Camp Family Feud

17:17 Zack_Davis: I enter the makeshift ring cautiously, the way one would enter an old abandoned building, uncertain if it would even hold my weight. I bounced around on my toes a bit, and the structure actually seemed pretty solid. I bounced off of the actual hemp ropes and the tension and strength seemed solid. I knew driving out here for this arranged match it was out in the country, but for a beach bum like myself this was culture shock. The men were men and apparently the women were too, and even the dogs running around freely appeared to be inbred. I shuffled my feet to test my traction. I have always fought barefoot, I believe it gives me a better feel for the mat. My white compression shorts present a stark contrast to my dark surfers tan
17:21 Zack_Davis: My music is blaring from some trucks sound system, AC/DC Thunderstruck, and the locals aren't quite sure what to think of it. With no shirt and a light sweat worked up in the cooling summer evening air, I'm ready to get this started. I slump my 5'9" 168 pound frame into a corner and await your entrance.
17:21 Zack_Davis: Yt
20:27 KandiBox: I step in to the make-shift ring wearing daisy-duke button fly shorts and a red flannel shirt tied up to reveal my midriff. As the good ole boys hoot and holler, I try to focus and block them out, knowing I will have to be effective early or risk getting in to a mess here. I do a few deep knee bends, testing the ropes, and as I lean to get up, it's apparent to some that I'm not wearing a bra under my shirt. I just smack my red leather cobra style gloves together telling myself to concentrate while I wait for the bell or whatever air horn signal they might use.
20:30 KandiBox: Crowd: Hey there, Honey.. ain't you a cute bit of a little thang. But where are your titties, Gal? I thought this-here was supposed to be a mixed fight. But I don't see no tits on little Blondie there.... You're right. But I bet she ain't no true blonde anyhoo. $10 bucks says I's right.
20:30 KandiBox: yt
21:03 Zack_Davis: I live on the beach, I see ladies all day long in their bikinis, thongs, bootie shorts, heck some even topless. I'm by no means an expert, but I think I have a pretty good eye when it comes to gorgeous women and you certainly fit the mold. Some people noticed you aren't wearing a bre...it's me! I'm some people! Couldn't help but wonder how long your girls are gonna stay tucked inside that shirt. Some overalls wearing dude with about 3 teeth and his ear hair parted to the side is saying something about your tits...like he would know a nice tit if it hit him in the face. I can't help myself, not that I'm real partial to you as my opponent, these guys are just creepy...I blast the jerk..."I bet your sheep have real nice titties, don't they there Junior? You do threesomes with the goat?" He gets all red and makes a move like he wants some of me! As if. So now I turn my attention toy opponent. I don't know where they found this Kandi from, but she definitely isn't a local. mtc
21:05 Zack_Davis: Manicured nails, perfect teeth... definitely refined. I wonder what formal training you might have had, you look pretty athletic. I go out to center "ring" wondering if they ring a bell here to start a match or fire off a shotgun or something. Yt
00:58 KandiBox: I giggle as I hear you antagonize what I expect to be a generally rowdy crowd. I see you checking out my 34b-24-35 tennis player and ball room dancer physique but that just par for the course... "sign up for a mixed fight.. and you get what you sign up for" I tell myself. BLEEEEEP... I hear an airhorn go off somewhere back by the pickup trucks, so I raise my gloves and plod out to center-ring offering to touch gloves with you in my usual sports-woman-like manner, but fully on guard for any trick. I'm also trying for a final determination if there is a cup behind those white compression shorts
01:00 KandiBox: Crowd: Go get 'em, Blondie but be careful, you wouldn't want to mess up the ponytail of yours. (laughing)... No mercy dude... this ain't no sissy show.
