Tara's big fight
By Dreadnaught
Tara defeats three men 

     After Derek got carted out by the paramedics, the week went by
pretty quietly. I heard during the week that Nina didn't break any
of his ribs, but they'd taken a good bruising. He'd spend a while
recovering. I didn't see any of the girls all week. Presumably they
were off training. I advertised Tara's big fight this coming
weekend under the header, "Tempestuous Tara". Corny, but that's
advertising for you.
     Once Saturday night rolled around, I chose not to sit in my
traditional seat near the door, instead picking a prime table on
the second level with a wonderful view of the main level where the
fights would take place. Roxanne was absolutely right, the place
was packed.
     While the crowd milled in eager anticipation of the coming
fight Roxanne joined me. She seemed to get more lovely each time I
saw her. Tonight she was all in black, including a pair of sheer
black nylons underneath her usual miniskirt. She smiled and sat
across from me. I was able to keep my mind on business, somehow.
     "Is Tara ready for the fight?" I asked.
     "Oh, she's more than ready," Roxanne smiled. "She could hardly
wait to get out here."
     "Who's she fighting?"
     "We had two volunteers from the Olson group," Roxanne told me.
I've known Olson for years, he was the manager Derek worked for. I
doubt Olson was too happy with one of his better fighters getting
slaughtered here by Nina last weekend. 
     "They volunteered??" I boggled.
     "Yes," Roxanne beamed. "Here's the information I have on
them." She tossed a file folder onto the table, and I took a look
through it.
     Her information was very thorough. One of the men was Larry
Young, a fighter very similar to Derek in size, fighting style and
temperament. I knew the other fighter, Nick Baker. I'd watched him
fight. He was a fat slob, over two hundred pounds. What he lacked
in technique he made up for in mass. The guy probably could have
been a sumo wrestler if he'd eaten more than the five meals a day
he probably had already.
     "You sure Tara can take these guys on?" I asked hesitantly.
     Roxanne smiled with confidence. "Mr. Black, I spoke with Tara
just now. She's so pumped up she could take on the entire American
army."
     I laughed. "Good.. it seems strange that the same agency that
Derek belongs to would send more fighters over after what happened,
though."
     "I agree," Roxanne mused. "We should keep on our toes." I
shifted in my seat with that thought, much to her delight.
     The preliminary fights were just wrapping up, the place had
been cleaned and the announcer was preparing to start the main
event. I looked around the packed crowd. I saw the same mixture of
crowd we had last weekend, lots of men looking to watch a good
fight, but many more women than I'd seen down here in a long time.
One in particular caught my eye. Quite a looker, if not up to the
three amazon beauties in my roster. Wait a minute, that was Olson's
secretary! Wow, I really must be making my mark if most of the
competition's employees were here!
     "Ladies and gentlemen!" the announcer barked. "Tonight's main
event is scheduled to last until one side is knocked out!
Introducing first, at a combined weight of 400 pounds,  Larry Young
and Nick Baker!" The two men strode out into the middle of the bar.
Both men wore jeans and cowboy boots. Larry decided he didn't need
a shirt, but Nick did, thank God. The man was obese. You had to
wonder if he had any muscle under all the flab, but having seen him
fight, I knew he did, somewhere. They got a mediocre reception from
the crowd, prompting Larry to snarl, "Cheer, assholes! We're gonna
have the babe begging for mercy!" He got boos instead of cheers,
mainly from the female contingent of the crowd.
     "And introducing the lady who will take these two men on, the
tempestuous Tara!" She walked confidently out from the dressing
room area amidst the stares and cheers of everyone. Her long blonde
hair dropping to her shoulders, she wore a one-piece leather suit
with a thick belt that kept it clinging to her sensuous female
curves, as if the tight fabric needed any help. The suit was cut
like a French bathing suit, very high around her thighs. Her
long legs were tipped in low-heel black ankle boots, and on her
hands were a pair of fingerless gloves, like the kind weight
trainers wear. Quite a sight, I thought, and the crowd definitely
agreed.
     I'd never noticed before how tall she really was. As she
strode into the fighting area, she seemed to dwarf the fat pig
Nick, who only came up to her chin, and Larry too was a good couple
of inches shorter than her. Of course, that might have just been an
illusion caused by Tara's imposing presence. She had the sort of
body you only see on TV aerobics shows. She wasn't huge, but all
her muscles were extremely well-defined and tight. Like a smaller
version of Cory Everson, I thought.
     The three competitors began to square off as the crowd cheered
madly. "Fight!" the announcer ordered. The two men high fived each
other and began to try to encircle Tara, who stood in a loose,
relaxed stance, letting them circle around her. The men weren't
nearly so confident, moving aggressively and threateningly. I
imagine after hearing what happened to Derek last week they weren't
going to let themselves get too arrogant.
     I was wrong. "We're gonna mop the fucking floor with you
tonight, girlfriend!" Larry yelled. Tara raised her fists as the
crowd cheered the fighters on. "Well, you guys better get going,
then," she sneered. "I ain't gonna go down all by myself."
