Everyone knew it was only a matter of time before Alicia and Paige squared off for real, they were the two smallest girls the Foxy Lady employed, and really they were to only ones in their weight class. But just because the bout was expected didn’t mean it wasn’t anticipated. The friction between the two was palpable from the moment they met inside the ring. Alicia was a long time veteran of the Foxy Lady, besides monthly fight nights she worked the main stage during the week, had a job as a shot girl at another bar in town, and tended bar one night somewhere else in town. The 30 year old Asian stood just 5’2, but had curves to spare, with a solid rack, full hips, and a big round ass highlighted tonight by the hip hugging metallic gold booty shorts she wore to the ring. Alicia was in this business for the money, plain and simple, she had few skills and liked to party. Working as a stripper paid the bills, and working fight nights paid even better. She rarely fought in the shoot boxing matches, but after her last worked fight with Paige, Alicia demanded a chance to go all out with the new girl.
Paige came to the Foxy Lady through amateur night, held the third Thursday of every month at the club. She was a local college student who came with her roommate Katie in search of some extra cash. Most of the time the amateur was paired off with one of the Foxy Lady’s girls, but Gary made an exception for these two. Paige stood 5’5, and had a slim build, her roommate Katie was 5’10 and far more curvaceous. It seemed the two girls were at odds as to who should have paid which bill, and used the Foxy Lady’s ring to hash out their disagreement. The two girls fought full force for four rounds, with the bigger Katie taking the fight on points, 3 rounds to 1, but Paige kept scraping till the final bell. Despite coming out on the losing end, she was willing to go more rounds till there was “a clear winner.” Both girls were offered a full time job and refused initially. Paige thought she was better than working as a stripper. But five weeks after her fight with her roommate, Paige was back in the ring, this time as a “pro” to fight Alicia in a worked match. Paige prided herself on being a smart girl, she was the first one on her family to go to college, and she could make more in one night foxy boxing than a week of working at the mall. Besides, she told herself, she would have more time to study this way.
Gary said he was impressed with Paige’s scrappy attitude in the ring, to say nothing of her pretty face, or pert small breasts. Truth be told he was scrambling for a smaller girl to fight Alicia since he lost Jessie to pregnancy 4 months back. The first meeting between Paige and Alicia was not the smoothest fight, but one of the most successful. Alicia was a crowd favorite with her exotic looks and having a new set of tits in the ring like Paige was always a thrill. Paige didn’t seem to grasp the whole hit and giggle style of the club, and ended up banging up Alicia pretty bad. Besides the pain of full force punches Alicia had to endure, no one seemed to want to have a shot girl with a black eye, so she missed income. Five minutes after losing her shifts that week, Alicia was on the phone demanding revenge bout with Paige. The feud would wait though, as Gary didn’t want to run the same bout two months in a row. When Paige got complaints for her stiff punches in her next match, Alicia was ready to confront the white girl when she got backstage. The two had to be separated by security, but at the end of the night Alicia got what she wanted, the go ahead to straighten the new girl out in the ring in next month’s main event.
Alicia made it clear she was out to hurt Paige after what she did to her in their first fight. She wouldn’t be holding back this time, and Gary had promised who ever won the fight would be handsomely rewarded on top of the regular real fight pay. All night Alicia and Paige had been sniping at each other talking about what they’d do in the ring. Debbi, now retired to the house mom for the club, was earning her pay. As she wrapped Alicia’s fists she fed her fears that Paige was here to replace her, take her spot the way Amber had taken hers. When it was Paige’s turn, she was in her ear about what a bitch Alicia was, and how she was trying to kick Paige out of the club.
The time for trash talking was past, now it was put up or shut up. Paige and Alicia stood tit to tit in the ring. Paige had her long glowing caramel brown hair held back in a ponytail, showing off her high cheekbones and full lips. Her milky white tits shown with the light layer of oil that had been rubbed on her, pink nipples stood out proudly on her tits. The sky blue shorts she wore rode low on her narrow hips, and she had the top waist band rolled over coming dangerously close to showing the treasure beneath. Alicia also had her jet black hair held back in a ponytail, but her face was framed by two long strands of hair on either side of her round face. While Paige was slim and toned, Alicia was round and womanly, her butt could hardly be contained by the gold shorts she wore, and the slight belly she had seemed only to make her more attractive. Alicia had the bigger breasts and butt, so despite giving a few inches of height to white girl, she had 8 pounds on her white opponent.
