<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293980496543787672</id><updated>2011-10-22T16:33:06.147-04:00</updated><category term='Introduction'/><category term='Chapter 1 Night Stinger&apos;s First Boxing Foe'/><category term='Grand Bee News Footer'/><category term='Chapter 2 Escape'/><title type='text'>The Night Stinger</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293980496543787672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293980496543787672.post-8941444759850677403</id><published>2010-12-04T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:10:03.798-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 2 Escape'/><title type='text'>Tony Brown Made for Prison</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/TPrxCF_HqsI/AAAAAAAACYU/Sf354Qd8RCM/s1600/Jail2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="397" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/TPrxCF_HqsI/AAAAAAAACYU/Sf354Qd8RCM/s400/Jail2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This time, Mr. Moe decided that he was going to do something about Tony Brown. He made a prison for Tony in an &lt;a href="http://insectorspeed.blogspot.com/2010/01/suspicious-of-underground.html"&gt;underground&lt;/a&gt; room of the chapel. The only good it would do is keep Tony off of the streets away from his students. Mr. Moe wanted Sabrina to be free to leave the chapel when she got ready, and not live her life as a prisoner. He did not want Sabrina to be a heavy burden to Night Stinger. Mr. Moe did not want Sabrina hiding all of the time and Night Stinger fighting all of the time. Other than that, Tony Brown was going to be Tony. He was still going to be the evil man that he was since the day that he was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Tony escaped from prison, Mr. Moe fought him. Tony learned about the hideout of Sabrina which was the chapel. That is where Tony went, and Mr. Moe fought him, led him underground, and locked him up. Tony Brown was made for Prison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293980496543787672-8941444759850677403?l=thenightstinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/feeds/8941444759850677403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2010/12/tony-brown-made-for-prison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293980496543787672/posts/default/8941444759850677403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293980496543787672/posts/default/8941444759850677403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2010/12/tony-brown-made-for-prison.html' title='Tony Brown Made for Prison'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/TPrxCF_HqsI/AAAAAAAACYU/Sf354Qd8RCM/s72-c/Jail2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293980496543787672.post-5127671293744904723</id><published>2010-11-10T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:20:39.745-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 2 Escape'/><title type='text'>Prison Escape</title><content type='html'>Two years had gone by. Tony and Feet were still in prison. Prison was the place for Feet. He was content, but Tony missed his life on the streets. Tony noticed two men fighting over cigarettes. That put a bad idea into Tony's mind. Somehow, Tony started a fire in the prison, and that is how Tony and Feet escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the prison was all over the news. Night Stinger saw it on the news as she watched from a store that sold televisions. She knew that the prison that had caught on fire was the prison that Tony was locked up in. "I've got a gut feeling Tony started that fire," Night Stinger thought to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina was still hiding at the chapel. She stayed hid after Tony was locked up because of the bad guys that worked for him on the streets. Sabrina's life was miserable. She wanted to be free and live a normal life. The good thing about being inside the chapel was she learned how to be a better fighter in so many ways. She wanted to challenge Tony and be free from the chapel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293980496543787672-5127671293744904723?l=thenightstinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/feeds/5127671293744904723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2010/11/prison-escape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293980496543787672/posts/default/5127671293744904723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293980496543787672/posts/default/5127671293744904723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2010/11/prison-escape.html' title='Prison Escape'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293980496543787672.post-871930109648911736</id><published>2010-09-04T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T10:10:59.921-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 2 Escape'/><title type='text'>Tony In Prinson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/under-night-stingers-wing.html"&gt;Sabrina&lt;/a&gt; thought long and hard about the talk she had with Night Stinger and Mr. Moe. She thought, "Maybe they are right. Maybe I should stay hidden in the chapel. If I don't, I'll be dodging bullets or end up dead. Tony is really out to get me, and he's not going to stay locked up in prison. If I stay locked up in the chapel, that would take my mind off of things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, miles away from the Grand Bee Chapel in California, &lt;a href="http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2010/01/tony-brown-makes-trouble.html"&gt;Tony Brown&lt;/a&gt; was being locked away in prison. The police had been after him for a long time and had never been