While the main event of the evening was the fight between Rose Dawson and Blake Mitchell the supporting act also featured a Dawson fighting from the red corner. Jenny was Rose’s younger sister. At 47 she was the youngest woman getting into the ring this evening and she was facing an old adversary, Terri Brooks. Find out how she got on in part 2.
Our next match features the two youngest fighters in action tonight. Both women are already in the ring and have taken off their gowns. In the blue corner is the current CLAWS senior wresting champion, Terri Brooks. Terri is 54, stands 5’10” and weighs in at 160lbs. Tonight she is wearing white cotton midi-briefs, white gloves and boots. Her opponent in the red corner is Jenny Dawson. Jenny is 47, 5’7” tall and 145lbs. Jenny is wearing pink bikini bottoms, black gloves and black boots. Jenny has also dyed her mousey brown hair bright red for this fight.
Jenny and Terri last met in Germany around 25 years ago. They have fought several times but Dawson has never managed to beat the older woman.
Ever since I had learned about the Terri vs. Jenny fight at Sian’s I had been quizzing Terri about the younger Dawson and their time in Germany in the 1990s. I’d also done a bit of research of my own. Unlike her older sister it seemed that Jenny was gay, an obvious attraction for bi-sexual Terri. It also seemed that she had remained a keen fighter since those early days.
After graduating Jenny had settled in Munich where she had continued fighting on the local underground circuit as well as travelling to Harry’s in Vienna on a regular basis. She had moved back to London a few years ago and now fought occasionally at the LLCC.
I also learned from Stacey that she had applied to fight in the CLAWS 2023 senior boxing tournament. With three of the fighters from the 2021 tournament standing down it seemed likely she would be competing with Terri next year as well.
I had studied what footage I could find of Jenny, including her early fights with Terri and others and more recent battles at Harry’s. I was particularly drawn to a match I felt I should have known about. Filmed in Munich 10 years ago it featured Jenny in action against a then 31-year-old Erica Strauss. It was a hard fight but I was pleased to see my Erica victorious at the end.
Like all of us, Jenny had filled out a bit with age and was now probably now a stone or so heavier than she’d been the last time she faced Terri but she still possessed a stunning, athletic figure. The prospect of seeing her in action against Emily, Ildiko, Terri and others next year was quite exciting, as was the idea of a rematch with Erica. Little did I know it but all of that would be in the future.
After a short briefing from referee Marshall the fighters return to their corners. The time keeper calls ‘seconds out’ and a short while later the bell sounds for the start of round 1. These girls don’t hang about; they are both quickly out of their corners and trading jabs in the centre of the ring. Brooks has a height and reach advantage but Dawson is faster on her feet and ducks under the taller woman’s head shots to deliver blows to her breasts and ribs. The pace of this first round is leaving me quite breathless.
I understood exactly what Katie meant. Terri and Jenny were going for each other with a pace and aggression that made my fight with Nancy look positively pedestrian. Yes, I know they’re a lot younger than us but Terri’s still in her fifties and Jenny isn’t far off and yet they spent the first three minutes fighting like women half their age.
The advantage kept changing but, as the round wore on, Terri seemed to be tiring. As the last seconds slipped away Jenny managed to back her into the blue corner and it was only the bell that prevented Gabi from stepping in and administering a standing count.
The first round is over. Brooks sinks gratefully onto the stool Peggy Brown has slipped into the corner while Dawson makes her way across the ring to the red corner. She seems to have a slight swagger in her step; she’d obviously pleased with her performance so far.
Both girls are sweating profusely and breathing hard but seem otherwise unharmed as their seconds wipe them down and spray cooling water onto their heaving chests. Both women have pert breasts with erect nipples, Dawson’s are definitely bigger than Brooks’ but neither are on a par with the fighters we have seen so far tonight.
Whatever advantage Dawson has in the boob department is offset by Brooks’ gorgeous broad, firm derriere. Most women over fifty and quite a few younger ones, myself included, would kill for a bum that sexy. It’s shame she doesn’t follow Lesley O’Dowd’s lead and put it on display more often.
The judges’ scores are in and they have scored the round four-two to Dawson. I think that’s fair; there’s no doubt in my mind she had the edge towards the end of the round.
Sallie Wentworth calls ‘seconds out’ and both women get to their feet ready for round two. The bell sounds and, once again, they are quick out of the blocks and mixing it up in the centre of the ring. For the first minute or so they seem evenly matched but then a right to the ribs brings Brooks’ guard down. A left hook from Dawson connects with her temple and Brooks staggers backwards.
Dawson in quickly in pursuit as Brooks tries to steady herself and drives a straight right into Brooks’ left breast. As Brooks lowers her guard to protect her boobs Dawson follows up with a left hook that connects with her jaw, sending the older woman to the canvas.
