Commissioned Stories: Cathy Kelley (Patreon)

Cathy Kelly had a secret. One she liked to hide from just about everyone. It wasn’t too bad a secret, but it was one she wished to keep. Cathy was a bit stronger than most people would assume of her. Much, MUCH stronger. Cathy didn’t like showing off this fact, because it tended to scare people. Cathy wasn’t strong by woman standards, or even human standards. Cathy was probably more powerful than a hundred gods at once. Cathy didn’t like showing off this power, but she did get bored not doing so. No gyms, no big monsters, no cocky assholes in her life, it was just boring. Cathy wanted to PUNCH something. It was because she was so used to just being so strong. If one didn’t use this power, it got boring fast. Cathy was doomed to never be able to really show off her power. Ironic for a journalist who worked for WWE and had to do a lot of coverage on the strength of various pro wrestlers in the ring. To hide the fact she was stronger than the entire WWE organization combined.Because everytime she did so, she tended to just break everything. Try to mountain climb? Tear apart the mountain as she did so. Go on a run across the ocean? Cause massive tidal waves that could easily sink small islands if she didn’t stop them. Try to see how far she can go in the air with a jump? Almost punched through the moon when she hit it. Thankfully, it wasn’t Earth’s moon. Even bathing in an active volcano was rather dangerous. If she tried to do some breast stroke work on it, she could cause the volcano to act up and go insane. Cathay was beyond bored, and it was because nothing in the world could handle her. It was something of a miserable life. 

Thankfully for her, she was asked to do an interview on a day just like any other day. As a WWE journalist, Cathy was used to being called in for extreme sports and the like. Events of those caliber were no different to her than being told to report about a cat in a tree. Though from what the report suggested of this sport, it put the extreme in EXTREME. Apparently, it was meant to be one of the most intense and powerful new kind of games. Games that, if not done by professionals, could get people killed. Cathy was no fan of blood sports, but the way this was pitched to her by her bosses intrigued her. How tough was this event? All the information she got was from second and third hand, so getting any knowledge of this beyond that would take up some serious digging. 

Lucky for her bosses, Cathy was a great reporter. Getting to find the location was easy enough, thanks to some cash and the right ears and eyes. It was underground, in a literal sense, and it only happened once a week in a four hour period at a unique location. These guys were good enough to set this all up and tear it down in minutes, and the only people who came to watch were those who were rich enough to pay. That, or a reporter who could get into the abandoned subway station that this was set up in. Cathy hid in the shadows, with a camera in hand and a note pad to write down what she saw. Cathy was in the shadows, doing her best to watch what was going on. To figure out exactly if what she was seeing was true. Cathy was more than amazed by the sight in front of her.It was a large group of men, and while they were quite a few in number, these men were large! Impossibly so at that, even by the use of drugs. Extremely tall men with larger than life muscles, Cathy had no idea how these men could even survive. No less move as fast as they were. Whatever was going on, one thing was made clear. They weren’t normal, and they weren’t afraid to show off how unnormal they were. If Cathy was going to figure out how these men were like this, watching in the shadows would do her no good. Cathy was going to have to get up close and personal with all of these guys.Cathy dropped down to the ground in a way that, if she was human, she would have broken her legs. Cathy didn’t even break her heels when she hit the ground. Cathy cleaned herself up and strut towards the show, looking around her. It seemed their were a LOT of people here who wanted to watch what was going on, and they all seemed rather rich and happy to be there. Almost none of them noticed Cathy as she was moving in closer. Almost being the key word. Cathy could see a lot of guys were getting a look at her, and they were more than happy to see her. Cathy was a popular lady just on her looks, and a few of them did recognize her as a reporter and an actress. They were wondering why she was here.They were also wondering if security was going to be harsh with her when they notice. Notice security did, as Cathy didn’t even bother to hide herself and a few of the men got close to her. But, just before any of them even got their hands on her, Cathy smoothly escaped their grasps with just a minor effort of movement. As if she was a shadow, unable to even be touched by the men. Cathy almost practically sauntered as she got closer and closer, until finally she was at the ring. It was a large one, far bigger than the usual WWE ring, and it was taller than her. It had to be this big, given how gigantic so many of the guys looked. Cathy grabbed the ropes of the ring, and with a pull, flung herself up in the air. Everyone could now see her, and everyone almost seemed to stop breathing, as Cathy slammed on to the ring. When she did, the entire ring shook, almost messing up the whole room as she did.Like the slam of a Yokozuna sumo wrestler. But even grander and greater. Cathy had her arms folded, ready for just about anything. Every man there in the room, when they saw her, had the first immediate thought. Damn did she look amazing. The next thought, was one or the other. Many of the men who were not wrestles feared that she was about to be squashed for her rather obvious display of defiance against the men there. The wrestlers and promoters, well when they saw her, they had an immediate thought. New ring girl. Last one almost got blown away by the actions of two wrestlers going at it.The two wrestlers in the ring already were wondering how long she’d last in the ring, and more importantly, how long outside of the ring. Cathy got a look at the men and already knew, this was already going to be a rather troublesome encounter. One look at these men, and she could instantly tell what their personalities were. Cocky perverts who tended to think they can do whatever they want with women because they were bigger than a woman. Cathy already did NOT like these men, as she was surrounded by two of them. The way these men looked, Cathy was certain this was not humanely possible, that something had changed with the men. Unless nine foot men were something that could happen.Each man was layered with enough muscles to technically count as an armory given the number and size of the ‘guns’ they were packing. The two men were buzz cut, and were wearing wrestling leotards that left no imagination how they felt about Cathy, as the bulges poked out at her. Cathy rolled her eyes, as a speaker broke out that echoed all across the room.“LOOKS LIKE WE HAVE A GUEST HERE FOLKS! TELL ME EVERYONE, DO YOU WANT A NEW RING GIRL AND THAT GAL TO BE THIS LOVELY LADY?!”

