Fyre's Fight Journal, Chapter 22: Welcome to Texas
This 2 part Chapter has the very excellent writer Kiva as a costar. If you haven't read her entry into this world, Kiva's Fight Journal, you should. It is fantastic (as are all of her other stories). This chapter shows her initial story from my perspective. Kiva's Fight Journal:
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=90742.0Part 1:
"Emily is ok, but I can't wait for Veronica to get back." I say to my friend Kiva as I sit down and pull off my cycling shoes. My oxygen deprived mind wandering to what it would be like to take on either of the two spin class instructors. I'm pretty sure I'd dominate Emily but my guess is that Veronica and I would be a barn burner.
"They're both great" the pretty brunette replies as she begins to change clothes. That's one of the things I like about the blue eyed nurse- always positive, always sweet. She's not bad for a yankee transplant.
As we finish getting dressed, I reattach my catpin to my gym bag. That's the best thing about a class taught by Emily, I'm not worried that I'm too exhausted from it to look for some trouble. I'd never risk this after one of Veronica's classes. I've seen Kiva eyeing the pin curiously but she hasn't asked about it... yet.
Its just as well, I think to myself. While she looks strong enough and I know she is in good shape, she is too nice. I just can't bring myself to let her know about my little hobby. At best, she'd probably think I'm some crazy psycho or freak... or even worse, she might want to try it. I feel like Kiva is the little sister I never had, so maybe I'm just being protective. I know that no matter how good you are at this, you're going to get hurt and I just couldn't handle being responsible for something happening to her.
Dressed and ready, we make our way out of the gym and out to the parking lot, chit chatting like a couple of schoolgirls. As we make our way towards our vehicles, we walk past two other women. Naturally, I'm looking them over and evaluating them, as is my practice. Then, just as we are passing them with a casual "hello", I see it. The bigger of the two has a catpin affixed to her T-shirt.
I immediately freeze as does the taller Italian looking woman. Our eyes lock, she's seen mine and from the look in both of our eyes as they dart between the catpin and back to the other woman's eyes, it looks like we are about to settle this.
My mind goes into overdrive, sizing the tan skinned woman up as we begin the 'dance'. Her wavy, shoulder length black hair bounces as we inch closer to one another until we are toe to toe and chest to chest, our eyes drilling into the other woman's in an intense stare down.
The silence of the stare down is broken by Kiva, her voice shaking. "Girls... I don't know what this is about... but.... I... I.. I'm sure there's ... a mature... way to resolve this. Why don't we just go inside and ... uh... talk?" My innocent friend pleads.
Oh shit, I forgot Kiva was here and this skank has a friend. I hope she doesn't get dragged into this. I'm not about break eye contact with bigger bitch. Hopefully, Kiva will just keep quiet and stay out this. Nope. I'm not that lucky. "How about we all just go out to eat lunch?.... I'll even buy" the nurse tries again, completely in vain as the tan skinned woman and I are now body to body. Neither of us flinching, let alone backing down.
The other woman breaks the silence. "Well, bitch...Looks like you and I need to settle this... right now... don't we, blondie?" She barks with a heavy, unmistakable New York accent.
"Who in the hell are you, skank?... I haven't seen you 'round here before." I growl back.
"My name is Deanna.... moved here from New York a few months ago...and you are?" The pushy dark haired woman sneers.
"I'm Kelli..and I'm about to welcome your ass to Texas, bitch" I snap back at the recent transplant.
“Can someone please explain to me what this about?” I hear Kiva begging. Stay out of this, girl. I think to myself while still maintaining my focus on Deanna.
Ignoring Kiva, Deanna replies in her thick accent "Well Kelli...you’re going to learn today that I’m the new alpha bitch around here.... from what I've seen, you sluts here are weak... I learned to fight in New York City. I’m sure not afraid of some blonde Texas bitch.”
“I know a place behind the gym,” I respond, my voice low and steady as I my head fully is in 'fight' mode and I know I must keep it there if I'm going to fight this bigger woman. “There’s a secluded clearing where we can fight.” I say thinking of an area I had previously picked out for just such an occasion.
