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Helen The Redhead Redmann

Kay Donovan

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I have had enough. Enough talk, enough with the arguments, enough with the garbage spewing from your mouth. I can deal with tough-talking workmates but you? You crossed a line. And did you poke the bear one too many times... YES! TOO HARD. The fact you think you can come into my office, close the door, and quietly sit in my guest chair, look me in the eye, and think you'd last 5 minutes with me in the ring is simply put? Ridiculous. All your talk about that you have a 'win streak'... Please.. the only people who care about that are those who look for an excuse to NOT fight. I, however, don't care who you fought and the outcome. Why? because none of them were ME. You have little idea of my background, my history, my skills. Well the time for hushed banter is over. When we 'chatted' in my office, I not only proposed we box, I even agreed to go to your seedy little armpit of a gym and have it out, just us, until one of us is out cold. (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Your smile when you accepted clearly gave me the impression you thought you had reeled in the fish to be gutted. When in reality, you just got played. I cannot wait to get in that ring and give you the beating of your life and... oh yeah.... end that so-called 'winning streak', one probably littered with tomato-can fighters who couldn't hold my spit bucket. When I got home that night, I was, in one word, PUMPED. I get my gear and set off to the destination, where my only goal was to give you a proper ass-wuppin' and walk out with.... some new gear and an awesome trophy to boot.

Kay_Donovan: Thunk thunk ... Piff PIFF! the sound of my orange/black 10oz clapping of the heavy bag filled the small mucky gym .. I say that not because of how powerful I was but how little was going on there .. Some girl randomly on a treadmill .. and one other just shadowboxing in the corner keeping herself to herself. I! on the other hand was waiting on my opponent to show up .. And getting myself nicely warmed up on the bag was how I wanted to go about it. Not tiring myself out just getting all the muscles working so they can be firing up on all cylinders... the fact my pale frame was already a glow in a light sheen of sweat had my younger frame looking frankly? Fantastic. I cast my gaze over to the wall clock .. Having already adorned myself in the pre agreed gear I skipped on over to the rickety ring in the corner of the 'gym' gosh I DID love this place .. cheap as anything and hardly anyone came here ..

Kay_Donovan: even the boxing ring was a mess .. coated ina mix of saliva/blood and god knows what else stains ... it's not like anyone was gonna come clean this up really. Knowing you'd be here any minute I made sure to keep limber .. shadow boxing in the middle of the ring as it creaked and groaned under the movement. Wearing my 10oz orange/black mirafit mitts .. low plunging black bottoms .. black adidas boxing boots and matching black everlast mouthguard... everything a girl needs to beat up some uppity old boxing bish. I tossed a glance over to the double doors as I saw you making your way into the small dimly lit gym ...

Kay_Donovan:

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I pull into the dive you apparently call home wondering if my car is even safe here. At this point, I don't care. As I park, I take a deep breath, and... I smile... WIDE. My heart rate pumps and feel the adrenaline as I look in my rear view mirror at what shows. There it is. I get out and grab my gear in back. I take my time walking up to the place that probably should be condemned, but again, I don't care. It's the place where a long, overdue 'debate' has raged, and tonight, it'll be decided. I see the double doors and grab at the handle... *Click*.. okay, it's open. I swing the doors out and lit up, dimly, the aura of the facility is palpable. I take a deep breath and smell the smells I love; old leather, damp, sultry air, and.... YOU... in the ring... the mouth that knows no bounds. In your glory, gloves, bikini bottom and boots, doing it like the guys do. I look at you coldly but with intent. "I'll be out in 5 minutes." and I head to the locker room.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I didn't care about the conditions. This is how it SHOULD be settled. My 5 foot 9 inch 146 pound (75 kg) taut and boxer ready form was already warmed up, but just needed to get the car 'kinks' loosened from the drive. I get on my green bikini, boots, and 10 ounce Green with yellow trim Vali gloves, green and white title boxing boots, and carrying my green title mouthguard, my world is ready for you. I walk out and get to the ring apron, my sweat sheen already a glow from the quikc pre-fight warmup. I see you and smile again, heart racing. I climb through the ropes and look at you... "Oh yeah.... topless" and I taunt you with my voluptuous globes before I remove my top. "Seems I'm not nly a better fighter, but a better LOOKING one." couldn't resist the barb even though you are a stunning one across the ring from me.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann:

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I remove my top and smack my gloves together..... Ready for the action to start.

Kay_Donovan: I was wearing my trademark smirk on my face as you did arrive .. I don't even say anything though.. partially ignoring you as you tell me you'll be out shortly. I continue striding around the ring .. focusing on my footwork in the classic 'fighters X' as you'd expect .. the ring wasn't half noisy though .. squeaking and creaking with every move but honestly it was very much in keeping with the rest of the aesthetic. I rolled my shoulders as you finally made your appearance .. I feel my eyes rolling out of instinct .. i mean who WOULDN'T with that comment... before grinning over at you .. "It's like I'm boxing some uppity garden pea .. " I snicker .. admittedly you looked good... just not QUITE as yummy as I did. You were older .. more experienced .. you even had the height/weight advantage. BUT I had youth .. and the stamina to back it up .. a few ideas rolling through my head at the thought of working this older girl ALL over the threadbare ring.

Kay_Donovan: I felt my body shudder a little before focusing up .. "You know the rules missy .. All the standard stuff .. there's a timer linked to that bell .. it'll ring on it's own after 3 minutes and will reset when it's next hit... " I nod over at the ring bell JUST outside the ropes ....it was looking more official than pretty much anything else in here .. having pestered the gym owner for it she managed to get one from a nearby official boxing gym that had an order mishap .. all the better for us no? "JUST a reminder ...this doesn't finish til one of us is tits up and twitchin!" I giggle .. bouncing on my boots from left to right .. my pale 5'5 - 125lbs - 34c frame jiggling as I do ... finally I lean over .. smacking my mitt against the bell signaling the start of the bout...

Kay_Donovan:

DING DING!!

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: "I know what we agreed upon, mouth, now ring the damn bell." as you giggle like a school girl, the clash of the mallet to the bell inside is a jolt of pleasure when I hear it. The echo of the bell fades and simply put, it's on. No more speculation, no more useless drivel about who's this or that. It's on. My 36d's shake and the freeing feeling as we get ready to clash is enticing. Not the normal feeling, but surely an invigorating one. I'm standing in my standard orthodox stance, bobbing, weaving, moving with the grace of the seasoned amateur fighter I am. 20 plus years of memories and developed skill now delving into a seedy world I rarely experienced, although some of the 'venues' I did fight in were in worse shape than this, smelling of beer and cigarettes, with comments from the drunkards who thought they were being humorous. ON my toes and moving, I circle and look at you to see if I can pick up anyrthing. My left leading, my right loose and distracting as it moves (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: with my head and body shift and movements. I bite down hard on my mouthpiece as I seek the chance to introduce you to my leather-clad fists and begin the education you woefully need.

