Alia visits the Kat's gym
By Steely Dan, steelydan1923@yahoo.com
Alia and Kat square off in a private battle of two world-renowned women boxers.

(NOTE: Both Alia and Kat are featured in other stories in this gallery ... reading the others isn't 
essential to understand, but readers may get a better grasp of the characters by doing that.) 

The text message on Kathy's cell phone was short and to the point. 
"Be at gym 8 p.m. tonight," it said. "Bring your boxing equipment." 
That was it ' no other details. The only thing that Kat knew for certain was that it came from the gym 
manager, since she recognized the number, and therefore wasn't just someone jerking her around. He 
wasn't the type for jokes, being a retired boxer and one that didn't put up with too much in the way he 
went about his business. 
But Kathy knew the gym closed up at 7:30 every night, and emptied out even earlier on Friday evenings. 
That added to the intrigue, and Kat went about her regular Friday routine with thoughts of what lay 
ahead for her that night always front and center in her mind. 
She figured that he needed her help with something, and it wouldn't be the first time she'd stepped in 
to help out with the gym. Since everyone who worked out and trained there knew her ' she was by far 
the best female fighter there and better than most of the guys, although she rarely pushed that issue ' 
the manager often turned to her before he made any significant changes in gym operation. 
That usually came during working hours, though, and 8 p.m. on Friday was unusual ' unless he'd been 
able to fill the only request she ever had of him. Kathy was always looking for quality female opponents, 
since most of the girls in the gym were either way too small or not nearly talented enough to give her 
any competition. Some were as tall as her at 5-foot-8, but none were close to her muscle-packed 172-
pound frame that was sculpted from her previous years of competitive bodybuilding and toned by the 
intense workouts she put herself through on a daily basis. 
He was always ready to help ' especially since Kat was more than one of his gym's best fighters. She 
was also a co-owner, and had been for a few years although the only people who knew that were the 
two of them. On all the official documents that were posted in the gym office, and on a couple of signs 
in the gym itself, instead of her real Kathy Moore name, the co-owner was listed as "Kathy Ireland." It 
was at the same time an inside joke that made several think the famous model was an investor, and an 
homage to Kat's Irish background. 
Whenever she fought in the "underground" arenas that she frequented, she wore Kelly green with gold 
shamrocks ' when she wore anything at all -- to honor that heritage ' and she often called on that 
background when needed in those settings. She was famous there for getting her "Irish" up whenever 
things weren't going well for her. 
Kat did well enough financially in the "underground" to pay cash for a half-interest in the gym, both to 
keep it prosperous and to give her a headquarters to train and keep herself sharp ' and give her a place 
for "private" matches whenever those opportunities presented themselves, like she hoped would be the 
case tonight. When in her own gym, though, she stayed away from the green, lest someone put two and 
two together and figure out their secret, and stayed with basic white. That showed off her all-over tan, 
one possible since "Kathy Ireland" donated a tanning bed to the gym. To keep up appearances, Kat had 
tacked up a handful of posters of the actress and supermodel in boxing attire from a fitness video she'd 
done, including one over the tanning bed. 
Her gym manager/partner did his best to spread the word to other gyms and to his connections in the 
boxing game to find Kat as much fighting action as possible, and she'd had a few fights with some pretty 
good women through his contacts. A couple of times, he also booked her on some cards at the nearby 
Municipal Auditorium whenever they had women's fights (of course, she had to stay fully clothed there, 
lest she get arrested). 
Normally, Kat's fights came through more "regular" channels. Her manager, Edwina "The Strangler" 
Lewis ' daughter to the famed long-time pro wrestler ' handled all the details when she was in 
conventional bouts as part of public cards, and in her "underground" matches in front of private 
audiences who frequented those non-advertised spectacles. And Edwina kept her plenty busy in those, 
since she was much in demand by fans and promoters alike. She had a penchant for putting on a good 
"show" no matter what the surroundings. 
Even in her other matches ' the private ones, the ones arranged mostly by word-of-mouth and more 
often than not were the result of some sexual cravings by one or both parties ' Edwina was usually 
involved in one form or another. When those came by Kat's request, when the Kat had heard about a 
potentially interesting fighter, she usually arranged for Edwina to get background information, fighting 
resume' and pictures to make sure they fit the mold of a fighter that Kat wanted and needed in the ring. 
At that point, Kat would make a personal contact ' "feel" out her potential opponent, in some way ' 
and then would leave it up to Edwina to finish up all the details to keep the surprise factor intact as 
much as possible. 
That was especially true when the bout would wind up in Kat's special "private ring" at the gym, when 
her gym manager and co-owner would become involved and make sure all the details were honed to a 
fine point. In this area, Kat was a perfectionist, and she expected everyone else to be with their own 
part of the business. 
And Kat spared no expense for such "private" events. She'd done well enough with her gym and in her 
"underground" career to be able to bring in the "right" fighters, and to travel to meet those "right" 
fighters on their home turf if that was necessary. 
She remembered all the details from those bouts, whether they were in her own gym, in "enemy" 
territory or in the auditoriums for public bouts. She remembered every punch, every clinch, every time 
she had her opponent trapped on the ropes ' and just thinking about some of those bouts always gave 
her body a warm feeling. 
Some of them, though, were more memorable than others. Kathy always got a thrill from the 
competition, the chance to pit herself against another woman, the opportunity to put those muscles to 
use and punch her opponent, and almost every time the rush she got from looking down at her beaten 
and bloodied foe on the canvas. Knowing that she had imposed her will on the other woman, that her 
own fists had put her down ' it never failed to stimulate her carnal feelings. 
But sometimes, her opponents inspired even deeper desires. Whenever she was in the ring with a 
certain type of woman, one much like her ' good-looking, longer hair (damn, she loved those redheads), 
a strong, muscular body and considerable boxing skills ' her juices would really begin to flow and she 
found herself clinching with her opponent more often than necessary. Her one rule was her own 
definition of "habeas corpus" ' "you must have a body," one that has been honed to the type of 
perfection that Kat desired from her "private" opponents. 
Obviously, most of those bouts were held away from "public" view and away from the "regular" part of 
the gym. Kat had taken an abandoned area and fixed it up for the more "private" fights ' ones where 
few spectators ever got to visit. The ring was smaller, the lighting was brighter, the ropes more plush 
with velvet and the canvas softer, just to make sure that one fighter didn't hurt herself on the way down 
and was still available for post-punching "fun." 
It was those fights ' the ones in that private room, where Kat often reached orgasm just from pinning 
her foe in a corner and pounding away with her hard and fast fists ' that she lived for and remembered 
in vivid detail. 
But THIS bout, just out of nowhere ' this was very different from anything that Kat had been a part of 
for some time. This was a call out of the blue ' Winnie wasn't involved, and even her partner and gym 
co-owner provided only the most scant of details. But she trusted him ' he knew what she liked and 
what she craved, and she hadn't seen a lot of "that" type of action recently. 
Could this message mean the gym manager had stumbled across such an opponent, using the 
mysterious text as a tease and maybe even set up an after-hours fight for that very night? Just thinking 
about the possibility brought a familiar warmth and wetness to her loins, and she knew that waiting for 
that night was going to be nearly unbearable. Friday was going to be a very long day, but maybe a very 
good night. 
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Kathy got to the gym not long after its regular 7:30 p.m. closing time, a large equipment bag thrown 
over her strong shoulder. Since she had no idea what lay ahead, she brought almost every piece of 
boxing equipment she had ' gloves ranging from MMA style all the way up to 16-oz. training gloves, 
tape, wraps, mouthpiece, her white boxing boots and a couple of different outfits. 
She'd packed a nice pair of white-on-white trunks and a white sports bra as well as white bikini briefs ' 
all of which set off her deep tan and made her smile every time she put them on and looked at herself in 
the mirror ' but she was hoping she wouldn't need all of that apparel. For Kat in the ring, less was more, 
and she was comfortable fighting either naked or in just trunks and boots. The less she wore, the more it 
showed off her stunning and impressive body to anyone who was watching ' and especially to her 
opponent. Looking at her physique always had one of two effects on her foes ' it either intimidated 
them or stimulated them, and Kathy was good with either one. Being in the smaller "private" gym and 
under the "hotter" lights also made her appear even bigger to her adversaries, a fact that pleased Kat to 
no end. 
Since she wasn't sure what the night held for her, Kathy wore jeans and a stylish sweat top that covered 
up a form-fitting tank top, one that looked good on her strong upper body if that opportunity presented 
itself. The heels she wore boosted her a couple more inches, again just in case her presence at the gym 
was for something other than throwing leather around. 
As she got out of her car and hefted the big bag ' she laughed to herself knowing that most women in 
the gym probably couldn't even pick it up ' she noticed the back door of the gym was propped open, 
naturally with an old boxing glove. When she walked in, she noticed the gym was almost completely 
dark. The only lights were in the hallway back near the dressing rooms, and the bright lights that were 
suspended over the main ring, making the canvas appear a bright white in contrast to the darkness in 
the rest of the big room. Kathy's eyes were still adjusting to the darkness and she was taking in the 
whole scene when the gym manager abruptly stepped forward out of the darkness. 
"Always good to see the best-looking fighter I know ' and the boss," he said as he gave Kathy a hug. But 
she couldn't stand the wait. "So, what's up ' what's going on," she quickly asked, "and why couldn't you 
tell me more?" 
