[Catfight Fan 1972]

Great job. Looking forward to your next post. THANKS!!!

[Kiva]

This is a fun and creative concept. The Valkyrie’s Palace, with its opulence and high society clientele will be an interesting counterbalance to the grit and grime and sleaze of Billy’s. This is a very nice expansion of the catpin universe and should be fertile ground for new story ideas. I’m definitely looking forward to seeing this develop.

[Texaskid]

May have to steal that name lol. Love Lady Lonestar

[Tiberius J.C.]

This club sounds even more fun than Billy's. Can't wait for your first appearance. And that snooty assistant of hers. A job for Kiva perhaps?

[FyreCracka]

Fyre's Fight Journal, Chapter 33: Attitude Adjustments

Author's Note, this chapter, both parts, also takes place in Kiva's Fight Journal (Chapter 7). If you're not already reading that series, get to it. It's excellent and written by one of, if not the most talented writers on FCF
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=90742.60

Part 1:

  I feel my phone vibrating and see Kiva's name on the screen. "Hiya Kiva.... ready for tonight?" I answer. She is scheduled for a boxing match with Destiny in Billy's cage tonight.

  "My trainers assure me that I am." She replies. I can hear a quiet confidence in her voice. Good. Lord knows she has put in the effort in training for this. Kiva continues. "Never mind about me... I heard you're in the opening bout."

  I let out a sigh, trying to keep my temper from flaring before I answer. I fail. "Fucking asshole Billy, fucking calls me yesterday and tells me if I ever want another shot a Jolene I need to fight who he says, when he fucking says.... told me I gotta work my way back up...I should have never pressed him for a rematch so soon. The opportunistic bastard took advantage of it. Now I'm in a fucking catfight on fucking two days notice... two... fucking.... days....I'm such a damn dumbass, Kiva."

  "Did he tell you who your fighting tonight?"

  "Hell no... just said to show up ready for a catfight ... normal rules.... and be there early."

  "So... he didn't tell you that she's a rookie?"

  "What. The. Fuck?... No, he neglected to mention that. How'd you find out?"

  "I work with her... her name's Tori. She's a pharmacist here. Just out of college.... poor girl has only had one fight but she is athletic and won it easily. God, Billy is such a douchebag."

  "No shit... fuck that fucking bald asshole! He's fucking with me, Kiva... I fucking know it."

"He undoubtedly is, girl.... straight up mind games, Kelli.... he's such a slimebucket."

  "Thanks for the heads up, Kiva... it's not her fault. I mean, you know I gotta fight her but I'll try not to take out my hatred of Billy on her...see you tonight.... you've got her, hon." I say before we hang up.

  I spend the rest of the day in a foul mood- a fighting mood. Jake says it a good thing and I can use it. He's probably right, but it isn't making my day all that enjoyable.

We get to Billy's before sundown. After being in the main event or close to it on several occasions here, I am more than insulted that he is throwing me in an opening fight with a damn rookie. What's next, will he want me to clean the cage or serve drinks during the other fights?

  I get to my dressing room and change into a red bikini. It pisses me off remembering that my trademark camouflage bikini is in the possession of that redheaded bitch, Jolene. "You look smoking hot in red, babe." Jake says as he eyes me up and down. I suspect he can sense my mood and is trying to get me back on task.

  "Thanks.... Don't worry. I'll take care of business tonight and make sure it comes back with me." After my husband's compliment, I begin to study myself in the mirror. Admittedly, one of my favorite things about the Housewives' division is that all my opponents are close to me in age. Meaning, our bodies are more on par with each other. And while I hate to brag, I will. My 5' 5 1/2", 130 pound body looks pretty damn good at 39 years old. That said, I'm not looking forward to standing in a bikini next to an athletic woman in her early 20's, in front of a crowd no less.

  I'm stretching and limbering up when I hear the familiar knock at the door. "It's time, Fyrecracka... you know the routine." The voice outside says. With a deep breath, and after one last kiss to Jake, I step outside and make my way towards the cage. At least Billy had the decency to let me enter last.

   After I hear my opponent's music begin to play I subconsciously start warming up, doing everything I can to focus on what I have to do here tonight. Her introduction seems to be taking forever and, from the noise, it seems the crowd is a loud and rowdy one.

  I can't keep from peeking though the curtains to see what all of the hub bub is about. I see a beautiful brunette still bouncing her way to the cage in a cream colored bikini. Playing to the crowd like she's about to do some fucking jello wrestling at a frat house.

  And these fucking men are eating it up. Big fucking deal. This bitch is in her early 20's, of course she has a killer body.... well, maybe hers is a bit more exceptional than even most her age. Athletically built, tan, not ripped but just soft enough to exude femininity and, who can ignore her big 34D tits. She's a pretty kitten but a kitten nonetheless... and I'm a fucking wildcat.

  I hear my music start and I practically rip the curtain out of the way as I begin my march to the cage. That bald bastard thinks he can put me in this fight against a rookie. He's not sure if I still have "it".... well, I guess I have to make an example of this poor girl. I just hope she doesn't do anything to make this personal. I want to get in take care of business and be done with this bullshit.

  I stomp into the cage and I slam the cage  door shut behind me loud with a loud clang. Hopefully that will let that dancing bimbo and the crowd know that she is now trapped in here with me. Annoyingly, the bubbly brunette doesn't seem to care as she continues to win the crowd over to her side. They get so loud that I barely hear her first name, Tori, none of her last but I am able to catch the part that matters most tonight- her height and weight, 5'8", 140 pounds. So a couple of inches taller and 10 pounds heavier than me. The dumb twat is even twerking shamelessly now, drawing enough lustful exuberance from the crowd that it drowns out Billy's voice as he announces me. Showboating Bitch.

  The ref calls us to the center of the cage and I am absolutely seething about this whole damn ordeal and I am focusing it all onto Tori as I stare into her hazel eyes. For her part, the younger woman is completely unfazed and she is wearing a smirk that borders on laughing in my face as we get nose to nose. I keep telling myself "c'mon Kelli... keep it professional... in and out tonight... don't let her get under your skin", but I can feel my temper beginning to boil.

  With us still locked in our stare down, I feel this upstart jostling around. She steps back and I see she has removed her top. The brunette's near perfect tits defying gravity in the way that only those of a woman of her age can. You have got to be fucking kidding me, this moron is swinging her top around like she's at a damn rodeo. Stay clam, Kelli, stay calm.

  I can almost feel my blood boiling as the skank decides to put on a show, shimmying and running her hands over her precious assets before she leans in close and whispers where only I can hear. "You're a washed up, weak bitch... I'm going to put your career out of its misery." Then the taller woman begins to motion for me to take my top off.

  This nerve of this bitch. I'm going to hurt her... bad. Now, she has the crowd chanting "Take it off... Take it off!"

  She gives me another smirk. "Go ahead... show all of them your tiny, saggy, old tits.... I bet you're not woman enough..." Tori taunts as the crowd continues their chant.

  Fuck it. She wants to play games, I'll play her little game. Then, I'll beat her big titty-ed ass. "Little girl... you're gonna regret ... this." I grumble as I remove my red bikini top, freeing my 34Bs.

  Tori looks quite satisfied with herself as she puffs up her chest and inches towards me until her nipples are nearly jousting with mine. In all of my 39 years on this planet, I have never run into a woman this blindingly cocky. Unless she is a natural born ninja, I'm about to serve up an all the bitch can eat buffet of humble pie.

  Our eyes remain locked even as I hear the husky referee begins ordering us to our respective sides of the cage. Neither one of us wants to be the first to back away from this bare chested stalemate and the ref's commands get louder. I'm never completely surprised when an opponent doesn't appear intimidated even when they this inexperienced, but this bitch is borderline disrespectful at this point.

  Then, she does something I am completely unprepared for. Tori thrusts her ample chest forward slamming her tits into mine and driving me backwards several steps. The collection of rowdy miscreants explodes raucously as their chosen champion is rewarded by them chanting her name. My gut instinct is to unleash a righteous fury on this cxnt and turn her into a stain on the canvas but I am able to bottle it up....save it... we are mere moments away from this being legitimate. I'm going to make an example out of this idiot and send a message to Billy- and Jolene, I am not to be fucked with.

