Michelle

The Bare Knuckle Boxer

Michelle was very nervous. Today was the day she had decided to approach Johnny Martino, the 
sinister looking little man who was always hanging around on the corner in front of a bar near 
her office. She had heard Johnny touting underground bare-knuckled boxing matches and since 
her encounter with two escaped convicts where she had beaten both of them brutally when they 
attacked her while she was on a camping trip, for some strange reason she wanted to try it.
Michelle had found somewhat to her surprise that she was good with her fists, and it was her 
powerful physique that had been the cause of her being on that camping trip in the first place. 
Her boyfriend had complained about her being too muscular, and had dumped Michelle for 
another woman. Michelle had punched him out, then taken time off to spend in the mountains 
getting herself together. Then came the run in with the convicts, in which she left one dead and 
the other battered beyond recognition. She also found that even with the fear she had to 
overcome from the convicts, she liked pounding them with her fists, it was a rush like she had 
never felt before. It was part adrenaline, part sexual, all excitement. It was a feeling she wanted 
to have again. Johnny Martino seemed to offer a way to do it. Michelle left work and made her 
way to Johnny's hangout. She asked him about the fights. "You want to go watch?" Johnny asked 
her. "Maybe," Michelle responded. "How much does it cost?" Johnny grinned at her. "One 
hundred bucks just to get in the door. If you want a decent seat, it will cost you a lot more than 
that." Michelle continued her inquiry "Do they ever have female fighters?" she asked. Johnny 
replied, "Yes, however they fight by weight, not by gender so the women that try this wind up 
fighting men most of the time. That's why they have to be a special breed of fighter."  Michelle 
continued on. "Is it regulation boxing?" She already had a pretty good idea of the answer, but 
was still a surprised as Johnny explained. "No ring, just a cage that is locked with the fighters and 
a referee inside. No rounds and no time limit. They box until one of them is knocked out or gives 
up. Sometimes the opponent doesn't accept the surrender, and just keeps pounding away until the 
loser is unconscious. The referee does not interfere with that. The people are paying a lot of 
money to see blood and they want lots of it. The referee is there to make sure they stick to 
boxing. Since they do not wear gloves, occasionally one fighter, usually one who is getting beat, 
will resort to wrestling or kicking. They get one warning, then they are disqualified. I don't know 
what happens to them, but we never see them again in our arena. All in all it is pretty brutal, but 
we sell out every time. We have fights three nights a week, right now." Michelle continued to 
quiz him on the fights. Johnny was willing to talk to her, because he had seen her around for a 
long time and knew she worked in the area. "How much do they get paid to subject themselves to 
a potential severe beating like that.", she asked. "Beginners usually get five thousand per fight. If 
they survive and develop a following, then the pay goes up considerably. They usually fight only 
once a month. Even the winners get beat up enough that it takes them that long to recover and be 
ready to go again. You sure are asking a lot of questions, do you want to go or not?" Johnny said. 
"Yes I want to go," Michelle said. Johnny pulled a blue slip of paper from his pocket and wrote 
an address on it. "Be there tomorrow night at eight o'clock sharp. Show this to the guy at the 
door. Have your money with you then. You can bring one person with you if you want to. A lot 
of folks say it makes them very hot, and the sex afterwards is the best they have had in a long 
time."


Michelle arrived at a few minutes before eight.  She was alone after having broken up with her 
long time boyfriend a short while ago. The building appeared to be a deserted factory. She 
knocked on the door and a man dressed in a tuxedo opened a sliding panel. Michelle showed
him the paper Johnny had given her. The man scrutinized it then opened the door and admitted 
her. She entered a foyer with several doors opening from it. "Go straight ahead 'til you get to the 
double doors. Go through them and into the arena. Find a seat anywhere behind the blue ropes."
Michelle followed the instructions. As she opened the doors she entered a large room that opened 
at least three stories high, and filled with bleacher type seats. It was completely filled. Michelle 
was looking for a seat when she felt a hand on her arm. It was Johnny. "I see you're by yourself. 
Come and sit with me, it will be a much better seat." Michelle followed him. Johnny went right 
up to the front and found two seats. Michelle could see a cage built with heavy wire, with only 
one door leading in. The cage looked to be about twenty feet by twenty feet and was circular 
rather than square. Another man in a tuxedo came out in front of the cage carrying a microphone. 
