THE SWEETEST SCIENCE

Kev_S_Konsel: 

It was late, the sound of the city and traffic being the only thing besides the music blasting through my air pods on my run. Turning the corner as I jogged my way back to the gym, tonight was the night. No idea what I did or why, but for whatever reason some I was called out by a frequent gym goer there. Natalie Bosques. The name was familiar but I'd never gotten the chance to really talk to them. Regardless they knew me and that was enough for a match to be set up. Calling me out after-gym hours for this, I must have done something to piss them off. Making my way up the steps and walking in, that all too familiar Gym smell like home hits me like a jab in the nose. Making my way down the freshly mopped up floors to the locker room, I open my locker to take out my gym bag to get changed. My black trunks and red gloves peeking out in anticipation for the night to come. Giddy as I got to work getting dressed, wrapping up my hands. Sliding on my trunks and boxing shoes before slinging my gloves over my shoulder. Reaching into my locker to pick out my black mouth guard from it's holder and sliding it into my mouth. Biting down before turning to flex at myself in the gym mirror. Not knowing what came next but knowing that whatever it was I'd be ready. Walking my way out of the locker room and into the main room.

Taking it in, around the ring, I see an assortment of cameras and recording equipment already all set up. Was this getting...recorded? I guess this'll be fun to look back on, not that I'd need to see it again after living it. Making my way past them and climbing myself up onto the canvas and through the ropes. Not sure where you were but getting myself warmed up regardless in anticipation. Lacing up my red Winning gloves over my hands and getting to work. Bouncing on the balls of my feet as I got a feel for things and got into my rhythm. Shooting out jabs at an opponent that hadn't quite existed yet. Slipping and countering as I imagined a phantom of you in the ring with me. Waiting for you to make an appearance....

Natalie_Bosques: 

 take some deep breaths while shadowboxing in the women’s locker room, a sheen of sweat on my brown and shoulders gimmer in the low lights as the ref pokes her head through the door…

”He’s ready…” as I turn my head and nod. 

I reach into my locker, pulling out a white mouth guard as I slip it in, fiddling it around with my tongue before biting down. I make my way into the gym, throwing out jabs and crosses in front of me, my yellow 8oz gloves zipping through the air as a tight black and gold sports bra clings to my torso, my short boxing skirt sitting low on my hips as I step up into the ring, dancing around in my short top black and gold boxing shoes, throwing you glances as I shadowbox around the ring while you’re in the center warming up. I settle in my corner as I loosen up, rolling my neck and shoulders and shaking out my arms as the ref slips through the ropes and comes center ring…..

She waves us both in, taking our gloves as she goes down the rules, all standard until the end....."And finally, you both know what you're fighting for. If you're counted out than the winner is free to have their way with you, however they'd like...." I nod as I look through you, taking a quick glance up and down seeing you up close as I smirk. She tells us to touch gloves as I pop mine down on yours and backpedal towards my corner as I eagerly wait for the bell....

 

Kev_S_Konsel:

Stopping my warm up as I hear foot steps approaching the ring. We were alone so they echoed quite well through all the noise. Watching you walk in, at your side someone I can only assume is a ref. Your gold and black outfit shimmering under the ring lights a bit as I watch you climb in. The "ref" following suit. Calling us both to the center to give the usual spiel we were used to already. Ending it with the added stipulation that reminded me of the ultimate prize for tonight for our winner. Smiling, showing off my mouth guard. Looking you up and down, I was ready to drop you like a sack of bricks. Your gloves come down on mine as we tap. Back pedaling towards my corner and watching you the whole way there. I wasn't planning to make this easy for you, and by the look in your eyes, you didn't plan for it either. Rolling my shoulders and bringing my hands up. My guard loose, my left in an L shape as it covered across my torso and my right up hovering by my chest. Ready for the fight to come as I wait for the sweet sound of the bell to kick us off...

Making my way out of my corner calm but fast. My size advantage giving me a bit of an advantage in getting in range first of you. Using my left, I lead out with poke of my left jab aimed for your yellow leather. Probing at your guard to see what you were about. Making it a double as I reload and flicker as second shot to keep you on your toes. Taking a half step to my right to try and open you up, stepping in and firing a right cross aimed for your side. Looking to stab it into your ribs early and give you some second thoughts about putting out this challenge. Finishing off with another left jab below your eye, less looking for power and more to annoy and disrupt as I make my retreat. Taking a half step back afterwards to reassess, going into this with a bit of a game plan, playing on the outside of your range would prove helpful. My long arms would give you trouble if I kept up the harassment... (R1 2:50).

Natalie_Bosques: 

The bell sounds as I step out towards you, gloves up and wide, keeping them moving as I bounce lightly on my toes, keeping some distance at first as I look to find my range as well. You jab out as I bat it down with my extended left glove as you follow up and I slip and weave, using my slightly shorter stature and lighter weight to my advantage, using my speed as you step in with your cross I make myself small, turning and guarding up tighter as your glove slams into my forearm, stinging a bit as I step out and give myself a wide berth while you move on the outside. I bob and weave, flicking my left out as I step in towards you with each punch. 

Keeping my left glove loose and moving, my right tucked near my chin as I plant my feet for a moment.

Pressing forward with some ill-intent.....psss..psss...psss....hissing out air through my mouth guard as I snap out a stiff double left jab towards your head and gloves to keep them busy. 

Changing levels with a straight right towards your midsection as I keep my guard up and step out of range as quick as I can....

(R1 2:40)

Kev_S_Konsel:

My shots eating either air or your forearms. Feeling solid contact on my cross, you felt that for sure. Your head bobbing and weaving, making it hard for me to commit to a shot. Watching your movement as you step forwards into me, my legs back pedaling as you advance at me. A yellow flash, just stops short in front of my face as I slip my head back, my gloves low on my body, batting away your follow up jab with my glove. 

Seeing the twitch in your arm as you continue to press and push in. A right cross starting up, I step forwards to trade, aiming a left straight at your cheek while it crashes into my stomach. Exhaling with the blow, knowing that any damage I can get on you is going to affect you much more than if you tag with me. 

These trades were in my favor and if you were going to allow it I'd gladly take them. Stabbing my left straight at your head with an USH I keep moving. Pivoting to my left to look for an off angle. 

Rocketing a right hook towards the center of your gut, wanting to blow some wind out of those sails as I continue to circle. This was going to be a rough one, I could tell already based on our little interactions. 

(R1 2:30)

Natalie_Bosques: 

Stepping into each other as we trade for the first time while you box through my jabs I feel my right dig into you....PFFFF....a flash of red fills my eyes though as your glove pops into my cheek with a PAAP, popping my head back and contorting my face for a moment as we exchange leather and I backpedal out with you quick to follow up as I use the ring and pivot. 

Just out of punching range as you look to work my body, your right swishing by as we circle around each other and I step back in after your right hook....ISS...ISS...popping out another sharp double left jab towards your cheek and eye, hoping to catch you over your extended right as change directions and give myself some room to reset and look for another angle. 

Feeling as I've found the edge of your punching range as I keep my gloves wide and high, flicking my left out to test some distance...

