Man Down
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
When there's a man down and no one to help!

Man Down

Glen was new to the City he'd only been here for three weeks now and he was
quite excited about it all. A promotion at work, a new position in the firm
and a re-location to the head office in the City. Things were going well for
the man, really well for him, but here was 'something' missing from all this!
The man needed a bit more 'excitement' and bit more of thrill to get his blood
rushing. Not that his new job wasn't demanding and a bit stressful at time,
but that was work, and not that his 'love life' needed spicing up, he was and
had always been OK in that department. No, he needed 'something' else to
complete this new phase in his life, but what could that be?

As he walked out into and through the light rain from his office to where his
car was parked the man looked around at all the rest of his work colleagues
rushing to their cars. Just so they could all get a head start through the
traffic and back to their homes, their families, all so they could start their
weekends! But that wasn't for Glen, he wasn't married, didn't have children,
that he knew of and didn't, at the moment have a steady girlfriend. He'd
obviously been on a couple of 'dates' with a few of the women from work, just
to find out what the local talent was like. But nothing steady at the moment,
but still he had plenty of 'research' to do it that area first!

As it happens Glen had already arranged another 'date' with a nice looking
brunette from the accounts department, but that was for tomorrow night. As for
tonight he had other plans, he was off to the gym, a good workout and maybe a
look around to see what the talent was like at the gym? When he got to his car
he reached inside the boot and grabbed his gym bag, locked it up and went for
a walk towards the city centre and his gym for tonight, time to see what the
women were like tonight at the gym!

'His gym', might not be the right description of where the man was heading,
more like 'tonight's gym.' As he wasn't ready to join anywhere just yet, well
he'd only been in the city a few weeks and needed time to make the right
chose. Belonging to a gym was all about selecting the right place to go, where
they had the facilities that you liked, needed, and the right staff, who were
trained and could help you with your physical development. Get you going in
the right direct, that sort of thing.

But for Glen there was also one more important factor in choosing which gym to
join, 'what were the women like!' This man had already dropped into a few
places around the area, all had good staff and great facilities, but Glen was
doing his troll of all the local gyms to see which had the best selection of
female members! Well he had to get his priorities right, didn't he?

He'd had a look around on the web, asked a few questions and seen 'The City
Gym', not the most original name, but it looked ok from what he could see on
the website. Plus, the picture of the women all looked quiet stunning, but
they always do online. You have to go to the place and see for yourself,
before making that important commitment to join a gym.

As he went along, mulling over tomorrows date in his mind and where to go with
'what's her name?' the man realised that he wasn't too sure where he was right
now. 'Shit, that's always the problem when moving to a new place!' He stopped,
looked around, he was at the edge of a large carparking area, he knew he
wasn't too far from the city centre, just off the beaten track by a fraction.
'Now which way to go?'

It was now that the man noticed the two buildings on the far side of the
carpark, the one nearest to him looked like it was once an old factory or
maybe a disused warehouse, that sort of thing. By the looks of it the place
was a bit rundown, was a bit of an eyesore and needed to be pulled down.
Replaced with something really modern, probably made of glass, well that's
what Glen thought. By the side of the building and going away from the man
there seemed to be an alleyway and then on the other side another smaller but
longer, and again old building.

Glen could just make out a sign on the far building that read 'Terry's Gym.'
Something stirred in the back of his mind, 'Terry's Gym?.... Yes, that was it,
been told about that place!' While the man had been choosing 'his gym' he'd
asked around, as you do to see what others thought about the various different
gym's he'd been too and if there was anywhere better. Now Glen remembered that
a couple of people had mentioned this 'Terry's Gym', he'd been told it was
quite an old fashion kind of gym, just like the building it was in. And was
also told it was OK, but ... ... . there had been this 'But' that both the
people he'd spoken to had told him.

'But', it was a place that had this kind of 'private' members group, its not
open to just anyone and you really didn't want to go into 'the private side'
of Terry's Gym. Which made it all seem a bit intriguing, especially as he'd
also been told that this 'Private Members' groups was just made up of women!'
Now that did seem odd, but also very good in one way. But as Glen had thought
about it there was no point going there if all the descent women were in a
private area out the way. After all he wanted to be where the women where, so
he gave up on the idea of even going to this Terry's Gym (Reader may wish to
read the other stories about Terry's Gym - When Rivals Meet, Induction Time,
Training Session, Gym Visit & When Rival Clash, also mentioned in other
stories).

