Here’s the last story Abby wrote at Free Catfights dating from about 2 years ago. It follows on previous stories involving Laurie, his wife, and myself, Heather, Jessika & Emma.
Hope you enjoy & please comment if you do enjoy it!
Hugs
Kayla
BEACH BATTLE AT ROCKY POINT by Abbyfights (with assistance from Rachel)
Note: I'm sure regular readers are well aware of the background to this story: That after Laurie learned of her husband's infidelity, her life was practically consumed by a singe-minded rage against the woman who destroyed her marriage. She suspected something was amiss after he arrived home in the middle of the night after his new fighter Kayla suffered her first defeat at the UFC. Her fears were confirmed a short while later, when after Kayla's next match, the morning sun reached their home before her husband Abby did.
A brief time later she surprised them in bed....HER BED......and she almost succeeded in kicking the youthful slut's ass as the element of a surprise assault proved initially effective, and had Kayla on the receiving end of her wild-eyed, punishing rage. But Kayla, with her youth and stamina....( she is, after all, a professional in the world of extreme female fighting ), and her strength and athleticism, finally overcame her unfit rival. Laurie's age, her being out of shape, and her lack of fighting skills were eventually her undoing. She suffered a severe beating, and worse.
( See: Laurie's Revenge
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,5137.0.html )
The links to previous stories have been placed in the text to aid any new readers who may wish such background information.
Part 1 The day after the humiliating defeat in her own bedroom, she called her sister Beth to vent her all-consuming rage. Beth commiserated as best she could, and invited her to lunch later that week. They met at Beth's country club, "The Desert Palms", and ate in its posh, poolside bistro. Beth enjoyed her Bloody Mary and Cobb salad, while Laurie was only interested in more venting.
"They were FUCKING when I came home.....he was actually INSIDE her.....and I HAD her at first......I had THEM, damn it......kicking Abby in his stinking nuts..,...pounding Kayla's slutty head into the floor, kicking her in the stomach,......Why couldn't I FINISH THE BITCH OFF

"
"She's a professional, isn't she? Laurie, how could you expect to take her.....she's half your age.....and besides, when's the last time you've had any real physical exercise ? Shit, when's the last time you've been in a fight?.....EVER? ......be realistic."
"I should have been able to stay calm when I first saw them.....gone into the kitchen and gotten a knife....and plunged it into her fucking GUTS...."
"Don't talk stupid.....What would be gained by spending the rest of your life in prison? You KNOW I've never liked Abby. I always thought he wasn't good enough for you. Hell, he never could hold a decent, normal job....and what, for the last 15 years he's been earning a living like a pimp, exploiting young women as they beat the hell out of each other in front of a perverted bunch of screaming lunatics......and now, THIS......."
After lunch, they returned to her sister's beautiful home, and Laurie, still raging, looked into the future. She said that she now wanted only two things in life, a divorce, and a chance to beat Kayla to within an inch of her life. Every time Beth dismissed the prospects of her sister winning such a physical confrontation, Laurie waved aside her warnings, saying that she had no choice....that she HAD to make Kayla pay.
Two days later, Laurie phoned Beth again to discuss her idea of enlisting Kayla's lover Heather to join her in a rage-filled assault. Certainly Heather would be distressed to learn that her precious Kayla had been cheating on her. Perhaps she'd be furious as well. Beth thought the idea had some merit.....at least in a two-against-one situation...and considering Heather's youth, perhaps the fight COULD go their way. A week later, Laurie only had more bad news.
( See "Ambush"
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,5207.0.html )
Laurie licked the wounds that she suffered in Kayla's apartment and stewed for weeks. Stubborn, and still in a rage, she wouldn't give up the idea of hurting, and more, destroying the woman who blew up her marriage of 30 years. She made another foolish decision, the kind people make when they're stubborn AND drunk. She would interfere in one of Kayla's UFC matches. SHE might not be able to take the athletic young bitch by herself, but along with her opponent in the ring at the time, it would be another 2 on 1.....and this time she'd be partnered with a capable, violent professional, not a cupcake like Heather.
But that plan failed as well, as Kayla was saved by Heather of all people.
( see "The Final Showdown"
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,5263.0.html ) Instead of seeing the object of her obsession crushed and broken, Laurie was once again on the receiving end of a horrific pummelling.
This time, her call to her sister for solace and consolation was met with shouts of derision.
