Complete 'roid rage

Rick was supposed to be referee, but he certainly didn't want to referee a boxing match where one of the participants had gone nuts.

"You said you had to go, remember," he told Cliff, the bodybuilder.

"After I whip that pussy."

"Come on, man. You don't have to go on like that. You don't have to prove anything."

"You're right, I don't have to prove anything. I want to prove something. All these women come in, they take our jobs, they want to be independent so they don't have to listen to what a guy says, well that's fucked. And Kat is one of those lesbo dyke carpetmunching bitches. Time I teach her a lesson."

Rick was pretty sure Kat wasn't a lesbian although the idea of her going down on Usha had its appeal. He turned to Kat. "We'll get one of the other fighters. Cliff, go home."

"Not happening." Cliff got in Kat's face. "You going to fight me and let me show you what dick feels like, or you going to make me chase you around the gym first. Either way, you're getting fucked."

This was so far off script Rick couldn't imagine how to get it back.

"Come on," Kat said. "In the ring. Show me what you've got."

Cliff pushed past Rick and vaulted into the ring. His boxing gloves making him a little clumsy but he had enough muscle simply to leap over the ropes, landing heavily in the center of the ring. "Come at me, little girl. Give up before you get hurt and I'll let you suck me before I put my big dick up your ass."

Usha turned down the music and all of a sudden, everyone's attention was focused on the ring and the angry man in the center of it.

Rick grabbed the microphone and decided to make the best of a bad situation. "This was supposed to be a demo match, with Kat showing how a woman who trained could handle an abusive male. Unfortunately, Cliff has decided he needs to make a point. Now, all of you can see that Cliff isn't an average guy. I'm guessing he weighs in at over two fifty and if anyone can see fat on him, you're looking a lot closer than I'm willing. I urged Kat to back off but she still wants to make the point. So, let's see how it goes."

He stepped up to Cliff, going chest to chest with the angry man. "When I say break, you break. Three minute rounds and you go to your corner when the bell rings. No low blows, no head butts, no elbows or knees. You got that."

"Or what, you going to beat me up?"

Oh well. Rick figured he might as well swing for the fence. "No. If you don't agree to play by the rules, I'll let Kat break them too. And then I can't guarantee your safety."

Cliff laughed. "Like she could hurt me if I just lay there on the ground and let her. No rules."

Rick looked to Kat who nodded.

"Okay, I'm out of the ring, then. Fight until submission or knockout. No time limit, no neutral corners. Usha, start the match."