The discussions about this next fight started a bit over two months after Diana and I had boxed. Soon after we boxed, Randy and I had talked a lot about fighting and about my first fight with Diana. That was when he let slip that he thought Diana was really hot, and I hate to admit it but he is right, she is. As a personal trainer her body is her calling card and she obviously works at it. A flat hard stomach, buns of steel, and firm and well toned boobs, along with long black hair, a smoking kind of sexuality and an attitude. Oh yea…Diana is very use to being noticed by men and she encourages that and loves it. Yea, it was very easy to hate Diana and to want to fight her again. Especially since this time we were to catfight!

We spoke on the phone and were very cordial. What we came up with was a semi-rules catfight, winner when the other is either unable or unwilling to continue fighting, We’d be fighting in bikinis, full gloves, no punches to the face (open handed slapping allowed), crotch is off limits (I have to tell you...when I said that last thing she chuckled...didn't say anything but chuckled...hmmmm – that did give me pause), just the fighter and partner there at the fight, and no pictures or video. She said everything sounded fine to her...wondered if I wanted to again fight in a ring. Said that was fine..she is looking for a venue for us in the various health clubs and gyms she knows about. We set a date on a Saturday night in 2 weeks.

Michelle and I prepared as best we could. We talked the fight and what my plans were now that I had fought Diana once and knew what I was dealing with. I did have some butterflies mainly I think because of (1) the way that I know Randy feels about Diana and (2) because in fighting her once I know what kind of a woman Diana is when confronted. I’ve also heard some stories about Diana’s fights and I know she is willing to put it all on the line. I did, however, win our first battle and I have to keep remembering that, but it’s not always easy!

Not a bikini wearer on the beach, I shopped the Victoria Secret catalog and found a very sexy blue bikini to fight in. Again, probably more for Randy then me, but I felt I had to have something to show him if I was going to fight this woman that my husband thought was hot!

We got to the club at about 11:45 and waited in the parking lot till another car drove in. As the door opened I could see from the interior light it was Diana with a man I assumed was her husband. She was again wearing that incredible long black fur coat. I was wearing the knock out suit with a long trench coat over it.

We all got out of the car and Diana opened the back door of the club. We went down the hall to the gym room with the ring and I slipped out of my coat and yes, Randy’s eyes did pop! He gave me a long hard kiss and asked me if I was sure about this and when I said I was he told me to go get her tiger and mop the ring up with that cocky bitch! Wow…did that make me feel great.

Diana slipped off the fur and I saw she was in a black bikini with her black hair in two pigtails. I had my hair in a French braid. We both climbed into the ring and faced each other while in a totally silent room. We stood there for probably 30 seconds (sure seemed longer than that) staring into each other’s eyes..you could have literally heard a pin drop. Finally she said “you ready?” and I replied “uh huh”. On that signal we moved at each other.

She had her hands balled into fists but I’d kept mine open. As we got close to each other I was able to smack her with two fast and hard slaps to the face, which totally took her by surprise…I wanted to make my mark early in the fight. She shook them off and we both put our hands out in front of each other and locked them in a test of strength. We stood toe to toe hands gripped until our hands slowly started going in the air and we were drawn together. We were standing grinding our tits into each other’s while still trying to dominate when I lifted my knee and kneed her in the belly (not the crotch). Immediately that took the vigor out of her movements and I was able to force her to her knees and I then kneed her in the left tit. I let go of her hands and grabbed her by the pigtails and kneed her a second time and let her fall to the mat. I dropped down hard with my ass landing on her stomach and I heard the air rush out of her. I wrapped my hands around her throat and started to apply pressure. I looked her in the eye and said “we can end this right now if you’d like?” but got no reply. We continued like that with our eyes locked and my hands around her throat and I guess I was almost hypnotized because I never felt it when she released my boobs from my top but I definitely did feel it when she started slapping them as hard as she could! After a couple of slaps she grabbed my nipples and I started to scream and she started to squeeze!

Diana was able to toss me off and we both slowly got to our feet. I tried to get my boobs back in my top, but it was useless so I slipped out of it and tossed it out of the ring (fastest wearing of any bathing suit I ever bought). Slowly we moved at each other again and as we got close, Diana lashed out with her foot catching me hard just below the waist of my bikini bottom and shit it hurt. I doubled over in pain and she was very quick to knee me in the tits, which threw me back against the ropes. Before I had a chance to recover, she was on me, flipped me around and draped my arms and neck over the top rope. Then she slammed her pelvis into my ass and brought her arms up under the rope and my arms and grabbed the back of my head. As she applied pressure, the rope effectively cut off my air and I struggled till I almost blacked out do to lack of air. “We can end this right now if you like”, she said mocking my words of just a few minutes earlier as I continued to struggle.