  The bell sounds, my brunette rival and I both charge to the center of the cage aggressively. Tori begins swinging wildly as soon as I get within range. I do pretty well in avoiding or absorbing her initial flurry before sidestepping the flailing rookie and finding an opening to send a few stinging counter slaps to her young face.

  In the millisecond following my slaps connecting, I see her hazel eyes go wide. I'm not sure if this woman has ever been hit in the face before. Predictably, she panics and sloppily lunges for my golden locks. Foolish child, I think to myself as my right fist buries itself in her wide open, soft belly. Her hands drop instinctively to soothe her midsection. Another rookie mistake that I punish her with a slap to the face that sends her head whipping around.

  I waste no time as my young opponent staggers back disoriented and charge at my prey. My shoulder finds it's mark in between Tori's bare tits and drives her backwards until her back collides with the cage, shaking the whole structure. I let loose with a curse filled barrage of fists battering the brunette's belly and flanks. I can feel the air leave the crowd as I wreck their brand new, pretty  fighter like a hailstorm totaling a new sports car.

  I step back to finally catch my breath after treating the rookie like a heavy bag and she immediately folds over, arms wrapping around her belly as she falls headfirst in a heap on the canvas of the cage floor.

  I take a couple steps around the cage, glaring at the now silent crowd. My mind is finally able to clear the "blind, rage filled Kelli" stage and I calm down into "merely pissed off Kelli" mode. I reach down and snatch two handfuls of the disrespectful bitch's brown hair. It's time to send a message.

  The fledgling catfighter groans as I drag her to her feet. Tori is helpless and not even fighting back even though we are barely a minute into our fight. I spin the bigger woman around until I'm behind her. Then trap her arms in the small of her back before I march her towards the fencing of the cage.

   "Alright bitch, you want flaunt your body.... your tits... in front of all these men?.... I'll give them a fucking great view.." I whisper harshly before I drive the young woman's chest into the chain link until her titflesh presses through the wire. I hear her gasp in pain and I hate to admit it, but it makes me smile.

  Before this match started, I felt sorry that this young woman was going to have to suffer but her antics have erased any compassion I may have held. Now, she's about to learn that her foolish choices have consequences. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

  "School is in session, Tori." I whisper again as I begin to drag her tits back and forth, scraping them mercilessly across the wire fencing. Normally, I'm pretty good at keeping my jealousy of bustier women in check, but, as is quite obvious to anyone watching, I'm in a bit of mood. Violently, I continue my assault of the pharmacist's chest. Her wails are music to my ears- as is the building buzz of the fickle crowd as they turn on their earlier favorite.

  Once my sadistic side is satiated, I release the wrecked rookie. She crumples into a sobbing heap, slumping helplessly against the cage. I watch my prey as she clings to the fencing, struggling to pull herself up. I let her waste the energy but lose patience before she gets upright. I seize the bigger woman by the waist and carry her to the center of the cage. Dismissively, I fling her to the canvas. The brunette bitch lands with a thud on her back.

  I stand, straddling my battered rival, glaring down with contempt as she weakly moans and rolls onto her belly. She manages to get back to knees and elbows before I decide to put this once proud bitch out of her misery.

  I clamp my legs around her belly as I drop to the canvas. She squirms to her side with her back to me. Apparently, not wanting to give me the satisfaction of letting me see the tears flowing. Oh well, another rookie mistake. I grab Tori's chin and pull it towards me as my legs push her body the opposite direction. With her spine being wrenched in two different directions my opponent's moans turn to loud wailing the dumb cxnt doesn't seem to understand that the ref needs to hear her say that she gives up.

  I guess it's time for another lesson. I let go of her chin and reach around the hapless woman's already brutalized chest, sink my talons into her chest again and begin dragging them upwards. Her wailing becomes panicked screams. I continue my mailing of her tits and tauntingly whisper "you gotta say you give, sugar". Mockingly reminding her what she has to do to make this end.

  Instantly I am rewarded, hearing the big brunette shriek. "I.. give up... stop... stop...please!" I release her breasts and give my legs one last pulse before disrespectfully shoving her out of the leg scissors hold. I see the referee call for the bell. Then hear it sound, ending this farce of a fight.

  I hop to my feet and look at what's left of the formerly arrogant woman. Her magnificently flawless body- one I would have killed for even at her age, lies battered, curled up in the fetal position massaging her chest. Red blotches and scratches cover her massive tits. Her face is a matching shade from the crying and blubbering. Her meticulously applied makeup is smeared all over her face, leaving her looking, appropriately enough, like a clown. I plant my foot on her face rather than her chest as I strike the victory pose. The ref tries to raise my hand, but I yank it away from her. "Don't fucking touch me... everyone saw who won.." I snap as I glare at the stocky and study woman.

  I think I've made my point here tonight and now that my rage is fading, I just want to leave. As I turn to go, I see Billy entering the cage. Dumbass, don't you realize that a woman, whose husband refers to her as fyrecracka, who fights other women as a hobby, might have something of a temper? All of my earlier anger promptly returns and I launch myself towards the mountain of a man, getting as up in his face as my five foot five and a half inches will allow on a 6'5" douchebag.

  I am nearly blind with rage at this point and about the only way I am able to string together a coherent thought is by using some variation of the word "fuck" between every word in my sentences. I realize I'm poking the bald man in the chest with my finger, causing him to retreat until his back is against the cage. I'm vaguely aware of the murmurs of the crowd as they witness the ridiculous sight of a sweaty, topless, blonde woman nearly a foot shorter than the hulking brute owner of the bar on her tiptoes "mother fucking" him to the point all he can do is nod and answer with volleys of "okay, okay, okay", "uh huh, uh huh, sure" and "yes, yes, you're right."

  As I finally get myself back under control, I finish with one last tirade. "And one more thing...you big, bald headed fuck... if you ever fucking disrespect me like this again... and make me do this to some poor dumb cxnt again... I will rip your fucking tiny balls off and feed them to you to...raw.... now if you'll excuse me, I need to wash this loser's stink off my body... you better find me later and bring a plan to make this right.." with that I turned away from the big man and headed for the cage door again.

  In between me and the exit I see the conquered woman still lying on the canvas. My brown eyes lock with her still tear filled hazel ones. She freezes and a look of terror washes over her face. "That's right.... you still owe me, you smug slut!" I growl as I stalk back towards her.

  "No... no... no... please... don't... please!" Tori pleads with me as I reach down and grab her cream colored bikini bottoms. The crowd comes alive again as they realize what is about to happen. These fickle degenerates don't deserve this but it's not about them, now, is it?

  "You bought your ticket, bitch.... now you get the full ride... " I bark as I manage to yank her bottoms off, exposing the woman's virtue to all of the horny, lust filled fans as the leer and jeer. Assholes.

  With the pharmacist's sweat soaked bikini bottoms in hand, I stomp towards the gate. I take one last look at the pathetic wretch now trying to cover her private parts from the men in the crowd. This fight... or whatever it was, isn't worth anything to me. Tori didn't deserve this but she damn sure asked for it and I fucking gave it to her. The whole thing sucks. It doesn't even feel like a win. I look at my cream colored trophy. "This was bullshit..." I mutter as I toss them back into the cage. I don't need any reminders of this night.

Stay tuned for part 2 of this story. Coming soon.

[Texaskid]

this is one blonde you don't piss off. Look out Jolene

[Kiva]

Love the emotional intensity. Blind, rage filled Kelli and merely pissed off Kelli were both very convincing.

[FyreCracka]

Fyre's Fight Journal, Chapter 33: Attitude Adjustments

Part 2:

  After vanquishing that smug rookie, I make my way back to my locker room and bump into Patricia and Gina on the way. For the first time tonight, I manage to smile when I see my friends. "Put that bitch down, Trisha." I say encouragingly.

