Suzie's Ring Debut By Dreadnaught Suzie Destroys all comers, in and out of the ring. "Suzie, together you and me are gonna make more money than you could possibly imagine." Suzie milled Olson's words over in her mind as she sat in his car. She wasn't quite sure what to make of him. Rapidly balding, beginning to get the sort of unflattering bulges that come with middle age, he didn't seem like much of a fighter anymore. But he had once been a feared man, or so he said, with more than a hint of pride. Plus there was no question that he did have money, she thought, reclining in the passenger seat of his white Lincoln. Maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to carry through with his promise of getting her in some challenging fights and lining her pockets with money. She imagined the two bouncers she'd just beaten up inside the Den slowly, painfully coming around, and imagined being paid to fight them instead of just doing it for the sheer pleasure. "I dunno, I can imagine a lot," she said. "What's the first step?" "Well, first thing we gotta do is get you in on a fight night, as soon as possible. Probably this coming weekend would be good.. is that all right with you?" She nodded a reply. "Good.. hmmm." He took a long look at her. "Before we put you in the ring we gotta get you a costume, though." "Huh? What's wrong with this?" Suzie was wearing her preferred clothes, a skimpy t-shirt and high-cut denim shorts with a pair of black high heels. She preferred it because the men she'd fight would usually be easily distracted by her splendid figure, long, attractive legs and well-muscled, firm arms and abs. There was nothing wrong with using one's assets to your advantage during a confrontation, she figured. Olson just grinned lasciviously at her, "Absolutely nothing, but remember, you're not in a small town anymore. This is big! We're in a big city, and you'll be fighting in front of hundreds of paying customers." Suzie reluctantly agreed, "Oh, all right.. hey!" Olson had suddenly started the car and went screeching out of the parking lot to the casino they had been in. The fuzzy dice on Olson's rear view mirror nearly smacked her in the face. "Where the hell are we going?" "To the guy I always get to make costumes for my fighters, he'll do a great job for you!" "What about my car?" "I'll bring you back when we're done, I promise!" Olson sped his way through the early afternoon traffic to their destination. Their destination turned out to be a place in the downtown area called Palmer's. "I get all my fighters outfits here. The guy knows clothes," Olson enthused. Suzie was less than enthusiastic as they entered. The mannequins in the window wore loudly colorful suits that wouldn't have looked out of place in the mid-70's. "Uh, if you say so," she muttered. "Ah, Mr. Olson!" "Palmer!" Olson beamed at the skinny man who approached them, "We could use your help here." Palmer sidled his way up to them. "Of course, is the young lady looking to buy one of my quality dresses this fine day? We have a new summer line in.." "No, Palmer, she'll need a fighting costume." The man looked at her with the sort of quizzical, patronizing grin a kindergarten teacher gives a new student. "Oh, the lady is one of your fighters, is she?" "Yes, she is!" Suzie interrupted, "Want a demonstration, little man?" Palmer backed a step away as Suzie raised a strong-looking arm with a solid fist at the end. "Uh, no.. I'm sorry. All right, one fighting costume coming up. What did you have in mind for her, Mr. Olson?" "Wait a minute," Suzie objected, "don't I get a say in this?" "Sure you do," Olson said. "You have to tell him your sizes, since I don't know them." "No, I meant.." "Suzie, honey.. trust me. The fighting business here is like.. well, it's like show business. A lot of thought and effort has to go into appearances. People will pay just to see a good-looking fighter alone, you know. And I've been in this business for years, don't you think I know what the people want to see?" "Well.." "Good!" Olson grinned. "I hope you don't mind trying on these outfits as we're looking through them." Suzie grumbled to herself as Palmer piped up. "Mr. Olson, you should know, I've never had to do an outfit for a female fighter before." "I'm not worried, Palmer, you've done great costumes for all my other fighters! Now, here's what I had in mind.." Well, people shouldn't be able to ignore the fact that even though she's a fighter, she's female.. "I doubt that'll be a problem, Mr. Olson," Palmer said, his eyes running up and down Suzie's lovely body. Let's see.. can we start with a one-piece outfit? Something like a bathing suit, maybe? "Good idea," Suzie smiled for the first time since she entered the store. "How about a nice black outfit, maybe in worsted? That'd be good, nice and clingy.." "I'm afraid we don't have that," Palmer said. "We can get you spandex." "Oh," Suzie sighed. "You can't get it in any other fabric?" "Spandex is good enough. When we start making money, you can get it in a more expensive fabric." "Mr. Olson is right, worsted can be expensive," Palmer nodded. "Miss, I'm going to need your measurements.." Suzie smiled as she watched the man's reaction as she gave them. "Yes.. uh, well, I think we'll need to get a made-to-measure suit. Most of Mr. Olson's other fighters don't have such, uh.. impressive attributes." "Oh well, I guess that can't be helped.. now, how about a skirt?" "Yes sir, I believe we have a skirt that will fit her.." Palmer went in the back for a few minutes. "Here we are.." Suzie examined the thin black tube Palmer handed her. "Polyester?" "The finest." She sighed audibly. Try it on. Suzie went into a changing room and emerged with the tight black mini clinging tantalizingly to her upper thighs. "I can't wear this." What? Why not? "It's too tight." "Looks fine to me," Palmer practically drooled. Suzie ignored him. "It needs to be slit, or have an opening of some sort." Why? "Because.. oh hell, watch." Suzie's left foot blurred into motion as she did a high kick, her foot winding up over her head. The sudden move tore the cheap fabric cleanly up the back and gave the two men a fleeting glimpse of her panties as her leg shot up and back down. Palmer gasped and looked like he was about to faint. "See? If that happens every time I go to kick someone, I'll be going through about ten skirts a fight!" I wish you hadn't done that.. all right, Palmer, have you got anything that'll let her move? "Yes sir, I'll have a look," he grumbled. "Shall I have this skirt repaired, since you've already bought it?" Please. "Why bother? I'll never wear it," Suzie snorted as she strode back to the change room. "Try this one on, Miss," Palmer handed another skirt over the door of the cabin Suzie occupied. She soon came back out with the new one on. It was just as short, but much looser and pleated. Is that one better? "Let's see," Suzie said, then before either man could object another awe-inspiring high kick went up and down. "Much better." The two men gasped and looked mildly surprised at the lack of an audible ripping noise. Suzie pulled at the short black skirt, fluffing it and fussing over it. "It's still polyester, haven't you got anything else?" "Sorry, Miss." "It's good enough. At least it lets you move without tearing." "Yeah," Suzie admitted, "but of course every time I do a kick you can see right up it." It's okay, the thong of the costume will be black. "You must be kidding." Look, think of the money we'll be making. Isn't that what's important? The amazon sighed. "Right. Now, we want to make sure to accent your femininity.. how about some fishnets?" "You want me to wear pantyhose under all this too?" "Yeah, trust me. It'll make your legs look even sexier." "If you say so.. do they have to be fishnets? Can't I wear a sheer pair instead?" "Um.. ah, what the hell. Get a few pairs of each. Just make sure they're black to match the outfit." Suzie grinned and proceeded to grab the most expensive pairs she could find. "What are we doing for footwear?" Palmer asked. "Hmm.. I've got it, how about a pair of boots? Spiked heels, say knee- high, black leather.." Suzie practically choked. "You have to be kidding! That's so cliche!" "Maybe, but they'll be sexy! They won't be able to take their eyes off you!" "So what's wrong with my pumps? I haven't had many guys take their eyes off me as I am, y'know." "Those shoes are fine, but we want something a bit more.. showy. You know what I mean? " "Yeah yeah, this is show business, I know. All right, but can we make sure the heel isn't too high? It's not easy to fight in a pair of four inch heels, y'know." "All right, two inch heels?" "That's what I'm used to." "Great." "Miss, if you'd care to have a seat, I'll take some measurements and have a pair ready as soon as I can.." Palmer motioned her to a chair. Suzie maintained the slight scowl she'd had since the fittings started until she kicked off her shoe and observed Palmer's hands trembling as he began