Female Boxing Federation

FIGHT TIME

Alia Boxer -- It seems like no time passes between the preliminary stuff and fight night, I'm so mentally focused and I barely realize I'm in the dressing room of the arena, the Saturday night crowds at the casino dwarfed by the crowd that's already flowing into the main arena for the preliminary bouts, I can hear the occasional crowd shouts even in the back areas where the dressing rooms are as I get ready, trying to stay relaxed even though every skin cell feels alive and jumping, already in my traditional look -- tight black trunks with "ALIA" written in black on the thick white waistband and black boots, the rest of me covered with a light sheen of sweat and a heavier sheen of oil as my trainer uses it liberally before wrapping my hands and lacing the jet-black REYES gloves on my taped fists ... Banging them together to seat them on my hands as I start to visualize using them as weapons on you as I sit quietly on the training table ...
Hardhitting Heather -- Time flies by, that by Saturday night I am focused and ready for war. I am in my own dressing room hearing some of the crowd shout during some of the preliminary bouts. I am relaxed, bit deadly focused as every muscle and cell in my body seems to be electrified ready to swap leather. I am in a pair of tight red trunks with "HEATHER" written on the front in red on a white waistband and the words "HARD HITTING" on the back. Red boots are the only other attire I have own as I am under a heavy oil sheen from my trainer before my own hands are wrapped and put into bright red EVERLAST gloves. I pat them together getting my hands to seat in them as I sit on the table taking deep breath ready for what looks to be a brutal fight.
Alia Boxer -- I'm almost in a trance, lost in thoughts as I can almost see in my mind's eye you standing in front of me, gloves up in guard and ready, and just as my imaginary punches start to fly there's a knock on the door and FBF officials come in, all smiles after looking around at the rapidly-filling arena, I'm also sure they've been checking the pay-per-view TV numbers by the size of their grins, "Have a good fight," I get from them and meet them with only a steel-hard look on my face, they quickly add, "She'll come in first, in deference to your ... experience," which makes my blood pump a little, they probably didn't mean a jab at age but it was there, I'm fuckin' ready to show them that experience is more important as they walk out, and seemingly only seconds later I hear the music crescendos and the crowd roaring, knowing that means you're making your way to the ring, trying to breathe normally and stay relaxed but listening intently, knowing I'll join you in a matter of minutes ...
Hardhitting Heather -- Lost in thought about our fight. I can almost see you getting into a guard and ready to go, when a knock at the door takes me out if my thoughts. I give a slight curse under my breath as the officials come in telling me to have a good fight. They let me know I am going out first to which I nod. I am helped into a silk red and white robe with my braided blonde hair covered by a hood. I couldn't tell you the music for my entrance as I am so focused on the ring, the crowd, and my anticipation to finally trade leather with you. As I slip under the middle rope I prance a bit shadowboxing and getting myself ready before my robe is taken off. My oil covered 36D breast shine with the sheen of the oil as I feel my nipples get erect from anticipation and the cool air of the arena. I look to the entrance waiting for you slamming gloves together.
Alia Boxer -- "It's time," my trainer tells me as I hear the crowd noise and the music still loud outside as I slide off the table, putting on my jet-black robe that's cut short, just like my trunks, to show my taut and muscular legs, my long black hair in a tight ponytail and bouncing side to side as I hit the entrance doors to the arena, spotlights trained on me as I head down, gloves on the shoulders of my stunningly attractive trainer as she leads the way and the rest of my crew following behind ... the yelling of the crowd drowning out the music as I reach the ring area and hop up the stairs, quickly slipping through the ropes and locking eyes with you as I dance side to side, finally stopping to let my robe get removed to show my own bouncing 36C girls heavily oiled, the spotlight making every inch of my flesh shine as I feel my hard nipples and the almost-audible rumbling inside my trunks, no hint of emotion on my face now as I keep my gaze on you and get back to my corner ...
Hardhitting Heather -- As you step under the ropes I feel that familiar rumbling between my legs. I am already wanting you as my eyes are glued to you. I too show no emotions as our eyes meet. The crowd is loud and raucous waiting for us to go as the announcer steps into the ring. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THE FEMALE BOXING FEDERATION AND THE MGM GRAND PRESENT OUR MAIN EVENT OF THE NIGHT!!! A TWELVE ROUND TOPLESS BOXING MATCH BETWEEN TWO FIECRE COMPETITORS!!! IN THE RED CORNER WEIGHING 145LBS AND 5'7 INCHS TALL HEATHER HARD-HITTING HARDIN!!!!" As the announcer says my name I raise my hand to the crowd and bounce on my feet still staring daggers into you.
Alia Boxer -- I keep my eyes locked on yours even as the announcer introduces you, a bounce from your taut body as you raise your hand adding to my own excitement, one of my gloves casually rubbing against my already-damp trunks as I roll my neck and shoulders to stay loose "AND IN THE BLUE CORNER FOR THIS FIRST-EVER FBF MIDDLEWEIGHT TITLE BOUT, WEIGHING IN AT 150 POUNDS AND STANDING 5-FEET-6, THE FORMER FBF CHAMPION, AAA-LLLEEE-AAAAA!" The crowd hits another peak volume almost drowning out the announcer before the referee -- her striped shirt tight and seemingly cut down to the navel, showing an impressive pair -- calls us to mid-ring and I walk purposefully there, stopping just short of the referee and standing almost rigid, no emotion but my eyes blazing, never leaving yours, my jaw set tight and gloves at my sides as we await the quick instructions ...
Hardhitting Heather -- I watch as your hand goes down to rub against your damp trunks. Mine already showing a damp spot as well. I hear your name called out and then see the ref coming out calling us to center. I give the ref a brief wink before my focus comes back on you. My playful demeanor giving way to seriousness as we are told the rules. We are told to touch gloves and I slam mine against yours. Rage and arousal building as I get back to my corner ready to take you on as my mouth guard gets slipped in.
Alia Boxer -- Meeting your strong push with my own, the slap of leather hitting makes a "WHAP!" that only those of us at mid-ring can hear, the rest of the arena filled with nearly 20,000 screams as I see the rage and hate in your eyes as you walk back, thinking I maybe be able to use that if you try to fight angry instead of under control, I back-walk to my corner as the round girls circles with the "ROUND 1" sign, my eyes still riveted on you, my trainer pushing in my mouthguard from behind me after she slides through the ropes, "FUCKIN' KICK HER ASS!" she screams in my ear just as the loud "DING" echoes and I nearly leap out of my corner ...

ROUND 1

Hardhitting Heather -- You can see my rage and arousal, but I know I have to focus. The fans are going crazy wanting to see blood spilt. As the ring girl passes with the round one sign and the bell rings I her my trainer behind me. "TAKE THAT BITCH DOWN!" she says before I leap from my corner meeting you in the center. I get my guard up high feeling another wave of arousal pass through me as this was the moment I was desperately waiting for. I circle with you before testing a quick double left jab to your guard before throwing a right hook towards your abs.
Alia Boxer -- Fighting back the initial urge to wade in and try to pummel you at the opening bell, I stick with my plan, coming out quickly to near mid-ring but cautious as I approach, in my right-hand stance with gloves high and eyes barely peering over the top of the leather, the anxiousness and rage almost visible from you as I start to circle left and you match, my right hand high and close to my head as you test with the jab like I'd figured, hitting my leather almost silently as the crowd's wall of sound comes from all directions, the TV announcers close enough to hear their chatter but I'm so focused I don't recognize words, watching you as your right drops and I twist right, taking the hook off my left side, and quickly shooting my left inside yours straight out, trying to surprise you with a boob shot while my right quickly follows, sweeping up high in an arcing hook at your chin before I change and step right, trying to alter my direction to not be the target I was last bout ...
Hardhitting Heather -- You're cautious as I come out quickly, and I instantly regret charging like a bull. You take my jabs and twist from my hook only to land a shot right to my breast. Hissing in pain I quickly move back only catching a little bit of the chin shot. I reset coming in more cautiously as I keep my guard high. I try to feint with another right before going with a left to your own breast and sinking my right into a hard hook aimed for your abs again.
