Justice Battle: Leoni v Jute - Part 1
By TJ, Constructive comment welcome at lesnig@yahoo.com
Justice battles: A world where justice is determined by brutal boxing bouts


This is a sequel to an earlier story – ‘Leoni brought to Justice'

Whilst this story makes sense (hopefully) without needing knowledge of the
first Leoni story you may want to check out ‘Justice Battle – An Introduction'
which outlines the fantasy world in which these stories are set.

Leoni v Jute - Part 1

Deep in the bowels of the Justice ministry the Justice Director and his
assistant were being shown a presentation by Max, a junior member of the
Justice team. The presentation was about to begin with a boxing match and the
3 men watched intently as the screen flickered to life.

The image quality was excellent, if a little jerky, and the sound was clear
and crisp. A raucous mixed crowd watched the action all of them supporting a
hugely powerful woman, who from the various cries must have been called
‘Jute'. ‘Mash her tits Jute', ‘in the cunt', these were the tamer cries, all
the others were unrepeatable and all this was accompanied by frenzied stamping
of feet to which the chant ‘kill, kill, kill' was added with awesome menace.

The target of all this focused rage was a tall, powerful and athletic woman,
naked except for a brief pair of white panties, she had large but firm high
set breasts and long dark curly hair which contrasted with her pale skin which
gleamed with a combination of sweat and oil as she stood in her corner waiting
for the bout to begin. Facing her in the opposite corner was Jute, a huge
women well over 6 feet tall with muscles rippling everywhere on her dark
suntanned body, huge immense thighs arms and shoulders but not a trace of fat
except for her breasts, which whilst on a normally proportioned women might
have seemed generous, on her frame they seemed hard and small and were capped
with dark pointy nipples, adding to her menacing appearance her hair was
bleached pure white and cut to a short fuzz and like her unknown opponent
Jute's only attire was a pair of brief black panties.

The ref urged both fighters into the centre of the ring and as they met and
touched gloves, the camera catches a close up. No ordinary boxing gloves
these, small and rough with virtually no padding they looked wicked. With a
wave of the ref's arm the fight was on. Jute stood impassive in the centre of
the ring whilst her opponent darted around looking for an opening. Someone in
the crowd shouted out ‘Keep dancing Gill, not that it'll make a difference but
it sure makes those boobs of yours look good', then another voice rang out
‘you'll not be dancing after Jute's hit ya'. This brought some titters and
fired up Gill, as we now knew her, into firing a crisp jab into Jute's face.
Smack, the sound of the hard glove hitting Jute's cheek resounded around the
ring but Jute barely flinched although her cheek now bore the mark of Gill's
glove she remained impassive as Gill ducked and weaved around her. Emboldened
by this success Gill connected with another jab to Jute's cheek and then Gill
went low and hit home with a punch low to Jute's belly, but it was like
punching rock as Gill's powerful strike bounced of and Jute remained unmoved
and stared unblinking at Gill as she continued to duck and weave in front of
her. Gill scored with another head and body blow and still Jute had not
attempted a single strike, until now. Gill's left fist was on target for
Jute's cheek as Gill danced across Jute to her left, but this move took her
right onto Jute's right hand which crashed into Gill's ribs with awesome power
and a loud crack resounded as Jute's glove struck home into Gill's left side.
Gill staggered back with the impact, her face a mask of agony and her breath
completely gone as Gill stricken with pain and on the point of collapse reeled
across the ring.

