“Collision”
Late 2004…
Samantha wasn’t very nice to Tasha at the weigh in. For months, Samantha had been offering Tasha money to fight her in a boxing match. This fight would be filmed and Tasha would be paid three thousand dollars. It surprised Tasha that Samantha was willing to pay her that much, but like her friends had told her, Samantha was rich and willing to do what it took to get Tasha in the ring.
It really started as a war of words between the two. Samantha had made some comments about Tasha to her ex-boyfriend, Chris, and he passed them on. See, Chris was interested in Tasha briefly, but remained friends with her after she rejected his advances. This angered Samantha and she began to say things to Chris like, “Tell ‘Trasha’ that she’s nothing but a tease.” Samantha also found out through Chris that Tasha had been in many a bar fight, and despite Samantha’s wealth, she had been in plenty herself. To make a long story short, Samantha laid out a challenge to Tasha for the two of them to box a ten round, three minutes per round fight. At first, Tasha was not interested. Tasha would say, “I would win, but I don’t want to fight her because it’s stupid.” This angered Samantha and she offered more money for the fight. Samantha put up a guaranteed three thousand dollars win or lose, Tasha finally accepted. Tasha often had said that if she lost the fight, that she wouldn’t accept the money, but when the two finally met face to face, Samantha insisted that Tasha take it regardless of the outcome.
Tasha was 5’7” black, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. She had been trying to slim down for this fight, but she admitted that she didn’t train very much. She felt that she couldn’t possibly lose to Samantha because, from what she heard, Samantha was just a rich bisexual bitch with a weak stomach. Tasha glanced friendlily at her opponent as Samantha stepped on the scale. Samantha was absolutely beautiful; exactly the way Chris had described her. She too was 5’7” but with a honey brown skin, naturally long curly red hair and green eyes. Her father was black from Trinidad and her mother was from Honduras. She weighed in a 128 lbs. She flexed her small but defined biceps as she stood there in a black sports bra and shiny black trunks that were pulled up just above her navel. Her honey brown stomach was pretty well defined, but as she breathed in and out, one could see that her navel was an outie.
Tasha next took her robe off. She stood there in a black spandex tank top and black trunks. She still was pretty soft in the middle but her arms were more defined. She tipped the scales at 144, which surprised Samantha. “Wow, she really did try to get in shape,” Samantha thought to herself. Tasha acted timidly at the weigh in while Samantha danced around and mingled with the friends gathered. The two got together for some photos, and Tasha felt as though she saw a glimmer of fear in Samantha’s eyes.
“Good luck tomorrow,” Samantha said, “Don’t hurt me too bad.”
The two shared a smile and a brief laugh. Samantha wasn’t really concerned about winning the fight. She was more concerned about putting on a show. She didn’t change too much about her workout routine for the fight. She did her usual two hours on a stair-master and her usual six hundred crunches. As pretty and defined as her stomach was, for some strange reason, whenever she got hit there, she’d feel winded. And this was bad for her because she often fought with her hands held very high, and those smart girls, who don’t try to pull hair or go for her cocky face, hit her in the stomach and beat her. Oh, don’t get this wrong, she intended to win the fight, she just wanted to make it a show. “No one wants a videotape of a one round fight,” she’d say to herself in training.
Tasha had a different idea. She intended to knock Samantha out as quickly as possible. As she lay in bed, she thought of how she would cut the ring off and beat Sam into submission. She thought of what the rich girl’s groans, grunts, and moans would sound like when she was being pummeled on the ropes. She had no intention of the fight going very long; she was set on teaching Sam a lesson, shaking her hand after the fight, and taking her money. She didn’t think that Samantha had much of a punch or heart and that she would walk through “miss priss.”
That afternoon came quickly as the crowd gathered at Curtis Cunningham’s mansion for the fight. Curtis, almost three years ago, turned one of his great rooms into an arena of sorts with tables and chairs on the floor, elevated seating along the walls and a UFC style cage in the middle. The cage had been taken down and a ring had been constructed in its place for this event. In other sections of the house, guests were making their last minute bets on the fight. Usually, there would be a full card of mixed martial arts action, but that was reserved for Friday events. This was a Saturday matinee. The ref for the fight would be a guy named Carl, who was a law clerk and would not be partial. Tasha was concerned about this because she was on Samantha’s turf. While it was common knowledge that Curtis did not like Samantha all that much, and that Chris and Curtis were good friends, Tasha still felt a little uncomfortable about the situation. Samantha had told Tasha that she could bring as many people as she wanted and that Tasha’s corner men were of Tasha’s choosing. Tasha brought Kentrell, a mutual friend of she and Chris, her best friend Christina, and Mike Stone, her trainer, to be in her corner.
