The gym is silent, the only light spilling from a few overhead lamps directly onto the octagonal ring with its stark blue canvas mat. The air is thick with the scent of rubber and cleaning solution. There is no one else here to witness what is about to happen, just you (acting as referee) and the two fighters.
First, Laura makes her entrance. She walks with a confident strut, her toned, athletic body moving with a predatory grace. Her long, dark brunette hair is tied back in a neat bob, a functional but stylish choice. She wears a black athletic bra and matching shorts, the privileged Home Counties accent in her voice cutting through the stillness as she offers a self-assured smirk and a knowing nod in your direction. You tell her to make it an "exhibition of humiliation" and to seek tears. She smiles in response, her eyes already fixed on her opponent, a killer instinct glinting within them.
Then, Kadi enters the ring, the lioness of Sierra Leone. Her athletic frame, intense as dark chocolate, seems to hold a coiled energy. Her long black hair is braided tightly, and a determined look is etched on her face. She is shorter than Laura, and her 140lbs give her a stocky, powerful look compared to Laura's leaner 135lbs. Her hybrid African/Bristolian accent is barely audible as she mutters reassurances to herself. When you give her the instruction to "beat up a posh English bitch," a flicker of raw determination crosses her features. She glares at Laura, her high emotional volatility and impatience to be taken seriously by those older than her a visible force in her stance.
The two women meet in the centre of the ring. Laura, with her 5'9" height and longer limbs, looks down slightly at 5’6” Kadi, a taunting glint in her eyes. Kadi meets her gaze without flinching. The air between them crackles with a tension born of differential circumstance and the weight of your words. Laura speaks first, her low, privileged tenor a deliberate provocation. "Don't disappoint me," she says, a slight smirk playing on her lips. Kadi's response is swift and guttural. "I'm not the one who'll be leaving here disappointed, princess," she snarls, her hybrid burr thick with disdain.
They return to their corners as the tension builds. The excitement of fighters about to trade blows for the first time is not unlike the excitement of new lovers about to caress.
The bell clangs, its lonely sound reverberating through the vast, silent gym. Kadi wastes no time, her impatience and rage at being underestimated boiling over. She closes the distance in a flash, her braided hair whipping behind her as she barrels toward Laura. She is a storm of raw physicality, her shorter, denser frame a kinetic blur of motion. She exhales a grunt of pure frustration, swinging a wild, powerful slap that catches Laura squarely on the side of her stomach. The sound is a sharp crack in the quiet room, followed by a second, harder punch to the ribs. Laura, initially startled by the ferocity of the attack, stumbles back a step, a flicker of genuine surprise on her face and Kadi presses her advantage.
But Laura is not so easily overwhelmed. Her tactical intelligence is a finely honed weapon, and her retreat is a calculated manoeuvre, not a rout. She uses her height and reach to create space, her long arms acting as a barrier. As Kadi lunges forward for another strike, Laura deftly sidesteps, her hand shooting out to grab a handful of Kadi’s braided hair. Kadi’s head is pulled back, her momentum instantly arrested, and for the first time, a look of genuine panic flashes in her eyes. Laura's grip is impossibly strong, and she uses it to wrench Kadi into a helpless position against the turnbuckle. The taunting smile returns to Laura's face, now more pronounced than before. This isn't just about winning; it's about making a point, a display of humiliation.
With Kadi's head held fast, Laura begins a slow, deliberate assault. She delivers a series of hard slaps to Kadi’s limbs and torso, each one sounding like a drumbeat in the still air. "Is this all you've got?" Laura whispers into Kadi's ear, her privileged accent a sharp contrast to the brutal force of her actions. Kadi struggles desperately, her raw power and determination clashing with Laura’s superior leverage and tactical control. She tries to punch and kick, but her movements are clumsy and ineffective, hampered by the relentless pressure being applied to her head. The humiliation is visible on Kadi’s face in that corner of the octagon, her pride wounded, her breathing becoming ragged and panicked. Laura's showmanship is on full display as she prolongs the moment, relishing the visible torment of her opponent.
