Regina Grants Jim's Wish
By K. Fab
Regina softens Jim then Dolly plays with her helpless man.

	Regina is a professional manbeater. Men pay her to fight 
them in private matches. She's very successful. Her clients 
pay thousands of dollars for the beating they always receive 
from the blonde. At 5'10", 175 lbs she's not huge; neither 
does she appear particularly muscular. Regina is a superb 
wrestler, a confident, focused, determined competitor and 
she's in Olympic fitness condition. But the true reason she 
wins all her fights, the reason no man has beaten her in a 
paid fight, is because she has more than ten years wrestling 
experience almost entirely against men. She has a unique 
understanding of how men think and what these particular men 
want from a woman. And of course, because the men who pay to 
fight her aren't really interested in beating her.
	I'm Michael. I photograph all of Regina's matches. Part 
of the package of fighting Regina is a photographic record of 
the fight. More than a photographer, I brought Regina into the 
world of professional manbeating. I schedule her fights, 
arrange her fee (which we split), travel with her, advise her 
on tactics and protect her from all the mundane details her 
work demands. How I got to do all this is another story. 
We're business partners and best friends but we've never been 
lovers. Regina has another life and another name when she's 
not beating men. She uses Regina professionally because it 
means `A ruling woman' and that's what she does, rules men 
physically.
	We arrived in Atlanta Friday night where Regina was to 
fight Jim on Saturday morning. Jim, a wealthy guy in his 
thirty's, is a regular customer; Regina beat him three times 
in the last two years. Jim came to our hotel room to go over 
rules for the fight and, mainly, to pay his fee up-front. Jim 
wanted to suffer a submission in one fall and for Regina to 
finish the fight by knocking him out. When we concluded our 
business Regina joined us.
	Regina greeted Jim with a kiss on his cheek, her long 
blonde hair brushed his face. "How you doing, Jim? You're 
looking great."
	"I'm OK, Regina," Jim said, he seemed very nervous. 
"I've got a special request I want to talk to you about. Well, 
see I got this girl, Dolly, it's like she's the type I always 
wanted, you know, kinda' big and really 
pretty with a nice, nice figure. She's a little taller than 
you and she's a lot heavier, but nice-heavy, not too fat." Jim 
shuffled his feet. "I want her to, you-know, wrestle with me.  
But I can't get her interested in doin' it. I hinted at it and 
I showed her pictures of you and me wrestlin' but she wouldn't 
look at `em, just pushed 'em away. I even flat-out asked her 
like in a kidding way to tussle with me and she ignored that, 
too."
	"So," Jim said, "I thought if she watched you and me 
wrestle she'd see how it went and maybe be interested, or 
anyway she'd be willing, to try it with me. You think that'll 
work?"
	"Jim, you have to consider there's a good chance seeing 
Regina work you over will turn her off completely to 
wrestling. Are you willing to chance that?" I asked.
	"I ain't got nothin' goin' with her anyways."
	Regina touched Jim's shoulder, "Jim, I'm on your side. 
If we do it right, she may get interested." She glanced at me. 
She knew I was thinking we'd lose a Reginauable customer if 
Jim had his own in-house wrestler. "But I want to keep coming 
down here to see you. You're my favorite guy to play with. I 
always get a good workout beating you." Reginal moved closer 
to Jim. "So, if we do get your girlfriend to wrestle you, 
you're still going to let me come down here and work on you 
regularly, too. Right?"
	"Yeah. I'm gonna keep tryin' `till I beat you, Regina."
	"In your dreams, Jim." Regina smiled, "When she sees 
what I do to you she might want to get in on the fun!"
	"I want her to think it's sexy," Jim said, "'cause it is 
to me."
	Saturday morning Jim took us to his garage gym. The 
floor was well padded white canvas. Around the walls similar 
mats six feet high protected anyone thrown against them. There 
were two dressing rooms
	As Regina dressed for the fight we agreed that she'd 
talk to Jim's girl, make it clear what Jim wanted and explain 
how it worked. If the girl didn't understand, or thought it 
was too weird, it would just be Jim's loss. 
