[h_k]

Shouldn't perhaps say this, because the last thing in the world I want to do is make an enemy of Kelli (what with me being her most loyal fan and all) but when the story's told from this angle, you sort of hope for a different result. I feel a bit sorry for Lily now. More than a bit sorry, in fact, which is strange because I've always rooted for Kelli in the past.

[Kiva]

Chapter 6: A Crazy Broad Named Kiva
                  by Major General (Ret) Peter J. Brockman

Original story: KFJ Chapter 3: Awakened  https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=90742.0

Background: This story was an important step in my evolution as a fighter. In the first half, my husband and I are in a golfing foursome with an elderly retired General and his young wife, Kyong. The General and I did not see eye to eye. I found him to be an ignorant bigot. He tried my patience so badly that I snapped after the 18th hole. In the second half, Kyong and I have a catty wrestling match inside a sand bunker. Finally, the General gets to tell his side of the story….Oh,..and did I mention chapter 3 has a shower sex scene?


Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'
-Bob Dylan


My name is Major General Peter Brockman. I believe in God, family, and the U.S. of A. I’m dang 80 years old. Yes sir, I’ve been around a long time. I’ve been in Nam, the jungles of Nicaragua, Africa, Korea, all over the Middle East, even the Arctic where it was so damn cold, you had to pee quickly before your dick froze off. I’ve been shot at, dodged improvised  explosive devices, been in three rollovers and survived it all. Yes sir, the good Lord must’ve taken a liking to me. I thought I had seen it all. That is, until I met this broad, a good-looking gal. Her name was Kiva.

It all started with a round of golf. You see, last year I went to the hospital having chest pain. Well, my ticker just flat out quit. A few more seconds and I’d have been standing at the Pearly Gates reaping my eternal reward. But the doctors thumped my chest, shot me full of electricity, and what do ya know, I came back. Then this cardiologist put this long thingamajig into my heart and cleaned out my pipes like a Roto-Rooter man. The son of a bitch saved my life and today, I’ve never felt better.

One thing you need to know about The General. I always return a favor. If you cross me, I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget. But I will always repay a kind deed. So when I heard this doctor wanted to raise money to buy this fancy robot gadget that could save more lives, I said, “You can count on the old General.” I’ve invested well. I made my money. Like my old man used to say, you come in the world buck nekkid and with nothin and you leave here taking nothin. So the doctor and I decided to talk over the particulars after a round of golf. As it turned out, we both had wives who like to golf so we made it a foursome.

I met my wife Kyong in a bar in South Korea where she was mud rasslin in a bikini. Well, I gotta tell you, the General has one weakness. I got a fondness for the ladies. She was such a cutie patooty and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. And there she was, rasslin in the mud. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t like the idea of women fighting in the military. I believe men should be men and ladies should be ladies. But nothing makes my pecker stand up like the sight of two dames rollin around tryin to get the better of each other. I’ll also admit, my track record in the matrimony department leaves a lot to be desired. I might as well tell ya I was divorced three times. But after I saw Kyong battling another woman in the mud, I said “This one’s a keeper.”

So, we married and came to the States. I retired and we settled down in Texas. Me and the missus joined a country club and we had a good life. She’s a young girl and wanted to experience all America had to offer. And me? Well, I had to face up to the fact that time catches up to all of us. You see, my one eyed Jack wasn’t standing to attention the way he used to. That’s why the Lord created Viagra. And one thing about Oriental women. They love to please their men. Kyong, knowing nothing gets me hornier than a horn toad like the sight of two chickaroonies going toe to toe, decided to take up rasslin and catfightin again. Next, we needed to find another honey to pair her up against.

So that brings us back to this Kiva doll. You see, she was the wife of this doctor who saved my life. So there we were, a golfing foursome: me, the doc, Kyong, and Kiva. And I’ll tell ya, our ladies were smokin. Kiva wore this leopard skirt showing off her nice piece of ass. And Kyong was in this sexy snakeskin outfit.

So, we were all having a nice time, playing golf and talking about good old fashion American values and what’s wrong with America today. And if you know the General, you know I’m not afraid to speak my mind. It’s clear what needs to be done. We can start by getting all the queers and fairies out of the military. We need to make it illegal for men changing into women and women changing into men. Hell, when I was in school, if a boy acted like a girl, you took him out in the yard and beat him up. Just to knock some sense into him. Well today, they take these people, what are they called? Trans? Well, they put them on TV and call them celebrities and everyone thinks they’re just wonderful. Do you think the North Koreans have queers in their military? Hell no. They think they can just lob bombs around because we’re too sissified to stand up to them. Now I’m not racist or anything like that. I think we should treat the coloreds fairly just like us regular people - provided they’re the well behavin kind.

So I’m explaining all of this to Kiva to try to teach her something and she looks at me like I got five eyeballs in my head. She gives me these funny looks and acts like she’s got a stick up her pretty rear. I should have known better. I found out she went to one of those New England schools run by liberals. You know, the ones that think they’re so smart and better than everyone else. They call it “higher education”. That’s the problem with liberal colleges. They teach women to think for themselves and the next thing you know, they’re getting all kinds of crazy ideas. If Kiva was my wife, I’d run her through boot camp just to knock the nonsense out of her head.

At the end of the front nine, the conversation changed. We started talking about girl fights and I told them about Kyong looking for an opponent. And the doc shocked the pants off me by saying that Kiva was also looking for someone to fight. Perfect! We got a match, or so I thought. I proposed the girls go at it at our house. Kiva was bigger but Kyong had some experience. We’d have a barbecue, a chick fight, I’d give the doc his donation check, we’d part as friends. Perfect plan, right? I thought so. But no, Miss Snot Nose ruins it by declining our challenge. Typical liberal. No bite. All talk but when it comes time to put up, they turn their tails and run.

I thought we’d just finish up the back nine and call it a day. The doc was a good guy but his wife had the personality of a potato, just standing around like a sourpuss. But man, the idea of my Kyong and Kiva settling their differences just wouldn’t get out of my head. And you know damn well the ladies were thinking about it too. I could see them comparing themselves, sizing each other up. And sure enough, they started getting testy with each other. That’s the way it is with females. Put a couple of good-lookin gals together, I guarantee ya, they’ll be eyeing each other up and down, playing their catty little games with each other, and soon enough the fur will be flyin. On the golf course, you could just see it in their body language. When the two of us were in our golf cart, Kyong would say, “She’s a bitch. I want to fight her. Could you pay her to fight me, Peter.” Once my little Asian doll gets fired up, look out.

Finally, we finished hole 18 and it was time to say goodbye. I shook hands with the doc and gave Kiva a friendly pat on the tush. And wouldn’t you know it, she jumps at me like a rattlesnake. She gets in my face and screams at me, calling me names, using these high falutin ten-dollar words that only liberals use. Now I know ladies get cranky at that time of the month but I never dealt with this before. Well, I just about dropped a load in my pants. I didn’t get to be a general for nothin. Nobody ever, and I mean NEVER, treated me like that before. If this crazy broad was in the military, I’d have her thrown into Leavenworth. Even now, if a man did that to me, surgeons would still be trying to extract my boot out of his rear.

But I know better. And I understand women like the back of my hand. You see, there was no point arguing with Kiva. She’s unteachable. It’s a scientific fact that women’s brains aren’t as well developed as men’s. They can’t reason. Their pretty little noggins get all blocked up with emotions and stuff like that and their thinking caps don’t work. They don’t know which way is up. So I just said goodbye and left it at that.

Just when I thought it was over, Kiva surprised me again. But that’s how women are, you see. They got all these lady hormones sloshin around inside em. They could be laughin one second and cryin the next. You just never know with them. Kiva said we could have our differences and still be friends. But I know how to read women. No sir, she wasn’t goin to put one over on the General.  What she was really doing was apologizin and admitting she was completely wrong and ready to be submissive. You see, it’s all about reading between the lines. Women love to say one thing and mean another. So I accepted her apology. And then, thank the heavens above, Kiva accepted our offer to rassle Kyong. As soon as she said that, my Johnson rose to salute her. For a second, I thought I misplaced my putter in my pants. No Viagra needed. No sir.

