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Thankfully the stories just keep coming. Many thanks to the ladies that are willing to share and allow me to post their stories here. Thanks again to Shelby for sitting down with these ladies and gathering their thoughts and providing the words to describe them for us. Now please enjoy,
Kristina’s Story
Hello everyone, my name is Kristina, friends call me Kris, and I am currently 30 years old. I have been thoroughly enjoying the stories of friends and acquaintances that you have read or will have the opportunity to read on this site. I have noticed a common theme to these stories and it is older women being humbled by teenage girls. My story is a little different because, I am sorry to say, I was the teenage girl.
My story takes place in the late summer of 2012 when I was 19 years old. I had graduated from high school the previous summer and I decided to work for a year or so to save up some expense money for college. At the time, I stood 5 feet 6 inches and weighed approximately 140 lbs. I had shoulder length brown hair with highlights and hazel eyes.
I was always considered a rough and tumble girl because I was raised with two older brothers. They both played football and wrestled competitively all through middle and high school. My brothers were hard on me saying it was for my own good. They taught me how to play a variety of different sports and would sometimes even let me win but they always made me work for it. They also taught me how to take care of myself and not be anyone’s victim. I have always been so grateful to them for their role in my life.
At the time of my story I was working at a furniture warehouse where I was responsible for helping load trucks for delivery. The job was very physical and helped me stay strong and in good condition. I was one of only three females working in the warehouse and had to work hard to earn the respect of my colleagues. Over time the three of us became part of the team. Lisa was 21 years old with blonde hair. She was about 5 feet 4 inches and weighed about 130 lbs. She was cute like a bunny. Caroline was 23 years old with dark hair. She was about 5 feet 5 inches and weighed about 160 lbs. She was definitely the muscle but was easy to get along with. We girls became fast friends and often went out for beer and wings at a local sports bar.
One particular Saturday night, the three of us went out with a couple of the guys from work. Mike and Bryan were also part of the warehouse crew and we all had a great time working together. Mike brought his girlfriend Candace with him. Candace was 23 years old with blonde hair. We all really liked her and we always had a great time together.
On this Saturday night we decided to introduce the guys to the sports bar for some beer and appies. We thought it would be a great way to wind down a long week. It was a casual event so I was wearing a pale blue pull over shirt with blue jeans and my Nike shoes. Everyone else at the table was dressed in a similar outfit.
As we entered the bar we noticed there were four women in their early to mid twenties at a nearby table dressed to the nines. Two of them were in skirts while the other two were in pant suits and all wore heels. I will admit we did get a little loud as our bellies filled with beer over the course of the evening. As the night wore on it became clear that these ladies were becoming irritated with us. They began to comment loud enough for us to hear about our behavior. At one point one of the women stood up and asked,
"Hey, if you people insist on acting like buffoons, can you do it somewhere else?"
Now that should have been a hint that we needed to dial it back but instead Caroline responded,
"Hey, if you’re all going to act like total bitches, can you please do THAT somewhere else?"
At this point the staff could see trouble brewing and they came over to let both tables know they would not tolerate any further disturbance in their establishment. This calmed things down somewhat but there were still unflattering comments quietly shared between the tables. Over time things calmed down and we were able to ignore each other and make the best of the situation.
Finally around midnight we decided we had had enough fun for one night. We closed our bill and made our way out to the parking lot. I am happy to tell you as responsible young people we arranged for rides home since we had been drinking. We made a few phone calls and patiently waited for our rides to arrive.
While we were waiting, the ladies from the other table appeared in the parking lot. Now that the two groups were outside it seemed hostilities were ignited again. Comments began to fly and it became apparent that a fight could break out. At first Mike and Bryan were acting as peacekeepers doing their best to keep the parties separated. I could tell by the smiles on their faces and the looks they exchanged, that they were giving consideration to just letting things play out. They later admitted to being excited by the prospect of a good catfight.
It was very clear to all of us that the situation was becoming volatile again. We were all warned by other customers that our activities were being monitored by the staff and the authorities would be notified at the first sign of trouble.
