[CuriousCombat]

Very well written installment from the build up to the action. I'd be lying if I said I never imagined Kiva and Kelli fighting even if it's a practice match or a friendly tussle.
That bit being mentioned here was a pleasant surprise.

For example,if both were looking for a fight and accidentally found each other wearing Cat Pins at a location neither would expect the other to be.

Would love to see your or Kiva's take on that someday. The Cat Pin universe is one of the best series there is. So thanks for writing, cheers.

[bigfan877]

Nice to have you back.

Great fight, nice to see you back on track at the Club. Looking forward to the continuing adventures.

[Doc Holliday]

So excited to see you writing again! This was an awesome chapter.

[Tiberius J.C.]

Fight a Beijinger
and the sores may linger
…
Never mind, you'll heal up in no time. At least you're back to winning ways. Epic fight! Loved the smack on the cheek at the end. The true, the only way to say "Bye Bai".
You didn't happen to notice, by the way, as she was removing her panties …
(Nah, that's a myth, isn't it?)

[Kiva]

WoW! Your epic fight sequences are the best. We've really missed them and it's great to have you back. Thank you for including me in this story. I hope my advice helped LOL!

@CuriousCombat: Occasionally, someone will ask if there will ever be a Kelli vs Kiva fight. We haven't really talked about it, mainly because we both have tight schedules and our own story arcs going. But if here's enough public demand, who knows? We aim to please.

[bobf]

Yes please. That would be epic!

[sinclairfan]

WoW! Your epic fight sequences are the best. We've really missed them and it's great to have you back. Thank you for including me in this story. I hope my advice helped LOL!

@CuriousCombat: Occasionally, someone will ask if there will ever be a Kelli vs Kiva fight. We haven't really talked about it, mainly because we both have tight schedules and our own story arcs going. But if here's enough public demand, who knows? We aim to please.

Add my name to the petition for a Kiva vs FryeCracka fight.  Have it be in a Turkish prison courtyard, for the entertainment of the female inmates.

[Dude64]

They are from Texas Sinclairfan! Why don’t you let the professionals write! Your out of your element

[CuriousCombat]

WoW! Your epic fight sequences are the best. We've really missed them and it's great to have you back. Thank you for including me in this story. I hope my advice helped LOL!

@CuriousCombat: Occasionally, someone will ask if there will ever be a Kelli vs Kiva fight. We haven't really talked about it, mainly because we both have tight schedules and our own story arcs going. But if here's enough public demand, who knows? We aim to please.

I'd confess I have a soft spot for friends forced to fight or finding themselves at crossroads in a story due to differing philosophies or friendship gone bad even though it may simply be a character arc for one or both. It's really intriguing for me to read such stories.

Also, it doesn't really matter when it happens as long it happens. Sometime in 2025 or beyond. I'm sure some of the patient followers would agree with me

& Thanks for the reply.

[The speech prof]

Another stellar piece of work

[The speech prof]

Fyre's Fight Journal, Chapter 41: Remember the Alamo

  It's been nearly two weeks since my trial against Deja in the Catpin Court and I'm feeling rested and recovered after the beating I took in our fight. As much as it worked against me in that fight, I have to admit that having our knuckles covered by the boxing gloves definitely cut down on the time it took for my face to get back to normal.

  Rebecca hasn't summoned me, yet. Hopefully that means she isn't just out to punish me. Since fighting too soon after Deja would have meant certain pain and probably another loss. However, just the thought of having to fight at the whim someone else is unnerving. Even though I'm ready to get my claws into some skank's hair, I haven't put on my catpin because of that. The way I feel now, it would have to be an offer too good to refuse for me to consider getting into a scrap.

  Just then, my phone rings and it's Billy. Against my better judgement, I answer. "Hi Billy... What do you have for me?"

  "Straight to the point, eh?... That and your sweet ass is why I like you." Billy never fails to disgust me within the first few seconds of a phone call. "Have I got a a deal for you, Kelli Rose!" The big bar owner bellows enthusiastically.

  "Is it another fight with Jolene?" I ask, focusing the main reason I choose to still deal with this man.

  "Kelli... Kelli... you have lost two of your last three fights in my cage... there's no way I can justify giving you a rematch.... yet." I know he's right, I just don't like that fact. "What I do have for you will start you back on your way to that title shot though."

  "You have my attention, Billy."

  "There's a new fighter that showed up a few weeks ago- a real wildcat like you. She's the same age and size as you, too."

  "That's great Billy... you found another fairly average sized middle aged woman in decent shape that can fight.." I interject sarcastically.

  "Oh... much like you, this woman is far from average. She's from Beijing and thinks her shit don't stink. What's more she has absolutely dismantled four of my better fighters."

  "Ok... beating some Chinese woman with a whole four fights is supposed to get me my rematch how?"

  "I'm gettin' to that part and not to be insulting, but she has four wins in those four fights, and that's only one less win than you, my dear... and with no losses." Ouch, being reminded of my record at Billy's cage is a little humbling after I just demanded a title shot.

