Fyre's Fight Journal, Chapter 26: A Blast From the Past
"Kelli Warner....I hoped I'd find you" I hear from a familiar voice using my maiden name. I turn around and see a face I haven't seen in close to twenty years.
"Coach Blackwell? ...." I ask almost rhetorically. As the tall slender woman makes her way towards me as Jake and I began to make our way out of the old high school cafeteria that had been converted into an auditorium for my high school reunion.
Now that she has closed the distance, I see why she was looking for me- she has a catpin affixed to her basketball team warmups. My mind goes into overdrive as I begin to size my former high school basketball coach up.
Coach Natalie Blackwell was very young when she took over the basketball program my junior year. She was a former collegiate basketball player and a very competitive. Not to mention, very egotistical since she had just wrapped up a fairly successful collegiate career. Which made her hard on us, especially, me. Which was ok with me since, at the time, basketball was my life. I wanted to win, I wanted a state championship and I, as a kid from a working class family, needed a scholarship. She always gave off the impression that we were just high school kids playing a game, not a serious athlete like her.
While I never got the state championship or the basketball scholarship, I was able to earn enough other scholarships along with working that I was able to go to college- like most things I do, I did it the hard way. Looking back, I know I wasn't the most athletically gifted player, but I outworked and I knew more about basketball than everyone else on the team which made me good but not 'free ride' good.
As I look at her now, I find it funny that, even though she was an authority figure back then, I am able to see her as just another woman. Since she was a young coach which makes us close in age now. She's is 45 or so to my 39. She has clearly kept herself in great shape, I would guess that many women my age and younger would envy her body. I'd guess she is a fit 145 pounds to my 130. She is tall, probably 5'8" while I stand 5' 5 1/2". She has her dark brown hair pulled into a tight ponytail and her blue eyes are locked onto my brown eyes. She has what many would call a handsome face and she looks a little more weathered than she should but she is still an attractive woman.
It is quite apparent that she came for one reason, to fight me. My heart races wondering how this will go down. While she may be dressed in athletic clothing, I've been at my reunion and am wearing a purple, our school color, dress and heels.
"I heard about you fighting out at Billy's club and I hoped you'd be here tonight....I was surprised that you would take up fighting... I never really figured you for the type, Warner.... I've been wrong about you before. This is nearly as surprising as when I received letters from several colleges inquiring about you and wanting to make you an offer... mostly partial scholarships to small schools nothing too impressive, though." She says coldly as she walks up to me until we are mere inches apart.
What. The. Hell? I had scholarship offers and this bitch didn't tell me. "What scholarships? ... what are you talking about, Coach?" I blurt out with a little bit of an edge as I try to wrap my head around this newfound knowledge.
"Oh... did I forget to tell you about those... oops" she says facetiously with a feigned innocent shrug. ".... no hard feelings?" The hell there aren't. "... look, Warner, I did you a favor. You were a good little high school point guard, but that was it... if you'd have gone further, you'd have been embarrassed by real athletes... which would have been embarrassing to me, understand? ...you would have been playing against women like me... I'm sure you remember when I would practice against you...and look, even now, you are clearly inferior to me...".
"Well... we'll just have to see about that won't we, Natalie?..." I'm seething as I hiss back, choosing to use her first name to make sure she knows that I'm not that same high school girl she knew. I'm a grown woman now... and most importantly, in this situation, I'm a damn catfighter.
Her eyes narrow and she smirks, "I wasn't expecting to see that much hatred in your eyes when I told you... you really didn't have a clue, did you?.. I assume that means you're game?"
I realized I'm now chest to chest with my former coach, looking up at her. "You bet your ass I am.... when and where, bitch?"
"Now... and the only place we can settle it- on the hardwood. Follow me, little girl." Natalie sneers before turning and walking down the hall. I give Jake a look and can see that he wants me to kick her ass as badly as I do. We walk behind her, picking up a man with a camera bag slung across his broad chest into our group on our way to the gymnasium once we got outside. She informs us that he is her husband, Ray, the school's wrestling coach.
"Sure you girls don't want to do this on my mats...that would be much more comfortable?" Ray asks as we pass the field house.
"No way... we have to do this on the court." I answer. At this point, all of my dreams from my high school days that died from not getting a single scholarship offer are rushing back and demanding that I avenge them. Natalie is right, the only place suitable for this battle is on the court.
