FEMBOX I: Something Lost
                   A Story By DRAGON


Cast of Characters:

Karen  American Gladiator Ice
Chris  American Gladiator Diamond (No accent)
Pamela  Your favorite non-amazonian babe.
Ken  Who cares.


I'm a thirty five year old manager for a large electronics 
manufacturer. To stay in shape, I joined a boxing gym about three 
years ago. The gym had a few female members. They where much like 
myself. Just women looking to put some challenge into their 
workouts. About three months ago, another woman joined. She was 
different than the rest. She had joined the boxing gym to box.

Her name was Karen and she was huge. The first day she came into the 
gym, it was obvious to everyone that she was seriously into weight  
lifting. She was a blonde, about five eight with brown eyes. Have 
you ever noticed how some women have faces like cats? Well Karen had 
a face like a lioness. She weighed at least a hundred and seventy 
pounds. She had a few wrinkles of fat surrounding her thick 
midsection, but that was it. The rest was solid muscle. Her arms 
would look big on most men. On her they were huge. Looking at her, I 
could see were the expression "cannonball delts" came from. Her chest 
was thickly muscled. Her B-cup breasts would have given a smaller 
woman a good figure, but on her they were lost on her massive pects. 
She didn't have anything even close to a classic hourglass shape. 
She was just broad and blocky, built like a tank. Her legs matched 
the rest of her body with their thickness. Quads bulged past the 
tight shorts she liked to wear. Her calves bulged over top of her 
socks. Her physique wouldn't win her any body building contests, but 
she looked like she could change a tire without a jack.

The first week she was in the gym, she quickly gained the respect of 
the male members. In the weight room, she impressed and intimidated 
the men with a two hundred and fifty pound bench press. After her 
performance, most of the men felt the need to try to beat her lift. 
Many of them couldn't match her, and went away feeling a lot less 
macho. Some men managed to beat her by ten or twenty pounds. A few 
of the bigger guys were able to easily exceed her, or felt no need 
to try. I set a personal best that day of two sixty after she 
vacated the bench. Half the men in the weight room went home that 
night sore or injured. 

The next day Karen strode into the weight room. Without saying a 
word, she put three hundred pounds on the bar and benched it for 
five reps. She smiled at the stunned faces around her, got up 
slowly, and left the three hundred pounds on the bench as a silent 
challenge. A few men went for it. Some of them made it. But most of 
them were put in the humiliating position of calling for help to 
lift the bar off their crushed chests. Like most of the men in the 
weight room, I pretended that I was so secure in my masculinity, 
that a woman displaying her superior strength didn't bother me.

Karen proved she wasn't a cream puff in the ring either. She boxed 
with some of the professionals that trained there. She even managed 
to beat a couple of them. None of them got the better of her. Some 
of the less serious boxers like myself tried her, most of them were 
slaughtered. I never personally challenged Karen. The woman 
intimidated the hell out of me. Perhaps she sensed that. Maybe like 
most predators, she was attracted by the scent of fear on her prey. 
I never did figure out why she chose me.

One day when I was working out on the heavy bag I saw her come out 
of the women's locker room opposite me. She scanned the room and 
our eyes locked. I wondered what the hell was going on when she 
started walking right towards me. 

Grabbing hold of the swinging bag, she said, "Your name's Ken, isn't 
it? I'm having a problem finding a sparring partner today. Mind 
helping me out?"

I looked around the gym. There was a crown of guys in there 
available to spar, including some of her regular partners. I was 
suspicious, but also intrigued. I'm six feet, one hundred and ninety 
pounds, and in excellent shape. I was curious to see if my well 
conditioned male body could compete with her female body. I thought 
that the worst that would happen, was that she would rough me up a 
bit over a few rounds. There were plenty of other guys in the gym 
who had been humbled by her. I wanted to see if I was better than 
them. I agreed to spar with her. She climbed through the ropes of an 
empty ring and waited for me to join her.

Karen banged her gloves together impatiently while I laced on a pair 
of sixteen ounce gloves, put in my mouthpiece, and donned some 
headgear. Karen was dressed in shorts and a cut off T-shirt that said 
"NO FEAR" on it. I thought that was appropriate for her. I wish it 
applied to me. 

I climbed through the ropes and faced her. I was afraid and excited 
at the same time. Looking across at my opponent, I felt a natural 
attraction for her. She wasn't a classic beauty, but strength and 
health radiated from her. I didn't have long to think about it, as 
one of her partners who was acting as timekeeper signaled for us to 
start. I felt another twinge of fear as she quickly closed the gap. 
I had watched her enough to know that it would be a mistake to try 
to hold back on her. As she came in, I threw a quick jab that she 
dodged easily. Closing in, she drove her right hand into my stomach. 
I had my abs tensed, but her punch still knocked the wind out me. 
She kept her arms low and continued to blast my body. I tried to hit 
her back, but most of my punches collided with her arms. The few 
that got through didn't seem to bother her. I was desperate now, as 
she herded me into my corner. My stomach and ribs felt like they 
were on fire as the leather gloves cracked against my skin. I 
managed to hit her in the face, but we were to close for me to put 
any power in my punch. She took a step back, and nearly tore my head 
off with a roundhouse. Two more punches rocked me. I was in serious 
trouble now, so I threw my arms around her shoulders. God, she was 
solid. I felt her hot sweaty back under my arms. She paused for as 
second as she repositioned herself. I felt her back and shoulder 
muscles roll under my arms. The next thing I felt were her gloves 
thudding into my body. I tried to let go, but she hooked her arm 
around the back of my head so that I couldn't get away. My abs 
failed and I felt her gloves digging into my innards. The pain was 
intense. My knees gave out and I started to fall. Karen managed to 
support me long enough to land three more punches before I slipped 
out of her grip. I dropped to the canvas and curled up. 

As the shock of her assault wore off, I started to feel the pain. I 
lay on the canvas for a minute clutching my gut. Karen's partner 
jumped in the ring and asked me if I was OK. I tried to put on a 
good face and let him help me up. Karen had already left the ring. 

"What the fuck's wrong with her?" I asked.

"I don't know man. I never saw her tear into anybody like that 
before. You sure you didn't do something to her?"

I replied in the negative and let him help me through the ropes. 
After I got back to my apartment, I took stock of my injuries. I 
had a black eye and a bloody nose. My stomach and ribs were a mass 
of bruises. I felt stabbing pains in my kidney area, and it scared 
the shit out of me when I pissed and saw blood in my urine.

My live in girlfriend Pamela came back from work, took one look at 
me, and started dialing 911. I calmed her down, and assured her that 
I was OK, even though I was worried myself. I made up a quick 
explanation about biting off more than I could chew with a fighter 
down at the gym. That was true, but I neglected to mention the fact 
that it was a woman. 

The next few days, I stayed away from the gym. When I was feeling a 
bit better, I decided to go out with some guys from work to a local 
bar. I had used the same explanation of my injuries at work as I 
had used with my girlfriend. So it was quite a surprise to everyone 
when Karen came walking up to me in the bar.

"Hey Ken, I didn't know that you came here. I'm sorry about the way 
I beat you up in the gym. I just got carried away."

"Wait a minute," one of my buddies from work said, "You're the guy 
that beat the shit out of Ken?"

Karen nodded.

"The way he was talking, we thought he had been taking on a 
heavyweight contender."

"No, I'm just one of those girls down at the gym trying to lose a 
bit of extra weight," Karen said.

It wouldn't have been so bad if Karen had come into the bar wearing 
one of her muscle shirts. But tonight, Karen was wearing a loose 
fitting blouse and slacks which where hiding her physique. She 
couldn't disguise her bulk, but the way she was dressed, she could 
pass as pudgy. It was the first time I had ever seen her wearing 
makeup, and she looked fairly feminine. I wanted to crawl under a 
table as my friends from work laughed with Karen and joked at my 
expense. I tried to smile and shrug it off, but I knew this would 
haunt me as long as I worked at the company. Karen gave me a hard 
slap on my back that nearly knocked me off my feet as she left the 
bar. The guys got a real kick out of that. I didn't stick around 
much longer before I excused myself. Returning home, I felt like 
shit. I knew the story would spread like wildfire. I also found it 
strange that Karen didn't talk to anybody in the bar except me and 
my friends.

The next few days were hell. I had to put up with all kind of snide 
remarks and E-mail messages. A secretary invited me to step outside 
if I didn't like her work. I thought that it couldn't get any worse. 
Then I got back to my apartment.

"Heard you got your ass kicked by a woman."

It was the last thing I needed to hear out of my girlfriend's mouth. 
Pamela told me that she had run into Karen at lunch time, and that the 
blonde apologized for messing me up. Needless to say, this didn't do 
anything for my sex life. How the hell did that bitch know Pamela?

I didn't have sex with Pamela for three weeks. Things died down at 
work. I joined another gym and started working out again. The 
bruises had healed and the memories faded. I finally felt ready for 
Pam again. She had a headache. After trying to woo her a few days, I 
decided to crank up the charm. On her day off, I left work early to 
make her a romantic dinner. I had planned on candlelight, music, 
dessert, and some hot sloppy sex. When I got home, I found that 
Pamela had already had the hot sloppy sex - with Karen. 

They were both laying together in my bed. The sheets were rumpled. 
Karen had her arm around Pam. They were both naked and covered with 
sweat. You didn't have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure it out. Pamela 
grabbed the sheets and tried to cover up. Karen just reclined there 
with her arms behind her head and looked at me.

"Hello Ken. You look surprised. I would have thought that you would 
have figured out something by now. You had enough clues. Pamela's 
late nights and weekends at work. The mysterious phone calls. Your 
sheets smelling like a tuna net."

"You fucking bitch!" I yelled. "Get up. Right now. I'm going to kick 
your fucking ass!"

"Your memory must be fading like your potency in your old age. Looks 
like I'm going to have to give you a reminder."

I couldn't watch Karen laying in my bed anymore. I lunged for her 
throat. Karen caught me diving on her with her feet in my chest. 
Flexing her massive quads, she sent me crashing into the wall. I 
started for her again as she jumped out of bed. I threw a punch 
which she caught with her arm. Countering, she sent her fist 
slamming into my eye. I tried to punch her with my left, but she 
ducked and slammed another fist in my gut. Karen caught me with 
another quick combination to the face. Remembering what she had done 
to me in the ring, I decided that boxing with her wasn't such a good 
idea. Before she could loose her next punch, I wrapped my arms 
around her and drove her backwards into a night stand. A lamp was 
crushed under her naked back as she toppled into the wall. 

"You son of a bitch!" she screamed as sharp corners cut into her 
back and thighs.

Taking advantage of her position, I hit her with a solid shot to the 
face. I heard her head smack the wall. I hit her twice more, opening 
a cut on her cheek with my class ring. My fourth punch missed as she 
moved her head to one side, and my hand crumpled painfully into the 
wall. Karen grabbed my shoulders and butted me in the face. I felt my 
nose break with a sickening crunch. My eyes instantly teared up 
leaving me half blind. Karen shoved me back and got away from the 
wall. I was dead meat as I stumbled around my bedroom swinging 
wildly at her. Karen started picking me apart with her fists. I 
tried to lunge at her again in the limited confines, but this time 
she was ready. Ducking under my armpit, she got behind me and 
applied a painful hammer lock. With her free hand on the back of my 
neck, she slammed me face first into the wall. I saw the red 
splatter on the white paint as she pulled me back and sent me 
slamming into the wall again. On her third attempt, I used my free 
hand to stop myself from hitting again. We struggled for a few 
seconds, then Karen suddenly released her hold and sent her fists 
slamming into my kidneys. I screamed like a girl with the pain. 
Spinning me around, Karen hit me with a right cross, and the world 
went black.

