Alia vs. Vivian: The Final Encounter
By Steely Dan, steelydan1923@yahoo.com
Alia and Vivian meet for the third time for the world women's boxing title.

(NOTE: This is the fourth story in this series, a sequel to "Alia vs. Vivian, "Kayla vs. Dan" and "Alia vs. 
Vivian: The Rematch, and another combination story/cyber-boxing bout. If you have not read the 
previous three, read them first in order to understand the characters. And to fully understand Alia, 
you may want to read "Alia and Anna" first).  
 
Alia's second reign as world champion had been a tumultuous one through its first nine months. 
Almost immediately after her win over Vivian in their rematch at the Metrodome, there was an outcry 
about the tactics used by both fighters during their gory bout. And it didn't help that Vivian, the former 
champion, was seriously injured at the end of that fight when Alia knocked her over the top rope, out of 
the ring and onto the concrete floor. 
Vivian's recovery from that fall, from the internal organ injuries from Alia's battering body shots, and 
from the bad cuts she received in the fight, took an extended time. But fans weren't waiting around for 
Viv to heal up before starting the buzz about another bout. They were already clamoring for a third bout 
between the two ' a rubber match to decide once and for all who was the better fighter. 
Alia had assumed from the moment she had her hand raised at the end of "Alia-Vivian II" that there 
would be a third bout, and she really never stopped training after only a short period of healing. Her 
injuries were much less severe than Vivian's, despite the fact that the former champion knocked her 
down to the canvas five times in the six-round bout and Alia only put Vivian down twice. Once her body 
bruises and facial cuts had healed, Alia was back in the gym, but the intensity of her workouts was 
nowhere close to the maniacal training regimen she'd used to prepare for the second bout. 
Alia did make some personal appearances, but she wasn't in demand worldwide like the stunningly 
attractive Vivian was following the first bout between the two. That was fine with Alia, who preferred to 
spend her time working out and improving as a boxer, but it didn't make her wildly popular like Vivian 
was going into the last bout. 
And even with the loss, Viv remained a crowd favorite, and her recovery was followed by a large number 
of fans. But almost as soon as Vivian left the hospital and a rehabilitation unit she called home for a few 
weeks, she disappeared from public view along with her entourage. She basically moved into her plush 
gym and rarely left, and when she did she quickly exited out the back door away from curious eyes. 
Whenever she would work out, the doors were always locked and shades drawn, keeping her activities 
inside the gym totally secret, and nobody knew what was going on with her preparations for what 
everyone assumed was an upcoming title bout. 
Vivian was preparing, all right, but in a very different way. She had seen how Alia had remade her body 
after their first fight, making herself stronger and more powerful, and she knew that Alia hadn't done it 
all just through workouts. She was getting some extra "assistance," and Viv was determined to find out 
how she did that so she could take whatever Alia was doing and go several steps further. 
Vivian knew she needed that help. There was enough of an uproar about the illegal tactics both fighters 
had used in the first two bouts that it was fairly obvious that such tactics wouldn't fly in the third bout. 
Vivian had decked Alia five times in the second fight alone and seven total times in the two bouts, but 
many of those came courtesy of those questionable moves. And while she knew she was faster than 
Alia, she couldn't match her power in the second fight ' all Viv had to do was remember the pain in her 
abs and gut and remember how Alia's fists felt when they pounded into her. 
She knew that she wasn't in the peak of shape for the second bout, having spent so much time with 
other duties ' travel, interviews, photo shoots, etc. She had easily won the public relations bout, since 
she was wildly popular and remained so even after her loss, but Viv had also made a vow to herself that 
she wouldn't be out-conditioned and out-bodied the next time. Even the strong conditioning she'd used 
before her first bout with Alia wouldn't be enough to satisfy her this time. 
She knew how to train, but that would only take her so far. She knew that Alia's re-made body wasn't 
completely natural and she'd used some chemical supplements and body-building drugs, and Vivian 
knew she could do even better given enough time and the right drug regimen. 
But what drugs and supplements? She needed information ' preferably inside information out of Alia's 
camp, information she could take and build upon that would give her a huge advantage once the two 
stepped back into the ring. And nobody, outside her own inner circle of Sarah, Kathleen and Kayla, was 
going to know what they were planning ' Vivian was going to stay out of sight, out of public view, while 
she molded her body into a strong, destructive fighting machine. 
She knew what she needed ' and she knew who would help her get it. There was a weak link in Alia's 
chain of support, and Vivian knew what it was from the time Dan first laid eyes on her. 
She'd also seen how he almost began drooling in the 15-second conversation they'd had prior to the 
second bout's weigh-in and press conference, and she knew the path to the information he had in his 
head went through his cock. If she took care of the latter, she could have all she wanted of the former. 
It's like the old boxing adage, she thought with a chuckle ' work the body and the head will fall. 
Besides, Vivian still wanted to extract some revenge for Dan's beating of her tall lover Kayla ' and every 
time she thought about that matchup, she grew angrier. If it hadn't been for that bout in her own gym, 
one that Kayla had no business losing, she'd still be the champion right now and none of this would have 
been necessary. She blamed her crew for part of that, since they'd agreed to it, but mostly she blamed 
Dan since it was his gloves that had eventually beaten Kayla down and left her to recuperate at a nearby 
hospital. 
Now, her plan was to cozy up to Dan, seduce him, ply whatever information she could from him ' and 
then dump him like the other losers over in Alia's camp. They may have the title right now, she thought, 
but it won't be for long, and that's all that was going through her mind when she snuck out of the gym's 
back door on a Sunday morning. 
 
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Vivian: Weeks have passed since my last bout with Alia, and even longer since Alia's fighter went up 
against my fighter Kayla, and both of us wound up with hospital stays because of bad injuries. Mine have 
healed, but I still can't stand the thought of my most beloved fighter and secret girlfriend lying hopelessly 
on the bed, so I've planned this revenge and swear that I'll hurt Dan a lot "worse" than that ' it could be 
mentally or physically. At the same time, he's got information that I need, so I asked Sarah for Dan's 
address and decide to pay a visit a few weeks after our previous bout. 
Sunday morning is well under way when I left the gym, driving the new 911 Porsche which I'd bought 
after I won the title belt and heading towards the address at a massive speed but still lowering my speed 
sometimes to avoid being chased by the pain-in-the-ass cops. After a couple of minutes of driving, I 
arrive at his house ... stepping both of my pink sneakers on the ground as I elegantly step out of the car. 
My appearance would be completely lustful for anyone who sees me, only wearing a plain and 
transparent white shirt which shows my pink bra inside of it and super short and tight jeans which show 
my well toned and muscled but still sexy and feminine legs, but I want to keep this quiet and fortunately 
nobody is on the street as I walk towards the door and knock to see if anybody is in the house or not. 
Steely Dan: After my bout with Kayla, I spent most of three days in bed, trying to recover from the cuts 
and bruises she dealt with her fists ... but if possible, I was even more mentally drained after Alia's 
second fight with Vivian. Even though she'd won, it was a grueling bout, and with all the illegal tactics 
going on from both fighters and the outcry in the aftermath, it had probably been even tougher than the 
physical healing. 
But now Alia was back focused on training and focused on destroying Vivian again in the third fight that 
we're currently trying to finalize, and she's so focused that she doesn't have time for anything else in her 
life ... So I find myself spending a lot more time alone, taking it easy, and I slept late on this Sunday 
morning and had just finished showering and cleaning up when I hear an unexpected knock at the door. 
I push the door open and my knees go weak just from the sight of you ... at first, thinking you may be 
there to extract some revenge and take me apart physically, which you could easily do ... but after a few 
seconds I realize you're probably not there for a fight, and I focus more on what's standing on my 
doorstep ... the long red hair and the dark eyes, the shirt that's almost not there and the tight jeans 
shorts that envelop your stunning rear end and legs ... I'm so distracted I can barely get words out, but 
finally croak out, "You're about the last person I figured I'd ever get a visit from ... I think you need to 
come inside before someone sees you here." 
Vivian: My red lips grin a wide smile before I start to mutter, "Hello, Dan." I step forward and then push 
your chest back with both of my palms before I take off my sneakers and leave them there, closing the 
door by using one of my feet. "I think the sneakers really don't suit my new color after all, so why should I 
wear them?," I say as I walk in. Slowly I move forward again and give you a look at my luscious pink bra 
beneath my white shirt, which doesn't match my hair's color after all. "So tell me, Dan, do you like my 
new hair or do you like my previous hair, the brunette ??" I stare at your eyes kinkily, moving the tip of 
my finger on your huge and powerful chest. 
Steely Dan: It's safe to say I'm pretty shocked at you being here at all, but when you shed your shoes and 
start moving closer to me, my thoughts are really starting to whirl around ... Part of it is probably feeling 
dizzy from just looking at you -- you were plenty attractive the last three times I saw you, the night when 
you beat Alia so badly in your title bout, when you reappeared in the gym right after my bout with Kayla, 
and at the weigh-in before the last bout. 
But right now, you look so different, maybe just seeing you close-up, but you could drive someone wild 
with passion right now ... damn, what is going on, I keep asking myself, but when you reach out and 
touch my chest while asking about your hair .... I'd only thrown on a pair of sweat pants after I got out of 
the shower, and without looking I know they're starting to bulge out ... And all I can do is stammer, 
almost tongue-tied, "Uh, well ... it looks really good both ways, I guess ... but the red does make you look 
.... uh, more ... ahem ...," I get so distracted I can't even finish the sentence as your entire hand starts 
moving across my chest ... 
Vivian: "More what??" I say it slower and of course with a kinkier tone in my voice, before I start moving 
the tip of my finger onto the bulging thing of yours. "Well...actually I'm here for Alia, but since she's not 
around, I think I'm just going to spend some time here with you '" I say slowly while I keep moving the 
tip of my finger along your bulging dick, before I put my right palm on it and start to rub it slowly. 
"Tell me, Dan, who is prettier and hotter, me or Alia??" Suddenly , I stop rubbing your dick with my palm 
and then step away from you before I kinkily pull the shirt from my waist and take it off in front of you 
and then sexily spin around in front of you like a model , showing my well toned and muscled but not 
muscular abs and arms to you while my titties are well covered by my favorite pink bra which i usually 
wear on Sunday. 
Steely Dan: Ohhhhhhhhhh....your hand rubbing against my crotch already has me almost ready to 
explode, but the rest of my body almost feels paralyzed ... I've always had a weakness for strong, 
powerful women, which is probably why I was attracted to Alia in the first place ... but here you are, one 
of the world's most powerful and alluring women, rubbing your hand against my cock only a couple of 
minutes after walking in the door ... When you ask me about comparing you and Alia, it jolts me back to 
reality for a second, but before I can start to answer I watch you back up from me ...  
"You know that Alia and I are ... close ' or were close," I stammer out, trying to find a way to work 
myself out of a jam. "She is very attractive in her own way ... and has always been good to me," I 
continue slowly as I watch you remove your shirt, showing me that stunningly toned body and luscious 
bra-covered chest. "But you are ... so much hotter," I catch myself saying in a low moan while you are 
dancing in front of me ... It is all I can do to control myself, and not grab you by the arms and swing you 
to the couch, me on top of you... 
Vivian: All of a sudden my lips form a wide smile after hearing you say that I'm hotter than my biggest 
rival. "I knew that you were going to say that I'm hotter than her," I respond in a low voice, "but talking 
about hot, it's really hot in here ,don't you think??" I without hesitation turn my body around against you 
so now you're seeing my back while I'm slowly unhooking my bra and letting it drop to the floor. 
"Phew...so hot," I say as I'm slowly turning my body around, revealing the left side of my titties at first 
before I reveal them fully right in front of your face. "What do you think, Dan??? Much hotter than 
Alia's??", I say with a really wide smile on my face as I flex both of my arms, showing my biceps to you 
and also tensing my six-pack abs which I usually do when I'm posing for the magazines. 
Steely Dan : With your back to me, I get a good look at your tight jeans shorts and your lovely back side, 
but it's not long before I'm drawn to your back where you are reaching around and removing your bra ... 
I know my cock is throbbing now as I watch you slowly turn ... and suddenly a stunning pair of tits are 
staring me in the face ... But it gets SOOOOO much better when you start posing in front of me, like my 
own private showing of stunning womanhood ... Your arms so toned, your six-pack abs so good it's 
incredible, and your chest .... especially with your long red hair falling around them, almost framing them 
... If Alia walked in right now both of us would probably be dead, but I'm to the point that I don't care 
right now ' 
I step over close to you, now running one of my hands across your abs, feeling the power as you tense 
them for my pleasure, and my other hand rubbing across your bicep as you flex it ... I glance and see you 
smiling, knowing that I'm totally under your control already, and as my eyes lock on yours I move my 
hand up from your abs and start to cup your breast, rubbing across it and flicking my fingers against your 
hard nipple... 
Vivian: "Uh...uh....not yet," I smile and then heavily shove you back until you fall onto your couch before I 
jump onto you and start rubbing your chest again with both of my hands slowly ,flicking my fingers and 
then pinching both of your man nipples aggressively but trying not to bring you some pain, before I move 
my lips closer to your right ear and whisper, "Well, I bet Alia doesn't do this to you every day, I can see it 
in your eyes that you want to be fucked by strong girls every single day." I spray some cool breath to your 
right ear before I chew the ear lobe sexily and then lick all over it. 
I stop a moment after licking your ear lobe for a couple a minutes and then whisper in your ear again, 
"So does Alia have any secrets that make her strong like that??? Does she use any kind of drugs to build 
the muscles on her body?? Because I noticed that her body changed enormously between our first two 
encounters in the ring." I whisper slowly and try to avoid some suspiciousness from you. I don't want you 
to think that the only reason that I came is to dig out some info about Alia's training, even though that's 
the only reason I came here I don't want you think that way. I wait for your answer but none are coming 
out of your mouth, so I add "All right, then, maybe this'll change your mind."  
Slowly, I unzip the zippers of my jeans shorts in front of you and reveal my clean-shaved pussy beneath 
the jeans, before I throw them away and start rubbing it back and forth on your bulging pants. "Well, I 
can be a really good girlfriend, more than you can imagine, I can be better than Alia and I can be your 
sex machine every single day if you want to tell me about the secrets, Dan."  
Steely Dan: With you straddling me on the couch, even though I know this is the last thing in the world I 
should be doing, my body is quivering with desire ... every time you press yourself against me and 
whisper in my ear, I feel like I'm about to explode, and you are definitely lighting the fuse ... And you have 
me figured out, knowing how much I want a strong woman -- and right now, wanting you ... I hear you 
asking me questions about Alia, and it's almost like I can't hear you, such is my level of distraction by 
your incredible body so close to me...  
I think for a second that maybe you're just looking for information about Alia, and for a moment I think 
I'm going to resist ... but that was before you slowly started pulling those tight jeans off and your pussy 
began to go to work on my manhood, my sweats tight against both of us as you slide up and down on 
me ... "She does have a few ... tricks, I guess ... things that people may not want to know, or may not be 
... legal," I stammer out, concentrating more on your breasts moving in front of my face and your pussy 
bringing my dick to its bulging limit ... "I guess I could ... help you a little ... maybe ..." 
Vivian: "Okay...so what kind of tricks???," I ask as I move my titties closer to your face and slowly rub my 
nipples around your cheeks while my clean-shaved pussy is still rubbing on those bulging pants. 
"Remember, I can be a good girlfriend so don't waste this kind of opportunity, because it won't come 
twice," I say with a sexy tone before I pull my pussy away from your pants and slip my right hand into 
them, reaching for your dick before I massage it by rubbing back and forth like a professional porn star. 
Steely Dan : Ohhhhhhhh ... I don't know what's redder, your hair that is bouncing around or my cheeks as 
you slowly start rubbing your tits against my face, feeling your hard nipples ... I keep telling myself I 
shouldn't do this, but I know I'm helpless to resist the stunning thing that's in front of me ... and with a 
little desperation when you say I need to tell you now, I completely lose my will to resist you when your 
hand slips inside my sweats and I start getting an incredible hand job, already feeling wetness starting to 
build on the tip of my dick ...  
"Unhhhh .... there's some techniques she got from overseas," I stammer out, "and there's a couple of 
drugs that you can't get legally here ... they come over from Canada ... that's one reason she moved her 
camp up here ... and there's the supplements ... I don't know a lot of the details, what kind they all are ... 
but I'm pretty sure I could find out..." 
Vivian: "All right, Dan, you're going to find those supplements and drugs for me, but for now just enjoy 
yourself and don't struggle, 'cause I won't guarantee what will happen to you if you want to escape from 
this." I grab your pants by the beltline and then roughly pull them down before I throw them away from 
you, revealing your long dick to me. 
"Nice dick, Dan, I wonder what happens if my tongue touches it," I say as my lips form a wicked smile 
and I grab your dick and start rubbing it back and forth, before I stop and squeeze it a little bit, snaking 
my tongue out of my mouth and touching the tip of your dick with it before I turn my head upwards, 
trying to see your reaction. "Brace yourself, Dan," I say shortly and start sucking your dick all of a sudden, 
putting all of your big, hot and hard dick into my mouth before I start to stroke it back and forth like 
sucking a really, really big ice-cream. 
Steely Dan: I'm ready to spill my guts even before you jerk my sweats off, but when you slide down and 
begin tonguing me, my whole body starts to shiver ... Under normal circumstances and with just about 
any other woman, I would have already tried to take advantage of this situation ... but feeling the 
strength, the power that almost oozes from your body with every move you make, I'm helpless to do 
anything but allow you to take me and use me for your pleasure ...  
But when your lips wrap around my dick, all I can do is throw my head back over the top of the couch and 
moan loudly ... and keep moaning as your lips move up and down my shaft, even your mouth feels strong 
and powerful as you take all of my manhood into you ..... ooooooooaaahhhhh, my breathing gets rapid 
as you suck faster and faster, and I feel the inevitable as my dick begins to shoot a load of warm, milky 
cum as I scream with pleasure ... 
Vivian: I keep sucking you deeper and harder before you shoot your warm and milky cum into my mouth 
as you're having your first orgasm. At first, I feel a little bit reluctant to swallow it, but I have no other 
options except to swallow it slowly and smile at you, "You think this is over yet ' it ain't, little punk," as I 
raise my nude body off the floor and jump onto the couch, slowly placing my pussy on top of your dick 
while my right hand is holding it to make it steady, before I push my pussy down on your dick and bring 
you inside me. "Ohhhh....ahhhhh," I moan a little bit as I'm having a hard time shoving your dick into my 
pussy, but then I scream a little bit after it went it fully. "Enjoy yourself, Dan," I say kinkily again and 
begin to ride your dick with a slow pace. 