Just as the man had dismissed this Terry's Gym and was about to get his
directions sorted out to the City Gym, something else caught his eye, a
female, no two females. Two quite 'fit' women both in the physically and in
the looks department, who had just got out a car that had pulled up near to
the larger of the two old buildings. These women where dressed in tight
legging and crop tops, they had long flowing hair tied back and with towels,
jackets and bags over their shoulders. They looked as if they were ready for
the gym.

But instead of heading towards Terry's Gym, as he thought they would, the
women had gone to the front of the old factory, warehouse building and gone in
through the main door. All this had caught the man's attention and also his
interests, well even with a bit of distance between him and the women, they
still looked fit! So, Glen decided to wonder over to the building and see
'what was what.' Was it this 'private members group' from Terry's gym or
something else, the man now had to find out.

When Glen got to the main door he tried to push and pull on it, but it was
locked, he tired it again, but still the same, he wasn't getting in this way.
As he turned to give this up for a second time, again, something else caught
his eye. Close by the door was an old weather battered posted on the wall, as
he looked at and read the worn-out billboard he could see it was advertising a
cage fight night, a championship event! 'Now that was interesting!'

A memory surfaced and Glen, sort off, could remember something about a cage
fight show being staged here in the City some time ago, in fact he'd even
thought about going to it, but something or the other had stopped him. He
looked from the poster to the large solid door and thought about the two women
'Nah!' He laughed to himself as he now did finally walk away, with that
thought, 'women, cage fight, rubbish!' As he got to the end of the building
and was about to turn the corner and so eventually get himself get back on
track for his gym, 'BANG!'

Around the corner Glen saw a single metal door in the side of the building
banging. It looked like a fire door and as if someone had rushed into the
place and not closed the door properly behind them. He hadn't seen anyone
else, but then again, he wasn't looking out for anyone so he wasn't sure. But
if the door was now 'open' that meant he could get into the old building, and
that was where those two fit women went? It gave Glen an idea.

The man looked around, over his shoulder but it all seem deserted, so he
grabbed onto the door, pulled it open and went inside. Through the door and
into the building and Glen found himself in what looked like a mixture of a
demolition job, a renovation project, a build programme. Or was it an event
being either set up or even being taken down, it looked like all of these. A
mixture of everything and it also looked as if it had all been left this was
in a hurry. In truth, this was all still left over from the cage fight, that
championship fight event which had taken part in the City. (Reader may wish to
read this story, Training Session).

After that event a 'certain' couple of ladies that belonged to Terry's Gym
'Private Members Group' had 'persuaded the event organisers to 'leave
everything' there. And of course, at no cost to the women, just so that it
might be enjoyed by a group of 'active females!' So, Glen had guest correctly
that all this was all left over form the cage fight event, but even so he was
amazed that anyone would just leave all this stuff here. There was a lot of
equipment here and it must all be very expensive?

The man stood there for a moment and took his surrounds in. It had been a fire
door that he'd just come through, the sign on the back of the door now gave
that away. In the immediate area there was a multitude of chairs all stacked
up and only a small 'corridor' there for anyone to use and to get through,
'health & safety' obviously wasn't high on 'someone's' list here!

Laid over some of the stacked chairs where large, off white, slightly dirty,
dust sheets and then Glen noticed the bulky pile of scaffolding tubes on the
floor close to the chairs and on the other side was a large collection of
creates, packing boxes of all sizes, all stacked up high. All of this must
have been part of the half built, or half taken down scaffolding gantries that
were close by. Attached to the large framework there was an array of various
different lights, again obviously left over from the cage fight event. The
man's eyes looked up and he could now see that the centre of the large room
that he was standing in went all the way up to the roof.

But he could also see there was two, three different floors, that all went up
and around the large open area, a perfect setting for people to look down on
an arena! Glen could see more stacking chairs on these floors and could also
see how this design of room would be good for a cage fight, all those people
up high could looked down on the fight and get a great view of it. As if right
on que Glen's eyes now came back down and saw what all those people would have
been looking at, the ring, the fight area, the cage, it was still there and
right in the centre of the very large open room.

