Alia vs. Vivian: The Rematch
By Steely Dan, steelydan1923@yahoo.com
Alia and Vivian square off again for the world women's boxing title.

(NOTE: This is a sequel to the "Alia vs. Vivian" story and the "Kayla vs. Dan" story, and combines a 
story with a cyber-boxing bout. If you have not read "Alia vs. Vivian" and "Kayla vs. Dan,' read them 
first in order to understand the characters. And to fully understand Alia, you may want to read 'Alia 
and Anna' first).

It had been seven weeks since Alia's future hopes at another title fight had been realized ' Dan's 
knockout win over Kayla in Vivian's own gym made sure that she would get another shot at the current 
champion. And Alia wasn't about to take this opportunity lightly. 
She had always been in superb shape, ever since she began fighting. But after Vivian had beaten her so 
badly in their first fight, a pummeling that left her in the hospital for two weeks, Alia knew she had to 
get her body stronger ' harder ' better able to handle Vivian's strong punches. Alia had felt those first-
hand, and was convinced that Viv was the only person around who could match her punch-for-punch. 
Now, after months of training, and some chemical enhancements, Alia's body barely resembled the one 
she brought through the ropes in their first fight. She had muscle definition over almost every inch, so 
much that her skin was so tight it looked ready to snap. Her arm muscles twitched with every 
movement, showing impressive biceps, and her abs and obliques were a solid slab of muscle. Her titties 
were still prominent, maybe even more so with the increased strength of her chest muscles, and she 
knew Vivian had hurt her there last time, but she'd just have to protect there better. 
She'd also worked long and hard in the gym ring, and she felt better about her boxing skills than she 
ever had. People that thought she may never fight again after Vivian's brutal beating were in for a big 
surprise. Unfortunately, the remade body and non-stop gym work came at a price. With the maniacal 
pace she was setting, and the chemical changes in her body, Alia had managed to insult, belittle or 
enrage all of her handlers ' but that group vowed to each other to stay with her at least through her 
bout with Vivian, which was scheduled for tomorrow night. 
Dan had remained loyal, but he was still was the most shocked of all at Alia's treatment. They obviously 
had much more than a working relationship, and he loved what time they spent together. Not to 
mention the great sex ' Alia brought an entirely new kind of "strength" to their love life. But that was 
before she began the fanatic training and the drugs, and since that time she'd grown distant even from 
the man who'd climbed into the ring to box for her future. Now, she all but ignored him. 
Dan had also helped take care of the final details for what was being billed as "Vivian-Alia II" all over the 
state and the Midwest region. It was Dan who urged Vivian's handlers and the bout promoter to bypass 
the 20,000-seat Target Center and book the fight into the much-larger Metrodome, and that decision 
proved to be a good one with over 50,000 seats sold by the day before the fight. 
He also backed a decision, one that wasn't popular with Alia, to have all of the bout publicity ' 
billboards, newspaper ads, hanging banners around the city and gigantic banners on each side of the 
Metrodome ' feature only Vivian. Dan knew the images of the hometown girl would attract fans much 
more than the dual images of the two fighters ' and he also knew that the image on those banners and 
billboards was stunning. No doubt, Vivian was a knockout in more ways than one, he thought every time 
he saw one of the promotional signs, and he couldn't miss the oversize one as he drove up to the 
Metrodome for the press conference and weigh-in. 
He had come early to take care of some press details, and besides he really didn't want to ride with Alia 
now. If possible, she was even more intense and irritable than before, but at least now he could chalk 
some of that up to the bout being just over 24 hours away. 
The bout was going to be a brutal one. Vivian and Alia would again be wearing 8-oz. gloves, and he'd 
seen the damage they did to both fighters the last time ' especially Alia. Now that she was stronger than 
before, he wondered what would happen if Alia had the opportunity for some payback during this bout. 
And the rules lent themselves to a violent ending ' Vivian herself had insisted that this bout go to a 
knockout only, no TKO's or referee stopping the contest, and had also insisted that the winner be 
allowed to continue beating the loser as much as desired. 
Dan was thinking about what might happen when he walked into the weigh-in area, and saw Vivian's 
whole crew already there and on the stage ' but he didn't see the star attraction anywhere. 
 
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Even though she was leading up to the biggest fight of her career ' defending her world title in her 
hometown ' it hadn't been a great few weeks for the champion. 
Vivian had been constantly in demand ever since "Vivian-Alia II" had been announced, doing interviews, 
public appearances, television appearances and countless other events. Everyone, seemingly, wanted to 
get some time with the champion that seemed to grow more stunning every day. 
It wasn't difficult, but it was time-consuming and it cut into time she would normally have used for extra 
training. She knew it was that additional work she put in that helped her crush Alia in the first bout, but 
she was still extremely confident in her own abilities and figured that "II" would finish just like last year's 
bout ' with Alia beaten and broken on the canvas, and Vivian waving her gloves at the huge crowd. 
Besides, the interviews weren't the most time-consuming part for her, at least in the first two or three 
weeks after that disaster in the gym with Dan and Kayla had forced this fight. She had spent every spare 
minute at the hospital, staying with Kayla as she recovered from the injuries from the fight with Dan. 
The bruises and cuts healed quickly, but the internal injuries to her body kept her bedridden for almost 
the full three weeks. 
Vivian hadn't been there, and she knew that Kayla wasn't yet the "hard-body" that she needed to be to 
become a world-class fighter. But Viv also knew she wasn't exactly soft there, either ' they'd sparred 
regularly and Viv had hit her with some good shots, and they didn't do anything like this damage. Did 
Dan have that kind of power, she thought ' no way. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to get her 
revenge on him, hurting him a lot worse than this ' maybe physically, maybe mentally. 
But that would come later. Right now she had to get her girl back to health, for more reasons than most 
knew. Not only was she training her, readying her for big things in boxing, but Viv and Kayla had become 
much more than training partners. 
The feelings had apparently built on both sides for a while, but it was during one particularly rough 
sparring session that those feelings boiled to the surface. There was heavy clinching that day, Kayla 
using her long arms to try to wrap the powerful Vivian up as the champ tried to work inside and work 
her long, lean body. They were alone in the gym, the clinches became more and more regular and 
longer, and it didn't take long before Viv and Kayla both shed their training sweats and continued their 
"workout" only clad in gloves and boots. 
Not many more punches were thrown, and the ones that did land were light, playful and aimed at the 
other woman's titties and pussy. Eventually even those ended and the two clinched hard in one corner, 
Viv leaning her body heavily against Kayla and both of them shuddering before they quickly left the ring 
and headed to the showers in the back ' where they stayed for nearly two hours. 
Their hookups became regular events, but both Viv and Kayla kept it quiet and kept it secret from the 
rest of the gym staff ' who all thought Vivian's long stays at the hospital were only because she cared 
about Kayla's well-being. Viv would sit beside Kayla's bed, at first only touching her skin but later using 
her hands to stroke Kayla's breasts and womanhood when Kayla was well on her way to recovery. 
In fact, Vivian knew Kayla was almost completely well one day when they were alone in the hospital 
room, Vivian had begun fingering Kayla's pussy, and Kayla suddenly reached up and put her hand behind 
Vivian's neck, slowly pulling her head down and guiding it toward her crotch. Viv complied, and the two 
checked out of the hospital the next day. 
Vivian still spent time with Kayla, but now she had more time to train and work out, and she knew she 
was behind on that with less than a month remaining before the bout. She still had scores of other 
obligations, but she made sure to take full advantage of what limited time she had in the gym. Since Viv 
didn't have Kayla as a sparring partner, she brought in a series of male boxers to spar with her ' better 
to simulate Alia's strength, she figured. It took a while, but the Vivian that was so spectacular in her first 
bout with Alia began to reappear. In one long session one week before the bout, she sparred with four 
males on a rotating basis and put all four on the canvas ' slamming her gloves together as each one 
went down and yelling for the next one to get in the ring. 
Sarah, Kathleen and the now-up-and-about Kayla had been hoping to find a way to boost Viv's 
confidence, and that session did the trick. Viv had gotten her swagger back, and they all felt she was 
ready, mentally and physically, and there was a quiet confidence among them in the final week before 
the bout. That hadn't changed when they left the gym a lot earlier than they needed to, and headed to 
the Metrodome for the weigh-in and press conference the day before the bout. 
They went in two cars ' Vivian had a quick TV interview on the way, and she also wanted to show off her 
Porsche 911 to whoever was at the Metrodome when she arrived. And since she liked to drive fast, she 
also arrived early. 
 
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Dan started to walk toward the stage where Sarah, Kathleen and Kayla were, figuring to make 
pleasantries and also check on Kayla. He'd felt some remorse for the damage he ' and Alia ' had done 
with the weighted gloves in their fight, but he also knew that had to be done to get Vivian back in the 
ring with his fighter and partner. 
But as he started to walk to the stage, he felt a hand on his bicep, and when he turned he was greeted 
with a punch to his gut ' just a playful tap, but hard enough to make him wince at the unexpected blow. 
When he picked his head up, there was Vivian, smiling ' and looking incredible, Dan thought as he eyed 
her flowing red hair and couldn't help but sneak a peek down at her stunning body. 
"Not getting soft, huh?," Vivian said, still smiling. "After the way you wore my girl out, I figured you 
could handle one little body punch." 
"From anybody else, maybe," Dan said, he also smiling now. "I don't think I'm quite ready for the champ 
yet." 
"Not yet," Vivian said huskily as she casually brushed a hand across Dan's chest, starting a fire going in 
his pants. "Maybe soon, though," she added as she walked away to join her handlers on stage. 
Dan wasn't sure what had just happened, but he knew he had to forget about it for at least a while. Alia 
was on her way to the weigh-in, and a huge horde of press members were filing into the room for the 
press conference and to see the two fighters nose-to-nose again. He had work to do, and he didn't need 
that distraction right now. 
 
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Vivian: Vivian's arrival at the Metrodome indeed attracts a lot of attention, especially her new Porsche 
car and her attractive dress. She kills the engine and elegantly steps out the car, showing herself in an 
attractive red tube dress and a pair of red high heels which completely match with her long and curly red 
hair. She moves away from her car and hands the key over to the parking valet before she flexes her 
strong arms and does some poses for the photographers while waiting for Kayla, Sarah and Kathleen to 
arrive in a different car. 
Flashbulbs are all over Vivian's body with the photographers taking her pics over and over, and they're 
wonder why Vivian dressed up so pretty since she has to take the dress off during the weigh-in process, 
but they know that Vivian has her own reason for wearing such a beautiful dress. After some photograph 
taking, a Dodge Challenger arrives and three people step out, appearing to be Sarah, Kathleen and 
surprisingly Kayla, who gets a lot of questioning looks from the reporters, but Vivian ends that by 
stopping to pose and then going into the Metrodome with them. All three are wearing plain black shirts 
with "Vicious Vivian" on top and Vivian's sponsors all over it, most of them are energy drinks but Vivian 
doesn't really care though whether she has sponsors or not. 
The only thing that Vivian has on her mind is to defend her title from anyone who is trying to "steal" it, 
and beat them badly, make it their last match in their entire life ... scarring them for life so they won't 
have the guts to step into the ring again. Indeed ,that's brutal but that is Vivian's way and she likes it. 
She loves the feel when blood from her opponent is covering her sweating body ' making her feel strong, 
and that's what will happen during the bout between her and Alia once she decides to finish it once and 
for all and end Alia's career for good. 
Sarah, Kathleen and Kayla had already made their way to the stage, Vivian stopping for a few more 
photos ' and, surprisingly, a brief exchange with Alia's manager and partner Dan ' No one else can 
hear what they said, but both were smiling, before Vivian joined her sister, trainer and her lover until 
they arrive and see the full audience, so eager to watch Vivian mock Alia and humiliate her with her 
words. 
"VIVIAN!!! VIVIAN!!! VIVIAN!!!" The hometown cheering is a lot louder and wilder than fighting 
somewhere else. Vivian turns her head sideways slowly, blowing some kissing to the audience and 
waving her hands elegantly at the audience as she is making her way to her seat along with Kayla, Sarah 
and Kathleen. 
Alia: The commotion of Vivian's arrival at the press conference is just dying down when Alia 
arrived without nearly as much fanfare. Instead of Vivian's flowing arrival, Alia walked in wearing a 
bright white and tailored sweat suit, almost radiating the light from the flashes as a handful of 
photographers followed her arrival. The hood of her warmup suit was up and covering her head , some 
of her now-longer dark hair spilling out in the front. 
Alia had a stern, no-nonsense expression on her face, and this wasn't a surprise to her handlers. Her 
attitude and patience level had deteriorated in the last weeks prior to the bout, and her crew didn't know 
whether to attribute that to her intensity ' she'd prepared for this fight like no other ' or to the "steroid 
rage" from the drugs and supplements they knew she'd been taking. The transformation of her body was 
such that it wouldn't have happened had she not used the supplements, but they had no direct proof and 
they couldn't argue with the results ' results which would become apparent to the world in a few 
minutes. 
Dan had arrived early to take care of press-conference details, and even after his brief and surprisingly-
friendly conversation with Vivian, he had an idea she was up to something ' that she had something 
planned today to spring on Alia and try to get a psychological advantage. So Dan had an idea of his own, 
one that would show the big reason why Alia was going to pummel Vivian this time ' hurt her badly and 
leave her bloodied and disfigured on the canvas. In fact, he almost found himself worrying about Vivian's 
fate the next night when she stepped in the ring with what Dan thought could now be a killing machine if 
Alia so chose. 
He had walked back to the entrance when Alia and her handlers arrived. "Let's get this over with," Alia 
snarled as Dan walked up (he had gotten used to her anger with everything over the last couple of 
weeks). He followed her and her aides down the aisle, a murmur going through the crowd as the fully-
covered Alia made her way to the stage, her eyes locked on Vivian as she made her way to her side of the 
podium for the press conference and later the weigh-in. 
Vivian: Vivian takes her seat along with Kathleen, Sarah and Kayla. Vivian tugs at her hair once more and 
looks at the crowd with smiles before she turns her head to Alia and locks her eyes on her. 
