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  Glancing at her watch, Cait made her way to the locker room to change for her fight with Dredd... but then she was told that the big, hulking woman hadn’t turned up! Molly Hooper, Cait’s corner assistant for the match, told her “I sent Jim Moore out to look for her, but she could be anywhere between here and Forest Gate!” Cait stripped off her shirt and Molly proceeded to massage oil onto her back, shoulders and arms, a practice Cait had always found relaxed her, physically and mentally, and right now, she needed it!
  Thirty minutes before she was supposed to be in the ring, Dredd stomped into the locker room, her face, as always, painted to resemble her hero, the comic book character, Judge Dredd, and wearing her usual attire of black leather pants, black T shirt and black boots. Without a word she removed her boots, pants and T shirt, meticulously folding them and then opened her battered looking hold all took out another pair of black, leather pants and shiny black calf length boots and put them on before reclining on a wooden bench.
  Molly was told Dredd had finally arrived and she informed Cait. “Damn!” Cait said in exasperation “I was hoping the big lump wouldn’t show, even though it would have meant one less fight on the card; I don’t want to knock her out, I lost my rag is all, that’s why I challenged her! By the time I’d cooled down she’d gone!” Molly returned to her massage and suggested that Cait “carry” Dredd for a while and then pin her or get her to submit; Dredd was probably happy just to be on the card!
  “This evening’s penultimate bout features none other than RWF owner and founder, Cait Warner!” Cait leaped through the ropes as the crowd cheered and whistled and some even called her name! It had been some time since Cait had last appeared in an organised fight and now, at 37 years of age, 5’ 9’’ tall and 146 pounds, she looked fit and ready in a skimpy, sexy bikini and white ankle boots, her skin glistening under the lights as she revelled in the appreciative cheers and whistles of the crowd!

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  Glancing at her watch, Cait made her way to the locker room to change for her fight with Dredd... but then she was told that the big, hulking woman hadn’t turned up! Molly Hooper, Cait’s corner assistant for the match, told her “I sent Jim Moore out to look for her, but she could be anywhere between here and Forest Gate!” Cait stripped off her shirt and Molly proceeded to massage oil onto her back, shoulders and arms, a practice Cait had always found relaxed her, physically and mentally, and right now, she needed it!
  Thirty minutes before she was supposed to be in the ring, Dredd stomped into the locker room, her face, as always, painted to resemble her hero, the comic book character, Judge Dredd, and wearing her usual attire of black leather pants, black T shirt and black boots. Without a word she removed her boots, pants and T shirt, meticulously folding them and then opened her battered looking hold all took out another pair of black, leather pants and shiny black calf length boots and put them on before reclining on a wooden bench.
  Molly was told Dredd had finally arrived and she informed Cait. “Damn!” Cait said in exasperation “I was hoping the big lump wouldn’t show, even though it would have meant one less fight on the card; I don’t want to knock her out, I lost my rag is all, that’s why I challenged her! By the time I’d cooled down she’d gone!” Molly returned to her massage and suggested that Cait “carry” Dredd for a while and then pin her or get her to submit; Dredd was probably happy just to be on the card!
  “This evening’s penultimate bout features none other than RWF owner and founder, Cait Warner!” Cait leaped through the ropes as the crowd cheered and whistled and some even called her name! It had been some time since Cait had last appeared in an organised fight and now, at 37 years of age, 5’ 9’’ tall and 146 pounds, she looked fit and ready in a skimpy, sexy bikini and white ankle boots, her skin glistening under the lights as she revelled in the appreciative cheers and whistles of the crowd!

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