THE SWEETEST SCIENCE

1:58 PM:  Cara Mell

I watch you closely, observing you from across the ring. You are older, sure, but you are looking formidable. Tall. Sturdy. Fit. Like the type of guy i'd devour if i was in the right mood. But you are more dangerous than most guys my age. Your body conveys power. They way your gloves smack together, sending loud slapping sounds echoing through the basement, making me shiver in anticipation. Watching you place your mouthguard reminds me off how i not want to lose my teeth and i use one glove to spread my breasts, while i put the other underneath them, to catch the white mouthguard i had plucked deep into my cleavage back when i was procuring my gear. I slide the mouthguard between my lips, a sly smile on them, just in time for the DING DING! of the opening bell.

2:04 PM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

as you separate your breasts and take off your mouthpiece to put it on your mouth I simply gaze in wonder... wow... sexy move... but i smile and put my mind into the fight again... the bell is about to ring and I am jumping, redy to get to the center and slug it out... you smile... you sure are confident and i love that... as the bell rings I move forward, gloves up, left a little forward... studying how you move in this small ring...

2:10 PM:  Cara Mell

There it is. The bell. I am excited. I should be or it would be a bad sign. This fight is going to get tough, no doubt about it. But i push out of my corner like you don't tower over me and outweight me by several dozen pounds. Instead looking to open furiously. But first, after making it to the center, shuffling in my orthodox stance, i offer you my glove to tap. Just like you had done when you let me into your home. It's a sign of respect and i have nothing but respect for you at the time being. But once that's checked off the list, i am back to business. I tuck my elbows in tightly, keep my gloves at chin height and go on the attack. Stepping into your daringly long range and snap a crisp left jab upwards. Aiming for your guard. Not expecting to break through with the most basic of attacks. I double up with another left jab, this one targeting your sternum, before i try to bounce back out of reach. I want to feel you out. Test guard and reactions. R1-1:50

2:15 PM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

the bell rings and you spring up your corner fast... you get closer and offer your glove to tap like a good sport... I tap it with my right, nodding with my head... I put my guard up, clenching my elbows... my gloves covering my chin... I see you coming fast and WHUP your jab slams my gloves hard with a whipping sound, your arms are strong... you then UFFFF slide a jab agianst my chest that smacks my body hard and then jump back... you are way faster than me that's for sure... but I am bigger... I move forward, leaning low... then USH USH throw a double left jab, aiming to your guard to test your defenses... R1 1:40

2:21 PM:  Cara Mell

I need to rely on speed and skills to beat you. Yes, i am strong, but i am never going to win if i challenge you with brute force. And maybe a few more decious tactics could get handy down the line. But for now, i want to show you i am a boxeadora worthy of your time and effort. You come after me as expected, slower for sure, but i soon get a first taste of your power. THUD THUD! Your black glove hammers into my guard, making my arms tremble and shake, even pushing my gloves back towards my face. And that were just your jabs, dammit! But i can't let that deter me and i need to resist the urge to just keep pacing back or you'll have me pinned to the ropes in no time. I kick back into gear instead. I lean right, like i am about to try and counter around your left jab, lean back and step left to try and open a lane for a quick left hook. Trying to loop white leather behind your right arm and towards your ribs USH! While i circle to my left, trying to keep the ropes away from my back. R1-1:30

2:26 PM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

you move fast, and your guard stops my jabs perfectly... I try to cover again but you are faste and UFF your glove slam my body hard... precise punch perfectly executed... I soak them, I can stand a lot of punishment... and I see I got you right... you move slick and fast and you pack some punch! "es una buena boxeadora", I think, and I smile... this is going to be a great fight... as you move to your left I pivot, facing you.... lean forward and go at you again... I USH fire a left jab aimed to your face again... and then step forward and USH try to slide a right hook into your guard and hit your body yt R1 - 1:20

2:35 PM:  Cara Mell

I'm fully aware of my advantages and disadvantages in this bout and i am sure you are as well. They are too obvious not to notice. You are like a tank on two legs, soaking up my hook without budging, while i am nimble and shifty. Which is exactly while i try to evade your next jab. You lean, a potential chance for me to counter, but i manage to weave around your jab, making it swish by my right ear, only to meet and greet your hook. NGHH! The impact jars through my elbow, taking a lot of sting out of the hit before your glove makes contact with my ribs, but it still pushes me off my delicate balance again. Stumbling a step to my right before regaining my balance, i quickly realise the opportunity to counter is gone and i simply try to pepper your nose with a quick left jab before i want to backtrack and circle again, this time to my right. R1- 1:10

