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Backyard Boxing Challenge: The Barista Betty vs the Texas Storm

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BettyBustsYa

Jean Fitz (deleted member)

Jean_Fitz: I was at a new coffee house yesterday, and met the barista named Betty something or other....can't remember the surname. I'd heard a lot of rumors that she boxes, and even boxes gals down in the basement of the cafe, so got to talking, and had a look in the basement room. Not really my style though, too small, too cramped with roasted bags of beans.....I need a little room to move, so I invited Ms Barista to my backyard today for a private boxing match, no rounds, but a knockdown ends the round and the you get 1 minute to get back up. We will use the corner of the yard where the fences are, and the other two sides I've roped off for a perfect square. I've put on my red sports bra and blue jean cutoffs, and white boxing gloves for this little showdown, and expect Ms Barista to arrive shortly.

BettyBustsYa: I'd gotten used to fighters coming by my coffee shop looking for trouble. Or fun. They are one in the same for me. This tough woman named Jean Friz came by and 'ordered the special.' We had a great conversation and I talked about our pasts as fighters and what not. I showed her where I stage fights in the shop, but she offered instead to have me take her on on her home turf. I'm not one to back down, so a few days later I find myself stepping out into her back yard. I'm clad in a floral patterned sports bra and short black spandex work out shorts. I'm still getting into my purple boxing gloves when I step out from the house and towards the corner of the back yard. "Nice set up you have here, Jean. Can only imagine the beatdowns that have happened here," I say.

Jean_Fitz: I laugh, and look over Betty and give her a wink, She's a good 4 inches shorter than me, and a little heavier, so I might have some reach on her, and she is perhaps a few years younger, maybe to her advantage or mine, depending. The striking think about this chick (apart from her fists), is her red hair, and the art work that adorns every part of her body. "Them's some tattoos Betty......bet you had to make a lot of mugs of coffee to pay for them." So take a swig of water from the ice chest, or a beer, if you want, and then let's see those big purple boxing gloves in action". Ready when you are to step to the ring.....

BettyBustsYa: "Coffee's a good business to be in," I reply with a smirk. I go over an grab a bottle of water from the ice chest and take a swig before putting the bottle in my corner. I get on my other glove then step into the ring. I throw a few shadow combos and get my body loose as I eye you. You're taller than me, so I have to watch out for that reach. I'm heavier, but I think a lot of that is because of my bust, as otherwise we're both rather lean and seem to be at a similar level of fitness. "We gonna have a little stare down or are we just going to jump right in and throw hands?" I ask, smirking confidently towards you.

Jean_Fitz: I watch as you glide through the ropes, and then throw a few combos into the open air, no doubt imagining that I'm in front of you. You've taken up a position in the centre of this grassy make shift ring, two sides formed by ropes and two sides by a high chain link fence overgrown with ivy. I walk up to you, white gloves on my hips, and stop as my bust presses into yours, now nose to nose, and I can't help but smirk as I look into your eyes. "I don't know Betty, what you got in mind? We could stand here a long time looking at each other, but I know there is only one outcome here, and I have plenty of smelling salts to revive you, so no worries sugar"

BettyBustsYa: The smirk stays on my lips as you step up and press up chest to chest with me. I push in a bit, putting some pressure in your chest with mine. "You'll have to make sure I know where they are so I can bring you back to consciousness," I reply, giving you a bit of a bump back as I step back and bring my gloves up to tap mine with yours.

Jean_Fitz: I give you a firm tap back, "Ready?"....."There ain't no bell here, so I'm just gonna say "DING DING DING!!!!!" "It's on sugar, better keep those gloves up, at least until ya can't!" I form and orthodox stance, left glove and foot leading, and begin bouncing on the balls of my feet lightly, then lunge forward, and sending probing quick left jab at your forward, trying to find my reach...."Let's box Betty" I shout

BettyBustsYa: I say 'DING DING DING' and I laugh a bit but my face quickly shifts serious as I come up in an orthodox stance as well, bouncing on my feet and moving my head to keep myself a moving target. You come in with a lunge and throw out that jab, that bounces off my guard as I parry it away. I feint and then push in myself, trying to pump a left jab, straight right into your body before pulling back, testing your own defenses.