He started to explain what would happen. He stated that there were eight weight classes starting 
at 135 pounds and going up by twelve pounds, so it would be 135, 147, 159, 171, 183, 195, 207, 
and unlimited. There were not fights in each class every night. Tonight's first bout would be in 
the 184 class. The fighters weighed in at 181 and 178 respectively.  The announcer reiterated no 
rounds and no time limit. The count for a knockout was one minute on a timer set by the referee. 
As they entered the cage with the referee, Michelle felt a chill run up and down her back. They 
both started the fight very cautiously, feeling each other out. They proceeded that way for several 
minutes. About five or six minutes into the fight, one fighter took control when his opponent 
missed with a left hook, exposing his body. Four vicious body punches later, he was folding up 
and gasping for breath. Then came a flurry of punches to his face. He tried to retreat, but backed 
into the wall of the cage. He tried to get away, but it was not to be. A tremendous hook to his jaw 
and he was down and out. The referee set the timer. When the chime went off the loser had 
barely started to stir. The referee raised the hand of the winner and two men came in and carried 
out the loser.  "What did you think of that?" Johnny asked Michelle. "Very exciting," she replied. 
"They really go at it.". "That was tame compared to some of the bouts," Johnny said.

"You might see a lot of blood in some of these scraps." The next bout went along lines similar to 
the first. Then the third fight of the evening was announced. "Weighing in at 146 pounds, and 
standing five feet nine inches tall is Jim Watson. His opponent weighing 142 pounds and 
standing five feet and four inches tall is Sally Graves." Michelle sat up in her chair as the first 
woman participant of the night entered the cage. Sally was giving up five inches and four pounds 
to her opponent. However, her arms and legs were much more muscular. As soon as the signal to 
start was given, Jim charged Sally. He figured to use his speed and quickness to overwhelm her. 
He landed several blows to Sally's midsection, but her strong stomach muscles absorbed them 
with no trouble. As he backed away, Sally stepped in and drove a left to his belly. He was also in 
good shape, but her punch had a lot more steam behind it, and he bent slightly at the waist. Sally 
fired a follow-up right cross that would have ended the fight right there if it had landed, but Jim 
ducked and it sailed over his head. He decided that this girl could be dangerous and he continued 
to box her at long range taking advantage of his height and reach. His jabs had caused several red 
splotches to form on Sally's face and her nose had a trickle of blood coming from it. She 
continued to stalk him around the ring. This went on for almost ten minutes. The crowd was 
buzzing. As Jim threw yet another left jab, Sally moved forward and took it on her cheek, but she 
had gotten close enough to hit back. Her left hook slammed into his jaw, snapping his head 
around. Before he could recover, her right was buried in his midsection. This time he had not 
been able to anticipate the body punch, so it rammed deep into his belly. As he folded around her 
fist, her left rocketed to his eye, again his head snapped around from the force of her punch. It 
was obvious that Sally had much more punching power than Jim. A right uppercut smashed his 
chin and Jim was down. He was hurt, but he beat the count back to his feet, but Sally was all over 
him.
Her powerful punches bashed his head and body. Finally that potent left hook smashed his jaw 
and he dropped face first to the floor. The count was a mere formality. Jim still hadn't stirred 
when the attendants entered the cage and hauled him out on a stretcher. "Wow!" Michelle 
gasped.