Terri was quickly back on her feet but the psychological advantage of the first knockdown had gone to Jenny and she looked less than happy as Gabi waved Jenny back in and they squared off. It didn’t help that she went down for a second time less than a minute later.
Brooks goes on the defensive as Dawson seeks an opening. It definitely looks like the older woman is tiring. Brooks back pedals and Dawson chases. Suddenly she sees and opening. She fires of a hard, straight left that hits Brooks square in the solar plexus. Brooks doubles up, clutching her chest and drops to her knees gasping for breath.
Brooks is on her knees staring at the canvas. Dawson retreats to a neutral corner and Marshall starts counting. The count is at seven before Brooks pushes herself up onto her haunches and slowly stretches out. Marshall stops counting at nine, checks she’s okay and waves Dawson back in.
Brooks looks tearful and pained but not obviously in major trouble. None the less Dawson’s assault is relentless and she is soon forced back into the red corner. Marshall intervenes and gives Brooks a standing count of eight before allowing things to continue.
Suddenly things weren’t looking good for Terri. Two knockdowns and a standing count meant that she’d already dropped five points in this round and, the way things were going, Jenny looked set to take all the judges’ points.
At that moment I saw Terri’s expression harden and her stance firm up. The Tee look was back and I, for one, knew what that meant.
Brooks makes her way out of the corner, her guard raised, and Marshall waves Dawson back in. Dawson advances on the older woman and fires off a couple of jabs. Brooks brushes them aside and forces Dawson to take a step back. She feints low with her left, drawing Dawson’s guard down, and fires off a haymaking right hook that connects with the younger woman’s jaw and sends her crashing to the mat, her hands clutching her head.
Jenny Dawson is down for the first time in the fight and she seems to be struggling. Her sister is screaming at her to get up from outside the ring. Brooks watches from a neutral corner as Marshall counts over the fallen woman. Dawson slowly pushes herself up, just beating the count. She looks shaken. Marshall checks her over and asks if she’d willing to continue. Dawson sniffs and nods.
Marshall waves Brooks back in and they square off. Brooks attacks, hoping to capitalise on Dawson’s weakened state. She lands a few blows before Dawson wisely goes for a clinch, tying up the bigger woman. It costs her a point but gives her more recovery time.
Marshall gives her a standing count of eight and waves Brooks back in. Brooks tries to attack again but Dawson drives another hard right into her ribs and she backs off. They bob and weave, Brooks seeking an opening and Dawson keeping out of her way, until the bell rings for the end of the round.
The fighters retreat to their corners. For the second time in two fights, we’ve had a dramatic second round, but this one has been a lot more exciting than Lomax’s beat down of O’Dowd. The seconds work hard on their fighters as we await the judges’ scores. As things currently stand Dawson is on nine points with Brooks on five. Dawson dominated the early part of the round but Brooks fought back aggressively, has she done enough this time to share the judges’ points?
The answer is yes and a cheer goes up from the CLAWS contingent as the scores increase to Dawson twelve, Brooks, seven. She’s still five points behind but Terri Brooks looks quietly confident and determined as she stands in the blue corner waiting for the bell to start round three.
The bell rings and Brooks comes bouncing out of her corner, looking to attack the younger woman. Dawson may be leading at the moment but everything about Brooks says she’s about to change that. It doesn’t take her too many seconds to begin either.
After an initial exchange of blows which sees Dawson going on the defensive and starting to retreat, Brooks spots an opening. A right upper cut from the CLAWS senior champion snaps Dawson’s head back and a left hook to her right temple puts her down again.
Both women now have two knockdowns and a standing count to their name. Dawson is still leading by two points but Brooks is clearly the aggressor as Dawson gets to her feet and eight, takes a mandatory nine count from the referee and turns to face the older woman.
Terri was indeed the aggressor. She chased Jenny around the ring for most of the round and knocked the younger woman down twice more, taking the lead for the first time in the fight.
Jenny did her best, landing quite a few blows to Terri’s body when she was in range, but she never had the CLAWS senior champion in serious trouble. The round ended with Jenny backed up on the ropes, narrowly avoiding another standing count.
The round is over and what an amazing round it was. I don’t know where Terri Brooks gets her energy from. Halfway through the second round she looked like she was finished. Now, at the end of the third round, she has a four point lead and only the meanest judge would deny her both points on the back of that performance.
I don’t think Dawson is finished yet but she needs to pull something out of the bag in round four if she’s going to win this fight. As the saying goes, it’s not over until the fat lady sings. Well, neither of these ladies could be called fat. I can’t comment on their singing voices but they sure know how to box.
The round had been Terri all the way, three knockdowns and all six judges’ points put her ten points ahead of Jenny. Any early jitters she may have had had evaporated and she was displaying her usual confidence as she stood in the blue corner wating for the bell and watching Maggie ministering to a rather less than fresh Jenny. None the less the younger Dawson was on her feet and ready to go when Sallie called ‘seconds out’.
