Challenge to the Champ -- Part 3 by Jeff Suarez Challenge to the Champ -- Part 1 appears in Miscellaneous 18 and Challenge to the Champ -- Part 2 appears in Miscellaneous 19. Gina climbed into the empty ring clad in a robe that hid her attire -- boxing gloves and a blue thong. She could not believe she was here again, in Steve's amazing mansion, fighting before a crwod of very beautiful and very rich people. Heck, only 10 days previously, she had graduated from vet school. She had impetuously decided to accept Denise and Steve's offer to take the summer off and fight. So here she was. After Denise's call, she graduated, then spent every day in Denise's gym. Damn, that woman had murderous workouts, but Gina felt all the better for them. No fighting drills, no sparring, just getting into amazing shape. Denise had informed Gina the day before that she would be fighting Jennifer. Gina did not know much about Jenn, only that she was a tall blonde whose preferred fighting style was kickboxing. So Gina was waiting for Jennifer to enter. Jennifer entered the room. Gina was stunned. This woman was very tall, very blonde, very pretty, and stark naked, wearing only boxing gloves. She slowly made her way to the ring, high fiving lots of guys and air kissing others. Gina was mesmerized. Only as Jennifer climbed into the ring did Gina see Jennifer's miniscule yellow thong. Not naked, but might as well be, thought Gina. She is simply gorgeous, Gina thought. Perfect figure, nice round boobs (not as big as Sonia's but surely luscious). Then Tania entered the ring, again wearing her eye-popping white micro dress that left virtually nothing to the imagination. Tania got right to business. "You all remember Gina, right?" The cheers brightened Gina's forced smile. "She kicks ass, right?" More cheers. "Well, tonight is WILL BE tested. She is giving away 9 inches, 22 pounds, and fighting her opponent's preferred style, kickboxing." Hoots. Gina was stunned. 22 pounds, tough but ok. But NINE inches. That was one heck of a reach disadvantage. Too late now, she rued. "Oh by the way, say hello to the well dressed Jennifer," intoned Tania. Laughs and cheers. "2 minute rounds to a knockout." Tania went over to Jennifer where they air-kissed. Then she came over to Gina and slipped off Gina's robe, revealing her nearly naked and quite splendid form. As she did so, Tania's hard nipples pressed into Gina's face. Gina's nipples hardened too when Tania nibbled her ear and grabbed a full handful of her ass. Go figure this crowed, Gina mused, I have a fight to fight. Tania then went back to the center of the ring and announced, "We decided we needed to keep our fights clean so we decided to have a ref. We looked far and wide and found a perfectly trained, perfectly shaped one. Please welcome ... Jeff." At that a hunk in a speedo entered the room and climbed into the ring. Gina could only stare. Wow. What a hunk. She could only smile at the whole set up. The bell soon sounded for the first round. Both Gina and Jennifer fought cautiously, Jennifer obviously aware of Gina's skill and Gina trying to figure how to get inside Jenn's long arms. Gina noticed that Jennifer had a good jab but that her power punches were thrown wide, although with great power. Gina managed to avoid most of the punches while hers fell mainly short of the tall blonde. The two jabs that did land sung Gina but did not do too much damage. Toward the end of the round, Gina ducked one of Jenn's jabs, stepped quickly inside and pounded out a left - right combo to Jenn's toned abs. Jenn was suprised and clearly hurt. Gina pressed her advantage and threw an uppercut that just clipped Jenn's chin. Jenn staggered back. Gina stepped in, continuing her assualt on Jenn's body, firing rapid punches. Jenn covered and managed to block most, but some got through. A left hook to Jenn's rib brought her guard wide. Gina doubled up on the left, bringing all her power into a straight left into the middle of Jenn's gut. Jenn sank to one knee as the bell sounded ending the round. Gina was annoyed the round had ended just when she was in such control. But she was also relieved. She was in top form and clearly in command of the fight. She looked over at her opponent, gulping desperate air into her quickly reddening belly. Jenn's face showed the pain she was feeling and her boobs heaved. Gina liked what she saw but knew the fight was far from over. The bell sounded. Gina came out quickly for round 2, but so did Jenn. They met close to the center of the ring, and Jenn threw out several crisp jabs, keeping