Female Boxing Federation

Scenario: Lady Penelope Smyth-Jones is Countess of Sarum and comes from an ancient and honourable family which are distant cousins to His Majesty the King. She lives in a rambling Georgian era mansion that was last renovated during the Edwardian era. She is rich in heritage and land, but often has a cash flow problem, so she decided to sell off a tract of land that would bring her financial situation in order. No longer would she suffer the indignity of having to sell tickets to crass American tourists to take tours of her stately home and its grounds. The Countess's nearest neighbour is a buxom woman from East London, named Amelia Coors, married to a crass American businessman, that makes some kind of tasteless American beer. In contrast to the Countess, their American pedigree was bought online, they live in a modern vulgar mansion, and their wealth is almost infinite. Penelope and Amelia never really hit it off, and what brought things to nearly fisticuffs was that a firm owned by the Coors bought the tract of land that Penelope was selling for a fraction of the asking price and then decided that they would build an amusement park! The two women nearly squared off in the boxing ring that very day, but instead, decided to settle things with a proxy boxing match. They would each hire a fighter to represent them in the ring. The venue is a makeshift ring located in London's East end in a deserted warehouse owned by the Coors. They both have invited their special friends to come and watch the bout and to place bets on the outcome.

Emily_Stanly: On the night of the fight, the Countess of Sarum steps between two ropes held up by the referee to enter the ring and warmly welcomes her special friends that have come to watch the fight. She complains sharply about the indignity of having a crass American as a neighbour, and that her fighter was specially chosen to put an end to her neighbours bloviating dribble. "So, without further delay, my fighter is the very well-known boxer, Emily Stanly! She weighs in at a fighting 140 lbs and stands 5 ft 8 in tall and is 42 years young!"

Emily_Stanly: After the introduction, I move towards the ring, wearing a black halter top, some short red boxing trunks, black boxing boots, a black gum shield and my hands wrapped with red gauze and tape and red wrist protectors. My blonde hair bond, and a light coating of Vaseline on my face, I'm ready for action. This fight is worth 2 grand to me if I win it, don't really want to know what the other women is getting paid, it's just not relevant. At least we have the NHS in the UK, so no need to invest in medical insurance, not that I plan to get hurt.

Lady_Darcy: I have been waiting out back for a little while, watching some of the "punters" making their way into the warehouse. They look nervous, they are not sure what is going to happen, I smile confidently as they pass by me. I am an experienced underground fighter, I run my own club but tonight I'm a mercenary for hire. I got a call from this Amelia woman and could not believe what she was offering, 20 grand for one fight, as long as I win of course, nada if I get my ass whupped. But still, how could I turn down that sort of money, and when she told me who I'd be fighting, I fancied my chances. I grin again at the punters as they are filing into the dank, dark, warehouse. I look over and see Amelia coming towards me. Amelia Coors, wife of the American beer billionaire, she's a... big... woman, and... loud.

Lady_Darcy: I can understand how her neighbours are upset by her, but then again, I know the neighbour, Penny Smyth-Jones, and that bitch would be upset by anyone. Amelia looks at me, "You ready luv?" I nod yes at her and smirk a confident grin, "Yeah, I'm ready." Amelia continues, "Now there's a lot riding on this, and I 'eard you wuz tough, tough enough to take care of this Emily bitch, that right?" I smile politely at Amelia, "Yeah, that's right, Emily Stanly has been making a name for herself on the pro-circuit, winning some big fights, but this... is different". Amelia snorts her reply, "You bet it's different luv, I'm betting a lot on this, that stuck up cow, Penny Smyth-Jones, has been looking down 'er nose at me for way too long. Tonight I want 'er, and 'er snooty chums, to lose their knickers on this fight, you know what I mean?" I look at Amelia and nod, "Oh yeah, I know what you mean. That Penny Smyth-Jones is not just a bitch, she's a grass!" Amelia looks confused, so I continue. "She got me kicked out of Roedean when we were both in the sixth form, grassed me up for going into town to party, I'll happily give this Emily Stanly a beating if it brings down Penny Smyth-Jones." I smile at Amelia, and then quickly add, "And for 20 thousand of course..." Amelia smiles back, "Of course." She pauses for a moment and then says, "You wait 'ere a moment luv, until I call you out, okay?" I nod my agreement. Watching through the curtains I can see Amelia striding out towards the, somewhat dilapidated, ring set up in the warehouse, where Penny Smyth-Jones and Emily Stanly are waiting in the middle of the ring.

Lady_Darcy: Amelia climbs up onto the apron and through the ropes, not an easy thing for a woman of her proportions, but when it comes to making noise in the middle of the ring, she has no problem. "... 'Ello Penny luv, is this ya gal then?..." she gestures at Emily, "Looks like ya got ya-self a tough old bitch there, eh?... How's about we make this a bit more interesting eh?..." Amelia looks around the crowd who are now silent, wondering what she is up to, then she continues. "I don't just want ya money luv... I WANT YA 'OUSE!!... you fink ya got ya-self a winner 'ere... (gestures at Emily)... then ya put that mansion of yours on it!..." As Penny Smyth-Jones glares at Amelia, thinking hard about whether she will accept, Amelia continues. "Now maybe ya think I'm out to do ya, that I got some ringer, I'm gonna call out Claressa Shields or sum-thin... so I'll put my cards on the table and call out my gal... I think ya know 'er... ya wuz at school together..." Amelia looks at the crowd... "Ladies and Gentlemen... (she snorts derisively after saying that)... Please welcome to the ring, at 5'4", 170lbs,... LADY... NICOLA... DARCY!!..."

