Club Fight
By Brent	
The underground boxing champion meets his match


The place was simply called The Boxing Club. It was a huge sports bar. The
walls were covered with boxing memorabilia. The waitresses wore Everlast
sports bras and foxy boxing shorts. The place had several large screen
projection TVs to show all the pay per view boxing, wrestling, and ultimate
fighting events as well as classic fights on videotape. A former pro boxer
named Danny Mitchell owned the club. The place did a huge business but the
real money was made downstairs. In the club's cavernous basement Danny had
installed a pro-standard boxing ring and seating for nearly 200 spectators.
There were also locker rooms for participants. This is where Danny organized
and conducted illegal underground boxing matches. He sponsored some of the
fighters and made a mint from charging admission and from side bets. The rules
were strictly followed, though weight classes were sometimes mixed, all in all
it was a class operation. Danny had held dozens of boxing events in his arena.
Some of the fights were set up to settle personal differences, others were
just for money or action, and there had even been a few women's matches over
the years. Danny's current champion was named Butch Kelly. Butch was 5 feet 11
inches tall and weighed 200 pounds. He was undefeated in 22 fights and Danny
had an open invitation to all comers to challenge Butch for the title.

One afternoon a man walked into The Boxing Club. A very attractive, petite
Asian girl wearing a tight black sleeveless mini-dress, black nylons, and high
heels accompanied him. The man went to the bartender and said he was looking
for Danny. Danny was nearby and heard the man, "You found him pal, what can I
do for you?"

"I'm Mr. Smith and I have a fighter to challenge your man Butch Kelly." Said
the man. Danny responded, "OK but we can't talk out here come into my office
and we'll discuss the details. Your girlfriend can stay out here and have a
drink on the house if she wants."

Mr. Smith smiled and said, "Well thanks for the hospitality but she can come
with us."

"Suit yourself." Said Danny.

The 3 of them moved into the office. Danny sat behind the desk, Mr. Smith sat
in a chair across the desk from Danny, and the girl sat on a couch against the
wall opposite the desk and began filing her nails. Danny made a phone call to
Butch and told the fighter to come to his office. Butch lived in an apartment
next door so could be there in a few minutes. Danny and Mr. Smith began
discussing monetary details. Much to Danny's delight, Mr. Smith was ready to
bet $5,000 that his fighter could beat Butch Kelly. They decided the fight
would be held that Friday night. Soon Butch Kelly came into the office. He sat
down and asked when his next victim would be ready for a beating. Butch was
told the details and agreed to all of them.

Finally, Danny chimed in "When can we meet your fighter?"

Mr. Smith responded, "You already have." "You mean you?" asked a shocked
Danny. Mr. Smith did not look like a fighter.

Smith answered, "No, not me. Her." Gesturing to the small girl sitting behind
him.

Danny and Butch burst out in laughter. When he got his composure Danny said,
"You gotta be kidding. You're going to bet $5,000 that that little girl can
beat Butch in a boxing match? How much does she weigh, 100 pounds?"

Smith responded, "She's 5 feet 1 inch, weighs exactly 102 pounds, and is 25
years old and yes I will bet $5,000 that she can beat your champ. Now are you
willing to take on all comers or not?"

Danny realized the man was serious. He looked over Smith's shoulder at the
girl filing her nails on the couch and asked, "Honey are you really willing to
get in the ring and fight Butch here?"

The girl glanced up at him with her beautiful dark eyes and long black hair
that framed her flawless Asian face and said, "Yes."

Danny, who just noticed how incredibly attractive she was, looked back at
Smith and said, "Where is she from?"

"The Philippines." Answered Smith.

Butch chimed in, "I got no problem beating up a chick for $5,000."

"Ok, you got yourself a fight Smith. I hope she doesn't get killed but Butch
isn't going to hold anything back." Said Danny.

Smith responded, "We wouldn't have it any other way, would we Sara? See you
Friday night Danny."

Fight night arrived and the arena was packed. The preliminary bouts were over.
They were both very good fights and the crowd had gotten their money's worth.
Now it was time for the main event. Sara come out of the locker room and
walked down the aisle escorted by Smith and another corner man. Smith was
smiling widely as he had made a large number of side bets and expected to make
a huge profit on this fight. The crowd was cheering and applauding as Sara
moved down to the ring and climbed through the ropes. She was a vision of
exotic female fitness and beauty. Her hair was pulled back in a long ponytail
that hung down to the small of her back. She wore a black sports bra that
highlighted her round shoulders and V-shaped back. Her arms looked very toned.
Her flat tight stomach was bare. Her abdominal muscles were just barely
visible beneath the soft yellow skin. She wore tight black bicycle shorts that
clung to her broad curvaceous hips and firm round butt like they were painted
on. She wore blue boxing gloves. Her flesh was covered with a thin coat of
sweat that she had worked up shadow boxing in the dressing room. Despite her
tiny size she looked like a true athlete standing in her corner throwing
punches in the air as Smith massaged her shoulders.

Soon Butch Kelly came to the ring with his entourage and his title belt around
his waist (Danny had designed the belt himself) and his blue gloves raised
overhead as he walked. He was handsome and muscular and his face was the
picture of confidence. The announcer entered the ring and it was time for the
introductions.

"Ladies and gentlemen this is the main event of the evening. 10 rounds of
boxing for the Club Championship. In the corner to my left from the
Philippines, wearing the black top and matching shorts, she weighs in at an
even 102 pounds, the challenger, Sara, the Power of the Orient!" A cheer went
up from the crowd. "And in the corner to my right, our hometown favorite,
wearing the white trunks with red trim, he weighs in at 200lbs, undefeated
with 22 wins, no losses, and 15 knockouts, the champion Butch Kelly!" A huge
roar went up from the crowd for the popular champion. Looking at the two
combatants receiving their instructions most of the people in the audience
thought this match must be a joke. Butch towered over Sara by 10 inches and
outweighed her by nearly 100 pounds. He was huge and muscular. She was small
and slender, obviously in shape but no match for a man like Butch.

