Roxanne's entrance
By Dreadnaught
Roxanne deals with Don

     Another day shot to hell. Damn. I sat at the bar and nursed my
beer and felt sorry for myself.
     I should begin by saying I'm a fight promoter and manager. Oh,
not a professional manager, by any means. And you're never going to
see any of my fighters in the ring. See, the types of fights I set
up were not quite legal. We'd set up shop in a convenient location,
like an abandoned warehouse, or parking garage, or a bar.. yeah, I
know it's a sleazy job, but it paid. I'd set up some real winners
in this particular bar I was sitting in now. But all that seemed
gone now. The crowds that had come out to see two men beat the
living crap out of each other seemed to have disappeared. On top of
that, my usual list of fighters had dropped to almost nothing. Some
had left to try their skills in the ring, some were injured, so I
had four guys left on my roster. And with no one buying tickets..
well, I may as well have been trying to sell Ferraris to the Hare
Krishnas.
     I sat grumbling, wondering what I'd have to sell to try to
keep my head above water, when she walked up to me. A tall leggy
brunette, wearing a very expensive looking long black dress, pumps
and elegant gloves. Every inch of her dripped with class, and more
importantly, money. She was built too, like a supermodel. "Mr.
Black?" she asked. 
     "Yes?" Her voice instantly caught my attention, the hint of an
English accent somehow always did that to me.
     "If you have a moment, I have a business proposition for you."
     I sat up immediately. "I have more than a moment in that
case," I muttered hastily, and beckoned her to a corner table.
Apart from the stools at the bar, we kept the floor pretty much
clear of furniture, so the fighters would have lots of room. The
only tables and chairs were by the walls.
     We walked over and sat down. She was very elegant, moving with
the grace of a ballerina. As she sat, the slit in her dress exposed
a very lovely pair of legs as she crossed them. I paused a moment
to savor the view before sitting down. She took no notice of my
lengthy glance.
     "Mr. Black, I know of your financial troubles in the little
shows that you run.. what would you say if I told you I had a way
to not only bring more people to your fights, but also fill up your
roster with fighters who could be relied upon to give the crowds
what they want?"
     I was a little annoyed at the tone she used to describe my
"shows".. as if they were totally unimpressive to her. But I admit
I was intrigued, and I told her so. "Although I have no idea what
I can do to draw the crowds back.. and my roster's never filled."
     She smiled slightly. "Well, I can assure you the crowds will
return if you follow my suggestions, which I will outline in a
moment. And if you follow my suggestions, your roster will only
need three fighters."
     I boggled at her in disbelief. "Listen, I always found I need
at least ten fighters on my roster. Half of them are either trying
to get legitimate work or get clobbered and need time off."
     "Not to worry, the fighters I have in mind won't need time
off," she chuckled.
     "Oh? Who'd you have in mind, Superman?"
     "I'll get to that momentarily," her soft, rich accent told me.
"Let's discuss fees. What do you pay your fighters, Mr. Black?"
     "20% of the crowd take, and I keep all the booze revenues."
     "Ah. Well, with my fighters you'll be paying them 50% of the
total take." I snorted loudly, but she continued. "Remember, my
fighters will draw record crowds, plus there will only be three of
them."
     "For that kind of percentage, they'd damn well better pull
record crowds," I grumbled, beginning to think less and less of
this woman's arrogant proposals. "And with only three of them,
there's not gonna be too many fights going on at once."
     "Oh, I can guarantee crowds far larger than you've seen for a
while," she smirked, "And you won't need many fights. They'll pull
in enough money at once that you won't need it."
     I was becoming convinced this woman had a serious problem
grasping reality. "Okay, Miss.." I only just realized she hadn't
told me her name.
     "Call me Roxanne."
     Snooty sort of name. "Okay, Roxy.." Her face darkened
somewhat, but she politely let me continue. "I can't see how in the
hell this could work. No fighters in the roster, no way the crowds
will flock to see these fights, and so no money in my pockets. Plus
there's you, you're obviously going to want some sort of cut for
your ideas and.. I assume you're managing these three fighters?"
