Nina's fight
By Dreadnaught
Nina destroys Derek

     Well, I had been right about one thing.. my other fighters
didn't especially like the idea of being dropped from my roster in
favor of a group of three women. All except for Don, that is, who
had been so badly beaten and humiliated by Roxanne that he hadn't
dared show his face around the bar since the evening she'd carried
him out. I was expecting this sort of reaction from the guys.
Shock, disgust, threats against me and against the women, I didn't
care. I knew that if the other women, Nina and Tara, fought as well
as Roxanne did against Don, I wouldn't need any other fighters to
draw in the crowds. Still, being a diplomat, I told the guys to
show up down here Saturday night if they wanted to see why I was
doing this.
     Saturday night was an evening's worth of fights, the kind I'd
usually advertised, with one significant difference. Nina was to be
the main event. She'd take on some unlucky sucker from the audience
who'd be dumb enough to volunteer. Like Roxanne asked, I'd kept
Nina's identity a secret when I spread the word, only saying I had
a fighter who'd take on anyone. No other information.
     When Saturday came around, Nina showed up at the bar early,
well before the fights were scheduled to start. She was a vision.
Her Spanish blood showed in the dark curly hair around her
shoulders and deep brown eyes. She wore a black midriff t-shirt
that revealed strong arms, ample breasts and solid-looking abs,
denim shorts cut so high you could see the beginning of a glorious
derriere, and shiny black leather pumps with two-inch stilettos
held on her feet by delicate straps. In between the shorts and the
heels were the most magnificent pair of legs I'd ever seen. Just
watching her walk and cross her legs when she sat at the bar was
getting me aroused. She was getting a lot of attention from the
other men in the bar as well, including a guy I'd recognized as a
fighter I'd seen in action before down here, name of Derek
Something-or-other. He worked for another manager who had a
halfways decent roster. Anyways, he spotted Nina and immediately
went into a routine for her, loudly bragging about how he'd not
only gone to most of the fights down here, but been in several and
won all of them, blah blah blah. Nina seemed fascinated by his
garbage. Oh well, she was getting paid to fight, not because she
had good taste. Everyone else, including me, was fascinated by her
long, shapely legs as the crowd began to fill in.
     It wasn't a big crowd, but it was bigger than any I'd seen
down here for a while. I imagine most of them wanted to see who
this "mystery fighter" I'd advertised was. I looked over from my
vantage point near the door at my fighter. She sat at the bar
still, very relaxed, teasing with her attractive legs, crossing and
uncrossing them, posing them, making them the center of attention.
Derek looked like he was about to start drooling, as did everyone
else around her. The few women in the crowd occasionally looked
over at her with disgust, but all the men who gazed on her were
very appreciative.
     "She does rather capture the limelight, doesn't she?" Roxanne
asked, sitting down next to me. She wore a grey business suit, her
own legs abundantly displayed by her short skirt.
     "Y-yes," I stammered as I gaped at Nina. "I think some of
these guys are more interested in her than the fights."
     Roxanne grinned evilly. "Wait until they find out she's the
main event."
     "I just hope she fights as well as she flirts," I grumbled.
     "You worry too much, Mr. Black," Roxanne assured me, crossing
her legs and sitting back to watch the fights. The sound of her
nylons rubbing against themselves captivated me momentarily until
I uneasily went back to worrying about the outcome of this
evening's events.
     As the fights started, Derek continued his obnoxious advances
to Nina, eventually culminating in a loud bragging about how he
knew how to fight and could take down any of the other fighters
battling tonight with his hands tied behind his back or some such
bullshit. Nina just smiled and let him carry on, making sure his
attention was more fixed on her than on the brutal hand-to-hand
combat on the floor. 
     Finally the combat came to its climax, the main event. Nina
still sat at the bar, calmly turning to face the floor as the
announcer stepped up to the microphone near me. "And now, ladies
and gentlemen, our main event. We are featuring a daring fighter
who is prepared to fight any volunteer from the audience." A few
snorts and laughs greeted the declaration. The people in the crowd
had seen others do the same and meet with painful defeat. What they
weren't expecting was the person who was issuing the challenge.
