The Beauty vs the Black Stud
by supreme
Blonde heavyweight FBB Betty Fonetto wrestles the black male Olympic champ in a sensual confrontation.

This story continues the adventures of the first female to fight for the
world heavyweight wrestling championship, as recounted in "The
Heavyweight Champion," and "Big Betty vs Bruno Schneider."

The morning after her stunning upset victory over Bruno Schneider on
ESPN, Betty Fonetto was a featured guest on several network TV shows. 
Smiling and radiant in a short-skirted, sleeveless sun dress, the brawny
blonde charmed her interviewers with her personality and intelligence. 
But she flat out bowled them over with her incredible physique, as the
"Texas She-Hulk" did an impromptu strip down to a canary yellow posing 
bikini on each show, pumping and flexing her massive muscles to the 
delight of all.  On every program, she politely but firmly repeated her
demand to wrestle men in sanctioned matches, stating that her ultimate
goal was to win the undisputed world heavyweight wrestling championship.
She had already won the women's title, but the International Wrestling
Alliance still refused to sanction an official match with one of its
male contenders, despite Betty's complete ring destruction, before a
huge television audience, of the cocky German champion, who was in a hospital
recovering from the brutal beating the blonde amazon had inflicted on
him.

In the following weeks, the buxom, blonde Betty(who was as glamorously
beautiful as she was stunningly brawny)was featured on the covers of
many bodybuilding magazines, and the videos of her bodybuilding and
wrestling victories(especially the one over Schneider) became best-
sellers.  Already a member of Dallas's "smart set" of fashionable,
beautiful, and wealthy socialites,  she found herself invited to a
dizzying array of elite affairs.  Decked out in a chic black cocktail
dress or a stunning evening gown, the big blonde was truly an imposing
site, and attracted a crowd of admirers wherever she went.  But although
these included many rich, powerful men(both financially and
physically)Betty was not sexually aroused by any of them, sensing they
could not compete with her on a mat or satisfy her in a bed.  Her
physical needs remained unmet.  "God! I need a big dose of MAN!" she
complained to herself. She threw herself into a punishing training
routine at  Ironmongers' Gym, the top training facility in North Texas
for serious bodybuilders.

Despite the IWA's refusal to accept her, Betty soon got another chance
to prove her ability.  ESPN, impressed by the high viewership of Betty's
match with Schneider,  had guaranteed a purse of $1,000,000 to any of
the top
10 male pros who would face her in another TV match, promising
$5,000,000 if he won. Tiger Matthews, the 25 year old West Coast
Champion, ranked #7 and reputedly the handsomest and cockiest of all the
IWA's wrestlers, announced he would easily conquer the 46 year old Betty
on the mat.  "She surprised that stupid Kraut," he bragged, "but I'm
gonna teach her manners and tie her up like a pretzel before I'm
finished.  It should take about 10 minutes to beat her."

A week later, when the two wrestlers met in the same TV arena in which
Betty had fought Bruno, Tiger was even more arrogant.  Wearing a tiny, 
candystriped bikini, the tanned, red-haired muscle hunk strutted around
the mat, flexing his impressive muscles and taunting his older blonde
opponent. But as she slipped off her short, white satin robe which ended
above her curvy, muscular hips,  he stopped in mid-sentence, his mouth
hanging open in shock.  Betty, at 5'11" and 229 pounds, easily rivaled,
in bulk and muscularity, the 5'10", 225 pound Tiger.  He had seen 
pictures of her, but they had not prepared him for the raw physical 
reality of the brawny, bosomy gladiator,  tanned, oiled and gleaming 
under the ring lights,  standing only an inch away in an incredibly 
tiny black lycra bikini, a superior, knowing smile on her lips.
"Whazzamatter stud? Want to back out?" Betty challenged. Tiger was
mesmerized by the blonde's freaky trapezious muscles, thick but sensuous
neck, cannonball delts and, most of all, her massive, corded thighs,
that looked like they could crush a steel pipe flat! Tiger actually 
gulped as he replied, in a less than confident, though loud voice,
"ME back out?  I'm gonna tie you in a knot it'll take you a week to
get out of, you old slut!!!"  The ref gave the two sexy wrestlers
their instructions, and the live audience tensed with excitement 
as the bell rang.

