Another story of Angie and Nick. hope you enjoy.
Boxing in the rain
The rain poured down on the abandoned carnival grounds with an almost ominous force, the rusted Ferris wheel creaking in protest as it was battered by the relentless deluge. In the distance, lightning flashed across the sky, casting long, eerie shadows over the dilapidated booths and empty game stalls. Despite the oppressive atmosphere, Angie couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement welling up inside her. She glanced at her watch for the tenth time in as many minutes, her heart racing with anticipation. It was almost time.
She'd been training for weeks now, ever since Nick had invited her to join him in this secret underground boxing club. At first, she'd been hesitant. Boxing? In the rain? But Nick had been insistent, promising her that she'd never felt anything like it before. And so, against her better judgment, she'd agreed.
Finally, she caught a glimpse of movement in the distance. A dark figure emerged from behind one of the abandoned tents, water dripping from his hair and clothes. It was Nick. She couldn't help but smile as she watched him approach, his confident stride unwavering despite the treacherous conditions. He winked at her as he drew near, and she felt a thrill run through her. This was going to be good.
Nick held out a hand, offering her a towel to wipe the rain from her face. "You ready to do this, Angie?" he asked, his voice barely above the howl of the wind.
Angie nodded, her heart pounding in anticipation. "I've been ready for weeks," she replied, taking the towel and wiping her hair back from her face.
Nick grinned at her, his teeth white against the dark stubble on his chin. "Good to hear. Okay, then, let's get started." He motioned for her to follow him to the makeshift boxing ring they'd set up between two of the larger tents. The ring was surrounded by a makeshift fence made of wooden stakes and rope, the only illumination coming from a single, flickering lantern hanging from the centerpost.
As they approached, Angie could hear the faint sound of music playing from somewhere nearby, muffled by the rain. It was a slow, haunting melody that seemed to echo through the night, adding an eerie ambience to the already surreal scene. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves as she followed Nick into the ring.
Nick motioned for her to stand across from him. "Okay, here's how this is going to work. We're going to go three rounds, each lasting two minutes. Understood?" Angie nodded, her heart still racing. "Good. Remember, this is about technique and control. We don't want to hurt each other. But we also don't want to hold back. Got it?"
She nodded again, taking a deep breath and trying to focus on what Nick was saying. As she stood across from him, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe mixed with fear. He was so confident, so experienced. She hoped she could measure up.
The first round began with Nick throwing a series of jabs, testing her defenses. She blocked them easily enough, but it was clear that he was just warming up. He followed with a combination of hooks and crosses, forcing her back against the ropes. She managed to stay on her feet, but she could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins. This was harder than she'd expected.
As the round progressed, Angie began to find her rhythm. She landed a solid right hook that snapped Nick's head back, and he smiled at her appreciatively. The crowd, if there had been one, would have gone wild. But for now, it was just the two of them in this eerie, rain-soaked carnival grounds. The only sound was the rain pounding on the canvas above them and the soft music playing in the distance.
Angie blocked another series of jabs from Nick, feeling her muscles burn with the effort. She darted forward, landing a quick combination of her own before dancing back out of range. Nick grinned at her, his breath coming faster now. She could see the sweat beginning to bead on his forehead, the water rolling off his shoulders.
As the second round began, they circled each other warily, each waiting for the other to make a mistake. The rain continued to fall, the lantern above them casting long shadows across the canvas. Angie threw a quick jab, but Nick was ready for it, blocking it easily and countering with a sharp right hook that sent her stumbling back against the rope. She barely managed to keep her balance.
She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she could feel the tension starting to build in her muscles, the familiar ache that came with exhaustion setting in. Nick, on the other hand, seemed to be growing stronger with each passing moment. He landed a solid left hook to her jaw, and she felt like her head was spinning. She shook it off and forced herself back into the fight, determined not to let him win.
The third round began with a flurry of punches from both fighters, neither one of them willing to give an inch. They danced around the ring, each trying to find an opening, each trying to land the knockout blow. The rain continued to fall, the water streaming down their faces, making it difficult to see. But they didn't let it stop them. They fought on, oblivious to everything but each other.
Angie managed to land a solid right hook, followed by a left cross that sent Nick stumbling back against the ropes. He shook his head, clearing the cobwebs, and launched a counterattack, pushing her back with a series of jabs and crosses. She blocked most of them, but one slipped through, catching her square on the jaw. The impact sent a wave of pain through her body, and for a moment, she felt dizzy.
She struggled to regain her footing as Nick circled her, waiting for another opening. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her muscles burned with fatigue. But she couldn't give up. Not now. She forced herself to focus, to remember everything Nick had taught her.
Nick feinted with his left, then threw a powerful right hook. Angie ducked under the punch, feeling the wind of his blow on her scalp, and countered with a sharp left jab to his ribs. Nick grunted in pain but didn't go down. He pressed his attack, landing a series of jabs and crosses that forced Angie back against the ropes once more.
Her arms ached from blocking his punches, and her legs felt like they were made of lead. She could feel the exhaustion creeping into her muscles, threatening to overwhelm her. But she couldn't give up now. Not with the victory so close, yet so far away. She had to dig deep, find that last reserve of strength.
Nick pressed his advantage, sensing her weakness. He feinted with his left, and then launched a powerful right hook. Angie barely managed to duck under the punch, feeling the wind of his blow on her scalp. She countered with a sharp left jab to his ribs, hoping to weaken his defense. The blow landed true, and Nick grunted in pain. He stumbled back against the ropes, giving her an opening.
Angie followed up with a flurry of punches, landing a series of quick jabs and crosses that found their mark. Nick tried to cover up, but she was too fast and too determined. The crowd, if there had been one, would have gone wild with excitement chanting Angie's name. As the final seconds ticked away, Angie landed one last devastating left hook that sent Nick crashing to the canvas. The impact sent a wave of water rippling across the canvas floor.