handling her shapely foot. Then a sly grin formed. "What's the matter, never seen a girl's foot before? Or are you still thinking of those high kicks?" she snickered as Palmer squirmed around, trying to cover his erection awkwardly. "Suzie, not now, please, we're still working on your outfit." She sighed. "Not my fault he has hormones," she said, then relaxed and let Palmer's shaky hands take the measurements of her foot. "There's one thing I was wondering.." "Hmm?" Suzie asked. "How do you manage to do those high kicks without sending your shoes flying?" "Very carefully," she grinned slyly. "Well.. oh, never mind. Now, anything else you need to finish the costume?" "Umm.." Suzie thought for a minute. "I thought I saw a cashmere sweater here, how about that? It would make a nice top." "Do you know how expensive those are?? How about you bring one of your t-shirts and tie it in the middle? That'll make it nice and clingy." "I really hope we're gonna make enough money that I can afford a better outfit, Olson." "We will, don't worry. For now, just worry about the fight you got coming up, and let me worry about how you look." Another sigh. "All right, I'll bring a t-shirt. Sleeveless, I guess?" "That'd be good. Let them see your arms, that'll get them going too. Oh, and a pair of black gloves. Make them tight, real hand-huggers. They shouldn't go up past her wrists, Palmer." Palmer stood, quivering slightly. He looked somewhat overcome after getting sizes for Suzie's boots, especially since she made no effort to hide the lacy, silky panties that were very visible up the skirt she still wore. "V-very good, Mr. Olson, I'll have Miss Suzie's outfit ready as soon as possible." Is next weekend too soon? I'd like to get her in a fight by then. "No, I think I can manage that," Palmer blurted. "Umm.. do you think I could get tickets? For a friend, of course.." Suzie burst out laughing. "I'm gonna put my shorts back on," she said, winking at the little man, then hopped back towards the change room. "Send me the bill. Oh, and you may want to add on the outfit she said she wanted, it'll just be our secret.. " "So tell me about the guy I'll be fighting," Suzie said as Olson drove her back to her car. "His name's Bruce Lepage, but he goes by his nickname, The Mangler." Suzie suppressed a giggle. "You're kidding." "No, I'm not. He's vicious. Likes causing pain." "I hope he likes receiving it, too." "I'm serious. He's been in my roster for a year. He's only been beat twice, and those were in the fights I call the gang bangs, where I just throw six guys in the ring and let them go at it. He got triple- teamed." "I think I'm going to enjoy this," Suzie beamed. "I doubt it. I set this fight up specifically to see what you can do. I'll be impressed if you come out in one piece." "Olson, you've seen what I can do. I told you I'd take on any man you put me up against and win. I meant that." "We'll see. You gotta remember I got a lot of men in my fight roster who don't like the idea of fighting a woman. They're gonna want to see you can hold your own in a real fight." "And you want to see it yourself too, don't you?" Suzie sneered. "Don't worry Olson, I'll convince them.. and you. One by one, with my fists, if I have to." Olson pulled his tacky car up outside the casino where Suzie's car was parked. "The fight starts at 9 Saturday night. Show up at my office a couple hours early, you can get in some practice time." "I'll be there," she said, getting out of the car. "Just make sure the Mangler's there. And make sure he's prepared for a hurting." Olson had made all the preparations for the match he could. Saturday evening found Suzie showing up early, grumbling as Olson gave her the costume they'd picked out, then vanishing off into the changing rooms near the ring for the time remaining. As 9:00 approached, Olson went back and knocked on Suzie's dressing room. "Come in, Olson," she called. Olson went in to find her in her costume, practicing a few punches. The single-piece black costume and sleeveless t-shirt covered her shapely breasts while still keeping them very prominent, and even Olson had to admit to himself that she had a very firm, packed pair of arms.. for a girl, at least. The black skirt, sheer nylons and tall boots were simply breathtaking on her. "I hope you're happy," Suzie sneered as she continued throwing an impressive volley of punches into the air. "This is the tackiest thing I've ever worn. I wish you'd let me wear some of my dancewear." "Later, once the crowds get to know you.. are you about ready?" "Yeah.. tell me about the rules for this fight again?" "It's a loose boxing match. That means you're expected to throw punches for the most part. Whoever's on their feet at the end, when the other is KO'ed, wins." "Mostly punches.. but kicks aren't illegal?" "Nope. Only hitting below the belt is illegal." "Good," Suzie smiled, finishing off a lightning-quick combination of punches with an awesome high kick. Olson was impressed by her speed. "Do me a favor?" "What?" "Try not to let him knock you down too fast. The longer the fight goes, the happier the crowd'll be." Suzie stopped and approached him, looking down on him from the added height of her heels. "Olson, you should be asking me not to knock him flat too fast. I'm the one who's going to be landing all the punches. And if you think any different, I'll be happy to show you what I'll be doing to the Mangler.. first hand." Olson backed away a couple of steps. "All right, all right. Whatever, just try and keep it going for a little while, okay?" The sound of a bell ringing in the distance interrupted the confrontation. "There's the bell, get out there." "Keep your eyes on me while I fight, Olson. You might learn to respect me the easy way." Suzie turned and confidently strode out of the room. The ring in Olson's fighting stable was very much like the ones used in Ultimate Fighting competitions, only cheaper. The round ring was encircled by a high fence, the type schoolyards have around them. The floor of the ring had a light padding on it, just enough to insure the floor wouldn't break any bones if someone was bounced off it. "Ladies and gentlemen, this fight is set for an unlimited time period!" the announcer's voice barked from a set of loudspeakers to a half-empty house. "What the fuck?!" Suzie gasped as she saw the large numbers of empty seats. She debated going back to ask Olson what was going on, but continued determinedly up the aisle to the ring as the announcer continued and she saw her opponent making his own way to the ring. "Introducing first, at 6'1" and 196 pounds, a crowd favorite, undefeated in his last eighteen matches, the Mangler!" A halfhearted round of applause went up from the near-empty arena as the large man entered the cage and the fence was sealed and bolted behind him. He was slightly taller than Suzie, clad in red boxing shorts which clashed with his violently red hair and thick moustache. He raised his arms for the crowd nonetheless, parading around like a heavyweight champion. "And in her debut match.. height and weight undisclosed, that punisher of men, the two-fisted amazon warrior, the seductive Suzie!" She angrily made her way into the ring. "I'm gonna kill Olson for this.. hell, just for the announcement alone I'll kill him," she thought. The two contestants faced each other across the width of the circle. "I'll try to go easy on you, girly," the Mangler scoffed at her. "I won't do the same for you, asshole," she replied crisply. The bell rang for the start of the fight. Suzie made a supreme effort to put her anger at Olson and the tiny audience out of her mind as the Mangler raised his fists and began to stalk her. Yes, he was just a man, but he was a more experienced fighter than the men she was used to using her fists on. He might actually offer some challenge, so she cleared her mind and concentrated on the task at hand. She smoothly assumed a boxing stance and let him come at her. The Mangler approached slowly, much more cautiously than Suzie expected him to. Evidently Olson told him something about what he'd seen at the Den, she thought. She let him advance as he passed the center of the ring, assessing what she could of the man's strengths and weaknesses. Uppermost among the obvious weaknesses she noted was the fact that despite his threatening posture, he was obviously distracted by the pleasing curves of her superb body. She grinned to herself. "Typical," she thought. Even though he's supposed to be a pro, he's never fought a girl like me. He'll be fighting with his cock, not his brain. "Come on," Suzie beckoned to him, standing her ground. Lepage closed slowly, trying to keep his mind on the fight instead of the sexiness of his opponent, and it was a difficult struggle for him. "Are we fighting or not, big boy?" Suzie could have sworn she saw his fiery moustache bristle. "I don't know what Olson was thinking, hiring a girl to fight," he told her. "A girl like you would be more useful in bed