Comeback
By Smac
Diane's mentor, Marie, makes a comeback to the ring after childbirth

Corrected 12/06/2001

Janet struggled round to Di's about a week after their latest boxing match.
She still looked rough, nose lumpy and eyes still dark with bruising.
"Who is this Marie cow anyway?" 
Di grinned despite her friend's obvious discomfiture.

"She and her husband helped me to train for the fight, bloody good she is, 
perhaps she'll show you a thing or two as well."
"Hmpff," croaked Janet, "bit fucking late now isn't it, you tell me after you've 
bashed my face in."
"Oh come on," chided Di, "it was a fair fight wasn't it?" 
"Yeah, I suppose so," conceded Janet, "who is she anyway?" 
"She lives up Merton, very posh, got a gym and all. She had a little boy about a 
year ago so she's just trying to get back into the ring herself. I was going out 
to see her on Saturday, fancy coming?"
Janet nodded absentmindedly.
"Her hubby's been trying to get me into the ring with her for ages, but I'm not 
sure I'm ready for her yet."
Janet's ears pricked up, could she see a way of getting some of her own back on 
Di?
"The way you took me apart I'd say you were ready for Mike Tyson," she observed.
It had the desired effect. A rare blush from the older woman, she examined the 
back of her hand, digesting the back handed compliment.
Was the seed sown?
There was only one way to find out.

"Ok, I'll pick you up when?"
"Oh," said Di in mock surprise, "say... two o'clock Saturday?" 
"Must dash," shouted Janet, "boys will be home soon." 
She smiled a wicked smile as she slammed the car door, hard. 
"I'll get her in that ring if it kills me."


