TIGER’S TITANIC TITLE MATCH

A brutal foxy boxing match between an aging legend and a rising newcomer.


THE PRINCIPLES:

TIGER JONES: A legendary ageless black foxy boxing light heavyweight champ who
has dominated her weight division for more than 20 years. Though 40+ years old
she’s still a lean, mean fighting machine with an incredible record of 515-0-0
with 427 knockouts. Though mature in appearance she’s still rock hard and
built like a brick outhouse at 44-24-36. Her two seconds are two of her
teenage daughters who have watched her fight their entire lives.

THE MASKED MYSTERY WOMAN: A young black female foxy boxer who has always
fought in a mask like an old time wrestler. She feels the mystery makes her
harder for her opponents to psyche and is a real turnon for the male fans as
they try to imagine what she looks like. She’s a complete mystery: from parts
unknown, name and age unknown, though she appears to be in her early twenties
with a lean, muscular body with 41-24-34 measurements. Since she appeared out
of nowhere a year and a half ago she had been tearing up the foxy boxing
circuit and has a record of 21-0-0 with 19 knockouts. She’s felt to be the
first real competition for Tiger in years.

Prefight interview: "Tiger, do you take the Masked Mystery seriously? She
looks to be a real threat to take your belt."

Tiger: "I’ve had more than 500 bitches try and they all ended up beaten and
begging for mercy. I don’t underestimate anyone, that’s why I’ve been champ so
long. I’ll handle this kid like I did all the others. I’ll be champ to the day
I retire undefeated!"

"Mystery, you’ re fighting a legend here, that’s got to make you nervous."

Mystery: "The only thing I’m nervous about is that I have absolutely nothing
to wear to that old bitch’s funeral! Tiger is nothing but an old pussy and
tonight I’m going to be putting the cat out for good! I hope she has her
Medicare card with her because she’s going to need it today!"

The trash talk has gotten Tiger angry at an opponent for the first time in
years. Mystery has been dissing her for weeks up to the match. Tiger knew the
youngster was a good fighter but had no doubts that she’ll take her with ease.
The lack of respect, though, had begun to get to her. She has agreed to a
Jamaican rules match. No round limits, no holds barred, and no TKO’s.
Knockouts requiring a 20 count and submissions as the only way to end the
bout.

Tiger came to the ring first with her two teenage daughters Tanya and Tiffany
as her experienced seconds. Tiger showed up topless in a thong to show Mystery
she was not intimidated by her youthful body. She was still a looker and built
to last.

Mystery came to the ring accompanied by two rock hard studs in G-strings
straight from a Chippendale’s review for her seconds. She wore her white mask
covering her entire head except for the eye and mouth openings. She
grandstanded for the audience by leaping over the top rope into the ring and
throwing off her robe to show that she was fighting topless too. She
showboated more by flexing her young, lithe body and showing off her muscles
to the crowd. She looked over at Tiger and flexed both of her arms to show her
biceps.

"It isn’t too late for you to quit while you’re ahead," she taunted Tiger.
"Save yourself a beating and just hand me the belt. Then you can head out to
your Senior Citizens meeting!"

Tiger was fuming. Nobody’s ever dissed her like this before. She willed
herself to calm down. She knew Mystery was trying to goad her into being
careless. She’d settle it in the ring like she always had before. She was
going to enjoy taking this bitch apart.

The fighters came to the center of the ring to get their instructions from the
referee.

"Okay girls," Julie Juggs, the referee, said, "I know this is for all the
marbles, but I want to keep it as clean as what little rules we have allow. No
limits on the punching and no TKO’s or throwing in the towel. Knockouts or
submissions are the only two ways to end the fight. No biting or gouging the
eyes. Touch gloves, and when the bell rings, come out fighting!"

The two fighters stepped together and touched gloves. Mystery leaned over and
whispered into Tiger’s ear: "Play it smart, bitch. Stay down when I hit you
and you won’t suffer too much. I know most of your fans are too old to be up
this late, but I don’t want to give the few that are a coronary when I make
hamburger out of you!"

Tiger backed off with murder in her eyes! Nobody talked to her like that.

"Save your B.S., kid," she answered. "I was going to go easy on you, but now I
going beat you to a pulp!"

Mystery just laughed and turned to go back to her corner. "Big talk from an
old loser. Let’s see how it sounds after I knock your dentures into the 15th
row!"

Tiger was fuming as she go back to her corner. Mystery was getting to her.
"Calm down Mom,"

Tiffany told her as she checked her gloves and Tanya massaged her shoulders to
loosen her up. "She wants you mad so that you’ll be careless. Don’t fall for
it."

"Remember," Tanya added, "we’ve watched the videos of her fights. She is one
tough bitch and she won’t be a pushover. Concentrate and make her fight your
fight."

"Okay," Tiger answered, taking deep breaths try to calm down and get ready to
fight.

Mystery stood relaxed in her corner with her gloves draped over the top ropes.
Her hunky seconds massaged her legs and arms as she waited for the bell. She
had an air of supreme confidence and looked at Tiger with a look of disdain.

The bell rang!

Round 1:

Tiger came out fast to the middle of the ring. Mystery had sprung out of her
corner like a rocket and was already waiting for her. She was dancing on her
toes as she looked Tiger over.

"Let’s see," she taunted, "Where should I begin? Blacken your eyes or start
with a cauliflower ear? Decisions, decisions."

Tiger went after her and threw a hard left hook at Mystery’s big mouth to shut
the slut up. Mystery slipped it with ease and danced around to Tiger’s back.

"You swing like a rusty gate," Mystery sneered. "Here, let me make it easy for
you." She stopped and jutted out her jaw and pointed to it, mugging for the
audience. "Take you best shot," she dared Tiger.

This was too much. Tiger took the bait. She swung a murderous right at the jaw
only to see it spring back like it was on a coil. Her glove whistled through
empty air and she twisted halfway around. Mystery moved in as quickly as a
snake and landed a beautiful left-right-left combination to Tiger’s face and
danced out of range again before she knew what hit her.

