The art of Pugilism

  Roger Lewis

I pull up to the address that i was given, and I see your car in the driveway. I open my car door feeling confident after my long drive and I reflect on this match. I walk up to the door and as i arrive there is a note taped to it. "Finishing up some last-minute things. please come in and head down to the basement. There is a room set up for you to prepare." I open the door and head down into the basement and to my surprise there is a full ring as well as heavy bags and speed bags hanging from the ceiling. I go to the bench in my changing room and place my bag there It has my boxing gear in it along with a few other items, I strip off my jeans and sweatshirt standing naked in front of the mirror as i look myself over reflecting on all the hard work i put in. I then slip on my white Title trunks. I pull out my white 8 oz Venom gloves. I pull out my white mouth guard and finally my white mid-calf boxing boots. I look forward to staining my gloves and briefs with your sweat and blood. Looking forward to testing my skills against this long-time boxing legend.

I was new to the area and had joined the boxing gym a few months back. We had seen one another a few times nothing more than a slight acknowledgement in passing. I had heard you had been boxing for decades and were a crafty veteran of sorts. Still had never seen you spar. Training here and there and doing some bag work and cardio i had not really seen the boxer i had heard so much about. I had gotten into it with one of your friends at the gym one day and you had stepped between us, but i did not appreciate you stepping in and words were said and a bit of a confrontation then ensued between you and i and here we are. Not wanting to have a public altercation you had made this arrangement for us to settle things.

We both are quite competitive, and I know that she wants to see me unconscious at her feet as much as i want the same. There would be no sweeter sight than her laid out beneath me, ass up and face down. This match was overdue. I had wondered what all the hype was about for weeks. Today that question will be answered. I step from the changing room and make my way to the ring padding down on the balls of my feet. I slip between the ropes and make my way over to my corner. I start to shadow box once inside the ring and warm up. I feel the warm air of the basement start to coat my chest and abs with a sheen of sweat as I start to warm up standing 5'10 148lbs 29yo. I then look over towards the stairs and feel the goosebumps run down my spine. Its finally time, and I am going to beat you tonight the only question is how badly, I think to myself in my head as think about all the anticipation that has been building, my eyes now on the door as I try to relax....

Pauline

I hear you heading down to the basement, “What do think?” I ask the black cat that’s nudging my shins as I debate which pair of the trunks spread out on the bed to put on. On cue my familiar springs onto the bed purrs loudly and flops onto my red and white trunks, “You’re sure? Then get off so I can put them on. I take a last glance at my naked five-foot, four-inch, 143lb body in my full-length mirror resisting the temptation to ask it “Who is the fairest of them all?” Knowing that I won’t like the answer (probably Lauren, my some-time sparring partner that lives in the cottage nearby). I slide the satin shorts up my legs, enjoying the feel against my bare skin before settling them around my hips the white elasticated belt nestling just below my navel. Next my matching red boots. Then the awkward bit of taping my hands “A little help would be nice!”  I tell the cat who raises a quizzical eyebrow before extending a poor to show a lack of opposable thumbs with which to grip the tape. “Do it yourself Pauline then!” I huff before rather quickly and with almost mystical dexterity I secure my hands. My gloves are down by the ring already, so all I need to do now is slip on my robe and head down stairs

I walk into my basement gym the small but serviceable three rope ring dominating the space, some fitness equipment against one wall and a couple of chairs for my occasional visitors are dotted around as well. The concrete floor spotlessly clean, I smile and nod to my broom that is leaning casually in the corner next to a chair with my hat on it. The cat close to my heels I walk over to one corner where my cherry red 8oz Lonsdale gloves are patiently waiting for my hands. I fiddle in the pocket of my plain white robe and fish out my mouthpiece, “Nearly forgot why didn’t you say something?” I ask the cat “Miaow!” he turns his back and strolls of to a spot near the broom.  I slide my hands into my gloves struggling for a moment with the fastening before popping my mouthpiece in place and slipping through the ropes to await my opponent’s entrance

Roger Lewis

I look you over admiring your slightly smaller, fit yet firm frame. I look at your breasts sway and bounce freely as you warm up in your own prefight routine. Having to admit that they looked quite good if i was being honest. I see your round backside with your trunks hiding nothing as your glute's flair and your core seemingly tight as your firm but knowingly can take some punishment. My eyes focused on your body looking for weaknesses and looking forward to your absolute destruction. I will not lie to myself and say that the stories of your prowess are impressive. I plan to beat you, taking my time and ensuring when we are done you will know who the better boxer is between us here tonight. I watch as you look me over. We continue to drink one another in. I watch as your strong legs tighten as you come into range. I even see the slight definition in your arms and shoulders from your boxing training. Boxers have an amazing build and as you bend your arms I see the slight bump form from your biceps,’ you look in great shape

I move to mid ring making sure that I have a slight bend in my arms and my chest and abs are tight and on full display as I stand before you. I want you to see the difference that you are going to have to fight through. I want to get into your head the uphill battle you will be facing. as I step forward my eyes look directly into yours. I focus on sizing you up knowing everything I do about you but knowing my skill set. We both will be covered in sweat, blood, and bruises or worse by the time this is over. I plan to impose my will over you in every way before we are done. Nothing is quite as satisfying I move forward my chest flexed a bit "it’s time, you finally really to kiss the canvas Pauline, this is long overdue, and you are right it takes more than a pretty face though you won’t be pretty for too much longer." I confidently smirk as i glare into your eyes. I lean forward before I slip in my mouth guard. as i curl my lips around it showing it to you. Standing 5'10 148 lbs 29yo. I feel good right now but know that it will be a tough match, but it would be worth it to finally shut you up and the talk that you could outbox me..

Pauline

I watch as you slip into my ring, I had seen you before in the gym showing off to the younger girls training there.  Cute enough but a bit young and like most young men blessed with an over inflated sense of your own abilities. Muscles are all very well but I have personally felt the humiliation of being beaten around the ring by a fighter that had more resemblance to a beachball than Greek god know that skill, knowledge and a liberal dose of low cunning oft won the day. Just to prove my first impressions you speak out pours the usual mix of over confidence and braggartry. “HMMM!” I glance up at the ceiling beams then down to Salem who had turned his back lifted his tail to show what he thinks of your comment before gracefully and silently moving to a place ringside from where he can observe the goings on. “We will see,” I reply thinking how good you will look with a flat nose and a pair of swollen blackened eyes. “I have an automatic voice activated ring timer to keep time,” I glance down at the cat who languidly raises a paw “I really ought to put in a couple of dummy speakers to at least give the impression it is modern tech and not ancient arts involved. It will also count if either of us go to the floor some sort of clever sensors under the canvas I believe.” This last elicits an angry glare from Salem.

Preliminary chat over, I slip my own mouthpiece in place and step back toward my own corner “Ready to begin?” I decide not to wait for your response before asking for the opening bell !

“Ding !” a bell sound seems to come from every corner at once damn clever tech don't you think.

