"Slut! She's' doin' the Great One. I'll punch those fake tits flat," screamed Janet.

Wayne was in Winnipeg drilling when Janet issued her challenge.

"Marla...I have nicer legs than you...tighter abs...better biceps...and my tits are real. I'll kick you ass any day any where...," recited Janet in a slow, low, cold voice.

"Duke Shabui Park, by The Pork Chop Hill shrine. Saturday sunrise. Bring two corners. 6 ounce gloves. And beetch, your full fakey career is over come Saturday," Marla calmly replied.

[pages fly off a calendar...Monday, Tuesday, etcday…]

Janet worked out with Sugar Ray all week. She asked him to work her corner for the her fight with Marla.

Sugar smiled and said, "Sure, If you take me deep."

Janet did. Ray exploded in her mouth with awe. No babe had been able to take him deep.

Saturday at 5AM sharp Janet was up, loosening up. Ray had her work some mitts. They hopped on his Harley and headed to Duke park. Any woman that rides the back of Harley gets a clitty buzz going and Janet was no exception. In fact she was totally irritated she had to get off. And she took it out on Marla.

For three, three minute rounds Janet worked Marla's body with wicked shots; looping right hands mashed into Marla's kidneys, wicked twisting left hooks to her liver, ripping up the gut right uppercuts, straight ram rod rights to the tits, double left hooks to the kidneys and then the tits. At the end of the third round Marla was beginning to freeze with every resounding thud to her body. Sugar saw it.

"Baby, you are money. She's begging for you to knock her out. Throw a looping right low and then leap into a hook and then step in and smash down a right to the side of her head...lights out!" growled Sugar as he rubbed an ice bag on Janet's neck.

Janet starred at Marla like a panther at a lamb.

In Marla's corner, the dykes she hired were mumbling pure sports dreck; "To go the distance you have to be the distance," and "100% is 1% too little."

Marla nodded her head and whimpered, "How do I stop her body shots?"

The Queen dyke replied, "Knock her out."

Marla looked up at her and said, "Oh?"

"TIME!" the ref yelled as Sugar pulled Janet up off her stool and moved it away from the roped off ring area.

He noticed that the sun was about to lift up from behind a glade of low oak trees. Too late.

Janet ran at Marla who stepped forward and then moved to her right almost running. The ladies whirled as Janet slammed a right hand toward Marla who almost jumped out of the way. Just as Marla moved three steps to her right the sun popped over the trees. It lit up Janet's face with a power beam of light. Marla saw her chance. She stepped back in toward Janet, popped a hard straight left jab into Janet's nose and then let fly everything she had in an overhand, tomahawk right...Janet was sun-blind, she walked right into it. SPLATT. The punch hit her flush on the jaw. She stumbled back two steps as her legs jelly-fied. Marla slammed a left hook of her own into Janet's side and then another directly into her the center of her tits. The punch sent Janet flying backwards in slo-mo, arms swimming trying to find the ground.

PLUNKFF.

Her perfect ass skidded onto the grass leaving grass stains on her skin tight golden trunks. Marla snapped a finisher, a low left hook off the side of Janet's head before the ref stopped her. Janet keeled over sideways totally slack-jawed.

Would she get up before a 10 count?

Could she get up at all?

Ray pleaded with her to FIGHT...Janet seemed eerily happy as a smile broke onto her face as she thought of Ray's massive love log...she really had it good, two super-endowed men giving her pleasure night and day...she was getting the best cocks on the planet.

Ray was desperate, he bellowed, "ITS OVER! MARLA GETS MY WILLIE JAY"

Marla looked at Ray with a smile. SURE.

The dykes looked at Ray with a snarl. NEVER.

Janet looked at Marla and leaped to her feet, "Over my dead body."

Marla growled back, "That's right cunt, you will be dead in a 10 seconds."

The ref yelled, "BOX."

Both ladies leaped forward. Marla wound up her right fist and Janet saw it coming. She ducked down and onto her left foot. As Marla's right fist whistled past her right ear, Janet shifted more weight onto her left foot and ripped a hook into Marla's exposed kidney. BLATT. Marla coughed in pain and seemed to freeze. The pain cut through her body like a red hot hammer smashing a pat of ice cold butter. Devastating.

Ray turned his head sideways and looked at Marla. Dam she was in perfect position for another left hook. he sent Janet a mental zinger. FIRE THE HOOK.

Janet didn't need the cue, she planned to double hook and she loaded everything she had into her second left hook. She turned and pulled and leaped pushing off her left foot with her toes dug into the grass.

THA_WACKA!

Her punch twisted Marla's head like she was spring loaded...her mouthpiece flew out as her blond locks were torn lose from their braiding. Marla stood perfectly still for a second as Janet stepped back to admire her punch and load her right fist. Marla was wide open for a coup'd'grace. Janet chuckled to herself that Marla would look so nice with a bent nose. BLAM.

Janet smashed her right into the side of Marla's nose bending the nose at a 20 degree angle, sending her hard into the grass. Blood trickled from Marla's nose. She was punched out cold. The ref counted to 10, the dykes popped an am cap under her nose and woke her as janet and ray revved the Harley and headed out of Duke Shabui Park.

"Hey Ray...how do you like me now?" Janet whispered as she grabbed Ray's johnson from behind.

Ray laughed, "You got grass stains on your butt...but I'm going to kiss it all day long and make it mo-mo-mobetter. Champ!" -fin-