The bell rings, ending the round and freeing Kadi from Laura’s grasp. Kadi stumbles away, her chest heaving, a flush of dark marks visible on her torso and a few strands of hair pulled loose from the braid. Laura, on the other hand, shows no signs of exertion. She simply smiles, a bead of sweat tracing a path down her cheek as she walks calmly to her corner, already looking forward to the next round of her exhibition.
DAMAGE REPORT: Kadi has several welts across her torso and limbs. Her breathing is heavy, and she looks emotionally shaken. Laura is unmarked and shows no signs of fatigue.
Advice to Laura: "Imperious as ever, you bitch! I want to see you make this girl sob in a corner." Advice to Kadi: "You look like you're out of your depth here, Kade. Want me to stop it before she really punishes you?"
Laura smiles at your advice, her face a mask of effortless confidence. "Don't you worry," she says, her voice a low, melodic purr. "I've only just begun my masterpiece." She seems to relish the challenge, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of showmanship and genuine menace.
Kadi, however, reacts with a furious, defiant snarl. Your words strike a nerve, hitting her deeply rooted insecurity. Her shoulders tense, her jaw clenches, and she shakes her head fiercely. "You'll stop nothing!" she spits, her thick accent making the words a raw challenge. "I'll do what I have to do here, and you can watch." Her emotional volatility is on full display, transforming the doubt you tried to sow into a raging furnace of pure, unadulterated fury. She paces her corner like a caged animal, unable to stay still.
The bell rings again, a sharp, clean sound. This time, Kadi doesn't simply charge; she stalks forward with a more measured, yet still aggressive, pace. She has a singular focus now: to get inside of Laura’s reach and make her pay for the humiliation of the last round. Laura, seeing the shift in Kadi’s demeanour, remains calm and composed. She meets Kadi in the centre of the ring, her longer arms acting as a piston, keeping Kadi at bay with quick, stinging body punches. The blows land with a dull thud against Kadi’s athletic frame, creating fresh marks on an already bruising torso. Laura's strategy is clear: wear her opponent down with calculated strikes, a slow and methodical torment designed to break her spirit.
Kadi’s anger, however, gives her an almost superhuman resilience. She grits her teeth against the pain and continues to press forward, her feet moving in a frantic, determined rhythm. She ducks under a wide slap and finally gets inside Laura's range, her arms wrapping around Laura's waist. The deserted gym is filled with the sounds of their struggle, the grunts of exertion, the slap of skin, and the scuffing of their feet on the canvas. Kadi, with her heavier frame, uses her strength to her advantage in the clinch, driving her weight forward and forcing Laura to brace.
Kadi doesn't just hold on, though. She drives her knee up, a sharp, jarring blow to Laura’s thigh. Laura lets out a soft, surprised grunt, but Kadi is relentless. Another knee strike lands, and then another, the repetitive impact a deliberate and painful assault. Laura's tactical intelligence kicks in, and she attempts to disengage, but Kadi’s determination is a force of nature. For the first time, a look of frustration crosses Laura’s face, her privileged Home Counties poise starting to crack under the relentless, close-quarters assault. The tables have turned, and Kadi is now the one controlling the pace, her breathing ragged but her will unbroken.
The bell rings, ending the round with the two fighters locked in close embrace, Kadi’s knee pressed against Laura’s body. They reluctantly separate, both showing the effects of the hard-fought round.
DAMAGE REPORT: Laura has deep red marks on her inner thighs from Kadi’s knees. Her composure is slightly ruffled. Kadi is breathing heavily, but the defiance in her eyes is stronger than ever. The bruises on her dark chocolate torso are darker still.
Advice to Kadi: "Fuck. You turned that around, didn't you. That shook her up." Advice to Laura: "She just gave you a reminder, that's all. You're still the toughest bitch in that ring. Make her pay for what she just did to you."