Round One

Roger Lewis

I move back my corner and take a few deep breaths as I wait for the bell and try to calm my nerves. I look at you your round orbs on full display and you hide nothing. this is a battle between two boxers male or female does not matter. We are both here to hurt and humiliate the other. And I plan on doing all of that and more to you. DING DING DING!!!!. My breath quickens as i ready myself for the bell. Sweat drips as I slowly pull my gloves up tuck my chin and bring my elbows in tight bending my knees slightly as the bell is seconds away. You hit the auto timer. it is As the bell rings i move out to meet you mid ring. My chin tucked elbows in tight and knees slightly bent in a classic orthodox stance. I peer at you over my gloves. My left out a bit in front of my right. My eyes already narrowed as my mood has changed. I need to dig deep this match and make her understand that there is only one true alpha in this ring, and it is me. I step forward as you step back looking to maintain the range as i pump out a double left jab of my own aimed for your nose and mouth and step into a right hook turning my hips and pivoting aiming my glove for your bottom rib on your left side and that soft spot between your hip and ribs. I want to target your softer areas and slow you down. I will need to, if I am going to beat you today. I feel the adrenaline kick in and admire your fit frame....

Pauline

At the bell I slip into my orthodox but slightly crouched stance as I move from my corner. Head and upper body shifting from side to side as try to make myself a more awkward target in order to work closer and evade your longer arms. Keeping my gloves high to protect my head and elbows tucked close to my breasts knowing what a sensitive and tempting target they have made for opponents in the past. “Paff!” your anticipated left jab meets my right glove as I parry and snap out a fast left jab of my own low towards your belly to test your reactions as I dip with my jab your second pings into the top of my head just enough to make me shift to my left slightly as I try to work in close. “Thwap” your quick right makes a slapping sound as it bangs into my pale body “Oof!” I grunt expecting you to jab and run to use your height and reach I am caught a little by surprise as you stay in close.  Saves me having to chase and I twist my hips to generate a little more power as I whip a left hook in towards your leanly muscled torso whilst keeping my right close to protect my head.

Roger Lewis

I feel my left extend a bit as you slip and block my glove with your guard, taking my first jab. Your left jab finds my body, not hard but you counter between blows. My second finds your forehead as we feel one another out early. As you take my right glove off your pale skin i feel the leather smack into your body forcing your tits to shudder on impact, my right tag your body as you moved into very good position and your left finds my body again as we work in close. Trying to limit your counter or so i thought as you pump your left hook into my ribs tagging my body and slapping your leather into my skin. I close up the gap in my guard quickly.. I scrunch my nose a bit as i feel the sting from your leather on my skin. I feel the thud of your mitt and grin a bit as i feel some of your added power, but my abs are still quite rigid. I move forward giving a bit of chase looking to draw you into a toe-to-toe battle to use my superior power and size. I slide step into a left hook aiming for the waistband of your trunk line, then send a right cross angling for the tip of your chin feeling some sweat roll down my chest over my abs. My eyes on yours looking for clues...

Pauline

Letting out a small grunt of satisfaction as I feel my glove dig into your body but still you opt to stay in close surrendering your reach advantage. I have to edge back and a little to my right to stop you just smothering anything I throw back. Again, there is a definite “Thwap!” of white leather on pale skin as you make use of your longer arms to sneak a left under my right elbow making me check my lateral movement and shift my weight back onto my left foot dipping my head in towards you and bobbing it to my left just in time mitigate the right hand that slips over my left. Your glove catches my right cheek a glancing blow as I throw my own left hand straighter trying to spear in at a just above the makers logo on your trunks. Forced into continue to my move left and cramped for space I try to follow up my left with a right uppercut to the underside of your ribs before I attempt to slip away to the side and gain some room to move.

Roger Lewis

You slide back slightly and my left glove smacks your pale whit skin under your right breast on your ribs. I hear the smack as it echoes in the ring. Your breasts shudder a bit as i connect. You shift your weight and dip your head just enough to avoid my right cross follow up. I feel my glove hit air and glance your cheek and over extend slightly as i was looking for some early damage and to make a bit of a statement that you would have to think about. Your left stabs out and tags my naval with a bit of a thud as you catch me a bit open. Some air forced past my lips as your leather smacks into the sweat coated skin. You dig a right uppercut into my ribs immediately following up as you use our close distance to take advantage inside. I step back and to my right to look to get to an optimal range for my reach. I pump out a double left jab aimed for your nose and right eye as i try to pump stiff left jabs into your face and batter your head a bit.....

Pauline

It’s   good, feeling of my gloves compressing against your body enhanced by the slightly wet sound of the red leather on your skin. I hear the slight hiss as you exhale and step back. I have to check my own movement eager to stay close enough to throw my punches. A little too pleased with myself my right glove is still a bit low as the postman comes knocking. White leather fills my vision as your left glove stabs into my nose and then smacks into my right eye I sway and skip left throwing a fast hook in at your body  with my left whilst I tuck my right arm in to my side and bring my glove up to cover my head as I seek to open the distance between us as my original plan of attack is thrown off course..

Roger Lewis

My left jab pumps into your face at range snapping your head back 2 times and letting my leather touch your nose and eye early in the match. You move left and as you do drag a left gook that tags my body with a smack of leather on skin as i look to keep pace and move with you. You reset your guard and look to create distance. Looking to be more at range than to stand toe to toe. Smart move with a larger male in the ring, but i do not plan to just let you stay comfortable. I move right looking to cut down the ring and cut you off a bit. I post a stiff left jab aimed for your nose again and then change levels as i bend my knees and dig a hard right hook aimed for your naval near the waistband of your trunks. Your heavy breasts sway as we move around the ring. Sweat starts to roll down my chest and over my abs as the action starts to heat up in round 1....

Pauline

Trying to keep my head on the move as I sway my body from side to side. I shift my weight to the right attempting to avoid you crowding me towards the corner looking to see if I can spot a decent opening and stray into range of your annoyingly long left arm. My head movement almost saves my nose from getting completely squished my left cheek bearing the brunt of the impact as white leather once more thumps into my face.  I shimmy back from the impact determined to get my nose out of the firing line for a change, moving just far enough to throw off the aim of your right fist which grazes the slight bulge of my belly leaving a slightly reddened trail on my skin but otherwise doing little damage. I see your right hand coming back to guard and quickly spear my left glove towards your nose looking for a little payback before planting my feet and pivoting my hips and launching a right hook of my own seeking to evade your guard and bury my glove under the side of your rib cage before I try to move further right and hopefully out of range. Almost unconsciously swiping my right glove across my top lip to check that my nose isn’t leaking yet.

Roger Lewis

Looking to work some early angles, my left glove pumps. You turn your head at the last moment and to pops into your left cheek snapping your head a bit and leaving a red mark on your pale skin. You back and turn looking to angle away from the ropes. My right glove scraping the soft underside of your bell with a glancing blow. Pulling my right glove back your left jab smacks into my nose before it can get back into place. My head snaps back as i feel the sting of your leather and the watering of my eyes a bit from the blow. It distracts me enough for your right glove to dig under left elbow and dig into my bottom rib. I grunt a bit as a bit of air passes my lips. You continue to move to your right and slip back out of counter range. I reset my guard and blink to clear my vision and step left looking to get back into the pocket. As i do i feint a left jab aimed for your right eye but instead bend my knees a bit and dig a hard right hook aimed for the waistband of your trunks just under your naval. I then turn my hips into a short crisp left hook aimed for your right eye. Turning my body into the punch and putting my weight behind it looking to answer your last combination and return the favour....

