“Wake up sleepy heads.” Brandy, a round-faced mother in her mid-30’s, said with a smile as she leaned over. Her five year old son had fallen asleep in the arms of his babysitter, a cute 21 year old red headed college student named Katie. Katie welcomed the chance to catch a nap, she’d been busy with school, and her other job as a bartender, but still found time to help Brandy out with her son. Timmy loved Katie, and she loved him too, but sometimes getting sleep was lost on her. Her day was just starting.
It was Friday night and a farm machinery show was in town. Wealthy sales reps and farmers looking for a night of excitement meant there was money to be made tonight at the Foxy Lady Gentleman’s Club, a misnomer if there ever was one. The owner of the club and its patrons were no gentlemen, and the women who worked there could hardly be called ladies. But Katie had to admit that it paid better than just about any job in town. She could make more cash pulling beers at the Foxy lady then she could working five nights somewhere else. Well that wasn’t all she did with her shifts.
Most nights the club played host to stripers, but every Thursday it was fight night, when the Ladies of the club squared off in foxy boxing matches. It was strictly hit and giggle most of the time, and Katie had built herself quite a following. Katie had been hard up for cash, her roommate still owed her money on back rent, and she was trying to both keep the cost of school down and have some fun. Katie knew the club champion got paid triple what her closest competition did, but there was cost, championship matches weren’t scripted, they were real fights. Still Katie had been asking for a shot at a real fight know you got a bonus for knocking your opponent out. The other girls said it was easier than ever to get the bonus as Debbie, the long reigning champion had been defeated had retired to the role of house mother and ref for the boxing matches. One of her first acts was to get some smaller gloves for smaller girls, but now everyone wanted to fight in them for the bigger money that came with a knockout.
Finally she was getting her chance at a real fight. The convention had packed the venue in addition to the local patrons. Most nights you were lucky to get one real deal fight, but Gary had three fights booked tonight were the girls would be playing for keeps. There would be a number one contender match, a championship match, and to open one of the most hotly anticipated fights in recent memory, Kendra vs Katie, blond vs redhead for simple bragging rights.
There were two types of girls in the club, those who had ambitions of doing this just for a while and lifers, and the two did not associate if it could be avoided. Katie was defiantly in the former, one of her favorite things about fighting was she had 45 minutes or more to study before she was due in the ring. Tonight she didn’t feel like studying. She had a brief conversation with Kendra, normally one of her best friends at work, and then retreated to a corner of the dressing room to get changed for the fight. Once she was dressed, or perhaps it would be better to say undressed, her roommate Paige taped Katie’s hands and helped her into her gloves. Katie worked her punches into Paige’s hands for a few minutes. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her opponent Kendra getting her hands wrapped. The platinum blond flashed a nervous grin to Katie. The redhead gave her a cruel stare; they were both here to fight tonight, no reason to pretend otherwise.
“Mickey” by Toni Basil started playing sending a wave of nostalgia over the crowd as Kendra made her way out to the ring. Debbie was fond of saying that she didn’t want to be the one to explain to Kendra that unicorns weren’t real. It was a rare girl indeed who could seem so virginal and pure while working at a strip joint. Kendra was that one in a million girl; she seemed thrilled to see so many people had shown up to see her, or at least her tits. Tonight Kendra wore white tennis shoes, white socks pulled up to her knees, a pleated ivory mini skirt and an aqua blue cheerleader’s vest down to the ring. Besides her blue gloves with white striking area she had pompoms in her hands, so the 80’s track made sense. Once in the ring Kendra handed off her pompoms to her corner and Debbie helped her out of her top. The crowd cheered with excitement. Kendra didn’t have the biggest chest in the world, but her breasts were firm and well-shaped. In truth her best feature was her ass, which peaked out of the mini skirt its round fullness was hardly hidden by the pleats. There was a genuine blush to Kendra’s face as she waved her gloved fist to the cheers she got for being topless. Kendra took up her pompom again and shook them about, while she looked the part of a cheerleader with her bangs and pigtails held in place with blue and white ribbons Kendra had been far too shy to cheer in high school. It was only crippling student debt that brought the young elementary school art teacher into the ring. That and the fact her boyfriend thought it was hot that his girl would slug it out with another chick, the fact they were both topless was icing on the cake.
