35 comments/ 67358 views/ 11 favorites Prize Fighter By: magmaman I picked myself up off the mat and went right at him again. All that did was get me a backhand to the abdomen, I saw it coming and knew what to do but by the time the response came into my mind it was too late. "Instinct, Dan! React, don't think!" Tim yelled at me as I came up off the mat again. I threw out a loose left jab, followed with a right hook, down I went again. This had been going on for weeks now, some of it was finally sorting itself out but not all of it. The skinny little shit standing in front of me was named Tim, he was my full contact Karate instructor. Early on in our sessions he hit me hard enough to tip me off my feet, those really didn't hurt much. Lately he was making me see spots for a few seconds. I liked that. Tim was only about 25, his arms slightly bigger than shovel handles, and perhaps a shade over half my weight of roughly 210 pounds. And he had been knocking me down for weeks now, every single night. How in the hell did I end up doing something like this? +++ My wife Patty was not home that night when I came in from work. Her car was gone, the furniture was gone, at least all of it she could get into a trailer she had rented. Everything that had any real value was gone, anyway. So were the bank accounts. I guess I should say I was surprised but I wasn't, what the hell does a 30 year old expect when he marries a 19 year old oversexed redhead? Things had been going south anyway, Patty was one of those women that if a male was in the room her panties would not stay up. I should have known that. The first time I saw her she was working as a waitress in a tiny little cafe, one look at her and I was lost. I watched her for a few weeks, mustered the courage to ask her out, damned if she didn't look me up and down closely, then nod. We were on the way to the movies, yea a class act date I know but that's what I had planned. I was one hell of a long ways from rich back then, but I was also a careful saver and lived on the conservative side. I had a house and ten acres with payments, some pretty good guesses in the stock market had grown my savings to a shade over 30 grand. I drove a fork lift rig loading pallets of goods into huge trucks, it wasn't a job I really liked but it was union and the pay was nice. Maybe that was what Patty saw, a guy that had some things? Maybe, I never did ever figure it out, but I asked and she said yes. We made it about six blocks before she had my pants unzipped and we didn't make it to the movies. I should have known. It took me quite a long time to realize it, but Patty wanted to see what every man's cock looked like, it seemed. She had some crazy kind of fascination with penises and even at her very young age she knew exactly what to do with one. Yes, more so than any woman I had ever met, or since, to be frank. Three, sometimes even four orgasms in a row, each one building more and more until the final one was so crazily powerful it placed her in complete control. How she could do with her hands, where she learned that I do not know. I never did find out, either. Up until that moment I had never met any female like her. She was barely eighteen that first time I looked up and fell into a set of deep green eyes. I sat and watched her working, ate my eggs and hash browns as a solid string of young guys came in and flirted with her. She flirted and teased right back, showing all of them the same interest. Even the much older men, all of them. I stupidly thought that it was just part of her job. Patty was also dating a lot of them, the string appeared to be endless. But she didn't act like she really hooked up with any of them because I did see a few come back and try for seconds yet get nowhere. That first time was burned into my memory. "Damn!" Was all she said, as on the somewhat expertly side she easily tripped the catch on my slacks and unzipped them with one hand. Then her mouth was over me, both sets of fingers wrapped around my balls. Somehow I missed all the telephone poles and the ditch getting the car off the road and stopped. I turned to her but she pushed my hands away. "Just let me!" She said, her hands busy. Then she tugged at my slacks, finally getting them halfway down my thighs. She leaned over and stared at my solid 7 inches, still sliding her hands up and down, teasing, increasing the pressure and relaxing. Her other hand was rolling and stroking my balls, lifting them and then dropping, her index finger sliding down almost to my anus and back up. We were right there in plain sight alongside the road, I was helpless to do anything about that. My first orgasm tried to flood out but she trapped it, as it started to fade she began again, reaching another level very quickly. But she would not let it go, it all began again until there was nothing but her touching me and my head exploding. "You sure do have a beautiful cock!" She whispered as I became aware again. Her voice was husky, she was excited at having her hands on me. I turned to her, reached for her breasts. She giggled and managed to squirm over the top of the seat, getting into the back. Then she pulled up the hem of her skirt, tugged her panties down. Leaning back, she spread her legs wide blatantly, displaying her red haired covered vagina. "Come on!" She whispered. I opened the driver's side door, struggling to get around the back of the seat. That wasn't easy to do with my pants still down around my knees. Cars were going by, one of them blared their horn, I didn't care. I just wanted at her. +++ "That feels so nice....!" She muttered as I returned the favor in the back seat. I had my tongue as far inside her as I could get it, dragging it out and up over her almost imperceptible clitoris. Then when I slid up and tried to mount her she stopped me. "Let's go to your place, I want it to be in a bed like it's supposed to be." My little 1966 Nova was a bit of a hot rod, I think I broke a couple of records making the drive to the little 10 acre farm I owned. Inside, she wanted to listen to some music and dug through my stack of quads I had. Then as the music started, she did a strip tease for me, laughing and teasing. She insisted I take my pants off so she could look at me while she did that, God that was hot! "I never got off with a guy inside me!" She whispered into my ear later. I took that to mean I was special, what didn't register was she didn't get off with me inside of her either. Somehow we became a couple, at least that is what I thought anyway. It didn't take me long to realize that it took one hell of a lot of effort to get her to climax. What worked was a solid half hour of licking and tickling her while talking to her. Not dirty talk, either, she liked me talking about her laying in the Ocean, the