When Rivals Clash
by Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
The same rivals but now with new differences, that still need to be sorted!


When Rivals Clash

The tall blond man grabbed his towel and wiped his face, it had been a hard
workout and was glad that it had come to an end, not that he hadn't enjoyed
it, he had, but still he was glad it was over. He was inside Terry's Gym, a
well-known establishment, to 'certain people', just off of the city centre,
and he was in the 'normal' part of the gym and had just finished his session
for the day. He looked over to a door at the end of the gym in the far wall,
there wasn't much to it, it was just a door, but around here there was
something special about 'that' door.

Just, as if on que, it opened and out walked three women, all talking and
laughing amounts themselves. The first was a tall black woman, stunning to
look at but with an obvious attitude, if you dare look to closely at her. The
next woman was an older woman, attractive and someone who was seen a lot of
the time wearing an old beige raincoat, even when the weather was fine. Both
these women where strong, almost tough looking, but in a strange, attractive
way, with their firm, toned, developed bodies and their air of total
confidence. The kind of women who could stop a man dead in his tracks with
just the look they gave him, a look that would make any man shiver with a
touch of unease. The kind of women to be kept clear of if you knew what was
good for you!

With them and the third women in this little group, was a good-looking
brunette, a woman in her late 20's who was untying her ponytail and running
her hands through her long hair. She was well known to the man, after all she
was his girlfriend, partner, whatever was the current correct phrase to use
nowadays. But even though they were a 'couple' he was not allowed to go
through that door into the 'private members' part and use the 'facilities'
there. In fact, here at Terry's Gym, no man was allowed through that door,
useless it was 'authorised' by a few select women who belonged to this very
special members own part of the gym! (Reader may wish to read the previous
stories about Terry's Gym, When Rivals Meet, Induction Time, Training Session
& Gym Visit)

The man was not over keen about 'his girl' going off on her own and through
that door and then coming out with 'those' other women. There were wild
rumours about what goes on through that door, 'women on the rampage' if you
believed all that, fights, contests, matches and beatings going on between men
and women. The problem was that he did believe a lot of this, as he and his
girlfriend where not adverse to taking their disagreement to a more physical
conclusion! In fact, so far, the couple and sorted out a number of issues such
as toilet seat position, up or down, holiday location, who had control of the
TV remote and a few other minor things. All sorted out by use of their fists!
Currently the woman was in the lead, she claimed more victories than the man,
and was defiantly the one in charge in this relationship! (Reader may wish to
read the previous story feature the couple 'When Rivals Meets).

In fact, on a couple of earlier 'disagreements' the couple had used another
part of Terry's Gym, the area off to the other side, a large room the
contained a boxing ring. Nothing wrong in that, after all this was a gym, and
this room was used by a proper boxing club and for some very minor sporting
events. But every now and again it was used for some 'special' events,
sessions, as well. As both of them were members here at the gym they had got
to know of the 'other side' of the gym and booked the room to sort out their
differences! Each time it had been the woman that had stepped out of the ring
victorious, leaving her battered 'other half' inside and out for the count! It
had been the couple's arguments, their clashes, that had brought the man and
the woman to the attention of the black woman and her friend the older woman.
JJ and Alison had taken a liking to the brunette and now she was being shown
what went on, on the other side of 'that door!'

The brunette was now a member in her own right of this select 'private members
group!' And this had niggled at the man, as in the past he and his girlfriend
had enjoyed going to the gym 'together' now she seemed to be 'taken away' and
through that door every time they came here. He was beginning to not like
this, in fact, he was finding it annoying and he knew there was another
argument brewing up because of this!

Laster after this, separate, session at the gym and once they had got home
there was an obvious tension in the air, nothing was said, it didn't need to
be and the silence was deafening! He was showing his displeasure, by being
moody, at how 'she' was behaving at the gym by going off on her own! And she
was ignoring his immature behaviour by blanking him and acting as if he wasn't
there!

For the rest of that evening hardly a word was spoken between them, in fact,
nothing was said. They both knew what it was all about and that something,
even something very little, would set the situation off and then things would
'happen!'

Somehow, they got through the evening without any incidents, but only just and
then it was time for bed. As they both got ready the tension was still there,
the woman had stepped out of the en-suite after brushing her teeth, in just
her panties and an old top on, and now just looked over at the man. He was in
just his normal dark shorts, and on the other side of the bed, staring back at
her. They must had stood there, just looking at each other for an age, knowing
that it was all so close to boiling over, so very close.

She decided to ignore him, she didn't want to put up with his childish mood
like this and went over to adjust the room thermostat as it felt a bit chilly
tonight. Or was it just the vibes that her boyfriend was giving off, either
way she wanted the heat turning up. 'Well if she wanted the heat turning up he
was happy to oblige!' For whatever reason this act of adjusting the room
temperature was the catalyst to start an argument. He was warm enough and went
storming over to where she stood adjusting the temperature and THUD! His hand
came down, covering her hand on the thermostat, stopping her from moving that
dial.