     Once the two men were on either side of her, they both charged
in. Double teaming her was probably their best bet. Tara didn't
give them the chance. Larry, charging at her from the front, was
stopped cold by a forceful boot thudding into his gut. Despite the
solid look of his upper body, the kick bent him in two and drove
the wind out of him. Tara took a quick glance behind her to locate
Nick, and once he was in range, she brought her elbow back,
straight into the side of his head. "Unngh!" the fat man grunted,
reeling back. 
     Tara wasted no time, closing on Larry before he could recover
his breath. Bringing him back upright with one hand, she punched
him powerfully in the jaw. Her punch completely poleaxed him, and
he went down like he'd been hit with a truck. The crowd went wild,
and even I was stunned. "Tara was always the strongest of the three
of us," Roxanne told me with a grin.
     "Obviously," was the only reply I could think of. "She was
employed as a bouncer before I found her," Roxanne informed me. I
nodded. Of course, what else would she be? I returned my attention
to the fight.
     Tara had confidently turned back to Nick, who was holding his
head where her elbow had struck him. "C'mon, fat man," she taunted
him, "You wanted to get it on, let's go!" Nick growled and bounced
towards her, taking a roundhouse swing at her head. She sidestepped
the blow easily, then stepped in and powered a tremendous punch
into the flabby man's kidney area. Tara smiled down at him as he
cried out with the pain. "I'm gonna have you kissing the pavement
in no time, big boy," she vowed, driving another devastating punch
to his other side now. I swore I saw the fat on his stomach and
chest ripple with the punches as he almost screamed in agony.
Tara's man-destroying fist shot forward again, this time in a
straight punch to his mouth. That must have loosened a few teeth.
Her punch landed with a solid whack and drove Nick back into the
bar, and he sagged to the floor in a massive heap as the crowd
cheered enthusiastically for Tara.
     With both men down and stunned momentarily, Tara played for
the crowd. "I hope none of you laid any bets on this fight!" she
laughed, and the crowd joined her. 
     As Larry recovered from her overwhelming punch, he began to
stand back up. Tara was on him in a second. "Good to see you're
coming back for more, shorty," she teased. Keeping him bent over
with a hand on his neck, she balled her other hand into a fist and
smashed him in the back with it. Larry grunted loudly and slumped
to his knees. Tara moved behind him and hauled him back up, getting
him into a painful looking full nelson. His face was wracked with
pain as the blonde stretched him out. 
     I watched in awe as Tara practically picked him up off the
floor with her powerful hold. Larry looked almost like a toy as her
muscular arms held him fast. She began moving him towards the bar
and the slowly recovering Nick. Watching her manipulate this
fighter like a puppet had the crowd almost in shock too. Not to
mention the arousal it was giving me. This was amazing.
     As Nick slowly rolled to his feet, Tara released the hold on
Larry and gave him an immense shove in the back. He fell forward
into the bar next to his partner and stood there, painfully flexing
his extended back and shoulders. Both men looked at the woman with
something approaching fear. "I think the only chance you two
midgets are gonna have is if you both come at me," she laughed.
"C'mon!"
     The two men looked at each other for a minute, then decided to
accept Tara's invitation. Larry got off to a head start over Nick's
bulk, and he came at her with a war cry and prepared to throw a
punch.
     Tara responded by smacking him aside like a fly. A backhand
slap with her left sent him careening back into the bar with a yelp
of pain. He lay on the floor, stunned by her immense strength. 
     Nick came at her with his arms outstretched just as she sent
Larry down to the ground. She quickly sent a solid right into his
immense stomach. Nick groaned and stumbled back as Tara ridiculed
him. "Pretty lame fighting there, fatso," she grinned. "Maybe you
should look for a job as a department store Santa." Her self-
confidence just made her seem even more powerful and sexy. As the
crowd cheered for her I found a raging erection in my lap.
     As Nick growled at her sarcasm, she stepped in and drove the
heel of her palm hard into his solar plexus. He yowled with the
damaging blow. As her hand sent him staggering a few steps away
from her, Tara raised her tremendous, shapely left leg, snapping a
high kick to his face. Her boot rocketed into his fat cheek, her
kick knocking him back hard against the bar. He bounced off, face
down on the floor. The crowd's cheers surged towards her. She
responded by flexing her impressive biceps and laughing at her two
hapless male opponents.
     Speaking of surging, watching her amazon power at work was
certainly having an effect on me. Especially since I felt a sudden
extra pressure on my erection, moving it around in a very pleasant
manner. Odd, since both my hands were up on the table. I looked
down and found a sexy black pump attached to a very shapely black
stockinged leg kneading my penis. Roxanne winked at me. The rush I
felt almost overwhelmed all my other senses. 
     Down on the main floor, Tara was having fun at the expense of
her adversaries. "Let's go, guys! You two big strong men wanted to
take down a girl, let's see you do it!" Nick struggled to raise his
head up off the ground, but Larry was recovering his senses nicely.
