The Women's Boxing Club
by M.C.
Women boxers settle a few scores with their male counterparts.


"Jeff, wait up!" my friend and teammate on the boxing team yelled after me as
I stepped out of the weight room and prepared to take a shower.

"What is it Roger?" I asked.

"I think I'll be able to go out with you and Nancy this Friday night after
all; if I can find a girl to go with that is."

"Really? But I thought you were broke."

"I was, but guess what? The strangest thing happened a little while ago. Some
woman came up to me and said she'd give me $50 if I'd spar with one of her
female students in a women's boxing club she runs."

"What are you talking about Roger? What boxing club?"

"I'm not sure exactly. She said she teaches women how to box at the YMCA and
would like some of her better students to get some 'practical experience'
against a decent boxer. She asked me if I wouldn't mind sparring a few rounds
with one of them this evening and she'd even pay me $50 for my trouble. When I
agreed, she handed me a $50 bill on the spot."

"Sounds great Roger, but are you sure you can handle it? After all, there may
be some pretty tough girls there (wink)."

(Laughs) "Yea, right. The woman said her students are mostly college girl
athletes that want to keep in shape during the off season but that there were
even some in their 30s who were taking the class for fun and exercise. I
figure I'll humor whoever she's setting me up with for a few rounds...easiest
50 bucks I ever made."

"Well then go for it Roger." I watched as the our middleweight boxer sauntered
off. "I hope it works out well for him," I said to myself."Maybe he'll even
get lucky and hitch up with one of the college girls in the club; who knows?"

The Next Afternoon.

"Hey Roger, how'd it go last night?" I asked when I saw him the following day.
Roger was standing near his gym locker with his back towards me. I couldn't
see his face but for some reason he seemed strangely silent; very out of
character for him.

"It was...O.K." he said softly after a long pause; he didn't even turn around.

"Well...did you meet anybody?"

"Sort of." He still didn't turn around to face me which I found very unusual -
Roger is usually a very cheerful and upbeat guy.

"Well then, spill the beans man!" I said as I approached him.

Surprisingly, he kept staring into his locker. "It's...it's not really that
important Jeff. Just forget about it."

Being the heavyweight boxer on our college team sort of made me the leader and
I wasn't used to being rebuffed, certainly not by a 165 pound middleweight. So
I grabbed Roger firmly by the shoulder and turned him around so that we were
now facing each other...and then starred at him in shock. Roger's right eye
was almost shut and his jaw was badly swollen. In addition to that, there were
several other bruises on his face indicating he had recieved a rather
comprehensive beating. As I starred down at him he appeared to be fighting to
hold back his tears.

"Roger, what the hell happened to you? Who did this? Were you jumped? Who were
they?" (I assumed he was assulted by several guys as Roger was a good enough
boxer to fend off one attacker at least, if not two).

"I told you it's nothing!" he screamed,"now just leave me the hell alone!" He
then broke out of my grip, slammed his locker door shut and ran out of the
gym. I was stunned. Roger was indeed an excellent boxer. Whoever did this to
him must have been either very large and strong or he was attacked by several
guys at once. But who, and why? And why wouldn't he tell me? As I slowly
walked out of the gym, I bumped into Ray, the light-heavyweight boxer on our
team. "Hey Ray, did you see what happened to Roger?"

"Yea, I saw him earlier but he didn't want to talk about it. That was quite a
beating he recieved. I wonder who could have done it. Must'ave been one tough
guy."

"That's what I'm thinking, or several guys ganging up on him at once. Funny
thing though, Roger didn't mention anything about going out anywhere last
night; he just said something about sparring with some woman at the "Y".

"Really? That's interesting Jeff."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because about an hour ago a woman approached me about sparring with one of
her female students in her boxing class at the "Y" tonight. She even handed me
a $50 bill after I agreed."

As Ray and I were talking, Randi Wassem, the star of the women's swimming
team, walked up to us. "Hey guys, have any of you seen Roger Wilson around? I
thought I might find him here at this hour."

