RING OF FIRE: Chapter II-Money Pit

It was 10:30 on a Friday night and the air was clouded with smoke in the club known as The Brick House.
A seedy nightclub on the east side of the borough of Bohan, that featured some of the most brutal boxing matches in town. The club was alive with the cheering of the rowdy patrons and the dull thuds of leather on skin as one of the nights under card fights was under way. One of the club’s waitresses Isis was in the ring hammering away at her hapless and clearly inexperienced opponent.
Sweat flew through the air as each blow found its mark on the defenseless girl’s face. The crowd erupted as Isis landed a perfect right hook to her foe’s chin knocking her out. As the referee counted her out Isis paraded about the ring to her fans delight. There was one person in the crowd who was not impressed. Madam Diana, The owner of the Cat House Club was in attendance to check out the competition that has been cutting into her profits as of late. The raucous setting of the Brick House club was the polar opposite of her establishment. Where her own club was designed with Liberty City’s elite and powerful in mind, the Brick House club with its location on the rough side of town drew a more animated and shady clientele. The Madam’s eyes surveyed the club as she kept tabs on her surroundings and was able to make out several of the city’s most notorious figure’s and as one of the few non persons of color in the packed house she too was watched closely.
As workers from the club cleaned the canvas for the night’s main event, she spotted a familiar face in the crowd. Frankie Escalade was in the club with his right hand man, Johnny Denali, conversing with whom the Madam believed to be the clubs’ owner. She had a bottle of the clubs’ most expensive champagne sent over to the trio just as the lights dimmed for the big fight of the evening. The club came alive as Ebony Blackwell, an impressive, young, peanut butter complexioned fighter, with shoulder length, wavy black hair appears encased in a black robe with white trim makes her way to ring with her second in her wake. The cloaked combatant strides through the spectators’ uproar, nodding to either side. Once in the ring, her second whips off the robe to unveil Ebony, wearing only a tiny gold g-string, white gloves and white, hi-top ring boots. As she flexes for the crowd, the announcer remarks, “Ebony stretches the tape at an impressive 36C-26-36 and has a record of 10-3 with 6KO’s.” With a final wave of her glove, Ebony goes back to her corner and confers with her corner girl.
Then a spotlight illuminates the entrance way and there stands, the club champion, clad in her trademark black thong,black boxing gloves and black calf length ring boots with red laces. The clubs’ custom made championship belt wrapped snugly around her waist. The crowd erupts in cheers, shouts, and stomps as the champ starts toward the ring. Her well oiled chocolate toned skin shining under the lights. The announcer waits for her to enter the ring before continuing, “Measuring a firm 34DD-25-47 with a record of 29-0 all by KO your champion, Foxx!!” In the ring, Foxx greets the crowd with a confident wave as she struts around the ring. She returns to her corner glaring across the ring at Ebony as her second checks the lacing on her gloves.
Dressed in a black and white striped, form fitting cat-suit, the referee summons the boxing beauties to center ring for final instructions. Foxx and Ebony nod to her as Foxx makes a few sneering remarks to her opponent. As they touched gloves, she shoved her hands back, but it didn't faze Ebony or at least, it appeared that way. Their eyes were still locked onto each other before they turned abruptly back to their corners to eagerly await the bell for the first three-minute round. Both of their corner girls exit the ring as a hush falls.

From her table the madam has a clear line of sight to the champion’s corner. She took a mental photograph of the boxers’ hard brown body. Foxx was a big girl, standing 6'1, long black hair, her torso toned to perfection; her dark brown nipples were erect in anticipation of the beating she planned to give her opponent. The champs smoldering almond-shaped eyes were focused and confident, her lips full and moist. The madam’s eyes traced over her curves, absorbing every detail, the definition of her well toned abs and arms, her thick thighs, her bubbly 47 inch ass, along with the tattoo on the champs right butt cheek of a very familiar bird. As the madam was eyeing the big girl in the ring, Jessica Layfield a/k/a “Juicy J,” was eyeing her. Layfield knew exactly who the madam was as soon the champagne came over to their table. “What’s she doin’ here?” she thought to herself as she watched the madam size up her fighter. Frankie Escalade was well aware as to why the madam was there. Catching her eye, he smiled. Ever since Juicy J upgraded her stock of fighters, the Brick House’s popularity grew. And with Foxx on the fight card the house was guaranteed to be packed. Of course having a man like Frankie Escalade as a business partner doesn’t hurt either.
Still it had to be a shock to see the madam in her club. Juicy decided to have a talk with the madam after the fight as she settled back to watch the main event.

