The Catfight

Christina takes a moment to let the consequences sink in.

“Okay.” She agrees. “But no wussing out.”

Evelyn quickly recovers as they grapple each other’s shoulders, twirling around as they attempt to overpower their opponent. She slams the Latina against the grill of an SUV, eliciting a grunt. Christina spins around and grabs Evelyn by the waist. The next several seconds are quiet as Dani and Becky look on, wondering what could possibly be going on in Christina’s mind.

“My, my.” Evelyn licks her lips. “I’m already starting to enjoy this.”

“Not as much as I’m going to enjoy finishing you.”

The Latina headbutts Evelyn and slams her to the ground in an improvised version of a hospital pass. The cheerleader wheezes, taken aback by the **** of impact. Christina straddles her, yanking her by the hair.

“What just happened?” Evie is incredulous.

“I just checked you.” Christina’s voice is clinical. “If I were you, I’d tap out while I’m ahead.”

Dani and Becky watch helplessly, exchanging glances. To intervene or not to intervene? That is the question. The indecision is worthy of Hamlet.

Evelyn gasps as she pulls herself up, feeling sore yet not quite willing to throw in the towel. She throws several punches at Christina, missing by mere inches. The soccer player counters with her own moves, hitting Evelyn about the head. The Asian shakes off the blows.

“You’re a worthy opponent, chica. Just not worthy enough to beat me.”

She backs up and starts to charge Christina, throwing all her remaining strength at tackling her opponent. Christina waits patiently, resembling not so much as a sitting—er, standing duck.

“You’re loco!” Dani shouts.

To their surprise, Dani and Becky watch as Christina tackles Evelyn, slamming her against the hard concrete. The opponent crumples in a heap, barely conscious.
Christina sizes up the remaining competition.

“You can quit you know.” She shouts at Dani and Becky. “Both of you. No shame in that.”

They glance at their defeated leader. Christina has a point. They could back out, and honor the agreement. Evelyn would be pissed, but she’d lick her wounds—with a little help from her friends.

Dani smirks at the thought.

“Something on your mind, chica?” Christina glares at her.

“No.”

“What should we do?” Becky glances at her lover.

“You heard Evie.” Dani is frank. “We’re all supposed to go up against this…crazy chick.”

“That’s nuts!” Becky is aghast. “She’ll cream us all!”

“We don’t have a choice.”

Christina motions Dani forward.

“You’re next.”

Dani props her fists in front of her face in a gesture of defiance. Not that she’s an expert at this sort of thing. But she’s seen enough boxing matches on television to have a rough idea of how to fight. Now it’s her turn to test those tricks to the limit.

“You look scared, girl.” Christina taunts her. “Sure you haven’t peed in your pants yet?”

“Peeing is for little girls.” Dani bares her teeth. “I’m 100% woman.”

“Sure you are.”

Becky looks on, afraid for her lover’s life.