	When Regina came out wearing her favorite white fighting 
bikini. I knew Jim was going to get both barrels. Regina was 
going to give him a violent working over to impress Dolly.
	"Don't get so brutal that you terrorize the poor girl, 
Regina." I said.
	"Come on, Mike. Jim's paid for a submission and a 
knockout finish. He's big and he's not easy to knockout. I've 
got to work him over fast, I have to be vicious, tire him and 
sap his strength so I can finish him off. I can't be subtle. 
She's going to be scared in any case. Either she understands 
that he's enjoying playing out his fantasy or she doesn't. 
After the match, if she still doesn't understand, I'll tell 
her in plain English what Jim wants and how it works,"
	Dolly was a perfect choice for Jim. He wanted a woman 
big enough to handle him wrestling and Dolly was a large, big-
haired blonde woman. At least six feet, she weighed at least 
200 solid pounds. I could see why she got the nickname, Dolly. 
Her large breasts weren't good for wrestling but they were 
good for what Jim wanted after the fight. She wore a tight red 
sweater and black jeans.
	Dolly's eyes widened when she saw Regina in her low cut 
white fighting bikini and white wrestling boots. Regina's 
muscles don't bulge but they're well defined and perfectly 
buffed. Her dark tan emphasizes her muscles. Her stomach is as 
flat and hard as a board. Her breasts, not overly large, are 
firm and ride high on her deep chest over her thick pectorals.
	"Hi, Dolly," Regina smiled "Jim told us about you. He's 
right. You are a lovely girl." They shook hands. "You're going 
to watch our friendly little wrestling match?
	"Uh-huh." Was all Dolly could say.
	Jim came out of his dressing room in black trunks. He's 
about six feet and 200 fairly trim pounds. His medium brown 
hair cut short wasn't hot but Jim was sweating. Most men get 
sweaty when they see Regina and know she's going to wrestle 
them.
	Jim went to the far corner of the mat saying nothing to 
us.
	Dolly found her voice and said, "Jim told me about you 
and what you're going to do. You won't hurt him will you?"
	Regina smiled, "Oh, yes, I'm going to hurt him . . . I'm 
going to hurt him a lot! I'm going to knock him out. I'm going 
to hurt him and I'm going to love it .  .  . and he's going to 
love it, too!"
	Dolly was shocked.
	"If you mean am I going to injure him. No, I'm not going 
to purposely injure him."
	I called the two fighters to the center of the mat, went 
over the rules again, wrestling only, no punching, kicking, 
gouging or biting. Knockout only by choking with scissors or 
arm throttle; sleeper holds and smothering are OK. Just do 
nothing to leave a bruise or mark on the face. The fight ends 
only when the fighter scoring the most knockouts and 
submissions decides to end it. (Since Jim paid for a 
submission and a knockout, Regina would call it finished when 
she fulfilled that contract.)
	"I've got something new I'm going to use on you today, 
Jim." Regina smiled and put an arm around Jim's waist. "I call 
it `my Violin'. I'm going to stretch you across my knee and 
pluck your belly ." She playfully grabbed at his stomach. 
"You'll screech like an out of tune violin! It's delightfully 
painful! Other men gave up too soon for me to give it a real 
try. I know you'll give it a good test."
	Jim didn't respond to Regina's humor. "You'll be 
surprised when it's you that ends up beaten!" Jim liked to 
play the role of an actual competitor even though he knew he 
was in for the beating he paid for.
	Regina continued to smile. "Great attitude, Jim! 
Unrealistic, but great."
	As all men fighting  women do, Jim hesitated to close 
with Regina at the start of the fall. Regina seized the 
moment, threw Jim over her head with a simple monkey flip. She 
allowed him to get almost to his feet, then threw him again 
with a flying mare. He started up again and she took his chin 
and hip-rolled him back to the mat. Regina kept the man 
flipping and spinning until she was satisfied that he was 
disoriented.
