Hannah is challenged to a fight and has a fling with her opponent's husband, but will it end in tears for the muscular beauty?

(All characters are fictitious and any similarities to any persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental)

Hannah had got to the gym early as usual. The tall, muscular 20 year old never missed a morning. Since the attractive student had begun to earn her college fees by fighting in unlicensed fights across the country she had stuck to a strict regime that had increased her weight by 10 lbs to a full 180 lbs of rippling muscle. Her enormous strength and high level of fitness had seen the stunning brunette triumph against a string of opponents, including a well known bodybuilding TV star, in a number of gruelling contests across the country.
That morning there were a couple of strangers in the gym. A tall guy, around 45, handsome, silver haired and fit looking and a woman, about 5' 10" tall like Hannah but more heavily built with greying curly hair. After Hannah had finished her work out she said hello to the guy who was waiting for his wife while she got changed. It turned out that the two newcomers were called Steve and Debbie. It didn't take Hannah long to realise that they were a couple, indeed husband and wife. Steve soon got into conversation with the big brunette, complimenting her on her superb physique. He seemed fascinated to hear about Hannah's exploits in the ring and mentioned in passing that his wife, Debbie, had considerable fighting experience herself. Hannah assumed that this had taken place some time ago as, to a twenty year old, the grey haired, thickset, Debbie had looked well past her sell-by date for serious combat.
Steve then asked Hannah if she would like to join Debbie and himself for a drink that evening at a bar in town. Hannah was pleased to accept as she was at a loose end that evening and agreed to meet the couple at around 8.

As arranged, Hannah entered the bar and spotted Steve and Debbie sat in a booth along the right hand side. Steve raised a hand in greeting and Hannah made her way across the room, her outstanding physique attracting the usual stares from the other customers.
The big brunette sat down next to Steve and ordered a glass of white wine from the waitress. As a rule Hannah rarely drank but for tonight she had decided to relax.
"So this is Debbie," said Steve, by way of introducing the bigger, older woman.
"Hi, pleased to meet you," said Hannah, who offered her hand to the older woman. Hannah noticed that Debbie had a firm handshake and that the older woman was probably not so old as she had first thought, probably early to mid-forties.
Steve soon got the conversation back to where they had left off at the gym, asking Hannah a number of questions about her training routine. Hannah was happy to provide the answers as Steve became more and more complimentary about her physique. Debbie just seemed to sit back and listen with a fairly sour expression on her face, like she didn't enjoy sitting there while her husband paid compliments to an attractive younger woman. In fact, thought Hannah, Debbie didn't seem to be enjoying the evening at all.
Naturally the conversation got around to Hannah's exploits in the ring. Steve was all ears as Hannah recounted her recent experiences, in particular her recent gruelling fight with Kerri, a TV star and top rated private show fighter who Hannah had defeated after a vicious battle.
At this point Debbie began to show some interest.
"So she's on the TV is she," asked the older woman, "huh, I guess the fight was probably rehearsed."
Unnh, thought Hannah, so this old lady thinks I'm a phony. The big brunette was incredulous, here was this virtual stranger pretty well calling her a liar.
"No," said Hannah firmly, "I can assure you that was no fix, you should have seen Kerri afterwards."
"Why," asked Steve, looking interested.
"Let's just say she wasn't about to do any modelling work for a while," explained Hannah, who smiled to herself at the memory of how she had beaten up the arrogant TV star.
"So you say," piped up Debbie, still looking sour.
"Hey," said Steve, "I happen to believe Hannah. You've been in plenty of fights yourself, if you think Hannah's a fake why not prove it in the ring."
"Why not," muttered Debbie, "I'm not afraid of her."
"Are you serious," said Hannah, a smile playing on her lips. The big brunette couldn't believe what Steve had suggested or that Debbie was prepared to get in the ring with her.
"Sure I'm serious," Debbie replied, "I'm going to the ladies room, when I come back we'll set something up, that is if you think you're up to it." Debbie got up and walked out of the bar.
"Wow, that's amazing," said Hannah, as she watched Debbie walk across the room, "she's seriously challenging me." The brunette looked across at Steve who was studying her intently.
"Well, I ought to tell you, she is pretty tough," replied Steve, "Debbie ran around with a bunch of bikers when she was younger, she used to fight pretty frequently in those days."
"Hm, I don't have a problem with that, I'll take on anyone," replied Hannah.