Jean_Fitz: You easily parry my jab off, and then come in with a left jab for my body, and I tighten my abs, and just let it smack me. I bite down on my mouth guard and my tits jiggle in my red sports bra from the impact, but I can ignore this. You move back, out of my reach, and that's fine as I want to use my reach advantage. I circle off to my right, bobbing erratically from side to side, to be a harder target. I feint, like I'm gonna pop a another jab at your forehead, but check my punch, and instead drop my right and try to send an uppercut under your elbows to target your lower floating rib cage, and immediately follow this with a left hook aimed at your jaw, hopping to curve it around your guard.

BettyBustsYa: I just give you a wink as I dance back, popping that tummy pretty good with a jab and giving you a first taste. I reset myself and we both are showing off some good footwork and movement in the early moments, sweat starting to gather on our bodies. My guard comes up to block another jab, biting on the feint as you come in and drill me good with an uppercut into my floating ribs. The blow elicits a sharp grunt from me, face briefly betraying the pain of the blow. I keep my guard up for the follow up, and block the left hook. Stepping in I try to bring my left up with a uppercut to your solar plexus and follow it with a right hook to your jaw, trying to get inside and get some significant strikes.

Jean_Fitz: I feel the impact of my uppercut to your ribs, all up and down my arm, and can tell by your expression that it did some hurt. Good, I intend to hurt some more, but my left hook towards your jaw gets snagged on your right glove, and then that left lifts in an uppercut towards my midsection, so I twist my body to my right to let your purple gloved fist glide along my chest, hitting air. I'm turned perpendicular to ya, so my left side of face is exposed, for a wicked right hook that pumps hard into, my jaw line, twisting my face around, sweat spraying into the hot Texas air. I stumble back a few steps into the chain link fence and reset my guard, my jaw aching from the big purple gloved fist that landed on it....

BettyBustsYa: I let out a little grunt of my own as my right hook connects just right with your jawline, knocking our head to the side and sending a spray of sweat into the air. It was a solid shot that has you on your back foot and into the ivy covered chain link behind you. I come forward, pressing my advantage as I feint like I'm head hunting, but dig down at the last minute and look to hammer your floating ribs with a left-right hook combo.

Jean_Fitz: My back presses into the ivy as you approach, me knowing you wanna do some more big shots while I'm on the back foot, I raise my gloves in a peek-a-boo high guard to protect from a jab, but it never comes, instead, you go low, and fire a left and right hook combo into my obliques, the impacts making a nasty smacking sound, and damn. it sure does sting, my cleavage wobbling back and forth in my bra from each strike. As you pull back your right guard, I lunge forward, trying collide my body into yours, and wrap my arms around you in a clinch, wanting to force you to bear my weight if I can, and start to slow you down.....

BettyBustsYa: "UGH" I grunt out as you push forward and body into me, wrapping me up in a clinch as you force me to back off a few steps from your weight. "Didn't...expect...a fight?" I taunt a bit in your ear as we embrace in the Texas heat, smelling your sweat and hearing your breath as I throw some short hooks into your body, trying to make this a not very restful clinch.

Jean_Fitz: I lean my head down on your collar bone, uggg....ugggg....you slam a couple of short hooks into my sides, but they are more of a tap, as you don't have the angle or distance to really hit hard. I take the opportunity to whisper in your ear, as our breasts push together likely they are grappling for dominance, "Gonna whoop you Betty!". Then, I break the clinch, bringing my gloves between us, pressing them into your chest and shoving you back.....Hoping to have the advantage of surprise, I then try to send a quick combo of jab, right straight, jab....towards your nose/mouth, hoping to thread my straight punches between your guard....and use my reach advantage.....my body now glistening with sweat.....

BettyBustsYa: "Bring it then!" I reply, only for you to shove me out of the clinch. My guard is low just by nature of how we were together, and you come in aggressively. The jab and the right smack into my nose and mouth, knocking my head back with each, a trickle of blood visible from one of my nostrils as I get my guard up to block the third strike. I turtle up a little as I try to wade inside and pump a hard right hook into our obliques, clearly trying to work the body in the Texas heat.

