Alan Watches Tina
By Lomax
Transfixed, Alan watches Tina demolish another, much bigger opponent, in the ring.


Ever since witnessing Tina's incredible single-punch knockout at the old gym -
and having felt firsthand the numbing pain of punching her in the stomach -
Alan's heart rate sped up whenever he walked into his Geology class, wondering
what Tina would be wearing, whether she would be showing any muscle views, and
if so, how much more shredded she would be than the last time? Alan knew that
she was working out constantly - not only from the visible increased
definition and hardness of her arms and any other visible body part, but also
because he had, secretly, been following her as much as he could get away
with, and he had trailed her to the gym a number of times.

Last week, after class, Alan had watched Tina walk over to the gym where she
had embarrassed him so badly in front of her friends the week before. After
she went in, he lingered outside for several minutes, wondering whether he
could go in unobserved. After a few more minutes, a heavily-built guy walked
in, and as the door was open, he heard a man inside calling, "Hey Tina! Your
match is here - hurry up!" As Alan rushed toward the door to hear better, he
heard the clatter of a very heavy weight landing on the floor, then Tina's
voice: "I'm ready, Rico." When the door swung shut, it hadn't closed all the
way, so Alan sneaked over, and saw through the crack, the guy, who had now
taken off his jacket, step onto a scale, pulling on gloves, revealing a hard,
muscular physique. Rico, Tina's boxing coach, announced, aloud "156." 156?
Alan's eyes watered. Didn't Tina only weigh 120 or something? As he leaned
closer to the doorway, his question was answered. Tina stepped out from the
shadows behind the ring, and on to the scale. Alan took in a sudden, sharp
breath.

She was wearing a tight black halter-top that left her entire midriff
completely exposed. The sleeves were tight cap-sleeves that came just up over
her shoulders, emphasizing her amazing arms. A pair of tight, black shorts
hugged her thighs, revealing bulging thigh muscles and calves that looked like
bowling balls. Her body looked more chiseled than before - she was cut like
gemstones, her muscles looked completely stone-hard. "123," Rico said, with a
flat voice. Then, Tina flexed her biceps as she turned to look at her
opponent.

Staring back at her, it was hard for Alan to tell whether he was angry at
being paired against a girl, who weighed 33 pounds less than him, or scared
that he might actually lose. Despite her unquestionably feminine size and
appearance (her hair was untied, and fell across her shoulders), there was
something very intimidating about her; specifically, her rock-hard muscles
that looked like she was invincible, untouchable. Alan knew from his own
unfortunate experience that hitting her stomach was much worse than hitting a
rock wall. Soon, he guessed, her sparring opponent would find out, too.

Without realizing it, Alan had overcome his fear of being seen and entered the
gym. Tina looked up at the sudden shaft of light from the door and saw him.
She smiled, rather seductively, as if to say that she knew he was there to
admire, no, to worship her body. She blew him a kiss, and then turned to the
business at hand - Rico blew the whistle for the match to begin. Tina and her
much bigger opponent circled each other warily. Then, the big man lunged in
and slashed at her with a right-left-right combo to her exposed stomach. Tina
shrugged it off and smiled, unnerving and infuriating her opponent.

With rage, he charged her, losing control, and intending to take her down with
one, devastating gut blow. Outrageously, instead of protecting herself, Tina
raised her arms high overhead, daring him to take advantage. As his right fist
made blazingly sudden contact with her midriff, Alan heard a strange scream
that at first he couldn't identify, than realized it was the man, who had
leaped back, was holding his right elbow with his left hand. An expression of
mixed hatred, fear, and pain suffused his sweat-drenched face. Clearly, his
arm was broken.

Tina, lacking any sympathy for her opponent, walked slowly to him. When she
got there, she stopped, TOOK OFF her boxing glove from her left hand, then
turned to smile at Rico, who was watching open-mouthed from the ring-side. She
paused still further, to catch Alan's eyes, which were wide with amazement a,
admittedly, fear, at the anticipation of what was about to happen. Unable to
resist, Tina's opponent watched in dazed fright, as she slowly bent her body
at the knees and clenched her left hand into a fist, powerfully flexing her
left bicep as she did so.

Then, with a blazing upward movement, Tina hit her opponent on the chin with
an uppercut, her fist continuing its trajectory until it was high above her
head. Meanwhile, her opponent's body, defying the law of gravity, shot up into
the air from the force of Tina's blow, and hovered there, momentarily, before
gravity took control once more, and he fell earthward, landing in the middle
of the ring in a crumpled, sweat-soaked pile. Rico, unsure what to do -
whether to attend immediately to the broken body of his fighter - staggered
into the ring. But, Tina wasn't finished yet.

She leaned down, sliding her right hand under her beaten opponent's body. When
she had found his center of gravity, she straightened up and, in one fluid
movement, lifted his body high over her head as she stood up. Then, she flexed
her left bicep - the muscle that had ended the fight - and smiled at Alan.
Tina then walked over to Rico and handed him the body of his fighter. Rico
staggered under the weight as Tina suddenly dropped the unconscious, dead
weight of her opponent into Rico's arms.