waves washing up and over her outstretched legs as she lay there with her eyes closed. Then I found a huge feather out in the yard while mowing, an idea popped into my head and I used that to work her over. Man did that work, so next it was a vibrator, she appeared to like that more than she did me. That I figured out when it suddenly didn't work, and I discovered she used it in the shower. So I replaced that with a waterproof one, anything to keep her happy. She liked me talking about guys seeing her naked, too. Once I figured that out I whispered things like that to her a lot. One favorite was when I would tell her she was sitting where men could see up her dress. Then I added descriptions of what the men looked like, somehow that got her off even faster. It should have been a warning, since she had at least three dozen pairs of shoes and was constantly buying more. It struck me that she might be showing off, teasing guys at shoe stores while I was at work but she denied that. Then there were things like two salesmen sitting in the living room when I got home from work one afternoon. They were both slouched on the couch across from her when I opened the door, both of them got up quickly. Something about when they left, the dirt stayed behind? They tried their sales pitch on me which didn't work. I saw the giant vacuum cleaner they had sitting there, priced about 10 times what it was worth. Everyone looked flushed, I could see why. Most of her snug little titties were sticking out of her crisscross tied in the front top. Plus she had on a pair of cut off old jeans, by cut off I mean all that was left in the crotch of them was the seam and a few threads, they left about three inches of her round behind bare. One glance and I knew what she had been doing, I saw the flash of red pubic hairs. Lord knows how long Patty had been sitting there with her bare twat exposed as the two guys had been trying to sell her one of the machines. Both of them looked like their balls were about to explode and they appeared damned unhappy to see me walk in the door. "What in the fuck were you doing?" I demanded the moment I had them out the door. "Nothing. I was just interested in the machine, that's all." That was almost our very first fight, but then she climbed into my lap and I forgot about that. Sex! Did I ever get sex! There seemed to be no end to it, if I could get it up at all she wanted it inside of her. I would rub my hands slowly up her legs to her pussy and then up and over it, gently like it was water flowing. Finally her hips would lift and she would cry out, then I would slide up and enter her. +++ I found out the next day after our first "date" when I drove her home that she lived with her mother and little sister Mary Ann barely 4 miles away down the road in a trailer house. That was a surprise, that she lived so close. The little sister was very short, not even 4'6" tall even though she was barely a year younger. I knew she had a brother a full year older but I didn't meet him until much later. I met her mother, Carla. That woman looked, acted and sounded like a cowgirl, right down to the daisy duke shorts she often wore around the house. She looked rather young, and in pretty good shape considering she had five kids, as I also found out later. None of them looked alike, either. Then Patty told me her mom was just a few years older than I was. Yes, I did the math on that in my head, but none of my business. When I asked Patty out again the day after our first "date" if that was what it was, I was half expecting rejection like I had seen before with other guys. She surprised me and accepted. Two weeks later she asked me if she could move in with me, she hated living with her mother and the solid string of male overnights in tight jeans and cowboy hats while her step dad was gone for days at a time driving his truck. He was only home for a few days at a time and he acted like he didn't care that his wife was messing around. Hell, he had to know because I was there once, he sat in his chair as Carla answered the phone one evening. "Jerry is home, so maybe later, OK?" She told whoever was on the other end of the line. Her mom was still very attractive, but that was one loose lady. She made no effort to hide anything she was doing at all. Once I drove by to pick Patty up, she wasn't quite ready but then she never was. I was sitting on the couch and a slender guy walked out of the back bedroom into the bathroom which was off the hallway. He was naked, and still looked to be about half hard. He just nodded at me like this was normal, then Patty came out of her bedroom just as the guy came back out. They had to turn sideways to pass easily, Patty was checking out his equipment with a grin on her face. He said something to her I didn't catch, Patty just giggled. The dude went back into the rear bedroom and closed the door. Then Patty looked up and saw the expression on my face, she just shrugged. A few times her mother walked right by me with no shirt on, once with nothing on at all. I now knew she kept herself carefully shaved. "Damn it Mom, Danny is sitting right there!" Patty yelled at her for that but Carla just shrugged. She didn't seem upset at all with one of her mom's naked boyfriends but she didn't like her mom being naked in front of me. One evening early on I was sitting on their couch waiting for Patty who was getting dressed. Her Mom came over and sat beside me, she had on a skimpy halter top, the usual daisy duke shorts. "You seem to like my little girl, you aren't going to hurt her, are you?" She asked, patting my thigh. "No, of course not. She is really special." I answered. "Good. I like you myself." She said, then she moved her hand up and squeezed my crotch. I just stared at her. "Big boy, I see. No wonder Patty likes you. Maybe one of these days I will try you out myself!" She grinned and got up, leaving me sitting there startled. I kept an eye on Patty's Mother after that, but she never did do anything more. She probably would have tried something but Patty came to live with me. But all of that added up to enough that I really should have known. +++ Patty and I had lived together for about two months when the first breakup came, she ended up staying with a "friend" as she called him. Somehow we got back together, I was upset with her being with the other guy but she claimed that since we were "separated" that I had no right to say anything about it. She also claimed they were "just friends." I did notice the guy wore a cowboy hat and tight jeans. I was pissed off to say the least, but then if you saw Patty naked you might understand. I tried, I really did. But the arguments every few weeks kept on, one day she was gone again and now with a different guy. It was like she would deliberately pick a