Goal! Paloma scores again, as told by Paloma Parra, Spanish 1997 bodybuilding champion, written by Alegria translated from Spanish into English by Raf. Hello, my friends. Did you enjoy “Paloma the Biker”? Well, as you may know, I usually play football in a female team of a Madrid sports club… Last year, the girls were playing really tough and saw clearly a player of the opposite team shoving one of my team mates on purpose. Only the referee did not see it, and my pal fell hard onto the lawn. Several minutes after this, when the game allowed us to come together, I rebuked the aggressor for her action. Without stopping the game, she told me: «If you have guts, we can sort this out in the dressing room.» I felt the challenge, and that is an insult to any woman. For the rest of the game we were both trying to push, shove and kick each other on the cover side of the referee. When the game was over, all of us players went to the dressing room. Those who were unaware of it were already stripped for the showers when my challenger came close to me, and said: «Beg me to forgive right now or I will make you eat your teeth…» The two team captains had seen what happened between us on the football field and ordered the other girls not to interfere. It was not the first time that after a women’s match two women chose to sort out their differences in the intimacy of that same dressing room. The attitude of their colleagues was always the same, not interfering with them while they brought each other to account for their previous actions…My adversary was a redhead so athletic as I am. The cards were on the table, and dozens of eyes were riveted on us. My blood was boiling, and I hit her cheek with my naked fist. My blow sent the redhead tumbling against her team girls. I told her then: «I don’t know what equipment you’re going to use for it, but I would like to see you try!…» My adversary reacted instantaneously, and we started a naked fist fight in the good style of any street duel. We were both sportswomen and very much female, and in our world no other way of fighting would be admissible. I remember that the girls of both teams to see us better emptied the room of all its equipment in a moment, then made a circle around us. The heat was terrible, and we were both still in our football uniforms, as well as the other 22 women who were inciting us to fight. That was reason enough for us to set for nothing else but unquestionable victory. I like boxing, I do it very well, and I had not been defeated yet. But to my surprise that redhead knew enough to take me on. The fight went on in a fast rhythm of waist faints and punches landing with varying degree of results. Once, I was able to take her back to the wall and then I landed heavily with my naked fists leaving their marks on her cheeks and on her body. The redhead was accusing the pain induced by my body shots and defended herself with dangerous knee blows to my lower belly. She even managed to place one such knee blow to my crotch but I was lucky defending it so it did not cause much damage. Adding drama to the scene both team captains shouted that the combat would not be stopped until one of us was knocked out. Hearing this, my opponent said: «Prepare yourself to sleep like a baby.» It was when my right and then my left penetrated her defence, and she took two hard punches to her head. The redhead was really tough. She just stepped back a few paces and then came again to the fray with all her might. The clash was terrific. Our fists hit everything that was open for them, as we stood foot to foot. My face started bleeding from a head-butt. I did not lose my composure I put my gym training to practice, so that I was able to place my shots in chosen targets, yet I was not able to down her. She was just taking her first “education classes” step by step. Trying to get out of her predicament, my adversary ripped my shirt off, and I wished to copy her, destroying hers. Therefore the fight went on topless, inducing loud shouting from the girl spectators. Instead of feeling shy, I loved to go on battling in that manner so gratifying in a “woman to woman” set-to. In the next exchange of blows I was the luckiest, and my foe bites the dust on her knees, holding her face with both hands. Sportily I stepped back and invited her to stand up. The redhead was very hurt, but she was very courageous. She spit some blood and stood up with manifest pain. She was not co-ordinating her movements so well and I only needed one more punch to down her again. The girls of her own team were shouting for her to get up but my adversary was KO, one cheek against the marble floor; she stood like that a long time, until the others helped her up. My team captain picked my right arm up signalling my triumph and I was congratulated by my colleagues. It had been a fair fight with an honourable ending for both principals. I confess I was feeling then all the pain you may imagine a woman feels in her female anatomy after such naked fist fights. I was worried when I looked me again in a mirror but the defeated girl was much worse and they had to take her to the infirmary. The other team captain was astonished for it was the first time her pal had lost a fight. I felt the other women’s admiration for me and my self-esteem and female pride went to a peak. I never saw that adversary again, but I am certain that after she met me, she learned better manners. And no one has beaten me yet! It is with great pleasure that I see that many women are visiting this Homepage, and some accept to tell here their own experiences. That is highly positive to prove that we have the same rights the men do, and that we are not less feminine for that. I invite all of you, males or females, to write to me and present your opinions. >From Madrid, kisses from Paloma Parra. (The Homepage referred to in this narrative is GERARDESCA A GLADIATRIZ, mainly in Brazilian Portuguese and Spanish, at web site --- http://www.geocities.com/Colosseum/Field/1473 --- and Paloma’s e-mail is --- Paloma Parra ) © Raf 1998