When ordered to touch gloves Paige slammed her red mitts down hard on Alicia’s black gloves. For this fight the girls wore 10 ounce gloves that Debbi had purchased for the fight, they’d be here all night if two fighters under 130 pounds tried to stop one another with the pillows they wore in regular matches. Paige had a confidant smirk on her face, she knew she hurt Alicia in her last fight, and was going to get paid for trying to do it for real this time. Alicia for her part was mean mugging the new girl; it wasn’t just payback time form two months ago anymore. Now Alicia wanted to firmly establish the pecking order of the club with the new girl.
As they waited in the corner Alicia tested her gloves on the turnbuckle, 10 ounce gloves felt good on her fists, she knew Paige would feel these. For her part Paige couldn’t wait to mix it up with Alicia, she liked fighting the bigger redhead Katie, and now she’d be tangling with someone her own size. At the sound of the bell both girls came out with their gloves low. The half-drunk crowd roared with approval as the two women began trading leather. Neither girl was much of a boxer, until now Alicia avoided the real fights, and this was only the third time Paige boxed topless. The two warriors stood in the center of the ring and drilled each other with straight arm punches for twenty seconds before it even occurred to Alicia to put her gloves up and block. Paige was disgusted at this sign of weakness from her opponent, and punished her to the gut. Alicia let out an audible gasp when the small red fist found its mark, and when she clutched her belly she ate two more punches from the white girl.
Paige couldn’t help but smile as she battered Alicia, she convinced herself Alicia had been an absolute bitch from the moment they met, and something just felt right about punching that creaky voiced whore in the face. Two more fists smacked Alicia upside the head “What’s the matter, bitch, I thought you were going to give me a boxing lesion,” Paige taunted.
Alicia heard enough, she smashed into Paige’s right tit with a big hook. The brown haired girl hadn’t felt pain like that before. She froze in place for a second, and Alicia made her pay with an overhand right to the chin. Paige was tougher than she looked and stood her ground, no longer too proud to block she got her gloves up to protect her pretty face from the next punch and got back on offense. A big right hand landed for Paige and she mocked Alicia “Is that the best you got, little girl?”
It wasn’t often Paige was the taller girl, but she used her height to land a couple shots in from above and moved out of the way of Alicia’s late round flurry. The bell rang and Paige landed one late shot drawing a warning from the ref and am “Oooooh” from the crowd. Alicia didn’t want to wait for the bell to get back to fighting after that, but was forced to.
In the corner Alicia took in water and listened to her team. She was the more experienced fighter it was time she acted like it and used some defense. “Chin down and hands up.” Paige was sucking air in her corner. The first round had been an all-out affair and she was already a little tired. All too quickly for her taste the bell sounded for Round 2.
Alicia was listening and came out ready to fight with her gloves up easily blocking the prodding jabs of Paige. While the woman in blue looked for a way past Alicia’s defense, the Asian girl scored to the body with some chopping blows. The young college student had a fit body that weathered the storm of leather well. Paige had been hit harder and stood her ground firing her crimson gloves deep into the soft midsection of Alicia. The girl in gold trunks backed off with the brunette in hot pursuit.
Paige pressed the action, but Alicia kept her at bay by throwing out punches as she recovered from the gut shots. The battle resembled a knife fight, as guards tightened. Neither woman was ready for the smaller gloves they wore, having previous fought in 16 ouncers, every punch hurt now. There was some hesitancy on both women’s part to leave themselves open, but when they did strike it was fast and dirty. Fighting was done up close, on the inside, with each woman taking their share of shots to the body and breasts. Clinches were routine, and crowd seemed to enjoy seeing the white girl and Asian tests their breasts against each other. Alicia was winning the battle even before she started employing the old foxy boxing tactic of scraping her gloves’ laces against Paige’s nipples. It was pure agony for Paige’s sensitive flesh, and Alicia took special pleasure in hearing her opponent scream out.
After it happened a second time in the round Paige figured it was no accident and rather than wait for the ref to warn Alicia the caramel brunette took matters into her own gloved hands. As they broke apart from their clinch Paige smacked Alicia square in the mouth, and followed up with a screaming hook to the tits. Alicia didn’t bother trying to pretend it didn’t hurt, and returned the favor, landing two good shots to Paige’s eye.
Alicia didn’t take kindly to Paige clinching with her again, “Let go you little slut,” she roared as she tried to muscle herself free from the woman in blue. She managed to toss little Paige into the corner and pressed her advantage immediately. Black gloves smacked into pink nipples but Paige was able to fight her way out of the corner by the bell.
