"The Princess of
by T. Trolley
Teresa was 32, a gorgeous green-eyed brunette from
Detroit who was 5-2 and a quarter, weighed about 145 lbs. and from the neck
down looked just like Dolly Parton as she was a 40DD.
Early in our relationship, she told me of her fighting
experience -- long before I told her what a "turn-on" that was for
me. She told me she was "strong for a woman" and "loved to rough
house." She had lots of fights in her past as she was a former girl streetgang leader as well as lots of fights against other
girls in her schoolIn fact,
she often went to other schools to look for more girls to fight.
She even knew a few amateur wrestling moves such as the
half nelson and cradles, which she picked up as a cheerleader for her high
school boy's wrestling team and claimed she could get
out of any hold.
On her own, she even suggested she fight a match with me
in attendance! Of course, due to her streetfighting
background, she said she preferred a type of competition where she could use
her fists, such as boxing or even streetfighting/UFC
type matches. But she insisted on "just one match" because she wanted
to make sure I didn't like it so much that I forced her into doing it on a repeated basis. "You only get one match, so when I
do it you'd better enjoy it because it's the only one I'm doing," she told
me.
It was my duty to arrange the fight, so I busily and
excitedly went about a very crucial task for me -- to find a place where my
fantasy could come alive!
After searching the internet, I found one company/club
that fit Teresa's streetfighting style to a
"T" -- a group called "
Yet, I was concerned that Teresa could get hurt. The
women at "
But when I showed Teresa a sample clip from "
I got on the phone with "
This was the woman who would either be conquered by
Teresa or be her conqueror! I could hardly contain my emotions and excitement
about what was going to happen! Finally, after all the talk and sharing about
Teresa's female fighting exploits in the past, she would have the opportunity
to prove just how good and how strong she really was to me!
To see my girlfriend fight another woman in a fair fight
had always been my fantasy -- and Teresa was the only one who knew that. The
fact that my fantasy was about to become reality and that Teresa was going to
be a willing participant made my insides do flip flops whenever I thought about
it! I could hardly believe that my fantasy would soon become real in front of
my eyes and that Teresa would either conquer her foe and reign supreme over her
or else Lori would overcome and overwhelm my Teresa and humble her as I watched
-- an occurrence that could forever change the way I saw Teresa! That thought
excited me all the more!
This event would be one of the highlights of my life -- a
very, very special time indeed. And Teresa knew that as well and realized that,
no matter what the outcome of the fight, she would make an indelible and
lasting impression upon me that would last the rest of my life. Of course, she
wanted that lifelong impression to be a positive one where I would forever see
her as a female conqueror who exerted her physical superiority over her foe and
proved she was the better woman, not a negative one where I would remember her
forever as an inferior woman, physically defeated at the hands of another
female and shown to be "second rate" when matched up in a physical
confrontation.
Trying to lay my overflowing emotions and excitement
aside, I looked at the fight objectively. I honestly thought Teresa had the
advantage due to her former streetfighting
experience, but that was several years ago. Besides, Lori was much younger and
in better shape than Teresa. I was excited about the fight, yet anxious for
Teresa. Could the teenager actually beat her? And if she did, how would I look
at Teresa -- a woman I considered a modern-day female gladiatoress
-- if she was forced to give up in front of me by a meer teenager who outmuscled
and outfought her, proving herself to be superior to Teresa?
Even though I wanted Teresa to win, I knew there was no
way I could lose. If Teresa won, then she would have proven to be the toughest
girl and I'd get the respect for having linked up with a beautiful, yet tough
woman who came through with all eyes upon her to prove herself physically
superior to another woman. But 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 teenaged kid!
The mere shock of Teresa being forced to submit to another woman in a fair
fight -- let alone a teenager -- would be an unforgettable experience in
itself.
The night before her big fight, Teresa told me she had
done something she had promised me she'd do -- she made her own wrestling
attire for the fight! I'll never forget when she came out of the bedroom
wearing a blue coat over her homemade fighting attire after she had completed
it, then in gradiose style removed her coat to reveal
her creation and modeled it for me. It was a one-piece, low-cut, micro-mini,
cheetah-print outfit -- and she looked so great in it that I gasped in awe.
I'll never forget that cute smile on her face as she slowly turned around in
that cheetah outfit and showed it off for me, prancing around the room in the
process. She knew she looked real, real good and didn't mind flaunting her
gorgeous body in that cheetah outfit in front of me.
My emotions were running sky high at that point. This
wasn't a simple modeling show that my girlfriend was performing for me where
she was showing me how good she looked in a particular outfit. This was a
display of an actual outfit she had made to make my fantasy come true, an
outfit she would be wearing very soon as my female fight representative to the
world, in a way, when she would face her foe in a bout where she would either
force her opponent to give up or she would be forced to do the same!
