Female Boxing Federation

Fighting_Charlotte:

Fighting_Charlotte: Teacher by day, foxy boxer by night. I know you boxed and when we ran into the street yesterday, you couldn't help but vent your high school frustration against me, now that you were liberated from my classes. I told you, if you really have beef with me, you should bring it to the ring. You agreed on one condition. We fight topless...and I agreed. I loved the look on your face....but didn't show it. I took out a pen with a time and a place and ended with a "Be on time for a change Noelle".

NoelleFights: I arrive at the place you wrote down around 15 minutes before our scheduled fight. *What's with this dilapidated old gym?* I think to myself as I walk into the building. I make my way to an old locker room, where I begin to get ready. I set down my bag of gear and start to strip from my baby blue workout set that I'm wearing. I strip off my top, letting my 34D's jiggle free as I kick off my shoes, leaving me barefoot with my baby blue compression shorts on. I grab my mouthguard out of my bag and pop it into my lips before I strap on my matching baby blue gloves. Just a few minutes until we are scheduled to fight, so I go make my way to the ring, walking on the cold concrete floor as I climb through the ropes to enter the blue corner, where I begin to shadowbox and bounce around on my toes. I work up a quick, glistening layer of sweat as I wait for the fight to start, my long dark brown hair flowing freely tonight.

Fighting_Charlotte: Your arrival didn't go unnoticed and where you set out to prepare, so did I. I arrived early and made sure I got in a good warm up before you arrived. I watched you prepare and I'm a bit shy about admitting I got hit with a hint of arousal as you made your entrance. You look every bit the part as you confidently, gracefully enter the open area, enter the ring and take your corner. My heart rate jacks itself up and I can feel my body flush with adrenaline. It feels amazing and while you shadow box I silently enter the hall, smiling viperously over at you, wearing a black mouth guard, black shorts and red gloves. I've taken the liberty to wear a robe as I head out to the ring. I wait until you acknowledge my presence. Until then I study your movement, the way your feet move and the way your large breasts violently sway with each swing. I feel my chest tighten as our eyes lock and without a word or invitation I too get into the ring, off to the blue corner. There I face you while I discard my robe. The cool air hits my shoulders, then my bosom as it shimmies down my arms. I shiver and sure enough my 34DD wiggles with it as my nipples come to attention. I begin to step forward to meet you in the center of the ring for a last run down of the rules.

NoelleFights: I lock eyes with you while I'm warming up, staring at you and looking you up and down as you then begin to start strutting toward the ring, your fight attire hidden under your robe. I stop my warmup so that I can recover a bit, knowing we are about to get into it. I stick my arms over the top rope and lean into the corner, taking a quick breather as I watch you remove your robe, your impressive chest all I can focus on for a moment before you start to walk to the center of the ring. I do the same, making my way to meet you so we can get this thing started. "You ready for an ass beating, Charlotte?" I ask with malice in my voice.

Fighting_Charlotte: With a sly grin spreading across my lips, I arch an eyebrow at your challenge. "Oh, darling, you've got spirit". I wink, circling around you, sizing you up from all angles. "It's refreshing to see someone who doesn't back down. But let me warn you, honey, I'm not just some your former bitch teacher". I reach out with both gloves. "So, shall we get this party started? Or would you prefer to continue playing coy?" The glint in my eye is playful yet dangerous, a clear indication of the kind of fight you're in for.

NoelleFights: I keep my head turning as you circle me, not letting you out of my vision and twisting to make sure I can keep my eye on you, don't want any funny business happening. "You've always been so much for talking, for lectures, for picking on me for just existing. I say we get this party started so I can shut that bitch mouth of yours with these gloves," I taunt as I pound my gloves together. As you fully circle me and reach out your gloves, I bump both of mine against them. "Let's do this," I say as I back up to my corner after the tap.

Fighting_Charlotte: With a smirk, I step back to my own corner, matching your movements. "Oh, I love a good lecture myself", I reply, still grinning wickedly as I follow you to your corner. My green eyes never leave yours, filled with a predatory hunger. I crack my neck and roll my shoulders one last time, loosening up my muscles, preparing myself mentally for the impending brawl. I set the timer in the corner, count to 10 and then call out "FIGHT!!!", charging forward to take the center of the ring...fists high and ready for you to come within reach.

