We are finally out for the day and decide that it's time to head to the gym to get some practice in before a fight tonight. I insisted I didnt need it but Tony demanded I go because I might make some friends in this club.
We got there pretty quickly and honestly the place looked too run down to have much inside that will be useful but it will have to do. I head around back and find the entrance meant for fighters and this big man is standing in front of it.
"Excuse me sir, I'd like to get passed you if you dont mind" I saw smiling to the man. He doesnt even look at me before he says no and crosses his arms. Tony starts to chuckle but covers it by clearing his throat.
"How do you expect a fighter to train if you dont let her in Mike" Tony says to the man who I guess now has a name.
" There arent any female fighters in this area Tony, you know that, so why dont you take your little girlfriend elsewhere"
" Okay well Mike, you listen here, you may have been right about that at one point but not anymore. So why dont I introduce myself? Names Katia Slavec, I'd say it's been a pleasure, but it hasnt" I say while reaching my hand out to shake his hand. When he reaches out to shake mine I quickly bring my other hand up and jab it into a pressure point in his arm and swing my leg out and behind his leg to pull it out from under him.
"Better known as the Russian Storm" I blow him a kiss and push past the door with Tony following close behind.Okay it's been over a year since I've uploaded to this story and that's because quite frankly I lost interest in it so I'm sorry to anyone that may have been waiting for this but I have a different story that is written up on paper that I'm going to try to start putting on here. The only thing I'm not looking forward to is typing that out on my phone because I dont have a laptop. Thank you for reading this story once again it means a lot!
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The Russian Storm
ActionI fight and win, nothing more nothing less. No one sees my face, my hood does not come off. Stepping into the ring with my gloves on and hood covering my identify, I look at my opponent. He smirks as he looks down at my smaller frame, more than l...