The bell sounds for the start of round four and Brooks comes out looking to pick up where she left off at the end of round three. They close on each other, guards high. Brooks looks confident, Dawson cautious but not intimidated by the taller, heavier woman.
At that moment Terri fired off a shot which, had it landed, would almost certain have ended fight. Unfortunately for her, it missed.
Brooks fires off a straight right aimed at Dawson’s head. Dawson ducks under it and drives a hard right into Brooks’ ribs. Brooks screams in pain and drops to her knees clutching her side. Dawson takes a step back and Marshall steps between them, directing Dawson to a neutral corner. Brooks has her head down and is clutching her side. Marshall counts over her. At six Brooks looks up, a pained expression on her face, and struggles to her feet as the count reaches nine.
Marshall asks if she is okay to continue. Brooks nods in response and raises her guard. Marshall waves Dawson back in and they square off.
As Terri got to her feet I could see she was in trouble. She touched her side and winced before resuming her guard. The ‘Tee look’ had gone from her face and she wore a worried expression instead.
It was something that wasn’t lost on Jenny as they squared off again. A few well aimed jabs soon had Terri backing up around the ring trying to avoid the sting of the younger woman’s gloves. Was Jenny about to achieve her ambition of defeating the CLAWS senior champion?
Brooks seems to be in trouble; she’s moving awkwardly. I think that recent right to her ribs has done some damage. She backs away as Dawson throws some jabs, a couple of them connect and clearly sting. Brooks goes for the clinch, tying Dawson up. Dawson continues to punish the older woman, driving her right glove into Brooks’ left breast and twisting it.
Brooks winces and cries out as Marshall moves in to separate them and give Brooks a standing count. Brooks seems to be sobbing and complaining to the referee about the abuse of her left nipple. Marshall counts to eight and asks Brooks if she wants to continue. Sniffing back tears Brooks nods. Marshall waves Dawson back in and they square off again.
From that moment on it was Jenny all the way. She had attacked the left side Terri’s ribs from the opening bell and had clearly done some major damage. Terri kept her left arm low to protect them but that left her head exposed and Jenny has a field day, putting the older woman down twice more in quick succession. Terri beat the count both times but the round was barely half over and her lead was evaporating fast.
Marshall counts to nine. Brooks is back on her feet as the younger woman come back into range but before she can raise her guard Dawson drives a solid straight right into her left breast and follows up with a left that finds the older woman’s temple, stunning her.
Brooks drops her arms to her sides, leaving herself undefended. Her face is blank and expressionless. Dawson fires of a right uppercut that connects with the CLAWS senor champion’s jaw and Brooks goes down on her back like a felled tree.
Dawson moves to a neutral corner as the referee starts counting. Brooks is just lying there on her back; she seems to be completely unconscious. At the count of eight Gabi Marshall waves her hands and signals for the bell. The fight is over; Jenny Dawson has knocked out Terri Brooks in the second minute of round 4. The question now is whether her sister can do the same to Blake Mitchell.
Terri had put on a much more impressive show than I had and Jenny had been in trouble a few times but, in the end, the younger woman had proved the better fighter. Defeat at the hands of Jenny had almost certainly reduced Terri’s chances of getting the rematch she desperately wanted with Rose.
From where I was sitting, I could see between Terri’s feet and raise knees to her white panties and the little heart tattoo on her inner thigh as she lay on her back. I watched the crotch of her panties turn pale yellow and prepared for the stream of pee that usually accompanied a Brooks knockout but, for once, it didn’t come.
Instead, Terri raised her head and, with Peggy’s help, slowly sat up. As she did so she screamed in pain. Peggy waved frantically for the doctor. Cassy was quickly in the ring and at Terri’s side. She lay Terri down again and Gabi came over to join them.
Cassy examined the fallen boxer, eliciting a couple more screams, while Gabi and Peggy removed her gloves and Jenny looked on with concern from the red corner. Cassy and Gabi helped her to her feet and, with tears streaming down her face but no more than a dribble of wee staining her knickers, she was guided back to her corner and gently lowered under the bottom rope to the ring room floor. As her feet touched the floor in front of me the flood gates opened and a stream of pee ran down her left leg and formed an embarrassing puddle on the ring room floor. Terri seemed unaware of her leak, she was sobbing uncontrollably as Cassy, now joined by her daughter physiotherapist Jane, slowly led her back to the blue corner dressing room. I was desperate to follow but Peggy looked at me and shook her head, suggesting I stay put.
Gabi announced the result and raised Jenny’s arm in victory. Back in the dressing room Terri was laying on a bench while Dr. Cassy checked her over. She concluded that the CLAWS senior champion had three fractured ribs.
