Alia and Anna
By Steely Dan, steelydan1923@yahoo.com
A story of two women boxers and their inevitable meeting.

CHAPTER ONE 
The local oldies station was playing the Peter, Paul & Mary classic, "Leaving on a Jet Plane," and Anna 
took that as a sign. 
Things were as good as they could possibly get. 
She was young, people kept telling her she was beautiful, she had a long-time boyfriend who 
worshipped her and could fill her from his cum sac as often as she desired (and, more importantly, a 
boyfriend that she could totally control), and she was on her way to becoming famous. She was headed 
to Las Vegas, the jewel of the desert, the place where fame and riches awaited the fortunate. 
Thinking about her future prospects was making Anna very wet, and she instinctively reached for her 
crotch and began caressing her throbbing pussy through her tight white shorts. Her hardened nipples 
looked like wine corks as they strained against her tight halter and soon began leaking milk (Arlen hadn't 
been suckling enough recently, she thought ... we'll take care of that soon). 
The thoughts of her future and the increasing rhythm of her strokes quickly brought her to a thunderous 
orgasm, one that shook her small apartment bed (after all, she was a big woman) and soaked her 
probing fingers that had long since bypassed the restraining shorts. She sucked her fingers clean with 
great delight, and not long after fell sound asleep, the bright lights of Vegas dancing through her head. 
Yes, things could not get any better for a fighter or a lover, and in Anna's mind she was the best at both. 
She could out-fight and out-fuck any woman alive, and it was almost time to prove that to the world. 
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All her life, Anna had been special. When she was a child, her late parents had her on the beauty 
pageant circuit, and it didn't matter that she was already a little pudgy. She had the long blonde hair 
that was a symbol of status in her hometown of Midland, Texas, and it was obvious even at an early age 
that her features would be the type that would melt hearts before she was through. 
But like many young girls in out-of-the-way towns, Anna was a tomboy. When she and her boy and girl 
friends would play games, she always loved the physical ones more than anything. She loved football ' 
the national sport of Texas ' but she was even more enamored with the individual sports, and boxing 
and wrestling quickly became her favorites. Her involvement, and that of the other children, wasn't 
discouraged by their parents, who mostly felt good that Anna and her friends were learning to take care 
of themselves. 
Since Anna was a large child ' and, in those pre-teen years, girls naturally developed physically quicker 
than boys ' she was one of the strongest kids in her circle of friends. She quickly learned that she could 
take advantage of that. 
Not too long later, when puberty hit and her body began taking womanly shape, those fights became 
more foreplay than child's play, and her excitement of fighting with her friends reached new heights. At 
the time, she was still fighting both boys and girls, but slowly her bouts with boyfriends became more 
and more the norm. And there was no shortage of competition ' in backyards that became unofficial 
arenas all over her neighborhood, pubescent boys with raging hormones would do anything to lock up 
with the evolving buxom beauty. 
Many of those boys' first sexual experience, in fact, came when they were either locked up with Anna in 
a wrestling match or trading punches. Rubbing their still-youthful cocks against Anna's already-
developing body often caused that first pre-cum to emerge and put that tell-tale wet spot in the crotch 
of their jeans ' and more than once, the boys abruptly orgasmed while being pinned by Anna, their cum 
flooding their jeans. 
Of course, Anna was usually soaked herself by the time she put those boys on their backs, straddling 
them and pinning them under her already-large breasts while pinning their legs with a grapevine ' 
pushing her damp pussy against their crotches in the process. 
Even though it was great fun grappling with the boys and having them grapple with her, Anna began 
favoring boxing over wrestling. She liked the way the gloves felt on her hands ' and it didn't hurt that 
her first masturbation experience came years earlier when she once rubbed a laced glove between her 
legs to clean it off, and felt the first of what would be many tingles of excitement. 
She was also excited about Arlen, one of her neighborhood friends who was evolving into something 
more. Arlen, like Anna, developed physically before many of his classmates, and he discovered early that 
fighting with Anna ' or just watching her fight ' heated his loins to their breaking point. And his loins ' 
Arlen was monstrously endowed, and his cock usually hit its peak whenever he laced up the gloves with 
Anna. 
By the time both turned 15, they had bypassed the petting stage and were taking advantage of every 
opportunity to find private locations and stoke their passion. Often it began with boxing, and Arlen 
discovered that Anna was at her most passionate when she was punching him, sending blows deep into 
his maturing body, standing over him when he was on his back, a victim of the onslaught of her fists. In 
those instances, he watched her huge breasts rise and fall and his cock would expand to those 
monstrous proportions. 
More often than not, Anna would take advantage, not even bothering to take off her sparring gloves 
before lowering herself on Arlen's talented pole. The fighting itself always made her hot and wet, but 
fighting ' and dominating ' Arlen was even more a turn-on, especially when his cock was consistently 
able to fill her with a seemingly endless supply of ball juice and waste no time in preparing more. 
Anna would constantly beat him down, ride him unmercifully to make him orgasm many times inside 
her, leave her gushing his cum from her cavernous hole, and then finger his ass to get his cock back to its 
monstrous best. She would then put that finger down Arlen's throat, forcing him to lick off the poo, 
while she lapped his cum off his stomach and fist-fucked him at the same time ' preparing him for a 
hummer that would leave him at the same time exhausted and praying for more. And more was never a 
problem where Anna was concerned. 
Sometimes, she would bring the 20-ounce training gloves to bed with them, plant her voluptuous 
backside on Arlen's head and use the pillow-like gloves to lightly jab his monster cock back and forth, 
like one of those old blowup punching dolls. The punches would drive Arlen crazy with lust, and he 
would tongue Anna's volcano-hot pussy as deep as he could while Anna went down on his throbbing 
organ. 
When Anna wasn't boxing her boyfriend around ' it made her incredibly hot, knowing that she could 
control him with only her fists ' and then riding Alren's member to thunderous orgasms, the two still 
spent most of their free hours in their circle of long-time friends in the continuation of that long-
standing small-town tradition. They all couldn't wait to turn 18 when they could join Midland's bar scene 
(Anna, of course, never had a problem getting into those places ' bouncers took one look and ushered 
her inside, Arlen in tow). 
Their little group was headed to a celebration of one of those 18th birthdays one night at an area 
country-western honky-tonk, and when they arrived they saw an advertisement for a "ToughWoman" 
competition on the bar marquee. More than anything, they spotted the "$500 Cash Prize to the Winner" 
line at the bottom. 
They weren't even inside before Arlen and the other guys started egging Anna to enter. One of Arlen's 
fantasies was to watch Anna box and dominate another woman, and then have passionate sex with the 
victor. 
"You were doing this when those other women were still playing with themselves," said Arlen, who 
found it hard to hide his growing erection. "You'll kick their asses easy." 
Anna was never one to back away from a fight ' and besides, she and Arlen hadn't had sex for almost 
three days. She was horny, and figured there was no better way to work up a good lather than to punch 
out some strangers, make those women submit to her and make some cash at the same time. 
When Anna left the sign-up table, the bar proprietor had a huge grin on his face and a huge bulge in his 
pants. He knew that his alcohol sales were going through the roof tonight. 
Seven other women signed up for the contest, but it became obvious that none had Anna's fighting 
background. In her first "bout", Anna hit her opponent one time square in the stomach and she quit on 
the spot, doubled over in the middle of the ring with her arms crossed in front of her pudgy abdomen. 
Her second bout was almost as one-sided ' it took Anna about 15 seconds to force her foe into a corner 
and rain lefts and rights to her head. Eventually her opponent turned her back and exited through the 
ropes, leaving Anna in the finals. 
The final bout came against a stocky Hispanic woman who appeared to have some martial-arts training, 
and at least looked the part as she took a classic boxing stance. But she was still no match for a sexually 
turned-on Anna, whose crazed lust after a couple of bouts ' and an excruciating few hours without 
Arlen's hot cum inside her ' created an unexpected bonus for the bar patrons' enjoyment. 
It only took Anna a few body punches to send her opponent reeling in her corner, where Anna draped 
her over the ropes and quickly stripped her down to gloves and boots. A roundhouse right fractured the 
Hispanic fighter's nose and caused blood to gush down her naked chest, and Anna began raining 
uppercuts into that chest that caused little blood droplets to go flying into the air at every bounce of the 
rapidly-swelling boobs. 
When Anna's gloves were suitably covered with blood, she used one glove to form a bloody letter "A" 
on the Hispanic's forehead. "That means you're mine," Anna whispered into her ear. "You bear the 
scarlet letter (remembering a story she once read in childhood), and now you must be punished for 
what it represents." 
That's when Anna moved her attack south, at first lightly punching her opponent's bushy mound and 
gradually stepping up the attack until her foe screamed for mercy. The screams made Anna even more 
hot and she launched a big swinging uppercut that seemed to go halfway into the pussy canal. 
Anna stopped punching but didn't stop abusing, taking one of her gloved thumbs and ramming it into 
the Hispanic's clit, causing both women to flow pussy juice heavily. Anna leaned against her now-
shuddering foe and squeezed, seemingly trying to steal the last of the Hispanic's juices, as contest 
organizers finally entered the ring and separated the two. 
Anna quickly grabbed the $500 check and Arlen, heading for the door (and figuring they may not make it 
past the car seat before her pussy enveloped his cock and consumed his orgasm that she knew wasn't 
far off). But a leisure-suited man stopped them on the way outside. 
Eddie Hopkins had been watching all the action, scouting for "hotties" to book on foxy boxing cards that 
he was promoting at area strip clubs. He wasn't expecting anything unusual, before he saw Anna head 
to the ring for her first bout. He started paying close attention (Anna had that effect on most of the male 
species), and when he saw that she could fight, dollar signs rolled up in his eyes. 
"My lady, I want to make you a business proposition," he said. 
Even though na#ve in many ways of the world, Anna knew enough to be cautious with such a 
proposition. But Eddie was persistent, and eventually had both Anna and Arlen hanging on every word. 
He promised her he'd make her a famous boxer, and would take her to a world championship and all the 
glory that went along with that. 
And they would do all that in Las Vegas. 
Anna jumped at the idea ' the chance to leave Midland in the rear-view mirror and go to one of the 
world's most glamorous cities, to actually make money while fighting and perpetuating her prurient 
desires, and to have Arlen in tow to dominate after all her bouts. The thought was enough to give Anna's 
insides a shiver. 
The next few days went by quickly. When Anna and Arlen weren't making preparations to blow town, 
she was doing a lot of blowing of her own. Maybe it was the excitement of the upcoming journey, but 
the lust between the two reached even higher levels. Anna proceeded to dominate Arlen like never 
before, sucking his cock regularly to the point of orgasm and then demanding he ram his straining 
member into her ass over and over until she could hold no more of his cum. 
She would then reverse roles, strapping on a dildo and ruthlessly attacking Arlen's ass while at the same 
time reaching around and giving Arlen a violent hand job. Arlen came over and over, spewing hot white 
cum all over Anna's hands, and Anna would gleefully lick it off like a popsicle while continuing to rear-
bang Arlen with her own rubber cock, Arlen's poop running dirty brown rivers down his thighs. 
Exhausted from their week but buoyed by thoughts of the future, Anna and Arlen pulled out of Midland 
in Arlen's pick-up two days later and headed west. So long, small town. Hello, Sin City. The thought of 
what lay ahead was too much for both of them, and they had to slow down for a couple of minutes until 
Anna was able to straddle Arlen, mounting him and pounding his cock almost through the driver's seat. 
Fortunately, the road didn't have much traffic, and their intertwined bodies rode off into the sunset. 
 
CHAPTER TWO 
As far back as she could remember, Alia always remembered being angry at something. 
Maybe that's a trait common to world boxing champions, but Alia's anger was different. Where most 
fighters point their anger at an opponent, Alia's anger was focused on many areas as she walked the 
streets of her Boston hometown. 
The world never gave me a break, Alia thought. Why shouldn't I be pissed off? 
Boxing had actually saved her from a life of self-destruction, a downward spiral that started in college 
when a long-time relationship ended badly ' her former lover ditched her for a big-chested blond bimbo 
working in one of the local college hangout bars. 
The breakup affected her much more than she would admit. For much of her New England college days, 
she was a simmering cauldron who would often explode in physical confrontations with people who 
approached her. 
And they would approach her, especially the males. Her medium-length dark hair framed a chiseled and 
attractive face, and her eyes were the kind of dark orbs that men could get lost in. Her olive skin was a 
hereditary gift from her parents, who emigrated from Thailand. It didn't hurt that her body was toned, 
the result of regular appearances at the gym's weight area where she would attempt to work out her 
frustrations ' always with little success. 
She had partners during that time, many of them, in fact. But all were nothing but sex objects, pseudo-
boyfriends to be used and abused and cast aside. Her pussy inferno would too quickly drain their hot 
cum, leaving them flaccid (few men could stay with Alia in a fuck contest, and even fewer could string 
enough orgasms and spurt enough cum to satiate her thirst for hot, physical, nasty sex). Their inability to 
return to rock-hard ' even with a sexual dynamo like Alia ' would arouse her anger all over again ' 
sometimes, she would hit her lovers, beating them senseless with hands that she already knew were 
fast and powerful, such was her frustration with them not satisfying her. 
Her inability to sustain a relationship added more to her anger at life. 
One day at the gym, Alia was resting after a particularly hard workout, and was confronted by one of the 
gym's lesbian members who was upset at Alia's callous use of her brother. "I need to teach you a lesson 
on how to treat people," the lesbian said, "and I think I'll do it in the boxing ring where I can beat on you 
to my heart's desire and have some fun doing it." 
Alia had never really boxed. She'd punched the heavy bag some as a stress relief, but that was the 
extent of her fighting background. She barely knew how to put on the gloves and attach the Velcro 
fasteners, but when she did a strange feeling came over her ' a feeling of confidence, a feeling of 
power. The gloves, warm white leather ones with the big cuffs that went halfway down the forearms, 
felt sexy on her hands. A tingling sensation started deep in the pit of her stomach when she climbed 
through the ring ropes for the very first time and faced the lesbian tormenter who was painfully 
unaware of the beast she was about to unleash. 
All those months and years of anger, resentment, rage and frustrated emotions welled up inside her and 
were released through Alia's flying fists, as she shocked even herself with her unexpected ferocity. It 
took her only minutes to pound her opponent into oblivion ' blackening both her eyes, turning her nose 
into a flattened mess and bloodying both lips, and using her tits as targets for wildly-swinging punches. 
But what really excited Alia was when she'd hit the bigger woman in her soft belly, watching her big 
white gloves disappear deep into her opponent's abdomen and standing back to watch her foe clutch 
her stomach and retch in the middle of the ring. 
Her last volley of punches left her beaten opponent spread-eagled in the middle of the canvas, and in a 
fit of ecstasy she ripped off her workout gear and rammed her already-flowing pussy into her 
vanquished foe's mouth. 
The feeling was incredible ' her cunt juices mixing with the lesbian's watering mouth and her tongue 
which soon began probing deeply into her well-muscled cavity. Her thrusts ripped the sides of her foe's 
mouth, and the warm blood mixed with her juices and made her even warmer ' and wetter. 
She looked down at eyes that were filled with terror, real fear that drowning or suffocation might be 
coming quickly, and that look excited Alia even more. She had no idea that she could dominate someone 
else so completely, so thoroughly, and the thought turned on an even more powerful torrent of love 
juice and made her thrust even harder. 
Without missing a beat, Alia turned around. She kept her now-sloppy clit firmly on the lesbian's face and 
mouth, but could now dominate her foe's body. She tore off what remained of her opponent's workout 
gear, and over and over she pounded her fists deep into that exposed abdomen, causing screams that 
echoed through the wetness of her crotch and caused her to come all over again. The deep pain made 
her now-useless foe piss herself, and Alia grabbed the lesbian's crotch and rubbed the combination of 
pussy juice and piss over her foe's body. 
