This story will go to explain some of the reasons why she turned out to be a sadistic, relentless and brutal fighter. A woman that takes pleasure in the sheer destruction of another woman. Tell me what you think and if you like my work then I will do some more. It is set eleven years before the events of Canteen Confrontation and Sally has just turned 18.
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Sally felt so excited. Tonight was the night when she finally got to go out legally. She had always sneaked into pubs with her friends but now she didn’t have to, tonight she was going to have a great time without having to look over her shoulder all the time or run the risk of getting carded. She had been working at the supermarket for over a year now and she had managed to save a little bit of money, she had decided that college was a real possibility now and she would study history and maybe go into teaching. She would be the first in her family to go to college.

She looked in the mirror and she liked what she saw there. Her breasts had developed early and were now at a healthy C cup and still growing. She was nearly six foot too and had an athletic build. The guys at school had noticed but she had no time for immature fools, she liked to think she deserved a real man. She had her mother’s green eyes. She missed her mum. Karen had been killed in mysterious circumstances when Sally was aged twelve. They had been so close, more like sisters than mother and daughter. Then one night, after her mother had gone out to work, she had just not come home. Her father, a useless drunk, had to be nagged and threatened into calling the police and reporting her missing after a full day. She had been found in a ditch, battered and bloodied, her bones and face broken beyond recognition. She had been identified through the inscription on her wedding ring. Sally didn’t like to think about what might have really happened to her mum. She believed her dad knew but he never talked about it.

Sally looked at her time and ran down the stairs. She got to the front door just as the doorbell rang. She opened it and squealed in delight. Her best friend, Ginny, stood there with open arms and a big smile, a present in one hand.

`Happy birthday, babes. C’mere and gimme a big hug.’

She jumped into her arms and gave her a hug. She and Ginny had been friends since they were small and had gone through a lot together. They were different people though. Ginny came from a rough family and she was always in trouble, always in some sort of scrape or another. Still, Sally didn’t care, this was her friend.

Sally let her friend go and looked at the present, smiled and acted cute and coy.

`What’s that?’ She asked, pointing and then looking away to feign disinterest.

Ginny laughed and shook the box. `Wait and see. You can open it when we get back tonight’ Ginny laughed again and winked.

`Awwww…no fair.’ Sally acted petulant but then laughed.

`Trust me, it’ll be worth the wait.’ She said and then looked at her watch. `We better go, we need to meet the rest at O’ Malleys, first rounds on me.’

It was a very busy night in O’Malley’s but then again Saturday night in any pub was bound to be lively. The music was loud and people were having to shout to be heard but that is half the fun of being young, deafness and hangovers.

Ginny led Sally through the maze of people and waved at a few others. Ginny shouted and then realised that was a futile exercise and dragged Sally through. On the way through the bodies, Ginny bumped into the back of this woman who then spun around on her. The woman was in her mid twenties and was quite heavily built, standing about five eight and with shaved brown hair at the sides with blond going into a braided ponytail at the back, reaching to her ass. She glared at Ginny, who, aged 19, was about six years or so younger.

`You wanna watch yourself, you fuckin’ slag, ok.’ The woman said.

Ginny looked at Sally and then burst out laughing, Sally smiled but didn’t really know what to do. She didn’t want any trouble, especially not on her birthday. A friend of the woman, a tall-ish black girl, about twenty or so, with a mean scar down the right side of her face, spoke up and it was directed at Sally.

`Hey, you, white girl…what’s your fuckin’ problem? You wanna laff as well, funny girl?’ The black girl stared at Sally, who just looked away. The two women laughed at this and Ginny went scarlet red with embarrassment. Sally wasn’t sure what to do now.

Ginny let go of Sally’s hand and stepped closer to the older woman. A few people looked around to see if anything was going to kick off. The bouncers were still stood outside eyeing up the talent that passed by.

The woman clenched her fists and Ginny did the same and smiled.

Sally decided to speak. `Ginny, come on, this is my night, my birthday, let’s go.’

The two women laughed.