It was a raised cage, with steps going up to it, and it sheer presence seemed
to domination the area, the arena, it gave the man a sense of disappointment
that he'd not actually got here for that championship event evening. Glen had
watched these kinds of fights on TV and had thought to himself that he was
tough, he knew a bit of this and that, he'd boxed before and maybe he would
have liked to get into a cage, to have seen it all for himself. Seeing what it
was like, how it felt to get into a cage, to see what it was like to take part
in a fight, to see how he would have got on, how he would have performed in a
cage fight!

At that moment a thought flash through the man's head, maybe this was that bit
of excitement that he was looking for? Getting into a cage and putting himself
into that situation where he had to fight. A kind of shiver went down his
back, but even so it was quite a thrilling thought, 'Yes. Maybe this was what
he was looking for!'

As that thought moved around inside his head, and as he stood here in this
place, surrounded by all this, he again wondered 'what if?' His eyes once more
looked around the seen before him, if it all still looked this great like
this, empty, it must have been spectacular on that night. That night when the
audience would have been cheering, shouting and screaming at the cage where
all those fights would have taken place, it was ... ... . CRACK! OOOWWWHHH!

There was a sound, a cry from the area of the cage, Glen's eyes came back down
to it and now he looked harder in that direction and as if a mist was now
lifting he could now see more clearly the two fighters that where currently in
the cage!

One cage fighter stood firm in the centre of the arena, while another was down
on their knees, and was what looked like nursing a sore head after obviously
been hit and drop down towards the canvas. There was no audience up high
watching this and no chairs all laid out in neat lines on the ground floor and
around the cage. This was no show, there where no lights, cameras going, this
was just a fight. But again, as if it all started to be clear he noticed there
were also a few figures stood around the outside of the cage, scattered around
on all sides. Figures stood there, leaning against the side, watching, but
that was all, and of course back amongst the stacking chairs there was Glen,
out the way just looking, watching too.

He dropped his gym bag as his eyes where now fixed on the two figures in the
ring, the two fighters, the ones that were having their own 'private contest!'
But the man was shocked, not that there was a cage fight going on, far from
it, he was stunned because of who the contestants where, a man and a woman!
Glen blinked, looked again and 'yes a man and a woman in that cage, and they
were fighting!' But if that wasn't shocking enough, it was the fact that it
was the woman that was still stood tall and it was the man who was hurt and on
his knees.

The woman that stood over the fallen man, looking down at him, was a quite
attractive blond, she looked, to Glen, as if she was in her early 20's. She
was bare foot and wearing a pair of bright, green sports shorts and matching
crop top. Finished off with a pair of black fingerless fighting gloves, the
outfit showed off the woman's toned, strong body and Glen's eye widened as he
took in just how strong, how fit she, her body looked.

Her legs where toned, her thighs shapely, powerful looking. Her firm arse
filled out those shorts nicely and up further her waist went in and her abs
where defined. There was a six pack on display which went up to a full chest,
broad shoulders and then large muscular arms. All set off with her young
pretty face and long blond hair, mostly tied back in a ponytail. All in all, a
very strong, very attractive young woman.

The man, her opponent was still on his knees, he was bent forwards, an arm
stretched out, as he used it to steady himself and while his other hand rubbed
his obvious sore, hurt head. Glen reckoned he was about ten years older that
the woman and looked as if he was a tall and quite strong man. Like the woman
he was bare foot and dressed in a pair of dark shorts and a similar pair of
fighting fingerless gloves. But as the woman stood to the side of the hurt man
on the floor, it looked so obvious that she was, stronger, harder, better than
he was!

Glen was still in some shock at this, he's not seen a cage fight before with a
man against a woman. And if he'd had seen one there was no way that he would
have thought that the woman could put the man down like this. Glen hadn't seen
the blow that had done this, but by the way the man looked, in such pain, it
must have been a hard, hard blow. A 'man down', it was hard to take in! Glen
carried on watching as the man now finished rubbing his head with his free
hand. He placed that hand down on the canvas, so he could push himself upwards
fully, when, SMACK! OOOUUUFFF!