Things began to calm down again as we all tried desperately to ignore each other and wait with our respective groups. Whenever someone in either group became verbally aggressive the others would try and calm things down again. One of the women wearing a skirt just seemed hell bent on getting something started. She was pretty fired up and kept telling us we needed to clear out before her friend arrived. By this point I was pretty fed up with the whole conversation and suddenly I was looking forward to meeting this friend.
We started taking notice of every car entering the parking lot and checking to see if it was one of our rides or one of theirs. The other women seemed to celebrate the arrival of a little white Honda. The woman in the skirt started yelling at us,
"You bitches wanted trouble, well you just found it!"
A petite blonde woman got out of the Honda and Lisa suddenly went pale and looked at us and said,
"Oh shit! It's Alicia."
Alicia was a 26 year old woman well known in the community for her skills in Tae Kwon Do. She had a wall full of medals she had won in various competitions in the sport. Everyone knew Alicia and gave her a wide berth.
To give you an idea of her appearance, her nickname for those brave enough to use it was ‘Malibu Barbie’. Yes, she was a gorgeous full figured blonde standing about 5 foot 4 and maybe 120 lbs. I looked at her and could not help but wonder how the name of this petite woman sent fear into the hearts of all who opposed her.
It was obvious that these women had called Alicia to tip the scales in their favor should anything get started. She was wearing black dress pants, a cream colored camisole with black boots. I did not think she looked at all like a woman prepared for an altercation. I watched as she made her way around the crowd to address my group making her allegiance known.
"I think it’s time that all of you walked away. What do you say?"
So now it was clear this was the friend we were warned about. Although she was addressing my group Alicia stood there looking right at me so I responded,
"And we think it’s high time that you and your friends walked away."
She looked at me long and hard before asking,
"Do you know who I am?"
I smiled at her and replied,
"Yeah you're that hot shot ninja warrior I keep hearing about."
Alicia chuckled and looked down for a moment and then back at me and said,
"Yeah I suppose. Listen, I’m not interested in starting anything here but I will finish it if I have to."
Now I want to be very careful here. I do not want to paint a picture of Alicia as a bully because she was anything but. She used her skills and solid reputation to de-escalate situations like this which is exactly what she was trying to do. The problem was, she was used to people backing down when they realized it was her but unfortunately, I am not wired that way. I was getting totally pumped looking at my friends. Mike and Bryan were practically vibrating with excitement while the ladies were all wearing their ‘what are you doing’ faces and it was egging me on. I took a step towards Alicia and said,
"Look bitch if you have a move to make I suggest you make it or shut the fuck up!"
She gave me her best ‘excuse me’ face and replied.
"Listen sweetie, that's not how this game is played. You see, you start it, I finish it. The rule is the dip shit always starts."
I thought ‘you little bitch’, in spite of the 7 year difference in age, I had a couple of inches and 20 lbs on her. I thought how dare she talk to me like this so it was on.
I quickly moved toward her and she raised her hands and assumed a fighting stance so I did the same. We circled each other waiting for the right moment. I attempted to reach out to grab a hold of her but she countered with a hard kick to my side. It was very fast and hurt like hell and I now knew I would have to watch those quick feet. She kept her boots on and they had a 2 inch block heel so I knew they had the potential to hurt. Everytime I moved toward her I would take one of her sharp stinging kicks. After landing one particularly hard kick she made sure I knew this did not need to continue.
"You know you can walk away right now. Just take your friends and go."
I made it clear I was not going anywhere and finally decided to rush her and managed to tackle her to the ground football style. I had her on her back but she had both her legs wrapped around my right leg in a half guard. She had her arms around my neck and pulled herself in tight, limiting my striking targets. With her arms wrapped around my neck, she made striking to the head very difficult. I was limited to short punches to her side which did little or no damage at all. I eventually managed to pass her half guard and achieve a full mount but she covered up very well and I was unable to take any advantage of the top position. She ended the threat with a perfectly timed bump and roll less than a minute later but I did manage to keep her on her back under side control. I remember being very surprised at how a woman with all this training had no ground game.
Alicia eventually broke free and scrambled to her feet. I immediately knew I was in for a tough fight again because she launched another barrage of kicks at me. One side kick sent me sprawling and hurt like hell. I had an imprint of the sole of her boot on my stomach for days afterward. I started getting into a bit of a rhythm and I was able to block some of the kicks coming my way. My arms were getting bruised up from those damn boots but I was able to use my size advantage to get inside and land some hard punches that I know she felt. At one point I had her in tight quarters beside a parked truck when she delivered some sort of spin kick that clipped me on the chin. I was grateful that it was a glancing blow. Had she landed it square I am sure I would still be laying there. The heel of her boot cut my chin and I became determined to bring it back to the ground.