When I regained consciousness a few minutes later, I found myself 
looking up at Karen. She was still naked, but now she had my boxing 
gloves on. Pamela was kneeling on the bed, the sheet still held in 
front of her, watching. I started to get up, but Karen stepped on my 
chest slamming me back to the floor.

"Nice of you to join us again Ken. Pamela was just telling me what a 
little pussy-wimp she thinks you are compared to me. That's for both 
fighting and fucking. Let me set you straight on a few things since 
you seem to stupid to figure it out on your own. Your life is mine. 
I can take anything I want from you and you aren't man enough to 
stop me. Just ask Pam. Perhaps a little demonstration will help. 
Look over at the wall there."

I looked over where Karen gestured. Two walnuts were fastened to the 
wall with a thick piece of clear tape about three feet off the floor.

"A lot larger than life, but I think you can visualize where I'm 
going with this."

Drawing back her gloved fist, she slammed it into the nuts. I heard 
the crunch, and saw a picture on the wall jump from the impact. 
Withdrawing her gloved fist, I could see that both nuts were cracked 
open, and one crumbled to the floor.

"Of course, these are a lot harder to break than the real thing. I 
know from experience. The Chinese once asked me if I wanted to take 
over their birth control program."

Karen laughed at her own joke. Pamela giggled nervously.

"But back to you. If you ever try to stop me again. If you fuck with 
me. I'm going to destroy what little is left of your manhood. Now 
get out of my apartment. I'm going to spend the rest of the night 
with my girl Pam, in my bed."

"I'll kill you, you fucking bitch!" I screamed as I lunged from the 
floor.

Karen let me get to my feet. Her gloved hands blurred as she punched 
me in the face. Ducking down low, she sent a quick, paralyzing shot 
to my balls. I could see Pamela biting her lip and looking on with 
mixed emotions as I went down holding myself.

"I'll let you go this time. But if you bother me again, you had 
better consider lipstick and breast implants. Pamela, get the door."

Pamela scampered by us as Karen reached down and picked me up by my 
belt and collar. Pamela opened the door, and Karen tossed me out into 
the hall. I lay there a minute, my mind reeling from the shock and 
pain. The door opened again, and Karen tossed the broken walnuts 
next to me.

"Here, take these as a reminder. They're probably in better shape 
than what you're packing now. By the way, me and Pam are going to be 
seeing your friends from work tomorrow. Don't be surprised if our new 
relationship comes up in conversation."

I dragged myself to my car as best as I could and drove to the 
emergency room. I told them that I had been mugged, and they bandaged 
me up. I checked into a hotel and spent the night. The next day, I 
went into work and resigned. I went back to my apartment. I was 
relieved to find that it was empty. I spent the rest of the week 
finding a new apartment and moving my stuff. I left the bed. I 
wasn't worried about money. I had been doing well for a few years 
and lived a modest lifestyle. But what I needed, what that bitch 
Karen took from me, couldn't be replaced with money. On my last trip 
to my old apartment, I found a note that had been slipped under the 
door. It read:



You don't know me, but we've both met Karen. Word gets around. You 
aren't Karen's first victim. I couldn't do anything about it. Maybe 
you can. Go to 2305 East Main Street and ask for Chris.

- A Friend


The next day, I visited the address. I was surprised to find that it 
was a small boxing gym on the edge of town. Entering, I could see 
that it was one of those grubby little one ring gyms you see in the 
movies. The few men working out in the middle of the day where all 
rough looking and bore the marks of professional fighters. I asked 
one of the men where Chris was, and he pointed me towards a small 
office. Poking my head in, I saw a long haired blonde woman with her 
back turned to me, working on a ledger.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Chris," I said.

The blonde turned around in her chair and looked up at me. She was 
beautiful. I guessed that she was about my age. She had blue eyes, 
an angular face, a thin nose, and a strong jaw line. She also had a 
number of visible scars that marked her as a fighter. I drew in my 
breath as she looked me over. The bruises on my face were still 
clearly visible.

"Geeze, what does the other guy look like? I'm Chris. You looking to 
join? Take a seat. I've got a membership form here somewhere."

I sat in the only other seat as she looked through her drawers.

"I've got a few questions for you."

"Sure, our rates are fifty dollars a month payable in advance. For 
that you get..."

"No, not those kind of questions."

She stopped looking through her desk and focused on me.

"So shoot."

"Do you know a woman named Karen?"

Chris stiffened visibly.

"You had better have a good reason for mentioning that name in my 
gym."

Chris listened quietly as I told her my story.

At the end, she said, "That's tragic. What do you intend to do about 
it?"

"I've got to face her."

Chris got up and closed the door. Leaning over, she looked me right 
in the eyes. Faster than I could react, she reached down and grabbed 
me painfully by the balls. I reacted by clutching her wrist. Her arm 
didn't budge. I could feel steely tendons through her warm-up jacket. 
I didn't dare try to resist her.

"Do you know what you're risking? I know Karen. She's carried out 
that threat before. The men she did that to might not have been much 
before, but they're absolutely nothing after. Are you willing to 
risk losing your balls?"

Tears welled in my eyes from the pain of her hold and the emotion of 
the moment. She continued to stare at me, waiting for an answer.

"Yes!" I cried, "I'd rather face her like a man, and risk losing my 
balls, than to live like less than a man, and keep them."

Her blue eyes burned into my soul. After staring at me for what 
seemed like an eternity, she nodded and relaxed her grip.

Loosing her hold, she said, "Perhaps you're worthy to keep your 
balls... as a man. We'll see. Come back here tomorrow at Six sharp. 
If you're late, don't ever come back again. Bring money. What you're 
asking for won't be cheap. Now go. I've got preparations to make."

I left the gym feeling hope for the first time in months. But I also 
knew that Chris's price would be very high, and that her true price 
couldn't be satisfied with money. I visited the bank before I went 
home and made a substantial withdraw. That night, I couldn't get to 
sleep at all. Finally, I gave up and drove down to the gym in the 
middle of the night. I sat on the steps waiting for dawn. I must 
have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, I was being 
nudged by a foot. As my eyes opened, I saw that the sky was just 
getting light. Looking up, I saw Chris standing over me with a stern 
look on her face.

"You're late! Get the hell out of here!"

I started to stutter, "B-b-but... I just fell asleep for a minute."

Chris looked amused.

"Just kidding," she said. "It's only Five Thirty. I'm sorry to put 
you through this, but I had to make sure that you're sincere. You've 
passed the first test."

Chris offered me her hand. She easily pulled me to my feet.

Shaking my hand, she said, "I'm Christine Bergman."

"Ken Butler."

"Ken, I'm your new trainer. I know where you need to be to beat that 
bitch Karen, and how to get you there. It won't be easy, and it 
won't happen overnight. But if you stick with me, I can help you get 
back what she took from you. It might seem like I'm breaking your 
balls at times - sorry, poor choice of words. You're going to finish 
today feeling like you're going to die. You won't. You'll get 
stronger every day you come here. And I expect you to come every 
day. I wasn't kidding about that. You miss a day, you're done here. 
I've got to warn you, you're not the first man to come to me about 
Karen. I don't know who the hell's been writing those notes, but 
there were two others. They couldn't hack it."

"What happened to them?"

"One shot himself. The other moved out of town to some mountain top 
somewhere - and then shot himself. But I have a feeling about you. I 
think you might just make it. Come on inside. You've got the longest 
day of your life ahead of you."



                   FEMBOX II: The Road to Redemption
                   ---------------------------------

Cast of Characters:

Karen  American Gladiator Ice
Chris  American Gladiator Diamond (Erika Andersch, No accent)
Pamela  Your favorite non-amazonian babe.
Ken  Not really important.
Gina  Lori Loughlin (Full House)


Chris opened the door to the small grubby boxing gym that she owned. 
It was five thirty in the morning and nobody else was here yet. I 
entered behind her. The smell of stale sweat mixed with other odors 
I don't even care to think about hit me in the face as I entered.

Turning around, Chris asked me, "Did you bring the money?"

I pulled a large wad of cash out of my jacket pocket and handed it 
to her. She quickly shuffled through the bills. 

Looking back up at me, she said, "This will do for a while. I'll let 
you know when I need more. Well, lets get started. Come over here."

Chris led me over to a small door. Opening it, she picked up a mop 
and handed it to me.

"What's this for?" I asked.

"What does it look like it's for. The gym opens at six. Try to 
finish the floor by then. See me when you're finished."

"Wait a second," I said, "I thought I was paying you to teach me to 
box, not mop floors."

"Is that what you came here for? I must have been wrong about you. 
Here, take your money back. Leave the mop on your way out."

Chris shoved the money into my chest and started walking towards her 
office. I followed behind her.

"Come on now Chris, It's just that... well... this is bullshit."

Chris wheeled to face me so fast her long blonde hair whipped across 
her face forcing her to push it out of her eyes.

Jamming her finger into my chest, she said, "You can take that money 
to any gym in the city and get boxing lessons. You didn't come here 
for boxing lessons. You came here to get your life back. That's 
going to take a hell of a lot more time, patience, and effort on my 
part than just showing you how to box. I'm asking for quite a bit of 
money, but not nearly enough to do what I've got to do. So I'm 
asking for you to show a little commitment to me and the gym. It's 
your life. If it isn't worth a little effort on your part, then it 
sure as shit isn't worth anything to me. I'll be in my office. Do 
whatever you want."

Turning around, she stalked off into her office and slammed the 
door. Wandering over to the ring, I leaned on the apron and thought 
about it a few minutes. Making up my mind, I picked up the mop and 
went to find a bucket. It took me nearly two hours to clean the 
floor. A few guys had drifted into the gym to start their morning 
workouts. One of them who saw me mopping the floor told me that he 
didn't think it had ever been cleaned before. I believed him.

When I had finally finished, I put away the mop and knocked on 
Chris's door.

"Come in," she said.

I opened the door. Chris was chewing on a pencil leaning over an 
open ledger book. She broke the pencil in half and threw it across 
the room. I noticed that there were a lot of broken pencils on the 
floor. 

Looking up, she said, "I'm glad you decided to stay. Lets see how 
you did."

Chris grabbed a tissue and walked out into the gym. Wrapping the 
tissue around her finger, she bent over and wiped it across the dark 
wood floor. Straightening up, she showed it to me. The tissue was 
almost black. I shrugged my shoulders.

"That's OK. It looks a lot better than it used to. I could have 
planted corn out here before."

"Having trouble with your books?" I asked.

"The only time I can ever get them right is when I bring in the guy 
who does my taxes. Last year he spent three days trying to come up 
with a figure that he was willing to sign his name to."

"Maybe I could help. I was an accounting major in college."

"Ken, you learn fast. Have a look at them tomorrow morning. Right 
now, lets start your training. Your locker is number thirty two."

I went back and found the locker. Somebody's stuff was already in 
there, and from the smell of it, it had been there for a long time. 
Tossing it in the garbage, I made room for my own stuff. Getting 
changed into a tank top and shorts, I found Chris watching two guys 
sparring in the gym's sole ring. 

