Join Me
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome 
Come on join me, if you dare!


Join Me

Roger was sat on the bench in the changing room looking down at his feet and
the floor of the room he was now sat in. There was a multitude of different
thoughts and feeling rushing around his head, but mostly it was 'how did I get
myself into this?'

He was by trade a freelance architect, and quite a good one. So that meant
Roger got paid well and mostly worked form his office at home when he wasn't
off somewhere seeing to the final touches to whatever it was that he'd
designed. It was one of those lifestyles that could leave him with quite a bit
of time on his hand, especially if he was away seeing the final completion of
a job. So, it was good to have something to past the time, to escape when he
had 'designers block'. Or those times when he needed to release his tension
with contractors and their clients when things didn't go the way he expected
them to!

For a while now Roger had been going to the gym, working out helped to get rid
of the stress that came with working with clients who couldn't see his vision.
This soon moved onto boxing, this helped with dealing with those contractors
whose workforce couldn't or didn't have the skill to bring his designs to
'life!'

Roger lived in the City and although he was freelance there where a number of
firms here that used him, well he was good and it all seemed to work out quite
nicely for him. The man belonged to a number of different gyms and boxing
clubs around the City, as he liked to move around. Different places, clubs,
buildings, rooms and people all gave him different views, ideas, inspiration.
That was the architect in him coming out, and it was in one of these gyms,
just a stone throw from a firm he was doing some work for, that it all
started.

As he belonged to so many clubs and gym and he was quite a sociable person,
except when working with clients and contractors. He liked to talk to people
get to know them, and on occasions 'steal' their ideas! On this particular day
he was in that gym just off North Street, stood in the weights area, spotting
for one of the members of the gym he knew there, a man called Tommy. And it
was at this moment when he first saw 'her!'

She was a tall woman and a muscular looking woman, a strong looking woman.
Roger could instantly see that, even if she was dressed in a pair of tight
black sports legging and a rough looking slightly ripped and baggy grey sweat
top, that was thrown over her upper body. She walked through the weights area
as if she was on her was to the changing rooms. But there was something, there
was a lot about her that made Roger forget instantly what he was doing and
stare. She was tall, taller than him, with long dark hair and a strong body
that looked as if it was no stranger to a good workout. He'd also managed to
get a look at her face, and it was, like her, firm and there was a solid
strength about how she looked, she wasn't unattractive but she wasn't a beauty
queen either. Firm, strong and maybe a bit unique, in her own way that was
Rogers first impression of this woman.

Roger thought that the woman would be at home in a wrestling ring, putting on
a 'show' as he also described wrestling. Well it was more of an entertainment
event rather than a real sport! To be fair she did have a look and feel of one
of those nasty wrestlers rather than anything else as she moved through the
gym. As she reached the changing rooms and went inside, Roger's mind came back
to what he was supposed to be doing "who was that?" After the man Roger was
spotting for, Tommy, got himself back up onto his feet, he told what he knew
about the 'wrestler!'

It seemed that this woman had only recently turned up at the gym, her name was
Christine. She'd been here a few times and seemed to know how to use a gym,
how to workout, and workout hard. In fact, she looked quite impressive when
she went through her routine, and she was indeed strong, her time in the gym
had obviously not been waisted! Tommy also said she was quite intimidating,
and she'd been quite firm, sharp with a couple of the men who'd been brave
enough to try and go over and talk to her. Whatever they'd said had annoyed
her, or was it they'd tried to hit on her, whatever it was she didn't like.

Christine was indeed a strong woman, a tall, strong, even powerful female and
had, by the sounds of it a solid tongue too. But there was more, there were a
few rumours too going around. Tommy told Roger that 'apparently' the woman was
in fact a bit of wrestler in real life, or something like that! Roger just
shook his head as if to stay, 'typical!' And although she was new to this gym,
she also hadn't been in the City for that long either, again the rumours said
she was friends of some of 'those women' from Terry's Gym!

