THE SWEETEST SCIENCE

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: The night has come, and the gym is silent and only two people are inside it now... I am so ready for this. Since I met Sandra for the first time, we have been cool, even a bit of friends... the only heavyweights in the gym, so we did frequent sparring sessions together, and from time to time even spoke about fighting a real fight... but lately, the conversation became more serious, and we agreed to actually box, but alone... a fight to the finish, no TKO, no decision, one of us will end up KO... only us both in the gym, no ref, no crowd... only us knowing the fight will prove who is the better fighter... I am eager to begin. I walk out the dressing room, clad in black trunks, boots and 10 OZ black Everlast gloves, pounding them together in place, chewing my mouthpiece... enter the ring and occupy my corner, shadowboxing a bit, body perspiration from the warm up... my 1,82 m and 105 kilos of heavyweight boxer lean over the cornerpads... waiting for you to enter...

Sandra_Vandezz: A quiet night for now, but it won’t be for long. A tough matchup between competitors, and it all started with a compliment about my punching power. Now it’s sharing ideas, tips, training, and a “who is better?” question. Well now we can answer that question tonight in a closed gym. I slip into the ring wearing my blaze red gloves and snow leopard boxing trunks, sports bra? No, bare chest like my competitor. The sound of feet slapping onto the canvas makes it sound like a giant is in the ring due to the quiet nature of the gym. 6 foot, 180 pounds of pure muscle and aggression. My fists stab through the air as I give a few punches to loosen myself up. I then slip my two tone white and black mouthguard into my mouth and stare you down with my red eyes, waiting for the bell to ring and for the mayhem to begin.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: I watch you panther moves... air whips with your punches... I know how hard you punch... and I am eager to test myself against you... we are perfectly matched... I observe that you are going to fight topless... that won't distract me... this won't be one of those erotic encounters I have had in other places... you are all business... but so am I... bell goes DING DING and I move forward, orthodox guard, ready to slug it out hard with you...

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: (r1 3:00)

Sandra_Vandezz: The bell rings, and we both move forward to the center of the ring, circling each other as we look for counters and observe each other’s movements. My arms in a loose peekaboo style with my gloves covering my chin to the bottom of my nose. I send out a few quick left jabs, pushing my three punches towards your lips and to test your reflexes and guard.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: you move expertly, guard high... PFF PFFF PFFF your fast jabs slam my guard hard rattling... the sound of out boots and our breaths echo in the empty gym ... I move to my right, then get closer jabbing USH UHS twice with my left, aiming to your face, coveirng my chin with my right, testing your defenses

Sandra_Vandezz: My gloves push back from the quick couple jabs, not bad for some jabs in the power department. The sound of the jabs however sound louder than normal, I suppose that’s due to the quietness of the gym. I low hop to keep my rhythm up and throw a quick left jab and a right hook towards your lips then jawline, trying to keep you on your toes with the combos and patterns of punches.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: you stop my jabs and counter fast ... your left jab is stopped on my right glove but your hook WHAP makes me go UGH as it enters over my left and slams my face hard... I lean forward and step to my right and USH fire a hard right hook aiming to your ribs

Sandra_Vandezz: The hook to your head connects and the sound of leather gloves making a solid connection to the head almost makes the punch sound like a gun went off in the gym, but it was a mere hook punch. You lean forwards and step into your right hook that is aimed towards my side, that same gun shot sound echos the gym once again as your black glove presses into my ribs. I bend towards the glove and let out a groan from the pain. I step to the side and fire off a left hook of my own to your ribs then a right uppercut to your gut, aiming right above your navel and belt line.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: My gloves impact and you grunt as the sounds of the punches landing echo in the empty gym… you groan but soak the punches well like the boxing beast I know you are… you counter fast UGH UGH your gloves slam my body hard drilling into my gut… you punch like a jackhammer… we are still close… war is on and I am taking no prisoners… my left glove aims to your nose in a crisp jab USH and then USH a cross right flies aimed to your left eye retrying to do some harm there

Sandra_Vandezz: Our bodies a simple grab away from each other, no one willing to back down from this first encounter. My guard covers up the jab that pushes my gloves to my face then back to the regular position. The right cross slips past my red gloves and nails the corner of my eye, pushing my head back from the impact. I try for a right feint punch aimed for your gut again but go high and swing for a left hook to your eyebrow and eye.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: as my glove lands on your face I feel a satisfactory recoil in my shoulder... I prepare to go on attacking you... we are close... you then feint a right and I lower my guard a bit but its a fake and UFFF your glove slams my eye hard... it palpitates after the impact... a brutal punch... I soak it, though I know my eye is starting to swell... I try to slide USH a lard left hook into your ribs and then USH fire a crisp right upper punch trying to hit your chin hard...

