Do It With Leather

by T. Trolley

Teresa knew all about the leather strap. After all, she had been on the wrong
end of it quite often when her father used it to "toughen her up" when the
alcohol got the better of him so she would be ready for the rough life that he
expected her to face.

Teresa grew up and turned out to be a very pretty, Dolly Parton-like woman,
but underneath that attractive, slightly pudgy, 5-2 and 40DD exterior lurked a
little toughie, trained by a strap to be unforgiving, cruel and as hard as she
had to be to survive.

So when Teresa agreed to fight a real, unscripted, shoot Leather Strap Death
Match against famous actress Heather Locklear as part of a WWE wrestling card
to see if Heather had what it took to be part of a Wrestlemania angle, I was
excited. After all, how could you lose to have your beautiful, tough gal go up
against Heather Locklear in that kind of match?

One thing for sure -- that kind of fight would certainly be easy on the eyes
as well as very, very emotional for me!

If Teresa won, then she would prove she was really the
tougher, better woman and I'd be respected for having linked up with a
beautiful, yet strong woman who proved her superiority by physically beating up
another woman when the pressure was on with all eyes upon her -- as well as the
stygma of possibly losing and experiencing the accompanying humiliation and
embarrassment of losing a fight against another woman.

And if Teresa lost, then I would have experienced my beautiful, tough,
streetfighter girlfriend embarrassing and humiliating herself in front of me and the
whole world after she proclaimed what a tough, strong woman she was, losing
to a much thinner, younger, frail, blonde Hollywood actress in Heather, 27, who
was 5-4 and 116 lbs. compared to Teresa's 5-2, 148 lbs. and her 31 years.

And not only that, if Teresa did somehow lose the fight, it would be
devastatingly embarrassing and humiliating not only to Teresa but to me as well! For
me to have boasted about how rough and tough my pretty girlfriend was and then
have her not only lose a girlfight but lose to a seemingly frail little
actress like Heather would be undeniably demeaning to both of us!

I wanted Teresa to win, but then again, I actually wouldn't have minded if
she did lose -- even if I did experience some embarrassment myself over it. The
mere shock of Teresa actually losing a Leather Strap Death Match to the skinny
but fit, beautiful and famous Heather Locklear would be an exhiliarating,
once-in-a-lifetime experience. In fact, I kind of wanted to experience the
repercussions Teresa would experience if Heather actually beat her in this fight.

However, I honestly thought Teresa was the favorite, seeing that she weighed
more and was obviously tougher and probably stronger than Heather. In fact, in
many ways I just couldn't imagine Heather defeating my girlfriend in a
Leather Strap Death Match! To think that the blonde actress could beat my gal in a
Leather Strap Death Match when I knew that Teresa had been toughened up
throughout her life by fighting scores of girls in the streets and in schools as well
as experiencing the pain of the same kind of strap at the hands of her father
as a young girl -- well, Teresa losing was unfathomable!

Teresa, due to her experience in streetfighting as a girl streetgang leader
in her teens and her aggressive nature as well as her leather strap upbringing
by a somewhat abusive father, knew all about what it was like both to be in a
fight and to be confronted with a leather strap. That's why I really believed
my girl had the advantage --even though I knew the younger Heather was in
better shape. I figured that Teresa's fighting experience combined with that big
weight advantage and the fact that Teresa had grown up fighting other girls in
many schools as well as in the streets and knew what it was like to battle
with another female in hand-to-hand combat would allow Teresa to come out on top.
After all, that is the usual way things like this turn out -- a bigger,
tougher woman who knows how to fight would be expected to beat a smaller, skinnier
woman who didn't.

Right?

Well, right?

Maybe not -- according to Teresa herself!

Teresa cautioned me about Heather. There was something about her hips, Teresa
told me, that she thought could make Heather a tough customer in a fight. I
didn't know what she was talking about, but I knew that Teresa had spent a big
part of her life gauging the potential fighting ability of potential female so
she could make a quick assessment regarding whether she could beat them or
not before deciding whether to take them on. And Teresa's assessment of Heather
was that her youth advantage as well as her sinewy strength and potential
quickness were advantages that she would have to confront and overcome.