(R1 2:20)

Kev_S_Konsel:

Feeling solid contact on your head as you contort. My follow up hook hitting air as I dip my head a bit and slip with it for the off-angle. Realizing too late how open I was, eating a jab at my cheek before I'm able to bring my glove back and cover up for any more potential damage. Hearing the PFFAP of leather on leather. The fresh sting on my cheek still there. As I make a note to realize just how nimble you are. No big deal, just requires a swap in game plan. Giving me the space for it, I change up my stance. Getting low and bringing my gloves in front of me like an iron wall. Tucking in my elbows at my sides while I dash in. Hoping that the sudden aggression catches you off guard. That left you flick out to test some distance getting devoured by my right glove, smashing it aside. Reloading and throwing a right jab at your chin in hopes to disrupt you. Following it up by a short left check hook into your side. If I wanted to keep you from running, I'd have to start chopping away at that body. Getting in close to you, No wind-up. Just a short step in and a sudden boom, my right digs low, a thud into your ribs if it lands, more to freeze your feet than hurt. Sticking in close to your body. If you wanted it close, I'd start pouring on some pressure. 

(R1 2:10)

Natalie_Bosques: 

I keep light on my toes, moving in and out, keeping a high pace, or so I thought as you change levels and charge in like a bull. I keep on the backfoot, keeping control of my footwork as I jab out, gloves slamming into yours with no effect as you jab out in return as I weave back, just enough to feel the tip of your glove fall short and graze my skin as you step in again, into the pocket....MMFFF...your hook digs into my obliques, bending me slightly to the side as a loud THACK rings out and I'm forced to square up as I plan my feet and my stance, tucking in and covering.....USSS...USSS....twisting up with a short right uppercut towards your beltline, doubling it with another, higher into your abs....ISSS....twisting my body to the side with an overhand left towards the side of your head as I keep covered between my punches, my head bobbing and weaving as I shuffle around with you....

(R1 2:00)

Kev_S_Konsel:

Feeling solid contact on my glove with a loud, pushing in more and seeing you stop, my arms back in and tight. Keeping it close to you. My elbows making it hard for you as you let out two gloves at my beltline. Bending a bit, catching the first on the tip of my elbow. Starting to adjust and pivot right as the second crashes in closer to my forearm. My left arm ringing from the damage. Powering through, from the new angle at your side. I twist and look to crash a right hook at your rib cage as you do the same. Efficient and practiced. Wanting to continue to chop away and lay on some damage early. My head shifting to the side as your left flies in and slams into my cheek, digging in my boot as we trade blows. Moving my head with the blow, and groaning out a "GUHHH" . Throwing caution to the wind, my left flying in to slam in a hook towards your stomach. Aiming to disorient for a moment as I continue my movement right and catching my wits, catching my breath and bringing my guard back up in a Philly Shell...

(R1 1:50)

Natalie_Bosques: 

We exchange punches, toe to toe as sweat starts to fly, the sound of leather against skin ringing out, accompanied by grunts and hisses as my left connects and I wince from your hook digging into my ribs, feeling them flex from the force as you start to move out some i take a deep breath and follow suit, trying not to give you to much time to reset yourself as I step in....isssh...isss...iss....snapping out a straight left right left towards your head and gloves, looking to keep them up and busy as I step in and changes levels....UUUUSH! UUUUSH!....grunting out with a left right hook to your sides before stepping into your stance, pressing my gloves against your chest and pushing outwards, trying to catch you off balance a little so I can press forward....

(R1 1:40)

Kev_S_Konsel: 

Watching you track and follow forwards. You wanted to keep me in tight and that was fine with me. Backpedaling while you pursue, my arms up, you snap your shots at my head. Pulling my head back as I see you step up while my shoulder comes up. The first shot cutting through the air in front of me, the next 2 caught as I make it in time to catch your gloves on my left shoulder. Using it like a shield as on the last shot I bump back and lean down, stabbing my left glove at your chest. In the same moment you set a left hook at my side. Crashing it into my ribs as I let out a grunt. We were in close and I wanted to make you regret it. Crashing my left shoulder down to bump you, trying to throw you off balance on your approach before twisting my hips and bringing around a right hook aimed to chop at your waist line. Wanting to keep you away, my left jab fires out at your chin. Wanting to maintain the space. It was too early to be throwing with too much power. Instead just looking to find my moments where I could poke and prod...

(R1 1:30)

Natalie_Bosques: 

I step in with you and we trade leather again as you put up a good defense, my glove slamming into your arms as I throw away....UMMFF....your left flattens against my chest with a THUD as I grunt as my glove digs into your ribs. You're quick on the counters though as we try to bully each other around, shoving back into me...UNNFF....your hook digs into my midsection, digging into me as I let out a loud grunt and huff of air rushes past my mouth guard as you stop me in my tracks for a moment....PFFFF....your jab slips between my gloves, popping my chin and forcing my head back and down as I grimace a bit while you lip away from my range and I backpedal and circle around as well to give myself space to reset, taking some deep breaths, putting on a smirk and popping my gloves together as I step towards you, just out of your punching range, at least I think, waving you in to box with me....

(R1 1:20)

Kev_S_Konsel: 

Hearing those grunts and huffs, letting you back pedal. A small moment of reprieve as we both reset. Smiling at you, my mouth guard peeking through my lips. We were both enjoying testing each other out and getting a bit cocky with each other. You step in at me give a little wave of your glove. Taunting me forwards. Letting out a small snort, you were cute. Responding to your challenge in kind. The reach advantage paying dividends as I flicker out a left jab at your temple before following it up with a second left jab aimed for right underneath your eye. "ISH ISH" Playing it cautious, pivoting right. Taking careful care to catch my breath before tensing and loading up. Digging in deep to the canvas. A light twist to my body as I fire a right cross aimed directly to your solar plexus. Letting out an "USHHH" as I do...

(R1 1:10)

Natalie_Bosques: 

You come forward as we square up again near center ring as I keep light on my toes, bobbing and weaving, turning my side towards you to keep a small target as you jab out and I weave and slip under and around them, ISSH...ISSH...ISSH...I lash out, twisting in with a hard right hook towards your lower ribs, doubling my hook with a right cross towards your chin, hoping to catch you mid-swing, keeping my left tucked near my body and head as you swing back with a cross that crashes into my forearm with a THACK, leaving a red mark and stinging as I twist my body again with a short overhand left towards your head, looking to catch your temple or eye as sweat starts to fly off my forearms and brow as both of us really start to exert ourselves....

(R1 1:00)

Kev_S_Konsel: 

Weaving through my gloves jabs, I expected as much as you lash out and twist in. Crashing into my ribs with a right hook that lets out an "UGHHH" a solid smash that twists my body. The pain traveling up my body, tucking my chin in against my body. Too slow though as yellow leather manages to clip me and smash into my chin with an "AGHHH". Feeling my mouth guard jostle in my mouth from the blow. Sweat pouring down my head. Flowing with your offense, you were growing more confident but I could feel it, your breathes were getting heavier. Smashing my glove into your forearm, knowing that it hurt and your guard could only hold out for so long. Seeing the twitch of your body as you stepped in for an overhand left, I pivot and swing my body to the left. Letting it hit air, using the momentum from the pivot to head hunt myself. My hips turning and launching upwards with a right uppercut aimed directly for your jaw. Following it up by diving into your body, bumping you with my left shoulder to create some space. Looking to throw you off rhythm and reload my right, plunging a shovel hook into your abs as I'm practically breathing down your neck... 

