The Champ 
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
If the Contender wasn't good enough, then surely the Champ would be a better challenge!

A follow on from the story 'The Contender' and inspired by Rosciua

The Champ

Elliot stood outside the old rundown, neglected building, it really did look
as if it either needed a complete over hauled or knocked down. The man shook
his head in some disbelief, that this place was still going and the building
hadn't fallen down around the boxing club that was still run from inside here.
This building, this boxing club were already known to Elliot, he'd once, a
long time ago, come here and trained, but the old man that ran the place, was
strict, which was good, but too old fashioned and set in his ways. There was
no daily, weekly targets set, no strict diet plans, no electronic testing and
measuring of performance and progression, it was all that 'blood, sweat and
tears' the old way of training, but not his way and not for him.

So Elliot had found a more up-to-date, modern 'establishment', not an old gym,
he now had a coach, a dietitian, a performance manager, not an old trainer.
Elliot had targets set, goals to achieve, performance indicators to aim for,
not an old method of training till it hurts then train some more. That old
style training wasn't for him and he knew that, but now thanks to the new way
he was now the champion. He was the one with the title and the belt, he was
the one to be looked up to from now on.

But as every champ knows, there is always someone around the next corner ready
to steel your crown, or belt in this case. And the latest contender to try and
steal his belt was Kingsley, a good boxer but not champion material, well
that's what his performance manager had told Elliot. But this Champ liked to
do his own homework, he liked to find out all he could about his next opponent
and one of the little tricks he'd learnt was to, at some point before the
fight, just drop by unannounced at his challenges gym. He always done this in
a 'hi, how are you' way, and with a 'is there anything I can do to help you
before the fight?'

It was a good PR stunt and unnerved his opponents, he got the idea from some
old film, couldn't remember which one, but it seemed to work so he used it to
its maximum potential. He liked the mind games and how he could not only out
box, but out think his opponent. Elliot was dressed casually, nothing to flash
or over the top, well not really! But what he wore was expensive and showed he
had class, style, well he thought so. But most of all it said he had money,
and this man wasn't going to let his crown, his title, his belt and all his
potential future earnings slip away from him easily.

So it was now the time to start playing the mind games, start the intimidation
of his newest opponent, but in a subtle kind of way. The Champ made his way
towards the door the sign by it was old, dirty and read 'Eddie's Boxing Gym &
Club'. Which is what he expected, and as he remembered it, but something was
different, now 'someone' had scribbled 'Vladimir' over the name of 'Eddie',
strange, maybe there had been some changes in ownership ... ... 'wasn't
Vladimir the name of Kingsley's manager?' But really it wasn't anything of
importance to Elliot, he ignored it, opened the door and made his way up the
rickety old staircase up to the gym on the second floor where Kingsley
trained, here at ... ... 'Vladimir's boxing Gym & Club!' (Reader may wish to
read the previous story - The Contender)

As he reached the top and opened the door for the gym that smell of old
fashionness drifted towards him, the smell of the old wooden panels that lined
the gym, the leather punch bags, the smell of sweat, bandages, and all those
oils, lotions and creams that these type of boxers used. It was a far cry from
the clean, sterile smell he was use too in his performance centre. As he stood
there and took in the sights and smells of he's opponents gym he was reminded
of those old Rocky films where the so called hard work in 'this kind of gym'
always paid off. That made him smile as he 'knew' he was going to win this up
and coming fight, his training, his fitness, his modern way would always out
do this old style of training.

Elliot looked into the large room, the club, the training gym, with the high
ceiling and large long window's, maybe opening one or two would help with the
'aroma' in this place, but the man then noticed a faint whiff of lavender!
Maybe someone was trying to improve on the smell around here? Then there was
the normal ring, at the far end of the room and the training area with all the
different old style leather bags, the weights and mirrors and the benches with
piles of towels all over the place. A typical old fashion gym!

Elliot had to smile to himself, it was then he noticed one of the men there
that he recognised, Robbie, he'd done some sparing with Elliot just last year
and was quite good. But Robbie was one of those that never seemed to get the
right breaks at the right time, 'poor lad!' Even with his back to Elliot, the
Champ could tell who it was, no one had tattoos like that, except Robbie! He
smiled to himself, went up to the boxer sat at the end of one of those benches
and slapped the man on his back "Hi Robbie, how's it going then?"