Steve moved closer to Hannah, a smile on his handsome, tanned face.
"She's a bit of a bully, is Debbie. I really wouldn't want to see you get hurt," he said.
"Oh I don't think there's much chance of that," replied Hannah with a grin, "but surely you wouldn't like to see me give Debbie a beating?"
Suddenly Steve put her arm around Hannah's broad shoulders and his mouth close to her ear, his free hand brushed tantalisingly against Hannah's thigh.
"Well there's something I haven't explained. You see, if you can beat Debbie I promise I can do incredible things for your career," he smiled then continued, "I actually make films of Debbie's fights, the money's real good. Why filming a gorgeous girl like you fighting would be real popular, I bet we'd double our sales overnight if you were our star."
Hannah felt a tingle of excitement. Not only did this sound promising financially but Steve was obviously hitting on her, while his wife was in the bathroom!
Hannah had always found older men attractive, much more so than kids of her own age. And Steve was certainly good looking and presumably highly experienced. Hannah leant closer into him whilst wondering where this would all lead. It felt good and she was interested in seeing if things could go any further, both in the filming line and with Steve. Also there was the interesting fact that Debbie already seemed so jealous of Hannah, why else would the older woman be so keen to fight her. Surely, thought Hannah, the older woman must realise she didn't stand a chance against her, she obviously didn't expect Hannah to rise to the challenge.
In fact the more Hannah thought about it the more she liked the idea of getting in the ring with the older woman. Debbie had been pretty huffy and disrespectful about her record after all, she'd virtually called her a liar. Yes, thought Hannah, I deserve a little adventure, I'll beat up the has been then maybe I'll have a little fun with Steve.
As Hannah made her decision Debbie came back to the table. The older woman noting with a glance that Steve had moved closer to the big brunette.
"Well," Debbie asked, without more ado, "dare you get into a ring with me?"
"Sure, you're on," replied the brunette, "but you're making a big mistake."
"Really," sneered Debbie, "we'll see. Talk comes cheap honey. When do we do it, and where."
"That's easy," replied Hannah, "at the gym, I can get exclusive use of one of the rooms in an evening, it's got a ring. How about this Friday."
"Sounds fine by me," said Debbie, "What about you Steve, are you going to film this fight?"
"Film me and Debbie," queried Hannah thinking, why not.
"Would you mind," asked Steve, "it would be good experience."
"OK, that's cool," replied Hannah, "Friday, around eight, OK."
"We'll be there," said Debbie with a smile, "just make sure you are, honey, cause I'm looking forward to teaching you what a real woman is all about."
"Oh, that's not an issue," replied Hannah, whilst getting a pen and note book from her bag, "here's my cell phone number in case you have second thoughts." She passed the note to Steve, noting the gleam in his eye and finished her drink. Then she nodded to the pair of them and walked out of the bar. Debbie's last remark had annoyed her but it didn't matter, Hannah would pay her back on Friday.

After Hannah had left Steve and Debbie smiled at each other.
"I knew she would go for it," said Steve, "those big muscular types always do," he reached over and patted Debbie's thigh, "but you'll have to be careful, she's darn strong, and she's unbeaten in the ring."
"Don't worry," replied Debbie, "I'll cut the tough girl down to size, just wait and see, just you do a good job with the camera, remember, this is a special job."
"I don't get any complaints, do I," replied Steve, "just do your part right, Hannah's got a big reputation so it should be a very popular tape."
Steve had recorded enough of Debbie's fights to know how to get the right shots. He had got this filming business down to a fine art. It wasn't totally professional but the tapes were good enough to excite anyone with a true interest in fem-fighting. The tapes were sold to enthusiasts who were only too pleased to see real fights even if they were not filmed to the most professional standard, not some rehearsed rubbish like they could find on the TV. There was an especially good market for the sort of tape that featured a super fit muscle girl in action with Debbie. The two of them ordered another drink, it had been a good day's work.

On the Thursday morning Hannah's phone rang as she was relaxing in the shower. It was Steve.
"Hi," answered Hannah, "has Debbie seen sense about the fight?' she asked.
"Why, no," replied Steve, "that's still on, I just wondered if you'd like to watch some of the fight films that I've shot."
"Mmmm," Hannah thought for a moment, "sure, I'd love to. When and where."
"How about this afternoon, at our apartment," replied Steve, who gave Hannah the address.