Jean_Fitz: My strategy pays off, you get pushed a little off balance from my shove into your chest, and two of my punches land, drawing a little blood from one nostril. Cheap shot? Hell yah! Do I give a fuck? Maybe not. You come back at me, all hot and bothered, I can see you're annoyed, so I smirk to try to annoy you, and you wanna get inside my guard, up close and personal, the way I fight gals taller than me, but today I'm a distance fighter, so I step back quick, again into the ivy covered fence, letting your hook sweep the air in front of me, I then come forward, trying to swing a left hook over your right shoulder, wanting to smash that nice looking jaw of yours, and combine this with a fast moving right cross towards your solar plexus, wanting to steal your breath away......

BettyBustsYa: You back off and have just enough space to end up against the fence with my punch missing. Your left comes around and catches me with a hook that knocks into my jaw flush, spitting sand sweat flying from the solid shot that has me flat footed. Your right comes around but clashes against my lowered gloves and forearms, which block the blow as I stagger back a few steps, shaking my head clear as I get some distance from you to reset myself. That one hurt.

Jean_Fitz: My left hits into your jaw with a nice pop! The right banks into your lowered gloves and forearm, a shot at your solar plexus ruined. You stagger back a few steps, allowing me to come off the fencing, and I don't want to allow you to recover, so I come at you hard, a jab towards your temple with my left, and then I step right, and try to swing a big right hook at your cheek.

BettyBustsYa: My head snaps back as you use that range and catch me with another jab as you come off the fence. You step right and I see you load up, my eyes widen but I'm just able to duck under the hook. I step in and twist into a overhand left aimed at the center of your face, then twist my body around and try to dig a hard right shovel hook into your floating ribs as I try to counter while you're extended.

Jean_Fitz: I jab your temple....no big deal....more to distract and annoy ya, you take the punch well.....but my big right hook just swings over the empty air space over your head as you duck down, and I know immediately I fucking goofed, as your left overhand lands right in the centre of my face, big purple glove blurring my vision as the padding of your glove compresses over my face to your hard knuckles, smearing my vision. Before I can react or guard up, a hard right shovel hook digs into my ribs, bending me forward....both punches hurt like fuck.....I try to keep moving right and get my guard up....and put some distance between us.....

BettyBustsYa: I can tell by your grunts and the way my punches dig into your face and body that I scored big there. I can taste blood as my nose is leaking still as you get fucked up pretty good in the exchange. I step with you, keeping you in front of me and trying to stay inside. I feint then dip down, throwing another shovel hook, this time to your left side, trying to catch the liver. I then come back upstairs with a right to your temple, trying to change level and keep you guessing and on the defensive.

Jean_Fitz: As I pull back, you stay in lock step with me, wanting to get into your inside fighting game and neutralise my little reach advantage....I can feel my nose swelling some where your glove landed, and maybe my eyes are getting a little puffy two, as your overhand landed dead centre. You feint high, making me raise my guard, then ugggg.....a shovel hook with your left towrds my liver, I twist my body to my left, and the glove bounces off my forearm, but that right pounds into my temple.....snapping my head back.....sweat flying off my brow in all directions......I'm feeling a little outgunned, but I plant my feet to go toe to toe.....and swing back with a left/right hook combo, the left going right at your temple, the right a little lower for the jaw.....

BettyBustsYa: I'm pouring on the pressure as I nail you with another combo and sense you are in some trouble. This pushes me forward as I keep playing the aggressor, and I'm surprised when you stop you retreat and come at me. "Ugh." I grunt as the left nails me in the temple, the quick follow up right snaping my head the other direction. THe quick combo surprises me and forces me to back off, stumbling slightly as I throw a defensive left jab on my back foot before resetting and shaking my head to clear it, nostrils flaring.

Jean_Fitz: That's what I love to see, a red head's nostrils flaring out....I take your jab on my gloves, and keep pressing forward, the heat of the day now rising fast. I feint a jab towards your nose, focusing on the nostrils pumping air, and then step in closer, trying to send an uppercut right between your purple gloves, wanting to target that lovely chin!

BettyBustsYa: My eyes open, guard up, very defensive, I ready for your jab, putting my guard just out of place. Spittle and sweat fly as your uppercut tags my chin, snapping my head upward with a jarring impact. My vision flashes for a moment as I stumble a few steps then find myself on my ass in the grass of your back yard, seeing stars.

