Strike OR Pass

10:33 Zoxicker: A while back, I met a Jamaican bitch who thought she was a better boxer than the rest. She pissed me off, so I decided to challenge her! A brutal boxing match in an old boxing club in the ring. It was midnight, and I entered the room where the ring is located. My opponent wasn't there yet. I walked through the ring ropes and stood in my red corner. I was wearing a red sports bra, red Everlast shorts with a wide white elastic waistband, and red 10-ounce Everlast boxing gloves. A delicate, matching white mouthguard stood out in my mouth. My bare feet were gently pressing the ring mat. The first beads of sweat were running down my muscular, sculpted stomach, and my face was slightly shiny from the Vaseline. I was going to knock this Jamaican bitch out! I'm 5'7" tall and weigh 140 pounds.

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10:39 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: Arriving at the venue, I am soon into my black costume with gold trim ...feeling very nervous about boxing an experienced girl who is a bit of a legend...Pulling on my black gloves and sucking in my gold mouth guard, I enter the ring and go to my corner...Damn, this girl looks tough, I think to myself as I look at you across the ring...My black skin is shining from a thin layer of sweat under the lights....I slow my breathing and roll my shoulder and neck as I try to relax.

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10:41 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: My feet and legs feel a bit hard on the ground, so I try to bounce on my toes to loosen up and find some rhythm before we start

10:46 Zoxicker: I look at you. Beautiful chocolate skin, long legs, heavily accentuated makeup that gives you a distinct edge. You move easily in the corner of the ring on large bare feet with black-painted nails. Your stomach and arms are defined, but not as well as my gladiator-like, sculpted abs. You look good, but that won't help you against my red boxing gloves. I gently smile at you with my white mouthguard, "Ready to meet the canvas of the ring, Jamaican bitch!" I smile confidently and slam my red boxing gloves together. TAP TAP! The thud echoes through the empty room. We fight without rounds until one of us is counted to 10 by our opponent. I see you tossing your fluffy, black, curly hair. And your defined abs are visible with every movement of your body.

10:55 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: I stretch my arms up high and bring them down slowly out wide as I try to distract you a bit, my nerves starting to ease as the confrontation nears the start....I've never tried this style before and having no rounds is going to take some doing, but I know my stamina is good and I know I can hit hard, but can I last long enough against such a strong opponent. We are matching size, but your muscles are more impressive and I guess it's time to see how you use them....I ease from my corner "Ready if you are you pale faced whore" I retort as I slip into my southpaw stance...right foot forwards and slightly side on ..giving you less of a target ...

11:02 Zoxicker: I'm calm, I see you're probably nervous. You wanted a brutal fight, so I'll give it to you! I raise my guard high, keeping it quite tight. My left glove against your guard, my right slightly forward. When we're close, I start by throwing a left jab at your guard. I rotate my hips, giving the punch a powerful punch, as if it were the first punch of the fight. Your guard loosened because the punch bounced off it. Then I twist my hips and abs again, delivering a right jab aimed at your left cheek, just below the eye. My red boxing glove passes between your guard and connects. The first clean punch of the fight. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, and your head tilts slightly back. Your gold mouthguard flashes in the ringlight. And I return to my guard, "You like my red Everlast boxing glove, bitch!"

11:14 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: When you send out your first jab, I feel your strength and my guard breaks so you can tag me with a right that catches me hard in the face...my heads snaps to one side and I roll my upper body with it and come up tall and whip my right glove out wide to try and get around your guard and send a hook into the side of your head...this I follow up with a short range left uppercut, bending my knees and thrusting up from a low start point to try and drive my glove into your chest...then take a pace back and reset and try to ignore the pain in my cheek

12:14 Zoxicker: You deliver a wide uppercut that bypasses my guard and hits me square in the cheek. "ughtff!" I back away slightly, but then your boxing glove hits my chest, taking my breath away. I bend my legs slightly, coming down and delivering a straight punch to your soft stomach. 💥 Then I adjust my high guard. I work lightly on my feet, sometimes standing on my toes and working with my upper body. I don't attack, but I calm my breathing and recover before the next attack. I watch to see if your left eye swells after my precise blow

