The present,

by Ellen.

Ellen was sitting alone at the counter of her small shop. It was quiet but then it always was this time of year.  It nearly noon and she hadn’t had a single customer all morning. Never mind, she thought, plenty of time to reflect and catch up on her reading.  Sales weren’t great but something was bound to turn up sooner or later.  Say what you like about Ellen, she was nothing if not an optimist.  Suddenly the phone rang.

“Good morning, ‘Dream Catchers’ – how can I help you?”

“Hi, is that Ellen?” a cheerful woman’s voice asked.

“Yes, how can I help?”

“Hi Ellen, you don’t know me.  My name’s Janet, Jan, and a mutual acquaintance suggested I call you. I need your help with something – I’ll pay you of course.”

“Go on.”

“It’s a bit delicate so please hear me out.” 

The woman suddenly sounded a bit coy, as if she was working out how to ask a question without getting an immediate “no” for an answer.  After a few seconds she said:

“I understand you used to wrestle at the ‘Amazon Club’?”

“Used to but I gave it up years ago, why?” said Ellen, warily.

“My boyfriend is a big female fight fan and he’s got a big birthday coming up soon. I was wondering if you’d be willing to fight me…”

“…in front of him so he can get his rocks off watching us tear each other’s hair – no way sister!”  Ellen was outraged – who was this woman calling her and asking her to disport herself to please some guy she’d never met?

“Calm down, Ellen.  I was going to say fight me in private so I can film it and give him the movie to watch as a present.”

“That’s almost as bad, perhaps worse, because he can watch it over and over again.”

“So?  You used to fight at the “Amazon Club”, there are movies of most of your 40 matches in their catalogue and plenty of fans buy them.”

“But that was years ago when I was young, fit and worth watching.  I’m the wrong side of 45 you know.”  Ellen was starting to calm down again.

“So am I – that’s why I’ve come to you.  I don’t want to be facing some twenty-something bimbo who’ll not only look better than me but would probably run rings around me too. I’m almost a year older than you.”

“Look Jan, I’m sorry, you sound sweet and sincere and you’ve clearly done your homework but you’ve got the wrong woman – I don’t fight any more, I haven’t done for years.”

Jan wasn’t about to give up and played her trump card:

“I’ll pay you £2,000 – win, lose or draw you walk away the winner.  Come on Ellen, that’s more than you earn in a month, I know you need the money and all I’m asking for is 30 minutes.”

Despite herself Ellen was warming to the woman and Jan was right, two grand was money she desperately needed.  Besides it would be a one off, wouldn’t it?  After a long pause she said: “OK – tell me more.”

Ellen could sense the relief in Jan’s voice as she went into a clearly rehearsed pitch: “We’ll meet at a venue I have permission to use, late one evening.  We’ll fight for 30 minutes.  It’ll be my rules, which are a bit different to the ones you were used to.  We’ll be completely alone apart from two other women, one to referee and one to film the match.”

“Have you fought before?”

“Yes, a few times, but my style is a bit more ‘cat fight’ than you’re used to…”

“So, what are your rules Jan?”

“We’ll wear bikinis and fight on open mats…”

“No ring then?”

“No, just mats on the floor.  We’ll fight for 30 minutes.  No scratching, biting, gouging or hair pulling – everything else goes including punching.  It’s submissions only or a 10 count for a knock out.  Whoever has the most falls wins the match.”

“You know I won’t pull my punches or take a dive?”

“Yes, I know, neither will I.”

“And it will just be us and two other women?”

“Yes, my friend Jill will do the filming and my daughter will referee.”

“Your daughter?!”

“Don’t worry – she’ll be completely impartial; she’s done it for me before.”

“OK – I’ll think about it.   Now, I don’t want to sound funny but how can I be sure you’ll pay me?”

“I guess we’ll just have to trust each other on that.”  Jan seemed to think for a moment and then added: “I’ll tell you what, I’ll send you a cheque for £200 along with the address and time for the match.  If you cash the cheque, I’ll expect to see you there.  Have a think about it Ellen, it’s not every day someone offers you £2000 for 30 minutes work.”

“OK, let me think about it – if I cash your cheque you can be sure I’ll honour my part of the bargain.”

 “Great – I hope we’ll meet soon.  Bye sweetie.”

With that Jan hung up.  Ellen put the phone down and took a deep breath – she had some thinking to do.

As Jan had promised, the next morning there was a letter in Ellen’s post containing a cheque £200 drawn on the account of a Ms. Janet Somerville and a slightly scented card which read: “Next Thursday, The College gym on Thomas Street, be there at 8:30pm for an 9:00pm start.”