instead of pretending she's a fighter." Suzie bristled herself, struggling to control her anger. "When I'm done with you, you'll be in bed all right.. a hospital bed. Bring it on, tough guy!" The Mangler finally closed to punching distance with his amazon opponent, tentatively throwing a sharp jab at her face. Suzie kept her guard up and dodged back, out of his reach. The big man threw another jab, and this time Suzie blocked it, grabbing his arm with one hand. Before he could pull his hand back, she grabbed it with her other hand as well, then took a step back and yanked, hard. The Mangler was whipped hard past her, straight into the wire fence. The fence gave with his weight and bounced him back off, to the floor. A few cheers went up from the crowd. "Unnh!" he grunted as he landed on his back, but he wasted no time in getting back up. Suzie smiled sweetly at him as he warily climbed back to his feet. "How was that?" "You better be able to use your fists, lady. I'm not gonna play with you much longer if you pull stunts like that." "Awww," Suzie pouted playfully as he closed in on her again, "and here I was ready to give you a chance by not using my fists. Oh well." Lepage again tried a jab at the pretty girl's face, which she dodged. He tried following up with a hook that he was sure would put her down and out. His eyes widened in alarm as the girl blocked his punch with an impressively muscled arm. She issued her reply with her other fist, two crisp, quick jabs to his chin. "Unnh, unghh!" he grunted as her punches connected, sending him staggering back a few steps. Grinning, Suzie chose not to follow up, instead hopping lightly in her stance, the thin black gloves on her fists flashing back and forth. "That's just a tiny sample, big boy. I got plenty more where those came from." The crowd's reaction was mixed, a few cheering the amazon on, a few booing the slowness of the match so far, mostly uncaring. The Mangler paused, eyeing his adversary cautiously as he rubbed the point of his face her fist had hit. "Two lucky punches ain't gonna save you, girl," he grumbled. "I'm gonna have fun tearing you apart now." "Funny, that's what I was thinking." She lowered her fists and posed with her hands on her hips, tantalizing him with her long legs, full breasts and defined arms. "Tell me, what do you think Olson'll do to you once you get beat up by someone in a miniskirt?" "Like hell!" Suzie's guard was immediately back up as the big man closed on her. She ducked a flying left, dropping under his guard and slamming a punch into his unprotected gut. He bent violently in two around the girl's fist, the air leaving his body with an immense wheeze. Then suddenly she was behind him, lifting a shapely leg up. She planted the sole of her high-heeled boot firmly on his butt and pushed. He fell forward into the fence, bouncing off and sprawling at her feet. He gasped in deep breaths of air as she laughed insultingly at him. "Yeah, you're right. It'll never happen, huh?" He quickly regained his breath and angrily stumbled his way to his feet. "That did it! They'll need an ambulance to get you outta here tonight, sister!" The Mangler raised his fists and shot one at her head. The feint caught her out, and he quickly slammed the other into the girl's midsection, expecting the punch to fold her up like a cheap piece of cardboard.. What he didn't expect was to feel his fist make contact with solid muscle. His punch bounced off her trim middle with a dull thud, only eliciting a slight grunt. The crowd began to cheer louder now as blows were being exchanged, and ooohed as she withstood his blow. "Almost," the amazon said. "I almost didn't tense my abs in time. Wanna try again?" Slightly puzzled at his punch's lack of effect, Lepage quickly slammed another one to her middle. This time his punch had no effect. Suzie absorbed it as easily as she would a gentle breeze, and grinned evilly at him. "More!" she commanded. `Whump', his fist again glanced off her impressive musculature. Her grin widened at the man's shocked expression. How could a mere girl take these punches? But to Lepage's credit, he didn't stay shocked. One more blow to her middle had an equal lack of result, except to make his fist sore. Only this time he followed up with a quick cross aimed at her face. She'd expected him to switch targets, and blocked his punch before it reached its target. She replied by throwing her own punch, wondering if she could knock the big man down with one punch to the face. This time it was Suzie's turn to be surprised. The Mangler reacted instinctively, and there was the dull smack of flesh on flesh as he deflected the blow. Suzie wasn't given any time to react as the responding punch he threw landed hard on her jaw. She grunted in pain and fell flat on her back, shaking off the blow's effects. The Mangler stood over her, still flustered. He's not sure if he should make fun of me for being cocky or be horrified that he decked a woman, Suzie thought as she fought off the pain. Damn, try to remember he's not the sort of bozo you fought in the bar. She quickly kicked out and around, her shiny boot slicing his legs out from under him. As he toppled to the padded floor, Suzie quickly rolled away from him and regained her feet. The crowd applauded listlessly. Cursing his lack of attention, the Mangler climbed back up as well. "I'll give you that much, girl.. you seem to be able to take a punch. One, anyways." "Don't think you don't have a fight on your hands, big boy. It's time to see if you can take a punch yourself." "Oh yeah?" he said, buoyed up by his recent success. He came at her with his fists at the ready, not expecting the sexy, sheer black nyloned leg that came up and kicked him in the stomach. "Oooof!" "Yup," Suzie grinned, "one more for good measure first, don't you think?" Again she kicked, the pointed toe of her boot digging deep into his gut. Lepage winced and gasped as her kicks drove his breath from him viciously. Then she took him and pulled him up straight, and he watched her gloved right fist pull back away from him in preparation for its flight to his face. Whack. The girl's punch sent him reeling back several steps, finally sending him to the mat as he tripped over his own feet. He immediately pushed himself back up to a sitting position, then shook his head vigorously to ward off the pain as she stood and smiled. "Now that's how you throw a punch, little man. Get up. I want to show you a few more of those." "Damn you!" the Mangler spat, climbing back up. "Your cheap kicks caught me off guard! Why don't you fight like a.." He suddenly realized what he was about to say and stopped. Suzie was already laughing. "Like a man? Nah, I'd rather win my fights." Lepage angrily approached the girl again, trying to keep on his guard for both punches and kicks. She let him approach, then feinted by shifting her weight rapidly onto one leg, as if preparing the other for a kick. The man quickly dropped his guard to prevent another painful kick to his body, and was rewarded by finding the thin black leather glove surrounding Suzie's left fist smacking into his face. Her jab landed right on his lip, splitting it and sending a trickle of blood down his chin as her punch rocked his head. Another crack followed as she connected a short, crisp right to his chin. "Unnfff!" the Mangler grunted, staggering under the shapely amazon's sharp punches. Stunned momentarily by their force, he managed to stay on his feet, but quickly found Suzie in front of him again. She beamed sweetly at him, pointing towards the floor as he tried to recover. "Look down." His eyes followed her directions, running down the flimsy, pleated fabric of her miniskirt, down the luscious ebony smoothness of her long, attractive legs, down to the toes of the polished, sexy, high- heeled boots. Suddenly one of those boots blurred into motion as the girl went up on the toes of the other. Suzie's high kick hit the awestruck man in the side of his face, spinning him away from her and sending him heavily down to the mat with a cry of agony. The crowd began to cheer more intensely, starting to relish the sight of the gorgeous young girl pummeling the big male fighter, almost as much as she was enjoying it herself. "Come on, wimp, are you gonna let a girl floor you with one kick like that?" Suzie teased as Lepage desperately tried to recover. He couldn't remember ever being hit with anything that hard in his fighting career. For a second he couldn't even remember where he was, her kick had scrambled his brain so badly. "Hey, yoo-hoo! Am I just too much for you, tough guy? Or are you just pretending that the girl's beating you up?" "What? Shit," the Mangler cursed, rolling over groggily to a sitting position. His eyes gradually focussed on the seductive form of his female opponent. She approached as he struggled against the pain seething through his body. "I still have a lot more punishment planned for you, so.. ooh!" Lepage had gathered enough strength