Fight Night 
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
The grudge match, a money match, turns nasty, real nasty!

Fight Night

It was the fight that had caught the imagination of the public, the two
fighters that had never met in the ring before and the two fighters that both
had reputations to lose. This event had everything the fight fan wanted two
legends in the fight game coming together for the first time, and if the
build-up and hype before the fight was to be believed. This was going to be
something that no one wanted to miss.

It had been months and months ago that the news and sports channels had first
broke the story that this fight was on the cards. The rumours and speculation
had been going around even further back, but now it had been 'officially' said
that the fight would, probably, happen! The two fighters, the boxers, seemed
evenly matched, sort of. There was the fearsome, strong, technical black
fighter Dawson, he was the man who knew how to throw the killer punch and how
to take down his opponent, he was the favourite, or was he? His opponent was
Finlay, the white, rough and powerful man, the one who knew how to take a
punch and still stay on his feet, no matter what was thrown at him.

Two fighters, two different men, Dawson, the thinker, the tactician, the
skilled boxer verse Finlay, the slugger, the invulnerable, the hard fighter.
So, who would win this one, if indeed it was real and there was going to be a
match?

Then the day had come, the press conference was called and the two fighters
appeared in front of the cameras and the waiting press, the announcement was
made, 'Yes there would be a fight!' There was Dawson in his smart suits, every
inch of him looking the real gentleman, as if he'd just stepped out of a very
expensive tailor's shops. At the other end of the table was Finlay the rough
and ready man in his tracksuit, looking as if he couldn't be bothered and had
only stopped off on his way to the gym. It was a case of the 'unstoppable
boxer coming up against the immoveable fighter!'

As the announcement was made and the two boxers just looked, stared at each
other and then the comments were made, the remarks got said and the promises,
as to what, who would do too who, started to fly. The two fighters were kept
apart, managers, assistants and others jumped in-between the pair to break
things up, the press loved it all. And so, the fight was now truly real, this
was going to be good!

Over the coming weeks and months more press conferences where arranged, the
contracts needed to be sighed and sorted out, who would get what money, the
conditions of the fight, all had to be ironed out and the location. In the
background was Max and man who had some experience of the fight game, but so
far, he'd not been all that successful in it. But now due to a few bad moves
and a few unfortunate incidents he no longer had his own fighter to look
after. So, he'd moved into the event organisation side of the fight game and
somehow, he'd got involved in this fight and the 'staging' of it.

He was, sort of, in charge of the press conferences and enjoyed the setting up
of these and the 'showbiz' side of it all. Especially as he'd given himself
the job of organising the sponsors ringside girls, now there was a job he
really liked. It was at the third or fourth of these press conferences that
he'd had his brain storm, after one of those now expected bust ups between the
two boxers.

So, at the following conference, where it was to be announced that it was here
in the 'City' that the fight would be staged, Max put his idea into play. The
City already had a bit of a reputation, in certain quarters, for having its
own unique tradition of strong fighters, quite a few being female, and
exclusive matches and events, if you knew where to see these! But not even the
City had been the venue for such a lavish and spectacular fight as this one
between Dawson and Finlay. But up there on the stage it was to be announced
and everyone was excited, Max more than most as he'd taken todays two sponsors
ringside girls and put them into position on the stage before the conference
had started.

After all he was in charge of these girls, and he'd chosen a quite attractive
pair of girls for today's event, a tall brunette and a tall blond. Each girl
had long hair that flowed down, with a slight curl to it, both woman with
their firm, sexy, shapely bodies, were dressed in their boots, very tight blue
shorts and crop tops. The name of the sponsor was emblazed across each girl's
thrusting chest, that always seemed to be pointing into Max's face as he
wasn't the tallest of men. He thought the girl's names where Debbie and Julie,
or something like that but he couldn't remember, and didn't know which was
which as each time he went to talk to them all his eyes could focus on where
their heaving breasts!