Ellen walked across the road to the bank and paid the cheque into her account.

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Ellen looked at herself in the locker room mirror and nodded in satisfaction at what she saw.  Clad in a turquoise bikini with a halter top her 5' 7" 38C, 29, 42 figure looked pretty good for a woman of 46, despite the slight paunch.  Her shoulder length blonde hair, highlighted and tied back in a pony tail, shone in the lights of the empty room.  For a moment she thought back on the strange chain of events that had led her to here, the gym of the local higher education college, at 9 o’clock at night, about to fight a woman she’d only ever spoken to on the phone.

Years ago, Ellen has wrestled at the Amazon Club, a women’s combat club.  The fights were serious, the girls fought topless and one, an entrepreneur, who owned the gym where the fights took place, filmed them and sold the resulting videos.  It had been a good source of income for her and she’d enjoyed it.  She’d been moderately successful, holding the club title eight times, but she’d given it up years ago when she realised that she was no match for the younger women coming into the club.
   
She still worked out at the gym that was home to the club and she went along to events from time to time to watch the youngsters fight it our and reminisce with some of the other “veterans” who also hung out there but she’d never had the urge to get back in the ring.

Then a couple of weeks ago she’d had a call from a woman calling herself “Jan”.  Jan explained that her boyfriend was a female fight fan and Jan wanted to make a movie of her fighting someone as a 50th birthday present for him.  She’d gone on to explain that she had some experience herself (at “cat fighting” as she put it) and was willing to pay Ellen two grand to fight her, whatever the outcome.  Times were hard and Ellen, a lone divorcee with a struggling business, couldn’t pass up the offer of serious money so she reluctantly agreed.

So here she was, two weeks later, about to face 47-year-old she’d never met before in unarmed combat – her first fight for almost 14 years. 
She took a deep breath and walked out of the locker room into the gym proper.

A collection of mats were laid out on the floor creating an area of around 20ft by 20ft.  One edge was against a wall with climbing bars, the other three gave out into the gym floor.  The wall bars had mats tied to them for padding/protection.  Above the wall bars was a stop clock.  Three women were standing in the middle of the mats talking.  One, a brunette with straight bob cut clad in a yellow bikini, was clearly her opponent for the evening.  A younger woman wearing a t-shirt and denim cut-offs Ellen assumed to be Jan’s daughter, who would referee the match.  The third was a blonde woman in her early forties wearing a t-shirt and leggings – the film crew thought Ellen.  This was the woman who had met her at the front door, introduced herself as “Jan’s friend Jill” and had shown her to the Ladies locker room.  “Jan’s using the men’s” she’d explained “she felt you’d be more comfortable in the Ladies.” 

Pausing in the doorway Ellen took a moment to size up her opponent.  Jan was probably 3 inches shorter and 25lbs lighter than Ellen.  She looked tanned and fit in her yellow bikini.   Her breasts were probably 36B, her stomach was flatter than Ellen’s, she was about 38 in the hips and her thighs looked strong and toned, a size 12 to Ellen’s size 16 but size isn’t everything.  All in all, she was a compact and powerful looking package.  Jan mentioned she’d done a bit of cat fighting and Ellen was suddenly concerned about how experienced she was. She thought about the rules Jan had given her.  Ellen was “old school” when it came to fighting – she was used to a “best of 5 falls” match over 10 three-minute rounds.  What Jan had suggested was unlimited falls, unlimited rounds and (almost) no holds barred – certainly not what she was used to.
 
She stepped into the room and Jan looked across at her, smiled and said: “Hi Ellen, I’m Jan, but you probably worked that out.  Come in, nice outfit – are you ready to take me on?”

Ellen nodded and made her way over to the group. 

Jan said: “Introductions first, you’ve met Jill, she’s making our little movie tonight and this is my daughter, Paige, who’ll be our referee tonight.”  Then she grinned and added: “Don’t worry, she’s not too biased.”

Jill had positioned two fixed cameras on tripods at opposing corners of the mats and had a third, hand held camera for close ups.  There was no doubt in Ellen’s mind that this lady was a professional movie maker and she was treating this just like she would a wedding or a christening.  By each tripod was a towel and bottle of water. Clearly they were intended to act as corners for the fighters between falls.

As if reading her mind Jan said: “That’s yours, next to the wall – I’ll use this one.”
 
“OK ladies” said Jill “let’s start with some introductions.  Ellen first, then Jan and then Paige, who will talk us through the rules. Ready?”

Everyone nodded, Jill pressed a couple of buttons and said “we’re rolling, let’s get started.”