"That bitch is going down again," Vivian said to herself as she ignores Alia's stronger and more muscular 
body. She sits and wait until the lights dims and fireworks explode everywhere, drawing cheers from all 
over the hometown crowd. The attraction goes for about two or three minutes before a girl suddenly 
walks out from a corridor and heads toward the podium. She is a stunning blonde girl, approximately 
5=foot-10 with C cup titties and a killer smile which shows her beautiful white teeth. The crowd in the 
arena seems to hold its breath as they notice the blonde, covered by a beautiful black dress ,arriving at 
the podium. 
Vivian notices that the blonde isn't wearing any undies under her sexy dress, because her tiny but sexy 
and hard nipples are well imprinted on her dress as she turns her body facing Vivian. She then introduces 
herself to the crowd and also to Vivian and Alia. "Ladies and gentlemen ... the name is Bettany and I'll be 
the host for today's magnificent press conference between these two striking and hot fighters." 
Alia: Alia was seemingly paying no attention to what was being said, only continued to eye Vivian 
with an intense stare and was still fully covered by her white training suit. Her physical preparation had 
gotten her into incredible shape, and her mental focus and intensity was such that she was ready to snap 
at any minute. Dan was hoping that if that snap happened, it wouldn't until the next night, but he was 
worried that Alia might respond to Vivian's expected taunting with a physical confrontation, and he 
stayed close to do his best to keep that from happening. 
Besides, he had something planned once the press conference was finished and they held the weigh-in, 
and he had to stay close. 
Alia never lost focus and never quit looking at Vivian. She figured most of the questions would be 
directed at the hometown favorite, and that was fine. She wasn't much in the mood to talk ' she was 
ready to fight, and every moment here brought her closer to getting her red-headed rival in the ring and 
having her way with her. That was the only thought on her mind as Bettany continued her introductions, 
and she waited for the inevitable questions. She remembered Dan telling her, imploring her to stay cool, 
and that's what she planned to do. But she still ignored the crowd, and never took her eyes off Vivian. 
Vivian: The questions keep coming from Bettany's mouth, but Vivian answers them all happily and 
without any burden at all, before Bettany runs out of questions for her and faces Alia "And what bout 
you, Alia?? This is the second time you'll meet Vivian in the ring, right??? How do you feel about that, 
since Vivian beat the hell out of you the last time you both fought in the same ring???" Bettany's 
question grants the audience's cheerings, cat calls, whistles and even some boos. Apparently, Vivian had 
already paid off Bettany and had a deal to humiliate Alia in the conference. Vivian really wants to 
humiliate her in every single way ' she had to spend lot of G's for doing that, but humiliating and 
mocking Alia is so much fun to her, before she'll beat the crap out of her formerly unbeaten opponent 
and gives her a second loss. 
Alia: Bettany's first question to Alia begins to get her blood boiling, but Dan had told her this 
would happen and to keep it together, and let her fists do her talking the next night. "First of all, I know 
you're taking care of the hometown girl ' and from the looks of you, she's probably taking care of you, 
too," Alia said. "I bet Vivian loves sucking on those little things you call titties. But as to your shit 
question, yes, I probably underestimated her before the first bout ' she was maybe a little better than I 
thought she was going to be, and I wasn't as ready as I should have been. I've taken care of that this time 
' right now, there's not a woman alive that can beat me. I'm stronger than I've ever been, my body is 
more prepared than ever and nobody's got the skill package I have after all the work I've put in. She can't 
beat me ' period." 
Bettany was prepared for that response. "Then, Alia," she came back, "if you are so good, how is it that I 
remember you unconscious on the canvas, your face disfigured, your tits, abs and crotch all bruised and 
bleeding, after Vivian had finished with you? " Alia seethed inside, but outwardly she still remained calm 
as the crowd got restless for her answer. "She hit me with some good shots, but that's not happening this 
time. Anyone that doesn't think she's going to go down and I'm going to hurt her bad is kidding 
themselves. Payback is almost as big a bitch as either one of you," she added, staring at Bettany and 
Vivian. 
"One more question," Bettany said, also keeping her cool. "If what you say is true and you believe that, 
why was it that Vivian insisted that the bout have the stipulation that it go to a knockout only, no TKO's 
or referee stopping the contest, and she also insisted that the winner be allowed to continue beating the 
loser as much as desired?" A murmur went through the crowd, many of whom didn't know about the 
added stipulation. "I'm really glad I goaded her into that," Alia said. "That's just what I wanted. That's 
how I fight. In fact, I want her to agree right now that, after the referee does the final 10-count, she 
leaves the ring and nobody else comes through the ropes until the winner leaves the ring ' that will give 
me all the time I want to make her suffer. 
"While you're asking questions," Alia said, eyeing Bettany with eyes flashing, "why not ask her why she 
ducked me for so long ' she didn't want this fight. If her crew hadn't screwed up and agreed to a deal, 
she'd still be ducking me. But now I've got her and she can't run any more, and after I knock her out, that 
will only be the start of her pain." Before anyone could say anything, Alia fixed her glare back on Vivian, 
and yelled, "I'm ready to weigh-in and get out of here, but before that ' do we have a deal, or are you 
scared, bitch?" 
Vivian: Vivian was just sitting herself on her seat, relaxing and enjoying watching Alia being humiliated 
by Bettany's questions, but her blood suddenly boils after hearing Alia said that she was ducking a 
rematch, which is true but she doesn't want to show that to the crowd, so she slams her hand onto the 
table and rises from her seat angrily as her eyes meet with Alia's. "I wasn't ducking any rematch, you 
pathetic bitch, I was doing a lot of photoshoots so I don't really have time for a pathetic little bitch like 
you who already tasted Vivian's vicious fists, but if you want to taste my vicious fists again just say so, 
you whore ' and, yeah, we have a deal for that, and since you're the pathetic challenger, I'll let you 
weigh your pathetic fat body on the scale first. Off you go."  
Vivian releases the mike and gets back to her seat before her crews applaud her for that, as well as the 
hometown audience who really have Vivian's back and always support her. Vivian sits tight and has a 
little bit of chit-chat with her crew while waiting for Alia to step onto the scale for the weigh-in. 
Alia: Dan had figured Alia would need a boost after the press conference segment, and he'd 
planned accordingly ... Before Alia stepped onto the scale, he came out from behind the curtains carrying 
a large cardboard cutout of Alia ... He grabbed the mike and walked toward the front of the stage, 
standing next to the scales and setting the cardboard cutout next to them ... "A lot of people were 
wondering how Alia would remake her body after the first bout between these two," Dan said. "In fact, a 
lot of people didn't think she'd be able to do it. Well, we'll let you be the judge. This cutout is a picture of 
Alia taken at the weigh-in, right before the first bout ... looks like she was in pretty good shape."  
"Let's take a look at what she looks like now," Dan continued, sliding the cardboard aside as Alia stepped 
forward and began removing her white sweat suit. She started at the bottom, ripping off the snapped-on 
pants and leaving only a pair of short white shorts, showing off her strong legs ... But then she threw 
back her hood and quickly threw off her top, and the audience gasped at her muscular development ... 
There was a noticeable murmur in the audience as she struck a pose, her biceps looking like baseballs, 
her strong chest muscles rippling around her tits that rode high with her flexing her chest muscles ... and 
her abs were as defined an 8-pack as anyone could ever remember, the muscles rippling as she flexed ... 
Alia stepped on the scales, flexing and smiling again, as the scales stopped at 145 pounds ... not an 
ounce of fat on her as the lights reflected off the tanned and oiled body that had only the white ribbon of 
her shorts ... Alia stepped off, still smiling, picking up her sweat top and returning to her seat. 
Vivian: Vivian is really surprised and isn't able to say a single word after she notices that Alia had turned 
into Hulk in just a couple of months, and Vivian herself is really confused how. The Alia that she noticed 
in her gym was a lot different than this Alia, but the official announcement of Alia's weight brings Vivian 
back into reality before Alia steps off the scale and returns to her seat. Now it's the champ turn, Vivian 
confidently rises from her seat again and moves towards the scale before she steps on it and smiles to 
the audience before she does something that no one ever expected. She unzips her red tube dress before 
she lets it to fall with a dramatic flourish onto the floor, revealing her fully nude body with a clean-
shaved pussy to the crowd. 
She flexes both of her strong arms to the crowd, but Vivian notices herself that her abs are starting to be 
tender as a result of lack of training, but the crowd seems to go wild and lose their mind after they see 
Vivian standing nude right in front of them. Many of them notice that Vivian looks more like a model 
instead of a fighter, but still cheer for her and call her name out loud. The officials then check on the 
scale and then announce Vivian's weight, "127 pounds ." Vivian herself was pretty shocked after hearing 
her weight loss of about eight pounds, but she ignores it later and then steps off the scale, picking up her 
red tube dress before she slips her nude body into it and asks for Kayla to help her zip the zipper before 
she returns to her seat. 
Alia: Alia is as surprised as anyone at Vivian's nude body on the scales, giving Alia a good look 
from behind as she faces the audience ... She notices that Vivian's arms look just as strong as before, but 
Alia could see even before Viv's weight is announced that her body wasn't as heavy ... Alia looks to the 
side and sees Dan also watching every move Vivian makes, and she notices the grin on his face and the 
erection that is building inside his pants ... "Enjoying the show?" Alia whispers sternly to Dan, who seems 
not to notice for a second but quickly composes himself and steps back behind the curtain ...  
Bettany -- also watching every inch of Vivian's body and biting her lip and moaning while trying not to let 
anyone notice -- asked both fighters to come to the front of the stage for some final photos to end the 
ceremony. Alia had her white sweat top on as she walked to the front, anxious to get the formalities over 
with so she could get back to getting herself mentally prepared, her black hair and white top a striking 
contrast to the red-headed Vivian and her slinky red dress as the champ began making her way to the 
front ... 
Vivian: Vivian is making sure that her red hair is becoming the main attraction for the photoshoot, so she 
tugs her hair and tries to make it tidy for the photographer, before she raises both of her fists and gets 
into the classical boxing stance, as does Alia who is standing beside her and also doing the same stance 
for the photographer. Vivian seems really used to all of this, since she had done a lot of photoshoots for 
some famous and worldwide known magazines. "Hurry up," said Vivian coldly as she is starting to lose 
her patience for the photographer, who is just standing like an idiot and admiring the two hottest 
fighters in the world. 
Alia: Alia was just as impatient and got more ticked by the second ... But that didn't stop her from 
getting in one more dig at Vivian ... "Since you're already in a stance, go ahead and take a shot at me ... 
it may be the only chance you get," as Alia grinned and kept flexing in her stance as the photogs finally 
began shooting ... Her eyes never left Vivian's as the two stood only inches apart ... 
Vivian: "I don't need that at all, since you'll end up like the last time we met ,whore!" Vivian turns her 
head and faces Alia, locking her eyes on hers as she finished her classical boxing stance pose. She keeps 
staring at her eyes, showing Alia that she isn't afraid of her at all. "Talk whatever you want and I'll add 
another loss to your career in boxing, or probably I'll end your career by beating you up like last time." 
Alia: "You know that's not happening, red," Alia said. "I can see it in your eyes. But we'll see real 
soon," she added as the photogs finished up, and Alia stepped back and headed toward the exit. "See 
you all tomorrow night," she sarcastically waved at Vivian, her crew and the audience as she slipped 
through the curtains ... 
Vivian: Vivian as well heads to the exit along with her crew, but Vivian waves and blows another kiss 
before she opens the door and gets the hell out of the hall and heads back to her home to have some 
nice sleep and gather some lost stamina before the Friday night fight. Vivian wakes up early in the 
morning and has a 3 km jog to keep her stamina, before she spends the rest of the morning and 
afternoon relaxing and having secret sex with Kayla. Sarah indeed had already told her to not have sex 
the day before the match, but Vivian ignores that and keeps having it with Kayla all day long, which is 
draining her stamina a lot. 
Alia: Alia was seemingly growing more impatient by the minute, as the final 36 hours before the 
fight crept by, and with that impatience came irritability. At least now, her crew chalked that up to pre-
bout nervousness, and her trainer tried to relax her and keep her tightening muscles loose with massages 
every few hours. Dan walked into the locker room just as the trainer was finishing with one massage 
before quickly leaving, Alia still lying nude on her back on the table. Dan walked over, looking at her 
amazingly strong body but now looking so uncharacteristically vulnerable on the table, and used his 
hands to begin his own massage. 
His hands went to her breasts, which now sit so high on her chest with the muscles she developed there, 
he stroked lightly and brushed against her hard nipples as Alia moaned slightly and closed her eyes. 
Slowly he worked his hands down her now-relaxed abs and began lightly rubbing her pussy as she 
moaned even louder, he felt her beginning to get wet before Alia quickly sat up and grabbed his hand. 
"No! Not now!," she screamed. "You know I have to save all my strength for the fight. What are you 
trying to do, get me weak so your red-haired bitch friend may have a chance?" Dan didn't say anything, 
just quickly walked out, again figuring it's pre-bout nerves ' but still bothered by her cross actions. 
Alia spent the rest of the day and night sleeping, resting and getting regular rubdowns ' but also 
watched a video of her first bout with Vivian ' especially the last two rounds when Viv gave her a bad 
beating. She watched it over and over, for hours, and every time she saw herself go to the canvas on the 
video she got a little more angry ' and prepared to let that anger unload in only a few hours when she 
got to the Metrodome. 
 
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The atmosphere around the Metrodome was electric all day on Saturday, fight day, with television 
crews setting up and fans ' almost all of them Vivian's supporters ' gathering early, some even 
tailgating to make it look like a Vikings game. Ticket scalpers wandered through the parking lot, since the 
bout was a sellout, and were getting good prices for what precious tickets they had. The smart scalpers 
hung around under the giant canvases draping down from the Metrodome, showing Vivian much bigger 
than life and much more stunning, and every red-blooded male who saw that canvas was ready to pay 
top dollar for those tickets. 
Everyone wanted to see their red-haired champion at work, defeating and destroying another rival. 