So, all Max could do was "Blondie you stand just there, that's right, and you,
Chestnut over here!" For the two women, Max was a source of annoyance and the
looks on their otherwise, quite attractive face made this very plain to see.
But when the room started to fill with members of the press and Max was off
sorting out something else, the woman's, delightful smiles took over. The
women stood there, looking stunning, the press all assembled, the fighters
came out, the announcement that it was the City that was to stage the fight
was made, photo's where taken, questions were asked by reports and then the
looks and trash talking form each fighter started.

Max was pleased when the announcement was made and now everyone knew, he was
from the City himself, it was his home and now the biggest fight he'd been
ever involved in was coming to his home City. Yes, it was a City he knew, its
good side and all it had to offer, also its darker side and most of what
happened in that side! Max knew that dark side of the City, the underhand,
hard, murky side and the men, and women, who occupied it, he'd been involved
in it himself, to a certain degree, but that was another story, or two! But
for now, that was all forgotten, now it was all about the big fight coming to
the City.

The insults were thrown, the men got louder and louder, the name calling got
worse, the two men got closer and closer, right into each other faces. The
entourages began to move in too, but not too quickly, Max had told both sets
to hang back a bit, let the press have something, let the fights get a bit
pushy with each other, before they actually stepped in. All part of building
the hype up, getting people interested, sell more tickets and more
pay-per-view! In fact, the pushing between the boxers had started before
anyone could get close, Dawson had pushed Finlay who quickly, maybe a bit too
quick, shoved back and the black boxer took a couple of steps backwards, a few
too many that made him look bad!

Dawson wasn't having that and lurched forward and rammed Finlay, the men
grabbed each other, there was a tussle. By now both entourages where there,
and there was more shoving and pushing, that soon spilled over to the many
other people around the table. Now there was a mini fight going on, the press
loved it. Well, more like handbags, too much pushing to be anything proper,
but it looked good for the cameras and press that where enjoying all this. But
it was now that 'something' happened THUD! THUD!

During all of this, the pushing and shoving of both the entourages, the two
women, Blondie and Chestnut, who had been diligently standing there looking
great and smiling had been themselves, pushed, shoved, knocked into and sent
over. Both women had landed on their cute derriere's and both where quite
shocked at what had happened, they had stood exactly where they had been told
to stand by Max and both women where more than a bit put out about being
knocked over and now having sore behinds!

By the side of the stage Max looked on a smiled as he saw this and was more
delighted that then dozen or so men from each fighter's camp had ignored the
women on the floor. The only ones that had seen the women fall where the
boxers and they had come to their help. Dawson had immediately got to protect
and help the fallen brunette woman and Finlay had pushed people out the way as
he protected and assisted the blond.

The press loved this as the two entourages carried on with their now growing
scuffle on the stage while the two fighters came to the aid of the fallen
females. The camera's clicked away as photos for the next day's newspapers
were taken. Max smiled broadened as he knew this little 'extra' publicity
would only mean, more interest in the fight and ultimately more ticket sales.

The two women were escorted off the stage by the fighters and out of harm's
way, as the fracas between the two groups carried on, and all the time the
press where clicking away with their camera's. There was a lot to report and
lots of news coverage would be dedicated to this over the next week or so. So,
all in all, it was a very good press conference!

The two ringside women involved in this 'incident' were now fixed items
involved with all the upcoming press conferences and photo shots. At first the
women were quite pleased with all this, they were the lovely faces, and
bodies, that were seen whenever the fight was mentioned. They were on TV, they
could be seen in all the reports in the newspapers and where all over the
internet, yes, both ladies where very pleased with that. The press had even
started to call the women, 'Blondie' and 'Chestnut'. Which didn't please the
women too much, they weren't too sure who had given the press the idea of
using those particular names, but they had a fair idea!

