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“Tell me,” Hauk asked Eliza, while Ali was receiving a pounding in the ring, “do you put much faith in things like actions and reactions.”
“What do you mean?” Eliza asked, looking at the frowning barbarian.
“That I think it’s time to let Blaze know that I’m around,” Hauk replied, and then rose from his seat, “follow me.”

The pair began to walk towards the back just as Tiffany sent Muhammad flying to the canvas, with the palely brown boxer showing no signs of getting back up. To the applauds and cheers of the crowd, Tiffany dropped down on top of Ali, placing her pussy over his face, and began stroking his cock into full rigidity.
As Tiffany mounted her groggy opponent, forcing his entire cock deep into the snug depths of her wet slit, Hauk explained his plan to Eliza, who nodded as she listened, her eyes fixated on the sight of the female boxer riding her beaten opponent.

“Well, it’s not a brilliant plan,” Eliza said, her right hand stroking Hauk’s cock through his pants, “but it beats anything that I can come up with.”
As if on cue, an angry-looking man came barging down the lane towards them, shaking his head over and over again while muttering out a long series of curses.

“Hey you,” Hauk said, stepping in front of the short, barrel-like man, “you’re Ali’s trainer, right?”
“Get out of my fucking way you asshole!” The short man cried out, but soon found his way blocked by Hauk’s much larger frame.
“Are you, or aren’t you?” Hauk asked, placing one hand on the man’s shoulder.
“Damn right I am, but what’s it to you?” The man replied, looking at the tall, muscular man in front of him.
“It’s no fun watching him get beaten up and humiliated in a fight which he couldn’t win to begin with, is it?” Eliza said, stepping in.
“Look lady, Ali’s one hell of a boxer, and I’m not going to speak my mind about this travesty, not when I’m angry.”
“Want to teach Blaze a lesson? Maybe get your money back?” Hauk asked.

“How?” The man had cooled down somewhat now that Hauk mentioned both the prospect of making a little money and getting back at Blaze in the same sentence.
“Go tell Blaze that you want a second fight, tonight. Another contender against Tiffany, new bets but everyone gets to stay in their seats. To her, it’s a win-win situation.”
“Right,” the man nodded his head and rubbed his chin, “but I haven’t got another fighter to send up there, and even if I did, he’d just get slaughtered.”
“You got me now,” Hauk said, “and I’m going to win.”
“I don’t see what so special about you, kid. I mean, you’re big and all, but that Tiffany bitch isn’t getting by through good old skill and grit, if you know what I mean?”
“I know what you mean, and I still say that I could beat her and then fuck her silly every day of the week and thrice on Sundays.”
“Alright,” the man said, “it’s your funeral kid.”
With that, he scurried off to talk to Blaze.