to mount a sudden attack. From his sitting position he leapt forward, tackling Suzie and managing to stay on top. It was like riding a bucking bronco as they went down. He was still groggy and she was much stronger than she looked, but he somehow managed to get both her arms pinned over her head as he lay on top of her. The musculature of her luscious body struggled underneath him, and her arms felt like iron under his hands. Despite his pain, he felt himself growing noticeably aroused. "I got you now, bitch," he wheezed. "What are you gonna do, rape me with that tiny little thing pressing into me?" she sneered with annoying confidence. "Damn you!" He released one of her arms, preparing a punch that would put her out for the night. He didn't get the chance to even try throwing it. Lightning fast, her freed arm came up in a solid punch to the side of his jaw, whack. It sent him rolling off of her and she was quickly back on her feet. He shook the cobwebs out of his mind as her taunting voice reached him. "You're gonna have to do better than that, little boy. Especially if you wanna prove you don't wear an extra-small condom." The small crowd joined her laughter. The Mangler growled with rage, rolling over as she approached him. He again leapt up, aiming to bring her down in another tackle, except he didn't stay as low this time. That was the sort of mistake Suzie was used to exploiting in her fights. Lepage was shocked as the smaller girl stopped his charge dead. The fighters' hands locked on each other's shoulders as they pushed against the other. The man put all the effort he could into trying to push Suzie back, only to find himself going nowhere fast. She held firm, astonishing him with her strength and power. "Time you went for a ride," the amazon said. Suddenly all the resistance was gone, except for the boot she had planted in his stomach. Before he could fully grasp what was happening, Suzie had fallen back, lifting him up and over her on one shapely leg. He crashed flat on his back behind her. Without thinking, the Mangler scrambled to his feet and turned to face his incredible female adversary, only to find he'd gotten up right into a right cross. Suzie's punch landed with a thwack and sent him back down hard. The crowd was now solidly behind her, roaring its support for the lithe young woman. Suzie posed and flexed her solid arms for the crowd as Lepage struggled to focus his fuzzy vision on her. "Still think I'm just pretending to be a fighter, wimp boy? If I am, you're doing a pretty damn good job of pretending to get the crap knocked out of you." Lepage gaped at the undeniably female shape of the person beating him up, watching her pose and entice the crowd to cheer louder. He knew he was wrong now, she was definitely a fighter. He found himself wishing she'd been around for those gang bangs he'd lost. He could have let her loose in those matches and just gone around to pick up the pieces of the men she'd be fighting once she was done. Still, he didn't have the time to reminisce. He still had to fight her, and dammit, he didn't want some girl ruining his tough reputation. He struggled his way to his feet, trying to formulate some plan of defense. Before he could start thinking she was on top of him. Luckily he'd seen her shift her weight in time to drop a brawny arm. The kick Suzie had aimed at his ribcage instead smacked into the meat of his arm. Lepage grunted as her boot hit hard, the jarring impact of her long leg leaving his arm feeling heavy, too heavy to bring up to deflect the punch she threw at his face. Suzie's jab sent him staggering back a step with a grunt. "Give me a bit of a fight, wimp! You don't want all these people to see you get whipped by a girl, do you?" Her taunts brought his anger back to conquer his pain, and he threw a looping overhand punch at her face. His fist hit nothing but air, but Suzie's quickly found his face again. Her sharp jab again staggered him. He heard her sigh as his eyes glassed over for a second. "All those fights and you still can't hit a moving target?" His vision cleared as he brought a hand up to dab at the blood trickling into his moustache from his nose, which Suzie was effectively smashing. He snarled at the pretty, smiling face before him, then hurled another punch at it. Again it missed its target as she dodged it easily. Suzie flicked another jab to his face. Her fist again brought warm blood flowing from his nose, and again. The loud impacts of her two jabs rang in his ears. She then delivered a short punch to his jaw, sending him reeling. Lepage stumbled and groggily moaned in pain, expending huge effort in staying on his feet and refusing to let the female fighter down him again. A black boot soared up and snapped into his face, twice in rapid succession. It was too much. The second time the boot slapped across his face he felt his knees buckle as he spun away from the kick. Suzie felt an enormous rush as she lifted her leg effortlessly, gracefully, snapping two kicks to the big man's face, and watched them send him down to the ground face first. She knew he had no chance now. The Mangler would soon be down for good, and the best aspect of it was that she knew that he'd realized himself he was being badly beaten. It was just his male ego, refusing to acknowledge her superiority, that was keeping him going, making him get up for more punishment. Lepage lay on the soft, padded mat for what seemed like long minutes. His ears rang with the crowd's screams, drowning out the horrid ringing he had as a result of the overwhelming pain churning through his body. His head ached and spun lightly as he watched drops of his own blood dabble the floor under his face. "Good idea, wimp. You have a little lie-down so you're in good shape for the girl to finish you off." Suzie's laughing, teasing voice brought him back to reality. He was in a fight.. with a girl! And she was pounding him into mulch! How can this be happening? How could he be letting it happen? He had to do something to stop it. He couldn't let himself be beaten in a fair fight by a woman, and a hot one, at that. He had to get up, save his reputation. The Mangler groaned, forcing his way slowly back up. "Welcome back, big boy," the amazon taunted him. "I thought those kicks put you out for the night. But I guess you want some more?" "Damn you, girl," he spluttered. "I ain't going down that easy.." He staggered unsteadily towards her, raising a fist and swinging as hard as he could. The crowd ooohed as the obviously punch-drunk man's swing missed Suzie by mere inches as she dodged. Before he could try another, she stuck a hard punch into his gut. He gasped and bent around it. "I wouldn't want you to go down that easy anyways. It's more fun watching you suffer, tough guy." She pulled him upright and smiled at his bloody, beaten face as his eyes struggled to stay focussed. She placed both hands on his big shoulders and shoved him back with hardly any effort. He was so intoxicated with the pain she'd given him that he couldn't resist, and he found himself tumbling back until he landed back against the ring fence. He managed to grasp the fence rings with both hands to prevent himself from dropping to the floor. He'd have been better off if he had gone down. Suzie closed in, her tanned, firm arms bringing up those black leather clad fists of hers. One flashed across his face, only to be followed by the other. "Unnngh! Aaaagh!" The girl's two sharp punches twisted his head viciously, and he swore he saw drops of blood and sweat fly with the impacts. His vision blurred as his legs gave way and he crumpled back down against the fence. He recalled seeing a beautiful woman's face, the roof far overhead, then a shapely miniskirted form towering over him. A female voice reached his ears, although he couldn't quite make out the words. "I wish I could tell you how much fun beating you up has been, little man," Suzie grinned at the downed, battered man, "but I don't think you'd hear me anyways. You're gonna be asleep for a good long time." She reached down and pulled him to his feet, his glassy eyes blinking at her emptily. She hooked his hands in the rings of the fence, making sure he was staying up before she took a step back. The Mangler's head drooped down slightly as the powerful amazon girl lifted her long, attractive leg up high once more. Suzie's kick slapped his head to one side as it blasted into the side of his face. She brought her foot back and repeated the move, her kick knocking his head against the fence as it hit. Showing amazing balance, Suzie rotated slightly on her toes as she bent her knee back and powered one final kick. This time she drove her leg in a powerful stomp to the middle of his face. She felt the cartilage of his nose smashing under the bottom of her boot as the kick connected. Nothing could hold Lepage up after that awesome stomp. He sagged to the mat like a rag doll. "Hold it, stop the fight!" a voice called from outside. The fence