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Old 23-Jul-19, 05:57
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"Hello!? Hello?, Testing, is this thing on?," said 23-year-old reporter Samantha Jenkins. She might as well have screamed the phrase as she watched the sound technicians throw their headphones and clasp their ears to stop the awful ringing.

"Sorry! Sorry! I..didn't..mean..too," She stammered as the television crew shook their heads. After an awkward smile and some stares from the crew, she began talking to herself trying to give herself some confidence. "Relax...," She muttered under her breath, "You got this, Relax!". This was her first real reporting gig for a television channel.

She had been hoarding a dress for such an occasion for a long time. It was a sleeveless, golden evening dress with a deep plunge neckline and was backless. It had a slit to the right side, allowing Samantha to show off her incredibly defined legs. They were muscular and toned. Her arms were toned too, with subtle valleys of muscle defined along its entire structure. Her curvy waistline hugged the dress and the pecks of her rock hard six pack abs presented hints of their shape underneath.

Her ass was firm and formed an incredibly shapely and enticing silhouette while her chest was modest but firm. Her short black hair showed off her Pixie haircut and was gelled and intentionally a little crumpled. Her face was sharp and defined, with a strong jawline and a beautiful nose. Her cheeks formed dimples as she smiled from nervousness, while her green eyes rapidly shut and close as she muttered to herself. She had strangely opted to pair her dress with a flat Texas style boot in black but she made it work. Her dusky skin glowed under the harsh stadium lights.

Samantha had been the pride of her high school, leading the cheer-leading squad to many great victories. The long hours at the gym required for the tough routines had hardened her body but did not rob it of the curvy, sensual figure that most women die for.

Today was a different day, it was the first of her new job as a reporter for the local news channels. She was a freelancer, working with a small crew to get footage fast and sell it to as many channels as possible. Her cameraman Jimmy was still missing and El Diablo's interview was almost ready to start. She had hounded his Pr's for an exclusive interview for days and manged to get a 10 minute slot just before his match started.

They were at the AirArena Coliseum, a large sports-field that had been converted today for a special wrestling match between two titans. Large posters of two large, muscled men hung at the entrance of the site. El Diablo vs Pure Loco, it read in large fonts that seem to engulf the entrance. Samantha was a huge fan of the Los Tres Amigos federation, a local company run by three men who owned a suite of projects designed to promote local ideas, one of them was The Max Wrestling League, a no-holds barred, anything goes battle between opponents in a full-sized, hard-matted wrestling ring.

Diablo and Loco were the old guns, people who had fought their way to the top to get here. Which was surprising considering that Diablo was one of the three co-founders of the league.

Today marked the 20th time they would meet in the ring for a championship battle, with the overall tally skewed in favor of Diablo 15 -5. Samantha's fascination with Amigos started with her admiration of "Iron-Machine" Diablo.

She was starting to get pissed off at Jimmy, her freelance cameraman who still hadn't showed up. She paced back and forth nervously muttering to herself till she saw a small man scurrying between the huge crowd, running towards her.

She smiled with relief "Where the fuck were you, dude?," She sighed, "Do you see the size of this place? I got lost searching for this gate. The people aren't any help either, miserable mongrels!," Jimmy said while unpacking his equipment. Jimmy was a short guy at about 5 feet and wore a plain white t-shirt, with purple jeans.

He had placed a cap upside down on his head and chewed on toothpick. His bearded visage and long shoulder length hair made him look older than he was and he looked every bit as homeless as he actually was. "Well how do i look?," He quipped.

"Seriously!?," She asked with a rock like electric eyebrow.

They both were startled when they heard footsteps approaching towards them. There he was, a 6 foot tall walking tank made of black muscle and strength. His face was always covered by a Luca mask, which had a giant scorpion sketched across it. His outfit left little to the imagination, consisting of a barely there trunk and purple boots with matching knee and elbow pads.

El-Diablo introduced himself with a polite "Hello" and shook hands with Samantha. The interview started and Diablo could see how starstruck Samantha was. They both had a breezy five minute discussion on the upcoming match and after the interview was over, she had him sign an autograph in her notepad.

Jimmy uploaded the footage to the servers and queried various news channels. Soon, interest started pouring in from all over. "We got a live one, fish from all over the sea want a bite out of this," He said, happy.
"Dude, has anyone ever told you, you look sadistic when you're happy?," She asked playfully. "Has anyone ever told you that you look like dumb bimbo when you are starstruck, you might as well have been sucking the great Diablo's cock!," He retorted

"Jimmy.." she said stretching out the 'y' to an annoying pitch "That hurt! But anyway we are going to get big bucks for this one, quick UP TOP!!," She said throwing up her arm and the two of them high-fived.

"Now, quick let's get inside, I don't want the good seats taken. You did get the tickets, right?," She asked with a raised eyebrow. "Relax, will ya? I got them right here and guess what?, we have ticket seats printed on, so no one is stealing our place in the box. Now let me go have a ciggy and come," said Jimmy, indicating his desire to smoke.

"Come on Man! The match starts in 20 mins," She retorted with an unheard exclamation. "These things never start on time. Come on it will take five mins tops," He said making a giant puppy face. "Fine!!..Let's go, please tell me you have one spare," She said.

Jimmy took out a cigarette and offered it to her, "Mademoiselle!," he said suavely as he offered her the cigarette. She laughed at his appalling french pronunciation.

After a small ciggy break, they made their way inside the large arena. The coliseum housed capacities of 5000 people and it seemed like somehow this event had pulled more than 10000. Samantha and Jimmy snuggled their way into their box seats, just in time for the national anthem. The mayor was also there, paying his respects.

There was a ring dressed up in the trademark Los Tres Amigos red, yellow and blue colors, positioned right underneath the giant dome in the center. The ring, as advertised, was hard-padded with tough wood that will hurt when you fall on it. The ring-posts were made of toughened steel and the turnbuckles wound so tight that it created a hindrance as well.

This wasn't going to be a easy match for El Diablo, he was coming off a recent loosing streak, 5 matches in a row. Pure Loco hadn't done something impressive in his long career but he had the pleasure of being the hardcore champion, so these anything-go matches were right up his alley.

The two fighters entered the ring and the crowd erupted when the referee came out to the center to begin the match. He made the opponents shake hands, quick searched them and announced the start with a hand wave smack in the middle of the two fighters. They rushed each other and locked in a strength and then there was darkness.

Someone had powered down the light system of the arena resulting in a blackout. Suddenly, there came voices from the ring, the sound of two fighters being attacked. Without warning there erupted a fire on the right side of the arena. Huge flames engulfed the stands as the crowd began to flee.

Samantha and Jimmy were trapped in this stampede, they hid beneath their chairs. Thankfully, the chairs held strong and did not give in to the madness. They came out and saw the entire right of the arena on fire.

"We gotta move, Jimmy! Go, go, now run!," Samantha screamed as she saw a huge section of the dome about to collapse on their heads. They ran as fast they could, Samantha saw the huge section break off and start to fall, they were still midway from safety.

Putting her endurance to the extreme test, she began to run faster. She caught up to Jimmy and pushed him to the left, Jimmy landed near a vent and crawled inside. He saw Samantha running hard, the dome was almost on top of her when she jumped to the right.

He couldn't see anything after that, the section hit the ground with a huge roar and crushed everything in it's path. Jimmy felt the side of the vent start to cave in and knew he had to move. The debris was crushing the steel. His only chance was to get to the other side of the vent and he began crawling fast towards the exit and made it to the other side just in the nick of time, as the whole wall collapsed behind him.

He didn't know what to do, did he see Samantha getting crushed? No! I saw her Jump to the right, I have to circle back to her location. He tried the door of the room he was in, it was jammed. Using every ounce of his strength, he kicked it open.

He found himself outside the venue and the view from the street looked even more horrifying, Half of the arena had burned and collapsed in on itself, with half of the Dome caved in. Jimmy quickly made a mental map of where he needed to be, by guessing the best path. It took him three hours to get back to where the cave in was.

There he found her, Samantha was sitting on the base of the central pillar. She was smoking a cigarette and threw up her arms when she saw him. "What the fuck took you so long?," She yelled at him. "If you're so good, why are you stuck here?," Jimmy retorted.

"Touche!," She yelled back "Now get me the fuck outta here!".

A few hours later, they found themselves outside the arena. "Aw Man!, Look at this!," She said pointing to her dress. "It's all ruined!". There were several holes in the dress, the flow-y left side had been torn off and the backless went all the way to the tip of her butt.

"This was a $50 loan, now they are going to make me pay the whole amount," She pointed at the torn nature of the dress. "$50 loan?," laughed Jimmy "You are cheap as fuck!," He said playfully. She smiled sarcastically before uttering a hushed "Shut Up!".

They made their way out of the arena and towards Jimmy's van where they saw a red light flashing on its dashboard. The radio was getting a signal. Jimmy rushed to the radio system and tuned into the frequency of the signal's origin. Taking a deep breath, he began to talk "You tried to get in touch with us? We are listening, if you are hearing this then respond, Over!," He said in a hushed voice. He repeated the phrase for what seemed like an hour, as the two of them had their eyes glued on the signal meter.

It was then Jimmy noticed the dirt on Samantha's skin. It was everywhere, leaving its glittery, grayish trail on her body. Some of it found her way onto her cheeks and her beautiful pixie haircut was completely undone and frizzled. Her dress had seen damage beyond repair, it was in tatters, offering glimpses and peaks at her sexy body underneath. He stared at her, forgetting to repeat the phrase.

"Jimmy..Jimmy..JIMMY!," She screamed as he snapped out of his daze. "Where you at, man? You were gone for like..20 mins," She said. "I am sorry..it's just...that you look so hot right now....," He said as he saw her giving him stern looks. He hung his head in shame and quietly led his hands toward the radio system.

She laughed out loud in a way that startled him. "I like the way you think!!," She said biting her lips, her beautiful dimples enhancing her smile.