	Jim was trying standing up and face Regina. "Here I am, 
Jim, over here!" He turned the wrong way. Regina quickly got 
Jim in a side headlock, she twisted it, kinked his neck, 
pressured the hold, and forced him to the mat. She flopped her 
body so her weight was on his chest as well as on his neck. 
Jim scramble to get free was exactly what Regina wanted. His 
ineffective efforts sapped his strength. Regina tightened her 
hold and held it while Jim squirmed and bucked, he was 
sweating gallons, his eyes showed his pain. Retaining her 
headlock with one arm, she pushed his chin and forced his head 
back. The increased pain made Jim struggle harder to get free.
	"You've had it, Jim," Regina said, "You can't get free!"
	Jim was caught by her ploy. Regina wanted him to wear 
himself out working against her secure hold. Her weight on him 
doubled his expended energy. She rested while he tired 
himself.
	She worked her forearm higher under Jim's nose, pushed 
sharply up. That had the effect of a short punch to the nose. 
Regina smacked his nose four more times. Tears in Jim's eyes 
showed the pain he was feeling.
	Maintaining control of Jim's head, Regina moved her body 
away from him so that she was seated back of him. She wrapped 
her legs around his waist, lay back out of his struggling 
backward reach, and squeezed hard enough that he gasp from the 
pressure. Finding he couldn't reach her behind him, Jim tried 
to pry her legs apart, exactly what Regina wanted him to do. 
His body bent forward with his effort, Regina fenced with her 
left arm against Jim's right arm until she finally got her arm 
in front of his right shoulder, his arm was now behind her, 
vital for her to get the hold see sought. She then snaked her 
left arm across his right cheek, her elbow bent at the left 
side of his neck and under his chin. Regina had Jim's chin 
back of her arm, she yanked back as hard as she could. His 
body went almost horizontal, his neck bent back, his eyes 
closed, his hips held tightly between Regina's legs, he was 
stretched in across her body. His struggles only increased his 
predicament; Regina improved her hold by bending his back 
across her left thigh now pushing at the small of his back'
	Regina had Jim in her new submission hold. She looked up 
at me, "It works," she grinned. "Get some shots of his face 
while I work the hold. Be sure to his expression just when he 
gives up!"
	As she does with all her submission holds, Regina 
applied slowly increasing pressure that allows the trapped man 
to feel the full extent of her strength and her complete 
control of him.
	Tears of pain and frustration flowed from Jim's eyes, he 
couldn't get enough air through his backward bent neck, 
Regina's arms pumped up fully, muscles clearly growing larger, 
Jim's back bent sharply across Regina's leg, his muscular  
stomach stretched like strings on a violin, Regina slipped her 
legs down his body so that her booted feet locked neatly on 
his inner thighs.
	I moved in for a close-up of Jim's surrender. His 
sweating face was brilliant red with his struggle, his head 
forced back into the mat, his teeth clenched,  his eyes closed 
tightly, spittle foamed from his grimacing mouth.  His groan-
like gasps told me he was close to surrendering.
	"Can you handle some more, Jim?" Regina asked, "Or do 
you want to give up?"
Nothing from Jim.
	Regina gave him another shot of power. His body jerked 
in her torturing hold.
Regina asked him twice more. He didn't answer or couldn't 
answer. She strained his body more each time he refused to 
concede. I'll never understand why men trapped in one of 
Regina's painful submission holds refuse to submit 
immediately. It must be clear to them that she has them 
completely in her power.
	"OK, Jim," Regina said after his third refusal. She put 
her right hand on his belly. "Let's try a little violin 
plucking!"