Now it’s time for the main event but before we get started let’s just look at Blake’s route to this match over the last few months. She arrived in Europe at the end of February, just 19 weeks ago, and since then she’s fought nine women in four different countries, winning six of those fights:
25th February – CLAWS, England – Ellen Shaw (59) – Win (4th round KO)
11th March – La Cantina, Spain – Sonia Lopez (57) – Win (4th round KO)
18th March – La Cantina, Spain – Christine Bennett (59) – Win (3rd round KO)
2nd April – Lesley’s fighting house, England – Lesley O’Dowd (50) – Loss (4th round KO)
23rd April – Sian’s farm, England – Terri Brooks (54) – Loss (4th round KO)
1st May – Paris, France – Lorraine Carter (55) – Win (points)
14th May, Naples, Italy – Renata Lombardi (54) – Win (3rd round KO)
3rd June, Munich, Germany – Nicole Hartwig (52) – Loss (5th round KO)
17th June, Munich, Germany – Silke Roth (53) – Win (points)
Now, finally, she is about to step into the ring against Rose Dawson, a woman she has fought four times in the past but only defeated once. That said it’s important to remember that Rose has only ever been beaten five times and is regarded as the finest topless boxer of her age, if not all time.
Our final match of the evening is between two of the greatest topless boxers of the last 40 years. English Rose Dawson and American Blake Mitchell.
Rose enters the red corner and congratulates her sister on her victory. She is wearing black gloved and boots and black cape with a hood. Maggie takes her cape off to reveal that Rose is wearing black skort with a yellow waistband. A flash of thigh as she moves suggests the shorts part of her outfit is actually knickers, and quite skimpy ones at that.
Call me naïve but I’d never heard of a skort before. I now realise it’s the sort of thing hockey players and other team athletes wear, something I’d always thought of a kilt. To describe Rose’s outfit as a skort or even a kilt was stretching things a bit. To me it was closer to the sort of loin cloth that film makers use when portraying cave women, a pair of knickers with a wide strip of fabric front and back. In Rose’s case it seemed to be a pair of cotton briefs with napkins sewn front and back, black panels that covered the crotch and bum but little else. I wondered why she’d chosen it. The only explanation I could come up with is that it offered a bit more protection to her pussy in the event of a low blow.
Rose is 56 years old and weighs in at 165lbs and stands 5’3” tall with 44F breasts. She is the undisputed queen of topless boxing having won the world title five times in the 1990s. She started her topless boxing career at the age of 21 and quickly gained a reputation as a fierce fighter. She was unbeaten for two years until she was knocked out by Jenny Black in 1988. Jenny repeated the feat the following year in what was dubbed the UK topless boxing championships. One reason she has been so successful and one reason why Jenny Black may have been so successful against her is that, like Jenny, Rose is a southpaw. Only three other women have defeated Rose since then and none of them have managed it twice.
American Blake is one of those three women. Now 59 and about to retire from fighting she has been travelling around Europe fighting a bucket list of opponents for a final time. Tonight is the last official fight of her tour and she has requested one final chance to take on Rose, a woman who has already defeated her on three occasions in the 1990s. She weighs in at 155lbs and stands 5’5” tall with 42E breasts.
She enters the ring wearing blue gloves and red boots. She slips of her gown to reveal that, like Rose, she is wearing silk boxing shorts cut high on her hips. Blake’s are royal blue with white piping.
After a short briefing from the referee the fighters return to their corners. The time keeper calls seconds out and, a short while later the bell sounds for the start of round one.
Both women are quickly out of their corners and laying into each other in the centre of the ring. No ducking and weaving for these two, just toe-to-toe hard hitting.
It’s not elegant but it gets results. Just over a minute into round one a left hook from Rose connects with Blake’s temple and she goes down for the first time.
Blake is quickly back on her feet but Rose senses blood and goes on the attack, Blake stands her ground until a blow to the midsection from the shorter woman brings her guard down and another left hook to the mouth from the southpaw puts her down again.
This time Blake is slower to rise, taking a full nine count. She seems shaken by Rose’s powerful punches. Sensing an early upset Rose closes for the kill but pays the price when Blake’s uppercut finds her jaw and she goes down on her back.
Now this could be a big upset, it looks like Rose might be out cold. The count is at six before the Englishwoman stirs and gets slowly to her feet, blood trickling from her lower lip. Marshall checks her over and, satisfied she’s fit to continue, waves Blake back in.
Both women manage to get a few more good punches in before the round ends and they retreat to their corners. It’s only the end of round one but both women are soaked in sweat and breathing hard as they sit in their corners waiting for the judges’ scores.
Other than the extra knockdown there was little to choose between the two and the judges scored the round three points each. That gave Rose a two point lead, something that, along with the split lip Blake had given her, she carried all the way to the final round.