12:46 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: My confidence takes a little boost as I manage to beat your guard twice and see you gasp in some air...luckily I decided after my second shot to make a move back so that when your glove hits my belly I am at your arms length and it takes away some of your power, but I still feel it...I have my hands up and I'm waiting for a further attack which doesn't come ...I feign left with half a step but then use a straight right to try and slam into your left cheek again and turn it into a little combination with a left hook at your ribs...a right jab at your chin and finally going low again I try to repeat my success with a left uppercut travelling towards your jaw as I rise fast.....My uppercut hits something and I dance back and left to circle you a bit and reset

12:55 Zoxicker: I see you're attacking, so I tighten my guard even more and tighten my abdominal and arm muscles that hold my guard. I see you're going for a bigger set. I protect my face, taking most of the punches on my guard, until suddenly your black boxing glove hits me in the ribs. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the room, and I part my lips slightly, letting out a groan. My guard involuntarily lowers slightly, and then your straight punch catches me in the chin, twisting my face. Then I see you throw a left hook. I managed to raise my red boxing glove to my guard 🥊. I catch my breath, seeing you're getting confident. I need to blacken your eye to blur your vision. I bend my legs slightly, going lower, and deliver a strong right jab to your stomach, specifically your navel. Then he delivers a quick right jab to your eye, which he's already hit once, to blacken it. "How are you holding up, Jamaican bitch!"

15:42 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: I hear a satisfying groan spill from your lips when my rib shot is successful and, with your guard dropping, I see your chin take a direct hit...and I look in surprise as you take it so well....by the time your gloves come up I'm back in my southpaw setting ...gloves high, elbows tucked in and my body tightened for an attack that I am sure will come this time...When you bend I go with you a little and the jab shoots towards my belly I am able to use my arms to stop it landing and, before I rise again your jab slams into my left eye, just a bit above the earlier strike and that seems to be tightening my skin...my head jerks and I move back and defend myself as you mock me again ..."Fuck you bitch" I growl as I bite down on the gum shield to get through the pain in my eye...A couple of deep breaths and I'm back at you Two right jabs at your left eye this time and a hard left fired off to try and hook your ribs as I step half a pace left hoping you lower your guard again as I revert to my right with a vicious cross aimed at your nose

16:38 Zoxicker: I'm pleased with the way my red boxing gloves slam into your chocolate face, stretching your skin. One more good punch to that eye and you'll blacken your eye purple, so no one will fuck you for long because you won't be as pretty anymore. But you don't let up, biting down on your mouthguard and charging in, losing much of your strength. Two straight jabs also land under my eye. I feel your black boxing glove hit me under my eye, and then your punch shatters my ribs. A clear grimace of pain appears on my face. I see your next punches flying towards my nose, but they bounce off my boxing gloves in my guard. I'm angry. Neither of us gains the upper hand, and sweat drips down our bodies. Then I tip the scales in my favor. First a left hook to your stomach, then a strong, fast right jab, aimed perfectly at your eye, which you've already hit twice! "I hope you like purple makeup, bitch."

17:20 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: As usual, I bounce back a pace or so after I've completed my attack and I'm ready for you response...my cheek and eye socket still hurt and the swelling has got a bit bigger....perhaps the two good jabs in my last attack will start to cause you trouble around your left eye....I am consciously giving more protection to my left eye as I twist my body and push my right foot forwards....my arms are high and your left hook lands hard in my belly sending a whoosh of air and a grunt of pain out between my lips....but I keep those gloves up and your right jab has to travel a long way, I see it coming and block it with my left and step closer ...and, having taken your right glove wide...I have a good shot at your face and waste no time firing of a straight right at your left eye...my shoulder goes back and my black glove fires like a missile as I get my upper body right behind the punch....I take a half step forwards as I deliver it and follow up with my left into your ribs, trying to hook around your defence "If I hit your face harder it might give you a chance to find someone that actually thinks you look good for once" I hiss as I step back and left to re-shape

11:15 Zoxicker: I'm pleased to see you when I see your left eye beginning to swell even more. I succeeded in causing you discomfort. At the same time, I feel my red boxing gloves hitting your soft belly, softening it even more. However, you bite down on your mouthguard and move to attack, attacking my guard and parting it so that your black boxing glove strikes my face with great force, right on my cheek, just below your left eye. I see you want to respond to my good punches that have disfigured your face purple. After your punch, I jolted slightly, and my vision flickered slightly! "You need to try harder, chocolate bitch." I spit on the ring floor beneath our sweaty feet and deliver a juicy, powerful right hook to the center of your soft belly, followed by a juicy, straight right to your left eye, finishing the series with a powerful left hook to your right cheek. 🥊💥💥💥 waiting for one of the blows to seriously damage you and soften your legs