Paige took Jan and Ellen by the hand and led them to the centre of the mat.

Jill took her hand-held camera and zoomed in on Ellen and nodded. Hesitantly Ellen said:

“Hi, I’m Ellen, I used to wrestle and Jan has asked me to fight her tonight.”

Jill turned to Jan who grinned and said:

“Hi, I’m Jan and I’m going to whip Ellen’s ass.”

Then Jill zoomed in on Paige who said:

“Ladies, you will fight for 30 minutes.  No scratching, no gouging, no biting, no hair pulling – anything else goes.  Where your bikinis are concerned what comes off stays off.  You can submit a fall at any time and there will be a 1-minute break between falls.  The combat zone is the mat, if you come off the mat, I will tell you to break the hold and resume on the mat.  The loser will be the person who has conceded the most falls after 30 minutes or who fails to beat a 10 count from me. Ladies – let’s fight!”

With that she spun the two combatants to face each other and stepped back – the fight was on.

Ellen was caught off guard by this start.  Used to coming out of a corner she found herself forced to lock up immediately.  Jan had no such reservations and immediately put the blonde into a headlock and delivered a series of punches to her abdomen that dropped the larger woman to her knees.  Paige told her mother to break the hold and started to count.  Ellen got to her feet at 6 and immediately found herself on her back as Jan scythed her legs from under her and followed up with a leg drop across her throat.  Ellen rose more slowly this time, clutching her injured throat.  Before she could stand up straight Jan hooked her left leg over Ellen’s right shoulder, rolled to her right and took them both to the mat, Ellen locked in a perfect head scissors.  Her face firmly in the yellow clad crotch of the brunette it took Ellen just a few seconds to realise there was no escape and, as Jan piled on the pressure with her powerful thighs, tapped out her submission. 

Jan released the hold and, as Ellen gasped for breath Paige announced: “After 45 seconds, the 1st fall goes to Jan, Jan leads by 1 fall to nil”

Ellen was shocked at the power and speed of the smaller woman.  It had been a while since she last fought and she wasn’t used to being punched like that but she hadn’t had a chance against Jan so far.  She got up and walked across to her ‘corner’ turning back to see the brunette grinning at her from the other side of the mat.

“What’s up champ?  Did you need an invitation to fight?”

Looking up at the stop clock Ellen noticed it was still running – apparently the fight would be 30 minutes including breaks.

Paige called out “Time’s up, fight on!”

At least this time Ellen had the benefit of coming out of a corner.  She hoped to circle around her opponent before locking up but Jan was having none of it.  She charged across the mat and shoved Ellen back against the wall, catching her with a left hook to the jaw as she bounced back.  Ellen went down in a heap and Paige stepped in to start counting.  Jan looked down at the prone blonde and offered her some sound advice:

“Next time, champ, try circling away from the wall.”

Ellen got to one knee, rubbing her jaw and then rose to her feet at a count of 7, facing the brunette, arms outstretched and ready to lock up.  Jan just smiled and immediately kicked her in the crotch, dropping her back to the mat.  Paige started counting again and Jan said:
 
“Come on champ, this is no holds barred.  You’ll never beat me if you don’t fight dirty.”

Ellen was on her knees clutching her womanhood.  She began to realise she was out of her depth.  This woman was a lot more experienced than she’d let on and the rules Ellen was used to wouldn’t work here.  As the count reached 7 again she launched herself at her opponent, using her weight advantage to take them both crashing to the mat.  Ellen was on top but Jan wasn’t about to let her stay there.  Bucking with her knees while wrapping an arm around Ellen’s neck and using her free hand to punch the blonde in the side she managed to roll the pair over and get on top.  Ellen knew the risk of being trapped beneath the brunette and continued to roll but Jan was wise to the trick and kept them rolling over again.  Ellen clutched the strap of Jan’s bikini top as the brunette continued the roll and there was a ripping sound as she rolled off the mats.

“Break!” shouted Paige and Ellen released her grip.

Jan stood up and matter-of-factly discarded her torn bikini top, revealing her firm tanned breasts before crossing to the centre of the mat. Both women were already glistening with sweat and Ellen couldn’t help herself staring as Jan’s nipples hardened visibly in the cool air.  The pair faced each other again and Paige said “Fight on”.
 
Jan lunged forward and grabbed Ellen’s right arm placing it in a savage hammer lock and dropping the blonde to her knees.
 
“Next tip – keep your eyes on my hands, not on my tits.”
 
