"Now to finish MY Bitch!" Karen muttered. She wouldn't be satisfied with just pinning Sandy. She wanted to hear Sandy screaming in agony, as she begged to submit.

The scheduled referee had finally sauntered to the ring, but he made no move to interfere, as Karen squatted down over the sobbing blonde. Sandy had finally succeeded in pulling up her bikini, but that was all she was capable of. Karen jammed her knee against Sandy's throat so she couldn't move. "Now Bitch, let's have some more FUN!" She hissed as she reached for Sandy's crotch again. This time she wasn't going to play with Sandy's pussy, but tear it to shreds.

Sandy whimpered in protest, but all she could do was raise her hand weakly trying to ward the nasty redhead off. But as Karen clawed at her pussy, Sandy reacted in blind terror, instinctively kicking her legs. For a change in this match luck was with Sandy. Her knee banged into Karen's jaw.

Karen's eyes glassed over and she went limp.  Her knee slipped off Sandy's neck. She flopped backward, sitting on the canvass in a daze. For a moment Sandy lay there, still expecting Karen to leap back on top of her. Finally, it penetrated her foggy mind how hard she'd struck her foe.  “Damn! Maybe that story that the pig has a glass jaw is true? No wonder she never boxes!"

Sandy lay there a little longer trying to get her breath back.  "Gotta do something before she does! Well! It worked once!" Sandy rammed her knee into Karen's jaw a second time; this time it was intentional and she took careful aim.

Karen flopped over on her back definitely out cold. It took Sandy a little while longer to fully get her breath back. She took her time getting up, waiving off the suddenly officious ref, not that he was worth a shit, showing up late and then letting the match turn into a fight like this.

The ever fickle crowd had switched sides again, and was going wild screaming: “SANDY, SANDY, SANDY!”

By the time Sandy got to her feet, Karen's eyes were fluttering open. She looked up dazedly just as Sandy ruthlessly kicked her in the belly.  As Karen writhed on the canvas, Sandy looked down at her with a nasty grin and sneered.

"Thanks Bitch! Now I know the rules! I never fought dirty, before, but kicking you in the stomach felt great! Guess there's always a first time, huh?"

Grabbing Karen's long hair, Sandy pulled on it with both hands, as Karen screamed in pain. "Tough! The PIG deserves it!" Sandy told herself, as she dragged Karen right off her feet and swung her into the air by her hair. She whirled around, building up momentum and then threw her. By now, Sandy had recovered most of her considerable strength and Karen flew across the entire width of the ring.

Before Karen could get up, Sandy grabbed her again, dragged her to the corner, and rammed her face into a turnbuckle. Then she dragged the squealing redhead to the next corner and did it again. Sandy kept that up, until she'd rammed Karen's face into all four turnbuckles. After she did all four corners, she started to judo toss her, over and over and over.

By now, Karen was lying in the middle of the ring, all but unconscious. Still furious at the things Karen did to her, Sandy kept right on kicking her, even though she was down and unable to defend herself.

Sandy was about to jump up and do a cannon ball on Karen's stomach, when Karen raised her right arm. “N-no more…no more…for the love of God, no more! I give! Please no more...I give!”

Sandy stopped cold. After her fights with Frank she could never bring herself to fight after her opponent gave. She thought that if she'd just stopped that night, Frank would not had fought with her at home.

Sandy raised her arms in the air, and her fans went wild. It was undoubtedly the best catfight they'd ever seen. Sandy's foot was only an inch from Karen's face. She moved it away, remembering that in this very ring she placed her foot on Frank's neck.

“DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!” Nothing but bad memories! “Hell! I cant even spit on the bitch like I want to! Well I’ll be dammed if I'm going to help the pig up!”  Picking up her halter, from where Karen had thrown it, Sandy turned her back on Karen in contempt. Throwing back her shoulders proudly,  Sandy walked like a queen to the ropes and climbed down, as May pulled them apart for her.

“God! I hurt all over! I need to rest!” Sandy thought, as she put her halter back on, knowing she'd need all she could get before the final fight she new she was going to have with Bill. There was no question that Bill would win his semifinal match. “Hell! Poor Perry!” Bill's nineteen-year-old opponent wouldn't have a ghost of a chance against Bill.

Sandy looked over and saw Bill getting ready to climb into the ring for his last bout before the championship match. Bill looked back at Sandy and smiled, then blew her a kiss. Glancing over at Karen being carried to the locker room, he just shrugged and laughed.

As Bill was getting into the ring, May held on to Sandy's arm, holding her on the other side of the ring, instead of taking her to the locker room to rest.

“Damn it May! C’mon! I need to lie down! I hurt like hell all over!”

“Just stay here with me, a minute, Honey! You'll need THIS more than rest!”

In his corner waiting for Perry to come out, Bill smiled. Things were working out just like he planned! Of course his dumb-ass wife almost ruined it all, when she came so close to beating Sandy! Thank God for the bitch’s glass jaw. “Yep, Perry will get me warmed up, then I can take Sandy out in almost no time if I want to, but I’ll play with her a little first… What in hell is taking Perry so damn long?”

