The art of Pugilism

Roger_Lewis: I pull up to the gym address, and it is only me here right now. I open my door feeling refreshed and confident after my long drive and i reflect on this match. I turn the lights on and see the lone ring with all of the boxing gym equipment baren. I head to the men's locker room I go to the bench and place my bag there. It has my boxing gear in it along with a few other items, I strip off my shorts and T shirt 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 CK boxer briefs, and then my white everlast trunks. I slide on my pony white midcalf boxing shoes. Then I pull out my white 8 oz Cleto Reyes gloves. We will be using smaller gloves with less padding to ensure we have a true knockout. I look forward to staining my gloves and briefs with your sweat and blood. Looking forward to testing my skills against this new rival, yet we had never faced.... MTC

Roger_Lewis: Almost 12 and a half years to the day I had started my young boxing career. We were both young when we started but had gotten into the game for different reasons. I was a young chubby kid getting picked on daily by school bullies and such. My parents had had enough and wanted me to be able to get in shape and defend myself. Thus my boxing training began, in time i was able to both get and stay in shape and defend myself. But then in the years to come it became more. Lindsey has set us up, you were somewhat new to the gym and this world we have come to love. We had never fought his would be the first time that our paths crossed. Standing 5'10 148lbs for todays match. This new gym has pitted us against one another in a lightweight contenders match. And i am not about to let you steal my thunder in the gym....MTC

Roger_Lewis: 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 face down. This match was going to be a statement for one of us. For weeks the questions amongst the gym was about who would beat who and how would the fight go. Today that question will be answered. I step from the locker 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 gym start to coat my chest and abs with a sheen of sweat as I start to envision your destruction in every way. I then look over towards the ladies locker room 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....

Nasyarina: I entered the gym and shut the door behind me, the thud echoing slightly through the space. My footsteps moved slowly across the floor as I took in the surroundings, a single ring in the center, walls lined with equipment. I reached into the back pocket of my jeans, pulled out my phone, and turned it on. Lindsey’s message was still at the top, the gym’s address, a short line confirming the match, and nothing more. I stood there for a moment, looking at the screen before lowering it and glancing around the space again to be sure this was the right place. The sound of movement drifted from the men’s locker room, not loud, but enough to tell me someone else was here. I assumed it had to be him, the opponent Lindsey had arranged for me. I glanced around for her presence, just in case she had stayed behind or was watching nearby, but the gym was quiet. No sign of her anywhere. With no one else around, I headed toward the women’s locker room and pushed the door open, stepping inside without slowing down. Inside, I tossed my duffel bag onto the nearest bench. I began to undress, taking off my t-shirt, jeans and shoes, one at a time and folding them neatly beside the bag. Once bare, I stood for a moment in the center of the room, letting the cool air brush against my skin as I looked around the space. I turned toward the mirror across from me, catching my full reflection, naked. I lifted my hand and slid a few strands of hair behind my ear, watching the small movement without emotion. My eyes stayed on myself, and I didn’t move to dress right away. I knew what I was here for, but something in me still paused. The challenge Lindsey sent me wasn’t unclear. Roger was waiting in the ring, and I was supposed to give him a fight. But I still wasn’t sure if I should’ve agreed to this. I didn’t know much about him. Only that he had experience. (MTC)

Nasyarina: This was going to be my first boxing match. All this time I had avoided it, always feeling more at home in grappling, jiu-jitsu, pro wrestling, or MMA. I never liked the rigid stance work, the glove restrictions, or the way it forced you into a narrow set of options. But somehow, Lindsey had talked me into it, and not just training. She set me up for a full match with Roger, someone I barely knew. I opened my duffel bag and stared at the contents she had packed for me, unsure if I should laugh or be concerned. The gloves were first. No brand, just black padding stitched in a shape that looked passable. I picked one up, turned it in my hands, and pressed my thumb into the knuckle area. The padding felt soft, maybe too soft, but I didn’t know how much cushion was normal for boxing anyway, so I forced myself not to think about it. I set them aside and pulled out the top Lindsey included, a black sports bra. I slipped it on slowly, letting it press tight across my chest. The material was smooth, and it carried that faint scent of plastic packaging, like it had just been unsealed this morning. It clung snug against my skin. (MTC)

Nasyarina: Then came the bottom piece. I held up the black thong with two fingers, narrowing my eyes slightly at the thin straps and minimal coverage. In the mirror, I looked down at my groin, silently thankful I had kept myself trimmed as part of habit. No hair showing, no need to fix anything. I slid the thong on carefully, adjusting the front to cover myself, then slowly guided the straps over my hips. The back piece settled between my ass cheeks and pinched lightly with every step, but I didn’t bother adjusting again. I bent forward slightly and spread my right leg, then my left, rolling my hips once to let the fabric shift naturally into place. At the bottom of the bag was a pair of boxing shoes, unbranded like the gloves, black, mid ankle cut with a snug tongue. I slipped my feet into them, tying them tight, then reached for my hair. I pulled it all back and gathered it in my hands, twisting and lifting it into a high ponytail before tying it down firmly. I finally reached for the gloves again. Slipped my hands in. The fit was better than I expected, closing around my fingers and wrist with just enough give to feel secure. I pressed my fists together, feeling the surface connect. Good enough. I raised my right hand and turned off the locker room lights with the back of the glove. Then I stepped toward the hallway and pushed open the door, my feet carrying me slowly toward the ring. (MTC)