"Presenting the lovely Nina!" She rose from her chair and moved to
the center of the floor.
     The crowd fell silent in shock. I knew what they were
thinking, and they soon began to express it. "What the hell is
this, a joke?!" "Get a real fighter!" "Get the babe out of there,
this is a man's place!" I groaned, but Roxanne reassured me with a
calming glance.
     The announcer continued. "Nina will need a volunteer for this
fight.. any takers?" The crowd began to alternately laugh and boo.
Nina looked around in mild annoyance. "Come on," she called, "No
one wants to take me on?" 
     The man who'd been hitting on her so stubbornly, Derek, sat
back at the bar, his mouth wide open in surprise. Nina noticed and
grinned. "C'mon macho man, you wanted to get your hands on me real
bad before," she cooed at him, moving to a chair at the side of the
floor. She sat down and crossed her legs, lifting one high in the
air and caressing it with her hands, then rubbing her body
provocatively. "You mean you'd turn down the chance to get a feel
of all this?" I knew I wasn't the only one getting an erection from
Nina's display, as Derek stared in awe. Suddenly there were several
volunteers, but Nina ignored them. She'd picked her target. "Let's
go, tough guy, how hard can a woman be? If you beat me you can do
what you want with me," she teased as she stroked her voluptuous
body amidst the catcalls and lecherous remarks of the crowd. Derek
stood, slightly reluctantly, and took off his leather jacket before
moving to the center of the floor. Roxanne giggled with
anticipation.
     Derek wasn't small, that's for sure. He was about six feet and
a few pounds short of 200, with long brown hair tied back in a
ponytail, white t-shirt and jeans, his usual outfit. He wasn't a
bad fighter, either, but he was so goddamn cocky. This time he was
beyond cocky. "I'll go easy on you, babe. I don't wanna damage the
goods if I get to play with 'em later," he bragged. The crowd
laughed and cheered.
     The crowd dropped to a flabbergasted silence as Nina stood and
raised her foot to the chair, adjusting the straps on her heels.
Those incredible legs and buns held us all in awe, especially
Derek, whose erection was visible to all. Nina just grinned as she
fixed one shoe, slowly moved to the next, then ran her hand up her
leg as she turned to face him. "Time to see if you're as good with
your fists as you think you are, big boy." She calmly walked to the
middle of the floor to start the fight.
     The two combatants circled each other briefly as the crowd
called for action. Nina was very relaxed and graceful in her
stride, while Derek looked highly uncomfortable. He'd never fought
a woman before, and he'd probably rarely ever seen a woman as
captivating as Nina. Eventually she stopped circling and gestured
at him to attack. The crowd yelled at him to do it, and he
reluctantly stepped up to her, halfheartedly directing a shove at
her shoulders, as if he expected her to fall over with his
slightest touch.
     But Nina didn't budge an inch. Derek shoved harder, and looked
slightly stunned as he failed to make any impact on her. The crowd
yelled wildly for him to take her down until Nina interrupted him
with a sharp punch to his gut. "Whoof!" he grunted, taking a step
back to catch the wind she'd knocked out of him. The crowd fell
silent as Nina grinned. "Don't go easy on me just because I'm a
woman," she told him. "Put some effort into it. These people do
want to see a fight, after all."
     Derek rubbed his sore gut and growled at her. "Okay babe, if
it's a fight you want you'll get one." He came at her with his
fists prepared to do damage. "Good," she agreed, then skipped back
out of his reach as he threw a straight punch at her head with his
left. He still didn't look like he was taking this very seriously.
"That arrogance will get him hurt," Roxanne noted to me over the
crowd's calls for blood.
     Derek stepped up to Nina and threw a punch downstairs at her
stomach. She just stood and took it. There was a dull thump as it
collided with her firm, muscled abs. It wasn't a hard punch, but
Derek still looked totally shocked at its lack of any visible
effect on the woman. The crowd was equally shocked.
