No Holds Barred in Boston

By Limey Lady

After disappearing off the map Trish bounces back in style.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Limey Lady
• Release date: Nov 27, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370158041

Limey Lady

Here's a confession for you: I'm not sure if "Limey Lady" is a pseudonym or my alter ego. Back in 2016, when she came into being, she was definitely a nom de plume. Now, however, I am not so sure.As background, I have always written stories but, up to 2009, writing took a backseat, way behind the demands of my family and career. Then a life-changing medical condition . . . well, it changed everything for and about me. Suddenly I had/have time to spare. Suddenly I was/am churning out tale after tale.I was born in York but brought up in West Yorkshire, in part of the Aire Valley often described as "Bronte Country". I must say, though, that although most of my stories are set locally, they have little in common with the fine works of Charlotte, Emily and Anne. So far my output can be divided into two: long stories featuring ne'er-do-wells, guns and some violence . . . and shorter stories featuring "liberated" women who rarely do what they're supposed to do.Limey Lady was created to be the author of the short stuff. But the longer novels all include feisty, uncooperative females - much like her characters - so I'm going to put her name to both as I publish on Smashwords.Watch this space . . .

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No Holds Barred in Boston

By LimeyLady

Copyright Mark C Woolridge (writing as LimeyLady), 2016

Distributed by Smashwords

All characters and events in this publication,

other than those clearly in the public domain,

are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons,

living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter One - Beaten

Chapter Two - Plotting a comeback

Chapter Three - Sex with Sioux

Chapter Four - Victoria’s comeuppance

Chapter Five - The log cabin

Chapter Six - Mickie

Chapter Seven - More Mickie

Chapter Eight - Erin

Chapter Nine - Showdown

Author’s Note

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Chapter One

Trish sat on a chair, put her head in her hands, and sobbed. She had been beaten before but not like this; not when it really mattered and she was supposed to win. She should have been furious and vowing revenge, but simply didn’t have it in her. Not now, at this very moment.

I’m empty inside, she thought. I’ve been tricked and humiliated. And my jaw hurts.

Everyone around her was angry. Her dressing room had been invaded by unsympathetic folk and there sounded to be dozens more out in the corridor, all of them shouting at each other.

‘Let me have a look at you,’ a more rational voice said.

It was one of the medics. Trish lifted her head and let him manoeuvre her mandible.

‘Open your mouth,’ he commanded. ‘That’s good. Did opening it hurt?’

‘No more than it hurt already.’

‘Good. What about your ears? Do they ache?’

‘Not so as I’ve noticed.’

He nodded, seemingly satisfied. ‘I don’t think it’s broken. You could go for an X-ray but I’d bet the hospitals are like the Wild West this time on a Saturday night. Best go home and sleep it off.’

Trish recognized the Commissioner’s voice as it joined in the shouting. At a guess he was having a good go at Victoria, berating her for what she’d done. At another guess Victoria wouldn’t give a shit. It was strange hearing him, though. He was normally dignified and in control. She hadn’t known him lose it before, although as a young wrestler his temper had been legendary.

‘Come on,’ someone said, taking her arm, ‘let’s get you outta here.’

Surrounded by six enormous security officers, Trish was escorted out. It was not a very pleasant experience. Dozens of cameras flashed the second she left her dressing room. Men and women reporters screeched at her, demanding answers to their unintelligible questions. Other people just yelled at her, obviously believing everything was all her fault.

Four large black limos were waiting for them outside the Odyssey Complex, only a few yards from the door. So near yet so far. They still needed the backing of another six security guys to get safely into them. Then they were away, readying themselves to go through the whole process in reverse, to get her into the hotel. Trish was, of course, used to attention but this was too much. If she hadn’t had a wall of muscle around her, someone would have got punched.

At last they arrived outside her suite, leaving the baying mob down in the lobby.

‘There’s a doctor in there waiting for you,’ the boss officer said. ‘Apparently he’s the best in the island of Ireland. We’ll keep an eye on things out here. And don’t bother with the Do Not Disturb sign. There ain’t nobody else getting in there tonight.’

The doctor was a small man with twinkling eyes and what Trish considered to be a proper Irish accent. He told her he was from "Dublin, the biggest city in all of the world, because it’s