She was phenomenal." Johnny smiled at her. "The boss is unhappy with her. When she fights she 
just jumps in and KO's her opponents. She could get extra bonus money if she made the fight go 
longer and beat the guy up more. I told you before, this crowd wants blood and the boss wants to 
give it to them. She had a chance to bust that guy up, and didn't do it. These people really don't 
want to see a fight, they want to see a beating, and most of these guys will give it to them. The 
crowd would go crazy if a good looking woman like Sally would really brutalize the guy, but she 
won't do it. In fact the boss is considering dropping her because she won't. You have to give the 
customers what they want. How do you feel about that?" Michelle contemplated her answer. She 
thought that Sally had put on a magnificent performance and to hear Johnny say it wasn't brutal 
enough troubled her. When she was silent Johnny continued. "The fighters know what is 
expected when they start boxing here. If they wanted legitimate bouts with all the rules and 
sportsmanship, the should go some place else. This crowd pays a lot of money to see this and the 
fighters are well paid, so we have to give them what they are paying for."  The next fight also 
featured a mixed bout. Candi Allen, at 167 pounds was a bodybuilder appearing for only the 
fourth time. She had won the other three by sheer strength and stamina, not skill. Her opponent 
was Rollie Wilkins, at 170 pounds and a veteran of 27 fights. He had a reputation for being 
perhaps the most brutal of all the fighters in the stable. That is why he was the most popular with 
the crowd. Candi showed great muscular development, but look less than confident as she 
entered the cage. Rollie was mugging for the crowd. The fight started slowly, with Rollie dancing 
in and out, staying away from the obvious punching power of Candi. In comparing the two, 
Candi appeared to be slightly more muscular, but Rollie more athletic. He figured out that while 
very strong, Candi lacked the skill necessary to compete with a veteran like himself. He flicked 
jabs to her face constantly, causing her nose to start to bleed. His left was always in her face. 
Rollie always seemed to be just ahead of her with every move. He grew bolder as the fight wore 
on. He was starting to land combinations. Finally he made a mistake and got in too close. Candi 
drove a left hook to his ribs causing him to stagger sideways and followed up with a whistling 
right cross which dumped Rollie on his butt. As he regained his feet, he berated himself for being 
so careless. He resumed his dancing style, which frustrated Candi. Rollie began to land harder 
punches. Candi's inexperience became evident to the crowd. Rollie took control of the fight. 
Harder and harder blows were landed all over Candi's face and body. She clearly had only 
rudimentary skills, and no idea how to defend herself against someone like Rollie. Both of her 
eyes were damaged and swelling, her nose was bleeding. There were cuts all over her face.  Still 
Rollie kept up the barrage of punches. Candi went down two more times. She was beaten. "Now 
the fun starts!" Rollie announced to the crowd. He yanked Candi to her feet and resumed his 
fistic assault. her head was whipping back and forth in rythym to his fists. her blood was 
everywhere. Candi dropped to her knees. Rollie grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. 
Everyone was surprised at what he did next. He leaned down and said to Candi. "If you suck me 
off, I'll stop beating you." Candi looked up and spat at him. "Have it your way, bitch." Rollie 
smashed his fists into her face over and over. 

Michelle watched in awe as the man demolished the woman. Rollie hauled Candi to her feet once 
more. "A little blow job and you could have avoided all this pain." he sneered at her. Candi's face 
was covered with blood from the hammering she had received from the man's fists. Finally Rollie 
decided he had done enough damage to her. He played to the crowd and went into an exaggerated 
wind up with his right fist before he sent it crashing to Candi's jaw. She flopped over on her 
back, out cold. Rollie strutted around the ring, mugging for the crowd. Candi still hadn't moved 
when the attendants came to carry her from the cage. It would be a long time before she 
recovered enough to even consider appearing here again. Johnny spoke to Michelle, "Candi made 
the mistake of thinking her power and stamina could carry her through." He looked closely at 
Michelle before continuing."Anyone wanting to do this would do well to get a trainer and learn 
how to box and defend themselves. Candi was strong as an ox, but so is Rollie and he is a much 
more skilled boxer." Michelle was still almost in shock at what she had witnessed. Johnny asked 
"Are you ready to go?" Michelle indicated that she was. As she left the building, Michelle had 
very mixed emotions about what she had just seen. She was sickened by what she had seen 
happen to Candi Adams, but she was thrilled by the accomplishment of Sally Graves. She knew 
that if she was going to attempt to do this, she must find a trainer.

Michelle was unable to get the events of the past night out of her head. She was both frightened 
and intrigued at the prospect of participitating at the arena. After watching the destruction of 
Candi by Rollie she knew that she had to learn to box. She was strong, but like Candi, unskilled. 
She found a small gym on the other side of town with a old trainer who finally agreed to take her 
on as a student. Jacob Arhens had been involved with boxers all his adult life, first as a fighter, 
then as a trainer. He was skeptical, but he needed the money so he agreed to teach Michelle. She 
was eager for her first lesson. "You are obviously physically strong, so technique is what you 
need to learn as well as improving your speed and stamina. Today, we start at the beginning." 