We arrive at the old gymnasium and the coach unlocks the door, locking it back once we are inside. We make our way out to the center of the court where I spent so much of my high school existence. A single light is on over the school logo, a purple tiger's head between my town's name and the word "tigers". The rest of the gymnasium is dark, but for the faint glow of the red and green lights from the scoreboard. Once we are in the illuminated circle it is impossible to see anything other than blackness in the gym. The place still smells the same. A mix of lacquer, leather, sweat and cleaning supplies.
We stand across from each other with our men behind us. "Warner... do you think you are you woman enough to fight me 'cavewoman' style?" Natalie asks confidently. She sees the obvious question in my eyes before I speak and continues. "That's where we fight completely natural and go until one woman admits her inferiority. Normally, I'd suggest a wrestling match... but I think settling this will demand something above and beyond".
"Sounds good to me...oh, and It's Rose now...not Warner... and what exactly do you mean by completely natural?"
"Nothing more than what the good Lord gave us- not even a hair tie" Coach Blackwell answers with a tone that indicates she expects me to be intimidated by her rules.
"I accept.... primal... no excuses... just how it should be." I answer like I've been here before, because I have.
I begin to take off my jewelry, earrings, bracelets, my wedding band, and hand them to Jake. Next, I untie my hair, letting my long, blonde mane fall free to the middle of my back, before giving it a good shake. I notice that Natalie has begun to remove her warmups, she is staring at me intensely as we are both now fully committed.
Without, breaking eye contact with my opponent, I slip out of my heels and give them to my husband. Followed by removing my dress and hose. I'm now standing in my black bra and panties. Across from me, Natalie has made it out of her clothes and is now in her bra and panties, both white.
Still staring, I unhook my bra, my chest falls free and I hand the garment to Jake. The brunette does the same. I give her a quick smirk as my chest is a bit firmer. With both of us nearly nude, I get a better chance to evaluate the woman in front of me. We are built, proportionally, very similarly but she is larger and a bit more muscular while I'm leaner. Our chests even look the same until we get closer and I see she is, maybe, a cup size larger than me at a C.
Next, off come our panties. Now we're both in what she referred to as our natural state with our long hair loose and hanging to the middle of our backs. But for, that we each have trimmed our pubic hair, a landing strip for me and a tightly trimmed bush for her, and our painted finger and toe nails, we very much are as we would have been back in prehistoric times.
Like two generals of medieval armies meeting on the battlefield for final negotiations before a fight, we engage in a stare down on the center line of the court. We move forward until our breasts touch, then press further until we are nose to nose. "You know I have to hurt you for not telling me about those scholarships, right?" I say as serious as I've ever been.
"I understand that you have to try, sweetie... but you need to know that you can't beat me... if you want to change this into a wrestling match and get out of this in one piece... tell me now, or, make no mistake, I will hurt you." Natalie growls back just as seriously.
"No... we do this... and we do it until it's settled. Until one of us begs the other for mercy."
"I agree... I'd say it's not personal but we both know it is."
We both take a couple of steps back and begin to stalk each other, circling the logo. Her, in a traditional wrestling stance and me, in more of a boxing stance. As we move, I can see the gymnasium's scoreboard, Natalie's husband has started his camera as well as the clock, the blocky, green digital numbers counting up instead of down.
I know this will be a tough and most likely brutal affair. My opponent is athletic, competitive, bigger and I know she has the right mindset- not to mention she is married to the wrestling coach, but I have to do this and I have to win.
Natalie is the first to make a move, lunging in at my legs for a takedown. Instinctively, I latch on to the brunette's long hair and keep her at bay. With her momentum stopped, I immediately begin firing punches and slaps. My adversary reciprocates and soon we are dancing around the center of the court in a wild bitch clench. We sling each other around viciously, trying to establish control of the other woman.
Both of us are groaning and cursing in frustration as we settle into a stalemate. Already breathing hard, we keep tightening our grips on each other's hair until we are locked forehead to forehead. With our bodies pulled in close and grinding against one another, I can feel the older woman's strength.
"You've turned into quite ... a ... bitch... Warner" Natalie snarls as we keep our talons tangled in each other's hair.