"She wanted to keep it quiet, just between us," he said, gesturing toward an area near the ring where 
the gym's heavy bags hung. That was the first time Kat noticed that there was somebody else in the 
gym, someone who was working a bag ' and from the sound that she finally noticed, was working it 
hard. The "WHUMP ' WHUMP ' WHUMP" sound was unmistakable, and Kathy could tell just from the 
noise that it was coming from fists that knew what they were doing. 
As her eyes adjusted, Kat could make out a figure weaving around the bag, arms lashing out quickly and 
powerfully against the big bag. Slowly, she was able to see that the puncher was female, one wearing 
only short black trunks, black boots and black bag mitts, and she could also see that the shadowed figure 
meant business. She was working the bag professionally, expertly, and it was obvious to Kat that this 
one wasn't a "newbie," that she had skills. It would have been obvious to anyone who knew boxing, and 
Immediately Kat's interest was piqued and her body started getting warm and sweaty all over again. 
Kathy turned to the manager, a grin on her face, and before she could say anything, he blurted out, 
'You've got a fight ' and it's a really good one. Name's Alia ' maybe you heard of her?" He also had a 
huge smile on his face by the time he finished the sentence. 
Heard of her? Kathy knew a lot about her ' knew that she held a world title for a while and had three 
bouts with the current titleholder that were all classics for different reasons. Kat had never seen her 
fight since they pretty much stayed in different circles ' Kat in the underground and in the gyms, Alia 
mostly in the pro rings until recently. Kat also knew that Alia had dropped completely out of sight for a 
couple of years, though, and Kat suddenly remembered that Alia was way below her in weight class ' 
something she could tell now that her eyes were able to see better in the dark. She looked about 5-6, 
and even with the solid and muscular body she probably couldn't be more than 145 pounds, 150 tops. 
The gym manager could almost see Kathy's mind whirring. "You're a lot bigger than her, but she said she 
didn't care," he said. "She said she was looking for a fight against the best we had, a private fight, and it 
didn't matter who it was ' that's when I texted you. She didn't give me many other details, other than 
she wanted the gym after hours, and that the two of you would decide everything else. I'm pretty sure 
you'll want to take this one into the back room." 
Kathy was already squirming, ready to get out of her jeans and heels and do battle with someone who 
was as much a warrior as her. She quickly kissed the manager on the cheek, said a quick and breathless 
"Thank you," and quickly walked over to face her adversary ' her crotch getting wetter the closer she 
got. 
++++++ 
As Kat got closer, she could see Alia in more detail ' and liked what she saw. Her body was tanned, 
toned and strong, almost as muscular as Kat herself, just in a more compact size. At first, Kathy was 
concerned about the size difference between the two, thinking that might jeopardize what she hoped 
would be a rugged bout, but once she got close enough to see the determined way that Alia was hitting 
' and really working over ' the heavy bag, she knew that a few pounds and a few inches weren't going 
to matter to her visitor. 
She saw the black trunks that hugged her lower carriage, nice and tight in the crotch, and the traditional 
high-rise black boots, and the apparel alone ' even if she hadn't watched her pound the big bag ' told 
Kat that she was an experienced boxer. And she had to be pretty good ' her stunning features were 
unmarked, her long, dark hair pulled back into a single ponytail and framing her high cheekbones and 
dark eyes. 
Kat stood and watched for a few seconds, long enough that she was certain that Alia saw her standing 
close by, but Alia never slowed down and continued to hook and uppercut the bag with both fists. 
Eventually, Kat had to say something ' "I hear you're looking for a good fighter to go a few rounds 
with," she finally said. 
"Yeah ' you know of any? See if you can go out and find me one," Alia quickly shot back, only barely 
glancing over to where Kat stood as she kept up the "BAM ' BAM ' BAM" on the hard leather bag. Kat 
half-smiled and took a few steps forward, taking off her sweat top and grabbing the worn punching bag 
in her strong arms, holding it still so that Alia could attack a stationary target ' and making sure to flex 
her well-developed biceps so that her hopefully-soon opponent could see them. 
"I think you've got a lot more than you can handle right here, little girl," Kat said, almost coming up on 
her tip-toes to emphasize her height advantage ' four or five inches including the heels she was 
wearing, before her toe raise. "I came here hoping to find an opponent worthy of my time ' and so far 
I'm not impressed." 
Kat was lying, because she was impressed with the boxer that was standing in front of her, already 
covered in sweat and her muscles pumped and rippling under her skin. She liked what she saw ' in 
several different ways, and she liked it even more when Alia quickly stopped pummeling the bag and 
took two quick steps toward Kathy, putting her face as close as she could with her prominent tits and 
rock-hard nipples pressing against Kat's tank top. 
"I could give a shit if you're impressed or not," Alia hissed up into Kat's face, a malevolent smile starting 
to creep onto Alia's face as their bodies brushed against each other. "I'm looking for someone that can 
fight, and not just your little piss-ant gym matches here. The old man says you're good ' but I've fucked 
up a lot of good fighters. You ready to get fucked up, bitch?" 
Kat had a stern look on her face, her dark curly hair hanging down next to both cheeks as her head was 
still tilted slightly down, but she was getting more excited by the second. She wanted this one in the ring 
badly. "Honey, you're way too small and skinny to talk to be like that," she said, trying to sound as calm 
as possible. "I usually don't pick on little girls that are stepping way out of their class .. in more ways 
than one. But you need to be taught some manners, and these fists are ready to do the teaching ' 
unless you're too scared. I wouldn't blame you, because if you climb through the ropes with me, I will 
hurt you." 
"We'll see who gets hurt," Alia said, stepping back slightly and looking up and down Kat's statuesque 
body. "You going to fight in that ' it'll save time, because you're not going to be standing up for very 
long anyway." 
"I think I'll change," Kat shot back, already thinking about how bad she wanted to get Alia out of those 
trunks when this was over. "I don't want to get your blood all over these when I slice you up. Don't run 
away," she yelled back over her shoulder as she carried her equipment bag toward the locker room, "I'll 
be ready for some fun in just a minute. When you're ready, we'll use the gym in the back ' that way I 
don't get disturbed while I take you apart." 
As Kat walked away, she heard Alia go to work again on the heavy bag, the "THUMP ' THUMP ' 
THUMP" of her bag mitts barely audible over the sound of Kat's own heartbeat and heavy breathing. She 
WAS ready for some fun ' the throbbing between her legs just more evidence of that, and she almost 
ran back to the locker area, anxious to get her fun started. 
++++++ 
If Alia and Kathy had actually spoken to each other instead of the verbal sparring they enjoyed, they 
would have discovered how similar they were ' and how different. 
For both, there was an immense pleasure derived from being in the ring itself. It gave both of them a 
chance to test and use their highly-trained bodies, honed to perfection to be fighting machines, and test 
both their physical and mental toughness against opponents who they hoped would indeed give them 
that test. And for both, those chances came too infrequently. 
Kat had already worked her way through every challenge her own gym had to offer, and would only get 
in the ring with one or two of the gym's regulars ' and then only for sparring. Some of the men in the 
gym would have given her more of a physical challenge, and she got plenty of offers from them. But 
they didn't fill her "other" desires ' didn't offer the same sensual feelings that she got when fighting 
and working over an attractive and well-built female opponent ' so her gym experiences with men 
were limited to sparring and only with close friends that understood she wasn't going to jump in bed 
with them after their ""rumble." 
Many of those friends, including the gym manager, were always on the lookout for potential fight 
opponents for her. She was also a regular on the "underground" fight circuit and did several types of 
fighting there ' she particularly liked the bare-knuckle bouts which were popular within the fight-club 
world ' and she was good enough to be at the top of every promoter's list when they put together their 
top cards. 
One of those clubs was an underground club run by and for women, one that drew a huge and 
exclusively female audience on a weekly basis, and Kathy was one of that club's star attraction ' and an 
attraction in more ways than one. She was tall and good-looking, dark curly hair and fiery deep blue 
eyes, and her face was mostly unmarked even after years of so many different fighting disciplines. She 
was deeply muscular, but everything on her was well-proportioned, and people meeting her on the 
street in everyday life and normal clothing would only notice that she was extremely fit and toned. 
But when she stripped down for bouts ' and she loved to go unclothed as much as practical depending 
on the type of fight ' it was easier to see how massive she was. Friends had told her she looked bigger 
the closer they got to her, and even seemed to get taller and bigger when she fights ' compliments 
which pleased her to no end. And lest someone just think she was body-builder muscular, she could use 
that power. She could flat-out FIGHT ' and she'd been around long enough to learn all the tricks and 
techniques, often changing strategies in mid-bout to confuse opponents who relied on power only. And 
the passion for combat came out in her fights ' even in the rare times she would lose (nobody goes 
unbeaten in the underground fight world), she never gave up. Opponents came to find out that putting 
her on the canvas or on the floor many times only made her more determined, and she often won fights 
that most wouldn't have given her a chance to win in their early stages. 
But even with those opportunities, her chances to put on the regulation boxing gloves for traditional and 
pure boxing bouts were still slim. That's why she kept making contacts in her gym and other gyms as 
much as possible, in the hopes that more gloved bouts would come her way ' as well as the occasional 
reserved-gym "private-room" bout. 