Kay_Donovan: So here I was back at it! Those familiar butterflies a fluttering .. I found it was fairly normal .. mainly a mix of anxiety/adrenaline all forming into a whirlwind of energy that had me practically giddy... and like most fighters? I used it! Bouncing lightly on my feet as I watched you shifting and switching .. the bell was still ringing out as I brought my guard up into play .. peeking out from over my orange mitts as I watched .. and you watched .. that tentative 'somebody DO something' moment. It's natural to be a little cagey .. considering all the sass and trash talk leading up to this .. I didn't want me streak ending .. you didn't wanna be added to it. YET.. one of those two things was going to happen. ALSO adopting an orthdox stance I moved in .. tossing a swift pair of left jabs towards your face .. just some range finding shots but I wanted to see where you were at .. how quick were you? I'd put good money on it I'd be quicker... but that was to be seen.

Kay_Donovan: As I unloaded the rapidfire lefts towards your face to keep that guard up! I stepped into my right .. swinging my hips as my breasts rolled on my chest .. my stance shift trying to get me to your side swiftly so I can suddenly slip my right out and round .. hooking in towards your now hopefully exposed midsection! squeaking out with effort as I did so .. "Nmmmph!"

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: And just as your personality shows, you have to 'have the first say'. Well this isn't work, and your words have little if any affect on my actions. And your actions will have little if any affect, if I have anything to say about it.... and I do... on the result of this match. As we move, as so so so many do when engaging.... the 'range finders'. A boorish waste of tells in a fighter as you shift and move like you can measure me up. You have seen nothing of my skills displayed, but you choose to serve up some for ME on a silver platter, or a dingy, musty, beautifully aromatic old canvas as it would be. Your doubled lefts do nothing as your range to connect almost a half foot shorter than mine to go with the 20 pounds of muscled physique I also gain on you, the first doesn't come close, whiffing at air. The second; slightly smacks my right glove in position, but not moved in an y significant way up or down. Although the lefts are truthfully very quick, again (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: .. nothing I haven't experienced. You then not shockingly send a followed right after a quick skipstep to your right, my left. The read is easy honestly. You bring the body shot coming for my body, barely covered by anything but my skimpy bottoms, but no worry. I easily lean a bit back on my back foot, pivoting my body slightly right. You connect... congratulations....... to my left forearm and elbow. The smack echoes with certainly, the result, a harmless block, and I... already loaded with my gloves ready to counter lean back in and come under that recoiling right of yours, as I look for paydirt, bringing a swift left hook for your core and reload it, bring it up, and look to pop your right jaw and chin as well with the followup...*Pffft pffft*. Moving swiftly and eying the prize, your demise.

Kay_Donovan: I'm not stupid... I was aware the cards were stacked against me from the get go but it's not much of a streak if I'm turning down legitimate challengers now is it? Height/weight/experience .. it's all in your favor and I HAVE to stick to my strengths else end up becoming some garden pea's punching bag. The double up into hook seemingly more predictable than I'd thought .. allowing you to easily read the move .. I had a feeling it might not land though .. given your experience edge .. my right slamming into the crook of your arm and tanking the hit with ease you were suddenly unloading a left of your own .. my eyes opening wide in shock and I brought my left mitt down to match it .. "Ughnn.." groaning as I .. caught it?! my orange mitt managing to slip into place and block the impact the leather still poured into my pale toned stomach .. what I wasn't expecting with the 'reloaded' upper.

Kay_Donovan: Suddenly I felt my head whipping backwards .. my vision a quick flash of white as my head whipped backwards.. "Pppppffffttt...." a small mist of saliva exploding overhead as it caught the light of the single overhead lamp .. I felt my teeth bashing into the mouthguard as I staggered backwards .. instinctively I threw out a right straight .. RIGHT down the pipeline to where you were most likely going to be if you followed up on my staggering frame .. a 'keep away' shot as I peddled backwards 3 steps to let my head 'reset' my bared breasts rolling from the impact as I looked to set myself ...

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: When I lean in and bring the hook, the sound of leather to.... leather?.. is still accompanied by a clear and guttural reaction, a sound I cannot express in words the satisfaction a 'blocked punch' brings... but the joy is truly experienced when my reloaded and quick handed left follow connected flush. Oh the feeling seeing a spittle trail splash my upper body, my breatss getting a warm spray of 'Kay' all over them.... Mmmm .. it would be a lie to state at this point..... the baited hook, SET! You eat the leather, contorted face the most gratifying look I've see coming from you. In my head... "Where's that smirk now?" ... as you immediately falter and stumble back. I don't relent when the poorly attempted 'panic right hand', as they say in the fight game, leaves your 'staggering frame' and swats out. You without a clear view and me WITH ONE, I slip to my left and under and there's your body wide open. Your keep away did nothing but keep your defenses 'away' (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Pursuing you, I simply slip under the right moving to my left and there's that wide open sexy body. I pivot and drive another quick and heavy left hook seeking out your belly button ... "uuuush!"... then quickly twist back left and bring a power right uppercut , that blow seeking the base of your chin. "iisshh!" looking to send a message immediately. I ain't playing!

Kay_Donovan: With all the movement happening in the ring you'd be forgiven to think something else entirely was happening based on the squeaking and creaking the battered old ring was giving out .. My pipeline aimed right gave you all the window you needed .. simply dipping and slipping into that coveted opening .. suddenly feeling my eyes bulge as .. "Ooommmphhh!" My body bent forward as it folded over your green mitt ... the air quickly exited my pale frame as I started to drool out a little raspberry flavored spittle .. hinted from my pre fight gum I'd normally chew .. I was getting overwhelmed in relatively short order... you were just fucking relentless .. already teeing up the next shot .. as you came in "GGnnnnthhhh" I'm barely able to keep my mouth piece in place as another spray of now slightly bloodied saliva blasted over my head as my vision turned 'off' for longer this time .. my legs wobbling as I staggered backwards dangerously towards the ropes .. this time turtling up instinctively

Kay_Donovan: as quite simply I was getting my ass handed to me in this grubby run down gym ..

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: The impact tremors running up my arms do more than provide the validation I've connected flush to your body and chin, then create a slight electricity in my body as I see your belly envelop my green gloved hammer and your face temporarily deform on said impact. Your lips allow the sites and sounds only truly appreciated by the boxing 'Aficionado', with sweat shedding and crimson tinged spittle leaving that now sweet sounding vocal chords. The guttural symphony already playing is intoxicating. Your legs go rubbery and you stagger back, the ropes that contain us coming fast toward your retreating back, you do as I would in this early state, and try to cover as much as possible. I smile because your outfit choice we agreed upon now WILL be an advantage to me at the moment. You can't cover everything. And I am ready to play 'Round 1 target practice' and see what we can hit today. Knowing your hurting, vision probably clouded, your physical condition obviously compromised (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I tuck in my arms and gloves close to my head and body and gallop at you and look to punish you where you waver. I look to shoulder you with my upper body and immediately sweep a power right hook coming around your arm looking to carve out a chuink of your left side and double it up fast... "pssssh pssssh!" then sweep the left hook around the other side seeking that liver... "uuuush!" gloves brought immediately back in tight before I drop the right shoulder and look to pound that low bikini line and bury a powerful right inside uppercut and try to suck that breath from you.... "yuuush!" peppering you.