4:05 PM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

as my left jab is stopped I try to be as fast as I can... though my hook is partially stopped by your elbow I hear you grunting with the impact... though you feel it you don't reel back... you UGH slam my nose with a flashing quick left jab... but before you jump back again I USH try to fire a left hook aiming to your gut again, knnowing that I must take some air off your sails to make you a clearer target

4:12 PM:  Cara Mell

I try to bounce back, knowing i have already lost too much time on that balancing act and the jab as a risk. But i am learning a few things this round. You are sturdy. You hit hard. And your reach is even longer than one would think. Your left comes slicing in under my right elbow, and it's only thanks to me withdrawing that you don't beat all the air out of me. GUHHH! I grunt as black leather meets my abs, bouncing me back further than i had wanted to. I can roll with the blow somewhat, but there is no denying it. That one hurt a bit. I need to reset and rethink while you have not cracked me down too much yet. R1- 0:50

4:16 PM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

my glove contacts your body and as you grunt, I feel the satisfying impact on my shoulder... you still reeling back, but there is not much space to run in this small ring... I usually box vs bigger women who fight as I do, that is, stand and slug it out hard, not too much fancy footwork... I try to move with you and keep the pressure on... as I get into the distance I fire USH a left jab aiming to your face... then move my shoulder like preparing a right hook to your body again but as I throw it USH I suddenly change it into a right hook aiming to your face yt R1 0:40

4:21 PM:  Cara Mell

I know this ring is smaller, but knowing it and feeling it are two vastly different sides of the same coin. I can tell i have got not much more space to back up. Seeing the midpoint of the ropes to the sides well past me already, giving me a sense of HOW much space i have already given up. And you push forward as expected. You lead with a jab, which i once again lean around and i instictivly start circling away to my right, away from your dominant hand. That is the only thing saving me from getting my head taken off. Because your feint has me drawing my guard just a tad lower, but i can see how you change direction just in time. And still, the power behind your glove, even only banging into mine, sees me stagger closer towards the ropes to my sides. I am not used to getting bullied around the ring like this and, so far, i seem to have no answer for it, but trying to make it through the round with as little casualties as possible R1-0:30

4:26 PM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

you are fast and manage to see the faint coming... though my punch rattles you a bit, your glove stops it for doing so much damage... you keep on reeling back, boxing smart, looking for a good chance... I follow you, as you jump and move evading the worst of my punches... I move forward as you are near the ropes... throw USH a left hook aiming to your ribs then USH a right straight aiming to your face yt R1 0:20

4:35 PM:  Cara Mell

Your power just seems too much for me to handle. It's a showcasing of my weight classes are a thing in boxing. I feel like a little nutshell, getting tossed around by the tsunami that are your punches. I am starting to feel the heat, feel the vicinity of the ropes, which i only ended up closer to somehow. But so far, i have managed. Managed to defend. To block and weave, but i've hardly hit you so far. Instead i am getting battered around by your sheer power and it doesn't get any better at the end of the round. I lean right, using my arm to block your left hook and prepare for the right, but this one clips through - BURSTS through my guard and snaps my head back. NGHHH! My brown ponytail bobbles and i am send back into the ropes, my nose stinging. I can only do what i've done for the latter half of this round and turtle up behind my guard. R1 0:10

4:39 PM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

my right hits your face dead on! you reel back putting your guard up, protecting your body and face... your feet are steady, but I am sure you felt this one... you reel back fast but there is not much room to move... as you lean over I get closer trapping you against the ropes, and USH USH firing a left hook-right hook combo aiming to your ribs, knowing that there is not much time left... and then DING DING the bell marks the end of the first round yt R1 0:00

4:48 PM:  Cara Mell

I know i'm in trouble as soon as i feel the ropes on my back. I can do little but hunker down and brace for impact. And good thing i did brace, because the i see your black boots step into view and then the first hook slams into my arm. Pushing me along the ropes, bullying me almost, into the right hook, which bangs my other arm. You are laying it on now and i know my arms are going to be bruised by tomorrow. Heck, probably by tonight. But, thankfully, the bell saves me from getting hammered deeper into the ropes. I am suddenly very glad i chose to go with rounds as my arms drop and i push off the ropes, displaying an iery smile as if i didn't just ger my ass handed to me. "Good round, Mikey!" I say after i spit my mouthguard into my left glove. "Maybe you'll catch me with a few more punches next time!" I talk up my own bravado and stride past you towards my corner.

