Female Boxing Federation

Selene — 03/25/2020
Two big, tough looking guys were squaring off at the local underground fight club. They were probably over 6 feet tall, and built like construction workers or athletes. One was blond, one redhead. From the glares, this was more than just a fight for stakes; there was a real grudge here. Massive muscles rippling, they waded into each other. Hard fists smashed into faces with brutal power, heads snapping. In a matter of seconds, the winner was obvious: The blond was flinching when the red threw a punch. A fake backed the blond up, and in his inexperience, he didn’t realize how close to the fence he was. His opponent grinned, and dug a couple of brutal punches into the gut. I knew the fight was over, except for the formality of punching the crap out of him. So did they; the blond tried to cover up as the 6’ redhead pounded on him. An uppercut snapped his head back, then massive fists just smashed into his face. A loud crack told the savvy folks that his nose was broken. He mixed up some punches to the ribs and gut, before standing back and letting his victim fall. His face resembled hamburger more than a face. The cool breeze and bright sun just highlighted the beating he’d taken. I’d come here to watch some fights, but this was the third fight, and third mismatch. I like the occasional mismatch, but this was getting boring. I heard someone next to me mutter, “Pathetic.”

• Karina — 03/25/2020
I’m thinking the blond guy should never have stepped up to fight, poor little darling. Glancing around, I see that the red haired gal standing near me is also looking annoyed at this one sided beat down, same as me. Hmmm, she actually looks like a fighter, just the way she carries herself….. I wonder if she came here to fight if there was someone to take on…..so I break the ice…and mutter pathetic….. It seem to have caught her attention, as the redhead looks up at me....

Selene — 03/25/2020
I turned at the muttered comment, my red Converse hi-tips scuffing up some of the dirt in the yard. The brunette that had commented on the action looked like a fighter; a few scars on her knuckles spoke of more bare knuckle action than I’d had. I’d mainly come to watch the fun, but hadn’t ruled out fighting. Seeing the tough looking brunette got me wondering. She’s just a tiny bit taller, but a little stockier than my 5’6, and looked dressed to fight. I said to her, “You aren’t kidding. 3 fights, and only that last redhead had a clue what he was doing—barely. A decent fighter would have laid him out like a cheap rug.”

Karina — 03/25/2020
I now look straight at the redhead, carefully assessing her, and instinctively know she is a fighter. Impressive biceps, and a steely determined look on her face….clearly a gal that does not take any shit off anyone…here goes…”you look like you have more interest than just watching fights, right? I think you’ve been in more than a few yourself?” It’s really a shame the way the guys seem to hog the square every fight night, sis……and then all they come up with is the last three pathetic fights”

• Selene — 03/25/2020
I look right back at the brunette, assessing her frankly--from her look, she's as much a fighter as I am, and the lack of obvious definition doesn't hide the fact that she's be able to hit like a sledgehammer. "Intriguing," I think; I'm used to fighting someone I know something about, and that knows something about me, at least by reputation.
• "Heck yes," I say, "I've been known to fight occasionally. Gotta say that there's times when we lasses do a lot of the fighting; seems you've missed them. Also some good fights, but settling grudges leads to a few mismatches. The women do put on better fights..."

• Karina — 03/25/2020
Now looking the redhead straight in the eye with my hazel eyes, “I bet the gals do, I’ve missed most of the fights as I’m new here……but we look pretty evenly matched, and I’d say we could put on a fight that would easily top what those dorks just did”….and not wanting to play coy anymore…..”so what do you think, wanna step in the square with me? I think there are no more fights scheduled….”

Selene — 03/25/2020
As our eyes meet, I see a kindred spirit. My heart races as you ask the magic question, and I grin. "I bet we could; square's first come, first served--we want next, better speak up." I know nothing about you--unusual for me not to know something about my opponent, and this could turn into another mismatch--but something tells me that it wont.
"Just so you know--we fight topless, there's a bit o' extra payout for the winner, and whoever gets thrashed won't need to buy a drink all night...I'm game if you are."