The crowd, especially the men watching, cheered on what was going on. Cathy was a bit annoyed, certain of what was going on. They were going to demand she wear something pretty, and just flash her eyelashes and her tits for the crowd. Well, Cathy knew what she was going to do to these men if they wanted some tits and ass. Give them it, and make them pay for it. Cathy grabbed her shirt and jeans, and with an instant tear, ripped off both of them quickly. Cathy was left wearing black lingerie that showed off her impressively toned and sexual body. The two men in the ring felt a bit of a shake, and they were staring at her. They knew she was good looking. But neither of them knew she was THAT good looking.

Cathy let them have a good look at her. Not posing for them, but making sure they knew what she looked like. They were awestruck by her body, and let everyone get a good look at her body. They were impressed. She was going to impress them even FURTHER with what she did next. One of the two wrestlers, smaller than the other but still a beast when compared to Cathy, got his hand out to touch her. He had never been with a woman like Kelley. If he was going to get with any gal, it would be a woman as good looking as her. Cathy saw the hand that was bigger than her head come for her, and reacted faster than lightning. Grabbing the wrist as hard as she did, Cathy didn’t say a single word. Actions would more than prove her might when she applied a bit of grip to his wrist. Not enough to be a death grip, but more than enough to make him scream.Scream he did, like he had shoved his hand into a meat grinder. The pain was unlike anything he felt before. If he thought that was pain, he had no idea what was prepared for him next. Cathy slammed her foot at the ankle of the wrestler. Again, as soft as she can be. Nothing too serious, of course, just enough to hear another scream and for everyone in the audience to not believe what was going on. They were watching one of the pro wrestlers of this new league, a man of uncongibale strength that no man can ever hope to reach, screaming in agony because of a woman. A woman who was about to do the impossible! Even more than what she had done before. Hurting him was going to look nothing like what she was about to do next!

Cathy was miniscule in comparison to the man, and yet, with just one hand, she hoisted him up in the air. As if this giant weighed nothing, her arm just lifted and so did he, with the grace of a swan dancing on the lake. It was with far less grace, that she let him drop like an anvil against the ground, smashing him head first into the mat. Again… as gentle as she could in this circumstance. When he hit the mat, the whole underground shook, and some people left their chairs involuntarily. One chair even bumped up as it did. The man was alive, but he wasn’t going to be walking out of this for a long while. The other man who had saw this had no idea what was going on. He swore what she did was some judo technique, but for the life of him he had no idea how she could have done so.He wasn’t wrong that it was a judo technique, but it was one that couldn’t be used the way she did. No, that technique was reserved for if you were STRONGER than your opponent. Not a little bit stronger either, and Cathy was more than ready to show how much stronger she was than the next opponent. The huge guy had no idea what to do, but as he saw Cathy walk towards him, a bright smile and the subtle way her body jiggled as she moved, it should have been like heaven for him. But he was no fool, he knew what would happen if she got too close to him. He seen the consequences to that. No, he was going to make sure he was safe from an attack from her.With enough speed and force to take the heads of most men twice the size of who he wanted to strike, the wrestler attempted to slap her. It was a quick attack, not much force (For him, but for any other living being this was a death blow) but good for quick speed. It was one of his rather more famous moves in his arsenal, a quick slap barrage to stun his foe before he really went to town on them. It was called the mach slap, thanks to its speed and intent to do quick hard damage. Cathy didn’t even blink when she saw it coming, just raising her own hand to ‘clap’ his own hand. Comparing just the sizes of each other hand, it was like a baby trying to put their hand up against that of an adults. Cathy’s hand was miniscule, not even reaching the wrestlers knuckles when she slapped his hand with her own. That was the only miniscule part about it, though.What actually happened, was a bone snapped and a giant wrestler let out a shriek of pain and horror. It was all of his fingers, having broken from the force. It was a wonder why his wrist hadn’t just snapped off. It was actually also a question how his hand was not torn off. The wrestler was hit with a small amount of force, and Cathy wouldn’t let him just think he was going to get off scot free after that. No, she wanted some fun, and she was going to have it. With a death grip on his speedo, Cathy clenched her jaw and shoved her feet down on the ring, spinning around the wrestler as quickly as she could while holding on tightly. Not too tightly, she’d just tear the speedo off and the fun would be over. In a few seconds of her spinning herself around, she was starting to become a human tornado. Anything as light as a paperclip started to fly up in the air, attracted by the gale she was creating.That was more than enough speed, alongside the rather girly crying for help from her ‘partner’ to have the fun she wanted. With a gentle toss, she sent the man flying out of the ring, and crashing through the lightest wall she knew was there. In a matter of moments, Cathy had taken down not one but TWO gigantic wrestlers who could have crushed most guys in the WWE between their fingers. Cathy jumped on the turnstyle, and mimicking a wrestler, had both her fists raised in the air as she let out a powerful guttural roar. It shook the audience, and the ring itself. Everyone watching was glued to what was going on, and no one, even the announcer, knew what to say. It wasn’t just a show of force, this was a show of dominance! It was letting everyone there know that she wasn’t here to fight.She was here to win. It was a declaration of war, and the rest of the wrestlers watching were more than happy to let this happen. One of the wrestlers strutted towards the ring, and he was different from the two who Cathy had taken down. As he got closer to the ring, his booming foot steps shook the ring that Cathy was on. When Cathy looked back, she could see who was coming close. She had to interview guys like Dwayne Johnson, Big Show, or Cena. This guy made them look like Mr. Bean. The man was a mountain of muscle, and in some ways, he was maybe bigger than that. Cathy had to springboard off the ropes to get to the ring. This guy just had to step in. 