Alia's longing for challenges was different. She'd been a professional boxer for a few years, winning a 
world title in her 140-pound weight class, but a two-of-three series of bouts with still-reigning champion 
Vivian "The Vicious" Smith had turned her away from the pro game. Vivian gave Alia her first loss in their 
first bout, Alia won the second and Vivian won a legendary war in the third, but in all three both boxers 
emerged horribly beaten and bloodied and spent significant hospital time. It was obvious that those 
were the two best fighters in the world at that weight class ' at least, within "official" boxing circles ' 
and Alia felt she had little else to prove and few challenges to entice her within that world. 
So she'd gone "underground," too ' doing some fights on those circuits, but more than anything else 
finding private battles. Through her contacts in boxing, she was able to locate good fighters who were 
also outside the professional boxing world, and sought them out to fill her longing for a challenge in the 
ring. It didn't matter where they were ' her pro career, and specifically the three bouts with Vivian, had 
set her up well enough financially so that she could travel to fill her passion ' and she always did well 
when she did delve into the "underground" circuit. 
The two warriors shared one other major trait in what they derived from their fighting passion ' both 
used boxing (and for Kat, other fighting forms) as a sexual release. All of Kat's lovers had been female 
and some had been fighters, and many of the most emotional, raw and primal lovemaking sessions and 
sexual encounters had come just after she and her opponent had left the ring of battle. As she often 
referred to it herself, the fight had unleashed the "Beast," the erotic urges that live in every human but 
for most people rarely come to the surface. She had experienced the "Beast" for so long that she 
needed that kind of emotion, needed those primal urges to be fulfilled, as often as possible ' she lived 
for those moments when her whole body would tingle and the warmth would emanate from her loins, 
knowing that if she so desired, a sexual congress was awaiting her in the post-fight hours. 
Alia's desires weren't that different, more so now than in past years. She had grown up like most girls, in 
a world where hetero was the norm, and she had scores of male lovers throughout her younger days 
and during her boxing career ' and still did. When she was still a professional and still training for a 
bout, she used mostly male sparring partners because they were more plentiful and were a better 
match strength-wise and ability-wise for her. And it wasn't unusual for Alia to hook up with one of those 
partners, especially those taut and sinewy-muscled welterweights that were a close physical match for 
her, and wear them out with her now-well-developed sexual prowess and the same stamina and passion 
she showed in the ring. 
But after she became the champion, and during the extended period that included the three bouts with 
Vivian, her bi tendencies began manifesting themselves. Perhaps in Vivian, she had found a woman who 
was her equal and one that she grudgingly respected as a fighter ' she'd orgasmed during the fight itself 
in each of their last two bouts, and only her iron will and passion for the fight had helped her get 
through that sudden and unexpected release. 
That type of respect was where Kat and Alia differed. The difference in how they felt about their 
opponents, their attitude toward those who were willing to step in the ring with them, was a chasm that 
was deep and wide. 
To Kathy, any woman who had the courage to face her ' and many didn't once they got a good look at 
the muscular goddess she had made of herself ' was worthy of her utmost respect. She was a warrior in 
the truest sense, one to whom the battle itself was more important than the outcome. Obviously, she 
had no qualms about beating her opponents into a bloody wreck, especially the ones who were nearly 
as toned, finely-honed and skilled as she, and leaving them quivering and defenseless on the canvas, her 
standing over them in total conquest at the end. 
For Alia, it was all about winning, and she had no respect for anyone else who might happen to occupy 
the same ring. In fact, she had an out-and-out disdain for everyone she ever laced up the gloves with, 
until her fights with Vivian, and even in those it took a long time for her to accept that there might be 
someone who was every bit her equal. Until then, her only goal was not only to beat an opponent, but 
to embarrass them during the fight and after the fight, and to dominate and humiliate them in any way 
possible ' and that included sexual domination. Her in-ring wins weren't complete unless she had used 
some illegal tactics ' which she didn't need since she outclassed almost all of her opponents ' and her 
bag of "tricks" in the ring was a deep one. And her post-bout "activities" after some of those bouts gave 
Kat's impressions of the "Beast" a completely different connotation. Even with her male partners, she 
had to WIN, and it had little to do with sexual fulfillment and more to do with her hatred of those she 
considered weaker than her. 
Some of that changed during the couple of years that included the three bouts with Vivian, but the 
deep-seated desires still manifested themselves regularly. Popping off to Kathy when they met at the 
heavy bag struck Kat as unusual, but for Alia it was a part of her ' someone had to earn her respect, and 
she could count on one hand those who had managed to earn that respect in her entire life. 
Their needs may have come from different areas, but Kat and Alia both needed to get in the ring as 
quickly as possible. That's why Kathy was speeding through her dressing and preparations, and Alia was 
still pounding the heavy bag ' both waiting for the moment that their flowing juices, both competitive 
and sensual, would turn into volcanoes of passion. 
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Kat was a whirling dervish in the locker room, her heels flying from her feet as she struggled to rip off 
her tight jeans and get into her fighting togs. She was normally the picture of organization, going 
methodically about preparing for her trips into the ring, but right now she wanted to climb through 
those ropes as quickly as possible. 
She ripped off her tank top, her firm tits bouncing as she dug into her equipment bag. She quickly 
decided against the bikini briefs and picked the nice satin white-on-white trunks after seeing Alia in the 
dark ones, knowing they made her look sexy as hell with the way they formed around her pussy and her 
tight ass. And the feeling of the satin rubbing against her mound while they fought ' ohhhhh, it was 
enough to get her crotch flowing wetly even before she got them pulled over her strong thighs. Bending 
over to lace up her white boots, her breasts rubbing against her thighs, added even more to her warm 
feelings, and she found herself hoping that those trunks would be off in a hurry when the punching was 
over. 
She grabbed a pair of white 8-ounce gloves with the heavy Velcro fasteners, figuring they would work 
for this fight, and quickly and expertly wrapped her hands with the wraps and tapes. She'd gotten very 
good at that over the years, good enough to also wrap her gloves with tape without help even while she 
wore them, and as soon as she finished there she grabbed her mouthpiece from her bag and headed out 
the door, slamming it open in her rush to the ring. 
As she speed-walked down the hall toward the small "private" gym ring, she saw Alia already in there 
and saw she'd also changed gloves, donning black ones that also appeared to be 8-ounce. Good for her, 
Kat thought ' enough to provide some protection, but not too much so that their punches wouldn't do 
some damage if they were thrown hard enough. Alia's punches looked plenty hard with those 8-ouncers 
as she pounded the corner pad hard as Kat started climbing the stairs to the ring apron. 
"Hey, easy on the equipment," Kat yelled across the ring as she slipped through the ropes. "I'm 
responsible for the damage, you know." In fact, as the silent but co-owner of the gym, she was, but her 
partner would give her a pass for this one if it means that Kathy had what she would term a "great" 
evening. 
"Then the only thing I'm going to damage is you," Alia said as she turned around and slowly walked 
toward the middle of the ring, Kat following suit. "And you'll be a lot more fun to beat on than the pad 
was." 
"The fun will be all mine," Kat responded in a low voice as she slid in tight to Alia's sweaty body, the two 
of them again face-to-face and the shorter Alia's tits rubbing against the underside of Kat's. It took a 
second for each of them to realize that they were slowly rocking back and forth, their nice breasts 
rubbing back and forth against the other's skin, and each of them slowly moving a thigh forward to rub 
against the other's crotch. 
The heavy breathing only made their chests move even more as they locked eyes ' not difficult, since 
their faces were inches apart. "You better be as good as you claim," Alia hissed, "or I'm going to beat you 
up bad ' and then I'm going to mess you up in so many ways." 
Kat's face was flushed with excitement and her inner thighs were already slick with her own honey 
running down her leg, but her voice was still solid. "Little girl, you are going to be so much fun to take 
apart, and then I'm going to have a lot more fun seeing if that body of yours is as good as I've heard. 
Course, you may not be having nearly as much fun as I will." 
Kat quickly stepped backwards toward her blue corner, watching Alia until her visitor turned her back 
and headed for her own red corner and swung out the metal stool from the corner post, sitting down 
heavily and grabbing a towel from the ropes and drying herself off. "You gonna give me a minute to get 
myself warmed up," Kat yelled across the ring as she swung out her own stool, sitting and draping one 
glove over the ropes. The other glove found its way between her spread thighs, slowly rubbing while she 
watched Alia sitting in the other corner, and seeing a malevolent smile on Alia's face grow as she slowly 
began massaging herself. 
Kat was already hugely wet, and her juices had soaked the crotch of her trunks, so the aroma and just a 
hint of the dampness worked onto her gloves. Good, Kat thought ' now Alia can taste me the first time I 
punch her in the mouth. When she had finished pleasuring herself, at least for the time being, she 
wheeled around on the stool, hiding a smile of her own, and only then noticed that the gym manager 
had left towels, ice, an empty bucket and some water bottles next to each corner in the small gym. 
What a good guy, Kat thought, as she knelt down next to the ropes and hit the automatic timer next to 
the ring. 
A bell sounded, indicating a one-minute break that the two fighters would have at the end of each 
three-minute round. Since Kat hadn't done much loosening up, she quickly began rolling her shoulders 
and her neck, doing some quick stretching from side to side to limber up her abs and obliques, and 
doing a little punching on the corner pad herself. As she got more warmed up even with the short time 
available, she started pounding the pad with hard combinations until she heard the 10-second warning 
buzzer, and turned around only to see Alia already standing near mid-ring, her guard up as she said, 
"Bring it on, bitch." Before Kat could respond, the timer's bell sounded indicating the start of Round 1 
and Alia took two more quick steps forward. Time to bring it on, Kat thought, as she slid to the side out 
of her corner and set up her own guard, ready and waiting for her visiting foe to make the first move.
