Suzie's First Loss
By Dreadnaught
Suzie loses her first fight for Roxanne, but Nina gets revenge.

     "Hey buddy.. you know where I can find Roxanne?"
     The rich female voice behind me jarred me out of my Sunday
morning blahs. I had been sitting at the bar, sipping coffee,
trying to get my mind awake enough to do the crossword in the
paper. Somehow I'd just been snapped awake without any effort on my
part.
     I turned to find a woman behind me. Not just any woman,
either. She was tall, slender, but firmly muscled, very curvaceous.
A short t-shirt covered a profound pair of breasts and didn't cover
a solid set of abs. A negligible pair of denim cutoffs were
followed underneath by two splendid legs ending in black high
heels. Longish brown hair and a beautiful model's face met me as I
brought my eyes back up.
     I tried to answer her question but my throat was suddenly dry.
I coughed and cleared it as she smiled a knowing look at me, as if
she expected this reaction from most men who laid eyes on her.
     "Ahem.. can I help you? I'm.."
     The woman interrupted me with a quick glance-over, examining
me head to toe. "I doubt you could, bud," she sneered. "I'm looking
for Roxanne."
     I knew I'd been insulted, but I was still a bit too
overwhelmed to really react to it. "Uh.. she's in the office. End
of the hall.."
     She was already on her way back. "Thanks, shorty."
     I gaped after her as my early morning stupor began to set back
in. I returned briefly to my coffee before the questions began
sinking in at last. Who was she? What did she want with Roxanne?
And why would Roxanne call me in this early on a Sunday morning?
We'd had a very quiet weekend, no fights scheduled last night, so
Roxanne had taken the opportunity to go off elsewhere,
"sightseeing" she had said.
     Finally, my curiosity got too much. I trudged my way back
towards my office, which Roxanne had unofficially taken over for
herself, more or less. I knocked on the door.
     "Come in," she answered.
     I entered to find Roxanne behind my desk, Nina on the couch in
a rather skimpy workout outfit, and the other woman sitting next to
her. Roxanne gave me the rather formal greeting she reserved for
when we had company. "Ah, Mr. Black."
     The woman paled. "You're Dave Black??"
     "Uh, yeah," I replied awkwardly.
     "I see you two met outside," Roxanne beamed. Nina broke into
a chuckle.
     "Suzie, this is David Black, the owner of this little
establishment. Mr. Black, this is Suzie, our newest fighter."
     I should have guessed she was an amazon just from her aura of
power. Oh well, I was still half asleep, so what do you expect?
Suzie stood and took my hand in a strong, nearly painful handshake.
"Sorry about the wisecracks," she apologized.
     She stood an inch or so taller than me in her heels. I gently
tried to extract my hand. "S'okay," I mumbled.
     I went and took a seat. "Suzie has kindly consented to joining
our roster of fighters, Mr. Black. Having seen her skills in
action, I was only too happy to ask her to join us."
     "Sounds good."
     Roxanne opened a desk drawer and pulled out a small wad of
cash. "Excellent. Now, Suzie, I'd like you to go and buy yourself
an outfit. As long as you feel comfortable fighting in it, it's
yours."
     Suzie simultaneously looked stunned and enthralled. "Really??"
She stood and happily took the money.
     "Absolutely. And there is a bit of urgency, as well. I have
received a challenge from a Mr. Klein. He wishes to put his fighter
up against one of ours. Naturally, I assumed as our newest fighter,
you would like a shot at him?"
     Suzie was thrilled. "Definitely!"
     "Wonderful! I've scheduled the fight for next Saturday
evening. Now, to help you prepare, Nina can show you around our
facilities."
     Nina stood and beckoned Suzie out the door. "You'll love our
gym, Suzie. We have everything you could possibly want.." The door
closed quietly behind them.
     "Where did you find her?" I asked.
     Roxanne smiled, reclined in her chair and brought her long
legs up on top of my desk. She never ceased to amaze me. Here it
was, at an hour of the morning when I was barely conscious, and she
was, as always, immaculately dressed in an impeccable and alluring
business suit, practically radiating an irresistible sexuality.
     "She was the sight I wanted to see last night, David. She was
fighting over at Olson's place."
     "She was what??" I gasped incredulously. I was about to try
expressing my concerns and fears when Roxanne calmly waved them
off.
     "Don't worry. Our friend Mr. Olson made the mistake of
treating her like he treats the rest of his employees, like dirt.
Naturally, she chose to express her dissatisfaction, and I assisted
her." She glanced down at her watch and chortled with amusement.
"In fact, Mr. Olson and his cohorts should just be waking up right
about now. I do hope they have plenty of coffee on hand to help
them. A few band-aids would probably be good too."
     As usual, Roxanne's confidence put my mind at ease. "You know,
if you keep beating up the competition like that, no one will want
to challenge you," I joked clumsily.
     Roxanne smiled sweetly. "I can't help it, Mr. Olson has become
by far one of my favorite targets. Speaking of competition, what do
you know about this Mr. Klein?"
     "I've heard of him before, vaguely. He's pretty small-time. I
don't think he even had a place to stage his own fights. He'd just
enter fighters at other places once in a while. Sometimes he'd win.
Most of the time he wouldn't."
     Roxanne thought for a moment. "Hmm. It doesn't sound like that
much of a challenge, really."
     "Are you sure Suzie's up to it?"
     "Completely. She astonished even me last night. She absolutely
destroyed Olson's bodyguards. I have total confidence in her
abilities. I just hope she isn't insulted by being placed in a
fight with what will probably be a vastly inferior opponent."

     Suzie had borrowed some of Nina's gym clothes, and sweat
gleamed and rolled down her magnificent body as she practiced
shadow boxing, throwing devastating punches out in tremendous
combinations. "You're right, this place is great!" she commented.
     Nina stood nearby, lifting and curling a pair of sizable
dumbbells, perspiration glistening on her attractive form as well.
"Glad you like it," she smiled. "It's great to have a nice, quiet
place to exercise and practice, isn't it?"
     "It's a lot better than my setup back home, that's for sure!"
Suzie's fists punctuated her statements as she continued the
barrage of blows before her. "It's kind of hard to get good
equipment in a small town, you know? I just wound up using whatever
I could get."
     Nina nodded as the two amazons continued their workouts. "How
did you wind up as a fighter?"
     "I always had it in me, I guess. I started fighting when I was
a kid, found I enjoyed it, and just kept it up. Then I got a job as
a bartender. It was perfect. There's always a bunch of guys looking
for trouble in small town bars. I was always happy to give 'em
some." The two girls snickered. "How about you?"
     "I didn't start out as a fighter," Nina replied as she lowered
the dumbbells and put them down. "I used to be a dancer.."
     "You too? I've danced for years! It was really a big help. You
can take a lot of dance moves and use them in fighting, you know?"
     Nina grinned. "Yeah, I found that out. Plus it helps so much
with your speed, agility and strength, too."
     "So what happened?"
     "I used to dance in a small club downtown. I wasn't quite a
stripper, but pretty damn close. Anyways, one night this woman
comes in, and asks me if I wanted to make some decent money for a
change. Seemed like I couldn't do much worse for myself, really.
Plus she had on a nice suit, practically smelled of money.."
     "Had to be Roxanne."
     "Right," Nina laughed. "Anyways, I asked her what she had in
mind. I remember she just said, 'Fighting men.' and I was hooked.