(R1 0:50)

Natalie_Bosques: 

The impact of my rights ripple down my arm as we stay in toe to toe, though you manage to make space from my overhand as I look to step in and keep in close....PFFFF...your right comes out of no where, slipping low between my arms as it crashes into my chin, popping my head back with a halo of sweat, my jaw biting down hard on my mouth guard as my knees buckle for a moment while you shoulder me back, nearly loosing my balance.....UNNFFF....your next right sinks into my unprepared abs, forcing a loud grunt as air and spittle stream off my lips while I backpedal, feeling the ropes cut into my back as I clam up behind my arms and gloves for a moment to try and move along them and pivot out, trying not to get caught on them....

(R1 0:40)

Kev_S_Konsel: 

My glove diving deep into your abs, feeling the squirm of your body, not ready for the sudden retaliation. Spittle streaming from your lips accompanied with a grunt as you try to take in air again. Sticking on you during your retreat like a shadow to a flame. Hitting the ropes, a spot I wasn't going to let you off easily. Smacking at your gloves and keeping my body in front of you....ISHH..ISHH.... If you got off these ropes, it was because I allowed it. Sending a double jab at your guard with my left to keep you occupied. Setting up for me to dig in. A right hook aimed low, looking for your side, just above your waistband. Twisting my hips and slipping my head with the blow. "USHHHH" Wanting to press my advantage and following it up with a left straight, looking to further abuse your abs and stomach. Trying to crack into that shell you have up...

(R1 0:30)

Natalie_Bosques: 

I bob and weave on the ropes, pressing into them as you cut off the ring from me, bending forward and clamming up behind my gloves as you peppering them with jabs as I try and slip out while keeping tight and covered....MMMFFF....your hook digs into my obliques, just behind my elbow as your glove digs in and jerks my body to the side as you slip and weave as well, your straight slamming into my forearms as I step into your stance.....ISSS...ISSS...twisting in with a left right cross towards your cheek and chin before stepping in and wrapping around you, my left arm slinging over your shoulder, my right around your waist as I clamp on in a clinch, drawing you onto the ropes with me, hoping to get a good footing to pivot out or tangle us up....

(R1 0:20)

Kev_S_Konsel: 

Hooking in and feeling it's impact as you groan out, my follow up again adding abuse to your forearm. But you do something I don't expect and step in, before I can think to press up on your and stifle your attack you're already inside. ISH... ISH... flashing across my face, yellow leather flies into my cheek, whipping my head right. My head rocked, bringing my gloves up and blocking the other incoming shot, a PAPP stopping your advance. Before I can think to respond, you already slide onto me. Our bodies pressed up on each other as I accept your clinch, digging my left arm underneath you. Using my weight to continue to pressure you. Slinging my weight onto the ropes, sandwiching you. My right arm hugging around your side, our chests on top of each other as I pant. Taking a sharp inhale before looking to smash into you again. Steeling my nerves and wanting to end the round strong. Bringing my left arm back a short distance before driving forwards with a check hook aimed for your ribs with an USHH...

(R1 0:10)..

Natalie_Bosques: 

We jockey around on the ropes for a few moments, the ten second warning for the round going off as the ref steps in close, keeping an eye on the action..."Box out guys, box out...." egging us on to break the clinch as our bodies slide against each other, each trying to position themselves as you slide your left with just enough distance.....MFFF...to dig your glove into my ribs as they flex from the impact, grimacing a bit as I bite down on my mouth guard, sliding my arms off you as I press them against your chest for a moment....ISSS....ISSS...winding up my right with a short hook towards your side, doubling it with a high right towards the side of your head as I press my gloves back into your chest, my forehead between them pressing into your chest as well as your chest rises and falls when.....DING.....the bell sounds as I feel the ref's arm slide between us to break us apart, pressing me back against the ropes for a moment....

(R1 0:00)

Kev_S_Konsel:

 Smooshed together as the ten second warning dings, we're in it. Smashing into each other as I can see that I'm starting to dig into those ribs more and more. Having done my damage, I wrestle with you to get my gloves back up and ready for any retaliation. Your manage to get an arm free and blast into my left side, a UFF, escaping my lips as my left glove just manages to come up in time to eat your follow up and bash my own glove into the side of my head. Scary, but not as scary as if that had landed cleanly. Winding down the time as the ref prepares to come in and untangle us. DING. The bell sounding as we break apart. You pressed up against the ropes. Both of us breathing heavy, 

"Ha...Good round." 

Panting a bit as I don't waste any time. Getting back to my corner to breathe and relax. Do what damage control I can. I wasn't worried, but based on that first round you were going to be a problem if I let you run amuck. Steadying my breath as you peel yourself off the ropes. Resting my arms on the ropes and lightly bouncing on my feet as I watch you make your way to your corner. A smirk growing on my face as I finally watch you make it to your corner...

Natalie_Bosques: 

I nod at your remark, taking some deep breaths as I follow the ropes to my nearby corner, splashing some water on my face and head as I steady my breathing. The round felt close on points, but we're not boxing just for points, knowing you landed the heavier blows out of the round as I lean back on the turnbuckle, resting my head on the corner pad as my chest rises and fall. Trickles of sweat bead on my forehead and chest while I take in a little more water and straighten myself up as the round warning to start. I shake out my arms, roll my shoulders and neck as I pop my gloves together, sucking down on my mouth guard as I ready myself for the next round...

 

Kev_S_Konsel: 

Watching your chest rise up and down, I knew this was going to be the round to push the gas pedal. Even if it wasn't going to finish you, I'd at least put some good body work in. Bouncing up and down on my feet, I'd taken hits but I was raring for more. My gloves up and ready to roll, starting off this round in more of an orthodox stance when.....DING!...I come out ready, dashing up towards you and wanting to put on the pressure early. All that work you put in on the corner to get ready, I'd bring it right back. As we get in range, sending a left jab at your chest, doubling up and sending the second straight at your chin...ISH...ISH.. Slipping to to my right and rolling a step forwards towards you before stabbing a right cross out at your side, wanting to give those ribs some more love. Bringing my glove back in front of my face, keeping my head low and ducking in. A left hook aimed to penetrate straight into your abs if I was successful... 

(R2 - 2:50)

Natalie_Bosques: 

I come out at the bell, feeling loose after the first round, shaking out my arms as I step forward and mirror your stance, shuffling in and out and keeping light on my toes, keeping a small target as you jab out. I weave and roll, slipping your first jabs while circling about, keeping just enough distance to keep out of danger as you swing your right cross out, I tuck in, taking it in my arm and elbow....psss...psss...sss....I twist in with an overhand left towards your eye or cheek as your right digs into my guard, twisting up with a short right cross towards your chin as I start to shuffle out of range....MFFF...your straight digs into my upper abs with a THUD as I swing out at the same time with a straight right towards your nose, backpedaling a few steps out of range and keeping my footwork up to keep a moving target for you to have to track down...