     "I prefer Roxanne, if you don't mind," she told me. "And no,
I'm not a manager. I'm one of the fighters."
     I laughed long and hard. Finally I was able to get my breath
back long enough to speak. "Lady, you're good," I wheezed with
laughter. "That was funny."
     "I'm quite serious," she insisted.
     "So am I. I may not run the most legitimate of businesses, but
I still can't go around trying to push a crock like that one." I
was starting to lose patience. "I mean, I'd pay money to look at
you, yes, but not to see you get stomped into the ground."
     She frowned at me. "I can assure you, Mr. Black, none of your
so-called fighters could stomp me into the ground. I've held my own
against better men than you have in your employ. I dare say I could
beat any of them with ease."
     "Yeah, right, lady," I sneered. "These men pound on each other
for big bucks. No offense, but I just can't picture a woman getting
into it with them down here and surviving. I really want to thank
you for the laugh, but you're starting to waste my time." I began
to stand.
     "Do I have to prove it to you?" Roxanne asked quietly and very
seriously.
     This was ridiculous. "Oh sure, go ahead," I sneered.
     "Very well, Mr. Black," she said. "Is one of your fighters
available?"
     I called back to the bar. "Hey Don, you feel like a fight?"
     Don turned around. He wasn't my best fighter, but he knew what
he was doing. T-shirt, jeans, cowboy boots, six feet, 200 pounds,
not too bright, but he brought in a few bucks. "Sure," he called
back. "When and where?"
     "Right now," I answered. "Here. Against Miss Roxanne, here."
     Don laughed almost as hard as I did. "You're kidding, right?"
he asked. I shook my head. "I don't fight no women," he called
back.
     "Hey, I'm not the one asking for the fight, she is," I said.
"She's the one who wants it."
     Don grumbled. "Lady, you're nuts, but if I get paid to let you
pat me, what the hell." He confidently walked to the middle of the
bar.
     "Excuse me for a moment," Roxanne said. "I must go change."
She got up and walked towards the door, and I could see her through
the window taking a gym bag from a shadowy figure and walking into
the dark.
     "This is crazy, Dave," Don rumbled at me. "She can't be
serious?"
     "She sounds like she is," I griped. "She seems to think she
can actually fight. In all I my years in this biz I never heard
anything so crazy. Just don't hurt her too bad, Don. Just enough to
make her submit." Don nodded.
     The door opened and Roxanne strolled back in. Wow, she was
built. She'd changed into a black one-piece gymnast's outfit, which
revealed every curve of her seductive body. Long legs ended in
ankle-high black boots with short spiked heels. She walked up to
Don, who was as slack-jawed as I was. "So, are you ready?" She
smiled.
     Don stuttered for a moment, then regained his normally cool
composure. "Y-Yeah, if you are." They walked into the middle of the
room.
     "Okay, I'm assuming you both know the rules?" I said for her
benefit. Truth was there weren't too many rules. "No shots to
private parts.. apart from that anything goes. Fight goes to a
submission or a knockout."
     "What?" Roxanne exclaimed. "I know the rules you run by, Mr.
Black. These fights continue to a knockout. Why are you changing
your rules?"
     "Humor me," I replied. "I've never had a female fight for me
before."
     "Oh, very well," she conceded. "Although I assure you I won't
be submitting."
     "We'll see. Okay, fight!" I sat down to watch the slaughter.
     Roxanne and Don began circling each other, Don almost
lackadaisically, Roxanne studiously, examining Don closely. Don
stopped and said to her, "Okay lady, I'm gonna go easy on you.."
     He didn't get another word out before Roxanne brought her leg
up gracefully, bent at the knee, and snapped her boot into the side
of his face. My jaw dropped again. Her kick caught Don unprepared
and he staggered back a few steps. He began rubbing the point of
impact and looked completely shocked.