Kay_Donovan: Barely a minute into the round and I'd already had my clock cleaned twice with a pair of crisp uppercuts. A bit amateur hour here to be hit in such a core spot so early into the bout .. the biggest downside to it was the brainrattling 'fog' it tended to dip someone into. Meaning one of my main strengths of quick thinking was taken off the table for now .. going into survival mode already was a bit humiliating but what hurt worse still was the combination you were about to unload on me stupidly early into the bout. The ring creaked as I came at me with real gusto .. trying to bring up the walls and keep you at bay until essentially the bell came in to give me respite. "Nnnmph..." Your right hook trying to slip in around .. looking to body my guard.. my frame resisting though .. twisting a little instinctively in order to keep you from penetrating the defenses as your green leather mashed into my elbow ..

Kay_Donovan: what THAT did however was free up my other side which allowed your left to thunk!' drill into my now exposed liver .. My eyes bulging once more as I whimpered out from the impact .. my sweaty frame now crumbling under the pressure ... your shoulder drop would normally be an easy read but in this state you were able to line up my barely covered body and 'THUNK!' "Guuuuughhh....." that glove delivered .. slamming into that low 'paunch' .. totally legal. Just a gut buster effectively that had me reeling .. groaning out as you battered the oxygen out of my body.. I was folding over your mitts once more. ..I felt my guard dropping down in an effort to push your arms away .. worst still I felt the ropes pushing and jabbing at my back .. as I felt the jaws coming down around me .. my legs struggling to keep me up on my feet as you were seemingly working me in short order ... my body trying desperately to glug down some mouthfuls of air .. TRYING to hold out to the bell ..

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: A minute into the fight and I work you like the heavy bag you're becoming. One minute into the fight and the site of you reeling is overloading my brain. Where was all that bravado now? Where was the confident, giggling, bouncy, bloviating gasbag I so desperately wanted a piece of? Where? Right in front of me, already taking an undeniable early first round beating. My gloves methodically taking you apart. The obvious early fight problem you have as I can tell is you are having real trouble picking up what's coming from where as you move one way only to open a door somewhere else. Your desire to stop my right hand allowed for the door to swing open when I took a chunk of your liver with my left. Oh that felt good, but what felt better? The right uppercut that buried itself deep into your baby goods above your bikini line and you now bracing into the ropes. That symphony of pain continued to exit your lips. (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Gloves looking heavy and dropping either by instinct or by clouded judgement in the form of a defensive move, You despairingly try to push at my gloves. my eyes go wide and dilate when I see your head wide open. I step at you and with malice, I unload a flurry at your wide open jawline looking to punish you where you stand... left hook-right hook-left hook-right hook.."psssh psssh pshhh pfffft".. in blinding fast succession wanting to play pinball with your head and jaw, a wicked smile now painted on my face.

Kay_Donovan: I felt how ragged my breathing had become .. numerous shots on my midsection would attest to that .. the fact you could see a redness forming on my glistening stomach/side showed some of the damage that had been delivered. You were clearly gobbling up the sight of me in this state .. my eyes rolling a little .. face red and panting .. breasts heaving .. nipples stiff as the overwhelming nature of control shifting so heavily against me had it's toll. The two girls in the gym would occasionally glance over at the action unfolding .. both sneaking less and less obvious peaks as they saw me getting roped in short order by my older foe. With my mitts headed south to push your mitts and cover up I'd inadvertently left my head open. Not an intended mood but when one has been clocked by two uppercuts in short succession 'thinking straight' wasn't really top of the agenda.. allowing this topless red head to go head huntin! Suddenly stepping in and .. Fuck.

Kay_Donovan: "Gnnph ..." your left hook drilled into my right cheek .. my head whipping to the left as another arc of spittle erupted from my lips .. throbbing already from the impact as "nnmm ..MMPHH!" another squeaked groan escaped my lips as your right now seemingly pingponged my head .. smashing it the other direction as my gloves fought to come up from their dropped position. Another shot .. another arc of spittle came rolling down my chin .. my head gathered up as a third just came in and rattled my skull .. "Hhhnnckk..." my head whipping back ... sweat flicking from my head from the shots .. before a 4th came into leather my features .. "GUUUUGHHH!" half gurgling by the fourth shot as I was well and truly punchdrunk now .. my mitts half wilting as my sides as my thick cheeks peeked out from over the middle rope .. my body wanting to drop to the canvas and take a moment .. as my legs were struggling to support me now .. I let it happen. Letting my body fold towards the canvas for a break!

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Unaware that there was anyone in this musty, old, and alluring gym, this fight is becoming something even I didn't expect. The confidence and satisfaction I now feel rushing through my veins is overwhelming me. Just when I thought I couldn't experience more of a rush, the site and sound of my gloves connecting, bringing the first stanza of orchestral destruction to its climax, causes my breathing to increase. The site of your facial distortion from each impact is breathtaking, the stream of sweat, spit, and some crimson mixed sends a shockwave up my body. Your heavily-leaning body planted on the ropes almost helpless unable to withstand to gloved assault finally gives way. Your legs buckle as your descent and first visit to the canvas is underway. Your bod folds and starts to fall. My ruthless and unforgiving nature in the ring drives me to step in and deliver a brutal follow-up seeing you helplessly fall to the canvas. (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I sweep a blistering left uppercut looking to crash it into your exposed jaw and chin "psssh!" as it comes to my glove. I don't even have to do the work. Then swing a monster right hook wanting to implode your left jawline swinging it with purpose, and a message.... If you get up, there's MUCH more where this came from "Yuuuuush!"

