Pearl battle




Get the bitch out here Lisa barked as she signed the piece of paper
designating that the 747-200 she had just walked through was in her mind air
worthy. She was an FAA designated air worthiness inspector and the airplane
was owned by her employer America West who thought it very convenient that
someone they paid to help decide what planes to buy for their fleet could also
deem them air worthy or not. At thirty five Lisa Peltier was an accomplished
woman by any standards MBA and well busines and hobby collided she turned
wrenches on planes for fun. America West had taken note so she was now in
charge of shepherding the two queens of the fleet which had been purchased
despite her opposition. They both were former KLM birds working the glamor run
Sky Harbor to Honolulu. Both of which were confirmed drama queens.

Lisa had gotten her mechanics ratings via Spartan school of aeronautics, which
painted a black cat with the number 13 on their Cessnas. The black cat and 13
were supposed to be symbols of logic and reason over supersistion. Inevitably
some airplanes flat out refused to be reasoned with and KLM had pawned two off
on America West. A senior mechanic handed her a clip board with the form on it
laying FAA designated air frame inspector rating on the line he was a much
older man who like her had grown to dislike the two drama queens....

he asked "would you put your ass on the bird tonight?"

she replied curtly "As a matter of fact I am going to be on the flight to
Honolulu tonight" she wrote a note on the clip board indicating she would ride
in the jump seat. According to the Boeing approved procedures the airplane was
ready for flight.

"Ride along?" he asked

"Honolulu personal business I am actually booked business class ever mix work
with play?" she replied. Riding jump seat was third best seat on an airplane
in the minds of many you got the view flight engineers did not. She left it at
that their would be a surprise if word got out what she was doing. She was one
of the best looking 35 year olds in Phoenix single and straight but nobody
knew it.

She got in her car drove to her executive suite on the airport property
showered and drank a cup of hot green tea seasoned with sugar and rum. She
told her secretary no calls technically I am off but. Her office had a large
couch. Her boss saw her come in noting she was on vacation....

she replied "I did not want to hassle with traffic and I catch a cab to the
terminal in six hours might as well crash out here since to calm nerves I will
be riding the jump seat tonight"

Mike smiled "trading 8 hours of rest on company property for 8 hours of work
on vacation fair enough." She could tell that despite the baggy warm ups she
was wearing her bosom was more visible and her legs were stretching the cotton
fabric of the bottoms.

She would not show the moron her ass. She knew he would like it. She been sent
by him on the fools errand to KLM to investigate the pair of 747s. On the trip
a tall Nordic blond with blue eyes had shown her the word dike referred to
several things in Holland. That got her wondering if she gave off the
impression of a bull dyke. During the flight a very good looking male flight
attendant had "spilled" water on a retired boxers trousers on the same trip.
Damn! She recalled I wanted coffee and him! The trip had two forms of
communication. Officially the pair were reliable work horses with over half
the their life done and KLM wanted the two an honorable retirement from
prestigious European service. She got a different story from a couple
mechanics. Both had been ferried to Amsterdam from Seattle by the Captain
responsible for the collision at Ten rife 747 operators knew of curse. KLM
wanted the cash which was a fair amount more than turning them into beer cans
and the asking price well she had gotten a pair of midlife 737-200s cheaper.
Tom had won the argument to the CEO and the board though she worked for him.
They could use the 757 for such a flight with reserves but it lacked the
"Glamor" of the jumbo jet.. The twin bitches performance had proved her to be
right. Tom had gotten her promoted since she was cross listed as both native
American and Mexican. In the end though she resented he took credit for most
her decisions.

With a doctors warning about high blood pressure and tensions she had taken up
boxing workout hiring an Apache trainer paying well to workout in a small home
gym in exchange she bank rolled Team Apache's longer trips. She wanted really
to throw punches at somebody but the gym was amateurs only and women were not
allowed to compete as amateurs. Humberto Lonetree had almost thrown away the
letter but half jokingly showed it to her.

Lisa Peltier had been blunt "If I can't get laid it would be nice to know
somebody is whacking off to my body!....and frankly I want to fight."

The previous six months she had lost 20 lbs and her blood pressure was back to
normal. The doctor said she was actually quite fit for an executive.

The couch was large enough for her to lay out on it and she closed the blinds
normally she enjoyed plane watching but sleep she needed physical rest. The
alcohol and green tea soon took their desired effect. She had her alarm set
just in case.

