Rebecca Catfighter: Tooth And Nail Part 2-5

A little something for the weekend:

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Originally from southern Maine, Rebecca had gone to East Boston High School where she excelled on the boxing team. She loved physical competition and boxing was a terrific outlet. She worked hard in the gym, working on her footwork, her jabs, and the heavy bag.

Most girls with a well-endowed figure like Rebecca avoided a rough contact sport like boxing but that brought more attention on her. She ate up it up, the good and the bad, as she often had a target on her back.

As her confidence and skills grew, she found herself winning a qualifying bout for Nationals. A win at Nationals would open a LOT of doors for her boxing career. However, Rebecca suffered a concussion in victory and she was forced to forfeit the following match because of a medical suspension that lasted three months. She suffered another concussion in the ring the next year and her coach told her that she wouldn’t get medically cleared to fight professionally, at least not legally. Her family and coach pleaded with her to stop before suffering serious damage. Concussions happen more frequently after you’ve had one, even with headgear and they all knew it.

So she gave up boxing, at least she tried. Rebecca tried other sports and other competitive outlets but nothing could equal the intensity of direct physical competition. Despite all of the dangers, Rebecca fought again and lost by split-decision. She fought hard, but cautious, like being confined to a your seat on an airplane. In a sport where knockouts are celebrated, she knew that one could cost more than just a victory and it weighed on her. She had doubts. For the second time in her 22 year existence, she gave up boxing.

Then about a month ago, Monica Hondouras, her old coach’s wife, called Rebecca to touch base with her and to let Rebecca know about a new app called, ‘Tooth and Nail.’ The app displays users in the area that would like to set up a rules catfight. Rebecca initially balked at ‘rules catfight’ but realizing it was her way back to competitive fighting without risking her brain (thanks to the, ‘no head strikes’ rule). She was ecstatic. After 60 seconds of installing the app on her phone, Rebecca found that there were a surprising number of women using the app, including a nearby user and as fate would have it, she knew this person from the gym that she worked. This was going to be just fine.


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Megane removed her track suit to reveal a tight athletic body, resembling a dancer more than an amateur MMA fighter. Megane was 2-1 in amateur fights but had been waiting for months to get her first pro fight. She wore her usual MMA gear, a white sports bra and shorts and her wavy dishwater blonde hair was tied back in a braid. She enjoyed a three-inch height advantage over Rebecca though they were close in weight.

“So, Becky,” Megane started. “We agreed on doing a best of Three Falls Catfight.”

Rebecca bristled. She knew where this was headed. Megane was going to change her mind about the fight. Would she get a victory on the app for a forfeit?

Warily, Rebecca asked, “Yeeeaaah. What about it?”

“How about instead, we go for thirty minutes, the one with the most submissions wins? That way, we keep things interesting in case one of us gets a couple of early tapouts in the first five minutes. What do you say?” Megane delivered her proposal with the clarity of a well-rehearsed statement.

Rebecca was suspicious. Changing the rules at the last minute? She couldn’t see any reason why not to accept but she didn’t trust the look in Megane’s eye. She was confident in her ability to take Megane down in two out of three falls, so why not an Iron Woman match? It wouldn’t be until too late that Rebecca would find out why Megan wanted the rules changed.

“Sure, why not,” agreeing to the rule change.

“It’s 11:15pm now, so we’ll stop, no matter what, at 11:45pm.

“Okay, just so we’re clear, punches are okay, but still not to the head.”

Megane smirked, “Don’t worry. I’m not going to mark up that pretty face. Of course, I can’t say the same for the rest of your body. Don’t take it personally when I pound your pillow-titties flat.”

“You seem awfully interested in my chest,” Rebecca said as she put her left foot forward in the orthodox fighting stance, “I’m flattered, really, but you should be more interested in trying to keep up with me for thirty minutes. And oh yeah, I don’t like you like that. Or at all.”

“Wow, real funny, just like your face…”

“Your criticizing my trash talk with that gem?”

“Whatever. Should one of us ring a bell or say, ‘Fight’ or something?”

“You just did.”

SMACK!


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If you asked any of the regular members of Southie’s gym, they’d say that they got along well with Rebecca and Megane. Rebecca was the receptionist but also filled in for the occasional crossfit class, stocked the hydro bar, and was the person to come to if you had a problem or question on the floor. Megane had come to the gym five nights a week for the last year training for MMA first as a hobby, and then for something more. While she got along with ninety-nine percent of the gym, she didn’t like how Rebecca did things. She thought that Rebecca’s scoop neck outfits were okay for scoring at the meat market but not for a gym receptionist. She had complained to Sean about it, but nothing ever came of it. She thought the way that Rebecca greeted people was unprofessional and when Megane wanted an ice-cold energy drink, not put in the freezer twenty minutes ago, but by God, something that was just about freezing, she didn’t want to hear smart-mouth Rebecca say that, “the Snow Queen will be back in a minute to take your request. Oh wait, she’s already here” and look at Megane. If she wanted a warm towel, not something sitting on the shelf, Rebecca, or ‘Becky,’ should stop what she was doing and get it. Megane paid good money to belong to this gym. All the other staff members were helpful when Megane wanted something and Rebecca WOULD do the same.

Megane informed Rebecca that she signed up for the ‘Tooth and Nail’ app as a way to fill the time waiting for her first pro MMA fight. Rebecca was sure Megane dropped this nugget as a way to intimidate her. Rebecca was too excited about this to worry about things like that, but as it turned out, she probably should have.

When Monica Hondouras contacted her, Rebecca wasn’t sure what ‘this’ was. ‘This,’ Monica explained is an athletic competition in which two women attempt to render each other incapable of movement or competing (fighting back) by forcing her to submit. Wrestling is fighting without blows: grappling with rules. Catfighting is wrestling with added techniques such as slapping, hair pulling and other agreed upon rules, for instance, no punches to the head, and in this case between Rebecca and Megane, a race to win the most submissions in a thirty minute time period. The mutual dislike between them was icing on the cake. What’s a little drama to spice things up? The winner would no doubt have bragging rights to last a long time. Maybe until the Red Sox win another pennant?


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Megane’s eyes were huge shimmering pools of light after Rebecca’s opening bitch slap. She lunged at Rebecca snaking her arm around her head to secure a headlock. Rebecca fired two quick uppercuts into Megane’s stomach, eliciting surprised grunts. Megane was able to hold onto the headlock and take Rebecca down to the mat. When Rebecca tried to squirm out, Megane yanked on her hair.

“OW,” Rebecca yelled in pain. “Get off my hair!”

Megane wrenched her headlock towards the ceiling, bringing Rebecca’s head along with. “Make me, Red.”

Rebecca grabbed a handful of Megane’s hair and ripped back hard, causing both of them to reverse somersault. Megane was up in an instant and while Rebecca was still up on one knee, Megane speared Rebecca right in the chest.

The ballistic nature of the spear was enough to catch Rebecca off guard but the crash landing, with Megane on top, was just as jarring. Before Rebecca could catch her breath, Megane grabbed Rebecca’s wrist and slid her legs around the redhead’s arm. Megane yanked on Rebecca’s wrist, while simultaneously flexing her legs and sending her opponent’s shoulder in the opposite direction. The result was immediate. Rebecca cried out in pain and before she knew it, she tapped out to the cross-armbreaker submission. Megane released her grip and celebrated with a whispery, ‘Yes!’ Rebecca could only shake her arm and catch up to what just happened.



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