| CATHOLIC SCHOOLGIRL FIGHT Written by Steven Diana Baxter and Katherine Morales weren’t exactly the best of friends. Basically, they couldn’t stand each other. They were heated rivals in both athletics and academics. But it took a boy to seriously fan the flames of hatred between these girls. The boy: Carl Manchester, star quarterback at St. Maria, president of the student council, and all-around cool guy. For quite some time, Carl had been dating Diana, but he broke off that relationship and started dating Katherine. When Diana heard the news, she was absolutely furious. One day, Diana stormed over to Katherine in the hallway. Katherine noticed Diana and said, “May I help you?” “You listen to me, bitch,” Diana said, “Carl is my man.” “You mean he was your man, Diana,” Katherine remarked, “Just because you couldn’t jump his bones, doesn’t mean you can take it out on me.” Diana snapped back, “I’m absolutely sick and tired of you, Katherine. You’re always trying to be better than me. There is only room in this school for one alpha female, bitch, and you’re looking at here.” “You want a piece of me, huh,” Katherine said, “Fine by me. You and me, winner gets Carl. However, I know the perfect place to settle this.” Katherine took out an index card and started writing. “There’s a back way inside,” Katherine explained, “The door will be unlocked and I’ll be waiting for you inside, as will Carl.” Katherine handed her the card and said, “Wear something appropriate. See you then.” As Katherine walked away, Diana stared at the index card and read the address: 4983 N. Gibson Way 11:00 p.m. and don’t be late Diana arrived at the location at around 10:50 and exited from her car. She noticed that the building where they were to meet turned out to be a martial arts school. Diana wore a red martial arts uniform and a black belt. “This’ll be interesting,” she said to herself as she headed towards the rear entrance. She entered the building and there laid a massive mat in the middle of the room. She saw Carl, seated in a chair. “Right on time,” a voice said. From a dark room, emerged Katherine wearing a white martial arts uniform and a black belt. “A fellow black belt, huh,” she said, removing her belt and taking off her gi, revealing a sports bra. Diana also removed hers, also showing a sports bra. “This is going to be good,” Carl said. Diana and Katherine stood on the mat, bowed, and got into fighting stance. Katherine started with a sidekick to Diana’s stomach and a roundhouse to the head. Diana retaliated with a front kick to the chest, a couple jabs to the stomach, and a judo takedown. Katherine got up in time to block a front kick by Diana and returned with a knee to the gut and a knee to the chin. Diana staggered back and spat, a drop of blood hitting the floor. She smiled and said, “No one has ever made me bleed before. You really are a worthy opponent.” She fired off a number of kicks to Katherine’s stomach and a windmill kick across the face. Katherine retaliated with some kicks of her own and a right back fist to the nose. Blood dripped from her nose and Diana got back at Katherine with an uppercut to the chin, a knee to the chest, and an elbow to the face. Katherine felt the blood coming from her nose and said, “You’re definitely tougher than I had expected, I applaud that.” Diana went for a right hook, but Katherine grabbed it with one hand and blocked a kick with the other. She then delivered a palm strike to the stomach, a palm strike to Diana’s chin, and some karate chops to the neck. Diana staggered a little, but stayed focused. Katherine launched a front kick, but Diana blocked it and gave Katherine a karate chop to the chest, a punch to the face, a spinning heel kick to the stomach and a judo takedown. Diana pinned Katherine down and said, “I have to admit, Katherine, you definitely prove to be a true challenge. I’ve never seen someone fight like that before.” “You’re not so bad yourself,” Katherine said, “But flattery doesn’t get you any closer to getting to Carl.” “I know,” Diana said. “Whoo-hoo,” Carl said, “This is hot. You girls are great. Now take off each other’s tops.” They turned their heads to Carl and asked in unison, “Excuse me?” “You heard me, ladies,” he said, “Take off your tops. Catfight for my love and show me your tits!” The girls looked at each other and Katherine said, “Is he serious?” Diana looked at the bulge in Carl’s pants, then back to Katherine, and said, “He is.” “Why the hell are we fighting over a pervert like him if all he wants to do is get off on it,” Katherine asked. “You thinking what I’m thinking,” Diana asked. Katherine nodded in agreement. They got back onto their feet and faced Carl. “Ladies,” he said, “You’re supposed to be fighting.” “Oh, trust us, Carl,” Diana said, “We’ll fight alright.” “It’ll be a fight you won’t soon forget,” Katherine commented, “or wish you did.” They faced Carl, in fighting stance, and Carl said, “Oh, shit.” Carl got out of his chair and said, “Ladies, ladies. You’re supposed to be fighting over me, not fighting me.” “Say, Diana,” Katherine asked, “Exactly how long ago did he dump you again?” “Almost a week ago,” Diana asked, “Why?” Katherine replied, “Because he asked me out exactly one day after he dumped you. Think about it: He knew exactly how much we hated each other. He used it to his advantage and actually got us to fight each other.” “You used us, Carl,” Diana asked, “How could you do such a thing?” Carl tried to weasel his way of this conversation, but finally told the truth. He explained to them that he did what he did because girlfriends turned him on. The very