Alia Boxer -- "HOW'D THAT FEEL, CUNT?" I hiss out as my glove withdraws from your right tit, not knowing if you can hear me but I could hear your quick hiss of breath and the ringside TV guys, "Oooo, an early shot from Alia" ... But you tighten up and I know what that right can do, I go for the fake and see the left too late, my continuing circle makes the boob shot catch only the side and not on the rock-hard nipple, that continued move makes your right not hit square but it still bangs my left-side abs, a grunt and a whoosh of air from me as I'm reminded how hard you hit, the crowd cheering seeing your glove land ... Eating the body shot but shooting my left up again over it, trying to show my counterpunching and aiming at your right eye, quickly sliding right and trying to work my right hooking around your guard and going for your left eye, seeing if I can start working up there early ...
Hardhitting Heather -- "FUCKING BITCH!" I snarl back, though with the mouthguard it sounds muffled. I can barely hear the ringside commentary. " Oh and Heather fires back with quickly..." I ignore them as both shots land though not quiet like I wanted. I too am reminded how hard you hit as you counterpunch catching my right eye. I blink back tears as you try to get around my guard. I move my head to the right to avoid your glove aimed for my left eye. I quickly fire a quick double jab to your chin with my left in counter to your attempt to my eye. Bringing my right low I try for a hook just above your waistband stepping in close. " GONNA FUCK YOU UP CUNT!" I Hiss at you really wanting to go.
Alia Boxer The good feeling of tagging your right eye shoots down my left arm, but just for a moment as my right slides off your flying hair with your quick step right and I know instantly I've left myself open, your first jab whaps my chin and twists my head a little before I can pull my right back to block the second ... Both my hands too high, though, as I don't expect your hammer of a right hand to go after the body a third time but you do, landing with a whap just above the "IA" of "ALIA", a quick "UNHHH" from me as I wasn't tensed and I FELT THAT ONE, getting a quick reminder of our last in-ring meeting as I quickly step in close, body to body trying to hide any discomfort as I try to hammer your left side with my right hand while trying to wrap my left around your right bicep and back, hearing your taunt in close, a "FUCK YOU, BITCH!" shooting from me as I try to lean in and use my weight to move you before the ref steps in ...
Hardhitting Heather -- The feeling of my jab hitting your jaw brings another round of arousal to my damp trunks. Though you block the second I know when the right lands you are unprotected. A smile shows as I hear the grunt of air release knowing you felt it. You step in and wrap your left around my right getting us into a clinch. You try to move me, but I refuse keeping my feet planted. Our chest against each other sending a spark of electricity down to between my thighs again as I try to bring me left in to dig short twisting shots to your body. " OH I WILL! AFTER I KNOCK YOU THE FUCK OUT!" I taunt back as I see the sexy ref coming to try and pull us apart.
Alia Boxer -- Your left trying to dig my body but with little power in close, I start to taunt back but I see the ref moving, her massive cleavage bouncing as she gets close, time to use a tactic I think, just before she puts a hand between to break, hoping you'll relax for a half-second anticipating that, my left flies fast from the hold of your arm and targets your right chin, just as I twist left as the clinch comes apart and I send my right straight in at your nose and mouth, an "AHHH!" shout and my bicep bulging with the effort, looking to make you feel this one big-time as my body follows the right in toward you ...
Hardhitting Heather -- You start to taint and stop and immediately I think something is up. Thinking you might go low ibtry to get my left down to protect but I am left wide open as you land a hard hit to my nose and mouth as you let go. I feel it as my eyes water and my nose makes a hurt. Then your right comes crashing into my unprotected abs causing a loud " UHMP!!" to escape my lips. I step back a bit trying to reset knowing THAT ONE HURT. I put on a brave face ignoring the pain as I glare at you intent on firing back. I step left before shifting right and aiming my left glove for your right eye before ducking low and going for a right uppercut to your chin.
Alia Boxer -- My glove whapping against your face sends a boost through me, and even more when I feel my right dig into those abs, thinking you didn't expect that, a little bit of grin from me as I step in behind the punch and see your evil eye look, thinking it's going to get worse for you as I expect the high left and jink my head away left, ready to load up my attack again but not seeing your duck and the upper until way too late, FUCK that right hand is a cannon I think as my head snaps up, sweat flying up toward the lights and I hear the crowd with a loud "OOHHHH" and the TV voices screaming over the crowd, "WOW, what a shot by Heather!" as I stagger two steps back, close to the ropes while shaking my head to try to shake that one off, my corner yelling at me to keep my guard tight ...
Hardhitting Heather-- Seeing that grin pissed me off and I know I can't fight angry. So instead I focus it into my right that staggers you. Your head flies back as does sweat and I cone quickly seeing you step back towards the ropes. I get in close as you shake your head and fire a quick double jab left into your guard before firing my heavy right into your body again aimed for your solar plexus. I want to drive you back into the ropes to put a hurting on you. All in my mind I want to show the crowd I deserve to be here after your words during the press conference hit home. After trying with my right I bring bring left in for another hook aimed at left breast.
Alia Boxer -- I figure you're coming in quick and I quickly cover up on instinct , the high lefts banging just my gloves but still banging me back another step, I've already been treated to that right-hand power low and I figure it's coming again, pulling my elbows in front as the plexus shot bangs between tight forearms but fortunately for me doesn't land flush or else I'd likely be on the canvas already ... pushing me back a little more and I feel the ropes only inches from my back just as you load up the left -- but instead of leaning against the ropes I step in closer and left ... Using leverage as your left slides behind my back, my left outside our right and trying to spin you into the ropes, remembering for a fleeting second the "experience" comment from the press conference as I aim a low left hook at your liver area to try to spin you more, and quickly double the left hooking high at your right eye again, the crowd on its feet with the action near the end of the first round ...
Hardhitting Heather Your experience trumps my power as your experience gives you instinct. You are able to handle my jabs and have my right land against your forearms. The left does nothing as you step in and use leverage to try to spin me into the ropes. Your left slams into my liver and I wince as my body contorts from the shot. Fully into the ropes now I try to bring my guard up as you hook my right eye. I can feel a mouse forming on that eye and growl trying to fight back. I try to get my left free enough to slam across your cheek to get you off of me hoping to buy some time for the bell to ring.
Alia Boxer -- The adrenaline shoots through me as my footwork and leverage gets you turned, the first time either of us has been against the ropes the entire round, and tagging your liver only adds to the pumping in my body, feeling the shudder inside my trunks as I try to go to work on you in close, leaning in and dropping my hands for a quick RIGHT-LEFT at your abs but, "UUUNNHHH!" I didn't see the left coming and it snaps my neck and head violently to the left, spit flying from my mouth out toward the ringside seats as my lolling head lands on your shoulder just as the "DINGGG!" sounds to end the round and the crowd roars, I wait and let the ref separate us to steal a couple of seconds, trying not to show that the last left rocked me ...
Hardhitting Heather -- I try to guard as best as I can knowing you are about to make me pay for my inexperience when my left staggers you. I see your head get rocked and I know I hurt you. My body shudders as another damp wave hits my trunks as your head lands on my shoulder. I want to attack more, but the bell rings and we are quickly broken up. The ref getting a feel of both of us as we are told to go back to our corners. I look to your smiling. "YOUR ASS IS MINE NEXT ROUND ALIA, YOU WEAK BITCH!" I hiss as I am shoved again by the ref to my corner.
Alia Boxer -- "FUCK!" I hiss to myself, I had you trapped and made a mistake and got nailed, barely feeling the ref's hands grab our tits and push us apart, the crowd screaming as I turn and walk to my corner, doing my best not to show any effects but getting a water drenching in my corner as soon as I hit the stool ... "You gotta keep your guard tight," my trainer yells while toweling me off and feeding me the water bottle, "she's better with those combos than you told me. But you're a lot stronger, USE THAT!" as I calm myself and breathe normally, not showing any signs of the war yet as I watch you across the ring, seeing some redness on your face as I get under control and wait for the bell for Round 2 ...
Hardhitting Heather -- I get to my corner and get drenched with water as well as taking a swig myself before spitting. "Keep it up, but don't lose that damn temper. She knows how to play your emotions! Keep your guard tight and wait for her to counter then attack. She has experience in this and can go the distance we have worked on that we need to keep it up. " I nod as I calm myself and let the trainer and others look to my red eye before patting me on the shoulders. I roll my shoulders again taking in good breaths waiting for round 2.