“Cherry Bomb” by the Runaways began to play as Katie made her way to the ring. Katie first came to the Foxy Lady to settle a spat with her roommate in an amateur fight night and found she liked the money and attention foxy boxing brought. She had told herself she needed the cash that came with a real fight. But if she was honest with herself she would say she was fighting tonight because she was bored with the hit and giggle work, and wanted another real fight. Gary was a little concerned about making such match, but there was clear interest in seeking Katie and Kendra fight it out. It was Katie’s idea for them to wear themed outfits, while Kendra was dressed as a cheerleader Katie wore saddle shoes, white socks pulled up to her knees, a beige and red plaid mini shirt and tiny button down white dress shirt with ¾ sleeves tied in a knot to show off her smooth belly. Like Kendra, Katie had her hair in pigtails, but while Kendra’s was straight and blond, Katie had curls of crimson. This was not just cheerleader vs school girl, it was Becky vs Candy from Rumble Roses (a favorite distraction of her boyfriend) brought to life. In the ring Debbie undid Katie’s top and she stepped out of it with pride. Her big double C tits made Kendra feel like a little girl in comparison though she was three years older than the college student.
Katie threw a few slow punches out trying to loosen up. She couldn’t tell why her nipples were so hard, the chill of the air or the just the excitement of fighting another girl.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight we are pleased to kick off our night of Foxy boxing action with a school yard rumble. Introducing first, fighting out of the red corner, in the plaid skirt, she stands five feet nine inches tall and weighs in tonight with an impressive 37 inch C tonight, please welcome KAYYYY-TEEEEE!”
Katie put both firsts in the air and jumped up and down as her name was called, sending her tits flying and causing the crowd to go wild. The excitement could be felt by her opponent, the platinum blond Kendra, who was nervously skipping around her corner as Katie was being introduced.
“And her opponent, fighting out of the blue corner, in the white skirt, she stands five feet eight inches tall and is proud to put her perky A cups against her opponent tonight, please give a hand for KEN-DRAAAAAAA!”
Kendra lifted one arm with a pompom into the air and the opposing knee like she thought a cheerleader might. She tossed the pompoms aside and headed to the center of the ring to face off with Katie. It was funny, Kendra wouldn’t hurt a fly outside of the ring, but she had the sudden urge to pound Katie’s face in. For her part the redhead had murder on her mind. She hated to admit it, but she liked foxy boxing. It made a certain amount of sense to her, her grandfather had been a barn storming pro wrestler in his day who had wrestled a bear once. This was just carrying on the family tradition.
The two young women stood tit to tit in the middle of the ring while Debbie ran down the rules of the bout. She reminded them that they could call off the fight anytime they got hurt, hoping that the girls wouldn’t see the need to get carried away with this. She knew Katie put up a good scrap as an amateur, but Kendra was a lot closer to her own size than Paige was. With the instructions out of the way, the girls headed to their corners took their mouth pieces and waited for the bell.
The first round was a feeling out process for both of them. It sort of reminded Katie of the first time she had sex. She knew what to do in theory, but figuring out what to do and when was confusing her. Gary told the girls he expected a good show first and foremost, and that they should go easy the first few rounds to avoid a quick KO.
It seemed too many in the audience that Kendra was punishing Katie for having the bigger set of tits. Katie was focused on protecting her soft belly and was taking some hard shots from Kendra to her tits as a result. The girls agreed to avoid hitting each other in the face for the first two rounds of the fight. Katie was beginning to regret that plan.
“Come on, hit her back!” a frustrated patron yelled at Katie, who realized she had been just running scared till this point in the fight. She moved her fists from their protective hug to lash out at Kendra’s pale belly. Kendra groaned, and Katie felt something stir inside, she liked hurting girls. So did Kendra, she stood her ground and hit Katie back. Kendra was getting the better of the two; she landed shots to Katie’s tits and tummy, while Katie had hit Kendra’s bicep mostly. The two women traded leather in the center of the ring till the bell.