Lady_Darcy: I take my cue and jog out to the ring, dressed in my blue high waist bikini, white boots, with black take on my hands. I climb onto the apron and through the ropes, a lot more gracefully than Amelia did and make my way to ring centre, going face to face with Emily. Amelia looks at me and then at Emily and Penny Smyth-Jones, "What ya think Penny luv? Fancy ya chances?"... Amelia looks at Emily "What's ya girl think then?"...

Emily_Stanly: I'm listing to Amelia speak, a smirk on my face as I try to understand her accent. Also totally amused by the spectacle of "Lady" Nicola Darcy's entrance to the ring, and her kind of pro-wrestling like attire. I realise that I've seen her in pro-wrestling bouts, but we all know pro-wrestling is all staged and fake entertainment. Finally, Amelia asks for my opinion, so I give it, full throttle. "I thought this was going to be a serious bareknuckle boxing match, but instead you decided you would bring a fluffy clown." I give a big smirk at Nicola. "Look, your gal outweighs me, but 20 lbs of silicone is not an asset, at least not in a boxing match, so I say Lady Penny can bet anything she wants" "Amelia, what are you going to put up? It needs to be something of proportional value? Yes? Time to put up or shut up my dear!" I now place my wrapped fists on my hips and wait for Amelia or the creature she brought with her to respond.

Lady_Darcy: I chortle a little as Emily describes me as a "fluffy clown", I am quite happy to be underestimated. Then she starts on my assets, "20lbs of silicone are not an asset, at least not in a boxing match" she snipes. I raise an eyebrow and look thoughtful, quietly thinking to myself that as assets go in a boxing match, they've obviously got your attention Emily, and you keep watching them while I punch you in the face. I smile at Emily as she continues her rant, now railing at Amelia to "put up or shut up". I turn my head and look at Amelia, she is smiling from ear to ear, after that little rant it'll be hard for Penny Smyth-Jones to not back Emily with her house, and in front of all her friends. Amelia responds, "I'll put up my Mayfair apartment, it's worth far more than that pile of rubble Penny calls a mansion."

Lady_Darcy: I look at Penny Smyth-Jones and then back at Emily, "Looks like it's a deal then? If Emily wins then Penny gets herself a Mayfair apartment, but if I win Amelia gets Penny's mansion." I pause for a moment and then look at Emily, "But what do Emily and I get?... Oh yeah, we get paid, but Miss Serious Boxer here thinks I'm just a fluffy clown with big boobs ... and so, when I whip her arse, I want her to show me some... respect... What do you say Emily?" I step up to you, standing in front of you, facing off with my hands on my thick, curvy, hips and my boobs deliberately being pushed into you.

Emily_Stanly: I don't back away when you approach me now, our chests are even pressing together, well, my smaller assets actually getting overwhelmed. "Respect? Me simply listening to a bloviating bovine like you is more respect than you deserve or will ever get. At the end of this fight, my fine fair laydeeee, my respect will be to allow you to moooooo off and re-join your herd back at whatever dairy farm you came from!... So, do you have something you want to put up? Time to put up or shut up as well Nicola, because my fists are getting impatient luv!"

Lady_Darcy: I look up at you as I press into you, you're a good 4" taller than me, and you are really confident that you're going to beat me. My, you are laying it on thick with the "cow" insults, now you come to the same end as you did with Amelia "Put up or shut up". I smile at you, "Well sweetie,... if I win... I want your contract to fight at my club... you've got a big mouth, and a big ego, but I've seen you fight and... you're not bad... a lot of the crowd who come to my club like the... (smiles)... more mature woman like you..."

Emily_Stanly: I let my blue eyes bore into your eyes for a few moments before responding. "And when I win Nicola, what do I get? I want a new Audi. And let's take it a step further, the loser has to publish an article in the paper describing how they got their ass beaten. Is this a deal Nicola? I accept your proposal; do you accept mine? Are you confident enough and woman enough to accept? Think about for a moment, think really hard about whether you really think you can beat me..."

Lady_Darcy: I pause for about 1 millisecond to think and then, with a confident grin, "I accept". I turn my head and look at Amelia and Penny, "Well we all now know where we stand, don't we?... At least for the moment that is, shall we get started then?"... I look around to see if there is a referee... then look back at Amelia, Penny, and then you... "Last woman standing rules... no rounds... fight only stops when one woman can't beat a 10 count..." I look at you for a sign of acknowledgement...

Emily_Stanly: I give you a smirk, as if to say this is a forgone conclusion. "Shall we step up to the scratch line then?" I move to the centre of the ring and place my left foot on the line nearest me, and take a glance around, the audience have eager and keen faces for the action to begin, and they have been placing bets on the fight for a while now. Not just who will win, but who will get knocked down first, who will land the first punch, and so forth. I look at you carefully, and then raise my fists in an orthodox boxing stance, left fist leading, right fist tucked in reserve near my chin, and my elbows tucked in tight. And then I look you over head to toe...