Kadi’s eyes widen slightly at your words, a flash of vindication in their depths. The praise, raw and unfiltered, confirms that her defiance wasn't for nothing. She nods, a single, decisive motion, her breathing still laboured but her will hardened. The exhaustion is there, a heavy weight on her shoulders, but your acknowledgment has poured fresh determination into her veins. She is no longer just fighting; she is proving a point.
Laura's reaction is different. She listens to your words, a flicker of cold rage passing over her face as you tell her Kadi's attack was just a "reminder." The implication is not lost on her. She is not the one who needs a reminder; she is the one who gives them. Her pride, her killer instinct, and her deep-seated sadism are all awakened. She looks across the ring at Kadi, a cold, predatory glint in her eyes. "Oh, she'll pay," Laura murmurs to herself, her low tenor voice laced with venom.
The bell for Round 3 rings. This time, there is no mad rush from Kadi. The dynamic has shifted. Laura, using her superior tactical intelligence, immediately takes the centre of the ring, controlling the space. She moves with a newfound purpose, her footwork crisp and her body a weapon. She is a fencer to Kadi’s brawler. Laura's longer reach keeps Kadi on the outside, and she begins her assault with a series of quick, stinging kicks to Kadi's legs, targeting the thighs and the area around her knees. Each kick is a deliberate act of vengeance, a direct response to the punishment she received last round. Kadi absorbs the blows, a spike of pain evident in the slight wince on her face, but she presses forward, her determination an unbreakable shield against the assault.
Kadi struggles to close the distance. Laura is too nimble, too calculating, and Kadi’s low stamina is starting to show. Her movements are a fraction slower, her pursuit of Laura less relentless. She takes a hard slap to the side of her body, and the sound is sharper this time, a testament to her cumulative damage. Laura, sensing the tide turning back in her favour, whispers a taunt. "Tired already? This is supposed to be fun."
But Kadi’s wild, defiant spirit cannot be contained. She sees an opening, a moment when Laura's footwork leaves her too near the ropes. Kadi lunges forward, not with a clumsy attack, but with a calculated desperation. She gets her arms around Laura's body, pinning her against the turnbuckle. The positions are reversed, but the energy is different. Kadi’s breathing is ragged, but her body is a furnace of heat and fury. She drives her knees repeatedly into Laura's thighs and body, the blows more frantic and less powerful than before, but no less painful. Laura grunts in pain, her composure finally beginning to break. She tries to push Kadi away, but Kadi holds on, refusing to let go.
The bell rings, ending the round. Kadi lets go, and both fighters stumble back to their corners, breathing heavily.
DAMAGE REPORT: Laura has a visible pattern of new bruises forming on her thighs and torso, a testament to Kadi's relentless close-quarters assault. Kadi’s body is a roadmap of dark welts and bruises. Her breathing is very heavy, and she is clearly fatigued, but her eyes burn with an unyielding fire.
Advice to Laura: "I thought you were going to wipe the floor with her. Instead, it's turning into a war. You're going to have to dig deep now, Laura. She senses the upset is coming." Advice to Kadi: "You're tired Kadi but I've never seen Laura as damaged as this. You could really cause an upset here."
Laura's face tightens at your words, a flash of pure indignation in her eyes. The idea of an "upset" is a profound insult to her sense of superiority. She nods slowly, a cold, hard look settling on her features. This is no longer a performance; it is a desperate, brutal war, and she intends to be the victor. The taunting smirk is gone, replaced by a grim determination.
Kadi, on the other hand, absorbs your words like a sponge. The acknowledgment of her efforts and the belief that she could make Laura taste defeat for the first time ignites a fire within her. She takes a few deep breaths, her exhaustion still heavy but her spirit now soaring. She clenches her fists, her knuckles pale, and meets Laura's gaze from across the ring, her own defiance now laced with a potent, tangible hope.
The bell for Round 4 rings, and the atmosphere in the silent gym has changed. There is no bravado, only a desperate struggle for dominance. Laura, her tactical mind now focused solely on survival and victory, begins the round by moving with a fluidity she hasn't yet shown. She is a whirlwind of calculated violence, her long limbs striking out with vicious slaps to Kadi’s arms and shoulders, a relentless attempt to keep Kadi from getting inside. The blows are sharp, hard, and intended to cause maximum cumulative damage. Kadi's arms are already bruised from the previous rounds, and the new slaps land with sickening cracks.