Suddenly she released me, flipped me around and monkey flipped me across the ring. As I attempted to get up, as I was on all fours, she kicked me hard in the stomach sending me rolling across the ring. It took a couple of minutes, but when I was ready to get up again I started wondering around a bit trying to get her off base. Then, when she didn’t expect it, instead of getting up on all fours again, I sprang from a kneeling position at her. I was able to catch her just above her waist, actually lift her up and smash her back into the turnbuckle! This really took the wind out of her sails and I capitalized on that by grabbing the bra of her bikini under her boobs, ripping it up and off and wrapping it around her neck. Then I used it to pull her head back over the turnbuckle and choked her! One good choke deserves another I always say!
That worked fine until she latched onto my nipples and then it was just a matter of who would be able to hold out longer. Unfortunately, the pain she was causing won out and I was forced to stop choking her to save my nipples. We both separated and stood center ring glairing at each other. Both of us were topless now with our D cup assets very obviously in play. She’d taken the fight to my nipples twice and so it seemed to me it was time for me to even the score.

I rushed at her and the two of us locked tit to tit each with our hands in the other’s hair and danced around the ring until I managed to get my leg between hers and we fell to the canvas. I came out on top and the fall seemed to knock some wind out of her. I was able to get to my knees and slam my right knee into her belly which just finished what the fall had started. Then I grabbed her nipples in my gloved fingers and decided to return the favors of earlier. I pulled, squeezed, manipulated and used them to drag her tits around and to slam them together. I released them, flipped her over on her stomach, and grabbed two handfuls of her black hair and started pulling. I got great reaction from this till I got back too far and she was able to kick me in the back of the head with her feet knocking me down and to the side. Off balance, it was easy for her to knock me to the mat and jump to her feet. She grabbed my legs and started to drag me to the side of the ring. I was doing all I could to get my legs loose and I was finally able to get my right foot out of her grip and I lashed out with it kicking her in the tits and then in the stomach. I took the opportunity to jump to my feet and I grab a shaken Diana by the arm and whip her into the ropes. In best WWF style I clocked her with a leg to the stomach as she bounced off and then a knee lift to her tits which droped her on the mat. Looking to end the fight, I dropped on her prone body catching her stomach with my knees and then jumped up again and buried my knees in her D cups!

I was clearly in control of the fight at this point and I guess that knowledge made me get a bit cocky and I looked up at Randy and blew him a kiss. I obviously took my eye off the game too long because rather than put Diana down and out, as I looked at Randy, Diana once again latched onto my nipples and squeezed. I screamed out in surprise and pain as she continued to exert incredible pressure on my nipples and then started rolling my swollen nipples in her gloved hands. It was easy for her to get me off her and to change positions with me on the bottom.

Suddenly the pain lessened as she released my nipples and quickly got to her feet and stomped me in the stomach. I tried to get into a fetal position only to have her stomp my right tit and trap it between her foot and the canvas. Then she grabbed two handfuls of my hair and started to pull me to my feet. As she got me to my knees, she viciously kneed me first in the right tit and then in the left. She did this a couple of times and my tits were on fire and I was desperate to get her to stop. At that point I punched her in the stomach as hard as I could!

Well, that did stop Diana’s attack on my tits, but only briefly. I was in bad shape and as I tried to get too my feet, Diana was struggling with her own pain. She called me several names (cunt, whore, and fucking bitch) and told me I’d pay. Somehow she managed to follow me to my feet and attacked. She smacked me hard in the face with open handed slaps that stung my cheeks and then punched me in the stomach very hard. Next she grabbed my hair and threw me across the ring. As I attempted to get to my feet she was on me once again grabbing me by the hair and flipping me across the ring again and into the ropes.

I was draped across the top rope when she climbed the bottom rope and grabbed two handfuls of my hair and draped my tits across the top rope. She dragged me back and forth by the hair letting the rope cut into the bottom of my breasts and continued this action till I cried out in pain. Next thing I knew she was off the ropes, flipped me around and stomped very hard with her foot in my stomach. I was out of it as she managed to get my hands caught in the rope so that I was basically defenseless as she started to wail on my body and chest with hard right and left combos.

She stood back and yelled to her husband asking how she should end the fight. I never heard what he said because I was in my own little world thinking about how my ego in addition to my body was taking a beating. I was wondering how Randy would react as I had all but given up the fight. Suddenly I was taken back to reality when I heard her say, “So..you thought a little shanty Irish cunt like you could take me in a cat fight, huh Peggy. Well I hope you learned your lesson. Oh, and by the way…I’ve seen the way your husband looks at me…maybe I’ll fuck him as my victory celebration!” And with that she spit in my face. She looked back at her husband and gave him a thumbs up and when she turned back I lashed out with my right foot and connected right with her belly button and she went down like a sack of potatoes (which we Irish know about). I managed to get my hands undone and grabbed her by the hair and kneed her repeatedly in the boobs. Then I pulled her up by her hair and slammed her into the turnbuckle tits first! I turned her around, flipped her across the ring and she hit hard. I straddled her chest with my ass and slowly slid the crotch of my suit across her face and ended the fight as she tapped out while attempting to breath! Even though she’d tapped out, I kept my snatch in her face for a couple of minutes just to make a point!

I climbed from the ring, Randy gave me a big hug (ouch!) helped me into my coat and we left!