Steely Dan: My hot cum already shot out from your incredible blow job, I can't help but think if any other 
woman in the world was here, I'd be finished and looking for a nap ... but it doesn't take long for me to 
realize that your strength is helping me get stronger, and my cock springs back to life almost 
immediately when you quickly straddle me, grabbing my dick and slowly pushing your pussy down my 
rock-hard shaft ...  
I can feel you moaning and I'm doing the same, feeling your pussy lips slowly moving up and down and 
feeling your juices begin to flow ... and then suddenly you take me completely in, a brief scream escaping 
from both of us as my cock rams deep inside you, I finally get some control on my hands and move them 
to your breasts, lightly massaging them and tweaking your nipples as your hips and strong legs start 
moving your pelvis up and down, slowly at first but increasing in speed with every thrust ... Your stunning 
body beginning to ride me, I can feel that your pussy muscles are also strong and are starting to 
alternately squeeze and relax against my cock, starting to milk me ... 
Vivian: I thrust and keep thrusting my pussy faster and harder while the moaning continues, your hands 
already all over my titties, moving around and squeezing and tweaking my nipples as I'm closing my eyes 
and letting my juice keep flowing from my pussy onto your dick. I increase the speed, faster and faster as 
I feel that my pussy is starting to throb and leaking more and more juice as a signal that an orgasm is 
coming.  
Steely Dan: I can't take my eyes off your face, your eyes shut and your hair bouncing almost to your 
breasts as your whole body begins to thrust against me ... I try to lean forward to put my lips around 
your luscious tits and suck on them, but you roughly push my shoulders back against the couch with your 
hands and increase the rhythm of your hard thrusts against me ... You now looking at my face and biting 
your lip as I feel your insides begin to spasm and your juices flowing, knowing that you are about to erupt 
into a thunderous orgasm and I'm trying to hold out, stay hard while your pussy slams on me ...  
I start imagining the power that you bring inside the ring now being focused on my shaft as you go for a 
totally different kind of knockout ... suddenly your body shakes violently and your pussy muscles clamp 
down hard on my cock as I feel your juices flowing out of you and hear you screaming at the top of your 
lungs ... Ohhhhhhh, I can't hold out, I squeeze your tits even tighter and thrust my hips against you as I 
cum hard all over again, feeling my hot fluid rush into you as my body trembles...Ohhhhhh, my cock 
feeling like it's exploding deep into you ... 
Vivian: I can feel your dick shooting a huge amount of hot milk into my pussy, as well as my pussy spilling 
its juice onto your dick. My body suddenly gets heavy and I drop my nude body onto your chest while I 
breathe heavily. "It....is....good.....isn't....it??," I say with a heavy tone in my voice as I'm trying to catch 
my breath while my nipples slowly go back to their normal form, but i can still feel your cold hands, 
holding them. I grab your hands after I manage to catch my breath and then pull them away from my 
titties before I raise my butt slowly and take your dick out of my pussy. 
"Nice job, Dan, and now find out about the drugs for me," I laugh as I get up and grab a couple of tissue 
to clean my pussy from your juice and then put on my jeans again, zipping them right after I put on my 
bra , hook it and then put on my transparent white shirt and give you a light kiss on your left cheek. 
"Don't forget about your task babe, I just want to get Alia out of our life so we can start a new one," I 
wink at you and then take my Porsche key out of my jeans pocket and head towards the door. 
Steely Dan: I had barely quit screaming when I felt you laying heavily against me, and feeling your strong 
body almost quivering in my arms gives a completely new and sensual feeling ..... I keep thinking I could 
stay like this for a long time, your chest against mine and my cock next to your sweet womanhood, but 
way too quickly you raise up off me and clean yourself up, and get dressed as fast as you can before 
you're out the door ...  
But not before you've reminded me of my promised task, one that I know I have to do if I want to feel the 
kind of pleasure again that I just experienced ... "I'll do it for you, ... just don't tell anybody," I almost 
whisper before you give me a last smile and a wink and are gone ... Leaving me to recover from a 
completely different kind of bout and somehow thinking, although it was incredible, that I'm guilty of the 
worst kind of betrayal ... That was my last thought before I fell asleep on the couch again, exhausted 
from the world's best woman boxer knocking me out without even putting a glove on ... 
 
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Dan began spending a lot more time than normal hanging around Alia's gym, under the guise of helping 
to set up what was going to be the most anticipated event in women's boxing history. Since Alia was the 
champ and Dan had more leverage on details of the bout, he had negotiated for the fight to be held in 
boxing's mecca ' Las Vegas, specifically at the MGM Grand. 
Dan was handling the promotions by long distance, not that the bout needed that much promotion. All 
the available tickets had been sold on the first day of public sale, the television pay-per-view was set up 
and the arrangements to move Alia's training camp to the MGM had been completed months before the 
fight was scheduled to take place. 
But Dan was hanging close to Alia and the trainers and corner crew for a lot of other reasons. He'd 
known that Alia had used the steroids and other supplements, but their exact details were foreign to 
him and he didn't really want to know ' that is, until Vivian began to literally pump his cock for 
information. 
Now, whenever he had information that might be useful to Vivian, or when he'd manage to get his 
hands on the drugs themselves, he'd pass them along whenever he was with the red-haired fireball. 
They were careful to keep their meetings secretive. Many times, he'd sneak over to Viv's gym and go in 
the back door to make a delivery, and more than once he got there when Vivian was finishing a workout 
and she'd slam him with her sweaty body, continually milking and pumping him for Alia's secrets. 
Not a soul in Alia's camp knew that Dan was spending time as an informant to keep Vivian's favors 
coming. And she was VERY appreciative ' at least, that's what Dan thought, so much so that he'd also 
made arrangements for Vivian's camp to go to a secluded Vegas site in the weeks before the bout, the 
better to keep her hidden until the last possible moment. 
For Vivian, of course, she was only using him to get what she wanted, and it was working in a big way. 
Dan kept providing the drugs, the supplements and the techniques, and Viv used everything he had and 
more. She doubled and tripled everything that Dan recommended ' more steroids, more supplements, 
more workouts ' and it started showing when her body began to change. 
It was slow at first, but as her body adapted, Vivian began turning into a powerhouse of strength and 
muscle, her taut 5-foot-5 frame beginning to pack layer upon layer of muscle under her tanned and 
smooth skin. Eventually, it looked like her skin was about to break open, as tightly bunched as the 
muscles were developing. 
 
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Vivian: Months and months have passed, but I've lost track of time since I locked myself in my gym, 
hiding from everyone except for Kayla , Sarah and Kathleen. We all stay in the gym I bought after the 
first fight, staying there ever since I got out of the hospital, never stepping my foot out of the gym since 
my painful and humiliating loss against Alia in my own hometown, which I was pretty sure I was going to 
win. 
Dan showed himself in the gym months later after the bout and after I met him that Sunday morning at 
his house, offering some help for me about Alia's training and also to seal the deal which we made after 
my bout against Alia about six months ago. Dan kept his promise and spent more and more time in the 
gym with Alia, learning all of her tricks and stealing some of her drugs for me, while I continued to train 
harder and harder, more and more brutally every single day. 
Sweat and blood have already spilled all over the canvas in my gym as I beat the crap out of my sparring 
partners every time they have the guts to face me. I beat them with anger, pretending that they all are 
Alia, but one thing's for sure, their powers are nothing like Alia's. She is the most powerful female that I 
ever fought, and I'm torn between loving and hating her at the same time because of her well-built body 
and her power, which completely turns me on when she is dominating me. 
 
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Vivian's new-found strength also allowed her to increase her workout intensity several fold. Her training 
sessions were long and brutal, going three to four hours at a time and twice or more each day, and as 
her body developed, so did her boxing technique. Since Vivian kept all her workouts secret, she had to 
import sparring partners ' all of them males, since her strength was superior to any female partners she 
could find. And, as her skills also continued to skyrocket, so did the caliber of her male sparring partners. 
Every time she would begin to get the best of a partner, they would be replaced by better boxers, to the 
point that she was regularly exchanging punches with world-ranked male middleweights ' and many of 
them found themselves on the canvas by the gloves of the red-headed stunner. 
One of those, a nationally-known male fighter, was in the ring with Vivian late one afternoon when Dan 
was making a delivery ' one that included several drug vials and a handful of syringes. As he used the 
key that Viv had given him and came in the back door, he heard the familiar noise of leather gloves 
pounding against skin and loud, "Ooomph, oomph, uuugghhh," sounds coming from the ring. As he 
drew closer, he saw Vivian working her bigger and heavier male foe over, him covering up against the 
ropes and painful yelps flying from his lips every time Viv would land another heavy punch. 
It only took a few more seconds for her sparring partner ' a fighter that Dan had seen in many televised 
bouts ' to sink to the canvas, wrapping his arms around his body in pain as Vivian stood over him and 
screamed at him. "Another pathetic male," she yelled, "can't I get anyone in here to give me some 
competition? Maybe I should just fight the world men's champion ' he might be able to at least stay 
standing up for one round!" 
Viv walked to her corner where Sarah was waiting to towel her off, and Dan got a close-up look at 
Vivian's body when it was being exerted. He'd obviously had her up close to him several times recently, 
but this was the first time he'd seen her in action and the first time he'd seen her after a workout, with 
her muscles bulging from the exertion. On this day, she had on a leopard-print bikini, one that barely 
held in her breasts since they rode so high with the thick muscles now plating her upper chest. The bikini 
bottom was cut low in the front and high on the sides, and just so happened to emphasize both the 
definition in her six-pack abs ' it looked forged from a flesh-colored steel plate ' and her heavily-
muscled thighs that were the source of her power when attacking an opponent's body. 
In a second, Dan realized that Alia had no chance in this bout, and moreover he became concerned that 
Vivian wasn't going to be content with just beating her ' she was very capable of inflicting permanent 
damage on Alia. 
"Oh, good, I was needing a little boost," Vivian said as she saw Dan standing in the background. "You 
brought me some more presents, I see." 
Dan walked forward, handing the bag to Sarah while never taking his eyes off Vivian's sweat-covered 
body and how the sweat soaked through the leopard printing on the bikini. He'd been so enthralled with 
watching her body and watching her destroy her sparring partner that he only now noticed she'd cut off 
much of her long, red hair and had only a short ' but still incredibly sexy ' crop of that red mane. He 
also noticed that she was wearing the heavy 16-oz. training gloves and gulped quietly ' if she can do 
what I saw to a world-ranked male fighter, wearing those gloves, how much could she do against a 
female foe when the gloves will be half that size? 
"I'm not sure you need any more help, from what I see," Dan said hesitantly. 
"Oh, I'm a long way from where I'm going to be when I get in the ring with your bitch," she said, loud 
enough for the few people in the gym to hear. "Wait until you see me then ' that's when I'm going to 
have fun toying with her." 
Viv suddenly struck a muscle pose, flexing her arms, legs and trunk, and it appeared her musculature 
was going to rip through her skin everywhere. Muscles popped up everywhere, and her new short hair 
seemed to emphasize her incredibly vascular body even more. 
Every eye in the gym was on her, and kept watching when she climbed out of the ring, leaving her 
beaten partner still struggling to stand. She motioned for Sarah to follow her to the locker room and 
walked away, yelling back at Dan over her shoulder, "Meet me in the back, stud ' as soon as I get 
through with this needle, I think I could use a whole different kind of workout ' if you think you can 
keep up with me, that is." 
Dan didn't say anything, but quickly headed to the gym's back room where Vivian had set up her 
temporary living quarters. It was time for him to receive "payment" for his services '</i> 
 
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Alia had no idea what awaited her in the Vegas ring, but she was happy to be back working out in a city 
where she'd had the win that made her a nationally-known fighter. As she and her crew landed at the 
airport, one week before the bout, she smiled while remembering how much fun it had been beating 
and pummeling the fat cow Anna. 
She knew the task this time was going to be more difficult than her last Vegas bout. Where Anna was 
just a pretender, a bad club fighter, Vivian was talented and used her quickness better than any fighter 
Alia could remember. And even though Vivian used a number of illegal moves to do it, there was no 
questioning the fact that Vivian had put Alia down over and over in their last bout before Alia turned the 
tables with some illegal tactics of her own. 
Before the two camps even got to Vegas, the questions over illegality had been decided. The Vegas 
sports books, who figured to do millions of dollars in betting on the fight, wouldn't touch it without 
assurances that no such shenanigans were going to be allowed. It would be a straight-up fight, with an 
unbiased referee and judges, and with the only stipulation being the bout would go on until there was a 
knockout victory by one of the fighters. 
That suited Alia just fine. She knew that a straight-up fight was to her advantage, and her strength 
would be more of an asset than Vivian's speed in a fight like this. And she was just as strong, perhaps 
even stronger, than she was when she won the second bout ' and when she knocked her rival all the 
way out of the ring and left her sprawled on the floor. 
Her training wasn't about to slow down, and she figured that Vivian would be the same type of fighter 
that she'd been in the first two fights. If that was the case, Alia was confident that she'd have an easy 
trip to retaining her title belt. But there was still one week remaining before the fight, and in Alia's mind 
that was more time to get herself ready to pound Vivian again. 
That is, if Vivian was actually going to show up for the fight. 
No one outside of her small inner circle had laid eyes on her for weeks. The only signs that she was still 
active were the lights and the sounds that came from her private gym in the weeks leading up to the 
bout. When she was allegedly working out, the gym was locked down tight. With the paparazzi and the 
other curious types staking out the gym, if Vivian had left it was very infrequently. 
Two weeks before the fight, though, the gym had gone dark, and at that point nobody knew Vivian's 
whereabouts. Even Sarah, Kathleen and Kayla didn't know where Viv was ' Viv had told them she'd 
meet them in Las Vegas in a few days, at an out-of-the-way motel well off the Vegas strip, completely 
out of the public eye. Vivian wanted to make sure nobody knew her big secret ' the muscular, strong 
body that was going to strike fear even in Alia and win the world title for her again ' until the last 
possible minute. 
That minute was going to come at the weigh-in and press conference at the MGM Grand one day before 
the fight, and that was the day that Viv and her crew would finally move their headquarters to the 
MGM, use their rooms there and use the special gym provided for the two fighters for one last workout. 
Until then, the only person who knew her whereabouts was Dan ' since he was with her for the trip. 
Dan had told Alia and the folks in Alia's camp that he was traveling to Vegas separately, taking care of 
some pre-bout promotions and other business, and he'd meet up with them at the MGM Grand when 
they arrived. 
They didn't know that he had joined Vivian in her Porsche, driving and evading the public spotlight. Only 
he and Vivian knew they were traveling together, and he had rented out a private gym outside of Vegas 
for the week before the fight. The quiet gym was perfect, no one knew they were there, and a steady 
stream of quality male fighters kept entering the gym as healthy sparring partners and leaving with cuts, 
bruises and some broken ribs. They, more than anyone else, had felt Vivian's new power and knew that 
no females ' and maybe only a couple of fighters in the world, period ' had a chance against her. 
 
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Vivian: A few more months now passed, but I'm still training as hard as I can, taking advice from Sarah 
and the drugs and supplements from Dan. Clearly, both are having an effect, especially Dan's steroids 
and other supplements that are really come in handy ... the "drugs" really building my body especially 
since I've done a lot of hard and brutal workouts leading up to the right. Now I love spending most of my 
time naked and love to flex my arms and my body in front of the mirror as I feel so excited with my newly 
ripped and powerful body. I know with this kind of body, Alia's punches won't do any serious damage like 
the last time we fought with her, but I just keep training until two weeks before the fight when Dan 
shows up one day at the gym. 
It is really late, right around midnight when he suddenly showed up at the gym. His arrival completely 
shocks me because I'm pretty sure that I locked the door and was by myself getting in a late workout. But 
he quickly calms me down and later asks me to leave Minneapolis and travel to Vegas with him. I have to 
think twice about that, but while he's giving me another injection and giving me a rubdown after my 
workout, I agree and quickly pack my suitcase and we take off in my Porsche that night. 
It's a pretty long journey from Minneapolis to Vegas, so we decide to stop a few places along the way to 
see some of the scenic and beautiful places across the U.S. But we still make almost a straight line to 
Vegas, all the time I'm waiting for the time that I'll have my revenge ' in the ring.  
Steely Dan: It was late when I headed over to Vivian's gym, but I had waited until late for a reason. I 
wanted to catch her at the gym when nobody else was around. I had the last "delivery" to make ' the 
final two weeks worth of drugs and supplements and enough syringes to make it through those weeks, 
even though Viv had taken to doubling up on the injections as the fight grew nearer. 
But I was also there for another reason ' to convince Viv to take off with me know, let me help keep her 
out of the public eye which regular travel would no doubt expose her to and nix her plans to surprise 
Alia's camp with her reconstructed body. I also knew I could help her make final preparations for the 
bout over the days that we'd be traveling under the radar, while her entourage wasn't around, and then 
I'd turn her back over to them for the last few days before the fight. 
When I unlocked the back door ' I'd taken a cab so as not to leave a car at the gym, and I paid careful 
attention to the fact that her Porsche was the only vehicle there ' I heard the unmistakable "THUD, 
THUD, THUD '. THUD, THUD, THUD" of a boxer working the heavy bag, and I thought about her still 
working out by herself at midnight. But when I walked into the main part of the gym, I realized the other 
reason I wanted to spend the next few days with Vivian. 
I saw her totally naked under the one light that pointed down at the heavy bag, bouncing on her toes 
and pummeling the 80-pound bag, sending it flying one direction and then the next. Damn, how strong 
does someone have to be to make a heavy bag move like that, I thought as I walked closer ' close 
enough to see the sheen of sweat that covered that incredibly muscular and fit body, and to realize she'd 
been spending a lot of time nude in the gym's tanning bed, too. 
Vivian might have been startled by my heavy breathing just from watching, but she quickly got over it 
and saw the package of "presents" in my hand. She went to shower quickly while I got her injections 
ready, and after she'd dried off she laid down on the training table in the locker room and I put the 
needles into that stunning butt. I started to spill my plan ' for us to jump in her Porsche and take off then 
and there ' before she asked if I would give her a quick rubdown after her workout, and obviously I said 
yes ' any opportunity to touch that body. 
While I was doing that and she was relaxing, I spelled out my plan ' we'd be on the road four or five 
days, away from the spotlight, and her secret would remain safe until we got to Vegas. There, I'd already 
arranged for a secret hotel and a secret gym for the final week before the fight. I couldn't tell if she was 
mulling it over or if she was just about to fall asleep from the rubdown, but suddenly she rolled her nude 
body over and sat up. "You grab the equipment and I'll pack my bag," she said as she headed back to the 
back room that had been her virtual home for these many months. 