"Keep your hands up Bubba. You might be able to get away with that 
shit with Juan, but a better fighter would be feeding you leather. 
Don't make me get in there and prove it to you. Everything OK Ken?"

"Well, somebody's stuff was in that locker."

"Don't worry about it. That guy's dead."

"He didn't die in here, did he?" I asked only half joking.

"Not unless you uncovered his body when you were cleaning the floor,"
Chris chuckled. "No, he died a block away from here. Drive by 
shooting. That reminds me. Is that your car out there?"

She pointed out a dirty window to my Buick. I nodded.

"How far away do you live?"

"About four miles."

"Walk in the park. I don't ever want to see you drive in here again. 
From now on you run."

"Through this neighborhood?"

"I run down here every day. You can build up your wind, and your 
survival skills at the same time. Now lets have a look at you. Turn 
around."

I slowly turned around as she inspected me like a slab of meat. I 
had spent a lot of time keeping in shape and had been proud of my 
body. Proud of my body until I had met Karen.

"You look in good shape. Now lets see if I'm right. Put on a pair 
of gloves and lets hit the heavy bag."

After hitting the bag for a few minutes, Chris asked me, "Are you 
warmed up now?"

I nodded.

"OK," she said, "hit me in the gut."

I hit her with my gloved fist. It felt like hitting a board.

"I really hope that you were holding back," she said. "Now try 
again."

Hitting her as hard as I could, I managed to back her up a few 
inches.

"Better," she said. "We'll work on your strength. Lets see what you 
know about boxing. Juan, out of the ring. Bubba, stay. Get in Ken."

I climbed in the ring with Bubba. He was a large black man. At least 
two inches taller and sixty pounds heavier than myself. Chris 
ordered us to box. Bubba moved in quickly for a big man. I tried a 
jab and he just leaned back and it fell short. Bubba smacked me with 
a jab of his own. I tried to hit him with a right. He batted my 
glove out of the way and nearly took my head off with a straight 
right of his own. At that point, I was strictly fighting for my 
life. Bubba put me down twice in two minutes before Chris called him 
off. 

After I got out of the ring, she asked me, "Why was Bubba kicking 
your ass?"

"Just look at the guy. He's a truck. He's bigger, stronger, and 
faster than I am. He must have at least a three inch reach 
advantage," I answered.

"Ken, I'm glad you said that. You're wrong, but now I can have a 
little fun at your expense. By your reasoning, you should be able to 
beat somebody smaller than yourself. Is that what you're telling me?"

"Hey, you don't have to drag me into the ring and beat the hell out 
of me to prove your point."

"No, that comes later in the program. Besides, I'm not that much 
smaller than you. How do you think you'd do over somebody that you 
had sixty pounds on? Do you think you'd do any better?"

"Yes," I replied.

"I'll tell you what. There isn't anybody that much smaller than you 
in here right now. Why don't you just stay warm while I make a phone 
call."

Chris walked into her office while I played with some of the bags. 
Five minutes later, she came out.

"I got somebody. They'll be over in fifteen minutes."

While we waited, Chris took me through a drill on the speed bag. 

Twenty minutes later, she said, "Ah, I see that your sparring 
partner has arrived."

"You've got to be kidding."

Coming through the door was a cute little girl in her early 
twenties. She had brown hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a 
T-shirt and shorts. She was toned, but not muscular. She couldn't 
have been more than five five, one fifteen. She was about the same 
size as my ex-girlfriend Pamela. She spotted Chris and came walking 
over. I could see her looking me over as she got closer.

"Thanks for coming Gina. I know it was short notice," Chris said.

"You know I owe you. This the guy?" Gina asked.

"This is Ken. Ken, this is Gina. She's one of our women members. Now 
why don't the two of you climb into the ring. We've got a couple of 
points to make before lunch."

"Wait a minute," I said, "I don't want to fight her. For God's sake, 
I might kill her."

Gina seemed amused.

"He has a rather high opinion of himself, doesn't he?"

"Actually, he doesn't. That's one of the things I've got to work on. 
I'm just looking to give him his first boxing lesson here. Don't try 
to humiliate him. Ken, get in there. If you look like your going to 
hurt her, I'll tell you to stop. But I don't think you'll have to 
worry about it. This could take a while, so we'll have three minute 
rounds with one minute breaks."

I was glad to see Gina put on some head gear as we climbed into the 
ring together. Chris signaled the start of round one. Hopping on 
her toes, Gina came right after me. Aggressive little thing, I 
thought. I held my hands high as she jabbed at me a couple of times. 
Ducking low, she socked me in the belly. She hit pretty hard for her 
size, but nothing I couldn't handle. I spent the rest of the round 
letting Gina pepper my arms and stomach. Chris called the round, and 
I returned to my corner. Chris walked over to where I was standing.

"Ken, will you please try to hit her. I won't even ask you to try to 
hit her for real. Just hit her. It'll make the lesson go a lot 
faster."

Chris signaled for round two. Following her instructions, I fired a 
weak punch at Gina's head. Before I knew what was happening, Gina 
disappeared and then I saw her pop up right next to me. The next 
thing I saw was red leather filling my view as my head was snapped 
back twice. All this happened before I could get my hand back in 
front of my face. Launching another punch, I got similar results. 
Gina countered with a stinging right and then ducked down to land 
two punches to my body. She was smiling now. I tried to wipe that 
smile off her pretty face with a hard left. This time she smacked me 
right on the nose. It hurt like hell. I got more than a little angry 
at that point. Going after her, I started swinging lefts and rights. 
Gina raised her gloves to protect her face and retreated as I 
pursued her around the ring. Catching her against the ropes, I 
rocked her with a series of punches. Even though I was only catching 
her on the arms, it looked like she was getting knocked around a bit.

All of the men in the gym had gathered around the ring to watch, and 
I heard one of them yell, "I'll bet you feel real good about hitting 
a girl like that!"

Chris yelled back, "Shut up Reb, unless you want to try hitting a 
girl like me."

I immediately came back to my senses. I dropped my hands to see if 
Gina was OK and to apologize to her. Her hand flashed over my gloves
and hit me in the eye. When my head snapped back, she wasn't in 
front of me anymore. I looked to my right. She wasn't there. I 
turned my head to the left. Pop! Red leather caught me again. Chris 
called the round. 

Round three didn't go any better for me. Gina continued to pepper me 
with her hard little shots. At the end of the round, I still hadn't 
even connected with a solid punch.

As I stood in my corner waiting for round four, I was sweating like 
a pig and starting to breath hard. Gina was actually in her corner 
running in place to pass the time.

I heard one of the boxers behind me yell, "Come on Gina, kick his 
ass."

Looking at the man, I said, "Thanks buddy."

Looking up at me he said, "Sorry man, but if you're going to work 
out in this gym, sooner or later you're gonna run into one of the 
ladies. At least you got a small one. Hey, I've got twenty bucks 
on you lasting until round six. Do you think you can try to make it?"

Chris tapped the man on the shoulder and said, "Hey Rocko, you know 
how I feel about gambling in my gym. I get to place the first bet. 
I've got a hundred bucks that says Ken here will last until round 
seven. And so you don't think I'm fixing it, I'll give Gina a 
hundred bucks if she knocks him down any sooner."

A number of men crowded around Chris to take her action. At least 
she was willing to bet on me - sort of. I tried to do the best I 
could during round four. I did manage to finally land a solid shot. 
But that was only because Gina had started to try to trade me three 
for one. Even I wasn't that slow. Towards the end of the round, I 
was really starting to get tired. Chris mercifully called time 
allowing me to spend a minute trying to catch my breath.

I only threw a couple of punches through round five. My arms where 
beginning to feel like lead. Gina didn't have a problem with that. 
Instead of looking to hit me in the face, she concentrated on my 
unprotected belly. It's not the easiest thing in the world to 
breathe heavily while keeping your abdominals tight. And it doesn't 
help matters when somebody is punching you in the stomach. Gina's 
body shots which had only stung earlier, now felt like leather 
wrapped bricks being dropped on my stomach from five feet up.

Matters only got worse in round six. Gina really wanted that hundred 
bucks at my expense. She wasn't on her toes anymore. She was 
standing flat footed in front of me punching as hard as she could. I 
tried to back her off with a punch or two, but I was way to slow 
now, and it just gave her the chance to hit me in the face again. 
Midway through the round, I found that I was dropping my gloves. I 
should say that Gina pointed it out to me with a left-left-right 
combination. I staggered a bit and fell against the ropes. This 
generated a lot of excitement amongst the men betting against Chris. 
Gina moved in on me. I was trapped against the ropes by the kind of 
girl who I would have dropped a hundred bucks on taking her to 
dinner. Now here a girl was trying to beat the shit out of me for 
the same amount. Not what I had expected on my first day. As my arms 
dropped again, she would step in close and punch me in the face. I 
would raise them back up and she would step back to hit me in the 
gut. Head-gut, head-gut, head-gut. Chris had to tell her twice to 
back off at the end of the round. 

Before she returned to her corner, Gina said, "You just cost me a 
hundred bucks, and I'm going to take it out of your hide."

Lurching from the ropes, I fell down as I stumbled towards my 
corner. This caused a little bit of spirited debate as the men tried 
to argue that the break counted as part of round six. Chris wasn't 
having any of it, as she told them that anyone who felt that 
strongly about it could try to take their money back from her. There 
were no takers.

Round seven was short. Gina marched over and buried her fist into 
my belly button. If anything, the break had made things worse, as my 
tortured abs cramped up on me. I instinctively dropped my hands to 
protect my belly. Again, I saw Gina's big red gloves arc towards my 
chin, connected to her thin arms. I saw the gym jerk crazily around 
me as my head was snapped back and forth by right and left hooks. I 
ordered my arms up, but they weren't responding. After getting hit 
half a dozen times, I saw Gina quickly step out of the way of my 
falling body. I saw the grungy canvas rushing up at my face. I 
didn't feel or hear a thing as my face smacked and rebounded once. 
The next sight I saw was Chris and Gina leaning over me. Chris 
looked concerned. Gina looked like she hadn't gotten her hundred 
bucks worth yet.

"Are you OK Ken? You were out for almost a minute," Chris said.

I tried to get up, but the room was rocking around me. I just lay 
back down on the canvas.

"I'll be fine. Just give me another minute."

Smacking her gloves together, Gina said, "Get up wimp. Lets go a 
couple of more rounds."

Chris looked upset as she said, "Shut up Gina, he doesn't need that 
kind of shit from you after you beat him like that. He was one of 
Karen's victims. And don't worry about the money, you can have the 
hundred I just won."

"Thanks Chris." Gina said. Putting a gloved hand on my arm, she 
said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know. You really did do good for somebody 
who can't box. I thought for sure you wouldn't last past round five."

Gina left to hit the showers as Chris continued to kneel next to me.

"Well Ken, what did you just learn?"

"That a girl nearly half my size can kick my ass and there's not a 
damned thing I can do about it."

"Sort of. Say it a bit differently. Forget that she's a girl. If 
there was a guy that small in the gym, I could have used him to prove 
the same point."

Thinking for a moment, I replied, "That skill and conditioning are 
more important than size and strength."

"Bingo! I couldn't have said it better myself. There's probably 
another couple of hundred little lessons that I have to teach you, 
and if they all go as easily as this one..."

"I'll be dead."

"Don't be so negative. I was about to say that you'd be well on your 
way to achieving your goal. Get cleaned up and see me in my office."