  Billy continues. "This particular Chinawoman for some reason really... I mean REALLY hates Texas. Which has been great for business. Almost every swingin' dick in the audience hates her right back- up to and including, yours truly. A great villain is something I'm always looking for. The problem is that I can't find anyone that can come close to stopping her."

  "And this is where I come in, right? You want me to be your hired muscle...the hero in your little story, Billy?" I say, sensing I might be able to get a little more money out of the big man than my usual fee.

  "I do like your confidence... and that sweet ass I mentioned earlier, but, to be completely honest with you, I'm not sure you will beat her.... none of my top contenders want to risk a fight with her either-"

  "Are you sayin' I'm not a top contender?!" I bark into the phone.

  "Not anymore.. you're not... The Housewives Division has gotten extremely competitive lately but you beat Bai Luan and, I can assure you, you will be almost be back in the conversation."

  I know he is right and I know I have to do this if I want to get my hands on that redheaded cxnt again. "Ok, Billy. I'm interested but what is the deal with this woman? Why don't you think I can beat her?"

  "I didn't say you can't beat her, Kelli. I said I don't know if you will. The main reason being that she is just like you... same height.. about the same weight... same great, juicy 'mom' ass... she's got them same perky, little titties like you, too. And she's just as tough. She is just as in shape as you as well.... Only she looks different and not just from you. Different from them other Asian chicks, too. She ain't all golden tan like them other Chinese. Sure, she's got that jet black hair like the rest of 'em but her skin is smooth and white like porcelain... Otherwise, you two are similar enough to make me wonder if your dad wasn't runnin' around China givin' his Texas tube steak to some commie coochie, if ya catch my drift" Between the comments about my 'mom' ass, little titties and his strange fantasy about my dad knocking up half the women in China, I'd like to hang up on this asshole but his description of this Bai Luan is just too intriguing for me to stop him. I only wish he'd get to the point before I puke.

  Then Billy's voice takes on a more serious tone. "And then, Kelli, there's her eyes. There's something that kinda scares me about 'em. Like the woman ain't got no soul.  As much as I am not of a fan of good women, you are one... She most definitely ain't. That's why I don't know if you can beat her."

  "First off, Billy, if you ever talk like that about my daddy again, I'm going to have Jake whip your ass... and secondly,..about me fighting this Bai Luan bitch...let's talk details." I rub my chin, pondering the situation. Just listening to Billy, I feel like I have to fight this woman. Like there's something inside of me that says we were always supposed to fight. With everything else I've got going on it might not be the smartest move, but it feels like the right move.

For the next five minutes, Billy and I negotiate. Actually, it was more Billy accepting my demands before he relayed Bai Luan's two simple demands. The first, I have to fight wearing a Texas flag bikini- provided by Billy. Easy enough. Who doesn't love a free bikini? Of course, I'm sure it will be at least a size too small and too skimpy. Hell, I've fought in front of a crowd butt naked before, haven't I? Then there was the one that pissed me off. Not enough for me to turn down double my regular pay but enough to put a Texas sized chip on my shoulder. She gets to enter and be announced last. It's just ridiculous. I'm a fan favorite at Billy's. I've been in a title fight. This bitch just got here.

  With all of the details worked out. I've got a few days to get all of my business settled. I call Jake as soon as I hang up with Billy. "Hi babe, we're gonna need a sitter this weekend..."

  It's fight night, and after a bit of child care drama resulting in my husband having to stay home tonight, I'm sitting in a private locker room with Kiva who, thankfully, was able to get here on short notice. I'm sure the nurse has seen more than her fair share of naked people, and I'm sure she's watched enough of my fights to have seen everything the good Lord gave me, but I still try to change into my Texas themed bikini as modestly as I can in the small room.

  "Billy says this bitch is like a clone of me, but- get this shit, girl. That bald bastard told me he thinks she's gonna beat me-" I say angrily, my back to my friend as I continue to change into my attire for tonight's match.

  "And why do you believe anything that slime bucket tells you, Kelli?" Kiva snaps. I know the bad blood between the bar owner and the nurse is on whole different level from any kind of issues I may have with the man.

  "Generally, I don't... but this time, I'm pretty sure he believes it. Either way, if she is as equal to me as he says- or, even if she ain't, I figure you know 'Fyrecracka' better than almost any woman." I say. Kiva looks skeptical at me trusting anything the bar owner says but her expression says she agrees with the rest of my statement. I continue, "Kiva, you're a great fighter and I respect your opinion more than any other fighter I can think of. Plus, you've seen me fight enough that I'm sure you've got an idea of my strengths and weaknesses.... and I know you have to have at least played around in your mind with what you'd do against me if we ever fought, right?"

  My friend pauses for a moment before answering. "If I had to fight you, Kelli, I'd focus on defense. I'm not overpowering you and I'd probably be at a disadvantage in a straight up brawl. So, being patient- focusing on defense and controlling the pace and flow of the fight would be my strategy. Frustrate you and try to make you impatient until you make a mistake. Then punish you with counterattacks.  That's what I'd do."

