The Contender 
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
He might be the obvious challenger, but just maybe there's someone else out there even better!


The Contender

The door to the changing room opened and out walked the main man, the man that
everyone here looked up to, respected, feared but also liked. Kingsley was a
tall black man, a man who was big, tough and strong. He was a boxer, a fighter
and most of all he was now on his way up, he was now standing out and making
his mark in this game and people were taking notice of him. So much so that he
was now the main contender, he was going to be given a shot at the title and
he was going to win!

Such was the man's confidence, such was his drive and motivation, after all
he'd put in all the work over the years. The training, the fights, the blood,
sweat and tears, the working out, the learning, the hour after hour here in
the gym. His record spoke for itself, 25 fights, 25 wins, 22 by KO, he knew he
was ready, that he deserved his shot at the title and that he would be the one
with that belt around him. But like everything in this business it was all
about the money, the contract, all about what the current holder wanted and
all those 'conditions' that had to be sorted out.

Kingsley had no time for all that, that was all done by his manager, after all
his manger took enough of a cut of his winnings, so he could sort all that
out, all Kingsley wanted to do was to fight! As he came out of the changing
room one of the young lads that 'worked' there almost bumped into him as he
rushed around collecting towels, sorting out kit, setting out equipment and
basically doing everything. The lad was embarrassed at nearly knocking into
the gym's 'main man' and quickly apologised as he danced around Kingsley with
his arms full of towels.

The man smiled to himself as he remembered how he was when he was the young
lad 'working' here at the gym. Well it wasn't so much as paid work more like
slave labour. None of the lads ever got paid here at Eddie's gym, but they did
everything, the young lads where the first one's here when the placed opened,
sorting out every little thing possible, making sure all the boxers and those
training had all they needed. Then the lads tidied everything up, washed
everything and locked up at the end of the day, and still didn't get paid!

But what these lads did get was lesson's, they were taught how to box, how to
train, how to think and they got to watch all the boxers there. These lads got
to look and learn, see what a real boxer did, how they trained, what they did
and how they fought. It was learning while you worked, it was how Kingsley
learnt, how he got to understand and know boxing. It had been invaluable
experience, especially at a young age and he would always be grateful to Eddie
for taking him on as one of his 'workers!'

Eddie's gym was in old east side of the town, a bit of a rundown area, past
its glory days of when the men all worked in the mills, factories and
warehouses and the woman where all working just around the corner in the
textile and clothing workshops. The gym had been there even back in those
days, it gave the factory workers somewhere to 'let off steam' and have some
fun! Then when Eddie had come along it had got a bit more strict, more
technical, more professional. It was no longer a workman's gym, it was a
boxer's gym, and over the many years that Eddie had been running it, the gym
had produced a number of good fighters. Their photos and fight posters were
all over the walls of the place, but the best of all, that had to be Kingsley,
he would be the one that would win a major belt!

As the tall black man moved further into the gym that familiar smell hit him,
the old wood that run around all the walls, the smell of worn leather, the
metallic smell from the equipment, the 'aroma' of sweat and that unmistakable
odour of Eddie's cigars. One day 'someone' would tell Eddie that he wasn't
allowed to smoke indoors now days, but it wouldn't be Kingsley, as even for an
old man Eddie still had a vicious tongue on him, and no one upset Eddie!

The old man with the leathery face saw his prize boy move into the training
area and smiled, he went over and the two of them spoke. Eddie told the
fighter that his manger had called ahead and said he would be around today,
both of them hoped it would be good news about the title fight. But for now
Eddie was on his way out for a few hours, he had to go and shout at someone
from the council who had told him he was breaking fire regulations and health
& safety rules 'whatever they were?'

As the old man went off to do battle with the council Kingsley felt sorry for
the person that would get the full force of Eddie's anger, and so the fighter
moved into the training area to start his warm up WHACK! The punch bag got a
hard hit, Kingsley really hoped his manger was going to bring him some good
news!

An hour or so later and Kingsley's manager opened the shabbily old door that
lead into 'Eddie's Boxing Gym & Club' the simple, faded, sign was the only
indication that indeed there was anything in this old neglected building. The
door lead into a small hallway with just a set of stairs, they were, like the
rest of the place old, dated, uncared for and worn, and as he walked up there
was that ever present creaking sound. Vladimir, Kingsley's manager, always
though that one day he would fall through these stairs. Eventually he got to
the top of them and onto the first floor where Eddie's gym was, he opened the
door and went inside to see his beloved boxer Kingsley.