4:54 PM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

as the bell rings, you lift yourself up from your turtle position... you smile, your nose a bit reddened, but the colour on your cheeks and the sprout of sweat in your face and shoulders make you feel even more desirable... you smile fizing your eyes on mine... I smile too as you past by me aiming to your corner... I go to mine, not sitting, but drinking a sip of water... "you can be sure that some glove love will be goiing your way soon, Cara!" I grunt from my corner... the timer marks TEN SECONDS with its electronic voice and I brace myself... pound my gloves together, PSH PSH, eyes fixed on yours, in this small ring... advantage of weight, reach and the size of the ring are on my side... but your defensive skill is awesome and you can hit well too! I will be careful... the bell is about to ring... and DING DING here it goes, time for round 2!

5:03 PM:  Cara Mell

The first round was not a catastrophy, but not far off one either. You beat me at will, taking just one hit, and while i didn't eat too much leather myself, it really didn't help to get my arms peppered by shot after shot. Also, my nose will only be able to handle so many punches, but for now, i can consider myself a lucky daughter of a gun. I lean back against the pads in my corner, arms stretched out, mighty chest heaving. I am glowing with presperation, but i am nowhere close to throwing in the towel...if i could. No. I sip some water, let your taunt trickle off me like raindrops of a lotus leaf and get ready for the bell. The buzzer sounds, 10 seconds out, and i shove my mouthguard back in, gloves come up and i am ready. Not even trying to wipe the bad memory of the previous round off my mind. Instead basking in it, trying to learn, just as the bell rings once more.

5:11 PM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

as the bell rings, I lift myself chewing my mouthguard on... trying not to get distracted by that awesome body you have... put my gloves together, move forward, and corresponding, I extend my right for a friendly touch... then I put my guard up again, circling... move closer and USH USH fire a left jab-right jab aimed to your face yt R2 1:50

5:18 PM:  Cara Mell

I bump my ass into the corner pads, gloves up and elbows tucked in tightly again. Another tap of gloves and off we go again, but you try to pick back up where you left off. Bullying me around the ring. Two jabs smack into my guard right off the bat, rattling my gloves, but i remain calm and focused. Patient. Lean right but step left like i did in the first round, twist and flick my shoulder to feint a left hook, trying to bait you into a counter i can punish. R2 1:40

5:21 PM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

you move your shoulders after stopping my jabs expertly... I must keep the pressure on... I get closer, seeing that you seem to have a strategy... you are faster than me that's obvious... I lean forward and as you feint your left hook I can't help lifting my right arm exposing my side... firing USH a right hook aiming to your face that I expect to be exposed R2 1:30

5:28 PM:  Cara Mell

You have been boxing absolutely flawless to this point. Using your size and strength, never overextending, taking your time in picking me apart. But now you slip up. Your right rises and comes roaring towards my face. A scary sight, admittedly, but i am ready. Knees bend, head pulls down and your hook sails far and wide over my head while i kick things up a gear. Knowing this is my first real chance. One step left to get to your side, twist off my left foot and try to slam a left hook into your side, just under your ribs. PSH! i start to rise and unwind another left hook, this one trying to slice over your right arm and into your right eye USH. Trying to pepper you with punches, i take a risk. Sliding back right and in front of you, well within your reach, i explode upwards, biceps bulging as i try to drive a right uppercut square into your gut, just above those black trunks. USH! R2 1:20

5:35 PM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

I am too slow and you take your chance... UGHH I feel your glove drilling into my side on a precise punch, stroong adn perfect... then before I can cover myself UGGHH your glove slams my eyesocket hard! drops of sweat fly from the impact... then UGHHH your upper slams my gut hard and I loudly hufff... you have administrated a three-punch treatment in less that a fucking second... you knew you had a good chance and took it, and now, a little trickle of blood starts pouring from the cut on my eyebrow... I soak the punches, knowing I must be more careful... you hit hard and are brave... you remain close, expectant, and I try to counter before you jump back again and USH fire a cross left aimed to your right cheek and then lower my shoulder and USH fire a right hook hoping to hit your gut again yt R2 1:10