  Kiva continues. "If Billy is correct in his assessment of you two being so much alike, the same strategy could work against Bai Luan. Kind of like two evenly matched football teams, it could come down to a turnover that decides the game. So, you'd want to be sure that she, and not you, makes the first big mistake. Bai might be thinking the same thing and try to get under your skin like Jolene does. It's critical that any trash talk rolls off of you and doesn't cause you to lose your composure. I know you're called Fyrecracka for good reason, but you might want to make sure you 'explode' at the right time."

  I nod as I consider Kiva's advice. I don't think even Jake could have given me better. "Thanks, Kiva... I really appreciate it. You really are a good friend."

  Just then, I hear the familiar knock at the door followed by a voice telling me I have five minutes. Kiva gets up and gives me a hug. Stepping back, grabbing my shoulders and staring into my eyes before adding, "You got this, Kelli. Good luck and be careful. I'll see you out there." My friend steps out and leaves me to focus in the final moments before I fight Bai Luan.

  The second knock on the door tells me it's showtime. I take one last deep breath before I step into the hallway. I pause briefly at the curtain, then walk out into the bright lights. My eyes focus on the cage and then the fans. That 'pop' of the crowd when I step out never gets old but all I can manage is a smirk even though the crowd is more behind me tonight than they ever have been before.

  I don't know why but having to enter first with my history in this cage while this new bitch gets to go last like she's the more accomplished fighter, like she's the favorite has me in an extra salty mood. Hell, I practically built the Housewife Division. Maybe it's just some psychological game I'm playing with myself to ensure that previously mentioned chip is still firmly on my shoulder.

   I march towards the metal cage wearing my 'Texas' bikini. Which is, surprisingly, the proper size and decently classy, relatively speaking, since Billy chose it and it is still a bikini after all. I'm all business tonight. From what Billy told me and Kiva's advice, I'll have to be. This is a big night, I've got big plans and this is the key to all of them. Defeating an arrogant bitch that thinks she's better than everyone- including the fans and getting to redeem myself in this cage after my loss to Anna should be enough to get me back on track to a rematch against Jolene for her title in the eyes of everyone here.

  I enter the cage and start to limber up when I hear the loud chorus of "boos" begin as my opponent starts towards the cage. She seems to revel in it. Haughtily smiling as she struts. Billy wasn't lying. Her skin is almost porcelain, making her choice of a white bikini rather interesting. She looks practically nude. Her long, jet black hair is swinging back and forth in a high ponytail while she yells insults in mandarin at the ruffians in attendance. Amazingly, Billy was also telling the truth when he said we were close to the same size. Hell, we are even built similarly.

  The pale skinned Asian woman bounds up the steps and into the cage. She continues to run her mouth incessantly but now she has switched her focus to me. She pridefully saunters up to me, her machine gun like cadence of curses in her native tongue getting her point across despite me not understanding a single word until she switches to heavily accented English when we get forehead to forehead. Our skulls pressing against one another's, we are both snarling as I have started spewing forth every imaginable profanity in my repertoire of vulgarities.

  This has the feeling of a 'Catpin' fight. Bai and I have neither met nor said a single word to one another, we have no history, no rational reason to fight but here we are, ready and wanting to rip each other apart like feral cats. Glaring into the woman's almond shaped, soulless, dark brown eyes, I can tell that we are going to do just that. All of the legitimate, rational reasons I have to beat this woman have just evaporated now that we are nose to nose. More than anything in the world, I want to beat this woman because I need to know if I can. I need to know which of us is the better woman.

  The husky, middle aged woman that I recognize as Mercedes- one of Billy's toughest, most no nonsense referees jumps in and shoves us apart before things escalate prematurely. A smiling Billy is now in the cage with his microphone ready to formally introduce us.

  "Oh my... since these two hellcats are ready to go at it, I'm gonna make this short and sweet, folks. The first fighter needs no introduction here, she's 39 years old, five foot five... and one half inches tall.... she weighs one hundred and thirty pounds... proudly wearing the red, white and blue, 'Texas' bikini.... Kelli... The Fyrecracka.... Rose!" I raise one arm, bouncing back and forth from foot to foot while never breaking eye contact with the Chinese woman.

  Billy continues. "And her opponent, coming all the way from Beijing, China, she is undefeated in four fights here at my cage... she is 38 years old, stands five foot six inches tall, also weighing one hundred and thirty pounds... she is.... Bai.... Luan!" The crowd's jeers and boos get louder but this time the woman doesn't notice, her focus is now solely on me.

  The whole room feels like it's about to explode. Without exception, everyone in this place wants to see Bai and I fight. There's no need for any justification as to why, it's something purely instinctual, like some sort of catfighting perfect storm. Billy must feel the vibe of the crowd. Without any more hype or explanation of rules- he can tell that neither of us wants any, the big bald man simply shouts "Fight!". Calling for the bell as he tries to get out of the way.

  Bai and I rush past the club owner and leap, claws first, at our rival, colliding in the center of the cage. We land in a furious catball, rolling all over the canvas covered flooring of the cage. Yanking each other's hair with the violence usually reserved for a hated rival as we unload punches into one another's ribs and dig our nails into the other woman's skin. I can feel Bai is starting to get the better of me as she starts to figuring out how to stay on top for longer and longer with every exchange but I quickly am able to send the heel of my foot into her belly, launching her back first into the cage. In the blink of an eye, we are back on our feet and circling each other once again.