`Awwww, it’s her birthday, well hear this, run along or you won’t be getting no older, hear that.’ The black girl was brash and confident and her mate backed her up.

Ginny looked down at the floor and then, with dizzying speed and total contempt, unleashed a left uppercut right on the chin of the older white woman. Ginny had put all her considerable strength and weight into it, just like her dad had showed her how to. The woman’s head nearly came off and people in the crowd got a real buzz from that, you could practically hear the crack over the music. The older woman stood there for a moment, her legs going like a baby deer’s and the she started to topple forward, her friend not having the wits to pull her back or help. Ginny didn’t want this tramp dirtying her clothes so she cocked back her right fist and slammed into the woman’s face, going right to the mouth and nose at the same time.

`Oooohhh, shit…wow!’ Someone nearby said.

Ginny cocked back her fist ready for another go but she didn’t need to. The woman was out on her back, falling into a nearby couple and spilling their drinks. They thought better of complaining and went and got some more. A fresh round of drinks was far cheaper than fresh hospital bills and dental surgery.

Sally’s mouth was agape and she looked down at the woman, blood still pouring from her mouth and nose. Sally looked beside the woman’s head and she could see two or three teeth, the roots still bloody. She felt a little queasy. Ginny didn’t, she smiled at Sally who then got pissed off and Ginny knew it but didn’t care. The black girl had slipped out while her friend was receiving the knockout punch but Ginny looked around for her anyway. She was in the mood to smash someone else up.

Sally was annoyed that this was how her night had started. Ginny just winked and smiled. After a moment so did Sally, she couldn’t stay mad at her friend for long. This time it was Sally’s turn to lead and she grabbed the sleeve of Ginnie’s coat and pulled her through. Some of those that had seen the scrap patted Ginny on the back and offered congratulations. Ginny liked that, it gave her a real buzz. They reached the table where their friends had been waiting and watching all the fuss. One young guy begrudgingly passing a tenner to his friend, who had bet him that two punches would be all it would take. Ginny informed the winner that he would be buying her and Sally a drink and that was the end of it.

Later That Night……

It had been a fantastic night. After leaving the bar they had gone for a bite to eat, hit a few more bars and then decided to go to a club. Ginny had been so bold as to tell the bouncers on the door that it was her mate’ birthday and that she should get in for free. The bouncers were having none of it, they had heard it all before. So, Ginny told them that she would flash her tits and jump up and down for ten seconds if her friend could get in free and maybe they would throw in a free drinks ticket.

The sight of this tough ass bitch jumping up and down, with a ton of people standing around watching, had to be seen to be believed. She did flash em’ and she did jump up and down. The bouncers only let Sally in for free but handed out ten free drinks tickets for all of the party.

It was around three in the morning and Ginny and Sally were now on their own. Ginny had smuggled a couple of bottles of WKD out of the club and they were now sat drinking them on the bank of the canal that ran through the city. They were drunk but not stupid or unable to work out who they were. It was cold, the November night bit into the bones in a mean and spirited way. Ginny put her right arm around Sally and pulled her close. They talked about the night and especially about what had happened at the start. Sally asked Ginny why she liked to fight. She had not asked her anything like that before.

Ginny wasn’t sure how to answer her but she didn’t want to just say nothing.

`I just always have, it’s what gets me off.’ She looked at Sally.

Sally wasn’t too sure how to respond to this and felt confused. Her emotions were here and there.

`Look, I can see you don’t get it, Sal. I get fucking wet when I am smashing some cunt’s face in, ok?’ She laughed and then took a good swig from her bottle.

`Oh….well, don’t beat around the bush, will ya, just tell it how it is.’ Sally felt herself going bright red.

<`wouldn’t mind beating around in your bush.’> Ginny whispered to herself

`What? What was that?’ Sally stood up, bottle in hand and was about to ask again when a car screeched to a halt. A custom BMW 5 series in black with gold trim came to a stop just above where they were sitting on the bank. Ginny jumped up, she let go of the bottle and it fell to the grass, what little was left in it had now gone.