Vladimir was a shortish man, middle aged, at best, a little or so overweight
and in need of a good makeover and some more up-to-date clothes. He was
originally form one of those eastern European countries, but Kingsley wasn't
sure which one, Russian, Ukraine, Georgia, something like that, Vladimir never
really spoke about it. He had been Kingsley's manager for almost a year now,
after his last manger, Nigel, had to give it all up on health grounds. Nigel
had passed Kingsley onto Vladimir and although at first the boxer had been a
bit sceptical this 'Russian' had done alright. He's got Kingsley some good
fights, got him noticed even more and had done a lot of work behind the scenes
to get him to the number one contenders spot.

Vladimir looked around the gym and the half dozen or so men that where there
working out, then he saw his man, and where else wound he be but in the ring.
Of course there was a full size ring here, next to the training area, in which
Kingsley had spent so many hours practising his skills. The man in his normal
'waddling' way, made his way over to the ring, where Kingsley was doing a bit
of skipping practice and getting his feet moving. The boxing saw his manager,
smiled, stopped and went over to the ropes.

There were the normal greetings, then Kingsley went straight in with the 'any
news about the title match?' Vladimir was expecting a call later that day, to
arrange a meeting for tomorrow, to schedule a pre-fight agreement document to
be drawn up! So yes it was all going well, Kingsley was so happy, he could
almost feel that belt around his waist even now!

"But first I have someone who wishes to be meeting you, if you don't have
worries about this?' Kingsley always enjoyed how Vladimir tried his best to
speak as properly as he could, but never quite managed it. But even so the
boxernwasn't really in a mood to meet or speak to anyone, he was too focused
on ... ...

Just then a woman walked in through the door that went out to the stairs, a
woman here! Kingsley had never seen a woman in here, not even a cleaner, they
weren't allowed, certainly Eddie would never let a female into his gym. The
closest it had ever got was a few years ago when someone had asked about woman
boxers here in the club. As he had said this the place had gone quiet. Eddie
had strolled up to the foolish individual who had uttered the words and said
"women boxers ... ... Huh ridiculous!" Then grabbed the man and thrown him
down the stairs and out, never to be seen again!

But now there was a woman here, stood there and 'WOW!' She was tall, much
taller than Vladimir, she looked quite attractive, from what Kingsley could
see, with her short black hair and the pair of large dark glasses that
obscured most her face. The other noticeable things were her bright red lips
and the lack of any expression on her face as she looked around. She was also
noticeable due to the way she dressed, black ankle boots, black leather
trousers, that hugged her long shapely legs, then further up a garish, but on
her quite nice, leopard skin pattern long sleeve blouse. She also had a black
scarf tied around her neck, but that was suitably pushed over to the side to
allow a good view of the number of buttons undone and her ample cleavage of
display.

Yes, old Eddie would be spitting feather about now, if he was here, but for
the regulars here this was an unheard of sight, a woman, even if she was a
looker and dressed like a ... ... But there was still a woman here!

Kingsley stopped staring and leaned further over the ropes down to where his
manger stood "Vladimir is this who you want me to meet?" followed by "why did
you bring a woman here!" The man wiped his face was his hankie, a regular
habit of his "this not woman, this wife!" This shocked the fighter, 'this
woman was 'his' wife!' She must have been late twenty, early thirties at the
most, she was quite sexy and married to Vladimir? At this point the woman
looked down at the old leather bench behind her, Vladimir saw this rushed over
and wiped an area for his 'wife' to sit down, the went back over to the ring
and the fighter.

"You want me to meet your wife?" Kingsley was trying to make sense of all
this, but Vladimir looked puzzle then, he rushed up the stairs by the ring so
he was now on the outside of the ring talking to his man. "No! No! Not wife
Natasha. You meet Katrina, Vladimir's daughter." The manager moved his arms
outwards as he 'presented' another woman to the fighter, now stood down by the
ring was a second woman, a younger woman, Vladimir's daughter!