Looking at the dressing room door, Bill saw Sid standing in front of it, with a big shit-eating grin on his face. “What the hell is he smiling about?” Bill wondered as the door opened.

Leaving Bill's Gym, Frank drove as fast as he could. He had to get away from Sandy, away from Gates, away from everyone laughing at him. His ass was on fire, and he hurt all over. His hands could hardly hold the wheel. “DAMN Sandy, Damn, damn all the people! WHY did she do this to me? I thought she loved me and she made me look like a ass in front of everyone!"  And after that terrible night she was going to bring the children home to laugh at him.

“Maybe I asked for some of it, but why the hell didn't she just leave me alone when I asked her to? HER coming into the house and telling me ‘WELL I BEAT ANOTHER WIMP,’ Goddam the bitch!!!”

Frank wasn't looking or caring where he drove, just so he got away from HER, and everyone else. At a stoplight he heard a small child ask: “Mommy look at that man! What's the matter with him? He looks like his face is missing all its skin!”

Looking over at the car, Frank saw the mother staring at him. When she saw his face, she grabbed her little girl and all but screamed. That's all it took, Frank slammed down on the pedal, and got out of there fast. As he drove away from the city, he felt that everyone was looking and laughing at him. Over and over in his mind, he heard Sandy saying: “I just beat another WIMP!” He hated her with all his might, now. “God! Just get me away from her!”

Frank kept driving all that day and long into the night, only stopping for gas and food. Each stop had gotten him more stares. Late that night, he had to stop and rest by the side of the road. He hurt like hell, and all but cried himself to sleep, in the back of the van. He drove that way for three days, going west, going far away from Sandy and all that he hated.

At the end of the three days, Frank was almost out of money. He got a day labor job, doing very manual labor.  When he made enough for a stake, he moved on, making no friends. Everyone was scared to look at him. It was not just his scarred face, but his eyes that frightened people. They had a scared, crazy look in them. He didn't know or care where he was going, just so long as it was far away from HER, and everyone else, he knew. He knew now, she thought he was a joke, she probably always did.

Several weeks later, Frank found himself in a small town in northern Arizona. There was an open pit mine, there, that always needed help. He stopped there; nobody seemed to care about his face. For one thing, the skin was growing back. The only thing was, it was growing back spotted. Otherwise his handsome features were still there. The work was hard and long, and he'd get off at night too damn tired to think, and that suited him fine.

After a couple of weeks, he had a day off. Walking around the small town he saw an old rundown gym with a dusty, dirty sign that read MAYS GYM.  As tired as he was he had an urge to workout, and went in. At the desk he paid the fat woman behind it, for one workout. Turning to go to the men's dressing room he noticed for the first time, that there were only about 15 women working there, but no men. The women were all staring at him. The men's room looked like it had not been used or cleaned in years, but he changed anyway.

Frank did a full weight workout, and then some punching the bag. After a little over two hours he started back to change, but the way was blocked by a group of women, arms crossed, blocking his way, and glaring at him, menacingly.

A big blonde said: “Hey ‘Pinto’, this is a women's gym! We don't want or need men, here!”

Frank felt trapped and backed away, until his back bumped against the wall. Breaking out in a cold sweat, he gulped and didn't answer. “NO!” was all he could think of. “I can't take another beating from a woman!” After the things Sandy had done to him, Frank somehow never even considered that he could ever win a fight again.

Just as the big blonde started toward Frank, a loud voice screamed. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!”

All the women moved back, when the short, very heavyset women marched over from the front desk. Looking at Frank she asked: “What's the problem?”

“It's a man, in OUR gym, May!” The big blond said.

Looking at the blond, the woman called May said “I know it's a man, You dimwit! I can recognize a man when I see one! I sold him an admission to the gym! What I want to know is what you are all doing?”

“We're going to throw Pinto, here, out, AFTER we have some fun with him, first!”

Frank's hand instinctively went to his face. “DAMN SANDY!” was all he could think; knowing his face was going to look spotted the rest of his life. “PINTO DAMN HER, DAMN HER, DAMN HER!”

May looked closely at Frank's face and his eyes. She knew there was deep pain there, and she liked the look of his face. Even the spots added to his features. His eyes reminded her of a trapped rabbit. Making a quick decision, she said to Frank. “I want you to come with me, taking him by the hand, she lead him to her office. “TRACY, you come too!” May added to the big blond. “Come on! The rest of you girls get back to work! We have some big fights coming up!”

Tracy followed May and Frank to Mays run down office. May sat down behind a huge desk that was completely covered with papers and everything else you could think of. Propping her feet up on the desk, she gave Frank a long deep look.

Frank wanted to run again, feeling trapped in here with the two women.

May crossed her arms over her broad chest and snapped, “Tell you what! If you answer me everything I ask, and do it honesty, maybe I can help you! This is a mainly women's gym, but I’ll let men or anything else that wants to use it, come in, so long as they can pay the admission! We train women to fight here! I run an all women pit fighting troop that wins most of the time! You look like you know your way around a gym, and by the way you look, I’d say you been in one hell of a fight!”

