Punched Out At The Palais

(Karen's Night Out)

It was always a good night out at the Palais, you could go for a bit of dancing, have a few drinks and maybe have a few more, which is what most people did on a Friday and Saturday night. People in this area of town worked hard, often in shitty conditions and when the weekend came around then they wanted to spend some of that hard earned money .

There was always another way to earn money though and that was through entertaining the punters in another way and that was by the way of fighting for your money. Men and women would risk their health and sometimes, it was rumoured, their lives for a decent pay day. Karen was one such woman , she had fought for a few years now, feeling compelled to get into it because of her daughter, Sally, and also because her worthless scumbag of a husband spent pretty much all she earned on drink and the horses. She was a fit woman and enjoyed keeping in shape. Don didn't let her work, his idea of a woman's role was being in the home and taking care of the family. She took care of the family alright, she just did it with her fists instead of a mop and bucket.

The crowd was eager to see something nice and brutal tonight, they wanted to see someone get smashed up and have their frustrations eased by someone else's fist on a face. Drinks were flowing easily and there was some singing. The main hall of the Palais was a big hall of the old fashioned style. Built in 1908, it started out as a grand cinema, the kind of place that showed the old silent films with the organ player or a band in the front. Now it housed a full professional ring and a baying, bloodthirsty crowd. This was unlicenced fighting of the style that was common in the Victorian age where a hundred round fight was not uncommon. Tonight's fight was not likely to go beyond a few rounds.

Karen's opponent tonight was a real rough house fighter from Doncaster, Ginny Talbot, she was a woman that was used to fighting and knocking out any woman on the fairground she worked on, often travelling from town to town to take on any woman that wanted a piece of her. Now she was here and willing to batter Karen, though, unlike the drunk and stupid women that felt brave and hard during a night out at the fair, Karen was an experienced fighter and had good skills in the ring. Ginny had need to get out of town in Doncaster for a while after she battered one young woman to within an inch of her life. The young woman took the challenge as a dare from her mates and within the first couple of punches that Ginny landed into the sweet face of her weak opponent, it was obvious that this was no contest. But instead of calling the fight a mismatch and sending the young bloodied woman home with her friends, Ginny decided to teach her a lesson and she laid brutal, face breaking punches into the body and face of the young girl. People were shouting for it to stop and the loser's friends were screaming in panic and fear, they were witnessing their friend being viciously taken apart. The onslaught had gone on for five minutes, at one point Ginny had grabbed the girls matted, bloody hair and was just laying punch after punch into the bruised, torn flesh, now a mashed pulp. Ginny had run into the night, laughing over her easy victory when in fact she was just a bully and this would come back to haunt her in time .

Tonight might well be that time.

Karen made her way to the ring, a woman had popped her head around the door and told her to get ready. Her brown hair was tied back and her red t-shirt fitted her breasts well, she wore a pair of cutoff denim shorts and underneath these a pair of fishnet stockings . She looked hot and she liked to put on a show for the boys. Sure as hell Don never noticed any effort that she made. She punched her fists together and she knew she was ready for this tonight, she wanted it and she wanted the two hundred quid for the fight even more. Christmas was coming up and she had her mind set on a nice stereo and TV for her daughter. She spared a thought for Sally right now and she smiled, this was all worth it, all the risk, the bruises and the pain, all of it, it was all worthwhile.

Karen could hear the noise as she came through the doors and into the main hall. She was close the chairs and the crowd and a few of them patted her on the back and even called out her name.

`Go on, Karen, give her a kicking.' Shouted one voice.

`Go on babes, break her face.' Said another, this time a woman. Karen smiled, brutality and fighting attracted all kinds and some women liked to watch another one fight.

She walked the twenty or so feet to the ring and walked up the steps, ducking under the middle and top ropes. She jumped up and down, her sneakers bouncing well and worth the forty quid she had paid for them. She wouldn't have to wait long to see her opponent. Karen had heard what had happened in Doncaster and she knew that she wanted a piece of this cunt, a bully that battered young girls that were'nt fighters.

Ginny came through the doors and at the other end of the hall and she was met with a mixture of cheers and boos. Apparently a few other people had heard about what had taken place. The underground fight world was a small world really and it didn't take long for word to get around about some fighters.