01:00 KandiBox: yt
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01:38 Zack_Davis: The fans tailgating
02:30 Zack_Davis: I'm dancing lightly on my toes at the middle of the ring, while you are kinda hanging back until we get whatever these good ol boys use to signal the start of a match. I get my answer almost instantly as an air horn blares from somewhere of to my side. Freaking thing startled me a bit, but whatever, game on. I always have butterflies in my stomach before any fight, and tonight is no different. I know from experience that after our first exchange they will be gone. As the horn sounds you make your way out towards me, and I punch the palm of one glove then the other to make sure my gloves are well seated. Billy Bob and LeeRoy are a little too close to the apron taunting you about your ponytail. I really don't care what they say about you, I don't want anybody that close to the apron. Too much of a chance they might interfere with the match. As you're making your way out to me, I charge at those two knuckleheads like I'm about to go over the top rope at them.
02:40 Zack_Davis: They damn near fall over each other as I growl at them to get the f**k away from my business. I've never seen two fat ass hillbillies in overalls stirring away from this perspective (or any for that matter) and I can't help but chuckle at the sight. So now it's business, you and me. You've reached center ring and I join you there a second later, looking pretty confident as you reach out to touch gloves. I wag my finger at you with one hand, a "don't try anything funny" signal, and cautiously reach out and touch gloves, then step back into a defensive stance. One bad thing about a guy wearing compression shorts with no jock strap this that "things" tend to need adjusting on occasion. I easily make a minor adjustment, obviously no cup. I wait to see how you plan to start this fiasco out. Yt
21:34 KandiBox: I see you continue to antagonize the crowd, even charging at a few of the gap-toothed patrons just out side my corner. I try not to get distracted but think that's a pretty stupid move on your part, but no matter. You tap my gloves and step back, and I assume a classic right-hander stance, left in front, right at my chin, elbows in guarding the side of my breasts... I start to circle to my left and snap a few testing left jabs at your head, measuring your response, but mostly I'm just trying to raise your guard, as I launch a right footed side kick at your left ribs. I recover and try to keep circling left, bobbing and weaving so as not to give you an easy target YT
21:54 KandiBox: 2 Guys in my corner: Kick this guy's ass, Kandi.. He's a maniac, he's crazy.. yeh.. look at his crazy eyes!
02:22 Zack_Davis: I also feel more comfortable in a traditional right hand stance. Elbows in, hands up, classic guard. You throw a few jabs at me, which is fine by me. Allows me to gauge your handspeed as I stay out of the range of those jabs. You shift your weight slightly and I see you launch a kick. My elbows are still down, however and I twist towards your kick, tacking the brunt of it to my arm. Not a damaging blow, but I'll certainly have a bruise there. As I absorb your kick, I attempt to sweep your base foot out from under you. Yt
18:07 KandiBox: Shit.. you manage to block my kick and the block sends me a little off balance. Then I see you bend down and kick at my legs, the impact knocks my feet from under me sending me falling back and to my right, landing hard on my right side, boobs wobbling in tandem with the impact. I take a deep breath in frustration, as I know I don't want to be fighting on the mat with such a weight disadvantage, so I quickly roll to my right and get to the ropes, near the fans pressing in, and start to climb back up to standing. From the fall and roll, my daisy duke bottoms are riding up my butt crack, so as I pull myself to standing by the ropes, I also reach back with my left hand and pull my jean cutoffs back into place, then turn to face you YT
18:07 KandiBox: Crowd: Careful Kandi... you gotta watch when you kick, Honey. Now get back in there and git 'em!
18:09 KandiBox: Woman: watch out Kandi... don't let your shirt come untied, Dear.
20:59 KandiBox: yt
21:06 Zack_Davis: Damn I think as I block your kick. It was a textbook block, arm tight to my flank and in, but the power that you generate into your kick is rather respectable...mental note, that sucked, watch the kicks. My arm is a little numb from the impact, but I saw an opportunity to sweep your leg and maybe get and early ground and pound started. It seems you're thinking the same thing as you crash to the mat, barely pausing before bailing out by rolling away from me. Smart girl, I make note as I admire the scene of you rolling away...butt cheeks, boobs, butt cheeks, boobs...ropes. I've never even had a chance to scout this cute little blond, but she seems to have some ring smarts. I'd really like to get my size advantage into this match early, and I stalk you as you quickly roll away and begin to pull yourself up by the ropes. I shake the sting out of my arm from your kick as I stalk you to the ropes. As get to your feet, I anticipate your turning to face me.