5:45 PM:  Cara Mell

PAFF PAFF PAFF. I feel the rippled up my arms and suddendly i'm fucking hyped. I just pieced you up with a clean combination and while it will take many, many more punches to put you out of commison, i just resurrected myself after the bad first round. And if you think i am backing of now, you're placing your money on the wrong horse, Buck-O! Your left cross comes in hot, but i am far too close to even try and back out of range now. This is where i decide to go toe to toe, but i am still going to outbox you, even if it is on a dime. I tuck my chin in and roll my right shoulder forward, putting as much resistance in front of that cross as i can, blocking it with a whole body effort. The impact is jarring, but i stand my ground and keep pushing closer, forcing an awkward angle for your right hook and taking a lot of sting out of it with my left arm. It's very risky, but i am looking to do damage now or never. I step my left boot right next to your right and try to dig a tight left-right combination into your gut. PSH PSH. Before i finaly bounce back, apparently not wanting to push my luck any further. R1 1:00

5:49 PM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

you keep close and block my punches with amazing expertise! you then move forward instead of back and UGH UGFF slam a great combo left-right into my gut... hard punches that drill into my body! I grunt with the impacts... but I hoped you do would do that... and knowing that you are surely ready to jump back again I am ready and I try to surprise you driving USH a right cross aimed to your left cheek as fast as I can right after your one-two... yt R2 0:50

5:57 PM:  Cara Mell

I am hammering away with great success...or so i think. Because whatever i've thrown at you so far, has done little to slow you down and you predict me backing off. Suddenly i am faced with black leather looking to explode on my jawline and this time, i have no out. The right cross smacks my cheek, snapping my head about. GUUUH! Sweat and saliva spritzes, my body threatens to twirl and after just one hefty hit, i am back to square one, if not even off worse. R2 0:40

6:00 PM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

you are hit, and you try to recover after the impact... but you soak it well... I move forward positioning myself in a way that you are between the ropes and me... hell and a hard place... I go low trying to pressure you before you compose your guard and USH USH fire a left hook-right hook aimed to your gut trying to take some more air off your dails yt R2 0:30

6:05 PM:  Cara Mell

You just keep on marching, keep on pushing, and now is where i start to feel a first dread of panic. What do i need to throw at you to make you budge. Sure, it hasn't been the kitchen sink yet, but that five piece i just layed out would have had the majority of opponents sprawled out at my feet. But not you. Not with your size. And you work me towards the ropes again, forcing me to take another hook on my forearms, before i take last step back and deep into the ropes to make the second hook fall short. I am in fucking trouble, but that doesn't stop me from trying to surprise you by stepping right into the dragons den with my right and sling a vicious right cross towards your nose! R2 0:20

8:35 AM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

you are fast, and you know how to make the effects of my punches less harmful for you... I am doing my job well in the ring, but it is harder for me to fight smaller adversaries, as I am used to heavyweights... as I try to cover UGHH your right cross slams my nose hard... you are slick, your combos are perfectly executed, you are a brave fighter... your punches hurt, but I can stand that... as you are still close I USH fire a left hook aiming to your ribs... trying to drive you to the ropes again yt R2 0:10

9:03 AM:  Cara Mell

I am fighting for my life and it is just the second round. I am struggling to handle your power punches and all that is keeping me alive, is the speedy and well-executed defensive effort i am putting up. Smashing your nose feels good, but i know it will take a lot more than that, specially with a left hook coming my way in return. I can not keep eating your punches or i'll be looking like minced meat before we've made it to round 5. I jump forward instead and wrap you up, getting so close that your hook turns into a budy-hugging paw instead, and push my bare breasts against your lower chest and upper abs for a tight clinch while i ride out the round until DING DING! I can finally catch a breather. R2 0:00

9:07 AM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

you come close making my punch less effective... you clinch, hugging me hard as I feel your hot breasts mashing against my chest... the bell rings and I grunt... you keep your clinch, breathing hard... our sweat mixes after this too rounds... feeling great so far, even after some pummeling on my gut and a cut on my eyebrow, that bleeeds but not too much... I stand, feeling your weight against my body... I pat your hot ass with my right glove as we stay glued to each other... "how is is feeling so far, Cara? what you expected?" I say, recovering my steady breath...