One woman in Eddie's gym was unheard of and bad enough, but now two 'Oh God!'
Stood there looking up at the ring and at the two men, the one inside,
Kingsley and the one outside, Vladimir, was the young Katrina. She was pretty
little thing, not as tall as her 'Mother' if indeed the leopard skin woman was
her Mother, but about the same height as Vladimir. She had longish blond curly
hair, good looking with sparkly blue eyes and subtle pink shaded lips, she was
wearing a pair of black shoes, long knee length white socks a short grey skirt
and a short sleeved white blouse. She also had on a smart navy blue tie with
some kind of crest on it, almost as if this was a school uniform of some 'well
to do' establishment.

The girl, Katrina now moved over to the ring, she came up the stairs, Vladimir
quickly moved so that as the girl came up, he held the ropes apart allowing
her easier access into the ring. Kingsley started to protest by before he
could make himself understood the girl was stood inside the ring, followed by
Vladimir as he clambered through the ropes. The fighter closed his eye is
despair, a woman inside the club, even two was bad enough, a woman inside the
ring! That was sacrilege, 'Eddie is going to kill me!'

As the fighter, Kingsley, stood there with his manager, Vladimir and his
daughter, Katrina, in front of him the other men in the gym started to gather
in the training area to watch. There was that moment where Kingsley just
wondered how bad this could all get, the men outside the ring stared in
disbelieve, the woman in leopard skin and leather watched the gathered men and
the young girl, Katrina, looked Kingsley up and down.

As the girl examined the fighter, yes he was tall, dark and even a little bit
handsome and OK he looked strong and fit, but that was all! The fighter, the
boxer, was dressed in his red boots, white training shorts and that old shabby
green sweat top where the arms had been cut short, but she thought there was
something missing! There was a bank expression on her face to start with that
changed into one of disinterest even disappointment. Then ignoring the man
that stood there she turned to her Father "you said you would get me a man!"
Her English was good but there was also that, quite attractive, heavy eastern
European accent that Kingsley kind of liked on her. But he might have liked
her look and her accent but he certainly didn't appreciate her words or tone
of voice!

Kingsley had now had enough it was time to sort this all out, get the women
out of here and make sure his manger knew 'no women allowed!' Even if it was
his manager and his family, if indeed this was his 'family' even though no one
looked similar at all, this had to be sorted out. "Right Vladimir you and your
... ... " Again ignoring the fighter Katrina turned to her 'Father' "Very
disappointed but I'll try him out and see." With that the smaller blond girl
turned back to the tall black man, she looked up and held his stare at the
same time undoing her tie.

Outside the ring and the leopard skin woman, Natasha, had moved, unseen, to
behind the gathered men "Boy's!" The group all turned around at the sound of
the woman's, sultry, sexy voice. She removed her glasses and the men could now
defiantly see she was very attractive. Just then two of the working lads came
out of the changing room with new towels and got a great view of the woman's
leather covered arse!

Inside the ring and Kingsley was wondering what the hell was going on as the
girl undone her tie and pulled it down and off her with one hand, allowing her
other hand to move up onto the top of her blouse and start to undone the top
button. The tall man suddenly started to get a frightful feeling as his eye
quickly moved over to Vladimir who ... ... Who wasn't there! While the girl
had removed her tie and was now ... ... He, the Father, was now outside the
ring, the other side of the ropes. 'What the Hell!'

Kingsley's eyes quickly flicked back to Katrina who now had the top few
buttons of her blouse undone and 'Oh there was a lovely sight of cleavage and
what a great ... ... ' THUD! OOOWWWHHH!

All of this had been very sudden, very strange and now very painful, Kingsley
hadn't seen what happened, but had guessed, for what every reason, the girl
had hit him in a tender place! In fact, it had been Katrina's knee that had
come up, whilst holding his stare and then seeing his eyes look down on to her
chest. Whilst he'd looked down at those mounds of female flesh and the black
bra that he could just make out around the edge, she'd made her move. Katrina
had gone forwards and thrown her knee up into Kingsley's crotch, slamming hard
into the man and teaching him a lesson about 'where and when to look!'

It had been a sudden and painful blow, of course the man was used to being hit
and hit hard in the ring, but not quite 'there!' The knock had made him wobble
a bit, made him shudder and knowing that there were other club members around
watching, made him angry and embarrassed. But the other men hadn't noticed
this, they had been too busy staring at their own 'woman'. The attractive
Natasha had caught all of the men's attention, she stepped closer to them and
with her dark glasses in her hand she smiled, now she looked even more
attractive.