At that, Frank grimaced.

“So ‘Pinto’! Start talking!”

With his hand going to his scarred face, and not being able to look directly at either of the women, Frank told them about the gym he owned, and about his wife Sandy. How he had her go to rape prevention class, and then how she started to wrestle. Hard as it was, he was leaving nothing out. It seemed to help him talking about it. May and Tracy both smiled when he said how ‘unladylike’ wrestling was, and how he tried to stop Sandy from doing it. Telling about the match was good for a laugh, too. His winning the first day so easy, and he had to admit it was due to his strength and nothing else.

Telling about his fight with Sandy the second day almost broke him up, but with May's prodding him on, he finally blurted out how Sandy beat the crap out of him in the ring. Once he started telling about it, Frank remembered every blow, and how easy it was for Sandy to beat him, as though it didn't take any effort on her part at all.

As he came to the end of the fight, Frank stopped talking, and just stared at the floor. May had to ask him three times to go on.

Frank was almost sobbing when he told the two women how Sandy pressed her foot down on his neck after she beat him, and then how she carried him out of the ring and the arena over her shoulder. Once Frank had started though, he kept nothing back. He told them about the ride home and how all he could think of was that she hated him and wanted to humiliate him. He told them how when she got home she called him a wimp. He was sobbing when he told them how he hit her afterwards, when she wouldn't leave him alone. Looking down at the floor he shamefully admitted that he raped her, then how she beat the shit out of him.

Once he'd started, Frank just couldn't stop talking. He remembered every punch, and told them of trying to stop two more times, but how Sandy wouldn't stop and pounded him to the floor; and then spanked him like a child, and vengefully raped him, not just once, but over and over again, for most of the night. Hanging his head in shame, Frank cried.

May sat silently looking at him for a few minutes, and then said thoughtfully. “Pinto, it looks like you messed up good! I’d say maybe your wife did too, but she's not here and you are! Maybe I can help you, if you help me! I need someone to help my girls with their workouts with their weight training, and you sure need someone to help you find yourself. You can start right now, if you're willing?”

Frank shook his head ‘yes’, still too choked up to talk.

“Good! NOW stop your balling and get out there and get started. Don't worry Tracy and I will keep our mouths shut about what you told us, WON'T WE, Tracy?”

The Big Blond nodded vigorously in agreement. Frank found out that nobody argued with May, or dared cross her. It was good to be working in a gym again. Frank saw to it that the girls did their weights properly. He started to do some boxing and wrestling with them. May let him sleep in the back of the gym. The hours were longer than the mines, and he got almost no money, but he was happy.

In a month, Frank was sparring with the women and could hold his own now wrestling. He began to see how little he knew before, and realized that he only won the first day of the Tournament because of his strength. He joined in with the women in their Ti Bo and aerobics workouts, which at first got a big laugh from them. He used to think of that as just girl's stuff, but now he discovered how much it added to his stamina.

Frank might have been almost content, if he didn't miss the kids so much, and though he hated to admit it to himself, miss Sandy so much. If only she hadn't beaten him so badly and humiliated him like she did, in front of everyone, he could forgive her! Although maybe it was himself he'd never forgive. It was more then he could bear thinking about, but every time he looked in the mirror, reminded him of the beating Sandy gave him.

Knowing that he was going to look like this the rest of his life made him sick, although it didn't seem to bother anyone else. All the girls called him ‘Pinto’ now.

After a month of working with the girls, and getting better himself, Frank just had to find out how things were at home. He called his old gym, hoping Sid was there, at this time of day. After only two rings a woman's voice that he didn't recognize answered, “SANDY'S”

Frank was shocked. “SANDY'S?” He asked in disbelief.

“Yep this is Sandy's Gym!”

“Sandy Manson?”

“Nope! Sandy Johnson!”

Frank was sick to his stomach. “Is Sid there?”

“Nope! All the old staff is gone! Sandy didn't want any of the losers that worked for her wimp husband around here anymore!”

Frank almost hung up, but he had an uncontrollable urge to at least hear Sandy's voice. “Wh-where is she now? I’d like to talk to her, if I can!” Frank blurted out.

“Sorry! She's not here right now! Think she's out with her boyfriend, Bill!”

“BOYFRIEND? Bill! BILL Gates?”

“Yeah, Bill Gates! Y’know him? He and Sandy are a real number! She just threw herself at Bill, as soon as that wimp husband of hers left town! Guess she wanted a real man, for a change, and they say Bill is a real demon in the sack! He's always banging Sandy in the back room anyway, and she seems to eat it right up! She follows him around like a little puppy dog! By the way, did you want to sign up for this Gym? If you do, I can help you! We're giving a two week, free trial period, if you're interested. Of course this place is mostly for women now! Most of the men go to Bill's Gym! Can I take your name?”

Before she could say anymore, Karen heard the phone slammed down. She started laughing. “Well Frank Manson, I hope you're happy knowing what a nice wife your sweet Sandy is!”