"Can anybody read me? Hello? Over," Said a firm, deep voice from the other side. "EL DIABLO!!," screamed Samantha like a little girl, startling Jimmy. "Yes!! YES!! They can hear us!!," said another voice in a strange accent. "Oh..Pure Loco..you survived...too," She said stammering a bit, unsure of how to feel about the news "Great!" She said in a dry tone before Diablo came back on to the talkie. The four of them talked for a few minutes and Diablo and Loco told them about the Purple Haze gang.

Samantha knew who they were, Diablo's greatest rivals, an 8 man gang of mean men with skins blacker than coal. The 8 of them wore a different colored face mask, with the orange one determining the leader. His name was Malik and he was a 10 foot tall freak of nature. His body was endowed with huge muscle from head to toe.

The gang had taken control of the arena, burning the right side of the coliseum off and taking the mayor hostage. Diablo and Loco were stuck somewhere near the now ruined ring, fighting off attackers as best they could. They needed reinforcements.

"Well, Jimmy boy! Looks like we are going with a new plan," She said.

They sneaked past a patrol on the way, made up of degenerates working for a quick buck. After about an hour of sneaking, they reached the center and found the destroyed ring. It lie broken in half from the center, a clean split between its two sides. Some of the debris was still on fire and emanated heat as they sneaked past it.

They found Diablo, Loco and the Mayor locked in an iron cage by the side of the ring. Samantha recognized it immediately, it was where Diablo had beaten down his most revered opponent, The Red Menace by using the cage against him, by forcefully locking himself with him and beating him down using the steel to his advantage.

"I expected the police but you guys are okay i guess," said Diablo as Samantha and Jimmy looked for a way to open the cage. "You can't open it from here, it's no use," said the Mayor. He was a old man, pushing 75 but wise and had served in the military for 25 years.

His suit had been ruined a little but he was still doing his best to keep it looking as fresh as he could. He pulled and tugged everywhere till he was satisfied. He was bald and had white eyebrows and wrinkles, the tell tale signs of someone way past his prime.

He still remained a good leader though and was a planner par excellence. His thinking had been what kept them alive before they were captured. "The outer gate of the cage was damaged in the attack and it can now be only triggered by a button on the other side of the room, right where Malik is. The only hope is if someone manages to travel there and activate it.," He said dejected.

"I can go!," said Samantha "Are you sure?," said the Mayor with noticeable concern on his face.

"Yeah...errrr....yeah i can go!," She said unsure of what she was saying for a second. "You will have to fight through 7 tough men, get to where Malik is, take him out and then get back here," the Mayor said with a slight glint of hope in his eye.

"Duh..I figured," said Samantha cockily. She looked at Jimmy and smiled. They exchanged eye contact and he understood what she was saying immediately, he pulled her close and kissed her, passionately and ran towards his camera.

Samantha found some higher ground and looked out the front. There they were, 7 tough, hard men patrolling the area. "Here goes nothing," She thought as she jumped down below. She positioned herself drab in the center of the area and yelled "HEY ASSHOLES!!," at the top of her voice.

She heard the sounds of 7 mean rushing to her position like a stampede as she took her fight stance. They were almost upon her.

The first attack she faced was a flying kick aimed at her face, she avoided it by instinctively sitting down and watched the attack sail over head. It collided with a fellow gang member, taking them both out of commission as they crumpled on the floor. From her sitting position she blocked two punches that came from left and right, inches away from her face.

However, She couldn't do much about the two kicks that collided with her back. "Ugh!," she grunted like a tennis player as she arched her upper body backwards from the impact, her chest heaving high. She ate a brutal chop across her breasts and collapsed back-first onto the concrete. Soon she felt 7 men stomping her everywhere while she was down. She felt a kick connect right with her nose, bloodying it. Another one connected on her right cheek, cutting open the right side of her lip, drawing a small a trail of blood. Two more attacks connected on her hard abs but she particularly remembered the one that detonated on both her breasts at the same time.

Tired, the men backed away for a breather, to appreciate their handiwork. Her dress was now completely torn off, the only remnants of cloth being a tiny piece of the golden gown in between her breasts. Her body was black and blue, bruised from the rough beating but she was still not out, she heaved heavily on the floor, drawing large gulps of air.

One of them picked her up and put her up on his shoulder and walked towards the locker rooms while the others followed.

After what seemed like an eternity, she came to and found herself bound in a small room, her hands stretched above her head, tied from the ceiling. She glanced down at her now nude body.

By the time Jimmy had sneaked her way to her, her body had completely healed and good as new. "What the fuck took you so long?," She said in a hushed voice. "What? You try navigating this place!," He said annoyed. She beamed a huge smile toward him, her cute dimples in full view. He made his way in through the window and cut her loose.

"Did you get footage?," She asked biting the side of her lip. "All right here!," said Jimmy pointing at the camera "The entire fight!," He said in excitement.

"Well, now be a good boy and go hide somewhere and get more footage," She said pointing to the vent system. He smiled and did as he was told.

Outside, the 7 men were busy patrolling when they noticed a loud bang from the steel door to Samantha's room. It grew louder and louder, annoying them into sending one man to see what the fuss was about. He opened the door and felt a punch connect on his cheek so hard that it knocked some teeth out of his mouth.

Seeing their comrade fall down, two of them rushed her position. She avoided the kick aimed at her face by snapping her head sideways but couldn't stop a punch from connecting with her belly. It doubled her over but she still managed to avoid an elbow to her back by rolling away.

While rolling, she punched one of them in his balls so hard that she felt them collapse beneath her fist. He hit the ground hard. The remaining man felt a knee connect under his chin that sprang him upward, Samantha followed up by winding up her legs and kicking him in the chest. She watched as he flew away in the darkness of her holding cell. She threw the other two in there as well and closed the door. 3 down and 4 to go. She carefully climbed to higher ground, above a patrolling gang member.

She jumped down on him at exactly the right time. Crunching his back with the full impact of her feet from a height. He hit the dirt and she followed up by jumping up in the air and delivering an elbow to his back. He arched his head upward and screamed, before he felt his forehead smashed against the concrete, knocking him out cold.

She grabbed his limp body and tossed it over her shoulders, throwing him in one dark corner. Hearing him scream, two more men rushed her position. One of them was greeted with a violent kick under his chin, knocking him out instantly. The other man tackled her successfully from her left, pinning her against a ruined wall. He began punching her stomach hard in lightning fast strikes that were as swift as they were deadly.

She blocked one of the punches and responded with one of her known to his nose, breaking it instantly. She grabbed him and smashed his forehead against the wall, knocking him out too.

1 to go. She found him up ahead, standing unaware with his back turned toward her. "Oi, Asshole!," She shouted as he looked back to stare in shock. "Ready for round two?," She asked mockingly as he ran towards her. He ran at her head first, aiming for her abs. She jumped up at the last minute and watched his head collide against the wall, knocking himself out.

She laughed out loud, "I guess not!," She said. She took to higher ground again and found the control center below her. She stood among the debris, with one of her feet elevated on a piece of stone, Her right hand resting on that leg's knee. Her other hand, clutched the side of her waist from the left and the soft haze of the fires raging below her, threw orange light on her beautiful nude body.

She jumped down and ran towards her destination, there was only man left to take care off, Malik.

She opened the door to the command center and watched in horror as Malik sat there, tied up to a chair. His mouth had been gagged by a cotton ball. She removed his gag and heard him cough loud while breathing heavily. "The...Mayor..!!," He said coughing "Your friends..go now!!".

Samantha's body went cold with shock and her eyes opened wide. "DON'T WASTE TIME!! GO SAVE YOUR FRIENDS!! GO!!," Malik shouted and watched as Samantha broke into a sprint.

She covered ground so fast that she converted a two hour long run into one and reached back at the cage, panting and puffing, bending down to catch her breath. While she was bent, she felt sharp steel blades scratch across her back, cutting into her skin and leaving four claw marks made one on top of the other, in a straight line, made as if it were the work of a wild animal's paws. She quickly rolled forward and heard the swish of a second attack missing its target. She turned around to find no one there before feeling another blade attack on her back, this time slashing it vertically. She arched her back in pain and her assailant used the moment to slash at her stomach, drawing a mild cut and some minor bleeding.

She felt the next attack cut across her right cheek, leaving two large symmetrical cuts. Next, a kick collided with her face knocking her ass down to the ground. On her back, she finally got a good look at her attacker. It was the Mayor.

He jumped up and wanted to slash her face again but Samantha used her bare hands to block the blades, while he was still in the air. She grabbed the blades and held onto them as he violently jerked his body forward. She pulled back on the blades and watched the Mayor fly into a wall nearby, reducing it into a puff of dust and debris. Samantha broke the blades in her hands, rendering them unusable and followed the Mayor into the dust cloud.

The Mayor was using the dust to her advantage, striking her with a fast attack before disappearing back into it. She ate a punch to her face that cut open her lip, inducing a minute trail of blood. A kick found it's way towards her stomach, bending her over. She felt an elbow collide on her back, reducing her to one knee. The Mayor appeared for a split second again and rammed his forehead into her nose, bloodying it a little. Next, he appeared from her left for a quick jab at her rib and then followed it up by another stomach punch. He was amazed that she was still on knee and decided it was time to change that.

He appeared behind her and rammed a violent knee into her crotch. He watched as she went down on both her knees. She was balancing herself with one hand and with the other massaging her private parts. He saw her bent over, on her hands and knees. He laughed and proceeded to rain of barrage of violent punches to her crotch, grabbing and squeezing it once in a while, for flavor. She bore the attack for several minutes more and when he was finally done, she was laid out across the floor, trying hard to get up. She had barely got up to one knee, balancing herself with one hand on the ground when she felt a savage knee on her chin, snapping her head back.

The next attack he tried was a flying kick to her cheek and was surprised when she avoided it at the last minute. He flew forward and landed on the ground hard.

He sprang up and looked around, now it was her turn to hide in the dust. Without warning, he felt Samantha's fist knock everyone of his teeth out. She followed up with a kick to his chest, breaking one his ribs. She picked him up and threw him on the ground hard, leaving crater marks where his body met on impact. She pulled him and proceeded to destroy his balls, punching them black and blue. After a while, Samantha sent the Mayor's body out of the dust and next to the cage. She searched his limp body and found the code to the door lock.

