Sneak Preview #2 of The Set Up, by Adrienne's husband

Based on the e-mails I've been getting readers seem particularly excited about this story, so here's another update. I hope to have this fight completed by Valentine's Day.

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The Set Up

by Adrienne’s Husband

        She did it. She finally did it. My wife ended her catfight losing streak right before it reached double digits. The longest, most humiliating losing streak of Adrienne’s catfighting career is now over.

It happened suddenly, because my wife gets into her own head the longer she has to prepare for a fight. She really is her own worst enemy. Anyway, we were out at a bar on a Friday night after a long, tiring work week… and Adrienne looked across the bar only to make eye contact with none other than Shauna, her blonde arch nemesis who has dominated Adrienne for years – and ultimately took my wife’s job, and her dignity during that vacation weekend when Shauna soundly defeated Adrienne then left her to be gang banged on a pool table by countless guests for hours. Footage I’ve watched countless times, as my wife’s defeats are by far my #1 turn on.

My wife and Shauna hate each other so much that one look was all they needed. They nodded toward the bar’s back door, and we all discretely went out into a secluded alley. My heart was pumping with excitement because this was my brunette, D cupped bride’s first catfight in many months - after the humbling defeat to her diminutive college rival Maggie (see “Confidence Booster”). That loss, against a woman Adrienne always dominated, was so devastating that I thought my wife was finished with catfighting forever. In the alley Shauna took off her stylish, designer coat and handed it to her husband (revealing her sexy business clothes) while Adrienne handed me her coat, and then they pounced on each other still in their high heels from work. Adrienne used her fury to take over on Shauna quickly, and my brunette beauty pounded the blonde seductress against a brick wall. Shauna got in a few licks, but my wife was like a woman possessed. The desperate blonde went after Adrienne’s big, sensitive, frequently punished boobs – her glaring weakness – but my wife expected it so she blocked the attack and blasted Shauna between the legs with a vicious knee, making Shauna’s gorgeous face contort in agony. It was basically over after that, and Adrienne shoved Shauna’s back against a dumpster and then throttled her until her arch rival collapsed in the alley as a bloody mess.

My wife put one of her high heels on Shauna’s fallen body to signal her victory, while Shauna’s husband and I recorded it with our phones. Adrienne then picked up Shauna by the blonde hair she hates so much, kneed her in the pussy again, and tossed her into the dumpster before we walked off to celebrate. It was over pretty fast, it was random and impromptu, but the fight still counts. Adrienne finally ended her losing streak, and it rekindled her passion for catfighting after going years without a win.

That night in the alley lit a fire for my wife, who at that point was still working for her new work rival Marina – a beautiful, dark haired, tawny skinned Brazilian who’s been making Adrienne’s life a living hell ever since Marina beat her in an office catfight with a big promotion on the line (see “After Hours”). Marina took every opportunity to humiliate my wife at work and make her long, grueling days as miserable as possible, but beating Shauna gave my wife the courage for a rematch against her new boss.

It happened after an office holiday party. Marina had a little too much to drink, and Adrienne took advantage by cornering her alone in a supply room with me as the sole witness. Adrienne got Marina to agree to let her out of her contract and free her from the hellish job if she could beat her right then and there. A cocky Marina agreed, and thus began my wife’s second impromptu catfight in as many weeks. Once again Adrienne was on fire as she blasted Marina furiously, not giving the Brazilian any opportunity for a comeback. Adrienne eventually slammed Marina to the floor then ground her knee into Marina’s crotch until her boss squealed out a submission, then Adrienne got up to stomp the defeated bitch all over with her high heel. Adrienne eventually ripped up her work contract right in front of her hated rival, and then walked off as a free woman leaving Marina behind as a tearful, battered mess on the supply room carpet.

So after going years and years without a win my wife won back to back catfights within a few weeks, and she’s been like a new woman ever since. Adrienne now has a nice little winning streak going with victories over her two biggest rivals, albeit two sudden, impromptu fights in which she took them by surprise and didn’t have time to get in her own head.