     "Didn't feel a thing," Nina chuckled. "You're gonna have to do
better than that if you want to stand a chance against me." She
swung her open right hand around and caught Derek's startled face
with a backhand slap. As he stumbled back a step from the blow, she
quickly pivoted on one foot and brought the other up to her side,
kicking him hard in the chest. The kick sent him tumbling to the
ground near the bar. He wasn't hurt, but he was stunned by the lack
of effects of his blows and the ease and power of hers. He sat for
a moment with his tongue hanging on the ground almost.
     The crowd was stunned by this turn of events as well. They
just watched in amazement as Nina turned up the humiliation factor.
"I'm just playing with you, tough guy. Can't you handle a woman? Or
do you need your hands tied behind your back?" Derek snarled as he
got back to his feet. "You got lucky, lady.. I ain't gonna go so
easy on you this time." He charged towards her.
     Nina met his charge with a swift, straight punch to his chin.
Her blow caused him to grunt loudly and stumble blindly for a
moment. "Lucky, huh?" she smirked. She raised a sexy leg as she
closed in and kicked Derek hard in the face. He spun around away
from her and dropped like a rock to the ground, groaning in pain.
     Roxanne needed only to whisper to me now, the crowd was
totally silent in astonishment as it watched the spectacle. "Nina
is a professional dancer," she grinned. "With a bit of coaching,
she soon learned how to use her abilities for fighting. Impressed,
Mr. Black?" Considering I was speechless watching the entrancing
young dancer in her first fight for me, I'd say impressed was an
understatement.
     Derek was able to sit up, and he wiped the blood dribbling
from the corner of his lips as he looked at Nina with a shocked and
slightly frightened look. She'd made an impression now, and he knew
he wasn't going to be in for an easy time. The crowd once again
began raising its collective voice, telling him to wipe the floor
with the babe, inspiring him to get back to his feet.
     He again approached Nina, a great deal more slowly and
cautiously than before, much to Roxanne's delight. "It's slowly
beginning to dawn on this pea-brain that he has a fight on his
hands," she laughed. Derek threw a couple of jabs at Nina's face,
catching nothing but air as she danced back beyond his reach. He
then lunged forward to try to grab her midsection, presumably going
for some sort of wrestling hold, hoping to overpower her with brute
strength.
     Nina gave him no chance. She stopped his lunge cold with a
sharp kick to the side of his ribs. He grunted and shook with the
power behind the kick. Then that leg went down and the other one
quickly came up, and twice her foot blasted into the side of his
face like a rocket as she snapped high kicks into him. The second
one again sent him crashing to the floor.
     She took the opportunity to tease him some more as he rolled
on the ground in agony, trying to shake off the effects of her
powerful kicks. "C'mon, wimp, you told me you were a fighter," Nina
laughed mercilessly. "You act more like a target." The pain in
Derek's face vanished as it was replaced by rage. With the crowd
screaming at him, urging him on, he got to his feet and charged
madly at the amazon.
     Those stunning dancer's legs of hers coiled as Nina prepared
to meet his charge. Once Derek was close enough, she sprang
forward, crashing into him in a flying tackle. He grunted with the
impact as the two fighters landed in a heap. As they rolled around
on the ground, Nina managed to get her bent knee into his stomach,
then dragged him over until he was on top of her, their hands
grasping each other's shirts. 
     Derek yelled in triumph as he found himself on top, thinking
he had somehow maneuvered himself into that position. But his yell
quickly became disoriented as he realized her leg was in position
and she began powering it. The muscles in that shapely leg flexed
tremendously as it lifted the helpless man up off of her, then over
her as she flipped him over her head. Derek landed hard on his
back, quickly sitting up and grabbing at the small of his back
where he had landed in agony.
     Nina was back on her feet in the blink of an eye, reaching
down and helping Derek up. She quickly took his mind off the pain
searing through his back by landing a savage punch to his side,
right in his kidney. He howled with the torture she was putting him
through. Before he could recover from the blow, Nina again hauled
off, this time sending a beautiful punch to his chin with her left.
Her fist landed with a dull crack and he stumbled back into the
bar, dropping to his knees and hugging his arms around his battered
torso as he shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his head
from the force of her punch.