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Kat figured, with Alia going to all the trouble of coming here, she'd be overanxious and wanting to press 
the fight early. So after sliding of her corner and avoiding being trapped early, she claimed mid-ring, 
holding her gloves high in a defensive position, and watched Alia's reaction as Kat pistoned out a couple 
of quick jabs to get rid of her own nervousness. 
Kat found out quickly how active Alia wanted to be, as the shorter brunette dodged Kat's second jab and 
planted a hard right hook under Kat's left ribs. The punch stung, but instead of leaning over Kat leaned 
back ' a good thing, since she saw Alia's black gloves whistle by in front of her face as she swung wild 
follow-ups with both hands. 
She's got fast hands, I'll give her that, but now it's my turn, Kat thought, as she feinted a jab and 
slammed Alia's temple with a hard right cross, sending her sweat flying up into the lights over the ring. 
Alia took a couple of quick steps back, but caught herself and danced away. "Pretty good shot, muscles," 
she hissed, "but I hope that ain't all you got." 
"Bring your ass in here and let's find out," Kat said, waving Alia in with her left glove, her right hand 
cocked and ready to deliver again. Alia took the bait, but before Kat could unload with the right her 
visitor split her gloves with a hard jab that popped Kat in the nose, flattening it on her face. The shot 
stung and Kat saw stars for a second, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, and again leaning back just 
in time to avoid another big right hand from Alia, her glove whistling by in front of Kat's face. That's two 
shots I'm glad I didn't take, Kat thought. 
Figuring it might be a good idea to circle and stay away from that right hand, Kat started dancing, 
watching Alia in a classic boxer's stance and trying to cut the ring off again. Kat popped out a couple of 
jabs, then doubled up again with the jab, pounding Alia's gloves back into her own face. A last two-jab 
spurt both split her gloves and popped her nose, snapping Alia's head back once again ' but the 
brunette kept slowly coming forward. 
Kat parried Alia's jab and then saw the muscles in her right arm twitch ' a sign she was loading up for 
another big right hand. This time, though, Kat bent her larger body over and ducked under the punch, 
and saw the entire right side of Alia's body wide open ' exactly what she'd been looking for to deliver 
her best punch. 
Kat pivoted on her left foot and slammed a left hook right into Alia's midsection, feeling her glove dig 
deep, and quickly followed with her right, an uppercut that brushed right between Alia's solid titties and 
landed flush on her chin. Saliva flew up from Alia's mouth as her head flew back and a loud "unhhhh" 
came from her mouth, and she staggered back into the ropes. 
Kat moved in, thinking she may end this one early, but Alia expertly worked her arms inside and grabbed 
Kat around the waist in a hard clinch, leaving Kat without any targets except to flail away at her sides 
and do little damage. It was an expertly locked-in clinch, Kat thought ' she's been well trained by 
someone. 
"Hope that's not all you got, girl," Kat hissed as the fighters had their chins on each other's shoulders. 
"Just getting warmed up, bitch," Alia shot back, and suddenly moved her body back against the ropes, 
clearing punching room, and drilled her right-hand uppercut right under Kat's left breast. The shorter 
fighter had good leverage on the punch, and it slammed deep into the soft flesh ' about the only soft 
spot on Kathy's incredible body. 
"Ooooowwwww," Kat screamed, reaching in with her left glove to cradle her boob, and Alia quickly 
doubled up with another pair of right hands, quick crosses that slammed into Kat's temple and rocked 
her backwards. Now it was Kat's turn to have her back against the ropes, leaning back heavily to try to 
avoid Alia's approach. 
Kat was covering, gloves hiding her face and arms and elbows trying to cover her body as Alia bored in, 
using her shorter stature to stay close and bouncing hard body shots off kat's arms as she tried to get 
through the guard, and then punishing Kat's sides with hooks that dug into her obliques. Despite her 
perceived strength advantage, Kat realized that Alia was plenty strong, too, and Kat had trouble getting 
any leverage against her shorter foe. Kat, though, was finally able to take advantage of Alia's wide hooks 
and managed to step off the ropes, cutting down distance between the two and using her arms to pin 
Alia's and clinch hard. 
"You hurtin' already, huh," Alia hissed into Kat's ear as the two were locked tight. "I'm gonna make you 
hurt a lot more when I work those tits over." Kat felt Alia twisting in the clinch and preparing to attack 
her body as soon as she could get punching room, but the twisting was creating friction between their 
bodies and it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. With Kat bent slightly over to hold the clinch, their tits 
rubbed hard against each other, and Kat could feel Alia's nipples hard as rocks as they poked into the 
soft underside of Kat's tits ' and Kat knew Alia was also getting a feel of Kat's own nipples which she was 
sure were like wine corks. But after what seemed like only a few seconds but must have been longer, 
Kat decided it was time to get out of range and start sticking and moving, and before Alia could do any 
other damage Kat let go with her arms and backed up, dancing away. 
Kat began bobbing in and out, keeping her head movement going Joe Frazier-like, making it more 
difficult for Alia to aim at. That constant movement also helped Kat load up the jab, which she flicked 
out rapidly into the brunette's gloves, pushing them back into her face and trying to wipe the grin that 
Alia had been sporting ever since nailing Kat with her signature right hands. 
Moments later, Alia stepped back into range, her right hand up around her face and her left hand down, 
and put her weight on her left foot, dipping to unleash a hook. Kat took a half-step back, a move that 
unhinged Alia's release as she hesitated, knowing her hook would either miss or land with no force. Kat 
quickly shot a lead right off her forehead and followed with a left hook that ripped across Alia's chin, 
twisting her head to the side and causing saliva to fly from her mouth. 
Kat could already see that her quickness, honed in all those underground fights when getting hit bare-
knuckle could do big damage, was making Alia miss, knowing that the shorter fighter wanted to load up 
the right hand, and Kat started shooting pin-pricking jabs aimed at Alia's forehead and eyes. Kat kept her 
right hand high to ward off any jabs, and was starting to punish Alia with the jabs of her own ' an 
audible "pop ' pop ' pop" echoing in the gym every time her jab would pound into Alia's face and blunt 
her efforts to move inside. 
Those jabs were also causing Alia's cheeks and forehead to redden and eyes to swell slightly already, but 
Kat got too content as she popped out the jab and suddenly Alia parried one of those jabs aside, 
stepped inside and swung a big left hook that slammed into Kat's waistband just below her abs. Kat was 
plenty strong there, but she was surprised again by the strength of her surprising foe, and grunted 
loudly as the hook connected. Before Kat could cover up, Alia swung her right glove and dug it into the 
same spot, this one a couple of inches below the thick white waistband of Kat's tight and rapidly 
dampening ' from sweat and pussy juice ' trunks. 
"Unhhhhhh ' ugghhhhh" Kat moaned as Alia's two shots pounded home, and she bent over almost 
double. Had she not been working on strengthening her abs for so long, Kat might have been on the 
canvas, struggling for breath. As it was, the force of the two blows knocked her two steps back into a 
neutral corner, and Alia was on her in a flash. 
Kat kept her gloves at her temples and elbows pinched in as Alia loaded up and threw a barrage of 
punches that made big, banging "whack" sounds that echoed off the gym walls. But they mostly hit off 
Kat's arms and gloves as she expertly covered up again, the punches not doing much damage, and she 
was clinching and expertly pinning Alia's arms when the timer went off ending the first round. 
Kat held the clinch a little longer than necessary, and Alia felt her moving her chest from side to side, 
rubbing against her breasts again, and she noticed that Alia's nipples were hard as rocks. She's enjoying 
this as much as I am, Kat thought ' she enjoyed getting me in the corner and going to work, and Kat 
added a mental note that she didn't need to let her shorter opponent have any more chances to corner 
her. But if I corner her, Kat thought, that's another story. Kat swung the metal stool built into the ring 
post out, taking out her mouthpiece and sitting heavily while she tried to get her rapidly-panting breath 
under control. 
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Alia in fact was enjoying being in the ring with such a hard-bodied opponent. It was so much better to 
pound her fist into hard muscle than some of the pudgy fighters she'd battled during her career ' and 
Kat had plenty of muscle to go around. Oh, what a pleasure it's going to be to turn all that muscle into 
bruised, raw skin, Alia thought, and she instinctively banged her gloves together, impatient for the 
second round to begin.  
Meanwhile, Kat's dull pain from Alia's boob shot and her punches to her lower abs had started to go 
away before the warning buzzer sounded. She grabbed the water bottle and shot some into her mouth 
and some across her face, letting the cool water run down her fit and curvy body. The break helped Kat 
recover completely, but she was already figuring she couldn't stand in and let the brunette pound away 
' the "little girl" that she had taunted was plenty strong and knew how to use her body to get the most 
force possible behind her punches. 
Those thoughts didn't change when the timer went off for round two, and almost before Kat could 
swing the stool back out of the way, Alia was on top of her and unloading big shots, anxious to add to 
her advantage from late in the first round. But she was overanxious, and Kat was able to duck under 
most of her looping head shots, countering a couple of times with quick left-right blows to Alia's body as 
a penalty for her misses upstairs. Kat could hear the gasps of breath when her body shots pounded 
home, testing Alia's hard abs, but was content to stick and move back out of range in an attempt to 
control the tempo. 
