In this hot story by Roberto, I seek revenge against Louise who defeated me in my Debut fight at Mr Chain's because I'd made the bad mistake of underestimating her - go to
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,3826.0.htmlIt also features the lovely Monique. Hope you enjoy - please comment!
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Kayla
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SEEKING REVENGE: KAYLA VS LOUISE
By Roberto
Kayla was still in bed when her telephone rang. She yawned and stretched her lithe muscles before picking up the receiver. “Hello?” she said, stifling another yawn.
“Kayla, it’s me, Monique,” said the tall French-African beauty.
“Monique?”
“You remember me, don’t you?”
Kayla sat up in bed. “Of course I remember you. I was just surprised to hear your voice.”
“You might be even more surprised to know that I’m in town. I came back to visit relatives and will be here for a week.”
“How wonderful,” said Kayla.
“I know it’s short notice, but I’d like to see you while I’m here.”
“I have a fight this evening, but after that….”
“A fight?” said Monique. “You should give that up. A pretty girl like you getting herself beat up….and for what?....a few minutes of fame or weeks of humiliation?”
“Don’t be so cynical,” said Kayla. “Win or lose, fighting is a rush.”
Monique smiled. “There are better ways to get the job done.”
“Hold that thought,” said Kayla. “Where are you?”
“At the Hyatt near the airport.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
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“You have a lovely place, Kayla,” said Monique as she looked out the window at Kayla’s flat later that day. It was raining outside, a perfect time to curl up in bed with a good book or a very good friend. It was the latter that Monique mentioned to Kayla.
“I feel so bad,” Kayla replied, placing her arm around Monique’s waist. “I’m one of those persons that believes a fighter should never have sex before a match. Something about sapping one’s energy.”
“You know I can’t watch your fight,” said Monique, somewhat mollified. “It would kill me to see another woman beating on you.”
Kayla smiled. “I don’t intend to let this one get that close,” she said.
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Kayla arrived at the arena an hour before her fight, her stomach full of butterflies. Her opponent was a woman that she had lost to in the U.S. The humiliation from that defeat, a fight she should have easily won, was still fresh in her mind. She could still taste the salt water she’d been forced to swallow during that beachside match.
Her rival was a 39 year old Brit named Louise who weighed in at 122 pounds and stood 5’ 2” tall. The sexy, petite woman was known for her come from behind wins over much younger women, a fact of which Kayla was keenly aware.
Alone in her dressing room, Kayla stripped naked then put on her lucky outfit, a skimpy yellow bikini with a bandeau top and a ‘barely there’ thong for a bottom. She’d never lost when wearing the scandalously brief affair and she hoped her string of good fortune would continue.
Before donning her robe, Kayla took one last look at herself in the mirror, admiring the way her 36A-25-33 figure fit into the yellow bikini. At 23 years of age, 5’ 9” tall and dark-headed, Kayla was a stunner, a genuine crowd-pleaser.
She ran her hands over her pert breasts, feeling the nipples become hard beneath her palms. Fighting always made her feel sexy, and tonight was no different. All of that exposed flesh, the intimate, sweaty contact with another half-naked woman and thrill of the competition, combined to make a powerful aphrodisiac.
Just then her trainer stepped into the room. “It’s time, Kayla,” he said. Kayla nodded her head then slipped on her robe, a black satin affair with her name embroidered on the back in bold yellow letters.
She left the dressing room and started down the long hall that led to the arena. “Remember what I told you,” her trainer said. “You have several inches in height and reach on Louise, so don’t let her get inside….keep her at a distance with your jabs…use your leg kicks…wear her down…and when she gets tired, lay her out.”
Stepping into the packed arena, Kayla stopped and threw up her arms, her fists clenched as she looked up at her fans. The crowd saw her and went wild, the roar from their raised voices ringing in her ears.
She jogged easily down the aisle, stepped up onto the mat, ducked beneath the ropes and pranced around the ring, her robe parted in front to reveal her shapely, well-tanned body, all to the delight of the hometown crowd.
Then the cheers turned to boos and catcalls as Louise made her entrance. Kayla watched disinterestedly as the diminutive Brit strutted proudly toward the ring, flashing as much skin as she could, flaunting her tiny but sexy body for all to see. She slipped beneath the ropes and marched defiantly around the ring with her hands raised above her head, waving at the rowdy spectators and eliciting another round of jeers.
She paused in front of Kayla and glared at her. “Enjoy the moment, bitch, because I’m going to ruin the rest of your evening.”
