Sometimes, youth can be a hard thing. For Stormy, it was that way. Her first love was horses, which she trained. In fact, she was one of he best in the area. Her second love was combat. She loved to hurt people and loved getting hurt, to steal a line from the Olympics. It was a crushing blow when her dad, a wrestling promother, refused to allow her to wrestle. So she did what every other child would do. She trained under a mask. Dad rarely ever attended training sessions and no one knew her. That wasn't enough. She discovered the Cat Pin Universe and joined. She wanted to become the best and most feared woman in combat. From the looks of the site, the girl to beat was some blonde named Kelli. Kelli's close friend Kiva was the medical person at wrestling fed events. So she begin to pester Kiva for a match. The goal was simple, destroy Kiva and then beat Kelli who would undoubtedly come to her aid. Kiva turned her down several times. Meanwhile, Stormy was 1-1. She easily destroyed her first opponent. Her second fight did not go as well. She dominated, but refused to put the girl away. Instead she attempted to humiliate her, until a vicious kick shut her down. The girl then tore Stormy up until the Cowgirl surrendered and was left on the floor in the sawdust.
One night, Stormy worked to take the ring down and as she undid the turnbuckles, her hand slipped and it appeared she hurt her hand. She was sent to Kiva who was preparing to go. Kiva frowned up. It was never good. Stormy hated catfighters, she especially hated Kiva, who tried to counsel her on who to take on. Mostly, to stay away from Kelli.
Stormy was 5'4" and even though she looked a bit thick in the stomach and thighs, her legs were very strong, as were her arm and core from years of training horses. Her only flaw was her baby fat around her belly, but at 19 she was determined to lose it and become the best wrestler and all around fighter in the world.
Stormy: Saw your friend Kelli get her ass whooped at that club she fights at. (Stormy smiled.) Thought you said she was a bad ass?
Kiva shook her head. Kiva: Your hand is fine. Look, you don’t need to fake an injury just to come back here to harass me. If you want to talk anytime, you know how to find me. As for Kelli, trust me, you don’t want to go there.
Stormy: "I see you learning to grapple. Guess that Cynthia girl taught you you can't be a one trick pony. (she giggles) I know you have seen me. You don't think too much of me, do you?
Kiva: I will tell you what I think. You could be good. Your strong and can take a lot of punishment, but you are reckless. You are too emotional when you fight. Your arrogant and it shows. You focus on trying to humiliate the other girl and then win. That’s when you make mistakes. You’re sloppy, everyone knows what you’re going to do before you do it, so they are ready.
At this point, don’t even think of fighting Kelli. Work on the basics. Fight opponents at your own level first, then work you’re way up to tougher competition when you’re ready. You got a weak girl to beat up first. You should have bested your second opponent but you got cocky, made huge mistakes, then she left you on the sawdust floor crying like a little baby telling her you had enough. If you’re going to advance as a fighter, put in your time and learn the right way. Fighting Kelli would get you nowhere except flat on your back asleep. She wouldn’t want to fight you anyway. What would she have to gain from it? Nothing. I wouldn’t want to fight you either.
Stormy: You wouldn’t because you’re scared.
Kiva: No, I wouldn’t because you’d be a waste of my time.
Stormy's face turned red. The tanned brunette glared at Kiva. Stormy: "I am officially challenging you. next Tuesday on the mats, after everyone leaves. I am going to earn my catpin over your broken body."
Kiva: "Your dad said.."
Stormy: "Are you going to be a chickenshit about it."
Kiva: Fine, 8:00?
Stormy: "I'll be here."
Stormy leaves smiling. Kiva: For your sake, I hope your not.
Stormy came into the the room. The 5'4 130 lb brunette looked ready. Hers shoulder length hair tied back. She wore a black tank top and cut off jeans.
Kiva walked in. She tied her hair in a tight bun. "Stormy, I know what you want. I've tried to tell you, your no match for Kelli. Your a wrestler, she is a fighter. She is more than a cat. Just know I won't take it easy on you because your Tex's girl."
