The Night I'll Never Forget 
By M.C.
The undefeated heavyweight boxing champion of the world describes the comeuppance he received at the hands of a strong, tough and beautiful female wrestler.


1) Introduction

My name is Jim Richardson. I used to be known as Jim "The Killer" Richardson
because I was the undefeated heavyweight boxing champion of the world. With a
record of forty wins - all by knockouts - and not one loss (in fact I never
lost a single fight in my entire life) I was pretty sure that I was
invincible; as did a great many other people. Invincible, that is, until my
last fight two weeks ago when I was completely destroyed and utterly
humiliated by a strong and tough female wrestler. In fact I've only recently
recovered from the comprehensive beating I received from her hands (or fists I
should say ). Although I recovered physically from the beating she gave me,
psychologically I may never recover. She told me to write about what happened
and how it all came about. So here it is and I'm titling it "The Night I'll
Never Forget," because that's exactly what it was.

2) The Challenge

I was having my usual morning workout, punching away at the heavy bag in the
gym that I always trained in. All of a sudden I heard a woman's voice behind
me say, "So, you're the rough, tough Jim 'The Killer" Richardson eh? The
undefeated heavyweight boxing champion of the world. You don't look so tough
to me. I'll bet that beat you up without even getting my pretty hair mussed.
What do you say you and I meet in the boxing ring?" When I turned around to
see who said this, I was confronted by a large and rather well-built woman
standing directly in front of me; smiling with her hands on her hips.

"Are you serious Miss whoever-you-are?" I asked, surprised at her display of
hubris. "You, a woman, wants to challenge me to a boxing match? I'm the
undefeated heavyweight boxing champion of the world and I've never lost a
single fight in my entire life. And you're just a woman. Are you suicidal or
just plain crazy?" I was very insulted by the sheer arrogance of this woman.
After all, who is she that she can speak to me so disrespectfully?

"First of all my name is Gretta Armstrong and no, I'm neither suicidal nor
crazy. And Armstrong is my real last name too; not because of these." She
flexed her arms and, I had to admit, they were quite impressive. "Sixteen
inches of solid muscle," she said proudly. "And I'm also the world's champion
female wrestler. I'd be the world's champion men's wrestler too except that
because of that fragile ego you males have the Wrestling Federation refuses to
let me wrestle against men. I guess they don't want to see me embarrass their
strongest and toughest wrestlers by wiping the floor with them. I know I'd
kick their asses too because I've done many times in private matches. So, what
do you say tough guy? Are you man enough to face me in the ring? Or are you
going to chicken out just like the wrestlers did? Oh, and by-the-way, I've
never lost a fight in my life either."

Even though inside I was seething now, somehow I managed to keep my cool.
"Lucky for her she's a woman or else I'd be smashing her all around the gym
for the way she just spoke to me," I thought to myself. "So Gretta, you're the
world's champion lady wrestler are you?" I said in as sarcastic a tone as I
could.

"That's FEMALE wrestler if you don't mind. We find the term 'Lady wrestler' to
be both condescending and chauvinistic; not to mention out-of-date. We're
women, not ladies."

"Very well then Miss female world wrestling champion, I think this is all just
some sort of publicity stunt that you're putting on here. Challenging me to a
fight so that you can make a name for yourself. A fight that you must know you
have absolutely no chance of winning."

My snide remark was met by a cryptic smile. "My, my, how presumptuous you are
Mr. undefeated heavyweight boxing champion of the world. Does this mean that
you're really just too much of a scaredy-cat to meet me - mano-al-womano - in
the boxing ring? (She fluffed up her long, brown hair as if to rub in the
point that she was a woman). Wait until I tell the press all about how the
rough, tough world boxing champion was too scared of a woman to face her. And
I promise you I will if you don't agree to fight me."

In retrospect I should have known that she was baiting me. But unfortunately
my masculine pride blinded me to what she was doing and I swallowed the bait -
hook, line and sinker. "Very well then Miss Armstrong," I replied angerly, "if
it's a fight you want, then it's a fight you'll get. But I'm warning you now
in advance tough girl, if you go through with this crazy idea of yours then
you're going to regret it for the rest of your life; understand? I'll meet you
in the main boxing arena downtown at eight o'clock this Thursday evening -
that is provided you don't come to your senses or chicken out by then."