A couple of the guys helped me out of the ring. I threw up in the 
locker room. After spending half an hour under a hot shower, I felt 
a bit better. After I was dressed, I went to see Chris. She was 
waiting for me.

"Do you still want to continue? It's not going to get any easier."

"I was thinking about that in the showers. About what Karen did to 
me. Whether it's worth it or not."

"And?"

"Hell yes I want to continue. You do what you have to do to get me 
ready. I'll just add it to Karen's tab."

Chris was fairly beaming at my answer. Her smile made me feel better 
than I had since my life had gone in the crapper.

"You had better watch yourself. With answers like that, I might just 
start to like you. And if I start liking you, I'll have to go even 
harder on you."

"I'll take my chances."

"Here," Chris said tossing me a key, "this is the key to the front 
door. Could you come in early tomorrow and clean the bathrooms 
before you look at my books."

"Yes maam."

"Go home and get some rest. You really did do a lot better today 
than you might think. Gina's one of the best boxers I've ever seen. 
Lasting as long as you did was quite an achievement. If I could get 
that girl hitting the weights, there's no limit to how far she could 
go. Oh, and about running in tomorrow"

"Yes."

"You can walk the four miles if you want. You earned it."

"Gee, thanks."

I went back to my apartment actually looking forward to walking 
four miles just to clean Chris's bathrooms. Her approval had become 
very important to me, and I wasn't sure that it had anything to do 
with getting my life back.



Two weeks later I was doing some sit-ups in the gym. Chris had 
decided to focus on my conditioning. She had told me that it would 
be useless to work on my boxing skills before I could survive the 
lessons. So here I was on my thirty first sit-up, and I was close to 
failure. Now thirty one sit-ups might not sound like a lot to you, 
but just imagine doing them while your amazon trainer is throwing a 
medicine ball in your gut, and expecting you to toss it back so that 
she can do it again. I just wish that Chris didn't look like she was 
enjoying it so much.

"Thirty two, thirty three, thirty four..."

"Oooofff"

"Looks like we found your limit. That's good. Three more than last 
time. I'll bet your stomach feels like shit and you probably want to 
throw up. Take a break and eat something."

It would have been funny, except that she meant it. I had lost five 
pounds since Chris had started training me, and she expected me to 
eat something at least every two hours so that I didn't lose 
anymore. She wanted to make sure that there was still something left 
before she started building me back up again.

I went over to my gym bag, sat down on a bench, and forced myself to 
eat a banana. As I ate, I examined the interior of the small one 
ring gym. It was looking a lot better than it had two weeks ago. It 
should, I thought. Chris had been giving me cleaning assignments 
every day. I had also started doing her books. She hadn't been 
kidding when she said she was having some trouble with them. Chris 
might be one of the greatest trainers who ever lived, but she 
couldn't add, subtract, or post a receipt worth a damn. As I 
finished up, I saw Chris waving me over to the weights.

"I hope you chewed that banana well. Because we're going to see if 
you can keep it down while I take you through some circuit training."

While Chris put weights on the bars, I watched some of the action in 
the ring. Frank was a new member. He had just joined the gym a few 
days ago. He was now kicking Juan's ass. Juan had been a member for 
a couple of years. Frank dropped Juan to the canvas with a right 
cross. Juan started to get up, but before he had made it completely 
to his feet, Frank rushed over and put him down again. I saw that 
the last bit of action had attracted Chris's attention.

"You hang out here for a minute Ken. I have to make an attitude 
adjustment."

Chris walked over to the edge of the ring.

"Hey Frank, why don't you help Juan up and apologize for the cheap 
shot. I can appreciate a man trying to get some respect in a new 
gym. And I'm sure that you were just a little bit excited. But 
you're going to have to control yourself if you want to work out in 
my gym."

"And if I don't?" Frank asked. 

The other boxers in gym who had been listening to the exchange went, 
"Ooooooohhhh."

"Then I'm either going to have to teach you some ring etiquette, or 
throw you the hell out of here."

Frank bobbed his head as he said, "OK, come on. You think you can 
teach me something? So teach me."

It occurred to me as I watched, that I had never seen Chris box. I 
hadn't even seen her working out. In fact, I hadn't ever seen her 
without her warm-up jacket on. But I was about to.

Chris stripped her jacket off and pulled on a pair of worn leather 
gloves. Holy shit, I thought, as I got my first good look at her 
body. Under her jacket, she was wearing one of those black muscle 
tops that displays a woman's waist and shoulders. Chris had a lean 
muscular physique that filled her five foot ten frame quite nicely. 
She had a thin waist with a washboard stomach. Her arms were 
beautifully muscled without looking oversized. Her back and shoulders 
were broad. Almost out of proportion with the rest of her. And the 
best part of all, Chris had the sweetest looking pair of honey 
melons jutting proudly through the fabric of her top. I found myself 
biting my lip as she climbed through the ropes.

Frank wasn't a small man. I figured that Chris went at least one 
sixty, but Frank would probably have more than fifty pounds on her. 
He was also about ten years younger than she was. If you had asked 
me to bet on this contest a year ago, I probably wouldn't have 
thought that Chris had a chance. But the lesson of Gina was still 
fresh in my mind. I rushed over to where the other boxers were 
placing their bets.

"Hey guys," I said, "can I put some money on Chris?"

Bubba who was holding the money replied, "No."

"Why not?"

"No shit Chris is going to win. We've got a pool going on how many 
times she knocks that fool on his ass. It's twenty bucks. Do you 
want in?"

"Yeah. Put me down for six times."

"Only if she's in a good mood," Bubba smiled.

Chris and Frank started circling each other in a spiral that met in 
the center of the ring. As soon as they got close enough, they both 
started throwing leather with blinding speed. It didn't look like 
there was any skill involved, but I didn't think it was just random 
chance when I heard the crack and saw Frank's head pop back. Chris 
pursued him firing hard punches as he wobbled around the ring. She 
finally caught him with an uppercut that caused his legs to fail.
Frank sat down heavily on the canvas.

"Lesson one, no matter how good you think you are, there's always 
somebody better than you. That's why you should treat everybody with 
respect."

Frank was getting to his feet when Chris stepped in close and hit 
him with a sledgehammer right that flattened him on the canvas.

"Lesson two, stay in a neutral corner and allow your opponent to get 
to his feet before you resume boxing. You look like a real asshole 
if you don't."

Chris offered Frank a hand and helped him up. The man took a swing 
at her with his free hand. Chris ducked and smashed the man in the 
jaw with her own hand. Releasing her grip, she let Frank fall back 
to the canvas.

"Lesson three, if you do put somebody down with a cheap shot, 
apologize and help them up. Sorry Frank. Here let me help you."

The man waved her off as she offered him her hand again. Frank got 
to his feet by himself. Chris closed. Frank was clearly pissed now 
as he started swinging wildly. Chris ducked his swings and bombed 
his gut with her leather clad fists. I could see the difference 
between Chris and Gina. Gina had a great deal of skill. Chris had 
the skill, plus she hit like a mule. What it had taken Gina seven 
rounds to do to me, Chris was doing to this guy in two minutes. With 
a left-right combination, Frank went spinning back to Earth.

"Lesson four, put your used towels back in the bin."

Frank looked a little punchy at this point as he got back to his 
feet. His defenses were a joke as Chris snapped his head around with 
three lightning fast jabs. Again he fell to the canvas. Ken thought 
he saw a little blood on the man's face as he went down.

"Lesson five. Everybody, what's lesson five?"

The boxers surrounding the ring yelled out, "Don't fuck with Chris!"

Frank got up on wobbly legs. Chris walked over to him and grabbed 
his jaw with her left hand.

"Looks like we're going to have to skip right to lesson twenty. 
Lesson twenty, always apologize to me for breaking one of my rules."

Chris stared at the man for a few seconds, and then nearly took 
his head off with her free right hand. Frank started crawling away 
from her. Chris walked behind him slowly as he made his way to the 
ropes and started to climb through. Chris took his feet and dragged 
him back to the center of the ring.

"Lesson twenty Frank. Stand tall and apologize like a man when 
you're wrong."

From the canvas, Frank said, "I'm sorry."

"Wait a minute. I couldn't hear you from down there. Here, let me 
help you up."

This time, Frank took her gloved hand and allowed Chris to pull him 
to his feet.

"Now what did you want to say?"

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For breaking one of your rules."

"And do you have anything else to say?"

Juan probably saved Frank another trip to the canvas when he waved 
at him.

"Uh, Juan. I'm sorry for the cheap shot."

"That's good Frank. Now you can feel free to stay or go as you 
please. I'll even refund your money to you if you decide to leave. 
But I want you to know that I don't have anything against you 
personally. I had to teach the same lessons to half the guys in here.
And let me just say that any gym that doesn't have rules like mine 
isn't worth training in."

Chris slapped the man on the back and climbed out of the ring with 
him.

Bubba said, "Sheeeit. Looks like you won Ken. But I think that the 
fix was in. She went through nineteen of her lessons with me."

As they separated, Chris called over to Frank, "And if you want to 
know what you were doing wrong in there, just set up a lesson with 
me and we'll go over it."

Chris stripped her gloves off as she walked over to me. I tossed her 
a towel and she began to wipe the thin sheen of perspiration off of 
her exposed skin. Wrapping the towel into a ball, she jammed it 
under her breasts to blot up the sweat that had collected under her 
top. I never wanted to be a towel more in my life.

"Well Ken, what did you just learn?"

"Don't fuck with you."

"You're enough of a gentleman not to need to worry about that. What 
else?"

I wanted to say that I had learned that she had a hell of a body, 
but I didn't think that was the answer she was looking for.

"I learned that you can kick some serious ass."

"No, that's not it either. Within six months I'll have you to the 
point where you can take a clown like Frank. What I want to know, 
both for your sake and mine, is do you see a difference between me 
and Karen?"

"No offense, but are you nuts? There's no relationship between what 
you did to Frank and what Karen did to me. As far as I know, I 
didn't do a thing to provoke Karen. And when she came after me, she 
kept backing me into corners until I had to fight her. You were 
sticking up for somebody else. Trying to make sure that Frank didn't 
hurt any of your members or your business. And you gave him every 
chance to back down honorably. He's the one who escalated the 
confrontation. And the way you offered to let him stay with no hard 
feelings. I don't think I would have been that charitable. You 
should be nominated for sainthood."

"Thanks Ken, I'm glad you feel that way. My biggest fear is that I 
might start acting like that bitch. It's good to get some 
reassurance."

"Chris, how do you know Karen?"

I saw the pain in her eyes as she answered, "Ken, you've still got a 
long way to go, and you might not make it. When I'm sure that you 
will finish what you started, then we'll talk. But I will tell you 
something that you probably have already figured out. Karen was a 
member of this gym about five years ago, and God help her if she 
ever walks through that door again. Now why don't you start hitting 
those weights. Oh, and about the pool, I heard you taking six knock 
downs. Why don't you leave half that money on my desk."

Chris rewarded me with a squeeze on my arm. I tingled at her touch. 
I had never met a woman like her before, and I knew that I was 
seriously falling for her. I was suddenly struck with a deep sense 
of responsibility towards her. Because I realized that if I failed 
her, my feelings might just destroy us both.


