THE SWEETEST SCIENCE

MaggieMae: just bored one night on MeetFighters scanning profiles....came across your profile, never thinking you'd actually respond, because who ever does. I send you an innocent message. "looking tough honey! Got any thunder in those mitts"

MaggieMae: I press send never expecting to get a response but it gives me a smile and a bit of fantasy to dream about as I go to sleep that night

Jean_Fitz: "Ain't no thunder sugar, but there's plenty of lightening in these gloves, and that's what strikes. If ya wanna find out what a Texas twister is all about, let's meetup sometime at the local gym and have a bout" Jean Fitz

MaggieMae: the next morning I wake up. smiling as I see i got a message back! "I'd love to wrangle a real Texan babe"

Jean_Fitz: "hmmmmm.....you sure ya got your health insurance paid up, cause I don't hold back when I step in the ring sugar.....but if your sure, let's meetup at Lone Star Boxing Club and have that little bout...."

Jean_Fitz: P.S. Don't say I didn't warn ya!"

MaggieMae: I smile looking up some of your fights recorded on the site. "I'd love to go Toe to toe with ya! it's been a while since I knocked out a cute soccer mom! ;) I'm sure it will be an exciting time knocking out the Texan in her home gym too

Jean_Fitz: I smirk over my mug of coffee, and look at your images, and stats....5 ft 10 and only 126 lbs? Please, she's a toothpick. I type back my response "OK, you got it sugar, or rather you're gonna get it. How's tomorrow look for ya, high noon?"

MaggieMae: "high noon? should I wear my chaps for this shoot out Jean? ;) "

Jean_Fitz: "ya can, but they ain't gonna help ya sweetie!" "High noon! be there!"

MaggieMae: "I'll be the one standing with my glove raised at the end pardner"

Jean_Fitz: High noon approaches, and I arrive at the club, wearing some informal boxing attire, a low cut red sports bra, blue jean cutoffs, sneakers, white boxing gloves, white gum shield.....ready for some action if MaggieMae shows up....

MaggieMae: I am the younger fighter but I have always been attracted to the more experienced girls. So I decide to get a little bit flashy with my gear coming down to the ring in my golden Gloves with my matching sports bra and Gladiator skirt with white spandex under

Jean_Fitz: Well well, Maggie shows up, so I’m pleasantly surprised. An wow, she looks the part, with those gold gloves, gladiator shorts, and gold sports bra….oh….had I know, I would have worn my outfit…..Anyway….I step into the ring, and Jim the manager asks if we need him to ref or whether we are only gonna spar…so I shrug my shoulders and look at Maggie for a response….

MaggieMae: Oh jim! I'm sure me and the Texas storm will keep it clean but if you want to hang around to count her out when I drop her like a dust devil then you are more than welcome to be the third person in the ring

Jean_Fitz: I smirk when I hear those words, and nod at Jim, "fine by me, but unless I have to chase her nonstop for 10 rounds, there is no way I'm gonna get knocked out!" So now I step towards the centre of the ring, raise up my white 8 oz gloves, slap them together, rolls my shoulders up and down, and form an orthodox stance....."ready for your lesson in humility sweat Maggie Mae?"

MaggieMae: I smile and Slide the black mouthpiece between my lips and then smack my Golden Gloves together nodding over at you, let's see what you got in those gloves honey! Jim starts the timer and then calls us to box and I reach out touching my left love to yours with one final knot of respect before I set my feet and prepare to go Toe to Toe with you

Jean_Fitz: I accept your tap, but once Jim shouts "BOX!" I begin to bounce on the balls of my feet, and bob erratically from side to side to become a confusing target. I begin to circle to my right, but this is only a ruse, I turn sharply toward you, lunging forward, and throw out a quick left jab/right cross combo, mostly to keep you busy upstairs, and then follow this by skip stepping a little closer to throw a left uppercut at your solar plexus, trying to drive the punch under your elbow and between your guard....

MaggieMae: You quickly show me where that nickname comes from As You Are moving in and out all over the place as you throw that quick combination that I easily bat away with my left but then as I go to swing her right hook into your ribs you greet me with a quick left uppercut that funks into my solar plexus making me bite down hard on that mouth guard and then Circle to my left looping a left hook toward the side of your cheek to reestablish some range as we feel each other out

Jean_Fitz: My aggressive start does what it was suppose to do, put you on the back foot early, and I can tell that uppercut landed hard and solid, but you've been hit before, and can take a punch. You circle off to your left, and send a looping left hook towards the side of my face, but given my shorter height, it's easy enough for me to weave under it, and step forward, inside your guard, and try to pop a right uppercut under your left armpit as your glove extends, and follow this with a short right hook towrds your jaw, trying to go over and around your right guard....I stay in close for toe to toe action.....