  Both of us are already sweaty and breathing hard after the wild start as we now methodically stalk one another around the fenced enclosure. Our eyes stay locked on our adversary as we move. No words exchanged, they wouldn't be able to properly communicate what the pale woman and I are feeling towards each other nearly as well as our eyes and the looks on our faces that are now framed by wild, disheveled hair.

  With a mutual shriek, we launch ourselves at each other. Again, colliding in the center of the cage. This time, we stay on our feet, swinging wildly with fists, feet and claws. Both of us are screaming insults and vocalizing the pain we are feeling as we use our entire bodies as weapons. I suspect Bai and I pretty closely resemble two starving cats locked in a small cage with a water hose turned on them.

  Soon, we are latched on to one another and banging into the fencing all over the cage, still swinging and kicking away as we try to slam our opponent into the steel contraption. With all of fury, determination and toughness the Chinese woman and I are bringing to bear against each other as we try pummel other woman into submission, our bodies crashing into the unforgiving rigid frame of the structure over and over again is what is really doing the damage.

  I groan as Bai drives me into one of the steel poles. My back arches in pain and I am stunned for the first time in the fight. The Chinese woman doesn't waste the opportunity, grinding her forearm against my throat and collarbone keeping my back pinned to the corner. "Weak...cxnt!" She grunts out, burying her knuckles deep into my belly. I claw at her arm and shoulder, trying to free myself leaving red tracks on her porcelain skin. The Asian woman screams and starts hitting me harder. She is on me like Velcro and I can't seem to find a way to get out of this corner as she mercilessly pounds away at my body.

  For the first time tonight, one of us if starting to impose their will on the other- and it's not me. I am getting frustrated and desperate as Bai starts to really hurt me with her all out attack while she has me pinned against the pole. I gotta be patient. No mistakes. No turnovers. I repeat in my mind.

  Unable to pry her forearm from my neck, I grab the Asian woman's hair with one hand and her chin with the other. Pulling her head backwards and digging my nails into her skin before I stomp on her foot. Then I muscle the off balance and screeching woman backwards to free myself from the corner.

  Maintaining my grip, I drive her across the cage and slam Bai into one of the poles. "Fucking... bitch!" I scream, ramming the dark haired woman's head into the steel repeatedly before the sweat soaked woman slips free.

  For a moment, I am free of the pain of the wildcat opposing me, but I care less about being hurt than I do about kicking this bitch's ass. We lunge at one another once more and lock back into the classic bitch clench, savagely yanking hair and slinging each other all over the cage one hand while mercilessly beating the ever loving fuck out each other with knuckles and nails. Our pace remains almost as frantic as when we started almost like we are each trying to prove to the other woman that we are the strongest or the fittest.

  While this battle is confirming Billy's assessment that we are physically and athletically equals, it seems he forgot my greatness attribute in a fight- my toughness. I feel the tide turning, we may be trading an equal amount of blows but my pale skinned nemesis is the one that is worse for the wear. I feel her wilting a little more than me, getting weaker with every exchange.

  Even though I can't get her to the ground, it's almost always her that ends up with her back pressed against the fencing now that we are finally slowing down and getting into more standing grapples, wrestling for position as we continue the scratching, hair pulling and throwing short punches to each other's flanks, tits, asses and pussies.

  Bai and I are locked in a seemingly endless struggle now, I am feeling the toll this nasty, bitchy brawl is taking and so is she. My lungs are burning and so is my scalp after nearly fifteen minutes of having my Chinese rival trying to rip my golden locks out by their roots. But with our hateful embrace forcing us cheek to cheek, I hear every moan that escapes her lips from even the slightest tug of her raven colored mane. Sweat and tears sting the scratches that mar my skin and I can see the red tracks and blotches that are even more visible on her milk white skin. My top is still on but one of my breasts has been freed. I can see her white bikini top lying, shredded on the floor of the cage. My exposed hard, pink nipple dueling with her bare and equally hard, dark one as our chests push against each other, expanding and contracting, rapidly trying to keep feeding our bodies oxygen.

  I can feel Bai getting desperate, her groans and curses are beginning to sound panicked. Her movements getting more frantic as she jerks and twists to escape my holds. She is losing her focus. I hope Kiva is correct and Bai is going to make a mistake soon- or, at least, roll the dice with a risky move. If she fights as much like me as Billy says she does, she's going to try something.

  Then it happens, we break apart once more and Bai takes a swing with a wild haymaker, I duck it and quickly counter by driving my shoulder into her belly. I knock the now topless bitch into the fencing once more before we bounce off of it. Stumbling, we tumble the canvas floor of the cage.

  We are still chest to chest when we hit the ground, our combined weight landing solidly on Bai. I feel the air rush out of her lungs and her moans fill my ears even over the increasingly loud roar of the crowd. These men came to see their state pride defended and I am their champion tonight.