Whoever was in the car just waited there. Sally and Ginny looked at each other. Sally wondered if it was some pervert waiting to make a move. They wouldn’t have to wait long to find out. The car doors opened on both the passenger side doors and the dark tinted window on the driver’s side glided down smoothly.

Two women got out of the car and Sally closed her eyes. She knew that what had happened earlier would come back to haunt them, she just knew it.

These women were tough looking bitches, though only aged in their early twenties, the shoulders wide and muscled, the tight knots on their trained forearms signified they trained and trained hard and they both had scars to show they had been in fights and scrapes before. They wore black suit pants, Nike trainers and designer black jackets that cut off mid rift to show their abs. One girl had long brown hair tied back into a ponytail, similar to the way the KO’d woman in the pub had hers, the other girl had a short crop with with lines shaved into the side.

`Let me deal with this…stay here.’ Ginny said, the look she gave Sally stating that she meant what she said.

`What? Don’t be stupid, look at em’, they are not fucking idiots in a pub, let’s go. Please.’ Sally pleaded with her friend but Ginny was already on way up the bank to meet the two women. The younger of the two, a London born fighter called Sarya, had beaten two women so bad they went into a coma and didn’t come back out and left one other unable to walk again. The other, Mirana, a Russian smuggled into the UK for fighting in the pits had been forced to leave Russia in a hurry after killing a mafia fighter in the underground fighting pits there. None of this either Ginny or Sally knew.

Ginny walked up and smiled. Mirana stepped forward and smashed her fist into her mouth. Sally stumbled back, totally stunned, she could feel the blood in her mouth and she spat it out on the ground. She looked at the woman that had hit her and saw no emotion, no reaction, nothing.

`What…what did you do that for? I came up here to talk. Who the fuck are you?’ Ginny wanted to know what she was in for, she could handle herself but there was no way she could fight them both. Mirana looked behind her and at the driver of the car. It was dark so he couldn’t really be seen all that well. He was white, about forty-ish and sported a goatee and wore shades similar to the ones Morpheus wore in the Matrix. The man nodded and Mirana stepped forward again and took Ginnie’s head in her strong, powerful hands and she pulled her face down as hard as she could onto her powerful, muscled knee. The crack could be heard in the night air and seemed to echo.

`Noooooooo….Ginny.’ Sally screamed, running towards her friend. Sarya saw the other girl running up the bank and moved to block her.

Ginny peeled off Mirana’s knee and slumped to her side. She wasn’t out yet and she put a hand to stop herself from falling completely. She looked down at her coat front and it was covered in blood. Her eyes were filled with tears and she knew that she needed to get up. She had heard Sally shout. She looked up at the woman that had put her down and she realised that she might not win this one or at least not as easily as she had always been used to. She had never really faced an opponent like this. Ginny, through her busted mouth and nose, managed to smile. Mirana shook her head and stepped forward, took hold of Ginnie’s hair with her solid fist and pulled her up. On the way up to standing, Ginny had found the strength for a comeback and she unleashed her signature uppercut on this bitch. It struck hard and it struck well and the bigger woman was knocked back and fell against the car. She was stunned but didn’t go down and out as Ginny had hoped she would. Ginny wondered if she had enough in the bank for another punch like that or if she even had enough to withstand whatever was coming her way.

The man in the car shouted something in a language that she didn’t understand but the Mirana obviously did as she grew angry and pushed away from the car. She came at Ginny with a red rage and cocked her right fist back. Ginny considered running at this point but she could never do that and there was no way she was leaving her best friend here.

Sally struggled while being held lock tight by the powerful Sarya. She had to watch her friend being taken apart by this other bitch.

Ginny stepped to the side and just avoided the hammer punch that Mirana had built up. Ginny saw that the girl’s back was a prime target and kicked her in the spine as hard as she could, the heel really nailing the discs. Mirana cried out and then screamed in frustration. She turned around.

`I am going to kill you, weak little English girl.’ Mirana loosened herself up and put the pain in her back out of her mind for the moment. She was going to break this bitch’s spine by bending her in half, she wanted to kill this bitch, she had done it before and now it was time to do so again.