Tiger shook her head for a second. The bitch could punch. Her fists were like
lightening and she had force behind them. Her face stung from the punches. She
was even more mad for letting herself fall into such an obvious trap like a
first time fighter. She glared at Tiger and started to chase her.

Mystery kept on her toes and moved around the ring like a ballerina. She was
one mean ballerina, though. She moved in and out of range and peppered Tiger
with quick jabs to the face and midsection and dodged all of Tiger’s
counterpunches like they were nothing. The jabs weren’t enough to do any real
damage but they were adding up and Tiger was beginning to worry. She hadn’t
had this much trouble with an opponent in a long time. Mystery clipped her on
the jaw with a left, then went down to her midsection with a quick one-two and
came up with another left to the jaw before slipping out of range again. She
hadn’t landed a punch on the kid yet and she had taken dozens! This was
shaping up to be one tough night.

She tried to use her superior weight to push Mystery into the ropes, but the
youngster was no fool. She let Tiger come on at her and slipped out at the
last second like a matador evading a charging bull. Tiger ended up hitting the
ropes instead and when she came off Mystery was there waiting. She landed a
beautiful one-two combination to the face, then a hard left hook to the
midsection that knocked the wind out of the surprised champ and folded her up.
She followed through with a perfect right cross to the jaw that knocked Tiger
back against the ropes.

Tiger was the one who was trapped against the ropes now and Mystery took full
advantage of it and unloaded a barrage of rights and lefts at the stunned
champ. Tiger was rattled. For the first time in years she was confused and
couldn’t think of what to do. Instinctively she covered up and took as much of
the pounding that Mystery was dishing out on her arms and gloves. Mercifully
the bell rang to end round one.

Mystery backed off, threw her arms up in the air as if already declaring
victory and strutted back to her corner. Tiger stood leaning against the
ropes, dazed for a moment, and walked slowly back to her corner.

Tiffany and Tanya worked on their mother. She had some good bruises on her
face and the beginning of a black eye on the left. She was sweating hard and
breathing heavily. The two sister exchanged worried looks. "Calm down, Mom,"
Tiffany said. "You got to try to control the fight. You’re letting her set the
pace. Make her come to you."

"She is," Tiger gasped. "Problem is she’s kicking my ass when she gets there.
I’ve got to catch her and get her on the ropes or in the corner. She’s too
fast for me to get into a foot race with."

Mystery refused to sit on her stool. She stood in her corner smirking at the
champ. "I told you to save yourself the pain, bitch!" she said to Tiger. "Come
and get some more if you’ve got the guts!"

The bell rang for round two.

Round 2

Tiger came out. She was wary now and tried to hold her ground and make Mystery
come in at her. She hoped to trap her inside and land some heavy punches to
try and slow her down. Mystery continued her dance around her and refused to
play. She kept coming in and peppering her with more jabs and dancing away as
Tiger flailed back.

The punches were taking their toll. Tiger’s face was burning. Her arms were
bruised from all the punches she had blocked and Mystery kept dancing around
her without a mark on her. She lunged out at her but Mystery just side stepped
her with ease.

"Getting pretty slow in your old age, aren’t you," she laughed and planted a
nice overhand right into Tiger’s left eye again.

Tiger was beginning to breathe heavily. Things weren’t going the way the were
supposed to. She kept throwing patented hooks and jabs but she couldn’t
connect with the moving target. Mystery seemed to be getting faster as Tiger
slowed down. She seemed to have an endless supply of energy and for the first
time Tiger wondered if she had enough.

Tiger tried to move in again but Mystery ducked under her left hook and
answered with a wicked one of her own that caught Tiger flush on the jaw.
Tiger’s head snapped back and she saw stars. She stood there stunned for a
second and that’s all Mystery needed.

Mystery opened up her attack and showered Tiger with rights and lefts. Hooks,
jabs, left and right crosses, uppercuts to the face and body. Tiger reeled
back from the powerful punches as Mystery showed she really had power as well
as speed. Tanya and Tiffany watched in horror as Mystery drove Tiger back
across the ring and into the ropes. Trapped, Mystery poured on the beating
even more. Tiger was crumbling. She could see the punches coming but her arms
wouldn’t obey her commands. Her gloves dropped to her side. She was
defenseless against her brutal challenger.

Mystery wasn’t about to show her any mercy, either. She bounced left and
rights off Tiger’s head like she was working a speedbag. Then she moved
downstairs and drove her fists deep into Tiger’s belly. Tiger grunted with
each murderous punch and the air was literally being beaten from her body but
was helpless to do anything. For the first time in her life she was really
taking a beating!

Mystery final got bored and backed off to admire her work. Tiger was looking
the worse for wear. If she hadn’t been leaning up against the ropes, she’d be
down on the mat. Her left eye was swelled half closed and Mystery had drawn
blood as a thin stream trickled from the corner of Tiger’s mouth. Mystery was
proud of her work, but she wasn’t finished. When she was done, there’d be
nothing left of this fossil.

Mystery smashed her right glove into Tiger’s ample left breast and flattened
it against her chest. Tiger gasped in pain. Mystery followed up by flattening
the right breast with her left glove. Then she opened up a rhythm and pounded
Tiger’s breasts like a pair of speed bags. She was going to knock out those
knockers.

After a full minute of boob bashing, Mystery took a break and surveyed her
opponent again. Tiger was helpless, paralyzed with pain, hardly sure of where
she was.

She leaned over and whispered into Tiger’s ear: "I hoped you’d give me a
little bit of a fight," she said, "but I guess you’re even too far over the
hill for that. Well, time to put granny to bed!"

She stood back, wound up her right fist for a finishing punch and unleashed a
murderous right haymaker that caught Tiger right on the jaw. Tiger’s head was
almost torn off. Her mouth piece flew out of her mouth as she did a complete
360 turn and crumbled face first to the mat.

"Tiger is down," the announcer cried to the TV audience. "Mystery has battered
the champ into a chump! Tiger is kissing the canvas and hasn’t even laid a
glove on her opponent. It looks like this is the end for Tiger’s long reign!"