He stood there looking at her, his face, his tight lips, the frown on his brow
all showing his dissatisfaction at her act. "it's just fine there's no need to
... ... " THUD! OOOWWWHHH! One of the woman's hands might have been held down
against the thermostat, but she still had her other hand free. The moment his
hand came down on hers, she'd clenched her fist, tried to count to 10, she was
giving him a chance to back away from his mistake. But it didn't work, she
couldn't hold back, so after getting to 4, 'he deserved this!' and with that
she'd send her fist into the side of his body, taking him unaware and now
showing her dissatisfaction at his act!

The sharp blow made the tall blond man jolt, his hand came off of hers and now
she formed her second fist ready to go into action. The brunette twisted her
body and brought her fist away from the thermostat and SMACK! Straight into
the man's face, two sharp, painful blows one after the other, to his side and
his face, he was stunned and staggered backwards a couple of steps. This gave
the woman her chance to move in and hurt him some more.

She stepped forward, drove her knee up and high, aiming for his exposed
stomach as he went back WHACK! But he got his move in first, thinking quickly
he realised she would carry on with her attack, he knew her too well, so as he
staggered back he lashed out with his arms. Knowing she would be onto him, he
went to fend her off whilst he regained his balance. It'd worked the brunette
had received the back of his hand across her face as she came in close. It had
been a hard blow, the man didn't hold back when lashing out, and it'd caught
her by surprise.

The blow had sent her off balance, as she'd tried to bring her knee up, and
now she was the one sent tumbling backwards, but before she could fall over,
he reached out and grabbed her. Not to save her from falling, 'No', he grabbed
her hard, two strong hands around her neck, he grabbed her to take control. He
gripped her firmly, around her neck, pressing against her throat, his hands
tightened and he could see a glint of fear in her eyes, he liked that. Her
hands came up, grabbed his and tried to break his hold, but he was too strong
and now he was draining her of vital air. He knew with this hold her strength
and determination would also soon fade away and he would be the victor!

Then, still hold her around her throat, he pulled her upwards off her feet and
swung her around, and CRASH! Drove the brunette straight into the solid double
doors of the large wardrobe, being thrown into the hard-wooded object jolted
the woman and shocked her, CRASH! It had the same effect on her when he pulled
her back and throw her against it again, still with his hands tightening and
denied her any valuable air. He raised his arms up, even higher, so lifting
the woman up off of the floor, her legs thrashing around with nothing to stand
on, even more amusement for him. 'This was definitely one argument that he
would ... ... ' CRUNCH! OOOWWWHHH!

Was it his over confidence in how he was doing in the argument, or was it her
patients, in a difficult circumstance, just waiting for the right moment?
Probably it was a case of just good luck, on her part, as the woman was
panicking, and as he'd lifted her up off of the ground, her legs kicking out
and one well placed, if not deliberate, knee came up and caught him just
right! OOOWWWWWW! The 'tap' to his groin was enough to make him shudder, take
in concentration away and make him loosen the hold he had around her neck.

She dropped to her feet, on the floor, quickly she took in much needed air
'that was good!' WHACK! But the man wasn't hurt that much, just taken by
surprise and able to still lash out, which he did. Another hard backhand came
flying her way and caught her just right, knocking her hard, cutting her
tender lip and sending her over and dropping the brunette down to the floor by
the bed. As she hit the floor she was hurt, sore around her throat, her lip
stung and she felt humiliated, at being flung around by him, she was also
angry!

She also felt ... ... OOOOOWWWWW! The man had quickly regained his composure
and now acted even faster in getting his own back, after that little 'tap' she
gave him. Reaching out he grabbed onto the woman's long hair, and now wrenched
her upwards so he could deal with her! There was nothing gentle about the way
she came quickly up, calling out in pain and holding onto her painful hair as
it was almost pulled out of her scalp.

But even though it was hurting her, she still had her other hand free, a free
hand that now took revenge and CRUNCH! UUUUHHHHH! As she was being dragged up
the brunette drove her fist, hard, straight into the middle of the man's
shorts, getting him right where it hurts and making his suffer! The blow
almost took the blond man off his feet, it was certainly agonising for him and
took his breath away. Making his shudder and for a brief moment, as he was
bent halfway over, he froze. For a moment, he was like a statue, he held
himself there for a second or two, that must have been one of, if not, the
hardest blows he'd taken, to 'that' area, from her.

She'd fell to her knees and looked up, she smiled, as the man with his eyes
tightly closed now exhaled, then dropped down to his knees, and as he came
down WHACK! OOOWWW! The woman returned the backhand across his face, and
knocking his head off to the side. As his head bounced back from that blow he
opened his eyes, just in time to see the brunette, now knelt in front of him,
reach out and OOOOUUCCHH! She'd grabbed onto a handful of his hair, harshly,
pulled his head to the side sharply then dragged it downwards. As his head was
pulled down CRACK! Her clenched fist came upwards and the two met, a hard,
painful meeting between her fist and his face!

He felt his nose instantly throb and fill up, a trickle of blood ran down and
over his lip. he could taste the red fluid in his mouth, but this sensation
was overtaken by THUD! As another fist drove up, even harder into his face,
the woman was on a roll and wasn't going to stop now THUD! Again, she pounded
him, and even grinned about it as she hammered his face for a third time, 'oh
well what the hell, once more for good luck!' THUD! OOOOOWWWWW! 'That last one
felt good', for her, she put a lot of frustration behind that fist into his
face, and he'd felt it.