12:05 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: Unsurprisingly my efforts are being easily dealt with by my more experienced opponent, the ones that manage to find their target do not seem to affect you unduly....You mock me again, and I have no real answers to your attacks, which are fast, accurate and powerful. When you go for my belly again, I manage to block it with my arms as I crouch a bit, but that leaves my right eye exposed and I am to slow to block the shot completely but manage to take the sting from it...however your left hook comes in so fast and catches me as I come upright again....The punch lands low on my cheek and into my jaw....spit flies from my mouth and my gumshield nearly goes to...a mist of sweat sprays in the air as my head is smashed out of shape and whipped to my left with a vicious jolt. I stagger sideways, my legs like rubber, my head swims and I drop to my knees in the middle of the ring

11:04 Zoxicker: You fight bravely, but your black eye is taking its toll. You lose your concentration, and my powerful left hook slams into your face, sending your saliva and sweat into motion. Your face hurts and contorts as my glove makes your legs buckle and your vision blur. You fall, dazed, to the ring floor, knees striking. I'm disappointed I didn't knock you flat on your back. "How do you like your purple eye?"

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11:12 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: I take a few moments to recover ...fuck you hit hard...then slowly get to my feet and suck my mouth guard back into place and take a couple of deep breaths....ignoring you again as I try to focus...bringing my gloves up, setting myself tight in my usual stance and rolling my neck a bit as I tuck in my chin, my eye a bit blurred as I step closer and try to surprise you a bit with a right jab at your face and follow that up by dipping my knees and aiming an uppercut, with my left, to your jaw

11:28 Zoxicker: Even though you were on the boards, you attack fiercely. Exhaustion is taking its toll, sweat dripping down our bodies. You land a right jab that hits me painfully on the cheek just below the eye, momentarily blurring my vision from that side. Your chocolate feet move slightly across the ring mat. I raise my guard and take your hook. He doesn't give you the ring back, but lands a left hook to your soft stomach, and then a right jab adds a black eye. "I'll close that eye, you chocolate bitch!"

11:37 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: I'm having a couple os successes with my attempts to bruise your cheek but still can't land the big one...my body is taking a lot of punishment...softening up for sure, but once again, as I expected , you go for my eye...this time I am ready and block it and try to reply by stepping slightly right and popping two quick right jabs at the red mark on your cheek...then I go back and left ...dipping my left shoulder low and rising fast as my left glove tries to out flank your guard in a wide hook travelling fast to your right jaw

09:44 Zoxicker: Just when I think I've got you trapped after my series of accurate shots and softening your face and stomach, I think you're already mine when I look at your pathetically swelling eye. But then you press hard and counterattack. Your straight punches reach my face, stinging like a wasp, and slightly tilt my head back. Suddenly, I feel your black boxing glove slam into my chin, snapping my head to the side. I stumble back slightly, raising my guard. "You chocolate bitch!"

09:52 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: I'm not sure who is the more surprised when I finally land a series of punches...I think something deep inside was awoken by your continued mocking...something that seems to have spurred me on, but I'm keeping focussed, you are one tough lady with what is probably the hardest punch I have ever felt in my short career....however, my sudden success spurs me on and as you stumble a bit I follow and see your guard raise ...going with two fast left uppercuts where I try to get under your guard with body shots...hoping your arms might lower to protect your body...I step half a pace left and dip my left shoulder as if to try another left hook, but twist my upper body and sent a right hook instead, looking for the left side of your jaw this time

09:59 Zoxicker: When my guard is down, I feel your black boxing gloves slam into my perfectly sculpted stomach. When I involuntarily lower my guard slightly, your boxing glove hits me in the jaw again, but it's not as hard as the last time. Still, the blow shakes me. I feel spittle flying again. I don't give up! I jab you in the stomach with a right jab, and when you cringe slightly, a right jab hits your swollen eye. "Is that all you can do, you son of a bitch!?"

