Here's the rocking finale to the story started in Parts 1 and 2 by Roberto at
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,4371.0.htmlHope you enjoy! Please comment & give feedback!
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Kayla
P.S. Will next post my 2nd fight with Tasha (who had beaten me in the Supermarket Brawl).
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KAYLA vs VERONIKA
By Roberto
Chapter 3
The games at Los Angeles were a lead-up to the Olympics and therefore of critical importance to the entrants. Kayla dreaded her inevitable meeting with Veronika; not the competition, but the times they would be unavoidably put into the same room or staging area.
Her worries were without merit however, as Veronika virtually ignored her. The warm-ups went well and the preliminary events weeded out the less qualified, leaving the elite to go on to the finals. In the heptathlon, the 800m event was last and Kayla expected to see Veronika lined up nearby. But she wasn’t. She was nowhere to be seen.
As the runners stepped into the starting blocks, Kayla looked around once again and still didn’t see her nemesis. Then came the order to get set, followed by the starter’s gun. Kayla came out of the blocks first, followed by a girl from Jamaica and another from the US. Within the first hundred meters, Kayla dropped to third and held her pace until the final lap where she gained on the American, passed her, then caught up to the Jamaican. With one hundred meters to go, Kayla passed the Jamaican and never looked back, winning by a full four meters.
As the athletes left the track for the dressing rooms, there was a lot of chatter, with everyone speculating as to why Veronika had not been in the line-up.
And then the stunner; news that Veronika had been pulled pending the results of a drug test. Kayla was surprised, but not disappointed. She shrugged off the news and went to the showers. After a team meeting, the girls left, some going back to the hotel, others taking a seat in the coliseum. That was where Roberto found Kayla.
“Tough luck for your friend, Veronika,” he said with a hint of sarcasm.
“I feel nothing but pity for her,” Kayla answered.
“She doesn’t even deserve that much from you,” he said. “Her doping goes back at least two years.”
She turned and looked at him. “How do you know?” she asked.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said “Just take my word for it.”
“Roberto, don’t treat me like a juvenile.”
He paused, took a deep breath then exhaled. “I have connections with access to the IAAF.”
Still not satisfied, Kayla came back at him. “So it was just coincidence that these connections of your ran into you here and gave away a highly confidential bit of information as a matter of casual conversation.”
“I didn’t say that,” he said. “The truth is, I contacted them.”
“Excuse me?”
“Look,” he said. “When you told me about the fight with this girl, I was upset that something like that happened to you. When I saw the bruises on your body, the first thing I thought was that Veronika needed to be taken down a notch. That’s why I gave you the self-defense lessons. But the more I thought about it, the angrier I got.
“As soon as you left me at the airport in Johannesburg, I placed a call to one of my contacts. I didn’t exactly accuse Veronika of using drugs, but I threw up enough bullshit that something had to stick. Bottom line; this friend of mine did some digging and found that someone at the test lab had been systematically altering Veronika’s test results going back at least two years.”
Kayla sat silent for a long while and then she looked at him again. “You did this for me?”
“I did,” he replied.
“You’ve got to stop this,” she said, squeezing his arm, “otherwise, I’ll be indebted to you forever.”
He grinned at her. “What else can an old guy like me do to keep a girl like you interested?”
She leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Keep screwing me like you did that night in the hotel.”
“I love it when you talk dirty,” he said.
“Hold that thought,” she said. “It’s almost time for the medal ceremony. I’ll meet you here as soon as I’m finished.”
Roberto watched her as she walked back down onto the field then disappeared into one of the tunnels. It was a bittersweet moment for he knew that his time with her would soon come to an end. She would be going back home and he would be going wherever his job took him.
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Dejected and confused, Veronika left the meeting with IAAF officials only to be summoned to another meeting with representatives from the Ukrainian Athletic Federation. There, she was officially notified that she had been dismissed from her team. “You must pack up immediately and go home.”
Her career as an athlete in shambles, her reputation ruined and her future in jeopardy, Veronika went immediately to her hotel room to pack her belongings. Outside, a female member of the IAAF stood guard. Boiling over with anger at being exposed and humiliated, Veronika needed an outlet…someone to blame…and the obvious person was Kayla. “I wouldn’t be surprised if that bitch didn’t turn me in to begin with,” she said to herself. “If I see her, I’ll rip her head off.”