"Oh I wouldn't worry about that Mr. Richardson; I'll definitely be there. In
fact I'm already looking forward to it. Well then big boy, ta-ta for now and
I'll see you on Thursday." And with that the large woman turned around and
began to walk out of the gym. And as she did so, I could swear that I heard
her giggling to herself.

3) Thursday Evening: The Pre-Fight

It was around seven-thirty Thursday evening and the boxing arena was literally
packed to the rafters; there wasn't a spare seat to be found. When word of my
fight with Gretta was announced, people gobbled up tickets like crazy. They
said that there were more than 7,000 people in the arena. And, in addition to
that, a national television station would be broadcasting the fight to
millions more on pay-for-view. Our 'Battle of the Sexes' had become a major
sporting event. All of which was good for me (or so I thought) because Gretta
and I had agreed that it would be a winner-take-all contest; which would mean
a lot of money for me. So as I climbed into the ring and prepared for what I
thought would be the easiest fight of my life, I was feeling very good about
the way things had turned out.

A few minutes later Gretta entered the arena. She was flanked on both sides by
two equally large women whom I would later find out were also wrestlers and
Gretta's best friends. That was her entire entourage? In my entourage there
was my manager and trainer, two handlers and six assistants whose job it was
to attend to my every need. And, in addition to that, there were several
beautiful blond women that I always bring to my boxing matches to cheer me on
- as well as doing other things for me (smirk). And all Gretta brought to her
fight tonight were just two female wrestling friends. "How pathetic," I
thought to myself.

After Gretta's friends laced up her pink boxing gloves - which matched the
pink wrestling outfit she was wearing - the large woman climbed Into the
boxing ring and walked over to my corner. "I'm sorry I'm a little bit late Mr.
Champ," Gretta said with a smile, "but I was at the beauty parlor getting my
hair done. When I heard that there will be a lot of people watching this
little fight of ours - both here in the arena and also on television - I
wanted to look my best for it. You know how we members of the 'weaker sex'
are, always making a fuss about our hair (giggles). By-the-way Mr. Champ, what
do you think about my new hair-do? I think it's very pretty? Don't you?" Then
she calmly walked back to her corner.

I was totally flabbergasted. Here was this woman whom I literally towered over
about to fight me for the world's heavyweight boxing championship, and all she
seemed to want to talk about was her hair! No tough talk, no scowling, no game
face - just her hair! To say that the scene was surreal was not just an
understatement, it was fucking unbelievable! I mean how could she take all of
this so casually? The crowd then grew silent as the announcer stepped into the
ring to introduce us:

"Ladies and Gentlemen," he bellowed out," it gives me great pleasure to
introduce you to the combatants who will be battling it out here tonight. In
this corner, standing six feet- four inches tall and weighing in at 260
pounds, is the undefeated Heavyweight Boxing Champion of the World, Jim 'The
Killer' Richardson!" After I was introduced, the capacity crowd gave me a
long, rousing ovation and the girls in my entourage all blew me kisses. "And
in this corner we have the challenger for his title. Standing five feet-ten
inches tall and weighing in at an even 200 pounds, the female world's
wrestling champion Gretta Armstrong!" Although there were cheers for her from
the crowd, they came mostly from women in the audience. In short, her ovation
paled in comparison to mine.

Gretta and I then met in the middle of the ring and the referee gave us the
usual prefight instructions. We touched gloves and returned to our corners.
The excitement in the arena grew, and then bell rang and the fight was on.

4) The Fight: The First Round

Gretta came out of her corner and immediately started bobbing up and down, her
long, brown hair bobbing up and down as she did. I moved towards her but
before I could throw a single punch POP! POP! POP! she hit me with three left
jabs to my face that came at me so fast that I barely even saw them coming;
much less try to block them. And although they didn't hurt too much, they did
sting. And the fact that she could hit me so easily right at the beginning of
the fight was a bit unnerving. "She just got lucky and caught me off guard," I
said to myself. "She won't do that again." But a few seconds later she did.
POP! POP! POP!POP! Gretta hit me with four more jabs from her left hand that
were also like blurs. "How could she possibly be this fast?" I wondered.

"Way to go Girl!" Amy, one of Gretta's wrestling friends watching from
Gretta's corner shouted out. "Yea Gretta! Show that big bully just what a
female wrestler can do," her other friend Jill added.