Elliot was shocked when Robbie nearly jumped out of his skin and looked up in
fright at him. It had only been last year when they last saw each other, but
in that short time Robbie had changed he looked, dreadful! The man seemed
drained, not just that tired look or even ill look, but as if his sole had
been dragged out of him. Elliot looked deep into Robbie's eyes, he knew this
man, he was a fighter, who just went on and on in the ring against any
opponent. But now there was something missing, his eyes were empty, Robbie
looked like a scared man! Which was not the Robbie that Elliot knew, that man
would go in the ring with any man and not be worried. But there was more, the
man's face was bruised and cut, there were old and newer, fresher marks. As if
he'd been beaten, badly, then beaten again soon after, having not been allowed
time to recover and heal properly!

There was also a nervousness about Robbie, who just blubbered some hello, once
he realised who it was who'd slapped his back and was visibly thankful it had
been someone he knew. Elliot couldn't get anything out of Robbie, he just
muttered something about 'not being a good idea to be here' and that he had to
go. Robbie couldn't look Elliot in the face as he now scurried around picking
up all the dirty towels around the place and again muttering on about "got to
get the work done, can't let the place get messy ... ... " Then with an arm
full of towels he rushed over towards the changing room area.

Elliot was stunned by what he'd just seen and the behaviour of Robbie, the way
he looked and acted, that he, a boxer here, was collecting towel, surly there
were some young lads that belonged to a club like this to do all those chores?
All very wired and not what the Champ had expected in a place like this. As
Elliot watched Robbie shuffle off he now started to notice some other things
about this place. The other half a dozen men that where there all turned away
from Elliot when he looked at them. As if hiding, ashamed, embarrassed at
something, and all these men also looked as if they had just fell out the ring
after a particularly bad fight!

Just at this moment there was a cry of delight "Mr Elliot, Mr Champ, my good,
good friend, you come to see me about our fight, yes?" The tall Champ turned
around to see a shortish, slightly overweight middle aged man waddling up to
him, the man worn an out of date suit that was crumpled and need to be either
washed or burnt. He wiped sweat from his face, after climbing the stairs to
the gym and held out his other hand. It took a few seconds for the penny to
drop but finally Elliot recognised the man as Vladimir, Kingsley's manager,
and the man who was responsible for putting the up and coming fight together.

'Vladimir' wasn't that the name that was scribbled over the sign outside?
Elliot shock the man's sweaty hand, wishing now that he'd not been so
obliging, "you come to see my boy train ready for fight, yes?" There was still
that heavy eastern European accent that the man had, Russian or something like
that. "Come, come I show you" Vladimir grabbed hold of Elliot's arm and
dragged him along to the far end of the room "do you own this place now? What
happened to Eddie?"

The short, rotund manager huffed a bit "yes my place now, don't worry about
Eddie, he now ... ... He now all sorted with. You come and speak with my boy
Kingsley and there will be someone else I want you to meet, very special." At
the far end of the room was a set of double doors, all Elliot could remember
from his short time here was that it was some kind of store room or something
like that. Vladimir grabbed onto both the handles, smiled at Elliot and pushed
the doors open.

The room had indeed once been a store room, and over many years and even
before Eddie had taken over the place it had been use to dump and store
everything and anything. No one had emptied the room, up to now and for good
reason there was so much there, but Vladimir liked a challenge and he had a
few eager 'volunteers' to do all the hard work. So the room had been emptied,
cleaned and set up a second training room, but only for a select few people!

The room was quite large, there was a ring in the middle of the room, around
it where the normal bags, weights, mirrors and everything else you would
normally find. As well as at the far end was a set of blue mats laid down on
the floor. It was a mini version of the main training area, 'quite impressive
for such a rundown looking old gym'. This must be where his opponent Kingsley
was doing all his work, out of the way, no distraction, Elliot liked that
attitude, maybe there was more to this Kingsley?

The other boxers all watched as Vladimir and Elliot walked into the room and
closed the doors, they all shook their heads and pitied the man, even if he
was the Champ! As the two men walked inside "so this is where you have
Kingsley train is it?" Vladimir stopped and looked up at the tall man, with a
little bit of a surprised expression on his face "no, this is where my family
come and train." Now it was Elliot's turned to look confused 'did he say
family?' THUD! OOOFFFFF!