NoelleFights: I follow suit as you charge to the center of the ring, meeting you in the center with gloves up near chin and elbows tucked in for defense. *Surely this bitch can't keep up with pressure, and she's short* I think to myself as I stay at my maximum range, throwing out a left jab toward your face and doubling it up before taking a step back. I'm careful to keep an eye on your footwork to anticipate when you are going to move toward me, while being mindful of where your fists are at the moment.

Fighting_Charlotte: Your long jab catches me square in the jaw, snapping my head back slightly. A low growl rumbles deep in my throat as I check to taste for blood. it only fuels me. "That all ya got?" I taunt, advancing forward, guard high, with bob and a weave, wanting to get close to you, slip past your defenses and make use of my shorter stature...up close I try to open the fight early by unexpectedly exploding upwards with a swift uppercut aimed right for your gut.

NoelleFights: As I watch you advance forward, I begin to retreat, bouncing back as you chase me and weave close to me. I see you getting low and anticipate you are going to be going for my body, so I move my guard a bit lower, elbows covering down to my belly and gloves in front of my chest. When you throw the punch, I'm still moving back a bit, so the blow doesn't land too hard on my arms. I retaliate by planting my feet and twisting my hips, throwing a right hook aimed for your head. "Mfffttt..." I grunt from my lips as I throw the punch, putting a lot of power into it.

Fighting_Charlotte: My uppercut gets caught in your guard and your hook comes in fast. I barely manage move my head to the right, your glove ricocheting off the side of my head. Your swing is hard. I step out to your left and still low I throw another right towards your side followed by a right hook to the side of your head before stepping back with a defensive left jab to your face. "You're better than I thought." I admit begrudgingly, now more determined than ever.

NoelleFights: As my hook barely makes contact, I am still swinging slightly when you move for your retaliation. I don't have time to block the right hand coming at my side, and it connects, drawing a grunt from me as I bend to the side ever so slightly. My left arm is still near my face and prepared to block your follow up, taking the right hook on the glove. The impact sends me a step to my right before you step back, getting one more jab that lands on my lips, snapping my head back a little bit, but nothing more than a little sting on my lips. "And you're better than I thought," I respond, dancing back a few steps and rotating back toward the center of the ring, gloves up high as I start to make my way toward you once more.

Fighting_Charlotte: My words hang heavy between us, a mutual respect beginning to form amidst the chaos. But that won't stop me from trying to end things sooner rather than later. I feint to the left, hoping to draw you closer, and then pivot on my heel, lunging forward with a devastating right cross aimed squarely at your jaw. If it connects, I'll be sure to move in and pressure you with a fast one two to your chest.

NoelleFights: As I bounce closer to you, I am cautious to get in too close right away, making sure to enter with a left jab toward your face to keep you away. As you feint to the left, I start backing up, and I end up backing up enough to mitigate the damage of your cross. It clocks me in the jaw, some sweat spraying off my head as my face snaps back a bit. The blow disrupts my flow, and as I'm backpedaling, you get up in my space and beat my tits with two quick blows. "Unghh.. Unhhh.." I moan as you smack my breasts around, my nipples stiffening slightly, sweat spraying off them as you land. They jiggle around for a bit after the blows connect. I recover my senses and get my arms back for defense, shaking out my head and returning a left jab as I backpedal some more, nearing the ropes.

Fighting_Charlotte: The sensation of connecting with your chest fuel my aggression. Your jab catches me in the cheekbone, stinging but doing little to deter me. -Going to teach you another lesson- I think to myself sarcastically. I try to press my advantage. As you backpedal, I give chase, throwing a series of hooks to your ribs before pivoting sharply and launching another cross at your jaw.

NoelleFights: As you have pressed me on the back foot, my jab has little effect on you hunting me down. I glance over at the clock and realize I'm almost safe for the round, and as my back hits the ropes, I do my best to turtle up, hoping to just survive until the next round. *Pfft Pfft... Pfft* A few of your hooks land on my ribs, before I lower my guard to block them. Just as I lower my guard, you pivot and throw a gnarly cross that lands flush on my jaw, sending my knees wobbling as I lean further over the ropes, barely holding on. My mouth is agape with some drool coming out of the corner.

