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After getting a lot of requests to post a log of one of my Boxing matches, I've decided to yield, and complete the collection next to the Wrestling, Catfight, and NHB logs I already have posted on here. I always view my fight logs as a very personal thing, but when I have a partner like Natalia, things just get so exuberant, and my hesitation and self-doubt turn to an uncontrollable desire to share the product of our partnership with the whole world.

Just like our Pro Wrestling I-Quit match, this boxing bout was extraordinary. I don't think I've had a better boxing match online, period. So, thank you, thank you, thank you Talia for being such a wonderful partner, a fierce opponent, and simply a total joy to do this with. The match had so many twists and turns, surprises and nail-biting moments, until the completely unexpected ending, that left us both stunned. I won't spoil anything for you, but I'll suggest you guys grab a drink, for this is going to be a long ride!

** Dedication ** I wish to dedicate this match to boxing fans everywhere. But one in specific - Ms. Emily Layne - comes on top of that list. For one her name is Emily, duh!! And also because she’s such an awesome gal, and I can’t wait to get in the ring with her!!  xxx



XoXo ~*M*~

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First off, in the blue corner, the Mexican Warkitten Natalia!!



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And in the red corner, c'est moi Emily!! ((P.S. Not really a boxing belt, so just play along, okay?? ))



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Natalia: So this is the Burj Khalifa, the tallest building in the world. I must admit I am very impressed, not only because of how tall it is and how amazing the view from this room close to the top of it is, but also by the luxury of this whole place. This is way beyond rich and elegant, it is conspicuously extravagant and exotic, it is.... insulting, a slap of the face of anyone who considers themselves wealthy and yet couldn't afford a room like this... and I know very few people could afford something like this. Me for example. There is no way in the world I could pay for something like this and yet here I am.... but not as a guest.

I am not here for my enjoyment, even if I am in fact enjoying the place and the incredible view. I am here for the pleasure of others and in a way I feel very much like the luxurious mirror in which I am seeing myself. I am another luxury the rich and decadent guests of this underground club are going to enjoy, a pretty girl fighter, ready to trade blows in the most unladylike manner possible with another beautiful girl for the entertainment of the selected crowd that can pay for my services... and boy they are paying me a LOT!

I was already dreaming about what I could buy myself with the money they offered me. A new car for sure and if I win and the tips are generous I think I could afford that flat downtown I have always dream off. Yes I have to win and it is not just pride what drives me. To motivate the girls to really put their hearts into it the club pays us extremely well, but it pales in comparison with the money you can get from the tips and especially if you win by KO.  That means I am going to go out there wanting badly to KO my rival... and I know she must be thinking the same.

I can't help but feel a shiver run down my spine, and when someone knocks on the door telling me it is time, my heart beat accelerates and butterflies start to dance in my time. I take a deep breath and blow my reflection in the mirror a kiss before I head out of the room where two big guys are ready to escort me to the main hall where the ring is.

 “LADIES AND GENTLEMAN.... FOR OUR NEXT MATCH WE HAVE TWO LADIES OF INCOMPARABLE BEAUTY AND SKILL. YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES WHEN YOU SEE WHAT THESE TWO HOTTIES ARE WILLING TO DO TO EACH OTHER FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT!” The announcer begins as I wait for the signal to enter.

 “ENTERING FIRST OUT OF THE BLUE CORNER AT 5'6” AT 118 POUNDS, WITH A RECORD OF 9 WINS 2 DEFEATS AND 7 KNOCKOUTS, THE LATINA SENSATION, THE SEXIEST SLUGGER, THE MEXICAN BOMBER, NAAAAAAAAAATALIA 'THE WAR KITTEN” DENARDEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” As silly as it is I can't deny that I enjoy being announced like that, and when my music starts and the crowd politely claps and cheers I feel pumped up.

I start to walk out from the entrance area, going through a corridor between the tables of the spectators, doing my best to look lively and sexy. I am wearing a blue silk kimono styled robe, cut short so my blue booty shorts can be seen clearly and show off my perfect round derriere. The robe is open up a bit, enough to show some cleavage. My hair tied up in a tight cute pony tail behind the back of my head bobs left and right and I bounce around, shadow boxing and winking and blowing kisses to the fans.

My attire is completed by a pair of also blue short boxing boots and matching 12oz blue gloves. I climb the ring stairs and the two big guys follow me, pushing the ropes up and down as I double over to sneak in. I say hi to the announcer that is clapping to me and move to my corner. The referee, a pretty Asian girl dressed as a playboy bunny comes to me to start giving me the match instructions, but I just nod and don't pay her much mind. I know this game upside down....all I want now is to see my opponent.


Emily: Clouds ~~ Clouds ~~ that's all I see ~~ And no, they are not above me, not even in front of me ~~ they are beneath me ~~ I'm not dreaming, I'm actually standing looking at them through the floor to ceiling windows of my own private suite ~~ I am dressed in my short silk robe, not even knee length, half open, showing a long film of skin, cleavage, my pierced navel and the red boxing shorts beneath them.. Holding a short glass, still pretty much filled as it was earlier with Scotch, the large ice-cube resting on the bottom like a massive iceberg ~ My blue eyes continue to gaze outside the window, when I hear the knocks on the door ~~

Thick, Eastern European voice: Ms. Wishmaker? Are you ready Ma'am? We have to go in 70 seconds ~

Me: Yes !! Yes !! Right away !!

I spin quickly, my rob flaring open, revealing a quick flash of my naked breasts beneath. I bend and put the practically untouched drink on a table, and I rush to the door ~~ Hand reach up fast to close my robe, and pull the belt around it, knotting it tightly ~~ I don't stop by the mirror, merely slow down, turning my gaze to it, checking the hair, the makeup. I smile at myself peeling my lips back ~~ SHIT lipstick stack on my tooth. I quickly lick it with my tongue, hearing the knocks again ~~

The voice: Ms. Wishmaker ??!!!
Me: I'M THERE !!!

I bounce quickly to the door, my boots thudding lightly on the carpet, opening it, I smile at the two guys, in their black suits, the black shades on their eyes ~~ total MiB's. One clearly Russian or Ukrainian, with his short blonde hair, almost a military haircut, and clearly the one who talked. The other, silent as a fish, but no less physically impressive than his colleague, and seems to be North African of descent ~~ Moroccan perhaps?? I don't know, I'm not a freaking anthropologist, but the fact I'm trying to play trivia in my mind, is just a testament to how nervous I am ~~

It's not really my first time, third actually ~~ First time was in Rio ~~ A small event, the kind that I actually had to debate whether the flight ticket is included or not ~~ the second in Bombay ~~ But this, this is something else ~~ I almost hung up thinking it's a joke when the agent called me and told me how much money is on stake here ~~ Heck, I can retire already ~~ Fuck anything else, just start my own hair saloon or makeup studio and live comfortably for the rest of my days ~~

The fact that Mount's Everest and Olympus lumbering to each of my sides remain quiet till we reach the elevator, doesn't help me think of anything about what is going to happen next ~~ A turning point in my life and career for sure ~~ Yes Emily, you've got it~~ I watch one slides a keycard in a nearly invisible slot in the elevator, and to my surprise, instead of it going down ~~ it goes UP!! I gasp, as I watch us go past the PH level, and the letters AUD flash on the digits ~~ Auditorium???

The doors open and I walk out, and I can hear the ruckus of the awaiting crowd, We turn left, and I find myself walking into a small booth. A pretty petite girl smiles at me, and helps me with my gloves... Red in color, and with quick precision she laces them ~~ "

“AWW!!" I yelp,
She glances at me, asking in a calm voice; "Too tight??"

I nod, and she lightens it a bit, the proceeds to the other hand, and she does it better. I take in a deep breath, then I hear the sound coming, from everywhere ~~ whatever the sound system in this place, I want it in my new apartment ~~ I can feel the man's voice coming from everywhere from inside my head!! They announce you, and I hear the roar of the crowd, the chatting, and I smile nervously at the girl ~~

Then, the voice comes again; "AND HER OPPONENT..." And as he says it, she pushes me softly and I turn, smiling and I dash through the blue velvety curtains, arms raised in the air, golden pony tail bouncing behind my head ~~  "COMING TO THE BLUE CORNER AT 5'10" 130 POUNDS, WITH TWO WINS AND NO DEFEATS FROM MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA, THE MEAN BRAWLING MACHIIINNNEEEEE THE BOSSY AUSSIE LASSSIIEEEEE, EMILY "THE GOLDEN PUNCH WISHMAAKKKEERRRR!!!"

I raise my arms high, hearing the crowd roar and I just keep rolling down, bouncing up and down, feeling my boobs bouncing under the robe, smiling and turning, and I feel a bit surprised, the arena is much smaller than I thought, the ring, a proper legal size, but there is hardly 100 guests in here?? How much did they fucking charge per ticket to afford all this?? I get to the steps and I climb them fast, my eyes eagerly checking out my opponent. Brunette ~~ typical ~~ that would make one of each hair color now ~~ My last two were a redhead and another blonde ~~ The girl who helped me with the gloves, walks sexily to the middle of the ropes, and sits on the middle one, lifting the top over her shoulder and I slide in with ease ~~

I start bouncing and shadowboxing, raising my arms up high, hearing the crowd cheer up and on again ~~ the ref walking to me, asking me to move to my corner, as she gives me the rep down. I smile at her, almost mockingly, yeah right. As if I'm going to take you serious with your black and white striped bikini outfit, sister ~~ but I play along, nodding and I keep stealing glances at you in your blue corner ~~


Natalia: I take another deep breathe trying to calm my nerves. I always get like this when I am about to start a match. That cold feeling that I refuse to call fear runs up and down my body, so I keep moving in my corner trying to stay warm, knowing that once the fight starts and the leather flies back and forth it is going to be gone and adrenaline will take over. I can't wait to feel that rush I get each time the bell rings and I am left all alone in a ring with another girl, both trying to knock the lights out of the other in front of the fans.

Having never faced you before but having heard a lot about my opponent I am beyond thrilled, in a mix of excitement and fear that makes it impossible for me to stay still. I have never seen this Emily Wishmaker before; all I know is she is a tall lean mean and beautiful blonde that is causing quite an impact despite being very new.  So I am not surprised we were given the main event for this card. I am quickly making a name for myself out here and my five consecutive wins up to this match prove I am a serious contender for the title.

I know I probably shouldn't have done it but I couldn't help checking the club's website to see how were the odds for this match: 5/4 in my favor. That sure put a smile on my face even when I expected them to be higher. The announcer starts to talk and now all the attention is turned to my rival. I can't help but feel a bit jealous as I compare how the crowd receives you with how they received me. I was seriously expecting to be received better than you but seems you have as many fans in here as me. It must be because you are new and blonde, I tell myself.