Well, the idea hooked me, at least. I'd never been in a fight in my
life. But I wanted to try it. Dancing for men was always a turn-on
for me, knowing I could have them begging at my feet with just a
few right moves, here and there. I guess the idea of doing
physically what I could already do mentally was an even bigger
turn-on. I wanted the power, I suppose."
     "I know the feeling," Suzie agreed, throwing more potent
punches at her shadow.
     "Roxanne told me I'd be perfect. I had the strength, plus my
dance already gave me a good background in what I'd need to know
for fighting. She was right. I studied and practiced day in and day
out, learned everything I could from her. When she felt I was
ready, Roxanne put me in my first fight at Black's place. I never
felt anything so exciting in my life. I knocked the guy cold."
     Suzie stopped her boxing and began to shake her arms to relax
the muscles. "I know, it's great. Have you been in many fights
since?"
     "A lot.. the first guy I fought decided he wanted to get even.
One night he hired a bunch of ex-army brats to beat me up. I think
a couple of them are still in the hospital."
     Suzie grinned. "Good for you! By the way, do you still dance?"
     "Yeah. I even still perform at my old club sometimes. I seem
to get a bigger audience now, since they heard I was a fighter. A
little extra money on the side never hurt, you know?"
     "I think we're gonna learn a lot from each other, Nina," Suzie
smiled. "Listen, how'd you like to come with me and help me pick an
outfit? I think I'll need one if Roxanne wants me to fight next
weekend."
     "I'd love to help." The two friends went to shower and change.

     By early Saturday evening the crowd was beginning to fill the
bar up. I was sitting at the usual table I watched the fights from,
up on the second level with a wonderful view of the entire bar. 
     Roxanne came up and sat across from me with a wide grin.
"Suzie's almost ready. Nina's back in the dressing room with her
getting her warmed up. You know, David, I think recruiting her may
have been my most intelligent move in quite some time."
     I couldn't help but grin. "Roxanne, you do have a way with
modesty," I teased her.
     She grinned. "I'm serious! I was talking with her just now.
Her motivation is simply inspiring, not to mention infectious. I
almost wanted to go out and fight a man myself there and then! Care
to go a couple of rounds?"
     "Ack, no!" I laughed. Roxanne was definitely the dominant one
in our rather strange relationship. Many times I had trouble
keeping up with her very voracious appetite, which increased
tenfold after she had won a fight. I remembered the time she and
Nina had taken me over to Olson's bar one morning, to avenge his
attempt to interfere in her business. Nina and Roxanne had been so
horny after the fight they had decided to take me. And take me they
did, or so I was told. I didn't wake up for hours.
     Roxanne delighted in teasing me. "Awww," she pouted. "Not even
a bit of play wrestling?"
     I flushed with the thought. "Well-ll.."
     My train of thought was interrupted as Roxanne looked over my
shoulder. "Ah, Suzie!"
     I turned to face her. She'd had an inspired choice of costume.
Her brown hair was tied back in a ponytail. A top of very fine
black fabric clung to her breasts, emphasizing their curves, and
displaying her finely muscled abs and arms. A miniskirt of the same
fabric clung to the lines of her hips and thighs, and as she turned
to display her costume I noted a rather high slit up the back,
nearly up to her rear. A pair of very sheer black pantyhose and
black high-heeled pumps secured to her feet with two delicate
straps completed the dreamlike image.
     "Roxanne! So what do you think of my costume?" Suzie asked
with a smile.
     "Oh, I think it's wonderful. Tell her, Mr. Black, what do you
think?" Roxanne nudged me.
     "Huh?" Despite myself, I was gaping. Suzie wore her outfit
extremely well.
     The two women laughed as Suzie sat next to us. Roxanne
signalled the waiter. "I do think we should celebrate what shall be
a long and prosperous career with us, don't you think? Champagne,
please."
     "Just water for me," Suzie told the waiter. "The champagne can
wait until after I put the guy away for the night." The waiter
moved through the thickening crowd down the stairs to the bar. 
     "I haven't seen your opponent turn up yet, Suzie.. nor even
his manager."
     "He'd better turn up. I'd hate to have to fight everyone else
here instead."
     "We can ask for volunteers if they don't show.. it wouldn't be
the first time someone got scared. It seems we've earned a bit of
a reputation."
     As the two girls continued their chat, I watched the waiter
return with our drinks. As he reached the stairs to the second
level, a short, thin man bumped into him. The waiter expertly
avoided spilling any of the drinks on his tray, while the short man
reached for him, apologizing profusely. The waiter thanked him and
excused himself to deliver our drinks. I watched the little man
follow him upstairs as the waiter placed our drinks before us.
     Roxanne raised her champagne in a flourish. "A toast to your
future in our fight roster, Suzie."
     Suzie smiled as she clinked Roxanne's glass and drank the
water she'd been given. I sipped at my champagne as the little man
approached our table. He was shorter than me, with a thin, wiry
moustache and a rather rumpled old suit. His eyes seemed to dart
back and forth. Overall he gave the impression of a humanized rat.
"Excuse me?"
     "Yes?" Roxanne said.
     "Is one of you.. uh, Roxanne? My name is Klein. I'm managing
the other fighter."
     "Yes, Mr. Klein, I'm Roxanne. What may I do for you?"
Roxanne's soft English accent betrayed nothing, but I'd known her
long enough, and I knew the trouble she'd had with other fight
managers. I knew she was on guard.
     "I just wanted to meet you," he said with a rather twisted
smile. "I'd heard a lot about you and your fighters. Is this the
one my man will be facing?"
     "Yes, this is Suzie."
     "Nice to meet you," Klein told her.
     "I hope your man's ready to take a few punches, Klein. I plan
on mopping the floor with him."
     Roxanne grinned. "I'm sorry, Mr. Klein, she.."
     "No, I understand completely," he said. "I'd be pumped and
ready too, if I were her. And I'd be confident too, considering the
record your roster has so far."
     "Thank you. Is your fighter ready?"
     "Yeah, he's in back. I should explain, I'm a hands-on manager.
I'll be close by the bar, so I can encourage him."
     "He'll need more than encouragement to face me," Suzie added.
     "We'll see," Klein smiled smarmily. "I have every confidence
in him, he's a seasoned street fighter. I'd better get down there
and get him ready. Suzie, good luck, and may the best man win."
     "Excuse me?"
     Klein realized what he'd said and snickered. "Oh, sorry..
well, you know what I meant." He left to head back to the bar.
     "It's gonna be a pleasure mashing his boy into the ground,"
Suzie grimaced.
     "Hmmm, he seemed pleasant enough," Roxanne said. "Maybe it's
just my suspicious nature, but.."
     "Ladies and gentlemen!!"
     "Oops, that's my cue. Remember, keep the champagne chilled,"
Suzie smiled, and got up to make her way to the fighting area by
the bar.
     The crowd began to quiet down as the announcer continued.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to fight night! This fight is to the
knockout! Presenting in her very first appearance here, a newcomer
to the ranks of Roxanne's fighters, please give a big round of
applause for Suzie!"
     Suzie strode into the cleared area in front of the bar, waving
and bowing to the crowd, which clapped in appreciation, as well as
throwing in a few wolf-whistles at the sexy girl for good measure.
     "And presenting her opponent, at 5'11", 205 pounds, the
dangerous Spike!" 
