For my birthday my wife gave me a different kind of present. She invited Kera to come over and fight her while I watched and Kera accepted the challenge. I had seen Nancy and Kera fight before at the gym. Kera is a black girl, about 3 inches taller than my wife and perhaps 10 pounds heavier. She has a beautiful face and figure, with chin length hair. If I were to sum up Kera in one word it would be “perky.” She is very outgoing and always has a smile. When they fight at the gym they wear headgear, gloves that look more like huge pillows, and are dressed in sweats or bulky workout gear. Not sexy at all, at least to me. They would fight two one-minute rounds, and Nancy was always the better fighter. Kera was a rank amateur. She had no defense and her punches were just arm jabs with no power behind them. However, at the end of a fight she didn’t act like she lost, she would just hug my wife and thank her for the workout. Like I said, just “perky.”
Nancy said they would alternate giving each other stomach punches until one someone gave up. I mentioned this scenario on a previous post. On an Internet clip I saw two Japanese girls taking turns punching each other four times in the stomach until one went down and didn’t get up. I showed the video to my wife several weeks ago and told her I thought it was very erotic and that prompted her to arrange the fight. Kera wanted her boyfriend to come and watch as well. The two women discussed what they would wear and Kera said her boyfriend Johnny would like to see them fight in heels. The boxing ring in our basement just had wrestling mats over the tiled floor that wouldn’t stand up to high heels. As I thought it was a sexy quirk I removed the mats and purchased some rubbery exercise matting and glued it to the floor. This wouldn’t be as soft as the exercise mats if someone went down but would allow the women to box wearing heels.
We met for dinner the evening before the fight. Johnny was very excited about his girlfriend “fighting for him,” but when I asked if he had ever seen Nancy and Kera fight at the gym he said no. Johnny was an okay guy, a bit talkative for my taste but then I wasn’t looking for a friend. He was obviously very taken with my wife and said he couldn’t wait to see the fight. There was no animosity between the women. They laughed and enjoyed the evening, much different than Nancy’s fight with Monique. The pre-fight atmosphere was so different I was worried this may be one of Nancy’s arranged fights that she did for me when we were in school. These were scripted and fake and I didn’t like it, plus I didn’t want people knowing about my fetish.
Johnny asked what the rules would be. Frankly we hadn’t thought much about it, so we spent the evening over cocktails coming up with how they would fight. A coin toss would determine who gave the first punches, and the first one to punch the other would only be allowed two punches. From then on, each woman would punch the other in the stomach four times, until one gave up or went down and couldn’t get up by the count of 10. The woman getting punched would place her gloves over her breasts and was forbidden to try and block incoming punches. If a fighter chose not to protect her breasts her opponent could punch her tits instead of her stomach. The hits could be in rapid succession or delayed at the discretion of the puncher. Punches were to be thrown from a normal boxing position (no spinning backhands, etc.). After the fourth punch a fighter would be given 15 seconds to recover and start her punches. If she didn’t return punches within 15 seconds she would lose a turn. We decided that after 4 cycles we’d call it a round with a two-minute rest before resuming.
Johnny asked if we could add one more thing. He saw the clip of the Japanese girls and though he liked it he said there was no penalty for going down. It appeared to him the girls did it sometimes just to rest. He suggested that if a girl went down her opponent could give her a punch to her face while she was on her knees. The second time she went down, she’d receive two punches, and on the third trip to the mat she’d get hit in the face 3 times, etc. Then he explained why he wanted to include this additional rule. He had a video camera that took super slow motion video and he wanted to film a girl getting hit in slow motion. I initially disapproved, mainly because I was afraid of any video of my wife “getting out there.” This was the reason I didn’t allow filming when Nancy fought Monique. My wife was totally okay with it however, saying that our original fears of losing our jobs had proven not to be true, and she suggested that the winner of the fight would retain the rights to the video. (Meaning if she won, Johnny would have to let her have his video). We adopted the face punch addition.
Instead of alternating duties I let Johnny be the referee. He would be in a position to film a fighter getting hit, and I would handle the time clock and counts.
We didn’t talk about low blows but I figured whatever the ladies decided to wear would pretty much define how much of their belly they wanted to risk. I also think Nancy picked such a fight because she wanted to prove (to me and to herself) that she could take a stomach punch, as low (ovary) punches almost cost her the fight when she fought Monique.