Frank ran into the men's room and started throwing up. After emptying his guts, he just knelt there, by the toilet and cried. “GOD Damn it, all to hell! First the fucking bitch destroyed my life; now she tears up what little is left of it! I bet the bitch was doing it with that bastard Gates all the damn time, behind my back! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT!” Was all Frank could say as he slammed his fist into the wall.

Going to the local bar for the first time, Frank found a deserted stool in the corner, and drank one drink after another, all day and half the night without moving from his stool.

Near morning, Frank glanced up from his latest drink and saw May standing beside him. With her were Tracy and two of the other girls. Frank could hardly talk, but to mumble: “My wife is a fuc-------“

A fat hand smashed him off the stool, and then May grabbed him by his hair and jerked him to his feet. “You damn drunk I need you at the Gym, now, and you know it! “Another slap knocked him back down.

May told the girls to pick him up and drag him back to the gym and throw him into the shower. Frank didn't try to put up a fight, knowing May would kick his ass. After half an hour in the shower, the girls dragged him out to the middle of the gym, and May made him do pushups till he puked all in his stomach out.

When May was sure Frank was sober enough to listen and understand, she said. “NOW, PINTO! I have a big match coming up this weekend, and YOU are going to do your part to see we win! I know what you are going to say about your wife! Well, just hold it for now! Now let me ask you just one question! Just how many people did you talk to there?”

‘Well, just the woman who answered the phone at the gym! She is new, and I never talked to her before. Well maybe I better call Sid in the morning and see what the hell was going on!”

“Fine! Do that, but first he have a lot of training to do with the girls! And you have your first fight coming up, yourself!” May snapped.

Frank went back to work before he gave May an excuse to kick his ass again, although by now his head was throbbing and he was still sick as a dog. He knew May was right. She was giving him a chance to fight in one of the preliminaries. He had to get himself ready. The winner of a preliminary got $1,000, the loser $500. The main fight winner got $5,000, and the loser $1,500. Frank could use the money. May gave him a place to live and food, but nothing else but his pride, although that had been enough for now.

After a long hard day of preparation, Frank called Sid. He found his hand shaking as he dialed. “Damn it! Why can't I ever stop thinking about HER!” Sid was no longer working at the gym. “Nah, Gates is practically running the place now, and he got rid of all of us old employees! Guess he didn't want anyone around who might tell Mrs. Manson some of the things going on there!”

It sounded to Frank like Sandy was being taken. When he asked Sid, if Sandy was seeing anyone, Sid hemmed and hawed, but when Frank pressed him. “I hate to be the one t’tell you, Frank, but yeah, I guess there is something going on between her and that Gates guy! I’ll be honest with you though, Frank, I don't know as I can really put all the blame on her! You did run out of town and leave her in a pretty awkward spot. I hear your kids blame HER, for that, and still won't speak to her, and she's trying to run the gym, all by herself, and there's only a handful of customers left! I just wish she hadn't turned to that sleazy Gates!”

By the time Frank finished the conversation, he was sick to his stomach again. It was true, SHE was having sex with Gates, by the sounds of it. For the first time though he started thinking that maybe Sandy was in just as bad shape from this as he was. He asked Sid to keep quiet about talking to him, and to keep his eyes and ears open. Even though he'd been training all day, he went back to it after he hung up. Anything was better than thinking about Sandy screwing that bastard Gates.

As Saturday, the night of his first fight approached, May reminded Frank he needed a ring name. The girls all called him ‘Pinto’ and he'd come to accept it. He might as well use that, but he kept thinking how Sandy called him ‘WIMP’, when she was raping him. Okay, why not? He'd be ‘PINTO THE WIMP’!

Saturday Night, when ‘Pinto the Wimp’ was announced, it got lots of laughs from the crowd expecting to see a comedy stooge. The laughter kept up after he climbed into the ring, and didn't stop until he'd beat the crap out of his first opponent.

Frank made a thousand dollars from his first fight, and every week after that, as he kept winning, he made another thousand. He was getting good at it, and now knew how easy it was for Sandy to beat the crap out of him like she did. Pretty soon as his winning streak continued, he moved up to the main events. Even against the much tougher opponents he continued to win, and get the bigger purses. Frank was getting to like hearing “PINTO, PINTO, PINTO!” as he came into the ring.

Every day, though, Frank missed the children more. He missed Sandy just as much, but it took him a long time to admit that to himself. Some of May's girls from time to time let him know they were available for some fun, but Frank held back. “I'm a real jerk to pass this up!” He thought. “It's not as if SHE'S being faithful to ME!” Still he couldn't bring himself to cheat, and it wasn't easy because he was getting horny as hell, after so long.

“Oh Goddamit, I guess I’ll never be happy without HER!” Frank realized he had to go back and try to win Sandy back. Not yet, though! For now, what he was doing was giving him purpose, and he knew that he wasn't ready, yet. He was still sleeping in the back of May's gym and not spending anything, so the money from his prizes just kept piling up in the small branch bank in town. He hardly thought about it.

Several months after he started fighting, Frank got a call from Sid. Sid told him how the Gates had set Sandy up, that it was pretty certain she was going to lose the gym. Frank could help with that anyway. He told Sid he'd send some money with instructions and notes on what to do with it. He asked Sid if he'd consider going back to work for Sandy, as a favor to him. Sid thought it over for a while and then said he'd talk to Sandy anyway.

