When Brian Adams walked into Cookie's gym, he wasn't surprised to find it almost deserted. After all, it was almost three o'clock in the fucking morning on December 26th. But after spending the last two days with his family who'd, as always, expressed their loud-mouthed opinions about what he did for a living, he was in a mood to deliver a beating and Cookie's was his best bet.
But the pickings were slim, if non-existent at Cookie's that night. A few guys were battling it out in the center ring, half a dozen other betting around it. Brian took in the sight, knowing that it would take him less than a minute to take both men out. This was not the challenge he needed.
"Cook," he said, waving to the proprietor, "tell me you're hiding some decent guys in the back."
"Decent compared to you? Sorry Adams but Clarke cleaned house a few hours ago."
"Damn it! Tonight..."
"I know, I know. You guys get so violent during the holiday season."
"Family Cook, you know how it is."
"Sure do. I opened this place up to get away from the fuckers."
"I could take over for you," Brian said, something that resembled a smile twisting his lips.
"And send me back to that fucking asylum? Are you out of your mind?"
"I need to beat on something Cook."
"Cook," said a rough female voice at the entrance, "put me down for a hundred against those two bozos in the ring."
"In two minutes K," Cook said, quickly making his way to ringside as the woman got in.
"Ninety seconds," she corrected him as she got into the ring.
The men in the ring quickly adjusted to the shouts from the gamblers and turned to face their new opponents. While they conversed and planned a new strategy, Brian came forward and watched her snatch off her blue satin shirt to reveal a plain black bra. She refused Cook's offer for head gear and kicked off her girly high heels.
The bell rang and the new match began. Brian was impressed, no way of getting around that. She took two hits, one to the jaw, the other to the shoulder. And then she mounted an offensive that almost made him clap in glee. She kicked one man in the stomach while snapping the other's head back with an uppercut that would have made Mohammed Ali proud. Then, her elbows and knees flew until both men were lying in a heap at her feet.
"God damn it K. 83 seconds."
"How much?" she asked, wiping down her barely sweaty brow with the back of her hand.
"A thousand five."
"Save it for me," she said, brushing back Brian to grab the bag she'd dropped by the entrance.
Intrigued, he followed her to the women's locker room and heard the shower running.
"That was nicely done," he said, plopping himself down on the bed in front of the curtain-less shower, enjoying the sight of her long legs and her broad back.
"This is harassment," she said, looking at him over her shoulder, showing not an hint of modesty as she went on showering.
"Sue me."
"I will. And thanks."
"No problem."
Brian still watched, feeling a bit like a voyeur as she toweled her body dry and pulled on a dark blue thong and a matching sports bra.
"Are you hard yet?" she asked with a smile.
"Getting there."
"Damn, after watching me shower, I would have figured you would have pitched one hell of a tent."
"I'm hard..."
"That's a good start," she said with a smile.
"... To corrupt. Although you're making me forget the path of the straight and narrow."
"And that would be my problem because?" she asked, pulling on track pants and a loose tee-shirt.
"Stupid question."
"Got that right."
Brian watched the woman walk back out and, still fascinated, he followed her to the gym itself. She turned to him and crooked a finger at him.
"Make yourself useful," she said, pointing to the large sandbag Brian was all too familiar with.
Fighting was nothing new to her, Brian realized as she plied her kicks and punches on the bag, hitting it with everything she had. The strength of her hits had him staggering back a few times.
"Now I got a good rhythm going," she told him, her long black hair slapping in wet strands along her face. "You want to show me what you're capable of, big boy?"
"You're tall," Brian told her, "but I still have a good seven, eight inches on you. And I don't even want to get your weight."
"I'm six two, weigh two hundred ten pounds, five percent of that is fat. Try me. I'll surprise you."
Surprise him she did. She moved fast and she kept him on his toes. They used everything on each other, boxing, kick-boxing, wrestling. Nothing was forbidden. Until Brian landed a sucker punch which quickly had her right eye swelling.
"Shit! I'm sorry," he said, rushing her.
"Hey, I'm a big girl. I can handle you. And this. Don't worry about it."
"Let me make it up to you," he offered. "It's the fucking holidays."
"Fine. Fuck me blind in the locker room. You game?"
"You don't know me."
"You're Brian Adams, one half of Kronic. Why you guys don't have the belts proves that WCW forgot how to fuck itself the right way."
"You watch."
"Barely. I'm K. I'm an attorney."
"Bet you win every case you try."
"Bet you're the WCW champion. Come on, I ain't got all night."
What the fuck am I doing, Brian wanted to ask as he followed her to the locker room. He was about to ponder the topic when she pressed him against the door, locking it with one hand while liberating him with the other. He responded immediately by covered her ass with his massive hands, digging into her skin with his fingers as she stroked him and bit into his neck.
"Rough?" he asked her.
"Rough."
And rough they both were until they exploded together, K's back propped against the bank of lockers they'd pushed to the ground in their frenzy. She was a mass of bruises but her body tingled with excitement. Brian's body was covered in nail and bite marks.
"We gotta do this again," he told her as she showered again.
"Yep."
For the second time, he watched her towel her body dry and get dressed again.
"Here's my card," she said, handing him a piece of paper. "Call me."
Brian watched her walk out and smiled. God damn it, he felt exposed and he liked it. He'd found the perfect woman, one who got off on the violence as much as he did. A fucking match made in fucking heaven.