                   FEMBOX III: The Trainers
                   ------------------------

Cast of Characters:

Karen  American Gladiator Ice
Chris  American Gladiator Diamond (Erika Andersch, No accent)
Pamela  Your favorite non-amazonian babe.
Ken  Not really important.
Adrienne        Adrienne Barbeau (Escape From New York, Swamp Thing)
Tina            Tina Moretti (AKA Tina Ferrari of GLOW)
Kathy           Kathy Long (Champion Kickboxer)


It had been six months since Chris had started training me. It had 
been the longest six months of my life, but it was worth it. Chris 
had been true to her word. I was in the best shape of my life. 
Better than I would have ever thought possible for my thirty five 
years. 

But Chris knew exactly what she was doing. She knew just how hard to 
push me without injuring me. And that was a lot further than I would 
have pushed myself. And I had no trouble meeting her expectations. 
It was easy to allow your trainer to push you when you loved her to 
the point of worship. I wasn't sure whether Chris was aware of my 
feelings or not. It really didn't matter yet. I had to win my 
manhood back from Karen before I would even approach her about it.

About three months before, Chris had started teaching me how to box. 
It had taken a while before I was in good enough shape to keep up 
with her. The tall muscular blonde was amazing. She was a virtual 
boxing encyclopedia. And not only did she know boxing, she was great 
at it. Where she learned, she wouldn't say. We had been working out 
together now for half a year and I still didn't know much about her 
past. It was something else I had to earn.

Early on, Chris had promised me that in six months I would be able 
to take apart most of the men who worked out in her gym. Another 
promise she had made good on. The only guys I couldn't keep up with 
were the better professionals. But I still wasn't nearly as good as 
her. I knew, because I had seen her teach those pro's a thing or two.

When I had first joined her gym, Chris had me doing various chores 
for her. I would clean up around the gym, do some general handyman 
fix-ups, and keep her books. Lately, Chris had promoted me to sort 
of an assistant manager. She would come in late or leave early, 
relying on me to take care of her gym. 

So it really didn't surprise me when she asked, "Hey Ken, I'd like 
to take a vacation. Will you look after the gym next week?"

"You know I will," I replied.

"Thanks Ken, you know I haven't had a vacation since... Well, lets 
just say its been a long time. You know, this gym is all I have in 
this world, and I wouldn't trust it to just anybody. But you've 
really proven yourself reliable. I wouldn't have believed that I'd 
be trusting a man again..."

Chris had a far off look in her eyes. She quickly snapped out of it.

"Anyway, I really appreciate it. I'm going on a cruise with 
somebody."

I tried to look casual as I asked, "Who are you going with?"

"Oh, just an old girlfriend. I've known her from high school. She 
just went through a nasty divorce and needs to get away from things. 
I could use some time off myself."

Inside, I was breathing a sigh of relief. If she had said Fabio, I'd 
probably be looking for a bridge to jump off of.

"Well don't you worry. When you come back, it'll be better than when 
you left it."

Chris took my hand as she said, "Ken, I'll be happy if it's still 
here when I get back."

Right then and there I decided to pay her back for everything she 
had done for me. I had been paying for my boxing lessons, but I knew 
that it didn't nearly cover the time and effort she had put into me. 
Before she left, I started calling contractors.

While she was away, I had the gym remodeled. The dingy old brick on 
the outside was pressure washed. The only identification on the 
outside of the building had been an inscription on the door saying 
"Chris's Boxing Gym". I had a huge professional sign made up in 
black and gold and mounted over the door. Painters worked inside and 
out, refinishing the interior and exterior trim. Paying extra to have 
the work done at night, I had the old maple floor sanded and 
refinished. The bathrooms and lockers were completely gutted and 
redone.

I polled the boxers to find out what they would like in the way of 
equipment. Based on their responses, I threw out the bags that were 
barely being held together with duct tape and replaced them with new 
ones. The single ring received a new canvas and ropes. While looking 
for some exercise equipment, I lucked out and was able to buy the 
contents of a small body building gym that had gone out of business.

I paid special attention to Chris's office. Since I had been working 
there, I had straightened out all of her records to the point where 
she didn't have to root through scraps of paper to find something. I 
had considered getting her a computer, but decided against it. I 
couldn't picture Chris getting along with a computer, but I could 
picture her putting my head through the monitor the first time she 
got the "Abort, Retry, Fail?" message. Instead I had it refinished 
with some decent looking wood paneling. All of the depression era 
furniture was replaced with classic, office quality pieces. I saved 
the best for last. A large, comfortable, padded leather chair for 
Chris to lean back in and put her feet up on the desk.

I probably got carried away. I had spent enough to buy a nice new 
car. But I could easily afford it, and in the end, it was worth it. 
Monday morning I saw Chris jogging up the street. It was easy now 
that you could see out the windows. I could barely make out the 
puzzled expression on her face as she turned the corner. As she got 
closer, she slowed down and stopped. She just stood there staring 
for a few minutes before she came through the door. When she came 
in, her jaw dropped to the floor. 

After staring for another minute, she said, "Ken, could I see you in 
my office for a minute?"

I followed her in. She looked a bit uncomfortable as she closed the 
door behind me.

"Ken, what happened to my gym?"

"Well, it seems that one of those gangs of elves broke in one night 
and..."

Chris cut me off with a wave of her hand.

"Ken, why did you do this? What do you want?"

I could see that she was serious, so I answered seriously.

"Chris, you've done a lot for me in the past six months. And I'm not 
talking about getting me into shape and teaching me to box. You've 
done a lot to restore my self confidence and my manhood. I did this 
in return for what you did for me. And regardless of what happens in 
the future. Whether I can't handle the program, or whether I can't 
handle Karen, you've earned this, and I'll never ask for anything 
from you for it."

"Ken, could you please leave me alone for a minute."

Chris tried to hold it in, but I could see her start to cry before I 
had managed to close the door. Just because she was an Amazon, 
didn't mean she couldn't be a woman also. After a few minutes, a red 
eyed Chris called me back in.

"I'm sorry about my reaction Ken. I wasn't always that mistrusting. 
You deserve an explanation. Please sit down. About seven years ago 
I opened this gym with a man named Chris. It became kind of a joke, 
you know, "Chris's Boxing Gym". We were a lot more than just 
business partners. After two years of struggling, the business was 
just barely turning around, and Chris asked me to marry him. It was 
the happiest time of my life. Then Karen joined. This might surprise 
you, but Karen isn't a boxer. She's a professional wrestler. She 
joined the gym to learn how to use her fists. And I taught her. For 
a while, I even considered her my friend. Until I found her in bed 
with my Chris."

Chris paused for a moment, and I asked, "Did you fight her?"

She nodded, "I hauled that bitch out of my bed and beat her like a 
red headed stepchild. Then I went after Chris. While my back was 
turned, Karen got up and hit me with a chair breaking my collar 
bone. Even so, I could have kicked her ass one handed if she hadn't 
used her fancy wrestling moves on me. She nearly beat me to death, 
and that son of a bitch didn't even try to stop her. I spent a month 
in the hospital. When I got out, I found that Chris had taken all of 
our money and had taken off. All I had left was this gym."

"I'm sorry Chris. I had no idea."

"For a while there, I had my own revenge fantasies. I looked for 
Karen for years. Eventually, I gave up and went on with my life. 
But much like yourself, my experience put a serious crimp in my 
relations with the opposite sex. You know, I think you've helped me 
just as much as I've helped you."

I saw Chris drifting into an area that I wasn't ready for yet.

"Come on Chris, don't get soft on me now. We've got a lot more work 
to do."

She pulled herself back together before my eyes.

"You're right. With all that new equipment, I should be able to get 
twice as much out of your lazy ass. Now why don't you warm up while 
I look at my new gym."

I held the door open for her as she got up to leave. As she passed 
me, she spun and buried her fist in my gut. I wasn't expecting it, 
and I doubled over and fell to my knees choking.

"Pathetic. Leave you alone for a week, and you go straight to hell. 
Attention everyone!" 

The boxers stopped what they were doing to listen to Chris. 

"Do you see Ken here. He's having a problem with his concentration. 
So I'm going to need your help to teach him to keep his guard up. 
Anybody who can gut punch him square in the stomach and do this to 
him gets a free month's membership. Enjoy yourself in the locker 
room Ken."

"Thanks Chris," I wheezed.

"Anytime," she said, as she helped me up.



Chris made the next three months of my life a living hell. It was 
strange, but I understood that it really was her way of thanking me. 

One day while I was working out on the heavy bag, she walked up 
behind me and said, "Ken, we've got to talk."

I turned around and started to take my gloves off. Chris hit me in 
the gut. Her fist bounced off my rock hard abs. I smiled at her 
sweetly. I didn't drop my guard around anybody since she had given 
away nine memberships at my expense.

"Shit," she muttered, as she shook her hand. "Ken, you're ready for 
the next phase of your training. No, don't ask any questions. Take 
the rest of the day off and come back at closing time."

I did what she asked and left. I spent the rest of the day resting 
up. That evening, I showed up five minutes before closing. The last 
couple of guys were just drifting out. Chris hung out the "Closed" 
sign and told me to get changed and meet her in the ring. 

The prospect of boxing Chris didn't really rattle me. We had been 
sparring together for several months now. But when I came back from 
the locker room, I knew that this time it was going to be different. 
For one thing, we had an audience. 

Sitting on the bench in front of the ring, where an odd looking trio 
of women. The first was an older woman with black hair. She looked 
to be about fifty. She wasn't huge or muscular, but she was blocky 
looking, and she gave off an air of confidence. I couldn't help but 
notice that she had a huge, firm set of knockers. The second woman 
wasn't huge, but she was fairly muscular with broad shoulders. She 
was young with shoulder length brown hair. I thought that she was 
very cute looking. The third woman was in her late twenties. She was 
a lean and muscular blonde. She looked a little like Sharon Stone 
with a pug nose.

"Ken, these are friends of mine. They are here to help with the next 
phase of your training. The first thing we're going to do is box 
three rounds so that they can evaluate your present skill level. 
Kathy, do you mind keeping time?" 

The thin blonde gave Chris a thumbs up and hit the bell. From the 
outset, it was clear that she wasn't holding back. She hit me as 
hard as she could at every opportunity. But she had trained me well, 
and I didn't give her many chances. I even managed to get in a few 
good licks of my own. At the end of nine hard minutes of boxing, I 
was no worse for wear. Chris seemed proud of me.

"Not bad for a guy who's only been training for nine months," she 
said to the audience.

"You won on points," Kathy said, "but you're right, I wouldn't have 
expected him to do that well against you. He must have an excellent 
trainer."

"He's got the best," Chris smiled. "Ken, I want you to meet my 
friends Adrienne, Tina, and Kathy. You're going to go a round with 
each of them."

I was surprised at Chris's announcement. None of the women looked 
much larger than average. And only Kathy really looked like a boxer. 
But I shrugged and left it up to Chris as Adrienne pulled on a pair 
of gloves and hopped into the ring. Chris stayed to ref the matches. 

"OK, go. And Adrienne, take it easy on him."

Take it easy on me? Chris had built me up into a two hundred and ten 
pound fighting machine. What kind of threat could these women pose 
to me? Especially a fifty year old woman. I threw a couple of 
halfhearted jabs at her. I could see that Adrienne was becoming 
annoyed.

"Come on beef cake. Lets see what you've got," she said, smacking 
her gloves together.

