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The 4th street gym had been around for as long as anyone could remember. Some say it had been on the corner of 4th and Elm for over a hundred years. It was an official city landmark to some, and an eye sore to others. Back in the day, any fighter aspiring to be Champion, trained under Shamus O'Brien at the 4th street gym. Shamus, who was the owner at the time, was the best trainer in boxing. Over the years, six world Champions owed their success to Shamus O'Brien and the 4th street gym. But now, it had fallen on hard times. Fancy Promoters with very deep pockets, built their fighters state of the art training facilities and high tech gyms for them to train in. So the 4th street gym was forgotten and left by the wayside. No fighters to train, meant no money coming in. So Paddy O'Brien, the son of Shamus and now the owner, had to take out a loan and renovate the place.

Now instead of training professional fighters, the 4th street gym was used by ordinary people wanting to learn the art of boxing. There was also a weight lifting area for body builders to strengthen their arms and tone their muscles, an area for Instructors to hold work out and Pilates classes, and another area for over weight Americans to use exercise equipment to get their flabby bodies into shape. Paddy wasn't making a fortune, but it was enough to keep the place open and running. By expanding the gym to accommodate other interests, Paddy had made quite a few good friends in the last three years. He had also made quite a few enemies. Especially the Politicians at City Hall. They were the ones who saw the gym as an eye sore and wanted it torn down. They approached Paddy about selling the place, but he refused to budge. He loved the old gym as much as his father had.

City Officials were looking to modernize the city and hopefully attract new businesses to hire out of work people and bring the unemployment rate down. The 4th street gym was sitting smack in the middle of the section they planned to erect their mini shopping malls and modern office buildings. But Paddy refusing to sell, forced the City officials to come up with a different strategy. They went ahead and built their mini malls and office buildings, as well as a high rise parking structure, and an elite Restaurant for the well to do customers. They widened and repaved the roads, and upgraded the electrical and plumbing services to handle a greater capacity. All of which drove Paddy's property taxes through the roof. Then they put pressure on the bank to find a way to foreclose on his loan. Paddy was in deep financial trouble.

Wanting to help her husband keep his business going, Paddy's wife baked pies, cupcakes, brownies, and cookies for a giant bake sale. Then she held a yard sale at their home, to help raise money for her husband. Paddy did his part, by auctioning off some of the equipment the six world Champion boxers used when they trained there. Between the two of them, they raised enough money to pay the property taxes. The loan however, was a different story. Elaine Westgate, was one of the work out Instructors that held classes at the gym. She was the first one to rent a space when Paddy renovated the place. Elaine loved the old gym as much as Paddy and Shamus. And she just happened to be a multi millionaire. She came up with a work out tape that housewives could use to trim down while doing their household chores. It caught on like wildfire. She became the female Richard Simmons of work out tapes. But she still taught classes three days a week.

Elaine and Paddy were very good friends. So she offered to loan Paddy the money to save his gym. But Paddy refused to accept her offer. Taking a loan to pay a loan, just seemed like a ridiculous idea to Paddy. Even though Elaine told him he could pay what he could, when he could. He wouldn't change his mind. So she came up with the brilliant idea to hold a boxing tournament. Patrons of the gym would pay an entry fee, and have a round robin box off to establish a Champion. A very nice trophy and the privilege of calling himself Champion of the 4th street gym was the exalted prize to be won. It turned out to be a genius idea. Nearly a hundred men signed up for the boxing tournament. And to everyone's surprise, so did thirty women. Paddy had to buy two more trophies for the men in different weight classes, and one for the women. The men would have a Champion in the lightweight, middleweight, and heavyweight divisions. The women were all within thirty pounds of each other, so there was only one class for them.

The odds on favorite to win the men's heavyweight division was Shane Murphy. He was solidly built, and had spared in the gym for nearly three years. At 6 foot 3 and 245 pounds of solid muscle, he was going to be tough to beat. The women's division was deemed to be a toss up. No one expected the women to take it to seriously and pound on each other for the trophy. But they underestimated the determination of some of the participants. Especially Heather Hill. Heat her was a likable young lady of twenty five. She attended all of the work out and Pilate's classes, and loved to spar in the ring. Heather married her high school sweetheart and thought she was going to live the American dream. But four years of spousal abuse had changed her outlook on life. She made the decision to divorce her husband and stand on her own two feet. She joined the gym to keep her body fit, and to learn self defense so she would never become a victim again.