(R2 2:40)

Kev_S_Konsel:

 My jabs smashing air as you slip and circle around me, tagging up your elbow again with my follow up. Patience was going to be the name of the game there. While not my intended target, damage was damage and I knew it would stack up if we went into the later rounds. But you don't plan on giving me the time to think, stepping in and launching an overhand that consumes my vision, my guard not back in time to cover up as it explodes on my head. Rocking my head back with a "UNGHHH" and an accompanying explosion of sweat. My gloves coming back in time to catch the follow up cross that was intended for my chin. Instead only finding a leathery wall in it's way. Feeling solid contact as I dig into your abs, your yellow leather is trading for my nose, again bopping my head back with a groan. Feeling like my nose could start trickling soon, as you danced away. I took the moment to breath. If you wanted to run, then fine by me. I'd walk you down. Getting my breathing under control before starting to walk towards you. Keeping my foot work simple, I'd try to wrangle you towards the corner. Keeping my movements small but purposeful, my guard up as I chased. Getting just close enough and stepping in with a feint, feinting out a left jab as I readied my right. Sending my right chopping down at your body in a cross. Aimed directly for your sternum, if I wanted to slow you down, it was going to be a matter of getting that breathing staggered again... 

(R2 2:30)

Natalie_Bosques: 

I keep on my toes, using the ring as I step in and out, of range, changing levels and flicking out my left partially to keep your gloves busy while keeping my guard moving, keeping pace with you as you ready a jab, shifting my head to the side to slip and weave as I step into counter......MMMFFF.....

 

your glove suddenly digs into my midsection with a loud THACK ringing out, sweat splashing around your glove as my abs tighten while air and spittle rush past my lips, stopping me in my tracks for a moment as I'm forced to square up toe to toe with you, closing up my guard as I press my gloves into your chest, not sure if I should clinch or counter...

(R2 2:20)

Kev_S_Konsel:

You're in close with me now as my body looms over you, and I look to make you pay. Hearing that rush of air out of your lips, was like a whistle calling for me to push to put you on that canvas. I pop a right hook aimed for the side of your head, throwing my weight around as opposed to technique to catch your attention. Following it up with a left jab high at your temple. ISH! Wanting to disorient and keep your guard up so that I can look downstairs for the real goal. Pivoting out to the left a half step and dipping my body down low. As my left foot steadies, I'm already stabbing in with a left straight intended for your liver. USH! In hopes that would be enough, throwing caution to the wayside and ending my combination by rising up. Rising up with my right glove clenched and aimed directly for your jaw. Whether guarded or not, I'd fling my weight into it with a 

"HAAAAA!" 

yelling out as that missile flew at your jaw....(R2 2:10)

Natalie_Bosques: 

I keep m6 guard up high and tight as you box me toe to toe, not giving me room to do much as your hook slams into my gloves, battering them into my head as your jab rattles my gloves around my head again, opening me up as I look to pivot out while your wind up your left.....AACK...your straight stabs into my liver area, not quite flush as a loud TWACK rings out and I fold over your glove enough to bend me forward.....

 

....PPPPFF...your glove slams into my chin, popping my head back and downwards as the force staggers me back into the ropes, nearly tripping over my feet as I bounce into them, glove up for a moment until I feel the delayed pain from your liver shot run through me as I grimace and take a knee along the ropes, cradling my side as I bite down on my mouth guard...

(R2 2:00)

Kev_S_Konsel: 

Feeling the feedback as my glove smashes up into your jaw. Watching you stagger backwards as I catch my breath. Ready to continue to push the pace when I see you collapse to a knee. The ref stepping in to wave me to a corner. Heaving my way over, audibly breathing loudly with a "ha..ha..". I doubted that you were done. Just in need for a break to relieve some pressure. Reaching the corner and getting my arms on the ropes and leaning back to watch. That liver shot I know had to have hurt bad. Watching the ref start the count as they hover over you "1.....2.....3....." 

(R2 1:50)

Natalie_Bosques: 

I cradle my side, rocking slightly back and forth as the ref stands over me, counting down. I take some deep breaths as the pain starts to subside and my senses start to return. I push up to my feet by six, stretching out my side, breathing hard as sweat rolls down my face, chest and abs. The ref reaches 8 as she takes my gloves, looking me over, asking if I can continue as I nod, trying to steady my breathing while I roll my neck and shoulders. She nods while walking me off the ropes near center ring while waving you out from the corner...."BOX!"...she shouts while moving out of the way and I start to bounce lightly on my toes, doing my best to ignore the still stinging pain in my side as I keep my guard up and loose, keeping my gloves moving and ready to counter as I shuffle around in front of you, flicking my left out at random to keep your gloves busy....

 

(R2 1:40)

Kev_S_Konsel:

Rolling my shoulders as I watch you get back up, hearing your heavy breathing. No way that liver shot wasn't still having lasting effects as I watch you get up to the feet. The ref waving us together, I track you like a predator. A smirk on my face, knowing you were in a rough spot. Looking to put you right back down on that canvas. You stab out with your left, letting it clatter against my guard. THUD, thud, Searching for the opportunity to press into you. Knowing you were worried of that left side, I step in with my lead foot as I feel your glove leave my guard. Feinting a left hook at your side before pulling it back and instead looking for a right cross to your chin. Hoping you were still groggy from the knockdown, following it up by digging my left into your stomach in a shovel hook. "USH!" pivoting out. Wary of overcommitting knowing there was plenty of time left in the round, after all a wounded animal was often the most dangerous...

(R2 1:30)

Natalie_Bosques:

 I keep on my toes, my gloves up and close while I jab out as you step in and I guard up tight, mirroring your movements as you come in with your hook, tucking in and covering around my head, which just saves me as you switch up, your cross battering into my gloves, rattling them around my head and loosing them up a bit as you switch up again.....UNNFFF....your hook digs deep into my unprepared abs as they flex with the force and forcing air past my lips as I take a deep breath.....USSS...USSS....finding the strength to roll in with an overhand right towards the side of your head, trying to catch you while your glove is still pressed against my midsection as I twist up with a short left uppercut towards your solar plexus, looking to tag you before you can pivot out too far as I side step and backpedal out as well....

(R2 1:20)

Kev_S_Konsel: 

Greedy? Maybe a bit, feeling your abs gasp out before yellow leather smashes my head back. Like a bull ramming into me, my head blows back with a "OOOMF!" and explosion of spit from my lips. Rattled as I feel it in my legs, that shot clean. Too greedy in my pursuit as my gloves are being called back, moments too slow. Another explosion on my chest as air escapes my lungs and I grunt out an "UGHHHHHH!". Walking my way backwards, trying to catch my breath and recover. My gloves high, my chest heaving as air fills my lungs again. Thankfully you back off. Glancing at the clock, plenty of time. No need to rush. Trying to get my head on right before you send me to the floor...