"Roger? He left a few minutes ago Randi," I replied; then, after a pause,
asked,"he seems to have run into some kind of trouble last night...you
wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?" (Randi and Roger dated
each other for a little while about four months ago, until he broke up with
her for somebody else. I always felt that Randi was very angry about this but,
as the saying goes, 'such is life' ).

"Trouble? Gee, I'm sorry Jeff but I have no idea what you're talking about. I
suppose I'll catch up with him later. Thanks anyway guys, and sorry for the
intrusion." As she walked off, Ray and I couldn't help but notice the wide
grin Randi had on her beautiful face.

I watched her for a bit, then turned back to Ray,"so anyway, what's this
boxing thing all about?"

"Dunno Jeff. Like I said, this woman paid me $50 in advance to spar with one
of the women in her boxing club. I spose I'll find out this evening. Anyway,
gotta run. Too bad about Roger though. I wonder who could have done that to
him? He's a pretty good boxer; it probably wasn't a fair fight"

"Yea, I'm sure it wasn't. C'ya round Ray...and watch out for those women
tonight (wink)."

"Oh I will Jeff. I'll be watching...watching *everything* if you know what I
mean (smirk)."

The next day I was greeted by another shock. As I saw Ray approaching me in
the hall, he suddenly stopped when he noticed I was coming. He then turned
around and began to walk off in the opposit direction. I caught up and
cornered him (it's hard to move too fast in the crowded halls) and backed him
into a wall. When I looked closely at him, I couldn't believe my eyes. His
face looked like it had been put through a meat grinder. Like Roger, he also
had a black eye, several large welts all over his face and a swollen jaw."What
the fuck is going on Ray?" I screamed," who the hell is doing this to you
guys?"

"I...I don't want to talk about it Jeff. I...I can't."

There were tears in his eyes as he broke away from me and quickly darted off.
He soon disappeared into the crowd; leaving me alone, searching for answers.
Roger and Ray were both tough, strong, well-conditioned athletes as well as
excellent boxers; and yet both were beaten to a pulp on successive nights. By
whom? And why? And why wouldn't they want to talk to me about it? Hell, I'm
the team leader; their friend. It's as if they're embarrassed or something.
Something very bizzare is going on here.

As I was pondering this I heard someone behind me call out my name. "Hey
Jeff!" I turned around and was staring into the lovely ebony face of Celia
Winters, the six foot-two inch starting center on the women's basketball team.
"Have you seen Ray by any chance?"

"Err, actually I did Celia, about two minutes ago in fact."

"Really? Which way did he go?"

I pointed her in the direction in which he ran off.

"Great Jeff, thanks." She reached up and pinched my cheek,"you're a dear." As
she started to go after him I called out,"Celia, would you happen to know if
Ray had a run-in with anybody recently?"

"A run-in? Gee, not that I know of. Why do you ask Jeff?"

"He seems to have been in a fight last night; got rather badly beaten up."

"Oh really? Well, he is a boxer, isn't he? Doesn't that go with the
territory?" She winked at me over her shoulder as she walked off.

Now that's very strange; why would Celia be looking for Ray? They hardly know
one another. Well, there was that time a couple of months ago at the
fraternity party when he took advantage of her while she was drunk; but that
happens all the time in college doesn't it? Did Celia get somebody to beat Ray
up? Ray's a good boxer and weighs 190 muscular pounds; who could she have
gotten to do that? And what the hell happened to Roger?

It was in this perplexed state that I entered the weight room to begin my
afternoon workout. No sooner had I entered when I felt a surprisingly strong
hand grip my upper arm."Mr. Conners, I'd like to talk to you about a little
business proposition if you don't mind." I looked over and nodded at a rather
attractive and extremely well built woman who appeared to be in her early 40s.
"My name is Millie Sanders and I used to be a drill sergent in the Marine
Corps. Now I teach a boxing club for women at the YMCA and I'm looking for
some experienced boxers to give a few of my better girls a real test. How
would you like to earn $50 for going a few rounds with one of them?"