Inside the building, meanwhile, final preparations on the ring, lighting, etc., were finished and bout 
officials gathered to make sure all details were covered. They also made sure of the stipulations the two 
fighters had made ' the referee pretty much stays out of the way except to count on knockdowns, and 
then leaves the ring right after raising the winner's hand when one of those knockdowns results in a 
"10" count. No one else enters ' corner crews included ' until the winner backs off from her beaten 
opponent. 
As evening arrived, fans were clustered around the Metrodome entrances, waiting for the doors to open 
and to maybe catch a glimpse of the fighters as they arrived. They wouldn't have long to wait. 
 
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Vivian: It's already 7 p.m. when I drive my car to the Metrodome, but I decide to use another entrance to 
enter the Metrodome and secretly head to the locker room with my crew before I undress myself fully 
and lie on the massage table, accidentally mashing both of my titties on it before Sarah starts to 
massage me expertly and I try to enjoy Sarah's massaging to the fullest which is relaxing my mind and 
body. 
Alia: I'm too nervous and anxious to drive, so my trainer does the honors and pulls up behind the 'Dome 
away from the crowds, shooting past the security and parking in the tunnel. I pull the hood on my white 
sweat suit over my head and get out, immediately heading toward the locker room where I rip the white 
suit off and again lie nude on the training table. My trainer immediately goes to work, trying to work the 
tightness out of my body, but I am so jacked up that even his strong fingers can't get my muscles to 
relax. I quickly thought, maybe a little fingering from Dan might not have been a bad idea ' and maybe 
it's still a good idea, but he's not here and I realize I haven't seen him since we got out of the car' A 
fleeting thought wonders where he is now that I need him. 
When word comes down that it's 30 minutes before we head to the ring, I get up and start getting ready. 
I'm still a bundle of nerves as I pop on the tiny white pussy triangle and hip straps that will replace my 
trunks tonight ' laughing to myself how much me wearing white will piss Vivian off. But I don't change 
anything else ' still donning my black boots and black gloves after my trainer finishes taping my hands. 
The 8-oz. gloves, which seemed small in the last bout, now appear even smaller with my increased arm 
size, and when he finishes lacing I pound them together, the noise echoing throughout the room, and 
stand and start shadowboxing and hitting hard the hand pads my trainer held up in front of me.  
Alia: I'd already decided to let my long black hair stay loose, only one tie in the back, and that freedom 
felt good as my hair bounced around my shoulders. With that pounding of the pads, I feel myself finally 
beginning to loosen up, and I'm still bouncing in place and shaking my arms out when we get the signal 
to head to the ring. I put on my white robe and followed my trainer, he also wearing a white shirt with 
"ALIA" on the back, my gloves on his shoulders as our little entourage made its way out the door, getting 
ready to enter the arena first as the challenger. I plant my gloves on my trainer's shoulders, pull up the 
hood and head out down the hallway and down the aisle headed for the ring, the music playing and 
being greeted as I expected from the hometown crowd with boos and jeers. Let them boo, I'm thinking, 
because it's not going to stop me from dismantling you by the time the night's over. The music continues 
as my trainer parts the ropes and I slide through, my robe still tight around me as I begin to bog and 
weave and shadowbox in the corner. 
Vivian: I just relax and smile a bit as I notice your entrance song has been played by the event organizers, 
but mostly I hear the crowds are booing at her as she reveals herself and makes her way to the ring. The 
song was pretty short and it already had stopped, so I quickly raise my nude body from the massaging 
table and let Sarah rub the oil onto my entire topless body, before she ties the gloves after she finishes 
wrapping my fists with the bandages and then helping me on with the black trunks which I took during 
the last encounter with you. 
I indeed make the crowds and you wait for me, to show her up even more. Many of the crowds think that 
I'm running away or something because it takes too long, before the lights suddenly go dim again and 
the "No Easy Way Out" song has been played. I aggressively move out of the corridor which makes the 
hometown crowd jump onto their feet after they notice their hero's arrival. Cat calls, whistles and name 
calling are really filling the whole Metrodome fighting arena. The only thing that everyone in the arena 
can hear right now is, "VIVIAN!!! VIVIAN!!! VIVIAN!!!" being yelled over and over by the crowd. But that 
stops as soon as I arrive in the ring along with my crew, and standing in my favorite red corner (which is 
every champion's corner) and hopping lightly on my toes, I blow kisses to the crowd until the announcer 
steps in and starts to announce the name of the challenger. 
Alia: I'm used to the delay tactics and the crowd reaction so that doesn't bother me as I continue to bob 
and stay loose, rolling my shoulders and my neck as you make your way to the ring ' but that was 
before I see you climbing the stairs wearing my black trunks from the first bout. I begin to seethe again 
as I watch you, pointing at your trunks and smiling every time you make eye contact with me. The smiles 
will be gone soon, I think, as I keep my eyes riveted on you, feeling my own breasts bounce and watching 
yours do the same as we stay loose before I see the bitch Bettany grab the mike and start introductions. 
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Metrodome!" she starts. "Tonight you are in for a treat ' the 
two best and hottest fighters in the world vying for the world women's championship. Let's get right to it 
' in the blue corner, at 5-foot-6 and weighing in at 145 pounds, fighting out of Las Vegas, Nevada, 
known around the world by one name only, with a record of 12 wins, all by knockout, and one loss ' a 
crushing knockout loss to the current champion in their first fight -- the former champion of the world, 
Alia!!!!" 
I hear a smattering of applause and mostly boos and jeers, but even Bettany's taunts can't steal my 
focus. My turn now for a fashion statement before you're introduced, as I rip off my robe and show the 
tiny white triangle bikini bottom, fabric the size of an index card covering my warm pussy and straps 
riding on my taut hips, knowing that white is your color and using that to get to you even more as I wait 
for your introduction and to step out to mid-ring to meet with the referee. 
Vivian: I'm a little bit confused about what you are wearing right now, but Sarah immediately unties my 
robe and lets it to drop to the canvas with a dramatic flourish before it reveals my fully oiled body which 
glistens under the lights. I know you can see that I'm wearing the black trunks which were yours from our 
first bout, but both of my gloves are white which makes my trunks even more easily seen with such a 
combination of colors. 
Bettany finishes your introduction and also mine before she gets out of the ring, and the ref asks both of 
the fighters to the center of the ring to be given instructions. I happily move towards the center of the 
ring but ignore all of the crap muttered by the female ref, 'cause I know once the bell rings, the 
instructions will be useless, so why bother to hear it??? My eyes are completely locked with yours and 
not moving anywhere at all during the instructions, until the ref finishes her job and asks me to extend 
my gloves to be touched with yours. 
Alia: I slam my gloves on top of yours and hiss, "I'll be taking those trunks back soon, you skinny bitch," 
as I stand there and dare you to respond as I lean close to you, ignoring the ref's instructions to step 
back, almost nose to nose with you ...
Vivian: "You'll be regretting calling me skinny, you whore!!" I yell at you, but it seems that you are 
ignoring me, so I angrily get back to my corner and Sarah asks me not to lose my cool. Indeed , your 
words are true ... I also notice myself that I'm losing weight, but I feel that I'm not skinny at all. Sarah 
gives me my usual red mouthpiece and I bite it, pound my gloves angrily before the bell rings and the 
first round has started. Aggressively, I move out from my corner like a raging bull and head towards you, 
trying to give you no chance to step to the center of the ring. You are just starting to move from your 
corner before I come to you with quick speed and unleash a series of quick punches -- two jabs straight to 
your face, a right cross to your cheek and another left to your other cheek for the beginning of what I'm 
thinking will be many punches landed. 
Alia: I adjust the small triangle of white fabric covering my crotch and pound my gloves together 
anxiously, hearing the crowd roaring up until the "DING, DING" begins the fight ... I thought I would 
come out quickly, but realize in a second that you're right on top of me, popping jabs that I catch on my 
gloves but following with a right that slams into my cheek as I recoil back ... and my head gets popped 
the other way by your left ... I step back, almost back into my own corner, realizing your hands are still 
plenty fast ... I set my defense, figuring you'll keep coming in at me, and as you do I feint a jab and shoot 
a straight right between your gloves, slowing your advance and following with jab, jab, jab as I slide 
down the ropes and out of the corner, moving back to mid-ring and eyeing you, your white gloves up 
high but your elbows tucked in tight to protect the abs that I'll soon target ...  
Vivian: Unnnnggghhh!!!" Your powerful glove mashes right on my nose and causes me to stagger 
backwards, but luckily the straight punch makes it easy for me to dodge all of those jabs without any 
kind of effort. I let you move away from your corner but I keep following your movement and don't want 
you to be free even for a second. I move, bob and weave before I aggressively attack you with another 
quick jab to the nose, just to confuse you before I follow it with a pair of left and right hooks to both of 
your sides. 
Alia: My jabs miss from your bobbing and weaving as I'm overanxious to land some heavy shots, but I 
had figured you'd be staying away and punching from long range to avoid my strength moves ... Instead, 
I feel you boring in on me, being the aggressor as the crowd roars and another jab splits my gloves ... I 
raise my guard, only to feel your hooks slam into my obliques ... Fortunately, all that training has helped 
there and they thud in, only a small "unhhh" escaping from my lips ... Moving backwards still from your 
early rush, I hear my corner yelling, "quit backing up...go after her!" ... I step forward and get in close, 
aiming a series of shots at your abs and kidneys and a final one right on the white waistband of my own 
trunks ... 
Vivian: I keep "sticking" around you, eager to launch more powerful punches, but eagerness really brings 
me pain as a couple of straight shots from you smack my abs solidly and knock some of my air out of my 
lungs, before a couple of hooks mash on my kidneys and cause my legs to wobble soon. For a moment 
they also knock me defenseless before a right from Alia hits my navel hard and stuns me heavily, but I'm 
still able to move away from you and keep bending my body to try to protect my aching midsection as 
long as I can during recovery. 
Alia: I could tell my body shots had some effect and stopped your forward motion, but not that much as 
you danced away easily, your defense still tight as I start slowly moving forward, starting to get in the 
position I had anticipated going into the bout ... Sliding my left foot forward, I try to double and triple up 
on the jab that hadn't been successful to that point, before I follow with a wide-swinging right hook 
aimed at your temple, both my arms and gloves up high with the wide swing ... 
Vivian: I can easily notice the slow and wide right hook, so I lean my head just a couple of inches to avoid 
the hook and quickly bend my body again and dive my way in before I swing a powerful haymaker to 
your left side, and repeatedly pound your tensed 6-pack abs over and over just to keep you away. But I 
notice that my punches really don't have too much effect on your hard body, so I decide to move to your 
head and swing a hard right cross to your left eye followed by another left cross to your other eye. 
Alia: When my right misses, I try to tense my body as much as I can, but your first powerful shot to my 
left side slams home, the 8-oz. gloves having an effect as I twist away ... I am able to tense my abs and 
your punches don't have a lot of effect except to stop my forward push ... but as I prepare to counter 
from your body attack, "WHAM", your right pounds into my left eye and your left into my right eye, 
causing me to see stars and stagger back heavily against the ropes ... As you come in again to follow up, I 
weave to both sides and manage to work my arms inside yours, holding you in a clinch as I clear my head 
... You struggle to break free, having difficulty with the strength I've built in my arms, as I hang on tight 
and get my bearings back -- enough to feel our chests rubbing against each other -- before you break 
clear and I quickly move off the ropes ... 
Vivian: I notice that my head punches are more effective than the body ones, so I try to pull another 
punch out, but you act quickly and perform a clinch. I try to break free, but your grip on my body is really 
strong and gives me a hard time breaking the clinch, so I decide to enjoy the moment for a second while 
my oily breasts are accidentally mashed with yours while clinching. I can feel my nipples are starting to 
erect themselves and lusts are starting to cover my eyes, but I know I have to keep fighting so I launch a 
couple of punches to your left kidney to make you lose your grip before I break the clinch. As I break the 
clinch, I immediately swing another cross to your left eye and a powerful hook to your right cheek before 
I duck down and throw a short and vicious uppercut right on your chin to throw you off-balance and stun 
you. 
Alia: I figure I'm chasing you again after the clinch, but again I am surprised with you in attack mode .. I 
block most of your right that thurds off my forehead, but "unhhhhh", another hook crashes into my right 
cheek, swinging my whole body to the side, and before I can recover ... "UNNNNFFFF," my head snaps 
back and my body is rocked back by your uppercut, saliva flying up into the ring lights and my knees 
buckling as I'm woozy and vulnerable at mid-ring, hearing the crowd screaming for you ... I pull my 
gloves tight around my face as you move in again... 
Vivian: "Die, you pathetic bitch!!!" I yell as I see that you're heavily stunned, so I quickly seize the 
opportunity and launch a series of midsection punches as I'm trying to tenderize your strong abs: left ' 
right ' left ' right ' left ' right hooks to both of your sides which I can do fast because of my hand 
quickness, before repeating straight rights over and over to your strong abs before I swing another hard 
right uppercut and try to break your defense, and if successful I'll shoot a deadly left straight to your nose 
to draw the first blood. 
Alia: Your shots to my body putting me in a cocoon defense as I'm unable to counter because of the 
speed of your punches ... I can hear you screaming at me as you stand still, your left foot in between 
mine to give you balance and your right hand pounding into my abs over and over, slowly starting to 
wear down my ab muscles already as I'm trying to figure out how to stop your assault ... "unhhhh", 
"unhhhh", "unhhhh", your right continues to pound in as I lean over ... only to catch your uppercut again 
to straighten me up as my arms flail out trying to clinch with you again ... 
Vivian: I accept the clinch and then rub my oiled titties again with yours before I spray hot breath to your 
neck and whisper , "Like this?? Don't worry, it's just the beginning." Surprisingly, I grab a handful of your 
hair with my free right glove before I yank your head back by pulling your hair and repeatedly smack 
your open face with my left glove, over and over mercilessly while the ref just keeps watching and can't 
do anything about it. 
