Lord ﹠ Lady Darcy's Fight Club

The_Referee: I look out at the crowd, and then drop and step on my cigarette as I move towards the ring, as Lady Darcy told me about no smoking in the room, any more. I'm still disappointed that Aunt Sally isn't going to make me her mouthwatering apple tart. Damn! I swore she said she was gonna make a tart, but then she clarified and said she didn't know what to make about this battle of the old tarts. Damn! I enter the ring and then make the worst slip of the tongue imaginable, cause I can't get tarts out of my brain. "Hey y'all. we got a spectacular bareknuckle battle tonight between two heavy weight tarts, I mean "lady's" ahmmm.....First to enter the ring will be someone well known to y'all, and that will be her ladyship Lady Nicola Darcy, weighing in at a spectacular 170 lbs and 5 ft 4 in and not being old at all. So, let's hear it for Lady Darcy!"

Lady_Darcy: Waiting backstage to be introduced, dressed in my high waist blue bikini and white boots, my long, brunette hair done up in a high ponytail, I am feeling good about tonight’s match. My last fight in the bareknuckle boxing division went badly, due to incompetent refereeing, but I have had “words” with the referee and expect a much better performance from them tonight. As I listen, I hear the referee talking about some “spectacular bareknuckle battle tonight, between two heavyweight… tarts” and my demeanour changes dramatically… “WHAT??!!...” I snarl, what does she mean by heavyweight… I’m a light-heavyweight… still (I smirk) 170lbs means I pack a big punch… and I plan to use it on this… Pauline… I heard she’s someone who trained that bitch… Suki Yamamoto… someone who I want to get my revenge on as soon as I can… Suddenly there’s a call of “So let's hear it for Lady Darcy!" and the crowd starts to whoop and holler…

Lady_Darcy: I burst out through the curtains from the backstage area into the warehouse where the ring is located… looking to get the adoration of the crowd that I think I describe. I start to jog towards the ring, my thick, curvy, body wobbling and bouncing in my high waist bikini. I start to slap hands with the crowd, happy to be back in the ring again, smiling cheerfully, until I see in the crowd… that malevolent little bitch… @Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung ... my facial expression immediately changes to a sneer of contempt… what’s she doing here? Is she trying to intimidate me? Well, it ain’t gonna work, I’m gonna take this… Pauline… apart, and make a statement that I deserve to get @Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung back in the ring for a rematch.

Lady_Darcy: I ignore Suki and run to the ring, jumping up onto the apron and ducking into the ring between the middle and top ropes. I jog over to the far corner of the ring and start to bounce on my toes, throwing a few practice punches, my thick body wobbling, my 38DD breasts swaying in my bikini top, as I wait for my opponent to be introduced.

Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung: "Let’s go Pauline lets really go. You got easy prey in this tub of lard."

The_Referee: Damn, I can feel the ring vibrating as this "light" heavy weight bounces on her toes. Of course, I wonder what division the boss would be in if she put both feet on the scales. *winks* at Lady Darcy. "OK y'all, get ready for some powerful action, cause the next big lady is about to enter the ring. She is well known here in the UK, and normally fights in licensed boxing matches, not that there's nothin wrong with this .....place. She is a real sweet heart, weighing in at 150 lbs, and standing 5 ft 4 in tall, let's hear it for Pauline!"

Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung: "Yea Pauline you got this. Thunder thighs hits like a lil girl. I hear she sold advertising space on the bottoms of her feet."

Lady_Darcy: I stop bouncing and look into the crowd and give @Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung a salute with the middle finger of each hand...

Pauline: I hear my name announced but take my time making sure my red bikini is fitted snugly and giving some sort of support to my 38d boobs. A quick last glance in the mirror then I finally deign to push through the curtains and head to the ring. Unusually greeted by the crowd to some cheers and applause a bit odd for the visiting fighter, possibly says more about the popularity or otherwise of the home fighter. I slip through the ropes and move to the opposite corner to my opponent who is posturing and prancing across the ring. mtc

Pauline: I roll my neck and shake out my arms having warmed up before leaving the dressing room, I give the ropes a little tug testing the tension, nothing worse than slack ropes. Satisfied I turn back to face the middle of the ring , give my frizzy shoulder length dyed blonde hair a little shake as I wait for the ref to call us to the middle for the customary spiel. This when the butterflies in my tummy tend to be at their most acrobatic, nerves made a little more edgy by the lack of the comforting feel of my trusty red Lonsdale gloves.