Alia was still controlling mid-ring and again started crowding forward, pushing hard to get under Kat's 
guard, but Kat was able to dip down and take Alia's lead body shots on her elbows. But her crowding 
with her shoulder kept nudging Kathy off balance and made it more difficult for her to jab her way out of 
trouble. 
Most of the round continued in that manner ' Alia trying to bull forward and push Kat against the 
ropes, and Kat bouncing jabs off Alia's head and eyes and circling away. Kat's solid jabs found their 
target more often than not, and she could see the damage they were starting to do on the brunette's 
fair skin ' swelling now noticeable above both eyes, redness below and a trickle of blood beginning to 
drip from Alia's nose. 
Alia realized that Kat would be able to pick her apart if she stayed back, but her keen boxer's intuition 
told her to be patient and her opportunity would come quickly. And it did. 
Kat was content to jab away late in the round and keep doing damage to Alia's eyes, one of which was 
halfway closed already ' that is, until Alia feinted another low push forward and Kat instinctively 
dropped her left toward Alia's head. Alia quickly ripped a roundhouse right over the top that clipped Kat 
right on the point of the chin, catching her off balance and putting her back on her round butt near the 
ropes. 
Stunned more than anything, Kat started to get up before noticing that Alia hadn't backed up to a 
neutral corner with the knockdown. Instead, she was standing over Kat, an evil smile on her face and her 
gloves low and ready to do more damage ' as was her mouth. "Just stay down, muscle bound, and you'll 
save yourself a lot of pain," Alia yelled. "Either that, or I'm going to have fun taking my time and fucking 
you up good." 
Kat wasn't hurt, and thought to herself, "so that's the way you want to do this, huh?" as she half-
scrambled away as she stood up to get herself clear. Alia gave chase, but was again overanxious to 
continue her onslaught and Kat was able to pick off the wild lefts and rights aimed at her head and soon 
responded with the renewal of that stiff left jab. Suddenly, a following right cross slammed right into 
Alia's cheek right at the bell, and Alia blinked and shook her head hard as she turned to go to her corner. 
Kat did the same and took a seat. The knockdown hadn't hurt her, just a momentary stun, and she 
actually felt good with the way she'd come back and gotten in some good shots at the end. She looked 
across the ring and saw Alia already breathing heavily, having exerted a lot of energy with her wild 
punches, and thought she could take advantage of that soon. 
Kat was pretty much unmarked through the first two rounds, and despite the knockdown she felt good 
' better than good, actually. She was nice and loose, had a good sweat going and her crotch was wet 
enough that it was soaking through her tight white trunks. Just like she did before the first round, Kat 
started sliding her left glove up and down against those damp trunks, loading up her white glove with 
her personal fluids and smells. Gonna stick this glove right on her nose, Kat thought, and see how the 
little dark-haired minx reacts. 
Things were churning in Alia's corner, too. Her face may have begun puffing up with all the shots that 
the taller Kat had bounced off those eyes and cheekbones, but her crotch was more than ready for 
action. Going up against a bigger fighter like Kathy would have gotten her going under just about any 
conditions, but Kat's incredibly muscular and toned body ' and the feeling Alia got when her gloves 
punched that body ' had her loins stirred from the time the Kat walked over to her near the heavy bags. 
And now that she was in the ring with her ' well, it wasn't just the exertion of the bout that had her 
breathing hard. 
Both fighters had used the water bottles to squirt onto their heads to cool them down, and both were 
wet with a combination of water and sweat when the 10-second warning buzzer sounded and they got 
to their feet, swinging the stools back and popping the mouthpieces in as they eyed each other from 
their respective corners. "You ready for me to beat on you some more, little girl?," Kat yelled across the 
ring, her voice echoing against the gym walls. "Keep thinking that, bitch," Alia quickly responded, 
slamming her gloves together just as the bell sounded for the third round. 
This time, both boxers were a little more cautious, settling into solid defensive stances and Kat's stiff left 
jab doubling up as it pounded, "POP ' POP ' POP" into Alia's highly-held gloves and arms. Some of 
them split Alia's black gloves and landed hard on her nose and the bridge between her eyes, and Kat 
could see her blink with every shot that got through. 
Alia knew she couldn't sit back and eat Kathy's jabs for very long, so she soon did something she'd been 
schooled to do to change the pace of a fight. She switched to a southpaw stance, aiming her right 
shoulder at Kat and making her head a more difficult target for Kat's piston-like left. My right's also a lot 
closer to her, Alia thought, and she's not going to dodge and parry it nearly as easily. 
Alia started chopping out right-hand jabs of her own, with some power behind them, and they shot past 
Kat's left guard more often than not as the taller fighter tried to solve Alia's new stance. Alia was getting 
off first on every exchange now, almost every one with a right lead, and it was now Kat's face that was 
starting to turn red from the leather ripping across her skin and eyelids. And most of Kat's counters were 
either blocked or thudded off Alia's back as she was turned almost parallel to her opponent. 
Midway through the round Alia saw that Kat was expecting another jab, and Alia dipped her right 
shoulder, stepped inside with her right foot between Kat's feet and almost picked her up with a tight 
right uppercut. She quickly followed with an arcing left hand over the top, slamming directly into Kat's 
right eye. Kat saw stars and she quickly backed up, but Alia followed her inside, leading with her right 
shoulder and dropped another snapping left hook to Kat's jaw, feeling Kat's body shiver and seeing her 
sweat fly from the force of the blow. 
With Alia's more compact body and tighter setup, the short, snug southpaw slugging was working ' she 
was able to smother much of Kat's open attack as the taller fighter tried to back up and clear long-range 
punching room, while getting in her own short, chopping left hands. She could tell she had Kat 
uncertain, and even though Kat slammed her a couple of times with a right hand to her open side, Alia 
figured she'd be able to wear her bigger opponent down pretty soon. 
Kat was still popping out her left jab late in the round, but Alia was able to pick it off with her right glove 
or slip the punch with her head movement almost every time ' and answered with more right hands to 
Kat's face. Kat tried to follow with more big right hands after those left leads, but Alia had wised up to 
that and consistently ducked backwards away from those ' and one time caught Kat napping and 
slammed a left hook over the top and into Kat's right eye. 
Kat looked frustrated when the bell sounded to end the third round, and rubbed her glove across her 
face as she stepped toward her corner and saw the blood that was trickling out of her nose from one of 
Alia's straight right hands. She could also feel the first signs of puffiness around her eyes as she grabbed 
a water bottle and sat down heavily, again squirting water over her head before grabbing another ice 
chunk and holding it against her forehead. 
When Kat looked across the ring, she saw Alia and saw that her visitor was leaning against the ropes, not 
bothering to sit down between the rounds. Instead, Alia had her arms draped across the top rope and 
was leaning against them, her legs slightly spread and her dark ponytail hanging down over one 
shoulder. She had sprayed her body with the water bottle and the moisture glistened, and Kat's first 
thought was how damn sexy she looked ' now all she had to do was figure a way to put that sexy body 
on the canvas. 
The voice brought Kat back to focus. "Hope you're not ready to quit yet," Alia yelled across the ring 
while she leaned back against the pad, "'cause I really want to fuck you up some more before I put you 
down for good. Damn shame, too ' I was really hoping you'd put up a fight, but I guess I shouldn't have 
expected much from a gym fighter." 
Normally words didn't bother Kat too much, but the tone of Alia's mocking started getting under Kat's 
skin. This was MY gym, damnit, she thought, and the little minx is going to have to come up with a whole 
lot more if she's going to stay with me. Kat squeezed her mouthpiece hard in her glove, washing her 
body and the mouthpiece with the water bottle just before the warning buzzer sounded, and she was 
off her stool in a flash. It was her round to do damage this time, she thought, as she was a couple of 
steps from her corner when the bell sounded. Alia was still leaning against the ropes, almost laughing at 
Kat at the "DING, DING" for Round 4. 
Kat was moving more quickly as she moved straight at her shorter foe, thinking for a second she may 
even be able to keep her near the corner before Alia danced quickly away, the big grin still on her face 
and showing her white mouthpiece as she went back to the southpaw stance and again popped out 
quick right-hand leads. This time, though, Kat was ready for them and most of them were picked off by 
Kat's left glove ' the same glove she began to feint with to gauge Alia's reaction after blocking her right 
leads. The pace was noticeably slower as Alia's rights shot out with less and less frequency and Kat was 
content to take her time, slow-playing her opponent as she recovered her strength from the previous 
round. 
But Kat became too focused on Alia's highly-held right hand, and a split-second after she'd batted away 
another lead right ' UUUNNNNGGGHHH! Alia had pivoted and dug a power-packed left hook right into 
Kat's solar plexus. Kat could feel her whole body tense up and her lungs straining to replace air as she 
half-doubled over and took two instinctive steps back, quickly feeling the ropes against her back. 
Alia was on top of her in a flash, throwing caution to the winds and raining in wide left and right hooks 
as Kat covered up. But Kat's defense was solid, and since Alia was somewhere between conventional 
and southpaw, she didn't have control on either and eventually leaned into Kat's body to try to muscle 
her guard arms and gloves out of the way. 
