Pen name: Naz

Title: My last fight

Hello. I just found out about your website and I thi nk it's great. I quit cat fighting a year ago and I thought it might be nice to tell the story about my last fight. Now I'm not a writer or nothin like that so I'm just gonna tell it like it happened.

I do wanna say that this is a true story. I won't give you my real name because I'd be easy to trace. I was kind of a popular catfighter here in Houston for some time and people still know me. So let's just call me Naz.

I fought for a popular website in Texas . There were 12-15 of us at any given time and we fought for $25 a match. Most of us did it for sport and to stay in shape. I admit that the money was why I was in it. But the funny thing, I was considered the best fighter. I fought 9 matches and was undefeated. I'm a Persian/American woman about 5-6 140 pounds (or at least I was when I was fighting J ) I had no wrestling experience in high school but I was always wrestling with my brothers. I loved to work out and stay fit and kickin ass was good incentive. This is the story about my 10 th and last fight.

I won't even tell you how I joined the website. I tell you that I never liked working for it because they treated us like shit. An older man ran the site and a woman did the camera work. They made way more money off our videos then the 25 bucks a piece we got.

These women were experienced wrestlers and they were surprised how well I did. I beat their best fighter on my 5 th match and she later told me that I was unbeatable for women our weight. I thi nk it's all those years wrestling my brothers that gave me an advantage. I have very strong thighs and I usually win by squeezing the air out of those girls. I don't know the names of these holds but I'm just naturally fast and strong and so I know how to get them to quit.

After winning my 6 th or 7 th match a new girl joined the site. She was a real black bitch. She was the first black girl to join and I didn't like her attitude. A real ghetto bitch who was used to fighting and needed money. She fought her first fight that night and kicked Cheryl's ass. Cheryl wasn't very good anyway but we had become good friends.

This black bitch (who I'll call Cara) was real tough. She had strong thighs like me but thicker. She looked strong and somewhat athletic even though she bragged about never working out. She was so arrogant. She had a big ass and wore her opponents out with it. She had such a bad attitude and I thi nk that intimidated some of the girls. She won her first 3 fights pretty easily even though her skills were O.K. I thi nk she got into their heads and then it was over. I hated the way she humiliated those girls though. Her big mouth cousin came to every match yelling to Cara “you better not let that white ho kick your ass”. I thi nk Cara got a rise out of humiliating her opponents. She'd wear them out with her fat ass and just would lie on top of them. She made Cheryl kiss her tits.

After her 4 th match, which she easily won against Fran, she came up to me talkin shit. She knew I was considered the best and that was the first time she challenged me. What probably gave her confidence was that she watched me fight Fran two weeks ago and it took me longer to win. We do three submissions is a win, and Fran just wouldn't give up until late when I fought her. Cara finished her off surprisingly quick and then bragged that I was next.

I spoke to Fran after the fight about her loss, hoping that she'd tell me she was sick or some shit like that. Instead, she told me how she couldn't handle Cara's thick thighs. Cara likes to sit her fat ass on her opponents tits and hurt them. Fran had welts all over her body and really looked humiliated after the fight. She told me that although I'd do better than her against Cara, that I shouldn't fight her. That really stuck in my head.

After easily winning my ninth fight I decided to call it quits. When Cara heard about me quitting undefeated, she went telling everyone that I was quitting cause I was scared of her and that I knew she'd win. She called me out and was dissin me real hard but I ignored her. Jim (the guy who ran the site) offered me $50 to fight her and Cara offered her cut to me for the fight. I couldn't turn down all that money so I agreed to make Cara my tenth and last fight.

We fought on a Sunday night with only Jim, the lady working the camera, myself, Cara, and her big mouth cousin present. They had extra padding on the floor because this was a 5-fall fight—the winner had to win five falls or until one of us submitted. After Jim went over the rules, we were standing there staring each other down in our tight bikinis. For some reason Jim was taking longer than usual to start the match and that probably worked in Cara's favor. While standing face to face with her I felt a bit inadequate. She was so confident and looked really strong. Her breasts were better than mine. Looking at her fat ass really was intimidating. I was glad none of the other girls were there because I was going to quit after this fight and if I lost, no one else was around to see it. Cara didn't say much until Jim told us to get ready and then she said, I'm gonna beat your ass.

I'm not going to give you all the details of this fight. I will tell you that Fran was right, Cara was too much for me. The thing that surprised me the most was how powerful her tits were. She kept pounding her tits against mine and they really hurt. I thi nk she was doing this to humiliate me. We were the same size but hers were so powerful and I would scream with each pounding. She used her strong thighs to squeeze all the air out of me, and her fat ass quickly wore me out. She would look into my eyes with this piercing scowl and I could tell that she really wanted to dominate me. She whipped my ass that night and worse than she did Cheryl. At one point she was toying with me. She was lying on top of me with her powerful breasts crushing mine and just looking at me while breathing on my face. I didn't even try to get her off because I was spent. Whatever she wanted to do I let her do. Her cousin yelled, make her suck on your tits. While pressing me down she grabbed her left titie and simply put it to my mouth without even telling me what to do. I guess she knew I'd suck on it. That was so humiliating. She could have at least told me what to do but she just practically put the shit in my mouth and I like an obedient servant just began to suck on it. It was the most humiliating experience of my life. She threw me around and laid on me until I had enough and quit the match. She had her fat ass crushing my tits and wouldn't get up I begged and pleaded. She got up and left with her cousin and I lied on the mat for five minutes thi nk ing about how that was the most humiliating experience of my life. By breasts were so sore from that pounding they took from her powerful rack. I got up, put on my clothes, collected my money and said peace, I'm done.

Fran called me two nights after the fight asking me if it were true that I sucked her tit. We talked about how tough Cara was and how powerful her breasts were and how we both were overmatched against her. I ran into Cheryl about two months later and she told me she heard about the fight. She was being nice and said she heard I did O.K. but I already knew the word was out that Cara dominated me. Cheryl also told me that Cara quit wrestling for the site, and that I should come back but I had enough.

I still haven't been able to get that memory out of my mine of that ass-kicking Cara gave me. I never forgot that look she kept giving me while lying on top of me. I never forgot how helpless I felt when her powerful body pressed against mine. I never forgot how her fat ass felt on my back and I definitely will never forget how powerful her breasts were. I thi nk the fight was over before it started because while standing next to her for all that time sizing her body up, watching her confident glares at me, I was too intimidated to be competitive.