Now Terry's Gym was a bit of a longstanding and old fashion kind of gym. On
the outside and suitably it was located in what looked like a couple of
rundown buildings just on the outskirts of the City centre. It was OK as a
gym, basically anyone could join or go into it, but! But there was also a
'special' area. A member's only area that, if the rumours were true, was for
strong women only, with some strange goings on that happened in there. But it
was all rumours! (Reader may wish to read the previous stories about Terry's
Gym - When Rival Meet, Induction Time, Training Session, Gym Visit, When Rival
Clash & Man Down, also appears in The Challenge, Life Begins At 40, Enjoying
Life At 40, Valentine's Day Bal, 40 And Loving It, City Take Over.)

Of course, they were all rumours, or where they? Roger had of course heard
these and for a split second, seeing the tall strong looking woman and
thinking about these rumours it did give him a slight 'worrying' feeling! But
he now just carried on with his workout, he didn't see that Christine for the
rest of that evening, and thought he'd forgotten about her. But somehow every
now and again during that evening the image of the tall, strong woman walking
across the gym just popped into his head. He couldn't quite shake that image
out of his head, all very strange.

It was a few days later when Roger was in another gym out in the west of the
city after he'd being doing some work for different company based out that
way, when he'd seen 'her' again! He'd been in the gym and going through his
own routine when he saw her over on the far side of the large open workout
room. She was using the weights and doing her reps. The loosely fitting shaggy
old blue gym top she was wearing was soaked and he could see by her face, by
what she was doing that she'd been through a good, solid, punishing workout.

But even so, this idea of her being a wrestler, and it all being just a show
for the TV cameras, well he couldn't get that out of his head. So, if it was
just a gimmick and show, 'why was she working out then?' Roger spoke with some
more of the men he knew from this gym and everything seemed to be same that
he'd already been told. No one really knew much about her, she wasn't someone
that was easy to talk to. She worked out in different places, gyms, there was
this rumour about 'wrestling' and there was also something about her and
Terry's gym. But that was as much as anyone knew, or anyone could get out of
her, if she did indeed speak to anyone.

Roger gave his view on wrestlers and how it was all just a put on and a show,
so he wasn't convinced she really knew anything about being in a gym or
working out, she just came in here to show off, that was all. In fact, the
more Roger thought about it the more he went on about how rubbish wrestling
was and no one in that 'sport' was capable of stepping into a boxing ring,
like him!

Roger got a bit of a buzz from the fact he was a 'real' boxer and as for
wrestlers ... ... well they were actors and not very good ones at that! That's
what Roger thought and what he said, and he was saying it a lot now. Maybe
that was because over the next few weeks he saw that woman, Christine, the
wrestler, in another couple of gyms that he also used around the City. Each
time he saw here 'working out', he'd tell anyone, that would listen that she
wasn't for real, it was all a show, nothing more. And the more he saw her the
more she seemed to wind him up in her own way, even if he'd not spoken to her
at any point.

So, it was a few weeks later, and he was back at the gym where he'd first seen
her, and she was there again! She was on the weights and pushing out some
tough reps. But even though there were quite a few eyes on her, Roger wasn't
impressed, he'd still got it into his head that she was a fake. Just like this
wrestling thing she was meant to be doing, it was all phoney and just a show,
nothing more. In fact, the man was still going on about how bogus it all was
with Tommy when suddenly he felt that there was now someone stood behind him.

Somehow, he didn't know how, but somehow Roger he just knew who it was that
was stood there, behind him. Tommy had shut up and was staring straight pass
Roger, who now turned slowly around to face ... ... yes it was her, the
wrestler, Christine! She was the one stood behind him, the one who'd he'd just
been talking about! And by the look on her face, she'd been standing there a
while and heard him say just about 'everything!' How she looked like a
wrestler, how wrestling was all make-believe, a setup, all rehearsed, fake,
like her. How she shouldn't be here in the gym as it was for real people who
did real sports, like him and his boxing!