(R2 1:10)

Natalie_Bosques: 

Both giving ourselves room, breathing hard, nearly panting as we circle around each other for a few moments, I shake my arms out, as I step in, breathing hard through my mouth guard as I rope a dope towards you, feigning left and right as I look to stab out with a straight left towards your gloves, stepping in and switching up as I roll under....USSS..USS...USSHH....grunting loudly as I shovel in a right uppercut towards your beltline, twisting in after it with a sharp left cross towards your chin as I step into your stance, shouldering into your chest as I throw an overhand right towards our cheek our eye, trying to keep you on the backfoot for a bit and keep pressure in the last minute of the round...

(R2 1:00)

Kev_S_Konsel:

That moment to reset letting me get my head on straight. Circling and not letting my eyes leave you. Keeping my eyes on you before you decide it's time to break the silence with some more action. My gloves watching your shoulders, seeing straight through those feints as I take your leather on my right glove with a PFAAAP. My left already looping around, intent on crushing into your ribs. Only to be greeted by you pressing in, flooring into my beltline with an OOMPH, my right tucked in tight and eating your cross as you get in close. Our bodies bumping as I duck down, to let my weight slump on you. Feeling the wind cut through the air as your glove flies over my head, clipping my hair. Rising up with a right uppercut, running it up your body, intent on smashing it onto your chin. Following it up with a short left cross at the center of your head. If we were going to be in close, I'd make it hell for you the best I could...

(R2 0:50)

Natalie_Bosques: 

I do my best to try and keep my momentum as my glove digs into your lower abs, but you put up a defense as you lean back into me, my gloves out of position as you step in and move me backwards again, trying to guard up and close my gloves.....PSSssss....your uppercut clips my chin, popping my head up as my ponytail bobs around, some of the power shaved off as I close my gloves and arms around your glove....PFFFfff...your cross thuds into my forehead as your glove flattens against it, popping my head back again with a mist of sweat as I take some deep breaths, clamming up behind my gloves again as I keep in toe to toe, determined to box it out....ISSS....ISSS.....SSSS....stepping forward with a straight left right left to your head and gloves, looking to box your mouth and nose or keep your gloves busy as I roll in low again....BAAA...BAA...yelling out with a hard right hook towards your lower ribs, doubling it with a right hook to the side of your head....

(R2 0:40)

Kev_S_Konsel: 

Feeling solid contact as you close up. The feedback and spray showing me that rattled you well enough to press forwards. Planting my legs and ready to make you regret a slug fest against me. My gloves up high, catching a PAAP,PAAP,PAAP. My glove wall keeping me face protected, biting down on my bottom lip and pressing my mouth guard in. Not much time left but enough to press into you. As that glove leaves, following right behind it like a shadow is my left, aimed to stab at your liver again to remind you of the predicament you were in earlier. Pivoting to my left, my body at an angle with yours as I step in, a right overhand smashing forward with the strength of a sledge hammer as I scream out a "RAAAAAAAAAAAAH". Aimed directly at your chest as I feel a hook ding into my lower abdomen and sink in. GUH, swallowing my mouth guard to follow it up. If you wanted to slug then I'd slug it out with you. Following up with a left jab to your chin, before rotating in with a right cross straight for the center of your head. Mid cross, your own hook smashing into my head and causing a stumble to my left. My head exploding in a sweat and sound as my legs fight to stay under me. URGHHH! My head swimming from that shot as I try to steady...

(R2 0:30)

Natalie_Bosques: 

I try to keep a small target between punches, not trying to expose too much of any side of me as we trade punches, my gloves peppering your guard as you stab out towards my liver again, turning my body just enough as your glove tags my upper ribs instead, your glove gliding down past my midsection as my hook connects and you counter again....UMMMFF...your overhand slams into my chest with a hallow THUD as it flattens against me, stopping me in my tracks as the sound of leather against skin rings out...PAAP....PAAP....PAAP.....PFFF....PFFSS....your jab pops into my chin and mouth...

 ...popping my head back and down as your cross follows up, your glove flatting against my forehead while my hook connects with a mist of sweat from your head as our stances are all over the place after exchanging leather. I see you stagger to the side a bit while my right connects as I twist my body to straighten up, winding up my left and whipping it up with a left bolo punch towards your chin before twisting the opposite way again with a right hook towards your head again, punching downward as I grunt with my punches...(R2 0:20)

Kev_S_Konsel: 

Trying to straighten out, my breathing heavy after our exchange of leather. Watching your advance as my guard is low and loose still, my chin exposed and you take full advantage, blasting my head back with a groan and "Ughhh". Spittle as my mouth guard loosens a bit in my mouth. Resetting my head as my gloves droop in desperate retaliation, trying to fire out a left cross at your cheek. Only to be interrupted as my view is whipped left. PSSSHT! The wet slap of leather on skin and seeing white as I feel my mouth guard launch out of my lips along with blood and saliva. Sending it clattering to the other side of the ring. With an "OOMPH!" escaping my lips, sent hurdling down to the canvas in a heap. My vision returning as my head slaps the canvas. Rolling over onto my back and breathing heavily. Knocked stiff, looking up at you in your sweaty glory. "Ha....ha..." my chest heaving up and down as the Ref comes in to start the count: "1...2....." 

(R2 0:10)

Natalie_Bosques: 

I nearly trip over you as you crash down in front of me, the ref quick to shove me back, her palm on my chest as I backpedal a few steps, looking to rush back in before I realize what's happened. I look down at you for a moment as she keeps pointing me towards a corner and I finally snap out of it, nodding as I bang my gloves together in excitement, breathing hard as lean back against a turnbuckle, arms resting on the top ropes, my chest rising and falling as I try and steady my breathing as the ref counts down....3.....4.....5....6.....7.....Eig.....DING....the bell sounds suddenly, brining the round to an end, sparing you as slight look of disappointment flashes over my face and I follow the ropes to my corner....

(R2 0:00)

Kev_S_Konsel: Snapping back into it as I'm listening along to the Ref count. The count reaching 5 as I start to get my legs under me, my head still ringing. My glove pushing me off the floor at the count of 6, and standing ready at 8 as DING! goes off to end the round. Letting out a heavy sigh, in disbelief. Hearing the bell DING, saving me. Where did it all go wrong? Shambling my way to my corner before plopping down on my stool. Toweling off as my body aches. Slapping water on my face to wake up. This fight was far from over, that knockdown helping to wake up my..."motivations", my cock straining against my waistband as I looked across at you. In a slightly better state of hell than I was in. Seeing the disappointment in your face that this wasn't over yet. Putting a cold compress over my eye to help with the swelling. Catching my breathing fully as I roll my shoulders. Painful but, I'd live. I had plenty of fight left in me, and I intended to show you every bit of it. Mentally preparing to push, that knockdown a stroke of luck that saved an otherwise disastrous round. That's how I'd cope. Bashing my gloves together and staring you down. Taking in your body that would become my prize...