As they waited for the bell to ring to begin the fight the champion looked down at her boss and her companions and flexed her arms showing them just how much power she had ready for her challenger. She held that pose for a calculated second or two, and then brought her fists together hard.

The madam must have winced as the loud crack resounded through the club, since the
man next to her gave her a strange look. Ebony didn't flinch at the sound of Foxx’s gloves as she simply returned her gaze.

The clang of the bell brought immediate action from both boxers. Foxx was faster, and snapped her jab at Ebony’s face twice even before the bell had finished echoing through the club. Ebony also shot out a jab, but nowhere near as fast. Foxx was slipping her jab even as her second was landing on the challenger’s face. Her back was to the madam at first, so she couldn't see exactly where they hit, but the impact of the champ’s jab was enough to throw her off, and the right she'd intended to smash Foxx’s face with missed cleanly. As she stepped back and to her left, circling, she kept peppering the young beauty’s face with her lightning fast left’s. As they circled, the crowd could start to see the impacts of the champ’s fists on her face. She'd been hit a half-dozen times, and had her counters nimbly avoided. Now Ebony’s back was to the madam, and she could finally see Foxx’s face. Her brown eyes were blazing with determination as her shiny black glove smacked into Ebony’s cheek yet again. Those were nice, crisp jabs, the sorts that really sting and infuriate their target, and they were doing their job nicely. Her right cheek was already red from the black leather, her right eye also showing the effects of the big girl’s 12 ounce gloves, but she wasn't slowing down, moving forwards, bobbing and weaving as she tried to get a punch of her own in. Now that Ebony felt her punches, the champion’s confident look told the crowd that she saw her opponent’s fists as no major threat. Ebony was doing her best to change that impression as she threw another jab, which the big boxer blocked, moving forwards to counter with a right. Diana saw the whole exchange perfectly, Foxx’s right started before hers, slamming right into her nose. The blow stopped Ebony dead in her tracks, although her punch did land a split second behind the champ’s, crashing into her cheek. Her head snapped back as she was knocked off balance, despite having some of its force negated by her punch. Ebony was looking frustrated as a stream of red flowed from her left nostril. The crowd went nuts as everyone had expected to see Ebony flat on her back by now, and she'd been hit at least a dozen times to her one, and bloodied in the exchange.

She regained her balance almost instantly, her cheek reddened from that one punch, and slid sideways. A good thing for her that she did as the champ was storming right in at her. She moved back and to her right just fast enough as Foxx came in with a left hook. Foxx’s fans knew just how hard those hooks were, but she barely brushed her stomach with it. Once again, the challenger hit her in the face, a solid right, slamming into her left eye.

"Good shot,” Diana thought as she slammed another punch into her face although the blows weren't slowing her down, they were racking up the points, and the punches had to sting. Still, she knew that it would only take one or two blows from the bigger fighter's rock hard fists to hurt her badly and so did both of them. In contrast, when Ebony pounded on her head, it hardly moved.

This pattern kept up for most of the round; the champ would jab and move, occasionally nailing her with a straight right, stinging, bruising and wearing the challenger down.
Sometimes, Ebony would manage to catch her with a counter, but never with the crushing blow that she wanted to land as nothing seemed to land squarely. Foxx kept moving forwards, trying to cut her off, and Ebony’s face was showing the effects of her constant punches. Her nose was bleeding freely, and both eyes were beginning to swell. Foxx had a bloody lip, resulting from a counter right that caught her in the mouth, but other than that, she didn't appear hurt. She was putting on a classic exhibition of boxing and winning.

As the round progressed, Ebony was getting a feel for her timing. A few of her punches landed, but always glancing blows, lacking the devastating effect they would have had if they'd landed squarely. Foxx would come back with more stinging jabs and one-two punches.