"Ok," replied Hannah, "say around 2-30?"
"Great," said Steve, "see you then."
The phone went dead leaving Hannah to ponder what to expect at Steve's apartment. He'd never even mentioned Debbie!
At the appointed time Hannah presented herself at the apartment. She was greeted be Steve wearing a towelling robe, looking like he'd just gotten out of the shower. Of Debbie there was no sign.
"Hi," said the silver haired film maker, a broad smile across his face as he studied Hannah, "how about a drink?"
"Fine, a glass of white wine please," said Hannah, looking around the luxurious apartment, "so where's Debbie today?"
"Oh..., she's gone to visit a friend," replied Steve, "she won't be back till late. Take a seat in front of the TV, I've something interesting to show you."
Hannah did as she was told, settling down in front of an impressive large screen TV whilst Steve fixed her drink.
"Here," he handed Hannah her wine, "I think that you might enjoy this." Steve picked up the remote and started up the video recorder.
Steve was right, Hannah did enjoy the tape, a collection of clips from fights, usually involving Debbie. The pair of them watched in silence as the video wound through, Steve only interrupting to replenish Hannah's drink.
As the tape drew to a close Steve turned to Hannah, a satisfied smile on his face.
"Not bad, huh," he said, "but I think that you'd look even better in one of those films."
"Much better than some of those girls," replied Hannah, with a smirk, "including Debbie, that's for sure."
"So how good would you look," Steve asked, a sly grin forming.
"I'll show you," replied Hannah, grinning herself.
Quickly Hannah stripped down to her thong and stood in front of Steve, a smile on her lips as she watched him check her out.
"So, do you think my body's good enough for your films," she asked.
Steve couldn't believe his luck as Hannah began to pose for him, the brunette had a terrific body, strong and muscular but avoiding the steroid crazed excesses of some pro bodybuilders.
"Mmmm, great, you must be very, very strong," murmured Steve, his voice now thick and husky as he continued to study her, his excitement increasing by the second.
"Yes of course, I have to be," replied Hannah as she continued to pose, "after all I'm only interested in winning, that means I have to be the strongest and the best."
Steve couldn't resist the temptation any longer, he reached out and began to caress Hannah's biceps.
"Mmmm, these sure feel the business," he murmured as he continued to fondle her.
"You'll see just how strong I am tomorrow," Hannah said, "I'm going to show you by beating Debbie to a pulp, and you're going to make a great film of it, aren't you."
"Mmmm, sure, I can hardly wait." replied Steve as his hands moved from Hannah' arms to her breasts, his thumbs flicking across her nipples.
Hannah's hand slid down to the belt of his robe and it fell open revealing that he was naked underneath, his body firm and muscular. Hannah's eyes dropped automatically to his cock, still pretty limp yet big and thick and beginning to grow before her eyes, obviously eager for action as Steve continued to stroke her breasts.
She looked back up into Steve's eyes and bent forwards to kiss him. Their lips met and the two of them wrapped their arms around each other, kissing and fondling each other as his cock grew big and hard against her firm young belly.
Suddenly she broke away from him and knelt down and took him in her mouth, marvelling at the size of the head as her lips closed around it. For several minutes she tested his self-control until he gently pulled her away from him and then slipped his hand down between her thighs, toying with her until he sensed she was ready. Hannah went to pull him on top of her but he pulled away.
"No, like this," said Steve as he encouraged Hannah to turn away from him and kneel on all fours on the sofa. He positioned himself behind her resting his hands on her hips.
"Alright darling," he murmured, "hold firm."
"Mmmm, yes, please hurry," gasped Hannah as she awaited him.
Without more ado Steve grasped her hips firmly and entered her. Hannah cried out loud as she took the full length of him and continued to moan as he pressed on in his efforts to reach a climax that finally left them both speechless and panting for breath.
Afterwards they both dressed in silence. Hannah kept looking at her watch, wondering when Debbie was due home.
"I think it's best if I left straight away," she said, smiling at him.
"Sure," he replied, "I'll see you tomorrow night. I'm looking forward to seeing you in action." He grinned, aware of the double meaning. Hannah smiled and headed for the door.

On the Friday evening the threesome met up as arranged at the gym. Hannah led the way through the almost empty building to the room set aside for boxing and wrestling. It was a strange feeling for the big brunette as she had become used to a large crowd of noisy fight fans eager for some action. Tonight she had bolted the door behind them and faced Debbie in front of just Steve and his cameras.
