The Office Challenge

	I'm Danny Perkins, the Scheduling Manager at the National Sports Network.  
We recently started a second network, NSN-II, which covers the rougher sports 
like wrestling, boxing, ultimate fighting, karate, kickboxing, and the like.  My 
anchor people and announcers must know the scene and be familiar with all facets 
of these sports, including the moves, people, and personal angles, such as 
grudges and dislikes.  Two of my newer announcers are very good at this and know 
almost all there is.  They both know the moves, are very experienced at 
fighting, and can speak with authority when interviewing fighters.  The really 
great part is they are very much in love and have often dated and fought each 
other.
	Carl Erickson is a tough, knowledgeable announcer who is one of the best 
in the business.  He is an ex-boxer who fought professionally after college and 
the Army.  He stands 5'10", 194, with a lean, muscular body that years of 
weightlifting, wrestling, and boxing have chiseled.  He's the number #1 
announcer at NSN-II.  His partner at most matches is Shana Carter, a dark-
haired, 5'6", 161 lb. muscle beauty who can handle herself in wrestling, boxing, 
and streetfighting.  She's an adventuresome woman who thrives on excitement.  
Shana works part-time as a boxer/wrestler at an adult nightclub.  She is a 
definite TV and live audience favorite as she interviews fighters and asks the 
tough questions.  Our surveys have shown a definite boost in ratings with men 
and women when Shana works some of the fights.  
	When Shana joined NSN-II, Carl was angry about being upstaged by a woman 
who knew nothing about the fight games.  But she soon proved him and a lot of 
others wrong.  While he was upset, Carl did not try to get rid of her.  Instead 
he worked hard to help her and convinced some of the other TV and fight people 
that she deserved a chance.  During one of the early fights they worked, Shana 
commented on the countermoves the fighter should have made, but didn't, which 
cost him the fight.  Carl was surprised and asked about her knowledge.  She 
answered that she trained as a boxer and wrestler for exercise, competition, and 
excitement.  Shana also mentioned her stint as a fighter at a local club.  This 
really got Carl stirred up.  He asked where and she gave him the name, the No 
More Nanette, named after a line used by the first losing fighter in there.  She 
worked Tuesday nights when she didn't have a TV match to announce.  He decided 
the two of us would visit and watch her fight.  Later he asked for a date, 
taking her to dinner and a movie, an innocent, noncommittal first date.  But he 
was thinking about how thrilling it would be to test her skills in a free-for-
all fight.  Little did he know Shana was having similar thoughts and strongly 
desiring to ask him for a match.
	They went out again before we went to see her fight.  He took her home and 
went in for coffee and small talk.  But she soon brought up the topic of 
wrestling and Carl became very aroused and interested. 
	"Let's move the desk and chairs out of my library and we'll get down to 
business," offered Shana.  Carl was up and helping her move things in a flash.  
She stripped down to panties and lace bra and Carl wore his briefs.  They both 
admired each other's body and enjoyed feeling the muscularity.  Her 16 inch arms 
were very impressive, as were his large chest and arms.
	The match started with fingers locked in a test of strength.  Each tried 
to power the other with Carl finally forcing her down to one knee.  But he moved 
too close and Shana rammed him hard in the gut with her head.  He relaxed his 
hold just enough for Shana to pull away and get up.  She charged into him and 
both fell to the floor.  He tried to pin her, but she was too strong for that 
and clamped her legs around his waist in a rib-jolting scissors.  He grunted in 
pain, but did not submit.  Instead, he slowly got to his feet and stepped 
forward, trying to pin her shoulders.  She had to release the scissors, but not 
before he drove his fists hard into her belly.  Her abs were tough, but his 
hammer-like fists hurt and she winced in pain.  He knee-dropped her gut and 
again tried to pin her, but she rolled away and got up to face him. 