Fight day. I’m not up on fashion terms so bare with me and I’ll describe what the women wore as best I can. Nancy wore boy shorts? Very short shorts which were hip hugging and came up about two to three inches below her navel. They buttoned in front and the top button she left unbuttoned, exposing a bit more of her belly. Her top was coordinated with the shorts and looked like a sailor outfit. Reminded me of something a stripper would wear pretending to be a sailor. It was white and blue, with some red on the bra. Her breasts were fully covered and you couldn’t see her nipples. She was wearing I think 3-inch heels which were black and very open, exposing most of her feet and toes. She had spent time in the tanning booth and was very tan. She didn’t tie back her hair. She looked gorgeous and sexy! Kera was wearing a standard yellow bikini which had a fairly full bottom, and the top of the bikini cut about the same distance below her navel so it would be an even fight. This was the first time to see Kera’s body and I liked what I saw. Her chocolate brown skin was silky smooth and her stomach looked ripped. My wife has what I consider perfect tits, they don’t sag at all. Kera’s tits were bigger and it seemed like they weighed more, as they waited down her bra and certainly jiggled when she walked in heels. She was wearing yellow heels that matched her suit and were the same height as Nancy’s. We helped them put on just regular black women’s boxing gloves, not sure about the weight but they were in the 10 oz range. Just elastic for the wrists so nothing was taped. We didn’t tape their hands, and neither fighter chose to wear a mouthpiece. They were both wearing makeup and lipstick, and looked like they were getting ready to enter a bikini contest rather than fight.
Johnny got into our ring in the basement and pointed each fighter to a corner. Then he tossed a coin and had Nancy call it in the air. She won the toss. He covered the rules once more and asked if either had any questions. He looked at me and I rang the bell for round one. They met each other in the center of the ring and Kera put her gloved hands over her chest and spread her legs slightly, waiting for Nancy to hit her. I would soon find out if this was a staged fight or if it was real. At this point I didn’t care which, my heart was racing so fast. Nancy hit Kera with first a right and then a left, landing about two inches above her navel, one punch on the right side and one on the left. THE FIGHT WASN’T FAKE! The gloves popped against her flat stomach. Kera cried “ugh!” with each fist landing, and stepped back a few steps with each punch. “Okay, get ready for four of them,” she said as she walked up to Nancy, standing now in the center of the ring with her hands over her tits. Kera hit her two rights to the left side of her stomach, about the same place she was punched, followed by a left on the other side, and ended with another right. Nancy reacted as Kera had, and by the last punch had back peddled almost to the ropes.
Now it was Nancy’s turn for a full salvo and Kera took it though wincing painfully and saying, “Oh Shit!” as she backed up, just before Nancy struck the final blow. She took some time to rub her stomach and was breathing heavily as she came back to Nancy standing in the center of the ring. This time she delivered four right hands, pausing between each punch so that each blow was as hard as the first. During their bouts in the gym Kera didn’t display this degree of punching power. I’d call the punches they were giving out about even. Every punch landed in the center of her belly, between Nancy’s navel and the top of her shorts. Nancy had backed into the ropes by the second punch, so took the last two punches leaning against the ropes. She cried, “Ugh!” and “Ow!” with every blow, and got louder when she took the last two. Nancy stayed on the ropes clutching her stomach and trying to get her breath. By the time she started toward Kera it dawned on me that she had probably exceeded her 15 seconds, but I was so caught up watching the fight I forgot to look at the stopwatch.