Frank knew, too, that Sandy would need someone who knew how to fight. He went to May, and told her what was going on. He asked her if she knew anyone that they could send to help Sandy keep the gym and get back at Bill.

May plopped her feet up on her desk, and gave the matter about two seconds thought, then said. “Yes! I need a rest from all you clowns and haven't been East in years! Maybe I’ll go myself! Tracy can run this place with your help! That way I can let you know when the time is right for you to come home!”

Frank thought about saying ‘no’, but knew that once May made up her mind, nothing was going to change it. Once she decided, May moved quickly. She was gone the next day and Tracy and Pinto took to managing the gym and the fighting women of May's gym. Frank, or Pinto as everyone now called him, kept on fighting for the bigger money, and he was able to keep sending it to Sandy. He felt better about that. Now, at least, he was helping to support his family again, and that made him feel a little better about things.

It had been nearly a year since Frank's fight with Sandy, when May called him and told him she had a plan for him to come home. She told him not to let anyone know that he was coming; only he, May and Sid knew.

Sneaking into town, the day before the tournament, Frank stayed at Sid's overnight. He showed up after it started, and stood in the back wearing a set of sweats with the hood up, so no one would know him. It almost killed him to see Sandy fight, and not run up to her and take her in his arms. She looked so good, and he knew that he would always love her and want her but he had to do this first. He could tell that she was not the same person that he fought a year ago, well nether was he.

The second day was time to start their plan. May would stay with Sandy, and Sid would stick with him. He watched Sandy fight and almost ran into the ring when she was losing but Sid held him and said it would be ‘okay’. After she started winning Sid took him to the locker room and told him that he would stay and guard the door.

Taking a deep breath Frank opened the door and went in. Perry was nervously getting ready to go and fight Bill. He knew he didn't have much of a chance. He'd been amazed that he'd won all his early bouts and gotten this far in the tournament. He didn't know, Karen and Bill had arranged the schedule so he fought nothing but losers, so far.

Even though he didn't have much hope, Perry had resolved to give it his all; besides Mr. Gates told him that he would have a years membership free if he made it look good. He needed all the help he could get with the lousy job he had.

Hearing the door open, Perry looked up, and saw a very big man come in. Looking closer he saw the mans face was spotted. After staring for a second, Perry’s jaw fell open. Looking over at the poster of Frank standing in Bill's door, taken the day after Sandy beat him up, he laughed. “Hey, you're that guy in the picture! Frank Manson! You can't come in here!”

Frank almost smiled at that, for it was over a year since anyone called him ‘Frank Manson’. Walking up to Perry, he placed his hand on the younger man's shoulder and smiled into his face. “I know you are supposed to go out to fight in a minute, but I'm taking your place!”

“Like hell you are! I'm going out there!  I won so far and I'm going all the way! You better get out of here, now!”

Before Perry could say another word, Frank took out his wallet and started to lay $100 bills down on the bench, one after another, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four hundred, five hundred dollars. Frank stood looking into Perry’s eyes. When Perry did not move, Frank went to take the money back but Perry’s hand beat him to it.

“I know Bill is going to kick me out of his gym, for this, but this is going to keep me going for a long time and I guess I couldn't have beaten him anyway!"

“Don't worry, Kid, I’ll get you a free membership at Sandy's Gym!” Frank told him. “Maybe I still have some clout there!”

Frank changed, quickly, and banged on the door, twice, and waited for Sid to tell him when to come out. Hearing the two bangs, Sid looked over at May, holding Sandy by the ring. He raised his right arm and dropped it.

Pam saw Sid give the signal to May, and went up into the ring. She walked up to the referee. Smiling her sweetest, teen-age smile, Pam whispered so just he could hear. “Give me the fucking microphone, and get the hell out of the ring, before I whip your fucking balls off you, you ‘Gates stooge’!”

Taking the microphone from the startled and scared man, Pam shouted into it. “Ladies and gents, for the next bout there is going to be a substitute! Well, two substitutes! The first is I'm going to referee the next two fights so they'll be fair, for a change!”

Grinning at an opened mouthed Bill, Pam went on. “Perry can't fight tonight, so the second substitution is that he'll be replace by PINTO THE WIMP!”

Neither Sandy nor Bill had ever heard that name, before, but a lot of the spectators had heard of the pit fighter from out west, and stood up, shouting. They figured they'd really be getting their moneys worth tonight.

With that Sid banged on the door. Inside, Frank stopped and looked at the picture that Bill kept of him the day after Sandy beat him up. Reading the writing on it, ‘do you want to look like this’, he took a deep breath, picked up a stool and smashed the wall half way down with one stroke.

Smiling one last time before he went out, Frank told Perry not to worry but to stay with Sid. Then he opened the door and went out to try and make things right.

Like everyone else, eager to get a look at the unknown substitute fighter, Sandy was staring at the dressing room door when it opened.