	As they locked up, Shana slipped under him and came around behind and put 
on a wicked hammerlock.  She pushed Carl's arm up high to his shoulder blade.  
He tried to dance on his toes to ease the pain, but she was relentless and kept 
pouring on pressure.  He reached back and pulled her hair, but Shana kept 
pushing up on the arm.  Finally he drove an elbow hard into her ribs once, 
twice, then on the third time, she eased up and he escaped.  But the damage was 
done and he favored the arm as she tried to get to it and punish him.  She 
tackled him to the floor and easily rolled him onto his belly, trying to pull 
both arms back in a surfboard.  But he rolled away and got up to meet her charge 
with a hard right to the gut and a bodyslam.  Shana bounced off the floor and 
was winded.  Carl jumped on her chest and again tried for a pin, but she kept 
raising a shoulder and sliding away from his grasp.  After over an hour, neither 
wrestler could get an advantage and they decided to call it a draw.
	The next day when Carl told me about it he was so excited, I could tell 
there was much more to come.  Shana told him to be at the club next Tuesday 
night.  She was to fight two people and we would get a great show.  She also 
reminded him the matches were not rigged and that the fighters were out for 
blood and money.  This made it all the more exciting for us, and especially for 
Carl, who was already thinking of a bare-fisted, anything-goes fight with the 
raven-haired beauty.  He said they talked about taking their friendship to 
another level, one involving a barefisted fight.  Both felt this was necessary 
to clear the air in their relationship.  Both wanted the challenge and to prove 
the equal of the other.  Carl had shown her his collection of female fighting 
tapes and literature and she found them to be a needed boost to their dating.  
She read every article and kept talking about how that was exactly what she 
wanted.  Later that night, they watched two videos, which really excited her.  
The thrill of a very personal fight absolutely engulfed her.  Carl was pleased 
at her reaction and more than ready to take her on.  They set it up for two 
Saturdays after her fights at the night club. 
	When we arrived, the owner showed us to a special table near the stage 
which had a great view of the fight area.  The preliminary fight was between two 
women who were new to this action.  They were very fast and hit with hard 
punches, but didn't know how to defend.  The fight lasted three rounds with the 
smaller girl scoring a viscous knockout over the bigger girl after a flurry of 
lefts and rights left the girl staggering and dazed. 
	Shana was fighting two opponents tonight, first a woman of good boxing 
ability, and a man who was a solid puncher.  Both were around the same size as 
Shana.  These fights did not have rounds; the first to quit or go down for a 
ten-count lost.  The woman was Belle Starr who came to the stage wearing dark 
blue briefs and 8 oz. gloves.  She weighed 139 with a muscular body.  Her 
breasts were small, but set off nicely against her muscular chest.  Shana was 
wearing red briefs and 8 oz. gloves and weighed in at 128.  Belle looked 
ferocious and ready to fight.  At the bell, she came out jabbing quick and hard.  
Shana blocked most of them, but some hit her face and head.  Belle knocked her 
down with several well-aimed shots to Shana's head and body.  As she tried to 
get up, Belle kicked her ribs and then dropped her again with a hard left to her 
chin.  Shana fell back down and tried to get back up, but Belle kept after her.  
Finally Shana rolled out and get to her feet.  
	When she re-entered the ring, Belle charged in, but Shana met her with two 
hard jabs to her nose.  The second one mashed it and caused a lot of bleeding.  
Belle didn't back down and kept aiming punches.  But Shana stood her ground and 
fired jabs at Belle.  Both women were feeling each other and wanted to hurt the 
other early and pour on the punishment.  Belle kept punching at Shana's head, 
landing some hard blows that stunned her and drew blood from her nose.  Shana 
backed off and looked for openings.  She danced around trying to tire Belle.  
After about five minutes Belle was still stalking Shana, but was losing her 
steam as Shana jabbed and ran.
	"Come on damn it!  Fight!" screamed Belle.