The publicity was great, the women liked that, but even so boxing really
wasn't either of their thing, they liked the sport, even somewhat joyed it,
but they were into something a bit different. As for the boxers, well to get
to stand next to a tall, strong man with a fit toned, muscular body, some
girls might like that sort of thing, but as for these two women, they could
take it or leave it, they were into something a bit different. Even so, they
were enjoying the attention that being connected with the fight brought them.
But then the women noticed it had all started to get a bit one sided!

Each time the girls went on stage, Chestnut ... . Er, Julie was always placed
on the side nearest Dawson and Blondie ... ..Ah, Debbie was placed near to
Finlay. This was of course seized upon by the press and, Blondie became
'Finlay's girl', after all he had saved her, and Chestnut was Dawson's ... ...
the press stopped short of using a certain word, but indicated as best they
could that she 'belonged' to him! As she was so thankful for him stepping in
and rescuing her, or so the press said.

In the papers and on the news the rivalry between the boxers was now matched
by the rivalry between the two ring girls, now considering that Debbie and
Julie were indeed friends, they didn't take too kindly to how this was all now
playing out.

It was after the latest press conferences, the two women where backstage and
just finished changing and about to set off after the event. But they were
under strict instructions to wait until everyone else had left, and then even
then they had to leave the conference building separately so there was no
chance of the friends getting photographed together and so destroying the myth
of the ringside girl rivalry.

This was all getting a bit tedious for the girls and as they hung around.
There was another five minutes before they could leave and they found
themselves outside of one of the many rooms in the long corridor at the rear
of the event hall. Inside the room was Max who was enjoying a laugh and joke
with both of the fighter's managers. They were talking about how good
everything was going, how ticket sales had improved after the incident
involving the ringside girls and how the story of the girl's rivalry had added
to the hype of the big fight. Both managers where saying how they were
impressed with how Max had arranged all of that 'incident' how it had work so
well. And how both of them would keep Max in mind to 'assist' them in
promoting their next fight and their other fighters!

Max loved it, he might not be managing his own fighter anymore, but he was
well and truly working his way up the grease pole of promotion management, and
doing very nicely out of it, thank you. Outside in the corridor and the two
women stood by the slightly open door having heard everything, it had been a
set-up, Max had arranged that fight on the stage, deliberately got the women
to be knocked over and then to be 'saved' by the boxers!

Debbie and Julie were furious, not only with Max, but also Dawson and Finlay,
and their managers, trainers, they were all involved. All so that more tickets
were sold, more fans would come to the arena, more people would pay to watch
the fight on TV. The two women were about to go into that room and spoil
everything for Max and the two managers, they would tell the papers what had
happened, they would go on TV and say what ... ... No!

The women paused, they stopped, thought about this for a moment and had a
quiet conversation, they already knew a 'few things' and when this was all put
together ... ... Now they had an idea! They made a phone call, got told
something else, spoke to another person and soon an idea was forming ... ... !

It was the night of the big fight, the arena was full to the rafters, the TV
audience was hugh and everything was set. Blondie, Debbie led out Finlay first
and into the ring, to a rousing reception from the gathered crowd, some even
shouted out her name as well "Blondie ... Blondie." This was followed by
Dawson's entrance and again the crowd went wild, "Chestnut ... Chestnut" could
also be heard amongst all the chants. Up into the ring and both women looked
stunning stood there in their boxing boots, those tight blue shorts and crop
tops, with sponsors name thrusting out across their chests. There was many a
man watching who would have liked to gone a few rounds in the ring with either
of these beauties!

Max had managed to get himself into the ring for the preliminaries of the
fight, talking to each fighter, then this important person and that
representative as all the long-winded announcements were made. Max was now an
important person in his own right, he had got the public's imagination for the
fight to fever pitch, he had brought in a lot more interest and more
important, money into all this. He was on top of the ... ... 'Oh!' As Max
looked around the crowd he stopped something, or should that be someone!