Sandra_Vandezz: The punch connects and I know it was a good one, if I just keep attacking his eye sight then he won’t be able to see my attacks. You slide back into combat and go low, throwing a left hook to my ribs that makes me bend and groan from the impact of your strong punch. I didn’t even have time to react until a fast right uppercut came crashing into my chin, my head shoots up and a mixture of spit and the growing sweat from the combat flies up with my head in a cloud of mist. I look back down and see you, two of you I think before they form back to a single one of you. I approach again and throw a three left jab strike to your lips and nose and then a right overhand to the side of your temple.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: My punch Mamés good effect… you reel back a bit, shaking your head…. But you recover and come back to the fight! I lift my gloves up as I se you you come at me… you slam my guard hard with solid jabs… when I am preparing to counter your right UGH slams my temple hard… drops of sweat fly… I feel the punch, and move to my left recovering balance and blinking after your brutal punch… lower my head and USH aim to your ribs with another lard let hook then USH throw a crisp cross right punch aiming to your left eye trying to do some more good damage there

Sandra_Vandezz: My glove impacting your temple made me feel that sense of energy and excitement, being able to dazed your opponent even for a simple second makes me even curious on how to dwindle them down to a defeated mess. My thought process was interrupted by your offense, throwing a left hook to my ribs. My body bending to the punch while I chomp down on my mouth guard in reeling pain. Luckily I was able to keep my arm up for the right cross to my face, but instead of your glove smacking my eye it was my own with less force behind it of course…still hurt. I step back and take a look at you, looking for any sort of point to attack or strike for awhile. We circle the ring for a few seconds then I jump back into the fight. My gloves clinch tight as I drop them low, then spring it up my left with a left shovel hook to your strong stomach and then a right uppercut to your chin. Not my signature uppercut but an uppercut nonetheless.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: My hook hits your ribs hard, but you are able to stop my right… we keep close and then circle a bit, studying each other, knowing this is gonna be a long tough bout… the best kind… I put my guard up and then you ram into me and UFF slam my gut hard with a solid hook… but I am able to avoid your upper sidestepping to my right and USH fire a hard right hook trying to split your ribs again and when I am getting ready to combine it with another punch DING DING… end of first round is announced… I puff some air, offering you my right glove to touch… “Great fight so far” i grunt looking into your eyes…

Sandra_Vandezz: My combo fails but not all is lost as I still nailed your gut, maybe I can get a body blow KO. The uppercut gets slipped and a counter right hook nails my ribs, the impact makes my skin and muscles ripple. My body arches to the blow and my eyes widen. The bell rings for the end of the first round and you lift your right glove up to touch for respect. I use my left to tap gloves together and I just nod, huffing and puffing from the fast paced first round. I walk to my corner and sit down on the stool, sweat glistening on my bruised body, mainly my ribs. A few shots to my face but overall not a bad first round. I don’t expect a quick KO any time soon, just pound away and surely one of us will fall.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: as I sit I grunt... sip some water, covered in sweat... though you hit my gut hard a few times I feel OK... that temple shot showed me how hard you can hit, and I know I am in a real fight tonight... but I never expected it any other way. I dry my sweat a bit and make my breath steadier... looking at your strong body glistening with sweat in the opposite corner... break is about to end... I get up, pounding my gloves together PSH PSH... so ready to go on...

Sandra_Vandezz: I stand up and slip my mouth guard into my mouth for the beginning of the 2nd round. I roll my neck and crack it a few times before the bell rings. DING DING! I lift my guard up and circle the ring around few times before I throw a quick left jab and a right cross towards your cheeks.

Sandra_Vandezz: (R2 3:00)

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: as the bell rings I jump forward too, gloves up... I am well recovered and ready for another hard round... we circle, but soon we go where the fun is... we meet in the center and you start firing right away... my gloves stop PFF PFF you punches... we get closer, I love to fight close quarters... I USH throw a left hook aiming to your ribs testing your guard

Sandra_Vandezz: We get close, about a forearms length distance away from each other. You throw a left hook towards my ribs, but my arm drops down and takes the beating that would’ve been for my ribs. The leather impacts my skin and a wave-like recoil hits on my forearm and bicep. I side step to the left and throw a left hook of my own towards your eyebrow and corner of your eye. After that I follow it up with a right uppercut to your stomach.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: you block my punch and move fast UGHH slamming my eyebrow hard... the punch is slick and brutal... then you go down low and UFF hit my gut hard... can soak it... I try to USH counter aiming a cross left to your right cheek over your right arm... and then USH try to follow it throwing a crisp upper right expecting to hit your chin hard ...