9:14 AM:  Cara Mell

My breathing is starting to slow down, the rapid swelling and collapsing of my breasts against your sweaty skin becoming less frequent. "It's good, Mike." I respond between breaths. "Tough, but good!" Glancing up, i notice the cut, something i take note of, before i take inventory about how i feel. My nose is a little sore, but my abs and ribs are worse of for the wear. It have only been one or two solid punches that have landed to my sides and abs respectivly, but at that right, i am not going to make it awake out the other side. No matter, i finally have a plan going forward, and i peel myself off of you. "Tick Tock, Mikey. Round 3 is coming!" I blow you a kiss around my mouthguard before i stride my way back to my corner, hips swaying lustily.

9:18 AM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

as you blow me a kiss and wlak back to your corner, you look confident... I know you are an aesome boxer, and I am ready to face you again... my inventory is not too bad, though there is a limit to the punishing my gut can stand, I have not reached that limit... you hit hard but our weight difference plays in my favor... but you are dangerous, as the stinging pulsating paini from my eyebrow reminds me... and I know you surely have a plan... well, let's see it, I thing as I step back to my corner... not a long walk, on this small ring... and the bell rings for the third round!

9:25 AM:  Cara Mell

The round breaks are short and i have barely made it to my corner and squirted some water between my lips, that the warning buzzer sounds. Mouthguard back in and gloves up, i come out to fight at the bell. And this round, i've decided, i won't end with the back in the ropes. I tuck my arms in tightly, squishing my breasts together between my forearms, while droplets of sweat trickle down my body. My brown hair is clinging to my toned backside as i advance. My boots shift quickly on the canvas as i cut across the ring while weaving right to left and back. I burst right into range and twist off my backfoot, like i am trying to bury a hard right deep into your gut right off the bat. The intention matches my aggresive opening, but i lean down, weave right and bounce to the right, from where i toss a right hook towards your ribs. I want to keep preppering your body while staying away from your powerful right hand...not that you lack KO power in your left hammer either. R3 1:50

9:30 AM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

you come fast, all crouched, covering yourself perfectly, and you enter the distance in a flash... I am ready, guard up, knowing you will probably go for my gut... and so you do UFFF hitting my gut hard... but I stand it, though it is a great punch... keep my guard a bit up... then your flashing hook UFFF hits my ribs hard, and I really feel that punch... if I had a second he or she would be yelling "cover your body"... I know that, but I keep my guard up, a bit high, risking beeing hit in the body and looking at you as I move trying to stay in range... and looking for the best chance for sliding a good punch... I fire USH USH a double left jab aimed to your face to keep myself in the right distance...

R3 1:40

9:40 AM:  Cara Mell

You leave me with free reign over your body and i know something is up. It feels off. No matter how long it takes, i am going to break down your body, specially if you don't protect it. I can only assume that you bank on me getting to greedy and leaving my head unprotected. If that is what you are looking for... Your jabs are a first hint. They are not too dangerous. I slip the first, bending to my right to make it zip past my left ear, before my guard is back up to soak up the second. It feels like you are honing in, keeping the right distance for the big shot. I hope i am reading you correctly, because my whole plan hinges on it. I don't step back like i've done before, instead stepping up and into your reach. I want to force YOU to back yourself into the ropes for a change of pace, if you want to remain in ideal punching distance. And i know you'll want to, because i slip back in front of you and twist my hips like i am firing another left to your gut, trying to bait that right hand of yours. R3 1:30

9:45 AM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

I keep my guard up...I know you have a plan, you have shown to me you are a great and experienced boxer... you come closer, risking the close distance vs a bigger fighter... you're brave... and you avoid my jabs easily... I take one step back keeping my guard in place... I know I am slower and my perfect chance is to keep you close... I don't step back, keeping my place... then you move your hips like preparing another left and I see the perfect chance to fire a right punch... so my shoulder lowers and USH I pivot and fire a right cross trying to hit your face hard