  "Got any last minute advice, Kell?" Patricia asks.

  "Keep pounding and don't let up until the cxnt gives... hell, make her say it twice. She's a tough, vile bitch if you give her a chance she'll punish you. But you can do it."

  "She did beat you... and you beat me..." the redhead says with a tinge of doubt. Not good.

  "Yeah, but you had me beaten....and she got lucky. You've got this... then we can try it again." I reply partly because Patricia needs the encouragement and mostly because those things are both true. She made me give up, she just chose not to accept my surrender and I made her pay.

 I finally make it to my dressing room and get to enjoy a moment of peace and quiet. I'm still continuing to calm down when I hear Jake outside. I let him in. "Are you good, now, babe?" My husband asks.

 "I'm getting there.... I kinda lost it, didn't I?" I really wish I could control my temper more sometimes.

  "I thought you responded appropriately...all things considered. I think Billy got the point" he chuckles.

  "... I think I'm gonna have to use the entire purse to fill up the swear jar at home.... any idea how many times I used the word Fuck?" I playfully quip, trying to change my mood as I begin to slip out of my bikini- well at least, the bottoms as I have no idea where the top is.

  "Not sure but you definitely illustrated the flexibility of the word.... I think we can make an exception for fight nights like we do for... um... family planning night." Jake says with a clever grin knowing how I tend to have a filthy mouth in the bedroom.

  "Asshole..." I say returning his smile and throwing my still warm bikini bottoms at his face. I'm feeling a little better as I get dressed and get ready to watch some of the fights tonight. Especially Kiva's boxing match with Destiny and Patricia and Jolene's title fight. Fortunately, those are the last two fights of the night, so I can hide out back here for a while. The last thing I need is to run into Jolene tonight. I hate to admit that I'm hiding from her, but it's the truth. Doubly so, if Jake is around.

  Jake and I finally decide to go watch the rest of the fights and we step outside into the hallway. I see Kiva pacing like a hungry cat in her matching black sports bra and bikini bottoms. Her long, dark hair is braided tightly and I can't tell if she is really focused or really nervous as she fiddles with a small gold cross around her neck.

  “Hey,” the tall nurse breaths out.

  “Hey” I reply sheepishly. I may have calmed down but now I can reflect on everything that happened today. I have a lot of emotional experiences today. Rage. Embarrassment. Joy. Pride. Feeling disrespected. And those are just a few. I'll either sleep well or not at all tonight.

  “You okay?” The beautiful boxer asks. Kiva is such a interesting woman. She fights like the devil to win but can't but help trying to heal all of us in the meantime.

  “Better.” I reply truthfully.

  “God, Kelli, I don’t know what to say. It sucks what Billy is putting you through....So, is he giving you a Jolene rematch?"

  “Well, let’s just say Billy and I are.... negotiating. I’ll tell you about it later. Right now, you just focus on Destiny. Remember, she’s fast and she’s got a jab but you can cut the ring in half and hit her.” I say, remembering my fight in the loading dock at the mall with the young reckless but very tough stripper.

  “Good luck, hon,” I continue. “We‘ll be out there for you.” The blue eyed woman gives Jake and I a hug as we head out to watch the fights, leaving her to focus on what matters before her date with Destiny.

“Thanks.” She says as she slips back into her own thoughts.

  Jake and I go to our seats near Tom, pretty close to cageside with a few other VIPs that are fighters or have some relation to a fighter. Tom looks anxious as he talks with Jake. I suppose the husbands of women who fight probably have some sort of bond... or at least share the same fetish.

  I wonder if Jake has ever told Tom that he fights as well. I wonder if he has. Kiva has never mentioned it. I chuckle thinking how interesting it would be if the well respected couples comprised of a doctor and a nurse both had a hobby where they hurt people.

Jake and I are reassuring Kiva's husband that she has this in the bag when the music hits and Destiny makes her way to the cage. She looks the same as when I fought her, just a little more "professional". She's in a blue bikini, blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. She still has that beautiful little hardbody marred with too many tattoos and a pretty face that looks old beyond her years.

  I may have beaten her but she was able hurt me and is quite a fighter for being so young. I have no doubt that if I'd have run into her and we were the same age she would have kicked my ass. I know Kiva can punch and has been training her ass off. I reckon she'll win if she does what she knows how to do, but Destiny won't make it easy.

  Following her to work her corner is her mother Krystal. I recognize her from the catpin site where we argued after I defeated her daughter. We hit a roadblock in having our own fight once she said "I'd kick your ass but it would violate my probation". At the time I figured it was a pretty original excuse to get out of a fight, but now that I see her, I'm inclined to believe it was the truth.

  A belief furthered when she passed by my on her way to the cage and snapped in her raspy voice "if it isn't that Kelli bitch that likes to beat up on little girls....  if you ever grow any hair on your pussy, you'll step up and face a real woman like me."

  I don't have much time to dwell on my trashy doppelgänger, as Kiva's music starts. I'm standing on my chair and doing my best to let my friend know she has our support as she makes her way to the cage in her black sports bra and bikini bottoms ensemble flanked by her two trainers. She looks ready to handle business tonight.

  The crowd has been riled up from a night of watching women beat themselves senseless in the cage and I suspect that many will appreciate a little bit of a change up with what amounts to damn near a sanctioned boxing match. I know I will.

  The fighters meet in the center of the cage as the referee- who actually looks a bit more like a referee than the normal woman in a cutoff striped shirt and short shorts, advises them both of the rules. I doubt either of them are paying him much mind since they are locked in an intense stare down. One of the big differences here, besides them wearing boxing gloves, is that there will be ten, two minute rounds with a minute in between.

  Even though Kiva towers over the pint sized stripper and has a decent weight advantage as well, she doesn't look the least bit intimidated. My dad always said, if you're gonna be stupid, you better be tough. I can confirm from personal experience, Destiny is plenty tough. I hope that won't be enough tonight.
 
  Even though I've never fought Kiva, I've seen what her right hand can do- plus, she actually has had some training and I'm sure she'll teach the younger woman a few lessons, but I know more than most, once the fight starts anything can happen.

  The bell sounds and round one is underway. Kiva and Destiny immediately move towards the middle, ready to hurt one another. Kiva owns the center of the cage. While the blonde dances around her. Flinging jabs as she darts in and out. Kiva blocks them and throws a few counter punches that her smaller opponent uses her quickness to avoid. It's a bit like a cat and mouse game right now.

  The blue eyed nurse seems baffled by Destiny's quickness and looks to be rooted to the middle of the cage. My friend throws looping punch that the speedy little slut easily dodges and stings back with a hook that connects above Kiva's eye. The impact causes the crowd to begin to buzz. I can see by the look on her face that her confidence is shaken and we're not even thirty seconds in to this thing.

  Tom is visibly nervous now and intently watching his wife in silence. I wonder if this what Jake is like when I fight.

  I hear Kiva's trainers barking instructions and I see her give herself a little subconscious tap to the head as if to say "I got this... I'm a fucking fighter." I see the focus return to her eyes. She begins moving with purpose again and it looks like she is trying to back the barely legal brawler into to the fence. Destiny is tagging her quite a bit, but the nurse is unfazed by the light shots.

  Now it's Destiny who looks flustered as she can't dance around like she was earlier in the fight. Kiva finally lands a hard straight to the dancer's well defined abs that sends her into the cage.
 
  The taller woman moves in and begins landing a few short punches to to her opponent's body. I can feel it. Kiva has her groove back. She finishes the combination with a hard uppercut that slams into the blonde's solar plexus that lifts her into her toes driving a loud groan from her lips before she drops to a knee.

  "That's it, Kiva ... put that stripper on her boney little ass!" I shout as I jump to my feet. For the first time tonight, I realize I'm having a good time. I glance at Tom who still has the intense look but manages a fist pump.

  It looks like my friend's catfight instincts kick in and she rushes to fire  another shot to the kneeling woman but the referee pushes her back. "That's. Knockdown... she's on her knee... get to the neutral corner!"