Paddy and the crew built bleachers all around the gym, so the the paying audience would have a place to sit while watching the fighters. The first Saturday of the tournament brought in a packed house. If things continued like this throughout the event, Paddy was going to be debt free. He felt like kissing Elaine for coming up with the master piece idea. By the end of the week, the bouts had turned out like everyone expected. Except of course for the women. No one had any expectations about who would emerge victorious in their division. Shane Murphy was pitted against a local construction worker who frequented the gym quite often. The women's contest came down to Heather Hill and Anne the Pilates instructor. The two women were good friends, so no one expected a bloody battle. The finals were slated for next Saturday afternoon.

Paddy was thoroughly delighted with the proceeds from the event. He was able to pay his loan off in full, and get the city officials off his back for another year. Next year might be another story. But he wasn't going to lose any sleep worrying about it. The gym was his for at least another year, and it was running at a profit. So in his eyes, everything was perfect. There was a lot of discussion going on in the gym about who would win the finals. Shane Murphy was the only clear cut favorite to win his bout. The others were about even money on who would win. They were all excited to find out, so the week seemed to drag by. But Saturday finally arrived and the gym was packed to the rafters. The lightweight bout was really close. The eventual winner won by a split decision. The middleweight fight was a little more lop sided, with the winner taking 8 of the 12 rounds.

They scheduled the women's bout next, leaving the heavyweight fight as the main event. Heather totally out classed Anne to take the trophy. The two women left the ring with their arms around each other and smiling. Even though Shane Murphy was dubbed as the favorite, the fans were hoping for a good fight. But they were sadly disappointed. Murphy beat the poor man around the ring for six rounds, before knocking him out in the seventh. The proud winners received their trophies in a small ceremony after the bouts. The four of them also received a sweat shirt, with 4th STREET GYM BOXING CHAMPION across the front. They all were congratulated by the fans and the gym crew for their excellent performance.

There was high spirits in the gym for quite a while after that. All the sections were set back in place, and business returned to normal. There was talk floating around about maybe having the lightweight Champion face the middleweight winner. Or perhaps the middleweight winner facing Shane Murphy. But the two smaller divisions didn't want any part of it. One lady jokingly mentioned to Heather that she should challenge Murphy for his title. Heather laughed it off and went on about her business. One Sunday after getting out of her Pilates class, Heather saw Murphy pounding on the heavy bag. So she ambled over to have a laugh with him over what the lady suggested. She expected him to find it as amusing as she did. But Murphy didn't think it was one bit funny.

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard in my life." He said angrily. "They should run that stupid bitch out of here and bar her from coming back. Any body with an ounce of brain in their head could see I would completely annihilate you in the ring. What made her think you would stand a chance in hell after what I did to that moron construction worker. Just look at this body. You wouldn't last one round with me. Hell, you wouldn't last one minute of one round. I'd eat you up and spit you out before the sound of the bell stopped ringing." Heather was at a loss for words because of his out burst. "I just thought you would find it as funny as I did. You didn't have to go all GI Joe on me big boy. Forgot I even mentioned it." She said as she walked off. "Don't worry babe. I already have." He said with a sneer.

Elaine had just finished teaching her work out class and was packing up to leave. She heard Murphy go off and stepped out to see what was going on. When Heather walked off, she intercepted her to see what it was all about. Heather explained to her what set off his tirade. Elaine fell in beside her as she started to leave. "OK Heather, call me crazy if you like. But I think you could take him. I watched both of your bouts, and you're much quicker then he is. All those heavy muscles would tire him out pretty fast, so your stamina would be better then his too. And I've seen you work the heavy bag, so I know you can punch much harder then you d id against Anne in last Saturday's bout. You were taking it easy so she wouldn't get hurt. Besides, he's nothing but a loud mouth braggart, and he needs to be taken down a notch." She said as they stepped out the door.

