[Brandi Lungelow]

After a little chat, Emilia and i have decided to have a boxing match in the ring on the beach, wearing bikinis. who would KO the other and have her way with the loser?

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[Emilia_da_ass]

[A foreword, I hope everyone thoroughly enjoys this poll - please vote for whomever you feel takes the win, and we encourage every and all comments! Emilia]


Today was the day of the bigger summer blowout, a huge event held every year down on the beach, one that I'd always dreamt of going to, and one that garnered a whole lot of interest from a wide array of different people, and something that had brought all walks of life together just for the hell of it. And by god was it amazing; the partying, the people the events! I must've spent half the day just wandering around taking it all in! Seeing it up close and personal was so very different from the Snapchat stories, and Instagram posts of those who actually went, and living it was so much better!

As the day rolled on, and the more, family-friendly events came to an end, the crowd started to disperse, and the more juvenile people were left to enjoy the facilities in their own ways. Events came to life that was frowned upon in the wake of children and families, alcohol came out, the clubbing vibe crept in, mosh-pits became bountiful, and all sorts of other events. But the one that always drew the biggest crowd was the boxing ring, erected in the middle of the event, safely out of the eyes of those not attending and therefore the public kept complaints to a minimum. But this ring invited any and all fighters, with any experience into its open arms, and encouraged the full-blown boxing experience, none of this pansy-assing around.

I was never the person to usually seek out a fight, I would never back down, but never seek out... but that person stayed at home today; and as people were looking for volunteers to kick the night off, what better way than to get up into the ring first... at least that way attention may not be as fully-flushed out if I embarrass myself... and there will still be plenty of alcohol left afterward to tend to the wounds of whomever else decides to climb in.

Pushing my way through the crowd, which is already much larger than I expected, I manage to make my way to the side of the ring and yelling, grab the attention of the self-proclaimed announcer in the center of the ring;

"I'll give it a go, I'll step up in the first fight of the night!" I call out, a mischevious smile on my face, determined to live tonight to it's fullest potential.

All I am greeted with is a warm smile as he holds the ropes apart from me, and I climb up into the ring. Standing on the surprisingly sturdy canvas, I can't see much of the crowd, as bright white lights flood the center from above every corner. I can feel the heat of the lights against my skin, my orange thong bikini radiating in the light as cheers erupt around the crowd as a second fighter is sought out.

I can hardly take it all in, lost in the center of the ring currently, nothing to focus on except the noise, blinding light, and the seemingly endless crowd spewing out around me...

This is the biggest stage I've ever done anything on... and I've never been one to seek out disappointment!

[Brandi Lungelow]

It's been a good fun day at the beach summer blowout before fall starts to set in. I came with my sister and some friends. We all had some fun during the day, eating, drinking and dancing. As the families slowly left, there was a call for volunteers for a boxing match and I quickly volunteered for it seeing that I enjoy fighting. I am already in my black bikini. The volunteers guide me to the ring and I slip inside the ropes. The volunteer gives me a pair of 8 ounce red boxing gloves. "Nice ring" I say as I get the gloves on. I smile across at my opponent. I stand 5'5" 120lbs with my blonde hair in a ponytail. The volunteer says to me: "there's no ref for the match and it's one round to KO...good luck." I nod to him as I stretch a bit, my bare feet cooling down a bit after being on the hot sands all day.

[Emilia_da_ass]

It takes practically no time at all to find an opponent I'm sure; but standing under the dazzling lights, with the ocean breeze gently blowing over the ring, and the screams from the crowd, time seems to be a distant thought; slowing down and allowing me to soak in every detail that I can pick out, be it the waves breaking off in the distance, or the vibrations of the ring-ropes from the sheer noise radiating through this atmosphere right now, and I feel on top of it all! I'm brought back out of the fantastical day-dream by one of the volunteers, thrusting a white pair of 8' ounce gloves towards me.

"Oh thank you!" I yell, trying to make myself heard above the noise, having gotten wrapped up in the moment, failing to notice my soon to be opponent climbing into the ring and getting herself ready.

Right, I should do the same... because this should be pretty fair; I'm standing 5'6 and 125lbs... and she doesn't look that dissimilar, so I suppose I should expect as much as I can give out; which is fine... I'm more than prepared to trade until she crumbles if that's what it comes down to!

I give my pony-tail one last tug, ensuring that the chances it all comes falling out any time soon is minimal, before putting on the gloves, one after the other, and with my volunteers help, they're tightly wrapped around my hands. Perfect. I give my knuckles a quick bump together, testing both the gloves and enjoying the sound of the impact over the sound of the ever-growing crowd.

The final preparation comes about now as a pair of the generic mouthpieces is provided by the announcer, one in each hand, taken by our respective volunteers as I work on fitting mine into my mouth with some help, slightly confused as to why these weren't provided before the gloves... but at least they're provided!

