Continuing the story of Penelope Primrose, taking place during the start of the Beautiful Angels of Boxing Entertainment league. 

The author of these stories goes by the DeviantArt handle of thegeorgiapeach. Over the years, I’ve enjoyed his post-match analysis of B.A.B.E. matches very much. But now, he’s covered a year in the life of the former UK Foxy Boxing champion.

Without detracting from the current B.A.B.E. storylines and keeping true to (and in some cases building up) the personalities of B.A.B.E. fighters, this story presented an outsider (UK) view of what was going on with the league. These stories helped make my own fictional world seem more real to me! In fact, as far as I’m concerned, these stories are canon to my own stories.

This doesn’t usually happen but I was so into this storyline, that I actually wanted to help bring some of it to life. And with the author’s permission, I will be re-publishing these stories to the B.A.B.E. blog.

So, (around) every week, you can tune in here for the stories with some associated images. (Not everything will have images… just the action-oriented stuff! And, please, visit thegeorgiapeach‘s DA page for his stories and analysis. It’ll be worth your time!

Story by thegeorgiapeach and art by cpunch . (Please note, some of the images in these stories may have been previously published. Click the highlighted links below for refreshers as you go along.)
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As she passed by the rack, Penelope Primrose grabbed the towel off and proceeded to mop her face and neck with it. She was sweat drenched and breathing heavily, her flushed face grimacing as she pushed on through her circuit training. It was her third day back to full training since her now controversial technical decision victory over Hannah 5 weeks ago, and her body was aching. She had been running and lifting, but knew the time was right to push harder. Beads of sweat trickled down her neck and Penelope was lamenting her decision to wearing the long-sleeved spandex body suit she was squeezed into. Twenty minutes into her workout in the hot gym and she was practically swimming in her sweat, and the intensity in which she was attempting the aerobic circuit had her puffing and gasping for air.

“No, no, no!” shouted her new training partner, Cindy Suzuki. “You’ve got to get your legs higher, like I showed you . . . come on . . . keep going! Don’t slow down!”

Slowing down, however, was exactly what Penelope wanted to do. Three days in a row of feeling sluggish and heavy was weighing on her, and though she appreciated Cindy’s energy Penelope felt it was a little too much. “Mac,” she thought to herself, “never shouted at her. She always complimented and encouraged her. She was back in England however, still working with UK Foxy Boxing.” Penelope missed Mac now, and regretted having thrown her under the bus following her loss to Morgan Mace and thus her UK Foxy Boxing Title.

“Penny! You’ve got pivot and land like this!” Yelled Cindy again, and proceeded to demonstrate how she wanted Penelope to move. “Your bum in, belly out! If you feel your bum jiggling, you’re doing it wrong. Come on!”

“Uggh!” was Penelope’s internal reply. Despite her agony she mimicked Cindy’s own movements. As she continued to sweat profusely, and feel the jiggle of her body at each incorrect step as they grew heavier, Penelope distracted herself from her agony by reflecting on the recent past. Whatever physical pain she currently felt were minor to the demons of self doubt that had crept into her psyche, shaking her confidence and threatening the proud arrogance she had always carried herself with.

While waiting for her stitches to come out, and for her rib cartilage to heal, Penelope had tried to come to grips with where her career was headed. She was the UK’s greatest superstar, to that she had no doubt. One of their youngest ever champions, rising undefeated through the ranks, but it was starting to seem so long ago and her fall so fast from the previous lofty heights she had attained. While she recovered she wallowed in her wounded pride – either at Trixie’s Bar or on her couch. Long stretches of idle time had her reflecting on her career.

Her first ever loss had shocked the UK, when Rayne utterly destroyed her in front of her own fans. Her entourage persuaded her the loss was an aberration, it could happen to anyone. Morgan Mace had brought the lie to that when she knocked Penelope out in the fourth round of another one-sided fight. The whispers grew from there: Penelope had been exposed, Penelope had no chin, Penelope had grown complacent, What’s wrong with Penelope? When Rocky Balboa came calling, listing her credentials as a perfect star for B.A.B.E, Penelope accepted, leaving UK boxing for the bigger and brighter lights.

In B.A.B.E she had met with early success, and it fed in Penelope that she was back to where she had been. But now she wasn’t so sure. . .

“ . . . Penny!? . . . Penelope! . . .”

Penelope snapped out of her reverie and gasped over at Cindy, “What . . . huff . . . is it?”

“Behind you. Rocky wants you.”