I try to act calm and collected, casual even, warming up and down some stretches but I just can't wait to finally take a look at you and when you get in the ring and my eyes meet yours I feel my heart skipping a beat. Gorgeous, fit and there is something about your looks that makes me think this is going to be a tough match.

 “THIS FIGHT WILL GO FOR 5 ROUNDS OR UNTIL ONE GIRL DROPS.... AND REMEMBER YOU CAN STILL BET ON YOUR FAVORITE GIRL IF YOU HAVENT DONE SO YET..... LADIES.... GOOD LUCH!” The announcer finishes as the referee goes to check you and then the announcer leaves the ring.  The referee then calls us to the center of the ring to give us the final instructions. I walk there and stand in front of you, looking at you. Yes you are taller than me and that may be a problem, but I know how to deal with tall girls.

Then the referee tells us to touch gloves, go to our corners and come out punching. I raise my blue gloves up a bit and smack them hard down on yours, trying to show you just how strong I am by pushing your gloves down, and then with a smirk I return to my corner. My corner girl a pretty brunette like my helps me disrobe, and I make sure to bend my body to the side a bit to make it look even sexier. She then puts the blue mouth piece in my mouth and I bite it hard.

DING DING DING

The bell rings and it is on!


Emily: I look at you over the ref's shoulders, with a mixture of anxiety and interest ~~ So, this is the War kitten ~~ I was quite upset when I saw the betting ratios. I have a huge ego, and even though I'm knew, I expected that just our measurements, me being taller and heavier, and not to mention WAY WAY hotter would make things in my favor. But a bit of humility made me realize that these fans who bet on us are actually serious ~~ they went for the one with the longer reputation, and with only two fights under my belt, despite both being victories, I was the new comer, and thus in their eyes, the underdog ~

A pretty tall underdog if you ask me. And then I did some research, to find out that you yourself won your first four matches, so you had a streak of your own at some point. Looking into the stats of the girls you beat, I was even more concerned. One of them was Ramona Daniels ~~ that freakishly tall Costa Rican girl I saw fight once in Brussels ~~ A freaking 6'1" bitch, how did you even land a punch on her? I wished these matches were recorded, but with a strict no recording, no streaming, and no cell phones policy ~~ whatever happens in this ring, stays in it, and in the memories of the lucky few who attended ~~

All that gets posted is the results, for the bets. I glance up, and swallow hard, looking at the ridiculous number ticking on the large ticker hanging above the ring ~~ close to a Million dollars already ~~ I then focus down, looking at you, how you move, you're light, you're fit, your bendy ~~ And I feel more tension, when the ref asks us to come closer ~~ She barks the instructions, asking us to bump gloves, and when you stick yours out, I smack mine into them a bit TOO hard, giving you a sneer, one that you return ~~ We retreat to our corners, and the girl in my corner helps me disrobe ~~

My topless body is revealed, my perky 32D's hanging high on my chest, and I feel her softly caressing her fingers on my shoulder, making me flinch a bit, it feels weird, then she speaks in a low whisper;

Her: "Good luck..."
Me: "Thanks, I don't need luck..."
Her, with a soft chuckle: "Oh, everybody does."

I see her eyes glancing over my shoulders, and I turn, looking and I feel nervous seeing your naturally tanned body, looking pretty fit, and hot; the fine line of abs outlined perfectly down your midriff ~~ the large breasts hanging out large, the nipples dark brown, such as their pads. I bring my arms up, the gloves going up, and I move in, hearing the bell toll;

DING DING DING !!


Natalia: It is on and as soon as the bell rings and the crowd cheers I get that rush of adrenaline all over my body. The nerves that were making me feel cold and stiff disappear almost completely and I immediately start to feel the temperature raising all around me. I punch my gloves together and then I stretch my left arm towards you as if I was pointing at you with my glove to the turn it down showing the thumb down. The fans cheer loudly some laughing and I smile. I love putting on a show and I know that my playful nature is one of the reasons why I get such good tips.

But I am not so stupid as to underestimating you. Last time I did that it cost me the fight and my opponent wasn't 5' fricking 10”. That is why I only dare to taunt you now that I know I am out of your reach.... and what a long reach you must have with those slender arms. They are long and look strong, so I am pretty sure you will try to make that count.

Against opponents like you I know I need to get inside and that is exactly what I do, not wanting to give you time to measure up and find the right distance to establish the jab. Not it is time to see if all those bob and weave drills pay off. I keep my gloves up and lower my head a bit, swaying from left to right, trying to keep my head moving and now giving you an easy target and then surprise you with a snap quick left hand jab... aimed towards your nude tits just to test your reflexes.


Emily: Springing from our corners, we quickly move into a posturing and gesturing ~~ a game you take lead of, pushing your arm our and turning it ~~ and much to my displeasure the crowd buys into it ~~ I roll my eyes, and instead, I reach forward with my left arm to my chest level, a little bit shorter than your height, and I hold my glove facing down, clearly gesturing and pointing out how short you are ~~ Another rally of laughter resounds ~~

You then bend, bringing your gloves up, bending and my calves tense, bouncing to the left, then right, then I bounce back watching you weave, trying to confuse me, but I don't bring my gloves up, I just keep them down to my sides, in a clear gesture of disrespect, watching you sway then swing your left and I quickly twist my body to my right and back, letting your glove move past me ~~

I hear a loud cheer from the crowd,  bouncing a couple of steps back, eyeing you, in a classic Prince Naseem Hamed style, smiling at you, and I bounce to my left again, my eyes narrowed, waiting to see the anger in your eyes ~~ Come on bitch ~~ come on ~~ rush into me... And I tighten my left ~~ you swung your left to test ~~ no one uses their good arm to tense ~~ that means you will come with a right I bet ~~ Come on ~~ I ready myself for your rage charge, my body tensed to bend to my right again and this time, swing my left to your left boob along with the dodge ~~


Natalia: My jab flies in and hits nothing but air, I bring it back quickly as it already served its purpose, to test your reflexes... and the results aren't pleasant. You are fast. Tall and fast, that sure is a troubling combination. And also arrogant. The fact that you don't raise your guard up to fight me is so disrespectful that I can't help but feel insulted and a bit enraged. Yet I don't hurry to punish you. I don't want to fall into a trap and I get the sense that is what you are setting up.

I keep moving forward feeling a bit like I am chasing you and then feint with my left as if I was going to try another jab, only to bring it back quickly and then try to strike with a right straight towards your belly. And as I do down comes your left hand towards my boob. Luckily my left glove isn't far away but I don't get much chance to get it in the way as your glove sneaks and slams against my perky tanned tit. “UGHH!” I groan taking a step back and to the side, not licking much how that went.


Emily: Just like I suspected ~~ A right handed bitch ~~ Always always let them test the waters first ~~ Give them nothing ~~ And take everything ~~ Golden words that my first ever trainer told me ~~ And while my cocky demeanor fooled you, there you are, almost losing your balance putting too much strength in your right, that almost touches the ends of my ponytail, leaving your left side open and I move, seeing your left rising, but not before my glove drills into your left boob HARD, and I feel your glove impacting the bottom of mine, but before you push it off I do an extra ~grind~ with my glove into your 34D and then add a little 90 degree ~twist~ atop of it ~

I watch the pain on your face, your jaw almost opening from the punch, and the feeling of the Velcro turning and rubbing your skin roughly, in a little added extra that the ref's eyes won't see ~~ and just as your left arm goes up knocking my own left out, my momentum has taken me to the right, and I twist, using my stronger right arm to fly low, with a spin of my torso, to drive into a very flat uppercut towards your left ribs just below your now raised arm ~


Natalia: The fans roar as you punch my perky bosom and I am forced to step backwards. That is one of the reasons why they make us box topless, they love to see our assets targeted and you just did that, not only crushing my left orb with your glove but twisting it to add a little extra pain and really drive in the pain. My tits bounce slapping against each other as the left areola shrinks, and wrinkles, the brown nipple getting hard.

That Velcro burn you left in my tit stings immediately and I bite my mouth piece, not liking that you are making me retreat after failing to go forward but that first exchange didn't went well for me and it only gets worse. Your long slender arms make it hard to escape from you and your long legs help you cut the distance and strike again. “UGHHH! Your upper cut hits right on my ribcage making me blow some air and making my tits slap up once more.

I can't play cat and mouse with you... at least not with you being the cat. So I brace myself, toughen up and take the pain... to fire back at you, twisting my body to she side to put my weight on a right hand hook that goes in fast looking for your lovely jawline.


Emily: My right swings wildly and ~~ SCORE ~~ the even harder punch drives into your ribs ~~ I hear the grunt, the mouth piece clacking against your teeth, and I get the sweet sweet reward of seeing your eyes shut momentarily in pain ~~ fuck ~~ if not for my mouth piece, I would have been licking my own lips in a delicious sensation ~~ My own boobs bounce up, swaying to the left from the swing of my torso,, and I try the same game with you, grinding in and twisting ~~

But this time, there is no give from your body, your upper body move, but your legs stay still, and I see you twisting, firing up your right for my face !! My eyes widen, gasping and I quickly tilt my upper body back ~~ shocked at how fast you are retaliating, even after a harder punch ~~ but with the way I put us closer, there is no room, my left arm pulled back too much and even with my arching, your glove connects with my chin, and my head snaps to the side ~~

"UURRGHHH!!"

My head shakes to the side, I have a pretty strong jaw, and your punch was weak by the pain in your left ribs, but still, a punch is a fucking punch ~~ And my pony tail flies over my left shoulder, staggering back a step, then another, then I bounce back, curling my body, and bringing my left glove up defensively, putting it up, as we separate, glaring at you angrily ~~ not believing you got a punch in ~~ we start circling again, the crowd cheering, and I can hear the betting ticker above our heads going ~CRAZY~  


Natalia: I have taken just two punches from you and I already can tell that you are a fast and hard puncher.... and also that you know how to grind and twist your gloves to make them sting and bruise the skin. I wasn't expecting someone with just two fights under her belt to box this dirty, but I am starting to think you ARE just dirty. That makes punching you way more satisfying, not only because I hadn't been able to lay a hand on you yet but because now I feel well justified to hurt you as bad as I can.

And you look so pretty with your head shaking to the side, your blonde ponytail flying over the shoulder and you staggering back. I smile and for a second I hope you have a glass jaw. There is no way for me to know but I get the impression by how you box that your jaw hadn't been tested before... but I am wrong. Seems I am going to have to do a lot more to put your slutty ass on the mats.

I try to press forward but the punch to my ribs makes it hard for me to follow up as decisively as I would have liked. Instead I have to move to my side, always trying to avoid a direct hit from you and then go low, trying to tag those toned abs with a fast 1-2 left right hooks.