The younger woman who was still stood to the side, looking down at the man
she'd hurt, watched as he placed that hand down. Then at the right moment as
he raised his body slightly, and just high enough, she throws her knee into
the man's ribcage. The man called out in agony, it must had really hurt, well
her legs did look so strong! The man's cry echoed around the entire area, it
went up to the top of the roof and if there had been an audience high up on
the top floor looking down they would have easily heard the man's pain.

The sound of the female's foot slapping into the side of the man also echoed
around the open area, but not as much as the man's cry. Glen heard both sounds
clearly as did the small group, the tiny fight audience, that was scattered
around the raised cage. There were some cheers, calls, whistles from the small
audience which made Glen now look at them and even though he shouldn't have
been, he was stunned to see that they were all female. And this group, this
audience, included the two women he'd seen come into this place earlier.

Back in the ring and the blow to the man had sent him rolling over and across
the canvas floor. As he came to a halt, lying on his back his arm came down
across his body and he held onto his hurt side as if the woman's foot had done
some real damage to him. Now the female fighter strolled across the ring
towards the man, while those women outside the cage called and shouted out
encouragement. These women's hands where coming down and banging on the side
of the ring, making such a noise, enjoying what they saw. Glen just stood
there, back from the cage, hidden amounts the stacking chairs, out of sight,
out the way, but he couldn't stop watching.

As the female fighter reached the hurt male fighter she reached down and
grabbed onto his hair, there was a cry of pain as the woman now viciously
showed off how strong she was and yanked him upwards. At the same time, she
twisted her hand, her arms, spinning the man around and then she shoved him,
hard into the steel mesh wall of the cage, THUD! HHHHHUUU!

The man grabbed onto the mesh wall, his fingers gripped tightly through the
holes as he tried to hold himself up, it was better to be up on his feet than
down on that floor again! This was the first time that Glen could get a good
look at the man's face, yes, he looked older than the woman, and yes, he
looked hurt, beat and even scared! Glen could see now his face was bruised,
battered, so was his body. There where red marks all over him, dark marks
where the bruising was already showing. There was blood running from his
swollen nose, marks around one cheek and around the opposite eye. His lips
looked swollen and red as if he'd already been cut there but had managed to
wipe some of the blood away already.

It wasn't a pretty sight, this wasn't a fight, this was a woman brutally
beating a man, and she wasn't holding back. She meant to hurt him, destroy him
that was clear and as she walked towards her beat man, Glen was sure there was
even a smile of her face!

But up on his feet, clung to the cage wall also made him an easy target!
CRUNCH! ARRHHHHHH! With his back to the ring and desperately trying to take in
a couple of much needed deep breath the woman had struck again. She launched
herself at the man, jumping up, high, bringing a leg up, driving her knee out,
forwards and then sending to pounding into the lower part of the mans back.
His spine was struck hard and his cry of agony once more filling the entire
building. His fingers gripped even tighter onto that mesh wall, the wire cut
through his gloves, his whole body shock with the pain that was sent through
it.

The woman, the female fighter came down on both feet directly behind the male
fighter, and again she was in a perfect position. Her muscular arm came up and
quickly it was slipped around the man's neck, even with the pain he knew what
she was doing. He felt the crook of her arm rest for a moment on his wind
pipe, and he was again scared! Then her arm tightened, she turned, twisted her
body around and wrenched the man off, away from the mesh wall. His fingers
weren't strong enough to keep his hold, so he was dragged off and then,
WOOOSSSHHH! THUD!

As she turned and pulled him off the wall, she also took him up, off his feet
and flung the man over her own body. Sending him tumbling over and plummeting
back down to the canvas floor. There were more and even louder cheers and
calls from the gathered audience and Glen noticed that there was now more
woman around the cage watching, enjoying the spectacle. Out of doors round the
large enclosed area, women were coming out and making their way to the cage,
to see what all the noise was about. But somehow, looking at these females
faces, none of them were surprised to see what was going on, there was no
shock at a man and woman fighting in the cage, or that the woman was winning
and beating the man to a pulp, there was no shock at all on any of these
female faces!