Round two begins, they approach each other in the centre of the ring and, as if by some unspoken mutual agreement, begin attacking each other’s breasts mercilessly.
It was the battle of the bazookas; Rose’s all natural saggy F cup love bags against Blake’s silicon specials. I’m sorry if that sounds catty but seriously, how can a woman of Blake’s age walk around with two beach balls pinned to her chest and pretend they are God given assets?
Finally, the bell sounds for the end of round two and what a disappointing round it’s been after the promise of round one. For the past three minutes they’ve stood toe-to-toe pumping their fists into each other’s boob. Their tits look red and bruised, both of Rose’s nipples are bleeding and so is one of Blake’s but neither has gained any obvious advantage. This isn’t boxing, they might just as well have stood with their arms by their sides rubbing their nipples together like tit fighters.
During the break referee Marshall visits both corners and gives each fighter a stern talking to. I can’t hear what she’s saying but I’m guessing it’s something like:
“You’re supposed to be boxing, not using each other’s tits as punch bags. Knock it off with the boob battering and get on with the boxing.”
Katies thoughts very much reflect my own here. This wasn’t boxing as we knew it and I knew that both fighters were capable of a lot better. No knockdowns or standing counts so another even round and the scores moved on to eight-six to Rose.
Whatever Gabi said to them during the break has had the desired effect. The bell sounds for round three and it’s back to business as usual. Moving around the ring and trading jabs, looking for an elusive opening.
Once again, it’s Rose who finds it first. Aware that Blake is waking up to her southpaw stance Rose tries to wrong foot the American with a straight right to her head. Blake sees it coming and bobs to the left but she’s too late. Rose’s glove grazes her swollen right temple and opens up a cut. Caught off balance Blake crashes to the deck.
The American is quickly back on her feet. Marshall examines the cut on her temple and rules it safe to continue. Rose moves back in and they square off. Despite the blood running down the side of her face Blake goes on the attack and now it’s Rose’s turn to taste the canvas as Blake hits her in the face again.
Rose comfortably beats the count but it’s a timely reminder that her opponent is a tough cookie, something Blake reminds her of thirty seconds later when a straight left to her tender right nipple brings her guard down and a right hook connects with her cheek and deposits her on the mat for the second time in the round with just under a minute remaining.
Rose is slower to rise this time, cradling her leaking right nipple as she does so. Marshall checks her over and waves Mitchell back in.
This time it’s Blake who senses victory prematurely and pays the price. She attacks Rose’s clearly damaged right breast but fails to notice Rose’s clubbing left hook that crashes into her temple, widening that cut and sending the American veteran crashing to the mat, out cold.
The count is at five and Blake hasn’t moved when, much to Rose’s frustration, the bell sounds for the end of the round. At the sound of the bell Blake raises her head and starts to get up. Whether she would have beaten the count is something we’ll never know but, as she gets to her feet, Gabi explains the situation and guides her to the blue corner where Peggy is waiting with swabs to try and stem the flow of blood from that cut.
We’re half way through the fight and there’s still little to choose between the two women. If I were a judge, I’d say Rose had the edge in round three but those two knockdowns proves that Blake is very much still in there.
Both women are clearly very tired, they’ve both taken a hell of a beating over the past three rounds. The judges’ scores are in and they’ve split the round again so it’s now Rose fifteen, Blake thirteen. Rose is hanging on to that two point lead she got in round one but it’s a pretty slender margin with three rounds still to go.
Sallie Wentworth calls ‘seconds out’ and the two weary fifty-somethings get to their feet for round four. The bell sounds and the come out of their corners. They’re definitely both moving more slowly now, almost trading punches in slow motion and they move around the ring throwing out jabs and blocking them as they seek an opening.
This time it’s first blood to Blake as, with just over a minute of the round gone, she catches Rose with another right to the left side of her face. That one hurt! Rose crashes to the mat, her gloved hand pressed to her cheek, and lies still until the count reaches five.
Back on her feet it’s clear that there’s a swelling around her left eye and it’s starting to close up. Marshall checks her over, looking closely at the swelling, and decides she is fit to continue.
Blake moves in hoping to capitalise but Rose lashes out and a straight right passes between her raised gloves and hit Blake square on the nose, stopping her in her tracks and dropping her to her knees.
Blake stares at the canvas as drops of blood land on it, Rose has given the American a nose bleed. Blake listens as the count rises and pushes up at seven, taking full advantage of the rest. As she gets to her feet blood trickles down her face. She’ll have a couple of shiners from that blow. Marshall checks her over, waves Rose back in and the dance continues.
The exhausted women and moving slower now and more cautiously, throwing out long range jabs and not so much dancing as staggering clear of counter shots.