fight, push my buttons so she would have an excuse. Then just as I was ready to give up, throw in the towel, she would come back. I would accuse her of fucking the guys but she always denied it, except once she did say that since we weren't together it didn't matter. Then she moved into a small apartment. Right after another of our arguments, of course. But like a dummy, I went over to see her often. I was trying, I really was. But what was actually happening was I had lost any control, it was like she could make me do or take almost anything. I could see her, have sex with her but it was always on her terms, not mine. One afternoon I was over there, it had actually been one of the more peaceful times. Patty decided to take a hot shower, she nearly always did that right before sex, so I was thinking along those lines myself. While she was in there, I got up and went into her bedroom, pulled out the drawer. Sure enough, there sat a box of condoms, it was open and several were missing. Patty and I didn't use condoms, she was on the pill. OK. I got it, fuck her, I decided to move on with my life. I went out and got into my car and left, she was still in the shower. Three whole days without me calling her went by. I just went to work, then home and sulked. I was up to my ears with her bullshit, I told myself. +++ Then came the tearful phone call, telling me she had made a mistake, wanting to know if I still loved her and could we go to Reno and get married. I hesitated, I actually did. I was not sure that it was a good idea. "If we do, Patty, it has to be just you and me forever, marriage is a commitment, it means something." I said. "I will, it's you I love. I know that now, no one makes me feel the way you do!" She sounded like she was sobbing. Yea. I know. Don't say it, it still pisses me off. Dumber than a box of fucking rocks. It took her just four months, the entire time she was a complete sweetheart as far as I knew, and I stupidly bit like a fat bass at a baby Bullhead. Sex, crazy sex! Every night, sometimes she woke me up in the middle of the night. She teased me, played with me. I was so crazy in love with that woman that I would have done anything to be with her. Hell, I even got a couple of speeding tickets on the way home from work, wanting to be there with her so much. Life was perfect. Then she was gone. +++ "You are one dumb son of a bitch, aren't you?" Stanley Harmon told me as he looked at the paperwork. Stanley was my lawyer, I had known him for years. He never pulled any punches at all, just told me like it is. Like the tickets I took to him. "Pay the fucking things!" He told me. What the hell was I supposed to say? He was right. I guess I was just a dumb son of a bitch. The car I bought and rebuilt for her with my own hands, the money, the furniture, all gone. Patty had wiggled her fanny at me until she got things sorted out her way and then took off with enough to finance herself for at least the next few years. My $32,000.00 in savings, all gone. Every fucking penny of it. The checking account? Empty. "Across State lines, we can do it but this fucks up the works. Plus good grief, you put her NAME on the fucking accounts!" Stanley shook his head. +++ Mad as hell, I tracked her down in Lewiston. That morning when I showed up, she came out with her tubby brother and two goons. One thing led to another and I basically got my clock cleaned. Too many beers, too much sitting around. Hell, I was now over 30 and that's how many pounds I carried on my belly extra. "You shouldn't have done that." Stanley told me, shaking his head. Yea. I know. "Stay away from her until I get things under some kind of control, and go see this guy, learn to take care of yourself." He handed me a card. I looked at the card and laughed. Just what I needed, learn Karate. Right about then I was thinking that what I needed was maybe a Colt .45. But I called the guy, got an appointment. He came to the door and looked me up and down with a sneer. Hell, he was just a scrawny fucking kid, for God's sakes. That's what I said, too. Yep, I opened my mouth right up and told him he didn't look very fucking tough. I never was good at keeping my mouth shut. I had a smoke stuck in my teeth, there was a blur of motion and the cigarette was kicked out of my mouth. That pissed me off, so I reached for him. Then I sat down, unable to breath. "Man, are you a pussy or what?" The little bastard said, leaning over me. Then he grinned and helped me up. Which is how I ended up getting knocked down over and over, night after night. But after about three months, the belly vanished. I quit smoking too. Somehow it became an obsession. The money? All the stuff the little bitch had run off with? Stanley told me it was a pretty cheap lesson, something about community property and if I agreed to let things be I could keep the house. "We can fight her if you want to and probably win at least half back but it's going to cost you at least that much to do it." He told me. I signed the fucking papers. "And DON'T go see her!" Stanley ordered. He had spotted the expression on my face. +++ "If you have to think about what to do, you lose." Tim told me over and over. I was slowly becoming harder and harder for him to hit. Funny thing about that, I didn't mind being hit. I had always thought I would since I had never really ever been in a fight except with the three guys up in Lewiston. That wasn't actually a fight, not really. It was mostly me getting kicked. When Tim popped me one, it made my head swim and then somehow I would become free of fear. I liked that sensation, there is no way to explain that, not really. Things changed one day when he reached out to slap me and hit my hand instead. Next he tried a simple leg hook and missed, I backhanded him in the stomach but hit his hand. We grinned at each other. Then we stood there on the mat for a solid 10 minutes throwing things at each other, several of the other guys in the class stopped to watch. Prize Fighter "POP! POP! POP!" Were the only sounds in the room. Nothing gentle about any of that, I was trying to punch him in the chest and he was doing the same thing. When he punched at my chest, I blocked that and punched back. Both of us were now flat footed, using just our arms. Right, left, right, left, faster and faster until it all became a blur. Those are actually just timing exercises, facing each other and increasing the speed until one person can't keep up and the blows get through, backing the loser off the mat. Up until that day, I was the one that always stepped back when the blows began to come so fast I couldn't counter them. This time Tim was the one to finally step back off the mat. He just grinned at me. Then he asked me to be on his team, it seemed they had a match with another club, full