Just then a sound filled the room and caught both men's attention, Elliot
could tell it was for the far end of the room, where the mats were and leant
back to see around the ring and what was going on, and what he saw surprised
him!

There on the mats was a man, laid on his back as if he'd just fell over, been
pushed, knocked or even thrown over. Stood by the man, and almost as if she
was standing over him in triumph, was a woman, but a very unusually one, she
didn't look like any woman he'd ever seen in a boxing gym or club, and now he
thought about it Eddie would 'Never allow a woman in 'his' club!' But this
woman was there, she was also different in both her look and the way she was
dressed. Those crocodile skin boots that went up to her knees, with the high
heels and then tight leather trousers, where something to look at to start
with. Then up a bit further was a leopard skin print crop top, just as tight
as her trousers and holding in a quite lovely and large pair of breasts. All
this was finished off with a pair of leopard skin patterned fingerless gloves,
all very tacky and cheap looking, but so sexy at the same time!

Apart from the way she was dressed there was also the woman herself and how
she looked, she' hadn't spoken but something about her appearance just told
Elliott, Russian, or somewhere like that. She was a tall woman, with what
looked like a great body, under all that leather and animal skin pattern. He
reckons she must be late 20's or so, not any older than that, she had short,
very dark hair and an attractive face, from what Elliot could see, a pair of
dark sunglass hid most of her face, apart from the bright red lips.
'Sunglasses indoors!' But even so the man just knew she was good looking.

The Champ wasn't quite sure what was going on here, but soon got a good idea
as this tall dark hair woman reached down to the man on the floor grab a
handful of his hair and pulled him upwards 'OH! Got to hurt!' Elliot was a bit
shocked at this but even more so by what happened next THUD! The woman shot
her fist into the now standing man's gut, driving hard and obviously winding
him at the same time. It was now that the Champ noticed that this man was
dressed in his boxing kit, boots, shorts, gloves and even a mouth guard, all
very weird. But more shocking was the state of his face, he looked as if he'd
gone, god knows, how many round with a much stronger boxer, and lost. There
were bruises and cuts to his face and a vacant, defeated look that the Champ
had seen on all too many of his opponents in the past. This was all very, very
strange!

The hard blow had made the man double over, allowing the woman to step in
closer WHACK! Her hand had come up and slapped the bottom of his jaw, making
the boxer raise his head up, which she grabbed with both hands. She then
turned, twisted and still holding onto his head, and with the man behind her,
his head now resting on her shoulder WOOSSHH! THUD! She braced herself, dipped
and now dragged the well-built man clean over her shoulder, throwing him down
to the floor by his head!

With him down the woman stepped over to him, raised her boot and placed it
across his throat and kept it there. The man was hurt, stunned and down but
still he managed to move, and struggle a bit as she applied a little pressure
to his throat! The woman stood there, foot still on her defeated man and now
noticed that Vladimir and this new man were also there. She removed her
sunglasses to get a good look at Elliot, yes just as he though she was
defiantly an attractive woman. But even though she was attractive that face
was also cold and expressionless and it was a look that even Elliot had to
admit unnerved him just a little!

The Champ now turned to Vladimir as if to confirm what he thought "was this
who you wanted me to meet?" The middle aged manger looked confused for a
moment then "No, no, not her, that just wife, Natasha, someone else you meet."
'His Wife!' Elliot was now really shocked 'how could he and ... ... " Still
watching the woman, she now clicked her fingers and out of the far corners and
as the Champ just only now noticed, two youthful lads appeared and came to the
woman. She placed her arms out and each lad now used the soft white towel they
each had to gentle rub the woman down. Not one of the 'normal' duties of the
trainee lads that come to these types of clubs and gyms!

"Over here Mr Champ" Elliot's attention was now brought back to Vladimir who
had walked back towards the door to greet the person, persons, who had now
entered, just at the right moment! Elliot dragged himself away from watching
the two lads who were down towelling down the woman's body 'Lucky Bastards!'