The interesting thing is, Teresa had told me during an off-the-cuff
conversation that she knew she could beat Victoria Principal, another TV actress,
easily. Yet, it seemed to me that Victoria would have been a much tougher opponent
for Teresa than little Heather. But then again, in an earlier fight, Heather
had soundly defeated another famous actress in Cher  -- and everybody knew Cher
could beat Teresa.

The fact that Heather was taller, younger and probably more agile and
athletic than Teresa also gave me some pause. I was so sure that Teresa would win,
yet these facts caused me to have doubts and think the unthinkable --that
perhaps somehow Heather would put Teresa down for a 10-count and beat her in this
Leather Strap Death Match and prove she was the better of the two women in a
physical fight!

And then there was the stamina issue involving Teresa's three-pack-a-day
cigarette habit, which also was a concern regarding Teresa's chances against
Heather in this one-on-one, woman vs. woman, Leather Strap Death Match version of
hand-to-hand combat.

All of these things were swimming through my mind during the days before the
big fight.

Before the match, I personally made Teresa my 8-5 favorite -- meaning I
thought my gal would win, but I did have some doubts as did Teresa herself!

The day of the Leather Strap Death Match finally arrived! The fight was going
to be in a local recreation center in Teresa's home town in Michigan!

I watched the two women come down and get into the ring
together, realizing that one of them would leave in victory while leaving the
other humiliated and defeated in the ring after the victim experienced
Leather Strap Death for the first time!

Teresa wore a yellow t-shirt and tight-fitting blue jeans with white sneakers
while Heather wore a red one-piece swimsuit with bare feet.

The bell sounded! Now we would find out who was the better woman -- once and
for all!

Teresa got off to a quick start, using the strap to choke Heather. I was
pleased that the fight was going just as I had hoped in the early going with
Heather experiencing something she probably had never gone through before -- being
choked in earnest in a fight against another woman!

Then, to compound her advantage in a move that showed me just how adept
Teresa was in the art of female fighting and toughness, she put her foot on a
kneeling Heather's back and pulled back on the strap with both hands -- tightening
the noose she had created around Heather's skinny little neck!

Pride in Teresa welled up within me as I was awed by this display of
strength, savagery and female combativeness by Teresa! She was reminding me of how a
female gladiatoress would act in the colisseum in a hand-to-hand death fight
against another woman!

This move made Heather's big blue eyes bulge out in shock, pain and terror as
she looked at the ref in utter disbelief and fear as Teresa choked away at
Heather's scrawny neck without any hesitation or mercy at all, living up to her
savage streetfighting and cement jungle roots -- something I was very proud of
at the moment as I believed it would lead to Teresa proving she was the
better woman against Heather!

I was thoroughly impressed and pleased in every way with what Teresa was
doing to Heather! I didn't really know Teresa was this good!

Teresa then pulled Heather up and executed an excellent Russian Leg Sweep on
her before making her scream bloody murder after plunging both of her hands
and fingers deep into her belly and squeezing her in a double stomach claw!
Teresa then pulled her hands away from the shrieking woman's belly and stood up
over her!

I was now expecting the obviously overwhelmed and outclassed Heather to quit
and submit immediately to Teresa! Teresa had shown clearly that she was the
better woman and that Heather was no match for her! Teresa, thanks to her tough
streetfighting background and superior strength, was only moments away from
putting Heather away in ignominious fashion and putting a huge notch in her
life's timeline in the form of an easy defeat of Heather Locklear!

The count reached six on Heather! But then, as Teresa walked away --
confident that Heather was finished -- Heather reached out and grabbed Teresa by the
left ankle and tripped her to the mat!

I was shocked and surprised as quickly Heather was up on her feet, pulling
the strap from her throat as a surprised Teresa, looking up at the ref, heard
him count to two! Teresa couldn't believe that the ref had actually begun a
death count on her in favor of Heather!

Teresa got up quickly -- only to be shockingly nailed with a flying right
knee from Heather that caught her right in the middle of her forehead and sent
her to her back on the mat!