Nasyarina: I spotted you already inside the ring, pacing lightly near your corner, and for a few seconds, I just watched you from the floor. So you’re Roger? The one Lindsey paired me with? You looked a bit bigger than I expected, not overly wide, but your frame was clearly built for this. I’ve fought guys your size before, in both wrestling and MMA, and I’ve done decently enough. Still, I knew how quickly things could go wrong if I let size fool me. At least you looked good. Your body was sculpted right, and the lights above caught the sweat already building across your chest and abs. I noticed, even if I pretended not to. Yummy... Anyways, It didn’t change what I came here to do, but it did make you easier to look at. I reached the ring apron and leaned forward, trying to grab the bottom rope, only for my glove to slip uselessly off the cord. I clicked my tongue and tried again. Screw these gloves. I wasn’t used to boxing gear, and the lack of grip was already annoying. Still, I got a hold of it on the second try and climbed up between the ropes, sliding in through the top and middle strands. Once inside, my steps carried me across to the opposite corner. My eyes stayed on you, not giving much away, just keeping steady as I moved to where I’d be starting. I raised my arms and stretched, rolling my shoulders back and arching slightly to loosen the tightness in my spine. Then I looked at you and spoke for the first time. “So” I called across the ring, keeping my tone even. “I take it Lindsey told you about me?” I leaned back against the turnbuckles, arms resting on the ropes, but my focus fixed directly on you.

Roger_Lewis: I hear the door open and see you emerge from the women's locker room. I look you over admiring your slightly shorter, fit yet firm frame. l watch as your breasts sway and bounce in your sports bra as you warm up in your own pre fight routine. I see your round backside with your black thong hiding nothing as your glute's flair and your core seemingly tight as your core tight but knowingly can take some punishment. It is buried deep between you thighs and between your round ass cheeks flashing your fitness. 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 you learn a lesson 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. " and you must be Nasyarina, i have heard much about you" I look at you with a confident stare my mind racing knowing that we were selected for a reason for tonight's match. I can see you already working things out in your head and trying to form a strategy. The nerves and prefight jitters rumble in my stomach as our eyes meet for the first time.... MTC

Roger_Lewis: 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. Standing 5'10 148lbs, just below the lightweight limit. 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 "its time" 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 as my lips curl a grin. As i hear something from the back of the gym and suddenly see Lindsey's silhouette appear from the shadows. ... YT (Lindsey)

Lindsey_Davis: I watch from the darkness as the 2 pugilists enter the battle arena. My eyes on the matchup i had created in hopes of introducing Nasyarina to the world of pugilism. Her attire was a perfect fit, and Roger left nothing to be desired as well. I walked to the ring and stood outside carrying a bag of my own for Nasyarina to use for her post match stakes should she be able to knock Roger out. I step up and slip between the ropes in my black compression shorts and navy blue sports bra. My black chuck Taylors accent my look as i smirk at Roger and move to the opposite corner with my protege. I stand behind her rubbing her shoulders and admiring her physique and attributes that contrast her opponents so well. Classic dynamic of speed vs power, size vs stamina. I then walk her to mid ring to meet her opponent/victim. YT (Nasyarina)

Nasyarina: I stretched one arm across my chest, first the left, then the right, taking my time as I looked over at you and offered a small smile in response to your words. Your stare didn’t waver, and I could feel your eyes scanning my frame. I saw the way you drank it all in, and even though I pretended not to care, the warmth in my cheeks gave away more than I wanted. I started to hop lightly on my feet, letting my body shake out some of the nerves building in my chest. This was really happening. My first boxing match, not just a spar. From the corner of my eye, a figure stepped out of the shadows. My heart skipped slightly when I saw who it was. Lindsey. Dressed in black compression shorts and a navy blue sports bra, her walk had that same confidence she carried even the first time we met. What caught my eye more was the bag she carried, but I didn’t ask. Whatever she packed, it wasn’t my concern right now. She slipped into the ring with ease, throwing a glance toward you first before heading my way. Her hand came up behind me and began rubbing my shoulders slowly, and that alone took some of the tightness out of my back. My head turned slightly toward her and I gave her a small nod of thanks. She then gestured me forward, walking me to the center with her steps just behind mine. I moved in closer to you, stopping a few feet away. This was the closest we’d been yet, and now I could see everything with more clarity. Your body was built tight, muscled arms, toned chest and abs, flexing with each breath. (MTC)

Nasyarina: I stood at 5’4 and 121 pounds, noticeably smaller next to you, but that didn’t mean much to me. I am not here to overpower you, instead, i try my best to outspeed you, and if possible, embarrass you... As I focused on your mouth, I noticed the way your hand moved, slipping something in, a mouth guard. My eyes widened slightly as I realized I had forgotten mine. I turned quickly toward Lindsey, leaning back just enough to whisper. “You have a spare?” Without a word, she reached into her bag and handed me a clear mouth guard. I blew lightly on it, brushing a little dust off with the back of my glove before pushing it into my mouth. I bit down and returned my gaze to you, my eyes settling into yours with Lindsey still at my side.