The couple still knelt there in front of each other, where definitely sorting
out their differences in a carful, mature manner! The woman was smiling, the
man was stunned, hurt and quite probably on the losing end of this current
argument. The brunette pulled the mans battered, bloody face and head upright
so she could look at him. Letting go of his hair, he staggers and wavers
around there, the shock of those hard fists having drained and damaged him,
but she wasn't finished, CRACK! OOOOHHHH!

She drove her own head forward and slammed her forehead straight into the
bridge of his nose, which exploded as she struck him. The man's face felt as
if it been hit by a runaway train and his head spun around like a
merry-go-round. He swayed from side to side, then THUD! He fell, dropping
fully to the floor in a heap, where he lay, waiting for his head to stop
spinning. But he was still conscious, still capable of feeling pain and she
was determined that was what he was going to do!

She pushed herself back up onto her feet, grabbed him by his hair and dragged
her loaf of a boyfriend across the bedroom. She placed him where she wanted
him, put him in just the right position, then with both hands she held the
thick, solid door of the wardrobe. She looked down at her battered partner,
smiled and WHACK! CRUNCH! THUD! SMACK!She drove that hard wardrobe door
backwards and forwards, slamming it as hard as she could into the man's face,
again and again and again!

She didn't stop until his face was just a bloody mess, until he was out cold
and even then, she used all her strength for one last CRACK! The bottom of the
door broken, splintered, cracked, a broken door and a broken man, the woman
was satisfied with that, more so she was delighted to have won yet another
argument!

Now it was time to go to bed, but one last thing, there's nothing better than
kicking a man when he's down WHACK! Or kicking him twice! THUD! Now she had
control of the thermostat, so everything was just fine. She stepped over the
man, leaving him there, where he belonged and got into bed. She wrapped
herself up in the quilt and wondered to herself how she could annoy her
boyfriend again, just so she could then take out her anger on him, again. She
was quite beginning to enjoy these 'arguments', especially as she was winning
them all. But it didn't really mater she was sure any old excuse would come up
and allow her to have some fun, soon!

As she began to drift off an idea came to her, 'Hmmmm, that would be good ...
... !'

It was much, much later when the man finally came too, his body hurt, this
face and head throbbing as if he'd been runover by a tank. His pride was,
again, dented as he'd lost another 'argument' with the brunette 'dame!' It
took a while for him to recover, he lay there for a long time trying to get
all his faculties back and letting the pain subside. During which he realised
that he wasn't in his bedroom, he was lying on the floor, he expected that,
but he certainly wasn't on the bedroom floor! The room was dark, pitch black,
cold and the floor was hard, no carpet, strange. Finally, he managed to get
himself up onto his feet, and then to move and feel around his surroundings in
the dark. There were various different 'things' objects all around him, almost
as if he was in some storeroom? It didn't make any sense to him as he tried
desperately to find his way around in the dark. Then suddenly a small glimpse
of light appeared, from under a 'door?' He found a wall and moved around to
the light and the door, then found a handle, 'great!'

He pulled on the handle, the door opened and the bright light flooded in, he
closed his eyes as he'd not been ready for the brightness and slowly he got
used to it. Then he began to open his eyes up more and more, until he could
now see where he was, 'OH!'

The man had stepped out into a large room with a high celling, a room that
somehow seemed familiar, not that he'd ever been in this room before, but
there was something about it. As his eyes got use to the light he could see
there were a number of doors around the room, and windows up high along the
tops of the walls. The room had some sports, fitness equipment around the
edge, along the walls and the main area, the centre of the room, was empty
apart from a large blue matted area. The kind of mats used in some sports
halls, gyms, a martial arts club maybe, that sort of thing. The kind of mats
he'd seen in Terry's Gym when he'd been there!

The penny dropped, as he realised that he was indeed in Terry's Gym, but not
the part he'd been in before, the part he was used to. This must be that area,
the 'private member's' area, this was what was on the other side of 'that
door!' His first thoughts were 'how did I get here? and 'why was I in a
storeroom?' These were quickly replaced by a realisation that he was in fact,
not alone, as his eyes now fell onto two figures that appeared in the middle
of the room and were looking at him.

The first was that of a tall black woman, a strong looking, tall black woman,
with her long dark hair and dressed in a pair of blue martial arts trousers
and a yellow crop top. With her arms folded she looked a towering powerful
woman, with a shapely body on show and intimidating him with the formidable
look she had on her attractive face. Next to her was an older woman, and she
looked just as daunting, just as menacing, stood there with her hands on her
firm hips. Her piercing eyes were fixed on him and her good-looking face was
set in a hard, daunting grin. She was dressed in a matching set of beige tight
shorts and a tight top, her toned, sharp body for all to see.

JJ and Alison looked at each other and then back at the tall, but not yet
fully broken, blond man, then the two women, slowly, made their way across the
matted area towards him. The man froze as a sudden feeling of impending doom
came over him ... ... !