The Boss the Beginning

Elmer is sitting in his chair on the porch, in front of his trailer house. Drinking a beer, when he hears the familiar sound of a V8 motor coming up. Then he sees Alisa's Impala coming around the corner of the street of the trailer park he lives in. As the car gets closer, he can hear the chorus of the Def Leppard song "Animal" blaring from speakers in the car. He can see four of his girls sitting in the back seat. The Impala pulls into the driveway and stops, Alisa shuts off the motor. Her and Johnny get out of the car. Alisa flicks her cigarette out into the street, then opens the back door, Johnny opens the door on his side of the car. The hookers step out from the back seat, they thank their rescuers and make their way towards Elmer. Alisa and Johnny walk up and stop at the first step of the porch. Alisa leans up against the railing, as she puts one foot on the step. Elmer's eyes can't help but look at her toned, smooth thighs, then his eyes scroll up to her wide, curvy hips and slender waist. The last time he saw her, before the boat explosion. He remembered her having a little more muscle than she does now, probably because she's spent the last two years unconscious on a prison hospital bed. Despite all that she still looks damn good, for someone who's been blown up. Elmer didn't know how she managed to look so good after what she's been through, perhaps the doctors are just that good at what they do. He wasn't going to question it, he's just glad to have her back to set things straight in Stillwater again. "Well Elmer, we brought your girls back. I don't have to ask if you'll hold up your end of the deal?" Alisa said, as she looks at Elmer. "Nope, here you go." Elmer said, as he reaches for a brown envelope on the table by his chair. He offers the envelope to Alisa. She takes it and looks inside, and sees it's stuffed full with hundred dollar bills. The looks at Elmer with a satisfied smile, then tosses the envelope to Johnny. "Elmer you've just bought the best protection money can buy. It's going to be good doing business with you." Alisa said, as she walks up the steps and shakes his hand. "You bet." Elmer said. Alisa turns around and starts walking back to the car. She opens the door and looks at Elmer. "Take care of those girls." Alisa said, as she slides in behind the steering wheel and pulls the door closed. Johnny gets in on the passenger side. The music comes back on, as she starts the car. She shifts into reverse, and looks back as she backs up out of the driveway. She shifts into drive, and rolls on down the street. "Well Johnny what do you wanna do?" Alisa said. "Take me home, I wanna take Aiesha out on a date." Johnny said, as he counts the money in the envelope. Then he takes out his cut and puts the rest in glove box for Alisa. "I got cha. You gotta make it to her, right?" Alisa said, as she turns at the corner of the street. "Yeah." Johnny said. "What are you gonna do?" He said. "Probably go back to the bar, and see what that waitress is up to." Alisa said, as she pulls out of the trailer park and onto the main street. "Or maybe I'll see if I can get some more money, that we can put into building up this gang." "Alright." Johnny said. Alisa stops the car along the curb outside Johnny's house. Johnny gives Alisa a gangster hand shake, and gets out. Alisa drives away as he walks into the house. She lights another cigarette, then turns up the music as she cruises down the street, with one hand resting on the door and the other on the steering wheel. She glances down at the gas guage and sees that the needle is close to empty. Alisa whips her car into the driveway of a gas station and pulls up to the pump. She puts her cigarette out in the ash tray, shuts off the motor and gets out. Someone on sidewalk whistles at her, as she walks towards the store. Alisa looks back at the person who whistled at her, and gives her bare ass cheek a slap and smiles at him. Then she pulls the door to the store open. Alisa pays for a full tank of gas and a pack of cigarettes, then heads for the door. She stops when a flyer on the notice board on the wall, catches her attention. "Underground Fight Club at the arena all fighters are welcome to join. All styles of fighting are allowed. No rules. You could win a shit load of money." The flyer read. After reading the flyer Alisa headed out the door and to her car. She pumps the gas in her car, hangs up the nozzle and gets in. She starts the engine, shifts into drive and peels out onto the street. With the pedal to the metal the whole way. It's a five minute drive across the bridge and to the arena. She quickly whips her car into the parking lot and stops at the curb. Alisa grabs the