Lady_Darcy: I watch you step up to the scratch line, your swagger betrays your confidence, you take up your stance. I look around to Amelia and wave my hand at her, for a moment she looks confused then realises what I want and fishes in her cleavage and pulls out my gum shield and hands it to me. I look at it quizzically for a moment and wonder if I should get it washed, but then decide to get on with things. I put the gum shield in my mouth and make my way to my side of the scratch line where I take up my southpaw stance. Leading with my right fist and leg, my left fist up near my chin, my guard is much looser than yours, and my stance is slightly crouched, my head ducked down, clearly indicating that I intend to fight low. I look up at you with my eyes, watching you carefully for any tells and wait for the bell...

Emily_Stanly: I watch and the roll my eyes as Amelia provides you your mouth guard. As I wait for the ref to signal for the bell, I decide to make some small talk with you. "Would you prefer the damage done on the left or right side of your face luv? Or perhaps equally distributed? Hmmm? How about it NiCoLaaaw?? Then I see you take up your stance, I hate southpaw, it always confuses me! And then you go into a lowered stance, exaggerating the height difference. But you have a looser guard then I do, and a thought crosses my mind. The ref waves his hand, and then DING! And it's on! I don't try to circle at all, I just bounce straight across the scratch lines, and try to lob a fast moving straight left towards your right eye, wanting to try my chances with that looser guard. And then try to back away, bobbing erratically from side to side and bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet.

Lady_Darcy: I am watching you carefully and notice you moving forward as the bell rings, not what I expected, I thought you would dance away to look to hit me from distance... Your unexpected movement triggers me to duck my head to my left to dodge your straight left. As you start to move away after sending the straight left, I spin around to my right, sending a left hook at your right ribs as you are backing away. Keeping low I quickly follow you as you start backing away, looking to keep the distance between us short so I can get in under your guard and attack your body...

Emily_Stanly: I seem to have telegraphed my punch, as you slip your head to your left, and my fist just goes over your right shoulder. You come around fast to your right, swinging a left hook at my ribs, but it does not do much damage because I'm pulling away from you, but you do get the first punch in. You seem to be wanting to stay in close, so I circle to my right, and then come back at you, a right and left combo of straight punches, hopping to go between your fists and strike your solar plexus, and then I retreat and circle right again. I don't want you anywhere near me right now.

Lady_Darcy: My left hook smacks into your ribs as you back away, you don't seem perturbed by it, but it gives the crowd something to murmur about, surprised to see me getting the first blow in. After throwing the left I pull my guard up and skip forward after you, leading with my right leg, keeping my head down, closing the distance between us, looking for a chance to unload another shot at your body. You counter by circling away from me to your right, I follow you, still with my guard up, moving at a fast-walking pace. But you are moving quicker than me and the gap between us starts to grow, then suddenly you stop backing off and step towards me, dropping down and sending a straight right down through the middle of my guard into my belly...

Your right smacks into my belly, digging in, making ripples in the flesh... I let out a grunt as the blow halts my forward movement, making me double over slightly, as you pull your right back I break my guard and counter punch with a right hook towards your jaw, but it is too late and you have stepped back, it swishes through the air and leaves me open for you to step in and send a left into my belly... causing me to let out a much louder grunt... I stumble for a moment, but again I counter punch by breaking the guard around my head and sending out another right hook at your jaw as you back away... a little red faced now in response to your two belly shots, but I still follow you as you back away, guard up to protect my head... hunting after you, looking to close the distance between us...

Emily_Stanly: I'm moving faster than you, and I realise that this could become a problem later on in the fight, but can't worry about this now, I need to keep you at bay. You are definitely stronger, and faster, than what I gave you credit for, at least when you want to move fast. My straight right sinks into your belly and I look at your face for a reaction, and I can feel your hot breath come towards me as you grunt .....my first punch, and hopefully not my last of the night, and then my left straight lands in your gut as well, intercepting a hook before it can be fully launched, and also eliciting another, louder grunt. "Justa taste!" I hiss. Now the crowd is seeing some boxing as opposed to just a slug fest. I stop my backward movement, as I sense you are going to throw a punch, and you do, a nasty right hook at my head, and I stop moving backwards, simply weave under your hook, and then try to hammer your side ribs with a quick counter of a right straight, trying to go under your right arm as your hook goes over my head. Then I step back quickly again and circle to my right to keep some distance to us. I figure I will now create confusion in your head, is she going to run or stand and fight?

Lady_Darcy: As I throw the right hook up at your jaw you duck down and my punch swishes over your head, the momentum of my blow sending me twisting to my left, leaving the right side of my thick body exposed to a straight right that slams into the side of my thick, rounded, belly... again I let out a loud grunt, this time the sound echoes with more pain than before... I may be thick around the middle but 3 hard shots in quick succession and I am feeling it... fortunately for me you decide to back away and start circling to your right... I straighten up, breathing heavily, my legs giving a gentle shake as I fight off the pain... again I get my guard up and get my legs in my southpaw stance, duck my head down and start to advance after you... not so quickly now, more cautiously... I can hear Amelia bawling out at ringside... "Come on Nicola... HIT HER!!..."... I gulp some air as I follow you, thinking to myself that Amelia should realize that hitting you is what I am trying to do...