Tasha made her way down to the ring to some generic rap music that made her face smile. She wore the same black spandex tank top and the same black trunks that she wore at the weigh in the day before. “What the hell is that shit they’re playing for me?” she said to Christina. Surprisingly, she was being cheered by the crowd and hit with comments like, “You can do it, girl” and “I got my money on you.” She stepped through the ropes and stood still in her corner. As good of a mood she was in, she knew she had to switch to a hateful one once the bell rang. “You’ll be straight,” Kentrell said, “She’s got no chance.”
Suddenly, “Ambitionz of a Riddah” by 2Pac blared out of the speakers and out danced Samantha, seeming as cocky as ever. She was dancing her way up the ramp and singing along with the song as she waved her arms and smiled. She got in the ring and winked at Tasha, then paraded around grinning. She had on a dark red sports bra and shiny red trunks that were a little below her quarter-sized outie navel. After the introductions, the two fighters made their way to center ring as Carl gave the instructions. Samantha smiled and bounced from side to side in an attempt to get Tasha to show some sort of emotion. But Tasha stood there, stone-faced, and touched gloves with Sam. The two made their way back to their corners and awaited the bell.
Round 1
Samantha came rushing out for round one as Tasha walked out with her hands a little low. Samantha jabbed Tasha’s face with two lefts that sent Tasha’s hands up instantly, a right cross that hit her forearm, and a left to the ribs that made Tasha make a little hissing sound as she backed into the ropes. Samantha dropped both her arms, stuck her head forward and backed up a little as Tasha held her hands up with her back against the ropes. Samantha came in again with a left hook to the head, but Tasha blocked it and attempted to throw a right, but Samantha tied her up. The two jockeyed for position inside as Samantha landed a short left to Tasha’s liver. Tasha guided Samantha onto the ropes with her right hand and landed a short right to Samantha’s side. Samantha smiled and nodded as Tasha backed up and allowed Samantha off the ropes. But as Samantha came off, she fired a lead right that caught Tasha on the bridge of the nose.
“Unnh!” came from Tasha as she closed her eyes and reached up with her gloves. Samantha’s face got serious as she came in and let off two left hooks that hit Tasha in her liver, followed by a third that hit her an inch above the navel. “Ommph!” Tasha was breathing a little heavy as she grabbed Samantha and held her. As Samantha tried to pull herself free, Tasha tripped her and took her down. Samantha got up, but Tasha stayed down a little longer to maximize the delay. Samantha looked smugly at Tasha as Tasha rose and glared angrily back. “Fight,” uttered Carl. Tasha once again stood back and let Samantha come in. Samantha threw a right cross, but Tasha ducked under it and landed a left uppercut to Samantha’s chin. “Oooh!” Samantha groaned as she pulled her head out of the way of a follow up right. Tasha came in quickly as Samantha backed up firing jabs. Samantha quickly found herself on the ropes, but spun off and threw a perfect left hook to the chin and a hard right cross to the temple.
“Oooh” and “Arrgh!” came from Tasha as she quickly locked up Samantha. Tasha was mad, and fired a right into Samantha’s side. “Uhh,” Samantha breathed as she returned a right to Tasha’s side. Tasha grimaced in pain but made no sound. Tasha fired another right to Samantha’s side, but this time, the punch hooked around and got some of her kidney. “AAAHHH!!” screamed Samantha as she pulled out of the clinch. The crowd heard the scream and there was a sudden elevated interest as the fight had apparently taken a turn. Samantha moved back as Tasha hit her with a left to the chest and a right to the navel. “OOOMPH!!” cried Samantha as her weak spot had been hit. Tasha smiled as Samantha moved on the ropes and covered up her face. Tasha began to fire lefts and rights to Samantha’s ribs, and doubled her over with a shot just below her navel. Samantha had tears in her eyes and stayed on the ropes as Tasha attempted an uppercut to the chin, but Sam blocked it. Just as Tasha got ready to fire a left to the ribs, the bell rang. Tasha eyed Samantha with superiority as Samantha weakly looked back, but still nodded as Tasha went back to her corner.
“You got that bitch good,” Christina said as Tasha sat on her stool. Tasha was tired and her right side was hurting, but she had hurt Samantha worse and she knew it.
“Listen up, Tash,” Mike said, “You’ve got to go to her body. You frickin’ hurt her there! Her stomach is weak. If you go there, then she’ll be out.”
He gave her some water as she looked across the ring at Samantha. She could see Samantha’s face even though Sam’s trainer was in front of her. Samantha looked a little weak, but not worn out. Tasha knew that if she didn’t take Samantha out soon, Samantha’s superior conditioning may take over, and Tasha also knew that she could not keep up with Samantha’s speed. This was the first time in her life that Tasha thought about the possibility that she could lose a fight. She rose from her stool and got ready for round 2.