The fight took off right where it left off at the start of the third round. Alicia had her gloves up high to protect her face; Paige kept her red gloves lower, covering her sore tits. While Alicia kept on her toes, with a little bounce, the girl in tiny blue trunks was flat footed. She was daring Alicia to hit her and hit her she did. Paige ate a jab, then another, and another before she got what she wanted, a clear shot at the girl in gold shorts. As Alicia came with a cross, Paige let a flurry of punches fly, she knew Alicia dropped her hand to throw a cross and made her pay. Paige landed two solid shots to Alicia’s face for her three. The pair locked up in a clinch and started wrestling for control.
“You hit like a girl,” snarled Paige.
“That why'd you tied me up?” mocked Alicia.
“I wanted you close so I could do this.” Paige said as she dug a couple chopping fists into Alicia’s soft belly. Alicia was hurt, but fought back, her black leather fist smacked into Paige’s eye causing the woman in blue to stagger back. Alicia didn’t give her a second’s pause and kept after her. She might have been shorter, but she had plenty of strength to push Paige back into a corner and work on her. The white girl didn’t like getting hit in the belly and dropped her guard to cover up. That is when Alicia went to work hammering the face to the pretty young college girl.
It became clear that the ref wasn’t about to break up this fight, and Paige had enough of getting hit. She fought her way out of the corner matching the curvy Asian punch for punch till they were slugging mid ring at the bell. Alicia was fading and Paige was getting stronger only to have the fight stopped by the bell. The ref was a little scared to step between the two scrappers, but eventually the petite punchers were separated.
Paige went to her corner with her red gloves raised high in victory. One eye was swelled shut, but she wore that mouse like a badge of honor. It was proof she gave as good as she got. Alicia was tired for her part, but still eager to scrap. The fact Paige was standing was all the reason she need to fight. If the slim girl with caramel hair was too dumb to know she was hurt, Alicia would just have to beat her some more.
The crowd roared as the two girls headed out for round four. Both women fought with the confidence that came from knowing they were winning and the crowd was on their side. In the center of the ring the two women slugged it out. Alicia drew first blood, literally as she smashed the nose of the pretty little brunette with her black glove, and blood started to flow. Two more hard shots from the Asian girl to Paige’s face and the ref stepped in to give the girl in blue a standing eight count. Paige couldn’t figure out why the ref had stepped in till the count of four when she noticed the trickle of blood on her tits. Only then did Paige know she was bleeding.
The sight of one’s own blood can have a number of effects on a fighter. It can remind them they are mortal, put fear in their hearts, or inspire to fight harder. Gary was in luck, as Paige was one of the latter types. She saw Alicia out their dancing around like she won on the Price is Right, and she knew she had to hurt her back. This bitch was going to suffer, when the ref asked if Paige wanted to fight, she said, “Hell yeah.”
Alicia was a little surprised the fight was still going, she gave a look of “seriously” as Paige charged at her. She didn’t have time to set her defense before Paige was on her. Red gloves sank deep into the bronzed girl’s soft flesh. Alicia turtled up, but left her body open and Paige punished her for it. After one particularly hard shot to the liver Alicia dropped to the blood spattered canvas. Paige loomed over her, “Come, bitch, we aren’t done yet. You promised me a fight, so get up and let’s go. I said let’s go!”
It wasn’t that Alicia didn’t want to fight. She couldn’t remember a person she wanted to hit more than Paige in those moments, but her body wouldn’t listen. She wanted to curse that brunette whore, but all that came out was groan. The decision to stand over Alicia was working to the girl in gold shorts advantage. Paige had to be dragged back by the ref, and only then did he start counting. Alicia was still on the floor at 8 when she was saved by the bell.
Her corner helped her to her stool and now she was asked if she wanted to fight. Gary didn’t need to reminder her about the pay day for the winner, Alicia was already giving a brave nod, she’d get even with the little girl in blue shorts next round. The activity in Paige’s corner was just as fierce, they were trying to stem the flow of blood from her nose, control the swelling in the little brunette’s eye, and get their fighter ready for the next round.