That's what Kat was waiting for, and the taller fighter quickly wrapped her strong arms around Alia's and 
used her leverage to swing her around. Suddenly it was Alia against the ropes and Kat had her arms on 
the outside, staying close to constrict Alia's punching room and alternating hammering her sides when 
her gloves were low and popping her temples when her gloves were high. 
Alia was caught off-guard by the sudden change in momentum and was having trouble picking off Kat's 
shots. After taking several of those ' Kat had worked the right side of her head next to Alia's and was 
pounding the other side of Alia's head with her right hand over and over, with her pinned head a 
stationary target ' Alia grabbed Kat's arms and pulled her into a tight clinch as the two swayed against 
the ropes. Kat struggled to get her arms free and landed a couple more shots before Alia was able to pin 
them together again. 
"Thought you said you were here for a beating," Kat almost whispered in the clinch. "Just let go and I'll 
keep giving you one." 
Alia tried to club Kat with another hammering right jab to the face while in the clinch, but she saw Kat's 
left hand pop clean and she jerked her right back up high to defend. But that was Kat's idea all along ' 
and as soon as Alia brought her hands to her head, Kat turned her body and slammed her own right 
hand hard just below the waistband of Alia's jet-black trunks. 
"OOOOFFFFF!," Alia spat out as her air rushed from her body, bending over with the impact and 
instinctively grabbing Kat around the waist as the taller fighter clubbed her head with both of her flying 
gloves before she suddenly backed off and walked to her corner. 
Alia hadn't even heard the bell, despite the empty gym and the sound that had reverberated around, 
and she was temporarily stunned before she trudged slowly back to her corner, her back to Kat as she 
leaned over and pulled the stool out, flopping down heavily and reaching to grab water, ice, towels, 
whatever her glove could reach without her having to move much. 
Kat thought about returning the taunt and standing between rounds, but she figured she'd save her 
energy for some more pounding punches and quickly sat down, a smile on her face as she grabbed the 
water bottle and drank heavily this time. She knew she'd gotten Alia's attention in that round, and now 
she planned to take her time, picking her apart with the jab again while dropping her own right hands 
when the opportunity presented itself. 
That opportunity came very quickly after the bell for Round 5, when Alia came back out in a 
conventional stance and tried to double up with the jab. Kat slipped to her right to dodge the second, 
and countered by slamming her right into Alia's obliques, feeling her twist against the shot. Quickly she 
pounded a left-right-left series all into Alia's body, and when Alia's elbows dropped to cover Kat twisted 
to get as much power as she could and launched a right that crashed into Alia's left eyelid. 
Blood instantly spurted out from the earlier swelling, making a line on Kat's white glove as Alia reeled 
and went down on her right knee, her left instinctively coming up to cover her eye. Kat thought she was 
going to go down to her side, but Alia balanced herself and shook her head to clear the cobwebs while 
she rubbed the left side of her head, feeling the blood that was trickling down her face now that Kat had 
opened her eye up. 
Kat started to step back to a neutral corner, but then remembered that Alia had stayed right on top of 
her earlier after the early knockdown. So instead of moving back, Kat moved forward until only inches 
separated the two ' at which point she grabbed Alia behind the head with one glove and pulled her 
face into Kat's white, sweaty and juicy trunks for a quick second or two. 
"Just a little preview of what's to come," Kat yelled before Alia grabbed Kat's glove and jerked it away, 
sliding back a few feet across the canvas, eventually getting to her feet and eyeing Kat as she collected 
herself and got into a tight defensive stance. 
Kat had a malevolent grin on her face as she slowly stepped forward, now the aggressor and determined 
to bounce her foe off the canvas a few more times. Maybe it was the sight of Alia's blood, or maybe it 
was knowing that Alia's attack was going to be lessened since she had to protect that cut, or maybe it 
was the fact that she'd now embarrassed Alia a little with her pussy-punch to her face ' whatever it 
was, Kat felt a rush of energy and a feeling of empowerment. She kept the jab working, her hands 
seemingly quicker than Alia's now as her left began popping across Alia's eyes and nose, and she was 
also stepping in and chipping away with overhand right crosses that kept popping into Alia's left cheek 
and jaw every time she tried to load up her left hand. 
Kat's quick shots weren't hard, but they were hard enough to keep Alia off balance, and she was ready 
when Alia tried to lash out in desperation. She did that a couple of times, and Kat easily dodged those 
and made her pay with quick left-right combos that, along with the rat-a-tat of her jabs was turning 
Alia's face into a puffy mess. 
Eventually, Kat stood flat-footed with her weight forward, chopping both hands to Alia's head, watching 
her eyes blink as she was being punished and was slowly backing into her own corner pad. Kat had 
pretty much discarded any semblance of defense and kept raining lefts and rights against Alia's steadily-
slowing guard. 
When Alia felt the ropes against her back, she tried to counter and escape with a sailing left hook, but 
Kat saw it coming and leaned back as it sailed by. As her weight came back forward and Alia was still off 
balance from the wild left, leaning away from the corner, Kat pivoted her way into a big right-hand 
counter that clipped the shorter fighter perfectly on the chin. Alia went crashing down on all fours right 
at Kat's feet, and Kat let out an involuntary "YES!" and raised her gloves to an imaginary crowd, her fists 
having pounded her opponent into what she thought might be submission. 
Kat instinctively stepped back to go to a neutral corner before remembering that there was no referee, 
and only took two steps back to assess the damage she'd inflicted. She saw the blood dropping both 
from Alia's nose and the cut over her left eye and watched as Alia grabbed for the ropes to help her 
stand up. Kat didn't know how long it took, but she was mesmerized at watching her opponent flail 
against the ropes and struggle to rise, and watching her struggles sent a new wave of sensual heat 
through Kat's body. She had Alia in trouble and she knew it, and she thought it wouldn't be long before 
Alia was down for good ' and she'd be able to take advantage of her in a different way. 
Alia finally pulled herself upright, but was still leaning against the pad and had her arms around herself 
cocoon-like as Kat waded in again. But the excitement had Kat overanxious and her shots were wild and 
mostly pounded off Alia's tightly-clinched arms and gloves until the "DING, DING" came from the timer 
to end Round 5. 
Kat backed off, walking backwards and grinning through her mouthpiece as Alia slowly unfolded and 
with great effort swung her stool out, plopping down heavily and leaning over for the water bottle to try 
to some way refresh herself. Kat finally made it back to her own corner, and as she swung her own stool 
out she realized how tired her muscular arms were ' she'd thrown so many punches and missed with so 
many that her powerful upper body felt drained. She quickly leaned back against the pad and drank in as 
much air into her lungs as she could, trying herself to recover as she turned a water bottle upside down 
and poured it all over her own head and shoulders. 
Alia knew she was in trouble and would have to come up with something to even up the fight as she 
struggled to revive herself ' and she had an idea how she could do that if she got the chance. And just 
that thought was enough to give her a boost of energy, enough that she at least felt like standing when 
the warning buzzer sounded. 
Kat spent the entire break between rounds rolling her shoulders and trying to relax her big arms, the 
ones that had punched and punished Alia so much one round earlier. She thought that her smaller 
opponent was on her last legs, and that it wouldn't take very many more good shots before she'd be 
finished, and Kathy was the picture of confidence as she stood before the warning buzzer, pounding her 
gloves together and ready to dish out more punishment and almost bolting across the ring when the bell 
began Round 6. 
Alia only took a couple of steps from her own corner before Kat was right in front of her, and had 
already started shooting out measured hooks to both sides of Alia's head and aiming at her swollen 
eyes, which Alia tried to cover with her gloves. Even with her pacing her shots, though, Kat showed no 
semblance of defense, thinking her wavering opponent had little left that could hurt her. 
That proved to be a mistake, when Alia ducked under Kat's wide-swinging right cross and quickly 
brought her own right up, putting all her energy into a crossing uppercut that slammed hard into Kat's 
right breast. "AAAAHHHHH!," a quick squeal of pain escaped Kat's lips as her body was frozen for a half-
second with the sudden agony in her tit. 
Alia didn't hesitate, swinging her left up hard in a carbon-copy blow that crushed into Kat's left orb, 
sending a shudder through Kat's body all over again. "OOOWWWWW!!!," Kat screamed in pain, 
wrapping her arms and gloves around her chest and backpedaling as fast as her now-shaking legs could 
go. The agony was plain on Kathy's face as she reached the ropes and bent over to cover her chest as 
much as possible. 
Alia was on top of her in a flash and began pounding Kat's open head as the bigger fighter was still 
protecting her tits, and some of Alia's shots hit flush. Kat was doing her best to bob and weave, but one 
of Alia's straight left hands ripped across her already-swollen right eye and opened a gash on the eyelid, 
blood immediately streaming down into her eye and next to her nose ' the same nose that got caught 
with a right hand and started bleeding once again. 
It was target practice for Alia for a few seconds before Kat raised her gloves around her face, while doing 
her best to keep her elbows tucked in and defend the front of her body that was still raging with pain 
from the two tit shots. Alia's red gloves were spotted with blood now, much like Kat's were in the 
previous round, as she began alternating head shots with brutal hooks to Kat's sides where her arms 
couldn't defend. 