Emily: Staggering back, I bend over a bit, my body curled, and I bring my left glove up ~~ My right arm stays to the side a bit, dangling loosely next to me, and I just keep pumping it. Teeth clench on my mouthpiece, seeing the arrogance in your brown eyes, the sweat now forming on both of our foreheads. The crowd cheering, and I glance up over your shoulders, as we turn, seeing the reflection of the clock ~~ 10 seconds left ~~

Maybe we should just dance till this bout ends... I think I should be on top of you anyways ~~ Two punches for one ~~ that's a good start ~~ But you clearly don't want that, and you rush, my abs tense, my right arm cocks, my left pushes out forwards, triceps tensing, and I ready for anything, seeing you suddenly ducking and tossing arms, at my abs, but that is when my height helps, my arm is longer, and so is my torso, and the lesson is, never, never swing for a curled boxer's abs ~~

You swing your first and I step back, feeling the air whooshing by my abs, but the second never comes ~~ my left glove, already high drops down, pressing to your forehead, weighing you in, as my right flies in a wild hook, coming from the side towards your left cheek ~~ and halfway through the wild swing I hear the bell going ~DING DING DING~


Natalia: I go low and push to you, driving hard my first punch already thinking about the second one that I am preparing for you. I love busting a girl’s body before going up for the head and it served me well when I fought against Ramona... but you are faster than her. Way faster and know how to move much better. You step back and my arm swooshes in front of your abs not touching anything. The lack of impact leaves me a bit off balance and before I can bring the second fist you are already putting a hand on my forehead, setting the distance and making me hate you.

I hear the bell and BAAAAAM! Your right glove connects with my face making it snap to the side, some saliva flying from my mouth and I stumble to the side having some trouble to recover my balance. Luckily for me the referee has already stepped up between us to stop any further aggression, which right now would have not been very good for me. I rub my cheek with my glove and give you a dirty look as I go to my corner.

My corner girl puts a stool and I sit on it and let her give me some water and towel the sweat from my face and tits. That round didn't go well for me. My left tit is still stinging, I am breathing heavy and still feel dazed by that last parting punch you gave me. I look at the board besides the ring where the judges are sitting pretty sure that they will count that last hook. Now I am behind in points, great! I think as I spit into the bucked and bite my mouthpiece again, realizing I am going to need a lot more in the ways of strategy to win this one than merely punch away.

 (Emily 8 - Natalia 3)


Emily: Staggering back after the wild hook to your cheek I blink and ready myself for a cheap trick, or an outburst of rage ~~ lots of girls just throw courtesy to the wind and try to sucker after the bell, especially with such a close call punch ~~ some even claim they didn't hear it from the punch ~~ but you reel back well, clearly needing the break yourself ~~ I move to my corner, and I slide down to the stool, smiling, as I spit the mouthpiece in the cup the girl placed under my mouth, and I grab a bottle of water, gulping a mouthful;
Her: You looked great out there !!

Me: huff~huff~~ thanks!!
Our eyes meet up at the scoreboard, and as I see the 8 ~ 3 I raise my arms up excitedly; "YESSS!!"
Her: Don't get too cocky!! One down, four to go!!!
Me: Great advice!!
Her: She leads a lot with her left by the way, her neck is too stiff, keeps her open, try to use that
Me: Huh ~~ yeah you're right... What's your name?
Her: Sarah
Me: Well thanks Sarah!! If I win, that's 20G's for ya!

She smiles from ear to ear, and slides under the ropes. Two bikini clad girls walk around the edges of the ring, holding the number '2' high over their heads. I get up, sliding the mouthpiece back in, and I SLAP my gloves together.... Moving slowly to the middle, my arms up, in a defensive posture ~~ You're the one down in points, you're the one desperate to rush... Better play defensive now ...


Natalia: As if it was not enough to have to eat that punch at the end of the round I have to see you celebrate when you see the score. It is okay, I tell myself, five points aren't that much. I just need to take it to you in this round. Of course you come out playing defensive as anyone, even a dumb blonde, would do. I am trailing on points so it is me who has to attack and take the risks. And so I do. But I am not dumb enough to throw myself at you wildly. It is just the second round, I tell myself.

I move to the left, then to the right, trying to find and opening but you give me nothing. Seems I am going to have to create my own openings. So I move forward to you, snapping a quick left jab trying to keep your gloves up and trying to block your vision with my blue glove and then move to the right as quick as I can, and lower my body, leaning forward a bit to aim a hard right hand hook to your ribs.


Emily: We move to the middle of the ring ~~ I'm playing overly defensive... Turtling up, pretty much just like you were at the first round.. The crowd cheering seeing you jumping right and left, trying to get an opening... But I move as fast, twisting my torso to keep you in sight my gloved hands up, abs tensed. The clock ticking.. 10 seconds pass... 20... And no attack yet, just the posturing and dodging... The crowd start to boo, and then suddenly, you move in, swinging your left up at my face, and instinctively, I close my gloves together, blocking the punch, but in doing so, I fall to your trick, and block my vision as well ~~

And as I feel the glove connect with mine, softer than I thought I move them apart fast, to see you, but you are not there, then "UUUUGGHHH!!"I feel your fist drilling hard into my left ribs!!!  I grunt twisting to my left and I drop my left arm fast down, the punch landed, but I'm furious, that's three points right there, and I slam my forearm on yours hard, trying to drive it as hard as I can, wanting to hurt your left arm ... A dirty trick, and this time, the referee see it, and rushes in between us, my forearm is aching but I know it's nowhere as hard as yours plus, it's my left arm vs your right...

The ref screeches at me pushing me back, telling me off, but I just keep apologizing saying it was just reflex!!


Natalia: I hit your side hard making you groan and I love it. This is exactly to open up a bitch like you. Now I have to keep it up, but before I can do such thing you smack my forearm with yours. “UGHHH!” I groan stepping back but wanting to punch you again. The referee is already between us before I can do anything, giving you a warning, while I step back closer to my corner. Rubbing my left arm with my right glove.

 “Be careful. She fights dirty.” My corner girl tells me and I turn my head to look at her giving her a Thank-you-Captain-Obvious look. The referee tells you she will deduct points from you next time and then calls us to FIGHT! again and I raise my arms, left one aching but still high. I am getting increasingly annoyed with you... starting to hate you even. Not wanting to waste more time while I am trailing I rush to you and swing my right hand straight for your left tit, then twisting my body to the side trying to follow up with a left hand hook, going high for your cheek.


Emily: I look innocently into the Asian referee's eyes, putting on my most sincere apologetic face, and she huffs and puffs, turning. She knows all too well about these dirty tricks ~~ She's a girl and can read right through my bullshit ~~ And I just smirk as she turns, shaking my left arm mouthing and "awwww" to the crowd... And I head a mixed reaction. Some cheering some jeering ~~ A lot of them have put heavy money on this fight, and they do not want their girl losing. But the ones who bet on me, feel more excited, as the ticker keeps going, and I glance up, gulping ~~ it's almost $1.9Million now ~~ Where do these people find their money??

I notice then the multi-color bar beneath, the one that was mostly blue than red when we started, and now, the red side have grown to dominate the blue, meaning more bets are coming for me now. I grin, watching you holding your arm in pain. It's not entirely shot, but it's hurting, which means another chance for me. I bring my defense up, circling you, I know we wasted at least half this round by now. And I'm leading you with 2 maybe 3 points, depending on how well your punch was awarded ~~ You suddenly RUSH me and swing with your right arm for my boob, but I quickly swing my left up, pushing my glove into yours with relative ease ~~

Blocking your punch, that is not coming at 100% speed due to your hurting arm, and I tense my body quickly stepping back, seeing your left flying up and high, hearing your grunt, and I quickly DUCK down, crunching my abs as hard as I can, and fire two punches to your abs ~~ first with my harder right, then with my left ~~


Natalia: If I wasn't so focused trying to knock your blonde head off your shoulder I would probably notice the huge amount of money that is being put on the table for this fight... of which I will get a percentage big or small depending on if I win or lose. The intensity in my lovely eyes and my burrowed frown makes it every evident to anyone watching me that I want not just to beat you but to hurt you. Sweating heavy already, I swing my punches hard, letting the anger fuel them.

But anger doesn't makes them effective and my left arm is still hurting despite how much I tell myself it isn't. There is a loud SMACK of leather hitting leather as you block my punch and the crowd gets excited with how much we, especially me, are putting into this. Then my left hook comes up as your blonde head comes down and once more my arm swooshes in the air. The way you make me miss making me grow more and more frustrated.

Someone as tall as you shouldn't be that fast, I think... but you are and your counter attack comes in an instant. “UGHHHH!” your heavy right hand impacts my toned abs that do their best to absorb the punch, immediately followed by another one to the same spot, making my grimace and step back, hurt.


Emily: ~~WHAAMMM~~~BAAAMMM~~ My quick punches smack you straight in your gut ~~ I hear the gasp of pain, and I  breathe hard, I know I must capitalize, the way your arms shake, the way your right forearm has a rather nasty blue bruise forming halfway through it, the way your own  boobs shuddered with the shockwave of the two punches, causing me to catch for the first time, how long and thick those brown nipples of you are ~~ mmm almost yummy ~~ but now now Emily !!!

I growl and step into the space you left, my body sliding up, as I start swinging in a frenzy of right and lefts, keeping my neck craned in, my head down, but I fire all my punches at your boobs, taking advantage of being ~inside~ your defenses, I swing the Velcro clad fists into each of your D-cups with vengeance in rapid alternation, trying to land as many as I can hard!!


Natalia: You punch me hard and over the echo of your leather hitting my flesh I can hear the crowd roaring. They aren't many but they sure are loud and they are loving the show. I am far from a seasoned veteran but I certainly have a way longer career than your two fights. You are the rookie and the fans seem to love watching the lesson the rookie is giving me right now. I step back trying to put some distance, but putting distance from someone with your reach and step is not that easy.

You catch up with me long before my breasts have stopped jigging from the last two punches and you now make them bounce wildly. First a right making my left orb smack against the right one and then your left gloves sends them flying in the opposite direction. The pain making me yelp loudly, only exciting the crowd even more. I bring my arms down quickly trying to protect them, but even with my arms the punches still hurt so I decide to push myself forward and wrap my arms around yours, clinching with you. My sweaty tits hurt like hell when I press them against you, resting my chin on your left shoulder, but this is still way better than taking more punishment.