The count went on "7...8...9...10...11...12.... Ding!"

The bell rang saving Tiger. Mystery strutted back to her corner to the cheers
of the crowd while Tiffany and Tanya went out and helped their mother back to
her corner. They were experienced seconds and went to work trying to put Tiger
back together. Tanya put smelling salts under her nose while Tiffany went to
work with a septic stick to stop the bleeding from a couple of small cuts on
her face. Then she put an ice pack on her left eye to try and keep the
swelling down while Tanya gave her Mother some water. Tiger shook her head to
clear the cobwebs as she came around.

"You Okay, Mom?", Tanya asked worriedly. "You’re taking a real pasting out
there. Maybe you should take the count before you really get hurt."

Tiger spit out her water angrily. "No way in hell is that little whore going
to get my title unless she knocks me out, and she’s going have to kill me to
do it," she snarled. "I’ve hocked the house and the car and bet everything
we’ve got on this fight. I’m not going to lose it by taking a dive."

She looked across the ring at Mystery who stood in her corner laughing with
her seconds. She looked over and saw that Tiger was watching her and lifted up
her right glove and pointed at it, warning her what was going to come. Tiger
pulled herself up at the buzzer and prepared to go back and fight. The bell
rang.

Round 3

Tiger started out but was surprised as Mystery shot across the ring like a
bullet and trapped her in the corner before her girls could barely get the
stool out of the ring. Tiger tried to cover up again as Mystery rained lefts
and rights all over her body. She kept getting through her defense with solid
punches to the face, boobs, and midsection. Mystery was living up to her
reputation as a wrecking machine.

Tiger suddenly whipped out a straight right that caught an off guard Mystery
flush on her left nipple and knocked her back a step. Mystery paused for a
second, appreciating that Tiger had managed to still put some force behind the
punch, but it wasn’t enough to slow her down for more than a moment.

"So you still got something left, huh?", she said as she rubbed her sore tit.
"You’ll pay for that."

Mystery let fly a lightening left-right-left combination to Tiger’s tits that
knocked them back and forth. She covered up her boobs only to have Mystery
move down to her belly and then back to her face as she tried to cover up.
Mystery then connected with a solid left cross to the jaw that pushed Tiger
back into the corner. Trapped, Tiger could do nothing but try to cover while
Mystery threw everything but the kitchen sink at her. Tanya and Tiffany
watched in horror as their Mother continued to take a terrific beating at
Mystery’s fists.

In desperation Tiger threw herself into Mystery’s arms and clinched, trying to
get some time to recover. She held on tight to tie up the arms which had been
battering her so effectively.

Mystery smiled. She knew she had Tiger on the run. This was turning out better
than she had ever imagined. She had wanted to mop up the ring with the old
bag, but now that wasn’t enough. She decided that she didn’t just want to win,
she wanted to destroy and humiliate the old has been.

"Rough night, old lady?", she whispered into Tiger’s ear as they clinched.
"Well, this is only the beginning. You’re going to wish that all I did to you
was beat you up!"

Mystery reached down and hooked the side of Tiger’s thong with her thumbs.

"How about a wedgie?", she asked and pulled up hard.

Tiger grimaced as the thong cut into her delicate private area. "You son of a
..." she started.

"Now, now," Mystery interrupted, "let’s not get personal. Seeing that this is
probably going to be your last fight, why don’t we let the fans get one good
last look at you, all of you!", she grinned.

With that she yanked even harder and ripped the thong right off of Tiger and
threw it out of the ring. Tiger had the humiliation of being stripped naked on
worldwide TV! The crowd was going wild!

Mystery pushed Tiger out of the clinch so everyone could get a good look at
her. Tiger had shaved her pubic area to wear the thong so it was a great view
of everything.

"Time to put out the cat, hon," Mystery said, "and I do mean for good!"

Mystery pumped a rapid fire attack of rights to Tiger’s face to work on her
injured eye. She follow through with a series of wicked uppercuts to the gut
that sank deep into her abdominal area. Then she turned her attention back to
Tiger’s boobs and started a machine gun attack that batted them back and forth
across Tiger’s chest. Tiger kept trying to block the punches but they were
just coming too fast. Mystery slapped her ineffectual blocks away like she was
swatting flies. Tiger took over a minute of this pounding without being able
to land a single counterpunch. She was pushed back into the corner again and
was taking a pounding to her already battered tits. Finally Mystery wound up
and threw a wicked left hook to the left side of her head that knocked Tiger
back to the canvas.

Tiger was on her hands and knees trying to catch her breath. She could hear
the referee counting: "1...2....3....4...." Her vision was blurred but she
could raise her head and see Mystery strutting up and down the ring with her
arms in the air. She figured Tiger was finished. Tiger reached up and grabbed
the middle rope and painfully pulled herself up at the count of 15.

Mystery shook her head as she let Tiger get to her feet. "You’re just a
glutton for punishment," she mocked. "What can I say? I’m happy to oblige!"

Mystery moved back in on Tiger, who continued to cover up as best she could as
she was knocked around the ring. Mystery was really giving her a boxing
lesson! Hooks, crosses, uppercuts, jabs, they were peppered all over the
champ. She pushed Tiger up against the ropes again and let loose with a series
of murderous hooks to the midsection when the bell rang to end the round.

Tiger leaned up against the ropes, breathing hard, a glassy look in her eyes.
He ebony body glistened with sweat and the cameras of SexTV lingered on the
view of her full frontal nudity. She looked a mess. It was hard to see how she
could come back for the pounding that she was taking. She looked around for a
second to find her corner, then slowly trudged over to it and slumped down
onto her stool.

Tiffany and Tanya worked on her frantically with ice bags and smelling salts.
The left eye was continuing to swell and would be completely closed soon.
Tiffany worried that her Mother would be blind on that side and helpless
against Mystery’s rights, though it was hard to see how it could get much
worse than it was already was.