There were a few other things that he'd said, but right now those were the
main ones that would have annoyed the woman. And then she started on him!
Roger stood there unable to do or say anything, well he was in the wrong, he'd
been talking about her behind her back, and he didn't even know her! He stood
there looking up at the woman, with her kind of OK looks and dark long hair
tied back. There was sweat still rolling down the side of her plainish face as
she now berated him about what it was like to be a woman, a strong woman in a
male oriented gym!

She gave him a good going over, verbally that is, a good dressing down and her
raised voiced had caused a few of those in the nearby areas to stop what they
were doing and look across at what was going on. In fact, there was quite a
few of the gym members and even staff now 'gathered' and where all watching
this. As she carried on with her verbal destruction of the man, she'd take a
step and another closer to him and then move onto her 'next point' she wanted
to discuss with him!

Soon she was stood so close that there were moments, when she took in a deep
breath, that the sweaty old sport top, being pushed outwards by her large
breasts, touched his chest! Roger, of course, noticed this but was trying to
keep eye contact with the annoyed woman, rather than smiling and looking down
as he wanted to. That was the kind of amusing side to all this, but then there
was also the more 'frightening' side! As this big, strong woman was being
quite dominant and forceful, and Roger didn't think she would take kindly to
him looking down and staring at her tits!

But that was the least of his worries just now, that gathered group of gym
members was making this 'scene' quite awkward for him as it didn't seem as if
she was going to shut up any time soon. From what Roger could make out as her
hot breath and sometimes spat out words that seemed to fall all over him, she
never actually said she was a wrester. Or that she was anything to do with the
'sport', but then again, she didn't say what she did either. In fact, she
didn't say anything about herself, just what a low life 'he was' for thinking
so little of her just because she was a woman, or something like that.

But if all this wasn't enough, there was the now very large gathering of gym
members that seemed to appear as this was all going on. In fact, it looked as
if everyone in the gym was now here watching, wondering what was going to
happen next? This had now gone beyond just embarrassing for Roger, he'd tried
once, twice, even three times to butt in and even to apologises, just to shut
her up. But he hadn't been 'allowed' into the one-way 'conversation' she was
having with him. But there was worse to come!

It was at that moment when even those arriving at the gym came straight over
to see what was going on, when she said it. "Think yourself a boxer and that
I'm a wrestler, think your better than me, think everything in the ring is
fake, well why don't you join me in the ring as find out!" Now she stopped
talking and there was silence, total silence, 'had he heard her right?' The
look of confusion on Roger face must have been an indication to the woman that
she needed to explain what she'd just said. Which she did.

"Why don't you join me in the ring and let's find out who's the better one,
the boxer or the wrestler!" He'd heard right, and so had everyone else. This
woman, had challenged the man to join her in the ring for a match. He could
prove he was the better fighter with his gloves and she, at this point, had
kind of smirked, which didn't make Roger feel that comfortable. She'd, well
she'd show him what she could do inside the ring!

Instantly there was mutterings from everyone looking on and these soon became
chatter, even few cheers were then followed by applause and "well done", "a
fight, great", "just what we need around here." In a matter of seconds, it was
all done, arranged and there was going to be a contest, a fight between Roger
and the woman, Christine. The boxer v's the wrestler, the man v's the woman,
and Roger was feeling as if he'd just been railroaded into this all, and all
far too quickly for him to make any sense.

As he was still trying to get his head around all this the strong woman
suddenly just turned and walk off, heading towards the changing rooms. And as
she did so, she told his, gave him instructions as to where this was all to
take place. "Terry's Gym, near to the City centre, door down from the main
entrance leads to the ring room, be there 7 O'clock Friday night." Lastly as
she walked away, "no excuses, if you don't know where the gym is, ask, I'm
sure someone will have heard if it!" And with that, she was already halfway
across the gym heading towards the changing room and a moment later she was
gone.