As he turned around and took a couple of steps the next sight to greet was
also just as surprising as seeing the woman. Now he was looking at a pretty
blond girl, no make that three pretty girls. "This is Katrina my daughter and
also Asha and Gita. Daughter very pleased to see you Mr Champ." Elliot now
looked at the group of three young ladies, the girls, in front of him. To the
left was Asha a tall black girl, with short afro hair, big dark eyes, big lips
and an even bigger smile. On the right was Gita, the girl of average height,
long red hair, a freckly face and a half grin smile. In the middle was the
main girl, Katrina, Vladimir's daughter, which again took quite a bit to
believe seeing as she was indeed pretty and he was so ... ... !

Mind you if Natasha, the stern looking woman was his wife, was she this girl's
Mother? She certainly didn't look old enough after all this girl was ... ... ,
well maybe ... ... possibly ... ... !

Katrina was defiantly the best of the three girl's, not that the other two
weren't lookers, indeed they were, very much so, but Katrina was just pretty!
With her longish blond curly hair, her good looks, sparkly blue eyes, and
subtle pink shaded lips, she was ... ... ! Elliot stopped himself from that
thought, after all she was just a schoolgirl, the uniform that all three worn
gave that away.

They all were dressed the same, black shoes, long knee length white socks, a
short grey skirt which somehow seemed a little too short on all three of the
girls. Plus, a short sleeved white blouse and a smart navy blue tie with what
looked like the school's crest in the middle of it. Elliot strained and
thought he could read 'international school of ... ... ' but that was it. And
best not to stare too much as he might be accused at looking too hard at the
girls well developed chest, which all three had. Also the rest of each girl's
bodies didn't look too bad either, these girls would certainly turn a few
heads and bring on a few naught thoughts or two!

But all that aside Elliot now wonder what else was going to happen, why did
Vladimir want him to meet his daughter, was it just because he was the Champ
and her father, if he was her Father, was a boxing manager. Or was there
something else to all of this? With what Elliot had seen so far here he
doubted anything was that normal, then the introductions where made by
Vladimir "Katrina this is the Champ, Mr Elliot, you like?" strange way to be
introduced the Champ thought. Katrina stepped forward and looked up at the
tall man and studied him "Hmmmm?"

The pretty little girl took in the tall black man Elliot, he was even taller
than the last boxer her father had introduced to her, Kingsley. But he,
Elliot, was the Champ, while Kingsley was just the contender, the next in line
to try and take the title, but it was this man that had that title, had that
belt! Yes, he was taller, but not a broad as Kingsley, which was a little
disappointing for Katrina, but he didn't look too bad around his face, not too
many obvious old marks and wounds to hinder his good looks. But still he was
big, black and a boxer, a Champ, so he would do just nicely for her, she
grinned, Elliot wonder to himself 'what is this girl up to?' THUD! OOWWWHHH!

The Champs question was answered, not fully maybe, but as the girl drove her
clenched fist into the unprepared man's gut, it did give him a 'indication'
that there might be something else going on here!

Apart from the fact that he's just been hit by a schoolgirl the other
noticeable thing was how strong this pretty little thing was. OK, she'd caught
him off guard, there had been no 'seconds out DING! DING!' He was now bent
over, slightly, after her strike, not completely doubling him over, 'thank
God!' but still that was a mighty fine punch she packed there. He quickly
caught his breath, and went to straighten himself up, as he did so 'was this
some kind of accident, surly she didn't really mean to ... ... ' WHACK!

'No, she'd meant it alright', just as she'd meant the first punch, she now
meant the second punch that had also caught him unprepared. A punch that was
driven hard into the side of the doubled over man's temple. For a 'girl' it
was a shocking punch, and sent the Champ's head spinning with a sharp,
stinging pain that ricocheted around inside his head. But this was not the
first time he'd been hit hard, and even though he was taken by surprise he was
far from done for.

Elliot raised himself upright, stood tall and saw the next fist drive straight
towards him, 'girl or no girl he wasn't standing for this'. His hand came up
and he grabbed hold of the fist that was coming his way, he caught Katrina's
fist and stopped it. But even so he was surprised at how strong the little
girl was, as her fist pushed against his hand. Just as he grabbed her fist
then there was another sudden attack on him, this time from the other two
girls.

