[EllenShaw]

This is a bit of an experiment for me. My stories tend to contain a lot of colour and back story and they often contain several fights and a mix of genres. I’m aware that some readers prefer to simply read a fight story and stick to one genre. With that in mind I have produced this cut down version of my story "Farm girls" (https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=122688.0) that just includes the two boxing matches from the longer story. I’d welcome any feedback on this.


April 22nd, 2022 and the great and good of the NBFC and CLAWS had assembled at Sian’s farm to watch four wrestling matches and two boxing matches, all being fought nude in the barn. After the first two wrestling matches, both featuring girls I train at CLAWS, it was my turn. The fight I hadn’t asked for a didn’t really want, a boxing match against my old rival Lesley O’Dowd.

Shannon had appointed herself my second and spoke encouragingly and reassuringly as she taped my hands and laced up my boxing gloves. Over her shoulder I watched Mandy minister to Lesley, who was clearly wired and keen to get on with things.

The difference in our demeanours showed right from the start of round one. At the opening bell Lesley charged out of her corner as I raise my guard, and began raining blows down on me. I spent the next three minutes back peddling round the ring under her ass assault, my arms raised to protect my face and boobs as best I could. At least I managed to avoid any serious damage there but she did get a few punches in lower down. For my part, I never got a look in and I was extremely glad when the bell rang for the end of the first round

Round two followed a similar pattern but with Lesley varying her attack more forcing me to shift my stance and occasionally leaving myself exposed to some of her hard hits again I managed to hold her off for three minutes, but I still hadn’t really landed a blow of my own and the pummelling my biceps were taking meant that, even if I did get an opportunity later in the match, the odds were that my punches would be extremely weak.

I had no alternative but to go on the attack in the hope of slowing her down before my energy was completely depleted. I wouldn’t say I completely threw caution to the wind in round three but I certainly focused a bit more on hitting her rather than stopping her hitting me. I thought it was starting to pay off until a straight left from her flattened my right breast and dropped me to the canvas for the first time of many in this fight. I made it up at eight clutching my batted boob and we continue to trade punches for another 30 seconds until, finally, the bell for the end of round three sounded.

Back in my corner Shannon did her best to ease my discomfort but I was already aching and tired. There was no doubt in my mind that if this had been a CLAWS match Lesley would now be leading by 19 points to one. Being an NBFC match dominance didn’t mater unless she could knock me out.

Looking across the ring I could see she was getting frustrated and I sensed that round four might see her changing tactics as well. My big concern was that, with no low blow rules, I would have trouble defending myself if Lesley suddenly decided to go downstairs with her attacks.

We weren’t too far into round four before my fears were realised when a fist found its way into my pubic region for the first time and I dropped to the canvas, clutching myself. I made it up at nine, but I was in no positions to defend myself and quickly found myself back on the mat.

Two more knockdowns followed in quick succession and I was wondering how long I could keep going. I’m not a quitter and I knew that I could beat Lesley, I’d done it before, I just had to get in the right frame of mind.

Fortunately for me, having put me down four times in a little over a minute, she clearly thought she had me beaten and gave up all pretence of defending herself. Seizing the opportunity, I started to land a few blows of my own and was rewarded when a solid right hook put her down for the first time.

What did they say in the opera? It’s not over until the fat lady sings? Well, I don’t consider myself particularly fat but I probably do have a few pounds more on me than Lesley does and it certainly wasn’t over yet.

For the remaining seconds of the round, I took the fight to my opponent and for the first time in the match put her on the back foot. Sadly, there wasn’t enough time to manage another knockdown or do any serious damage before the round ended. We both desperately needed the break and came out more slowly when the bell rang for the start of round five.

Whether she hadn’t recovered from that knockdown or whether she was starting to punch herself out I couldn’t say but I dominated the first half of round five scoring three knockdowns without reply. At one stage felt I was on the brink of victory. Unfortunately for me she seemed to recover as the round went on and, with a few seconds to go, I found myself backed up on the ropes doing my best to protect myself as she rained punches down on every exposed part of my body.