Poor Tiger never had a chance.  Betty exploded into action!  Rushing
forward and smashing into his chest with a flying mare before he could
react, she knocked him flat.  Attacking the stunned man with a series of
rapid fire holds, chops, kicks, and punches, she soon had him screaming
in pain and fear as the television cameras beamed the match to
millions.  At one point the big lady wrestler had the hapless male
stretched out and tied up like a pretzel in the middle of the mat as she
worked him over in a display of brute force combined with tremendous
technical skill. "What knot would you like me to tie with you,
beefcake?" Betty teased, provoking storms of laughter from the aroused 
studio audience. Coiling around the frightened Tiger like a blonde
python, the relentless strongwoman crushed the strength from his body as
he wriggled pathetically on the canvas.  Tiring of the one sided
slaughter, Betty dumped the now unresisting Tiger on the mat while she
strolled sensuously around the circular pit, hitting some bicep shots, and
re-arranging her big blonde hairdo,  which had gotten a bit mussed as
she outwrestled the once cocky male.  The terrified man tried to crawl
towards the pit's entrance, hoping to escape his tormentor, but she
laughingly grabbed him by one foot and dragged him back into the middle
of the ring. After beating him up some more, she stopped when the
big overhead clock showed ten minutes had elapsed since the bell. 
Grabbing Tiger by his red hair, she pulled him up to his knees, looking
up into her beautiful blue eyes. Tiger's usual haughty sneer was gone,
replaced by a look of abject fear, his eyes wide in terror as Betty 
gripped his hair. He was crying and trembling in dread, his muscular
arms hanging useless in front of him. Betty smiled at the studio
audience and cameras, "Big Red here said our match would last
10 minutes, so I guess we'd better stop!" Looking down at her
battered opponent she cooed, "Ready to surrender Mr. Pussycat?" Tiger
could barely whimper, "Yes," and nod his head in submission. "Now, say,
I'm not a tiger; I'm a little pussycat," and I'll let you go. Tiger
Matthews did exactly what Betty told him to do; the blonde lady wrestler
had destroyed his ego as well as his body.  She let the broken
man slowly slip down to the mat between her sensuously muscled legs,
shining with sweat and oil,  and raised her thick python
arm in victory as the crowd roared its approval.  Betty was smiling and
happy as she stood in the middle of the ring after the match, still
lathered in sweat and oil,  answering questions and posing for the
scores of photographers who had obtained press credentials from the
network.

The victory created yet another sensation.  Betty was more popular than
ever, and the male wrestlers of the IWA were furious at their
humiliation at the hands of this upstart female. Now the
IWA banned their members from any match, even unsanctioned, with the
blonde Texas bodybuilder. Betty was furious and frustrated, but was
slightly mollified when the IFBB, recognizing her star power and ability
to attract viewers,  invited her to guest pose at the upcoming Mr.
Olympia contest, which had not done well in the ratings department for
several years.  Betty planned to surprise the male bodybuilders with a
challenge to wrestle her, after she finished her routine.  But
Betty herself would be the one surprised.

At the Mr. Olympia, Betty strode confidently on stage, amidst a
crowd of scantily clad, massively muscled male bodybuilders, and
basically stole the show. The crowd went wild as she went into an
erotic, eye-popping posing routine in a sexy purple bikini and black
neckband. Everyone noticed that she was as big and buffed as any 
of the male BB's, indeed she was more massive than at least half 
of them!! Yet her thick blonde mane and luscious curves gave her
a sensuality that was as feminine as it was powerful. 
She finished her routine, but before she could grab the
emcee's microphone and issue her challenge, Cedric Brown stepped 
forward and took it himself.

Cedric was the sensational 19 year old from Oklahoma, the first black
Olympic heavyweight wrestling champion, who was also the youngest champ
in history. He was the #2 contender in the IWA, considered its fastest
rising star, and he had just pulled off another stunning first: minutes 
before Betty's routine, Cedric had become the youngest Mr. Olympia ever.
He was truly a massive and sensual beast of a man, standing
5'9" tall, and weighing in at 235 pounds of chiseled, chocolate colored
muscle, oiled up to a high gleam on the stage. He drove women of all
ages wild as they ogled his superb body, sporting only a brief, purple
bikini, with erotic bulges in all the right places.  Despite his
obvious, sexual presence and confident demeanor on stage, Cedric
was still a very shy young man.  But he had admired Betty from a
distance as she rose in bodybuilding and wrestling, and believed 
the IWA had treated her unfairly. He knew he was taking a giant risk,
yet his sense of fair play demanded it. 