The cab already had her trainer in it and he was surprised she worked at the
airport. She had changed into business attire except for a pair of walking
shoes no hose on her legs. She simply had told him starting out training she
worked for America West. The gym was a place she did not talk about work. She
wore company ID. Her and her trainer also collected the boarding passes at the
counter the luggage had been shipped to Honolulu earlier. She noticed a taller
female volleyball behind her also with male escort two smaller women in front.
Well she thought that is the four of us from Phoenix! The ticket agent was
confused an employee checking in for a full business class fair flight.

She looked at the young female agent "Honey the reservation was booked by a
producer as an airline employee you have to learn when someone is offering the
boss money do not say no. Without the booking of the eight business class
tickets we would be losing money on this flight."

Her trainer looked surprised at the exchange and more surprised when the
flight crew greeted her.

She looked at the old Apache Male "Despite the seat assignment I will be in
the jump seat as good luck charm."

She knew more about the 747-200 than many have forgotten. She knew this one
like an annoying older sister. Officially was not crew on the flight
but.....she was considered the expert on the airplane and the dispatcher would
defer to her if anything happened. She did stop by and picked a couple large
rolls in the lounge along with a couple bottles of water as she rejoined the
flight crew.

Once the start up began for the big bird it was hard not get the feeling the
airplane knew she was being watched and wanted to give a good impression. By
the time the petite porter house had been served as the crossed the California
coast she realized that she caught her sister in her normal well behaved
moods. She walked back to cabin for a small nap she would be awaken during let
down and landing. Her trainer asked her "What do you do for America west?"

She replied "I signed a piece of paper saying the airplane we are in is indeed
airworthy this morning"

She slept soundly for three hours she knew the flight attendant who chuckled a
bit at the present situation the flight attendant had mentioned "medical staff
battle of Pearl Harbor"

Lisa walked the short distance and took the jump seat. The flight came in over
the water from her perch she could see the large container ship in the harbor
where she would be fighting.

The flight engineer asked "What will you be doing in Honolulu?"

Lisa replied "Getting things off my bucket list..." it was an honest answer
she had actually seen Ali fight live and remembered meeting Joe Louis.

It was a good thing she thought first and business class were first off the
airplane. She found the limo driver the gate area waiting. It was 11pm local
time. She had booked a room all to herself once she had gotten the
reservation. It was now time for real sleep. Her trainer called "We are red
corner we get a tour of their set up 11pm tomorrow get some rest I will have
you shadow box some tomorrow" She made note. He added your trunks are in the
suite they do not realize you booked another room.

She could not resist "Do I want to know?"

He replied "White mini skirt with bikini panties inside naughty nurse."

She laughed and fell asleep on the soft queen sized bed.

Breakfast her trainer gave her the information packet. She contacted the event
director and indicated it would be a bit embarrassing for the company she
worked for if she announced the name of the company.

The producer just laughed and said "just say you work as an aviation
executive."

The dressing rooms would be air conditioned they were actually fairly nice 14
RVs were parked on the deck above each girl was assigned one with their
trainer. All of them were hooked up to ships power. The women would ride
different deck elevators down to where the ring was set up and make their
entrance. Gravity was just starting to take a toll on her large C-cup breasts
but the camera man was quite obviously straight as he smiled interviewing her
in the red corner. Her opponent would fight out of black corner wear black
gloves and in the background a replica of Zero and Nazi fighter plainly
visible. Cute set up she thought.

Lisa had been to Hawaii many times and in regards to Honolulu it was been
there done that. She was really excited about the fight! Tomorrow was a blank
day then their would be the weigh in. America West had demanded she take a
vacation she took it. She found herself entertained by plane watching she had
packed a pair of binoculars and the angle on the hotel provided some rather
nice viewing of Honolulu Pacific cross-roads. Hell she thought she was now
thinking like Tom but she knew in regards to the business the MD-11, A330 and
A340 along the 747-400 as a front runner Honolulu as stopping point from USA
to Manilla, Sydney, Singapore, and Thailand would be gone. Tokyo, Beijing, and
Seoul were all non stops from the west coast.

Her trainer called her to his suite. He had sent a VCR he was friends with the
other girls trainer and the Volleyball player from Arizona state was her
opponent no doubt. So he got the gloves out and mitts showing her how to get
under the jab and do damage on the inside. She was surprised she managed to
work up a sweat through it all.