The round is just over two minutes old when Mitchell makes a controversial move. Closing on Dawson she drives a straight right into the shorter woman’s sagging left breast while wrapping her left arm around Rose’s neck. As they move into a clinch, she delivers a short right uppercut to Rose’s jaw which drops the Englishwoman to her knees.
In the red corner Maggie and Jenny scream in protest but the referee ignores them, directing Mitchell to a neutral corner as she counts over the fallen Dawson.
Was it an illegal move? I’m not sure. It was definitely borderline but we’d seen a few near infringements in this fight. At the risk of sounding biased I’d back Gabi’s decision here.
Dawson is back on her feet and the action resumes. The round is drawing to a close when Dawson launches another attack, forcing Mitchell back with a series blows to the tits and ribs. With her back rubbing on the ropes Mitchell lowers her guard to protect her aching breasts.
Rose fires off a left uppercut that parts her beachball boobs and connects with her chin. Blake goes down on her back. Rose moves to a neutral corner but the bell sounds before Gabi can start counting. For the second round in a row Mitchell has been saved by the bell and Dawson has been denied a possible victory.
Rose doesn’t hide her frustration as she makes her way past the prone American on her way back to her corner. She almost kicks Blake in the ribs but thinks better of it, knowing that it would almost certainly mean instant disqualification.
I felt sorry for Rose at this point, since that farcical tit fight in round two she had, in my opinion, had the edge over Blake and yet the American had been saved twice. This time she was very slow to get up. Whether she knew she was safe or she genuinely wouldn’t have beaten the count we’ll never know but it was a good fifteen seconds after the bell that she got to her feet and staggered over to Peggy in the blue corner.
That was another very even round, these ladies really are struggling for advantage. Four rounds in and the judges have scored each one three apiece. Dawson still has that slight lead as the scores move on to Rose twenty-two, Blake twenty as they come to their feet for round five.
They close on each other, guards raised, and test each other’s defences. Neither woman seems to have the energy to move clear of her opponent’s punches so they simply batter each other. They move closer and fall into a clinch, Rose delivering a final short uppercut to Blake’s right breast.
Marshall moves to separate them as they rub their blood and sweat into each other’s bodies. It’s impossible to tell who initiated the clinch so Gabi counts to nine, checks both women over and signals for one point each before inviting them to continue.
Round five continued in the same fashion for the next two minutes, it was basically back to boob battering but, this time, with clinches to gain respite. Referee Gabi had her work cut out trying to decide who clinched who and, at the end of the round, had awarded three points to each woman.
When the bell sounded, they both staggered back to their corners, exhausted and looking a complete mess. A cut had opened up on Blake’s right breast which, under closer examination, would reveal evidence of her implants. Meanwhile Rose’s nipples were both dripping blood and fluid.
Once again, the judges’ points were split and it was now twenty-eight – twenty-six with Rose doggedly hanging on to that two point lead. With just one round remaining it looked like Blake Mitchell’s chance of becoming the second woman to beat Rose Dawson twice was slipping away.
The timekeeper calls seconds out for the final round and the two women get wearily to their feet. With just two points in it this fight could still go either way. Their seconds have done their best but both women look a mess. The cut above Mitchell’s right eye has stopped bleeding but blood is still trickling from her nose. Her breasts are red and mottled. Her left nipple is leaking and there’s a nasty cut just below her right one. Dawson’s left eye is almost completely closed. Her tits are also a mess with blood and fluid dripping from both nipples and her lower lip is split.
After five gruelling rounds of combat neither of these women could be described as fresh but I’d say that Mitchell currently looks in slightly better shape – and she proves it. As the come together in the centre of the ring Mitchell sees an opening and drives her left fist deep into Dawson’s belly just below her solar plexus. The referee indicates it’s a fair blow as Dawson drops to her knees gasping for breath.
Blake retreats to a neutral corner as Gabi starts counting over the Englishwoman. Rose is on her hands and knees, staring at the canvas and retching. Blood, sweat and saliva dropping from her face onto the mat as Gabi stands over, her counting. As the count reaches eight, she pushes herself up and quite literally staggers to her feet.
Marshall checks her over and asks if she wants to continue. Dawson nods in affirmation. Marshall turns to Mitchell, slumped against the turn buckles of the neutral corner, and waves her back in. Mitchell seems almost reluctant as she pushes herself off the ropes and advances slowly towards Dawson.
Dawson is stood in the centre of the ring, slightly bent forward and swaying gently. Her gloved hands are lowered, protecting her sagging tits and belly but leaving her head exposed. It’s almost like she lacks the strength to raise them higher.
Mitchell advances slowly on the English woman, raising her gloves to chest height as she does so. Dawson straightens up and raises her gloves slightly but remains rooted to the spot.