As he lurched to his feet he cursed at her vehemently. "Shit, I'm
not lettin' some girl take me down," he spat at the taller amazon.
Looking around, he grabbed a bottle off the bar and hurled it at
Tara's head.
     She ducked the desperate attack, then came back up to find
Larry in front of her. Taking the most of his chance, he threw a
hard-looking punch into Tara's middle. I heard a solid thud, but
saw no effect. Larry's eyes almost bugged out. "That tickled," she
beamed. "Try it again." Another punch shot into her impenetrable ab
muscles, and another. The only effect was to make the crowd laugh
at his puny efforts. "When you're done poking me, you can try
hitting me," Tara taunted.
     "Bitch!" Larry screamed, this time aiming a punch at Tara's
beautiful face. He again looked shocked as his fist was easily
slapped out of its trajectory. Before he could come up with another
bright idea, Tara slapped him hard across the face with her other
hand. He fell back against the bar from her immense blow. "Where'd
you learn to fight, tough guy? Disneyland?" Tara smirked. As he
took a step away from the bar towards her, her fist came up again,
punching him in the jaw with an expert right cross, whack. He spun
around and sprawled out, his knees wobbling as his upper body lay
across the bar. Tara came up behind him, bent and put one hand on
his back and one on one leg. Her biceps flexed impressively as she
lifted him up off the ground and shoved him over the bar. He
crashed down on the other side in a groaning heap. The crowd
cheered and laughed loudly as the amazon made fools out of her
opponents.
     God, was she ever making fools of them. They looked totally
inept. And Roxanne's pleasure-giving foot was making sure I was
enjoying the spectacle immensely. I felt a stain forming in my
shorts as her shoe pressed down in exactly the proper way.
Nevertheless, my attention remained focussed on the fight.
     Two immense strides took Tara over to Nick, who groggily got
back to his feet. "Awww, what's the matter, fat boy? Dunno how to
take a few punches?" she teased, pouting her lips at him. Nick
found his strength with her humiliating taunts, turned and grabbed
a bar stool. Raising it unsteadily over his head, he swung it down
towards Tara. She dived in an instant out of the way, and it
crashed to the ground where she had stood and smashed into
kindling. Rolling with her dive, she came back up with her legs
coiled and leapt at the shorter man. As he spun to face her, her
tackle hit him, and he flew back into the bar with a yelp as his
back rammed into it. You could almost see the strength drain out of
his body with that. "Here, have a few more punches so you can get
used to them," she laughed, landing a powerful fist in his flabby
gut. "Oooof!" he yelled, and Tara delighted in the pain she was
inflicting, as was the crowd. Another strong punch landed in his
belly once the pain from the first one seemed to be subsiding.
Another loud expression of agony. "It's like punching a bean bag,"
she grinned. Her tight, muscular arms were annihilating her
seemingly weak male opponent. One more solid punch to his soft
belly and Tara began a combination, leading with the punch to
Nick's stomach followed by a rapid one-two to his face. Her fists
blasted through his face like shots from a rifle, the first
knocking his face to the side and the second sending him tumbling
back like a rag doll to collapse in a tremendous pile against the
bar's footrail. The crowd yelled its praise as she humiliated her
downed, nearly beaten foe. "That's it, fatso.. good way to
demonstrate men are the superior sex," Tara laughed. I didn't think
I'd ever believe that again. I had watched three women destroy men
with their amazon strength and plus I had a very sexy foot in my
crotch sending me into paroxysms of ecstasy just by rubbing my
member. That tends to change your mind in a hurry.
     Behind the bar, Larry had weakly managed to set himself
upright and was leaning on the bar for support, trying to regain
some of the strength Tara was rapidly pounding out of him. He
looked up to find his amazon punisher on the other side of the bar,
smiling at him. "I don't think you're supposed to be behind there,"
she giggled, throwing an effortless, almost playful looking punch
into his face. Her fist rocked his head, but instead of falling
back, he fell forward, sagging against the bar. The crowd laughed
with the almost comical sight. Tara's fists had reduced him to the
point where he was just a plaything for her. Leaning over the bar,
she locked her powerful arm under his and pulled. Her biceps
throbbed to life as she dragged him over the bar and flipped him to
the floor.
     Larry grunted and groaned feebly as Tara lifted him up to his
feet again by his arm. Pulling his arm straight out to his side,
she held on to his hand with both of hers,  then she kicked him
powerfully in the stomach. His feet left the floor as he bent in
two around her boot. With the yells of the crowd ringing in her
ears, Tara again smashed him in the gut with her foot. "Kill 'em,
Tara!" "Smash both of the losers!" Larry stayed doubled up from the
tremendous kicks she'd landed on him. Again Tara kicked him, this
time sending her foot plowing into his face. Her kick launched him
back to land flat on the floor, next to the still sitting form of
Nick.
     Roxanne's foot added enormously to the erection I'd already
had watching the muscular Tara destroy her opponents. Neither man
seemed to be moving in any hurry right now, and I doubted Tara
would have much trouble taking the fight to its logical conclusion.