He must have been 12 feet tall, which told Cathy two things. He was definitely not human, and he was going to be far more troublesome than the two men in the ring. That was made clear when he grabbed the leg of the unconscious wrestler that Cathy took down, and flung the man away like yesterdays garbage. He was NOT as gentle as Cathy with his throw, and with a crack of knuckles, the man looked mean and ready. He looked more like Dave Bautista’s bigger meaner, and more cracked out brother. Tattoos from his face to his ankles, he was a menagerie of trouble, and the audience was at fever pitch. The two men from before, one was a new guy, and the other was an up and comer. Here though, was a legend. The Barbarian Master. 12’5, over 700 pounds of muscle, and infamous for his matches. He didn’t just bring the blood, he craved it.More madman than wrestler, the man got into a primal stance, ready to tear Cathy apart, and he licked his lips. The rest of the wrestlers knew that Barbarian Master was not one to play around, he was a man who went for the kill. Cathy was a mite to him, and he was the type to tear the legs off those much smaller and weaker than him. Cathy mimicked his stance, feet wide apart and arms at her side, growling. The two faced off, eyes clashing, and both said something to the other without having to utter a single word. Bring it, bitch. It was going to be a quick bloodbath, everyone knew that. No matter how good she was earlier, those two guys had nothing on Barbarian Master. He was a true monster, unlike any other man.Cathy was just wondering if the guy would be any fun. He was big, but like so many big guys before, they tended to fall the hardest. She charged right at him, and he did the same, letting out his own roar right at her. It was a war cry, meant to unerve his foe. It tended to work on any man he hit it with. Cathy wasn’t even bothered hearing it, she heard louder when she would workout in the middle of a thunderstorm. It was her way to see if she was faster than lightning. As Cathy leaped in the air, striking the oversized jaw of the wrestler, she smiled to herself. Yep, she was faster than lightning, and this poor fool was about to find out how fast and strong she was. He was already feeling both with the knee strike.It was as if she was a human blur, no one saw her coming. Especially Barbarian Master, who one second ago, saw a charging Cathy, and than the next, she was striking him. It was impossible, given their distance, she got so close to him that quickly. He was about to find that impossible was her middle name, as he felt his jaw rupture from the knee strike. For a man who had been hit with a lot of punches, kicks, and elbows, you’d think he’d handle pain rather well. But he had never been hit half as hard as he had been hit now, and so, his fight or flight hit him hard. He was not a man who went into flight, so his brain told him to just scream and swing.

Swing, he did, scream, he tried. It was rather hard to scream when one’s jaw had been broken in a powerful blow by Cathy. He was more than certain that he could get his revenge against her, but Cathy didn’t even notice his attempt to fight back against her. His arms throwing down to an attempt to hit her just seemed too slow for her to even notice they were going on. Cathy was moving too fast for such an attack to be noticed to her. No, she was more focused on wrapping her thigh around the neck of the man, and tightening her hold around said neck. It was now a competition, if he could remove her one leg around his neck. A leg that was like a python around his neck, squeezing as hard as it could without actually breaking his neck.Barbarian Master had a thick neck, one that had even protected him from attacks by faster foes. One man even broke his fingers striking his neck too hard. To Cathy, she had to use a lot of her strength just to prevent snapping it like a twig. Barbarian Master wanted to get rid of the leg around his neck, pulling at it as hard as he could. It was with all his might, might that would have torn most men in half like they were made of paper, that he had failed to even budge the leg of Cathy. Cathy just yawned, rather bored by his hold against her leg, and didn’t feel his attempts to buck her off with his shoulders, hips, back, and legs. He was a mighty bronco, but to her, it was like sitting on a nice lawn chair. Barbarian Master was putting in everything he had and more to fight to survive. Cathy was using no power and energy.It was her victory, as after a minute of struggling, maybe the greatest amount of struggle any man had ever brought in the ring before, dropped down to the ground. He was out, and he was not going to wake up for a long while. Cathy got up, patting the man on the back of the head, and let go of him. Cathy strutted in the ring, flaunting her body the whole time for every man to see. Cathy was flaunting what was going on with every man to see. Cathy was a woman, a very good looking one. But not a large woman, a slender fit gal. She was a victor three times over, having taken down at least 3 rather large and muscular men with great ease. Not only that, one of them was a legend in the ring. Every man watching, even those who were not wrestlers, felt something in their gut. It was a mix of emotions, that was bubbling up inside of them. 