  Destiny takes her time getting up. I'm not sure if it's strategy or if she's hurt, but she is standing and ready by the time the ref counts to seven. The two boxing beauties start to move towards one another again but the bell sounds. Round one is in the books.

  Kiva heads back to her corner and I feel like I can take a breath finally. So does Tom. "She did good... I think Kiva's figured her out." Jake tells him.

  "Yeah, I hope you're right." The doctor replies with a concerned yet, still excited voice. Meanwhile I see Kiva breathing heavily as she listens to their instructions and nods her head. She looks ready as the bell signals round two.

  Across from her, Destiny pops up looking fresh and determined. The resiliency of youth is quite an advantage and young blonde comes out aggressively. She uses her fast feet to circle, dart in and out, firing well aimed jabs at my friends face. One snapping Kiva's head backwards as the teen's glove finds her nose.

  Kiva looks lost. Forgetting her plan that worked earlier, she stalks the smaller woman and is rewarded by getting peppered with jabs from all angles much to the delight of the crowd and the disgust of her trainers as they bark increasingly frustrated commands to trap the tattooed woman.

  "C'mon Kiva get'er..." I shout less enthusiastically and with more concern as I feel compelled to give her some support as the crowd seems fully behind Destiny.

  Again, Kiva seems to get her shit together and starts using her size advantage. She ties the smaller woman up and drives her backwards with a few quick body shots until they are up against the cage. The nimble nurse uses her footwork to keep her prey tapped. Unleashing a furious flurry of jabs, my friend goes on the offensive.

  The speedy stripper is able to block most of the jabs but she is clearly on the defensive now and trapped against the cage fencing. The crowd is coming alive again as they feel the action increase in pace. Kiva's aggression pays off and she finds an opening.

  She fires a well aimed big right hand that smashes into Destiny's temple. The smaller fighter goes reeling against the fence before falling to her hands and knees on the canvas.

  Destiny rests there momentarily, shaking the cobwebs out before rising again by the count of seven. When the referee restarts the fight, a reinvigorated Kiva comes out like a wildcat, driving the pint sized pugilist back into the cage with a barrage of body blows.

  Destiny seems desperate and lunges at the taller woman, grabbing her around the neck. The ref moves in to break them up and the younger woman slips in a dirty elbow to Kiva's jaw as the begin to separate. My friend looks stunned by the cheap, illegal elbow. Rubbing her jaw, she doesn't see the blonde loading up and firing a big right hook. The punch lands solidly. Kiva stumbles backwards before falling backwards, landing flat on her ass.

  Tom, Jake and I were already on our feet loudly voicing our displeasure with the ref for missing the elbow, now we all watch, shocked as Kiva is knocked down. Fortunately, she isn't hurt and pops right back to her feet. Bitching the referee out for letting the little punk get away with the cheap shot as the bell ends the round.

  Kiva takes her seat on the stool, clearly winded and pissed off. Her trainers are doing their damndest to get her back on task and focused. Tom and I have a look of concern but Jake is insistent that Kiva is a fighter and that will just fire her up even more. We are all anxious as round three starts and the two women rise to their feet again.

  The nurse starts out more focused this round. Heeding her trainers' advice and cutting the ring in half, not giving Destiny nearly as much room to dance around. The bigger woman again traps the blonde against the fence and they begin to trade blows. Kiva is taking twice as many punches as she gives, but every one of hers that lands hits like a hammer.

  Another big right from Kiva nearly knocks the blonde down again. She stumbles backwards into the cage. The brunette moves in for the kill but the catlike stripper is able to wrap her arms around the bigger woman's chest. With her rival's arms tied up, Destiny quickly sneaks in a nasty headbutt to her nose.

  The usually reserved doctor looks like he is about to come out of his chair and go after the ref as he lambasts the visually- or possibly ethically impaired referee. Kiva is doing the same but is able to refocus and cover up before the re-energized teen unleashes a hurricane of fists aimed at the beautiful brunette's face.

  Kiva is able to absorb the initial onslaught with her gloves and arms, but the dirty fighting deviant takes advantage of the nurse protecting her now bleeding nose and begins battering her body. Destiny drives Kiva backwards, punishing her ribs and flanks until the round comes to an end.

  Kiva's trainers work diligently to stop her nose from bleeding, sticking some goop covered q-tip thingy up her nose. As round four begins she is absolutely seething.

  "Put that bitch down!" I scream, as pissed off as I've been all day, it's a little cathartic to get to yell like the rest of the rowdy crowd.

  I can see Kiva barking at her opponent but can't hear over the din. Suffice it to say, she has had enough of the girl's antics. Whatever she said, it seems to have stirred up Destiny's survival instinct and she keeps her distance only throwing a few jabs as she dances around the ring. The pace stays slow for the entire round and crowd gets restless with a smattering of boos starting as the bloodthirsty heathens get impatient.  Billy is even  up and commanding them to pick it up. Easy for them to do as they aren't the ones getting hit the face. Assholes.

  After the slow pace of round four and the rest in between, both fighters seem to have a bit more pep in their step as round five begins. Destiny's youth is apparent again as she seems as fresh as she was when this whole ordeal started. The youngster zips in and out, stinging Kiva's previously punished face with quick combinations. The older woman looks like she is struggling to match pace with her opponent but manages to land a solid right to her jaw that sends her retreating back to her corner.

  Kiva begins using her size again and fires away as she pounds the exotic dancer's body. Krystal shouts her encouragement as only a skank like her can. "Hang on Destiny.. cover up... this dumb bitch can't beat you!" One of these days I'm gonna shut this mouthy bitch up, I think to myself as I glare at Destiny's mother.

  It looks like my friend is about to go for the knockout as she uses a combo to set up her big right hand. Somehow the speedy little bitch escapes, dodging the haymaker at the last second. The momentum of missing with her knockout punch nearly spins Kiva around and Destiny ploughs into her chest, driving her into the blonde's corner.

  Destiny lands a hard shot that puts Kiva against one of the cage's corner posts where she begins unloading a series of combinations while her mother unloads a verbal torrent, finishing with "knock the nurse cxnt out!" That has Jake grabbing me as instinctively start towards the sleazy skank.

  Kiva is taking a pounding and I'm starting to get worried. The bigger woman forces a clinch. The two women struggle in tight, muscling against one another sweat shimmering beneath the lights. I hear the brunette let out a shriek but can see what happened but whatever happened, it creates enough of a distraction that Destiny wriggles free. The little bitch then fires a knee into Kiva's belly that drops her to a knee. What the hell? There's no way the ref could have missed that.

  You have to be kidding me! The ref is now counting it like a knockdown. Kiva hops up, fuming. When the action resumes, the nurse shoots in low, grabbing the stripper around the waist and slinging her into the fencing. Growling "You're dead, bitch!" as she does. Round five ends before she can do anymore damage.

  The ref and Kiva's trainers are having some kind of powwow. Whatever was said has her trainers pissed off as the make their way back to my friend. After some more instructions and application of ice to her eye, a visibly angry Kiva rises to the sound of round six's bell.

  Kiva charges the middle of the cage, her body giving off a "playtime is over, bitch" vibe. Destiny tries to dance around but the taller woman isn't messing around and chases her to the cage. The little stripper can't keep dodging forever and a huge right slams into her jaw. The blonde crumples to the canvas and is clearly rocked. She struggles back to her feet just in time to keep from being counted out.

  For the first time, Destiny looks to be in a lot of trouble. She's hurt and unsteady. Trying to avoid the nurse at all costs. Kiva is still on the attack and is stalking her across the cage, looking to finish the skank off. The crowd can feel it as it appears like we may be about to witness the end of this fight.

  When Kiva eventually traps the younger woman against the cage, she begins unloading on her mercilessly. Destiny's tight little hardbody is being battered brutally. She is in pain and just trying to weather the storm. She begins to duck and get lower, until Kiva has no legal targets to punch at. The smaller woman then wraps her arms around Kiva's knees. The stands idly by as the dirty little slut lifts and twists nearly taking the brunette down but her fall is stopped as her back slams into the corner post.