gate was opened and several men ran in as Suzie backed to the center of the ring. They examined the Mangler carefully, then signaled his obvious surrender. "And your winner, with a clear knockout, the amazing Suzie!" the announcer's voice competed with those of the cheering crowd. Suzie raised her arms victoriously, circling the ring, noting with satisfaction the stretcher the officials were bringing in for the very unconscious Mangler. "Anyone who still thinks girls can't fight can talk to the Mangler.. when he wakes up!" she taunted the crowd, and was met with tremendous applause. Tremendous for a half-empty arena, that is. Suzie grinned and blew kisses for the crowd, flexing and posing, basking in their enthusiasm. The medics lifted the Mangler onto their stretcher and tried to staunch the blood pouring from his broken nose before carrying the beaten man out. Suzie felt a huge rush of satisfaction as they carted him away, knowing that he would indeed be waking up in a hospital bed, as she had promised. He'd have to live with the pain, the humiliation, and the knowledge that he'd lost a fair fight where he'd had every chance to a member of the so-called weaker sex. The amazon beamed with pleasure at the thought as she made her way out of the ring and back to her dressing room, waving for the crowd. She spotted an envelope sitting on a table as she entered the room. Opening it, she read the paper inside. It was a contract for her to join Olson's fighting roster. Stapled on the front was a small note saying, "Sign this. It's a deal for you to do six more fights. Attached you'll find your first paycheck." Suzie flipped the papers over to find a check attached, sure enough. It was for $50. She stormed past a woman in the hall outside her dressing room, on the way to Olson's office. She kicked the door open and raged inside. Olson practically jumped out of his seat behind his desk as the door flew open. "Olson, what in the name of hell is this??" Suzie demanded as she stomped inside the lavish office. "Oh.. Suzie," he said, trying to hide his alarm with a false calm. He stood and walked around to the front of his desk. "Um, that's your check for the fight. Something wrong with it?" "Damn right there is! You call this a lot of money?" "Well, I know it's small. We had a small crowd, just for tonight. The business has been a bit slow lately.." "Oh, give me a break!" Suzie interrupted, stalking slowly towards him. "I'm not stupid, Olson! This check is a joke!" "Hey, there's a lot of things you're not taking into consideration!" "Oh? Like what?" "Well, like the overheads. You know, you only get paid a percentage. There's a manager's fee for me, house expenses, insurance costs.. you also had to pay for your costume, too, y'know. Spandex ain't cheap these days." The tall amazon didn't stop as she approached the shorter, balding man. "Really.. I hope your insurance is paid up, since you're gonna be staying in the hospital tonight.." "What?? What are you so upset about, Suzie? So we had one small take for one night! Think of the money in the long run!" He surreptitiously slipped a hand into his pocket, frantically pressing the button on the small beeper he kept in it. "I am, Olson.. I know you'll find some excuse to swindle me out of all of it. I'm giving you a choice. You can either let me have the fair share I'm due, or you can get an up-close look at what I did to the Mangler. It's your choice." Olson suddenly developed a smarmy smile. "No, it's your choice, lady. You can either accept what I've offered you, or my friends and I can persuade you. Have you met Assault and Battery?" Suzie sighed and glanced over her shoulder at the two bodyguards that had come into the room. Big men, one white and one black, both dressed in "Olson's Arena" t-shirts and jeans. They approached her slowly, calmly from behind. "Olson, you know full well I can beat you and your thugs flat. Why not keep it simple so I don't have to hurt you?" Olson snorted. "Y'know, that was what I liked about you when I first saw you, the cockiness. But you're out of your league here, Suzie. You're a good fighter, but you don't stand a chance against all three of us. Just take the money I generously allowed you and be happy." He stood and moved towards her as his bodyguards prevented her escape. "Gentlemen, is this a private discussion, or can anyone join in?" The slightly accented female voice came from the open door, and everyone turned to find its source. Suzie recognized its owner as the woman she'd flown past in the corridor. She was a tall, elegant woman, very well-constructed. Her long legs were emphasized by her polished black heels, a very sheer pair of black hose, and a figure-hugging miniskirt. She smiled as she removed the jacket of her impeccable suit. The men seemed to recognize her instantly, and Suzie noted a slight look of fear cross each one's face. "Roxanne!" Olson said, half snarling the word forth. "How the hell did you get back here?" "Come, Mr. Olson, you know I can be a very persuasive person." The woman threw her jacket onto the office's private bar near the door, then proceeded to roll up the sleeves of her fine white blouse, revealing a well-developed pair of forearms in the process. "What do you want??" "I'd suspected you were going to have a slight labor relation problem. Your fighter gave a splendid performance tonight, Mr. Olson. I've come to make sure she gets a fair share of the profits.." Roxanne slowly, tauntingly sauntered towards the three men. "Or at least a suitable recompense for what she's being denied." Olson frowned. "Meaning what?" "Must I spell it out for you?" Roxanne sighed. She took a long look around the room. "I see you've had your office redecorated since Nina and I were here last. Surely you don't want to have to renovate yet again?" The fight manager hesitated, remembering the fight that had wrecked his office, his bodyguards and himself the last time she had visited unannounced. He spent a good moment sizing up the chances they would have against the two fighting women. "I really can handle this myself, you know," Suzie said as she faced Olson as he struggled with his indecision. "Yes, I realize that," Roxanne smiled. "But I'd hardly be much of a lady if I didn't offer to assist another promising fighter, would I?" That was all Suzie needed to hear. She quickly lashed out, striking Olson hard across his face with the back of her fist. "Unnh!" He stumbled back against his desk, stunned by the force of the punch. His bodyguards reacted quickly, splitting up. Assault, the large blond man, lunged for Roxanne while the bald, black Battery leapt at Suzie from behind. Roxanne drove a swift kick into Assault's stomach, blasting the wind from him. She then clasped her hands together and brought an uppercut up from her toes as he came back up to face her. The tremendous punch landed with enough force to send the man sprawling off his feet to crash to the floor. Battery grabbed Suzie from behind, trying to engulf the slim woman with his large arms. Unfortunately he only managed to pin one of hers. She immediately reached over her, grasping him behind his neck, and yanked. He landed in a heap in front of Olson's desk as the girl neatly flipped him over her shoulder. Olson, meanwhile, had scrambled around to the other side of his desk. "Get Olson!" Roxanne yelled at her. "He has a gun in his desk!" Suzie wasted no time in leaping at him as he fished in his desk drawer and pulled out the pistol. Her boot launched it out of his hand before he had the chance to check the safety. He bugged his eyes at the spandex-clad amazon in shock, and she responded with a sharp punch to his chin. Her gloved fist landed with a smack and sent him staggering back to the far wall of the office. Roxanne dodged a punch from Battery as he stood and found her nearby. He pressed her back with a couple of wild swings, both of which missed the girl by mere inches. "I see you gentlemen missed me," she smiled, replying to his forceful swings by lifting a shapely leg in a graceful high kick to his face. Her foot whirled him around and sent him reeling back to the desk, where Suzie met him with a punch to his kidneys. "Aaaarrgh!" he cried, wincing in pain and doubling over. She then knocked him flat on his back by lifting her knee powerfully into his face. The downed man shook his head viciously and growled with the pain. As Roxanne brought her leg back down from her kick, she suddenly found Assault's hand wrapping powerfully around the sheer fabric surrounding her ankle. "Really!" she exclaimed at the prone man, still recovering from her previous punch. She raised her other leg and stomped down into his ribcage, narrowly avoiding stabbing him with the sharp heel of her pump. Still, the bruising blow had the desired effect, and Assault grunted and released her. "Men just can't seem to keep their hands off my legs." "I know the feeling," Suzie responded to her, blocking a punch from the recuperated Olson. Before he