As she tossed the man over her own body and he'd landed awkwardly on the floor
she jumped up and THUD! OOOOHHHH! She went up and now both knees came falling
down hard and into the man's body, she drove her body, her knees into his now
bruised and battered flesh. Pounding him and probably causing more internal
injury to an already damaged and wrecked body. The woman came to rest onto of
her man, and now her fists, went to work, her strong, powerful arms came up
and now they assisted in driving her fists into him, pounding him violently
and without mercy!

Glen could not believe how ruthless the woman was being, almost as if she was
enjoying what she was doing to this poor man. He tried to defended himself
even though the woman was obviously dominating and overpower him quite easily.
He tried to roll from side to side to get out the way. One of the blond's hand
now came down, her open hand slammed into the man's upped chest as she used it
to hold him down and in position. Keeping him still while her other hand, her
clenched fist, carried on raining down into his battered face.

This was brutal and macabre, but there was also something fascinating about
this, something that Glen felt deep inside of him that he kind of, liked? How
weird was that? There was a man down in the cage, a man hurting, as for Glen,
he still just stood there and watched as if he was unable, unwilling, to go
and help. All that Glen wanted to do was watch!

But all the time that this had been going on, that Glen had been watching this
and he'd been drawn to it, literally, he'd taken a number of steps closer to
the cage to get a better view of it all. Now he was out from behind the
stacking chairs, out almost into the open and he hadn't realised this, too
engrossed in what was going on in the cage to have noticed his mistake in
moving closer to the action, THUD! OOOWWWHHH!

Glen felt some hard, strike him in his back, the force of the blow sent him
stumbling uncontrollably forwards, the sudden impact had caught him completely
off guard and now as he went forward and he was also off balance. He
travelled, staggered a good distance forwards until he was unbale to stay
upright and THUD! Glen went face first down into the floor, he lay there for a
moment wondering what had happened then realised he was now out here in the
open close to the cage with all those women stood around watching. Watching
the female fighter, beat the male fighter, and that thought didn't go down
well at this moment with Glen!

The man quickly rolled, turned and was pushing himself quickly up off of the
floor when, WHACK! A sports shoe went thundering into the man's face as it
came upwards, sending Glen stumbling backwards and almost back onto his feet,
but that wasn't such a good thing for him! As he went back he suddenly
stopped, not because he fell back into anything, no because he was grabbed,
caught. Hands had reached out and grabbed firmly onto each of his arms and
held him, held him tight, upright and held him with a strong, firm grip. The
man's eyes quickly flicked around to see what had just happened and to try and
workout what was ... ... 'Oh, Shit!'

What he saw wasn't good, it wasn't good at all. In front of him and walking
slowly up to him was a tall black woman. Dressed in tight black legging and a
well fitting white crop top, the woman with the large afro hair looked mean
and unwilling to listen to him! She's seen the man as he'd been drawn out from
his hiding place between the chairs, she seen him mesmerised by what was going
on in the cage and decided he should get a closer look at it all. The black
woman had moved around the room, worked her way behind him easily with him
seeing her and shoved her hands into his back. Flinging the intruder forwards
and towards the cage that he was obviously so interested in!

When he'd fell, turned and tried to get up the woman was there again and onto
him, she'd shot her leg out, catching Glen just right as he'd turned to face
her and sent him again backwards. As he fell back once more he be 'saved' from
falling down by two of the nearby audience to the cage fight. As he went back
he'd been grabbed, on either side of him, and it was by the two women that had
first caught his attention when they had entered this place, how much of a
coincidence was that!

It was this position that Glen now found himself, his head moved from side to
side, to the two women one on either side of him, holding his quite firmly.
Then in front of him to the black woman bearing down on him, WHACK! THUD! But
before she could get to close the women either side of Glen made their move.
Two female legs came up and two thrusting knees go into the man's body as they
held him firmly. Into his gut, the double blow drove the air out of him,
winding him, hurting him and now this man was really scared!

Back in the ring and the female fighter had rolled off her man, she was back
on her feet and dragged the injured male fighter upwards, being on top of him
and hurting him was too easy. Now she wanted him up on his feet, so she could
torment, injure him and hurt him all over again, WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Those
knees came up into him as he was pulled up, strong knees that went deep into
his gut, into his body, pounding blows that hurt him all over again. Sending
the air out of him and damaged him even more. Then her hands came down onto
his head, she took hold and WOOOSSSHHH! THUD! Just holding tightly onto the
man's head, she yanked him up and off to the side, she showed such strength in
lifting the bedraggled man up off his feet, then flung him off to the side.
Almost as if discarding the battered man away.

