I go back to the small room they have given me for the night, but my mind is in so much turmoil that I can't think about going to bed. So I go for a walk around the grounds of the house. The event finished two hours ago and the large arena tent is now dark and deserted, but voices are still coming from the smaller drinks tent which is still brightly lit. I walk over there to find a number of the fighters and a few of the backroom boys sitting round a couple of tables piled with glasses and tins of beer. Tara is sitting in the middle of the group with a large glass beer in front of her.

"Here's Mr Towel!" says one of the girls as I walk into the tent.

"How's your Bitch's pussy?" says Tara almost spitting out her words.

I walk round the table to get closer to Tara - she'd obviously been drinking heavily.

"They're keeping her in the medical unit overnight. The doctor says she'll be OK. No thanks to you; you savage Bitch" I snarl.

"You're a fucking Whimp!" she slurs, "Good job the Ref. decided to ignore your towel and take the count, otherwise your girlfriend would be out of a job now!"

I came up really close and bent down so we were face to face. "You are a fucking Bitch Tara, I'd whip your fucking ass if I had a chance!"

"OK you Bastard!" she said slamming her drink down on the table, "In the ring now! Get your kit off and we'll settle this here and now."

She turns to the group, "I think he deserves to have HIS ass whipped, don't you agree folks?"

The rest of the group are as drunk as Tara and they all encourage us to go into the ring now to settle our dispute.

Tara gets to her feet and staggers sideways - she's so drunk she can hardly stand. She grabs a handful of my T-shirt and lurches towards the tent opening pulling me after her.

"Whip HIS ass. Tara!" shouts one of the women as we make our way out of the drinks tent into the cool still night air.

We cross the lawn to the main arena tent with the rest of the group following, all carrying their drinks. Tara pulls me into the tent and drags me across towards the ring constantly bumping into chairs and things in the darkness. At last somebody finds the power switch and all of a sudden the ring is flooded with light.

At last Tara lets go of my shirt, "Get in the ring!" she snarls.

I step into the ring, my hands trembling with a heady mix of fear and excitement. Tara stumbles back towards her friends and grabs a tin of beer from one them and takes a large gulp, virtually emptying the tin. She slams the tin down on the table then strips off her clothes hurling them in all directions to loud cheers from her buddies.

Now totally naked, Tara stumbles towards the ring as the rest of the group settle down in the ringside seats with their tins of beer.

I take off my trainers and my T-shirt intending to keep my pants on.

"Come on Asshole!" snarls Tara in a drunken drawl, "Take it all off, you ain't fighting with your pants on! You have to be naked too!"

"A bit on the small size for a stud!" screams Tara with tears of laughter streaming down her face.

"Your Bitch's cunt will be so swollen from the creaming I gave her, even a small one like that will be too big!" she laughs hysterically.

Suddenly Tara seems to snap out of her drunken stance; raising her fists she rushes at me. As she closes with me she kicks her right leg up aiming her foot at my balls.

I snap my legs together just in time, so her shin slams into the inside of my thighs. At the same time I manage to catch her leg with both hands to stop her driving her foot up into my cock and balls.

My rival needs no encouragement! Before I can regain my fighting stance she blasts a right underarm punch into the centre of my torso. Sensing the blow coming, I tighten my abdominal muscles and she aims a little high - the blow catching me on the bottom of the breastbone. As a result I'm not really hurt, but the power and speed of the punch leaves me in doubt as to the strength and ability of my opponent!

I deflect the blow upwards, away from my face with my right forearm and then push her arm up into the air out of harms way. Seeing her unguarded abdomen open to me now, I drive a hooking underarm left punch into body.