"To tell you the truth Elaine, I think I could take him too. But he'd never go for it. So we're wasting our time discussing the fight." Heather told her friend. "Hey girl. If you're willing to teach that loud mouth wind bag a lesson, then I'll get him to fight you. I'll guarantee he'll accept your challenge after I get through with him." She replied with a smile. "Then go for it Elaine. He kind of pissed me off the way he run his mouth a while ago. Telling me I didn't stand a chance in hell of winning. And how he would tear me apart if I was dumb enough to step into the ring with him. If any man deserves a good beating, it's that muscle bound idiot. So if you can goad him into doing it, I'm game." Heather replied. "Then leave him to me girl. The match is as good as set."

Elaine turned around and went back in the gym. Murphy was still pounding on the heavy bag, so she strolled in that direction. "Hey Murphy. I hear you're afraid to face Heather in the ring. You should be ashamed of yourself big boy." Elaine said with an evil grin. "WHO THE HELL SAID I WAS AFRAID TO FIGHT HER?" He screamed at the top of his voice. "Well I just talked to Heather. And she said she challenged you to fight but you turned her down." "That lying bitch. I did no such thing. I said it would be a joke if she and I were to fight. Hell, I'd knock her ass out in two seconds flat." He said confidently. "I don't know Murphy. She's pretty good." Elaine replied. "She's a God damn female. There's no fucking way she could win a fight with me. Do you really think that skinny bitch would stand a chance against this body?" He asked as he struck a double muscle pose.

"I'll bet you Heather can take you big boy. What do you say?" "I ain't fighting no God damn female." He protested. "Oh, so you are afraid of her." Elaine shot back. "NO I AIN'T AFRAID OF HER! I just don't want to beat up some silly broad because she's crazy enough to think she could win." He answered. "I'll tell you what Murphy. I'll bet you ten thousand dollars she can whip your ass." "I ain't got that kind of money." He replied. "Oh, I don't want your money hot shot. I have plenty of that. I want your services for a month." She told him with a smile. "Hell babe. If you want to roll in the sack with me. I'll be glad to oblige you without beating some fucking broad to a pulp." He said with a leer. Elaine decided it was time to spring her little surprise on the muscle bound fool.

"Don't flatter yourself muscle head. I'm talking about your services as a maid." She said with a sweet smile. "A MAID? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" He yelled. "My maid had to quit the other day to take care of her invalid mother. And the service I use informed me they wouldn't be able to send me a replacement for about a month. So here's the deal. You win the fight, I pay you ten thousand dollars. If Heather wins, you work three hours each night, and twelve hours a day on the weekends as my maid. Is it a deal or not?" Elaine asked. "You're fucking crazy you know that?" Murphy told her. "Hey. If you're so sure of yourself, then it would be the easiest ten thousand you ever made. But since you seem to be refusing, then I can only assume Heather's ri ght. You're scared to fight her. I wonder what everyone else around here will think after I tell them." She said as she started to walk off.

"WAIT JUST A GOD DAMN MINUTE! IF YOU WANT TO HAND ME TEN THOUSAND BUCKS SO FUCKING BAD, I'LL BE HAPPY TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THE STUPID BITCH AND TAKE IT!" He screamed. "Excellent. I'll talk to Paddy and set it up for next Saturday. Do you know what size you are? I like my maids to be properly dressed." She said as she walked off laughing. "FUCK YOU!" Was the only response she received from the irate Murphy. Elaine convinced Paddy to set up the match. Then she called Heather to tell her the good news. They both had a good laugh, after Elaine explained to Heather how she conned him into accepting the fight. "Your maid huh? I'll venture to say he would be the ugliest and probably the most incompetent maid you would ever have." Heather said with a smile. "Yes, I'm sure he would. But I think he'll look real cute in the uniform." Elaine replied. They both broke down laughing.

So the match was set to crown the over all Champion of the 4th street gym. Almost everyone thought the fight would be a one sided massacre. A few of the women thought Heather might stand an outside chance of winning, if Murphy pulled a muscle or had a heart attack. Heather and Elaine were the only two who were totally confident she would win. But like all sports events that looked on paper like the outcome was inevitable, people couldn't stay away. If there was going to be a massacre, they wanted to be there to see it. The gym had standing room only within two hours of the fight. Elaine went to Heather's dressing room to pass along an idea and see how she would react. "How modest are you Heather?" She asked. "Modest? What does that have to do with this?" Heather asked with a puzzled look. "I have an idea that will rattle meat head and make him lose his concentration. Tell me what you think." She said as she explained. "You're pure evil Elaine. I'll do it." She replied grinning.