Alia then went to work on her knocked-out foe's hairy pussy, at first beating it with her still-gloved 
hands and then furiously rubbing with a gloved thumb until she showed signs of regaining 
consciousness. The beatings caused juice to fly from her mound and poop to gush wetly from her ass 
and pool below her on the canvas, from where Alia almost appeared to be beating it back into each of 
her body cavities. 
All that time, Alia continued to ride her face and pound her cock until neither could take much more, 
their joint screams accompanying a final stream that ran from both of their white-hot boxes. 
Gym workers had to haul the lesbian out of the ring, a beaten mess physically and a smelly, soaked 
wreck on top and at the bottom. Alia stood and watched, her chest heaving, feeling short of breath ' 
and also feeling her nipples stay rock-hard. Her juices continued to flow down both legs as she 
continued her uncontrollable orgasms. 
Stripping her gloves quickly and not even bothering to shower, Alia threw on fresh sweats (her others 
were still dripping), left quickly, went to the nearest college bar that she knew, grabbed the least-ugly 
male in the place and dragged him into the men's room. She jerked off his pants, stripped her gym gear 
in one motion (even her new sweats were already soaked with the sweet aromas of sweat and pussy 
juice) and vigorously mounted her shocked but willing male partner. 
The sex was mind-blowing, and not just because her plaything was orgasming over and over during their 
rough play. Alia had never experienced anything like it, and she knew her excitement stemmed from the 
beating she had just administered. And she wanted more of that feeling ' later. Right now she wanted 
more of this man's warm ball juice shooting up into her like a Water Pik, hitting every one of her taut 
vaginal muscles and sending ripples of pleasure through every nerve in her body. 
She then dragged him into a toilet stall, seated herself and wrapped her strong legs around his upper 
thighs, drawing him into her and putting her in a position to control the thrusts. She began alternately 
clinching and relaxing her legs, forcing him to go in and out and pound her wet box whether he wanted 
to or not, and at the same time put those vaginal muscles to work on his engorged cock.  
Her rippling vagina left her male partner with the odd sensation of incredible arousal and total 
helplessness, and he became little more than Alia's rag doll/sex toy as she reached a feverish pumping 
pace. Finally he passed out after one last thunderous shot of cum ' one that Alia thought was probably 
the young man's greatest ever ' and as his now limp body slid to the floor, Alia sat and watched his 
steaming juice pour from her hole and down the toilet. 
Alia hurried home and thought about the last few hours. What was it that sent her passion through the 
roof? She'd had plenty of guys, but none that felt like that. And it wasn't that this guy was anything 
special ' far from it. He was a total stranger. 
It was the boxing. 
The feeling of dominating someone with fists alone, beating someone so badly that they would either 
cower at her feet begging her to stop, or lie unconscious from nothing more than her gloved hands. The 
feeling was indescribable, and all of her dreams that night ' all of them exceedingly wet ones ' revolved 
around the ring, the ropes and everything that happened between them. 
She began taking boxing lessons from a trainer at one of the local gyms, and it didn't take long before 
she turned pro and started covering her college costs through her passion. She didn't make much money 
in those early preliminary bouts, but she was smart enough to have people place heavy bets on her 
when she felt she could win ' which was most of the time. 
She didn't mind putting in the work ' in fact, she lived for the hours she could spend in the gym, 
constantly finding ways to improve. Her workout routine was the envy of the rest of the gym fighters, 
both male and female, and she had no shortage of male sparring partners who thought they were man 
enough to control this wildcat while getting in some cheap feel-ups in the clinches. 
The men who gave her the best sparring competition in the ring usually wound up in her bed, and her 
dominance there also carried over. She liked nothing better than to pound a man's body at the gym, 
bruising and beating him with a savage attack, and shortly afterward sucking him limp, giving a hand job 
to bring his cock back to life and milking him again with her rippling pussy muscles. Her partners would 
be so drained that they wouldn't make an appearance at the gym the next day, but not Alia. She was 
always ready for more ' more boxing, more beatings, more dominant lovemaking. 
Soon, most of the women boxers in New England were no match for her, and she sent a steady stream 
of lesser fighters to the hospital with an assortment of injuries ' cracked ribs, ruptured spleens and 
bruised kidneys. Her body assaults were vicious, cruel and violent ' and she liked them more and more. 
Often, when an opponent was caught in a corner with her head fully exposed, Alia disdained that attack 
and chose instead to brutally beat her foe's body ' she loved the feeling when an uppercut sliced 
through an opponent's defenses and crushed her body cavity. And when that opponent was headed to 
the canvas, Alia would often catch her, hang her on the ropes by her now-useless arms and continue 
assaulting her softening belly. It made her incredibly hot and wet ' and frightened other fighters. 
Many of the region's better fighters avoided her as long as possible. Such was her growing reputation as 
a fighter ' and a white-hot sexual dynamo that thought nothing of stealing other fighters' boyfriends for 
her pleasure ' just because she could. After her bouts, when she would make her unwitting foes pay in 
blood for her own sexual excitement, she needed a man badly, and never struggled to find takers. 
"Nothing like shattering a woman's teeth to get me in the mood afterwards," she would tell herself. 
As her fighting paychecks increased, and her side bets became more and more profitable, she was able 
to pay a trainer to provide personal attention. More importantly, she enlisted the services of a manager 
who could get her into "real" fights ' main events on smaller cards, and featured undercard bouts on 
some of New England's major boxing events. There, the best fighters couldn't avoid her, and she began 
to realize she was VERY good at this. 
The boxing public was also starting to take notice of the now-nationally-ranked welterweight sensation, 
one who didn't hesitate to take fights against bigger fighters. It reached the point that size differential 
didn't matter ' in fact, Alia almost preferred it that way, since bigger boxers gave her a bigger target for 
her deadly body assault. 
One of those bigger fighters, and one that could no longer ignore Alia's rise to prominence, was current 
East Coast champion Ludmilla Drago. Part of the famed Drago fighting family, Ludmilla was an enigma ' 
no one knew much about her background except that she was from Eastern Europe, and no one knew 
her real age ' rumors were she was much older than her listed 35. Those who followed her did know 
that she never changed much from the typical third-world European woman ' never shaving her pussy 
or under her arms, infrequent bathing, bad teeth, an overall unkempt, nasty appearance. 
But she had reigned supreme for over a decade, and what challengers she had were dispatched as 
Ludmilla used her experience and size advantage to overwhelm most competitors. 
But Ludmilla hadn't fought much in the past couple of years, and was badly out of shape ' a fact that 
would become apparent, since she insisted that all challenges be nude fights, only boots and 8-ounce 
gloves, and her soft body would become an almost-obsessed focus for Alia. 
A public outcry finally forced Ludmilla into agreeing to a bout with her younger, healthier and 
unquestionably hotter adversary, but in her closed-in world Ludmilla was still supremely confident that 
she would add Alia to her list of vanquished foes. Her picture of Alia was barely above that of a session 
boxer or "foxy boxer," all tits and ass and powder-puff punches. 
"How can this little, pretty girl defeat me?" Ludmilla said in her heavy accent at a press conference. "She 
is just a little cunt. You all like her because she is attractive, but she cannot fight like me. I will break her, 
who what I like with her and stand over her victorious, and you will all again honor the great Ludmilla!" 
Alia wasn't one for the trash-talking. She preferred to let her actions speak for her ' not that there 
wasn't plenty of trash in those actions. 
She wasn't above illegal tactics both before a fight and during a fight ' after all, that pent-up anger still 
seethes below the surface. Knees to the crotch, the odd elbow across the eye brow to rip her 
opponents' skin open, raking glove laces across the nipples, punches below the waist, head butts, 
hooking her opponent on the ropes and pounding away ' all were fair game once between the ropes. 
She would not use such tactics against a "clean" opponent ' she had too much respect for the sport. But 
if a foe berated her, or Alia felt one was unworthy of her time and talents ' the "loud-mouth model" 
syndrome --, she would deliver a lesson in pain in the most nasty and unfair ways once they got between 
the ropes. 
But Alia also took every opportunity to swing things her way before fights. Her favorite ploy was 
sneaking in weighted gloves, which would allow her to do terrible damage to her foes. But she was also 
not above using sex to reach her goals ' offering her favors to promoters to curry their favor and get 
better fights and bigger paychecks, and bedding and boffing referees to sway them should she need an 
extra advantage in a close fight. Alia's talented pussy was just as much a weapon as her talented fists. 
But such outside measures wouldn't be necessary this time, since she knew that Ludmilla's soft body 
would be no match for her terrible assaults. Not that she wasn't going to brutalize Ludmilla ' far from it, 
she planned to make an example of her, the only question was to what extent ' but she didn't need the 
added advantage. 
When fight night came, Alia was a bundle of nerves despite knowing that she would win easily. That was 
just part of her make-up, and as she sat in the dressing room wearing only her crimson gloves and white 
boots, she pictured the fight in her mind's eye. The thought of the horrific, dominant beating she was 
about to deliver to Ludmilla made her hot, and she began rubbing the thumb of her glove across her 
now-throbbing mound. Her almost-instant eruption poured juices down her legs ' just before the knock 
at the door indicating fight time ' and she decided no clean-up was necessary. She wanted Ludmilla to 
smell her excitement as much as possible when the two met at mid-ring. 
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The accounts of the one-sided fight in the next day's newspapers and television reports failed to 
adequately describe the cruelty, the pain and the dominance that Alia dispensed on the now-former 
champion. Suffice to say that ringside doctors resorted to CPR to get Ludmilla's heart restarted and to 
get air into lungs surrounded by at least a dozen broken ribs. Her internal organs were all damaged and 
bruised, and the coma in which she lay at a local hospital was expected to last indefinitely. 
Ringside onlookers had never seen such savagery. 
Ludmilla had attempted to intimidate Alia by spiking her blonde hair high on her head, making her look 
even larger than the 30 pound-advantage she already held. In a way, though, that only added to the 
visually-striking contrast between the fighters ' one an over-the-hill, out-of-shape hanger-on ' the 
other a youthful, healthy, toned, nubile and hot vixen, an embodiment of forged steel and sex appeal. 
It was a contrast obvious to all ' except to Ludmilla's corner crew. 
"She is just a little girly girl," her corner screamed in Ludmilla's ear. "She cannot hurt you ' she is weak. 
Look at her ' she cannot stand up to one such as you." Ludmilla nodded and pounded her gloves 
together with a loud thwwappp, a noise that intimidated opponents many years ago ' but now only 
looked like a last desperate act to build her own confidence. 
It turned out that hitting her gloves together was one of the few times her fists made clean contact 
against anything all night. Alia pounded Ludmilla unmercifully right from the opening bell, alternating 
her attack from lefts and rights to the European's spiked head and then going down low to her flabby 
abdomen ' and occasionally lower to Ludmilla's unkempt bush. 
Alia could have knocked Ludmilla out in the first round, but that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to 
punish Ludmilla, dominate her, hurt her badly, show the world what a REAL champion can do. So she 
made the bout last the full 10 brutal rounds, to the point that Ludmilla was unresponsive and even Alia 
couldn't pick her up as she had several times, draping her on the ropes and firing uppercuts almost from 
canvas level deep into her belly, hurting her terribly. Three times at the end of rounds, instead of sitting 
on her stool, Ludmilla laid her sore stomach on the stool while she vomited up bile and blood from the 
intense pain. 
Ludmilla tried to unload punches in the first round, but Alia was far too fast and was able to block or 
dodge every one while keeping herself in range to do damage. It didn't take long for Ludmilla's blows, 
the ones she had used to dispatch previous opponents, to lose all of their force, and Alia was free to 
continue her onslaught unabated. 
At one point in the third round, Alia stood in the middle of the ring with gloves on her hips, displaying 
her naked and wide-open body and daring Ludmilla to hit her. Most of the fading champ's strength was 
gone, but she summoned up all her will and hit Alia in the abdomen with a left-right combination. Alia 
never flinched, barely felt the punch. Ludmilla then began hitting Alia's crotch over and over with her 
own uppercuts, and Alia's only reactions ' other than watching her pussy juices fly with each punch ' 
was to at first smile at Ludmilla's inability to hurt her, and then to moan as the punches brought her to 
another orgasm. 
"She is like a piece of iron," Ludmilla told her confused corner when she flopped back on her stool after 
the third round. "I don't understand ' by this time, my opponents are devastated, cowering in a corner 
and begging for mercy. This one, this little brunette ' " 
The onslaught continued over rounds four and five, with all of Ludmilla's punches either sailing over a 
ducking Alia and leaving her open for untold body abuse, or bouncing harmlessly off Alia's supple body. 
Either way, Alia was counter-punching Ludmilla at will, but each time it appeared that Ludmilla was 
about to go down ' or give up ' Alia would clinch her into the ropes, keeping her upright and not 
allowing her to end the fight before the soon-to-be new champion was ready. 
When Alia left her corner for the sixth round ' after hotly rubbing her between-the-legs volcano on the 
stool for the entire break between rounds ' she walked across the ring and stood in front of Ludmilla, 
who was leaning on her corner ropes unable to focus, let alone defend herself. She looked like death 
standing. 
"Still think I'm a cunt," Alia said as she pounded Ludmilla's guts yet again. "Still think I'm just a pretty 
thing that can't fight," she said as her left hook bounced off the side of Ludmilla's blood-covered head. 
"You're too old, slow and fat, bitch," she said as her straight right hand crushed Ludmilla's jaw, splitting 
her brutally-swollen lips once again and knocking what few teeth she still had flying out of the ring. 
The entire sixth round was conducted in Ludmilla's corner as Alia continued to drill the European with 
hard lefts and rights, alternating between her disfigured face and a body that was past red and bruised 
and was showing obvious signs of severe internal bleeding. Such was the damage that Anna's fists were 
doing. 
When the bell rang to end the seventh, all Ludmilla's corner needed to do was place the stool on the 
canvas ' since Ludmilla had never moved after standing to start the round. For a few seconds, Alia 
stood over Ludmilla, and now things were totally reversed from the fight's beginning. Now it was Alia 
who appeared bigger and stronger, as her gloves hung at her sides, inches away from inflicting more 
damage and framing her white-hot pussy that was roaring with the thrill of cruelly dominating an 
opponent. 
As she walked away, showing her perfect backside to Ludmilla's corner, the European began to weep. 
"I'm quitting," she told her corner. "I cannot take any more ' I have never felt such pain. She is too 
good, too strong, too fast, too ' young ' I don't know what she will do to me if I don't stop now." 
"You CANNOT quit," her corner yelled. "It would be an embarrassment to your country, to all of us, to 
quit against this little American girl. All you have to do is land one punch and she will fold up. Just look at 
her." 
Her corner was obviously looking through hope-colored glasses. Alia was still as fresh as when she 
started ' maybe even more so. Hurting badly and dominating an opponent was her biggest thrill, and 
always gave her an adrenaline rush. That's why her punches were just as brutal later in fights as the first 
ones she threw, and had more effect as her foes wore down. 
Somehow, Ludmilla's corner got her up for the eighth round, and what followed were two more rounds 
of torture courtesy of Alia's fists. At one point she was a monotone, banging Ludmilla's badly-injured 
abdomen with alternating lefts and rights that almost appeared set to music ' one, two, BANG, one, 
two, BANG, one, two, BANG, as her hands buried deep into Ludmilla's gut. 
When Ludmilla tried to go down, Alia grabbed her and hung her arms over the corner ropes, making a 
human turnbuckle. Alia would hit her a few times, and then dance back, waving her arms over her head 
to show the crowd how much she was in control. Ludmilla would just hang there, not able to even 
untangle her useless arms from the ropes, and wait for the beating to resume. 
"Who's the champ," Alia screamed as she jabbed a visionless face, Ludmilla's eyes long since swollen 
shut. "You have never even imagined anyone as good as me! I'm going to make sure you never waste my 
time again, you fat cunt!" 