When she saw I was bleeding from the cut on my chin, Alicia offered an out again,
"Girl, you can still just walk away. This doesn't need to go on."
I rushed her again and took her down. Once we went to the ground I had her on her back and under control. She employed the same strategy wrapping both her legs around my right in a half guard and she had her arms around my neck and was pulling tight. I was limited again to short choppy punches to her side while I struggled to pass her half guard. I was pushing up on her elbow in an effort to release her arms from around my neck. Alicia tried to roll as I pushed her arm up over my head, breaking her grip. I used this opportunity to pull my right leg free and achieve a full mount. She began bridging and twisting but this time I was able to hold her in place for the next three minutes. At one point I was pulling hard on her hair as I slapped and punched at her face and head but she covered up beautifully and left me with very little to strike. Her struggling had all but ceased and she now lay still trying to absorb the punishment. She was using her forearms to protect her face and head so I tried to punch under them and wound up punching her in the tits several times. I know it hurt because she yelped and I felt her feet kick behind me. Then in her best move of the fight, she executed another perfectly timed bump which caused me to post with my left arm. She quickly slid up and collapsed my left arm at the elbow and rolled out from under me.
As we got to our feet, I was not looking forward to anymore of those painful lightning quick kicks I was sure to receive. Fortunately I heard someone in the crowd announce the arrival of the Police. I will admit I have never been happier to see red and blue flashing lights in my life. Apparently the staff did notify the authorities when things turned violent.
As the Police Officers approached my friends moved in to see if I was alright and congratulate me. Mike and Bryan were very excited and told me this was the most awesome thing they had ever seen. A week or so later they actually presented me with a crappy homemade trophy labeled ‘Streetfighter of the Year’ for going head to head with Alicia. Lisa and Caroline told me they would have killed me if I got hurt and I was never to scare them like that again.
We spent the next hour or so providing statements and trying to talk ourselves out of trouble. The Police made it clear we were to vacate the area and hostilities were not to be resumed.
The debate on who won raged on for a long time. Most felt Alicia won because I was so bruised up and cut on my chin. It was widely believed that while we were on our feet she was in total control. She kept me at bay with those quick painful kicks and in spite of my superior size I was unable to cause any serious damage. My friends and some others felt I won because I controlled the fight on the ground. We spent well over half of the fight there and I was able to keep her on her back for the majority of that time. I will leave it up to you to decide for yourself based on what you have read.
All I know for sure is how I felt during the fight with Alicia. I was nervous as hell but never felt more alive. My friends were terrified for me while Alicia’s were sure she would roll right over me. I guess the most satisfying part for me is knowing I put a dent in Alicia’s reputation. I may not have won the fight but the few minutes I spent on top of her were exhilarating. To feel this older woman struggling under me with little chance of escape was empowering. I can almost point directly to the moment she came to the awful realization that I was stronger than her by the look on her face. I could literally see the confidence turn into concern as I felt her legs slide around helplessly behind me. Alicia looked genuinely scared when I achieved full mount and started slapping and punching at her. I could tell she was definitely not used to being in this position. The best part was seeing her friends that had a hand in starting all of this. They all stood there wide eyed and open mouthed as they saw their champion in big trouble. Suddenly, they had nothing to say as they considered the possibility that Alicia had met her match. What a sight that must have been for them. Expecting Alicia to win easily but here she was mounted flat on her back with her legs submissively bent at the knee and her feet propped up on the heels of her boots. Yes, she fought her way back to her feet but there must have been a great deal of concern for those few minutes. My favorite moment was watching the bitch in the skirt put her hand over her mouth in shock when Alicia cried out and kicked her feet in pain as I punched her in the tits. I am sure it looked like it was all over for Alicia at that point.
Alicia did manage to finish the fight on her feet and most gave her the decision but I knew she was not satisfied. For that reason I was pretty sure I would see her again and I could only hope I would do as well when I did.
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