Fighting_Charlotte: You're submitting to the pressure and it's fueling my desire to hurt you. Just one more step and you'll feel cold ropes against your back and cover up...I know it, I'm counting n it. The moment your fists go up my glove wrapped hands fire hard into your sides. Your guard strong...but not impenetrable as my right cross crashes into your face...I see you teetering and just hen I want to finish you off, the bell rings *DING DING*...and I know I have to reluctantly back off and head to my corner. I smile deviously, knowing this round you were very much in trouble.

NoelleFights: As I hear the ding of the bell, I slightly collapse, nearly falling to my knees, and only kept standing by my left arm draped over the ropes for support. I take my arm off the ropes and fall to all fours, and I crawl over to my corner during the break. I remove my gloves and mouthguard, washing it off, taking some water in my mouth, and pouring some on my chest and face, looking to cool down a bit. The water mixes with the sweat already on my body as I get to my stool and recover, looking better than I did at the end of the round by the time round two is going to start. I get my gloves back on and stand, ready for round two to begin.

Fighting_Charlotte: A few moments longer I think to myself....knowing it's also a chance for you to catch your breath and regroup. As I return to my corner, I'm imagining your class surrounding us, meeting me with cheers and applause. I look at you and see you sweating...your large bosom heaving with every intake of air. "You looked pretty rough at the end of that round, sweetheart. How's your jaw feeling?" I ask, taunting you, trying to control my breath. I don't give you much time to respond as I set the timer...knowing that in ten seconds the bell will ring. I raise my gloves, relish the touch of leather against chin and forehead as we meet near the center.

NoelleFights: "Jaw's feeling fine" I say with a bit of annoyance as the bell rings. I get out from my corner and meet you in the center of the ring, gloves up and I want to get some payback for the end of last round. I lead in with the jab toward the head before I duck low, going for a double uppercut aiming for the navel, hoping to make you expel some air and get you breathing hard to start the round, and to set up for the rest of it.

Fighting_Charlotte: Your jab grazes my cheek as I duck beneath it, anticipating your move. But I'm not fast enough to avoid the double uppercuts. Both land clean, one in the gut and the other just below my tit, catching me off guard and forcing me to exhale abruptly. I stumble backwards, catching myself before I fall. What the fuck! I exclaim to myself, surprised by your sudden aggressiveness. I regain my footing and prepare for the inevitable follow up, my green eyes burning with determination.

NoelleFights: My success with the two uppercuts reinvigorates me, and my instincts take over. I keep on you as I push you back, going from my ducked position and swaying off to my left, keeping my head moving as I come up for a left hook toward your head, before attempting to follow up with one more. "You're mine!" I taunt as I throw the blows out

Fighting_Charlotte: The combination you're throwing takes me by surprise. The left hook catches me in the temple, momentarily dazing me. As I sway, you attempt another shot. This time, I manage to twist my body to the side, avoiding most of the force behind your punch. The hit grazes my shoulder. A brief grimace adorns my face as curse under my breath, stepping back but suddenly darting forward with a double right jab to the face and a low left hook to the ribs.

NoelleFights: I smile as I land another shot, this time a nice hit to the temple. When my follow up punch only grazes your shoulder, I get a bit worried, and take a step to disengage as you do the same. For a moment, I get my guard set back up in anticipation of another trade, but then you suddenly pounce forward, slamming me with a right jab on my lips. The follow up jab doesn't hit too hard since my head was still bounced back a bit, just barely tapping. The second jab did, however, block my vision from seeing your low left hook, which lands right under my right breast on my ribs. I grimace in pain as the blow lands, "I'm not giving up without a fight..." I growl through my mouthguard, as I plant my feet and twist my hips, firing a powerful right straight aimed at your solar plexus, hoping it can at least knock the wind out of you, if not knock you on your ass.