The tape paused and Max fiddled with the controls to show the punch again in
slow motion. First, a close up showed Gill firing in a left, above and to the
left of Jute's navel. The hard glove made a solid impact to Jute's hard
muscled body but with barely any penetration the glove skittered a few inches
across Jute's body, the shock of the blow being more apparent in a shudder
that went through Gill as her hard driven fist met the unmovable object that
was Jute. In split screen Jute's face barely flickered as the glove struck,
but her eyes watched closely and her right fist started to draw back slowly as
Gill started a fluid movement across the front of Jute her right fist starting
a drive towards Jute's face as she moved across. The view switched to a camera
from Jute's left side and as Gill's fist was travelling towards Jute, Jute was
also swivelling the right side of her body towards Gill, the muscles in her
right arm and shoulders leaping up as the arm tensed and started to travel
forward into open space. But the space wasn't open for long as Gill inexorably
moved into it her momentum adding weight to the already awesome power of
Jute's right fist which sank into Gill's left side, the skin bunching up
around Jute's hard, small glove as it sank into Gill's body stopping her dead
in her tracks. With Gill's momentum instantly stopped her head jerked
sideways, her hair whipping away to the side flinging fine droplets of sweat
across the ring, her face started to contort, teeth bared, into an awful
grimace, her breasts too, continuing their travel, both swinging violently out
to Gill's left with the left slapping against Gill's side above Jute's glove
which lingered, scrunched deep into Gill's side. Another close up view showed
the glove driving into Gill's defined ribs and it seemed quite possible the
blow had cracked at least one rib. Then with Jute's glove lingering in place
the transfer of power continued and the blow forced Gill away to Jute's left,
barely able to stand she reeled away as an ugly deep bruise instantly formed
at the impact sight.

Back to normal speed and Jute could have followed but she just watched as Gill
fought through the agony and just managed to stay on her feet. Now though
there was fear in Gill's eyes and Jute started to slowly approach and with
some desperation Gill scampered awkwardly around the ring favouring her
damaged left side her body gleaming with sweat. As Jute approached Gill fired
of another jab and caught Jute high on the forehead before scampering off.
This pattern repeated for a few minutes as Gill desperately kept away from
Jute and by now Gill had connected with over a dozen punches, hard punches as
Gill was no weakling, but Jute had not reacted to any of them. Eventually
though it had to happen, Gill made a mistake. Backing too far into the corner
she allowed Jute the chance to cut her off and Jute took it; stepping in
quickly, seemingly to try and get an angle on Gill's wounded left side, Jute
moved in but this left a gap for Gill to escape to Jute's left. Unluckily for
Gill this was a feint and Jute was just waiting for Gill to move and at the
moment she did Jute's 2nd punch of the fight struck home, a left hook swung in
and crushed into Gill's left breast, the small glove driving deep into the
tender flesh and flinging Gill back forcibly into the corner post instantly
cutting of Gill's shrill scream as the air was knocked out of her. Slowly Gill
started to pitch forward but before she could fall Jute drilled a right low
and hard into Gill's belly forcing an explosion of breath out of Gill and she
dropped to the ring floor.

Max now replayed Jute's two punches in slow motion. First was Jute's left hook
into Gill's left breast. As Gill made her desperate move out of the corner
Jute's left fist was already arcing up and in towards Gill's generous breast.
The small hard glove hit just below the nipple and as it sank in breast flesh
billowed up against Gill's upper torso as the glove slowly sank deeply into
and up through Gill's mammary, the nipple forced to point directly upright as
Jute's glove tried to rip Gill's breast up and off her body. Gill thudded back
into the corner post her left breast flung up above her shoulder and a deep
crater of white flesh showing where Jute's glove had so recently been sunk.
Then, before Gill could possibly react, Jute's right fist sunk wrist deep into
her lower belly, just below the navel and Gill's mouth, already gaping open
from the breast punch, erupted air and spittle as the breath was forced
completely out of her as she folded over Jute's glove.

3 punches and Gill was beaten, Jute stood over Gill as she lay on the floor
gagging for breath. Finally Jute said, ‘you'd better get up, my legs are far
more powerful than my fists'. Gill headed this warning and slowly struggled to
her feet, but she might as well not have bothered as the moment she was
upright Jute sent a left uppercut into the base of Gill's right breast driving
Gill up onto her toes and back into the corner where she sagged back and
started to slide down the post her scream ringing in the audiences ears before
it was cut off by a right from Jute which sank viciously into Gill's panties.
Jute stepped away, arms aloft, as the stricken Gill pitched forward face down
onto the ring floor, completely defeated by 5 punches. The crowd roared ‘more,
more, more' as Jute paraded around the ring, her arms aloft but Gill lay
unmoving, stricken with agony, until the ref through a bucket of water over
her which forced a weak shudder from Gill's prone body and she started to
weakly writhe, contorted in agony with her gloves vainly pressed in against
her groin in an attempt to ease the pain.