10:05 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: you land two more good shots, my eye is really swollen now, but I'm determined not to go quietly and duck low again and swing what my trainer calls a haymaker...a wide left hook that starts in my feet as I pivot fast...rising and twisting my hips....driving my black glove towards your right jaw again and before the punch is complete my right glove is on the move hoping to hit your face with a straight forward drive at your nose

10:15 Zoxicker: You don't let up, and when your black boxing glove suddenly changes trajectory, it hits me in the middle of the nose, causing a trickle of blood to gush from my left nostril. I shake my head slightly, a few drops of blood falling onto my sports bra. I deliver a quick, juicy right hook to your liver, and then my left hook slams into your cheek!

10:21 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: You are still hurting me with your accurate shots, but at least I have the small satisfaction of drawing the first blood...I stay in close, ready to slug it out...I feel I have nothing to lose as the underdog...I'm sweating and my breathing is a little ragged ....and I go for it, a right hook to your body followed by a left uppercut aiming for your chest and then I swing my right arm again to hit the left side of your face, and then repeat that shot...but the best I hope will be my last shot...a vicious left uppercut...throwing all my strength into it ...all my fury travelling upwards to slam into your chin

10:28 Zoxicker: Your punches land on me. You're still keeping the pressure on me, but when you start preparing for your hook, I back away slightly, resting my back on the ring ropes. Your black boxing glove, in a powerful hook, flies past my cheek, sending a whoosh of air through the air. "Miss, bitch!" Then I bounce off the ring ropes, delivering a quick straight punch, still at your heavily blackened eye. "Come on, make that bitch close her eye!"

10:36 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: Damn I hiss...and then see you coming back fast...your glove aiming for my eye...I improvise as fast as I can and throw my self forwards, and, while you still strike my injured cheek the power was not at it's height as I had shortened the distance.. I was still coming for you, head first and collided with your face...my forehead striking you hard as your head was lowering a bit and I was a little off balance...I feel your face mash into my hard Jamaican head with bone crunching force a second before my whole body hits yours and pushes you against the ropes

18:47 Zoxicker: Suddenly, your head hits mine, causing pain to throb throughout my head. I stumble back, surprised, not expecting such an attack from you. I raise my hands to a high guard, trying to protect my head. Fighting without rounds takes its toll on my body and muscles. But I came here to win against the Jamaican bitch!

18:51 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: I've taken a lot of punishment but when I see the result of my head butt I feel a little extra bounce in my step and as your hands go up high I stay in quite close and try to capitalise on your temporary discomfort and send two hard, short left uppercuts into your body and , hoping the guard comes down, swing a big right to try and have an effect on your left cheek

19:37 Zoxicker: I feel your black boxing gloves hitting my sculpted abs. I lower my guard slightly, and then I feel your boxing glove hit my left cheek, twisting it hard to the side. I exhale, showing my mouthguard, and my vision darkens slightly, and my legs go weak. I see your abs working as you throw a punch.

20:51 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: Suddenly I seem to be scoring some good hits and it puzzles me as to what has changed...could it be my tough, fit looking opponent is lacking a little stamina, could it be I got lucky with a punch and hurt her more than I realised. I can't find an answer, maybe I need that bit more experience. To me you seem to be wobbling and I keep up the pressure by throwing a straight right at your face...bending low and rising as my left uppercut seeks your jaw and I try another shot at that left cheek with a big right hook...bounce back a couple of steps and takes so deep breaths

20:58 Zoxicker: Ughtffff, I let out a groan of pain as your hook hits my cheek with great force. My vision goes dark and my legs go weak. I fall limply onto my back on the cool ring mat, throwing my arms out to the sides, unable to believe what happened. I take deep breaths and try to clear my vision. Fucking Jamaican bitch 🥊

21:06 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: The ring shakes a bit....sweat flies from your head as it hits the floor....Shocked maybe an understatement as I see my legendary opponent hit the floor....I retreat to a neutral corner and look over at you...expecting her to rise at any moment, bouncing on my toes, taking deep breaths and trying to stay focussed

21:12 Zoxicker: I calm my breathing. You return to your corner and I slowly rise from the ring boards. My cheek hurts, thick sweat drips down my body, and adrenaline pumps. I look at you and your black eye, and I bite down on my mouthguard, "You'll regret this, you little bitch!"