ROUND 2

Alia Boxer -- I overhear the TV announcers saying you won Round 1 by a close margin, mostly on that final punch, and I curse myself for that same mistake just as the "DINGGG" sounds and the crowd erupts again for Round 2, quickly I come off my stool and BANG my gloves together hard, letting both you and I know this round's going to be different as I come stalking out, still trying to keep under control but trying to cover distance across the ring before I meet up with you, wanting to put you against the ropes again soon and do what I should have done last time ... Peering over my gloves in guard again and popping out a quick left jab .... and another ... and another, popping it like a piston and feinting yet another to draw your interest while my right shoots straight out, going for another round-opening tit shot before pulling my guard back tight ...
Hardhitting Heather I hear the announcer, but put that thought out of my mind. Am I glad I am ahead, your damn right I am. However I need to be focused as the bell rings I see you slam gloves and I know this round is going to be different. You come out stalking me as I do you and you are quick to pepper my guard with left jabs. I can't even make a counter as you pop them to my guard a hard right slams into my tit causing a hiss of pain as my nipple gets flattened under the glove only to pop back out hard and red. Hissing in pain I try to control my anger, but can't as I let loose a hard counter left jab to your jaw before aiming a right hook for your left breast and follow it up with another heavy left to your right side. " FUCKING WHORE!" I hiss angrily pissed about the tit shot again.
Alia -- Boxer I could feel your tit flesh pancake even through my glove padding as my jabs do what I hoped, distracting you ... but my own distraction sets in as I watch your hard and now red nipple pop back out at me, the half-second lets your left get back into my jaw in close, not like the round-ending punch last time but enough to jar me again, but I can feel you trying to be aggressive and answer, hoping I can take advantage, my forearm taking your hook and saving my tit while I lean back to get away from your aggression, hoping to frustrate you a little more as your left only skims across my abs with my step back ... "WHORE THIS," I hiss as your left slides by, out of position as I pop my straight right at your nose and mouth again, quickly trying to cock my left between us and uppercut it at your right chin, trying to straighten you to shoot another straight right, this time at your plexus as I try to top your aggression with my own, the crowd screaming as never before with the big exchanges and the announcers screaming "WHAT ACTION!" ...
Hardhitting Heather -- My anger gets me in trouble as the left connects, but you block my hook and my left skims your abs. Your right lands against my nose and mouth making me hiss as I am distracted the left uppercut lands to my chin and my head is rocked back sweat flying. I stumble back a bit as you come forward the the right lands knocking me back further this time my body against the ropes. I shake my head cursing my anger as I hear my trainer shouting at me "FUCKING GUARD!!!" I hurriedly try to get away from the ropes popping quick right jabs to keep you at bay swinging a left hook toward your ribs to try and make room.
Alia Boxer -- A thrill shoots through me as my shots land on you heavily and the screams from the crowd follow your staggering steps back, the yells from your corner only urging me on more as I feel my body shudder a little and the inside of my trunks shudder even more, "WHO'S WINNING NOW, FUCKER?" I shout at both you and the TV guys just as I eat the first right jab, stopping my leaning in before I can block the second, a quick "UUNNHHH!" from me as your left bangs my ribcage, reminding me again how you can hit as my flesh distorts noticeably under your glove, but I know I have to take that shot to keep the pressure on ... With your left low on my ribs, my right shoots in high again, doubling and going for eye first and then nose, mostly trying to straighten you against the ropes while I twist my left into an upper, trying to get under ribs, under tit, under chin, whatever I can get in close to keep you penned up ...
Hardhitting Heather -- Hearing your words as I see your body shudder knowing that yous re enjoying each hit like I am when I land one on you. My jab and my left stop you, but not long enough for me to get free. You keep the pressure and with my left low you aim the right hitting my eye brining another wince of pain as you finally smash my nose. I feel droplets of blood hit my chin and try to guard only for an upper to land to my ribs keeping me pinned down. I again try to fight back with a left hook to your body before trying to shove you off.
Alia Boxer -- Tagging your eye will hopefully start the swelling there, making a note to keep attacking there to help me later in the fight, but more instant gratification from seeing a couple of drops of blood run down from one nostril across your lips, "YEAH, BLEED FOR ME, BITCH!" I hiss out as I lean in, not getting much on the upper as it lands low but lets me keep you roped .... "NNGGHH!" another left digs into my abs and I start feeling the ache there as your well-placed shots hit the same place repeatedly, just as your right hand flies up and pushes against my shoulder, trying to get room and turn me ... Not wanting to let you out of close quarters I try to drop my level under your shove and aim my left under your right and try to dig it on the "H" of your taut waistband, maybe even an inch lower to try to stun you as you spin away ...
Hardhitting Heather Fuck again with my damn eye as I can feel some swelling. I hear your words and hiss back as my left digs into your ribs. I can see a little red forming and make a note to keep pressure there. As I go to shove you, you duck and slam a right just under my waistband as I spin away and make my legs tremble a bit. " FUCKING BITCH!" I hiss stunned looking to the ref who just let it slide. I stumble back away from you. Hoping for the bell knowing this round is strongly going to you.
Alia Boxer -- Watching you put the legs in reverse mode, I fight off the urge to just wade in just as I hear my corner shout, "KEEP UNDER CONTROL, YOU'RE WEARING ON HER," as I deliberately step in while you glance over at the referee who only grins, I'll remember THAT also, I think, as I try to close the distance, my aggression getting the better of me with the crowd screaming my name as I lunge in, trying to swing a looping left hook high at your temple or eye, if nothing else drawing your attention while my right shoots straight in at your nose again, trying to turn the red faucet on even more since that will both influence the judges and get the crowd worked up ...
Hardhitting Heather -- I hear your corner as my corner shouts at me to get back I the fight. I see your aggression get the better of you as I decide to step back acting more hurt than I am. As you lunge I duck under the looping left sending my right into your left side while your arm is extended. Since I am ducked I block the nose shot with my left before brining my right back and firing a heavy left uppercut aimed for your tits to get you off balance trying to use your aggression against you and get back into this round so it's not a total loss.
Alia Boxer -- Going for a big punch to try to deck you and another to get you bleeding, and I pay for my off-balance lunge as all my black glove catches is a thick blonde braided mane and with my head shot halfway there, a huge "NNNGGHHH!" shoots through my mouthguard as that killer right slams my unguarded and untensed left side, bending me and disjointing my nose shot as it flies wildly high and quickly my "AAAAGGHHH!" echoes in the whole arena, the power of your upper and my awkward lean in combining for a vicious tit shot, pain shooting through me as my buxom boob flies up almost into my face, the stunning pain dropping me to my right knee as both my gloves cup my on-fire aching breast ...
Hardhitting Heather -- You eagerness gets you in trouble as my right slams your abs bending you. The left upper lands flush slamming your breast up and dropping you to the right knee as the ref comes to stop me from going. "FUCK OFF! SHE GETS A BELOW THE BELT AND I AM TOLD TO STAND BACK!" I screech in anger as again I am pushed aside so the ref can count while you are on one knee. " FUCKING GET UP ALIA! WE AIN'T DONE YET!" I scream incensed again due to the ref and the fire in me after that hit that got you to a knee.
Alia Boxer -- Gritting my teeth against the mouthguard with the stabbing pain in my chest, angry at myself for both not taking advantage of having you in some trouble again, and for leaving you with open shots with my recklessness, but slowly straightening up, my gloves massaging some of the pain away and my deep breathing getting rid of some as the ref bends over next to me, giving me the full view of her own huge rack as she counts, "1! 2! 3!" ... I know I'm good to get up, but I'm going to take the extra seconds as my corner crew screams, "KEEP YOUR DAMN GUARD TIGHT!" covering the "4! 5! 6!" of the count ... wiping my gloves across my sore tit one more time as the "7! 8!" sounds and I quickly get back to my feet, the ref wiping my gloves on her shirt and those boobs and asking "Are you OK?", quickly I answer, "SHE'S FUCKING DEAD MEAT NOW!" loud enough for you to also hear as the ref steps back and yells "BOX!" and I raise my guard, waving you in with my extended glove ... "COME ON, BITCH, IF WE AIN'T DONE!" ...
Hardhitting Heather -- I knew you weren't finished as you slowly straighten up running your poor tits trying to ease the pain. I growl as the ref checks on you seeing that she might be playing favorites. I keep my mouth shut though as she gets to 6 and you're still working yourself to your feet. I hear your corner yell at you and watch you again rub your sore tits as you get to 8. Finally you get your gloves wiped. I hear your answer and smile as my body shivers waiting for you. As we are told to box I smirk as you wave your glove taunting me. I don't oblige though as I go cautiously getting my guard up trying to waste time as I am still dealing with my own aches from this round.