MaggieMae: My quick attempt to keep you at arm's length goes awry when my left hooks over the top of your head and opens me up for a solid body shot that makes my ass jiggle and then you clip my chin with a short right hook that sends me back against the ropes. Your hands finding the spots where my gloves aren't and putting me on the defensive early in the round

Jean_Fitz: I've now forced you against the ropes, and I've also bruised your body and also clipped your chin....I can't help but smirk.....I stay in lockstep with you as you fall back on the ropes, and now I follow you, my body crouched and bent forward, ready to beat you down, my body blocking your forward movement, the ropes blocking your backward movement.....I dip at my knees and launch a right uppercut towards your navel, trying to angle the punch under your elbows and guard, and then hoping I either score or you drop your gloves to block, I swing a left hook towards your temple, hoping to score big as I raise back up.

MaggieMae: trying to stay calm as you have caught me with some good shots early. I snap out a left jab toward your nose as you approach. but then I cover up taking that uppercut of my elbow and your left hook off my gloves...your punch forcing my gloves into my own face. I try to slide off the ropes wanting to circle out of danger against the scrappy opponent.

Jean_Fitz: As I try to punch out with my right uppercut, you snap out a jab towards my nose, beating me to the punch, and snapping my head back, and my uppercut only connects with your elbow....and then my left hook is snagged by your glove....you disrupt my rhythm and seem to develop your own, as you slide around me off the ropes, I move to catch you in the centre of the ring, swing a left hook towrds your jaw, as I bounce on my toes....

MaggieMae: I am able to maneuver off the ropes and I see your left hook coming lifting up my right glove again to deflect it before I go low with a left hook of my own meaning for your liver area trying to that's really straight right into your solar plexus as the nerves start to dissipate a little bit after a rough start

Jean_Fitz: My left hook gets deflected out to my left as your parry it away, and then a left hook of your own comes screaming towards my liver, I twist my body to the left to take the punch more on my ribs, it smacks hard, but my liver is spared, the left twist opens my midsection for your right straight to pump into my solar plexus.....I gasp from the impact, and the pain radiates out....I begin to cover up and retreat back a few steps towrds the ropes....

MaggieMae: taking my time moving with you as you retreat, pushing my left jab into your gloves and then try to Crack open your defense with a right uppercut as the round winds down.

Jean_Fitz: I'm on the ropes, but cover up well, your jab hitting my gloves, and then that uppercut swings up, but it too gets snagged on my gloves, I counter punch with a quick jab/right cross towards your forehead, as Jim looks like he is going to signal the end of the round.

MaggieMae: Your job sneaks through in back but I reflect that right cross and step forward into your body hooking my arms around yours to clinch against the ropes. hugging you tight as Jim then calls for the end of the round as soon as the timer buzzes, pulling us apart. I smile at you and smack my left mitt into yours. "not bad!"

Jean_Fitz: I smile back at you..."Yeah....you got some talent gal!"...so I move to my corner and take some water...and mop some of the sweat off my brow with a towel. I stay standing, breathing a little hard, chest heaving with my breaths as I wait for round 2.

MaggieMae: stealing a peek at your butt in your jeans shorts, resting in my corner taking a swig of water. replaying the round in my mind. you had plenty of success and came out fast...maybe faster than I was ready for even. but I had some success late to steady the ship and give me some confidence

Jean_Fitz: I stay in my corner during the break, chest rising and falling fast, trying to steady my breathing. Sweat runs down my face as I lean on the ropes, eyes fixed on you across the ring. I sip some more water, spit it out, and roll my shoulders to keep them loose. “Alright, girl,” I mutter under my breath, “you had your fun.” The bell’s about to ring, and I slap my gloves together, feeling the burn fade into focus. When I step out again, it’s with a half-smile and a glint in my eye, ready to meet you in the center and take back control.

MaggieMae: as the break comes to an end I stand back up tall, smacking my golden gloves together and bounce on my toes ...looking your cute body up and down before Jim calls us to box yy

Jean_Fitz: Again I try to come out aggressively, bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet, and start by coming straight at you...a jab/cross combo towrds your face, wanting to punch through your guard.....