So Tom the doc and Kiva came to our house the next day. Meanwhile, I decided on an arena. It was the sand bunker on the 18th hole. Yep, two sweetie pies rasslin in sand. Just like when I was in Tunisia. We called the bunker “the coffin” because it was deep and rectangular. The golf course closes on Mondays, so perfect. We drove the girls in our golf cart. The doc and I pulled up a couple of chairs on the edge of the bunker. I brought my liquor and we were set.

The girls stripped down to their bikinis. Their swimsuits were patterned like their golf outfits, leopard and snakeskin. Sexy as hell. Then, they removed their tops and decided to wrestle in their bare titties. I’ll admit my wife isn’t much in that department but she’s still a hottie. Soon as I saw these nearly nekkid beauties, my favorite officer, Major Wood, raised my flag to full mast again. Then, the ladies jumped inside the coffin and the match began.

Right away, my Kyong dominated, despite her size disadvantage. She took that liberal cupcake down several times and stretched her this way and that, twisting her and folding her up. Good. Although I accepted Kiva’s apology, I still wanted to see her punished. When a woman shoots off her yap and sasses a man like Kiva did, she needs to have her pride knocked down a few notches and learn her rightful place. She even complained that Kyong was cheating. That’s what liberals do, ya see. They make excuses and blame other people for their failures. And my honey was givin her a whoopin, teaching her a lesson.

It started out as a friendly rasslin match, but gals being gals, they got their dander up and next thing you know, they started swingin, kickin, and swearing at each other. I said just let em go. Once women get a bug in their panties, there’s nothin you can do about it. They need to settle it themselves. Finally, it looked like Kiva had enough. Kyong had her flat on her back, on top of her and gave her a good workin over. And I’ll tell ya, the sight of my little angel sitting on Miss Smarty Panties, beating discipline into her on behalf of The General, her proud little nipples standing up, gave me a feeling I haven’t felt since I was 14 years old and sneaked off to the barn with my old man’s girly magazines.

I figured Kiva by now took enough of a beating and smartened up enough to see the error of her ways. But then, out of nowhere, Kyong made a mistake. Well, that fruit loop Kiva took advantage, used her legs to flip my wife, sending her crashing into the side wall of sand. When her body slid down, Kiva covered her and wrapped her up for the pin. Over just like that. Damn.

I was very proud of Kyong and I gotta say I gained respect for Kiva. She might be flakier than a nut cake but I know a warrior when I see one. She was inexperienced and took a lickin but didn’t quit and prevailed. I like that. And anyone who works in an ICU is a hero in my book.

After the match, I comforted the missus and gave the doc his money. As for Kiva, despite our differences, we’re friends. She’s a good kid but she needs to learn the correct way to use her noodle. I’ll even say she might be right about a few things. I know people are touchy these days and I should be more considerate around womenfolk. Sometimes an old dog needs to learn to do things a little differently.

A few weeks after the match I saw Kiva at Billy’s Sports Bar and Fight Club gallivanting around without her husband, acting like a peahen in mating season. She even entered the Men’s Room yelling out she wanted a man. That’s what happens when a woman’s mind gets poisoned with liberal education. They call it sexual freedom. Well, for the rest of the night, I took her under my wing and kept her on a tight leash, and taught her how to act like a proper lady. Yes sir, she’s still a work in progress. But she’s getting there. She just needs good men to keep her on the right path.*


*This paragraph refers to an incident in chapter 4: Day of Reckoning

[tommyfighter]

WOW!!

[bigfan877]

This is a fans view of Chapter 34, The Priestess. You may want to check out Fyrecracka's original.

***
The first match is up to the standards of the Valkyrie Palace, Genevieve only hires talented fighters, The Alley Cat and Celtic Queen could be main eventers at most other clubs. The Celtic Queen comes out on top this time, the African American Alley Cat tried to make it a boxing match, but the redhead just flat out wrestled her. The end result is a win for the Celtic Queen.

I pick up the tablet provided by Genevieve, I correct myself, “I have to remember to call her Valkyrie here.” While not everywhere backstage, there are two places “Special Access” is granted as part of the entrance cost. The first is the Pre Fight Parlay.

It helps to know what’s on the line in a given match. That the next match is a Mask vs Mask only, makes sense. This is Lady Lonestar’s debut, and the Priestess has shown she’s tough, driven and willing to get rough, but never cruel or petty after matches. A good fit for a high end club like the Valkyrie Palace. 
 
Lady Lonestar looks comfortable heading to the fight area, Valkyrie had a stroke of Genius giving the women masks, she took away everything else, but freed them in the process. The Priestess looks equally assured and comfortable strolling out naked, I wonder if they would be so without the masks, but I know the answer.

Checking the board above Valkyrie’s head, I get the tale of the tape info for both women. Missing is their age, but height, weight, bust size, record, well it would if Lady Lonestar had one. The Priestess is two and oh. Both of them stretch, throw warm up punches, the lights glittering off their masks and gloves.

The goddess herself, in mask and skin tight outfit makes the introductions. Valkyrie knows how to hype a fight and still draw attention to herself. The Mask is just enough to be plausible deniability for her. After getting the fans hyped and the online crowd ready Valkyrie climbs back up the steps to her throne.

 I pass on betting on this fight. To be honest I never bet on the fights, I don’t want it clouding my enjoyment. Rooting for one fighter over another just because I have money on it, isn’t my thing. I prefer to watch these two beautiful women go at it. 

 As the match begins The Priestess shoots across the space and takes Lady Lonestar down to the green “Grass”. The tumble to the floor doesn’t seem to do any damage, of course the fans notice the bumping of mounds going on as the Hispanic and Blonde struggle. They catball for over a minute rolling back and forth. Grinding bits and pieces, pretty even start even if the Priestess is the aggressor.  Then the breast work begins, the Priestess going after Lady Lonestar’s modest right breast, the blonde still squirming as their mounds still press together.

Lady Lonestar kicks the Priestess away, she took a bit of a beating before her escape, but knocking the Aztec Priestess on her ass was a good way to get back into the fight. Both women up and after tending to wounds they begin to circle and jaw at each other. WOW, Lady Lonestar catches the bronze skinned beauty coming in with a hook  to the flanks that stops her cold. To her credit the Priestess doesn’t go down and even locks up with the blonde, neither can get a take down as they battle in close quarters.

There is a couple of minutes of the close quarters combat, slaps, punches, scratches given out to both women; they also toss some more insults at each other. Then it happens, the Priestess’s kitty defense drops and Lady Lonestar grips the kitty hard. It’s not good for the dark haired woman as it's 15-20 second of agony before they tumble down to the turf. That buys the blonde a bit of time to break down the brunette further. Kitty defense is a big deal in these fights, mostly its being able to twist their hips or swat an approaching hand. Lady Lonestar keeps the pressure on for nearly a minute,  before the Priestess recovers to get back into the fight, the pair beginning catballing and rolling around on the turf.

The action continues, both able to attack the other’s orbs with success, Lady Lonestar’s B or C cups and the Priestess’s C-D cups are both taking a beating. The smaller endowed blonde gives up the tit battle first going for a choke, and the dark haired beauty returns in kind, I think they might both passout, but they break off to continue the battle.

First they drop to one hand chokes, each throwing punches with the freed hand. They lay on their sides for a bit, then together get to their knees, trade a few punches, up to one knee, trade a few punches, then stand and trade a few punches. Even from where I’m seated you can see the sweat rolling off their bodies, and the marks that cover most of their bodies.
 
Back to upright it looks like either woman could fall over, without the aid of further blows, but they fight on. CRAAACK! The blow was from the opposite side from where I was sitting, I think it was Lady Lonestar hitting the Priestess, but both women are down. It could have been the green masked woman hitting the Texas themed fighter. The rest of the crowd is shouting and screaming as I move forward on my seat and watch to see which woman moves first.

It’s only a few seconds, then Lady Lonestar does roll herself over and crawls on top of the brunette. The blonde goes breast to breast with the darker skinned woman before sitting up and moving herself up into a controlling school girl pin, her womanhood against the bare chin of the Priestess. It’s not looking good for the green and gold masked woman. It’s just a formality now, is the Priestess one of those women that can’t admit when beaten and ends up taking more punishment?

Lady Lonestar shouts,   "Priestess.... do... you... surrender?"

I wonder if the blonde even realizes her hands are on the other woman’s tits, a reminder or threat maybe?

Then it looks like the Priestess is going to choose to be stubborn and probably get her Lady bits punished more, but then in a louder than I would have expected voice she says, "I... surrender.... to you.... Lady Lonestar..."