Looking at Betty and the audience, he began somewhat hesitantly, but
gained confidence as he talked. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to thank
Ms.Fonetto for posing and I'd also like to accept her challenge to
wrestle.  I know the IWA has banned us men from fighting her, but I, 
personally, think she's earned the right to wrestle in the men's
division."

The announcement shook the auditorium!!!!  Everyone was stunned
and excited, especially Betty!!  She walked over to thank Cedric.
They shook hands, both wearing their tiny purple bikini's which
unintentionally but suggestively matched.  As she studied his powerful
body and their eyes met, the big blonde felt a flash of raw lust shoot
through her body. "Jesus, this guy is making me wet just looking at
him!!" Betty thought, "What a HUNK!!" Cedric felt an immediate
attraction to the gorgeously muscular Texan and the big bulge in 
his bikini grew to enormous size, attracting the admiring attention
of Betty and every other woman in the building! She had to fight the
temptation
to cup the black man's big snake in her hands as it strained against
the thin, outlining fabric of his bikini,  then grind her dripping pubic
mound against it in a lambada. The sexual tension between the upperclass
white lady bodybuilder and the young black muscle stud was palpable,
even to people who saw only a brief news video of the powerful pair
shaking hands and gazing into each other's eyes on the nightly news.
It looked more like a case of jungle fever than an agreement to
wrestle!!

The match was quickly scheduled by ESPN to take place the following
week, and anticipation rapidly rose to the level of mass frenzy.  The
network found they could charge "Superbowl Rates" to advertisers, such
was public interest in the confrontation.  No action was taken against
Cedric by the IWA.  Its leadership realized he had called their bluff,
for there was no way they could fire or discipline their most exciting 
star - who generated huge revenues - without seriously eroding their 
profit margins.


Betty had problems however.  She was having difficulty focusing on her
training. She kept visualizing the big black teenaged musclestud,
especially his giant cock, almost exploding through his bikini!! 
Several nights she dreamt of Cedric, and awoke hot, horny, and wet.
No man had ever had such an effect on the sultry blonde wrestler before.
But as the big night approached she was finally able to concentrate
on the match, and watching videos of Cedric's wrestling moves,
without obsessing about his buns, or his other...equipment.
"After all," Betty mused, "I'm old enough to be his mother!! 
It would be robbing the cradle!!"

But mooning about her African-American opponent wasn't Betty's only
problem. She had heard, "through the grapevine," that some of her upper
class, socialite friends thought that she had gone "too far," implying
there was something wrong in a gorgeous, rich, Southern white woman
stepping out onto a mat in a skimpy bikini to wrestle a handsome
young male opponent, also in a bikini...who happened to be black.
Dallas had come a long way since the Civil Rights era, but old taboos,
especially racial ones, die hard and the city had not completely shaken
free of its bigoted heritage. "And its hypocrisy!!!" Betty fumed.
She knew at least half a dozen wealthy white women, ranging in age
from 30 to 50, who had a definite, if discreet, taste for "dark meat."
Usually the studs were the ladies' personal trainers.  A couple of them,
including the beautiful, stylish(and very married) president of the
Dallas Junior League, made annual trips with their black boyfriends to
the Caribbean, telling their husbands and children they were
on an innocent "girls only getaway." "Damn bitches are 
jealous of me, even though I haven't done..." Betty suppressed 
her thought; she didn't need to get distracted yet again by thinking
about Cedric as anything but an opponent.

The night of the match finally arrived. The arena was jammed with an
audience of fashionable, beautiful people who were also wealthy enough
to afford the $5,000 a seat ticket price. To heighten the drama and
sensuality of the event (which meant higher ratings for ESPN, and more
money for all)both wrestlers had agreed to wear identical short white
robes, much like the gi's judo contestants wear, and go through a bowing
and disrobing ritual. Both Cedric and Betty thought it was a bit silly,
but agreed to cooperate. After the two gladiators saluted each other
with a bow, an attendent removed the fighters' robes.  Cedric's
attendent was a beautiful black female model in a leopard print bikini,
while Betty's was a handsome white male in a skimpy blue speedo.
The two opponents looked spectacular, Cedric in a metallic gold posing
brief which contrasted vividly with his gleaming, oiled, chocolate
colored skin while Betty was clad in a raspberry colored, snakeskin
pattern bikini that barely covered her most intimate assets. She wore
her trademark black neckband, making her thick, muscled, but feminine 
neck even more sensuous and alluring.