• Karina — 03/25/2020
I take a deep breath, and throwing caution to the wind, “hell yes, let’s do it! And topless is fine with me too”. I’m thrilled to fight tonight – at least a few moments of fun and possible glory, or potential humiliation…. I wasn’t expecting a fight, so I wore white shorts…… they are going to get stained with blood, the question is: hers, mine, or both? And white sneakers too…..Me and my new opponent, after exchanging names, move to claim the fight square. I’m thinking, dam, she looks like a tough nut to crack.
• I take off my green t-shirt imprinted with “Fighting Irish Lass”, revealing my 38D boobs with wide pinkish areolas and taught nipples. Standing at 5ft 7in and weighing 150 lbs, I pop my white mouth guard in place, which I brought in case a fight opportunity arose, and tie my light brown hair back into a pony tail. I also put on tight black wrist bands.
• The new fence looks interesting….so different from ropes ….and if my sharp eyes are correct, it’s splattered with blood in several places! We now have a crowd gathering that begins to close in on two sides of the square. People in the crowd are talking animatedly, and I see one guy obviously taking bets, what odds? and who is favored? That is the problem with fighting in a place like this, you know very little about your opponent.

• Selene — 03/26/2020
I smile as you say, "Let's do it," I wasn't really planning to fight--but a fight's always a fun time. My thoughts are similar to yours--will this be a good fight, or another mismatch, though I know I won't go down as easily as that big lunk. You're bigger, and I see that you move well, thinking "This is going to be good!"
• As your shirt comes off, I admire your firm chest before sliding my white tank top off, revealing my firm 36 C chest--anticipation stiffening my nipples, knowing that it's likely they'll catch some knuckles--ouch. Standing 5'6, and leaner than you at 134 pound, wearing well broken in Levis and red converse hi-tops. My long red hair is in a rough pony tail. I slide on my leather wrist bands and pop in my mouthpiece--never come here without one!
• The fence--smooth so no one gets splinters, but unpainted; the blood does soak in--packed dirt can be hard to get a good foothold on if we want to muscle each other around; only a few clumps of grass have survived numerous fights. Another couple of people that were thinking of claiming the square wait, watching, but I'm focusing in you--how you move, your expression...as I head into the Square.

Karina — 03/26/2020
The crowd’s attention now focuses on the two of us in the centre of the square, waiting for Jake. Jake, is one of the bar tenders, who manages fights and acts as a kind of referee. No fights are allowed without Jake present. At 6 ft 3 in, and about 220 lbs, and steely gray eyes and a shaved head, Jake is a commanding presence, apparently a former U.S. marine. If Jake says stop, you stop, and you don’t throw another punch until he says fight on. He’s not so much a referee, but basically there to make sure nothing gets out of control, and the pub manager doesn’t have to call the coroner.
Jake suddenly appears through the back door of the pub, stands between us, giving us his expectations for a “clean” fight. The usual stuff, no hitting the groin, spitting, biting etc. Through out all of this, I keep my eyes locked on Selene, especially her well developed biceps and shoulders, they look like they can spit out serious punches. Having completed the formality, Jake motions us to shake hands, and then stepping back, he shouts “fight!”

• • Selene — 03/26/2020
I've seen Jake upset once; it wasn't pretty....don't get him upset, ever. When he's not around, occasionally Lynn keeps things sane--always one of them there on fight nights. (Never refer to her as "Big Lynn" or make comments on her being a bit bigger than Jake, unless you want to be the next one in the square with her--which is not a good idea...
• Paying close attention to you; I've heard Jake's spiel before, and he's not the one about to try to punch me out, I shake hands as I note your size--I have no doubt that your punches will hurt. At the command, "Fight," just like in the old days, it starts with us right in front of each other--but I like a little room to move, and to see how you move. On my toes, I step back just a bit, in a classic right hander stance, elbows in tight, head moving erratically side to side, and then take a slight step to my right...it's ON!