Jacob told her. He put Michelle in a stance with her feet comfortably apart, left foot slightly 
forward, hands in front of her face. "Your hands are not for just punching, they are for defense 
too." Jacob stated. "You defend your jaw and chin with your hands and your body with your 
elbows. It is very important to protect your jaw and your chin." Michelle asked "Why is that what 
you protect first?" Jacob answered, "That is where knockout punches land. A knockout really is a 
shock to the brain that causes you to lose consciousness. Much more of the force of the punch is 
transmitted to the brain from the jaw and chin than from other areas of the face." Michelle 
wanted to know what effect punches to the rest of the face would have. "They are to disable, to 
distract, to open up the chin and jaw for a knockout punch. If your nose is bleeding and hurting, 
or your eye is hurting and swelling shut, then your concentration is broken by the pain and the 
inability to see. Most good fighters can knock out their opponent if they can get a wide open shot 
to the chin and jaw. There is a nerve center in the solar plexus in the belly too. Punches driven in 
there can paralyze the nerve center and cause knockouts occasionally also. So when you break it 
down, this is a simple process. Try to open up your opponent for a knockout punch while 
protecting yourself from the same thing. Keeping your focus when you are hurting is the most 
difficult thing to do in a fight. Now, let's get to work."  


Over the next several sessions Michelle learned the basics such as throwing punches from the 
shoulder, utilizing the power of her legs, etc. She also increased her time with the weights and 
cardiovascular training. She enlisted the help of a friend of hers who was an assistant football 
coach at the local university to teach her quickness and agility drills. She remembered what had 
happened to Candi and was determined that the same fate would not befall her. Jacob set up some 
sparring sessions with male boxers, and she started to more than hold her own. Michelle obtained 
videos of Rollie's fights and studied them, looking for patterns and tip-offs. She continued to 
improve her skills while getting stronger and quicker at the same time. Finally, she thought she 
was ready.  Michelle approached Johnny and told him what she wanted to do. Johnny laughed 
and replied, "I thought that you had something like this in mind. An athletic looking girl like you 
just doesn't develop a sudden interest in these underground fights all of a sudden. Take off your 
jacket and let me get a good look at you." Michelle had gone to see Johnny directly from work, 
so she was still dressed in her business clothes. She removed her jacket and without any 
prompting from Johnny, her blouse as well. She stood before him in just her bra and skirt. Johnny 
was amazed by what he saw. All that time in the gym had really paid off. Wide, muscle capped 
shoulders tapered to a flat hard midsection. Her arms even unflexed were dense with muscle. Her 
breasts were supported by her thick pectoral muscles. Even with the skirt still on, Johnny could 
see the muscles in her thighs rippling through the material. His eyes traveled down to her calves 
which, with her heels still on, were two clearly visible large balls of muscle. He had known she 
was a fairly big girl, but he had never seen a woman built like this. The cash register in his head 
was already ringing. With her combination of beauty and muscle, she would be worth a fortune if 
she could fight at all. Michelle could tell that Johnny was overwhelmed by what he saw. She 
knew that she could have that effect on men. She was finding out that unlike her ex-boyfriend, 
many men found muscular women to be very sexy. Johnny wanted to see a demonstration of her 
power, but he did not have any way to test it, when suddenly he smiled. Looking down the street 
through the window, he saw a pickpocket that he had been trying to get to move out of the area 
for some time. The man was a pest, causing the police to constantly be in the area, putting a real 
crimp in Johnny's style. Johnny pointed to the man and explained the situation. "Can you get him 
out of here for us?" he asked Michelle. She realized that this was her test. She put her clothes on 
and 
and without a word left the building and walked down the street to where the man was standing.
Michelle took a deep breath, and approached the man. "I have a message from Johnny." she said. 
He wants you to move along." The man sneered at her. "He sending his whore to take care of his 
business these days?" he asked. Michelle replied "Move along or pay the consequences!"  The 
man swung his right fist at her. Michelle blocked his blow with her left arm. Her right fist ripped 
into his belly. The man's eyes got big as saucers as he struggled to breathe. Michelle's hard left 
fist smashed his wide open jaw with tremendous force. He spun around and fell face down facing 
away from her. She stood ready to continue but he just lay there motionless. Johnny who had 
observed everything calmly strode over. He knelt by the man and checked him out. "He's out like 
a light, and it appears he will be for quite some time. I think that answers the question whether or 
not you can punch. Let me talk to the boss. You call me tomorrow, and thanks for you help with 
the pest control." Johnny laughed and walked away. Michelle looked down at the unconscious 
man. He had not moved from the time he hit the pavement. Blood was dribbling down from his 
mouth on the side where her fist had struck his jaw. It was already swollen and discolored. 