Diablo and Loco ran towards her and hugged her. "Magnifico, young girl! You did it!," Screamed Diablo as he lifted her on top of her shoulders and paraded her around, embarrassing her.

The police arrived after what seemed like an eternity and took the Mayor away, Jimmy had the entire episode on tape. Diablo and Loco also gave their statements on what happened.

Malik also gave the police his side of the story, explaining to them that the Mayor had locked up the Purple Haze in another location and used impostors to malign their name. He locked Malik up in a room near the dome but thankfully that section of the dome didn't collapse and he was spared. No one was quite sure why The Mayor did it though and The Police promised a thorough investigation.

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Darkmagician Thank you so much! Glad you enjoyed the story, I hope to have the next part done soon
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"SAMA...NTHAAAAA!"

The scream traced its way through the office cubicles and reached the far corner of the room, where young Samantha Jenkins was busy staring at a computer. She wore a red halter top with white borders that finished just above her six-pack mid-riff. She peaked her over her monitor, her lovely green eyes surveyed the office space for the origin of the yell, it was Jones, the head of programming.

"JENKINNNNNNS!"

He screamed again, as Samantha broke into a sprint wearing her white Jordan's along the narrow passage way surrounded by rows of small desks and cubicles bustling with people packed like sardines. Her muscular, toned legs tensed as she picked up the pace, she wore mini denim shorts that accentuated the shape of her curvy waistline and firm, round ass.

"SAMANTHA, GET YOUR ASS IN MY OFFICE NOW!"

"What did I do now?," Samantha muttered to herself as she fixed her black, pixie-cut hair and stormed into the room.

"Samantha! What have I told you about knocking?"

"Right...sorry!" She closed the door and went out again. Taking a deep breath as her modest bosoms heaved in rhythm to her breathing, she fixed her arm bracelet and patted herself down. She turned around and knocked on the door.

"May I come in Mr. Jones?" Samantha peeked her body over the half-open door, flashing her best smile and her cute dimples.

"Yes come in Jenkins," said Elijah Jones in a cold, matter of fact tone. He sat on his leather clad chair, dressed immaculately and groomed just as fine, enough to take some years off his 45-year old face. His dyed red-hair was combed to the T, as was his big mustache. He was surprisingly fit for a man of his age, with broad shoulders and a puffed chest. He wore an perfectly ironed white formal shirt paired with black trousers and dark brown leather shoes.

Samantha stood there awkwardly as Jones opened the drawer on his desk and pulled out something.

"What is this?" He said calmly as threw a tape on his desk, "Yoga with Lemurs" read the text on the tape sleeve.

"Ummm...Yoga with Lemurs?" Samantha said wincing in anticipation of an outburst.

"I can read Ms. Jenkins!" Jones said irritated, "And don't pretend you don't know what I mean"

"Mr.Jones, it was a slow news day..." Samantha attempted an explanation but she knew whatever she was going to say at this point wasn't going to work.

"Slow news day, eh? So you thought you would go film yourself with monkeys during a Yoga session?"

"Lemurs...They are..." Samantha attempted an explanation.

"I know what Lemurs are Ms. Jenkins..." Jones stood up and walked towards her.

"What I want to know is..." Jones now hovered over her face, his tall frame dwarfing her.

"Who in the name of all that is holy..." Samantha saw Jones' face turning red with anger.

"APPROVED THIS BULLSHIT!" He screamed.

Samantha could feel stray strands of spit collide with her face as she winced and cowered.

"Did you run this by Tony?"

Samantha nodded in the affirmative before changing her mind halfway though and motioning sideways instead.

"What...What is that..Is that a yes?" Jones said annoyed.

Samantha nodded 'Yes' again before changing it midway to 'No' one more time.

"WORDS WOMAN! YES OR NO?"

Samantha wiped off the excess spit from her face.

"No" She said in a meek voice, her face hung in shame.

"GET OUTTA SIGHT MY JENKINS! AND YOU RUN ALL YOUR STORIES BY ME FROM NOW ON! AM I CLEAR?"

Samantha nodded 'Yes' and 'No' at the same time.

"FOR FUCKS SAKE JENKINS! WORDS! YES OR NO?"

"Yes sir..Mr. Jones Sir!" Samantha said throwing out a military salute.

"NOW GET OUT!"

Samantha stepped out of the room, wiping her face down with a handkerchief. She saw Tony peering up from his cubicle, looking at Samantha with his puppy blue eyes. His short 5 foot something frame ran towards her. His wild black Afro hair bobbed to match his rhythm along with his fat paunch, he wore small black shorts and a grey vest.

"Was it about the monkeys?" He asked her with a worried look on his small round face.

"Lemurs...they are...oh for fucks sake!" Samantha slapped her forehead.

"Yes, he asked about the monkeys and NO I did not tell him you approved it!"

Tony hugged Samantha and she felt his hairy body prick all over lovely skin. She pulled out of the hug as quickly as she could.

"You owe me..." She said as she walked away before stopping and turning around.

"Where's Jimmy?" inquired Samantha as Tony shrugged and walked away.

"Look Vito...maybe we can work something...out?" Jimmy gulped as the large man walked toward him.

Vito "The Muscle" Bowman was the local loan shark and all 6 feet 11 inches of him walked towards him. They were in a narrow alley and Jimmy felt the brick walls on either side of him close in. Vito's large boots puffed dust as they pointed toward him, his large chest puffed and flexed with muscle, his large biceps coiling waiting to pounce on the small man before him.

He wore faded blue denims and a leather belt encrusted with a skull in the middle, similar to his large bald head.

"Work something out...?" He bellowed in a deep, menacing voice before he tried to grab Jimmy by the throat.

Little Jimmy scampered back just out of reach and ran deeper into the alley. Vito laughed and walked toward him.

"Fuck!...Fuck!!...FUCKKKK!!!" cried Jimmy as he hit a dead end.

He could hear Vito's large boots behind him thumping for his blood.

"Look...Vito...I...am...sorry! I will pay you back I promise!"

Vito laughed at his proposition and picked him up by the throat, slamming his back to the wall.

"Ackkk!" he cried as his back hit the wall.

Vito pulled his fist back aiming it at Jimmy's small tiny head.

"Oh Shit!" He cried as the fist came hurtling towards him.

"Aiutami Gesù! Fuck...fuck...fucckkkk!"

Jimmy closed his eyes hoping it would numb the pain but instead he felt nothing.

Surprised he pried open eye first, then sprang open the other in surprise. He saw Vito's face tearing up, his teeth clenched as he cried out in pain and collapsed on his knees , holding his aching manhood, releasing the choke hold. Then Jimmy looked up and saw her there.

"Samantha!" He cried. She was standing there with her feet in between Vito's legs, having sent it fiercely between his legs.

"Oh hey stud!" She smiled "You can't keep away from trouble can you?"

Samantha helped him up to his feet as Jimmy hugged her.

"Oh thank you...thank you...thank you!" He cried as he planted kissed on her cheek.

Samantha laughed at his child like goofiness. Suddenly she could see his eyes go pale white in terror and watched as he scampered back to the wall.

"He's behind me, isn't he?" Jimmy nodded and then yelled "WATCH OUT!"

But it was too late.

The tip of Vito's boot was already close it's destination.

It was now Samantha's turn to tear up and fall to her knees, Vito's boot now stuck between her legs.

"Fuck me...that hurts!" She cried as throbbing pain shot up between her legs.

"Two can play at the that game bitch!" Vito bellowed as he grabbed a handful of her short black hair and pulled Samantha up to her feet.

"Watch the hair...you fucking ape!"

Vito turned her around and slammed a fist into her mid-section.

"On second thought...the hair was fine..!" Samantha said as she coughed and bent over.

Vito followed up with a hard elbow to her shapely back, that instantly floored her face first on the dirt.

"Awwww...ouch...Ungh!" She winced in pain as Vito enjoyed stomping her back with a smile.

Vito laughed at the sight of Samantha sprawled out on the floor, he picked her by grabbing the back of her top and short jeans and lifted Samantha up over his head in a Military Press.

"Time to take out the trash!" Vito growled and threw her into a nearby wall.

Samantha's body hit the wall sideways and slowly slid down onto the trash cans below. "Ufff!" She cried as Vito slammed two trash lids on either side of her head and stuffed her inside one and closed the lid.

"Now where were we?" He turned around to see Jimmy cowering in one corner and moved towards him, rubbing his hands against each other.

"Hey big guy!"

"What..." Vito turned around to see Samantha standing there, a stray banana peel still lodged in her head "is that smell?" He completed his sentence, as his hand instinctively shot up to his nose. Jimmy followed suit.

"Really!? Is it that bad?" Samantha smelled herself and almost puked right on the spot.

Her reflex was caught short with a harsh punch to her nose that sent her staggering back. Vito ran towards her and followed up with a kick aimed at her head. She ducked it gracefully and with great athleticism kneed Vito in the chest, sending him coughing back into a wall.

She followed up with a punch to his head but Vito caught it at the last minute.

"Uh-oh!" Samantha exclaimed before Vito growled and punched her twice in the face, her head tilting left and right.

He pushed her back to the wall and tried to press his advantage but instead ate a stiff elbow to his nose for his trouble. Samantha jumped up and caught him with a spinning kick to the side of the head that floored him to the ground. He dropped like a sack of potatoes and lay there puffing up dust, breathing hard. Samantha tried to stomp him in the back but Vito flipped around and caught her leg. He threw her by her ankle sideways into the wall, her cheek meeting the hard brick wall flush.

He kipped up and kneed her in the back, "Damn!" She grunted as she fell to her knees. Vito laughed and sent a knee hurtling toward the left side of her face but Samantha caught it and pushed him back to the wall. Vito stumbled back and before he could regain his balance ate a hard punch to his abs.