Tiger leaned back against the corner post and rested her arms on the middle
ropes as Tanya massaged them. She looked over at Mystery who still hadn’t sat
down since the fight had begun. Her one "second" was "massaging" her breast
while she was opening rubbing his crotch with her glove. In his G-string it
wasn’t hard to tell that he was enjoying it! Tiger was furious. The whore was
getting felt up and giving a hand job on live TV! Stripping her naked had been
the worse insult. No one had ever done that. In foxy boxing that was the
ultimate act to show your opponent that they were a loser. Tiger couldn’t
stand for that.

"You want to borrow my panties?", Tiffany asked. "They’ll be a little tight
but better than nothing."

Tiger shook her head angrily. "No. She took them off fair and square, but
she’s going to pay for it good."

"Mom," Tanya said, "she isn’t slowing down yet. You can’t keep taking all of
this. She’s going to cripple or kill you. If you don’t catch her, it’s going
to be all over. The house and the car aren’t worth dying for!"

Tiger didn’t answer. She had made up her mind. She was going to do it her way.
If it didn’t work, she was finished. The buzzer rang and she got up to her
feet very slowly to get ready for the next round. The bell rang.

Round 4

Tiger walked out from her corner. She definitely was moving slower, was more
flat footed, but was still moving. Mystery danced out looking as fresh as a
daisy.

"Okay chump," she called over to Tiger, "let’s finish it now. How do you want
to go, with your block knocked off or you knockers mashed? Hell, I can’t
decide. Guess I’ll just have to do both!"

She moved in on Tiger and again launched a two fisted attack on the covering
woman that knocked her back and forth around the ring. She snapped her head
back a couple of times with some beautiful straight rights and then worked on
hooks to the body. She powered her back into a corner and went to work on her
boobs again. She pushed Tiger’s covering gloves off and pounded her with one
boob buster after another. She felt excited as she felt the soft breast
compress under her powerful blows. She swung in a rhythm as she landed over 20
unanswered punches. Tiger finally threw herself onto her again and clinched to
try to tie up the brutal arms and fists. She stood there locked tit to tit
with Mystery.

"Aw, I didn’t know you cared," Mystery taunted as Tiger held on for dear life.
"Here, let me return the feeling." She grinned evilly at that.

Tiger good eye suddenly opened wide in shock. The cameraman caught it but at
first couldn’t understand the look. They were still tied up in the clinch.
What would be making her look like that? Then he saw it and quickly moved the
camera down into a close up. The fans watching at home and the ones in the
arena looking at the big screens hooted as they saw it: Mystery had moved her
right hand down into Tiger’s groin and was sticking her gloved thumb in and
out of Tiger’s labia! Mystery was humiliating Tiger by finger screwing her in
the middle of the ring!

"You use that much anymore?", Mystery whispered into Tiger’s ear as she worked
her pussy harder. "I don’t usually swing this way, but I want everyone to
really remember the night you got beat!"

Tiger was livid. She had wanted to keep the clinch going as long was possible
to try to rest, but if she did, she’s look like this bitch’s little sex toy.
She pushed Mystery away and broke the clinch.

"Oh, you didn’t like it?", Mystery continued to taunt, with mock sorrow. "I
guess I have to just going back to knocking your brains out then."

Mystery barreled in on Tiger again and hit her tits with more hooks and jabs.
Her proud breasts were now badly bruised and beginning to swell from the
beating. She went downstairs and hooked three nice lefts to the pubic area and
then threw a picture perfect right uppercut to the jaw. Tiger was lifted an
inch off of her feet and went down hard into her belly.

Tiger heard the count start again. 1...2...3..... She slowly moved her arms
under her shoulders and struggled to get up on her knees. Her shapely ass rose
in the air and she had the further humiliation of the TV cameras focusing in
on her genitalia as it stuck up in plain view for everyone to see. She had
more to worry about than embarrassment, though. She had to beat the count or
she was through. She crawled on her hands and knees to the ropes. She grabbed
the lower rope, then the middle, then the top as she painfully pulled herself
up to her feet at 17.

She leaned against the ropes, gasping for breath. Mystery shook her head in
mock pity and moved over to her. Tiger’s eyes were closed and she panted, her
gloves hanging limply at her side. She looked completely helpless. Mystery
walked right up to her and pressed her body against hers and back against the
ropes. She stood there tit to tit with Tiger, her arms on her hips, as if
daring her to do something.

"You are pathetic," Mystery said. "My hands are going to be sore for a week
from the beating your face is giving them. You’re going to have to pay for
that!"

Mystery stood back and laid into Tiger again. She knocked her head this way
and that. She did a "booby bounce" with her tits and even knocked them up into
Tiger’s own face to add insult to injury. She pounded the midsection to grind
it into hamburger. She worked for over a solid minute of uninterrupted torture
as Tiger hung there helplessly and took it all.

Finally Mystery felt satisfied that she had done enough. She looked at Tiger
as she hung there on the ropes. Her left eye was now completely shut. Her face
swollen in multiple places from vicious punches. Her tits were sagging and
bruised, her arms limp at her side. She was done.

Mystery lifted Tiger’s chin with her left hand and threw a vicious right to
finish her off. Tiger was hit so hard that she was knocked between the second
and third rope and literally out of the ring! She hit the floor hard and laid
still.

The crowd was going wild! Mystery strutted back to her corner, sure that she
was the new champ. It had been a great night.

The SexTV announcing was going wild himself: "Tiger has been knocked out of
the ring! She looks out cold on the arena floor. I don’t see how she can
possible come back from this. The unbeatable Tiger Jones has been totally
destroyed here tonight by Mystery."

Mystery leaned back in her corner as her seconds patted her legs and arms in
congratulations. Their boss was the new champ. It was going to be a great
gravy train for them from now on.

Suddenly the tone of the crowd seemed to change. Something different started
to be heard. Mystery’s head snapped back and she looked across the ring to
where she had knock Tiger out it. Her eyes almost bulged out of her head.
There was Tiger, battered, bleeding, half blind, dragging herself up at the
side of the ring! "Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!", the crowd began to chant. Though
clear that she was losing, her unwillingness to give up was inspiring them.