  With the opposite sides of the crowd beginning to alternate chants of "Texas" and "Kelli", I start trying to pin Bai's shoulders to the mat. As much as the raucous crowd is fueling me, it seems to be rekindling the obstinate, defiant nature of my opponent too.

  My Asian counterpart bucks and twists beneath me, sending us into a slow rolling but savagely primitive catball. Our sweat drenched bodies writhe against each other slipping and sliding as we try to force the other woman onto her back.

  We grip and yank the other woman's hair trying to inflict as much pain as possible on our hated rival as well as to control her movements. Screaming and hissing as we violently pull and have our necks cranked at unusual angles. We grab and clutch the other bitch's tits and ass, our fingers crushing and talons digging into the vulnerable and soft flesh.

  Although we are constantly in motion, rolling all over the cage, the action is slow and deliberate. Neither Bai nor I have the energy to waste with wild movements. Every single action we take is designed to cause agony or to stop the other woman from inflicting it. This fight has become a slow, grinding, torturous war of wills.

  Locked in a stalemate, Bai and I find ourselves in the center of the cage, the hot, bright lights of the club beating down on our battered and bruised bodies. We are lying on our sides, legs entwined, bellies pressing against bellies, tits to tits, cheek to cheek, hands buried deep in each other's hair as we hiss and curse through gritted teeth and labored breathing. How much more can this bitch take? How much more can I?

  I keep pulling her hair, my body keeps pushing into hers. I just can't give up. I can't let myself lose to this woman. "Fuck.. you... Bai.." I grunt, tightening my grip on her raven hair and pulling her head backwards. This time, her body follows until she settles onto her back and I roll on top.

  I feel the pale skinned woman squirm, trying to slip out once more but this time she can't. I can almost feel her spirits sink as her body falters and I take the advantage. I manage to get my hips on top of hers, then transition into a mounted position. I fire off a barrage of stinging slaps to her face, reddening it and giving me no small amount of satisfaction. With the fading Bai beneath me, I carefully and methodically start trying to pin her once more.

  Bai tries to twist, spin and buck but she has nothing left and my hips keep hers pinned. Next, my legs snake around hers and I lock in a grapevine hold. She groans and curses me in her language as my legs stretch hers to their limits and force my hips into her belly. Our fingers end up interlocked and I pin the back of her hands to the floor next to her head.

  "Let.. me... go.. cxnt.." Bai moans out, her voice trembling like her body while she continues to strain against the hold.

  "Not... till... ya... give...up... bitch!" I snarl back, my muscles flexing as they try to break the defiant bitch. "Say...Texas Forever... ya... fuckin'.... arrogant....cxnt!... say.. it!" I roar dominantly, feeding off of the hometown audience's energy.

  Bai's body fails her and she completely flattens beneath me as I stretch her arms out to the side. Her legs are useless now and all my weight is pressing down on her belly and chest. I can feel her body struggling, fighting for every breath.

  I can almost feel the cheers of the crowd now as they reach a feverish pitch, the entirety of audience hoping that I am about to vanquish this vile bitch. I arch my back, my chest sliding up and onto Bai's face. I give a tired smirk as I feel and hear the pinned woman's desperate and muffled groans vibrating through my breasts.

  I'm the first to admit that I'm not well enough endowed for a breast smother to be one of my "go to" moves, but right now, it's working and I'm going for it. Bai's struggling begins to slow until only her head is resisting as she tries frantically to move into a position where she can find some precious oxygen. With the rest of her body seemingly conquered, I am able to keep maneuvering my smaller tits in a way that only allows her the briefest of opportunities to get a breath.

  Her movements continue to slow. This bitch is nearly out. "That's.. it... cxnt... go.. to ... fuck... ing... sleep...", I hiss. From the corner of my eye, I can see the husky referee moving in. I finally feel Bai's head stop moving. Going for the knockout, I twist my shoulders and send my one bare tit fully onto the pale skinned woman's mouth and nose. I feel her panic as her gasps for air are only rewarded with a mouthful of my sweaty titflesh.

  Then, above the cresting roar of the crowd, I hear my own high pitched scream. The intense agony of the black haired bitch's bite shoots through my body, causing my body to involuntarily jerk away from my pinned prey.

  I let go of any hold I had on her, slithering down Bai's body in an effort to escape. I'm nearly free from her when I feel her claws latch onto my hair once more just as my head reaches her bikini covered pussy halting my escape. In a flash, I feel her legs wrap around my neck and head. I find myself trapped.

 On my belly, my head between the Asian woman's thighs, chin resting on her crotch. I grab at her hips and ass. Pushing, pulling, trying everything I can to extricate myself. Even though Bai is thoroughly exhausted, her legs are still stronger than my arms. I see an evil calm settle in her eyes as she sees me struggling against the scissors hold and she is able to breathe unencumbered for the first time in a long while. The action nearly grinds to a halt as she keeps me trapped, getting her wits and bearings back.

  The more Bai is able to recover, the tighter her thighs clamp around my jaw and neck, and the more I fade. I desperately try anything and everything to escape my increasingly painful predicament. Using my arms to push up and attempting to roll us to create space or something I can exploit to get away, but the cagey catfighting communist is able to slam me back to my belly, her legs tightening around my neck after every one of my increasingly futile attempts until I am lying nearly motionless on my belly. Completely exhausted and unable to avoid staring into those menacingly dark, soulless eyes.