All of this had gone far too quickly for the man, one-minute Roger was talking
to his friend Tommy and the next he'd been challenges to some kind of a fight,
and with a woman! 'So how the hell had that all happen?'

So that was how it had all happened and now all of a sudden it was Friday
night. It was Frida night and it was almost 7. Roger couldn't back down now
not after all those people, everyone in the gym had witnessed all this and
although she looked a strong woman, she was tall and with good muscular arms,
but she was still just a woman! Even with all that he was used to being in a
boxing ring, he was a fighter, he'd been in real fights inside the ring, surly
he could take on a woman, couldn't he? Maybe some of this positive thinking
was beginning to work as Roger did really think he could beat the muscle woman
in the ring, probably!

He'd found Terry's Gym and parked in the large car parking area in front of
the old buildings. The large warehouse type building on the right side then
the alleyway in-between the smaller longer but still old looking building that
housed Terry's Gym. Just as the woman had said and further down for the main
door to the gym was a second door and would lead into the large room, probably
an old storeroom, that housed the boxing ring. There was a note pinned to the
door that told Roger to push the door open, go in, and get ready. It told him
where his changing room was and said to change, then the meet her in the ring,
when he was ready to 'join her!'

Roger looked back to the large area, the carpark in front of these old
buildings, it was mostly empty apart from a very flash looking red sports car,
and a cool looking black 4x4 park near to that. There were a few other
vehicles scattered around the place and Roger was sure that in at least one of
these cars there would be someone from the gym. Someone there, checking up on
him, making sure he did turn up. It had been that talk of the gym since the
woman had walked away towards the changing room and gone. He'd received a
number of text messages, even from people he only knew from other gyms, so the
word had spread. 'How had he got himself into all this?'

But there was no going back now, he had to go through with it, but she was
just a woman. So, what could she do to him realistically, after all this was
his game, his sport, he was the boxer, the real sportsman!

So, there Roger was in the changing room, all dressed and ready and sat down
looking at his feet and the floor. With all this going around inside his head
of how in such a short time he now found himself here and about to fight a
wrestler, a woman in the ring. He now stood up, took a long deep breath and
slowly made his way to the ring. Out the changing room he went and into the
large open area, this part of the building that held the ring.

The room was dark, totally black around the edges, it was that dark that he
couldn't make out just how large the rooms was, but that was unimportant. What
was important was the area in the centre that was light up. There was a
single, old, light hanging down from the high ceiling, somewhat dim and the
light it did produce just lit up the full-size boxing ring that was there.
Then there was an even dimmer light, again hanging from the ceiling, that made
a dull pathway from the changing room to the ring.

But all of this was secondary to what really got Roger's attention and that
was what or who was stood in the ring, waiting for him to make his appearance.
It was the tall, dark haired, strong woman, Christine. As the man approached,
he got a better look at her and when he moved up the stairs, through the ropes
and into the ring, he realised what it was that looked odd about the woman he
was going to 'fight!'

It was the way she was dressed, not what he'd expected for a woman who was a
wrestler and had challenged him to show who was the better one in the ring,
the one he was now stood in. She certainly wasn't dressed for this 'event' in
her high heeled ankle boots, a pair of torn jeans, tight jeans that hugged her
long, toned legs and her firm round arse. Then up top she was wearing one of
those back and white striped referee shirts. Shorts sleeves, unticked and
pulled up then tied in a knot under her ample tits. With the shirt's buttons
undone and those bulging breasts pointing towards him she looked quite a site!

A very nice site if somewhat scary, quite chilling if he was to be truthful,
but in a sexy kind of a way! But she was dressed as a Ref so all this didn't
make sense, and there was an obvious look on confusion on his face. Which made
her snigger and he walks a short way across the ring and then stopped to carry
on just looking at her. She spoke "so you thought it was going to be me that
that you were going to be up against when I invited you to join me, did you?"
It was hardly an 'invitation' Roger thought, more like putting him in a corner
and giving him no choice, not with all those people stood around watching!