Natalie_Bosques:

 I slump down in my corner, dousing my head and chest with water as I swish and spit some out in a bucket before taking some in. My chest rising and falling almost uncontrollably as I strain to steady my breathing, placing a cold ice bag on the back of my neck to cool me down as small waves of pain trickle up and down my body as I grimace some before leaning back on the turnbuckle, inadvertently gazing at you as beads of sweat trickle down my face, chest and abs, being soaked up by my sports bra and skirt, biting my lip slightly as I look you over, not noticing my left glove caressing my abs and front of my skirt until the round warning goes off, snapping me back into it as I press up to my feet, taking some deep breaths as I shake my arms out, getting my gloves up....DING....the bell sounds and I shuffle out towards center ring, a little slower, a little more flat footed after having put so much into the last round. I bob and weave, flicking my left out while keeping distance and stalking you....

(R3 2:50)

Kev_S_Konsel: 

Standing up, bringing my gloves up. My head still ringing, but I was back. Just a lucky down, looking across to you and the damage you took, you were in just as rough a spot as we approached. Slow, methodical, I didn't need to pressure too hard as you circled. Letting your left PFAAAP off my gloves, my game plan getting drawn up. Sweat beading up and rolling off my chest as a second left hits and I push in. Stepping forwards into you, stabbing out a right hook at your obliques. "UUSHH!", following it up with a left jab to your chin. Lowering my head down as I do. Lowering my right shoulder and letting it bump into you in hopes of throwing you off. Finishing out by loading up and driving a left shovel hook that aims to bury into those abs you were nursing as I yell out an "USSSSSSSHHH". Intent to get you back for some of the damage of last round....

(R3 2:40)

Natalie_Bosques: 

We close in on each other while I pepper your gloves with jabs and you close the gap while I glove up...MMMFF...your right digs into my side, jerking my body as you quickly follow up with your jab as it batters around my gloves....PSSS..PSSS...I twist in with a right left cross towards your cheek and chin. You shoulder up against me as I start to backpedal...UUUMMFF...your left digs into my sweaty abs with a THACK, forcing air and spittle streaming past my lips as I sidestep and pivot out to give myself space...

(R3 2:30)

Kev_S_Konsel: Battering your gloves with my jabs when cross smacks into my cheek, twisting my head with a spray of sweat and a grunt...MMMF...but I wanted more. Pushing forwards and giving chase. My shot to your abs not enough. Not letting you get away, pivoting with you and increasing my pressure. Choosing quality over quantity in my shots. Twisting and stinging a right cross into your ribs...ISHH...Slipping and rolling into your space, a left hook loaded and swung with my weight behind it aimed for your cheek...USHH....Finishing with a right uppercut aimed for your chin, ripping it up and into your head as though it could tear your head off...HAAAAAAA....Keeping in close and doing my best to not give you breathing room. I heard your gasp, and I wanted to push the pace before you could recover air into those lungs. I wanted you to burn and fight for every breath...

(R3 2:20)

Natalie_Bosques: You give chase as I guard up again, closing the gap quicker than I expected as you swing out your right. I slams into my forearm as your leather stings against my skin, loosening up my guard as I twist in with an overhand left towards the side of your head....

 

....PPPFFF...your left comes on quick as your glove contorts my face to the side in a mist of sweat as your forearm swipes across, backing me up and knocking me to the side when....PAAAP...your uppercut slams into my chin with a halo of sweat from my head and a stream of spittle streaming off on your glove as my knees buckle and I stumble back into the ropes. A loud ringing in my ears, my vision blurry and eyes glazed as I turtle up behind my gloves and arms...

(R3 2:10)

Kev_S_Konsel: 

Giving chase, your body crashing into the ropes and I can see it as you turtle up. The buckle of your knees. You were woozy again and this time I wasn't planning on giving you another chance to mount any form of a come back. Coming in close, My left outstretch, poking at your gloves. A solid wall I planned on ripping through. Clipping the top with my left glove, intent on knocking down that wall. Ripping downwards to expose your cheek for a stab...ISH!!..looking to jam my right cross into your cheek. Following up by pivoting to your right and digging a left shovel hook directly into your gut in hopes of opening you up more...UASHH... My right primed and ready for more, reloading and rechambering. Swinging out again..HAAAA!!.. a right hook at the side of your head intended to peel you off the ropes if I'm lucky...

(R3 2:00)

Natalie_Bosques: 

I lean into the ropes as they cut into my back, feeling the impact of your glove against mine as they're shoved back into my face as you paw down at them....

 

...PFFFF....your cross batters through, tagging my cheek and popping my head to the side....UMMMFF....your hook digs into my abs, finding space between my elbows as my body wraps around your glove, bending me forward and sitting my ass down on the middle ropes as a shock of electricity goes up and down my spine, making my thighs quiver....

 

....PFFFFF...your right hooks batters the side of my head in a halo of sweat as I lean into you, looking to clinch....(R3 1:50)

Kev_S_Konsel: Every shot piecing you up and landing how I like, as you begin to lean forwards. Arms out looking to grab hold and clinch. Not so easy, stamping my left out into your chest like a stiff arm. Like an older sibling would to a younger sibling to keep them from coming in. Halting your clinch attempt and giving a shove back. A moment I use to make enough space. Space that I don't waste as I twist my hips as my right returns. Ready to send it right back out again for another mission. The target, your jaw. Like I could lift your whole body with one arm. Rotating my right low and short in an uppercut intended to put you in even more trouble than you already were. With a HAUUUUUSHHH!!!!, blast off, my right rocketing upwards and towards your jaw. Whether it landed or not, I would follow it up. My left on a mission to drive a spike through the center of your head, following not too far behind like a shadow and flying forwards in the form of a straight.....

(R3 1:40)

Natalie_Bosques: Surviving on adrenaline and instinct as I reach out only to be met with the THUD of your glove against my chest, propping me back up on the ropes as I scramble to put up a guard.....

 

.....PAAAP.....the loud, crisp sound of your uppercut rings out as it slips between my arms and gloves, the force strains my head and neck as a halo of sweat flies off my head, my knees buckling again as you leave me little room to do anything but bounce back into the ropes.....

 

....PSSSFF....and right into your incoming left as your glove contorts and flattens my nose, feeling a pop underneath your glove as it pops my head back while sliding down my face, smearing it with red from my now bleeding nose as I turtle up behind my gloves, leaning deep in the ropes as the strain and creek under my weight, supporting me up as my legs start to founder....(R3 1:30)

Kev_S_Konsel: Watching your legs starting to falter and shake. It was quickly becoming apparent that this was nearing a close as you turtled up. Glancing over at the clock, more than enough time to put you away. Flickering out my left jab at your guard, helping to keep it up ISH ISH ISH!. The sound of the ropes creaking and straining as I forced you further and further into them. I looked downstairs. Fueling me to punish you more, my gloves becoming a blur as I get to work unloading my offense into you. Stabbing into your stomach. Stepping in and unpacking a right uppercut into your navel with a "USHH!!" intent on breaking down your shell piece by piece. Pivoting out to my left and a twist of my hips. Torqueing it back and swinging a left hook loaded with my body weight aimed to explode across your cheek... 

