Cage Fighter IV
By A.J. Brown 
A trainer learns the job he takes on isn't as good as it seems to be


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Jeremiah had been out of school for five years and the 28-year-old physical
therapy graduate had been frustrated about the lack of money he was making. He
thought he finally may have gotten his break, though, when he got a one-night
gig as the trainer at the local cage fighting Saturday night fights. Cage
fighting had become popular over the past few years and even though he was
only getting hired for one night, he thought that if he could do a good job,
that it could lead to bigger things.

Jacob Price, the head of the cage fighting organization, had suggested that to
Jeremiah as well when he hired him. There were going to be some big name
fighters fighting at this event including the 24-year-old Rita Rose, the most
popular cage fighter there was in the league.

It was the first sport that Jeremiah had ever seen where the women were the
bigger highlight than the men and that was all thanks to Rita. She was an
attractive, fit woman, with a pretty face that would always turn heads at a
bar or at the park. However, she was also a major bad-ass who was undefeated
in the cage against women and not a single women had even come close to
beating her and taking her title. There were rumors that she had beaten up a
few guys outside of the cage as well.

Jeremiah's job for that night was simple - be there to tape up any of the
fighters that needed it before their match. He would be compensated three
hundred dollars for the night, straight cash under the table. Jacob told him
that once The Main Event started that he could even go out and watch the fight
for free and he'd have no more duties for the night at that point.

"Don't let any of the fighters try and get you to work after that," Jacob had
warned him. "Some of them may try and get you to ice them up or something
afterwards but you just tell them that you're done for the night and it's not
your job. If they have a problem with that, you can tell them to talk to me."

As Jeremiah was walking down the hallway to the training room he saw a woman
walking towards him with two men. It was 'Dangerous' Dina Dalton, the
27-year-old woman that was going to be challenging Rita Rose for the title
that night. Jeremiah hadn't known of her before he got this gig but he
recognized her from the picture. The two men appeared to be her coaches.

A quick look at Dina made Jeremiah think that there was going to be a new
female champion after tonight. Rita was very fit but she stood at 5'4 and
weighed 135 pounds. Dina had a couple of inches on Rita and she also weighed
149 pounds. Because of the low amount of women MMA fighters in the area, that
was the closest they could do for weight class.

Dina looked a lot more muscular than Rita did, she had very dark hair, and she
had a lot of tattoos that gave her quite the bad-ass look. She looked tough
but Jeremiah also thought she looked hot. She had been talking to her coaches
but when she walked by Jeremiah she stopped talking to the coaches and smiled
at him. He thought for sure that it was a flirty smile she had given him.

Jeremiah suddenly became a lot happier that he accepted this job and he hoped
that Dina would be stopping by before her fight to get taped up. He definitely
would not mind holding her hand as he taped it up or taping her knee up and
getting to feel her leg up in the process.

Once she walked past him he looked at her body from behind. She was only
wearing a black tank top and white pair of shorts. She sure looked hot. She
had a great ass and great legs. 'Please', he thought to himself. 'I'm really
due for a break. Please let Dina come to the training room to get taped up
before her fight.'

In addition to being sexy, her legs looked especially strong from behind. She
had really big calf muscles and he could see the veins bulging him them. He
really thought that she was going to mess Rita Rose up. He wouldn't even have
been surprised if Dina could take him on. He was bigger than her standing at
5'10 and weighing 187 pounds, but he was not built like she was. He had his
own male ego and didn't like the thought of a girl being able to beat him up,
but he'd get over that with Dina if he could get to know her better. After she
beat Rita up, maybe he could give her a massage afterwards. Jacob had told him
not to do any work for the fighters after the fights were over but Jeremiah
would have had no problem with giving Dina a massage whatsoever.

He walked back into the training room to wait for any fighters that were
coming in. The first one that walked in was Cole Flanagan, one of the two
lightweight fighters who was going to be fighting in the first match of the
night. Cole was a small guy, standing at 5'5 and only weighing 145 pounds.
Despite being small, he was extremely muscular and didn't look like someone
who would have trouble holding his own.

"How ya doing tonight?" Jeremiah said to Cole with a friendly tone, trying to
make a good first impression on his first client of the evening.

"What's up, bro," Cole said back. He had a deep voice and he was mumbling a
bit as he spoke. He was serious but not unfriendly.

"What can I do for you tonight?"

"Just need my wrist taped up before my fight."

Jeremiah got started taping Cole's wrist. He felt honored to be doing this job
for someone who was about to go out in the cage in front of thousands of
people from the town. Cole was looking straight ahead seriously and the
silence was making Jeremiah feel a bit awkward. He wondered if he should start
conversation or just allow Cole to focus. He decided to at least give it a
try.

"So how long have you been fighting for?"

"Way too long, bro. Don't ever become a fighter - wears the fuck out of your
body."