Paddy called the two combatants to the ring. He introduced the judges who would be scoring each round, and said he would be refereeing the bout. Then he asked the two fighters to join him so he could explain the rules that must be followed. Murphy took off his robe and smiled at Heather while he was walking to the center of the ring. All he was wearing was skimpy thong underwear. Heather was glad that Elaine had stopped in with her wonderful idea. Smiling back at the muscle bound idiot, Heather slipped out of her own robe and approached Paddy. The crowd was whistling and screaming like crazy, when she revealed she was also wearing only thong panties. But the best part was, she was completely topless. The smile left Murphy's face. When Paddy was through with his instructions, he sent the fighters to their corners. Before leaving, Heather turned to Murphy and smiled.

"Let's go for it big boy." She said as she looked him right in the eyes. "You ain't gonna win without these cannons baby. So say you're fucking prayers." He replied as he raised his right arm to show her his huge muscle. "You know the old saying pansy ass. The bigger they are the harder they fall. You're going to make one hell of a sound when yo u kiss the canvas." Heather replied with a sweet smile. "Fuck you bitch. I'm going to beat you to a pulp. Then I'm going to rip your fucking head off and show it to the crowd. Your cocky mouth won't be running then will it bitch?" He angrily said as he stomped off to his corner. "We'll see big boy. You're about to find out there's dynamite in these gloves of mine. And they're going to blow up in your face and make you even uglier. By the time I'm through with you, you'll be begging me to knock you out and end your suffering." Heather said walking off.

Elaine and Anne the Pilates instructor were working Heather's corner. The three of them were chatting and laughing like they were simply out for Sunday brunch. Murphy was getting madder by the second as he sat there watching them. He couldn't wait for the bell to ring so he could start destroying the smart ass bitch. Ten thousand dollars for less then a minutes work was easy money. He had his eye on an outstanding HD flat screen TV, and an excellent Boise stereo system with all the bells and whistles. Great entertainment for him to enjoy, and the satisfaction of busting up that little bitch and shutting her fucking mouth for good. What more could he ask for. When the bell sounded to start the round, he confidently strolled to the center of the ring to end this farce as quickly as possible.

Heather skipped out to meet him with a smile on her beautiful face. When Murphy drew back his huge right arm to deliver the knockout blow, she interrupted his plans with two sharp jabs. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Then she danced away and laughed at his surprised look. He chased her down and tried a hard right cross and a left hook. Heather eluded his clumsy punche s and nailed him on the right temple before she skipped away again. "SMACK!" Murphy went after her like an angry bear. She ducked under his devastating roundhouse, blocked his pitiful jab, and avoided his bone crushing right cross. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Her one two combination puffed his bottom lip and made his nose sore. She backed off grinning at the angry male fighter. Murphy decided he needed to work on her body so she couldn't run from him. When he caught up with her, he threw a solid punch designed to burrow it's way clear though to her backbone and slow her down. Heather jumped back a step and easily made him miss. "You have to do better then that big boy. I'm hardly getting a work out making you look like a fool." The bell rang before Murphy could respond with a punch or a come back.

"You're doing fantastic Heather. You've got him completely befuddled." Elaine said as she put the stool down for her. "She's right." Anne replied. "He doesn't have a clue how to stop you from getting away after you pop him." "Thanks girls. I am having fun out there. You were right Elaine. He's so damn big and slow, I can see his punches coming a mile away. And mine are way to fast for him to stop them. That muscle bound idiot is in for one hell of a beating. And I'm thoroughly going to enjoy myself while I give it to him." She said with a large smile. "That's my girl. Beat that over grown sissy to a pulp and totally humiliate his worthless ass." Elaine responded. "Your wish is my command dear lady." Heather replied as all three of them laughed.

When the bell sounded for round two, Murphy charged off of his stool. He was completely embarrassed over his showing so far, and amazed he wasn't already in the locker room taking a shower. He was determined to put an end to her lucky streak this round and lay the bitch out. With that thought in mind, he waded in throwing disastrous hay makers with mean intentions. But the confident Heather didn't cooperate with his plans. She easily slipped his wrecking ball punches and taunted his futile efforts. "You're not very good at this are you muscle head? Did you pay that construction worker to take a dive and let you win the Championship. Because those pitty pat punches you're throwing are simply pathetic. Do you want me to close my eyes so you would have a better chance of hitting me? It's the only way you might land one. Although I doubt that would even increase your accuracy."

