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Posted on Jun 01 2009Cat 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’s peak of thievery had been threatened by the presence of Ninja on the scene. Yes, Sasha was a thief, and a very beautiful one that too. She had the fairest skin one could ever see on a human and she had almost flaming red hair. She had raw Russian looks that really set her apart from everyone else. She was quite alert about this threat called Ninja.
She found a pattern in Ninja’s visits and then, one night, she saw her in the act. Ninja was just preparing to break into a house. Sasha pounced over her and clawed her. Ninja was startled, but then she gave back what she got. It was a great sight – two lithe beauties, one green-skinned and one white-skinned, in mortal combat. They didn’t know it then, but a crowd of men gathered to see them in their catfight.
The men began hooting. Sasha saw them. “This is the thief,” she declared, bringing Ninja forward by her hair. “She’s all yours now.”
“We just want to see you catfighting her! Go on; give her your best!” the men cried in unison.
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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