Sandra_Vandezz: My blows landed and I’m getting closer and closer to making his vision blurry or even worse. I see a left cross coming and I back my head away from the punch that almost took my head off, however a crispy right uppercut slams into my chin once again. My head snaps up with an arch of spit flying from my mouth. My head resets and I look at you with a bit blurry vision. Throwing a right hook towards your jawline and a follow up left hook to the opposite jaw.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: though you avoid my first blow the second slams you hard... but you soak it well and UGH UGHHH slam my face fast and hard with a brutal pair of crosses that jerk my jaw like it was flying off my face... eye palpitating but fine so far... I feel the impacts of your punches... you hit so hard... you want a slugfest... you got one... I grunt and USH fire a left jab aimed to your face followed by USH a hard cross right aimed to your temple

Sandra_Vandezz: Your head snaps across both sides, I see the marks and bruises building up on your face, only a matter of time before that brain of yours slows down and crumbles. You fire off a fast left jab that bops my head back with a cloud of sweat erupting from my wet head. A follow up cross that comes for my temple and shoots my head to the side a bit with almost more sweat bouncing off my dreads and face. I growl and twist my body towards you and my right glove drops low then springs up like a rocket to your chin. My signature punch, The Fang Cut!

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: you are soaking my punches well... I brace myself but you are too fast and your brutal pucnh slams my chin hard jerking my head backwards... stunned for a moment, I try to recover and put up my guard but I am moving slowly...

Sandra_Vandezz: I see you moving slower, now’s my chance to push my attack. I get closer by stepping in and throwing a left shovel hook towards your gut, pushing my gloved fist as deep as I can into your strong stomach. Then follow up right overhand to your temple. Trying to push you down to the mat and maybe keep you there.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: I cannot even dream of covering as you combo smashes my gut UGHHH and then UGGGGh my temple is brutally hit... loose balance and fall to my left slamming the canvas hard... lie there for a moment, blinking... breathing hard... hufff... three or four seconds pass... head palpitating... I get up to all fours... i hold the rope and finally get up... shake my head... I put my gloves up again... "that all you got?" I grunt, trying to look better than how I probably am... but still on my two feet.. and ready to go on...

Sandra_Vandezz: You fall over on your side towards the canvas, making a loud fleshy thud in the quiet gym. I step off to the corner and quietly count to myself as you slowly get back up. I give a soft smirk and pound my gloves together as I walk out from my corner. “Oh we just getting started.”

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: "totally" I grunt... I put my guard up, stepping towards the center of the ring... ready to face you again and test ourselves... head low gloves covering my chin... head a little less dizzy... we get close and I move forward and faint a left jab and instead I try to USH slam your ribs hard with a solid right hook knowing the round is about to end... as I try to prepare a follow up the bell rings DING DING... not sure if my blow landed... I puff loudly... looking at you... "wow" I utter, offering again my glove for you to touch before going to my corner

Sandra_Vandezz: You approach me and for a second I wanted to see if I can counter your attack for a strong punch to put you out for good, I saw those eyes weren't all there. I see a left jab coming and I duck under…nothing! It’s a feint and I pay for it with a hard right hook to my ribs. I let out a low groan as the bell rings for the end of the round. I wince in pain as I touch gloves again. “Still got respect? Wonder how long that will last until we at each others throats.” I walk away to my corner and drop down to my stool.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: as I sit on my stool I sip some water... the round has been amazing! you are even better than I thought you'd be. I fell once but got up and recovered... that punch was simply too much! Resting on my corner as I study you, preparing my strategy for the next round... we truly are exchanging powerful blows and it is gonna be the third round... the damage must start to be felt soon... my eye palpitating but not swollen shut... feel the soreness from your jaw punches... my body hurts too but it is bearable... gonna have to give it all if I want to beat you, I think, as the time of the break is ending

Sandra_Vandezz: As I sit on my stool, I try to process a gameplan for the next coming rounds. My ribs feel rough but nothing I haven’t dealt with before, my brain feels a bit foggy from the couple uppercuts and temple shots. It feels like my brain has some whiplash but it’s fine for now. My head looks down at my gloves as sweat droplets fall from my hair and face to my gloves, body glistening from the sweat coating my body under the ring lights. I stand up and slip my mouthguard in as I hear the 10 seconds to go timer go off. Rolling my forearms out and getting back into position for the third round.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: covered in sweat and dripping some water from my face too, I get up, legs working fine still... I pound my gloves together PSH PSH... ours was a long awaited fight and so far it is satisfying any expectations ... we should have sold tickets, would win some good money... but that is not important... only thing now is that the bell is about to ring... DING DING round 3 starts... I spring up my corner, gloves up... ready to meet you in the center again