Her fucking mouth was really grating on his nerves. His temper was boiling hot and about to blow. The only cure for it, was to shove his fist down her fucking throat. He went at her like a crazed lunatic. His huge, muscular arms were firing thunderous punches at her as fast as he could chuck them. But the nimble female warrior was able to evade his onslaught with no trouble at all. Heather dodged his pile driving left cross and stepped to her right. When Murphy turned to resume his all out attack, she struck without any warning. "Here boy. Let me give you a taste of my gloves." "CRACK!" Her solid left uppercut sent blood flying from his mouth and him staggering back. Heather stayed on him. When he finally found his balance, she was right in his face. "THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" Two hard shots to his mid section, was followed by a hammering right cross. He stumbled to his right this time.

Murphy was able to right himself before she could do any more damage. The uppercut and right cross had scrambled his brain a little. So when she was near enough, he stepped up and grabbed her to buy himself some time. Paddy separated the two and gave the order to box. "You really don't want to start a wrestling match with me wimp. I would put you in so many painful wrestling holds, you would be crying for a week. So you better stick to boxing if you don't want me to shame you in front of all these people. Although your boxing skills are pretty much non existent." She taunted. GOD I'M SICK OF HER FUCKING MOUTH!. Murphy said to himself. Letting his anger overcome his better judgment, he threw himself at her with hatred filling his eyes. "SMACK!..SMACK!..CRACK!" A right and left cross stung his eyes, and the right uppercut nearly took his head off. Murphy hit the canvas like a ton of bricks. "SLAM!" He was up at the count of eight. And luckily for him, the bell ended the round.

"WOOOOOO HOOOOOO!" Elaine shouted when Heather made it to her corner. "Nice shot girl. Watching him go down really made my day." "I enjoyed it myself. Way to go Heather." Anne agreed. "Well get out the Champagne to celebrate girls. Because that big pussy is going down a lot more before I'm done with him." Heather said confidently. "That's exactly what I want to hear. Humiliate that loud mouth until he's to ashamed to show his face around here." Elaine said with a grin. "That's my intentions Elaine. I plan on shaming him so bad he may never recover. He'll think twice b efore he calls another female weak and incompetent." Heather replied. "Well you're plan is certainly working to perfection Heather. Your punches aren't the only thing turning his face red. He's thoroughly embarrassed about the way things are going out there. And he doesn't know how to stop it from happening. You've really got him scared." Anne added.

The next two rounds were mirror images of each other. Heather continuously peppered him with hard left jabs and straight rights, and then danced away. When she did stop and fight, she pounded his face and body with astounding regularity. While he continued to miss her ducking and dodging elusive body. He kept chasing her down, trying to pin her against the ropes or in a corner. But Heather always managed to skip away and taunt his feeble efforts. And each time he got close enough to try and wreck havoc on her body to slow her down, Heather would beat him to the punch. His face was beginning to swell, and his large muscular body was tiring out. Trying to catch the elusive female had turned into a marathon. Which his thick legs weren't built to run. Murphy felt completely lost.

Round five started out like all the others. Murphy missed a hard right cross and got tagged with a solid combination. "SMACK!..SMACK!" When Heather went to back off, her bare foot slipped on the wet logo painted in the middle of the ring. Murphy saw she was off balance, and went after her grinning like a wolf who had a helpless little lamb cornered. Heather managed to get her balance just as his powerful fist was flying at her beautiful face. She leaned her upper body back and made him miss. Angry over losing his best chance to land a punch, Murphy threw the next one at her bouncing breasts. Not expecting him to throw an illegal blow, Heather barely escaped the full force of his punch. It grazed her nipple hard enough to sting the female gladiator and make her wince in pain. It also made her furious. "Bad mistake wimp. You just brought illegal parts of the body into play. And yours are a hell of a lot more sensitive then mine." She told him with a glare on her lovely face.