     I was shocked too. That was an impressive move. Roxanne
smiled. "I shouldn't worry about going easy on me, big boy. If I
were you I'd worry about getting through this fight in one piece." 
     Don looked to me for guidance, and I gave him a signal to
close in. She obviously knew a few moves, but I still couldn't see
her standing up to him for long. 
     Don closed in with his fists ready, but she stood her ground,
again lashing out with her shapely legs when he was in range. This
time she didn't aim at his head as Don and I were expecting. She
slipped under his guard, kicking him in the kidney. He grunted in
pain, and she closed in like a cobra. Her open hand came up, the
base of her palm catching him under his chin with a loud whack. He
grimaced with the blow, stumbled back and then wham, another solid
kick slammed into his face, this time so hard that he spun around
and dropped to the floor.
     I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This woman had just
dropped one of my best fighters and he hadn't even laid a hand on
her! She stood giggling, bouncing on the toes of her feet with her
fists jabbing expertly at the air before her. "So, Mr. Black, are
you prepared to accept my proposals yet?" she asked.
     Don lay on the ground shaking his head vigorously. I noticed
he was beginning to develop a large bruise on his cheek from her
kicks, but he seemed okay otherwise. "Quit screwing around, Don!"
I barked at him. 
     He gave his head one last shake, and stood, growling at her.
"That's it, lady! I'm not lettin' you make me look bad to the
boss!" He charged as I yelled encouragement. "That's it, Don! Get
a good punch in and drop her!"
     This time he got in close and threw a jab at her lovely face.
I didn't want to see her get hurt, but she was asking for it. I was
surprised to watch her easily block the punch. She knew how to
defend herself too. But Don was mad now, and he wasn't pulling his
punches. He quickly followed up with a swinging left, and I watched
amazed as she ducked under it, came back up and put one leg in
front of his, slid her arm under him and flipped the man neatly
over her hip. Don landed hard on his ass and grabbed at his back in
pain.
     Roxanne smiled at me. "Really, Mr. Black, if he's one of your
best you can afford to lose him," she sneered. I couldn't answer,
I was too stunned by what I was watching. Don wasn't amused. He got
up, still pawing at his back. "Dammit... I'll show you, you bitch!"
he cried. 
     He came at her and swung mightily. She lightly stepped back
and avoided the punch. Don kept swinging, roundhouses, hooks.. she
ducked and dodged a short series of them. He quickly lost patience.
"Fuck! Stand still and fight like a man!" he yelled, much to her
amusement. "Like what?" she smirked. "Like this?" As another wild
punch soared over her head, she came up from her duck with a
lightning-fast jab to Don's chin with her left, then a blistering
right cross. Her rapidfire punches stopped his momentum cold and
poleaxed him straight to the floor. "If you had wanted me to use my
fists, why didn't you just say so?" Roxanne beamed at her stunned
male opponent.
     I was pretty stunned myself. A beautiful woman with a posh
British accent comes in, and starts beating up one of my fighters.
Utterly ridiculous, except there it was in front of me. I couldn't
doubt my own eyes, could I? I blinked a few times, but the scene
stayed, the curvy, leggy girl standing over Don as he tried to
recover. He was starting to have a hard time, too. Those punches of
hers must have been dynamite, seeing as he could usually take
punishment better than that.
     Roxanne stood off and gave Don some recovery time. As he sat
up, she said patronizingly, "So, little man, do you want to
concede? Or shall I really start doing some damage?" 
     Don sat for a moment and rubbed the dribble of blood from the
corner of his lips. "Damn you.. no woman's gonna do this to me.."
He scrambled to his feet.
     But as he stood, she took two quick steps in towards him,
pivoted and kicked out hard, into his chest. He grunted as the
solid impact of her kick sent him sprawling back to the ground near
the bar. My jaw was still on the ground. She was in total control
of this fight. Amazing.
     As Don hauled himself up again, I screamed at him. "C'mon Don,
quit playing with her! Let her have it!" This seemed to give him a
bit of determination, and he went back on the attack. He rushed
back at her as she approached, trying to get a good grip on her and
put her in a submission hold.