Roger_Lewis: I watch as your face curls a confident grin. You stand chest to chest with me. "oh there is a reason she put us together for sure. I am going to make quick work of you tonight. A statement will be made for the federation and for you." I smile with a confident grin as i look down at you looking to accentuate my larger size. We both know that this anticipation has been building. After you slide your mouth guard in and ensure it is seated properly, My glove pops into yours in a show of sportsmanship. We both respected the game and one another as boxers above all else. No matter what i had thought of you and planned to do to you in the ring. you were still a boxer.....a pugilist. Your glove pops into each other as your breasts sway and hang perfectly. " going to be long night for you, you bit off more than you can chew" I look to Lindsey and await her to go over the rules and stipulations for the match. We had both been informed ahead of time but it was customary. YT (Lindsey)

Lindsey_Davis: " tonight you will be boxing 10 rounds 3 minutes each. I will be cornering Nasyarina for the duration. Regulation boxing rules will apply. No low blows, kicking or biting. Should the match go the full 10 rounds i will be scoring each round on a 10 point must scoring system and will announce the scores between each round. during a knockdown the up boxer will go to a neutral corner and count the downed boxer out or until he or she gets up. There is no three knockdown rule and no standing 8 count. Boxer can only be saved by the bell in the last round. Any questions?" YT (Nasyarina)

Nasyarina: I listened quietly as Lindsey laid out the rules for the match. This wasn’t the kind of fight I was used to, no grappling, submissions, takedowns to rely on but just gloves. I nodded every now and then while she spoke, though my eyes never left you. My focus stayed locked, studying your expression, your breathing and your stance. When she finished, I shook my head at her final question. I understood everything that mattered. I rolled my shoulders once and loosened my arms, letting the tension slide out of them. My fingers flexed inside the gloves, testing the feel again. These were going to be my weapons tonight. Boxing still wasn’t something I loved, but standing here in front of you, I could already feel that itch to fight growing stronger. Part of me wondered how long it would take before your composure cracked before I saw your face marked, your lip split, your body beaten under my fists. The thought alone made me bite down lightly on the mouth guard as my breathing calmed, waiting for the bell, or a signal to start pounding your face into a bloody pulp.

Roger_Lewis: I nod along and listen to Lindsey but our gaze never breaks. I can see you working things out in your head and can see your body and muscles tense a bit as the final seconds count down before the bell. This is finally a reality and we are here to compete but both of us want to impose our will over the other. 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 body on full display and you hide nothing. This is a battle between to 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. 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. DIIINNGGG!!!!..MTC

Roger_Lewis: 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. ...

Roger_Lewis: R1 2:50

Nasyarina: I returned to my corner after Lindsey laid out the rules, leaning against the post with my gloves resting high and my eyes locked across the ring. I took a few breaths as I listened for the bell, keeping my stance firm and my thoughts focused. The moment the sound cracked through the air, I pushed forward, stepping lightly off the ropes and moving toward you with my chin tucked, arms high, and weight centered. My posture mirrored yours, knees bent, gloves raised, the textbook stance drilled into me for this moment. I kept some distance at first, watching the way your body shifted. You were already in motion, and I saw the way your eyes sharpened as you closed in. Before I could adjust, your glove snapped out twice. The first jab struck my nose clean, the second skimmed across my lips, forcing me to take a quick step back. That move saved me as your right hook cut across the space I’d just left, aimed low and targeting my ribs. It missed, but not by much. I felt the wind of it close against my side, and I knew you were already working to slow me down. The sting across my nose faded quickly, replaced by the rush of adrenaline moving through my chest. I felt the urge to strike back, my foot lifting out of habit as if to throw a kick, but I caught myself and turned it into a step. I shifted right, using the movement to create an angle before attempting to snap out my own left jab straight toward your face. As my glove extended, I followed it with a right hook aimed for the side of your jaw, using my hips and shoulder to drive it in the same way you had moments ago.

Roger_Lewis: I feel my left extend a bit as you step in and it tags your nose clean and flush. Not hard but a stiff jab that welcomes you to the boxing ring. My second finds your lisp as well as we feel one another out early. My jabs for thrown with a purpose. More to find range than to do damage and also test your reflexes for timing. As you step back in a bit you let my right miss your core missing your body but you ramped up the distance between us to eat up the power. A slight grunt escapes my lips as I miss the harder thrown punch. I see you chamber a counter as i smirk inwardly but i leave my right out there a bit longer than i should have and it leaves me a bit open. Trying to limit your counter or so i thought as you send your left jab into my cheek tagging it flush as you send me a warning early that you can box and that I am in for a night. But I manage to take your right glove in stride off my left. Was not a hard shot but one that was meant to send a message. I close up the gap in my guard quickly. You flash your speed. Something you seemed to have maintained. I scrunch up my nose a bit feeling your leather on my skin. 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. Wanting to send a message of my own now. I slide step into a left hook aiming for the waistband of your thong 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...