"I'm not the one who's going to be ... ... " she paused as if trying to choose
her words " ... ... the one who you're going to pit yourself against. I'm not
the wrestler who just acts, as you like to say, that you'll be putting your
manly boxing skills against. It's not going to be me that you have to prove
your better than, after all I know how good I am!" Now there was confidence,
but what did she mean by all this? "Tonight, I'm just going to referee all
this, make sure everything is fair." Well that explained the way she was
dressed, "tonight you're going to put yourself up against my trainees ... ...
" With that Christine waved her arm and hand towards the back of the room
where the man had just come from.

Roger turned around to see what the woman was on about and right on cue the
second door that was back there opened. Near to the door he'd come through
from his changing room, and through that second door walked' 'Oh!' Through
that door came not one, but two women, young females, girls.

The light from the open door, which must have led to the female changing room
gave the two girls a dramatic entrance, if it had been done on purpose then it
had worked. Roger was impressed, a bit confused still and unsure as to what
was going on, but he was still impressed by it all, quite a show already. The
two girls made their way to the ring and like him went up the stairs, through
the ropes and where now stood there on the edge. So, it was now, that they
were under the main ceiling light that he could get a better look at both of
them.

The two of them were young, there were still in their teens he thought! Roger
himself was 40 and he reckoned that the wrestling woman Christine must be
about the same age as him, but these ... ... these were just girls! They were
both dressed as if they were ring girls more than anything else. Both in dark
coloured pump shoes, a pair of dark blue with white trim shorts, tight shorts
and a matching crop top. Both girls where similar height, much shorted than
Roger and both had similar bodies, slender, trim but fit looking bodies. They
weren't muscular, like Christine, these girls looked like ring girls, with
bodies for show. They had young, pretty faces, you might say cute and the only
real difference was one girl had long, darkish brown hair with a slight curl
to it and the other girl was a redhead, again long but this time straight and
long.

Roger was still very confused by this, not knowing what was going on, what was
going to happen, and still wondering to himself 'how did I allow myself to
getting into this?' The two girls stood by the ropes and looked into the ring,
there was the woman they both knew, Christine, looking quite gorgeous and
somehow sexy in her Ref's outfit and there was the man stood near to her. He
wasn't as tall as the woman but was taller than both of them, he looked like
an older man, with a face that showed his age and that he was a man of the
world. A face of experience you might say a real man's face. He looked quite
broad and dressed in his boots, light grey joggers, a tight green t-shirt
across his broad chest with the words 'work hard' across it in bright yellow.

All of this was finished off with the pair of black boxing gloves that he had
on and he looked as if he was taking part in a training session at the gym.
But he did, kind of, look the part, so the girls weren't that disappointed
with him.

The girls still just stood there as Roger now half turned back towards
Christine as if to ask 'so what next?' After all, if she was the 'Ref', these
two youngsters must be the 'ring girls', so where was the 'women', he presumed
it would still be a woman, that he was going to 'fight?' Roger once more
looked back towards the girls but this time he was looking past them to the
changing room door as if waiting and expecting for someone else to turn up.
But no one did, there was just the Ref, him and the two ring girls, there was
no one else!

The man turned back towards Christine, there was still a grin on her face as
she spoke again, having to 'explain' things to him. The confusion of the
situation was still evident by the look on the man's face, but he did manage
to hear and take in some of what she said. "It's unfair for me to take you on"
and "thought I'd even things up a bit" followed by "I've been taking these
girls for a couple of training sessions" and ending up with "I'm sure the
girls will find it beneficial and you'll be good practice for them." Even
after she'd gone through it all again, it still didn't make sense to him. It
was going to be these two little ring girls against the him, a real boxer! He
must have heard that wrong!