To his front and in the front row of the audience, right in the middle of the
line of seats was a woman, a woman that Max recognised. She was a heartless
woman, a strong woman, a woman who had beat, in a quite noticeable match, the
last real boxer the Max had managed, who was any good. The woman was Miss
Heatless and she had beat Eddie Simpson, not once but twice. Eddie had been a
regional champion, a contender in his own right, heading for the big time when
... ... When Max had been tricked, well that's what he would say, into putting
Eddie's name to a fight against a woman, Miss Heartless. With Miss Heartless
and sat next to her was her companion a small, but well developed young girl,
with long dark hair, but her good looks where hidden by a shadow that fell
across her face. (Reader may wish to read the previous stories, The Heartless
Foe & The Heartless Return).

Max froze for a second wonder why this woman was here, and hoping that he'd
not been recognised, but so he looked away, even so, what could she do, she
was probably just here to watch the fight. As he looked over to his right, he
froze again, there sat in the middle of the front row was someone else he
recognised, another woman. She was the tall, bark beauty, the gorgeous Amazon
black woman, Jasmin Johnson, better known as simply JJ. This woman had a
deserved reputation here in the City and Max had, on a couple of occasion he'd
supplied a few men to 'certain' people, men, to, well, maybe, 'deal with the
woman!'

There were many in the City that wanted JJ taken care of, but all had failed
in their attempts. Even so, some still tried and these 'men' had to get their
muscle from somewhere and Max was one of those that supplied the 'strong men
to do the jobs!' When you're involved in the boxing game you get a lot of men
coming your way hoping they will make the grade. Most don't but can be used
for 'other things', Max had a side inline in supply men to do these 'other
things!'

Max knew some of his 'clients' had had dealings with JJ and all had come off
badly, but Max had been lucky, no one looks for the person who supplied the
heavies, do they? But with JJ here, now, Max was a bit concerned, especially
as with JJ was her 'friend' the bubby, busty blond Cindy, double trouble. But
Max noticed how the two women were looking at the two young lads who were
darting around outside the ring doing all those last-minute jobs. He knew
something of JJ tastes and hoped the ladies where her to just watch a fight
and catch a boy for later, and that they did realise who he was! (Reader may
wish the various JJ's stories about this dark beauty).

Max spun around and away from JJ, still hoping she hadn't seen him or knew
exactly who he was and what he'd done in the past. As his eyes came around
'shit!', was this really happening? There on the third side of the ring and
again sitting in the middle of the front row was a very attractive older
woman, a mature beauty, a sophisticated lady. Plus, sat on either side of her
was a delish looking young girl, a pigtailed blond and a ponytailed brunette.
Max recognised the renowned education 'specialist', the Headmistress know as
Ms Stern and her troublesome companions Trixie & Dixie.

Max was currently involved in a 'scheme' to buy up, by any means, a large part
of land next to the Stern Academy, otherwise known as 'The Stern Private
School'

'An educational establishment dedicated to providing a stimulating and
disciplined environment for selected young girls and boys.' Or so the plaque
in the reception area of the school proudly boasted. This was a secret venture
to 'obtain' the land near to the school and eventually take over the land the
school was on. All done by a group of men, most of whom were keen on
destroying the school, for whatever reason and some like Max in it to make
money.

But no one, outside of the 'investment' group knew about this or how far they
had got with the project and it was so secret that Ms Stern would have no idea
what was being planned behind her back, surly not! (Reader may wish to read
about the various other people that have come up against Ms Stern in her
various stories).

Max was quite sure that little business deal was all going nicely and no one
knew about it, even so he turned around and looked away from the unnerving
look he thought the two schoolgirls was giving him! As Max looked across to
the fourth and last side the saw another familiar face, but this time the face
of a man and another boxing manager. Vladimir was Russian, of was it
Ukrainian, something like that, Max didn't know, but he did know that the
Eastern European man, the large, fat man was a good manager. Even if in the
early days when Vladimir first came over here, Max had 'stolen' his first few
fighters off of him when he was trying to make his way in this game. But no
one holds a grudge over something simple like that and that happened in the
past, do they? But since then and after his family had arrived in the country,
Vladimir had had an almost instant and strange way of getting some really good
fighter into his camp and keeping them!