Jean_Fitz: You were ready to block my jab, but my uppercut slices through.....and bingo! It tags your chin, and you stumble backwards....landing right on your ass, for a great knockdown. I can't help but to raise my gloves above my head and do a little circle around the makeshift ring. "Well ok, Betty! Told ya I'd put you down! You got a minute to get back up, if ya can!" Then I walk over to my ice chest, take out a bottle of water, toss it to you, and take out another bottle, and draining half of it over my head to cool down, and sip the rest slowly. "One minute sugar!"

BettyBustsYa: You toss the bottle too me just as I'm shaking my head clear and it smacks against my top then hits the ground. "Lucky shot..." I mutter to myself as I grab the water and take a bit swig of it, then pour the rest on my head and chest as well. I then finally push myself to my feet and walk over to my corner. That hurt but I also know I was working you good...I just have to keep up with the counters and stay inside. Don't get greedy.

Jean_Fitz: I motion you to get up with my gloves....."It's the 10 second warning" sugar......And it's time to put this bout to rest" "up up up ya go!" I move to the centre of the ring and bring up my gloves to an on guard stance.

BettyBustsYa: I give you a bit of a glare as I push myself back upright. I shake out my shoulders and kick the empty water bottle away. I bring my guard back up and eye you. "I'm far from finished here," I say.

Jean_Fitz: I begin to move towards you slowly, moving from side to side, and feinting a jab with my left, then feinting with my right....kind of just toying with you.....I jab again, this time for real at your belly button, hoping you might drop your guard, so I can swipe a big right hook at your temple, hoping to find the "off" button.

BettyBustsYa: You come in and you start to toy with me, and it's clear I'm on guard. But as you fire the jab to my belly I flex my abs and take it with a grunt. Your right comes around and I bring my left arm up to deflect the blow. Stepping inside, I try to return the favor from earlier and catch you with a right uppercut to the chin.

Jean_Fitz: My jab hits your navel, but you tighten that core and it just kind of meets a solid wall of abs.....then my right hook gets snagged on the outside of your left forearm, it makes your arm shake, but my big white glove, stained with a little blood from your nose, goes nowhere near your head.....you step inside, my right arm knocked off to my right, and BOOM!!!!! big right uppercut pops in under my chin, lifting my head up and back, and making me stagger a few steps back, like a drunk leaving a bar.....I blink my eyes....but stay on my feet, raising my gloves up to eye level to get some protection as my head stops bobbing...

BettyBustsYa: That uppercut nailed you clean and I see you blink your blurry eyes as you are stunned. I come up and keep pushing, being a little more cautious but still pressing. Your guard high I dip low and look to drill more of the fight out of you with a left-right hook combo to your floating ribs, right at the waist line of your jeans shorts.

Jean_Fitz: I'm not moving my guard down....you stung me bad with that uppercut, and I need to keep my head protected now.....BAM! BAM! hook combo into my floating ribs......my white skin turning bright red from the impact of your leather gloves.....no doubt a purple bruise will form shortly that matches the color of your damned gloves.....I try to trade with you though, and send a left and right hook combo out towards the sides of your head...maybe gonna box your ears....

BettyBustsYa: You come back up top again but I'm ready for that this time. I lean back and the first left only ends up grazing me, enough to knock my head back but the impact is far from solid. My left is then up in time to guard against the right, blocking it as my right fist flashes towards the middle of your face. My left quickly follows with a hook to your jawline.

Jean_Fitz: My left only grazes you as you lean back....no solid hit at all......and then your left snags my right hook.....it happens fast.....at the same time....a big right flash of purple comes in at the centre of my my face.....snapping my head back violently......blinding me.....as your glove is retracting blood oozes out of both nostrils....and then a left hooks into my jaw....hard.....busting me hard and twisting my head to my left....i begin to loss my stance as I feel dizzy and disoriented, but I snap out a jab as I retreat to the fence and try to regain my guard....realizing I'm in some trouble

BettyBustsYa: I'm on a roll here, and you're hurting bac now as you fall back to the fence. A wounded animal is the most dangerous though. I bob and weave as I come in, slipping that jab. I come in and turn into a hard right under your arm, looking to pound that body again and further dissolve your guard. My left follows up, looing to pop your head back with an uppercut to the chin.