(R3 1:20)

Natalie_Bosques: 

The sound of your gloves peppering mine sounds like popcorn popping in the ring as I try and balance between a high guard and low guard....MFFF....UNNFF.....your body shots slip through below my elbows and between my arms as you start working me like a heavy bag, breathing hard through my mouth guard behind my gloves as I'm forced to lower my guard some to project my body....

...PFFFF....your left snaps my head to the side as your glove slams into my cheek, twisting my face as sweat and spittle stream off on your glove and arm as it slides across my face while I step into you again, slamming my body up against you in an attempt to clinch again....

(R3 1:10)

Kev_S_Konsel: 

As my glove comes back, you come along with it, grabbing at my body. After tenderizing you a bit more, I allow it this time, wrapping my arms around you. Choosing to maneuver you away from your supports. Shifting my weight and stepping to your side. Spinning you away from the ropes, my own back to them now. My arms over yours, this wasn't a chance for you to recover, this was a chance for me to start working you over again. My left digging low, worming it's way out and crashing towards your side. Intent on trying to crack you open and put you in some agonizing pain. Stepping and walking us towards the center of the ring, trying to get us away from the ropes. My right arm wrapped tightly, pressing into your body as we sweat and breathe against each other. Trying to get as far away as we can while waiting for the ref to step in and break us up...

(R3 1:00)

Natalie_Bosques:

 We jockey around on the ropes for a few moments as I feel my feet almost lift off the ground as you start to wrangle me towards center ring, the ref close by...."Box out you two, box out..." keeping an eye on us....NFFF....your left digs into my ribs as I huff and grimace with force, breathing hard into your chest as sweat dribbles down off my head and face, trying to find some footing in this clinch as the ref steps in, sliding her arms between us to break us apart as I try to hold on a little longer until she peels me off you. I'm forced to take a couple steps back, finding a stance that works, gloves barley chest high and dropping towards my waist every so often as I attempt to shuffle around and away to give myself room as I glance towards the clock, disappointed at how much time is left in this round....

(R3 0:50)

Kev_S_Konsel: 

As we're separated, I watch your eyes. Seeing you glance at the clock and that look of disappointment wash over your face. Plenty of time I thought to myself. Your "guard" if you could call it that hovering around your waist and chest as you heaved. Trying to run away, I wouldn't let you. Stalking you down like a predator and their prey. I follow you around the ring. Flickering out a left jab towards your chest. Judging the distance and keeping you on your toes on my approach. Once close enough, I let you have it. ISH...USH!! Leading in and following up a left jab with a right shovel hook intended for your navel. Throwing my defense to the wayside, your stance more of a front than anything and feeling what you were capable of last round, I needed to capitalize. Taking a half step back to create some space, feeling like I'm tearing into the canvas as I twist and coil up a left uppercut. UUUMFFF!! Sending my red glove upwards with the intention of smashing it into the underside of your jaw. Like you were a rock'em sock'em robot, wanting to extend your neck a few inches. Following through regardless of if it landed or not with a right overhand hook that looked to explode on the side of your face near your eye....

(R3 0:40)

Natalie_Bosques: I do my best to use the ring, flat footed as I shuffle around, reacting to your jabs as I try to parry and weave, but my body just doesn't want to respond quick enough as you step in with intent....

 

....PFFF....your stiff left jabs slams into my mouth, popping my head back as I taste copper in my mouth....FFFFf....your hook digs into my softening abs fold over your glove and a huff of air and red tinted spittle flies past my lips....PAAP.....PSSSS.....your uppercut comes from below, slamming into my chin and twisting it to the side as a mist of sweat flies off my head, spittle streaming off your glove as my knees start to buckle, a ringing in my ears goes off and the ring lights start getting brighter and I start to stumble down to the canvas....PFFFFFF.....

 

...your right hammers down on the side of my head as I'm falling, the force excelling my fall, twisting me around as I crash down on my backside the ring floorboards rattling beneath the thin padding as the ref steps in between us, shoving you back towards a nearby corner..... ...

(R3 0:30)

Kev_S_Konsel: 

Feeling solid contact as my leather explodes across your face, driving you into the floor like a stake. The ref shoving their hands into my chest as I take my steps back and back pedal towards the corner. Gasping on my way there was I take in air. That last flurry taking it out of me as I pushed for the finish. Resting my arms on the ropes while watching your chest heave up and down. The ref starting their count. Bent down over your body... "1...2...3..." excitement building as this might be it for you, looking over at the clock knowing that there wasn't much time left on the clock...

(R3 0:20)

Natalie_Bosques: 

Groggy, vision bright and blurry as the ring lights start to come into focus just a bit. The sound of the ref counting down echoing in my ears as I make an attempt to get up, rolling to my front and getting to a knee....

...breathing hard as my head swims about, hearing the count get to 6, then 7 I push up, almost standing as I loose my footing, stumbling forward a few steps towards the ropes before toppling back down to a knee before rolling and collapsing landing on my backside again...

 

Kev_S_Konsel:

 Watching you stumble, holding my breath for the moment as the count continues to rise. I bring my gloves back up. Just in case. You were tough, damn tough at that. And if you got up there was no guarantees the tank had enough to get you back on the floor. That's when "7!" hits and you lose your footing, falling into the ropes "8!" Falling onto your backside "9!" sprawling out on the floor as I start to bounce on my feet "10!" DING DING DING the ref waving you out, "She's done! All yours now!" calling me over to raise my glove up to make it official before promptly leaving the ring. I look over to you. A beautiful sprawled out prize for me to claim. My cock swelling at the prospect of my new toy. All the possibilities, as I make my way over, bending down to look you over. Stripping you of that bra first, tossing it towards my corner. Then hooking into your waistband and exposing your cunt to the open air. Both land with a wet slap, soaked in sweat and whatever else we've worked up over the course of 3 rounds. Only once you're exposed do I start to wake you back up. Tapping my glove on your face, trying to wake you from your stupor.

 "Wakey wakey, it's time to pay up!" 

 My gloves moving underneath your arms. Moving you so that your back is to the corner pad and you're sitting on your ass still. Hooking into my waistband and dropping my trunks to let all of my cock flop out, hard and ready for you. Stepping in close, I bring my glove to the back of your head, my tip on your lips. Pressing it to your puffed up lips, I look down at you, 

"Go ahead, if you do a good job, maybe I'll let you walk out of here with a bit of pride left..."

Natalie_Bosques:

 Head swimming, ears ringing as the sound of the refs count echoes in my head as light fades in and out. Feeling like I'm outside my body as I barely noticed myself being stripped like a doll. Groggy as the sensation of me being moved around feels dreamlike as the cool padding of the corner send a shock up my spine as you tap my face and I start to come around, still half out as your blurry figure starts to come into focus. Your cock in front of me as I breath in the musk of your sweaty body. I feel your glove on the back of my head, grabbing a tuft of hair as your tip presses against my lips as my situation finally comes clear and I look up towards you with bruised, puffy face while you press your cock forward into my mouth, your glove forcing me to bob my head up and down your shaft as you barley fit in with my mouth guard. I start to move my head more willingly as I'm still breathing erratically, not having caught my breath yet as your tip boxes the back of my throat and I reach my arms up, glove caressing your abs and grabbing your ass while your balls tap my chin....