Karina — 03/26/2020
I quickly get into my stance, carefully watching Selene’s movements. I start off with my left foot leading, keeping at a diagonal to you, fists in a protective stance, left fist leading and raised a little higher than then right, more or less an orthodox boxing stance. Elbows tucked in to protect my body. Slipping side to side irregularly to make myself harder to hit. I watch Selene’s fists, well developed biceps and powerful shoulders carefully as I move right to match her movements…..She is moving like someone who has been in many fights and looks dangerous, her green eyes sparkling as she keeps careful track of my every movement. As I continue to circle right, I dart in closer, feint a jab to test your reaction, then a straight right aimed at your nose, and then a second straight right aimed at the same target, hoping to take you off guard with the last punch. ….and then backing off a step and a step to my right to keep circling. YT

• Selene — 03/26/2020
Ready--eager...watching your eyes, your movement--the first split second is enough to tell me that you DO know what you're doing, and won't be easy to hit. Hard-looking fists, since I've done a lot more with gloves--but done some without 'em. As you snap the jab at me, I lean back--just a nice little fade so the fist doesn't reach. The straight right is almost mandatory in the "getting to know you" part of a fight. I slip outside it, dropping low and stepping forwards, just as your second right comes in. Slipping past my fist, pain shoots through my face and I see stars as rock hard knuckles slam into my nose, snapping my head back. I paid to get in, and I try to dig a left hook into your rivbs, really digging in..muscles ripple as I slam a left hook up at your face, then duck low as I step to my left...a trickle of blood flowing from my nose....yt

Karina — 03/26/2020
I’m feeling relieved when my second straight right smacks into your nose, but this is short lived as you hook my ribs with your left, getting under as I’m retracting my right, causing me to involuntarily let out a grunt of pain, feeling and counting all four of your knuckles, and knowing I’ll probably have a mark there soon. Thinking, damn, she hits like a sledge hammer…and is so fast, but here comes another left hook, rocketing towards my right jaw, but my arm is retracted now and I duck under your left hook, and as I come up, I fire off a right hook at your lower ribs and i try to trace a jab back at the centre of your face as you duck low and move off left. I move to my left to continue to circle YT

• Selene — 03/26/2020
Landing a good shot's a real rush; the grunt of pain is such a great first note of the music we're making...I can tell by the feel of the punch landing that it'll take a fair amount of work to take you down, though--that's GREAT. Not too many people double up their punches; I should have known that you're used to it when you nailed me with that right. My double punch left my side wide open, and it's my turn to grunt with pain as your fist smashes into my ribs. My tits counce around, but I don't give any ground--though the crowd, both guys and gals, is clearly enjoying the action "Feels like she has a bit in there..." I think as I try to slip outside the jab...
• • Your hard knuckles just slide across my left cheek--hoping to move fast enough, I shift my weight, trying to plant a right hook over your left and into your left eye--then step to my right, popping a double left jab at your face to keep you occupied as I open the distance, at the cost of getting close to the crowd...yt

Karina — 03/26/2020
Feeling great as my hook sinks into your ribs, and even makes my own nipples become taught as I see your firm boobs bounce a little, but my jab hardly grazes your cheek as you step away, and quick as lightening she sends a right hook over my left curving in at my left eye, I twist my head right, taking a massive pop between my left eye and the top of my ear lobe….i see some stars from that blow, I shake my head to clear it,……but I wonder what her knuckles might feel like…but suddenly she slips a jab between my guard, striking me in the mouth, giving me a taste of blood, blood dribbles down my chin, my head snaps back, causing the second jab to fall about ¼ inch short of smacking me again, and instinctively I fire a right cross at your right eye, hoping get it in as you retract your left, before your guard is really set, and then I try to back you into the crowd with a double set of quick jabs aimed at your nose. YT

