Brenda enjoyed her life these days. She had destroyed every opponent in her way. Whether it be over man or money she finished on top. Now the owner of the most popular gym in the tri state area she enjoyed watching the cleaning lady, Karen, vacuum her office. Karen was a constant reminder of the days before she became the powerful woman she is today. Five years earlier no one could predict this present day picture. Brenda smiled as she stood from her desk and reminisced about her first physical trial.
Six years earlier Brenda's boyfriend, Terry, joined a gym and befriended a muscular speciman of a man named, Mark. Terry discovered a rival gym made a wager with Mark's establishment. The bet was each gym would train a woman for eight months. At the end of eight the women would step into the ring for a no holds barred match. $30,000 was the amount and with the publicity the winning gym was sure to become a huge draw for new members. Mark refused numerous times but Terry pestered him into accepting. Terry would provide the challenger and Mark the training.
Terry belittled and badgered Brenda into becoming a participant. He used words like, fat, frumpy, hag, and sloven, getting her to accept. She cried for days thinking herself a disgusting creature. The first day of the challenge Karen and Brenda met. Terry's abusive language days earlier were as bad as having to face her challenger. Karen stood erect and proud. She was the rival gym's head aerobics instructor and a black belt in Tae Kwon Do. She was proud to stand in her undergarments. She flexed her flat stomach and tone figure. "5'-5", 135 pounds, 36A-21-36 and rock solid," announced Karen shaking her shoulder length black hair off the Asiatic features of her face. She poked Brenda's belly. "Do many sit ups?" Everyone in the room laughed.
Mark rolled his eyes picturing himself handing over $30,000. Brenda looked like she needed a miracle; not a gym.
"Don't worry, Blondie, your beating won't hurt as much as you think" Karen looked Brenda over and laughed. Brenda hung her head and slumped her shoulders.
Mark valued his money, reputation, and future. He wasn't about to give it up. Brenda would be a challenge but he accpeted a bet and would not give everything he worked so hard to achieve up over a fight between two women. Training began the second Karen left the room.
The first few weeks were the most difficult. Brenda never worked out, never dieted and never fought in her life. Fear was her initial inspiraton but after the first month she craved training. Her body began to change. Her attitudes changed. Month two and she already began to show signs of a new sculpture to her body. It was intense work but she persevered. By the end of month three she looked like a different woman. Her stomach was flat and muscles tight. Her fight training made her more confident than ever before. No more getting cut in line or putting up with the hairstyle others dictated her to wear. She added hours to her training and educated herself on all things related to health and fitness. By the end of month four her muscles added bulk and it was time to spar. The first matches were tough but her confidence grew along with an agressive nature. Month six and her body was absorbing all it could to grow stronger and fight harder. By the end of month seven she had broken a woman's jaw and sent every sparring partner flying out of the practice ring.
Mark admired what he helped create during this period of time. He grew to dislike Terry who continued his ridicule of Brenda despite her transformation. Mark disliked the demaining talk but was not above harnessing it to achieving the eight month goal.
Mark looked Brenda over and let her know how proud he was. Eight months is a long time to dedicate and accomplish what she did. Brenda held back tears as she put her hair in a pony tail and donned a red satin robe that hung loose and hid her body from view. She wanted to thank Mark. She wanted to tell him about the girls she shamed at work or at the store. For the first time she went to the beach and noticed stares of admiration by men and fear as well as envy expressed by the girls they had on their arms. Brenda thought that words of appreciation were hollow and action the more potent expression of gratefulness. She would show her feelings in the ring. Her new passion for her new life. It would be a homage to training. She focused and thought of the humiliation she suffered. She figured Karen was even stronger and more ready to fight than when they met. She was ready for a hard bout but her determination remained a barrier to self doubt.
Brenda entered the basement of the rival gym with its boxing style ring. A crowd of about sixty people was present. The place could fit no more. She heard Karen's name announced followed by a roar. It was no mystery Karen was the favorite. Few saw Brenda train and most would not recognize her because the transformation was thorough and without mercy to her old image. Brenda hesitated at the foot of the ring. She looked at the girl shadow boxing in the ring to cheers. She grew angry. Karen looked the same as eight months earlier. Her opponent had such little respect for Brenda she continued training and keeping herself in the shape she enjoyed during their first meeting.
Mark grinned. His thoughts changed from eight months earlier from having to pay off a huge sum of money and loss of a great reputation to counting amounts beyond $30,000. He encouraged Brenda to go for a quick knock out so they could collect and leave.
Brenda stared into Marks's eyes. "You'll see what I can do in a minute. You can tell me if I should have gone for a quick knock out after that."
Karen shouted down to Brenda. "C'mon, let's give 'em a show." The crowd's cheers and jeers grew in waves at Karen's urging. "C'mon! Wanna back out? C'mon, Baby, time to take your medicine."
Brenda let Karen continue a while longer then climbed into the ring. A friend helped her remove the red satin robe as if unveiling a great work of art. The crowd went mute. Brenda flexed her 5' 8", 180 pound frame. Her black spandex shorts and white sports bra looked painted on her massive form. She heaved her enormous chest that never shrunk in cup size as it grew in girth. Brenda flexed her big right arm and admired her swelling bicep.
Karen's eyes grew as Brenda's arm flexed. Her jaw dropped open. She tried to utter words of disbelief but could muster a peep as if mimicking a newborn chick.
"Bitch," Brenda announced, "the only cash you're gonna collect is insurance money."