While Ludmilla hung on the ropes, Alia stripped off her left glove and rammed her fist up the European's 
wet and stinky pussy, fisting her cruelly while continuing to punch Ludmilla's red gut with her right hand. 
It almost felt like her two fists were meeting and Ludmilla's insides just happened to be in the way, and 
Alia felt the mixture of blood and cunt juice coating her hand as she twisted it around inside Ludmilla's 
mound. 
She removed her hand, but only momentarily before ramming it in again, and started rhythmically fist-
fucking her adversarial pussy. The steady and audible "squish, squish, squish" made ringside fans blush 
and made Alia soak herself all over again. When she removed her fist for good, she rubbed it in 
Ludmilla's face and demanded that the European lick it clean, which she did as much as possible in her 
semi-conscious state. 
After the ninth round, Ludmilla's corner crew had to drag her spread-eagled by the arms, and Alia had 
another twinge of excitement as she watched. With this being the final round, Alia knew it was time for 
one more moment of dominance. 
When the two met at mid-ring ' Ludmilla's corner had to shove her in the right direction since her vision 
and her will was gone ' Alia grabbed her in a clinch and whispered in her ear. 
"You only think you're in pain now," she said. "You may not survive these last three minutes ' I may 
decide to kill you right here. If you do live, I want you to remember that if I ever see you around my ring 
again, or I ever hear that you had one unkind word about me, I will find you and kill you with my fists 
just for my pleasure." 
Alia didn't know if Ludmilla understood what she said, but she got her message across with her fists, 
breaking the clinch and beginning a horrific last-round pounding of the meat bag that used to be a 
human being. Her laces ripped open big gashes on Ludmilla's face and body, and her follow-up punches 
splashed blood all over those watching in horror at ringside. A combination of piss, blood, used-up cum 
and pussy juice ran down Ludmilla's thighs and calves. 
Ludmilla stumbled and fell over the ropes face-first, her head lolling outside the ring and pointing out to 
the crowd as blood flowed in rivers over the table next to the ring. Alia used the opportunity, with 
Ludmilla's back to her, to pound Ludmilla's sides with huge hooks, destroying her kidneys and making 
her cough up blood, and rubbing her snatch against Ludmilla's broad ass ' one of the few body parts Alia 
hadn't abused. 
Just before the final bell would have sounded ' Alia had a highly-functional clock in her mind, and knew 
exactly when to make her final move ' she swung Ludmilla's lifeless body around, yelled "good night, 
comrade," and unleashed a huge left hand, the impact of which caved in the right side of Ludmilla's face 
completely, causing her eyes to roll around as she slammed head-first into the canvas, not moving a 
muscle. That's when the ringside medical personnel came through the ropes, effectively ending the 
fight. 
The pictures the next day showed Alia standing over Ludmilla's beaten body even as doctors tended to 
the beaten ex-champ, raising her gloves in complete victory and radiating a sensual heat that was 
palpable even in photos. 
Alia hurriedly and angrily answered reporter's questions, having more pressing things (specifically, a 
fiery ache in her loins) to take care of. "How dare you people send such a weak opponent into a 
slaughter against me?" she said. "A champion like me deserves better competition than this old worn-
out hag. I'm ready to fight anyone ' anywhere ' right now." 
At that last statement, she spied Ludmilla's corner man ' maybe her Latin lover, Alia thought -- standing 
close by, grabbed him by the arm and hauled him out of the arena and into a waiting limousine. A fitting 
prize, she thought, for her labors, and the two spent the night's remaining hours in wildly passionate 
attacks on each other's body, with Alia not tired at all from 10 rounds of aerobic workout. Instead, she 
was invigorated, and anxious to dominate yet another part of Ludmilla by raping her corner man. 
And again, just like the bout she'd just finished, Alia wanted this to last a long time, too. But she had to 
pace herself ' she would have been waaaaayyyyyy too much for him if she hadn't ' until she had her 
overnight lover's used-up body delivered back to Ludmilla's camp the next morning, his ball sac drained 
and flat. 
She was now a champion, and she figured that she deserved this. Besides, she gave Ludmilla's corner 
man a night of passion for a lifetime, one of which he still tells stories to his comrades. 
Word spread quickly through the boxing community that Alia's talents were even greater than her 
potential foes feared. Few hit harder than her, but what was worse is that opponents rarely saw her 
punches before they landed, such was the speed of her hard and fast hands ' lethal weapons in every 
sense of the word. 
She reigned undisputed on the East Coast, with only the unknowing and the overly-confident being 
foolish enough to enter the ring with her, and all coming out the same way ' horizontal, on a stretcher, 
beaten and broken. Soon Alia had no competition daring enough to face her, and she began to look 
outside her East Coast sphere of operation. 
There was a big, beautiful world out there just waiting for her to dominate, and she figured that heading 
west would be a good place to start. The thoughts of what may lie ahead, past where the sun was 
setting, were enough to make her wet all over again. 
 
CHAPTER THREE 
It was a great party (but, then again, aren't all parties in Las Vegas pretty great?) ' until Anna showed 
her ass and Alia had to take matters into her own powerful hands. 
It seemed like every member of the Vegas boxing world ' and, by extension, the West Coast boxing 
community ' was on hand at the Orleans Casino penthouse. There was nothing in particular to 
celebrate, except for the sport's continued success in bringing top-flight bouts to the "jewel of the 
desert." 
Alia watched the party action closely. It was her first time at one of these gatherings, and she stayed on 
the periphery, picking up information here and there, determining who the power players were and who 
were only hangers-on. Occasionally, she'd strike up a conversation with one of the power brokers. Alia 
always made a great first impression, but tonight ' dressed to kill in a slinky black dress ' was a night to 
lay the groundwork for future fights. 
She'd only been in Vegas for three weeks, having relocated from the Boston area when she ran out of 
East Coast opponents willing to step in the ring and be dominated by her. The New England-area fighters 
saw first-hand what she was capable of doing in her title fight against Ludmilla Drago ' who remained in 
a coma for over three weeks and still hadn't left the hospital ' and hid in the shadows when it came 
time for Alia's first title defense. 
She didn't have any bouts set up out West yet, but her brief conversations with promoters and officials 
at the party produced some excellent prospects. It didn't hurt that Alia made sure to stand close enough 
to give those same promoters a good look at the package, and "accidentally" brushed against each with 
a hand or a thigh. 
Even though she hadn't seen any ring action other than in the gym, she did get the opportunity to watch 
other fighters on the city's frequent professional cards. She attended most of them incognito, wearing a 
hooded shirt and attempting to blend into the background (as much as someone like Alia could). And 
she was less than impressed with what she saw in most of the bouts. 
Alia also couldn't figure out all the fuss over one fighter, a big blonde named Anna something. She had 
seen the big-haired and big-bosomed Anna fight some tomato can with tits in one preliminary bout, and 
it didn't take much for Anna to hammer out a technical-knockout win. 
When the announcer said after the fight that Anna's record had improved to 8-0, Alia was shocked. She 
couldn't imagine this overweight blond winning eight straight against anyone, but the fans in attendance 
were yelling like Anna had just won a world title. 
"It doesn't take much to impress people out here," Alia said under her breath. 
Anna was playing to her growing numbers of fans, teasing them by opening and closing her short-cut 
robe and showing her voluptuous chest encased in a way-too-small white bikini top. A layer of belly fat 
hung over her bikini bottom, and Alia was privately disgusted at the scene ' she always looked down on 
people who didn't honor their own bodies ' even if they couldn't match up to her toned hardness, they 
should at least have some pride, especially if you were a fighter and flaunting yourself in public. 
The fans didn't care. All they saw was blond hair, big tits and big, swaying hips as Anna sashayed around 
the ring, gloves in the air after another easy win. Close behind was Eddie, whose pockets were steadily 
being lined as Anna's success and notoriety grew, and Arlen, whose jeans were stretched to the breaking 
point just from watching Anna dispatch another awful foe. 
Arlen and Anna had gotten married at a Vegas quickie chapel right after Anna's first fight, with Eddie 
giving the bride away. It was part of Anna's plan ' now married, she could dominate Arlen even more 
severely and could take his cock and his cum anytime she wanted. And, Anna thought, other women 
would think twice about seducing Arlen, lest they face her fists. 
Eddie's mind during the wedding wasn't on the nuptials, or on the way-too-tight dress that Anna wore. 
Instead, it was on how he was going to "sell" Anna to the world. He solved that problem by hiring Dan 
Steele, a local sports writer who was once very well known in Vegas boxing circles ' and now one that 
had a problem holding a regular job amid the booze, gambling and picking the wrong women. 
Still, he knew that Dan had the contacts in the media to spread the word about Eddie's newest prot'g', 
and had him kick the public relations machine into high gear. 
The biggest key to generating publicity, besides the fact that Anna's physical appearance was ready-
made for Vegas, was having some measure of success between the ropes. That became Eddie's 
department. 
Anna eventually ran through seven more hand-picked opponents with little trouble. Occasionally, one of 
those foes would almost accidentally dig a punch deep into Anna's soft belly, but she was strong enough 
to wrap her opponent in a virtual bearhug ' her tits effectively muffling a further body assault ' until 
she could fully recover. It was one of the few things she had learned about defense ' the rest of her skill 
level was confined to roundhouse punching. 
Eddie knew this ' knew that Anna was a "club" fighter only. Sure, she could more than hold her own in 
her neighborhood brawls back in Texas, and could handle herself well enough to win those 
"Toughwoman" contests. But she was far from skilled enough to be truly successful on the professional 
level. She had the killer combination of a glass jaw and a powder-puff punch ' at least, as compared to 
the professional elite ' despite her large build. 
Eddie also knew that she was gaining weight ' what used to be an hourglass figure was slowly 
expanding in all directions. And she and Arlen were becoming more ravenous all the time ' Eddie could 
tell that the two had been banging each other hammer and tongs even on nights before a fight. But 
Anna was his meal-ticket. 
That's why he lined her up with opponents barely worthy of a professional license, and on occasion 
would slip some side cash to their trainers to get them to slack off on their own fighters' preparations. 
Once, against an opponent who might have had a chance to snap Anna's streak, Eddie slipped the boxer 
herself a few hundred, and ironically she showed little defense as Anna pounded her to an early 
knockout. 
Anna didn't know and didn't realize what was happening ' in fact, she actually thought she was a 
prodigy, a chosen one, one destined for boxing greatness, and Dan's ability to get her name and photo in 
the papers only fueled her delusion. And that attitude came through big-time in her post-bout 
celebration on the night that Alia was in the audience. 
Alia was almost sickened by the brazen display, but she quickly realized that, if this was among the best 
that the West Coast could offer, she could dominate here just like she had back home. Then the whole 
country would be hers ' chances to impose her will from coast to coast, to humiliate her opponents and 
dominate their male partners unburdened by geography. 
The most brutally dominant fighter as far as she could imagine ' the thought alone was enough to make 
her soaking wet, and she was stroking her throbbing crotch all the way back to her hotel. When she 
arrived there ' and before she used her heavy-duty vibrator to induce a thunderous orgasm ' she found 
a party invitation slipped under her door. It was for the next night, and at the time Alia didn't realize that 
her attendance would change her life in a big way. 
+++++++ 
The energy level at the Orleans Hotel and at the party were both at a high level before Anna showed up 
with Arlen, Eddie and Dan in tow. Eddie insisted that Anna wear something that would catch the eye of 
the Vegas boxing crowd, and Anna obliged with a white satin number that left nothing to the 
imagination ' including her out-of-shape belly and her too-prominent hips. She looked more like a Vegas 
streetwalker than a fighter, but Eddie and Arlen didn't care because Anna's best two assets bounced 
around almost unencumbered every time she moved. Dan basically kept his distance and began working 
his many contacts in the room. 
Anna and Arlen had obviously been partying before the party, both already half-drunk and their voices 
at a high volume level, and the party's open bar was their first and most frequent stop. After all, the 
hurricane drinks at the Orleans were legendary. 
Alia was seated at a couch near the bar, talking to a local promoter who was intently interested in her 
words and her taut body. She couldn't help but notice Anna weaving her way back to the bar and tried 
to ignore her, but Anna spotted Alia, and a brief light of recognition swept across her face. 
"Heyyyy, I know you," Anna screamed, stumbling over to the couch while spilling half of her drink. "I 
sawwww your pishhher in a magazeeeen. You're that fightuuur from ' somewhere." 
Alia, disgusted with everything about Anna at that moment, stood up but didn't say anything. She just 
stared daggers. 
"You're suhhpooosed to be real guuuuud," Anna blurted out. "I'm purteee guuuuud, too ' ain't got beat 
yet since I got heeeer." 
That will soon change, Alia thought, but she only said, "I think you've had a little too much to drink ' 
why don't you sit here?" 
"I donnnn't need to sit ' I'm a fighter, and I can hannnnle myself. And I can hannnnle you, cutie," Anna 
said, jabbing a finger into Alia's chest. Alia grabbed her hand firmly, and repeated, "You really should sit 
down and shut up." 
Arlen and Eddie were standing close by and a drunken Arlen started to intervene, but Eddie held him 
back. He had an idea what was about to happen, and it would be golden for building public interest for a 
fight between Anna and whoever this new challenger was. The two stayed on the periphery, watching. 
"You donnnn't tell me to shadddup," Anna said. "I'll fight yooouuu right heeeerrr." She gestured to the 
floor with her hand at that last statement, managing to spill the rest of her drink on Alia. 
Alia responded by pushing the big blond away and staring her down, and Anna came back the only way 
she knew, swinging a looping overhand right aimed at Alia's jaw. Alia's quick reactions would have been 
easily enough to make Anna miss under the best circumstances, but in Anna's inebriated state her punch 
looked to be in almost slow-motion to the crowd that had gathered around the two. 
Alia easily ducked under the punch, and out of instinct lashed out with two uppercuts directly into 
Anna's soft belly. Anna crashed to the floor like a rag doll, losing control of body functions ' and losing a 
river of Arlen's cum that she'd milked from his cock just before they left for the party. Arlen's seed 
quickly soaked through Anna's tight dress both front and back, and photographers jostled to get pictures 
of the big blond out cold on the floor. 
Alia decided it was time to beat a hasty retreat, but in a moment of inspiration ' and horniness, since 
she hadn't had a man to dominate and control for a few days ' she grabbed Arlen's arm in a death-lock 
and headed toward the door. 
Nobody stood in her way ' in fact, most of the partygoers were only momentarily stunned by the two 
women's quick altercation, and were well on their way back to partying. The only person near the door 
was Dan, who only smiled broadly when he caught Alia's eye as she and Arlen swept by. Alia didn't know 
who he was, but she was struck by what she thought was a look of ' understanding, maybe? ' on Dan's 
face. 
It took only minutes for a cab to zip Alia and Arlen back to her hotel, but Alia had already straddled Arlen 
in the back seat, had freed Arlen's impressive cock from his pants and underwear and was sucking it 
hungrily, taking the first of his many orgasms that night, almost stealing it as she drained his now-
throbbing member. 
The elevator ride to her room seemed to last an eternity, even though Alia had Arlen pushed against the 
wall and had his cock vise-gripped between her thighs. As soon as they reached the room, Alia stripped 
Arlen naked, leaped out of her own dress and literally threw Arlen onto the oversize bed. 
The next few hours were intense beyond belief. Alia alternated between riding Arlen unmercifully, 
screaming in lust and ecstasy as Arlen's cock plunged deeper into her throbbing pussy than any partner 
she could remember ' then bouncing off and roughly punching his stiff member with lefts and rights 
that slowly built in intensity ' following up with a rugged hand job and going down on him once again 
just before another thunderous cum shot ' and eventually grinding her on-fire pussy into Arlen's face 
and mouth and demanding that he tongue her until she shuddered with delight. 