What Roger hadn't noticed during all this was while the Ref was talking both
girls had reached behind them and pulled out a pair of gloves that had been
hidden in their shorts and out of sight. Now those fingerless, training gloves
where slipped on, an orange pair of the redhead girl and a blue pair for her
friend. Back with the man and it was all slowly sinking in when from somewhere
there was the sound of 'Ding, Ding' as a bell rung out, Christine stepped
backwards, out of the way and the two girls now, with smiles on both their
faces, moved away from the ropes and towards Roger!

Still muddled with all this Roger's head shot back from the two advancing
girls to the wrestler, the Ref, back again to the girls who were now closer
and back one last time to the woman. All the time the expression on his face
was one of wanting someone to 'explain' all this properly to him. But the
problem was that it had been explained, fully! WHACK! SMACK! OOOUUUHHHH!

Whilst he was still looking at the Ref the girls had got closer, ready to
'introduce' themselves! Roger's body shuddered and shock as two hard blows
where driven into him, he didn't see them, as he was still looking over at the
Ref still for some kind of explanation of all this. But for sure he felt the
two blows! One sharp blow driven into his kidney area and a thumbing blow that
slammed into the base and back of his head and neck.

They hurt, the blows sent painful, numbing shockwaves through his body. There
was a pause as the man for a brief moment managed to steady himself, then
Roger staggered as the pain carried on and rushed through his body. The
suddenness of this, and the fact that he'd been caught out made him closed his
eyes and screw his face up as he dealt with the effects of the double strike.
The only problem was that he was now stumbling towards the Ref!

The boxer, the man took a few steps forwards as the blows had made him feel
unsteady, but he had the presence of mind to put his arms and gloves out in
front of him, to protect, steady himself. The problem was those gloved hands
where now almost coming down on the Ref's large chest! But the tall Christine,
wasn't having any of that, SMACK! OOWWWHHHH!

She brought her arm up and around and slammed her forearm straight into the
falling man's face. The suddenness and sharpness of the pounding blow shook
his head, from the inside out and sent him tumbling backwards. It stunned him
so he didn't hear the warning the Ref gave him "Don't touch the Ref. Got it!"
But maybe he'd got the message, sort of, as the moment just before her forearm
connect his eyes had opened. All he saw, took in, was the sight of the annoyed
woman staring down at him as he was falling towards her, then her arms coming
across and striking.

So yes, maybe he did get the message and knew what he'd done wrong! Having
made her point, Roger went stumbling backwards and in-between the two 'ring
girls' that had already made their presence felt. He twisted and turned as he
stumbled back, but somehow managed to stay up on his feet. Finally, stopping
as he fell back against the ropes of the ring. But at least he'd stopped and
now took a second or two to shake his head, get his thoughts together and
then, 'Uh Oh!'

Roger got his thoughts together, which he did quite quickly, almost as if he
was afraid of not to getting his head in order fast! His eyes where wide open
now and they quickly focused on the two girls who were heading back towards
him. Quickly his boxing training and experience kicked in and Roger took up a
stance to face the two girls as they approached. This wasn't what he expected,
but they were only girls, even if they were young, he could easily take these
two. But still they were just girls, so he probably should be gentle with
them!

He shuffled a couple of steps forwards, all Roger had to do as send a few jabs
into each of these girls faces, nothing too hard. But even a slight punch on
the nose and these girls would think twice about all this. He was sure that
would work and then it would all be over! WHACK! WHACK! OOOOHHHH!

But it was the girls who'd struck, again, the dark-haired girl went high
striking him in his chest with her foot as she leaped up into the air and made
her move. The redhead girl went lower down, dropping down and lunching herself
forwards, diving and sending her clenched fist into Rogers gut. The two blows
landed at the same time, twice the pain, the hurt, but in different places,
the girls once more caught the man out. They'd move quickly, too fast for him
to react, even when he'd see them come at him, so, Roger was knocked backwards
and staggering on his feet.