	Regina reached in the top of Jim's trunks, grasp the 
flesh and muscles just above his groin and squeezed. Jim would 
have screamed if he could have, but he managed only a gurgled 
grunt of pain. Regina dug deeper through the flesh into the 
muscles in his belly and twisted.
	Jim fought madly to get free but Regina held tight. The 
pictures I got were of a man demented, crazed and slobbering, 
his eyes now wide open, the picture of pain personified. 
	Something near words came from Jim between his grunts 
and gasps. Regina grinned at Dolly. "I think he said `uncle' 
don't you, Dolly? Anyway, I'll accept that as submission."
Regina let go her hold, kicked Jim out of her way, stood up 
looked down at her gasping victim. She posed for a triumphant 
shot standing smiling over the beaten man.
	Regina saw Dolly's shocked stare. "He'll be OK in a 
couple of minutes, Dolly. Don't worry, I didn't injure him."
	Jim sat up massaged his neck with one hand, his belly 
with the other.
"Tell Dolly you're OK, Jim," Regina said, "and tell her how 
much you enjoyed your beating."
	Jim wiped his face and started to stand up, "It's OK 
Dolly. I'll get her this time." He fell backwards and tried 
again to get up. Dolly gave Jim a hand.
"I don't think so, honey. That little girl is gonna wallop you 
some more. I feel bad for you getting' the shit beat outa' 
you, but I do like to watch her do it!"
	I reminded the two fighters that the next fall was to a 
knockout. I asked Jim if he was sure that's what he wanted.
	"Yeah," Jim answered, "That's what I want."
	Regina spoke softly. "You don't need show off for Dolly, 
Jim. You did really well holding out so long in that fall. Not 
many men can take it like you do. Let's make this last fall 
just a pin. You're too far gone to take a knockout."
	Jim was agitated. "Goddamn it, Regina. I know what I 
want! I've always taken everything you throw at me, haven't I? 
And don't hold back nothin", give me everything you got! I'm 
here to beat or be beaten That's what I paid for!"
	Regina, give Jim a pat on his back, smiled and said, 
"Spoken like a true man! Brave, manly and utterly stupid!" She 
looked him in the eyes, "OK. Jim, you're going to get 
everything you paid for!"
	I told Regina that Jim had asked for lots of photos at 
the end of the fight. Most of our clients want pictures of 
Regina demonstrating how completely she beat them. Jim wanted 
photos of her standing victoriously over his unconscious body, 
pictures of him unconscious under her control; pictures of 
Regina humiliating him by displaying how helpless he was.
"For me to get all those shots he's got to be unconscious five 
or six minutes" I said.
	"The greater his pain, the longer he sleeps." Regina 
said. She believes that the more intensely she beats a man, 
the greater his pain and the longer she prolongs hurting a man 
before she knocks him out, the longer it will be before he 
wakes up. "It's like his body doesn't want to wake-up and face 
that pain again," she says. Many times she's laid a man out 
for fifteen minutes or more.
	"He's in pretty bad shape, Regina," I said, "Can he take 
any more?"
	"Jim? Sure he can. I'll wrap him up in a reverse figure 
4 scissors and I'll make sure he feels every bit of it before 
I put him out. Don't worry, he'll sleep a long time when I 
finish him off."
	Regina didn't delay when I started the second fall. She 
swept Jim's feet from under him and quickly had his neck 
secured between her thighs. Despite Jim's clawing at her legs, 
Regina pulled his neck flush against her crotch and squeezed. 
Jim's eyes half shut, he looked as though he was either 
enjoying his position or that he was resigned to his fate. He 
thought he knew what was coming since twice previously Regina 
used her thighs to put him to sleep. He had no clue that he 
was due for greater pain then ever before.
	Victims' of Regina's reverse figure 4 scissors told me 
that it was the most painful, mind torturing hold because 
they're smothered at the same time their head is crunched by 
her thighs and their neck is painfully bent. They said they 
were ready to submit as soon as Regina locked the hold on them 
but they were unable to say anything.
