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Leather & Fury: A Backyard Topless Boxing Beatdown Between Val and Selene

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<Valenzuela> Tomorrow’s fight with Selene is on my mind. The homemade boxing ring sits in the backyard like a shrine to competition. It's a 10x10 platform, ropes strung up between timber frames, and a big mat that cushions the plywood floor. It’s much smaller than the standard 20x20 ring, but that’s part of the beauty of it. There’s nowhere to run here; when you step into the ring, you’re locked in. The ropes come up fast and hard when you’re pushed back. It’s just pure, close combat, you’ve got to stand, take the punches, and swing right back. Punch it out, toe to toe.

<Valenzuela> Selene and I have fought before, but tomorrow feels different. She’s 5'6, 142 pounds, 40 years old with red hair, tough as nails and well-known in these circles. She’s been in the game for a while, and her reputation is solid. We’re both friends, sure, but once we step into that ring, it’s all business. The gloves come on, and we’re enemies, at least for the next few rounds. Afterward, maybe we can share a drink, but in the moment, it’s all about the fight.

<Valenzuela> I'm 30 years old, 125 pounds, 5'3, dark hair—smaller, but I've got the quickness and heart that make up for it. Boxing is my true love. Every fight is a rush for me—pounding fists inside those 8oz gloves, feeling the impact, hearing the sound of leather hitting flesh. My friend stages these contests to help support her family, and I’m proud to help out. The topless women’s boxing gets attention, and the fights make money from the videos. It's a win-win situation.

<Valenzuela> So here I am, gearing up for tomorrow. I'll slip into tight-fitting shorts with yellow stripes on the sides, and some boxing shoes to keep my footing sharp.

I’ll wrap my hands carefully, making sure everything’s just right, before sliding on the black 8oz gloves. I’m not here to just participate, I’m here to win, and I want those gloves to do some damage. I’m not holding back.

<Valenzuela> Selene might be tough, but I’ve got my own reasons for stepping into that ring. It’s not just about proving myself to her.....it’s about feeling alive. After all, once the bell rings, it’s just me against her. My heart races as I think about it....punching, countering, moving, and pushing through the pain until it’s over. One of us will walk out victorious. And no matter what happens, the winner’s buying the drinks.

<Selene_boxer> Unknowingly mirroring my beautiful friend's thoughts, I'm thinking of the unusual ring--absolutely tiny. Almost a cage, a place for a brawl. That can work for either of is--I can't keep her on the end of my punches and out of reach so I can pick her apart, but she can't run. No rest breaks either...once the fight starts, it will only end when someone is knocked cold--or gives, but we aren't the type to give. No mercy, knockoout coming tomorrow--and still friends after the fight

<Selene_boxer> I have invited @natalie to join #Selene_vs_Val.

<Selene_boxer> Last time we fought, it was a war, but she knocked me out in the end--though her face was a MESS! She's super tough and slick. I'm a bit older, and anxious for the fight--the quick moves to avoid a punch, the smack of leather on leather--even better, the thud of leather on sweaty, toned flesh--there's nothing better than the exchange of leather close in--except exchanging leather with a friend, and topless

<Selene_boxer> I look over my gear...classic black Reyes 8 ounce gloves, the essence of pain, contemplating where best to plant them on your hot body...no mercy--Ringside wraps, white shorts with 3 black stripes on each side, white boxing shoes with black trim, my white mouthpiece...and significantly, no top...anything we do to each other will be visible...my nipples are already stiff just from thinking about the upcoming fight

<Selene_boxer> You knocked me out last time, though I hurt you good...I want to even the score, pound you on the ropes, use your face as a canvas for bruises...and feel your gloves on my body, my face--wondering if you'll aim for my tits...pounding my friend, being pounded by her, for the pure joy of it

<Valenzuela> On the day of the fight, I can’t shake the nervous energy coursing through me. The last time I faced Selene, I knocked her out—but it came at a serious cost. A split lip, a swollen right eye, a bloody and bruised nose, and a cut above my left eyebrow.......it wasn’t pretty. In short, I walked away with a mangled face for the thrill of dropping her to the canvas. Now, taking a deep breath, I try not to think about the potential pain that awaits me in the ring. Selene is 10 years older, and while she’s a fitness junkie, maybe she’s slowed down since our last fight. If not, then she’s still hitting like a wrecking ball. The time has come to head to the ring, a place where I’ve never boxed before. My body feels a mix of excitement and dread as I slip into my tight-fitting black shorts and black Everlast gloves, stepping out of the house and into the backyard. Selene isn’t here yet, so I take the opportunity to do a little shadow boxing for the small crowd that’s gathered. I throw a jab, a right hook, a left uppercut, bouncing on my toes, trying to focus, shaking off the nerves. The adrenaline starts to settle in. It’s showtime. The ref will supervise the fight from the ring apron, as it would be hazardous to be in such a small ring with two fighters banging away....I look up and see the video recorder running.