Lisa was in fact blown away by the weigh in. The venue was a fish place the
wood panel wall had a white coat of paint resembling a navy barracks. In the
background a Bob Wills album played along with Bing Crosby tunes. She been a
bit of tomboy and read "The Day of Infamy" in high school "San Antonio Rose"
for some reason in a night club that was battered that was the only song the
old timers would permit to be played on the jukebox after the attack. High
school had been in the early 70s. She had washed a couple airplanes to afford
to watch Ali Foreman on closed circuit in Seattle she got very good seats and
was one of the few women there. She met her opponent four inches taller than
her tall blond hair blue eyed small breasts firm obviously a heel Axis. The
two bare breasted women made eye contact as posed fists up. The two did not
say any words but were looking forward the challenge.

Lisa laughed at the Green Huey with the luxury interior the flight was under
five minutes. Kelly had taken the co pilots seat. It was almost a waste. Once
on the ship though things started getting much more serious. She quickly
removed her black leather skirt and Liz Claiborne blouse and pulled up her
trunks as brief as they were. She looked in the mirror firm round buns of
steel the white spandex contrasting with her darker skin. She still had a bit
of belly but her boobs drew the attention. She placed a towel over her hooters
to get her hands wrapped and the red Everlast gloves placed on them. The pace
was leisurely her fight was the second half of the card. She knew she had to
get under and she was actually looking forward to having a disadvantage though
he broader shoulders actually had reduced the reach advantage to a mere three
inches. Her trainer knew she knew a lot about boxing so their was little to
chat the two had the same fight plan in mind the question was executing it.

When she walked out the trailer to the ramp she smiled to herself feeling the
butterflies and nervousness in her belly she was officially a boxer now! It
was if anything warm in the ring her body glistened with sweat. She waited for
her Helen to enter the ring the leggy blond was to wear very small very tight
black spandex shorts. Lisa could tell the bad blood between Kelly and Angela
Helen and her both wanted to win but Lisa considered it a safe bet the fight
would provide hours of conversation between them after it!. Helen had just
enough boobage to merit male attention like Kelly.

The referee signaled the two women to the center of the ring. She had actually
seen him as a boxer in the ring he knocked out a guy then announced his
retirement. The instructions were simple obey his instructions protect
yourself at all times. The two touched gloves and smiled at each other. They
turned their backs as they headed for their corners.

Mouthpiece in gloves up she nodded at the referee Lisa wanted this show on the
road. Helen nodded Ding! She was surprised to see Helen Wright come out of her
corner so fast. Gloves up whap! She felt it a right jab from Helen hit her own
left glove protecting her face pushing the glove into her face. Whap again.
Helen had made her point scoring two quick jabs and was dancing away. Lisa
felt briefly humiliated her left cheek had felt the glove twice. Calm down
Lisa thought Helen had backed straight away so all Lisa had to do was step
forward. She did this time she parried the jab but Helen moved back. Lisa
realized Helen's own corner was getting closer. She saw a new pattern emerge.
Helen threw the jab again Lisa's guard caught it but as Helen backed away she
felt the black vinyl corner post. The moment of in decision on Helen's part
was all Lisa needed....whap her own left jab knuckles horizontal right into
the mouth of Helen. Helen's head went back and this time Helen side stepped
along the ropes. Ok Lisa thought two jabs to by gloves and I land the first
real head shot. The thought was brief ... .a black glove was coming fast. Wham
Lisa felt it right in her nose. Helen danced away. Where did this chick....she
felt blood on her nose. Lisa grinned Helen nodded then threw another jab. Lisa
saw this one and Helen had not gotten out of Lisa's own range. She parried it
with her left hand and with Helen's left breast momentarily unprotected the
straight right followed. Lisa felt the tit being crushed by her own gloved
fist. Black leather filled her right eye her head was knocked back. Shit!

Helen danced away with a grimace but Lisa knew Lisa had lost the whole
exchange two power shots to one. To make make matters worse Helen had side
stepped again now it was Lisa with her back to the ropes and the jab came out
again. Thwap right into her guard. Helen suddenly remembered to side step.
Lisa hoped she would forget soon! Her trainer called out "Forward body!" Lisa
ate two jabs coming forward one of them made it to her left eye. Dang! So this
is what Sonny Liston felt like when he fought Cassius Clay.

"Keep going forward" Lisa knew the advice was sound but then again her trainer
had not eaten those jabs.