I feel good for my wife that she finally has a winning streak… but it’s time to put a stop to it before it gets out of hand. I want to see Adrienne lose, and lose badly.

So I start a text chain with Shauna and Marina to make plans. The three of us get together in a clandestine meeting and I set up my laptop to run a montage video I made that has the best moments from all of Adrienne’s worst defeats, and we watch the video with glee as we relish my wife’s punishment and humiliation.

We decide that the best way to pay Adrienne back for those two wins would be a two on one beatdown with Shauna and Marina teaming up to kick my wife’s ass harder than it’s ever been kicked. But of course Adrienne would never agree to something like that, so we come up with the idea of a 2 against 2 catfight with Adrienne and a partner taking on her two most hated rivals at once. The question of who will be Adrienne’s partner is obvious, as her best friend at her health club is an experienced fighter named Cindy who also happens to work as a referee in the locally based, and famously brutal, Underground Women’s Wrestling League (UWWL). Cindy is a sexy Asian American who usually wears her dark hair in a ponytail, and she’s built like a proverbial brick shithouse. Cindy could probably beat both Shauna and Marina by herself, and she’s the very definition of a “ringer”.

Too bad she’s never going to make it to the fight, leaving my poor wife to fend for herself…

 

I present the idea of a two on two fight to Adrienne and she loves it, because teaming up with a professional fighter like Cindy is almost a guaranteed win. Adrienne in turn tells Cindy about it, and Cindy – who’s heard the terrible stories about everything Shauna and Marina have done to her friend – is totally on board. So the athletic Asian beauty agrees to team up with my wife against Shauna and Marina in a high stakes catfight down in our basement, which Adrienne and I turned into a combat room years ago (and she’s taken several tremendous beatings down there, including the upset loss to Maggie). 

We all get together to sign the contract, in a back room at the very same bar where Adrienne recently ran into Shauna before annihilating her in the alley, and we come up with the following rules and consequences for the big 2 on 2 fight (with the ladies staring daggers at each other across the table): 

-The fight will take place at high noon on a Saturday in the catfighting basement at our house in approximately one month (to give my wife time to get in her own head and get more and more nervous about the fight). The ladies will compete in bikinis and high heels. 

-It will be an anything goes tornado style two against two match, with no tagging.

-Shauna and Marina (at my insistence, secretly) really push to have a “no tap outs” clause to make the match pinfall only, with me acting as the referee. Adrienne protests this clause but eventually gives in after Cindy reassures her that it will be fine. So the fight can only end when one woman from her team gets pinned, and there will be no submissions or tap outs.

-The losers will have to give a $20,000 fight purse to the winners. That’s a lot of money, but it’s always worth it to see Adrienne get hers. Adrienne and Shauna also decide to put up their cars, so if the good girls win then Adrienne will get Shauna’s luxury sportscar and if the bad girls win then Shauna will win my wife’s car. 

-Finally, the woman who takes the pinfall for her team will become the personal 24/7 slave of the winners for one calendar month after the fight. The winners will be able to do whatever they want to the loser with no limits or restrictions, and the loser must comply.

 

We all sign the legally binding, high stakes catfight contract, and I have to step in to prevent a brawl when the women get testy with each other. Shauna and Marina leave the bar, but not before shooting icy glares of pure derision at my scowling wife.

The fight is set, and I couldn’t be more excited.

Over the next month Adrienne does everything she can to prepare for the huge fight, and as usual I subtly try to sabotage her training as much as possible. My wife will be guaranteed to lose if our plan works, but there’s always a chance the plan will backfire and Cindy will end up somehow making it to our basement by noon on that fateful Saturday. So I do everything I can to make sure that Adrienne’s tender belly is as soft as possible for the fists of her worst enemies: I encourage her to get drunk and order pizza late at night and other unhealthy things, I make sure there’s plenty of her favorite snacks and ice cream around the house, and I make sure that Adrienne’s exercise machine doesn’t work by secretly removing one of the parts. My wife acts frustrated over how the exercise machine always seems to be broken when she has a big fight coming up.

