The Hannah Chronicles 2. Hannah Gets Tougher.
by Strongarm4
Hannah gets an unpleasant surprise from a jealous wife.

Hannah enjoyed her early morning rides to the gym on her mountain bike. On a warm summer morning she could start early and beat the worst of the traffic, go through her usual training routine then carry on to college. It was important that the 6 foot tall brunette kept in shape. Hannah was financing her way through college by fighting at a large and popular fight club specialising in various types of female combat. So far the muscular young student was unbeaten, indeed her first successful fight was against the club champ whom Hannah had beaten after a gruelling submissions match. Since then Hannah had won a rematch and gone on to defeat a number of other opponents. Now the club owner intended to put the tall brunette up against some out of town girls at a much higher fee. Hannah was certainly enjoying herself a lot more than in her previous employment working in a store. She had always loved to fight, growing up with three brothers saw to that, and the money was much, much better.
When Hannah arrived at the gym she made her way into the basement garage from where she could use her own key to get into the gym. At this time of the morning the building was usually deserted, that’s why she had been given her own key, but this morning the garage had another occupant, a plump blonde of medium height standing by an old pick up.
Hannah dismounted from the mountain bike whilst looking questioningly at the blonde who had started to walk towards her.
“Hi,” Hannah called out, “I’m afraid there’s no-one here at this time of morning, I’ve got an arrangement with the owners to let myself in but I’m afraid I can’t let you in till some staff arrive.”
“Who says I want to go in,” replied the blonde sharply, “I don’t see any point in going to the Gym.”
Hannah smiled to herself, the tubby blonde could do with taking out a membership she thought.
“It’s you I want to see, that’s if you’re Hannah, that is,” the blonde continued. Hannah looked at the woman with fresh interest, who was she and what did she want?
“Sure,“ she replied, “I’m Hannah, what can I do for you?”
“Yeah, I thought as much,” the blonde replied, “there can’t be many around like you.” Hannah took this as a reference to her astonishing physique, she was 6 feet tall and 180 lbs of solid muscle.
“So how can I help you.” she asked.
“It’s what you’ve been doing to help Dave, is what I want to talk to you about,” the blonde replied. Hannah gasped in surprise, so this was Dave’s wife, Wendy, or the Pit Bull as he had often referred to the woman now standing before her. Dave was the manager of the store Hannah used to work at, it was him who had got her started in the fight club.
“So just what do you want with me,” asked Hannah.
“You know damn well what I want, you slut,” came the reply, “you’ve been messing around with my husband haven't you and now I’m here to put a stop to all that. You good looking babes think you can do as you please, well you don’t with my husband.”
Hannah smiled and looked down at the blonde in the same way that she had learned to use her size to intimidate opponents in the ring.
“I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied, “there’s certainly nothing going on between me and Dave.” That was pretty well true now thought Hannah as she began to turn away from Wendy. There had been a brief but inconclusive encounter but that had been it and Hannah didn’t want a big scene, there was no point after all and she was looking forwards to her work out. This damned Wendy was spoiling her previous good mood.
As Hannah turned away Wendy took a swing at the brunette, the punch took the Hannah quite by surprise and caught her on the side of the jaw. Wendy had all her not inconsiderable weight behind the punch and Hannah crashed to the floor, her head spinning wildly. The Pit Bull watched Hannah as the brunette slowly began to prop herself up on her elbows whilst shaking her head. The big brunette looked stunned, there was a look of total disbelief on her face, the fat bitch had actually dared to hit her. Meanwhile Wendy casually gave Hannah a sharp poke in the ribs with her foot.
“Come on muscle girl, get up, you’re supposed to be tough aren’t you,” taunted the tubby blonde. Hannah shook her head gingerly and slowly climbed to her feet watching Wendy carefully as she did so. The big brunette felt shaky but furious, just who did this bitch think she was? Hannah was fully upright now and stood facing the smirking blonde.
“Well come on bitch what are you waiting for?” Wendy sneered.
Nothing, thought Hannah, as she lunged forwards intending to grab Wendy in a head lock that the blonde would never forget. But things didn't work out as planned, the blow to Hannah’s head had dulled her reactions and as the big brunette leaped forwards Wendy stepped neatly aside and landed a second punch just below Hannah’s rib cage. The brunette stumbled forwards, gasping for breath, whilst Wendy followed up by kicking Hannah’s legs from under her. For the second time the big brunette found herself on the garage floor listening to the blonde’s jeering voice.
“When I told Dave I was going to come over and see you he told me I was stupid. He said that you would give me a hiding,” Wendy jeered, “but it don’t look that way from where I’m standing, and I am the one that’s standing aren't I,” she added with a sneer.
Hannah had begun to start to get up. The big brunette was on all fours but before she could get any further Wendy lashed out with her right foot and kicked Hannah hard in the ribs. The brunette collapsed to the concrete again and attempted to roll herself into a ball as Wendy kept up the attack kicking her again and again until she appeared to grow tired of her sport.
“I hope I’ve made my point,” the blonde sneered, “you big muscle girls are all the same, when it comes to a real fight you’re nothing.” Looking down at Hannah’s motionless form Wendy began to laugh.
“Nothing, do you hear, now keep away from Dave or there’ll be more of the same,” she snarled as she walked back to her truck feeling well satisfied with her mornings work.
Hannah cursed silently to herself as she waited until she heard Wendy climb into her truck and drive out of the garage before she even attempted to move. Every slight action sent pain throbbing through her body whilst the sound of the blonde’s laughter seemed to echo through the deserted building taunting her with her humiliation.
Hannah was still stunned by what had just happened to her, after all the brunette stood 6 feet tall and weighed 180 lbs. What’s more that was 180 lbs of pure muscle. The big brunette had beaten every challenger so far at the fight club, yet here she was grovelling around on a dirty garage floor after being beaten up by Dave’s loud mouth, over-fed wife of all people. As Hannah climbed slowly to her feet she attempted to make sense of what had just happened to her whilst gently bending and prodding herself to assess the damage Wendy had caused.