By the time I picked up what we needed from the gym and grabbed my bag that I had sat next to the 
back door when I came in, Viv popped back out, wearing a now-tight-fitting sweat suit and carrying a 
suitcase. She gave me a hug that lasted longer than it should have ' long enough for the crotch in my 
jeans to get really tight ' before she said, "Let's go! I'll drive first leg," and she almost ran out the back 
door after checking closely for any onlookers that might be hanging around outside. I threw everything in 
the tiny back seat and the small trunk, thinking I was glad we didn't have much more, and she slammed 
the accelerator and tore out of the back parking area. It only took a few minutes before Minneapolis was 
in the rear-view mirror. 
Over the next four days, we worked our way into a pretty good routine. Vivian would drive the early shift 
and I'd take over halfway through the day while she slept and I tried my best to concentrate on the road 
while looking at her in the passenger seat. We'd stop around mid-afternoon and find a motel, and while 
Viv changed and went out to do roadwork I'd find and scout out a gym where she could hit some weights 
and keep her strength going. She always wore bulky sweats there and kept her head covered with a hood 
as much as possible to avoid being recognized, but I always stayed close to help spot her on some lifts 
and watch for people who might recognize her or that were watching too closely. That wasn't easy, since 
a 5-foot-5 female throwing the kind of weights around that she was did draw a lot of attention. 
For that reason, we couldn't afford for Viv to put on the gloves in any of those gyms, since that would be 
a dead giveaway when her fists began flying around. So after her weight workout, we'd go back to the 
motel and she'd glove up and pound the hand pads I'd brought. Most fighters work the hand pads for 
two or three minutes at a time, but Vivian's incredible strength and conditioning allowed her to go non-
stop for at least two sets of 15 minutes each before she'd take a break and let my arms rest. Not that I 
minded her going as long as she wanted ' she loved her new body so much that she stripped naked for 
her punching workout in the hotel room, and it was all I could do to stay focused on helping the amazing 
Amazon creature that was standing right in front of me. 
When she finished, she'd shower while I went to bring back dinner for us, and after we ate I'd do her 
injections and give her a rubdown on the bed until she fell asleep. The next morning, we'd start over 
again, and I'd figured with the short travel days ' we always quit driving early to give her plenty of 
workout time ' it would take us four or five days to reach Vegas ' easily giving her a full week there 
before the fight. 
The only change to that routine came on our final day on the road and after dinner and her drug 
injections. I'd noticed how taut her muscles were, and asked if she wanted me to use some deep massage 
techniques I'd learned and used on Alia before the second fight. With her OK, I went to work with thumbs 
and elbows, working deep into her musculature and hitting pressure points, and it became quickly 
obvious that nobody in her camp knew how to do this. In only a couple of minutes, she began moaning 
with a combination of pain and pleasure as I released the built-up lactic acid in her muscles and could 
physically feel each muscle release its built-up tension. 
Vivian's euphoria at her body loosening up also had an unexpected side-effect, as I could feel her body 
getting warm and developing a light layer of sweat, and could smell her arousal as she moaned even 
louder every time I would hit a sore area and quickly release the pressure and the stress. I don't know if I 
finished or she couldn't take any more, but she quickly rolled over, grabbed me by both arms and rolled 
us both over on the bed, her winding up straddling my chest. She quickly worked her way up until her 
steaming-hot pussy was on top of my face and nose, and I began a completely different kind of massage 
with my tongue as Viv screamed in pleasure and had a thunderous orgasm as she roughly ground and 
pounded my face with her womanhood. 
Almost instantly, she slid down my chest, pinning my arms with her knees and slamming her breasts into 
my face, my mouth and tongue now servicing her tits while she continued to moan loudly and move her 
chest in all directions, keeping her tits in my mouth and enveloping my face until I was nearly suffocated. 
I guess Viv saw my breathing difficulty after a few minutes, because she quickly tore off the sweatsuit I 
was wearing and moved on top of me again, on her hands and knees and looking at me for a few 
seconds, a devilish grin on her face ' before she slammed her hot and wet pussy down on my rock-hard 
cock and began riding me unmercifully. 
Her strong arms had mine pinned to the bed ' not that I wanted to go anywhere, but I could never have 
moved that powerhouse off me anyway -- as she pounded my hardness into her over and over, both of us 
eventually screaming in climax. I must have passed out ' either that, or Viv knocked me out without even 
a punch ' because the next thing I knew it was morning and Vivian was already dressed, packed and 
ready to make the final drive into Vegas where her crew ' and Alia ' awaited. 
Vivian: Finally, after four and almost five days of driving ' we finally arrive at Vegas. I find it so 
exhausting to drive my own car such a far distance like this, especially when I was having sex with Dan 
the night before we arrived in Vegas, but it's worth it. His "presents" completely turn my body into that 
of a muscular goddess -- no more model's slim and athletic figure anymore, but solid muscles all over my 
body which increases my weight to around 150 pounds and also miraculously increases my height to 
5'8". 
I feel so strong right now, I don't feel too much pain when I ask Dan to punch my abs, I just laugh and 
watch him trying, but the last one he gave me squeezed a little amount of air from my lungs too before I 
call it at an end, and decide to spend the rest of the morning in the salon getting my hair cut off. 
Everyone in the salon keeps looking and staring at me with a questioning look when I walk in with Dan, 
wearing only a simple and plain white tank-top and white shorts as I walk straight to the empty seat and 
sit on it. 
I notice that most of them are really surprised to see a muscular goddess walk into their salon, which is 
normally visited only by sexy young models, but I don't really care about all of them and elegantly put my 
Iphone on the table in front of me before I turn my head, facing the good looking and sexy blonde stylist 
and say, "Why are you looking at me??? You want me to pull your teeth out of your mouth, bitch??" The 
blonde gets scared and turns her head, facing her own mirror before I yell, "Ten thousand dollars for the 
first one who serves me, and another ten thousand for the tip." 
The workers at the beauty salon immediately rush to my seat , raising their arms and yelling, "Me!! Me!! 
Me!!!" I just smile to myself as my plan for cutting my hair in a short time really works. I look at them one 
by one and then choose the red haired girl, saying, "Short and wild type of hair." It's just a simple 
demand for 20 grand, but she did it perfectly and did exactly what I wanted.  
I get up from the seat after she finished and smile before I take a check out of my left pocket and write a 
check for her. She smiles happily and bows a couple times at me while the other visitors drop their jaws 
when they see me hand over the check which was written, "Twenty Thousand Dollars" as I promised to 
the girl, before I slowly and elegantly walk to the main door and exit the beauty salon. 
Dan is also pretty shocked but he keeps it to himself until we both exit the beauty salon, and then he 
yells, "What was that?? Twenty thousand just for cutting your hair??? You must be crazy!!" But I easily 
reply to him, "Well ... this is Vegas, dude, you have to spend some money in Vegas, right??," and smile at 
him before I head to my Porsche, saying, "Let's go get some food and maybe after that we could try our 
luck on the poker table before I have to go to the MGM to face that bitch." 
 
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The press conference and weigh-in were scheduled inside the MGM Grand Arena, the same place the 
fight would be, and the ring provided the backdrop as media filled the reserved area near the temporary 
stage and fans filled many of the arena seats. All wanted to get a glimpse of both fighters, even though 
Alia had held all of her workouts in public and had been a fixture on television and newspaper 
interviews leading up to the bout. 
Conversely, the only glimpses anyone had of Vivian over the past few months were the posters and 
banners up all over Las Vegas. The posters showed images of the two top women boxers in the world, 
photos from just before the second fight, and the massive sign outside the MGM had the same image in 
lights. 
Alia's poster image wasn't much different from her current look, she thought as she headed from her 
specially-equipped workout area in the hotel to the main arena for the weigh-in and press conference. 
She was in stellar shape for that second bout, and she never really got out of shape in the months since. 
But over the last few weeks, she'd even refined her conditioning, and was in as good a shape as she'd 
been in her life ' and confirmed that to herself when she tensed an arm just before walking into the 
arena and felt the baseball-sized bicep pop up under her white sweat suit. 
She wasn't surprising anyone with her solid body this time, but the white suit was a winner for her last 
time, and she wasn't going to mess with tradition as she stepped through the back door of the arena 
and came in, her Vegas fans responding with cheers. 
About that time, Vivian and her crew pulled up to the front of the hotel, with Vivian completely covered 
with a dark sweat suit and a hood that totally covered her head. They hurried inside, not stopping even 
though people figured out who was arriving and started calling her name. Without hesitation, they 
strode purposely through the lobby and casino and headed for the arena ' where they would spring 
their surprise and give the world its first look at the "new" Vivian. 
Even though nobody could see her, Viv herself was so excited about what was to happen that she could 
barely contain herself. She had a big grin on her face inside the hood and a warm feeling in the pit of her 
stomach, one that ran all the way down to her suddenly-on-fire pussy. She couldn't wait to see the look 
on everyone's faces ' most of all Alia's face ' when she ripped that sweat suit off and showed herself in 
public for the first time. 
Vivian was almost laughing when she led the way through the doors into the main arena to join Alia's 
crew, and sending a murmur through the crowd which anxiously waited to see what was about to 
happen.
Alia: As I walk on stage and to my table next to the podium, I can hear the crowd starting to chant my 
name ' "Alia!! Alia!! Alia!!" ' and think how much better this feels than the hostile crowd that booed 
me in Minneapolis. The photographers are all around the table snapping pictures, but everyone else 
keeps looking around to see if my opponent has finally made an appearance. I know that Vivian hasn't 
been seen in public much since the second flight when I knocked her through the ropes and out of the 
ring, and nobody has seen her in the last few weeks, either in Minneapolis or here in Vegas. 
I'm beginning to doubt if she's going to show up here today for the weigh-in and the press conference, 
and I'm also wondering if she's even going to get into the ring tomorrow night. I know I hurt her late in 
our last fight, but she'd also hurt me some early and she's had almost a year to recover. But her body 
wasn't strong last time, and maybe she's remembering what my fists did to her abs and belly ' or she's 
remembering my fists sending her through the ropes. 
I'm still expecting her to show up tomorrow night, and I'm figuring and hoping she'll get here soon for 
the weigh-in. I'm ready to get this over with and move on to wrecking her body one more time. And the 
longer I have to wait here, the more ticked off I'm getting, but I hide it from the photographers as I smile 
and take off my sweat top, flexing my biceps for them. 
Vivian: Spending the rest of the morning and afternoon in Vegas is a really fun thing to do, and it helps 
me forget about Alia for a moment before the weigh-in comes. "Revenge" is the only word that keeps 
circling around my mind, though, so I immediately hit the gas and travel at about 120 kmh through 
Vegas' streets, which scares the wits out of Dan, until I arrive at the MGM Grand and get welcomed by 
Sarah with an annoying nag. 
"Where the hell have you been??!!" she yells. "You dumb fuck!! And I'll quit if you ever leave us like that 
again!!" But i easily reply, "Well, but at least you came here in a G6 plane, right??" Sarah seems to be 
speechless and sighs, "All right...let's cut the crap, shall we??" She steps back and lets me walk inside the 
arena with my hoodie sweat suit and boy shorts on. Everyone is looking at me, but I just walk straight 
into the arena and to my seat with my crew and Dan trailing behind. I can't wait to show the upper part 
of my body to everyone in the arena, especially Alia, but I intend to save the rest of my body for the 
"show" in the ring later on ' and then punish Alia even worse than I've done before with my new power. 
Alia: With you finally arriving, the press conference and weigh-in can now begin ... but before that starts 
I eye you all the way to your seat, your body covered with a sweatsuit and a hoodie and only your face 
visible ... but I notice something different about the way you're walking, and I assume you're wearing lifts 
in your shoes because you appear taller than before -- I was at full inch taller before, but as you get 
closer and arrive at the press conference table I can see you're wearing something to make you look 
taller, probably to try to psych me out and I'm not buying it ... But I hear the murmur from the crowd and 
the media as you sit down, with some scattered cheers in the arena ...  
The press conference moderator steps to the podium and begins with a welcome before opening the 
floor for questions ... the first one directed to me. "Alia, what was the difference in the last fight 
compared to the first one between you two?" I respond, "I wasn't ready in the first fight ... I was in much 
better shape the last time. I think you could look at me and tell that. And I'm in just as good, or even 
better shape, this time." 
The next question is the one everyone's waited for. "Vivian, why did you go into virtual hiding since the 
last bout, and do you think you're more ready this time?" 
Vivian: "Hiding, huh??? I was training and locked myself away for a couple of months so I could increase 
my training intensely and put the lights out of you know who," I reply shortly after I grab the mike, but 
I'm not finished yet, "and I'm totally ready for her this time...mark my words, only one will walk out of 
the ring, while the other will be carried out on the stretcher." I release the mike and then lean my back 
against the seat before my eyes are locked with yours.  
Alia: I match your gaze, neither of us paying any attention as the questions keep coming. "Alia, what 
about all the questionable tactics that both of you used in the second fight? The Nevada boxing 
commission has said it won't tolerate all that. What's your opinion of that?" I respond quickly, "First of 
all, the redheaded bitch over here was the one that turned that fight into a brawl, with her corner 
grabbing my arms and then holding me down on the canvas. I didn't need to do any of that stuff to beat 
the crap out of her last time, you saw how that one ended, and I don't need it this time. But if she starts 
that same shit again, I'm going to respond in kind, as they say, and she'll regret it."  
All the media turned to you as one asked, "Vivian, what about that ... all the illegal tactics from last time, 
that's not going to be allowed here?" 
Vivian: I grab the mike again and say in a loud voice, "I don't need that, but the commission will send 
someone to watch me in the locker room to make sure I'm not using illegal tactics anymore ' and I don't 
need to use that kind of tactics anymore because i have this!!!!" I release the mike and suddenly flex both 
of my arms and show them to the crowds, my muscles bulging against my sweat suit tight around my 
arms, as some in the crowd hold their breath and clap their hands for me. 
Alia: I watch you intently as you respond to the question by standing and flexing your arms, and I can tell 
you're in better condition than last time, but with your sweat suit still on I can't get a good gauge of your 
condition ... but I keep eyeing you and quickly yell into the mike, "Enough questions ... let's get this 
weigh-in over with. The quicker we do this, the quicker I can get started pounding you into submission 
tomorrow night!"  
I quickly step around to the scales, stripping off my sweats and showing my strong and toned body, 
again wearing only the tiny white bikini triangle covering my pussy which is starting to get damp thinking 
about you and the fight ... As I stand on the scales, the announcer says, "The champion, Alia, weighs in at 
5-foot-6 and 140 pounds, just like last time ' in perfect condition again, Alia." Happy that I am exactly 
where I was for the second bout, I step off smiling and go back to my table, sitting down and waiting for 
you to step forward. 
Vivian: "Ohhh yeah ... well, loser first," I tell you, letting you get the first turn for the weighing process, 
and it turns out exactly like the last time I met you, same height and definitely the same weight. 
"Ohhh...you'll be surprised later on, bitch," I say to myself and then step forward after you head back to 
your own seat. I step onto the scale and immediately rip off my sweat suit, instantly revealing my strong 
and muscular topless upper body before I flex my arms and showing "two big mouses" under both of my 
arms. 
The crowd holds its breath, speechless after seeing I have turned myself from an athletic model into a 
muscular goddess. The announcer immediately announces my height and my weight as soon as I step 
onto the scale ' "5 feet 7!!! And 150 pounds!!! You must have been training yourself so hard, Vivian," 
she says, but I just turn my body around and say nothing before I head back to my own seat, still topless 
to let you get a good look as I walk by.  
Alia: The surprise is clear on my face as I watch you rip off your sweat top and see you ... the skinny, 
model-style arms replaced with some of the strongest guns I've ever seen on a fighter ... and that soft 
belly that I worked over last time now plated with muscle, your abs looking like steel as you make a point 
to slowly walk in front of me and head back to your seat ... I see the stern expression on your face and I 
match that with a staredown as you slowly walk back, but the shock of seeing you still hasn't set in and 
the surprise is probably apparent to anyone looking at me. Quickly I yell to my entourage, "Let's go ... 
we're done here," and I quickly walk out through the curtains, heading for the exit and wanting some 
answers on how you have changed so much ... 
Vivian: Smiles keep forming on my face when I notice your expression changing after I showed my 
muscles to everyone in the arena. There's a little bit of satisfaction inside of me after I managed to 
intimidate you with my muscles, but for now I really need some rest after a long way driving from 
Minneapolis to here, which completely sucks and has drained a lot of my stamina. "Let's head back to 
our rooms, shall we??," I say shortly and head to the exit and head to our own rooms. Dan wants to stay 
with me, but I reject that completely by saying, "Sorry Dan, I'm really tired right now and I'm trying to 
save my energy that I lost." I then walk into my room, which was specially renovated only for me and say 
goodbye to him before I slowly close the door. 
The room is really a large one, probably larger than the usual presidential suite in some hotels, and it 
also has every single piece of training equipment that I really need, but I don't really need any of it right 
now, so I just head to the bathroom , strip myself and take a quick shower ... avoiding the water with my 
hair before I brush my teeth and jump to the nice and comfortable bed. I don't really bother to wear 
anything, I just hide my body under a thin but impenetrable blanket ... i turn off the lights and sleep. 
Morning is arriving too soon for me, but amazingly I feel so fresh after having about 10 hours of sleep. I 
raise my body and sit on the bed, covering my titties with the blanket when the bell rings. I get the white 
toweling robe and open the door, and find a young fellow standing in front of the door with a cart full of 
breakfast foods. He brings in the cart before I give him the tip and lock the door. I eat all of it and then 
watch TV while waiting for it to digest, and then have a shower before I start to train with the punching 
bag again. 
"THUD!!! THUDD!!! THUDDD!!!," the punching bag keeps bouncing around when I punch it harder and 
harder. I keep pretending that the punching bag in front of me is you right now. I keep hitting it harder, 
harder and even harder before I send a final and deadly right cross to the punching bag and open a wide 
hole in it. "SRASSSHH!!!," the sand from the punching bag falls down onto the floor and I smile to myself, 
thinking that I'm going to do the same thing to you. I smile and then sit my nude and sweating body on a 
chair, trying to catch my breath before I take my gloves off slowly and watch the TV for the rest of the 
morning. 
Alia: I'm still in shock as I throw the back doors of the arena open, heading back to our gym area in the 
hotel with my corner crew and trying to figure out how you made such a complete rebuilding of your 
body ... but by the time we get into the gym, I'm fuming and I start screaming at my crew ... "How did 
this happen?" I yelled at everyone. "How did we not know what was going on over in their camp? Was 
anybody paying attention? And where the hell is Dan ... he was working with them on some promotions, 
he had to know something. Where the fuck is HE?"  
