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Sometimes, I'm in the wrong place at the right time. The Women's Underground Boxing League
had decided to have a little tournament to weed out some of the "boxercise" professionals, who
had been cluttering up its memberships ranks.

Many entered and many were sent home with broken dreams and black eyes! But a few real
contenders emerged and surprised the rank and file. So, it was quickly decided to add
another tournament to really excite the membership.

I was in the back going through some entry records, one evening, when I heard the voices of three
of the so called "uppercrust" woman boxers, plotting to sidetrack an up-and-coming boxer,
who had proven she belonged with the best of them.

Candace Linn was a very beautiful woman and whenever we talked, her humbleness always
gave me a wonderful feeling about her and how she handled life. She always worked hard
in the gym and that willingness, to put in the sweat, showed inside the squared circle as well.

"Look! This Linn girl is real trouble! I've seen her and she's tough! She just mopped the floor
with anyone who got in her way! Then she knocked out Patty Wilson in their elimination bout!"
Millie Olson lamented while glancing at her partner.

"I know I can't take her. How about you Deb?" Regina Knowles puzzled.

"You two idiots make me sick! There's a real simple solution to this problem! All we have to
do...is to go get her!" Betty Masters snarled at her two musclebound nitwits.

"All we have to do is go get the "ringer" and whichever one of us, is matched against this Linn
chick has to do, is just get "sick". Then our "ringer" can be substituted in for her! Billie
Goodheart has a cute face but, her fists are made of steel! She's never lost and no one in this
city has ever seen her! It's a no-brainer you two muscleheads!" Betty mused.

I couldn't believe my ears! But, as I turned to sneak out of there undetected, I tripped over
a bucket, just inches before getting to the door!

"What the hell!! Get him girls! And where were YOU going?" Regina questioned me with a
nasty expression, while Millie held my arms behind my back, almost breaking them.

"I'll bet Mr. spy here, was going to rat us out. So..."

My face ached as she slammed her fist into my ribs and jaw, to make me talk. Then Deb
gave me her painful contribution to finish my interrogation. I ended up on the ground covered
in mud.

"If you SAY anything! We'll find you and give you a real reason to fear us! We'll break both
arms and throw in your legs as a bonus! Do I make myself clear?" Millie threatened.

I must have laid outside that building for some time; I couldn't call out because my mouth had
been stuffed with a pair of Millie's panties and booze poured all over my face to make it
appear, I was just a drunk! Plus, my hands had been tied behind my back with an electric cord.

Just my luck, "Sweet" Candy happened by and saw me trust up, lying on the ground.

"Hey! Are you alright...Denny! Is that you?? What the heck happened sweetie?"

I couldn't talk. So, Candace helped me to her car and took me to the emergency room. She
even stayed there with me until I was patched up by the doctor.

"Candy, I have something to tell you but, if the gruesome threesome ever finds out I told on
them, they'll come after both of us!"

Still in some pain, I told her of their wicked scheme to win the tournament plus, stop her
from threatening their standing by having her knocked out the tournament.

"They're going to use a professional boxer, no one knows anything about!"

To my relief, Candace was undaunted and decided to let them hatch their rotten plan, that
way all four of them could be dealt with at once.

Sure enough, Goofy Deb was matched against Candace but suddenly developed "flu" like
symptoms and the "ringer" was inserted to fight Candace in her place.

"Denny, don't worry. I've worked really hard and have no plans to let them scare me."

"Candy, I'm afraid of the ringer they've come up with. No one has seen her, and she might
really hurt you!"

With the ringing of the bell, Candace took a lot of punishment but, she hung in there! I was
in her corner doing whatever I could, to help keep her going. While her trainer, Bridgette,
kept her on her feet!

However, there were instances when poor Candace looked like she was ready
to be knocked out! Thank goodness she had the heart and fortitude to stick it out!

In the later part of the sixth round, things began to change! Goodheart began to tire
and Candace had enough left, to send her to the canvas with some solid punches.
And after Goodheart had gotten back on her feet, Candace forced her in a corner and
just hammered on her like she was a rusty nail.

It was a dream come through watching Candace pummel Goodheart with punches
only the devil could summon!

Uppercuts and hooks to the body, soon had Goodheart gasping for air and running away
trying to hide from my "sweet" candy. Candace's blistering right cross sent her flying
through the ropes, right into the arms of her surprised employers!

At that point, I went and got the officials of the league, told them what had transpired,
and all four women were unceremoniously dealt with.

"Sweet" Candy won the tournament and rewarded me for helping her. I had to admit
my "reward" was quite substantial and I'm still benefitting from it! What a doll!