(R3 3:00)

Sandra_Vandezz: I spring out from my corner to the center of the ring, no circling this time, I know when and where to strike. I throw a quick left jab, right straight towards your nose and lips. Then a left shovel hook to your ribs, trying to take your legs out from under you.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: as you move closer I brace myself... you aim high and my gloves stop your jab but your hook enters UGHH slamming my ribs hard... hurts but still can soak it... but I was prepared... while your left still is coming back to its place in your guard I USH fire a right cross aiming to your left eye trying to hit it hard and not letting you catch your rhythm 

Sandra_Vandezz: My combo keeps you back and keeping you off from the usual beginnings of a round. As my arm pulls back from the left hook, a right cross goes for my open face and nails my eye, pushing my head to the side and making me stumble to the side. I can already feel my eye bruising up but I endure the pain. Stepping back in and going for a swift right overhand punch to your eye and eyebrow. Make you pay for my bruises.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: my punch connects and I can feel the satisfying impact on my shoulder... you reel back a bit, but you come back almost instantly... your overhand is easy to see and I flex my knees and duck under it and USH try to hit your chin hard with a hard upper right adding the spring from my legs to the strength of the punch

Sandra_Vandezz: I knew my overhand was reckless but I’d assume you would just eat the punch, that’s what I get for assuming. You duck under my punch and spring back up with an uppercut towards my chin, snapping my head up with an arch of spit with a hint of blood mixed with it. I stumble back wards and feel the rough and rugged ropes on my back, arms draped over them to catch myself so I don’t fall.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: my upper gets you dead on and you stumble towards the ropes hitting them hard, stunned... your arms over the top rope you holding it to keep yourslef on your feet... I move forward, cannot let this chance go... you are weak for a moment... must move fast... I USH USH fire a left hook-right hook combo aiming to your sides and then USH I pivot and twist my body to add maximum power to a crisp cross right aimed to your temple

Sandra_Vandezz: My blurry eyes see you approaching, then my body feels it. Left and right hooks to my sides, right under my ribs, pivoting my body to each impact as I let out groan after groan. After those shots I get nailed with a right cross to my temple, rattling my brain as I fall to the canvas, dragging my body across the ropes till I fall on my side.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: wham... you slam the canvas hard... I utter a low YEAH as I see you collapsing... as you lay there, I take some steps back going to the neutral corner... panting... covered in sweat... but exhilarated by this scene... I am more than sure that this is not enough to keep you down... but you felt that and now we are even... I fell ... you fell... let's see how it goes from now...

Sandra_Vandezz: I take a few seconds to let my brain stop rattling inside my cranium before I even attempt to get up. My left glove holding the bottom rope as I get on my knees to the count of 4. I get to a crouched position and slowly stand up by the count of 6 and take the standing 8 count with my arms up in my guard, rolling my neck and cracking my neck once again. “This got interesting.” My back on the ropes as I wait for you to charge me.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: you get up, slowly, takng your time like an expert boxer... your body glistens covered in sweat as you struggle to get up, and finally are on your feeet again, still against the ropes... I spring from the neutral corner... move forward, ready to keep on pressuring you and keeping you against the ropes... you stay there waiting... I get close, I lower my head... our guards almost touching, we are close quarters... I USH USH aim a double left hook to your ribs as I cover my face with my right... then USH fire a right cross aiming to your left eye trying to hurt it a bit more

Sandra_Vandezz: My body waits for you to approach and I use the ropes to bend around the with my arms dropping low to block the hooks, my head and upper body bending backwards even more to avoid the cross to my face. A smirk on my face as I remember the Ali rope trick. I swing my left as a counter to your right cross and shoot a left shovel hook to your ribs, then a right hook to your other side of the ribs.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: you block my punches well... you are more recovered than what I thought... you move backwards avoiding my cross and that leaves me unbalanced... UFFFF your hook to my ribs enters and hurts... you counter fast and combine with UHG another shot to my ribs... powerful shots... I grunt with the impacts... you are still close to the ropes, as I brace to counter DING DING... bell sounds ending the third round... I straighten up and I lower my gloves, panting... take a pair of steps back, again, offering you my glove to touch "another good one, Sandra" I grunt...

Sandra_Vandezz: The round ends and my mind wanders ‘no way the round just ended, that felt too quick.’ You step back and over a glove touch again, I tap gloves but say nothing. Walking to my corner and dropping to my stool, sipping on my water and focusing on what just happened during that round and what I have to change.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: i sit again on my stool rubbing my left side with my glove... that last hook was truly hurting... my left eye starting to swell too... legs feel OK so far, but I am starting to really feel your punches... you are a true fighting machine, but so am I... I sip some water as I think of what I did well and not so well in this last round... steady my breath... I know we are fighting a very even fight but the thrill makes my heart go faster... I pound my gloves together, put my mouthguard in place... ten seconds... I get up, looking at you, ready to go on... this round was tough... but I managed to deck you and make you sure it was possible... and I intend to do it again...