I hunkered down, sitting on the middle rope and feeling it burn my bum as the top rope rubbed against my back. Then, suddenly, I felt myself falling backwards and landing hard. For a second or two I blanked out. When I came to, I realised that, for the first time in my boxing career, I’d been knocked completely out of the ring and was lying on the mat below the apron.

Suzi was standing against the ropes calling out and counting over me. I shook the cobwebs away struggled into a seating position and then lean forward, resting my elbows on the ring apron. Somehow, I managed to haul myself back into the ring as the count slowly rose. I was lying face down on the mat, trying to push myself to my hands and knees when the bell sounded.

At first, I wasn’t sure if I’d been counted out or not but then Lesley’s shrill admonishment of Suzi confirmed that I’d been saved by the bell for the end of the round.

“You fucking cheating cow!” screamed the Irish woman at the referee, “you were deliberately counting slowly then! Everyone knows it! She should’ve been counted out! Well, fuck you! You’re just dragging out her suffering! Now I have another round in which to use the mighty Ellen Shaw as my personal punchbag.”

Glancing down at me, still on my knees, she said: “Come on, gay girl, get up and get ready for the next round. I want to beat you up some more.”

It’s fair to say Lesley was never much of a charmer. She seemed to delight in calling me ‘gay girl’ as if it was some kind of insult. To me it was water off a duck’s back. After years in an abusive marriage and many more years spent grappling with naked and half naked women I had come out as openly lesbian – I truly and a gay girl, and proud of it.

Whether Suzi counted slowly or not I can’t say but I was certainly glad of a break and, despite my woozy state, I was ready when Sian called seconds out and the bell sounded for the start of round six.

For some reason Lesley didn’t attack me immediately and, despite my recent excursion to the floor, I felt strangely rejuvenated and went back on the attack. I knew things were desperate so I didn’t hold back this time. I went straight for her pendulous boobs and, predictably soaking wet, pussy.

It certainly wasn’t all one-way traffic she gave me as good as I gave her and possibly then some as, for the next minute and a half, we battered each other back-and-forth around the ring, both going down once more. Finally, she backed me onto the ropes again and started pounding my ribs.

In desperation I launched a straight right which connected, with some force, just below her left breast. She took a step back and I pushed forward, my left hook catching her on the temple. She raised her guard and I hit her with another straight right, this time pounding her left tit. She screamed on pain, dropping a gloved hand to protect her abused mammary. I fired off an upper cut that slammed into her jaw and she started to go down on her back. My momentum carried me over her, her right found its way between my legs and my love box exploded in pain. My legs buckled and something slammed into my right cheek.

The next thing I knew I was on my back staring up at the concerned face of Shannon looking down on me. My head was aching and everything was fuzzy.

“Wha…” I started to say.

“Easy Ellen,” Said Shannon, “It’s over, take your time.”

I was confused. Had I lost? Where was Lesley? I glanced to my left and, through blurred and tear-filled eyes, saw the form of the Irish woman sitting up next to me, cursing under her breath as Mandy fussed over her.

Eventually my head began to clear and, with Shannon’s help, I slowly sat up. As I sat there, collecting my wits, Lesley got to feet and, brushing off Mandy’s offers of help, stagged over to the red corner.

For my part I was more than happy for Shannon to help me to my feet and guide me back to the blue corner. I was still dazed and confused as I sat on my stool staring across the ring at Lesley in the red corner and trying to work out what had happened.

(Later the girls filled me. I’d landed an upper cut on Lesley’s jaw and put her down on her back but my forward momentum had carried me over the prone redhead. As she fell, she launched a right intend for my face that actually hit me square the pussy. My legs buckled and I began to fall on top of her. My right knee landed in her crotch as her final punch of the fight, a left hook, hit the side of my face and knocked me sideways. We both ended up on our backs, side by side, out cold.)

Suzi stood in the middle of the ring and announced:

“Ladies, after 2 minutes and 20 seconds of round six, neither fighter was able to beat the count. I declare this fight a draw.”