<Selene_boxer> Fight day! Nothing better, especially with a friend who understands the joys of a fight as much as I do. Butterflies run rampant in my stomach; she knocked me out last time, but paid for it--now it's my turn. Lots of hurt coming either way. Pain's an old friend almost--comes with every fight--especially with someone this good. I'm thinking of the toe to toe fight to come as I get ready...shorts, shoes, and finishing off with wraps and gloves--heart racing as I know they won't come off until one of us is out cold...

<Selene_boxer> While I'm still inside, I throw some punches in the air, jabs followed by crunching hooks, conscious of my bare chest, somehow more conscious of it than usual, looking forward to seeing my sexy friend bare chested. I know you're faster, slick, yet with brutal power--a near perfect fighter. I lope out to the ring, hop onto the cooler--hopefully packed with ice for us both after I knock you out--and spring over the ropes, landing on my feet--the ropes bounce in sych with my chest as I throw a jab--rib crunching right hook into the air and smile

<Valenzuela> You enter the ring with quite a leap, and I can feel the whole ring shake as you land. I've now developed a light sheen on my bronze skin after shadow boxing, and give you a faint smile, as I still have some butterflies in my tummy at the thought of standing and banging with you. The ref tells us she will give instructions from the ring apron....and then goes through the usual dribble....my dark Latina eyes remain locked on you....I keep my black gloves up to chest level while the instructions are given, and then we are told to tap gloves....so I extend mine "Ready to get punched out again babe?" I say with a smirk.......and turn to go to my corner to wait for the bell.

<Selene_boxer> Smiling back, green eyes bright in anticipation--looking you over from heat to toe before locking eyes with you at ring center, letting the ref's words, the comments--some ribald, some not--wash over me, the world narrowed to a ten foot square...hearing every breath, the slight scent of sweat...a gentle breeze passing through the yard. "Ready to try? You're going down hard, Hun..." touch gloves with you, and go to my corner...turn to look at you, flexinf my right arm as I look you over, enjoying what I see, ready for the bell

<Valenzuela> My breath settles down and I roll my shoulders up and down to loosen up. I slap my gloves together hard, to make some noise.....I begin to bounce on the balls of my feet, and form an orthodox boxing stance....left glove now leading, left foot leading....elbows tucked in....I tell myself that I'm ready to reduce this redhead to rubble....in record time....DING! DING DING!!!!!!!!!And it starts....I move out of my corner quickly, and as I approach the ring centre, I start to bob side to side erratically, give a quick push with my right glove to feint a jab to see if you react....baiting you....

<Selene_boxer> As the bell rings, I slam my gloves together...moving forward on my toes, classic orthodox stance, elbows in tight, head moving...not as graceful, as fluid as you are...in a low stance...a slight fade as your right comes in, so your right almost reaches me, then drop low, knees bent to get below you as I slide foirward, driving a straight right at your navel, smiling..fun time is HERE tr

<Valenzuela> My right is short, but it was only a feint, to bait you, you weave low fast.....uggggg....a straight right into my navel, your gloved fist going between my elbows, the sound of the hit moves through the backyard and I tighten those abs to absorb the impact, but it still hurts. You are fast, and I did not have time to drop a glove to block. But this is what I wanted, you to commit, and I fire back a left overhand bomb, trying to hit your temple, and then follow this with a quick right hook for your chissled jaw line.

<Selene_boxer> grinning as I catch you square...you're even faster than I remembered, faster than me. As I go to bring my right up, your left slams into the side of my head--you can PUNCH--though not the perfect temple hit you'd been trying for...smiling--THIS is what it's about. Catching the right with my left, I counter with a sharp left hook inside your right, trying to plant black leather in your right eye...staying close, muscles rippling as I try to plant a right uooercut under your chin...no wasting time feeling out

<Valenzuela> My left overhand strikes the side of your head, but not with the force I had hoped for, the temple-shattering blow that would’ve disoriented you. Instead, it lands a bit wider. My right glove is caught on the outside of your left, and suddenly, I realize your left fist is inside my guard, not where I want it to be. Before I can react, all I see is a blur of black leather as you lash out, catching me in the right eye with a vicious hook. The sting is instant, sharp and blinding. Tears well up in my eye, and my vision blurs for a moment, the world turning hazy for a second. I can barely see out of my right eye now, but with my left, I watch as your bicep coils and a nasty uppercut rockets toward my chin. You’re going for the knockout, I can feel it in the power behind that punch. There's no time to think; I barely lean back, feeling the air rush past my face as your 8oz glove pushes the wind toward me. The sting in my right eye burns, and I can already feel the redness creeping in, but there’s no time for weakness. This is stand-and-fight time, not the time to retreat. I don’t back up. Instead, I shoot a quick left straight, aiming directly at your chin and mouth, wanting to land it before you can pull that guard back. Immediately, I drop my right glove, twisting my core to deliver all the power I have into a big uppercut aimed straight for your solar plexus.