“Behind the building.... down the hill, cross the bridge over the creek, on your left. There’s a grassy spot surrounded by a bunch of trees. I doubt anyone will be able to see us and the highway is close enough to drown out the sounds of me whippin' your ass.... I'll be there in five minutes after I change. Meet me there.” I instruct my adversary.
“Oh... I'll be there, skank... and you won't be beating shit, cxnt!" Deanna snarled as I turn back toward the gym to get into some more appropriate gear.
I hustle back to the gym with Kiva in tow. “Kelli, don’t fight. Please tell me what this is about.” I hear her say desperately as we get back to the locker room. I'm silent as we hurry through the door, not really listening. Speedily I retrieve my already sweat soaked bra and shorts from my gym bag. Not optimal, but it'll have to do. "Kelli, this is freaking me out. Are you in a gang? I just don’t believe that.” Kiva says one more time, tugging on my shoulder with concern and confusion in her eyes.
I pause for a moment. I have to tell her. The locker room is empty but still, I keep my voice low. Letting out a loud exhale, I begin, "Kiva....I’ll tell you everything later. For now, I’ll just say there’s something about me you should know.” As quickly as I can, I explain the whole 'catpin' situation as I finish changing.
"T-t-that's...crazy.... Someone- you... could... will get hurt!" She protests, trying to keep her voice down.
"Well the plan is to hurt the other woman..." I say with a smile. "... but, yeah, someone, probably both of us will get hurt..." I'm actually relieved that she is seeing me more as crazy than intrigued by this situation. I go on to explain that there are rules and strict code of conduct. Strict might be a bit of an exaggeration but it seems to put her at ease.
Since she hasn't ran out of the locker room and against my better judgement...and well since I don't know or trust the two women waiting for me, I make the decision to invite her. “Kiva, listen... you’re welcome to watch. My little hobby ain't really a secret...though we don't typically advertise it to the uninitiated. But, understand, you can't interfere or get involved in any way. Please do not move or do anything during the fight. You must promise me that- even if by some miracle this bitch kicks my ass."
“Um...uh...Okay,...I...........promise.” Kiva says with uncertainty. Part of me is relieved that I have someone to watch my back while another part is feeling a bit guilty for dragging her in to this.
Back in my still damp, black sports bra and yoga shorts, I slip out the back door, with Kiva close behind carrying my gym bag. We hurry on our way, down a grassy hill to a creek that borders a public park. After crossing the foot bridge, we head to a wooded area. As we make our way, through trees and a shallow ravine, we come to the clear grassy area that I chose for our battlefield. Deanna and the redhead are there waiting.
“Look, the two losers showed up,” Deanna taunted. “After today, you’re going to know which woman rules around here. Ready to get your ass kicked, Blondie?”
Deanna removed her T-shirt, revealing her matching brown sports bra and shorts, similar to my black set. The New Yorker is fit but not quite as lean as me. She is quite a bit taller, I'd guess 5'8" to my 5'5" and she is probably close to ten pounds heavier, around 140 or so.
She is also way more endowed up top than I. Her brown sports bra straining to contain what appear to be at least D cup breasts as opposed to my smaller B cups. We resume our stare down as we tie our hair into tight ponytails and limber up a bit. I get the sense that she is a veteran at this as well as her eyes were obviously taking in every detail of my body, searching for strengths and weaknesses, before our eyes locked.
With all of the prefight preening over with, Deanna and I, hands on hips, agree hastily to some ground rules... basically, nothing more than slaps to the face, since we both have work, but every thing else goes.
“Texas is full of losers,” Oh, no you didn't. “The Dallas Cowboys suck." Harsh but fair. "The San Antonio Spurs suck." I'm more of a Mavs fan. "Ted Cruz is a moron." Not Saint Ted, too far, bitch! I think she says something about Houston but the line was already crossed.
Smack! The sound of my right palm colliding with Deanna's cheek echo's across the clearing effectively shutting this disrespectful whore's big mouth. The brunette’s head snaps to the side sending her stumbling backward.