thing infuriated Diana and Katherine. “Say, Diana,” Katherine asked, “should we beat his sorry ass tag team style?” “Beat him up for a little while, then allow someone else to do so,” Diana said, smiling, “Sounds like fun” “How about you start it off since you have a bigger bone to pick with him,” Katherine said, backing away. “You’re too kind,” Diana replied in fighting stance. Diana unleashed a spin kick across Carl’s head, knocking him down. She forced him up and kneed him in the stomach. Diana followed it up with an uppercut to the chin, an elbow to the temple, a back kick to the chest, and an ax kick to his back, knocking him back down. She tagged in Katherine and stepped aside as Katherine let Carl stand. Carl said, “Baby, I…..” But he was interrupted by a sidekick to the chin. She then delivered a few karate chops to his neck and chest, a spinning heel kick to the stomach and monkey flipped him onto his back. The tags kept coming and Carl took a vicious beating. Whether it was from Diana’s hook punches back fists, and kicks, or from Katherine’s barrages of kicks and punches, Carl was being beaten six ways from Sunday. “Girls, please,” Carl pleaded, blood dripping from his nose and mouth, “No more. I beg you, please, no more. I’m sorry about what I’ve done. Could you find it in your hearts to forgive me?” The girls thought about it and said, “No.” Diana gave Carl a sidekick to the stomach. He doubled over and staggered back, only to turn around and see Katherine waiting for him. She gave him a roundhouse to the head, knocking him back over to Diana. The two of them knocked Carl back and forth with attacks as if he were nothing more than a ping pong ball. Finally, Katherine stopped the cycle by sweeping him to the ground. The girls each grabbed a leg and Diana said, “Make a wish.” “Carl pleaded for mercy, but they did it anyway, hurting Carl’s crotch as his legs split. He laid there in the fetal position, tears streaming down his face in pain. “Poor baby,” Diana said, sarcastically, “Should we put him out of his misery, Kat?” Katherine said, “Great idea, Di. Get him up.” Diana forced Carl to his feet and joined Katherine. They ran at him and, at the same time, delivered a flying sidekick to his stomach, knocking him back down. Diana opened the back door, while Katherine picked up Carl. She walked the bloody and bruised boy to the doorway and said, “By the way, baby, we’re through.” She then tossed him out like garbage and closed the door. They walked back to the mat and cleaned it up, as well as their wounds. “Can you believe Carl,” Diana said, holding her nose up in the air, “Using our rivalry against us just to jack off. What a jerk.” Katherine said, “That’s guys for you: they think with their cocks, but not with their brains. I do have to admit, though, you have some sweet moves.” Diana smiled and said, “You’re not so bad yourself, Kat. Not a lot of opponents could actually make me bleed. Listen, I’m sorry about how I’ve been treating you at school. You forgive me?” Katherine said, “Of course, friend.” Diana said, “You know what?” “What,” Katherine asked. “We didn’t get to finish our match,” Diana said, “how about we finish what we started?” Katherine said, “Sure. Let’s bit that last bit of rivalry out of our system. I’ll get the sparring gear.” Diana put on her gear as Katherine explained the rul3es, “Pin fall or submission. No shots to the face or below the waist.” “Got it,” Diana said as Katherine put in her mouth piece. They bowed and got into fighting stance. Diana started with a sidekick, but Katherine blocked it and kicked her in the stomach. Diana fired back with a chop to the stomach, a right hook, and a judo takedown. Katherine got up and gave Diana a spinning heel kick to the stomach, a knee to the gut, and a punch to the side of the head. Diana shook it off and delivered a front kick to Kat’s stomach. Kat returned the favor with a split punch to Di’s stomach, then a back kick to the head, knocking her down. Di got up in time to block a kick from Kat and delivered a back fist to the head. Kat staggered back and retaliated with a barrage of sidekicks to Di’s stomach. Diana gave Kat a heel kick to the side of the head and flipped her onto the ground. Kat got up and delivered a snap kick to the stomach, a chop to the chest, and a hook to the head. Dian shook it off and delivered a flying sidekick to the chest, knocking Kat down. Diana capitalized with a rear naked choke, and Katherine had no choice but to tap out. After Diane broke the hold, they put the sparring gear away. The two of them sat in the middle of the mat, sweat glistening off their bodies. “Good fight,” Katherine said, “You were impressive.” “Thanks,” Diana replied, “You weren’t so bad yourself. How did you learn to fight like that?” Katherine explained, “My dad owns this dojo. He taught me everything I know. I even help him out by assisting the lower rank students. How about you?” Diana responded, “What my sensei didn’t teach me, my dad did. He was a Marine and he loved me so much. He died during the war, but I’m sure he’s proud of me.” “So I guess our rivalry is over,” Katherine asked. Diana nodded and asked, “Friends?” Katherine shook Diana’s hand and replied, “Friends.” So Katherine and Diana ended their conflict with each other and became the best of friends. The two of them would hang out and even spar on occasion, whether it was at the dojo, or at one of their houses. As for Carl, he no longer got turned on by girl fights after the beating he received from the girls. They made sure that no man ever stood between them and their friendship. The End |