     As his hands reached for her throat, she grabbed his left hand
and twisted it around, barring his arm. Don cried out in pain and
frustration, then louder as she moved in behind him and raised her
knee brutally into the small of his back. "I'm afraid this man is
just too unskilled for me, Mr. Black," she called to me. She then
yanked on his arm and dragged Don to the floor with her. As the
armbar was released he tried to sit and mount an attack, but before
he could do anything Roxanne snaked her legs around his middle and
clamped down a leg scissors.
     Don's face rapidly turned red as she squeezed him tight. "Is
this fight still just to a submission?" she asked. Don couldn't
seem to put enough strength into his grip on her legs to free
himself. Her scissors became tighter and tighter around him as he
began to gasp. She began to time the contractions of her leg
muscles to coincide with his panting for breath. She grinned as he
began to weaken rapidly. "Care to admit defeat?" she asked him, and
he began to pound the floor. He'd submitted!
     Roxanne released the scissors, bringing her legs back away
from him and standing, towering over him as he eagerly drew in
breath. "Good thing you gave in, little man," she taunted him.
"I've been known to crush ribs like that."
     I was almost unable to speak. The disbelief of seeing a young,
elegant woman force one of my fighters to submit was just
overwhelming. I felt both humiliated and excited at the same time.
     But all Don felt was the humiliation. As he regained his
breath and his strength, he reached forward and lashed out at her
legs with his arm, tripping her. She tumbled down face first but
used her arms expertly to break her fall, then kicked back as she
spun herself over into a sitting position. The bottom of her boot
crashed through Don's face and he wailed in agony as her kick
knocked him back onto his butt. 
     "That was uncalled for," Roxanne said angrily as she stood.
Don too struggled to his feet. "I guess this fight will be to a
knockout after all," she promised, stepping up and bringing the
pointed fingers of her right hand forward into the base of his
throat. The devastating blow caused Don's eyes to bulge
threateningly as he gagged violently, spit flying out of his mouth
down to his chin. The lady gave him no time to recover from that,
as she stepped in and punched him hard in the jaw with a left hook.
Don had no chance to block her attack. Her fist spun him around and
shot him back into the bar and he sagged against it pathetically
but stayed vertical.
     "Hey!" I yelled at the amazon. "He submitted! You don't need
to kill him!" I was on my feet with the sight of her breaking my
fighter.
     "He needs to be taught a lesson, Mr. Black," Roxanne coolly
replied. She picked up one of the lighter bar stools, raised it
over her head and brought it down on Don. The stool smashed to
kindling and I think Don almost did too. Don rolled off the bar to
the floor, blood starting to drip from the back of his head.
     "Stop it!" I cried in anguish. Don was in a world of hurt now.
I wanted to run over to help him, but she could probably smash two
guys into mulch as easily as one.
     "I won't kill him," she reassured me. "But I will show him and
you that I mean business. You expected to see me beg for mercy,
didn't you? I want him to beg me not to hurt him anymore."
     Don's voice was weak, but still defiant. "Beg.. a woman?
Never.." he groaned. He had stamina, that guy. I didn't want to see
him lose it, especially to a woman. But he determinedly got to his
feet and turned to face her.
     I winced as she wasted no time in renewing her punishment. Don
bent double around her shapely leg as she kicked him in the gut.
Before he could recover from that, her boot landed hard in the side
of his ribs. Don screamed in agony and his knees began to wobble.
But Roxanne gave him no respite. Again her leg came up, her thigh
staying immobile in front of him as she snapped two rapidfire kicks
to his face. Her first kick got his attention, and the second sent
him staggering back to fall on top of the bar and roll down to the
floor in a beaten, bloody pile. He clung to consciousness with
great effort.
     "Have you had enough yet, wimp?" Roxanne asked. She seemed to
be taking a twisted delight in wracking the man's body with pain.
"If you give up now, I'll let you walk out of here. Otherwise
you'll need to be carried."