Eventually she dragged Arlen on top of her, grapevined his legs and did most of the pounding as her 
thrusts sent Arlen's cock deep inside her. As she spasmed with another juicy orgasm, she rammed a 
finger into Arlen's ass and instantly released another load of cum from Arlen. 
She dominated Arlen with every ability she possessed, and Arlen's cock remained a stiff sword, giving 
Alia more and more opportunities to satisfy herself. She couldn't remember a man who could keep up 
with her at this level of excitement, and her pleasure reached new heights. But she also wanted to send 
Arlen back to Anna flaccid and limp, worn out from their thunderous tryst ' and besides, her dominant 
side and her competitive nature made sure she wore out her partner before he wore her down. 
That didn't happen for a long time. Every time it appeared Arlen was about to go soft, while Alia was 
licking a pool of cum from his belly, she would begin punching his guts again and Arlen would spring 
back to attention, his bouncing cock inviting Alia's mouth back aboard for another ride and another milk-
white drenching of her rapidly-tiring throat. At the same time, though, her mound was wiping out 
Arlen's facial features, and his tongue was thrusting around inside Alia's pussy ' reinvigorating her all 
over again. 
Eventually, even Arlen's member began to lose its steam amid the sticky, white pool that once had filled 
his ball bag, and Arlen finally passed out after Alia rode him to one last orgasm, just as the sun was rising 
over the Vegas strip. 
Alia summoned up all her energy, helped the worn-out Arlen to the elevator and through the lobby, and 
loaded him into a cab. She had checked his wallet and found his hotel room key, and gave the driver 
orders to get him to his hotel and make sure he went directly to his room. Even in her exhausted state, 
Alia knew the sight of Arlen would drive Anna insane ' which is exactly what she wanted. 
+++++ 
Eddie and Dan each had an arm swung around their shoulders, and they were walking the unconscious 
Anna back to her hotel room. The party had effectively ended for her when Alia drilled those two 
punches under her ribcage, forcing her to vomit up much of her imbibed alcohol and forcing the juices 
of Arlen's pre-party orgasm out of her pussy. Both bodily fluids fouled her dress, and she was an ugly 
sight as Eddie and Dan slowly got her inside. 
The two literally dragged her to the bed, stripped her (both thinking simultaneously, damn, she's got 
some great tits, too bad the rest of her body doesn't measure up to those), covered her with a blanket 
and let her sleep off her drunken and painful state. 
Dan wasn't sure of his next step, but Eddie certainly was. Right after all of the party's unexpected 
commotion, he asked around and found out Alia's identity ' only then realizing that the East Coast's 
premier fighter had just laid out his prot'g' with only two punches. Instead of being upset, Eddie saw 
opportunity. 
"We're going to stage the biggest women's fight in history," Eddie told Dan. "We get the two of them 
together ' with the attention and the fans that Anna's built up, and what that other little bitch did back 
East ' both of them being real lookers ' and after what happened tonight? The people will eat it up." 
"I'm not really sure that Anna's ready for this," Dan said. "She hasn't fought a lot of really good boxers 
yet, and this one's obviously really good ' you heard what people were saying about her last East Coast 
fight before she came out here?" 
"I'll take care of all that," Eddie said. "There are ways to even up those kind of odds." 
Dan didn't like the sound of that. 
A few hours later, Anna began stirring. She couldn't remember much after arriving at the party, but the 
throbbing pain in her belly told her something had happened. She was still trying to figure out exactly 
what when Arlen came staggering into the room, clothes barely on and looking like he'd been through 
his own championship bout ' and, in actuality, he had. 
Knowing better than to try to lie to Anna as she sat on her bed, Arlen fessed up as to his whereabouts 
over the last few hours, and Anna was speechless. Eddie shut the door between the bedroom and the 
rest of the suite before the shouting started, and picked up the phone to place one of the most 
important calls of his life. 
A sleepy-sounding female voice answered on the other end. 
"Is this Alia," Eddie asked. 
"Yes ' who is this," came her response. 
"Alia, my name is Eddie Hopkins," he said, "and I am about to make you a very rich and famous woman."
CHAPTER FOUR 
While driving down the parking lot that is the Las Vegas Strip, Dan Steele contemplated where he'd be 
one week from now. 
With the bout he helped make into a mega-event only five days away, and not knowing his job status 
after Saturday's fight, he wondered what journey life had planned for him next. 
He'd been working for Eddie for the last 18 months in public relations, helping publicize and promote 
Anna's boxing career ' and by extension, this bout. And he'd done a good job, he thought ' he was a 
key in turning a hick girl from Texas into one of the West Coast's most recognizable faces and bodies. 
Now, though, with the biggest night of her career rapidly approaching, and with his growing sense that 
Anna didn't stand a chance on Saturday, he figured his employ with Eddie was about to end. 
He knew too much about Eddie's payouts to trainers and other fighters to keep Anna's perfect record 
intact. He didn't agree with it, but he figured it was just part of the game and he was just one of the 
game's players. 
He also knew too much about a plot from those in Anna's camp to "even up the odds" before their fight 
' a plan that would bring physical harm to Alia, and that made him very upset -- and he had concerns 
about how far Eddie, Anna and Arlen were willing to go in order to win. 
Right at this second, though, he wasn't as worried about that. He was heading over to Alia's camp, 
maybe even catch a glimpse of her, and that would be a good thing today ' the highlight of his day, for 
sure. 
Dan and Alia were the most casual of acquaintances. They met briefly at the press conference 
announcing the fight, and they had chatted only briefly at two other press gatherings that he set up to 
promote the bout. But he had been immediately smitten with Alia at first glance, that one coming at the 
front door of the Orleans Hotel after Alia had laid Anna to waste at the now-infamous party and had 
man-napped Arlen. He watched them race by and remembered smiling, both at Alia's pretty face and 
the fact that Alia had just embarrassed a client that he had steadily lost respect for over the past few 
months. 
It happened so quickly, but he seemed to recall Alia almost winking at him as she headed out the door ' 
the same kind of wink she gave him when they talked at the press conference. 
Alia was so different from Anna that a comparison was almost laughable. He had come to know how 
Anna ticked during those last 18 months, and knew she was little more than big hair and boobs, flashy 
and without substance. Of course, he would never say this to Eddie, Anna or Arlen, since they were 
caught up in all the hype. 
Alia was ' earthy. Plenty attractive, but hers was the kind of attractiveness that built from confidence, 
and she had a presence that was hard to describe. She could dominate a room, or any of the individuals 
in that room whether they be male or female, but chose not to do that unless it was necessary to 
further her goals. 
Any doubts about that were printed right there in color on the poster he was taking to Alia's camp to 
have okayed. Her picture oozed power and sexiness ' it was hard to take a bad picture of Alia, but for 
this one the photographer put her in crimson red gloves, white boxing boots, a short white hooded robe 
and nothing else. The key parts were covered ' after all, these posters were going up all over town ' but 
from the plunge of the neckline, the robe pulled up high on the thigh and the stern expression on her 
face, it was obvious that Alia loved the camera and it loved her back. 
Anna was a different story. With all the weight she'd put on leading up to the fight ' one trainer told her 
it would help her punch harder and not be hurt as much by Alia's punches ' getting a flattering picture 
became a challenge. Dan thought she was rapidly turning into a cow, and half-expected her to start 
mooing in the days leading up to the fight. Finally one was chosen that made her look less bovine than 
the others. 
The posters weren't needed to sell tickets ' the bout had been sold out weeks ago ' but the strategy 
now was to get people into the casino where the fight would be shown on closed circuit. The more 
people in the casino, gambling while they watched the fight, the happier the hotel people were. 
When Dan arrived at Alia's headquarters hotel, he bumped into one of her trainers, who immediately 
invited him inside to her workout area. While the trainers and others looked approvingly at the poster, 
Dan's full attention was on Alia working out in the ring. 
He was mesmerized watching her, and it wasn't just because of the low-cut top and high-cut bottom 
leotards that she favored so much for workouts. He watched the almost feline-like way in which she 
moved, and the way she danced in and out when sparring, moving in to inflict punishment on her 
sparring partners and quickly moving out or range of their counters. He could almost feel her heat, even 
from that distance, and he wondered what it would be like to be inside of that. 
Alia only sparred with men, both because they gave her better competition and because she enjoyed 
watching their reactions when she rubbed against them when they clinched. Unknowing to them, she 
went out of her way to rub her pussy against their legs or crotch, just to see if she could get them hard ' 
which she invariably did. 
For this bout, she had brought in three 220-pound male boxers to simulate the power that she expected 
from Anna, rotating them in and out of sparring rounds to keep them fresh and keep her on her toes. 
She had just finished the last of a 12-round session when she spied Dan near the entrance to the gym, 
and waved him over. 
"Come over to scout out the competition?," she laughed when he walked over, but it was a friendly 
laugh. The two talked for a while as Alia leaned on the ropes and caught her breath from the workout, 
Alia talking about the poster and Dan making small talk as best he could while trying to hide the fact that 
his cock was stiffening. Most women don't look their best while sweaty after a workout, he thought, but 
this one may look her best like this ' probably because she is in her element, in an area and a place she 
can control. 
Dan, of course, had no idea that Alia already had a plan for him, something that would help keep that 
control when it came to the fight. But for now they were just talking, and Alia casually asked what his 
plans were after Saturday's fight. 
"If I said I knew, I'd be lying to you," Dan said. "Things are really up in the air over there ' and it'll be 
even worse if you win Saturday," he added sheepishly. 
Alia smiled. "Well, I hope that happens," she said, "but I'm not happy that you may be out in the street 
when this is over. You know ' we're going to need some help around here after this, to try to keep the 
momentum going, as they say." 
Dan almost melted through the floor at the thought, but recovered enough to say, "Well, my loyalty has 
to lie over there for a few more days, but I do have to think about my future and I have to consider all 
options." 
"Why don't you come back by later on, when you finish up today," Alia said. "We can sit and talk about 
it, figure out how we can mutually benefit each other ' find some common ground, so to speak." 
Dan's first thought was that the common ground he sought was between those strong thighs, but finally 
he stammered out, "Sure ' if I wouldn't be imposing." 
"Of course not. Haven't had a lot of men visit me in the past few days," Alia said, laughing and giving Dan 
a wink that sent his erection raging again. As she walked to the other side of the ring to finish her cool-
down, he watched her back side quiver as only those whose bodies are in perfect shape can, and he 
nearly stumbled as he turned to leave. 
"Everyone really liked the poster," a trainer called out to him as he left the gym, but Dan only smiled and 
hurried away. His pants had become way too tight, and the trainers knew it ' and so did Alia. 
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A message at the desk directed Dan to a suite number, and when he knocked on the door Alia answered 
in a matter of only a couple of seconds. 
He had finished his appointed rounds, had taken care of the poster printing and a few other details, so 
his time was his own. He figured that some other members of Alia's group would be in the suite with 
them, talking about the future, but he quickly realized that she was alone. 
She'd showered and was wearing a robe, not unlike the one in her poster picture that left most of a 
strong pair of thighs exposed. Her hair was still damp and tousled but not unattractive, giving her the 
look of a dark-hared lioness. 
She fixed him a drink ("none for me this close to the fight ' dulls the senses, you know," she said) and 
they made small talk about how Dan's talents could be an asset to her group. 
Eventually, the talk turned to the fight, and Alia asked ' only partially in jest ', "What are they cooking 
up over there for me?" 
Dan didn't say much, but he noticed Alia leaning in on the couch they shared and nonchalantly 
spreading the top part of the robe. 
"You sure you don't want to give me just a little hint," she said as she moved one foot over to rub 
against Dan's leg, a foot that eventually worked its way up to his crotch. "You know I'd be very grateful 
for anything you could tell me '. VERY grateful." 
Dan wasn't sure how to react, but his cock was definitely sure. He hemmed and hawed that he didn't 
have that kind of information, and was still talking when Alia slid over and straddled him on the couch. 
She then pulled the drawstring on her robe, allowing it to open fully in the front and expose her full 
naked body to Dan's shocked eyes. 
"I can be very good to those who help me," Alia said as she began grinding her exposed and fully-wet 
pussy on Dan's crotch. "And I can also be very bad. It's up to you." 
It took Dan only seconds to shed his shoes, pants and shirt, and Alia immediately took him inside her 
and wrapped her thighs around his buttocks, clamping him firmly as she began a series of slow thrusts. 
Dan bear-hugged her, picked her up and somehow made it to the large bed at the other end of the 
suite, where he collapsed on his back, and Alia quickly pinned him there and began riding up and down 
his engorged cock. 
Dan had a thunderous orgasm almost immediately, but Alia was only just getting started. Her strong 
vaginal muscles quickly massaged him hard again, and those same muscles clamped hard on Dan's cock 
in a vise grip. 
Dan had never experienced anything like this before ' and had a sense of fear. He didn't know whether 
he could push Alia away if he wanted to, and she had worked his member into a position where he was 
completely at her mercy, the ripples of her vaginal muscles alternately squeezing and releasing, milking 
him. 
So this is what it's like to be raped, Dan thought. 
"Now are you ready to tell me what's going on," Alia said as she continued her assault on his cock. "I 
know something is ' I've heard too many rumors ' and you're going to tell me eventually." 
Dan did not doubt that at all, and he chose not to imagine what would happen if he didn't talk. 
Eventually, he told her everything ' how Arlen had rounded up some of his Texas cronies to attack Alia 
on the way to the weigh-in one day before the bout, use pipes as clubs to break her fingers and hands. If 
the injuries limited her punching, that was the best scenario ' but if she had to pull out of the fight 
completely, Anna and her team would brag to all that would listen about how the champ had gotten 
cold feet and was scared to face a woman like Anna in the ring. 
Alia took it all in, just as she had taken in Dan's cock, and slowly released her grip on his now-shrinking 
member. But she remained astride him, his cum leaking out in a torrent. 
"I'm so sorry," Dan said. "I heard them talking about doing something, and I couldn't believe they would 
sink that low. But apparently there is no level they won't sink to in order to win." 
"That's okay, dearie. I know you weren't involved, and I'm just glad you told me," she said, as she slipped 
her hand down between Dan's legs and quickly brought him back to life. This time, when she slid his 
manhood inside her, it wasn't to force out more information. It was more to satisfy her desires one 
more time ' and, for once, his desires, too. She felt something different about him, the way he looked 
up at her and watched her eyes instead of gaping at her body, the way he held her without groping her, 
something that made her feel almost ' tender. It was different from any sex she'd had in a long, long 
time. 
She let Dan flip her over and put her in a vulnerable position, a vulnerability she hadn't shared with any 
other sex toys/pseudo-lovers. Her body remained taut but receptive, and instead of the violent banging 
of bodies, it was slow and ever so satisfying. 
Afterward, Dan and Alia held each other for a while, without speaking. Finally, she said, "I am so happy 
that you trusted me enough to tell me the truth. Now I can be ready ' and I think I can turn this around 
to my ' our advantage. 
"But I need your help ' I need you not to say anything about our meeting, about how I know their plan, 
keep them thinking I don't expect anything. Can you do that ' for me?" 
At this point, Dan didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or roll Alia over and feel her warmth around his 
member all over again. Instead, he said, "I'll do that ' for you. Is there anything else I can do?" 
 
CHAPTER FIVE  
 
The images on the screen didn't lie, and Anna knew exactly what they meant. 
Here it was, two days before she was to make up half of the biggest match in women's boxing history, 
and she finally decided to get Eddie off her back and watch a videotape of Alia's most recent fight. She 
didn't figure to get much out of it ' watching other people box bored her ' but at least she could tell 
Eddie she watched it. 
She saw a fit and fired-up Alia slip naked through the ropes to face some European with spiked hair, and 
at first she was more interested in the two naked bodies than the boxing action. "I'm in better shape 
than that spike-hair bitch," Anna said to herself. 
What she watched over the next 30 minutes made her stomach turn, and unleashed an emotion she'd 
rarely ever known ' fear. 