The crowd is roaring, many chanting, “Lady Lonestar!”

Thinking, I sum up the match like a football game, it was two evenly matched teams that both played good games, but Lady Lonestar got the big plays, the kitty clamp, and that last punch to the jaw were equivalent to long touchdown plays that just meant the end for the Priestess.

I don’t expect any real post match action, unless I’m totally wrong these two women respect each other. There doesn’t seem to be the rivalry or hate that leads to those post match antics. Sure enough after the nearly mandatory foot on the boobs thing, Valkyrie comes down and tosses the leash. It’s showy, but it's a thing here at the Valkyrie Palace.

I’m glad to see the Priestess get to her feet and walk out of the arena, she really has nothing to be ashamed of. The fans give both fighters a nice round of applause as they exit. I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of both of them.

Post fight:

Picking up the tablet I hit the icon and now view the backstage area.  The second place that special patrons get access to. Like the pre match parlay the post match can be very interesting.

The Priestess kneels in front of Lady Lonestar, I think, “yeah this is just going to be a straight exchange of the mask from loser to winner.”

Yeah it cost 500 dollar, but really that just comes out of the money the Priestess will make for this match. I know that will be well over the 500 dollars for the mask,  so she’ll take home a bit less. Then I hear the brunette offer up her husband and herself rather than give up her mask. Did not see that coming, I wonder if this had not been her first match here would Lady Lonestar would accept either offer? I also wonder why the Priestess would be so protective of her mask, all the fighters at The Valkyrie Palace give up a mask now and then. Well except for Valkyrie herself.

The feed cuts out just as the brunette begins to unmask.

[FyreCracka]

Great addition, Bigfan877!
It always fun to see a story from a different perspective- and in this case, it's not just the fight, but the Valkyrie's Palace as well. I like how you stayed within what your character saw and knew. It was perfect! 

[FyreCracka]

The Catpin Chronicles, Chapter 7: Breaking the Blonde


You can read the original story, Fyre's Fight Journal, Chapter 16: Kelli vs The Collector, here:
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=78153.30

  "Jerome, you did very well." I say out loud even though I'm the only one in my bedroom watching the camera as the couple walks up to my front door. Kelli and Jake Rose. Kelli is my blonde. I've made my through many types of women, but she is my first golden haired opponent.  Watching my nude body move in the mirror, I walk over to my vanity to retrieve the dossier Jerome put together on Mrs. Rose.

  "Thirty-nine years old... Same as me. Five foot five and one half inches, one hundred and thirty pounds... she's an inch and half shorter and five pounds lighter.... close enough..a fair fight" I flip through the pictures that Jerome got from her posted fights off of the 'Catpin' website. I study her body and compare it to mine as I look in the oversized mirror.

  We are built very much alike. My shoulders are slightly broader, her hips slightly wider. Our breasts are similar, mine might be a little bigger. She is a pretty woman, a little unrefined but still pretty. She fights like that, too. Scrappy and tough, where I fight focused and disciplined. She takes a lot of damage but dishes out just as much. Stylistically the opposite of me other than we both seem to draw strength from our emotions.

   I think what it will be like to see her light skin pressing and twisting against mine with my much darker complexion. My nipples stiffen at the thought. I scowl. It disgusts me that some of my opponents turn me on. Just more motivation for me to dominate this one and prove I am better than her.  I continue to study the dossier. Twelve wins and three losses. She may have more wins, but I'm undefeated. I pull on the bright, white bikini bottoms with my name embroidered on them and look in the mirror one more time. "Weak ass whore won't know what hit her." I say out loud.

  Next, I pull the matching white silk robe over my shoulders. "Get in her head... dominate this... blonde... bitch..." I say, reciting my game plan as I throw punches in the mirror with my best intimidating stare looking back at me. "There's no way... some... fucking... housewife... from the ... fucking... suburbs... can compete with me.." I growl, pulling my gloves on and tightening them down. "I bet saying something about her husband will get under her skin... I have to remember to do that." I begin to make my way towards the gym and my private ring.

  I step through the door into my private gym, making my grand entrance. Immediately, the heads of Jerome, Jake and Kelli whip around to see me. I confidently strut towards the group. Mrs. Rose's eyes are studying me with every step. Sizing me up like a true Catpin veteran. This woman gives the impression that she is definitely a fighter.

  With her only a few feet in front of me, I get my first chance to really weigh and measure my blonde. After seeing her in person, I have no doubt this woman can fight but I also have no doubt that the black bikini bottoms will be tacked up next to her picture when she leaves tonight.

  Game on, bitch. I slip out of my robe right in front of the blonde before rolling into the ring and beckoning for my prey to do the same. Kelli rolls into the ring and saunters to the middle of the ring until we are nearly nose to nose and tit to tit. My, my, she is feisty- and unintimidated. She must have earned the 'Fyrecracka' moniker.

  We are locked in an intense stare down, dressed in only our fight attire of the monogrammed bikini bottoms and MMA gloves- hers black, mine white. I can't help but notice she is even prettier in person than she is in the photographs.

  Long, straight blonde hair. Check. Contrasts perfectly with my shoulder length, naturally curly black locks. Her skin almost too tan but still, clearly, white and much lighter than my rich, dark, ebony coloring. Her eyes, while matching mine in intensity, are brown. Jerome knew I wanted blue eyes on my opponent.

  "Jerome, she has brown eyes... I wanted blue ....but otherwise, very good job...even if she does have a couple of losses" I say in a businesslike manner. Jerome actually did a great job but I don't want him getting complacent. He is very well compensated, after all. Not to mention, I'm sure my overly icy demeanor and bringing up her losses has to be intimidating to the smaller blonde.

   "You'll be the one gettin' the loss tonight, stuck up bitch!" The slender white woman barks, closing the distance between us to the point I can smell her skin. I must admit, I am delightfully impressed at this woman's courage... or delusion. She may prove to be a challenge. I truly hope that is the case. I feel my nipples tighten to a diamond like hardness. No doubt another sign of my attraction to this woman. I bristle at that realization.

  I half smile, half smirk at her remark. "Did you pluck her straight from the trailer park, Jerome? Correcting her little.... attitude problem will be a bonus." I snap to Jerome still refusing to even acknowledge the blonde out of purposeful disrespect and a desire to tamp down the dreadful sexual urges that she keeps stirring in me.

   "Shutting your big mouth will be a bonus for me!" She growls back. This woman is fearless and I can tell she is nearly to the point she wants to sink her fingers into my hair. Good. I want her fighting on pure emotion.

  It's time, I think to myself. I don't want a match or a bout with Kelli, I want to fight her. To test her- and myself. To find out which of us is the superior woman. One more good barb should send her over the edge. I look her husband up and down before turning my attention to her for the first time.

  "Is that your husband?" I ask rhetorically. He is quite a brute and looks like he would be a great fuck. Not to mention he does have blue eyes. Too bad, I didn't think of that before, but just the thought of it should suffice for my purposes tonight. "It's a shame I'm finished having children. We could have made an interesting wager. He looks like he would have given me a strong child....oh well, reminding you that you're just a piece of trash compared to me will have to do."

  As soon as the last word leaves my lips, Kelli loses it and lunges at me. I feel the familiar searing pain in my scalp as the woman yanks my hair with all of the rage I have been stoking. I hear myself scream from the pain and as I retaliate in kind, I hear Kelli's shrieks as they add to the cacophony of the newly born battle. We use each other's hair as a weapon. Slinging one another around the ring violently, trying to gain leverage and control... dominance... over our rival. The blonde has proven to be my equal thus far and we begin to curse each other with every hurtful word we can think of, hoping to gain the slightest advantage in order to break this painful stalemate.

  Locked in this tortuous clinch, with our scalps burning and the frustrations mounting, we both begin wildly flinging punches, dragging nails across bare flesh- anything to get the other woman onto the canvas. Neither of us are able to achieve our goal and the frenetic pace with which we started gives way to a slower and more grinding one. We wrap our arms around the other woman and soon our bare chests as pressed tightly together in a mutual bear hug.

  The blonde and I squeeze and press, our bodies now drenched in perspiration and shining beneath the lights from the exertion in the first several minutes of this fight. We each try to push the other woman towards a turnbuckle. The struggle becomes about imposing our physical will onto the other woman and our hands find each other's hair once more as we seek to cause more pain.