Katie was too nervous to sit on her stool in the corner, opting to lean on the top ropes as with her butt facing Kendra while Paige sprayed her with water.
“You’ve got to start throwing punches.”
“I know, I know,” Katie wheezed. She had been running every day to ready for this bout, but still felt exhausted just fighting for one round.
“Don’t tell me, show me.” Paige needled.
Kendra for her part was largely happy with her performance. Her arm was sore but that was about it. Katie wasn’t that tough, and seeing her boyfriend give her the thumbs up filled her with confidence.
Round two got underway with both women meeting head on in the center of the ring. Katie was true to her word and upped her punch output. Kendra fought fire with fire and one minute into the round both of them had tied up in a clench. Both girls were tired but neither one knew enough about ring craft to use this to recover. What started as a scramble for punches to each other’s guts had devolved into a wrestling match. The crowd seemed ok with the move; they loved seeing Kendra strain against Katie. They roared at the sight of the redhead’s larger tits being smashed into blonde’s pink nippled breasts. The pigtails both women wore became targets as first Katie, and then Kendra yanked one to get an advantage. Debbie told the girls to box it out, but neither girl knew how. Katie tried to push Kendra off her with one hand while ripping at her pigtail with the other, while Kendra stumbled into the trick of raking her glove laces across Katie’s nipples. Debbie managed to pry the sweaty girls apart and warned them to box no wrestle.
Katie was irked about getting her nipples scratched, and struck first, smashing her red glove into Kendra’s pretty face. Any agreement about avoiding faces was over as Kendra rocked Katie with a solid punch to the chin. Neither of the girls made an attempt to cover up, they just whaled on each other. Kendra threw big looping punches full of force, but Katie had straighter shots that did damage to Kendra’s face. At the bell the blond and redhead broke off and headed to their corners.
Katie had a trickle of blood from her nose that her corner was trying to stop as best they could by having Katie lean her head back. Getting roughed up seemed to invigorate the young redhead, and she seemed eager to get back to fighting. Kendra’s eye was swelling and her lip was cut, but when Kendra was asked if she wanted to quit she said heck no. The tall blond with the round ass wanted a chance to even the score.
Both girls had improved their defense for round three, Katie had her hands up and Kendra was using her jab more. Even though she was the taller fighter Katie liked fighting up close. Having her body pressed up against another girl’s just seemed to make Katie hit harder. To get in she had to weather Kendra’s gloves and by mid round Katie’s nose was bleeding again. This round found a pattern of Katie taking punishment going inside, and then ripping the body of Kendra in revenge. It saw Kendra backing up for most of the round, but in the final 12 seconds she stepped into a corner and Katie unloaded. After hitting the body several times she split Kendra’s defenses with a jarring upper cut the rocked the blonde’s chin, then paint brushed her with two crosses. A more professional ref might have called for a standing eight count, but Kendra just took more punches. At the bell Katie turned to head to her corner with her red gloves held high over her head.
Katie sat down in her corner and took a sip of water before looking across the ring. There was the blond in her cheerleader skirt standing tall with a look of murder on her face. Her arms were low at her sides and her small chest was heaving in equal measures rage and fatigue. Kendra refused water and ice, the only thing that would soothe her aching body was getting back at the woman who mauled her in the corner. Katie recognized Kendra’s choice to stand unaided for the challenge it was. She stood up immediately and ordered her corner to forget about trying to stop the bleeding from her nose and give her the mouth piece back. Katie taunted her rival across the ring by pressing her tits together with her gloves, drawing more applause from the patrons. They were playing for keeps now.