Betty almost lost her focus when the black musclehunk removed his robe.
"GOD he's gorgeous," she thought, "I want to RAPE him, not wrestle him!!
His smile turns me on as much as his snake!" Cedric was affected by the
big blonde; his massive, throbbing phallus threatened to rip right
through his bikini, and formed a curving outline reminiscent of the prow
of a Viking raiding ship as it urgently pressed against the satiny gold
lycra-spandex fabric of the suit.  Female spectators, even those
watching TV, were deeply, hotly, and wetly aroused by the macho stud.
As the two rivals shook hands before breaking for the bell, their
bikinis lightly grazed, sending an erotic, electric current of lust into
both the young black muscleman and his white female opponent.
Betty actually gave a little gasp and came close to orgasm! 
She was on the sexual edge!

The two wrestlers circled each other cautiously as the bell rang. Cedric
moved with catlike grace, his massive muscles glistening and his potent
snake bouncing lightly inside his tiny gold bikini.
He was supremely confident as well as sexually aroused by the blonde
Texan. Betty rushed forward, trying for a quick takedown.  Cedric was
ready for her though, and neatly judo flipped her on her back.  She
bounced away before he could apply a hold. "Damn, he's faster than I
thought," she realized. For ten minutes the two wrestlers felt each 
other out with rapid takedowns, monkey flips, and a series of
alternating wristlocks. Cedric was technically the most proficient 
wrestler Betty had ever faced; he hadn't won an Olympic championship
for nothing.  

Suddenly Cedric caught his female adversary in a combination half-nelson
and abdominal stretch, quickly cinching it in and forcing a grunt of
pain from her.  Betty was in trouble!  The big man held her in the
middle of the ring and she couldn't escape.  The crowd, sensing an early
decision, began making noise.  But this was a submission hold, and
Betty, though sweating in exertion and in some pain, was basically
unhurt.  "Is that the best you can do, big boy?" she taunted.  "OK,
lady, here it comes," Cedric answered, and took Betty down to the mat to
apply more pressure. Now he had better leverage and greatly increased
Betty's pain.  The audience could see the strained  expression on her
pretty face.  "Submit Betty!! You're a good wrestler but no match for
me!! Give it up before you get hurt!!"  Betty was able to laugh out,
"No thanks, Cedric, we are just getting started!" Betty sensed the
young black wrestler was putting tremendous energy into his hold; 
if she could take the pain, he might begin to tire, and she
could break free.  For ten long minutes the two muscled gladiators
grunted and groaned, entwined on the mat as the audience watched
breathlessly.
Finally Cedric, weakening a bit, tried switching to a toe hold,
but Betty kicked free in a flash, jumped on his back, and applied
a vicious arm bar.  Cedric groaned in surprise and pain as the
crowd came alive!  Despite his admiration for Betty,
he had not really believed she could last more than a few minutes
against him. Now he was flat on his belly with the aggressive blonde on
top, almost twisting his arm out of his shoulder!! The pain was
terrible!! "Not bad for a girl, eh?" Betty laughed, enjoying her
position. Cedric knew he couldn't last as long as Betty had; he started
crawling, using all his strength, to the edge of the pit where the lady gladiator
would have to release him. Betty tried to stop him, but realized Cedric
was too strong. Momentarily breaking her hold, she jumped up in the
air and brought her elbow smashing down on the male wrestler's shoulder
blade, forcing him to scream and stopping his progress.  Re-applying the
arm bar, she demanded he submit. He painfully refused, and again crawled
towards the edge. She tried another elbow smash but Cedric cleverly
rolled away just in time and she elbowed the canvas, stunning her arm.

Both wrestlers rested for a few moments, Cedric to nurse his bruised
shoulder, and Betty to get back the feeling in her arm.
Slowly, more warily this time, they circled each other,
stalking, looking for an advantage. Cedric had lost a lot of confidence.
No one had ever put him in such a painful hold before.
He looked at her with new respect, not unmixed with fear.