Marie turned out to be something else, a big woman she answered the door 
completely naked, duster in hand.
"Hi, I wasn't sure what time you said."
"This is Janet, the girl I boxed last week."
Janet could feel the woman's eyes examining her still marked face.
She held out a strong hand, "sorry to hear you lost."
Janet grunted.
There was an embarrassed silence till Marie turned followed her bare back and 
bum into the sumptuous house.
"What do you want to do this afternoon?" she called impressive shoulder.
"BOX you," screamed Janet to herself.
Di began to stammer and rummage through her great handbag.
"We were going to get you into the ring weren't we Di?" 
"That's what she's told me," Janet interposed.
"A bit more pushing and shoving and Di would be in the bag," she thought.
"Are you ready?" inquired Di, clearly flustered.
"Always ready to get the gloves on," quipped Marie, "let's show Janet the gym."
"Almost there," sighed Janet.
They left their coats in the vast hall and followed their still bare hostess 
along a corridor to the gymnasium in the rear of the house. It boasted a large 
picture window framing hills, woodland and a tasteful swimming pool in the house 
grounds.
Janet swallowed at the sight of the raised boxing ring and all the impedimenta 
of the boxing game, bag gloves, sweaty towels, gum shields, buckets and bottles, 
all seemingly thrown down by the ropes.
Di was all but hooked.
"Well, apart from the boxing gloves, I'm ready," grinned Marie.
"In the nude?" asked Di.
"I do most other things in the nude, why not box, it seems the natural way to do 
it to me."
Di had one more crack at stalling.
"What about seconds?"
"Janet can do you, my husband Jim's around somewhere, he usually seconds me. You 
don't mind do you?"
All Di could do was shake her head slowly.
Janet relaxed, it was in the bag.
"What size gloves did you and Janet use?" Marie asked Di.
"Four ounce," she lied.
Janet thought, "more like two," but she kept silent. 
"I've got some new ones somewhere, Jim won't use them on me." 
It was Di's turn to swallow hard.
"Get yourself ready while I find him," she called, slamming the door on the two 
women.
Janet was excited by the prospect of a good fight, Di looked very apprehensive 
and somewhat out of her depth.
It was time for Janet to change tactics. She must encourage and support her 
friend now that her objective had been achieved, there was to be a boxing match.
She held out her hand, Di gave her the big handbag.
Di looked round the room and spotted a small table.
They moved over to it and Di took off her watch and many rings.
She caught Janet's eye as she slowly placed them on the table.
Janet caught the knowing look. There was no use her pretending, the big women 
knew that she was hoping she would take a beating and be, to some extent, paid 
back for panning her.
"Undo me," Di said positively.
Janet felt better as she started to unzip Di's dress at the back.
Di shrugged it off her broad shoulders and eased the shoulder straps of her 
capacious bra. She shinnied the dress over her hips and stood tall in small 
white panties and bra. Kicking off her shoes, she looked over at the boxing 
ring.
"I've only ever sparred in there with Marie," she confided, "I hope I do ok."
Janet blushed, "you'll be great, I'll throw in the towel if you get hurt."
"You'll do no such thing," snapped Die
She patted Janet's shoulder, "like you say, I'll be Ok."
Janet noticed her strong fingers trembling as she patted her hair into place.
Jim and Marie appeared.
He was a big bloke in a tiny pair of pants, buttocks bare with just the 
essentials covered at the front.
Unselfconsciously he strode over to the boxing ring. 
Marie stopped at a cupboard and grabbed two pairs of leather gloves on her way 
to the square ring. 
Still completely naked, she crammed through the ropes, her big hanging breasts 
dragging over the middle rope as she squeezed through. She dropped the boxing 
gloves on the ring floor and stretched.
"She looks mean and magnificent to me," thought Janet.
Elbows at shoulder height and palms down under her strong chin she began some 
torso twists to warm herself up for the fight. She glanced at Di as she gingerly 
eased herself through the ropes diagonally opposite her.
"Come on get the bra and pants off, you'll feel much better."
Di didn't look too convinced but, with trembling fingers, she snapped the big 
catch at the back of her bra. She handed it to Janet and she draped it over the 
top rope. 
There were great furrows in Di's wide, white shoulders where the straps had been 
cutting in, having held up the huge, matronly breasts. She turned to face her 
corner and rolled her panties down her meaty thighs. She'd almost no pubic hair, 
there was merely a dark stubble over her otherwise clean shaven pubis.
Janet looked closely at Marie for the first time, her pubic hair too was only 
faintly discernible, gingery matching her light red hair. 
Jim reached behind her neck and popped the catch of her only adornment, a thin 
gold chain. Then he retrieved the boxing gloves.
One pair were red, the other black.
Marie nodded in Di's direction, and he went over to her corner.
"Any preference?"
"Black please," replied Di shakily.
"They will match your hair," sniggered Janet, once more enjoying the prospect of 
seeing her friend get her comeuppance.
Marie smiled when she saw she was to get the red boxing gloves. Jim looked 
questioningly at Janet and, eliciting no response, tucked one of the black 
leathers between his knees and began lacing the other onto Di's strong hands. 
She really began to shake then, hands, knees and even her lower lip.
"Alright?" asked Jim.
"Yes, fine," she lied.
With both boxing gloves on she pounded them against her barrel thighs, jumping 
on the spot, while Jim got his wife gloved up.
He didn't seem concerned for her safety one iota, grinning all the time and 
joking as if he was dressing her in fancy dress.
Suddenly his demeanour changed and he signalled both the boxers out to ring 
centre.
"Right, I want a good, clean fight. Three minute rounds, to a decision?"
Both big women nodded.
"Right, and if one of "you gets knocked down I want the other to go to a neutral 
corner before I start counting, is that clear?"
Again they nodded.
"May the best girl win."
He pecked Marie on the cheek and, leaning out of the ring started the automatic 
timekeeper.
"Ding."
They were still in the centre of the ring and in a split second Marie had her 
gloves up under her chin and had flicked out her first left lead in Di's 
direction. 
The small, hard glove thudded into her right breast and she shuddered, visibly, 
backing off a couple of paces.
Marie moved forwards pistoning out her thinly padded left fist.
Di's head went back and forwards like a metronome.
The round ended the same Di, backing round the perimeter of the ring with Marie 
marching steadily forwards peppering her with straight lefts and rights.
'"She's making me look a right fool," spat Di.
"More than that," thought Janet, "she's punching you in the face all the time 
too."
Di looked bruised and uncomfortable when she ended round two. 
Marie hadn't thrown any big punches, yet, she'd just kept up the relentless 