"Fucking bitch!" The dark haired woman screams as I follow the slap by charging in low and taking Deanna down to damp earth. We hit the ground with me on top and I quickly start to overwhelm my opponent with barrage of body punches and slaps to her face.
The wooded area is alive with the sounds of our battle, slaps, grunts, groans and curses fill the air. Deanna tries to cover up but I'm doing damage and doing it fast. She bucks and thrashes, kicking out with her long legs and trying to arch her back enough to dislodge me.
I'll give her this, the New Yorker is in shape. Even as I press my advantage and rain pain down on my unfortunate foe, she continues to struggle ferociously. After all of her exertion, she still ends up with her arms trapped beneath my shins in a schoolgirl pin. Before I can really begin to punish her, the leggy bitch's legs hook my neck and pulls me off my perch.
I'm able to scramble before Deanna can capitalize and we clash on the grass locking our grips onto each other's hair. I feel the familiar burning pain in my scalp as tug and pull while our legs begin to entwine. We begin rolling across the ground, trying to pin our rival and take control. Both of us using the other's hair for leverage, we exchange the top position over and over again until we are both sweating, panting and streaked with mud.
I begin to feel myself taking the advantage as the bigger woman starts to tire, but before I can take control, I find myself letting out a bloodcurdling shriek as the Yankee cxnt's long, red painted nails dig deeply into my shoulder. I'm nearly paralyzed by the pain and instinctively release my grip of Deanna's hair as I try to soothe my shoulder and roll away simultaneously.
Unfortunately, my golden locks are still in the Italian woman's clutches. She begins to punish me with a rapid fire onslaught of slaps and scratches. Going after my shoulders and chest as we both scramble to get to our feet. I manage to make it up to a single knee while under assault, but not before Deanna gets to her feet.
With her hand still gripping my hair she pulls me forward and off balance, I feel the dark haired woman grab the back of my sports bra giving her even more leverage. As we struggle, she is able to yank my bra up and over my head, covering my eyes. Blinded, I begin to flail wildly as I get to my feet.
I no more than get upright before Deanna drives me back down and onto my back. The impact with the earth snaps my head against the ground disorienting me but freeing my eyes from the sports bra, which is now tangled around my neck and shoulders.
As my eyes refocus, I see how much trouble I am in. I am flat on my back with the tan skinned whore sitting atop my belly as she rains down a flurry of slaps aimed at my face and tits. I cover up best I can as my self preservation instincts kick in. I am able to absorb most of the shots with my arms but my face is stinging from the ones that get through.
"Filthy twat... block this!" Deanna snarls in a frustrated rage before plunging her blood red talons into my titflesh forcing another scream from my lips. The pain is excruciating and it's all I can do not to scream out a submission. My head swings back and forth as I tell myself to resist that urge. I can see Kiva out of the corner of my eye. The concern is evident in her face and it looks like she is about to come to my rescue. We meet each other's gaze and I use my eyes to communicate "stay out of this". She gives me an uneasy nod and backs away. I can practically hear my friend's knees shaking.
I attempt to pry my tormentor's nails from my chest, but she is completely in command now. Deanna knows that I'm almost done and begins to press her body weight onto my aching breasts as she continues to dig her claws in even deeper. "Say... it... you ... weak Texas ... bitch! Say. It!" Deanna commands.
"No! ....fuck... y-" my defiant answer is cut short and turned into a shriek when the brunette twists her talons brutally. I summon the last of my resolve for one more desperate attempt to escape. I arch my back, trying to bridge up to get Deanna off balance. She quickly adjusts and recovers her balance but I get just enough space to send a knee forcefully towards the middle of the tan woman's back, smashing flush into her spine.
The brown eyed bitch pitches forward enough that I am able to reach up and grab her jaw. She continues to maul my tits, leaving my hand free to find her nose and mouth. I clamp down on Deanna's nose while using my palm to keep her mouth covered. You can't fight if you can't breath, bitch. I think to myself.