Roger_Lewis: R1 2:30

Nasyarina: My jab landed just the way I hoped, snapping into your cheek with a clean contact. I felt the soft impact rebound through my glove before I pulled it back. You blocked my followup well, covering yourself with your left arm and shutting down the right hook I sent toward your face. I pulled that hand back fast and didn’t stay in place. I had no plans to stand still for you. If I was going to survive in this ring, I had to keep moving. I circled left, eyes still locked on yours, body shifting with each step to stay unpredictable. You went for a slide step, just like I expected. I had read the motion early and adjusted my footing. Your hook aimed low, right for the waistband of my thong, but I shifted my hips back in time to avoid it. The glove missed just barely. Your right hand came next, cutting high toward my chin. I raised my arms and caught the punch on my forearm. The glove bounced off, forceful but stopped. If I hadn’t gotten my guard up in time, you would’ve caught me clean. I moved again, letting my feet glide across the canvas as I looked for a better angle. Then I spotted it. I stepped in quick and fired a right hook at your stomach, testing your body. I bent down slightly as I moved closer and drove a straight jab into your midsection. I wanted to make you feel it. If your guard dropped even a little, I’d take advantage of it next.

Nasyarina: R1 2:20

Roger_Lewis: Your footwork was impressive, your MMA experience was not failing you here. Your were constantly looking for angles and openings to exploit. You read my attack before it came and your hips moved back and let my left glove whiff in front of you my leather barely touching your toned abs on the way past. Your arms and gloves come up and in tight as you block my right with your guard and it holds strong. I threw with some weight and power this time so your defense was stronger than i had expected. Your feet glide along the canvas as you look for your counter. You step in and your right hook slips just under my left elbow and tags my body with a smack of leather on skin and a thud as it connects. I tighten my guard as your left follows. It bounces off my forearms as i cheat my guard a bit lower. My right counters looking to drive for your left eye before your left can get back to guard with a straight right. I then send a left cross aimed for your nose hoping to do some early damage to the smaller female pugilist. "Come on Nasyarina, Trade with me" I smile looking to goad you into a toe to toe battle mid ring....

Roger_Lewis: R1 2:10

Nasyarina: My right hook connected solid to your stomach. I felt the impact bounce through my glove as it landed, and you weren’t able to avoid it in time. But when I followed up with a left to your midsection, you dropped your guard just enough to block it with your forearms, protecting your body before I could press in any deeper. You countered fast. Your right came straight for my eye, and I reacted too late. My left arm came up, but not in time to stop the hit. Your glove caught the side of my face. It made me freeze for a second. The power behind it was different. I reset fast, taking a breath as I saw your left cross flying next. This time I brought both forearms up just in time, taking the hit on the guard and holding steady. I didn’t stay in place. I stepped to my right, circling around you while staying low. My shoes shuffled across the canvas, the sound echoing through the empty gym as I adjusted my position. I threw a left hook toward your side, hoping to catch your ribs as I moved. As you turned, I raised my left glove toward your face, pressing into your guard to block your view and mess with your balance. I leaned in close, trying to keep you off rhythm, and then saw a narrow space under your right elbow. Without stopping, I brought my right hand up and drove it upward, aiming to slip between your arms and land a clean shot under your chin.

Nasyarina: R1 2:00

Roger_Lewis: My counter comes out hard and fast, i am looking to test you early and get into your head and look to fill it with doubt. My right beats your left back to guard pounding your left eye with a straight and snapping your head back a bit. You seem froze for a moment and i hope to take advantage. You take in a deep breath and your arms come up and block the left cross. My glove bangs your arms, and you continue to move looking to use your smaller frame and agile ability. You stayed low stepping to your right, your feet gliding along the canvas. Your left hook came out low but i was able to take it off my right arm. you then post your left glove in my field of vision looking to hinder it as we stay in the pocket. You then moved in a bit closer and as you removed your left your right glove clipped my chin with an uppercut, not a clean shot but enough to snap my head, spatter sweat from it and get my attention as you try to show me you have some pop in your gloves as well. I dont step back but it does force my weight on my back foot. I step out and left as i try to get back into my stance and rhythm. i pump out a double stiff left jab aimed for your nose and lips. i then turn into a hard right cross aimed for your chin. Your uppercut had some power but i wanted to shut down any confidence you might have gained from that shot......

Roger_Lewis: R1 1:50

Nasyarina: You were able to read my left hook and took it cleanly on your right arm. The angle I chose didn’t break through your guard the way I wanted, but I still pressed forward. I lifted my left glove to your face to block your view and felt the slight shift in your guard as I pushed against it. That gave me the opening I needed. I slipped my right glove up through the gap and landed an uppercut to your chin. It wasn’t a heavy strike, but I saw your head jerk and your sweat fly off from the hit. You didn’t back off, but I saw you plant your back foot to steady yourself. I circled again, watching your footwork reset. Then you pumped out a double jab. I leaned back, just far enough to make both shots miss by inches. I felt the wind of your glove pass by my nose. That close. But then your right cross followed, and this one I couldn’t avoid. It caught me on the chin and snapped my head slightly to the side. I staggered one step and brought my left glove up, pressing it to the spot. My jaw ached, but I kept moving. I circled you again, this time feigning to my left. I raised my left hand slightly, hoping to pull your guard open, then quickly shifted to my right. I swung my right glove in a hook toward your left cheek. As soon as it moved, I followed with a left hook to your right cheek, trying to land both clean and leave some color on your face. My feet shuffled quickly across the canvas as I stayed close, aiming to keep you reacting instead of attacking.