“Dear God! It's HIM!” She breathed, instantly recognizing Frank as he strode into the arena. Sandy would have raced down the arena aisle to him, if May hadn't wrapped her strong arms around her and held her. “Not yet, Honey, not yet!” May whispered. Even then Sandy continued to struggle desperately to get loose, as she screamed ‘FRANNNNKK!’

As Frank neared the ring, Sandy saw his face and the spots on it. Knowing that she had done that to him in the fight a year ago made her sick to her stomach. A closer look also showed that he must have zero body fat and looked meaner then his happy easy going self that she loved. Seeing him for the first time in a year, though all she could think of was being in his strong arms, again. She struggled like a wild woman to get loose from May's grip, but it didn't do any good.

“STOP THAT, Honey, before you hurt yourself!” May finally told her. “It's got to be this way! Now, just stay here by me, and things will work out!”

As Frank got closer, Sandy saw the pain in his eyes, pain she knew she put there. “God I love him!” Was all she could think.

Before Frank climbed into the ring, he stopped a second and looked Sandy full in the face. “God! I want her so damn bad, but if I don't do this first, I’ll never be able to look her in the face, without being scared of her! I’ll always be thinking that she and that piece of shit in the ring had nonstop sex for months!” Frank looked over at Bill. “That fucking bastard used her, knowing that she was vulnerable! Well Bill, it's pay back time!”

As Frank climbed in the ring, Bill looked him with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Hah! This is too good to be true!” He thought. “I beat up the ‘wimp’, then I beat up his wife, and maybe screw her, again! Maybe I’ll let him watch, this time!”

Pam, now in complete control of things, called Frank and Bill to the middle of the ring and asked Bill if he wanted to go on with the fight.

“Hell yes! I wouldn't miss it for the world!  I'll beat Pinto boy here, then I'll beat Sandy, and the whole Manson clan will be showed up for what they are, second rate losers!”

Pam stood aside, and nodded to the time keeper to start the match. When the bell rang, Frank just stood there glaring at Bill. Bill slowly moved around Frank then lunged at his feet. Just as he made a grab for them, Frank jumped to one side, then jumped on Bill's back, smashing him into the mat.
Grabbing Bill around his gut, Frank picked him up and bent back, holding Bills feet off the floor. Then he squeezed. A very surprised Bill felt pain like he never felt before; he felt helpless in Frank's powerful arms. Frank gave one more hard squeeze and threw Bill into the turnbuckle.

Before Bill recovered from the pain in his back and sore stomach, Frank picked him up and judo tossed him. Not giving Bill time to move, Frank picked him up tossed him again. As Frank came for him a third time, Bill reached out in desperation and grabbed Frank's ankles. A hard pull dropped Frank onto his back. As fast as Bill could still move, he jumped onto Frank's stomach knocking the wind out of him.

Even so, Frank gave a powerful heave and threw Bill off him. Pushing Bill aside, Frank started to get up. Bill, expecting an easy victory, had already realized, Frank was the toughest opponent he'd ever fought. He knew he better do something fast, to end it. Now, while Frank was still on his knees, was the time. He grabbed Frank's neck, and tried to twist his head, to keep him down. Frank reached back to grab Bill for a judo toss, but Bill grabbed his arm first. Letting go of Frank's neck he twisted and pushed the right arm out and up. Frank slowly started to stand. Bill twisted and shoved with every bit of strength he had. Finally, he heard a loud click as Frank's arm dislocated.

Frank yelled in pain, but made it to his feet. As he did, he reached around, grabbed Bill with his left arm, and pulled him loose from his injured right arm. Using just his left arm, Frank lifted Bill up off the mat. Bill kicked and struggled but couldn't get free. Holding Bill off the floor with just his left arm, his hand around Bill's neck, his right arm at a funny angle, Frank looked like a giant. Sandy stared at her husband with the moonstruck gaze of a teenager. “Oh God! He's so wonderful! Why did we have to waste a whole year, away from each other!”

Bill was still trying to get away. Frank looked him in the eye, and winked. Then he shook him like a rag doll and threw him across the ring, into the corner. Bill looked up at Frank, scared. He feared he was going to lose big!

Walking up to the rope, Frank twisted his right arm around it. He looked over at Sandy and smiled at her. Her heart fluttered. Frank took a deep breath, and pulled. With a very loud snap, his arm went back into its socket. Sandy winced, feeling the pain herself.

Knowing that he had nothing to lose, Bill moved as fast as he could, while Frank's back was turned. He threw a two-handed rabbit punch at Frank's neck. Then as a stunned Frank turned around, Bill grabbed his sore arm, and started to punch it. Bill gave it every thing he had left, knowing he was outclassed, and still almost out of it, himself. “If I can just cripple the bastard’s arm for good, I can still beat him!”

With a roar, Frank reached out with BOTH arms and grabbed Bill around the neck, and picked him up off the mat. He shook Bill, until Bill thought he'd been caught in a hurricane, and then threw him into a turnbuckle. Moving in fast, Frank grabbed the stunned Bill and judo tossed him. Bill tried to get up one more time, but Frank grabbed him, and judo tossed him again, and again, and AGAIN. By now Bill was only half-conscious. Frank grabbed him by his neck and knees, and lifted him overhead. Frank whirled in an airplane spin, and threw Bill so hard, that Bill bounced off the canvass.