She stood over him, breathing hard, her fists still raised in triumph. For a moment, she felt a surge of victory coursing through her veins. But then, as the reality of what she had just done began to sink in, a wave of doubt and guilt washed over her. She had beaten Nick, her friend and mentor. The man who had taught her everything she knew about boxing.
The rain continued to fall, the water streaming down their faces and bodies. Nick slowly pushed himself up onto one elbow, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His face was streaked with blood, and his ribs ached with every movement. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with pain and disappointment.
"I'm sorry, Angie," he said, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. "I shouldn't have pushed you so hard."
Angie knelt down beside him, her eyes filling with tears. "No, Nick. It's my fault. I shouldn't have let things go this far." She reached out to touch his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin through her glove. "I wanted to prove myself. To show you that I could do it."
Nick closed his eyes and winced as the pain in his ribs flared up. He forced a weak smile. "You did prove yourself, kid. You just had to do it the hard way." He coughed, trying to catch his breath. "But don't think this
is the end. You're still my champion, Angie. No matter what happens now, you'll always be my champion."
A few weeks later Nick setup Angie’s first fight in the underground circuit Angie was going to fight Rachel a real power house fighter that always took her opponent down with a knock out.
The old, abandoned underground parking lot was dimly lit, the only source of light being from a few flickering fluorescent bulbs. Water dripped from the ceiling, creating puddles on the cracked concrete floor. The air was thick with anticipation and the faint smell of sweat, as the crowd of 30 people gathered around the makeshift boxing ring. They were here to witness a bout between two women, both as skilled as they were dangerous. One, a powerhouse named Rachel, known for her vicious hooks and love for knocking out her opponents. The other, a determined boxer named Angie, who had recently made a name for herself in the underground circuit. The stakes were high, as not only was pride on the line, but so were the large sums of money that had been wagered on the outcome of the match.
As the two women circled each other, their gazes locked in a fierce battle of wills, the crowd grew silent. The only sounds were the occasional muffled grunt and the swish of their bare feet on the wet concrete. Rachel, towering over Angie by several inches, was the first to throw a punch, landing a solid jab to Angie's left tit. Angie winced but didn't flinch, instead returning fire with a quick jab of her own to Rachel's right tit. The crowd erupted into cheers as the fight began in earnest.
The two women danced around the ring, each trying to find an opening to deliver a knockout blow. Rachel's powerful strikes were relentless, but Angie's agility and determination kept her on her feet. In between punches, both women would occasionally try to kick each other's legs, attempting to knock them off balance. Angie was able to land a few solid kicks, which surprised Rachel, but Rachel soon adapted and began blocking them more effectively.
As the fight continued, the crowd grew increasingly excited, their cheers and jeers echoing off the concrete walls. The fighters were both starting to breathe heavily, their bodies covered in sweat and blood. Rachel landed a particularly powerful hook that sent Angie stumbling backward, but Angie managed to stay on her feet. The crowd held its breath as Angie slowly regained her composure and returned fire with a flurry of punches and kicks.
Angie was able to land several good punches that tore Rachel's left areola and nipple cause it to bleed heavily. Rachel cried out in pain and anger but refused to give up. She swung harder and faster, determined to finish Angie off. The crowd was on the edge of where the action was taking place, the tension palpable. As they circled each other, Angie saw an opening and lunged forward, throwing a combination of punches and kicks. Rachel managed to block most of the blows, but one of Angie's kicks connected with her left knee, buckling it.
With Rachel momentarily off balance, Angie seized the opportunity and threw her into a car. Rachel grunted in pain as she slid to the ground, her left knee now twisted at an unnatural angle. The crowd erupted into cheers as they realized that Rachel was finally down for the count. Angie stood over her victorious, her chest heaving from exertion and adrenaline. She looked up at the crowd, a fierce grin spreading across her face.
Despite the pain, Rachel struggled to get back on her feet. Her face was streaked with blood from the cut above her eye, and her breasts were bruised and swollen from the multiple punches and kicks. But she refused to give up. With a growl of determination, she launched herself at Angie, intent on taking her down. The crowd gasped as the two women collided in the center of the parking lot, their bodies locked in a desperate struggle for dominance.
Angie, sensing the shift in momentum, fought back with all her might. She managed to land a few solid punches to Rachel's injured knee, forcing her to limp and stagger. The crowd roared their approval as they saw Angie's strategy beginning to pay off.
With Rachel's mobility greatly reduced, Angie took control of the fight. She circled around her, dodging Rachel's weakened attacks and landing a series of powerful punches and kicks to Rachel's already battered body. The crowd was on their feet now, cheering and chanting Angie's name as she relentlessly pummeled Rachel into submission.
Rachel struggled to defend herself, but it was clear that she was running out of steam. Her face was a mask of pain and frustration, and her breath came in ragged gasps. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Angie landed a perfect roundhouse kick to Rachel's head, sending her crashing to the ground. The crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause as they witnessed the stunning victory.
Angie stood over Rachel's limp body, panting heavily. Blood dripped from her fingernails and her own body ached from the exertion of the fight. But she felt an exhilarating rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins, washing away the pain. She raised her arms in triumph, taking in the cheers and applause of the crowd. They were on their feet now, chanting her name and pumping their fists in the air.
As she turned to leave the parking lot, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. She had faced her fears, confronted her demons, and emerged victorious. She knew that there would be others who would challenge her in the future, but for now, she was content to bask in the glow of her hard-won victory.
A good cold shower and time with Nick was intoxicating. She knew that this was only the beginning for her, that there was more to come.