Nasyarina: R1 1:40

Roger_Lewis: My left jab fires out and you slide step back and my glove misses by mere inches, the air pushed by my glove washes over your face. My right however serves its purpose and tags its target snapping your head to the side and i see a slight stagger in your retreat. The 25 lbs you are giving up flashes a reminder as i tag you with power. Sweat rolling down over my chest and my abs. Your left glove comes up as you touch then spot where my glove landed. I smirk a bit as i see that it landed nicely. You feign left raising your left glove but shift right and tag my left cheek with your right glove, more of a slap than a true punch knocking my head to the side. Your left follows behind and i slip and duck under it letting it pass over my head and i chamber my right glove and drive with my legs and hips as i send a right hook aimed for your body just at your bottom rib on your left side. Grunting with the effort, i then send a left uppercut of my own aimed for the underside of your chin letting my glove brush your chest on its way up hoping to hit your chin and send a message back to you that i am the bigger boxer and the bully in the ring......

Roger_Lewis: R1 1:30

Nasyarina: My right glove managed to reach your left cheek and made contact, but it didn’t do the damage I wanted. You took it well. Not even a stumble. Then you ducked under my followup hook, making me swing at air. That slip left me open, and your right hook struck me just above the waistband on my left side. I grunted, feeling the glove hit hard into the muscle. It knocked me back a step. My body turned slightly as I pulled away, already preparing to defend. Your next move came fast, a left uppercut aimed for my chin. I saw it coming just in time and caught it with a quick parry, knocking your glove off line before it could land. I let my feet move. That was the only way I’d stay in this. I danced away, using the space to breathe and stay out of range, my eyes locked on your stance the whole time. Then I closed the distance again. I stepped in quick and shot a right jab toward your midsection, testing your core before circling around you once more. As I moved, I shifted my weight and drove a right hook toward your ribs. I leaned forward slightly, planting my feet as I turned into the punch, aiming to drive the glove into your side with more power than before.

Nasyarina: R1 1:20

Roger_Lewis: My right glove lands hard and clean on your body. I felt the sweet jolt as i connect run up my arm to my shoulder. I hear you grunt and it feels amazing. You are forced back a step and i smirk a bit. Your reaction time is amazing as you see my uppercut just before it comes, you parry my glove knocking it offline. You use to agility to continue to move, as you slip away and look for your counter. You take a calming breath, and then step back in. Your right stabs for my lower abs, i am able to knock it away with my left glove, but your follow up right hook tags my ribs on my left side. A small red spot shows as your right glove leaves. I felt your legs and hips drive into that one as you look to show you have some power as well. I bend ever so slightly as air rushes past my lips. I step left with the punch and circle that way. I feint a left jab aimed for your nose and then dig a right uppercut aimed for your naval. I turn my hips and pivot into a left cross aimed for your nose, looking to do some damage as i grunt with the effort. Sweat coating my frame as i take in a deeper breath from that last body shot. My eyes on yours as i look for clues and to see if you give anything away.....

Roger_Lewis: R1 1:10

Nasyarina: You managed to knock away my first jab with your left glove, sending it off to the side as I pulled it back. But my follow up right hook landed clean against your ribs. I saw the skin react beneath the glove and a red spot start to show. That was enough to make me smirk. I had found a way through. I felt the contact all the way up my arm as I stepped back and watched you adjust. You tried to give me a taste of my own move, bringing your left glove up in front of my face to distract me. But I had seen that setup before. I moved back just as your right uppercut came in low, aimed for my navel and missed, and I let out a short breath. “The whole world saw that coming...” I teased, not needing to raise my voice. Your hips turned and you sent a left cross toward my nose. I caught it with my right forearm and deflected the shot just enough to keep it off target. Your left cheek stayed open for a second, and I took the chance. My right glove swung in, aiming for that same cheek you’d left exposed. As the glove moved across, I stepped in and drove my left hand toward your stomach. I planted my feet as I struck, hoping the blow would dig into your gut and start to wear you down the way you’d tried to do to me.

Nasyarina: R1 1:00

Roger_Lewis: You do not bite on the feint and as my right glove digs for your body hard you slide back and just let it pass between us and i hear your verbal quip. I bite hard on my mouth guard making a mental note, I am going to hurt you a bit before i knock you out. You catch my left cross with your right arm and you counter with your right hook pounding my left cheek. Under my left eye it leaves a bit of redness as sweat is sprayed from my head as you make contact. I feel the head on my skin and it start to tighten a bit under my eye. Your left glove hits my arm before hitting my abs that have already tightened to absorb the blow that was already deflected. I stand my ground and counter with my right with a short check hook aimed for your chin. I then drive a left uppercut aimed for the underside of your chin as well. and finish with an overhand right hook aimed for your left eye. I am looking to bully you in the last part of round 1 and get into your head for round 2.....