Kat was in trouble against the ropes ' she was used to being the aggressor in most of her fights, but she 
hadn't expected Alia's punches to her chest ' but her instincts picked up on Alia's punching pattern ' 
two head shots, two shots to her sides and leaving herself open when she punched Kat's obliques. Alia 
had a smile on her face, too, so Kat knew she wasn't ready for a counter, and the next time Alia moved 
low Kat leaned to her right, blocked Alia's body punch and nailed the shorter fighter under the jaw with 
a hard right uppercut that started only inches off the canvas. 
All Alia saw for a few seconds were the overhead lights of the ring and her own sweat flying up into the 
lights, as she staggered back with arms flailing before stopping at mid-ring and shaking her head 
violently to clear the cobwebs and get rid of the stars she was seeing. Kat was still hurting from the chest 
shots and was slow to follow, and the two stunned fighters began circling slowly at mid-ring, both trying 
to recover fully. 
"I'm going to get you for the tit shots, you little bitch," Kat almost spat out. 
"Well, why don't we try some more?," Alia shot back, while also shooting a right lead aimed directly at 
Kat's left breast. This time, though, Kat was ready, turning and using her strong left bicep to absorb the 
blow ' and quickly swinging her upper body back and drilling Alia's wide-open face with a powerful 
straight right hand that caused blood and sweat to fly again. Alia's knees shook and she desperately 
tried to cover and tried to grab Kat's arms, but missed and Kat used her arm to push Alia back into the 
ropes again where she smashed her open abdomen with four quick left-right-left-right jackhammers. 
As Alia bent over again, it was Kat's turn to drill her head, knocking it from side to side as she felt her 
gloves starting to have serious impacts to Alia's cheeks and temples. Over the next 20 seconds the 
smaller fighter took a pounding around her head and face as Kat's gloves pistoned punch after punch, 
Alia's defense quickly wore down and Kat's gloves were turning maroon again from the blood seeping 
from over her eyes and her nose. 
Just when Kat was wondering what was holding her opponent up, one last crushing right turned Alia's 
legs to jelly and she went down hard on her right side into the lower rope ' Kat's last right having 
almost knocked her out of the ring. 
This time Kat did back off a few steps, but she never took her eyes off Alia as she rolled onto her back 
next to the ropes, her eyes glazed but her gloves and arms already reaching for one of the ropes, 
instinctively trying to grab them and pull herself back up. Before she could do that, though, Kat stepped 
back close and reached down, grabbing the front of Alia's black trunks with her glove thumb and quickly 
jerking them down her legs, wiggling them all the way off and leaving her nude on the canvas except for 
gloves and boots. 
Kat stepped back again, putting Alia's trunks up to her face and feeling and smelling the satin which was 
now covered with sweat, blood and Alia's feminine juices, before tossing them over the ropes and 
standing cockily, one hip cocked and her gloves on her hips as she watched her downed opponent 
struggle to her feet. 
"Why don't you just stay down and I'll show you how much fun a knockout can be?," Kat shouted at Alia, 
who now had both gloves wrapped around a rope and her now-naked body pulled up into a sitting 
position. 
"Fuck you," Alia struggled in a voice just above a whisper as she began hauling herself up, finally getting 
to her knees and getting one foot under her. 
"That'll come later," Kat said, a malevolent grin back on her face. "Right now, I'm going to beat you up 
some more." 
No sooner than Alia had risen from her one knee and was haltingly standing, Kat moved back in and 
continued her assault, determined to put Alia back down for good as quickly as possible while both still 
had enough stamina for some post-knockout "action." But Alia lurched forward and again grabbed Kat 
around the waist, looking like she was about to tackle her, and the two pushed their way around the 
ring for a few seconds before the bell sounded ending the sixth round. 
Kat pushed Alia in the general direction of her corner and watched her lurch her way there, Kat backing 
up slowly as Alia swung out her stool and nearly collapsed onto it, her arms hanging at her sides and not 
moving much. Kat didn't know if her opponent was going to make it back out for another round, and as 
she worked her way onto her stool she was both happy that she'd decimated her opponent and angry 
that maybe her punching fun was over for the evening. She hoped there would be more "fun" still to 
come, of course, but she'd waited so long for a good opponent that she didn't want it to end after only 
six rounds. 
But first things first ' she needed to recover some herself, and she quickly used a glove to grab two 
more large pieces of ice and used her gloves to massage her breasts with the ice, trying to relieve the 
pain and soreness from Alia's hard tit shots. The ice made her moan loudly as she rubbed it across her 
reddened breasts and hard nipples, and also gave her an instant surge of energy ' enough that she held 
the ice against her for most of the break between rounds, the melting ice running down her body. 
Just before the warning buzzer, she grabbed the water bottle and drank heavily, pouring some over her 
head and quickly toweling off, and when she wiped her face she looked across the ring and saw Alia 
doing the same thing with the bottle ' pouring it on her head and across her chest, and with her now 
naked the water covered her body. She was shaking her head and hair to get rid of the water, and in 
Kat's eye it certainly looked like she was preparing for another round. Kat couldn't help but be 
impressed by Alia's determination ' not only was she outweighed by maybe 30 pounds, she'd also taken 
a good beating from Kat's fists for a couple of rounds. But after the warning buzzer, Alia was up, sliding 
her stool back and turning to face Kat with her gloves high ' and, shockingly, she was waving Kat in with 
one glove, almost taunting her with a "bring it on, bitch" look.  
Good for her, Kat thought ' and good for me, too. A few more rounds of fun, and Kathy had a grin on 
her face when the Round 7 bell sounded, one that grew even bigger when Alia stepped out from her 
corner. Alia had already planned to get on the bicycle and stay away from Kat for at least a while, get 
her wind and the rest of her bearing back, but when Kat unhurriedly walked out instead of charging to 
continue her assault, Alia was glad for at least the brief break. She began circling right, staying away 
from Kat's right hand and also trying to cover up the many places on her face that could burst into 
bleeding skin at any time. She'd done her best in the corner with the ice and towels to stop the flow, but 
that wouldn't last long of Kat's leather kept popping her. 
Kat slowly began to stalk her smaller opponent, who to her credit was popping out jabs as she circled ' 
stiff enough jabs to push Kat's guard back into her face, before Alia would step out of range again and 
keep circling. The couple of times early in the round that Kat pressed forward, cutting off the ring, Alia 
would stick a glove into Kat's face and use the other glove to push her shoulder away and either dance 
to the other side or back-pedal furiously. She'd been well trained to take care of herself when she was in 
trouble, Kat thought, but not it was time for her to take control again. 
Kat began popping jabs of her own as she slide-stepped quickly forward, flicking it at Alia's swollen face 
and getting enough of them through to start creating problems again for Kat's visiting opponent. It 
didn't take long for Alia's nose to start dripping blood again, and the constant "BAP .. BAP ' BAP ' BAP" 
against her eyes and eyelids started the swelling all over again. 
Kat could also tell that Alia's response time to her shots was slowing and her counters were not as crisp, 
and soon she began following up those jabs with sharp right crosses ' many of which banged off Alia's 
left cheek and chin and shook her enough so that sweat flew off her head with each contact. Suddenly, 
Kat brought one of those rights up high before Alia could raise her guard, ripping across her left eyelid 
and opening up the swollen area so that blood started running down both sides of Alia's left eye. 
The blood flow, which made Alia constantly blink and rub her eye with the heel of her glove to clear her 
vision, apparently gave Alia a feeling of desperation. She suddenly began bulling her way right into Kat's 
body, trying to attack inside and create some open body shots, and was able to crack one hard uppercut 
through Kat's gloves that made Kat's head fly back and caused her to step back for a moment. But Kat 
was able to smother everything else with a quick clinch, and as she held the clinch with her left hand, 
her right began pounding Alia's left side and she could feel "whoofs" of air coming from around Alia's 
mouthpiece every time her heavy right hand would slam into the shorter fighter's obliques. 
In that clinch, Alia's head was resting on Kat's shoulder, and Kat could feel the blood coming from her 
nose and eye now dripping onto Kat's shoulder, and starting to run down her body between her breasts. 
Having someone's blood ' or even her own blood ' slowly running down her skin wasn't anything 
unusual for Kat ' anyone who's been boxing as long as her has felt that from both sides ' but for some 
reason the slowly-dripping blood added to her excitement this time as it ran down her sweaty abdomen 
and started staining her crisp white trunks. 
.Almost on cue, Kat quickly rolled her shoulders, backing one away and leaving Alia's head hanging, and 
instantly powered a hard right uppercut straight up into her unprotected face. Kat could feel Alia's nose 
almost collapsing on itself as her glove enveloped it and smashed it flat, sending Alia's head rocking 
backwards while sweat flew into the lights again and blood came streaming out of both nostrils. As Alia 
staggered back, another Kat right slammed into her eyelid, hissing as it raked across the raw and bloody 
skin, increasing the bleeding over her eye. 
Alia brought her right hand up directly in front of her face, both as a defense and to use the thumb to try 
to clear the blood, desperate both for vision and to protect the area from further damage. Gamely, Alia 
kept pushing out her left hand and pawing at Kat's head, trying to come up with some kind of offense, 
but Kat began bouncing crosses and uppercuts off Alia's chest, drilling her tits and causing her to yelp in 
pain and go on the retreat once again. 
Kat was in full control and was starting to pick her shots, using a two-handed assault with tightly-
grouped punches at Alia's open midsection. She could feel the energy flowing out of her smaller 
opponent, and for the first time Kat felt that, from the reaction she was feeling when her fists pounded 
deep into Alia's flesh, she was set up for a knockout in short order. 