Her hand moved and she chucked her glasses towards the largest of these men
who was in the middle of the group, instinctively he reached out and caught
them, then WHACK! OOOHHHHH! CRUCNCH UUUUHHHHH! As he caught the glasses the
leopard skin woman's boot shot out, driving into the man with her glasses,
catching him just right, in his knee with her foot, this made him wobble and
stagger forward. Then Natasha kicked out again, this time ploughing her boot
straight into the man's groin and dropping him down onto his already painful
knee!

Back in the ring and Kingsley was still smarting for the harsh blow he'd
received, tensing himself up then straighten himself upright ready to SMACK!
There was a flash of white as he came upright and a pounding, painful felling
to the side of his face as the girl had brought her fist around hard and into
the side of his head as he'd came up. Being hit by another boxer wearing a
gloves was one thing, and even with his successful fight record he was kind of
use to that. But to be hit by a bare, female, fist was something else, he
never been hit by a woman, girl, before, this was something new, 'where they
all this strong?'

He shook his head; it had hurt, a bit, but mainly it was the shock of all this
THUD! THUD! THUD! Suddenly there was another surprise for him as Katrina now
went for his gut slamming her fist into the man, softening him up! Her punched
where all good solid blows, they had hurt but again not a great deal, it was
just how quick she was and how stunning her 'attack' on him had been that made
him take a couple of steps backwards to give himself some distance and then
time to think this through before ... ... CRACK!

He'd managed to take just one of those steps back when the girl had come in
with a very firm and good uppercut, her fist landed right on the bottom edge
of his jaw. There was a lot of force put behind that strike, especially from
such a 'little' girl, enough of a strike to send Kingsley's head flying
backwards and send him staggering rearward. As he staggered and was about to
tumble Katrine throw herself into a spin, her foot came shooting around and
the little girl had timed it just right to send her shoe into the falling
man's chest and take him fully off his feet.

Kingsley was sent flying and down to the canvas floor of the ring, something
that just 'didn't happen to him', until now! Outside the ring and the other
female, the 'Mother' was also having similar success with her 'men', one was
on the floor nursing his aching groin and very painful knee. Another was
rolling around with a hurt gut brought on by a very harsh and hard ankle
length boot and a third man was desperately trying to deal with the blood
pouring from his broken and throbbing nose. Now Natasha turned to the reaming
stunned looking 'boxer's' and smiled SMACK! WHACK!

Kingsley had no idea what was going on outside the ring all he was worried
about was Katrina. As he lay there he realised his body was now starting to
hurt 'what was this girl up to why was she ... ... ' Before he could think
anymore there was a sudden flash and the man's eye widened with a sense of
foreboding! The sudden movement of the schoolgirl had caught his attention,
from where he was on the floor he could see her some way away, but ... ...
That all changed in an instant, the girl suddenly ran at him, the throw
herself into a somersault, flipping herself over in front of his eyes, she
spun thrown the air, the man's jaw drop as she came heading his way and
downwards then WALLOP! OOOHHHH!

She flipped herself over from a running motion and came falling down right
onto the man, still on the floor. His body provided her with a 'soft' landing
as she, her body, came thundering down, falling, dropping, pounding into him.
As she came down on him his body jolted, it hurt like hell, yes she might not
be the biggest person, she obviously wasn't fat and heavy, but still, even her
body slamming into him was a shock and very, very painful. Then as she came
down onto him WHACK! Her elbow also came down, hard, straight into his face
and second hurtful blow, now she had really started to softened him up.

Kingsley couldn't remember feeling this hurt since, well he didn't know when
he'd felt like this, but the worst thing, he was sure 'she wasn't finished!'
Katrine rolled off the boxer and onto her knees and next to the hurt man
WHACK! OOOWWW! SMACK! UUUUHHHH! Her right fist shot down into the man's groin,
'that hurt', her left fist came down, smashing into the boxer's nose, again
more pain.

Outside in the training area and two more boxers where down was out cold, one
his face bloody and bruised from the repeated hard hits that had been
successfully been sent his way and landed on him. The other man was in state
of semi-consciousness after receiving a number of different fists and kicks to
the whole of his body.