These were primal emotions that dictated to men how they should act around a woman. Pride was wounded, and so the emotion of rage was intensifying in them. They felt their blood boil and their faces twist from fury. The next emotion, was a hint of fear. As much as they were angry about what was going on, they were also afraid of how this woman more than crushed that such powerful men could be taken down so easily. Another, of course, was wonder. How could a woman, especially one so small and good looking, take down these men as easily as she had before. Could she do it again, was the question on all of their minds? Cathy could see the faces of the men watching, and that made her smile ear to ear. If these men thought this was impressive, than was she going to wow them with the next one. Cathy put her foot on the head of the man she had beaten, and pressed down. Ever so gently.She nearly shoved his foot through the floor, as she leaned her head at the crowd of men she wanted to challenge. The wrestlers. With her hand up, she curled her finger at them and grinned, challenging the men to charge at her. All of the men looked at each other, they weren’t even certain what to do. They had expected to really make her pay for what she had done to all of them. But watching what had happened to Barbarian Master… scared them. They had no idea how this was even possible! If one of the best wrestlers among them had been taken down so easily by her, what could they have done to her? Well, while a few of them were worried, one such man was not worried at all at what was going on.He was impressed as hell. Watching this woman take on one of the best men around and really show him his place with her as the stronger? He had to admit, yeah that was something he didn’t believe any woman could do. Which mean he had to really her down a peg with his own power. Unlike many of the other wrestlers, he was not a man of pure raw power. Though he was probably one of the physically strongest men there. No, he was more focused on the power of sheer raw speed! The man grinned ear to ear, and with no hesitation, CHARGED! This was not even close to a regular kind of charge, this was an almost inhuman one, that made him a human blur compared to just about every other man there. He was called the freight train, and their was two reasons he was called that. 

The first, was his speed. He was supremely fast, just too fast for anyone to even comprehend is humanely possible. Much of this speed was gained more from his years of training his running methods, his leg muscles focused completely on just helping him get faster and faster. He was a man who didn’t work out on his upper body strength, he focused on his lower body more, and because of it he had the most muscular thighs. More like the muscles of a bull than a human. The second reason he was compared to a train, was his inhuman size and muscles. Barbarian Master was far larger than the two wrestlers who first were flattened by Cathy. He was even bigger than Barbarian Master, even if only by a few inches and 20 pounds. His great speed and great size helped make him a feared monster to nearly every man forced to fight him. 