  We are plodding around the ring. Back and forth we go. Every time I begin to move the smaller blonde backwards, she growls and rallies. Pushing me backwards. We are cinched in so tightly now that I can feel her heart beating against my chest, our hard nipples dueling, slipping and sliding past one another as we strain. Again, I find myself having to focus on fighting this woman as, now, her fiery determination is turning me on as much as her appearance.

  Even that helps to refocus me. Defeating this woman, making her submit to me, bend her to my will- to my superior body. Those thoughts kindle my lust even more and I find more strength. The blonde begins to fade. Slowly, I begin to impose my will. Step by step, I force her backwards. She gives me nothing, but try as she might, she can't stop me. As I press her back into a turnbuckle, both of us know that I am stronger.

  I keep her trapped in the corner and begin unload gloved fist after gloved fist into the pretty blonde's flat belly and ribs. For the first time in this fight, I'm hurting her- badly. She tries to cling to my hair and pull us in close but I've got her know. My punches are rocking her ribs almost rhythmically causing her moans and groans to almost sound sexual. It excites me. That's right, blonde whore, you're mine now. I push off of her to create enough space to send a knee crashing into her stomach. She collapses into a heap on the canvas. Her forehead pressed into the canvas and her ass in the air as she gasps for air. Mrs. Rose, you were a worthy adversary, but I own you now, bitch.

  I remember what this bitch said to me before the fight started and I smirk as I look at her now. "What were you gonna do, bitch?!" I bark, my emotions causing me to speak faster than my normally controlled, calculating cadence. I watch the blonde struggle to force oxygen into her lungs for a moment before continuing. "Such a big mouth for such a weak, cxnt." I mock strutting proudly around the ring. I feel dominant. This woman hasn't made it easy, but now she is like all of the others. Kelli crawls out of the corner, her determination exceeding her sense. I see it in her eyes, she wants to make me pay for my cockiness. I motion to the downed woman "Get up, whore.... we're not done!" I command.  If this dumb bitch wants more, I'll fucking give it to her.

  I watch patiently as the battered beauty crawls up the ropes and staggers to her feet across from me. Her eyes are wild and rage filled. "Bitch!" Kelli shrieks, launching herself at me with her claws bared. Just as she touches my hair, my knuckles bury deep into her belly. Her eyes bulge, her mouth gapes, her knees buckle as she is stopped in her tracks, stunned by another one of my body blows.

  The white woman is frozen, nearly paralyzed by the shot to her midsection. I follow up with a quick left hook and another right to her exposed chin that sends her bouncing off of the ropes. I fire a hard right hook as she rebounds back towards me, catching her right in the jaw and she spirals on her way down to the canvas. That should fucking do it.

  The blonde's eyes are glassy, fluttering and staring at the lights as I stand over her. I watch my foe for a few seconds. She writhes slowly on her back nearly unconscious after that last combination. I drop onto the downed woman, straddling her belly. I grind the side of her face into the canvas with palm of my hand, pinning her head to the floor in the process.

   "What was that about shutting my big mouth, bitch?" I snarl angrily, pressing down until the pain has the blonde prying helplessly at my hand. It's clear to me this bitch doesn't have anything left.
 
  "Let... me... up... cxnt..." she moans out in pain desperation as she continues to try to free her face from being crushed into the canvas.

  Really, cxnt? You want me to let you up? I think to myself.  If that's what you want... I push off of the woman roughly as I get back to my feet. I stomp the fool's stomach once more for good measure before backing off.

"There you go....you weak, blonde whore... now what... you gonna shut my mouth, now?"  I taunt, motioning for her to get up again.

  Kelli rolls to her belly and starts trying to get up, stalling on her hands and knees before I've seen enough and impatiently latch onto the woman's yellow hair, yanking her to her feet as she moans in pain. I hold her upright with my knuckles deep into her mane and twist until her face is forced to meet mine, eye to eye.

  "Time to take out the trash..." I sneer. The woman's eyes are still wild and unconquered. This fucking bitch, doesn't know when to bow down. To make matters worse, her insolence is driving me to a level of arousal I had not expected.

  The blonde takes advantage of my distraction and hurls a reckless haymaker towards my face. I get my arm up just in the nick of time and her fist crashes into my elbow. "You dumb bitch.... I was just to about let you off easy... now, I'm gonna hurt you." I shriek in a lie, before send a hard right hand into her belly. I was never going to take it easy on her. This just justifies it some.

  She doubles over and nearly falls back to the canvas but for my grip on her sweat soaked hair. I let out a primal scream and sling the defiant bitch into another turnbuckle. Kelli is hanging on the ropes still hatefully glaring at me but her body has betrayed her and refuses to fight back. I drape her arms over the top rope, leaving her to hang defenselessly.

  I grab the smaller white woman's chin, squeezing until she moans in agony as I force her eyes to meet mine once more. "I was right.... you're nothing but trash....pity... I had hoped for..... more" I taunt as arrogantly as I can to mask my arousal at the woman's refusal to bend to my will.

  My fingers tighten their grip around the pale woman's chin again and I use the leverage to push her head over the turnbuckle, leaving her throat, tits and belly completely exposed and at my mercy. Unfortunately for Mrs. Rose any mercy I may have had has been overtaken by the overwhelming feeling of sexual superiority I feel as I continue to dominate this tough and rebellious.... and irritatingly beautiful, bitch.

  My skin is tingling with excitement as I begin to tortuously tear into Kelli's tits. She screams in pain as my claws dig into her soft, white flesh. She howls in agony as I slap her small but perky, breasts until they are bright red. I can feel my body, flushing and the urges to do ... more... to this woman become too strong- and it fucking disgusts me. I grab her matted hair again and sling her, dismissively, back to the canvas.

  The blonde lands on her stomach and slowly begins to try to crawl towards the ropes. I casually stalk the white woman. Closing in on her until she is beneath me, I loom over her as I contemplate what to do next to my newest plaything. Pathetically, she tries to scurry away.

  I kneel down on the canvas and sit next to her. This bitch need to be broken and shown her position. I stroke her hair a few times before seizing her golden locks and pulling her head tightly between my thighs until her chin is rubbing against my rapidly swelling womanhood. We are lying on our sides now. I stare into the trapped woman's brown eyes as she claws and pries against my thighs, squirming and wriggling as she weakly tries to escape the hold. I have been able to force some tears out but she still has that same unconquerable look in her eyes.

  I begin to squeeze her head with my thighs. She grunts and groans, her hot, wet breath isn't why my bikini bottoms are now soaked. Well, maybe that is why. This fucking bitch.

  I squeeze harder and harder, watching the pretty woman's face turn varying shades of red, spittle and drool fall from her lips and pool on my inner thigh while she struggles to breathe and resist my powerful ebony pythons. "Give up, say it! You weak bitch...." I hiss with hate filled lust.  Why do you make me do this to you? You know I am better. Just say it. Just tell me. I think while I continue to add pressure.

  The blonde's eyes flash with determination as if she heard my thoughts. "Fuck... you... Candace..." Kelli grunts out. The beautiful little dumbass. I should go ahead and send you to dreamland. I tighten my hold and see her squirm. Her eyes say she is embracing the encroaching darkness. You are beaten, cxnt. I beat you. Her body gives up and goes limp. Only her defiant eyes, still locked with mine are still fighting. Fine, bitch. That's how you want it. I'll be the last thing you see. Wait ....that would be too easy. I relax my legs. No, Kelli, you will break. You must break.

  "No... no... cxnt, you're not getting off that easy.... you're gonna have to tell me that you quit..." I whisper icily as I release the hold. The blonde's face falls to the canvas. She lies on her stomach, her body trembling as air rushes back into her lungs, but otherwise motionless.

  I take my time rising to my knees before I grab the light skinned woman's hair and bottoms, forcing her onto her back. The blonde bitch is still trying to deny me, and her hands come after me. She is too weak now and her grip on my tit is more like that of a lover's than a foe's. I casually knock her hands away, and pin them beneath my shins as I settle on top of her in a schoolgirl mount.

  Looking down at the pretty blonde's face, her make up smeared and smudged, trapped between my thighs exhilarates and titillates me. "Say it, whore!" I command before I pull the woman's face into my crotch. Kelli bucks and writhes in futility as I grind my womanhood against her mouth. Oh fuck, this feels so fucking good. I feel myself being overwhelmed with familiar primal urges and nearly forget to let go of her head when she becomes still again.