She watched Alia take the much-larger European apart for 10 rounds, and it was obvious she was 
stretching the bout out past what would have been necessary just to inflict more punishment. She 
watched Alia turn her opponent into a meat bag with skin, one that had to be taken from the ring on a 
stretcher, unconscious. 
But more than anything, she watched one moment in the third round, when Alia stood and let the 
European punch her. Over and over, the bigger woman hit her with full-force punches right in her 
crotch, and Alia stood there and laughed. Anna played it over and over, unbelieving. 
"She had to be wearing something, some kind of guard," she thought. "Nobody could take that." 
After watching the end of that bout, she turned off the bedroom VCR and went to find Eddie, who 
happened to be sitting in the suite just outside. Anna was white as a sheet. 
"I'm ' I'm not real sure ' I don't think I can beat her," Anna said to him. "She's too good." 
Eddie looked up from his paper, where he was reading another story about the bout that Dan had been 
able to place. 
"Yes, you can beat her," Eddie said. "You're much bigger than she is and you know you can punch. You 
just get your head right, and don't worry. I've got a few things up my sleeve that will make sure you're 
the one still standing with your hand raised Saturday night." 
Anna didn't know what to make of that, and Eddie could see from her face that she was confused and 
worried. So Eddie told her the whole plan. 
The weigh-in was scheduled for the next day, on Friday morning. Since this was a "grudge" match and 
weight classes weren't involved, the procedure was pretty much meaningless. But having a weigh-in was 
a tried-and-true boxing tradition, and gave the boxing media that was arriving from all over the country 
one more chance to see the two fighters -- a couple of lookers in very little clothing -- and get their final 
comments. 
What Eddie and only a select circle of people knew was that Alia was going to be slightly detained on the 
way to the weigh-in. He'd called back to Texas, rounding up some of Arlen's cronies, and they were 
going to grab Alia and her handlers as they left their hotel. Their weapons were metal pipes, and their 
targets were Alia's hands ' they would use the pipes to break some of her fingers and maybe a knuckle 
or two. 
The idea was to hurt her just badly enough to make it impossible to punch Anna with any effectiveness, 
but not enough to make her have to pull out of the fight at the last minute. Eddie figured that Alia's 
seething rage at Anna would push her to go ahead and fight even while injured ' and even if she 
couldn't, her hands hurting too badly, Anna and Dan would be able to turn public opinion to their side, 
claiming that the champ had a crisis of confidence as the fight got close and was too scared to take on 
their blond-bomber Anna. 
Anna looked overwhelmed by it all, but she trusted Eddie and soon was openly excited about the 
prospects of facing a top opponent whose hands hurt so bad she couldn't hurt her. Besides, she heard 
Arlen stirring around in the bedroom ' Anna's face-sitting had knocked him out cold, leaving her time on 
her own to watch the tape -- and now she needed a dose of confidence that she could only get by 
thoroughly dominating her partner once again. 
She hadn't had that opportunity for over a week in the not-too-distant past. After Arlen's night with Alia, 
he defined the term "pussy-whipped." He couldn't get it up for almost 10 days, no matter what Anna 
tried ' hand jobs, blow jobs, anal probes with all sorts of sex toys, even allowing Arlen to assume the 
dominant role with Anna tied to the bed and helpless. Nothing worked until the bruises that Arlen had 
on his groin and face ' both compliments of an Alia pussy that hit almost as hard and fast as her fists ' 
finally healed. 
Time to hop aboard and ride some cock, Anna thought. Still got some catching up to do. No need to 
worry about the rest. Eddie had everything under control. 
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There was no shortage of confidence in Alia's camp. She was in better shape physically and fighting-wise 
than she'd ever been, thanks to a training regimen aided by the move West to a drier climate, and to the 
talented and larger sparring partners she'd brought in specifically to help her prepare for Anna. Anna's 
only pluses ' which she felt she could easily neutralize ' were in pure size and punching power, and Alia 
wasn't exactly a light hitter and could dance circles around her big-busted, big-hipped, big-everything 
foe. 
She had worked up a huge anger toward Anna, bordering on obsession. She wanted to make an example 
of her ' slice her face to ribbons with her rule-bending talents at raking her glove laces across sensitive 
areas of her opponent's body, beating her already-huge breasts until they're so red and swollen that the 
skin threatens to crack open, pounding her sides and under her ribcage to the point that her kidneys fail 
and urine runs down both legs. 
She'd already proven that she could beat her so hard that Arlen's cum would pour out of her pussy and 
ass ' and that only took two punches at the party. Now, she wanted to inflict that kind of punishment 
for an entire fight, make her last dominant performance against Ludmilla look tame by comparison, and 
wreck her completely for 12 rounds. To that effect, last night she had made a clandestine visit to the 
referee that had been appointed by the local commission to work the fight ' and left him panting and 
nearly unconscious from their lovemaking, having sexually coaxed a promise that nothing, absolutely 
nothing, would cause him to step in and stop the fight early. 
And now that Alia knew the details of the Anna-Arlen-Eddie plan to incapacitate her ' details she had 
muscle-fucked out of Dan, whom she almost felt sorry for since he was obviously disgusted by those 
actions but was powerless to stop ' she had formulated her own scenario to deal with the situation, and 
had everything in place when she left her hotel room early Friday morning, robe covering an incredibly 
sexy bikini she'd saved just for the weigh-in. 
Arlen's cronies were downstairs in position, hiding in the parking garage, pipes in hand and ready to do 
damage. 
What Arlen's goons didn't know was that Alia had people in position, too. She'd made some calls to 
friends back East, inviting them out for the fight and asking if they could get into Vegas a couple of days 
early to help her take care of a "situation." Instead of pipes, they had guns ' they didn't figure to need 
them, but a show of force was necessary so that nobody would mistake their intentions. 
Arlen and his group stepped from the shadows and quickly surrounded Alia and her trainer and 
cornermen, weapons in hand. They were ready to do damage, but couldn't understand why Alia and her 
entourage weren't frightened out of their wits. At that moment, Arlen's cronies found themselves 
surrounded and doubled-up by a dozen tough-looking guys that would have looked at home at a Mafia-
hosted Italian dinner. 
They used their gun butts from behind to force Arlen's men to their knees ' except for Arlen, who had a 
stupid expression on his face as Alia walked over. 
"Coming to visit me again, I guess?," Alia said. "What, you didn't get enough of me last time you were 
here ' well, I can take care of that." 
Alia pushed Arlen against a ledge face-first, quickly jerked his drawstring pants and shorts down to his 
ankles (Arlen had worn those most of the last two weeks ' since Anna needed sex so often, it was just 
easier) and bent him over to expose his white ass. She then pulled a huge 18-inch black dildo from her 
carry bag (she had been prepared for this, after all) and slowly strapped it on as Arlen and his men 
looked on in horror. It was absolutely the largest cock any of them had ever seen. But with guns trained 
on them, courtesy of Alia's East Coast friends, there was little else they could do but sit and watch. 
"Does Anna ever rape you?," Alia asked as she bent over and began licking Arlen's anus. "Does she ever 
violate you after you've said no," she said as she inserted a finger that made Arlen's cock come to 
attention immediately. "Does she ever pound on you like this," she said as she began penetrating Arlen's 
anus with her mammoth lovemaker. It didn't take long before Alia was beating Arlen's ass with a steady 
rhythm of thrusts, and the audible "squish" sound that accompanied each of Alia's cock bangs sent fear 
through Arlen's troops. 
The steady "bang ' bang ' bang" had an unexpected side effect as Alia had a quick flush of orgasm at 
the same time Arlen exploded again, this time shooting out a combination of cum and blood. She leaned 
down to Arlen's ear, her breasts rubbing against Arlen's back and reminding both of their tryst from four 
weeks ago. 
"You are going to tell Anna and Eddie that your guys took care of business," she whispered. "You're 
going to make sure that all your guys tell everyone they see that they busted me up pretty good. You got 
that? Or I will come and find you." 
When she finished that threat, she turned to the rest of the group, her rubber cock appendage damp 
and still curving upwards, ready for more. 
"You're all going to do as Arlen tells you," she said to his cronies. "Unless anyone else want to take a 
shot at me ' I promise you won't forget it." 
Arlen's buddies scattered like rats, heading back to the shadows. Alia's group left Arlen spread-eagled 
over the ledge (Alia noticed that Arlen's cock was still solid wood ' God, how does he keep it up like 
that, she thought) and headed out for the weigh-in. 
On the way there, Alia's trainer wrapped heavy bandages around her hands ' part of their ploy to make 
Anna and Eddie believe their plan had worked. Alia also messed her hair and rubbed dirt on several 
spots of her robe and her exposed body parts, to further enhance the deception. 
The activity was already at a frenzied pace when Alia's group walked into the ballroom at the MGM 
Grand, the site of the weigh-in. Anna and Eddie were playing to the assembled media, Anna wearing a 
sheer white bikini, her aeroli not hidden at all and her nipples protruding out of her 44DD's like gun 
barrels. Every time someone would ask her a question, she'd giggle and bounce a little, and none of the 
reporters paid any attention to her answers. 
When Alia walked in, all attention turned to her ' especially Anna and Eddie. They quickly saw her 
disheveled appearance and the wraps on her hands, and both uttered a giggle of delight under their 
breath. It was perfect ' her hands were injured, but apparently not badly enough for her to try to make 
a fight of it. 
Anna's thoughts of what she could do to an opponent who had hands like marshmallows ' one who 
couldn't hurt her for fear of hurting herself worse ' made her wet all over again, and the tiny bikini brief 
did less to hide that than the layer of fat that strained at the elastic. 
Alia never stopped walking when she entered the room, going straight to the scale, which she tipped at 
144 pounds ' a couple of pounds heavier than her last bout with Ludmilla. She had stripped her robe 
before stepping on the scale, and it was hard to tell which drew the most notice ' her chiseled body so 
stunningly displayed in a black bikini, or the marks on her body and robe and the wraps on her hands. 
Reporters screamed questions about those bandages, but Alia quickly left, covering up with her hooded 
robe and not even acknowledging Anna's entourage while ignoring their taunts. 
"You SCARED?," Anna yelled. "You finally figured out that I'm going to beat your little ass ' going to beat 
you down so bad that you won't be able to find your way home ' come back here and I'll punch you out 
right here!" The reporters were eating it up, and Eddie could hardly restrain his glee. 
The only thing that slowed Alia's hasty exit was seeing Dan at the door of the room, where he had been 
dispensing some last-minute notes to the media. As she walked past, she hesitated, and once she was 
certain that nobody else could see, she gave him a smile and another wink before rushing out. 
Dan didn't understand at first, but a few seconds later he figured it out ' and, fortunately for Alia, the 
screams and jeers from Anna's supporters drowned out Dan's laughter. He knew what was happening, 
what was going to happen tomorrow night, and it made him feel happier than he had been in days ' not 
as happy as the last time he saw and was with Alia, but still really, really happy. He couldn't wait for 
tomorrow night. 
The commotion finally died down, and it was Anna's turn at the scale. She bounded on, tits bouncing 
and the cameras catching every bounce of her curvaceous body, and the scale topped out ' it was set 
for a maximum 200 pounds. Officials put another weight on the pendulum, and the scale finally stopped 
at 215 pounds. 
Anna would outweigh her opponent tomorrow night by over 70 pounds! The questions came to Anna 
non-stop ' how will you use your size against your opponent, do you think it's fair that you have such an 
advantage, how will your opponent deal with the size difference, etc. 
Anna just kept bragging, talking about how she was going to make Alia pay for embarrassing her four 
weeks earlier. "When she's knocked out, flat on her back on the canvas, that's when I'll make sure she 
feels my entire body on top of her," she said with a teasing look. "You guys will just have to imagine how 
that feels '. mmmmmmm. God, I'm so horny now." 
They ate it up, and why not? Anna was supremely confident. Everything was going as planned, and she 
went off looking for Arlen. They still had more than 24 hours until the fight, and that gave her plenty of 
time to polish his chrome a few more times ' an early victory celebration, to be sure.
CHAPTER SIX 
A fight night in Vegas always draws the celebrity crowd, and tonight was no exception. At a normal fight, 
though, it's the male celebs that grab most of the attention. 
This one was different. Womanhood was front and center, with female celebrities everywhere and 
many of them having young studs in tow. They were anticipating getting off on the sight of two female 
boxers in the main event, pummeling each other's bodies until one was victorious and the other beaten 
on the floor, and quickly being able to take those young studs for all they were worth upstairs in their 
suites. 
If they couldn't beat the rush to the elevator after the fight, there were always the roulette tables to 
throw their boy-toys on and satisfy their lust. And those tables offered the added incentive of the stake 
in the middle of the spinning wheel, an emergency dildo in case their studs suddenly faded. 
The MGM Grand was packed. Eddie's non-stop drum-beating and Dan's publicity machine had done 
their jobs. Not only was the huge arena sold out at sky-high ticket prices, the casino floor was packed 
with people squeezed in to watch the fight on closed-circuit TV. Thousands of people who couldn't 
squeeze inside the doors waited outside, just to catch a glimpse of the celebrities and the fighters. 
Every room in the hotel was also booked at fight-night prices ' four or five times what the same rooms 
would normally bring ' and the combination of full rooms and a full casino was orgasmic for the 
normally-staid hotel owners. 
Orgasms had also been regular occurrences for Anna and Arlen in the 24 hours leading up to the bout ' 
even just before they headed downstairs to the limos that would take them to the MGM Grand. Anna 
was so confident and so certain that their master plan had worked ' that Alia's fists had become 
marshmallows and posed no danger to her ' that she figured a little more extracurricular activity, one 
last screw, couldn't hurt, and would actually get the blood and the juices flowing. 
She wanted those juices ready to go, because she planned much more than a knockout win. She was 
going to physically and mentally destroy Alia, show that she was a much better fighter and a much 
better sexual dominant, and nobody who saw what was about to happen would ever forget it. It would 
be burned into their corneas, indelibly stamped into their brains, the impetus for sexual gymnastics for 
decades to come. 
As she would find out in the next few hours, she was right ' but nowhere nearly as she expected. 
She joined Arlen and Eddie in the limo (Dan had sent a message that he had some details to take care of, 
and would rendezvous with them at some point at the arena). The ride there was a short one, and Anna 
got more and more excited as the limo neared the arena and pulled in front of the hotel, and the 
outside crowd crammed around them and pushed against the doors. It made it difficult, but Arlen and 
Eddie were finally able to push a door open and scramble out to clear room for Anna. 
When she stepped out of the limo, though, the crowd again surged forward, pushing her male handlers 
out of the way and pushing the limo door shut ' with Anna's right hand trapped in between. She 
screamed in pain, and it was all that Arlen could do to pry the door open enough to pull her hand out. 
They hustled inside, Anna covered with a robe and security covering all sides as they ran down a corridor 
to the arena locker rooms. Once inside, they looked at Anna's now-bloody right hand and went into 
near-panic. "Does this hurt ' how about here ' here?," Eddie said as he poked and prodded between 
Anna's knuckles and fingers. 
Her wrist was still throbbing but the pain began to subside, and Anna insisted she was all right. "Just let 
me run some cold water on it before we wrap," she said as she headed to the bathroom. 
Eddie and Arlen exchanged worried glances, but there wasn't much they could do. Besides, they were 
certain that both of Alia's hands were in a lot worse shape than Anna's right, and if she had to 
administer a beating to the little bitch with mostly her left hand, so be it. 
Anna returned, looking much less worried ' and looking much better in their eyes since she'd changed 
into her high-cut pink "foxy boxing" trunks with "Everlast" on the expansive elastic waist band (the 
significance of the word Everlast displayed inches above Anna's pussy wasn't lost on either of the men). 