Taking in deep gulps of air for his tortured lungs, his body covered in sweat and blood, Frank looked down at the unconscious Bill, and thought that this was the piece of shit had all but ruined his and Sandy's life. He heard the crowd screaming but didn't even look at them. He looked up at the far wall where Bill had mounted the two life size photos, one of Sandy carrying him, the other Sandy's foot on his bowed neck. Closing his eyes he thought about of the lost year.

“Your turn, Bastard!” Reaching down with his left arm, Frank grabbed Bill by his balls, and with what seemed no effort at all, lifted him straight up onto the air over his head. Holding Bill with only one arm and hand he relived the pain and shame of the last year. The lost love of Sandy and his children! Frank tilted his head back and screamed. As he screamed, he squeezed and all but crushed Bill's balls and cock.  Bill woke for just a second, with a shriek of agony, and then passed out again. Everyone in the arena, even Sandy, was shocked into silence.

Still holding Bill aloft, Frank walked to the side of the ring. Pam silently held down the ropes as he climbed through. Frank walked up to those hated pictures of Sandy and him. Stopping a few feet from them, he contemptuously threw Bill at the picture of Sandy carrying him. With a thud Bill's face hit the picture. He slid down, smearing a trail of blood all the way down the picture.

Looking at the trophies sitting on a table next to the now totally unconscious Bill, Frank grabbed the fourth place cup. “This belongs to Karen Gates!” he shouted and threw it at the now bloody picture, with such force that it stuck in the wall. Picking up the third place cup, Frank screamed again. “This belongs to Bill Gates!” and threw it at other picture. Looking at the trophies sticking out of the pictures Frank grinned. It was a grin that nearly froze Sandy’ blood.

Frank took a deep breath and walked back to the ring. Sandy was trying to get to him, but May had an iron grip on her. “May please! Let me go!’ Sandy's plea did her no good at all. In near shock, she watched Frank climb back into the ring, and go to the other corner.

“What's he doing? He's in no shape to fight, anymore! And who is he going to fight anyway?” In answer, May pushed Sandy to the other corner, and shoved her toward the ropes.

“Jesus! NO MAY! I'm not going to fight him! I just want take him home, if he'll have me! For God sakes, I just got my daughter back, and it's the first time I've seen my husband in a year and he wants to fight me! I can't go through that all, AGAIN!”

May was not sympathetic to Sandy's half sobbing plea. “Sandy you're going to have to fight him! Do you think he could come home, and consider himself a man after what you did to him last year! Don't worry, Penny knows about it! I talked to her last night! She said do whatever it takes to get you two to back together! She loves you both, and she's smarter then you give her credit for!”

“May, for God's sake, look at Frank! He's exhausted, and his right arm is all swollen up! I can't fight him like that!” Looking at Frank, Sandy saw the pain, and yes fear in his eyes. The only thing she wanted to do was run up to him, and beg him to take her back. She felt sick to her stomach, but somehow, she knew May was right. She had to fight Frank, again!

Gulping down her nausea, Sandy let May push her through the ropes. As May climbed into the ring with her, she whispered. “Listen to me! I trained you both, so I know what I'm talking about! First, you've got to fight him to win! He'll know if you don't, and you'll get nothing out of this! Second, you're both damn good, but he's a little better now, but with that arm being hurt and him being tired, I’d say it'll be about even! You're a little faster, so use your speed! Try to take him out fast if you can! I love you both, Honey, and he needs you, so make it fast! Just don't humiliate him! You've both suffered enough! Good Luck t’you both!” With that May climbed out of the ring.

Waiting for the bell, Sandy looked over at Frank. “God! He looks so handsome and strong, like a Greek god standing there, even with those awful spots on his face! Damn! Those’ll be on my conscience the rest of my life!” Sandy saw his eyes still full of pain, but when he looked at her, they also showed hunger and yes, LOVE.

The bell sounding startled Sandy. “Well, here goes!’ Maybe, she didn't have her heart in this fight, but she knew she was going to put her all into it. She had to win Frank back!

Coming out to the center of the ring, Sandy took her time, seeing that Frank was moving slowly and crouched down. As they reached the middle of the ring, Sandy dived for Frank's legs, trying and take him down quick. Just as she had her hands on them, Frank just picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.

Turning Frank made a lunge, and leapt at Sandy, as she landed.  If not for his injure shoulder, he would have landed on top of her.

Before Frank could get up, Sandy, cat quick, jumped on his back and grabbed him around the neck in a tight headlock.

Frank struggled to get up, to get Sandy off his back. He raised up onto his knees, by brute strength. As she tried to hold him down, Sandy kept on his right side, to take advantage of his bad arm, and tried to force him down all the way. Frank used his now tiring strength to raise his body off the mat, and roll Sandy off.