A string of obscenities issued forth from the red corner where Mandy was using all of her superior size and strength to restrain a clearly enraged Lesley. I had hoped this encounter would give Lesley the closure she said desperately sorted but somehow, I sensed it wasn’t over between us and we would soon be back in the ring together.

Sian stepped into the ring and said:

“Ladies, that concludes the first part of this afternoon’s entertainment. We will now have a 30-minute comfort break before the second half. Feel free to use the facilities and help yourselves to a drink of your choice.”

After the break two more wrestling matches took place, both featuring veteran fighters, before a final boxing match between Blake Mitchell and Terri Brooks.
Blake and Terri had met once before at the NBFC way back in 1990. At the time 22-year-old Terri was something of a rookie compared to the 28-year-old Blake. Terri had told me the story of their encounter. Of how she put up a good fight but Blake had first got her sexually aroused, causing her to cum, before knocking her out in the fifth round.

Thirty-two years later Terri was hoping to set the record straight and show that she was the better boxer. Well, I didn’t doubt Terri skills for a moment. But I also knew her weaknesses and I wondered if in her more senior years she did actually have the capability to beat the American who had knocked me out six weeks earlier.

As always at the NBFC, there were no formalities and no tale of the tape. The two fighters stepped through the ropes and joined the referee while their seconds, Peggy for Blake and Shannon for Terri, took their places in their respective corners. Suzi gave the two girls a firm talking to and sent them to their corners. With few rules and nowhere considered ‘off limits’ she would have little to do. Seconds later, the bell rang and the fight was on.

As you would expect from two experienced veterans, they spent the first minute or two of round one feeling each other out. But it was clear that Blake was keen to get things moving and for the last minute or so of the round she went on the attack. Terri was on the back foot, forced to cover up as the shorter woman threw punches without reply.

This wasn’t the Terri I was used to. Although she avoided a knock down, when the round ended, she walked back to her corner sweating hard and looking decidedly uncomfortable. Had memories of her past encounter with Blake got her rattled? 

Things didn’t get any better for Terri in round two. Blake and clearly sensed her unease and went on the attack from the opening bell. It wasn’t long before Terri tasted the canvas for the first time when a left/right combination to her tits was followed by a left hook that sent her spinning to the deck.

She made it up at eight and immediately went on the defensive, clearly shaken by Blake’s aggression. For the next minute or so she back pedalled around the ring as Blake launched punch after punch, most of which failed to connect.

Eventually Blake backed Terri into the red corner where three straight rights to the English woman’s left breast and ribs dropped her to her knees. Blake retreated to a neutral corner as Suzi started counting and Terri cradled her injured boob, tears welling up in her eyes. Peggy, just feet from Terri outside the ring, shouted encouragement to Blake as the tall brunette got slowly to her feet.

Suzi stopped counting at nine, allowed Terri to get clear of the corner and then waved Blake back in. They squared off. Terri raised her guard and tried throwing a few punches of her own but Blake brushed them aside and quickly worked her way inside Terri’s defences.

A hard right to the solar plexus stopped Terri in her tracks. Her guard came down and Blake started pummelling the brunette’s breasts and ribs, forcing the taller woman back into the blue corner. Terri did her best to cover up but she was soon wilting again under the red head’s assault.

As she sought to protect her battered boobs Terri left herself exposed. A right uppercut landed square on her love box and her knees began to buckle as a left connected with her jaw and snapped her head back.

Satisfied that she had done enough damage, Blake took a step back, allowing Terri to drop to her knees, and then made her way to a neutral corner as the brunette pitch forward onto all fours.

As Terri stared at the canvas, gasping for breath and sobbing gently, Suzi moved in and began counting over the fallen brunette. She had only reached four when the bell sounded for the end if round two.

Shannon was quickly in the ring, placing a stool behind Terri’s voluptuous backside and helping her to sit back on it. Meanwhile Blake made her way back to the red corner, tapping her gloves together in frustration. It was clear that Blake felt that the bell had cheated her out of an early victory, but I wasn’t convinced. Terri is a tough woman and I’d seen her take harder beatings than that, beat the count and come back to win the fight.