All the yelling got some of my tension out, and after a couple of minutes we began a light workout, 
getting the kinks out while at the same time working on a change of strategy. With your stronger self, 
our plan to use a similar strategy to the last fight probably won't work, and with the strict policies in 
effect the chances for "questionable" tactics won't be there as much ... so our final workout was aimed 
at concentrating on places that won't be as strong. There aren't muscles on the chin and around the eyes 
and nose, so we'll be doing more head-hunting in the bout.  
I'm also thinking that those new chest muscles of yours may be strong, but they've also made your tits 
more prominent and they're going to be a target. And even though they're clamping down on things, I've 
always been good at shielding things from the ref, so a couple of pussy punches when she's screened out 
should slow you down a good bit. But I'm not backing down from a fight just because your muscles are 
pumped up ... and I'll trade punches if that's what I have to do. That's the thought on my mind as I work 
the heavy bag, pounding it harder and harder as I think more about the bout.  
I went to sleep thinking about using my own muscles to pound you, and wake up on fight day thinking 
about the same thing after sleeping late. That's also all I can think about all day while sitting in my suite, 
resting and preparing mentally, until 90 minutes before the bout when we assemble the crew and head 
downstairs to the dressing room to get ready ... 
Vivian: I do some yoga to help me calm my mind for the rest of the afternoon before Sarah knocks the 
door and says, "It's time, Vivian." I grab my usual favorite robe and head to the dressing room with 
Sarah, my secret lover Kayla and my sister. The commission sends someone to my dressing room and 
yours to watch the taping process and make sure that what happened in Minneapolis last time doesn't 
occur here. The commission wants a clean and nice fight, but I'll give them a bloody match. I lay my chest 
against the massaging table without any clothes and let Sarah massage me while my eyes are glued to 
the female that the commission sent. Sarah really does a good job and makes me moan a couple of times 
before she lets me sit on the massaging table and slowly sprays shaving foam on my pussy before she 
shaves it cleanly. "You don't want to give the crowd a look at your hair, right??" she says, and then 
applies a cold cream on it and makes me moan again while Kayla and Kathleen each wrap the tape on 
both of my hands quickly and then tie the deadly four-ounce red gloves on my taped fists. I slip both of 
my feet into my red Adidas boxing boots after that and let Kayla tie them before Sarah rubs the oil all 
around my body, from the shoulders all the way down both of my legs, saying, "You don't need to wear 
your robe this time, just walk out that door this way."  
I nod at her just before my song is played, and rise from the table and proudly walk out of the dressing 
room without anything on except for my boots and boxing gloves only. The crowd is breathless and can't 
keep their eyes off me as I walk to the ring first as the challenger and wait for the champion to show up 
inside of it with my crew. 
Alia: My dressing room is quiet as I go through my preparation, trying to relax and breathe deeply as my 
trainer wraps my hands tight, putting extra layers of tape around the base of the fingers and knuckles 
since we're using the small four-ounce gloves, which he slips on after the commission rep okays the tape 
job ... the gloves feel so light as they're being tied on that it makes my arms feel even faster and 
stronger, and I roll my shoulders and hop off the table, shadowboxing in the mirror to stay loose ...  
My trainer holds up the hand pads and I work on them for a couple of minutes, the small black gloves 
making a loud "POP...POP...POP" against the hand pads until I've worked up a light sweat ... after which I 
lie on the training table and my crew covers my body with a heavy oil and slide my black boots on, lacing 
them up tight before I slide off the table ... it's just gloves and boots for this one, with both of them a 
deep black and matching my hair, and having heard the crowd respond even back in the dressing room, I 
know you've headed toward the ring ... I also disdain the robe, walking out of the room confidently when 
I hear my music play and making my way to the aisle, hearing the crowd erupt again as I walk to the 
ring.  
My crew is behind me as the spotlights follow me all the way to the ring apron, where I lock eyes with 
you as I slip through the ropes ... seeing for the first time that the rest of your body is just as muscular as 
your upper body you displayed at the weigh-in ... I try to put that out of my mind as I bounce in my 
corner, shadowboxing and letting the crowd see my taut and oiled body as we await the introductions ...  
ANNOUNCER: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the MGM Grand for tonight's world title fight, the 
third fight and the rubber match between these two warriors ... first, introducing the challenger, from 
Minneapolis, Minnesota, standing in at 5-foot-7 and 150 pounds, with a record of 16 wins, all by 
knockout, and only one loss, the former champion of the world ... VIVIAN!!!!!" 
Alia: I watch you wave at the crowd, a smattering of cheers coming down, and your arms rippling as you 
hold your gloves over your head ...  
ANNOUNCER: "And now, the champion, who now calls home right here in Las Vegas ... " the crowd 
already cheering loudly, "standing at 5-foot-6 and weighing in at 140 pounds .... with a record of 13 wins, 
all by knockout, and only one loss, she reclaimed her title with a knockout win in the last fight between 
these two ... and still the reigning champion of the world .... ALIA!!!!! ALIA!!!!!"  
Alia: I wave both hands in the air to all sides of the crowd, but quickly lock my gaze back on you as I walk 
out to mid-ring for final instructions from the ref, my trainer massaging my neck and shoulders as I 
stand, never taking my eyes off you ... Vivian: I wave my hands after the announcer introduces me, and 
then bounce lightly on my toes while throwing some punches into the air. I feel so flexible with these 
gloves and I know that I could do really bad damage with them. The ref calls us to the center of the ring 
to give instruction which I've heard a thousand times, before I slam my gloves hard on yours and say, 
"You're going down, bitch." I turn my body around and head back to my own corner while Sarah 
massages my neck and my shoulders while whispering some advice in my ear. I nod at her and the bell 
rings to start the most awaited women's boxing bout of the year. 
Alia: I stay riveted on you, trying to keep eye contact but finding myself looking up and down at your 
body, which honestly didn't impress me in our first two fights, but now ' While ignoring the ref's 
instructions, I feel a small twinge of desire from looking at the results of your makeover ' your strong 
shoulders, steel-plated abs, powerful-looking biceps and thighs, your tits riding high on your solid pecs ' 
until you jolt me back to reality when you slam your gloves onto mine ' "I'm gonna enjoy fucking you up 
again, cunt," I yell as you turn your back, and I walk backwards to my corner, never taking my eyes off 
you as I keep rolling my shoulders and bouncing, hearing my trainer telling me to relax and take my time, 
pick my shots and do what I do better than anybody in the world. When he says that, I slam my gloves 
together hard, over and over, as he pops in my white mouthpiece just before the "DING, DING" that 
signals the start of the fight. 
I know my trainer told me to take my time, but that's not happening with my desire to impose my will on 
you, take the fight to you and maybe take that new body of yours. I step quickly across the ring, meeting 
your charge, and instead of my normal jab, jab, jab, I launch a big right hand right at your chin and 
follow up with a rapid-fire left-right-left, boom, boom, boom, to give those strong-looking abs their first 
test -- and their first taste of a "real" punch with four-ounce gloves. 
Vivian: I play aggressive on the offense but still taking my time to launch an attack, and as a result your 
right four-ouncer crashes right onto my left chin and snaps my head to the right. It's the first time that 
I've been punched with the four-ouncers, and I must admit that it stings and rings my head, too. I quickly 
raise both of my arms as I think that you're aiming for my head again, but I was completely wrong and 
left my strong abs open to receive rapid fire shots from you. Left, right, left, right, they keep mashing 
onto my strong abs and giving me quite a lot of pain, but not the pain that I usually felt during our last 
bout when my body was completely different from now. 
I can feel a sharp pain on my abs after getting stung by your four-ouncers, but I just smile and laugh at 
you, "Well, is this what you've got??? If it is, you should go home and re-think meeting me in the ring. 
Otherwise, you'll be carried out of this arena in a coffin!!!" I fake a left jab and suddenly launch a big 
haymaker right onto your left cheek to give you a taste of my new power. I'm playing the slugger right 
now, before I'll play with you in another different type later on, and use all of my stamina to bring you 
down for good. 
Alia: Your feint with the left causes me to lean back ' a good thing, since your hard follow-up right-
handed haymaker doesn't land full force. But it still rocks my head to the side, and gives me a rough 
taste of the strength now in those arms and shoulders, not to mention a feel for the four-ounce weapons 
that we're wearing. I take a half-step back but quickly shake my head, knowing that I have to stay on you 
and press my attack right at the start, and I slide inside behind a quick left jab and slam a right uppercut 
from down low, slashing behind your gloves and aimed under your chin. 
I follow up quickly with doubled-up left hooks on your right side under your ribcage and on your floating 
rib before yelling, "There's a lot more pain coming, bitch ' those muscles are about to be deflated and 
I'm going to pound that muscle in your head," ' finishing that as I swing a wide right cross near your 
chest that doesn't make contact but allows me to pull your strong arms and gloves down slightly, 
opening your head for a hard left hook at your temple as I stay close enough to you to feel the heat 
coming off your ripe-for-pounding body ' 
Vivian: I'm a little bit pissed when my haymaker doesn't land full force, but still pretty glad that the 
haymaker knocks your head to the side ' but that confidence gets me a quick and stunning jab to my 
gloves before a low uppercut slashes behind my gloves and hits me right on the chin, saliva flying from 
my mouth as I stagger backwards, stunned temporarily with blurred vision before two left hooks mash 
my right side and my ribs really hard ' giving me a quick sharp pain, but luckily it wakes me up and I 
manage to raise my left arm to protect myself right before a wide right cross from you hits my left arm. 
I can feel stinging pain on my left arm so I decide to lower my arm to try to ease the pain by rubbing it, 
but you are too quick and merciless about giving me time to recover. Another hard left hook hits right on 
my temple, violently snapping my head to the side and I'm down to the canvas on my butt after I lose my 
balance. 
I quickly roll over on my stomach right at your feet, the ref immediately counts but the count barely lasts 
until "3" before I get up and nod quickly that I'm completely able to continue the match. The ref 
continues the match, waving you in and I throw a sudden right straight to your face.  
ANNOUNCER: "Vivian is down! In the first round! What a shocking start to this bout!" 
Alia: My shot to the side of your head landed hard enough that my hand almost went numb inside the 
barely-padded glove, but it had a lot more effect on you as you're off your feet already ... I know you're 
not badly hurt, but I still stand over you, yelling at and taunting you but I can barely be heard over the 
screaming crowd that is shocked to see you on the canvas so quickly ... "GET UP, you blown-up bitch! I 
thought you were supposed to be strong, but I barely hit you ... GET UP, so I can beat on you some 
more," I yell as the ref steps in and pushes me back hard toward a neutral corner ....  
I expect you to take the full eight-count with the ref in between us, but you're quickly up before she even 
reaches "3" with the count, and as she asks if you're ready you walk quickly right through her arms and 
reach me when I'm barely out of the neutral corner ... I cock my right hand back, aiming to drill your open 
head again, but before I can launch your quick straight right glances off my left guard glove and slams 
into my face, popping my nose and causing sweat to fly off my forehead ... I shake my head from the 
quick shot, my forward momentum temporarily stopped, but after my earlier success I wade inside again, 
looking to keep mixing it up with you and bouncing heavy shots off your high guard, pushing your gloves 
back into your face. I try to get you moving backwards, but you stand your ground at mid-ring, both of us 
punching away and trying to create openings .... 
ANNOUNCER: "Alia and Vivian are really starting to mix it up now ... what action in the very first round!" 
Vivian: My fists are clenched and my chest feels like burning inside of it. I just slipped and you thought 
that you brought me down to the canvas with that kind of lame punch. Indeed, the punch still hurts, but 
not enough to bring the new me to the canvas easily. I move closer to you without thinking and without 
any defense as I slug your head with two heavy crosses to both of your cheeks and a sudden straight left 
to your solar plexus, before I push you away and send a low blow, aiming for your navel but accidentally 
hitting right on your bare and shaven crotch.  
Alia: Your crosses to my face slap my head from side to side, but I am so intent on my attack that I 
almost don't feel them ... Swinging hard with very little thought of defending against your blows, I land 
another left hook to your mouth just as your punch lands to my solar plexus and sends an "unhhh" shot 
of air from my mouth just as your put your gloves on my shoulders and roughly shove me away, easily 
moving me back even with me leaning in on you ... As I set my feet to launch more punches, 
"UUUUGGGHHHHHH," your lethal four-ounce right glove slams into my already-excited pussy ....  
I quickly double over, both of my gloves reaching to my crotch with the searing pain, but before you can 
take advantage the ref steps in, pushing you back and admonishing you for the low blow, threatening to 
penalize you for the next low blow before checking on me as I start walking around the ring, trying to 
lessen the pain ... I do some knee bends and squats as the ref gives me the time to recover, and finally 
the pain recedes and I tell her I'm ready, but as she signals us to continue I quickly step toward you and 
lock up in a tight clinch, getting a few more seconds to recover as we struggle ... "So that's how you want 
to do it, huh?," I hiss under my breath as my head rests on your shoulder, "well, you're going to feel the 
same thing pretty soon." We both struggle to free our arms, my gloves thudding against your sides as I 
feel the strength in your arms as you seem to easily move me around in the clinch ... as you push me 
away, I loop a right hand that thuds into your left temple again .... 
Vivian: "What the fuck, ref???!! She moved too much, and that was an accident!!, " I yell at the ref while 
she is giving me the warning, but apparently she doesn't want to hear me before she checks on you. "Get 
up, you lame bitch!!! My arms still need to be fed by your blood!!!," I yell at you and try to return the 
favor by taunting you. You straighten up finally and run like a crazy bitch towards me before we both 
lock in a tight clinch. 
I can hear your whispering in my ear and I reply shortly, "Yes, that's how I want to do it, bitch!!!" I let you 
pound my sides, but it doesn't have any effect on me before I push you away and break the clinch, but I 
get your right hook to my temple again as soon as I break the clinch and it pisses me off as well as rings 
my head. 
My head is ringing a little bit because of the impact of your four-ouncer, but I can bear with it easily 
because of all the sparring I've done so far with some local and national male champs secretly. I've taken 
their hardest punches from all of them, and it helps make my head feels like steel. I raise my gloves again 
with my eyes straight towards yours before I start to dance and change tactics. I keep sticking around 
you and starting to rain unstoppable and wild punches: left, right, left, right, crosses over and over to 
your face, a quick and deadly right straight to your left tit, more repeating left-right crosses to both of 
your ribs, and I'm still not showing an indication of stopping while I'm punishing you with repeating 
rights and lefts to your sides as I'm trying to drive you into a corner. 
Alia: I move in again, trying to follow up on my right to your head, but this time you back away, dancing 
out of range before you begin firing long-range punches ... I manage to slip some, but your gloves move 
too fast and more and more of your crosses start slicing through my highly-held guard ... I shoot out a 
quick left-right straight shots at your chin, but you quickly shake them off and .your right hand slams into 
my left tit, causing me to scream in pain and bring my arms in to cover, back-pedaling as you rain shots 
under my ribs on both sides ..  
Maybe it's the small gloves, but your punches are much harder than I remember as they slam into my 
sides, yelps of pain coming from my mouth as your fists punish me hard .... I hear part of the crowd 
beginning to yell again as I stumble back and feel the ropes against my back ... Not wanting to get 
trapped in the corner, I desperately push back, catching you off guard with my unexpected response as 
my hard left-right-left all slam into your open face, pounding both of your eyes and flattening your nose. 
Vivian: The announcer yells again, "WHAT ACTION!!" after she notices that I'm battering you like a bitch, 
but raining punches at your midsection too long completely leaves my head wide open and lets you easily 
pound both of my eyes and snap my head sideways before your final straight left hits my nose and a 
small amount of blood trickles out of my left nostril. I feel dizzy, but I shake my head and clear it before I 
look back at you with anger and move towards you again with a better defense. 
"Well, c'mon!! Is that the best you can do??? You're not hurting me at all!!," I yell as I bob to the left and 
right to confuse you, and suddenly throw a straight punch which flattens your nose as a return before I 
start to dance again and circle around you ' and quickly and quietly launch a right hook to your kidney, 
hoping the ref doesn't see it. "Remember the match between Ali and Frazier?? You're Frazier now," I yell 
at you, "I'm going to beat you and take the title back to my gym!!!" With my incredible footwork and 
agility, I bob to the left and right with quick speed and unleash my legendary signature move, "The 
Dempsey Roll," and repeatedly attack your cheeks and eyes with it. 
Alia: My shots to your face back you up enough to let me move off the ropes, and I launch a couple of 
quick jabs to try to open you up again and try to work on your face more, before your straight right to my 
nose stops me cold ... I can barely hear your taunts over the crowd noise as your hook pounds my kidney, 
sending more pain through my side ... I keep trying to move forward as you dance away, rolling back and 
forth and starting to drill my face from both sides with your Dempsey Roll, my head rocking back and 
forth as the "DING, DING" sounds ending a fast-paced Round 1 ....  
I head back to my corner, breathing heavily but none the worse for wear except for the dull pain in my 
left tit, as I sit down and my trainer soaks me with a wet sponge on my head, squirting water into my 
mouth as my corner checks me over and sees no injury so far ... "You're doing good," he says, "just keep 
your hands up when you move in at her, and keep pressing her ... start working high, work the eyes and 
let those gloves cut her up and blind her ... and keep your hands up!!! She's damn strong now!" I nod as 
my breathing is back to normal, and my cornermen massage my neck and shoulders until the warning 
buzzer sounds and I quickly move off the stool, ready for the bell ... 
Vivian: The first round ended too quickly for me, since you were already helpless that way and I know 
that the bell really saved you from my punishment. I head back to my own corner reluctantly and sit my 
bare ass down to the stool before Sarah stands in front of me and yells ,"What was that???!!!!" I look 
back at her and easily say, "I slipped, that's all," before I continue and yell at her, "and if you don't mind 
... give me something to drink, please!! I know what I'm doing right now, I'm the champ!!" Kayla takes 
the mouthpiece out of my mouth and calms me down with the drink, while Kathleen is rubbing her own 
sister's nude body with an icepack even if there isn't any bruising, just making sure. 
The round girl steps in and parades around the ring while the crowds are whistling at her, giving her cat 
calls, but she doesn't respond at all to them except for a wide smile formed by her lips. The warning 
buzzer sounds and adrenaline rushes inside of me again as I'm pounding both of my gloves hard and 
violently, I can't wait to smash your face with the four ounce gloves. Kayla gives me the mouthpiece and 
the bell rings as the signal for Round 2. 
I head out from my corner like a raging bull, and Sarah yells at me to go on the defense before I attack 
you, but I really don't listen to her and heading to you as fast as I can, hoping I can pin you in your own 
corner again by giving you a repeating attack. I start the round with two quick jabs to your face and a 
short left hook to your right side to shake you up before I taunt you, "Feeling hurt??? Probably you 
should head home and think twice about this before I really kill you now."  