	"Come and get me, tubby!" fired back Shana.  This infuriated Belle who 
charged into Shana.  But she was ready with several kidney punches that weakened 
Belle.  As Belle tried to back off, Shana landed several combinations to her 
face and belly.  Belle was lost trying to cover up.  She began backpedaling to 
avoid Shana's fists.  But Shana was a fighter possessed and began slamming 
Belle's head and body all over the ring.  Belle's arms and body were tired; she 
could hardly hold up her arms to fend off the flurry of punches.  With each 
left, right combination, Belle sagged against the wall, trying to dodge the 
attack.  To finish her, Shana went inside with a left-right to the ribs, then a 
combo to the face.  Belle was dazed and unable to focus on the fight, but still 
wouldn't go down.  Shana kept pounding her face, cutting up both eyes and her 
upper lip as Belle fell against the wall and to the floor.  Belle was out cold 
and Shana looked tired, but very sexy, with the sweat glistening over her 
bruised body.  Shana gave one last mark of victory as she kicked Belle's ribs, 
causing her to grunt and fold up in pain.  Carl definitely liked the action, but 
showed some concern about facing her.
	"She certainly will be a tough opponent," he whispered to me.
	The second fight started about 30 minutes later.  Shana was already on the 
stage waiting for her opponent, Bouncer Billy.  He was an overweight, ex-
weightlifter, who worked as a bouncer and club fighter throughout the state.  He 
was noted for his dirty tactics, which were negated here in this no-rules fight.  
He always ended the fights early so he wouldn't have to keep up his thick arms.  
Stamina was not what he was noted for.  Shana wanted to keep him busy and weaken 
him, then go for the kill when he was defenseless.
	"Hey, Billy, see what I did a few minutes ago?" yelled Shana to Billy.  He 
ignored her and just wanted to fight.  At the bell they both charged out hoping 
to hurt the other.  Billy landed jabs and hooks to her head which dazed her.  
She backed off and got her bearings.  But Billy kept attacking and got to her 
head and body with many shots.  She slowly folded against the wall as he kept 
hammering her body and chest, then used a slammed a vicious kneelift into her 
chest as she sagged against the wall and fell to the floor.  She tried to rise, 
but Billy wanted to kill her and kept up the pressure.  He finally backed off to 
let her up and turned his back to her and laughed at her.
	"So this is the great Shana Carter.  What an over-rated piece of crap!  
Watch me kick her ass, then send her home crying, if she's alive."
	She slowly got up and he casually walked over to her and raised his left 
arm to smash her face when she quickly fired lefts and rights to his head and 
body.  He blocked some, but the later ones got through, hurting him.  Now he 
backed off, but she kept coming, pounding his head with combos and jabs.  He 
tried to cover up, but was unable as she kept up the assault.  He lost the 
momentum as Shana was quick with her jabs to his face.  She opened a cut and 
split a lip before he could block her shots.  As he slowed up, she took aim with 
a hard left into his nose which broke it and stunned him; his blood ran over his 
face and chest. 
	"Hey dufus, can't you fight?  My kid sister can beat you.  Maybe next week 
she will."
	He tried to attack with the rage of a wounded bull, but his arms were 
getting heavy and fell, leaving him wide open for her assault.  She pummeled him 
with lefts and rights as his head snapped from side to side with her battering.  
Both eyes start to close and he stumbled around the ring, trying to mumble 
something, but was nearly out cold on his feet.  With a final right cross, she 
put him down and out.  Shana was definitely a talented fighter, who had the 
respect of the crowd and Carl.  Just to prove her mastery of this slug, she 
viciously lashed out at his head with a well-placed kick to the face.  She was 
already thinking about the fight with Carl.  And Carl was more than concerned 
about the match.  But, he thought, at least I'm in much better shape than these 
barroom brawlers. 