Alia Boxer -- Hoping that you'd come charging in after dropping me with the tit shot, and really ready to counter punch, but you play it smart and keep your distance, both of us raising guards as I slowly step in, not lunging in any more as the ache in my chest slowly abates, letting me punch again, exaggerating my right-hand stance to keep my right tit back and guarded as I paw out a left at your guard, and go for a different look as I jink my right shoulder to make you think another high right's coming, instead ducking left and low and trying to double my left with a biting hook at your liver area, and twisting to shoot a straight right aimed right for the "T" in your waistband nameplate ... trying to shake you a little and get in your head some near the end of the round ...
Hardhitting Heather -- I can see a small look of disappointment as I don't fall for your play. You get your guard up like I do and step in. Seeing you favor your right tit I try to go for it only to see the right shoulder jink. I follow it and end up paying for it as you duck and aim a left hook into the T of my waistband and driving air out of my lungs. I back peddle again trying to make you chase me knowing the the bells should be ringing soon.
Alia Boxer -- Feeling my glove sink into that elastic and into your low abs, and feeling the quick burst of hot air, but mostly knowing that sent some more shudders through those red trunks, I keep pressing forward but staying under some control, keeping my right chest back still while I try another quick left at your abs just as the "DINGGGGG" sounds while I'm still stepping in, straightening up as you do the same, our eyes and faces only inches apart as the ref works both arms between us and pushes us back, "JUST GETTING STARTED, CUNT," I hiss as I back-walk to my corner ...
Hardhitting Heather -- That heavy hit hurts and I try not to show it as you come at me again only as the bell rings. Our faces inches apart glaring daggers into the other's eyes. The ref separates us again and I get to my corner. I am drenched again with water as my team looks to my eye and cleans my nose. " WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT! KEEP YOUR ANGER UNDER CONTROL OR SHE WILL GET YOU EVERY TIME!" I am scolded in my corner and nod my head. As I get water and then spit it out. " work that body of hers. She is going to keep at that eye. Protect it, but work her body. " I am told as again I nod trying to ease the shuddering in my legs knowing I am fully aroused as my trunks are soaked but not just from sweat.
Alia Boxer -- Watching you non-stop even as you walk to your corner and I do the same, seeing your corner go to work on your eye and nose and scream at you, kind of like what happened in my corner after the first round ... This time it's a little calmer on my side, my trainer packing an ice pack on my right tit to keep the pain dulled and asking me if I want some on my abs, "NOT YET," I answer, but knowing your big hands are likely going to keep trying to pound down low ... I get a little more vaseline on my face and more oil across my body to make those punches maybe slide more, getting a drink as my trainer leans me back against the pad to open up breathing ... Still mostly unmarked but some aches down low after only two rounds, aches that I try to relax with a few well-placed strokes with my glove across my already-soaked trunks just as the "DINGGG" sounds for Round 3, I pop off my stool still feeling fresh but I can feel my abs resisting as I step purposely to mid-ring ...

ROUND 3

Hardhitting Heather -- "And with a dominant round in the second Alia is in the lead by a few points here in this..." I don't even hear the rest of what the announcer says as I snarl at you. My trainer hears me and forces me to look at her before they are told to leave. " She wants you mad... don't give in use that anger focus she is hurting she is waiting for you to go at her. " I nod my head taking heed to her words before the bell rings. I smack my own gloves together still feeling fresh even though my face as some redness to it. I step towards mid ring meeting you. As I come at you keep my guard up and start off with a feint to your abs with a heavy right knowing how my right has done damage hoping you going for it. I bring my left in a straight jab towards your nose before following through with a right hook for your chin.
Alia Boxer -- Locking eyes with you as you also step out, my own guard up high and tight but my left quickly slides down with your feint, my left-side abs already showing redness from your hammer of a right hand, falling for the feint and leaving a path as your left comes straight in and my nose gets popped for the first time, feeling it mash some but not feeling any blood yet, only the sting as I finally get my left back up, parrying your hook outside and instantly shooting my left inward at that right eye again ... and pivoting to step in with my right boot and loop my right in an uppercut, trying to split your tits and tag your chin while moving in ...
Hardhitting Heather -- We lock eyes and I see you go for the feint and pay for it. My arm recoil from the hit and I shudder. You block my hook and shoot another left to my right eye before stepping in and tagging my with an uppercut. My head gets rocked and I step back. I heed my corners words getting angry, but fighting through. I grit my teeth as I reset and decide to lead you on. I circle with you again before showing that I am going. To head to the left before and throwing a right jab to your guard. I then shift right and swing my left in hard aimed for the L on your waistband. I then step in close swinging right straight jab to your left breast.
Alia Boxer -- My eye shot and upper both get home, seeing you having to blink the high shot away, and it looks like your guard is still loose as I load up for more .. but your left move-right jab and right move-left hand gives a different look and my own guard is ready for the wrong hand both times, the right occupying my guard while your hard big-swinging left tags the white elastic and nearly doubles me over, getting an "OOOO" from part of the crowd as I fence my guard on my body, a saving grace as your straight right catches forearm rather than tit ... quickly I shoot out both gloves from the fence in front of my body, trying to shove you off balance and give my own different look as I wade in right after with a quick one-two, high left-right hook from both sides at your chin to try to get aggressive ...
Hardhitting Heather -- My footwork does what it is intended to do as I throw you off a bit and my shot to your gut gets and audible gasp from the crowd and you. You get your guard back and my right hits your forearm. I growl as I am shoved back off balance and you come in aggressive with a quick one-two to my chin. I my head gets rocked both ways and I quickly shake my head taking a step back. I step back again seeing the aggression, wanting you to follow up thinking your shots to my chin have done more damage. I keep my guard up keeping an eye out of you as I step back again looking daze only to try and dope you into come at my aggressive.
Alia Boxer -- Seeing you back up and knowing the high hooks snapped your head, I'm urged on by the crowd that sees you almost stagger and look worn down already, hearing the screams of "GO GET HER!" from my own corner, I know my plan was to systematically attack but my aggression takes over, time to get rough with the ref mostly taking up space in the ring, I step close, my gloves high and shooting out to push your shoulders back again, trying to get you against the ropes again and leaning in, looking for more success with the hooks as I send two more biting shots, left-right at your chin again ...
Hardhitting Heather -- I hear the crowd and try to fight back a smirk as I see you come in aggressively as you go to step in and push I side step to the right only getting a little bit of the shove which throws me off a bit, but I quickly straighten out before you can throw your hooks in. I don't give any reaction time as I slam my left hard to your jaw trying to send you into the ropes. I then go in for a right left hook combo to your body wanting to give payback for last round.
Alia Boxer -- At first I think you're staggering when my shove only catches part of your left shoulder, not realizing it's a bluff until your left flies by my extended pushing arms and tags my chin, sending a halo of sweat flying and guiding my right shoulder into the ropes with the rest of me following, barely turning around before your right slams my left abs again, more stinging pain through me but my right does get down to block your left, my back against the ropes as I quickly reach out, trying to wrap my gloves behind your back and pull you in to get a few recovery moments, hoping the ref will let the tight clinch go for a few seconds ...
Hardhitting Heather -- The crowd goes crazy at the bluff as the tide turns to my favor. I get you in the ropes and I am on you quickly. Though you get your globes behind my back and pull me, the ref looks away for a bit letting things go. That is when I take my show and bring my left down aiming right below the LI on your waistband just about the same area where you got me earlier last round. "That's for earlier bitch!" I hiss as I try to pull away so I can bring on the pain and look to dominate you this round.
Alia Boxer -- My quick wrapup does give me a few seconds, especially after you're on top of me in a flash, both of us struggling for room as the few seconds of wrestling on the ropes at least lets me get my balance, the crowd screaming for more wide-open punching action and you oblige in working your left free between us .. "UUUNNHHH!" I moan deep from me as your shot slams black satin and not the waistband, sending shudders through me and making me realize how soaked I already am while hearing you taunt ... Desperately I hold on while you try to shake the clinch, trying to slow you down by pressing my muscular thigh between yours and doing everything I can to hold my gloves behind you as hard nipples battle with each other ... "YOU LIKE THIS, CUNT?" I whisper low with my head next to yours ...