able to catch him. &amp;nbsp;He was a powerful man on the streets. Tony met an arrival in prison who was known as Feet. He was known as Feet because when he was on the streets, he was always running to and fro. Feet was always taking care of somebody's dirty business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Tony was being locked up, he was told that he would never walk free. Tony was put into a jail cell right in front of Feet. He was surprised to see Tony. Feet was always after Mr. Moe and Tony was always after Night Stinger. It was a big mistake to lock Tony into the same prison with feet. That made Feet and Tony join forces to escape prison. Then after the escape, they had plans to bring down Mr. Moe and Night Stinger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293980496543787672-871930109648911736?l=thenightstinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/feeds/871930109648911736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2010/09/tony-in-prinson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293980496543787672/posts/default/871930109648911736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293980496543787672/posts/default/871930109648911736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2010/09/tony-in-prinson.html' title='Tony In Prinson'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293980496543787672.post-3670497066357736687</id><published>2010-01-06T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:33:44.588-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 Night Stinger&apos;s First Boxing Foe'/><title type='text'>Tony Brown Makes Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0Uru30TzEI/AAAAAAAABoI/k-Fq7YQmuZE/s1600-h/bad+guy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423789410494958658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0Uru30TzEI/AAAAAAAABoI/k-Fq7YQmuZE/s400/bad+guy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the Night Stinger (whose real name was Ruby Foster) had beaten Tony Brown, she lived in a world of danger after that. Her teacher, Mr. Moe, knew that she would eventually. Night Stinger took Sabrina out to eat after she was released from the hospital. Tony Brown saw them and followed them to a Chinese restaurant The Night Stinger and Sabrina had been sitting down for about 2 minuets eating. Tony Brown walked in and pulled a chair up to their table. He said, “Howdy, Girls!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina began to feel full. She did not want to eat anymore. The Night Stinger said to her, “Eat, Sabrina. Don’t let slime face spoil your appetite, and he better not even touch you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Brown was feeling angry and said, “She’s my girl. I own her. I can touch her whenever I get ready. I’ve had her for three years and ain’t nothing going to change that now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner of the restaurant saw Tony Brown making trouble. He walked over to Tony Brown and said, “You need to go. If you didn’t come here to eat, then you go. Don’t make trouble in my restaurant.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Brown said pulling out his guns, “I ain’t going no where until I get what I came for. Get out of my face!” Tony pointed the gun in the owner’s face. The owner backed off. Then he pointed the guns at Sabrina and Night Stinger. “Ok Ms. Stinger,” he said, “Do you think you can out sting a couple of bullets? I don’t think so.”&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina got up to leave and Night Stinger said to her, “Sit down! Don’t let him scare you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Brown said in a demanding voice, “Get up!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina decided that she would obey the one with the guns. She began to tremble and her stomach became upset. Food began to gush forth from her mouth, and she got it all over Tony. That took Tony’s attention away from everything and gave Night Stinger a chance to flip the table over on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Night Stinger was heading for the door hurriedly taking Sabrina with her by the arm. On their way out, they met two policemen, but they kept on going past them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293980496543787672-3670497066357736687?l=thenightstinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/feeds/3670497066357736687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2010/01/tony-brown-makes-trouble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293980496543787672/posts/default/3670497066357736687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293980496543787672/posts/default/3670497066357736687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2010/01/tony-brown-makes-trouble.html' title='Tony Brown Makes Trouble'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S0Uru30TzEI/AAAAAAAABoI/k-Fq7YQmuZE/s72-c/bad+guy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293980496543787672.post-7971791986190147063</id><published>2009-12-02T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:26:46.690-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 Night Stinger&apos;s First Boxing Foe'/><title type='text'>Shield-in-Robe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SxbsuciZuyI/AAAAAAAABiQ/4Jba5Ovr6iM/s1600-h/glow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410772285010852642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SxbsuciZuyI/AAAAAAAABiQ/4Jba5Ovr6iM/s400/glow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Night Stinger went back to the chapel, her teacher was waiting for her. He knew where she had been and what she had done. His name was Mr. Moe Marty