<Selene_boxer> right in the eye :) I know how much that hurts, and I had yours looking pretty last time we tangled,,,time to repeat...an evil grin on my face, then WHOOSH! you make me miss. Missing that, I know something wicked this way comes, and there's nothing but air between your left and my head...trying to slip it, but not fast enough; your stinging left tags my lips, black leather crushing them against my mouthpiece...no blood, but it stings, feels like it could be leaking. This is getting intense. I start shifting, looking to counter with a left hook, but you're FAST. I see the pivot, far too late to avoid it, massive pain incoming. All I can do is pivot enough that you don't crush my plexus and end the fight with one punch. Pain shoots through my body as your black leather sinks into me, rearranging my internal organs. I blink from the pain--you hit hard and in a good spot mtc

<Selene_boxer> I gasp, knowing I can't let the agony overcome me--a perfect plexus shot, and I'd already be on the canvas. It takes a split second for me to reset--too close for straight punches, and I need to slow you down NOW. I bend at the knees firing a fast left uppercut, trying to tag the bottom of your right breast, then take a fast step to my right, looking to open the distance and snap a stiff left jab at your sore right eye...that one HURT, and the pain is written on my face

<Valenzuela> My left smacks you straight in the lips, and I can see a dribble of saliva come out, no blood from that one, but it certainly got your attention. My right uppercut was another attention grabber, but you are too good a boxer to take this one clean and twist your body to partially avoid the punch, but still, I think it hurt. You reset with the speed of someone half your age, and before my right is fully back into guard, and I'm again taken by surprise as you dip at the knees, and then send a fast uppercut into the base of my small and droopy right tit, making it pop up and down, and leaving my boob with a good red mark.....my mouth opening in a big O as pain courses through my chest. My natural instinct is to lower my left to protect my girl, and you avail of this by popping a quick left jab back in my already sore eye, and now I'm sure I'll soon have a shiner....my head snaps back from the jab, but I try to hold my ground, sending a straight right towrds your nose, and following this with a high left hook towrds your temple....stand and bang is the name of this game!

<Selene_boxer> I LOVE smashing a girl's tit--sends a warm rush through me, but no time to enjoy the bouncing, the look of pain, the red mark--and that eye is looking good...got to keep working it...you're #$%^&&* FAST, and before I get the jab back, CRUNCH--and this time, I don't move enough, as your small black glove catches the point of my nose, smushing it against my face. Blood starts flowing freely as pain radiates throough my face, my hands drop for an instant. I can see the muscles ripple, they way your body pivots...bending at the knees almost does the trick; your punch catches me just abouve the "off switch" on my temple, snapping my head back, sending sweat flyingd. In a bigger ring, I might open some distance, but there IS no distance. Rattled, yes--hurt--yes--stubborn--very. As you are pulling your left back, I grunt with effort as I try to rip a right uppercut/hook hybrid at your side, looking to snash your floating ribs--pull my right back, and follow with a sharp right hook at your left eye...no defense, raw brawling, trying to use my power to HURT you

<Valenzuela> My right straight does its job and connects with your nose, and the bleeding starts, but often it does not take much to start a nose bleed. I'll take it anyway, and then my left hook connects with the top of your head, but that difficult to reach "off" button is not activated. My left went high, and you are as quick as a cat, snapping a right uppercut/hook hybrid punch into my lower floating ribs, no way I can avoid it, you just sweep it in under my left arm. It feels like a brick just hit me...and those floating ribs are where a punch hurts....you can't take many before your movements are impaired. Your eyes flash as you see the pained expression on my face....And here is where I make a big mistake, I'm glancing now to your left, expecting a left to fly out, but....ya know, that left/right rhythm thing? In stead that fucking right comes out, sweeps over my left shoulder and pounds the fuck out of my left eye....whipping my head to my right. I consider myself a brawler, until I get out brawled, so now is the time to step back a couple of steps, even if it brings me to the ropes, raising my guard, blinking my left eye as it tears up some.

<Selene_boxer> doing a job on each other--that could have done a lot of hurt--the hook could have dropped me easily if I hadn't partly avoided it; blood is covering my face already, hurt from the precise, hard shots you've hit me with--and breathign through my mouth now isn't good...but WOW the feel of my glove on sweaty flesh, the wet THUD, ribs bending, and your face telling me it HURT! Then a shower of sweat--feeling like I hacve a slight advantage as you step back...my left shoulder twiches, a subtle fake of a left jab, then rip a left hook at the side of your sore, sweaty right tit, knmowing that, if you don't go for the fake, you'll have a good shot at me--but WOW the hurt I want to deliver

<Valenzuela> I'm a foot away from the ropes, so enough room to circle when I'm ready....I'm bouncing on my feet, but each bounce sends a jolt of pain through my left side, after your punch to my floating ribs....You're still a beast. My vision clears in my left eye and I can focus, but it stings bad. Then you start what I think is a jab....going for my right eye? NO FUCKING WAY! I raise my right glove, but instead a quick left hook sweeps to my right side and clips the side of my right tit, pushing over into my left boob...ugggg....I got to slow you down, so I send a left jab your nose, and then try step off to my left, trying to circle to the centre of the ring. I need to use my footwork now, as stand and bang is a dangerous game with this bigger woman!