When Sian called ‘seconds out’ for round three I glanced across at the blue corner to see my suspicions confirmed. Terri was on her feet and bobbing gently, showing no signs of her recent beating. Her face was also wearing the ‘Tee look’, that combination of anger and determination that says ‘I’m not done with you yet’. I’d been on the receiving end of that look on more than one occasion and I knew that Blake was about to face that most frightening of thing – a woman scorned.

I had expected Terri to come out for round three with all guns blazing but I was wrong. At the sound of the bell, she came out cautiously, leading with jabs and using her height and reach to keep Blake at a distance. It was a good defensive strategy but it wasn’t going to win her the fight. Sooner or later Blake was going to find a way through her guard and she’d be in trouble again.

Again, I misread things. Terri had clearly studied her opponent and was playing with her, waiting until the American got frustrated and made a mistake. After a minute of having her blows parried and receiving the odd tap on the cheek, ear or temple from the brunette, Blake feinted to her right before ducking low to her left. Terri anticipated the move and a right uppercut connected with the redhead’s jaw. A left hook from the brunette caught the side of Blake’s head and sent her staggering to her left. Terri made to follow her but a wild left from the shorter woman caught her in her nether regions and she backed off.

Blake gathered herself and for the next minute or so the two went toe-to-toe trading punches until another left from Blake found Terri’s pubic thatch and the brunette dropped to her knees again. Suzi stepped in quickly and ushered Blake to a neutral corner before she could follow up. Terri was on her feet by the time the count reached six but Suzi insisted on a full nine count before waving the redhead back in.

This time there was no pretence from the brunette as she went on the attack. Blake was hit by a volley of solid blows to the breasts and belly that pushed her back onto the ropes before a solid right uppercut connected with her pussy, almost lifting her off the ground.

Blake dropped to her knees clutching herself and gasping as Terri made her way to a neutral corner. The bell for the end of the round sounded at eight but this time it was Blake on her knees and looking in more trouble than Terri had four minutes earlier.

After about 10 seconds, Blake hauled herself to her feet and stumbled awkwardly back to the red corner where Peggy was waiting with an ice pack to apply to her abused sex. I knew what affect that would have Terri and myself but Blake’s pelvic floor was clearly made as strongest stuff and there was no sudden cry or frantic grab for a bucket. Between rounds the expression on Blake’s face said everything. She looked tired, pained and worried; a sharp contrast to the confident woman who had been sitting in the corner just four minutes earlier.

On the other side of the ring Terri now looked to be brimming with confidence as she stood in her corner, eschewing the offer of a stool from Shannon while the young farmer’s daughter wiped sweat from her body and sprayed her with a cooling jet of water.

Before long Sian called out seconds out for round four and Blake got wearily to her feet, ready to face off again against the younger brunette. From the opening bell it was one-way traffic as Terri danced across the ring and landed a series of solid punches to Blake’s breasts and belly that had the redhead reeling from the get go.

With just moments of round gone Blake desperately clung onto Terri, pulling her into a clinch. Suzi moved into separate the pair but, with no standing counts, simply waved box on. Blake wearily raised her guard, which Terri easily brushed aside with a left hook before a right cross struck the redhead in the kisser and sent her staggering back against the ropes again.

Left and right upper cuts to Blake’s E cup breasts sent them into unnatural shapes and elicited screams of pain for the older woman before another uppercut to the pussy dropped her to her knees and she pitched face forward on the mat.

Terri retreated to the neutral corner as Suzi began to count. It was something of a formality. Blake had barely stirred by the time the count reach 10 and Sian sounded the bell for the end of the fight. Terri was triumphant and Blake had lost her second fight in a row. She would have her work cut out if she was to get back to winning ways in time to beat Rose Dawson in just eight weeks’ time.

[bosom-buddy]

Superb writing, what an enjoyable fight. So good to see you in action against my lovely wife yet again with the added spice of a draw meaning it’s not over yet…….