Sandy was still a little fresher then Frank, and jumped up before he could get a hold of her.  Doing every thing she could to try and keep him down, Sandy rushed Frank and jumped on him, before he could stand up. In her haste Sandy accidentally rammed her knee into his nose. The sound and feel of the bones breaking was sickening to her ears. God! No! Not that too!

Frank fell back on the mat with a scream of pain. Sandy felt sick to her stomach at what she'd just done, but it couldn't be helped now. She just had to end this quickly! She gulped down her queasiness, and twisting around, reached down, and grabbed Frank around his waist. She was going to try a pile driver. That ought to end the fight quickly. She strained to pick Frank up. She had his body half off the mat, when he just reached around her neck with his legs and lifted her up and went backwards throwing her onto the mat.

The pain of his broken nose drilled into Frank's head. Blood spurted through his fingers. He was too dizzy to take advantage of the flip, and Sandy was back on her feet.  She jumped on top of him before he could get up. Pushing him back onto his back she pinned him and got him in a school girls press. Holding his arms down, she prayed he'd just lay still, and it would be over. The trouble was every time Pam counted to two, Frank would push up.

Sandy was tiring fast herself, just trying to hold him down, and finally, Frank used up the last of his strength and forced her off him. He was almost on his feet, pushing Sandy down, when she just fell back, pulling him with her. She flipped him over her. Frank twisted in midair trying to protect his shoulder, and landed on his stomach. Before Frank could move, Sandy jumped on his back, sitting backward on his middle. She wrapped her legs around his arms and grabbed his legs under her arms. Pushing down she had him in a tight Boston crab. Frank struggled wildly, but as much as he tried he couldn't get Sandy off him; he was just too spent.

It dawned on Sandy this was the same hold she'd forced Frank to give in to, in last year's tournament. She remembered torturing him with it, long after he begged and pleaded with her to let him go. She remembered how she'd enjoyed humiliating him with this hold. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she started to cry. Even so, she knew she couldn't let him go until it was over, but why did it have to be THIS hold. DAMMMNIT! NO! Why hadn't he let Pam count him out.

Tears falling from her eyes, Sandy kept the pressure up. She could feel Frank weakening, more and more. She could hear nothing but the screaming of the crowd. They had never seen such fighting in an amateur match before. Even the match the year before was nothing like what they were seeing today. Frank was out of it now. As her tears fell on his back, Sandy kept saying, over and over: “Please give! Please GIVE!” This year, it was she who was begging.

Frank knew it was over. He was worn out, and couldn't fight anymore. His right arm was useless, and he was sure his back was sprained. The only thing he could do was lie there and endure the pain. He remembered the year before, begging Sandy again and again. He had to ask her over twenty times before she finally let him up. It was still on his mind. The roar of the crowd was deafening and he couldn't even hear Sandy sobbingly begging him to give up. Sandy's weight was holding his arms down but Frank somehow raised his left hand as high as he could, about half and inch, and dropped it.

Though her tears, Sandy thought she saw Frank's hand come up and drop. “Dear God, let it be! Please let it be!”

Sandy stood up, still holding on to Frank's legs, and very gently laid them down on the mat. On her knees by his face she sobbed. “Darling, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry!” Taking his bloody face in her hands, she kissed him.

Sandy knew Frank couldn't stand up, on his own, after what she'd just done to his back. She gently pulled him to his feet. She looked into his face with its broken nose and spots. “God I did that!”
Sandy was using both hands to hold Frank up, when what felt like a steel band closed on her wrists. Frank had both of her wrists in a tight grip. “God, no! I cant fight him anymore!’

Frank leaned down to her ear and whispered. “I THINK THIS IS WHAT THE VICTOR DOES!” and pulled her arms straight up into the air.

With that the screaming of the crowd grew even more deafening. Sandy couldn't control herself any longer, and threw her arms around Frank's neck and kissed him over and over. “Frank, I love you! Please don't ever leave me again! I’d die!”

“Sandy, I don't give a damn about my back, but just keep your arms around my neck, because my right arm isn't of much use now!” With that, Frank picked Sandy up with his left arm. Holding her in his arm, he whispered in her ear. “Last time you carried me out! Now it's my turn!”

May pulled the rope down, and Frank carried Sandy out of the ring. With the crowd going crazy, he carried her down the aisle to the door, with the cameras going like crazy.

Sandy knew she was in heaven. A whole year of hell was over! Her Frank was back, beat and bloody but she was in his arms. He carried her out the door and home.

Sandy and Frank lived as happily as any couple could. Frank gave up fighting and went back to be head trainer at ‘Sandy's Gym.’ When she suggested changing the name back he told her. “You saved it, Honey, and anyway too many name changes aren't good for business!”

With Pam and Penny helping out, Sandy was able to keep up her wrestling and boxing and bring many trophies to the gym, being undefeated. She got to have many of her little victory cigars and went for years before she gave up the title to Penny. But that's another story.

May took Sid back with her to her gym, out west, saying she'd finally found a man she could stand.

The last anyone heard, the Gates were in California doing something with computer software.  Bill had a cousin of the same name, already out there in the business. Not as lucky as his cousin their company went bankrupt, but that's a story no one cared about.