  Destiny wraps her arms around Kiva's neck and keeps her trapped in the stripper's corner. C'mon, ref! This is ridiculous. Do your damn job! I scream in my brain. I hear Krystal commanding her daughter for finish her as she yells just inches away from my friend's ear.

  Next I hear Kiva let out a scream as she comes out of the corner jerking like she's just been stabbed. I see the ember of a cigarette being extinguished as I hear Kiva scream "Fuck!... she burned.. me.... what... the ... fuck!"

  That's the last fucking straw. I hop up, shoving Tom back into his seat. He has a hell of a lot more to lose than me. "I've got this!" I bark as I begin to stomp towards Krystal. I'm gonna beat this bitch's ass... right now.

  Before I can take two steps I hear the crowd erupt. My head swings back to the action in the cage. My eyes go wide, Kiva is on the canvas. She looks hurt and stunned. She is lying on her side. She is struggling to get up. The referee is already five and she is just starting to get herself gathered. Shaking her head to clear the fog she begins to rise. I can tell Kiva is having to use all she has to make it to her feet, but she does it at eight.

  Destiny looks like a shark sensing blood in the water. She charges towards Kiva with a big haymaker cocked and loaded. The blue eyed nurse stays low and returns the favor from earlier, wrapping her arms around the smaller woman. She lifts the little stripper off the ground, carrying her to the center of the cage before throwing her down on the canvas. Hard. Jake, Tom and I are cheering along with many of the other people in the crowd who have come over to her side.

  Destiny pops right back up and charges Kiva. The two wildcats attack each other, grappling as they forget they're in a boxing match. The bigger woman eventually throws the blonde back down to the canvas again just after the bells sounds, ending the round.

  With my friend able to finish round six, I start towards Krystal again. I guess Billy saw it coming and Mercedes, the referee from my fight earlier is standing between the conniving corner woman and I. The stocky referee gives me a look. "Don't do it, Kelli...turn around and sit your little ass down" she says as we stare at one another.

  Sometimes you just have to do something even when it's not the smartest thing. I take a deep breath and another step forward. "You know I gotta do this, Mercedes".

  Mercedes is around 5'4", but she probably has 20 pounds on me. "I was afraid you'd say that." Mercedes growls as she steps to meet me. The thick Hispanic woman and I square off briefly before we lunge for each other and are quickly in each other's hair.

  Back and forth we go, miraculously, no one is intervening as they are too wrapped up in the in cage drama between Destiny and Kiva. Eventually we tumble to the dirty, beer stained floor of the club. We roll around until I feel more hands grabbing me.

  With three of Billy's referees holding me on the ground I watch as round seven begins. The two women are snarling like animals and go directly at each other. They meet in the center of the cage in a whirlwind of punches, slugging it out and bringing the crowd alive again.

  Destiny seems to be holding her own considerably better in this exchange, landing several punches for every one that Kiva connects with. I can see that my friend is tiring. Her punches are getting sloppy and losing power.

  The young blonde looks to be taking control of the fight. A stiff left to to Kiva's face staggers her and sends her backwards. Destiny pursues, looking to put the hurt on the nurse. The exhausted brunette begins trying to force a clinch and finally does. Then the little bitch starts kicking her in the shins.

  "This is the shit I'm talking about!" I grunt to the referees holding me down. "Can't you guys do something?" I see the three women giving each other sideways glances, letting me know that they think something must be up.

  The two fighters break the clinch and start slinging leather again. Destiny's stamina is incredible and she keeps up the pace as Kiva slows, landing three punches for every one that Kiva connects with.

  The nurse is finally able to find her big right hook again, driving it into the stripper's ribs. Yes. That hurt her. Destiny is the one that forces the clinch this time and she goes back to kicking Kiva in her shins. The brunette is having none of it "Stop kicking, cxnt" she growls.

  The next time the blonde tries to kick, Kiva is able to tangle their legs up in a sort of standing grapevine. The smaller woman tries to kick again and the two wildcats lose their balance, twisting and spinning as they fall into the cage fence. Destiny's face takes the brunt of the impact before they both slide down the cage onto the canvas. Ouch.

  The boxing match momentarily devolves from the sweet science into a garden variety catfight as the two roll around on the canvas briefly before the hapless referee stops them... and then helps Destiny to her feet. "What the hell is that shit?" I grunt out, instinctively wanting to jump back up before the three women put me back on the ground.

  "Oh fuck!" Mercedes blurts out as the combatants get ready to face off again. Destiny is bleeding pretty badly from a nasty cut above her eye. I can only assume that she must have gotten it when she fell against the fencing.

  The ref starts them back up and I'm happy to see that Kiva's instincts are to attack instead of heal as she starts firing jabs at the injury. Smart move, girl. Too bad the bell sounds and the round ends before she can find paydirt.

  During the break, I hear Mercedes whispering to the other referees that are holding me down but can't make it what she's saying. She, then, looks down at me. "If I let you up, are ya gonna be a good girl, Kelli?"

  I try to give her an "I understand" look even though anyone who knows me, know that I have a very low tolerance for bullshit and I can't promise anything.

 Mercedes isn't fooled "I can't talk to Billy if I'm busy with you." Speaking of Billy, has entered the cage and is buzzing about.

  "Ok... I'll be good... scout's honor." I reply. The stocky woman gives a nod to the other two referees and they let me up. A little dirt on my shirt and jeans but no worse for the wear.

  I make my way back to my seat and see a similarly disheveled Jake. "How many did it take, babe?"

  "Five" he says with that little boy smile that he always has when he's proud of something that only us would understand.

  "I love you." I chuckle back.

  As the round begins, Tom is looking a little more relieved now that Kiva seems to be back in command. There's no way, even as tough as the little blonde is, that Destiny can overcome that cut and she is clearly protecting it with her hands held high as she dances around defensively avoiding my friend.

  Both of the women are clearly battered and tired, moving much slower than they started, but I can see that Kiva has a plan to finish this.

  She begins attacking, jab after jab aimed at Destiny's eye. The stripper blocks them but she leaves her body wide open and Kiva makes her pay. The nurse pummels her with punishing punches that send her backwards for half of the round. The smaller woman tries to tie them up and buy some time but even a novice like me knows this can't continue.

 Finally, she has to lower her hands. Kiva sees her opening and lands a hard left that reopens the cut. The nurse repeats the process again. Destiny's face looks like something out of crime scene as the blood flows. Mercifully, one of Kiva's big rights sends the bleeding woman down again. Hopefully she is smart enough to stay there.

While everyone else is fixated on the Destiny as she struggles to beat the count, I notice Billy has wandered over to where Kiva is standing. I don't know what it is but my money says that douchebag is up to no good.

  Destiny staggers to her feet. Idiot. She should have stayed down, but I have to admire her toughness. The rest of the round is Kiva putting on a show. The poor blonde goes down one more time but still manages to make it to her feet once more. She looks like she's in a horror movie when the eighth round ends and the fighters return to their corners.

  Both women rise with the bell. Deep down I was really hoping that Destiny's mother would have thrown in the towel. We make our own decisions but having a mom like that as a moral compass while your a child can't help.

  I'm hopeful that Kiva will end this quickly as they begin to move to the middle of the cage, but she seems exhausted or almost distracted as the round begins. She is moving in slow motion. I can't explain it but it's like she doesn't see the younger woman jumping in with a huge superman... er... superwoman, in this case, punch.

  The punch lands right on the button. Kiva's body goes almost rigid as she bounces off the cage and hits the canvas. She looks like she may be unconscious, laying on her side, eyes rolled back and she's not moving. It's like I'm reliving the night that Jolene knocked me out.

  I see her eyes begin to flutter, she's awake and her brain is "rebooting" but she has already spent nearly half the count before she even begins to move. She is staring right at Tom, Jake and I. We are all in stunned silence. Too concerned to even try to cheer her to get up.
  The nurse rolls over and begins to fighting to get to her hands and knees. Then, she makes it to one knee. She looks our direction, by this time, all three of us are loudly trying to will her to her feet. The count hits seven and Kiva starts to stand. She struggles and shakes but she is upright as the referee yells "nine!" 