Instinctively, the New Yorker lets go of my chest to try to remove my hands from her face. Bucking and squirming, I am able to reestablish my grip on her hair and I also manage to get my fingers hooked into the other woman's nostrils. With one final exertion, I bridge my back all the way off the grass and send Deanna rolling off of me.
The taller woman and I roll apart from each other and we begin laboriously trying to get to our feet again. I make it first and rip the mangled sports bra from my neck, tossing it the ground as Deanna stands up. We raise our fists and start stalking one another in a circular motion.
The cool air of this early spring day stings my shoulders and chest. I can feel the warm trickles of blood from the furrows that my opponent's red nails dug into my skin. My heaving bare chest is smeared with mud from the ground mixing with perspiration and blood. As are my knees and back. My hair is unkempt, my ponytail destroyed and I have twigs, grass and bits of leaves are clinging to it as it hangs limply and sweat soaked.
I level my gaze onto my opponent, looking across the clearing and take stock of Deanna. She is looking like as much of wreck as me at the moment. The bigger woman's massive chest expands and contracts rapidly as she fights to fill her lungs with oxygen. There's a small amount of blood flowing from her nose, her golden tan skin is marred with mud and welts. Her hair is wild and disheveled. We look like we've been through hell and we're not finished yet.
Sensing that my better conditioning is starting to make a difference, I step up the pace and move quickly. Darting in and out flinging wild combinations of body blows and slaps to Deanna's face. The New Yorker is sucking wind now and I measure her for a hard knee. I feign high and send a perfectly aimed knee that sinks into her belly, driving the last little precious breath from her lungs. My foe doubles over before dropping to her hands and knees, gasping.
"Not so... tough... now... are.. ya...cxnt!" I growl as I grab the brunette's hair and bra and rip her up to her knees, her bra coming up, leaving her massive tits dangling freely. I use my left hand to wrench her face towards mine. She glares back at me with hatred twisting her face before I fire a vicious slap across her cheek that echoes through the clearing and sends her ass-first onto the ground.
There's no mistaking it, the bigger woman is hurt. Slowly, she rolls onto her knees and elbows, struggling to recover. Wasting no time, I move in and clamp my legs around her waist, locking a tight body scissors hold. With everything I have left I squeeze my thighs together. Deanna moans loudly as crumples to the earth.
After spin class and this brutal fight, my legs are spent but I hope to have just enough left to get this bitch to surrender. I pulse and flex my legs, trying to crush the other woman's ribs. With every contraction of my legs I force a groan from the dark haired woman. "Say... it... give up, bitch!" I snarl angrily every few pulses.
" go... fuck... your... self... blondie..." Deanna gasps between my attempts to squeeze out the last of her air, her face flushed and contorted in agony. I grab the Italian woman's wavy hair and begin winding it around my fist tightly, exerting even more pressure on my trapped rival.
The taller woman is now crying out in pain but she won't break. Then, I feel her claws dig into my thighs. I gasp as I feel her nails break my skin. "Dirty... fighting... whore!.." I spit, holding on for dear life as the pain from her talons causes my eyes to water. Finally, I can't take any more and break the hold, kicking the big chested skank off and away from me.
Again we roll apart and scramble- well more stagger and stumble, our way back to standing positions. Deanna is clearly hurting more than me as she rises unsteadily to her feet and frees herself from the tangles of her bra. The tan woman looks wobbly as she clutches her ribs while panting uncontrollably. She tries to get into a boxing stance but she looks close to being finished.
I'm not sure what I look like but I know how I feel and that is pissed off and frustrated. It's time to end this. Deanna plods slowly to meet me in the middle of the clearing, but I rush in for the kill. I collide with the bigger woman, our bare chests mashing together as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into a bear hug. I lift the taller woman on to her toes. My smaller, but battered tits are still firmer and they press into her massive but softer ones. Our eyes are locked as I squeeze and, though, she fights it, she finally moans out in pain.
With that, I know that she knows I'm the better woman. Now, the only question is, how much will I have to punish her to make her admit it? I toss her dismissively to the ground. Deanna lands flat on her back. She lies there writhing slowly. Unable to do anything else. "Weak ass bitch.." I mumble under my breath just loud enough for her to hear.