Katrina was back on her feet reaching down to grab onto Kingsley's head as her
began to drag him back up onto his feet. But the tall black man still had it
in him the resist, SMACK! OOOUUHHH! And she certainly had it in her to make
him think twice, as her knee came up and went straight into his throat causing
the man to shudder and gasp. She bent down and spoke to him, with that
attractive accent of hers, "if you do not cooperate then I will just hurt you
even more, your choice!" CRUNCH! AAARRRHHH! The girls shoe came down, stamping
into his groin, hurting him and making her point!

The schoolgirl, Katrina, carried on dragging the black boxer, Kingsley, up
onto his feet, as he stood there hurt and 'slightly' humiliated he wondered
'what next' WOOSSHH! THUD! The girl grabbed him by his shabby top, pulled him
to her, turned and throw the man down to the canvas, followed by WHACK! Her
shoe straight into his face. "Don't worry Mr boxer I have more I want to try
on you!"

For what seemed like an age the girl went about beating the man in the ring,
she stood there and punched the man, she jumped and kicked the man, she
grabbed and throw the man and somehow the much larger, stronger, taller man
was no match for her. He was helpless against her, at her mercy and she showed
none to him, with each punch, kick and throw she humiliated him some more, she
took control of him and showed him just what a girl like her could do to a man
like him!

Until finally she dragged him onto his knees for the last time and WHACK! He
didn't see how she did it, if it was her fist or if it was a kick, all he saw
was the darkness come in and wash over him, then there was nothing. Kingsley
dropped to the floor and was out for the count! As he fell to the canvas
Kingsley was now beat and disgraced, for the first time in the ring he'd been
defeated, his record now read 26 fights, 25 win, 22 KO, 1 defeat by KO. The
tall black man had had his unlimited humiliation, defeated and Knocked Out by
a smaller, pretty white schoolgirl!

Sometime later and the man came too, the first thing he noticed, apart from
his aching body was the silence, there was nothing. He took his time and got
to his feet, then staggered over to the edge of the ring, where he tenderly
got himself out and down to the floor 'OUCH!' He staggered over to the large
window to rest and as he did so he looked out, he could see Vladimir down
there at street level, his arm around Eddie as if the pair of them where in a
jolly conversation. There were heading away from the gym and Kingsley wondered
and was worried about what they were talking about?

As he turned back towards the inside of the gym it was now that Kingsley
noticed the unconscious bodies of the other gym members scattered around the
place, 'What had happened?' But really he didn't need an answer to that, he
already knew exactly, the 'Mother' must just be like her 'Daughter'!

Kingsley hobbled and dragged himself along and through the training area
towards and then into the changing room, again there were battered and beat
men lying around. Knocked out, defeated, hurt and beaten, all by a woman. But
then a sound caught his attention, he looked down towards the far end and
where the showers where, steam poured out and there was the sound of laughter,
a woman's laughter, giggling and the sound of female pleasure and delight.

Kingsley dragged his battered body along to investigate, he had to know what
was going on, he nervously peered around the corner into the large communal
shower. It took a second for the steam to fade and then there was the sight of
'Oh My!' There was the naked Natasha, with one of the gym lads on one side of
her and another lad on her other side. Each of the lads were busy lathering up
the woman, one lad on his knees soaping up her legs and moving upwards while
the other lad was stood up doing the same around her lower body and again
working upwards! "That is good handsome boy's, you do a good job with your
hands and maybe Natasha do a good job for you!" The unmistakeable eastern
European accent was there and Kingsley knew those 'boy's' would defiantly have
their hands full with her!

The man came away and left them to it, after seeing what she'd done with all
the other men, he wasn't going to disturb a woman like that! Kingsley made his
way back out into the gym to think this all through and then to try and forget
it. As he walked out into the training area "Big man back then are you?"
Kingsley froze and he looked over to the ring where inside was Katina! But now
she had changed, the shoes and white shocks had been replaced by a pair of
yellow boxing boots, the skirt was still there, but the white blouse had gone,
there was just that black bra of hers. Also, and new, were a pair of yellow
boxing gloves, she beckoned to him "come here Mr boxer, I need someone to
practice with, let us see if you can do any better at boxing, you and me!"
Kingsley stared as a creeping sense of fear started to take hold of him "I
said come here. You don't want me to come for you ... ... Do you ... ... ?"