Female Boxing Federation

Alia Boxer -- With everything going on in my corner I couldn't get a view across the ring, but from the reaction of the crowd I could make a good guess on how your corner was getting you ready again ... The thought giving me another charge as I step out of my corner with a purpose, again feeling the wetness between my thighs ... DAMNIT, I tell myself, start punishing that tall frame instead of ogling it, but easier said than done as I watch you rise and approach me again, the corner work obviously working since you look like nothing's happened in the first two rounds except for the sheen of sweat that glows under the hot ring lights and accentuates you in all the right places ... But I press toward you, hissing, "TIME TO FIGHT NOW, BITCH!" but not sure you could hear over the crowd roaring and expecting the same type "action" they saw in the first two rounds ... My guard up and popping out a couple of stiff left jabs but then circling, not charging in like the last two rounds, seeing how you'll lead the dance as I look for punishing counters ...

Shygirlclare -- The bell rings to start round three and I'm on my toes bouncing as my firm young breasts bounce with me. I get my guard up. The effects from my orgasm between rounds are already fading. I'm fresh and looking to win this round. You fire off a few left jabs testing me. Your first left I dodge and the second hits harmless into my golden gloves. I'm staying out of your reach knowing you have to come to me. You yelled "time to fight now, bitch!" “Yep, it's time to put on a boxing clinic,” I hiss back as I circle you, moving around you fast. I fire a left jab targeting your nose. I retreat with my guard up and then shoot another left jab again targeting your nose.

Missing with one left and getting the next one blocked, thinking that I saw a bit of a grin on your face after my taunt but before you circle and slide-step while shooing the jab, my glove blocking it but you circle even quicker and the left splits my guard, tagging the middle of my face again ... damnit, you're seeming to get quicker and your hands faster with each round ... but trying to be patient, popping out another high jab to hopefully grab your attention before I drop my level just enough to shoot a LEFT-RIGHT at those firm bouncing tits, before I do my own circle-away, pushing off with the right to create distance again and waving it between us, trying to goad you to come in after me ...

Shygirlclare -- I hit your face but I don't open up your nose like I wanted to. You test me again with a high jab that I let hit me in the chin knowing it was probably a distraction. I've seen your real jabs and that wasn't one. The jab did sting but it allowed me to be ready for a left right combination towards my tits. Even though I was ready the left punch semi- got through. I wince from the pain. I dance again as you retreat. I stick to my game plan and I dance around a bit staying out of your reach. I throw two more left jabs targeting your nose again. I then again retreat.

Alia Boxer -- My glove does bang through your guard for a moment, my left popping your right boob before we separate again, but you don't take the bait and instead stay at a distance, using that reach to pepper my gloves that are up to protect my head and face, pushing my own leather back into me ... but quickly coming with an answer since you're now expecting my left, almost leaping to send a biting right hook at your cheek and coming behind it with my left in an uppercut hoping to rake it across a tit and wind up under your chin, time to get physical ...

Shygirlclare -- You obviously are protecting your nose. Any person under these circumstances would. My jabs are only hitting your gloves. I was hoping you might be slower at this point. You send a huge right to my cheek that I dodge but I'm a little off balance. I can't possibly stop your left hand uppercut to my tit. Being off balance that's where it lands. My right breast jiggles from the collision. The pain is sharp as I get my feet under me. I dance around again staying out of reach. I ask you to kinda chase me. I'm younger in the best shape of my life so I feel endurance is an ally. What's not an ally is your power. I dance away but my right tit is throbbing. Again I square up and keep my distance throwing two left jabs trying to split your guard, the first slower than the second to mess with your timing.

Alia Boxer -- The feeling of tit flesh mashing under my glove sends a little charge through me, and I see just enough of a grimace to know it hurt some ... not that it's slowing you down any, since you quickly slid away and just out of range enough to make it a little frustrating, especially since I'm missing with way too many punches ... Trying to keep the pressure on and slide in, having to push away a left hand and sliding in again -- only to have my face meet up with a quicker left, one that slides off my nose and smacks my eye socket solid, making me blink and tear up some, damn those gold gloves are fast I think to myself as you dance away, still looking fresh as I follow, leaning to avoid another possible stiff left jab and sending my own left hook, going for your cheek but also going for your attention as I twist to get something behind a straight right hand aiming for face and nose and a little of your own medicine, although I have to get closer to feed you that medicine as I lean in behind the right, trying to cut your retreat and aim you back toward ropes or corner and get to some more infighting ...

Shygirlclare -- You block my first jab as I predicted. I then snap off another quick left jab that connects with mostly your eye. I try retreating forcing you to chase me. I still feel fresh but the sweat rolling down my forehead says otherwise. You chase me and I can sense some frustration from you. Maybe you might get reckless. You charge in with a left hook that I easily dodge but it's the straight right that connects. I see the right at the last moment as I try to retreat again. I go to dodge but it connects just under my left eye. I dance away again as you stalk me. I try to pretend I'm OK but I can feel the sting and it's not going away. I probably have some swelling. The crowd cheers your hit and starts to boo at my tactics of retreating. I again go for yet another left jab but it's a fake as I throw my right going for right below your belly button. I then step in and throw a left hook at the exact same spot. I follow it up trying to sneak a right uppercut to your chin at close range. Maybe too close?

Alia Boxer -- I get caught with my hands up high with my left missing but my right banging just below that eye, already seeing a growing welt there that I'll try to work on, but before I can do that .. "UNHH ... UUNNFFF" those gold gloves dig my body, damnit you haven't thrown a body punch in over a round and I wasn't ready, grimacing and doubling over some as I feel the solid contact and the crowd screaming again as my gloves drop from the low shots and you move in, a little surprise but pretty smart following the body punches ... but seeing you reloading the right and I know you're not going downstairs with it again, quickly jinking my head right as your upper slides across my ear instead of chin and I know it's time to get physical, with your right behind my head I shoot my left, a biting uppercut aiming to bounce that right boob, and twisting to do the same with my right, targeting the second upper under the left tit ... and looking for more hot exchanging while in close, rechambering the left for a shoveling hook right above that damp and gleaming V, the inside trading getting my own juices flowing again ...

