Fight Club

Through a door behind the bar. Past the boxes of beer bottles and cocktail napkins. Down a narrow stair...Lois Lane saw modern cement give way to red brick...and then through another door, into a basement, a sullen crowd gathered around a circle of lights...and the crowd parted before Kallisto, the reporter following in the woman's wake. The thin white shirt was pulled off, tossed idly behind her, and Lois caught it without thinking...saw the tattoo of the Big Dipper constellation across that broad, muscular back...

...and Lois found herself at the edge of the circle, watching the topless woman stride into what the reporter realized, too late, was a ring.

The crowd around Lois roared—and the reporter saw, now, that all of them were women. Kallisto circled to the left, as her opponent circled to the right. This woman, Lois saw, was also topless, with small breasts, one defaced by a wicked scar that spoke of a broken bottle or a knife-fight. Yet where Kallisto was slim of waist and wiry as a boxer, her opponent was heavy, wih one of those great round bulging guts that denoted strength and stamina, like a sumo wrestler. Indeed, now that Lois looked the other woman was Asian, the shiny black hair tied back in a knot, dressed only in a kind of loin cloth.

Someone rang a bell.

The fat woman charged with all the speed and power of a cannonball. Kallisto smiled, gap-toothed, wove out of the way, one fist catching the other woman behind the left ear. The Asian woman barreled into the crowd, knocking people over...and then snarled and spun, just as Kallisto was coming to finish her off.

A knee-strike hit the fat woman in her bulbous belly, and nearly bounced off; too much paddng and thick muscle there. One heavy hand slammed into Kallisto's right breast, staggering the giant of a woman...and then the two were grappling. Sweating, straining, the immense power and mass of the fat woman now putting her at advantage.

After a few moments, those great meaty arms clutched about Kallisto's waist. Lois felt her breath stop as the muscles beneath those thick limbs bunched, crushing Kallisto...who raised her arm back and began to rain a series of precise, heavy blows on the other woman's face. Each impact was brutal. The Asian woman seemed indomitable, even as the blood began to flow from a broken nose...and then an eye closed and began to swell. The grip tightened and Kallisto gasped...she seemed to go limp...

...and then her hands descened to grab the fat woman's nipples.

Strong hands tightened, pulled...and the fat woman screamed. Kallisto grinned savagely as her opponent fell to her knees. The muscular woman broke free with a twist of her hips, and still clutching the teats, which were turning purple between her fingers, pulled hard as she planted a knee strike right in the Asian woman's face.

The fat woman toppled, her nose a crushed ruin, her breasts bruised. Breathing heavy, Kallisto found Lois in the crowd and walked toward her, smiling. Took back her shirt and used it to wipe the sweat from her face.

"Fan, yeah?" Kallisto said. "Now you!"