Another slow mo now showed Jute's left fist drive up into Gill's heavy right
breast. Impacting right at the base of the breast and angling up at around
45º, Jutes glove tore into the soft, sensitive tissue. As the glove starts to
sink in Gill's breast accelerates upwards, but with Jute's blow landing partly
on unyielding bone and partly on breast the only place for Jute's glove to go
is upwards, pinching and grinding flesh into Gill's chest wall as it did so
stretching and pushing Gill's breast higher and higher up her body leaving
taught stretched out flesh behind and always digging in, compressing and
squeezing the sensitive internal glands against Gill's rib cage. Then as Gill
started to pitch forward, her mouth agape in agony from the breast blow Jute
stepped in driving her right fist full into Gill's brief white panties.
Already forced up against the corner post all of Jute's power was absorbed by
Gill's lower organs especially her uterus then, as Jute's glove penetrated
wickedly deep, just above the line of Gill's pubes it was made worse by Jute
giving her punch a twist just as it bottomed out, screwing and twisting into
Gill's tortured organs. A shot from below showed Jute's glove slowly
disappear, nearly up to the wrist, stretching the fabric of Gill's panties
tight and outlining her sex and then suddenly, as Jute's glove twisted, Gill's
bladder forcibly gave way and the thin white material darkened as urine
squirted out through the thin material and trickled down Gill's collapsing
legs.

The ref could be heard repeatedly saying ‘get up' to Gill and then, ‘come on,
you've lost so it's time to take your punishment'. Gill's only response was an
abject look of fear, turning to horror as two burly men grasped her under each
armpit and hauled her to her feet before binding her in the centre of the ring
her arms so tightly stretched out above her head that she was raised on to her
toes, but then ropes were attached to her ankles and her legs were pulled wide
apart so that she was fully suspended and almost in a perfect ‘splits'
position. Then the ref stepped forward and ripped Gill's sodden panties away
from her announcing that ‘Jute's hit Gill 5 times, is that enough?' the crowd
roared back ‘no, no, no', stamping their feet in time with the chant.

Gill was screaming ‘no, please no', as Jute approached but her cries were
drowned out by the crowd. Jute stepped forward and ripped her right fist into
Gill's left breast, the punch was so fast that Jute's arm was a blur and her
brutal fist drove straight into the nipple of Gill's generous breast crushing
the sensitive gland against Gill's chest wall, tortured flesh ballooning out
around Jute's glove as a horrific scream erupted from Gill's throat. Gill's
left breast instantly started to swell, livid deep bruising visibly darkening
and spreading in the aftermath of the vicious blow but Jute, her huge muscled
form now bathed in sweat, now blasted Gill's right breast and another huge
scream was dragged out of Gill who, head lolling, shook and thrashed in her
bounds

Gill was left to recover at her own pace whilst Jute paraded around the ring
whipping up the crowd into an even greater frenzy but all too soon for Gill
Jute decided she was ready for more punishment. Jute stepped forward driving
her fist into Gill's navel, and as her fist sunk deep into Gill's flesh an
explosion of air left Gill's mouth as her body contorted and caved in around
Jute's glove. Starved of air Gill gasped and wheezed, her face going crimson
as she failed to draw in enough breath as Jute stood watching and waiting.
Finally, the crisis for Gill faded as she eventually managed to get some
breath but this relief was short lived as Jute now sent in 4 of the most
horrific punches imaginable, first she targeted Gill's ovaries with a left and
right punch in quick succession to a point just above Gill's pubes and an inch
or so outside of them, each fist sinking deep into Gill's body but Gill wasn't
given any time to react as Jute's barrage continued with a left to the uterus
just above her pubes and finally the worst blow of all. With a barely a pause
Jute's right fist now rose up in an awful uppercut between Gill's widely
stretched thighs and crashed into her open sex with so much force that despite
being bound Gill leapt up into the air.