I was dumbfounded! I didn't think that Heather had an offensive move left in
her following the beating Teresa had administered to her earlier! But I was
even more astonished by the fact that she caught my Teresa with a move that
legitimately hurt and floored her!

The trip could have been considered lucky, but the flying knee to Teresa's
forehead was more than just luck! There was skill, strength, quickness and power
behind that move -- a move that to my shock had turned the fight around!

I was stunned beyond belief as Heather quickly pulled Teresa to her feet and
hit her with a hard right fist right in Teresa's soft belly! Teresa groaned
loudly, "Uhhh!!" as the punch caught her off guard, winded her, and then caused
her to double over -- instinctively grabbing her belly with both arms!

Before I could even react in further shock, Heather then quickly twirled as
she saw that Teresa -- doubled over holding her belly -- was in range of her
feet and
kicked Teresa in the side of the head with a perfect savate kick, putting
Teresa down on the mat face first!

I couldn't believe it! Teresa -- my Teresa -- was hurt and was LOSING the
Leather Strap Death Match! Then Heather jumped on Teresa's back, linked her
fingers around Teresa's chin, pulled back and ...

Oh, man! Heather Locklear had Teresa in a chin lock -- a version of the Camel
Clutch submission hold!

Teresa wasn't groaning or squealing a whole lot, but when she did, the noise
hit me right down to the core of my being! Heather was now literally torturing
my proud, gorgeous combative female and actually had her trapped in a
submission hold! She just might surrender! I couldn't believe it!

Still, despite the pain and the ref constantly asking her if she wanted to
give up the match, Teresa refused to surrender. Teresa was just as stubbord as
she was tough. Plus, the fact that she had a very strong back helped her to at
least resist the hold that Heather was using on her to inflict some real pain
as she pulled back on Teresa's chin and put pressure on Teresa's back and
neck!

Heather suddenly released Teresa, and got up off her! Teresa then
involuntarily rolled to her back and then Heather suddenly pounced on her, driving the
leather strap deep into her throat with all of her weight!

I was surprised at how Heather had hurt Teresa and was also taken aback when
I saw Teresa's little legs kick out involuntarily as the strap jammed into her
throat! That kick by Teresa proved that she had felt the strap dig into her
throat and that Heather's pounce had hurt her! Not only that, it proved beyond
a shadow of a doubt who was the dominant woman up to this point in this fight
-- and it sure wasn't my Teresa!

I was also astonished as Heather forced the strap deeper and deeper into
Teresa's soft throat, cutting off her windpipe and strangling her! I never thought
I'd see Teresa in this position, being choked in a fair fight against another
woman -- especially little Heather! But Heather was showing no mercy to
Teresa, who gasped for air while trying to pull Heather's hands that held that
strap away from her delicate throat!

But, much to my dismay and hers as well, Teresa couldn't budge the strap even
a fraction of an inch from her throat! This move was intended to choke Teresa
out! Wow, Heather Locklear choking out Teresa! I would never have thought or
dreamed it would be possible, but that's what Heather was trying to do -- and
she was succeeding at it!

Teresa wasn't panicking, though. You could see she was in trouble because she
was being choked and was struggling for air, but she wasn't kicking her legs
out anymore or anything like that. Instead, she was just keeping her cool,
trying to look like she had everything under
control.

But Heather just kept pushing that leather strap deeper and deeper into her
throat with sudden jerks, apparently going for the kill with no regard to
Teresa's mere survival whatsoever!

As I looked at Heather jam the strap deep into my Teresa's soft throat, I
thought about the times I had lightly kissed that very samethroat and neck and
how Teresa slowly moved her head higher into the air so I could kiss every part
of it. I remember feeling her tremble and softly moan in ecstacy as I touched
my lips to her throat.

And now that very same throat was being choked by a woman who was exerting
her will physically over Teresa!

Once she knew she couldn't move the strap from her throat, Teresa began to
pry away at Heather's wrists in an attempt to get away and kept at it as her
eyes closed, opened, and closed again intermittently during her struggle while
her mouth, lips and tongue also showed movement every once in awhile as she
tried to pull Heather's wrists away and get some breathing room! Teresa used all
her power to tug at Heather's wrists as she squirmed and fought desperately to
attempt to fend off Heather's strangle hold as the crowd cheered!