She pushed through one or two people and she looked angry and wound up. This was good news to Karen, she wasn't intimidated one bit, the other woman's anger would serve her well. Ginny walked up the steps and Karen weighed her up.

With brown blonde hair hanging over lean gypsy stock shoulders, there was a power there, a hungry aching feeling to hurt someone else. Her deep green eyes held a sparkle and this came from the fact the Ginny got sexually aroused around violence, she always had.

She put both hands together and cracked her knuckles, expecting this pathetic show to actually intimidate her opponent. The referee for this shook his head. Refereee was actually a loose term as he wouldn't be in there for the fight but would jump in when the three minutes were over. No man was willing to be in there as one time, during one of the men's matches, one guy had battered his opponent and then not being satisfied with that had then proceeded to kick the shit out of the ref as well. So, no referees in there, with men or women.

Karen smiled and she looked right at Ginny, she wasn't much, Karen thought. Dressed like some cheap slag off a council estate in her blue tracksuit bottoms, trainers and a cut off white top. She had a decent pair of tits and her nipples seemed hard and pointed out. Some of the boys and one of two of the girls here tonight had whistled and called out comments. Ginny liked that, she liked to fuck and hoped to go off with one or two of the boys from the bar after she had smashed this bitch up. She liked nothing more than a good cock in her ass and one in her mouth, especially after a good scrap. Some of the lads on the fairground had nicknamed her Spitroast for obvious reasons but never called her it within earshot.

Ginny wanted it and she wanted to start this up. The announcer didn't announce anything except to shout to the crowd that this was fight night and it was on. He moved fast and got out of the ring. Karen moved forward and let out a bolting uppercut into the left side ribs of the bully. All the wind went out of Ginny and her knees felt weak.

No fucking way, she thought, there was no way this bitch was getting the better of her at this point. Karen followed with an elbow into Ginny's right cheek, making a nasty cut just below the eye. The crowd liked this and especially so early into the fight. There was no pansy ass foxy boxing crap where they danced around like bitches at some burlesque ball, this was hardcore streetstyle and these girls got it on from the bell.

Karen moved back, she had been so tempted in that moment to bring her knee up into her woman's cunt, drop her to her knees and then unleash the other knee just under the point of her chin or into her mouth but that would be too easy and she wanted to teach this bullying bitch a lesson.

Ginny shook the cobwebs from her mind and put her fists up. She felt a little scared right now, she knew that she was facing a woman that was not afraid to move in and mix it up a little. Moving around to her left, Karen moved in mirror form and they weighed each other up again. Ginny could feel a trickle of blood down her cheek and she brushed it away, leaving a smear there, a kind of distorted warrior's mark.

The crowd began to get restless again and called for violence. Karen was happy to oblige. She moved in, feinted a move and punched through. To her surprise though, her opponent had seen this and she dodged the jab. Karen felt a pain in her stomach and realised that this bitch was grabbing her flesh, the nails cutting into her flesh. She looked at the bullying bitch and she was smiling, the blood on her face made her into a gruesome, grinning mask of barely concealed hate. Ginny brought her left elbow up and caught Karen at the side of the head with a brain busting hammer blow and Karen's eyes spun like reels on a slot machine, her knees wobbled and Ginny unleashed another one, this time a little harder. Karen went to one knee, this was not good, she felt sick and dizzy and put her right hand down on the canvas to steady herself, this was not a good place to be, Ginny had let go of the flesh around her stomach area and used that fist to bust a cracking shot into the left eyebrow and then another. The eyebrow was split and Karen cried out in pain and frustration.

She could feel warm blood trickle freely down, the crowd were fucking nuts about this, they loved the blood. They weren't the only ones. Ginny smiled widely and waved to the crowd, some of them booed but just not as many as those that were cheering and shouting for more. She felt like she was winning the crowd over. Ginny stepped back and she launched a kick into the face of Karen.

Feeling with her gut as to what might be coming, Karen moved to one side but the heavy trainer still made contact but with the side of her face on the right instead of her chin as her opponent had intended. It still fucking hurt and the anger and power behind it could have stunned a rhino.

Karen was on her back. Dazed, afraid and feeling sick, she didn't want to puke now, she didn't want people to see her like that. Ginny stepped over and sat down on Karen's chest and she pulled her face up by the hair and started punching with her right hand. A cheer went up for each, Karen counted four in her punch drunk haze and then with all the energy she could muster she bucked her hips and moved to the side at the same time, this dislodged her opponent just enough. Karen had to get this bitch off or else she was in trouble. She knew, even though her senses were all over the place, that she was at the right angle and she put her right fist into a spear shape and thrust it hard into the flabby stomach of this gypo cunt.