Emily_Stanly: I smirk as Amelia shouts out for my opponent to hit me. This fight is moving fast, as bareknuckle boxing tends to be faster, no big 8 oz gloves to slow down the movements of the fists, and also nothing to really hide behind either. I hear Penny calmly shout out...."Go for the KILL Emily, let's end this early! Take her down girl!" Hmm... if she wants a quick kill, better if she does it herself, I think... this gal is sturdy and it's going to take a lot of blows to bring her down. You're following me, and I keep trying to keep the distance between us. That's ok, I want some contact, like within my range but outside of yours... hehe. I'm now looking for an opening, and don't see much with your head ducked down. If I had gloves on, it would be easier to create an opening, but let's see what I can do. Suddenly I weave low, and try a quick shovel hook punch towards your liver area, trying to sneak it in under your elbows, and follow this up with up with a right straight at your chin, hoping to strike fast enough to slip my fist between your fists, and then weave low to try to avoid a counter punch, and when I'm low, I try a left uppercut towards your right side ribs, and finally try to slide off to my left to start to circle behind you.

Lady_Darcy: As I come forward you keep moving away, just as you did before, and then suddenly you dart forward, just as you did before... I immediately guard up and protect my head, just as I did before...

... and just as before you drop low and go for my belly with a hook... but this time I am better prepared, tensing my stomach, it hurts but no so bad that I can't counter quickly... hooking my right out of my guard and down at the left side of your head while you are still low... you've moved into my arc and I want to mix it up with you, sure I'll eat more punches, but now it's time for you to discover that the "fluffy clown" packs a punch... you fire a right at my chin, I dodge my head to my right and twist it, taking the punch as a glancing blow on the left side of my head, then as I straighten up I send a right hook at the left side of your head.... you send in a shovelling left uppercut into my right ribs... I grunt, but again, while you're low I send another right hook, over your left arm at the left side of your head...

and then, expecting you'll do the same as before and circle away I step forward to intercept you before you can escape and get your guard fully up... I now drop down and send a right hook at your left ribs, followed by a left uppercut at your chin, winding up my big body behind the blows, my thick curves, swaying as I throw the punches...

Emily_Stanly: Suddenly all hell breaks loose in the ring. My hook hits your tensed abs, and I know I've struck a solid wall. But a right hook sweeps out and down, going over my out of place left and connecting with my jaw. I see it coming but my left is not at home, and because of my lowered position I can't avoid it, so I roll my face to my right, i.e. roll with the punch to mitigate some of its power. It makes a loud smacking noise and it still FUCKING HURTS.

But I continue my attack with a right straight at your chin, and it becomes only a glancing blow on the left side of your head as you slip the punch. My uppercut smacks solidly into your ribs, but it does not seem to phase your heavier body, as you sweep a second nasty right hook to the side of my head, and déjà vu, for the second time, my left is down, and I take another solid pop to my jaw.

This is turning my face red, and I feel simply foolish getting nailed twice like this in rapid succession. I'm now rising as you are weaving low to send a right hook towards my ribs, but I'm fucking tired of eating your right hooks and drop my left to swat it away. You are blocking my escape, and we are going at it hard. Your powerful left swings up, but I saw you lower the left fist and dip your shoulder, and I lean back from the uppercut, it swishes in front of my face, a blow that would have knocked my fucking head off if it landed. This miss creates a big opportunity and I try to drive a hard right cross towards your right cheek before you can get your guard back in place, and then a left uppercut towards your chin, hoping the cross will push your head up and open up that chin. I've taken two hard bareknuckle hooks to the left side of my face, so I now try to disengage and circle around you moving to my right. The crowd is going nuts at this action, and I'm feeling rattled at this exchange.

Lady_Darcy: In the front row Amelia goes apoplectic as my right smacks into the left side of your head, not once, but twice, each time rocking it to the side.

She elbows Penny Smyth-Jones in the ribs and makes some comment, which clearly annoys the stuck-up bitch. The crowd are loving this toe-to-toe exchange, yelling, and squealing encouragement for us to keep going at it. As am I, this is my sort of unskilled brawl, not the technical punch and move type of boxing you are used to. You're looking for an out, you block my right hook at your ribs, you desperately weave back to avoid my haymaker of a left uppercut. As the momentum from my haymaker carries my thick body to my right, I let out an audible growl of annoyance, if I'd hit you with that, they'd be carrying you out of the ring! But the miss now gives you the opportunity to fight your way to an escape. You pivot and send a right cross at the right side of my head as I straighten up, it catches me flush and my head wobbles, my upper body shakes, but my thick, chubby, sturdy, legs hold firm.

Now you pivot to go for the big left uppercut, there's no way I can weave out of the way, but I clasp my forearms and fists together in front of my face and upper body, ducking my head down behind my forearms and ride the punch as it clatters into my forearms. The impact knocks me backwards a half step and gives you time to try and escape by starting to circle to your right.