Kay_Donovan: My body HAD to take this dive .. my legs switching off was my brains way of saying 'take a minute' my pride WOULD had something else to say but that was currently buried somewhere in the basement of this place. My head being leathered into a groggy mess was kinda fucking with any level of common sense I might have had. My left cheek was already swelling from the battering green mitted shots .. the right less so but was still clearly a little distorted. The whimpering groans escaping my lips seemingly doing as much to you as the helplessness was to me ... SO i took the drop .. not like I had much choice in the matter... sticking to your stance you've adopted all fight long you just ... dont ... let ... up. Even in my descent you take advantage .. sending that green leather swinging and tagging my chin once AGAIN! .. my knees buckling as I dropped .. my head jerking to one side as .. "Gggggthhhh...." another jet of saliva splattered along the grubby canvas

Kay_Donovan: .. with my body following suit .. Thud!' the ring rattled from the impact as my knees dug into the woefully unpadded canvas .. dropping down .. my gloves flashing out last second to stop a rather sickening faceplant from occurring .. thank fuck. It didn't stop my body from oozing into the mats though .. my tits mushrooming out from under me .. peaking from the sides as I groaned out into the grimy weave. "Ugh...ghnnph ..f ..uck..." grumbling out as my mitts pressed out .. trying to paw and fist up so I could attempt to shove my frame back up .. BUT! .. it didn't .. not to start with .. you could hear a slight whistle emanating from my pouty lips .. clearly the numerous gut punches had done their job .. I shook my head .. starting down into the canvas .. FAR more up close than I'd have liked ... honestly if I was being counted out I'd be in some real trouble .. BUT I took the moment .. heaving out as I pushed up .. slowly ... milking out the clock .. as I .. "UUghhn..."

Kay_Donovan: shoved myself up into a seated position .. my eyes narrowing as the dim light hit my semi swollen face .. saliva dripping down my chin as I reached up with my forearm .. brushing it off as best I could .. still near the ropes I'd reach out .. my right pawing at the cables as I pushed myself up to one knee .. "fucking ..." I half whispered to myself .. annoyed at myself for being in this situation .. annoyed that so far I'd landed NOTHING .. annoyed that I'd eaten canvas within the first minute and half .. slowly I pushed up .. shaking my head a little more as I reset myself .. my eyes narrowing as I tried to bring the 2 Helen's into focus .. my guard resetting neatly in front of my face ... looking a little worse for wear ..

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: The site of you in complete disarray on the canvas struggling mightily to even get up is a site I have longed for. Knowing you have been so skillfully taken apart and look as if you've been through a completely unforgiving almost 2-minute (120-seconds) drubbing is exhilarating. The only issue? You're still talking. Clearly, we're not through here and I don't take ANYTHING for granted in a fight. A hurt fighter is a dangerous fighter and you look like a really hurt fighter, which makes you a really dangerous fighter. I lean into the corner pad as we know the rules, this isn't about beating the count. If you're conscious, it's not over. Finally up and looking like hell, my face? Stoic. My demeanor? Overflowing Confidence. My next move? Pressure. Barely up, you seem to want to clear your head. Uh uh.... I don't relent, bolting from the corner, I gallop once again right at you as you attempt to reset yourself. Standard orthodox stance again, engagement is almost immediate.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Your gloves sit infront, up guarding your face. I move and weave, not being a stationary target. I then skip step right and get in the pocket. I snap a double left jab driving my gloves at your gloves up and try to keep them there "pffft pfffft". My follow right as I pivot and torque my waist left brings a sweeping right hook coming for your left side obliques looking to pound your breath from you "uuuush!" and then finish with the reloaded right coming for your left cheek and eye. "yuuush!" I'm looking to continue to punish you. And will settle for nothing less.

Kay_Donovan: Ruthless really did seem to be your M.O. It all within the realms of sporting SO I get it...but there was NO letting up. The state you'd put me in kinda laid bare the skill difference between us .. pair that with the heigh/weight/reach advantage and I had a recipe for real trouble... Using the ropes to get to back to my feet meant I hadn't even begun to get back to the middle of the ring .. not EVEN close .. so you were just ON me already.. barely 2 steps from the ropes and you were all up in my grill .. that green leather flashing towards my face as my guard whipped up .. the 'piff piff' sound of leather clapping leather filled the gym .. RIGHT before I felt it .. your right drilling into my side .. my body arching .. UP onto my tiptoes briefly as the that recently recovered air was just smashed RIGHT outta me in short order .. "Nnnffff..." breathing out harshly through my guard before my older opponent swung in with a double tap RIGHT into my already swollen cheek/eye ..

Kay_Donovan: my pretty face just whipping to the right as whimpered out a "CCcnnnphhhh..." through my pouty lips .. my eye THROBBING as the it was well on it's way to being fully bruised up.. my head all over she shop as I staggerstepped backwards .. my pert rear already in contact with the ropes as I panicked .. tossing a left/right combination out .. probably in desperation now .. aiming a left hook to that was obvious .. but the right? I was throwing it where I'd hoped the 'slip' might come up .. throwing my body weight into it in a vain attempt to TRY and do something about this UTTER beatdown I was receiving .. "Nmmmpph.... GAH!" a light squeak escaping my lips as I poured my energy into it .. tossing the orange leather at you as my head struggled to hold itself upright! .. those pert breasts swinging from the g-force I was ripping the shots with ..

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: There is one thing that is not debatable. Your resilience is astounding. And to be honest, in my mind, very gratifying. Why? because the more punishment I dish out, the more devastating the result. But I cannot rest on the fight's current state as you are still up. And miraculously somewhat coherent to where you and I are in the ring. The continued Adrenaline pushers that shoot up my arm each time I connect, also starts to pulse inside in ways I did NOT expect as my nipples are as hard as rocks and THAT cannot be denied either. I am finding a pleasure in this experience I truly didn't expect. I am not sure if it's the gloved impact results seeing your overwhelmed physique temporarily shaped like someone's molding clay, or the deep guttural, almost orgasmic sounds exiting your lips. In either case, the sensory overload is immensely pleasurable. When my right implodes into your 'pretty face' and you whimper like a dog who wants to desperately get into a room it's locked out of.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Seemingly cemented into a position on the ropes, the overused 'desperation' thought enters my brain. My gloves working meticulously on you, already producing a knockdown, the visual of you continuing to assert some form of an offensive counter shows how not only are you a vision of resilience but also 'defiance', as you seemingly can soak punishment with the best of fighters I've faced (based on your abilities shown here, you'd probably be able to wear them out), you bring that left hook. My gloves are up and ready, tightened as it simply clocks my right forearm with a . The leather to forearm flesh stings (wow still some power to her punch, amazing), but when that right comes, I don't slip it as much as I parry it. I lean back on my back right foot slightly and as it comes, I swat my left gloved hand and arm at it looking to swat it down. My counter is simply muscle memory, as I then lean back forward, with body momentum and torso help, bring my right (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: straight and powerful for your jawline and chin center mass making sure to drive it hard for maximum impact. "yuuuush!"

Kay_Donovan: My ability to fight back in the ring had less to do with inhuman levels of resilience and more about base instinct.. fight or flight right? Although admittedly I could take a punch with the best of them! The fact the ropes were digging into my pert rear was indicating where i really was...there was no more room to retreat now... it was quite the motivator... knowing I HAD to unload here and now or else risk losing not only the bout...but my streak and my dignity at the mitts of this wiley Veteran. The gym itself was starting to grow more and more humid too.. a thick musky fog surrounding us from all the action so far .. its not like this kinda dive had air-conditioning.. meaning my writhing frame was very much glistening in sweat by this point..