Finally she left to go home and wait to call Johnny.  When she called, Johnny told her to meet 
him at the arena early that evening, before the fights started. Michelle showed up right on time. 
Johnny had another man with him whom he introduced as Martin Hamilton. Hamilton was the 
man who controlled the operation. He smiled appreciatively as he sized up Michelle. They had 
her strip down to her underwear and weigh in. She weighed one hundred sixty seven and one half 
pounds. 

Then they started taking her measurements. Height five feet ten inches, chest forty eight inches, 
Biceps nineteen and one eighth inches, waist twenty five inches, thighs twenty nine inches, and 
calves nineteen inches. Hamilton had her sign all the paperwork including the liability waiver. 
Johnny said he would call her when they could set up her first bout.

Michelle did not have long to wait. Johnny called with the news and it was not good. "The boss 
wants to match you up with Rollie Wilkins. I know what he is thinking. The crowd will really 
turn out to see Rollie massacre another beautiful woman. I would suggest that you refuse to 
accept it. You certainly do not have the experience to take on someone like Rollie especially in 
your first time out. My advice is to take a pass." Johnny sounded very disappointed that Hamilton 
had decided to basically throw Michelle to the wolves. He thought she had tremendous potential 
to both win and become a crowd favorite. Michelle was surprised also, but she did not consider 
even for a moment not accepting the match. She knew that she was strong and in terrific shape. 
No one could know about her preparation with Jacob Ahrens. She felt that she was ready, even 
for Rollie. He might be the one who was in trouble, she thought. She expressed this to Johnny. 
"I'll take the fight. This Rollie seems to enjoy beating up women. I remember very well the fight 
with Candi that I saw. I guarantee that he will have a much tougher time with me. Set it up, 
Johnny."  Johnny reluctantly agreed. Michelle began to prepare for the fight with Rollie. She 
worked out with Jacob every night. She made sure her stomach was hard as a rock with extra 
abdominal exercises. She studied videos of Rollie's other bouts. He was very good, she found. He 
was strong and quick and absolutely ruthless when he got his opponents in trouble. He loved to 
prolong the fight and punish the other fighter mercilessly. She could find only one tip-off. Every 
time he threw his big right knockout punch, he dropped his right shoulder first. It wasn't much, 
but maybe it could help to know that. Michelle grew apprehensive as fight night approached. She 
had a difficult time concentrating at work, and seemed unusually cool and distant to her friends 
who, of course had no idea what was going on. 

Finally the big night arrived. The Michelle-Rollie bout was the feature of the evening, so it would 
not be starting until ten o'clock  Michelle slowly got dressed in the portion of the arena 
designated for the female fighters to dress. She was the only one on the card tonight, so she was 
there alone.
She was wearing a blue bikini which showed off her powerful body. She could hear the roar of 
the crowd as the early fights progressed. Finally, Johnny appeared, and informed her it was time. 
"You still have time to back out.", Johnny said. "Rollie is the one who should want to back out. 
I'm ready for him tonight." Michelle replied. "He won't be humiliating any more women after 
tonight." She even surprised herself with her quiet confidence. Johnny led her to the cage in 
silence. Rollie was already in the cage when she arrived. "Where have you been, cutie pie. I 
thought that you had decided to quit before you got you beating." He said sarcastically. Michelle 
didn't answer. The tuxedoed ring announcer made the introductions. "In red trunks weighing in at 
170 pounds and standing five feet eleven inches tall, the current champion, Rollie Wilkins. His 
opponent making her first appearance, weighing 167 &1/2 pounds and standing five feet ten 
inches tall, Michelle Thompson. There are no rounds and no time limit. The count for a knockout 
is sixty seconds." The referee moved to the side and hit the bell to start the fight.



Michelle planned to start cautiously, and feel Rollie out and ease into the fight. Rollie, however, 
had a different idea. He came flying across the cage at Michelle before she could get set. His left 
fist smashed into her face three times in quick succession. Michelle was staggered. Rollie drove 
his right to her stomach. Her hard abs saved her as the punch was delivered with tremendous 
force. Two more lefts to her face, and Michelle was down. She saw the referee start the timer. 