In many respects this exchange could be called even, but not in my view, I firmly believe that if it is a straight toe-to-toe swapping of punches then I can punch your lights out, so as I bring my fists and arms down from the defensive I immediately move to my left to cut off your circling and let loose another right hook at the left side of your head. I can see swelling and bruising and I intend to make it worse. After flinging my right hook I pivot my thick body as though I intend to throw a left uppercut, but before I throw the punch I stop and instead flash out a right jab at the left side of your head, my thick body, boobs, belly and ass, violently swaying as I make the sudden change of direction...

Emily_Stanly: My cross nails your cheek pretty good, but my uppercut gets snagged between your forearms... she is a clever and instinctive fist fighter for sure. Boxing someone shorter and considerably heavier than you is always a problem, as they constantly try to move in closer and use your midsection like a heavy punching bag. I realise that you are different, going for a lot of head shots as well, your big hands and knuckles seem to be able to take it, and of course the gauze helps. I can hear the crowd roaring as I move off to the right, and Penelope again shouting "No, no....murder that bitch!". This is now becoming a tougher fight than I had bargained for, as you are an experienced brawler who knows how to throw punches and wants to go toe to toe with a lighter and taller opponent. You cut off my circling by stepping left, anxious to keep the brawl going, and suddenly a right hook comes out towards my head.... Not this time babe, I'm very attentive to your right hooks, you seem to favour those, and it's now a pattern.

My guard is in place, and I bring my left forearm out to parry the hook out to the side, creating an opening.... but it looks like you are going to throw an uppercut with your left, so I try to beat you to the punch and shoot out a right straight towards your nose, just as your jab comes towards my head. I tilt my head to my left, and it becomes a painful glancing blow, scraping along my right ear lobe. I grimace, and give you a nasty look, but I need to back your away, so I counter punch with a quick left hook at the right side of your face,

and seeing your magnificent cleavage bouncing up and down, I then change levels to try to send a right straight towards your solar plexus, hoping to snap it in between your forearms. HA!

Lady_Darcy: You parry my right hook and, as I move to feint a left uppercut, you send a right into my face, catching me hard on my nose, it's a painful blow and blood starts oozing out of my nose.

But I am in full brawler mode, and I just carry on, sending my right in towards the side of your head. It catches the side of your head, only a glancing blow, but the expression on your face shows it hurt. You immediately fire back with a left hook at the side of my head, again I pull my forearms and fists up in tight around my head and take the blow on my arms. I stumble from the impact but survive the blow. Then, just as I am lowering my forearms you strike again, going low, a straight right hard into my belly... I let out a scream as my belly flesh ripples from the impact, my face contorts in pain...

This is the fifth time you have tagged me hard in the belly, I may have a thick, solid, rounded, belly but it can only take so much. I was totally unprepared for this blow, expecting you to back off and circle, not attack, and I am badly winded by it, I stumble backwards, dropping my arms around my belly, my mouth open and gasping for air and fall down onto my fat ass on the canvas...

I sit there gasping for air through my mouth, now realizing that my nose is blocked with the dribble of blood coming from it. As I gasp for air, I look up at you from my position down on the canvas, my face portraying a look that mixes shock and pain.

Emily_Stanly: My right straight lands hard, and I'm surprised more than any at its impact, not realising how many punches you've already taken to the midsection. You fall onto your ass on the canvass, grasping your belly and a bit of blood oozing out of your nose, a sight that brings joy to me. I move over at you quickly, and raise my right fist to try to hammer a blow down at you, but the ref is a woman with a butch looking haircut and built like a pro-wrestler (a friend of Nicola's?) who wraps her arms around me in a bear hug

before I can strike, and swivels me back around, and then pushes me back to a corner...."None of that my dear" she says. Then she returns to you, slowly, and commences a 10 count, giving more than a second between each count......1.....2.....3......

Lady_Darcy: There is a huge GASP from the crowd as I go down onto my ass, which is shortly followed by a cacophony of yelling, some chanting "EMILY!!... EMILY!!... EMILY!!..." in recognition of your putting me down, other screaming for me to "GET UP!!". Above all the noise I can hear Amelia... "GET UP YOU FAT SLAG!!... I'M NOT PAYING YOU TO SIT ON YOUR ARSE!!...". With encouragement like that who wouldn't want to fight on? I look up at the referee as she counts... slowly... 1... 2... 3... I'm no fool, this is not the first time that I have been knocked down in a fight, I know to milk the count for all it is worth... 4... 5... 6... I grab the middle rope with my right hand and pull myself up onto one knee, my head down as I gasp for air, my left arm hugging my painful belly.... 7... 8... 9... I lift myself up off my knee and onto my feet, a little shaky on my legs, but I bring my fists up in front of my face to show the referee that I am carrying on... she gives me a cursory glance over and then steps aside, waving her arm in the air... "FIGHT ON!..." she calls... as quickly as I can I get into my southpaw stance, fists up tight to protect my head, legs braced,... ready for the expected onslaught...