envelope from the glove box, sge takes off her jacket and throws it in the back seat, rolls up her window and gets out. Alisa locks the doors and heads inside the arena. She makes her way through the foyer, down a hallway and to the main room. Where there are people cheering loud as they watch the fight inside of a caged ring. Alisa steps up to the chain link fence and watches. As two men duke it out, with nothing but their bare hands. She looks around at the crowd, as they cheer every time one of the fighters bleeds or is knocked down. Alisa notices the people watching are holding money in their hands, obviously they were betting on the fight. Then she looks back at the fight, as someone on the outside of the ring tosses in a lead pipe. One of the fighters picks it up, Alisa watches as blood sprays on the mat, as the fighter is hit on the head with the pipe. The fighter falls to his knees as blood runs down his face, from a gash on his forehead, then the man with the pipe cocks it back, and lands a bone breaking hit to the other fighter's mouth. Blood and teeth scatter across the mat, as the fighter is knocked out cold. Then she hears the crowd go wild, some cheering for the winner, others booing because they lost their money. Alisa's attention is drawn away from the crowd, when she feels someone trying to take the envelope out of her hand. She looks over her shoulder and sees a man behind her, before he can look up at her, she slams her elbow into his chest, then grabs his wrist and flips him over onto his back with a single move. That's when a bouncer walks up and shouts at her. "Hey none of that shit! If you wanna fight step into the ring!" The bouncer said. "That's why I'm here. Where do I sign up?" Alisa said. The bouncer looks her up and down and says. "I don't think this is a place for a pretty girl like you." "We'll see about that. Now how do I get in on this fighting thing?" Alisa said. "Talk to the Deacon." The bouncer said, as he points towards the ring. Alisa looks and sees an old man who looks like he's been living the last of his years at the bottom of whiskey bottle. The man is wears an old pair of slacks, cheap dress shoes, a white button up shirt and black fedora, and has white stubble on his wrinkled face, that matches his white hair. The old man is talking to the winner of the fight, and another man who is obviously the fighter's manager. The Deacon hands the winnings over to the manager, who looks pleased with the what he's holding. Alisa makes her way around the ring, so she can get close to the Deacon. She yells out to get his attention. The old man slowly turns around to see who's calling to him. He slowly walks over to the fence, and leans in to hear what she has to say. "I'm here to fight." Alisa said. "Are you sure? It gets pretty rough in here." Deacon said, in a gruff voice with a Brooklyn accent. "Yeah I'm sure. Hey I may be a woman, but I can kick anyone's ass in this fight club." Alisa said. Deacon looks her up and down, but not in a sexual way. More like he's analyzing her, seeing if she has what it takes to be in the fighting. "Alright, you seem like a tough kid. And you're in luck, someone just forfeited. I'll let you in, over here." Deacon said, as he points to a gate. Alisa walks over to the gate, as Deacon opens it. "What your name kid?" Deacon said. "Just call me the Boss." Alisa said. "Boss of what?" Deacon said. "The Third Street Saints." Alisa said. "Holy shit, really?" Deacon said. "Yeah." Alisa said. "Well then you should be alright if the things I heard about you are true." Deacon said. "Step to the center of the ring, so you can meet who you'll be fighting." He said. Alisa nods her head and walks over to the middle of the ring. Where a 6 foot 6 inch tall white guy stands, with his shirt off to show off his body builder body. "This is Samson. Samson, meet the Boss of the Third Street Saints." Deacon said. Samson smiles lustfully as he looks at his opponent in the high cut, thong leotard and high heeled goth boots. "Hey honey the strip club is that way." Samson said. Alisa glares up at the man as he towers over her 6 foot tall, slender, athletic, curvy, athletic form. "Haha, you're funny. You should have your stand up show." Alisa said sarcastically, as she looks him up and down. "Tell me how small is your dick? I mean it has to be almost non-existent at this point." Alisa said. Samson bares his teeth in anger and steps towards her. "Alright, alright enough of that shit. Samson you know how things work around here." Deacon said to Samson. "You're new so I'll explain how all this goes. Anything goes in the ring. You fight until one of you can't continue or until you give up. Each fight you start unarmed, but found