Shygirlclare -- I hit you with both body shots as I close in. I see you doubled over in pain I go for a right uppercut that misses the intended target because you dodged it gracefully. My uppercut hits your ear which I’m guessing has to sting. To your credit you come right back at me. You hit me with some uppercuts to my breasts. They jiggle a bit but because of how close we are I’m not feeling pain. I bet in a few hours when my adrenaline goes away I'll feel it. I decide to close in when I feel a right hook that instead of pain I get a wave of pleasure. You hit me right in my pubic hair. The referee warns both of us to watch where our punches land. With that wave of pleasure I want to feel the warmth of your body. I go in for a tight clinch again trying to get my left thigh in a position to stimulate your clit. With my chin on your shoulder I whisper into the same ear that I hit which is noticeable red. "I sooo want you." The crowd roars its approval.

Alia Boxer -- I could feel the jiggle of tit flesh from my uppers even though my gloves, but as taut as your body is it barely made an impact except for getting those nips even more rock-hard ... but the low shot did draw some shudders and I could feel hot breath shooting from you in close, barely hearing the ref's yells over the huge screams of the crowd. I figured THAT would back you up some and let me cut off the ring, getting you where I want you in a corner or against the ropes ... but instead you move in even closer and those long and surprisingly strong arms wrap me up and instantly I feel that quad muscle pressing between my thighs -- right where you had me back in the first round -- and hear you whispering in my ear, the voice alone sending as much of a wave of pleasure through me as the thigh-job my clit is getting ... Fuck, I want you too, but not before I knock your ass out -- but that thigh is going to work again, I try to match with my own thigh inside but your taller frame lets you get to the perfect spot, and I can feel the fight slowly draining out of me, my gloves trying to batter your sides but can't get any power into the punches with my arms clinched hard, and while I'm vainly trying to punch I feel you leveraging us around and in what seems like only seconds my back's against the ropes and our combined bodies are bowing the springy velvet ropes out hugely, keeping me off balance and also hampering my ability to fight back ...

Shygirlclare -- I fully have my left thigh on your pussy. I can feel your clit exposed from its hood. You must be incredibly turned on. I'm lucky my corner woman was able to get me to cum between rounds. I push your back into the ropes. I nurse your damaged earlobe with my tongue. I can feel you still have fight in you literally. You are hitting my sides with enough force that it hurts. Luckily I have your arms mostly pinned down. I ignore the pain and I test the ropes’ limits again. I push your body as far as it will take us. I can actually see what our drop would be. My thigh vigorously rubbing against your clit. I can feel you getting wetter and wetter with each moment. With you bent as far down and back as you can go I get my right up and I just start punching down on your unprotected nose and face. I put everything I have onto these shots. All the leverage is on my side as my body pins your body.

Alia Boxer -- I can hear my corner screaming "GET OUT OF THERE!" even over the huge roar of the crowd, but my struggles to get free have mostly been wasted energy, your heavy lean against me pinning me against the ropes and bent so far back that I feel close to going out on the apron ... the ref useless and watching your thigh-fuck as my biceps are pinned to my sides by your wrapped arms, only able to twist home punches as hard as I can but not enough to do any damage ... All the damage being done by your quad muscle, taking advantage of me bent hugely over the ropes to work on my hard and throbbing clit, the thigh massage has me ready for an eruption and the tongue in my ear sends me over the edge, my body going limp and shuddering as I lock eyes and see the grin on your face, just as you let go one side of the clinch and right hands hammer my face, trying to pull up my left but only blocking a few as gold leather slams me repeatedly, feeling my nose bust open again and my eye getting drilled as your right feels like a jackhammer on my open face ... slowly beating me down the ropes until I'm sitting on the canvas, blood streaming down my chest and gloves at my side, haven't had a beatdown like this maybe ever as I'm dazed and leaning against the ropes, pussy boiling as you tower over me, gloves in the air as the crowd roars, thinking the fight is over and it may be, my orgasm and the face beating have me in awful shape ...

Shygirlclare -- With time running down in round 3 I can feel your pussy and leg twitch, a sure sign of an orgasm. I get my right up and I punch down on your nose and eye over and over. To your credit you have the wherewithal to get your left up. You even deflect a few. I'm a huntress now trying to finish my sexy prey. One right...then another.....then another. Blood is now gushing from your nose and some from a fresh cut on your eye. Your corner is pleading with you to escape. Still I'm without mercy now. I hammer another right until you slide down my body. Our sweat acting as a lubricant making it easier. Finally the referee gets between us. DOWN!!! I do not want to stop but my cornerwoman snaps me out of my blood lust. The referee escorts me to a neutral corner as I force myself to just breathe.

Alia Boxer -- Trying to focus and shake my aching head after taking a beating from those gold gloves, focusing enough to see the evil look on your face until the referee pushes you away, and now the grin as she takes you across the ring ... giving me some recovery time and I need it for sure, my lower body still shuddering and my legs not working from the huge orgasm you coaxed from me, and my head woozy from the barrage of punches that opened up the blood flow from my nose and puffed up my left eye until it's almost shut ... the referee picks up the count at "5! 6!" when she gets back and I'm not close to getting to my feet, despite the yells from my corner ... the title drifting away from me as I hear the "7! 8!" -- but abrputly the "DINGGG!" to end Round 3, saved by the bell as my corner crew flies through the ropes and carries me to my corner, one under each arm as I hit the stool heavily, only now hearing the roaring of the crowd as I look across the ring past the frantic work of my corner crew, seeing you looking relaxed and waving to the crowd, inciting them even more ... A big ice pack dropped between my thighs, another on my eye and another next to my nose as my trainer packs Vaseline and tries to slow the bleeding ... "YOU WANT ME TO STOP THE FIGHT?" she yells. "THIS BITCH IS BEATING YOU WITH HER GLOVES AND WITH HER SEX! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?", trying to arouse and motivate me ... "YOU GOTTA GET MEAN AND TURN THIS INTO A FIGHT!" she yells just as the warning buzzer sounds, only seconds until Round 4 ...

Shygirlclare -- I watch from a neutral corner as the referee starts her count. At 7 it looks like you’re not going to make it. I raise my arms imagining what I honestly thought was the impossible. I fixate on one fan that obviously bet on you screaming at the top of his lungs begging you to get up. The count reaches eight and still nothing from you. DING DING.... The referee declares the end of round three. My heart sinks because I had it. My sexy battered opponent literally saved by the bell. The arena erupts believing they just saw a knockout...then a huge ohhhhh as they realize what actually happened. My cornerwoman recognizes my disappointment and goes out and grabs me by the arm and guides me to my corner. I see your staff carrying you back to your corner. Once there I'm told to forget about what happened and focus on the new reality. My mission is not accomplished yet. She takes a sponge and wipes my body down. The water drips down only to be soaked up by my dark trimmed bush. My corner woman puts a cold press on my damaged eye. "Clare, look at her." I look across and I see a wrecked gladiator and a corner team panicking as they try to get you ready. "Put her away this round!" I nod. My corner woman sticks her finger into my pussy to check on me. "You OK down there? It’s pretty wet." I inform her I'm good. The buzzer sounds to start round four.