Asha and Gita had now joined it, the tall black girl had grabbed hold of the
man's arm that had stopped the punch, whist the redhead schoolgirl grabbed
Elliot's other arm. The Champ wasn't having any of this and shock his arms
violently to shake off the two girls. It worked each girl staggered backwards
after being flung so easily off of him, but he'd let go of the fist and now
that left Katrina free to, WHACK! OOOHHHH!

The distraction of the other two girls had allowed Katrina to take charge once
again, her foot shot forward straight into the man's groin, a sharp pain now
took hold, it was a good, solid kick, the kind that can really take its toll
on a man. For Elliot it hurt, he leant forward to take the pain and try and
recover as quick as he could, but the girl's now had their opportunity to all
dive in and take the man down WHACK! THUD! SMACK! OOOWWWHHH!

All three had jumped in and struck out at the man, from the side Asha's fists
came raining down on his arms, shoulders and head, whilst Gita's attacked on
the other side pounding his side, and driving fists and knees into his back as
well as the back of his head. That just left Katrina the pretty blond, she
again used her fists and knees, thundering them into any part of the man she
could, and hitting him hard. The girl's pummelled him from all sides, Elliot
couldn't believe or understand why this was happening, he tried to use his
arms to push out and hopefully knock the girls away. But each time he moved an
arm it gave another girl an opening and allowing them to drive their fists
into him.

He was getting angry now and soon decide 'No More!' In a rage he shot up and
pushed both the black girl and the redhead forcefully away from him, the two
girls staggered backwards as Elliot pushed himself up right. But he'd forgot
one thing CRACK! UUUHHHH! Katrina was still in front of him and waiting for
her chance, she knew his stupid macho male pride would come into play and he
would try something like this, and she was ready. The man hadn't seen it by
the girl's shoe had come spinning around and slammed so hard into the side of
his head as he pushed himself upright. The blow knocked Elliot for six, making
him stumble and stagger to the side, his head clouded over in a haze of pain.

This allowed Asha and Gita, who were now a 'bit upset' at being so rudely
pushed away, to get back into the fight and take their revenge THUD! CRACK!
SMACK! OOOOWWWW! With Katrina joining in as well the girl's now all lashed out
and hammered into the Champ, slowly but surely driving him down onto his knees
then to the floor as all three of them relentlessly beat him further down.

It may have been three against one, but it was only three 'girl's!' But never
the less the Champ was beat down to the ground and hurt, he couldn't think
straight as a hazy feeling took over and everything seemed to go in slow
motion, followed by moments, seconds, of blackness and nothing. It was all too
unreal for the man, nothing like this had ever happened to him, did they knock
him out, did he pass out? He didn't know.

The next thing he could really remembered properly was looking up into the
ring and wondering 'what's going on?' He didn't know what was happening and
tried to move but "Stay!" The words where commanding and sharp. His head
turned to see the black girl, Asha, looking down at him, with a hard grin on
her face. It was now that the Champ realised just what was happing to him.
Elliot had been stripped down to just his boxer shorts, quite appropriately,
and was on his knees. He was knelt down and being restrained at the same time,
Asha had hold of one his arms and on the other side Gita had her firm grasp of
the other.

He tried to struggle but WHACK! THUD! Both girls sent a knee in, one into his
front the other into his back, to control the man and keep him there, it hurt
him and he now realised just how painful the rest of his body was feeling.
What the hell had happened to him?

But all the time he wondered why he was outside and looking at the ring, there
was no one in there and it all seemed a bit wired. It was then that the woman,
Natasha, Katrina 'Mother' walked past, inbetween him and the ring. Still
dressed in her leather and leapard skin she stopped removed her sunglasses and
looked down at the man being held down by the girls. She just shock her head
in a obvious disapionted way, replaced her galsses "come boy's, time to hit
the shower" and walked off.

She was followed by the two young lads that the Champ had seen towel her down
earlier. Both these had a very eager look on their faces as they knew that
'hit the shower' meant joining her in it! Where they would lather her up, soap
her body, run their hands all over her wet flesh, cover her in suds and clean
her strong, firm, toned body. Then once clean she would then get down and be
dirty with both of them there in the shower!