Pauline

“Keep moving your head dummy!” I tell myself in response to being caught with those nagging jabs. As I see your left move, I reverse my movement and shift my body and head to my left to slip the anticipated jab that doesn’t actually materialize. A little late I see your right shoulder dip but can’t get my arm into position quick enough to block the belly rippling right hand that digs into my beltline dangerously close to being low. It is my turn to let out a little gasp as the eight ounces of hard white leather dig sharply into my belly. Dipping forward as I bend slightly from the middle, involuntarily and partially deliberately, your following hook gives me a jarring clump to the side of my head. Needing to take stock and have a rethink I step in closer trying to dig a quick left then right into either side of your taller leaner body before pressing in even more tightly to try and grab you in a clinch whilst I settle myself again.

Roger Lewis

You bite on my left and it delays your reaction just enough for my right glove to dig into the softer portion of your body. Your bare breasts shudder as i tag you. Your body pitching forward just enough as you let out a huff of air for my left to tags your head and snap it to the side. Your hair whips behind your head. As you lean forward you dig your gloves into my sides just under my raise guard. not hitting to hard but hard enough for me to bring my elbows down and then feel your body me up pressing your soft breasts into my hard chest as you look to tie me up. I take it as a good sign that i tagged you clean that you were diving in looking for a bit of respite. My power nullified for the moment as i send some short right and left hooks aimed for your side but not able to generate much power from this tight range. I feel your hard nipples rake across my chest as we press into one another. My body coated in sweat and pressed hard into yours. I manage a deep breath as i glance up at the round timer.....

Pauline

Pressed in close I can feel your gloves swatting at my sides as my stiff nipples send tingles through my body as the rub across your sweat-streaked body. Oddly enjoying the close contact but trying not to be distracted, I know I can’t stay here for too long and press my head into your shoulder trying to force a space so that I can work a couple of short right hands into your belly right on the makers label of your trunks. I follow up trying to thud home my left to the underside of your right ribs again as I attempt to break away from the clinch I instigated.

  Roger Lewis

As we are in close i feel your hard nipples rake over my chest and skin. My member pressing against the fabric of my trunks as well as i take in your scent in close. My glove tagging your sides with little damage as your right glove does the same as we press in close. Your left digging into my ribs as we continue out in tight battle. Suddenly DING, DING, DING!!!! the bell rings and i let out a huff of air as we separate out faces still close together as our eyes meet and our warm breath mixes. I slide off you, the sweat from our bodies slicking our skin as we slide past one another as i head to my corner. I turn to see your round backside and topless frame heading across the ring as well. I sit on my stool and take in some water as i wipe down with a towel, knowing the first round was close but looking across at you for clues and openings. your round breasts accentuated by your clearly hard nipples.......

Pauline

Grateful for a break in the action I lean over the top rope catching my breath “What twit decide on not having at least one other person here to help between rounds?” I think as fumble with my mouth piece to and swig some water. I spit a stream of water into the conveniently placed earning a glare from the cat as he is unintentionally splashed. “Next time I do this I at least need to put a mirror somewhere nearby as well!” I touch my nose but can’t tell if the jabs that landed have made me look Rudolph the Reindeer or not. I push some stray hair off my face and give my sweaty body a quick wipe with the towel a time, ticks away towards round two. I can see the red blotches still almost glowing on my pale belly and know that tomorrow they will present as ugly bruises. “I really need to get a tan,” the thought enters my head “the marks wouldn’t show up so fast then!”  Wrinkling my nose, I take a deep breath push my mouth piece back in and turn back to look across the ring to see how my opponent is doing and “Thinking I bet he is wishing he had brought a mate to help between rounds!” I give a little hop from foot to foot to keep my legs loose and shake out my arms fully away of my boobs jiggling shamelessly in front of you. Then with a shrug of my shoulders I pat my gloves together and roll my neck ready to go again.

  Roger Lewis

I take in a few deep calming breaths as i look across at you towelling off. Your words echoing in my head. I lean back into the corner pad and drape my arms across the middle ropes on either side of me. I let my chest expand and open up, taking in deep breaths more to slow my breathing than any sort of fatigue. You were skilled for sure, but i also know that if i land one or 2 heavy punches at range you will be in a different place. I smirk at you from across the ring. You bare breasts slowly rising and falling. your legs coated with a sheen of sweat as well. i take one last sip of water and spit it into the bucket ringside. The 10 second buzzer sounds and i stand. I pull my gloves up and elbows in. i tuck my chin and then DING DING DING!!!! the second round begins as i move out to mid ring. Not as aggressive as i look to see what she comes out with.......

Round 2

Pauline

With a last tap of my gloves, I adopt my slightly crouching stance, gloves a little higher in anticipation of you coming at me with your immensely irritating long left jab. Shifting to the left then the right I try to draw you in. A little surprised you seem a tad reticent to rush in like you did in the first round. “Now what is he up to?” the little voice in my head asks as dance in ever closer but always wary of that jab that doesn’t come. Sliding my left foot forward I feint a left jab toward s your belly hoping to make you shift your guard slightly before I pivot my hips to fire a straight right towards the middle of your face before I try and dodge back and right behind  another more defensive left jab aimed high towards your face  more a keep of the grass punch that in an amateur fight would earn me a point but without any real intent on damage.

 Roger Lewis

I wanted to see what you would come with and was not disappointed. Your feint forces me to cheat my guard a bit lower and your right tags my nose snapping my head back stiffly. I feel the sting and my eyes water a bit. But as you back a bit and leave a trailing defensive left jab lingering. i knock it down with my lead left glove and look to clear a path of my own for a right cross aimed for your left eye. I follow stelling left and digging a right uppercut aimed for your lower belly just below your naval and above your waistband. You are a crafty veteran but i am younger, stronger and look to use that power advantage i have. Sweat already rolling down my chest and abs. I circle left and look to stay in the pocket and bait you into trading and exchanging......

Pauline

It feels good seeing my glove flatten your nose and jar your head back but I don’t have time to dwell on the success as my keep your distance jab is swatted aside followed a fraction later by your right fist snaking into the empty space to smack into my eye. I can almost feel it changing colour and starting to swell as I hastily retreat bobbing and swaying at the waist. I shift my guard to cover a fake left as my back brushes the ropes. Not a place I want to be as your right comes in from low, my movement enough to throw of your aim but I can’t stop it landing. “OWW!” I wince as my left boob takes a solid thump from below, “Ugh!” I think as my breast throbs with residual pain from the blow that has me momentarily backed to the ropes. Swaying left and twisting my waist I decide to try and fight off the ropes launching a hard left hook under your ribs and as I edge forward using the slight spring of the ropes I double up my right hook high first trying to nail you in the side of the jaw then dipping my body right to bang my glove in at your body before trying to slip away from the ropes to my right .