Kay_Donovan: Adding a nice gloss to my jiggling frame.. my pert stiff nippled breasts .. as well as highlighting the bruising you'd plastered onto my body so far.. not to mention adding some extra 'spray' to any shots you might land from this point onwards... QUITE the delight to watch your opponent paint the canvas with numerous fluids I'm aware. Something I wanted to see YOU doing for me... my left sailing out towards your face trying desperatly to put a stop to your dominant performance so far.... it was the obvious response to my situation.. which was intentional.. you too the block in stride.. as expected. I was setting up my right however to clock that admittedly pretty face .. wanting to halt you entirely ..

Kay_Donovan: You had other plans though.. as you'd expect when two girls entered the squared circle looking for VERY different outcomes. My right gets parried..the brief spark of hopefulness is cruelly snuffed out... my right swatted away as you reared back.. and I felt it .. my heart sinking.. you could practically see the helplessness written on my face.. 'a dear in the headlights' look.. as your glove just drilled my chin.. my face contracting ina grimace .. "Gnnmmphhhh!" Gawds it must has been a glorious sight.. my head whipped backwards.. the ring creaked as the ropes caught my entire bodyweight to keep me upright... sweat flicked off of my head and hair as your shot landed CLEAN!

Kay_Donovan: My body was set up on its tiptoes for a brief moment before settling back down..... to you you'll have seen my face disappear with one look and reappear with another .. like you'd knocked the previous girl out of me for a moment.. my dozey and slightly swollen features now on full display to you. My guard was lazily hovering around my midsection now.. those 10oz gloves feeling like 10tonnes at this point. I was straight up WILLING my gloves to come up to face you... "come on Kay.. come on.." went my internal monologue...I'm sure you could practically feel my struggle.. so there i was.. rope bound and sagging into the cables.. trying to 'reset' my head as best I could..

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: When one writes a story, or paints, or builds something, there are so many directions it can go; infinite actually. But if you plan, the planner weeds through that mountain of options and whittles it down significantly. But no plan goes without a hitch. In the real world, there's always a speed bump, a detour, that the plan didn't account for. And it's the planner and the one executes that plan's job to avoid the landmines, that speed bump, and come with an 'alternate route'. I knew you were younger, desiring AND predicting a much different 'road' than we are on now. I knew you had no idea who I was in the ring. You just saw, Helen, a co-worker who you simply didn't like. The 'garden pea' you called me. And I am sure you listed your expected strengths over mine. And I KNOW you thought you'd tire me out and work me like one of your previous tomato cans. But when that right leather-clad fist connected perfectly, cleanly with a result one could, ready the cliche machine (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: ONLY DREAM OF, I just smiled as I saw the 'opponent' now in front of me, The look, the features, the result. And I was FAR from done painting my Picasso. Only in round 1. When the right connects and you do your 'boxing ballet' showing off how you 'releve' and end up back at 'first position', there is no other position a fighter wants to see their opponent in, gloves up but open positioned near your hips. It's open season, and I load up. Like a mitt routine, I start with the left jab-straight right stabbing at your chin and cheek, wanting to keep you dizzied and upright... "pffft pffft"... it wasn't sexy but it had teeth wanting to drive the right almost in the identical place the last one connected with, but with not as much 'gusto'. Then I bring the body shot and head combination follow, as I step at you looking to pound that sexy underbelly again with a blistering left hook using that navel as my guide, wanting to land the punch in between that navel and your bikini (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: line.."iiisshh!", finishing with a power right hook at your hopefully open jawline... "Yuuush!" and see what you've got left in your bag.

Kay_Donovan: I know boxing well enough .. I know that having your rear parked neatly over the middle rope and having your mitts half in your lap is a GREAT way to lose a bout in short order .. not to mention get the tar beaten out of you. That didn't change the fact that it was precisely where I found myself right now .. my legs struggling to keep my body fully upright .. but that's where the ropes came in.. the cable was keeping me afloat .. even if it was slightly embarrassing to need it's help so early on .. Not that I could think too much about it .. your green glove came whipping in .. clapping into my chin .. "Mmmph .. GMMPH!" a little snappy jab/straight that had my head bobbling backwards and once again misting spittle into the lights .. you were aiming for that SAME exact place.. FUCK. Why was someone being SO methodical in working my face 'GET' me in such a crushing way .. something about being reduced to a training dummy just hit something at my core... and speaking of cores..

Kay_Donovan: Your left came slipping in ... working towards my fairly exposed underbelly .."NNg...ooooffff" my black mouthpiece peeking through my lips... as my eyes opened wide once more .. well my right more than my left ... the left was half swollen and already forming some light bruising after the attention it'd received thus far .. My stomach was just tight and burning .. having your leather digging in DEEP as my body shuddered in response ... only for right to whistle in towards my totally exposed woozy features .. "G..gucckknnnphh...." My head whipping to the right as my body half sagged into the cables .. sweat being drilled off of my body as another flick of .. wait? Crimson. All the attention on my face/jaw had busted my swollen lips OPEN! Casting my red dye across the canvas ... adding my stain to all the others .. I could feel a little trial trickling down my chin, the evidence of what was unfurling here was starting to get written all over my face.. those signatures being scrawled..

Kay_Donovan: my head lolled around a little too .. you can see my eyes struggling to focus as I attempted to stay on my feet .. unaware that the round was coming to a close .. it was more pride than anything .. even if my body was struggling to keep me 'in the fight' .. I could feel the bouts slipping through my mitts with each passing second ... ALL at the hands of my barely suited and booted older opponent.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: To say that you were currently displaying being "in over your head" would be classified as the picture profile for "understatement of the year". For a girl bubbling at the beginning of this fight, you certainly aren't bubbly now. But I have to admit to seeing your attitude adjustment program is going better than had I scripted it myself. To say my body isn't responding would be a lie. To say that your continued "glove recipient" award is boring me would be a lie, because oh the look and sounds i hear, a portrait of complete satisfaction. To say I want to punish you more, would me.... the TRUTH. But, shockingly, you are still up, although barely when.... "DING!"... round 1 ends. My gloves both ready to pounce again but you get the mandatory respite from my glove love. I smile wide and grab my mouth guard out of my mouth. "Don't go away, hun. I'll be right back in a minute." and I laugh all the way back to my corner, the cackle loud and pronounced. The sit down is needed (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: because I did expend a lot of energy. I take a deep breath and wash my mouth out. I drop a splash or two on my head and let it cascade down my body. The cold water creating a natural chill. The wait is not my favorite part, knowing it gives you time to get your head on straight. But, all that means is I prolong the event. Even more gratifying when I put you on the brink again.