Cole sounded like he was just talking and he may have even been trying to be
humorous although the look on his face was still plenty serious. Jeremiah
considered asking him to elaborate but he wasn't sure if that would piss him
off or not. He ended up deciding that not asking was the safer and better
option. Regardless of any rules or laws, he was alone in the room with this
professional fighter who didn't seem like the happiest guy in the world and he
didn't want to risk getting hit. He quietly finished taping his wrist up.

"You're all set!" Jeremiah said.

"Thanks bro."

"Good luck in your fight."

Cole just gave Jeremiah a subtle nod and then he walked out of the room. As
Jeremiah waited to see if anyone else would come in, he could hear the
excitement from the crowd out in the main area where the cage was. He was
excited to be done so he could go out there and watch the final fight. He
really wanted to see Dina fight and got his hopes up that she might be coming
in when the door to the training room opened again.

But it wasn't Dina who walked in the room. It was Salim Hill, the heavyweight
men's champion who was going to be defending his title in a match right before
Dina and Rita squared off. Salim was a very large man - he stood at 6'4 and
weighed about 215 pounds. But all of that weight was muscle and Jeremiah could
see it anywhere. He was an African-American who was bald and he just looked
like a tough dude. It intimidated Jeremiah being alone in the room with him, a
lot more than Cole had. But Jeremiah kept his cool - this was his job and was
probably a good part of the reason why he was getting paid so well.

"How are you doing tonight?" Jeremiah asked and he was glad that he didn't
seem to sound nervous when he asked the question.

"I'm great thank you, how are you?"

Salim didn't sound like Jeremiah expected him to at all. He had a much higher
voice than Cole did and unlike Cole, he spoke loudly and very clearly. He
sounded more like a doctor than a fighter and the smile on his face made
Jeremiah no longer feel intimidated being in the room with him.

"I'm good. So what can I do for you tonight?"

"If you could tape my elbow up for me, I'd really appreciate it. At my old
age, you always have parts of your body hurting and right now that's my
elbow." Salim was 37 and Jeremiah didn't consider that old but he supposed for
a fighter that it was. He got to work taping Salim's arm up for him. He
figured he'd try the same conversation starter that he had used with Cole.

"So how long have you been fighting for?"

"Oh gosh ... .forever." Salim then let out a loud, friendly, contagious laugh
after he said it. "I've been studying martial arts since I was a kid. I was
always the bigger kid and people always thought that I should be tough. So I
thought - 'Hey, I may as well get tough!"

Salim laughed with that loud, long laugh again which Jeremiah found contagious
at first but when the guy continued to laugh that long at his own joke,
Jeremiah started to find it annoying. However, he did appreciate how friendly
he was and he liked Salim more than he liked Cole. As Jeremiah finished up his
work, Salim continued to talk about his career and different fights he had
been in. Jeremiah thought it was a pleasure to assist him.

"All set," Jeremiah said when the taping was complete.

"Thank you very much, sir." Salim then shook Jeremiah's hand. The fighter had
an extremely strong handshake that hurt Jeremiah's hand but he knew that Salim
didn't do it intentionally. Salim smiled at him and started to walk towards
the door.

"Good luck in your fight," Jeremiah said.

"Thanks," Salim said and he looked back at Jeremiah again. "I always need the
luck. Whenever you get into the cage you always wonder if you are going to
come out of there still alive."

Salim let out one last loud laugh after he said that before he walked out the
door. Jeremiah appreciated his sense of humor and liked the fact that he
didn't arrogantly around him. After some time went by without anyone coming
in, Jeremiah could hear them announcing Salim's fight out in the main area.
His was the fight right before The Main Event s Jeremiah was starting to think
it was unlikely that he was going to get to tape up Dina before her fight. He
figured that at least he'd get to watch her fight Rita and was quite pumped
about watching that fight. As he got up and started making his way to the
door, the door swung open.

It wasn't 'Dangerous' Dina Dalton that walked into the training room - it was
the popular women's champion, Rita Rose. She slammed the door behind her as
she walked in. The only time Jeremiah had seen Rita was in pictures on the
internet where her blond hair was down and she was smiling. But she was not
smiling now. She had a look on her face that was more than just serious - it
was mean, basically a scowl.

"How are you doing tonight?" Jeremiah said to her.

She did not respond or even look at him. Her hands were in fists and she was
looking straight ahead as she walked by Jeremiah towards the wall. He looked
back as she kicked off the flip flops she had on and jumped up on the
trainer's table. She still looked straight ahead with that intense scowl on
her face. The table was facing the door so she was looking in his direction
but now at him. Her hair was up in a bun. She wore a black sports top and
white shorts. She sat with her right leg hanging off of the table and her left
leg stretched out on it, the bottom of her bare foot looking right at him. It
was a soft, feminine looking foot with some wrinkles in the soles based on the
way she had it positioned. Since she hadn't said anything at all and she was
still just staring straight ahead, he figured she was just doing some sort of
mental exercise to prepare herself for the fight. He was about to walk out of
the room and let her be alone to do that until she spoke.