Roger Lewis

I look to edge you back into the ropes. The path cleared for my right as it smacks into your left eye. The redness almost shows immediately. You slide back as your bare back touches the ropes. You move your body to try to mitigate the right uppercut but it still lands with a thud on your softer flesh eliciting a grunt from your lips as it tags the underside of your left breast. You use the ropes on your back like a springboard. Your left hook slipping under my right elbow and tagging my abs forcing a bit of air from my lips. I lean forward ever so slightly. Your right glove tagging my jaw and snapping my head putting me on my back foot for just a moment. your double up lands on my body as you create just enough room to slide to your right and get off the ropes. I pivot and turn as you circle back out towards mid ring. I take in a deep breath as i look to reset. I step to you pumping a stiff left jab aimed for your nose. I then step left and drive a hard right hook aimed for your left eye again.....

Pauline

My right hand buys me enough space to get off the ropes. Moving mid ring I take a breath and a moment to shake out my arms before resetting my slightly crouched guard. Once again trying to keep my head a moving target as you look to close in again, I see your left move and think not falling for that feint again, I bring my left in closer to cover for an anticipated right. “Ungf!” white leather smacks firmly into my nose jarring my head I instinctively sway to my left away from your punch and your right smacks with a loud whump of leather on leather into my covering left glove which is in turn jammed back into my face but it has done its job protecting my eye. With the sound of the gloves meeting still in the air I fire back trying to catch you with your gloves out of position, I launch a straight right towards the middle of your face looking for instant payback as I can feel something wet and warm trickling onto my top lip and know that my leaky beak is doing its usual thing.  Keeping moving to my left I throw a sharp left hook again high towards your head as seek to slip away again  to take stock.

Roger Lewis

You expect a feint and it never comes as my left pounds your nose and snaps your head back. As i retract my left glove the stain of crimson on it as i see it leak from your nose. Your left glove however blocks my right as i drive it hard back into your face but no real damage done. You counter before my glove gets back to guard. Your right answering snapping my head back and drawing blood from my nose as well spattering it a bit on impact. My eyes water as the sting follows. Your left finding my right cheek under my eye snapping my head to the side. You slip away but i do not immediately follow. Instead i focus on blinking my eyes clear and touching my glove to my nose to see how bad the damage is and take a deeper breath through my mouth that i hope you do not notice.....

Pauline

My right fist gets through and I am rewarded by the sight of claret springing from your nose. As I step out, I see you check your nose and know I must have stung you. Taking a risk, I switch quickly to the front foot I slide to my left and flicker a left towards your face and step in a little closer. Keeping my eyes on yours as I follow my leading left with a shorter harder right, striving for a spot between your naval and the base of your sternum searching for the solar plexus whipping in a low left hook at your side trying to get under your ribs hopefully to snatch your breath away allow me to launch another attack to your head .

Roger Lewis

Trying to stay on the outside as i look to reset, you look to engage and pressure a bit. Your lead left jab i swat down with my left glove. Our eyes meet and engage, as your right glove follows and tags my upper abs with a smack of leather on skin and a thud. I feel you land solidly forcing some air past my lips. Your left then whips under my right elbow into my ribs as you work my body looking to steal my air. It is working as i feel my mouth open a bit and take in air around my mouthguard. I fire back a straight right aimed for your nose as i look to beat your left glove back to guard and whip a left cross of my own aimed for your right eye. My body coated in sweat and beads roll down and over my abs. Blood on my lip leaving a coppery taste.....

Pauline

Keeping my eyes on yours so as to disguise my intentions I can see the blood leaking from your nose and think, “Well at least we are even there.” and just as the thought goes through ,y head my own nose gets flattened by your quick right hand. Now I can taste blood in my mouth as the flow from my flattened beak increases. I blink and as my eyes flick open again your left smacks into my right cheek not quite flush on my eye but enough to add to the bruising that must already be visible. Committed to attacking I blink hard and send a left hook winging towards the side of your head before shifting my weight to drive my right low towards the label  on the belt of your trunks before pressing in almost planting my head on your chest trying to deny you room to punch as I follow my right with another left towards the base of your ribs, listening hard for the “Thwap!” of leather on sweaty skin hopefully followed by an audible out rushing of breath.

Roger Lewis

My straight right flattens your nose spatting a bit of blood on contact and staining my white leather mitts. your head snapping and as it turns back forward my left cross pounds your cheek snapping your head to the side. We are trading and it is an even back and forth exchange. Your cheek and eye reddened, you counter with your own left that pounds my right cheek and tosses my head to the side. Your right clears my elbows and pounds the waistband of my trunks as your glove thuds into my body forcing air past my lips. you step right in behind it and bury your head into my chest before landing a left into my ribs forcing more air from my body as you continue to pressure. I try to press into you but you are lower so i then step back and dig a right uppercut aimed for the underside of your lowered chin. The slapping a left hook aimed for your right eye as i look to catch you off balance......

Pauline

Pressed in close, the noise of my gloves pounding your sweat slicked body seems to sound even louder and gratifyingly followed by small but audible hisses of expelled breath.  I feel you press against me then suddenly you ease back making me dip forward slightly straight into your right glove that whips  between my arms to rock my head upwards and back as I pay the price for letting my concentration wander I step back a little stiff legged  trying to clear my head and tuck it behind my gloves  but not quick enough to completely block your left that almost slashes across my bruised and swelling right cheek. Inwardly cursing my carelessness, I shift quickly to my right and slightly further out snapping my left out fast, twice, low towards your belly then high towards your face as seek to open some space to regroup.

Roger Lewis

As i ease back you are leaning in just as i had hoped. My right slips between your heavy breasts on its way up to your chin. Snapping your head back nicely as you lean into the punch. My left glove comes across your cheek scraping your guard on its way to snapping your head to the side as the round final seconds tick down. Your cheek showing some signs of bruising and swelling. You slip to your right just before the final few seconds tick off the clock. Your left pumping low that i take off my guard drawing my guard lower. mmmmffff... My head snaps just as the bell rings DING DING DING!!!! Sweat sprays from my head along with a little crimson from my nose as i look into your eyes as my gloves drop at the end of round 2. I look into your eyes for a moment knowing that i thought this was going to be easier than it has been thus far. i head to my corner breathing a bit heavier than i would like wiping the sweat and blood from my nose.....

Pauline

As I go backwards my low left fails to land on anything as you follow me back but I am rewarded by your hands dropping slightly as my second jab homes in on your bloodied nose. I see your head jolt but the bell goes before I can follow up. As you stare at me, I wonder if I imagine a flicker of doubt behind them, you certainly don’t look so cocky as you did when you walked in.

