know how fortunate I am. Just 4 years ago, I was a waitress and a college
student, putting myself through school. Then it happened. I met the man who
would change my life forever. He was famous, rich, powerful and I was
younger and to him very attractive. I always wondered what he saw in me. I
stayed in great shape from years of gymnastics and tae bo, but for someone
who had dated supermodels, porn stars, playmates and gorgeous actresses, I
always wondered why me?
For 3 years, our relationship was kept secret. He paid for my apartment, my
car, everything. If I needed money, he simply sent it with not even a
question as to what for. He took perfect care of me, even though he wasn't
always around. I could have dated other people and he would not have known
or maybe even cared. As long as I was there when he wanted me and I played
his fantasy out, I was going to not want for anything.

You see, he had met me through an agency that provides session wrestlers. He
saw a tape of me "fighting" another girl and wanted a live show. Weeks
later, I quit the agency and my manager was paid very well not to ask why.
From that point on, when he wanted "a show" as he called it, he'd come to
Los Angeles and have me fight for him. The fights were faked of course, and
he often brought in famous or infamous celebrity women to be my victim. He
loved watching me dominate and beat them up, which was even made more of a
spectacle due to my 5'1 110 lb physique. Granted, I am very strong for a 110
lb woman, and could legitimately beat up these women he threw at me, but I
am sure their egos took as much of a real pounding as their bodies took the
fake poundings.

Then came the night I beat up another pseudo celebrity woman who needed
money and he agreed to pay off her debt in exchange for being my victim. As
I sat on his lap and he held me, she asked him why we weren't married. She
told him she had never seen him happier than with me and she could tell he
loved me. I was so nervous, I didn't want to rock the boat, but I was in
love with him also. She then dared him to look into my eyes and not see what
she saw.
When he did, I whispered "I love you" to him for the first time ever. When
he said "I love you too" I cried. Our "arrangement" changed mere weeks
later, when we married in a private and very quiet civil ceremony in
Florida. I was now his wife, and by our choice, still kept out of the
probing eyes of the paparazzi and TMZ. I wanted a husband and a family, not
a spectacle like "Brangelina" or "Speidi". I knew of his womanizing past,
and how many women he had slept with, but when one infamous one confronted
me, I paid her back for more than the humiliation she tried to lay on me.
We were in a resort in the Florida Keys. It felt weird being in public with
him, but we didn't care. The paparazzi were too busy looking for Tiger Woods
to care about us. Besides, he had so many women in the past it was
meaningless. They figured I was just his next hookup, a story so
insignificant they wouldn't even bother to get my name. As we walked down a
lobby to the elevators to our room, I heard a comment that instantly
irritated me.

"I see you like them young now! You ask her Mom and Dad if it was ok to
bring her home late."

As I calmly said "I'm 24, thank you very much" I saw who had made this
insulting comment...Rachel Uchitel. That's right, the mistress of Tiger
Woods and one time admitted fling of my new husband stood 10 feet from me
with a sneer on her face I wanted to wipe off. Who was this woman to
question anyone's choices in a partner? But that didn't stop her from
letting the alcohol she had consumed control her mouth.

"She sure is tiny" Rachel spit out, "I thought you liked full grown women."

I shot back, "He does, and I thought you only liked married Golfers."

"Tiger loves me more than Elin and you know it" she growled.

"But does he love you more than the other 15 women he had?" I smarted off.

"Bitch, you have no idea who I am. You don't know me" she said, trying to
make herself believe it also.

"You're a whore. I have it pretty well figured out" I snapped back.

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"Oh yeah, well this whore had your man first...and he loved it!!" Rachel
spewed.

I held up my wedding ring and snapped back with "Where's yours?" letting her
see what she never got from him.
Rachel turned to look at my husband and went "You married this little
midget?" I was so hot, but was restrained as my husband decided to be the
voice of reason. "No need for this, Melanie come on, she's not worth getting
mad over." I agreed somewhat and began to leave when she yelled "I'm in room
534, when you want a real woman again, just come by." I looked at her and
went "I won't be there, but if he wants a used up whore, he knows where to
go."

That's when I felt the sting of the slap to my face. Rachel slapped me hard,
so hard my husband stepped back in shock. I wasn't as much hurt as
embarrassed; this bitch just slapped me in front of the man I married! Then
she couldn't stop talking.

"You better keep your little bitch in line, or else I am going
to...UUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNHHHHHHHHH!"
I didn't wait to find out. I reared back and slammed my right fist into her
belly. The sound of my fist meeting the flesh around her navel was loud. The
rush of air from her lungs was clearly heard by me. She doubled over with a
look of shock on her face. Without hesitation, I threw a left cross to her
face. My punch caught her flush in the cheek and she yelped in pain and her
head snapped violently. My right then came across and smacked hard into her
face. I heard her cry out in pain as her head snapped back the other way and
she fell straight down almost on her stomach holding her jaw. I could see
her eyes fluttering as she was hurt from my punches. I stood there figuring
I had just made my point and it was over, but it had just begun..