This story by Jenn (thanks, Jenn!
) was posted shortly after the Call of the Wild story reposted further down ( a day or two ago). Hope you enjoy!
Will shortly be posting new stories too, and reposting some by Marie, Janet, and others as well.
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Kayla
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BEHIND THE SCENES FIGHT: Jenn vs Kayla
By Jenn Peccavi
I went to the first of the fixtures billed as Call of the Wild which featured Kayla, I wanted to see Kayla win, I admired her from when I just started on the professional circuit in that old warehouse they called the Amazon Club. I had her poster over my bed at home. Kayla wins….was the poster’s slogan and I so hoped she was going to win that night. Instead I saw her defeated at the hands of the formidable Glory a cunning old woman made wise by her experience and cunning by her many fights. IT wasn’t anything that J Lo did to Kayla it was being belted so hard earlier in the night by Glory first with a blow that sent her into the turnbuckle then some throw which sent her out of the ring altogether. And Kayla was just being the clean fighter, the good hearted woman we all know her to be and trying to protect her mentor Jessika. I knew why J Lo won; it was an unfair fight Kayla had already taken too much damage and Glory got involved again and once more beat up Kayla. What could she do when trying to fight so many? I was upset but I knew my hero would bounce back and win soon.
That night Samantha made fun of me. I have never liked her, her money with her flash cars and rich lifestyle at Miami, her way of pretending she is a great fighter when she has never fought anyone of any importance: look at her record. First there was Tasha- a nice girl yes but no real fighter and anyway Samantha had to pay Tasha to fight her. Then there was Mrs. Cosell, not a fighter at all but she beat Samantha hollow on the Cosell's driveway; often thought there was more to that fight then people tell –perhaps Howard is hiding something there. And Debbie Chan who simply destroyed Samantha.
I had got a seat near the ring- not quite ringside but not far from it. When Samantha began making those stupid comments about me I got so angry I just had to get stuck into the multi racial bi bitch. Oh I was going to do her slowly one day but that night was not the night for finesse. I just wanted to bash her badly. And I did. The girl woke up hours later I am told in the sick bay. Served her right.
I walked down to the dressing rooms and waited for hours hoping for a chance to meet Kayla. I had just about given up hope and was putting my book –Augustine’s Confessions – away when the door opened. "Oh Kayla" I gushed as stupid as a school girl after a pop stars autograph "I so admire your fighting. It was so unfair, you were robbed."
"Never mind there will be another day and it’s not as if I haven’t beaten Marie before." She turned to face me "Hey I know you, you’re Jenn Peccavi, I’ve watched some of your fights on video, you’re pretty cool, there’s a few things you need to do better but you’ve made a lot of progress. You should join here. After all you beat Marie twice now and she is supposed to be the champion fighter in this circuit. What's more you’ve not lost to her like I did once."
I don’t know if I blushed or glowed, here was an international star who recognized me and unlike Marie – I knew how she got to be champion- by default and by trickery not by her skills- she was kind to me. I must have muttered something stupid, something that showed what a tyro I was because Kayla took my chin in her hand "turn and look me in the eye Jenn" I did so and she went on "You’re a good fighter, from what I’ve read of you you’re a talented person too, don’t worry so much about what others think of you, be proud of who you are and what you have accomplished."
I felt I had died and gone to heaven. "Why thank you" I gushed” the tournament has many nights to run yet I hope I can see you win soon."
"You will Jenn you will" she smiled.
Over the next few days either at training sessions in the gym or at the stadium I was I suppose a real pest, when I could get off work I would be there, training along side her - as best I could, I was only glad she didn’t laugh at me. Sometimes she condescended to spar with me and once or twice I think I gave her a hard time but her skill at real fighting, not the brawling I was used to, showed in the way she would beat me. I saw the bully style, the endurance I had was not enough in the ring. Really I suppose I had known it for a long time but her skill brought it home to me. Now I saw how and why people like that slut Kelly Cat had thrashed me.
One day a woman about Kayla’s age-a leggy “goddess” with smooth mocha skin and an angel’s face came in and waited for Kayla. I couldn’t help thinking that this was just the sort of bitch I couldn’t stand they make me feel inadequate and ashamed of my plump body Long dark curls cascaded about her shoulders and down to the middle of her back. Oh how I wanted to yank them down and have her squeal with pain. Her 5’5" frame boasted firm breasts and tight midriff complementing a high,
Well-rounded ass into a nearly perfect 35-23-33 figure, about 130 lbs. Kayla introduced me to her "this is Heather my partner" I looked at the girl with amazement, for to me she was just a bit of sexy looking girlie fluff.
I tried to get to know her over the next few days but she seemed insipid, had none of the culture of Kayla with her Masters degree. However much I mocked the rich people who had degrees and letters after their name I knew they were smarter then I. that is why I couldn’t stand them and mocked them and that was why it had been so good to get my hands on that smart (in every way) little Marie B. Kayla was different to them, she was clever but she was savvy, she was street smart, she could hold her own in a brawl too. But this Heather, she was none of that. She had no conversation, seemed totally uninterested in what was happening in the world, didn’t even know about the electoral fraud that had seen Bush get in to the white house and worse didn’t care.