"Ms. Sanders, even though you may think that some of your girls are pretty
good, I'm a heavyweight college boxer and weigh 220 pounds. Aren't you just a
little bit afraid that I might hurt whoever it is you put me up against? I
mean...I am a man after all."

She responded to my statement with a cryptic smile and reached into her purse.
"Oh I wouldn't worry too much about that if I were you Mr. Conners. Here's
$50. My class begins at 7:00 PM sharp, and I expect you to be there on time,"
- this was obviously a woman used to giving orders. The powerfully built
female flashed me another strange smile before she began heading for the door.
"And do have yourself a pleasent workout," she said on her way out.

7:00 PM that evening at the YMCA

I entered the "Y" and was directed to the room where the women's boxing club
met. As I did so, I was surprised to see some familiar faces; very familiar
faces in fact. Both Roger and Ray were there, still showing the signs of the
beatings they recieved. But what really surprised me was that Roger was
sitting next to Randi, and Ray with Celia. I also noticed that there were
about a dozen other women of various ages and sizes sitting around the boxing
ring, some with men and some by themselves. As I looked around something else
caught my eye, something that sent shivers down my spine - all the men
appeared to be rather badly beaten up, but the females looked quite *normal*,
that is to say unmarked. What have I gotten myself into here?

"Good evening Jeff," I heard Millie's voice say,"glad you could make it and
welcome to my boxing club. Your opponent will be here in a few moments, she
went to the ladies' room to freshen up a bit before her sparing session. In
the meantime, can I lace you up?"

"What in the hell is going on here?" I demanded.

"Now, now Jeff, please watch your language...there are ladies present (giggles
were heard from the females in the crowd). As I told you earlier today, I run
a women's boxing club and tonight we're all going to watch you spar against my
star student. Now let me lace you up." I climbed up into the boxing ring and
Millie began to put on my gloves. As soon as she finished, the door to the
restroom opened and a large, very well built girl walked out...and my jaw
dropped.

"Brenda? Brenda Patrick? I'm going to spar against her?"

"That's right sweetie pie," the six foot, 200 pound college shot put champion
said as she climbed into the ring," you and I have a little score to settle,
don't we honey?"

"I'm not fighting her, no way!"

"Why Jeffy, because you dumped me for that sexy cheerleader Nancy? You think
I'd hold a grudge against you just for that? What kind of girl do you think I
am?" As she spoke, Millie began to put on her boxing gloves. "Just because you
told me you loved me and the very next week ran off to be with that slut?"

Millie finished lacing up Brenda's gloves and then the muscular girl began to
jump up and down on the balls of her feet, her long brown ponytail bouncing up
and down behind her. "Jeffy's a scaredy cat, Jeffy's a scaredy cat," she
teased. All around the ring the women in Millie's boxing club began to laugh.
Roger and Ray remained strangely silent, as if in a daze. I felt the anger
inside of me building up. "Jeffy's a scaredy cat, Jeffy's a scaredy cat,"
Brenda continued,"the big, rough, tough, macho boxer is afraid of a girl. Wait
until I tell everybody at school about this."

Furious now, I lost my cool. "Have it your way Brenda!" I shouted out,"if it's
a fight you want, then it's a fight you're going to get. But don't blame me if
you get hurt."

"Oh, goody, goody gumdrops,"she giggled,"Jeffy's going to fight me. I'm so
scared; tee, hee, hee."

"You won't be laughing when I get through with you!" I bellowed."Let's get it
on girl!"

"Yes Jeffy...let's do that."

Enraged, I began to approach her - a six foot-three inch, 220 pound
heavyweight college boxer with more than fifty victories to my credit against
a six foot, 200 pound female shot put thrower...what chance could she possibly
have against me?

End of part one.