I watched Teresa's little hands and arms pry at Heather's wrists and
remembered how proud I was of Teresa's delicate hands that, when provoked, would
clench into fists capable of beating up many a woman. But what I was seeing now was
the delicate, feminine part of her hands that were trying to free her from
another woman's death grasp -- but were unable to do so!

I thought of Teresa's beautiful eyes that twinkled when she smiled at me. But
now those eyes were glaring hard at Heather with desperate determination as
well as a little fear that another woman would choke her out in a fair fight!
The eyes of Teresa showed she was determined not to let that happen, but yet I
could see the surprise and, yes, a little fear and a bit of urgency that
required her to find a way to free herself from being choked out!

And that mouth -- those ruby red lips that had kissed and embraced me and
willingly caressed me -- that mouth was now open slightly and instead of kissing
me, it was open in hopes of simply catching another breath of air that
Heather's choking with that rope was preventing!

Then Teresa's arms began to slowly grow limp as her eyes remained closed with
her mouth slightly open! I couldn't believe it! Heather had Teresa now!
Teresa was just about choked out! 

To my utter disbelief, Teresa's arms fell limply to the mat and now she was
helpless to do anything to even defend herself from being choked out by the
gorgeous blonde actress! Heather kept driving the strap into Teresa's throat,
refusing to let up as the crowd cheered
her on!

She had just about choked Teresa out and almost had forced Teresa into total
unconsciousness when suddenly she pulled the strap from Teresa's throat! As
Teresa, 90 percent unconscious by now, slowly moved her head to the right and
the left and brought her right hand up to feel her throat, Heather closed her
right fist, pulled it way back, and came down with her full force, catching the
off-guard Teresa hard on the side of her jaw with a huge right cross!

The surprisingly strong punch hit Teresa flush on the cheek, jerking her head
as it went with the punch! Then as Teresa slowly straightened her head as she
was now 95 percent out, Heather reached up with her right fist and viciously
backhanded the helpess and unprotected Teresa with a huge backfist to the
other cheek and jaw!

Teresa's head reeled to the left with the blow -- and Teresa was out!

I couldn't believe it!

Heather looked down at Teresa and realized she was out! She then raised both
arms in exultation with a huge smile on her face while still sitting on
Teresa's chest as the fans cheered! She was sure she had beaten up Teresa!

I looked at Teresa, who lay still as Heather got off of her! Teresa's eyes
were closed and she was unconscious, looking just like she was asleep at the
beach as her arms lay at her side. Teresa was very nearly spread eagled!  She
looked like she was in deep, deep repose and fast asleep! But everyone knew that
she had literally been knocked and choked out and beaten silly by Heather
Locklear!

The ref began a count that I thought I would never witness -- a death count
over my own girlfriend Teresa who had been rendered unconscious by a choke hold
as well as a punch and backfist to the jaw by another woman!

As my eyes took in the full scene of Teresa lying helplessly on the mat with
eyes closed and motionless, the ref counted, "One!"

Teresa didn't move! The crowd was cheering wildly, hungrily anticipating
Teresa's humiliating demise as they looked on!

Teresa, dead to the world, didn't move at all as the ref counted, "Two!" then
"Three!" and Teresa failed to
stir! I began to believe, to my utter shock and surprise, that Heather had
indeed finished off my Teresa and had embarrassed her in front of her hometown
to such an extent and so thoroughly by beating her up that Teresa couldn't even
move!

The ref counted, "Four!" and my Teresa continued to lay on her back,
motionless! The crowd cheered even louder! Then the ref counted, "Five!" and then I
saw my Teresa's gorgeous green eyes begin to flutter open!

The ref counted "Six!" and looked at my Teresa, who was still blinking her
little eyelashes and trying to regain her senses! I wondered, "Would she get up?
Could she get up? Or would it end just like this, with Teresa blinking and
fluttering her beautiful eyelashes as the ref counted her out?"