This was all part of the gym lads staminar and endurance training, a new
workout that the eastern European woman had insisted that all the youthful
lads went through. Once she had completed her workout with one of the gym's
boxers it was time to hit the showers and take at least two lads with her.
This would be her second vigerious workout and something that all the young
lads in this gym now looked forward too more than anything! Natasha knew these
two would given her all they had and worship her dripping wet body in all that
hot steamy water and soapy lather. But she also knew that once she'd worn them
out there would be another couple of lads ready and vey willing to dive into
the shower and take up their own challenge with her!

With Natasha and her boy's now walking out of this private training room for
the showers there was a noise that brought everyone's attention back to the
ring. Elliot had been wrong the ring wasn't empty, there was another noise, a
grunt and the sound of a quick succession of blows being driven hard into
someone. That 'someone' now came staggering across the ring and into view for
the held Elliot to see for himself. A large black man staggered backwards and
into the near right hand side corner, he went sprawling across the ropes, and
then there was the heavy breathing sound of a man who was exhausted at being
beaten in the ring.

Elliot could see there was blood running down the man's face from a large cut
above his eyes and this man looked in a bad way. Then his opponent came into
view, Elliot shouldn't have been surprised, but he was, as Katrina came into
view as well. The man was in his boxing gear, boots, short and gloves, just
like the man he'd seen before being 'dealt with' by Natasha! Katrina had also
'dressed' for this 'event', she was in a pair of yellow boxer's boots, a short
yellow shirt and a yellow bra, she looked quiet stunning, both pretty and
sexy. She must have a liking for yellow, as she was also sporting a pair of
yellow boxing gloves.

The girl stepped closer to the man hanging in the corner, her gloves down by
her side in a relaxed and non-threating stance, the woman, girl, stepped short
of the man held out one of arms and used that bright yellow glove to 'beckon'
him to her. Somehow, and Elliot didn't know why he did this, the boxer pushed
his obvious worn, hurt and tired body out of the corner and, with heavy feet
took slow steps closer to her, his gloves up 'ready!' WHACK! But the girl,
Katrina, was also ready, as her glove flying around and slamming into the man
now proved, THUD! Her other arm went forward and up into his gut, the blow
made the man jump upwards, 'must have been a hard hit!' CRACK! Another blow
came driving into the side of his head, followed by more and more sharp,
strong, destructive blows for the girl.

It was a one-sided fight, and the tall black man was on the receiving end of a
lesson on boxing from the smaller white girl! She flew in more jabs and
punches, the man wobbled and legs were starting to show signs of unsteadiness,
when CRACK! A very strong, sharp blow, the girls glove had come around and
smashed him hard in the face, sending the man flying. He tumbled backwards and
into that corner again, an even more hurt, bruised and broken man than before
and Katrina now casually moved in on the now trapped man. With no strength
left and nowhere to go he was at her mercy.

He'd been sent back into that corner by her hard battering of him, and now as
she came in close to him WHACK! So quickly, Elliot almost missed it, her left
arms came winging round and pounded her glove into the side of the already
battered man. This head went flying round, his gum shield few out followed by
blood, drool and what looked quite possibly like a tooth. But it was now that
Elliot got his first good look at the poor boxer's face, 'Oh God!' It was
Kingsley, the contender, the man he'd come here to play mind games with. A man
he knew was a good fighter, and who was now in that ring being beaten by a
girl! SMACK!

Katrina carried on as she let loose with her right arm and let that glove fly
into Kingsley's face again, hammering him once more and making more blood and
saliva fly everywhere CRUNCH! She hammered into him again, this time her left
glove came back into play and drove hard into his already broken body,
pounding him and driving what breath he still had out him SMACK! Then a right,
that flew around and caught Kinsley around the back of his head as his whole
body had fell forward WALLOP! She pounded that gut again at close range,
making his gasp for any air he could find.

Elliot watched in horror as the girl carried on throwing in her gloves into
Kingsley, the Champ tried to get up to help, but the firm hold the other two
girls had on him soon put a stop to that. Elliot was forced to kneel and watch
as Katrina carried on with her destruction of the contender for the title and
the belt. She grabbed hold of the doubled over man, her gloves held onto his
head as she now brought her knee up again and again into to his already broken
body. It might not have been 'boxing' but it was destroying the man, so who
cared?