  "Weak... blonde... bitch...You... give up... or... else..." she hisses between her still rapid and ragged breathes with a self satisfied smirk, now confident of her impending victory tonight.

  "F-f-fu.." I try to growl back but unable to finish my curse before another pulse from Bai's thighs causes any other sounds from my lips to be a combination of groans and whimpers. From the look on the pale skinned woman's face, my eyes are conveying the message quite clearly.

  The Asian woman's face reddens and contorts angrily. "Texas.. cxnt!" She shrieks before trying to cover my mouth and nose with her fingers. Another battle ensues as I fight her off with the fury of a rabid raccoon. Clawing wildly and snapping at anything that gets too close to my teeth. Finally biting one of her fingers and forcing her hands to retreat.

  With that small victory, I begin attacking Bai with a renewed vigor as I try to escape once more. My claws working their way up her body ripping at her alabaster skin as I go for her exposed tits. I get ahold of her medium sized milk makers for only a few seconds before she is able to grab my wrists and subdue my hands.

  While I was able to put a few new bright red scratches on the pasty bitch's body, the rage on Bai's face suggests I've done more to reinvigorate her than to cause her pain. Her English may be broken, but her message is clear. "You... go sleep... now...bitch!"

  Her legs tighten, sending a searing pain radiating throughout my jaw and neck. In a panic, I jerk and flail for only a few seconds as my peripheral vision fades until all I can see are the eyes of my hated rival. I try to defiantly curse the pale skinned skank before I lose consciousness but only drool and spittle bubble from my lips. I feel my body spasm and convulse, then go limp.

  Just as I see the last pinpoint of light blink out, I feel Bai's legs relax and my face falls limply to the canvas. I'm not sure if I was completely out or not but, nevertheless, I'm still disoriented and my body isn't responding when I try to get up. I slowly become aware of my surroundings. I can hear the Chinese woman hatefully berating the crowd and them booing her.

  I feel a pair of hands grab my shoulder and hip. Then, I am roughly rolled onto my back. The lights are still blinding and out of focus but I can see a shadowy shape standing over me.

  I have no doubt that it is Bai Luan and from the building buzz of the crowd, I know that this fight isn't officially over yet. The fucking bitch rubs her foot on my face before planting it firmly between my breasts. For the first time since the fight started, Mercedes makes her presence known as she begins her count. "ONE!..."

  We may not have gone over the rules before this brawl started but this is Billy's cage and that means a ten count. Which is a good thing for me because I just heard the husky ref yell "SIX!.." over the cries of the crowd for me to get up and I haven't even been able to get my head off the canvas yet. "SEVEN!"

  C'mon, Kelli. Get up girl, I think to myself, still unable to get my body to respond. "EIGHT!". Not like this. Not to this bitch. I fucking had her. She was finished. Once more, I attempt to move. This time some added pressure from the Texas hating twat's foot keeps me in place. "NINE!" I exhale, it's over. I make one last desperate, yet weak slap at her ankle with all I have left.

  Then I feel Bai's foot lift off of my chest. What the hell? Maybe my slap was enough to dislodge her foot and break the count, or maybe she did it intentionally. I don't know. What I do know is that my eyes have finally regained their focus and I see the angry face of my opponent staring down at me. "Dumb blonde.. learns a ... lesson... tonight!" the pale Chinese woman barks to me as well as to the crowd that is only her small entourage away from being totally against her before viciously stomping my belly.

  I'm still sprawled flat on my back, only able to writhe feebly in a pathetic attempt to resist as she staggers tiredly but angrily above me before reaching down and snatching the top of my Texas themed bikini.

  Spewing profanities in her native tongue, Bai drags and slings me around the cage until the fabric gives way, leaving me topless, as I roll across the canvas, coming to rest face down in a heap clutching my aching belly.

  The dark haired demoness might be covered in scratches, sweat and limping badly but she is still bitchy enough to wave her new trophy around, mocking the crowd and me. I'm beginning to move again but still struggling to get up. The crowd has mostly gone silent except for a handful that are engaging with Bai but I can still hear a few random shouts encouraging me to get back in the fight.

  Maybe it's the woman's complete and total disrespect for my home state, but a random shout of "C'mon, Kelli...Remember the Alamo!", finally stirs me. I force myself onto my hands and knees. You can do this, Kell. I tell myself. With one last shake of the head to clear the cobwebs, I begin to rise.

  "Stay down, stupid bitch!" I hear her growl just before I feel the impact of the woman's foot with my stomach. I land on my back, then curl into the fetal position with my arms covering and trying to soothe my brutalized belly.

  My sight is bleary from tears, but I can see Bai's feet inches from me as she looms over me. My eyes work their way up the pale skinned woman's body until they meet the soulless ones of my tormentor. Her face is full of contempt and she snarls as she  uses her foot to force me onto my back. Then, she spits on my bikini top before tossing it onto my bare and heaving chest. "Stay.. the fuck... down... weak Texas slut." She hisses through her heavy breathing as she grinds the sole of her foot on my face going for a humiliating pin.