She just sat there for a few seconds trying to collect her wits. She had not anticipated this kind of 
start. Rollie smirked down at her and delivered his standard line. "Hey bitch, give me a blow job 
right here and I won't beat you to a pulp." Michelle regained her feet. a small trickle of blood had 
already started to drip from the right side of her mouth. Rollie rushed to the attack again. He was 
much quicker than Michelle thought. She always seemed to be a split second behind. She had to 
spend all of her time and effort just defending herself, without a thought of attempting a punch. 
Rollie swarmed all over her. His fists smashed into her nose and it started to bleed  her right eye 
was beginning to swell. Another left hook to her jaw and down she went again. This time she 
was in considerably more pain. Her nose hurt, it felt like it might be broken, her eye was swelling 
and would probably be closed in a few minutes. Rollie was dancing around the cage and taunting 
her. "Get up whore, so I can knock you down again. I'm glad you wore blue. Your blood will 
really show up good on it."  Slowly she got to her feet. Rollie moved forward. He started 
punching her breasts. His fists flew so fast that he breasts seemed to be punching bags, swinging 
with the momentum of his punches, the pain was almost unbearable. "That belly may be hard as a 
brick, but these aren't" He taunted her again as he continued to pound her chest. Michelle 
dropped to one knee to stop the assault. The referee once again started the timer.  Rollie thinking 
she was softened up, started to work on her midsection again. "You still have time to give me 
that blow job and save your teeth. Who ever told you that you could fight" The taunting 
continued. Rollie continued to blast away at her stomach. Michelle was able to withstand this 
attack with her strong abdominal muscles. "Time to end this farce" Rollie said. Michelle, through 
her blurry vision saw his right shoulder drop. As his right whistled toward her jaw, Michelle 
dropped into a crouch. His fist sailed harmlessly over her head exposing his entire right side. 
Spurred by her pain and anger Michelle drove her left fist into his exposed side just under his 
ribcage. Driven by not only her arm and shoulder muscles, but the power of her legs and hips as 
well her fist ripped into Rollie. It was her first punch of the fight, and Rollie was hurt. He felt like 
a mule had kicked him in the side. He staggered several feet to his left, from the momentum of 
the punch. Even in her weakened condition, Michelle knew this could be the turning point of the 
fight. Before he could recover her left fist crashed into his face just below his right eye, spinning 
him around and dropping him to the floor. Rollie was stunned. He could not believe what had 
just happened. He was still a bit foggy as he made his way back up to his feet. Michelle was 
ready this time. Her deadly left again ripped into his damaged side. Rollie tilted to his right trying 
to relieve the pain. Michelle used her right for the first time sending that big, hard missile 
bashing squarely into the middle of Rollie's face. His nose broke with an audible crack and blood 
spurted all over Michelle's blue bikini top. His hands instinctively went up to his face so Michelle 
buried her left fist in his belly. Rollie wasn't prepared for the blow, and it penetrated deep in his 
body. Michelle's big right fist slammed his left eye with tremendous power and Rollie hit the 
floor again. The crowd was silent in disbelief. Rollie who seemed to be in total control of the 
fight just a few minutes ago was in trouble for the first time in his career. Rollie barely beat the 
sixty second bell getting back to his feet. He didn't get to be champion by giving in easily. He 
tried to cover up and stay away from Michelle and her suddenly punishing fists. But that was not 
to be. She nailed him with several left jabs to his broken nose and swollen eye. Each time her 
hard fist made contact with his nose, more blood spurted. Soon Michelle's bikini top was covered 
with red spots. Both fighters showed the effects of the fight. Michelle had a rapidly closing eye, 
and blood was still dripping from the right corner of her mouth. Rollie had a huge mouse under 
his right eye, his left eye was swelling shut, and blood was pouring from his broken nose. 
Michelle continued to hammer his nose and eye with her left jab. Rollie's head rocked back and 
forth from these punches. Michelle feinted a left to his face again and buried her right fist deep in 
his stomach. Rollie was beyond being able to resist. Her fist sank up to the wrist in his belly. Her 
following left hook dumped him on the floor again. Michelle spoke to Rollie for the first time 
that night. "You have beaten your last woman. Tonight you are going to pay for your brutality. 