     Klein emerged from the shadows leading a large man. This guy
was scary looking. Clad in a leather jacket and jeans with cowboy
boots, he made his way up to the bar, expressionless. He turned to
face Suzie, and slowly removed his mirrored sunglasses, putting
them slowly into the chest pocket of his jacket. He then removed
his jacket. I don't think I'd ever seen a more hairy man. His head
was covered with a thick mane of unkempt black hair, he sported
about a week's worth of beard, his bare arms and chest were
absolutely coated with hair. One brawny arm bore a tattoo of what
looked like a railroad spike surrounded by barbed wire. Not exactly
the sort of man you'd want to see your sister dating. He stared
impassively at his female opponent.
     The announcer continued as both fighters indicated their
readiness. "Fighters, you know the rules. And.. fight!" Suzie and
Spike both brought their fists up in boxing stances and began
circling each other tentatively.
     The one thing that wasn't tentative, however, was the reaction
I'd had. The second the announcer had started the fight I felt a
pressure come down on my crotch. I looked up to see Roxanne throw
me a grin and a wink before she turned her attention down to the
fight. I moaned softly as my cock sprung into instant life, and I
surreptitiously moved one hand under the table, to stroke her
wonderful stockinged leg and the foot she had stroking my groin.
I'd really missed this.

     Spike looked carefully at his attractive opponent as he
circled her cautiously. She had firm shoulders and arms, with well-
defined muscles. Still, this was a girl. Her raised fists seemed
tiny compared to his own. How hard could this be?

     "I can tell you've never fought a woman before, tough guy,"
Suzie drawled as the crowd cheered her on. "Don't worry.. I'll try
and make this as painful as possible."
     Spike snarled. "I'm gettin' paid to fight you, girl, not to
take shit."
     "Bring it on then."
     The big man stepped forward and shot a straight punch at
Suzie's head. His fist swished through the space she had occupied
a moment earlier as she expertly dodged. Then whack, she landed a
crisp punch of her own straight to his mouth. Spike grunted and
stepped away from her.
     The first punch of the fight always got Roxanne going. I felt
her foot press down on my erection and had to shut my eyes against
the wave of arousal as the crowd noise around us drowned out my
moan.
     Spike growled at his miniskirted adversary as he rubbed his
chin. "One lucky punch ain't gonna win you this fight, babe."
     Suzie beamed. "You're gonna find out just how lucky I am,
ugly. Let's go!"
     Spike threw another immense straight punch. Suzie lithely
dodged again, only to find the hulking man charge her. He tried to
wrap his arms around her to clamp on a bearhug, only he quickly
found he wasn't fast enough. Suzie's right fist slammed hard into
his kidney, hard enough to make his eyes bug out. Her other fist
came down like a lead weight on his shoulder, at the base of his
neck. Spike groaned and stumbled back, and Suzie followed up,
punching him in the jaw. "Unnh!" He staggered back, but easily
stayed on his feet.
     "How was that for luck, tough guy? Think you can handle it?"
The crowd cheered Suzie on as she teased her slightly stunned
opponent. I brought my other hand under the table, one hand
massaging Roxanne's stockinged foot while the other caressed her
silky calf. A small smile of appreciation crossed her face as I
throbbed underneath her toes.

     Okay, so he could see her fists weren't as puny as he thought
they were, now that Spike had a couple of close-ups of them. And
dammit, those punches hurt! How could a beautiful girl like this
punch that hard? Still, he'd taken harder punches than hers. He'd
make her pay for the pain.

     Spike spat, "Handle this, bitch!" He charged and launched a
looping punch at her head. Suzie ducked underneath it, and Spike
roared in frustration as he brought his arm back and tried to catch
her with the back of his fist. She quickly jumped out of its path,
and lifted a kick to the big man's stomach. "Ouuff!" he cried as he
bent around her foot. "Oh, I can handle it, believe me," Suzie
grinned, bringing her fists back up as he recovered from the kick.
     Paf, paf. Suzie shot two hard jabs with her left to Spike's
chin as he came back up to face her. His head rocked viciously with
the punches, but he stood his ground until she knocked him back
with a right cross.
     Spike stumbled back away from the shapely amazon, shaking his
head vigorously against the power of the blows. The crowd was going
wild for her as she laughed at him. "I've been handling little boys
like you for years, ugly. Most of them go down after a few punches,
though. I'm impressed you're still standing."
     I felt a distinct moist spot forming under the tender care of
Roxanne's foot. I continued massaging it, loving the slick, sexy
feel of her nylons. "I hope Suzie doesn't knock him out too
quickly," I heard her call through the cheers of the crowd.
     "I hope she doesn't take TOO long," I replied. She chuckled.
     Spike had recovered enough to snarl once more, and prepare
another punch for the girl as she approached him. Suzie was again
too fast for him. Before he could throw his punch, her fist slammed
into his face with a crack. His head spun to the side, and the
amazon fighter met it as it came back with her other fist. "Yaagh!"
the big man cried as the girl's powerful punch spun him around and
sent him reeling into the bar. His legs almost crumpled out from
under him as he leaned against the bar to recover. The crowd yelled
for blood.
     Simultaneously, I felt an immense rush to my penis as Roxanne
pressed down and stroked it harder than before. It took a lot of
willpower to hold myself back.

     My God, that hurt. Spike leaned facedown on the bar, trying to
recollect his strength. There was no question in his mind now,
years of street brawling hadn't really prepared him for this. This
girl was an expert with her fists. He wasn't sure how many more of
those brutal punches of hers he'd be able to take.
     "Geez, are you okay?" Klein's voice came from beside him.
     "Unnnh.. yeah, I think so," Spike grunted. "She's tougher than
you said she'd be."
     "I tried to warn you."
     "I thought you said she'd be down by now.. didn't you get the
fix in or what??"
     Klein spoke quietly. "Shh. I did, it has to hit her soon. Just
hold on for a little while longer."
     Spike rubbed at the blood trickling out of the corner of his
mouth. "Fuck, that's easy for you to say," he grumbled.
     Suzie's taunting voice sneered at him. "C'mon, big boy, we
still have some playing to do.. ohh!" 
     Spike dazedly glanced behind him to see the strong girl whose
fists had punished him stagger slightly on her feet, her hand going
up to her head.
     Klein beamed. "There. She's yours."
     Spike collected his strength and turned back to the fight. No
sooner had he done so than he saw the girl shift her weight,
bringing up one of her long, shapely legs. He knew where the kick
was headed, and he also knew he couldn't do much to stop it. He
braced himself for the kick to his face.

     I was struggling to keep myself from ejaculating in my pants
when suddenly Suzie staggered. Suddenly Roxanne's foot was gone.
"Something's wrong," she said.
     Spike obviously noticed too, as he suddenly seemed
revitalized. He came off the bar at her, straight into a kick to
his face from the miniskirted fighter. But it quickly became
obvious as she shot the kick up that she was losing her balance.
She seemed to stagger mid-kick. The side of her high-heeled shoe
barely brushed the big man's face. The kick was still enough to
knock Spike back against the bar, but Suzie almost fell herself
before her leg came back down.
     Spike managed to recover before Suzie did somehow. He moved
in, rather dazedly, and drove a punch to Suzie's middle. She wasn't
able to tense her abs fast enough. The man's punch knocked the wind
our of her and sent her back a couple of steps. What was going on?