But like anyone in this game there where obvious rumours, like how Vladimir
had taken over Eddie's gym, one of the oldest and toughest gyms in the City, a
proper old school gym, with proper fighters, proper boxers. The rumours
centred around the two women sat nearby, sat next to Vladimir was Katrina, his
daughter, the young, pretty little thing was rumoured to be the one that had
'tamed' both Kingsley and Elliot, two fighters who could have easily been up
in that ring tonight if things hadn't suddenly gone 'wrong for them!' The
other person, sat the other side of Katrina, in her large dark glasses was the
attractive, and younger than Vladimir, Natasha. (Reader may wish to read the
previous stories about Katrina, The Contender & The Champ)

She was Vladimir's wife and if rumour was true Katrina's Mother, but she
looked far too young, Natasha was also rumoured to be the strong but silent
partner in Vladimir's boxing management company. Rumoured to be very strong
when it came to the boxers! But it was the look on young Katrina's face, as if
she was at an auction or something like that, and then she spoke to her Father
and pointed up into the ring, was she pointing at Max? Surely not!? As one of
the young lads around the ring rushed by Natasha's head moved to follow his
cute arse, Max wondered with Ms Heartless, JJ, Cindy, Ms Stern and Natasha
here, would any of the ringside work part of lads be safe? Probably not. Also
with the young brunette girl, Trixie & Dixie and Katrina here, would any of
the men be safe? Again, probably not and not in the same way either!

Max shock his head, it was all a coincidence that all these people where here,
just a coincidence! But now it was time for the big fight to start, time to
relax as all the money had been made and Max knew this was going to be a great
fight, no matter who won. After all Max was set now, he'd got this fight put
right to the top and now he was made in this business, nothing could go wrong
now!

The ring was emptied apart from the two fighter, Dawson and Finlay, the
referee and Blondie, ... ., Debbie, she walked around the ring with the 'Round
1' card held up, as if people needed to be told, but these things have to be
done. As she climbed through the ropes to a hail of wolf whistles 'DING!
DING!' "Seconds out, Round 1."

The two men came out of their corners, the crowd cheered them on and now there
followed 3 minutes of hard fought boxing, but not too hard, after all the
crowd and paying TV audience had to get their monies worth. The men moved
around the ring, punches were thrown and contact was made, it was an even,
fair first round as the boxer's man suss each other and get a feel of how the
fight was going to go. When the bell rang the men returned to their corners,
the crowd cheered, the TV commentators said how good it had all been and the
brunette, or was that Chestnut, Julie entered the ring and walked around with
her round 2 board.

She walked around the ring, to lots of whistling and calls, still smiling and
lapping up the attention, as she got around to Finlay's corner the boxer was
already on his feet and ready for the next round. As Julie went by the man
smiled and swished his arm low and towards her well-formed arse THUD! OOOWWW!
The blow on her cute backside caught Chestnut off guard and she stumbled a few
steps forward, much to the amusement of the crowd and much to her dismay.

Max also laughed as it all added to the entertainment of the evening, Debbie
saw this and frowned, not impressed that her friend had been picked on. Also,
there were other eyes that found this all very unamusing, even disrespectful!
DING! DING! "Seconds out, Round 2."

The second round was on and both boxers came out with their game plans, this
time it was intense, the fighters went for each other, they seemed faster and
both packed harder punches, when they did get close enough to throw a punch
that is. But still the crowd, the TV audience and the commentators loved it.
In 3 minutes, the round was over and both fighters made their way back to
their corners, now it was blond Debbie's turn to walk around the ring and look
good again, which she did very well.