Both women went through their warm ups at opposite sides of the mat. The fighters stepped onto the mat and met face to face, their noses and equally sized breasts almost touching. At 5’7” and 128 lbs, Kiva looked quite fit as she began the stare down with her slightly shorter but well toned and tanned opponent. Her blue eyes looked into Stormy’s brown ones as the two stood at the center of the mat.
"You don't have to do this." Kiva said almost pleading.
Stormy smiled. "Scared? Wondering if Cynthia took more than your outfit. Just remember, when I beat you, your friend Kelli is next."
Kiva shook her head. "That's what I am afraid of for your sake."
"Did we come here to talk or to fight,” Stormy replied. The recorder was turned on.
The battle had begun. Stormy rushed out, swinging wildly with wild haymakers. Kiva managed to duck and duck them easily and shot back with more accurate jabs to her face and body. Then she banged home a hook. Stormy was staggered. Kiva shook her head. "Don't make me do this." The hurt Stormy grabbed her in a clinch t hat she transitioned in a bearhug. She squeezed. Kiva wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of crying out. Kiva grabbed Stormy's hair, pulled her head back and delivered a head butt. Stormy released and backed off again.
Stormy looked shocked as she tried to clear her tearing eyes. Kiva didn't move in. She waited and moved in with a kick to the knee. Stormy's knee buckled and she froze. Kiva made her pay. She peppered her again with punches, then grabbing the hair again, slung her to the mat. There was a panicked look on Stormy's face. She was suppose to have Kiva down and punishing her, but she is down and taking kicks and stomps from her. Something snapped back in. Kiva wasn't going to win so easily. She caught the foot of Kiva and swept the other. She came up with both ankles, and spread them wide out and drove her heel into her crotch. She smirked. "I know you been practicing your grappling, should have learned that trick, Yankee Girl." She drug Kiva up by the hair. Kiva drove her nails into the eyes, blinding Stormy.
Kiva tackled Stormy and they rolled around. Stormy struggling to clear her burning eyes and trying to fight off Kiva, who quickly gained the upper hand.. She straddled Stormy with a handfull of hair, while the other was slamming into Stormy's puffy face. Stormy squirmed and tried to buck off Kiva, who refused to give up her position. Grabbing her top, Stormy ripped down. "Really? Your going to go there?" Kiva pulled the tank top over the face of Stormy. Punching her unprotected face and breasts. Stormy slammed her knees into the back. Kiva grimaced as she tried to reposition herself, Stormy bucked her off and tried to get away and pulled her tank top the rest of the way off. "You think your going to whip Kelli's ass. She would chew you up and spit you out and laugh as she did it." Kiva tried to talk sense to her. "You can't even beat my ass. You thought your wrestling would give you the edge, but look at you. Just give up, you don't have anything to prove." Stormy crawled to the wall and used it to help her stand.
Kiva rushed over and pushed her face against the rough drywall. "Damn it! Give the fuck up!" Kiva demanded. Stormy swung her elbow back and caught Kiva on the ear. She went down. Stormy had one more weapon. She dropped down and pulled Kiva into her vice like scissors. Even if Kiva didn't submit, maybe she can get her second wind. Kiva went to work on Stormy's ligaments in her knee. Stormy's legs struggled to hold the scissors. Kiva worked the once injured knee until she was able to escape. Kiva pulled her herself up. Stormy barely pulled herself up. Her legs trembled.
Again Stormy slowly moved in swinging wildly. Then boom. Stormy never saw the punch coming. She was too fixated on her supposed targets. Kiva landed a nasty uppercut right to the chin. Stormy went down on the floor. The fight was over. Kiva shook her head. "Are you happy?" Kiva yelled at her. "Did you get it out of your system."
Stormy rolled into a ball, crying. She had earned her cat pin, but had been taught a lesson in the process. She had a lot to learn in both wrestling and fighting.
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