The formalities were over and the bell was sounded for round 1. The two
fighters moved out of their corners and to the center of the ring. Sara was
bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet with her gloves in front of her face
as they circled each other. Butch had decided he would show her no quarter and
fight her as he would any other opponent. The champ threw a right hook that
Sara ducked under. He then snapped out 3 quick left jabs that were each
blocked by Sara's right glove. Butch was surprised by the girl's skill. He
threw a right-left combination and Sara slipped the punches. Then Butch swung
a right haymaker at his opponent's head. Sara ducked under the blow stepped
into Butch and began pounding away at his midsection. Her fists moved like
pistons, the punches landed with huge thuds. Butch let out a loud "OOF" with
each blow. He tried to back away and put some space between himself and the
tiny hellcat but Sara stuck to him and continued punching away at his stomach
as he backed into the ropes. Butch was unable to effectively punch downward at
his attacker. The huge champion tried to cover up but most of the punches were
getting through and Butch was being chopped down like a tree. The champ was
now bending forward at the waist and Sara took advantage. She fired a huge
right uppercut into Butch's chin. The blow straightened him up and sent him
bouncing off the ropes. As he came off the ropes he wrapped his muscular arms
around Sara in a clinch. The two grappled out into the center of the ring.
Butch freed his right arm and began pounding his fist into Sara's ribs. Four
blows thudded home before the referee was able to make Butch break the clinch.
Butch tried to back peddle away from Sara but she stalked him and cut off the
ring. When she moved in Butch saw an opportunity and threw a right cross that
caught Sara on the jaw snapping her head to the right. She countered with a
right-left-right combination to the champ's face that drove him into a corner.
Butch was stunned and tried to cover up in the corner. Sara was moving in when
the bell sounded ending the first round.

Sara sat down in her corner and rested her arms on the second rope as Smith
and her corner man gave her water and rubbed her down. Butch looked very
concerned as Danny frantically gave him instructions and his corner men worked
on him. The bell sounded for round 2.

Butch Kelly rushed across the ring and caught Sara coming out of her corner
with a left and right to her head that drove her back into the corner. Sara
covered her face and Butch went downstairs punching away at her midsection.
The blows appeared to have no effect as they bounced off of the hard stomach
muscles that lay just beneath the soft smooth skin of the tiny Oriental
warrior. After landing 6 or 7 blows to Sara's stomach Butch tried to move up
to her head. But his blows were blocked and Sara countered with a series of
lightning fast punches that drove the male fighter out of the corner and into
the center of the ring. There he tried to fight back but the lithe challenger
circled and danced around him, dodging his punches and moving in to land her
own at will. Finally, Sara landed a right cross to Butch's temple. His knees
buckled and he crumpled to the canvas. The ref ordered Sara to a neutral
corner she moved to the farthest corner and stood there with her arms resting
on the top rope breathing heavily.

The ref began the count, "1...2...3...4..." Butch was close enough to the
ropes that he could grab them and began climbing up the ropes like a ladder.
He was dizzy and could not see straight but he knew he had to get up,
"6...7...8" Butch was on his feet. He was unsteady but his hands were up and
he told the ref he was okay when asked. The ref said, "fight."

When Sara moved in Butch grabbed her and held on for dear life. The ref broke
the clinch just as the bell rang ending the round. Butch moved to his corner
and his people began working furiously on him. There was a cut over his right
eye and swelling under his left. Sara sat down with her arms resting on her
thighs and her gloves between her legs. She told Smith, "This is the round."
The bell rang for round 3.

The champ moved tentatively out of his corner. Sara moved deliberately across
the ring and began stalking her prey like a jungle cat. She cut off the ring
until Butch could no longer move away. As she moved in Butch threw a right
hand that was blocked. Sara fired off a right cross-followed by 3 left jabs,
another right cross and a left hook. The series of devastating punches left
Butch staggering across the ring. He appeared to be out on his feet. Sara
moved in and threw a few light punches to drive Butch out into the center of
the ring. The crowd was on it's feet screaming wildly. They smelled blood.
Danny was yelling at the top of his lungs for Butch to cover up and move away
from Sara but Butch was beyond hearing anything. Sara moved slowly towards
Butch in the middle of the ring. She sent a huge left uppercut into the champ'
solar plexus causing him to double over and his knees to buckle. Then she
swung an overhand right into the side of his head that sent him down
face-first into the canvas. He hit the ground and rolled over on to his back
out cold. Sara stood quietly in the corner as the ref completed the 10 count
and ended the fight. The only thing Butch did during the count was open his
eyes. They were almost focused when Danny ran into the ring to see if he was
all right.

The announcer entered the ring to make it official, "The winner at 1 minute 12
seconds of round three by knockout and NEW CHAMPION, SARA, THE POWER OF THE
ORIENT!" The crowd went wild. The ref raised Sara's hand over her head in
victory. When the ref let go, Sara raised both gloved hands above her head.
Then she lowered her arms until they were parallel with the ground. Slowly she
curled her fists inward. Two rock-hard biceps grew on her arms. The muscles
looked like cue balls under her skin. They were perfectly smooth and almost
perfectly round. The 5 foot 1 inch tigress held the victory pose and paraded
around the ring so everyone could see her powerful muscles. The ex-champion
Butch watched the nubile young Asian beauty move around the ring as he was
helped to his feet and through the ropes. As he looked at her displaying her
perfect physique he thought to himself, "I do not want a rematch."