“Screw you, you half-grown Limey,” spat Kayla. “I’m going to send you home in a box.”
The announcer grabbed the overhead mike and pulled it down to speak. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the main FFF event of the evening. Making her seventh appearance in the Catfight Division, coming to us all the way from jolly old England, at 39 years of age, standing 5’ 2” tall and weighing in at a svelte 122 lbs., please welcome the always sexy, Louise!”
Once again, as the bright lights illuminated her ivory hued flesh, Louise waved her arms above her head as the crowd whistled and booed her. She thrust her hips out suggestively and grabbed her crotch, sending the antagonistic throng into an angry frenzy.
It took a full five minutes for the noise to subside enough for the announcer to introduce Kayla. “Ladies and gentlemen, Louise’s opponent this evening, making her ninth FFF appearance, comes to us from right here in South Africa. At 23 years of age, 5’ 9” tall and weighing a delightful 140 lbs., let’s welcome the comely lass known to us all as Kayla!”
Kayla’s introduction drew a loud, standing ovation, much to the chagrin of Louise, who was forced to stand and watch as her opponent tossed off her black robe and strutted around the ring, seductively swaying her shapely hips, her bright yellow bikini standing out in stark contrast against her deeply tanned skin.
Kayla smiled and waved at the crowd before turning around and shaking her ass provocatively at Louise. Furious, Louise flipped Kayla the finger and shouted a string of her favorite expletives.
When the noise finally subsided, the announcer brought the two women to the center of the ring. “Ladies, for tonight’s bout, there will be no rules, no timed rounds, no referee. You will fight until one of you declares that you are unable to continue. If you are rendered unconscious, your trainer must signal that you are finished. Do you understand?”
The two women, glaring hotly at one another, nodded their assent, then returned to their respective corners. As soon as the announcer stepped out of the ring, the bell rang and the fight was on.
Typical of her style, the aggressive fighter from the U.K. rushed at Kayla, hoping to knock her down early and pound her senseless. But Kayla was prepared for the tactic, sidestepping the feisty Brit and driving a fist deep into her belly. With a loud OOOOF!, Louise doubled over and grabbed her stomach.
With her opponent gasping for breath, Kayla quickly laced her fingers together and drove her clenched hands downward, striking Louise at the base of her skull. The tiny woman’s eyes lost focus and she dropped to the mat face down.
“Get up, bitch!” yelled Kayla. “Get up so I can pound your face to a pulp.”
Kayla’s trainer had advised her to end the fight quickly to avoid any chance of another come from behind win by Louise, but Kayla wanted her revenge to last. She wanted the Englishwoman to suffer, to go home with the worst defeat in her short career.
Finally, Louise pushed herself up on all fours, watching Kayla all the time to avoid a foot strike or worse. She need not have bothered as Kayla wanted her up on her feet. She wanted to look Louise in the eye as she punched her lights out.
“This is going to be a long night for you, sweetheart,” said Kayla as Louise regained her senses.
“Bite my arse!” yelled the Brit as she came at Kayla a little more cautiously. She faked a jab at Kayla’s belly, followed up with another fake jab at her chest and then swung an overhand right that missed Kayla’s chin by several inches. Kayla stepped in quickly and drove her fist into Louise’s mouth, splitting her lips in a shower of bright red blood.
Staggered, Louise remained on her feet, bobbing and weaving as she looked for an opening. Kayla kept her at bay with occasional jabs to the chest and forehead, frustrating her and forcing her to take another tactic.
Louise stepped in quickly, dodged a wicked right, then caught Kayla with a surprise jab to her left breast. Kayla grunted and countered with a knee to Louise’s left thigh. The two women separated and circled the ring, glaring at one another. “I’ll get you this time just like before,” said Louise. “Only tonight I’ll mess up that pretty face of yours.”
“Talk is cheap, bitch,” Kayla answered. “Bring it on.”
Louise threw a right then lashed out with two quick leg strikes that sent Kayla staggering backwards. Seeing her opponent against the ropes, Louise rushed in to deliver a series of short but painful jabs to Kayla’s breasts and belly.
Hurt by the sharp blows to her breasts, Kayla suddenly wrapped her arms around the smaller woman, lifted her off her feet then body-slammed her to the mat with a thud that echoed across the arena.
Landing on her back with her legs splayed open, Louise shook her head and tried to sit up. But just as she raised her head, Kayla pivoted on her left foot and drove her right heel into Louise’s chin, slamming her head back onto the mat. Louise’s world spun around and her head felt like someone had hit her with a sledgehammer.