Tanya and Tiffany watched in horror. "No Mom," Tiffany yelled. "Stay down,
take the count!"

Tiger didn’t look like she could hear any of this, but slowly, she kept
dragging herself up trying to beat the count. At 12, she reached the bottom
rope, at 16, she had pulled herself into the ring but was still on her knees.
She grabbed the ropes again and finally at 19, just barely beating the count,
she had herself shakily on her feet.

Mystery couldn’t believe it. No one should be able to get up after that
pasting. "I guess I really am gonna have to kill her," she said with a shrug,
and went out to finish Tiger.

"Hey, bitch," she said as she pushed Tiger back into the ropes and stared
working her up and down again, "what does it take to make you realized you’re
finished? I’ll be glad to kill you if I have to!"

Tiger kept covering up and didn’t answer. She kept taking the beating and got
her head snapped back again a couple of times, but still didn’t go down.
Mystery started in on the breasts again with some twisting punches to grind
her nipples even more. Tiger grunted but still stayed up. Finally she threw
herself back into another clinch with Mystery. This time Mystery didn’t feel
like playing and instead worked on Tiger with vicious kidney punches.

"Go down, bitch!", she hissed.

But Tiger hung on and the bell rang. The referee, Julie Juggs, came over and
broke the clinch. Mystery went back to her corner, but Tiger slumped down onto
her knees. She looked out of it. Tiffany and Tanya came out and almost had to
carry her to her corner. They worked frantically on her. The camera showed
them seeming to plead with Tiger as they worked, obviously begging her not to
answer the bell for the next round. Tiger, her eyes still closed, her face
battered, simply shook her head. The buzzer sounded. Tiger, slowly, with
tremendous effort, pushed herself to her feet. The bell rang for what had to
be the final round.

Round 5

Mystery walked out to the center of the ring and waited. Tiger shuffled out on
flat feet with knees that could hardly bend. Her arms hung limply at her side.
She couldn’t even lift her gloves. Her head hung down so she could not even
see Mystery. Her left eye was swollen closed and her right was closed. She was
out on her feet, moving on pure instinct.

Mystery held up a glove to Tiger’s forehead and stopped her. She shook her
head at her in real disgust. So this was the great champion. Well, now it was
going to be Mystery as the champ and in a couple of months no one would even
remember Tiger. She wanted to make the finish really memorable.

She lifted up Tiger’s head with her left glove. Tiger’s right eye was open
slightly but stared glassily off into space. Poor bitch doesn’t even know
where she is, Mystery thought.

"Well, folks," Mystery yelled to the crowd, "Where should I put this old slut?
Should I knock her into the 8th row or dump her into the trash?"

The crowd began to roar: "Trash! Trash! Dump her in the trash!"

Mystery loved the idea. A perfect ending. She smiled at the crowd and then
started to look around the ring to see where the nearest dumpster was to
dispose of this sad sack of crap.

While she was looking around the ring, she missed it. Tiger’s limp muscles
suddenly contracted to rock hard again and the limp right arm suddenly shot up
from the canvas like a snake with every ounce of Tiger’s weight behind it.
Mystery didn’t see it, and in a way, she didn’t really feel it either. Tiger’s
rock hard fist struck the side of Mystery’s unprepared head like a
sledgehammer. Mystery just suddenly saw stars and felt her head ringing.

The punch knocked Mystery halfway across the ring. Her thoughts were scrambled
for a second and before she could pull herself together she was hit by an
equally hard left and knocked back onto the ropes.

Tiger was on her with her previously dead looking limbs now pumping out
picture perfect lefts and rights to Mystery’s undefended head. The crowd was
on their feet screaming.

"I don’t believe it," the TV announcer was saying, "it was just too much of a
beating, but it looks like Tiger was playing possum!"

Tiger poured it on with the skill of over 20 years of practice. Mystery’s head
and body were getting pounded by sledgehammer blows and Mystery was too
surprised and shaken up to fight back. It was hard to believe that this had
actually been a plan, but Tiger was a truly great champion, and that was
important to her. It had been the center of whom and what she was since she
had started fighting as an unwed mother out on the streets 25 years ago. It
had been the thing that had kept her going through all those years. It was
something that she was literally willing to die to keep. Only some one who
cared that much would have been willing to take the beating she had to keep
it.

She had realized that Mystery’s youth and speed were too much for her if she
fought her regular fight. Mystery was too smart to fall for any regular trick
too. She had to be willing to take a real beating and hope for the one moment
that Mystery would let her guard down completely, and then take advantage of
it. Tiger was no Palooka. The championship was everything to her and she kept
herself fit for it. She had an iron jaw and a ribbed abdomen as hard as
cement. Her breasts were tough enough to take a pounding that would have most
other fighters begging for mercy. Mystery had hurt her with her beating, but
not as much as she had thought. Now it was Tiger’s turn and the only question
was: Did she have enough left in her tank to finish?

Mystery was still trying to figure out what was happening. It still hadn’t
registered that she had fallen into a trap. Tiger was expertly beating her
head and body with precision punches and she still hadn’t even covered up yet.
She was easy meat for Tiger and Tiger didn’t need to be asked more than once.

Tiger unloaded a tremendous left haymaker to the jaw that twisted Mystery
halfway around and snapped back her head. She followed through in one fluid
movement with a murderous right to the gut that seemed to sink in almost back
to her spine. Mystery was totally unprepared and the air was knocked from her
lungs by the blow.

Mystery was staggered but Tiger wasn’t about to let her fall. She could
recover while taking the count. Her young body had a lot a reserve and Tiger
knew enough not to give her the chance. She pressed her back against the ropes
and unloaded an attack again Mystery’s breasts. She pounded her with her
famous "Melon Mashers" that made Mystery feel like her chest was being hit by
two wrecking balls!

"When I’m done with you," she yelled at Mystery, "your nickname is going to be
‘Pancakes’!"