It was not an uncommon fact that many men he fought tended to get crushed underfoot by him, and that was more literal than most would wish to believe. Freight Train charged right at her, and with a powerful leap, leaped so far that he hit the ring, completely dodging the ropes. As he was on the stage, he didn’t even break in his charge. Freight Train ran at her, and it was with breakneck speed. He had been so fast that some people actually didn’t even catch up to his running on the stage! He was just too fast for the men to even watch what was going on. Only two people could see what he was doing, and one of them was Cathy. Cathy watched him coming at her, and craned her head a bit confused by what was going on. He was charging at her, yes.But he was so slow. Why was that? Cathy just walked around him a few times, watching him in slow motion. It didn’t even seem like he was moving at all in her eyes. It took a while for her to recognize what was going on. He seemed to be so slow, because he was moving so fast! Once something hit a certain speed range, her reflexes moved to increase in spatial awareness so she could better defend herself. In her eyes, he was only so slow because of his increased speed. It was as if a car was coming right at her at full speed. The car would seem to slow down, so she wouldn’t be attacked by it. Not like she could be harmed by it, she knew not even a train could harm her. Still, this could be fun to play with. She moved right behind him, watching the large muscular man in mid run, and so moved his left ankle up a bit. Than, grabbing his right arm, one as thick as her, she lifted his arm up as high as she could.With her hand, she pushed his hips to the left. Given how huge he was, she had to lift her leg up as high as she could to push it to the right and even crane his head a bit. Finally, she went to his right leg and pushed his foot down. Just before she left, she looked at him again. He looked to be in mid roar, rawr, very scary. Cathy mimicked a cute roar at his face, and knew she had to shut him up. Grabbing the unconscious Beast Master, she ‘gently’ removed his speedo and than shoved it right in the mouth of Freight Train. Don’t worry about Beast Master, she made sure he was covered up by the wig of a man she saw in the back stands. With everything that had been set up, all Cathy had to do was move to the left so what happened didn’t happen on top of her, and giggled as she snapped her fingers. Her other hand holding a bottle of soda that she grabbed. Not here though, no pepsi, so she had to leave the underground to go get it from a McDonalds. One she paid for with the money from Freight Train in his wallet as she checked at his locker. By the time she had snapped her fingers, the full force of her speed zone had ended. Which was very fun for her as poor Freight Train slammed right down on the ground as hard as he could, spinning out like a car that swerved too fast. The poor man slid on the ground hard, and slammed his body right into the unconscious body of Barbarian Master. The two collided hard, and the noise of flesh smashing against each other was loud enough to hurt the ears of everyone there. The two crashed right on to the ground, slamming down hard and were piled together. Cathy clapped her hands together, rubbing them, and just shrugging at the various wrestling men. Her face said it all. Not only was she unimpressed by these men, she was getting bored. Quickly. None of these men were a match for her! When she had jumped into the ring, she wanted something.She wanted a challenge. To see if any of these men could really match her and fight her in a big battle. Impres her with their power and really show her own power. Demonstrate human might against human might. The battle between the two genders to see who was truly mighty. Cathy just flexed her bicep at the men, and smirked as she did. Small, but firm. In her mind, summed up women pretty well. Didn’t very much seem like this was much of a fair fight at all. Cathy was sure wondering if maybe she should give up in these fights, not like the guys were actually impressing her with their might. Four guys down, it didn’t matter who was coming up next. Cathy was so focused on thinking if she should stop or not, really navel gazing the whole time and checking her nails, Cathy didn’t even notice someone was in the ring with her. Cathy didn’t even notice she was being attacked the whole time.Cathy was too focused on her own thoughts of the past few minutes to really feel the punches and blows against her. Cathy didn’t feel a punch at the back of her head, didn’t even notice the kick to the small of her back, and if you thought she knew about the chop of the back of her neck, you’d be wrong. Was it because the man attacking her the whole time was a weak man, you’d be wrong. No, this man was stronger than Freight Train and Barbarian Master! This man was a high ranking wrestler, a man known for being considered the Terminator. The Terminator was called that for one big reason, more than any other. His quick and painful takedowns. The Terminator was a fan favorite of many of the men there, and even after everything that Cathy had done, it was the belief by many of the men there that The Terminator would be the one to take her down.The Terminator was not a sports man or an athlete like most of the others. He was a former hitman, one who was paid to BREAK people, and so when he was offered a position in the newest underground fighting ring, he rejected the offer till he saw the paychecks he would get. The Terminator got a rep in a quick meteoric rise, and the biggest reason was because of his moves. He was power incarnate, but the main reason he would win was because of his deadly moves. He was trained for years to break his foes, and while he had to hold back in the ring to not cripple his foes or even kill them, he was still called a monster. With Cathy, though, he didn’t at all hold back. No, he knew he was going to have to really break her and her whole body if he was going to win this match.The Terminator was a whole 14 feet tall, and weighed about half a ton of muscle. His gifts were great, and because of them, he was able to improve his attacking strength and even his reflexive skills. When he hit someone as hard as he could, it was with no loss of strength or force. His own strength and speed was at the maximum when he struck Cathy, hitting the back of her neck with a one inch punch as hard as any living being could with the force. No wasted strength when he did, it was all perfect form. The Terminator was more than a powerhouse in every single way, he was a man of skill and form. When he kicked Cathy in the back of the head, it was with the same amount of force one would use to break a steel door. When he grabbed the back of her hair and pulled as hard as he could while pushing his knee to her back, it was with enough pull force to break the spine of anyone he held or pushed.The Terminator was a monster made manifest, and was happy to do this. The Terminator was a man who loved hurting people, but hurting women was his favorite activity. She was the first one he harmed since he had gained his gifts, and he was more than happy to do so in front of the crowd. A crowd of cheering and hollering men, many who feared The Terminator above any other, but in this moment, he was now a hero in their eyes. He was a monster, but he was a monster they NEEDED to save the manhood of every man watching. The Terminator had his blood pumping the whole while as he heard the cheers of his name. The loud cheering boomed across the whole stadium and it was so loud that it could deafen any other noise. The Terminator was so invigorated by what he was hearing that he grabbed Cathy by her neck, and hip, and raised her up. Cathy was not a miniscule woman, but in his hands, she looked to be more like a doll than a full growned woman. Cathy didn’t resist or move, and it was the belief of all watching was that she was finally too scared or weak to do anything. That her doom was now. The Terminator let out a manly victorious roar, and than with all of his inhuman strength, he shoved down Cathy as hard as he could, while raising his knee. It was the classic back breaker, and it was one that worked very well. The Terminator could more than prove it, given the many he had broken in half. The Terminator slammed Cathy down on his knee, and he was overjoyed. He had finally done it, he had avenged the men that this harlot had broken. With her on his knee, The Terminator was grinning ear to ear in his great victory. The Terminator was a victor, and it was for the best reason of all. Because he was the kind of man who would always win. The Terminator let down Cathy, and lifted his fists in the air for victory, as he was about to stomp his foot on Cathy’s face.Cathy herself, was still deep in thought. She had not really felt… anything. Cathy had come to a conclusion about all of these fights. If she was going to really get into these fights, she was going to have to go a lot easier on these guys. Cathy noticed she was on the ground. Must have gotten down to the floor to think up about these, Cathy knew once she got hard into her own thoughts, she would ignore everything around her. Cathy once was told that she had hot coffee pouring down her hand when she thought about coffee and why she loved it when using her coffee machine. Didn’t even feel the scalding coffee as it hit her hand. Not that it did hurt her hand as she did so. Cathy just got up, lifting her leg up fast and hard to rise up and than slam it down.Cathy’s leg hit the jaw of The Terminator, and the large man dropped down to the ground aside from her. A broken jaw, and instantly unconscious. He could dish it, but he found he couldn’t take it. Well, that was a lie. He couldn’t even scratch Cathy, and while he could handle any amount of pain, nothing could prepare a man for a blow from Cathy. Cathy got up, washing herself off and was ready for the next foe, even jumping up and down with her fists up. It took her a few seconds to notice a giant man at her feet. Cathy looked down at the guy, and for the first time, finally spoke.“Oh come on, did I even do that or are you guys so weak you’re literally falling at my feet when you get in the ring?”The way she said it broke the hearts of many of the men. She really believed every word she was saying. Cathy was now wondering what the hell she was going to HAVE to do to make this any fun. If these guys were this weak, what fun could be had if she spanked the rest of them? Cathy just shrugged her shoulders, rather bored by it all. This shrug was maybe the most offensive thing she had done before. Five great men, one of them being one of the most feared men in the entire ring… all taken down. Not even in a grand way! Just a rather sad and pathetic defeat for all of the men! Like this was all a game for her, and not even a fun game! The insult was too much, and the mood of the room had become that of rage and fury. They were boiling with righteous indignation. This was no longer a wish to just fight her. It was now just to take her down!