Sandra_Vandezz: My eye feels a bit rough but my body feels rougher, ribs and my chin feel like shit for lack of a better term. I figured this fight wasn’t gonna be a cakewalk. I notice my rib shots are giving you some trouble. Seems like I’m doing good there, the 10 seconds beep sounds and I stand up and slip my mouthguard in. Slamming my gloves together that makes a loud BOOM in the quiet ring.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: I am up already... so you are... the bell is about to ring... DING DING... we both move... I put my guard up, gloves on my face, peek a boo... studying you as we meet again in the center of the ring, our boots whispering against the canvas as we move... maybe a bit slower than before after three tough rounds... but none of us shows real trouble, at least not yet... I get in the distance... USH USH jab with my left aiming to your face, getting closer, my right staying on guard

(R4 3:00)

Sandra_Vandezz: I walk to the center of the ring, sweat running down my face and chest. Studying your moves and guard as I approach into the striking zone. A few left jabs go towards my face as I slip down under the jabs and strike hard with a right haymaker hook to your gut, trying to ring your bells from the bottom half of your body. Then a left straight punch to your eye. Might as well start with a bang for round 4!

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: you duck under my jabs and UGGG slam my gut really hard... I puff... hurts, you hit like a damn jackhammer... your straight left flies towards my face but my right stood in place and PFF stops it, though I can feel its power... we are close quarters now again... I try to move fast and USH fire an upper left aiming to your chin trying to smack it good before you can cover again and I follow it up with USH a right hook aimed to your ribs again...

Sandra_Vandezz: My straight gets blocked but that gut punch felt spectacular, he will break to my body blows. Suddenly a counter left uppercut comes crashing to my chin, head shooting up with a spray of mist flying around my head. I don’t even get a chance to counter as a right hook drills into my ribs, bruising them more. My arms latch under your arm pits and I clinch onto you in the center of the ring, my head resting on your shoulder as my hot breath looms over to your neck.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: you enter in a clinch to get a break... my combo really got you there... we collide, struggling, dripping sweat in the canvas, puffing, feeling your weight over me... I hold, planting my feet on the canvas as our bodies rub against each other and our sweat mixed... feeling your hot breath on my shoulder... my head ressting on your shoulder too... we don't move, almost like posing for a still life painting in the ring... you holding me... but my arms are free... my right USH USH tries to hit your bruised left side in two short punches

Sandra_Vandezz: The clinch was needed for that uppercut, I’m not in the mood to go down again but I pay for the rest with a few short punches to my ribs, shifting my body to the side as my muscular frame shifts and turns from the punch. “Fine…my turn.” I release my left arm and cock it back then fire it right into your ribs again with a close hook punch, then again, and again. The close quarters combat as we half clinch and half throw punches. I break the clinch by pushing you back and immediately throwing a haymaker right overhand to your eye and eyebrow. “RAAAHHH!”

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: UGG your hook slams my ribs... UGH UGH hurts bad... sides starting to feel really sore... you then push me backwards hard unbalancing me for a moment and then I cover and stop your overhand on my left glove... the THUD of your glove on my glove mixed with your growl as you throw the punch... I got a good chance but only a second before you cover again and I try to take it... lean forward and USH fire an upper right aimed to your chin hoping to catch you well again...

Sandra_Vandezz: You stumble back and keep your guard up for my overhand punch. You then lean forward and try for another uppercut to my chin, but I’m no fool. I slip my body to the side and look at an open body so I take the shot. Firing a right shovel hook to your chin and jawline for the counter attack.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: I miss... unbalanced again and then UGH your right hook slams my face hard... stunner punch landing clear and jerking my face to my right as drops of sweat fly and i feel the sting of a cut in my lower lip... I cover soaking the punch keeping close, elbows clenched to my sides, gloves on my face... looking for an opening on your guard or a chance to counter...