Twisting the arm Jan forced Ellen onto her front on the mat. Still gripping her wrist Jan stretched out her arm, sat down beside her and placed her left foot in Ellen’s armpit.  With her knee slightly raised and both hands gripping the blonde’s wrist Jan asked:

“Should I pull or do you give?”   

Ellen didn’t respond.  Jan straightened her leg and pulled hard on Ellen’s wrist.  Her arm was being pulled out of its socket and Ellen screamed “I give!”  Jan released her grip, stood up and aimed a kick at her adversary’s backside before walking to her corner.

Paige announced: “After 4 minutes, the 2nd fall goes to Jan, Jan leads by 2 falls to nil”

Ellen got slowly to her feet, massaging her injured limb, as Jan cried out to her mockingly: “Come on champ, I thought you were going to fight me.”

Back in her corner Ellen told herself to get a grip.  She was bigger and stronger than her opponent, she just needed to focus. When Paige called out "Fight on!" Ellen waited in her corner as Jan charged out and stopped her with a kick to the crotch.  Jan clutched herself, her knees buckled and a second kick hit the side of her head. sending her sprawling to the mat. 

Paige started to count. Jan got up at 6 and Ellen hit her with two forearm smashes to the breasts knocking her back against the wall before grabbing her arm and throwing her to the mat.  Jan kicked out and took out Ellen’s legs from under her. She crashed down on her back and Jan leapt on top of her. The pair struggled on the mat for a minute or two, rolling back and forth, until Jan managed to land a punch to Ellen’s gut, knocking the wind out of her. 

Jan broke free and scrambled to her knees leaving Ellen on her back clutching her belly.  Paige started counting as both fighters caught their breath.  Jan got up first at 6 and was waiting for Ellen when she got up at 8.  They locked up again but it was Ellen who got the edge, trapping the smaller woman in a half nelson and pushing her into the wall.  Placing a hand on the back of the brunette’s head she slammed her forehead against the wall three times and then threw her down on her back. 

Paige started to count and Jan looked up at her, rubbing her scalp and said “she pulled my hair”.

“No, she didn’t” said Paige, “now get up or I’ll count you out.” 

Reluctantly Jan got up at 9 and faced Ellen again, crouching slightly with her arms loose and hands open ready to lock up and wrestle.  “Come on champ, give me what you’ve got.” 

Happy to oblige, Ellen took a leaf out of her adversary’s book and hit Jan with a right hook that put her back on the mat.  “Nice move.” mumbled Jan, rubbing her jaw, as Paige started counting again.  Once again Jan was up at 6 and Ellen grabbed her left arm and threw her back to the mat.  Ellen held onto Jan’s arm, pulled her up again and repeated the throw twice more.  Pulling her back to her feet Ellen hit Jan with an upper cut that knocked her back against the wall.  Jan bounced off the wall and staggered forward but stayed on her feet.  Ellen hoisted the dazed brunette into the air, dropped to one knee and delivered an over the knee back breaker.  For the first time in the match it seemed that Jan was in real trouble as she lay on her back with Paige counting over her.  She struggled to her feet at 9 and straight into the arms of Ellen, who gave her another back breaker.  This time Jan crawled to the wall bars and pulled herself up but as soon as Paige stopped counting and before she could turn around Ellen grabbed Jan’s legs, pulled her back to the centre of the mat and put her in a Boston crab.  Jan screamed in agony but refused Ellen’s calls to submit.  Desperate to distract the bigger woman Jan reached back and grabbed the tie on Ellen’s halter neck.  The strings came undone and the fabric fell away exposing Ellen’s breasts.  Like Jan’s before, Ellen’s nipples immediately turned hard in the cool air but if Jan hoped it would distract her, she was sadly mistaken.  Ellen pulled back harder and Jan finally screamed out “I give!” for the first time in the bout. 

Ellen released the hold and stood up as Paige announced: “After 10 minutes, the 3rd fall goes to Ellen, Jan leads by 2 falls to 1”

Jan lay on the mat rubbing her back.  Ellen took the opportunity to fire off a barbed comment: “Am I fighting well enough for you now, sweetie?”

“Fuck you, champ.” was the response from the prone form on the mat.

“In your dreams, sweetie.” Ellen replied.

Ellen’s top was still tied below her boobs but hanging down. She took hold of the neck ties and went to tie it back up but Paige waved an admonishing finger and said: “What comes off stays off.”

“It’s not come off, it’s come undone…”

“Your tits are out so they stay out.” Replied Paige.

Ellen reluctantly undid the lower tie and dropped her top in her corner. Both women were now topless.