It turned out that the damage wasn’t as bad as Hannah had feared. After the embarrassment of getting one of the gym staff to drive her and her mountain bike home Hannah visited her doctor. The big brunette had suffered two cracked ribs and a lot of bruising, other than that she had got off lightly. What was far worse was the knowledge that she had let herself be bushwhacked by the Pit Bull. Hannah soon came to realise that she had been overconfident in her treatment of the woman and she had been very lucky, the result could have been very much worse. As it was the brunette was unable to train for a few weeks and was obviously unable to fight at the club for a while.

Instead Hannah took a holiday. Her interest in weights and fighting had been encouraged by an instructor called Pete in her home town gym when she was in her mid-teens. Pete had subsequently moved away and started up a gym of his own and this was Hannah’s recuperation destination.
She couldn't have chosen a better place to stay. Pete had always been fond of her and taken an interest in her training. Indeed Hannah had learnt many of her skills from him, and she was allowed to rest and recuperate in private. After all, wandering around her college town covered in bruises would have caused her a lot of embarrassment, she was supposed to be the toughest girl in town.
As her ribs healed Hannah began to train again with even more determination than ever. She was convinced that Wendy had only been able to beat her up because the blonde had sucker-punched her. Pete was in total agreement after hearing what had happened and was extremely supportive. He knew Hannah was a natural fighter and had been pleased she had been doing so well in club fights. Together they aimed to make the brunette even stronger and more formidable in the ring whilst Hannah also had another goal in mind.
Finally one morning after a particularly strenuous session that left Pete flat on his back, pinned beneath the powerful brunette, both he and Hannah knew she was ready to return to the ring.
“Well you’re certainly back on form,” Pete said looking up at the brunette who straddled him. Hannah looked fitter than ever and her usual self-confidence had returned. The big student had the old confident gleam in her eyes and looked eager to get back into the ring.
“Are you ready to fight in the club again,” he asked although already knowing the answer.
“Sure,” came the quick reply, “but I have a little unfinished business to attend to first.” Hannah looked down into her trainer’s eyes and grinned. Pete didn't look overly surprised at the reply.
“So you're going after her first,” he said, “I guess I can’t blame you, you must want your revenge pretty bad.”
“You bet,” Hannah replied, “I’m going to show Wendy what ‘tough’ is all about.” She grinned, “there'll be no sucker punches this time I can assure you. It’s going to be Hannah versus The Pit Bull, no holds barred, and this time the right person is going to win.”
Pete smiled to himself, if only he could have arranged to be there he would have, it was going to be one hell of a fight, somewhat one-sided he guessed, but fun to watch!