Mitchell moves within striking range and fires of a right hook at Dawson’s closed right eye. Dawson doesn’t see it coming. Mitchell’s fist strike’s Dawson’s cheek bone with some force. Dawson spins round and face plants the canvas. Surely that’s it?
Dawson is face down on the mat, motionless. The count is a formality. The English woman is out cold. Blake Mitchell has done it. She’s knocked out Rose Dawson. She’s the second woman to defeat Rose twice and the first to knock her out twice. She raises her gloved hands in victory and sinks to her knees alongside her fallen opponent.
My mind immediately took me back to January and the sight of Terri, starfish like on her back, naked save for her gloves and boots and out cold as Rose prepared to sit on her face. Now it was Rose’s turn to lay sprawled and unconscious on the mat, but I didn’t think Blake was about to sit on her face. She may have wanted to but she simply didn’t have the energy.
Maggie and Jenny were quickly at Rose’s side, tending to her, while Peggy also entered the ring and helped the exhausted Blake back to the blue corner where she set about cleaning her up. With Maggie, Jenny and Gabi fussing over her, Rose soon came round and was sitting up in the middle of the ring by the time Peggy had finished wiping the blood off Blake’s face. Both fighters were then joined by medics, Cassy for Blake and Heather, a doctor friend that she had thoughtfully invited this evening, expecting a violent fight, to take care of Rose.
Rose was soon on her feet and Gabi bought her and Blake together in the centre of the ring to announce that Blake had triumphed. Rose clearly wasn’t invincible, but neither was Terri – I just wondered if she was still determined to have another crack at the woman some describe as “the best topless boxer of all time”?
Well folks, that’s the end of our coverage of this special event. I’d just like to thank Gabi Marshall and the team at CLAWS for providing the venue and making this such an enjoyable evening. Don’t forget that a surround vision film of these fights will be available to stream on Moonstruck or download from Tygress Productions in about a month’s time.
It just remains for me to say goodnight from CLAWS HQ and see you soon.
Down in the ring Gabi was also wrapping things up as the medics led Blake and Rose out of the ring room and up the stairs to Cassy’s consulting room while the seconds and the remaining four fighters prepared to make our way to the dressing rooms.
“Would you mind?” Asked Peggy, indicating the retreating forms of Blake and Cassy with a nod of her head.
“Not at all,” replied Suzi, ”up the stairs, turn left and it’s the third room on your left.”
Peggy scurried off after Blake and Suzi and I headed for our changing room as Gabi addressed the crowd:
“Ladies, thank you for attending our little gathering this evening. Congratulations to our winners, commiserations to our losers. If you make your way down stairs to the club restaurant you’ll find we’ve laid on a buffet and drinks for you. Our gallant fighters and some key members of my team will join you shortly.”
We walked into the blue corner dressing room to find Terri sitting on a bench, butt naked, soaking wet and humming softly to herself, her pee soaked panties on the floor in front of her. As we walked in, she looked up and smiled:
“Well, hello you two lovelies, that was fun, wasn’t it?”
“Terri!” I cried and went to hug her.
She gave me her best Paddington Bear stare and said: “Don’t, Ellen. Please!”
I halted midway to embracing her and my gaze went to the wet panties on the floor.
"Don't worry Ellen, I have washed them."
“How are you?” Asked Suzi, “What did Cassy say?”
“She thinks I’ve got two cracked ribs, maybe three. She says if I rest properly, I should be fit to wrestle next month.”
“Well, we’ll delay the tournament round a week or two to allow you more time.” Said Suzi without hesitation. The sign of a good boss is the way she looks after her assets.
Suzi was the Marshall’s CEO and the de facto boss of CLAWS. A less confident person would have consulted Jay and Gabi first but I knew Suzi lived by the rule that it’s easier to ask forgiveness than permission and they were hardly going to allow their star senior fighter to enter the ring when she wasn’t ready.
“Thank you, Suzi,” said Terri, “Jenny’s punch has got harder with age but I’ll teach that little minx a thing or two back at the hotel later.”
“Oh Terri!” I cried, “You really are insatiable!”
“What’s up?” protested the girl who’d just implied she was going to fuck the girl who just fractured three of her ribs. “We’re old friends. There’s more to our relationship than fighting and I intend to remind her of that before the night’s out.”
Sometimes I really did despair. How randy can one girl be? Particularly at her age?
Suzi and I stripped off our sweaty knickers and boots and headed for the showers. We stood under adjacent jets of warm water, soaping each other and enjoying the cleansing feeling. Girls being girls a little slap and tickle followed. Suddenly Suzi grabbed me, kissed me hard on the lips and slipped her soapy hand between my soaking wet labia. I grabbed her wrist and, gently but firmly, moved her hand away while saying softly:
“Not now Suzi. Not tonight. Another time.”
She blushed and said: “I’m sorry Ellen, I wasn’t thinking. Let’s get dressed and join the party.”