At the end of the break Jan was still lying on the mat and a concerned Paige bent down to check her mother was OK to continue.  Jan waved her away.  Paige started to count and Jan got slowly to her feet at 9 still holding her back.  Sensing her opportunity, Ellen moved in.  A hip throw put the brunette down again for a count of 8 and Ellen repeated the manoeuvre twice more, getting another long count each time.  It looked like Jan was in serious trouble as she went down for a fourth time but then her foot lashed out and caught the blonde square in the crotch.  Ellen dropped to her knees and Jan scrambled to attack her on the mat.  They struggled for dominance until Ellen managed to secure a grapevine that would certainly have given her the equalising submission if Jan hadn’t managed to roll them off the edge of the mat.  Paige shouted “Break!” and Ellen reluctantly released the hold.   

Paige gave the command “Fight on!” and Jan lunged at Ellen, grabbed her left arm, spun around behind her and applied a full nelson.  Ellen’s initial surprised cry turned to a scream as Jan’s knee found it's way between her legs and caught her in the crotch again. She dropped to her knees with her tormentor directly behind her.  Releasing the full nelson Jan applied an arm bar choke hold with her right arm while her left hand found its way to Ellen’s left breast. 

“Oh, boobies” said Jan gleefully, “let’s see if I can tune this one in.” and she twisted Ellen’s left nipple aggressively, eliciting a scream from the blonde who was rapidly running out of oxygen.

Ellen grabbed at Jan’s right wrist with her left hand, trying to release the pressure on her throat, while her right hand went to Jan’s left, trying to prise it from her breast. But the brunette was strong, the choke remained in place and the nipple twisting continued. Ellen reached behind her trying to get hold of her tormentor but Jan was well placed, her knees tucked behind Ellen’s bum and her breasts pressing against the blonde’s shoulders.  Unable to pull Jan’s arm away from her throat or do any more that slap ineffectively at the few parts she could reach of the woman behind her, Ellen started to slip into unconsciousness.  Realising there was no escape she used her remaining strength to wave her submission. 

Jan released her hold and Ellen collapsed to the mat as Paige announced “After 14 minutes, 4th fall to Jan, Jan leads by 3 falls to 1.”

Ellen lay on the mat gasping for breath as Jan walked in front of her making an elaborate display of stretching to ease her abused back.
 
“Oh dear champ, you missed your chance there.  3-1 down and we're not even half way through yet.  Still, plenty of time left for me to get a few more off you.”

Looking up from the mat and still struggling to get her breath back, her face bright red and loose blonde hairs sticking to her sweat soaked cheeks, Ellen could only grunt in response.

This time it was Ellen who took the count at the start of the next fall, getting slowly to her feet as Paige counted to 8. Jan was quick to capitalise with more kicks to the crotch and a punch to Ellen’s left breast that put her down again for a count of 9.  As she rose, Jan delivered a kick to Ellen’s abdomen that doubled her over, linked her hands and slammed them down on the blonde’s back smashing her back to the mat.  Ellen made it up again at 9 and Jan aimed another kick at her gut but this time Ellen caught the brunette’s foot and spun her to the mat. 

Ellen hooked Jan’s left leg behind her own, reached forward, reached forward with both hands to clutch the brunette’s chin and pulled back in a classic STF, using her full weight to, once again, put pressure on the smaller woman’s back.  Jan was in serious trouble and pounded the mat with her left hand to signal her submission.  Ellen released the hold and got to her feet. 

Jan lay panting on the mat for a moment as her daughter announced: “After 16 minutes, 5th fall to Ellen, Jan leads by 3 falls to 2.”

Back in her corner Ellen silently congratulated herself as she watched Jan get slowly to her feet, one hand rubbing the small of her back.  She may have lost the initiative in the 4th fall but she was back in the match again now and, for the first time, Jan seemed to have nothing to say.  Looking across at the brunette Ellen could see she looked pensive and she got the distinct impression that the next fall could decide the fight.

The one-minute break came to an end and Paige asked: “Ladies – are you ready?”

They both nodded and she said: “Fight on!”

It was clear both women were starting to tire and this time they advanced more slowly in the centre of the mats. 

Jan aimed a kick at Ellen’s crotch but it missed and hit her on the thigh.  Ellen landed a punch on Jan’s left breast.  Jan countered with a right hook that caught Ellen on the jaw and they came together in a mutual bear hug.   Breast to breast with their heads looking over each other’s left shoulder they stood for a moment trying to squeeze the life out of each other until Jan, in a display of titanic effort, managed to lift the bigger woman off the mat and they collapsed sideways with Ellen on top. 