21:17 Zack_Davis: (I'm known to be smart like that, thinking you might want to face up) and as you turn to face me I'm able to greet you with a hard belly kick. I notice as this is occuring that Mother Jugs might actually have been right, as that flannel shirt does seem to be coming untied. I pretty much acknowledge that there will be bare boobs before this match is over. It happens, no big deal, and I personally like boobs. I pause briefly to gauge your reaction to my belly blow. Yt
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21:20 Zack_Davis: As I pause to see your reactions, I notice these three purebreds sitting on the back of a truck with a Lynard Skynard sticker on the window. Next thing I know...
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21:23 Zack_Davis: ...this guy is peeing on my damn truck tire! "Get!!!" "Shoo!" I yell at him. Apparently language comprehension is not a strong point of his.
21:41 KandiBox: Goof. Just as I turn to face you I get a kick in the abs for my effort. The kick hits my tightened abs but still bends me forward. It has another effect as it puts pressure on my bladder and I start to regret that 2nd cup of coffee before the fight. That dog may not be the only thing peeing on your truck today (I think to myself). Despite your successful kick that presses me back against the ropes, you seemed still distracted by the audience and the antics of folks up close and around the ring. So as I straighten up, I decide to kick back, but to be much more strategic than a belly kick... I aim my kick right up between your legs. It's time to show these good ole boys that it's wise to wear a cup to any mixed fight. YT
22:40 Zack_Davis: (🦵🤢) Funny thing about testicles, can't really tighten them up like a toned sexy set of abs. All that weightlifting I do? Nope. That mental note about your kick power? Nopers. As I'm yelling at that damn dog (?) that's peeing on my tire, you bounce back off the ropes. My kick wasn't as effective as I had hoped and my temporary lapse in my focus allows you to counter strike. I see your kick coming out of my peripheral vision and can only think "fuck" as tennis player / ballroom dancer foot gets planted into my nuts. My eyes roll back showing the whites as I throw my head back and clutch at my boys, my mouth forms an O as my knees buckle and I drop to my knees. "Jesus you little BITCH" I'm able express my current thoughts of you through clinched teeth. Damn peeing on my tire ass dog anyway. Yt
01:26 KandiBox: Well.. I guess that does it, I think to myself as I see my kick connect. What a stupid ass not wearing a cup anyway. Bet he loses every mixed fight he's ever tried or will try. I see you go down and know this is how the fight is supposed to go. I take a deep breath and set myself, making sure my top is securely tied before I step forward and aim my right knee up under you chin as you struggle with your situation. YT
01:26 KandiBox: Woman: Oh yeh.. I've wanted to do that to my ex about million times... Look at his face... Good one Blondie. That'll show him.. that'll show them all.
01:28 KandiBox: Crowd: Boooo.. what the fuck? what an idiot. This ole boy at even taking this seriously. Little blonde ponytail there just served up some crushed nuts. He's down already. BOOOOOO!
01:37 Zack_Davis: Soo I'm on my knees in front of you, hands holding my boys and pretty much screwed. Legs not quite working, a little nauseous at the moment and OH YEAH my freaking balls are on fire, thank you. About the only thing I have control of is my hands and I know this is BAD bad. Lady is all worried about fixing her shirt, so I do the only thing I can do. I'm no superman, but I can return the favor by driving my clenched together fists from my boys up hard into your groin. I'm really hoping that one hits home.
01:38 Zack_Davis: Yt
01:40 Zack_Davis: Old dude I chased from ringside earlier is back at the apron, seeing the attempt says "damn fool, she haint gots nuthin there".