Alia Boxer -- My trainer's uncharacteristic yells and screams shocks me back into focus just at the warning buzzer sounds, the now-removed ice packs doing their job in also shocking me back, still getting my breathing back to normal as I watch you across the ring still looking fresh except for that left eye that I'll make a mental note of ... Trying to figure a way to counter your talents and an idea pops to mind, "PULL ME OFF THE STOOL AND PUSH ME OUT OF THE CORNER," I yell back at my trainer, who looks confused but then nods with a slight grin, and at the "DING!" for Round 4 and she drags me off the stool and shoves me toward mid-ring as I do my best to look dazed and out-of-it and carry out the ruse, almost stumbling over my boots, gloves up in a tight cocoon like I'm only trying to survive more punching and pummeling ... Hoping you'll take the bait as I slow-walk toward you, not reaching mid-ring with you coming out quickly, knowing you and your corner talked about ending it this round, waiting for an opening and I've got a plan if I can get that opening ... Trying to keep eye contact between my gloves and not look at that body that looks even better fully wet with water and sweat ...

Shygirlclare -- I step out of my corner and I dance on my feet showing I'm fresh. My arms are feeling a little heavy but I'll survive. Across the ring I see your team all but drag you up to your feet. I look to the referee to see if she wants to call it. We'll apparently not. DING... The bell rings to start round four. I'm still cautious because that's kinda my nature. I clearly won Round One with two official knockdowns and Round Three with another near knockout. Even round two where I got knocked down I got up and clearly won the rest of the round. To add to it I've scored an orgasm from you in all three rounds. My confidence is growing. When I see you coming out seemingly looking to survive I press my attack. I rush in excited negating my reach advantage. I throw a right/left 1-2 combination, both hooks targeting right above your pussy. I want a sexual knockout.

Alia Boxer -- Watching you come out quickly, just as I hoped, and looking to attack my seemingly shaken frame as you go for the kill ... My gloves high in a cocoon, arms and elbows fenced in front hoping you'll be looking to send those golden gloves low and start me on a path to another orgasm ... And sure enough, as you rush in I see those gloves low and arms cocked, going for an early pussy shot as I bend just enough in to get my elbows tight in front, the force of your punches still sending some shudders through me but not enough to slow my reaction with your gloves low, a big opening up high as I shoot first my left and then my right up at your unprotected chin, my solid biceps bulging and trying to send your jaw into the third row of the screaming crowd ... and going for broke, coming back with another combo, left and right hooks up high, as fast as I can cock back and re-shoot, trying to drive you backward if I can land some of these shots -- because I've also got a plan if I can get you against the ropes, getting a little payback for getting badly out-sexed in the first three rounds ...

Shygirlclare -- I hit you hard with both shots below the belly button. Before I can go back to the body with another left you sneak in a shot to my chin that snaps my head back. I take a few steps back and get my gloves up. You throw another combo that I fortunately block but again I take a step back. You seem to be using an energy from a reserve that only a champion has. Again you throw a combo that this time has my back to the ropes. The crowd roars this improbable comeback. I duck, dip and dodge your gloves as I try to protect myself. I try a tight right hook to your sides to try and give you something to think about.

Alia Boxer -- I could feel that first left bang off your chin even through the glove padding even as your head flies back, sweat going up toward the lights as you quickly retreat, guard quickly back up ... The step back makes my second upper catch only gold glove, and you dodge and weave and parry and make both my hooks only catch air -- damn, this bitch is a LOT better boxer than I planned on, I think to myself as my shots miss ... But each block and each duck forces you back all the way across the canvas until your back hits the ropes, YEAH, I think, just as a hard hook tags my left side and gets an "UNNFFF" from me, those long arms can get some punch momentum ... but that almost helps me as I body up, turning my punch-target left side into you, my left arm and glove pushing up, my forearm under your chin trying to hold you upright and against the ropes, figuring a normal ref would break us but she let you thigh-bang me last round so she's busy enjoying herself, my body pinning yours to the ropes and keeping your big right hand behind my back, and my head and face sliding in, mouth latching onto that bouncing left tit and instantly suckling with abandon ... all the time my right glove in a battle with your left and trying to dig into your left side as often as I can while I lick and lap and suck and the crowd goes berserk seeing the lust against the ropes ...

Shygirlclare -- I smash my right into your side. It does get a reaction but does not slow you down. You pull me back and pin me to the ropes. I try to fight out of it but you're too strong now. You take the opportunity to use your right to dig into my sides. Finally to complete your plan you put your lips on my left nipple. "Ooooooo" escapes my lips. My corner woman yells "Clare, remember your breathing." I look over and nod. My face goes from showing ecstasy to nothing. I do not want to give you the pleasure of seeing me turned on. In my head, though, I can't help but admire your sexual skills. No, Clare, you’re a big girl, control yourself. I then remember to use my right to fire rabbit shots to your back.

Alia Boxer -- The shots to my back don't have a lot on them, but your fast repeating punches will have an effect ... I'm hoping the same will be for my right as I try to drill into your left side over and over, low hooks making a "THWAP, THWAP" sound as they hit wet flesh. But they're not accomplishing much either -- and to my surprise neither is my lip lock on your hard nipple, despite all my licking and sucking and lapping with my lips and tongue I'm not getting much reaction from you, almost like you're not affected at all as I lean in and body up even more, my right glove going from punching your side and sliding down to your dark and wet bush, trying to stroke that clit with a leather glove-job as sweaty bodies slide across each other in the tight clinch ...

Shygirlclare -- Your tongue feels heavenly but I refuse to let on. You find your right glove going down to my pussy. My eyes squint in reaction to your movements. I try to breathe and focus. I'm in a very dangerous spot here. I stop my right rabbit punches and I try to move my glove down your back to your ass. Once down I try to push up on your ass cheek in a goose like move. I make sure to look at you directly in your eyes with a blank expression as if to say you won't break me. That’s at least what I hope my eyes say.