Betty attacked again, and put the big man in a punishing bearhug,
lifting him, kicking, off the canvas.  Cedric furiously pounded
her neck and shoulders, but his best shots just bounced off her
thick trapezious muscles and iron hard delts. In desperation
he swung his powerful legs around her naked waist and squeezed 
for all he was worth. Betty realized that strong as she was,
she could not force her powerful opponent to submit using her arms
alone. She was also getting aroused by the feel of his big cock against
her and knew she would orgasm if she held him any longer like this.
"Keep your mind on wrestling, not fucking, dammit!" she told herself. 
Betty would have to weaken him further, then use her deadliest weapons,
her thighs. Leaning forward, she dumped the young black wrestling
star to the mat, stunning him.  Using all her incredible strength, she
pulled him up and lifted him high over her head, bodyslamming him to the
canvas with a tremendous violence that awed the audience.  Repeating
this twice, Betty now had Cedric dazed and vulnerable. As he staggered
groggily to his feet, the beautiful amazon did a head stand and clamped
her sensuous muscular legs around his neck before he knew what had
happened. Pulling him down to the mat, she cinched in her scissors,
squeezing the black wrestler's neck with her rippling thighs until 
he could barely breathe. The front of her bikini rubbed erotically
against Cedric's handsome black face and he caught the scent of 
her womanly perfume as his nose pressed against her pubic mound
through the thin fabric of her bikini. The big black teenager
tried to kick out and pulled hard on the blonde amazon's thick,
oiled thighs, but could not break their iron grip on his neck. 
Leaning back on her arms, on the verge of orgasm because of the
incredible sensation of Cedric's face against her pussy, Betty
concentrated on beating this gorgeous man who aroused her more 
and more each second. 

The crowd was excited!  Despite Betty's earlier victories against men,
no one had thought she had a chance against the invincible Cedric
Brown.  Yet now it was he who was on the defensive, clearly being
outwrestled by the glamorous blonde Texas musclewoman.
When Betty was confident she had weakened him sufficiently, she
released her neck scissors. Before he could recover she maneuvered
him into a spectacular "bow & arrow," one of the favorite holds of the
old-time female professional wrestlers. Cedric was suspended in the air,
facing the ceiling, by Betty's powerful arms and legs as she lay on the
mat directly below him. His head rolled in agony from the disabling
pressure she applied on his shoulders and knees.  After rendering 
his arms and legs useless, she stretched him out on the mat in the
middle of the ring, her killer thighs now clamped around his midsection
in a savage bodyscissors, her thick, muscled forearms securely locked
around his head in a potent sleeper. The audience went crazy!! 
They knew this was Betty's preferred finishing hold!! Could it be true??
This was total upset!! Everyone in the arena was standing and shouting
at the top of his or her voice!! Realizing the danger, the big black
muscle-stud thrashed wildly, using all his remaining energy to break
free. Every muscle in his magnificent body bucked and strained,
desperately trying break the ironmatron's ferocious grip. But it was too
late, she had him!!! For 5, 6, 7 minutes the Olympian continued his
now-panic stricken thrashing, but Betty just laughed to the crowd,
"I've always wanted to ride a big black bull!!"


Cedric was scared and hurting, but still conscious. This
couldn't be happening!! He had never dreamt anyone, especially a woman,
could physically overpower him. He flailed his arms helplessly in the
air. "No, no!!!" he began shouting, his voice partly muffled by Betty's
brawny arms. "OK, Cedric, time to submit or go night night...what'll it
be?" Betty demanded. Getting no answer, Betty put all her strength into
one massive burst of power, trying to crush the spirit out of her
stubborn opponent. Her awesome thighs bulged with raw sensual energy as
they scissored the black wrestler's weakening body. POP! CRACK! Cedric
shrieked! "My ribs, my ribs! STOP! STOP! You've broken my ribs!! I
submit, I SUBMIT!!"  

Betty was horrified.  She hadn't meant to injure Cedric. He had been the
only male wrestler to treat her with respect! "I can't believe I hurt
the first guy in 10 years who turned me on!" she fretted. She
immediately released her hold as the bell rang and pandemonium broke
loose. The ref was raising her arm, someone was calling for a stretcher,
people were  flooding into the ring to congratulate her or aid Cedric,
who was crumpled in a heap, moaning and holding his damaged chest.
At first, Betty was unable to focus on those who wanted to congratulate
or interview her; she was worried about Cedric. He had quickly been
loaded on a stretcher and carried back to his dressing room for medical
attention.

