I pulled my t-shirt off as I walked onto the mat and Shanti did the same ... to reveal a stunning set of boobs that were larger than Angela's and desperately trying to escape from a bikini top that was way too small.
We were introduced and then while the Referee explained the rules ... or lack thereof ... we did the usual stare at each other moment.
"Where the fuck did you get all those scars man?" she whispered. Did I detect a note of alarm in Shanti's voice?
"I'm not allowed to tell you," I said quietly.
"Then what happened to this man?" she indicated the thin scar slashed across my chest.
"He died in prison."
"And this one?" she touched the old bullet wounds.
"I killed him with my bare hands." She looked at me to see if I was joking and, when she saw the truth in my eyes, she took a step back.
"Do you want to amend the rules to include rules?" I asked quietly and for a moment I think she toyed with the idea but then she shook her head.
"No, I trust you not to kill me."
"That could be a serious error of judgement," I said softly, and I saw a hint of fear as I stared into her eyes.
The Referee blew his whistle to start the match and then retreated from the mat. With no rules to enforce there was no need for him to be there and I guess that he was a little worried about getting caught up in the fight.
I certainly didn't blame him; I was worried about being in the fight. I figured that my best plan was to end the fight quickly ... but, with no rules and the winner being the last person standing, achieving a quick end without hurting Shanti seemed something of a challenge.
I thought that we might actually circle for at least a few seconds and give me time to work something out, but I was ready for something else so when Shanti rushed me almost as soon as the Referee had stepped off the mat, I was ready for her.
She went high but I went low and to one side so I let her run into one arm while the other arm came in from behind. Using her momentum, I could swing her around and slam her face first onto the mat and that's what I did.
If it had been a serious fight I would have gone on to something else while she was flat on the mat but it wasn't ... well, not that serious or so I thought, so I waited while she struggled to sit up and I wasn't surprised that she was taking her time to get up. I had applied a lot of downward force when I was slamming her down.
But once she was sitting up I grabbed a handful of her hair and ignored the screams as I dragged her to her feet. Shanti seemed a little unsteady on her feet, but that unsteadiness got worse when I hit her with a reverse forearm blow to the chest ... not those beautiful boobs ... just her chest.
She staggered back and I followed her to sweep her legs out from under her. She hit the mat hard and rolled over holding her back but I brushed that hand aside and straddled her back as I pushed her face into the mat with one hand as I untied the bows on both the top and bottom parts of her bikini.
Once they were gone I started spanking her arse and I loved the way it wobbled with every blow.
"SHIT YOU FUCKER I'LL KILL YOU MAN," she screamed and started to thrash about underneath me. I quickly rolled off her and went straight back to my feet.
She came up cursing and screaming like a demon with parts of her bikini still hanging on her body and she stopped for a moment to pull them off and throw them away. "Cheeky man, you're going to pay for that!"
I laughed, "Don't forget I spanked your arse, you said that I'd never even touch it when we got on the mat."
A high swinging kick to my head missed by almost a metre when I ducked but that wrong-footed me and she lunged at me, but I went a little lower to meet her charge. I went so low that I was on my knees when I wrapped my arms around her legs and pushed up so that she was off her feet and being slammed back into the mat before she could recover.