had a chance to add his opinion to the discussion, Suzie shot a hard fist to his stomach. "Unnff!" he bellowed. `Paf,' a solid left from the amazon to his jaw sent him reeling. "I gather you fought these geeks before?" "Once," Roxanne answered as she bent and pulled Assault to his feet. She drove a punch into his gut, and the big man gasped and bent around the blow "a friend of mine and I made sure these three had a good lie down." Assault had regained his wind and drew his fist back, but his shapely adversary interrupted his attack with another punch to his midsection. "I see you haven't learned much in the interim, have you, boy?" Roxanne smiled. She raised her fists and peppered his face with two rapid fire jabs that left Assault reeling drunkenly before her. Without turning, she then shifted her weight and kicked out to her side, her foot thudding into Battery's chest. "Fmmmph!" the black man grunted as Roxanne's kick sent him flopping back towards Suzie. "You couldn't handle two girls then, and your performance so far hasn't shown much improvement." Roxanne knocked Assault back onto Olson's sofa with a wicked backhanded punch. The blond man dazedly felt his bruised face and groaned, stunned probably as much by the attacks of these two awesome women as much as the fact that he was losing another fight with them. "Can you imagine these men have the audacity to call themselves fighters?" Suzie had stopped Battery's backwards motion and spun him to face her. She smashed the air from him with a knee to his gut, practically lifting him off the floor with the force of the blow. She then moved alongside the black man and placed her muscular arm under his, then grunted with the effort as she twisted and flipped him neatly over. Battery shot over and landed heavily on top of Olson's desk with a shout of agony. "These guys should know better by now." Suzie moved over to confront Olson. "Come on, Olson, you think you have what it takes to face me?" He growled at the leggy, miniskirted girl and advanced threateningly. "Damn you, girl, I'll teach you to.. UUUUNNH!" His sentence was interrupted as Suzie jumped up and kicked her right leg up in a graceful curve, her boot smashing his face with incredible force. He spun away from her and crashed into the wall hard, then slumped to the floor in a painful pile, stunned. Roxanne smiled as the three men grunted and moaned, trying to recover from the pummeling the two powerful women were handing them. "Well done! Have you had much fight training?" "Not really. Mostly just barroom brawls back home." Olson stirred groggily at Suzie's feet. "You do tend to learn fast in that sort of situation." Roxanne had moved to Olson's desk, where Battery had rolled over slowly and managed to lift himself up on one arm off of his face. Seeing the sexy girl approach, he panicked. "No!" Roxanne grinned, "I'm afraid so," she said, and before Battery could lift himself any higher, she punched him across the chin, her fist landing with a light whack. His head shook with the punch and his arm gave out, sending him flopping back face-first to the desk. "Perhaps you should have begged for mercy earlier, little man." The blond bodyguard had managed to raise himself off the couch hesitantly. His eyes ran up and down Suzie's attractive body as she approached him. "Like what you see, do you?" she beamed. "You'd better look as much as you can now, wimp. You'll be seeing nothing but stars when this girl's done with you." "Screw you, bitch!" Assault snarled, throwing a punch at Suzie's lovely face. She blocked the punch very effectively, then threw one of her own, a short punch to his chin. "Ungh!" he grunted as he stumbled a step back. He shook off the blow's effects remarkably quickly, however, and responded by throwing himself forward at the amazon, his weight knocking them both to the carpeted floor. His hands locked with hers as he struggled to pin her down, to somehow make use of the only advantage he seemed to have over her, his weight. But Suzie displayed astonishing strength, holding him back from dominating her until she could lift a black-nyloned leg and kick him in his side, rolling him off of her. She leapt on top of him without hesitation, her legs straddling him as she grabbed his shirt with one hand and lifted his head off the floor. She used her other hand to punch him sharply in his face, her solid fist bouncing his head off the floor and drawing blood from his split lip. "Men never seem to learn, do they?" Suzie asked as she rose off of the stunned man. "Not this one, at least," Roxanne replied. She stood facing Olson as he lifted himself slowly to his feet. "You should know by now fighting me is a losing proposition," she told him, watching him fish desperately in his pocket, pull out his beeper and press it several times. "You have no help left, Olson. Your men are here already, and Suzie and I are quite enjoying beating them." Olson grumbled and threw the device down, snarling at the beautiful girl before him. "We're not done yet!" He charged, and Roxanne lightly stepped to one side and kicked up, the top of her foot burying itself in his soft stomach. "Oooooh!" he yelled, bending in two around her lovely leg. "You don't seem to realize, Olson.. you were done before Suzie and I threw our first punches. You and your men don't stand a chance against us." The balding man stood back up straight, only to find Roxanne's fist smashing into his jaw with a whack. Olson cried in pain as the punch pole-axed him, sending him crashing to the floor. The sexy, well-dressed woman watched him crumple in exhaustion. "But I guess the misconceptions about the 'weaker sex' die hard, don't they?" she laughed with contempt at the pathetic, beaten man at her feet. Battery rolled himself shakily off the desk and tried to concentrate his remaining energies into an attack on the amazon girl he faced. Suzie grinned evilly as he swayed before her. "Feel like you're having trouble yet, big boy? Most of the men I fight don't want to admit that until I knock them cold." He grumbled at her momentarily, then stepped forward and swung powerfully at her head with a wild roundhouse. She dodged the blow and took a step back, letting him waste his energy. She ducked under another blow, preparing a reply - only to find the thick arms of Assault grasping her own, trying to hold her still. She struggled momentarily as Battery grinned evilly himself and closed in. "Hold her still!" he barked. He shot a punch with as much strength as he could summon into her stomach. The grin faded from his face and made its way onto Suzie's as he expressed his shock at seeing and feeling the punch land ineffectively on her well-developed ab muscles. "Ooh, that tickled," she laughed. Before he could launch another, Roxanne's hand closed in on the black man's shoulder and spun him to face her. "Your turn now." A strong female fist smashed into Battery's gut. "Oomph!" he grunted, bending around Roxanne's punch. Suzie tensed her tanned, firm arms, yanking them forward out of Assault's hands, then drove one of them back, her elbow landing in his middle. The air whooshed from his lungs as he stumbled away from the amazon. Battery gasped for breath as he straightened up. In front of him he saw a long, shapely leg wrapped in the sheerest black nylon. Roxanne snapped her foot up high, powerfully into his face. He thought he felt teeth loosen as the shiny leather of her high-heeled pump slapped his cheek. Her kick staggered him, so she quickly snapped another one out. The second kick sent him stumbling drunkenly off and then down to the floor. Assault, meanwhile, had his own close view of his opponent's sexy legs. He looked up to see Suzie's long hair fly up as she spun away from him in a graceful pirouette, then back to face him with a powerful spinning kick. Her black boot soared up, exactly on target for his face. He screamed in pain as Suzie's kick dropped him like a rock. Roxanne watched Suzie's kick floor the big man and smiled at her amazon friend, "I think Mr. Olson's about ready to resume contract negotiations, Suzie.. perhaps you'd oblige him?" "With pleasure." Suzie happily moved over to where the pudgy man tried in vain to climb back upright. His face was now marked by a gash near his eye where a kick had landed, and several bruises where punches had made their presence felt. He also gingerly felt his side and middle. "So Olson, do you still think a girl can't handle you and your big, strong bodyguards?" Suzie taunted as he finally struggled his way back to his feet. "Or do Roxanne and I have to persuade you some more? We'll be more than happy to finish the job we've started." Olson looked behind her to see Roxanne standing in a loose fighting stance, prepared to dish damage out to his guards. Except neither of them were ready to face her again. Both lay where the girls had left them, groaning and bleeding. His mind flashed back to the first time he had fought Roxanne, with her friend Nina. The outcome was