Emily_Stanly: And she is up, ready to take another beating. The crowd seems to be turning in my direction, as they always love seeing a knockdown. I reform my guard and get into my orthodox boxing stance. I know the next few moments could be critically important, as you will be at your weakest. So, I come at you aggressively, wanting to intimidate and beat you up badly. Thinking you might drop your guard, I shoot out a left jab at your midsection, but don't follow through as it is a feint. Instead, I swing out a right hook at your jaw line, and then swing my lowered left up, trying to uppercut that chin of yours, attempting to drive it up through the middle of your guard.

Lady_Darcy: Encouraged by the chanting of the crowd you clearly want to finish the fight and, just as I expected, you rush at me. Now it is my turn to back pedal away, my thick legs skipping from side to side to carry me along the ropes but given the difference in our heights it is a vain effort for me to try and outrun you, especially when I get to the corner of the ring. With nowhere for me to run to now you fire out with your left towards my belly, I immediately hunker down, my fists and forearms protecting my head, bending forward so my elbows protect my belly. The belly shot never comes but your right clatters into my forearms at jaw level, driving me back into the corner, your left uppercut smacks into my forearms squashing my thick body into the corner.

I'm trapped, my guard is up but you can just stand off and pound on it as I crouch under my guard in the corner. Having swung your left uppercut there is a momentary pause and I take my chance, hurling my thick body forward towards you, dropping my guard and spreading my arms out to grab your body in a clinch, burying my face into your chest and squeezing my body tightly into yours. My plan is simple, grasp onto you and then use my wrestling skills to spin you around and throw you down onto your back so I can escape, a totally illegal move in boxing, but this is an unlicensed bareknuckle fight in a warehouse...

Emily_Stanly: I'm feeling good about this fight. You are now in full retreat from me, and you have literally backed yourself into the corner, but I can't get a punch around your guard. I pause for a moment, trying to figure this out, because I don't want to bust my knuckles. If I had of been wearing boxing gloves, I would have just blasted away at you and turned you into fucking burnt toast. This pause creates an opening, and suddenly you are coming at me, wrapping your arms around me, our chests suddenly pushed together, I can feel your assets mushroom around mine, and using your wrestling skills, and your lower centre of gravity, you twist me around and I'm suddenly slammed into the fucking canvass! I gasp for breath and feel disoriented as my back aches. For the moment, I just lie there covering my eyes with my wrapped hands.

Then I hear that butch woman of a referee starting to count........and at the count of 8, I begin to use the ropes to pull myself to standing and then raise my guard, breathing hard and now sweating hard. Feeling a little dizzy after the ride.... and I can now hear Penelope shouting obscenities.... but the ref seems to be deaf....and really, what point is there.

Lady_Darcy: I whip you around and fling you down onto your back on the canvas. I immediately step forward after you, but the referee thrusts out her arm and holds me back. The crowd are in uproar, a clearly illegal move, but the referee takes it all very calmly and starts counting you as you lie on the canvas. Penelope Smyth-Jones is on her feet, screaming obscenities at the referee as she points out it wasn't a knock down. The referee continues, and when they reach 8 you start to get up, raising your guard... I'm not waiting any longer, shoving past the referee's outstretched arm I move in and attack while you are still not properly up on your feet. I fire a right hook towards the left side of your head, and then pivot to a left uppercut aimed at your chin, leaning my thick body behind the blows, looking to drive you back against ropes, where I can go to work on you. The crowd now go into overdrive, screaming and protesting about my tactics, it even looks as if Penelope Smyth-Jones is going to try and climb into the ring to protest!

Emily_Stanly: I'm just getting to my feet, and get my guard raised, but feel a dull ache in my back, so bring my left down to massage it, not expecting anything to happen for the moment. Then you come past the ref, out of nowhere, rushing forward like a mad woman. A right hook comes in out of nowhere, and my left is down, and it just rips into my jaw, twisting my face to the right, and spit sprays out of my mouth, providing you with a refreshing shower. My body flies backwards, and the uppercut just misses because of this backward motion... my jaw is feeling sore now, it's the third right hook I've taken. I crash into the corner turnbuckle, that keeps me from falling. In a kind of stunned stupor, I still have the presence of mind to get my guard up, crouching, forearms protecting my chest, fists over my face, legs now shaking and knees knocking!

Lady_Darcy: You are caught by surprise when I attack before the referee's call and my right hook crashes into your jaw, sending you stumbling backwards into the corner of the ring. My wild left uppercut swishes through the air in front of you as you stumble backwards into the corner. With your back against the corner, you defensively cover up, fists and forearms protecting your face, crouching with your forearms protecting your chest. The crowd are on their feet, many screaming in protest, but some, vociferously lead by Amelia urging me to "GET IN THERE, FINISH HER!!" and that is what I plan to do. Crouched down behind my guard I advance into the corner on my thick, chubby, legs, firmly planting myself in up-close in front of you, my head almost touching your fists in your guard. I drop my left and send a shovelling left hook at your belly, I pull my left back up into the guard and drop my right, a shovelling right hook at your belly. Leaning into you with my thick, heavy, body in order to trap you in the corner I plan to keep you there and deliver alternate mauling hooks at your body and head to demolish you.