The bell rang. Brenda slammed her fists into Karens's midsction with bone crushing force. The black haired girl's body looked as if it was made of rubber when Brenda's fists made contact. Spit shot out of the Asian girl's mouth with each blow. She tried to protect her sides but her forearms could not handle the abuse. Brenda workeded Karen into a corner refusing to give the girl enough room to fall. Left and right punches cracked ribs. Brenda hooked Karen's arms over the top rope keeping her opponent erect as she pounded her rival's chest. The crowd was berserck. Brenda treated Karen's tits like tiny punching bags. "Think you looked flat chested before, Bitch?" growled Brenda. "How about now?" Brenda wound up a huge right and slammed her fist square into Karend's left breast smashing it concave to her rib cage. A loud crack filled the room as the Asian's ribs broke. Karen's eyes bulged as her upper portions absorbed the hit. "Oh yeh!" shouted Brenda. The muscular blond wound up with her left arm. Karen shrieked as her right breast collapsed under the blow. She felt as if her nipple would break through her shoulder blade. The Asian girl's body slumped. A string of saliva extended from her mouth to the matt as she sobbed. Brenda danced back on the toes of her feet. This felt more like a workout to her than a fight. She surveyed the damage. Karen's midsection was a massive welt. Her body remained upright by virtue of the upper ropes. "Want more?" asked Brenda.
Karen shook her head.
"I wasn't asking you. I was asking them." Karen pointed to either side of her. the crowd roared a simoultaneous, "Yes!"
"C'mon, Bitch, bet was until a knockout."
Brenda grabbed Karen by the back of her neck and flung her into the middle of the ring. Karen fell on all fours and began coughing blood. It was painfull to breath. She never felt so weak. She could barely get out words to beg for the beating to stop. She was no match for the buxom blond and she hoped for her gym to throw in the towel but at $30,000 for a loss a towel was not coming to her aid.
Brenda looked down on the coughing girl. The Asian's back was definined but scrawny compared to her own. She figured her own massive tits aided in creating the back she had today that her opponent would never need. She reached down and gripped the front of Karen's bra forcing her to stand. Karen's hands made a weak attempt to break Brenda's grip. Brenda held tight with her left fist then cocked bak her right arm and flexed. The crowd went into hysterics. The massive blond threw the perfect punch square into the Asian's face. The follow through was devastating as blood exploded in every direction. Brenda held position after the follow through then stepped back and flexed her left arm holding Karen's torn bra in her fist as she posed.
Karen shot backward. Her arms flailed and legs stiffened straight. She landed on her back and the loud slam of her body filled the room. The backward momentum was so great she slid to the edge of the ring, laid out straight and topless. Blood shot from her mouth like a geyser. Her face burned and throbbed. She could not see but the cheering crowd accompanied by a high pitch whistling sound in her ears was clear. Her body rolled from side to side. Every inch of her ached as she groaned. As her vision grew to a blur she came to the realizeation that she was still conscious. She wanted to scream for mercy but could only manage groans. She spit out three teeth but felt like she lost more. She rolled about the mat in pain.
Brenda expressed mixed emotions. Disappointed to see her knock out punch failed to accomplish its goal but thrilled that the fight would last longer. She remembered her humiliation when Karen compared their bodies the first day of the challenge. Brenda would give the crowd a comparison this final day. Brenda allowed her foe to become more lucid. Once again she showed the crowd her strength by hoisting her opponent upright. "Face me, Bitch!"
Fear kept Karen from collapsing. She stood staring at her superior opponent glistening with healthy sweat. She swayed but her foe's muscular arm kept her steady. She felt her ego collapse at the contrast in bodies.
Brenda exclaimed, "How's that puny body of your's compare to me now Bitch? Remember when we met? I think you were so proud of that pathetic, 5'-5", 134 pound bag of bone. Look at your pitiful body, Bitch. How's is that 36A chest looking now?" Brenda heaved her massive form. "5'-8", 180 pounds of muscle. Bet you never thought you'd be facing a 45DDD-28-38 woman right now." Brenda took off her own top. Her huge breasts defied gravity. Her enourmous nipples stood erect and proud. "Kiss 'em, Bitch." She felt the Asian's lips latch one huge nipple like an infant ready to suckle and then the next. Rage grew in the blond. This pathetic challenger had the audacity to dishonor their fight by being so inferior. The powerful, busty blond, spit in her opponent's face as a sign of disgust then cried, "Bitch!". She slammed Karen's face between her massive mammaries with one hand. Brenda's free arm cocked back and landed mighty uppercuts into the hidden face of her oppenent. The crowd counted the punches. Karen's body shuttered with every punch. the count stopped at thirteen. Brenda pulled back on her foe's head. Karen's face was a pulp of blood. Destroyed nose, busted lips and a toothelss grimace was testament to the beating dealt. Brenda kept her unconscious challenger erect. One mighty uppercut sent Karen flying out of the ring, into the hospital, and out of her career in fitness.
It would be the start of a celestial career for Brenda: Fame, fortune, happiness. Her boryfriend Terry would know humiliation at the hand of Mark later that evening and the two would become an item. The blond hired Karen at a pathetic salary to clean her office. It was a daily reminder of what would be the end of one career and the missile like launch of another.
Brenda shook out her hair standing in front of the bent over Karen. The blond was clad in a bikini top and thong. "Time for another photo shoot. Quite a difference from when we first met, eh?"
Karen nodded her head.
"Don't miss that spot in the corner and do me a favor and rack the plates I used bench pressing today. Try not to hurt yourself."
End - for now.