Kay_Donovan: To say that the sound of the bell going off was a relief would also be an understatement. As you finally HAD to relent I felt my body dropping down the ropes .. my knees thudding into the canvas as the whole ring shook.. it sure was a creaky old thing that's for sure .. I lifted my head up briefly to see my recently scattered bloodied saliva soaking into the canvas .. my unwilling donation being added to all the others ... UGH... that stung... just not as much as my stomach and left cheek/eye did .. although my pride was definitely vying for top spot. My sweaty frame was dripping down onto the dirty mats at the base of the ropes I'd just toppled from .. reaching out blindly with my orange left mitt I used it a guide .. like I was assailing a mountain .. I let it have my wait as I shuffled on all 'threes' towards my corner .. my perky pale rear jiggling and jutting out behind me .. quite a view from across the ring I'm sure...

Kay_Donovan: as I left a trail of damage in my wake .. a trickled trail of blood and spit just left dripping behind me. That would have been another pang of shame burning into me had I noticed ... but my eyes were fixed on the corner .. FINALLY heaving my frame up I shoved it down onto the stool .. I kept my mouth guard in .. I was too tired to be tugging that out .. I reached over and tried to grab the water bottle .. knocking it over on the first pass as I growled to myself .. managing it on the second try as I popped the top off and unceremoniously began to pour it over my face .. swallowing a reasonable amount as I gasped out .. like I'd just come up for air! ".. Gahhh .. u .. .ugh.... ugh..." gasping out .. I let my head droop backwards against the turnbuckle .. the cool water running down my already glossy frame .. washing some of the blood from my face and down my cleavage as it puddled onto the mats .. Looking lazily up at the lights as I tried to collect myself ..

Kay_Donovan: I flung the empty bottle out of the ring as both gloves kinda sat limp in my lap .. legs spread .. I didn't care how I looked 'Right now' anyways. My mind was elsewhere .. trying to piece SOME kinda of plan together .. the current one of 'getting my ass kicked' wasn't really one I'd signed off on. Sadly that happens in boxing sometimes .. I felt my body wanting to melt into this stool .. into the canvas .. just stay right here... it felt kinda nice .. my muscles relaxing a little as I hung in the corner .. my reddened stomach heaving .. breasts swelling with each breath .. enjoying EVERY second I possible could in a vain attempt to recover ..

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: As I ready for round 2, I take a detailed glance at you in your corner after you finally made it back there. The site of you utilizing creative ways with your water is somewhat amusing. But, it's also interestingly enough exciting, knowing my gloved handy work crafted the work of art across the ring. But this fight isn't over, and I don't take ANYTHING or ANYONE for granted. You are still up and you did get thoroughly 'educated' in that first round, yet you are going to answer the next bell. That alone is more than enough to keep my attention. No certainties in this 'field of study'. "Here I come, Bubbles." I get my freshly washed mouthguard in, take a deep breath, readying for the next 'page' in the first chapter of our fight saga. I get on my toes, gloves up and ready......

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: "DING!" Round 2.

Kay_Donovan: I hear something from across the ring .. some smug comment I'm sure .. I can't say I'd blame you given I'd be doing the same thing and THEN some if I was in your position. Suddenly I hear the bell ringing .. I felt my entire body just exhale .. the sigh of all sighs .. I can't say that break felt long enough .. but it never quite does .. does it? I shake my head and the cobwebs a little .. reaching up with both mitts as I "Nnnmmph .. " I squeak and grunt my way up onto both feet .. legs feeling a little less spaghetti like now .. arms a little more regenerated .. head on a little more straight than before .. I still looked worse for wear though .. except now I was dripping down my entire body .. the water being the main component of it. I brought my rather shaky guard back up .. Breathing deeply as my barely dressed figure semi stumbled towards the middle of the ring .. Turtling up firmly to start with .. trying to play this a little smarter .. else I know I'd be DONE in mere moments

Kay_Donovan: otherwise... My one good eye having to do the majority of the work considering how swollen it was starting to get .. But it was enough .. mitts poised .. chest heaving .. body dripping .. I was going to give this another shot .. waiting on my opponent to make the first move this time .. shuffling from left to right .. just a little .. enough to not be a sitting duck ..

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: The echoing ring fades in the empty gym now, notwithstanding the two completely engaged "spectators" looking on. I do my best 'confident walk' right at you as you start your shuffle. Your body now dripping everywhere, there's nary a place to move where your 'bodily fluids' haven't caressed in the fight, the trail like pasty breadcrumbs letting me know where you've been, as if a 20 by 20 ring needs a trail for me to find you. There's a sheen to your body that pronounces your features amidst the darkness that surrounds the ring. It's as if we are on display for the world to see but we cannot see the world. I don't really care. My focus is on you; the weary one, the bleeding one, the bruised one, and if I have something to say about, the soon-to-be flat-on-her-back one. You shift slowly turtled up. Okay, if that's the way you want to start. I paint my face as stoic, but inside, I am smiling wide. Clearly going defensive, I decide to test that defense.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I slidestep left then left again then drop my left shoulder and come digging for your right side as I sweep a heavy left hook looking to go body "iiishh!". Then slide step left again and this time try to double up the left, going low then high, first trying to pound your liver, then trying to bring the left up swiftly and batter your cheek and right eye. "uuush ussshh!" and finish by stepping in closer and trying to pound that underbelly again "yyyuush!" wanting to overwhelm your cloudy decision-making mind.

Kay_Donovan: I continue trying to control my breathing .. We'd tried the 'Kay take the initiative' plan and it ended VERY poorly. I HAVE to focus .. I'm aware that honestly any more slip ups from here and it's just going to be Game over. Watching you come on BRIMMING with confidence hurt my pride a whole heap .. it was at my expense you were here .. feeling like this .. and the sight of me in this state surely stoked that fire. One thing I WAS grateful for was those swift side steps were going into my better field of vision .. your topless frame decided now was the time .. stepping in and tossing a REAL heavy looking left hook .. I HAD to do something .. Suddenly stepping backwards .. I wanted to let the leather whip past me .. however I felt it grazing my sore stomach .. wincing a little .. only imagining what i might have felt like with a full collision.. but there was my window .. stepping back in after the missed hook I twisted my hips .. my perky breasts jiggling and swinging with the motion

Kay_Donovan: locking up my left glove as it came sailing in towards your now exposed face .. wanting to .. "Nmmph .. GMMPH!" your green leathered left was already on approach .. worse still because they were snappy jabs they were clocking my eye .. my head snapping backwards .. water and sweat flicking off my frame as I cursed myself .. annoyed that if you were going for anything more powerful my left would have caught you FLUSH. That smug mug would be getting bobbled but instead? .. I was stumbling backwards .. the turtle already broken .. you weren't done either .. stepping in whipping that leather up into my stomach .. face contorting in pain as "OOOoooushhh...." air was drilled outta my once pristine body .. the mouth guard peeking as I rocked up onto my toes once more ... my body dropping back down as I'd staggered backwards .. and with all the shimmying and side stepping my back was now dangerously close to one of the neutral corners ..