  The crowd is electric as the brutal contest will continue. Destiny looks deflated and demoralized as Kiva tries to shake the last of the haze from her mind. Her eyes are still a little glazed and she moves laboriously, but she seems okay and ready to finish the fight. Even after the near knockout, Kiva has the advantage.

  Destiny must know this. In a final desperate rush, she charges the larger woman and fires a wild haymaker targeting Kiva's head. The punch sails harmlessly over the ducking brunette, carrying the blonde with its momentum. She stumbles slightly, lowering her hands to regain her balance. With surgical precision, Kiva's big right hook connects with the stripper's jaw. She is out before she hits the canvas. The referee counts slowly but the young woman is finished.

  The bell sounds and the referee reluctantly raises a wobbly Kiva's hand in victory. She looks to be in pretty bad shape as the adrenaline begins to fade and her cornermen have to help her exit the cage briskly as Tom rushes to her side outside the gate and helps her to her locker room.

  Billy looks as mad as a hornet, just as I did earlier. I believe I'll wait to negotiate with him once he has calmed down some. Mercedes and the other referees that held me down are in the cage checking on Destiny. It looks as though at least one has medical training. I am reminded that everyone here does have a life outside this place.

  Jake and I turn to head back to the bar to kill some time until Patricia and Jolene's title fight. Standing in front of me is Krystal. "I saw you comin' at me, bitch... those women saved you an ass kicking."

  In the blink of an eye, I am chest to chest and looking at a woman who is eerily similar to me. It's like I'm looking through a mirror at what could have been me if I had decided to feel sorry for myself and embraced an "it's someone else's fault I'm here" mentality rather than a work hard and forge your own destiny mindset.

  "Bullshit... You'd have been begging for mercy or ended up taking a nap like your daughter... and shouldn't you be taking care of her?" I snap back, our noses and foreheads pressing against one another.

  "Fuck you, weak bitch... let's go!" Krystal growls. Our little dust up combined with my earlier antics have made sure to draw the eyes of several of Billy's bouncers and referees. There's no way we'd get to settle this now.

  "You would try to fight me after I've already been in the cage tonight.... you know where to find me... we'll settle this outside on a different day when we can make sure no one will stop us." I bark back as I see a few people moving in to break us up.

  Jake and I turn away before they reach us. "Let's check on Kiva, ok?" He says trying to get me to focus on something else and get my temper tamped down.

"Definitely... let's go."

  We get to the back and briefly congratulate Kiva on her win. She looks exhausted and her face shows the damage from her savage skirmish, but she looks happy and proud of her win. As she should, it was well earned. We leave her and Tom in the dressing room as we decide to get back to watch the championship fight.

  I watch Patricia put up a valiant effort but Jolene was just too much and she ended up stripped and sobbing in the center of the cage. Fuck, I hate Jolene. Just watching her celebrate and parade around with my friend's bikini turns my stomach.

  I have to remember to call Trisha and take her to lunch next week, she'll need it, but Gina and Randall will have to be enough for tonight. I have no intention of being around if that treacherous redheaded homewrecker, Jolene wants to celebrate her victory by flirting with my husband or taunting me further.

  Tonight has been a roller coaster of night. I have all kinds of loose ends to tie up and no idea what my next adventure will be. But, for now, it's time to get home, soak in a nice, warm bubble bath. Then top off this wild ride by claiming my final reward for the night with Jake. Lord knows, I have plenty of energy to work off.

[Kiva]

Both parts are such a fun read. I love how you work the second POV concept. The fun is seeing how you add another layer of excitement and add original material from your perspective. In the end, the story really sizzles with the sum being greater than the parts. I had a blast doing this. Thanks for being such a fantastic collaborator 

[h_k]

Yay, Kiva! You showed her!
And yay, Kelli! You show her mum! (Can't wait for that one).
But really, Kelli, never realised you were such a potty mouth. Haven't heard language like that since I dropped a bottle of butane on the toe of Mother Theresa. 

[h_k]

Loved Part One, too. "I'm about to serve up an all the bitch can eat buffet of humble pie."  "I can feel the air leave the crowd as I wreck their brand new, pretty  fighter like a hailstorm totaling a new sports car." Wonderful stuff.
But, oh dear, it doesn't get any better in the retelling, does it, for the presumptuous pharmacist. What a butt-fuck! How long did that take? Forty-nine seconds? Fifty? At least she'll know where to find the painkillers. Though, if she asked me very nicely, I think I could be persuaded to kiss it better. 

[Tiberius J.C.]

I watch Patricia put up a valiant effort but Jolene was just too much and she ended up stripped and sobbing in the center of the cage. Fuck, I hate Jolene. Just watching her celebrate and parade around with my friend's bikini turns my stomach.

You're a forgiving soul, Kelli Rose! Patricia's not your friend. She said so herself: ""… just because my husband is your husband's boss, it doesn't mean that we are friends or even on the same level…" . Remember? (Nasty little snob!) AND she said you had a fat ass. Personally I'm glad Jolene stuffed her.
And you're taking her to lunch???
You're a saint. That's all I can say. Must be Kiva's influence. 

[FyreCracka]

I watch Patricia put up a valiant effort but Jolene was just too much and she ended up stripped and sobbing in the center of the cage. Fuck, I hate Jolene. Just watching her celebrate and parade around with my friend's bikini turns my stomach.

You're a forgiving soul, Kelli Rose! Patricia's not your friend. She said so herself: ""… just because my husband is your husband's boss, it doesn't mean that we are friends or even on the same level…" . Remember? (Nasty little snob!) AND she said you had a fat ass. Personally I'm glad Jolene stuffed her.
And you're taking her to lunch???
You're a saint. That's all I can say. Must be Kiva's influence. 

We reconciled before we I fought Destiny... it's like a cat fighting circle of life!....
And my ass was a little on the plumper side at the time 

[Tiberius J.C.]

I'm sure it is, was, and always will be, a thing of inordinate beauty.

[FyreCracka]

Fyre's Fight Journal, Chapter 34: The Priestess


  "This came for you while you were out for your run.." Jake says as he hands me a very ornate envelope with no markings, signifying it must have been hand delivered. Instantly, I know it has to be from the Valkyrie. Excitedly, I grab the letter and open it.

  "Dear Lady Lonestar, I am pleased to offer you an opportunity for your first fight at the Valkyrie's Palace. I have deemed you and your opponent to be apparent equals and will be excited to learn which of you is the better woman. I have included a small bio of pertinent information on your opponent to assist in your decision and she received a similar one with your information. You have 2 days to accept or decline the offer. Hopefully, I'll see you on The Battlefield this weekend." The letter was signed "The Valkyrie".

  I look at the "bio" of my opponent. It is a few photos of her in her mask and a green bikini from several angles. I was wondering what they did with those when I had to come into Genevieve's office for a photo shoot after I received my mask. There's not a lot of information but it is the important stuff. It says she is named the Priestess, stands 5'3" tall, weighs 135 pounds and is 39 years old. So, I'm a couple inches taller, 5 pounds lighter and the same age. Finally, there is a note stating this is her third fight here. I have no idea of her record or if she has a resume outside of the Palace. All things considered, it does seem like a fair fight to me.

  Even though it's barely a day since my fight with Tori, I am fresh and chomping at the bit to find my next fight. So I send my response, an obvious "I accept", within an hour of opening the letter and receive a message later that evening that she had accepted as well. Its official, six days from now I'll be standing across from the Priestess in nothing more than a mask and gloves as the wealthiest people in the area and my teenage idol watch.