Green. Mr. Moe argued at Night Stinger for fighting and disobeying him. He was growing old, and he did not feel like being bothered with troubles. Mr. Moe feared that Tony Brown would send his gang to the chapel for revenge, once he found out who the Night Stinger truly was. Night Stinger just sat down and listened looking out one of the chapel windows as if she did not care what Mr. Moe was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Moe opened up a small chest. In it, he had 3 scrolls, and one of them was a special cloth that he made into a robe with a bullet proof shield. It also glowed in the dark. Mr. Moe gave it to Night Stinger to wear. When she tried it on, he made Night Stinger stand in a dark room in front of a mirror. She saw a dim light coming from the center of her chest shaped in the form of a shield in front of her. It was like a force field. Night Stinger found it pretty amusing and amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you must fight, you need to wear this robe on the streets at night all of the time”, said Mr. Moe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Night Stinger asked, “Can it be washed”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To wash it, steam clean it,” answered Mr. Moe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Night Stinger had a whole lot to learn, and Mr. Moe was letting her learn some things on her own. He felt that telling her would do no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;Hook Note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. Moe made the shield remembering a verse from the Book of Psalms. (Psalms 91:4) He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler. (5) Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day;……………………………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Moe knew that Night Stinger was of the night and was not afraid. He knew that she could handle the things going on in the streets. Mr. Moe knew that she was a great female boxer, and he also knew that there was something much stronger that she would have to face one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293980496543787672-7971791986190147063?l=thenightstinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/feeds/7971791986190147063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2009/12/shield-in-robe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293980496543787672/posts/default/7971791986190147063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293980496543787672/posts/default/7971791986190147063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2009/12/shield-in-robe.html' title='Shield-in-Robe'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SxbsuciZuyI/AAAAAAAABiQ/4Jba5Ovr6iM/s72-c/glow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293980496543787672.post-1978626345239940174</id><published>2009-11-25T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:15:43.679-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 Night Stinger&apos;s First Boxing Foe'/><title type='text'>Night Stinger’s First Boxing Foe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/Sw2DujwRCKI/AAAAAAAABfw/RHZXzhHgLR4/s1600/Night+stinger+fight2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 361px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408123563436738722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/Sw2DujwRCKI/AAAAAAAABfw/RHZXzhHgLR4/s400/Night+stinger+fight2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Stinger was told by her teacher not to make war with her student’s boyfriend. Her teacher said, “He comes from a big gang, and his name is Tony Brown. He and his gang carry guns. Your fist cannot stop a bullet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Stinger agreed with her teacher and left the chapel to find Tony Brown. She saw him entering into a restaurant by himself one night. Sabrina told him where he lived and showed her a picture of him. Night Stinger saw Tony leaving his house and followed him to the restaurant. She ordered food and had a bite to eat watching Tony from another table. This made Tony want to go over to Night Stinger’s table and talk to her seeing that she was alone. Night Stinger thought looking at him, “Yea, come on over.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Brown had some thoughts too. He thought, “Can’t mess with her. Sure is fine though, but looks too strong.” Tony did not like strong women. When he got finished eating, he left the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Night Stinger thought, “Yea, you’re not my type either, and you’re going to pay for what you did.” Night Stinger got up from the table, left a tip for the waitress, and went to follow Tony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Tony was walking home, he felt like somebody was following him. Night Stinger stayed hidden in the shadows in her boxing robe with her head covered. She did not wear it in the restaurant. When Tony looked behind him, there was nobody there as he walked down the cold, lonely, and dark alley. When Tony turned around, he got a big surprise. He felt something standing in front of him. It was a fist that moved as fast as lightening that punched him to the ground. Tony fell against some trash cans. As he got up, he started to pull out his gun, but he saw the Night Stinger in boxing position. Tony knew a little bit about boxing. So he decided he would save his bullets and see how much of a great fighter the Night Stinger was. Tony and the Night Stinger began to fight. Tony could throw hard and swift punches, but Night Stinger had a woman’s style and could move much swifter than he. She was very calm and Tony was angry and mad. Tony was a street fighter, but