We finished showering and walked back to where Terri was sitting, towelling ourselves off as we went. When we got to the bench Peggy was sitting with Terri.
“How’s Blake?” Asked Suzi,
“She’s fine, Cassy is just patching her up. Rose is fine too. They’re showering upstairs and will meet us in the chillout zone in a few minutes.”
Then she added, conspiratorially, “Ladies, I shouldn’t tell you this but we almost had a fight between the doctors up there.”
“What? Heather and Cassy?”
I’d only met Heather briefly the day before when she and Cassy stopped by the cottage to see Erica and her new arrival. Heather was an obstetrician, a pretty girl in her late thirties with shoulder length wavey blonde hair and a trim figure. She took a keen interest in young Ellen who she pronounced a wonderful fit and healthy little girl. I knew Cassy could have a temper; I’d fought her a couple of times and she’d been my doctor for years. God forbid you go near her with high blood pressure or PMT, you’ll get very short shrift. By contrast Heather seemed all sweetness and light and I couldn’t imagine her getting angry enough to fight.
“What happened?”
“Apparently there was a dispute about how to treat leaking nipples. Heather is used to treating pregnant women and new mothers. Cassy was arguing, very forcefully, that you need a different treatment for women who’ve had their tits beaten black and blue over several rounds. She may be right, she probably is, but I wasn’t getting involved. Voices were raised and all I could think about was the girls sitting there waiting for treatment. Eventually Heather told Cassy to fuck off and treat her own patient while Heather sorted out hers. For a moment I thought Cassy was going to deck her but she obviously thought better of it and, finally, started patching Blake up.”
Well, there you have it, yet more madness from our dysfunctional little family where even doctors come close to blows. Suzi and I got dressed while Peggy helped Terri and then, suitable attired, we walked out into the chillout zone. There, enjoying the CLAWS hospitality where Blake and Rose, both dressed in fluffy bathrobes and decorated with the scars of battle, Jenny, Nancy and Katie, Gabi, Lena, Erica and baby Ellen and, of course, Jay Marchant who got everyone’s attention before saying:
“Well done ladies, one and all. The public (or at least your public) are waiting for us down below but please take a moment here first and I’ll see you in a little while.”
With that she left. Gabi raised an eyebrow. The gesture wasn’t lost on me. Gabi and Erica had always called Jay “Die Koenigin”, the queen, in respect of her imperious ways.
“Where’s Lesley?” Asked Peggy.
“Fucked off I assume,” replied Terri, “she doesn’t like losing and only ever hangs around to gloat. Sui taught her a thing or two tonight, it might be a while before we see her again. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some unfinished business over here.”
She gestured to where Jenny was talking to Nancy and Katie and headed over to them. I made my way across to Erica and baby Ellen and kissed them both before mingling with the others. I congratulated Nancy on her win and chatted to Katie who, it emerged, had been seeing rather a lot if Shannon Ryan.
“Don’t worry,” she confided, placing a hand on my arm and nodding in the general direction of Jenny and Terri, who were now quietly talking over a glass of wine, “I have her father’s blessing.”
I chuckled, recalling the way Shannon had greeted Terri on our last visit to the farm.
I spoke to both Blake and Rose and asked how they felt. Blake’s face was already showing signs of the black eyes Rose had given her. Rose’s left eye was completely closed. Both women assured me that they would be fine in a few days, I certainly hoped so. I asked Rose how she felt about losing and whether that would be her last fight? She replied:
“Hell no, I’ll get back in the saddle, you see if I don’t. Tell your friend over there, the one who’s trying to get her hands in my sister’s knickers, that she’d welcome to have another crack at me anytime.”
I looked across to where Terri and Jenny seemed to be deep in conversation and smiled. I’d hold that little snippet from Terri until I felt the time was right.
After about 20 minutes we’d finished our drink and prepared to make our way down to main party. Erica came up to me and said:
“Gabi is going to take me home so I can put Ellen to bed. Enjoy the party and don’t be offended if I don’t wait up for out.”
I hugged her, hiding my tears at the fact she’d said “home” and not “your cottage” – it meant the world to me. I kissed young Ellen goodnight and walked with them to Gabi’s car before going back inside and joining the throng. As I did so I saw Terri’s car pulling out of the car park. I had no doubt where she was going and who was in the car with her.
I could talk at length about the party but I’d only bore you. Suffice to say I searched the crowd in vain for Lisa, our third judge and someone I dearly wanted to meet. I later learned that she had left almost immediately after the fighting ended, keen to get the last train back to London and her family. Stacey had arranged taxis for us all and I got home around 1am to find Erica sound asleep in my bed with baby Ellen also asleep in the cot at the foot of the bed. I snuggled in next to my angel and slept the sleep of the tired, weary beaten but happy. As long as she was here, I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