A group of wrestlers marched forward, cracking their muscles and flexing what they had. They were shaking things up, and as the men growled, they knew what they had to do. No just playing around with her, and no wild card. They all had to work together if they were going to reall put her down. The four men coming at Cathy were not men like the first two wrestlers. They were more like The Terminator, in size and power. They were tag team wrestlers, the four of them able to work with any of the other to wrestle the other. They were the only tag team pair in the whole league, and it was because of their unison skill, and rather interesting flair. One of them was rather impressive, but it was said that if the four of them worked together, they could defeat 8 The Terminators with ease! Some say they weren’t men with two arms and two legs, but one being with 8 arms, and 8 legs. A perfect formulated team that was able to handle any force against them. 

As the four men got in the ring and surrounded Cathy, Cathy saw them assemble and scratched her chin. It was a question of how she was going to make this fun. Cathy scratched her chin as the giant men surrounded her, until finally she got to the perfect idea! Cathy raised one arm of hers… and kept it to her back. Than, she lifted a leg of hers, and closed her eyes. The four men were confused by what was going on. Why was she handicapping herself so much? Was she insane? Than, they realized what she was doing. Cathy was HANDICAPPING herself, as if she was mocking the men in every single way. If she was going to fight these men, it was going to be with her holding back so much! It was the greatest single insult the man had ever heard! 

The fury in all four of them grew, and so they all wanted to charge at her. Yet they were not foolish either. Only fools rush in, so they were going to have to be smart. They were watching her stand there, one foot down, and moving her head around, until she realized what advantage she had! Her hearing! Cathy tried to cover her ears with both hands, while still having her eyes closed. With both hands to her ears, the men thought they had the best way to really take her down. The men charged at her, all four of them in different directions of her. It didn’t matter who she attacked, she would never have been able to hit all of them.That was, of course, very wrong. While they got closer, Cathy could not hear or see any of the men. What she could do, was feel them coming at her. The vibrations that were coming at her, as if she knew when they were coming and how they were coming. Cathy could practically see the vibrational forces of the men. Cathy smiled a bit, and without having to cheat, leaped up in the air and flicked her foot out. The same one that leaped, so it wasn’t as quick as she wanted. All she could do was kick down two of the men charging in the same direction towards her. When her foot slammed into the head of one of the men, the man slammed to the side of the man to his left, and the poor man was than hit in the head by Cathy’s kick. Cathy would have hit the third man if she wasn’t made so slow by moving her leg, and he dropped down to the ground. Just BARELY enough to be hit, her leg moving over his hair.The fourt man was right behind her though, and while she spun far enough, he was a bit faster than the other men and was able to grab Cathy. It was his hope that, even though she had already taken down half of them, he could deal real damage to her! It was his belief that all of the men before him had done some damage to Cathy. Especially The Terminator. He lifted Cathy high up as much as he could, and than slammed her body down on the ground. He than leaped in the air for an elbow drop, and the second man who was on the ground was quick to the uptake with his own elbow strike. The two men struck Cathy as hard as they could. The intent was to break her before she could even do anything to them. They thought as they struck her, they were the luckiest men alive. The men were ready to bring out an onslaught of attacks against her, the intent was to truly kill her. Cathy didn’t even attack them. All she did was move.But moving was too much for the men, as she spun out and her shoulder hit one of the men, and a knee striking another man. Even with no force used against the men, just making sure her body moved as quickly as she could to get out, they had no hope to stay in the ring. Pain was far too immense, and the force too great. They were thrown out of the ring, and at this point as Cathy cleared things with her foot, treating it like a broom, no one else was in the ring but her. Cathy flexed her body a bit, and let out a sigh. Cathy saunted around the ring, pacing back and forward. When she spoke, it was with the same kind of tone that a woman would speak when she was not mad, just disappointed.“I am not at all interested in what this has all been. You guys were all big and tough and bragging how amazing you are. All those big muscles that are flaunting everything you have. Yet, is anyone really impressed? Well, anyone but one of these guys? Let me tell you, I am a woman that is just not even close to impressed. You guys are no longer any fun, so I think i’m heading home and writing a report on this. ‘The weakest sport of all time’. Bye bye boys, and I hope you all get the medical care you need with those soft weak skins of yours.”

