Tyra Banks tames the Heavyweight Champion.
By Crohnsman Crohnsman67216@yahoo.com
When the Heavyweight Champion nearly kills her cousin in the ring, Tyra Banks challenges him to a fight.

This story was requested by a fan. It is purely fictional and has nothing
to do with reality. I hope you and he enjoy the story.

Byron "The Bull" Bradford was heavyweight champion of the world. The 30
year old black giant was 6 foot 8 inches tall, and 298 pounds of solid
male muscle. He had been champion for the last 4 years, and planned on
retiring with the title. With an impressive record of 39 and 0 with 36
knockouts and 6 title defenses, he was sitting on top of the boxing
world. No one could stand up to his relentless attack and enormous power.
He carved his way through the heavyweight division with ease. Currently,
there wasn't any contenders left to challenge him. Byron had disposed
with them all, one by one. In fact, he nearly killed the last man he
faced in defense of his title.

Boxing analysts thought Terran ce Shaw would give him a good fight. That
really pissed Byron off. He felt they weren't giving him the respect he
deserved. He methodically took the man apart, and thoroughly humiliated
him to prove them wrong. After three rounds, he was in complete command
of the fight. Byron could have put Terrance away anytime he wanted to.
But instead, he elected to toy with the beaten man until the twelfth
round. With less then a minute to go in the fight, Byron finally put him
down for the count. Terrance had to be revived with smelling salts and
helped to his corner. In the post fight interviews, Byron was bragging
about how easy it was to gain his triumphant victory. "Tonight, the world
saw a real man in action. I will never be defeated. No one is my equal."
"NO ONE!" He confidently bragged.

Byron didn't know that Terrance Shaw was a cousin of super model Tyra
Banks. Tyra was sitting in the living room of her luxurious home that
night, watching her cousin attempt to win the heavyweight title. She and
Terrance were close when they were growing up. Their respective careers
had taken them in different directions, but they still kept in touch with
one another. Tyra thought about attending the fight in person, but
decided against it. The Arena would be filled with media and
photographers, and she was afraid they would corner her for exclusive
interviews. This was Terrance's night, and she didn't want to spoil it
for him by diverting any attention to herself. So she elected to stay
home and watch the fight from the comfort of her living room.

When the massacre was finally over, Tyra was angry enough to chew nails.
Like everyone else, she could see Terrance was completely outclassed by
the third round . She prayed he wouldn't get hurt to bad, and the fight
would be over quickly. When Byron extended the fight to prolong
Terrance's agony, Tyra was getting more angry with each passing round. It
wasn't hard to see how much the big son of a bitch was enjoying the
torture he was inflicting on her cousin. Although Tyra wasn't a malicious
person, by the end of the fight, she hated Byron Bradford more then
anyone she had ever disliked in her life. Something had to be done to pay
that asshole back for his deliberate emasculating of her cousin. Tyra
made up her mind to punish him for the callous act she had just
witnessed. Byron "The Bull" Bradford, needed to be put in his place.

When she was 28 years old, Tyra knew she had to work hard to keep her
body in shape. Young girls with fantastic bodies, who dreamed of becoming
famous models, were popping up every day. So she joined a gym and used
their exercise equipment at least three times a week. When Terrance
explained his workout routine that helped him get in shape for his
fights, Tyra decided it would work for her too. So she enlisted an
instructor to teach her how to shadow box and work the heavy bag.
Realising she really enjoyed it, she contacted Billy Blanks and enrolled
in his Tai Bo classes. Now at the age of 33, Tyra had learned quite a bit
about self defense in the last five years. She discovered it not only
helped her keep her figure, it built her confidence and increased her
stamina. And according to her instructor and Billy Blanks, she was pretty
good at it.

The next day, Tyra called Terrance to try and console him on his defeat.
She could tell by the tone of his voice, he was really down in the dumps
over losing his chance at the title. He sounded totally depressed and
despondent on the phone. When she hung up, Tyra vowed to teach Byron
Bradford a lesson. She thought it over in her mind, then proceeded to put
her plan into action. Tyra contacted every reporter she knew to get the
scoop on the heavyweight champion. By the time she was through, she knew
Bradford's schedule as well as he did. She decided his upcoming
appearance on the David Letterman show, would be the perfect place to
issue her challenge. So she phoned Letterman's Producers and got a spot
on the show the same night.