"Thanks Girls. Don't worry I will," Gretta replied with a wink. Then she added
with a giggle, "This will be like taking candy from a baby; tee, hee."

So far I hadn't been able to land a single punch on Gretta while she had
already managed to hit me seven times. Although her jabs didn't hurt me too
much, I suspected that it wasn't her intention to do so at the time. She just
wanted to show me how easily she could land her punches. (Gretta would later
confirmed to me that that was indeed the case - her strategy at the beginning
of the fight was just to unnerve me by proving how easily she could hit me
whenever she wanted to, and, unfortunately for me, her strategy was working).

All throughout the first round I tried to stalk her, but this amazingly quick
and agile woman easily avoided me as she gracefully dance around the ring,
peppering me with her lightning fast jabs whenever she had the opportunity.
And when I did throw a punch, Gretta simply raised one of her muscular arms
and either blocked or deflected it.

After the bell ending the first round sounded I sat down on my stool and
thought, "I've never fought an opponent who moves as quickly as Gretta does.
She must have hit me at least thirty times with her jabs while I didn't even
manage to land one single blow." And I wondered again how can she possibly be
this fast? While my manager tried to give me advice on how to fight her, I
glanced over at Gretta's corner and noticed, much to my surprise, that she was
calmly sharing a laugh with her friends. And when Gretta noticed that I was
looking at her, she smiled and blew me a kiss!

5) The Second Round

When the second round began I stormed over to Gretta and unleashed a vicious
bombardment of lefts and rights, an attack that would have felled just about
any other opponent that I ever faced in the ring. But incredibly, so fast were
this woman's reflexes that she managed to block or deflect every single punch
I threw. But what was even more frustrating was that she was grinning at me as
she did so! For about the first two minutes of the round Gretta was content to
simply block my punches and she didn't make any attempt to fight back. But as
I began to tire and my assault on her began to wane, she started
counterattacking.

WHAM! Gretta hit me with a solid right cross to the jaw. It was the first
right she threw in the fight so far and, unlike her jabs, this punch had quite
a bit of power behind it. POW! Another hard punch - this time a wicked left
hook to the side of my jaw which was quickly followed by - THUMP! - an equally
hard right hook to the other side of my jaw. And to add insult to injury,
Gretta began to tease me while she was punching me. "Gee, this is fun," she
said as she drove her right fist deep into my gut. "Had I have known just how
enjoyable boxing was I would have taken it up sooner; tee, hee, hee." Gretta
let up on her attack as the second round drew to a close. "See you in a minute
big boy," I heard her say as we went back to our corners.

Unlike the end of the first round where Gretta did virtually no damage to me,
time she gave me a bloody nose and my jaw was beginning to swell. While my
trainers worked on me to stop my nosebleed and reduce the swelling in my jaw,
I glanced over at my opponent and was stunned by what I saw. Gretta was calmly
sitting on her stool while one of her friends was brushing her hair and the
other was powdering her nose - like she was in a fucking beauty parlor! Again
Gretta looked over at me and blew me another kiss.

6) The Third Round

Furious now at this affront to my masculinity, I charged across the ring as
soon as the bell to begin the third round rang, intending to pound this
insolent woman into the canvass. But instead, I immediately found myself
subjected to a virtual hailstorm of blindingly fast and well placed lefts and
rights from this amazing woman, striking me in every park of my body that she
legally could. So fast were Gretta's punches coming at me that I was reduced
to doing nothing more than to try and defend myself against her vicious
attack. At best I only succeeded in blocking about one in three of her blows.
The rest pounded into my body, some with devastating effect. So much so that
by the end of the third round I was a mess.

Feeling that I needed help in returning to my corner, Gretta wrapped her
strong right arm around my waist, led me over to my stool and sat me down.
"Rest up sweetie pie," she said. "I'll see you in a minute."

As my trainers furiously worked to get me back into shape before the fourth
round began, I looked over at Gretta's corner and was astounded by what I saw
taking place there. Jill was unlacing the boxing glove of her left hand. What
the hell was Gretta planning to do now? I didn't have to wait too long to find
out. "RING!" the bell sounded and the fourth round began.