Fighting_Charlotte: Your own words echo in my mind as I absorb the impact of your right into my guard. The force of the blow knocks me back. I stumble backwards and then step out to your left...anticipating a rush forward. For a second I pause, not attacking you but realizing I'm getting too tired too fast this second round. I try to keep you at a distance...throwing jabs...noticing my reach isn't quite the same as yours. I'm breathing hard...and I can feel how sweat has abundantly coated my skin....my hair mat against my skin. "C'mon then....fight me" I say...

NoelleFights: I'm getting tired, but I can see in your face that you are getting even more tired. Looks like the body blows have been doing their job. "Stop running away if you want to fight, bitch!" I say as I step into you again, trying to chase you into the ropes. In my head, I think that your body has been battered enough for now, so I've gotta focus on the face, or the tits! As I step into you, I throw a left jab at your right breast, followed by a right straight toward your left breast. I finish my combo by throwing a left uppercut toward your chin, trying my best to keep the pressure on.

Fighting_Charlotte: "Fuck you!" I retort, gritting my teeth as you advance. You step in and I try to pivot. You anticipate it and your jab catches my breast, the impact making me wince. Before I can react, your right follows suit, striking my other tit. The pain shoots through me, but I refuse to yield. As your left uppercut rises, I twist my head, avoiding the worst of it. The blow glances off my jaw, but I still feel it. Panting heavily, and within close proximity I shoot back a right uppercut into your solar plexus, hoping to catch you off guard and ready to deliver an overhand downward hook to your temple if it lands.

NoelleFights: As you throw a right uppercut toward my solar plexus, I manage to twist my torso in such a way to mitigate the blow. I still end up losing some breath from my lungs, but I'm not out just yet. I don't crumple over like you'd imagine, but instead, I give it my all, getting low before I pop up, using all my weight from my jump to attempt a powerful right uppercut toward your chin, hoping that I can put you out before the round ends, or at least knock you down. My body is absolutely covered in sweat at this point, and I'm looking very expended after the blow.

Fighting_Charlotte: As you spring upward, I see the power behind your punch. I try to dip below it, but you time it perfectly. The right uppercut connects with my chin, snapping my head back violently. Stars explode in my vision as I stumble backwards, my legs buckling beneath me. I try to regain my balance, but it's too late. I crash to the canvas, landing hard on my back. Dazed, I lay there, diagnosing myself desperately...wondering whether I'm able to get up without tumbling back down...

NoelleFights: As I knock you down, I cheer, throwing my gloves up in the air in celebration before I walk over to the ropes to lean on them. As I get there, I start to count you out. "One... Two... Three... Four..." *DING DING* I'm annoyed as I hear the bell go off, knowing you're safe, for now... I walk back to my corner, obviously very winded. "You got... lucky... Charlotte... Assuming you can... get back up..." I stammer out in between heavy breaths. I give a weak laugh at the end of it, and you can tell I expended a lot in that last round.

Fighting_Charlotte: As the bell rings, I lay sprawled on the canvas, blinking slowly. The world spins around me as I struggle to rise. My body feels like jelly, each limb heavy and unresponsive. With great effort, I push myself onto all fours, panting heavily. I hear you count me out, your voice echoing in my ears. The bell...god save the bell....Slowly, agonizingly, I crawl to my corner, every movement a chore. I collapse against my stool, gasping for breath. I glance over at you, both gloves on the ropes, a mix of frustration and respect in my gaze. "This ain't over", I whisper to myself...

NoelleFights: As I get to my stool, I get to work, doing much the same as I did last round. I spit out and clean out my mouthguard, take some water in my lips as well as spray some more on my chest and face. The liquids are pooling on my body as I sit, and after I get it all done and put my gloves back on, I lay against the ropes, using them to slightly recline while I try to recover, taking many deep breaths. I rub my breasts and jaw with my gloves a bit, trying to soothe the pain that they've been subjected to this fight...