Kay_Donovan: I panicked .. my eyes dozy once more as I tossed out a right hook .. "Hmmmph!" Squeaking out with effort as I tried to keep you at bay .. so I could reset myself. My feet attempting to reorder themselves and stop the backpedaling .. not wanting to move the entire distance .. knowing how deadly a 'pit' being cornered can be...

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: And right on cue, the guttural symphony returns. it's as if it were scripted, choreographed. You almost slip the sweeping hook completely and make your counter move. But your brain didn't expect the more direct follow and that's .. PAYDIRT!... the double sending more bodily fluid contributions to the 'canvas', providing more painted memories for the next combatant to wonder who contributed. The shudder and shimmer show you provide is both provocative and enticing, especially when my glove gets enveloped again before you do another boxing ballet move on your toes. But unlike the first round, where I was methodical and menacing, now, relentless and unforgiving, the glazed look by the owner in front of me, an empty cartridge unloads, as a worried and vacant face lets out a childish tone with a right hook easily picked up. The guard up and the right hook smacks in my view, feebly and with little behind it, into my left forearm. There is no hesitation.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I step into the pocket driving a straight right directly at your chin ... "iiiisshh!"... twisting my torso to add plenty of extra sauce to the blow hoping those last few inches close up and drive you to that neutral territory that you obviously wish to avoid. My gloves go on autopilot flurrying a left-hook at the body center below your navel "iiiish" and a power right uppercut "yuuush!" wanting to crash into the base of your chin, before torquing and pivoting a lightning fast left-right hook combination with one goal, obliterating your right and left jawline "ppfffft fffft" and drive you to what I hope is your temporary new home, that corner.

Kay_Donovan: This bout wasn't going as I'd planned at all .. this topless 46 year old was just working me over without mercy .. my body breaking down with every blow you were landing on me .. and now? With me exposed you were just on point .. looking to drag me down a rabbit hole I might never come out of .. "Cnnnph..." your right smashing into my already targeted chin had my head whipping backwards .. another arc of saliva whipping up and over my head as I staggered backwards .. my eyes semi glazed now as it was clear I wasn't all there .. something you were gonna cement with the follow up. "Unnnfffff..." your green leather sticking to it's task .. SMASHING into my already battered stomach as I slumped over you a little .. mouth agape as I was drooling out .. "Ugggkklll...." gurgling from that one .. my mouth was swiftly closed for me though as a NASTY looking uppercut had me smashing back into the corner .. "KKKNNPPHHH!" my head just arching backwards as I was rooted to the turnbuckle ..

Kay_Donovan: my head resetting .. my chin dropping onto my chest as I whimpered out a little .. my guard was? .. in my lap. My arms half hanging at my sides as you saw my sweaty swelling frame reeling .. CLEARLY in a bad way .. you were talking about 'never taking anyone lightly' .. 'it's not over until..' Not anymore... I was corner bound .. and sagging into worst place you can be caught in a boxing ring .. DREAD started to drown my body .. at the mercy of my clearly superior opponent .. worst still was my body was experiencing a plethora of emotions .. sadness .. regret ... frustration .. and most of them couldn't be fully comprehending in my current state .. what's more is the Ambivalence.. my body throbbing and in pain .. was paired with the underlying level of 'pleasure'? .. it was hard to explain to anyone who didn't get it but .. my body was caving to my foe .. and the helplessness and dominance that was being forced on my dripping fame was fucking my mind up to levels I couldn't process ..

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: In every fight, there's a moment where one fighter has that upper hand. It may be a brief one, or an obvious one. When brief, it may be a flurry that changes the course of the fight, but not end it. The obvious one.... where we are now. My bod showing all the signs of my state, things I hadn't expected. My nipples as hard as granite, as big as grapes, my body tingling as each blow connects with veracity and purpose, every grunt arousing me, every impactful temporary facial deformation, every enveloping body blow, sinking deeper and deeper into your softened belly flesh was a testament to my tenacious approach to this fight. I not only wanted to make it clear who the better boxer is, but now I wanted to emphatically pronounce it. Your condition I have experienced and induced in others before, clearly loving the latter more, but won't lie, either has its 'pleasure points'. Seeing you in your current state overwhelms my senses, with only one goal , punish you.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: You head sinks, your gloves useless, I don't waste a moment. I smile wide; the fighter in me looking to put a stamp on my performance, and on your head and body. Trapped and cutoff from the ring, pressed in the corner, your cranium sinking into your own cleavage. Stepping into you and in that pocket again, dropping my left shoulder, I unload a left uppercut looking to split that cleavage "iiiissshh!" and drive it into your soon to be exposed chin, then torquing and pivoting a lightning fast right-left hook combination with one goal, obliterating your left and right jawline "ppfffft pfffft!"

Kay_Donovan: Bouts TEND to have a natural eb and flow to them .. this one was definitely me just ebbing. After all the pre bout build up and trash talk my actual performance was pretty lack lustre honestly.. I hadn't even really laid a single glove on you?.. that stung... that fact you were seemingly putting an end to my 4 run win streak? .. that hurt.. the fact you were doing emphatically and in style? that crushed me .. the fact you were working me down to my core to the point part of me surrendered to it .. practically broke me. My gloves were sat in my lap .. showing the state you'd put me in .. my left eye swollen almost shut .. the right well on it's way .. my body dripping .. bloodied saliva drooling down my jaw as you set to work .. my heart sank lower and lower with each passing second .. you were just oozing confidence whilst I was just oozing. Stepping in as the green leather just slipped between my breasts .. the sweat basically adding as a lubricant to come up and rock my jaw ..

Kay_Donovan: "CCcccthhh!!" my head bobbled up .. the impact had my eyes rolling in my head as the room spun .. another arc of blood just spurting out between my lips .. the repeated uppercuts to my jaw had split my lip on the outside and in .. allowing a cascade of crimson to just spritz across the canvas .. along with my chest and chin .. before more head started to settle back down.. my gloves almost at my side as they twitched from the impact .. they were all but silenced at this point .. my thighs pressing in against themselves as my ankles pushed out .. adopting a very 'Not a threat' stance for you as you whipped in another pair of NASTY hooks .. my head bobbling back and forth .. "Nnnnnnughhhh NUGHHHH!!!" the room spun ... and spun .. my head smashing in two very different directions as the pain exploded in my head .. barely clinging on as I sunk into the corner .. the ref would be waving this off by this point I'm sure .. but no refs here .. just a pre agree'd .. 'til one bitch is OUT' rule

Kay_Donovan: My vision started to reset a little after the explosion of white .. clearly teetering on the edge .. my black low-rise bottoms were wedged up by this point too .. the beating had them sinking into my mound .. embarrassingly sodden from the slobber knocking I was getting. My body heaving and wheezing in the corner .. totally at your mercy as your gloves were carving this defeat into my body .. my brain clinging on to stay and 'fight' my willpower melting with every shot as my opponent was trying to cement the obvious .. you were a better boxer .. by a LONG shot. My body was yielding to you on a base level .. and my stiff nipples and soaked undies were a testament to that .. as I hung helpless in front of you now ..