Kev_S_Konsel: 

"mmmmfuuu---cccck'" your mouth guard providing an extra contact point as I proceed to continue bruising up the back of your throat. My balls slapping against your chin as I get more aggressive. Jabbing lightly at your temple, just enough to tap your head back on each down stroke. Your gloves roaming my body, confirming my win in your worship of me. My cock twitching and pulsing with each stroke. Filled with pleasure, but greedy and still wanting more. I take a step back, pulling away from your mouth with a POP! as my cock flops out and drool leaves the corner of your mouth. Getting my arms up under your arm pits and standing you up. Letting you lounge back on the corner pad as I survey over your body. Wanting to add a few new splotches of color to that body. Sweat coated and breathing heavy, I shoot you a grin that I'm not even sure you can see. "Deep breaths Natalie! You'll need them." Stepping in with a twist of my hips, digging a right shovel hook to bury deep into your side. Pushing you up against the corner pad, before following it up with a light jab left jab to your breast. Your nipple acting as a target as I flatten it out against your rib cage. Stepping in close, I kick your legs out. Exposing your cunt and pressing my body up against yours. Bringing my lips close to your ear and whispering "I'm going to fuck you up". Reaching my glove down and guiding it into you, "Ummf", groaning out as I enter. "Haaa-", shooting a right hook into your ribs, timing it it as I pump upwards. The sound of PLAP and PSSHT filling the empty gym. Each thrust accompanied with another blow to your body...

Natalie_Bosques: 

UNNG...UNGG..UNLLK....my head boxed back against the corner pad by your cock as you keep hold of my hair while I choke and gag. Spittle starts to dribble down my chin as it's becoming hard to breath through my possibly broken nose when you finally pull out with a sting of precum and spit trailing off your cock and my lips while I cough and struggle to catch my breath. You pick me up like a rag doll, the cool corner pad shocking me more into focus as I instinctively try to raise my gloves, barely chest high as you step in muttering something to me....UMMMFF....suddenly your right glove digs deep into me, my abs and body folding over your fist....AACCK....I wince as you box my tit flat, straightening me up against the corner as you widen my stance, my shaved, smooth pussy shimmering as you press up against me as I feel your warm, throbbing cock head pressing against my folds, sliding inside me as my breath goes shallow and stuttered. UUMMFF......your hook digs into my ribs, flexing them as I grimace and yelp as you thrust deep inside me, almost lifting me on my toes against the corner as I reach out to the top ropes for support. Then again....and again.....and again as your pump your fist and your cock into me while pain and pleasure intermix while I lean my head back on the turnbuckle, the ropes shaking with each punch and thrust as I bit my lip and a bright red welt on my ribs forms, quickly darkening to purple as I feel my ribs bruise.....

Kev_S_Konsel:

 Your breath comes in ragged bursts, each inhale a mixture of a gasp and pleasure as you continue to groan and moan. Watching as your ribs change colors and those gloves droop more and more. Literally fucking the fight out of you as your gloves hang. I go to hook my gloves underneath your legs. Bringing you up as your back slides down the corner pad. Putting you into a mating press as you curl up, thrusting downwards into you as I feel myself getting closer and closer to blowing my load. Your moans and groans acting like cheers as I keep going. Intent on making you remember how close you came to winning and now the state you were in. Trapped and being used as my toy. Applying pressure to your clit as I continued to violate your folds. My own groans and moans adding to the symphony of sex. Hearing your stutters and pants. My left glove reaching down to press on your throat, letting your leg rest on my right shoulder. "Mmmmmfuuuuuuck-" droning out from my mouth as my hips continue to piston and press you down. Feeling every twitch and pulse of your pussy as I can feel you getting closer and closer to finishing yourself. In a taunty sing songy voice, 

"Go ahead Natalie....cum for meeee~" pushing the rhythm and speeding up...

Natalie_Bosques: 

Biting my lower lip as you work my body and my pussy, grunting and moaning one after another as my head rests against the turnbuckle as you start to pose me like a doll. My sweaty back sliding down the corner pad as you fold me nearly in half, my angles on your shoulders as you thrust in deep and violently. The pressure your weight on my chest making it harder to breath as I take short, raspy breaths with each thrust of your cock deep inside me. I reach my arms up on the lower ropes, holding them with my gloves as if to support myself as my hips and legs start to convulse, my tight hole starting to grip your cock in spasms as I let out one moan after another while your balls slap my taint. I start to pant harder and harder as I close my eyes and arch my back as if trying to buck you off, but instead driving your cock deeper inside me...."OOMMMMNNN....FFF...FFF....FFUCK!" I cry out as I feel myself cum hard all around your cock, squirting and sputtering cum trickling out around my folds, lubing your throbbing cock in the process....

Kev_S_Konsel: 

Grinding and pushing into you with our moans and groans filling the empty gym. PLAPPLAPPLAP, the sound of wet slapping filling the air as your pussy grips and massages my cock. Feeling my own orgasm building as I throbbed and pulsed. But right on cue after I’d demanded it, you quiver and shake. With a thunderous roar, squirting and cumming all over my dick as your warmth envelops me. Lubing up my cock as I go speed up. Leading to an ERUPTION as my cock spasms and starts to shoot, unable to hold on anymore. “AHH-AHHH-F-F-FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!” Yelling out as I proceeded to shoot into you. Pulling out and continuing to spurt, unloaded and letting it dribble down your chest and onto your face. Stroking myself and getting it all out. Exhausted, I’d look down at you. Panting and bent out of shape. Yeah. You were done and I didn’t need to do anything more to you. Anything more, except this. Bringing my left glove under your chin and lifting your head to get a good look at my handiwork. “I think we’re done here, don’t you think Natalie?” Winding my right back, gripping my glove tightly. “Train hard! I’ll be waiting for you sweetheart~” Not bothering to wait for a response before my right is launched forwards. Sending it crashing into your chin!! A beautiful train wreck I’d leave you. Gathering my things and my newly acquired “prizes”, I’d leave you a broken sack. They could find you in the morning for all I cared, but climbing out of the ring and headed for the locker room to clean up. Smiling on my way there, what an eventful night it had been…

Natalie_Bosques:

 You pump harder and harder, pressing my body into the canvas and the corner pad as I lean my head back on the corner, gripping the lower ropes with my gloves as you shoot rope after rope deep inside me, my hips convulsing as your cum spill out of me while you have me folded over in the corner. Finally done as you pull out of me with a sucking POP as your head sputters more cum on my sweaty body, sprinkling my tits and bruised face while you grab my chin. You're just a blurred shadow in my vision as I breath long, raspy breaths while you mutter something....PFFFF....that final right starts a ringing in my ears as my head slums to the side and you leave me, legs spread and arms on the ropes like a used ragdoll, my pussy dripping with your cum...