"You ... always were ... a bitch, Natalie..." I retort, straining as the taller woman starts to push me backwards.
As I begin to slowly lose ground, I know I have to use my advantages, and going strength to strength plays to hers. I hop back and start trying to use momentum to get the bigger woman off balance. We both let out screams as out my explosive movements magnify the burning pain in our scalps. My former coach tries to do the same but I beat her to the punch and she is the one fighting to stay upright. Keeping up the pressure, I am able to jerk her into a headlock. We struggle briefly before I wrangle her to the hard wooden floor of our battlefield.
I feel her breasts flatten against my back as lie on top of her, cranking her neck with all I have. For a brief moment everything becomes quiet but for the sound of both us breathing heavily. I glance up quickly and see that it has been five minutes since we started. "You ready... to give up... old bitch!" I snap as my bicep flexes against her jaw and I hear her groan through gritted teeth.
I scream out as she begins pulling my blonde locks again as her response. "Fucking... bitch!" I growl, tightening the hold until I feel her begin to plant her feet and raise her hips. Before I know it, she is able to roll me over and we start to tumble painfully across the mercilessly hard court.
Being married to the wrestling coach begins to pay dividends for the brunette and in short order, my opponent methodically is able to free herself. I am powerless to stop her as she seems almost comfortable on this hard surface. Natalie is able to do virtually whatever she wants so far on the ground. I can feel her starting to try to isolate and pin my arms and legs. I keep escaping before she solidify each hold, but I know it's just a matter of time before she locks me down. The older woman moves calmly, taking her time. I can tell this is her world and I have to get away.
Before she can trap anything, I let loose like a wildcat tossed into a kiddie pool, kicking and slapping, doing anything I can to keep her off of me. I manage to fend her off using my quickness and scramble back to my feet. We are still knuckles deep in each other's hair and my scalp is burning but I know hers is as well. I may be huffing and puffing after all of my wild flailing but at least, I'm not on the ground with the wife of a wrestling coach.
Hoping to keep the heat on, I yank the taller woman to her feet as I continue my assault. We slap and punch at each other's bodies, claw and scratch at each other's tits, our bodies slam into each other over and over again, all while neither of us will let go of the other woman's hair. It's like we have both gone "all in" and refuse to release even if it would mean some relief.
Our fight continues with flurry after flurry of every type of strike imaginable, I feel like I'm getting the better of my old coach in every exchange, but only slightly. Natalie is proving to be strong and tough, and there no way this is going to end soon. During one of our brief clenches to catch our breath, I peek up at the clock again. Fuck! No wonder I'm exhausted and dripping with sweat, we've been going at this pace for just over fourteen minutes.
I pride myself on my toughness and endurance. Very few of my opponents have ever been able to go toe to toe with me at a pace like this and for the first time, I begin to question myself. Is Natalie right? Is she superior to me? Was she right when she said I couldn't play at the next level all those years ago?
There it is again, I remember how much this bitch cost me. Fuck her. She has to pay. With my rage building again, I refocus. I've been the one getting the better of our exchanges, so I have to stay the course, keep hitting her, keep fighting. I can beat her, I have to beat her. I keep telling myself as fight through the pain.
As our battle continues, the court becomes treacherous as the perspiration makes its way down our nude bodies and onto the hardwood. Our groans become screams as now holding onto our opponent's hair becomes the primary way that we stay upright whenever one of us has the misfortune of stepping in a puddle.
Finally, one of my punches strikes gold, burying my knuckles deep into the older woman's belly. She drops to her knees with a gasp and for the first time since this fight began, nearly twenty minutes ago, neither of us has the other's hair in our grasp.
I roll my neck and shake out my hair as I watch my opponent begin to rise to her feet. Normally, I'd want to pounce on a downed foe and continue the beating, but after my earlier roll on the floor with Natalie, I want nothing to do with being on the ground with her. Besides, I just put her down with a punch.
"Had enough... you old bitch?" I hiss as stand proudly, fists up and ready to continue our battle.
"Fuck you... you little cxnt... you'll never... beat me..." Natalie growls in a determined tone as she crouches in a wrestling stance.
"Suite ...yourself... slut" I bark back, as I begin to circle my prey.