21:17 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: I try to smile but it hurts my face and I just shrug and slip back into my stance, tightening my guard and flexing ready for you to attack, but, as you are cussing me again, I cross the ring swiftly and start with another rogh hook aimed as the swelling on your left cheek and continue by dropping my left shoulder and lining up another left uppercut...but it doesn't come, instead , at the last moment , I turn a bit right and send an uppercut at your jaw with my right glove

21:31 Zoxicker: I want to attack, but your hooks alternately hit my cheeks, twisting them hard and pushing them back against the ring ropes. Then I deliver a hook to your liver. The pain makes you drop your gloves, and I hit you there with my red glove, rotating my abs with the punch. "Try that, bitch!"

21:36 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: My strikes work again but you return them with credit....the knock down doesn't seem to have affected you and your red glove strikes my face...snapping my head back and I taste blood in my mouth and feel a trickle coming from my nose...sweat flies off my face and I see a few stars and step back until I feel the ropes behind my back...shaking my head I try to focus and bring in my defence and try to cover up as best I can

21:44 Zoxicker: I see your back hitting the ring ropes. I follow you like a predatory cat and, rotating my hips and abs, deliver a juicy, powerful right hook to your delicate, bruised stomach, knocking the wind out of you, making you double over. "How do you feel now, bitch!?"

21:51 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: The strike hurts like fuck and the words sting...not only sting but make me angry...you've called me names and mocked me all through the match....I breath deep...ignore my pains and dig deep into my Jamaican resolve and come at you ...A left hook flies high and fast at your right cheek, followed by two fast right jabs at the centre of your face and then I try my left uppercut...starting low and getting every ounce of power into the punch as I drive it at your jaw, and my flurry ends with a vicious straight right at yur left eye...then I step away and take a breath as I defend myself

22:00 Zoxicker: 🥊💥💥

22:07 Zoxicker: You lunge at me with determination, and your punches land on my face. However, I try to balance my body so that your punches land on my face, but not with too much force. I see you struggling for breath, anger overpowering your technique, and your punches and movements begin to show. He stops your attack with a powerful left jab to your soft stomach, then rotates his hips, sculpted abs, and foot, and delivers a devastating right hook to your left cheek, just below your purple-black eye. A cloud of sweat and saliva sprays into the air. A moan of pain escapes your lips, and your black mouthguard falls from your mouth like a bullet and lands nearby on the sweat-drenched ring mat. I see your gaze vacant, and time seems to have stopped.

22:07 Zoxicker: 🥊💥💥

22:09 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: I have invited @Amalia_Torres to join #SJ_vs_Zo.

22:12 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: My punches work but not hard enough and my onslaught is stopped by a wicked right hook...the pain doesn't register and my eyes cloud over and the room spins and the last thing I remember is the canvas coming up to meet my face

22:30 Zoxicker: Cleaver! I see my red boxing glove dimming your light and your left eye swelling shut. Saliva drips from your mouth onto the ring mat, and I tense my abs and arms and place my sweaty, salty foot on your face, pressing hard against your face, nose, and mouth so you can smell its salty scent. I start counting you 1...2...3...4...5...6

22:33 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: THere is a vague sense of pressure on my face...and I can hear some words but they make no sense to my scrambled brain...

12:31 Zoxicker: I continue counting 7...8...9...10 KO. I place my white, bare, sweaty foot on your face, pressing hard against your mouth, nose, cheek so that you feel every inch of my soft, stinky foot and my long toes. KO, bitch!

12:36 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: The room starts to come into focus ....my face twisted to the side and covered by your foot...I'm chest down and struggling to breath and it takes a few moments to realise I've lost....I try to process what happened, but it's a bit of a blur...but I don't think I disgraced myself....Fuck my body hurts

12:42 Zoxicker: I stand with my foot on your face and flex my abs and arms, striking a victory pose. I smile gently with my mouthguard, and my body looks like a gladiator's. There is only one queen of the ring.

12:46 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: My eyes are open now...and the pain is making itself known, my eye is soo bad, I can't see properly and I need air...I try to roll on my back and the front of my body screams...you punished it so much and hitting the deck unconscious didn't help....my knees curl under me and I try to knock your foot away

12:56 Zoxicker: I press my foot against your face one last time, so you can linger in its taste and scent. Then I exit the ring, swaying my hips and walking on the long toes of my bare feet. "See you later, Jamaican bitch."

16:17 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: I finally manage to sit up and fill my lungs, and very slowly leave the ring

16:17 Sweet_Jamaicas_back: the end