Needless to say even one of the last four blows would have driven Gill
unconscious so it was no surprise that as Jute stepped away Gill was limply
hanging in her bounds with deep black and purple bruising surrounding the
areas that Jute's fists had struck

The film faded out to black. ‘Director, she was one of our best agents',
‘well, at least now we know what happened to her and I presume the other 3
missing agents?' replied the assistant ‘yes, we have film of them also'. ‘So,
what's the problem then? We have Jute, we have evidence, why not put her in
the ring as we would any other murderer?' ‘Well', came the slow and hesitant
reply, ‘who could we put against her?, If Jute defeats our fighter she goes
free and then what would we do? It would severely undermine our system.'
‘Well', replied the assistant, ‘I hope you've got a solution'. ‘Yes, I really
think I do. A grudge match against one of Jute's former colleagues, a girl we
arrested a year ago and was beaten in her justice battle, Leoni her name is.
We rigged it then that Jute thinks Leoni ratted on her and Leoni has, how
shall we put it, been in our ‘care' ever since then and we've been training
her. She knows that her only chance of a free life is to beat Jute and believe
me, she's very motivated'. ‘Has Leoni seen these films?' ‘Well yes, and
remember she knows Jute and she's almost certainly seen some of them live...
so to speak'. ‘And dead then as well' retorted the assistant, ‘I suppose you
know that we found Gill dead 2 days after this was filmed? Internal injuries,
at the time we thought she'd been struck with a heavy weapon but now, well,
now we know different and Gill was an excellent fighter and an excellent
undercover cop, never lost a case and never lost a fight for us and this Jute
can destroy a woman like that with just 5 punches and you still think this
Leoni woman can beat her?' ‘Well maybe, but that's why we'll bill it as a
grudge match then if Jute wins she wont have defeated a Justice fighter, but
if she loses, well then we can re-tell the tale.

We've been training Leoni for speed and stamina as well as trying to build her
up, she had excellent technique but was nothing like fast or strong enough to
be effective at the top end, but she's trained 7 days a week for just over a
year now with the very best trainers and, as I said, she's motivated'. There
was silence for a few moments as both the Director and his assistant stared
hard as Max nervously waited for a response. It came from the assistant ‘I
think you've sentenced Leoni to death with this scheme, Jute wont worry about
what we'll do to her if she kills Leoni, after all what else can we do but try
to put someone in a ring against her? ‘Well I don't disagree but using Leoni
gives us 2 goes at sorting Jute out and, well, I've some film of Leoni to show
you later which might convince you that she does stand at least some chance
but first I'd like to show you one more fight of Jute's, against Michia sadly
another one of our missing agents. This fight shows what we think is Jute's
one weakness, it's what we've been planning Leoni's strategy around.

The screen sprang back into life, the same ring but now Jute faced a tanned,
lean 30ish woman of maybe around 5' 5'' who had short dark curly hair and a
pair of tiny breasts but these breasts were capped with thick, almost black,
large nipples, She was wearing a pair of skimpy, taught white knickers and the
V of her bush was clearly visible through the thin material.

Jute was similarly attired, her knickers though were drawn so tight against
her large mound that her cleft was clearly outlined, so clear that it was
obvious that she was clean shaven.