There’s also the psychological preparation, as my gorgeous wife tells me her fantasies about what she’s going to do to Marina or Shauna after pinning one or both of them. She also tells me about her insecurities and nervousness about the big fight, which is her first planned catfight in a long time. I love consoling her and telling her that everything will be fine, even though I’m hoping for the opposite...

 

The big day finally arrives, and it’s time for Shauna, Marina, and I to put our plan into action. Cindy’s daily routine is that she works out at the health club in a secluded area only for VIPs, making it easy to sneak up on her. My wife has lots of enemies at the health club, including a black woman named Regina who destroyed Adrienne in three straight fights years ago as part of her epic losing streak. Regina works for the club, so we got in touch with her and had her make Shauna and Marina a skeleton key to the VIP area.

Adrienne’s worst enemies go into the private, VIP gym when Cindy’s working out alone a few hours before the noon fight… and Shauna puts a chloroform-soaked rag over Cindy’s nose and mouth. The sexy Asian athlete protests and struggles but gets groggy within seconds, and then Shauna and Marina drag her unconscious body over to a supply closet, which they open with that skeleton key, and then they dump Cindy into the closet with her wrists bound behind her back and the chloroform rag tied around her nose and mouth. Shauna and Marina lock the closet from the outside, ensuring that Cindy will be trapped in there unconscious for hours – probably until after the club closes, long after today’s fight.

I’m home with Adrienne and didn’t witness any of this firsthand, but Shauna and Marina sent me coded text updates to let me know that the plan worked. It’s now time to sit back and watch my beautiful human punching bag of a bride get the literal beating of her life, as I set up cameras and other recording equipment in the basement about as excited as I’ve ever been. 

The clock ticks past 11:30am, and Adrienne is worried sick because she can’t get ahold of Cindy. Cindy’s phone is off and she hasn’t answered any of Adrienne’s countless texts, which makes my wife a nervous wreck. 

Shauna and Marina ring the doorbell, and I let them in to see that they’re wearing trench coats and high heels – with Shauna in glittering gold high heels and Marina in green. They walk on those heels down the stairs to the catfight basement, which has thin carpeting, a weight lifting bench, and a large weight machine that my wife’s been dangled from or bound to after some of her defeats. Adrienne’s in the basement in a silk bathrobe and her sparkly, American flag stripper heels, once again trying to call and text Cindy but to no avail. 

I can feel the palpable hatred between my wife and her two most hated rivals as they make chilly eye contact in the catfighting basement. The mood couldn’t be more tense with Adrienne’s partner missing as the clock ticks closer to fight time, while I finish setting up the recording equipment and then get out the ring bell and mallet.

The fated hour of twelve o’clock finally arrives, with Shauna and Marina calling Cindy a coward and my nervous wife still frantically trying to contact her no show partner, now calling the health club and other people who can look for her – and Adrienne even suggests calling the police and making a police report.

I tell my gorgeous, panicking wife that it’s noon and the ladies need to do the pre-fight reveal – when they strip down to their fight outfits – and Adrienne agrees to buy some time. I suggest that Cindy might be stuck in traffic or that her phone’s battery might be dead, but Cindy is a major “Type A” personality so it’s not like her at all to be late like this. The sexy Asian always shows up early for things, and she’s usually very reliable. But not today when it matters most for my wife in a catfight against both her arch enemies with $20,000, her car, and a month of servitude on the line.

Shauna and Marina, confident and sexy as hell, slowly undo their trench coats and let them fall to the floor to reveal their mouthwatering fight outfits: blonde Shauna in a gold bikini as usual (her favorite color), while tawny skinned and dark haired Marina has on a green and yellow Brazilian flag bikini. She’s in fantastic shape and looks unbelievable in that bikini.

Then it’s my jittery wife’s turn, still freaking out over where her ringer of a partner is. Adrienne undoes the sash on her robe, with my now rolling camera equipment just eating her up, and then slowly removes the robe to reveal my favorite, sparkly American flag “Wonder Woman” bikini with my wife’s enormous D cups bursting out of the star spangled top like a sexy cornucopia.

She’s never looked better.

Yet after the reveal Adrienne goes right back to her phone to try to reach her partner yet again…