"Awwww....Gwooook!" He cried as he almost threw up from the force of the punch.

"That's...a...fucking...good...punch!" he said coughing.

"Why thank you! But I am sure you will like this better!"

Samantha kicked him in the shins and as he fell to his knees, punched him square in the nose.

Vito crashed back into the wall as the back of his head hit the bricks hard. He lay there holding his nose.

"So what do you think?" Samantha smiled, her hands on her hips.

"NOT...a....fan!" He mumbled in pain before catching her with a hard fist to her stomach, bending her over.

He got up and aimed an elbow at her back, instead Samantha quickly transitioned into a handstand and locked both of her legs around his head, locking them in a head scissors.

Vito felt the blood drain from his head as his eyes closed, he felt the darkness coming for him as he fell to one knee first, then the second. His arms went limp by his side as he fought to maintain consciousness.

"That's right big boy! Time for a little nap!" Samantha groaned as she poured on the pressure.

Suddenly, Vito's arms coiled around her legs once again and he got back up to one knee, then the other before lifting Samantha's body clean off the ground with the head scissor still locked in.

"Uh-oh!" said Samantha as Vito positioned himself in the center of the passageway, with two walls on either side of him.

Samantha winced and covered her head as Vito swung her body to the right. The side of her head collided with the bricks as she weakened her hold a little but she still held on. Vito swung again, this time to the left as Samantha's head made contact with the hard bricks almost knocking her out cold but it was enough to loosen the hold. As he felt her legs slowly letting go, Vito grabbed them and instead bought Samantha to a sitting position on his shoulders, primed for a power bomb.

"Going somewhere sweetie?" He growled menacingly as Samantha's eyes grew wide in terror.

She felt her back collide hard against the floor, knocking the wind out of her. She arched her back upwards, her arms bent at the elbows and her palms making a fist as she let out a cry of pain, only to be dulled with a hard stomp to her stomach that had her coughing and breathing hard.

"Uffff!! Not...bad...for...a...loan shark!" She grunted as Vito towered above her, smiling.

He picked her up by her hair and brought her to her feet, laughing as she swung wild blows, unsteady on her feet.

"Thought I was done, did you?" Vito growled as punched her hard on the cheeks springing her head right.

Vito grabbed her hair and stood her straight. He bought up a fist and kissed it.

"Right! Time to..." Vito set the fist on its path toward her chin but was shocked when it was caught at the last second.

"End this?" She said "I agree"

Kicking him hard in the stomach and maneuvering his bent over body between her legs. She picked him up. His legs pointed toward the sky and his head stared at the ground below before he felt the top of his head smash against the ground. Vito's body balanced itself on his head for a few seconds before it tilted over and he lay on the ground, eyes closed and passed out.

Samantha staggered back against the wall, winded and burnt out, as Jimmy rushed toward her.

"I am fine..I'm fine!" She said as Jimmy draped one of her shoulders over his and slowly walked out of the alleyway. They stopped cold in their tracks when they saw Vito's body moving.

"We are so fucked!" Samantha laughed as Jimmy looked at her in fear.

Vito got up and moved toward them.

"This is it Jimmy! It was nice knowing you!"

Vito's came face to face with Samantha as she looked at him with no fear, they stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before Vito shot his hand up and both of them closed their eyes, hoping to avert some of the oncoming pain. Except, it never came! Samantha slowly opened her eyes to see Vito's hand held out for a handshake.

The two of them shook hands as Vito spoke "Che Lotta! The best I have had in ages! Anything you need...you call Vito!" He looked at Jimmy at one more time.

"Bastardo fortunato" He said looking at Jimmy before he turned around and disappeared into the alleyway.

"I am pretty sure he called me a bastard!" He said looking at Samantha still draped over his arms.

"Yes Jimmy, he did!" She said smiling as they followed him out.

"Did Jones yell at you about the monkeys?"

"Lemurs...they are...oh for fucks sake!"
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The flames from their torches danced in the cool breeze and lit up the cave in its ominous glow as scores of men stood silent. With torches in one hand and primal, wooden spears in the other, they stood straight, their black bodies bathed in the afterglow of the moonlight coming from the entrance of the cave. They stood opposite to each other, in a perfectly straight line to welcome their queen.

"Issa...Issa...Issa"

The chants began as their queen emerged from the entrance, the loyal men slamming the base of their spears to the ground in rhythm with the chants.

"alle hael koningin Issa" cried the man standing by her throne as the men descended to one knee to show their respect.

Issa walked through the entrance wearing nothing but snake styled gold curls around her biceps and matching anklets, her nude muscled body oiled and glistening in the glow of the torches. Her long black hair trailed across the length of her back, swaying in rhythm with her shapely hips, strutting with flamboyant elegance. She walked with her back dead straight, one foot in front of the other in long, smooth strides. Her light ebony skin glowing in the light of the torches.

She walked till the base of the stairs leading up to her throne and turned around. Her piercing, green eyes gazed across the room fixing each of the men with a cold gaze. All of slowly got up of their knees and resumed formation. Issa studied the men wearing wolf masks on their head and lion cloth across their waists. She cast her gaze upon the room until Issa found the one she was looking for. There in the formation, one of them stood out, his legs twitching with nervousness, he breathed hard as his hands shook.

"Shoshone," she spoke in a calm, elegant voice. "Come forward and meet your queen"

Shoshone moved out of the formation and took nervous, long strides toward his queen. His hands shook as he saw her, his trembling legs fumbling their way toward Issa.

Issa smiled as they stood face to face and held out her arm. Shoshone trembled with fear and fell to his knees instead, as if asking for forgiveness.

Issa's smile slowly faded away as she snapped her hand back and turned around, walking up the steps to her throne. Two men bowed as she took her seat on the concrete cathedra. She looked toward Shoshone with disgust and then turned her head toward the two men beside her and smiled. They bowed down and made their way down to Shoshone and took of his mask, revealing his pale, white eyes. They teared up as he saw the two men raise their spears.

"Nee! Nee!" He pleaded as his cries echoed through the cave and then...nothing!

Samantha Jenkins sighed as she looked at the small man before her. His large spectacles rested on his fat, flabby, freckled cheeks and moved up and down as he spoke in his annoying, nasally voice.

"A limited edithion el diablo figurine in mint condithion," He beamed as Samantha suddenly tuned back in. His tongue appeared and disappeared between braces laden teeth and his overbearing lisp bored into her skull.

"Told you not to piss off Jones" Jimmy whispered ribbing her playfully.

"Me? It was your idea to go shooting with monkeys!"

"You mean Lemurs?"

"Oh shut up!" Samantha said not realizing that the tone of her voice had increased a decibel or two.

"What!?" said the man behind the counter in surprise.

"Oh...nothing, Mr. Caldwell! Please continue"

Caldwell adjusted his spectacles and stared at her for a while before continuing with a dissapproving nod.

"Ath i wath thaying before i wath tho rudely interrupted" Caldwell looked at Samantha who wanted a dig a ditch in the sand and bury her head in it.

"Thith limited edithion figurine wath almotht thtolen from me latht night"

"Wait a minute, hold up! Last night?" Samantha ears finally perked up at something she thought she could finally use.

"Yup! but i thcared them off!" Caldwell beamed adjusting his spectacles.

"Uh-huh...err...how exactly did you scare them off?" Samantha's eyebrows were raised in disbelief.

"Well there were two of em, dreththed like thome tribal cothplayer'th or thomething," Caldwell's short, stubby hands motioned to show Samantha how tall and wide the men were. He motioned at his equally stubby, short feet to tell her that he kicked one in the head and punched the other. Caldwell secretly hoped she would buy it but it was clear from the cold, unintrested gaze from her beautiful green eyes that she wasn't falling for it.

"Geez! you believe this guy?," She whispered to Jimmy.

Jimmy had tuned the world out and instead stared at Samantha's luscious, beautiful body. Her sleeveless, white crop top finished just below her firm, modest breasts and showed off her toned biceps and six-pack abs perfectly. Her slender, muscled legs were a sight to behold and her feet were encased in pure white Jordan's. Her shapely waistline and hips hugged the short jeans that she wore.

"Jimmy! Yo, earth-to-Jimmy!" She whispered softly as his eyes slowly adjusted their focus on her divine face. Samantha's short pixie-cut jet black hair was a perfect contrast to her dusky skin and her cute dimples came into his view as she snapped him out of his daze with a hard poke to his ribs.

"Awwww!," Jimmy cried as Caldwell looked at them both disapprovingly.

"Okay, that'th it!...you two, outta my store now!" Caldwell yelled as he shoved them both out of the entrance.

"Mr. Caldwell, wait..." Caldwell shut the door on Samantha's face before she could complete the sentence.

"Geez! What was with that guy? C'mon Jimmy let's get outta here"

"So ancient tribal cosplayer's huh? You buy that crap?" Jimmy shrugged as Samantha peered through her notes on a little notepad.

"I don't know Jimmy, I mean I have seen weirder things"

"So let me get this straight! There are two cosplayer's running around who want a mint-condition El Diablo figurine?"

"Actually Jimmy.." Samantha said as she peered at the open road before them "there maybe more"

Jimmy looked down the street to see a line of chopper bikes approach the shop. They rode in formation, with five bikes on either side flaking two in the middle. The men wore primal loin cloths and wolf masks. On their backs were wooden spears and the two bikes in the center had a wooden throne, balanced precariously on the shoulders of the two riders.

On the throne sat Issa, now wearing a tiny loin cloth around her waist and an equally tiny tiger stripped cloth bra that did barely anything to hide her ample bosoms. She sat with her legs crisscrossed over each other and her arms outstretched over the length of the throne.

"Uh...Jimmy" Samantha said as she watched the little man stare is disbelief at the scene unfolding before him.

Draping her transfixed partner on her shoulders, Samantha ran to hide inside their blue pickup as the bikes veered next to the shop. Issa got down from her throne and glanced at the blue pickup where Samantha and Jimmy hid. She smiled devilishly and pressed one finger against her lips in a seductive 'Shhh' before entering the shop.