     Roxanne looked down into the crowd and saw Nina pushing her
way towards the fight area as Spike hauled off for another punch.
"Nina, no!" Roxanne yelled as Spike's punch sent Suzie spinning
down to the ground. Nina stopped and looked our way, her face
filled with anguish. Roxanne quickly jumped up from the table and
rushed down the stairs.
     Suzie flopped around dizzily as her male opponent pulled her
to her feet. She tried to fight back, throwing a very lame-looking
punch at him. Spike managed to block it. He took her and flung her
back hard against the bar, and she once again crumpled to the floor
as I watched Roxanne move towards Nina in the stunned, now silent
crowd. They exchanged a few words, and suddenly Roxanne seemed to
disappear in the mass of people.

     This was more like it! Spike still hadn't quite recovered from
the initial beatings he had received at the hands of this girl, but
Klein was right, he knew now he was going to win. He let his anger
and embarrassment power his punches as he pressed the girl up
against the bar. Each blow he landed gave him back a bit more of
his manhood. He punished her for every bit of pain her fists had
given him.
     He'd picked the girl up off the floor a couple of times now as
he hammered her. Once again she slumped down to her knees, her head
drooping lamely. Time to end this. He quickly rushed over and
grabbed one of the wooden bar stools, lifting it over his head..

     "It's over!" Klein cried victoriously as Suzie sprawled
unconscious amidst the remnants of one of my bar stools. I thought
I was going to be sick as the announcer bellowed in a rather
stunned voice, "Your winner by a knockout.. Spike."
     The crowd seemed stunned as well. A few grumbles of discontent
with the outcome emerged from the dazed silence. This was the first
time I'd seen an unhappy crowd since Roxanne had first shown up
here.
     I got to my feet and hurried downstairs towards Nina. As I
approached her I sensed the anger inside her. "Nina.."
     "Dammit, that was bullshit!" she cried, turning to face me,
her face a dull red. "Suzie was mopping the floor with that guy!
What the hell happened?"
     Spike had his arms raised victoriously in the air as his
manager wrapped a towel around his shoulders and then began dabbing
at the blood leaking from his fighter's mouth. The two men then
began making their way back towards the rear area.
     "Fuck this!!" Nina growled. "I'm gonna go over there and
finish what Suzie started!"
     "Nina, please don't," Roxanne's voice instructed. I looked
around to see her behind me. "We have more important things to
worry about. Mr. Black, please go call an ambulance for Suzie, she
needs attention."
     "Right," I said, moving towards the bar. "What are you going
to do?"
     "The only thing I can do right now," she mumbled. "I'll pay
Mr. Klein. His fighter earned it. Then I will accompany Suzie to
the hospital."

     The ambulance took us to the closest hospital, the Mercy
General. Suzie was wheeled into Emergency, still unconscious, with
Roxanne, Nina and I following nervously.
     Oddly, it didn't take long for a doctor to arrive and begin to
check her over. We stood around quietly as the doctor examined her
bruised face. "Hmmm, nasty. Bruises, contusions.." He flicked the
light pen he held and opened her eyes, checking the pupils. "Mmm-
hmm."
     "Doctor, will she be all right?" Roxanne asked impatiently.
     "Hmm? Oh. She's got a possible concussion, and she'll need a
few stitches.. are you three her family?"
     "No, friends."
     "Who did this to her? Her husband, boyfriend..?"
     "Uh, no.. she's a professional fighter."
     The Doctor looked at Roxanne blankly. "You're kidding." He
looked back down at Suzie. "I suppose that would explain the
injuries.. and mind you, with arms the size of hers, I wouldn't
want to meet her in a dark alley."
     Roxanne managed a grim smile as the Doctor barked out
instructions to some orderlies. "Get her a room, and set up some x-
rays and catscans." He turned back to Roxanne. "Miss, I'm going to
keep your friend here for the night. I want to make sure she has no
internal injuries, and keep her under observation."
     "Very well, Doctor. I understand."
     The Doctor trodded off, and just as the orderlies were
preparing to wheel Suzie off, she came around slightly and moaned.
     "Suzie!!" Nina cried. "Are you all right??"
     "Mmmhhnn.. never.. never been beat before.." Suzie mumbled,
her eyes seemingly unable to focus.
     Nina gently took her hand. "There's a first time for
everything.. you'll be all right. Soon you'll be back up and ready
to go at it again.."
     "No.. never got beat by a man before. I must have.. lost it.
Never be able to.. fight again.." Suzie began to slip back into
unconsciousness.
     Before Nina could say anything else, Roxanne put a hand on her
shoulder. "Leave her, Nina. She needs to be looked after now.
There's nothing else we can do for her." She gently began to lead
Nina and I towards a waiting room.
     "I wish we could do something. Dammit, that fight should have
been a cakewalk for her. And now she's so discouraged.." Nina
sulked into a chair.
     "I think there is something we can do after all, Nina,"
Roxanne told us.
     "What?"
     She pulled a small bottle, half full of a clear liquid, out of
her jacket pocket. "I went and did a quick search in our guest's
dressing room while they were distracted. I suspect that this
contains a drug of some sort which they somehow slipped to Suzie.
I'm going to try and have it analyzed."
     "Those bastards.." Nina murmured.
     Roxanne went into her pocket again and pulled out a business
card which she gave to Nina. "Meanwhile, this is the address Mr.
Klein gave me. Nina, if you'd be so kind as to go and.. speak with
him. I believe we could speed matters up considerably if he would
be so kind as to tell us exactly what he did."
     Nina leapt to her feet. "Oh, I'll speak to him, all right.
I'll stomp on his head in Morse code." She ran out into the night.

     Klein sat in his rundown, dingy office, counting out of the
pile of money on his desk. "What a haul!" he exclaimed.
     Spike sat on a ramshackle couch, which had one of its legs
replaced with a box, near the desk. He pressed an icepack to his
chin. "Damn good thing it was, too," he grumbled. "I still can't
believe how hard that bitch was hitting me."
     "What are you complaining about?? We won, didn't we? You're
the first man who's ever won a match against those girls. When the
word of this gets around, we're gonna be famous!"
     "What are we gonna do if they want a rematch?"
     "We'll handle that the same way we handled this one. I got
enough of that stuff I slipped Suzie to knock out an elephant."
     "What was it, anyways?"
     "It's like an antihistamine." Spike looked at him blankly.
"You know, like cold medicine? It screws up a person's balance and
makes them sleepy. It's a good thing I gave her enough of it. She
looked like she was beating the shit out of you for a while there."
     Spike growled and shifted the icepack to his left cheek.
Before he could reply, a loud hammering came from the office door.
     "Klein! I know you're in there, open the damn door!" a female
voice called from outside.
     "What the.." Klein's eyes shifted nervously to the door. "It's
2 in the morning! What the hell do you want?!" he yelled.
     "We got things we have to discuss, Klein! Open the door!"
     "Get the hell out of here! Whatever you want to discuss can
wait till morning!"
     "I'm warning you.."
     "What are you gonna do, kick the door in?"
     WHAAAM! The door flew inside, crashing against the wall as the
lock and one of the hinges splintered, and came to rest hanging
limply from the remaining hinge.
     In the doorway a sexy, olive-skinned girl clad in a clingy
sleeveless t-shirt and tight black spandex short shorts lowered a
long leg to the floor. "How'd you know?" she grinned evilly.