"Tape my ankle up," she said with no real tone in her voice at all which made
him think it sounded bossy. But he still had a job to do, regardless of the
way the clients treated him.

"Sure, absolutely," he said, trying to sound as friendly as possible when he
did, hoping he'd loosen her up a bit. Cole ended up being nicer than he
initially thought so he hoped the same would hold true for Rita. He grabbed
some medical tape and kneeled at the end of the training table so he could get
started.

"Start right here," she said and she pointed to the middle of the bottom of
her foot, right at the point where the arch was the highest. "Then tape it up
until it's right above my ankle."

"You got it!"

She said nothing. Her left foot had been at a 90 degree angle with her toes
pointing straight up but then she moved it to a 45 degree angle. Her toes were
now pointing directly at him and were a bit closer to his face that he would
have liked. He found it degrading that she had her foot that close to his face
and he didn't like it.

He also noticed that her toenails were painted a bright red and it looked so
fresh that it looked like they had just been painted within the past couple of
hours. That combined with the softness of her foot, that looked like it was
about a size 8, made her foot look very girly overall. She had the mean look
on her face and arms and legs that weren't necessarily muscular, but still
looked quite strong, but these girly looking feet. He found it a bit strange
that someone with such girly feet could be able to beat up as many people as
she had.

He started taping her foot up like she asked and as he did, she moved it back
just a bit further so he had to move his head a bit closer on the training
table to get close enough to keep taping it. She then put her right leg up on
the table, stretching it out, and putting her right foot right by his face.

He found it extremely rude that she would put her bare foot right in next to
his face like that when he was helping her out and he was pretty sure it was
the rudest thing that was ever done to him. He felt like she was treating him
like a bitch and he was pretty sure that it was intentional as well.

But he kept doing his job, taping her left foot up the way that she had asked.
She started slowly wiggling her toes on her right foot again, like she was
stretching them out, and that was a reminder to him, that he did not want,
that they were there. He figured it might be a good idea to ask his
icebreaking question that had gotten both Cole and Salim talking.

"So how long have you been fighting for?"

She did not respond, not a word. He looked back up at her face and she was
staring just straight ahead at the wall with that same scowl still on her
face, no eye-contact with him at all. With her mouth closed, she was breathing
through her nose, and doing so rather heavily.

He felt fear - it was a combination of the kind of fear that a guy feels when
he is with an attractive girl and trying to build rapport with her but feeling
like he is just getting shut down - and the scarier fear that if he made just
one wrong move or said the wrong thing that she would beat him up. He didn't
like to think that he was afraid of a female but this was a professional
fighter that had yet to lose, with a strong looking body, and a look on her
face like she was going to snap at any moment. So to be safe, he stayed silent
as he continued to tape her foot up, feeling like he couldn't wait until he
was done and she was out of this room. It really made him angry that she still
had her bare foot right by his face when it didn't need to be there but he
stayed professional and finished up the tape job.

"There you go!" he said with a big smile. "All set."

She didn't respond or look at him. Still looking straight ahead with the scowl
on her face, she pulled her feet away from him and moved her legs off of the
training table. She put her feet back in her flip flops as she stood up. She
didn't look at him as she walked towards the door.

"Good luck in your fight," he said to her on her way out and of course he
didn't get a response.

He didn't want her to have good luck anyway. He wanted 'Dangerous' Dina Dalton
kick her ass and now that his work was done for the night he was excited to be
able to do that. He walked out to the main area where there was a special
section for the trainers and other workers who were able to see the fight for
free.

Dina was already in the cage, strutting her stuff around, with a big smile on
her face. Rita was fit but Dina's body looked especially muscular under the
lights. She looked so much stronger than Rita did and Jeremiah couldn't wait
for her to kick Rita's ass and take her title. He also noticed that Dina's
toenails weren't painted at all. He thought that made sense. He still didn't
get why a girl would have fresh toenail polish on before a fight.

"And now entering the cage!" the announcer then said loudly into the
microphone. "The defending undefeated champion - Riiiiiiita Roooooooooooose!"

The crowd went nuts and Jeremiah looked over at Rita making her way towards
the cage. She had the same scowl on her face and was looking straight ahead
the way she had been in the training room. She was moving towards the cage
like a bull with tight fists and her arms and shoulders moving back and forth
like someone who was power-walking.

Rita got into the cage and immediately started staring Dina down looking like
she was so angry. Dina just continued to smile, not bothered by it at all.
Jeremiah thought Rita looked stupid taking this sporting event so seriously
especially since with the two of them close to each other in the cage at the
same time it was even clearer how much bigger and more muscular that Dina was.