After a while, she came out holding the figurine, her green eyes gazing appetizingly at her prize. She sent two men back into the store before riding out with her posse again.

"So now there are ancient tribal cosplayers who have a queen and ride on bikes?"

Samantha told Jimmy to shut up as she watched the two men go back into the store brandishing their spears.

"We have to go back in there" Samantha said as she opened the door of the pickup.

"Are you crazy? Do you see the size of these guys" Jimmy's eyes went wide in shock.

"What do you suggest? We sit here and wait till they kill him?" Samantha jumped out of the pickup and ran toward the store.

"Samantha..Saman...fuck..." Jimmy jumped out and followed close behind "What am I getting myself into?"

Both of them raced to the glass door of the entrance and saw Caldwell's small body dangling in one of the men's hands. The other lifted up his spear and aimed at his heart.

"Shit...shit...shit! What do we do Sam? Sam?" Jimmy looked back at her only to realize that she had stood up and almost opened the door. "SHIT!"

The door opened with a jolt as the two men looked back at the woman standing before them.

"Oh hey there! I've heard this is the place to visit if you are looking for rare collectibles? Pretty neat huh?"

The two men looked at her in awkward silence, Samantha studied the two of them carefully. Both at least 7-foot tall and made of muscle. Their hard, black skins glistening in harsh light of the sun. They wore wolf masks on their head and a small loin cloth around their waists.

Without a word, one of them threw the spear at Samantha's head, she barely ducked in time as the spear whistled past her head. She stood up only to find herself face to face with the man who threw the weapon.

"How the.." were the only words that came out of her mouth as he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her back first into the wall. Without releasing the choke hold, he punched her hard in her chiseled abs and followed up with a elbow smack in between her breasts.

Samantha felt the wind driven out of her as she bent over and coughed.

"That...fucking...hurt!" She said as the man primed a knee and sent it hurtling toward her face. She caught it at the last minute and flipped him around, driving a hard forearm into his back that staggered him over the counter. Wanting to press the advantage, she grabbed his face mask and bounced him head into the table but left herself open to a savage kick to her face by the other man that sprang her head up.

He grabbed her and ran her into the wall, driving hard shoulders into her abs.

"Ufff.." She grunted as she responded with an elbow to his back, "Ungh!" another shoulder rammed into her abs as she drove another elbow into his back flooring him.

She stomped his back with her white Jordan's but felt herself pulled by her short hair by the other man. He sent her face first into one of the glass counters.

"Ahhhh..." Samantha cried as her head broke through glass, she found herself on knee, slumped over the counter.

The man sent a hard knee into her back with enough force for her body to break clean through the counter and land on the other side. Samantha had barely gotten to all fours when she felt a hard kick to her stomach flip her over. The man tried to follow up with a stomp but Samantha grabbed a loose shard of glass and stuck it in his bare feet as he cried in pain and limped back.

She kipped up to a standing position only to find herself be flung back first into a shelf behind her with a hard kick to her abs by the other man. He followed up with a hard knee to the doubled over Samantha that connected flush with her nose and rocked her back.

"Ungh! Fuck!" She grunted as two punches connected on either of her cheeks. He followed up with a knee to her mid-section but it was blocked and ate a ferocious punch that knocked the wolf mask off his head. Samantha jumped up bought both her knees to her chest before unfurling her feet mid-air and drop kicking the man through the wall and out of the store.

She got up breathing hard but soon cried in pain as she felt glass cut through her skin, cutting into her top and drawing a line of blood on her back.

She quickly flipped around and stopped the man with the wolf mask on from plunging into her belly. Unfortunately for her, he had come running toward her and the momentum took them both out of the store through the cracked wall and on to the dirt outside.

The other man had barely come to his senses, lying on the floor when he felt Samantha's hard body land on top of him. On top of her was the man with the wolf mask as they struggled to take control of the glass shard in his hands. She flipped him off her and drove the back of her head into the face of the man she had landed on to knock him out again.

Springing up to her feet, she saw the man in the wolf mask slowly get to his feet.

"This is a $100 top asshole!" She said as she broke into a run and jumped up in the air. She kicked him hard on the side of the head and saw him flip over and land on his side.

"Hah!" She exclaimed but her joy was soon cut short as she felt two large arms coil up around her waist and lift her up the ground from behind. The man without the mask sent her body sailing over the top of his bald head and back first into the floor behind them as she sat up holding her back in pain. The man floored her again with a drop kick to the chest.

"Ungh!" She winced with clenched teeth as he stomped her hard in the stomach but soon found himself face first on the floor when she reversed another stomp and twisted his ankle from behind in an ankle lock. The man with the mask had now come around and kicked her savagely in her face throwing her couple of feet back as he helped his partner up.

The two of them stared at Samantha who slowly got back up.

"All right assholes..." She said catching a breath and bringing her fists up. "Let's play!"

The three of them circled around each other cautiously, looking for an opening. The man with the mask moved first and his partner followed suit a second apart. He attacked with a fist from the left, while his partner aimed one of his own from the right. Samantha ducked at the last minute and watched as both of them collided their fists into each other in a brutal fist bump. She laughed as the two of them staggered back, holding their hands in pain.

"Fucking idiots!" She snickered before she saw them rushing her with two fists aimed at her face.

"Uh-oh, this..." She said as the fists were inches away from her face "is gonna hurt!"

Two fists connected with the front of her face sending her flying back. While her body was in the air, the two of them rushed past her and timing their attacks, kicked her hard in the back, sending her flying face first into the steps next to the entrance door.

"Arrghhh!" Jimmy cried in shock and split his legs to watch Samantha's head land inches away from his junk.

"Seriously?" She asked Jimmy who just shrugged and quickly scampered away as the man without the mask grabbed a handful of her hair and threw her through the entrance door.

Samantha's body went through the wooden door but she broke her descent mid-fall by rolling and landing on her knees, just in time to block a kick aimed at her face. Grabbing the man's thigh, she kicked him in the back of the head, sending his face tumbling into the cash register.

"Ka-ching!" She said as she blocked a fist to her face by the other man and responded with a knee to his chest. As he slumped over, she locked him in a front standing head scissors slowly draining his consciousness away. The other man recovered and rushed her with a fist but she blocked it and held him in a side headlock, pouring on the pressure.

Desperate, the man punched Samantha on the sides of her stomach and she loosened the hold, quickly moved behind her. Threading his biceps below her armpits and locking both his hands behind her neck, he applied a savage full-nelson hold, cranking the pressure on her neck. She loosened her grip on the head scissors, freeing the man with the mask and he slumped to the floor.

Slowly getting up and shaking the blood circulation back into his brain, he smiled as he saw his partner hold her in a full nelson. Before he could do anything, he felt wood collide on his back as he staggered toward the counter.

"All right, Jimmy!" Samantha cried as she saw him clobbering the man with mask with a hard wooden stick. Unfortunately for Jimmy before he could attack again, the man swiveled around and caught it inches from his face. He looked at Samantha and shrugged before his body went limp and he was out cold with a hard knock to the back of his head.

Samantha struggled to break free as she saw him approach her with the wooden stick in hand.

"Aaaahhh! Ufff! Argh! Ungh!" Samantha grunted as blow after blow from the stick landed in her abs and she stood there caught in a full nelson unable to fight back.

After a few more hard blows to her stomach, Samantha finally drooped to her knees and the man behind her let go of the hold and walked in front of her. Both of them smiled at each other as the man with the stick lifted her head up by placing the stick under her chin.

"'N Goeie stryd maar nou is dit tyd om dit te beëindig" He said as Samantha looked at him exhausted.

He took aim at the center of her head and raised the stick up menacingly.

"NO!!! YOU ASSHOLE! SAMANTHA!" said Jimmy as he came around and caught on to his legs. The two of them laughed and kicked him off.

Before he could strike her down, he felt a kick connect with the side of his head sending him flying into the wall as his Samantha stared up in disbelief.

"What the..." She said as she saw little Caldwell stand next to her, having just drop kicked a man twice his size.

Jimmy grabbed Samantha and pulled her to his side as the two of them watched shocked as Caldwell ripped the two men a new one, beating them senseless.

After he was done, Caldwell shot a hand out toward Samantha offering her his hand.

"Now do you believe me?" he said as he helped her up. Samantha and Jimmy just nodded in response.
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Amazing story.
Quite brutal but with funny dialogue and situations.
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"Ungh!" winced Samantha as another black fist burrowed deep into her hard abdomen. Sweat ran down her forearms and her biceps flexed as she bent her arms at the elbow and bought it up to her face. Her opponent went wild.
Hard fists rocked Samantha's forearms left and right as a couple of stray punches hit either side of her head. She was caught in the corner of the arena, her back against the wall as her opponent pressured her.

He tested her abs with hard jabs as her six-pack flexed to absorb blow after blow. Her toned, muscled legs anchored her exquisite body and had so far refused to buckle under the relentless pressure.

Her sleeveless white crop-top had her opponents dirty hand prints on it, aligning perfectly with her firm breasts and her small denim shorts were getting shorter and more torn up by the second. Samantha's white Jordan's had seen better days too.

"TIME!" Yelled the man on the microphone as he looked down upon the two fighters locked up by the corner of the fight pit.

The crowd's voice boomed through the arena as they chanted the man's name and Samantha was greeted with loud boos as she walked back to her corner. She looked to see Caldwell and Jimmy standing there and next to them was Vito, the loan shark, smiling at her.

Samantha panted, breathless as Jimmy poured water into her mouth from the water bottle, pouring some of it on top of her crop-top, drenching it wet. He poured the remainder over her short pixie-cut black hair. Jimmy watched hungrily as the small beads of water danced on her muscular, dusky skin.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?," Vito screamed and then checked himself, nodding and smiling to a few people nearby as he repeated the question in a hush voice.

"What!?," Samantha threw up her hands.

"You are the one who told me stall him for a couple of rounds!"

"Yes but you have been doing nothing but blocking for the last two rounds!," Vito spoke exasperated.