Both fighters, as before, were wearing small cruel gloves and Jute was driving
hers together in time with the chanting crowd, ‘Jute, Jute, Jute'. Jute's much
smaller opponent stood in her corner looking understandably scared, but with a
glint of defiance in her eyes her gloves were raised and ready as the ref
waved the fighters together. As they closed Michia taunted Jute, ‘don't you
think I'm too much of a match for you' and she struck a defiant pose for a
moment before closing in for the formality of touching gloves. Jute's
expresion barely flickered, there was just a quick flash of anger before she
regained her impassive look and then, as they touched gloves, her right fist
exploded out towards Michia. But Michia had scampered away only to quickly
dart in and strike out with her own right into Jute's left breast, a stinging
punch driven up hitting just below Jute's flinty small hard nipple. Jute
snarled and her left struck out towards Michia's head, a powerful punch that
would have threatened to part Micha's head from her body had it connected, but
Michia had weaved and danced away before the punch was halfway there only to
quickly dart in a send a quick jab into Jute's side before once again quickly
retreating.

In the centre of the ring Jute heaved herself around to face Micha, her left
breast now showing a clear red mark where Micha's small glove had impacted,
and approached the corner that Michia had retreated to, but, before Jute had
taken her second step Michia quickly darted away slipping under Jute's left
fist as she quickly tried to connect with the fleeing Michia. Jute turned as
Michia darted behind her to find Micha's glove driving into the side of her
left breast, the rough leather glove grinding and abrading her nipple as it
drove through and across the breast. Again Jute snarled and hurled a left and
right in Michia's general direction but Michia's quick scampering kept her
clear. Jute was becoming more and more angered at her inability to connect
with Michia and her swings were becoming wilder and wilder as Michia continued
to taunt her, ducking, weaving and dancing around her in a blur connecting
with the occasional stinging blow to Jute's breasts and body. In truth these
blows were nothing to Jute but they added to her frustration and anger at not
connecting with the small darting figure in front of her.

After a few minutes of Michia madly darting around the room an appreciation of
how fit Michia was began to gain admiration from the crowd. She'd now scored
half a dozen blows to Jute's breasts, red blotches attesting to the
effectiveness of the small gloves which also showed several scores to Jute's
body and although she was bathed in sweat her breathing seemed steady and un
laboured. Meanwhile Jute was equally sweat sodden and beginning to blow a bit
as each huge swing ate into her energy reserves. Jute was not used to staying
in the ring this long, once she'd connected once or perhaps twice with an
opponent that was usually it, her problem with Michia was in getting that
connection and now Michia danced towards her taunting Jute to strike out.
Michia kept moving weaving in front of Jute as Jute tried to line up a punch
and then with perfect timing Michia dropped underneath Jute's powerful right
and sank her right fist into Jute's panties where they dipped into Jute's sex
and then continuing her movement she fell completely to the floor and rolled
quickly aside before springing back to her feet just in time to dodge an
enraged Jute who with a huge bellow was charging at her across the ring. As
Michia dodged, Jute ended up running headlong into the ropes which flung her
back into the ring stumbling to retain her balance. Jute shrugged of the blow,
her one concession was a brief rub of her sex with her gloved fist but her
expression and yell of rage told the crowd that this blow had stung and she
strode after Michia flinging punches from all angles as Michia desperately
dodged aside time after time she managed to fling herself away from Jute's
charging attacks, no longer hitting back at Jute her entire efforts were to
evade the enraged Jute. Gradually Jute slowed, breathing heavily and Michia
dared to dodge a right and flick her left into Jute's breast, but Michia had
darted in one too many times and finally Jute had worked out a plan so this
time Jute had swung her own left in a swinging arc across her body so as her
right fist was sailing past Micha, her left caught Michia in the belly and
despite not being a straight blow Michia's face contorted in agony as she
tried to get away. Stumbling to Jute's right Michia fetched up against the
ropes and before she could slide away Jute powered a right into Michia's
stubby left nipple, the small hard glove ripped into Michia's small breast
with so much force that Michia was flung backwards into the ropes a shriek of
agony bursting from her throat. Michia now made a fatal error. With Jute
lining up her next shot Michia flung herself forwards into a clinch. In most
boxing bouts this would be a reasonable technique but as she flung her arms
around Jute's big frame Jute returned the favour and embraced Michia tight
around her upper torso, but then she loosened her grip and sinking down Jute
changed her grip to Micha's waist and straightening quickly she lifted Micha
at least a foot of the floor holding her so tight that all of Jute's muscles,
tensed and rippled with effort. Michia's face was now over Jute's left
shoulder and it contorted with pain, her fists beating ineffectually on to
Jute's back as the bearhug bit deep into Michia, her efforts to escape
becoming more and more desperate as the air was squeezed out of her. Jute
carried Michia into the centre of the ring and continued the squeeze until she
felt Michia start to go limp. From behind Jute the camera captured Michia's
face start to go slack, her arms dropped down Jute's back and a trickle of
drool fell from her open mouth. At this point Jute heaved Michia even higher
up and started to drive towards the corner, each step increasing in speed
until just a few feet from the corner she flung the limp Micha backwards into
the corner post. Micha landed with a thud and started to slide down the post
but Jute quickly stepped in and held her with an arm under each armpit.