The two fighters made their way to the center of the cage as the referee went
over the rules with them. Rita continued to stare Dina down with that angry
scowl while Dina just looked happy and relaxed. Rita looked like she couldn't
wait for this fight to get going so she could make her best attempt to hurt
Dina. He had to admit that even if someone that was smaller than him was
looking at him with the intensity that Rita was looking at Dina with, when
they were about to fight, that he would be nervous. But Dina still looked cool
and calm and he admired her for that. There was something about her he liked
and he really wanted to try and talk to her after the fight if he got the
opportunity.

The referee finished up going over the rules and the two fighters backed away
from each other. Jeremiah randomly noticed how girly Rita's feet looked, so
soft looking with the glossy red toenail polish, compared to Dina's and he
thought that was another reason that Dina had an advantage - because she
didn't have girly, soft looking feet.

The bell rang and both ladies put their fists up and moved closer to each
other. They looked at each other for a few seconds before Rita threw a left
hook that hit Dina right in the jaw. It was an extremely hard hit and Jeremiah
felt like he could feel that hit from where he was. Granted, he had never seen
one of these live cage fights before but he had never seen anyone get hit that
hard and it disturbed him a bit to see it.

Dina recovered well and she got back into a fighting stance although she
definitely looked a bit shaken up from the punch. Rita's eyes looked even more
intense as the two of them danced around a bit. Rita came back with a right
jab that struck Dina right above the jaw on the side of her mouth. It didn't
look quite as hard as the first punch did but it looked like it shook Dina up
more.

Only a couple of seconds went by before Rita punched Dina in the face again.
Dina reacted throwing a quick but telegraphed punch right back at Rita's face
that Rita easily deflected. Dina tried to come back with another quick punch
that Rita easily backed her head out of the way of like it was nothing.

Dina now had her guard down after throwing two failed punches and Rita went
right at her, putting her in a headlock with her left arm, and pulling her
head right into her waist. With her mouth now open as she got more intense,
Rita unloaded, punching Dina in the face as hard and as rapidly as she could
with her left fist.

Dina was desperately trying to push herself out of the strong headlock but as
she was doing so she was absorbing plenty of Rita's punches. Rita was not
slowing down and as she went about her business she looked like she would have
been completely fine if she killed Dina, as long as she knew she got in as
many punches as she could.

Dina kept trying to push free and although she couldn't get free, she did
cause Rita to lose her footing a bit. The two of them fell down with Dina
landing on her right shoulder, and Rita still holding her in the headlock,
punching her some more. After taking over twenty punches to her face, Dina was
finally able to push her way free.

Jeremiah saw a lot of blood on Dina's face and it disturbed him to see that.
Dina managed to get to her feet and back away a bit while Rita got to her feet
as well. The two of them were back in their fighting stance, Rita with the
intense, mean look on her face, now looking like she had a major advantage
over the bloody Dina.

Dina looked hesitant to try and throw another punch and after what Rita had
done to her the last time that she tried to punch her, Jeremiah could
understand why. Rita was just staring her down looking like she was waiting
for Dina to try and do something. Rita looked like she was about to throw a
punch - instead through a front-snap kick and kicked Dina right in the ribs.

Jeremiah could see the pain in Dina's eyes as she bent down to grab her ribs
but managed to stay on her feet, and upright for the most part. As painful as
the kick looked, the first thought that crossed Jeremiah's mind was how
humiliating it must feel to get kicked with such a girly looking foot and have
I cause so much pain.

Rita started moving closer to Dina, her eyes looking big and mean, and Dina
backed away, still holding her rib. Rita twisted her body the delivered a
devastating side kick right to Dina's stomach. That kick just looked
devastating and it made Jeremiah feel sick to imagine what it would be like
taking a kick like that to the ribs. The crowd was going wild and he didn't
understand how people could be getting excited to watch another human being
enduring the kind of punishment that Dina was.

Rita then charged at Dina again, grabbing her, and taking her to the ground.
Dina was in way too much pain to defend herself and she just went right down
the way that Rita wanted her to. Rita was now on top of her and Dina was
fighting to get her off of her but as beat up as she was, her fighting back
wasn't accomplishing anything.

With Dina still on her back, Rita sat her butt on the ground right above her
head and wrapped her legs around Dina's neck in a figure-4. It was another
position that Jeremiah thought was extremely humiliating and degrading for
another person to be stuck in, trapped between Rita's bare legs with her one
bare foot touching her head.

Rita grabbed her foot with her hands to tighten that scissor-hold she had on
Dina's head and neck. Dina pulled at Rita's leg trying the best that she could
to get herself free but her hand strength was no match for Rita's legs,
especially in her beaten state. To make matter worse, Rita started punching
Dina in the face with her free hand. Rita still had the serious look on her
face for the most part but there was something about her expression that made
Jeremiah think she was really enjoying giving this beating.