At the sound of the bell the schoolgirl and the cheerleader met in the center of the ring and began their brutal work in round four. Blond and red pigtails sent sweat flying into the floor as both girls rocked each other with punches. Kendra’s blue gloves had been stained pink in the last round smashing Katie’s nose, but now they dug deep into the redhead, smashing one breast into the other with hooks. Katie was stunned with pain and paid the price for clutching her chest when the blonde followed up with an overhand right that sent the redhead crashing to the mat. A roar came up from the crowd and Kendra looked over to her boyfriend who was standing on his feet applauding his girl. The blonde in the pleated ivory skirt couldn’t help but beam with pride. While Debbie counted Katie scrambled to her feet, she was a little unsteady pulling herself on the ropes, but clearly wanted to fight some more.
Kendra couldn’t help but pout a little when she saw the girl in the plaid mini skirt was back on her feet with her gloves up. She was a little unsteady on her feet, but Debbie thought she earned the right to go down swinging. Katie at least had her gloves up high as she approached her blond foe. Kendra was back to throwing her jab, but the redhead had stumbled into a counter. She fought small and shifted her weight from one foot to the other in a crouch as she moved into battle avoiding the worst of jab. Having stumbled her way to a Dempsey roll, Katie made it work for her battering the body of Kendra with short chopping punches. One hard shot fell right on Kendra’s liver and the girl dropped in agony.
Debbie started the count but she knew from her years on the ring this was just a formality. No fighter, male or female, could come back from a punch like that. The pretty blonde was openly crying at this point and her boyfriend was heading into the ring to check on her. Katie for her part still had her gloves up but it was clear she was praying her foe wouldn’t get up. The bell rang as Debbie waved off the fight. Katie started crying and she fell to her knees, overcome with emotion from her win and exhaustion from fighting the game opponent. The redhead crawled over to Kendra to check on her, the two managed a little hug to show they were still friends, and Katie apologized for bleeding on the blonde.
After a few minutes Kendra gained enough composure to get to her feet and stand next to Katie as she had her hand raised.
“The winner of the match and toughest girl on the playground is KAYYYYY-TEEEEE!”
Kendra was still crying at this point, and unable to lift her head, more in a shame from losing rather than the pain. Katie seemed a little shy for the first time this evening as if she suddenly was aware she had no top on for the first time tonight. Bloody and bruised as she was, the girl still had the crowd in the palm of her glove hand as they cheer the victorious college student. Gary was beside himself on this one; he’d lucked his way into a co-ed who loved to scrap and had a rack for the ages. He hoped her bruises healed soon because there was sure to be a demand to see the curly haired warrior fight again.
After ten minutes to refresh drinks and use the john, the crowd was back to see the second fight of the evening. "Naughty Girl" by Beyoncé began to play as a stunning blonde headed to the ring.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, if I could direct your attention to the center of the ring, tonight’s contest is a number one contender’s match for the Foxy Lady championship, in the blue corner, standing five feet eleven inches tall and weighing in at 148 pounds, please welcome the Glamazon Michelle Hendricks!”
Michelle wore a set of powder blue cheer shorts in the ring along with a set of white leather boxing gloves she got as a bonus for her last fight. Michelle had knocked out a man in the club’s first, and in all likelihood last, intergender foxy boxing match. She wore her long blond hair in a ponytail held in place with a simple band of white. Her lovely chest was exposed and her powder blue shorts rode low on her wide hips with white trim. Michelle was a tall woman with a medium frame; she had a round ass, a well-proportioned set of breasts, and a flat stomach. She was hardly a wall of muscle, and retained smoothness to her curves that made her look very feminine.
“Fastest Girl in Town” by Miranda Lambert began to play over the PA system of the Foxy Lady Gentleman’s club which signaled to the crowd Valery was making her way out of the back. She had on her trademark white cowgirl hat and a brown leather vest that did little to cover up her ample C cup chest. Valery had shoulder length blond hair and deep brown eyes, along with a pretty smile that served her well as cheerleader earlier in life. Now she was an adjunct professor at the local college and a single mother who foxy boxed to make ends meet. She was one of the older girls at the club, on the wrong side of 30, but still looked great. At her age branding was important so once inside the ring Valery shed her vest and headed to face her corner. She grabbed the second rope with one gloved hand and proceed to strattle the bottom turnbuckle and bounce up and down on an imaginary bucking bronco causing her tits to shake as the crowd cheered and yelled “Ride um’ cowgirl.” Valery had set herself up as a country gal who loved to fight, and she’d certainly have one tonight. With her little show out of the way, Val headed to the center of the ring to stand tit to tit with her opponent at least that was the plan.