Jan quickly struggled free and for the next minute or so the wrestled for dominance on the mat which was now slick with their sweat and becoming slippery.  At one point Jan almost made it to her feet but Ellen caught her ankle and pulled her back down. 

Ellen attempted to get a grapevine on the smaller woman but she struggled free and hit the blonde with three sharp punches to the gut.  Attempting to mount her opponent Jan received a knee in the groin and the pair ended up lying side by side, head to toe for a brief moment while they caught their breath.  Ellen managed to wrap her legs around Jan’s head and apply a head scissors but seconds later she found herself trapped in an identical move by the brunette’s strong thighs. 

They lay side by side for a few moments, heads between each other’s thighs both struggling for advantage but eventually Jan managed to push herself up on her left arm and roll Ellen onto her back. 

Ellen realised her predicament too late as Jan slipped her head from between Ellen’s thighs, released her own scissors and sat back.  Suddenly Jan was in control. With her feet either side of Ellen’s head and her calves pinning the blonde’s shoulders, she lowered her buttocks into Ellen’s face and put her hands on her hips, grinning broadly as Jill closed in with her camera. 

For a moment Jan occupied herself pinching and pulling Ellen's nipples. Ellen tried grabbing at the brunette’s thighs but Jan grabbed her wrists, pulled her hands away and held them down against her sides.  Ellen struggled to kick her way out the hold but Jan had herself positioned perfectly and she couldn’t unseat her.  In a normal wrestling match this would have been a simple 3 count pin but, in this fight, it was just a chance for Jan to take stock and plan her next move as Ellen continued her struggle to get free. She pushed her bum harder into the blonde's face and wiggled her arse as Ellen tried repeatedly to bridge and kick out, all to no avail.

Eventually Ellen’s efforts to break out proved her undoing as the brunette managed catch both the blonde’s flailing legs and hook them under her own armpits.  With Jan’s bum in her face Ellen couldn’t see what happened next but other senses warned her. She felt fabric being peeled away from her own backside and heard Jan gleefully saying “what’s in here then?”

Jill’s camera zoomed in on Ellen’s exposed buttocks as Jan began exploring her find.  The next thing Ellen knew was excruciating pain as Jan grabbed a fistful of her now exposed pubes and yanked them. 

“Hair!” Came the cry from beneath the brunette’s backside.

“Pubic hair doesn’t count” was the brunette’s response. 

“Yes, it does.” Cried Paige, “Leave it, mum.” 

“OK, how about this?”

The brunette spaded her hand and drove three fingers into Ellen's puckered butt hole. 

“Oh God!  I give! I give! Get your fingers out of my bum” came the muffled screams from beneath the yellow knickers. 

Jan removed her fingers, released her hold on Ellen's legs and stood up as Paige announced: “After 20 minutes, 6th fall to Jan, Jan leads by 4 falls to 2.  Ladies, you have one minute.” 

Ellen lay on her back on the mat for a few seconds, her pants around her knees, massaging her abused crotch and arsehole before rolling over and coming to her knees with tears streaming down her face.
 
“Christ Jan, that really hurt.”

“It doesn’t smell too great either” replied the brunette, making a big show of wiping her fingers on her towel.   “It’s a fight baby, so stop crying.  I’m not done with you yet. Not by a long way.”

Ellen got to her feet and started to pull her pants up but Paige said: “What comes off stays off, remember?”

“But they haven’t come off, they’re round my knees.” Ellen protested.

“They’re supposed to be around your bum, they’ve come off so take them right off.”

Reluctantly Ellen complied, Jan couldn’t contain herself:

“Good call babe.”

“No worries mum, you’re on top of things now.” 

Ellen glared at Paige who quickly added: “But I’m here to see fair play – no more pulling Ellen’s pubes, OK”. 

Jan looked sheepish and nodded her agreement.

Ellen walked to her corner, dropped the bikini briefs next to her halter top and wiped her tears with the towel.  Now she was naked and worried what Jan would do next. 

The minute's break passed all to quickly for Ellen as she struggled to compose herself and it seemed no time at all before Paige asked: “Ladies are we ready to continue?”

Both women nodded their agreement and the match resumed.  Jan closed on the naked blonde.  Two solid punches from the brunette rocked Ellen and pushed her back against the wall bars.  Jan wasted no time and, pinning Ellen with an arm bar across her throat, delivered a series of savage knee lifts to her exposed fanny.
 
As Ellen’s eyes started to roll, Jan released the arm bar, punched the blonde hard in both breasts, grabbed the back of her head and threw her face down on the mat.  Ellen was in serious trouble as Paige counted over her.  She got to her hands and knees at 5, shook her head to clear the cobwebs and got to her feet at 9.
 