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: With every blow, every reaction, every look, and now with every breath, it was clear. Miss D had had enough. Or had she? When the left and right exploded into your jawline and your face temporarily looked like deformed clay, the 'pleasure points' were more than tingling now. Seeing your body react to the barrage of glove love was not surprising as I've witnessed and experienced it too, but it was the level in which I was witnessing this that got Me more so than expected. I choose to toy a bit before doing my part to 'put you away'. I lean into you and press my mostly naked, moist, and firm body against yours and whisper in your ear, "time to call it a night sweetheart" as I step back and unload....

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: ... a quick left-right-left-right uppercut flurry into your orbs wanting to give you some added 'pain and pleasure' I knew you wanted "Pffft pffft pffft pffft". But the rest.... was just pure brutal. I drop my left shoulder and look to power a left hook into your lower belly just above that bikini line, then bring the friend, the right hook wanting to take whatever breath you have from you "usssh Pshhh!" A nasty sweeping left and right hook wanting to deform your jawline again as the last one spattered fluids everywhere, on me and the canvas. "Pfffff, Ffffff!" and then.... Smiling... I kiss my fluid laden right glove, "MMMWAH! Nighty night, Love" and bring from below the hip, the coup de grace, right uppercut for the base of your chin. "Yuuuush!!!"

Kay_Donovan: There I was .. just hanging in a state of limbo .. my glossy frame unable to stop anything from my opponent at this point .. it happens to the best of us .. but never normally quite THIS conviningly. I'd most definitely made a mistake challenging you .. and it'd be a LONG time before I gathered the nerve/ability to square off against you again.. but that was future Kay's problem .. current kay was slowly succumbing into the corner .. my older opponent stepping in and taking a moment to just savour it? rub it in? Either way as you smeared your sopping body up against mine my hips jolted .. a reminder that it was a fellow woman just BREAKING me tonight .. my breasts mushroom under yours as you heard me groaning out slightly .. a very stark contrast to the leathering you'd been giving me .. my stiff nipples folding under the pressure as you squished up into me .. a little 'extra' that says .. 'Donezo'

Kay_Donovan: you could probably feel it .. but my body shuddered .. reacting in a very base manner to corner press .. juuust long enough before getting back to business. You weren't about pulling punches .. just straight up business. Well almost .. I couldn't tell at the time but as you announced my end to me .. and my body almost melted down to the canvas on it's own you stepped away .. and started to -left-right-left-right- .. my perky pale breasts .. just drilling your green leather as my head started to roll ... my mitts twitching uselessly at my sides as you laid into them .. "Ughhnn s.. sto .. GAHHH! Gnnph GNNPHHH!" each shot eliciting broken moans from the corner .. my body just drowning in it's own humiliation and lust from the humble pummelling I was receiving .. my breasts rolled and jiggled with each shot .. the pain burning through my body as you set me up .. my thighs still squeezing together .. partly in some vain attempt to keep me upright .. partly some form of comfort?

Kay_Donovan: Either way you were reducing me to some ragdoll punchbag.. the two girls watching in awe at this point as you put me away. Stepping in and just DRILLING my stomach as my mouth opened .. a silent O being formed for a moment as my body wanted to sink to the mats now .. clearly tanked out .. wheezing as you stepped in and BAM another follow up had my body convulsing a little .. the damage too much .. my body waving it's white flag as I couldn't get a breath in .. as I floated towards the canvas your left came in.. "GGGGGTHHHHHHHHH!" my head whipping to the left as a rather gruesome amount of bloodied saliva splattered across use both .. and the canvas .. another addition added to the 'artwork' .. before a follow up came in and basically put me OUT on my feet "UUGHHHHHHHGGGHHH!" gurgling pathetically now as my streak was well and truly broken now .. hovering there, my body wasn't registering anything now .. not even you little flourish as you came up and unceremoniously put me on my ass.

Kay_Donovan: "Aiiiiiickkk...." my squeal cut short as the chin rocking uppercut ends my nights .. my head whipping back ... my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I just disconnected. My back sent crashing to the corner as I melted down the ropes .. clearly GONE. The ring squeaking and rattling from the impact as my butt clapped to the stained mats .. my arms dropping limp .. at my sides .. my head craning over the middle turnbuckle ... eyes basically closed as I OUT .. count to 100 .. I'd be planted with gusto .. Just sat in a puddle of my own juices at your feet ..

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Fight perfection complete. Canvas plant complete. The finality complete. The "Garden Pea" had busted you up and that so-called tomato-can-laden 'win streak'. As you sit, out cold in the corner in your wet, pleasure-filled bottoms, on your wet, pleasure-producing bottom, when you wake, you'll know who did this. I take off and place the green, fluid coated gloves next to your breathing yet not moving body. I place my mouthguard next to it. I leave you in the ring as I go to my gear bag and leave a piece of paper I had prepared for you. On it, two sentences: 1) Enjoy the gifts... 2)... and the memories. I harbor no malice, but my visit to the locker room after the fight is swift. Your words and attitude toward me was personal. Leaving you water, ice packs, an enswell, and towels, I slip through the ropes, gaze innocently at the two spectators, who's mouths were wide open, not sure if it was shock or stunned, but I had no time for them.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I got in the shower and washed off the fight grime toweling off and dressing. I left my bottom hanging on your locker door. A souvenir. nothing more to say as I exit the building. Wonder if I'll ever be back or not. Either way, this night won't be forgotten.

Published: 2024-01-23, viewed 117 times.

Comments

2024-01-23 21:40

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I think you know that you are in for a beating Helen, its long overdue.

Trent TnT Mirabelli

2024-01-23 20:51

WOW! That is an amazing story and fight. Okay, I have no idea where to start. I agree with Luna. Hooked in the first entry and that was ONE devastating knockout. Both of you created a great story. Nice job

Helen The Redhead Redmann

2024-01-23 21:13

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Thanks, Trent. For the record, Kay'd KAY-O you without breaking a sweat. *winks
Always appreciate a kind word from an old friend here.

Luna the fiery boxer

2024-01-23 20:43

DAMN... that was... kinda hot~
The beggining with the presentation directly put me in the story, I was hooked ! Your two writings are incredible, so much description, I had the impression of being among the spectators observing you!
And the finish... THAT was a KNOCKOUT~

Helen The Redhead Redmann

2024-01-23 20:48

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Luna, Kay was fantastic to write with and fight with. And coming from you, those words are humbling.
Thank you

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