Fighting_Charlotte: The sound of our breathing fills the silence of the hall. Each inhalation, each exhalation punctuating the tension between us. Every inch of my body throbs with fatigue and pain....feeling my chin, my temple and my tits ache with every heartbeat. I watch you intently, studying your movements. My own breathing is ragged, labored. Sweat drips from my brow, stinging my eyes. I wipe it away, squinting as I fix my gaze upon you. I let my gaze wander over your body, taking in the sight of your heaving chest, your breasts glistening with sweat, your nipples hard and prominent. My gloves clench and unclench subconsciously, reflecting my inner turmoil. I take a sip and know it's time. I tell myself to pace myself, realizing I was tired too soon in the second round. The timer is set...moments later the bell *DING DING* signals round three and with my gloves ready I dash swiftly towards you, peppering your face with fast left jabs, wanting your guard high so I can launch a vicious uppercut right above the belt.

NoelleFights: As we meet in the center of the ring, you move a lot quicker than I anticipate, getting up in my face as I'm still close to my corner. My footwork is more flat-footed than before, and it's clear I'm still recovering from exhaustion. As you reach me, you get my gloves up with a few left jabs, keeping my guard preoccupied before you go low, landing a right uppercut right under my navel. The blow lands hard, and I fold over your fist, my face resting on your bicep as I grab onto you instinctively to try to stay up. My knees went really wobbly from that blow, not sure if I can stay up by myself at the moment. "Hopefully I can grab onto you for just a second," I think to myself.

Fighting_Charlotte: I can feel how impact of my right uppercut reverberates through your body, knocking the wind out of you. My green eyes flash with triumph. You fold in against me and I can feel your grip on me tighten reflexively, steadying yourself. I feel your weight pressing against me as I try to gain distance so I can smash another fist into your face. The sensation of your hot sweaty skin makes me hesitate briefly, considering how to press my advantage further. I can even smell the saltiness of your skin, the muskiness of your body. It's intoxicating, but suddenly, I realize the opportunity presented before me. I seize it, push you back and throw a hard right straight right towards the middle of your face.

NoelleFights: I struggle in vain to hold on to your body to stay up. As you push me off, I'm very wobbly, but able to *kind of* stand on my own. My gloves are hanging around my chest, not anywhere near where they need to be, and you take advantage. In my daze, I'm met with a hard right straight that slams with sickening force into the middle of my face. The impact snaps my head back and sends my legs scrambling to keep me up, backpedaling until I end up in my corner, arms over the ropes. "Unhh...." I groan out as I come to rest, my legs bent inward at each other as my arms are draped over the ropes, propping me up. Some blood is trickling out of my nose now, and I'm heavily dazed.

Fighting_Charlotte: As I connect with your face, I watch you stumble backward. Your arms flail wildly, catching the ropes as you struggle to remain upright. Blood seeps from your nose, staining your chin and then your tits, dripping onto the canvas floor. I can taste victory, and thirsty for it I charge forward, recklessly but determined to finish you off with two powerful strikes to your tits and an uppercut to your chin.

NoelleFights: As I lay helpless on the ropes, your two tit punches land, sending my tits flying up and barely tapping my chin before they fall back down to my chest and jiggle back into place. Shortly after, I'm met with an uppercut to my chin. The blow snaps my head back with little resistance, and my legs give out. My arms are twisted over the ropes, still keeping me off the canvas. I'm able to move my head slightly, looking at the clock. There's still a lot of time, and I start to worry I might get KO'd.

Fighting_Charlotte: The sound of leather to your tits echo through the hall and when my uppercut lands and your head snaps back your legs buckle and you sink down to the canvas a smirk spreads across my face. "How about that for luck" I say, my voice filled with malice "...1....2....3...." Time is running out for you I think while counting...the satisfaction of watching you struggle making me more excited than you can imagine.

NoelleFights: As you start to count, I come to my senses ever so slightly. It's more instinct rather, as I don't want to go out just yet. I paw at the bottom rope, before I end up turning to the ropes and using them like a ladder to climb back to my feet. As I get up to my feet, I'm very wobbly, but I get my gloves up just the same, looking at you with a weak guard, backed up against the ropes, hoping I can run out the clock.