Alia: I step out quickly at the bell, but so do you as we clash at mid-ring, both of us already throwing 
power punches and the crowd on its feet already early in Round 2 ' Those four-ounce gloves had an 
effect on me in the first round, but I know I also got in some shots, putting you down once despite your 
screams that it was a slip ' I figure you'll be overanxious and will defend and counter after the initial 
rush when you leave an opening. Your quick jabs pop into my gloves and push them back into my face as 
I block them, but you left hook pounds my right side and moves me to the left a little. But as I move, I see 
you carrying your right hand low, too busy trying to taunt me to notice it as you load it up for another 
shot at my head, and I aim a left hook at your eye socket and quickly follow with a deadly and rapid four-
punch combination ' a right cross to the jaw, slamming left and right hooks into your abs and a final left 
uppercut that grazes your chest and aims at the point of your chin ' trying to slow down the momentum 
you built late in Round 1. 
Vivian: Too aggressive an attack is completely a wrong move that I've done, and as a result your left 
four-ouncer hits me right on my left eye and sends my vision to white before it gets back to normal 
again, but by the time it's back to normal it's already too late to defend myself. Your terrible cross to my 
jaw feels like it's breaking in half, your two hooks sting my abs more than it bites but luckily it doesn't 
inflict too much pain on my seriously hard abs, before the finishing uppercut that grazes through my 
chest , mashing it upwards before it solidly hits right on my chin and knocking my head backwards as 
well as the saliva from my mouth and sweat from my hair. 
My body flies backwards until my back hits the ropes and I quickly realize that I'm in trouble. My head is 
still ringing badly and right now I can't even see properly, so I just bend my body, raising my guards sky 
high and leaving my midsection pretty wide open ... hoping that I can protect my head from even more 
punishment because I know that my abs can endure some serious pain.  
Alia: My four quick shots did what I hoped, my four-ounce gloves having the same effect on you that your 
gloves had on me one round earlier ... Both our fists being dangerous weapons with the lightly-padded 
gloves, but I know I have to keep pressing my advantage with your new-found power and strength with 
which I'm still impressed to the point of arousal ... But right now, I'm only concentrating on your body to 
open it up for more brutal punches from my fists ... My final uppercut having forced you back against the 
ropes, I hop quickly inside, shooting two hooks to both sides of your head and bouncing them off your 
gloves up high against your temples ...  
With your guard up high, I follow up my high right hook with a straight left to your solar plexus and start 
raining hard shots on your abs and just below where your waistband would be, my gloves flying but still 
being careful not to go too low so the ref doesn't step in and stop my assault ... your abs are hard, harder 
than I'd thought possible on a female, but even hard abs can't hold up forever against unpadded gloves 
... and my shots below your abs cause yelps of pain to fly from your mouth ... slamming heavy lefts and 
rights over and over -- "BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM", so loud against your body I can hear the pounding 
over the incredibly loud roar of the crowd ...  
The fans going wild, yelling "AL-I-A, AL-I-A, AL-I-A," as I bounce you into the ropes hard with each shot ... 
"You're going down again, bitch," I yell at your face, "you enjoying this now ... I sure am, and I'm going to 
enjoy seeing you on the canvas even more" ... your body starting to shudder as your arms slide down, 
and I shift my attack up high and swing constant wide shots to your eyes and cheeks, rocking your head 
back and forth ... 
Vivian: "Offff!!! Argghhhh!!!!" That's what coming from my mouth as your gloves rock my head sideways 
and force my saliva to fly out of my mouth again before I'm able to reach the ropes with my back. I 
quickly raise up my guards and try to recover but I'm leaving my midsection too wide open, and as a 
result a right hook from you pounds my solar plexus. I can feel venom in your punch when the punch 
penetrates inside of me and knocks some of my air out of my mouth, but the pounding isn't over yet. 
"BAM!!! BAM!!! THUD!! THUD!!!" is the only sound that comes when you mercilessly send your thinly 
padded gloves all around my midsection. My abs, ribs and almost all of my midsection are turning bright 
red as I'm getting pounded by your sledgehammer fists, and the only thing I can do is to keep protecting 
my head and gasp in pain. After dozens of punches to my midsection, my defense starts to break down 
and my guard on my head starts to open, and you use the chance properly and send a final powerful 
straight shot to my abs which results in me dropping my arms to my sides, stunned heavily for a moment 
before you yell in my face and start to pound my face over and over. 
My head is rocking back and forth and I can feel that both of my eyes are starting to swell badly as you 
keep aiming for them. Left, right, left, right, they keep hitting me right on the eyes, I can't take it 
anymore and go down heavily to the canvas onto my right side after taking a hammer to my left eye. 
My vision turns white temporarily and there're some stinging pain on both of my eyes as the ref starts 
counting as soon as I'm down, but I manage to survive and beat the count when it reaches "9". The ref 
continues the match, and I notice that both of my eyelids are starting to become "puffy." I raise both of 
my gloves and can't believe that you are wearing me down so easily and I've lost almost all of my 
stamina, so I decide to play defense and hope the round will end soon for me. 
Alia: My last right hand to your head slams you down to the canvas hard on your right side, your hard 
body almost bouncing on the springy canvas ... I stand over you screaming for just a second, "How's that 
feel, bitch ... don't get up or it might be the last time you ever stand up, 'cause I'm going to finish you one 
way or the other," before the ref shoves me back and starts the count ... I only go halfway to the neutral 
corner, watching you struggle on the canvas and blink heavily trying to refocus .. but slowly you start to 
rise, making me even more impressed after the beating you took, and you use the ropes to pull yourself 
up as the count hits "9" and the ref cleans your gloves and waves me in ...  
I see your still-strong arms up high and your gloves tight against your head and face, and I literally grab 
your right arm with my left glove and shove you down the ropes into the corner, where you hit heavily 
and the ropes shake all around the ring ... with your guard high, I attack the only place where your 
muscles can't help a lot, as I shoot a straight right hand hard into your left tit, feeling it mash deeply 
under my hard glove and hearing you scream in pain ... quickly my left glove shoots straight into your 
right tit, again mashing it deep against your chest ... I begin working my arms over and over, slamming 
your breasts hard as they instantly begin bruising, my knuckles almost coming through the four-ounce 
gloves, and your nipples a bright red from the abuse of my fists. 
Alia: Over and over my strong arms beat your chest, your screams of pain almost drowned out by the 
crowd that is now at a fever pitch, sensing I'm about to end the fight ... "Either go down or die right here, 
your choice, you pathetic chump!," I scream at you as my fists keep beating your breasts until they look 
almost disfigured, swollen and lumpy ... You have to be incredibly strong to take this much abuse, but 
slowly you start sliding down the corner pad, almost sitting on the ropes as I start uppercutting hard 
under your now-bouncing tit bags ... 
Knowing I have to keep going hard and pummel you quickly and badly, since the round is probably close 
to over and I won't get a better chance to finish you off and reclaim my title ... 
Vivian: My head is still ringing and I can see that there are three of you standing in front of me. I know 
that two of them are the shadows and only one is real, so I shake my head to clear my vision. But by the 
time I finish clearing my head, you are already holding my right arm and throwing me down the ropes 
and to the corner where something unexpected happens. My arms get trapped behind the corner ropes 
and now I'm hanging helplessly. My abs, ribs and even my stitched titties, finally healed after being raked 
by your hard laces in our previous fight, are wide open for your cruel fists. 
"PHACK!!!" The first shot in the corner from you hits me right on my right tit, mashing it back inside my 
chest while my eyes and my mouth are widening and I scream loudly in pain, but that doesn't stop you 
from your cruelty. You keeps pounding my titties over and over, mashing them deeper and deeper with 
every punch as they're turning bright red and then slowly into black and blue as dark blood is pooling 
under my battered titties. My knees give up and I'm almost down to the canvas again, but my arms are 
still trapped by the ropes, so that makes me still hang with limp knees. 
I lift my face up a little bit and hear all of your taunts with serious pain all over my titties, but that 
doesn't seem enough for you, the brutal queen. You continue punishing my titties with uppercuts and I 
keep screaming hopelessly as my eyes are filled with tears. Every single punch that lands make me feel 
like my titties are being ripped off of my chest. It's hurting me a lot and I'm hoping the bell rings soon so I 
can have time to recover and rethink my strategy of bringing you down for good. 
Alia: With you still locked in the ropes, I slam your tits once more with each glove, feeing the bright red 
tits collapse once again, before I move up, now shooting straight lefts and rights directly into your 
tearing eyes and slamming your nose, starting the flow of blood as your arms jerk by reflex to try to 
cover your face and your slide off the ropes, sitting heavily on your butt on the canvas and leaning 
against the corner, one arm up on the ropes, almost unconscious and moaning in pain as I stand in front, 
one glove raised and the other one open and slapping your face ... "Come on, loser, what's the matter ... 
you're going to beat me so bad! Come on, get up!," I yell before the ref steps between us and she pushes 
my chest, shoving me all the way past mid-ring.  
I continue walking slowly back to the neutral corner, and the ref doesn't move back toward you until I am 
leaning against the corner ropes. She then moves back to you and begins the count, "1 ... 2 ... 3 ..." and I 
see that you have barely moved ... I raise my arms to the crowd and begin dancing in the corner, 
celebrating as the count reaches " 6 ... 7 ..," but suddenly the "DING, DING" sounds ending Round 2 and 
saving you from my knockout. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!," I scream as angrily I head to my corner, knowing I 
was only a couple of seconds away from ending the bout ... 
Vivian: "THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!!!" Three solid rights straight to my face, two of them hitting my 
eyes, and I can feel the swelling on the eyebags turning worse, before your straight slams on my nose 
and forces blood to come out of both of my nostrils. My eyes are watering before I drop onto my butt to 
the canvas and sit hopelessly there while moaning in pain. I can see you yelling at me and taunting me 
but I can't hear the sound clearly. It's echoing inside my head as well as the ref's counts, and I realize I'm 
not going to get up before that count ends, but luckily the bell rings and saves me from the punishment 
and death. 
My vision is still spinning and every single voice that I hear right now is echoing in my ears. Sarah sees 
me sitting helpless on the canvas and immediately jumps into the ring with my crew, putting both of my 
arms behind their necks as they carry me back to the corner and sit my ass down on the stool. Sarah 
immediately takes the mouthpiece out of my mouth and finds cuts inside of my mouth which are starting 
to leak blood. She grabs the bucket before she gives me a drink and asks me to spit to clean the blood out 
of my mouth. I do exactly what she says and then she spills a lot of water on my head to revive my 
consciousness, while Kayla puts cotton into my nose to stop the bleeding and Kathleen is applying ice-
packs on my midsection before she presses them on my titties and makes me moan loudly in relief. 
Alia: I get back to my corner quickly and sit, my arms tired from punching you so much but a huge smile 
on my face as I watch your crew desperate, almost dragging you back to your corner, and I figure you 
won't be able to take much more ... My trainer squirts my mouth and face with water as my other 
cornermen knead and massage my arms, getting the soreness out and getting them ready to pummel 
you more as soon as the bell rings ... I watch your crew work you over, and start to wonder if you are 
even going to be able to rise to start Round 3 ... I quickly stand at the warning buzzer, waving to the 
chanting crowd that is divided -- half wanting the bout to end right now and win me the title once again, 
and the other half wanting me to abuse your body even more ...  
I decide to side with the second half, thinking I will take my time and hurt you even more, and I am 
almost to mid-ring right at the "DING, DING" to start Round 3 ... 
Vivian: Sarah drags me off my stool and onto my feet and whispers, "You can't give up now, fight her for 
Christ's sakes!!" I nod, but I can't even raise my arms fully to protect my face after the bell rings for the 
third round. "No ... we're doomed!" I can hear Sarah say in desperation under her breath, as she watches 
me walking straight forward and right at you, now the brutal queen. I can see your evil grin on your face 
and I know that you want to beat the crap out of me in this round, so I quickly throw a wild but 
powerless shot to your nose just to keep you away from me. 
Alia: I watch your crew pulling you off your stool, thinking for a second how cruel it is for them to force 
you back out after taking my Round 2 beating ' but quickly I remember I'd want my crew to do exactly 
the same thing as long as I was still conscious. But I watch you walking straight at me, your hands down, 
and despite my desire to start another pounding I can't keep from grinning and licking my lips at the 
thought of you being at my mercy ' that is, before you throw a punch that pops my nose. It wasn't a 
hard shot, but anything with these four-ounce gloves stings, and it did surprise me ' and I'm thinking 
how much guts it took for you just to stand up and come out to face me again, much less hit me, after 
my own mitts had hurt and disfigured you so much. Despite all the animosity, I've grudgingly developed 
a healthy respect for you as a fighter ' maybe more now that you obviously haven't given up when 
you're beaten. 
Your glove rapping against my nose did get me back focused and it's time to get back to business. 
Between rounds, my corner yelled for me to finish you off quickly if you came back out for the round, but 
the crowd's yelling for more abuse gets the better of me and I decide to drag out your pain. Since you 
can't raise your hands fully, I pop two stiff left jabs at your swollen right eye socket and the blood begins 
trickling down, mixed with tears from your eye from the pain you are still obviously in, and follow up with 
a swinging right hook that clubs your temple and makes you step backward. A straight left slams into 
your nose, pushing it back against your face and sending you off-balance back into your own corner. 
I move in again, but your well-developed arms still find the strength to grab around my back, your gloves 
working up to my shoulders and pulling me in close in a tight clinch, cutting off any more punches to your 
head and all I can do is thump short shots into your sides and obliques. With my head over your shoulder 
as you are leaning back against the pad, I look at your crew and suddenly see Dan standing just behind 
them. In an instant, a lot of things fall into place and a lot of questions are answered, and I feel my anger 
turn from you to him. But I try to put that particular anger out of mind, and instead I yell at your entire 
crew, "You're just going to leave her out here to get hurt more? She doesn't deserve to get killed in here, 
but if she does it's going to be your fault, not mine!!!" 
As I yell, I'm still struggling to break the clinch, although maybe not as hard as I should. In fact, I'm a little 
bit enjoying your body and tits rubbing against me, and I can feel the warmth growing in my crotch as I 
force your arms to loosen some and my thin gloves start pounding your sides harder and harder, feeling 
the air come from your mouth in bursts with each punch, and thinking you're going to lose the clinch 
soon and I can pound the rest of you. 
Vivian: "My lord...we're really doomed," Sarah said as she covers her face with both of her hands after I 
took two left jabs to my right eye socket without any proper defense at all, opening a small gash on it 
which is tricking blood and giving me sharp pain every time it mixes with the sweat. The pain continues 
when you smash your thinly-padded glove onto my left temple, sending my head snapping to the right 
side before saliva flies out of my mouth and I stagger backwards. I'm heavily stunned at the moment and 
my spinning vision is getting a lot worse as I don't even notice your straight right that smashes right onto 
my nose and spurts the blood all over my chest, your chest and the canvas as well as your gloves and 
arms. 
My body flies back into my own corner and I'm barely awake at all by the time my back hits the 
turnbuckle, but I remember what Sarah had told me every time if I'm in trouble. I wait for you to get 
closer before I suddenly loop my hand around your back and rest my head on your shoulder as I'm 
clinching with you. Sharp pain is electrocuting my body as my bruised titties are accidentally mashed 
with yours, not to mention that you are sending a lot of shots to my sides and obliques which are slowly 
torturing me. I can feel that my grip on you is already starting to loosen and I'm in trouble if I lose the 
grip before I'm well recovered and ready to fight again. 
Alia: I feel your arms struggling to keep me locked up close, and I'm just about to break out of your grasp 
when you suddenly leap forward, grabbing my arms and re-establishing the hard clinch at mid-ring ... 
holding on and keeping me from doing any more real damage with my arms pretty much pinned to my 
sides by your arms -- they are still incredibly strong, and I figure I've got to start banging on those biceps 
some. It's an old boxing trick, punching the opponent's biceps to tire them out and not allow the 
opponent to raise the arms fully to defend ... except in this case, it's to try to get rid of some of that 
strength that your body has built up. I keep waiting for the ref to step in and break us, but she's 
apparently also impressed with your tenacity and doesn't move in very quickly.  
"Are you through dancing so we can fight some more?," I yell at your face as the ref finally works her 
arms between us and separates us ... You quickly backpedal, your legs still a little shaky as I pursue you, 
and as I get close again I swing a wide sweeping right that rips the side of your left eye and into the 
socket, follow with a left to the other side with the same effect and end up with another hard right 
uppercut that thuds under your jaw, sending you back to the ropes where I did so much damage only one 
round earlier ... I move close again, but this time your arms are a little higher, so I send two hard shots to 
your abs and feel your hot breath shoot from your mouth, before begin sending wide shots off both of 
your biceps to wear you down more ... planning to work your head and tits more soon ... the wide shots 
leave me open, since I'm not expecting much response from you at this point. 
Vivian: The clinch is almost over for me, but you seem like you don't want this to be end so soon as you 
clinch with me again, but this time I quickly lock both of your arms with mine and rest my head again on 
your shoulder while the blood keeps tricking from my nose on your right shoulder, before the ref slowly 
steps in and separates us. I hear all of your taunts which are echoing in my ear. I move myself away from 
you as far as I can, and I can see that my fans are already starting to boo at me because I'm avoiding 
you, but that doesn't last too long before a sweeping right hits the side of my left eye and opens a gash 
on my left eyebrow. 
The sharp pain when the sweat mixes with the cut is indescribable, but I try to concentrate before 
another following left hook hits right onto my other eye, but luckily it doesn't open any gash this time. 
But it seems like everything isn't enough for you, as you throw a deadly uppercut to my chin again and 
send my head flying backwards as well as my body before my back hits the ropes again. I'm barely 
conscious right now, but miraculously my arms are still high to protect my face from at least a couple of 
punches ' but that doesn't work very well when it turns out you are aiming for my midsection, not my 
head. 
"Offff!!!! Ungghhh!!!" I grunt in pain as your four-ouncers land properly on my hard abs and knock the 
breath out of me. My knees are giving up already but I try to stand up as long as I can while I'm bending 
my body and trying to protect my battered midsection with my arms. "THWACKK!!!! PHACKK!!! THUD!!! 
THUD!!! PHACKK!!!," those the sounds coming from your venom-laced punches to both of my arms. It 
hurts my arms a lot and they feel like they're going to be break soon, but I keep them up and take the 
shots as much as I can to protect my body from your deadly punches while my arms are slowly turning 
back and blue. 