Lady_Darcy: I watch you coming out to the cheers of your supporters... two "hometown" women means we will both have fans in the crowd... although all I am hearing is noise from your supporters... I look you over, you've got quite a reputation, and I am a little intimidated... I've heard you called 'The Professor' given your encyclopaedic knowledge of boxing... I take a deep breath, my big chest heaving up, my thick belly sucking in... "Well this is unlicensed, underground, bareknuckle boxing, best thing to do with that encyclopaedia is hit someone with it!..." I think to myself... I exhale the deep breath, my boobs dropping down and my belly puffing out, I look at you with a sneer and then swagger out of my corner towards the middle of the ring, wiggling my thick ass as I strut and then wait at the scratch line with my hands on my hips for you to come to the middle...

Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung: “You got this Pauline”.

The_Referee: I now wave both fighters to ring centre and give them my usual instructions "ok boxers, when I say box, start punching. When I say "break" stop punching. Comprendes? Protect yourselves and God save and preserve ya. Now both step on either side of the scratch line and get your fists up. Good. Ready? I signal for the bell and step back towards the ropes. DING!

Kara_Anne: “Come on Darcy!!!”

Pauline: Well, they were the briefest instructions I have ever received. No shake hands and I am barely back on the line before the bell rings. I have my hands up and slightly open no "London Rules" here and having to keep hold of a shilling in each fist so, I can use the flat of my hand defensively and need only close my fist on the attack. I shift into an orthodox boxing stance shifting slightly from side to side before slipping forward a bit and flickering out a test left jab before darting back wanting to see how my slightly heavier opponent moves.

The_Mangler: “Let's Go Darcy!!!!!”

Lady_Darcy: The referee keeps the instructions short, no surprise there, they're not expecting too much abiding by the rules so why waste their breath... I smirk at you and take up my southpaw stance, leading with my right, my left up guarding my jaw, my head tucked down behind my guard, my thick right leg leading... the bell rings... DING!... I quickly move to my right, bouncing on my thick legs, my chubby body wobbling... you flick out a left jab... I knock it away with my right fist and keep circling to my right, watching you carefully...

Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung: “Give up Darcy, you can't win!”

Kara_Anne: “Shut up Suki”

Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung: “You and me later worm! When I fought Darcy I beat her like a rented mule!”

Pauline: "Ugh! A sodding southpaw! God, I hate lefties." my eyes on the prime target of your belly button peeping over the top of your bikini bottoms, I dart left flicker my left fist high again towards your face hoping to draw your hands a little higher whilst I pivot on my hips and try to whip my right hand low beneath your ribs. Ready to slip back out of reach again quite prepared to bide my time early on.

Lady_Darcy: As I watch you carefully, I see your eyes drop down... uh huh... I think, you've been talking to Yamamoto... you dart to your left, flicking out your left fist towards my face... I immediately raise my forearms defensively, and take a step backwards... your left never arrives but instead your right comes out towards my belly, but falls short because I stepped back... as I lower my forearms, I smirk a grin at you and then waggle the index finger of my right hand at you... "Sorry Professor... I learned my lesson with Yamamoto!.." and then I reform my southpaw guard and now start circling you again, rolling my fist... "Come on Professor... have another try!..." I taunt...

Pauline: "Bugger!" I hiss whilst thinking "She is quicker and not quite so dumb as she looks, I reset my guard bobbing from side to side before shifting to my left trying to slide my lead foot outside your lead right foot as I stab my left toward the middle of your face with a little more conviction this time, then dipping my shoulders slightly right as if trying another right to your body but instead doubling up on my left trying to hook it around your guard towards your right cheek.

The_Mangler: “C’MON DARCY”

Lady_Darcy: I hear you cursing in annoyance and again smirk a grin at you. But you take my challenge and attack again, moving in, moving your lead left foot to the right of my right foot, jabbing out with your left at the middle of my pretty face... I drop my left shoulder, moving my head to my left to evade the jab... then as I am straightening back up, looking for your right, you send the left out again... tagging me on the right side of my face... Ufff!!... my head jolts to my left and I stumble a step to my left... I quickly turn my head back, glaring angrily at you... but fighting the urge to immediately swing back at you... I sigh and reform my guard, and again start to circle you to my right... taking a few moments before I start to flick out my right fist at your guard, once, twice... then I dart a step forward... throwing my right aggressively in the direction of your face, before dropping down and sending a left hook in the direction of your belly...

