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.