The Office Challenge
Elliebi@aol.com


	The National Sports Network recently started a second 
network, NSN-II, which covers the rougher sports like wrestling, 
boxing, ultimate fighting, karate, kickboxing, and the like.  The 
anchor people and announcers must know the scene and be familiar 
with all facets of these sports, including the moves, people, and 
personal angles, such as grudges and dislikes.  Two of the newer 
announcers are very good at this and know almost all there is.  
They both know the moves, are very experienced at fighting, and 
can speak with authority when interviewing fighters.  The only bad 
aspect of this is they hate each other and have often argued.
	Carl Erickson is a tough, knowledgeable announcer who is one 
of the best in the business.  He is an ex-boxer who fought 
professionally after college and the Army.  He stands 5'10", 194, 
with a lean, muscular body that years of weightlifting, wrestling, 
and boxing have chiseled.  He's the number #1 announcer at NSN-II.  
His partner at most matches is Shana Carter, a dark-haired, 5'6", 
161 lb. muscle beauty who can handle herself in wrestling, boxing, 
and streetfighting.  She's an adventuresome woman who thrives on 
excitement.  Shana works part-time as a boxer/wrestler at an adult 
nightclub.  She is a definite TV and live audience favorite as she 
interviews fighters and asks the tough questions.  Our surveys 
have shown a definite boost in ratings with men and women when 
Shana works some of the fights.  
	When Shana joined NSN-II, Carl was angry about being 
upstaged by a woman who knew nothing about the fight games.  But 
she soon proved him and a lot of others wrong.  He was so upset 
Carl tried to get rid of her.   He continued working hard to dump 
her and convinced some of the other TV and fight people that she 
should be fired.  During one of the early fights they worked, 
Shana commented on the countermoves the fighter should have made, 
but didn't, which cost him the fight.  Carl was surprised and 
asked about her knowledge.  She answered that she trained as a 
boxer and wrestler for exercise, competition, and excitement.  
Shana also mentioned her stint as a fighter at a local club.  This 
really got Carl stirred up and he tried to embarass her with a lot 
more questions.  She answered each question with ease and told him 
if he was intent on showing her up, he should be much better 
prepared.  He laughed it off, but was very angry about her cocky 
attitude.  He asked where this local club was and she gave him the 
name, the Womyns' Room.  She fought Tuesday nights when she didn't 
have to work.  After the matches finished, he decided the two of 
us would visit and watch her fight.  But he was also thinking 
about how thrilling it would be to give her a real taste of 
fighting and put her away permanently.  Little did he know Shana 
was having similar thoughts and wanted to ask him for a match.
	
	When we arrived at her club, the owner showed us to a 
special table near the stage which had a great view of the fight 
area.  
	"Shana wants you to sit here because of the great view.  She 
doesn't want you to miss a thing."  The owner was a very sexy 
woman of about 45 who thoroughly enjoyed her club and the women 
who came there.  "Shana 's the main event tonight and she's taking 
on as many opponents as she can.  That babe is a real favorite 
around here."
	The preliminary fight was between two women who were new to 
this action.  They were very fast and hit with hard punches, but 
didn't know how to defend.  The fights all went three rounds and 
this one ended with the smaller girl scoring a viscious knockout 
over the bigger girl after a flurry of lefts and rights left the 
girl staggering and dazed.  The crowd, mostly women, really 
cheered on the smaller girl, who responded with that brutal 
beating of her bigger opponent.  The poor girl tried to fight 
back, but the smaller girl was too fast and danced while slamming 
lefts and rights into her face and breasts.  The big girl finally 
slumped against the ropes and tried to submit, but caught a series 
of punches to her head and breasts and dropped like a rock.  The 
attendants rushed to her and wiped the blood from her face and 
helped her back to the locker room.  Her breasts were covered in 
red welts and nasty bruises.  The crowd loved every second of the 
slaughter.  We didn't think this would be so brutal and were very 
surprised.