The day of the fight arrived and I was literally quaking
on the inside and trembling in anticipation and excitement. I found it even
difficult to speak a cogent sentence that made sense as I was so totally
enthralled with what I was about to witness. Still, I tried to remain calm. I'm
not sure, but I think Teresa -- decked out in her cheetah suit -- knew how
intoxicated my entire being had become in anticipation of her fight.
As Lori came into the room wearing a very tight t-shirt
that showed off her great chest and some very revealing denim cutoff shorts, I
realized that not only would this be a fantasy come true for me, but also
recognized that the two female combatants were beautiful and very easy on the
eyes!
I watched Teresa give Lori the once over. Teresa had a
way of gauging and assessing how tough a girl would be in a fight. She'd look
at her overall build and how she carried herself and knew if it would be a
tough fight or an easy one. Teresa looked at me and shrugged -- meaning she
just couldn't get a good read on how tough Lori would be!
The two women then entered a completely padded room and
got in opposite corners. With my heart racing and my insides leaping all over
the place, I suddenly heard the producer yell, "Ready? ... Fight!" Just like that -- my fantasy was becoming
reality in front of my eyes! I could feel the electricity run throughout my
entire body! Teresa was now face to face with an opponent that wanted to do her
in and prove she was the better woman! It would be either Teresa or Lori -- and
I knew that Teresa understood that as well!
Lori came at Teresa, who was still assessing her as she
too advanced with fists up! My heart continued to race as the two came closer
and closer to each other! Suddenly, Lori threw a punch at Teresa, aiming for
her cute little chin! I held my breath for a moment, wondering what the outcome
of the blow would be! But I then noticed it was a surprisingly tentative right
fist that was slow enough for Teresa to see before it landed!
I watched in excitement as Teresa turned her face away
and ducked, closing her eyes momentarily as the punch barely touched her chin
and jaw! Then Teresa suddenly turned her head back toward her opponent and
rammed a solid right fist into Lori's unprotected sternum!
I was shocked by how hard Teresa had hit Lori! The sound
of the blow hitting Lori's chest could be heard throughout the room! Lori
groaned in pain and doubled over slightly, retreating towards the wall as she
held her chest with her left hand! Immediately, a feeling of joy and pride as
well as exultation welled up in me as Teresa had landed the first telling blow
and had her opponent, who wished to do her in, on the run!
I watched closely as Teresa, seeing Lori hurting already
and wanting to end the fight as soon as possible before her lack of stamina due
to a cigarette smoking habit kicked in, quickly took two large steps forward in
pursuit and drove another solid, hard right fist into Lori's sternum!
My mouth fell open momentarily in surprise and glee as
Teresa was landing some telling blows that had given her an advantage that, if
she continued pressing the issue, could bring her victory!
I could clearly see that, even though the two went into
the wall and grabbed each other by the hair, it was my
Teresa who had asserted herself to the point that she had Lori on the defensive!
Making good use of her momentum, Teresa quickly got Lori in a headlock and
threw her to the ground with her left arm in a tremendous display of strength!
Lori and Teresa both groaned as Teresa moaned out of effort in tossing the
weight of the resisting Lori to the mat while Lori groaned when she fell and
Teresa went down on top of her.
Lori squealed in pain but then reached out with her right
hand and grabbed Teresa's hair! As she pulled Teresa back by the hair, Teresa's
head moved with the pull and her neck slightly craned backward as Teresa closed
her eyes, feeling the pain of having her hair pulled and also trying to
maintain her advantage!
Though the craning of Teresa's neck lasted only a second
or two, as I looked at Lori pull back on Teresa's hair and expose that pretty
soft throat of my girlfriend, I thought about the times I had lightly kissed
that very same throat and neck and how Teresa slowly moved her head higher into
the air so I could kiss every part of her soft neck and throat. I remember
feeling her tremble and softly moan in ecstacy as I
touched my lips to her throat. And now that very same neck was being pulled
back and strained by a woman who was trying to exert her will physically over
Teresa!
Lori rolled Teresa over with the hair pull and actually
was on top of her for a brief moment -- a moment when my heart was in my throat
as Lori had a brief advantage over Teresa. I had never seen any woman hurt
Teresa in a fight before and that one brief instant allowed me to see that
Teresa wasn't totally invulnerable to being subdued by another woman in a
fight! In fact, for a brief moment, I remember thinking, "Omigosh! Lori has reversed this and now Teresa's in
trouble!" But Teresa had retained the headlock on her opponent and had
both forcefully and angrily rolled Lori back over, regaining the top position
on Lori to my great joy and relief!