She smiled, with that cute, yet quirky smile of hers, again taking in all the
attention just as Julie had. As Debbie got around the ring towards Dawson's
corner, the man saw his chance to get the crowd behind him, or against him,
either way they would be shouting his name and that's what he wanted. As
Blondie got just in front of him, he jumped up onto his feet and into the
woman, knocking into her and sending the woman tumbling down to the canvas
floor. Immediately half the crowd cheered while the other half booed, that
didn't matter, what did was that everyone's attention, their chants, cheers
and jibes where all directed at him. This would mean that Dawson was the
centre of attention for round 3, he had all the momentum behind him, this
would be his round and where he could start to force Finlay to make a mistake
and to hurt him!

All part of the plan, and Blondie had done her bit, even if she didn't know
what the plans was, but as she looked up at Dawson's smug face looking down at
her she knew he' used her, and she wasn't happy! Debbie got to her feet and
was over at the ropes where a concerned Julie was up on the outside making
sure her friend was OK. DING! DING! "Seconds out, Round 3."

The seconds where out, the boxers stepped forward, the referee looked around
and 'What!' Over by the ropes and Blondie was still in the ring, talking over
the ropes to Chestnut who was standing on the outer edge. The ref indicated to
the two fighters to move back and hurried across the canvas to get the
'stupid' ring girl out as quickly as possible 'Shit why did this have to
happen when he was in charge and with the whole world watching!' "Get Out,
Now!"

He hissed his command to the blond woman, but she ignored him! Debbie was
talking to Julie over the ropes and paying no attention to the referee. He
wasn't going to stand for this, both boxers were also confused and were slowly
making their way towards the rope to find out 'what the hell was going on?'
The ref raised his voice, but still Blondie and Chestnut ignored him as they
carried on with their own conversation. This was getting stupid, the ref
grabbed hold of Blondie's arm and was shoving her towards the ropes, 'he'd
throw her out if he had to and then he could ... ... ' THUD! OOOHHHH!

The referee felt a sudden sharp blow to the centre of his face, a blow that
stopped him in his tracks, blurred his vision for a second and made his head
pound. The blow also stopped the two fighters from moving any closer, as they
were also shocked at what had just happened, 'never seen that before!' As the
referee was pushing Debbie towards the ropes to 'assist her out', Julie had
leaned forward and thrown her clenched fist over the ropes and into the ref's
face.

The blow had also made the ref take a step backwards and for once the whole
arena went quiet, total silence, even in the millions of rooms around the
world where people where gathered around their television sets to watch the
fight there was silence! "What the fuck?" Finlay's words were the first spoken
as he now carried on moving towards the ropes, Dawson followed and a low hum
of disbelief and comments started to circulate around the arena.

The ref held his hurt face and looked up at the two women, who said nothing,
he was angry now and shoved the blond woman hard against the ropes to get her
out, WHACK! OOOWWWW! But she was having none of this and a sharp backhand went
driving across the ref's already sore face and knocked him back even further.
Both Dawson and Finlay where now very verbal in telling the women what to do!
But again, they were having none of this, Julie stepped through the ropes and
now there was the two ringside women, dressed to impress, but looking
unimpressed, inside the ring. The referee was nursing his hurt face and the
two boxers where now, so angry that their fight was being interrupted by these
... women!

The lines were drawn, an angry, shouting Dawson on one side, the hurt ref,
still holding his sore face in the middle and another angry boxer, Finlay
yelling abuse on the right-hand side. Facing these, men, was the brunette
Julie and the blond Debbie, and both women had had just about had enough!
WHACK! OOOUUUHHH! SMACK OOOWWWWWW!

The women struck, two hard strikes that neither man wasn't expecting, nor was
anyone watching, well maybe there had been a few keen eyes that had seen the
signs and knew what was, 'probably', going to happen! Julie had gone for 'her
man', shooting her boot hard into Dawson's gut, taking the annoyed man by
surprise, at the same time Debbie had struck 'her man', Finlay received a
stunning blow to his jaw as the woman had lurched forward and driven her fist
into him.