  As the week crawls along, I find it hard not to stare at the pictures of the The Priestess. From the design of her mask, deep golden skin and dark brown hair, I assume she is Hispanic. She is built differently than I am. She is shorter, more compact. Her legs look powerful but she doesn't appear to be as in shape as I am, but still pretty fit with a fairly flat stomach even if a bit soft. Her mask is an emerald green with a gold "Aztec" style eagle on the front with red accents. I can see a determination in her brown eyes as they stare back at me from the photos.

  When the night finally arrives, I find Jake and myself sitting in my suite waiting for my turn. Being new, I'm not surprised that I'm in the second fight of the night. The wait probably won't be long. The suite is impressive, like a nice hotel room- without a bed but a nice couch and multiple screens for him to watch me in action. The Valkyrie said that having our significant others in the crowd may give away our identities so they stay in the back. Though it isn't unheard of for them be used for bargaining in the pre or post match negotiations. Evidently, some women will do almost anything to keep their mask on.

  Before getting ready, I stare at my mask. It's a glittery, dark blue with a Texas flag motif where the face is worked into the Lonestar itself. Jake helps me put it on and cinch it up. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't take much more work to get ready for the fight. No outfit, I'm nude. No make up since I'm wearing a mask. My hair is in a simple ponytail sticking out of the back of the mask. I pull on the matching fingerless grappling gloves and look at myself in the full length mirror. "Badass..." I whisper out loud.

  As I stare at my reflection, I can't help but to feel a little like a superhero and my mask is protecting my identity. Mild mannered wife and mother by day.... wild, naked catfighter by night, I think to myself as I flex and stretch in the mirror, causing me to audibly chuckle. An unexpected feature of the mask is that I find that I don't really notice or worry about being nude.

  "What?" Jake asks.

  "Nothing... I just like my mask is all" I walk over to him and take his hand to lead him to the couch. The opening bout has just started. There's a tall, slender black woman in a pink and white cat mask that might be Tamika, slugging it out with a shorter, pale, redhead wearing a emerald mask. "Who are these two?" I ask.

  "The Alley Cat versus The Celtic Queen....that's how they were announced." Jake replies, the first part in his interpretation of a fight announcer's voice.

  I continue to do some light stretching, trying to stay ready while I watch the fight. I hope that that cat masked woman isn't Tamika as the redhead has broken the initial stalemate and is in full command of the fight. The butterflies begin to flutter in my stomach as I know the end of the bout is eminent.

  The redhead sits atop the chest of the slender black woman in a schoolgirl pin and demands her surrender. After resisting briefly the "The Alley Cat" embraces the inevitable and moans her submission. I hear a knock at the door while "The Celtic Queen" celebrates her victory. After a quick kiss from my husband, I take a deep breath and head out of room.

  Alice greets me. "Right this way Lady Lonestar..." she leads me to a room just outside the entrance to the battlefield. Just after I enter the room, The Priestess emerges from an opposing door lead by another all business, 'Alice' looking woman. We both strut up to a couple of lines on the floor that are just  a foot or so apart. "Ladies... this is the Prefight Parlay... would you like to propose any stakes before the match?"

  I feel my entire body tense up as I lock eyes with my rival for the first time in person. Though, I had probably spent hours doing the same to her picture during the week. I waste no time and speak first. "Taking her mask is all I care about."

  "All I care about is hurting you, bitch.... The mask is a nice bonus. I agree... masks only." The brunette retorts icily. We continue our stare down and I want to rip into this skank right here, right now as my primal instincts take over but I feel Alice's hand on my arm.

  "It's time, ladies let's go... you'll settle it out there." Alice commands. We are both ushered out of the opposing doors. I am walked down a hall where I wait for mere moments. At the assistant's direction, I step through a curtain into a spotlight.

  I can see my promotional photo on the large screen above the Valkyrie's throne along with my height, weight and the few other pertinent stats. I feel the sand  beneath my feet as I confidently walk down the white sand trail leading to the 'battlefield'. The only lights shine on me, the battlefield and the throne, leaving the audience and the rest the venue in the shadows. While I can't see them and they aren't as rowdy or loud as other crowds, I can "feel" their eyes....evaluating... weighing and measuring... judging me from the darkness as I bounce down the path in only my mask and shiny blue gloves.

  Next, from a path on the opposite side of the throne, The Priestess makes her way to the green turf of the battlefield while I instinctively continue to limber up. Her emerald and gold mask sparkling as she marches down the path. Her large tits jiggle with every step and her eyes focused on me as she throws some warm up punches with her glittering green gloves.

  Once my rival and I are on our marks across from each other, The Valkyrie descends from her throne. The beautiful blonde heiress is dressed in a shimmering, skintight white bodysuit with gold accents and matching mask. Using a microphone attached to an earpiece, she begins hyping the upcoming fight between The Priestess and I as she walks around the combatants.

  She urges the spectators to place their bets, going into our strengths and contrasts. I take notice as she mentions the viciousness and determination of my masked rival. I feel no small amount of pride as Genevieve places her hand on my shoulder and mentions my toughness and skill. "Ladies and gentlemen, you have until I get back to my throne to lock in your bets... it should be a hell of a fight.... Priestess.... Lady Lonestar.... get ready to battle.." The Valkyrie says as she turns to leave the battlefield.

  As Genevieve makes her way back to her throne to preside over the fight, The Priestess and I, still standing on our marks, get into our fighting stances. I've been in well over thirty fights, but this venue has the butterflies fluttering in a way that few of them have.

  A gong sounds and the fight is on. I take my first step sideways, expecting The Priestess to the same. Thinking we will start out cautiously to get a feel for each other but I am taken by surprise as the green masked woman lets out a shriek and charges ferociously at me. Her naked body collides with mine and drives me to the artificial turf.

  I do my best to try to not end up on my back with the heavier woman on top of me, but I only manage to trap one of her legs and keep her from fully mounting me. Between the quick action and with the Latina locked pussy to pussy with me, the previously reserved crowd has come alive.

  Without so much as a pause, I hear myself scream as the Priestess digs her fingers into my right tit. Twisting and kneading my delicate flesh. Not more than thirty seconds into this and I'm in trouble, as now, my bronze skinned adversary starts adding body punches from her right hand to the mix.

  Without thinking, I begin trying to pry my aching orb free and am able to get my foot in a position to kick the brunette off of me. She lands with a thud on her meaty ass and both of us scramble back to our feet.

  I realize that I am subconsciously massaging my mauled breast. Fuck, that hurt and as the beads of sweat begins to trickle into the scratches, it continues to hurt. "Bitch... you'll fucking... pay for that!" I snarl hatefully at the Priestess.

"You sure have a big mouth.... for a woman that is ... getting her ass kicked!" She growls back. The dark haired woman charges again, staying just as aggressive as she started.

  I am prepared this time and catch her with a hook to the body that stops her in her tracks. The blow resets us and, after the momentary pause, we launch ourselves at one another.

  There's a loud sound of flesh smacking together as our naked bodies collide. Followed by the shrieks and groans from us as we begin, what can only be described as a standing catball. We dance around the artificial turf, our nails digging and ripping at any vulnerable piece of flesh they can find. Both of us trying to grab our foe's long ponytail for leverage and control as we look to hurt the woman in front of us in any way we can.

  Our contrasting blonde and brunette manes protruding from the rear of our masks prove to be not worth the effort and we focus all of our hate into scratching and slapping. The crowd noise builds from a buzz to a low roar and I hear curses from The Priestess and I getting louder to rise above the cacophony.

  "Fucking... blonde whore... You're mask is mine!" The Priestess shrieks as she begins to fight harder, stinging my ribs and flanks with slaps and punches while still managing to sink her talons into my aching breast.

  "Fuck you! ... filthy brown haired... twat!" I bark back, one of my hands finding her throat while the other digs into her undefended pussy. The bronze skinned warrior lets out a blood curdling scream and we tumble to the turf in a sweat soaked tangle of claws and contempt.

  After my attack on her nether regions, I am able to end up on top, but my foe bucks and twists violently, sending us into a nasty, curse filled, back and forth catball across the fake grass. We both are able to pin the other woman to the ground for increasing amounts of time as we both become fatigued.

