She has the looks, the body, the talent. It’s time for her to get the respect that comes with all that. A punch punch punch combo thrown to the miserable leaking sand body bag. The sound of her assertive punches is echoing across the gym. All of the sound and intensity of punches rising like a drum beat about to reach crescendo. Sweat drops pierce from her forehead across her dusky cheek before it follows her vieny sexy neck, it drops down to her ample bosom and makes its way in her cleavage and down to the 3D model of her abs one by one. As she increases the intensity of her punches with that engaged core of hers, sweat drops through the topography of her stomach going deep in and and out on that hard muscle. She gets the final punch as the bag is all pierced and out of sand falls off the hook. Her gloves get a hole from the wear, and her hand tape is covered in sand of her victimized sand bag. The room is silent without it as she takes a breath out. Smoking hot - Disha Patani .
Too long had she been in shadows. The silent movement of meditation was getting irked by sound from the small TV on the security guard’s office watching some random gossip channel. It talked about everyone but her - Katrina kaif is launching some lipstick in some mall. Someone said - “wow Katrina is last of the divas - strong smart and beautiful”. Disha breathed in and out hearing that. She has been patient, kind and respectful. She has been a fan of the Brit since she was young but had gotten no respect back. Katrina would be nice to everyone sara to kiara but her admirer. All that dopamine and all that strength made disha jealous. As she prepped for weight training with 400 lbs of weight, she heard another news segment about herself - who she is dating , she heard someone call her not that beautiful. She squat repped 400 lb in anger until she lost count . When will she be enough? She kept on repeating her squats making her muscles charge up as she heard something more demeaning about her when she lost it, she swung that 400 lb loaded weight rod for squatting towards the tiny tv far away. The wall that Tv was on broke with the weight and pressure and the security guard was awoken by the destruction. He got up and saw the empty warehouse with one light near squat rack on like a spotlight and within it - an angry goddess of destruction.
At the mall, Katrina was signing autographs and shaking hands. She signed an autograph of a slim woman in a baseball hat. She shook her hand and was gonna move on. The hand caught her and Katrina was a bit surprised. She pulled her hand harder but couldn’t get free. She got her other hand and said in frustration “lemme go” and looked up as she saw eyes of anger . Disha removed her hat and unzipped her tight jacket with her free hand and said “what’s the matter princess ? Not strong enough”. Katrina was trying with both hands to get Disha’s fingers open and Disha clutched harder. The crowd got out of their way and started recording the movement as frustrated Katrina struggled. Her bodyguards finally came to rescue as they approached, disha smiled and rolled her eyes. She moved around and kicked one bodyguard in the face stopping him in his tracks. She saw the other come in and grabbed his hand which he was gonna punch with, she threw him across her and kicked his face knocking him out. The third one came with the taser as she bent down, grabbed his hand and made him tase himself. She turned Katrina around and got behind her and whispered in her ear “you and me now”, and let her hand go and pushed her away.
Katrina looked around to all the girls that called her their hero and realized she has to fight. She unzipped her dress and got in a bra and shorts, slightly intimidated, she got in a fighting stance. Disha took off her jacket revealing her hard body , rippling and smiled challenging her with a finger. There was a time no one would ever challenge Katrina , now was not that time.
Katrina attacked with ferociousness. Her punches were fast and sweeping, sadly none of them landed as disha danced around them as if she had superspeed, all until she made her punch a giant shelf of make up which Katrina punches right through. Disha caught Katrina’s arm on the other side of the aisle and pulled her towards herself and headbutted her sending Katrina to the opposite aisle. Katrina looked up and saw no one she got up in the make up store, she saw am empty aisle and a hole through the next shelf she made. She looked beside her and disha stood tall. Katrina attacked her but disha caught her arm again, she used her other and disha caught that too. It was a duel of strength as both ladies used their entire upper bodies to push , disha’s defined muscles rippled as she pushed Katrina down on her knees while nodding her head in disappointment. Katrina felt overpowered to a degree she hasn’t before as she bent down a bit to avoid getting her arm ripped off , Katrina got on her knees and tried to push back but was clearly outmatched. Disha saw her hero on the floor under her trying to fight back and letting out just “aaaahhhhh” . Katrina was engaging her core in this battle and was getting tired . Her knees started making cracks in the tiles. Disha pushed down without prejudice as she had her . Katrina said “please stop”, disha nodded her head “no” . Katrina tried to get her hands out of the grip but couldn’t . Tears formed in her eyes as she was so outmatched and didn’t know how to het out.
Disha suddenly got tackled from the front by someone. This pushed her back a little but didn’t make her lose her grip on Katrina’s fingers. The one that tackled her stood in front of her - the only woman who could go toe to toe with Katrina herself : jacquilene Fernandez was there in her full yoga outfit.
Jacquilene(Jacky) gulped by lack of impact from the surprise tackle. “Oh wow , miss Fernandez, what an honor”- said disha. Disha let go of Katrina and faced Jacky as they got closer, no time was wasted as jacquilene threw a barrage of punches and kicks at disha , disha blocked each of them and counter punched jacquilene in the abs sending her flying across the aisle in the make up store. Katrina got up and threw a barrage of punches and kicks as well which were also skillfully blocked until disha grabs Katrina’s neck and lifted her up, throwing rapid punches with other hand on her stomach she throws Katrina on the other end of the aise.
“To be honest, I expected so much from the so called queens” disha jabs . Jacky gets on her feet and goes on offense but sees disha running towards her as well. Disha picks Jacky up across her shoulder as Jacky faces the ceiling, she stretched Jacky’s necks and knees down curving her back and making her scream in pain. Katrina comes up and punches disha’s abs which draws nothing but a giggle from disha. Disha kicks Katrina and slams Jacky on her thigh . As Jacky’s face and legs hang across her leg, disha feels Jacky’s abs. “It’s a shame I have to do this, you guys were such an inspiration”. She let goes of Jacky who is phased and tries to recover on the ground.
Katrina comes in hot and punches disha left and right, all of it doesn’t work to even draw an expression from disha. Katrina loads up and punches disha’s almost metallic core breaking her hand . She yells in pain. Disha pulled Katrina by her arms to her in a bear hug shook her right and left. Katrina pushed hard against disha’s dense steel like forearms to get away as she was getting almost crushed in the hold with no avail. Disha got her face really close to Katrina’s . “How does it feel ?” She whispered , “to be powerless”. Katrina broke down in tears as disha licks her cheek and throws her on the ground.
Katrina starts crawling out when Jacky gets up and attacks disha from behind, she hangs on her hair as disha flips back, throwing Jacky on the floor. Disha lands on her knees and flips her hair up. Jacky takes advantage of her position and comes and kicks disha on her stomach . Disha flexes her abs and that strength breaks Jacky’s ankle as she yells in pain. Disha gets up and drags Jacky by her broken ankle drawing a scream and walks to crawling Katrina and grabs her by her broken hand. Dragging the former leading ladies across the store. disha picks them up on her each shoulder. She gets them on a stage and says to their fans - “are these your queens ?” She drops them at her feet.
“They are weak. I am the one now. Whoever opposes me will meet their fate .”
She looks at a woman who had a signed Katrina autograph , her piercing eyes intimidated her to drop the autograph card, she kneels. Disha looks at another and she does too. She looks at the man standing next to her gives a small smile and he kneels down too. Holy shit . She is …….the destroyer. Soon the entire mall is down on her knees as only one stands . New god of raw unlimited feminine power - disha
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