I'm talking about the boxing matches my girl participates in. These are usually private matches where just the husbands/boyfriends are present and act as cornermen/referee.
First. The pre-fight ritual. Getting the girls ready to fight. Sometimes this is done with the two women next to each other where there is usually a lot of trash talk, but my favorite is when we go into separate rooms and I help my girl's opponent tape her hands and put on her gloves while her husband/boyfriend does the same to my girl in another room. Usually there isn't much talking as it's obvious the girl is very nervous about the upcoming fight. If the girl has a pretty face (most of them do) I always ask why they agreed to a "no stopping for cuts" fight. (The gloves we use precipitate facial cuts). I get replies ranging from, "Because my husband demands it," to "Because I like to make my opponent bleed." Usually the girl comes in wearing the outfit she will fight in. If we've decided to let them wear bras then I check to make sure there is no padding to protect her nipples. I'll also check her mouth to make sure she's not wearing a mouth guard (not allowed in our fights).
Second. First blood. Not necessarily a cut but the first punch thrown by either fighter which really hurts, causing a cry out or wincing or backing away. The response is always one or the other--a girl will mentally say, "I'll get you for that!" and attack, or "I've got to be wary so that doesn't happen again." (Which usually means she's going to lose).
Third. The punching which causes the final knockout. There are no standing 8 counts in our matches, and being a defenseless fighter doesn't mean you can't be repeatedly hit until you go down. Love to hear her boyfriend plead for his fighter to cover up or get out of the corner. (Or if it's my girl getting pummeled, having him shout things like, "That's it! Bust those titties!")
Fourth. The count out. Always done by the husband/boyfriend of the downed fighter, and it's a slow count, taking at least 30 seconds to reach 10. Love to see the panic on the husbands face as he counts his wife out, sometimes pleading in vain for her to get up. And if we happen to be on the losing end, the horror of reaching 10 and then having to waive her opponent back in to finish the job if she isn't completely unconscious, or to administer some agreed upon humiliation after the fight, such as removing her trunks leaving her naked in the ring. Also the loser can't be attended to, but must be left on the mat until pictures are taken, legs spread wide apart, the picture of the foot on the belly with the winners arms raised overhead, taunting the looser.