Night Stinger knew it all. The Night Stinger beat him so bad that she almost took his life. The whole time the Night Stinger fought him, she would not say a word. She did not want him to know that she was after him because of Sabrina. Night Stinger knew that he would try to get revenge if she left him alive. She left him alive because she was taught not to take a person’s life. Night Stinger disappeared in the fog and shadows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293980496543787672-1978626345239940174?l=thenightstinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/feeds/1978626345239940174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/night-stingers-first-boxing-foe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293980496543787672/posts/default/1978626345239940174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293980496543787672/posts/default/1978626345239940174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/night-stingers-first-boxing-foe.html' title='Night Stinger’s First Boxing Foe'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/Sw2DujwRCKI/AAAAAAAABfw/RHZXzhHgLR4/s72-c/Night+stinger+fight2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293980496543787672.post-686341833845766934</id><published>2009-11-23T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:16:04.933-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 Night Stinger&apos;s First Boxing Foe'/><title type='text'>A Hurt Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SwsdGrxq8RI/AAAAAAAABfg/VT7PVZhd_Os/s1600/NightStinger+Chapel2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407447778255892754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SwsdGrxq8RI/AAAAAAAABfg/VT7PVZhd_Os/s400/NightStinger+Chapel2a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Night Stinger became very attached to her student. At first, she did not want to teach her boxing. Sometimes Night Stinger did not want anything to do with boxing. Night Stinger was not always in the mood for boxing. When her student, Sabrina, came to her with a sad story about how she was beaten by her jealous boyfriend, Night Stinger could not turn her away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Night Stinger taught Sabrina how to box, Sabrina was able to stand up to her boyfriend and was able to fight him back. This made her boyfriend very angry, and he ended up stabbing Sabrina and left her as dead in the street. However, Sabrina did not die. She was saved by Night Stinger who arrived just in time enough to get her to a hospital. Night Stinger stayed at the hospital for a few days and left Sabrina when she saw that she was going to make it. She left to go after Sabrina’s boyfriend, and she left very angry. Night Stinger rushed out of the hospital doors fast as lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Night Stinger had just learned how to control her anger hanging around the Grand Bee Chapel where she meditated and would practice during the day. It was day when she went after Sabrina’s boyfriend, Tony. Night Stinger fought crime in the dark where no one could easily see her, but this time, she did not care how she was seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293980496543787672-686341833845766934?l=thenightstinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/feeds/686341833845766934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/hurt-student.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293980496543787672/posts/default/686341833845766934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293980496543787672/posts/default/686341833845766934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/hurt-student.html' title='A Hurt Student'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SwsdGrxq8RI/AAAAAAAABfg/VT7PVZhd_Os/s72-c/NightStinger+Chapel2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293980496543787672.post-5038555690552769503</id><published>2009-11-23T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:16:27.043-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 Night Stinger&apos;s First Boxing Foe'/><title type='text'>Under Night Stinger's Wing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SwsahJQvKuI/AAAAAAAABfY/5jUFp_Ugqiw/s1600/NightStinger+Saves1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407444934312536802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SwsahJQvKuI/AAAAAAAABfY/5jUFp_Ugqiw/s400/NightStinger+Saves1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293980496543787672-5038555690552769503?l=thenightstinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/feeds/5038555690552769503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/under-night-stingers-wing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293980496543787672/posts/default/5038555690552769503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293980496543787672/posts/default/5038555690552769503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/under-night-stingers-wing.html' title='Under Night Stinger&apos;s Wing'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SwsahJQvKuI/AAAAAAAABfY/5jUFp_Ugqiw/s72-c/NightStinger+Saves1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293980496543787672.post-9196999331354736170</id><published>2009-11-22T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:16:42.352-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chapter 1 Night Stinger&apos;s First Boxing Foe'/><title type='text'>Visiting the Grand Bee Chapel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/Swm1KK7FhtI/AAAAAAAABfI/1ycyheaGVus/s1600/NightStinger+Chapel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407052013970491090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/Swm1KK7FhtI/AAAAAAAABfI/1ycyheaGVus/s400/NightStinger+Chapel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Night