Neither did she. She towered over the two men she was punishing,
her hands on her hips, laughing at them mercilessly, joined by the
crowd. "Awww, poor little boys.. this little girl too much for
you?" Tara teased. The men could only look up at her with glassy
eyes and moan at the effects of her beatings, trying desperately to
shake them off.
     I was moaning too, as the shapely foot in my lap pressed and
massaged my erection. God, I hope Roxanne wouldn't make me cum here
in public, I thought, but my ecstasy was interrupted as I caught a
glimpse of movement down on the floor. Two men began moving towards
the fight area, pursued by an angry-looking woman. I quickly
recognized the woman as Olson's shapely secretary, Elaine. Nice
outfit she had on, beige jacket and miniskirt, long legs, black
heels.. and wait, one of those fighters was one of my own, Bruno!
What the hell was going on?!
     Elaine was yelling at him to stop as he moved into the fight
area. Both men kept their attention fixed on Tara as she stood over
her two stunned opponents. Events went quickly after that. The
unknown man began running towards Tara. Bruno drew a knife from
under his jacket as he shoved Elaine back away from him. Damn, I
had a feeling things had been going too well. Tara didn't need
outside distractions, even though she had the fight well in hand.
Elaine yelled a couple more things I didn't quite hear, then
grabbed Bruno's arm, spun him around to face her, hauled off and
landed a solid-looking punch to his face. He staggered a couple of
steps and dropped the knife. Elaine looked as shocked as I felt at
this turn of events. I didn't think she was a fighter, for all I
knew she was just a secretary. Bruno looked shocked too, but he
recovered quickly and began closing in on Elaine. Tara heard the
commotion and began to turn, but not before the other man had
grabbed a chair, swung and smashed her in the back with it. She
dropped to her knees as the chair broke into pieces.
     The next instant, the foot in my lap was gone as Roxanne tore
off downstairs. I stayed rooted to the spot as the main event
degenerated into a street brawl. But the crowd loved it! They were
more enthusiastic than ever, cheering Tara and the new female
fighter on. It was like they thought it was part of the show..
     Bruno growled at Elaine and came at her, rage in his eyes.
Elaine was hardly dressed for a fight, wearing a rather formal
looking business suit, but she still stood her ground and kicked at
him as he approached, albeit slightly unexpertly. Bruno caught a
foot in his belly that knocked some of the wind out of him. Elaine
still looked shocked, seeing the effects her amateurish blows had
on him. He yelled and came at her again, and they began to grapple
as their arms locked and they pushed against one another.
     Meanwhile, the other man had pulled Tara to her feet, and
locked her in his arms, trying to keep her immobile. He only
managed to pin one of her strong arms to her side, but he held as
tight as he could and managed to keep her still as she shook off
the effects of his attack. "Come on, you assholes! I got her!" he
yelled at Larry and Nick as they dazedly began to realize they
suddenly stood a chance. Nick was up first, coming at Tara
unsteadily, his fists ready to reverse the trends of the fight and
begin doing some damage. 
     I caught Roxanne out of the corner of my eye as she closed in
on Elaine and Bruno as they grappled. "I do believe the lady asked
you to stop," she told Bruno as she came up behind him, driving
down an open hand chop to his neck. He fairly wilted under the
blow, and Elaine pushed him back into Roxanne's arms as his
resistance suddenly halted. She took both his arms and held them
behind him, rendering the big fighter helpless with ease. Elaine
stood gaping for a moment until Roxanne brought her back down to
earth. "Female fists are powerful weapons," Roxanne smiled slyly.
"Feel free to prove this to yourself." Elaine grinned and stepped
up to the bigger man, burying one of her fists in his midsection.
Bruno groaned and tried to curl up, but Roxanne held him fast.
Elaine quickly threw another punch into Bruno's vulnerable face.
Her fist impacted with a loud crack, and Bruno grunted with pain,
his knees beginning to wobble. Elaine still looked surprised at the
damage she was able to cause this veteran fighter, but she also
looked like she was enjoying it immensely. Elaine wound up and
punched the helpless man again, hard in the jaw. Whack. Bruno's
legs turned to mush under the onslaught. Roxanne's powerful hold on
his arms was the only thing holding him up. She told him, "I trust
this will teach you not to interfere in a lady's fun, dear boy,"
and released her hold, shoving him hard back into the crowd, where
he disappeared into the throngs. She then turned to the still
astonished looking Elaine and shook her hand. The two women smiled
at one another.
     Back on the other side of the floor, Nick charged Tara while
the mystery man held her as best he could. She met Nick head-on
with a high kick. Her boot smashed into his double chin and he
dropped like a rock. She then reached behind with her free arm,
grabbing the man holding her behind his neck. Leaning forward, Tara
flipped him easily over her shoulder, right into the onrushing
Larry. The two men entangled and crashed to the ground, crying with
their pain. The crowd responded to her resurgence with fanatical
cheers.
     Roxanne called across the floor to her amazon friend. "Tara,
are you all right now?" 