Pauline: I feel my knuckles find the target the slight crack of my fist on your face, barely audible above the noise from the crowd. I try to keep outside of your lead foot as i shuffle back a little anticipating a counterattack and ready to try and exploit any openings. Your right pops out and I use the flat of my left hand to bat it away as I slide back a bit more and edge to my right this time to avoid being herded towards the ropes "Headhunter" I think briefly keeping my hands high. "OOf!" I give an involuntary grunt as you dip and whip your left into my body. I Shift even further right back towards the centre of the ring opening some space before snapping my left out again high then low just to try and keep you honest before slipping further back hoping to make you think you hurt me and tempt you into rushing forward as I tense my right fist ready to counter.

Lady_Darcy: I drive you back a little with my initial right jabs, then as I lunge in with my right, you bat my hand away... but completely miss my movement down and my left hook into your body... my big body swaying as throw the hook... you grunt loudly and back off towards the centre of the ring... as I straighten up I again smirk... "How'd ya like that Professor?..." I think to myself with confidence... "170lbs hits hard huh?"... I pull my guard up and follow you towards the centre of the ring, dancing on my thick legs, my big body wobbling, jabbing out with my right fist towards your face as I advance... but keeping my left up protecting my face, the right side of which is starting to swell...

Pauline: You come after I slap your right hand away once then dip my head and step forward taking the hit on the top of my head with a disturbing crack of knuckles on skull as I press in to hook my left hard and low towards the bottom of your ribs hoping to add your momentum to my the power of my punch and already twisting my hips and dipping right to try and whip my right fist up between your covering arms targeting the underside of your left breast trying to give your heart a little jolt and hopefully force you to step back .

Lady_Darcy: As I advance jabbing out with my right you initially slap my fist away with your hand, but then step forward and my fist hits the top of your head... Ouch!... that hurt my hand, I'm stunned for a moment by the pain and freeze slightly, long enough for you to hook your left into my ribs... Arrrgh!... I grunt and my head and shoulders bend to my right from the impact, again I am frozen for a moment... Arrrgh!...your right comes up and smacks into my body just under my left boob, making it bobble in my top, and jolting my whole body... I step backwards, gasping and puffing, pulling my fists up to try and form a guard, hunkering my head down behind my guard, looking for a moment or two to get my breath and composure back...

Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung: “Now you got her Pauline, pound the crap out of her.”

Pauline: It feels good to land my blows the old ploy of deliberately taking a hit on the top of the head paying dividends. There is nothing more dangerous than a wounded fighter so plot my attack with a hint of caution as you turtle up behind your arms. I feint with a left towards the centre of your face hoping to just make you flinch or lift your hands a bit as my left foot slips alongside and outside your right to let me launch another right uppercut trying to work between your arms hoping to find your chin but aware there is a considerable amount of boobage to get past on the way.

Lady_Darcy: I am hurt and I instinctively go defensive, dropping my head down, raising my fists up in front of my face, tucking my forearms tight in front of my chin, my elbows tucked in, in front of my boobs... as I peak through my arms I see your left coming for my face, I close my eyes and brace for the impact on my arms... but it never comes, instead as I open my eyes your right thumps up hard in an uppercut into my left boob... ARRRGH!... I squeal as it smacks into the boob, squashing it upwards... In pain I immediately back off, making space between us... I lower my forearms and glare at you, seething with anger at your attack on my breasts... "BITCH!..." I snarl at you... then I reform my guard and get my leading right fist up, getting my thick legs in place and my left fist up protecting my head... a look of anger and determination on my face, I again start to circle you to my right...

The_Mangler: “HANG IN THERE, YOU CAN DO IT DARCY!!”

Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung: “SHE IS DONE, GO END HER PAULINE, YOU GOT THIS!!”

Pauline: I allow myself a slight smirk as you hiss "Bitch!" and move with you always trying to keep my lead foot from getting entangled with yours because of your awkward lefty stance and constantly bobbing my head from side to side trying to make a very difficult target for any high attack. Back to my more legitimate boxing I pop my left out twice trying to speed my knuckles past your protecting hands looking to find the slight swelling on your right cheek and make it worse if possible whilst constantly on the lookout for an opening for my right the unintentional boob shot having forced you back the temptation to go there again is strong but I resist hoping for a better opportunity

Lady_Darcy: As I circle you start to come after me, bobbing your head from side to side, stepping your left foot out, close to, but just in front of my right foot... flicking out, reaching, with your left fist for the right side of my head... I keep backing away, keeping just out of range of your left... watching, waiting, then... as you step forward again with that left foot I change direction myself, coming forward and... stamping my right foot down, aiming to land it on top of your lead left foot... wonder where I learned that trick... and then I throw my left straight through towards the middle of your face, leaning my 170lbs into it, my tits, belly and ass swaying behind the big punch... hoping to catch you momentarily stunned by the foot stomp...