Sandra_Vandezz: The thing about doing a turtle protection style block, it leaves your body wide open. Arms covering the sides, gloves covering the face, stomach? Wide fucking open. Sweat drops hitting the canvas as I’m panting and looking for an opening. I throw a double left jab and throw another left but as a feint for my right uppercut to your stomach, aiming right above your navel.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: we both are dripping sweat... my blood tastes salty on my mouth... oh I know... that kid of guard leaves a spot open... it is a risk because your punches are really starting to hurt... but it is a calculated risk... gotta stay calm and grab my chance... your jabs slam my gloves hard... I remain on guard close to you... then you feint expertly and I never could even dream of stopping that blow UGHHH that slams my gut really hard, really painful... but I was ready... and as your glove hits me my cross right USH is flying across to your temple hoping to do some damage and stun you

Sandra_Vandezz: The punch to your gut was a satisfying punch to say the least, but the counter attack wasn’t. A right cross to my temple that leaves a cut on the edge of my eyebrow, pushing my head to the side. I step back and look back at your guard again, stepping to the left side and finding an opening near your ear and cheek. I throw a left hook towards it right as the bell rings. *DING DING!*

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: my glove lands with a WHUKK and it hurts you... now some blood on your eye too... you soak it well though... you keep close and UGH slam my right cheek hard making sweat drops fly in a cloud and almost in the same instant bell rings finishing the round... as your arm recoils from the punch our eyes meet... we stand for a moment, panting, looking at each other... I say nothing... I just offer again my glove for you to touch before going to my corner...

Sandra_Vandezz: Our eyes meet near the center of the ring, no words, just a glove raise from you. I brush it off as I feel the slow trickling of blood come from my eyebrow. I walk to my corner and sit on my stool, wondering what it’ll take to take you down for the count. I pour a splash of water onto my cut near my eyebrow but there’s little I can do without seeing the wound myself. Just a simple endure the pain and make the fight mine. Sweat glistening my bruised muscles, steam clouds erupt from my panting body as I wait for the next round.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: you touch my glove and go back to your corner... so do I... you are simply amazing and tough as nails... we are now badly bruised in body and face and cut too... it comes with the fight... I clean my blood from my cut lip... as I rest, steadying my breath, and sip some water I know that I must endure more pain if I want to bring you down... hardest fight I had in years... but these are the best ones... I get up rolling my shoulders, as ten seconds signal is heard... round 5 is about to start

Sandra_Vandezz: I stand up with my mouth guard slipping into my mouth, rolling my shoulders and forearms. Eyes darting from multiple points of interest to attack. I shake my head to wipe the cobwebs out. Round 5? Shit, still feels like round 1. The bell rings and I step out from my corner and study your movements.

(R5 3:00)

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: as the bell rings I move and step forward... I see how you cover and study me, as we keep on circling, getting closer... we both know that decking the other gonna cost getting some pain too... but that is how the game is... I enter the distance, gloves up... jump forward and USH jab with my left aiming to your face and then USH fire a hard right hook hoping to slide another good punch into your busted ribs under your guard

Sandra_Vandezz: I know my ribs are a main target, as well as my chin. My gloves come up and I watch your shoulders, they usually tell me how and what will come at me. The left shoulder shifts to the side for the quick jab, my right glove catches it and bats it down. My eyes dart to your right shoulder and see it droop down and shift cock-eyed, but my arms aren’t fast enough to drop low and block it, so my ribs get nailed again. My blood boils as anger sets in. My eyes glow red as a second wind of adrenaline bursts into my system. I throw a right jab towards your stomach and then unleash a flurry of left and right hooks to your cheek and jawline, using my raw anger to push you towards the ropes with my barrage of 5 hooks from each fist.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: my glove connects again and I hear you grunt in pain... but you come at me hard and though I manage to stop the jab to my gut my face gets hit hard with a flurry of punches UGH GUH GUH UGG GUH as you push me against the ropes... punches are tough to soak but as they come so fast they lack some of the force of your main brutal punches and though they hurt, they are not so dangerous... a bit stunned though I step back and touch the ropes with my back... then I stay there, leaning forward bracing from your onslaught...

Sandra_Vandezz: My hooks may not have had the same punching power as before, but it gets you against the ropes and back into a turtle protection posture. You lean forward and I grin devilishly, throwing a left hook to finish my onslaught of a hook barrage then drop my right arm low, dragging it down and then rocketing it up towards your leaned in face. The Fang Cut making another appearance! A loud war cry erupts from my mouth as I throw my whole body into my signature uppercut

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: I am covered... you come at me raging like a banshee and your left hook smacks my guard... I bounce from the ropes even stopping the blow... then I use the bounce to impulse me and I lean to my left as your upper flies and as you are still unbalanced I USH USH fire a double left hook aiming to your ribs trying to hurt you bad... then bull into you, my left shoulder almost touching yours as i USH try to hit your gut hard with a right hook...