I noticed Teresa was really working Lori over in that
headlock now, squeezing so tight that her arm crushed into the cheek of Lori
and distorted her features temporarily! From what Teresa had told me about her
past fights, I knew that she got angry -- sometimes even livid -- when hurt in
a fight so it seemed obvious that Teresa was pouring it on because Lori had
pulled her hair as I watched my cute little girlfriend use her sexy arm to
crush Lori's face and head! Teresa was really digging into Lori's face and head
with that crushing headlock and I realized that Teresa was really angry with
Lori for hurting her with that hairpull and was paying
her back bigtime!
Lori's face was turning red as she abandoned her hairpull attempts temporarily and used her hands to pry
away at Teresa's unrelenting arms which were crushing her head and weakening
her! My palms began to get sweaty as my insides continued to move all over the
map and I began to hopefully ponder, "Can Teresa get the submission? Can
Lori take it? Will Teresa go for it -- now? Can she get it?"
Lori began to squeal in pain and desperately returned to
the hairpull attempts! But Teresa, sensing she had
Lori weakened and realizing she could be close to winning the fight, decided to
end the hairpulling for good by breaking her headlock
and going for a schoolgirl pin on Lori!
I held my breath in anticipation and hope of an impending
victory for Teresa! Lori knew that Teresa was trying to finish her and quickly
got to her stomach! But Teresa hooked Lori's left arm and easily rolled her
over and onto her back and went for the straddle pin again! She grabbed Lori's
hair with her left hand to steady Lori and keep her from rolling away and
quickly pinned her left arm with her right hand!
I gasped in sheer joy as Teresa now had Lori in a real
pickle. Lori desperately kicked and twisted, arching her back in a bridge
attempt to get away as she tried to roll to her left! But Teresa retained her
advantage atop Lori by shifting her weight to her right! I realized Teresa was
very close to completing her schoolgirl press on Lori and, if she could do
that, it could mean that Teresa would win!
Then, just moments later, Teresa was able to grab Lori's
right arm by the wrist and pin that as well! Teresa had Lori in a schoolgirl
pin, or a schoolgirl press, or in a straddle pin or whatever you want to call
it -- Teresa had Lori in it!
I couldn't conceal my joy as I screamed out, "You've
got her, hon! Hold her tight! Don't let her go!"
Lori writhed, bucked and bridged but Teresa retained the
pin as she looked down on Lori with a frown on her face as if to say, "See
what you get for pulling my hair? You'd better not try to get away!" Lori
kept trying to wriggle away and tossing Teresa off, but Teresa maintained her
pin on Lori in secure fashion!
I kept looking for signs of fatigue and tiring from Lori
as Teresa straddled her. I silently spoke to Lori and said, "Please, tire
out before you get away!" Lori was a real fighter and at first showed no
signs of slowing down in her effort to kick Teresa off of her! But finally, I
began to see what I had hoped to see! The weight of Teresa on top of Lori's chest
began to slow Lori down and inhibited her breathing! Her resistance was also
beginning to show signs of ebbing! Teresa just kept straddling Lori and looking
down at her with a look of complete disdain and a "Better not try to get
away!" glare from her position atop her, waiting for Lori to tire herself
out!
And finally, after a long, fruitless struggle of kicking,
twisting and wriggling as well as writhing, Lori gasped her surrender!
Teresa smiled and got off of Lori, who lay
spreadeagled on the mat -- defeated and exhausted!
Teresa looked over to me and, though obviously tired herself as she was gasping
for air, put on a huge smile as I lifted my arms up in joy and clenched my
fists!
The thrill of victory both Teresa and I were experiencing
in sharing her moment of triumph -- a moment that would never be repeated but
would be remembered forever -- was something that so few couples had ever
experienced. My fantasy of Teresa fighting not only was fulfilled, but ended
with a real victory for Teresa -- something we both got a huge charge out of!
I rushed to Teresa and she lept into my arms, wrapping her strong little legs around
me as she closed her eyes and planted her gorgeous ruby lips on mine -- giving
me a huge kiss. As I kissed her, I realized I was holding a beautiful, gorgeous
woman who had just proved she was better than another woman by forcing her to
quit in a fight that she had participated in just for me! As I realized that,
the feeling of her breasts upon my chest and her legs around my posterior as
well as her gorgeous arms around my neck was all the more exhillarating
for me!
She then pulled away from the kiss and looked at me with
a huge smile on her face! As I still held her up in my arms, she raised her
right arm high in the air in victory! I suddenly realized that she was enjoying
this moment of personal triumph just as much as I was bathing in the joy of her
victory in my fantasy come to life!
I continued to proudly show Teresa off to those in
attendance as the members in the audience admired the small, compact, powerful
female fighter of mine. I had suspected before Teresa had even offered to fight
for him that I had a real tigress -- or "cheetah" -- for a girlfriend
and she had confirmed his beliefs.
I carried my victorious female gladiatoress
from her scene of triumph and at dinner that night gave her a coral necklace,
pronouncing her The Honorary Princess of "
And I treated her like the princess she was for the rest
of the night.