"I thought this was a no time limit, KO-only match?," Samantha quipped with a raised eyebrow.

"IT is! But how the fuck are people going to bet on you, if you won't beat him up a little?"

"Take it eathy on her, will you??," Caldwell interjected, the little man spoke with a lisp in his voice.

"Okay, Lispy! You have a better idea for raising 3 million in one night?"

"Not our fault Vito," Samantha shook her head. "You were the one that had to gamble it away!"

"Well...I am a fucking debt collector, what the fuck did you expect?"

"Should have thought of that before the mob came after you," Samantha took another sip of water.

"Look...look," Vito raised his arms and spoke politely.

"I am sorry if I am shouting but just be a pal and help me out?," Vito pleaded as Samantha warmed in her corner, throwing quick shadow jabs and punches.

"Funny! That's what we came to you for and you put me in a match with this large degenerate," Samantha said pointing at the large muscular black man sitting in the opposite corner.

"It was the perfect coincidence, wasn't my fault you showed up at the perfect time," Samantha gave Vito an 'oh, please!' look.

"Look just hear me out okay, please?" Samantha looked at his big puppy dog eyes and sighed, she nodded her head.

"Excellent!," Vito shouted giddy like a schoolboy before hushing down and smiling awkwardly at the people nearby.

"So here's what you do..." Vito whispered in Samantha's ear.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!" Came the announcement on the mic, as the crowd grew wild. Samantha tossed off a stray banana peel tossed on her shoulder and looked back and gave the man who threw it the finger.
The bookies went on overdrive, with bets overwelhmingly stacked against Samantha.

"FIGHT!" The announcer said as the crowd responded with loud cheers for Samantha's opponent and even louder boos for her.

"Sheesh! Talk about a tough crowd!," She thought as she strode in the to the center of the pit.

"Well...little girl! It's clear you stand no chance against the might of Dexter Cage!," Her opponent bellowed, shouting in a loud, deep voice.

"Who are you calling little pal?, the only thing little is the non-existent bulge in your trunks!"

Cage laughed.

"Well you got charm little girl, I like the mouthy ones...more fun to break apart!"

"Look, dude...this annoying tough-boy bullshit is getting you nowhere!, are we gonna fight or what?," Samantha raised her fists and got in a fight stance.

Cage nodded and rushed her as Samantha smiled.

She had been studying her opponent for the past two rounds, the way he moved, the stances he preferred or the strike he usually opened with.
Samantha smiled as Cage wound up with a hay maker aimed at her head.
Cage's hand flew like poetry in motion, his fist whipped sideways from his right shoulder joint with minimal flex on the elbow. It flew threw the air in slow motion, Cage had already thought about it landing on his shapely opponent, knocking her out. He dreamt of his arms raised in victory, Samantha slumped over his shoulder and the crowd showering him with rapturous applause.

The only problem was that Samantha ducked the punch, she laughed as she saw Cage's eyes go wide is disbelief. Instead of elation, Cage felt sharp pain shoot through the side of his ribs, Samantha clobbered him with a punch of her own.

She followed up with a quick 1,2 combo to Cage's face, the punches hitting his nose and jaw. He soon found himself on the ground, staring up at the ceiling, as the announcer started the count.

"1...2...3...4...," The announcer counted. Cage lay there on the floor, his vision slowly blurring, the sounds around his ears muffled.

"Caaaage!...Cageeeeee!"

He heard the people shout and slowly got up to his feet.

"9...and CAGE IS BACK ON HIS FEET..."

At Samantha's corner, Vito was jumping his massive body up and down.

"What are you doing?..." He mouthed, watching if anyone saw him.

"Don't knock him out yet!"

"Come do it yourself then!," Samantha shouted as Vito once again checked his flank to see if he was clear.

Dexter Cage shook his head vigorously, "This girl packs a punch," He thought to himself, still a bit unsteady on his feet.

He rushed in and tried to get Samantha with a quick jab to her stomach but by the time his punch reached the destination, Samantha had moved and circled around behind him.

Cage felt a finger tap on his right shoulder, as he took an audible gulp and turned.

He felt a speeding train collide with his face, Samantha's punch caught him on the chin as his body flew back and landed on the hard concrete floor.
"1...2...3...4..." The announcer started as the crowd began its ravenous chanting.

"Caaaage!...Cage!...Caaaagggggeee!"
Dexter found himself flush on his back again. Within the first ten minutes of the round starting, he had already seen the broken lights and the withering cement on the ceiling twice and he didn't like it.

Slowly willing himself to his feet, Cage felt his existence being bought into question.

"How is she doing that?..." Cage thought as he watched his shapely opponent take her fighting stance.

Cage slowly closed the gap between them, as he approached cautiously circling looking for any tip-off as to what she was going to do. Samantha just stood there with her hands on her hips, laughing.

"You know this isn't 'Dancing with the Stars' or some shit, right?!" She mumbled still laughing at the way Cage approached her slowly.

Steadying himself, he launched a punch at Samantha's face. Cage smiled as she blocked it, the real attack was the one coming from the other side, a large black fist aimed at Samantha's stomach.

Cage's jaw dropped to the floor, when he saw the punch hit nothing but air as Samantha moved her body out of the way at the last minute.

"You aren't very original, are you?," Samantha smiled.

She caught him with a hard knee to his chest, that had him hunching over on the floor, coughing.

Before the count began, Samantha grabbed Cage's hair and pulled him to his feet.

Vicious punches rocked Cage's head left and right, his unsteady feet wobbling. Taking a small step to her left, Samantha blasted him with an high impact kick to his stomach.

"SHIIIIT! UFFFF!" Cage winced as he bent over.

Using his large, bent over frame as a platform, Samantha launched herself in the air as the crowd went "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!"

Samantha landed with a large elbow to Cage's back.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" The crowd screamed.

"Aieeeeeee!" Shouted Cage writhing on the floor.

"It's working! It's working!," Vito shouted at Samantha's corner.

Before the count began, Samantha quickly flipped Cage's body over and stomped him hard in the stomach.

Picking Cage's body up by the hair, the beautiful Samantha stuffed his large head between her thighs and picked him up in the air, his feet dangling above Samantha's head.

A vicious pile driver had Cage's body comically springing up before settling down face first on the floor, breathing hard.

"1...2...3...4...5," The count began as the crowd went wild.

"Marry me, Samantha!," Someone shouted in the crowd, as she smiled and winked at the man.

"6...7...8..." The count continued, as Samantha and Vito's eyes went wide before Cage jolted himself to his feet as Samantha and Vito breathed a sigh of relief.

Cage just stood there, his feet wobbling, his breathing labored and his strength all but gone.

"Not too hard..." Vito shouted to Samantha being as discreet as he could.
"Yeah...yeah!," Samantha gestured back to Vito.

As for Dexter Cage, he found himself nearly out again as Samantha smashed him in the nose with a hard elbow. His head flung back, Cage's body wobbled as trails of spit and blood flew from his face, bathing some of the people sitting the closest to them.

"Ewwwwww!" They shouted, as Samantha's hard punch to Cage's face showered them again.

An elbow to his jaw finally snapped Cage's defiance and he fell to the floor with a bloodied nose and one swollen eye.

"They really should get that fixed..." Cage mumbled to himself staring at the withering walls of the ceiling.

"I used to know a pretty girl you know..." Cage mumbled incoherently as Samantha picked him up, not letting the count begin.

"Oh! and what was she like?," Samantha said as she bought him to his feet and steadied him.

"She really was great...you know...like the ones you see in them movies" Cage stood wobbly at his feet, his vision blurry and an aching, shrill ringing in his ears.

"Really?...What did she look like?"

Samantha adjusted Cage's stance to her liking, posing him up like a barbie doll.

"Oh you know...pretty...big eyes...in fact!," He paused. "She looked just like yo..."

Before he could complete the sentence, Samantha jumped up and delivered a spinning kick to the side of his head, cartwheeling his body in the air and smashing him into the ground head first.

"Hallelujah!..." Cage mumbled, his face on the floor.

"Samanthaaaaa...Sammmanthaaaaa..." The crowd cheered.

"No mamma, I want to go to school today...!" Cage slurred as his being passed through the various stages of consciousness.

Slowly, Samantha had flipped the crowd behind her and soon the place was filled with people screaming her name.

"1...2...3...4"

Cage heard the numbers in the distance. It felt like a bullet aimed at his head, whizzing its way through the air towards him.

"5...6...7"

"No Mamma no!" He screamed as he slowly willed his body to his knees.
"8...9..."

"I ain't laying down...not for you Momma...not for you...not for anyone...NEVER AGAIN!"

Cage was up to his feet. 'Up' was a relative term as Cage wasn't exactly steady. He moved around on the balls of his feet, his large body swaying. Cage's head felt heavier than the rest of his large body as he struggled to maintain balance.

"NEVER MAMMA YOU HEAR!? NEVER AGAIN!"

Cage screamed and rushed at Samantha who made no attempt to move.
She smiled and waited as he ran in, sidestepping a wild punch to her face and replying with a kick to the back of Cage's head.

"Awww...god damn it!" He screamed in pain as Cage went down in a heap.
"The rivers will run dry...when it comes...the fields of gold will wither awa..." Cage was still incoherent in his speech as Samantha straddled him from behind and placed him in a Camel Clutch.

"The day of reckoning will come...the earth shall fall...fire burning away its...uffff!" He mumbled, as Samantha cranked his neck in a Camel Clutch.
"You give?," Samantha asked.

"To give is to sin...To take is the lord's way...take...take...give..nothing...NOTH..ahhh" He mumbled as Samantha poured on the pressure.

"What the fuck are you on about?," Samantha said grabbing his hair and using it as leverage to pull his head back even more.

"Ahhhhh...submit to his will...lay down before me...put your body through the flames of desire...," Cage ranted as Samantha poured more pressure in the hold.

"That's it honey!...it hurts does it?...it will all be fine..." The voices in Cage's head were overbearing now.

Samantha let him plonk his face on the floor and straddled his body from behind. Locking him in a full nelson and flipping his body over till he was on top of her and squeezed her legs around his waist.