Emily: I move in, flailing with my fists, gritting hard on the mouthpiece, feeling it almost about to snap ~~ Sweat beads rolling down my forehead, into my eyebrows, droplets flying off the tip of my nose, feeling the soft flesh of your boobs dent, watching them squish, press against your ribs, before moving back to their round shape, and then getting crushed again by the next punch ~~ I dunno how many I landed ~~ I don't really know ~~ But suddenly you throw your body at me, trapping my arms between us and I feel you sliding your arms around me hugging me tight ~~

GAH!!! Dirty cxnt!! I can feel you holding on desperately to me, and I shake wildly, but with my arms between us I can't move, your chin resting on my shoulder, I can feel your boobs slick with sweat, sliding and squishing against my own and we stumble, my gloves fist swinging low now, trying to land a couple of punches to your lower abs, or your hip, the referee screaming; "HEY!! BREAK IT OFF!!!" And she moves in pushing at with her arms, but you don't trust me to not toss a punch, and you're right, I will punch your fucking face off your fucking face if you let go!!!

~~ DING!! DING!! DING!! ~~ The second bell sounds, and two more staff rush into the ring, pulling us apart, and as I promised I try to swing a fist to your exhausted face, but someone hooks my elbow and blocks me, pushing me to my corner, the Asian ref going nuts ~~ clearly pissed off that she is losing control of this match ~~ but as I retreat to my corner and spit my mouth piece out, I scream at her; "SHE'S THE ONE WHO CLINCHED ME!! MY FUCKING ARMS WERE DOWN ALL THE TIME!!" Most of the crowd hearing my Australian accent for the first time, and I can tell the effect it has on them, as the ticker goes nuts above my head...

And when I glance up, I gasp, it's already at $2.5M and rising !!! Sarah comes to me and starts dabbing my fore head and neck with a chilling wet wash cloth, swiping down my chest, and cleavage

Sarah: Wow!! That escalated quickly!!
Me: No shit Sherlock!!!
She chuckles, and we both turn to the judges table, the three judges locked in a heated debate, and I try to listen, but I can hear nothing over the roar of the crowd, but it's clear they are arguing the number of punches I landed to your boobs before the clinch.


Natalia: I hold your arms firmly in the clinch trying to keep them trapped and not give you any room to continue punishing me. I am soaked in sweat right now and not feeling OK at all. I push my body into you, trying to lean on you and make you support my weight to tire you up, but that is not easy to do with a taller girl, especially not with a boxer that knows so well how to use her body. You may have just two fights in this club but I am pretty damn sure you have boxed a lot more than just two times.

The abuse you gave my tits has them swelling and stinging, it feels almost as if they were pulsing, the nipples hard like bullets now and they tingle when I feel the smooth sweaty flesh of your own tits against them. You shake your body, making your tits slap mine painfully but I don't let go. I twist my body with you, turning my hips, knowing very well you are going to keep trying to punch me low, so I move to make sure all you hit is my hips and not my still hurting abs.

The referee tells me to let go but I don't, I hug you harder. I'll be damn if I give you another chance to hit me and I know very well now what a treacherous viper you are, so I cling to you and wait. Finally the bell dings but I still don't let go. Instead pushing on you, whispering in your ear low enough to make sure only you hear me. “Fucking cheating cxnt...” I would say more but I can't breathe much.

There is a bit of a commotion on the ring as some people need to come to separate us. Some of the fans boo our unsportsmanlike conduct, but most seem to be loving. It is not usual too see two opponents hating each other this much. I am dragged to my corner as I too want to hit you, and once there I drop on my stool, my back pressed against the turnbuckles as I pant heavy. My body is soaked in sweat making me look like a bronze statue as I try to recover. I can feel some bruises appearing on my tits and I know it is going to be a couple of days before I can wear a bra again.

The judges put up the cards but I don't want to see them. I know things aren't going my way... at all.

Emily 20 - Natalia 6

 “Wow... you are trailing back by a lot now.... “My corner girl says as she towels my face and if I wasn't so busy gulping water I would probably say something to her but all I do is gulp more water and curse my luck for getting the stupid corner girl. I stop her when she tries toweling my tits and makes me wince in pain. “You have to go for the knock out, Miss Natalia”, she tells me as if I didn't knew already. This break feels a lot shorter than the one before for some reason and DING DING DING.... we are on again.


Emily: My eyes narrow, as the judges seem to come to an agreement, then I watch them holding the signs up, and my blue eyes squint, doing the math quickly in my head, whispering to Sarah ~ "Does this look right to you??" But her own pretty eyes are narrowed in equal surprised ~~ Clearly struggling with this simple subtraction ~~ But they widen in shock and disdain, and I scream out;
"THAT'S SUCH BULLSHIT!!! I NAILED THAT BITCH WITH A DOZEN PUNCHES!!!" I scream out ~~

Sarah leans in hushing me and she says; "Shhhh!!! Calm down... This is not the federation... If they don't like you, you're screwed!!"
I decide to take in to her advice, and I glare across the ring, seeing you arguing with your girl, and I smirk ~~ 14 points lead ~~ FINE!! That will do ~~ I look at your pretty boobs, now swollen a bit, looking bigger than they were when you started ~~ I can feel a bit of ache on my left ribs, on my left forearm, but I know your right must hurt more ~~ I landed on top of it with the bottom of mine ~~ that chop will help ~~
~~ DING DING DING ~~

I quickly get up to my feet, and Sarah pulls the stool out and I immediately move to your corner ~~ you're still sitting and you try to get up quickly, but I know better than to let you capitalize, the ref tries to step in, but I quickly twist to my right and escape her grip ~~ she can't really stop me, the bell DID ring and I hiss; "Out of my way!!" And I fly towards you, wanting to keep you in your corner, bringing my left up in a straight jab for your face, wanting you to lean back, or block it, anything to keep those abs of yours exposed, for my right to fly straight into it ~~


Natalia: It is hard to think clearly with how furious and frustrated I am. I none of my other fights I felt such a strong desire to win... and in none of them I found myself losing so badly at the start of the third round. I don't know why you are so angry about the score, I couldn't care less. I am not going to be happy until you are laying on your back out cold. I want nothing more than to just walk to you and punch your slutty face until it is a mess of black and blue.. But as much as I want it I can feel my body is not up to follow my will. I am hurt and definitively not as fresh as I usually am on the third round.

It isn't easy for me to get up and my corner girl almost has to push me forward. Too groggy and too busy helping you to get out of my corner quickly. You are already moving to me when the bell dings and the ref isn't able or too willing to try to stop you, so when I am finally on my feet I see you right there in front of me. The look of shock is clear in my pretty face. This is not good. I am barely out of my corner and you quickly send me to it. You jab at me and I am quick enough to bring my arms up... which is exactly what you wanted to then ram a glove into my exposed and not so hard any more abs. “UFFFFFFFF!” The punch sends me back and I feel my ass and back hitting the ropes hard. I double over turtling up, trying my best to cover both my face and my body from more punishment.

[~*M*~]

Emily: I am ~ON~ you like peanut butter on toast ~~ Ignoring the referee, clearing taking your side, because either she's a dumb brunette like you, or more likely because of me disrespecting her earlier ~~ well a huge FUUUUUCCKKKKKK~YOUUUUU to her ~~ I'd knock her out right now if I didn't know it hurt my chances getting the bonus for winning ~~ And right now, I feel more than secure I'm winning points wise, which means, phase 2 has started, win with a freaking KO!!! I see you blocking up, but my right drills into your gut hard ~~

I feel your body rocking, and this time, your abs seem softer than when I punched them before ~~ A part of my mind loses track or interest in counting points ~~ I see you stumbling back your ass hitting the corner, which means Chinatown BITCH will be on me instantly to pull me off you ~~ And knowing I have one or two shots before she does, I press in and swing my right again to the SAME spot in your belly ~~ it's either you block it, leaving your face open ~~ or you eat it, and in that case, you will leave your face open ~~ for what you say??

For the swinging ~~ flying ~~ jaw breaking ~~ as kicking ~~ bitch knocking left hook flying to your jaw ~~ the same one I knocked my last opponent with !!


Natalia: Being trapped in the corner is always bad but it is even worse when fighting a vicious bitch that knows what she is doing. I am in big trouble now I know it very well and I need to get off this corner quickly or I am going to get killed, but long before I can think of a way to escape this predicament you move in to capitalize. You are fast, almost as fast as me and way faster than the referee that hesitates before interfering. You go low again and I can't help but bring my arms low. My tummy hurting too much to take another blow. “UGHH!” I groan as your glove hits my arms, the one you hit with your forearm hurting badly.

And then you go up, just like you planned. I have no time to react and you hit my jaw with a brutal blow that makes the crowd wince and quite a few of the patrons to stand up on their feet. My head snaps to the side, sweat and saliva flying from my face and so does my mouth piece landing outside the ring. My neck feels wrecked and my legs turn to putty.... and down I go. I make an attempt to hang from the ropes as I stumble a step before hitting the mats, tits first, adding more pain to my already aching body.

The referee jumps in finally to push you away from me and start the count... and soon some of the fans start to count with her.

“ONE.... TWO..... THREE.... FOUR.....”

I lay on the floor, shaking my head, the whole world is spinning around me now and all I can do is blink and gasp. It is ok... the count is just starting I have time to recover, I tell myself, staying down and not pushing myself.

“FIVE.... SIX.....”

I take one deep breath, panicking a bit as the count seems to be going faster, when actually the ref is counting a bit slow. I get to my hands and knees and grab the ropes that luckily for me are right beside me and with their help I get back up to my feet just as the referee is counting. “SEVEN!”

There is a loud round of applause, although I am not sure if it is for you for knocking me down or for me getting up. The referee gives me the protection count to “EIGHT” and then asks me if I know where I am. “.....Dubai....” I answer still a bit dazed.

Luckily for me my corner girl isn't as useless as I thought and she already has recovered my mouthpiece and is showing it to the referee. The referee tells me to go back to my corner to get it... keeping you at bay while I put it back in my mouth and bite it.