Near the end of the round, she timed one of the champ’s jabs perfectly. As her rapid jab snapped at her face again, she slipped to the side, and it bounced off her left cheek. Before Ebony could follow up, Foxx slid forwards, her right already whipping in a hard hook at her side. You could hear the thud as her fist connected, her black glove sinking deep into her ribs. The "OOOOMPHHHHH!" told the tale of how badly the blow hurt her, as did the way she doubled over and staggered backwards. As it happened, Ebony’s back was towards the VIP’s, so they couldn't see her face, but they could sure see the champ’s. Her eyes lit up like a kid's at Christmas as she drove the next punch home, her breasts swaying as she shifted her weight. Her left glove crashed into Ebony’s side in the kidney area and she fell back into the ropes. The crowd knew that these two punches had put some real hurt on the challenger.

Ebony’s head whipped backwards as Foxx’s glove found her chin with a beautiful right uppercut catching her perfectly. The slim fighter’s knees buckled; it was only a matter of
moments until she fell. The next blow, a hard left hook into her jaw, came just as the bell rang. Her mouth was wide open, stunned by the impact of the big girls fists on her body, and she fell sideways. Had the ropes not been there, she would have gone down, with very little chance of getting up.

Foxx was following up the stunning blows with an overhand right, it would have landed right on her helpless opponent's nose, but she reacted at the bell and stopped the punch before it smashed into her nose. No one could have faulted her if the punch had connected, the timing was so close, but stop it she did, despite the disappointment on her face as she stepped away, fists still poised to hammer her foe into a pulp.

As Ebony walked to her corner, the effects of the champion’s punches on her face were apparent. There was a good bit of blood running from her nostrils, and her right eye was puffy. Sweat was running down her body. Naturally, the males in attendance were drawn to her lovely body of the champion her dark skin glistened with sweat, accented by a bit of red from the blood she had drawn with her fists, her nipples protruding from her large breasts. One couldn't help but wonder what would happen if Ebony landed a straight punch on one of those perfect nipples, although you wouldn’t be wrong to think that it would go badly for her if she did. Ebony though looked far worse off than the champ. The frustration in her battered face wasn't from the fact that she was losing, but that she hadn't been able to land a solid punch in the last round.

Foxx’s corner girl met her as she approached, sliding gracefully between the ropes. Foxx waived off the stool, choosing instead to stand, while across the ring, Ebony slumped on her stool, clearly hurt as her second helped her get ready for the next round.

As the big black girl stood in her corner, the madam could hear much of what she and her corner woman said. In fact, that was the main reason she chose to sit close to her corner. She wanted as much insight into the way that she fought as she could get, just in case. Of course, there was also the fact that she was well worth looking at.

"You're lookin’ good champ," said the lean light skinned woman coaching her.

"I know", was the champ’s cocky reply.

"You've hurt her good, you’re ahead on points big time. If it goes to a decision, you got it in the bag!"

"Fuck a decision! I’m knockin’ that bitch out!!"

"I don’t know about all that, she's got a good chin. I'm tellin' ya, you could lose the fight tonight.” her corner girl replied with a knowing snicker.

Foxx looked back at her corner woman, "Bitch,your so full of shit", she said with a smirk.

The redhead nodded, "Keep up the pressure and give em their money’s worth champ."

Diana settled back as she watched Ebony’s second take care of icing her eye, cleaned up her bloody face; all the basics needed in such a vicious match, and waited for the
next round. She made a mental note that Ebony’s corner girl was a cut above the usual assistance that most underground fighters scrape up.

Layfield stole a quick glance at the madam as did Frankie just in time to see her joined by her assistant Ce-Ce, who looked on in astonishment at the sight of the thick bodied champion.

Ebony’s breath seemed to come easier as the second round approached, but she
was still feeling some effects from that vicious combo right at the end of
round one. “I've got to give her some credit, she’s got a lot of heart,” the madam said to Ce-Ce as the last few seconds ticked away before the start of the second round. Diana could see no fear on her face, just a readiness to mix it up with the champ again. Just before the bell rang, she slammed her gloves together, the impact driving home just how hard she could slam those gloves into someone.