     At this point I swore I heard some of the voices in the crowd
switch sides and begin to cheer Nina on. I couldn't blame them,
since it was becoming pretty obvious she was handling him with
ease. She stood over him, hands on hips. "C'mon wimp, this fight
goes till one of us can't continue.. you don't wanna admit you're
too weak to go on, do you?" she teased.
     Derek picked that moment to lash forward, grabbing one of
Nina's legs and pulling with what strength he could muster. She
fell back, landing unceremoniously on her butt. He tried to keep
his hold on her leg and simultaneously scramble forward to get
within striking distance of his fists, but had no luck doing
either. "That's how you wanna play, huh?" Nina asked as she pulled
back the leg he'd grabbed. She moved that leg so that his chin was
cupped by the top of her foot, then her other leg struck like
lightning, the sole of her high heel stomping him full in the face.
He screamed as blood burst from his smashed nose, rolling over and
clutching his face. The crowd began to boo his pathetic performance
as Nina rolled to her feet for more.
     She hauled the battered man to his feet, and the blood running
from his nose speckled the bar as she thrashed the side of his face
with a backhanded punch from her right. As he staggered back, she
began a pirouette, bringing a long leg back and up as she spun on
the toes of her other foot. Nina's impressive wheel kick crashed
into Derek's face and threw him around head first towards the bar,
lifting him off the ground enough that he skidded on top of the bar
and lay there unmoving for a few moments.
     I couldn't believe it, but the crowd actually began to cheer
her on now. "Kill the bum, Nina!" "Give the babe a fight, ya wimp!"
When one loud enthusiast yelled, "Kick his head off, babe!" Nina
turned and grinned slyly. "Hey, I don't want to hurt him too bad..
he's just a puny little boy!" she said, and the crowd began to
cheer her. Roxanne beamed her approval. "You see, Mr. Black? I
promised a show the crowd would appreciate.. and Nina's not nearly
done yet."
     Derek was able to lift himself slowly up as he lay on the bar,
shaking his head slowly and moaning with the dull agony his
movement brought. "Unnnh.. dammit," he moaned. "Up you get, tough
guy," Nina chided him, pulling him back off the bar to his feet.
"I still got some punishment to give you."
     He'd had enough by this point, and tried the easy way out.
"No, no more, please," he begged. The crowd soundly booed him as he
pled for mercy. Nina smiled sweetly at him, then stepped up and
kneed him hard in the gut. The wind blasted forth from his body and
he staggered back amidst the crowd's cheers.
     "You're not getting out that easy, wimp," Nina told him. "You
know this fight goes until you're out cold." There was no trace of
arrogance in her voice, just the assured knowledge of her
capabilities. But she couldn't resist taunting him. "Unless you
want to admit you've been outfought by a woman. You think your
tough buddies will let you live that down?"
     The rage again surfaced in Derek's bloody, battered face. She
had totally outfought him; but his ego wouldn't accept it. He
charged at Nina, yelling, "Fuck you!" and threw a huge roundhouse
at her lovely face.
     She ducked it easily, dropping to one knee and responded by
balling both fists together and ramming them into his side.
"Unnnh!" he cried. Nina quickly stood and brought a hand chopping
down to the base of his neck, sending him staggering back again,
frantcially grabbing at the bar for support. "Okay, I'll convince
you that I have you outclassed the hard way, then," Nina smiled as
he recovered. The crowd cheered louder. "Knock him out!" they
chanted.
     Derek tried to regain some of his former cockiness without
much luck. "I ain't gonna let a girl do this to me!" he yelled,
convincing no one, not even himself. He advanced with his fists
ready, and began preparing another punch. But before he had a
chance to even consider throwing it, Nina snapped another kick up
high, smacking his face to the side. Amazing, her kicks just seemed
to come out of nowhere, they were so damn fast. Derek grunted as it
knocked all his momentum out of him. She quickly came in next to
him, snaked her arm under his and lifted, tossing him over her hip.