weapons are legal. Now you can make side bets on your fight. If you win you get your money back plus interest. If you lose or forfeit, you get nothing. Any questions?" Deacon said. "No." Alisa said. "Are you betting?" Deacon said. "Yeah." Alisa said, as she hands the envelope to him. Deacon looks in the envelope and counts the money. "Five grand." Deacon said. "Put it all on my friend here." Alisa said, as she glares at Samson. "Stupid cunt. Put five grand on me Deacon." Samson said, as he hands over the money. "Alright. Get ready you two." Deacon said, as he starts walking towards the gate. "Your ass is mine, doll face." Samson said, as he puts his fists up in a boxer's stance Alisa doesn't say anything, as she gets ready to fight. "You've been watching too many Kung Fu movies movies." Samson said, as he notices Alisa's fighting stance. "Fight!" Deacon calls out from outside the ring. Samson moves in and throws a right punch at her head. Alisa quickly slaps the punch away, and lands a swift kick to his back. Samson groans in pain from the powerful kick. He quickly recovers and moves in again. Alisa quickly blocks each of his punches, then lands a right hook to his ribs, then a left to other side, then hollers out as she lands a right hook to his face. Samson's world is spinning, as she lands a series of punches to his chest, then lands an uppercut to his chin. Samson falls back as blood spews from his mouth, and slams back on the floor. He shakes his head, trying to get his senses back. He gets up to his knees and looks at Alisa. As she stands ready in stance similar to what Bruce Lee used in his movies. Samson growls in anger as he looks at her. He stands up, as a lead pipe is thrown in at his feet. Samson picks it up and smiles at Alisa. "Let's see how good your karate is when I crack your head open!" Samson said. "Bring it on needle dick." Alisa said. As Samson swings the pipe, Alisa's hands move quicker than the people in the crowd can see. As she catches his hand, and twists the pipe out of his grip, and into her's. Samson goes to throw a jab, but she strikes him on the nose before he could land a blow. He cups his hand over his bleeding nose, as she looks at him with a cheeky grin. "All those steroids and you can't beat little ole me." Alisa said, as she tosses the pipe away. Samson yells out as he goes into a roid rage fit. Alisa yells as she harnesses all of her strength and energy, easily blocking his wild punch, and landing one of her own, to the center of his chest. Samson staggers back, grabbing his chest, groaning in pain as blood runs from his mouth. Then suddenly he drops to his knees, and falls on his face and looks at the crowd with a lifeless stare, as blood runs from his mouth. Deacon and Samson's manager come into the ring. Samson's manager kneels down next to the man's body, and checks his pulse. "He's dead. She killed him." The manager said. Deacon looks at Alisa. The crowd goes wild when hear the news. Some people are naturally mad about losing money, while the rest are cheering for her. "I don't believe it. I honestly thought he was going stomp a mud puddle through you." Deacon said. The manager stands up and starts yelling at Alisa. "You'regoing to pay for killing my best fighter, bitch!" The manager said, as he starts walking towards her. Deacon put his hand on the guy's chest, and stops him. "You just seen her kill your guy with a single punch, and you wanna fight her? Get back before I have you tossed out on your ass!" Deacon said. Then he looks back at Alisa, with a crooked old smile. "You won kid fair and square. Here's your money." Deacon said, as he hands the winnings over to her. Deacon looks at the crowd and then back at her. "I think you have a few fans, haha." Deacon said. Alisa smiles as she looks at the crowd. "I think you're right." Alisa said, as she stuffs the money in her leotard. Deacon start walking her out of the ring. "I hope you come back and fight again. The fights get better, the opponents get tougher, and money gets bigger." Deacon said. "In that case I'll definitely be back." Alisa said. "Good, bring a bigger purse if you want the big fights." Deacon said. "Alright." Alisa said, as she shakes his hand. Alisa looks around at the crowd as they cheer for her. As she walks towards the door and gives everyone a good look at her bare ass cheeks. She can hear cat calls and whistling from the crowd. When she gets outside and heads for her car. She feels like celebrating her triumph of beating Samson. And she knows where to find it, thanks to the phone number on the napkin the waitress gave her early. *********** Next chapter is coming. Let me know what you guys want to see in the next chapter. Thanks for reading.