The ref counted, "Seven!"

Teresa looked at the ref and suddenly it was as though she realized where she
was after regaining consciousness! A look of surprise appeared on her face as
her eyes bugged out in realization that her she was being counted out in a
Death Match where, if she lost, there would be no doubt that the other woman was
indeed better than her!

Teresa rolled to all fours as the ref counted "Eight!" I began to wonder if
she'd beat the 10-count! But as soon as the ref counted, "Nine!" Teresa somehow
stood to her feet! My Teresa had beaten the 10-count!

But Teresa's eyes were fluttering and she was stumbling around the mat! She
had barely made the count as her legs had turned to a combination of jello and
spaghetti! She staggered a few steps around the ring like a drunken sailor,
proving that Heather's working over had really adversely affected and hurt her!

Just as Teresa was about to get her sea legs, Heather charged at her with the
strap and jammed it into Teresa's cute throat again! The impetus of the
charge as well as the force of the leather strap into Teresa's throat forced Teresa
to reel back into the corner as she grabbed Heather by the wrists with both
hands as the momentum of Heather's charge quickly backed her into the corner!

The crowd again cheered as Teresa's eyes began to flutter and then half
closed as her mouth formed a perfect "o" for a moment as she again found herself
trying to pry the strap, then the hands of Heather, from her throat and choking
her out once again!

I then noticed, as Heather leaned into my Teresa to choke her out once again,
that Heather's right knee was jamming into Teresa's groin and crotch area to
keep Teresa from going anywhere! Only I really noticed how Heather was using
her knee not only to keep Teresa in place but also to hurt her with that knee
that was pushing into Teresa's crotch!

I thought how embarrassing and humiliating this move
was to a woman who had prided herself on being such a great fighter!

Now a simple, skinny little actress had so much control over Teresa that she
was crushing her crotch with her knee and Teresa couldn't do anything about it
-- except suffer!

I didn't really look at Teresa's face once Heather's knee had sunk into
Teresa's groin. There was really no need. I knew what Heather was doing to my
Teresa and the only suspense left was how long Teresa would undergo the chokeout
effort being imposed upon her soft throat by Heather before Heather would let
her go or before Teresa would slump to the mat!

Heather finally pulled the strap away and stepped aside! Teresa fell to the
mat face first and just lay there, motionless!

But once again, just before the count reached 10, Teresa got to her feet! I
have to admit that I was amazed that Teresa got up again before the ref could
count her out.

She again just barely made the count as she got up at nine. It was much more
touch and go this time, however, than it was the first time the ref almost
counted her out. This time, Teresa barely beat the count but did so in name only
as she was literally out on her feet. I knew that she'd be easy pickings for
Heather now!

As Heather repeatedly pounded Teresa's face with a devastating right hand,
Teresa's head shot back and she slowly retreated back a few steps, but still
Teresa wouldn't go down! Teresa's refusal to fall was a tribute to her tenacity
as her own sense of pride and dignity and desire not to lose in front of me and
let the ref count her out. But Teresa was helpless and, even though she was
refusing to go down, she was now offering no resistance as Heather slowly and
methodically drove my Teresa back with rights directly to Teresa's pretty
facial area!

Heather's assault forced the defenseless Teresa into the ropes and she kept
coming on, driving her little fist into Teresa's face repeatedly! Each time,
the fist met its mark! Still, Teresa wouldn't go down from the power of the
punches -- but offered no defense at all!

Finally, Teresa covered her eyes and fell to her knees! She could take no
more!

In the end, it wasn't the power of Heather's punches that did my Teresa in,
nor was it even the accumulation of blows that forced my girl to her knees.
Teresa's pride and determination to stay on her feet did not wither away.
However, Teresa knew that to stay standing when she could no longer protect herself
would only result in more punishment and perhaps more damage to her face.
Teresa, like any other woman, was very concerned about her appearance. Thus, when
Teresa finally realized that she could no longer protect herself from Heather
and that staying in the match would risk further harm to her exposed face, she
finally fell to one knee and then two knees, bowing her head as she covered
her face!

