'Hellcat' Andrea Griffith

Andrea Griffith. What can I say about her that hasn't been said about the Amazon Rainforest? She can kill you in an instant and is always wet.

Don't be upset with me about that one, that's how she introduced herself to me. If that line sounded bad to you, imagine hearing it live when you're just a tenderfoot wrestler touring around college towns, picking fights with any athlete that would take you on. My tour would lead me to a shitty little bar in Ohio where I met the Hellcat.

The first time I saw Andrea was in the middle of a large scale brawl that had broken out between opposing football fans. Seemed everyone was either in the melee or scrambling to leave. I'm never one to run from a good fight so I saw to facing down anyone that seemed worth my time, and I spot amidst the sea of madness a lone woman, enjoying her time, playing Duck Hunt in the corner undisturbed. This strange sight lasted for roughly 45 seconds until a wayward brawler stumbled into her. As soon as he made contact she whirled around and grabbed the man by the wrist, and flung him bodily into a wall. He crumpled to the ground and she went back to her game as if nothing had happened.

The rest is history. She was my "dance partner" for a few weeks before the road took me away from that college town. Figures I'd find her here. She was the only one more turned on than me by a good fight. But it had to be a GOOD fight. That bitch she ragdolled wouldn't so much as give her a tingle but a few rounds on the mat with me and it would be quite a show.

Entering the warehouse, it felt more crowded than usual, and the rush to feel my body was immediate. Word had spread of a fighter with an iron body, and the fans had to feel it. Their touch was much rougher but not painful. They were **** to outline very muscle and tense the pads of their fingers against every line. I waded through them, their god, until I arrived in the cage.

Not longer after I enter the cage, eyes shoot back to the entrance. The announcer stands on her considerably high heels and calls out. “Ladies and Gentleman! Now entering the arena, standing at 6 feet tall and weighing in at 205 lbs., from Dayton, Ohio, she is the scourge of the mat. The lioness of the underground world! Could this be the challenger to take down the Strongest Man? Introducing: ANDREAAAAAAAAA GRIIIIFFFIIIITH!”

The doors swung open and I see my dear Andrea, my sweet kitten, with her smile wide as the day is long. The light bounces off the sheen of sweat on her ebony skin, and her muscles are already firing. She is wearing the bottom half of her gi and a sports bra to keep her ample breasts in place. Over her shoulder she has slung her jacket. Looks like she's heard about what the people do before the match.

The crowd is stunned, until nervous women approach to feel her arms and powerful abdomen. Then the men approached to touch her back as well as her firm and muscular ass. And she began to wade through the crowd just as I did, being worshipped for her might.

After she entered the cage, I hear the door lock click into place, but neither of us rushes forward. We meet in the center of the arena, and at the same moment reach for the handshake.

“Winner buys the first round?” I say with a smirk. She matches my expression and shoots back,

“Loser gets fucked till they can’t move.”

Time to see who gets to stand at the top. The Strongest Man, or the Hellcat.