Here's the final conflict between Marie & I - written from my perspective - hope you enjoy!
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Kayla
P.S. The other two preceding fights with Marie (and by Marie) are at if you first want to read those:
First fight:
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,4472.0.html Second fight:
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,4613.0.html***
KAYLA VS MARIE 3: THE FINAL CONFLICT by Marie
(Written from Kayla's perspective)
It’s been eating away at me. It’s become an obsession that I must overcome.
I lost a fight to Marie. I still can’t believe I did, but it happened. We have had two catfights. I won the first….that I can believe. But I lost the second to that cheap little slut and my mind just can’t accept it. I called her at school and told her that we needed a rubber match to settle this once and for all.
“Sure, Kayla,” she laughed. “I beat you once and I’ll do it again, so come on down. You’ll have to travel to my campus because I have classes.”
We agreed that I would meet her in her dorm room on Sunday.
“And Marie,” I said, “You beat me in front of a crowd of people. I’m going to return the favor. I want you to bring some of your friends to watch.”
“Okay,” answered Marie, “But I can’t fit more than three or four people in my room.”
“That’s fine,” I agreed. “Your friends are going to see you get your ass kicked. Oh, and you need to dress up for this. I’m going to.”
“No problem, Kayla,” chuckled Marie. “By the time I’m done with you, my friends will be looking up your dress as you lay unconscious on the floor.”
Marie sounded so confident that it made me angry just to think about it. But I understood something: part of her show of arrogance was a psychological ploy to take me out of my game plan. As much as it shames me to admit it, her strategy worked during our last fight. Her mind games got me so upset that I completely abandoned the fighting tactics that I usually employ. I was throwing wild punches like a sixth-grader in a schoolyard brawl, wearing myself out and uselessly expending my energy. Marie presented herself as a helpless, overmatched little girl against the big, bad bully in order to get the crowd of onlookers rooting for her.
And it worked! I have done some of my best fighting in front of hostile crowds, yet I fell prey to Marie’s tactics and worried so much about impressing the people watching us that I fought ineffectively. This time, I will do what I do best. And I will win.
Driving down to her school, I could think of nothing else but our impending fight. Since I am writing this story for other people to read, I want it to be a truthful and accurate account. So, I have to admit that I was thinking many negative thoughts as I drove. Part of it had to do with the feminine, maternal side that exists in me. During a fight, that side had never before surfaced. Yet, both times I fought Marie, that aspect of my personality did make an appearance. During our first fight, after totally annihilating her, I carried the unconscious girl to her bed and “tucked her in.” I’m sure she must have wondered why I didn’t make love to her…..I know I wanted to.
Yet, the maternal side of me saw her as a helpless, defeated little girl and I ended up wanting only to take care of her. I don’t know if she was aware of it, but when I put her to bed, I kissed her on the forehead before I left her room….a parental action if ever there was one.
The second fight evoked similar feelings, even though they presented themselves in a different manner. I lost the fight, and I’m not going to try to fool you (or myself) by saying that I was holding back because of my maternal feelings toward her. In fact, I was trying to hit her as hard as I could. No, the problem is what I felt in the days after the fight. It was a nervous, almost helpless feeling inside me, knowing that I had been defeated by such a small girl. It stemmed from the fact that I hadn’t even considered the possibility that I could lose to Marie. I have beaten females much larger than me, and even a few larger males in the past, and my thinking before tangling with Marie was that I wanted to defeat her without hurting her too badly. When Marie beat me, I couldn’t reconcile my feelings before the match with the reality of what had happened.
How can you destroy someone whom you want to protect?
The car trip down was doing me good, having a cathartic effect on my thinking. I decided that if Marie was capable of beating me last time, then I need not worry about how badly I might hurt her. Let her play her mind games. Nothing was going to stop me from crushing her into defeat this time.
As I drove onto the campus, I was feeling great. I knew I looked good in a Diane von Furstenberg knit jersey dress, which was elegant, yet comfortable. I love to dress up when I fight….how crazy does that sound? But let’s face it; catfighting is sensuous and looking good helps a girl feel sexy.
When Marie opened her door in response to my knock, however, I felt dismayed. She was dressed in a Jill Stuart original; a silk dress that cost $600 if it cost a dime. When she saw me staring at it, she smiled broadly, knowing that she had achieved the effect that she wanted. Already, her mind games were starting.
Then, I looked at her shoes and saw that she was wearing a pair of Stuart Weitzman shoes that retailed for $250! With her eyes focused on me, she took the shoes off and I saw that her feet were bare. One doesn’t wear Weitzmans over bare feet; it just isn’t done. I understood two things about Marie’s actions; (1) her defiance of convention in not wearing nylons with such shoes was aimed to put me down by showing that she needn’t follow rules when dealing with me and (2) by wearing those shoes only long enough to meet me at the door, she was trying to show that she felt she was superior to me. My face burned with anger.