9:53 AM:  Cara Mell

It's god darn risky. Baiting that right hand could have as well doomed my chances, if only you would have sniffed out my bait and switch. If you would have remembered that i did the exact same bait and switch just a round prior, also feinting the body punch before dipping down and letting your fight glove slice through thin air. It's a deja vu and if you would have seen it coming and gone for an uppercut...god forbid, i would be a mess. But you didn't. Instead, you find your cross hitting thin air again while i pop up to your right side from under your arm and try to pop two quick left jabs right above your right eyelid, where that cut is dribbling a little blood. I want to turn it into a pour. PSH PSH. The punches are quick instead of powerful, focused on it's target more than anything, and i try to bounce right back out of your reach instead of standing and trading like i did in round 2. R3 1:10

10:00 AM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

you are truly slick and smart... and UGH UGH I feel the fast jabs you slam into my eye, trying to make the cut worse... stinging pain and surely the bleeding will get worse as the round goes on... as we are very close the jabs cannot be at full power... but still... I soak the pain... grind my mouthguard and try to counter as you are still close... jerk my right arm back adn USH try to hit your ribs under your left arm hoping to catch you before you jump back...

10:05 AM:  Cara Mell

I am fighting smart. Have been fighting smart all bout. I need to in order to survive against you, but i am slowly getting fed up with serving up well thought-out combinations and set ups while you can just bully me around with big, hurled punches, like you do once more now. Thankfully, while you jerk your right arm back, i do the same with my left and bring it down to protect my ribs somewhat, but i can still feel the bruising power behind your blow. "NGHHH!" I grunt, once more bounced off your glove and to my right, giving you more space to work with and working my way back to mid-ring again, where i take a breath and want to look at my handywork, to see just how bad the bleeding might just be. R3 0:50

10:09 AM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

you move back fast, jumping around, showing your slick footwork... you are avoiding the toe to toe, logic move... I can tell that you are a really smart boxer... and that makes me more eager to send you to the canvas... though the pain stays, my eye pulsating, and I feel the blood trickling down my cheek, it does not affect my vision... yet... i face you again, keeping my guard up... move closer entering the distance... move forward and USH USh fire a left jab-right jab combo aiming to your face to make you covering and put some pressure on you again yt R3 0:40

10:19 AM:  Cara Mell

Our rounds are starting to show a pattern. I come out quick when the round starts, deal some damage, and then you try and force me back into the ropes again and again. The same is threatening to happen this round, with you smacking a firm two jab combination into my face, or at least try to. The first hammers into my guard, splitting my gloves slightly, but i've already gone on the move again, dicing to be more aggresive this round. I let the second jab pass by my right ear as i slip past it and step inside. I heave a left hook towards your ribs, getting as much of my weight behind the blow as i can. Then i explode upwards out of my crouched position. My biceps flares, my legs drive me up and i try to crack your chin with a right uppercut. It is a dicey combination for a smaller fighter against a heavyweight, but i have enough of ending the rounds in the ropes! R3 0:30

10:25 AM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

you are ready for my move... you flashingly move and UGHHHH slam my ribs hard with your left... cannot stop the blow and it really hurts... I lean a bit to my right with the force of the punch and I keep my position and my left is able to stop most of your upper though it slams my own left glove against my face with a cloud of sweat... I grunt with the impact... as you don't jump back immediately I USH try to counter aiming a good upper right aiming to your chin to stop your rythm...

10:31 AM:  Cara Mell

I have been fighting smart and composed all bout. I finally let my emotions take control for a split second decision and i dish out some punishment. Unfortunately, it isn't nearly enough to make it worth the price i am about to pay. I bring my left arm in the way of your uppercut, but the punch is way to powerful for my arm to do a lot. "NNEEERGHH!" My head is torn upwards by the hefty power punch. I can feel the knuckles compressing leather against my chin, tearing my head back and upright, while sweat and saliva spray. My legs wobble immediatly and i stagger backwards, back into -you guessed it- the ropes, which i lean into just to keep on my feet. R3 0:10

10:34 AM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

my upper hits your face and you stagger back... you slam the ropes again, looking a bit dazed... I move forward, knowing the round is about to end... move closer, trying to make some more damage before the bell and USH USH fire a left hook aimed to your ribs and a right cross aiming to your left cheek trying to stun you a bit more... bell is about to ring again... yt R3 0:00

10:38 AM:  Cara Mell

You have me badly messed up now towards the end of the round and take advantage of it. My guard is in shambles and your left hook hammers into my ribs, making me moan and groan. "Urghhh!" I bend and fold and your cross picks off my cheek, snapping it aroung and sending brown hair alongside crimson saliva flying. "BLLRGHH!" I gurgle as i am spun into the ropes, right as the bell rings, before i come bouncing off them, my legs give and i hit the canvas knees first, swaying a moment, before my momentum keeps me going and i flop against you.