  "ONE!..." the referee calls out. Fuck. This. Disrespectful. Bitch. Defiantly, I roll my shoulder off of the canvas to break the count, but still too out of it to do much of anything else.

  I hear Bai shriek something in her language, no doubt some unimaginably horrible insult, before I feel her fingers grip my sweaty blonde hair. I know I have just earned myself more pain but I'm not finished yet.

  A hard yank pulls me up and onto my ass as I try to muffle the scream from the searing pain in my scalp. Then, she cranks my face towards hers. A stiff backhand across my face forces a loud groan from lips. "You.. will.. beg... for... mercy..." The porcelain skinned woman sneers through her panting.

  Roughly, she slowly muscles me onto my feet, ready to administer more of a beating. With one hand buried in my golden locks and keeping me upright, I see her draw back her fist. Through sheer willpower and instinct, I force myself to swipe my talons across her angry face, catching her eye with one of them. Bai screams and recoils, stumbling backwards.

  The Chinese woman and I shuffle away from each other as we fight exhaustion to stay on our feet. We stagger on wobbly legs before collapsing into the fencing a few yards apart from each other clinging to it to stay upright. The buzz from the crowd begins to build, realizing this fight isn't over and I could still win this battle.

  I'm barely able to keep from sinking to the canvas as I push myself off of the chain link and stand on my own feet. My brown eyes lock with Bai's. My Asian equal blinking away the last of tears and pain from my desperate eye rake moments ago. The dirty move bought me more time than I expected, but not enough to get myself together. She maybe nearly as dead on her feet as me but I've gotten the worst of this battle for the last few minutes.

The pissed off Asian woman snarls, beginning to stomp towards me, picking up speed as her anger builds, overcoming her fatigue and the pain from the lengthy fight. I can't summon the wherewithal to move before I feel her hands clamp around my throat. I squirm as the chain link of cage presses into my back, Bai's eyes are no longer soullessly blank. They are now filled with all of her hatred she has for me as she mercilessly tries to strangle the life out of me while my hands push and claw at her jaw in resistance.

  My survival instinct kicks in and I hear Kiva's advice in my head. I fight the urge to panic and force myself to stay calm. My back is pressed against the chainlink and this bitch is bound and determined to choke me to death.

  I'm probably more on the defensive than fighting defensively but the result is the same. Bai's sole purpose in life is to throttle me until I go limp. I see an opportunity, sending a violent knee that connects with her pantyclad womanhood that loosens her death grip around my windpipe. The second knee collides just below her bellybutton sending her staggering backwards a step. I fire off a left jab that tags her nose, causing her hands to protect her face. My determination is vocalized with a shriek as my right hook slams into her unprotected ribs, buckling her knees. I stumble momentarily, gathering my feet and measuring her for a wild haymaker. Her dark eyes staring, her mouth hanging open. I know she sees it coming but can do nothing. "Fuck.. you.. cxnt!" I scream, my fist smashing into her jaw.

  The vile bitch's head whips around from the impact of my desperate punch. She spirals on her way to the canvas, landing flat on her back. Followed by a slightly more controlled crash landing of me on top her. I'm completely exhausted and that was everything I had left.

  I'm lying bare chest to bare chest with my pale skinned nemesis, my body draped perpendicularly over hers. She is sprawled beneath me, writhing weakly. I hear the building buzz of the crowd as it finally eclipses the breathless groans of pain and exhaustion from Bai and I. Then I hear one of the most beautiful things I've heard in a long while when I hear Mercedes's gruff voice shout "ONE!"

  My mind realizes what is going on, but I just can't seem to force my body to secure a better pin. Fortunately, Bai is still barely moving. The husky woman's count feels agonizingly slow as it reaches "Six!"

  "No... no... no...NO!" I hear the Chinese woman rasp out in a moan like voice. Both of us are clearly beyond our physical limits but we each begin to stir.

  I grip the woman's bicep, trying to force her shoulder to stay on the ground as almost all of my bodyweight presses down against her chest. I can feel her squirming, getting stronger, harder to keep pinned, finding one last reservoir of fighting spirit. "Seven!"

  Slowly, Bai is able to plant her foot. Shit, if she can buck, she might be able to break the count. "Eight!"

  My free hand slides down my opponent's porcelain skin stopping when I reach her womanhood. I dig my nails into her mound. The Texas hating twat lets out a bloodcurdling wail and her leg reflexively flattens out. "...Nine!..." Mercedes bellows.  I strain to keep my claws dug into my rival's mound.

  "TEN!" The referee screams out, immediately calling for the bell. My body gives out and goes limp as does Bai's when it sounds. It's over.... finally.... officially.

  Neither of us move. We can't. I've got absolutely nothing left and it's clear that Bai doesn't either. My ability to measure time accurately was lost early in this fight, but judging from the restless murmuring of the crowd it's been well over a minute since this contest officially ended.