She knew Bradford wouldn't believe she was serious about challenging him.
So she had to come up with an angle he couldn't refuse. The idea to make
it an event to benefit charity sounded like the best solution. Jerry
Lewis with his Muscular Dystrophy Telethon, and Whoopi Goldberg, Billy
Crystal, and Robin Williams benefit for the homeless, always seemed to do
very well. So she contacted the Make a Wish Foundation, that benefited
kids with cancer. It was her favorite charity, and she had been
associated with them for the last eight years. They were delighted to
accept her proposal to donate the proceeds to their cause. Next, she
phoned the Arena and made a deal with them to host the event. Tyra had
been directly responsible for sending a lot of business their way. The
Arena was the venue used for many clothing designers showing off their
line, and for photo shoots. So they happily agreed to help her out with
her charity event.

Now that everything was set in motion, the only thing left was get the
people and the media behind her. With a well known charity in line to
reap the rewards, and hopefully the media and a sympathetic audience
screaming for him to accept, there wouldn't be anyway he could refuse her
challenge. As a final thought, she called her accountant and had him
transfer 10 million dollars to a special account. If the heavyweight
champion still declined her request, she would appeal to his greed with
the money. Plus goad him into it by calling him a coward and questioning
his manhood. One way or another, she was going to force Byron Bradford to
meet her in that ring. Then she planned to completely humiliate him like
he did her cousin.

That Saturday night, she was standing backstage waiting to be announced.
The heavyweight champion was onstage, bragging about his latest conquest.
As was their usual course of action, they broke for a commercial so they
could usher him off stage to be replaced by their next guest. Tyra didn't
wait. She rushed onstage during the commercial break and requested he
stay. When they were back live, David Letterman announced his next guest,
who was already sitting in the chair next to his desk. Another chair had
been brought out for Bradford to sit in. After five minutes of the usual
small talk, Tyra brought up the reason she requested Bradford to remain
onstage. Letterman had no idea what she was about to propose. So he was
just as shocked as the audience.

"As you know David, I've been associated with the Make a Wish Foundation
for quite a while now. They grant a wish to a child with cancer, to make
his or her dreams come true. Many unfortunate children have had the time
of their lives, meeting their favorite sports celebrity or rock star.
It's a very worthwhile charity that desperately needs our help. The
reason I requested the champion remain on stage, is because I would li ke
to make him a proposal. That is, if he would be willing to accept." She
said as she smiled at him. Byron Bradford wasn't a charitable man. But
Tyra Banks had more or less painted him into a corner. He didn't want to
look like an asshole in front of the studio audience, as well as the TV
audience around the world. So he decided to accept her offer.

"I would be more then happy to accept your proposal miss Banks. If I can
bring a smile to the face of a child who has cancer, then I would be
delighted to meet him. Just call my Promoter and work out the details."
He replied. "Oh you misunderstood me champ. I want to set up a charity
event to raise money for the Foundation. Many cancer stricken children
would benefit from our participation. All I require from you, is your
word you will make a personal appearance. She told him with a beautiful
smile." "I see. You believe my presence would make wealthy people respond
by donating a larger sum of money. In that case, I would be happy to
mingle with the rich and famous while they fill out their checks." He
answered. But deep down he was frothing at the mouth. DAMN! This fucking
event of hers will force me to waste a whole evening. He thought. The
conniving little bitch.

Tyra thought it was time to spring her surprise. "I see you have made the
wrong assumption again champ. I guess I'll have to spell it out for you.
I would like you to help me raise money for the Foundation by fighting."
"FIGHTING? Hell lady, there isn't anyone left for me to fight. I've
already beaten every bum there is out there. Rather easily I might add."
Byron said laughing. "You haven't beaten me champ." Tyra said with a
smile. "YOU? Oh I get it. You want me to play act f or a few rounds and
then take a dive when you tap me on the chin. I'm sorry miss Banks, but I
don't play that game. Not even for charity." He said shaking his head.
"You really are a moron. I didn't say a word about play acting. I'm very
serious about this. I challenge you to a fight champ. A battle of the
sexes if you prefer. Unless you're afraid to face me." She said as she
looked him right in the eye.

"You have to be off your rocker. I'm not fighting a God damn female. Look
at the difference in our weight. I'm almost three times your size. A
fight like that would only be a joke." Byron said angrily. "I believe
you're a coward champ. Or should I call you chump? I knew you would react
this way, so I have a proposition for you. I'll put up ten million
dollars of my own money against your precious heavyweight title belt. Is
that enough incentive for you? Or are you the wimp I think you are?" Tyra
asked. Byron was getting pissed. The little black bitch had a mouth on
her. He felt like shoving his ham like fist down her fucking throat. But
he calmed down when he thought it over. It would be the easiest ten
million dollars he ever made. And she certainly needed a good beating.
The media would probably call him a bully, but the bitch was asking for
it. So why not give it to her and make a healthy profit. He said to
himself.