Kadi, however, has found her rhythm. She is no longer just a bull charging a matador. She uses the pain as fuel, ducking and weaving, her shorter, sturdier frame making a difficult target. She manages to slip inside Laura's reach, and the two women fall into a ferocious, close-quarters brawl. The air fills with the sharp sound of slaps to the torso and body punches that land with a dull thud. This is where Kadi is most comfortable, and she uses her greater weight to her advantage, relentlessly driving into Laura, pushing her back against the ropes. From across the ring, Laura’s defensive posture leaves her almost eclipsed by the dark brown muscularity of Kadi’s back, glistening with the sweat of glorious war. From what one can see of her, Laura's Home Counties poise is gone, replaced by the grimace of a woman fighting for her life. She is forced to return the blows, a desperate attempt to fend off Kadi's furious assault.
The momentum shifts violently, with both women trading savage blows. Kadi lands a powerful body punch that makes Laura gasp for air, her knees buckling for a moment. Laura retaliates with a series of hard slaps, one of which catches Kadi's cheek with a thunderous crack. The smack echoes through the empty gym, and a tiny, thin line of red appears on Kadi's lower lip. A faint glimmer of tears of frustration and pain appears in Kadi's eyes.
But Laura’s retaliation is short-lived. Kadi uses her raw strength to lock Laura's arms against the ropes, then drives her knee up with a burst of her remaining energy. The strike lands squarely on the fleshy part of Laura's side as she turns to cower from the blow, and Laura lets out a pained, guttural grunt. Kadi immediately follows with another knee, then another. The sound of the blows is brutal, and Laura finally breaks, a cry of pain escaping her lips. She can't take any more. With a desperate move, Laura taps Kadi's back to signal her submission. You dive into rescue Laura, forcing Kadi to release her. Reluctantly stepping back, Kadi watches with surprise and satisfaction as her previously invincible rival slumps to the canvas. Laura has never been taken into such deep waters by any woman.
Your count begins. "“One!...Two!...Three!..." Kadi, breathing heavily and with a mix of fury and confusion on her face. Laura, clutching her bruised side, clambers to her knees. "...Four!...Five!...Six!" She tries to shake the cobwebs from her head. Laura is visibly – shockingly - damaged, her face pale and her breathing shallow. "...Seven!...Eight!" With a supreme effort, she plants one foot on the canvas, her body trembling. "Nine!" And finally, she is staggers to both feet, leaning heavily against the ropes, her Home Counties composure completely shattered. The pain is etched into every line on her face, a mix of agony and disbelief. You scrutinise Laura carefully and briefly consider stopping the contest before waving on Kadi from the opposite side of the ring, an African Queen salivating at the prospect of brutally finishing her rival.
Laura may be on her feet, but Kadi’s rage and determination has made her a physical force. She charges forward, eyes fixed on Laura, the scent of victory in her nostrils. She wants to finish this. But to her great frustration the round ends before she can close in for the kill. Rescued and confused, Laura needs the ropes to find her way back to her corner.
DAMAGE REPORT: Laura is heavily bruised across her body and thighs. Her composure is completely shattered, replaced by a mixture of shock and pain. She is breathing shallowly and is clearly on the verge of exhaustion. Kadi has a small, superficial cut on her lower lip and her body is a roadmap of bruises, but she is mentally galvanized by the submission and the prospect of an upset victory.
Advice to Laura: "WHAT is going on here Laura? She's taking you apart. You need to change tactics. Go low, grab her legs, take her down and get on top. You're going to win this on the ground now. I think you’re quicker and more agile and she can't punch you when she's on the floor. If you can, mount her and then you can rain down blows." Advice to Kadi: "She's ready to go. She only just made that count. You can cause an amazing upset here. Finish her!"