Alia Boxer -- Our eyes locked and only inches apart as your right glove pulls up against my bare ass, getting our bodies even closer together and separating my mouth from its tit sucking, and even more tightly pinning my right arm between us, the glove at the end of that arm still in perfect position to give you a rough pussy massage, my padded glove thumb working back and forth across your clit ... I know this has to be having some effect on you, but your face is almost stoic, no expression at all even as I'm stroking you hard and the crowd is screaming. The surprise and desperation must be showing on my face, since I see a bit of a mocking grin even as I desperately try to arouse you and start you toward an eruption, struggling inside the clinch now, thinking if I can't wear you down sexually I better find a way to get back to boxing but avoid giving you more chances in close quarters -- don't know if my still-flowing snatch can take much more of you ...

Shygirlclare -- With us eye to eye I wiggle my right glove between our bodies. Things are a bit even now that my glove is on your clit. It’s become a sex fight as the crowd is on its collective feet. I feel I can break you. You may have a head start but I've already made you cum four times so far. You got me hot once but it was my cornerwoman that got me off. I give you a very confident grin. Moving my lips to your ear I whisper, "You can't make me cum." Speeding up my glove to give you the ultimate orgasm. It’s only a matter of time before you submit to me sexually ...but that's when it happens. Nothing theatrical. No spasming, just a wave of blissful pleasure. I'm more shocked than anything as I cum. Looking at you I give off a puzzled look.

Alia Boxer -- Hearing your whispers only makes me and my pussy-grinding glove work more intensely on you, but my own nether region is also starting to boil all over again, you've already shown your talents at making me erupt and I'm only a few more strokes away from what might be the last orgasm you'll need to finish me ... but suddenly I see your expression change, the tell-tale "O" of the mouth letting me know the geyser just went off -- the quietest orgasm I've seen, but one that I know I have to take advantage of, hopefully you won't be thinking about defense for a few seconds as I pull gloves up between us and push against those again rock-hard nipples, trying to create enough space between us for me to turn this back from a sexfight to a boxing title match ... My left flies up in a biting hook aimed at your jaw with a lot of bicep behind it, and twisting back for a matching high right, this one going for that swollen left eye ... All the time feeling your glove still against my wet snatch ...

Shygirlclare -- My orgasm is intense. I didn't realize my face made it so obvious. The place again erupts knowing something big might happen. My hands go down and I receive a huge left to my jaw. I see a flash for an instant. From the impact my body hits the ropes and I start to slide down to my knees. My face in your crotch. I have the wherewithal to pull up my gloves and cup your ass. Even though I'm down and my jaw hurts like heck I start licking your pussy feverishly. I try to work in your clit in the few moments I have. The referee screams DOWN!!!

Alia Boxer -- So wrapped up in the action that I didn't hear the roaring of the crowd until I saw your eruption written all over you, and finally able to get a little punching room -- enough for my left hand to flash through and land flush on your jaw ... I felt the solid contact even through my glove padding and even before your stunning frame slipped to your knees, but somehow held the clinch around my waist and bare ass even as you went down ... and in only a couple of seconds getting me back on the verge with some quick tonguing before I am able to push away just in time before you set me off again, the referee finally stepping in between and pointing me toward a corner, I'm only now realizing you're on the canvas and taking a count from the combination of a hard orgasm and a hard left hand ... but I know you're not going to be down for long, already seeing how strong you are in both the "straight" boxing and the strong advantage in the sex-boxing ... But it does give me a few moments to get my breath back and pull my still-raging pussy back from the edge -- even though it's not helping with me watching your stunning form on the mat ...

Shygirlclare -- You push me away in the nick of time. I could feel your wetness on my face. My jaw is killing me. You get sent to a neutral corner as the referee gets in my face.

She gets her hands in front of me and begins my count.

1....2.... I hear my corner yelling at me to get up. 3.... I got tagged pretty good but it must have looked nasty. I think my corner thinks I'm done. 4...5... I look to my team and assure them that I’m OK. 6.... I start to stand and get my gloves up. The crowd cheers as the fight looks to continue. I give the referee eye contact as she yells out 8... I'm asked if I can continue. "Absolutely! Before this round ends I’m gonna make her cum.” “FIGHT!!!”

Alia Boxer -- I never make it all the way to the corner after the referee jumps in, only getting just past mid-ring as I watch the two of you exchanging counts and conversation ... it's obvious you're more stunned than hurt -- stunned by the abrupt orgasm that you likely didn't think I could get out of you -- and I know you're going to come back firing even before I hear you shout "Absolutely!" at the blonde ref and she clears out of the way. I see a quick smile on the ref's face, shit, she's enjoying this more than anyone else in the building I think, her striped referee bikini's so soaked the fans in the upper deck can see her arousal ... But no such grin from you, what was the blank look from the throes of orgasm a few seconds ago is now a look of huge determination, laser eyes riveted on me as the ref gives the "FIGHT!" command ... I hear both corners shouting encouragement and telling both of us to get aggressive, and I'm not waiting, and apparently neither are you as we almost charge together and I go big, a straight left trying to split your gloves and plow your face, maybe drawing your attention away from a sledge-hammer-strong right hook aiming at your left jaw ... The intensity of throwing big shots adding to how my V is already soaked and glistening from the overhead ring lights ...

Shygirlclare -- We both charge the center of the ring looking to go all out. You go with a straight that goes through my defenses. My head snaps back from the impact. Sweat flies off my body but I’m super focused. I see you going for a head hunting strong right hook. I move forward and I duck under it with a little help from my left golden glove deflecting it. I go low and I see my target. Your delicious wet pussy. I throw a right uppercut targeting just right of your slit. I follow it with a left hook to your solar plexus.

Alia Boxer -- My left does split your guard before you can tighten up and bangs your head back, but it barely slows you down and your stride forward and quick duck leaves my hook catching nothing but flying hair on the back of your head, and now it's you with the lowered and leveraged position ... I see your right cock and aim low, twisting my hips at the last second to take the upper off my quad muscle, saving my wet snatch from more of your abuse. But my twist opens me up for the plexus shot and ... "UUUUHHHH!" A loud groan and moan from me as I also bend at the waist, our heads almost clashing as the ache races through me, a solid plexus punch that sends that paralysis feeling through my core ... but I can't afford to back off now with our heads on each other's shoulders like we're executing football blocks, quickly I shoot my own left from down low, uppercutting at your core, and following with the same from my right hand, going for tits or body, I'll take either one as we push and struggle against each other, both trying to force the other backward in a test of strength and will ...