• • Selene — 03/26/2020
There your jab grazed me is a bit red, scraped up by hard knuckles, and that body punch--WOW. Landing my reply makes up for it, evn if it's not quite in your eye, hoping to start some bruising...perhaps a bit of a cut if I can keep landing, or rock you good...and now both with bloody noses--that happens fast with out gloves......I can feel a bit of bruising on my knuckles where I've hit hard, but it's worth it to hit hard. My guard's not back, so I try to slip the right; it doesn't hit my eye, but cracks off my cheekbone--gonna leave another mark for sure. Going back into the crowd--not good! If someone that bet you is there, it's a sure fire way to gt shoved right into an oncoming punch! (That's normal here!) I brush the first jab aside--the second one catches my moving head just to the left of my slightly bloody nose. I'm leaning to my right--using the rightward weight shift to get behind a left uppercut, trying for the bottom of your chin. My left side has a bright red mark where your right smashed into my ribs, nose a bit bloody--and sort...and several bright red marks decorate my face, where your jab scraped it, where your right got my cheek--the general look of someone who's taken some good shots. Getting really revved up...this is fun--smiling broadly as we exchange punches...yt

Karina — 03/26/2020
Oh yeh, we are rocking now!!! My right cross misses her eye, but grazes her right cheek…..my first jab deflected, damn, but the second one catches to the left of her nose….shame it was not a power punch…..and then comes her left uppercut sailing up between my two fists……heading for my chin…..I lean back a little, but not enough…it scrapes over my chin and hammers my nose….causing a good spurt of blood to fly up chasing after her fist. As her left fist continues an upward projectory, I come again with a double right straight aimed at her smiling mouth, still hoping to knock her into the crowd. My mouth and chin is now covered with blood from your upper, looking like someone out of a Halloween movie, the side of my head beginning to bruise from your right hook, and aching ribs…but I shift from side to side, trying to block your left or right movements, and willing to stand toe to toe to use the crowd to my advantage….yt

Selene — 03/26/2020
"She's REALLY good,"I think...relishing the blood...both been bleeding some, but this is much more noticable...should be dripping enough to start smearing our torsos--or at least splatter good if I can nail her head hard. Trying to slip the first right, but a bit too slow, and your rock hard fist plasters my full lips, slamming my head back, sweat flying--getting my left in position to shove your right upwards, both deflcecting the punch and hopefully making an opening. Chop at your right eye with a hard left hook--then a right strait at your mouth. I need fighting room; cant's stay trapped here. Had to start sooner or later...a wicked grin as I try to dig a right uppercut into the bottom of your firm, delicious-looking left tit...yt

Karina — 03/27/2020
A few beads of sweat have formed on my forehead, and a my body now has a light glistening as well, as I struggle to tame this fiery red head. I also feel a warm damp moisture on my white shorts, realizing it’s blood that has dibbled from my nose, yes….my blood! But my right straight lands on her lips with a nice thump. But she is smart as well as powerful, knocking my second right upwards with her left….she catches on fast, leaving me exposed for a left hook. Again I take an emergency dive under the left hook, but it plows into the top of my hair, ripping a few strands out and dislodging some of the pony tail. And while low and from pure muscle memory, I try to plow a straight right and a left hook into her ribs, but coming back up, fists still too low, she has a straight right waiting to nail my mouth….it was a power punch that snaps my head back, making a noise that can be heard even over this rowdy crowd! With eyes watering, and strands of hair now around the right side of my face, I bring my fists belatedly high, to get a right uppercut into my left tit which explodes in pain as it bounces upwards and then back down…gasping and breathing heavily, I instinctively try a left hook at your right jaw and then pull back several steps to get a short breather, learning that toe to toe with your rock hard body might not be a smart strategy. I reset my guard as I note your wicked grin…..i give a little nod…..yes…payback soon as the underside of my tit begins glowing a crimson red…..yt

• Selene — 03/27/2020
Bleeding some from my mouth and nose--both of us messed up good--this is what a fight should be! Your straight right lands with a solid THUD on my ribs...my torso's really showing the effects of your fists...I catch the hook for my ribs with my elbow--even my arms are getting ugly splotches from your punishing blows. Grinning like a madwoman as your tit flies upwards--feels soooooo sweet--soft flesh yielding to hard knuckles, knowing what it has to feel like...then POW! Your hook cracks into my chin, sweat flying, along with some blood--that one ROCKED me. As you back up, I step to my right and circle, resetting...I give you a big smile and mouth, "Nice one," as I look at you over raised fists...yt