"If you want your ass whipped that bad, then I accept your challenge.
Just be sure to bring the ten million dollar cashiers check. Because a
few seconds after the sound of the bell, it will belong to me." Byron
said confidently. "Splendid." Tyra replied. "The fight will be held in
the Arena at seven o'clock next Saturday night. Be sure and bring your
belt. It's going to look much better on me then it ever did on you." Tyra
told him with an evil grin. Then she turned to the camera. "Ladies and
Gentlemen. Tickets for the charity event will be on sale tomorrow
morning. Please do your part to help the unfortunate children that are
stricken with cancer. They deserve a little happiness in their lives. And
those of you that attend, I thank you from the bottom of my heart." David
Letterman was at a loss for words when the two left the stage.

Everything worked out perfectly. The unusual bout made the front page of
the morning news paper, and was the topic of conversation on every news
channel. Tyra was giddy with excitement over the opportunity to teach
Byron Bradford a lesson. Terrance called and begged her to cancel the
whole thing. He greatly feared for her safety. But Tyra wouldn't budge.
He finally gave up, knowing how stubborn she was. But he was worried
sick. He was a professional fighter who was completely overwhelmed when
he faced the arrogant champion. Tyra was in way over her head, she was
just to hard headed to realise it. But there wasn't a damn thing he could
do to stop her. He decided to attend the fight, and drag her out of the
ring by her heels if necessary. Even if Bradford worked him over again.
He wasn't going to stand by and let Tyra commit suicide.

When Saturday night arrived, the whole Arena was jam packed. Everyone was
sure this event was nothing but a publicity stunt to raise money for her
charity, but it was a worth while organization. So they grabbed up the
tickets as fast as they could. Tyra was sitting in her dressing room,
while Billy Blanks was taping up her hands. Her boxing instructor was
standing at her side giving her adv ice. She was ecstatic over the way
things had turned out. Thousands of dollars had been raised for the Make
a Wish Foundation. And the best part of the evening was yet to come.
Byron "The Bull" Bradford was in for the biggest surprise of his life. By
the time she was through with him, he would be nothing but a shell of the
man he was now. A broken and destroyed shell. And she was going to enjoy
every minute of it.

At seven fifteen, the fighters were called to the ring. The heavyweight
champion proudly walked down the isle with his championship belt strapped
to his waist. There was an angry scowl on his face when he stepped
through the ropes. The only thought on his mind, was knocking Tyra Banks
out and shutting her fucking mouth for good. For the whole week, every
time he thought of her cocky attitude and runny mouth, his face would
turn red with anger. He hated the little bitch with a passion. The only
cure for that hatred, was seeing her lying on the canvas with a busted up
face. That would make him a hell of a lot happier, and ten million
dollars richer. All for less then five minutes work. He couldn't wait.

Tyra Banks strolled down the isle waving to the crowd. There was a
beautiful smile on her face when she entered the ring. She had chosen a
one piece bathing suit and ankle length boots to wear for this fight. The
suit was patent leather with a zipper in the front. The zipper was half
way down, giving the audience a glimpse of her ample breasts. The boots
were also patent leather. The gloves on her hands, along with the suit
and the boots, were silver in color. Her silky auburn hair was hanging
down between her shoulder blades in a ponytail. It was held in place by a
silver band. As she stood in her corner bouncing up and down on her long
shapely legs, she looked across the ring and smiled at the champ. He
simply growled at her.

The audience quieted down while the MC went through his little speech.
Then the referee took the two combatants to the middle of the ring and
went over the rules. The crowd gasped at the large difference in the size
of their bodies. Her 5 foot 11 inch 108 pound female body, was completely
dwarfed by his 6 foot 8 inch 278 pound frame. But they didn't see a speck
of worry on her beautiful face. In fact, she seemed to be brimming with
confidence. The heavyweight champ on the other hand, had murder in his
eyes. As confident as Tyra looked, the audience began to fear for her
safety when they saw his hateful stare. But there really wasn't anything
to worry about. This was only a publicity stunt after all. Wasn't it? The
snarling champion didn't look like he was faking. But surely he was play
acting. He must be.