Alia: "Oooofff," "oooffff" your left hammers into my face, hammering my nose and I feel the blood 
already beginning to ooze down into my mouth and on my chin, before your 8-oz gloves pound into both 
eyes, your grip on my hair pulling me into your fists and increasing the power ... Getting more woozy 
with each punch, before one final left slams into my right eye and I slip to one knee, dizzy from your 
assault and down already late in Round 1 ... 
Vivian: "What a workout," I said cockily before I jump lightly on my toes and grab both sides of your head 
by using my gloves, "Sleep well, you pathetic whore," I say with a murderous grin on my face before I pull 
out my dirty move, slamming my right knee right onto your bleeding nose. The crowd jumps to its feet 
and no one boos at me even though I'm doing something dirty right now, and the ref pretends that she 
doesn't notice the kneeing at all. I let go of your head and happily move to the neutral corner and lean 
my back against the cornerpad after doing such a dirty move. I can see your corner is screaming for the 
ref to penalize it, but the ref said that she didn't see it at all and starts to count. 
Alia: "UNHHHH", your knee crashes into my nose, the pain so intense I almost black out before I realize 
I'm on my back on the canvas, hearing the crowd roaring and seeing the referee standing over me and 
counting, "1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4," before I quickly stagger to my feet and watch you flying out of the neutral 
corner to try to dish out more punishment until the "DING, DING" goes off ending Round 1 ...  
Alia: I walk slowly back to my corner, greeted by a shower from my trainer's wet sponge to revive me as I 
sit heavily, hearing him yell in my face, "I guess the last few months we were just wasting our time ... if 
you're going to sit out there and let the skinny redhead beat you up. You better wake the fuck up!", as he 
slams smelling salts under my nose and pokes vaseline in my nostrils to stop the bleeding ... 
Vivian: "What a lucky bitch," I thought as I put my glove down and confidently head back to my own 
corner where Kayla greets me with a hot kiss and Sarah and Kathleen give a pat on my head, saying, 
"Good job, girl, Alia sure is learning her lesson not to fight you again." Sarah then let me sit on the stool 
and takes out my mouthpiece before she gives me something to drink. My eyes are staring at you, sitting 
in the opposite corner and almost out already, but luckily for you the smelling salts help you to revive and 
get back to consciousness. I notice you also staring back at me, so I put my right thumb up before I turn it 
down and perform a throat slashing motion with my thumb to give you a threat. Sarah and my other 
crew really don't bother to check my injuries, they just keep rubbing the ice-pack on my reddened 
midsection and have a little chit-chat with me while waiting for the bell to ring. 
Alia: The sponge on my head running water down all over me, and the smelling salts combine to revive 
me, and my trainer has done a good job stopping the nose bleed ... But he's also still yelling, "It's time for 
you to start acting like a fighter, the one we know you are," lightly slapping both sides of my face to jar 
me awake ... he knows I'm not hurt other than the nosebleed ' Already angry at my poor first-round 
performance, I watch your hand gesture and it only gets me more angry, enough that I stand right at the 
10-second warning buzzer and get ready to charge out right at the "DING, DING" that signals the start of 
Round 2 ... 
Vivian: A big smile forms on my lips as the bell rings again to start the second round. The hometown 
crowd is jumping to its feet and calling my name even louder than before, they're so eager to watch their 
hero spill more blood from her opponent's poor body again. Sarah gives me the mouthpiece and I bite it 
again before I smack my gloves together confidently and stand after hearing the 10-second warning 
buzzer sound. "I'll end her here in the second round, Sarah, and Kayla, I'll fuck you hard after this," I say 
as I give Kayla another kiss before I move to the ring like a raging bull again after the bell rings. I'm 
heading your way and really not bothering to defend myself at all before I swing a couple of left and 
right crosses to your cheeks to wear you out and another powerful jackhammer to your bleeding nose for 
the hometown crowds to cheer on. 
Alia: I'm much more cautious this time when I step out and meet you at mid-ring, bobbing away from 
your crosses as they bounce off my forehead, but I take another shot to my nose that stings again ... but 
determined not to let you get off as much in this round, I slide inside your attempted follow up, pivoting 
into a left uppercut that brushes by your right breast and slams under your chin, before I follow up with a 
hard right hand that thuds heavily into your left side ... 
Vivian: I was too much in a rush to knock you down and I don't realize that an uppercut is crossing my 
right tit, causing me to yell in pain before it shuts me up when the uppercut lands solidly on my chin. 
Saliva is flying out of my mouth and I'm heavily stunned before Alia's right glove smacks my left side hard 
and forces my body to arch to one side, before I yell in pain and leave my body wide open as I'm blinded 
by the pain for the moment. 
Alia: Your painful scream helping me regain my energy even more as I bore inside, using my upper body 
strength to push your arms aside and leaving your body wide open ... I quickly launch a two-fisted attack 
on your abs, punishing you with lefts and rights digging deep in as I grunt loudly with each effort, 
swinging hard and coming up on my toes with each heavy hand as I systematically pound you backward 
... "You enjoying this now, bitch?" I yell as I hook with both hands to your kidneys, send a left hook 
pounding just below the white waistband on the black trunks and follow with a sweeping right aimed at 
your jaw ...  
Vivian: I'm still blinded by the pain before your two-fisted attack lands on my unprepared abs hard, but 
it's not over yet, your repeating lefts and rights keep digging into my already starting to turn tender abs 
and squeezing the air out of me, while I keep taking steps backwards until I notice my back is leaning 
against the ropes. My hands are already dropped to my sides and Sarah keeps yelling me to defend 
myself, but the only thing that I hear right now is, "You enjoying this now, bitch??" which is coming from 
your mouth. Two solid punches from you land on my unprotected kidneys, wobbling my legs 
immediately, and another navel punch makes the wobbling worse before a sweeping right hook hits right 
on my jaw and knocks my mouthpiece out of my mouth right before I fall onto my left side and gasp in 
pain, with both hands cupping on my midsection. 
The ref seems to be freeze for a second as well as the hometown crowd, and that gives me a chance to 
recover for about 10 seconds before she approaches me and slowly starts the count ,giving me a lot of 
chances to stand up before she yells at Alia to go to the neutral corner. "1...........2...........," the ref slowly 
starts the count and it's obvious that the ref is on my side ,"3.........4.........," I quickly grab the nearest 
ropes and try to get up before the ref is able to count higher. The crowd seems so relieved when they 
notice their hero is coming back. I get onto my feet and feel a lot of serious pain on my midsection, but I 
try to forget the pain, quickly running towards you celebrating your "victory" in the neutral corner and 
showing your whole back to me. "Fuck you bitch!!!" I yell in anger as I repeatedly launch left, right, left, 
right, left, right hooks to your kidneys from behind you. 
Alia: I am leering at the crowd in the neutral corner, listening to them scream at me and waving my 
glove at them, before .... "Unhhhhh" I feel your gloves pounding into my lower back and sides, cringing 
against the ropes as you land over and over as my sides begin to get sore, before I'm able to finally turn 
around and grab your arms and gloves with mine, pulling you in next to me and cutting off punching 
room ...  
I lean heavily against the corner pad, more surprised than stunned at your attack, but keeping you tied 
up as I quickly recover, our bodies sliding on each other and our knees pressed between each other's legs, 
my knee pressing into your black trunks and your knee right on my triangle patch as we jostle back and 
forth, both of us landing shots on each other's sides as we struggle against the ropes, the referee in no 
hurry to push our bodies apart ... 
Vivian: My right tit is still aching and the pain become an intense one when we're clinching again and 
accidentally mash our own titties together, but I try to ignore it and repeatedly punch your sides with my 
free arms before I play dirty again by cocking my right knee backwards and ramming it onto your white 
triangle patch, before the ref separates us and yells at you instead of me for doing that. She gives you a 
warning to not clinch again in that way. 
I smile both inside my heart and on my lips as I see that you're in pain and being warned by the ref. I 
know that the victory is going to be mine 'cause I know you can't play dirty as much as I will without 
being penalized by the ref. I move forward and closer to you while you're being warned and suddenly 
mash your nose again with my right glove, before I get a hold of your shoulder and repeatedly smack 
your right tit as a return with my left glove. "How does it feel, bitch?!!!" I yell at your face while my left 
glove is smashing your right tit back and forth without any mercy. 
Alia: Still stunned, with the warm feeling that was building in my pussy suddenly halted by your knee lift 
as my body shudders slightly with the pain .... Your right hand to my nose while I'm still yelling at the ref 
begins the flow of blood once again, and before I can get out of the corner and respond .... 
"OWWWWW", your left slams into my right tit ... "OWWWWW!" I yell as your right follows up into my 
left breast ... hearing you scream at me and the crowd screaming even louder as your fists pound into my 
tits, my yelps of pain drowned out by the crowd ... Memories of our first bout and your mauling of my 
breasts late in that bout start flowing through my mind as my arms slowly fall to my sides, I'm unable to 
raise them with the intense pain as I'm helpless in the corner, about to pass out from the pain in my 
chest. 
Vivian: "You think you can beat me, huh??!! You bitch!!!" I keep ramming my left glove back and forth to 
your right tit before I hang you on the ropes by your arms and repeatedly mash both of your titties 
simultaneously with both of my gloves ' left, right, left, right, left, right, left right, while the crowd jumps 
to its feet and cheers my name louder and louder as they watch their hero mashing her opponent's 
titties. The ref keeps watching me pummeling your titties into a bloody pulp without any mercy, and a 
smile forms on her lips as she just keeps watching. 
Alia: Your tight gloves continue to rip across my breasts as my arms are draped on the ropes, not 
allowing me to go to the canvas and avoid more tit abuse ... The pain almost more than I can bear as my 
eyes water heavily, making it blurry to see, but I can still see you standing in front of me, an evil smile on 
your face as your pummel my breasts, knowing the referee is not about to step in ... all my muscle 
development not helping me as you continue to pound away ... My body about to shut down and my legs 
unable to support my weight, I finally slide my arms off the ropes and fall in a heap at your feet, down 
already for the second time in the bout and almost in a fetal position next to your white boots ...  
Vivian: "Hmmm...another nice workout...what a useless bitch, you're weaker than the last time we 
fought," I yell down at you and taunt you with my words before I head for the neutral corner and smile 
with the crowd, hopping lightly on my toes as my titties bounce and give the hometown crowd 
something to cheer on, before I turn my body around and lean my back against the corner pad and 
watch the ref count Alia faster . 
Alia: I grab the lower rope as I hear the quick count from the ref, "1 .. 2 .. 3 .. 4 .. 5" and desperately start 
dragging myself up the ropes, getting to one hip at "6 .. 7 .. 8" and lunging and grabbing the top rope, 
using all the strength I have in my arm and baseball-sized bicep to pull myself off the canvas at " 9 ... " 
Having to use both arms and gloves to support myself on the ropes, I watch as you almost run across the 
ring again, hearing the crowd scream for you to finish me off and knowing I can't let that happen while 
I'm still breathing ... hearing the 10-second mark signaled by the timer and knowing I only have to hold 
on for a few more seconds ... 
Vivian: "That little bitch just won't die!!!" I yelled to myself as I noticed you getting onto your feet again, 
but you're in an ugly mess ' as I am on my midsection which is turning black and blue right now after 
getting a series of unmerciful beatings from you. So I decide to move slower towards you and flick some 
easy jabs to your face as I'm running out of steam already, before i clinch with you and forcefully 
mashing my titties on your aching titties, You're just lucky, and you better start to pack your stuff and get 
the hell out of here before somebody dies here," I whisper to your right ear while I'm spraying hot breath 
onto your neck and trying to catch my breath. 
Alia: I am almost thankful for your clinch after your jabs, thinking that you could have easily put me 
down again had you continued your brutal attack ... Both of us pushing out hard against the ropes, your 
tits pushing against mine providing a combination of pain and a much-needed massage as your hard 
nipples poke into me ... making me realize how much you're enjoying beating me almost senseless now 
... I hang on close, killing off the final few seconds of the round and listening to your low taunts, the 
crowd not knowing why you're not still punching away when the "DING, DING" sounds ending Round 2 ... 
Almost at the second we break, my trainer is there, having jumped through the ropes and putting his 
head under one arm helping me back to my corner where I collapse on the stool. 
Vivian: Gladly I head back to my own corner, but sharp pains all over my midsection including my right tit 
are killing my smile as I arrive at my own corner and heavily sit on the stool, trying to catch my breath. 
Kayla smiles and kisses me again before she playfully rubs an ice-pack on my right nipple and then 
presses it to ease the pain, while Sarah grabs another ice-pack and rubs it all over my turning black and 
blue midsection, especially my kidneys. I was really surprised that your punches are like sledgehammers 
being rammed onto my body, and clearly I have to protect my midsection even better if i don't want to 
end up coughing blood. The round girl steps into the ring, holding a sign which has written "Round 3" on 
it. The round girl's appearance, with a golden bikini bra and g-string really attracts my attention a lot 
and freezes me for a second as I notice the blondie walk sexily and elegantly around the ring before she 
finally steps out of the ring. Sarah slaps my face and brings me back to reality. "Wake up, girl," she said 
coldly before she takes out my mouthpiece and gives me something to drink, and then slowly cleans the 
sweat off my face with a small handkerchief while waiting for the bell to ring and start the third round. 
Alia: My trainer gets me to the corner, and immediately both cornermen begin to pack my chest with ice 
packs to try to reduce the pain...My body shocked at their initial application, but almost instantly the 
pain begins to subside from your brutal shots to my tits. Fortunately, the rest of me is in decent shape ... 
one cornerman uses the endswell over my eyes and pinches my nose to halt the bleeding, but my trainer 
tears into me once he finishes with the ice-packs. "You're letting that little skinny thing tear you apart!" 
he yells. "You're better than this! You're better than her! And you better start showing it in a hurry or 
you're not going to make it through another round!"  
My anger grows as the pain in my tits starts to subside, as he continued, "Just keep going to the body ... 
she won't be able to take that for very long." I nod as he squirts water in my mouth and over my head 
and starts removing the ice packs at the 10-second buzzer. I stay on the stool all the way to the bell to 
conserve energy ... and to do that even more I only take one step out from the corner at the "DING, 
DING" that starts Round 3, waving you in and giving me a few extra seconds to recover ... 