For the next thirty minutes, Betty was the center of attention for most
of world's sports media.  Standing regally in the middle of the
ring in her bikini, occasionally wiping the sweat and oil off her body
with a small towel, she graciously answered the questions of a 
score of reporters. "I want to thank Cedric for giving me this chance
to show my other wins were no fluke.  He's a gentleman all the way;
he fought clean, and he is one hell of a wrestler!  And now it's time
for the IWA to get real, and give me a shot at the champ, Raul Peron. 
I know I can take him!"

After the excitement died down, Betty found herself alone in her
dressing room. She stripped and prepared to take a shower. 
She had been told Cedric's injuries were not as severe as first feared.
Two ribs were cracked, but not badly broken and he was doing fine,
after a couple of Tylenol 3's. She could still smell the black stud's
dusky scent; it was all over her body. Betty looked at herself in the
mirror. She knew what she wanted to do. "So do it!!" she thought. 

Putting a terrycloth bathrobe over her muscular naked body, she stepped
out into the studio hall and made her way to Cedric's dressing room. 
No one answered her knock, so she entered.  The shower was running. 
Betty walked over and gasped at what she saw.  Cedric stood
under the showerhead, slowly, tiredly washing his glorious brown body.
His cock was huge, even in a relaxed state.  The teenager was
embarrassed but smiled shyly.  "Hi Cedric! I wanted to see how
you were doing...I'm sorry about hurting you.."  "That's OK,
Ms. Fonetto...Betty...I feel pretty good ...you are one tough
wrestler...you really surprised me!!"  "Thanks champ."
Betty stared at Cedric's big black snake.  It had swollen to
enormous size, a good 10 inches, and was "standing at attention," 
pointing directly at her!! She licked her lips and slowly
slipped off her robe. Now it was Cedric's turn to gasp,
"God, you're beautiful!!"  Betty stepped into the shower
and slowly, sensually, the two massive wrestlers embraced in a long,
deep, wet French kiss. Their chests, bellies, thighs and legs made
slippery contact and rubbed against each other. Cedric's cock was
grazing, brushing, and stroking the lips of Betty's hot, wet pussy,
driving her insane with desire!! She cupped his snakehead in her hand;
it was leaking warm, creamy precum and his entire python had become hot
and oiled. "I have one of those self-lubricating models," Cedric joked.
"Please, Cedric, you don't know how long I've wanted this!! Please
baby!! TAKE ME NOW!!" "I've wanted you, Betty, since the Mr. Olympia!!"
Cedric slowly penetrated, pushing his thick, engorged snake deeper and
deeper into Betty.  "What a monster you have!!"she exclaimed, "I hope I
can take all of it."  "I'll go slow and give you time to adjust."  The
friction and pressure inside her cunt was beyond anything Betty had ever
imagined. She began grunting as Cedric began pumping, fusing their
bodies together in a meltdown of pure ecstasy as they stood in the
shower. "Don't ever stop; don't ever pull out; I want you in me forever
big boy!!" Betty pleaded. The two lovers lost track of time as Cedric
continued feeding his giant black snake into the blonde musclewoman's
quivering pussy. Betty also lost track of the number of orgasms she had. Each one
had been better, longer, more potent, more shattering than the one before.
She grunted, groaned, screamed and cried in coital nirvana. Finally, 
she began to feel a vibrating rumbling inside of her pussy, like the
beginning of an earthquake...it was Cedric, growing even larger inside
of her; like a sexual supernova his cock was swelling in all directions,
getting ready to shoot its massive volcanic load!!! "I'm going to 
shooooooootttttt!!!! ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Cedric roared
and Betty screamed one last time as they both climaxed together!
His erupting snake shot out a huge geyser of hot, potent semen deep,
deep into the clenching vagina of the blonde lady wrestler.  

Cedric felt Betty relax, then go limp; she had swooned! She was out
cold!  Cedric wrapped her in his beefy arms and carried her over to a
massage table, laying her down carefully, and curled up beside her,
stroking her sweat soaked hair and drying them both off with a towel
as he caught his breath.  A few minutes later she awoke. It took her
a little longer to recover her senses completely. She thanked Cedric,
"for everything." They talked quietly for a time. Betty asked, 
"So what will you do now?" Cedric said he didn't know 
what he would do after his ribs healed. "Hmmmm, I happen to be in the
market for a top-notch trainer and sparring partner...who might be able
to provide some...extra services...once in awhile.  Interested?"  Cedric
grinned, "Why...yes mam, I think I am."

THE END