Once I'm all kitted up and have put up with the announcer yelling about the terms and what's about to happen, both volunteers and the announcer step out of the ring and a bell rings. Just like that it's go time, and just like that, my guard is up and I'm moving slowly towards the center of the ring.

[Brandi Lungelow]

*after I put the gloves on and stretch, one of the volunteers puts a mouthpiece in me and I grit my teeth so that it's in place. I give my ponytail one last tag like my opponent does.*

*I shake my arms and legs before putting my gloves up as I make my way to the center of the ring.  She looks similar in size to me, but a little more toned. I call out to her as we get closer.* good luck...you're going to need it.

*the crowd cheers us on as we circle each other. I have my own mini fan base in the crowd as I sure she does as well. I send several left jabs to her chest followed by a right hook to her face to test her defenses.*

[Emilia_da_ass]

There is an uncharacteristic silence that befalls the audience as the fight starts as if the bell silenced the voices, or perhaps I'm now just so zoned in that the noise seems to be just a distant feature of the past, and that my competition is the only thing my senses can detect, every breath she takes a sharp sound, every move her fists make my eyes are drawn to, my skin tingling with pure adrenaline-driven anticipation of everything to come, and as the distance closes, all of these feelings just seem to intensify the closer we get, and as the distance is practically non-existent, you send several left jabs towards my chest, and as every muscle in your body seems to tense as you cock your jab and fire it towards my jab, my arms tighten in front of me, and your glove nails my gloves, absorbing the hit.

As your hand carries back into your defensive guard, I remain in guard, watching you fire another jab, and again your jab meets my gloves, my eyes analyzing your every move currently. You send a number of further jabs, the crowd seeming to egg you on with cheers at every jab, but every jab harmlessly hits my own gloves, my eyes peering above and over periodically to watch your every move, and soon I see a rhythm to your jabs, the same three-part combo, the defensive return, the cock, and the jab itself, and that's when I see the difference.

You change up your style, and I choose now to throw my first punch of the fight, looking to hit like a truck right from the get-go. As your arm works out, I step towards my right, crossing your body, and bringing your body between me and your hook, and exploiting your single-handed defense, I launch a large right blow towards your rib cage, hoping to catch you in transition as I keep my left-hand high, hoping to be able to turn that into a rapid jab towards your jaw as I recall my right after the blow to your ribs.

[snw]

      I could see Brandi doing well in some  fights but in this one I can’t see it. Emilia is in awesome shape and very hot. After the first few exchanges I can see this becoming one sided. Emilia Decides when it ends but please take your time to entertain the crowd. Sorry Brandi no offense.

[Brandi Lungelow]

*the crowd cheers loudly as the match begins. I keep my eyes narrowed as we dance at the beginning of the match. I didn't expect much from my jabs as you block them as expected. The crowd cheers seeing the punches being blocked.   As I bring my arm out for the hook, you move to the right and send a cross to my ribs. I let out and audible groan as it connects with my ribs.* oooofffff. *My hook falls a bit short after the hit.*

*I take a step back and being my gloves back up. I clear my throat and step towards you again sending a left to your abs to try and catch you off guard, quickly followed by a right uppercut to your breasts.*

[Alana Quill]

I'm sorry Brandi you're a dear and you have strong writing but Emilia is going to absolutely trash you, peaches. I wish you the best of luck.

[Emilia_da_ass]

My right glove ripples against your ribcage as I drill in the shot, every muscle in my body clenched tightly as I pack as much power into that first blow as I can, determined to show you just what you walked in to so early on in the fight. As I reel in my right shot, the air that I expel from your lungs fills the imposed hush with noise, as if deafening me for just a second, a sense that caught me by surprise, and as I adapt to it, the noise, the left jab that I fired went un-aimed, and missed your jaw brazenly, partly due to the lack of aiming, and partly as a result of you stepping back out of reach, hiding your breaths behind your guard.

I allow myself to fall back into stance, my guard resetting as I stare you down across the ring. There isn't a flicker of emotion on my face, no hatred, no joy, no loathing... just a blank face coated with soft beads of sweat already, partly due to exertion, partly due to nerves and the constant heat from the lighting. Still, I felt fresh, I'd received a few easily defended jabs, and already rattled the cage with a huge right...

You step towards me this time, bringing the fight forwards, your left flying out towards my abs, slipping in slightly below my defense, winding me ever so slightly, and tightening my core, forcing a slight hunch, which works to my favor, as your follow up brings your right uppercut into my guard, still adjusting to the shot to the abs, covering my breasts, and although the shot drills my arms back into me, as if knocking me back upright from my slightly hunched-over position, the blow does a lot less damage than it should've.

This upwards momentum garnered from your uppercut though can be put to use, and as your right knocks me back upright, I launch my own left blow, using the momentum of my releasing abs and your blow to send my glove flying upwards towards your chin, hoping that such a blow so early on will put you on your ass and really show you just what a wild ride you're in for.