Ginny was desperate now, she had hoped that the kick to the back would put this tank on legs out of action but this bitch was jumping around like she had been hit with a feather. She made a decision and ran for the bigger girl. She ran and tried to tackle her around the waist and take her to the ground. Ginny had done some MMA stuff before and could do good ground work. She stopped dead, her shoulder screamed at her and she felt as if she run into the walls of a castle. Mirana wasted no time and brought an elbow down on top of Ginnie’s skull. Ginny pulled away, staggered a few steps back and tried to focus. She didn’t have time. Mirana hit her with a right hook that practically spun her head around like some horror special effect. Ginny cried out, her neck felt like it had snapped and she fell to one knee, it wasn’t over. Mirana built up momentum in two steps and gave an uppercut to Ginnie’s chin that lifted the poor girl from her kneeling position and up two or three feet into the air. If this wasn’t enough, she didn’t land clean but spun and landed on her face. The gravel from the road bit into her face, leaving lots of tiny cuts. Ginny wanted to run now, Sally would never know that, at this point, she would have run, if she were able.

Ginny had never been hit like that before and never thought she would be.

Sally struggled and tried to stamp on the feet of her captor like some child in a tantrum. Sarya had no patience for that and slapped Sally hard in the side of the face, Sally had no fight in her and she was knocked out with the force of the blow. This was probably just for the best as she wouldn’t have to witness what her friend went through from this point on. She threw Sally to the ground.

Mirana grabbed hold of Ginnie’s hair and she pulled up, lifting her onto her feet. Ginny could sense her at her left side and she instinctively threw back her elbow, hoping to make contact with flesh. The elbow was blocked by Mirana’s palm easily. She looped her hand under Ginnie’s elbow and back over her arm, pulling back, Ginny screamed, she felt as though her arm was being ripped out, she struggled but felt like she had the power and strength of a rag doll.

`Please…look, I don’t know what this is about, I don’t want to fight.’ Ginny pleaded, hoping that she would be heard.

Mirana laughed, a cold, cruel sound that echoed in the night air.

`You don’t want to fight, but you will die, little girl.’ Mirana whispered in her ear, still holding the excruciating improvised hammer lock on Ginnie’s arm and shoulder.

Mirana decided it was time to play, she loved toying with girls like this, and she pulled on the hold some more, Ginny screamed and then started to cry, something she had never done, not even as a child and now she knew that she might die. She looked around, still in so much pain, and struggled to see if anyone was around. There was no one. This area of the city was always deserted at this time of day.

Mirana, in a sudden move, pushed down to the ground and through force, move and pain, Ginny had go down as well. Mirana was on top of her, the hold still played to full effect. Ginny screamed again, she thought that she might black out any second with the pain. She got her chance to find out. Mirana smiled and pulled the arm back while pushing the shoulder joint in with one foot. This had the effect of breaking the elbow and dislocating the shoulder. The crack and then the pop was music to Mirana’s ears and she immediately got wet, she smiled again. Ginny couldn’t even scream. She was still in the here and now and she cursed that fact.

Mirana let the arm fall and it flopped loose like a dying fish in it’s last breath. She moved around and made a grab for Ginny’s other arm. Ginny shouted no and pleaded again. After a moment trying to get the arm from under her opponent’ body, she turned her attention elsewhere. Mirana grabbed Ginny’s right ankle and pulled back, she then put her knee on Ginny’s knee and she let her weight drop. POP!!

Now Ginny passed out, she didn’t even get chance to scream before the forgiving blackness took her.

Mirana stood over the broken form of Ginny and she wanted to finish it. The man in the car said something and Mirana swore in Russian. She nodded in the direction of the car and then she picked up Ginny like she was a child and threw over her shoulder. Sarya already had the boot open and her friend and lover walked around to the back and threw Ginny in there and slammed the boot shut. Once they were in the car, they drove off and left an unconscious Sally on the side of the road……

To be continued….