Hardhitting Heather -- The crowd roars for more action and I give them what they want in spades as my left lands and I hear the deep moan and I feel you shudder against me. You hold on to me tightly not letting me leave as you press your thigh against me. We are making good on our promise of a sensual fight as a quick glance shows cameramen trying to get a view of the sexy clinch between us. Our nipples battle against each other as I hear your whisper and it is my turn to moan. "NOT AS MUCH AS YOU DO, SLUT!" I whisper back as I try to press my own thigh between your legs and again bring my right to try and batter those ribs. Though the ref has different plans as she finally comes to try and separate us.
Alia Boxer -- A grimace from me as your right squirts free and my side and outside ribs get popped, but you can't get that right-hand power as much in close as I squirm in the clinch, letting me move my thigh as I hear your moans and feel your shudder, thinking even though I'm still getting my breath back I was able to sensually distract you and that won't be the last time, my heat advantage increasing when the ref breaks us while you're still trying to dig your own thigh into my wet crotch ... The ref using her full body this time to break us up out of the tight clinch and just as she does I slide to my left down the ropes, trying to escape your leverage and get my own punching room, quickly sending my right straight out and trying to mash your right tit after our chest grind got your nipples eve harder, while I keep sliding left, wanting to circle back toward mid-ring ...
Hardhitting Heather -- You grimace as my right lands, but not as powerful as I want it due to your constant squirming. Feeling the heat between my legs as you sensually try to distract me I try to get to you again only for the ref to get between us. This time you sneak past the ref and get a right straight to my right tit making me howl in pain as you get free and try to go mid ring again. I follow you angered, but keeping my focus on you. I will not let my anger get me this round. I have to come back from the last, at least that is what runs through my mind as I follow after you again my right tit red from your last shot. Mid-ring again as I get my guard up and get close I don't try any trick this time getting in close wanting a slugfest. I go for a left right jab to your chin before bringing my right low again aimed for that body wanting to try and slam your left ribcage.
Alia Boxer -- Making the circle around and evading any further damage as I use my ring experience, and getting in the solid chest shot is a bonus as I hear your groan of pain and hear another "oooooo" from the crowd, "SHE'S GOING TO FEEL THAT ONE FOR A WHILE," I hear the ringside TV commentators say before I dance back to mid-ring, but they may have been wrong as you keep coming at me this round, seeing some redness on both your bouncing orbs and a little puffiness around that right eye, expecting you to stay consistent I cock my right and look to bang that beak and turn the blood loose again, but before I can it's your turn to surprise me and wade in, my head rocked back by the jabs as I lean backward to try to evade -- which makes my gloves come up when I don't want them to, "UUNHHHH!" another big moan from me as your right slams the bottom of my ribs again, right on the growing red blotch as I wince, a low "FUCK" shooting from me as my left elbow drops and I bounce back a couple of steps … Your aggression this round catching me by surprise as my corner yells "KEEP YOUR DAMN GUARD UP, AND COUNTER PUNCH!" ...
Hardhitting Heather-- I can hear the commentators and again I ignore them as I follow your dance. Before you can attack I catch you with the jabs and rock you again with a heavy right. Your side now a red blotch as your elbow drops and you step back a few steps. I hear your corner yell and try to not give you the opportunity to counter. With your left elbow dropped I aim my right hard for your nose wanting to bust you nose as you did mine before jabbing a left into your right eye again trying to even the score. I step back a few steps in case you decide to counter so I can throw you off again.
Alia Boxer -- The ache in my left side starting to affect my breathing and I feel it every time I throw a left hand ... which I don't get the chance to do as your right flies in before I can set up my own attack, tagging my nose again and moving my head again, this time I can feel the telltale wetness inside my nostril as I try to sniff it back, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of drawing blood at least for a few more seconds ... I figure your right's coming again but instead your left pops out at my guarding right, I'm able to swat it outward and quickly I try to take advantage of your aggression, shooting my right inside your extended left and trying to bang your nose again to start the blood flow all over again before you step back ... quickly you open up room, but this time I'm not biting, standing my ground with my guard up, flexing my left glove to wave you in while yelling "COME ON BACK IN HERE, CHICKEN SHIT!" trying to get it loud enough to be heard all around ringside ...
Hardhitting Heather -- I know my shots to your left side are taking effect as your left is slower. As my hits connect I see you sniff back knowing I got you to bleed even if you don't show it. Swatting my left I realize you are trying to take advantage , as you band my nose and I sniff fighting back blood. When I step back I hear you yell and watch you wave that glove at me to come back. I decide to play games with you as I go to rush forward getting my gloves up to rush only to get right close and step back wanting to piss you off as I throw jabs to your guard every time I rush and then step back.
Alia Boxer-- I know my right hand landed solid and your nose is ready to burst out all over again before you take steps back while I try to incite the crowd with my waving you in ... As you rush forward my guard takes your jab but my quick following right catches only air ... just before you step back in and jab again at my guard, and AGAIN my quick counter only jerks my shoulder ... and AGAIN I eat a jab and miss the follow, seeing your grin getting huge, fuck I'm getting a boxing lesson this round I think to myself ... just as you dance back in and pop a jab, this one on my right eye just as the "DINGGGG" sounds to end Round 3 before I can counter once again, my punches almost like shadow-boxing as you quickly turn and walk away to your corner, raising your gloves to the crowd as I mutter to myself and walk to my corner ...
Hardhitting Heather -- After your hit to my nose I can see you incite the crowd again. My constant rushing, jabbing, and stepping back has you furious as I am giving you my own personal boxing lesson. Just as I know last round was yours I know that this round belongs to me. I tag your right eye just as the bell rings before you can counter. I turn quickly and getting cocky I raise my glove to the crowd. As I get back to my corner, again I am drenched and given water. my team checks my eye and waters down my tits. I hiss as the cold water touches burning hot skin. "That was a good round, but don't get cocky she is going to be pissed at your teasing. Keep your guard and fight smart she is going to be coming hard and fast. Block, move, counter. Do you hear me?" My trainer says as I nod. "Block, Move, Counter" I repeat though muffled with my mouthguard in.
Alia Boxer -- My cheeks red but not from your punches as I get to my corner and I all but get shoved to my stool, "Come on, champ, you're better than this! Don't let her get into your head! Use that head for something else besides her target ! You've nailed her with counters after parrying, keep doing that. That nose will bust open very soon ... You know she wants to work the body, so keep that left elbow tucked and make her work for it!" ... all the time I'm getting a cool sponging and a heavy hit from the water bottle, and again the ice packs just above my waistband, still feeling the quiver from your low shot, the pain in my chest pretty much gone and my tits not nearly as red as yours that are visibly swelling ... "And keep working at that right eye, turn her into a one-sided fighter!" my trainer yells just before the "DINGGGG" sounds for Round 4, my anger at the end of the round getting my juices flowing again as I bang my gloves together and quickly get to midring ...

ROUND 4

Hardhitting Heather-- Looking to your corner I see you cheeks red and I have the feeling it isn't just from my punches. My poor tits are swelling, but I have to ignore the pain. I knew with my bigger bust I had better targets for you to take aim at I just didn't realize you would target them all fight! "She is pissed she is going to come in hot use that. She things cause she is experience she is better. You have trained harder and you want this more! Show her that!" I get one last piece of advise from my trainer before the bell rings for round 4. As the bell rings I see you bang gloves and get to midring quickly. I am just as quick as I get a guard up not throwing swing knowing I need to heed my trainer again and do what was said. Until your onslaught that I know is coming ends I need to block, move, and counter as best as I can.
Alia Boxer -- Hearing the TV talking heads just as I stand up, saying that you won two of the first three rounds but my big advantage in the second round may have the fight even ... Not for long, I say to myself, as I close distance and circle right, time to show you a different look as I take a southpaw stance, my right out front as I circle that way, trying to turn quicker than you to get my right outside your left and bang one, two, three right-hand jabs at your cheek and jaw, my left cocked back and ready and I follow the last jab by jinking my left, but it's a fake up high as instead I drop hard right and try to dig my right, uppering under your bottom rib, bicep bulging as I try to take some of your wind, and keep circling right, away from your right hand ...
Hardhitting Heather I don't bother with the talking heads trying to focus on only you. You close the distance between us and circle right as I circle left. You take a southpaw stance while I stay orthodox. Watching you as you turn I try to follow, but get caught with you one of your jabs. I bring my guard up quickly to block the other two. Block! I see the left cocked back and see you jink left. I don't follow instead moving away from the left. Move! However the right upper slams my ribs and I gasp hard, but fight the pain. I counter with a quick left hook to your jaw as you right hits. COUNTER! I keep up the pressure following through with a hard right again towards your sore body, and finally go for a hard uppercut to your chin with my left.