Heather quickly stepped up and punched him with two sharp left jabs and a straight right that landed between his eyes. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His head snapped back from the battering ram right, which left him defenseless against the left she was about to throw below his belt. "Let's see how your manhood can take those blows." She said as she drilled him in the balls. "SMACK!" Murphy's legs folded up like a card board box. He slumped to his knees and moaned like he was dying. "UUUNNNHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Heather backed off smiling. "That should teach you to fight fair you weak little sissy." Paddy offered to give him five minutes to recuperate from the low blow, but Murphy was way to pissed to put off exacting his revenge on the auburn haired bitch. "I'M READY REF. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!" He yelled as he started after Heather.

The bell rang to end the round before he reached the fucking bitch he planned to kill. Paddy had to restrain him and force the angry male fighter to retreat to his corner. Heather gave him a sweet smile and waved at him while she strolled to hers. "OH MAN! I K NOW THAT HAD TO HURT! Anne said smiling. "Not as much as I'm going to hurt him the next round. I'm tired of playing around with that ugly baboon. He's about to find out what a female is capable of. I'm going to beat that coward senseless and knock his ass out for trying to strike my breasts. That boy is going down." Heather replied with anger in her voice. "Go get him girl. Show him who's boss." Elaine said. "I'm the boss alright. And when I'm done beating him to a pulp, I'll be the pathetic little cowards Master too." Heather said confidently.

When the bell sounded for round six, Murphy bolted out of his corner like he was shot out of a cannon. "YOU'RE MINE BITCH!" He said as he attacked with fury. His muscular arms repeatedly fired his ham like fists, to end this nightmare and put the fucking bitch in her place. Ten, twenty, thirty bone snapping punches were thrown by the irate male gladiator. But not one of them found their mark. Heather avoided his overwhelming attack like it was the easiest thing in the world. His over developed muscular arms quickly grew tired and began to droop. He was breathing heavy, and was plodding along on his weak legs like a worn out plow horse. Heather took over with authority. "It's my turn coward. I hope your mama is in the audience, because you're going to be crying for her when I'm done with you." She said as she opened her potent offense and beat him around the ring.

"SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" The poor man was defenseless against her relentless attack. "SMACK!" "So I wouldn't stand a chance against your big muscles huh?" "SMACK!" "You would completely annihilate me huh?" "SMACK!" "I wouldn't last one minute of the first round huh ?" "SMACK!" "You would eat me up and spit me out before the bell stopped ringing you said." "SMACK!" "Then how come I'm beating you to a pulp in the sixth round you pathetic big mouth gorilla?" "THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" Murphy stumbled back against the ropes. His huge body bounced off of the ropes and was sent hurling back right into her jaw breaking uppercut. "CRACK!" He left his feet and sailed through the air about a yard before he came crashing down on the canvas. "SLAM!" Paddy made it to the count of 9 before he struggled to his feet. The bell saved him from absorbing anymore punishment.

"You've got him girl. He's a beaten fighter." Elaine praised as Heather sat in her corner. "It wouldn't surprise me if he wasn't able to come out for round seven Heather. Way to go." Anne said joyously. "Let's hope he does. I feel like toying with him a while before I punch his lights out. I want the loud mouth wimp to know I can knock him out anytime I feel like it. I want him to realise I'm prolonging his agony because I'm having to much fun making him look like a fool. That should prove to him that females are the superior sex." Heather replied. "That's my girl. Humiliate him beyond his wildest dreams. Show him his place and put him in it permanently." Elaine said with a smile. "Boy. I hope I never get you two mad at me. You're both meaner then a sack of snakes." Anne told them laughing.

The bell rang to start the seventh round. A large smile appeared on Heather's face when she saw Murphy slowly rise from his stool and stumble to the center of the ring. "I'm Glad you could join me for your lesson little man." "SMACK!" His left eye was nearly swollen shut. "I was afraid you might turn chicken and run away screaming." "SMACK!" His nose was completely shattered. "Then I couldn't prove to you what a weakling you are." "SMACK!" His right eye blew up like a balloon. "How come I don't hear you running your big mouth?" "SMACK!" His jaw was badly bruised. "Maybe it's because my glove is crammed in it so far you can't speak." "THUD!..THUD!" His solid abs broke down. "Or maybe I've beaten you senseless and your brain is scrambled." "SMACK!" Blood flew from his busted mouth. "I guess all you can do is spit liquids. "CRACK!" The bell ringing uppercut sent him reeling back to his corner. Murphy slammed into the turn buckle hard. His useless arms flopped over the top ropes, while his head dropped down and his body sagged. He was hanging in his corner unconscious.

