An ideally flat lawn with soft silky grass. In the middle of it, a big round spot resides bordered by a light-green rubber hose. Two stately girls in stylish tights stand in the middle of this arena. There are a few comfortable summer chairs around. All the spectators are grand men - from those who miraculously grew rich during the past 15 years. Till recently, they were called "New Russians" but since then, their kids have already grown and were sent to prestigious Western universities in order to be prepared to take the baton from their fathers. So, they are no longer "new" and they try to divert themselves in the most eccentric ways.
Women's wrestling (especially mud- and oil-wrestling) has already become a popular spectacle for such "gentlemen". Actually, , such shows forms of erotic dance or striptease have already palled. This event is completely different though: two strong persons are getting ready for a serious combat - they will fight for real, punching and kicking each other, clutching and throwing down onto the sappy Spring grass. In fact, these two persons are not bulls with square jaws; these are young elegant well-grown women.
A touch of professional designers is reflected in the fighters' attire and the exterior -- everything is thought through thoroughly. Colors are sustained in green palette: bright green grass, light-green ring edging and matching chairs. The tights having similar but mirror-imaged patterns are two-colored - light-green and white. Leather pads are attached to the back of the hands, elbows, and knees as well as to the feet fronts. The blows will be delivered just by these pads. Two young women in their prime wearing stylish gymnastic tights face each other, impatiently looking forward to for the heated battle.
Traditional sculpturing shapes of male athletes and soft smooth women's silhouettes represent the glaring contrast, which artists of the past always tried to depict. But these girls are sturdily-build: triangle chests ending with sculpturing broad shoulders, dense breasts, muscular breeches, cast circular necks, durable jaws and open wide foreheads. Despite (and perhaps because of) these features they look very attractive and sex appealing. They just radiate flow of sensuality but this sensuality is active and searching rather than helpless or passive. Now it's localized in the physical appearance - the strong braced bodies are ready for violent opposition. It will be the contest of matched fighters, struggle for the superiority in their special female world. Even the body part not having muscles plays now its own combative role; it's now not just a baby-feeding organ, not a sexual toy for men, it is a kind of frightening tool which is in the vanguard of the attack, this is a symbol of female strength and power.
The girls are different, even though both look physically strong and skilled. One of the two, a swarthy girl, looked a little heavier and stronger whereas the other one, a slimmer light-brown-haired girl seems to have an advantage in height. Later, the host of the event will assign them nicknames, which we use now. For the moment, the two are ready for the duel; the heavier one, Grippie, stands still while the other one, Clippie, shifts from one foot to the other as though she rehearses the coming fight mentally and searches for a better position in order to mass whole smashing energy on her adversary.
The girls came out for fighting not just for having fun - a big prize money is waiting for them - the winner gets 70%, the loser - 30%. As a mater of fact, both deserved an award - each of them defeated all opponents in the trials. However, not only the prize encourages them to the battle now - they have already acquired a taste for fighting, they sense delights of the victory, a combative fury has emerged in their hearts, the instinct of wild females is aroused - they are ready to battle for a mate, for a posterity, for the beauty. In this face-off, the girls literally drill each other by piercing eyes - being strangers yesterday, now they accumulate rage toward each other, otherwise it would be hard to fight.
The girls take stand in combative poses - they post kind of protective blocks - fists in front of face. And now the referee gives the order to go. Clippie instantly jumps on the opponent in attempts to stagger her and to quickly knock her down -- in a jump, she caught her a oner on the shoulder protruding aside from the boxing block. The blow swings Grippie half-turned letting the "torpedo" fly ahead mechanically exposing herself for cutting down. Being tripped up by Grippie, Clippie falls smash onto the grass. Stunning and promising start! The men half-rise in order to see better, what is going on.