• Karina — 03/27/2020
I smile back…”I’m so glad you appreciate fine work”…..as you step right and do likewise to get keep the circle going. Fists up and elbows tucked in, I step a little closer, ready to slip left or right depending on what you might throw……I now notice a giant woman watching the fight….shouting….”flatten her right tit this time Selene!”... So obnoxious….Selene gives a slight glance at this lady, and I step forward rapidly, throwing out a right uppercut just below Selene’s navel, and then trying to throw my left arm around the right side of her neck to hold her in a headlock….a risky move but well worth taking if I can get a hold of her…….yt

• Selene — 03/27/2020
"You're good," I reply as we circle...plenty of people are shouting obnoxious things, but Lynn's voice carries, and her penetrating yell gets a smile--and a reminder of what happened to mine when I flattened one of hers. My G'F's yell was at a bad time, and Big Lynn's yells can distract anyone; your uppercut thuds into my gut, forcing a grunt of pain from my lungs. Your arm snakes around the back of my neck..my right arm's behind you as our sweaty bodies collide...I grab your left wrist with my left hand, trying to prevent you from getting your arm tight enough to hold me in place. struggling to get loose--the crowd is getting more raucous, loving the mayhem...yt

• Karina — 03/27/2020
That big lady can shout anytime I think, as it gets Selene’s attention away from me, and allows me to give a nice right uppercut into her belly…..i get my left arm around the back of her head, but she catches my wrist with her left hand, and prevents me from closing my arm in a headlock. I try a quick punch with my right fist at her right tit, but I have to cross over my body to do it, and can’t get any power in the shot, I try this a few times in rapid succession, maybe it has an additive effect, I doubt it, its probably more of a turn on then anything, in frustration, I swing my body around in front of her, pulling her in tight in a clinch, my taught bullet like nipples pressing firmly into hers, my left arm still behind her neck and I give her a little right hook into her side ribs, but again, the range is too close……YT….

• Selene — 03/27/2020
Straining to keep you from getting the headlock--last time I was in one, it ended poorly--but then, it was Big Lynn that had me in it...still. I moan as your fist smacks my tit, sinking into soft flesh, lifting it up some--just an arm punch, but you've got some strength in that arm-- hard enough to hurt, yet light enough to be a real turn on even as they turn my breast red...this'll hurt more later. Chest to chest--too close for hard punching, but the crowd loves it, Jake leaning in close to get a good view...trying to pop my left fist into your eye--can't get my body behind it, but even arm punches there should do some good. The big girl in the crowd is still out-yelling the crowd as she bellows, "Fight out, Selene!"
• yt

Karina — 03/27/2020
I feel your left hand release my left wrist and suddenly I get a pop in the right eye….it hurts as you got it in good, and damn, even this little pop didn’t have a lot of power, its going to give me a shiner…something I’ve tried to avoid the entire fight…..fuck!...but now that my left wrist is released, I pull my left arm back from around your neck, and placing my palm on your chest just above your right tit, in a rather sensual move, I quickly push you back to create some space and swing my right fist upwards at your chin, hoping to land an uppercut…..yt

Selene — 03/27/2020
Grinning as I nail your eye--gotta leave a trademark behind...still, no more than a shiner...not going to do much unless I can work it some...ready to duck when you pull your left arm free...relieved that your left fist doesn't instantly dig into me...as you shove, I instinctively try to brace myself, but you hove me back a step. "Watch out for her..." is bellowed out, just as your right smashes into my chin. That rung the bell; I stagger back, hands a bit low for a second as I try to open up some room...getting my hands back up...can't give the big girl the look she deservs as she finishes yelling "uppercut." I recover fast, but getting clear has left me closer to the fence than I'd like... "Bring it," I mouth, slowing down from the blistering pace and the effects of your punches, blood dripping--body slick with sweat and some of our blood after the clinch, bruised fists raised as the crowd yells, cries like "Knock her flat" ringing out--they don't care who bets beat up, as long as someone does--or they collect on their bests. First blood, you got--first knockdown's still undetermined.