Michia hung unconscious in the corner held up by Jute whilst from outside the
ring a bucketful of iced water was flung over both Jute and Micha. Slowly
Micha spluttered back awake, straining for breath after the bear hug and
impact with the corner post, she gradually wheezed enough air into her lungs
to become aware of her situation and her eyes flickered left and right,
looking for an avenue of escape but, held by Jute, there was nowhere to go.
Jute slipped her arms out from under Micha but before Micha could do anything
Jute's left fist crushed Micha's right breast driving Micha hard back against
the corner post and with a shrill scream she started to sag down to the floor.
As she did so her legs parted and Jute leaned into a fierce uppercut driving
her right fist up hard between Micha's splayed legs with such force that Micha
was raised up onto her toes, her mouth open in an O of agony as she was held
up by Jute's impaling fist. Jute held the pose for a few moments as Micha went
limp propped up on Jute's fist before Jute allowed Micha to crumple
soundlessly to the floor.

The tape finished and there was silence for a few moments and then the
assistant spoke ‘So, the plan is to get Jute mad in the ring is it? From what
we've just seen surely that just delays the inevitable doesn't it?' Well, I
think it gives us a chance and also note how much Jute was blowing when she'd
been chasing around the ring a little, she trains for strength not stamina and
the other thing which gives us a chance is that we'd never use gloves like
that in a justice battle so a one punch finish would be harder for Jute to
achieve. Let's look at the tape of Leoni and you'll see what I mean'.

The tape started. Leoni was exercising on a large gym mat and incongruously
she seemed to be going through a gymnastics routine, rolls, tumbles, flips and
then she went into a handstand with her legs straight up into the air, holding
and holding she then gradually spread her legs into a perfect split before
starting another routine of tumbles. She was wearing a sweat stained leotard
and looked a lot more lithe and hard than she had in her fight against Miya,
the one thing that hadn't changed was the twin prominences of her nipples. Her
exercises continued as a graceful demonstration of extreme female suppleness
and agility that would have graced any gymnastics hall. ‘So', came the comment
‘she's going to dance Jute into submission is she', ‘Of course not, I'm
showing you this to explain that we've not just been training her how to box,
she needs that of course but she'll need supreme speed and agility as well and
that's where this comes in. In fact this is her warm down that she does every
day. We've also been strengthening her up as well as boxing training'.

As if on cue the scene changed and Leoni was in a gym, now wearing briefs and
a sports bra she was doing crunches laid out on her back, fast crunches and a
count was going on in the background 90, 91, 92, then at 100 Leoni sprang up
into a handstand and hooked her feet into a dangling rope which was then
securely fastened around her ankles. Taking her weight by the rope and with an
assistant holding her legs Leoni amazingly started to do vertical sit ups
reaching up and touching her toes in the ropes. After 20 of these she reached
up and pulled herself free of the rope before swinging around and dropping to
the floor into another set of crunches. ‘She lost nearly 10kg when she started
this regime but she's gradually built herself up to about 3 kg less than when
she fought Miya, but although we've built up her strength we've concentrated
on speed stamina and agility so every aspect of her training includes these
sort of agility excercises'.