The sheer pink satin and the big elastic band stretched way too tight across Anna's ample middle and 
were also cut as low as decently possible, making her belly hang over to nearly cover up the name 
brand, and also rode up high to expose the layers of cellulite that congregated on her thighs. Just like 
over the past four weeks, no one seemed concerned about Anna's lack of muscle tone, especially in her 
gut, and a big meal earlier in the day ("you need a lot of protein," the nutritionally-challenged Eddie 
said) only emphasized the layer of fat. 
The short trunks weren't the only tight part of her fight outfit, as the matching pink sports bra strained 
to keep Anna's bulbous chest in tow. She also had matching 8-ounce pink gloves and pink shoes, and 
was covered in a pink-and-white too-short robe that showed too much of her strong but flabby thighs, 
completing a look more street-walker than athlete. But she thought she looked fantastic. 
When her hands were taped and the gloves were on, she only warmed up for a couple of minutes 
before the knock at the door signaled her time to enter the arena. She would enter first, since she held 
no actual title, but she knew that the crowd would give her the biggest welcome. 
"Time to make some cunt suffer," she said as she followed Eddie and Arlen out of the dressing room 
door. And she couldn't resist reaching around Arlen's waist with one of her gloves, stroking his crotch 
and feeling it harden instantly ' just because she could. 
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Alia and her trainer had arrived at the arena hours before Anna's entourage made its troubled entrance. 
She wanted the solitude, for one, but she also wanted to make sure that there would be no other 
monkey-business, no other attempts to incapacitate her. She'd kept her East Coast buddies nearby, just 
in case, and they all had seats near the ring. The sight of a full row of Mafia-looking dudes in pin-stripe 
suits would make any would-be troublemakers think twice. 
She also wanted to get inside her dressing room before anyone could delay her, and accidentally find 
out that her hands were fine ' better than fine, actually ' they almost twitched with excitement every 
time Alia thought about what she would be doing to Anna in short order. To finish carrying out the 
illusion, though, she had wrapped her hands in heavy Ace bandages for the short trip from her room and 
hotel to the arena, and she made sure that the people already outside the casino (the larger crowd 
wouldn't arrive for a while) got a good look at her bandaged hands. 
Once inside the locker room, though, the bandages came off and Alia was free to finish her mental 
preparation. Her physical preps had been perfect ' her body was at its absolute minimum body-fat, her 
arms and shoulders chiseled and strong, her chest muscles uplifting her perfect breasts, her abs a 
picture of sinew and muscle (few had ever seen a tighter six-pack, especially on a woman), and her legs 
toned, supple and constantly bouncing to relieve the pent-up tension and aggression. 
Her black hair, pulled back into a no-nonsense ponytail, framed dark eyes that seemed to have fire 
inside ' fire that matched the color of Anna's blonde hair and ignited Alia's desires to rid the world of a 
cunt like Anna for good. Her passion had reached a point that she didn't care whether Anna left the ring 
breathing or not when the fight was over ' she only wanted to make sure that everyone, EVERYONE, 
would remember every second of the 12 rounds of agony she planned to inflict on her voluptuous rival. 
She slipped into her bathroom and donned her fighting outfit ' one she would wear at least at the start. 
Don't need underwear tonight, she thought ' it would just get in the way of what she had planned for 
later in the fight. She had chosen to go with black ' Alia knew she looked damned sensational in black ' 
and put on her tight high-cut satin black shorts which also had "Everlast" on the waistband. A tight black 
sports bra accentuated her upper-body development and her black boots were cut just low enough to 
show her strong calves. 
While her trainer was wrapping her hands, Alia reached in her bag and pulled out two sets of brass 
knuckle covers and handed them to him. They exchanged a knowing look, and her trainer prepared to fit 
them to her fists and deftly cover them with tape. It turned her black 8-ounce gloves into a pair of five-
pound punching weapons. She figured she didn't need them to win if everything went according to plan, 
but they would be valuable in the butchering that she planned to unleash on Anna's disgustingly out-of-
shape body. 
The thought of using weighted gloves never failed to get Alia to instant arousal, and she shuddered on 
the padded dressing-room table when each of the brass coverings ' specially fitted to match Alia's 
hands, so well that they fit like well-work gloves ' were placed around her knuckles. She used to use 
horseshoes, pipes or regular brass knuckles to load up her gloves ' the better to issue the delicious 
beatings she so craved ' but the fitted brass kept her own hands from getting hurt ' and she loved how 
they felt ' powerful and erotic at the same time. 
Her trainer knew the reaction that the weights had on Alia, and he had one of her sparring partners 
already kneeling in between the two, beginning to finger Alia's pussy while the tape began its task of 
binding brass to skin. 
Alia tore her black satins off (she had brought extras, just in case), grabbed her sparring partner by the 
back of the head and pushed his face into her fiery mound. He began licking for all he was worth, and 
Alia arched back on the table and began a series of pelvic thrusts, driving the tongue deeper and deeper 
until she erupted with ecstasy. She laid back on the length of the table, a pool of her juices running out, 
and her trainer slowly massaged her lower body and heaving chest until she brought herself back under 
control. 
"You ready?," he asked. 
"I am now," she said. 
Alia returned to the bathroom to clean herself up and don new satin trunks, and took her mind off of 
weighted gloves and orgasms by shadow-boxing in front of a mirror for a few minutes. Damn, I look 
really hot, she thought, but she put those thoughts out of her mind. If she went into the ring with an 
odor of excitement coming from between her legs, it might tip someone off that Arlen and Eddie's plan 
had backfired. She didn't want anyone to know that she was a fully-healthy fighting machine until just 
the right minute, and that minute was quickly approaching as she got her knock on the door. 
Alia donned her shiny hooded black robe, one designed to continue the air of uncertainty about her, and 
followed her trainer out the door. She heard the crowd's wild screaming from well down the hall as 
Anna made her appearance, and all she could do was smile. 
++++ 
It was warm in the MGM Grand arena, warmer than most boxing veterans could remember. But that 
was almost fitting with the hot numbers that made their way through the ropes ' Alia being naturally 
hot and Anna boasting a could-have-been-hot body had it been in some semblance of shape. But most 
fans eyeing Anna saw only big blonde hair, tiny tight clothes and a prodigious rack that were all exposed 
when Arlen pulled off her robe to great fanfare at the end of her introduction. She danced around the 
ring with a broad grin and with all parts jiggling, even those that weren't supposed to. Her right hand 
was still tender and had started to throb while she was bouncing around, but she ignored the mild pain. 
The sight of Anna's pudgy body almost made Alia sick to her stomach, but she never changed expression 
and never took her eyes off her larger adversary while her own introductions were made. When the 
referee called them to the center of the ring for final instructions, Alia still had her robe and hood 
tucked tight and only stared straight ahead ' except for one quick glance at the referee when he was 
finished, just to make silently sure he remembered their agreement. 
Anna extended her hands to touch gloves and Alia did the same ' but Alia drew back and her face 
winced when the gloves hit together. It was a ruse ' one more piece of Alia's deception, and Anna was 
completely taken in, smiling broadly as she backed up to her corner. Alia turned her back as she walked 
to her own corner and trainer, and it was all she could do not to burst into laughter. This is going to be 
such nasty fun, she thought, as she shed her robe and heard those close enough to ringside give an 
audible "oooooo" when they saw her taut and talented body. 
Anna was banging her gloves together, almost in glee, and the "thwack" could be heard even over the 
din of the crowd. Alia merely kept tensing and shrugging her shoulders ' no glove pounding, lest Anna 
suspect something at the last second ' only have to carry out the deception a few more seconds ' oh, 
god, she felt hot as fire '  
"DING ' DING ' DING" 
She may have been at a speed deficit, but Anna came out of her corner for Round 1 quickly, reaching 
mid-ring with hands high and a big grin on her face, waiting on Alia's approach that was slow and 
calculated. But Alia's head was moving, so as not to provide an easy target ' despite everything else, 
Anna could still punch, and there was no need to take chances. 
The two circled for a few seconds before Anna jabbed twice with her left, Alia blocking each with ease as 
she bobbed and moved. Quickly Anna stepped inside with her left foot, cocked back and unloaded a big 
roundhouse right hand aimed squarely at Alia's head. 
Alia instinctively ducked under the punch ' since Anna didn't have great hand speed, it wasn't that 
difficult -- and loaded up to unleash a big left hook right into Anna's jiggling belly. 
WHOOOFFFFF ' her hook landed perfectly, and from Alia's crouch it had plenty of power as it seemed 
to bury into flesh all the way to the rib cage. Anna suddenly had a dumb look on her face and no way to 
get it off since her breath had been taken away, and when she dropped her hands to her body Alia 
pivoted to the right and RIPPED a right cross that caught Anna square on the point of the chin. 
Anna dropped to her hands and knees as if she'd been shot, and a dozen questions flew through her 
mind ' How did I get down here? Why do my ribs and chin hurt? Did I get hit ' couldn't have, nobody 
punches that fast. Did Alia do this? She couldn't have hit that hard ' her hands are busted up. Or they 
were supposed to be ' 
Suddenly the confusion on her face was replaced with a look of horror as her head began to clear, and 
she saw Alia standing over her, breasts heaving and heavy black gloves hanging at her hips, waiting to do 
more damage. Her hands were fine and ready to administer an incredible beating, and Anna knew she 
was Alia's target. 
Anna remembered the video she watched of Alia's destruction of the European fighter in her last bout, 
and remembered the sick feeling in her stomach when she watched that big blond pound Alia's pubic 
area over and over and not even faze her. 
Anna finally rose, her massive breasts bouncing as she stood erect. She wasn't hurt, but she was 
stunned, and the referee had barely begun a count since Alia didn't go to a neutral corner (and because 
he remembered his pact with Alia ' nothing stops this bout). Anna quickly circled away, and Alia ' the 
excitement of her first two punches taking over her body ' flew at her in pursuit. 
That could have been a mistake, since her desires to pound Anna into submission temporarily negated 
her boxing skills, and her hands were low and her head not moving as she closed within range. Anna, 
almost in desperation, suddenly stepped close and threw a right uppercut, one that started at almost 
canvas level, split Alia's gloves and landed flush under her chin. 
Those close to the ring heard two sounds when Anna connected with what would be her only significant 
punch of the fight ' a WHHHHAAAAMMM as Alia's head flew back, followed by the rest of her body as 
she landed on her back near Anna's corner ' and a SNNNNAAAAPPP as several bones in Anna's right 
hand, those fractured by the car door hours earlier, broke clean. 
The ring had a surreal look, and the packed crowd was going nuts. Alia was dazed ' she couldn't 
remember ever being hit so hard ' but quickly recovered and rose to one knee. There she saw Anna, 
down on both knees and clutching her right glove to her ample cleavage, tears running down from both 
eyes and landing on her white gloves. Alia watched as Anna looked past her, to her corner, with a face 
streaked with pain and terror. 
Alia realized what had happened ' she didn't know the backstory of the car door, but she knew Anna 
had hurt her right hand and apparently it was bad ' and one thought crossed her brain: This was going 
to be even easier than she thought. Despite coming off the canvas for the first time in her career, she 
had a malevolent smile on her face as she walked over to the still-down Anna. 
"I know everything!," Alia screamed down at her. "What you tried to do to me ' that's nothing 
compared to what I'm about to do to you, you fat cunt. You're going to suffer more than you ever have 
in your life." 
Alia then bent closer to Anna's ear, and added in a loud whisper, " ' and if I choose, that life may be 
coming to an end. I don't really care if you're still breathing when they take you out of here ' it doesn't 
matter, because I'm going to do whatever I want with you." 
At those last words, Alia raked her glove laces across Anna's face, opening a gash on her cheekbone, and 
walked to a neutral corner. 
Anna was petrified, but she knew her only chance to avoid a slaughter was to get up and at least try to 
defend herself. She struggled to her feet and watched Alia's approach, hot breath almost like steam 
coming from Alia's nostrils. 
Since Anna couldn't block punches with her broken right hand, she was a wide-open target for as many 
left hands as Alia wanted to throw. And she threw them in bunches, peppering Anna's face with jabs and 
occasionally going low and loading up a hook that pounded just below Anna's sagging boob. Alia was 
content to soften Anna up with her one-hand attack ' she knew she had plenty of time. 
"DING ' DING ' DING" 
Alia almost jogged back to her corner, so high were her spirits and her energy level. Other than the one 
punch that she carelessly walked into, she hadn't been hit at all, and the last 60 seconds of pounding on 
Anna's face and body had done nothing but invigorate her even more. She now knew that Anna was 
basically fighting with one hand tied behind her back, and her only worries were a wild punch from 
Anna's left hand ' and not getting trapped under Anna's weight when she went crashing to the canvas. 
In the other corner, chaos reigned. Arlen and Eddie were both shouting, trying to tell Anna what to do, 
and all the yelling just confused her more. All she knew for certain was that she was in trouble. 
"DING ' DING ' DING" 
Anna was late getting off her stool for Round 2, still trying to piece together what had happened in the 
first round, but Alia had no such problem. Anna was no more than two steps from her own corner when 
Alia, wasting no time, delivered a straight right hand to Anna's face that hit like a ton of bricks. Anna's 
head and shoulders were snapped backwards, and her breasts seemed to float in mid-air until Alia 
followed with another left hook just above the belt that sunk deep into Anna's protruding gut. 
With just those two punches, Anna was pushed back into her own corner, and Alia successfully pinned 
her there and began raining punches, with Anna's defense always a second too late. A straight right 
hand landed square on Anna's nose, flattening it and causing blood to spurt out both nostrils. 
"Oh, gawwwwd, you broke my fucking nose," Anna wailed as she tried to grab Alia's arms and clinch in 
the corner. But Alia was having nothing to do with that, sending a quick left-right into Anna's gut when 
she raised her arms to clinch. The blows forced a deep "uuuunnnnhhhh" and robbed Anna of all her air, 
and she began to gasp and try to get oxygen back into her lungs. 
When she opened her mouth to gulp in air, Alia hit her with a bone-crushing uppercut to the jaw and 
punches to both sides of Anna's face. The weighted gloves were having their desired effect as each 
punch dislodged a tooth and sent it flying across the ring, landing with a bloody splat on the canvas. 
Anna could not believe the power and speed of Alia's punches. She was receiving a terrible beating from 
a slip of a girl, one she outweighed by 70 pounds, but those punches felt like someone was hitting her 
with a barbell. She was trying to fight back, but her right hand was useless and her left kept missing its 
mark, and every time she would miss she paid a huge price as Alia's quick counterpunches left her dazed 
and dizzy. 
Alia was a silent assassin, never changing her expression as she got off first on each exchange, leaning in 
to hammer home straight lefts and leaning back to clip across with a right hook with her heavy-weight 
gloves. Her black gloves were already sticky with Anna's blood, and the weighted gloves were raising 
huge bruises and welts across Anna's face. This is the round to mess up her face, Alia thought ' the 
body will come later. 
Alia was using one hand to swat away Anna's attempts to guard her rapidly-swelling face, and her other 
hand pounded unimpeded and rapid-fire into Anna's eye sockets, nose and mouth. Her eyes were 
already swelling and would soon be shut, and her nose continued to gush blood that ran down through 
her ample cleavage and soaked her top, turning the pink into a dark crimson. 
"DING ' DING ' DING" 
Alia shoved Anna's chest at the bell, pushing her back into her own corner, and stood at mid-ring and 
watched her flop down exhausted on her stool. The combination of her absurdly fast hands and the 
illegal glove weights had already done enough damage to end most fights, and Alia looked on with 
delight as Anna's corner frantically tried to stop the bleeding. The blood began pooling on top of her 
breasts, and Alia decided as she walked back to her corner that she'd clean that off once the third round 
began. 
Alia felt a huge surge of energy from seeing Anna's sorry condition, and also began surging elsewhere as 
that familiar wet feeling began in her crotch ' the feeling she always got when she began dominating an 
opponent. This time was different, though ' this felt like someone lit a cannon fuse and it was about to 
explode. It was an itch that she badly needed to scratch, and she began sliding back and forth on her 
stool, stroking her clit and stoking the heat that was now radiating from her. 