<Selene_boxer> I knew you are good--or the subtle fake wouldn't have even been noticed, but blatant won't fool you. I half expected to get slugged before my punch landed, since it left my face open, but grin as my leather slams your breast sideways. Nice bruising, and the pain...though more shock than long term hurt, keeps you moving. I see the jab coming--too fast to block, slipping sligthtly to my right so it cracks my head just to the side of my bleeding nose--some blood on my chest now as you snap my head back. I counter with a right overhand over your left--fast, hard, but not the best aimed, looking to make you react even if it doesn't hit, looking to move forward

<Valenzuela> I don't move too far to my left, when that right overhand is launched, it's going for my face, but I know my left ward stepping has placed my head too far left, and it lands on my shoulder. You would have known this too, except my jab drove your head back some. I stop in my tracks though, seeing a big opportunity to go under that overhand, so I drop my left and with a twist of my core, send a hard left shovel hook racing towards your liver, and follow this with a quick right uppercut towards your chin, now twisting the core in the opposite direction.

<Selene_boxer> I feel the overhand land as I get my head back in line, ready to follow it with more serious pain, when your black glove smashes into my side--it you'd hit my liver clean, it would be fight over--but CLOSE! I gast in agony, folding over your fist, hands dropping for an instant...an instant too long, as your right smashes into my chin, a demented halo of blood and sweat surrounding my battered head, eyes glassy, sweat-sodden hair flying every which way--rocked by the blows...no room to evade my fastter friend, so step forward, trying to lean my head on your right shoulder and tie you up, chest to chest

<Valenzuela> I bring my left up, because I'm going to let a hook rip at your jaw, but suddenly you are on me, wrapping me tightly in a clinch, your larger breasts pushing into my smaller tits, bullying them. I know that shot to the liver did not land clean, it felt off....and really if it did, you be on the canvass now rather than squeezing the life out of me, and forcing me to hold up a good bit of your superior weight. Both of us have been boxing for two minutes now, and are bodies are slick with sweat. My left arm is caught between us, and my right is still lower, so I give you a quick short hook to your side....no power to it at all as the angle and proximity is all wrong. And now the dance begins, I feel the weight of your body pressing into mine, but that is a strategy as well, to wear me down....I look over your shoulder and see that amateur ref only gawking.....

<natalie> It’s a classic struggle but my old friend Selene has a lot to prove against the gritty Mexican dynamo. Selene has the size advantage and is a decade older which has its plus and minus. Val is fighting with the confidence of someone who’s already decked the fiery ginger and i can only imagine her elation at watching the proud Selene at her feet languishing with the unavoidable shame of defeat. I know both fighters have made a big show of their amity, camaraderie and what-have-you. All fine and dandy for the press. In stark reality they’re both trying hard to beat the piss out of each other and — if that’s all in friendship — they can send each other chocolates after the fight for consolation. Selene has already made good on her statement (“I LOVE smashing a girl’s tit”) twice and the fiery young Mexican has been quite discrete in that regard: too early to tell where that will lead. Both fighters have been bloodied early on and there’s no telling how soon Val’s vision will be seriously impaired, certainly a factor. For now the busty redhead brawler is leading on my card. However, any fight can turn with a lucky 🍀 punch or two, on a moment’s notice and only a fool would predict the final outcome at this time.

<Valenzuela> I can sense the excitement rippling through the small crowd, their energy buzzing as they revel in the relentless back-and-forth battle they've witnessed so far. It’s been a brutal, hard-fought boxing match, every exchange drawing gasps and cheers. Now, however, the dynamic has shifted. They watch intently as the bigger, stronger woman imposes her will on me, locking me in her grasp like a predator toying with its prey. You clinch tight, your muscular arms trapping me against you, refusing to let me break free. Every attempt to push away is met with stubborn force, your weight pressing on me like a punishment, draining my strength as you force me to hold up your weight.

<Valenzuela> I have invited @Linda216 to join #Selene_vs_Val.

<Linda216> I yell "come on Vale! Get out her grip and break her spirit!" Seeing my friend and rival be pinned under the raw muscle of Selene. Admiring the bigger woman but as my heart pounds, my stomach is full of butterflies. I am sure my girl can turn this around.