Mind you I have a feeling I don’t look quite so good as when we started, even without a mirror I know my nose will be almost glowing red as well as leaking profusely, harder to gauge the damage to my left cheek but can tell it is swelling and so is the flesh around my eye. I need o be careful I feel I am edging the fight right now but if my eye closes, I will be in real trouble and once again I curse the stupidity of not having seconds. With gloves on the best I can do is wipe the blood and snot away from my nose. I touch the area around my eye and wince that last shot actually grazed the skin making it sting when I wipe away the sweat and try to asses the damage . Sucking in a deep breath and convinced I have done all I can to stem the flow from my nose I turn back to face the middle of the ring and lean on the padding looking down as my nose decides to drip another globule of claret down my cleavage to mix with the sweat forming a little river as it flows between my boobs. “UGH!” I lean off the pad and bang my gloves together trying to give the impression that I am much fresher than you think and eager to get at you again.

Roger Lewis

I move to my corner and feel the warm flow from my nose leak over my lips and drip down to my chest. Sweat pouring off my body as i reach my corner and try to stem the bleeding and calm my breathing. I lean into the corner pad as i look across at you. Your face looking like some damage is continuing to grow. Blood from your nose and swelling of your eye getting a bit worse. My face not too much better, but the thought of an easy knockout is fading and concern starts to enter my mind as we ready for round 3. I feel my shoulders burn and my biceps ache a bit as i drape my arme across the top ropes as i lean my back into the corner. Your chest splashes and specked with blood as it leaks down between your heavy breasts. I feel my stiff member pressing against the fabric of my trunks. My white gloves stained crimson from both your and my face. The 10 second buzzer sounds and i push off from the corner to stand on my own two feet. I pull my gloves up and hear DING DING DING!!!!! i move out from my corner a bit more flat footed as i look to meet you mid ring, my arrogant smile gone and my stern eyes weaken a bit as i come out looking for openings....

Round 3

Pauline

The buzzer and bell seem to come way to quickly, but with a shrug I slip into my stance and move out of the corner not quite as bouncy as before but still trying to keep my head and upper body on the move as I look to get in punching range.

You seem a little less eager to come at me this time, “Now is this a change of tactics or are you feeling the pace and not as comfortable as before?” I think as skip slightly to my right dipping a tad lower to spear a fast jab low towards the beltline of your stained and strained trunks. A shift of my feet to the left try to fool you into lowering your guard slightly by faking a low right hoping the movement of my arm and shoulder will throw you before I twist right and launch a stiff hard left towards your face , with luck I will nail your nose again but firing on the move is not a precise art.

Roger Lewis

You move out and you still have a bit of hop in your step as we engage mid ring. Your left glove shoots out low in a straight jab aimed for the label on my trunkline. I bring my elbows and arms down to meet your glove and block it. You then shift left as your gloves drop as if to tag my body again. But your right never comes as I was cheating my guard a bit lower. Your left shoots out with a stiff jab that tags my nose and blood spatters on impact as you snap my head back. My eyes water from the sting and can feel the buffing under my eyes frow a bit as the skin tightens. My mouth opens a bit to breath as I can’t breathe in through my nose. My vision still slightly blurred as i counter with a hard right hook aimed for your left eye. Grunting a bit with the effort and a bit of frustration. I then send a left cross aimed for your upper ribs near your right breast.....

Pauline

I feel the jolt of my left finding its target and freshening the flow of blood from your nose. I know I need to keep up the pressure before you get a second wind and I push forward into you dipping more at the waist ready to unload to your body. As I dip your right grazes my left glove and thumps into the side of my face a reminder of how dangerous you still are and not to get reckless. I wince a little from the blow to my head but go through with my plan and fire two sharp left hooks towards your body looking to pound the softer area between rib and hips before I step out again to open the range. “OOWW!” I let out a n involuntary yelp as your hard left tags my right boob as it sways at the wrong time into the path of your white glove and gets jammed back into my ribs. The sudden throbbing pain from having my nipple driven inwards forces me to retreat faster than I planned. Tucking my right arm closer to my chest to protect my right tit I look to open some distance between us, then my back brushes the ropes that seemed to sneak up on me from behind.

Roger Lewis

The coppery taste runs over my upper lip staining my white mouth guard as i feel my right hook graze your left glove before snapping your head to the side. You lower your body as you bend slightly and hammer my right side with 2 punishing left hooks in rapid succession that dig into my body but more importantly force air from my lips. I bend slightly as my left glove hammers your right tit hard forcing it against your ribcage. I see you wince as i feel the sweat drip from my body. You retreat a bit and i am forced to take in a deep breath around my mouthguard as the air passage through my nose is blocked. Your back scrapes the ropes and i try to cut the ring off stepping right. I pump a stiff left jab at your reddening beak. I then send a hard right hook aimed for your left eye. I am in a war right now with this older woman and its more than i planned for. Fatigue is starting to be a factor as i feel my chest working harder.....

 Pauline

Backed to the ropes, my right glove still low covering my sore breast it is the turn of my nose to suffer as white leather smacks into the middle of my face splattering my own blood on my lower face and to spatter my sweaty boobs with scarlet specks. My bare back scrapes along the ropes leaving red rash on my pale skin. Forced to try and escape to the left I throw another left hook towards at your redding body but am made to pay with another right smacking into my left eye, I screw my face up in pain as the already bruised and swelling flesh round my eye is unceremoniously squashed. I know I have to get off the ropes, throwing caution to the winds I sway my body sharply to the right looping my left high toward your temple and firing a short right to the base of your left ribs as I try to force you to step back far enough for me to slip off the ropes and away.

  Roger Lewis

My left taps your nose and forces blood from your nose to even the score. Blood spills over your lips and slashes onto your chest. Forcing you back onto the ropes you counter with a hard left into my body again tagging it with a thud as i bend slight and you force more air from my lungs. My right coming around and punishing your left eye as it continue to bruise, redden and swell. You now look to get off the ropes and your left comes high and i block it with my right glove but your right pounds my ribs on my left side and i bend and step back as you slip off the ropes. I am openly gasping for air as you do. I back off to mid ring as i lower my elbows a bit to cover my body. The redness is glowing on my side as my abs and ribs start to bruise....

Pauline

You back off as my gloves pound into your body drawing satisfying gasps as you are forced to expel air. I seize my opportunity to slip away to mid ring and regain my composure. I circle away keeping my distance dabbing my left glove at the damage around my eye trying to check for cuts before swiping under my nose with cuff in a vain attempt to clear the crap that is impeding my breathing. Rocking my shoulders and rolling my neck I get my gloves up as I circle right keeping you firmly in my line of sight. I Wonder that you haven’t chased me, “Is he playing possum trying to draw me into something stupid?” I think briefly before the rash half of my brain overrides my caution and I suddenly shift left darting low boobs swaying as twist and try to stab a low left into your beltline before following up with a and over hand right trying to slam my red glove into your chin.

Roger Lewis

I see you checking your face for damage, and then you wipe the crimson from your nose. I am more and more aware of my body as i look to protect it. You seem to be perplexed and i hope it buys me some time. You bend lower and your breasts dangle in front of you. My elbows cheating lower and for good reason as you make your way in, you stab at my abs with a low left and i take it off my guard. but as you change levels your overhand right tags my chin snapping my head to the side and putting me on my back foot. My head rattles a bit as you tag my chin clean. I move around the outside just within and at the edge of my range. My breathing laboured i am searching for answers and not finding any. I post my left glove out in front of me looking to hinder your vision, and then turn my hips int a hard right hook hoping power will be the answer as I drive it for your left brow looking to open a cut over your eye and hinder your vision....