Ginny let out an oof and staggered back. There was no conditioning in her stomach area, the rest of her was ok and lean but her gut had always been a problem and now it had really become a weakness. Karen rolled back and up in one move that brought a round of appreciative applause from the crowd, it was a smooth action. Karen managed a swift salute to the crowd. She knew that her nose was broken but that had been bust before and it could be mended, she also felt her left eye closing, the blood and the punches had taken their toll.

Ginny moved forward, she felt the kill and she wanted it, still feeling the pain from the dagger blow in her stomach, a kinda payback for the flesh-grab at the start of the fight. She tenses her fists and felt the bones crack, she wanted to crack this woman's face wide open and she moved towards her like a Boston Slugger, holding no skill but a raw anger and rage and a hunger to see this bitch beg and scream.

`Come on, ye cunt ye. Come and have it here wid me.' Ginny beckoned Karen forward with her fists and smiled a wicked, mocking smile.

Karen took stock, she knew she had to finish this cunt right off and do it now. She also had to be careful as this bitch was a dirty gypo fighter and you never knew what these fuckers had up their sleeve.

Karen stepped forward and, confusing the crowd, she put her hands up as if to say that she might have had enough. Ginny was confused and looked at Karen, she then smiled and then laughed. This was just what Karen had needed, she knew that when this silly cunt laughed she had a habit of throwing her head back and closing her eyes, if even for the briefest of moments. Karen levelled a bone crunching right punch at her mouth and it made contact like a pugilist's wet dream. The bottom and top lips exploded and blood, spittle and at least one tooth spurted into the air and onto the canvas, some of it hitting Karen in the face, the tooth lay on the canvas floor.

`YES…..come on, you gorgeous bitch' said one voice from the crowd.

The decibel level went up now.

Ginny had staggered sideways and now hung onto the top rope, she put a hand up and came back with blood and at least another tooth. She was fucked and not in the way she wanted. There would be no cocksucking tonight and she loved cock. Ginny could see some members of the crowd out of the corner of her eye laughing and one even took a photograph of her while she held her hand to her mashed up, bloody gore hole of a mouth. She gave them the finger and turned to face the woman that was systematically taking her apart. Ginny moved carefully and felt more than a little scared now but she wouldn't give up, she couldn't….not in front of some of the gypsy boys that had travelled with her.

Karen smirked, admiring the damage she had done to this cunt of a woman, a sorry excuse for a fighter. The crowd shouted and she waved at them, she was loving this and so were they.

The floor of the ring had blood from both fighters, it was a gruelling, brutal match that was turning one sided as each second passed. Karen wondered how this bitch felt now, did she feel like the young girl at Doncaster must have felt when she was being battered by this ugly cunt? She really hoped so and so much more. Karen moved in and levelled a beautiful kick at Ginny's left knee, it hit perfectly and the poor bullying bitch didn't even have time to ready herself, Karen had moved with speed and power. The knee bent to the side and Ginny bent to the left as the knee gave way.

`Arrgggggghhhh….you….bitch.' She screamed at Karen, she was holding her knee, it felt like it was on fire and a thousand hot nails were being driven into it.

Karen didn't give a fuck about her knee, she grabbed the hair of the twenty something gypo bitch and slammed a right roundhouse punch into her left eye and then another and then another….she had one more to repay the ones this cunt had given her while on the ground. Smaaaaaaackkk. The sound echoed as the fist impacted upon the flesh.

Karen still had hold of her and she gathered all her strength up and gave her one more but straight into the eye this time. Bammmmmmmm. Ginny screamed like a little girl and cried out. Karen laughed, loving the pain here. The woman held her hand to her eye and she knew that there had been damage, possibly permanent.

Karen put her other hand in this sobbing bitch's hair and she had hold of it with both. Now she had her…she tilted the bitch's head back and looked at her, a pathetic beaten bitch. This was worth more than the two hundred quid, this was priceless payback for what this slimy cunt had probably done to loads of women and girls. Ginny mouthed something.

`What, cunt? I didn't quite catch that? Said Karen, real venom in her voice.