contact. I had sat and watched a few of those, nobody was ever kidding around. They said it was scored by points but the idea was to cold cock the other guy. Our team did all right I guess, no thanks to me. They put me in against another 200 pound fellow, a black guy that was maybe 20 or so. He won on points but I was still on my feet at the end of the match, then the guy came over and hugged me and told me I was pretty tough old bastard. His eye was swollen almost shut, but then so was mine. +++ Why did I go to all that much trouble? Invest over an entire fucking year learning how to fight, get in shape? The one goon at my ex wife's house that day was her redheaded brother, bad enough he and the other assholes kicked my fanny, but the brother spit in my face while I lay on my back. In the background, I had heard Patty's laugh. Some things a man just does not forget. That was inside my mind, like a damned tumor or something. The fucking money? I just didn't give a shit about that, it was just money and I could make some more. He spit on me, and I had no way to stop him or do anything about it. Nothing like that was ever going to happen to me, ever again! I didn't date, I didn't go out at all. I used to hang out in bars sometimes, drinking, smoking, having fun. There was none of that, all I did was train. That all became a crazy obsession. Every night after work, I went home, showered and went to the gym. After a couple of months, Tim gave me a key so I could go down there on Sundays. No women, I did not like women at all. Well, not completely true, there was one gal named Lee that for a $50 bill would let me do about anything I wanted to. Barely 21, she had long dark hair and was nicely built and she fit right in at the studio. It was obvious she liked big strong men, and it was an easy way for her to pay the bills. She said that she charged everybody else $100, but she liked me best of all. That's what she told me anyway. I just figured she told everyone that. I did notice that she was often not too far away, and when one of the guys came over to her and whispered, she would send me a sidelong glance before going off with them. Later she would come back to the gym and watch me work out, looking exactly the same as before. I did notice that not one time did she ever leave with anyone again on the same night. Some nights she never left with anyone at all, just shaking her head no when one of them would come over to her. Just once I asked her after she came back from whatever she was doing with a client, she shook her head and told me no. Then she looked down, acting unhappy. I just shrugged, finding that odd. Lee really was a pretty little thing, nice tight body and she kept herself in shape. Tim let her use the equipment any time she wanted to at no charge, the truth there is that Lee was just making her way in the world and having an available lady around was good for business. Other than that, there was only me and the anger, getting hit in the face, stomach, arms, kicked in the head felt good to me and made me more determined. I would hit hard after that, so much so that quite a few of the other guys refused to spar with me. I wanted to go up there, beat the shit out of Patty's brother and her new boyfriend, maybe with some luck find the two goons, then wrap my fingers around Patty's neck and squeeze. The truth? I wasn't even admitting it to myself, but I loved the God damned bitch. I wanted her, I wanted to strangle her at the same time. Crazy? Damned right that is crazy, no way in hell will anyone ever understand that feeling unless you have it happen to you. We read in the papers how some stupid bastard finally gives up, takes a gun and shoots his former woman and then sticks the barrel in his own mouth. That could just as easily have been me for about a year or two. +++ I didn't though, instead somehow I ended up working for Tim as one of his instructors. It was a big cut in pay but I didn't give a shit, I hated driving the damned forklift every day anyway, good teamsters job be damned. Then the matches were fun, and somehow I won a few in a row, even had a rematch with the tall black guy and I won that. He was pretty good and got in his licks, and he was still standing at the end of the match. Tim and I did quite a few of those practice sessions on the mat, but he could no longer stand up to me. I was heavier, stronger, and every bit as fast. The sneers I got from the body builder types early on all stopped. I was now one of them. I remember the day I looked at myself in the mirror and realized I did not even recognize the man looking back. My body was long and lean, rippling with muscles but the loose kind, not the over built look that serious body builders get. I had become a fighter. The shaved bald head and rough short beard added to the animal appearance, the features had become far more rugged, from constantly being hit. Hell, I looked just plain mean, even to me. One other thing I can say is a fact. Hard exercise is good for the love muscle, about once or twice a week I would look over at Lee and smile. She knew by then, and would smile back. It was almost like she was sometimes waiting for me to ask? Those sessions with her were amazing, how she could make me climax several times instead of just all at once I don't know, but she could. Sex with Lee was very nearly as good as it had been with Patty, I found myself comparing them mentally a few times. A few times we went to eat together, that was almost like a date but not really. She told me she really liked me because I always took my time and made sure she enjoyed it too. Being with Patty had taught me a few things about making love, I put it to good use. But sex with a hooker isn't making love, not really, but somehow it felt that way to me. I began to spend the night with her instead of getting up and leaving, she acted like she didn't mind that at all. Many times we fucked again in the morning, those were fun times. But she also always collected the $50, and in advance, too. I wondered about that, no way could she live on what she was doing, so I asked her flat out one day. "I work in a dress shop during the day, it doesn't pay enough but I like doing it. This...doing...doing guys...is just a sideline is all. I wouldn't even do it if I had..." Then she looked at me and blushed. A dress shop? That was probably the last thing I would have expected. +++ When the phone rang one day at the studio, I answered it expecting a customer. Tim was busy working with several chubby ladies, we got quite a few of them in for evening classes. Worried about how to defend themselves if some guy tried to grab them and rape them I guess, fat chance of that from the looks of some of them. But what the hell, it was revenue. Anyway, the guy calling wanted to