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.
However, you cannot be a loner in the Bronx, whatever you do. Ninja wasn’t left alone to do her thing too. As her infamy spread, people began rumoring about the mysterious green thief that burglarized their houses at night. But they were certainly at a loss as to how they could book this sly thief.
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.
The Bronx Catfight
Sasha had been a thief also. She was of Russian origin and was a very beautiful thief with her reddish hair and her almost pale skin. She looked too ethereal to be a thief, but a thief she certainly was. When she knew about Ninja, she did not like it. She was immediately on her guard.
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.
Sasha saw the men. “Here’s the thief that’s been terrorizing you.” She held Ninja by her hair and presented her. “Do what you want with her.”
“No, don’t break up the catfight,” the men said. “We want to see you pulling her hair out.”
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And so the fight resumed. The crowd that gathered was huge. Then one man said, “We know you both are thieves. But we let you go if you promise us these catfights here every night. The day you stop, we hand you over.”
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. Add your catfighting article here.
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