A few days later Hannah marched into a bar on the outskirts of town. Pausing to let her eyes adjust to the gloom the tall brunette looked around and spotted Wendy the Pit Bull with a bunch of her friends standing at the bar.
Without hesitating Hannah strode over to the group.
“Hi Wendy, remember me?” she asked. Wendy turned away from her friends and smiled at the newcomer.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Miss Muscles,” the blonde sneered, “have you come around for a little more punishment, or do you just want my autograph.” Wendy and her friends laughed in unison.
“Actually I wanted a little talk,” replied Hannah, “I think we have some unfinished business to discuss.”
“Really,” Wendy grinned, “I thought I finished your business once and for all in the gym garage.”
“No, that was just the opening negotiations, I’m here to close the deal,” Hannah replied. The big brunette was standing a few steps away from Wendy out of reach of any unpleasant surprises and could see that Wendy’s friends had gone quiet. All looked to Wendy for her reaction, she was obviously used to holding court here and had most likely told them all about her encounter with Hannah.
“Well as you’re obviously some sort of masochist I guess we’ll just have to go out back and finish this,” replied the blonde, “I take it you’ve got an ambulance waiting.” Wendy’s friends laughed again although some of it sounded a bit forced to Hannah. A number of people were studying the brunette’s physique and nodding to themselves as though they were aware of Hannah’s reputation and as the two girls went out to the backyard of the bar pretty well all of the assembled drinkers followed them out.

Both women immediately began to circle the other. Wendy seemed less confident out in the open, for the first time she seemed to realise exactly how big Hannah was.
“Well lard butt, what are you waiting for,” Hannah asked with a grin. With a snarl on her lips Wendy flung herself forwards fully intent on ripping Hannah’s head off, but this time the brunette was ready for her, stepping aside Hannah planted her fist deep into Wendy’s large belly. The big blonde exhaled loudly as Hannah reached forward and slipped a side head lock on her opponent. With Wendy’s head tightly encased by her muscular arm Hannah proceeded to drag the wheezing blonde around the circle of spectators before throwing her over her hip.
“Come on lard butt, get up, your friends are waiting,” growled Hannah. The big blonde gamely began to struggle to her feet. Hannah waited till Wendy was upright then hit her with a spinning round kick that deposited the blonde back on the ground. This time the brunette didn't wait for Wendy to get up, rather she leapt on top of the blonde got an arm around Wendy’s neck then wrapped her muscular legs around Wendy’s middle. For a few moments the blonde tried to wriggle her way out of the hold but Hannah’s legs, thigh muscles bulging, began to squeeze the breath from Wendy’s lungs. The tall brunette continued to pile on the pressure as Wendy’s face began to turn a deep shade of red, then sensing the right moment Hannah released her hold and climbed on top of the motionless blonde pinning her shoulders to the ground.
“Well, well, things aren't working out quite right today are they,” the brunette sneered, “maybe I should give you a chance to get your breath back and you can have another try.”
“Fuck you,” replied the blonde as she tried to get her breathing back under control. Hannah laughed then bitch slapped the blonde.
“Now, now, language,” said Hannah with a grin, “I think it’s time to play some more, don’t you?” The big brunette climbed off her opponent and waited for Wendy to stand up. Wendy obliged but took her time about it, in truth the blonde was wondering what the hell to do.
Again she threw herself at Hannah. It was a big mistake as the brunette sidestepped, then tripped the big blonde. As Wendy began to get up Hannah kicked her hard in the ribs. Wendy rolled over clutching at her side. Quick as a flash Hannah grabbed the blonde’s right arm and twisted it up behind her back. The blonde cried out in pain as Hannah jerked her to her feet. The blonde was sobbing to herself as she realised what a stupid mistake she had made. She had tricked Hannah in their first encounter but in a fair fight she had no answer to the big brunette. Wendy’s side felt as though it had been hit by a sledgehammer, now things got worse as Hannah released the blonde sending her staggering. The brunette waited until Wendy stood still then finished her opponent off with a standing kick that lifted the blonde into the air before she crashed to the ground with a scream of pain.
“That’s to say thank you for two cracked ribs,” snarled the Hannah. The big brunette then bent down and grabbed Wendy by her long blonde hair and dragged her across the yard towards her friends depositing Wendy in a heap in front of them.
“Here’s your tough friend,” said Hannah, “best you get her to a doctor.” She bent down and pulled Wendy’s face close to hers, “let that be a lesson to you, if you cheat you always get paid back.”
With that Hannah let Wendy’s face fall forwards and walked back into the bar. Pausing only to thank the bar man for the use of his yard the big brunette strode out of the building and got on her mountain bike. The ride back into town was a delight. Hannah smiled all the way back to the gym. Now, she thought, lets get back in the ring. Anyone who got in with her had better watch out!