Vivian: "Well, do whatever you just did to her, I'm sure she'll be out in this round," says Sarah shortly 
before I rise from my stool after the 10 seconds buzzer sounds. "Go get her, tiger," Sarah continued 
before she gives me the mouthpiece and I get myself ready to beat you into crap again in this round. 
I pound my gloves aggressively and quickly move out from the corner as soon as the bell rings, and I 
notice that you are calling me by waving your arms, and I know that you are looking for your own funeral 
by calling me into your corner after what I've done to you in the first two rounds. I head to the corner as 
fast as I can, my sweat dripping from my wet hair onto my oily chest and to the canvas. I dance after I 
meet you in your corner and then pull some taunting punches ' jab, jab with a left cross to your right 
cheek before I dance, and then pull the same jab, jab again with the same cross punch to the same spot. 
It's more to taunt you than to hurt you, I'm just trying to wear you down again in this round before I 
pummel you into a bloody pulp. 
Alia: I pick off your early jabs with my high guard, my gloves pushed back into my face, but on your 
second cross I anticipate and step out, using my arms to lock us in a hard clinch, my arms pinning your 
gloves up around my shoulders and taking you out of punching room, giving me the rest of the break I 
need to let my tits stop throbbing ... using your body to massage them to reduce the pain ... neither of us 
can punch, but I'm content to keep the clinch until the ref physically pulls us apart.  
We lurch around for a few moments before we wind up at mid-ring, the crowd booing my holding tactics 
and the ref finally stepping in, having to go behind your back to unlock my glove thumbs that I locked 
together ... As she's behind you breaking the clinch, I lean my head back as much as I can and rocket it 
forward, my forehead crashing into your nose, feeling the crunch of bones as blood spurts out all over 
both of us as you stagger back ... 
Vivian: After a couple of shots to your face, I can sense that you're starting to be smart in clinching. 
You're able to completely limit my movement by locking my arms really good, and also trying to ease the 
pain on your chest by using my body to massage it, but I really don't want you to recover at all so I wink 
at the ref as a signal to pull us apart and break the clinch. The ref is still standing behind me and trying to 
break the clinch, but after the clinch is almost broken, your head suddenly smashes onto my nose, 
opening a wide cut on the bridge of my nose and breaking it instantly before the blood spurts out from 
my broken nose all over the canvas and both of our chests. My eyes water instantly as I cup my broken 
nose with both of my hands and try to bear the unbearable pain which leaves my body wide open to be 
attacked. 
Alia: My head butt having done its job and with your guard high, I immediately launch a quick left-right 
combo to your abs, pushing you back against the ropes, and a series of hard hooks, doubling and tripling 
with my right glove into your obliques and kidney as you slide down the ropes to evade my right, 
eventually hitting the corner pad as I move in, now a wicked smile on my face and the crowd screaming 
for you to get out of the corner ... which I don't plan to let you do. 
Your gloves still high as I pound your abs over and over, lefts and rights digging in deep and seeing your 
skin turn black and blue instantly...I step back and see your knees buckle, but you're not going down yet 
... I put the palm of my left glove under your chin, holding you up in the corner as my right crashes in 
right on the waistband of the black trunks over and over ... still not letting you go to the canvas. 
Vivian: I'm still holding my nose with both of my gloves before I turn my body around and head towards 
the nearest ropes, while continuing to scream, "Ohh my god .... ohhh my god." I get hold of the rope with 
my right glove while the other one is still cupping my nose, but the blood keeps tricking out of my left 
glove and drops onto the canvas. I try to take my time to recover, but the ref suddenly yells, "Watch 
out!!! Behind you!!!" I immediately turn my body around and see that you are coming at me too soon, 
and suddenly I'm struck with a one-two to my unprepared abs before I lean my back to the ropes, both of 
my arms are protecting my face solidly. But it's useless because you are aiming at my midsection and 
another series of brutal midsection punching pounds in on me. 
Left, right, left, right hooks, straight shots and even haymakers are landing solidly on my black and blue 
midsection. My legs are shaking badly but I still manage to take a step to the left ' which makes 
everything turn out worse than before. Your gloves are digging inside my already tenderized abs over 
and over as you drive me and trap me in a corner. My air is all being squeezed out by your punches and 
my vision is completely blurred, and I'm having a hard time still standing and almost fall to the canvas, 
but you are keeping me standing by holding my chin. 
My arms drop to both of my sides, and the only thing I can do is to look at your eyes hopelessly before 
your right glove crashes onto my already broken abs over and over, causing a little bit blood to run out of 
my mouth as I'm standing like a statue and letting you hit me like a bitch. 
Alia: My right continues to piston into you, some on your abs and some on and just below the waistband, 
before I lean in next to you, my left glove still under your chin and holding you against the corner pad. 
"Come on, bitch! Come punch my tits some more! You liked it so much ... how you like it now? And this is 
just the start ... I'm going to beat you until you beg for me to stop." With that, my right hook slams into 
your face and shattered nose, blood shooting out all over our chests, before I step back and remove my 
left from under your chin, and pound one more hard right hand straight into your pussy as your body 
shudders in pain ... As you slip to the canvas, I stand over you and taunt, "Get up, cunt, get up so I can 
hurt you some more."  
Before the ref can step in and push me to a neutral corner, I use both gloves to grab the bottoms of your 
trunks, tugging them down your legs and working them free from your boots just as the ref moves in ... I 
step away, holding what were my trunks from the first bout over my head as the crowd erupts in boos 
and jeers ... 
Vivian: I'm standing and I keep standing hopelessly, but it's more like hanging while Sarah keeps yelling, 
"Cover up!!! Cover up!!!!" But it's too late when when you whisper your taunts to me and your right 
glove mercilessly slams onto my left eye, causing it to swell instantly before my head snaps violently to 
the side and sprays blood from my broken nose as well as bloody saliva from my mouth. But it's not over 
yet for you, as you launch a deadly straight right towards my clean shaven pussy. "AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" 
Widening both of my eyes and mouth, I scream out loudly and sink my face into the canvas, both of my 
gloves cupping on my crotch and crying in pain, before you pull the bottom of the trunks and peel them 
off my body, revealing my well-rounded butt to the hometown crowd. 
I keep gasping in pain while the tears are running down on my cheeks without me noticing it. The ref 
comes in and yells at you, giving you a warning before she approaches me and gives me two minutes to 
rest without any count at all. She then helps me get up and checks on my broken nose before she asks if i 
want to continue the match or not, right before I nod slowly and the ref hesitantly continues the match. I 
come out again and head towards you with a swelling left eye and blurred vision and a classical boxing 
stance, hoping that I can hold myself upright until the round ends. 
Alia: I could tell the ref was delaying and then not even starting a count as I leaned on the pad in the 
corner, resting my arms from all the punching and not knowing if you're going to continue. But when you 
shakily stand and the ref waves me in, I almost sprint across the ring to continue my assault. I pop a jab 
off your gloves against your high guard and swing another right hook under your ribs, hearing a loud 
"ummphhh" as it pounds home ... doubling up with the right again at the same spot as your nude body 
contorts and I see the blood flowing freely out of your nose and now covering your chest, your tits a 
sticky maroon mess as the blood and sweat run all the way down your body and between your legs. 
You slowly back into the ropes from my punches, and I crouch low and hammer two left hooks under 
your right ribs, the ropes almost bouncing your body back into my gloves as all your weight lies against 
them, before I launch one-two uppercuts with both hands that slam under your chin, sending blood and 
saliva high out of the ring and landing on some of the fans at ringside ... 
Vivian: The sight of the hometown hero isn't a good one right now, with a swelling left eye, black and 
blue midsection and blood all over my broken nose which is starting to spill onto my oily and sweaty 
chest, move on to my black and blue belly and then to my reddening pussy. But I'm still standing in the 
nude and keep heading towards you before a right hook crashes under my ribs, onto my solar plexus 
which wobbles my legs instantly, but I keep myself standing as long as I can, before you hammer my 
right ribs again with two powerful left hooks, causing me to yell in pain. 
I drop my arms again, getting two solid uppercuts which ring and also rock my head backwards violently, 
as I spray my blood all over your chest, mine, the canvas and the fans at ringside, before my mouthpiece 
flies out of my mouth as well as bloody saliva and sweat from my wet hair ' leaving my arms hanging on 
the ropes and heavily stunned without any mouthpiece. 
Alia: I realize I may end the bout right here, with your gloves useless on the ropes and your face and body 
wide open, but instead of punching immediately I lean into you, rubbing your tits with my gloves as I 
whisper in your ear, "You want some more, bitch ... you can quit now and I won't hurt you any more, I 
really want you to tell the world that you give up and you admit that you are nowhere near the fighter I 
am! All you have to do is say the words ... 'I quit' ... and all the pain will be over."  
After a few seconds of no response, I push back from your tits and yell, "OK, bitch, it's your funeral," but I 
can only get off two overhand shots into your swelling eyes and a final right hook just above your pussy 
right at the "DING, DING" that ends Round 3 ... I quickly turn and almost dance to my corner, my gloves 
in the air and waving at the crowd as they boo lustily ...  
Vivian: My arms are hanging hopelessly on the ropes, and that's the only reason that my nude and 
beaten body doesn't fall to the canvas. I notice you leaning on me, rubbing her enormous titties on mine 
before you whisper something at me, asking if I want to give up or not. But I can't answer at all, since my 
vision is already blurred and I can't really hear anything clearly right now because of the ringing inside 
my head. 
Vivian: I'm just a sitting duck while you get pissed and cruelly swing your right glove at my swelling left 
eye, smacking me twice until it opens a wide cut on my left eyebrow and the swelling completely shuts 
my left eye. But that doesn't seem enough for you, as you shoot a powerful straight right into my bruised 
and bare crotch, causing the whole arena to hold their breath before I sink my face onto the canvas and 
hold my crotch, crying in pain without even noticing my tears running down both of my cheeks. The ref 
immediately pushes you away from me and gives another warning, saying that the next time you'll be 
facing a 20 second penalty, having to stand still and let Vivian punch you as many times as she wishes 
during the 20 second penalty. She gives the warning and then asks Sarah to get into the ring before they 
both put their heads under my wet arms and help me get back to my own corner, before they sit my 
hopeless and nude body on the stool and try to revive my consciousness with the smelling salts. 
Kayla immediately grabs the endswell as well as the vaseline before she tries to reduce the swelling on 
my left eye for a couple of minutes with it, and trying to stop the bleeding with the vaseline while 
Kathleen rubs the ice-pack all over my bruised and broken midsection and then my battered crotch. I 
scream and moan in relief when the ice-pack hits my crotch. The ref knows with only the one-minute 
break that I will be facing another brutal beating in the next round, so she signals for the timekeeper to 
extend the break time for me ' before she unties my right glove and puts a heavy metal round into it 
and ties the glove back onto my right hand,. I look at her with a questioning look, but she said that it's ok 
and she'll do anything she can to make sure that I'll win in this match. I nod at her, and then Sarah spills 
water on top of my red hair and wets it instantly before she gives me something to drink and asks me to 
spit out the drink to clear the remaining blood inside of my mouth, while waiting for the round girl to 
step out of the ring and start the next round. 
Alia: My trainer uses the endswell over both eyes and jams Vaseline in my nose again from the damage 
you did in the first two rounds, but those spots aren't bothering me much now, and for most of the 
longer break that the referee is for some reason giving you, the corner crew rubs and massages my body, 
keeping me loose and relaxed. But I can barely stay on the stool, I'm so anxious to get back to you and 
continue dishing out punishment. The thought of that puts an evil grin on my face, especially when I look 
across and see your crew feverishly working over your body and head ' the referee hovering close to 
your corner throughout the too-long break. Well before the warning buzzer, I'm already off the stool with 
my arms and gloves in the air, taunting the fans as many of them scream at me ' I hear one at ringside 
yell, "Fuck you, bitch," and I smile at him while leaning against the ropes near him and rubbing my glove 
over my crotch up and down rapidly. 
I am halfway across the ring by the time the bell rings, anticipating it after the warning buzzer, and catch 
you only a step out of your corner, still not recovered from my beating in the last round. I quickly pop an 
opening jab, jab, jab that all split your gloves with your reactions still slowed, slamming your nose and 
causing blood to trickle out already ' but when you tighten your gloves in front of your face, I sweep a 
right hook that thuds into your temple and rocks you again, dig a left hook under your right ribs and 
follow with a hard straight right into your solar plexus, making your body shiver as you back into the 
corner again. 
I follow you there as you try to grab my arms, I don't resist much since I figure I have a lot of time and I'm 
going to make your pain last a while. From seeing your stomach already black-and-blue, I already know 
that's the place to pound and make you hurt so badly you'll eventually quit or pass out from the pain. 
With us wrestling for position in your own corner and your head next to my shoulder, I hear Kayla yelling, 
"Come on, Viv, get her ... Hit her ' Hit that bitch!!!" I lean slightly back to make eye contact with Kayla, 
and as I begin pistoning low and hard right hands at your body trying to get through your tucked-in 
elbows, looking at Kayla more than you, I yell at her outside the ring, "You tall cunt, once I get through 
fucking this one up, I might just fuck you too for the fun of it'" Kayla leans forward, and I think for a 
minute she's about to grab the ropes and jump up on the ring apron, and for a few seconds even though 
my right arm continues to punch you I focus my attention on your tall and stunning prot'g' ' 
Vivian: The gash on my left eyebrow is still bleeding as well as my broken and turning ugly nose when the 
bell rings and starts the next round already. I can feel sharp pain killing me everywhere, especially my 
crotch, but the ref gets hold of both of my cheeks and stares at my eyes deeply and says, "Beat that bitch 
for me, I want her dead in this ring." I just nod slowly as I see there are two of her face in front of me as a 
result to getting pounded on the eye by you, but I quickly pound my gloves and am eager to return the 
favor back to you. 