Mystery had never experienced such pain before. She had nothing to draw on
from her experience to come back. She was finally beginning to cover up on
pure instinct but had no idea how to counter the attack. Tiger continued to
show that she was poetry in motion. She shredded Mystery’s puny attempt at
defense to pound her face unmercifully with both fists. Right and left hooks
seemed to appear out of nowhere and dig into her unprepared belly. The boob
busters then really became furious as Tiger attacked Mystery’s sensual
womanhood again with twisting pushes that seemed to rip the flesh of her
nipples.

Tiger had planned it to try and catch Mystery at the beginning of a round. It
would give her an entire round to work on her and do as much damage as
possible. She knew this was going to be her only chance so she had to make the
most of it. She pounded on Mystery for almost two full unanswered minutes
before another left haymaker to the jaw hit the now limp Mystery so hard that
she went down!

"Now Mystery is on the canvas!", the announcer was yelling, "what a
turnaround!!"

Tiger wasn’t going to let Mystery get any break. They were fighting Jamaican
rules. There was no requirement for her to let Mystery take the count. She
waved the referee away and reached down took hold of either side of Mystery’s
thong and hauled her painfully back up onto her feet.

"I not done with you yet, big mouth," Tiger growled. The thong digging into
Mystery’s pubic area clearly was painful as her grimacing face showed through
her mask. Tiger had some more plans for her now. "Why don’t we show the crowd
what you’re made of, everything that you’re made of!"

With that she ripped off the thong and threw it out of the ring the same way
Mystery had done so a few rounds before. Mystery winched and grabbed at her
pubic area. Tiger took the invitation and threw another right haymaker to the
jaw that knocked Mystery back down.

Mystery was sprawled over the bottom rope. She shook her head to try and clear
it. She had to pull herself together before she was destroyed. She gazed out
into the crowd and in her blurred vision saw the faces of people laughing,
laughing at her! No one had ever laughed at her before.

Tiger let her lay there for a few seconds. Her experience was showing again.
Tiger had her pride and her experience as a winning champion to fuel her and
keep her in the fight. Mystery only had her youthful confidence to draw on. If
Tiger could destroy this, Mystery would crumble. As she looked at the mocking
faces in the crowd, Mystery began to doubt herself for the first time in her
young life.

Tiger moved in and grabbed Mystery by the laces on the back of her mask and
pulled her up to her feet. She wrapped her left arm around her head like a
headlock and held her trapped to the left side of her abdomen. With Mystery’s
head trapped in the crook of her elbow Tiger began to shower the face with her
right fist. Mystery was helpless as Tiger began to pound her head to a pulp!
Finally after more than 30 punches the bell rang and Julie Juggs moved in and
made Tiger let go of Mystery’s battered face.

Tiger strode back to her corner on steady legs and sat down as Tiffany and
Tanya greeted her joyfully and went to work on her. Mystery stood confused in
the center of the ring for a few seconds. The glare of the lights were
confusing her and it took her a few more moments to remember that she was
supposed to go back to her corner, then another second to remember where it
was.

Mystery walked over to her corner, the spring clearly gone from her step. She
stood facing her seconds.

"The stool," she gasped.

"What?", her confused seconds asked.

"The stool, the stool!", she yelled. "Give me the stool! I want to sit down."

The seconds had never heard her ask for the stool before and had to look
around for a second before they found it and put it in the ring. Mystery sat
down hard and leaned back against the ringpost as she gasped for air. Her
seconds were confused. They were there for show, not work, and had no real
training or experience as seconds. They had no idea what to do for their
fighter. They had never seen her take a beating before. One began his usual
fondling of her breast.

"Yowl!", Mystery screamed as he pressed her battered boob. "Stop that!" She
took a couple more deep breaths and saw that they were still standing around
trying to figure out what to do.

"Smelling salts," she gasped. They looked at each other in confusion. "They
smelling salts!", she shouted again. "Break them open, put them under my
nose."

The one second did as he was told. Mystery’s eyes began to clear a little.
"Okay," she said, "Ice, lots of it. On my tits and right eye. She got me there
bad."

The other second did as he was told. He could see that Mystery’s right eye was
rapidly swelling. Her lip was split and bleeding too, but the rest of the face
was covered by the mask. He could see some new swellings under the mask,
however, that told him she was really hurt.

"Come on boss," he urged her, "don’t let the old bitch do that to you. Get out
there and show her who the real champ is."

The buzzer sounded and Mystery got up slowly and painfully.

"That’s easy for you to say," she grunted. The bell rang and she went out for
the round she never thought that she would have to fight.

Round 6

Tiger came out fast. She was still feeling the effects of the beating she had
taken from Mystery but the last round had rejuvenated her. She was feeling her
confidence coming back and went back on the attack. Mystery came out and
everyone could see that the fight had changed just by watching her step. The
spring and the dance were gone. She was standing pretty firm on her feet but
she was flat footed and clearly much slower. The cocky ballerina was gone. Now
two naked black amazons glistening with sweat strode out to battle.

Tiger was back into her fight. Her focus was back. She had a complete tunnel
vision on her opponent. The lights, crowd, noises, cameras, fighting nude
meant nothing to her. Destroying her opponent was her single thought and goal.

Mystery began to circle Tiger, looking afraid for the first time to be the
attacker. She had taken her first real beating in the last round. It had hurt
more than her body. It had damaged the sense of invincibility that she had
always had before. For the first time she wasn’t sure that she was in control
of a fight. Suddenly she lunged forward to try and take the fight back.

A beautiful right to the nose stopped her cold. A perfect left-right-left
combination followed instantly that knocked her back a step. A deep right to
the gut knocked the wind out of her again and a left hook snapped back her
head. She tried to counter with a right hook but Tiger ducked it with ease and
counterpunched beautifully with a one-two to the boobs. Mystery hooked again
with the left, but again met only air and got a hard left to her right eye in
return. That closed it completely and she was now fighting blind on that side.