“And her opponent, fighting out of the Pink corner, she stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in at 123 pounds, the slugging sheriff, Valerie!”
Valerie had on a set of powder pink running shorts with white piping around the legs and up the hips to the waistband, she had on pink gloves, and wore white socks with pink stripes pulled up to just below her knees. The girls were given their final instructions during the stare down, where Val had to look up to face her opponent. Michelle had more than 15 pounds and several inches on her fellow blonde, but Val didn’t seem intimidated. So what if Michelle had beaten a guy, Val reminded herself, she more than held her own with her brothers growing up.
The ladies headed to their corners where a couple of audience members coated them with baby oil and helped them with their mouth guards. The crowd cheered at the sound of the bell as the two blondes headed for the center of the ring, this was a fight that had always gone over well as hit and giggle, but now they were playing for keeps.
Val wasn’t ready for the thunderous one-two from Michelle as her white gloves found their way past the pretty blonde’s guard and into her nose. Two punches in and the adjunct professor found herself on the ropes. Michelle was a student at the same college Val taught at, and kept the pressure on her older rival. There was no standing on ceremony or titles here, this was a simple fight between two women. It was hardly a contest of equals; Michelle was younger and stronger and pressed her early advantage. The big blond landed heavy bombs to her shorter rival who was trapped on the ropes. The easy thing to do would be to hit the ground, but Val wasn’t one for the easy way. She fought back as best she could smacking her pink fists into Michelle’s belly and breasts. To say she was trying to weaken the big blond would be a mistake. There was no strategy to Val’s punches; this was a simple fight for survival where she was trying to get her aggressor off her with the wild fury of a cornered animal.
Michelle loved it when her opponent was as wild as she was herself. The two pretty blonds proceeded to slug it out for the benefit of the crowd. Each of them hit with the maximum force they could muster, it was a simple game of wallop where being able to take a punch was almost more important than land one. Both girls were throwing wild haymakers that could have been easily been blocked, but that wasn’t what this contest was about. It was a question of “can you take it?”
Val gave first, after taking a thunderous cross to the chin she fell awkwardly onto the ropes, and Michelle landed two more punches before the ref could pull the big girl off the smaller blond and begin her count. The crowd cheered as the Michelle marched to the neutral corner with her gloves at her hips, prideful if a little winded. She was confident as the leering men where that she scored a first round knockout. Val had other ideas, she was pulling herself up by the ropes and on her feet before the count of 3, still looking a little shaky on her feet at 8, but Gary didn’t want a short fight, and Val was hardly begging off.
At a certain level Val believed her own gimmick and went to wade in to battle once more. She started banging to the body of the big blond Michelle, and left her head wide open. Michelle for her part didn’t seem to notice, or at least remembered Gary’s rule about quick fights and tried to beat the lovely professor at her own game, and repeatability hit the young mother to her tits. Both girls were swinging at the sound of the bell.
In their corners the blonds got ice, water and encouragement. The logical thing to do for Val would be stick and move, but no one in the crowd wanted to see that. They just reminded her that she had hurt Michelle last round, and that she owed her for the tit boxing she had been subjected too. Michelle for her part knew what she had to do to win, her game was power and strength and she was enjoying a sizable advantage. She was given the go ahead to take this bitch out and set up for the main event.
The bell sounded and the crowd cheered as the ladies headed out to do battle once again. Val didn’t seem to get the memo that the real fight was on, and had her hands low to protect her sore tits. Michelle smashed the older blonde’s nose with her white leather gloves, but the smaller woman stayed standing. One minute into the round and now both fighters had a pink hue on their gloves, as Michelle’s were smeared with the blood of her opponent. Val was game, she was fighting back as best she could trying to hurt the big blonde in blue, but was kept at bay with that jab-cross of hers. Val knew her only chance was if the fight got dirty and nasty on the inside, but before she could get to work inside Val got wrapped up.