  Without moving my head, my eyes scan the cage. Tonight, the canvas of the cage is more like the canvas of a demented artist's- littered with strands of blonde and black hair, crimson smudges and smears of our blood, ripped bikini tops strewn about. All creating a frame surrounding the nearly motionless bodies, but for our ragged breathing, of Bai and me. Bodies marred with a multitude of scratches and rapidly darkening bruises. I'm sure the buckets of sweat mixing with the oozing blood is making it even more dramatic, but, truth be told, more accurately expressing how we are both feeling.

  I see Billy hustling his big ass into the cage,  fumbling with the controls of the microphone in his hand. "My oh my! That was a war, wasn't it?.... Let's give these two women a much deserved round of applause.." the big man drones before speaking to the referee without using the mic. "Help me get Kelli up, Mercedes.." he grunts as the two attempt to get me on my feet.

  With Mercedes and Billy holding me up, the bar owner starts speaking on the mic once more. "Your... winner.... Kelli... The Fyrecracka.... Rose!!!" The husky Hispanic woman raises my arm and it becomes clear that I would collapse in a heap if the two weren't supporting me. Even worn out and beat to a pulp, I can't keep from smiling at the adoring crowd that is going wild now. I've never gotten this much adulation from the audience before and if I had anything left, I would be feeding off of it.

  The two carefully place me back on the canvas sitting against the fencing as Billy goes on hyping the fight, thanking important people and advertising his next fight night. Kiva pushes past Billy and rushes to my side. Followed by... Jake! When did he get here? My husband reads my eyes, "The sitter finally got there. I saw everything but your entrance... You were great, Kelli!" I'm not sure I've ever seen him as transparently proud after a fight.

Kiva goes into "nurse" mode as a few of Bai Luan's entourage do the same to her. I can tell from both Kiva and Jake's faces, as well as Kiva's attention and treatment to my face, that Bai must have done a pretty good number on me tonight. I feel like I've been in a car wreck, maybe two, now that the adrenaline has begun to wane.

  I look over to see Bai leaning against the fence on the opposite side of the cage. I smile at her condition, wincing from the pain of that simple act but knowing she is hurting even worse is worth it. I have to admit, it is nice to see all of the visible damage on her milk white skin. Then I see something that commands my attention. "...those are mine now!" I blurt out in a growl.

  "What are you talking about, girl?" Kiva replies, still dabbing at my various wounds with gauze and ointment.

  I politely push her hands aside and begin to crawl towards my defeated rival. "That bitch's panties... they belong to me.." I growl a little louder and more confidently, picking up speed as I quickly crawl across the canvas covered cage floor.

  I reach Bai and pause for a second when I see her swollen face but her one still open eye flares with hatred when she catches a glimpse of me. "What... the fuck... do you... want... Kelli?" she mumbles through her sneer, motioning her small entourage away.

  "Just what's mine....give 'em up, loser." I command. I grab the bikini bottoms at her hip and tug.

  Bai's hand goes to my throat. "I.. never... gave up... bitch.." she growls.

  My hand does the same to her. "Neither... did... I... cxnt..." Both of us are squeezing just hard enough to let the other woman know we mean business. "...ya.. wanna... finish... it?" I snap, my country accent becoming more pronounced as I'm too tired to try and sound as civilized.

  I feel her grip relax. ".. no... you... win... this one." We both let out a sigh of relief but the hatred in our eyes hasn't ebbed one bit.

  My eyes glance back down to Bai's bikini bottoms then back to her, now more human looking, eyes. "I said...give 'em up... Bai" The pale woman slides her panties off and then offers them to me. I greedily snatch them from her and tauntingly smack her cheek. "That's a good girl. If ya want another ass whippin', ya know where to find me."

  She silently glares at me. We nearly killed each other and most people would never consider putting themselves through pain like this again, but Bai Luan and I aren't most people.

  I look up to see Billy, Kiva, Jake as well as all of Bai's people encircling us. I think I hear them all collectively let out their own sigh of relief once they see that Bai and I are finally finished.... for tonight, anyway.

  After fighting her, I know Bai is even more like me than Billy thought and if tonight had gone the other way, I'd want to fight her again. Her eyes said as much. But that will be another adventure for different day and tonight I'm going to bask in this win. I defended my state, I got back on track for a rematch with Jolene and most importantly I beat a really tough bitch. The kind of win that gets your confidence back- and then some. I feel ready to take on anyone. Well, I did until I moved and felt all of the soreness. I suppose once my body heals, I'll be ready to take on anyone.

Foreshadowing a fight with Kiva? @FyreCracka

[coachzzz]

I would be disappointed to see Kelli and Kiva fight.   I like their friendship and the parallel stories they have going.  While the concept of friends fighting is sometimes a juicy one, I am not for it here. 

However, if they want to do it, I would make two suggestions.   One, force them to fight each other over some issue.  They should be reluctant to do it, but circumstances force it to occur.   Perhaps the Catfight Court has a hand in forcing the two of them to fight.    Two, both Kelli and Kiva should write their own account of the event, similar to what the two of them did many chapters ago. 

As always, great work, Kelli.   Nice to have you back.

[Ulli]

Technically, Trisha won the fight.  She extracted the first submission.

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Yes but Kelly didn' t surrender