At the sound of the bell both fighters came out with their gloves low. Alicia was protecting her bread basket; Paige was just too undisciplined to keep her hands up this late in a fight. Alicia wanted to take the new girl into deep water and got her wish, but she herself was in unknown territory. To two sweat soaked beauties met in the center of the ring and slugged it out with all the skill of a drunken brawl outside a club. Wild looping punches were landing for both girls, but the five to ten pounds Alicia had on Paige were proving decisive now. She was slowly backing the white girl in blue shorts up. There was no way she could hear her corner over the roar of the crowd, but basic instinct took over and Paige started to try and cover up. Paige still couldn’t see any punches coming to one side of her body thanks to the black eye she sported and paid the price. Every time she threw a hook, Alicia landed a big overhand right. After one particularly hard hit Paige fell forward for the clinch, pressing her punch swollen breasts into her rivals was better than getting hit.
The ref wasn’t too quick to break things up, the crowd loved these tit to tit duals as Alicia tried to work free to get back to hitting her opponent. Alicia was yelling into Paige’s ear “You’re trash, and you don’t deserve to be in the ring with me. You’ll never be as good as me. Remember that when you wake tits up in the ring.”
Alicia put an exclamation point on her trash talk by breaking free and leveling Paige with an uppercut. Her black glove scraped Paige’s right tit on its way to connect with her chin. The petite brunette fell backwards into a little ball and the crowd roared chanting “A-lee-sha, a-lee-sha!” The Asian girl was egging them on shaking her fists in the air in victory. Paige didn’t get the memo she was beat, something forced her to get up and fight, even now she was crawling up the ropes. At seven she was on her feet, a little wobbly, and the ref didn’t bother to check if she could still fight. The crowd wanted blood and they’d get it by hell.
There was still some bite in Paige’s fists, as she managed to tag Alicia as she came in for the kill with a looping hook that forced the voluptuous girl in gold into the ropes. Paige was on her like a wildcat, smacking her with rights and lefts trying to avenge the knockdown until the two warriors collapsed in on each other. Both of them were too tired and hurt to punch back. The bell sounded the two small girls held on to each other.
Through gritted teeth Alicia whispered, “I am ending this next round.”
“If you had a shot of ending this, it was this round, you’re mine now.” Paige growled back
Smelling salts were out in both corners as the two warriors prepared for the decisive round. Neither of them could last another round. It was just a matter of who could end it first. Paige’s face was a crimson mask, her lips were swollen, nose bleeding, eye cut. I hurt to move, it hurt to breath, but the need to hurt Alicia got her off her stool at the bell. Alicia was exhausted in her corner, she’d been hit hard to the body all fight long, and her arms were beat, she didn’t know if she could get her arms up to defend herself, much less punch that brunette bitch next round. Still there was the will to fight.
Neither woman could muster a defense; they just headed at one another like zombies. Paige had the reach of the two small girls, and it proved decisive. She struck first, stalling Alicia’s charge with a jab, then another. Paige took a wild hook to the tits that stung but sent the curvy Alicia to the ground with an overhead right. The crowd roared, Paige was too tired to celebrate, beside Alicia had too much pride to stay down much to her opponent’s frustration. Alicia’s gloves were dusted off and the two fought on. Paige was stopped in her tracks with a blistering boob shot, Alicia followed up with a hook to Paige’s blindside that spun her around and sent her crashing to the canvas. The crowd was hushed with the impact of that hit.
Paige landed tits first the shock of pain kept her awake, and got her moving to get up. Crawling up the ropes she noticed the bloody imprint of her face on the canvas. Looking over at Alicia leaning in the corner with her smug round face Paige got angry again. She hardly had a mark on her, and Paige would get to say something about that. The two small women staggered together and Paige’s red gloves struck first battering Alicia. The Asian girl had protected her face for most of the fight but it impossible for her to keep her gloves up at this point. If she wanted to protect herself she had to stop Paige by knocking her out. Paige seemed oblivious to the black gloves landing one her body and concentrated on hitting Alicia’s face. The girl in gold ran as best she could but was stopped by the ring ropes, an uppercut stood her up, and an overhand right knocked her down. While the crowd roared.
“Come on, bitch, I’m not done with you yet. Get up and fight.” Paige yelled as she loomed over Alicia.
She looked closer to six feet than her five five. Alicia didn’t know what to do, she didn’t want to get hit, but she didn’t think she could stop Paige either. Laying there with Paige looming over her all Alicia could do was cry. Paige smiled for a moment at the thought of the breaking her prey, but the disappointed when the ref stepped in and called the fight. After all the pain and damage she endured she felt she earned the right to knock Alicia out cold. Still it felt good to have her hand raised as the winner while her rival lay whimpering on the ground. No one would question if Paige belonged in the ring again.