When the bell sounded, the champ stomped towards the center of the ring
with a purpose. One shot, and this ridiculous fight would be history.
There was Champagne on ice and two beautiful babes waiting for him at his
home. The sooner he put an end to this farce, the quicker he could get
home and start the party. With that thought in mind, he went after Tyra.
A right fist the size of a cantaloupe, attached to an arm the size of an
oak tree limb, was sent straight for her beautiful face. Tyra easily
avoided it and danced away. Shock registered on his face when it didn't
land. "See if you can dodge this one bitch." He said as he threw the
monstrous left. To his amazement, she did exactly that. "You have to do
better then that fat boy." Tyra taunted. Byron went after her with
extreme det ermination.

Growling like a Grizzly bear, the champ let loose with a half dozen
punches. Each one had the power to snap any bone they connected with.
When the crowd saw his ferocious attack, all thoughts of this being a
publicity stunt left their minds. The heavyweight champion was out for
blood. They had witnessed his devastating destruction of every man he had
faced so far. Thirty six of them were left flat on the canvas, while the
three that survived his onslaught, had looked like they had been in a car
wreck. The heavyweight champion meant business in that ring tonight. And
poor Tyra Banks was going to be his next victim. Visions of her broken
body flashed through their minds, as they watched the champ stalk his
prey.

But Tyra wasn't cooperating with his plans. She slipped his heavy handed
punches like it was child's play. The champ was a hell of a lot bigger
then she was, but he was also a hell of a lot slower. Her lithe female
body easily eluded his thunderous attempts. Punch after bone crunching
punch missed their elusive target as she danced away. Which only made
Byron step up his efforts to dismantle his hated adversary. For two
minutes, Tyra slipped and dodged his sledge hammer blows with a smile on
her face. Then when he least expected it, she changed tactics. After
dodging a hard right that would have dropped an elephant, she stepped
forward and snapped a left jab to his unprotected face. "SMACK!" The
champ and the audience was stunned.

The crowd couldn't believe she was able to land the first punch of the
fight. The jab didn't hurt Byron at all, he was just tot ally surprised.
He never dreamed in a million years she would be able to tag him. With
his face turning red from being embarrassed, he leaped at Tyra to end
this charade. Murderous intent was evident on his face, as he swung for
the fences. Tyra easily avoided his ham like fists and waited for her
chance. When the champ missed with a powerful right cross, Tyra threw an
over hand right that caught him flush in the face. "SMACK!" The champ
screamed in anger. "YOU BITCH! YOU'RE DEAD!" He charged at her with his
magnificent arms pumping like a well oiled machine. But it was like
trying to hit a ghost. She wasn't there when his damaging blows reached
their destination. Which irritated him all to hell.

Ten more wrecking ball punches were dodged by the beautiful super model
before the bell rang ending the round. Tyra skipped back to her corner
with a smile on her face. While the frustrated champ stomped back to his
like an upset child that hadn't gotten his way. Tyra could see the anger
on his face clear across the ring. She planned on using that anger
against him and force the lumbering giant to chase her around the ring
like a dog chasing a car. Sooner or later, he would tire out and make
mistakes. Then she was going to teach him a valuable lesson in pain and
humiliation. When he was whimpering like a baby and at her mercy, she
would put him down for the count. There was absolutely no doubt in her
mind about the outcome. The heavyweight champion didn't stand a chance in
hell of defeating her. After all, he was only a male.

When the bell rang for round two, Byron charged out of his corner like it
was on fire. Tyra nonchalantly walked out to meet him. The champ went to
work right away. Thick muscular arms, were pumping huge fists like there
was no quit in them. Tyra danced around his crazed attack with barely any
effort. After ducking under a mighty right, she decided to let him feel
her power. "THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" Her one two combination found his ribs
and large stomach, before her left hook clipped him on the chin. Byron
snarled like a fierce lion while the crowd cheered her on. Turning to
face his hated enemy, he let loose with a dozen blows that would have
crippled her. But Tyra was gone before they got there. "STAND STILL AND
FIGHT YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Byron bellowed. "Make me fat boy." She replied
with a smile. The crowd cheered her answered.