With the first blows dealt the new fight was on and there was no going back
from this, THUD! WALLOP! The girls were quick to follow up, Julie's fist now
came into play as she landed and couple of sharp blows onto her man's face and
upper body, both blows Dawson felt. SMASH! CRACK! Debbie also drove into her
man with just as much enthusiasm, her fists slammed onto Finlay's torso,
taking the man by surprise, and also hurting him! It wasn't just the boxers
who was shocked the crowd took a moment or two to take this all in, 'ringside
girls fighting boxers!'

The stunned boxers had both taken a couple of steps backwards, they had been
hit, and felt the women's blows strike, but both men were unhurt, probably. It
was more the shock of it all that had made them go backwards. But it was now
the referee that was on his way forward, he'd got over his initial shock of
being hit and was now fuming. He was going to ... ... WHACK! SPANK! Blondie's
left fist and Chestnut's right fist smashed into the man's face, for the ref
there was a sudden moment of his head bursting with pain and then it all going
dark.

He now staggered back, although his head was still throbbing violently his
sight was coming back 'Shit!' All he saw was a blur of blue as the two women
in front of him spun around in opposite directions. They each, twisted on one
legs, bent their bodies, lifted a leg each and swung a foot straight into the
referee. The double hit of Debbie's boot landing in his face and Julie's boot
driving into his chest sent the man off his feet and flying halfway across the
ring.

There was a fraction of a second of total silence in the arena as the referee
went flying through the air, then as he landed with a hefty thud on the
canvas, a roar went up and the crown where now behind 'Blondie and Chestnut!'
The two women where pleased with themselves and gave each other a hug, much to
the delight of the crowd. But then they had something else to deal with.

Dawson and Finlay where coming back at them, and now it was the men's turn not
to be happy with all this. Finlay was fuming and didn't hold back, he let
loose with a right hand and sent his boxing glove towards Debbie, WHACK! But
it was the woman who had made the better move, as the glove came her way she
swayed, moved her body out the way and hit back. As the glove went sailing
past her she raised her leg and brought her knee up, fast into the body of
Finlay, the fighter. As the knee struck his gut, she twisted her body and
drove that knee a bit harder, a bit further into the man. A move he was
unprepared for and one that caused the hard man to wince and shudder.

Just as Finlay had gone for Debbie so Dawson had launched himself at Julie,
with both arms held out the man was going to grab onto the woman and push her
out the ring and out the way, but, THUD! UUUUHHHH! The brunette had seen this
and dropped down, crouching as Dawson arms passed over her and then she'd let
loose with her fist a pounding straight left into the man's groin. Even with
protection, he felt that blow, it stopped him, Dawson let out a low whimper
and stood there, as still as he possible, so he could deal with the pain.

As Debbie drove her knee up into Finlay she grabbed onto his arm and flung the
man around, spinning him and sending him tumbling into the nearby ropes, he
might be a boxer, but she knew a few other moves. She wasn't bound by the
'Queensborough rules', she could do what she wanted, SMACK! OOOHHHH! As he hit
the ropes and bounced off of them he came straight into the woman's fist that
was heading his way. First time Finlay had been hit by a woman in the face,
and it hurt!

Julie was still crouched down with the stunned Dawson hovering above her, now
it was time for her next move, up she went, fast as she could. Her fist
together and above her head, they went up first, up into the bottom of her
man's jaw. Knocking Dawson's head backwards as she shot upwards, making the
man stagger and stumble backwards due to harsh impact into his jaw.

When she was fully up on her feet Julie lurched forward and looped her arms
and clenched fist over and around Dawson's head. He was heading backwards but
this move kept him from falling. Then with her hands around his neck OOOOWWWW!
THUD! Julie swung her arms, and body around, she took Dawson with her and
hauled the man around, off his feet, she flung him over into the nearby
corner, sending her man crashing into the post there.