I thought I saw some tears in Nancy’s eyes as she was definitely hurt but also very mad. She attacked Kera, throwing four rapid punches, alternating right and left hands. She hit her with each hand just under her ribcage, the last two landing squarely on her navel. They were so rapid and fast that Kera didn’t have time to retreat but a couple of steps and took the punches pretty much in the center of the ring. Nancy’s anger resulted in throwing her punches too fast. They weren’t as powerful as if she had slowed down and carefully aimed each punch. It didn’t take Kera long to recover and retaliate. She ran towards Nancy, at least as fast as you can go in heels on rubber matting, winding up her fist as she came and when she was in perfect range she let go and landed another right just below my wife’s navel. Nancy screamed but didn’t step back, instead she was bent over by the punch and leaned onto Kera, taking her arms off her breasts and putting them on Kera’s shoulders to steady herself. Kera immediately followed with another punch. I couldn’t see exactly where it landed as they had turned and Nancy’s back was turned to me. Nancy went down! She landed on her knees and her gloves in front of Kera. Kera raised her hands and jumped up and down, saying, “Yes! Yes!” Nancy rocked back on her knees and put both hands on her wounded belly. Johnny stepped between them taking out his camera. “Okay, for the first knockdown, Kera you get one punch. Don’t punch until I say go, because I’m not sure how much memory slow motion uses.” He got down on one knee just to the side of the fighters, aimed his camera at Nancy’s face and shouted, “Now!” Quickly Kera smashed the left side of Nancy’s head, and just as quickly he turned off the camera and got up. Due to Johnny saying don’t punch until I tell you and Kera’s reaction, her punch wasn’t effective at all. There was no power behind it. Nancy’s head turned to the right from the blow but she stayed on her knees. When I started counting, she easily got up at 3, although still holding her stomach in pain. Kera still had two punches to go, and Nancy reluctantly removed her hands from her belly and placed them over her chest. Pow! There was a real pop as Kera landed again on her favorite place, now beet red. Nancy didn’t move much at all, painfully trying to breathe. One more punch and the round would be over. But it wouldn’t end as Nancy wanted it, as Kera’s next punch just collapsed my blonde and she went down again, partially on her side, her right glove on the mat holding her up and holding her belly with her left. Kera was ready as soon as Johnny said go with the camera, delivering two punches, one to the side of Nancy’s head, the second sideswiped her mouth. The second punch was harder, but still Nancy had no trouble getting up by the time I counted three and ended the round.
Kera danced around the ring a couple of times while I helped Nancy to her stool. I gave her some water, and then some more and told her to spit it out. There was blood in her spittle, as the inside of her lip was cut but there was no blood visible on her face. We hardly spoke as there wasn’t much to say. She was obviously in pain and gasping for air, though she got most of her wind back as the two minute rest period came to an end. As Nancy started the first round it would be Kera punching first in the second. Nancy’s stomach was bright red as she faced Kera and waited. One, Two, Three, Four! Somehow Nancy didn’t go down, probably because she was hanging onto the ropes for the final two punches. Nancy was holding her stomach and bent over, again gasping for breath. She was having difficulty standing up in her heels and kept holding onto the top rope. I looked at my stopwatch. “5 seconds left to punch back!” I shouted, but Nancy didn’t let go of the rope. “Time, it’s now Kera’s turn again.” Kera met Nancy on the ropes and punched again just below her navel. She went down hard. One hand was holding onto the middle rope as Kera started punching her face while Johnny filmed. One, two, three right-hand punches, each one harder than the other, to the left side of her face. I started counting, and if it wasn’t for climbing the ropes she probably wouldn’t have made it up. As soon as she was up Kera punched her stomach again just above her shorts, doubling my blonde over. She was going down but Kera pushed her back against the ropes keeping her from falling and gave her the last two punches, again to the center of her belly. Nancy fell forward and tried to catch her fall with her gloves but her hands weren’t working and she landed hard on her face on the rubber matting with both arms over her head. As she just laid there, Kera said, “I’ve got 4 punches to give!” Johnny told Kera to turn her over and give them to her as she lay on the mat. She rolled her over and sat on her chest, Johnny filming from the side as she hit Nancy 4 more times. These punches were much harder, knocking her head back and forth with each punch.
Kera got off my wife, stood over her, and I started counting, though I knew it was over. She hadn’t even been able to deliver a single punch in the second round. When I reached 7 Nancy tried to get up but couldn’t. I counted her out. Kera put her heel on Nancy’s stomach and raised her arms over her head while Johnny filmed with his camera, also zooming in for a close up of my wife’s face with a bloody lip, as she was now crying and holding her stomach. Kera left to take a shower and change, while I helped Nancy to her stool. The blood was from a small cut inside her lower lip. After a few minutes she seemed okay and needed no help to get up. Johnny came over to make sure she was okay, and to show me the footage he filmed of Nancy getting hit. It looks a lot more dramatic in slow motion than it did in real life. When Kera came out of the bedroom fully dressed Nancy was still in the ring with her gloves on. She challenged Kera to a real boxing match. Johnny answered for her. “You’re on!” Of course, since you challenged her, it’ll be our rules.” Then he looked at me and winked and said, “And you know it’ll be topless, right?” Nancy just said, “Whatever.” He said they'd call with details of the rematch, and they left.