Jean_Fitz: I'm on the fence now, no retreat. You got that gleam in your eyes....that I don't like...you come in at me hard.....bobbing and weaving and I feel the Texas heat and humidity now draining my reflexes.....my jab just strikes air....and you slam a hard right under my left arm, the big glove hitting part of my tit.....I wince.....then the left loops in for an uppercut to my chin, I try to lean back from it, but my head just presses into the fence your your glove smears across the front of my face....it hurts....both punches hurt.....but i swing out with left hook towards your jaw, wanting to much to land the killer to punch......

BettyBustsYa: I'm really working you and I'm surprised you are still up, and just as surprised as your left catches me in the jaw. Sweat flies as my head snaps to the side. But I stay in with you this time, refusing to back down as I turn my body into a fight uppercut to your solar plexus, then come around with a left hook to the temple, going toe to toe.

Jean_Fitz: MY hook cracks into your jaw, but shit, it does not stop you or slow you down, you stay in the pocket, keeping pinned in the ivy covered fence….you won’t back down….and you turn into me…..slamming a wicked right uppercut into my solar plexus….now pain radiating out from my bundle of delicate nerves that you just activated….freezing me and stunning me….a left hook then slams into my temple, twisting my head to the side, my back slams into the fence, which keeps me upright, but I fell dizzy, disoriented….knees going weak…

BettyBustsYa: You're against the fence again and I lick my lips as your dizzy expression says it all. Your body even sinks a bit as your knees weaken. The onslaught is tiring even me as I've been hammering you in the Texas sun, but adrenaline keeps me going as I turn into a right hook to the center of your chest, then come back up to knock your head from side to side with a left-right to your jawline.

Jean_Fitz: Ugggg......that right hook to the centre of my chest smashes in between my tits.....and it's so painful.....and then you whip a left and right hook combo across my jaw lines....this is the point where a ref would step in....my guard is now low and my body begins to shake from the beating....I open my arms and try to wrap you in a clinch....now desperate to stop your punching and try to recover....

BettyBustsYa: It's been a brutal moment against the fence and you finally fall fowward and clinch up with me. I let out a grunt as I hold up you rheavy body for a moment, but I then twist and push, basically trying to throw you down to the ground.

Jean_Fitz: I get tossed off you quickly, you using your heavier body and lower centre of gravity putting me on the lawn like a ragdoll.....I land spread eagle on my back.....breathing hard....my tits moving up and down with each ragged breath I take.....I look up at you.....through blurred vision as you prance around

BettyBustsYa: I drop my guard and take in several deep breaths as I stagger over and look down at you. "One minute..." I say before staggering to my corner to get a rest.

Jean_Fitz: I look up your legs to your smirking face as you stand over me, and you look like your 10 ft tall, as I stare up at you from the ground.......uggggg....I groan....is there any part of me from the navel up that does not hurt? Fuck no!. I roll onto my belly and then push myself up on all fours, my tits in my sports bra hanging down like I'm a cow....after several seconds....I stagger to my feet and go over to my corner to swig some water and splash down.....my body is slick with sweat...there is blood dripping from my nose....and then it's clear that time is up, so I slowly shuffle to the centre and raise my gloves to shoulder height...."DING DING! Betty"

Jean_Fitz: I take a glance at a clock, and realize we've been boxing for 7 minutes, excluding the 2 two minute breaks....and it might just come down to stamina...I look closely at you....wondering how much energy you might have picked up after knocking the fuck out of me before the break....

BettyBustsYa: I grab a bottle of water and take a huge drink then douse myself to cool off in the blistering Texas heat. Where your knock down on me had been from a shock to the systems, you’d just taken a heavy handed beating. It took a lot out of me; so I focused my break on getting my breath and centering my mind.

BettyBustsYa: I knew you were going to get up…that we were not done, even after seven minutes of slugging it out. Breaks like this are precious, and I have the advantage of being on my feet when it started.

BettyBustsYa: I eye you as you eye me, lightly swollen eyes narrowed slightly, breathing back under control dripping sweat and water, dried blood under my nose.

BettyBustsYa: I stride up to the line and look at you. “Put up or shut up, blondie,” I taunt as my guard comes up.