<Selene_boxer> Holding tight, forcing myself to take shallow, controlled breaths rather than trying to gulp air...I'm woozy from the brutal uppercut, agony from the almost-liver punch--you've got me in trouble, close to going down, but now I have a moment...and the ref isn't calling us to break. Lean on you, making you support my weight--ignoring the short hooks tapping my side...a few of them are nothing to worry about, and we won't be here for long. Whisper, "Nice shot...you're tough!" as I use my weight and strength to hold you for another second---admitting to myself that I like it here. I hear the yells, Linda encouraging you...try to work you around, back to the corner, and shove you backwards HARD...grin as I bring my guard up, green eyes bright on by bloodied face, a maniacal grin on my face...

<Valenzuela> I’m exhausted from being manhandled like a ragdoll, but with your muscular arms locked around my body, there’s no point in wasting energy struggling. Every breath I take reminds me that I’m not just trapped, I’m carrying your weight too, your strong, sexy body pressing against mine, draining me even further. I blink, and the ache in my swollen eyes flares up again; a harsh reminder of the bruising you’ve inflicted. My vision pulses with pain, my two black eyes throbbing, and I hear Linda’s voice shouting encouragement from outside the ring. But it’s fading into the background, drowned out by the reality of what’s happening......I’m being forced back, step by step, towards the corner. BAM!!!!!! A mighty shove sends me crashing into the red-padded turnbuckle, my back slamming into it with enough force to make the entire structure groan in protest. The wooden base creaks, almost as if it’s about to splinter under the impact, but it holds. I gasp, my eyes snapping wide open, just in time to see you. You’re already in an on-guard stance, faster than me, and the look on your face, wild, relentless, almost feral, freezing me for a second.

<Selene_boxer> I expected you to be all over me in an instant, a hurricane of leather coming at me, but I have that extra instant as you catch your balance, even as the ref looks on like she's enjoying the show more than refereeing...seeing the pain on your face...realizing I'm possibly winning the fight, though the blood everywhere is all mine...breathing through my mouth. Hoping you're slightly stunned by being shoved into the corner, I step forward...ripping a straight right at your face, a good blend of speed and power, trying to smush your nose against your face...a slight fake of a left hook at your eye, then drop low, the lights reflecting off my sweaty, bloody skin, muscles rippling as I load up a left hook, aiming right below your floating ribs...sacrificing defense to pour on the hurt

<Valenzuela> The shove does exactly what you had hoped for, it gives you a second longer to get into position then me, and now I'm trapped like an animal in the corner. The right straight was an excellent choice of tools, fast, and powerful, WHAP! it hits my nose with speed and power and rocks my head backwards, I can feel your knuckles as the padding compresses over my nose, and when the glove is pulled back, blood is dribbling and my eyes are teary. The feint of the left hook towards my eye was not needed, as I've already been encouraged to get my guard back up to protect my fucked up nose and fucked up eyes. The left drops low, as quick as a lightening bold, and suddenly your gloved fist comes in hard to my floating ribs, and having been hit there earlier, this punch REALLY hursts. I let out a sharp gasp of air, the pain to the ribs is quite severe, but I have no time to spend adjusting to this, as you are boxing like a brawling beast. As I glance at you, your tits are bouncing from the twist of your core to deliver that blow. It feels like my left side has been caved in, so my counterpunch is from my right....a solid right cross flies out heading for those lips, and whether I hit or not, when I pull back my right I'll send another cross out towards your face hoping to hit something....anything....so I might push past you to get out of this trouble.

<Linda216> "come on Vale!" I scream with eyes wide. I see the blood running from her nose. The damage to her once gorgeous face, now marked up by the heavy hands of Selene. Part of me wants to cry, the other cheer the brutality of what I am witnessing. My hands are tightly clenched at my sides.

<Selene_boxer> As my glove flattens your nose, my eyes sparkle--I LOVE the feel of flattening someone's nose good, know well how much it hurts...flashing you a bloody grin in the instant we both know my hook is going to land, seeing you realize how much this is going to HURT. All I can smell is my own blood as my glove plows into your bruised flesh--the gasp of pain a real rush for me--focussed on HURTING, imagining your insides being rearranged...POW!!! your right comes over my left, landing right on target, snapping my head back in a halo of blood and sweat...as I try to get my left up, the second right slams into my jaw...staggering back a couple of steps, giving you room to get clear...getting my hands up and facing you, blood all over my face, some on my bouncing chest...

<Valenzuela> I stagger out of the corner, my breath coming in ragged, shaky gulps as the pain in my ribs radiates like wildfire through my torso. Every step away from that red-padded corner feels like an escape from hell. My nose is wrecked, my body screams in protest, and both eyes are black and blue. Selene, bloodied but grinning like some kind of deranged warrior queen, is already resetting, gloves up, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths. You love this, the pain, the fast movements of the fight. I roll my shoulders, shaking out my arms as I circle, blinking through the blood and sweat stinging my eyes. I can hear Linda screaming my name, her voice cutting through the haze of my battered mind. I suddenly explode forward, ignoring the fire in my ribs, twisting my hips hard as I sling a vicious right hook towards your ribs, keeping my left to cover my own battered ribs.

