Cat Fighting Story – How Ninja started her Cat Fighting Club
This is the story of Ninja and how her catfight club began in the back alleys of the Bronx. There is nothing known about where Ninja came from, except that she was probably Chinese. What people most vividly remember about her is her green skin. And that she was a thief – a very sly one at that. She was called Ninja because of the light! ning speed with which she carried out her mean tasks.
But the Bronx isn’t a place where you become a thief and are left alone. As Ninja snatched more and more purses, burglarized more houses than she could count and even broke into a few shopping establishments, people became wary of the shadow-footed thief. They didn’t know who it was – they just knew the thief was too fast for them.
The Bronx has a big underbelly. If Ninja was at the height of her popularity, it didn’t mean other criminals were sleeping. They were just lying dormant. Watching. Watching who it was that was quicker than them. And the one who was watching the most was Sasha.
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Sasha had been a thief also. She was of Russian origin and was a very beautiful thief with her reddish hair and her almost pale skin. She looked too ethereal to be a thief, but a thief she certainly was. When she knew about Ninja, she did not like it. She was immediately on her guard.
She began tracking Ninja down, through her criminal activities, and then she found there was a pattern about her. And, one night, when Ninja was in the middle of her act, Sasha literally pounced upon her. It was a brutal fight after that. Ninja gave back exactly what she got. The green and white skins began tearing at each other. Their grunts and screams brought a crowd of men at the place.
Sasha saw the men. “Here’s the thief that’s been terrorizing you.” She held Ninja by her hair and presented her. “Do what you want with her.”
“No, we want to watch you fight. Fight, scratch your eyes out,” the men leered.
At this, both the ladies resumed their fight. They began scratching and clawing at each other, even as the men goaded them on. Then, suddenly, one man said, “You are both criminals. We can hand you to the police right now. But we won’t. Just promise us you will give us these catfights here every night.” All men began cheering the man who said this.
They had to comply. In time Ninja took over. She catfought Sasha every night first and then some other women came when they realized the men had begun tipping handsomely. Thus began one of the seediest catfighting clubs in the Bronx.
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