	Shana was fighting two opponents tonight, first a woman of 
good streetfighting ability, followed by a man who was a solid 
puncher.  Both were larger than Shana.  These fights were three 
rounds, the boxers fought topless, and the bell didn't save 
anyone.  The first to quit or go down for a ten-count lost.  The 
rules also allowed anything including wrestling which the women 
loved.  Her first opponent was Biker Belle Starr who came to the 
stage wearing black leather briefs, a motorcycle jacket and karate 
gloves that allowed the use of fingers and hands.  She stood 5'10 
and weighed 189 with a solid look.  Her breasts were large and 
stood out with stiff nipples.  Shana was wearing red briefs and 
the same gloves and weighed in at 156 lbs.  Belle looked ferocious 
and ready to fight.  She had a large group of women in her corner 
cheering. 
	At the bell, she came out jabbing quick and hard.  Shana 
blocked most of them, but some hit her face and head.  Belle 
knocked Shana down with several well-aimed shots to her head and 
body.  As she tried to get up, Belle kicked her ribs and then 
dropped her again with a hard left to her chin.  Shana fell back 
down and tried to get back up, but Belle kept after her with more 
kicks.  Finally Shana rolled out and got to her feet.  She walked 
around the ring shaking her head and trying to regain her senses.  
The owner kept count and as she neared 20, Shana climbed back in 
the ring. 
	When she re-entered the ring, Belle charged in, but Shana 
ducked her wild swings and met her with two hard jabs to her nose.  
The second one mashed it and caused a lot of bleeding.  Belle 
didn't back down and kept aiming punches at Shana.  But Shana 
stood her ground and took some her shots then fired jabs at Belle.  
Both women were beating each other and wanted very much to hurt 
the other.  Belle kept punching at Shana's head, landing some hard 
blows that stunned her and drew blood from her nose.  Shana backed 
off and looked for openings.  But the bell sounded before she 
could find any.
	"Come on damn it, fight!" Belle screamed as she walked back 
to her corner.
	"Come and get me, tubby!" Shana fired back.  This infuriated 
Belle who charged at Shana, but was held back by some of her 
friends.  
	At the bell  Shana ran out and landed several kidney punches 
that weakened Belle.  As Belle tried to back off, Shana landed 
several combinations to her face and belly.  Belle was lost trying 
to cover up.  She began backpeddling to avoid Shana's fists, but 
Shana was a fighter possessed and began slamming Belle's head and 
body all over the ring.  Belle's arms and body were tired; she 
could hardly hold up her arms to fend off the flurry of punches.  
With each left, right combination, Belle sagged against the ropes 
trying to dodge the attack.  Shana moved in and grabbed Belle's 
hair dragging her around the ring helpless.  She looked at her 
friends who cheered and yelled to her to finish the "big bad biker 
babe".  Shana obliged and went inside with a left-right combo to 
the ribs, then another to her face.  Belle was dazed and unable to 
focus on the fight, but still wouldn't go down.  She swayed and 
staggered as Shana kept pounding her face, cutting and closing 
both eyes and her upper lip.  She finally hammered Belle with a 
combo to her face and forced the big woman to fall against the 
ropes and to the mat.  She tried once to get up, but Shana landed 
a vicious kick to her head and Belle dropped out cold.  Shana 
stood over her looking very tired, but sexy, with the sweat 
glistening over her bruised body.  Shana gave one last mark of 
victory as she kicked Belle's ribs, causing her to grunt and fold 
up in pain.  Carl definitely liked the action, but showed some 
concern about facing her.
	"She certainly will be a tough opponent," he muttered.
	Shana walked over to our table and told us the second fight 
would start in about 30 minutes.  We both congratulated her and 
marvelled at her ability.  She strutted back to her dressing room 
to prepare for her next fight.  We talked about the fight and how 
easily she seemed to beat the biker girl.  Even Belle's friends 
gave Shana a hand after she beat their friend senseless.  Her next 
fight was against a man who had been a pro fighter.  His fought 
under the name Jorge Velez, the Mexico City Mauler.  
	He walked out to the ring with a woman.  Most of the crowd 
booed them as they climbed into the ring.  Shana was waiting 
behind some curtains for her grand entrance after her opponent was 
in his corner.  As she strutted down the aisle, the women began 
cheering her and kept up the cheers as she climbed into the ring. 