And Kayla a dyke bitch? The girl who made the guys at the stadium drool, who had flowers in her room every night from admirers, who had to have a security guard to stop the men from annoying her, not that she couldn’t have fought them off (I saw her in action doing so once) but it was bad for the stadiums business to have injured patrons.
I was amazed and was unwise enough to say so. Indeed I did more then just say so for a couple of evenings after I had met Heather I was working out, I had had a bad day and was cursing wildly at work at my boyfriend and then I got round to Kayla and said "and she’s a bloody dyke, damn stupid if you ask me, and that Heather a mindless bit of fluff.”
I had no idea Kayla was in the same room until she tapped me on the shoulder saying "there is one thing I will not stand and that is people like you being intolerant. And there is one thing I will not tolerate from anyone and that is people insulting Heather.
I was silly enough to say "sounds like two things Kayla, you got a counting problem?"
"Get in the ring Jenn there is only one way to settle this."
I cringed, fighting Kayla. Well, I thought at least I will go down fighting and who knows I might even win after all I beat Marie B.
I climbed in taking a standard defensive position: legs bent arms out circling slowly watching warily. Quickly Kayla swept in and I moved to respond to her attempt to headlock me when she dropped to the floor and wrapped her legs round mine then rolled making me topple sideway. She slid her legs up to my waist and squeezed hard. I squirmed, wriggled twisted trying to work my way free by grabbing ah her feet and then bending one of her arms back while she pummeled my head and chest with the other. In the end I did get free but had taken a beating before the fight really started.
We stood toe to toe and I managed to wrap an arm round her trapping her in a headlock. I pushed her back to the ropes hoping to bend her back over them but she kneed me in the gut forcing me to drop the headlock. Gasping and clutching my belly I retreated before her. She rushed at me tackling me in a rugby style move - I had forgotten how good the Springboks were at that game and dropped me to the mat. Before I had recovered her arms were around me trapping me almost in the same headlock as I had her in a moment ago. She lay on top of me her body pressed against mine. I wormed my legs between hers trying to get them in a lock and force them apart and hurt and weaken her. But that didn’t work well for long as she seized me in a headlock her breasts pressed against my head. She jerked my head around and squeezed. I had to get out of it and used my legs to push up twisting my body so Kayla slid off then I smashed my forearm hard at her chin. She let go hurt by the blow.
She rolled off apparently dazed and I thought here was my chance to win. I got up quickly as she shook her head trying to clear it and aimed a stomp at her tummy. She yelped and pulled herself up on the ropes. I thought I had her and surged in to take her as soon as she let go of the ropes. I was going to pick her ass up and upend her. But instead as she got off the rope she kicked behind her smashing into my belly. I staggered back eyes wide as I fell back clutching my gut.
Wasting no time Kayla grabbed me in a headlock and threw me to the mat and hopping down to the mat herself locked her legs round my already battered gut and squeezed hard while her hand chopped at my throat. I clutched at my throat as her squeeze forced the air out of my lungs.
My strength ebbed away I tried all I knew to break her grip but failed then nastily I punched hard at her cxnt. She howled at the unfair but devastating blow and dropped her legs wide enough for me to wriggle out. I grabbed at her left leg trying to push it up over her body and bend her but she kicked hard with the right making me reel back. Time I thought for her own medicine and as she got to her feet I flung myself at her seizing her in a scissors grip myself and falling to the mat dragging Kayla with me. I squeezed tightening my grip till I saw Kayla wince as this time I forced air from her lungs. But Kayla amazed me. She slowly got to her knees. Then with immense strength she slowly rose to her feet clutching the ropes to steady her. Foolishly I didn’t let go until I found myself with my legs way in the air my head on the mat and then I couldn’t let go for Kayla clutched my legs in a vice. She walked backwards dragging me with her kicking her knee into my back. I began to screech and tried to twist, to grab Kayla’s leg anything to stop her from what she was doing.
Then she stepped back and let me go. I crashed to the mat my neck and back in agony rolling over to the ropes and hauling on them to get up slowly. I turned to face my attacker who leapt at me with a drop kick. Now the only thing holding me up was the ropes. Kayla pushed my head back then kneed me in the stomach. I crumpled forward doubled over.
Kayla pulled me up by the hair then hoisted my bent body over her shoulders and pushed me out her hand on my head her other hand on my thighs Never, never, never - will you say anything against my Heather again. Never, never, never will you criticize people’s sexual preferences in my hearing! Don’t be a biased pathetic redneck hick. I don’t know why I bothered with you... Girl you got to change. Girl you got to grow up. Girl you got to get rid of your prejudices. I could understand –just- if you were religious but the only religion you got is Jenn Peccavi and that’s an attitude that’s got to change too.” She stopped talking and moved to the centre of the ring and slowly turned round increasing her speed till she was revolving fairly fast. Then she let me go. I crashed to the floor winded. She grabbed my arm flipped me over and planted her foot in my belly.
“You hear me Peccavi”
“Yes Kayla’ I faltered.
“Learn from me then” she said leaving the ring. I thought that never had I been so convincingly beaten.
THE END