Sandra_Vandezz: Bold of me to assume that you’d just fall over and die at this point, but a girl can dream right? You bounce off the ropes and throw a double hook to my ribs, muscles rippling off the bruised and discolored ribs, body shifting until your shoulder checks into me and an another hook to my abs. My body arches forward as my breath gets taken out from me. I stumble backwards and glare off at you, eyes still blazing hot red. I stand up straight and just raise my glove up, ushering you to come at me.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: my counter has the desired effect, stopping you on your tracks...but you are far from being beaten... you soak the punches though I know your sides must be burning right now... you then stand up straight and challenge me... I smile and nod... I move forward, gloves up too... enter the distance and lean to my left move my shoulder like preparing the usual left hook and instead I try to surprise you driving a hard straight right trying to hit your nose dead on.

Sandra_Vandezz: You accept my challenge and approach me from the ropes, shifting your shoulder but doing nothing with it, instead you throw a right straight punch and it goes into my guard, pushing me back and my guard towards my face. My eyes don’t flinch, not even blink after the punch. I’m all serious now as the pain in my ribs reminds me to endure the pain and make you feel worse than I do. I shift to the side and throw another left hook towards your face, targeting your eye once again, then a right hook to your ribs. Giving a mix of upper and lower damage.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: as my blow flies I see it won't do no harm... you stop it and UGHH slam my eye hard with a left... drops of sweat fly... then GHHHUUGG your right slams my hurt ribs again.... now it is painful, really painful... I must hold on... we are slugging it in the center... this is when you must forget the pain... and share it with your opponent... my left USH flies aimed to your face in a cross punch trying to scrap your cheek and then retract my right and USH twist my body to add extra power to my right hook aimed to your busted ribs...

Sandra_Vandezz: My blood boiling as I try to knock your ass out finally, but to no avail as you keep standing. It’s almost mocking me as I can’t knock you out for the fight. A quick cross flying towards my guard as it pushes my gloves back and skewed as the punch came from an angle, messing with my vision so I can’t see the body blow to adjust myself or be quick enough to block. A right hook nailing my ribs again, eyes bulging out as I stumble back and drop to a knee. My right glove holding me to my crouched position and feeling the stinging sensation in my ribs. I look down at the discolored and completely jacked up side, growling in pain and frustration as I’ve been downed again.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: as my punch slams your guard it unbalances you for a moment... perfect moment to hit your ribs hard... my glove slams your side and you grunt in dire pain... mouth open, eyes open as you wince and fall to one knee panting... I take some steps back... giving you space... panting, but exhilarated of seeing how you felt that last hook... but I am sure you are going to get up again... you are a true fighter... I don't even start to count... I just wait...

Sandra_Vandezz: Sweat droplets hit the canvas as I try to steady my breathing and focus on getting up, I can endure the pain but I just gotta get up. My left foot gets planted on the canvas and rises up for my right foot to plant itself. My glove rubbing my ribs and for some reason this is somehow helping the pain sensation, leather on flesh usually isn’t the best combo but for this moment it is. I rise up to my feet and get into a guard, but the bell rings *DING DING* so I just walk to the corner and sit onto the stool to relax.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: oh I knew you would get up... and as the bell rings you simply turn back, no salute, even if I was ready to touch gloves with you again... this fifth round has us badly battered, I think as I sit on my stool... sip some water and clean sweat and blood from my bruised face... left eye a bit swollen, right a bit sore too... jaw bruised... body smacked hard... red spots in my gut... but I steady my breath once again and get ready for the 6th round... chewing on my mouthguard looking at you

Sandra_Vandezz: I know my body aches, but I know I can drop you. I just have to endure the pain and deliver more punishment. No sweat, I slip my mouthguard into my mouth and feel my jaw feeling a bit numb. I stand up and roll my forearms again. Not stopping, no matter what. Round 6, you will go down!

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: as you get up anxious to go on, I get up too... we are ready to go on pounding each other till one of us falls and does not get up... I poun my gloves together and taste my salty blood on my mouth... I am ready... and DING DING goes the bell

(R6 3:00)

Sandra_Vandezz: The bell rings for the sixth round and I approach the center of the ring to meet you, looking for a plan of attack to effectively drop you. I throw a left straight punch to your busted up eye and a right left hook to your jawlines, sweat flying from my arms as they drag through the air as I swing my punches.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: I get my guard up as I walk to meet you in the center and get ready for a hard exchange... we both want that... we CRAVE for that... who can stand more punishment... who can not outbox but submit the other... we both are strong and pure will... as we are close quarters again you UGGH aim to my right eye with a solid straight right... hurts... then UGH UGGG slam my bruised jaw again making sweat fly... I soak those punches... I move forward getting even closer, my shoulder almost touching your and USH USH fire a double right hook aimed to your ribs again, the same spot that made you fall to your knee before... gotta work that spot hard...