Alia Boxer -- Your circle into me lets my first quick right hand pop home, the other two catch only glove but I see you move even more left, trying to cut me off and avoid my non-existent left, YEAH, I think as you step right into the path of my upper and I feel it make solid contact, hearing you gasp ... but almost instantly the left comes over the top and pops my jaw, hearing the crowd already screaming for the quick action to start Round 4, I figure another low right's coming and following my corner's directions your glove catches only my bony left elbow and I start to shoot my left up into the gap when ... WHAPPPP! The left comes from maybe crotch level and rocks my chin HARD, my head is a bobblehead for a moment as it flies back, sweat and some blood from my now-leaking nose flying up toward the lights, WHAT THE FUCK, my brain tells me as I'm dazed and stagger back on rubber legs, barely realizing I'm against my own corner as I cover up and cocoon on instinct ...
Hardhitting Heather-- "AND A HEAVY HIT FROM HEATHER HAS ALIA STUMBLING!" I hear from the talking heads after my left connects hard to your jaw. I see blood leak down your nose and a smile lights up my face. Seeing you dazed I am quick to close the gap and trap you in the corner. I try to give you know time to recover as my fist are like pistons, I drive my left and right in jabs to both of your breast before slamming a left hook to your ribs followed by another huge right towards your jaw again.
Alia Boxer -- Dazed and acting only on instinct, I fence my gloves and my arms in front of me trying to protect, your jackhammer punches now that you're not worried about your guard slam into my forearms and gloves instead of my tits, saving that pain, but my guard's all in front of me and the hook gets behind, banging my ribs while I'm trying to catch my breath and rocking me to the side, but off the corner pad for a moment and I use the ropes to bounce out into you, trying to wrap my muscular arms around yours and pin your biceps to your sides, trapping your right between us and against my chest as I frantically hold on, somehow thinking in my addled brain that the ref is going to allow some "close contact" after there wasn't much of it early ... my forehead on your left shoulder as I slowly start to get my balance back, blood now running down your shoulder from my nose and I see the small red drops dotting your heaving chest that I try to hold tight against me ...
Hardhitting Heather -- My gloves bounce off your guard instead of your tits, however the land against your body and before I can aim for your jaw you wrap me up. You pin my biceps and I growl trying to push off of you as you clinch. "GET OFF BITCH!" I hiss as the ref watches us again not doing much. I try to bring my gloves down to throw short digs into you, but it is hard being wrapped up. I feel your blood leak onto my chest as your head rest on my left shoulder. I try to thrust my shoulder up trying to get you off of me again.
Alia Boxer-- I can feel you trying to get your right hand free out of the clinch but as long as I can hold onto our own strong arms, it's caught between us and not a danger ... even though your extended right glove is low enough to push into my already-soaked and throbbing trunks without being seen by almost everybody ... and the pushing and brushing gets harder as you try to jerk yourself loose with shoulder thrusts, it's like trying to hold a bucking bronco, a killer sweaty and sexy one at that, but every second I keep the lockup is another second of recovery as I'm quickly getting my bearings and my breath back ... But I'm not going to let you see that, my turn to fake being more hurt than I am as I moan hotly and repeatedly down your chest and lean one way and then the other, trying to make you think I'm still staggered ...
Hardhitting Heather -- My left can't do a thing, my right however does get low enough to push into your trunks without being seen. I lightly tap your wet trunks trying to give you some sensual distraction. however I know the lock up is buying you time. You moan more and more as your hot breath lands on my chest and I try to buck you off of me again. I try again to shove your off with what movements I can make. "SAVE THIS KINDA OF ACTION AFTER I BEAT YOUR ASS, SLUT!" I hiss at you as the ref is still taking her sweet ass time.
Alia Boxer -- Your pushing is slowly loosening my grip, not to mention I'm trying to bite my mouthguard to distract me from the quick leather crotch massage, reminding myself to do the same back to you at some point helps me get through the distraction even though it reminds me of how I'm churning inside ... I see the ref reposition her boobs in her spilling-out striped shirt and step in close, figuring we've been locked up long enough, and just as you shove one more time and just before she yells for a break, I twist and send my own uppercut up the middle, going past your trapped right with my own and trying to muscle a stiff upper up the middle, hoping it will straighten you up and distract you while my left drops and I shovel a biting left hook aimed at the "T" of "HEATHER" again ... and quickly try to double it a couple of inches lower on that wet red trunks fabric ...
Hardhitting Heather – I can see the sort of aroused glaze in your eyes for a brief moment before you climb out of the sensual fog. The ref comes to break us and you twist away sending an uppercut to my middle and rocking my head. I groan trying to counter back when your left drops lower than my waistband hitting the wet red fabric. I moan out as this time the ref steps up taking my side a bit. she places her hand on my left breast pushing me back a bit. She gives you a stern, yet somewhat lazy warning before coming check on me. I say nothing nodding my head a look of anger flashing on my face before I quickly hide it.
Alia Boxer -- Nodding at the ref, knowing full well she's not going to do anything about either one of us doing something just outside the rules, the Federation made it pretty clear that they wanted a FIGHT and not a boring bout and we're just starting to give that to them ... I watch the ref check on you and I see you not reacting to the low shot, except for your eyes that can't hide the anger ... and as the ref waves us back together, I step in, hissing "YOU GOT LUCKY, CUNT," trying to distract you as I stay southpaw, stepping right to shoot an outside right jab at your left eye, to grab your attention as my left shoots out, looking to pancake that left tit again, hoping to clear the path for a leaping right hook at your jaw, trying to knock your head into the third row, knowing if I miss I'll be wide open ...
Hardhitting Heather -- We both know the ref isn't going to do shit, hell the ref knows she is just here for show as she gives you a warning. As soon as we are able to go again I hear you hiss and see you step right. I block the right jab with my left leaving me open for another tit shot. I hiss as my tit is again a nasty red and the nipple is rock hard showing a small dribble of blood. That tit shot makes me step back away from you only catching a little bit of the hook that only knocks my head a little. I growl angered at the tit shot and come in hard and heavy. I throw a massive right cross into your left breast following up with a series of left right hooks to your body followed by a left jab for your nose in anger.
Alia Boxer -- The sight of mashed tit flesh under my black glove gives me an adrenaline boost and a sensual rush, but my left stays there too long and your backstep leaves my looping right a couple of inches short, still tagging your chin but not nearly with the power I'd hoped, seeing only your head lightly snap and a couple of blood drops slide down your lip as you power in close again, and your right DOESN'T miss, flattening my left tit and bringing a squeal of pain from me as it's my turn to step back, I can't avoid the left that digs into my obliques but my left finally drops and blocks the right, my own slight retreat leaves your jab on my nose but short enough where it doesn't slam it hard, only enough to send my own quick drops out of my nostril ... With your left extended, I slide to my left and shoot my own right up the middle, a wicked straight shot trying to turn your nose loose, and come back with a biting left up high, figuring it's time to work that eye again, the crowd on its feet and screaming its lungs out at the brutal exchanges in round 4 ...
Hardhitting Heather -- The crowd is truly on its feet now as round four has given them the brutal slugfest they have wanted all along. My right slams your tit and you squeal as my left digs your obliques, but the right gets blocked. I do catch your nose enough to see blood drop again. My left is extended and your right catches my nose perfectly spraying blood all over your glove, my chest, and the ring. You bring the left aimed for my eye and it lands as my eye swells more. Hissing I decide to fight back I am quick to counter after that left going with another right to your left tit wanting to get them as red as mine since your left is extended. I then duck low, but feint not going for the body shot instead popping up and throwing a left right combo of jabs one aimed for the right eye and then your nose. My goal to make you as bloody as I am before the round ends.
Alia Boxer -- The quick splash of blood is easily visible to those sitting at ringside, a collective "OOOHHHH" from them as I hear the TV guys in the background, "ALIA HAS REALLY OPENED HER UP NOW!" just before my left tags that eye good again, it just HAS to start swelling I think to myself, before my thoughts turn back to pain, showing your desire as you come back from two wicked shots and get under my left, mashing my quickly-reddening and swelling left boob with another squeal between my mouthguard ... I know what's coming, you've gotten into a pattern of right hand to my left abs and body as my left arm drops on instinct and I raise my right, taking the high left and waiting for the body shot and ready to counter ... But the body shot doesn't come, instead your right shoots up high, my face wide open from guessing wrong and my nose gets flattened, seeing first red leather and then stars for a moment, and feeling my own blood mashed out and painting my face, the crowd again reacting at the sight of red all over my face but I'm in fight lust now , with your right high I lean left and power a digging left hook trying to slam through your flesh and crush your liver, and twist back to a straight right at your plexus trying to really incapacitate you, NOW let's fight, bitch, I think to myself as my guard becomes almost non-existent ...