But even so the man's reactions where good and he soon steadied himself, got
his arms up ready and as his head came up, "shit!" The dark-haired girl with
her blue gloves was back down on her feet and now in position. Ready for her
friend the redhead with the orange gloves as she came running and jumped up
into the air. The redhead's arms where stretched outwards, the dark-haired
girl grabbed these and then swung her friend around while she was in mid-air.
Roger's jaw dropped, as it was quite an acrobatic move and before he knew it
the girl with the orange gloves, her body was spinning around in the air and
heading towards, CRASH! OOOWWWHHH!

The redhead came flying through the air, thanks to a little help from her
friend, and came down, crashing with an outstretched leg and followed by a
knee, down into the shocked looking man, the boxer. This time the blow took
Roger off his feet as he was sent plunging back and down to the canvas floor.
He bounced once as he was dropped on his back on the floor, his face again
screwed up in shock and pain at the blow as he lay there. His eyes were tight
shut so he didn't see the two 'ring girls' come rushing to him to follow up on
their last move.

All Roger felt was his arms being grabbed, both arms by a girl each, and then
the rush of being yanked up sharply off the floor and into the air. His upper
body hurt like hell from where the redhead girl had come into and landed onto
him. And now there was a rushing sensation as he was hauled upwards. Roger's
eye opened, all he could see were the two girls, one on either side of him
dragging him to them and then, CRUNCH! WALLOP! UUUHHHHH!

As he came rushing upwards, each girl sent a knee into his body, hurting,
winding and showing the man that these girls meant business. But they still
dragged the now hurt man fully upwards onto his feet and released their hold
on his arms. Immediately the dark-haired girl spun herself around and away
from the man, hooked her leg up and around in the air and, THUD. The sole of
her trainer went driving into the side of Rogers face as it came back around.
The blow sent him twirling around and made Roger bend over, but somehow, she
still managed to stay up on his feet. At least his legs hadn't given up on him
yet, OOOHHHHH!

In that bent over position, shaking his head, blinking rapidly to try and get
his eyes to focus again the redhead girl now took hold of him. Her arm came
around his head, then slipped down around his neck, her hand gripped together
and now she had her 'opponent' in a classic wrestling hold. The man realised
this quite quickly as his gloved hands came up and as he tried to grab onto
the girl, but she wasn't having any of that, WHACK! OOOUUUUHHH! She flicked
her leg back and up, straight into his groin, a well-placed 'tap' to say
'don't you dare touch!'

Roger shuddered, closed his eyes tight shut, gritted his teeth and then, THUD!
The girl dropped down to the canvas floor, still with a tight hold around his
neck, she throws herself forwards and down to the canvas, taking the man with
her and pounding his face hard into the floor, another classic wrestling move.
But this wasn't a fake move, this wasn't 'make believe', this was real and it
hurt like hell!

Roger rolled around on the floor, the pain was all too real for him, there was
no play acting here. Dealing with this new pain, Roger didn't realise that the
redhead girl had released her hold on him. It wasn't until he was almost back
up on his feet that it dawned on him, he was being 'helped' back up again by
the girls. With a girl again holding onto each of his arms, it was when he was
all the way up, back on his feet, that the man was swung. He was flung
forwards with a sharp heave and into one of the ring corners. With a loud thud
and cry of pain as he went flying straight into the corner post, his body
jolted and was once more filled with sharp, painful electric bolts of hurt and
agony.

A second later and the redhead was back onto the boxer, grabbing onto him,
spinning him around and RIIIIPPPPP! Her hands grabbed onto his top and tore it
open, revealing the older man broad, masculine, yet bruised and hurt body,
SMACK! The back of her hand struck his chest making him whimper at being hit
by a 'girl!' Seeing the bright red mark cross his chest the redhead smiled and
moved away, Roger had a second or two to shake his head, then opened his eyes
and, 'Shit!'