Byron picked up the pace of his relentless attack. All he cared about was
smashing her fucking face in. That irritating grin was really getting on
his nerves. One good shot would put the bitch in the hospital. Let's see
if she can grin with her jaw wired shut. He thought to himself. But
trying to bust her up and actually doing it, was two different things. He
just couldn't land a glove on her. Byron threw a monstrous right with
mean intentions. Tyra leaned her upper body back and easily made him
miss. Since he left himself wide open, she took advantage and peppered
his face with quick shots. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His mouth,
nose, and both eyes were sore when she danced away. Byron reacted like a
small child throwing a fit. "AAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed in
frustration. "QUIT RUNNING AND FIGHT GOD DAMNIT!"

Just as he started after her, the bell sounded to end the round. The
champ was muttering to himself while he stalked back to his corner. Tyra
waved to the cheering crowd as she strolled to hers. During the rest
period, she could see he was breathing heavily. Missing so many
thunderous punches while following her around the ring, was beginning to
take it's toll on his large body. He'll soon be putty in my hands. She
said to herself. Then I'll prolong his agony. By the time I'm though,
he'll know how it feels to be degraded and humiliated in front of
millions of people. Especially when he realises there isn't a damn thing
he can do to stop me. Ecstatic from her success, she advanced to the
middle of the ring to start his complete demise. Byron was a bit slower
coming off of his stool for round three. But he was still very much
determined.

The champ opened the round with a strong six punch combination. But his
accuracy hadn't improved. Tyra easily avoided his fierce onslaught with a
taunting smile. With his face flushed red with embarrassment and anger,
Byron tried to corner the bitch so she couldn't run. But when he got
close, Tyra popped him with a combination and slipped away.
"SMACK!..SMACK!" His lip was split and his nose was extremely sore from
the two punches. Byron went after her with murder in his heart. Just
beating the fucking little whore wasn't enough now. He wanted to damn
near kill her for making him look like a fool. His reputation as the best
boxer in the world was at stake. With absolute conviction, he fired a
multitude of wrecking ball punches. But not one came within three inches
of her beautiful face. She was just to fast. When he stopped to rethink
his strategy, Tyra went to work.

"THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" Her gloved fists moved like a striking
cobra. She jolted his thick body with three hard shots, and then landed a
left hook to his chin. Tyra danced away and motioned for him to come and
get her. Byron didn't need to be goaded into it. Nothing could keep him
away. He charged her with fire in his eyes. Just as he reached her, Tyra
stepped to the side and let him have it on the temple. "SMACK!" Slightly
off balance from his charge, the well thrown punch staggered the big man
a bit. Tyra took advantage and attacked. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!"
A left hook to his chin, was followed by three straight shots to the
middle of his face. Byron stumbled back in surprise. "Gotcha fat boy.
This is way to easy." She taunted. Before Byron could do or say anything,
the bell sounded ending the round.

Rounds four, five, and six were an exact replica of the previous three
rounds. The champ did his best to corner Tyra and exact his revenge, but
he was simply to slow. Each jackhammer punch he missed, resulted in a
counter being landed by the beautiful super model. His face was beginning
to swell, and his body was in a great deal of pain by the end of the
sixth round. The crowd was on their feet chanting her name, while Byron
sat in his corner sulking. Each time he looked over at her, he was
reminded of what was at stake. His career would be ruined if he lost this
fight. No, his life would be ruined. He would be the laughing stock of
the boxing world, and probably never recover from the humiliating defeat.
He couldn't let that happen. No God damn female was taking away
everything he worked so hard to get. He had to be victorious.

With renewed determination, Byron walked out for the start of the seventh
round. But his heavy laden arms were moving much slower then before. Tyra
hardly had to move her slim, graceful body to evade his wilting offense.
Time to begin breaking him down and fill his bewildering mind with doubt.
She decided. "SMACK!" She landed a shotgun jab that would have made
Muhammad Ali jealous. Byron retaliated with a sweeping roundhouse right.
After ducking it, she drilled his massive body with four hard shots.
"THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" Three to his mid section, and a left hook to
his kidney. When he winced in pain and dropped his arms to defend his
body, she went to work on his unprotected face. "SMACK!..SMACK!..CRACK!"
Blood streamed out of his mouth and nose from two of the solid punches,
and his head snapped back from her punishing uppercut.

While she had him confused and on the defensive, Tyra gave him no
respite. "THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Two more hard shots to his
stomach and ribs, were followed by a right hook to his cheek bone and a
left cross to his jaw. His 298 pound muscular body remained stationary
because he still had plenty of strength left. But he was beginning to
feel the power behind her punches. Although her female arms were only
about the size of the business end of a baseball bat, they felt as if
they were loaded with dynamite. Byron tried to take a few steps back to
regroup, but Tyra stayed on him. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!"
His magnificent body was bruising badly, and his face was rapidly
swelling from her accurate fists. Being hit with continuous punches was a
problem he never had to deal with before. So he was lost for a solution
to his dilemma. Plus, the bitch was making him look like a pussy.
Somehow, he had to stop this massacre.