The shock on Laura's face at your words is palpable. She nods slowly, her gaze fixed on the canvas, taking deep breaths. Your tactical advice about going to the ground registers, a lifeline in a fight that is slipping away from her. The humiliation of being forced to tap out is a fresh wound, and she recognizes that her original plan of a calculated, dominant performance has failed. A flicker of cold determination slowly returns to her eyes; this is now about survival, and she will do whatever it takes to win.
Kadi’s reaction is a potent mix of exhaustion and triumph. Your words confirm her belief that she is on the cusp of an incredible upset. She nods in satisfaction at her own work and takes a deep, ragged breath, as a smile of pure, unadulterated defiance lights up her face. Her body is screaming in protest from the punishment she has absorbed, but her mind is a laser, focused on one thing: finishing the fight. Finishing Laura. She stares across the ring at her opponent, her eyes burning with almost feral intensity.
The bell for Round 5 rings, and the atmosphere is electric with the tension of a potential finish. Laura, however, does not meet Kadi in the centre of the ring. She moves with a new, low centre of gravity, her eyes locked on Kadi's legs. Kadi, seeing this, adjusts her stance, wary of a takedown attempt.
Laura feints a body slap, and as Kadi raises her arms to block, Laura suddenly ducks low, shooting in for a double-leg takedown. Kadi, caught by surprise, is unable to sprawl in time. Laura’s superior agility and gym-girl fitness allow her to drive through with surprising speed, and Kadi is lifted off her feet, her body a dead weight for a moment before she crashes hard onto the blue canvas mat with a heavy thud.
Laura immediately follows her down, scrambling to achieve a dominant position. Kadi, momentarily dazed by the impact, struggles to prevent Laura from gaining control. However, Laura's experience and tactical nous on the ground are superior. She uses her longer limbs and quick movements to lock Kadi's legs and trap her arms. Kadi, a fish out of water, struggles, her raw strength and fury no match for Laura’s focused, deliberate technique. With a final, desperate push, Laura manages to slip over Kadi’s hips and mount her.
The humiliation begins. Laura is on top, her weight pressing Kadi into the mat. Kadi’s struggle starts to become frantic and panicked, her face a mask of shock and disbelief. Her trash talk, once so defiant, is now reduced to a series of grunts as Laura begins to rain down closed-fist blows to her torso and arms. The sound of the punches is sickeningly rhythmic, a final, brutal drumbeat of Laura’s vengeance. Kadi twists and turns, her eyes now truly welling up with tears of pain, shame, and impotent fury. The humiliation is not just physical; it is psychological, a complete reversal of fortune. Laura's face is a cold, impassive mask as she continues her brutal work, a look of grim satisfaction in her eyes.
The beating continues for almost a full minute and this time you is scrutinise Kadi for signs of distress. Just as it seems the fight is about to end, the bell rings, bringing the round to a close and saving Kadi from an inevitable knockout, one which no-one would have predicted three minutes earlier. Laura, her breathing back under control, dismounts with a predatory elegance, a thin line of sweat tracing a path down her body. She looks at Kadi, a smirk returning to her lips, a look that says "I told you so". Kadi remains on the ground, curled up into a foetal position, sobbing uncontrollably.
DAMAGE REPORT: Laura is physically tired but mentally rejuvenated. She has a renewed sense of purpose and control. Kadi is a shattered wreck. Her body is a patchwork of bruises and welts. She is curled up in a corner, sobbing, her pride and spirit completely broken by the humiliation of the ground and pound.
Advice to Laura: "You nearly finished her there. The change of strategy turned this match around. There are still 3 rounds left for you to get an equalising submission, but I think she's ready to be knocked out in the next round. Same again. Make sure you humiliate her and break her spirit. If she's covering up her face when you're on top of her, wrap your hands around those braids and make every follicle in her body scream for mercy." Advice to Kadi: "This isn't over Kadi. Pull yourself together. She scents blood now, but you nearly had her. You're still up on submissions. Let's see the warrior in you."