She pressed realizing for the first time Helen was the official name of the
one of the twin 747s she hated. She had not let the bird beat her she was not
going to let Helen beat her. Helen flicked out another jab as her right hand
began to move Lisa lowered he head as she took a stutter step and torqued her
body to juice up the right hand that she fired SMACK! The punch left a nice
red mark on Helen's body just below the rib cage. Lisa felt her gloved left
hand hit the side of head. She was was not surprised or perturbed. Helen
wanted to win. As it did she extended flicking a jab doubling up Helen's tit
pain. Helen's right tit would hurt less but still it was a reminder. Lisa felt
her head get rocked back. Shit counter uppercut! Her world was rocked a bit.
Helen danced away breathing hard but smiling. Lisa let her go trying to figure
out what to do with this machine in front of her.

Lisa ignored the answer coming from her corner "Get on her she is tiring! Lisa
ignored it for about ten seconds. Those ten seconds had helped Helen recover.
Lisa came forward again double jab to her guard damn she thought her straight
right missed. Helen though went back Lisa came forward at the last possible
moment Helen stepped to Lisa's left Lisa narrowly avoided a well thrown
straight left. Between being a southpaw and the height Helen was a tough
customer. The two women circled each other. Lisa remembered cut off so as
Helen circled Lisa joined her Helen quickly took a step to Lisa's right a bit
surprised.

"That's it try to cut the ring!" Lisa heard the corner yell.

Helen threw another jab just trying to confuse Lisa it worked....somewhat Lisa
threw a counter that grazed Helen's ribs. Lisa had to parry a straight left as
she tried to work Helen into a corner. A tapping of a mallet ten seconds. Lisa
hoped Helen would come at her but no dice. The cat and mouse game continued
till the bell rang. Helen nodded Lisa knew the fight was going to Helen's
plan.

Lisa noticed a smile from the time keepers....then again she would have
enjoyed this round if two men were going at it like this. Heck she enjoyed
fighting but was upset knowing she lost it.

"Try and tire her out she is fast with the jab try and cut the ring" her
trainer told her. Nothing more was needed to be said Lisa took a swallow of
water after two rinses. She knew to breath deep and try to get more wind to
run down the taller Helen. Seconds out....Lisa felt her mouthpiece go in.
Ding!

This time Helen did not speed her way to the center of the ring. The blessing
was a mixed one. Helen was waiting with a double jab. Lisa parried the second
one and two women traded power shots. Lisa's shot landed squarely on Helen's
left breast. Helen's left fist landed flush on Lisa's right cheek. Lisa
narrowly avoided a follow up right hook from Helen. Helen was smart enough to
dance away. Lisa came at Helen who took a couple steps back the chess match
around the ring had started anew.

Lisa saw Helen's right hand move. Lisa was unaware Helen was trying to bait
her into trying to parry it. Lisa took the bait. Wham Lisa felt it right on
the nose she wanted to cry but in doing so Helen had closed the distance
despite the pain Lisa fired her own straight right flush the belly button of
Helen getting a pleasant sounding grunt but the cost was Lisa a right jab to
her forehead.

Helen danced away with a smile on her face. Lisa was not amused. Lisa knew she
had to get in and under Helen's belly or lose the fight. Helen came firing a
lighting fast one two. Lisa having been faked once did not initiate a parry
though both shots missed Lisa was forced into a course of action. The whole
sequence had taken three seconds from time the dancing paused the combination
and the dancing again. It was skirmish in round two Lisa lost. Lisa realized
she could only lose so many before either her round firm ass was on the canvas
or the judges would give the decision to Helen. Lisa then made up her mind
forward. It was a dance with few punches being thrown. Lisa was just fast
enough to get out of the way of some her gloves caught others instead of her
face. She noticed Helen was rambling to get out range Helen was moving a whole
lot more than Lisa was....round two took on a slower pace for a few seconds.

Right when Lisa was getting confident boom a jab flush on her nose more blood.
She missed her counter shot. With ten seconds she almost got Helen in a corner
but the bell ended it before....she could do damage. Helen remarked "Good
round!"

Lisa replied "Mutual"

Her trainer was blunt... "She is tiring the body work you are doing is slowing
her down faster than the bloody nose she gave you....win next two rounds or
put down once you got this fight"

Lisa found the phrasing a funny way to describe her situation. She was content
to let the nose bleed as she got air into her lungs.

"Go after her next round from the bell on!"

The conference was short and sweet if only this man worked for her company!

Seconds out round three.....