MaggieMae: I'm ready for your aggressive Style this time and I pull you in letting you launch those punches just waiting and then after stuffing my left Jab into your job I Bob down below your cross and swing a left hook right hook combination into your body trying to land under your elbows and then twisting my hips swinging a left uppercut trying to clip your chin to get my second round off to a hard-hitting start!

Jean_Fitz: I've got a careful war plan against younger fighters....and that's to punish them hard and not let them drag me into late rounds, where they have greater stamina.....But you are better than I had anticipated, and are prepared to challenge my strategy in ways I don't expect.....my jab bounces off your jab, and you quickly duck under my right cross with speed and agility....leaving my body open for a left/right hook combo that bangs into my side ribs with force.....and then with my guard out of place, a nasty uppercut swings up, clipping my chin and driving my head back. I try to shake it off, raise my guard and circle to my right to try and get my bearings and a new plan to deter your aggression.

MaggieMae: I can hear Jim react to that combination and I know I felt it in my gloves! But I I try to stay calm and as your hands go up my left quickly darts out trying to thump into that solar plexus again just looking to loosen up your tight guard before looping a right hook trying to go around your glove and clip you above your ear

Jean_Fitz: And more aggression comes my way as Maggie wants to take advantage of her last strong combo and keep me under pressure.....I close up my forearms when I see that left coming out, but I'm not quick enough to react to your right hook, that goes around my left glove and clips my ear.....THUD!.......again, I shake my head as Jim watches in amazement of this younger boxer with the golden gloves.....as you pull back your right, I go for my own combo, jab my left at your chin, and trying to throw a right hook hight towards your temple.....I'm determined to change the fight momentum that you are clearly building up....

MaggieMae: I see a little bit of sweat fly off your short hairs when my glove connects above your ear but you come right back at me snapping that job out into my lips kissing your white glove for a moment as a Little Grunt escapes my lips but I can sense you raring back with that right and I try to keep my cool waiting for it to come and then slipping ever so slightly to my left and trying to count her with a left hook right to the point of your chin and then digging a right hook low into your ribs and I try to punish your aggression another time if I can

Jean_Fitz: I think maybe I will blunt your attacks when my jab kisses your lips with a smack, but being so young, you have great reflexes, and I must have telegraphed my right hook, as you slip it to your left, and now out flanking me on my right.....nothing I can do as your gold glove hooks into the point of my chin, jarring my head, making me bite my mouth guard down.....and then still out flanking me, I take another body shot into my ribs....bending me slightly forward.....so I retreat towards the ropes, needing a few seconds to recover and guard up, and get you off my flank and squared up....

MaggieMae: My combination lands and it put you back on your heels. Moving in I pop two more quick left Jabs out toward your face trying to keep the pressure up and hoping that maybe the tough Texas girl will crack

Jean_Fitz: I keep my guard up, and easily block those jabs.....surprised she's not feinting more....but maybe she thinks I'm finished.....hardly! After taking your golden glove on my white glove......I fire back at your a double jab combo back towards your head.....then drop my left to try to send a shovel hook towards your liver region....

MaggieMae: I get a little bit too predictable and you get your legs back under you pumping me with a well-placed double Jab to get me back on my heels and then you drive a good body shot right into my liver area. My core holding up but it still brings a grunt from my lips as I Circle and swipe a left hook to catch you coming in possibly as I take a slight retreat. My right hand cocked looking to strike if that chin looks vulnerable. This woman is a badass! I think to myself as I try to outmaneuver you. Most girls I have fought would have been knocked out early in this round but you aren't just taking the punishment pursuing me and challenging me to meet your level and it's so exhilarating!

Jean_Fitz: I land a couple of jabs and a body hook.....but you clearly can take punches....better than what I though you could....you through out a hook as you retreat, but I don't charge into it, and your hook swipes the empty air between us......I decide to try jabbing out again.....double jab....towards your nose.....but rather than going low again, this time I send a left hook towards your ear.....trying to step left and drive my hook around your right guard....