Emily: ~BAAAMMMMM~ My red glove connects with your jaw, hair and sweat and spit and plastic flying off, and in slow motion a huge grin forms on mine, feeling the ref's arms going around my waist, putting her shoulder in and SHOVING me back, but I don't care, I stumble back and give her a big tooth thin, poking my red mouthpiece out with my tongue, and watching you collapse like the towers of Hanoi ~~

She turns to you, and looks at you falling face and boobs down, and I turn raising my arms up, the crowd roaring, the ticker going crazy, the red bar now almost completely swooping the blue bar, more than twice the length ~~ and since no one can change their bets, a lot have now bet ~again~ but on me this time. I parade around, hearing the numbers roll, sliding the mouthpiece out, I bring my arm up and start counting loud ~~

But then as I turn, I see you pushing to your knees ~~ What the SHIT?? One tough cookie, aren’t' you~~ And I feel a bit of admiration and pity ~~ watching you groggily get up ~~ The ref showing a surprising amount of expertise, giving you the Standing Eight, asking you to step forwards, putting your arms out ~~ And you do so, and then she asks you a question, and I chuckle, answering in the same time for you, in a loud bitchy voice; "LA LA LAND!!" I push the mouth piece back in place, and I slap the gloves together, glaring at you, then glancing at the clock ~~

Still some thirty seconds ~~ The ref backing away, her arms outstretched, her fingers touching my left shoulder and I flinch hard, knocking her hand off ~~ she gives me an angry glare, but she too has a job, and she doesn't want to be perceived like she's siding completely with you ~ She swings her arms forwards, and I waste little time, rushing you like a bull ~~

Arms swinging, I do not relent, you're groggy ~~ I won't defend ~~ at best, you will fire back, and if we both hit each other, I'll hit you harder, and I'm not going for points anymore ~~ Or you go defensive for what time is left, if you're smart, hoping you can recover in the break and get me with a lucky punch in the next round ~~ either way, I like my odds ~~ And I swing wildly with my longer arms, sending them in angry right and left hookse for your temples, moving in faster and faster, trying to rush in and ~accidently~ bump my body into you, boob to boob, to send you back and open your defenses.


Natalia: This is quickly turning into a nightmare. Here I am in Dubai, the top spot for this foxy boxing club, in the highest paying match in my career, getting destroyed by a rookie. It is the third round, we are not even half through this and I am barely on my feet. I feel so humiliated and so hurt, and I can tell you are loving this as much as I hate it.... and I hate you like I haven't hated any other fighter before. But although I keep thinking of revenge now it is not the time for it. Right now my only concern is surviving this round.

I look at you trying to hide that I am more than a bit scared after you put me down. I know you can smell blood in the water and as soon as the ref allows it you will come for me to try to finish me up... and you don't disappoint me, as soon as the ref is out of the way you come charging at me like a bull. I am having trouble to raise my guard so I prepare myself to dodge.

You start by swinging at me with your longer arms, taking advantage of your reach and going straight for my head. I bob my head and duck under you punches managing to dodge most of them but still getting my head rocked a couple of times.... but not enough to go down. I don't want to get caught up on the corner but I need to step back more and more and when you bump your body into me I stumble and end up with my cute ass on the ropes. I lean back, bringing my gloves up to deflect more of your attacks, pressing my back against them and stretching them as much as I can, using them to avoid falling... still dazed but suddenly sensing a small opening in your relentless attack...

Knowing the referee will stop this if I don't put some offensive I decide to take my chances and after I make your left hand miss by bobbing to the right, I bounce of the ropes towards you, trying to land a straight right hand to your mouth.


Emily: I come packin'n'swingin' ~~ Rights and lefts flying, my boobs bouncing in a sight most loved by the crowd, and my 32D's do not disappoint, especially with the sweat covering them and flying with each swing. You back away, covering up, your head between your forearms, gloves curled up, and I have to come closer and swing harder, and when my boobs bash into your sore once, you stumble back into the ropes, and I sense the weakness, swinging harder and harder, grunting with effort, hoping that the next punch would make its mark, and send you down to the floor ~~

But you are turtled up completely, and all I hit is forearms, and graze the back of your head, the referee shouting, she needs to break this up, she won't let me pummel you while you are against the ropes, and certainly not after a near TKO ~~ And I feel her moving to my right, readying to interfere and push me back ~~ my eyes glancing to the right to look at her, deciding to fire one last punch at you, but it all happens in a split second, my arm never makes it ~~ I see a blur with the corner of my eye and then ~~

"UUUGGHHHHHH!!!" A flat, square jab drives right into my mouth, and I feel my lips grinding back into my teeth, my head knocked back ~~ not expecting that you would have such strength I stagger back grunting, my arms swinging in the air, the back of my right glove smacking the referee in her cheek, as I stagger back, struggling to not fall, feeling my lips go numb from pain ~~


Natalia: I am taking the beating of my life and I am impressed, as are the fans, but how I am taking it. I am too proud and there is something about you that makes my blood boil, pushing me to give it my all and then some. You have been abusing me all this round so when I make you kiss my glove in the hardest possible way it feels awesome despite of how much I am hurting. I see you backing away, smacking the referee and suddenly looking vulnerable and open.... like I have never seen you in this whole match. I bite my mouth piece, knowing it is now or never, and although I am reluctant about leaving the ropes that are supporting me I push myself forward to you.

It is all about pride now. I don't care about money or points any more, that is already gone. All I care is about hurting you, showing you just what a tough bitch I can be too. I lead with my right hand straight to your left tit, trying to crush it and flatten it against your ribcage and twisting my glove as I, wanting to give you a Velcro burn as payback. Then my left goes low, fast and furious in a hook aimed at your kidney area... to complete my rush with a vicious uppercut, that I try to raise from very low and bring up between your tits, looking for your chin.... when... .. DING DING DING!


Emily: I stagger back, stunned ~~ completely stunned, feeling the numbness on my lip, the bottom one almost feeling like it stuck to your glove when you pulled it back ~~ I try to shake off the pain, but you lunge at me, and ~~ "UUUGGHHHH~~GGAAAAHHHH~!!!!" Two wild hits drive in, the one to my boob feeling like it's crushing my gland completely, and I shudder from it, then the slam to my kidney area causes me to yelp and stagger forwards into you, causing your rising third punch to get stuck between us, the Velcro grazing around my skin, our boobs coming together and I toss my right arm around your head ~~

Grunting I clutch to you, in a half clinch, hearing the bell go, and I growl, shaking and twisting with you, feeling you trying to still PUSH the glove up, until it's resting between my boobs "NnGGHHHH~~ BUUUUSCCHHH~~" I cuss at you, my chin on your shoulder, and I feel the numbness on my lip give way to some wetness, a steady bleeding down my chin, a thin red line rolling down and dotting your shoulder ~~

Your left hand flies at my hip again and I swing my left into your side angrily, grunting, both foregoing the bell, until the same ruckus go again, this time, three men rush in and push us off, one of them dressed as a referee in fact.. They separate us, and I stumble to my corner, turning and I almost fall off missing my stool if not for Sarah.. She holds an icepack to my busted lip, and she looks at me concerned... I don't know how it happened... how you did it, but you turned that round against me.. HORRIBLY... And she's smart enough to not say a thing...

I spit my mouthpiece off, and I glance at her saying;
Me: How does it look?
Sarah: Small cut... Will stop bleeding in a second, let me spray it.. Just make sure she doesn't hit it again or it will get worse
Me: I wasn't talking about my fucking lip....
Sarah remains quiet, and turns her head to the judges, locked in an even more heated debate....
Then the ref's raised the card, and I close my eyes, knocking my head back, grabbing the icepack from Sarah's hands, I press it against my lip harshly... The boards read 23 - 15... Sarah blinks confused, then asks:
Sarah: How the fuck??"
Me: Hits when she's against the ropes don't count ~~ The KO wasn't counted, nor did the barrage ~~ guess they know their shit huh~~

She exhales, clearly feeling nervous that her dreams about the money I promised her getting a bit shaky ~~ I slide the mouth piece back in, and pass her the icepack. She quickly sprays my busted lip, and the pain numbs down, the bleeding having slowed down a lot, and I grit on my mouth piece, jumping up to my feet ~~ the bikini girls walking around, flashing their huge boobs and smiles to the crowd, holding down number FOUR ~~

~~ DING DING DING ~~


Natalia: After what happened in the second round the bouncers are already close to the ring just in case there is another brawl... and there is. This time it is broken pretty quickly and we are send to our corners. I sit on my stool and spit my mouth piece into the bucket to start drinking water. “Wow.... I can't believe you did that....” My corner girl says as she wipes the sweat from my face and gives me water. “Thanks.... “I say having very little air to spare chit chatting. “You made her bleed...” she says touching my shoulder to show me your blood on me. I look at it and then tilt my head to the side to see you. Yes, you are bleeding... just a little, but it still brings a smile to my face.

 “I am going for her... she is mine...” I tell my corner girl, but mostly I tell myself trying to convince me that I can do it. And indeed I do feel kind of revitalized after that. My body hurts more but having punched you like that at the end has revitalized my spirit and brought me back some of my confidence. I try to feed on those thoughts, remind myself of the huge money prize I could get if I put you out.

DING DING DING

The bell sounds and this time I don't waste time in my corner. Now I am going to take the fight back to you and show all this rich decadent jerks and especially you that I have fire in my heart. I approach you, suspecting you must be a bit sensitive about your lip and feint with my left hand, trying to make you think I am going to jab it, to then move low and bring my right hand up, wanting to hit you right under your ribcage, at the solar plexus with a vicious upper cut.


Emily: The points don't worry me ~~ I'm still ahead ~~ and if we are dragging this to a toll, I can play defensively ~~ But I have a strong feeling that's not what's going to happen ~~ Something else worries me ~~ And it's that you were the one landing the last few punches on me ~~ that you're the one who forced me to clinch ~~ and that's it's my blood on your skin, not yours ~~ That's what worries me ~~ And that means, that now, this fucking BITCH has some hope ~~ and that can be pretty dangerous for someone as desperate, angry, mean, and well, let's be real ~~ tough ~~ as you ~~

And I can see the smile on your face ~~ the gloating in them, the pride that you have hurt me ~~ well fine bitch ~~ gloves off ~~  I smack my gloves together hearing the bell and I spring up, rushing at you, and you do me ~~ the referees, both the guy and the girl move to one side, and surprisingly, the girls slide between the ropes and jumps out of the ring ~~ clearly something happened while we were not noticing, and they decided to switch her out, probably out of concern that such a high stake match go out of control ~~ but neither of us care, nor probably notice as we beeline for the other ~~

You move for me, and I keep my left glove high, my right low, both tense and ready, and we swing at the same time, I see your hand going for my face, and I bring my glove up to intercept it, my right flying hard towards your lower ribs, where I punched you before and ~THWACCKKKK~ ~DUNNNGGGHHHH~ Both blows land almost instantaneously, me groaning in pain, feeling my solar plexus compressed, but it does not stop me from GRINDING my glove hard into your left ribs and twisting ~


Natalia: My jab makes your guard go up and BOOM in goes the right upper cut right to where it hurts. You groan in pain as I love how your face looks when hurting. But a split second after I connect BOOM, your right hand slams into my ribs making me wince, my cute face twisting in pain as I arch my body to the side a bit. You GRIND your glove into my side, where you have been hurting me before but as bad as it helps it doesn't stop me. I want to bring you down and I am willing to give everything I have.