Hardhitting Heather -- I know I got you hurting when the right lands on your breast and you squeal. I smile again when you fall for my misdirection and I land a massive shot opening your nose as blood paints your face. "AND HEATHER RETURNS THE FAVOR WITH THAT SHOT!!" Again ignoring the talking head as I know I have just awoken a sleeping beast. My right high you sink low and deliver a left hook that feels like my liver is going to detach as it lands making my hiss. You twist and that right hits my Solar plexus this time making me stagger back and get my guard up as I feel my back touch the corner pads my body hurting as my trainers scream at me to guard.
17:27 Alia Boxer YESSSSS, I silently hiss to myself as I see you backing up, seemingly only moments after you had me in trouble and now I have a chance to return the favor, and even better you're almost in your OWN corner ... My chest aching and my nosebleed now running red rivers down my cleavage but I know I have to take advantage now, hearing your corner screaming for you to guard I ignore my own, planting my feet wide on either side of you and turning on the windmill ... A low left to your waistband, a low right to your waistband, up high with a left hook at your chin, matching it on the other side with a right hook, I can feel my body shuddering violently and my crotch lathering and churning as the fight heat hits a zenith, hoping I can keep it up with not much time left in the round ... And hoping you aren't in any shape to counter ...
Hardhitting Heather -- SHIT..SHIT...SHIT!! I hiss as you close the gap this time while I am in my own corner. Both our tits are coated in blood as you trap me in my corner. I bring my guard mig to high trying to keep my tits and face safe. However you dig low right at my waistband with a left and then a right. I grunt and hiss but keep my guard at my same range. seeing the left I block, though the right slams my head to the left and I feel a daze coming. Thinking on instinct alone like you did I lunge forward trying to wrap your arms like you did me my head resting on your right shoulder blood dripping as I try to wrap you up flexing hard to keep you there hoping the bell rings soon.
Alia Boxer -- The body shots draw moans and grunts from you but you skillfully twist so they don't get the maximum power, my left gets blocked but the high right nails you hard, seeing sweat and blood fly over the ropes in your corner and I hear your corner frantically yelling for you to cover up and wrap up ... which you quickly do, strong arms pinning my biceps to my side as I try to work my fists in close and can only manage light brushes across your chest as we're locked together ... "CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE, SKANK?" I hiss in your ear, but I can't deliver any more as I'm clinched completely ... Again knowing the ref's not going to do much as I try to swing shoulders back and forth, looking for room and maybe get a shoulder bone against your face but we're way too close as I hear your corner counting down 10 seconds until the round's end ... My muscular thigh comes up hard against your wet trunks and starts humping against you, trying for one last distraction to land a big punch at the bell ...
Hardhitting Heather -- My corner screaming at me to guard or wrap. I decide to wrap and it works. I hear you hiss and muster a small growl in return. Feeling you shake trying to make room I hold tight as I hear the 10 second count down, however I am a little distracted as you thigh comes to my wet trunks. I moan as you hump against me and I try to fight back the distraction keeping your arms wrapped trying to outlast before the bell. I finally hear the bell and release the clinch before the ref can pull us apart. I give you a small shove as my corner gets out my stool for me to sit and I feel my legs shaking from all the excitement building.
Alia Boxer -- I can hear your moans and feel your shudders as I give you a thigh massage right on your soaked pussy, the feeling of your wet red stain trunks against my skin and the heat radiating from your honey hole has me distracted enough where I don't even hear the bell and barely realize the ref's diving in between ... but I do feel your shove as your gloves come up and push my shoulders, I quickly respond with a looping right at your chin and I instantly get one in response, punches flying from both of us as the crowd is incensed and your corner crew finally pulls us apart, my own crew running across the ring and grabbing me, "YOU'RE FUCKING DONE, BITCH!" I yell, "YOU'RE MINE NEXT ROUND!" as I get dragged across the ring, my own pussy flowing hugely with the intensity before I finally get thrown onto my stool ...
Hardhitting Heather -- I didn't think my shove what get to you, but it does as you respond with a looping right at my chin. I fire one back and the punches fly as the ref, my corner team, and your corner team all force us apart. "YOU FUCKING BITCH! I AM GOING TO END YOU WHORE! I snarl as I am physically sat down. My pussy is now completely drenched and flowing as I am seated. Water poured again on my sweat covered body as I am scolded by my corner team. Granted they are glad that I was able to handle you most of the round it is those last seconds that they are pissed at. Taking a swig of water I feel my face being cleaned and look to my swollen left tit the poor nipple bleeding. My right eye is now swelling slightly. my corner works to get me clean and look to me again. "You did good last round until the end. She is hurting after you busted her up. Keep up that pressure and keep doing like we said with the counters. You can win this girl we all know it." She says as I nod breath heavily my body aches, but it feels like I am truly alive the thrill of the fight has me on edge and ready for anything.
Alia Boxer -- My back hits my corner pad hard as my trainer all but throws me onto the stool, instantly pouring water over my head to cool me down in more ways than one, and grabbing ice packs again to put across my tits and abs, my chest not as bad as yours but the ab muscles on my left side screaming to the touch, and cotton stuffed up my nose to try to slow the bleeding ... "Nice job coming back after she nailed you early," my trainer yells, "and now you KNOW you can hurt her. Keep it up, that eye's going to start closing and she won't be able to see your left coming before long. USE THAT!" as I get toweled off, the white towel quickly red from the blood ... But my nerves on fire and energy seemingly roaring through me as I lock eyes with you across the ring, seeing your swollen tit and right eye but knowing you see my body covered in ice, "DON'T HOLD ANYTHING BACK! GO GET HER!" I hear as the "DINGGGG" sound for Round 5 and I'm on my feet in a second, not feeling my wet trunks for now ...
Hardhitting Heather -- My tit are covers in ice as my nose is stuffed with cotton to slow the bleeding. Our eyes are locked and I know you will be coming for my eye. I can still see you, but it hurts like hell. "That left side is bad, so keep working on it. She cant get your eye if she can’t get that left to work." My trainer says as I nod again. As the bell rings I get up with a quickness not even worried about my wet trunks. "TAKE HER DOWN THIS ROUND! YOU GOT HER!" I hear as we meet again and start to circle I get my guard up knowing at this point it could be anyone's fight though I have a feeling after last round I might be leading in points.

ROUND 5

Alia Boxer -- As I step out, for the first time the musky odor of arousal makes its way through my nose that's cleared of blood for the time being, and as I get close to you the scent grows, realizing you're just as heated up as I am ... And both of our excitement peaking in the last round when the leather started flying hard ... My body's probably tired and aching and my head still a little woozy from your pounding early last round, but that's not holding me back as I'm on pure adrenaline and fight lust now as I get my guard tight, peering over the top of my gloves and back to orthodox stance, feinting a couple of jabs and waiting instead of coming out aggressive, seeing how you'll react and ready to counter whatever you come with, sweat already dripping off my nose and arms in the first few seconds of the round ...
Hardhitting Heather -- Stepping out I can smell the same musky odor of arousal from myself and from you too. That fight lust is strong between us. My tits ache as well as my head does, but I am so worked up from that last round that it takes over me. Adrenaline and lust are what is keeping me going, and probably will until knockout or round 12 which ever comes first. As we circle with our guards up neither one of us go aggressive. You throw out at few feint jabs, but I ignore then. Getting tired of this waiting game my lust over comes me as I rush forward I feint with my right to your left side knowing I have attacked there all night. I then shift weight to the left throwing a quick left double jab towards your chin trying to get my guard back quickly before you counter.