     "I'm great!" Tara smiled back. "Three men can lose as easily
as two!" She pulled the mystery man free from the nearly limp form
of Larry and kept a firm hold on his collar with one hand. The
other hand batted his face to the side with a backhand slap. He
writhed with the powerful blow. "I'm glad you decided to step in,
little man," she laughed. Her hand came back the other way and
slapped the man's face to the side again. As the amazon's hand
smacked him around, his legs seemed to liquify and it became
obvious Tara was all that was holding him up. "Beating three men up
at once might just give this girl a decent workout!" Balling her
hand into a fist, she gave him a mighty backhand punch. He sailed
back into the bar and sank into a pile on the floor.
     All three of her male opponents were down. Tara posed and
flexed for the crowd. "Go Tara!" "Finish them!" "No, I'm still
having fun!" she giggled. The women in the crowd were especially
enthusiastic. "Show 'em who's in charge, Tara!" "Teach 'em a
lesson!" Tara basked in the glow of the admiration. I had to admire
her too, her power kept my erection going despite the absence of
Roxanne's encouragement. This woman was amazing.
     As the three men began to recover, Tara gave them mocking
support. "Okay guys, here's the game plan. Three of you against one
girl. That might even the odds out a bit more.." she teased. But as
the men wobbled unsteadily getting to their feet, she finished her
statement. "..Or maybe not. You guys are a pathetic mess. I'm still
getting warmed up." The crowd laughed with her at the sad
performance of her male adversaries.
     The mystery man was predictably the first to charge, Larry and
Nick looking like they'd had more than enough of her punishments.
Screaming, "I ain't getting beat by no chick!" he jumped forward
and took a couple of quick jabs at Tara's face. She quickly ducked
back out of his reach, and the man tried launching a kick to her
head. At least it looked like he'd try to put up a better fight
than his two buddies. But it had the same effect. Tara blocked the
kick with her forearm, then stepped in and took advantage of his
off-balance state. A swift punch to his kidneys brought a howl of
pain. "Guess again, big boy," she told him as she delighted in
watching him struggle against the pain she was inflicting. The man
stepped back to recover as Tara continued her humiliation. "My
female fists are gonna cause you more pain than anything you've
ever felt before." He closed in and threw another punch into her
middle, but her firm abs absorbed the feeble punch. He began to
develop a distinct look of panic, much to the crowd's glee. 
     Larry meanwhile grabbed another bottle off the bar and
approached Tara menacingly, if slightly hesitantly. He didn't even
get a chance to use it. Turning away from the mystery man for a
moment, she turned and caught the barechested fighter with a
backhand slap. Her slap smacked through Larry's face and he
sprawled back to the bar, clinging to it desperately before he
could drop to the floor. "I'll be back to give you some more in a
minute, shorty," she promised him.
     Taking the opportunity, the mystery man launched a combination
attack, throwing one punch at her stomach and another at her face.
The first thudded into Tara's ab muscles with no visible effect,
and she blocked the other with her upraised arm. Her reply was a
crisp right cross to his jaw. The man tumbled back to the bar and
down with a crash. He lay shaking and feeling his head. I imagine
he was wondering if she'd knocked out any teeth with that massive
punch. "What's the matter, guys? None of you can handle a girl?
Awwww." Tara's mock sympathy had the crowd roaring. They wanted
blood.
     Tara strode over and hauled Larry to his feet. He was really
a wreck, after having his face smashed repeatedly by her man-
destroying fists. Bruises covered most of his head now. "No.." he
began to plead. "Please, you're too strong.. you win," he moaned.
"Did you hear that?" Tara asked the crowd triumphantly. "Poor tough
male fighter can't take any more. He wants the little girl to knock
him out. Should I?" The crowd screamed back enthusiastically,
"YES!" "Okay," Tara grinned. "I still got two more puny little boys
to play with. Goodnight, wimp." She clutched his throat firmly with
one strong hand. He gurgled and grabbed at her hand, but like
lightning her fist shot forward, landing a short but devastating
punch to his face, then pulling back and executing another. She
released his throat as her fist slammed into his face the second
time. Tara's strong punches sent Larry's eyes rolling up into the
top of his head, and as she released him he just seemed to wilt
under her amazon power, collapsing almost in slow motion back
against the bar and down to the floor. He crumpled over onto his
side and slept like a baby. The crowd went mad. "Tara, Tara, Tara!"
they chanted. "One down, two to go!" she replied, her body seething
with unbridled amazon power. 
     Down in the corner of my eye, I noticed the crowd had hauled
Bruno to his feet and shoved him back out of their midst, back
towards the two women who had pummeled him earlier. Roxanne and
Elaine grinned at each other as he tumbled down at Roxanne's feet.