Shana walked around the ring waving to her friends and stopped in 
his corner. He looked solid at 5'7. 196 lbs. and with his 
girlfriend worked as bouncers and club fighters throughout the 
East Coast.  He was noted for his dirty tactics, which were 
negated here in this no-rules fight.  He always ended the fights 
early because he tired early and had a hard time holding up his 
thick arms.  Stamina was not what he was noted for.  Shana wanted 
to keep him busy and weaken him, then go for the kill when he was 
defenseless.
	"Hey, Mauler baby, see what I did a few minutes ago?" Shana 
yelled to Billy.  He ignored her and just wanted to fight.  They 
stood in their corners glaring at each other.  At the bell they 
both charged out hoping to quickly hurt the other.  Billy quickly 
landed jabs and hooks to her head which dazed her.  She backed off 
and danced around the ring to get her bearings.  But Billy kept 
attacking and got to her head and body with more shots.  She 
slowly slumped against the ropes as he kept hammering her body and 
chest, then drove a vicious kneelift into her chest as she sagged 
against the ropes and fell to the mat.  She tried to rise, but 
Billy kept up the pressure with several kicks to her chest and 
belly.  He finally backed off to let her up and turned his back to 
her and laughed.
	"So this is the great Shana Carter.  What an over-rated 
piece of crap!  Watch me kick her ass, then send her home crying, 
if she's alive."
	She slowly got up and he casually walked over to her and 
raised his left arm to smash her face when she quickly fired lefts 
and rights to his head and body.  He blocked some, but the later 
ones got through, hurting him.  Now he backed off, but she kept 
coming, pounding his head with combos and jabs.  He tried to cover 
up, but was unable as she kept up the assault.  Just as he was 
feeling the full force of her fists, the bell sounded.  
	He had lost the momentum as Shana was quick with her jabs to 
his face.  She opened a cut and split a lip before he could block 
her shots.  He had to do something about her and fast.  His 
partner was very angry with him for letting her go this far.
	"You dumb shit.  You should put her away in the first 
round," She yelled at her hurting lover.  "Now she'll recover and 
come at you like a tornado."  
	"Don't worry, I'll fuck her up this round," Jorge assured 
her.  "She's dead this round."  His partner just shook her head in 
disbelief.
	The bell sounded and they both came out slower.  Shana tried 
a few jabs and connected with one before he blocked the dew and 
drove a left into her right breast.  Shana fell back rubbing her 
breast, not sure how he nailed her.  She was pissed for getting 
sloppy and told herself to get serious and end this now.  She 
moved in and fired a few jabs then a left to his belly.  This 
stopped him and as he backed up, she jabbed with a hard left into 
his nose which broke it and stunned him; his blood running over 
his face and chest. 
	"Hey dufus, can't you fight?  My kid sister can beat you.  
Maybe next week she will."  He tried to attack with the rage of a 
wounded bull, swinging wildly and missing her by a mile.  Shana 
ducked his arms and danced around, laughing and teasing him.  
	"Ha ha, you missed.  Come on Mauler, hit this chin," she 
taunted as she stuck out her chin.  But his arms were getting 
heavy and fell, leaving him wide open for her assault.  She 
pummelled him with lefts and rights as his head snapped from side 
to side with her battering.  Both eyes start to closed and he 
stumbled around the ring, trying to mumbled something, but was 
nearly out cold on his feet.  She was about to deliver the final 
punch when the bell rang.  He was saved for one more round.  
	"You stupid, dumbass!  You better wake up and fight," 
Jorge's girl yelled at him. "She's got you so beat up, you can't 
do a fucking thing right.  Now start fighting."	
	At the bell Shana came out fast and tried to end the brawl.  
She drove punches into his belly, chest and head, but Jorge stood 
and still tried to fight back.  She got hit a few times and 
decided to back off and let him wear himself down.  He went after 
her, but couldn't catch her as Shana ducked and danced all over.  