Shygirlclare -- I miss my target as you turn away but I’m able to hit your side. You open up for me, though, and I smash a left hook into your core. We're now on each other’s shoulders as the audience cheers us like the modern gladiators we are. The belt and the tournament means so much to us. For you the belt means you’re here to stay and adds an exclamation mark to an already tremendous career. For me the belt is like an announcement that I've arrived in the community. You prove again what a warrior you are by placing a left uppercut into my breadbasket. I feel like throwing up from the pain. In fact a little drool gets on your shoulder. You then go for a right that hits my left underboob. Although hurt I have to respond. I throw a right uppercut again targeting you below your bellybutton. I use my left to try and push your shoulder back to give us a little distance so I can go for a big right head hunting shot to your chin.

Alia Boxer -- I could feel the shudders in that toned body from my two uppers, the abs shot digging in and the following right bouncing tit flesh around, the heavy breathing almost in my ear as we stay locked up at the shoulders but you don't give up an inch from my body shots and I can't tell if it's determination or desperation ... but as I cock my left back to deliver again in close, your right flies up, mimicing my punch and digging my low abs just above my still pulsing pussy, another shiver going through me and I know you could hear my low groan with my face almost in your ear in the shoving match as I twist right from the impact, your left comes up and also gives me room to cock my right to try to plow your face, watching your left and not seeing the right fly in from my blind side, "NNGGHH!" my head and neck twisting awkawardly and sweat and spit flying to the side as I take a stagger-step right, opening up a little more room and I know I have to answer, aiming a similar right hook with a lot of arm muscle behind it at your face and left eye, before straightening up from our shared crouch with a big left from down below, trying to target your chin, both of us throwing heavy leather in a slugfest at mid-ring as the crowd leaps back to its feet and screams from the punching action, I can hear both corners yelling encouragement at the top of their lungs ...

Shygirlclare -- My arms are getting heavy from the fight. Nothing too serious but noticeable. I'm drenched in sweat head to toe. I hit you low and I can hear a sound that had a little pleasure and pain attached. I then push you back and hit you hard in your cute but bloody face. It doesn't seem like you even saw it coming as you didn't even react. Your head snaps to the side as the crowd gets a treat watching sweat fly from your sexy body. You are forced to retreat a bit. I charge in but eat a right hook for my trouble. You smash my left eye that will absolutely cause some swelling. You then go for a left uppercut. Because I moved in you hit me right in my bellybutton. I double over in pain. You take a little air out of me. I have to ignore the pain. While I'm doubled over I take a breath and go for a massive right uppercut targeting your left eye.

Alia Boxer -- I can feel the blood starting to run down my face again, but quickly try to match that damage and I feel my right hand coring out your left eye even as you leaned in to try to hand out more punishment ... letting me twist to an upper that slams home just above where your waistband would normally be, instead it slams the navel of your taut body and makes you bend over, YEAH, I think, time to hand out punishment of my own, but I don't see your right coming and it rips up into my eyelid ... and I instantly felt the skin rip and more blood flow down into my eye even as I rock back from the right hand, taking a couple of retreating steps and not realizing the ropes are that close to me, my back hitting those ropes as I quickly cocoon up as the crowd roars again from seeing you bang me back ... peering through limited vision and figuring you'll charge in after it as I shoot out a straight left at your chin, hoping to draw your attention to that side while my right hooks in, bicep bulging as I try to bang that swollen left eye ...

Shygirlclare -- With everything I have I throw an uppercut to your left eye. The blow rips open a cut somewhere near your eye. The blood obscures where exactly the wound is. You back-pedal into the turnbuckle. The round is coming to an end. I rush in to render as much punishment as I can. You shell up, trying to protect yourself. I feel I have you just trying to hang on. The crowd senses what I do, that you're about to pay. I see you take and obvious left trying to stall me. I duck its weak attempt. What I didn't realize until too late, it was weak for a purpose. Your right hit right below my left eye. My head moves right from the impact as sweat flies. This isn't good as I can feel the sting. I move in to try to bully you. I get my arms ready to try and box your belly. Being in the corner you have limited movement. I need to score something. I do a right, left, right combination to close out the round. A right to your bellybutton, then a left to the same spot. Finally I try to slip a right hook towards your left eye with the hope the blood obscures your sight.

Alia Boxer -- My right hand slamming home and I could feel the recoil from you, thinking that would help me escape the corner and make it the last few seconds until the bell where I could get patched up ... but before I know it you're right back on top of me, moving in close with arms together and using your spread legs to keep me herded in and ... "NNGGHH! NNGGHH!" The fast right-left bangs into my abs right on my navel, not as much power as some of your other shots but still plenty with my body not prepared, and feeling the leather dig in and my back bouncing back into the corner not once, but twice -- NOT the way I wanted to finish this round ... but I do see you pulling back and cocking your right again after the two body shots and I guess correctly that it's coming high, my left glove parrying it outside and leaving a big opening that I shoot my own cocked right straight out, targeting your nose with something behind it, my glove only inches from your face as the "DINGGG!" sounds to end Round 4 ...

Shygirlclare -- The bell rings ending Round Four. It’s only after the bell do i feel pain. You punch me in the nose with a straight. The referee jumps in and separates us. My eyes water from the late hit and I go down into a squatting position. I can hear the referee admonish you. She felt the hit came enough after the bell. My corner team comes in and helps me back to my corner. Round Four didn't go as planned. It's really the only round I did not win. A tough pill to swallow since I thought I had you finished. My corner woman quickly gets out an endswell and applies it under my left eye. I wince from the cold metal designed to constrict blood vessels to lower swelling. After she puts Vaseline with a little adrenaline to fix me up. The entire time, with my arms hanging on the ropes, I stare you down. My cornerwoman checks my nose but she determines I'm fine. She wipes the sweat off me as I drink some water. "Fight your fight, not hers. Don't turn this into a slugfest." I nod.

Alia Boxer -- I get words from the ref but pay little attention, I know I threw the punch before the bell rang ... instead, I'm only concentrating on getting back to my corner, I can feel the blood filling my left eye as my trainer meets me halfway across the ring with a towel and an ice pack, quickly sitting me on the stool and going to work on the cut, the cold iron trying to lower the swelling and the vaseline and adrenaline trying to slow the bleeding ... The rest of my crew seemingly covering my body with ice packs, they know that you've landed a lot of heavy shots and that the pain is going to increase as we go deeper into the bout, but I don't see them with my head lying back against the ropes as swift trainer hands work on my eye ... All the time coaching me, "Your punches are starting to bother her, keep it up, get in close and use that punching power, but go in and out, don't let her clinch you up in close," she said, putting one hand on my soaked trunks crotch just as the warning buzzer sounds for Round 5, I quickly get back to my feet and lock eyes with you, feeling my packed eyelid but not feeling the bleeding as I bang my gloves together at you ...