Gina on the outside. Gina ducked or swayed or blocked all of them. Gina tried to time a jab and come inside again. As Gina moved forward, Jenn unleashed a tremendous spin kick to Gina's head. Gina was caught completely by surprise, as she was focusing only on Jenn's fists. Gina collapsed as if she had been shot. Jenn danced a little jig, sensing a quick knockout; her boobs bounced merrily. Jeff began his count. To everyone's surprise, Gina managed to just beat the count. Jeff waved the fighters to continue. Glassy-eyed, Gina raised her fists. Jenn smiled malevelontly. She faked a kick to Gina's head, pulled it back and unleashed a straight kick to Gina's gut. Having prepared for the head kick, Gina was unprepared for this blast. She bent over double. Jenn closed quickly and delivered two knee lifts into Gina's anquished abs. Gina sank to the mat. Jenn raised her arms in victory and strutted around the ring, her magnificent orbs once again bouncing slightly. Again, Gina just beat the count. Knowing the desire of the crowd for a decisive end, Jeff motioned for the fight to continue. Barely conscious, Gina knew just enough to try and move away. But like a lioness sensing a kill, Jenn pursued quickly, trapping Gina in the corner. Gina managed to block several punches so Jenn resorted to her favorite tactic, kicks. Again a spin kick to the head just missed, but had the effect of forcing Gina's fists way up. Jenn lashed a right kick into Gina's unprotected left thigh. It landed cleanly. Unused to this type of battering, Gina tilted to the right, leaving herselft wide open. Jenn took full advantage. Right-left-right-left into Gina's abs. As Gina began to sink forward, Jenn launched an uppercut seemingly from the floor that rocketed into Gina's chin. Gina fell flat on her back. One thing was clear to all: no way was Gina going to beat this count. Jeff counted slowly and clearly. Gina managed to roll to her stomach but had barely reached her knees when the count reached 8. As Jeff counted 9, the bell rang signifying the end of the round. Gina was saved by the bell! Gina literally crawled to her corner, pulling herself up by the ropes. The crowd buzzed, what a round. What a beating Jenn had administered. Gina felt only pain, in her head, in her jaw, in her abs, in her thigh. Looking across the ring, she saw her nearly naked opponent virtually glowing, knowing she in full and complete control. Gina could only imagine how she herself looked, but wow did she feel pain. The thought of quitting briefly entered her mind. But she had never quit in her life and was not about to here. At the bell, Gina walked out slowly. Jenn nearly ran across the ring. Two left jabs penetrated Gina's weak defenses, landing above Gina's right eye and forcing Gina's gaurd way up. When Gina blocked the next jab and two more head shots, Jenn launched a straight right directly into Gina's left boob. Gina's mouth opened wide and formed a circle, but she was in too much pain to actually cry out. She was nearly frozen in pain. Jenn was all to happy to take advantage and fired a left hook. True to her less than perfect boxing form, Jenn's hook went out wide and powerfully. Gina was in no position to take advantage of the wide punch. Instead, the hook with all of Jenn's considerable height in it landed right on Gina's right orb, pancaking the mammary flat against her chest. Gina could barely breathe she was in so much pain. Never before in all her fights had her tits been so abused. Gina's gaurd dropped, and Jenn took full advantage. She treated Gina's boobs as targets on the heavy bag. Three combinations landed cleanly. Gina sank to her knees, her right arm covering her battered bosom. A woman's voice rang out, "A tit knockout!!" Having danced in vain in round 2, Jenn merely glared at the fallen Gina from a neutral corner as Jeff counted. Gina miraculously beat the count. Jeff figured the fight was as good as over, but wanted to let it conclude decisvely so he waved the fight on. Jenn decided, why mess with success so she repeated her successful strategy. Two jabs landed on Gina's right eye, right on the ever-growing mouse and nearly shutting the eye. Just as importantly, it forced Gina's guard up. Jenn then launched a blistering volley of punches to Gina's quickly redenning orbs. Gina's instincts took over and she dropped to the mat to stop the beating and get a breather. She rose quickly to one knee but stayed down to take full advantage of the rest. Jenn, seemingly frustrated at not being able to put Gina away, came in head hunting firing