Time to finish this slut, I think to myself as I grab her ankles and fold her in half, planting the other woman's feet into the ground in a matchbook pin. I hear Deanna whimper before I transition into a spladle hold, my side pressing her face into the earth as I hook one leg with my legs and the other with my arms.
Using my weight, I hold her here for several seconds, her ass pointed towards the sky and her legs spread wide for the other two women to see. The New Yorker is shuddering now as she fights back tears, knowing she is completely immobilized and beaten.
"Say you give..." I say tauntingly.
"No!" Deanna grunts defiantly.
"Suit yourself, skank.." I say, completely in command now. I keep the hold tight for maybe another minute. I can feel her tears wet against my flanks and I watch her inner thighs tremble as they strain against the spladle.
Next, I hook her leg under my armpit, freeing one hand. I drag my nails lightly along her tightly stretched legs before sending a punch into her now quivering thigh muscle. Over and over again my fist slams into her legs. I hear Deanna whispering "no.... no.." with every impact.
Finally, I run my hand over my helpless adversary's pussy. Then I give her a firm slap before my fingernails find her clit. Deanna knows that her yoga shorts won't provide any protection from what I'm about to do. The tan woman's body tenses up and she cries out "I give... I give up.... let me go!"
"Tell everyone who the true alpha here is, bitch!" I demand, applying a little pressure to my foe's nether regions.
"You... You are..." the dark haired woman sobs.
"Who is the most pathetic loser in Texas?"
" I am."
"One more time... what are you?"
" A loser.."
"That's right, bitch... I expect you to know your role around here now... you see me, you get the fuck outta my way.... capiche?" I say, mocking her with that last part.
"Ok... I will... this is your territory..." she blurts out, clearly, Deanna just wants this to end.
I finally release the hold and get off of the conquered woman. I stand up and brush off some of the bits of grass and dirt that, along with the scratches and welts, decorate my body from this war. I look down at the woman that I have just beaten. She is laying flat on her back, her bare tits rapidly rising and falling trying to replenish oxygen. Tears are flowing down her cheeks and she is trying to cover her face with her hands.
I saunter to her and stand over the defeated woman for a moment before using my foot to move her hands off of her face. She looks away as I plant my foot in the center of her chest like a conquering army would plant their flag. I look around the clearing and see the skinny redhead glaring. At first, I think she is looking at me and that I will have to deal with her on another day. Then I realize she is staring at Kiva with a look that says "it will be us next time." My friend sees it as well and has a confused look on her face. I wonder what I might have gotten Kiva involved in.
I feel the adrenaline dump and the pain begins to settle in as I slip my T-shirt back on. "Are you ok?" Kiva asks a She picks up my gym bag. She is visibly shaken after watching this ordeal.
I smile tiredly. "I'm fine.... Are YOU ok?" I ask my friend.
She doesn't answer. She is busy in "nurse mode" looking me over. Finally, she speaks. "I have some Neosporin ointment in my car..... Can we leave now?"
"Yeah... let's get out of here.." I reply. I can tell she is still upset after witnessing this. "Kiva... I'm sorry you had to see this, but thanks for having my back."
I look back to see the redhead helping Deanna come out of the clearing. It's one of my guilty pleasures to know that the other woman is worse off than me after a fight, but even the glow of victory is waning and my entire body is in pain. I have to get home.
The worried nurse gives me the Neosporin as we get to my car. "Look Kiva, I'll explain everything soon, but now.... I really need to get home."
The next day, I run into Kiva after a parent-teacher event. "Are you up for coffee?" I ask her. I can still see no small amount of consternation on her face and I feel a need to lay it all out there, for better or worse.
After settling in and making our order, I begin to tell my tale. How I started fighting at 37, how the website works- everything. I go into how I think that women are naturally competitive and have been repressing our primal instincts for generations, how I think that fighting is simply more honest than the gossiping, backstabbing and general manipulation that most modern women engage in. She asks questions and seems genuinely curious but I'm still not sure if she thinks I'm crazy or if she will be entering this world.