Slugging it out may not be the smartest thing to do but seems we are both willing to let the other hurt us for a chance to hurt her back. I jab at your face with my left hand and this time the jab is real, trying to get another kiss in my gloves from your pouty lips... and immediately following up with a right hand hook trying to hit across your bouncy tits.


Emily: Standing there, we start to just swing our fists, our boots planted firmly on the canvas, ponytails and sweat flying, grunts escaping our lips, but neither a step back ~~ it's clear we are going to beat the crap out of each other ~~ And while each blow connects, we suck it up, despite the pain, and you manage to strike me first ~~ due to the shock of the solar plexus blow ~~ first with a light jab to my mouth, and my cut lip bursts in pain once more, the spray losing its effect, the glue splitting and my blood gushes out, staining your glove, and ~~ AHHHHH ~~ you ram into the side of my left boob ~~

I wince in pain, but I'm also coming at you, and hard ~~ My head back a bit, I quickly swing my left in a low swing for your abs ~~ wanting to punish your midsection after the barrage I laid in there earlier, I need to keep those muscles in a knot, and hope they slow you down enough, while my right comes out, using it to put as much strength as I possibly can in a right hook ~~ but in a total show of how dirty I can be, I keep my arm open a bit, and instead of going for your jaw again, I send my punch flying towards your left ear ~~ in a perfectly legal ~ yet highly frowned upon blow ~~


Natalia: The crowd is getting extremely loud as they see the two hotties go toe to toe, trading punch by punch, no defense all out to attack. The fans acting a lot more like the rowdy crowd of a cheap truckers bar than the richest men in the world that they are. I connect two punches to you making your lip bleed again and there is no one in this world I would like to see bleed more than you. Then my hand hits your tits, making them flail in front of your chest as you wince... but for that satisfaction I pay dearly.

 “UGGGGG!” Once again you land a blow on my abs, the muscles knotted up, feel like cramping and I am forced to step back, hunching a bit from the blow. My arms lowering, giving you the perfect opportunity to smack my head and you do it, hitting me hard...right in the ear. “AIGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I shriek in pain, immediately hearing a pop in my ear and feeling a buzz in my skull. The whole place once again spins around me and I stumble several steps to the side before hitting the ropes and falling on my knees, holding them as my tits press on the middle one.

The referee immediately jumps in between us giving you a nasty look while many in the crowd boo you. It is just now that I notice that the cute Asian referee we had has morphed into a big bulky guy. I turn around and despite how dazed I am I get up even before the referee starts counting. He pauses the fight when he sees me holding my ear with one glove, my face a mask of agony and yet I keep staring at you with murderous eyes. He makes the medic come up to the ring to check my ear and I really hope it isn't bleeding because I want to kill you right now. Once the medic gives his OK he steps back and tell us to continue.... and I just pounce on you, leading with a right hand hay maker punch, caring about nothing just wanting to hit your fucking head.


Emily: My blows land, hard and true ~~ just like yours ~~ but mine are smarter, and downright dirtier ~~ nailing the abs once more, then your ear, you spin around and fly crashing to your knees, the ropes saving you from falling down, but your D's land flat on the middle rope, causing them to dent, deform and bounce up, giving some of the audience one awesome show ~~ I move in fast, not giving a fuck ~~ I realize you won't go down, and I want to receive you with a swing to the jaw the moment you rise up ~~ but the referee blocks my path, and unlike the chick before him, he has the power to back his authority, smacking his palm into my chest, giving me a hard shove and barking at me "BACK OFF!" ~~

I step back fuming, reaching up and wiping the blood from my lip, it's bad ~~ REAL bad ~~ And the medics rush to the ring, one for you, one for me ~~ They check on us fast, but unlike you, I stand there, with my head up high ~~ You grovel on your knees ~~ just like you probably like to spend your time, giving head ~~ They clear us both, which sort of pisses me off ~~ I bring my gloves up, just as they slide out of the ring, taunting you ~~ "COME ON!!" ~

I look at you, rising, your left ear red like a tomato ~~ clearly giving way to where I punched you ~~ But I don't give a shit ~~ your ear is your center of balance ~~ And nailing it counts for a lot ~~ but balanced or not, you barrel towards me, your right flying in a wild swing for my head and I quickly duck down, not sure if I am quick enough or not, my right flying once again to your midriff, and as I do, I notice the red dot above your belly button ~~ you too wear navel piercings ~~ and without hesitating I fire my right as hard as I can towards it, closing my eyes, preparing for the worst ~~


Natalia: My legs feel like jello, my tummy is hurting in ways I didn't thought possible making it impossible for me to stand up straight, and now I feel my ear pulsing besides my head. I do not know how it looks but it feels as if it had swell to ten times its normal size, my tits hurt each time they bounce, something that they hadn't stop doing since the fought begun as I keep moving and jumping, but despite all this I kept pushing and when you call me out telling me to come at you, I just do that. My speed and ferocity seems to surprise you and although you duck, my punch a managed to catch the top of your head... right at the same time you land yet another glove at my gut.

I didn't thought my belly could hurt more than they already did, but when you punch me right at the piercing it does. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGUHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The blow feels like a stab, probably because on top of knocking nearly all the air off me and making me feel as if you were repositioning  my internal organs, you drive the piercing deep into my tummy and I can feel it cutting something. I double over and fall to my hands and knees. My face red like a tomato, my mouth opening wide letting my mouthpiece drop followed by thick thread of saliva.

I didn't thought my belly could hurt more than they already did, but when you punch me right at the piercing it does. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGUHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The blow feels like a stab, probably because on top of knocking nearly all the air off me and making me feel as if you were repositioning my internal organs, you drive your fist right to the tiny hole where I wore my piercing. A small part of my skin that having pierced breaks rather easily. I double over and fall to my hands and knees. My face red like a tomato, my mouth opening wide letting my mouthpiece drop followed by thick thread of saliva. I move my right hand to my belly trying to support myself only with my left but it doesn't works and soon my pretty face is against the mats while I stay on my knees, shaking from the impact.


Emily: I duck, close my eyes, and fire my right arm forward like a piston ~~ my eyes closing in purely human defensive fear, perhaps because I know, I'm getting hit, and I am not even sure, which came first ~~ the soft drill of my glove into your belly, or the vicious slug to the top of my head ~~ Your arm did not contact my temple, it landed a bit behind it actually, and I groan, my mouth gaping, the mouthpiece flying out ~~ My head snapping to the side so harshly, my right ear almost connects to my right shoulder ~~

My right knee buckles, collapsing and I crash down to it, both of us falling down, me to one knee first, while you crash to both at once ~~ my right gloved fist hits the ground and I barely stop myself from falling as my left hand punches the canvas and I lay there for a moment ~~ the crowd roaring, watching us go down in a near double-KO ~~ both shaking our heads ~~ The ref moving his eyes between us ~~ He raises his arms, both of them and he starts to count ~~

ONE !!
TWO !!
THREE !!

And I don't even realize you are down ~~ in my mind, I think he's only counting me ~~ I shake my head, sweat flying, my mouth piece missing ~~ FUCK ~~ Will I have to fight without it ~~ I see it few inches ahead of me, and I reach for it, but as a result I almost slip and my left knee hits the ground too ~~ FUCK FUCK FUCK ~~

FOUR !!
FIVE !!

I grimace, I need to get up ~~ Panicking, fearing that all is lost, and not even aware of your condition, I begin to push hard, knowing that I will rise up to probably another haymaker, or an uppercut that would rattle my now unprotected teeth and send me flat down ~~

SIX !!
SEVEN !!
~ DING DING DING !!! ~

The ref's arms hang halfway in the air, before raising them to the eight count, blinking, realizing that the fourth round just ended, saving us both !!


Natalia: My mouth opens wide and I try to suck in back air but it doesn't seems to work. I hear the count, completely oblivious to the fact that you are down and being counted out too. All I can think is that I need to get up and beat the count.... but all I can do is gasp and look down at my blue mouthpiece and the pool of saliva forming around it. I manage to raise my head and see my corner girl, jumping up, telling me to get up.... and I so want to punch her in the face, although definitively not as much as I want to punch you. I turn to my side and see the ropes... that is my only chance... so I forget about the mouthpiece and start to crawl towards them.

The count continues as I can hear the fans counting, all of them. Fucking assholes, I think as I reach the ropes with one glove and push myself towards them, leaning over the middle one, arms going out of the ring as I slip and end up crushing my hurting perky tits on it. It is too late... I am not going to make it. I am just too weak to get to my feet in time, I think as I reach with one glove for the top rope... hating so much to think that you are standing right behind me goading about this when suddenly....

DING DING DING!

The round ends and I am saved. I quickly feel the hands of my corner girl pushing me up to take me to my corner and when I turn around I realize that you are down.... and I feel slightly relieved to know that at least you are having a bad time too. I slump on my stool and lean back on the turnbuckles, my corner girls needs to hold me so I don't slip down the stool. “Are you ok?.... I can tell them to stop it....” she says and that makes my dazed gaze recover some of its focus so I can stare at her. “No... don't.....fucking.... stop it....”

She cleans the sweat from my face and I can see she seems really worried. I don't want to think how I must look right now with how my body feels. She brings back my mouth piece and puts it on my mouth, having to do it a couple of times before I can bite it hard enough for it to stop falling... and then I hear the bell again.

DING DING DING

I really don't know from where I manage to gather enough strength to get back to my feet.... probably from how much I hate you. I don't even bother to look at the scoring right now. Emily 32 –Natalia 25 means absolutely nothing for me. I don't even care about the 4 million dollars on the betting board. All I care about is hurting you. I stand up, barely able to move, hunched up a bit from all the punishment by abs have taken, shining brightly soaked in sweat under the ring lights and move towards the center of the ring. My vision still a bit blurry but clear enough to see you standing there.

Emily: The bell comes as a saving grace!! No sound has ever came sweeter, and I close my eyes, just lying there ~~ I'm not sure what's stopping you from rushing me, and wailing on my head with a sucker punch or two ~~ I know I would, if I was so close to beating you and had the chance in my hand ~~ And part of me thanks Jesus that this is not some street brawl or an unsanctioned boxing match ~~ Probably the referee is holding you back, then I feel hands around me and I flinch violently, but the soothing voice come ~~

Sarah: It's ok!! It's me!!
Me: Uuuggghhhhh!!
Sarah: Don't worry, I'm gonna help you up now, ready??
Me: Huunnnnngghhhhh!!!

I just keep staring at the puddle forming underneath me, a resulting from the stretching long crimson drool seeping from my split bottom lip ~~ nothing is more gross that blood mixed with saliva, when it's running down your lip ~~ Sarah wraps her arms around me, sliding her head under my armpit and helps me up, and I push up then almost shove her, don't want to be ~carried~ up, and she understands, just snatching the mouth piece and sweeping just one arm around my right, she helps me to the corner, looking at the mouth piece she exclaims ~~

Sarah: Damn !! This thing is busted !! Do you have a new one?
Me: Guuuuurrgghuuughhh!!