7) The Fourth Round

As Gretta stood up, Amy handed her a hairbrush! Was this even legal? I looked
over at the referee but he just shrugged his shoulders. "To make this fight
more interesting for me Jimmy (I just hate when anyone calls me that, it
reminds me of when I was a small child and didn't know how to fight) I'm going
to fight you with only my right hand and brush my pretty hair with my left.
Maybe you'll even have a better chance now, (smirk)." Then Gretta laughed and
added," Because just between you and me, you haven't been doing all that well
tonight; have you?"

Despite the beating Gretta had given me in the previous three rounds -
especially the last one - this was just too much for me to take. I mean not
fifteen minutes earlier I stepped into the ring as the proud and undefeated
heavyweight boxing champion of the world. And now this woman is going to fight
me with just one hand and brush her hair with the other? I completely lost it
and came at her with guns blazing. But my effort was as valiant as it was
useless.

I must have thrown at least fifty punches at her but, incredibly, Gretta's
right hand moved so fast that she managed to block most of my punches;
especially those that I aimed at her face and breasts. But unfortunately for
me, Gretta's abs where so strong that even my strongest punches had no
noticeable effect on her. In fact, I even hurt my hands hitting them. It was
like trying to stop a tiger tank by hitting tennis balls against it. And
amazingly, Gretta didn't seem to miss a single brushstroke on her hair!

Even though Gretta was mostly concerned with blocking or deflecting my blows,
when she saw an opening she struck. PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! Three short, sharp
jabs to my face from Gretta's right hand caused my nose to start bleeding
again. PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! And with three more to my mouth so were my lips.
To further humiliate me she began to tease me again. "Boy, some heavyweight
boxing champ you are." PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! I can beat you up and brush my
pretty hair at the same time. Tee, hee, hee."

Gretta had now me backed up in her corner against the ropes and was hitting me
virtually at will; and still brushing her hair! And in addition to all of
that, she then began a casual conversation with her friends! "What did you
think of that pretty red dress we saw at the boutique yesterday girls?" PUNCH!
PUNCH! "Do you think I'd look good in it?"

"Why of course Gretta," Amy replied. "You'd look just great in it. "She
certainly would," Jill concurred, "red is definitely your color Gretta."

"Great then. I'll go and buy it in a few days." PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH!

By now I was all but finished. Not only had this incredible woman beaten me to
a pulp, but she humiliated me in a way that nobody else could ever have
possibly done. It was obvious to everyone that she could easily knock me out
anytime she wanted to. I suspected that Gretta was deliberately holding back
though, no doubt in order to humiliate me some more.

Finally, mercifully for me, Gretta finally decided that I had had enough. I
could barely stand up on my feet. "What do you say big boy? Let's bring this
little fight of ours to an end; shall we?" She pulled me away from the ropes
in her corner where she had trapped me, set herself up and WHAM! hit me with a
powerful right uppercut underneath my chin. People watching swore that
Gretta's final punch literally lifted me several inches off the canvas and
sent me flying backwards several feet before falling back to the floor. At
first I didn't believe it. It seemed impossible - after all, I weigh 260
pounds. But after I viewed the tape of the fight, I saw that it indeed was
true. Gretta's final punch had literally sent me flying.

8) After the Fight

For some reason I was still conscious. As I lay there on my back, I could see
Gretta smiling down at me with her hands on her hips as the referee counted me
out (and for the first time I realized just how beautiful she was). I could
see him raise Gretta's right hand up and announce, "Ladies and Gentlemen, by a
knockout at two minutes and forty-five seconds of the fourth round, it gives
me great pleasure to introduce to you the new heavyweight boxing champion of
the world, Gretta Armstrong!"

I could hear the tremendous ovation she received from the capacity crowd in
the boxing arena. The same ovation that I received when I was introduced not
twenty minutes earlier (although now it seems like it happened a century ago
). Gretta stared down at me and said, "nice fight big boy. If you train hard I
may give you a rematch someday - provided you want one that is; tee, hee,
hee." And then I saw her leave the ring.

As I lay there on the canvass, battered, beaten and totally humiliated by this
amazing and beautiful woman with my reputation as a strong tough-guy, totally
in ruins, I did something that I hadn't done since I was a small child; I
began to cry. Gretta, after receiving her well-deserved congratulations from
Amy and Jill, noticed this and came over to where I was lying. I suddenly felt
a strong hand grasp each of my ankles and yank me out of the ring. Gretta
propped me up against the side of the ring and looked at me. "Oh you poor
thing you," she cooed. "Here, let Gretta make it better."