Laura, hearing your words, nods with grim satisfaction. The venom in her eyes is now a palpable force. The thought of getting another submission, of a knockout, and the specific, humiliating act you have suggested for her fills her with a cold, renewed purpose. This is no longer a fight for her; it is a final act of revenge, a way to reclaim her lost sense of superiority and inflict the ultimate shame upon her opponent.
Kadi, still curled on the canvas, shudders at your words, but they act like a cold splash of water to the face. The shock of being dominated on the ground, the tears of shame and pain, are now being replaced by a seething, white-hot rage. She is a warrior, a lioness, and you have reminded her of that. She pushes herself up, her body trembling with exhaustion and pain, but her eyes are no longer filled with tears. They are burning with a primal fury. The war is not over, and she will not be the one to give up.
The bell for Round 6 rings, and this time, Kadi moves first, but not with her earlier aggression. She moves with a focused, almost desperate energy, a last-ditch effort to land a decisive blow. She is tired, her movements are slower, but her strikes still carry weight. She throws a series of wide, looping slaps to Laura's body, hoping to catch her off-balance. Laura, however, is a different fighter now. She is more cautious, more tactical, and her goal is clear: get Kadi back to the ground. She deflects Kadi's wilder strikes, and as Kadi overextends on a slap, Laura seizes the opportunity.
Laura ducks under the wild blow and shoots in low again, her movements fluid and practiced. She wraps her arms around Kadi's legs and, with a final burst of energy, drives Kadi back to the canvas. The two fighters hit the mat with a jarring thud, and Laura, with a grim determination, immediately moves to secure the mount position again. Kadi is trapped once more, her struggles desperate but futile against Laura's superior ground technique.
On top, Laura does not immediately rain down blows. She locks Kadi's body with her legs, securing the position completely. A cruel smile plays on her lips as she leans in close, her breath hot on Kadi’s ear. "This is for the 'upset'," she whispers, her voice a low, mocking hiss. Then, just as you instructed, she reaches forward, her hands wrapping around the thick braids of Kadi's hair. Kadi's eyes go wide with shock and pain, and she cries out as Laura pulls back, her grip firm, the pressure on Kadi's scalp and neck excruciating as her chin is forced against her collarbone. With Kadi's head held fast, Laura begins her punishment. She delivers a series of closed-fist punches to the torso, each one a drum beat in the silent room. Then she relaxes Kadi’s head and focuses open-handed slaps on both sides of the African’s face. Kadi squirms, her hands attempting to protect her face, but with shoulders pinned, she is completely helpless. The slaps continue, a relentless, deliberate, and humiliating assault on her once-proud demeanour.
A series of panicked sobs escape from Kadi’s body. The tears are flowing freely now, not just from the pain, but from the humiliation of the moment. She is broken. The "warrior" is being defeated. Laura sees this, her eyes glinting with victory. She delivers one final, hard slap to Kadi’s body, and Kadi’s body goes limp, her sobs turning into a quiet, desperate whimper. ‘Stop!’ you shout, waving off the contest to save the younger woman from further unnecessary punishment. The knockout is complete, Kadi’s physical body having given out under Laura’s relentless psychological and physical assault. No need for a count. It’s over.
MATCH VICTORY: KNOCKOUT
The bell rings, but it is an afterthought. Laura dismounts, her breathing heavy but her composure completely restored. Kadi remains motionless on the canvas, her body a beaten and broken mess, her sobs echoing in the empty gym. Laura stands over her, looking down with an imperious, triumphant stare.
The silence of the empty gym is broken only by the sound of Kadi's quiet, broken sobs. Laura stands tall, her chest still heaving from the exertion, a thin line of sweat on her brow. I take her hand, its knuckles bruised and scraped, and raise it high into the air.
"The winner, of one of the gutsiest wars ever witnessed in a catfight ring," you declare, your voice ringing in the stillness, "stopping her opponent by Knockout after 2 minutes and 50 seconds of Round 6.... the Indomitable, the Invincible and STILL undefeated... Laura!"