Slowly but surely I head out from my corner and slowly move forward. In my mind, I will attack her only 
using my right glove, because that is where the round metal object is. But suddenly, you fire your jabs 
and break by defense entirely, hitting my nose and spilling some blood on your left glove from the jabs. 
But that's not quite enough for you, as you swing a powerful right hook to my right temple and rings my 
head immediately before it sends me flying back into my corner. "WHOOPP!!!" a left hook lands solidly 
on my side before "THUD!!!" a straight right to the solar plexus knocks the air out of me and leaves me 
standing like a broken terminator with shaking legs as the blood gushes out of my mouth even more 
than before.  
The hometown crowd seems hopeless as they watch their hero just standing hopelessly and begging for 
your mercy not to hit her again, before I lose my balance and drop my face to your right shoulder, 
preventing me from falling down to the canvas. "Unngghh...arrgghhhh....offffffff!!," the cries coming out 
of my mouth as well as blood, as you keep pounding my sweaty and broken black and blue abs. I know 
that you want me to quit already because of my terrible injuries, but I don't want to quit at all unless I 
really can't fight anymore, but suddenly I can feel you stop pounding my belly and moving away from 
me, which almost causes me to drop on the canvas. I hear you yelling at Kayla, distracted and possibly 
giving me an advantage. 
I immediately try to get my balance and slide out of the corner, before I notice that Kayla is standing 
behind you and is somehow holding both of your arms and yelling ,"C'mon!!! HIT her Vivian!!! Hit 
her!!!!!!" The yelling seems like a fuel to me, before I suddenly shoot two repeating straights with my 
right glove to your body and then finish it with a powerful uppercut to your crotch ,also using my right 
glove. 
Alia: "UNHHHHHHHH," "AAAAAGGGHHHHH," I scream in pain as it feels like a wrecking ball crashed into 
my abs, which weren't tensed and ready since I didn't expect you to ever hit me again....I double over in 
pain and take a quick step back, a shocked look on my face as both my gloves wrap around my stomach 
where I can already feel a pair of large knots and bruises from your two punches ... Where they came 
from I don't know, but before I can recover any ... "UNNNNNNGGGGHHHH," your right hand slams into 
my crotch and sends shrieks of pain through my body... It feels like my pussy was pounded up into my 
stomach as my knees buckle and I use my gloves on the canvas to steady me and keep from going 
down....  
The pain is blinding and I can feel blood starting to soak my white triangle bikini as I hold both gloves 
against my crotch to try to deaden the pain ... In a fog, I take a quick glance at the ref, expecting some 
kind of penalty or stoppage from Kayla holding me in the corner or your crotch shot, but only getting an 
evil grin ... The crowd screaming as I try to backpedal ... 
Vivian: The ref's lips are forming a wide smile themselves as she watches you beg her to penalize me, but 
that's not going to happen. She is just standing there and letting the crowd scream and cheer at me even 
more, while I cock my right glove back again and unleash a series of brutal punching: Two straights to 
the same spot again with my right glove, a powerful jackhammer to your right eye as I'm already 
forgetting about the pain, and repeating left, right, left, right, left, right, straight shots to your belly while 
Kayla is locking your arms and body really good against the corner pad, giving me a lot of opportunity to 
attack you even more. 
Alia: My body about to cave in from feeling your right hand crash into my stomach two more times, not 
knowing where you're suddenly getting the strength from but knowing nobody has a right hand that hits 
that hard ... but I don't have time to worry about that as I'm trying to tear my arms away from the 2-on-
1 attack in your corner ... I rip one arm away from Kayla's hold and lean out to try to pull the other before 
.... "CRRRRRAAAACCCKK", the sound of your right hand again slugging into my right eye echoes around 
the arena and the force makes me almost black out as I feel it swelling and starting to close immediately 
...  
The shock of your punch to my eye drops my gloves to my side, leaving me defenseless, and I feel Kayla 
grabbing my arms again and pulling me back against the corner pad ... Unnnhhhhhh, your gloves begin 
pounding my abs again, this time I was able to tense them some with Kayla holding me, but the pain is 
still terrible as your gloves start turning me black and blue -- your right glove much more so ... I try to 
bend over to cover up but can't with Kayla holding me upright, and I am having trouble focusing as I look 
at you standing in front of me ... 
Vivian: "Don't you like it, bitch??!!" I yell as I swing another deadly uppercut into your crotch using my 
loaded right glove and then stop punching for a second. "And now I want you to give up and say that 
Vivian is the best fighter in the world and I'm just another jerk who messed up with her on the wrong day 
and place. C'mon!!!! i want you to say that!!!!" I shoot a combo of lefts and rights straight to your tensed 
belly, which is also turning black and blue from my gloves beating on you. 
"Say it, bitch!!!!!" I cock my right glove backwards and then launch a vicious uppercut onto your crotch 
again, and then over and over while I noticing that blood is coming out from your battered pussy. "Say it, 
or you won't be able to use that thing again!!!," I yell at your face before I shoot another powerful right 
straight to your left eye without any mercy, and then slowly move my right ear close to your lips to hear 
your answer, but nothing is coming out of your mouth except for pain moaning. "No?!!!!!," I say angrily 
before I signal Kayla to step off the ring apron and let you be handled by me alone. 
She nods and then gets off the ring quickly, leaving you battered and alone with me before I yell again at 
her face, "No??!!!! What a fucking wrong answer, bitch!!!!" With anger, I throw a vicious and deadly 
haymaker to your nose using my "dirty" right glove before I grab you by the waist and then push you into 
one of the neutral corners and begin raining you with another series of punches. "You're going to regret 
stepping into the ring with me again, whore!!!!," I yell as I spit blood on your face and then mercilessly 
launch two lefts and rights to both of your eyes, before I grab a handful of your hair again with my left 
glove and then cruelly and without any mercy pound your face over and over with my right glove.  
Alia: I can feel the blood beginning to run out of my pussy as "AHHHH, AHHH" your crotch shots pound 
home, I can do nothing but take it as I struggle to free my arms from Kayla's grasp, but my strength 
quickly leaving and making it easier for her to hold me up and set me up for your beating ... My bikini 
triangle soaked now before ... "UNHHH" your right again pounds my left eye, making me see stars once 
again ... Finally Kayla lets go of my arms and I curl up in a tight cocoon to try to protect myself as you 
stand and taunt me ... Unable to cover up as my body begins to fail as "THHHWWACK" your too-strong 
right hand slams my nose, I feel it breaking as your glove flattens it and blood spurts out onto your white 
glove before you almost guide me to a corner and rain more punches, but at least now I can cover up 
from some by instinct ... until you grab my hair and the too-hard right glove slams my face over and over 
... I am nearly unconscious from your face battering, and the last of your right hands slams me to my 
knees, my gloves still cupping my sore crotch and my face and eyes starting to swell worse ... 
Vivian: "Down again??!! What a lame bitch you are!! You're just wasting my time, you bitch!!!" I move 
beside you and cruelly kick you on your left side, before the ref gets hold of me for the first time and 
begins to count immediately. It seems that she wants to give Alia another loss already and end this 
match shortly so she can make sure that I'll win. 
The crowd jumps to its feet and cheer my name over and over, "VIVIAN!, VIVIAN!, VIVIAN!," as they 
watch me bring you down again for the second time in this round. I turn my body to them and then 
parade around the ring as the bleeding on my nose and my other gashes is starting to slow down and 
some of them are even stopping already while I'm parading around the ring while waiting for the ref to 
count you out and end this match. 
Alia: My chest is on fire as I prop myself on my hands and knees near the middle of the ring, but at least 
my head is clear this time and I can hear the ref rushing her way over to me after moving you away and 
starting the fast count ... "1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4 ... 5," I listen and shake my head, my mind clearing and ready to 
rise before the "10." When she reaches nine, I quickly rise, my legs still shaky but holding me up ... My 
body aching with pain and moving very slowly, but I see you waving to the crowd and sexily walking 
around the ring, your back to me, and I almost stagger over to you and grab your arm with one glove to 
help balance me .. When you wheel around, I realize you didn't expect me to be up after your second 
knockdown, and I lurch into you and throw my arms around you, trying to clinch and avoid any further 
pain from your gloves ...  
When I lurch into you, though, our feet tangle and we both crash to the canvas, me on top of you and 
you landing on your back with a "whufff" of air .. my head lands on your right glove and I feel something 
hard poking into my cheek, and even in my dazed state from my own background I realize your glove is 
loaded ... instinctively and out of desperation, I bite into the leather, ripping it open ...  
Vivian: I continue to parade before the ref yells , "Watch out!!!" for the second time. I turn my body 
around and am surprised that you're up and coming at me fast. I raise both of my gloves to try to protect 
my face, you're wrapping your arms around me and clinching with me before our feet tangle and I fall 
hard onto the canvas on my back, stunned for a moment as your body crashes on top of me. But then 
something unexpected happens as you start biting my right glove like a wild dog and rip it open. With 
the weight pressing against it, the 8-oz. glove rips easily in your teeth and the round metal object falls 
onto the canvas as soon as the glove was ripped. In my mind, I curse myself and am pretty ashamed, but 
I quickly push your head away from my right glove and yell at you, "What the fuck are you doing??? You 
crazy bitch!!!" 
Alia: I see the weight fall out, and despite my pain and suffering I now know the reason for much of that 
pain ... and now that my corner crew knows it, too, they can keep an eye on your crew to make sure 
there's no more glove-loading ... I feel you pushing me away and rolling yourself on top of me, screaming 
at me now that I'd wrecked your weapon, and even though I'm too out of it to yell or say anything back I 
still manage a woozy grin ... 
Your body on top of mine for a few moments gives me a chance to rest and avoid any more pounding, 
and your chest next to mine also starts to dull the pain ... before the ref starts untangling us and you 
move off me, the "DING, DING" sounds ending Round 4, and when you move off I slowly rise and take a 
stumbling step to my corner ... 
Vivian: I'm getting a little bit upset and a little bit ashamed,as the hometown crowd sees the weight 
falling out of their champ's right glove, but they're still clapping their hands for me and keep yelling my 
name even though their champ had done a lot of dirty stuff in the previous rounds. I stand up and then 
head back to my own corner, sit on the stool and breathe heavily, letting my chest heave up and down as 
I'm catching my breath, before Sarah takes out the mouthpiece and gives me something to drink while 
Kayla tries to clean the dried blood from my face as the round girl steps into the ring with a sign saying 
"Round 5."  
Alia: My trainer meets me before I can take a couple of steps and walks me to the corner, and I hear him 
yelling over his shoulder, "You can't beat her without all of that stuff, huh ... some champion you are" ... 
In my semi-conscious state, I'm still a little surprised and impressed at his yelling at you after what I'd put 
them through the last few weeks ... he sits me down hard and the crew does the ice-bag pack once again 
on my sore chest, this time adding a couple on my crotch as I scream out on their contact ...  
I see them replacing the ice bag on my crotch in a few seconds and see the blood covering it, and I know 
I'm probably hurt badly there and can't take much more there ... "OK, we've taken care of the heavy right 
hand," my trainer yells at me, "so now it's time to go to work" ... Even with his prodding, I know I'm still 
in trouble if I don't slow down your attack and give my body time to recover ... I'm still on my stool well 
after the warning buzzer, getting as much rest as I can before I rise at the "DING, DING" of the bell and 
lock eyes with you again, seeing your right hand without a glove, only taped up as you quickly walk 
toward me.
Vivian: I hear your trainer yelling at me and that pisses me off, my expression looking like I want to break 
the teeth out of his mouth immediately after hearing his taunts, but Sarah cools me off quickly before the 
ref rules that I will fight without any glove on my right hand. Your trainer wants to protest but the ref 
replied shortly, "That's the penalty for ripping someone's gloves up. That's it .. Vivian will fight without 
any glove on her right hand, and if you rip her glove up again, I'll make sure that she'll be fighting you 
with bare hands." The ref then returns to my corner to check on my condition again, ignoring all of your 
crew's protests about my bare right hand.  
The round girl step off the ring and the 10-second warning buzzer sounds before I aggressively rise from 
the stool , eager to beat your face into a gory mess with my only taped hand. Sarah cleans the dry blood 
again with her handkerchief before she whispers, "Play dirty and you shall win ithis match, Vivian." I nod 
at her and immediately lunge my nude, beaten and sweating body forward at the bell ' really not 
bothering to defend myself as I begin the round with a long superman punch to your nose by using my 
taped right fist. But I'm not done yet with you, as I bend my body and swing two powerful left and right 
crosses to your battered titties before an uppercut which swung successfully into your battered and 
bloody crotch.  
Alia: I may have barely survived Round 4, but I'm a long way from being ready to fight again when the 
bell rings, especially when you race across the ring to take advantage of my still-weakened state and 
with the advantage of that taped-up fist .. a fist that seems to fly out of nowhere and slam into my nose, 
spurting blood on the canvas and soaking into the tape on your right hand ' "OOOOWWWWW," two 
more shots crash into my sore tittles and almost paralyze my entire body from the pain, leaving me 
standing defenseless at mid-ring. The pain isn't over, as your taped fist launched from very low slams 
into my pussy '.  
"UUUUGGGHHHHH," a huge moan shudders out of my mouth as my knees buckle again, and to keep 
from going down again I lunge forward and grab you around the waist, trying to lock up your arms and 
get a break from your horrific assault. My addled mind knows I have to respond to your dirty tactics, but 
so far you're not giving me the chance as you have me badly stunned and shaken ' all I can do is lock 
onto you as hard as I can, and at least I'm able to do that as we're almost wrestling at mid-ring, you 
unable to get loose and set up more punches. 
Vivian: The feeling of my punches all slamming home makes me even more excited to pound you 
senseless and force you to stay in the hospital for a couple of months or for the rest of your life. I cock my 
left glove and plan to crush your nose again, but you act quickly and lock both of my arms as you try to 
clinch with me. We both stand in the center of the ring, accidentally mashing both our battered titties 
against each other while the crowds keep cheering at me ... almost demanding me to beat you or 
probably kill you, which is going too far even for me. 
Cocking my taped right fist backward, I unleash the most devastating and deadliest uppercut that I ever 
gave to someone as I put all of my weight behind that uppercut which is aiming for your poor chin. 