"DING ' DING ' DING" 
This time it was Alia that stayed on her stool a couple of seconds after the bell for Round 3, continuing 
her stool massage until her trainer pushed her toward the ring. She smiled, took her fighting stance and 
headed out for another round of abuse. 
Anna was already standing and was still in a boxer's stance, but it was wooden and she almost crumpled 
when Alia landed a big hook to her left ribs. A follow-up left-right combination that boxed both of Anna's 
ears brought her hands back up, opening her entire body to the destructive force of Alia's enhanced 
blows. 
Alia pushed Anna's big body back against the ropes, and looked like a fighting engine as her punches 
pistoned into Anna's gut. Her punches would have been more than enough to incapacitate a boxer with 
even strong, tight abs, but with Anna's soft paunch they tore deep into her rib cavity over and over, and 
huge bruises and welts began appearing across her body ' showing that Alia was starting to do internal 
damage. 
Anna tried to go to the canvas to avoid more punishment, but Alia caught her on the way down and 
hung her flabby arms over the ropes to keep her upright. She then began plowing her gloves and 
forearms against Anna' heaving breasts, punching them back and forth as Anna screamed in pain. 
Alia continued to cycle between Anna's tits, which were rapidly swelling past their normal gargantuan 
size, and Alia's back and shoulder muscles stood out and hardened up and her finely-tuned buns began 
vibrating with the effort of swinging her arms against Anna's milk sacs. 
Alia could have punched anywhere and done damage, but she was completely satisfied with humbling 
and dominating Anna's rack. Besides, the effects of watching Anna's breasts bounce around added to 
her own excitement. 
Quickly, Alia ripped her glove laces down the middle of Anna's cleavage, slicing her now blood-drenched 
top in two and exposing her bruised and battered breasts to the assembled crowd. With the thin boob 
cover now out of the way, Alia continued to ransack her jugs badly, working them worse than she'd ever 
abused another woman's rack before, taking a break only to lace Anna's cleavage once again and rip 
open a huge cut midway between her breasts. 
Anna's puffed-up boobs jumped and bounced around, flattening on impact and rebounding back like 
water-filled balloons, as Alia continued an unprecedented breast mauling. The pounding was so severe 
that Anna's tits began leaking hot milk, and the white cream mixed with the flowing blood and cascaded 
down Anna's fatty stomach and under the waistband of her rapidly-discoloring trunks. 
By this time Anna was whimpering badly, but Alia paid no attention and proceeded to use both hands at 
once to punch each side of one of Anna's breasts. Milk spurted out from the two-handed punch/squeeze 
and hit Alia's face and chest, soaking her top before she turned an identical attack on Anna's other 
breast. More milky fluid streamed out, and Alia stopped punching and sucked the milk off Anna's 
battered orbs until the bell ended the third round. 
Alia waved her arms in the air and almost danced back to her corner, excited at the thought of having 
nine more rounds to use Anna as she liked. Before she sat on her stool ' the thought of the abuse she 
heaped on Anna's chest in the last round fresh in her mind ' she deftly hooked the thumbs of her gloves 
under her sports bra and ripped it over her head in one motion, equaling up the now-topless affair and 
drawing another roar from the crowd. As she sat on her stool, her trainer toweled her off, and realizing 
her excitement he spent extra time rubbing every drop of sweat off her lovely orbs until her nipples 
stood out like gun barrels. Alia moaned with delight, and her trainer increased the pace and pressure 
with his towel, squeezing her breasts and pinching her erect nipples until Alia shuddered with an 
orgasmic eruption. 
Ooooohhhh, nine more rounds ' the thought made her white-hot. 
Anna's corner had similar thoughts, but theirs were focused on survival for nine more rounds. It was 
now apparent that Alia had outwitted and outfoxed them, set them up for a fall, and the only way that 
this bout wasn't going the distance was if Anna stopped breathing. That was becoming a real possibility, 
with the blood loss that Anna already had and the damage that Alia's fists had already done through just 
three rounds. 
"DING ' DING ' DING" 
At the bell for Round 4, Alia jogged a quick lap around the ring and played to the crowd, showing that 
she was still fresh, showing that she was still dominant ' and showing off how great her body looked in 
comparison to the flesh bag that could barely move out of her own corner. After one last turn, gloves in 
the air and chest bouncing, she again moved in to inflict more pain. 
Anna could barely see, both eyes now blackened and nearly closed, and the rest of her pudgy face was 
beaten into a grotesque smudge of swollen flesh. The earlier slices in her facial skin were covered in 
clotted blood, and Alia quickly opened up two more gashes with swinging lefts and rights that ripped 
through Anna's eyebrows and caused a cascade of blood to flow down into the slits that used to contain 
eyes. 
Alia had long since broken Anna's fighting spirit, and now she wanted to show off. As Anna lolled against 
the ropes, legs spread widely apart and keeping her upright, Alia displayed her footwork as she danced 
around her thoroughly-beaten foe, and showed her hand speed by ripping dozens of quick punches low 
into Anna's belly, her hands and her black gloves moving so fast they became a blur. Anna's fat appeared 
to part with every shot as Alia's gloves tore deep into her lower abdomen ' and then steadily began to 
go lower. 
Eventually, every punch Alia threw was well below the "Everlast" elastic line, as she began pounding 
Anna's pubic area with a fierceness that shocked the crowd. Over and over her weighted gloves 
pummeled the pink satin, and within moments both fighters' trunks were soaked all over again ' Alia's 
with pussy juice from her ever-growing excitement, and Anna's with Arlen's cum that her devastated 
vagina muscles could no longer hold in. 
As she smelled the cum beginning to drip from Anna's mound, Alia kneeled and jerked down Anna's 
bloody and soaked trunks, ripping them off and waving them to the crowd while the bell sounded to end 
the fourth round. 
The now-nude Anna crawled back to her corner while Alia continued her newest show of dominance, 
twirling Anna's trunks above her head, and as she sashayed back to her corner her eye caught Dan now 
sitting at ringside. He had a big smile on his face ' no need any more to hide his feelings from Arlen and 
Eddie ' and indeed Alia. She grinned back at him for just a moment and tossed Anna's sloppy trunks to 
him ' giving him the symbol of power over his former employers for at least a few seconds. 
Anna could not sit on her stool, instead only resting her sore abdomen and crotch on it spread-eagled. 
As she vomited outside the ropes, her prominent and pudgy ass pointed back across the ring toward 
Alia's corner, and Alia's heat level shot up once again. She had another surprise for the trio in the other 
corner ' Alia had made arrangements for Dan to sneak her dildo into the arena ' the 18-inch black one 
she'd used with such effectiveness on Arlen one day earlier ' and she figured to put it to use later in the 
bout. But seeing Anna's ass cocked up in the air brought the idea to mind, and Alia thought how nice it 
would be to stick that cock up Anna's ass just as she had with Arlen, ramming it in like a piston, reaching 
around to ravage Anna's clit just as she had Arlen's big cock ' and the thoughts drove her wild once 
again. 
Alia's trunks were now almost as soaked as Anna's ' only the fluids were different ' and she quickly 
stripped them off just as the bell for Round 5 sounded. Anna somehow got back to her feet, the ache in 
her stomach at least temporarily lessened by her retching, and was able to take a couple of halting steps 
toward mid-ring. 
The graphic scene of the two naked fighters, wearing only gloves and boots, one still a picture of health, 
power and sex appeal and the other a disfigured mess, was enough to stir the loins of many of the 
female celebrities in attendance. Camera shots showed several stroking their own hot pussies or 
reaching into their male companion's laps and past their zippers, hand-jobbing them to a rapid erection 
' and many were doing both. The temperature level in the arena was becoming increasingly hotter, and 
it had nothing to do with the hotel's heating system. 
Alia decided it was time for more body abuse, and she began launching gorgeous, digging hooks just 
below Anna's rib cage ' the kind of punishing blows normally only seen in a gym when a fighter is 
pounding on a heavy bag. At this point, that was almost all that Anna was ' a meat bag suitable only as 
a target for Alia's horrifying fists. The punches ripped into Anna's waist, making her fat folds tremble, 
and eventually Alia was almost leaning into Anna as she sent punishing right hands ' each traveling only 
a few inches ' deep into her paunch and making Anna's body quiver like a rock falling into a bucket of 
water. 
The club fighters call it "stacking and packing" ' the process of getting under another fighter's arms and 
boosting him upward ("stacking"), and using the space created to work the body over ("packing"). That's 
what Alia was doing, except that in this instance she was getting no resistance from the jelly blob that 
used to be Anna's body. 
Alia hit Anna's stomach at least 100 times before the bell sounded to end Round 5, Anna's arms limp at 
her sides and useless, and the heavy gloves were doing severe damage to the internal organs. Large red 
splotches were blood was pooling under Anna's skin were starting to show, and a trail of blood followed 
Anna as she limped back to her corner. 
Alia's arms were starting to tire from the heavy beating she was inflicting, and from the added weight of 
the gloves, but her trainer gave her a quick shoulder massage between rounds and revived her energy, 
and she was up and bouncing on the balls of her feet at the sixth-round bell. 
Anna staggered back out and was quickly met by two devastating hooks to each of her sides. Her already 
bruised and bleeding kidneys failed, and piss poured out of her snatch as she fell to a sitting position ' 
the pool of urine puddling under her on the canvas. 
Alia stood and watched as Anna continued to piss herself, and when the last yellow drops leaked out 
Alia moved closer, stepped behind Anna and straddled her grotesquely bruised head, and unloaded her 
own flood of pee all over Anna's face, nose and mouth. She was amazed at how much urine flooded out 
of her, and Anna sputtered and coughed as the salty solution worked its way down her nostrils and 
throat. 
Alia finally finished, but she never moved as her thighs clamped down on Anna's head. She bent over so 
that Anna could hear her over the crowd noise. 
"We're halfway through ' having fun so far?," Alia said. "I sure am. And we've still got six more rounds 
to go. What do you think we should do next? '. Come on, answer me ' ANSWER ME! ' SAY 
SOMETHING! ' SAY SOMETHING OR I'LL KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!" 
Anna mumbled something that sounded like "sorrrrrryyyyy, so sorrrrryyyy," but Alia wasn't paying 
attention. Instead, she had shot her gloves toward the ceiling in a classic victory pose, inciting the crowd 
even more, and she stayed that way ' squeezing Anna's head and abusing her ears with her strong 
thighs while she smiled and gestured to the fans ' until the bell ended Round 6. 
She released the death hold of her thighs and walked to her corner, as Anna's handlers dragged their 
semi-conscious fighter back to her side. Alia watched her helpless victim pulled back onto her stool, and 
thought about the answer to her own question. What would she do next? The thought made her hot all 
over again. 
Alia was still quivering with excitement, and almost jumped off her stool at the "DING ' DING ' DING" 
sounded for Round 7. She sprinted across the ring before Anna's handlers could even remove her stool. 
"Leave it!" she yelled at them, and they backed off, leaving Anna slumped on her stool, only the corner 
ropes holding her upright. Alia began boxing Anna's ears -- one of the few areas she hadn't already 
destroyed ' with lefts and rights to each side of her head, until the earlobes were swollen to the size of 
golf balls and the ear cartilage was bent and broken. Blood poured out of each ear. 
"Can you still hear me?," Alia screamed. "If you can, feel this," as she forcefully rammed her chest into 
Anna's face. She bounced Anna off the turnbuckle a couple of times, and then started shaking her 
breasts back and forth, using them to slap Anna's deformed face. She was boxing her with her boobs 
alone and her boobs were winning the fight as Alia continued to pile on the humiliation. 
Alia then put her boots up on the bottom rope, which put her red-hot clit at Anna's eye-level, and the 
heat erupting from her pussy made the clotted blood on Anna's face liquefy and run down her cheeks 
and neck. Alia began rubbing her bush against Anna's mouth and nose, pushing harder and harder until 
Anna's head was pressed hard against the turnbuckle. 
"Lick it, you whore," Alia demanded. 
Anna was actually slightly revived by the combination of smelling and tasting Alia's juices, and put her 
tongue to work in an effort to please her tormentress ' something that might lessen the beatings. 
Obviously, she didn't know what made Alia tick, since the more Anna's tongue probed, the hotter Alia 
got and the more she wanted to dominate and humiliate. 
Anna's flicking tongue was arousing Alia once again, and she suddenly spilled out a large volume of 
lovers' cum. She'd been saving that, holding onto that with her incredibly talented vaginal muscles, ever 
since her lockup with Dan five nights earlier. 
The milky liquid spilled across Anna's face like a sheet, covering her with the sticky goo, but Alia wasn't 
finished. 
"Lick it out," she said. "If it's not completely licked out, there will be hell to pay." 
Anna did what she was told, reflex gagging every time Alia would use the ropes to bounce her hot box in 
and out against Anna's tongue.  
"DING ' DING ' DING," the bell sounded to end the seventh round. 
"What a shame," Alia said, "and you were just getting warmed up. See you in 60 seconds," she added as 
she jumped down from the ropes and headed back to her corner. 
The pussy face-wash actually gave Anna some energy, and after her corner crew wiped her down Anna 
was actually able to stand and take a boxing stance at the bell for the eighth round. Alia saw this, and 
decided it was time to let her fists get in on the fun once again. 
Anna even gave a half-hearted attempt to punch at the start of the round, but Alia easily batted Anna's 
white gloves to the side and proceeded to land even more telling blows than her earlier beatings. The 
"activities" of the other rounds had allowed Alia's arms and hands to regain their full strength, and her 
weighted gloves left imprints on Anna's face. 
One hammering right pounded straight into Anna's mouth, a savage punch that tore a gash in her upper 
lip where a tooth poked through. A left hook dislodged three more teeth, and their bloody roots fell and 
stuck to the top of Anna's discolored tits in a grotesque pool of blood. 
Alia stepped back and wound up for one of her signature uppercuts, but instead of crashing her right 
hand under Anna's ribcage, this one soared up and bounced forcefully off Anna's jaw line. A loud 
CRRRRAAAKKK was audible at ringside as Anna's jaw was broken, with the swelling starting in seconds 
and leaving the bottom of her face an ugly, disfigured mess as she crumpled to the canvas. 
Before anyone could step in to stop the action, Alia pulled Anna from the floor and wrapped her left arm 
around her neck in a headlock. She started using her free right arm as a piston, raining right hands from 
close range into Anna's face and rapidly turning what skin remained into something resembling 
hamburger meat. Blood again poured like a faucet from Anna's nose and her already-swollen lips 
cracked in several places, sending little rivers of blood down her now-numb jaw. 
Anna lolled against the ropes, and Alia moved her abuse down to Anna's sagging breasts, which were 
already grotesquely discolored from the bruises and the mixed layer of dried milk and blood. Alia knelt 
on one knee and began using Anna's mammaries as her own private speed bags, using the overhand 
chops that are a staple of boxers' gym workouts ' except this time the targets were flesh instead of 
leather. 
Moving back and forth with deadly precision, Alia's rapid-fire chopping blows beat a steady "WHAP-
WHAP-WHAP-WHAP-WHAP" on Anna's tits which, despite the abuse, were still rock-hard at the nipples. 
With every chopping blow, more milky secretions would be squeezed out and ran down to Anna's 
abused abdomen. 
Finally, the chopping action was too much, and the skin at the top of Anna's breast line ripped open, 
sending fresh blood flowing down and covering her tits and Alia's gloves. As Anna stood against the 
ropes, the bell sounded to end round eight, and she looked like the victim of a bizarre crucifixion with 
her earlier cut down her cleavage and the two cuts atop the breasts. 
Anna's handlers quickly led Anna to her corner, and began using handfuls of Vaseline and tape to try to 
stem the blood flow. Alia watched the scene in the other corner ' she had long since disdained sitting 
down, such was her adrenaline rush and her arousal level ' and thought to herself that she would soon 
show them a much better use for the Vaseline. 