All he saw was the dark-haired girl now running across the ring from the
opposite corner post, then she jumped up high into the air, it seemed very
high indeed and, CRUNCH! ARRRRHHHHH! Down the girl with the blue gloves came,
down into his chest with one knee and then a split-second latter her other
knee went driving into his stomach. Along with the sound of the man's cry of
agony there was also the distinctive sound of 'CRACK!' or was it 'SNAP!'
Whatever the sound was it didn't matter what did was the damage to his body
and the pain he now felt in his ribs.

Roger's body shook from the force of the blow and as the girl came off him and
was back down on her feet and the man slowly started to slip downwards.
Sliding down the corner post towards the floor. His face was screwed up and
there was a tear rolling down at least one side of his face. But the
dark-haired girl didn't care, before he could slide down any further, she
leaned in, grabbed Roger around his head and yanked him harshly out of the
corner. At the same time, she twisted her body, turning to the side and with a
surprising show of strength and control, the girl pulled the bigger man up and
tossed him out of the corner and back into the ring.

Roger landed with another painful thud back onto the canvas floor. This was
followed by another thump as the redhead girl dropped down onto his broken
body. More cried of agony from the man, as he shook and shuddered just as the
girl was pinning him to the canvas floor. There was another loud thud as the
Ref now dropped close to the man being pinned by the much smaller girl "1 ...
2 ... " Then just at the last moment the man was 'saved' from the count. As
the redhead pulled his head up off the floor by his hair, almost as if she
wasn't ready yet to finish the contest!

But the redhead carried on and dragged Roger now fully up by his hair and back
onto his feet. The man was shaky and there was a vacant expression across his
face. The girls had done their job here and now it was time to end all this.
The dark-haired was back by the side of the man and together the two girls
grabbed hold of Roger. Then, SMACK! the Ref was back on her feet too, and gave
the man a hard slap across his face to waken him up a bit so he was at least a
bit aware of what was going to happen next to him.

The smack did make him shake his head and try to clear his scrambled brain. He
felt the girl's hands on either side of him then there was this feeling of
going up in the air, he was looking up at the ceiling light, he seemed to
focus and stare at it for what seemed like an age, then the room was spinning
and, WOOOSSSHHH! CRASH! The girls had taken the man they held up off his feet,
up into the air, spinning, summersaulting him around. All the way over he went
as the girl double teamed him, sent him over and slammed the boxer hard down
into the canvas on his back.

The shock of being taken up and over, the force of being dropped on his back
made his body bounce up off the canvas and shake violently, "1 ... ... 2 ...
... 3 ... ... !" Though fuzzy eyes the man could see two young girls, each one
with a foot on his chest, each of the girls in a victory pose as they clamed
their win over him. And then the lights in the room went on and there was an
uproar of cheers and applause, the gathered audience, all from the gyms and
clubs that Roger belonged to now erupted with excitement after being in the
dark and watching the girls beat the man in the ring. This was defiantly one
up to wrestlers over boxers, women, girls over men! That was the moment that
Roger passed out, as the darkness that had been all around the ring now took
over him and he was out for the count.

It was much later when Roger came too out his deep, dark, 'sleep!' The lights
were all on in the large room that housed the ring, the chairs all around the
ring where empty. Everyone had gone home and slowly it all dawned on the man
as he came too what had happened here, 'Oh No, Please No!' All those people he
knew had seen him get beat up by two girls, after everything he'd said about
wrestlers.

The hurt, broken, damaged man started to slowly push himself up and sit up,
then "awake at last, glad you could join me!" Roger turned his head towards
the voice, it hurt but he had to look. There was Christine, the wrestler and
the two girls were also there. The dark-haired girl was sitting up on top of
one of the corner posts, while the redhead was in the other corner, stood
there leaning back against the post.

But there was something different about the woman, Christine, the Ref, she was
no longer dressed as a Ref, instead she was in a pair of red wrestlers' boots,
a pair of tight gold and red shorts and a matching crop top. She looked
strong, powerful, awesome, and quite sexy! "Right then girls we've had the
warm up now let me show you some moves you can practice later!" With that the
wrestler made her way across the ring towards the boxer ... ... !