MaggieMae: Our bodies both listening with sweat as you come back toward me pump that jab more regularly. You are just keeping up constant pressure and trying to make me walk into your offense. I try to time your job with a quick left of my own before you can double up! Your left hook coming toward my head and I duck down a little but it still catches me on the top of my head pushing me back a little. Knowing that's a punch that can end the fight if it hits just right, or just wrong. I decide to match your aggression and as I set my feet power a left hook hard into your ribs and then try to catch you on the hinge of your jaw with a right hook of my own as we stand Toe to Toe for a moment

Jean_Fitz: Uggg….you’re now reading my patterns….I send out the first jab, but before the second jabs goes out….you nail my cheek with your own left, and my own jab goes astray……you mostly avoid my left hook, and then send a hard left hook into my ribs, bending me forward into a wicked right hook at the hinge of my jaw, that twists my face around, and pops my mouth guard out that bounces on the canvass…..my knees buckle under me….and I collapse on the canvass….Jim looks stunned…and starts a count….ONE TWO…..

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MaggieMae: It lands on the button and I see that stunned look on your face for a moment as your legs give out and you crash to your ass. Even Jim looks a little stunned as he points to the neutral corner, she's down mag! Neutral corner. Then he moves in front of you and kneeling down so you can see him clearly giving you the count. I bounce on my toes and shake out my arms as Jim gets to four

Jean_Fitz: The sound of the tiny crowd dulls for a moment, replaced by a ringing in my ears. I can still feel the shot on my jaw, hot, electric, and I know my mouthguard is somewhere behind me on the canvas. My pride stings worse than the punch itself. Damn it… I was just finding my rhythm, and she caught me clean. I blink hard, trying to steady the spinning lights overhead. Jim’s voice cuts through, “…four!” I taste blood and sweat as I force my body to move. My gloves press against the mat, arms trembling as I push myself up to one knee. I can hear Maggie’s footsteps shifting in the neutral corner, she’s ready to pounce the second this count ends. My chest heaves; I’m furious with myself for giving her that moment, for looking weak in front of everyone. I grit my teeth, get one foot under me, and shove upward, swaying a little but upright by seven. I raise my gloves, jaw tight, forcing out a breath through my nose. I nod at Jim to show I’m good, though inside, my ribs burn and my pride burns worse. Jim gives me a new gum shield. I lock eyes with Maggie across the ring, wipe a line of sweat and spit from my chin, and mutter under my breath, “Not done yet.”

MaggieMae: Body looks great I'm on the canvas. A little bit of your butt cheek sticking out the bottom of those denim shorts as you finally get to your knees and then push back up to your feet and trying to play off like you're not that hurt but everyone saw that was a clean punch and it turned off your senses for a moment. I bounce on my toes as Jim calls us to box and I come right back toward you looking to set up another great combination. The high snap out my left Jab but stop it short just wanting to get your hands up before shoveling my right into your body trying to split your elbows and pump it into your solar plexus again

Jean_Fitz: I shake my head to clear the cobwebs, that right hook had power in it, and it really rattled my brain. I get my dukes raised, more or less in a peak-a-boo stance.....I intend to protect myself better, as this 23 year old has some decent boxing skills, and I'm now worried about her stamina too. I'm ready for battle, and you send a jab out, so I raise my guard high, but you check the punch and then snap out a nasty right straight between my elbows and pound it into my solar plexus....I tighten my abs and that alleviates some of the impact, but still, it fucking hurts. I gotta try to turn this around, so I swing out a left hook towards your jaw line.....

MaggieMae: I know that a hurt animal is the most dangerous and so as I pound that right deep into your body I can sense your desperation. I stepped back just enough to make that left hook graze my chin and then I Spring right back forward with a straight right and for your nose and then a left hook aiming for that liver again before finishing up the combination with a digging right hook just above your belt into your tummy

Jean_Fitz: I throw the left hook with everything I’ve got left in me, trying to drive it around her guard, but Maggie dips just enough. My glove just grazes her chin, sliding off without real damage, a half-inch from the knockout shot I wanted. I feel the frustration hit before I even reset my stance, I missed my window. Then she’s on me. The girl’s faster than I can regroup. Her counter fires like a whip, a jab snapping my head back, then a right cross that bangs off my temple before I can bring my gloves high again. My legs stumble a step backward. I try to pivot out, but you cut the angle perfectly, golden gloves flashing in the corner of my vision. My breath comes short, the air thick and hot in the ring. Your combinations keep driving me back, hooks and straights that don’t all land clean, but they keep me moving, and my feet scuff the canvas until I feel the ropes brush my shoulder blades. By the time I realize it, I’m in the corner, guard tight, trying to weather your flurry. I can see the fire in your eyes, relentless, enjoying the chase, while I grit through the ache in my ribs and the humiliation burning through my chest. I’m cornered, but not broken yet… I just need one clean shot to turn this around.