• Karina — 03/27/2020
I let out a grin the moment my right fist pounds into your chin, snapping your head back, and seeing you stagger backwards was pure joy......thinking…..fight over….but then the sinking feeling I have when your fists come back up is indescribable……I raise my own fists knowing the fight isn’t over…and notice for the first time how red and painful my knuckles are, I move forward quickly, she’s protecting her head well…little does she know that I’m hunting for softer targets....... I fire off a right hook hoping to catch the side of your mighty left bicep….and then a jab at your solar plexus, trying to back you towards the fence……yt

Selene — 03/27/2020
As you grin, there's a moment of time--I shoot the big girl a sharp glance, thinking, "We're gonna have a few words later..." The hook catches my bicep--that'll hurt my power a bit--more and I might be in trouble. I manage to shift a little, the left doesn't quite hit my solar plexus to end the fight--but close enough to elicit a real grimace of pain. Flat footed, my knuckles sore enough tht softer targets do have their appeal, I try a left hook into the side of your sweat-slicked right tit--not with the thunderous power I started with, but some decent power--trying to fill Big Lynn's request to flatten your right tit--then a right hook at the side of your right tit--hoping to slam it sideways and follow through into the left...yt

Karina — 03/27/2020
I score a hit on Selene’s bicep…but not enough to stop her power punching, and then a jab that misses that small and elusive SP target because of her jigging about…..but then she comes after me, a left hook slamming into the side of my right tit, making it wobble and rotate left, and then a right hook into the side of the other tit….tit boxing at its best! I let out a gasp from the pain, and I try to come up and under her last right hook with a left uppercut at the base of her right tit and then follow up with a right straight at the big bulls eye presented as her left nipple, hopping to flatten it. Clearly neither of us have much knuckle left for harder targets……or do we…..yt

• • Selene — 03/28/2020
I've been feeling like I've been on the back foot for most of the fight, been rocked good several times, and the last time, a few more hammering punches to my chin might have done the job and put me down and really feeling the effects of those hammers you call "fists," breathing hard--you've HURT me. Grinning wildly as my knuckles dig into your firm tits--that's going to leave a heck of a mark, I think...and feels sooooo good to hit...but there's more than that...
When you're losing a fight, you take chances, make some sacrifices...not really trying to protect my tits as your left sinks in--feels like your're tearing my tit clean off--knowing it's coming doesn't make the agony any less severe, or stop me from tearing up. As you launch your right, I'm slamming a left hook over your right, trying to hit your eye again--this time with a power shot, fist twisting when it connects. Your right hits the bull's eye, sinking deep into my firm tit, bringing a gasp--almost a yelp--of pain---two perfect shots into my tits; I'll be feeling this for a long time.
• Hoping that letting you punch me THERE was worth the agony, I follow my left with a right hook--almost an overhand, trying to target your chin, knowing that this'll hurt my bruised knuckles...determined to turn the fight my way...yt

• Karina — 03/28/2020
I’m feeling a little relief on my knuckles as my left plows into the soft tissue of her left girl, knowing that I’m hurting her more than me. Thinking what an amazing woman this, I’ve never fought anyone who can take punches like this. Instinctively I plow my right into her bulls eye on her tit, but my reflexes are slowing because suddenly a left hook sails over my right, and like a heat seeking missile it explodes in my right eye…….my head is twisted left violently…..into the path of a right hook that connects to my chin with a sickening thud. My vision blurs and suddenly my legs go wobbly…..and I feel myself drop like a sack of potatoes, winding up on hands and knees on the ground…..looking up at Selene….fists still raised and an evil grin on her face. She really SET me up good.
• I need a moment…..i’m not KO’d….yet….and I’ve not submitted….but damn….i feel like shit……..i see through blurred vision Jake giving Selene a little hand wave to back off, to see if I’m going to get up. I give it a few seconds, and as my blurred vision clears, I stagger to my feet. I can feel the tissue around my eye beginning to swell, and she also cut me above and to the right of my eye, so blood coming down over the side of my face. But I’m going to fight on, she must be hurting too! I bring up my guard, and give her a little motion with my fingers to bring it! YT

Selene — 03/28/2020
My tits are THROBBONG; she got them good, but it was worth it. GODDESS it hurts as I slam your hard head with my bruised knuckles, but feels fantastic...sometimes you have to accept a lot of hurt to dish it out. I knew that, if you'd gone for my chin instead of retaliating, I might have been the one on the ground. Giving you a bit of room, admiring the view--the blood on my knuckles is mostly yours, but my fists are bruised up good. On your hands and knees, I KNOW that it's not over--I concentrate on taking nice controlled breaths, not the gasping that doesn't help when you've been beat about the body, getting some wind back--or trying to.

