Dishonor

by T. Trolley

"Girls try to totally dishonor or embarrass their adversaries so their
opponent remembers she had a fight with so and so." -- Carl Nelson, imminent author.

I knew Teresa, who I was dating at the time, was a tough little woman and had
lots of streetfighting experience. There was no doubt that Teresa knew what
she was doing when it came to fighting.

So when the 5-5, 130 lb., 35-year-old, short-haired brunette from Louisiana
who called herself "Cajun Queen" challenged my Teresa, or "Li'l Cheetah" as she

liked to call herself, to a fight in a local bar, I was confident of Teresa's
ability to hold her own. In fact, I had to wonder if the Cajun Queen really
knew what she was getting into. Sure, she was taller and in better shape than
my Teresa. But did she know how tough and aggressive Teresa, at 5-2, 31 years
old and 145 lbs., really was or did she simply challenge her to the fight
because she believed she was so much taller than Teresa and could thus beat her
easily without realizing Teresa had so much streetfighting experience?

I drove Teresa to the fight location of the fight and entered the bar with
her. Teresa confidently entered the building wearing jeans and the Detroit Tiger
jersey I had given to her as a special present which she prized so much as
well as boots.

My Teresa then waited patiently for her opponent to arrive. Bars were not her
kind of place, but when it came to fighting, Teresa didn't mind where she
fought. After all, when she was a schoolgirl, she fought the girls in her own
school and then didn't have any second thoughts about going to other schools to
fight girls there. She didn't care if she fought those girls on their home
turf. All she knew is she could fight and beat girls no matter where the fight
was. And she felt the same way about the Cajun Queen.

Cajun Queen was about five minutes late and came in
the back door of the bar wearing jeans, a sleeveless
denim shirt and boots. She walked up behind Teresa,
raising her hands high over head and ready to surprise
Teresa from behind! But an alert Teresa saw her reflection in the mirror on
the back wall, spun quickly and landed a roundhouse right to Queen's exposed
ribs, knocking her back into the bar! The fight was on!

The patrons, who didn't realize Teresa and The Queen had scheduled the fight
at the bar, thought the bout was spontaneous so they yelled and screamed,
"Catfight! Catfight!" and began to form a circle around the two battling women,
cheering them on!

Teresa then charged Cajun, but the Queen met her in the lower stomach with
the heel of her boot as she raced in! Teresa let out a little squeal of
surprised pain and doubled over slightly, grabbing her belly with one hand as she
backed away to catch her breath as Queen approached her cautiously! The crowd was
going wild as the two women battled ferociously!

I didn't want Teresa to get hurt, but on the other hand I was anxious to see
Teresa fight another woman. In fact, Teresa knew what I thought of female
combat and said previously that she didn't have a problem with "being in one of my
fantasies." So now Teresa was actually participating in it and, though I
didn't want to see her get hurt in the process, I was having the time of my life!

Then, as if signalled, the two women started swinging wildly at each other
and, as one spectator put it, "they were beating the heck out of each other!"

Queen suddenly shot a knee into the back of Teresa's left thigh, causing her
to back off as her thigh felt as if it were on fire! Suddenly, Queen delivered
a hard uppercut that was meant for Teresa's jaw but instead struck her in the
throat! This immediately knocked Teresa down and she ended up rolling around
on the floor, holding her throat and gagging!

I couldn't believe what I was seeing! My tough but gorgeous girlfriend whom I
had adored as my own personal beautiful combative female was now rolling 
around on the floor helplessly as she clutched at her
throat after being punched in the throat by another woman! Never had I ever
imagined I would see Teresa, of all people, in such dire straits during a fight
with another woman!

Then to everybody's surprise including mine, Queen 
reached down and began ripping the front of the Tigers
jersey open to the crowd's delight!

I couldn't believe what I was seeing so I leaned in closer to get a good look
as the crowd cheered my Teresa's humiliation and embarrassment by another
woman in a fair fight!

My darling little Teresa was up on her knees now but, instead of taking
advantage of the situation, Queen was still tugging away at the jersey as Teresa
seemed helpless to stop her and finally pulled it all the way off of Teresa,
completing her humiliation!

The crowd was cheering wildly now as Teresa, on her
knees, had been totally humiliated in a fair fight
with another woman! I couldn't believe my girl had literally lost the very
shirt off her back to another woman in front of all these people! Not only that,
Queen had torn the precious jersey that I had given her as an object of my
love for her -- something Teresa treasured above all else! And now it had been
torn off of her, against her will, by a seemingly stronger woman in front of
her lover's eyes!

As Queen held the jersey high in the air in triumph
over Teresa, displaying it as a trophy, Teresa -- who
was still on her knees looking up, her face as red as a beet -- threw a hard
right into Queen's stomach! As she was knocked back slightly, Teresa was quick
to her feet and followed with a boot to the stomach, doubling her over!
Teresa then jumped up and came crashing down with both of her fists onto Queen's
back, knocking her to the floor! As Queen went to her knees, Teresa started
pulling the denim shirt off of her in a
search for vengeance as the crowd cheered!

A furious Teresa then threw punch after punch and kick
after kick as Queen tried to retaliate with a few
shots of her own but Teresa wasn't feeling any pain as
she was totally overtaken with rage! Teresa had Cajun
in the corner of the bar, battering her as she covered
up! She then grabbed her by the hair, stood her
straight up and delivered a hard combination to
Queen's ribs that dropped the girl from Cajun country
face down on the hard floor as she clutched her
ribcage! Queen had not given one sign of getting up at
all. The crowd was cheering and shouting the
victorious Teresa's name!

Both women fought hard to make sure she made a lasting impression on each
other. Queen had certainly succeeded when she downed my Teresa with one punch to
the throat and embarrassed and humiliated her by stripping her of her
priceless jersey! Neither Teresa or myself for that matter would ever forget that!

But one thing was for certain -- with the punishment that my Teresa dealt out
to the Queen, the Louisiana girl would remember Teresa for a long time to
come!