very similar. He woke up, hours after they had finished, in incredible pain, with a wrecked office and three other beaten men. "What do you want?" he hissed. "That's better," Suzie grinned. "First off, there's the money from the fight tonight. I want all of it." "What?! I can't give you.. uuungh!" He fell back against the wall as Suzie punched him in the jaw. "Fair's fair, Olson.. you were going to screw me out of my money, now I'm going to do the same to you." His two bodyguards had dazedly sat up and watched their boss argue with the female fighter. "Look, I can't.. no!!" Olson practically cried as Suzie raised her fist again. "No, please! I can't give you the money because I already spent it! Please don't hurt me any more!" Suzie frowned down at the cringing man. "You spent it on what?" "Debts! Roxanne and her friends in Black's goddamn roster took all my business!" He was practically crying. "After they beat up my fighters, no one wanted to come see my guys anymore. They all wanted to see the women who could knock out a trained male fighter. That's why I wanted you working for me, to get some business back!" "I see.. and how long were you going to screw me over, Olson? All those things you promised me were total bullshit!" "No!" he pleaded as the amazon approached threateningly. "Please, Suzie, you have to believe me! I would have given you all those things we agreed on, once I'd paid off my debts!" "I doubt it, Olson. You'd probably have been more than happy to line your own pockets if you thought you could get away with it." Suzie snorted contemptuously. "I have half a mind to just finish you off here and now.." Olson shrunk before her, tears beginning to roll down his bruised cheeks. "No, please! You're too much for us!" "Glad to hear you've finally realized that. Now, I want a check for the full amount you made from this fight, or else I'll stop playing and really put a hurting on you." "All right, all right!" Olson said dejectedly. "My checkbook's in the desk." Suzie turned her back on Olson, to head to his desk. "Good, and it better not bounce... mmmh!" Before Roxanne could warn her, Olson balled his fists together and brought them down on her back. The blow sent her stumbling to the desk as Olson quickly took the chance, closed and began trying to throttle her as she turned to face him. On cue, his two bodyguards rose and charged Roxanne. She incapacitated Assault for the moment with a single kick to his stomach, the air shooting from his lungs as the pointed toe of her shoe blasted deep into his midsection. "Not very bright, gentlemen.." she ducked Battery's wild roundhouse, replying with an enormous backhand slap which almost knocked his head off his neck. The black man cried in pain. "I shall be more than happy to knock you both out again, as I did before." Olson had Suzie pressed up against his desk, his hands locked around her throat, a maniacal look in his eye. "I ain't gonna let a girl ruin my business again!" he cried. The amazon brought both her hands up inside his, then her sleekly muscled arms knocked them free of her neck, and one flew forward to deliver a sharp jab to his face. He yelped and fell back. "You're not gonna have a choice, Olson," his opponent declared. The man shouted his pain as Suzie kicked a high-heeled boot up into his kidneys. "I'm not the sort of girl you want to pull that sort of thing on." Her right arm flew up and around, delivering a vicious backhand punch to his face. Whack, the punch sent blood bubbling from his mouth as he collapsed against the wall to the ground. Assault grunted loudly as he found himself being knocked flat on his back by Roxanne's foot landing solidly in the center of his chest. The miniskirted fighter quickly turned back to face Battery. "You know, I do believe you two have gained some stamina since we last fought." She threw a sharp punch into the black man's bruised face, her fist landing with a crack. The first punch swayed him, and a second punch with her left sent him lurching into the corner of the office, loudly clattering against and collapsing against a file cabinet, his eyes beginning to glaze over with the beating the two powerful women were handing him. "Most men would be begging for mercy by now. Then again, most men aren't stupid enough to pick a second fight with me," Roxanne grinned. A moment after Assault had been knocked down by Roxanne's kick, Suzie was on him, grabbing him and pulling him off the floor to his feet. She drove a strong punch into his gut. "Uuuuunff!" he howled, bending deep around her fist. "Olson, watch what your little girl fighter can do to a man." The blond bodyguard had begun to straighten back up, a look of pure rage on his face. Suzie blew the look away with a sharp jab to his chin. Assault's head rocked back and came back forward, expressionless, stunned. She slammed another punch into his stomach and he doubled over again. "I've been putting little boys like this down for the count three at a time back home," Suzie said, raising both fists and pounding them hard into the top of the big man's shoulders on either side of his head. Assault cried in pain and sunk to his knees in front of the shapely nylon-clad legs of his opponent. One of those legs swiftly came up, Suzie's knee catching him in the face. Yelling, he flew back up and bounced off Olson's desk to the carpeted floor. He lay barely moving, virtually unconscious. Olson's eyes widened in terror as Suzie turned back and came towards him. "That's exactly what I'm going to do to you, Olson. You think I've hurt you so far? You're going to be screaming before I knock you out, sweetie. That's a promise." The chubby man screeched and kicked like a baby at the amazon as she stood before him. Obviously she'd already lived up to half her promise as his fear of the girl overpowered him. Suzie bent down and took one ankle in each hand, spreading his legs with ease. Olson screamed even louder than before as she raised a high-heeled boot. "No, please, no!!!" Suzie grinned as he frantically tried to cover his very vulnerable groin, then stomped her boot down hard into his stomach. Olson heaved and gasped, trying to avoid retching as the pain from the stomp surged through his body. Dropping his legs, Suzie laughed. "Don't worry Olson, I'd never stomp on your dick. It's probably so small I'd have trouble trying to find where exactly it is." She then moved over the manager's prone body and dropped to her knees, straddling his gut. "Here's the pain I promised you." She began knocking his head from side to side with precise but damaging punches with both fists. Whack, whack, whack. Suzie's punches addled Olson's brain and opened new gashes and cuts, but she didn't stop. His arms flailed madly at first, but she easily shoved them out of the way as she continued her punishment. After a few punches, his arms stopped flailing and dropped to the floor. "I think it's time you had a good snooze, my little friend," Roxanne told Battery as he fumbled on the floor, trying to gain enough balance to climb back up. The moment he was up, the lithe English girl snapped a kick to his face. Her sexy black pump slapped into his mouth jarringly two more times, at which point the large man's legs simply seemed to give out and he sagged back into the corner, slumping down the filing cabinet to the floor, onto his side, out cold. Roxanne stood over him and smiled. "I do hope you don't snore too loudly. No sense in loosening those teeth any more than I already have." Assault barely seemed to have enough strength left in him to get to his knees. He looked over at Olson and Suzie, watching the amazing woman sitting on his boss, leisurely punching the life from him. He giddily got to his feet as Suzie noticed him and began to stand herself. This was it, he either had to stop this girl now or acknowledge she had beaten him barehanded, something he was very unwilling to do. "Hey!" He turned to face the voice calling to him, only to turn into a sharp punch to his jaw. Roxanne's punch smacked home and sent him stumbling back, only to be halted by something solid. He felt a strong, irresistible pair of arms winding underneath his own, a pair of hands locking behind his neck. He didn't have enough strength left to resist them. He wasn't sure he would have had enough strength to overcome them even before the fight started. Suzie's voice came from behind him. "Thanks." Roxanne smiled. "My pleasure. I think he's just about had enough." Assault knew she was telling the truth. His vision was blurred and had a distinct red tinge to it. It had happened again, even though he still had trouble believing it had happened before. He had been outfought and beaten by women. "Shall we see how much more he can take?" The woman in front of him raised her fists. "May I? Please?" "Certainly," Roxanne smiled. She punched him hard in the stomach. His instant reaction was to curl around the devastating blow, but much to his surprise his body didn't bend over. Instead, his feet