  Holding the white woman's head by her disheveled blonde hair, I force her to look at me. "You gonna say it, cxnt? ....or do you want more?" I growl, my hands twisting her hair to reinforce the hopelessness of her situation, before dropping her head back to the canvas and waiting for her answer.

  "Go... to... hell.... bit-" Kelli groans out until I cut her off with a hard fist into her belly. The nerve of this insolent whore.

  "If that's what the piece of trash wants....that's what she gets" I say before unleashing a brutal barrage of belly blows that turn the blonde into a sobbing mess.  "Had enough, trailer trash?.... or should I keep going?" I ask her again.

  I stare down at Kelli Rose, her pretty face now swollen and flushed from crying and struggling to breathe for the last ten or so minutes. Her visage is that of completely beaten and conquered woman, but in her eyes, the defiance is still there, burning as strong as ever. Stupid cxnt. Why do you make me do this to you? Why do you do this to me?

  With our eyes locked, I can't deny myself any longer. This woman, her infernal refusal to accept her inferiority, her place beneath me, sends me over the edge. I pull Kelli's face into my bikini clad womanhood once more.

  This time, there's no stopping. I grind and ride the woman's face. She squirms, wriggles and weakly resists as I feel myself building towards climax. This fucking bitch has caused this. I could only repress it for so long. This is all her fault. I can hear my moans as they echo off the walls. My breathing has become rapid and ragged. Kelli, why did you make me do this? I think, my mind is becoming a raging storm of emotions and urges. I feel my body trembling and quivering, I am losing control.

  Unable to resist any longer, I pull my bottoms to the  side. I grind my bare pussy  on the woman's mouth. "Taste me... you... stubborn... bitch.... just... remember... you ...wanted ... this".   

  It's too much. The feel of her sweaty, wet, warm lips pressed against my skin sends wave after wave of pleasure radiating through my entire body. Fuck you, Kelli Rose....Fuck your pretty face.... Fuck your athletic and sexy body... Fuck... your.... defiance.... I think internally even though I am only able to make the primal, base sounds of an hedonistic whore overcome with the thrill of this dirty, sinful act.

  "I .... give... I... fuc.... king... quit" I hear the blonde whisper in between the moments when her mouth isn't being smothered by my superior sex. She has broken. Her admission shatters the last of my resistance to the deviance inside me and feel myself being gripped by an intense orgasm. My fingers clutch her hair, pulling her face into me. Every cell of my skin is a live wire of sensitivity. I can feel everything as my body quivers and jerks throughout what has to be the most incredible orgasm I've ever had.

  I nearly pass out from the experience, my body completely relaxing to the point I am only able to breathe... and that's just barely. Did this bitch just do THAT to me. This can't happen. I am better than her. She can't make me feel like... like... this! I think to myself as the effects of the orgasm still hit me like the aftershocks from a record setting earthquake. She... does... not... get... to... break... me.

  "What was that, bitch?!" I growl. I have to regain control here. I shake enough of the euphoric haze from my mind to focus on keeping the blonde pinned beneath me. I can't let her know what she just did to me.

   "I quit... you win.... I give up.... please stop..." Kelli whispers again, now sobbing. My mind tries to process the scene as I sit atop her chest. The blonde looks completely destroyed. She is crying. She has admitted defeat. Why don't I feel like I won.

  "Say it... louder.... make your husband hear how pathetic and weak you are... do it... or else..." I demand of her. I feel disgusted with myself as the feelings from the orgasm finally ebb and my rational mind is able to seize control once more. The woman's eyes, though puffy and swollen- now finally devoid of their earlier unshakable defiance, still feel like they can see inside me. I reach back, dragging my nails along her skin until I reach her bikini covered pussy. I dig my nails in slightly to make sure she does as she's told.

  Without hesitation, the blonde's trembling voice blurts out ".... you win... I give .... I'm a weak a pathetic piece of trash.." as fast as she can.

  I finally let out a sigh of relief. She doesn't know. "That's more like it.... now you know you're place, slut" I say, my confidence returning. I proudly rise to my feet. I lean over and peer into the woman's brown eyes. "Now ... one ... more ... thing." I snap, mockingly slapping the blonde across her face with every word. She remains docile... defeated.... broken. Lightly dragging my nails down the length of her body until I find the waistband of her bikini bottoms. I yank and tug, disrespectfully pulling the garment from her body, leaving her nude but for the fingerless gloves she's wearing.

  I stand up again and put the sole of my foot on the woman's face, making sure to haughtily rub it in as I strike my victory pose. I become aware of Jerome on the ring apron diligently snapping photographs of me and the beaten blonde to immortalize the moment.

  "Jerome... please take out the trash... then meet me in my bedroom." I command. I roll out of the ring. I stop in front of Kelli's husband.

  The big man gives off an air that he would be a thoroughbred during sex. "You're more than welcome to join us..." I say, wanting to take something else from the woman. Jake shakes his head emphatically, but the outline of his hard cock in his jeans halfway down his inner thigh says otherwise. It seems Ol' Jake here, is not only hung but also likes dominant women.

  He catches me looking at his bulge. My coffee brown eyes meet his blue ones. There's a mix of emotion going on behind them. I have no doubt he would fuck the living hell out of me right now if given the chance. "Well... that is... a... shame..." I say with a seductive smile, putting my finger to his lips. "Maybe next time.." I whisper in his ear on my way to retrieve my robe from a hook on one of the ring posts. I make sure to let him get a good view of my nearly nude body as I slip my robe back on and strut out of the room just as proudly as I did when I entered it.

  Back in my wing of the house I start my shower, but turn it off. No, I know Jerome loves defeated women, why not let him smell and taste the blonde on my skin as he makes love to me tonight? I know I will be thinking of Kelli's husband when I'm fucking him... and I definitely know that Jake will be imagining me the next time he is inside her. I know I should be ashamed of and disgusted by even thinking about these sins. I know it's wrong. It could be dangerous and destructive for any of us to have thoughts like this. Though some reason, after my fight with Kelli tonight, I am at ease with them...

  I am not sure what that means, but I do know that I will need to fight Kelli Rose again some day... to defeat her once more... to take more from her... to see if she is the one that can actually break me.

[h_k]

Aw, Kelli! My poor baby! Too brave (and too beautiful) for your own good!

[Kiva]

From her cold, calculating fighting style, to her arrogant sophisticated demeanor, to her mixing of sexual pleasure with dishing out punishment, to her perverse “collection,” Candace is perhaps the most beguiling and haunting character in the catpin world. It was interesting to hear her own words. She didn’t reveal a whole lot, so she’s still an enigma who will keep us wanting to come  back to her again.

[Tiberius J.C.]

You don't expect fantasy fiction to contain much truth, yet this story does. Plenty of people – and I don't just mean forum readers or even fighters and fight fans – will recognize something of themselves in Candace. You can read thousands of pages of psychobabble that sounds plausible but contains not a grain of truth. This, on the other hand, hits the nail on the head – without appearing even to take aim.
Candace presents herself to the world as arrogant, embittered and full of anger. The stock assumption would be that she had an inferiority complex, that she was deeply unsatisfied with her life, that she had an almighty chip on her shoulder, and that she was seeking to avenge or purge some real or imagined past abuse – including, but obviously going way beyond, racial discrimination.
Yet when the story is told here through her eyes, it turns out that none of that is true. Or necessarily true. She is neither arrogant, nor bitter, nor full of anger. All that is a pose to rile Kelli and a smokescreen to conceal her true motivation but nothing more. The truth is far simpler: she's addicted to fighting or, more broadly, to demonstrating to those who think they are better than she is at what they both do best that they are wrong. This is undoubtedly cruel, but there are people – most obviously, but not only, champions of both sexes in every variety of sport – but people of all ages and in all walks of life who are cruel in just the same way, and though the manner in which their cruelty manifests itself may take a thousand forms, all go to exactly the same lengths to conceal it – because they are ashamed of, or unashamed but embarrassed by, their feelings.
Candace is neither ashamed nor embarrassed by her cruelty – only by the fact that she is sexually attracted to her opponent. Most of us would say that's nothing to be ashamed of. She seems to feel otherwise. If she were turned on by making men cry, presumably, she'd be less conflicted. I don't see why.
But arrogant? Not at all. She's confident from the start that she has the beating of Kelli as a fighter and she's right (sorry, Kelli, but you scarcely laid a glove on her!), but she recognizes and admires the qualities (primarily the courage and the physical beauty) of her rival, which no person with an inferiority complex, the source of most arrogance, would ever do. She feels neither contempt nor at any stage even anger towards Kelli. Her feelings are closer to love than to hatred. She's incredibly turned on by breaking such a feisty opponent but she's intelligent and generous enough to recognize that the only proper response on her part is gratitude.
Sure, she tries to twist the knife at the end by poaching Kelli's husband – poor thing, she can't help herself; it's her nature – but I'd be willing to bet that if some catastrophe befell Kelli or her family – let's say financial – and she could help, she wouldn't hesitate to pay that debt of gratitude. And with interest.