Throwing caution to the wind, the champ waded back in. Rights and lefts
were delivered with mountain breaking strength packed in every blow. B ut
the little black bitch was as slippery as an eel. Her well formed body
seemed to glide over the canvas like she was floating. Trying to hit her
was like trying to strike a vaporous mist. But when she turned from
defense to offense, the mist changed into hard stone when her fists
landed. And they really hurt. Not giving up, he drove himself forward.
Punch after punch was fired at the elusive female, but he continued to
miss his target. She on the other hand was landing with astounding
regularity. "SMACK!..SMACK!..CRACK!" Both eyes were filled with
excruciating pain, before the solid uppercut nearly dislocated his jaw.
The champ fell against the ropes in a daze.

Tyra was on him like a jungle cat leaping on it's prey. Her fists of fury
was rat tat tatting his face and body like a machine gun. Byron was
totally defenseless. "SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Her solid
punches snapped his head around so much he resembled a bobble head doll.
And slamming her fists into his stationary body, was as easy as hitting
the big bag in the gym. "THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..CRACK!" The champ was
ready to go down. The only thing that saved him was the bell. Tyra backed
off and looked him square in the eye. "You're mine fat boy. I'm going to
completely annihilate you. Although I'll take my time destroying you
because I'm having so much fun. Prepare yourself wimp. You're about to
find out what the view is like while looking up from the canvas.

The crowd was on their feet giving her a standing ovation when the champ
staggered back to his corner. As unbelievable as it seemed, Tyra Banks
was handling the invincible champion like he was a two year old. Most
critics and boxing analysts considered him to be unb eatable after what
he did to Terrance Shaw. So watching a female less then half his size
pick him apart, was utterly amazing. She was not only proving he was
vulnerable, she was doing it with considerable ease. The audience, as
well as knowledgeable boxing people that worked in the sport, were in
complete awe of the beautiful female with lightning quick fists. Everyone
watching in the audience as well as at home, knew they were watching
history in the making.

When the bell rang for round eight, the champ slowly went out to meet his
foe. He had no idea what he was going to do to change what was happening
to him. As impossible as it was to believe, Tyra Banks was cleaning his
clock. His huge fists and fighting prowess had demolished thirty nine
heavyweight boxers. It was inconceivable that a female less then half his
size, could accomplish what they had failed to do. Somehow he had to stop
this fiasco. But it wasn't in the cards for the big man. Tyra was just to
elusive and quick. Before he even tried to throw a punch, she beat him to
it. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Two left jabs ripped into his face. While he stood
there trying to get himself under control, three more bone jarring blows
found their mark. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His eyes began to swell shut,
and his nose was completely shattered. The champ was in deep trouble.

Tyra decided it was time to stop dancing and take charge. Her stamina
tank was still nearly full, while the champ looked worn out and helpless.
She felt a little degrading was the ticket to thoroughly destroy his ego
and confidence. She placed her gloved fists on her shapely hips and stood
in front of him. "You're not very good at this are you wimp? Maybe what
you need i s a little help. I'm not protecting myself, so my chin is wide
open. Take your best shot fat boy." She taunted. Byron wound up and
delivered a roundhouse right that would have stopped a rhino in it's
tracks. Tyra swayed her upper body back and caused him to miss by a foot.
"You can't even hit me when I let my guard down you pathetic little
sissy. Now concentrate and try again." She said with a smile.

The champ threw a straight right with all the power he could muster
behind it. She moved her head slightly to the right, and his horrendous
punch sailed harmlessly over her shoulder. "That was pitiful. Maybe you
should think about taking up another career muscle head, because you're
not very good at this one. But to be fair, I'll give you one last chance.
Now show me what you've got." The champ wasn't thinking clearly, or he
would have slammed his enormous fist into her non moving body. But all he
cared about was knocking that smirk of a grin off of her face, and
shutting her cocky mouth. He fired a right cross with the intention of
cracking her skull. Tyra easily ducked under it and came up laughing. The
champ was close to tears when the punch didn't land.

