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21 June 2011 Prologue to Lewis vs Middleton

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Posted by Middywatcher on 6/21/2011, 7:16 am

Leona is to be Pippa Middleton’s second opponent as the ‘almost-royal’ girl looks to carve out a boxing career for herself. Of course, no-one at the BBU, except David Knowles, knows about this fight, but she is looking forward to it, and has confided to the promoter,

“I fully intend to beat this girl up, Knowlesey, you know that don’t you!”

The grey-haired entrepreneur responds,

“Please don’t ask me how I know, but P-Middy’s got a punch on her! You need to watch her!”

Leona just grins, leaving his office for her chauffeur-driven limo and blows him a kiss,

“We’ll see tomorrow evening, huh?”

Back at her hotel, Leona saunters to her suite, surveys the platter of fruit that has been left out for her, then is startled when she hears a voice,

“All right, sweetheart?”

She doesn’t know it, but she’s in the Company of the same two Special Branch officers who visited Pixie Lott on the eve of her fight with Pippa, and she snaps,

“Who the hell are you?”

The other officer steps forward, shows her his warrant card, and smiles,

“Special Branch Miss Lewis. Royal Division. We are, shall I say, guardians of Miss Philippa Middleton at the moment, especially while she pursues this boxing nonsense!”

Leona just glares at them both,

“And your point is?”

Still smiling, the officer explains,

“It is our job to ensure that Miss Middleton comes to no harm. So, when you and she have this infernal boxing match tomorrow, I need you to know that she must beat you, Miss Lewis, She must beat you, and you must not hurt her. You may throw enough punches to appear competitive, so that she never knows, but, Miss Lewis, I’m afraid you will have to let Miss Middleton beat you!”

The singer shakes her head,

“No – it doesn’t work like that!”

He continues,

“This is not a negotiation, Miss Lewis! You will do as you are told! Miss Middleton is to beat you tomorrow evening!”

Totally confused, Leona snaps,

“So she sets herself up as a girlie boxer, then makes sure the fight’s fixed? This country never changes, does it – still the same old feudal society it was five hundred years ago!”

He shakes his head slowly,

“Miss Middleton has no idea that we are having this little chat. She will think she has beaten you in a fair fight. I just hope this is the last time she gets into the boxing ring – it’s wearing me out!”

Leona grins,

“Let me make it easier for you then! I won’t turn up!”

Now the other officer, rough, nasty bad cop, gets involved,

“You, singing tart, will just do exactly as you’re told! You will go to the venue tomorrow evening, and Pippa Middleton will beat you up. Then you will be brought back here to recover!”

She flashes a look of pure hatred at this second officer, who is standing right in front of her,

“And if I refuse your instruction, and beat the posh b###h?”

Swiftly, with his right hand, he grips her left wrist and twists it, and her arm around and up her back, then he shoves his left hand up her short skirt and actually inside her panties, his fingers on the point of entering her, and whispers into her ear,

“If you were to be that stupid, you will be taken down to the station, and, international singing star or not, you will get gang-raped by every one of our 6 man squad, not once, not twice, but three times. Then your face will get slashed to ribbons, and finally you will mysteriously fall into the River Thames!”

Leona swallows saliva,

“I’ll go with plan A, then! She can do me!”

The officer slowly releases her, kissing her mouth first,

“Sure you don’t need any more persuasion?”

The singer is crying,

“Get out! Please! Both of you, go!”

Needless to say, Leona does not get a good night’s sleep.