Round 2
Samantha came out slower than she did in round one. She had her hands up and watched Tasha closely as Tasha looked for an opening. Tasha hit Samantha with a left jab to her right breast, which jiggled a little. She followed up with a straight right that was aimed at Sam’s stomach, but Sam turned so it hit her in the left side. Samantha hissed in pain, but did not change her now flatfooted stance. She and Tasha stared at each other before Samantha got nailed in the nose with a straight right hand. “Unnnhhh!!” she cried as her head snapped back and her body wobbled. Tasha felt like she had Samantha right where she wanted her and punched her with a left that landed to the right of Samantha’s navel. “OHHH!! Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh!!” Samantha doubled over again and moved back, her mouth switching from grimace to pant, and her eyes widened as she stared fearfully at Tasha. Tasha easily got inside on Samantha and as Samantha stood up and leaned on Tasha, Tasha landed a vicious right uppercut where Samantha’s chin meets her neck.
“Uhh!!” Samantha’s knees buckled and she tried to throw her arms around Tasha, but Tasha ducked under her and ripped off a left to her navel. “UHHHNNN!!” Samantha had her back to Tasha as she staggered front-first into the ropes. As Sam turned around, Tasha faked a right to her head, and when Samantha brought her arms up, Tasha nailed her again in the navel. “OMMP!!” The punch made Samantha squat, but she jumped back up to receive a hard right cross to her jaw. “Hunh!” she flew back into the ropes, staggered and wobbled, and tried to move to her right. But Tasha landed a left just under Samantha’s navel, and with only a gasp, Samantha went down on all fours.
Samantha was as embarrassed as she was hurt as the ref began his count. As he reached “4,” she looked over at Tasha as Tasha stood in her neutral corner. Samantha knew Tasha would be a tough opponent, but Samantha never anticipated that she would be the one down. She got up at 6 and took the mandatory 8. She was very wobbly, and knew that if this were a sanctioned fight, it would be stopped. But it was time for her to reach deep down and try to survive the round. As Tasha slowly came forward, Samantha pulled her own arms to her chest in a “come on” gesture. Tasha went right at Samantha’s head with a right, but Samantha avoided it and tied Tasha up, pulling her head down, locking her arms up and holding her until the ref broke them up. She had seen tapes of Muhammad Ali doing this during his fights. And she really didn’t care; Tasha had been holding her all fight long until she got an advantage. Samantha kept this tactic up. The final seconds ticked off in round 2, and as the ref broke a clinch, Samantha landed a jab to Tasha’s nose right at the bell.
“You’ve got her out on her feet,” Mike said as he glared at Tasha, “you’ve let her off the hook too much!! You’ve got to go back to her guts! But you let her taunt you and then you start head-hunting!”
Tasha listened bemusedly as Mike continued, but kept her gaze on Samantha. Samantha was looking right back at her, no smiles, and all business. The rapid rising and falling of Samantha’s shoulders told Tasha that she too, was breathing very heavy. But also, her facial expression told Tasha that she too, was angry.
“Get physical with her in there!” yelled Mike. “You haven’t gotten physical with her since the first round. You’ve gotta pound that belly!! Now get in there and do it!!”
Round 3
Samantha and Tasha both came out quickly. Samantha was moving her shoulders and bouncing around somewhat like she was in round 1, and Tasha was firing at Samantha’s torso like she had been doing in round two. Samantha was the first to land with a left to the belly. “Ommph!” Tasha bent a little and Samantha weakly grinned.
“Gotcha there, huh?” she said through her mouthpiece and moved a little to her left. Tasha fired a right at Samantha’s face, but Samantha blocked it with her left, and in the same motion, nailed Tasha’s right eye with a left hook. “Where you at, girl?” Samantha said as she backed up and dropped her hands. She was really hurting, but she was trying to get Tasha to commit to throwing at her head. It didn’t work. Tasha jumped in quickly and landed a left uppercut to the pit of Sam’s stomach.
“UUMMM!!” Samantha almost went down on both knees but wrapped her arms around Tasha. Tasha placed both gloved fists on Samantha’s belly and began to hit her with short punches. Samantha “oof-ed” and “uhh-ed” and “umm-ed” all the way into the ropes, but rolling her shoulder, forced Tasha onto the ropes and landed a right cross that knocked water off Tasha’s head and followed with a left to the navel that had onlookers thinking that Samantha’s red glove had disappeared into Tasha’s doubled-over frame. “OOOOF!!!”
At this point, Samantha knew that she had to let it all hang out. The fight could turn on one punch and delaying for the show’s sake was a risk too high. They were both hurt, and Samantha began to fire punches to both Tasha’s head and body. Tasha covered up and blocked most of the shots, so Samantha began to fire left hooks into Tasha’s belly below the navel and below the trunk line.
“OOOOMPH!!” Tasha was on the verge of going down as Samantha guided her off the ropes and to ring center. Every punch Samantha was throwing was wearing Tasha down, but like she had done before, Samantha stepped back, dropped her gloves, stuck her head out and posed at Tasha.