	"You're not getting to sleep so soon today, Jim." Regina 
began working Jim into her deadly figure-4 choking leg 
scissors  "You do want to get everything you paid for!"
	The back of Jim's neck against Regina's crotch, the 
front of his neck caught back of Regina's bent left knee that 
was also on his face over his mouth, forced his chin back. 
Regina's left foot locked under her right extended leg. The 
figure-4 was set.
	Regina pressured her hold to cut off Jim's breathing, 
not at his neck, but across his mouth and under his nose. His 
jaw was forced tightly shut, very little air was flowing into 
his nose. There was tremendous pressure on his head from the 
power of Regina's thighs. Regina's legs turned to steel, 
muscles unseen before now popped into prominenceJim head 
seemed to crunch between her deadly thighs. Jim squirmed and 
twisted, he grabbed at Regina's legs.
Regina slowly, steadily, increased her pressure. Jim's 
movements almost stopped, Regina loosened her hold long enough 
for Jim to get a gasp of air, then she snapped her legs shut 
around his head and squeezed harder. She was keeping Jim at 
the point of optimum pain until he almost passed out, then 
she'd let him revive a bit, then she force him back into deep 
pain again. Every time Regina let him get a breath Jim looked 
like a drowning swimmer. He gasp and struggled like a fish out 
of water. It was cruel, brutal, but Regina was fulfilling 
Jim's request. "The greater his pain, the longer he sleeps." 
Three times she brought him back from the edge of 
unconsciousness and awarded him maximum pain. Finally Regina 
mercifully let Jim escape to dreamland.
Regina gave Jim a final shot of power that made his 
unconscious body flop. She got up, kicked Jim's legs apart, 
placing him in the classic spread eagle position as she does 
all her victims, straddled his body and posed . both hand s on 
her hips, her legs wide apart, grinning at her handiwork. She 
put a booted foot on his chest, raised her arm in a victorious 
pose and smiled at my camera. Then she sat on Jim's chest, 
smiled and flexed her biceps for the camera. Jim slept 
peacefully.
Regina knelt down, pulled the unconscious man's limp body up 
against her bent knee, yanked his head up by his hair and 
showed his unconscious face, mouth agape, eyes closed, to the 
camera while she looked down at him with distain.
	"My gosh! I wouldn't of believed it!" Dolly was excited. 
"Can I get a picture like that with him?"
"Come on over, Dolly."
She copied Regina's standing pose. Then she straddled Jim's 
body, looked down at him and giggled, "Well I never . . ."
Dolly stripped off her sweater and jeans. Her black lace 
panties and bra contrasted with her startling white skin. 
Dolly sat on Jim's chest, put a hand on his cheek. "He's 
sleeping like a baby, , ,"
Regina laughed, "Yeah, he's out. He's helpless, Dolly. You can 
do anything you want with him."
"I like that," Dolly continued to stare at Jim's unconscious 
face, "I never had a man exactly where I wanted him." 
I was afraid if Jim woke up, he'd strike out at Dolly. "Get 
away from him, Dolly. He might wake up," I said.
"Knock him out again! I want more pictures," Dolly cried.
"You can do it yourself!" Regina said. "You can knock him out, 
come on I'll show you how."
"No, I couldn't do it. He's too strong."
"He's just a man. You can do it; come on."
"I don't want to hurt him. You do it."
"It's OK to hurt men. They like it. The more you hurt him the 
better. Just don't INJURE him. Come on before he comes to. Get 
down here."
Regina sat Jim's still limp body up. She got Dolly in position 
back of him, her arms in a choking throttling hold on the 
unconscious man. "Get your arms around his neck." Regina 
yanked Jim's chin up to improve Dolly's hold. He stirred a 
bit. "Get your legs around him so he can't squirm away.
