by T. Trolley

Liz didn't say much at first after the thrashing she
received at the hands of Karen. After all, what more
had to be said? Karen forced Liz to give up in just 36
seconds to a kneelock, thoroughly and totally
embarrassing and humiliating Liz. Karen had nothing
more to prove.

But Liz did.

Liz had never experienced losing a fight to another
girl in the first place, let alone tasting defeat by
submission. Immediately following her submission,
however, Liz felt something she had never thought
she'd experience -- total denigration. Every time she
saw somebody who had seen Karen beat her, she thought
they were "looking at her funny" and laughing at her
behind her back.

Liz knew there was only one way to change her thought
pattern.

A rematch.

Of course, another loss to Karen would probably put
the nail in her coffin. A clear defeat at the hands of
Karen would leave no doubt that Karen was the better
woman -- a conclusion that Liz would probably never
erase not only from those who watched the fight, but
from her own mind as well. It was a risk, but a risk
she was willing to take.

So it wasn't long before Liz asked me to set up a
rematch against Karen. I was really surprised that the
quiet, 5-4, 120 lbs. girl from Cinnaminson, NJ was
actually wanting to fight Karen again after being so
thoroughly whipped by the beautiful 5-7, 123 lbs. of
gorgeous, long-haired blonde woman from Springfield,
Ohio.

But when I asked her why she wanted to fight her
again, Liz simply ducked her head and quietly said,
"It's just ... it's just something I have to do."

I then told Karen about Liz's request for a rematch.
At the time, Karen was wearing very short denim shorts
and a white harness top -- looking a lot like a tall,
slim Ellie Mae Clampett. Upon hearing Liz's request,
Karen slowly put a smile on her face. Her hands then
grabbed her hips and she slightly twisted her torso,
as though displaying her beautiful body.

"If she wants more of this, then bring her on!" Karen
responded. "She was easy. I'll beat her again just
like I beat her last time. Maybe even quicker!"

On that note, I arranged the rematch. Again, both
women wore very short cutoff denim jeans and white
harness tops. Karen exuded confidence before the bout,
not looking wary at all. I wondered if she was perhaps
overconfident.

Liz, on the other hand, showed a lot of concern on her
face. She was really intense concerning this fight.
She knew she just HAD to win it or else risk being
ridiculed -- both verbally and silently -- for the
rest of her life. Everything was on the line for Liz
now -- and it showed all over her face.

I motioned the two women forward. Karen, with hands on
hips, confidently strutted out to the center of the
ring to meet the all-business, intense Liz.

I talked to the women only briefly before I said,
"Ready? Wrestle!"

The two women then locked up, grabbing each other by
the arms. Then suddenly, Liz duckeddown and executed a
great double leg takedown on Karen, going on the
offensive! But Karen quickly fought Liz off her!

Karen then grabbed Liz by the arm and, with sheer
brute strength, threw her down to the ground! She
then quickly met the rising Liz with a solid forearm
smash to the back and then, as a hurt Liz straightened
up, grabbed Liz around her body with her arms and
lifted her off her feet before whipping her down to
the ground hard, her full weight falling atop Liz in
makeshift belly-to-belly suplex!

She quickly gets atop Liz! I remember thinking, "My
gosh! She just may try to beat her right now!" And I
was right! Karen had squashed the air out of Liz when
she fell on top of her and Liz was ripe for the
picking! Karen grabbed Liz's dainty little wrists and
pinned them to the ground! I quickly got next to Liz
-- who wasn't even moving! I hit the ground right next
to Liz's head once, then twice -- and realized that
Liz wasn't even fighting back! I hit the ground with
my hand the third time and noticed Liz lay limp on the
ground, helpless in the grasp of Karen!

It was already over! Karen had pinned Liz -- in less
than two minutes!

Karen smiled widely and got off the once-again humbled
Liz, who didn't even move as her eyes were closed
shut!

"My gosh! What a squash -- literally!" I said as once
again I lifted Karen's arm in victory as she smiled
over a vanquished Liz, who continued to lay on her
back in front of her conqueress!

Karen smiled at me and said, "Well, I guess I own
her!" and then gave a soft kick to the side of Liz as
her last show of indignity! Karen then said, "Girl,
maybe you should lift some weights or something!
You're pretty weak." She then looked at me and asked,
"How long did it take for me to beat her this time?"

I looked at my watch and said, "Wow! Exactly a minute
and a half!" Karen smiled and looked down at Liz,
declaring, "Well, at least you lasted longer than you
did the first time! Good for you!" She then walked
away, once again leaving an outstretched Liz in her
wake!

Liz slowly got to all fours and paused. This time, the
tears were freely flowing down her cheeks. I felt
sorry for her in a way since she once again was forced
to experience the taste of total, bitter defeat at the
hands of Karen.

Of course, this time it was even worse as it was her
second straight clearcut as well as quick loss to
Karen -- which meant there was no doubt that Karen was
stronger and better than her. Liz could no longer
argue that and she knew it.

Liz had risked it all -- and had lost. Her pride and
dignity had been taken by Karen, just as sure as four
queens destroyes ace high in poker. Liz got up, wiped
a tear from her face, and slowly walked away without
saying a word.

She didn't have to. The results of the two matches
said it all. Karen had squashed Liz twice within the
span of just over two minutes and did it clearly and
cleanly in both instances, without leaving any doubt
who was the better woman. Liz would now have to live
under the cloud of those two stinging defeats -- and
by the tears streaming down her face, it was clear
that Liz was already experiencing the consequences of
those two crushing defeats.