 Pauline

My right lands with a satisfying thwap! As it jolts your head back setting you on your back foot. I press forward trying to make some capital from my heavy right. I swat away your almost lazy defensive left left as I move in closer bunching up my left fist to drive it in toward the centre of your body just as white leather slashes painfully into my left eyebrow. Blinking again I stay close suddenly aware of something trickling down the side of my face and knowing almost instantly that you have opened a cut by my eye. I have no time to worry about a cut and keep on the attack sending in another left hook and stepping in to try and rip a right uppercut up into your chin

Roger Lewis

You knock away my left but not an issue as it was to hinder your vision. My right turns as you step in and drives for your left eye with bad intentions. My right turns on impact looking to open up a cut over your brow and your left tags my body at the same time. I see your head snap but also grunt on impact. Bending slightly. As your head turns back to face me I see the cut over your left brow already leaking blood. You seem un-phased as you step in with your left. I manage to block it with my right arm but your uppercut to my chin snaps my head back. Blood, sweat and spittle spatter. I stagger back 2 steps and am about 2 steps from the ropes. I take a deep breath and step right pumping a double left jab aimed for your nose and puffing right eye as I glance at the round timer....

Pauline

You rock onto your heels as my right jams your head back and I go after you forced to block a jab at my nose before I launch one of my own towards the bloody mess in the middle of your face. “Ungg!”  white leather catches my right eye making me blink hard but I am committed to my attack, knowing this might be the best chance I have to knock some fight out of you. Sucking up the pain and shifting my weight, with blurry vision I fire in an overhand right trying to slam my glove into your chin again and force you back into the ropes whilst I bunch up my left to throw another left hook into your body.

  Roger Lewis

You block the initial jab for your nose and as my second fires off you pump your own stiff and hard at my bloody face. Your jab pounds my nose again continuing to make a mess of my nose snapping my head and spatting blood. It speckles across your tits as my left pound your swelling eye. But it is not an even trade. Your overhand right catches my chin snapping my head to the side and driving me into the ropes. As I hit them your left hook buries itself into my abs and doubles me over as I lean into you pinned between the ropes and your thick body DING DING DING!!! the bell rings and I am sandwiched between. My body pressing into your body leaning into it. Had it not been there I would have dropped to my knees. I am openly gasping for air as blood leaks from my nose onto your left shoulder. Your tits pressed against me and I can feel your stiff nipples against me and your thigh is pressed between mine as I feel my hard member against your muscular leg as you pin me to the ropes.

Pauline

You seem to sag against me and before I can continue my attack the bell rings echoing in the virtually silent basement gym. My thigh presses between yours and I can feel your excitement through the material of your blood-stained trunks. Mischievously I push my thigh in against you a bit more before easing away and heading to my corner to try and clean up my face blood starting to crust on my top lip and more trickling down the left side of my face from a cut near my eyebrow. “I must look like a Picasso or possibly a Jackson Pollock” I think as I lean over the corner to grab the already bloodstained towel to dab away what I can of the mess. Breathing slowly trying to control my racing heartbeat I turn around to look across the ring. It might be a coin toss as to who looks worse but I think I might just edge it, even from across the ring I can your nose is heavily bruised and rings starting to appear under both eyes. “He will look like a Panda in the morning!” I say to myself, “But then so will I!” Scanning down your body I can see some blotches where I my gloves have worked your body hopefully sapping your energy. As my eyes go lower across your trunks, I can see that you clearly still have some energy as the blood-stained material looks to be under some strain. Teasingly I give my tits a little hitch up with my gloves under them before rolling my neck and shaking out my arms ready as I can be for the next round.

Roger Lewis

I feel your thigh give a final push before our bodies peel away from one another. As you remove yourself I stumble almost falling. I walk alone the ropes letting them guide me to my corner. I douse my head with water as I hope to let it wake me and wash the blood away. My stained towel working hard to try to clean up my face but it just reveals the swelling as well as the damage to my nose. I wipe down my body bit i can feel and even see out of my eyes the rounded swelling forming under and around both eyes. My body dotted with red welts from your red gloves. I turn to face you and see your breasts sway as you get a look at my hard cock through my blood stained once white trunks. I lean back in the corner and drape my gloves across the top ropes on either side of me. I try to capture as much air as possible. My head fills with self-doubt for the first time in the match as I look at you. You are standing there and you still look strong. Somewhat damaged to your eye and nose but i am the worse of the two of us. The 10 second buzzer sounds way too early and i let my gloves fall from the ropes. My shoulders burn as I pull them up. DING DING DING! I move out toward the middle of the ring even more slow and cautious this round. My eyes peering over my gloves as i still taste my nose leaking over my upper lip, unable to stem the bleeding now....

Round 4

Pauline

Once again, the bell breaks the silence of the basement and bring up my gloves and move away from my corner my boots scuffing the surface as I move. For the first time you don’t try to get to the middle of the ring first but I am not stupid or maybe I am (The jury is still out!) so I slow my advance getting my head and upper body moving as cautiously close the distance. Your guard is high and I step up a gear moving a little quicker as I close, flickering out a left jab towards your face as stare at your eyes trying to gauge a reaction before turning my hips launch a right at your left side trying to snap it in under your protecting arms and force you onto the backfoot again.

  Roger Lewis

You seem to be moving slower as well, not sure if it’s on purpose or because fatigue is setting in for you as well. I find out soon enough as you start with head movement and then step in quickly. Your left jab pumps into my guard, my reaction a bit slower as my vision did not pick up the punch right away. But i manage to block it. Your right slides just under my left elbow and pounds my left side with a thud. There is an audible hiss from my lips as air rushes past them. I bend a bit feeling my once hard core starting to give way. My weight on my back foot as I don’t step but lean my body back. I then turn into a left cross aimed for your right eye, and dig a right hook for the waistband of your trunks. Not with the same speed or power as when we started the match but i am offering what i have. Sweat soaks my stained trunks as they cling to my hips and thighs. Breathing hard openly as I look to your body on display....

Pauline

I hear the hiss of expelled breath and know my right must have hurt I duck my head to stay close as you lean back and your left catches me a jarring blow on the side of my head it stings but at least I actually avoided blocking with my face again. Crowding in almost planting my forehead on your chest I drive a left in at your right side hoping for a further gasp of expelled breath. “OOFF!” it’s my breath that gets expelled as your right fist misses my hip bone to dig into my side. Feet planted I and head leaning in I keep in close forced to trade in close because I dare not risk trying to retreat wand allow you the luxury of catching me with your longer arms. Dipping my shoulder to the right I try to lift an uppercut into the under side of your ribs and pushing up tighter to you dig another left at right side almost like I am trying to just shove you backwards.