Photo credit: internet

Description
Sometimes, I'm in the wrong place at the right time. The Women's Underground Boxing League
had decided to have a little tournament to weed out some of the "boxercise" professionals, who
had been cluttering up its memberships ranks.

Many entered and many were sent home with broken dreams and black eyes! But a few real
contenders emerged and surprised the rank and file. So, it was quickly decided to add
another tournament to really excite the membership.

I was in the back going through some entry records, one evening, when I heard the voices of three
of the so called "uppercrust" woman boxers, plotting to sidetrack an up-and-coming boxer,
who had proven she belonged with the best of them.

Candace Linn was a very beautiful woman and whenever we talked, her humbleness always
gave me a wonderful feeling about her and how she handled life. She always worked hard
in the gym and that willingness, to put in the sweat, showed inside the squared circle as well.

"Look! This Linn girl is real trouble! I've seen her and she's tough! She just mopped the floor
with anyone who got in her way! Then she knocked out Patty Wilson in their elimination bout!"
Millie Olson lamented while glancing at her partner.

"I know I can't take her. How about you Deb?" Regina Knowles puzzled.

"You two idiots make me sick! There's a real simple solution to this problem! All we have to
do...is to go get her!" Betty Masters snarled at her two musclebound nitwits.

"All we have to do is go get the "ringer" and whichever one of us, is matched against this Linn
chick has to do, is just get "sick". Then our "ringer" can be substituted in for her! Billie
Goodheart has a cute face but, her fists are made of steel! She's never lost and no one in this
city has ever seen her! It's a no-brainer you two muscleheads!" Betty mused.

I couldn't believe my ears! But, as I turned to sneak out of there undetected, I tripped over
a bucket, just inches before getting to the door!

"What the hell!! Get him girls! And where were YOU going?" Regina questioned me with a
nasty expression, while Millie held my arms behind my back, almost breaking them.

"I'll bet Mr. spy here, was going to rat us out. So..."

My face ached as she slammed her fist into my ribs and jaw, to make me talk. Then Deb
gave me her painful contribution to finish my interrogation. I ended up on the ground covered
in mud.

"If you SAY anything! We'll find you and give you a real reason to fear us! We'll break both
arms and throw in your legs as a bonus! Do I make myself clear?" Millie threatened.

I must have laid outside that building for some time; I couldn't call out because my mouth had
been stuffed with a pair of Millie's panties and booze poured all over my face to make it
appear, I was just a drunk! Plus, my hands had been tied behind my back with an electric cord.

Just my luck, "Sweet" Candy happened by and saw me trust up, lying on the ground.

"Hey! Are you alright...Denny! Is that you?? What the heck happened sweetie?"

I couldn't talk. So, Candace helped me to her car and took me to the emergency room. She
even stayed there with me until I was patched up by the doctor.

"Candy, I have something to tell you but, if the gruesome threesome ever finds out I told on
them, they'll come after both of us!"

Still in some pain, I told her of their wicked scheme to win the tournament plus, stop her
from threatening their standing by having her knocked out the tournament.

"They're going to use a professional boxer, no one knows anything about!"

To my relief, Candace was undaunted and decided to let them hatch their rotten plan, that
way all four of them could be dealt with at once.

Sure enough, Goofy Deb was matched against Candace but suddenly developed "flu" like
symptoms and the "ringer" was inserted to fight Candace in her place.

"Denny, don't worry. I've worked really hard and have no plans to let them scare me."

"Candy, I'm afraid of the ringer they've come up with. No one has seen her, and she might
really hurt you!"

With the ringing of the bell, Candace took a lot of punishment but, she hung in there! I was
in her corner doing whatever I could, to help keep her going. While her trainer, Bridgette,
kept her on her feet!

However, there were instances when poor Candace looked like she was ready
to be knocked out! Thank goodness she had the heart and fortitude to stick it out!

In the later part of the sixth round, things began to change! Goodheart began to tire
and Candace had enough left, to send her to the canvas with some solid punches.
And after Goodheart had gotten back on her feet, Candace forced her in a corner and
just hammered on her like she was a rusty nail.

It was a dream come through watching Candace pummel Goodheart with punches
only the devil could summon!

Uppercuts and hooks to the body, soon had Goodheart gasping for air and running away
trying to hide from my "sweet" candy. Candace's blistering right cross sent her flying
through the ropes, right into the arms of her surprised employers!

At that point, I went and got the officials of the league, told them what had transpired,
and all four women were unceremoniously dealt with.

"Sweet" Candy won the tournament and rewarded me for helping her. I had to admit
my "reward" was quite substantial and I'm still benefitting from it! What a doll!

Photo credit: internet