Heather’s next match
By Lomax
Heather easily overcomes another, much larger, opponent.


After her dramatic and unexpected win over Boris, Heather was back in the gym
training, when she was approached by a man who identified himself as Fred, a
representative of the same organization that had arranged for her fight
against Boris. He had come to ask if she wanted to do another fight. Now that
they knew what she was capable of, he was starting to explain, they would
oppose her to a much tougher fighter. But he suddenly became distracted.

Heather was curling an 80-pound barbell with her right hand, while her left
arm hung loosely at her side. When Fred approached and began talking, she
stopped curling the barbell and held it straight out at her side, at right
angles to her body. As Fred talked, she continued to hold the barbell;
although she could feel the burn spreading down her arm, she didn't shake or
show the strain at all. After a minute, it dawned on Fred that her arm hadn't
moved, and he trailed off to focus on her right arm.

Fred reached up and wrapped both his hands around Heather's taught right
bicep. Her muscles were spread into the straight-arm pose. He couldn't believe
how hard her arm was - it felt like a steel cable. He felt up and down her
arm, feeling the taut veins in her forearm, as she continued to hold the
80-pound weight out with no apparent effort. Fred had completely forgotten his
mission - he was completely absorbed in marveling over how incredibly hard her
muscles were - when suddenly, Heather curled the barbell, flexing her arm.
Fred felt her bicep explode under his hands. His fingers burst apart, unable
to contain her entire bicep.

"You were saying?" Heather reminded him. "Oh yes, "Fred muttered, returning to
business. Without hesitation, Heather agreed to another match: she would fight
another male opponent, and as Fred promised, this time it would be someone
"tougher, a tougher match." Heather smiled as Fred left, at the idea of a
tougher match: Boris had weighed over 100 pounds more than her; she had still
ended the fight with a single punch. She had also walked around the ring,
holding Boris over her head with one hand. In the months since the fight,
Heather had been training hard, lifting a lot of weights, running, building
both stamina and muscle. Even though her weight hadn't changed, she was a lot
stronger than before.

Before Heather knew it, the date for the fight had arrived. She was told she
would be fighting a big man named Hugo.

The crowd roared as Hugo paraded around the ring. He stood at 6 feet tall, and
had just weighed in at 188 pounds. His body was ridged with muscle. He had
never, the crowd had just learned, lost a fight. But then, he had never faught
a woman.

Hugo was enraged when his manager insisted on scheduling this fight. Randy,
his manger, was a buddy of Fred's. They were doing the fight purely for
financial purposes - the incredible market potential of a fight featuring a
beautiful woman fighter in a battle-of-the-sexes contest. Fred knew what
Heather was capable of, but Randy didn't. Randy didn't care, though. He was
sure Hugo was kick her ass, probably kill her, in fact, but as long as the
receipts were in, he was unconcerned. He had threatened Hugo that if he
refused the fight, he would stop representing him; that he would never fight
for money again. Hugo had no choice but to agree. Now, all he could do was
take his anger out on his opponent. Hugo had no intention of showing even the
slightest shred of mercy. He figured the best way to salvage his reputation
and make sure that fighting a woman didn't become a permanent smudge on his
record was to just beat her quickly, decisively, dramatically. Make it a
footnote to fighting history.

But the, Heather stepped into the ring: "And in the other corner," the
Announcer intoned, "at 127 pounds ... " [??? Hugo whirled in utter disgust.
127?! He was fighting a woman who weighed 60 pounds less than him? He had
assumed she'd be some huge, overweight amazon, not a fit sexy chick],
"Heather!!"

Hugo's eyes traveled over Heather. The entire palace got quiet, as the eyes of
the crowd did, too. At 5' 6", Heather's luscious black hair spilled over her
shoulders, and her dark eyes shined with anticipation and confidence. Rippling
muscles defined her legs. Her narrow waist was topped with chiseled stomach
muscles. Emerging from her body-hugging cap-sleeve half-shirt were arms
bulging with muscles that looked harder than granite boulders.

The match began.

Hugo charged Heather, swinging wildly at her head. She easily blocked the
blow, lifiting her right arm in front of her face. Hugo's fist punched her
hard bicep. He felt as if he had punched a brick wall. He swung for her
stomach, and made contact. It felt even harder. Hugo retreated, stepped back
and really looked at her. Despite her being 60 pounds smaller than him, he
suddenly felt intimidated by her muscles. Heather, enjoying the moment, flexed
her muscles for the crowd, drawing a huge cheer of encouragement. Randy,
squirming in his seat, realized he had miscalculated badly. This girl was
wonder woman.

As the second round started, Hugo's rage had become combined with desperation.
His teeth clenched, he came for Heather. He flexed his huge arms, and swung
with all of his might, hoping to demolish her completely with one unbelievable
punch. To his amazement, Heather not only did not shrink, she welcomed it.

She stepped forward, moving directly into the trajectory of his bludgeoning
fist. Her stomach exposed completely, Heather gave her sexy smile to the
corwd, and flexed her biceps with no thought to avoiding the blow. As Hugo's
huge fist made contact with heather's stomach, the sound of a dull thud was
accompanied by the crunching of bone and a shrill, very un-manly scream that
rose to the rafters. As people rose from their seats in spontaneous amazement,
Hugo crumpled backwards, holding his broken arm at the elbow. Heather pulled
off her boxing gloves, and slid her right hand underneath Hugo's body. In a
single, fluid movement, she lifted him high over her head and walked over to
the edge of the ring.

She talked to Randy: "Want your fighter back?"

Flexing her left bicep, to huge encouragement from the crowd, heather then
ended the fight. She dropped Hugo, and as he fell, hit him with a devastating
uppercut. His body defied the law of gravity, rising high into the air, then
soaring out of the ring. Hugo landed on Randy, knocking him unconscious.