<Selene_boxer> Watching...rather than circling, I step with you--my reach means that you need to step in to hit me. I wink at you, eyes darting to your lovely chest which bears my mark as we move; I also need to recover,,,,long red hair soaked with sweat, face and chest covered with blood--I know you love this as much as I do--raw mayhem, hurting each other. As you move in, so fast, obviously committing--not a fake...too much body behind it. The extra few inches gives me just enough time to block the hook with my elbow as I put a bit more weight on my left foot. The loud smack certainly gets the attention of everyone. The instant the leather connects with my elbow, I lash out with a left uppercut, trying to catch the bottom of your jaw

<Linda216> I gasp as I hear the impact of Selene's glove on Vale. Almost sounding like a gun shot going off as I cover my mouth. Crowd around me roaring for more. I am just stuck in my seat worried for my friend.

<Valenzuela> The moment my fist smashes into your elbow instead of your ribs, I realize my mistake too late. My arm bounces off, the impact sending a jarring shock up my forearm. My balance is thrown off, my momentum still carrying me forward from the failed punch. And that’s when your left arm suddenly surges upward, a blur in my dazed vision. “Shit—!” Before I can even think to react, BOOM!!!!!!! your uppercut slams under my jaw, snapping my head back viciously. The force explodes through my skull, my vision flashing white as my brain rattles in my skull. Spit and blood spray from my lips as I feel my entire body jerk backward, feet stumbling, struggling to stay up, until my ass bounces off the canvass for a brutal knockdown, still conscious, but struggling to regain my senses, seeing Selene stand over me.

<Selene_boxer> So much pounding...all the sweeter because I see you know what's coming before it gets there...some of your blood and sweat lands on my face. I step back, admiring the way you look laid out on the canvas, tits swaying from the impact, your whole body the canvas for my art. I look out at thesmall crowd, smiling as I raise my hands in the air. A step back to the neutral cotrner--though the amateur ref starts countuing before I'm all the way back. I lean on the ropes, taking careful, controlled breaths--the pace has been incredible. I lick our blood off my lips as the referee reaches 5. I try to meet the eyes of future opponents, then go back to focusing on you, a sweet grin on my face--the sort that might be an invitation in a more social setting. I knew instantly that this wasn't a knockout punch, but may well be setting one up...but I can't be careless--you pack power in both fists, and one of us will end up unconscioous

<Valenzuela> My fucking skull feels like it’s been struck by a sledgehammer, the sharp, splitting pain radiating from my jaw down to my neck. I blink to clear my vision, static dancing in the corners of my eyes as I stare up towrds the sun as it move behind a cloud. My jaw throbs, my tongue tasting the metallic tang of blood. My body is slow to obey me, I know I need to get up, but my limbs feel sluggish and heavy. My ribs scream from the earlier body shots, my arms tremble as I push against the mat, my body swaying as I plant my right hand down, forcing myself onto my knees. FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! The room tilts violently as I try to lift my head. My neck barely holds the weight, my body swaying like I might collapse again. I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing myself to take in deep, steady breaths, trying to shake off the numbing buzz of pain. EIGHT! I press my foot against the mat, my leg wobbling as I push up to standing. The world spins, my stomach turns, I dig deep, pulling every ounce of stubborn pride out of my battered body. My gloves come up in a loose guard, my breath ragged, my chest rising and falling fast. My eyes, swollen and bloodshot, lock onto Selene’s. I take a step forward, swaying slightly but standing my ground. I suck in a deep breath and wipe the blood off my mouth with the back of my glove before raising them again. This ain't over!

<Linda216> I look worried. Taking a few deep breaths as my friend looks like a car hit her. The blood dripping off her cuts is a sight to behold. I scream "come on! You are a warrior! Kick this bitches arse!" Trying to fire Vale up. My fists are tightly clenched as I will her on, part of me wishing it was me fighting for her right now.

<Valenzuela> I realize that Linda has been shouting at me to get up, and I nod to her, as if to say....thanks....I'm standing......

<Selene_boxer> As I hear Linda's cheers, I point my left fist at her, shake my chest, smile, as the audience yells for the extra show. "You're next" I mouth...

<Valenzuela> I smirk at Selene, breathing hard, I don't waist my breath, but instead wave my gloves at her, the universal sign that means "BRING IT!"