10:44 AM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

my combo does the job... as my gloves connect you are clearly in shambles... your legs fail you as my right slams your face and you fall forward... your knees touch the canvas and then you fall forward against me... as your head hits my thigh, I hold you by your shoulders... lift you and help you lean on the cornerpads... "c'mon champ... it's alright... bell saved you" I say, holding you by your shoulders, checking on you...

10:50 AM:  Cara Mell

Everything is spinning about and i can not piece together what happened. I was slicing and dicing and...well, i got a little too confident, a little to brash, a little too emotional. You punished me with surgical precision and now i am in some fucking trouble. With my back against the corner pads, i slump and sink, until my ass hits the middle pad. My arms cling to the top rope while i shake my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. I am not looking good. Not good at all and the fourth round isn't far away either. "I...got it. B-back to your corner, Mike." I mumble.

10:54 AM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

I asked something without words, and you answer, as you sit on the ropes trying to shake the cobwebds... as you grumble those words I know for a fact that you are a true fighter... you are in bad shape but don't want to stop the fight... I respect that... I step back, breathing hard, and noticing the reddened patch on my left side after your brutal punches... you really can fight... and I love that... I clean my face a bit... eyesocket still bleeding but not badly... "you sure you feel like going on?" I say, pounding my gloves together...

11:03 AM:  Cara Mell

Your words sound like they are coming through a thick fog and it takes a moment for them to register. But once they do, my eyelids flick open and i glare at you from across the ring. There is something about a woman when she is furious. No matter how small she might be, she can make any man feel tiny in comparison. "I told you one thing before this fight, Mike!" I hiss, while i stand back upright against the pads, my body suddenly fueled by anger. "To box me like any opponent. To keep trying to knock me out, even if i go down or bleed. You had me down. I am bleeding." There is a little trickle of blood from the corner of my mouth, running along my bruised cheek and swelling chin before it drips onto my bare tits. "But if you don't try and knock me out with all you have, i am going to turn you into boxeador eunuco, comprende?"

11:07 AM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

I look at you growilng and hissing... "never wanted to disrespect you, Cara... just was asking as I would have asked with any other fighter, no offense intended" I say smiling... then I put my guard up again... as the bell rings DING DING I move closer... I check your moves to see if you have recovered from the bad moment you lived in the end of round 3... yt R4 2:00

11:11 AM:  Cara Mell

That sudden surge of adrenaline has revived me a bit but i am still considerably less nimble on my feet going into round 4. And that, really, is the biggest issue. I have survived by ducking and dodging your blows, but without the ability to do that, i feel like a capsized ship, ready to be gunned down. I am slow coming out if my corner, buying time, circling cautiously, but i can't jump over my own shadow. "Shut up and box me, Mike!" I hiss across the ring while i dance along the ropes, trying to keep as much distance as i can. R4 1:50

11:13 AM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

you move slowly, and your footwork is absent... you dance, moving along the ropes... you taunt me... "oh I don't need taunting to box anyone in the ring, sweet thing" and I move forward... then USH USH fire a double left jab aimed to your face to test your guard... and then USH a right hook aiming to your belly yt R4 1:40

11:20 AM:  Cara Mell

I am not trying to taunt, i just want to get on with it. I know my chances are slim at this point and i won't be running circles around you anymore. My body is soaked, my once white trunks have turned completely see-through while they cling to my body, making my black thong shine through. My tits wobble and drip sweat as your jabs pound into my guard, before you explode a right hook against my abs. "OUGH!" I grunt, feeling the leather dent my abs and toss me back into the ropes. I don't try to stand my ground, instead fighting the urge to throw up while i come bouncing off the ropes. My chances are slim, but i am still standing, and sling a left hook up towards your right eyebrow. My only hope is worsening your bleeding so much, that it evens out my slowed movements. R4 1:30