left the ground in Suzie's amazingly strong hold. He felt himself being passed from one pair of muscular female arms to another as Roxanne clamped a hold on his arms. He couldn't hope to struggle against her. He watched the scantily dressed amazon prepare her fists. "Watch, three punches and he'll be out. Count 'em," Suzie smiled. Roxanne chuckled in his ear as he tried to beg. "Mmmmmnhh.. no.." Suzie ignored him. Her first punch landed on the right side of his jaw with an enormous crack. His vision shot to black for a second as his head reeled, then blurred as his head came back around. He couldn't focus on the sexy girl in his sight. His mind began to swim as well, the pain blotting out his thoughts. The last thing he could remember was the distant memory of shock at the strength those female fists had smashed him around with the first time he'd fought Roxanne. Then all he saw was Suzie's black-gloved fist racing at him. Suzie's second punch smashed Assault's face to the side, sending his eyes rolling into the top of his head. His body slumped in Roxanne's grasp and his head finally came to rest against her chest. Roxanne laughed as she held up the unconscious man, "That was only two." Suzie grinned and shrugged as Roxanne dropped the blond bodyguard to the floor. "Typical. Give a man a couple of good punches and he's out." "True." Olson's sight cleared just as he saw the two leggy amazons standing over him. His mind registered their voices, barely. "He's quite a mess." "Yeah, isn't it great?" Suzie grinned evilly. "What do you want to do with him?" Olson had no strength to flee or struggle as Suzie decided his fate. "Stomp him like a bug." He watched her lift her long, sexy leg, the sheer black of her pantyhose gleaming in the light, along with the shiny leather of her tall boot. Then the sole of that boot shot down like a rocket, and everything went black. Suzie's stomp practically shattered Olson's thick skull with its force. He'd be out for hours after that. "So how did that feel?" Roxanne asked as she made her way to Olson's couch. "Mmmmm... nice," Suzie answered with a broad grin. Roxanne responded with a smile as she sat and kicked her legs up onto the couch. "You fight very well.. what are you doing?" Suzie had torn off the short, tacky pleated skirt she was wearing. "I'm letting Olson know exactly what I think of his uniform." She ripped the skirt in half and dropped it on Olson's chest, then pulled off the black leather gloves she wore and threw them down on the floor. "How did you wind up fighting for Olson?" "I went looking for work in a place called The Den and wound up having a bit of a problem with their bouncers," Suzie said, sitting down on the edge of Olson's desk. "The owner seemed to have something against women who can fight, but Olson hired me on the spot." She began sliding one foot out of the high boots she wore. Roxanne suppressed a giggle. "Yes, I've met The Den's owner. In fact, one of my fighters used to work there. One night she got involved in a fight. The owner hasn't been the same since." Suzie put one boot next to her on the desk and began to work on the other. "That sounds familiar.. I used to work in a bar out in the country. Regular fights. You know, lots of men hearing about the bartender babe and wanting to see how well she fights for themselves. Then they sleep it off, and next night another bunch of them can't believe what they heard about me. Men's egos just can't handle that sort of thing, y'know?" The other boot went up on the desk, and Suzie took the opportunity to massage her stockinged feet. "True.. men seem to find the idea of being beaten in a barefist fight by a woman hard to deal with, for some reason." "Right. So I'd force them to deal with it," Suzie chuckled as she began untying the t-shirt knot underneath her sizable breasts. "Sometimes they'd even be dumb enough to come back for more! Can you believe it?" "And you enjoyed it." "Like nothing else," Suzie admitted, as she pulled the t-shirt off over her head, leaving her clad in the clingy spandex one-piece suit Olson had bought and the sheer pantyhose. "All those men thinking they're such hot shit, shooting their mouths off about how tough they are. They can never believe they're getting the crap beaten out of them by a girl! I remember the first time I landed a punch on one of those scumbags in the bar. The guy'd been hitting on me all night, telling me what he'd like to do with my body.. so I showed him what I wanted to do to his. Knocked him cold. What a rush!" "I know," Roxanne grinned slyly. Suzie continued her foot massage. "That was why I came here. Olson promised me a lot of money to fight, and I'd never been paid before just to fight, y'know? Usually I'd wind up having to pay because I'd get into fights! I'd wind up having my salary docked to help refurnish the bar." "Ah, so I can see why an offer like his would appeal. But still, you surely realized he'd try to swindle you at the first opportunity?" "Yeah, I did.. but I really didn't think he'd be stupid enough to do it. He saw me fight, so I figured he wouldn't be dumb enough to try screwing me around," Suzie sighed. "Well, he is a man.. men's egos hold no bounds when it comes to their inflated self-importance." "You're right about that. How he thought he'd be able to beat me when he saw what I could do.. huh," Suzie snorted with contempt. "This costume alone is enough reason for me to slap him around a bit." Roxanne cleared her throat to suppress a giggle. "You know, if you were to fight for me, you could pick your own outfit." "Yes, Olson did mention you, and I could tell he was afraid of you, but he didn't tell me much else about you. Obviously you're a very good fighter." "All my girls are very good, I insist on it," Roxanne said immodestly, but truthfully. "None of us has been defeated since we joined Mr. Black's roster. Or perhaps I should say, replaced it. He scarcely needed twenty male fighters when three women could do the job better." "That makes sense," Suzie smiled. "Why was Olson so afraid of you personally?" "Oh, he and I had met before. Once upon a time, he tried to send some of his men to interfere in one of our fight nights. My associate Nina and I paid him a little visit. As I recall, we didn't leave much of his office in one piece. We've been considerably tidier this time." "You mean you beat him up once before and he was stupid enough to start another fight with you?" "As I mentioned, the male ego is a very fragile and unintelligent thing. Besides, as I recall, you threw the first punch. You didn't leave him much choice." The two women laughed. "I have a habit of doing that," Suzie replied. "Punch first, talk later." "What have you got planned now?" "I don't know, really. None of the other bars in my town will hire me, they don't want the sort of business I attract.." "Really?" Roxanne interrupted. "I would consider that an attraction in itself. People will pay considerable money to watch an attractive women defend herself against seasoned male fighters." "That's what Olson said, but there weren't a hell of a lot of people there tonight," Suzie grumbled. "That's because Olson, for all his years in the fight business, still has no real idea how to organize and publicize his fights. I do. Someone like you would be very welcome in our organization, Suzie." "Really?" "Indeed. You have quite remarkable fighting skills, as you've demonstrated." Suzie practically blushed. "Thanks.. the bar did give me a lot of practice." "Are you interested? I can assure you, you'll be much better treated with me than you have been with Olson. You can wear what you'd like.." "That's good enough for me!" Suzie enthused. "To have that and get paid to fight men.. I couldn't really ask for much more." Roxanne stood and smiled, then strode over and shook hands with her amazon friend. "Wonderful. Are you available this week sometime? I'll show you around our facility." She went and retrieved her jacket from the bar, pulling a business card out and handing it to Suzie. "Yes, I can be there tomorrow, is that all right?" "Perfect, I'll see you then." Roxanne turned and left the office with a wave. "Meantime, I'm going to give this costume what it deserves. Hear that, Olson?" Unfortunately, neither he nor his bodyguards showed any signs of consciousness as the powerful, sexy amazon seized her outfit in both hands, ripping the spandex neatly, exposing her firm boobs as she shredded the garment and tore it from her magnificently trim, muscled body. She moved her hands down to do the same to the sheer pantyhose which were the only clothes that remained, then reconsidered. Instead, her hand gently ran over the wet mound covered by fine black nylon. Grinning, she told the sleeping men, "No, I think I'll keep these, Olson. You were right about that much, they do make my legs look incredible." She tucked the card Roxanne had given her into the band of her pantyhose, then left her pitiful male victims to sleep off their beatings.