Shygirlclare -- I stand up before the round begins. I dance on my toes to show you I'm completely fresh and ready. I have my breathing under control and I calmly eye you up. DING DING.... Round Five has begun...FIGHT!!! I move to the center eager for combat. My goal is to pick you off at a distance and frustrate you. I've bloodied your nose and cut you around your eye. I aim to close your eye. I clearly lost the last round and I need to win this one. I greet you with my gloves up. I move in with a left jab but something tells me to change it up. I switch my stance and fire two right jabs to your left eye then go in with a left hook to your body.

Alia Boxer -- Stepping out to meet your aggressive steps and ready for the expected left jab, taking it and parrying away with my right glove and looking to send my right inside, but catching only air as your footwork changes and your right is suddenly close to me, and popping out just as quick, the first tagging my forehead as I barely dropped my stance, and the second popping my already swollen eye, didn't expect the southpaw stance but I did expect a steady series of lefts to keep me at a distance, taking the low hook on my elbow and quickly trying to take advantage of your leaning in for the hook, shooting that blocking right straight up in the gap where your left would have been and targeting under that chin ... now my turn to push in, torquing and loading my left toward your right side trying to dig in a shoveling liver shot ... but this time pushing away with my right and circling away, trying a different look as I bang my gloves together again, trying to goad you to "come in and play" with some infighting ...

Shygirlclare -- I hit that eye again but I fail to get it bloody. I go for my left hook that just hits your elbow. I see a straight right to my chin that I’m able to dodge but I stumble with my bad footwork as I try to get my feet under me. As I regain my balance you go for a left that I partially deflect as you hit my side. I wince from the pain. I may have made a mistake switching to southpaw. You push me with your right and again I find myself off balance. I brace for your attack but it never comes. You circle daring me to strike. You may never know this but I almost met disaster. I switch my foot work back to my normal stance and cautiously circle you. I see you bang your gloves together so maybe you realize you missed a great opportunity. Either way I’m going to keep my distance as I throw a left jab straight to your chin drawing your gloves up. I retreat again only to show the same punch hoping you fall for the straight to the chin and I turn the left into a hook targeting around your guard to your cheek.

Alia Boxer -- I could feel your body move from my low left, not getting the big liver shot I was hoping for and realizing too late that you were off balance, but there's still plenty time as I feel like I'm back in my element now, trading punches as I dance a little and watch you, not wanting to waste energy as I'm already feeling the wear and tear but wanting to let you know I still have plenty left, seeing your left back out in front in your stance and that long left pops my gloves, and then again as you double it, your extended left leaving you open for my right hook that I step into and throw, not expecting you to recoil and shoot the left again as it gets inside my right and ... "NNGGHH!" my head and neck snap left, sweat and spit flying that way, DAMNIT it feels like your punches are still gaining steam as my knee buckles for a moment and I have to step left to get my balance, shaking my head to try to shake that off as I stick out my own straight left, trying to draw your attention up high so I can hook with my right, trying to shovel it into your low left abs where your waistband would be if we weren't both naked and covered with shining sweat, stepping in and planting to put as much as I can on the low hook ...

Shygirlclare -- Again I hit you and your head snaps back. A lot of flash photography as sweat flies off your body. I see you trying to recover and I make my move. You go with a straight left that I kinda block by dumb luck. If it wasn't a distraction punch, then look out. It's your right that hurts sorta. You hit me right where my waist band should be and my clit feels the vibration of the impact. "Ooooooffffff!" The punch would have been devastating if you would have gotten full extension. I moved in to go for a very erotic clinch with you. Your punch although effective at stimulating me gets smothered. I wrap my arms around you and try to get my thigh back on your pussy. "You didn't cum last round. Don't you think you deserve to cum?" I hiss in your ear.

Alia Boxer -- I saw that taut skin ripple some as my right dug in, but your movement kept it from digging in as much as I'd hoped with my solid step in close, and before I can pull it back and cock it for another body shot, you match my move in and long arms wrap me up again, pinning my arms and gloves between us as you hiss taunts in my ear -- giving me a reminder that you made me erupt way too many tiems already ... "You deserve to get hit ... what's the matter, you afraid to fight?" I hiss back as I struggle in the clinch, twisting back and forth to free up punching room as I dig short shots into your body, but can get almost no power in this close and no room to swing ... But I do use my gloves and upper body to lean in and push you back, our clinched bodies hitting the ropes, my sweaty arms sliding to our sides inside your bearhug as I try to pop your sides also with limited success ... but opening my gloves puts us bare chest to bare chest, abs to abs and lets you slide that long and strong thigh between mine ...

Shygirlclare -- We hit the ropes together. I turn us around getting you against the ropes but then you reverse it on me and put my back against the ropes. We both battle for position trading reversals several more times. I get my left thigh between your legs. My dark wet pubic hair rubbing against your lower abs. Your nipples feel good rubbing my underboobs. I let out a sigh from the pleasure. Although my clit isn't directly stimulated I'm getting waves of pleasure. I start to breathe a little heavier in your ear. My hot breath against your ear I hope is driving you wild. Our battle with our sweaty nude bodies I think makes both of us want to submit to our carnal desires. The crowd can sense something soon has to give. I just hope it’s you.

Alia Boxer -- The crowd screaming at the sight of the two of us clinched up and literally rolling down the bowed-out ropes, I finally manage to stop the rolling and pin you back heavily ... but still can't break loose from the clinch, your arms locking around mine like a vise and sweaty bodies rubbing, every movement from you and every inch of struggle from me sending waves through me all over again and I feel my body starting to shudder even before your breath slides into my ear ... Still struggling to punch but the clinch only lets my gloves tap your left and right sides, nothing on them even as my forehead buries into your cleavage as I try to push your upper body back against and over the ropes and get any kind of punching room ... That lithe thigh pressing in against me more every time I struggle inside the tight clinch ... "LEGGO AND FIGHT, BITCH!" I hiss, but I can feel the heat and wetness building inside my already-soaked V ...