The crowd could sense that the tide of the fight was changing. Mystery had
spent a lot of energy early in the fight and now was beginning to run low. The
lighting speed was gone from her punches and when Tiger blocked them she could
tell that they didn’t have the steam in them that they had before. It was a
real fight again.

Tiger began to live up to her name and stalk her prey. Like a real tiger, she
could practically smell the fear. Mystery was beginning to panic. She was
backpedaling, try to stay out of Tiger’s range and fight back the best she
could, but Tiger was in her element now. She had fought more than 500 women
and had seen just about every trick and feint there was. No matter what
Mystery tried, Tiger was ready and beat her to the punch.

Mystery was beginning to feel the effects of Tiger’s punches. The old bitch
still had some stuff and the punches were hurting. Mystery’s face, while
hidden by the mask, was burning and swelling painfully. Tiger had started
working on her left eye now and she was beginning to have problems seeing with
it as it swelled up. Her tits were on fire. No one had ever hit them so hard
or so many times. Her arms were getting tired and heavy for the first time in
her life and just didn’t want to do what she willed them to do. Mystery’s
confidence began to crumble completely. She realized that she was losing!

Tiger kept on coming. She could see that Mystery was falling apart and she
moved in for the kill. She pushed Mystery into a corner and it took Mystery a
second to realize that she was trapped. By then Tiger was all over her
pounding her tits with vicious rights and left, bouncing her face like a
speedbag and beating her belly into jello. Slowly her eyes grew glassy and her
gloved dropped to her side. She was helpless.

When Tiger was satisfied with the beating, she measured Mystery and landed yet
another right haymaker to the jaw. Mystery flew back into the turnbuckle,
bounced back and as Tiger neatly sidestepped her, flew face first onto the
mat. Mystery was down again.

Mystery was out of it for a second as she lay on the mat, then it came back to
her where she was. She managed to get her arms under her and push herself up
off the mat. Her head was still spinning. The glare of the lights, the roar of
the crowed was confusing her. She looked around trying to remember where Tiger
was. She heard the referee’s voice, though it sounded like it was coming from
a hundred miles off, "12..13...14.."

She was on her feet when she heard the bell ring. It took her a second to
realize that the round was over. She stood there looking like she was lost.
Finally she heard the voices of her seconds calling her and she remembered
that she had to go to her corner. Her legs felt like they weighed a hundred
pounds apiece as she walked over to her corner. Her corner seemed much further
away than she remembered. She finally reached it and slumped down onto her
stool. Her seconds looked at her worriedly and started to try to work on her
as best they could.

The smelling salts helped bring her around a little. She looked across the
ring at Tiger. Her vision was still bothering her as her one good eye was
better than halfway shut now. Tiger was sitting up straight on her stool as
her girls worked on her. She had the marks of a tough fight on her but she
clearly looked to still be ready to go for more. She glared back at Mystery,
then smiled seeing her clearly in so much pain. "Not as easy as you thought,
eh Bitch?", she sneered.

Mystery slumped back against the ring post. She had to decide if she wanted to
go on. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. Tiger was supposed to be on
her way to the hospital by now. She was supposed to be the new darling of foxy
boxing, the female Joe Louis, Muhammad Ali. Her whole body ached worse than
she ever imagined possible. Should she continue? She took one last look at
Tiger. She couldn’t give up in front of her, not after everything she had
said. She had to give it one more try. The old bitch couldn’t have anything
left after all she had thrown in the last couple of rounds.

The buzzer sounded. Tiger stood up and got ready. Mystery pulled herself up
and decided she was going to go for it. The bell rang.

Round 7

Both fighters came out a little slower for this round. They had both dished
out and taken a lot of punishment. Now it came down to who had enough left to
put it away. Tiger bobbed, sized up Mystery, and pounced. A wicked left hood
slipped between Mystery’s gloves and caught her right boob square on.

Mystery gasped and tried to return her own right but her arms just didn’t
respond fast enough and Tiger blocked it ease. Tiger launched a machine gun
right to Mystery head and batted it back again and again. She concentrated on
trying to close her left eye. Mystery kept trying to hook back at Tiger but
with her left eye shut she couldn’t see exactly where she was as Tiger
expertly kept to her blind side. Her punches became wilder and weaker as they
continually missed Tiger who would always take advantage of the opening to
throw another combination to the face or tits. She was taking Mystery apart.

Tiger could smell blood. She powered into the groggy Mystery and smothered her
with punches as she pushed her back into the ropes. Now it seemed like there
were four Tigers hitting Mystery as fists kept coming out of nowhere pounding
her face, her breasts, and body. She kept trying to block them but there
seemed to be too many coming too fast and Tiger skillfully cut through Mystery
feeble attempts at blocks.

Mystery was really in a real panic now. She had to do something or she was
through. She needed one good punch, but Tiger had blocked everything she had
tried this round like she was fighting a baby. She had to get her off guard.
Suddenly it came to her, turn her own trick around on her.

Mystery let her body go limp. She let her gloves fall uselessly to her side
and her head droop down. She let Tiger hit her unanswered. It hurt, but if she
was lucky, she would think she was finished and let up and give Mystery one
last chance to catch her with a hard punch.

Tiger didn’t seem to be in too much of a hurry to stop. She kept on with a
series of crosses that knocked Mystery’s head back and forth. She landed a
dozen bust dusters to the tits and a couple of hooks to the midsection that
made her feel like she was hit by a battering ram before she finally stopped.

Mystery opened her left eye the little she was able. She saw Tiger eyeing her.
She kept motionless, hanging there like she was out on her feet. (It wasn’t
hard, she almost was). Tiger suddenly turned her back to her and threw up her
arms in triumph.

It was perfect. Mystery gathered what strength she had left and threw a
murderous overhand right at the back of Tiger’s head. Her fist sailed through
the air and it was too late when she realized that she still hadn’t connected
with anything. She stumbled forward past Tiger, who had neatly sidestepped the
blow and now connected with a beautiful left hook to Mystery’s jaw that
knocked her clear into the ropes on the other side of the ring!

"You should work for Western Union," Tiger taunted, "the way you telegraphed
that move!"