Emily_Stanly: I feel like I'm in trouble now, as you follow me into the corner, a cornered animal, but most cornered animals are still dangerous. I tighten my abs as you pound a shovelling left hook into them, and then gasp from the pain o the impact, then you send a right hook into my abs, a mean right hook, with a smirk on your face to go with it. Again I gasp out, and realise you are not going to stop, you will work me over until you break down my abs and force me to collapse on my knees......but you are displaying a left/right pattern of punching....I know I have to box my way out, but that might not work. I can fight dirty too. In anticipation of you dropping your left next, I swing out a big hooking right elbow strike towards your jaw, hoping to go over your left shoulder, and then a quick left knee strike up at your belly, the belly I've been working over earlier. All in an attempt to get out of this fucking mess.

Lady_Darcy: I've got you trapped, pushing you into the corner, squashing you with my heavy body, negating your reach and height advantage, working you with short mauling hooks to wear you down. I am feeling pretty good now, sure my belly still aches, my nose is sore, and even without a mirror I suspect my face is bruising up, but having the upperhand gives me a real boost in my spirit. I thump my right into your body and feel you wincing in pain, a give a small smile, now my left into your body... but no, you've got your right arm free, I grunt as you get your elbow into my face, not sure what you were aiming for, but you catch my nose... and it hurts!... I instinctively pull back a fraction and now you slam your knee up into my belly... I let out a squeal and again instinctively pull back a fraction, dropping my arms to clutch my belly... but then I realize, you are trying to drive me back to escape... you've created a gap... I desperate want to close it and force you back into the corner... I lunge forward with a big right hook at that damaged left side of your head... hoping to catch you and stop your escape...

Emily_Stanly: The gap that I created actually does more harm than good, as it gives you space to lunge forward and drive a right hook into my jaw, the sound of the smack reverberates around the warehouse, my face twists and contorts, and there is a big gasp from the crowd, everyone wondering whether I will drop to the canvass. The ropes that are very close by stop me from falling backwards, and just as it shows in the image, your big fist and arm came in between my guard. My left arm drops unto your back, and then I swing my left arm around your neck, trying to take you in a side headlock, a grappling move that puts me in your arena......if I get you in that headlock with my left arm, I'll use my right fist to try to drive some shovel hook punches up into the centre of your face. You really hurt me bad, and a cut opens over my eyebrow, as your fist, after striking my jaw, continued to move up my face, scraping me with your knuckles.

Lady_Darcy: I launch my thick 170lbs body forward behind the right hook, and the sound it makes when it connects with the left side of your head is shocking, the crowd gasps in horror, all except Amelia who lets out a squeal of delight. The momentum behind the punch sends you falling back to the ropes, but it also sends my doubled over body hurtling after you as I stumble in a bent over position, my shoulder pushing into your belly, my fists down. The ropes are probably the only thing that kept you on your feet, who knows what state of confusion you must be in, but just as I have been fighting on instinct so now you must be just fighting instinctively. As I am bent over you wrap your left arm around my neck... "Wha..." I mumble and try to pull back, but your instinct is to hang on and follow me...

I just hurt you badly and your fighter's instinct is to hurt me back... you smash your right fist up into my face... I scream in agony as your fist smashes into my already injured nose, and blood starts gushing out... I immediately pull my fists in to try and protect my face against your right... it smacks in again, catching me just above my left eye... I start to wriggle to try and get free, you've only got me by one arm,... I try to throw a left hook into your belly but that just leaves a gap for you to again punch me in the left side of my face, just below my left eye... I now put my hands on your belly and shove with my arms to push you off of me. If I can just shove you back a foot or so, then I can throw a couple of wild swings at your head in an effort to hit back and to drive you off...

Emily_Stanly: I'm hanging onto your neck now, for dear life, using my right to damage your face as I punch up some nasty shovel hooks. You use your left to throw a hook into my belly, but I don't care, I just grunt and swing again at your face. If I was trying to wrestle you, I would have locked my right hand on my left wrist to tighten the hold, but that would defeat the purpose. I want to punish your face.

But I can't hold a bigger and stronger woman for long in this position with only one arm, and pull your head out and shove me back, and turn, swinging a couple of wild haymakers at my face. I'm nearly spent, but I lean back, and your wild haymakers just miss. This is now a brawl, and something you might be better at than me. I'm breathing so hard I'm nearly hyperventilating. The crowd is hysterical, they know something big could happen any second. I don't care about the rules anymore. I step forward, swinging a left and right hook combo back your face, not worrying about what you are doing.

Lady_Darcy: I shove you off me and fling my left in a looping hook at you, but you sway out of the way... as I straighten up I swing a right hook, but again you sway out of the way... having broken free I stumble a step to my left, but get my thick, chubby, powerful legs solidly planted... we're up close now, a foot or so apart, we're both now showing the effects of the brutal fight... a massive swelling on the left side of your head, blood running down from the cut above your left eye, you're puffing heavily, sweating and you don't look like you can carry on with all that dancing and moving around you were doing earlier on... which is good because I am incapable of chasing you, the sweat is just dripping off my thick body now, my big 38DD chest heaving up and down as I pant... blood gushing from my nose, from a cut above my left eye and an ugly swelling under my left eye...

this is the final showdown, a slugfest until one of us puts the other down... the crowd is screaming, baying for a knockout,... you make the first move, a left hook hits my head and it wobbles, I don't have much of a defence, certainly not capable of stopping the right hook that follows the left and also makes my head wobble, and my upper body sway, but my powerful legs are solid...

but the effort of the throwing two shots in quick succession is clearly too much for you, you pause... now it's my turn... no sophistication, just sheer power, guts, and determination... I grunt loudly as I swing a big powerful left hook at your belly... simple plan, belly shot doubles you over and then a big right hook into the damaged left side of your head as it drops down...