Roger Lewis

You duck your head just enough for my left glove to hit your head instead of your eye. It knocks your head to the side a bit but not with the intentions i had. You step in and look to plant your head into my chest. My right digs into your body just as your left hammers mine as we trade blow for blow. ooooommmff I grunt as your glove tags my right side. You continue to lean into me as you pressure. Your face pressed against my hard chest as sweat slides across it. your left glove digs into my body as you force me back a step. I try to bend my knees as i look to lower myself so our shoulders meet. I am bigger and stronger but your bodywork has taken its toll. I club a right hook aimed for the side of your face as i look to force you to back off. Looking for a reprieve. I then send a left hook aimed for your right eye....

Pauline

The lovely sound of leather thudding against wet skin is wasted in the empty basement, with no fans to enjoy it, as we trade body blows. Concentrating my efforts to break you down by tenderising your lean body comes at a price. I feel you move back and think I am winning the battle and try to slam another left under your rib cage and am caught as you suddenly find space and drive a hard right into the side of my face twisting my head from your chest. My hands are low I can’t react in time to block your left hook whips into my right eye. I wince and throw myself against you trying to grab and clinch, once more shoving my leading thigh against you as seek a moment to clear my head and vision

Roger Lewis

Stepping back i look for room and a reprieve. My left slaps you across the face landing on your cheek and slapping your skin. My right tags your left eye as i batter your head off my back foot. Your head snapping does not stop you from diving into me in a clinch and pressing me back into the ropes behind me forcing me to bend the cords. your lead thigh pressed between my legs as it presses against my hard member that is straining against the fabric of my stained trunks. Your breasts pressing against my chest as your hard nipples rake over my chest and skin. I feel my chest working hard as my mouth opens to take in deep gulps of air. I wince as i feel you pin me to the ropes. Blood from my nose leaking onto your shoulder as we wrestle with one another on the ropes. My power advantage gone as fatigue has set in.

Pauline

My eyes clearing as I lean and against grateful for a moments respite but knowing that I can’t afford to give you too much time to recover you might be tired but clearly still dangerous. “Dangerous in more ways than one” I think as my thigh makes contact with a slightly throbbing bulge in your trunks. Focusing my mind back on the job in hand I have to try and free myself from a clinch of my own making, that is the easy bit and make some space to strike without getting tagged again myself, not so bloody easy. Once again, I press my forehead into your chest and ease my self back slightly hoping you are slow to react. As I open a gap, I throw a sharp short or should that be short sharp right uppercut at the bottom of your ribs before stepping out further my head and body moving away from yours as I launch a left hook high towards your head before attempting to shift out of range of your counter.

Roger Lewis

I feel your body pressed against me and try to use the time to take in some much needed deep breaths. Your thigh distracting me just enough for your right hook to bury itself deep into my bruised body. I bend forward a bit as you slide back a bit more. Your left hook crashing into my right eye and forcing it to close a bit further. My head snaps and the skin around it tightens as you shift back. My back leans into the ropes as my head swims a bit. My gloves dropping slightly as that last hook tagged me clean. Sweat dripping as i use the ropes to try to get my feet back under me.

Pauline

My gloves both find their targets and I manage to step out without harm. As I re-fix my slightly blurry eyes on you, I realise that my last shot landed better than I could have hoped and you seem to be in a little difficulty still against the ropes. Arresting my rearward movement, I stamp forward again hastily closing the range snapping a quick left jab in at you seemingly unprotected nose. “I could pay dearly for this! He might be faking” flashes through my head as throw my weigh behind a right cross hoping to slam red leather into your jaw before you can get your hands back up to block or sway out of the way.

Roger Lewis

You step in and your left jab pounds my nose, crimson spills as you rock my head back and my head rolls backwards as I am on the ropes. Your right cross hammers my jaw and I am rattled. My arms reach out for you as I feel my knees buckle a bit and I look for you for support and reprieve. I wince as i lean my head into your shoulder. My gloves on your hips as I am dazed....

Pauline

You comeback at me off the ropes. At first, I am not sure if it is just the tension of the ropes or whether you are trying to force me back but as your gloves slide down onto my wide hips, I know it is an attempt to grab and hold. I slide my feet back slightly hoping to make you lean forward with your forehead sliding down from my shoulder towards my sweat and blood stained cleavage. As you hold onto me so I try to fire a left uppercut between our bodies  into your face as it comes forward and then try to slam a right hook around your grasping arms into your reddened left side

Roger Lewis

My arms reach out as my gloves grab for your hips. I lean into you looking to hold on and get a bit of a breaths and feel your skin against my face. You pull back and my face slides down your shoulder into your breasts and as it feels the soft flesh against my cheeks. your left uppercut rattles my chin snapping my head back. Sweat and blood spatter as you rattle my head. Your right hook lands on my left bicep but i Hit the ropes and turtle up as i catch a glimpse of the round timer. My gloves up under my chin and my elbows in at my sides as i look at you through swollen eyes......

Pauline

I manage to stop you tying me up and you move back into the ropes literally going into your shell. I can tell you are hurt and I want to try and finish you off. Sucking in air and with my arms starting to feel heavy keep on you trying to batter my way past your covering arms. Driving a left hook low trying to feed my red glove past your protective right elbow before trying to lift a right uppercut through your arms into your face and a final left hook hammering at the glove protecting your head trying to drive you to the floor

 Roger Lewis

My back leans my weight into the ropes as i use them to carry my weight. Your left glove digs for my body. My right elbow taking the brunt of it as you look to try to finish me. My senses heightened as the last bit of adrenaline hits. Your right uppercut hits my turtle shell of my forearms but drives me back into the ropes as you put your legs and hips into it. Your left hook catches a piece of my right glove before tagging my right eye snapping my Head to the side just as the bell rings. DING! DING! DING! Just after the bell rings i drop to a knee. My left glove touches the canvas as i look up at your hips and your tight trunks that hide nothing as i can see the damp darker spot of fabric showing your arousal. Speckled with blood as is your skin around you midsection. Your heaving breasts rising and falling as my glance reaches your face....

Pauline

As the bell rings I step back pulling another attempted right uppercut. I drop my hands to ease the tension in my muscles and start to turn just as you sag to one knee. "HMMPH!" I sigh as I make my way to my corner leaving you to get yourself up if you can. Reaching my corner, I turn my back to the padding after retrieving my rather grubby towel to dab at the blood leaking from the nick over my left eye. I am breathing hard my boobs wobbling as my chest rises and falls with each heavy breath all the time I watch to see if you will get up an return to your own corner or signal your surrender from where you kneel.

Roger Lewis

I watch as you turn to walk away, your hips sway as your backside fills out your trunks. I stay on my knees for a moment as i watch you turn to look me over. Wondering if i am going to be able to stand. I force my way up and use the ropes to steady myself as i use them to guide me to my corner. Blood leaking from my nose and my eyes continuing to swell impairing my vision. I wipe down with my blood stained towel and take in come water as i lean into my corner pad facing you. My body starting to bruise as the redness turns a purplish hue. My gloves and arms drape over the top ropes on either side of me as i openly gasp for air. I wince as i look at you knowing that round 5 may be the finale....

Pauline

I watch you make your way to the corner a little annoyed that you didn’t quit. I am feeling the pace and my age and wonder what I have to do to put you down for good. I need to concentrate I might have the upper hand but things can change quickly if I get careless. Forcing myself to refocus I shake out my arms and roll my neck, jigging from foot to foot making my boobs bounce even more before banging my gloves together loudly a couple of times in anticipation of the bell.

