Author's Note - The following story plays as fast and loose with the rules of boxing as most villains do with Valiant Valkyrie's personal space. I'm here for the smut, not a point-for-point simulation. This work is a reskinning and revision of a fanfic I originally published several years ago on a different site. Note that all characters in this work are over eighteen. Now, on with the show.
"Are you ready, Valiant Valkyrie?" Duke Dyson asked. A towering wall of black muscle, he stood tall with his golden Heavyweight Championship belt around his waist and his gloves on. "Are you ready to face me in the ring?"
"Of course!" Valiant Valkyrie announced haughtily.
She stood proudly before him as her sidekick Vestal helped tighten her gloves. The mighty blonde heroine wore her famous costume, which consisted of a blue bikini covered with her golden double-V logo, plus matching mask, boots, and gloves. A golden belt lay cinched tight around her wasp-like waist. Beside her, her eighteen-year-old sidekick wore a very slightly less revealing version of the same costume, only in pink instead of royal blue.
All around them in the dark and dingy boxing gym muscular boxers and rowdy ladies looked on, eager to see the two champions battle. In the far corner of the ring from both combatants a gorgeous black woman in a white-and-black striped bikini waited -- their combination ring announcer and ref. She was a professional model Dyson had been attempting to seduce when Valiant Valkyrie burst in. Chosen more because she was the closest thing to a neutral party readily available than because of her brains or knowledge of the sport, she was biting her lip as she hurriedly thumbed through a rulebook.
"And when I win, you'll have to confess every last one of your crimes," Valiant Valkyrie continued. "That was our deal, right?"
"Alleged crimes," the enormous boxer sneered. "But sure. I will."
Standing before her in loose orange trunks, massive gloves, and his thick golden belt, he cast his eyes up and down her body, and grinned. "And are you ready to fulfill your half of the bargain if I win, babe?"
"Of course," Valiant Valkyrie purred. She tested the gloves, and confirmed to her satisfaction they were on tight. She nodded to Vestal. The pale, raven-haired sidekick ducked down and slipped out of the ring, assuming a nervous place behind her mentor's corner. "But that's not going to happen," Valiant Valkyrie said, planting her gloved hands confidently on her fertile hips, beside her golden belt. "I could beat you with both hands tied behind my back!"
"Really?" Dyson asked, raising an eyebrow. He smirked. "Are you prepared to prove it?"
"Of course!" Valiant Valkyrie said. She lifted her chin and smiled brilliantly, like a model asking for her close-up. "Come give it your best shot, big boy!"
The bell rang, signaling the start of the first round. Valiant Valkyrie remained perfectly still. Her gloves remained planted on her hips, even as Dyson came forward with his fists raised. With a mighty roar the huge boxer sent a devastating haymaker straight into the grinning face of his foe... and yelped as it glanced off..
"Ugh!" Dyson grunted. His arm was nearly wrenched from its socket by the force of his recoiling blow. He stumbled backward and gaped at her in shock.
"What's the matter?" Valiant Valkyrie purred. Not so much as a single hair on her golden-blonde head had appeared to stir under his strike. "Was that a punch? Or did your grandma sneeze?"
"What the FUCK?" Duke growled, gripping one stinging gloved hand in the other.
"You aren't going to do anything to me as long as I have my belt," Valiant Valkyrie said to him. "I just upgraded it to make me completely invincible! And since I specifically excluded it from our deal -- it isn't coming off no matter what!"
"We'll see about all of that, bitch," Duke said. Planting both feet before the smug super-heroine, he wailed on her as if he were running a speed drill on a punching bag. His right followed his left followed his right over and over, with blinding speed and thundering force. Valiant Valkyrie just smiled and stood fast under the hail of punches, completely unaffected. The impact of his punches set her softer flesh to jiggling and her huge breasts to swaying, but she showed not the slightest sign of pain.
"Was that a light breeze?" she asked, as his fortieth punch glanced off her wobbling left breast.
"B-bitch!" was all Dyson could growl in response. Sweat dripped down his face.
Finally, after over a hundred blows had glanced off her, Valiant Valkyrie stuck out her glove and gave the exhausted boxer a light shove on his bare chest. Stumbling backwards across the ring, he collapsed against his corner, arms stretched out across the ropes... just as the bell rang to end the first round.