01:47 KandiBox: Unnghh.. as I try to knee you, I take a fist right to the groin, smacking against the crotch of my button fly shorts. At first it doesn't seem so bad, but as I try to take a step back, a wave of pain surges up through my lower torso. I grimace, "ohhh... shit..." and feel a wave of nausea. The punch hit me square on the pubic bone crushing my blonde silky triangle of pubes under my shorts. Glaring daggers at you.. both my gloves descend to cover my crotch as I back up into the ropes, needing a moment to recover from that one YT
01:53 Zack_Davis: I'm not in much better shape, daggers back at ya 😡. I know you will bounce back quicker than I will, I e just bought a little time. You're about a step too far away to grab anything, and I'm sure not standing up for a bit yet. I go old school, lunging at you from my knees throwing a punch at the buttons of your button up Dukes as I lunge and swing wildly, collapsing to the ground in the process yt
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01:57 KandiBox: You lunge at me, your gloves scraping down the front of my shorts as I back into the ropes. This actually tears off the top button and my short flap open in a small "V" a bit that reveals a few long blonde pubic hairs. I don't really notice at first but hear the crowd react. With my gloves down there too the impact of our lunge doesn't do much else. I slip away down along the ropes to my left toward the corner, hoping to get out into the ring behind you as you are down YT
01:57 KandiBox: Crowd: Shot.. look there! See! I told ya she was a real blonde.. you owe me $20 bucks.
02:09 Zack_Davis: I hear the crowd react also, but have no idea why and at the moment don't care. I could tell my attempt at capitalizing on any momentum I may have gained wasn't as effective as I had hoped, but you are least seemingly retreating and not threatening. With a groan, I roll the 2 or 3 feet to the apron and drop to the ground. Some asshole throws a beer on me, as I support myself with one hand on the apron. My buddy with a mullet smiles a toothless grin ate and hands me his beer. Hell, I'm not throwing it back at the asshole, I chug the damn thing as I gaze up into the ring at you trying to fix yourself in the corner. I wince as I reach down for an adjustment and a quick count.
02:11 Zack_Davis: Yep, still got 2 boys. With a deep breath and another grimace I roll back into the ring and it is now me using the ropes to gain my feet. Yt
02:13 KandiBox: I see you roll out and yell, "Scared are ya? can't take a punch I see. Just like last time!" I laugh and point, playing to the crowd. as you roll in I'm right there and send a kick at your left side ribs as you enter YT
02:19 Zack_Davis: My eyes bulge as you keep kicking the daylights outta me..." Jesus lady, what are you half mule??? Because you goddamned kick like one!". Your kick convinces me maybe I got back in too soon and quickly roll back out of the ring. Wobbly and clutching my ribs I stalk around the ring glaring at you the entire time. I belch a beer burp from the chug and the kick. Yt
02:20 KandiBox: Shit... Get back in here you Coward! I try to whip the crowd into a frenzy in hopes the will force you back inside the ring YT
02:32 Zack_Davis: Ha! I say to myself. Let these damn hicks get in there, I'm getting regrouped. "A little wardrobe malfunction Kandi?" I taunt you. Maybe I can get in your head a little bit..."Nice shorts, but there something hanging out!" The crowd chuckles at my reference to your blonde pubic hairs. Still stalking around but starting to feel better now, a final nudge to the crowd, "is it just me or does anybody else smell fish?" Billy Bob Mullet says something about he got himself a boat, but some of the patrons catch my reference and get a good giggle. Watching you VERY carefully, I ease back into the ring opposite from you, prepared for any kind of shenanigans. Yt
02:34 KandiBox: I glance down my front to see the button has torn off and a few long blonde pubes are exposed. Shit.. nothing I can do about that now. I see you entering the ring, and enraged, I charge across the ring, jump aiming my knees at your fat head YT
02:35 KandiBox: Crowd: Weeee.. .Whooo Hooo.. giddy up.. get him, Blondie