I glanced at Chris and she nodded at me. What the hell, I thought, 
as I threw a fairly hard right at her head. Before I knew what was 
happening to me, Adrienne stepped in and grabbed my arm, then she 
slammed me on my back with a hip toss. I screamed as she stepped on 
my chest and started twisting my arm. Chris darted in to save me.

"Back off Adrienne. I want him whole."

"Sorry Chris, I got a little carried away."

Adrienne relaxed her hold and helped me up.

"Ken, Adrienne has an Olympic bronze medal in judo." In case you're 
wondering, she's never boxed in her life. She doesn't have to."

"What, you couldn't get a gold medalist?" I joked.

"What did you just say?" Adrienne said. "It sort of sounded like you 
said you'd like to try again, and this time you don't want me 
holding back. Did I hear you right?"

"Uh, what I said was, it's an honor to meet an Olympic medalist, and 
I'm know that you deserved the gold, but those biased communist 
judges cheated you."

I smiled and stuck out my hand. Adrienne looked surprised as she 
shook it.

"I'll be damned, You know who I am."

I had no idea who she was, but I wasn't about to say so. Chris was 
looking at me funny. I knew that I had better get my ass into the 
library the first chance I got and look up her record before I was 
found out.

"Tina, you're next." Chris said.

The cute little muscle girl pulled on a pair of gloves and climbed 
in the ring. Chris told us to get busy. This time I didn't get to 
start. Tina ignored her gloves and ran right into me with a shoulder 
block. She pushed me back about five feet before I managed to stop 
her. Dropping down low, she displayed incredible strength for her 
size by grabbing me between my legs and flipping me over her back. 
As I tried to get up, she stepped behind me and applied a sleeper 
hold. I nearly blacked out before she released me to fall face first 
on the canvas. Dizzily getting to my feet, I looked up and saw her 
flying off the top rope like a bat. She caught me square in the 
chest. I was slammed back to the canvas. Through my stupor, I could 
hear Chris slap out a three count as Tina pinned my shoulders. They 
both helped me up this time.

"Tina is a professional wrestler, just like Karen was."

Tina spit on the canvas. 

"Not like Karen."

"Sorry Tina, I didn't mean it that way. Ken, I want you to rest a 
while before you take on Kathy. You'll need it."

Just wonderful, I thought. After a few minutes, I told Chris I was 
ready. Time to see what surprise Kathy had in store for me. Maybe I 
should have suspected what was coming when Kathy took her shoes off. 
Perhaps I should have gotten a clue from her thighs, which were just 
a little bit thicker and more muscular than the rest of her. But I 
was still surprised. I tried to hit her with a jab. Kathy bounded 
inside my guard and nailed me twice before I could counter. My punch 
met air as she bounced backwards on her toes impossibly fast. Shit, 
I thought, even though she was a lot smaller, Kathy hit nearly as 
hard as Chris. I guessed that Chris wouldn't be telling me that 
Kathy didn't box. 

Well at least this was something I knew how to deal with. I moved in 
on her, determined to trap her in a corner where she couldn't use 
her speed. But Kathy didn't back up. Instead, she launched a low side 
kick. Her shinbone smacked the meaty part of my thigh like a 
baseball bat. I dropped my hand on that side for a split second when 
I felt the pain. The next thing I saw was her foot swishing by my 
face, just missing by a fraction of an inch. It was my turn to start 
backing up as she launched a series of kicks at me. Her heel 
connected with my stomach driving me towards the ropes. She kicked 
like a mule. I've never been punched that hard before by anybody's 
fist, either man or woman. If Chris hadn't conditioned me to take 
it, the fight would have been over right then and there. 

When I felt the ropes at my back, Kathy returned to kicking my 
thigh. Even though she was much shorter than me, she could stand a 
foot outside my reach and kick me all day. I tried to escape the 
ropes, but was driven back with a straight kick to my chest. Kathy 
hammered away at my thigh another half a dozen times. As she kicked 
me, I felt my left leg grow numb and start to shake. Without 
warning, it gave and I toppled sideways. 

Chris started counting me out. It was just too much. I tried to get 
to my feet, but fell back over when my leg failed to support me. 
Chris continued to count. Using the ropes, I hauled myself to my 
feet. Chris stopped her count at eight. Resting all my weight on my 
right foot, and using the ropes to keep my balance, I invited Kathy 
back in. But I knew I was in trouble. Unless I wanted to hop around 
on one foot, I wasn't going anywhere. I think Kathy knew this also. 
I thought it was very sporting of her when she stepped in close to 
engage me with her fists.

Kathy was lightning fast. When I would try to hit her in the head, 
she would sink low and pound my torso. Her gloves would dart through 
the smallest opening to catch my face. But I wasn't giving up yet. 
Hesitating for a second, I screwed up her timing. Kathy went high 
when she should have gone low. Taking my shot, I put her on her 
pretty ass with a straight right. Chris didn't even have a chance to 
start a count as Kathy bounced back up.

It had been worth it, but it was clear from the expression on her 
face that I was going to pay. She wasn't feeling as sporting 
anymore, as she whipped her feet into my sides. I bunched my gloves 
in front of my face as she sent a high kick flying up at my chin. 
Even though she didn't directly connect, my head was still driven 
back as I was hit by my own hands. My gloves flew apart, and I saw 
that she was still holding her foot in front of my face. A short kick 
snapped my head back again. Still keeping her foot extended, she hit 
me with an ax kick to my temple that painted my world black.

I didn't even know that Chris had counted me out. The next thing I 
was aware of was her worried face hovering over my prone form. 

I heard her saying, "He's coming out of it. I think he's going to be 
all right."

"Sorry about that," Kathy said, "but you know I always fight to win. 
He's tough for someone who's never kickboxed before. He's also kind 
of cute."

I don't think Chris was aware that I could hear her when she said, 
"Back off girlfriend. He's taken."

I didn't let on that I could comprehend as I let Chris gently slap 
my face. After lying on the canvas another minute, I allowed Chris 
to help me up. She had to support me under the shoulder to keep me 
on my feet. My thigh was a mass of ugly purple bruises.

"Ken, this is Kathy. Kathy is a champion kickboxer."

Kathy gave me an oriental style bow.

"These women are going to help train you. Remember I told you that 
Karen wasn't a boxer?"

I nodded.

"Well, I wanted to show you what can happen when a boxer runs into 
somebody who practices another fighting style. Remember, boxing is a 
sport. We train to fight other boxers. These women don't follow the 
usual rules of the ring, and neither does Karen. If you want to go 
against her, you're going to have to be prepared for any of these 
attacks. And believe me, they were being nice. Karen won't be. You 
don't have the years it takes to master these arts, but you can 
learn the basics. Once you've learned what to expect, these women 
can show you how to avoid or counter their techniques."

"Am I finished with you then?" I asked.

"Hell no! You aren't that good yet. We'll continue to workout 
during the mornings. But the rest of the day, your ass belongs to 
one of them."

"And believe me," Kathy said, "we aren't going to be coddling you 
like Chris obviously has."

The other two women nodded at me. Was my life going to get even 
harder? Chris made sure of it.

"I'll tell you what, you can each have him two nights a week. The 
first woman that gets him to complain to me that you're being too 
hard on him gets a thousand dollar bonus."

The women looked at me like rottweillers eyeing a slab of beef. It 
wasn't a good feeling.

"Oh, and you can't injure him seriously. I need him healthy. If you 
do, you're out of the running."

The women looked disappointed. I was relieved. Chris was way too 
good to me.

"You know, I'm way too good to you," she said.


                   FEMBOX IV: The Showdown
                   -----------------------

Cast of Characters:

Karen  Lori Fetrick (American Gladiator Ice)
Chris  Erika Andersche (American Gladiator Diamond, sans accent)
Ken  Not really important.
Adrienne        Adrienne Barbeau (Escape From New York, Swamp Thing)
Tina            Tina Morreli (AKA Tina Ferrari of GLOW)
Kathy           Kathy Long (World Champion Kickboxer, Knights, The Stranger)


PART 4A

It was the one year anniversary of the start of my training. Three 
months since Chris had turned me over to her three friends. Three 
months since she had offered a thousand dollar bonus to the first 
one to get me to complain. So far, none of them had collected.

Adrienne was bad at first. The judo black belt loved to toss me 
around. But as the weeks wore on, and she taught me about her art, 
she found me harder and harder to throw. I had even managed to toss 
her around a bit lately.

I actually enjoyed working out with Tina. The young wrestling pro 
didn't really care about the money, so she didn't try as hard as the 
others to bust my balls. She showed me all kinds of moves. She 
taught me which ones really worked, and which ones were just used 
for show. She also taught me the various counters. I was fascinated 
to learn that there were also two sets of these. The first set was 
used as part of the script in a pro match. Some of them actually 
worked, most didn't. The second set was used when your opponent 
either got carried away, or more likely, was deliberately trying to 
hurt you. Tina had more than a little experience with other women 
trying to hurt her. Her good looks and cocky attitude inspired 
jealousy wherever she wrestled.

It would be easy to describe Kathy as a bitch, but it wouldn't be 
accurate. The woman was a champion kickboxer. She had paid her dues 
and expected me to do the same. She had come the closest to getting 
the bonus. The first few weeks we had been training together, she 
had me toughen up my shins by kicking a wooden post. When she 
thought I was ready, she took me into the ring to show me how to 
block a low kick. If you've ever seen any kickboxing, you've 
probably seen the boxers connecting shin to shin. A lot of them wore 
shin guards now. Kathy never would. She smashed my shins 
unmercifully until tears welled in my eyes. After a few minutes, I 
actually begged her to stop. Kathy didn't say a word. Turning her 
back on me, she walked into a corner and proceeded to start kicking 
the steel ring posts. I winced as I heard the thick metal tubes 
actually ring from the impact. After a minute of this masochistic 
display, she just looked at me once and left. I never complained to 
her again about any aspect of my training again.

I will always remember the one year anniversary of the day I met 
Chris. I arrived at the gym a half an hour before it opened. I was 
surprised to find that Chris was waiting for me.

"Good morning Ken."

"Good morning Chris. What's up? Are we going to start training 
early?"

"Ken, you've been coming to my gym every day for a year. You've done 
everything I asked and more. I got together with your other trainers 
last night. They all had nothing but nice things to say about you."

"Even Kathy?" I asked.

"I heard about that incident. She's sent dozens of men crying home 
to mamma with those shin blocks. Hell, even I had to get away from 
her the first time she did it to me. She was impressed that you came 
back. The point is you're done, you've graduated."

"So I'm going to be trained exclusively by you again?"

"No, I'm graduating you also. You're ready to do what you have to 
do. You can keep on training here, but you don't need my help 
anymore."

I was stunned. I had known that this day would come, but I hadn't 
been expecting it so soon. I hadn't even thought about what I was 
going to do. My head was swimming. Chris must have seen the look of 
confussion on my face.

"Ken, take the day off. Do whatever you've been wanting to do for 
the last year. But whatever you do, don't think about Karen. Leave 
that for tomorrow. Now tell me what you want to do."

"I want to spend the day with you Chris."

"Come on Ken, I told you, no training today."

"I don't want to train with you, I want to spend the day with you 
outside the gym. Do you know I've never seen you anyplace else? 
We've spent a year together, and we've almost never talked about 
anything except boxing. You asked me what I've been wanting to do 
for the last year, and that's it."

Chris actually blushed.

"Well I don't know. Who'll watch the gym?"

"We'll get Juan. He owes me, and he should be here soon."