MaggieMae: I can tell my punches aren't Just Landing, but they are starting to hurt you. That thought keeps my fire going as you sag against the corner. Keeping my head moving not wanting to eat one of those classic counters. I send a double Jab into your mids trying to twist a quick right uppercut under your chin again wanting to leave you seen Stars as you just try to survive

Jean_Fitz: I easily block those jabs to my midsection, by lowing my guard, but then you land a hard right uppercut to my chin, popping my head up and back, and my back pounds into the padding of the turnbuckle, making the ropes shake.....I'm in a bad place, so I try to ram my right shoulder into you and circle out towards the ring centre....feeling like a wounded animal with my tormentor not too far behind me.....

MaggieMae: ooooffff I grunt as you suddenly throw that shoulder up into my chin and I instinctively wrap my arms around your body looking more like a wrestling match for a moment as you back me up toward the middle of the rain before Jim has a chance to stop our momentum and try to separate us. My left love trying to Pepper your side in the clinch as I growl in your ear

Jean_Fitz: I don't get past you clean, as you wrap me in a clinch, putting your weight on me, further tiring me out, as our sweaty bodies merge into one......we dance out a way from the corner, and I grunt as you pepper my side with your left glove...until Jim shouts "Break clean gals!"

MaggieMae: I whisper in your ear, those legs are looking heavy! And then I finally push you away just a bit and then try to throw a quick left job straight right between your gloves trying to Landon a few more heavy punches before you have the chance to reset

Jean_Fitz: I brace myself for the breakup, and sure enough you go wild with a few punches, but I lean back from your jabs, and move off to circle to avoid your heavy punches....keeping my distance, then step forward summoning my last reserves to throw a left haymaker of a hook towards your temple, hopping to find the off button.

MaggieMae: Your Haymaker comes flying in but it's wild again and I slip under that and throw a short left hook to your chin again just as the timer buzzes to end round two

Jean_Fitz: The left hook whips my face off to the left, I bite down on my mouth guard, as I don't want it punched out of my mouth for the second time.....and then the buzzer ends round 2. I've probably been saved by the bell, as round 2 was a rough one for me, taking a knockdown.....certainly if there was a score it would be 10:8 in your favour.....but who's counting. I take some water, and brace myself for round 3, a round I did not want to occur.....but that's boxing.

MaggieMae: I Pat you on the butt after the round, stay on your stool bitch! I smirk to the crowd watching as I move over to my corner and take a lunch needed Swig of water this machine around and spitting it into the bucket. The eager looking woman holding my spit bucket

Jean_Fitz: I realise my face is bruised and a little tender, but once Jim says 10 seconds, I'm up, and when the bell sounds, I come out, more flat footed then before, but I now intend to brawl, and come at you, feinting a jab high, I the try to snap a right straight into your solar plexus, hoping to slow you down so you can't roll over me in round 3.

MaggieMae: Round made my confidence soar! Feeling like I have you on the end of my punches I stand up off my stool and Jog back out to the middle of the Ring as the round begins. i can see the wear and tear of the fight...you get to my body with a good right hand to my solar plexus and you get a little bit of spittle the air whooshes past my lips. I bite now on my mouth guard and then try to set you up a jab then a quick side step and then a quick double Jab. Trying to make my left the pain of your existence and make those tired legs work..

Jean_Fitz: I land the shot to your solar plexus, and I get rewarded by a spray of warm spit in my face.....I come out flat-footed, chest tight, thinking a brawl might reset the odds, and you read it like a book. The first jab snaps my head back more than I expect; it’s not brutal, but it’s precise, and it ricochets through my sinuses. You stay light on your feet, moving, then a quick double jab to snap my head back again, and then again, spittle dibbles from my mouth. I grunt, I blink and the world tilts for a breath. Maggie’s punches aren’t wild, they’re precise and relentless. They're too fast, my reflexes down. Shame sours in my mouth; I can feel every eye on me as you take the center and refuses to let me breathe. My legs chatter under me, my jaw hums, I remain stubborn, I’m waiting for one opening, a mistake that you create.

MaggieMae: I keep focused seeing the determination on your face. my jab starting to become a problem for you. I keep shifting my feet staying at arm's length as I Circle.i fire another left jab out toward your nose, but then try to power a right uppercut into your body been your elbows again!