Elliot could now clearly see the red makes on her yellow gloves, the smeared
blood from Kingsley battered body and face. Katrina now pushed the man hard
back into the corner, she throws her leg around and held it up, high in the
air, then jabbed her boot up and under the bottom of his jaw and pushed his
head up and back. She reached out grabbed onto the rope to use for extra
leverage and so add to the pressure she applied to this deadly and
uncomfortable position. Her boot carried on pushing him up and up, the man was
forced up onto tip toes and she pushed further.

A drop of blood for Kingsley's bad cut landed on her boot as it pushed up and
for some reason this was all the Elliot could focus on. That droplet of blood
as it now started to run down her boot towards her legs, but still Katrina
kept on pushing. There were groans and some loud creaking sounds, until
finally she pulled her leg away and the man dropped down and back onto the
ropes. Kingsley was so relieved that ... ... WHACK! A glove came swinging
around and pounded him, followed by a session of short sharp jabs, as if she
was now just using him to practice on!

She carried on hitting, pounding, jabbing and hammering him with her gloves,
until it was 'time', for her one last might move. Driving her glove at him,
she ducked down, brought her yellow, blood covered glove up and straight into
the bottom of Kingsley jaw CRACK! The sound filled the room as the glove
struck, this was followed by a crunching sound and a short but defiant cry of
agony from the man. Elliot was sure he saw Kingsley go completely up and off
his feet, he was driven back, he landed, flopped back, over the ropes, knocked
out totally by Katrina!

Elliot was shocked, how could she do that to him, deep down even he knew a
fight against Kingsley would be a rough, long one, where even he wasn't truly
sure who would win, so how could she, A girl?

Katrina stood there pleased with herself and what she'd just done, at the same
time Asha and Gita manhandled Elliot over towards the steps that went up to
the ring. The man struggled but a couple of good blows from each girl soon
made he more cooperative and they got him up those stairs, through the ropes
and into the ring THUD! The girls throw him down to the canvas and a smiling
Katrina strolled up to him, it was now that the man, the Champ, felt fear, and
he didn't like it one bit.

He was on all fours on the canvas and afraid of a girl! The shame was too
much, Elliot looked down at the canvas and cursed his idea about coming here
today and everything that had happen from then on. He even welled up a bit,
and then he felt a drop of something fall onto his outstretched hand, it
wasn't a tear? His eyes moved over to his hand and there was a red dot of
water there, 'no that wasn't water it was blood!' His head moved upwards, he
saw the yellow boots, then the female legs, the yellow skirt, then the yellow
gloves covered in blood. He stared at these, and watched another drop of blood
fall from the glove down onto the canvas!

"So you are the Champ then, well as you see I have learnt a lot from your
challenger, the man you were going to fight, but today things have changed ...
... " Elliot didn't like this one bit " ... ... Today you fight someone else
for your title ... Me!" Elliot looked up at Katrina and that smile on her
pretty face. Asha and Gita stepped in grabbed the man and brought him back up
onto his feet then took their position outside the ring, so they could watch!

"Here catch!" Gita throws a pair of gloves over to Elliot, he caught them,
looked down at the red gloves, and all he could think about was blood! Then he
looked up at Katrina, she grinned "I have always wanted one of those Champion
belts, the kind you have ... ... Mr Champ ... ... But Daddy say I have to
earnt it. I have to work for it, well I think you can see I have done my work
... ... " Elliot eyes moved over to where Kingsley had now slid down on to the
canvas, still in the far corner, still out cold. "Now it is time for me to win
my own belt and I want your belt, so whoever wins here will be the new Champ,
Right!"

Out in the main training area, Vladimir was sat in a corner at an old desk
he'd found in the old storeroom, his makeshift office area. He was writing out
a schedule for the club's members and the training they would be providing for
his family!

In the shower room Natasha was all hot and soapy with her boy's, one had
passed out already, but had delivered all the goods and done very well, the
other lad was almost there. She could feel his body shake and quiver as he was
about to give her everything he could muster. But these lads had set her going
and soon a supply of two new lads would be required to carry on with the
lathering up of her and the satisfying she required!

In the boxing ring a nervous and very worried Elliot pulled on the gloves and
felt his whole body shake, was it cold or was it fear? He looked into the
pretty girl's face, it was fear as she stepped forwards and ... ... WHACK!