know if I would like a match. It seemed they had a show going on downtown, cage fighting. I had watched some of that on TV but it hadn't even crossed my mind except for when they held up some guy's hand after a match I would be thinking I could whip his ass. Not something I had any plans of doing at all, but they had a last minute drop out at a big show downtown and needed me to fill in. Yea, sure. I was all set to refuse until the guy told me they would pay two grand for me to show up and fight. "Win or lose." He said. Two grand? That was a solid half dozen house payments, I was making them OK but it was on the tight side. +++ That is how I ended up standing there being introduced as "Hammerfist Hanson". Where in the hell they came up with that name beats the hell out of me but I didn't give a shit. Two grand. Somehow I had a record of six wins with no defeats, and the tattooed animal glaring at me from across the ring was thirteen and two. He looked to be mean also. I was flat on my back in two seconds with the motherfucker elbowing me. I had seen stuff like that on TV but hadn't really done much of it. He had his god damned knee jammed in my crotch and he stunk to high heaven. He jammed his fucking hand in my face, digging at me, I tasted blood and my head swam. Then he started hitting at me while I tried to pull his head down and avoid the blows. Five long minutes of that shit, I was bleeding from a dozen different directions when the round ended. Now I was mad. "Don't let the asshole get on top of you!" I heard Tim yelling from outside the ring. Which is exactly what the mother fucker did. He kept jamming his forearm against my throat, too, making it hard to breath. More blood, but that made me slippery, I squirmed and somehow got loose. I think I got loose anyway, maybe they stood us up, I still am not sure about that. The guy came at me, ducking down to reach for my legs again, I met him halfway with a knee to the face. He staggered a bit, his head rolled back and his arms came up to protect himself from me swinging at him. He took a couple of steps back and tried to charge again. Then his head started to come back up just as my heel came down and hit him right on the forehead. The next one came in a circle and got him flat along side the neck and down he went. I timed that one on the button, snapping my lower leg forward at the knee just as the upper arch of my foot made contact. I was going to jump on him and return the favor of a few elbows but I could see there really was no need at all. There was a bunch of noise and cheers, then they held up my hand. "Hey, we can use you." The guy holding my arm up said, at least that is what I think he said. I limped out of there, two grand in my pocket and a foot that hurt like hell. +++ Train and fight, train and fight. One animal after another, at one point I watched a rerun on cable TV and almost didn't recognize myself. I learned how to choke people out after some prick did that to me one night, some of the matches were just ground and pound. The competition very quickly figured out that I could kick a six foot tall man in the head hard enough to knock them out, using my heels, and with either leg. They also figured out quickly that one of my punches straight down the middle with either hand would spoil their day also. So nearly without fail they tried to take me off my feet, or stay as close as they could to me, pull my head down and bring up a knee. I lost just one that way, saw stars another day and got choked out from behind by a simple rear naked choke. If you can't breathe, you can't fight, that is simple. That guy made my list and fell to me just six months later. He made the mistake of dropping his head on the way in, exactly like he did the first time. The first time he made it, expecting my snap kick so he grabbed my leg, got me down and proceeded to maul me pretty good. The second time he met a right uppercut, then one of my now famous side kicks. I doubt he even remembered hitting the floor. In the fighting circles, "Hammerfist Hanson" became a household name. I was 13 and 2, and getting five grand now to fight. All were under cards, I wanted a main event because that paid lots more, but they kept telling me I wasn't ready. But now I had twenty grand in the bank, things were looking up. +++ At age 35, I was becoming a shade long in the tooth for the profession I had accidentally stumbled into. But the gym was now fairly famous, I had bought in as full partner with Tim and we were making pretty good money. We expanded operations, now we had a major weight room, sauna, exercise classes still full of nice chubby housewives, a massage room that Tim seemed to really enjoy. Tim it appeared, liked hosing the chubby ones and he did quite a lot of that. Funny thing is that Lee, my little hooker gal was around most of the time and Tim had no interest in her at all. Too skinny I guess. I wouldn't have anything to do with the clients, other than sometimes one of them would be sore and I would rub out their shoulders. At first I did that in the back room but there was this one woman named Marie. She was perhaps 40 or so, around 180 pounds but actually rather pretty. I had grabbed one of the bottles of lotion and followed her back there, she sat down on the edge of a bench and dropped the top of her sweat suit, just like that. Her tits were huge, they looked like water balloons hanging there. Then she reached for my dick. She acted all insulted when I turned her down, we ended up losing her as a client too. After that I would only rub out the clients in the main room, I left all of the back room stuff to Tim who didn't seem to mind at all. The only one I ever took to bed was Lee, my slender hooker gal. A few times I even took her with me to matches that were out of town, for some reason she was always hot to trot after a fight. We never did anything at all before a match, I needed every bit of energy I could muster. Then after the match Lee would take care of me, rubbing her naked body over any spot that might be sore. She never asked for money on any of those trips, either. By then I was getting some pretty good billings, and I was still thinking of maybe even getting a championship match. My problem was that I now weighed 215 pounds normally, the guys in the unlimited class were all mostly giants and for me to get under 205 was a strain. I had to work like a Dog to get down to weight. It didn't help at all that I could eat three of those big whoppers at a setting. Other times I would reward myself with one of those 10 pieces buckets of chicken. Just one of my minor weaknesses, I would feel guilty and then work out furiously for the next week or so. +++ I was working at our studio one afternoon with a couple of ladies, showing them how they could "disable