Sandra_Vandezz: As my fists connect to your head, I knew I could get you down and out if I keep targeting it. Mastering my combos and keep you guessing. We get closer and our sweat mixes together. You fire off a double right hook to my ribs, making me chomp down on my mouth guard and throw a counter right overhand to your temple and eyebrow. Then a right hook to your ribs and a left uppercut to your stomach, aiming for that belt line.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: you feel my rib punches... we are so close that our grunts and puffs are clearly audible for each other... we are hurting each other badly... as you throw your overhand I am too slow to stop it and though it smacks my face hard misses my temple... left eye badly swollen, almost blinded now... then UGH you slam my ribs so hard... I grunt... and my gut gets a UGH brutal upper... I am panting but I am not giving you an inch... I fire a hard cross left aiming to your cheek over your right... and then USH fire a cross right targeting your temple

Sandra_Vandezz: The combos, the back and forth style, no one is giving an inch hell not even a breath. The combo of mine lands and I feel the tide turning in my favor…for a second. Then my head gets decked, a cross impacting my cheek that shifts my head to the side in a jerking manner. A follow up overhand connects to my temple and rattles my brain, my wet hair spraying both of us with sweat as my head shifts and turns from the impact of the punch, but I don’t falter. I swing my body towards you after the impacting blows, twisting my hips and throwing my right down low and rocketing up towards your chin. Another Fang Cut! The swift uppercut comes back for a trilogy!

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: my punches rock your head hard... we remain close and you suddenly slide a brutal upper right that slams my chin hard... the blow jerks my head upwards and drops of blood mix with sweat and saliva as the punch lands... I am a bit stunned as my head returns to its natural position... I put my guard up covering my face and almost clinch, our gloves touching... take a break getting ready for what could be the final decisive exchange of blows...

Sandra_Vandezz: Your head rockets up and a spray of multiple liquids fused together explodes out from your mouth and head. You guard up and lean up closer to me in an impromptu clinch of sorts. My left glove drops low throwing a double shovel hook to your stomach to bounce your hips out from the tight squeeze we are in, after those two punches I swing my left around in a hook to your ribs.

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: I breah hard... we are so close... I must hold on... UGHHH UGHHHHH you slam my gut so hard... really hard to breathe already... then UGHHH your left slams my ribs damn hard... grunting and hurting... not much left... but I still got some glove love to share with you... I move my body and my shoulder pushes you a bit, enough for opening a little space for USH aiming a hard upper right into your (I hope) lowered chin

Sandra_Vandezz: I can hear the life dwindle out of your lungs and voice, just a bit more and you’ll slump down. My body aches, my feet feel like I’m shuffling cement bricks, my head feels heavy, everything hurts. You shove your shoulder into my chest with a shoulder check, pushing my upper body back and a harsh sounding and rough feeling uppercut to my chin connects! My head rocks back with blood, sweat and spit exploding from my sweaty, bruised, and cut head. I step backwards and keep myself up, groggy but still up thanks to my back foot. I step back into the close battle and stare you down, blood tricking down my cheek and side. I throw a feint left hook and instead go for a haymaker right overhand punch to your temple and eyebrow, growling a low war cry as I throw it. “GRRAAWWWWHH!”

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: the punch connects and you are clearly accusing it... you stumble back dazed... but you come back to the closest distance like a wild animal... I try to regain my guard enough but I fail and from my blind side comes a brutal haymaker right that UGHHHHGGGG cracks over my skull slamming my temple hard and cutting my lights out... my legs wobble and I simply collapse to my right slamming the canvas with a loud WHUMMM... my mouth open gaspong for air as my mouthguard is almost our of it... I blink totally stunned... lie there in a pool of sweat my heart pupmin, head in a cloud

Sandra_Vandezz: The punch connects and your head shifts hard to the side, eyes look completely out of hit as the punch sends you wobbling to the canvas hard. I step back to the corner, gasping for air as I look down at your stunned and collapsed state. Is this the end? Did I finally bring down the Mighty Mike?

MIKE_BOXER_-_BOXEADOR: I lie there... totally unable to move, even not totally out of it... that last temple punch was too much... head spinning... i turn and end up lying flat in the canvas panting and blinking... you could count to 1000 and it would not be enough...

Sandra_Vandezz: I stand there catching my breath as some blood mixed with sweat slowly drags down my bruised and cut face. You roll over and look at the blinding lights, unable to get up as I hear the round bell. *DING DING* I waited a few more seconds to make sure but it was clear, you had enough. I raise my left arm in victory, bruised bicep flexing and veins popping as I stand in my corner. Not a single soul here in the gym to cheer, but I could tell they would be jumping and hollering after this hellfire of a bout.