"DING ' DING ' DING" 
The bell for round nine saw Alia almost sprint across the ring to continue her abuse, while it took all of 
Anna's corner crew to lift her up and prop her against her corner. Her arms hung limply over the ropes, 
the only thing holding her upright, and Alia began hitting her wide-open body with horrific body 
punches. The already-red areas, places where blood was pooling under the skin from extensive injuries 
to her internal organs, provided Alia with targets for uppercuts and straight punches that appeared to 
go completely through Anna's jelly paunch. 
After what were probably 30 straight punches to that gut, Alia turned her gloves and raked the laces 
across Anna's abdomen, ripping the skin open and unleashing a wave of dark and coagulating blood that 
ran down through Anna's crotch and legs. 
That rip also pushed Anna down to where she was seated on the bottom rope, dangling like a giant 
bloody spider in the ropes' webs, and Alia turned around and planted her tight and toned ass directly on 
Anna's nose and mouth. 
"Lick it CLEAN," Alia screamed, "or we'll spill the rest of your blood right here!" 
Anna's muscle memory took over, and she proceeded to tongue and chew Alia's anus for all she was 
worth ' which wasn't much, considering her semi-conscious state. Alia moaned for a while as Anna's 
tongue tickled its way up her ass cavity, but Alia eventually realized that Anna's efforts weren't going to 
get her off ' even with her own gloved thumb caressing her pussy at the same time ' and turned with 
an angry look on her face. 
"Not good enough!," she yelled, and ripped a right hand across Anna's cheek. This time, though, she 
kept the punch going past that point, and pounded her elbow into Anna's left eye socket. She repeated 
the punch from the left side, again with the elbow crashing into Anna's face. 
The two shots disloged more teeth, and the second caused Anna to bite off the tip of her tongue with 
the few teeth she had remaining. Even more in a daze, Anna slipped to one side, still hanging on the 
ropes, and Alia began pounding punches to her kidney area just like she was working on her gym's heavy 
bag. The side of Anna's body began caving in, and a wet stream of poop began pouring out of Anna's ass 
and puddling up in her corner just as the bell ending round nine sounded. 
Three more rounds, Alia thought as she walked back to her corner, almost swinging her hips and playing 
to the crowd ' three more glorious rounds ' and she planned to make them memorable. 
Meanwhile, Anna's corner crew resorted to desperation to keep their fighter upright. Arlen quickly 
stepped into the ring, helped hang Anna on the ropes again in her own corner, and pulled out his 
monster cock ' he had been carrying an incredible hard-on since the very first round. He thrust himself 
into Anna's now-sopping and blood-caked pussy, trying to bring her around and back to some level of 
consciousness, and started beating her bush with his own thrusts. The bouncing of the ropes added 
even more motion, and Anna's entire body began moving rhythmically up and down. 
That rope bouncing caught the attention of Alia's entire corner as they watched the spectacle. Alia 
smiled, and said, "You want cock ' I'll show you cock." She motioned to Dan at ringside, put her gloves 
near her hips and made a circular motion around her body. Dan knew instantly what she was after ' 
they'd worked that part out in advance .. and Dan headed back to the locker room. 
When the 10th round bell finally rang ' it was late, as the timekeeper was watching the screwing in 
Anna's corner and lost track of time ' Arlen was reaching a climax and Anna's eyes were open. Alia 
stepped in behind Arlen, pressed her own pussy against Arlen's ass, and began matching Arlen's thrusts. 
Soon, Alia was the one doing all the work, as her crotch continued to pound Arlen and force him into 
continuing his "in and out" action with Anna. 
Arlen's sandwich between the two females quickly made him orgasm again, shooting one final load of 
cum into Anna's pussy, but Alia continued with her thrusts and had her gloves close by. "I'll beat your 
brains in if you stop," Alia threatened Arlen, and Arlen tried his best to keep the action going. 
Arlen's manhood began to fail him, though, and Alia quickly jerked his arm around and pushed him 
down to a sitting position on top of Anna, who had slipped off the ropes and was again seated on her 
stool. Alia began boxing Arlen's cock, bouncing it back and forth between her lefts and rights and 
causing his milky cum to fly into the air with each punch. Some landed on Alia's tits, and she stopped her 
pummeling long enough to use a glove to raise her own breast, allowing her to lick the cum off, and she 
smiled as Arlen crawled out of the ring and left Anna seated and comatose again. 
Alia was jabbing at Anna's back-open eyes with the thumbs of her gloves, bringing Anna a whole new 
wave of pain, when the tenth round ended. 
When she got back to her corner, Dan had a canvas bag slung over his shoulder, and he unzipped it 
when Alia turned to him and nodded. He pulled out her big black dildo ' the same one she'd used on 
Arlen ', put the belt around Alia's waist and strapped it on tightly. The full 18 inches hung to the bottom 
of Alia's knees, and brought a gasp from the crowd. 
Dan then applied Vaseline heavily to Alia's strap-on cock and began to stroke the massive black rod, and 
Alia leaned against her corner and watched Dan's hand move up and down the shaft. She could swear 
that she could actually feel the pleasure of Dan's stroking, and now understood even more the pleasure 
that males got when she was the one giving hand jobs. Her eyes flicked and her body shivered, and just 
before the bell for Round 11 she looked down and saw a huge wet spot in the crotch of Dan's pants. 
Alia's trainer had been standing in the sight line between the two corners, and didn't move until the 
Round 11 bell rang. When he stepped out of the way and slid through the ropes, Anna's corner ' and 
Anna herself ' got their first look at the newly-endowed Alia ' sporting a foot and a half of thick, well-
greased black meat. Alia's tool made even Arlen's impressive member look like a piece of macaroni, and 
Alia did her best to accentuate its swinging from side to side as she walked across the ring to begin the 
next-to-last round. 
As her corner crew looked on in horror, Alia hit Anna in the face one time and in her gut one time, 
enough to make her bend over at the waist. Alia grabbed Anna's hair and dragged her to the middle of 
the ring, where Anna knelt on all fours, her hefty ass cocked up and pointing toward the ceiling. 
Alia quickly moved behind Anna's ass and began the slow, rhythmic process of inserting the dildo up her 
anus with a series of light thrusts. Gradually those thrusts became deeper and more intense as all 18 
inches slowly slid inside and brought howls and screams of pain from a suddenly-awake Anna. 
"Ooooo, you like this, don't you," Alia yelled. "You like it up the ass. Well, you've never had it up the ass 
like this before." 
Alia quickly increased the tempo of her thrusts until her crotch was banging directly against Anna's ass, 
causing the entire ring to shiver as she pounded to the fullest possible depth. Anna began vomiting from 
the pain, spewing a stream of bile and blood as her injured internal organs were defiled again and again 
by the black monster that Alia carried between her rippling thighs. Blood continued to pour out of 
Anna's anus as the tissues in her ass tore loose. 
The anal fucking went on for several minutes as the timekeeper ' who was busy jacking himself off ' 
missed the end of the round, and eventually one of Anna's handlers ran over and rang the bell to end 
the 11th round. 
Anna's handlers dragged her back to her corner on her belly, while Alia stood for several seconds at mid-
ring, her attached meat still hanging and many of her own pussy juices now running down that shaft ' 
such was her excitement. Eventually, she walked back to her corner, and Dan bent over the ropes to 
remove the black weapon. 
"Leave it for a minute," she said calmly. "It feels tooooooo good'" 
Instead, Alia's trainer wiped down her body in preparation for the final round and applied a light coat of 
Vaseline to her cheeks, tits and ass while Dan fixed her hair. After all, it was the last round, and she 
wanted to look good for the cameras as she finished her devastation. 
At the bell for Round 12, Alia walked across the ring, grabbed Anna's feet as she sat on her stool, and 
dragged her on her now incredibly-tender and ripped-open ass to mid-ring. She spread Anna's legs, bent 
over her and began inserting the monster cock into Anna's pussy, slowly working the full shaft inside, 
and started beating an in-and-out rhythm as her face hovered only inches from the hamburger that was 
once Anna's pudgy but lovely face. 
"You really had no idea how bad I would fuck you up, did you," Alia said to Anna's non-responsive face. 
"You fat, useless whore ' I only wish we could go about 50 more rounds, because I'd like nothing better 
than to finish you off right here so they could bury what's left of you. If you survive, you'll remember this 
for the rest of your life, and you'll wake up scared every night just with the thought of me." 
Even Anna's pounded and distorted pussy was not equipped to handle Alia's equipment, and Alia raped 
her cruelly for almost a minute and a half ' fully half of the final round ' before forcefully pulling the 
dildo out. Anna rolled to her side, and the rest of Arlen's cum mixed with Anna's blood and poured out 
of her now-useless snatch, pooling on the canvas.  
Alia stood over her defeated foe, breathing heavily less from her exertion ' she hadn't had to work 
really hard for this, she thought ' and more from her own excitement. She ripped off the dildo, kicked 
Anna back to her back and straddled her, covering up her face with her own throbbing pussy, and 
looked down at Anna's beaten body. Alia started punching straight down on Anna's arms, crushing them 
into the canvas with the leverage she had from her sitting position, and after a few punches she heard 
the audible "CRACK" of Anna's arm bones shattering. She proceeded to do the same to the other arm, 
rendering it also useless even if Anna had been conscious enough to defend against the crushing 
punches. Likewise, Anna could not howl in pain even if she had still been conscious, since her mouth was 
completely covered and muffled by Alia's wet and pulsing crotch. 
Alia used both hands to ram the dildo back into Anna's cock and left it there, sticking out like a flagpole 
tht she had placed on land she had conquered. In a way, she certainly had. 
Alia then turned around, continuing to face-sit the comatose Anna but now looking down at her hair 
poking from between Alia's legs. Anna's face was still buried, and Alia began one final show of 
dominance as she started bouncing up and down on Anna's face in a violent face-sit that went on until 
Alia settled in and completely covered Anna's nose and mouth. Up to that point, she had still been able 
to feel Anna's struggles to draw breath, but now her vaginal muscles closed like a suction cup, and Anna 
soon stopped breathing completely. 
Alia struck a double-bicep pose and held it a few more seconds until the final bell. That's when she 
plucked the dildo from Anna's cock and stuck it down her throat, and paraded around the ring as 
medical personnel rushed to the aid of the terribly beaten fighter. 
"Who's the real champ now," Alia said to reporters who stormed the ring, oblivious to the paramedics 
that were using a defibrillator to try to re-start Anna's heart. "Everyone was so in love with this ' this fat 
thing here, and look at her now." 
They looked at Anna being taken through the ropes on a stretcher. A minute or so later, ambulance 
sirens could be heard, getting her to a nearby hospital. By that time, Alia was gone, quickly out of the 
arena, quickly to her hotel and the very next day, gone to an unknown location. 
As it turned out, she wouldn't reappear in public for a couple of months. 
 
CHAPTER SEVEN 
 
Alia was watching the sun set over the Tahitian beach, looking out from her hotel balcony and trying her 
best to relax ' something that just wasn't in her makeup. 
"Maybe a couple more of these mai tais will help," she said to the wind, as she picked up her glass and 
walked inside. 
It was a week after her biggest fight ever, and after what the papers were alternately calling the most 
scandalous and the most erotic hour in the history of sport. She wasn't sore physically ' after all, Anna 
only hit her with anything serious only one time ' but she still needed some body-recovery time after all 
the strenuous training she put herself through prior to the match. 
Mentally, she was in a great state. She was unquestionably the world's most dangerous woman wearing 
boxing gloves and one feared for her dominance, which made her famous while at the same time 
insuring that people left her alone ' which was how she wanted it. 
And after the beatings and humiliations she had wrecked upon her last two ring opponents, it was very 
likely that she wouldn't be challenged for a good while. No other fighter and no other would-be 
dominant wanted any part of her right now. 
Some people at her getaway resort recognized her, but all kept their distance, and that's what she 
needed right now. Except for one person ' and she was glad he was close by. Sure, she needed 
someone she could dominate when she needed that, but she also needed someone to keep her 
grounded when she needed it, someone to make her laugh when she needed it, and ' a first for her ' 
someone to hold her when she needed that. 
Dan was good at all of those. When she got herself on the outside of those mai tais, she would also need 
someone she could suck limp, devour again, milk with her pussy muscles and render exhausted and 
helpless except to worship her ' and he was good at that, too. 
+++++ 
Sure, Anna made a ton of money for her cut of the fight gate. So did Eddie and Arlen, actually. But what 
good was money when you couldn't enjoy it? 
Doctors said that Anna was lucky to have avoided brain damage. On top of all her injuries, which would 
take months to heal, there were periods during the fight that her brain was oxygen-deprived, and any of 
those stretches could have left her a vegetable. And Anna wasn't smart enough to be giving away any 
brain cells. 
Hey, neither of those guys saw it coming, either, she thought to herself. They wasn't so smart 
themselves. 
About all Anna could do right then was think. The rest of her was either stitched back together or gone 
entirely ' her internal injuries required extensive transplants, she had to have eye surgery and she was 
going to be visiting a plastic surgeon on a regular basis for years to repair all the exterior damage. And 
without insurance, the medical bills were rapidly eating into her share of the fight proceeds. 
Even blinking hurt. How in the world did I get myself into this, she thought, and then she remembered 
Eddie coming up to her back in Texas, making all those promises. What a son of a bitch, she thought 
before the drugs put her back to sleep. 
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Arlen was last seen performing in the Chippendale's review show on the Vegas strip. His body didn't 
match up to the other dancers, and he didn't have their moves, but when he got down to the G-string 
the women in the audiences always rushed the stage for a closer look. And Arlen got used to the tens 
and twenties they would push down next to his cock. 
He also discovered he liked women ramming dildos up his ass, which made him very popular in several 
select Vegas circles. 
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Eddie quickly ran out of money. In addition to his over-the-top lifestyle, he had to pay to replace the ring 
at the MGM Grand ' all of the blood, tit milk, cum, piss, poop and other bodily fluids had rendered the 
one used for the fight as totally useless.  
He was last seen on the back roads of Texas again, chasing talent for his newest endeavor. He already 
had the catchy name ' "WOW" ' Worldwide Oil Wresting. It can't miss, he kept telling himself. 
+++++ 
The terrible trio of Anna, Arlen and Eddie got what they deserved ' and in a way, the same could be 
said of Dan. Sure, he'd been cut out of a share of the fight revenue by some slick contracts and 
bookkeeping on Eddie's part, but he didn't care. He had made a killing, in more ways than one. 
That's why he felt confident enough to knock on Alia's hotel room door, only a couple of hours after the 
fight. She was there with her trainer, who was tending to what little physical maladies and discomforts 
she'd picked up in the bout, and the trainer smiled and left quickly when Dan walked in. 
Before he lost his nerve ' he'd been working up the courage to do this for an hour ' he dropped two 
plane tickets to Tahiti on the coffee table in front of the couch where Alia was sitting. 
"One is for you," he said. 
Alia picked up the tickets and just looked at them for a minute. 
"You know, I made a lot of money for this fight tonight," she finally said. "I can afford my own ticket. And 
I know you probably can't ' I figure those assholes left you pretty much high and dry." 
"Yeah, they did," Dan said. "But I can afford both of them, and a lot more ' thanks to you." 
Seems that Dan had rounded up all the money he could assemble, mortgaging everything he had and 
borrowing from friends, and put the whole wad in a bet (after all, this was Vegas). He bet against the 
house that Alia would not just win, but win every round, and that bet paid off hugely ' Dan walked out 
of the casino's sports book with five times the money he'd put down. 
"I was a little worried in the first round, when you were flat on your back," he said, making sure to smile 
and let Alia know he was joking. 
"How does it feel to outsmart everyone?," she said, as she grabbed the rich man's arm and pulled him to 
the couch. "Get over here, you sexy man."