It was clear that Dina was helpless and the referee started to step in like he
was about to stop the fight, which Jeremiah was glad about. He had wanted Dina
to win but that obviously wasn't happening and he couldn't stand to watch this
brutal beating any longer, that everyone else seemed to be enjoying so much.
But as he started to step in, Rita not only stopped punching Dina, but she
also let go of the figure-4.

The referee looked like he was considering stopping the fight anyway but when
Rita looked up at him and gave him a scowl, he actually backed off. Rita then
grabbed Dina's top with one hand and her shorts with the other and pushed her
knee right into Dina's belly, causing Dina more pain but not doing enough
damage to warrant stopping the fight. Jeremiah could tell Dina wanted to tap
out but had too much pride to do so.

Keeping a hold of Dina's clothes with her hands, Rita started to stand up. She
took her knee off of Dina's belly but then put the bottom of her bare foot
right into Dina's solar-plexus as she stood up more. She stood all of the way
up, but kept her foot where it was. Now she was humiliating Dina by holding
her down on her back with just her foot. Dina was pushing at Rita's ankle,
trying her best to move her strong leg, but she couldn't. Rita just looked
down at her helpless victim with her hands on her hips and her foot still
pushed into Dina's chest, completely humiliating her in front of the audience.

Rita twisted her foot a bit on Dina's chest some more, giving her some further
humiliation, and Jeremiah could see that Dina was having trouble breathing.
Rita started doing it harder before she got down on Dina's chest and straddled
it. She then went to work punching Dina in the face again.

Dina was completely helpless as she lay underneath Rita's strong butt that was
holding her down and just had to absorb the punches. She was in no position to
defend herself and Jeremiah could see more and more blood developing on her
face with every punch that she took. Rita punched quicker and harder as she
gained momentum, showing her opponent no mercy whatsoever.

The referee finally stepped in and pulled Rita off of her. When Rita stood up
she had a big smile on her face that actually looked pretty. It was crazy to
Jeremiah that this good looking girl could be so cruel and able to deliver
such a beating. As Rita celebrated her victory in front of the excited crowd,
Dina lay flat on the ground, her face all bloodied-up, not moving at all.

As Rita stayed on her feet and continued to celebrate the fact that she was
still the champion, Dina's two managers made their way out to the center of
the cage to help her. She was barely moving and Jeremiah felt really bad for
her. She looked seriously injured and all of the people in the audience were
cheering.

It made him feel better when she finally started to stand up. Her face was
still very bloody and she actually held her ribs for a few seconds once she
stood up but she had done it. Jeremiah had a massive amount of respect for her
that she was able to stand up after that beating.

She made her way over to Rita to give her a congratulatory hug. Rita still had
the big smile on her face as she saw Dina coming but Jeremiah could tell that
she was looking down to the girl she had just beaten up. Dina hugged her. Rita
gave her a sort-of-hug, just putting her left arm around Dina's neck, kind of
like a hug, kind of like a headlock. Dina was still smiling underneath her
bloody face and with the tears in her eyes, but it looked like Rita was just
using the headlock as one last way to humiliate Dina in front of everyone.

Jeremiah couldn't watch anymore and he started to walk to the back area. He
felt very uneasy about what he had just witnessed. When he got in back he
thought there may be a positive side to it, though. If Dina had pulled the
upset victory over Rita then she'd have all sorts of fans and reporters
crowded around her wanting her attention after her big win. But now she
probably wouldn't be getting any attention as she was just another one of
Rita's victims. He thought this may be the perfect opportunity to talk to her.
Give her some sympathy and compliment her on a good fight to make her feel
better about her loss. He waited around for a bit in the back hallway, right
around the same spot she smiled at him the first time, wondering if he'd get
that shot.

"My God!" he heard a woman crying and this woman sounded like she was
suffering worse than he had ever heard anyone suffering before. "Ow, it
hurts!!!"

He looked and around the corner he saw both of Dina's coaches pushing her
around the corner into the hallway he was in on a stretcher. They were moving
quickly but Dina was screaming like a baby at the top of her lungs. She had
acted like she took the beating in the cage but clearly Rita had really hurt
her. The girl that had once looked so tough to him had been completely
weakened and crying so loud and forcefully that it made him feel upset just to
witness.

"Fuck!" she yelled, the managers just trying to wheel the stretcher along to
get her to whatever destination they were going to as soon as possible. "Oh
fuck that bitch! She hurt me everywhere. It hurts everywhere!!"

Jeremiah could not get over how awful it must have been for Dina to have
another female do that to her to make her cry that loud and admit that she had
hurt her that badly. He got a brief close-up look at Dina when she got pushed
by him and it made him feel sick. There was blood all over her face, she was
bruised up everywhere, and she was holding her ribs looking like she was
having a difficult time breathing. It looked like she may have vomited right
next to her face too on the stretcher. Jeremiah felt extremely upset as he
watched them push her stretcher around the corner and out of sight and he just
wanted to get out of that building.