• Selene — 03/28/2020
The "Obnoxious woman," as you put it, yells, "That's the way, Li'l Red;" a nickname only Lynn can get away with. I watch carefully as you get up, while Jake bellows, "First knockdown--Selene!" and money changes hands, just as it did with first blood. When Jake moves aside, I grin as you wave me in--my body covered with sweat and blood, my jeans spattered--the crowd is loving this. Both of us tired, both hurt--no dancing for me anymore...I move towards you--head moving--I know that you're hurt--but VERY dangerous--I fake a left jab at your sore eye, then rip a left hook at your floating ribs, getting it back quick--right elbow glued to my side to protect my ribs, hand ready to block. This is GREAT!

• Karina — 03/28/2020
I involuntarily jump when that big lady bellows support for my opponent, my back is now to the crowd….i’m going to keep away from her….she’s probably one of her hillbilly cousins. And oh god, here comes “Li'l Red” herself thinking she’s going to finish me off! Her left moves a little up, so I prepare to defend my eye, but instead she sends a hook into my ribs with a might CRACK…it hurts...i won't take too many more of those……and I try to return a straight right over her left arm at her left eye…..and throwing caution to the wind, charge forward with a left hook at the side of her right bulging bicep and a second straight right at her left eye – expending energy reserves at an alarming rate….yt

• Selene — 03/28/2020
Blasting your ribs--not as hard a target for my bleeding knuckles as your head is, but still--oucch! My hands are going to be swollen for days...but then, so is the rest of me. Lynn's yells encourage me--but at the same time, I know that she doesn't mind seeing me beat up, so long as it's a good fight. Not moving anywhere near as fast as I was a moment ago, your right slams into my eye with a painful CRACK, slamming my head back--both of us gonna have shiners when this is over. That much power, the punch hitting clean, can feel the swelling already. Fist and muscle meet as you slug my bicep again, the bruise there growing--that can sap some of my power...then POW! Another right in my eye--that does some real hurt, snapping my head back again--eyes a bit glassy, but I'm stubborn. In mere seconds, my left eye is swollen almost closed. Planting my feet--no more dancing, no more finesse--a maniac grin on my face--I step right up to you, launching e left uppercut, trying to plow between your breasts and catch your chin, and follow with a right hook for the side of your breast--hoping to hit the side near the nipple, so the follow through can scrape my knuckles over your right nipple--slowing down, a lot less snap to my punches...not much left in the tank, and that's obvious. YT

• Karina — 03/28/2020
OMG…..nothing seems to stop this woman….”are you on steroids?” I mutter. Her tits swing violently as she steps in close, and the look on her face makes me back up a couple of steps with Selene in hot pursuit. A left uppercut is launched, clearly intended for my chin, but I slip left, so that rather than going between my tits, it lands into the base of my right tit that then wobbles and bounces up and down, the nipple still taught and giving a salute. I dip a bit to return a low right uppercut of my own just under your navel, and just barely above the button of your jeans…..but then your right hook lands into my left tit and scrapes across my right nipple, still in full attention and saluting……two for the price of one….realizing I’m getting close to Big Lynne and need to try to back you up, I send out a second uppercut at the same spot, just below your navel…..YT