At the bell for the second round, both fighters came out quickly. Ebony was moving to her left, trying to stay away from the champ’s lethal right. Once again, Foxx was using her reach to good effect, snapping her jab at the smaller woman’s face as she closed in. The sharp crack of leather echoed through the club as the champ landed several stinging blows. Ebony had a pained look on her face as they circled. Within seconds her nose was bleeding again, as the champ was managing to get in the occasional hard right to her face. Foxx seemed to have a feel for her speed and timing, since she was slipping most of Ebony’s punches,parrying a few, only a very few connected, and those not squarely. Still, her foes jab had her lip bleeding again. Each time Ebony tried to load up with a power punch, Foxx managed to block the blow, and then came in with another sharp blow. Her face was puffy, and by now blood was pouring from her nose, her right eye was now swollen shut as the champ continued to land punches at will. As in the first round, she was putting on a clinic in ring domination.

This lasted for about a minute, with the crowd roaring as she popped the previously confident fighter with punch after punch. The madam still was quietly pulling for the underdog fighter and no one had expected her to even be on her feet now, let alone getting beaten up like this. Every punch seemed to hurt Ebony as the champ’s gloves was spreading blood all over her once pretty face, stinging her, bruising her.
Jessica sat with her eyes glued on the action in the ring in front of her. She enjoyed watching Foxx, as well as counting the seemingly endless amounts of money she made the place when she fought.

Ebony was holding her guard a bit lower than she should, her bruised face even more vulnerable to the champ’s punishing fists. She came in with a fast left jab and a right cross with more power behind them than usual. The challenger had no idea what was coming, unlike the others watching the fight. It seemed like slow motion as the jab bounced off her red cheek, smearing some more red across her face. As Foxx came in with her right, she tried to move back, out of range, but too late. As she threw the punch her eyes were sparkling, she knew she had her.
Her fist came around her arm, a beautiful left hook crashing solidly into her jaw. Ebony’s head snapped sideways, sweat spraying as she staggered backwards.
She was clearly hurt, but it wasn't a fight-ending blow.
The busty black boxer moved right in, grinning, and hands up, the ring lights gleaming off her black gloves and brown skin. Ebony tried to slide away, only to run into a left hook smashing into her side as she tried to move to her right, then a right crashing into her other side. The two punches cut off her escape trapping her in the ropes. For the first time, a hint of worry showed on her face as she tried to get away.

Ce-Ce winced as she heard the thud of the champ’s fists connecting with her opponent’s sides. From Frankie’s vantage point ringside, he could see far better than the ladies from the Cat house, it was both ugly and beautiful at the same time. Foxx’s graceful moves as she dug her black clad fists into Ebony’s sides, her face showing her pleasure, her full ass jiggling, nipples stiff as her breasts swayed slightly with each move; she was a thing of terrifying beauty. At the same time, Ebony was writhing in pain as the champ’s fists smashed into her ribs, sinking deep into her sides, forestalling every effort to slide along the ropes and escape the trap she was in.

Each blow brought a pained gasp along with the deep thud as she dug the punches deep into her demolished abs, some of the blows almost lifted her from the canvas. More desperate writhing gained her nothing as Foxx stood firmly planted in front of her, driving her into the corner. The corner in which Diana and Ce-Ce were seated next to, the champion’s corner. She had the best seat in the house for the finale, as Foxx reduced this once proud, skilled boxer to a punching bag.

There was a savage grin on her beautiful face as she saw that her challenger had no escape.
As Ebony tried to protect her ribs, the champ whipped a beautiful right uppercut between her gloves, the blow landing right on her exposed jaw. Ebony’s head snapped back hard, sweat and blood spattering from the impact. Ebony fell back into the corner pad. Her gloves were low, and her mouthpiece was barely in her mouth. Foxx had a wicked smile on her face as she seemed to say something, although it was inaudible, as she brought back her right fist, letting the beaten fighter see what was coming her way, then put all her weight behind it, smashing her glove into her nose. Even over the noise of the crowd you could hear the crunch, as she spread it across her face. The blow had broken her nose, and the stream of blood instantly became a flood, running down her face in red torrents. It was almost hypnotic, watching the barrage of leather as Foxx shifted, hearing the meaty thuds as she once again went to Ebony’s body. In close now, her fists slamming into tenderized flesh. Each solid thud was again matched by a yelp of pain as she blasted the
breath from her lungs, causing her hands to drop to her sides.