Again he landed on the small of his back, crying in pain and
rolling quickly to his feet. Big mistake. Nina pivoted and skipped
sideways towards him, leaning away from him and bringing her
shapely leg up. Wham! The bottom of her shoe blasted into his chin,
a loud crack as leather met skin and bone being replaced by a
scream from the unfortunate male. Nina's powerful kick launched him
backwards, his feet leaving the floor, until his flight was
interrupted by a table and he crashed down and through it.
Splinters flew everywhere as he hit the floor. Somehow he still
stayed awake, but he didn't look like he was capable of fighting a
5-year-old at the moment.
     The crowd's cheers magnified as Nina took the opportunity to
pose, emphasizing the seductive curves of her body and especially
her amazing legs. She blew some kisses to the enraptured crowd, who
flooded her with enthusiasm. "She's got him down, why doesn't she
finish him?" I said, half to myself, but Roxanne overheard.
"Because that's not much of a spectacle, Mr. Black," she informed
me. "The last thing this crowd was expecting was to see a beautiful
woman destroy a seasoned fighter. She plays on that surprise, and
also plays on the humiliation the man is going through. You'd be
surprised how many men find the idea of a strong woman who can
humble her opponents with ease very arousing."
     "No, I wouldn't," I thought, glad the table I sat behind hid
my bulging erection.
     Derek stirred on the ground, stubbornly refusing to let Nina's
power and superior fighting skills overwhelm him. Nina turned up
the humiliation factor as she tried to encourage him back up.
"Look, he's fighting back the best he can," she giggled. "Anyone
still think he has a chance?" "NO!" the crowd yelled, almost as
one.
     "Damn you.. unnh.." Derek mumbled, beginning to struggle back
upright. He was pretty groggy from the beating he'd taken from the
girl, but I know these guys. They always keep something in reserve.
He wasn't finished yet.
     Nina looked down on her victim with amusement. Like Roxanne,
she obviously enjoyed the power she had, the ability to destroy a
man physically and mentally. She was enjoying watching him wither
under her onslaught. "That's it, little man.. get up, and show me
how well you can fight." The crowd cheered solidly for Nina as
Derek shakily got back to his feet.
     "I'm gonna smash your goddamn head open," Derek vowed, taking
a step towards her and unleashing a roundhouse punch. It missed her
face by a mile as she hopped lightly back out of his reach with a
laugh. "Really?" she asked, then struck, kicking him harshly in his
side. Derek grunted loudly. "Try harder," she instructed him.
     Derek gave a war cry as his frustration took over and threw
all his power into another roundhouse, but again, his swing hit
nothing but air. This time Nina had jumped back to his side, and
she raised her leg menacingly. Her foot snapped into the man's
stomach with a thud, and once more, almost causing his feet to
leave the floor as he bent in two around her kicks. Once he was
completely bent double and incapacitated by the kicks, Nina stepped
closer and smirked. "It's time you got a closer view of the legs
you've been drooling over all night, wimp," she said, grabbing his
head and thrusting it under her so that his neck was completely
engulfed by her curvaceous thighs. The crowd whooped and hollered
with the sight. Derek cried out and began to struggle as she began
to squeeze his throat between her legs.
     He was beginning to turn red as he pried frantically at her
long legs in vain. He simply didn't have the strength in his arms
to free himself. Nina laughed at his pathetic efforts and the
gurgling sound he'd began to make as she clamped down. But Derek
wasn't going to give up quite that easily. He quickly tried
shifting his defense, began to try lifting himself, hoping to throw
the amazon off of him..
     But Nina put an end to that in a hurry. She put both her fists
together and pounded them down hard into his back. He sank back
down to his knees under her blow, his head still held fast in the
vise-like grip of her thighs. His struggles began to get more and
more feeble, and Nina poured on the pressure, raising herself up on
her toes so that the stiletto heels of her shoes were off the
ground. My God, her legs were a solid mass of taut, seductive, very
feminine muscle. I could almost hear the guys in the crowd drooling
over her. My erection screamed out for attention, but I somehow
kept control.