She bent down and, incredibly, lifted me up and slung my 260 pounds over her
right shoulder. "My god," I wondered yet again, "just how strong is this
awesome woman?" Gretta then wrapped her strong right arm around my ankles and
walked me over to my corner where my entourage was. They all standing in
shocked disbelief at what they had just witnessed.

"I believe that belongs to me now," Gretta said to my manager as she pointed
to my heavyweight championship belt (actually I should have said 'her'
heavyweight championship belt).

"What are you going to do with the champ now?" he asked as he handed the belt
over to her.

"I believe you're referring to the ex-camp, aren't you? I'm the champ now,
remember? Well, I had so much fun beating him up tonight that I decided to
take him home with me and have some more fun with him. I'm afraid you're all
going to have to find another to boxer to manage and train now. Jimmy here
won't be doing any more boxing for a long time; if ever." Then Gretta turned
to my blond 'companions'. "And I'm afraid you bimbos are also going to have to
find somebody else to latch on to. Jimmy's going to be with a 'real' woman
now." With that, Gretta returned to her friends. "Come on girls, let's go."

9) In the Parking Lot

Seemingly without effort, Gretta carried my 260 pounds up the aisle that led
towards the exit of the boxing arena. As she did so, Gretta smiled and waved
her championship belt around at her now adoring fans - people who only a short
time earlier had been 'my' adoring fans. She led us out to the parking lot and
over to their cars. "Well girls, I hope you both found this evening's
entertainment enjoyable."

"It was fantastic Gretta. We loved every minute of it," Jill said.

"I second Jill's motion," Jill chimed in. "You were awesome tonight Gretta;
absolutely, totally awesome! We especially loved the part when you were
brushing your hair while you were pounding him. Jill and I were both laughing
like crazy."

"I know, I heard you. I thought you guys would like that. It's something that
I always fantasized about doing. Did you like it too Jimmy?" Gretta and her
friends all started giggling when she said this. All the time that Gretta was
talking to her friends she had me slung over her shoulder; but she seemed
totally oblivious to my weight. And once again I couldn't help but wonder just
how strong is she?

"O.K. girls, I guess it's time I take Jimmy here home - that is to say 'my'
home (wink). We'll be in touch."

"Good night Gretta," Jill said, "and be good." (smirk) They all shared another
giggle after Jill said that. And then they parted company.

Gretta carried me over to where her car was parked. Since it was a BMW
convertible, she simply plopped me down on the passenger side up front. "You'd
better put on your seat belt sweetie pie. You might find this to be a wild
ride and I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

"What are you going to do with me Gretta?"

"Whatever I want lover boy," she laughed. "Whatever I want." Then she turned
on the ignition and off we went.

10) Gretta Takes Me Home

When Gretta said it would be a wild ride she wasn't kidding. Masterfully
maneuvering her BMW through the streets of the city and then on the highway at
speeds well over a hundred miles an hour. Even I who also drives rather fast
(I own both a Ferrari and a Lamborghini) was losing my nerve. It got much
worse when she pulled off the highway and started to drive up into the
mountains where her home was located. Driving fast on a straight highway is
one thing. But on a mountain road with a lot of sharp curves on a dark night
at high speed like Gretta was driving now was downright terrifying.

"Are you scared Jimmy?" Gretta teased. "Don't worry. As you can see I'm a very
good driver. And besides, we're nearly there. I just love living up here in
the mountains. It's so quiet and peaceful and the air is always clear." A few
minutes later Gretta drove her BMW up to what appeared to be a very large
home. She opened the garage and parked her car inside. Gretta got out and
walked over to my side. "Take my belt Jimmy, I'm going to need two hands for
this." Gretta then reached over, placed her hands underneath my armpits and
lifted me completely out of her car - without even opening the door! I mean
how many people in the entire world can do that? "Probably not too many," she
laughed when I asked her. Once again this incredible woman placed me over her
shoulder and carried me inside.

She carried me into a very large bathroom and sat me down on the toilet. "Now,
let's see what we can do about cleaning you up there. Boy, it looks like
somebody put you through a meatgrinder tonight; tee, hee." For the next half
hour or so Gretta worked on my face, tending to my many welts and bruises -
wounds which she, ironically, gave me herself. "There, she said, "I'm afraid
that's about the best I can do for now. The swelling of your jaw will take a
little while to subside as well as the other bruises you received tonight. I'm
sure you have a lot of aches and pains too but they'll also go away with
time." Then she grinned and said, "I'll bet that you've never been on the
receiving end of a beating like the one I gave you tonight, have you Jimmy?"