"Aw, what's the matter? Baby tired?" Valiant Valkyrie purred, mockingly. Hands still on her hips, she spread her legs a little wider, threw back her shoulders, and smirked, feeling the whole gym's eyes upon her. "Thanks for giving my new belt such a thorough test, though, wimp!" she added. "Pity it seems to have you completely outmatched. Guess you won't be seeing me strip, after all!"
Hanging from the ropes and panting for breath, Duke Dyson stared at her with thwarted hatred. Then, a slow sly grin slowly spread across his dark sweat-dappled face, to match hers.
"Actually, I will," he said. "It was one piece per round. And belt or no belt bitch -- each blow is still a point! I won this round a hundred to one!"
The smirk disappeared off Valiant Valkyrie's face and she gaped at him in shock.
"Oh! He's right!" the clueless ref gasped, staring into her book. "Right here -- one point per strike with full force. Which means... Valiant Valkyrie loses the round!"
The gym rats, who had been watching in shock and awe, began instead to leer and chuckle in anticipation. A blush slowly spread across Valiant Valkyrie's cheeks, and she glared at them defiantly, tossing her lustrous blonde hair. But she was a lady of her word. "Fine..." she growled. Reaching down with both gloved hands she managed, with difficulty, to work her padded thumbs into the massive crevices between the cups of her strapless bra and her extruding side-boob. She hesitated for just a moment, gaping down with open lips at what she was about to do. Then, with a soft gasp, she yanked down her own bra. The huge cups popped off her titanic breasts, and the whole gym erupted in whistles as those massive flawless jugs came out to sway and jiggle naked before them.
Lacking the manual dexterity to unclasp her own bra, Valiant Valkyrie instead had to bend over and slowly work it, with great difficulty, over her buxom fertile hips. Meanwhile the entire gym, especially her leering opponent, got to enjoy the sight of her tremendous mommy-fruit hanging down and wobbling back and forth directly in front of her skimpy panties. Finally she got her bra over her hips and slid it down her mighty thighs. Releasing it just past the tops of her boots, she stood up and looked down with open lips as it settled delicately onto the mat at her feet. Stepping carefully out of it, Valiant Valkyrie spread her legs to either side of her discarded bra and stood tall once more, hands returning defiantly to her hips.
"Enjoy it while you can," she said. She thrust her massive bare rack forth with pride, as if daring the gym to get an eyeful, and looked her opponent dead in the eye. "I won't fall for the same trick twice," she growled.
The bell rang for the second round, and true to her word, Valiant Valkyrie immediately lifted her gloved hands off her hips and came strutting forward... her huge breasts swaying. Dyson popped back up off the ropes and advanced cautiously to meet her. But he barely got his stance up before a top-heavy blur suddenly hurtled toward him. "Argh!" he cried as Valiant Valkyrie's right hook smashed his face to one side, and he stumbled backward.
But when the enraged superheroine darted after him for a follow-up blow, the massive boxer managed to get a forearm up and block her. He grunted in pain as his mortal muscles struggled to stop her super-powered punch -- but regardless of who was hurt more it was enough to deny her a second point. Then, while the surprised beauty recoiled backwards, off balance, he slipped his other fist below her punching arm and landed a glancing blow to her massive left breast. It didn't hurt her, but it still counted as a point, and even as she took a couple wary steps back, her large breasts left sloshing from its impact, the gasping super-heroine clearly knew it.
"That belt may make ya tougher bitch," Duke taunted her, see-sawing his massive shoulders back and forth behind his guard. "But it don't give ya talent!"
"We'll see about that," Valiant Valkyrie growled.
For the rest of the round the two fighters danced and traded jabs warily, playing for points. They proved roughly matched in strength and skill. In theory, Valiant Valkyrie still had the advantage, since she didn't actually feel his hits... but in practice she still fought very cautiously. Every time she backed up after an indecisive exchange her buxom hips wiggled nervously... tingling with the knowledge that, by prior agreement, her skimpy little panties would be next to go should she lose. But her mighty fists still made the champ groan in pain each time she did land a hit, and by the time the bell rang he was looking much the worse for wear.
Both fighters retreated at the end of the round. Standing in her corner Valiant Valkyrie put her hands on her hips, and glared righteously.
"You're good," she admitted to the heavyweight champion. "But not good enough. I still won by six points."
"I counted three," Duke said, from beneath a swelling eyesocket. Turning his head, he spat blood. "But yeah... you win. Bitch."