	The night of the fight was very exciting.  Shana came to Carl's apartment 
and went to the second bedroom to change.  He was wearing black Speedo briefs, 
his tanned body rippling with muscles.  Shana slowly walked out wearing nothing 
but a deep purple thong brief, an ankle bracelet and 5 inch heels.  Her tight 
and gorgeous body also rippled with muscles, but there was a definite feminine 
aura about her.  She was the woman every man dreams of.   The heels made her 
slightly taller than Carl, but he was too busy staring at her beauty to notice.  
She rubbed up against him and strutted around the room, showing off her beauty.
	Finally, I started the fight, a one-round-to-the-finish affair.  They 
jabbed and sparred, trying to feel each other out.  She was very nimble on those 
heels and danced around looking for openings.  Shana threw a few jabs, smacking 
his face, but not hitting solidly.  As she danced around, Carl lashed out with a 
sweep of his left leg and took her down.  He quickly dove on her and pinned her 
arms and began punching her face and head.  But before he could land many, she 
slipped out of his grasp and punched his ribs and kidneys.  He was hurt and 
stopped just enough for her to escape.  As she got to her feet, Carl met her and 
tried to punch her ribs.
	As he moved in, she covered up and waited for him.  He kept punching her, 
but most were blocked and few hit her breasts.  She winced from the pain of the 
shots to her breasts, but she saw an opening and sent a hard right into his 
belly.  The rock-hard muscles held, but when she repeated it, they started to 
give and he tried to back up.  Shana sensed his weakness and followed him, 
stalking him around the room bouncing shots off his head, trying to open his 
midsection.  As she moved in, Carl kicked her in the gut, making her double up, 
then sent an uppercut into her head.  Shana dropped and he jumped her trying to 
pin her arms and continue the beating.  She was dazed, but still full of fight.  
Shana grabbed a hand and twisted it back, nearly breaking it.  Carl screamed and 
rolled toward the hand, trying to stop the pain.  With both sweating, he slipped 
from her grasp and stood, rubbing his hand. 
	They both assumed the boxing stance.  He moved in on her and jabbed her 
face, but she blocked it.  He feinted with a left, but missed her right coming 
into his head.  Dazed and tired, he staggered back, as she relentlessly moved 
in.  He landed jabs, but now she smelled victory and went after it.  The punches 
didn't seem to bother her as she stalked him.  He sent several feeble punches 
which she blocked and taunted him.
	"Is that all you have.  I guess my kid sister will be busy with you and 
bloated Billy."
	He kept after her, but she kept blocking his weak punches and peppered his 
face with jabs. He did block some, but a lot got in and hurt.  She continued 
pummeling him as he feebly tried to stop her.  Finally he lunged at her forcing 
her to the floor, where he tried to attack her body.  She easily got away and 
stood, waiting for him to rise.  She met him as he tried to stand and held his 
chin with one hand and drove a staggering right into the side of his head, 
dropping him like a rock.  She walked over to him and yanked him up by his hair, 
holding him in the sitting position, his arms hanging at his sides.
	"Sure doesn't look like much of a fighter, does he?  I thought you said 
you could fight.  Looks like you can't do much at all?"
	She backed off and let him fall back to the floor and rest.  As he assumed 
the stance, she easily brushed aside his weak jabs and sent a flurry of fists 
into his head and body.  Carl was dazed and staggered around, as Shana just 
continued landing more punches, forcing him to double-up and wheeze in pain.  
Both eyes were puffy, his lips were split, and nasty bruises covered his head, 
chest, and midsection. He was dazed and unable to continue, so she backed him 
into a corner and finished him with a left, right combo to the head.  Carl 
slowly sank to the floor, out cold.
	A few minutes later, Shana revived him with a compress, harshly wiping off 
the blood.  He tried to brush her hand aside, but she grabbed his chin and held 
it firmly, glaring into his eyes. 
	"You want some more of that?  Now clean up, you have some important 
business to finish. Get in the bedroom and be ready to please me or go to 
intensive care!"