Two Cats, One Queen
WHO: Callie Morgan, Darlene Wolff & NPC’s WHERE: Caprica Aviation School Hanger WHEN: Night 12 May Y1997 (Backstory)
Thump, another body falls down on the canvas as the fans cheer for the victor of the ring. A brown haired woman leaned against the ropes, head covered with protective gear and hands suitably gloved as she caught her breath from the last match. Second on the trot, there was no stopping the Queen of the ring and while she wasn’t a savage that lived for bloody sports, she had to admit to enjoying the attention. She panted for some air as the cheers sung round “Callie, Callie, CALLIE!”
She loved to box, loved to release that built up tension and it was only sheer coincidence that her term as flight instructor on Caprica gave her the opportunity to unleash her hidden animal. Callie held onto the ropes as she caught her breath while the ‘host’ of the event went about pulling another name out of the pot, another challenger to step into the ring with her. Two had come and gone, she was nothing if not ruthlessly efficient as a combatant, kind of propelled her up the ranks and to the position and respect she had today.
The pot, or hat was turned upside down, no more challengers. It was a disappointment that a room full of adrenaline junkies weren’t prepared to dance in the squared arena with her. A chorus of boos sounded around the place and the tough old jock tossed the hat aside. “Okay folks, I guess if there are no more challengers....”
“I’ll take that challenge.” A voice seemed to echo from the back as everybody turned around to see who had interrupted and more importantly taken up the challenge. It was female, voice gave that a way but everyone was stunned as they saw it was a pretty little blonde.
“Honey, that isn’t a tame cat in there. You sure about facing her?” Some young stallion, too chicken himself to get into the ring and compete offered his advice, tame as it was.
“I’ve got my own meow but thanks chick.” She tossed her tunic over his face and approached the ring, flexing her muscles and eyeing up the competition. The blonde had been watching from the back and had become intrigued by this dark haired Callie Morgan, Captain going by the loosely used term ‘Capt’.
“Okay, we have a challenger! Cal, you got any objection to this?” The host along with everyone else looked up at the ring to the only one standing in it.
Callie moved across and leaned over the ropes, “None at all. What’s your name sweet thing? I want to know who I’m beating the frak up.” She chuckled.
“Darla, you can call me Darla.” Darlene wasn’t about to use her given name, that was so weak and sissy sounding. She offered out her hands as the boys started with the tape across the knuckles and then the gloves themselves. Callie knocked her gloves together and stepped back to let Darla inside. Pretty little thing wanted to dance and Callgirl wasn’t about to turn down a fight. She was fired up and raring to go, just waiting for the blonde to get her ass in the ring.
Darla climbed inside the ring once her gloves and protective head gear were on and took an opportunity to size up the dark haired warrior in front of her. “Such a shame.” She tutted. “What is?” Callie asked with an eyebrow raised.
Darlene moved around Callie as if sizing her up, “That I have to kick your sweet ass in front of all these people.”
Callie scoffed; she wasn’t going to get her ass kicked judging by the two hulks she had already taken out today. “My sweet ass isn’t the one that is going to get kicked tonight. You sure you want to embarrass yourself? I mean being on the ground in such an inappropriate position for a woman, that is gonna hurt.”
“We gonna flirt or fight champ?” Dar winked. She was all for that little flirting, made it more potent.
Dark haired Callie smirked and fired a right at the blonde, hitting her dead on the side of her face, sending the blonde stumbling back against the ropes to regroup. Callie chuckled, “How’s that for a little kiss?” The crowd, mostly horny guys wanting to see a catfight looked on with a smile on their face and a cheer in their voice.
Darla nodded and propped herself back onto her feet, “I’ve had better.” She touched her gloves together as they both started to circle each other, looking for that drop of an elbow, drop of a glove and then they traded probing jabs.
Callie blocked, Darla attacked with fury after that opening cheap shot, feeling that she owed the dark haired girl an equaliser but it never came. Instead, her attacks were leaving holes in her defence and eventually, after dancing around for a good few minutes, Callie took the opportunity and fired in a left to level her opponent.
Blonde Darla fell to the floor and puffed a gasp of air, that really hurt. The head gear took the brunt but it was a punch with a lot of velocity and venom behind it. She gasped and tried to use her arms to get up but she was done. Guess she wouldn’t be beating the Queen of the ring today. The chants started for Callie again as she started to remove her head gear and gloves. She had enough of boxing for one day, two guys, one chick; she wasn’t going to get anymore challengers anyway.
“Okay folks, clear out, nothing more to see today.” Everybody started to tangent off leaving Callie standing in the ring with Darlene, her most recent victim.
Callgirl held her ring gear in one hand and offered her hand to the grounded opponent, “Nice try.” Darla, on her back looked up and sighed, “Guess you were right.”
“About?” Callie queried.
“You said I would end up in an inappropriate position for a woman.” Darla replied.
Cal smirked, “I did but you don’t look that bad.” She offered with a friendly smile.
“Yeah right, nice try.” Dar took the offered hand and helped herself up back to a dignified position. Callie observed her for a long moment, holding her hand in hers even after pulling her up. “I....better luck next time right?”
Darla nodded, “Yeah I hope so.” She didn’t pull her hand out, she held on.
“I should go, clean up.” Callie released her grip and turned to leave.
The blonde watched her turn and leave and shouted after her, “I’ll want that rematch soon.”
Callie jumped down from the ring onto the hard floor and started walking away, “You’ll get it.”