Stana Katic was on her way to her personal gym for a late night training session. She arrived to find the back door already unlocked, thinking nothing of it as she entered and flicked on the lights. As she stripped out of her sweats revealing a tight white sports bra and spandex booty shorts that hugged her curvy backside, she reached up to tie her hair into a pony tail.
"Cutting it pretty close aren't you guys?!" Someone shouted from around the corner. Molly Quinn briskly stepped in from the other room, both girls yelping in shock as they came face to face with one another.
"Expecting someone else?" Stana barked, flustering Molly as she struggled to find a quick-witted responses. "Did your little friends abandon you? That's too bad..."
Stana had been in a vicious back and forth verbal battle since the cancellation of "Castle", her costars Molly Quinn, Tamala Jones, and Maya Stojan repeatedly taking shots at her through the media.
"N....no....what makes you think I would need them to embarrass an old hag like you?" Molly hissed, feigning confidence when in reality she was growing more concerned with each passing second that reinforcements didn't arrive. They were late, as usual. Or were they coming at all?
"So do you spar with just words or do you use your fists?" Stana wryly smiled. Molly nervously backed up as Stana wrangled her away from the nearest exit; "Come on, don't be shy. Toss on a pair of gloves, I don't bite. Someone's got to teach you to keep that pretty little trap closed."
With the shock wearing off of ambushing Stana without the aid of her two little insurance policies, Molly was back to her mouthy self; "Oh you've made a big mistake, dear. I'm going to beat the shit out of you so bad you'll thank your agent you don't have a job. You don't want that do you? Why don't you just go home..."
"If you're so confident, how about we go no gloves?" Stana grinned, stepping up the steel stairs leading to the octagon in the center of the gym, Molly hesitantly following. Molly's body language exuded confidence, proudly posturing up chest to chest with the taller brunette. Deep down however, Molly knew she was quite a bit more bark than bite. Molly was dressed in a black spandex top and skin-tight yoga pants, the perfect contrast to the leggy Katic who was clad in all white.
Stana extended her hand for a fist bump, knowing the cocky Quinn would have nothing to do with it. Right on cue, Molly swatted Stana's hand away and let out a primal scream, slugging the brunette in the gut.
"GUUUUHHHH" Stana grunted, staggering back a few unsteady steps before collecting herself. A cheeky smile slid across her face as she raised her hands and pressed back towards Molly, feinting a high right overhand before impaling her midsection with a sturdy heel kick. Molly stumbled to a knee, grimacing and slamming with mat with a fist before charging her foe. Stana breathlessly moaned as Molly's bony shoulder split her abdomen, driving her backwards before Molly managed to hook her long, lean legs and drag her to the ground. Molly expertly slid into mount with Stana still wheezing, balling up a handful of her stretchy top and yanking her into successive elbows. The second strike sent a cloud of blood spattering across the stainless white canvas, staggering Katic as a cut opened above her left eye. The brunette's eyes fluttered as her head trampolined off the mat, a wicked smile appearing on Molly's face as Stana's blood leaked onto the canvas.
"Had enough you fucking talentless hag?!" Molly shouted, coiling the finishing barehand club high above her head. In a flash, Stana planted her feet on the mat and launched Molly over her head with a powerful buck, the redhead fumbling on her chest as Stana scrambled to all fours and took her turned back. Stana launched a flurry of punches to Molly's midsection, the redhead's tight abdomen spasming with each rippling punch. Stana brilliantly alternated points of attack, drilling Quinn with shot after shot to her rib cage and side of the head. Molly quickly started to become unresponsive, slumping limply to the mat as bare knuckles repeatedly met tender flesh. Despite the heavy onslaught, she managed to roll to her back, trapping Stana in her full guard. Molly skillfully flung one of her long legs over Stana's shoulder, tugging her left arm against her chest and sinking her into a triangle choke from the bottom. Stana gargled as she fought for air, her eyes bulging as Molly extended the choke and tried to put her to sleep.
"TAP YOU OLD BITCH! Who am I kidding, you're going to sleep either way..." Molly shrieked as Stana desperately tried to squirm free to no avail. With her wits fading fast, she struggled to a crouched position before lifting Molly's back off the canvas and slamming her to the mat with everything she had left. Molly hoarsely groaned as the impact shook the entire ring, breaking her triangle choke as both girls exhaustedly tangled back up in one another. Stana rattled lethargic but effective elbows into the redhead's ribs, her chest quaking as each blow pressed more air from her burning lungs. Stana slid into side control, forcing her opponent to try and sprawl to avoid further damage, but the brunette had a plan. As Molly turned her back Stana slid her forearm around the redhead's throat, cinching a rear naked choke in as deep as she could manage. Stana shook her fading foe back and forth, rolling to her back with Molly in her lap. Molly desperately squirmed but only sunk herself deeper into Stana's expertly applied choke, her eyes starting to flutter and roll into the back of her head as she pleadingly tapped on Stana's upper thigh for mercy. Stana viciously flung the limp redhead to the mat, releasing the choke just before she turned out her lights.
"Who's the bitch now?!" Stana taunted, struggling to a knee and planting her foot on the convulsing redhead's back. "Now you pay for what you said about me...." Stana raspily whispered, reaching down and taking hold of Molly's top. Just as she was about to hoist it clean over her head, the door flung open behind her.
