The Bout By GeekSeven --------------------------------------------- DOWNLOADED FROM http://www.superwomenmania.com/storybank --------------------------------------------- Marius Donaghue held one of the three competing Heavyweight Boxing Championship belts and his manager was close to getting him a shot at a second. His ambition was to become the undisputed Heavyweight Champion of the world by the end of the year. He was an extremely tall, heavily muscled man of Irish and Scandinavian heritage. His skin was fair and his bright red hair was known around the world. His temper was just as well known around the world. He should have been a rich man, but he spent money on ludicrous things. He was also paying alimony to a wife who had left him because of his violent temper and he had paid half a dozen out-of-court settlements to ex-girlfriends that he had assaulted. Keeping these women out of court was essential, because if people saw the mess he had made of some of them, he would never get another sponsorship deal again. He really thought that it wasn't fair. As he said every time: "It is not my fault that I'm so strong and they're so fragile." All of this added up to the fact that he needed money now and his next professional fight was not scheduled for another month. That was why he was being driven to a remote part of the Nevada desert by his trainer, who had set up a private, unsanctioned, illegal exhibition bout that would net Marius a cool million dollars. The location of the fight was a small private airport, miles from anywhere. Marius had no idea what purpose it served and he did not really care. A few small planes were parked; high-rollers who had flown in to see him demolish some poor schmuck, he imagined. They drove up to a hangar and his trainer gestured for him to get out of the car. "You not coming in with me, Tony?" asked Marius. Tony looked a little nervous. "Not tonight, Marius. No trainers allowed. They have their own people to look after you. I'll pick you up after the fight, OK?" "Sure, whatever." said Marius. He figured the fight would last a minute at the most, so the length of the night depended on how much of a build-up they planned on having. Marius lugged his bag over his shoulder and entered the hangar through a side door. He heard the tires of Tony's car squeal as he made a hasty retreat. When this was over, he would talk to his manager about getting a new trainer. He did not like Tony's attitude. A young woman in a severe pin-striped business suit met him inside the hangar. Her light blonde hair was held back in a tight bun and she wore square black glasses; she was attractive and it looked like she had a nice body under the suit, but Marius did not care. She looked like the kind of girl who read too many books. "Welcome to the Arena, Mr Donaghue. If you will follow me I will take you to your dressing room. The bout will begin in half an hour." "Sounds good," grunted Marius. He would have wanted more time to warm up if this was a real fight, but for a show like this he did not really need it. He took a look over the inside of the hangar. Some of the space was divided into rooms, but most of it was given over to the arena. There was a regulation boxing ring in the center and a horseshoe of raised seats around the ring. The seats were empty. As he followed the woman, appreciating the way her buttocks moved under her tight skirt, he had the feeling that there was something odd about the way she walked. It was almost as if her feet were not quite touching the ground. ***** Half an hour later, every seat was occupied as Marius made his way from his dressing room to the boxing ring; his theme tune blared out from powerful speakers. He held up his hands when he was inside the ring, expecting the usual mixture of cheers and jeers, but the audience made no sound. Because of the way the lights were arranged, he could not clearly see any of the faces in the audience, but it seemed that most of them were women. The referee stood in the center of the ring; it was the same woman who had greeted him at the door, although now she was dressed in tight black shorts and a tight black and white striped top that clung to her torso and showed off her extremely fine shape. Her blonde hair was now loose and long, but she still wore her square glasses. "Welcome to the fight of your life, Marius," she said. His opponent arrived from the opposite direction while the speakers blared out a popular "Girl Power" anthem from a few years back. When his opponent arrived in the ring, Marius was shocked to see that it was an extremely attractive young woman. She was average height, around 5'6", with stunning features and a lithe, muscular body. Her long brown hair was tied back into a ponytail. She wore black silk shorts, a black sports bra that slightly flattened her nicely sized breasts, a pair of white boxing boots and a pair of white boxing gloves that appeared to be brand new. Marius had seen some very skilled female boxers in his time, but the idea of fighting one of them was ridiculous. He was eight inches taller and twice the weight of the