 
Alia: My big hooks bang on your strong biceps more and I see the big red patches and bruises developing 
as your arms start to drop from the pounding, allowing me to move up and punish your head. "BAM ' 
BAM ' BAM ' BAM!!!," my thin gloves echo noises off your cheeks as I slam your chin from side to side 
with big wide hooks and crosses ' left, right, left, right, over a half-dozen heavy shots from each fist as 
your head flies from side to side like a bobblehead doll, blood and spit flying out each direction each time 
my gloves crash home. I begin to feel the telltale sign of excitement coming from my pussy, an orgasm 
welling up from the excitement of your stunning self, one of the best fighters in the world, totally 
wrecked by my punishment and ready to be knocked out. 
Your barely-conscious body eventually leans heavily against the ropes, your feet at least a foot away 
from them as you're almost sitting on the middle rope, your hands too low to defend anywhere as I 
finally stop punching your jaw. Your head bobs on your chest as I scream, "Come on, chump, I thought 
you were VICIOUS! The only thing vicious you're doing is falling down, and you're about to do that for the 
last time!" As I yell at you, I move my attack down and "THUD!, THUD!!, THUD!!!," I shoot left and right 
crosses deep into your already-ravaged tits, my right thudding into your right orb and my left crossing 
over into your left as your tits bounce and you scream with pain, a river of tears running down your 
cheeks to mix with the blood. 
The tit shots from my brutal gloves have the crowd screaming at a fever pitch and I see the ref standing 
just to my right, looking like she is nearly ready to step in and stop the fight. I hear my cornermen yelling 
for me to let you drop and end the bout as I'm bouncing your body hard against the ropes. But I can't yet 
' until my pussy turns loose from the excitement of mauling your tits and a rush of wetness fills my 
crotch as I finish off the last of my tittie battering, and your body pitches forward, all but out cold, your 
face landing squarely on my titties. If I move, you'll crash to the canvas for the fourth and final time in 
the bout, but instead I grab the back of your head with my right glove and push your face into my right 
tittie, eventually rubbing your sore mouth against my hard nipple that is covered with your drool and 
blood ' sending one final shudder through my post-orgasm body. 
"So this is how the great Vivian ends up ' sucking my tits like a bitch," I yell in your ear as I get set for a 
finishing combination to your wide-open body, your arms pointing straight down and only my chest 
holding you up. I slide down and step my right foot forward for leverage, let go of your head and lift a 
devastating left uppercut into your solar plexus to take the last of your wind, sending you again bouncing 
into and back off the ropes where my right hand waits with the same punch to finish you off. 
But your body bounces back more than I expected, and when I throw my right hand from way below you, 
it lands well below your plexus and pounds into your open and wet pussy HARD, right in front of the ref 
as she was already stepping in after my left uppercut. The pussy shot sends you down flat on your 
stomach on the canvas as the ref violently pushes me back, and I wave my gloves to the crowd knowing 
that you're not getting up any time soon. 
Instead of starting the count, though, the ref rolls you over and signals your corner crew to come in as 
you roll into a fetal position, and I realize my mistake. The ref is signaling the knockdown was a low blow, 
pointing to the judges the penalty, meaning that you will get as much recovery time as you need to 
continue fighting ' 30 seconds, 30 minutes, whatever. The crowd doesn't realize that and they think the 
fight is over as Sarah and the sensational-looking Kayla drag you to your stool, and I stand in the neutral 
corner dumbfounded before I slowly walk to my corner to wait out the unexpected break, screaming 
curses the entire time. 
Vivian: I just can't stand anymore, my knees are already giving up for the moment and now only my face 
resting on you is the only thing that helps me to stand. My mouth hangs on your right tit with your hands 
rubbing it back and forth, and the blood is freely coming out from my mouth while you are taunting me 
with your words and then finish me with some punches which land onto my crotch. 
I'm down onto the canvas with both hands cupping my crotch, but I'm not yelling at all which I usually do 
when someone punches me right in my crotch. The blackness is already taking over me before I'm down 
to the canvas, my body slowly rolling itself to its side and then stops moving. Everyone in the arena 
knows that I won't be able to beat the count anymore with this kind of condition, but luckily the judges 
declare the low blow and give me as much time as I want to recover. Sarah uses the time wisely and 
drags my butt back to my own corner with the help of the gorgeous Kayla, while Kathleen is preparing 
the stool and immediately spurts a lot of water to my face to wake me up. 
Kathleen keeps spurting water over and over and then tries to spill it on my head just to wake me up. It 
takes about five minutes before I start to open my swollen eyes. Sarah seems so glad just to see me wake 
up, and she immediately takes out my mouthpiece and gives me something to drink and asks me to spit 
it up into a bucket before she presses a cotton on the gash on my left eyebrow and rubs a lot of vaseline 
on it to stop the bleeding. Kayla sticks two cottons to my nostrils and forces me to breathe only using my 
mouth. I can see you in the neutral corner, protesting and even cursing the ref for giving me such a long 
time for a break, but the ref made her own decision. Kayla takes her time to stop the bleeding on my 
nose while Kathleen tries to ease the pain on my abs and other parts of my midsection with the ice pack. 
The three of them are surrounding me really tightly, and that gives Dan an opportunity to shoot his 
"drugs" through my ass. I squeal a little bit but then my body feels like it's completely recharged and it 
feels so light after receiving Dan's drugs. I nod to the ref and am ready to continue the match again after 
taking about a 15-minute break. Sarah helps me stand and puts the mouthpiece into my mouth again 
before she massages my shoulders for a couple of seconds and whispers, "With this drug, you should be 
able to beat that bitch in no time!! Go get her, tiger!!" I hear all that she said to me and I nod at her, 
before I pound my gloves and head towards you with a classical boxing stance.
Alia: After sitting on my stool, loosening up over and over and waiting for nearly 15 minutes, I'm 
impatient to get back to pounding you, but my anger at the extended delay allowed for you to recover is 
still boiling over as I scream at the ref insistently. "How much longer are you going to GIVE her?" I yell. 
"Are we going to wait here all fucking NIGHT?" Finally the ref checks with your corner and gives me the 
indication that we're about to start again, and I begin shadowboxing and my trainer massages my 
shoulders to try to loosen me up after the delay. I turn away from my corner and look across the ring, 
and am a little surprised that you look pretty fresh after the beating I've given you the last two rounds ' 
and am even more surprised when you beat your gloves together loudly and approach the middle of the 
ring. I can still see the bruises and big red welts on your abs and your tits bruised, and your puffy face 
with the Vaseline stuffed in the cuts, but somehow you don't appear affected by the pain from any of 
those injuries. 
I had expected to get right back to pummeling you, after knocking you down four times to this point, but 
instead I see you with your arms up high around your head and you up on your toes dancing as I step out 
once again, hearing the crowd beginning to cheer again as they're also just as ready as me to get back to 
the fight. "Did you enjoy your little rest, bitch," I yell at you. "You're going to need another one here real 
quick ' but this time it'll be with your back on the canvas." As soon as I get within range, I quickly shoot 
out two straight lefts aimed again at the middle of your face before swinging a wide hooking right hand 
toward your left rib cage, seeing if I can pick up where I left off with the break and finish you off. 
Vivian: Everything I'm seeing right now, especially all of your punches, is turning slowly, almost moving in 
slow motion, and the right hook that you throw is easily being noticed by me. The hook is getting closer 
and closer before I catch your glove, as easy as catching a baseball with a baseball glove. My catch 
surprises you, not thinking I could catch your glove like that, but I'm not done with catching your glove 
only, I'm squeezing it before I clench my left fist under my left glove and say, "Don't...ever call...me 
...a...bitch...anymore!!!!!" I cock back my left glove and shoot a devastating superman punch straight 
onto your nose to shut you up. 
Alia: I'm quickly caught off guard by your right glove basically stopping mine cold, and by you grabbing 
my glove and holding on with your hand. But more than anything else, your quick recovery is a shock as 
your strength seems to have returned instantly ' I can feel your grip through the thin four-ounce glove, 
and before I can jerk my hand away '. WHAM! Your left slams into my nose, the first punch you've hit 
me with in almost two rounds, and stars shoot around my eyes with the unexpected shot and I can feel a 
drop of blood coming from my nose. I blink repeatedly to try to shake off the punch, realizing that we are 
back in a fight, but that doesn't stop me from pushing back forward. 
Quickly I lean to the left and step inside your attempt at another superman punch, and swing my left 
hard up into your still-bruised abs ' pounding again, again, again, again, four straight shots to our body 
to gauge your reaction and try to take control one more time, seeing if my gloves can penetrate your 
formerly-hard stomach muscles just like they did in the last two rounds. But as I pound your body, having 
had things go so easily for me over the last two rounds, I don't cover up and only my bobbing and 
weaving keeps my head from being an easy target. 
Vivian: I'm just standing with my head slumped forward and both of my arms at my sides as I let you 
wear yourself out by throwing more punches to my abs. "THUD!! THUDD!!!! WHOOFF!!" I can feel your 
venom in every single punch, but my bruised and broken abs seem to be turning as hard as steel and take 
every single one of your punches without feeling any kind of pain. "HAHAHAHAHA!!" I laugh wickedly 
with both of my hands on my hips, and suddenly everybody in the arena holds their breath when they 
notice me still able to laugh after taking your brutal beating since the very first round of the match. 
"Is that the hardest punch that you've got???," I yell in your face. "If that is, you should probably go 
home and think about it again like I said to you earlier!!" I cock back my right four-ouncer and shoot a 
jackhammer straight to your nose while you are standing and looking at me without doing anything. 
"Stop looking at me like an idiot!!!," I yell at your face after my right mashes your face, and then I swing 
a powerful left cross right onto your right cheek as a warning that I'm back into the game and ready to 
finish you off soon. 
Alia: I can feel my lefts slamming into your abs, but for some reason my four-ounce gloves aren't digging 
deep into your gut like they did in the last two rounds, even though your stomach is still bruised and red. 
I continue to punch your body and put all my attention to that, and I don't notice for a few seconds that 
you've got your gloves on your hips, standing there and letting me pound away full-force. My hard shots 
should be slamming deep into you and at the least knocking you backwards into the ropes again, just like 
they did earlier when you were my punching bag, but now they're not having the same effect. 
I look up from your abs and see you laughing and yelling at me, and the surprise at your recovery causes 
me to hesitate and not cover up before '. WHAAAAMMM! Your right hand slams directly into the center 
of my face, causing my vision to go completely to white for a second as my head snaps back. When my 
head jerks back forward, your left slams into my cheek, sending saliva flying as my head flies violently to 
the left and my knees buckle just as the "DING, DING" sounds to end the low-blow-extended Round 3. 
Still stunned by both your recovery and your last two shots to my head, I walk backwards toward my 
corner, never taking my eyes off you with a confused look on my face, and I barely realize it when I back 
into my own corner and into the arms of my crew as they quickly sit me on the stool. 
Vivian: "You're going to die, Alia," I yell as I put the thumb of my right glove on my neck and do a throat 
slashing motion facing you, even though my own blood keeps tricking onto my chest and my belly and 
even my bare shaven crotch from my broken face. I laugh wickedly, already forgetting about all of the 
pain and head back to my stool where Sarah and the rest of the crew welcomes me with a strange and 
questioning look, except for Dan ' he just smiles and takes the mouthpiece out of my mouth before he 
gives me something to drink and asks me to spit the remains of the drink and the blood to the bucket. 
The break is really an enjoyment for me as the rest of my body feels so light and numb. I spread my arms 
widely and hang them over the ropes while Sarah is massaging my neck and my shoulders and loosening 
them up, and the others are busy trying to stop the bleeding from my poor broken face, but I just smile 
and stare you down in the opposite corner with a sharp glance and yell, "You're going home in a coffin, 
bitch!!! I'll make sure of that!!" while waiting for the bell to ring again. 
Alia: My corner crew is frantically trying to calm me down, but they are as confused as I am that you're 
apparently fully recovered from the horrific beating I've been giving you. Nobody knows what happened, 
but I'm still yelling, "What the fuck is going on? I've been beating the shit out of her for two solid rounds 
' look at her! She's all bruised up and I've been slicing her up, and she doesn't even feel it!" I look across 
at you and see you smiling and yelling at me insanely, wondering if somehow my beating has made you 
lose your mind. But obviously you haven't lost your physical ability, since your last two punches hurt, 
much to my surprise. 
My trainer pinches my nose together to stop the bleeding and uses the endswell on my cheek. "I don't 
know what's going on," he tries to say to me calmly, "but it doesn't matter. We're still in a fight and 
you've got to focus, keep doing the same things you're doing. You were beating her up the last couple of 
rounds, and you keep doing the same thing you'll beat her up some more. You're the champ ' go out 
and show her that." I nod and try to get my breathing under control, feeling a little more normal when 
the warning buzzer sounds, and I stand and slam my gloves together as I look back at you, ignoring your 
crazy look and talk and ready to pummel you just like I did the last two rounds as the "DING, DING" 
sounds for Round 4. But as I step out, I see you charging wide-eyed across the ring. 
Vivian: My bruised and almost swollen shut eyes, my bleeding nose and the cuts inside of my mouth 
don't even bother me anymore as Dan secretly shot more adrenaline into my body during the break. I can 
feel my body almost like being fully recharged, and even better because of the adrenaline. "Wow, I feel 
so excited, Sarah ... I'm going to nail that bitch for you guys," I say as I smack my gloves aggressively, but 
Sarah stops me for a moment to wipe the blood from the small gash on my right eye socket before she 
whispers to my left ear, "Go beat that bitch for me and take the title back!!" 
"DING!!! DING!!!" The bell rings again shortly and I pound my gloves again as my sharp eyes are locking 
with yours. I start to dance like Ali while Sarah starts to yell, "BOMA YE!!!" which means "Kill him/her" in 
Africa. I keep dancing and bobbing, faking two jabs to your face which completely surprises you as you 
lean your head backwards to avoid my fake jabs. "C'mon ... what you've got??? You ain't nothing to me, 
bitch," I say as I suddenly shoot three quick jabs with my left to your face and follow with a right lead, 
which is more into mocking you instead of hurting you. "And 
by the way, who said that you're the champ if you're fighting this way!!" My lead is probably confusing 
you already and I quickly seize the opportunity by sending two left and right hook combos to your cheeks 
before I finish it with a devastating uppercut deep into your solar plexus. 
Alia: I see you coming hard at me, your face still a mess from the pounding of my gloves, but your 
movement and punches seem to have gotten all their speed and more back. I duck away from two quick 
jabs and hear you yelling, but before I can load up my jab ' "BANG, BANG, BANG" you left pistons into 
my face and causes me to blink hard before your follow-up right flicks across me. Your right lead was 
high, but I duck under and pop a quick combo to your bruised abs to see what effect they will have, my 
gloves digging into your gut a little but I don't cover immediately and ' "BAP ' BAP ' BAP ' BAP," my 
head flies back and forth from your hooks to my cheeks, so quick I had no chance to block them. 
When I raise my hands again, though, your uppercut slams into my plexus, an audible "UUNNNFFFF" 
coming from my mouth as the air shoots out of me and I take two quick steps back. I can hear the crowd 
screaming, seeing the fight starting to turn from me bouncing you around the canvas for two rounds into 
a battle once again. You follow me as I step back and walk into my hard overhand right that slams into 
your bleeding eye socket, quickly following with a fast left-right hook combo just below your rib cage and 
my own uppercut sliding across your chest and under your chin, yelling "Shut up, bitch!!!" as my left 
cracks your chin, thinking this will slow you down again and remind you of your earlier beatings. 
Vivian: "Unggghhhh!!!' My head is snapped to the side and sprays the bloody saliva and the sweat of my 
body to the ringside crowd, but my head returns quickly to its original spot as soon as your punch lands. I 
smile at you and keep standing straight like a "Terminator" robot before your hooks sting my side a little 
bit, but I'm still smiling and letting your powerful uppercut slide across my chest and hit me right on my 
chin. "THWACKK!!!," it sounds as the uppercut bangs home and rocks my head backwards and once 
again sprays the bloody saliva out of my mouth and also my sweat from my wet hair, but my head 
returns to the original position again just like what happened before, and my body doesn't even move an 
inch backwards. 
I stand there with blood all over my face, chest and even my bare crotch ... clenching both of my fists 
under my cruel four-ouncers and say, "My turn." Without any warning, my left glove flies straight into 
your nose and mashes it with a straight punch before my right flies across your left eye as I swing a 
deadly right cross, but I ain't done yet with the Champ and shoot another jackhammer straight onto your 
nose before I stop for a moment and taunt you, "Is this what you call "punishing"??? Chump!!" While 
taunting you I swing a combo of deadly hooks to both of your ribs and dance away again. 
"You think you're great??? You ain't great, sucker!! I'm great and I'm the greatest of all time and 
everybody knows it!!," I yell as I swing another two crosses to both of your eyes before I grab you by the 
waist and push you back to your own corner before I start raining you with my punches mercilessly as 
soon as your back lands on the corner pad. "C'mon, bitch ... you ain't a champ, you're nothing but my 
bitch!," I yell as I bob to the left and right with really fast speed and immediately swing both hooks and 
straights to both sides of your ribs over and over as I'm trying to break every single inch of the sexy body 
of yours. 
Alia: I can feel my punches landing heavily on you and can see the damage that all my earlier punches 
have done to you, your face bleeding and your body a bruised mess ... but since the break between 
rounds my punches seem to have no effect on you at all. Even my big uppercut, which connected solidly 
and sent your head flying up, didn't seem to faze you, and I'm caught completely off guard when you 
continue to smile and cackle in the face of my most recent assault. 
Before I can swing another punch, your left smashes into my face, your right slams into my eye and sends 
my head shaking to the side, and as it snaps back another straight left slams my nose, this one I feel it 
cracking and crunching the cartilage and already blood is running down from it and into my mouth ... I 
hear you scream something about "punishing" over the noise of the crowd which is back at a feverish 
pitch, and as I raise my gloves to cover my broken nose ... "UNNHHHHH!," your hooks slam my ribs from 
the sides, the hardest body punches you've had in the fight, and they cause me to stagger backwards ....  
Your taunts aren't as painful as your punches as you move up and down way too quickly, hammering my 
eyes right after you drilled my body with your hooks before I feel your arms grab around me .... your 
breasts pressed against me for a second before your arms somehow have the strength to almost throw 
me into my corner and against the pad, where I hit hard and instantly feel all your punches coming faster 
than I would have thought possible ... working me over to the body as I try to cover, and the only way I 
can slow down your attack is to lash out and grab you in a tight clinch, pinning your arms to your sides as 
I have the clinch tight around you, feeling your strength as you struggle to break free ... 