     Derek's pawing at her legs to try to free himself were rapidly
diminishing. One hand sank limply to the ground at her feet, the
other just seemed to be holding on for dear life. Nina chuckled
with delight. "Had enough, little man?" Derek was almost
unconscious, he had no reply. She turned her attention to the
crowd. "Whaddya think? Should I crush him out here and now?" she
asked. "No!" "Kick him around some more!" "More, more!" the eager
crowd chanted.
     Nina smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that!" she laughed,
releasing Derek from her leggy confines. He sagged to the floor,
almost out cold. She gave him a couple of moments to recover as she
worked the crowd, posing and flirting. When he started to move a
bit, she rolled him over to face her. "Let's go, wimp, I'm not done
with you yet. These people want more," she said, kneeling. A couple
of quick slaps to his face and Derek began to revive. I doubt he
wanted to come to his senses in the position he was in, though.
     The crowd's enthusiasm and a few more slaps brought him back
around sufficiently to call on his reserves. Nina stood again as he
revived enough to begin swearing at her. "C'mon tough guy, put your
fists where your mouth is," she told him as he cursed at her. The
crowd cheered again as he stood unsteadily, the mob thirsting to
see the sexy woman deal him more punishment.
     They weren't disappointed. Derek charged and tried a
roundhouse punch at her head, but Nina swiftly ducked under it and
came up behind him, kicking backwards as he passed over her. The
sole of her shoe landed hard in the small of his back, the kick
launching him headlong towards the bar. He thudded into it with a
grunt. She wasted no time in closing in on him again, but as she
came at him his hand closed in on a bottle behind the bar, and he
swung it around at her head. Nina barely had time to dodge the
lethal attack. The bottle missed her head by inches, coming down on
the bar instead. Derek looked momentarily stunned as the bottle
smashed to pieces in his hand without a single effect on his female
adversary, but he wasn't given the time to be stunned. Nina quickly
punched him in the jaw. "Unnh!" He stumbled back, nearly falling
down again, but managing to keep himself upright by clinging to the
bar for all he was worth. The next second he was flying back
through the air as Nina jumped towards him, put her hands on the
bar for lift and kicked out powerfully to her side, right into the
middle of his chest. Her victim landed hard on his back and skidded
across the floor for a bit.
     Nina chuckled as Derek lay there, his reserves of strength
almost spent. "You want some more of me? How much more punishment
do you think you can take, tough guy?" Posing provocatively, she
beckoned to the crowd for their support, and she got it big time.
I never heard a crowd cheering so loud down here.
     I took a quick look around at the mass of people. The loudest
support seemed to be coming from the females I saw here and there.
They looked like they wanted to get in and give Nina a hand. The
men in the crowd who had laughed at her before had gradually
changed their tune. Some of them looked shocked and slightly
afraid, some of them looked like they wanted to try taking on Nina
themselves but didn't have the guts, but most of them were
revelling in the beauty and power the amazon was displaying. I know
I was, this was probably the most fascinating fight I'd ever
watched, or so my erect penis told me.
     Roxanne seemed to be having a somewhat similar reaction across
from me. She'd been enjoying the sight of her fighter in action,
and now I noticed one of her hands had vanished under the table.
Her eyes were slightly shut with pleasure as she watched. Several
dozen thoughts were dancing through my mind as I looked at the
beauty at my table. But I remembered the fight she'd staged for me
and the ease with which she'd beaten one of my fighters, so I
tactfully laid my thoughts aside for now and turned my attention
back to current events.
     Derek stubbornly refused to surrender. He began to once again
clamber to his feet as the crowd ridiculed him. "Fight her, ya
bum!" "Do something, you wimp!" His glassy eyes focussed on Nina.
He knew he didn't have much time left before he succumbed to her
brutal beatings at this rate. He was truly a desperate man at this
point. He probably would have done anything to salvage something of
his ego. So he reached into his pocket and pulled out a
switchblade.
     He leered at her as the blade clicked into place. "Let's see
if you're so tough after I rip a few chunks out of you." Amidst the
boos and catcalls of the crowd, he rushed at her, swinging madly.