Attempting to advance, Grippie jumps at Clippie but does that not quick enough letting the opponent to spring to her feet ahead of her. Deft Clippie outstrips Grippie and even manages to punch her in the head and kick in the trunk while she gets up. Ignoring the blows, mighty Grippie rises to her feet and the girls circle for a few moments attempting to gain the positional advantage. Clippie attempts to punch the opponent in the head but Grippie manages to catch her by hand and the fighters clinch. Stubborn and fascinating standing struggle begins reminding Sumo. For a while, neither one is able to knock the opponent off her feet. The girls fiercely jostle with each other all over the ring panting for breath. After all, they simultaneously lock each other's necks and turn round trying to overpower each other. Although Grippie grasps Clippie's neck by the weaker left hand, she happens to posses the strength advantage and eventually topples Clippie onto the grass finding herself on top. Obviously, even if she is going to win, she won't be able to crush her elusive rival quickly - Clippie demonstrates a miraculous cunning. However, Grippie's advantage in power manifests, she hobbles her adversary letting her little chance of escaping. The only hope for Clippie has left - to disentangle by hitting the most vulnerable body parts of her strong opponent. A punch to face seems to be the most troublesome experience for Grippie, so she is forced to employ an arm to defend the face. That's what Clippie looks for - she manages to release from the iron hug and instantly jumps up. The situation recurs - while Grippie is standing up, Clippie takes the opportunity and works over her rival's head with the series of punches. Grippie makes a two-hand defending block attempting to protect her already battered face. On her part, Clippie keeps punching to the head helping herself with knees targeting the opponent's waist line. Grippie seems to be staggered and the spectators stand up considering the affair to be coming to a head.
However, as it often happens, a fighter inspired by a soon victory doesn't finish an opponent quickly while the cinched opponent starts desperately resisting. Clippie is so busy with furious hitting the opponent that Grippie manages to seize her by the hand and to abruptly turn her round. Suddenly, Clippie finds herself exposing her back to Grippie who doesn't miss the chance and firmly grabs her neck from behind. Clippie awfully resists and twitches but there is no defense against such a deadly back choke - Clippie gradually exhausts, subsides and gives in.
The bout is over! The reddened winner (with slightly swollen lips and eyelid) attempts to embrace the aggrieved opponent but Clippie can't put up with the defeat and turns down this generous gesture. Female servants called from the house take the girls home in order to wash them and put in order. In about an hour, the girls dressed up and made up will come out into the banquet room where the host will wait for them accompanied by his guests and fourteen girls lost the trials.
The host will raise his champagne glass to the girls saying: "I have asked my friend and assistant, Dennis, to find sixteen solid and strong girls (not practicing ) who would be able to become a little proficient in hand-to-hand combat after a short training and participate in the tournament. I am very satisfied with the excellent preparation to the tournament and with its organization. My friends and I had a lot of fun and enjoyed the fights - all the girls fought in full strength; they have demonstrated courage, will and skills. Especially, I want to point to our pin-up Grippie who managed to overcome the accomplished hard bout. I'm also grateful to the second finalist, Clippie for this spectacular show. Today, Clippie was more succeeded in punches and kicks whereas Grippie was better in grappling. It looks like a wrestler defeats a boxer but this not always true. I hope, some time in the future, we will get together again and the girls will meat each other... To women's power! I have never asked Dennis where and how he managed to select such a great team. Now it's time to know that. Dennis, please explain."
"OK, I searched almost everywhere but all the stuff was too soft, too sleek, this is about girls, god damn it. By pure accident, I noticed a good swimmer girl in the Olympic pool. As soon as I had seen her, I just realized what exactly I was looking for. Then I sent messengers to all swimming pools and here you go, this is team of beauties."
From the author: If I have time (and readers wish), one day I will tell a story about a trial bout in this tournament. By the way, Dennis was a little on the dodge - there were not only swimmers in the team, he also took a weightlifter - just for fun. And this weightlifter fought in 1/8 final against the girl that later would be named Grippie. In fact, although the sortition looked fair, Dennis tried to match the pairs and two heaviest girls made the very first pair and our Grippie had to meet the tremendously robust girl in her first bout. It was something... But it's not a right place to tell about this. Thank you for your time!