<Selene_boxer> I knew you would not stay down if you could possibly get up--watching, assessing your condition--Linda put aside in my mind for now--dropping into a low stance, iimpressed that you got up--as tough as I remember from the last fight, and certainly dangerous. I edge forward--flat footed, breathng hard...my graceful head and body movements replaced by an implaccable determination--just before I get into your reach, I slide my left leg back, hoping my switch to southpaw will take you off guard...snap a right jat at your nose, muscles rippling, grunting with the effort as I really load up a southpaw left hook, aiming for the bruises on your side, but happy no matter where it hits...more power than speed, looking to do some real damage

<Valenzuela> I'm determined to win this fight, even if it kills me, and as you approach me, dropping into a low stance, that you might actually do that! I raise my guard, my eyes and nose can't take any more, not to mention my jaw......and then suddenly your right leg is leading, but I've fought many gals that were real Southpaws, so the jab at my nose is snuffed easily on my guard, but the left hook connects with my ribs after the jab distracts me, and I let out a grunt from the pain, but step forward to counter with a right straight at your chin, hoping to go over your left guard, and then moving a little closer, a left hook at your jaw, breathing hard and sucking up the pain from your hook to my ribs.

<Selene_boxer> All the jab needed to do was distract you--that grunt is music to my ears. I'm slowing down, your right flies over my left, snapping my head back--my hands drop a trifle, and as my head's moving, my jaw is open. Your left catches me clean, my face contorted like a fun house mirror's as my head's slammed sideways...determined to stay on my feet, but just can't, landing on my right side, hurting like hell, seeing two of you as the sun reflects off my sweaty form, right glove over the bottom rope--eyes glassy but open as I wonder why I'm down here--part of me knowing I have to get up, the other part thinking that this is a great view...

<Valenzuela> I drop my gloves to my sides as there is no point expending energy holding them up, as this lady might just get back to her feet. This has now become a real slug fest and I walk to a neutral corner as the sow comes back out from behind a cloud, making the sweat on my chest glisten. I put one foot on the top lower rope, as I watch the ref begin her count on Selene, reaching the count of 5. "Stay down Selene!, you don't wanna get back up!" I his through panting breathes.

<Linda216> "that's it Vale! You have her now!" I roar, my heart pumping like crazy. I have to admit my pussy is dripping in my white thong. Wearing blue jeans isn't helping as I am loving seeing Vale come back against this cocky cunt.

<Selene_boxer> My jaw feels like it's been torn half off by the repeated blows--determined not to let my smaller friend beat me twice running. My right glove already over the rope, I start pulling myself slowly to my feet, feeling like I weigh a ton...on one knee, I take a secoind to collect myself--if I stumble, I certainly won't be able to recover, then HEAVE myself to my feet with a groan...flat footed, glassy eyed, back to orthodox--back to seeing just one of you, but blurry. bringing my gloves up--the amateur ref doesn't waste time with checking people out, but says "Fight!" as I start edging my way towards you

<Valenzuela> I feel like this boxing match is looking more like a bar room brawl between two drunk bitches, neither of whom will give up. My body staggers out of the corner to meet yours, the damage is now two black eyes, a bloody nose and some bruised ribs on both sides of my body, but then you don’t look too much better off then me. So here we go again….I step forward in orthodox stance, circling to my right, snapping off a quick left jab towards your temple, hoping to go over your guard. “EAT IT!”

<Selene_boxer> My whole face is a bloody mess, breathing hard--awed at you're still fighting--as stubborn as I am...this is a contest of endurance now---not expecting whoever goes down next to get up...that jab, so not a power shot, yet feels like one, slamming my head sideways. I come back with a right straight--aimed for your jaw, but slow and lacking snap--really happy to have it land anywhere...meeting your eyes, showing you the respect due a tough opponent

<Valenzuela> My jab lands clean, but it was more to test your reflexes, and then you counter with a right straight, aimed at my jaw, but it is slow, and lacks snap, and I'm expecting something to come from your right, to avail of my out of place left guard. Because it's slow off the mark, and because I expect your right to come out, I can slip my head to my left and let your right go over my right shoulder inspite of my poor remaining refelexes. It's now or never for me, so I give my counter punches everything I got, sending a shovel hook towrds your liver, hopping to go under your extended right, and follow this with a right uppercut towards your jaw or chin, hoping to punch up between your arms, and I can pressing into you, swinging a left hook at your jaw line....not waiting for guard to return after each punch....not bothering about defense....