"Just as I suspected. You're completely worthless when it comes to
boxing. My next door neighbors ten year old daughter could whip your ass
without breaking a sweat. It amazes me that you won the heavyweight
championship?" Byron was ready to scream. Her fucking condescending mouth
was really irritating him. He threw a right and left combination with
everything he had left in his large body to shut her up. But his mighty
effort was feeble at best. Missing all of his punches for eight rounds,
plus the pounding he had taken from her accurate fists, had severely
sapped his ma nly strength. Tyra simply reached up and batted them down
like they were pesky flies. "Nice try fat boy. But I'm way out of your
league, and to much woman for you to handle." "SMACK!" Her straight right
busted his mouth and sent him stumbling back to the ropes. Luckily for
the champ, the bell ended the round.

Through rounds nine and ten, Tyra toyed with the deflating champion. She
landed punches at will, while easily slipping anything he attempted to
throw. The crowd was in such a frenzy, they were screaming her name like
she was the coming of the next Messiah. Several young men sitting below
her corner, proposed marriage during her rest periods. Billy Blanks and
her instructor was congratulating her on the wonderful performance she
was giving. Meanwhile in Byron's corner, they were doing their best to
light a fire under the down trodden champion. But they weren't having
much luck. Byron was behaving like he had lost the will to fight. His
spirit and courage seemed to have completely vanished. He looked and
acted like a beaten fighter that didn't care anymore.

When the bell rang for round eleven, they nearly had to push him off of
his stool. The champ plodded out to the middle of the ring like he had an
appointment with his dentist. His heart just wasn't in it. When he saw
Tyra approaching, a look of fear spread over his swollen face. It was
evident to the crowd that the champ was frightened to death of the much
smaller female fighter. They were totally fascinated as they watched Tyra
take the champ apart. Pot shots from every conceivable angle were solidly
landing without the least bit of interference from the undefeated
champion. His defense had thoroughly abandoned him all toge ther.
"SMACK!" A straight right to the middle of his battered face, drove him
back to his corner. Tyra was on him in a flash. He tried his best to
cover up and weather the storm, but it was a useless effort.

"SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" Her lightening quick fists
speared his swollen face and sagging body. His trainer was screaming for
him to get away from the corner and escape the vicious pounding he was
receiving. But Byron didn't have the strength to push her off and step
away. He was totally at her mercy. "THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..SMACK!..CRACK!"
Tyra saw his eyes turn glassy and his enormous body wilt from her
relentless attack. The heavyweight champion was ready to go down. But it
was only the eleventh round. She didn't want to end his suffering until
the latter part of the final round. So she backed off and paraded around
the ring while waving to the cheering crowd. Byron sagged in his corner
and gasped to catch his breath. The beaten man was almost out on his
feet, and didn't have a clue where he was at.

After making a complete trip around so all the screaming fans could catch
a glimpse of her, Tyra grabbed the nearly unconscious champion and
escorted him to the middle of the ring. "OK fat boy put em up. I'm not
through with you yet." Byron raised his battered face and was immediately
filled with fear when he saw the evil grin on her beautiful face. An
overwhelming urge came over him to run. But his pride somehow stopped
him. Being beaten to a pulp by a mere female was humiliating enough. But
attempting to run from her would be a fate worse then death. He half
heartily put up his fists to continue, knowing he was going to be
slaughtered. But the alternative w as being branded a coward. That, he
couldn't live with. "Good boy." Tyra said. "Now lets rumble."

Byron threw a lazy right that didn't have enough strength behind it to
penetrate soft butter. Tyra casually slapped it away and landed three
short jabs. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" She followed that with a straight
right that would have put his lights out if it landed. Instead, she
stopped her gloved fist a half an inch from his nose. The champ was
surprised he wasn't lying on the canvas asleep. He saw the right coming
and tightly closed his eyes while he waited for the explosion. When it
didn't come, he slowly raised his eye lids to see what stopped it. Tyra
grinned and tapped the end of his nose. "Scared you didn't I you big
sissy?" She asked as she stepped back. Byron felt the fury boiling up
inside of him. He wanted to rip her fucking head off for playing with him
like he was a child. Unfortunately, he knew he didn't have the strength
or the ability to accomplish it. The round ended while he was standing
there shaking with anger.