Vivian: "Ungggghhh ... ahhhh ... c'mon love, the only thing that you can do is clinch after someone beats 
you like that??? You gotta be ashamed of yourself, and probably you should try to punch me before I kill 
you, love," I whisper sensually right into your left ear as we both are in a tight clinch. My blood keeps 
trickling down onto your shoulder but I smile and feel aroused when my sweaty and battered titties mash 
against yours accidentally and your hot breath, your gasping hot breath on my neck, also helps my 
nipples erect themselves while the love juice inside my crotch is starting to leak before the ref does her 
job and separates us from each other. 
"BOX ON!!!," She says as she allows the match to continue and I loosen both of my arms, moving straight 
forward to your confused self with no defense at all. "C'mon, champ, I'll let you hit me first," I yell as I 
stand with my arms probably as loose as a squid's tentacles, but I get no response from you. "No?? My 
turn, then," I say as I bob to the left again and quickly fake a right straight to your face so you'll raise 
your guard sky high to protect your face and I'll be raining your wide open midsection with hooks, 
straights and even haymakers this time. 
"UNggghh!! Unnggghhh!!," I grunt every time I put my power behind my gloves and launch them onto 
your midsection. Left, right, left, and right hooks are hitting right on both of your ribs without any mercy 
as I'm going to destroy your ribs, followed by another repeating set of rights to your tensed abs and a 
repeating cross over and over on your titties before I start mashing your titties back inside your ribcage 
with straights and give you a taste of what "punishing" should be. 
Alia: I can feel and smell your sensual excitement while in the clinch, and realize that your aroma and my 
body rubbing hard against your taut and strong body has my pussy flowing as well ... heavy between my 
legs despite your big punches, and feeling it even more when the ref separates us ... I see you open and 
daring me to punch you, but figuring it's a trap I don't take the bait and think I'll get some chances soon 
with you starting to get overconfident ... your quick right causes me to raise my guard, and my body 
begins to feel your merciless attack ... I was able to tense this time since all your punches have been low, 
but they still hurt and are slowly forcing the air from me ... 
Before I can tuck my elbows in tight, your crosses start slamming into my tits ... "OOOWWWW .... 
OOOOWWWW," I scream in pain as I am forced back into the ropes once again, your shots so fast 
they're getting through my defenses and mashing my breasts horrifically, the crowd again screaming at 
your vicious attack and I can feel my body beginning to give and my legs becoming wobbly ... I know I 
have to fight back or go down, and finally I am able to block a couple of your tit shots and launch a hard 
left hook at your unprotected jaw, snapping it to the side and directly into my right cross that slams into 
the middle of your face ...  
My two shots slow your attack for a second, giving me the chance for some tit mauling of my own as my 
left crosses over and slams your left tittie and a quick follow-up right cross sweeps into the flesh of your 
right tit ... Your still-hard nipples begin bouncing in rhythm as I start beating a pattern across your body, 
giving you a taste of what I've been feeling, trying to back you up and get back into the bout ... "THUMP 
... THUMP ... THUMP ... THUMP" ... my hard four-ounce gloves digging deep into your solid breasts over 
and over ... 
Vivian: Attacking is the best defense of all time, but I guess that is wrong at this time as you counter me 
with a hook to my jaw which stings more than it bites and doesn't give me too much pain at this state, 
but still sprays blood to the canvas and into the crowd at ringside. I miss the cross by just inches away, 
but my loosened arms can't protect me well as your gloves rake across my titties and open the cut marks 
on both of my titties before letting the dirty pooled blood under my nipples trickle freely onto the canvas. 
I can feel the pain even at this state and my mouth lets out a small scream as the stitched marks a couple 
of millimeters right above my nipples have been opened again by your four-ouncers. 
"BAP!! BAP!! BAP!!," my tits are bouncing while I'm staggering backwards slowly every time you land 
your gloves on my battered and bleeding titties, the pain blinds me for a second, but luckily the 
adrenaline still has its effect inside of me. I'm completely pissed that these lovely titties of mine need 
some stitches again. I cock my right glove backwards and yell at your face, "Don't ever insult my titties 
that way anymore!!!," before my right glove smacks right on your left eye and is followed by quick and 
powerful repeating lefts straight to your face. 
Alia: My shots to your chest finally have you backing up and you're retreating, I can see the pain in your 
face as your tits are running with ugly maroon blood and your body looks like it's been beaten by 
hammers ... I keep moving forward, keeping the pressure on as you stagger backwards, but suddenly you 
stop and shoot an unexpected straight right that pounds into my left eye, stopping me cold and causing 
me to see stars again ... Shaking my head from the surprise punch and with my defenses still down, your 
left pistons into my face several times, still so fast I don't get my guard up in time to block it, and I hear 
your taunting about your tits again as I'm backing up again, trying to get my bearings again as your left 
keeps popping into my face. 
My nose now running a torrent of blood down my lip and running into my mouth as I finally get my 
guard up high, and shoot a straight left-right combo toward your face to try to slow down your attack as 
I keep moving back to get away from your high and hard punching ... 
Vivian: "Oooofff!! unggghhh!!!" Your punch indeed stops me for a second as it snaps my head sideways, 
but after that I move forward again and shoot a straight right to your lips followed by a roundhouse left, 
a hard one to your right cheek as I'm really mean about punishing you and about killing you. Sarah and 
my entire crew are jumping happily and keep yelling at me to finish you soon, but my heart says no and it 
also tells me to play with you a little bit further before I really finish you and call it an end. 
My loose arms are now playing tricks on you, faking some jabs to your face and confusing you 
completely, but I notice that there're so much stamina left inside of you and I have to do something to 
make you lose it all. I let my arms stay loose and at my sides and gesture you to come over to me with 
my right glove as I want to wear you out by letting you punch my numb body. "C'mon, chump, let me see 
what you've got." 
Alia: Your shots to my head have me staggered and I can hear your corner yelling for you to put me 
down, at the same time my corner yelling for me to cover up and that the round's almost over ... but 
instead of powering in at me again I see you standing in front of me, your arms waving at your sides and 
again daring me to hit you ... Even though I know it has to be some kind of trick, I can't afford to pass up 
another chance, and quickly I swing a straight right just below your ribs and into your abs, following with 
a left on the other side and slowly beating your bruised abs in rhythm, swinging as hard as I can and 
feeling my leather pound against your skin ... the "THAP ... THAP ... THAP ... THAP" noise loud in my ears. 
My punches are making you yelp lightly in pain and I have you backing up, but I can't tell if they are 
having that much effect as you absorb all of them, and slowly my arms begin to grow numb and my 
punches lose steam, and I can barely raise my arms to defend as I see the grin on your face as you start 
taunting me again with your back against the ropes. 
Vivian: "What the fuck are you doing???," that's what came out of Sarah's mouth after noticing me 
giving you an opportunity to strike me over and over, but then she realizes that it's just another strategy 
to bring down the hyperhype champ. You drive me back to the ropes with your repeating punishment to 
my ribs and my abs. I grunt every time your punches land, and probably your punches will leave nasty 
huge marks on the rest of my body, but I don't feel them right now and I whisper right into your left ear 
,"Is this what you've got?? C'mon, this ain't punching, my five-year-old niece can even punch harder than 
this." Your punches get harder after the taunting, but I taunt you again. "You know you suck, you can't 
punch," I yell before I continue again, "Alia, you're nothing but a bitch who thinks that she is a champ."  
I keep taunting you until your arms are losing their steam and tire eventually. An evil smile forms on my 
cut-up lips and I quickly seize the opportunity by grabbing your waist and throwing you back into the 
ropes where I was leaning while you punished my midsection. "And now, it's my fucking turn, Alia!!," I 
say shortly and swing two devastating haymakers to each side of you before I bend my body and lash out 
a deadly and devastating cross to your right cheek from the knee level. 
Alia: Even with you against the ropes, my punches still don't do much damage, and eventually I hear you 
taunting me again as my arms get weary and my punches slow noticeably as you smile at me and quickly 
grab me once again, slinging me into the ropes since I'm too tired to resist much... and as my body 
bounces back off the ropes, I run straight into your right hand, a heavy haymaker that buckles my knees, 
and a follow-up haymaker from the left side that slams into me and causes my body to shudder ...  
My defenses are low and my hands are not reacting as quickly as they should, as I see your right cross 
flying up toward my cheek but can't get my glove up to block the punch ... "CRRRRAAKKK," your right 
slams under the side of my jaw, almost lifting me from the canvas and bouncing me hard into the ropes 
as I lose my balance and slip to the canvas on my side, my body and jaw both aching as I'm down for the 
first time since the first round ... and seeing you looming over me. 
Vivian: I stand right in front of you down on the canvas, only inches away from my lower arms. "Ohhh ... 
does that hurt???, because there's more coming for you if you're able to get up ... c'mon, champ, I 
haven't destroyed your face yet!," I yell at the downed Alia and the ref quickly jumps in and separates me 
by pushing my sweaty and bleeding titties. I stare at her with my wide eyes and she looks at me with 
horror and quickly starts the count before I head to the center of the ring instead of the neutral corner, 
and wait for you to get onto your feet again before I'll beat you down again ' but the clapboard really 
takes my hope away as it sounds and signals the last 10 seconds of this round. 
Alia: More tired from your pounding and me punching myself out against your body than dazed, I'm still 
alert and watching the ref start the count, knowing that I can get up at any point, but the clapboard 
sound makes me realize the round is ending and I rise just as the ref reaches "9" ... and before you can 
rush in the "DING, DING" sounds ending Round 4 ... but after the bell, you still walk up and stand right in 
front of me, the two of us in each other's face and our bodies pushing against each other, neither of us 
wanting to give ground ...  
An evil smile flashes across your face as I push back against you, our tits and crotches pressed against 
each other and the ref trying to work her hands and arms in between us to separate us ... While she's 
doing that, I take the heel of my glove and shove it against your chin, pushing you back as I yell, "Get out 
of my face, bitch, before I rip you open even more," slashing my laces across your cheek as I step 
backwards and head to my corner ... 
Vivian: Your laces open another gash on my right cheek, but I just stand there and smile at you, an evil 
smile. "WHO is ripping WHO?? I just ripped your ass, baby, and I intend to rip it more, you lucky bitch," I 
say and head back to my own corner where Kayla jumps on me and welcomes me with a hot kiss on my 
busted lips. I sit on the stool and she keeps kissing me, I can't do anything but reply to her kiss until Sarah 
separates her away from me and begins to check on my facial injuries. 
"Good ... the bleeding is stopped there, but not the bleeding on your titties over here," she says and 
immediately grabs a wet sponge and rubs the blood away before she applies vaseline on the cuts, which I 
think is really silly to apply vaseline on my titties, but it works. At least the bleeding is stopped a little bit 
by the vaseline. Kayla grabs the mouthpiece out of my mouth and gives me something to drink, and the 
cuts inside of my mouth luckily trickle less and less blood, so I drink the blood as well as the water that 
Kayla gave me, and she lightly rubs her hand across my wet pussy for a second before before she 
massages my neck and shoulders, loosening hem and trying to make me relax to the fullest before the 
bell rings again. 
Alia: My corner goes to work immediately on my shattered nose when I hit the stool, cramming vaseline 
in and squeezing it together to stop the bleeding, and working the endswell over my eyes ... more than 
anything else, my trainer pours water over my head to revive me and raises my arms with his, helping me 
bring more air in as I try to recover and recuperate before the bell ... "How is she so fucking strong all of 
a sudden?," I yell at my trainer. "I was pounding her ass, and the next minute she's some kind of 
superwoman" ... "Just relax," he yells back, "she can't keep that kind of pace up for long...eventually 
she'll wear down and you'll be right back where you were two rounds ago" ... I nod and continue to 
breathe as he massages my shoulders to work out the soreness and tiredness ... 
By the warning buzzer I'm feeling a little more normal again, some of the strength is back in my arms 
and I'm off the stool well before the "DING, DING" that begins Round 5, and quickly I step out to mid-ring 
and take a defensive stance, waiting to see how you will come out for the round and thinking I'm more 
prepared this time as I watch you approach, your titties shining under the lights like strobe lights with 
that thick coating of vaseline on them and their shiny movements distracting me ... you see my eyes 
riveted to your chest and you begin bouncing on your toes lightly, making your tittles move up and down 
hypnotically as I focus too much attention on your tits. 
Vivian: The bleeding on my face is almost stopped because of your lack of punching in the previous round 
but Sarah is still trying to wipe the blood off of my face and my body. My body right now is nothing but a 
thick layer of sweat, vaseline on both of my proud titties, major and minor bruises everywhere especially 
my arms, abs and ribs, and also stained blood which was coming from my battered pretty face, but the 
bleeding face is in the past now. I'm completely fresh right now and I'm ready to beat you some more. 
The buzzer sounds and I slowly get up from my stool before the lights shine and light up my titties ' the 
thick layer of the vaseline and bruises are clearly visible, but that doesn't keep me from hopping lightly 
on my toes and starting to dance after the bell rings for the fifth round. No one can believe that I'm still 
as fresh as when the match just started, and no one can believe that I still have this amount of stamina 
to dance, letting my battered titties bounce up and down in the process before I start the round with a 
deadly left haymaker to your right side.  
Alia: I'm focused on watching your body move, still seeing how fresh and energetic you are, and also on 
keeping my guard high to protect my broken nose and eyes that are swelling to the point that it's 
beginning to affect my vision. But I can definitely see you as you bounce on your toes and meet me at 
mid-ring ' and instead of jabbing at my head you aim a heavy left hand into my right side '. "Unhhhh!," 
air shoots from me, not expecting the early and hard body punch, and by instinct I quickly pull my right 
down to my side while swinging my own left hook aimed at your temple, determined to get in some shots 
to slow your attack down. 
I circle slowly to the left, still watching you close, and continue to stick my left at your head ' jab, jab, 
jab, off your gloves, and splitting them once before another hook aims at your chin ' but my guard is still 
held high to protect where the earlier face damage was, and as I pop out my left my body becomes an 
open target. 
Vivian: "Ooooffff!!!" There's a large amount of bloody saliva that flies out of my mouth onto the ringside 
crowds from your hook, but my head quickly returns to its original spot again and look at you with a 
smile while saying, "Is that you call boxing?? I barely felt anything, you cunt." I taunt you and keep 
taunting as the adrenaline's effect is pushing the dizziness away from my head. Indeed, it was a hard 
punch and I could easily be down to the canvas again because of that hard shot, but adrenaline helps me 
keep standing and I can see from your reaction that you know you are in trouble for facing a "super" in 
this title match. I can sense your confidence starting to vanish by the minute. 
You come at me again while circling, clearly hoping that more of your punches will send me down to the 
canvas soon and end the match, but that's not going to happen to me as Dan has probably injected too 
much adrenaline into my body. You open again with a series of quick jabs that breaks my defense and 
knocks my head back and forth like a bobblehead and my nose starts to bleed again, but I smile again at 
you and take a powerful hook that rocks my head to the side and leaves me a little bit dizzy but not 
stunned. 
My vision goes double temporarily but it returns to normal soon, and I notice that your bruised 
midsection is really wide open for me to attack on, so I just strike forward and launch two powerful 
hooks to both of your sides and a right uppercut into your ribs. 
Alia: I can tell that I'm landing some strong shots on you, the kind of punches that leave opponents 
quivering and screaming on the canvas from the pain, and I can feel my lightly-padded gloves slamming 
right where I want them. But your head continues to snap back right in front of me, seemingly ready for 
some more punishment, and the more I see you grinning and taunting me, the more my jabs rock your 
head from side to side and open you for another hook that turns your entire upper body with the force. 
But again, your blood and sweat-covered body pivots back, standing in front of me, your wide-eyed 
expression almost daring me to punch you again. "You must be punch-drunk, bitch, but you can't take 
much more of this," I yell as I start to move in again, planning on forcing you into the ropes, but as I load 
up for another left-right across your bruised and battered face I'm unprepared for your sudden hooks ' 
"UNHHHHH '. AAAGGGGHHHH," your right and left slam into my bruised sides and send pain flying 
through my body as I step back in a hurry, covering up my both with both arms from punches that 
shouldn't be this hard at this point. 
I step back to regroup but you're on top of me, swinging your big right that pounds under my rib cage as 
saliva and air fly from my mouth, your glove digging deep into me as I quickly retreat, curled into a low, 
tight ball and trying to get air back into my body and trying to figure out how you are still able to 
summon that kind of power for your punches as I watch you continue to come right at me, the wide-eyed 
look still on your face ' 
Vivian: "Stop calling me bitch!!!," I yell in your face, "'Cause I'll make you my bitch soon, I'll own you after 
this match is over and I'll fuck you so hard until you cry and beg me to stop, but I won't, I'll keep fucking 
you over and over and scar you for life so every time you sleep ... you'll have a very bad nightmare about 
me!!!" A murderous grin is appearing on my face and I notice that you're getting scared. I keep sticking 
around you, faking a straight left to your face but launching a right straight to your mouth right after the 
fake left. 
It's not over yet and we both know about it, as I bend my body to the lowest point I can and cock back 
my right glove under my right knee before I jump and unleash a devastating right uppercut to your chin. 
The uppercut wasn't meant to knock you down to the canvas, but it was meant to stun you heavily and 
have you cornered in your own corner before I start to punish your abs again with repeating and non-
stop lefts and rights. 
Alia: As I raise my guard to block your faked left, your right slams into my mouth, splitting my lip and 
causing blood to spurt out and my head to again fly to the side, blood flying in that direction ... As I step 
back, I shoot out back-to-back jabs at your face, popping into your gloves, and as I load up a left aimed 
at your temple ... "POOOWWWW!!!", your right uppercut slams under my chin, feeling the entire weight 
of your body behind it as your body goes into the air with the follow-through. My vision goes black for a 
second and I see stars as I feel my body almost flying backwards, my arms flailing out until they make 
contact with the ropes and I feel my back pressed against the corner pad ...  
My head is lolling against the top of the pad and I'm leaning heavily against it as I try to shake the 
cobwebs and regain my balance, quickly pulling my guard up and in tight around my face and temples 
and watching you move in toward me again ... Instinctively, I poke out a left-right aimed at your chin 
before bringing my guard back against me quickly and wiping the blood from my mouth onto my gloves, 
my guard high to protect my head that is still groggy. 
Vivian: Noticing that you're trying to shake the cobwebs is giving me another murderous grin on my face. 
I'm walking straight to you without any defense and standing in front of you. Seeing your guard sky high 
is completely making me laugh and forces me to send three right straights to your abs to make you to 
lose control of your arms. I see your arms drop and cup your abs after I launched the straights, and I just 
keep standing and laughing before I push your head upwards by lifting your chin and whisper something 
into your ear which shocks you, before I cock my right glove back and hit you right on your mouth and 
start to pummel your poor abs with repeating lefts and rights. 