11:24 AM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

as my right hits your body you grunt... but you come back swinging from the ropes and UGH slam my eyebrow hard... pain gets worse... surely the bleeding wiil get worse too... feel my eye palpitating... you're not done yet... I move my shoulder down and USH fire a right hook aiming to your ribs again, trying to slam them hard... and make you lower your guard for my USH USH left cross-right cross combo aiming to your face yt R4 1:20

11:29 AM:  Cara Mell

I am going toe to toe against a heavyweight and the hook doesn't turn the cut into a gushing canyon, which blinds you with burning ferocity. That was my only hope, my last solace. Instead, i feel your right hook crash into my ribs, maybe even crack one of them, while my body caves around the hard punch. "GGUU-HUUURGH!" I groan, my gloves dropping involuntarily, and you pick me off with a two cross combination. The first flattens my nose with an unfortunate CRACK, spurting blood all over my lips and chest and the second sends my head back across the ropes. My body arches, my bare tits point at the ceiling lights, my arms drape across the ropes, before my upper body rebounds. My legs give and i start to tip forwards, slowly, like a felled tree. R4 1:10

10:02 AM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

I feel my combo slamming your body and face... you stumble back, completely defenseless, dazed and bleeding... your body is almost limp when you hit the ropes... blood spurts from your mouth as my last punch slams your face... you bounce from the ropes and start to tip forward... almost going down... but in the last instant my fighting instinct drives me... "finish the work" it says... don't let her go down thinking you did not gave her your best... that is what she asked and what she deserves... so I jerk my right arm and USH I fire a hard cross right aimed to your completely exposed jaw...

yt r4 1:00

10:12 AM:  Cara Mell

I am already out of it at this point. There is no recovering from your last barrage. My arms dangle limp by my sides, my jaw is slacking, leaving me in perfect position for the finishing shot. Your black glove cracks into my jaw and the THUD of leather hitting skin echoes through the basement like a gunshot. "BLEEERRGHH!" It help covers the sound my body makes, as my last bit of dignity is stripped off me. My bloody mouthguard is slung out of my mouth and send scattering across the canvas. Bloody and sweat and saliva stain the canvas in droplets and strings while my head twists and is jerked into an unnatural position. My body finally follows, being jerked around, before gravity takes a hold again and i crash to the canvas on my left shoulder. My body shudders and cramps up while i slowly flop over onto my backside. My arms crossed, my right arm is draped awkwardly across my chest, while my left arm is stretched out and stiff. My eyes are open but empty. There is nobody home. The lights are out. R4 0:50

10:17 AM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

BUMP mouthguard flies from your mouth like inslow motion in a cloud of saliva and blood... you fall down like a fallen tree... you slam the canvas limp, and end up facing the ceiling, a mess of sweat and blood lying at my feet... you lie there, breathing hard, clearly out but not completely unconscious... no count needed... you're out... a happy YEAH utters from my lips... rub my eyesocket with my forearm... blood still flowing... gut and ribs truly sore after your punches... but all pains are forgotten because I am the winner... I kneel and check on you, lifting your head a bit... "hey champ... how are you? still with us?"

10:33 AM:  Cara Mell

I am out. No questions about it. Slumbering deep, even as you hoist up my head slightly. My eyelids finally start to flutter and my swelling jaw is starting to move while i try to form words, but your hefty crosses really rewired my brain and left me as a blubbering mess. "Mmmhhh! Ish a Knockout!" I mumble, obviously still not back to the land of the living. "Shampion Cara!"

10:35 AM:  MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

I see you are a bit dazed still... "it's a knockout indeed!" I say... "and you are a true champion too!" I say... then I grab a bucket of cold water from the closest corner... and I splash your body with it... trying to restart you a bit...

10:40 AM:  Cara Mell

I am still mumbling and groaning, until the loud SPLASH of water is followed by a gasping for air. "Huuuurgh!" I yelp, my eyes widening in shock while the ice cold water jumps my circuits. My nipples pucker and harden and my tits glisten while they bounce around on my chest as i shoot up into a sitting position. "For fucks sake!"

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