a 200 pound attacker" with a few simple blows. Yea, sure they could but thinking they could gave them a more confident air which often did as much to deter a potential jerk as any kind of action could. I looked up at an attractive woman that walked in, it took me a few moments to place her. Patty's mother! What in the hell was her name? I finally remembered, Carla. She walked right up to me, smiled. "Hello, Danny." She said. I nodded, looking her up and down. Skirt too short, top too low and loose, too much makeup. "What can I do for you, Carla?" I asked. "Oh, I was thinking of joining your club, take a few lessons, do some workouts." "OK. I can get Tim to..." I started to say. "No. I want you." She gave me a huge smile. It struck me that what she said could be taken two ways, that evening I knew she meant it both ways. Maybe that was dumb but fucking Patty's mother felt damn good. It was like I was getting a real good poke at Patty by doing that. Carla moved around a lot, and spent a lot of time rubbing my arms and chest, acting like she enjoyed that. What was odd was that in the dim light her body was a lot like Patty's was, except for the brown hair and bald pussy, plus her boobs sagged a lot more. Patty had always been so proud of her red haired covered snatch that she wouldn't dream of shaving it off. "So what is Patty doing now?" I asked her after. Carla was sitting on the bed naked as a jaybird, still rubbing me all over like she was petting a Dog or something. "She is back in town, living with me." Carla grinned. "Oh." I said, doing my best to not give away what just popped into my head. "Maybe it might be better to not mention us doing this." Carla laughed as she rolled over and went down on me. +++ I would have bet money on it and won, because the very next day in walked Patty. She looked around for a few seconds, then she spotted me. "Danny! I saw you on TV, my but you have gotten big." She said, coming up to me like we were long lost friends or something. I really wasn't that much bigger, but it was in different places. The last sounds I had heard out of her mouth was her laughing at her tubby jerk brother spitting on me a few years before. The vision of that slid right into my head. "Working out does that." Was all I said, keeping a straight face. "I just wanted to see you, it's been a long time. I just never dreamed you would be doing what you do now." She was smiling. I looked her up and down, same loose top, same short skirt. But she appeared to be a bit heavier than I remembered. Still, she just basked in my inspection, like she always had. "Let's go get some coffee?" She asked. What the hell, I called one of the staff over to take over my class, getting a couple of unhappy looks from the ladies. Glancing over, I saw Lee standing talking to one of the men, but her eyes were on me and Patty. I saw the flash of anger on her face as we left, I didn't really understand that. I had told her some of it, but she had never met Patty. "I can't believe the way you look now, Danny. You are so big!" Patty said as she sipped her coffee. I had a glass of fruit juice, no coffee for me since I had a match in just a week. "So why are you here?" I asked her. "I just wanted to see you, and since I live here in town now I thought we could get together and catch up." "Not married?" I asked. "No, not now. I was but it didn't work out." "Kind of like we didn't work out, right?" I said. "I really am sorry about that, Danny. I was way too young, but I am all grown up now. You are the best man I have ever known." She reached out and patted my forearm, then rubbed it just like her mother had done the day before. "Want to see my place?" I asked. Silly question, I still lived on my little ten acres out in the country. That was on impulse, what the hell. I suddenly had the urge to fuck her. "I would love to!" She grinned. Just like that very first time, we didn't make it two miles before she had my pants unzipped. "So help me, I swear this looks bigger, too!" She giggled. +++ Yea, I know. Right back to fucking Patty regularly. Sidetracked, I missed my weight, and not by a little bit, I was 217. It was a regional match, too. They announced me as 205 pounds but probably everyone knew, and there was a mixture of boo's when they held up my hand at the end in the second round. It should have been one of my 60 second fights, but I felt sluggish, heavy. None of my fancy tricks worked at all, the kicks I can throw while flying through the air were late, out of time. The trademark moves that drew the fans just did not work, I finally belted the guy with a right hook and he went down like a stone. I sort of fell down on top of him and pummeled him until he didn't want any more. I really wasn't used to that. The regular sessions with Lee ended, also. I still saw her nearly every day, she would always smile and say hello but she never said anything about the changes. A few times I saw one of the other guys come over to her and say something, Lee would nod and they would leave shortly after. Prize Fighter I also found myself lying there in bed with Patty on top of me, yet I would think of the way Lee was when she was with me on those trips. She had always acted so happy those times. Nothing about that registered on me, not really. Patty figured out the deal with Lee in short order, after that she ignored her like she was beneath her or something. Then she asked me if I had ever been with that "slut" that hung around the gym. I admitted that, which started an argument. That ended when I told her there wasn't a hell of a lot of difference between spreading your legs for money, of doing it for free which pissed her off and she left. She knew damn good and well that jab was aimed at her. But she was back later that afternoon, acting like nothing had happened at all. Two months later I was scheduled for a heavyweight match, no way out of it since I ballooned up to 240. Patty loved to eat out, go to fancy restaurants, so we did, almost nightly. I worked like a fool and skipped eating lunches but was losing ground anyway. Water we can sweat off, blubber we can't. My shot at any 205 championship match was out the window. "Man, you need to stay off the damned Cheetos!" Tim told me bluntly one day at the studio. He sounded really pissed off. I didn't say anything. "That broad isn't good for you." He added, which pissed me off. "Mind your own fucking business!" I growled. For a moment there we almost came to blows but he turned and walked away. During that period I don't know exactly what happened, Patty had shown up, we were right back at it and for some reason my anger at her had faded. She showed no signs of being like she had been before except she still dressed in a manner that without fail turned heads. Then one day her brother came