Roger_Lewis: R1 0:45

Nasyarina: I landed the jab to your cheek and followed with the body shot, but the second strike didn’t break through. My glove hit your arm first, then found your core, but all I felt was the tight wall of your abs holding firm. I pulled both hands back, already shifting back into position, but you moved quicker than I expected. Your right glove came up fast and caught the underside of my chin with a clean uppercut. My head jolted back and my body stumbled with it. I took two steps back, shook it off, and brought my gloves up again. I stayed focused, waiting for your next strike. You swung with your right, aiming high, but I had already started to circle. I stepped out wide to your right side and watched your glove miss just over my shoulder. I shuffled my feet and kept moving around you. As you turned to follow, I threw a quick left jab aimed straight for your mouth. My glove snapped forward, and I retracted it right away to keep my space. I stepped around to your left this time, moving in fast, and twisted at the waist. I drove a right hook across your jaw, pivoting on my lead foot as I tried to catch your face clean and shake up your footing before the round closed.

Nasyarina: R1 0:30

Roger_Lewis: My right glove landed clean on your chin snapping your head back and making your high pony dance. You staggered a bit, i feel my lips curl a grin. You step back and move around me as my overhand right misses and my glove and arm over extend and are out of place. You are already leading with your left jab. it is stiff and parts my lips forcing them to kiss your leather mitt. A bit of metalic taste on my tongue as my lips starts to bleed a bit. You pivot and change directions, your right jook snaps across my jaw snapping my head to the side and forcing me to stager a bit as sweat sprays from my head. A flash across my eyes for a moment as i back out and try to circle out left. My left glove out in front of me defensively as i felt your power......

Roger_Lewis: R1 0:15

Nasyarina: My left jab hit clean, landing flush on your mouth. I saw your lips part from the impact and caught a faint trace of red starting to show. As you staggered from the follow up right hook, your head snapping to the side, I caught the spray of sweat flying from your hair. You started to move back, trying to circle away, but I stepped in and kept my distance close. I pushed forward and threw a left hook aimed for your belly, targeting the space just beneath your elbow before circling around to your left, shifting fast, and aimed a right shot toward your head, trying to sneak it toward your ear or temple while your guard was still up. Your lips had already started to darken from the earlier jab. I brought my left glove low, feinting a body shot and hoping it would make you shift your arms. The moment I saw the chance, I launched my right hand again, sending it straight for your mouth. I aimed for the same spot that had just started bleeding, trying to land one more clean hit right before the bell.

Nasyarina: R1 0:00

Roger_Lewis: As i stepped back looking to ride out the round, you made sure to step in and were not going to let that happen. My left glove our in front of my right pawing at you looking to keep you at a safe distance as i took in a few deep breaths and was getting myself reset. I knew the round was coning to a close and was more than happy to wait out the bell. Your left fires out as you aimed for my body, i was able to draw my right arm down a bit and take the glove off my right elbow without much issue. Your right glove comes around my out stretched left and lands on my left upper cheek under my left eye snapping my head to the side. You lowered your left a bit looking to keep my right arm low to guard my body. i did not bite and as you fire your straight right I suck under it and let it slip over my right shoulder as i slip left slightly and drive a hard thudding left hook aimed for just under your ribs on your right side with your right still out there looking for your liver and torque my body hard into the punch looking to punish you for drawing first blood and end the round with a statement. Still breathing hard and coated in sweat and tasting the crimson on my lips. DING DING DING!!!!!!!......

Roger_Lewis: R1 END

Nasyarina: You managed to block my hook to the body, but my right glove still landed against your cheek just before you slipped under my final punch. The uppercut I threw missed as you countered fast and drove a hook into my right side. The glove slammed under my ribs before I could pull my elbow down in time. “Ugh…” I let out a groan, reeling back slightly from the hit. My body leaned away as I winced, feeling the dull ache start to form under my arm. I glanced down at my side for just a second and saw the red beginning to spread. That one was going to leave a mark. I clenched my jaw and started to push forward again, but the bell rang, cutting the moment short. DING DING DING. The first round was done. I took a breath, wiped my glove once across my mouth, and turned back toward my corner. My steps were stable, though I could still feel the sting from your shot along my side. I glanced down at my waist again as I walked, then up toward Lindsey. She was still outside the ropes, arms folded, watching everything. I reached my corner and leaned back against the pads, my gloves resting lightly on the ropes as I slowed my breathing. It felt warmer now, my skin damp under the lights. I looked across the ring and found your eyes again. This fight was just getting started.

Roger_Lewis: My right glove drops as the bell rings looking at you, my eyes catching yours. Unsure of who won the round as it was as even as it gets, no real damage done and no one really landing more than the other. Sweat rolls down my chest and over my abs. I turn away for a moment but not before giving you a nod of some respect. I move to my corner and rest on my stool. Taking in some water and toweling off. My chest rising and falling but my breathing calming pretty quickly as i look at you making your way to your corner. your hips swaying and your thong buried deep between your rounded glutes. I rest my arms and gloves across the ropes on either side of me as i look across at you and our eyes meet. your thing buried deep between your legs, and as it clings to your skin it hides nothing. your mount and camel toe visible from across the ring. i see the red welt on your side where i just landed and smile a bit but also feel the red bruise forming under my left eye and the one i own on my body as well. My chest rising and falling more slowly as the break winds down.....