By the way, you are right. This bikini does show off blood very well. Too bad all of it is yours. 
I'll make you the same offer. Lick me off and I won't beat you anymore." Rollie slowly rolled 
over and got to his knees. He looked at this vision of beauty and power standing in front of him 
and said, "I'll still kick your ass, bitch." Michelle let him get to his feet. She could feel the pump 
in her muscles now. The fickle crowd was now getting behind her. As Rollie struggled to rise to 
his feet before the bell rang, she struck a double biceps pose for the crowd. As her arms swelled 
beyond the nineteen inch mark with hard muscle the crowd roared its approval. She turned back 
to face Rollie. He stood in front of her swaying from side to side. Her mace of a left fist bashed 
his nose again. Once again his blood sprayed her chest. Rollie staggered back. She stepped into a 
vicious right that ripped his lip and loosened his teeth. More blood splashed her. Her front was 
covered in Rollie's blood. Michelle fired a powerhouse left to Rollie's battered gut.

This time her fist felt like it went all the way to his backbone. Rollie's knees turned to water and 
he started down again. Michelle caught him by the hair and held him up. Holding him up with 
her left hand she cocked her right way back. She released his hair and sent her rock hard right fist 
at his jaw as hard as she could swing. Her fist exploded on his jaw with a bone shattering, brain 
rattling crack that told everyone in the arena two things, as blood flew out of Rollie's mouth and 
he flew back several feet and landed with a loud thump. One, Rollie had a broken jaw and two, 
the fight was definitely over. He never moved as the referee started the timer. He still had not 
moved when the sixty seconds was up. The referee held up Michelle's hand and declared her the 
winner and champion of the weight class by a knockout at forty one minutes on the clock. As 
Michelle stared down at the battered face of Rollie Wilkins, she realized that she had been 
sexually stimulated during the second half of the fight when she had started to take control. She 
could feel the wetness between her legs as she moved around. She took  one last look at Rollie's 
smashed in face. In addition to the broken nose, closed and bruised  eye, swollen lips, multiple 
cuts and bruises, his jaw was broken, and a tooth that had been knocked out had been driven into 
 his lower lip. As she turned away, Johnny rushed into the ring and gave her a big hug. Michelle 
thanked him for all his help. Hamilton came up to her to congratulate her. "I knew you would do 
fine against Rollie. What would you like to do next?" he asked. Michelle looked at Johnny, then 
back at Hamilton. "Right now there is only one thing I want to do.", she replied. "What is it?" 
Hamilton inquired. "This!" Michelle said and smashed her powerful right fist squarely on his 
jaw. Hamilton sailed through the air and landed out cold on his back. "Match me up with Rollie 
in my first fight will you? You're lucky I don't kill you. You wanted to see me get my brains beat 
in." Johnny looked around the cage. The attendants were loading the unconscious Rollie on to a 
stretcher. Hamilton was face down on the floor, with a huge lump swelling up on his jaw.  "Well, 
you certainly got off to an interesting start. Don't worry about Hamilton. He heard that crowd get 
behind you, so you are his new meal ticket. He won't do anything stupid." Michelle almost 
collapsed against his chest. Johnny helped her to her dressing room. While he waited she took a 
long, hot shower. He had prepared an ice pack for her eye and her breasts. As he helped a tired, 
hurting, but exhilarated  Michelle out to the parking lot, they could see the Rollie, still 
unconscious being placed in an ambulance. Even through her pain Michelle knew this was 
something that she wanted to continue to do. Johnny handed her an envelope with seven 
thousand dollars cash in it. "A little bonus for your performance. Rollie finally got what he had 
coming to him. After what he had done to other fighters in the past, he won't get any sympathy 
from anybody. Goodnight , Michelle. By the way, I put the name and phone number of a doctor 
who treats a lot of our fighters. He's good and doesn't ask a lot of questions. If you want him to 
look at that eye, it is on us."  Michelle had noticed that Johnny had been sporting a raging hard-
on the whole time he had been with her after the fight. She again realized the effect her muscles 
and the violence had on men. As she sat in her car, she flexed her huge right bicep. Looking 
down at that bulging mass she felt a renewed sexual stirring and Michelle knew that she had 
found what she wanted to do.