Tiger moved in again. She knew that Mystery had shot her last reserve. It was
time to finish her. She used all her experience and skill and went to work to
dismantle the bitch. She batted her head back and forth, she mashed her
breasts into her chest, then bounced them off her swollen face for even more
pain. She drove her fists into her belly until they almost came out her back.
She was still raining punches on her when the bell rang.

She stepped back and looked at Mystery. She was an absolute wreck, hanging up
against the ropes. Tiger smiled and turned and went back to her corner.
Mystery hung there, suspended like a puppet on strings for a few seconds, then
her knees buckled and she fell face first onto the mat. She lay there not
moving. Her seconds rushed out and literally carried her back to her corner.
They frantically worked on her. They used the smelling salts and threw ice
water on her to try to revive her. The buzzer sounded and Tiger got to her
feet. Mystery was still on her stool. The bell rang.

Round 8

Tiger walked across the ring to Mystery’s corner. Mystery continued to sit on
her stool, her head hanging down, her chin resting on her heaving chest. Her
arms hung limp at her side. Julie Juggs moved in to check her. She lifted a
gloved arm and let go. It dropped like a lead weight.

"Back off, Tiger," she said, "She’s done"

"Then stick a fork in her," Tiger answered, "but I’m not done with her yet."
She hadn’t paid Mystery back for the humiliation of stripping her naked and
toying with her sexually. "It’s Jamaican rules, ref. Either knockout or
submission. She’s not on the mat, so it isn’t a knockout. If she’s going to
concede, then she’s got to say it. Otherwise, she’s still mine."

Tiger looked at the wreck that used to be the finest new Foxy boxer on the
circuit. "You give up Mystery?", she yelled. "Do you?"

Mystery just sat there, head hanging down.

"No answer, ref. You heard it," Tiger said. "Stand back, she’s all mine."

Reluctantly Julie Juggs backed off.

Tiger moved in to add some serious humiliation to the fight. She wanted to
make sure that Mystery would never fight again after what she took tonight.
She took her naked body and pressed her pussy against Mystery’s head. She
pushed it back until she raised Mystery’s face right into her sweaty pussy.
Mystery still did nothing to respond. Tiger could see that this was no act.
Mystery was finished.

"What’s the matter? Don’t like an old pussy’s pussy? Here try it a little.",
Mystery taunted.

The SexTV cameras went in close to show Tiger grinding Mystery’s swollen face
with her pussy. The crowd laughed as Mystery submissively took the sexual
abuse.

After a little bit of this Tiger stepped back. Mystery still sat limply on her
stool.

"Poor baby," Tiger taunted. "Here, let me treat you like the baby you are!"

She grabbed Mystery by her swollen left tit and pulled her to her feet. She
then grabbed the back of her head and pushed it forward, pressing her head
between Tiger’s massive mammalaries. Tiger had her in a cleavage clinch. Then
she started to breast box her with swinging rights and lefts to Mystery’s
jugs. Mystery hung there helpless, smothering in Tiger’s knockers.

Tiger finished the breast boxing and pulled Mystery’s head out by her mask
laces. She gasped as she finally came up for air. She hung there limply in
Tiger’s grasp.

"Here, baby," Tiger taunted, "try this!"

She pushed Mystery’s head back toward her tits and put her bruised, swollen
lips around Tiger’s erect left nipple.

"Come on, hon," Tiger said, " have a little taste of Mommy" She whispered into
Mystery’s ear, "Bite it and I’ll kill you."

Whether Mystery could hear what was said, no one knew, but almost on instinct
she started to suckle Tiger’s breast weakly. The TV cameras zoomed in as she
sucked the nipple. The crowd roared as Tiger made a monkey out of her
previously cocky challenger.

Tiger got tired of it and decided to end it for once and for all. She dragged
the limp Mystery over to the corner and hung her arms over the top ropes to
keep her up. Then she went to work and methodically pounded her up and down
and back again. She beat her head, batted her boobs into a couple of bloody
sacks, and ground her gut into hamburger.

She stood back and looked at the pathetic wreck hanging there. Mystery hung
motionless on the ropes. She looked like she had been crucified.

Tiger pulled her off the ropes by her right tit. She wound up her right fist
and said, "Momma said knock you out!"

With that she threw a right haymaker that connected right on the button. Blood
spurted from Mystery’s nose and mouth as her mouthpiece flew out. She hit the
mat like a corpse. She lay there, flat on her back, spread eagle under the
glare of the lights. The proud challenger had been reduced to a naked, bloody
mocha pulp. It was over.

The count was only a formality, but an important one. Julie slowly and
deliberately counted as Tiger waited in her neutral corner. She could have
counted to a hundred, but 20 was all she needed.

"...18....19....20! You’re out!! The winner, by knock out in 2:35 of the
eighth round, and still champion, Tiger Jones!!!", Julie shouted as she raised
Tiger’s arm into the air.

The crowd roared as Tiger strutted around the ring. She was hurt and had taken
one hell of a beating but all she could think of was that she had won. She was
still the champ.

The ring doctor jumped into the ring and ran over to Mystery.

"Jamaican rules or not," he yelled at Julie, "you should have stopped the
fight! No one should have to take a beating like that,"

He bent over the still form of the defeated Mystery. He caught a faint glimmer
of movement in her chest. "Thank God, she’s still breathing!", he said.

He reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of scissors and cut the laces on
the back of Mystery’s mask and pulled it off. It revealed a once beautiful
face now so swollen and bruised that it was barely recognizable as a women.

Tiger looked down at her opponent. Suddenly she lost her smile and her one
good eye bulged opened in shock. "NO!!!!" she shouted.

Tanya and Tiffany ran over to their Mother. They looked at Mystery and
suddenly took on shocked expressions as well.

"What is it?", the doctor asked, confused. "What’s the matter?"

Tiger seemed frozen. She couldn’t answer. Finally Tiffany said, "It’s Taka."

The doctor looked confused.

"Our sister!", Tanya whispered.

THE END