     The two men sat slack-jawed, staring at the beautiful brown-
haired girl as she strode into the small office. "Tha.. that door
was locked!" Klein stuttered. "You kicked it open?"
     "Brilliant deduction, Sherlock," she laughed. "They just don't
make 'em like they used to. Now, Klein, if you can put your tongue
back in your mouth, I wanna ask you some questions."
     Behind her footsteps approached and a large black man with a
shaved head rounded the corner into Klein's office. "What the
fuck?" he cried, approaching Suzie menacingly.
     "Jack, hold it!" Klein barked. The bald-headed bodyguard
stopped and looked at the shapely intruder. "I want to hear what
she has to say." He addressed her again. "You must be one of
Roxanne's girls."
     "That's right," Nina answered. "And I'm here because I know
you fixed that fight. Ten of this little runt couldn't beat Suzie
on a good day." Spike snarled as she indicated him, stood and threw
the icebag to the floor.
     "I got news for you.. uh?"
     "Nina."
     "Nina. Spike won that fight fair and square. Everyone saw your
friend choke."
     "Bullshit, Klein. Suzie doesn't choke when she's fighting a
man. You know what I think? I think you doped her. I think you knew
full well she'd have beaten up your gorilla here with one hand tied
behind her back, so you didn't want to take any chances."
     Spike growled threateningly and thrust his hairy chest forward
in his leather jacket. 
     Klein gulped nervously. "Y.. you don't know what you're
talking about."
     "You know what else?" the sexy girl continued. "I think I'm
going to have you admit it to Suzie's face. That seems fair."
     Klein mustered up some courage. "Look, lady, I know you're
upset, but you can't just come in here and accuse me of c.. crap
like that! You have no evidence, nothing!"
     "Klein, we can do this the easy way, or I can pound the shit
out of you and your chums here. Which do you want?"
     Spike shifted a bit nervously, remembering the beating Suzie
had laid on him before. Klein gaped slightly at Nina. "I know you
girls are good fighters, but you wouldn't stand a chance against me
and my men. Leave now, and you won't get hurt!"
     "Sorry boys, if you want me out, you're gonna have to throw me
out."
     "Get her!" he ordered. His men jumped to life.
     So did Nina. She spun and caught Jack the bodyguard hard
across his chin with a backfist punch. He grunted and stepped back.
Nina glanced quickly over her shoulder and kicked out behind her.
The shiny high-heeled pump that was strapped to her dainty foot
plowed into Spike's solar plexus with a thud. The hairy man cried
in pain and staggered back, falling to the floor near the couch.
     Klein had gotten to his feet behind the desk, but did nothing
but stare in shock and fear as the amazon turned back to face his
bodyguard. The black man snarled angrily and threw his fist like a
missile at Nina's lovely face. She dodged it, barely, and brought
a solid arm up and blocked his second punch easily. Before he had
the chance to throw another punch, the girl kicked a beautiful leg
up into his side, right into his kidney. "Ummmfh!" Jack groaned.
Paf! Nina punched him hard across the face, sending him stumbling
back a step. A second punch from her other fist to his jaw sent the
big bodyguard tumbling back into a filing cabinet in the corner,
and he collapsed to the floor, his face twisted with pain as Klein
looked on in horror.
     Spike scrambled back to his feet and charged Nina with a
bellow of rage. She calmly met him with a swift kick to his gut. He
shouted loudly as his body bent around the pointed toe of her shoe.
She then grabbed his leather jacket, brought her foot up again to
his chest, and dropped back. The big man yelled disorientatedly as
the girl kicked him up and over her, sending him flying with the
strength in her long leg as she hit the floor. Spike sailed through
the air, straight into the far wall near the broken door. He
crashed awkwardly down to the floor, landing on his shoulders and
doing a comical version of a headstand before he collapsed.
     Now would be a good moment to make a getaway, Klein evidently
decided. He tried running past Nina while she was getting up, only
to find something grab his jacket from behind and pull. He cried
out and tried wriggling his way out of his jacket, but found a
second strong female hand hold him. Nina pulled him back to face
her, and he virtually panicked. The girl stood practically half a
head over the ratlike little man, and her solid, defined arms and
shoulders made his undeveloped male frame look pathetic. She
grinned down at him. "Leaving so soon, Klein? Please, stay a while.
I insist."
     "No!!" he cried as he watched her prime her powerful fist.
Nina ignored him, and her solid punch to his face knocked him back
hard against his desk. He flopped to the floor limply, moaning in
agony.
     The other two men were clambering back to their feet to
continue the fight. Jack snarled at the shapely amazon as she
strode over to him, and leapt at her. He tried to wrap his large
hands around her arms, to try to hold her so Spike could have a go
at her as he regained his feet. Unfortunately, the big bodyguard
quickly found out he only managed to grab one of her arms, as Nina
shot a punch to his face. "Mmmmph!" the black man grunted as he
reeled back against the filing cabinet.
     Nina turned to face Spike just as he tackled her.  He hit her
low, his shoulder driving into her solid abs. She twisted in his
grasp so that her back thudded into the wall instead of her
shoulder as the hairy fighter drove her back. She quickly recovered
from the jarring impact against the wall, lifted a fist overhead
and brought it down like a hammer into Spike's back. He grunted and
stumbled slightly, and as he lost his grip on the girl she lifted
her knee up into his face. "Aaaagh!" he cried, toppling flat onto
his back.
     Klein had by now recuperated enough that he was able to sit
up. He stared in astonishment as he rubbed his aching jaw. Turning
to face Jack, Nina stepped forward and snapped a high kick to the
side of his face as he recovered from her punch. The kick spun the
big black man around and put him down flat near the broken door
with a scream of pain.
     Nina surveyed the room, with two stunned men trying to recover
from her beatings and Klein gaping at her. She grinned. "It's not
so easy when you don't cheat, is it, boys?"
     Spike was struggling back to his feet, his bearded face a mask
of rage. "I'm gonna give you exactly what I gave that other bitch!"
he swore. He swung a huge fist at Nina's face and hit nothing but
air.
     She replied by plunging her own fist deep into his stomach.
Air blasted from his lungs as he bent around the punch. "Not in
this lifetime, sugar," Nina told him. Spike gasped for breath.
"You're not gonna get another cheap win like that tonight." She
tagged him with a sharp jab to his chin as he straightened up. Her
punch staggered him. She grabbed his leather jacket in one hand and
dragged him over to where Jack was trying to get up. She took his
shirt in his other hand, and before either man could struggle, the
sexy amazon rammed both men's heads together. They both cried in
horrible pain and collapsed back down to the floor. "Nothing like
watching men put their heads together," Nina laughed at the
writhing forms of the male fighters.
     Klein was now on his feet, backing away from her as she
strutted threateningly towards him. "No, please, please!" he begged
pathetically. "I.. I.. It was all his idea!" He pointed frantically
at the dazed Spike.
     "I doubt that. His IQ is less than my bra size, Klein. Yours
must be even less, if you thought you could screw around with us
and get away with it."
     Panicking, he tried to run past Nina and escape. She stopped
him easily by lifting a long, sexy leg into his path, her foot
slamming into his gut. "Oooooh!" the small man yelped, knocked to
his knees by Nina's kick. She lifted him to his feet, turned him
around, took his arm and whipped him past her. Papers and money
flew everywhere as Klein sprawled over the top of his desk,
crashing to the floor on the other side. "I can tell I'm really
gonna have a good time hurting you, Klein," the sexy Spanish girl
smiled.