Roger Lewis

You bounce from foot to foot as your breasts sway and bounce. Your older frame forcing my arousal as you put it on display. I feel my member press into the fabric of my trunks as i hear the 10 second buzzer. i let my gloves drop from the ropes and strain to pull them into guard as i await the bell. Getting my gloves up just in time DING DING DING!!!!! Flat footed i move out of the corner slowly and moving to my left a bit as i peer at you through swollen eyes and hindered vision just over my gloves. I pull my elbows in tight to my sides as i look at you closely for reactions and openings....

Round 5

Pauline

The bell rings I give my gloves a final bump before raising my hounds and dropping into my slightly crouched left foot forward stance. I edge forward quite cautiously my eyes fixed on yours as you step out of the corner looking flat footed but with your guard still tight. “Is he playing mind games? Was the trip to the canvas some sort of cunning plan,” these thoughts flash through my mind as I look to close the distance once more. Forcing myself, despite my tiredness to keep my upper body on the move ready to try and dodge should you be up to something. Another sharp intake of breath narrowing my eyes, if that is actually noticeable with the swelling and damage done by those white mitts. I feint a left jab towards your swollen and Rudolph like nose (I know a bloke in a red suit that can you some seasonal work) hoping you take the bait I dip lower to actually try and spear my left hard into the centre of your belly before slipping in a little closer and trying to repeat my previous success with a right uppercut whipped in towards your chin with as much power as I can still muster.

Roger Lewis

You move out and seem to be cautious. I am hurting and breathing hard, still not believing my condition against this older female boxer. My eyes strain as I peer over my gloves at you. You are still moving well even here in round 5. I see you take in a deep breath as your chest expands. Your left glove shoots out and my reactions are a bit slowed. My right glove moves to block, but even with my delayed reaction, it’s a feint. My nose is so damaged I am timid to shots coming for it. Your left then stabs at my lower abs where you have worked all fight. your left glove driving into the bruised skin and penetrating a bit. i bend slightly and you slide in even closer, my left glove coming inside as your right uppercut drives for my chin. Your right glove catches part of my stained white mitt before connecting with my chin off the deflection. Some steam taken off your uppercut but it still snaps my head back and puts me on my heels. I am on my back foot and struggling to keep my balance. I hit the ropes behind me but my guard is loose and faltering...

Pauline

I resist a smile as you fall for the feint, it might be wishful thinking but it seems like my glove has sunk in just a little deeper this time and I think I see a flicker of pain behind your puffy eyes. My right glove partially blocked brings even greater reward as your head jolts back and you seem to stumble back towards the ropes. I can see you struggling to keep your guard in place but know if our roles were reversed you would press home your attack. So, banishing any compassionate thoughts to the furthest recesses of my mind, I feed on your previous bravado and arrogance.  Launching a stiff straight left towards your nose again I close the gap again almost as if I am trying to drive you through the ropes. Bending a little to my left and pivoting slightly on my lead foot I fire in a right cross trying to smash it into the side of your jaw before you can get your defence fully sorted. Finally, as if I had rehearsed this combination on the heavy bag, I twist my hips back to the right aiming my left glove at your belly trying to drive the red leather up under your ribs to disrupt your diaphragm and steal your breath away before you can recover.

Roger Lewis

Your left splits my loose guard and there is a crack when you hit my nose this time. My head snaps as blood spatters and openly flows down over my lips onto my chest. Your right cross meets no resistance as you hammer my jaw snapping my head to the side. Your left glove punishes my body and steals what air i have left as i bend forward and lean into you. My gloves rest on your hips and my chin on your shoulder. I am panting and blood runs from my nose over your shoulder and drips down your skin over your breasts. I moan a bit as i press my body into yours on rubbery legs you are the only thing keeping me on my feet.....

Pauline

Your defence in tatter it seems will power alone is stopping you from hitting the deck, well will power and the fact you are just leaning on me and holding on. I dig my feet into the canvas and shove back my thigh again rubbing against the only part of your body that hasn’t gone limp. I push back hard trying to get you off me. Your gloves on my hips seemingly posing no threat but hampering my movement and making it hard for me to land a decent strike as best I can I thud short blows first into your ribs then switching up to club your head before going low again into your body.

Roger Lewis

I lean into you and you shove me back. Your thigh pressed against my trunks and i feel it force me to swell even more. Your short punches are not able to gain much power or momentum, but they still work my body and force me back into the ropes and guide me towards the corner. You land a few short hooks to my already broken face as i now lean back into the ropes as my gloves slide off your hips dropping.....

Pauline

I manage to work you back to the ropes and your hands fall away from my hips. I shove my right forearm across your chest and push hard as I step back to make some room to punch. Another shove with my right arm then I shift back, keeping my right glove on your chest as I try to slam my left into your belly targeting the makers label on your belt swinging it in twice hoping to suck away your last reserves of breath

Roger Lewis

You bully me back into the ropes and push out with your right arm and glove across my chest and you press me back to create room. You hold your right glove against my chest and then drive your left glove hard into my lower abs just at the waistband of my trunks. You target the label on my trunks and you hammer in 1.....2.... hard lefts driving in and driving air from my lips as your glove digs into my once hard abs that have been beaten away. I bend slightly but your right glove and stiff arm presses into my chest pinning me against the ropes.....

Pauline

With you trapped and bloody on the ropes I pull my right hand away to leave you sagging against the straining strands. I almost just step away but I manage to overcome this rare flash of compassion, as, somehow you still you manage to remain on your feet. Sticking my left into your face more of a push then a punch I try to tee up your head for my right. Stamping my left forward and turning sharply at the hip to get as much energy as I can still muster. I launch a scything right hook towards your jaw hoping to send you slipping sideways down the ropes to the floor.

Roger Lewis

You move your right glove from my chest, My gloves nowhere to be found. Your left glove presses into my face, not in a punch but more of a push as you position it for your right that drives forward and lands violently into my jaw, turning off a light switch as my eyes close and my knees buckle as i fall in a heap to the canvas hitting hard like a sack. I am out cold before i hit the canvas as i lay there on my side.....

Pauline

 You crumple to the floor, looking almost peaceful a little puddle of claret forming from your battered nose on my canvas “That is going to stain!” I think. I step further back, I can see that you are out but feel that tradition dictates I at least make a count “One,,,! Two…! Thwee!” I lisp through my mouthpiece that I have retained just in case you manage to rise. “Fwor,,!” I can see no signs of movement other than the rise and fall of your chest but I continue anyway.

Roger Lewis

My face numb as is my body. Blood pooling around my face from my nose and my battered body remains all but motionless with the exception of my breathing. You start the count and all i hear is a feint mumble in the background. Sweat rolling off my body as i am still out cold. humbled and beaten in a boxing match by an older woman....

Pauline

I finish the count before striking a quick victory pose over your prostrate body before yanking off my gloves to try and revive you much to the annoyance of the cat who is quite enjoying licking the blood of the canvas.

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