The pain was still making Cage woozy, leaving him a mumbling, raving lunatic.

"Come here honey!...sit down beside me...it will all be fine soon..." Cage's eyes fluttered as he heard someone calling.

Samantha poured pressure into her hold as pain shot through Cage's body.

"It will all be over soon!" Cage's vision went black.

He passed out in her arms.

"Shit!," Samantha exclaimed and looked at Vito.

"He's out!," She gestured, pointing towards Cage's face as Vito put one hand on his ear.

"What!?," Vito screamed.

"I said he is out!" Samantha screamed back.

"Devout!?" He screamed back, still unable to hear her over the noise in the place.

"Oh for fuck's sake!..." Samantha grabbed Cage's arms and shook his limp body as Vito's eyes went wide in shock. He looked at the digital clock above them.

"10 minutes?!, fuck...fuck...fuck!" He jumped up and down to get Samantha's attention.

"Let no one see that he has been knocked out!" He screamed before checking left and right to see if anyone heard him.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do? Dance with him?," Samantha threw her hands up in the air.

"I don't know! Think of something, he cannot be out yet!"

"Shit!," Samantha muttered to herself.

She slapped Cage hard across the cheeks.

"Hello and welcome to Burger Shack...we are closed on Sunday's, please come again!" Cage passed out again after a brief moment of life.
Placing one hand behind his neck, Samantha picked Cage up and stood him to his feet.

"Where...what...oh hello Mamma!"

Cage could barely stand, his feet tap dancing to their own strange rhythm, the rest of his large body swaying to its commands.

Picking him up on her shoulders, Samantha put Cage in a torture rack, his body bent in an unnatural way.

"Row...row...row...your car...!" Cage mumbled up on Samantha's shoulder's as the intense pressure on his body knocked him out again.
Not waiting for his arms to go limp, Samantha quickly put him down and picked him up in a bear hug.

"Gulp!...Martini...shaken..." Cage raised an eyebrow.

"Not stirred!" He beamed a smile before passing out again.

"Fuck! You insolent little..." Samantha released the hold and transitioned into an Octopus Stretch, she hooked one of her legs over Cage's opposite leg and draped her free leg over his neck forcing it downward.

"Hello Miss May!," Cage sprang to life again.

"Mind if I borrow some sugar?" he passed out again.

"Oh! You little...don't fucking pass out!"

Vito stared in horror as he watched Samantha maneuver through a library of holds to keep Cage on his feet. He looked at the clock as a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face.

"5 minutes...!" He screamed as Samantha turned around.

"5 More minutes!" He gestured with his fingers as Samantha nodded.

"5 minutes? 5 minutes...fuck...Samantha calm down!" Samantha muttered to herself.

She looked at his opponent barely standing, leaning on her body for support. Samantha checked to see if anyone had realized what was happening. She had to do something to stall for time.

Smiling, she grabbed Cage's hair and stood him straight.

"SO THIS IS YOUR CHAMPION!?" Samantha screamed at the crowd.

Everyone looked at the beaten mess of a man that stood before them. His face was bloodied and his body no longer in control. He stood up simply by the will of Samantha's hands.

"SAMANTHAAAAAA! SAMANTHAAAA!" The crowd cheered.

"What? No you fucking idiots! Don't chant MY name!" Samantha muttered to herself.

"TAKE A GOOD HARD LOOK AT HIM! THE MIGHTY DEXTER CAGE! OH HOW THE MIGHTY HAVE FALLEN!"

Samantha grabbed his neck and stood him straight again.

"WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF? DEXTER CAGE!" Samantha made a big dramatic play to the crowd.

"Mary had a little...lambfg...!" Cage spouted wobbling on his feet.

Everyone fell silent, till there was nothing but sounds of crickets chirping.
"Uh..ummm...WHAT HE MEANS TO SAY IS! I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!" Samantha played up the crowd.

"YEAH...DON'T TAKE IT CAGE! YOU SHOW HER!" Someone shouted in the crowd, as Samantha smiled. Her plan was working.

"Old macdonald...had a farm...gulp!..." Cage vomited all over the floor.
"Ewwww! Gross!" Samantha shuddered.

"Ee...i...ee...i...o..." Cage continued as everyone stared in disbelief.

"And on his farm...ufff..." Cage winced as pain shot through his head.

"he...had...he...some...some..." Cage wobbled on his feet again.

"Shit!," Samantha exclaimed "He's gonna go again!"

Vito stared nervously at the clock. 1 minute to go.

Both Samantha and Vito stared wide eyed at Cage's feet wobbling, about to buckle any second.

"Shit! No!," Samantha muttered to herself.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! I am so fucked! Why didn't I just get into insurance?," Vito prayed for a miracle.

"COWS!!" someone from the audience shouted.

Something woke in Dexter Cage, he stood firmer on his feet.

"What's that Miss Robinson?..." Cage mumbled as Samantha shook her head.

"Yes we can do the school play today can't we?," Cage slurred.

"What the..." Both Vito and Samantha exclaimed as they looked at him.

"Come on everyone! Join In!" Cage raised his arms and motioned everyone to do the same.

"Cows...And on his farm...he..had...some...some...<hic>," Cage felt his feet going again, as Samantha rushed in to prop him up.

"COWS!" The audience screamed as they joined in. Samantha withdrew her momentum and stood where she was.

"That's right!...weird ponytail guy..." Cage said pointing to man, who threw up the 'rock on' sign at him.

"With...a...moo-moo here and a..." Cage wobbled on his feet, his unsteady steps swaying him left and right.

"MOO-MOO THERE!" The crowd joined in, as Samantha and Vito stared in disbelief.

"Here a moo..." Cage started again.

"THERE A MOO!," The crowd joined in.

"Everywhere...a...a...," Cage fumbled on his feet.

"MOO!" The crowd joined in.

"MOO!" Samantha and Vito joined in.

"OLD MACDONALD HAD A FARM...EE...I...EE...I...O" The crowd chanted.

"And on that farm..."

"HE HAD SOME COWS!," The crowd joined in.

"EE I EE I O!" Samantha and Vito completed.

Samantha stood there laughing as the crowd sang the entire rhyme with Cage.

Vito looked at the clock, 10 seconds to go.

"10...9...8..." Vito began the count. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye he saw Cage hit the dirt again.

"No!," Samantha shouted.

"1...2...3...4..." The count began.

"7...6...5...4..." Vito's count continued.

"5...6...7...8...9..." The announcer continued.

"3...2...1..." Vito looked at the announcer, his hand cupped the mike and his mouth had begun forming the one word he dreaded.

"TE..." The announcer started to call as Samantha and Vito stared at him in horror.

"TIME!," The time keeper shouted as Vito and Samantha both heaved a sigh of relief.

The crowd went wild their chants.

"CAAAAGGGGEEE!," They screamed.

Samantha slumped over in her corner and watched as Cage was dragged to his feet and escorted to the corner by two men.

He sat there still out of it, two strong smelling salts to his nostril bought him back again.

"Where...what...who won...?," The questions fired like an automatic out of Cage's mouth as people sat him back down again and poured water over him, giving him some to drink.

His face was a bloodied mess, the blood from his nose had spewed out and dried in a line from his nostril. Cage's left eye was swollen and he had pain shooting through every inch of his body.

Samantha gulped down some water as Jimmy poured more over her t-shirt, staring at her wet body.

"THAT..." Vito pushed little Caldwell aside.

"WAS A DISASTER!"

"For fuck's sake! What else was I supposed to do? He kept passing out, didn't anyone bet on me?" Samantha quipped, her hands raised in frustration.

"They did...," Vito filled her in.

"They bet on you by the dozens, until you decided to let Cage have his moment there!" Vito pointed at the large black man, who sat angrily at his corner.

"Well...what was I supposed to?," Samantha raised her arms and shrugged.

"Isn't there some way this can be fixed?," Jimmy asked.

"There is a way but you aren't going to like it," Vito looked at Samantha.

"Like I have liked everything so far..." Samantha sighed.

"You have to take a beating in this round!," Vito said coldly.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?," Jimmy screamed before he realized who he was talking too and scampered back to hide behind Samantha.

"Yeth, there hath to be a better way!" Caldwell interjected with his lisp.

"Hang on a minute boys!," Samantha smiled as she looked at Vito.
"He may be on to something here."

Dexter Cage sat in his corner furious. He posse had filled him in on what happened. Still, he was curious as to why she did not knock him out when she had the chance. Cage motioned for a girl next to him to bend over.
He whispered something in her ear, as she nodded and excused herself. Vito watched as the young woman threaded through the crowd. He thought for a minute before realizing what Cage was going to do.

In the pit, Samantha looked at Vito, making his way out, looking at someone. While she was distracted, Cage nailed her with hard punch to her cheek.
Time slowed down for Samantha as she felt her body float through the air. She saw Jimmy on his Gameboy, while Caldwell fumbled around with his phone. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a young woman thread through the crowd with Vito behind her.

As her body landed on the floor, the realization hit her like a ton of bricks.
Dexter Cage was going to flip the bets.

Samantha felt Cage's size ten boot stomp her hard on her stomach and sat up from the impact. Cage followed up with a hard knee to her face, knocking her head back. She felt a small trail of blood sprout from her lips as she fell to her back.

"1...2...3...4..." The announcer began as Samantha shook her head and slowly got up to her feet in an unsteady fighting stance. Unsteady enough for Cage to nail her with a hard kick to her stomach.

"Ungh!," Samantha winced and went down to her knees, holding her abs.

Cage nailed her with another hard kick that flipped her over and a hard stomp that left his footmarks over her six-pack.

In her mind, Samantha ran through the possibility of Vito losing to that woman and didn't want to think about it. She would need to stick to the original plan until she knew for sure what had to be done.

Cage picked her up by the hair and stood her straight.

And that meant taking a beating right now.

Vito followed her slowly until he was sure there was no one around. He had to stop her from getting to the betting tables. Calculating her route, he was sure she would take the long hallway, easier to access but also with no one present.