     Spike clambered to his feet as Nina approached him, smiling.
"Am I just too much for you, honey? You should have let Suzie knock
you out. We got a score to settle now."
     "Fuck you!" the big man spat, launching himself at her, his
fist drawing back for a punch. Nina put an end to that, lifting her
right leg, a sharp kick flashing forward to his jaw. He stopped
dead, and the girl quickly snapped another kick to his face. The
leather-clad fighter stumbled back with a loud grunt.
     Jack spun her to face him and punched her as hard as he could
in the stomach. He hurt his fist on her hard, defined ab muscles.
Nina grunted a bit with the blow, but a grin came to her face as
the black man stared in shock at her. "I'll show you how it's done,
sweetie," she teased, punching him in the kidney. "Ooomph!" he
cried, his face twisting in agony. "I guess your boss didn't give
you any idea what to expect, did he?" Her fist caught him in the
mouth as she jabbed at him, drawing blood and sending him back a
step. "Too bad. I'd have loved to have seen your face if he'd told
you a girl was going to beat you up. I'm sure I would have had a
good laugh." Nina jabbed Jack's jaw again, then sent him reeling
with a cracking left. He fell back against the door, almost
knocking it off the remaining, rather battered hinge.
     Nina strode back to Spike. "You like these, honey?" She spun
around in a graceful pirouette and kicked out her leg. Her high-
heeled pump smacked hard across his face. Spike yelled in pain and
spun face-first into the wall before he flopped to the ground. "I
do. I love kicking men around. They all seem to get off on my legs.
It's really fitting to knock men out using them."
     She met Jack as he took a few steps towards her by kicking out
to her side, the sole of her foot thumping him right in the chest.
"Pumnph!" he grunted, falling back hard against the door. He then
collapsed to the floor and clutched his hands around himself in
pain. Nina smiled down as she watched him vainly fight with the
damage she had caused him.
     Klein had dazedly gotten back up behind his desk, and pleaded
as he watched Nina stalk him with an evil smile. "Please, Nina, I
didn't mean any harm! Please don't hurt me!"
     "Did you worry about that before, Klein? Or did you just want
the money?"
     "I'll.. I'll give it back, I swear! Just please stop! You're
too strong for us!"
     "Yes, I am, Klein." She stood before him, dwarfing him. "And
I'm going to make sure you and your little boys know that for
sure."
     Klein began to try to whimper some more, but the amazon
interrupted him with a backhanded slap across his face. "Mmmph!"
was all he managed to say as the slap sent him stumbling away from
her. Still grinning, she effortlessly kicked him in the gut. The
little man curled around her foot. She grabbed him by the jacket
and held him up. "I'm gonna put you in the hospital, Klein. Just
like you did to Suzie."
     The man wheezed and tried to beg. "Noo.." he gasped as Nina
raised a fist. She slammed a short punch to his face, bringing a
trickle of blood forth as his lip cracked. He trembled in her
powerful grasp. Whack, another crisp punch from the girl exploded
on his face. His head bobbed drunkenly, and he cried from the pain.
"But I'll knock your two little boys out first. Watch me if you
can, Klein. You'll see what a real fighter can do when she has a
fair fight on her hands." Another punch rocked Klein's head back
and forth, and he sagged in Suzie's hand. She contemptuously let
him drop to the floor and headed back to her other two opponents.
     "Let's go sweetie.. or can't you handle being whipped by a
little girl?" Jack shook his head and saw the smiling, seductively
beautiful woman standing before him, her hands resting on her hips.
The seductively beautiful woman who he couldn't seem to land a
punch on, and who was beating him senseless. He snarled and
clumsily tried to climb to his feet and confront her. "That's
better, show me how a real man fights," Nina smirked.
     The bodyguard shot a punch at her, which she dodged. He threw
another, howling in frustration. The girl calmly raised her arm and
blocked it, and expertly replied with a crisp punch of her own to
his jaw. The black man's head shot back and he staggered against
the door once again. "I'll tell you what, honey," Nina purred as he
reeled in pain. "Leave now. Let me finish off these other two in
peace. You know now how strong I am. If you stay I'll hurt you as
badly as I'm gonna hurt them. Do you want that?"
     Jack's mind was still staggered by the fact that a gorgeous
girl was doing this to him. It was incomprehensible, and he chose
wrongly. "No.. I mean.. I ain't gonna let some babe do this..
OOOMP!"
     He was interrupted by a kick to his ribs. He winced and bent
around the pain in his side that Nina's foot had caused. "Good,"
she laughed. "I've never let a man walk away from fighting me yet,
sweetie. I don't plan on starting now." She took his shirt in one
hand and tugged him away from the door, and launched a solid punch
to his jaw with the other. Her fist landed with a loud whack and
sent the bodyguard reeling out the door into the hall outside.
     Spike groaned and climbed back to his feet only to find the
delectable amazon standing in front of him. Before he could bring
his fists up to defend himself, Nina kicked him in the face.
"Aaiigh!" the big man yelled as the girl's long right leg brought
her foot up and around to crash into his left eye and cheek. The
kick spun him around, bounced him off the wall, down to the floor
at her feet.
     Nina towered above him and smiled with satisfaction as she
watched his eye beginning to swell shut and blood beginning to
dribble from the scrape the polished leather of her shoe had given
him. "Aww, poor darling.. that looks nasty. Does it hurt?" She
knelt down next to him, took his jacket in one hand and lifted him
to face her.
     "Damn you.." Spike sputtered rather weakly. He feebly tried to
bat at her with his hands. His head rolled slightly as he was still
badly shaken by the power of her kick.
     "I guess that means it doesn't hurt enough, then?" Nina shot
a quick jab right into the scrape. Spike cried in pain as her punch
knocked his head back and forth. "Is that better, hon?"
     Looking over her shoulder, she noticed Jack stagger back into
the office, locate her, and stumble towards her slowly. She turned
back to the man she held helpless. The bruises and swelling around
his eye were now turning an unpleasant purple. Nina slammed her
fist into his eye again and Spike howled. She let him drop to the
floor. "Stay put, dear.. I have some more fun planned for you."
     Jack had staggered up close enough that he tried reaching out
for her. Without moving from her kneeling position, Nina spun and
fired a punch into his gut. The big man doubled up and stepped
back, allowing Nina time to get back up.
     "C'mon, sweetie, you don't want a girl beating you up so bad
you couldn't even get a punch in, do you? Give me a bit of a
fight," she teased him. Angry now, he took a wild swing at the
beautiful, exotic woman. She easily danced away from it. "Nope,
you'll have to do better than that!" She taunted him again as he
missed again and almost knocked himself down with the force of his
swing. "Not too impressive, honey.. try again."
     Jack put all his remaining strength into directing one last
punch at her face. He gaped dejectedly as the female fighter simply
raised a solid arm and blocked his knockout punch effortlessly.
"Bet you wish you'd left when I gave you the chance, huh?" she
grinned.