At ringside they stopped and Steve began to wander around checking the light, fiddling with his cameras and so on. Two he set up in fixed positions, the third, smaller one, he would use himself to get the best shots. Hannah looked Debbie in the eye and grinned, she still found it hard to believe that the grey haired woman wanted to fight her.
"No changing rooms or nothing," she said, "so we have to strip off here I guess."
"Suits me," muttered Debbie, "I ain't worried about that sort of thing, although I guess someone like you expects it."
Hannah ignored the barbed comment and began to strip down to her thong. Debbie stripped to a more modest one piece affair which partially, but only partially, disguised her lumpy figure. Meanwhile Hannah was happy to go through her warm-up routine in front of her opponent. It allowed her the chance to give an intimidating display of her big muscles to her opponent and also she was pleased to see that Steve rushed over to film her. With her back to Debbie, Hannah smiled at Steve as she flexed her biceps and thrust out her firm breasts for his benefit, remembering his big hard cock and the pleasure that they had shared together only yesterday. After the fight she felt sure that there would be similar opportunities.

Both women were now ready for action and climbed into the ring, Hannah in particular eager to get started. Once in their opposing corners they both turned to Steve to signal when the fight should begin. Steve checked his camcorder and also that the other cameras were working one last time then he returned to the front of the ring and panned across pausing to capture both of the opponents in their corners.
"OK," he said, "on a count of three." Hannah and Debbie both glowered at each other across the ring. They were both ready and eager to rip the other apart.
"One, two, three," yelled Steve.
The fight had begun. Both women charged to the centre of the ring. Debbie opened up with a wild swing at Hannah's head. The young brunette sidestepped it easily then jabbed at Debbie's head connecting a stinging blow to the older woman's cheek. Once again Debbie swung wildly at Hannah. This time the brunette sidestepped and sunk her fist into Debbie's ample belly. The older woman doubled forwards and Hannah quickly applied a side head lock. Dragging Debbie to the centre of the ring Hannah threw the older woman over her hip then stood back and waited for Debbie to struggle to her feet. As the older woman stood upright a spinning round house kick landed square in the centre of Debbie's chest knocking her down again in one of the corners. Hannah took the opportunity to lean back against the ropes whilst her opponent slowly began to regain her feet and grinned confidently at Steve who was faithfully following the action with his camcorder.
Steve had been taking in the action with his usual enthusiasm. He glanced across at Debbie who was taking her time getting to her feet.
Maybe she's bitten off more than she can chew this time, he thought, as his wife straightened up only for Hannah to smash into the older woman using all of her solid 180 lbs to slam Debbie back against the corner.
"Enjoying yourself," asked Hannah, a broad smirk across her face as she punched Debbie hard in the belly then dragged her opponent into the centre of the ring by her hair. The young brunette then proceeded to grab Debbie's right arm and painfully twisted it up behind the older woman's back before propelling her across the ring towards the opposing corner. Debbie smashed into the corner then found herself being spun around face to face with Hannah. Once again the brunette proceeded to use her rock solid body as a battering ram, repeatedly jolting Debbie back against the corner before changing tack and grabbing the older woman's arm in order drag her out of the corner and then fling her across the ring with an Irish whip.
Debbie crashed backwards against the opposing corner then slumped back lifelessly against the supports with a groan. Turning towards Steve and his camera, Hannah grinned, then raised her arms and flexed her biceps. The brunette then turned her attention back to Debbie confident that the older woman was finished. Mindful of the camera recording her every move Hannah flung herself at her opponent, her powerful legs launching her across the ring like a tigress pouncing on her prey.
Suddenly, and with surprising speed, Debbie twisted aside and Hannah, at full stretch, was unable to stop herself from crashing head first into the same corner where she had recently been tormenting Debbie.
Momentarily dazed, Hannah shook her head from side to side and breathed in deeply whilst wondering just what the fuck had happened. Suddenly the big brunette felt Debbie's big arms slip around her waist from behind and secure the brunette in a strong, unyielding grip before suddenly jerking Hannah up into the air.