Suddenly a plan began to unfold in her head. She opened the door to her room and asked the guard to come inside. The unsuspecting woman walked into the room and as the door closed behind her, Veronika laid her out with a ceramic ashtray to the back of her skull. Then she stripped the girl naked, stuffed her panties into her mouth and tied her to a chair with electrical cords from the table lamps. Following that, she put on the guard’s uniform, took her credentials and headed back to the coliseum.
With her stolen credentials, she was able to go most anyplace she wanted, but for the time being, she chose to keep a low profile and stood to one side, watching the big screen as the medals were awarded to Kayla and the other two runners. Inside, she was seething. “It should be me up there on the podium, not her,” she said to herself.
As Kayla walked off the podium, she stopped to pose for photos then, as she walked across the track, she paused to wave at Roberto. Veronika gave a quick glance into the stands to see who Kayla might be waving at and almost lost sight of her. Pushing her way through a group of Kenyans, Veronika finally caught sight of Kayla and breathed a sigh of relief. She had separated herself from the others and appeared to be stopping off at one of the restrooms.
Closing the gap on her quarry, Veronika came up behind Kayla and shoved her stiffened fingers into the small of her back. “Don’t turn around,” she said, trying to disguise her voice. “I have a gun. If you make one false move, I’ll sever your spine with a bullet.”
Kayla froze then nervously nodded her head.
“Go back outside and turn to your right,” said Veronika.
Kayla did as she was told and when they reached the end of the corridor, Veronika forced her into a utility room and closed the door. The room was empty except for several stacks of traffic cones in one corner and an empty laundry cart at her back. Inside, Veronika dropped any pretense of disguising herself or having a gun, shoving Kayla into the middle of the room. “Turn around, bitch, and meet your worst nightmare.”
Kayla turned slowly and saw Veronika standing not two meters away with a smirk on her face. “You!” exclaimed Kayla. “I thought you had been sent home.”
“That will come soon enough,” said Veronika. “For now, I’m going to take you apart piece by piece.” She pulled the guard’s heavy flashlight from her belt and brandished it as a club.
Roberto had shown Kayla how to defend against all kinds of handheld weapons, so she felt as if she could disarm Veronika without much difficulty. After that, she would give the arrogant bitch a lesson is ass-kicking. She dropped into a defensive stance, balancing herself on the balls of her feet, hands and arms up to protect her upper body.
Veronika began to circle Kayla, hoping to make her anxious and perhaps goad her into making a foolish move. But Kayla wouldn’t be provoked. Instead, she waited for Veronika to get impatient and make the first move. She didn’t have long to wait.
Veronika came at Kayla as if she were going to strike her on the head. Kayla threw up her right hand, grabbing Veronika’s wrist and, using Veronika’s own momentum, pulled her arm across her body. In this position, Veronika was completely out of position and vulnerable to a counter-strike which Kayla obligingly delivered with her right hand, driving her palm upward and catching Veronika on the chin.
Veronika’s head snapped up and back and the heavy flashlight slipped from her fingers, crashing to the floor. With Veronika reeling from the unexpected strike, Kayla delivered two quick leg kicks to her solar plexus, driving the wind from her lungs and sending her crashing into the laundry cart.
Remembering Roberto’s warning to keep her opponent off-balance and on the defensive, Kayla shifted her weight to the ball of her left foot and lashed out with a roundhouse kick that caught Veronika on the side of her head.
The Ukrainian woman screamed and went flying, collapsing onto her side with her left arm trapped beneath her body and her legs sprawled out. Blood trickled from her left ear. She turned her head toward Kayla as she attempted to extract her arm from beneath her body. Kayla stepped in and kicked her between her breasts, sending her onto her back with a loud grunt.
With a dazed look on her face, Veronika held up her right hand. “Enough,” she said. “I’ve had enough.” That’s when Kayla made her first mistake, forgetting what Roberto had said about not letting up until your opponent was out of the game. She relaxed slightly and stood flat-footed as she faced the fallen woman.
Veronika slowly pushed herself up onto all fours, and as she came up off the floor, she lashed out with her left leg, sweeping Kayla off her feet. Even though her head still spun from the beating she’d taken, Veronika managed to scramble atop Kayla and straddle her body. Wildly, she began to swing her fists, landing several painful blows to Kayla’s breasts.
In an act of desperation, Kayla brought both hands up in an arc and clapped Veronika simultaneously on both ears. Veronika’s eyes lost focus and her body went limp as she collapsed atop Kayla. Kayla threw the stunned Ukrainian aside then got to her feet. She’d barely broken a sweat. Veronika groaned and placed her hands over her ears. “You fucking cxnt,” she moaned. “You’ve busted my eardrums.”