In the clinch Michelle was still in charge. She easily powered Val into a corner, and smothered her with her chest. Breathing was hard enough with the broken nose she had, but now the blond in pink had to deal with a set of tits being shoved into her gapping mouth. Val was light headed as she tried to fight her way out banging to the body of the taller blond. Michelle was just as aggressive smashing her blood smeared glove into the Val’s liver. In desperation Val took a page from the Tyson playbook, biting not ear, but nipple.
Michelle broke away clutching her tits with a look of shock and horror. Michelle demanded that Val be disqualified, but Debbie reminded this was Foxy boxing, not the Olympics and that if she didn’t like getting bit she was the one to do something about it. There was a fury in the eyes of Michelle when Debbie announced “Fight on!”
Val had gotten her 25 second breather she so desperately needed, but the cost was high. Michelle bore down on her like a raging bull. Michelle took Val’s best Sunday punch to the chin and shook it off like it was nothing. She rocked the blond in pink with big hooks to either side of her head, and then landed a big cross that caused Val to careen into the ropes like a drunken sailor. That should have been a knockdown right there, but Debbie was at least consistent with her lax rules in this match. Michelle was allowed to batter Val down off the ropes until she collapsed in a blubbering heap.
At the count of seven Val had still not made an effort to get off the ground, when the bell rang. Michelle rightly thought she had won the fight right then and paraded around the ring with her blood spattered gloves held high, and making the motion for the championship belt to be put around her waist. Val had to be helped to her corner but when they stared to remove her gloves, Gary yelled at them.
“Val’s not done fighting are you, girl?”
Valerie was so confused she stopped her sobbing for a moment to look at Gary with the one eye that wasn’t swollen shut.
“You still want the prize money don’t you? Your daughter’s birthday is coming up isn’t it? And you want to get her everything that she wants. Well this is your chance. Beat that bitch and you get a champion’s purse.”
Gary was now rubbing the shoulders of Val as he yelled/whispered in her ear, “Look at her, you know they spend more on her sports program than they do on your health care. She doesn’t give a fuck about you, and if she gives you a bad review at the end of term you can be fired.”
Val was hurt sure, but she could see that Michelle was already too tried to keep her hands up in celebration. And Gary did make some good points, she did want some cash for her daughter’s birthday presents and smacking around one of the bimbos she had to try and teach was still appealing. Bravely Val got up off her stool and raised her pink gloves. When the bell sounded for the start of the round Michelle had just turned around when Valery was on her.
Her entire body was exposed and the older blond started pounding away with reckless abandon. Michelle was staggered with a cross, jab, cross combo and took two solid shots to the gut as Val backed the larger woman into her own corner. It didn’t last long. Michelle was an enraged woman in blue; she shoved her opponent back and got ready to fight her way out of the corner. Val had her gloves held high but made no attempt to do any sort of footwork instead relying on her punch output to keep her safe. Pink gloves landed into tender breasts with regularity, but each shot left the older blond open for retaliation. Michelle rained down with brutal straight punches that staggered Val and allowed the blond in blue to advance. After 20 seconds the women were fighting midring, and Michelle split Val’s guard with an uppercut to the chin that put Val flat on her ass.
There was no celebration this time, while the crowd chanted “Holy shit! Holy shit!” Michelle stood over her opponent and banged her gloves together waiting for Val to get to her feet. There was no point, Val wasn’t stirring at all. The plucky blond had taken all the abuse she could handle and then some, and now lay on the ground like a puppet with her strings cut. Debbi counted to ten, and Michelle was almost furious at the turn of events. She had just scored one of the most brutal knockouts in the history of the Foxy Lady and would get a large bonus; already money was flooding the ring from patrons. Michelle still wanted to hurt Val for the way she had snuck up on her. Still she let her hand get raised, and even the champ Amber had to admit Michelle cut an intimidating figure with her glove raised and one foot on the tit of her kayoed opponent. But Amber had more immediate problems to worry about she had a title defense against a very game Latina in the night‘s main event.