[FyreCracka]

Catpin Chronicles, Chapter 8: The Priestess

You can read the original story, Fyre's Fight Journal, Chapter 34: The Priestess, here:

https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=78153.180

  I manage to make into my office and look around to see that there's no one other than my administrative assistant, Janelle, around before slamming the door and blurting out "Fucking Lily Graham... the fucking bitch..."

  The 50ish year old auburn haired woman's eyebrow goes up to form a peak over her blue eyes. "She's still doing everything she can to gum up the gears of  justice, eh?" She quips.

  "I know the court system is 'adversarial', but.... fuck..." My voice trailing off searching in vain for the proper words to describe my aggravation.

  "What's her deal, anyway? She's been causing you headaches for a good six months now." My admin says.

  "Who the fu... I mean, who the hell knows?" I say, starting to compose myself. "Mike must not be giving her enough cock." I chuckle at my own statement.

  "Sounds like she needs to be dicked down or beat down." A smiling Janelle interjects. She always goes right to fighting or fucking. Which is one of the reasons I hired her in the first place. After all, any woman that would wear a Catpin to a job interview is gutsy enough to get my attention. Though, Janelle prefers to mix the two. As I found out when her interview took the predictable turn. She continues, "Which reminds me, this came for you while you were out."

  She hands me an overly ornate envelope that can only be one thing- an invite from The Valkyrie. My mood instantly changes and I completely forget about Lily Graham and her nonsense. "This is exactly what I needed!" I say, smiling for the first time since I kissed my kids and husband before heading off to my job as the country district attorney this morning. "Shall we retire to my office and see what whose ass I'll be kicking?"

  Janelle and I make our way to my desk and open the envelope.

   "Dear Priestess, I am pleased to offer you another opportunity to 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. As usual, I have included a small bio of pertinent information on your opponent to assist in your decision. Of course, she has 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".

  "Look, Lettie... she's a rookie.." Janelle points out, looking at the small biography included in offer showing that this will be this Lady Lonestar's first battle at the Palace.

  "I've only had two fights there myself..." I state about my record at the Palace as I study the pictures of the blonde woman in the red, white and blue mask with the Texas motif and blue bikini. "Plus... look at her eyes. My guess is that she's been in plenty of fights.... or she's an actress of some sort."

  "Always a strong possibility from what you told me about that place and it wouldn't be the first for you, would it?" Janelle chirps, reminding me of my first match in the palace when I unmasked a fairly well known, if fading, actress after a brutal fight.

  "She's a couple inches taller, five pounds lighter and we're both 39.... damn close." I say, still reviewing Lady Lonestar's bio.

  "Yeah... but you have bigger and better tits!" Janelle says with a sly smile. My eyes feign outrage and she continues, "what can I say? I still have fond memories of you using them to make me submit during my interview!" We both laugh at that one.

  I check my schedule. Then, accept the offer. I spend the next few days studying the pictures of my opponent and practicing against Janelle. When the night arrives, I know I'm ready.

  I stand ready in my changing suite staring at my mask. The shiny emerald green covering with a gold "Aztec" style eagle on the front with red accents stares back while my husband massages my shoulders and tells me how much seeing me fight turns him on. I look my nude body over in the mirror as his powerful hands methodically and diligently caress my muscles- along with paying some attention to my fun parts. "You are absolutely stunning, mi amor.... my Priestess." Francisco whispers into my ear.

  Originally, that's how I got into fighting. Coming from a well to do family and knowing I was destined to live a very public life as an attorney with political aspirations, I made sure to stay far away from the more primitive way of settling conflicts. As soon as Francisco introduced me to the idea and the whole Catpin culture,  I knew I wanted to experience the potential highs and lows, the possibilities of conquering another woman or being humiliated by her. Deep down, I knew I was born for this. I've often wondered if all of us have this desire or just some women like me. Whatever the case, I do know that in the few short months since I've come to the Palace, all of those emotions have been turned up exponentially compared to the arranged fights or even the Catpin fights I was accustomed to.

  I pull my mask on and he laces it up. For the next several minutes we stare at ourselves in the mirror. Francisco always dresses or, in this case, undresses to match me. I allow myself to soak in the image of my husband's muscular body. While the bulk of my enjoyment comes from actually fighting, I would be lying if I said I didn't get an almost equal amount from the overt sexiness of it as well. Everything from the way it effects my husband to the knowledge that I am one of the two most important women in the world to the men watching me fight.. at least, for the duration of the bout.

  That is quite a turn on. I catch myself moaning as my mind wanders when my husband lips find my neck, his hands grip my tits and I feel his cock against my back. In fact, about the only thing hotter to me is when he and I take on another couple. I can only imagine how sexy it would be if the Valkyrie ever expands to couples.

  "Soon... my love, but first..." My voice trails off and I force my mind back to thinking of the woman that I will be my opponent tonight. We are similar in size and age, but built differently. Her body is what I would describe as 'cute'. She has smaller, but perky breasts, she is a little leaner, but with hips and an ass. Not as big as mine but big enough to suggest that she is also a mother. Her legs look strong but not as muscular as mine- from my experience, few women our size can match me there and that's why I haven't lost many fights.

  I hear a knock on the door and a few minutes later I am outside the room where my opponent and I will engage in the 'Prefight Parlay'. So far, I haven't wagered anything before the fight. I wonder if this blonde will want anything. My handler informs me that it's time. I guess I'm about to find out.

  The door opens and I walk in. She matches my confident strut to the painted stripe marking the floor where we will stand during the parlay. Now, only a foot apart from my nearly nude foe, I am able to get a real feel for the woman. Sizing her up in the flesh rather than a photo. My initial impression from her photos seems spot on. Though, I think my physical size and strength advantages aren't as big as I thought. We may be more equal than I had expected but I've been on the Valkyrie's Battlefield before. That will count for something.

  "Ladies... this is the Prefight Parlay... would you like to propose any stakes before the match?" One of the handlers says, but I'm already too focused on the stare down with the brown eyed blonde to notice which of the interchangeable women spoke. Even though the intensity in her eyes says she'll be tough, I just know I am going to beat her tonight and collect my third mask. I feel it in my bones.

  I continue the stare down until my opponent feels compelled to speak first and break the uneasy silence. "Taking her mask is all I care about."  My power play worked. It might mean nothing but I might have just intimidated her.

  "All I care about is hurting you, bitch.... The mask is a nice bonus. I agree... masks only." I retort coldly, never breaking eye contact. As we stare at one another, I cannot deny that there is something about the way this Lady Lonestar carries herself that makes me feel like I have to fight her. It isn't out of hate or jealousy or for any of the other myriad of reasons I've fought other women. This is more like there is some cosmic question that is demanding a simple answer to which of us is the better woman.

  Our unblinking glares are finally interrupted when the blonde's handler says "It's time, ladies... let's go... you'll settle it out there." We leave through the opposing doors that we entered through. I wait outside the curtain for my cue. Then, burst through the curtain and into the bright lights of the battlefield.

  This being my third time through those curtains, I have to admit that it is still one of the biggest 'rushes' I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing. The knowledge that many of the most influential and powerful people in the area have their eyes and their focus glued to me. Beyond the crowd, there's the fact that once I step into that spotlight, there's no going back. I will be in a fight with an equal. We will hurt each other. One of us will be rewarded with everything that comes with a win here while the other will be punished by not only the having been defeated in the nude in front of this crowd but then to have her mask, her secret identity taken from her by a better woman.