Alia: "UNHHHHH," your straight rights push me back against the corner pad hard, my body racked with 
the pain from the previous bruises and your hard shots as I try to defend and can barely understand your 
taunts when you're whispering in my ear, but your right slams into my mouth again ... and as I raise my 
arms again to defend your arms start pistoning into my abs with repeating shots, my legs starting to turn 
rubbery and unsteady as your gloves pound into me ... knowing I can't take much more of this, I lunge 
out from the pad and wrap my arms around yours, locking them in a tight clinch as I lean heavily against 
you and push you backwards with what strength I have left ...  
My right arm is wrapped around your left with my right glove wedged between us, and as I try to keep 
the clinch I start rubbing my right glove against your shaved pussy, trying some way to distract you and 
get a break from your pounding of my body, and I feel you resisting, trying to tear your left arm loose 
from my clinch and I hear you screaming at me to let you go ...  
I keep holding on and start rubbing harder and faster, the cool leather getting warmer from your hot 
crotch, my glove thumb getting soaked by your juices and I feel your struggles and resistance becoming a 
little less ... the ref shocked by my tactics and not doing anything as my right arm keeps moving faster 
and faster against you and my glove thumb sliding against you hard enough where I can feel a moan 
from you, hoping my pussy rub can wear you down a little. 
Vivian: "What the fuck???!!! Get the hell away from me, you crazy bitch!!," I yell as I shake my body like 
a raging bull when a cowboy rides on top of it, hoping I can free my arms from your anaconda arms 
which are locking my arms really tight. But my body seems to be turning into a piece of rubber when I 
feel a tickle on my crotch because of your leather which is grinding against my crotch. 
The cool blood-stained leather completely makes me unable to resist spilling some juice on it and indeed 
I'm distracted by it for a moment while everybody in the arena is watching you doing that to me. Their 
jaws completely drop and their breath is held inside their lungs until I start to realize that I'm still in the 
middle of a match and not in the middle of a sex fight. "Don't you ever think that I'm forgetting to punch 
you again!!," I yell as another straight to your belly from my free arm brings everybody in the arena back 
to life, but I heard the clapboard already sounding, so I have to beat you even more if I don't want to lose 
an opportunity. I'm a little bit confused about where to attack, so I swing an uppercut right onto your 
crotch and don't care about the warning at all. 
Alia: I can feel my pussy rub having an effect on you ... until you suddenly yell out and slam another 
straight right at my sore abs, causing me to lose my grip on your arms and my right glove to come flying 
out of your pussy, the glove soaked with your juices as i try to bring my guard up high again as the 10-
second warning sounds .... "AAAHHHHH," I scream as your uppercut pounds into my also-wet pussy, 
lifting me off my feet and sending me backwards again, landing on my hands and knees and curling into 
a fetal position as the "DING, DING" sounds ending the fifth round and the ref comes and checks me after 
your low blow ...  
My crew vaults through the ropes and helps me to my feet and to my corner, with the ref giving your 
corner the warning this time and now giving me the extra time to recover, which I need badly ... My 
corner crew jams ice packs against my crotch, my abs, my breasts and across my face as I sit heavily in 
the corner. 
Vivian: I smile inside of me just watching you gasping in pain and I just sit on my own stool at my corner 
while the ref is nagging with her low-blow warning which I completely ignore. I sit down and reject 
everything that my crews offers ' there's only one thing that keeps spinning in my mind and the only 
way to get rid of it is to beat you unmercifully. My girl friend Kayla reaches between my legs and 
continues where you left off, fingering me, but I yell at her, "Stop it! Can't you see I'm in a fight?" Sarah 
offers me water but I reject it also, and she slaps me and yells, "Well ... at least you need some water, 
you stupid bitch!!" Reluctantly, I grab the bottle and pour the water into my mouth myself while waiting 
for the bell to ring. 
Alia: With all the ice all over me, the worst of the pain starts to go away, but I'm still trying to get my 
breathing under control as the minutes toll by and the ref keeps asking me if I'm ready to continue. 
Finally I feel well enough to stand and begin to breathe normally, and my corner crew pours water over 
my head and into my mouth and towels me off, cleaning up the blood and sweat and trying to get me 
revived for the next round ...knowing I'm still not ready to face the strength that you're still showing, but 
also knowing that any other delays would cause the pain to come back. I finally signal to the ref that I'm 
ready, and she calls for the "DING, DING" to start the sixth round and I slowly take a couple of tentative 
steps out of my corner, watching you from between my gloves. 
Vivian: Sweat and dried blood is now cleaned from my body and now I'm ready to finish you for good. I 
rise from my stool without any hesitation and Sarah gives some advice which bounce out of my ears as 
soon as I hear it. I ignore every single bit of advice from her, she telling me to defend myself and then 
attack. It's useless right now, and I strike out of my corner right after the bell rings before Sarah yells, 
"Hey, stupid bitch!!! You forgot your mouthpiece!!," but I just keep moving forward and open the round 
with a deadly right straight to your solar plexus before you are able to get out of your corner. 
Alia: "UGGGGG," your right slams home just under my chest, taking the air out of me in the first few 
seconds of the round as my body moves backwards and I'm again in my own corner ... my guard high as 
you move in, and desperately I shoot left-right uppercuts toward your chin and your mouthpiece-less 
mouth as you move forward, trying to keep you off me but leaving my body open once again. 
Vivian: "Unngghh....ooooffff," your uppercuts bring the first and second grunts from my mouth since the 
last beating that I took in the first and second rounds, but my head like usual returns to its normal spot 
again before my fists repeatedly fly back and forth to your abs and really start wearing you down while I 
whisper, "Well ... at least you fingered me really good in the previous round, I could really use you as my 
bitch ... if you're not dead after I knock you out in this round." 
Alia: My two uppercuts find their mark, but again they don't appear to have much effect on you as I'm 
still unable to do any damage ... but yours are doing plenty, as your red four-ouncers again begin 
hammering into my abs and obliques, my stomach as red as your gloves as you're literally pounding the 
air out of me with your hard shots. My abs are giving way and your gloves are digging in even deeper as 
my arms can't keep your attack from my body ... My gloves are still up high against my face, but my body 
is starting to bend over in pain and I'm almost sitting on the ropes, screaming in pain as your fists piston 
into my abs. 
Vivian: I keep pistoning my gloves over and over to your abs while the crowd jumps to its feet cheering 
my name even louder and louder by the minute, seeing that you're not responding to my pounding. "I'm 
going to fuck you so hard after this!!!," I yell at your face while pistoning my gloves straight to your belly 
back and forth. I notice that both of your legs are turning into rubber and you're starting to slide down to 
the canvas, but I intercept your fall by sending a deadly uppercut that rocks your head back and keeps 
you standing before I thrust my right glove backwards, putting my weight behind it and unleashing it 
straight to your belly as I scream, "DIE!!!!!!!" 
Alia: Your uppercut brings me out of my crouch with a "UNNNGHHH" that pushes me straight up, a 
vertical target pushed hard against the corner pad, before your right glove comes flying forward ... 
"AAAAAGGGHHHH!!!!!" I yell out as your right feels like it goes completely through me, burying deep 
into my gut as I collapse to the canvas on all fours, my head and gloves huddled around your feet as you 
stand over me, my body spasming from the pain inflicted from your fists and blood flowing from my 
mouth and onto your shoes, my internal organs damaged from 
the punch barrage, as I by relfex grab your feet. 
Vivian: Satisfaction is filling inside of me and I can't stop myself from smiling and admiring my 
handiwork, seeing you beaten down. The crowd jumps to its feet, as well as Sarah and Kayla and my 
sister before the ref settles in and tries to count in this loud situation. The ref has to use a mike so 
everybody can hear the count, but tries to push me away first as I yell down at you. "Told ya that you'll 
be my bitch," I taunt you as I notice you puke some blood onto my shoe and are grabbing my feet like a 
hobo begging for food. 
I kick you away from me and head to the neutral corner where I can lean my sweaty back and wait for 
the ref to count you out of this match and declare me as the Champ again. "C'mon, bitch ... get up!! And 
I'll make sure that you'll be pissing blood," I taunt from the corner while watching you struggle to get 
onto your feet again. 
Alia: I can barely hear the ref starting the count, after your boot slams against my face as you back 
away, yelling at me as you move to another corner ... I hear the "3 ... 4 ... 5 ... " count coming and 
somehow wrap my arm around one of the corner ropes, my body wracked but my arms still having what 
little strength I have, and I fight to climb the rope ladder as the count reaches " 7 ... 8 ... 9 ...:" I am still 
hanging on the top rope when the ref looks in and asks if I want to continue, and I gurgle out a "yes" in 
between the blood, both arms still hanging onto the top rope to keep me upright as I see you stalking 
across the ring once again. 
Vivian: Noticing you're still standing completely pisses me off, and I move away from the neutral corner 
as soon as you manage to get onto your feet. This time you're completely defenseless and open for any 
type of attack. "Die!! Die!! Die!!," the crowd's mouths yell as I approach you quickly, but I'm not 
intending to kill you ' I want to punish you more. "I guess my last punches weren't hard enough for you," 
I yell, "so how about this??!!!" I swing another left cross to your temple, a simple but lethal one, good 
enough to knock a fighter to the canvas, and followed by another harder straight right to the same spot 
on your belly. 
Alia: Both my gloves are tight on the ropes just holding me up, so I have no defense as your left to my 
temple slams me into the corner pad again, you now using me like a heavy bag before ...." 
UUUGGGHHHH" your straight right slams into my belly again and my legs buckle, losing my grip on the 
ropes and grabbing you around the waist before I slowly slide down your body, unable to hold myself up 
as I go to my knees again, my arms wrapped around your ass being the only thing stopping me from 
crumpling to the canvas ... 
Vivian: Your face slides down my chest and stops on my crotch, as my entire upper and lower body is 
covered with the blood trail left by your face. I know that you're done already, but not quite done enough 
for me yet 'cause you haven't gone down to the canvas for good, so i grab a fistful of your hair with my 
left glove, yank it backwards and send a cruel straight to your face with my right glove before I unwrap 
your arms and let your pathetic face crumple to the canvas. 
Alia: Your straight right hand to my face dislodging my grip around your ass and causing blood to spurt 
once again as I sag to the canvas, rolling flat on my back as the ref doesn't bother to count, knowing that 
I'm in the middle of the ring and have no chance to get up before the count expires ... In fact, I can make 
out the ref backing off as I see you stepping into my line of vision as I look up into the lights, you standing 
over me and straddling me, yelling something I can't make out in my half-conscious state ... my gloves 
and arms over my head and my feet spread on the canvas, unable to move. 
Vivian: I put my right foot on your chest when I notice the ref doesn't bother to count. "Well, looks like 
we got the loser here," I yell as the ref keeps trying to push me back. I take my foot off your chest and 
look straight at the ref with my broken but not bleeding face and threaten her, "If you ever stop me like 
that again, I'll hunt you down and slit your fucking throat while you're sleeping and let you to gurgle to 
death, bitch." Then I turn my head facing you again before I kneel beside you and lick the blood all over 
from your broken nose and laugh wickedly. 
Everyone in the arena thinks that I must be possessed by an evil spirit or something else for doing that, 
and Kayla looks at me with horror as I make my way back to my own corner and lets Sarah put a shirt 
over my bruised and blood-stained titties. 
Alia: Still too dazed to get up, my corner crew literally takes me by all fours and puts me onto a stretcher, 
carrying me out of the ring and back to the locker room, as I hear the announcer say "THE WINNER, AT 
THE 1:20 MARK OF THE SIXTH ROUND, AND AGAIN WORLD CHAMPION ... VIVIAN "THE VICIOUS" 
SMITH!" 
Vivian: I head to the center of the ring and let the announcer wrap the title belt around my waist before I 
flex both of my arms and give the crowd a look at my battered body and face, hearing them cheer loudly 
until I notice you being carried out by a stretcher. Knowing I'm not finished with you, I leave the ring 
immediately and head to your locker room, surprising everyone by yelling and knocking everyone out of 
the room before I lock it from the inside, leaving just the two of us inside. 
"BANG!!! BANG!!! Open the door!!!," your crew keeps yelling from outside of the locker room, but I 
ignore them and throw the title belt to the floor before I climb onto the table, straddling you between my 
legs and swinging crosses to your face to wake you up. "Wake up, you stupid bitch!!!," I yell as I swing 
another cross, but it seems to have no effect on you, so I get onto my feet on the table and repeatedly 
stomp your crotch with my right foot over and over while yelling, "Wake the fuck up!!!" 
Alia: I remember nothing after vaguely hearing the formal announcement of you winning, passing out 
from the pain ' and the next thing I am cognizant of is being on the training table in the locker room, 
still flat on my back and not knowing if I'm conscious or not, but hearing your screams as you're 
straddling me again -- not knowing if I'm dreaming or if this is actually happening, but knowing I am 
defenseless all over again ... 
The unexpected shots to my face start to bring me around and bring more shooting pains, before I feel 
your boot slamming into my open crotch and I yell "OOOWWWWW!" as my gloves fly down to my 
bruised pussy to cover up from your standing assault from on top of the table ... Your head is almost in 
the lights over the locker room table as I look up at you with woozy eyes, still trying to get my bearings as 
the light makes your sweaty and blood-slicked body gleam in the harsh lights. 
Vivian: "Ohhh, you're finally waking up, huh ... remember what I told you about giving you scars for the 
rest of your life??," I yell as I kneel beside you and whisper into your left ear, "Well ... I mean it!" I get off 
the table and lurk around the locker room, searching for your training bag and easily find it. "Let's see 
what you've got here," I yell as I unzip the zipper, and the first thing that I see brings another murderous 
grin to my face. 
"Ohhh ... what a naughty bitch!!," I squeal as I take out a black panty with a dildo strapped on it. "Who 
did you think you were going to fuck tonight?? Me??? No, I'm going to fuck you, bitch," as I take the 
panty and slip the legs on, the massive dildo dangling between them. The dildo itself is huge, and it can 
do some damage on someone's pussy if it penetrates to the deepest. 
I head back to the table and again kneel over you before I bite the laces off my gloves and take them off. 
"Mark my words, honey, your nightmares are coming," I whisper shortly and suddenly shoot my taped 
right fist over and over to your battered bare crotch before I spread your legs wider and stab the dildo 
into your pussy cruelly. 
Alia: I watch you mount the table and tear your gloves off with your teeth, and your taped right fist 
slamming over and over into my crotch causes me to scream all over again ... but not like the scream as 
you forcibly throw my legs apart with your strong arms and quickly slam the big dildo deep into me .... 
"AAIIIIEEEEE!!!!!!," my screams bounce off the dressing room walls as you plunge into me over and over, 
deeper and deeper, eventually using your strong arms to pin mine down and cruelly fuck me ... the entire 
length of your hard rubber shaft slamming into me as your hips turn into a fuck machine, pounding me 
over and over, the "squish, squish" so loud it almost echoes off the walls. Eventually you stretch out your 
entire body on mine, pinning me down with every inch of you and rolling your hips cruelly into me with 
every thrust and hearing you laugh and taunt me with every pounding as I'm near passing out again 
from the pain in my sore pussy. 
Vivian: Back and forth, back and forth, raping you as the crowd outside the room is turning silent ... 
probably they're trying to hear your moaning, but I don't care and keep thrusting the dildo harder and 
deeper because I know that you are in a world of pain right now and I'm adding to it by biting your right 
nipple while my strong arms are getting a good grip on yours so your chanceof escaping is completely 
small ' and even impossible to escape from me when I'm becoming a sex lunatic. 
Alia: I can feel your powerful arms locking around mine, not giving me a chance to move you or buck you 
off and realizing I have to lie here and take your abuse until you decide to change your area of attack ... 
and a fresh set of pain begins to settle into my tits as I feel you biting my nipples hard, hard enough to 
draw blood since they're already sore and bruised from your earlier assault ... Your legs grape-vining me 
and your arms locking me in and providing a brace as your dildo hammers deeper into me, my body 
helpless to do anything as you have me completely immobilized and at your mercy. 
Vivian: "You see this?!!," I point my finger to the stitch marks on both of my titties, "Stop whining 
because your pain is less than mine, you sissy!!" I continue to bite and then change side and bite your left 
nipple while I'm thrusting the dildo the deepest and hardest I can, giving the squishing noise to the 
outside crowd to be heard while I'm fucking you, seemingly ripping your pussy apart with the dildo. 
Alia: I can feel the blood now running from between my legs as your dildo cruelly rips me open, and my 
left nipple now running blood from our biting ... I'm about to pass out again from the pain when you 
suddenly jerk the blood-soaked dildo out of me, using it to slap my sore tittles and then my face before 
you jerk it off and quickly move up, slamming your wet crotch hard on my face while you grab my head 
and squeeze me between your legs, starting to suffocate me with your pussy as you begin to ride me 
hard while still taunting me. 
Vivian: I grind my pussy hard all over your face and leave a trail of my dried juice on your bloody face. 
The feeling of warm blood on my crotch is completely turning me on, but I remember that I still have too 
much shit on my plate and I have to end this now and get to my private jet soon. I sit and press my 
bloody pussy on your face and yell as I turn around, "Sleep little bitch!! Sleep!" 
Alia: While you're putting me under with your bloody pussy, you quickly turn around, your pussy still 
clamped on my face but you facing down my body now, your knees and legs still pinning my arms and 
keeping me helpless .. With my body open, you use your taped fists and start slamming lefts and rights 
into my already-broken abs, starting a final assault ... and feeling my blood fly up from my throat with 
every fist you pound into my abs and the blood hitting your pussy as it's still clamped over my mouth ...  
The warm blood flying up into your pussy from my beaten body gives you one last surge of energy as 
your hips start bounding on and off the table, cruelly slamming my face at the same time your fists beat 
into my stomach ... harder and faster until you finally leg go an "AAAAAHHHHHH" of your own and you 
violently orgasm all over my now passed-out body, only barely breathing as your orgasm seems to go on 
and on. 
Vivian: I piss my juice as well as your blood back into your mouth before I grind my pussy around your 
face again to clean the juice off my pussy, before getting off the table and grabbing my title belt and not 
bothering to wear any undies as I unlock the door and walk out of the locker room. "Let's go home, 
Kayla," I say as soon as i make my way out of the locker room, leaving you in a pathetic state, dead or 
alive I don't really care. I just keep walking with my crew, heading back to my own locker room to have a 
quick shower and get a little treatment on my battered face before catching my jet for a triumphant ride 
home. 
Alia: I barely realize that my crew is back in the locker room with me, trying to clean me up and loading 
me into an ambulance bound for a local hospital and some recuperation... Only later realizing what 
happened to me in the final rounds of the bout and in the aftermath in the locker room, knowing that 
your strength was too much for me in both areas.