Fighting_Charlotte: As you struggle to your feet, I can't help but admire your tenacity. You're a tough opponent, I have to admit. But it won't be enough. Not today. I stalk towards you, my guard high, breathing hard and moving slower in reality than in my mind. I see the weakness in your guard and thinking I can poach it...I throw a left hook aimed at your ribs...wanting you to open up that weakness further so I can follow it up with a left uppercut to your sweat and blood tainted tit.

NoelleFights: As you push into me with my weak guard, I don't have much hope other than that the bell is about to ring. You easily land at will your left hook to my ribs, bending me over to the side, where I almost tumble over from dizziness, before you follow up with another left uppercut, smacking my right tit up into my chin, exploding sweat and bits of blood everywhere as it jiggles around from the impact. "Aughh..." I groan in pain, falling to my hands and knees...

Fighting_Charlotte: The bell rings, saving you once again. A cruel irony that seems to mock me. I watch you fall to your knees, my fists clenched tightly. I can't help but feel a sense of disappointment, mixed with anticipation. Round four, I think to myself. And I'm going to make it count. I return to my corner, my gloves hanging loosely at my sides. I spit out my mouthpiece, rinse it with water and replace it. I look over at you, kneeling on the canvas, your body glistening. I feel my muscles tense, my breath out of control as my chest heaves violently....

NoelleFights: I barely have the strength to make it back to my corner, having to army crawl and drag my sweaty body across the canvas, leaving a moist trail with bits of blood behind me. As I get to the corner, I barely have the time to do anything, save for rinse my chest and face with some water, before the bell is about to ring once more. I make it up to my feet about 10 seconds before the bell sounds, barely functioning at this point...

Fighting_Charlotte: As the bell rings *DING DING*, I come out of the gate fast, physically exhausted but mentally fueled by adrenaline and determination. This time I go for pressure, throw a jab, a feint, another jab all in an attempt to test your reflexes and force you back towards the ropes. I can see the haze in your eyes, the realization that you've lost more steam than I have. Impatient for you to actually touch the ropes with your back, I step in with the intent to smash my gloves right between you tits.

NoelleFights: I lazily get out to the center of the ring with you, where you start pressuring me back right away. I eat both jabs on my chin, though lightly since I'm backpedaling, before I near the ropes. As I get near them, you smash me with a punch right in between my tits, sending them jiggling around and my breath straight out of my lungs. My arms hook over the ropes to stand as I gasp out desperately trying to get some air, barely hanging on.

Fighting_Charlotte: The impact of my punch sends your tits jolting, bouncing and shaking violently. Your chest heaves, struggling for breath. Your arms drape over the ropes, your gloves dangling limply at your sides. I can see the desperation in your eyes, the fear that you're losing this match. I raise my gloved hands before my face and snap a left right towards your face...getting ready to deliver the final blow into your unguarded belly.

NoelleFights: My undefended face takes both blows clean, just a lifeless ragdoll on the ropes. The lights are on in my head, but there is absolutely no one home. My busted up figure, my swollen and bloodied face and breasts are yours for the finish...

Fighting_Charlotte: With a triumphant roar, I unleash a devastating right hook directly into your gut, aiming to knock the wind completely out of you. As my fist connects, I can feel your body crumple against the ropes, your arms slipping from their grasp. You slump forward, your face hitting the mat with a sickening thud. I stand over you, my chest heaving, my gloves raised in victory. I even forget to count...that is until I look down at you...I start "....1.....2........3...........4.............5" I can't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment.

NoelleFights: I fall to the canvas with all air expelled from my lungs. My body crumples and I fall down onto my face, before I roll over onto my back, arms and legs spread out and eyes closed. My arms and legs begin to twitch as I lay on the canvas, surely not getting up from this one. My chest heaves in and out, trying to get air back into my body.

Fighting_Charlotte: As I stand over you, my gaze lingers on your limp body. ".....6......" Your chest rises and falls, the strain evident on your face. ".....7......" I can't help but admire how your bloodied face and bruised body looks sprawled out on the the canvas, the sight stirring something within me. ".....8...... Get up", I command, my voice low and threatening. ".....9......" I wait, eager to see if you can muster the strength to answer my challenge.

NoelleFights: I'm simply KO'd, and there is no way for me to get up from this one...

Fighting_Charlotte: "....10...."