The crowd knew the fight was over; Foxx just had to formalize it with her fists. Ebony’s only chance had been to clinch, or find a way to get out of the corner, and it was too late for that, she was helpless. Foxx bent slightly at the knees, her fist dropping even lower, her 197pound body turning into a coiled spring. Her muscles bulged and rippled as her strong legs straightened up explosively, her strong arm lifting upwards as she drove a perfect right uppercut into Ebony’s wide open chin.

As her head flew back in halo of sweat, Foxx was already coming around with another punch, meeting the side of her jaw with a beautiful left hook. Once again, the thud
of leather on flesh echoed through the room as the champion pounded on her addled head, her bruised face contorted with the incredible force of the blows. Diana winced internally as Foxx hammered on her opponent, but that didn't stop her from enjoying a perfect finish to the fight. Layfield was screaming along with everyone else as Ebony’s mouthpiece flew from her mouth. Jessica’s pussy dripped with excitement as she watched the poor girl’s destruction. Frankie had a difficult time containing his own excitement as his hard on strained against his trousers. Sweat and blood spattered on those at ringside as Foxx nailed her again and again, a right hook slamming into her eye, a left uppercut almost lifting Ebony from the canvas as it found her jaw.

Like almost every fighter known, Foxx naturally followed the uppercut with
another right hook to Ebony’s wide-open jaw. She was already starting to crumple as
the blow connected, her face misshapen as the champ’s beefy shoulder drove her fist
home again; finally Foxx let her fall to the canvas in a heap. It seemed that Ebony landed even before all the sweat and blood she'd spattered had settled. Both the madam and her companion had felt more than a couple drops on them.

The count was a mere formality as there was no way anyone would get up after
that beating but a necessary one. Ebony lay motionless on the canvas as the referee tolled off the 10 count, while the champ stood in the corner, waiting, watching. At the
word, "ten," she threw her arms in the air with a sneer on her face.

She stood over the beaten fighter taunting her, before the doctor, kneeling next to her victim called for a stretcher. The crowd was still on its feet when the ref made her official announcement. "The winner by knockout and still champion, Foxx!" The applause was thunderous, with some boos sprinkled in by people who were hoping to see a new champion crowned, but not many. There were even a few wolf whistles from those daring to attract her attention.

Ebony’s right eye was swollen shut from Foxx’s repeated left’s, a stream of blood still ran from her nose, and overall her face was puffy from numerous stinging blows. As Foxx stalked around ring, her magnificent torso was slick with a mix of blood and sweat, mainly her opponents. A look of primal ecstasy was on the champ’s face as she watched her latest victim carried out of the ring.

As the ladies of the Cat House watched the announcements, gazing on this Amazon, Ce-Ce asked her friend, "So that’s why business is down?" To which the madam could only glance back at her speechlessly.

When it came time for the champ to leave the ring, she didn't bother with her robe as she turned, proudly showing herself to all the spectators as she slipped between the ropes. She saw the madam sitting ringside, admiring her and looked her right in the eye. Diana sat there meeting her gaze, never flinching, silently telling her that she wasn't intimidated. The champ growled as their eyes met. Just then Jessica Layfield appeared and said “Congratulations, champ!" before turning her attention to the madam. “So what’s your business here, slummin' it tonight?” The madam stood silently choosing her words as the big boxer and Ms. Layfield continued to stare holes into her. Sensing her unease, Jessica gave her a half smile and sent her prized fighter off to the showers. “Relax champ, I got this one. Besides you know Frankie is waitin’ for you”

Her answering smile made the madam curious; it was the sort of smile a woman
gives when she's in love. With a wink and a sneer, she and her second headed for the lockers, leaving the two bosses to discuss their business “problem”.