     "Fuck.. you.." he muttered, again trying to get to his feet.
"Don," I yelled at him, "Don't do it! She's letting you leave!" He
ignored me and groggily got up.
     Roxanne shrugged as he propped himself up with help from the
bar. "Suit yourself. I hope you enjoy pain," she leered at him. He
managed to raise his fists and come at her. 
     I didn't really want to watch the rest of the fight, because
the outcome already seemed determined and I didn't want to watch
Don suffer anymore, but I had to watch. It was like looking at an
accident on the freeway, you know? You don't want to look, but you
have to. Roxanne had me in awe. She was incredibly attractive, and
probably the most fantastic fighter I'd ever seen. I couldn't have
taken my eyes off this spectacle if I'd wanted to.
     Don came at her with a clumsy looking hook. She ducked down
under it, and came up with a swing of her own, driving the back of
her open right hand in a looping slap across his face. Don grunted
and stumbled slightly. She took his right hand and spun him around
so his back was to me, then powered her other fist into his chin.
The loud crack of her punch landing made me wince, along with Don's
agonized cry as he stumbled back from her. Sure of her advantage,
she gave him one final opportunity. "Last chance, little boy.. walk
away now. How much more do you think you can take before I knock
you out?"
     Don tried vainly to shake off the damage she'd inflicted on
him, but it showed in his groggy bearing and the blood and bruises
he carried. "I ain't letting a woman do this to me.." He charged
again.
     He put all his weight into a huge roundhouse punch at her
head. Roxanne ducked easily, letting the punch sail over her and
letting Don's momentum carry him past her. She stood and glanced
over her shoulder to get his location, then pivoted slightly and
kicked back, the bottom of her boot landing in the small of his
back. Don shouted loudly and slumped to his knees.
     Roxanne was quickly on top of him. Taking his arms, she put a
foot on his back and pulled back hard. Don was screaming his agony.
"You should have left when you had the chance," she told him
quietly as she tugged his arms back at unnatural angles. "You and
your boss are going to watch as a woman puts you through the most
excrutiating pain you've ever been through before she knocks you
out."
     "No!!" Don was in tears from the pain she inflicted on him.
But she didn't let up, she kept pulling back on his arms with a
firm grip. I was afraid she'd dislocate them any second, but she
kept up the pressure. "Please, no more," he begged.
     "What?" she giggled sadistically. "The big strong man begging
the woman who can't fight to stop hurting him? Did you hear that,
Mr. Black?"
     "Yes, I heard him, dammit! Stop it!" I was beside myself,
watching with horror.
     "Very well," Roxanne said. "I will put him out of his misery."
Smiling, she released the hold and moved around in front of him.
She reached down and displayed an amazing amount of strength by
lifting him to his feet and holding him there until he stood on his
own. Then she drove a vicious punch into his stomach. Don groaned
and bent forward as the air left his body, but he was brought back
upright by a solid punch to his face. Her straight left sent him
staggering back towards me. I knew from the way his legs were
wobbling he'd just about had it, and so did she. She finished him
off with a flourish. Stepping up, she leapt gracefully in the air
before him, kicked her right leg up high, her boot crashing through
Don's chin. The devastating kick completed her humiliation of him.
He screamed in total pain momentarily as he flew 180 degrees away
from her, her kick blasting him back into the table next to me. He
crashed through it down to the floor and lay motionless, totally
beaten and very much out cold.
     Roxanne walked to him and knelt next to him, rolling him over
onto his back. I could see the blood coursing from his nose and
mouth, the lurid bruises forming on his cheeks and around one eye.
She stood and put one boot on his chest in total victory, grinning
at me. "There you are, Mr. Black. Have I proven myself to you, or
shall I knock out the rest of your fighters as well?"
     I looked up from Don's beaten form to the woman who had scored
the knockout on him. From the sexy boot on his chest, up the long
shapely leg, over slim hips, trim waist, full breasts and powerful
arms, Roxanne had now earned my total admiration.. I was still in
shock. I had watched her use her fists, feet and amazing strength
to knock her male opponent out like a light, and she still seemed
ready for more. "No," I conceded. "You win."