barrage of leather using Di more or less as a human punch bag.
When Di did try and clobber her with a couple of heavy punches in the third, 
then she responded with two right crosses of her own which took Janet's breath 
away, let alone Di's. 
The second punch flattened her nose and Di could no longer even see the 
straights coming, her eyes filled as they were with involuntary tears.
"You're bleeding a little," confided Janet during the break.
"I'm not surprised."
"Well at least you know how to end it," thought Janet, "stand up to her and 
you're finished."
At the start of the fourth it seemed as though Di had read Janet's thoughts. She 
stopped her continual retreating and, where possible, stood her ground. They 
began a slug in and Marie was as good at those tactics as she was at jabbing. Di 
got in some damn good punches but it was her nose running blood at the break and 
her left eye badly swollen.
"She's beginning to look a bit like me last time," thought Janet. 
Di stood stoically for the fifth. 
It looked like the pattern of the fight was established. A big, wide 
haymaker from Di sent Marie spinning into the ropes but she responded, almost at 
once, with four or five cruel punches to Di's nose and mouth. Gobs and trickles 
of dark blood marred the upper slopes of the big woman's breasts, she began to 
snuffle loudly through her swelling, blood clogged nose. 
Another couple of straight rights to her left tit while she stood there 
transfixed and she nearly went down. 
The bell saved her.
She shuffled back to her corner, feet dragging on the canvas. She was only just 
able to make it.
"Come on," pleaded Janet, "you've had enough haven't you?" 
Her lust for revenge now outweighed by womanly concern for her friend.
"You heard the man, croaked Di, this is to a decision."
"And I think I know what it's going to be," mused Janet blackly.
She made to mop up Di with the sponge, but she shook her aching head.
"No, just leave me thanks."
She stormed out for the sixth, bulldozing the surprised Marie back into her own 
corner. She clumsily laid into her, doing no real damage just burning 
herself out completely and firing up the redhead for the inevitable.
No sooner had Di stumbled back off her than Marie began to pick her off with 
hard, vicious punches to the face and tits.
Janet turned away several times and even the laid back Jim seemed to take a 
sudden interest in the turn of events. Di staggered around like a drunk, blood 
flying from her nose and mouth, running down between her hard swollen breasts. 
She went to one knee but bravely, and seemingly unconsciously, got to her bare 
feet again, only to face the hail of leather Marie piled into her.
With a groan she crumpled at Marie's feet, overwhelmingly and soundly 
beaten, covered in her own blood and grey with pain.
Marie callously raised her blood smeared red boxing gloves above her radiant 
face.
"Nice come back," shouted Jim, clapping slowly.
"Who's next," grinned Marie, looking directly at Janet.
She waved nervously in the general direction of her still bruised face, shaking 
her head slowly and, no doubt, thankful for her injuries.
"Jim?"
He looked up from where he knelt beside Di's writhing body. He too shook his 
head slowly but said, "Ok," resignedly.
"Help me with Diane," he asked the shocked Janet.
Marie lounged against the taut ring ropes, watching her husband and the black 
haired young woman drag Di over to her corner before propping her on her stool. 
She looked like a rag doll. Her redundant boxing gloves dangled uselessly, thick 
blood still ran from her facial injuries, down over her hurting breasts and 
scalding tummy ending up between her spattered thighs.
"Shall I get her gloves off," swallowed Janet, eager to do something but not 
wishing to get involved with the mopping up of her friend.
"No, don't bother her yet," replied Jim, "I'll get myself some eight ounce
gloves out in a minute."
He didn't mess about with flannels or a sponge, he just wrapped a large, white 
towel right round Di's poor head and laid her back against the corner post.
She sighed and stretched out her bare legs.
"I'll have to get warmed up," apologised Jim, leaving the ring to the broken Di 
and her white faced friend.
He hopped out of the ring and dropped to the floor, pumping fast press ups. He 
pummelled the heavy bag for several minutes before going to the cabinet and 
grabbing a pair of black eight ounce boxing gloves.
Marie smiled.
He climbed back into the ring.
Gingerly he peeled the towel away from Di's face.
It was wet and heavy with blood but none seemed to be running still. Eventually 
he and Janet got her propped up against the ring apron.
They got back in again and Jim picked up the heavy boxing gloves.
"Make sure they're tied tight," said Jim, poker faced.
Janet looked like a cow on a bike as she struggled with the bulky leather gloves 
but, with Jim's guidance, she managed to get then laced tightly onto his big 
fists.
He beat them together heavily as he strode over to where his wife still loafed 
on the ropes.
"Right, I'm ready for you, you've done six rounds already so we'll go another 
four ok?"
She nodded' enthusiastically.	
"You may as well go over to Marie," he whispered to Janet before pressing the 
button on the timekeeper with the thumb of his right boxing glove.
Marie bounced over, her small red gloves up under her strong chin.
He stopped her dead with a cruel straight right in her left breast. Her mouth 
formed an 0 and she dropped her guard a little.
He whacked her repeatedly in the face till her cheeks glowed red and her lips 
looked thick and awkward.
Jim paused and she threw a right haymaker, the red four ounce boxing glove
thudded into his left eye, it swelled alarmingly.
He shook his head and came for her swinging both fists.
The bell clanged, giving her a minute's recovery time.
She slumped onto her stool, her face puffy and swollen.
Janet flapped her towel uselessly until the bell sounded.
Marie got stoically to her bare feet.
Jim punched her breasts repeatedly until again her guard dropped.
She was white faced despite being so marked up.
The big black boxing gloves pounded her nose and mouth and she began to bleed.
Janet groaned.
By the end of the round her cleavage was spattered with blood from her sore 
face.
Janet moved to mop her up but she shook her head.
She went to the canvas in the next round but soon got up again to face her 
husband's heavy punches.
Jim came over during the break.
"Do you still want to box the last round?"
"Are you aiming to knock me out?"
"I always fight to win, you know that.."
She grabbed his right boxing glove, "another three minutes then." 
He hit her very heavily in the face when they met in the ring centre, blood 
squirted down over her hard swollen breasts. Her little red boxing gloves
dropped down to her heavy thighs and he knocked her gory head from side
to side with two handed crosses.
After dozens of punches she thudded to the canvas on her back with her knees up 
beaten and vulnerable, her fair head in a puddle of her own face blood. Her big, 
bloated breasts rose and fell steadily.
"You win, as usual."
He strode over to the shell shocked Janet, holding his hands out for the boxing 
gloves to be removed.