"Jeremiah!" he heard a loud male voice say and he turned his head to see Jacob
walking towards him with a big smile on his face. "Quite the fight night, huh?
Were all of the people you worked on polite to you?"

"Uh, yeah," he said, a bit caught off guard by the question. "Salim, I
thought, was really nice. Rita wasn't the friendliest, but, that's fine." Even
though Rita was nowhere in sight he felt nervous that he had said that about
her when he thought about what she had done to Dina. He tried to think of a
way he could take the statement back but then decided to just stop talking.

"Yeah, she's not always the talkative type," Jacob said with a laugh. "But she
puts on one hell of a show, huh? Well here you go - three hundred bucks. Not
bad for a night's work when you also got to see a fight that people paid big
bucks to see, huh?"

Jacob handed him the cash and Jeremiah suddenly felt great, forgetting about
the bad feeling he had just a few minutes earlier. At his regular job it took
him over two days to make that kind of money. Now he was getting that paid to
him, tax free, literally for just working with three people and being able to
watch a fight afterwards. This was the break that he had been waiting for. He
thought this was what he deserved.

"Thank you," Jeremiah said as he put the cash in his wallet that only had
twenty two dollars in it before he added the additional three hundred and he
wanted to show some kind of appreciation to Jacob for giving him this great
opportunity. "I just gotta go grab my bag out of the training room. Need me to
lock up or anything?"

"Nah," Jacob said and he waved his hand at him like the kind suggestion was
completely unnecessary. "I'm about to get out of here too. There's no one back
here but the janitors will be back here in an hour or so after they clean up
out by the cage. They'll lock up. Don't worry about it. Take that money you
just earned and go out and get yourself drunk and get laid! No more work for
you tonight. There's plenty of people out in front of the building still
hanging out partying. You can just go out front and join the fun."

Jacob gave Jeremiah a hard pat on the shoulder before he walked away and
walked out of the building. Jeremiah walked to the training room to grab his
bag. As he pulled it out of a locker that was in the corner on the opposite
side of the room someone walked in the room - it was Rita.

The pretty smile she had on her face after she won was no longer there. She
didn't have the same scowl on her face that he had seen on her earlier but she
wasn't smiling. She jumped on the training table again and stretched her legs
out. Being alone in the room with her, and pretty much in their entire portion
of the building, made Jeremiah nervous after seeing the brutal beating she had
just put down on Dina. He started to make his way t the door.

"Hold on," Rita said sternly enough where just by instinct, Jeremiah turned to
look at her. "I need you to take the tape off of my foot."

He looked at her sitting there, her legs stretched out, and the soles of her
feet that were bare except for the tape on her one foot looking right at him.
Although she was sweaty and her hair was messed up a bit, Rita didn't appear
to have a bruise on her body. He remembered what Jacob had said to him about
not being obligated to do anything once the fights were over. He didn't like
her bossing him around like that, especially with her bare feet looking right
at him.

"My shift is actually over," he said and he sounded nervous though he wasn't
sure why. "Sorry."

"Take the tape off my foot first," she said sternly and the fact that she was
being that bossy when she wasn't his boss started to anger him more than it
scared him.

"Jacob said my shift is over after the fights are over."

Quicker than he could react to, Rita jumped off of the table, stomped over to
the door, and stood in between him and the only exit there was to the room
that didn't even have any windows. The scowl was back on her face and now he
really felt afraid. He could feel his right hand shaking.

"I saw Jacob leave the building already," she said. "There's no one back here
besides you and me. I'm telling you to take the tape off my foot. Unless you
want to end up looking like my pathetic opponent did in the cage tonight,
you'll take the tape off my foot now."

Once she said those words he immediately thought about what Dina looked like
and the realization that Rita could do that to him if she so chose right at
that moment made him feel like he was going to pass out. He couldn't let her
bully him. She was just another coworker and what she was doing to him was
wrong.

"You're threatening me," he said, trying not to sound terrified as Rita
continued to stare with her scowl right into his eyes. "You lay one finger on
me and I'll report you to Jacob."

"Jacob, report me to Jacob??" she said with a mean smile on her face and she
looked like she might burst out laughing. "Jacob would be nothing without me.
I don't know how much you follow local cage fighting but this was nothing
before I came along. If it's your word against mine as to what happened, he's
going to defend his prized fighter over some dime-a-dozen trainer boy. I'm
done arguing with you. Come take the tape off of my foot or I'm going to beat
you up and there's no referee here to get me off of you."