by to see Patty about something, and I was there. He looked at me with some nervousness, completely different than the sneer he had given me that day years before. But I smiled and shook his hand. I saw the flash of pain in his eyes as I set right down on his hand, holding it for far longer than I needed to. Then I sat and stared at him as he was talking to Patty about some house they owned jointly that was being sold. He kept looking my way, getting more and more nervous as I just stared at him intently. "What?" He asked finally. "I was just remembering the day you spit on me." I told him. "Danny! Don't you be like that!" Patty said, getting into the middle of what she probably knew was about to happen. "I'm sorry, I don't mean anything by it." I got up with a smile, stretched out my hand. Her tubby brother stupidly took it, I clamped down and pulled him in nice and close and spit in his face. "Wanna do anything about that, asshole?" I growled to him with a grin, retaining his hand easily even though he was struggling to pull it loose. Then I set down even harder, feeling the bones in his hand let go. He managed to not let out a howl but his face showed it. I saw the fear in his eyes, then suddenly I no longer cared about him, so I let go. I was done with him. It was a lot like the feeling I got when something landed dead square on an opponent. Things are over when that happens, I had handled the brother and I was now simply done with him. Her brother left quickly after that, then Patty took me to task. We had one of our fights, and she yelled that she was moving back to her mother's. "So fucking move, then, I don't give a shit." I went over and sat down in my chair. All of what had happened before came flooding back. "You were an asshole then and you are an asshole now!" She yelled as she threw her things into a suitcase. She might have been quieter if she had known what I was thinking. That old fantasy of wrapping my hands around her neck had popped right back into my mind. "You just want to go fuck some other guy!" I snarled right back. But I stayed right there in my chair because I knew that if I got up.... She didn't answer. "But your Mom is just as good a piece of ass as you are!" I added in a rage. "What?" She stared at me. "You heard me." Patty stormed out, I was fairly sure that was the end of that. Tim was right, she was fucking up my life. Again. +++ "Two hundred and forty four pounds, Hammerfist Hanson!" The announcer introduced me. There was a sprinkling of cheers, I glanced over and there sat Lee right up close to the ring. I smiled at her, gave her a little wave, she waved back. Then he introduced the other guy, "Killer Kawolski." 296 pounds, they said, the guy looked to be closer to 400. Hey, even I couldn't make up a name like that, he was a big Polish guy. I had heard of him, he was already up to 12 and zero, and not a single match went past the first round. The guy just waded in and smashed everyone he came up against. It was all grating on me because he was getting all the publicity and he was being touted as getting the next championship match. I knew damn good and well I was there as fodder, just another rung for this asshole to step on, on his way up. Well, we would just see about that, I thought. We went in circles for a solid three minutes, jabbing at each other, getting closer and closer. I managed to land a jab, a bone jarring straight right hand that had no effect at all, then he made his rush which I expected. My right hook caught him flush on the forehead and I had everything in me behind it. Nothing happened, he didn't even blink, he grabbed me and lifted me off the floor like I was a fifty pound grain sack and threw me down on the mat so hard my breath went in a whoosh. Then he was on top of me. It might as well have been an Elephant, I tried everything I knew to get loose and nothing worked. I was hitting him up side the head as hard as I could, that was the last thing I remember doing. +++ There were lights in my eyes when I came to, a couple of men were standing there saying something. All I could think of was to get up before I was counted out, then it struck me I was not in the ring. "Man! What in the fuck happened?" I asked. "You lost, it was 4 minutes into the first round." The guy told me. My head hurt like hell and I could taste blood in my mouth. I managed to sit up. "What does the fat bum expect, coming in like that?" Someone said on the way out. I managed to stand up, Tim was sitting there looking at me. "Hey, tough break, Dan." He said. "Yea." I stood up, then went into the showers. I was in there for a very long time. There was just one guy in the dressing room when I came out, he was there to keep an eye on me, I knew. But there sat Lee, her hands in her lap. "Hey, Bud, I told her to leave but she wouldn't..." The man said. "No problem." I answered. He just shrugged. "Hi Dan. I'm sorry you lost, but I thought maybe....?" She said. At that exact moment, nothing on the planet would have pleased me more. We left and went to my hotel room. I could say we made wild and crazy love but we didn't. Instead, she rubbed lotion on my lumps and stroked me, comforting me and somehow all of that felt good in a way I can't explain. Then we went to bed and she slept cuddled up in my arms. Lee was someone to be with, to share my misery with. The next morning I woke up to find her sitting in a chair waiting. She was fully dressed in a pretty beige blouse and slacks. "I have a flight back home in a few hours." She told me. "Tim and I are driving back, why not ride with us?" I asked. "Really? I think I would like that." She smiled. "Good. That gives us a few hours, come here." I grinned. There was only the one part of me that wasn't sore and we both made very good use of that. Then it was more sleep. +++ I woke up to Lee plastered tight against me. "I know you are...were..involved with that woman, but I really have missed this." She smiled as she lay there nibbling at my neck with her lips. "So have I." I answered, and it struck me I was telling the truth. The long drive home was uneventful, Lee mostly listened as Tim and I talked about doing something to get me back into reasonable shape. How I had managed to get to nearly 250 pounds in such a short time was beyond me. It was a combination of things, one of which was the bad influence of Patty. We even talked about that, I told him the rest of the story which I had kept bottled up inside for years. He sat and listened, then told me if I wanted to commit again like I had before he would help. Back home, Lee was still with me when I got to my house. She had asked to come along because I was still pretty beaten up. That evening she went into my kitchen and dug around until she found enough stuff to prepare a meal. "I didn't know you