Enemies - Part 2



So six times we had met in one year. Each time, save for the first
introduction, Leonie & Henri would arrive, Leonie would change and we'd fight.
The quickest submission was when I got her in just under 15 minutes. I wanted
to gloat, but it was like all the matches physically draining and Leonie
quickly got to her feet and left with Henri who just shrugged his shoulders,
paid off his wager and they were gone in a flash. We had also fought almost an
hour before a submission on another occasion. The matches always one fall to a
submission, with a few more guests invited to watch each time. Word of our
fights spread in this underground community and people paid to be invited and
come and see it live. Leonie never talked to the invited either and would
leave the entertaining to me after she left.

I hated Leonie and it was mutual. I knew how much I anticipated the matches
with a combination of excitement and dread. The wait between each match seemed
longer and longer win or lose and all I could think about was the day I'd be
able to dominate and beat her convincingly. It became all consuming and it
affected my work, home life and matches with other women, who would be the
victim of my dislike for Leonie. This was no good.

What especially made it difficult was that regardless of how much I trained
and prepared for each match, Leonie seemed to do the same and there was no
visible weakness to exploit. Each fight I'd get her in positions that I
thought were inescapable and would demand a submission that if it came was not
easy. I never heard her gasp or thrash like a fish out of water, a feeling I
knew very well when I'd trap lesser opponents and could feel their fear as I
would extract submissions. With a well executed scissor, an opponent would
gasp and then may thrash wildly trying to escape. Sometimes I'd let up and toy
with them. Not Leonie, who would continue to fight and search for an escape
and only if every alternative was exhausted would she tap. Never would she
cry, verbally say anything, seem hurt or even seem to breath heavily. Simply
tap the mat, sit up, then rise and leave the room. Conversely she never seemed
to labour or ask me to submit. She just waited for me to tap.

Our matches grew more violent and intense with each meeting. We'd use elbows,
pull hair, grab breasts and grind each other in to the mat, but we stayed
within the rules. Only once, after she submitted me, I lost my temper and
attacked her, where we continued another 5 minutes before we broke and Leonie
left.

So the letter was really a blessing, this could not go on. Leonie hand wrote
as follows:

Beatrice,

Enough is enough. I want nothing more then to humiliate you and leave you
beaten. Don't be taken aback or feign shock. I know you want the same. But
this can not go on. I propose one last meeting. No more one fall match. We
will meet over the weekend, with different matches each day. Each will choose
the match, the attire, the reward for victory. I want, like I'm sure you do to
leave you beaten, submitted and to know who is superior. I want the victory to
be complete and it will be more then just a tap on the mat. I have told Henri,
no more bets and no more matches afterward. I want this over with. I'm not
waiting for your acceptance, because as intimate on the mat as we have been, I
know you feel the same. Just give a weekend and stakes you want and we'll be
there.

I knew this was coming, but the finality and letter still caught me by
surprised. I showed it to Michel and wondered what Leonie had in mind. I too
wanted this over, but at what cost?

I have never been scared, but reading this made my head spin and shake
involuntarily in anticipation thinking about the result and possible
implications in the letter.

It wasn't about accepting the offer, it was when, what and how we'd settle it
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