"Well no Gretta, I haven't."

"But I'll also bet you've administered beatings like this to others; right?" I
nodded. "Well then, at least now you know how it feels. Come, let's take a
shower together and then we'll get into my nice, big comfy bed. You and I have
a lot to discuss tonight."

11) In Gretta's Bedroom

After our shower Gretta carried me into her bedroom and plopped me down on her
bed (we were both naked). Then she sat down next to me. "How long do you
intend to keep me here Gretta?" I asked.

"For as long as I want to Jimmy. Where are you going to go. After all, I'm the
champ now and I think it's safe to say that your boxing days are over." Then
she grinned and added, "unless you want a rematch with me. In that case I'll
give you one whenever you like." Gretta made a fist and playfully tapped me on
my badly swollen jaw. "But I somehow suspect you won't be in any hurry for
one. But we can spar with each other and maybe I can teach you a few things.
How would you like to learn how to wrestle? It can be fun and you won't get
hurt as much as boxing."

"You mean you plan to keep me here for a long time Gretta? Against my will
like I'm some sort of prisoner?"

Gretta sighed. "Have you ever heard that old saying, 'to the victor goes the
spoils' Jimmy? Well I think that we can both agree that I was the victor
tonight and you, therefore, are my spoils." Gretta paused for a few moments,
pondering what she should say next. "I'll tell you what Jimmy, stay here with
me for one month, and if at the end of that time you really want to leave then
I'll let you. You'll be free to go. I promise that I won't hold you here
longer than that against your will."

"Why did you beat me up so brutally tonight Gretta? Why did you extend the
fight longer than you needed to? You could have ended it earlier, couldn't
you?"

"Jimmy, if I had wanted to I could have knocked you out in the first round."

"Then why didn't you?"

"For several reasons. First of all I wanted to win the title in such a way
that would leave no doubt in anybody's mind that I was the superior fighter. I
have my pride too you know. Second, you were very rude, chauvinistic and
condescending to me when I challenged you in the gym the other day. So I
decided to teach you a good lesson by giving you the beating that I felt you
deserved. I may have gotten a little bit carried away though, and for that I
apologize.

Third, there were a lot of people in the arena tonight, not to mention those
who were watching on T.V. They paid a lot of money to see our fight, and if I
had knocked you out in the first round, then they wouldn't have gotten their
money's worth. And fourth (Gretta began to smile now) I was having so much fun
to beating you up that I simply didn't want to end it too soon. And
by-the-way, you know that punch I hit you with to end our fight, the one that
lifted you completely off the canvass? (How could I ever forget that). Well it
wasn't as powerful as I can punch. I didn't want to hurt you too much. That's
why you were still conscious at the end."

"Look Jimmy, as you might have noticed I'm a very strong, tough girl and
fighting is what I love to do. That's why I got into wrestling in the first
place. I've beaten the all of the strongest and toughest male wrestlers in
private matches. But because of that, neither they nor the Wrestling
Federation will allow me to wrestle against them publicly. They simply didn't
want the embarrassment of a woman beating all of their best male wrestlers as
they knew I would. So, with nowhere left for me to go in wrestling, I looked
at boxing and saw that you were the heavyweight champion. And since I also
heard that you had a rather large ego, I felt that you'd be easy to bait into
accepting a challenge from me - and I was right (giggles). And again, I do
apologize for getting a little bit carried away with the beating I gave you.
So Jimmy, do understand now why beat you up tonight?"

"Yes."

"And will you agree to stay here with me for one month?"

Fighting to hold back my tears (but not too successfully), I lowered my head
and softly said, "Yes Gretta, I'll stay here with you for one month."

Noticing this, she gently put her strong right arm around me and softly said,
"It won't be so bad Jimmy; you'll see. You may even get to like being here
with me and want to stay on longer. And you won't have to train so hard
anymore because I'll be handling the boxing from now on. But you can be my
sparring partner. Now, I usually make the men I beat in a fight lick my pussy
as a sign of their submission to the superior woman. But given the condition
that your face is in, I think we'll wait until the swelling goes down. I want
you to enjoy it as much me, but I think you've endured enough pain for one
night. So, let's just lie down in my nice, big, comfy bed and do some serious
cuddling."