"I didn't even call the clean-up crew yet, things were just starting to get fun" Stana panted, trying to exude as much irrational confidence as possible. She walked to the edge of the cage, planting her hands on her hips as Molly's reinforcements finally arrived... "Come to drag your pathetic leader back to whatever hole she came from?"
"Oh you're in trouble now..." Tamala laughed as she climbed up the staircase with Maya at her hip. Stana latched the door shut, her heart racing despite the brave face she was forced to show to the other two.
"I'd love to add you two to the pile of bodies in here, but I think it's past your bedtime. Why don't you just scram before you end up like her..." As Stana turned to point to the crumpled redhead on the other side of the ring, she instead spun to catch a hammer of an elbow that cracked against her jaw. Stana awkwardly crumpled to the ground in a heap, writhing on her belly as a revitalized Molly towered over her and let the others into the ring.
"I told you I didn't need them...but since they're here anyways" Molly huffed, welcoming Tamala and Maya to join her and surround the agonized brunette. "First things first, what was that about my top? I wasn't going to subject whoever finds you to further punishment having to see your hideous body, but since you begged for it..." Molly unloaded a soccer kick to Stana's chin, her head sickeningly snapping backwards as she flopped to her back at Tamala's feet. Stana's head lulled gently to the side, visibly shaken as Tamala hunched over her and roughly tore her top open. Stana's body quaked as she limply sulked back to the mat.
"Iccckkkk...perkier than I expected, but still nothing to write home about" Tamala laughed, tugging the ailing Katic to her feet by the hair. Despite her big talk, Molly was still in a bad way, allowing Tamala to go one on one as she rested against the cage with Maya. "Don't take too long, Tamala, we're still going out after this aren't we?" Maya heckled from the proverbial sidelines, cheering her partner in crime on.
A stream of blood trickled from her eye down Stana's bare chest as Tamala hauled her to her feet, grabbing hold of her chin to hold it in place while she reared back for a calculated overhand aimed right at the brunette's wobbly jaw. Seemingly out of nowhere, Stana snapped out of her haze, hoarsely grunting as she unleashed a devastating combo of strikes to the unsuspecting Tamala. In a flash, Stana grabbed Jones' right shoulder and impaled her tummy with consecutive knees before yanking her by the hair into a rising knee. Tamala's skull rattled off Stana's knee, pirouetting on her tippy-toes momentarily before crashing to her knees then falling flat, completely unconscious. Molly and Maya gasped in shock, rushing to jump Stana in self-preservation rather than aid their fallen comrade. Stana staggered toward the far cage wall, bracing herself on the fencing as it hit her for the first time that she had been partially stripped, her top ripped in half lying on the mat at Tamala's motionless feet. As the other's charged Stana emptied her tank, fending them off with brilliant parries and counters before finally being over-matched. With Molly pinning her hands high above her head against the mesh fencing, Maya unloaded knees and uppercuts to Stana's bright red midriff, eventually growing impatient and tossing the limp brunette to the ground. Stana pleadingly crawled on hands and knees but Maya and Molly were relentless. Maya, being the fresher of the two, flung a kick to Stana's belly, toppling her to her back. Stana breathlessly thrashed, fighting back tears as she held her flexing abdomen. With little resistance, Maya mounted Katic, simply grinning rather than continuing the onslaught. With Stana's upper body indisposed, Molly was free to go to work below, sliding off Stana's shorts and leaving her completely bare. Stana emphatically protested, squirming and kicking her legs as Molly latched onto both of her ankles. Stana squealed as Molly split her pendulous legs and mercilessly stomped Stana's crotch with her heel.
"GGGUUUUUUUUUUHHH" Stana deeply moaned as Maya slid off her, allowing her to curl into the fetal position, her fingers shaking as they cupped her womanhood. There was going to be no mercy shown to the writhing Katic tonight...as Molly and Maya each grabbed a wrist and hauled Stana unwillingly to her feet. With Tamala finally coming to, Maya and Molly began fastening Stana's arms to the top of the mesh cage, restraining her with her own shred pieces of clothing. Stana hung limply from the material restraints, her body splayed as wide as Molly and Maya could stretch her, the brunette's toes just barely dangling against the ground.
"This would've gone a lot more smoothly for you if you just took your punishment. You. Don't. FUCK. With. Us." Tamala hissed, venom dripping off her every word as she stepped up chest to chest with the nude, spread eagle Katic, running her fingers through the blood trailing down her quivering chest.
Stana looked up defiantly through her drenched, hanging bangs, spitting in Tamala's face as she shrieked with fury. "YOU cxnt!" her voice crackled, slugging Stana in the gut. With nowhere to fall, Stana simply gagged as her head drooped low, wheezing as Maya ripped her head back up to face the fuming Tamala.
"Anyone in particular you want us to call to find you tomorrow?" Quinn mocked as she took center stage, snapping a knee between Stana's spread legs and nastily headbutting the brunette in the mouth. Stana grunted as her head was flung backwards and then fell limp, blood spilling from her mouth as her body lifelessly dangled from the spandex cuffs.
"Pathetic..." Molly scoffed, bending down and inking "Molly's Little Whore" across Stana's convulsing lower belly before the three of them limped out of the ring to lick their wounds.