  I begin throwing punches to warm up as I walk down the white sandy path to the artificial grass of the battlefield, the bright light sparkling off of my glittering emerald green gloves. I assume the same could be said for my green and gold mask, though I can't see it. My eyes are fixed on blonde bouncing down her path to meet me. I don't even check the few stats scrolling beneath her picture on the large screens of the arena. I don't need to. My trial prep is finished. It. Is. Time.
 
  When Lady Lonestar and I reach our marks  on the Battlefield, the Valkyrie, dressed in her bright, shimmering white and gold bodysuit and ornate mask, descends from her throne to introduce my rival and I.

  She walks around the blonde and I, extolling our virtues as fighters while deftly compelling the wealthy patrons to place their bets on which of us they believe will be proved to be superior tonight.

  The powerful, in every sense of the word, heiress finishes, "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.

  Time seems to stand still while she makes her way back to her throne and I stare into the brown eyes of the woman in front of me. Neither of us say a word. The time for any games or bullshit has passed. We are seconds away from combat. It's all that's left.

  The gong sounds and everything else disappears. Lady Lonestar steps laterally, not expecting the pure, raw aggression I unleash with a shriek as I charge her.

  My bronze skinned body collides with hers, my momentum driving her backwards and down to the ground. Taking her to the turf, I furiously try to pin the lighter skinned woman on her back and crawl up her body for a mount, but she is able to trap one of my legs.

  Lady Lonestar and I strain against each other for a few moments, our bodies in line. The roar of the crowd predictably building when the see our bare pussies lock and grinding together for the first time.

  Try as I might, I can't free my leg and quickly transition to my next attack. I dig my finely manicured nails into the blonde's right tit. She lets out a rewarding, yet bloodcurdling, scream as I twist and knead the vulnerable flesh of the woman's smaller breasts. I'm on her now and begin slamming my knuckles into her ribs and flanks. This bitch is mine.

  I can feel the pinned woman's nails digging into the skin of my hand, trying frantically to remove my claws from her chest. During our struggle, she is able to get her foot in position to deliver a stiff kick into my lower stomach. I land on my ass with a thud on the artificial grass.

  In a flash, both of us are back on our feet. I allow a self satisfied smirk to cross my lips when I see the sweaty blonde massaging her mauled tit.

  Rage flashes in her brown eyes. "Bitch... you'll fucking... pay for that!" Lady Lonestar snarls, venom dripping from every word.

  "You sure have a big mouth.... for a woman that is ... getting her ass kicked!" I snap back before aggressively charging the woman again, trying to maintain my advantage and keep the pressure on my opponent.

  A hard body blow stops me in my tracks. Dammit, that hurt. The blonde packs a punch, I'll give her that but she can't follow up with another.  We stare at one another for fraction of a second before we launch ourselves at one another. Naked bodies colliding in a twisted symphony of shrieks and groans as we dig our talons into each other's skin and yank the other woman's ponytail.

  Initially, we plod around the battlefield but as our standing catball becomes more violent and desperate, we twirl and swing around the fake grass. The instinctive and primitive fight to hurt and gain control of the other woman by any means necessary has the crowd roaring now, drowning out the sounds of our bodies slamming into one another, the whimpers and the groans from our fight.

  Soon we forget about the hair pulling and only focus on clawing, slapping and punching our adversary. Our shrieking curses are the only thing louder than the crowd at this point. "Fucking... blonde whore... Your mask is mine!" I wail as I fight harder and more furiously than I ever have. stinging Lady Lonestar's ribs and flanks with slaps and punches with one hand while still managing to keep my talons latched on her breast.

    "Fuck you! ... filthy brown haired... twat!" Lonestar barks moments before I feel one of her hands clamp around my throat. Nanoseconds later, my eyes widen as her other hand digs into my bare, unprotected pussy. I hear myself let out an otherworldly scream as the pain sears through my nether regions.

  Off balance from the savage bitch's assault on my womanhood, we tumble to the turf, talons still latched on the other woman. Lady Lonestar lands on top but as soon as we hit, I buck and twist wildly sending us back into a catball.

  Back and forth we go across the fake grass. Our minds have gone feral now. I only exist to hurt this woman, to defeat her, to conquer her. From the wild look in her eyes, I can tell the white woman is in the same state.

  Tooth and nail, I battle the blonde. We scream obscenities at each other as we scratch, bite and claw our way on top of the other woman only to have our positions reverse. The scenario repeats over and over. We are both exhausted and hurting and every pin seems like it might be the one that finishes the woman on bottom, but we neither of us is willing to sacrifice our mask and pride to end our suffering and somehow we both keep finding a way to escape.

  Our catball begins to slow and stall.  With our stamina and resilience withering, our attacks start to focus on each other's tits. I can hear the blonde's whimpers and wails in my ears, along with my own to my dismay, as we ferociously try to use our fingernails to destroy the other woman's assets.

  I am on top of this relentless masked cxnt tearing away at her titflesh, looking into her tear filled brown eyes hoping this will be it when I feel her talons clamp around my neck. Fuck this flat chested blonde. She will not win.

  Immediately, I retaliate my hands throttling her windpipe. I'm on top and bear down with all of my weight. Her eyes are bulging now, but I can feel her nails dig deeper into my neck. This bitch just won't quit. She begins bucking wildly and desperately sending me toppling from my mount and onto my side.

  Lying on our sides, our eyes are locked in a hate filled death gaze with our hands locked  around the other woman's throat, squeezing as hard as we can. I can feel the tunnel vision creeping in as my oxygen is depleted. Then, I feel Lady Lonestar's knuckles smash into my ribs. With her grip lessened, I can breathe slightly easier but the bitch's brutal barrage of body shots is punishing me. I begin to fire back in kind. Both of us are exhausted and in pain. Our punches are slow and deliberate. We are both close to breaking.

  Desperate to put this scrawny scrapper away, I start attempting to climb back on top. She is doing the same. We scratch, claw and punch one another as we each climb up the other woman until we are standing again. Though we are only standing because we are clinging to each other.

  Hanging on to each other with one hand, we continue to bury knuckles into our rival with the other. Locked in this battle with the blonde I can feel every ragged breath she takes, hear her every pained groan. She is fading. Her punches still hurt but I am starting to land two or three of my own strikes for every single one she lands. I am gaining control, bullying the blonde woman around the artificial turf of the battlefield. She can't take much more, but truthfully, neither can I.

  Then she does something I don't expect. She grunts, pushing off of me, before I can react, it feels like a sledge hammer slams into my jaw. Everything is in slow motion and it feels like my body has disconnected from my brain. I am aware of myself falling backwards but can't do anything about it.

  I land on my back and my eyes are fluttering as I cling to consciousness. The bright lights of the battlefield seem like they are spinning above me. I have no idea where Lady Lonestar is. I try to will my body to move. To continue the fight but all I can muster is a few feeble movements of my fingers. I am helpless, lying on my back barely able to breathe, but as the blonde isn't on top of me, she must be hurt just as badly.

  For the first time since the fight began, I am aware of the crowd again. I can hear them yelling frantically. I can make out individual voices trying to will the blonde or me to get back in the fight and finish our rival. I begin to try and focus. I slowly shake my head trying to fight through the brain fog induced by the blonde's devastating haymaker. My body is starting to respond. I begin to writhe slowly as I start to regain some of my motor skills but before I can do anything else, I feel Lady Lonestar's body sliding on top of mine.

  Summoning everything I have left, I try to stop her but my strength is gone. Soon she is lying on top of me, our sweat covered bodies in a chest to chest pin. Next I feel her leg slip over my belly. Oh fuck, she has me mounted now. My body isn't responding and she seems to be getting stronger. Our hands are palm to palm and she pins mine above my head then I feel her pin my biceps beneath her knees. My eyes can finally focus clearly again and all I can see is the blonde sitting atop of me in a schoolgirl pin. My body gives out and I flatten completely beneath her. I've been defeated.

  My eyes dart back and forth only to see the woman's thighs on either side of my face. I try to squirm but I am trapped. I feel the nearly trimmed blonde landing strip above my adversary's pussy pressing roughly against my chin. She glares down at me. "Priestess.... do... you... surrender?"

  One last time, I try to will my body to continue the fight, but I seem only to deflate beneath the blonde. I have nothing left. I can feel my eyes welling up. "I... surrender.... to you.... Lady Lonestar..." I gasp out.