02:41 Zack_Davis: It appears that I managed to get you angry enough to get reckless. I watched you like a hawk as I got back into the ring, now I'm watching you run across the ring at me kind of like I had hoped. I bait you in then flinch out of your way at the last second, instead of your knees hitting my head, you land hard on your knees next to me. Yt
02:49 KandiBox: at the last second I see my knees will miss, but I'm in the air... I slam to the mat and slide into the ropes landing next to you. The middle hits me right across the chest and I feel 1 of the nearby fans reaching for where my shirt knot is tied. I reach down to defend my shirt slapping at the hands trying to untie it, my chest still pressed in against the middle rope YT
05:41 Zack_Davis: You hit the mats hard, right next to me, and I sense the chance to finally get my weight advantage involved. You seem to be preoccupied with something with a fan as your pressed against the ropes, so I'm instantly on my feet executing a knee drop into your back. I hear a hollow THUD as my knee is driven into your back. That had to hurt. I grab your collar and yank on it, trying to yank you backwards to the ground for a workover. Instead your shirt pulls loose in my hands! The redneck by the ropes actually got your shirt untied! Your still on the rope, newly wounded with your shirt half off 😈. Wow, I think to myself, Kandi has nice boobs. Shaking my head. THAT'S why I chased them two Hicks away from the apron before the match even started. Yt
03:47 KandiBox: Nooo! I feel you hammer me in the back with your knee, driving me forward into the hands of the crowd, then you try to pull me back and my flannel shirt peels back and down, trapping me arms at my sides, my perky 34b milky white soft bare boobs wobbling right at the crowd, like my own pair of pickup headlights. My face blushes and I immediately struggle to free my arms. My only option is to pull them out of my top.
03:49 KandiBox: I then turn to face you, even further enraged by this embarrassing unprofessional action. Instinctively I pull my left arm in across to cover my bared breasts. But whip my right fist in a big right haymaker at your head, wanting revenge. YT
03:50 KandiBox: Crowd: Whoa.. careful there, little filly.. Who said she was titless.. she's got cute little boobies.
03:51 KandiBox: Crowd: Watch it, Fella... I think you're making her mad. Look! her little nipples are perkin up.
03:51 KandiBox: Woman: Shit now... I told ya to be watchin' out for that shirt, Honey
15:20 Zack_Davis: Mike Tyson once said, "everybody has a plan until they get punched in the mouth". Truer words may never have been spoken...MY plan was to simply get you to your back so I could take full advantage of our size difference. That's the thing about "plans" and "moments notice" and all that. They can change in an instant. My attempt at yanking you to your back only succeeded in pulling your shirt down and my hand slipping free. I'm not sure what's going on, but I can see this guy standing in front of you, something obviously has gained his attention...
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15:40 Zack_Davis: When my hand slipped free I lost my balance a little bit, and as I steady myself you're suddenly pulling your shirt the rest of the way off. You stand and turn to face me, suddenly now topless 😳! And boy, do you look mad...I may or may not have been a 'little' distracted and delayed in my reactions, because the way you telegraphed your haymaker I should have easily ducked it. Plans. Your haymaker lands square on my left cheekbone, I'm seeing stars and staggering backwards. Spittle flew from my mouth as my head snapped to the side upon impact, and now as I stagger backwards I shake my head a little bit to make sure nothing is rattling around in there! The ring is smaller than regulation sized, and my momentum easily carries me to the far ropes, where I hook my arm to stabilize myself. I rub at my cheek as I glare back at you now, in a state somewhere between angry and 'roid rage. "You're freaking dead" I growl across the ring at you, waiting for your next move so I can devastate you.
15:40 Zack_Davis: Yt
15:42 Zack_Davis: The dude that was staring at your breasts says something to the effect of "little sassy there done pissed him off with that slobberknocker".