"We seem to have gotten our friend back," she laughed. Picking him
up in one hand off the ground, she examined his face. "Bruno, isn't
it? I thought so. Please permit us to give you our warmest
hospitality," she beamed. Without missing a beat Roxanne punched
him solidly in the jaw. Bruno grunted loudly and spun around with
the force of Roxanne's punch, straight at the sexy secretary, who
was waiting for him. Elaine greeted him with her own punch, an
impressive looking left to his mouth. Her fist cracked home and
sent my ex-fighter tumbling back into Roxanne's arms. Elaine was
not too bad for someone who apparently had never fought before. She
was certainly making an impression on Bruno, who Roxanne held
firmly in her strong grasp. "You see what I mean about the power of
female fists?" Roxanne chuckled to Elaine. "One more ought to tide
him over." Elaine took her cue and stepped up, punching the
helpless male hard in the chin. Her punch sent his head shooting to
the side, then flopping down against his chest as his body went
virtually limp. That secretary packed quite a punch. Roxanne smiled
at her. "Now, if you'll oblige," she said politely, passing the
nearly unconscious man to Elaine, who held him up unsteadily at
first, then with obvious strength. "Make sure not to hold him too
close to you," she instructed Elaine, then addressed the beaten
Bruno. "Lights out, little boy. I'll have some questions for you
when you come around." Stepping closer, Roxanne kicked up high, her
foot blasting into his face. He spun out of Elaine's grasp and down
to the floor, out cold. The two miniskirted ladies had polished him
off effortlessly. The crowd cheered enthusiastically for them, too.
     Tara took a quick note of the proceedings and waved at
Roxanne, then returned to her two remaining opponents. Nick stood
leaning against the bar, ineffecutally trying to shake off the
effects Tara's punishing blows had had on him. He looked up,
seemingly terrified as she approached him. "How about you, fat boy?
You wanna beg for mercy too?" Tara grinned as she towered over the
shorter male. Her muscles surged with power.
     Nick's eyes practically bugged out of his skull. "He was
right," he mumbled through his battered lips. "You're too strong
for us.. please stop hurting me. You'll kill me if you keep on!"
His eyes drooped with the humiliation of what he'd just said. He'd
probably never conceded a fight to anyone, much less a woman.
     The crowd roared, and Tara delighted in her victory, but she
wan't done yet. "Well, fatso," she taunted as she stepped closer,
"Seeing as your only way out of this fight is to get knocked out,
I guess I'd better oblige." He waved his hands feebly at the
threatening blonde, whimpering, "No.." as the crowd cheered Tara
on.
     She punched him hard in his flabby gut. "Whooof!!" he
bellowed, her fist blasting the air out of him. She really seemed
to enjoy watching his fat ripple under her powerful strikes. A
punch from her other fist plowed into his stomach. He cried with
agony and slumped forward against the taller amazon, who easily
supported his bulk as his body began to fail. "I'm enjoying this,
fatso," she smiled down at him. "Watching you sag under my punches
is a lot of fun. Too bad you can't appreciate it like I do." He
began to crumple against her as his consciousness began to slip
away, but Tara had no problem keeping him up. "Aw, c'mon, you can't
sleep now, you still have to prove what great fighters you guys
are," she giggled. "Or I guess you are right now, by passing out
after a few punches from a girl. Oh well, wake up anyways." She
propped him up and slapped his face relatively lightly, over and
over until he began to regain some of his senses. Once he was able
to stand on his own, she released him and went back to the mystery
man.
     He'd stood again and grabbed another chair and was coming for
her. I guess he figured if it worked once it was worth another try.
He lifted it over his head and screamed with his attack. Tara was
unimpressed. She kicked him hard in the stomach with her shapely
right leg, stopping him cold. The chair tumbled harmlessly to the
floor as he bent double around her boot. "No, you don't," Tara
admonished him, but didn't have time to power home another attack
on him as she glanced over her shoulder to see Nick slowly
recovering and beginning to head towards the dressing room area in
total defeat and humiliation.
     She came up behind him. "Where you going, fat boy?" she asked
teasingly, spinning him around to face her and slapping him across
the face with the back of her right hand. He again sagged with a
barely audible groan under the crippling effects of her blow. She'd
pretty much kept him going as long as she possibly could, playing
with him. Anything she did now would knock him out. "If you're
gonna try to leave, I'm gonna stop playing with you. Sweet dreams,"
she said with a gleeful smile down at the battered hulk. Tara's
fist blurred into motion, her punch rocketing across his jaw with
a loud crack. Nick's eyes glazed over and he began to tumble back,
slowly at first, like a tree toppling, then he collapsed all at
once, back into the bar and slumping to the floor. He was out for
the night. Tara's awe-inspiring fists had claimed another male
victim. The huge crowd was going absolutely berserk.
     Technically, Tara had won the fight at this point, but she
wasn't nearly done, thank God. I was still hugely erect from
watching her, and quite glad there was still another man for her to
put down.
     The mystery man charged at her as she stood victoriously over
the beaten Nick, throwing a huge swing at her head in rage. Tara
ducked the wild punch and met the man with a punch of her own, to
his gut. "Unnngh!" he screamed. "You don't give up too easy, do
you?" she asked, bringing her fist back for another strike. She
punched him crisply in the chin, sending him falling back several
steps and causing him to frantically grab at the bar for support.