slender woman who stared at him with a mixture of boredom and disdain. This was going to be a massacre. The sexy referee brought them together in the center of the ring to go over the rules. "I want a good clean fight. No hitting below the waist. The fight continues until a knockout, no exceptions." OK, thought Marius, if they want to pay me a million dollars to wail on some girl, then so be it. He knew plenty of people who would get their rocks off seeing a beautiful woman being beaten to a pulp and he figured that some of them were in the audience tonight. Marius certainly had no problem hitting a woman. The two boxers circled each other, cautiously. The woman moved with a liquid grace unlike anything Marius had seen before, as if she was a powerful big cat keeping her strength in reserve. He guessed that her strategy would be to try and tire him out; keep dodging while he kept swinging and try to pounce when he began to flag. He decided to show her what he thought of the waiting game. He moved in closer and swung at her clumsily with his right; as he had expected, she dodged easily, but his true attack had been planned with his left, which jabbed low and hit her bare stomach square on. The woman did not move, flinch or otherwise acknowledge the blow. Even through the gloves, pain shot through his hand and up his arm; punching her felt like hitting a steel plate. Luckily there had not been a lot of power in the blow, so he had not damaged his fist, but Marius was shocked. As his mind tried to come to terms with what had happened, the woman's right fist shot out and struck him in the side of his face, next to his eye. It was what he imagined being hit by a steam hammer would feel like. He could tell that she had held back and he did not like to think what it would have been like if she had not. Marius felt a trickle of blood mix with sweat and run down the side of his face from a cut that she had opened. He retreated. He spent the rest of the first round on the defensive as he tried to work out a fight strategy. He use his fists to block a number of powerful blows from his opponent that left his hands sore. He counter-attacked with tentative jabs that she blocked, leaving him even more sore. It was like she was made of steel. One jab did get through to the side of her head, but once again it did more damage to him than it did to her. Where her blow had opened a nasty cut on his face, his blow did not leave a scratch or a bruise on her perfect skin. As the bell rang for the end of the round, his opponent gave him a nasty smile and licked her lips. "I'll be waiting," she gloated. They retreated to their corners. There was no trainer in his corner, so it was up to him to wipe away the blood and sweat from his face with a towel. Marius looked over at the other corner where the woman of steel was standing and glaring at him. She did not need any patching up and he had not seen her sweat once. "This is ridiculous," said Marius, "No million dollars is worth this." He made to leave the ring, but the referee came up behind him, grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. Her grip was incredibly strong and his shoulder throbbed with pain from where she had grabbed it. "I'm sorry, Mr. Donaghue, the match is to be decided by a knockout. No exceptions," she said. As she spoke, steel bars rose out of the floor around the ring, creating an impenetrable barrier. "What the hell is this?" demanded Marius. He looked out around the hangar; the lights had dimmed somewhat so he now had a better view of the audience. They were all women. He recognized some of them: his ex-wife, ex-girlfriends, former one night stands, all of them women that he had slapped, pushed or punched in his life. "Round two!" said the referee. Marius turned to face his opponent, who had eagerly dashed to the center of the ring. He strode towards her, purposefully. If they wanted to see him fight, then he would fight. This had to be a trick and she had to have a weak spot. His opponent approached the second round much more aggressively, forcing Marius to fend off her hammer-blows with his fists. Under the gloves it felt like his hands were approaching the consistency of hamburger. He decided to concentrate on dodging instead of blocking; although he was big, he could be pretty quick when he needed to. It was no use; she was so much quicker than he was that every punch hit its mark no matter how he tried to dodge. She pummeled his face and torso. He felt the skin around his right eye begin to swell and it felt like she had cracked a rib. When she came in for another attack, he made as if he was going to dodge, but at the last second, he instead put everything he had into a pile driver aimed at her breasts. It might not be gentlemanly, but he figured they were probably her softest spot. They may have been softer than the rest of her, but to him they were still as hard as stone. His right fist smashed into her impossibly invulnerable breasts and he felt the bones in his hand shatter. He screamed and almost missed the bell that closed the round. He slumped into his corner, nursing his