He cut across to his left as she turned back. Vito ducked his large, nearly 7-foot frame the best he could under some people, peeping over their shoulders to look at her.

Layla Williams was sure she was being followed. It had occurred to her that Vito might see her moving but she had no other choice. She would have to rely on her lithe, toned body if shit hit the fan.

Her toned legs flexed as she moved swiftly, threading her dusky body like a needle between the mass of people. Disgusted at how dirty her white tube top was getting, she pushed her way through towards the hallway and checked to see her black sports shoes.

"Awww...Man!, these were brand new. Cage is getting me new ones," She muttered to herself, as she bent down to tie her laces. In the corner of her eye, she could see someone sneaking up behind her.

She smiled and stood up, dusting off her blue, denim jeans. Layla set her hair for a while as Vito's eyes peeped up over some shoulders.

"What is she doing?," Thought Vito as he checked out her shapely ass again. Under different circumstances, he would try asking her out but now he had to concentrate. He snapped himself out of it.

Satisfied that her short, curly black hair was in place, Layla smiled and stepped towards the hallway. She would be waiting for him.

At the pit, Cage straddled Samantha's stomach and picked her head up towards him by her hair.

"Thought you would just casually throw one round without much trouble?," Cage whispered in her ear.

He smashed a hard fist into Samantha's jaw.

"Well...think again!"

He punched her hard in the stomach and as Samantha instinctively sat up, punched her face again. Samantha felt her nose bloodied, a small trail of blood running down her nostril. He sat her up and kicked Samantha hard in her toned back.

She winced and rolled over to her knees only to eat a kick at the side of her stomach.

"1...2..." The announcer began as Samantha got to her feet. Cage was relentless, he immediately smashed her a hard with a gut punch and stuck her head between his thighs. Cage wrapped his arms around Samantha's waist, lifting her up to a sitting position.

Samantha's feet dangled over Cage's muscular back a second before he power bombed her to the floor. Her body sat up on impact, only to be met with a hard knee to the chest that knocked Samantha back down again.
Samantha lay there coughing, the wind knocked out her chest and stinging in her back.

"1...2..." Samantha looked at Caldwell and Jimmy sitting there waving at her.

"3...4..." She looked around to see where Vito was and saw him head towards a large hallway.

"5...6..." Samantha wobbled to her knees. Cage swooped her up in a bear hug pouring pressure on her spine.

"Ungh!..." Samantha threw her head up and grunted as Cage squeezed.

Vito's head sprang up from the impact of Layla's knee under his chin and he dropped to his knees. A kick to the side of the head sent him flying into the wall, colliding sideways and falling on his face.

As he got to his knees, Layla kicked him hard in his sides flipping him over to his back.

She stomped him hard in the stomach.

"You fuckin' ape! You really thought YOU would sneak up on me?," She growled at him as he sat on his knees, hunched over.

She elbowed him in the back and saw him fall like a sack of potatoes.

Layla plonked herself down next to his head and wrapped her thighs around over his cranium.

Vito's hands pried at Layla's toned legs as she squeezed him.

Layla held her legs straight as an arrow, her ankles hovering over Vito's chest. Her thighs squeezed him hard as Vito fruitlessly pried at her legs.

"Ungh!...No!...Ungh!..." Vito groaned as he felt his noggin compress like a melon.

Letting him go, Layla stood up. Vito appreciated the second's reprieve as he shook his head to sort out the ringing between his ears. He watched as Layla stood in front of him, motioning him to get up.


Cage smashed his large forehead into Samantha's chest, as she wheezed and slumped over his shoulder. He squeezed her hard in a bear hug, putting pressure on her waist.

"Unghh...!" She winced after a particularly nasty crank.

As cage muscled her back into dust, she scanned the place for any sign Vito.

"Oh...I do love the subtle makeup you are wearing!," He smiled as he squeezed her again.

"Ungh..!" Samantha threw her head back and moaned.

"But it doesn't go with this place..." He lifted her up slightly.

"What you need is a little dirt on your face!"

He slammed her down on the tip of his knee, as it lodged itself between her legs.

"Ungh...fu...!" Samantha grunted holding on to her jewels.

"OHHHHHHHHH!" The crowd went, everyone grabbing their crotch in unison.
"That HAD to hurt!" Some guy told another.

Slipping his knee out from under her, Cage laughed as Samantha held her pose for a while before a push from his finger sent her face first to the floor.
Samantha lay there ass up and face down as Cage kicked her hard between the legs again.

"Awww...Fuck!..." Samantha winced as she jumped to her back, jamming her hands between her legs, hoping it will soothe some of the discomfort.

"OHHHHHHHH!" The crowd cried again

"THAT ONE definitely had too..." The guy shut up as Samantha shot him the finger, writhing around on the ground.

Cage picked her up by the hair.

"Alley oop!," He smiled as he grabbed Samantha's short hair and pulled her up to her feet.

He punched her hard in the back and watched as she fell to her knees again.
"I wouldn't bother about your friend!," Samantha looked at him, her eyes wide.

"What? You didn't think I saw you scanning the place?," Cage shrugged walking around her in circles.

He was smarter than she thought.

"Like I said..." He stood her straight again.

"He's already too late!"

Layla smiled as Vito go to his feet, still unsteady and his noggin ringing.
Layla stood there with her hands on her hips, smiling, waiting for him to make the first move. Vito realized he didn't have a choice. Letting out a war cry, he rushed towards her swinging wild punches that she easily ducked or avoided.

She caught one of his arms midway through a punch, jumping up and wrapping her ankles around his socket. With her hands, Layla pulled his towards her chest as her thighs settled in just above the elbow.

Layla fell to the ground with him in tow, locked in a arm scissor.

Vito screamed as pain seared through his arm.

"What the hell!...Lady!..." He whimpered.

"Don't make me mad!," Vito shouted to at least show a hint of defiance.

"Or what?," Layla said as she grabbed his hair and pulled him closer.

"You'll hurt lil ol' me?," Layla said mockingly as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Or will you break like the little toy you are!"

Layla squeezed hard as Vito growled in pain, the noise outside dulling his screams.

"If Cage reverts the bets, the purse will go back to Samantha!," He said whimpering in pain as Layla squeezed.

"And Cage will simply beat her worn out body in the next round!" Layla smiled pouring on the pressure.

"Nice little..." Layla smiled as she positioned Vito in a sitting position.
"Role reversal, don't you think?," She whispered in his ear as she locked her legs around his waist from behind him. Resting her palms on the floor, she planked her body up on the strength of her toned arms as she squeezed hard.

"Uggggh!..." Vito growled as his vision faded. She felt Layla's strong bicep curl around his throat, wrapping in a sleeper hold. The pain from his waist shot up and mixed with the pain in his neck as Vito felt the dark envelop him.
He passed out slowly in Layla's arms.

"Good night, big boy! I'll play with you another time, I have something to attend to."

Layla got up and walked down the hallway, Vito's unconscious body laying on the floor behind her.

Cage watched as Layla made her way to the betting tables and gave him the signal. He smiled and looked back at Samantha on her knees.

He drove a hard fist into her sides, flipping her over.

"Ungh!" grunted Samantha as a stomp found its mark.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her up to seating position, kneeling down next to her, Cage directed Samantha's eyes to the big bets table on the far side. Layla was standing there with a smile on her face.

"You see the bets are flipped!," He raised her up to her feet.

"Now all I need to do is to beat the shit out of you for the next five minutes..." Cage smashed a fist into Samantha's abs.

"And then your ass is mine in the next round."

He punched her hard again and again on her stomach, as Samantha stared at the clock.

Her opponent had both outsmarted and outclassed her. There was only one way she was going to do win this and she had to do it now.

Five minutes, she had five minutes to rally up some offence and take him down or she will be too winded to last the next round with him. Samantha dug deep, absorbing the blows to her stomach, concentrating, gathering strength.

Letting out a war cry as the crowd went wild, she blocked one of Cage's punches and smashed him in the jaw with one of her own. She fell to her knees, winded by the assault on her belly and watched as Cage stood there angry, shaking his cobwebs off.

He rushed at her with an electric combination of punches and watched in disbelief as Samantha ducked and weaved under all of them. This girl, how was she doing this? Her body showed none of the negative effects of the punishment she took.

Her legs moved with grace as she sidestepped and then replied with a hard punch to Cage's nose, bloodying it more. Another punch above his eye, cut a small gash open and yet another bruised his cheek.

Cage watched as Samantha's hands were a blur, striking at every part of his body. She had conserved some strength to use in a pinch and boy was this a good time. She had 1 minute to inflict a round's worth of damage and got to it, smashing Cage's body with punches and kicks all over.

Samantha was shocked to see him still standing, his body a mess of cuts and bruises, somehow still holding on.

"Too late! 10 seconds to go..." Samantha muttered as she slowly watched Cage fall to his face. Once more, the announcer and the time keeper were locked in a race.

"10...9...8...7..." The time counted down, as the KO count ascended.

"1...2...3...4"

Samantha watched the clock wind down.

"6...5...4...3...2.." The clock counted down.

"5...6...7...8...9.." The announcer shouted.

"Ten..." Shouted the announcer, a second before the time keeper called time.

"THE WINNER...SAMANTHA JENKINS!!"

The crowd went wild as Caldwell and Jimmy rushed to Samantha.

"What the fuck..." Jimmy said, "Weren't you supposed to loose this round?"

"Long story!..." Samantha hugged Jimmy and Caldwell warmly.

Vito slowly got to his feet, his vision cleared slowly to see Jimmy, Samantha and Caldwell standing there.

"Did we?," He asked Samantha.

She smiled and nodded.

Vito laughed, "Oh fuck me! We did it! We actually did it!" He ran and hugged the three of them, as they struggled in his bear hug.


Layla helped Cage to his feet as she saw Vito standing there lifting up Samantha on her shoulders. Their eyes locked as she smiled, Vito looking at her in anger.

"Looks like I have someone new to play with!," said Layla licking her lips.
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