Cathy was ready to leave, when she felt something boom towards her. Cathy looked out, and when she saw this man, he was different from the rest. They were all big. THIS MAN… made the word giant seem small. His foot steps boomed across the room, as he got closer and closer. For Cathy, it would have taken her 20 steps to get from there to the ring. For a guy like The Termiantor, it would have been 12 steps. For this man… 7. He didn’t even have to jump up to get to the ring, he just had to raise his feet to get on to the ring by stepping on it. When he was on the ring, the size difference was insane between the two of them. He was easily 20 feet tall, long flowing golden hair, and large black tattooes all over his body. Tattoos that seemed to point to his muscles that were bigger than any of the men before. He must have weighed more than a ton! He was, no doubt, the strongest man there. It was also no doubt that, given how he looked, he must have been cocky.He had seen what had happened, and the fact he thought he could win against her, made him an interesting fellow. The man folded arms, arms bigger than Cathy, as he looked down on her. The man was different than all of the wrestlers before him, not just in size. But aura. It was no competition who the strongest was, unless they had Godzilla in the back. When the man spoke, it was with a booming voice that made the bones of the men rattle as he spoke, his voice dripping with anger and disgust as he looked down on her.“You think what you did was anything to be happy about? All you did, was plant a target on your back. It was adorable to see how you think that you are an equal to a real man in any way. I am the reason these men had any of their power. I am the ultimate man. My blood had granted them larger size and strength… and even all of them combined couldn’t match ME! Dozens upon dozens of these men, and not a single one could ever come close to my might. You think you will be any different with me? Please, I’ll squash you between my fingers.”He lifted his hand, one almost as big as Cathy’s torso, and made a miniscule sign with his hand. Cathy saw how proud this man was, and wondered how this fight would go. It was no competition in her mind what would happen if she had fought him. So, she knew what she had to do to make this even a somewhat interesting fight. Cathy planted her feet down, and so took a deep breath. After she did so… she began to shut down. Her brain and muscles were screaming at her, but she had to do so. Her bones struggled, and her blood began pumping at extreme speeds. Cathy felt her senses change, her bones and muscles alter a bit. Physically, nothing on the surface was different about Cathy. But her body was twitching, her eyes blinking, and her brain slowing down. Cathy felt her whole body was heavier, and Cathy hunched down a bit.Everyone could see what had happened, and they were all confused. All of them looked at Cathy, and the ultimate man himself was confused. Cathy… looked dumber. Like, actually appeared to be not as intelligent. Cathy felt her body twitch the whole while, and Cathy looked at the ultimate man, with her eye twitching. One could see that something critical had happened to Cathy, and when she spoke, she slurred her speech as if she had something in her mouth.“I am… weaker… I can’t… see… hear… barely move… brain… lowered… I made… myself… your… equal…”

When he heard that, the ultimate man almost blanked. She… she actually made herself weaker in every regard… to be his equal?! That made him let out a powerful roar that was so great, that almost every in the area became deaf, as they held their ringing ears. The man roared louder thn a lion. It was a powerful roar from the bottom of his feet to his chest, a roar of fury and rage. How DARE she look down on him in such regard that she crippled herself just to even be on ‘his level’, as if he was below her. When he charged her, it was with speeds that would make even Freight Train not see it coming. When the ultimate man threw a punch at the face of Cathy, it was with force greater than The Terminator or Barbarian Master combined. It was probably the HARDEST punch that the ultimate man ever threw in his life. It was a punch meant to end the life of any he hit.Cathy lifted her arm up, and caught the blow. This time though, because she made herself as weak as she ever could, her muscles pushed back and her hand was pushed back. Cathy strained to hold the fist, a fist even bigger than her head, and Cathy grumbled. It was taking a large amount of energy to do this. Catching the punch was hard, but making herself weaker in every single way was using up all of her energy. That was the real strain. Trying to hold back in every way was like trying to stop a rubber band from snapping as you hold it by both ends a mile away from each other. Cathy was struggling to actually think about what to do, her mind fuzzy because she was thinking over 750 quadrillion mathematical equations. It was to make sure her brain didn’t immediately analyze this situation and solve it, so instead of what could have won the battle in one move even in her current state, she though pull and punch.Ultimate man was forced right towards her, and he didn’t know how she was so strong. He could not admit in his heart, despite seeing how she was, that she had made herself far weaker. Yet despite being a fraction of a fraction of her own strength, the two of them were more than equal in physical might. If anything, if one of them had an advantage in terms of power, it was Cathy! Being far smaller than the Ultimate man, she would be more than able to fight him with her smaller size and not have such wasted movements. Cathy punched the man in the jaw, and while it hurt, it didn’t take him down in one blow. It was still more than enough to take down every single other man there, though. The Ultimate man pushed himself off from the woman, using all of his strength just to make sure she was far off him. With that, it became a range game, and now he had an advantage in a regard that even Cathy in her prime would not have had.He threw a punch, and this time it connected to Cathy, pushing her head back. Cathy turned her pain receptors up a 100,000% and also lowered her tolerance for pain at the same time. Because of that, a punch that wouldn’t have even made her blink finally did something it never had before in her life. It hurt. Cathy felt her head, and could tell her perfect skin did something in its entire life it never could have done. Something that she was more willing to do than because of him. Her skin was harmed by the punch. For someone who was invunerable in every aspect of her life… this fact made her happy. Cathy made herself as weak as she could ever be, and finally, she had met an equal! The worlds strongest man! He was the only man who could even match her own might, and it was only because he was a man who was more god than mortal. 