Stinger watched women struggle in man's world from a little girl. She watched her mother, grandmother, and other women on both sides of her family. As Night Stinger grew, she felt a struggle too. That made her feel the need to fight and to be strong. Night Stinger learned something from the women in her family. They were strong and were fighters. They never gave up, and they did not quit. The Night Stinger tried everything she could in life to avoid a hard life. It seemed that she had to face a lot of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;struggles&lt;/span&gt; until she remembered what she was taught by one of her grandmothers. Night Stinger was taught to pray and meditate. She learned that maybe that was the reason why her grandmother stayed healthy, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;, prosperous, and she lived to get so old. Night Stinger strayed away from religion, but she went back to it when she reached the age of 20. Then she grew stronger and stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Night Stinger would visit the “Grand Bee Chapel” to meditate, study, pray, and practice on her boxing. Boxing was a sport that the Night Stinger loved. She learned discipline at the chapel and how to control her anger. Learning discipline helped Night Stinger to be a stronger fighter than most of her opponents. The Grand Bee Chapel is a place that Night Stinger would visit during the day when she wanted to hide away in the shadows. Spending time at the chapel is how Night Stinger escaped to have time for herself. Sometimes she taught others how to fight, and at night, she was like a little savior fighting crime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293980496543787672-9196999331354736170?l=thenightstinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/feeds/9196999331354736170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/visiting-grand-bee-chapel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293980496543787672/posts/default/9196999331354736170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293980496543787672/posts/default/9196999331354736170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/visiting-grand-bee-chapel.html' title='Visiting the Grand Bee Chapel'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/Swm1KK7FhtI/AAAAAAAABfI/1ycyheaGVus/s72-c/NightStinger+Chapel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293980496543787672.post-2132461588219301325</id><published>2009-11-22T12:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:10:02.165-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grand Bee News Footer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>An Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SwmOA6VHIVI/AAAAAAAABfA/XsA21sNWeqw/s1600/Nightstinger2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407008973943939410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SwmOA6VHIVI/AAAAAAAABfA/XsA21sNWeqw/s400/Nightstinger2a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SwmNw6RCOrI/AAAAAAAABe4/Gt9xob6jcaU/s1600/Nightstinger2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SwmMwUy3nOI/AAAAAAAABew/LpaZ570P4vo/s1600/The+Night+Stinger+Banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SwmMlY1pISI/AAAAAAAABeo/XpmA6z79Knc/s1600/The+Night+Stinger+Banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Night Stinger is a character dedicated to Laila Ali who floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee. I was inspired to create this character by watching Laila box.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest inspiration is Jesus Christ. Jesus tells us that through God all things are possible (Mark 10:27). I believe in God the Father and Christ the Son and the Holy Ghost. The Bible tells us that we can do all things through Christ (Philippians 4:13). It's wonderful to believe in God. It is because of him that I have the talent to think, write, and create. Now, because I have the talent, that does not mean that I always use it in the right way. It is important to always ask God for guidance. He tells me to think positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched my favorite boxing champion, I saw something good. Sometimes her fights looked bloody and mean, but boxing is only a sport. One day I saw a good person outside of the ring working with children on television. I believe that there is more to her than meets the eye. I see the Night Stinger who is a character that is a good samaritan and more. &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/S24vY93e03I/AAAAAAAABtw/cwtgAozWwU8/S1600-R/Grand+Bee+Banner2a.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293980496543787672-2132461588219301325?l=thenightstinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/feeds/2132461588219301325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/introduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293980496543787672/posts/default/2132461588219301325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293980496543787672/posts/default/2132461588219301325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenightstinger.blogspot.com/2009/11/introduction.html' title='An Introduction'/><author><name>Gail</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601237899567387042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SPvOKdkru0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/IyKewPZXuyI/S220/benny+logo+letters2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q2L3esBQq_M/SwmOA6VHIVI/AAAAAAAABfA/XsA21sNWeqw/s72-c/Nightstinger2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