We stalk each other, her lunging in try to grab me while I stick and move, wrecking the older woman with punches. I'm finally starting to get control of this thing and the brunette is starting to show signs that she is weakening. "Stop ... jumping... around.. you ... miserable... little ... twat.." she pants as I dodge her latest attempt and send a hard hook to her ribs.
"As soon as you... say those .. two little words... Natalie... then I'll stop" I chirp back. My confidence is building just as much as her frustration as we pass the twenty-six minute mark.
The older woman glares at me then screams as she charges. I send a hard right into her jaw but she still makes it into me. I feel my feet swept up as she manages to pick me up, I'm held horizontally, tit to tit with my rival for a brief moment before I'm dumped back first onto the hardwood, her entire weight crashing down on top of me. The pain is paralyzing as it radiates through my body.
My back tries to arch and writhe involuntarily to soothe the pain from the impact but Natalie's solid body presses down on mine as she lies on top of me chest to chest in a crossbody pin. For nearly a minute we lie nearly motionless as we both try to recover.
As much as I try to force myself to escape this predicament, Natalie is the first to start moving. The leathery skinned brunette drags herself into a schoolgirl pin on top of me. With her hips planted on my belly, she pins the back of my hands just above my head. My only resistance is to groan. "Submit... Kelli... you're done.." she sneers as her breasts dangle above my face.
"Never!" I spit back, planting my feet and sending us into a brief catball. We tumble across the purple tiger's head once or twice before she plants me back into the same position. She bears down harder this time and I can't keep from moaning as the backs of my hands are pressed painfully against the wood floor. Again, I roar as I bridge my body, sending us grappling and wrestling across the court.
Fighting more desperately this time, I scratch and claw at her. For a moment I drag her into another nasty catball before she remembers she is clearly the better wrestler and takes control again. Regaining her mount on top of me, this time she is more aggressive as she cements the schoolgirl pin in a dominant manner.
"See... you can't compete... give up." Natalie growls gaining confidence as she keeps me pinned on my back. As she holds me in place, it occurs to me from the slight look of confusion in her eyes, that she must almost exclusively win by pinfall and she's not used to having to force another woman to give up by hurting her.
"No... never!" I shout back defiantly. Her eyes study me as she tries figure out what she needs to do to make me announce my submission to her in front of our spouses.
I squirm, trying to escape but now the hardwood court is coated with the combined perspiration of Natalie and I. My feet, unable find any kind of purchase for me to plant and try to buck my former coach off of me, slip and kick in futility.
"You always were... a hardheaded bitch, Kelli.... too bad for you... I know... how to... make... stupid... hurt!" Natalie's eyes flash with a sadistic glint letting me know she has remembered that she can hurt me from on top.
The bigger brunette, releases my wrists and turns her attention to sinking her claws into my tits. Damn, this vile whore has some hand strength. I think to myself as the piercing pain sends screams from my lips. I pry at her hands, my feet continue to slip and slide fruitlessly as I try to topple the wrestling coach's wife from her perch, but her balance and position are just too good.
I can feel the tears welling and beginning to trickle from the corners of my eyes, no doubt streaking my mascara if it's not already smudged beyond all recognition. I'm still planted firmly on my back, the sweat soaked court rendering almost all of my body's weapons useless. All I have left is my arms and claws.
I reach up and clamp my hands around Natalie's throat. Cutting off her air supply. We both cling to our respective holds desperately. As much as the searing pain of the brunette kneading and clawing my chest while she keeps me flattened on my back makes me want this to end, I can see her face changing colors. Just hold on, Kelli. Don't let go. I can do this.
Finally, the pain in my chest stops. My foe has finally released my aching tits. Natalie straightens up and rips at my grip in a panic. Within a few seconds, she has my hands pinned back to the floor. The coach coughs and sputters as her face returns to its normal color but is twisted in a rage. I can see the clock as our fight passes the 32 minute mark- the length of girl's high school basketball game.
Natalie's blue eyes are now burning with hatred. "Times up... Warner... I can see ... you have... nothing left... you did manage... to last longer... than I expected... but this game... is over!" With that, she reaches down and grabs my chin. We struggle briefly before her hand slips onto my cheek. I gasp as her palm presses my face into the hard floor.