  With every exchange of the top perch we both get more catty and desperate- both in trying to finish the other woman off and in escaping before being beaten into submission. The masked bitch resumed the merciless mauling of my tits and retaliated in kind until both of us are now whimpering wrecks, barely able to see through our tear filled eyes.

  With both of us showing no signs of being forced to surrender from the sheer pain of having our breasts crushed, twisted, kneaded, clawed and otherwise mangled, we both move on to other avenues of attack. I'm the first to change tactics, clamping my hands around the masked brunette's throat as I lie beneath the shorter woman. A fraction of a second later, I feel her nails digging into the flesh of my neck as she does the same to me.

  I buck and twist, toppling The Priestess off of me. We maintain our mutual strangulation hold, our eyes bulging as we lie on or sides trying to choke our adversary. As we both begin to fade as our oxygen levels fall, we both resume our punches. Though, now the blows are slower, weaker and more deliberate.

  The Priestess and I are both desperate to get back on top to finish the other woman as trying to strangle each other with one hand isn't working. We grapple and claw, punch and slap, slowly climbing each other, first to our knees and then, continuing until we are on our feet again. We cling to the other woman, exhausted and only able to stand by hanging on to each other.

  As our knuckles continue to smash into each other's ribs and bellies, it becomes clear that the Priestess is hurting me more than I'm hurting her. She begins to sink two or three punches in to my body for every one that I land.

  I feel the fight slipping away from me and decide to gamble. Even though I know I will collapse without using her to stand, I do my best to shove her off of me and create some distant before I launch one wild, desperate haymaker towards the shiny, green mask.

  I feel the most beautiful pain radiate through my hand as the punch connects flush with the Priestess's jaw. Both of us fall to the turf in a heap as she collapses and my momentum carries me past her. We lie on our backs, next to each other. Barely moving other than the rise and fall of our bare chests along with some slow writhing as neither one of us is able to summon the energy to continue the fight.

  The crowd has come alive after the flurry of fighting and now they are buzzing with random words of encouragement to their favored fighter as they try to motivate the Priestess or me to finish the other woman.

  "C'mon... Kelli... you ... can ... do ... this..." I repeat in my head. My whole body feels so... heavy. It's like every limb has weights attached. Focusing everything I have left, I muster enough energy to roll onto my side. Then onto my belly. I drag myself on top of the woman in the green mask. She weakly tries to stop me but soon I'm pinning her, chest to chest.

  Next, I am able to slide my leg over her belly and mount her. She offers some token resistance as I pin her hands down long enough to work my knees onto her biceps, completing the schoolgirl pin. While squeezing her masked face between my thighs, I glance back to see that the Priestess's legs have relaxed and flattened out. She's done.

  "Priestess.... do... you... surrender?" I ask loudly while looking down at the beautifully crafted, emerald mask and feeling the pinned brunette's hot, wet breaths against my womanhood as she fights for air.

  The Priestess give one last squirming test against my pin before I feel sigh and deflate. "I... surrender.... to you.... Lady Lonestar..." she croaks out, her eyes welling with tears.

  I hear the gong sound and the roar of the crowd. I rise to my feet and stand over the conquered brunette. I look down at the defeated woman at my feet. She is flat on her back, her chest rises and falls erratically as her sobs interrupt her exhausted breathing. Even though she is masked, she has one arm covering her eyes. I can tell that I have broken a very proud woman.

  With no inherent bad blood or any further reason to embarrass this woman- not to mention, the exhaustion and soreness of such a brutal fight is beginning to set in, I feel no need to do anything more than to use my foot to nudge her arm from her face so she can see me as I plant my foot in the center of her chest as I visually confirm my victory for all to see.

  I soak in the adulation of the crowd and hearing Genevieve announce "Your winner.... Lady... Lonestar!" The Valkyrie tosses a long, leather leash onto the battlefield. I retrieve it and hook it to the loop at the base of the Priestess's mask.

  For a brief moment, my defeated rival begins to crawl to the exit like a leashed dog before she rediscovers her self respect and struggles to her feet. Using the leash, I lead her down the path out of the battlefield. Still sobbing slightly and with her head hanging, she follows compliantly.

  When we reach the back and are out of view of the crowd, we couldn't be more different in our conditions. I begin to get excited again- rejuvenated, as I realize that I am about to unmask this woman and she has fallen to her knees, too tired and demoralized to continue to walk.

  I have bit more pep in my step as I lead The Priestess down the hall to a door that is held open by Alice, who might be wearing what goes for a smile on her no nonsense face. I strut to the center of the room with the defeated woman crawling behind. Alice and the other woman from the prefight Parlay stand near the doors, fading into the background. My guess is that they are the enforcers in the event of a sore loser- or a sore winner.

  The Priestess kneels in front of me with her head hanging down as I stand proudly over her. I gently grab her by the chin and guide her dark brown eyes to mine. "Priestess.... reveal yourself to me." I command firmly and possibly a little overly dramatically but I think it's acceptable given the current situation.

  I see the woman's eyes dart back and forth. I can tell that keeping her identity secret her primary concern and she is terrified to remove her mask. "Look... Lonestar, maybe we can work something out. My husband is in the other room... pretty average dick but he knows how to use it and can eat pussy better than even the women I've been with... " The Priestess can tell that I'm not biting. "Please... you can make me watch." She says desperately.

  "I appreciate the offer." I know that, unless she is into that kind of thing- which is doubtful from how she fought, that must be a painful thing to offer up. "But, I already have a man".

  "Maybe you and him would want to have your way with me.. mask staying on obviously." She pleads.

  "Listen... Priestess... I'm gonna level with you.... this is my first match here and yours will be my first mask. There's nothing you can say that will keep me from taking it. That said, I understand the importance of discretion and you have nothing to worry about." I say with sincerity and authority.

  The woman lets out a long, resigned sigh and bows her head. She begins to untie, then unlace her green and gold mask. She slips it off but keeps her eyes focused on the floor for a moment before making eye contact and handing over her mask.

  I immediately recognize her as the tough talking, hard on crime District Attorney, Leticia Montez. That would explain why she fought so hard. One just doesn't get to her position without being a driven, hard working woman. Hell, I feel even better about voting for her after this ordeal.

  I prepare to remove my mask and reveal myself to the conquered prosecutor. Then, I begin to wonder if this could be bad for Jake and his career. I decide that it's best just to stay anonymous. "I think we're finished here." I say before turning away to return to my locker room.

  "Wait!.... Lonestsar... Don't you want to show me who you are... who defeated me?" She asks.

  I stop and and walk back to my still naked and kneeling opponent. "I'm nobody.... nobody you'd recognize anyway.... why do you care?"

 "Look at the label in my mask..." Leticia says.

  I look at the inside of the mask. It reads "The Priestess" and the number "1" in a circle. I noticed a similar label in my own mask.

  The prosecutor continues, "Do you see that number one?... that means it's my first mask... you're the first woman to take it.... and, if it's not too much to ask, I'd like to see the face of the woman who broke me.  Wouldn't you want to know?"

  I mull it over for a moment. I know she's right, I'd want the same if I was in her position and there is the possibility that this could actually be beneficial for Jake having the District Attorney as an ally. "You're right.... I'd want to know..." I reply while starting to loosen my mask. I feel myself transform from Lady Lonestar back into Kelli as my face becomes uncovered. "I know who you are Mrs. Montez... my name is Kelli... Kelli Rose.... no one you would have heard of."

  "But, a name I won't forget.... Thank you." Leticia replies as I extend my hand and help her to her feet. "Maybe The Valkyrie will see fit to give me a chance to even the score one day." The Priestess say as she begins to limp towards her door.

  I begin to feel the familiar aches and pains that happen after such a rough fight once my adrenaline completely fades with all of the exciting parts of the night over, but the exhilaration of winning in this venue makes it completely tolerable. I make my way down the hallway to my dressing room and am met by my smiling husband. He lovingly kisses me and massages me in the shower of the room before we retire to the couch to watch the rest of the fights and wonder where my next adventure will take me.