"Am I not getting through to you? Are you learning impaired?" Beth screamed into the phone upon hearing of yet another humiliating, violent misadventure. "Forget about that louse Abby and get on with your damned life. You're going to go down in history as the most stubborn loser of all time. Move ON, sis....Move ON. You're in your 50's, for heavens' sake. You CAN'T take a young strong athletic woman of twenty something....... But how much more can YOU take?"
A few days later, Laurie got a call from her niece, Beth's daughter, Rachel. Rachel suggested they meet at the "Desert Palms". "And bring a bathing suit, we'll sit by the pool.....I love to see these rich men....young OR old.....drool as they stare at me in a bikini."
The afternoon was typically warm and sunny as they sipped pina coladas at the club's spectacular pool. Laurie refused to wear a bathing suit, too embarrassed and pained by her body's ugly bruises that needed much more time to heal. Rachel had nothing but a pretty face and young, flawless flesh to put on display.
"Aunt Laurie, that bitch really needs to be smacked silly for what she did to you......but my mom's right......you have NO CHANCE against her. Maybe with years of martial arts training you'd be her equal in a fight....but even then, I'm not sure. And I'm so sorry about all that's happened to you, you deserve better, being such a devoted wife to that ungrateful SLIMEBALL..........You know what, I like your two-on-one plan....but your choice of a partner was way wrong......that Heather must be as soft as marshmallow........she just got lucky in the UFC ring last time."
"Who do suggest I should have enlisted to help" ?
"ME !! "
"No Way !! You're a child....and my niece for God's sake, how could I ask you to get involved...."
"I'm 20...and I guess you don't know this, but I've taken almost four years of boxing lessons....FOUR YEARS.....I'm GOOD....."
"I know you began taking up boxing, but hadn't realized you've stuck with it."
"It was one of the hundreds of things my parents tried to get me involved with as a kid and as a teenager......like the horsebackriding, the piano and dance lessons....even that art tutor they hired......anything to keep me from spending too much time in front of the TV and computer. The boxing is the only thing I've kept up with. I really LIKE it. The idea of being in a fight is kind of.....you know......gets the JUICES flowing.....It's FUN....and it's cool knowing that I can HURT someone if I want too." She laughed loudly.
At this, Rachel noticed a young man eyeing her from across the pool and got up from her lounge chair and S - T - R - E - T - C - H - E - D.......oh so slowly, coyingly displaying her full, lush body for the young man's benefit. Her tiny yellow and black "tiger stripe" bikini left little to the young man's imagination. Laurie also took a good long look at her niece's young form as she stood.
"You have a beautiful body, Rachel....but pardon me for saying this.....you don't look much like a "tough girl"......"
"I know, aunt Laurie, I'm a little overweight.....I DO have quite the soft body......on the OUTSIDE. Damn, I sure wish I could get rid of this baby fat." She ran her hands lightly over a sexy, rounded belly and soft hips....."But I have great muscles in my arms and shoulders........and I have the SKILLS of a trained boxer......I know how to PUNCH.....I've got all the footwork down PAT....I can really move....and defend myself."
"Have you ever been in a fight? And have you ever TAKEN a punch? Kayla's fists can pack a staggering wallop."
"We spar a lot in class. But the instructor is a real wussie....She makes us wear mouth guards, headgear, breast protectors and groin guards when we spar. But once, after class, this other girl and I went at it pretty good, just wearing the mouth guards. I held my own, and yeah, I took a few blows. Got in some good ones too !! I'll tell you one thing, aunt Laurie, I HATE being hit in my tits......that SUCKS.
"So you've never been in a real fight where you could use all these skills?"
"Just once, although it wasn't much of a fight. This girl, I once had a problem with her years ago in High School, she got all in my face at Lincoln Park one day last summer. After some name calling and some threats, she made the mistake of taking a swing at me. She was kind of pathetic. I blocked her punch so easily it wasn't even funny.......Then smashed my fist into her nose.....WOW, did she scream......I knocked her down with one punch. I was dancing on the balls of my feet, throwing imaginary jabs here and there while she grabbed her face. As she got up, she realized her nose was bleeding. That got her mad, I guess, because she cursed me some more and made claws out of her hands as she stood up. I faked a second punch at her face, and when she brought up her hands I slugged her twice in the tits. The stupid bitch's ass made a nice sound when it hit the grass. I should have hit her again, really fucked her up....but I just turned around and walked away. It felt good punching her in her tits with my bare fists.....in the gym, of course, we wear these real fat gloves.