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??"