Then, I looked into the room and saw whom she was showing off for. Sitting on the two beds were four of her friends, three girls and one guy. I was shocked to find that I knew the guy….he was a fellow who called himself Howard Cosell, a noted writer of female fighting stories. It was no accident that Marie had asked him here. He knew about Marie beating me in the last fight and Marie knew I was aware of that. She smiled at me, knowing that her psychology was starting to work.
When it came to mind games, though, one thing might be working in my favor. Now that they had caught a glimpse of me, her friends’ faces reflected a certain amount of concern, maybe even fear. They could see that I was so much bigger than Marie and the great shape I was in, and it worried them. I hoped that Marie would pick up on their uneasiness and stop feeling so sure of herself.
It was time to get it on. As Marie and I readied to do battle, I went over my fight plan: (1)Don’t underestimate her….don’t foolishly believe that she can’t hurt me, because she proved last time that she could (2)Don’t think about the people who were watching and don’t concern myself that they would be rooting for my opponent, because I already knew they would (3)Don’t get out of control….keep my temper in check (4)Show no mercy when I hurt her (5)Watch out for those leg scissors holds of hers because she could really wear me out with them (6) Most importantly, don't get distracted. In the last fight, Marie took advantage every time I lost focus. When I stopped for a moment to kick off my shoes during that fight, she attacked me. So this time, I took them before the fight started.
Going over these points in my mind helped me to attain focus. I stopped thinking about Marie trying to get my goat with her expensive dress and shoes.
As we approached each other, Marie immediately started to play her mind games. When she was just a few inches from me, she raised her right arm above her head, as if to engage me in a test of strength. She wanted to distract me by making me look at her upraised hand. Not falling for that, I flicked out a quick jab and smacked her above the right eye. It was solid shot and it caused her to reach for her eye. I followed with a knee to her stomach and a hard slap to her face. She bounced back two paces, looking wide-eyed and shocked. My spirits soared but I remembered to keep my emotions in check and not start firing wild shots in an effort to finish her quickly. Instead, I stepped toward her and grasped her head with both my hands. I shoved roughly on her forehead and sent her stumbling backward toward a file cabinet. Her back smacked against the drawers, making a loud, metallic bang that hurt her.
Her four friends gasped. Despite what Marie must have told them about catfighting, they expected to see controlled wrestling rather than the violent hitting they had just witnessed. Howard Cosell rose from the bed and approached me.
“Kayla,” he implored, “There’s no need to treat Marie like………”
Before he could say another word, I turned to him and launched a vicious sidekick that caught him squarely on the chin. He went down like a shot and didn’t get up. I realized that this action made me look even more dangerous. It certainly scared the hell out of the three girls sitting on the bed, and I hoped it intimidated Marie, too.
I turned to the girls and said;
“Okay, then. In case any of you get the idea of interfering in this fight, you’d better……….”
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The next thing I knew, I was lying flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling.
It was Marie. While I was distracted, she had attacked with blinding speed, smashing me with a punch that I had never seen because I had been looking at her friends instead of where I should have been looking.
DAMN IT! I cursed myself for forgetting that I couldn’t give Marie even a second’s opening. But there was no time to chastise myself for that now. Marie had leaped on my prone body and, straddling me, aimed a series of hard punches at my face. I was dazed but still sharp enough to start throwing punches back. Several of her shots hurt me, but my arms were longer than hers and I began to connect with her face. I landed a punch to her eye that stopped her cold and forced her to lean backward. When she did, I planted my foot on her chest and shoved hard. The girl was super-determined, but she was no heavyweight, and she went flying across the room. I got up as quickly as I could and scrambled toward her, but Marie was quicker. She rose to her feet first and caught me coming in. She twisted to the side, got an arm around my waist, tossing me over her hip. I went flying and landed hard on my back. Like a flash, Marie was on me, sitting on my face. My air was completely cut off, I could see nothing and hear nothing. It was as if I was wrapped in a cocoon. You would think that I might panic and flail in this situation but, strangely, it had the opposite effect. I felt a sense of calm wash over me and it helped me to think. My first thought: she was doing it to me again. My second thought: Calm down! Think of your strategy, don’t act rashly. Trust in your fighting heart and ability. Trust in your lithe, powerful body. Her mind games can’t work if you don’t let them.
Marie didn’t know it, but I was smiling even as I was trapped under her. I got my hands under her butt and lifted her in the air! While lying on my back, I threw her tiny body into the closet door eight feet away! She hit the door face first and crumpled to the floor.