Jean_Fitz: You're now trying to use your reach advantage to good effect, and certainly the 10 year age difference is starting to show the gap in stamina....I block the jab by keeping my gloves high, knowing your strategy is to pick me apart with long range bombs! Uggg! I keep a high guard, but that allows you to pound an uppercut into my ribs....it hurts, but not organs are hit. I grunt and grimace from the impact and try to counter with a left hook over your shoulder to try to hit the side of your face...

MaggieMae: my uppercut brings an audible grunt from my older opponent. your right flying up and smacking against the side of my face pushing me back a step as you show me you haven't lost your fighting spirit. I dance away a bit and make those chattering legs churn. biting on my mouthpiece thinking, "mmm hmmm. come get me baby...." as my gloves look for that next chance to punish you.

Jean_Fitz: My left smacks your face, but you seem to take it well, no knockout punch there.....and then you taunt me to "come get you baby".....very cheeky....I'm breathing hard now in round 3 and sweating.....I come at you.....firing a left jab and then a right cross toward your face....pushing forward, trying to bully you to a corner where I can quiet your movements and beat you down

MaggieMae: sliding back, as you keep coming...taking stock, you their that left jab out hitting it with my left and then I stop retreating. sliding in trying to get inside your reach and throw a counter straight right into your chin as I try to move my head out of the way of that right cross but it still catches me on the cheek as the crowd cheers another aggressive exchange!

Jean_Fitz: My left jab gets deflected, by your left, which cross over, batting my left away.....you come in hard, and counter with a hard straight right that punches into my chin, snapping my head back, and my right cross just misses most of you as it glances off your cheek....I bite down on my mouth guard, the expression on my face looking pained....yeah....that right straight of yours had some power....I stubbornly stand my ground and throw a left hook out, hoping to batter that side of your head, and then follow this up by dropping my right glove and trying to launch an uppercut towrds your solar plexus, knowing I need to land a significant blow to slow your movements down

MaggieMae: I land that right on your chin but it brings me into your range and you land a good combo. the hook to my ribs bringing a puff of air past my lips and into your face...then you're uppercut clips my elbow but still pushes up into my solar plexus bringing another grunt from my lips. I step into you closer trying to body you again reaching my arms out around yours for another clinch..."that all you got?" I grunt into your ear as we "hug" trying to keep rattling you with mind games as much as power punches...

Jean_Fitz: Immediately after my right uppercut clips your elbow and then smacks your midsection, you drive forward, the impact of your body driving me back into the ropes....your arms reaching out around my arms, trapping me....i try to push my right foot between your legs to try to disrupt your stance, and then twist my body, hoping to escape your clinch as you make me bear your weight ......"i know your game sister" I hiss in your ear....

MaggieMae: you show great Footwork there and use the ropes a bit to spin us around and press my body back against the ropes. arms jostling as Jim tries to get us to punch out. your words ringing in my ear. "nah, I'm the hot sister you can't handle" and I try to pepper your ribs with short lefts as we stay tight against each other.

Jean_Fitz: I grunt as you pepper my ribs with short lefts, and then with my right freed up, I place my right glove on your left breast and push away, stepping back and breaking the clinch.......with your back now on the ropes, I try a jab at your nose, then a big looping right hook towrds your temple......

MaggieMae: you keep me up against the ropes using your glove to flatten my little boob and set up that jab that flattens my nose! and then OOOOFFF you ROCK me with that right hook on the side of my head! sweat showering the canvas as my knees wobble and now I'm looking to clinch to steady myself as you finally start to get your power game going.

Jean_Fitz: I've now got you trapped into the ropes, and oh baby, that jab into your cute nose felt so good! And then that right hook rocks you, sweat spraying off your face in all directions....I can see your knees wobble....and I can feel a rush of adrenalin shoot through my veins.....you reach out to clinch, but this time I'm ready and step back, "not this time SISTER!" and with your arms open for the clinch.....I send a quick jab at your nose, then a right straight towards your solar plexus, twisting my arm to try to increase the power to drive you back to the ropes, and then dip my left shoulder to try to send a power uppercut towrds your chin....hoping to slam you hard.