[Brandi Lungelow]

*I  grit my teeth which quickly turns into a grin as my left hits your gut and makes you hunch over a bit.  I groan a bit as my uppercut hits your gloves making go back upright. I huff a bit hoping it would connect with your body and do some damage. The crowd is loving the fight so far. The sweat on my body  is giving it a nice sheen.  I pull my right back to sen a right hook  to your ribs only yo see you send a left to my jaw. I mutter softly and my eyes widen seeing the punch come in.* shit. *my head snaps to the side and some sweat comes flying off. I stagger to the side and fall down to my side. I shake my head after the fall and slowly start to get up to my feet.*

[Brandi Lungelow]

I missed your left to my jaw in your earlier post when you hit my ribs and should have factored that in.

[Emilia_da_ass]

My incoming uppercut is neither graceful nor subtle, everyone can see it coming, like a ripple across a still lake, it was a rather clear outcome after your uppercut bounced off of my guard, shooting me upright once more. As it flies through, time once again seems to slow, perhaps its the result of the first deep breath I take after having the air expelled from my lungs, or perhaps a side-effect of the crowd's building intensity as blows are traded, but I can see your lips muttering, and your eyes slowly bulging out of your head as they attempt to snap towards the incoming movement.

Your right arm is flying towards my left side, and as my fist finishes its trajectory, I clench my eyes preparing to be nailed in the side of the ribs, bracing my body to once again experience the intoxicating feeling of the leather rippling across my side. As I feel my glove connect with your chin; your head snapping in momentum with my glove, meeting a lucid blow, as your chin seems to mold around the glove, almost sending you up into the air as your body seemingly vanishes with the blow, my eyes still clenched closed expecting the hook that never lands.

After what feels like forever I snap my eyes back open, just in time to see your right hook go sailing past meekly as your body reels backward towards the ropes, seemingly as if being pushed by some unstoppable force, one that your feet just can't keep up with as just before you make it fully back to the ropes, momentum takes over, and you fall to your side, catching yourself in a seated position in front of the ropes, your eyes glassed over now as you try and shake the knock off, your hair flicking back-and-forth, sweat flicking from your hairline now.

I advance slowly, my face still expressionless, a machine within the ring, lacking the human emotion one would expect to have in such a moment, the crowd a mere afterthought at the moment, lucky to witness what's unfolding, and yet their chants still fall on deaf ears. That is until I move closer to the ropes, my foe still on her ass by them, and the crowd's shrill voice unified as I approach, chanting... for me! My eyes snap up, scanning the vast horizon beyond my downed foe... a sea of voices, all of them seemingly drowning out the sound of everything else with my name... and as my eyes snap back to the task at hand, bringing myself from the awe-struck daze, you've worked on getting yourself back to your feet, our eyes making burning eye-contact respectively through our guards.

[Brandi Lungelow]

*It takes me a moment to get  back to my feet after the uppercut my chin.  I rub and briefly adjust my chin with one of my gloves. It feels a bit sore after the punch.  hear the crowd chanting your name, except for my small group of friends and  my sister...at least for now.  I clear my throat and bring my gloves back up. My eyes lock on with yours as I step forward as I send a left and then right hook to your head.*

[Emilia_da_ass]

I stare you down like a cat does its prey. Your back is practically up against the ropes, and your nursing your chin as I stand in front of you, my eyes seemingly piercing through the guard you hold up high, defending your chin from a further shot. This would be the perfect time to trade a dirty verbal shot, mock my weakened foe, mentally manipulate her further into the corners of doubt that are creeping into her thought process surely; every failed strike, every shot received, on her ass so quickly... I can see it in the eyes, the flicking from one spot to another as if looking for an escape, an exploit... but I don't intend on providing one, let alone allowing you to facilitate its usage.

You step in towards me once more, your guard high and the same steely look in your eye; you're not done yet... in fact, you seem as though you're only just getting started; perhaps I may enjoy this a little too much... beating on such a helpless foe... but I know what rules we're playing under, and if I don't follow through, well I'll be the one with a headache come the end of nap time.

You step in, firing a left-right-hook combination towards my head, your left shot being eaten by my guard as the hook allows enough time for me to slip in behind my gloves, however I'm not fast enough to react to the combo, failing to launch either a sucker-punch or to readjust my guard as your right glove nails me in the back of the head, sending me stumbling a few steps forward.

Thankfully the blow was nothing serious, helped by the head-boggling uppercut still leaving you somewhat dazed. The blow was nothing more than a glancing sweep, but still, enough to send me off balance... I'm not out of the woods by a long shot in this fight, and I refuse to go down like a sack of potatoes to a lucky shot from a useless bitch!

We're standing face to face, our gloves between us in guard position, the ropes to my right, a turn-buckle behind each of us, and the goal to send this bitch into it. I throw my right hand back as if lining up to open with a huge blow to your chin once more, hoping for high impact as I have frequently, only to send my left fist jabbing forwards your abs, hoping to double you over as I throw my heavy right, praying the scenario sends your face propelling forwards into my right blow, only to send you stumbling back into the corner.