Lindsey_Davis: I watch as Nasyarina move to the corner, and i have a huge smile on my face as she does. " You did amazing, i cant believe this is your first boxing match." I step up to the ring apron and whisper her instructions in her ear so as not to give away the game plan to Roger. I then step down from the apron after handing her water and a towel. " Round 1 scoring was 10-9 Nasyarina!!!"....YT (Nasyarina)

Nasyarina: I turned my head as Lindsey leaned in close, whispering instructions just behind my ear. I nodded as she spoke, my eyes drifting across the ring to glance at you while I listened. You hadn’t stopped watching me either. I could feel it. I caught your stare just once, and even from this far, I could see the sweat across your chest and the slight smirk on your lips. Lindsey handed me a bottle of water, and I gave her a small smile in return. I twisted the cap off and brought it to my lips, taking a few gulps before passing it back. Then she gave me a towel, and I pressed it lightly against my forehead, neck, and chest, wiping off the first layer of sweat building up across my skin. Once I was done, I handed it back and leaned against the corner, catching my breath. She stepped back down from the apron and gave the announcement, Round 1 went to me, 10–9. I heard it clearly. My smile grew a little wider, and I nodded again, more to myself than anyone else. I knew I could do better than that. The bell rang, cutting through the gym again. I stretched my arms once, shaking them out loose as I stepped off the corner and moved forward. My feet slid softly over the mat as I walked to center ring, eyes already locked on you as I waited for you to meet me again.

Roger_Lewis: I watch as Lindsey feeds you instructions and then exits the ring, her body in peak form as her shorts hide nothing. She then reads the round one scores. 10-9 Nasyarina??????? Are you kidding me? I think to myself. I look down at Lindsey and then across at you. My eyes narrow as i pound my gloves together. I watch as you prepare for round 2, your body on display as you towel off. The 10 second buzzer sounds as i hear it i pull my gloves up and pull my elbows in. DING DING DING!!!! I move out up on my toes and light on my feet in my boxing shoes. I circle left and lead with a left jab, short, crisp. looking to pound your right eye. I then double up with a second left jab aimed for your nose. My hips turn and my right glove digs hard for your naval. Just above the waistband of your thong. I look to take the fight to you kowing i am down on the scorecards early, but a know they mean nothing if i knock you out which i plan on doing. but only after i outbox you and punish you for a few rounds....

Roger_Lewis: R2 2:50

Nasyarina: I saw the change in your eyes the second Lindsey called the score. Whatever calm you had in the first round was gone. You looked across the ring with narrowed eyes, and I knew exactly what was coming. I raised my gloves, already bracing myself as I stepped forward to meet you. The bell rang, and you didn’t hesitate. You came out fast, circling left, bouncing lightly on your feet, and you fired a left jab at my right eye. I blocked it without trouble, my arms already up. You followed with a second jab toward my nose. Same spot, same speed and I kept my guard high and caught it again, but I noticed the shift in your hips as you leaned into your next punch. Your right glove drove into my lower stomach just above the waistband of my thong. That one landed. I grunted and stepped back quickly, feeling the jolt push into my core. You had loaded that punch with more intent. I couldn’t let it build. I stepped to my right, creating just enough space to throw a counter. My right glove came around in a hook aimed for your left cheek, trying to knock you off your rhythm before you could build momentum. Right after that, I fired a left jab toward your abs. I wanted to test your guard. I pushed in slightly and brought my right arm over, turning into a wide hook that aimed for your temple. I planted my feet as I threw it, trying to stop your early offense.

Nasyarina: R2 2:40

Roger_Lewis: We meet and engage, my left jab pounds your gloves as i target your face, My second drives out and the paff of leather on leather pops in the gym. My right hook has a little extra on it as it finds a home just at your naval your taught stomach takes the punch but you bend a bit and i feel it connect as it runs up my shoulder. I hear you grunt, and you step back slightly. The smack of my leather glove on your skin is sweet music to my ears. You moved right and Your right glove looking for my cheek i manage to take off my left glove as i guard my face early this round, aware of the redness under my left eye and making sure to protect it when i can. your left jab tags my lower abs around my naval. My abs become rigid as i take the punch well. You sent your right again wide, it gives me time to see the punch coming. I bend my knees and roll under the punch letting it clear my head and as i am lower i see your right sde and grin a bit, sending a hard left hook aimed for your bottom rib on your right side. I then turn my hips into a right hook aimed for your left side looking to pound your body and slow you down. Maybe even steal your air.....

Roger_Lewis: R2 2:30

Nasyarina: My right hook missed your cheek, and I watched you drop low and slip under my followup. You moved fast, and the next thing I felt was your left glove slamming into my right ribs. I grunted from the hit and instinctively shifted left, but your right hook followed hard. I managed to bring my elbow down just in time to block it, catching your glove on the side of my arm. I didn’t stay in place. I stepped back and circled around you, letting my feet guide me. I moved wide at first, keeping my distance until I saw the moment I wanted, then I closed in again. I stepped forward and shot a quick right jab aimed at your nose. I pulled it back right away and circled to my right, shifting into your left side. My eyes locked onto yours for a second. I made it seem like I was setting up another hook toward your face, but it was just bait. I twisted my hips and sent my right glove lower instead, swinging it hard, aiming toward your left ribs. I leaned into the shot, driving it in with my body weight before stepping back to reset.