  I close my eyes when I hear the gong sound and the crowd begin to roar. I feel the air rush back into my lungs as the blonde rises to her feet. I hear sobbing and become aware that I am bawling now. My chest rising and falling erratically trying to figure out how to cry and gulp in air at the same time. Instinctively, I cover my eyes with my arm trying to shield myself in some way from the embarrassment of having been conquered like this. The blonde in the Texas mask has broken me.

  I become aware of her presence. I can feel her looming over me. My body shudders, wondering what she will do to me next. She, almost gently, uses her foot to nudge my arm away from my face. I am completely compliant now. Not that I could stop her anyway. I let my arm fall to the turf and stare blankly into the bright lights above me. I can feel all of the pain and stiffness settling into my body as the last of my adrenaline ebbs away.

  In my peripheral vision, I see her staring down at me as she stands over me. I don't see any remnants of the ferocity In the two brown eyes behind her mask. For all of the savagery and nastiness of our fight, she knows it's over and seems content with her victory.

 Even so, I know what comes next. Lady Lonestar and The Priestess went to war with each other. We fought. We hurt one another. There were no excuses. We gave each other everything we had... and then a little more. She conquered me and now she is taking her public reward. She deserves it. She plants her foot between my tits and raising her arms when The Valkyrie announces "Your winner.... Lady... Lonestar!"

  I can hear the crowd rewarding my opponent. It hurts. This is the first time I've ever lost a public fight- even if no one knows who I am beneath my mask. I can feel the impending fear of that inescapable moment weighing heavily. I am sobbing again and I struggle to maintain any measure of composure as I am lead off of the battlefield by the victor with a leash. I wonder if this is what it felt like to lose in the coliseum? I might not be about to lose my life but in a few minutes The Priestess will have her anonymity stripped away. Then it will just be me... naked... on my knees in front of the woman who defeated me.

  As soon as we are outside the view of the crowd, I collapse to my knees. Exhausted. Humiliated. Defeated. I can't go any further.

  A couple of tugs on the leash connected to my mask and a stern look from the blonde convinces me otherwise. I crawl the rest of the way into the room where I first locked eyes with Lady Lonestar. This is where it will happen. I will have my mask taken. This woman will see my face. Will she know who I am? Will she show herself to me? Do we know each other?

  There'e a million things running through my head right now as I kneel, head hanging, eyes staring at the victorious woman's feet. I feel the blonde woman's hand grip my chin. She lifts it up and forces my eyes to meet hers. "Priestess.... reveal yourself to me." She commands firmly, yet gently. I can tell this woman is a mother. That tone is something gained through experience of having to discipline a child that you love. Her voice and eyes convey a respect gained from the ferocity of our battle as our gaze remains locked.

  Shit. That makes this even worse. She fought tooth and nail with The Priestess. Unfortunately for me, that is who she respects. As soon as my mask comes off she will not longer see that warrior, she will only see me, Leticia Montez... District Attorney.... kneeling... naked... eyes red from crying... conquered.... and worst of all, helpless.

  I'm not ready for this. I'm not ready for a stranger to know who The Priestess is. I'm an attorney- a damn good one. I feel my eyes dart back and forth as my mind races to find some way to persuade this woman to let me keep my anonymity.

  "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... " I blurt out. Oh God. Did I just offer my husband to this woman... and admit that I've experimented with woman. What the fuck am I doing? I have to run for office again in a few years. This woman could wreck my real life as badly as she did in our fight. I can see that she isn't the least bit interested. I double down.  "Please... you can make me watch." I can hear the desperation in my own voice. Maybe she is like that sadistic redhead that enjoyed hurting me like that.

  "I appreciate the offer, but, I already have a man". Lady Lonestar replies still unmoved.

  Fuck it. I'm all in at this point. "Maybe you and him would want to have your way with me.. mask staying on obviously." I'm fighting back the urge to ugly cry and beg, but I know that I'm already on the verge of causing this woman to lose all of that respect that I saw in her eyes moments ago.

  "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." Lady Lonestar says her voice firm, steady and authoritative.

  All of my objections have been overruled. My final appeal has been denied. Like in our fight. I know it's over now.  Although, her words have put me more at ease. Even though she is wearing a mask, something about her makes me trust her. I don't even know her but she seems more truthful than almost anyone I've ever met. I let out a long sigh, bow my head and begin to unlace my beautiful green and gold mask for the last time. I know I'll receive another, but this was my first, my only armor as I battled nude in front of the most powerful men and women in the area and now it will belong to her. I slip the mask off of my head. Still staring at the ground, I offer it up to Lady Lonestar.

  I can feel the woman's eyes looking me over. Something is telling me that she does recognize me. I finally let myself look at her. I see her hands moving towards the laces on the back of her mask. She stops and then speaks. "I think we're finished here." Then she turns and starts to walk away.

  No..no... no... NO! She can't just leave. I feel like I have just beared my entire soul to this woman and that was after we clashed naked, our bodies tearing one another. I need to know who she is. "Wait!.... Lonestsar... Don't you want to show me who you are... who defeated me?" I appeal to her pride.

  The blonde stops for a moment then walks back to me. There's a softness in her eyes as she looks into mine again and speaks again. "I'm nobody.... nobody you'd recognize anyway.... why do you care?"

 "Look at the label in my mask..." I plead. I know from my previous fight at the Palace that each mask has the name of the alter ego of the woman who wore it and a number. "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 can see the blonde's brown eyes weighing my proposal. "You're right.... I'd want to know..." Lady Lonestar answers as she begins to loosen her mask. She removes it and gives her blonde hair a shake. She is a pretty woman, her face seems like it would normally be on smiling and happy woman rather than a tough, fierce fighter. And she is correct, I do not recognize her at all. I have no idea who she is, other than the woman who defeated me in the Valkyrie's Palace.

  She can tell that I don't know who she is. She continues. "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." I say taking Kelli's hand as she offers to help up to my feet. Standing with my hand still squeezing hers, I finish. "Maybe The Valkyrie will see fit to give me a chance to even the score one day."

  The soreness has already overtaken my body and I struggle, limping towards the door. It takes an eternity but I finally make it to my dressing suite. When I open the door Francisco envelopes me into his thick chest. He holds me as I cry it out for a while. He helps me get cleaned up and does his best to make me forget about the pain and humiliation from my loss to the blonde. It helps but I still feel it.

  On the way home, I think about the fight and my future. I remember what I said to the woman after she told me her name. I think about what I would do differently in a rematch with Lady Lonestar on the battlefield. The more I ponder the possibility, the more I think that I don't really want another fight with Lady Lonestar. No, I think the story of The Priestess versus Lady Lonestar has been written. The next time I want it to be Kelli Rose versus Leticia Montez. That chapter has yet to be written.

[bigfan877]

It's Christmas and Santa Fyrecracka loaded up under the tree.

Awesome to see the other side, and interesting twist at the end. Great work.

[Catfight Fan 1972]

thank you.  I respect and appreciate your excellent story telling.   

[coachzzz]

Great work, Kelli, as usual.   A few random thoughts.

I always thought Leticia's move to offer her husband at the post-fight session was a bit . . . off.  Seeing it from this side makes more sense--it was just a panic move to avoid having her identity known. 

That must have been one heck of a job interview.between Leticia and Janelle   ("Qualifications?   Here's my qualifications!"   BAM!)

It is clear by the end that a level of respect and even honor has been reached between Leticia and Kelli.  You indicated elsewhere that an upcoming story will involve Leticia.   This respect may play out later in your story.   Perhaps there is a major case regarding a big arrest or corruption somewhere in the local police or government, and Jake is involved as the investigator or key witness.   Thus the threads between Leticia, Jake and Kelli intertwine.  Maybe even Lily is involved--who knows but you. 

Will Kelli and Leticia have their private rematch?   Who knows--Kelli has left a city's worth of victims in her wake, and I am sure many of them want rematches. 

The neat thing about these stories away from the main Journal is it fleshes out characters other than Kelli so well.   I didn't have much interest in Leticia before.  Now that I have seen some of her strengths and flaws, I am invested in seeing more of her. 

Kelli, thank you again for your excellent contributions to this site.

[Kiva]

I completely agree with coachzzz and can’t say it better.

Will you be voting for Letitia in her re-election for DA? Perhaps you can run a campaign ad:

“Letitia Montez…One Tough Bitch…I Should Know”

[Tiberius J.C.]

Wonderful to see you back!