He lumbered around the ring after her, his arms flailing at the 
air and legs losing their strength.  He finally lost his ability 
to stalk her and leaned against the ropes to rest.  Shana saw her 
chance and moved in.  She peppered his face with jabs at will.  
She snapped his head from side-to-side with each jab.  With his 
arms hanging uselessly at his sides, Shana had a field day with 
her opponent.  With a final right cross, she put him down and out.  
Jorge collapsed to the canvass unconscious.  Shana was definitely 
a talented fighter, who had the respect of the crowd and Carl.  
Just to prove her mastery of this slug, she viciously lashed out 
at his head with a well-placed kick to the face.  She was already 
thinking about the fight with Carl and winked at him.  And now 
Carl was more than concerned about the match.  But, he thought, at 
least I'm in much better shape than these barroom brawlers. 
	For the next two weeks, the two barely spoke to each other 
except on the air.  Shana finally asked why he gave her the cold 
shoulder.
	"I want to make sure there's no chance of friendship getting 
in the way of our fight.  This is too important to me."
	"Well, Carl baby, this fight will help our relationship, 
such as it is.  We work well on the air, but I think you're an 
ass, a self-important ass, and you need to come back down to 
earth."  He was stunned by the comments and thought he really did 
want to beat the shit out of this whore.

	The night of the fight was very exciting.  Shana and Carl 
met at the club and went to the locker rooms to change.  They 
would fight alone with only a video recorder taping the fight.  He 
came out wearing black Speedo briefs, his tanned body rippling 
with muscles.  Shana slowly walked out wearing nothing but a deep 
purple thong, an ankle bracelet and 5 inch heels.  Her tight and 
gorgeous body also rippled with muscles, but there was a definite 
feminine aura about her.  She was the woman every man dreamed of.  
The heels made her slightly taller than Carl, but he was too busy 
staring at her beauty to notice.  She rubbed up against him and 
strutted around the room, showing off her beauty.  He held her and 
rubbed his hard cock against her body.  She loved it; this was 
what she wanted.  An opponent who was more concerned with her 
looks than her ability.  She kicked off the heels and stood before 
him, ready for a fight.  They agreed to the karate gloves, 
barefeet, anything goes and a one-round-to-the-finish affair.  
	When  they started, both came out slowly jabbing and 
sparring, trying to feel each other out.  She was very nimble and 
danced around looking for openings.  Shana threw a few jabs, 
smacking his face, but not hitting solidly.  As she danced around, 
Carl lashed out with a sweep of his left leg and took her down.  
He quickly dove on her and pinned her arms and began punching her 
face and head.  But before he could hurt her, she slipped out of 
his grasp rolled away.  As they stood, Shana lunged at him, taking 
him down and punching his ribs and kidneys.  He was hurt and just 
managed to throw her off and escape.  As they got to their feet, 
Carl grabbed her and pushed her into the ropes trying to punch her 
ribs.
	Shana covered up and wrapped her arms arounf his waist, 
lifting and throwing him over the top rope.  She laughed at him as 
he rolled around and got to his feet.
	"Hey big boy, the fight's in here," she taunted.  "If you're 
ready to quit, just tell me and I won't say a thing to anyone."
	He climbed back in very intent on making her pay for that 
teasing.  She kept the pressure on him, but he returned the favor 
with solid punches to her belly and breasts.  She was forced to 
back off, but he kept after her with more jabs and kicks to her 
belly and crotch.  Shana was suddenly in trouble as he pounded 
her.  She tried to run from him, but he trapped her in a corner 
and pummelled her, beating her body. She managed to block some of 
the shots but he was getting through and she felt it. She winced 
from the pain of the shots to her breasts, but she saw an opening 
and sent a hard right into his belly.  
	He was suddenly stopped, but the rock-hard muscles held.  
She repeated it and they started to give and he backed up.  Shana 
sensed his weakness and tried to followed him, stalking him around 
the room, bouncing shots off his head, trying to open his 
midsection.  As she moved in close, Carl kicked her in the gut, 
making her double-up, then sent an uppercut into her head.  Shana 
dropped and he jumped her trying to pin her arms and continue the 
beating.  She was dazed, but still full of fight.  Shana grabbed a 
hand and twisted it back, nearly breaking it.  Carl screamed and 
rolled toward the hand, trying to stop the pain.  With both 
sweating, he slipped from her grasp and stood, rubbing his hand.  