<Selene_boxer> When my right goes by, hitting nothing but air, I stumble slightly, just as your hook rips into my side. I gasp in agony as your black glove sinks deep into my sweaty side, folding over your glove...my hands low just as your right SMASHES into my chin, slamming my head back; I fall back into the ropes, glassy eyed, arms limp...BOOM!--the steady hammering sending blood and sweat everywhere...the audience shifts as some try to avoid the shower, and others want to have a fighter's blood on their shirt or face. I'm wide open for your hook, which cruelly contorts my face, slamming me into the corner. My strong arms that have done so much damage are limp at my sides, eyes glassy, held up only by the ropes, whole body wide open to your fists, a goofy smile on my face

<Valenzuela> I can smell victory in the air, mixed with the sweat and blood dripping off both our battered bodies. My lungs burn, my ribs scream, but none of that matters anymore, my blood is fueled by a fresh serge of adrenalin, and at the thought of hurting you. I see you wrecked, helpless just hanging on the ropes, barely conscious. Your eyes are dazed, unfocused, lips parted in a dumb, stunned grin. The ref, who should stop this fight NOW, and call a TKO, is off trying to chat up Linda…… I dig my feet into the mat and unleash boxing hell. A vicious right hook towards your jaw, hoping to snap your head violently to the side. I step in closer, sweat flying as I coil my core for a brutal left uppercut into your solar plexus, hoping to hear a choked gasp escape your lips, but I won’t let you drop yet. A nasty right cross sailing towards your bloody nose, wanting to crush it against your face. And then I try to bury a right uppercut deep into your navel, wanting to dig into your body like a wrecking ball. And then a final, merciless left hook sent flying towards your jaw…… I’m done, ready to drop to my knees, exhausted, and spent, not able to throw another punch.

<Selene_boxer> I can see what's coming, but can't move my arms, my gloves limp at my sides, arms that have fucked you up good useless, exposed to your punches wherever you chose to massage a tough redhead. As you unleash your right, I smile,

<Selene_boxer> lifting my chin for you, acknowledging that you BEAT me, earned the right to use me as a heavy bag--your right lands with the sharp crack of a perfect punch, the black leather slamming my head around, jarring my already rattled brain even more, then the wet THUD of your left sinking in right where you want it, exquisite agony as you rearrange my insides--one of the most painful blows in boxing, a finishing punch all by itself...doubling me over, pain contorting my ruined face, knees buckling--you could just step back and let me fall...

<Selene_boxer> mtc

<Selene_boxer> But that's not what we are--great friends, who beat the shit out of each other, and you aren't done...as I start sinking to the canvas, your black leather CRUSHES my nose--the crunch leaving no doubt for anyone . that you broke it good. The crowd sounds like 10 times its number as you keep giving me your brutal massage, ny firm, sweaty breasts bouncing with each blow you land..."Hit her tits!" coming from some of the raucous spctators, as you slam me into the ropes; I can't go down with you in front of me, constantly pummeling me mtc

<Selene_boxer> My agonized gasp is only audible to you and anyone very close---Bent over, I can see yor muscles ripple as you drive the uppercut into my relaxed body; it feels like you're punching my spine from the front, almost lifting me off the canvas....only the force of your blow, your leather deep inside me keeping me on my feet...yet still conscious, somehow, feeling the beating almost everywhere. As you wind up the left hook, I manage a weak smile--my arousal clear to everyone here...a slight nod as I lift my chin, making it easy...mtc

<Selene_boxer> giving myself to you, deliverately giving you the best shot I can--not that many would see that---POW!@!!! the left copntorts my face again--my whoe face is a mass of black and blue, blood pouring from my broken nose,, spattering everywhere...as you pause, I crumple to the canvas out cold, curled up on my left side in a fetal position...the camera moves to show the agony on my face...thoroughly beaten

<Valenzuela> I can only just stand there, panting, drenched in sweat and blood, my muscles trembling with exhaustion. Your body collapses, tumbling onto the mat in a heap. You don’t even brace yourself. Just crash, landing on your side, curled up, completely wrecked. Your body twitches slightly, and I hear the soft, ragged breath escaping your lips, but you’re ko’d. I look down at you, admiring my work. Admiring the warrior I defeated. Your face is a masterpiece of destruction.......black and blue, lips swollen, nose twisted and dripping blood, your eyes shut tight in the deepest, dreamless sleep. I slowly raise my fists, the pain melting away under the rush of pure euphoria. I did it. I beat the legendary Selene, not once, but twice. I fucking did it. I stagger back a step, nearly collapsing myself, but I catch myself on the ropes. My lungs burn, my ribs ache, but all I feel is the high of dominance. The thrill of breaking you down. I spit a wad of blood onto the canvas, then look down at you one last time, shaking my head with a satisfied smirk. "Sleep tight, chica." I raise my arms once more, then move over to you, dropping to my knees to help the ref revive you…….”Drinks are on me chica, so wake up!”

<Selene_boxer> Not quite unconscious, but moaning softly--the amateur referee realizing that Linda's more focused on the ring than her, belatedly starts the 10 count--she was here more to try to pick someone up than referee---as she reaches 9, I struggle to move, left hand reaching for the bottom rope when I hear "TEN!" and stop trying to rise, letting myself drop back to the canvas--trying a seductive smile, so inconvrouse on my smashed face, look you in the eye and say, "Gonna need a had up--great fight!"

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