15:43 Zack_Davis: Woman: spits a splatter of chewing tobacco, wipes her mouth with her sleeve and says "yup".
15:44 Zack_Davis: Crowd: chanting "We see boobs, We see boobs!"
17:13 KandiBox: With my successful hook to your fat head, I plod across the ring, still guarding my bared chest with my left forearm wrapped across me. As I close on you, I send a right fisted uppercut at your chin, hoping to put this charade to an end YT
17:21 KandiBox: Crowd: Don't hide them little titties, Honey... Let's see 'em. You got nuttin' to hide, I mean nuttin'.
17:23 KandiBox: Crowd: Hell, come on Dude, stop messin' around and git ta work. Lasso them little hooters and give them little nips a good tweakin' And stop staring' She won't be so pretty when you're done with her.
19:59 Zack_Davis: I'm not really a skilled boxer or any thing, and now I'm mad, you're mad, the ladies with nasty boobs are mad!
20:18 Zack_Davis: I steady myself on the ropes, you're marching right up to me, pretty sure not planning to hug it out. Left hands busy, gonna be a right or a kick. You shift your hand to load your uppercut, there's my signal. As you throw right uppercut, I duck to the right, pause then as I'm rising from my "oh shit, duck" position, I attempt to get a right hook under your guard into your left ribs. Yt
20:23 KandiBox: ummmf... I grunt as you hit me in the left side ribs, bending me to that side. I have to bring my left arm down to cover, once again unveiling my perky milky white soft bare 34b breast to the gawking crowd of pigs and sows. I hear them start to hoot and holler again, as I straighten up and swing again in anger with a big left hook at your face this time YT
23:37 Zack_Davis: I really committed myself to that right hook to your ribs, overextended my balance and was slow to right myself. With the time it took to balance, stand and get my guard up I never really saw that left hook coming. Cought me flush on the ear, a technique I have used in several bar fights...messes up your equilibrium. Don't get me wrong, you hit hard and I saw stars but losing my balance and needing the ropes to support me was not the place to be at the moment. The best I could hope for at this point is to raise my guard to protect my head with my hands, and hopefully get a tie up to stall until the ring stopped spinning...yt
02:08 Zack_Davis: Billy Bob Jebediah and his Uncle Daddy Billy Bob rattle of
Some hillbilly lingo, which in my spinning head seemed vaguely to resemble English. They bet 3 goats on me, and it ain't looking good for team testosterone right now.
02:13 Zack_Davis: Just to the left of me there's a 450 pounder with 3 teeth. He apparently farted when you uncovered your arm from your boobs...Oh God, I'm gonna puke I think...🤢.
02:16 Zack_Davis: It seems that the owners of the dog that peed on my truck tire stand to gain 3 goats at the cost of my pride, dignity and possibly a tooth or two. There's three of them off to the right by my truck doing the "wave". Damn dog peeing on my tire again...
01:00 KandiBox: Alrighty then.. it's time to finish this guy off. I see you reeling in the ropes and raising your guard defensively. Perfect. I send a front karate kick at your belly to keep you against there ropes, then drop down to drive a right-fisted low blow at your shorts. If you go down, I'm prepared to step back and send a kick up under your chin to give you that toothless grin you've always wanted, apparently YT
01:09 Zack_Davis: Toothless grins seem rather fashionable around these parts, might even get me some free beers (moonshines) from the locals. I gambled on holding my guard high, protecting my head at least. But you've been around and the sequence plays out pretty much as you had hoped. The front kick hurt me, sapped what little remains of my will I had left in me, and did in fact keep me trapped on the ropes , unable to try to clinch to buy some time. Your low blow made 47 hillbillies with about 13 teeth between them gasp out loud, and your final kick left me face down in a puddle of drool, unconscious. The crowd stood in stunned silence, except for the goat winners, as you blow a sexy kiss to the big guy.

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Published: 2022-08-24, viewed 134 times.