Tasha glared back at her seemingly cocky opponent. Tasha could barely breathe now and it seemed like Samantha had worn off the effects of the body attacks. Samantha knew this wasn’t true, but she had tricked Tasha into believing this. The truth was that Samantha was very hurt, but playing mind games with Tasha. Samantha fired a left to the stomach that forced a grunt from Tasha, a left hook to the jaw that turned Tasha’s head into a following right cross under Tasha’s left eye, and then a left to the liver. Tasha cried out in pain and covered her right side with her left arm as she moved back on the ropes. Another left to the ribs, right above Tasha’s arm and Tasha put up her hand to the ref.
“What?” said Carl, “You quit?”
“That’s it,” muttered Tasha as she looked painfully at him, “That’s it; I can’t do this.”
Carl waved his hands to signal that the fight was over, and Samantha stood puzzled as Tasha sat on the ring floor. Carl raised Samantha’s arm as the crowd applauded both women’s efforts. Kentrell, Christina, and Mike all got in the ring to see if Tasha was okay. Tasha didn’t say much of anything as she had been beaten. She got up and started to leave.
“Hey,” Samantha said, “Don’t you want your money?”
“You keep it,” Tasha replied
“No,” Samantha said, “you take the money and give me a hug.”
Tasha looked at Samantha, and after some encouragement from her camp, she took the three thousand dollar check and hugged Samantha.
“You had me,” Samantha said, “You were killing my abs. You shouldn’t have quit.”
Tasha heard those words and silently took them as Samantha rubbing it in. she couldn’t do anything; she had lost fair and square, and quit at that. As Tasha and her people left and men rushed in to take down the ring and set back up the cage, Samantha made her way to the bookie’s booth to collect her winnings. She knew she wouldn’t be drinking any alcohol tonight; her stomach wouldn’t be able to take it.
Epilogue
New Orleans… 2011
Tasha (who also was in my more recent story "No Parking On the Dance Floor") sits on a bench at Cutter’s Camp training facility with the 5’8” 145 lb Shakena Sexy with her chocolate smooth brown skin, big beautiful eyes, round face and desirable figure. The two women just finished sparring against each other and smile, looking up at the television screen. The 5’9” 144 lb Samantha is on the screen, standing in a wrestling ring and being booed by the Boston fans, choosing to wear her Miami Dolphins jersey in the home city of the New England Patriots.
Sam- In Philadelphia at OPW No Love, Marie B… I’m gonna sit on your little ass head and make you eat my chowda!! I’m the Queen, Boston… Madison Rayne is my biggest fan wink wink!! Go ahead and boo me, you stupid fucking Beantown bitches!! I don’t have to cheat to win my matches like your sorry ass Patriots and bummy ass Bill Bellichick have to cheat to win their championships!! Fucking girly ass Tom Brady, looking like a Twilight wannabe. Fuck Boston!! And Ben Affleck sucks too!!!
“She’s still got her mouth,” Tasha says, shaking her head from side to side, “But I’d love to close it.”
“I almost did,” Shak says, “But she beat me (Shakena and Samantha had a City of Angels Street Fight at No Mercy a few years ago and Samantha won… Marie B. the Writer did that match and it was great). She’s a lot better than she was back then; I have to give her a lot of credit.”
“Somebody’s got to shut her up,” Tasha says, “Blah, blah, blah like she’s the best fighter in the world. She hasn’t done anything much.”
“Well,” Shak says smiling, “If you want a piece of her, you’ll be waiting in line a long time. Everybody wants a piece of Sam… including me. But we’re 0-2 against her.”
At that moment, the 5’7” 130 lb Misty Storm, with her curly black hair and blue eyes walks up and Tasha and Shak are surprised to see the 5’8” 150 lb Halle Berry looking Allison Payne, in her sparring gear, with her redhead cornrowed and still looking a bit banged up from her war with Rachel Apache, but with a smile on her face.
“Didn’t Cutter tell us not to be watching garbage like her?” Allison says and all four women burst into laughter.
“Ally, are you okay?” Shak says, “We were worried about you.”
“A loss is something new to me,” Allison says sighing, “But I can’t go back and do things differently. Rachel beat me and I have no choice but to live with it, no matter how much it’s dug into my gut. But I’m getting it together because Jasmine will be just as hard.”
“Anybody want to do some grappling drills?” Misty says, “Let’s get some work in and then, I’ll buy everyone dinner and a movie tonight. But I get to pick the movie.”
“Fine Misty,” Tasha says with a smile
“Oh,” Allison says, “I heard what you guys said about being 0-2 against that thing on the screen… and you’re wrong. Misty beat her twice and I beat her twice… so, WE are 4-2 against Samantha. Let’s get some work in. I need to get my body going.”