He knew that he should not give into her threats but standing alone in this
small room with this woman that he had watched hurt someone far worse than he
had ever seen someone get hurt, he was too afraid to stand up to her. He felt
like such a coward as he walked back over to the training table with her. She
jumped back up on the table and kicked her legs out, the soles of her feet
looking directly at him. He pulled out a pair of medical scissors from a
drawer so he could cut the tape off of her foot and get out of there.

"No," she said sharply. "You're not using those scissors. Do it with your
hands." He looked at the tight tape job on her foot and he also saw that her
foot looked pretty sweaty. He was not going to sit there peeling the tape off
of her sweaty foot.

"It will be much quicker if I use the scissors," he said and he was
embarrassed that he sounded nervous even explaining that.

"Look at my body," she said and she pointed to herself, squinting, with an
extremely arrogant look on her face. It was an amazing body, he could not deny
that. "Do you see a single scratch on it? I just had a cage fight and didn't
get a single bruise. That's pretty fucking impressive. So I'm not going to
risk this perfection with you using scissors that close to me. One slip of the
hand and suddenly I have a cut? No fucking way."

"I'm not going to cut you," he said and the thought of what she would do if he
did nip her a bit on accident made him nervous. "Even if I do, everyone will
know that it didn't happen in the fight. No one is even going to see your
foot."

"Put the scissors away or I'm going to take them from you and stick them up
your ass!" she said to him so harshly that it made him feel extremely
frightened. Both of his hands were now shaking and she had scared him so much
that he knew he wouldn't be able to cut that tape off with a steady hand.

With her now glaring right at him with her scowl, looking like she was just
waiting for him to do one thing that she didn't like so she would have a
reason to bit on him, he opened up the drawer and put the scissors back in.
Rita still watched him closely and he knew that he had no choice but to take
the tape off of her foot by hand like she wanted.

He bent down in front of her feet and she pointed the toes of her left foot
right at him. He felt around on her foot to feel where the tape ended so he
could get started. As he did so, he could smell her feet which were so close
to his face. It wasn't necessarily a bad smell but he could smell that they
were sweaty from the fight and it humiliated him having his nose so close to
that. He thought he wasn't going to be able to find the end of the tape to get
started with but eventually he did.

He had done quite a good tape job so it gave him some resistance when he
started peeling it off. It continued to be a slow process as he pulled it off
more, drawing out the humiliation for him of taking the tape off of her foot.
When he started to get it off more he saw how sweaty her foot was and the more
of her sweaty foot that was revealed as he took the tape off, the more
humiliated he felt.

He looked up at Rita at one point to see that she had taken her hair out of
the bun and let it down. She still looked serious but the scowl was no longer
on her face and with her hair down, she looked like such a beautiful woman. He
couldn't believe that such a beautiful woman could be so cruel and so capable
of hurting someone.

Finally, after a long, unpleasant process, he got all of the tape off of her
foot and held between his index finger and his thumb. He looked at her hoping
she'd realize how inconsiderate it was of her to have him do that for her but
she was just staring straight ahead and not paying any attention to him. He
threw the tape in the garbage and started to walk away.

"Hey," she said with a tone that made him think that he wasn't going to like
whatever she had to say next. "Rub my feet now." He looked at her bare,
sweaty, size 8 feet resting there and just the thought of rubbing them for her
made him feel like a bitch.

"No," he said and actually said it quite sternly, knowing that if he let her
get away with this that there may not be an end to her pushing him around. "I
have to get going." She didn't get up but she scooted forward enough to be
able to give him a little kick in the hip. It wasn't that hard but it did
hurt. He couldn't believe she actually did that to him - but it was a reminder
of the situation he was in.

"If you're not rubbing my feet within five seconds then I'm going to get up
and I'm going to beat you up right here," she said to him like she was not
messing around.

Who the hell did this woman think she was? He knew he should be able to go to
his place of work without getting these kinds of threats. She should be never
allowed to fight in the cage again for what she was doing to him. Yet here
they were, she was doing it, and despite how wrong it was, there was nothing
he could do about it. After a couple of seconds passed and she started to get
up like she was, in fact, going to beat him up, he was just too afraid of that
potential beating to stand his ground and make her pay afterwards. So he bent
down and started rubbing her left foot.

She sat back comfortably like she never doubted for a second that he was going
to do it. He felt so degraded as he felt his fingertips pushing in to the top
of her foot and his thumbs rotation on the ball of her foot which felt to soft
and feminine yet he knew that one good kick from it would seriously injure
him.

"Do the other one a bit," she said.

He didn't like her tone when she said it. It was still a bossy tone but he
sensed a pleasure in her tone of voice and there was just something about it
that he did not like. Her rubbed her other foot, trying to do a good job so he
could get this over with, although he was embarrassed that he felt like he had
to do a good job just because he was afraid of her.