12) My Epiphany

While I originally hated being with the woman who had beaten me up and
humiliated me in front of practically the entire world, after a couple of
weeks of being with her I began to feel a subtle change taking place within
me. The more time I spent with her, the more my anger at her for what she did
to me began to subside and I actually began to like this incredibly powerful
and beautiful woman. But it was only after Gretta did what I'm going to
describe next that I finally realized where my true future path lay.

According to the World Boxing Federation's rules, Gretta, as champion, was
required to defend her title against one of the top contenders within six
months after she won her crown. But Gretta didn't want to wait long before she
fought again - she enjoyed her fight with me so much that she wanted to do it
again as soon as possible. But what was truly astounding was that Gretta
decided to do something that seemed impossible for any mortal person to do;
she wanted to fight all three of the top contenders on the same night - one
after the other! No boxer in history, no matter how good he was, has ever even
considered taking on two opponents on the same card; and here Gretta wants to
take on three! "Don't worry about me Jimmy," Gretta said when I questioned the
wisdom of what she was intending to do. "I'm sure that everything will be all
right; for me that is. But it was very sweet of you to express your concern
about me." Then she giggled and added, "Perhaps you're beginning to like me
after all. Tee, hee."

Although I didn't believe that they would agree to Gretta's highly unusual
request, the World Boxing Federation did; and arranged for her to fight the
top three contenders for her title the very next week! Only two weeks after
she fought against me. That was unheard of, but Gretta didn't seem to mind. "I
suspect that they agreed to my unusual request because they're hoping that one
of these boxers will beat me," she casually remarked. "They don't want to see
a woman as heavyweight boxing champ." And I believe that on that point Gretta
might very well be right.

But unfortunately for the boxing federation, Gretta disappointed them as she
easily knocked all three of her opponents out; each in the third round. For
the first two rounds Gretta simply played around with them before she finished
them off in the third (Gretta said that she didn't want to play favorites so
she treated them all equally ). Although these were three of the very best
boxers around, they were clearly totally outmatched against this amazing
Amazon.

Gretta didn't give them anywhere near the comprehensive beating that she had
given me, and she didn't brush her hair during any of the fights either.

"Although I could have, I felt it wouldn't be dignified for the champ to do
that," she told me afterwards when I asked her about it. But she couldn't stop
herself from teasing them while battering them all around the ring. And while
Amy and Jill cheered ecstatically from her corner, I watched quietly from a
near-by seat. But the more I watched this superwoman in action, the more
impressed I became with her. Indeed, how can anyone not be impressed by what
this awesome Amazon can do? Isn't that ironic? That the very woman who beat me
up, totally humiliated me and ended my boxing career a mere two weeks ago was
the very same woman that I now found myself falling for.

As we were driving home after her fight (or I should say fights), I asked
Gretta why she always teases her male opponents while she's beating them. As
it was raining Gretta took her sleek Mercedes Benz CLS C-257 instead of the
BMW convertible, thus enabling us to have a normal conversation in the car
while she drove. "The reason I do it Jimmy is so I can beat down their macho
male egos while I'm beating down their bodies; like I did to you a few weeks
ago. Understand Jim (this was the first time that Gretta had called me Jim)
I'm not a sadistic person by nature. A fighter yes, but not cruel. But when a
large, strong macho man comes up against me no doubt thinking that just
because I'm a woman he'll have himself an easy fight - like I'm sure you did
Jim (wink) - I feel an urge to teach him a lesson. In fact, it really turns me
on when I'm doing it and it always has. I guess it's just in my nature for me
to feel this way."

"And as to why I brushed my pretty hair while I was beating you up in our
fight Jim, well that's a little bit different. You see, I've always had a
secret fantasy to do that - to be both strong and tough while at the same time
also being feminine; that's why I giggle at lot during my fights. And brushing
my hair while beating up some big, strong, rough, tough macho man like you was
simply taking my fantasy to a higher level. Because of the nature of the
sport, wrestling doesn't lend itself to doing that whereas boxing does. So,
since my encounter with you in the ring was my first professional boxing
match, and I felt that I needed to teach you a good lesson, I thought this
would be a great opportunity for me to actually play my fantasy out." Gretta
then began to giggle.