Jan was waiting and delivered a vicious kick to the crotch that dropped her straight down again.  Ellen stayed on her knees, clutching her sex for a count of 8 before getting to her feet again with her fists clenched.
 
Jan raised her fits as well and for a few moments the pair traded punches. But it was a one-sided affair, with the brunette clearly more experienced at boxing than the blonde.  A solid right hook caught Ellen on the jaw and put her down again. Paige started to count as Jan stepped back and watched her struggle to get up, goading:

“Come on champ, beat me up.”

Ellen crawled to the wall bars and pulled herself up at the count of 9. Turning to face her tormentor she was immediately hit by two scissor kicks to the crotch and abdomen that put her back on her knees for another 8 count.  Jan was toying with her now. It seemed it no longer a question of whether Ellen could win the fight, or even go the distance, it was simply how much longer she could keep beating the count. 

As Ellen got to her feet for the fourth time in two minutes Jan raised her fists and hit the blonde with another series of closed fist punches to her chest and face, knocking her back against the wall.  Ellen did her best to cover up and respond but she was dazed by the onslaught and her own punches were easily deflected by the brunette and failed to hit their mark. 

A blow to the abdomen doubled Ellen over and Jan delivered a knee to her breasts, which dropped the blonde to the mat again.  Once again Ellen got doggedly to her feet as the count reached 9 but this time it was clear from the glazed expression on her face that she was out of it and Jan moved in to finish her off.

Grabbing the groggy blonde by the neck and crotch Jan lifted her clear of the mat and, turning her so that her head faced the ground, slammed her down on her back again and followed up with a leg drop across Ellen’s chest – knocking what little air remained in her lungs out.  Ellen convulsed briefly and then lay still as Jan scrambled to her feet and crouched next to her, ready to grab the her if she started to get up.  Paige started the count:

“One, two, three, four…”

The big blonde lay motionless with her eyes closed, just the rise and fall of her chest showing she was still breathing.

“…five, six, seven…”

Ellen’s eyes flickered open and her face registered shock at the sound of Paige’s voice.  Jan stood up and relaxed as she waited for the inevitable…

“…eight, nine…”

Ellen rolled over and got to her hand and knees but it was too late.

“…ten!  Out!”

Jan raised her arms in victory, placed a foot on Ellen’s shoulder blades and pushed her gently but firmly, face first to the mat as Paige announced:

“The winner, by a knock out after 23 minutes and 45 seconds, Jan!”

Now it was Jan’s time to showboat.  As Jill captured the scene on camera Jan nudged Ellen with her foot and her victim obligingly groaned and rolled over, allowing her conqueror to plant her foot on the blonde’s boobs while grinning at the camera.

“Happy birthday sweetie!” Jan was oozing to the camera as Jill panned up and down between her face and the fallen figure beneath her foot.

Ellen’s head was still spinning as thought to herself ‘this is what she paid for and she beat me fair and square’, but somewhere in the back of her mind something said ‘just wait until next time’.  With that she passed out again.

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Ellen came to at the sound of Jill saying “that’s a wrap” and opened her eyes to see Jan was bending over her with a concerned look on her face.

“Are you OK sweetie?  Sorry to pound you like that but it was a fight after all.”

Ellen looked up at her vanquisher and replied: “Yes, I’m fine.  Like you say, it was a fight and someone had to lose.  Congratulations, you were much better than I expected.”

Ellen slowly sat up and Jan squatted down beside her and admitted: “So were you – the best opponent I’ve faced in years.”

Noting the disappointment on Ellen’s face Jan said brightly: “Hey, come on sweetie, you’re the real winner here – after all I’m paying you for this.  Go get yourself a shower and meet me out front when you’re ready.  It’s pay day!”

With that Jan stood up and held out her hand.  Ellen grabbed it and Jan pulled her to her feet.  The big blonde staggered a little, but kept her footing.  Paige appeared holding two robes, she put one over her mother’s shoulders and helped Ellen slip into the other before handing her back her bikini briefs and top.  Ellen was still very groggy but refused Paige’s offer to help her back to the locker room and made her own way, slowly and shakily, out of the gym.

She made it back to the locker room, but only just.  When she was alone again, she lay on a bench for 10 minutes just getting her breath back and waiting for her head to stop spinning before heading for the shower.  As she showered, she marvelled at Jan’s apparent resilience.  ‘Over 20 minutes of fighting, I put her down at least 10 times and yet she still seems fresh while I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck – how does she do it?’