He went flying through the air, turning in mid-flight and came down hard onto
the canvas floor, he bounced, then rolled away and came to a stop. His face
fell against that mesh wall, and on the opposite side there where now eager
women slapping their hands against it and against his face. Women enjoying the
fight, excited by what they were watching. Glen was also in a spot of trouble
as he tried to deal with his own pain, the double blow has doubled him over,
but not for long. Hands came down grabbed onto his head and yank it upwards,
just in time for him to see, WALLOP! OOOUUUWWW!

As his head came up there was a dark flash as the black woman spun round in
front of the held man, her leg came around and again her sports shoe came
thundering across his face. The strike knocked Glen down to the ground,
dropped him, hurt him and put him down at the feet of the three woman who now
surrounded him.

Glen managed to shake his head, he desperately tied to clear it so he could
think 'how the hell do I get out of this?' His eyes blinked as he tried to
focus them, and as the blurred surrounding became clear 'Oh Shit, what the
hell is going on here?' Glen on the floor was now looking towards one of the
many doors that lead off from this main area. This door was wide open and he
could see inside and what he saw disturbed him! He was looking into a room, by
the looks of it some kind of training room there where lots punch bags,
training bags hanging down. Nothing wrong in that, apart from the one his eyes
where now fixed on.

A bright red punch bag that was gentle swinging as a blond woman was throwing
high kicks into it, but! But the disturbing thing was, there was a man tied to
that bag! A man that looked hurt, beat and now tied to a punch bag that a
woman was delivering high, vicious swirling kick into it. She swung her leg
and foot into the bag and into the man that was tied to it, 'What the hell is
going on here!' Glen didn't have time to think of anything else as,
ARRRRHHHHH!

He was dragged up onto his knees by his hair, the black woman had a firm hold
and now she dragged him along on all fours towards the stairs that lead up to
the cage. There were a few helpful kicks from the other two women that
followed on behind, encouraging Glen to scamper along dutifully. At the steps
Glen was dragged up towards a door in the mesh, he looked up and CRASH! All
the man being dragged saw was the male fighter rushing into and striking the
mesh wall by the door. He went hurtling in to it, there was blood, pain and
agony on his face and then the fighter slowly slid down the mesh. Then the
female fighter strolled up behind her 'competitor', she grabbed her man and
then dragged him into the centre of the cage by his hair.

The female fighter throws her broken man down to the floor and took a few
steps away, so allowing the black woman to bring 'her man', Glen, into the
ring. He was terrified and tried to struggle but a few sharp kicks from the
other two women and a very painful blow from the black woman to the top of his
head controlled the man as he was dragged through the cage door.

Well the black woman was so sure that this man had been interested in what was
going on in the cage, she now decided to show him exactly what was going on in
the cage! But somehow this wasn't that 'something' extra that Glen needed in
his life, even if the black woman though it was!

Glen is pulled over to where the exhausted male fighter now lay, and he too
was thrown down next to the other man. The black woman steps away from the two
men and opposite the female fighter. The two other women also enter the cage,
close the door behind them and move to the side of the cage, leaning against
the mesh walls and now watch. The place goes quiet, very quiet!

It's so quiet that Glen is sure he can hear his own heart beating faster than
it has ever done before. The silence is only broken by a muffled cry, a call,
that comes from the punch bag room, then slowly Bang! Bang! Bang! The women
who are around the ring now start to hit their hands down on the side of the
cage ring, they get into a rhyme Bang! Bang! Bang! Its gets louder and louder
as now the black woman and the female fighter start to walk around the two
males on the floor in the centre of the cage. BANG! BANG! BANG!

There are now two men down, two men hurt and two women looking for a fight,
plus a couple of women close by who are maybe just looking for some 'fun!' And
there was no one able, no one willing, no one who would come to help the two
downed men, no one at all! BANG! BANG! BANG! Glen is more scared now than at
any point in his life, he doesn't want to even think it, but 'what the hell is
going to happen to me?' BANG! BANG! BANG!....... WHACK! ARRRRRRHHHHH! That's
what's going to happen ... ... !