Shygirlclare -- "Oh goddess!!!" I think to myself. I am soooo turned on right now. After all those hours studying your body during the day and all those nights masturbating to the thought of you, I can barely contain myself. I have to keep my wits about me. I feel your forehead against my tits. The warmth of your body is intoxicating. Our position does give me an idea. I use my small but firm breasts to tit box your face. My hard nipples can't feel good going across your damaged face. I feel a sudden wave of pleasure as I accidentally brush my pussy against the roughness of your pubic hair. I can't let that happen again. I have a huge sexual advantage with my thigh continuing to rub your pussy. I can't give that away by being sexually careless. The crowd is going wild. My corner woman is jumping up and down cheering me on. As I slap your face with my tits I can see the broadcast team going crazy. They must see something I don't. I hope it’s good for me.

Alia Boxer -- I can hear my corner crew yelling "BACK UP! GET OUT OF THERE!", but if anything your arms have me locked in even harder in the clinch, and every time I struggle to escape I feel your thigh pressing and sliding across my again-on-fire pussy and sending more and more waves of pleasure through me, my legs starting to feel limp and my knees buckling and making me lean in even more, trying to use my head and forehead to push against you and starting to feel some space between us up high ... only to feel you twisting your upper body and tit-boxing my face, firm enough to be painful against the ache that's all around both my eyes now. Oooohhhh fukkkkk the feeling of tits and nipples sliding across my face nearly sending me over the edge, my attempts to punch you down low all but done as my arms start to hang at my sides and your thigh goes into high gear ... and it doesn't take long for me to soak that thigh with an eruption that accompanies my loud moans that those at ringside can hear even over the huge volume of roars from the crowd ... the full weight of my body leaning against you and nearly bowing out the ropes enough for us to fall over the top rope ...

Shygirlclare -- We keep reversing until I get you into the turnbuckle. My body is starting to manipulate yours. Between my thigh work on your pussy and my tit boxing of your face it looks like I'm giving you an erotic dance. You seem like you’re about to lose it. The crowd sensing it actually goes relatively silent. So when you scream at the top of your lungs indicating you just had a primal orgasm everyone can hear it. When you quiet down the area erupts. My corner woman is shouting at me to finish you. While I have you in this clinch I can feel your body going limp. I take this opportunity to lift you up and make sure both of your arms are draped oved the top ropes in the corner. I give you a peck on the cheek. "Sorry about this. I hope you can one day forgive me,” as I jam the thumb portion of my gold boxing gloves into your already swollen and wet pussy.

Alia Boxer -- My body refusing to respond after another shuddering orgasm, legs shaky and my arms dropping to my sides, not to mention my eyes glazed as I'm getting badly out-sex-fought and in no shape to punch back either with my gloves or with anything else, and quickly I not only get turned into the ropes, my back bowing them out as the ropes prop me up, I can barely hear the roaring of the crowd that covers up any shouting from our two corners, my mind in a fog and acting on instinct, trying to resist my arms getting hung over the ropes but not able to stop you -- even though without the ropes I'd be on the canvas and in no shape to beat a count ... I am aware enough to feel you leaning in close and whispering in my ear but I can't make out the words, but I can definitely feel your stellar body in next to me, keeping me upright and .... "AAAAGGGGHHHH!" My screams agonizingly loud, almost enough to be heard over the crowd noise as I feel that gold-glove thumb ram up inside me HARD, my snatch already aching and soaked but this is another level, something I've never experienced, this kind of domination, as your thumb pulls out and SLAMS up into me again, another scream of pain from the swollen and raw honey hole ... and IN and OUT again ... and AGAIN ... and AGAIN ... the rough glove-fuck sending waves through me, my arms giving out and slipping off the ropes, dropping in a pile of flesh around your gold boots and hitting the canvas with a loud THUD that is again not heard with the crowd noise hitting a peak as they see me in a fetal position on the mat ...

Shygirlclare -- Moving my thumb portion of my golden glove in and out of your pussy, I feel a shiver of excitement run through my body. You just suffered a devastating orgasm so your clit must be ultra sensitive. I lick my lips feeling like this might be my moment. You are a proud warrior but right now I can feel that fight leave you. Each second I can see you getting wetter, my thumb movement getting easier as your juices allow me greater lubrication, I give you a seductive smile wanting to take you over the edge. I can hear my corner woman going crazy encouraging me to end our fight. "Cum for me, Alia!" I hiss.

Shygirlclare -- Finally I see my sexual manipulation working as you reach orgasm. Soon your body needing the ropes to stay on your feet, slips down the ropes as you crash at my feet. The blonde referee grabs me and escorts me to a neutral corner. I take the time to look at your corner. A sense of dread and defeat can be found on your team. Once I get to my corner I take the moment to look out to the crowd, then climb the second ropes and raise my arms high. The roof feels like it’s about to be lifted by the noise.

 Alia Boxer -- Oblivious to anything except curling up into a tight ball of flesh on the canvas, my body a mass of shakes and shudders, of pain and pleasure, and of heat and wetness ... I feel like my crotch is on fire, nothing like this ever happening to me in the ring, or probably anywhere else as I'm curled up, gloves wrapped around my legs tight, not seeing or hearing anything -- even the roar of the crowd that's shaking the building ... Not wanting to fight or do anything else ... But somehow, my instincts are channeling years of training and experience, bringing me back from my cocoon of sensuality a lot quicker than should have been possible, slowly the wave of noise starts to seep into my brain and my eyes focus just enough to see you up on the ropes, bare ass toward me, and other noises start to work their way in -- corner crews screaming, the mostly-useless referee counting, "5! 6!" ... And somehow experience overcomes everything else, my body still useless but arms pawing and grabbing the ropes, my bicep muscles somehow remembering I used to do pull-ups with weights strapped on me, and somehow they pull me up, my knees clearing the canvas just before the ref hits "10!" ... Still holding the ropes with both gloves, the only thing keeping me from falling back down, and the ref obviously enjoying the spectacle since she did nothing but wave you in and yell "BOX!" even though I'm obviously defenseless ...

Shygirlclare -- I watch as you struggle to get up. For the second time in this fight I believe it's over. The first time you got saved by the bell. The bell isn't going to save you now, I think. As the count continues I start to unconsciously use my golden glove to masturbate. I'm completely turned on watching you try to stand. Miraculously you get back to your feet. The crowd applauds your bravery. I see your trainer think about throwing the towel into the ring. I guess they thought better of it as they step down. I hear the blonde bimbo referee yell "FIGHT!" I look across the ring and I see a sexy warrior who can't defend herself. I put my hands on my hips and I walk seductively across the ring. My hips swinging first left then to the right. Finally when I approach you I pretend to try to punch you, instead I put my gloves to your head and give you the biggest kiss of my career.