After showering she needed another 5 minutes rest before she felt ready to get dressed again.  Every part of her body ached and she knew it would just get worse.  Pulling on her knickers and jeans served to reminder her how bruised and swollen her pussy was from Jan’s attentions.  There would be plenty of bruises elsewhere but, hopefully, not too many in exposed places.  Almost 30 minutes after she left the mats she emerged into the lobby of the gym.
 
Jan was sat at a table in the small cafeteria area with Paige and Jill.  A bottle of wine was on the table with four glasses and small pile of £50 notes. When she saw Ellen, Jan stood up and walked towards her.  Ellen was stunned at the vision before her.  Jan was dressed in a dark two-piece business suit, jacket and A-line knee length skirt, and white blouse opened far enough to expose her cleavage.  She was wearing designer framed glasses and red shoes with heels that made her almost as tall as Ellen in her jeans, jumper and sneakers. 

Jan gave her a hug and said: “Hi champ, how are you feeling? Come and join us for a drink.”

Ellen smiled in reply as Jan steered her to a vacant chair at the table. They both sat down and Jan poured the wine into 4 glasses for the 4 women.  Pushing the bank notes across the table she said: “Congratulations champ – here are your winnings.”

Then she picked up her wine glass and said: “Ladies – a toast to Ellen, our gallant loser and the best fighter I’ve faced in years.”

All four women took a drink and the tension in the room evaporated.  Ellen was bursting to ask her conqueror a question and couldn’t wait any longer. “Jan, when was the last time you fought anyone.”

Jan glanced to her left and said “About 6 months ago wasn’t it, Jill?”

The blonde camera woman flushed slightly and said “Yes, about that.”

“And I beat you hollow, didn’t I?”   

Jill blushed bright red and said, very quietly “Yes, you did.”

Ellen was amazed – she didn’t have Jill figured for a fighter.  Then she reminder herself that anyone walking into the room now and seeing the smartly dressed business woman and the middle-aged hippy chick sharing a glass of wine would never think that less than an hour ago they had been beating each other up in the gym next door.

“So, do you two fight often?” She asked.

“Just the once so far” said Jan “and I don’t think she’s up for a rematch, but I try to get in at least one or two fights a year.  Don’t ask me why, I’ve done it for years.  The trouble these days is finding good opponents – tell her how long you lasted Jill.”

Jill blushed again and said: “Compared to you Ellen, no time at all. Jan knocked me out in under 6 minutes. None of her last 4 opponents have lasted more than 15 minutes.”

“Mum’s got a bit of a reputation” ventured Paige, “the last time anyone knocked her out I was ten, I’m nineteen now.  You came as close as anyone in the last nine years.”

“You nearly had me at that third fall.” Said Jan, “Another couple of back breakers and it would have been me taking the 10 count.” 

A flicker of a smile crossed Ellen’s lips as she mumbled: “Now you tell me.”

“That’s why I went to your old club sweetie, I wanted a tougher opponent and you’ve done me proud on that score.” Jan continued: “You should think about getting back into the ring you know.  Take on some of the other old broads at that club you used to fight at.  You’re a match for any of them.” 

“You’ve seen them?”

“Sure, I have, you weren’t my first choice for this – but I’m thinking you should have been.  I tried to get that gym owner, Gabi, to take me on and that so called ‘club president’ Jay, they both turned me down, so did the big redhead, Christine.  Then Gabi’s little cousin, Erica – the one who seems to do all the work these days, suggested I try you.”

“But I haven’t fought in years. I go to watch once in a while but that’s all.”

“None the less Erica thought you’d be a good choice. She showed me a video of your last match and I had to agree – you were unlucky to lose that one as well.”

“Maybe, but I lost and that’s why I stopped fighting. Can I ask you something else?”

“Sure.”

“Why did you pick this venue? You’ve been to the club; they have a ring there and very sophisticated video system. You’re paying me, I’m sure Gabi would have let you hire ‘the arena’ to make your little movie.”

“I know, but it’s a bit clinical, I prefer something more intimate. Jill can do great things with that little handycam – she got some great shots of my fingers up your arse…”

Ellen shuddered at the thought.

“…and the ropes of a ring don’t let you do close-ups like that.”

The wine was finished and Jan said “OK ladies, time to go home.”

Ellen picked up her money and headed for the door but Jan caught her arm, turned her round and gently kissed her full on the lips. “Thank you, sweetie – you’ve made me very happy tonight. Think about what I said. Get back in that ring and get yourself back in shape. Who knows, I might want to beat you again one day.”

With that she smiled and let go of her arm and Ellen slipped out into the night air – she certainly had a lot to think about.