"Just fall down and I won't have to hurt you anymore," Kat hissed as yet another left-right thundered in 
where Alia's waistband would have been if she still had her trunks. 
The two were at mid-ring when Kat slipped a slow jab and took a follow-up right hand directly into her 
abs that had almost no steam on it. She was still trying to nail me, Kat thought ' she's got some fight 
still in her, but not enough to stop Kat from bodying up on her and muscling her to the ropes. Once 
there, Kat pushed off and dug two left hooks into her right side ' still and open area since Alia had to 
keep her right hand high to protect her eye and nose. Kat could feel her white gloves sinking in ' just 
like punching the heavy bag in the gym, and she followed by shifting her weight once again and digging 
right hands into the other side of a body that was fast becoming a mass of red, black and blue. 
Alia sat in the ropes and tried to huddle forward, but when she did Kat put her left arm under hers and 
stacked her back up high. Stackin' and packin', that's what they called it out in the regular part of the 
gym, and it opened up Alia's body again for more lefts and rights ' a couple of them digging directly 
under her rib cage, and some others slamming in just above her wet pussy. In both places, Kat felt the 
convulsion in Alia's insides when they hammered home, and another uppercut slammed into her solar 
plexus and drew a retching sound as the bell rang from the time to end the seventh round. 
Alia crashed to her hands and knees with that last body blow, and half-crawled, half-walked to her 
corner. Kat took her corner seat and watched, again not knowing if Alia was going to be back out for 
another round ' and thinking if she did, Kat was going to make sure she wasn't around for the end of it. 
Alia didn't even have the energy to get to a sitting position, and just laid across the stool as she slowly 
squirted water across her face and wherever else she could hit, and slowly wiped the blood, sweat and 
water off with a towel. She then held the towel to her face, trying to stop the bleeding from her nose 
and eye with the pressure and knowing it was going to break back loose just as soon as she either stood 
up or the first time Kat's glove hit her ' which she figured wouldn't be long. But quitting wasn't in her 
makeup, and there was no question in her mind that if she was still conscious, she was going to walk 
back out of her corner and face her opponent as long as she could. 
Kat watched Alia's travails from the other corner, and calmly went through her between-round routine, 
trying to get her breathing regulated and keep her arms and shoulders loose. She'd thrown a ton of 
punches, especially in the last round, and her arm muscles would normally be sore and tired. But the 
excitement of the bout kept her energy at a high level ' she could only imagine the adrenaline that was 
pumping through her as her fists doled out punishment. She couldn't wait for the bell to ring for Round 
8 to do it some more, and as she stood at the warning buzzer and looked at her naked opponent again 
on her feet, Kat lightly stroked her glove across her crotch, pushing the cool satin against her and 
sending a shiver through her body. 
Kat watched Alia slowly rise at the bell. She's game, I'll give her that, Kat thought. Kathy admired 
courage over anything else ' she knew how much courage it took just for fighters to climb into the ring 
in the first place, let alone go through the ropes in a strange place, a private place, and climb in against 
someone of Kat's obvious strength and talent. And Alia had never backed down for a second ' indeed, 
had taken the fight to her at several points in the early rounds ' and just because of that she knew that 
Alia's picture would be on her "private" mural wall along with her more prized opponents. 
But right then, neither fighter could worry about the posting of photos. Kat had a job to do and quickly 
walked toward her struggling foe. Alia's face was a mess and would have been an easy target, but Kat 
wanted to get things near the end with a body attack since that was obviously Alia's proudest part. 
Instead of working the front and the waist where Alia's elbows were clinched to protect, though, Kat 
started pounding behind the elbows, hammering at the ribs and the liver while working Alia's sides and 
obliques. Working the sides left Kat open to a counter attack, but Kat's head movement helped her slip 
Alia's now-slower punches and she stayed within range to bang heavy shots over and over into Alia's 
sides. She could see her wince and hear the "whoooofff" every time her glove dug deep, and sweat was 
pouring off Kat as she kept tensing and firing as hard as she could, leaning into them with everything she 
had left. Her gloves made a "thwap" sound on Alia's skin as they bounced off, and eventually Alia was 
sitting in the ropes, legs trembling and gloves useless at her temples. 
What's holding her up, Kat thought for a second before one of her left hands wedged between Alia's hip 
and lower ribs and Alia lurched that way before crashing to the canvas, her nose and eye rubbing the 
rough canvas material and leaving a blood trail before she rolled on her back. 
Kat stood over the half-conscious Alia and raised her arms toward the ceiling in victory ' until she saw 
Alia shaking her head on the canvas and trying to roll over. Kat thought back to one of the "Rocky" 
movies, one where the title character refused to stay down, and thought that Alia was a lot like that ' 
her body like the proverbial piece of iron. 
Kat backed up, put her gloves on her hips and stood defiantly as Alia fought with her own body enough 
to get to her hands and knees, and then slowly rose ' tottering toward the ropes and finally half-falling 
into a corner, but up and trying to pull her arms up in a defensive stance as the ropes behind her shook 
under her weight. 
Kat moved in, not knowing herself what she was about to do, and had to step back as Alia threw a slow-
motion right hook that found nothing but air, and almost fell again just from the swing. That was when 
Kat took her left forearm and put it under Alia's chin, pinning her against the corner pad and looking 
deep into her almost-swollen-shut eyes. 
Her right glove slid down Alia's blood, spit and sweat-stained torso before coming to rest on her shaved 
mound, and quickly Kat began stroking Alia's soaking-wet crotch with the thumb of her glove. She 
started slowly, but it didn't take long before she was sliding across her hard and fast and as Alia's 
unsteadly legs parted and she put her weight back on the ropes, Kat's glove thumb began penetrating 
into her hot pussy and causing Alia to moan uncontrollably despite the pain she was in. 
Even in her beaten state, it didn't take long for Alia's body to respond and she suddenly orgasmed 
thunderously, her body spasming and almost bouncing on the ropes, her pussy flowing her love juice 
down her legs in a torrent just before her legs gave out and she went to the canvas once again, rolling 
onto her back with a dazed expression on her face. 
Kat again stood over her, thinking to herself that she'd now knocked her out twice with her talented 
fists, and now it was time for Kat to enjoy one more knockout. Kat quickly jerked off her wet white 
trunks, straddled her beaten foe's shoulders, her powerful legs locking Alia in place and her strong body 
towering over the smaller fighter, before she raised up and slowly began teasing Alia's nose and lips with 
light touches from her throbbing mound. 
At first she was worried that Alia was too far gone ' that Kat had done too good a job with her fists and 
left her too beaten ' but soon she felt Alia's strong arms starting to move, the cool leather of her gloves 
starting to hook around Kat's powerful and quivering thighs. She couldn't see any of this ' her face was 
already pointed toward the gym ceiling and her mouth open in the early throes of ecstasy ' but she felt 
Alia pulling Kat's crotch tighter and tighter against her, just before she felt the wetness of Alia's tongue 
lightly running across Kat's clit. The sensation was one that almost sent Kat soaring literally and 
figuratively, knowing that Alia was not only still conscious but also willing to take her on in a brand new 
"bout." 
It was almost too much for Kat to take, as she put her gloves on her hips and began slowly thrusting 
against Alia's face, her tongue just starting to probe inside her and sending Kat into small spasms of 
ecstasy as she felt her own juices beginning to build inside her. Not too quick, Kat thought ' just like in 
the ring, take your time and pick your best shots, and that's what she did as she slowly began riding 
Alia's face. 
For her part, the rest of Alia was a bruised mess, but there was nothing wrong with her tongue as she 
began to thrust back, alternating between running her tongue all around Kat's pussy lips and pushing it 
deep inside her. It was almost as if her tongue hardened, giving Kat's pussy something to lock onto as 
she began riding Alia hard, slamming her wet mound hard enough so that the "squish, squish" noises 
could be heard bouncing off the walls of the gym's "private bout" area. THIS was why we had this part of 
the gym, Kat thought, just before her screams pierced the air and she released a torrent of wetness onto 
Alia's face and collapsed to her knees and elbows, Alia half-drowned under her wet and throbbing 
crotch, before Kat rolled off and was also on her back on the canvas. 
It seemed like only moments later when Kat looked up, noticing that the lights in the private gym were 
out. In the semi-darkness, she realized the gym was deserted ' and Alia was gone. She also realized 
she'd either fallen asleep or passed out, and that she'd been out for at least an hour, maybe two. She 
also felt something wet and sticky on her lips ' something milky. 
As she sat up, she saw her white trunks next to her, and saw a bloody lip print in the middle of the 
crotch ' where Alia's face would have been had she not shed them right after the knockout. Kat also 
realized something was written on them. Alia had left a note ' 
"Hope you enjoyed the little titty suck while you were out," it said. "Figured it's the least I could do, and 
your mouth looked so inviting ' I'll be back for another go at the the title soon and I'll be ready to show 
you what a champ can do. You just keep that gym ready because you won't know when I'm coming." 
No problem there, Kat thought, as she slipped through the ropes and headed for the showers. She 
needed a shower, and she needed to replay that whole bout in her mind as soon as possible, and soon 
after that she needed to get Winnie busy finding Alia and setting up another bout ASAP. Just the 
thought of that made her wet all over again.