broken hand. His left was still good for another punch, but he had no idea where to aim it. Her stomach, breasts and face had all proven themselves invulnerable to his best shots. Impossible as it seemed, the woman was many times more powerful than he was. "Round three!" said the referee. Marius dragged himself into the ring like a man being asked to walk to his own execution. His opponent seemed giddy with excitement; jumping up and down as she waited for his approach. Marius made no attempt to defend himself this time; her sharp, vicious punches smashed into the side of his head and sent him sprawling to the ground. He lay there, not moving, waiting for the count. The referee grabbed him under his arms and dragged him to his feet. "I'm sorry, no dives tonight!" She let him go and he managed to stay on his feet just long enough for his opponent to punch him in the chest, breaking another couple of ribs. He vomited and collapsed to the floor of the ring. This time he was not faking it, but there was still no relief. He woke to a sharp pain in his arm; the referee had injected him with something that had snapped him out of unconsciousness. "What the hell?" he asked. "The crowd want to get their money's worth," purred the referee, seductively. The bell rang for the end of the round. Marius was edgy and nervous; he did not know what he had been injected with, but it was some kind of powerful stimulant that was keeping him conscious. In the other corner, his opponent was stretching lazily and arching her back. She really was the most gorgeous creature he had seen his life; if only she was not so deadly. "Round four!" said the referee. Marius stared at the referee with pure malice. He launched himself into the ring and swung at her with his relatively unhurt left fist, which landed between her firm, round breasts. Marius screamed as his left hand shattered against her. The referee was just as invulnerable as the boxer. The referee slapped him away with a casual backhand and sent him flying into the ropes. The female boxer ran over to him and delivered a powerful uppercut that broke his jaw; then she jabbed at the center of his face, crushing his nose. "Please," slurred Marius, finding it hard to form the words with his shattered jaw, "you're killing me." His opponent leaned in close to him and looked straight into his eyes with her perfect green orbs. "It's not my fault that I'm so strong and you're so fragile, is it?" Hearing his own words thrown back at him hit Marius like a punch in the gut. He realized now that this woman intended to kill him. Something animal kicked in and he ran to the other side of the ring. She followed, faster than he could believe and punched him hard in the back; he went down to the ground. The woman stood over him, waiting for him to get to his feet. When he was halfway up, she punched him down to the ground. He tried to rise again and she punched him down again. The bell rang for the end of the round. Marius slowly crawled to his corner and had just reached it when the referee said, "Round five!" He slumped to the ground and did not move. He felt the referee lift him up again, but this time his legs would not support him. The referee wrapped her arms around his chest and held him up while the female boxer threw punch after punch into his helpless body. The referee's grip was stronger than a steel cable and Marius gave up struggling after a while. With each blow, Marius realized that his opponent was holding back less and less than she had before, finally letting him see the true extent of her power. He had thought that her earlier punches had been powerful, but they were nothing compared to what she threw against him now, turning his body into a pulpy mass. He could not slip into unconsciousness; the drug he had been injected with saw to that. As his life drained away, Marius could hear the crowd baying for his blood. Through his puffy eyes he could see the delicate face of his opponent, smiling broadly as her blood-stained gloves struck him again and again. Most of his bones were broken and blood poured out of numerous cuts in his body. His flesh felt like one giant bruise. His opponent drew her right fist back for one final punch. She held it there for a second, letting Marius see her poised for the killing blow. His foggy brain marveled at her beauty and her ruthlessness; part of him was aroused by the power contained in her lithe body. The fist approached his in what seemed like slow motion and connected with the force of an artillery shell. ***** Report by Special Agent Jane McKenzie of the Federal Bureau of Metahuman Affairs. 4/13/2009. The badly beaten body of heavyweight boxer Marius Donaghue was found dumped in the Nevada desert three days ago. The extent of the injuries indicate that he was attacked by one or more individuals with superhuman strength and that the attack lasted some time. This is consistent with the modus operandi of UG3 and also UG7, who are both known to take sadistic pleasure in the protracted beating to death of a victim, and who are believed to target perpetrators of domestic violence.