The pain is excruciating and I am moaning as my head is crushed by the bigger woman. "Just... give... the... fuck... up... Kelli..." I reach up for her face but she's too tall and I can only grab her biceps. With all hope slipping away, I desperately latch on to her tits with my talons.
My tormentor lets out a scream and her hands go to her chest to try and pull my claws out of her orbs. I take advantage of the moment, twisting and sending us into another catball. Natalie stops my rally even faster this time, pinning me...again. Holding my hands down on the floor, she stares down at me. "You have... to be the... most stubborn... cxnt... I've ever met."
I'm panting and exhausted, but I stare up at Natalie with rage. "You... won't... beat... me!" I bark from beneath the older woman. Her hips press down on mine, she stretches my arms above my head until her chest is resting on mine. We are now practically nose to nose. I can't escape her glare and both of us know that she is slowly draining what's left of my energy.
My rival has been able to catch her breath as she effortlessly maintains her perch above me. She smirks as she feels my chest struggling to rise with her weight pressing down on me.
A look of complete confidence washes over the older woman's face. "Yes... yes, I will beat you... You realize you've been pinned for..." her voice trails off as we both look up at the scoreboard to check the time, 37 minutes. "... the better part of five minutes now. If the boys your senior year had realized you were this comfortable on your back, you might have ended up as Prom Queen... or pregnant." Natalie chuckles.
"Fuck... you... Natalie.." I hiss. Maybe I would have been more popular if I wasn't always in the damn gym working my ass off to get a scholarship so my poor ass could go to college. I'll be damned if I'm going to let this bitch beat me and think she's been right all these years.
"Face it Warner... you've never been on my level... " Natalie flexes her body along mine, her muscles pressing against mine, before she continues. "I'm clearly... stronger...". Next she shimmies her chest to tauntingly use her tits to smack my face. "My tits... hell, my body, in general, is more womanly.." Kelli... it's time to submit and admit the truth....women like you are just ... just inferior to women like me". Seeking to force my submission she drops her chest onto my face to smother me.
As I feel her rock hard, pink nipple press against my lips, her titflesh covers my mouth and I'm fighting for air. Her thick protruding nipple presses past my lips and I open my mouth, I can taste the salt on her skin as her breast fills my mouth cutting off my oxygen. Out of options and with no intention of going silently into that good night, I bite down... hard. Her scream echoes throughout the empty gymnasium. "Fucking psycho!" Natalie shrieks as she recoils off of me from the pain and massages her tit. The bigger woman rolls across the court, away from me and my pearly whites.
Everything hurts as will my body off the hardwood and onto unsteady legs, my hair is matted with sweat, my mauled chest rises and falls rapidly as I try to force air into my lungs. I ball my fists up but I don't even have enough left to get into a proper fighting stance.
Across from me, Natalie has gotten back to her feet. She glares hatefully at me, still rubbing her breast, which is no sporting a deep reddish purple bruise. Her hair is wild and disheveled making her look like a true cavewoman. A wry, sadistic smile forms across my former coach's lip. "I didn't think you had it in you, Kelli.... but I am going to make you pay for that, bitch!" She growls as she raises her hands with her fists clenched.
"Just.. shut.. the.. hell... up... Natalie..." I grunt out between breaths as I motion her to come and get some. I'm tired of this bitch's speeches... her taunting.... her stupid games... and her damn arrogance. I move forward towards her. I'm either gonna knock this bitch out or end up laid out on the middle of my high school's mascot logo. This ends now.
Wearily we approach each other, ready for the final chapter of this fight. Natalie is fresher and seething. I might be battered and beaten, but I'm still on my feet and unconquered. I might not have much of a chance but I still have a chance.
When we get within arm's reach of each other my head snaps back from a quick jab. I stagger backwards a step or two before coming back at my foe, slinging a wild haymaker that whips Natalie's head around her long brown hair following as she stumbles a few steps before recovering. We get close again, exchanging big looping punches with no follow up blows or combinations, both of us trying to land that one knockout shot and withstand the other woman's blows.
I'm not sure how either of us is standing at this point, but we keep going. My legs are like jelly as I land another straight right to Natalie's jaw that I'm sure should finish her but she wobbles a bit before firing a hard hook that crashes into my belly. Instinctively, I wrap her into a clench rather than doubling over. That one hurt, I groan with every breath as we hang onto each other's naked body to stay vertical.