Alia Boxer -- Holding onto the top rope with both gloves, my shoulder and left side pushing the swaying ropes outward almost into the ringside seats, not even realizing I'm back on my feet but only because my arms over the top rope are holding me up, in a complete daze and not even able to remember how I got here -- how I was totally out-sexboxed by my stunning adversary who forced me to cum over and over and over until I now have nothing left ... Taking a supreme effort to turn myself back toward the ring, both gloves and arms draped over the top rope, hanging like a scarecrow and just as defenseless, blood running down my face and chest and cum running down my legs, my eyes unable to focus, only seeing a shadowy figure walking toward me and something that sounds like a train running through my head, not able to figure out it's the crowd roaring ... and barely feeling you pulling my head up from my chest and cradling it in your gloves before what I was told later was an extended kiss from your hugely-grinning face -- a grin that if I'd been fully conscious would have been an evil one and one letting me know our fight was almost over ...

Shygirlclare -- With authority I break off our kiss as many in the audience whistle. "A nice bed time kiss, but before you go nighty night I'll read you a bed time story," as you stagger punch drunk trying to stay on your feet. "There once was a tall pretty girl who dreamed of being a boxing champion." In a traditional boxing stance I throw a left jab to your eye. "All the other girls laughed at her but she was determined." I throw a second left jab to your now closed eye. "After beating her competition that included an emperess and a veteran she finally got a shot against a beautiful goddess who everyone thought would be champ." I throw a right/left combo towards your still impressive perky tits. I then push you towards the corner turnbuckle. "After five rounds of boxing that tall pretty girl.... OUT BOXED THE GODDESS....." I swing a left uppercut planting it into your bellybutton. I kiss my golden boxing glove and swing a powerful uppercut towards your unprotected chin. "....AND OUT FUCKED HER!" My corner woman cheers me on sensing victory.

Alia Boxer -- Too out of it to hear anything but a loud roaring in my head, but seeing enough to tell that your stunning form is standing in front of me ... before part of that vision goes away and my head gets rocked back over the ropes from a stiff jab, and then a second one seconds later, I can feel the warmth of blood running down my face and chest but can't see from that side any more ... and barely alert enough to feel my chest getting pounded, if I was alert enough to form a picture in my mind it would be your gold gloves pummeling me relentlessly, bouncing my tits back and forth before going lower, a sick feeling shooting through me from my now-weak abs taking a punch that would have felt like it was going to my spine if I had any feeling left in my body ... and then only darkness, the barest sensation of spit and blood flying up from my mouth with my head snapping violently, out cold and bouncing off the ropes, the spring in the ropes propelling me forward again and for a moment I feel airborne, floating before a sickening "THUDDD!" shoots through me as I hit the canvas face and chest first, spread eagled and not moving ...

Shygirlclare -- You fall at my feet, I believe out cold on your belly. With your legs spread eagle a few lucky ones can see your defeated pussy. For a moment I place my foot on your muscular sexy butt. The crowd loves my showmanship. The referee has a slightly different opinion as she grabs my wrist and escorts me personally to the neutral corner. I turn around as she returns to you to start her count.

ONE ...

TWO...

THREE...

With every additional number spoken by the referee i can feel my pussy tingling. I again use my glove to find my clit and rub it.

FOUR...

Once again I watch your corner pleading with you to get up. They haven't given up the fight. I look to your body and I feel that’s not the case with you.

Alia Boxer -- I was told later that your boot was on my ass and that the useless blonde bimbo referee was kneeling in front of me and shaking her tits as she counted ... but even if my eyes were open all I would have seen is an inch worth of canvas below my face since I was flat on the mat and spread-eagled, a pool of blood forming under my face from my closed eye, out cold and jizz still slowly draining from my worn-out snatch ... no comprehension at all of count numbers or anything else except blackness and the echoing roar in my head ...

Shygirlclare --  FIVE.....SIX....SEVEN....

The count goes up as I feel like I'm going to reach orgasm. My boxing glove is on my clit now. The crowd has turned to a hush as they themselves are counting with the referee. This blonde bimbo is giving you the respect you deserve as she makes the count long and slow. The referee wants to give you every chance to get up.

Oh goddess, I’m going to cum.

The count has reached seven and you haven't even stirred. I can't believe it, I’m going to be the lightweight champion. Cum explodes from my pussy as I have a well deserved orgasm. "Yesssss!!!!"

The count continues.

EIGHT …

NINE...

TEN!!! YOU'RE OUT!!!!

The bell sounds, ending the match. My trainer rushes in and lifts me up in the air. The ring fills up with officials as the crowd roars. Confetti is being dropped from the ceiling.

Alia Boxer-- I have no concept and no recollection of the turmoil in the ring, my corner crew quickly surrounding me and already a stretcher being hauled under the ropes, rolled over onto my back and onto the pad and quickly wheeled out, my only image is the waving bright lights over the ring and a chill going through me, finding out later that came from ice packs on my swollen and bleeding face, my low abs and especially my worn-out crotch ... the waving lights joined by the vague sound of sirens from the ambulance that hauled me from the arena ... where if I'd been conscious and alert I would have seen all the images -- you parading around the ring with gloves in the air, the official announcement of our KO victory and the belt put around your waist -- but I was out ... unable to keep up carnally with my sexy conqueress ...

Shygirlclare -- I watch from my corner you being taken out in a stretcher. I want to go to you but the paramedics need room to work on you. As you get carried away the crowd gives you a polite round of applause. Finally I see the woman in the tuxedo walk in with the microphone. I get asked to the center of the ring. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE TOURNAMENT FOR THE FIGHT BOX LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP HAS CONCLUDED. THE REFEREE IN THE FIFTH ROUND AT THE 53 SECOND MARK HAS ENDED THE MATCH. THE WINNER AND NEEEEEWWWWWW FIGHT BOX LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORRRRLLLDDDD BY WAY OF SPECTACULAR KNOCKOUT.....CLAREEEE..... The referee raises my arm and tears are literally running down my face. The referee puts the championship belt around my nude body. The velvet on the back of the belt feels good in my pubic hair.

 CHAMPION!

Old men and women congratulate me as they pinch or slap my ass. I take pictures in the ring with my new belt. I'm being pulled in a million directions.

I finally get to the back in the locker room. I take a moment and I just sob. All the emotions, all the pain and all the sex. I’m just emotionally drained. I ask to see you to make sure you're fine. The burden of being the new champion has just hit me like a ton of bricks.

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