When Teresa did that, she looked as though she was a slave bowing to her
mistress!

The ref began to count out my Teresa for the third time.

Teresa was in a position to simply stand up and beat the count, but at five
she looked up at me with a sad look -- tears welling up in her eyes! She bowed
her head again and I then realized that Teresa wouldn't beat the count this
time. She had taken too much of a beating from Heather and didn't want to expose
her face anymore to the punching of Heather that threatened to harm her
beautiful visage.

The ref finally counted "Ten!" and Teresa was still on her knees, with head
bowed! The crowd went crazy! Heather had proven her mastery over my Teresa in a
Leather Strap Death Match!

It was sad to see my once proud streetfighter, who had agreed to fight this
match for me, on her knees in the ring -- forced into that position by a
superior blonde actress who choked her out and physically dominated her. And Heather
Locklear physically dominating my Teresa was something I never thought would
happen! 

After the fight, Heather was asked if she had thought about choking Teresa to
death during the heat of the fight. Heather answered, "Yeah, I choked her. I
never intended on killing her, though. She was a tough little girl and,
looking back -- with her experience in streetfighting and all -- I was surprised I
was able to choke her and beat her. I just wanted to win the fight -- I had no
intention of killing the woman. But in this fight, everything was legal --
including choking. The first time I choked her, I realize now I could have killed
her. But I pulled the strap from her throat and instead knocked her out. When
she got away
that first time, I was even more intent on choking her out the second time
because I wanted to be sure she didn't get up again.

"I must give her credit, though. She was a proud little thing. She just
wouldn't stay down until I began to punch her face. She finally realized that the
only thing she was doing by staying in the fight was getting a beaten up face,
so she finally quit and took the count."

Why did Teresa lose? Heather was in shape, Teresa wasn't. Teresa smoked,
Heather didn't. Heather exercised, Teresa didn't. Heather trained, Teresa didn't.
Heather had little body fat on her, Teresa had more bodyfat on her. Heather
was just a little bit quicker and followed up all her moves lightening quick
with pinpoint accuracy, never giving Teresa a chance to get back in the fight
once Heather had stolen the momentum. She could have killed Teresa with that
pounce choke of hers, but showed her mercy because she simply wanted to beat her,
not necessarily kill her.

And let's not forget that Heather was younger than Teresa. That mattered a
great deal before the match, even in Teresa's view. And even Teresa knew Heather
might beat her when she said there was something about Heather's hips that
showed she'd be a tough fighter.

Teresa was tremendously sexy, but I realized after Heather had so thoroughly
dominated her that her strong point -- being a tough streetfighter -- wasn't
so strong after all! Heather had proven to her that even in that area she was
second rate when compared to her.

My Teresa -- second rate in fighting compared to Heather! I could see Teresa
losing a beauty contest to Heather, but a fight as well? If Teresa couldn't
beat Heather in a fight, what was left?

Heather had convinced me that Teresa was indeed second rate in every way,
shape and form. Teresa walked around like she was tough, but Heather had proven
that was just a facade -- a facade she easily broke through. That left Teresa
with absolutely nothing she was truly superior in. Heather had chopped Teresa
down to nothing and had proven she was superior to her in every way, shape and
form.

Everytime I saw Teresa after that, I remembered the fight. When I looked at
her neck, I thought of Heather pushing that leather strap into her throat and
choking her out. When I looked at her arms and hands,
I thought of her desperately trying to pull the strap from her throat. When I
looked into her eyes, I remembered the look that was in them when Heather was
choking her out and how they were closed the first two times the ref was
counting her out. When I looked at her hair, I remembered how Heather grabbed it
with one hand to pull her up off the mat and double her over with a punch to
her soft midsection.

A sign that hung in the recreation center during the fight read, "Do It With
Leather!" And that's exactly what Heather had done in her big victory over my
Teresa in the Leather Strap Death Match. Teresa's father had abused her with a
leather strap many years ago and now Heather had abused her with a leather
strap again and made Teresa relive the physical, as well as psychological, pain
that came from being on the wrong end of that leather strap in both
situations!