"Oh fuuuuck," wailed Hannah, as the rejuvenated Debbie first jerked her opponent up into the air whilst simultaneously assuming a kneeling position with the practised ease of an pro. Meanwhile the helpless brunette rose into the air realising only to well what lay in store for her. On a number of occasions she had been able to stun opponents with a crotch shattering atomic drop, but now for the first time the big brunette was to experience just such a move with herself as helpless victim.
Debbie grunted in satisfaction as she slammed Hannah down hard onto her knee. Hannah's precious crotch was the point of impact as all of the brunette's 180 lbs weight connected with the older woman's solid kneecap with a sickening thud. The big brunette screamed out loud at the horrendous impact then slumped forwards moaning softly to herself whilst Debbie continued to hold her securely in place astride her thigh.
Smiling to himself, Steve continued to film the action. He was pretty sure that he had the undoubted bonus of a good shot of Hannah's horrified expression as she had suddenly realised what was in store for her. Big Debbie had certainly come up with the goods yet again and now she was happily jolting her stunned opponent up and down on her thigh.
"Mmmm, not so fucking cocky now, are we honey," sneered Debbie as she continued to torture Hannah.
The young brunette was totally helpless, the horrendous blow to her crotch had completely numbed her and now her tormentor was jolting her up and down on her knee with impunity, each jolt sending another searing wave of pain through Hannah's crotch.
Suddenly Debbie tired of this and released her grip on Hannah's ribs allowing the brunette to sag forwards off of her thigh. Debbie encouraged her on her way with a two fisted blow between the shoulder blades. Hannah slumped to the canvas like a rag doll and lay still whilst Debbie rose to her feet and waited to see whether or not the big brunette was about to get up and continue the fight. On balance, Debbie thought it unlikely.
Yet Hannah proceeded to surprise the older woman. After a moment the big brunette rolled onto her side and slowly, painfully, regained her feet. Hannah still had some fight left in her after all. Now though the big brunette moved more slowly as a vicious pain continued to throb through her crotch. Despite her surprise Debbie grinned to herself, she could see that this was a mere shadow of the mighty Hannah who had started the fight, it would be no problem to finish her of as she pleased.
The older woman squared up to the big brunette and gestured for her to meet her in the centre of the ring.
"Scared are we," Debbie sneered, "frightened that I'll hurt you some more, honey. And why not, after all you did fuck my husband, didn't you bitch?"
Hannah rose to the taunts as best she could. The two women circled slowly then both moved at once, meeting hand to hand in a test of strength. This was a test that Hannah knew she would have won with ease earlier in the fight. Now Debbie powered the brunette down onto her knees with relative ease before thrusting her own right knee into Hannah's chest. The brunette was flung backwards onto the canvas. Debbie quickly followed up with a leg drop across the brunette's stomach.
Hannah was still gasping for breath as the older woman rolled her onto her belly then planted a foot on Hannah's spine and grabbed the brunette's wrists.
"Time for some fun," she called to Steve as she pulled back sharply on Hannah's wrists. Now the brunette's spine was bent backwards in an excruciating surfboard backbreaker. Steve panned his camcorder from Debbie's grinning face to Hannah's. In contrast the brunette's was a mask of pain as Hannah cried out for mercy.
Debbie continued to apply pressure despite Hannah's pathetic pleas until the brunette was reduced to pitiful sobs of despair. The older woman finally released Hannah's wrists and let the brunette slump to the floor.
"Well, are you going to get up for some more," inquired Debbie with a grin as she kicked the prostrate Hannah in the ribs. She already knew the answer to that and now she looked questioningly across at Steve.
"Have you got enough, baby" she asked, gesturing at the camera.
"Sure that should do it," came the reply, "you know this is going to be one hell of a tape."
Debbie nodded in agreement and reached down, lifting Hannah's head from the canvas by her long black hair.
"Well wasn't that fun," she asked, "well, it was for me anyway, I hope you enjoyed it too. Oh and by the way, your old friend Mrs. Parker sends you her love. She'll be looking forward to enjoying the final tape." With that she let go of Hannah's hair and climbed out of the ring. As Steve gathered up his camera kit Debbie quickly dressed then with her arm around Steve she walked out of the room victorious, leaving Hannah lying prone in the ring.
Later that night Hannah lay propped up in bed holding an ice pack between her thighs. The big brunette was still trying to make sense of the evening's events. She could still hardly believe what had happened to her. But one thing was sure, Hannah was furious with herself for falling into such a trap and the big brunette wasn't going to rest until she had gotten her revenge.