the face, enabling her to slip from the
grasp.

My wife was shaken! I couldn't believe it! My wife had a look of shock and
fear on her face after being bitch-slapped by Jane! My wife's face was now red
and she had a look of desperation on her face!

But my wife -- although shaken -- grabbed Jane Curtin by her blonde shoulder
length hair with both hands, wildly jerking her head in all directions. My
wife was getting the best of Jane once again, and twisted increasingly tighter,
burying her fists deeper and closer to Jane Curtin's scalp.

A desperate Jane Curtin again managed to swing one arm over and across my
wife's face, then pulls back with an elbow to the face, enabling her to break
free from the hold.

The shaken Jane Curtin reached out with both hands, and tried to grab her
less muscular opponent by her blonde shoulder length hair, but my wife
anticipated the move and stayed out of reach. Then, using both hands, my wife grabbed
onto Jane Curtin's blonde shoulder length hair. But this time, the average-built
Jane Curtin couldn't get away!

My wife suddenly screamed at Jane, "Are you ready to give?"

Jane Curtin shrieks in pain, "No!" as my suddenly dominating wife tightened
her grip and pulled even harder.

"Give it up!" screamed my wife!

Jane Curtin gathered all the strength she has left and made one last
desperate attempt to free herself. However, after a torrent of twisting and screaming,
fighting with all the fury of a wild animal battling for its very life, my
wife's strength proved too great for Jane -- just as I had always thought and
hoped!

During the course of the struggle, the two women fell to the ground and Jane
Curtin's arms were now restrained, locked behind my wife's strong legs!

My wife had Jane pinned!

The subdued woman is stilled, except for her average-built body's involuntary
heaving as she tries to catch her breath with my wife's full weight on her
chest!

Suddenly Jane's heaving turned into sobbing as Jane Curtin realized her
predicament! My wife turned and twisted her hair tighter and tighter, until her
fists brush into her victim's scalp! By now, the room is filled with the cries
from Jane Curtin's once boastful mouth. "I give, I give," she managed to whimper
through her sobs!

My wife had won the fight in front of everybody -- and me! I had never been
so proud in my life as my own wife who carried my last name had proven herself
to be the better woman!

Meanwhile, Jane's tear-soaked face bore no resemblance to that of the
prideful woman who first walked into the warehouse.

My victorious wife looked over at me and smiled as she loosened her grip! She
got up off of Jane Curtin, who continued to just lay there on her back and
tried to catch her breath! Suddenly, my wife opened her big blue eyes halfway,
turned her head toward me, looked at me with a smile and then blew me a kiss as
she announced, "I love you!"

Jane had figuratively become a possession of my wife, someone she could now
place upon her mantlepiece of accomplishments! My wife had become Jane's
conqueress, her vanquisher, and Jane would now be a memorial of
the day where my wife faced her fears of the unknown in the person of Jane,
overpowered her and defeated her in front of me and the entire world!