Debbie was also onto her man, her first blow to his face was immediately
followed up by a second, third and fourth, a session of hard blows seemed to
rain down on him and he didn't know where they were coming from. Dazed and
confused Finlay bounced back against the ropes and forward again, but as he
came forward this time WOOOSSSHHH! THUD! Something grabbed onto his arm, he
felt that, then there was a feeling of moving and a kind of floating
sensation, very quickly followed up by a pounding, thundering feeling all
along his back and rear of his legs.

Debbie had grabbed hold of Finlay as he came off of the ropes, and then turned
and thrown the man down into the canvas. As the man hit the floor there had
been an almighty roar form the crowd. Which carried on as she now laid into
him on the floor with her boots. And now with Dawson in the corner Julie had
jumping up onto the ropes so she could get some height and was now slamming
her fists down hard into Dawson's face. The crowd again cheered with so much
enthusiasm, this was turning out to be a much better fight than anyone had
expected.

With Dawson in the corner and Finlay on the floor the two women carried on
with their beating of these men. Outside the ring and the officials and
members of each fighter's team had finally got themselves organised and where
all trying to scrabble into the ring. Seconds later and 5, 10, 15 men had all
climbed into the ring, there was a pause and then the two women where rushed
THUD! WHACK!, SMACK! WALLOP! Several men where put down before the women where
outnumbered and overcome, even so there was still a struggle and at last the
women where 'escorted' out of the ring.

Finlay and Dawson where too battered, even injured to carry on, the fight had
been a farce and it was called off. Max was pulling his hair out at this
point, it had all gone horribly wrong and as the two women were ushered out
passed Max, both Debbie and Julie smiled at Max, they knew this would ruin
him, and that pleased them.

With the fight called off and the women taken away the crowd where rowdy, they
had enjoyed watching the gorgeous ringside girls take on the boxer's, it
wasn't something you saw all the time and the crowd had really enjoyed seeing
it. It took quite some time for the arena to empty, but finally it did, and
with that done it was time to talk business. The sponsors were not happy, the
TV companies were not happy, the arena management company was not happy, there
were lots of very unhappy people.

Debbie and Julie had been 'released' after a chat with the main men in charge
and a few explanations about how they had been used, how it had all been a
setup, how they had been 'attacked' by the ref and the boxer and how they were
just 'defending' themselves. It was decided not to follows this up further!
The two women left together and with a number of 'enquiries' form many
different sources about what had happened and what the ladies wanted to do
next?

Now in the almost deserted arena the events of tonight where still being
'discussed!' In a large locker room down a corridor at the rear of the
building, there was Dawson and Finlay, looking worse for wear with bruises and
a couple of stitches each. There was the boxer's managers and trainers, the
referee and officials. There was also the head of the TV distributer, the
sales manager, the events manager, the publicity manager and, of course Max!
All of whom had had a bad evening tonight, KNOCK! KNOCK!

Without being invited to come in the door opened and in walked a young
dark-haired girl, Trixie & Dixie and Katrina. The gathered men in the room all
looked at the 4 young girls that had just walked in unannounced and wonder
what was going on. Max's body shuddered as he saw who they were and stepped
backwards in fear. The door to the locker room was closed, there was a moments
silence, then AAARRRRRRRRHHHHHHH!

Further down the corridor and there was a changing room, used by the large
group of lads that had come from a number of different boxing clubs from
around the City. All volunteers who were here to help out for tonight's big
fight. A message had gone out for all the lads to meet back at the changing
room, but none of them knew what for. With all them there the door opened and
in walked a bevy of stunning looking women, Miss Heartless, JJ, Cindy, Ms
Stern and Natasha. The women smiled, 5 hot women, 15 or so young boxing club
lads, should be fun ... ... !