haymakers, which Gina, although clearly hurt, was able to block or avoid. But in her weakened state, Gina was not able to counter. "Go for her tits," the same woman shouted. Jenn slowed her punching and did just that. She trapped Gina in the corner and launched punches from every angle at all parts of Gina's anatomy. But the head and body shots were far fewer than the boob pounders she fired. Gina's bosom was attacked mercilessly. Gina started to sink forward. Jenn sensing this pivoted backwards and launched a straight kick that landed ssquarely on Gina's left orb. Gina spun around and fell flat on her face. Jenn raised her arms in victory, knowing she had just ended the fight. Her jig was joyful, and her splndid tits bounded wonderously. At the count of four, Gina was still face down but the bell again saved her. As she crawled over to her corner and sat down, Jeff approached her. His full speedo was at eye level, but she knew that was for another time. Jeff asked her if she wanted to quit. "No" she whispered. "You nuts. Six knockdowns in 2 rounds. Twice saved by the bell. i'm going to stop this before you get killed" Gina begged, "Give me one more round. Please!" Jeff consented and Gina spent the remaining seconds before round 4 gathering her wits and developing a strategy. AT the bell she rose very slowly, fully expecting Jenn to come charging over. Jenn, sensing victory and wanting to tie Gina against the ropes, did just that. Gina ducked Jenn's jab, stepped in, tied Jenn up and turned quickly so Jenn's magnificent bare back was now against the ropes. Gina managed to free her right and launched a series of clubbing rights into Jenn's ribs and abs. The fourth shot, sank much deeper than the previous three, revealing to Gina that she was making progress. Utilizing her superior boxing skills, Gina stayed right up against her taller opponent. The body punches also caused Jenn to lose her control of Gina's left. Gina took advantage of the tight quarters and continued her clubbing body attack. Jenn tried to cover, and also threw some awkward shots at the back of Gina's head, all to little effect. Gina then stepped back slightly and threw a right uppercut. It connected solidly with Jenn's jaw, causing her head to fly backwards and sweat to spew widely. And most importantly, it left her body unprotected. Gina knew it was now or never and threw a left-right-left-right into Jenn's weaking abs. Jenn collapsed, falling onto her hands and knees. The crowd was silent. Wow, how quickly things had changed. Gina retreated to a corner, and Jeff took up his count. Gina looked at her opponent, who had mauled her so badly, on all fours, her stocmach in agony as her magnificent orbs hung down. At six Jenn started to rise and beat the count easily. Gina knew she had to finish this fight NOW! Jenn's kicks and punches had taken so much out of her. Otherwise, no way would this blonde have survived Gina's body assault. Gina did not know how much more she had in her so she went on the attack. Jenn, shocked at the turn of events and her thinking slowed by the unbelievable agony in her gut, barely moved from the corner where she had fallen. Gina pressed forward. A right uppercut from Gina missed as did a left hook aimed at Jenn's chin. But Jenn was too weakened to counter. And the punches did bring Jenn's guard up just enough for Gina to land a straight right just above the top of Jenn's yellow thong. All in the audience could hear the air leave Jenn's lungs. "Go for her tits," the same woman shouted. But Gina stayed focused. A left to the blonde's ribs, a right to her belly botton, a left to the ribs, a right to the ribs, a right to the abs. Jenn sank to one knee. At the count of ten, she had not moved. Gina bounded over to her fallen adversary. As Jeff raised her hand in victory, Gina once again felt the agony in her boobs. A thought entered her brain and she smiled wickedly. Acting on this brainstorm, she kneed Jenn lightly. Jenn fell sideways and then rolled on her back. Her hand still raised in victory, Gina planted her right foot firmly on Jenn's left boob. As Jenn squirmed under the unpleasant pressure, Gina did her own jig, removing her right foot and planting her left on Jenn's now anguished mammary. Fair play, she thought. Turning to the ref/hunk, she raised her head and whispered, "Thanks for letting me continue. Join me later??" She climbed through the ropes and left the room. At the door, Tania joined her. "Well done," Tania smiled and opened her arms to hug Gina. Gina shook her head, "I'm too sore right now, but join me later??"