Alia: The clinch gives me a couple of seconds to recover and catch my breath while the crowd screams, 
wanting you to break loose and do more damage, screaming for my blood and not caring how you beat 
me ' just how badly. Our tits rubbing together gives me some small sense of relief from the burning 
pain, and the longer I can hold the clinch the better I know I will feel ' but I'm not sure how long I can 
hold it as I feel you trying to push off from me, struggling and squirming and slowly building up punching 
room. 
My head is just about to clear enough for me to mount some kind of counter attack, and I am just about 
to push back and hopefully slam some shots into your abs '. "KAAAAA-POWWWWW!!!!," I hear the 
sound from your taped-up right hand crashing under my chin almost before I feel it, the sensation of 
flying floods my mind as your punch literally sends me through the air, covering several feet from the 
hardest punch I've ever felt ' I'm already almost unconscious, my only thoughts wondering where you 
get that kind of power and developing even more respect for you, when I land in a heap in your own 
corner, on my back and sprawled across and tangled in the ropes, my head over one side and one leg 
over the other side of the corner ' Looking up at the lights over the ring spinning and seeing you 
standing and blocking some of the lights, what looks like four or six arms and just as many gloves in the 
air and the noise sounding like echoes in my ringing ears ' almost completely out and knowing I have 
almost no chance to beat the 10-count this time, and that my last shot at regaining my title could be 
over ' 
Vivian: I throw both of my arms into the air and feel so excited to be able to beat you and knock you 
down like this, now having knocked you down four times in the bout. I know that you won't be able to 
get up anymore, but by the time I arrive at the neutral corner and rest my back on the corner pad, 
waiting for the ref to start the count that will end the bout, I notice Kayla and those luscious eyes of hers 
up on the ring apron, reaching through the ropes to your beaten body. I can see that she is eager for 
some sex, which I haven't given her for quite some time, so I just let her play with your battered titties 
and bloody pussy skillfully, eventually causing you to moan in pleasure and pain at the same time, while 
the ref and I just smile to each other, knowing that you won't be able to get up anymore. My uppercut 
was deadly, and usually no one gets up after i pull that finisher ' they usually ended up passed out from 
the pain or in a coma. 
After five minutes of letting Kayla play with you, I realize that the ref hasn't started to count yet, so you 
haven't officially lost in this match. I head towards the corner and pull Kayla away from you, stopping her 
activities immediately before I yell, "What the fuck are you thinking, you little bitch??!! You're giving her 
time to recover, bitch!!!," I yell straight at Kayla's face before I slap her hard on her left cheek and yell at 
the ref to start the count. I guess winning the title is blinding me and I couldn't help myself except to yell 
and slap whoever is postponing my win in this match, like what Kayla did just now. 
Alia: Your deadly ungloved right hand has all but finished me off as I lie in your own corner, almost 
unconscious and knowing I'll never beat the 10-count ... Even in my semi-conscious state, I hear Sarah 
and Kathleen next to me and just outside the ropes, screaming with joy and yelling that nobody gets up 
from your finisher ... Still so woozy I almost don't feel hands starting to slowly rub first across my 
bleeding pussy and then my bruised titties ... The pain on both is almost unbearable, but the stroking 
hands also start making my body respond as they start moving faster and faster across my crotch ... My 
eyes starting to focus just a little as my body starts to shiver from the pain and what is starting to feel 
more and more pleasurable ...  
I finally roll my head to the side, looking at the ropes, and I see Kayla kneeling on the ring apron, 
reaching through the ropes and I realize it's her hands that are now starting to press into my sore pussy 
and tweaking my suddenly-hard nipples ... I see Kayla biting her lower lip and realize she's getting hotter 
than she already looked, but I also feel my body starting to shudder ... and then shudder even more as 
my hips start to respond to Kayla's hands, and she feels my response and really starts to work her hand 
and her fingers deep inside me ... Even with the soreness, I can feel the wetness beginning to build inside 
me and the telltale signs of a coming orgasm ... Damn, she's got great hands, I'm thinking as my brain is 
beginning to clear -- clearing enough that I realize there's no referee standing close and I still haven't 
been counted out ..  
I had no concept of time, but even with Kayla's great hands I had to have been here in the corner for at 
least a few minutes ... But before I try to beat the count, I cut loose with a loud moan as Kayla finishes 
me off, making me explode pussy juices all over her hand before she raises it and starts to lick her fingers 
-- and just before I see you come over and pull Kayla's hands away from me, slap her hard across the face 
and berate her for delaying what I thought was inevitable ... except her hand job has invigorated me and 
strangely gotten rid of some of the soreness ... As you step back I see the ref step in and begin counting, 
"1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4 ..." but I now feel I at least have a chance, reaching up and grabbing the ropes above me 
and using my arm strength -- the only parts of my body that still feel strong -- to physically tug myself up 
and clear the canvas as the ref reached " ... 8 ... 9..." I am up on very wobbly legs, made even more so 
after my in-ring orgasm, but I'm up and leaning heavily against the ropes, knowing I still have to hold on 
the rest of the round to have a chance... 
Vivian: Looking at you getting on your feet is completely pissing me off, especially after what Kayla had 
done to help her. "You fucking bitch, look what have you done!!!" I slap her hard on her cheek again and 
Kayla doesn't seem want to fight back, she just shuts herself up and then steps off the ring and let me 
handle Alia myself. 
"What an annoying bitch!!!" I yell to you as I run towards you like a raging bull before I spin my body 
around and unleash a powerful straight roundhouse kick to your crotch. I quickly grab you by the hair to 
prevent you from falling down again and yank your head back, sending my powerful right elbow to your 
left ear and whispering, "You like being played by Kayla, huh??!! She's my bitch and I won't allow her to 
touch anyone except me, but she had already touched you, so get ready for some punishment, bitch!!!!" I 
yell at your face and shoot a vicious straight right to your left tit again and again and again, showing no 
indication of stopping my brutal and dirty punishment, until I change hands to hold your hair and knock 
your face brutally with my left gloved hand, sending hooks, jabs and even haymakers into your face. 
Alia: I cover up quickly in the corner, knowing you're not going to stop attacking me, especially after 
you'd thought you'd already won ... and you still may right here if I don't make it to the bell ... I'm 
anticipating your punching attack and am ready, but "Ufffff" your kick comes below my guard and I feel 
blood and pussy juice running down my leg as your foot slams into me ... But fortunately, my high gloves 
and cocoon defense helps deflect your elbow that would have put me down again ... Your hair grab pulls 
me up enough that your taped-up right hand slams into my left tit over and over as I scream again in 
pain, tears rolling down my cheeks as I try to stay conscious ...  
Your left glove starts to pound into my face, but I'm able to again deflect some of your blows, leaning 
back into the ropes next to the corner and dodging left and right to take some of the steam off your tit 
punches and try not to let your fists pound directly into my breasts and mash them even worse. And 
that's working, until your bare hand grabs my hair and pulls my head up again, your left starting to 
pound my face brutally all over again ' "Ugggghhhhh," your glove slams into one eye and then the 
other, causing sweat to fly and the tears to come out even more from the pain as my eyes begin to swell 
to slits again ' The ring begins to spin again as your left hook slams my head to my left, tugging against 
the hair that is still locked in your right hand, and my legs begin to waver again, you having worn me 
down to the point that I'm almost headed to the canvas with every punch, especially when your left rears 
back even further and crashes haymakers into my face ' I hear my corner screaming at me and also hear 
the 10-second warning, now knowing I am going to survive the round but just trying to stay upright until 
the bell and not sure I can do that with your pounding seemingly getting harder. 
Vivian: I let go of your hair and yell in your face, "You want to die?!!! Just give it up and go home 
bitch!!!!!" I yell as I shoot a right straight to your mouth and then a left cross to your right eye. "You 
want to end up lying in the morgue?!!! If you want to, just say so and I would have killed you earlier, you 
pathetic bitch!!!!" Anger is taking over me and blinding me as you are still standing and not showing any 
indication that you'll give up at all. 
"It's your own funeral, bitch!!!" I clench both of my fists and unleash a series of head punching ' brutal 
ones that are spilling more blood this time. Repeating left, right, left, right crosses to your eyes , a right 
cross to your left ear, a powerful jackhammer straight to your lips before I get hold of your chin with my 
right hand to prevent you from falling down to the canvas again, and stare deeply in your eyes before my 
lips mutter some words, "Last chance, give up or die!!!," I yell at your face, leaving my body quite open 
for a counter attack while threatening you but knowing you are in no condition to even punch me. 
Alia: In my weakened state, I can't block your punches and your two shots get through to my face ... and 
then over and over, your fists ripping cuts over both eyes and blood running down into my eyes and 
mouth, but when I finally cover my face with my gloves your cross slams the side of my head and knocks 
me into the ropes next to the corner, and your follow up right splits my gloves and crashes into my mouth 
... I feel your hand holding my chin and can tell you are taunting me, but I can't understand the words ... 
but when you release my chin I slip to both knees, down for the fifth time in the bout and leaning against 
you, my gloves holding your hips and my head near your heated-up crotch and I barely hear the "DING, 
DING" that ends Round 5 ... 
Vivian: The feeling of your broken and bloody face on my crotch completely turns me on, especially when 
the blood from your face is running down into my crotch, giving a pleasure that I haven't gotten for a 
really long time during the bout. I can feel my pussy is starting to leak some juice after the blood dripped 
onto my bruised and bare crotch, but I try to hold on and not have an orgasm and look down at you . "Do 
you feel that??!! That's the smell of a champ's pussy!! Feel it more, you twerp!!," as I wrap both of my 
hands around your head and pull your head closer to my pussy, before I shove your face onto it and 
almost suffocate you before Sarah comes into the ring and slowly asks me to let you go. 
I do exactly what Sarah says and head back to my own corner before I sit on the stool and lean my 
sweating back against the corner pad, breathing heavily while both of my arms are spread widely on the 
ropes after Sarah takes the mouthpiece out and s it away from me. My eyes keep staring at you in the 
opposite corner, while the devil inside of my heart keeps telling me to finish that bitch once and for all, 
which means to kill her in this ring. I heard the devil's whispers, and decide to kill you in the next round in 
my own way. I don't care what the crowd will say about me, but I will really hate it if I lose in this match 
' I'll do anything to win, including kill my opponent. 
Alia: I slowly get to my feet, my face covered with your juices, and half-walk and half-stumble back to my 
corner and fall heavily onto the stool, and almost immediately I feel an arm reach around me and a hand 
beginning to rub across my crotch. I turn half-dazed and see Dan's head and our eyes lock for a second, 
and I realize after what he saw a minute ago he's trying to help me keep recovering. I mouth a "thank 
you" and spread my legs a little further apart ' Even in my dizzy state, I can tell his hands aren't as good 
as Kayla's, but he is trying to help and I breathe deep while the other cornermen pack my crotch, tits and 
over my eyes with the ice bags, stifling a scream as they touch my sore skin and start to dull the pain. 
My trainer puts his face close to mine while Dan keeps fingering me and the rest of the crew works the 
endswell to stop the swelling and works on my cuts. "I don't care about the rules, I'm going to tell the ref 
I'm stopping this," he says. "She's hurting you too much ' she's too good, especially since she's doing all 
the illegal stuff and they're doing nothing about it." My eyes widen as I scream as much as I can, "You're 
not '. going to fucking ' stop this ' You know I'm better than she is ' and I'm not quitting ' after 
everything we've ' put into this." He looks down and then up at me again, "With all the cheat stuff she's 
doing, the only way I'm not stopping this is that you tell me you are ready to do whatever is necessary ' 
and I mean whatever ' to win." 
I nod wearily, and he instantly yells, "Dan! Needle!," and I see Dan digging in his training bag and pulling 
out a syringe he'd prepared ' a combination of adrenaline and morphine. It has to be precise ' too much 
morphine and it dulls the senses, but too much adrenaline and the heart may not be able to take it ' but 
Dan hides what he's doing and quickly injects into my ass. It only takes a few moments to have an effect, 
with the soreness going away even faster and a little bit of an energy surge, more than I've had in most 
of the last two rounds. 
While Dan's doing that, my trainer cuts the tape off the inside of my gloves, exposing the hard laces and 
the metal grommets. "You do know what this is for," he says and I nod, before he goes to work on the 
gloves themselves, massaging pepper spray into both of the thumbs and pouring chloroform over the 
rest of the leather of my left glove. "And you know what to do with these ' just don't get your left up 
close to your own face." He was careful to make sure nobody was watching, and he had no worries form 
your corner as I was watching most of the break and your corner was too busy celebrating to notice. 
My crew quickly takes the icebags off at the 10-second buzzer and Dan finishes working my pussy over, 
and boosted by those and the injection I feel like fighting for the first time in a couple of rounds. I'm a 
little disturbed that I'm covered in illegal tactics, but I justify it by remembering the 2-on-1, the bare fist, 
the crotch shots, the elbows and kicks ' you started this, I think, so if any of this has an effect ' I feel a 
little invigorated despite the beating I've been taking ' not on top of the world, but good enough to 
stride out of my corner and set in a strong stance right at the "DING, DING" that begins Round 6. 
Vivian: I'm sitting still on the stool, a little bit exhausted and desperate after I wasn't able to put you 
down for good in the previous round. I can even notice that you are already in a terrible state and will 
probably go down if I throw two or three punches to your face again, but something tells me that I won't 
be able to stop you, and I quickly reply to the "Something," ,"Fuck you!!! I'm the Champ and I'll beat her 
even if I have to kill her for the title." 
It is a pretty long break and seeing your crew standing around you is making me curious, they look like 
they're trying to cover you and plan for something, but suddenly the raven-haired round girl steps into 
the ring and completely distracts my attention away from you and your crew. The round girl is a wow, 
and I can see jealousy in Kayla's eyes from the moment I turn my head away from the round girl and take 
a look at her, but she turns her head away from me and pretends to dry my wet and bruised face slowly 
with a towel before I whisper, "Sorry," straight to her ear right as the bell rings to start the next round. 