When the bell sounded for the twelfth and final round, Tyra Banks
confidently strolled to the center of the ring. The heavyweight champion
shuffled out to meet her, with a slim hope that perhaps a miracle would
occur. But deep down he knew that was wishful thinking. The ref touched
their gloves together and gave the command to box. "Your humiliation is
about over fat boy. Just three more minutes of suffering and you'll be
sleeping like a baby. Although I don't think you'll be very comfortable
lying on the canvas. But that's your problem." The champ decided to go
all out with everything he had left. If he was going down, he was going
down fighting. Maybe he could land a lucky punch. He prayed if it
happened, she had a glass jaw. With that thought lurking in his mind, he
raised his huge fists and advanced towards his hated enemy. Tyra smiled
and stepped up to meet him head on.

Byron cut loose with a barrage of heavy punches. Each one designed to
take her head off and plant her on the canvas. Tyra easily avoided his
clumsy efforts and struck with authority. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" The
champ felt his lips split wide open and watched as his blood spilled onto
the canvas. It didn't detour him in the least. He gathered himself and
waded back in. But his mission was doomed to fail miserably. For almost
two minutes, the female warrior cut him to pieces like an expert surgeon.
His face was completely swollen out of proportion when she halted her
destructive attack. The champ was wheezing like he had bronchitis, and
barely able to stand on his noodle like legs. Tyra stood in front of him
with her gloves on her shapely hips. "You don't look so hot champ. And
you sound even worse. Maybe you should lie down and take a nap." She
taunted the severely beaten champion.

The champ raised his drooping, battered head and stared at the cocky grin
he hated so much. With his last ounce of strength, he managed to throw
four more weak punches to her unmarked face. All four landed, because the
beautiful super model wasn't protecting herself. But they barely moved
her head an inch, and they certainly didn't cause her any pain. "That was
pitiful you pathetic little weakling. I would be ashamed of myself if I
couldn't hit any harder then that. You really are a pussy." She chided.
Tears welled up in the champs swollen eyes. His battered head sagged down
while he stoo d there shaking with heavy sobs. Tyra placed her left glove
under his chin and slowly lifted his head to look at his tear stained
face. The champ closed his tearful eyes and began to beg the female that
had easily beaten him senseless.

"Please.. miss.. Ty.tyra. Don't.. t.t.take.. my.. ti.title.. away..
fr.fr.from.. me. It's.. all.. I.. h.have." He pleaded. "You should have
thought about that before you accepted my challenge fat boy. But since
you're a man and more then twice my size, it never entered your feeble
male brain that I would stomp your ass. Besides. If the shoe was on the
other foot, I'm sure you wouldn't listen to my pleas. Now stop your
blubbering and try to take your defeat like a man." "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"PL.PLEASE.. MISS.. TYRA! LET.. ME.. K.KEEP.. MY.. B.B.BELT!" He screamed
in despair. "Sorry wimp. But a deal is a deal. Now be a good boy and say
good night to the nice folks in the audience and watching at home." Byron
completely broke down. "AWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! HAWWW! HAWWW! HAWWW!"

With her left glove still grasping his chin, Tyra positioned his jaw
where she wanted it. Byron stood there crying his eyes out, while he
fearfully waited for the punch to connect. Tyra reached back as far as
she could, and blasted his chin with a thunderous uppercut. "CRRRACKK!"
It sounded like a grenade going off. The champion teetered on his rubber
band legs for a few seconds, before they folded up like a card board box.
His mountainous frame dropped straight down on his badly swollen face
like a ton of lead. "WHAM!" The referee counted the pulverized champion
out while he slept at her feet. Then he raised Tyra's slender arm in
victory, while the audience chanted her name. Sh e stepped on Byron's
head on the way to his corner to collect the heavyweight champion belt
she had just won. His people handed it to her without protesting.

Tyra was greeted by Terrance when she climbed through the ropes and
stepped down from the ring. He gave her a congratulatory hug and kissed
her on the cheek. She threw the belt over her shoulder and proudly
strolled up the isle with a smile on her beautiful face. The crowd was
roaring in appreciation for the unbelievable event they had just
witnessed. Everyone seemed happy and contented over the outcome. Except
of course, Byron "The Bull" Bradford. He had to be taken out of the ring
on a stretcher and rushed to the hospital. The poor man was never the
same after the brutal beating he received at the hands of Tyra Banks. He
was afraid to fight anyone when he finally recuperated and left the
hospital. The Professional Boxing Association was forced to promote a
fight between their two best fighters for the vacant title. Terrance Shaw
defeated the other top contender and became heavyweight champion of the
world. But he knew who the real champion was. And there was no way in
hell he ever wanted to face his cousin. He was smarter then Byron "The
Bull" Bradford.