Alia Boxer -- I figure one of us is going to lose patience quickly, especially with the crowd almost going silent after their loud roars one round ago ... But just before I break the ice, you step forward toward me and my left automatically drops to guard the huge and ugly bruise that is my left abs, letting you come in closer and hit and the left pops my chin, sending a little sweat flying but it's not as bad as my body or my tits or my nose ... And with your left extended, I see another chance and lunge in, trying to get my left hook home on your right eye before you can guard up ... while twisting right and even closer, sending my right up in an uppercut up the middle, going for your bleeding left tit again, trying to work on your vulnerable spots before you work on mine ... my teeth grinding since each left I throw sends a quick pain jolt through me ...
Hardhitting Heather -- I connect with my left, but it is nowhere near as powerful as my other shots have been. My left extended give you perfect opportunity to try and bang my left right eye. However I get my right up to block only setting myself up to take a hard uppercut to my bleeding left tit. I wince in deep pain as blood leaks from my nipple. I fight through the pain and as your right is extend I bring my left in slamming into your ribs on the right side. Working quickly I pop up trying to slam my right into your left eye looking to hurt you more. I know you are going to be protecting that left side with everything you got, which pisses me off knowing I have more sore spots for you to target.
Alia Boxer -- I'm inches from coring out that right eye even more when your quick right glove gets in between and stone-blocks my punch ... but your guard up high lets me shoot the middle with my upper and it gets home with a satisfying "WHUMP" figuring that hurt a LOT and is going to back you up ... But somehow you don't go back, showing your determination as .... "OOFFF!" Your lowered left bangs and stacks my right ribs, not nearly as sore on that side but you power is still impressive as I wince and bend a little, that bend saving my eye as your right tags my forehead instead of my eye, pushing me back but my head's plenty hard... sensing your anger as I lean back in, still ready to trade leather as I aim a digging left hook under your high right hand, trying to bang your ribs right back while I twist and shoot my right hand again, maybe going back to that well too often but looking to mash your nose all over again ... leaning in behind the punch to try some infighting this time ...
Hardhitting Heather-- As my left connects as you wince and bend, but you block my right making it hit your forehead pushing you back. You're as resilient as I am as you come back ready to trade leather. You dig your left into my right side and I hiss before you twist and shoot the right aimed for my nose. I try to twist away and you catch right at the tip of my nose. Only a little blood sneaks out, not nearly the geyser you were looking for as you lean in. I lean in too hissing. " YOU WANT TO GET CLOSE LETS GO!" I snarl as I step in with you and shift right trying to get you to think I am going for your left side again only to throw a left hook at your waistband before trying to drive my right to your hurt left side.
Alia Boxer -- My second shot doesn't land up high, only grazing your nose flesh as I lean in behind it, you also leaning in and obviously ready to mix it up at close range, I cock my right but your left gets under it and bangs my right side on the white elastic, a moan from me, FUCK I had almost forgotten how you can go to the body ... but I'm not backing up after everything so far, pushing inward with my back boot just as your right flies in low, it lands further back on my obliques instead of on the growing bruise but still sends an ache through me ... In close with your right wide, I aim my short left upper under your right tit as our bodies are less than a foot apart, and while in close I try the same with my right hand trying to upper under that swollen left orb ... For a second imagining speed-bagging your impressive chest and instantly feeling the pangs down low again as I stay close, trying to loop my left outside our close stances and get a surprise shot on your watering eye ... "IN CLOSE IS WHERE THE REAL WOMEN FIGHT, SLUT!!" I hiss as I feel the heat radiating off your body ...
Hardhitting Heather -- Landing the left I hear you moan as you push forward. My right doesn't get quiet the hit I want. You fire back into my right breast drawing a moan of pain out of me I feel you go for the left and twist enough for you to hit my sternum instead of tit. It takes the wind out of me enough for you to slam my right eye again. I blink back tears and shake my head quickly hearing your words. " I'LL SHOW YOU A REAL WOMAN, CUNT!" I snarl again feeling the heat from both of us. As your left is still wide I slam my right hook into your left breast before aiming a high left jab to you chin and ducking low again for another right aimed just below the I of your waistband. Throwing caution to the wind with going a little low.
Alia Boxer Staying in close, thinking I have the advantage inside but starting to question that even as my glove tattoos your right eye again and I see you blinking and trying to shake it off ... it again doesn't take the wind out of you like I'd hoped, but that eye's eventually going to close ... "OOOOFFF" my left tit takes your biting hook in close as I lean away left to protect, aching as I lean away left and your left slides by my sweaty hair and temple, thinking I have another opening before ... "NNUUHHH!" your brick of a right hand slams in low, shudders again shooting through my trunks as I feel a release inside them, but it was STILL better than if you'd slammed my aching left abs ... Gritting my teeth as I slide in close, torquing to answer your low shot with my own, maybe a bit lower as my right aims for soaked wet satin fabric well below the "HEATHER" waistband ... the ref letting a lot go while we battle in close ...
Hardhitting Heather Though I have been fighting back my body aches and I know one more massive shot from you and I will have to retreat a bit. My glove lands on your left tit and then I hear your grunt as my right catches where I want it too. I feel you shudder a bit, and wonder if you might have released. I should have kept focused as you get close and aim just below the Heather on my waistband. "UHNNN" I moan a bit feeling my own release come soaking my trunks even more. I clinch with you bring my left under your right arm and try to focus my right against your trunks as I try to keep the clinch in a bit.
Alia Boxer -- Hearing you moan and feeling your body shudder behind my right hand, holding it there an extra half-second and grinding to see if I get any more reaction, not sure if I can take any more arousal right now ... especially as you work your left low under my right and pull into another clinch -- your right glove's tight between us again but this time it's on purpose, your hips pushing forward and pushing your right glove HARD against my soaked trunks ... I try to punch your left side with my right arm and glove but your left under it takes all my leverage and power ... The crowd and the TV announcers quickly seeing what's happening as my legs shake ... "FUCKIN' BITCH," I hiss at you in the clinch as your right really goes to work ... "HEATHER'S GOT HER IN TROUBLE," The TV guys scream, "THIS IS WHAT SHE DID TO ALIA IN THEIR LAST PRIVATE BOUT, THE VIDEO SHOWED HER TAKING CONTROL AND SHE'S TRYING TO DO THAT AGAIN!" ...
Hardhitting Heather You hold it there longer than you should until we get in the clinch. As soon as I get that right glove in pressed against your trunks I feel you try to attack with the right and I take your leverage with my left. I hear the announcers and your hissing as I smirk. " MMM SEEMS SOMEONE WANTS SOME BELOW THE BELT ACTION!" I tease hissing back as I try to throw a dig with my left into your side. I do lightly tap my right against your trunks trying to force you back against the ropes as I do.
Alia Boxer -- "FUCKER!" I hiss back as your lowered left pops my right side, not much on it in close but it keeps me slowly getting pushed back with your left having the leverage under my right ... But it's your right hand that has doing the body damage most of the fight, and now it's doing "damage" between my strong thighs as you alternate between taps and grinds, I know you can feel my body shuddering and I'm about to let loose a huge eruption if I don't do something quick ... Desperately I step back hard, my back hitting the ropes where you were trying to get me all along ... but when I bounce off the ropes I do it with fists flying, a left upper and a right upper both aimed at your chin, my anger from you working on my trunks showing with a HARD left hook and RIGHT hook, round-house punches aimed at your cheeks as I really try to hurt you, not to mention get a chance to recover from your low work ...
Hardhitting Heather -- Feeling as if I have the upper hand as you hiss I keep my sensual pressure in you trying to get you to release again wanting to drain you of some power. Once I get you into the ropes I try again until your come full throttle and land hard punches. They all land and that last slams hard knocking me back and down to a knee breathing heavily. I know I can get up I just need the time.
Alia Boxer -- For a moment the crowd is stunned with the abrupt turn of events, but suddenly they erupt in huge cheers as they see you hit a knee ... "HEATHER IS DOWN!" the TV guys scream trying to be heard over the crowd, "SHE HAD ALIA IN TROUBLE BUT SHE REALLY GOT TAGGED OFF THE ROPES! SHE LOOKS SHAKEN!" ... I raise my gloves to the crowd, trying not to think about the pain that creates as it stretches my bruised abs, even more as the ref steps in and pushes me away, I bang my gloves together and play to the crowd while I watch you breathing heavily, trying to straighten up as your chest rises and falls ... just as the "DINGGGGG!" sounds to end the Fifth Round ... A loud "SHIT!" from me knowing I had the advantage that I could exploit before the damn bell, I turn and walk to my corner while your corner crew leaps through the ropes and helps you get to your feet ...

END ROUND 5

Published: 2021-03-28, viewed 144 times.