The hometown crowd jumps on its feet while I rise from the stool quickly and angrily stare at you before I 
refuse to bite the mouthpiece,e, saying "I don't need it at all," before I head towards you without any 
defense at all and not knowing what kind of danger that I'll face. 
Alia: As I stride out of my corner, hands up high, I see the angry look on your face, and since I know 
you're expecting me to be your punching bag again after the last two rounds, I decide to play along for a 
few seconds and let you get overanxious and overconfident and wait for an opening ... I'm not waiting 
too long, since your fists have hurt me enough already, and since the adrenaline is really kicking in and 
I'm itching to throw some hard leather ... but I decide to wait and let you take the first couple of shots to 
see what opens up, and I pull my gloves up surrounding my face and tuck my elbows in tight to my body, 
halfway bent over like I'm just trying to avoid being hit ...  
Vivian: "All right, whore, just tell me what kind of way that you prefer to die!!!" I come forward straight 
to you without any dancing and circling like I usually do when the round is just started, and I quickly open 
it with a quick jab, jab to your face and yell. "How does that feel, bitch??!!! Don't worry, there're a lot 
more coming, though!!" I start to hop lightly on my toes and let my little-bit-battered titties bounce up 
and down before the crowd roars and completely goes nuts, but I ignore all of them and focus myself on 
bringing this match to an end by a slow, sloppy but really powerful and deadly superman punch to your 
face. 
Alia: You walking right at me, no dancing on your toes, tells me you're not expecting any resistance from 
me and you're expecting to put be back on the canvas quickly, especially when you begin taunting as 
your jab bounces off my gloves guarding my face ... But it only takes a few seconds before I see you pull 
back your taped-only right hand well behind you, preparing one of your finishing moves ... I see an evil 
grin on your face, and quickly think that's my target ...  
With your right hand back, I take a fast step forward with my left foot and shoot two straight and quick 
left jabs to your unprotected face, POP, POP, before I swing a right hook aimed right at the point of your 
chin ... and quickly follow up with a left uppercut that buries under your ribcage, putting all the arm 
strength I have and pivoting my body for that uppercut ... 
Vivian: Too much pride and too much underestimating of you are completely making me get pounded by 
you, since I was without any kind of defense at all. Two straight jabs completely crash into my face and 
snap my head back two times, but the punches aren't really hurting my face until a left jab hits straight 
on my nose. My vision becomes unclear and I really have a hard time seeing where you are, before your 
her right hook crashes on the point of my chin and sends my head snapping to the side while my mouth 
sprays saliva, right before an uppercut from you completely buries under my ribcage, right into my solar 
plexus ... forcing my eyes to widen before I drop both of my arms and clutch my belly in pain. 
Alia: With your guard down, and my heart pounding from the rush of landing a solid punch and the 
adrenaline, I move quickly inside and snap another right hook off your chin which sends your head 
sideways again ... Seeing that you don't have a mouthpiece in, I follow with a series of hard uppercuts 
under your jaw -- left, right, left, right, my arms looking like windmills as they fly up under your 
unprotected face ...  
My left and right hooks crash into your eyes and I feel the jarring of solid contact all the way to my 
shoulder, telling me you were completely unprepared for this ... Before you can raise your gloves to 
defend, I aim a straight right hand directly onto your nose hoping to back you up ... and really hoping 
that you will try to clinch soon and slow down my assault -- a clinch that I can really use to my advantage 
with the "tricks" my corner set up between rounds ... 
Vivian: I'm just standing and defenseless, with both of my hands still cupping my belly while I gasp in 
pain. The uppercut really feels harder than before, it feels like I'm being pounded by a sledgehammer 
instead of a glove. I look at you with horror, but you immediately welcome me with a right hook to my 
chin, opening more cuts inside of my mouth before it starts to bleed again. 
My vision is still blurring after smelling something strong from your left glove, and I don't even know 
what it was but I keep thinking over and over before you smack your iron fists over and over onto my 
chin, snapping my head back and forth like a bobblehead before my back falls onto the ropes and I'm 
barely conscious at all. But that's not enough for you as you continue to rock my head sideways and open 
a wide gash on my right eyebrow, and make the gash wider on my left eyebrow before it bleeds again. 
The blood drops give me a sharp pain after the sweat mixes with those cuts, but the pain can't be 
compared with the pain on my nose after getting a straight right from your iron fist. 
The blood sprays everywhere and I'm almost down to the canvas, but I'm lucky enough to land my 
broken face onto your chest and take a rest for a minute, trying to think what just happened to me in this 
round. 
Alia: My shots to your face and the final crashing right to your nose took a big toll, as your body pitches 
forward off the ropes and your head lands on my chest, the blood from the cuts over your eyes bleeding 
on my tittles where I let you sit for a few seconds before pushing you up straight and pushing my body 
against yours and against the ropes ... I see the referee standing far away to my right, her face showing 
the shock of the quick turnaround in the bout, and with my left side shielded I violently rake the inside of 
my left glove across your right eye, the hard laces and the metal grommets digging deep into your skin, 
opening the cut wider over your eye and slicing the skin open below the eye as I hear you whimper in 
pain ...  
But that whimper becomes a full yell when I use my left glove thumb to gouge deep into your eye socket 
twice, rubbing hard and twisting it the second time to make sure the pepper spray blinds you ... Blood 
coming out like a river over and under your eye before the referee runs over to that side to check, but I 
move my head to your right shoulder to block the ref's view and quickly gouge your left eye hard with the 
thumb of my right glove as I feel your body shudder with pain ... 
Vivian: I am just laying my face on your chest, hoping the round will end soon, but apparently you 
already had other plans in mind and rake your terrible hard laces across my right eye, cutting the gash 
on my right eyebrow even wider and also opening gashes on my right eyelid and eyebag, the enormous 
amount of blood dripping onto my chest and covering most of my titties and my right eye. I scream in 
pain and try to wipe some blood from my right eye and try to regain my vision, but you suddenly gouge 
both of my eyes with your thumbs and cause me to yell in pain as my eyes feels like burning. 
I completely cup both of my eyes with my hands and cry in pain before the ref comes in and yells at you 
for cheating, signaling the judges to deduct points before she quickly takes a look at my eyes. My eyes 
look so terrible and becoming redder by the moment. The ref talks to me, but I can't even see her face 
while she is talking to me ... I can only hear the sound, her asking if I'm giving it up or not, and of course I 
yell, "NO!!" and push her away angrily before I start to yell like an insane woman and throw some blind 
punches. 
 
Alia: The last thing I'm worried about is a points reduction from the ref, and I've already got plans for her 
if I can finish off and win this bout ' but right now I'm more concerned with continuing to batter and 
pummel you as much as I can. And obviously, I've got to do more, since despite all the abuse you've 
taken this round, you're still on your feet when most fighters would have already been down and out. I 
feel even more of a grudging respect for you and your toughness ' but that's not going to stop me from 
hurting you badly while I have the chance. 
I watch the ref check your eyes, which are virtually shut, and asking if you want to quit, and I'm not 
surprised when you scream at her, your anger giving you more energy. But with your near-blindness, all 
your punches are off-target, and I easily side-step them and quickly slam four straight hard left-right-left-
right shots to your abs, forcing you back against the ropes again where I quickly pin you with my arms. 
Your blood is running in torrents and is now covering my shoulder and chest. "Where's all that you had 
coming, bitch?," I yell at your face, not sure if you can see me but making sure you can hear, while at the 
same time slamming my right hand into your belly over and over. "Come on ' you said you were going 
to kill me! When's my funeral, cunt? Where's the punishment you're supposed to be giving me? WHERE, 
BITCH???" 
You're going to get weak just from the loss of blood soon, but I'm not waiting that long as I press my left 
glove into your face, letting you take in the chloroform odor while my glove holds you up and against the 
ropes, while I begin pounding your titties with right crosses, slashing across your breasts over and over, 
at least a dozen punches to each tit. Quickly your tittles match your abs in hues of black and blue, before 
I move in close and shield the ref with my body, and quickly slash your worked-over breasts with the 
inside of my right glove, the laces and grommets ripping the skin and the nipples and causing ugly dark 
blood to come out of your bruises as I pull my left glove away from your face ' 
Vivian: I know my punches will be off target, but I'm just hoping that one will hit you in the face or 
somewhere, but it's becoming hopless when you easily dodge all of my punches and slam fours straight 
rights into my broken abs, causing blood to gush out of my mouth again as the internal organs have 
already failed. But it seems that your "playtime" is still way too long, as you pin both of my arms and 
force my back against the ropes again. I'm just standing and looking at you hopelessly, with the blood 
running down from the gashes on my right eye onto my chest and onto the floor. I feel my body is going 
limp as I'm losing too much blood already from my mouth as you keep pounding my broken abs over and 
over until I cough up a lot of blood and am barely conscious at all. 
I can hear your taunts, but it sounds weird to me because the only thing I hear is ,"Cme.....youuuuuu 
saiiiidddddd youuuu were goingggg to killllll me." The sound is echoing in my mind as I'm just standing 
there and coughing blood, looking at your face with a hopeless look and hoping that the bell rings soon 
and save me from this terrible beating, but waiting for the bell to ring feels like an eternity. It's getting 
hard to breathe and I'm almost passing out with the strong smell on your left glove piercing into my nose 
and petrifying me, before you unleashe a lot of savages punches, crossing and slashing over my titties 
again and again ... giving me unberable pain on my chest but I can't scream at it at all as the hard laces 
on your gloves rip my nipples and open wide cuts on both of my nipples and let the ugly dark blood pump 
out freely from my chest and onto the canvas again. Many in the crowd are yelling ,"Stop this match!!! 
stop this match!!! stop this match!!!" but the ref can't do anything about it at all as she remembers that 
it's a "no ref stopping" match. 
Alia: I step back, not believing that anyone could stand up to this much of a beating and hoping you will 
go down so I can end this ... I hear the crowd screaming for a stoppage and I'm hoping that the ref will 
forget that rule and call the fight, but she doesn't do anything ... except watch you wobble and bleed 
against the ropes, the canvas slick where you're standing with your blood ... I wait for a few more 
seconds, seeing if you are and hoping you will crumple to the canvas, before I launch a crashing right 
hand that pounds into the middle of your face and your nose, a sickening "thud" sound echoing around 
the ring as my glove lands ...  
Vivian: I'm still standing there amazingly, but my legs are shaking badly and I'm probably headed down 
with any single touch to my body. My back is leaning against the ropes and pressing them down while 
my eyes are already completely blinded by the pepper. I only can see your shadow from a distance and 
can tell that you are coming closer and closer before "THUDDD!!!!!" a sickening and vicious straight right 
buries deep into my nose, spurting blood everywhere before it snaps my head back and sends my body 
flying over the ropes and violently dropping onto the hard floor outside the ring. 
"Ohhh no!!!," one of the crowd yells while the others are holding their breath after watching their hero 
being knocked out of the ring. The back of my head lands on the floor first before my body, sending me 
into blackness immediately with my legs and arms spread eagled. 
Alia: With my last right knocking you out of the ring, I quickly raise my tired arms over my head and 
make a quick lap around the ring before I return to the ropes, leaning against them and watching you 
out on the floor, hoping you'll stay out for the 10-count ... and when I thought of the 10-count, I looked 
over at the referee, also standing and eyeing you on the floor and not doing anything about counting you 
out of the ring ... I grab her shirt with my glove and pull her close to my face, making sure some of your 
blood rubs off on her ...  
"Listen, bitch," I yell at her face, "you know what you have to do here, and you're going to do it, or else I 
will hunt you down after this match ... I will find out where you live, and I will come and kill you. You 
count to 10, and then we'll see if your lust object is all right ... do you understand me?" I let go of her 
shirt, but my evil look is still there as I wait to see what she'll do ... 
Vivian: The ref looks at you in horror and then nods quickly before she starts to count slowly, "1 ' 2 ' 3," 
but I'm still not opening my eyes and my chest isn't heaving at all, meaning I'm not breathing at the 
moment. The ref looks at me in horror and really didn't expect that you would do anything like this, such 
a brutal thing. The ref then quickly stops the match and steps out of the ring along with Sarah and the 
crews to check on me. I'm not breathing and some thought that I was already dead, but Sarah puts her 
left ear on my chest and tries to listen to my heartbeat as it becomes slower and slower, so the 
paramedics quickly get into the arena with the defibrillator and charge it on my chest as they try to 
revive the heartbeats and save me. 
Alia: I can only stand and watch, my gloves on the ropes, as I watch the medical crew frantically shocking 
you, trying to revive you ... even though your taunts about killing me continue to echo through my brain, 
I didn't want the bout to end like this, but all I can do is wait along with the rest of the crowd in the 
suddenly-hushed arena ... My corner crew, which had bounded from my corner to celebrate with me 
when the ref waved off the bout, are standing next to me, all of us in a row along the ropes, watching. 
Vivian: My heart beats becomes slower and slower as the defibrillator keeps shocking my chest, and 
suddenly a miracle happens and my heart begins beating normally again. I might not be able to wake up 
for a long time, though, and the paramedics quickly put me on a stretcher and carry me out of the 
Metrodome and into an ambulance and to the nearest hospital as quick as possible while you celebrate 
your title win with your crew. 
Alia: My celebration is delayed by your condition, but when you are whisked out of the arena on the 
stretcher, your heart now beating again, the referee and ring announcer go through the formality of 
announcing the results ... "Ladies and gentlemen," she yells, "the winner by technical knockout, Vivian 
not being able to beat the count, at 2:50 of the sixth round, and new world champion ... Alia!"  
I leap into my trainer's arms and wave my gloves to the crowd before going to each corner and jumping 
on the ropes, waving and taunting the Metrodome crowd that is jeering and cursing me and starting to 
surge forward as security surrounds the ring and cups and bottles start raining down ... My crew and I 
quickly climb out of the ropes and work our way down the aisle toward the locker rooms, security 
clearing us a path, but even before I escape the crowd's wrath I already know, despite your current 
condition, this isn't the last time we're going to be in a ring together and there's another title bout in our 
future ...