I dig my nails into the older woman's back as I still want to keep hurting this bitch. She yelps and retaliates in kind. Before long, we are pinching each other's tits, clawing, scratching, and landing short, hard punches to the body. We are both whimpering and crying but still steadfast in our efforts make the other woman quit.
Natalie tries to break the stalemate by reaching down and digging her nails into my pussy. I scream out, planting one hand in her chest, trying to push away. Her grip remains strong and I can't escape but I see my opportunity. With her at arm's length, and her hands tearing at my womanhood, her jaw is left unprotected. With everything I have left, I fire an uppercut.
My knuckles connect flush sending Natalie and myself crashing to the hardwood of the court. We lie on our sides, next to each other in two moaning heaps barely clinging to consciousness only a foot or so apart. Through, my hazy vision I stare at the woman on the ground next to me. Her eyes are equally glassy. Both of us are slowly writhing on the floor when I reach out with one hand. My fingers find her breast and I begin squeezing and twisting. I will beat this woman.
"Bitch..." a ragged whisper comes from my former coach's lips before I feel her start scratching at my chest in a similar manner. Running on sheer willpower and 20 years of pent up anger, I start dragging my sweat covered body across slick floor of the court using Natalie's tit as an anchor. I make it to my enemy and force her onto her back. Like a snake, I slowly slither on top of her, straddling her belly.
I clamp my hands around the brunette's windpipe. Natalie's eyes go wide and she tries to squirm free in a panic, but now it's her who is slipping on the wet court with no way out. In a desperate last ditch effort to survive this attack, I feel the taller woman's claws sink into the skin around my jaw and chin. The pain is intense but I hold fast until I feel the pressure of her grip begin to fade. Her hands slide down my arms and finally fall the floor.
I loosen my hold on her throat. "Do... you... give?" I ask, completely spent and staring down into Natalie's bloodshot and teary blue eyes.
"...I give... you... win..." she coughs out in a defeated gasp. I collapse off to the side and look up at the clock. Just over 40 minutes have passed since we started... 40 minutes, the same length as an NCAA basketball game.
Both of us are lying on the court in silence for what feels like forever. The gymnasium has gone silent but for the sounds of our breathing. The sound of a sneaker squeaking on the court alerts me to the presence of the men. I see the red "recording" light on Ray's camera as he is dutifully filming the aftermath of my fight against his wife.
Even after fighting another woman in the buff, I can't help but want to cover up. I sit up, trying to be as modest as I can in this situation. I stare at my defeated opponent. She is still lying on her back, sprawled across the purple tiger's head, her chest now rising and falling normally. She has her face turned away from me. A feeling of triumph begins to build inside of me as the realization of what I have just accomplished settles in.
One last time, I struggle to my hands and knees, then get on my feet. I still have one piece of unfinished business left with Natalie. I walk over to her. I use my toe to gently nudge her arm off of her chest before I place my foot between the conquered woman's tits. Standing proudly with my arms flexes as her husband records the moment.
I begin to stagger back to Jake, but only make it a few steps before I stop, the whole gym begins to spin. I feel my husband's strong arms wrap around me as I start to fall. He picks me up and I hang onto his neck. As the adrenaline fades, I know I probably won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow.
Jake gives me a smile that is beaming with pride and I can't help but to use what little energy I have left to smile back. Even that hurts like hell. He carries me back to the bleachers and helps me get dressed enough for us to be able to make it to his truck.
About the time I'm ready to be helped out of the gym, Natalie, with Ray assisting her comes into view. "Warn-... I mean Kelli. I just wanted to say I underestimated you... tonight and when you played for me years ago. You were the better woman tonight.." she says sincerely. "You won't be next time" she finishes, just as sincerely as she starts to walk away.
"Thanks, coa- I mean...Natalie. We'll just have to see about that... I'll be ready whenever you are." I say, back. I don't doubt for a moment, that Natalie and I will cross claws again, but for now, I feel happy... and vindicated.
I hope that I'll feel up for a little celebration of this win later tonight, but as Jake carries me to his truck every step brings more pain and stiffness, I know that I might have to settle for a bubble bath and a foot rub. Either way, I know this was a big win against one of the toughest women I've ever fought and once I recover, I'll be ready to build on this in my future adventures.