Heather casually walked over and placed her glove under his chin. She lifted his drooping head and saw that his eyes were tightly closed. When she released his chin, his head flopped back down like he was dead. Murphy was out cold and was going to stay that way for quite a while. "I thought you was supposed to be a real tough guy. What a wimp." She said to his sleeping body. She unhooked his arms and watched as his lifeless body collapsed to the canvas. Heather placed her gloved hands on her shapely hips and her right foot on the side of his head. Paddy slowly counted the battered man out and raised her hand in victory. The crowd went absolutely nuts. Elaine and Anne rushed into the ring and hoisted her up on their shoulders. Murphy had to be dragged out of the ring.

"There's something I should tell you before you open your big mouth again. I'm not only a work out Instructor, I'm a third degree black belt. So unless you want me to fill that cocky mouth of yours with my foot, and give you another severe beating. You'll take that box and march your ass back in there like you were told." Murphy looked at her for a few seconds before his head slumped down in defeat. Elaine put her finger under his chin and raised his head to look into his frightened eyes. She grinned at the fear that was plainly showing on his swollen, battered face. "Am I making myself clear pansy ass?" She asked with a smile. "Yes ma'am." Murphy whimpered. "Good boy. I'm positive you couldn't handle another beating so soon. So you made the right choice. Now move your ass." She ordered.

Murphy reached down to pick up the box, when she decided to humiliate him a littl e more. "Kneel in front of me and put my shoes back on my feet. I want to see how much you need to be trained so you will become a competent maid." She commanded. Murphy dropped to his knees with tears dripping from his eyes. He picked up the black heels one at a time and placed them back on her feet. "Very good wimp. You may not need much training after all. Now get in there and put that uniform on. And be quick about it." She said with a stern voice. Murphy picked up the package and scurried into the locker room. Heather and Anne were smiling when they joined Elaine. The three of them stood there chatting, while they waited for Murphy to show himself. This they couldn't miss.

When Murphy stepped out of the locker room, his face was as red as a fire engine. The humiliation and shame he felt for not being man enough to stop Elaine from degrading him was overwhelming. He stood with his embarrassed head down and was crying like a baby. The three females nearly fell in the floor laughing. The black and white maids uniform fit him fairly well. The ruffled sleeves were a bit tight on his muscular arms, and the frilly skirt was a bit to short. When he bent over to clean or pick something up, his white lacy panties would be entirely visible to anyone watching. The black hose had a few runs in them, because he had trouble getting them on over his thick legs. But his black patent leather flat shoes fit perfectly. Elaine was nice enough not to force him to wear heels.

"I'd say I did a pretty nice job estimating his sizes. Wouldn't you ladies?" She asked her friends. Heather and Anne were still laughing to hard to answer. Elaine grabbed him by the ear with her thumb and fore finger. "Come with m e Missy. I'm going to take you home and explain your duties. I'll expect you there at seven sharp in the morning to start cleaning. If I were you, I wouldn't be late and anger me. Is that clear?" She asked as she dragged him towards the door. "Yes ma'am." He whined as he stumbled along beside her. Heather and Anne finally stopped laughing and said their good byes. Anne stopped her before she got ten feet away. "Oh Heather. Paddy asked me to tell you to stop in and see him." "OK Anne. Thanks. I'll see you later." She went looking for Paddy.

"You wanted to see me?" She asked as she stepped into his office. "Yes Heather. Wait right there." Paddy opened a drawer and took out a box. "Here, this belongs to you." He said with a smile. Heather opened the box and nearly started crying. "Thanks Paddy. I'll treasure this always." She said as she put the sweat shirt on over her clothes. "Hey. You earned it gal. You really cleaned his clock. I didn't think you had a prayer. But I'm glad you proved me wrong." He replied. "Thanks Paddy. I'll see you tomorrow." She said as she kissed his cheek and walked out. Heather stopped in front of the mirror on her way out. She smiled and nearly broke down again when she read the large letters embossed on the front of the sweat shirt. The letters that simply told the truth. It's exactly what she was, and would be forever. It read. 4TH STREET GYM ALL DIVISION BOXING CHAMPION!