The first slash missed slicing Nina's breasts by mere inches. She
backstepped quickly as he kept slashing and stabbing at her. She
managed somehow to avoid the blade flashing around her as he
steadily pressed forward. "Dammit, stand still!" Derek yelled, his
frustration sending him into one last slashing swing, again barely
missing cutting her large breasts. But this time he reached too far
with the swing and overbalanced enough that he couldn't bring the
blade back fast enough. 
     It was the only chance Nina needed. Her foot lashed out,
sending the blade flying over the bar to stick straight into the
wall, as if it had been shot there with a bow. Derek stood stupidly
looking at it for a moment, his jaw slack, as the knife vibrated
from the force it had hit the wall with. He turned back to face the
amazon and was greeted by one of her high kicks, accurately
connecting with his face. The jarring impact of her foot spun him
around, off the bar, and to the floor.
     The crowd's cheers began to hit a crescendo as Nina spoke. "So
you need a knife to fight me, do you, big boy? How many hundreds of
fights have you been in before and managed to get out using just
your bare fists? And now you're fighting a girl and you need a
knife. Real impressive." The beaten man had no response, he was
having enough trouble trying to raise his head off the ground.
     Nina bent down and lifted him up to his feet by his collar. "I
think I've had enough fun playing with you, little man," she
smirked. "Time to put you down for good." She made sure Derek had
the bar to hold for support as she let him go, then drove her fist
twice into his belly. His loud grunts punctuated the dull thud of
the blows landing. She pulled him back up once the punches had bent
him in two, and landed a solid right to his mouth. The crowd peaked
as Nina's punch blasted him back a few steps, in anticipation of
the knockout blow. Her punch had pretty much knocked the daylights
out of him as it was, it was just that his legs had refused to
acknowledge the fact that nobody was home as he leaned against the
bar. Nina raised her shapely right leg bent at the knee, her high
heeled shoe glinting as it reflected the light off its polished
surface, then it blurred into motion as she snapped one last
devastating kick off to his face. I recognized the shout of pain
Derek emitted as the amazon's kick smashed into his battered face
as the final cry, the one I always seem to hear whenever a man is
decisively beaten into unconsciousness.
     She kicked him hard enough that his feet left the ground and
he toppled over and behind the bar, into a pile at the astonished
bartender's feet. The crowd screamed its approval as Nina hopped up
onto the bar, crossing her long legs as she leaned back to examine
his prostrate form. He wasn't moving, and he probably wouldn't be
moving for a good few hours at least. He was knocked cold.
     My erection pounded as the announcer began barking. "It's
over!" he called, almost drowned out by the crowd going wild. "The
lovely Nina wins with an easy K.O.! This lady will take on ANY
man!" I heard a lot of enthusiasm but not many volunteers to take
her on as she jumped down off the bar, posing, flexing, working the
crowd. None of us could take our eyes off of her.
     I was interrupted from my erotic trance by an equally erotic
voice. Roxanne's. "And that, Mr. Black, will guarantee a much
larger crowd next week. We can discuss the arrangements for next
Saturday's attractions once you close for the night," she said with
a wink. Hello, I think my erection just doubled in size. She stood
and began moving off towards the back of the bar, calling back to
me, "You'll have to excuse me, I must go and congratulate my
fighter on a job well done." My eyes lingered on her long nyloned
legs and superb figure as she walked away, my mind racing so fast
it was almost a blur. I turned back to admire Nina..
     ..And found she was gone. In fact, the crowd was noisily
beginning to disperse, moving off towards the exits. I was more
than slightly surprised by that. I didn't expect they'd be quite so
passive after the show we'd all just witnessed. I watched the
bartender and a helper trying to heave Derek out from behind the
bar. He was really a mess, his bruised, bloodied face peaceful now,
temporarily unaware of the massive pain and humiliation inflicted
on him. He'd probably never fight again. How could he? Every time
he'd even think about it, his mind would take him back to what
happened tonight, the beating Nina had given to him and the
humiliation of having all his fighting prowess ripped to shreds by
one woman.
     But my mind didn't linger on him long. I decided to try to
speed up the closing of the bar for the night. I wanted to see what
Roxanne had in mind for afterwards.