As he rubbed her foot some more she actually started moaning a bit. It was
quiet moaning but it actually sounded like she was getting some sort of sexual
pleasure from him rubbing her feet. If that was the case and she was forcing
him to do something that was giving her sexual pleasure - he wasn't sure if
she was, but if she was then he thought she was sexually assaulting him and
just the thought of that being done to him made his eyes water up.

So he continued to rub her foot until she instructed him to go back to the
other one. She leaned back with her light moans for the most part like she was
enjoying it although she did sound bossy when she told him to switch the foot
he was rubbing or rub harder. He had already given up his pride and now just
wanted this to be over with so he could get out of there and somehow try to
move on with his life after having this done to him.

"Alright, stop," she said and she said it impatiently as if he was the one
going too long although he would have been happy to never have started doing
it to begin with.

She pulled her bare feet away from him, moved them off of the table, put her
legs down, and slid her feet into her sandals. She stood up without looking at
him and he just wanted her to leave so he could get out of the room as well
and then get out of the building altogether.

"Come on," she then said to him and those two words made him nervous. "I need
you to walk me to my car."

"What? Why? There are plenty of policy out front still, I saw. Still a big
crowd in the front of the building."

"We're not going out the front of the building. I walk out that way and I'll
get swarmed by reporters, cameramen, and people wanting autographs. I'd never
get out of here. There's a back door exit that leads into an alley. That's the
way I go out but my bodyguard isn't here tonight and I need a guy with me."

"I wouldn't be much of a bodyguard. You're tougher - you'd be better able to
fend off an attacker than I would."

"Yeah, no shit. But a woman still can't be walking alone in the dark,
regardless. No one will attack me if they see a man with me, trust me. No one
ever has. Now, come on."

She stared him down some more, those intense eyes of hers causing him such
intimidation, bringing out his cowardly side and making him unable to do
anything other than what she told him to do. Figuring he wouldn't be able to
get back in afterwards, he grabbed his bag and followed her.

They walked out of the training room and down the hall to a back door. She
walked ahead of him as they walked out the door to an alley and the door
slammed behind him. He heard the click of it locking automatically. The alley
they were in was narrow and extremely dark. She started to walk, still walking
ahead of him, before she turned around and looked at him.

"How much did you get paid for tonight?" she asked him.

"Three ... "

He stopped himself from speaking after that but it was too late. He was
surrounded by the walls of the alley on each side of him. The locked steel
door was behind him and Rita was in front of him. She moved closer to him and
there was nowhere for him go. She elbowed him right in the ribs.

He had never known that another human being just with their body could inflict
the kind of pain on someone the way she had done to him with that strike. She
had just a feminine fit arm but he felt like he had just been jabbed by a
steel pole. The pain just started off in the one spot where she struck him and
he thought he was going to fall. The pain then shot throughout his ribs and it
felt to him like they could shatter.

He reached to grab his ribs and just that movement hurt him more. He would
have started crying if the pain wasn't so bad that it felt like he was
preventing him from doing anything else. And Rita had just begun. She tightly
grabbed his hair on the back of his head, pulled him in to her, and drove her
knee right into his ribs.

She did it again and even though she was just striking one small area of his
body, the pain was so bad that he could feel in expanding everywhere. He bent
down to grab his ribs, barely able to breathe, and he felt like he was going
to fall any moment. Rita punched him in the nose and his eyes watered up
before everything briefly went black for a moment. Once he could see again, he
saw Rita's fist coming right at his face, and when she connected with his
cheek, he went down on his side.

She kicked him in the stomach and then she did it again. As he lay there, just
his entire body in pain, and just barely able to get any air in when he took a
breath, he wondered how anyone could actually get in the cage with this woman
and be able to fight her. Just from those few strikes he absorbed he really
thought a few more could kill him, and he knew there was no way his body would
be able to last anywhere close to three rounds with her.

Rita then reached down and started going through his pockets. He felt her hand
rub against his dick through his pockets as she did so but that was only
because she was aggressively trying to get her hands on what she was looking
for. He was getting hard when she did it even though he didn't even realize
it.

She pulled his wallet out of his pocket, took out the three hundred dollars he
made that night, plus his other twenty two, put the cash in her pocket, and
threw the wallet on the ground next to his head. She kicked off her flip-flop
and then pushed the bottom of her bare foot right into his face to hold him
down. He could feel it, smell it, and even taste it against his mouth.

"Without me, Jacob would go out of business," she said to Jeremiah as he still
felt pain throughout his entire body except his face where he just felt foot.
"So he's not going to give two shits that I took your money. He can find
anyone like you willing to tape a couple of people up but he can't replace me.
But if I do find out you said anything to him about this - I will find out.
And I will hurt you badly. What I just did to you was nothing."

She took her foot off of his face and put it back in her flip-flop. He spit on
the ground, partly because of the severe pain in his stomach, and partly
because he had the taste of foot in his mouth. Rita walked away while he just
lay there in the alley in too much pain to move and still having trouble
breathing.

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