     "Good," she smiled. "I assume you'll listen to my plans now?"
She left Don lying where he was and took the seat next to me.
"First off, I'd like you to meet my associates."
     Two other slim, attractive women moved into the light from the
shadows where they'd been standing. I was so busy watching Roxanne
destroy my fighter I hadn't seen them enter the bar. Roxanne
indicated the woman with dark, Spanish features, clad in a clingy
white t-shirt and denim short shorts with black pumps. "This is
Nina," she said, "And Tara," she added, pointing at the other
woman, a tall, gorgeous blonde dressed in a black mini-dress.
     "Pleased to meet you," I called to them. "I suppose they both
fight as well?"
     "Of course," Roxanne beamed. "And they're both as good as I
am."
     My adulation got the better of me. "If they're half as good as
you I'll be impressed."
     "Why thank you, Mr. Black. That's the most intelligent thing
I've heard you say this evening," she said with a wink. I turned
bright red.
     "Now," she continued, "As I said earlier, whichever one of us
is fighting gets 20% of the cut for the night. I already have the
first fight night planned, so I'll tell you what I have in mind. I
believe there was a series of fights scheduled for this Saturday
night?"
     "That's right," I said. "Four fights down here. Don was to be
in the third fight." I looked down at the pathetic form Roxanne had
beaten to a pulp. He was still sleeping like a baby.
     Roxanne snorted derisively. "Cancel his fight, he won't be in
any shape for it when he wakes up anyways. Move the main event up
to the third fight."
     I believed her, she'd pummeled him so badly he wouldn't be
waking up for hours. "Okay, but what's the new main event?"
     Nina smiled as Roxanne gestured at her. "Nina will be. You
will keep the fact that she's female a secret until the match. Then
you'll ask for a volunteer from the audience to fight her." Roxanne
saw me do a doubletake and continued, "Have no fear, Mr. Black.
Nina is an extraordinarily gifted fighter. I have complete
confidence in her abilities to emerge victorious no matter who
challenges her."
     I looked Nina over. Like the other two women, she was
strikingly beautiful, sculpted in a way only an artist could
imagine. Her body seemed to be the perfect mix of musculature and
femininity. "I believe you," I whispered.
     "Nina will take on either one or two combatants, depending on
her mood Saturday evening," Roxanne said, and the three ladies
grinned. She turned back to me. "I promise an impressive show of
fighting skills, and keeping her identity a secret will be sure to
get the attention of the crowd when she reveals herself."
     "Yes, but the crowd will be tiny, since they'll be expecting
the usual fight," I complained.
     "True, but think of the size of the crowd once word gets
around, Mr. Black," Roxanne comforted me. She was absolutely right.
When people get word of similar fights to the one I just watched,
we'd need to get Madison Square Gardens to hold all the people.
Little dollar signs danced in my mind.
     "Okay, Roxanne, you have yourself a deal. Nina fights Saturday
night," I grinned, and we shook hands to complete the arrangement,
and thankfully she shook it gently. I'd put the whole thing down on
paper as soon as possible. "One thing bothers me though.. my other
fighters aren't going to like this arrangement. Guys like Don like
to be center-stage, and aren't going to like being pushed into the
sidelines, especially by three women."
     Roxanne laughed. "Oh, I think we can always persuade them to
allow it, even if we have to use means such as I used on this
pathetic novice here." She stood and walked back to the beaten man,
picked him up and slung him over her shoulder as if he was nothing.
I felt my jaw drop again. She was simply amazing. "Now, if you will
excuse us, I have to honor my promise and carry this dead weight
outside," she grinned. "Nina will be ready for Saturday." The three
women turned and walked out, Roxanne carrying Don's limp form with
grace and ease.
     My problems are dead and buried now! I thought. I couldn't
wait until Saturday night!