"He's coming to. Don't worry he can't do anything yet. Anyway, 
it's more fun if you let him come out of it enough so he can 
feel what you're doing to him. Loosen your hold until he knows 
what's happening." Jim's eyes opened, he groaned
 Regina got on the mat in front of Jim. "You know who's got 
you, Jim? Dolly! Dolly's beating you!" Jim's surprised eyes 
opened wide, he tried to turn and see who had him,
"I got 'ya, honey! I'm getting' in on the fun!" Dolly yelled 
with a giggle.
"OK, Dolly, squeeze as hard as you can! 
Jim was too weak to do much but gasp.
Dolly really squeezed Jim's neck. She growled with her effort, 
her teeth clinched, a grimace distorted her face.  Jim's mouth 
opened, he tried to suck some in air but Dolly was holding 
tight.
"Keep it up, Dolly, HARDER! HARDER!" Regina yelled. 
In a couple of minutes Jim stopped gagging, he stopped moving. 
Regina lifted his arm and it dropped as though lifeless. "He's 
out Dolly. You did it! You knocked a man out!"
"Yeah, yeah," Dolly was all smiles, "I did!" She continued the 
pressure on the hold.
"You can drop him now, Dolly. He's out."
"Oh, I like this, I like this," Dolly gave a shot of strength 
into the hold, then  stood up. Jim dropped back, his head hit 
the mat with a thud.
"Get some more pictures!" Dolly stood astride Jim's 
unconscious body, smiled broadly she looked down at Jim, 
raised her arm and giggled as she posed for my camera.
	"Good going Dolly, see what you can do?" Regina asked.
	"Yeah," Dolly knelt on the mat beside Jim, pulled his 
head up by his hair and turned his unconscious face to the 
camera. "Get this one!" She smiled. "Get a shot of me sitting 
on his chest! Now one of me on his face!
	"Enough, Dolly. You've played with him enough for one 
session." Regina laughed.
	"Yeah, OK, but I'm gonna whup him myself so I can mess 
with him on my own! You walloped him good but you let him get 
away too easy! "
	Regina pulled Dolly away from Jim's crumpled body. 
"Jim's tough. It takes a hard beating to satisfy him, but he's 
not the type to be crawling no matter what you do to him."
	"I ain't never gonna be afraid of no man again!" Dolly 
said. "Poor Jim," laughed Dolly, "You played his belly like a 
guitar! He yelped but he couldn't make a sound!"
	"Too bad you couldn't see his face when I told him it 
was you beating him" Regina laughed.
	"I got excited when you had him beat down and he was 
whimpering like you was his mama that gave him a spanking. It 
was funny seeing a big man cry. It was pitiful, but it was 
funny, too!""
	"Yeah, I don't mind when a man whimpers a little, but I 
hate it when a man bawls and pleads like a baby." Regina said. 
"That makes me want to hurt him more!"
	"Boy, I thunk of some good stuff to do to him! Let me 
have him for a half-hour!" Dolly was giggling as she looked 
down at her beaten boyfriend.
	It was a bazaar scene. Two partially clad women standing 
over the man they had just beaten and humiliated, laughing at 
his suffering.
"I'm going to shower and change now" Regina said. "Stay with 
Jim and see that he's OK."
By the time I picked up my photo gear, Jim was sitting up. 
Dolly was on the mat beside him.
"You did fine, honey. You were a real man. You stood up to us 
as girls for as long as you could. I was proud of you. Regina 
did a real tough number on you, she beat the crap outa' you, 
hurt you bad. She just let me put the finishing touch on you. 
I loved feelin' you in my arms and between my legs." Dolly 
kissed Jim on his forehead. "You know, you look so cute all 
knocked-out and helpless. I just wanted to pick you up and 
cuddle you like a spanked little boy. We're gonna do this a 
lot, now that I know what you like and how to do it."
The four of us were to have dinner with Jim and talk about the 
fight. Regina and I had to wait  over an hour for Jim to 
recover.