Jean_Fitz: I took a good thumping by this red haired gal, which led to the break. I’ve managed to pick myself off the ground, but damn, I feel the ache in my jaw and ribs. But ain’t quitter, and I know I can whoop this gal if I can force her to fight by my game. I give you a big smirk, and move to the centre of the ring, my ring, and raise up my dukes, orthodox stance “OK red, let’s box!” I realize that a small crowd has gathered around the ring, people that heard the commotion and wanna see the action. I start off slow, sending a couple of probing jabs towards your head to distract, then try a looping right hook towards your lower rib cage. In spite of the heat, I bounce a little on my feet to stay loose and ready.

BettyBustsYa: We’ve gathered some attention, clearly. Must have been your grunts and groans of pain. We both fall into our stances and are still bouncing on our feet, though both of us are showing fatigue. I parry the jabs as I look for an opening to come inside. I turn my body as I see your hook coming, grinding as it hits with a sweaty thwack, but the blow isn’t as solid as you’d have liked. I try to respond with a right of my own, firing it straight towards your solar plexus, trying to get you huffing and puffing again early in the restart.

Jean_Fitz: The crowd noise and heat blur into a dull hum, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. That hook didn’t land clean, but I felt it sting you, enough to remind ya the Storm’s still blowing. Then, wham your counter punches through my guard, a hard gloved fist right into my solar plexus. My breath bursts out in a grunt, body folding slightly as I stagger a half-step back, grit my teeth, and force air back into my lungs. I circle left, keeping my jab flicking towards your face to buy space. “You hit like a farm girl, Red,” I rasp, voice rough, “but I ain’t outta gas yet.” I snap another jab high, then dip low and drive forward with a tight left uppercut aimed under her guard, pure boxer instinct, straight from the streets of San Anton, trying to catch ya chin and swing the momentum my way.

BettyBustsYa: I catch you solid in the body and watch your face contort from the pain the blow as the air leave your lungs. I step into press but you catch me with that jab that knocks my head back and leaves me open. The uppercut hits solid and my head snaps in a spray of spittle and sweat. I stagger flatfooted back, getting near the ropes as I turtle up and shake my head to try to clear it.

Jean_Fitz: I would be on you in a second, and follow up with a flurry of punches, and maybe knock your block off, but that punch to my SP has me slowed up, and I need some recovery, even if you are hurting, well, I'm hurting too. The crowd is shouting now, an animated bunch, but tune them out, and focus on you.....slowly I approach you, hoping to bully you back into the ropes and trap you there, as I don't want this to be a track and field event....I launch a left/right straight combo towards your head, to test your reflexes, and then try another right hook towrds the same spot that i just punched....

BettyBustsYa: Turtled up with my guard tight around my head, I'm more able to defend as you come forward. I feel as my gloves smack against my face as your left right smacks into them. You fire off that right and lean back, the blow grazing my gloves. I stumble from the lean, but get my footing back and try to catch you with a long thrown left uppercut aimed at your chin.

Jean_Fitz: My straight punch comb bounces off your gloves, and kind of pushes your gloves back into your face, and then my right hook grazes your glove, missing your ribs entirely.....she's still got fight.....you stumble and regain your footing and try to catch me with a long thrown uppercut, but I see it coming and lean back from it....and then as I lean forward, I try to criss-cross your jaws with a left/right hook combo, still trying to bully you back into the ropes....

BettyBustsYa: The long punch had some pop to it but was telegraphs and easily avoided. A mistake. You lean back forward and nail me with a crisp combo of a left and right that sends sweat and bloody spittle flying in both directions. I stagger back into the ropes, but rather than staying against them, I use the tension to propel myself forward and smash my body into yours as I wrap my arms around for a tight, sweaty clinch.

Jean_Fitz: I think I’ve got you, those crisp hooks land clean across your face, and you reel backward into the ropes. I step in, pressing the advantage, but I don’t read the setup. The tension snaps you forward like a cannonball, and your body slams into me hard, your heavier frame crashing against mine. Our bodies collide, chest to chest, breath mixing, your weight driving me a half-step back. I nearly lose my footing as your arms wrap me up in a tight clinch. Our noses brush, eyes locked, both of us straining for balance, each testing the other’s strength, neither willing to give an inch.