• Selene — 03/28/2020
I'd hoped to drop you with the uppercut--but another titshot's always nice--your tits are looking good...and we're both really turned on--so is a lot of the crowd--they don't get to see fights this rough that often. I grin evilly as I get "Two for the price of one;" those grazing punches HURT--sometimes more than the ones that sink deep. The grin goes away as your right uppercut sinks in deep; I fold over your fist with a pained gasp, some bloody spit acompaning the blast of air. My hands are low as your second punch drives into my gut..a gasp of pain as it feels like you're punching through my body into my spine..I want to get my hands up, move, but my body won't obey me...manage to stop staggering back before I hit the wood fence...hands at tit level, left eye closed, an ugly mass of purple swelling; tits on fire, face and body covered with bruises, sweat, and blood from us both, bleeding from my nose and lips..both of us looking like rejects from a horror film, yet a smile lights up my face yt

• Karina — 03/28/2020
I’m now running on empty, and my knuckles are like bald tires – no tread left…..my right eye is now swollen badly, with limited vision and blood is caked on the right side of my face from the cut you opened near my eye with your left hook……and my tits have multiple bruised spots where your knuckles have done their pounding and scrapping – in fact both nipples are no longer a light pink, but a crimson red. Your back to the wall, my last chance…I charge forward, feint a jab at your right eye, hopping to get your guard raised, and then another go at that wonderful lower belly, dipping to send a left uppercut again just below your navel, and as I come back up, a right cork screw punch hoping to evade your guard and find that so elusive solar plexus….the centre of the universe……..YT

Selene — 03/28/2020
If you're on empty, I'm not only empty, but the fumes I've been running on are gone. Wheezing as I struggle to get anough breath, I try to get my hand up to block your jab...your knuckles sink into the same spot you've hit so many times...almost no resistance, as I fold completely over your fist, eyes bulging, and fall back into the fence with a resounding crash. What guard--your right slams into the sweet spot...a gasp of raw pain escapes along with what little breath I have left...weakly throwing my right arm over your shoulder, trying not to slide down the fence...but my legs won't support me--sinking to my knees, face smearing blood across your front, then falling onto my side, curled up, dripping blood from my nose and mouth, one eye closed, tits bouncing painfully from the fall, swollen, beyond a bright red--more of a blotchy purple like my face, nipples STIFF, my red hair plastered to my body, jeans spotted with blood--even my red Converse have some bloodstains....yt

• kateintense — 03/28/2020
wow this is great! just read up to here. honestly, my thought was 'we gotta get something like this into the mafia gym....but we don't need two I think....an exciting fight! and so well written!
• exciting, totally
I don’t believe she has dropped……is she going to get up? I stand over you momentarily fists still raised, looking down over my tits at you…..but what you see is my white tight fitting shorts splattered with blood, and blood covering the front of my chest, tits wobbling back and forth as my legs shake, ready to collapse down…..nipples hard…….i look over at big Lynn….shouting something that I can’t register…..my ears beginning to ring….i look at jake….is it over? In his low calm voice, he says, “I guess this is over”……..i drop to my knees, knowing I could not have taken another punch…..i move my left hand with swollen knuckles and place it lightly on your breast, “Selene….you ok?” YT

• Selene — 03/29/2020
I moan softly, wondering what happened--well, I know what happened...but I'm a wreck. Your hand THERE brings a weak smile to my face..."Goddess, you're good..." I whisper around the gasps of air as I try to catch my breath...as the adrennalin fades, every ache and bruise starts to be felt--which means evry inch of my body above the waist is one raw mass of pain..yt

Karina — 03/30/2020
I feel many emotions, glad that I was the last one standing, but at the same time I feel that this read head beat the CRAP out of me, and that I was so close to being the one who went down first. It’s going to take a couple of weeks before I look and feel normal again. This was so close, clearly we are going to have to have another go at each other to really prove who is superior, and I would really enjoy taking on this scrappy gal again for a rematch – I imagine the pub owner might even double the prize next time to get us back in here. I begin to stand, and look at the crowd…oh OMG….did that gigantic woman just a wink at me?

• Selene — 03/31/2020
Gasping for breath as the agony from the solar plexus punch subsides--but the raw pain from the rest of the bruising will be with me for a long time. I say, "Gotta do this again sometime--you're GOOD, and FUN." I take another moment to assess if I can do it--with one hand on the fence, I HEAVE myself to me feet. I look at the big woman and say, "Teasing my opponents again?"

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