"Okay, little man, I promised my fists would cause you pain.. how
do you like it so far?" she laughed.
     He shook his head vigorously and massaged his bruised jaw,
barely noticing her approach him. "Damn bitch.. unnh!" he began to
mutter and climaxed his remark with another shout of pain as the
amazon drove home a beautiful right cross to his face. He staggered
away from the bar with the punch, but managed to stay upright. I
think Tara was just amusing herself with him. In fact, I'm sure of
it. As he stood shaking off her punch's effects, she closed in
again. "Just can't take being beaten up by a girl, can you?" she
teased mercilessly, and the crowd joined in the abuse with a few
insults of their own. But before he could reply to either her or
the crowd, Tara caught him in the mouth with a solid straight left.
Her fist sent him spinning around with a shout of agony to crash
down through a table. The wood buckled under his weight and gave
out, fragmenting to bits as he dropped to the floor.
     The crowd cheered until it was hoarse for the powerful amazon
as she stood triumphantly over her last opponent. He rolled on the
ground in agony, trying feverishly to regain his senses and some of
his strength. Tara's taunting voice helped him to focus a bit. "You
wanna admit I'm too much for you? Your two friends are lying over
there, out cold. Two big strong male fighters knocked out by a
girl! And you're gonna join 'em!" With the crowd's enthusiastic
applause ringing in her ears, she bent down and yanked the
struggling man to his feet. Turning him so his back was to the bar,
Tara punched him solidly in the gut, whump, then powered her other
fist in a punch to his jaw, whack. He stumbled back limply towards
the bar. She was just hitting him hard enough now to keep him off-
balance, not knock him flat. "My fists causing you enough pain yet,
little man? There's plenty more of it coming!" Another strong
punch rocked his head and sent him staggering back to the bar. He
stubbornly stayed on his feet and let Tara pound him. As he leaned
back against the bar for support, she closed in and gave him her
right-left combination, both man-destroying fists slamming into his
face. Her devastating punches left him barely able to stand. His
face was a mess, bruised badly, blood trickling from broken lips. 
     Tara stood before him, taunting him. "Poor helpless little
man.. can't take a girl's punches. C'mon, you don't wanna go down
without a fight, do you? Try to take a swing at me," she invited
with a smile. The man just wobbled on his feet, his eyes glassy.
She'd clearly beaten him beyond the point of being able to mount
any sort of offense. "You can't even work up the strength for that
now, can you?" Tara laughed. He groaned in reply. "I'm giving you
the beating of your life, wimp.. think about that. A girl causing
you so much pain with her fists that you can hardly stand up. A few
good punches and you can't even focus your eyes or lift your hands
to chase the big, bad girl off," she teased, her laughter at the
pathetic man joining with that of the crowd.
     The torment did manage to stir the man to something
approaching life. With a pained growl he pushed himself off the bar
and clenched his fists, only to be met by a solid jab to his mouth
from Tara. He stopped cold, teetering on his feet, about to fall
over the brink into unconsciousness. Tara continued her taunting,
even though the man was too far gone to really understand her
humiliating words. "I think these strong female fists of mine have
done enough damage to you, right, wimp? Time to show you I have
more to work with than some good strong punches." She stepped back
and raised her shapely, rock-hard left leg, bringing it up and to
the right, kicking him full in the face. Her kick sprawled him out
to the ground, and he landed face down in the still dozing Nick's
lap. Like him, Tara had knocked the mystery man cold. 
     The crowd roared and chanted for the powerful blonde amazon.
She towered over her vanquished male opponents like a hunter over
its prey. Laughing at the position the mystery man had come to rest
in, she told the crowd, "Aren't they so cute when they're asleep?
And they'll be asleep for hours. No man can stand up to this!" Tara
posed and flexed for the crowd, her tight female muscles rippling
and bulging. At least the mystery man who dared to interfere with
her fight will wake up with a comfortable fat pillow under him, I
thought. 
     As Tara kept working the adoring crowd, I noticed with a
certain disappointment that my erection hadn't produced an orgasm.
It probably subsided once Roxanne's wonderful foot stopped
encouraging it. But at least I wouldn't worry about looking like
I'd wet my pants when I get up.
     "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, with a record three
knockouts at once, TARA!" The crowd reached a feverish crescendo,
its female members especially enthusiastic. "Way to go, Tara!" "You
kicked their fat asses!" Tara bowed deeply and acknowledged the
crowd's applause, flexing her well-muscled frame, posing with her
feet triumphantly on the three pathetic, weak male fighters she'd
knocked out. The fight was over.

     I stayed seated at my table long after the crowd had left.
Tara had returned to her dressing room to change and leave. Her
three opponents lay where she'd left them, sleeping off her
beatings peacefully. They'd no doubt hurt like hell when they
finally came to, but that wouldn't be for a while yet. We'd called
the paramedics to come take care of them.
     Meanwhile, Roxanne and Elaine had been able to revive the
beaten Bruno. Roxanne held him up in a double hammerlock and
interrogated him while Elaine stood before him, preparing to
administer punishment if he didn't answer.