BettyBustsYa: I pull you in tight, grinding sweaty sports bra covered breasts against each other. You can hear my breathing as I turn my head a bit, my forehead digging against the swelling of your eyes as I we both jostle in the clinch. My leg strength starts to come back as my vision clears, but my head is still ringing good from your barrage.

Jean_Fitz: I feel you digging in, trying to steady yourself, your breath hot against my cheek as your forehead grinds painfully against my swollen eye. I can feel your taunt nipples pressing through your sports bra into mine, your larger breasts mushrooming over mine as we struggle together. I brace my legs, tightening my grip around your middle…refusing to let you settle back into rhythm. “Not so fast, Red,” I growl through gritted teeth, pushing forward, chest slick against yours. it’s just you and me, locked together, straining, sweat and heat and stubborn willpower holding us both upright. My ribs ache, my jaw throbs, but I try to push my right leg between your legs, trying to disrupt your stance.

BettyBustsYa: We’re both clearly feeling the fight and the fatigue as we grind and battle in this clinch. I can smell the sweat and blood and effort as we jockey for position. You hear me let out a small grunt as your leg pushes between mine. I shuffle a bit and turn, smashing my shoulder into your body to try to push off and get space. And when it’s created, I try to blast a quick but stiff uppercut at your chin before you can fully reset.

Jean_Fitz: You break the clinch, and have the element of surprise and turn, smashing your shoulder between my tits, and forcing me back a step, and seek to regain my balance. As I do so, an uppercut pops up between my guard, and I try to lean back from it, but not entirely in time as it clips my chin and forces me to bite down on my gum shield to keep in in doors....I stumble back into the ropes, and then try to get my guard back in place....

BettyBustsYa: Nostrils flare as I take in some air after clipping you with the uppercut. The stumble was the reaction I wanted as I wade back in, bouncing slightly as I close in and dip down, ripping a left hook towards your liver area and following it with a right to your eye and temple area; the punches have some pop behind them, heavy; but the pace has slowed in the summer heat.

Jean_Fitz: You're uppercut has put me on the backfoot, and now on the ropes, but I turtle up, and take your left hook on my elbow, the right goes high, and smacks me hard in the temple, twisting my head around, sweat spraying in all directions. I react with muscle memory and try to send a left hook towards your jaw, hoping to stop your momentum before this turns into a beatdown on the ropes, but energy levels are low.....

BettyBustsYa: You turtle up and while my hook hits it means I need to pick my spots, especially at this level of energy. This pause lets me read that hook and I duck under it, quickly looking to counter with a stiff right hook towards your floating ribs, hoping that hits and opens up your guard as I follow it with a straight right to your mouth and nose.

Jean_Fitz: My hook misses you entirely as you weave under it, and my body now is wide open, and you take advantage of this, slamming a hard right hook into my floating ribs, I grunt and lean forward, opening my guard from the impact, and your straight right pops me in the mouth and snaps my head back.....I try to slide around you to move back towrds the ring centre, hoping to recover a little from a hard body and head shot.....

BettyBustsYa: Earlier in the fight I may have been able to cut you off and keep you on the rips, but you are able to slide and move back. I bite down on my mouth guard as I push forward, determined. “Come on, Blondie. Where ya going?” I taunt, feinting like I’m going for the body again, but shifting into a hard overhand right aimed at the side of your face. I follow it up after with a stiff left hook low toward the liver area.

Jean_Fitz: I get back to the ring centre, but you come back at me, perhaps sensing that I'm slowing down. My floating ribs are bruised, so I buy the feint and cover up lower, to avoid a punch that never comes, instead a flash of purple leather catches my eye as a big right overhand crashes into the side of my face, my knees buckle for a moment, but my guar, still a little low, catches your show stopping liver punch, and I try to counter punch with a right cross towrds your mouth, now flat footed and trying to stay in the fight.

BettyBustsYa: I don’t have enough time to spit my curse out as my liver shot hits elbow as your right smashes into my mouth. My head moves with the blow that busts my upper lip and wobbles my knees. The small group watching outside the ring roars as we are just slugging out, showing a lot of will to win here. The counter shot now has me flat footed as well, but fight is winning the fight or flight response in my brain. Feet set I try to power a straight right through your guard and into that bruised solar plexus; trying to rob you for any energy to punch again.