`I….i…give…please, no more….i give.' Ginny let out a wracking sob and a camera light went off again to catch the sight of this bitch on her knees.

`Oh, you give…that's alright then….did the young gal at the fairground plead the same shit? I bet she did and you kept hitting her until she shit her pants.' Karen hated bullies, she had put up with crap at school from people and now this was it, a chance to even the score.

Ginny looked up, pleading, her face a mashed up gory mess. Karen didn't care.

She took her knee back and then swung it right under the chin of this whimpering bitch, the cracking sound was like music to Karen's ears. The gypo's head came lolling back down and Karen met it with another knee smash, this time into the woman's nose, blood exploded and the nose flesh split open and the nose bone shattered. Whoops and hollers from the crowd confirmed without a doubt that the blood and face breaking knee blows had been crowd pleasers. Another two photo flashes also gave an idea that someone meant to keep a memento of the night.

Ginny was nearly out, blood poured from most of her face. Piss soaked her denims and she just wanted to run, run and run, just like the young girl had wanted to at the fairground, the terror she had felt must be what she felt now and regret was the least emotion she felt at this time.

Karen still had hold of her hair and she could finish her now. She wanted to kill this bitch and that thought scared the hell out of her. She looked down, a desperate pleading busted face looked up. Karen didn't feel pity for this cunt but she didn't want to become a savage animal like some women she had heard about, killers driven by the terror and blood.

Karen lifted the woman up by her hair so that she was at face level and then she blasted a savage and fight finishing headbutt into the bridge of the nose of the bullying, piss soaked bitch, letting go of her hair at the same time. Ginny flew back and landed like a loose sack of shit into the ropes. She was out and just lay there. The crowd were over the moon, they had their money's worth. Karen walked over and kicked the woman in the cunt just for good measure. That felt good. Another couple of flashes went off and Karen turned around just as another went off, this time she was caught in it and she looked good standing over her.

A half hour later, a man appeared in her dressing room. Karen had not seen him before, he was a kindly looking gent, salt and pepper goatee beard and a shaved head. He smiled at her and she nodded back. Karen was a little on edge, she knew that she had a few fans out there and she just hoped that this wasn't a crazy version of one. He reached into the inside pocket of his expensive looking black wool coat and pulled out an envelope. It looked full and heavy. He nodded and said just one word.

`Thanks.' And then he turned and left as quickly as he had come.

The brown plain envelope rested on a table near the door. Karen looked over and then decided to find out what or just how much was in there. She lifted it up and it felt heavy. She opened it and let out a gasp. It was packed with twenty pound notes. There must be five hundred quid in there, she thought. In the envelope was a piece of white paper, she plucked it out and it just read –

Thanks for the payback, merry xmas.

Payback? Karen wondered. What the hell? And then she realised that this might have something to do with that shit that went down in Doncaster. Either way, someone had been grateful enough to bung in a big old lump of cash like this. And she was due another two hundred from Mickie Danes, owner of the Palais. This was a good night, though she hurt like hell and the bruised and cuts would be around for a little while, she now had a nice little sum. Sally would definitely get that tv and stereo, good ones as well and not second hand from the pawn shop. Maybe even get her some clothes as well. Karen laughed because Don would know nothing of this extra five hundred or so and he never would.

Epilogue – The day after the fight.

A man walked into the ward where his daughter was still resting. She had been here just over a month and she would be here for a few more weeks. When she had been admitted, there had been a couple of days when it was thought that she wouldn't make it. The doctor's wouldn't accept that another woman had done this. Even though her friends had swore blind, they believed that she had been set upon and battered senseless by at least two men, such was the extent of her injuries. He walked to her bedside and sat down, she woke up from her sleep and smiled and the winced, it still hurt to smile. Her father had always looked out for her. He said nothing but placed a large brown envelope on her bed, she looked at it and then looked at him and he smiled and nodded. She opened it and looked inside and then reached in. She took out a photograph, it showed a woman on the floor with another woman stood over her. She recognised the battered, broken and bruised woman knocked out as that bitch that had put her in hospital in such a savage way. She wondered who the woman with the kind eyes was, the woman that had given her payback and peace of mind. She hoped that she might find out one day and thank her personally. Tears came to Debbie's eyes and rolled down her cheeks, she felt happy and she reached for her father's hand and held it tight.

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