She helps me down and rushes to talk to one of the officials to fetch one ~~ And as she stands there arguing with him that the black one he brought is not OK , and that he has to bring a red one, a member medical team rushes to me, and starts flashing his flashlight into my eyes, checking for dilation of my pupils, raising his fingers asking me how many I can count ~~ I do it properly and he concludes I have no concussion ~~ He checks my lips, and shakes his head

Him: Busted too wide hun ~~ It won't stop bleeding, I'll have to either seal it with glue, or you'll go like this ~~
Me: Whaaahhh?? Glue?? Getsh shome medgical shhiit ~~
Him: This isn't a hospital, it's still a hotel ~~ Glue or wanna bleed for the next two minutes??
Me, cussing him and his family inside my head: "GRRAAAHHH~~ GLUE!!"

He pulls a small pipe of, luckily, medical clue and dabs it on his finger, massaging it over the cut, and I feel it getting solid quickly ~~ this will hurt like fuck when I peel it off, and probably even worse if I try to smile ~~ I slide the new mouthpiece on, and I glance up, the pot is a bit over $4.2M, and right now, the bar is half red, half blue ~~ We're almost dead locked halfway over the bets ~~ I glance to the side when the Med leaves, and I see the boards, groaning ~~ Another round you scored more than me ~~ The gap is closing, and Sarah tries to soothe me ~~

Sarah: Well, you're still ahead ~~ Just try to play defensive and you'll win ~~

Yeah right ~~ Play defensive when I'm this spent and battered, and with just 7 points ~~ for two minutes?? No thanks!! I push up, and I notice she doesn't pull the stool away ~~ I grunt and kick at it with the back of my boot ~~ I don't want any 'Million Dollar Baby' moments, unless they involve you falling down and breaking your fucking neck ~~ I glare at you, and move to the middle of the ring ~~

~~ DING DING DING ~~

The bell toes, the semifinal time... I know it, and I bring my arms up, seeing you getting up, lumbering at me for once ~~ Your eyes squinted, and I can tell, that you're dizzy too ~~ And this time, I move in to swing first, taking a cue out of your book, I duck suddenly and swing a short hook to your left ribs that I have been focusing, a weak yet fast punch, while my left shoots up in a quick follow-up, trying to drive my glove through your defenses to smack you in the mouth ~~


Natalia: I've never been this hurt in my entire life. My body feels like crumbling with each step I take. If I didn't wanted to hurt you so much I would have stayed in my corner and quit like my corner girl suggested.  But as it is right now I am more than willing to risk my health and well-being for an opportunity to hurt you and to beat you. All I want right now is to prove I am better than you, tougher. I want you broken, groveling at my feet. I can barely raise my gloves to my tits and suddenly the size difference seems to make reaching your face to punch it a lot harder than it should be.

There is only one thing that keeps my hopes up and it is the fact that you don't look good at all. You are a mess, not sure if as bad as me, but just by looking at your glued lips and the way you move I get the feeling one well-placed hard punch would bring you down. You are on your last legs... but so am I. My tummy hurts so much and my arms are so tired that I instinctively keep them close to it, and that helps me a lot when your first punch comes low towards my ribs, allowing me to twist to my side and block it with my arms.

It doesn't helps me when your next punch goes high, I try to bob my head back and out of the way, but your reach once again helps you and this time it is me who has to kiss your gloves. “UGHHMMM!” My head snaps back and I am left looking at the ceiling for a second, taking a step back then another and for a moment it looks like I am going to fall on my ass, but then I bounce back, forward towards you swinging a wild ascending right hook trying to catch your left eye.


Emily: Moving in this fight and swinging this recklessly has its repercussions ~~ but do I really have an any other options?? We're fighting against the clock ~~ No point for defending or turtling up ~~ I can't dodge enough to secure a victory, or even guarantee the absence of a knock out, and you need to do either to win this ~~ But I can feel that there is something else motivating us here, pushing us, causing us to still tick ~~ Is it our competitive natures?? Jealousy?? Hatred?? I can't tell ~~ but I know it's powerful ~

And when I move in, swinging, feeling your elbow hitting my right glove, my left flies up, and I feel the strawberry shaped lips press against my gloves, your head knocking back, I'm partially surprised it landed so well, I get a bit groggy for a second, stumbling one step, allowing you to quickly recoil, and your right flies, driving into my left eye, square on it !!!

Everything goes Technicolor for a brief moment, I hear a loud roar, and I can feel myself spinning, blinded ~~ I feel something on my back, your gloves grazing ~~ Were you trying to punch my back and miss? Were you trying to gab at my pony tail?? I can't tell, I'm just spinning, a full 360 degrees, hearing the referee yell, you growl in protest, my ass hitting the middle rope, and it bends under my weight, and if not for pure instinct, causing my arms to toss over the upper rope, I would have just slid over it and fall out of the ring ~~ I just sit there, stunned ~~ Seeing the referee block you, and then turn to me, and start to give me the standing eight count ~~

One !!
Two !!

My jaw rocks ~~ it aches? But why?? You punched my eye ~~ and my vision slowly returns, blurry ~~ my right eye covered with a waterfall of tears ~~ my left eye shut completely, starting to swell out ~~

Natalia: The crowd is now on its feet, every single one of them, roaring wildly as they see us go at each other. Just like announcer said at the starts, they can't believe the things we are willing to do to each other for their entertainment. Although right now I don't care much how entertained they are. I just want you to go down. And I hit you hard, right in the eye with a beautiful punch that rocks you hard. I watch you almost in slow motion as your spin around. How much I wish I could muster another blow and send you back spinning in the opposite direction, but right now all I can do is watch and enjoy how you go against the ropes.

I get so excited thinking I am finally going to get to see you go down but you seem determined to make me miserable and instead catch the ropes and stay on your feet. “bitch....” I manage to whisper despite having my mouthpiece on, suddenly noticing the horrible sting on my lips. I press them together and wince, immediately noticing the cut that is now starting to bleed more and more. I move back to my corner and my girl quickly tries to clean the blood off it as the referee keeps counting.

THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX!!!!


Emily: I sit on the rope, disoriented, hearing the crowd roar, the ref count, even Sarah is screaming my name, but it's all so distant, coming from too far away ~~ "Eeeeemmmmmmmeeeeeellliiiiiieeeeee!! EEeeeeeemmmmeeeeeellliiiiiieeeee!!" I shake my head, hearing the count reach four, and I push on my arms, but they are not responding, my legs are faring better though, and I tense my hamstrings and jolt forwards with a grunt, stumbling forwards, just as he hits Six, and I stumble hitting him in the chest ~~ He groans and pushes me back by the showers ~~

My naked boobs leaving two large round wet stains on the chest of his shirt ~~ but he steadies me, asks me to stretch my arms out, and I do ~~ He backs away and tells me to take two steps forwards, and I do, barely managing to not stumble, and I see his head shake slightly at me, and I almost gasp, groaning "Puhhhlleeaajjjee!!" And he sighs, glancing at the clock ~~ A minute left ~~ If he stops it now, he'll probably get fired, so he just groans ~~ "What the hell..." And he side steps, leaving the way open, to us, and he swings his arms, pointing for us to re-engage ~~

And with one eye half shut, a battered head and clouded judgment ~~ I bring my arms up and start to step to the side and back, my body hunching down ~~ turtling as much as I can, my left arm going up slightly to my left temple, my right going down to below my chin, my elbows out, waiting for you ~~


Natalia: I got you good with that one, even if I had to pay with a cut lip it was well worth it. Sadly it wasn't enough to finish you off. Seeing you get up is heartbreaking. I don't know if I will be able to punch that hard again in my state... but maybe there is still a chance. Your eye is swelling and I get the feeling you aren't seeing much out of it any more. That may be the only advantage I have right now so I plan to use it. I step forward towards you, chasing you a bit around the ring as you seem to be trying to avoid me right now.

I takes quite a lot of effort for me to catch up with you, as much as I want to push now that I can sense you are weak my body barely answers any more. Your left arm is high up to protect your eye, so I step to the side, trying to get my right hand out of your sight to then fire it up, swinging a vicious hook but low, trying to sneak it under your arm to your soft side and follow up with exactly the same, trying to give you another dose of pain repeating the hook to your side, trying to open your guard above. 


Emily: I watch you moving, you are trying to move to my left, smart bitch ~~ Capitalizing on my nearly shut eye, I keep twisting, not wanting to come from the blind angle, as we dance around the other, 20 seconds tick down ~~ only 40 left ~~ then you lunge in, and I don't need to be a genius to know what you are doing to do ~~ But with your arm out of my impaired vision, I do two things ~~ I pick a target to protect, and my head is more valuable now, and I ready for retaliation ~~

"UUGGGHHH~~~ AACCCKKKKK!!!!" Your fist drills into my side hard, in the same point, rib punch after rib punch, and I scream staggering to the side, feeling the blows so hard, they reverberate and shock my heart straight ~~ Fuck ~~ You could have resuscitated someone back to life with these punches, and I twist in pain, but not without nothing, I twist my body up, firing my right arm in a wild uppercut to your jaw, as hard as I can ~~ My mind racing ~~ 7 points difference ~~ you knocked me down with one punch ~~ You got two more on me ~~ I got only one ~~ That's eight points ~~ you are technically ~~ one point ahead of me ~~ I have to land this ~~ I just ~~ must ~~


Natalia: I love to watch you suffer. Seeing you writhing in pain is so beautiful and your moans of agony are music to my ears. My two blows to your side get you good and I keep going, side stepping, trying to stay on your blind side and then firing a third hook with my right hand, knowing it is my best punch, but this time aiming it high towards your head, towards that same eye I hit before, putting everything I got left on that last punch, holding nothing back. My left hand is held slightly up, partially covering my devastated tummy and offers no help at all as your right comes up for my chin. 

WHAM! I feel a horrible jolt of pain on my chin that goes up all the way to the top of my skull. My head snaps up, saliva and blood flying from my mouth accompanying my mouth piece that flies over my head as I stare at the ring lights above me. I take a step back.... and then fall down on my ass, right as the bell sounds DING DING DING.... and the crowd jumps on their feet roaring. I manage to put my gloves behind me to avoid ending on my back and remain sitting on the canvas on my ass, panting and not knowing what happened, trying by all means not to lay on my back as if that would make a difference. Then I hear my corner girl hurrying up to me and when she gets to me I have had enough and I simply lay down on my back, tears flowing from my eyes as I co

I cover my face with one glove.