Jean_Fitz: We are really slugging it out now, not a lot of technique.....my right cross does not stop you....it punches hard splits your upper lip, and for a moment I think I've got you, but you are one tough nut to crack.....instantly you counter punch, driving a hard right straight between my guard and smashing into the delicate bundle of nerves of my midsection.....my mouth opens in a big O shape as pain radiates through my midsection, and I instinctively move my gloves to protect from another body shot......ugggggg.....trying to catch some breath....

BettyBustsYa: The body punch gives me exactly what I wanted as your guard comes down and your mouth opens. I load up and put my weight behind a tight, powerful left hook aimed at your jaw, looking to lay you out here and now, as I’m not sure I have much left in me.

Jean_Fitz: You come at me hard, driving a left hook towards my jaw, and I go into flight mode, stepping back from it, in spite of the pain in my midsection making it hard to breathe, I keep backing up until my back presses into the ropes....playing for time to recover before I take more damage from this two fisted gal.....

BettyBustsYa: My punch misses and I stumble with the effort. My eyes are wide with shock as it happens. “Slippery bitch…” I pant out, as I face you. Guard up but body and arms sagging, gloves feeling heavy, I stumble forward flat footed. My shoulder drops and I turn my body as I try to dig a right uppercut into your low belly. I have to use my body more to put power behind the punches; which are slower, but heavy.

Jean_Fitz: I can't retreat any further, with my back to the ropes, and suddenly you drop low, and swing a right uppercut into my navel....I tighten my abs, but you are gradually breaking down those muscles, so the upper to the navel hurts.....I'm getting my breathe back, a little.....and as your uppercut bends me forward.....I try to punch a right straight back towards your guts as I begin to straighten up.....I know that if you were fresh....you would have have launched a flurry at me, so lucky me......

BettyBustsYa: My punch digs in and you bend forward. “Ugh,” I let out, breath leaving as you catch me in the body while you are dipped low. The blow bends me as well as I step back a step, and try to catch you with a right around your guard and into your temple.

Jean_Fitz: I catch you in the belly, and then you step back, and try to land a right hook to my temple, but I see it coming, and come at you recklessly.....punching out with a left/right/left/right flurry of punches towards your face, trying to walk you back, trying to knock you down for that desperately need break, or better yet, a knockout....I don't bother trying to defend as I push forward......with a last effort of pure aggression.....

BettyBustsYa: You push right into me and just hammer me with a flurry that totally surprises me, my head snaps from side to side and finally the right sends my mouth guard flying as my body spins and I land in the grass in a heap, barely moving aside from my breathing.

Jean_Fitz: I don't know where I got the burst of energy from, but it takes you by surprise as I walk you back across the ring to the other corner, and you collapse....and it looks like you got knocked out......I stop and stare down at you you for a movement....as sweat drips off my body.....

BettyBustsYa: You stare down at my body and I’m not moving for most of the break period. About 10 seconds before I need to be up to scratch, I roll over on to my back and groan, eyes glassy, head throbbing, body unwilling to cooperate. Knocked out.

Jean_Fitz: Barely standing myself, I rip off my gloves, and then move down to cradle your head in my arms, splashing some cool water on your face and stroking your cheeks lightly, "C'mon Betty, let's get you fixed up.....I've got some steaks to bbq....but we might need them on our faces instead......or at least some ice packs.....

BettyBustsYa: The water helps bring me back to full consciousness. “I’ll get…you next time…” I pant out. You help me up and we head to get patched up.

Jean_Fitz: END

Published: 2025-10-16, viewed 157 times.

Comments

Nat Blake (deleted member)

2025-10-20 16:49

El Diablo always delivers, great fight Jean

Jean Fitz (deleted member)

2025-10-20 16:56

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Many thanks Nat. Betty was a tough opponent, and i took a lot of lumps. It could have gone the other way too!

MIKE BOXER - BOXEADOR

2025-10-17 11:34

GREAT match! Thank you for sharing it with us!!

MacarenaGomez

2025-10-17 10:00

Great match girl 10/10

Muscleboy Martin

2025-10-17 08:52

Damn...endured and outboxed her in the end! Superb skill, Jean!

Jean Fitz (deleted member)

2025-10-17 08:54

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It was a tough fight and Betty is a highly skilled boxer and it could have gone either way after the pummeling she gave me....so I hope there will be a rematch someday