Looking through the window Rocky Balboa watched Cindy Suzuki as she led Penelope Primrose through the paces of their circuit training. Rocky missed fighting now and then but didn’t miss this type of training. Upon closer look, neither did Penelope. She was struggling keeping up with Cindy, but most people did. It was good to see Penelope back hard at work, and it was clear she needed it. She was given a clean bill of health and Rocky was here to let Penelope know when she may be fighting again.

Rocky opened the door and strode on over, catching Cindy’s eye. Cindy flashed a two, and Rocky nodded as Cindy and Penelope continued. Watching Penelope up close Rocky saw the agony etched across her flushed and drenched face. Her bright red spandex body-suit certainly caught the eye, sweat stained as it was. It also didn’t leave much to the imagination, and Rocky could see that Penelope was heavier than she had been, every excess flesh jiggling through her movements. Rocky shook her head at the huffing and puffing Penelope, and thought how the rumors of Penelope’s frequent Trixie’s visits were founded and paying a toll given Penelope’s idleness.

Cindy had finished, but Penelope kept grinding through a series of leg lifts.

“Penny, good job . . . Penny, that’s it. We’re done. . . . Penny!? . . . Penelope!” bellowed Cindy at ever increasing volume.

“What . . . huff . . . is it?”

“Behind you. Rocky wants you.”

“Oh . . . puff . . .Rocky . . . a . . . pleasure. What’s up?”

Penelope stopped and grabbed her towel, quickly unzipping the front of her body-suit and wiping her bosom, face and neck. Penelope proceeded to free her arms and roll the body-suit down to her hips and bent over at the waist trying to catch her breath.

Rocky couldn’t help but notice the soft, fleshy folds that formed at Penelope’s waist as she slumped in that position and stymied the head shake she instinctively wanted to give.

“Umm . . sorry, not much Penelope. Just want to have a chat. Nice work out?”

“Yeah . . . trying to get back to it . . . huff . . . Started last week, now trying to up the work rate. Cindy’s . . . got some . . . good stuff . . .” Penelope stood upright and took in a deep breath, her ample bosom heaving as she did so.

“Good . . . good . . .” Rocky found herself distracted by Penelope’s fuller figure. “Come on over here, let’s sit,” said Rocky. Penelope followed her to a couple of stools by the locker room door. They both sat, Rocky slightly mesmerized by the growing spare tire at Penelope’s waist as she settled into her stool. Rocky decided to just move on to the matter at hand. “So, umm . . . you ready to get back in that ring?”

“Sure thing. Ready to build off the last match. Who do you have in mind for me to take care of?” responded Penelope, finally getting her breathing under control.

Rocky took a long look at Penelope. The swelling on her head was gone, the bruising cleared. She has been cleared by the doctors. She clearly was not in top shape, but she could get in better shape in a few weeks. Rocky decided to go with her original plan.

“So, what do you think about Vanity Vale?”

Penelope’s eyes widened. She, of course, knew Vale as a Foxy Boxing legend in the US and the vanquisher of Liberty Lane way back when. Penelope nodded, “She’s kinda old now . . . on the down side . . .”

“Penny, it would give you another chance to take down a marquee name. And yes, Vale has slowed down, and isn’t the fighter she once was, but she can still get it done in the ring. It would be a good win for you. If you could get it.”

“Wouldn’t really be an ‘if,’ Rocky. She was champ years ago . . . but if you think that it would be a fight the public wants, I’ll add that bloated old whale to my victory credits.”

“It would be the Main Event for that card. That’s what you’ve wanted. Two former champs is something all of us want to see. Do you think you can be ready in five weeks?”

“I am ready now! She can’t keep up with my speed, or clearly my youth. I’ll just do what you, Lana and Liberty did. Put her on her back.”

“Five weeks is not much time and you’ve only just now got back into serious training. You sure? I can give the match to Sonja if you need more time to get up to speed.”

“No, Rocky. I am fit. Doctor said so. Just some fine tuning, and Vale will fall.”

Rocky was a little dubious about Penelope’s fitness, though she did think the match was a fair and competitive. They were two fighters trying to fight their way back: one fighting father time, the other an inexplicable fall from grace at such a young age. “OK, Penny. Five weeks from tomorrow night. You and Vale.” We gonna see you at the arena tomorrow night?”

“You got it Rocky. Let Vale know the bad news. As for tomorrow night, I wouldn’t miss it! Ashley and Jade, everyone’s talking about it.”

With that Penelope twirled off to the showers and Rocky headed for her office to meet with Vanity. Rocky glancing over her shoulder at the disappearing figure of the sashaying Penelope, and wondered whether she had just helped or hurt Penelope’s career.

(To Be Continued)