     Nina punched the black man in the chin, whack. He staggered
back, his legs wobbily, but still holding. "Don't worry, sweetie,"
she told him, sending a kick to his battered gut. The kick left him
bent over, gagging for air. "You're not the one I want." She kicked
him again, in the kidney, as he straightened back up. He cried out,
his face a twisted vision of pain, blood, and bruises. "I'll just
knock you out quick. And if you can live with a girl K.O.'ing you,
you'll be fine," she smirked, kicking him again in his ribs.
     "UUUNHH!" Jack bellowed, trying to wrap his arms around his
middle. It felt like the girl was kicking his guts right out of
him, it hurt so much. He'd never have believed she could fight so
well, just to look at her. She had a body any man would kill for,
her face could be a supermodel's.. and her fists and feet had
pummeled him raw.
     As Jack wrapped his arms around the torturous pain in his
body, Nina stood off and lifted her sexy but deadly leg once more.
She shot out a lightning-quick kick to his face. It snapped home,
smacking his head to the side and knocking him back a couple of
steps. But he stayed standing. His legs quivered unsteadily, but he
stood.
     "Wow, that would have knocked most guys flat," Nina admitted
with an air of slight impression. She stepped up, leapt slightly in
the air, and lifted her leg in another strong kick. Her foot
blasted into his face, sending drops of sweat and blood flying. The
awesome kick sent him around and dropped him across the couch. Jack
rolled half off it, his feet winding up on the floor as he lay on
his side, completely out cold. "But enough kicks from these legs'll
knock any man into next week. Sweet dreams, sugar." Nina grinned as
she turned back to her remaining targets.
     "Still watching, Klein?" she called to him. He still lay on
the floor, looking very stunned at the events going on around him.
"One down, one to go. Don't pass out on me now! You're next after
this asshole!"
     Spike struggled hopelessly to get back to his feet and fight
this woman. The second he did get back up, he heard the dull thud
and felt the horrid pain as her high-heeled shoe hit him in the
side, right under his ribcage. "Uuumph!" he grunted, Nina's kick
almost dropping him to his knees.
     "What's the matter, darling? Can't keep it up?" the girl
teased him, a sarcastic pout curling her lips. Before he could spit
out his angry reply, she kicked him hard in his stomach. He was
almost sick with the pain as he bent around her foot. Then she
blasted him again, this time kicking him in the opposite side to
the one she had just kicked. He howled in agony, sinking down to
one knee.
     "Now let's see, how would Suzie have knocked you out? A few
good kicks?" Spike had fought his way back up, only to find a shiny
pump bobbing entrancingly before his eyes, connected to a long,
sexy leg. The shoe snapped forward, pounding his face. 
     "Ummffh!" Spike cried as Nina shot the kick to his face. She
kept it deliberately light, not nearly strong enough to knock him
out. But the kick still knocked him back against the wall and down
to the floor.
     Nina grabbed his jacket and pulled him up to his feet. "No, I
remember seeing her punching you around. She'd probably have
finished you off the same way. Tell me, does that appeal? A big,
strong man like you being K.O.'ed by a girl's fists?"
     He managed to curl his lip into a sneer and make a fist, and
tried to get it up to fend off his female assailant. "Fuck y..
uuungh!"
     Nina's fists were far superior to his at this point. She
jabbed one hard into his cheek, right under his eye. Spike sagged
back against the wall, but stayed up. "It appeals to me," she
smiled. "You should see yourself, sweetie. Your face is like mulch.
Can you even see out of that black eye? Feel any loose teeth?
They'll probably need to stitch that cut on your lip shut.. and
think, who did this to you? A couple of sexy babes. Big, tough
man." Nina laughed as Spike's spirits crashed.
     Cursing weakly, he tried to bring his fists up. He wanted to
land punches like he had on Suzie, but he was too exhausted, too
weak, too badly beaten. Nina was right. His eye had swollen shut
and he could barely see at all. Her awesome kicks had loosened a
few teeth. His stomach and sides felt like someone had dropped
bricks on them. But he couldn't accept the fact that a girl had
done this to him. A beautiful, statuesque, shapely girl, but still
a girl. A mere girl.
     The mere girl's powerful right fist plowed into his aching
gut. His feet practically left the floor with the punch. "Time for
the big tough man to go beddy-bye," Nina giggled. She slammed
another punch into his stomach, then pulled him back up straight
and prepared her knockout punches. He barely saw her fists fly as
she delivered them.
     Paf! Paf! Nina landed a devastating combination, her left
blasting through his chin followed by her right landing on his
already very black eye. The big leather-clad fighter teetered from
those two strong female punches, then his legs gave out and he
slumped down, sitting at the base of the wall. He was very
unconscious..
     Grinning with satisfaction, Nina bent down and pulled the
shades out of his jacket pocket and opened them up. She was just
about to put them on herself when she reconsidered. "You'll
probably need these for when you wake up, darling," she told the
K.O.'ed man, kneeling down and sliding them over his closed eyes.
     Klein had watched in terror as the amazon had pounded his two
protectors into dreamland. He wasn't sure whether to pass out from
the fear and pain she caused him or from lust and desire as he
gaped at her in awe. After watching Nina floor Spike with a couple
of brutal punches, she turned to him and smile sweetly. Then it
occurred to him he was now alone, with no one to stand in her way.
He gulped frantically and clambered to his feet as she swayed
slowly towards him, deliberately, almost seductively.
     He raised his hands before him, trying to indicate his
surrender, or at least placate the female fighter. The shapely girl
didn't stop her advance. "No, Nina, please, please don't hurt me
anymore! Please!"
     He barely saw her long, well-muscled leg fly up at him. The
top and toe of her high heel crashed into the side of his face with
devastating power. Klein screamed as Nina's kick sent him face-
first into the wall and down to her feet.
     Stars danced before his eyes. Suddenly he felt a foot kick him
over onto his back as his sight began to return. Then he saw
something dark out of the corner of his eye descend towards his
face. It began crushing..
     "You're not getting off that easy, Klein," Nina told him as
she stepped onto the side of his face, pressing it down into the
hard floor. As she pressed down harder, he began to struggle,
wildly flailing his hands as he began to cry in pain. He grabbed
and slapped at her strong leg ineffectively as she crushed his
head, and she savored every moment of it.
     "You hurt a friend of mine very badly, little man. I told you
I'd enjoy hurting you, making you pay for what you've done. Believe
me, I am."
     Klein's frantic voice came from underneath the sole of her
pump. "Arrrgh! Nina, you're killing me! Stop!"
     "I'm not killing you, shorty. Just injuring you." She put more
and more of her weight down on his head, and his struggles became
more and more panicked. "Of course, if you admit to me you fixed
Suzie's fight, I might let you get up.."
     Klein's head felt like it was about to burst. The girl's foot
was pressing on it so hard his vision swam with red. He felt her
put more and more pressure on him.
     "All right, all right!" he moaned. "I did it, I dosed Suzie
with antihistamines! Aaagggh, stop before you kill me!"
     "That's a good start," Nina smiled, keeping her foot down.
"Anything else you want to say?"
     "Like what?" the muffled voice asked.
     "You know, we dancers can balance a lot of weight on our
toes," the girl mused, beginning to turn her foot slightly,
grinding Klein's face even harder into the ground. He screamed in
terror and agony. "I wonder what would happen if I did a pirouette
on your face?"
     "No, no!!" the short man begged. "What do you want?? I'll do
whatever you want!!"
     "Okay," Nina grinned. "How about the money you got for that
fight?"
     "I'll give it back!"
     "And what about Suzie? Don't you think you owe her an
explanation, and an apology?"