could cook." I told her as I waded in. "There are lots of things you don't know about me." She smiled. +++ Work. That is what I did, work. I lost 20 pounds the first month and another 15 the second month. I was now back into my 210-215 pound range and I could have taken a match or two with some added effort but for some reason I did not want to. Tim and Lee and I sat and watched the closed circuit TV show where Killer Kawolski became the new champion, dispatching the existing champion in just 3 minutes of the first round. I watched that closely, I could not believe that I had even been inside the ring with something like that. The man was huge, fast and relentless. Tim laughed when I mentioned that. "I can see why you might not want to fight any more." He said. "But at least you have this little lady here." He grinned at Lee, who blushed. I just looked at Tim. Then I looked at Lee. It struck me, over the last two months she had been around a lot like always, but I had not seen her go with anyone at all. She also had not asked me for money which I had noticed but instead of just going up to her apartment we had been driving out to my house where she would spend the night. The few times she didn't go with me made my house feel...cold? With all the other crap going wrong in my life I had been thinking of Lee as a...friend? It must have shown on my face, because I looked over at Tim with a confused expression. "Damn, you are slow!" He laughed again and got up and left. +++ "I want to talk." I told Lee that evening at my house. "OK." She came over and sat down. "What are we doing here? I mean, don't get me wrong, I...uhh...appreciate you being..you know." I managed. "A prostitute? Available? It's OK, I understand. I know what I am." She turned her head but not before I saw a tear well up. "Hey, look. I don't think badly of you, you are fun to be with and I like having you around." "I guess that is it, isn't it?" "You haven't...I mean..I noticed that you haven't been...?" "Hooking? No, I quit. I have been living off my savings. I think I will need to go find a real job soon." "Oh. But you and I...You are here..with me?" "I guess...I just want to...take care of you, Danny." "I can take care of myself." "Yes, I am sure you can." She looked me right in the eyes. After I dropped her off at her apartment that night, I was headed back to my house and I almost turned around and went back. Almost. +++ "I'm sorry you lost." Were the first words out of Patty's mouth when I picked up the phone the next morning. "What do you want?" I asked her. I had no idea at all why she would be calling me. "I just wanted to ask how you are, that was awful." Then she launched into a long string of being nice, she even told me she forgave me for that deal with her mother. "Mom is just that way, it's not your fault." She told me. God help me, I started to relax and talk to her. Finally I told her I needed to go down to the gym, she mentioned she would stop by and watch me train for awhile. I wasn't there for more than 30 minutes when Patty walked in, looking nasty like she always did and acting almost like she owned the place. She spotted me, and headed right over. "What the fuck? You aren't going to start up with that shit again, are you?" Tim said, then he turned and walked away, acting disgusted. Patty and I talked a little bit, then I went back to the mat again. One of the heavy weights on the way up was working with me, starting out on top and I was working on getting loose. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lee walk in, she was nearly over to me when she spotted Patty sitting there. I saw the unhappy look on her face as she turned to leave, I tucked a shoulder, came to my feet as I spun out of the hold my helper had on me. "Lee!" I called out, heading after her. She stopped and turned. I had barely reached her when Patty came up to us. "What are you doing?" She demanded. "I need to talk to Lee." I said. "Why? What do you want to talk to this fucking bitch for?" She growled. "Look, honey. Watch who you are calling names!" Lee told her, her face darkening. "Yeah? What are you going to do about it? Danny and I are trying to work things out, we don't need a whore like you interfering." "I might be a whore but at least I pick and choose instead of spreading for anything that comes along!" Lee snapped right back. With that, Patty reached for her hair. Patty had a solid 30 pounds on Lee's slight frame, she got a fistful of her hair and yanked. Lee dropped down, hooked the back of Patty's knees with both hands and drove forward. Patty went down flat on her back, Lee was on top and she scooted up to press her arms down with her knees. Then she began to pound, finally dropping a half dozen elbows down on her face. All of the fight left Patty, it was over in 30 seconds. Lee stood up, looking down at Patty. "I told you about calling people names!" She stepped back, looked at me. It struck me at that moment that I was proud of her. Patty got up, tried for a few moments to regain her composure, then she hurried out the door. Right then I knew I didn't care. "Where did you learn to do something like that?" I asked Lee. "I have been watching you guys here in the gym for ages." She told me with a smile. "Come on, let's go." I told her. Everyone in the place had come to a stop, staring. "OK." She answered meekly. +++ Lee nearly dropped her cup of coffee when I asked her if she would come and live with me full time. "Oh, Danny." That was the first time I ever remembered her calling me Danny. "I don't know. You know about me? You know what I am...was?" "I don't care, I want you to be with me, be mine! Just me, nobody else, forever!" I blurted out. "Some of the guys at the club...I have been....?" She asked. I knew what she meant. She was also beaming. "Not one of them will ever say a single word about anything." I told her. I was fairly sure nothing would ever be said. After all. I am Hammerfist Hanson, I might have some troubles with that Gorilla named Kawolski but I knew I could whip any of the rest of them. Well, I thought so anyway. Back at the gym a couple of hours later, Tim was just coming out of the massage room, followed by a smiling lady that looked to weigh about 180 pounds. She looked a bit flushed, I just grinned at that. Tim glanced over and saw us, we were holding hands. A few of the guys looked over too, then they went right back to their workouts. I reached out with one arm and pulled Lee closer to me. "OK. Good. About time, too! Now, let's work on getting rid of your fat gut." He grinned at me. "Maybe I can help with that!" Lee said with a laugh. We all laughed and I went to work. That big championship match? Who knows? Maybe I would get it, maybe not. It didn't matter, not that much. I already had what did matter.