     "Welcome back, Bruno," Roxanne smiled as he came to. "You had
a nice long nap thanks to me and my friend Elaine here." He
struggled in Roxanne's grasp weakly, but she held him with ease.
"I'd like you to answer a few questions, if you don't mind."
     "I got nothing to tell you, bitch!" he spat weakly but with
determination. "Fine," Roxanne said, "Elaine, would you mind giving
him a bit of persuasion?" The shapely secretary smiled and stepped
up, punching the helpless Bruno hard in his belly. "Unnnnh!" he
howled, writhing in Roxanne's grasp. "Elaine here has a lot of
potential as a fighter, but she could use some practice," Roxanne
smiled. "And since we have you to use as a target.." 
     Bruno grunted and moaned with the pain. "What do you want?" he
asked with a scarcely hidden tone of desperation in his voice.
     "I'd like to know who paid you and your little friend there to
interfere in Tara's fight. Come to think of it, I'd also like to
know who he is. Tara seems to have rendered him incapable of
discussing this for the time being."
     Bruno caught a glimpse of the sleeping man against the bar,
along with his two badly beaten friends. I had to give Bruno credit
for his guts, if not his brains. "I don't know what you're talking
about," he muttered.
     Elaine stepped up and slapped him hard across the face with
the back of her right hand. Then her left fist blazed into his
battered gut once more. "Whoooof!! Argh, all right! Yes, Olson paid
us to interfere! Unnh!" he screamed, and Elaine smiled down at him.
"Good boy," she laughed.
     "And who is that man?" Roxanne asked as he spasmed in her arms
from the pain the two women were inflicting on him.
     "His name's Charlie Lucas. Olson hired him as a ringer. He was
supposed to be a specialist in some weird-assed martial arts form,"
the helpless man admitted.
     "It seemed to me like the only thing he specialized in was
getting knocked unconscious," Roxanne smiled. "And you, what was
your motivation?"
     Bruno spat at her. "To get rid of you, bitch! Thanks to you
and your friends I don't work here anymore! Black doesn't want real
fighters now, all he wants are babes!" He began struggling feebly
in Roxanne's arms, trying to get free somehow. Elaine put his
struggles to an end with another strong punch to his middle. Bruno
cried in pain and slumped in Roxanne's grip.
     "Ah, revenge," Roxanne said. "That makes sense. Of course, if
you pathetic little males were capable of putting up a decent
fight, perhaps you'd still be employed. Bruno, you've been most
helpful. Goodnight."
     "Wait, what are you going to.. no, don't!" he cried, watching
powerlessly as Elaine stepped up and threw a powerful punch
straight into his face. The secretary's fist rocked his entire body
with its impact, and Bruno's head slumped down against his chest.
He passed out and Roxanne dumped him to the floor in a pile.
     After exchanging a few words quietly with Elaine, Roxanne came
back upstairs and Elaine left. The paramedics began to arrive and
started tending to the downed men.
     "Did you hear all that?" Roxanne asked as she approached my
table.
     "Yup.. Elaine didn't know anything about this?"
     "No, she told me she just came to see what had everyone at
Olson's so upset. She was enjoying the fight when she saw those two
losers trying to interfere. She knew she had to try to stop them."
Roxanne smiled. "I think she shows a lot of promise. She says she
works out daily, but she's never tried fighting before. A bit of
training and we might have an addition to our team, Mr. Black."
     "Great," I said, but then my mind turned back to tonight's
events. "I was afraid something like this would happen. Olson
doesn't exactly work entirely above the table, and none of my
former fighters were too thrilled to find they were being replaced
by three girls."
     "Mr. Black, you currently hold a fight roster that will soon
be the envy of every fight promoter in town, not just Mr. Olson,"
Roxanne reminded me. "Look down there. Your girls defeated those
men. The crowd was bigger than any you'd had in here for months,
and it will keep expanding. I think you've made a worthwhile
investment."
     "You're right," I agreed. "Well, shall we adjourn to my
office?" My invitation was not especially subtle, but then amazons
aren't generally renowned for their subtlety.
     Roxanne looked at me with what almost seemed like sadness for
a moment before turning away. "Mr. Black, you know the arrangement
we made last weekend, kindly stick to it." She turned back and gave
me a smile, weak at first but slowly coming back to normal.
"Worship can wait until another evening," she winked. "I'm very
tired. I trust you to count out our fair share of the profits." She
turned and began going downstairs towards the door.
     "Wait, what's on the fight card for next Saturday?" I called
out as she prepared to leave.
     "I don't know yet," she replied. "I'll give you details
during the week. But I'll tell you what, if you show up tomorrow
afternoon at 1 you can help me with a plan. Goodnight!" She stepped
out into the chilly night air, leaving me confused, but at least I
had something to do tomorrow.
     I sat alone watching the paramedics disentangle the
unconscious men with some difficulty and place them on stretchers.
The cleaners began sweeping up the broken furniture and mopping up
the blood and sweat. I think I could sleep for about a week.