The scene changed again and it looked like Leoni had been transplanted into a
science fiction movie. Wearing boxing gloves and a virtual reality headset she
was facing a large, vaguely human shaped robot. ‘That's our Jute, we've
created a simulation that is the same size and programmed it to box against
Leoni. During Leoni's training we've been increasing the power and speed of
the robot to match Jute based on the film we've seen'. As this was being said
Leoni and the robot sprung into action. Leoni ducking and weaving around
firing crisps blows to the robots head but unlike the film of Jute they'd seen
earlier the robot Jute was much more mobile and Leoni was quickly working up a
sweat keeping out of range of it's quick powerful punches. ‘Well actually this
robot is quicker than the Jute we've seen but we reckon that in those fights
Jute wasn't pushed to the limit', ‘what about the punching strength, surely if
you set it to punch at full strength aren't you risking injuring Leoni?'
‘Well, she's taken the odd knock, well quite a few knocks actually, but she
needs to know how hard Jute really punches otherwise she wont have the proper
regard for her'. At this the group stopped and watched as Leoni sweated away,
working hard to avoid the swings and punches from the robot which were just
barely missing. Gradually the men became aware the Robot was upping the pace
and Leoni was finding it harder and to land punches and was becoming more and
more on the defensive until with a crisp smack the robot landed a punch to
Leoni's belly. Leoni grimaced and fell into a roll springing up and dancing
away as the robot chased after her, a left and a right whistling past Leoni's
head. Leoni then managed her own combination, a quick one two low into the
Robot before taking another hard blow again to her belly and with a pained
look she just barely managed to avoid a severely low blow. Now though Leoni
was off balance and the Robot scored with a blow into Leoni's side knocking
Leoni to the floor. The robot then swung a leg hard towards Leoni who was
desperately scrambling away. ‘Oh, we've also programmed it to fight dirty, as
you can see' came the aside from Max as the group watched Leoni somehow spring
back to her feet again and score two quick blows to the robots head until
suddenly the robot froze with it's fist millimetres away from the point of
Leoni's jaw. Leoni slumped, momentarily dejected, as a coach started talking
earnestly to her and the scene faded away.

‘Well she lost that one, we've set it so that it freezes at the point of a
winning punch, but what you saw there was the programme on it's hardest
setting and that's all Leoni's been fighting for the last month', he paused,
‘she has beaten it, well not actually beaten it as such because we've
programmed it to never lose, but she's lasted long enough a few times that we
think the real Jute would have been beaten, maybe 10 to 15% of the time, now
we're at the stage where more training might be counter productive, she's as
fit as she could be and needs to fight'. ‘But', countered the assistant
‘you're saying that she's got little more than a 1 in 10 chance?' ‘No, I
believe it's better than that. When she's fighting the robot she knows that
her life isn't in danger, she isn't as motivated and the Robot doesn't feel
pain, get angry or make mistakes. I think that in a fight now she would have
around a 1 in 5 chance but I'd also like us to use the big ring that we have
in the underground arena. That place is hot, especially now in the summer, and
that will help make Leoni's stamina count for more and maybe give her a 1 in 4
chance, at least that's what our computer simulations say'.

The Director gestured for quiet. ‘I've heard and seen enough. I like your
forward thinking, well done. Set up the fight as you've described and make
sure that there is plenty of publicity. Although I very much doubt that Leoni
has any chance against Jute, I don't think it matters, we'll rake in the cash
as soon as people see what sort of fighter Jute is. And then after Leoni's so
called

‘grudge match' we'll find someone who can take Jute in an official Justice
battle unless, of course, by some miracle Leoni actually wins.'

So the scene is set and Leoni will have the battle of, and perhaps for, her
very life.

Part 2, to follow

TJ Constructive criticism is welcomed at: lesnig@yahoo.com