"That was fun," Jim said, "at least what I 'member of it, 
After the first few minutes I was like, dazed. I only 'member 
flashes of you tossin' me around, smashin' me down, chokin' 
me, Regina. I remember your legs like iron nut-crackers on my 
face. My head feels like a herd o' cattle stampeded on it and 
my neck hurts like I got hung for a million days. You did 
good, girl! I bet we got a lota' super pictures of us! I can't 
wait to see 'em!""
He put an arm around Dolly. "And you! Man you're tough! 
Squeezin' the crap outa me, that was somethin'!"
Dolly giggled, she actually blushed. "Yeah, wait 'til you see 
the picture of  what I did to you after I knocked ya; out!"
"Dolly's quite a fighter and she's strong," said Regina, "but 
the best thing is, she enjoys beating you. A little more 
experience and she'll beat you like a bongo."
Jim kissed Dolly's cheek, "I hope so!. More than that, I want 
you to train her to do just that, Regina." 
"I don't understand, Jim. Why do you like women to beat you 
up? It looked to me like you could fight Regina pretty good, 
but she was hurting you real bad and you couldn't do anything 
about it. How come?" Dolly asked.
"Well, how come you jumped on me so quick? You sure liked 
knockin' me around.' Jim said.
"I don't know why, but yeah, I liked hurting you. I got such a 
kick seein' you beat helpless. I liked to hear you whimpering 
like a whipped puppy when Regina smacked you around. I can't 
wait to do that to you myself! But it don't make no sense to 
me." Dolly said. "What is it you want from getting' beatup by 
a woman?"
	"What I want is for a normal woman . . . not a man-like 
woman with muscles in her shit . . . to tussle with me. I dig 
the closeness of it, the intimacy. It's thrilling if she's the 
aggressor. I want her to like, handle me, to make me yell 
'uncle' 'cause she's hurtin; me. More than that, I want her 
make me feel powerless. I love it when she makes me afraid, 
really afraid, of her - like Regina does. She needs to be 
like, brutal, when we fight, but a real lady other times. 
Than, after she's whipped me good ... made me give up, knocked 
me goofy ... and I'm completely helpless . . . then, in my 
dreams, anyway . . . she has her way with me, attacks me 
softly. lovingly with her demands for sex. That's what I 
want."
	"Sounds like rape in reverse!" Dolly exclaimed.
	Jim looked at Regina. "That's what Regina does to me, 
except for the sex part."
	"That's where I come in?" asked Dolly.
	"Well, yeah, that's what I was hoping." Jim said.
	Jim said he knew that Dolly wasn't able to beat him in a 
fight. He wanted Regina to train Dolly to do it. Regina and I 
figured we had three days open and that Regina would give 
Dolly two days of manbeating training and that Dolly would 
fight Jim the third day. Jim agreed to pay us for the 
additional time in Atlanta.
	Regina had some ideas. "Two days training barely 
scratches the surface of fighting, Jim. Dolly's strong and 
she's bigger than me; so she'll have no trouble beating you 
when she's gained some experience. But for the first fight, 
Jim, how about letting me start. I'll soften you up a bit, 
then Dolly will take over and show her stuff. When she's 
finished with you, you'll know you've been beaten,"
	"OK, I always love tusslin' with you anyway, Regina" Jim 
said. "I'm gonna love findin' out what Dolly can do."
	"I'm gonna love it. Honey! You're gonna love what I do 
to you!" Dolly said.
	"Dolly needs a little advantage in the first couple of 
fights, Jim." Regina said. "Let her punch and kick. She needs 
to have knockout ability because she's at such a great 
disadvantage with her lack of experience."
	"I don't wanna' get my face marked up with bruises and 
stuff ...   '
"OK, just body punching then." Regina said. "Just this once, 
Jim. She should see how punching and kicking work. You know 
you'll love it."
	That's how it was that Regina trained Dolly to be a 
manbeater. Dolly's training and her first fight with Jim is 
another story, Regina, Dolly and Jim.
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