Pauline: You slip my left and I see you shift forward and let go my right aiming for your chin as you simultaneously stomp my toes and shoot your left into momentarily exposed face I don't know if my right finds its target as the shock of pain form my toes and hard knuckles slamming into and squishing my nose overwhelms any other senses I slide back blinking hard and feeling my flattened nose filling up with blood "Fuck !" I hiss feeling the pain despite the adrenalin flowing through my system. My turn to retreat as fast as my short thick legs will move me stupidly straight back into the ropes. as feel the rough strands rub on my bare back, I shoot out a defensive left to where I think your head will be as I re-gather my wits to try to keep out of reach for a moment or two while clear my head.

Lady_Darcy: It all happens in a flash, I change direction and come forward, sending my right boot down onto your left foot and pivoting to my straight left, leaning my body into the left, just as you fire your right up towards my chin... simultaneously I feel the crack of pain in my left fist as it crunches brutally into your nose and the stinging agony as your right fist, intended for my chin before I leaned into the punch, smacks into my already badly bruised left breast... OWWW... I squeal as I jerk backwards, pulling my arms and hands back and clasping my injured boob... I may be angry and hurting, but as I look up from my chest towards you I see you came off a lot worse than me... you've stumbled back into the ropes, blood gushing from your flattened nose... angry at again being smacked in the boobs I release my breast raise my fists in my guard and quickly advance towards you on the ropes... as I do you flick out a left in an attempt at a defensive move... now it is my turn to slap it aside with my right hand, as I plant my thick body up in front of you as you lean back on the ropes... angrily I hurl a right hook at the middle of your face, again my big body sways, I pivot back and send a low left hook towards your belly, then pivot again for an overarm right hook aimed where I think your temple might be... snorting, grunting, angrily as I whirl my fists in the onslaught...

Pauline: My left is contemptuously swatted aside, and my nose takes another crunching blow, splattering those close to the ring with a spray of claret as the leak turns into a torrent, my head is rocked back and my legs stiffen with the shock of the blow that seems to have all of your 170lbs behind it. I sway back against the ropes head swimming then "UGHHH!" your fist digs hard into my belly bringing me forwards off the ropes gasping for air my hands dropping. I don't see your right fist and not sure that I actually feel it as it cracks into the side of my head sending me crashing sideways to the floor my eyes closing as the ring seems to tip upside down my legs twitch as I come to rest alongside the ropes face down.

Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung: “DAMMIT!!”

Lady_Darcy: “YESSSSSS!!!!!...” I squeal in elation, pumping my arms and fists into the air... as you crash down sideways onto the canvas... after a moment I suddenly realize that I should back off and let the referee in... I look around, my chest heaving up and down as I puff heavily, "COME ON!... (puff)... GET OVER HERE AND COUNT!!..." I scream at the referee... moving away from you, heading towards the far ropes, I can hear the referee starting the count... ONE!!... TWO!!... THREE!!...

The_Mangler: “WOOOOO HOOOOO”

Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung: “Shut it Mangler!!”

The_Mangler: Smirks at my rival.

Pauline: Blood from my bashed in beak pooling under my head I barely hear the count but some instinct or unconscious reflex still makes me try to move and I lift my head the ring spins again and my face plants back into the mess on the ring floor as my eyes flicker briefly before i drift off again my body going limp as it gives up the struggle. the ref could count to hundred and I wouldn't know.

The_Mangler: “GOOD JOB DARCY!!”

Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung: “You will pay for this!!”

Lady_Darcy: I can hear the crowd yelling, I look over at you and as the referee counts you start to make an effort, a... valiant... but ultimately futile... effort to get up, you head coming up a few inches off the canvas before flopping down onto the canvas... I look out over the top rope to where @Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung is sitting and point at your prone body, yelling at Suki, "SHE'S DONE!!... IT'S OVER!!... YOU'RE NEXT BITCH!!..." then I look back at you and squeal at the referee... "IT'S OVER... CALL IT!!..."

Suki_the_Jap_Girl_owned_by_KimJung: “Any time you tub of lard!”

Lady_Darcy: The referee waves their arms over you to signal the end of the match... calling for the bell... DING!... and then for the medic to come into the ring.... I pump my arms into the air in a victory salute and start to parade around the ring... sneering at Suki as she is making allusions to a tub of lard...

Published: 2024-02-13, viewed 42 times.