Chris was trapped and she knew it. But I was counting on the fact 
that she wouldn't mind being trapped.

"OK," she said, giving in.

We didn't do anything special that day. We took a walk around the 
city, had lunch, caught a movie. But mostly we talked. For the first 
time Chris opened up to me. I thought I had been living an empty 
life. Chris really hadn't been out of her gym in seven years except 
for the week she took off while I looked after things. We parted 
company after dinner. I had a lot to think about.

After a tough couple of days, I decided that I just couldn't let it 
go. I had still had to settle the score with Karen. I hired a 
private detective, and he located her within two days. It seems that 
she had moved to another major city a few hundred miles away. I had 
the detective travel there and watch her for two weeks. He reported 
to me that she didn't seem to have or need a job. She spent a great 
deal of time in a boxing gym. He also told me she was dating.

It was that last item that interested me the most. She was dating a 
woman. I asked him to look into the woman's background. It turned 
out she was married to one of the boxing gym's members. I didn't 
need the detective to tell me that Karen was up to her old tricks.

First things first. I had to do what I could to prevent Karen from 
fucking up somebody else's life. I instructed the detective to 
approach the woman with pictures and tell her to break it off. If 
that didn't work he was to tell her husband. Better he hear it from 
a stranger than from Karen. I was glad to hear the next day that she 
had agreed to dump Karen and not tell her husband.

With the civilians clear, I went to work. The first thing I did was 
to check into a hotel in the city and join Karen's gym. The second 
thing I did was to start working out there. It took me about three 
seconds to get the bitch's attention.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Hello Karen. It's been awhile. How's your love life? Having any 
problems recently?"

"You mother fucker! Do you remember what I said I'd do to you if you 
ever fucked with me?"

"Hey bitch, if you want a piece of me I'll be waiting in the ring 
over there."

I turned away from Karen and walked towards the ring feeling her 
outraged stare burning my back. I knew Karen would never back down 
from such a challenge. Slipping on the lightest pair of gloves she 
could get away with, she joined me in the ring.

A number of gym members crowded around to watch Karen rip apart the 
new guy. Somebody rang the bell and Karen came charging over 
throwing leather. She was a good boxer, but Chris had taken me 
beyond good a long time ago. It was my fist connecting with her 
face this time. Karen tried to hit me with a body shot. The same 
punch that had fucked me up a year ago now had no effect other than 
to leave her wide open for a left hook. My punch snapped Karen's 
head to one side with a satisfying crack. She tried to hit back, but 
she was clearly rattled. I caught her squarely in the face with a 
straight right. Ducking low, I ripped into her belly and ribs, 
driving her across the ring. I could hear the little gasps of breath 
escaping her lips as I pummeled her.

When I had her against the ropes, I went head hunting again. My 
earlier right had caused her nose to start bleeding, and my punches 
where now smearing the redness all over her face. I wasn't worried 
about the men watching trying to stop me. I knew that they had seen 
Karen do much worse. I hit her with a left to the gut that dropped 
her guard and then followed up with a huge roundhouse right that 
sent her spinning on her feet. Karen was clearly out of it, but she 
still managed to stay up with the help of the ropes. I had to hand 
it to her, the bitch was tough. It took three more of my hardest 
punches to put her down on the canvas.

A member of the audience, perhaps somebody who had some personal 
experience with her, started to count her out. I withdrew to the 
opposite corner to watch. Karen was down, but not out. She tried to 
rise, but flopped back to the canvas. As the count progressed, she 
tried to haul herself up with the ropes. At the count of eight, she 
lost her grip and slumped back down. The count reached ten and I 
heard a number of the guys applauding. I walked over to Karen and 
bent down so that only she could hear me.

"Listen up bitch. From now on you're going to have to find another 
hobby other than ruining people's lives. Because from now on I'll 
have somebody watching you. If I hear about you starting your old 
shit again, I'm going to come back to stop you, and next time I 
won't be this nice about it."

I could see that Karen wanted nothing more than to lay into me, but 
she still hadn't recovered. I turned my back on her again and 
climbed out of the ring. A number of guys clapped me on the back as 
I walked away. I wasn't sure how I should be feeling at this point. 
I wasn't feeling happy or elated, but I did feel like a man again. I 
had faced Karen and I wasn't afraid of her anymore. It was time to 
get back to Chris and get on with my life.

I took a shower and left the gym to return to my hotel. I didn't see 
anything of Karen on my way out. Opening the door to my room, I 
flicked on the lights as I entered. I started to close the door 
behind me, but before it could click shut, it was nearly blown off 
its hinges as Karen hit it with her broad shoulders.

The door slammed me in the back and drove me onto my hands and knees 
in the short entrance hall. A split second later, I was driven onto 
my face when Karen planted her foot up my ass. I could actually feel 
her toe connecting with my pelvis. Karen must still have been 
feeling confident despite the beating I had given her earlier, 
because she took a few seconds to close and lock the door.

"Time to pay the piper," she said.

I had managed to get back on all fours as Karen came back from the 
door. When she got close, I used a mule kick to drive my heel into 
the pit of her stomach. Karen doubled over with a "whoofff". Drawing 
my foot back, I kicked her in the head. She went tumbling backwards 
and hit her head on the door. We both got up at the same time.

"Maybe you shouldn't have locked yourself in bitch."

"You mother fucker! I'm going to rip your dick off and strangle you 
with it!"

Karen charged down the short hall. Using a judo technique, I ducked 
low and sent her flying over my back. Karen landed with a crash on 
top of the TV set. 

"Fuck!" she screamed clutching her back.

"You're paying for the TV bitch!"

Karen tried to punch me in the balls as I closed in on her, but I 
twisted and took the blow in the hip. Painful, but not nearly as bad 
as it might have been. Karen got my knee in her face for her trouble. 
Applying a hammer lock, I jacked her up on her feet and marched her 
face first into the door.

"Oops! Sorry Karen, maybe I should have opened it first."

Opening the door, I launched her into the hall. I could hear her 
hissing and spitting like a cat as I slammed it shut behind me. I 
heard the knob rattle for a few seconds, and then I felt Karen's 
shoulder bounce off the heavy steel door. After a few minutes of 
banging away, I thought I heard her scratching. When things quieted 
down outside, I gave Chris a call at her gym.

"Chris's gym."

"Hello Chris."

"Hey stranger, how are you doing?"

"A little battered and bruised."

"But better than the loser?"

"Count on it."

I could hear Chris breathe a sigh of relief.

"I'm glad to hear that. No matter how hard you train for a fight, 
the outcome is never certain."

"I'm coming back tomorrow. Can I see you?"

"Sure, stop into the gym anytime. I'll be here."

"No, that's not what I meant. I'd like to see you outside of the
gym."

"You mean like a date?"

"No, I do mean a date. Would you please go out with me on a date?"

Chris hesitated for a moment. I didn't think it was me. She hadn't 
admitted it, but I didn't think she had dated in the last five years.

"I'd love to," she replied.

"Great. I'll pick you up at closing time."

I slept like a baby that night. The next morning I packed and 
checked out of the hotel. When I got down to the parking lot, I 
found that my car had been trashed. It looked like Karen had a busy 
night. I could see her knuckle marks in the sheet metal. Wandering 
back into the hotel, I called my insurance company and then had a 
rental car delivered. Karen was going to have to do better than that 
if she wanted to ruin my good mood.

It was a five hour drive back home. When I got back to my 
apartment, I cleaned myself up and put on my best sports jacket. I 
arrived at the gym ten minutes after closing. There was nobody 
inside when I entered. I saw that the light was on in Chris's 
office. Poking my head in the door, I saw Chris working at her desk 
with her back turned to me.

"Come on Chris, there's going to be plenty of time for that 
tomorrow."

Turning around in her chair, Karen said, "Don't bet on it."



                   FEMBOX IV: The Showdown
                   -----------------------
                   A Story By DRAGON

Cast of Characters:

Karen  Lori Fetrick (American Gladiator Ice)
Chris  Erika Andersche (American Gladiator Diamond, sans accent)
Ken  Not really important.
Adrienne        Adrienne Barbeau (Escape From New York, Swamp Thing)
Tina            Tina Morreli (AKA Tina Ferrari of GLOW)
Kathy           Kathy Long (World Champion Kickboxer, Knights, The Stranger)


PART 4B

From the mark I saw later on my jaw, I figured Karen had been 
wearing brass knuckles when she clocked me. I awoke a few minutes 
later to find myself in the ring. I was standing in one of the 
corners with my wrists taped to the ropes and my ankles taped 
together. Karen was just finishing up with me.

"Ah, I see that you're awake."

"What did you do with Chris?"

"Very noble of you to think of her when you should be thinking of 
yourself. But to answer your question, the bitch wasn't here. Too 
bad. I also owe her for fucking with me. The guy who was managing 
the gym is in the closet. Be sure to tell someone to let him out 
when you wake up in the hospital."

Karen walked right up to me and backhanded me across the cheek. She 
slapped my face back and forth until I was seeing stars and tasting 
blood in my mouth. Reaching down, she ripped my shirt open. Buttons 
flew all over the ring. Kneeling in front of me, she unbuckled my 
belt and yanked my pants and shorts down. Karen took my shriveled 
manhood between her thumb and forefinger. I was instantly shocked 
into full consciousness as she started talking to my dick.

"Little Ken want to play with Karen? No? Then Karen will hurt 
little Ken."

I yelped as she snapped my dick like a rubber band. 

Looking up at me, she said, "You've got about one minute to say 
good-bye to your favorite body part. I'll tell you what. If you can 
get Willie the worm to stand up and salute before I get my gloves 
on, I'll spare him."

Karen was wearing a white blouse and tight fitting blue jeans. 
With cool, certain movements, she slowly unbuttoned her top and 
unhooked a plain white bra. Her body was even more muscular than I 
remembered it. Her breasts drooped a bit on her massive pects, but 
they were still more than a handful. I could see a trickle of sweat 
running down her cleavage. In any other circumstances, I would 
have appreciated what I saw, but I had other things on my mind. 

Karen slipped on a brutal looking pair of brown leather gloves. 
Walking over to me, she grabbed my penis, and lifted it up for 
inspection.

"Doesn't look like you're showing me any respect."

"Why don't you cut me loose and I'll take some respect from you 
bitch."

"You don't get it, do you?"

Karen ran her gloved hands over my chiseled body.

"You're bigger than I am. It looks like you've been working out to 
get stronger. You might even be a better boxer. But who's in the 
corner with his pants around his ankles? Eventually everyone pays 
the price for fucking with me, no exceptions."

Karen made a show of slowly drawing her fist back. I broke into a 
cold sweat as I tensed my abs. Unfortunately, there was no way I 
could protect Karen's target. It's ironic that the one part that 
makes a man is also the weakest. Karen whipped her fist into my 
crotch. I heard it land with the smack of leather on flesh. I felt 
my knees go weak and I started to tremble uncontrollably. Karen 
laughed in my face.

"Oops, looks like I missed. Must be a smaller target than I thought. 
Don't worry though, I'll get it this time."

Karen drew her fist back slowly again. I closed my eyes and prayed 
for salvation, but there was none in sight.

"Get away from him you bitch!"

My eyes snapped open. Chris was standing in the doorway. She was 
wearing a tasteful black evening dress and high heels. She was 
obviously made up for our date. She looked damned good, but again, I 
wasn't in any position to appreciate her.

"Well, well, don't we look nice," Karen said.