Shana stood, but was hurt and tried to rub the pain from her chest 
and head.
	They both assumed the boxing stance.  He moved in on her and 
jabbed her face, but she blocked it.  He feinted with a left, but 
missed her right coming into his head.  It rocked him and he 
backed up dazed and tired.  He staggered back, as she relentlessly 
moved in.  He landed jabs but they were weak and didn't stop her.  
Shana now smelled victory and went after it.  The punches didn't 
seem to bother her as she stalked him.  He sent several feeble 
punches which she blocked and taunted him.
	"Is that all you have?  I guess my kid sister will be busy 
with you, you bloated piece of shit."
	He kept up with her, but she blocked his weak punches and 
peppered his face with jabs. He did block some, but a lot got in 
and hurt.  She continued pummeling him as he feebly tried to stop 
her.  Finally he lunged at her forcing her to the floor, where he 
tried to attack her body.  She easily got away and stood, waiting 
for him to rise.  She met him as he tried to stand and held his 
chin with one hand and drove a staggering right into the side of 
his head, dropping him like a rock.  She walked over to him and 
yanked him up by his hair, holding him in the sitting position, 
his arms hanging at his sides.
	"Sure doesn't look like much of a fighter, does he?  I 
thought you said you could fight.  Looks like you can't do much at 
all?"
	She backed off and let him fall back to the floor and rest.  
As he finally stood and tried to assume the stance, she easily 
brushed aside his weak jabs and sent a flurry of fists into his 
head and body.  Shana grabbed his hair and pulled him down then 
drove a knee into his head sending him into the ropes.  Carl was 
dazed and staggered around nearly unconscious.  Shana just 
continued landing more punches, forcing him to double-up and 
wheeze in pain.  With a few more kneelifts Carl was totally 
beaten.  Both eyes were puffy, his lips were split, and nasty 
bruises covered his head, chest, and midsection. He was dazed and 
unable to continue, so she backed him into a corner and finished 
him with a left, right combo to the head.  Carl slowly sank to the 
floor, out cold.
	A few minutes later, Shana revived him with a compress, 
harshly wiping off the blood.  He tried to brush her hand aside, 
but she grabbed his chin and held it firmly, glaring into his 
eyes. 
	"You want some more of that?  Now clean up, you have some 
important business to finish. Get ready to please me or go to 
intensive care!"

	Shana dragged Carl into a corner where she sat on the middle 
rope and pulled his head in close to her crotch.
	"Now my great fighter, you are going to please me even more 
than you did with that beating."  She held his face close to her 
then roughly rubbed his face over her wet pussy.  She released him 
and pulled down her briefs.  "Now baby, come and get it."
He looked up at her in despair, but she couldn't care less.  She 
pulled his face into her pussy and quickly began cuming over his 
mouth.  Shana was in another world as she poured her cream into 
his mouth and over his face.  Her thighs clamped around his head 
and held him tightly while she kept cuming.  Her hips thrust with 
each spasm rubbing her thick hair over his badly beaten face.  
	"You know, dear, you should be better at this.  Your hardon 
made me think that you could handle this.  Maybe it was just a 
banana."  Carl was held captive at her pussy and could barely 
breath.  His cock was hard as a rock, but to no avail.  Suddenly a 
door opened and the owner walked in.
	"Shana, that was a fantastic fight.  You tore his fucking 
head off.  The rest of the girls will love this tape.  When you 
finish, we'll go home."  Shana finally came down and took a deep 
breath.  She pulled Carl's head away and smiled at him.  He stood 
and seemed ashamed at his cock sticking out of his briefs.  The 
owner stepped up to him and took hold of his cock, taking the full 
eight inches in her hands.  She gently rubbed it until he shot all 
over her hands.  She smiled and threw a towel at him.
	"Anytime you want to see the fights, I'll have a table ready 
for you."