 “It is OK...it is OK.... it is over... everything would be fine....” my corner girl tells me and for once I feel like I appreciate her, almost wanting to hug her and cry on her shoulder, realizing now that I haven't even bothered to ask for her name. She helps me stand up, sliding her head under my armpit and carries me towards my corner, letting me sit on the stool while she helps me... soon being replaced by a medic that starts by checking my eyes with a flashlight to then put some spray on my lips.

I can hear quite a commotion outside of the ring and it isn't surprising. There is nearly 5 million dollars on the table and there was no knock down. A lot of money is going to change hands based on the judges’ decision... but for me it is more important to know if I beat you. I look up at my corner girl, tears rolling down my eyes, crying as now that the adrenaline rush is over all the pain is coming back increased.. Did I get her? Did she went down? I can't see you with the medic throwing light into my eyes but I am pretty sure if that hook connected and you went down... I would win this one.

The referee tells me to stand up and I do... with some help from the medic and my corner girl, heading to the center where the referee stands right between us holding our arms. The announcer has already got back on the ring and has the judges’ cards. He grabs the microphone and make a dramatic pause. I try to look at you but there is a huge guy between us and considering what has happened it seems he is doing his best to keep us as far away from each other as possible.

I did it, didn't I? I knocked that Aussie bitch down with that last punch and beat her. My heart is racing now and I am breathing heavy. I have never been in a fight like this decided on the very last punch. I stand there, feeling the referee holding my arm not sure if I will have it raised or not. The fans calm down a bit and the announcer starts. “LADIES AND GENTLEMAN.... THE CARDS ARE IN.... AND THE WINNNER OF THIS INCREDIBLE INTENSE MATCH IS....... WITH A SCORE OF 40 TO 36..... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEMILY WISHMAAAAAAAKER!”

I close my eyes and tears roll down my cheeks as I hear the announcement. My last punch didn't connected going over your blonde hair while you rocked me with the upper cut... and that is it. I lost. By far the worst defeat in my career and despite the big paycheck the worse night in my life.


Emily: It's not that I care anymore, about anything, but landing that last punch ~~ I know it, I know it in my heart ~~ It's do or be done ~~ kill or be killed ~~ And I put everything in it, twisting my body and ~SWOOOOSHHHH~KABBUNNNGG!!!!~ The glove slams so hard into your head, I stumble myself to my right ~~ your right fist flying towards my head, true ~~ but not where it is now, but to where it was !! And I can feel the laces of your gloves lapping over my head, caressing my hair, each of us flying in a different direction ~~ You flying to your back, crashing on your ass, and me into the ropes, hitting them with my right side, arm tossing over them, hooking to the top rope tightly ~~

I gasp, hugging it when the bell rings loud and true, the final bell of the night ~~ and thank Shiva for that !! Buddha !! Moses !! Anyone who was out there listening to my prayers and who ended this match from hell ~~ I just rest my ass on the middle rope, the top one wedged into my elbow, and Sarah rushes to me, I don't know what happened, and neither does she ~~ She helps me up, but I shake my left hand weakly at her, my left ribs sore as fuck ~~

Me: No no no... Stop!! Give me a second !!
Sarah: It's alright. Take your time !!

I glance past her, at you, sitting there on your ass, sobbing, as they rush to you and help you up !! I keep glaring, wanting to look into your eyes, who knows what the refs counted and what they did not ~~ I keep trying to add shit in my head, and am not sure if I'm ahead or not ~~ Each time I end with a completely different number ~~ My poor math skill augmented by the scramble that is my brain ~~ I turn to Sarah, and whisper ~~

Me: Any clue what's the score??
Sarah (( after a brief pause )): No clue. That last bit was.... So blurry...Did she punch you into the ropes???
I shrug, and shake my head, in a clear ~I don’t remember~ gesture
Sarah (( after another pause )): Okay ~~ if you don't remember, then she probably did and that brings the score to ....

She wiggles her right index in the air with some quick math then frowns, and I close my right eye, the left fully shut now ~~ I don't care to now the math, it's just bad ~~ I push off the ropes and keep holding the top one, limping to my stool and I get a gulp of water, watching the judges argue, and this time, it's an all-out fight ~~ I hear fragmented words ~~ they are all fighting over that last punch, and whether I fell into the ropes on my own, or if your hook connected ~~ Two seem to be on the same side, and the third is red faces, then waves his arm in the air, clearly overruled ~~

Sarah keeps wiping my face with a wet chilly cloth, my boobs, and softly rubs my shoulders, as a med check on the busted lip, and my eyes again ~~ Then the ref calls us to the middle ~~ I get up, and walk there, letting him grab my right arm ~~ And I hold my breath, then when I hear the verdict, I blink, I blink real hard, not believing it then I scream ~~~ "YESSSSSS!!!" Arms shooting in the air, I turn and start bouncing around victoriously ~~

I turn to face you, but the ref keeps a grip on my arm and I yank it off him; "FUCK OFF BOZO!! THE MATCH IS OVER!!" And I get to your face, pushing my nose to yours, and in a total bragging fashion I say ~~
Me: Oh what's wrong? Big bad bitch is going cry she's beaten by the ROOKIE?
Ref: Oh come on, have some fucking class, show some sportsmanship!!
Me (( half turning to him)): Did you hear yourself? Sports~MAN~ship!! Do you see men here in this ring?? We're girls, and girls do one thing better than anything, we BITCH, and I'm showing her some Sports~BITCH~ship right now !!

The announcer comes to us with the mic, and brings it to my face, wanting me to repeat what I said to the crowd, and I do, and they seem to love it ~~

Announcer: Well Emily !! Congratulations on your big victory !! You remember, in the contract, there was one clause, that the winner can impose one stipulation on the loser!! Are you going to invoke it??
Me: You bet your candy ass I will!!!
~~ I then turn to you, talking to him and the audience, but looking at you, standing there like a wet napkin, showing you no respect at all ~~
Me: I DEMAND that this bitch, hands me her shorts as a trophy, gets on her knees and KISSES MY AUSSIE ASS, RIGHT NOW!!!


Natalia: I hear you scream celebrating and I can tell your arm is up high in the air while mine is being held down. I see you now, bouncing up and down victorious and I just stand there wishing the earth would open and swallow me up. I feel crushed, heartbroken and humiliated, not counting how bad my body hurts, and as if that wasn't enough you quickly get on my face and start bragging. I wish so much I could punch your face right now but I just can't, and it isn't only the rules that forbid it or the fear of losing my money, my spirit is drained completely and I just don't have the will to even try it. So I have to endure your verbal abuse while doing nothing but sob and whimper.

The announcer brings the mic up so everybody can hear you taunting me. And just when I thought things couldn't get worse the stupid announcer makes sure to remind you of the match stipulations. I close my eyes now wanting to punch him as I hear your demands. I look into your eyes, shaking my head, but I know very well that if I don't do it I won't be allowed to fight here again... and that is a lot of money.

My corner girl and the referee help me take off my gloves and then I take a step back, grabbing my shorts and with one swift motion I push them down my legs, stepping off them and standing up, now wearing nothing but my short boots. I try to cover my pussy with one taped hand, not wanting people to see my glistening pussy while I hand my thong to you.

And then you turn around and show me your Aussie butt. It is truly an amazing butt toned, round and full as I would expect from a bitch like you, but that doesn't really helps me feel like kissing it any more.  I look at the referee who simply shrugs and the announcer that couldn't have a brighter smile and then I drop to my knees and lean forward, quickly landing a peck kiss on your butt, barely touching it with my lips but still hating myself.

I lean back and cover my face with my hands to sob some more, my lips feel like burning with shame after having to kiss your butt, even more so after hearing the roar from the crowd in that precise instant where I degraded myself and kissed your ass. The referee and my corner girl help me to stand up and urge me to leave the ring, since some people are starting to get inside. They are way too reach for anyone in security to dare to lay a hand on them and I couldn’t be happier about leaving this cursed fucking place. I turn around to leave and get out of the ring, walking back to my room where I hope a doctor will check me and give me something for the pain, although I doubt that would help to make my pride stop hurting.

I turn around one last time before disappearing between the curtains, not sure why but wanting to look at you in the eyes one last time, but you don't look back at me, now carried on the shoulders of some guy that surely made a lot of money tonight, hailed as a heroine as the fans celebrate your victory I get the feeling you are no longer thinking about me.

The End.

[Steph Gibson]

OMG, so much love for both of you!!  what a fantastic match!!  <3

[mixtko8910]

Fantastic match! Great action and descriptions...!

[Lil Tina]

More evidence that Emily and Nat are two of the very best around!  Thanks for sharing

[Rebecca P]

I'm not a boxing fan, but you two fantastic writers made that an excellent read!

[~Barbara~]

Wow..... This is the best boxing match I have read. EVER.

 I tip my hat to both of you. Poor Kitty... but you totally deserved the win, Emily.

[Ewa S]

Dear Emily and Natalia,

I'd like to echo what Rebecca said, I'm not a boxing fan either, but wow, that was one heck of a read. Furthermore, I have an urgent request to make of you two, and that is to not post anymore fight logs, for two reasons:

1) This was the perfect match, really, I don't see it going anywhere better from here, so it's downhill for you, no matter what.

2) You're making us look bad... STOP MAKING US LOOK BAD!!!! *Shakes my fist in anger*

(Totally kidding, amazing read, and thank you for sharing, can't wait for the next epic log :* )

Love,

Ewa

[Wrestlerjunkee]

Amazing fight ladies, thanks for posting!

[Emily Layne]

What an incredible boxing match! I loved each turn so much!
Great job girls!

And Emily..thank you so much!

....soon...soon....

[Michelle]

All I want to say is... I was robbed!!! The referees were bought!!! This is an outrage!!!


(( for Emily

Don't worry, Ewa... nobody can make you look bad. ))

I've actually made Ewa look bad on a number of occasions and she'll admit it....

but she never truly looks "bad".....that's not possible..

and I might agree with The Empress....I think the refs might have been paid off

[Ewa S]

I've actually made Ewa look bad on a number of occasions and she'll admit it....

but she never truly looks "bad".....that's not possible..

and I might agree with The Empress....I think the refs might have been paid off

Not sure where that is coming from, but whatever you say, Chelley. 

[x_decadent_princess_gina_x]

Pretty average, you're both trying too hard and the excitement is lost. C -

[x_decadent_princess_gina_x]

well Annie, if you would like the reasons for said 'haterade' by all means come and talk to me as i'm not allowed to publically admonish anyone. You'll be surprised

Needless to say this match really is an example of two people showing off rather than having fun in my opinion, and yes, i'm entitled to it.

[Ewa S]

Well, looks like they are having a lot of fun to me.