Round three started slowly Lisa got the first shot in though. She was now
forcing Helen back and getting Helen on the ropes. Helen's jab was coming out
a whole lot less often but the catch was Lisa was tiring herself and what
punches she did land had a little less steam to on them. Lisa's face continued
to redden but with each punch she landed she saw Helen's belly get red even on
the partial deflection. A Grunt here a grunt there. Then again Helen's punches
where losing their mustard. Helen must have studied Floyd Patterson small
stuff Lisa noticed making her punches miss just enough. Then again she had
watched Floyd Patterson. Lisa focused on the body and she could feel the
momentum shift. Near the ten second mark left Helen made a small mistake two
steps back and her guard was down. The round ended with left hook from Lisa
getting all kinds of blood going from Helen's nose.

Lisa was very unpleasantly surprised when Helen Wright bounded across the ring
start of Round four. Lisa's own legs were burning. She was more surprised when
the southpaw right jab landed flush on her nose. Her counter right hand to
belly of Helen stopped the rally it seemed though Lisa narrowly avoided a nice
uppercut in response. Helen obviously knew she would have to win this round to
win the fight. Helen much to Lisa's unpleasant surprise could throw from
either hand a decent hook and a decent uppercut. All the small pivots of her
trunk were making Lisa's abs burn. The two exchanged punches with Helen's back
to the ropes. The long legs putting that elongated but firm ass of Helen on
the ropes. Lisa made sure she grunted. Helen for the first time held after a
body shot landed that had been thrown by Lisa.

Twice more Lisa had gotten Helen into a corner only to have the taller girl
hold and hold tight. The referee separated them twice. The first time Lisa had
avoided the killer one two Helen tried to impose. The second time things were
were different Helen changed things up a double jab broke her rhythm leaving
her open for a dozy of a left hook as Lisa closed. On instinct alone she dug a
right uppercut shoving the air out of Helen's lungs. Helen went forward on her
knees grimacing.

Helen found the neutral corner as the ref counted 3...ding ding ding....the
fight had ended. Helen Wright was standing up now stuck her tongue out at Lisa
in a joking manner.

Lisa came forward and embraced "Hell of a fight she said almost made me look
like frumpy old woman!"

Helen replied "Never thought an executive would put me on my ass!"

Lisa was surprised at the comment but got an explanation

"Mike is my jack ass half brother named the plane after me to try and make up
make up"

The two women gloves on were now standing shoulder to shoulder "Lets give the
boys a view tit double tit jiggle time outboard first on two Lisa said." Helen
laughed though it hurt they flexed the pecs twice on each side getting their
breasts to jiggle more applause then they went to their corners to get the
gloves off. The two women were called to center of the ring.

Helen whispered in Lisa's ear "Five bucks says won it by a point all three
cards"

Lisa hoped she was right. The ring announcer made it official three score
cards 38-37 she is an aviation industry executive. "Lisa Peltier!"

The referee remarked "Great fight ladies I have seen many a male bout less
skilled"

Lisa told the ref "Javier the shark Rodriguez will you autograph my ring robe"

He chuckled a bit "Sure!"

Their was a brief interview Lisa signaled Helen over.

The ring announcer remarked "The last fight we saw some bad blood you two went
after it like two wild cats but now"

Lisa replied "Its hard to describe the thrill in the ring Helen had me scared
the whole fight wondering what I got into I was surprised when I dumped her on
the canvas wow!"

The ring announcer remarked "You two looked skilled....you watch a lot of
boxing?"

"Patterson v Clay classic I got it on tape watch it a few times....Sugar Ray
Robinson was also tough watched all the old fights with my grand dad I saw
Javier the shark's last fight as a boxer....he is a great referee!" Lisa
remarked.

The announcer said "Close decision Helen do you agree with it?"

Helen remarked "Last round was 10-8 all cards I am not surprised round three
was 10-9 I hate to admit but a 10-8 and 10-9 beat a pair of 10-9s if I had
gotten her down round 1 or 2 different discussion."

"Rematch?" The ring announcer asked

"No but we will gladly take on the next pair of fighters came the reply"

"Any plans....?"

"Find two studs who will buy us drinks as we discuss the fight in detail with
each other"

One last time lets let the camera slowly take in these two knockouts. The
camera zoomed in on their bodies the girls jiggled their tits and left the
ring.

Lisa's trainer smiled as he put her robe on in the dressing room she would
read the back. He remarked "You know your boxing"