Emily_Stanly: Neither of us are in good shape, but I'm totally out of juice. This bareknuckle boxing has just sapped my energy and I'm just running on pure flight or fight mode. I no longer have any choice but to try to slug it out with a heavier opponent at close range. My left and right hooks wobble your head around, but they don't drop you. My body is a disaster zone covered with blood, sweat and saliva and I'm in a slug fight with someone that hits hard. I'm no longer able to defend against attacks, and don't see your left hook until it pounds into my gut. I don't tense my abs and it's like a hot knife slicing through butter,

bending me forward into a big right hook that smashes into the side of my head. Things go fuzzy, my knees buckle under me, and I fall face down on the canvas.... moaning.

Lady_Darcy: My big, thick, body sways and wobbles as I throw my two big punches, sweat flying off in a spray... the left digs deep into your belly, your abs may be toned but I'm leaning 170lbs into that punch and the punch folds you over like a piece of paper, dropping your head right into the path of my right hook... some in the crowd gasp, some wince, as the blow lands... two times in quick succession you've taken heavy blows there... and this time the impact sends you falling face first down onto the canvas... I just stand there, puffing, panting, my fists in a very low guard in front of me, as I stare down at you, I'm not completely sure what happened... but the yelling of the crowd and the ecstatic scream of delight from Amelia make me think I may have earned my prize... the referee come over and shows me back, she looks down at you... 1... 2... 3... she starts to count... Penny Smyth-Jones is on her feet at the ring apron, screaming in a distressed state for you to get up... Amelia is almost dancing around the ring, taunting Penny... I stumble towards the ropes and grab the top rope, dropping my head down onto the rope, trying to recover as I hear the referee continuing...

Emily_Stanly: I hear the ref counting, my head aches, my gut aches, and I know I've been beaten up by one tough bitch. I see my prize money evaporating... I give a moan and a sob, I gotta get up....so I place my hands on the canvass, and begin to push myself up, I get onto one knee, the ring is swirling around and I see that 170lbs bareknuckle boxer over at the ropes.... I hear Penelope Smyth-Jones shrill voice......and suddenly I collapse back down on the canvass...

Lady_Darcy: It's pandemonium... Penny Smyth-Jones is up on the ring apron, leaning over the ropes, imploring, begging, pleading,... ordering... in her shrill voice for you to get up... I look over, the referee is continuing... 4... 5... 6... and a look of astonishment crosses my face as I see you... getting up... I can't believe it, a feeling of dread comes over me, I'm going to have to fight on against a bitch who's tough enough to get up from that!... and then, it's too much for you, you collapse down onto the canvas again... I drop my head back down onto the top rope with a sense of relief... thinking to myself... "Come on, count faster... finish it!..."...

Emily_Stanly: The count continues, the ref taking her time, hoping the fight will continue... I hear 7...I put my hand on the left side of my face, and it feels like a wrecking ball hit it. My face is on the canvass, and I smell sweat, tears, blood, saliva and mucous from other fights.....I push my hands on to the canvass....and get to my knees again....and I can see Nicola still over at the ropes, OMG, I'm going to have to fight for her club now....but the ring begins to swirl again....it's all too much......and I fall over onto my side, holding my gut.

Lady_Darcy: I can hear the referee... 7... I think to myself, "Why is it taking so long..." completely ignoring the slow count she gave me earlier on... I look over again and, "Oh God" I think to myself as you are making another attempt to get up... 8... you're on your knees, I can't believe it... I push off the rope, preparing myself for the ordeal of fighting on... 9... Relief, oh relief,... you fall down on your side... 10... OUT!... Which is closely followed by a loud... scream... not Amelia this time, this was a scream of utter horror... I look around and see Penny Smuth-Jones has feinted and fallen off the ring apron... Amelia is, amazingly, tending to her (or maybe rifling her pockets), I look back and see you are again struggling to try and get up... I stumble over to where you are still down on the canvas... the referee tries to hold me back... "No... no... nothing like that..." I say and she lets me pass... I look down at you... "Just remember bitch... you got beat by a... fuffy clown... (I pause for a moment and think)... I mean fluffy clown... and when you are feeling better, come see me about that contract... Now I got to go see that East London slag Amelia about my fee..."

Emily_Stanly: I blink my eyes a few times, as I watch you storm off across and then out of the ring to find Amelia, somewhat amused at watching your curvy bottom bounce as you walk. Gradually, the sharp ache in my belly becomes a dull ache, but head is pounding.... just too many wicked bareknuckle hooks to the side of my face.... Nicola really fucked me up bad, I can only hope her contract pays more than this job did....

Published: 2023-07-24, viewed 59 times.