It was why, when Cathy threw her own punch into the abs of the man, it was with enough force to nearly make him buckle and vomit as the whole ring shook. It was rather impressive that Cathy could even hit him, given she was seeing double! Cathy could barely see what was going on, and the only reason she wasn’t able to miss him was because of his larger size. It soon became a slug fest between the two of them. The two threw blow after blow at each other. Cathy having the advantage of none of her punches missing while a few of the Ultimate man’s missed, and she had the advantage of speed. He had the advantage of size over her so his blows hurt even more than hers, and because Cathy’s form was changed by her body forcing itself to twitch over and over, he was hitting her with perfect form vs her rather limp wristed punches.As the two had hit each other as hard as either could, the whole area around them shaking in full righteous fury, the people in the crowd were terrified by what was going on. They could feel their bodies actually scream at them. It was a scream of terror, telling them to run away! They tried to run, and yet when one of the Ultimate Man’s punches missed, the force of wind made by just him throwing a punch caused a force of pressure to slam into him and send him sprawling across the ground. The only reason he was not crippled was because the Ultimate man was punched as he threw said blow. He wasn’t able to use all of his strength, but he did when he smashed his fist across the head of Cathy. It was the first time either of these people had ever been in a real fist fight. Both were too powerful to have ever been in one. But their was a major difference between both of them.Cathy was holding everything back, and actively making herself worse. Her stamina, strength, speed, and brain were exploding and breaking down as she was doing everything to make herself worse. The Ultimate man was feeling his blood pump and his brain fire a thousand ideas, just to make himself better. When it came down between the two of them, it wasn’t a competition to see who was stronger. It was going to be who would break down first. The one using up all of his energy to become stronger, and the one who was lessening everything about her to make herself worse, and make this fight fair. It was the only fight she had been in she could actually lose at. That made her happy. This was the first fight in his life he could ever lose in. This made him scared. 

He had never been in a fight that he could lose. Even with all the gifts he had given everyone else, much of it was to make himself feel better and stronger. As if he was the greatest man to such a degree that none of them could come close to his might. Ultimate man was hit in the stomach again, and finally, he could feel his knees buckling. It wasn’t just the pain, but the fear was getting to him. If he lost, than that meant he was now… weak. When he saw Cathy ball her fist up, Cathy lifted her arm up and was ready to strike him in the face. As he saw this… he knew what he had to do. He had to run away! Ultimate no longer went on this fight, and instead broke away from her. Frantically running away, like a coward who was too afraid to stand in the fight against him. Cathy saw him run, and she was pissed.Cathy was willing to go out at her absolute lowest in ways she had never been in, and he couldn’t even handle that? Like a little coward he’d run away instead of take his defeat like a true rival? Fine, let him see what happens when Cathy didn’t hold back anymore. Period. Cathy didn’t have to do anything, all she had to do, was un tense her muscles. That was all Cathy had to do to win. The thing was, while she held back immensely for the fight with the Ultimate man… she was holding back this whole time. If not, she’d have broken too much. This wasn’t just something she did as she fought the men. It was something she had to do every single day of her life. The very reason she did that, was made clear when she stopped. When Cathy fully released how strong she was, it was in no uncertain terms, a flash. A rather instant one. It took out… everything in the underground. It was a kinetic explosion, one so great that it was in the megaton range. Everything in the vicinity was destroyed faster than the eye could process, and nothing was left… but a large crater. Nothing, not steel, cement, or more survived.Cathy wiped her hands cleaned, as she dropped the last person. Cathy just had to move fast enough to move everyone at least 2 miles away from the area, even those outside of the underground arena. Hundreds of people moved in half a second. Cathy had made sure everyone was dropped safely, except for Ultimate. He was a few miles away, where he belonged. Right in a very large and rather nasty garbage field. Cathy knew it was a good thing to wash her hands after that, and as she checked her nails, smirked. So, even after making herself that weak, not even a nail was chipped. Won’t that be fun for a headline for her next article. ‘Didn’t even break a nail when I broke the strongest man in the world’. Maybe people will believe this one, and if they don’t… she’ll make them believe it.