"What's so funny Gretta?"

"Well, as I told you before Jim, humiliating a big, strong macho man like you
while giving him a good beating at the same time is a very erotic feeling for
me. So as I was brushing my hair while I was pounding you I had an orgasm; the
best that I ever had! For me it was the perfect storm; everything just came
together at once. You were the proud, undefeated heavyweight boxing champ and
yet here I was, a woman, beating you up with just one hand while brushing my
pretty hair with the other. I mean what can be more sexually arousing for me
than that Jim?"

"How come you've started to call me Jim all of a sudden?"

She reached over and playfully pinched my still somewhat swollen cheek. "Do
you really not know why Jim?"

"Well, no. Why else would I would have asked?"

"Why do you think I dragged you out of the boxing ring and carried you home
with me? Why did I insist that you stay with me for a month; even though I
knew that you must have hated me for what I did to you and being in my home
with me was undoubtably the last place in the world that you wanted to be? You
were very proud man Jim, and I not only beat you to a pulp, but also totally
humiliated you in front of virtually the entire world; thus destroying both
your career and your reputation as a result. Why are you even here with me
now?"

I didn't answer her, but I did think about it all the way back to her home as
we drove there in silence. When we arrived, Gretta led me into her bedroom and
we sat down on her bed. "So, why did you bring me here and insist I stay here
for a month Gretta?" I finally asked her.

Gretta thought for about it for several minutes, then she sighed. "When I saw
you, the proud and previously undefeated heavyweight boxing champion of the
world, lying there on the canvass and crying as a result of the severe beating
and humiliation that I inflicted on you in front of everyone, I felt something
that I've never felt before after beating and humiliating a male opponent -
regret. Whether you deserved it or not, I felt very bad about what I did to
you. And I also felt that somehow I had to try and make it up to you. I knew
that you'd never willingly agree to come home with me after what I did to you.
so I decided to carry you out to my car, drive you up here and let the chips
fall where they may."

"So, is that it Gretta? I'm here because you felt pity for me?"

After another long pause Gretta looked at me and said, "No Jim, you're here
because of this." She then put her powerful arms around me and gave me the
longest, strongest and most passionate kiss that I have ever received in my
entire life. In fact I had to beg her to stop before I completely passed out.
"Oooopsy," she giggled. "Sometimes I forget just how strong I am." Gretta
looked at me and softly asked, "So Jim, would you like to stay here with me?
Because even though it's only been two weeks, if you really want to leave,
I'll let you. You're now free to go if you choose to do so."

Now it was my turn to think for a while. "No Gretta," I replied after several
minutes of contemplation (which for Gretta probably felt like an eternity), "I
don't want to leave. In fact, I want to stay here with you forever; if you'll
have me that is. You are by far the strongest, toughest, most powerful and
most amazing woman I've ever met; not to mention you're also very beautiful;
and I'm falling in love with you."

"Good," Gretta smiled. And then, after another long and passionate kiss, she
looked at me and said, "I see that the swelling in your face has gone down
considerably since the night I beat you up. So Jim, I think it's time that you
fulfilled your obligation to me."

"What obligation are you talking about Gretta?" I asked, perplexed.

"You don't remember? I told you after I first brought you up here that every
man I beat in a fight has to lick my pussy as a sign of submission to the
superior woman. In your case I delayed it due to the condition that your face
was in at the time. But now I see that your face has improved dramatically
since then.

So lover-boy, let's get to work."

13) Epilogue

Exactly one month to the day after this magnificent woman beat me to a pulp,
Gretta and I got married. And while she handled the boxing (easily beating up
every opponent who dared to face her in the ring) I was more than content to
simply be her companion and sparring partner. You can see me now in her corner
when she fights; standing alongside Amy and Jill as Gretta easily pounds one
hapless opponent after another into submission. Now I know that many of you
are probably asking yourselves, "How can you, Jim 'The Killer' Richardson,
possibly be happy living with very the same woman that totally crushed you and
forced you into retirement?" Well, the answer to that question is quite
simple: Gretta Armstrong is by far the strongest, toughest, most awesome and

in my humble opinion - the sexiest woman on this planet; bar none. And I could
not possibly be any happier than I am now, sharing my life with this awesome
Amazon. And I owe all of this to that fateful night when we met in the boxing
ring - it was indeed a night that I will never forget.