MaggieMae: You thwart my attempt to clinch again snapping my head back with another good job to my nose. My instincts kicking in and bringing my gloves up, your right thumping into my body but i manage to deflect your uppercut. the force pushing my Golden Gloves up into my face as you start to sit on your punches. knowing this isn't a good place to be, I press my ass back a bit and throw a left jab right hook combo toward your head as I try to circle off the ropes and get you off me.

Jean_Fitz: I work you over with a jab to the nose and another body shot, but my uppercut gets deflected, and with my left out of place, you throw a left jab into my mouth, forcing me to bite down on my mouthguard, and then a right hook nails me in the side of the face, twisting my face to my right and disorienting me for a moment, as you twist around me and move off towards the center....and I'm left turning slowly, and then seeing you rapidly claim the ring centre, I take a deep breath, reset my guard and come forward, a little flat footed....

MaggieMae: your friends cheering you on "yeah jeeeean!" "You hurt her Jean!" and I learned a valuable lesson as I walked into a trap and you nearly dropped me! taking a few deep breaths, I can see you put a lot into that and your legs are still looking heavy. I snap out my left jab again trying to reestablish my range and gather myself as the third round winds down.

Jean_Fitz: The only problem with an adrenalin rush, is the adrenalin crash that follows. I had a big chance to knock you out, but you skillfully escaped my attack on the ropes and now my gloves are heavy, my legs are heavy and sluggish.....I come forward, blocking your jab.....and then DING! the round 3 ends.....and I drop my gloves to my sides, and move off to my corner to take some water and towel down.....I look across at you.....your trim, perky 23 year old body still looking ok......Then I roll my shoulders up and down to await round 4....

MaggieMae: The bell sounds and I move toward my corner frustrated that I let you get back in the fight but also relieved that I survived. You still looked tired at the end of that round I know I can wear you out and finish you off. So as the rest time Winds down I smack my gloves together and bounce on my toes a bit wanting to appear fresh and rejuvenated as the bell sounds to begin Round 4

Jean_Fitz: DING! The bell sounds and I come out flat footed, but still bobbing side to side to meet you in the ring centre......I test your reflexes by throwing out a jab towards you chin, and then try to circle to might right to look for openings in your guard.

MaggieMae: my legs feeling back under me after getting clipped last round. I keep moving as you look heavy. I snap a left job out and then another one into your gloves slip to my left and try to throw a quick right hook into your sternum before continuing to Circle away wanting to make those tired legs move even if the punches don't connect

Jean_Fitz: My jab falls short, then you snap out a jab and then another one into my gloves, keeping me busy upstairs, and then you slip left, and throw a right hook that catches me in the sternum, I gasp from the impact, and follow your movements as I try to circle with you…..still looking for an opening and a mistake…..I get impatient and so suddenly change directions and throw out a left hook, hoping to curve it around your right guard.

MaggieMae: I see your mouth open when my right connects with your sternum. I know that got you. But then you suddenly stop trying to Sweet look but I duck down let it Miss over top before digging a left hook to your body just under your rib cage and then trying to twist my shoulders and send a good right uppercut to your chin

Jean_Fitz: My left hook misses, as you weave under my arm, and as you come up, you dig a nasty left hook, under my rib cage, it sinks in hard, and I can feel my liver bounce......at first....for a moment it feels ok, but suddenly pain radiates out....nauseating pain and crippling pain.....my mouth opens....and I feel my knees buckling....but as they do....you launch a powerful right uppercut that connects under my chin, snapping my head back and launching my body backwards....everything goes dark as I land spread eagle on the canvass on my back in the center of the ring.....

MaggieMae: that uppercut lands and it feels smooth. A few of the girls watching gasp as your head snaps back your legs give out! Your butt hitting the canvas first we're back and finally your arms for all high above your head as your legs flop open spread eagle. Jim pushes me to my neutral Corner as I let out a primal scream and he drops down to a knee waving off the fight because it's clear you are knocked out cold!

Jean_Fitz: It takes several seconds......and some smelling salts to bring me around....one of the girls holding my legs up to bring more blood into my brain....I feel disoriented, and my right side near my liver aches, as you really drove that golden gloved fist up under my rib cage hard.....I moan a little....can't believe that some young chick I found on that dorky MeetFighters site so thoroughly beat me in a boxing match......ugggg......"Fuck shit!" I mutter.....as they wipe the drool off my chin.....

MaggieMae: as you're revived im in the corner chatting up with a few cute fighters while they help me out of my gloves. smiling as I look over and see you back awake, but still looking cutely disoriented as you try to make sense of the world from your back!