06-25-2009, 10:15 AM
I had been a topless dancer since I was a Freshman in College and I absolutely loved it. The money was so good, that after graduating, I decided to continue dancing. I got to meet a lot of interesting people as I traveled from Club to Club throughout the Country, and that's how I discovered Women's Street Fighting. These are live fights, similar to MMA, but do not have a referee. Some fights are timed, others are not. They are no holds barred street fights, anything goes, and winner is declared usually by concede or KO. Fights that are timed can be decided by majority decision of 3 judges. Some fights are in a boxing ring, others are outside fights, usually in a field or sometimes even a parking lot or back alley. There's good money in these fights. The best fights are when it's winner take all because that assures the organizers of the fights that both women will give it their all. I had been in a few fights in my life, but started my street fighting career by entering hot oil and mud wrestling events. I enjoyed it so much I started training nearly every day. I enjoyed running, lifting weights and sparring in a boxing ring and the more I did it, the more I wanted to do it. I didn't tell anyone that I was fighting at first, and had won my first couple of fights. But soon after, confided in my roommate Kelly. When I finally told her, she wanted to tag along and be my sidekick. The manager of our Club had set up a street fight for me at an old Stone Quarry, just outside of town. I was pitted against an older woman, age 32, who worked for this construction company. She had gotten quite a reputation as a tough lady. During the day, she worked as a flag girl and at night and on the weekends she liked to fight. The fight was scheduled for a Friday night at 7:00 pm, after the construction company had closed for the weekend. It would be the first fight Kelly attended, and I told her she could come and hold my shoes. She didn't understand, but I explained to her that once I got into a fight and lost my shoes, so I had to walk home barefoot. I had also been in fights where my clothes were torn, so now, I always fight topless. I use that tactic to my advantage. The guys love it and the women hate it because I then became the crowd favorite. Anyways, we got to the Stone Quarry around 6:45. It had been overcast and kind of muggy all day, and now it felt like it would start raining any minute. The place was already packed with people, mostly men but still some women construction workers. They were drinking beer and smoking when we pulled in. The woman I was going to fight was named Maria. She wore blue jeans with work boots and a white tank top. I jumped out of the car wearing blue jeans with flip flops and a leather studded vest. My dangling naval belly ring was clearly on display. I was met by the local organizer and introduced to my opponent. She was at least 25 lbs heavier than me, and as I shook her hand, she looked me up and down, then told me in a slight whisper that she was going to kick my ass. The organizer called her honey, then reminded her that the fight didn't start yet. I looked at both of their hands, realizing they had identical wedding bands on. The instructions were quickly read to the crowd. The fight would be no holds barred. Winner would be declared by KO or concede only, with the winner receiving a winners take all purse of $3,000 in cold hard cash. We were then introduced to the large contingent of onlookers. I removed my leather vest and handed it to Kelly, just as it started to sprinkle. The gold hoop nipple ring I wore on my left nipple was now also clearly visible to the large crowd. As I kicked off my flip flops and removed my jeans I told Kelly to get ready to watch me lose. She was shocked as I stripped down to my black g-string in front of all these people. I told her to "keep my clothes in the car so they stayed dry and didn't get ripped or dirty." She asked me why I thought I'd lose. "It looks to me like you can take her." "I'm sure I can take her, it's just I don't think we'll get out of her alive if I beat her. Her husband's the organizer of the event. Just look at their wedding rings." With that, I turned around to face Maria. "I'm gonna rip those tits right off you, you slut." "Well, I guess you can go ahead and try." Her husband then gave the signal for us to start. We both raised our fists as it began to rain lightly now. We circled each other, then Maria connected with a surprisingly hard straight right to my belly. I thought maybe I can't take her after all. She charged after me, tackling me to the ground. We both rolled around the ground furiously, each trying to gain the advantage. Maria ended up on top of me, flailing away with both fists as I attempted to cover up. She grabbed me by the hair, and I managed to roll over, now face down in the dirt. She pulled back hard on my hair, bending me backwards, then captured me in a full nelson which I could not escape. She stood me up and bent me backwards, putting the front of my body on full display for the crowd. I could feel my g-string slipping downwards as she continued to stretch me backwards. I was moaning in agony and panting heavily as the top of my pubic hairs started to show. Releasing her hold, she drilled 2 hard rights into the small of my back, then spun me around and delivered a left hook to the side of my face, dropping me flat on my back. She pinned my arms down with her knees, then rained blow after blow into my tits and belly. It started to rain harder now but the crowd didn't mind. They were totally into the fight. Kelly stood by the car in total shock, as Maria continued her vicious assault. She finally got off me but then grabbed me by the hair again to stand me up. Holding my hair with her left hand, she slammed 5 hard rights into my unprotected belly. I collapsed into her, my arms draped over her shoulders. She hit me with 2 more rights to the belly and finished me off with a left cross to the side of the head. I fell to the ground, not knocked out but thoroughly beaten. She pulled some rope out of her back pocket and tied my hands together in front of me. I didn't know what was going on, but the hometown crowd did. Once my hands were tied, she again pulled me to my feet, dragging me over to a backhoe. She draped my tied arms up over raised boom to show my beaten body off to the large crowd. She then clawed and slapped both my tits for well over a minute. "Should I rip this nipple ring off, slut." She said to me. I didn't answer. The crowd encouraged her to do so. Instead, she slammed 10 more rights into my belly, then finished me off with a kick to the belly. The crowd roared its approval as Maria raised her arms in victory. Her husband approached first giving her a huge hug. After another 5 minutes, he finally cut me down. Kelly helped me back to our car, where I was offered a beer by another man and given a towel to dry off. 15 minutes later, we were on the road back to our apartment. In the middle of the ride home, Kelly and I finally looked at each other, and as I finally got my leather vest back on, we both burst into laughter.