     "Unngh!" Klein howled as Nina increased the pressure slightly.
"She'd kill me!"
     "Klein, don't forget, I can kill you myself if you want to
argue." Nina ground her high heel on his face. "Remember?"
     "Aaackk! All right, I'll tell her everything! Please, let me
up!"
     "Good boy." Nina removed her foot, stood back and leaned
against his desk.
     Klein took his head in his hands as he tried to sit up. The
shock as he sat almost made him pass out. The king of migraines
couldn't feel much worse than this, he thought.
     "There's only one problem, Klein."
     "Uh?"
     "You're still conscious. We can't have you just walking away
from this, can we?"
     The panic returned as the sexy amazon stood and strode back to
him. She took his jacket in one hand, lifting him to his feet with
astonishing strength. He knew what was coming.
     "No, please, please!" he began to sob as Nina yanked him up,
tears pouring down his bruised, battered face. "Please, you're too
strong! Don't hit me any more, please!"
     The powerful amazon smiled down at him, an evil gleam in her
deep, radiant brown eyes. "Normally I like a man who begs, but in
your case I'll make an exception. I want to hurt you too much."
     The back of Nina's fist cut off any further pleading. The
punch smashed his head to the side and knocked him back to the
office wall. He felt his legs sag, and he wound up sitting on the
floor. He watched the seductive contours of the girl's leg and
high-heeled shoe come up towards his face..
     Nina lifted a shapely leg up as she stood over the helpless
little man. By straightening and bending her knee, she repeatedly
kicked him in the face. The toe of her shoe caught him in the eye
with the first kick, then she brought her foot back, so that the
sole slapped against his other cheek. She repeated this several
times without lowering her leg, grinning, loving the sound of his
agony, basking in her own power as bruises formed with each kick.
She listened to the sound of cartilage cracking as the sole of her
shoe smashed across his nose on a return kick.
     Finally she stopped. Klein could barely hold his head up. Nina
once again took hold of his jacket and lifted the pathetic man to
his feet. He couldn't stand by himself anymore, he was so out of
it.
     "Fun's over, Klein," the girl told him as he slumped in her
grasp. "I still have to take you to the hospital to get you patched
up before you apologize to Suzie. I want you to know it's been a
real joy beating you and your goons up, though. I'd imagine you'll
never get another chance to give a girl like me much pleasure, so
enjoy it now while you can, sweetie." Nina laughed as she raised a
strong arm and readied her fist.
     Her punch blew Klein's head back and sent droplets of blood
flying as he went completely limp in her grasp, totally out cold.
She let him slump forward against her, then bent down and slung him
over her shoulder. She easily took him and carried him out of the
office. Neither of her other male opponents showed the slightest
sign of stirring as their sexy amazon conqueror left.

     Suzie lay in the hospital bed, her head bandaged, the cuts on
her lovely face covered with small plasters. She hadn't regained
consciousness since we'd brought her into the hospital, until now.
Her eyes began to flutter as I watched her.
     "Roxanne, I think she's waking up," I said. She hurried over
to sit on the other side of Suzie's bed from me.
     Taking Suzie's hand in hers, she asked, "Suzie?"
     "Ummmnh."
     "Suzie, do you know where you are?"
     "Hospital."
     "That's right. What do you remember?"
     Suzie groaned softly. "All of it. I remember fighting that
loser.. Spike, wasn't it?" I nodded at her. "I remember I was
winning.. then I felt dizzy. He must have hit me before that, I
dunno.. and I remember thinking, 'So this is what it feels like to
lose a fight.'"
     "You didn't lose that fight," I tried to assure her.
     "Yes I did, Black. He knocked me out. I lost." She sounded
horrified with that thought.
     "It wasn't fair.." I continued, desperately trying to cheer
her up.
     "Mr. Black's right, Suzie," Roxanne piped in. 
     "Unnh, I know it wasn't fair. I know I had him hurt, I felt
it. But I still lost." Suzie seemed overwhelmed with depression.
"I'm sorry, Roxanne.. I wouldn't have bothered signing with you if
I knew my fight career was finished.."
     "Don't talk nonsense, Suzie," Roxanne gently argued. "You.."
     She was interrupted by a knock at the door. Nina's beautiful
face peered into the room. "Suzie, you're awake!"
     "Hi Nina," Suzie said weakly.
     Nina opened the door and entered. "I have a visitor for you."
She turned and beckoned out in the hallway. "Okay, get in here!"
     A very timid-looking Klein stepped inside. Or more like
staggered inside. He was a total wreck. A bandage covered his nose,
which had cotton wraps stuck up it. Bruises colored most of his
face, and a bandage patch covered one eye. His lips were swollen
and purple. 
     "You were right, Roxanne. A little bit of reasoning and our
little friend here had quite a story to tell," Nina smirked.
     Klein shuffled his way past the taller amazon up to the foot
of Suzie's bed. "What do you want, Klein?" Suzie asked him.
     He turned back with effort and looked nervously back at Nina,
then at the waiting Roxanne. "Suzie, I.. uh.."
     "Spill it, Klein," Nina threatened.
     "I.. I fixed your fight. I slipped you a drug in that water
you had. I wanted to make sure Spike won. I wanted the money and
the fame beating one of Roxanne's girls would give me."
     Suzie tried to sit up. "You little bastard," she cursed. "What
happened to Spike?"
     "Oh, he was a part of our discussion," Nina smiled. "I don't
think I ever had so much fun beating up a man as I did with him."
     "You damn well better have enjoyed it," Suzie growled. "It was
supposed to have been me beating him up!"
     Klein fidgeted nervously in the middle of the hospital room.
"And you, Klein," Suzie told him. "If I had the strength, I'd add
a few broken bones to what Nina's already given you."
     The little man winced and backed away from the bedridden
amazon, only to find himself moving towards Nina. He cringed in
terror.
     "Mr. Klein, I believe you have a choice here," Roxanne said,
a smile returning to her face. "I think we'd be prepared to offer
you a rematch.."
     "Yeah!" Suzie snarled. "I want to take on him and Spike
together!"
     "Nooo!" Klein moaned.
     "Then I think your other option is to get out of the fight
business," Roxanne smiled. "You see, not all the fighters you'll
meet will be as merciful as Nina and Suzie. I wouldn't be, for
instance."
     "Okay, okay.. you got it," the little man agreed readily,
shaking with fear.
     "Oh, and I'd suggest you make yourself scarce. I dislike
having to live in the same city with scum such as you. Unless, of
course, you'd prefer to have Nina visit you regularly the way she
did tonight?" the English girl asked.
     "No, no! I'll leave tomorrow, I promise!" Klein turned and
hobbled his way out of the room as fast as he could. Roxanne
laughed as he shuffled away and threw me a cheeky wink.
     Nina sat on Suzie's bed. "Feeling any better now?"
     Suzie smiled. "It's nice to know I haven't lost it after all,
yeah. Roxanne, as soon as I'm better, I want to live up to my
contract, especially since this fight was such a washout."
     Roxanne grinned. "Well, for now, just relax. I'm not putting
you in a fight for at least a month. I want to make sure you're up
to par first."
     "Oh, all right," Suzie gave in. "But I want something
spectacular when I'm better. Two men, three men at once. Something
the crowds will go wild over."
     "I'm sure I'll think of something," Roxanne replied.