"I do. You're just older and uglier," Chris replied.

"That's not what your boyfriend thought when he left you."

"Bitch, you made the biggest mistake of your life coming back to 
this gym."

"You do have a short memory. Why don't you climb in here and show me 
my mistake."

"Give me a minute to change, will you?"

"Why not. Ken certainly isn't going anywhere. And if you value him 
as a whole man, you won't either."

Chris nodded and went back to the locker room.

Karen looked over to me and said, "Don't get your hopes up Ken. Wee 
Willie has only gotten a temporary stay of execution."

Chris came back out of the locker room a few minutes later. She was 
now wearing a gray pair of workout shorts, the kind that lace up in 
front. She had a pair of black boxing boots on her feet, and 
absolutely nothing else.

Chris was awesome looking. Her muscles rolled under her skin as she 
jumped up on the apron and climbed into the ring. Her breasts looked 
ready to explode off her chest. She had a beautiful set of dark 
brown nipples that begged to be sucked. Despite the circumstances, I 
was getting aroused, Chris noticed.

"Well, will you look at that. You've been in here how long? I'm in 
here for thirty seconds and look at the reaction I get."

"Take a picture Chris. He'll be lucky if he can piss without sitting 
down after I'm done with him."

"You have to get past me first."

Chris raised her naked fists. Karen stripped off her gloves and did 
likewise. The two opponents started to circle each other. I examined 
the two women. Chris was two inches taller and had the reach 
advantage. Karen was twenty pounds heavier and had the strength 
advantage. I was sure that Chris was the better boxer, but as she 
had pointed out to me, Karen had other fighting skills.

Chris scored first with the jab, and kept scoring. Karen was a very 
good boxer, but her swings looked slow and clumsy compared to 
Chris's. They boxed for another minute. Chris had opened up some of 
the cuts that I had left on Karen's face and added a few new ones. I 
could see the frustration building up in Karen.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. Karen jumped into the air and 
lashed out with both feet. Chris easily sidestepped the flying kick 
and let Karen thud to the canvas. Chris was about to stomp Karen, 
but the wrestler rolled to her feet in time to catch Chris's boot in 
her chest. Karen grasped the boot with her hands and gave Chris's 
foot a vicious twist. I could hear something tear in Chris's knee as 
she flipped sideways onto the canvas. 

Karen got fully to her feet and circled Chris. Chris started to get 
back up. She yelped as she put weight on her injured knee and nearly 
went back down. Karen closed in on her injured foe and fired a jab. 
Chris instinctively tried to step back. Again, she had to fight to 
stay on her feet. Finding out what she needed to know, Karen stepped 
back in and started slugging it out with Chris. Chris was still able 
to dish out some punishment, but Karen could take it. More 
importantly, Chris couldn't avoid taking Karen's best shots. The 
bitch sent her fists smashing into Chris's face and ribs forcing her 
to stumble around trying to stay on her feet. 

Finally, Chris was forced back onto her knee by a series of punches 
and it gave out from under her. Karen followed up with a kick in the 
face as she tried to get back up. Backing off, she let Chris get to 
her feet. Karen started circling her quickly. Too quickly for Chris 
to limp around and face her. Getting behind her, Karen started 
hitting her in the kidneys. Chris tried to turn around, but Karen 
stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. Seeing that she could 
control Chris's movements, Karen started driving her towards the 
corner that I was in.

Chris stumbled and wrapped her arms around me to stay up. My penis 
was pressed against the lacing on her shorts. I had dreamed of the 
moment when I would feel Chris pressing against me like this, but 
not under these circumstances. I could see Karen smiling over 
Chris's shoulder. The next thing I felt were the blows transmitted 
through Chris's body into mine. I knew Chris was trying to take it, 
but cries started to escape her lips.

"Enough!" I screamed. "You wanted me, you've got me. I'm the one who 
started this. Take it out on me and leave her alone."

Karen stopped the beating for a moment.

"How noble of you. One problem though. I've got you both, and I'm 
not letting either of you go."

Karen slammed two more punches into Chris's side. Grabbing Chris by 
her long blonde hair and shorts, Karen ducked down and yanked her 
across her shoulders. Standing up, she pressed Chris over her head 
and tossed her out of the ring. 

"Chris!" I yelled as I heard her crash on the hardwood floor.

"It seems that we're alone again Ken."

Karen reached down and grabbed my balls. Her nails dug into my 
scrotum as she started to squeeze. Tears welled up in my eyes.

"And I was just starting to have fun with your little girlfriend 
Chris. I'll tell you what. Chris! Are you listening? I'm going to 
give you fifteen seconds to get back into the ring. At the count of 
fifteen, Ken becomes your new girlfriend. One..., two..., three..."

I was torn in two directions. I really hoped that Chris would 
retreat to her office and call the police, even though that would 
leave me alone with Karen. On the other hand, I was hoping that she 
would get back in and try save my balls, even though she had no 
chance of winning.

Karen reached five. I saw Chris's left hand reach up and take hold 
of the bottom rope. Her head poked above the level of the apron as 
she hauled herself up. Standing on one foot, she managed to slither 
onto the canvas and roll under the bottom rope by the count of 
twelve. Karen let go of me as Chris got to her feet again. I was 
horrified to see Chris's right arm dangling at her side. Karen was 
delighted.

"Chris fall and get a boo-boo," she taunted.

"Come on bitch, lets get this over with," Chris replied bravely.

"By all means."

Chris raised her left fist as Karen closed the distance. Using her 
left jab, she tried to fend her off. Karen used her right hand to 
catch the jab while using her left to hit Chris on her defenseless 
right side. The woman I had come to love and respect was being 
picked to pieces in front of me and I was powerless to do anything. 
Karen was taking her time now, aiming her punches for maximum 
damage. Just when I had started to hope that Chris would finally go 
down so she wouldn't take anymore punishment, her right hand flashed 
up into Karen's face and she flung some powder into her eyes.

Chris stored a lot of crap under the ring and she must have grabbed 
a handful of something when she went down. I didn't know what she 
used, but from the way Karen was screaming and stumbling around, I 
figured that it was more than just talcum powder.

Limping after her as best as she could, Chris started connecting 
with punches as Karen stumbled around blindly. Karen tried to hit 
back, and some of her swings caught Chris on the arms and shoulders 
forcing her to concentrate on her balance. As they fought, the two 
combatants drifted towards me. Using a series of lefts and rights, 
Chris drove Karen into my corner until she was pressed against me. 

Seeing an opportunity to help, I sucked a bunch of Karen's shoulder 
length hair into my mouth and clamped down on it. With Karen 
trapped, Chris was able to concentrate on pounding her face to mush. 
Karen tried to escape the corner, but her head was yanked back as I 
bit hard. Sensing what the problem was, Karen desperately drove 
the back of her head into my face. I felt my nose break, but I 
stubbornly held on. She rammed me again and again, but I could feel 
her weakening as Chris continued to hit her from the front. Finally, 
I felt Karen slump against me unconscious. Opening my mouth, I let her 
slide to the canvas. Chris tried to smile.

"We make a good team Ken."

"Could you please release me?"

"Sure thing. Let me limp over to the office and find some scissors."

Chris slid out of the ring and slowly limped to her office. Karen 
started to stir at my feet.

"Uh, Chris. Could you please hurry up?" I called out.

Karen was shaking her head.

"Chris, we have a problem here!"

Karen started to get up. I saw Chris coming back out of her office. 
She started to limp faster as she saw Karen trying to get up. Then 
she stumbled and fell as Karen made it to her knees.

Spitting through bloody teeth, she said, "You aren't going to get to 
enjoy your little victory, because I always win in the end."

Chris was still twenty feet away. She might as well have been twenty 
miles away. Karen reached up with her rock crushing fist and grabbed 
for my balls. Seeing that she wasn't going to make it, Chris bent 
over and picked up a five pound plate off the floor. Throwing it, 
she hit Karen's shoulder and knocked her over. I screamed as my 
balls popped out of her hand.

Chris shuffled up next to the ring. Dropping the scissors on the 
floor,she grabbed Karen's foot with the intention of yanking her out 
onto the floor. She got her about half way out before Karen sat up 
facing her. Two feet away from each other, neither able to move, 
they started to slug it out again.

Karen's punches had more weight behind them and Chris's whole body 
swayed when she got hit. Chris's punches were quicker, carrying more 
energy, causing Karen's head to jerk around spastically. I figured 
they were both taking bout the same amount of punishment. It was 
going to come down to who was tougher.

The sound of flesh and bone colliding filled the gym. The women 
grunted with effort as the traded punches. As they continued, I 
thought that I could hear Karen's blows weakening, while Chris's 
still landed with crisp authority. Karen missed. Chris's right 
snaked out and hit her twice. Karen missed again. Her ham-like arm 
wavered in front of her. Chris snapped her head back like a speed 
bag. Karen's head lolled on her shoulders with mouth gaping open 
drooling a mixture of saliva and blood. Stopping, Chris put her 
hand on Karen's chest and pushed. Karen flopped back and lay still. 
She wouldn't be getting up for a while.

"Christ, that bitch was tough," Chris said.

"But you're tougher," I smiled.

"You sure know how to impress a lady on a first date."

Chris climbed on the apron and started to cut me loose.

"I'll make it up to you on our second date. I know this bar where 
they have a wrestling bear. He's undefeated, but I think you can 
take him."

"Ken, if we ever get out of this gym, I expect to be taken somewhere 
where the waiters are snotty, the portions are small, and the prices 
are outrageous."

With my hands free, I was finally able to pull my pants up.

"Now why don't you do me a favor and take out the trash. Carry Karen 
up the street and dump her ass in the alley. I'll dial 911 and 
report a mugging."

Bending over, I picked Karen up in a fireman's carry. When I got 
back, I found Chris back in her office. I tossed Karen's jeans on 
her desk.

"A little present, the last shred of Karen's dignity."

"Thanks, just what I wanted. Ken, my knee is swelling badly. Could 
you get me some clothes and take me to the hospital."

"I'd be honored."

When Chris was ready, I swept her into my arms and carried her to 
the door.

Looking down at her I said, "Why don't we just cut the bullshit and 
get married?"

Chris looked offended.

"Hey buddy, I've been waiting five years for Mr. Right and I expect 
a long and expensive courtship. But after that, the answer will be 
yes."

I was happier than I had been in a long time. I had started this 
whole thing with the goal of getting my life back the way it was. I 
would have never guessed that my life would end up better than it 
had been before. As I gently placed her in my car, a thought 
occurred to me.

"Hey Chris, you don't suppose Karen's going to come after us again?"

"Of course she is. I'd bet everything I own on it. Ken, when I say 
go, I want you to duck, turn around, and throw a combination. 
Ready... go!"

I had been following her orders for so long now, I didn't even think 
to question her. I ducked and heard something hit the roof of the 
car. Spinning around, I lashed out and hit Karen with a left-right 
combination. She was naked and covered in shit from the alley. She 
was also wielding a two by four. Karen fell backwards and smacked 
her head on the pavement. I jumped in the car and took off. Checking 
my rear view mirror, I saw Karen running down the middle of the 
street chasing the car. 

"What is she? The terminator with tits?"

"Look at that," Chris said.

As Karen faded in the distance behind us, I could see headlights 
behind her and then the flashing lights of a police car come on as 
they stopped to pick her up. Chris and I laughed all the way to the 
hospital.


The End