Nasyarina: R2 2:20

Roger_Lewis: My left glove hammers your open body hard as i feel my shoulder and arm flex as i connect. I hear you grunt as my glove pounds your body. You move into my left but are able to bring your left arm down just enough to get in the way of my right. You bend slightly and back out to reset. i am in no hurry and want to see how my punches were affecting you. You then picked your spot and stepped back in. I take your right jab off my guard as my gloves block yours. Your quick to bring your right back to guard. Our eyes meet and the mental chess match is in full affect. I see you look towards my head and cheat my guard a bit higher. But you dig a hard right hook under my left elbow and pound my ribs on my left side. Leaving another red welt where your glove landed. I bend slightly and let out a huff of air. I bite hard on my mouth guard and as you step back i fill that space. I feint with a stiff left jab for your face but it never comes. I dig a hard right uppercut aimed for your naval again, looking to break down your taught abs. I then turn into a left cross aimed for your right eye just under it looking to pound your face and di some damage. Sweat rolls down my chest and over my abs. I take in a deeper breath as we are toe to toe.....

Roger_Lewis: R2 2:10

Nasyarina: You blocked my jab easily, taking it on your gloves, but I still found your ribs with my next shot. My right glove sank under your elbow and struck the side of your body. I saw you react. Your body bent slightly, and the sound of your breath told me I’d landed it clean. But you didn’t let me go unanswered as you feinted high with your left, making me flinch just enough to hesitate. The real punch came from below, a right uppercut that dug into my stomach. I grunted and felt my core tighten around the impact. My guard stayed up, and I caught your next left cross with both arms, protecting my face as the glove banged off my forearm. I stepped back quickly, needing space, but I didn’t let it last. I threw a left hook back at you, aiming for your jaw as I circled. My feet slid softly on the canvas as I shifted again and followed up with a hard right jab targetting toward your mouth.

Nasyarina: R2 2:00

Roger_Lewis: My feint draws your guard up just enough to clear a path for your body. My right uppercut hammers your fit core again. I hear you grunt as it lands and again look to work your body here in round 2 to pay dividends in the later rounds. My left cross drives for your eye but your gloves were still up guarding your head and block my left with your arms. You step back and are always looking for openings. You reset your range and your left hook clears my right glove landing on my jaw clean. Snapping my head and spraying sweat from my head. you turn my head to the side and as i return my eyes to you, your right jab is already at my mouth and snapping my head straight back. You open the cut on my lip and it starts to bleed again, this time a bit more as i can taste it. the metallic coppery taste on my tongue. My white mouth guard stained red for the moment. My eyes glare at yours as emotion drives me. i step into you and drive a hard right hook aimed for your left eye, and send a hard left jab looking to pound and punish your nose. Wanting payback and to see some blood and damage on yoru face.....

Roger_Lewis: R2 1:50

Nasyarina: My left hook landed clean against your jaw, and I saw your head twist to the side as your sweat scattered into the air. I followed up with a right jab straight to your mouth, reopening the same cut from before. Blood appeared again, more than the first time, and I saw the red stain start to spread across your white mouth guard. I kept my eyes on yours even as you stepped in close with that look of payback building behind your stare. You threw a hard right hook toward my eye, but I raised both arms fast and caught it clean across my guard. Still, you didn’t stop. Your left jab followed, slipping through just enough to snap into my nose before I could drop my glove. My head tilted back and I staggered a few steps away, feeling the sting spread across my face. I winced, already reaching for my nose with my right forearm. One wipe confirmed it, red streak. You had drawn blood now too. I didn’t give you time to celebrate it. I stepped forward again and used hit and run movement. I leaned into a right hook aiming for your left jaw. I shifted again and swung my left glove for your side, targeting your right ribs before backing off and circling once more.

Nasyarina: R2 1:40

Roger_Lewis: My gloves were throwing with bad intentions, my right glove coming in hard as i put my weight behind it you are able to block it with your arms but it takes both to make sure it does my get through. My left follows almost immediately and slips past your gloves and pounds your nose. Your head snaps and i can tell you feel the sting. As i pull my left glove back you wipe your nose with your arms and we both realize at the same time that your nose is now leaking. I see the red stain on my white gloves and curl a grin around my mouth guard. You staggered a few steps as i pull my gloves back to reset, you do not stay back for more than a second as you step in your right hook slides past my left glove and turns my head as you connect with my jaw. Sweat sprays from my head as you do. I drop my right arm and take your left off my bicep. I counter as i try to beat your left glove back to guard. Driving a left cross aimed for your chin, and then digging a right hook aimed for your naval. I need to work your body if i am going to slow you down, and i take another deeper breath as we reach the midway point of round 2. Sweat pools in the waistband of my trunks. As the ring heats up and the warm air washes over my body....

Roger_Lewis: R2 1:30

Nasyarina: My right hook slammed into your jaw, turning your head and spraying sweat out to the side. That alone gave me a small push of momentum, and I followed with a left strike toward your ribs, but you caught it on your right arm before it could do any damage. I started to reset, but your counter came fast. You aimed a left cross for my chin, I dropped low and ducked it just in time, feeling the air shift above my head as the glove passed. You came for my belly right after with a right hook, but I stepped back and angled out of range. My feet moved smoothly beneath me as I circled to your right side. I stepped light, then faked a right hook, keeping your attention high. As your guard shifted, I twisted and sent a left hook aiming for your right ribs, putting my weight behind the swing. I hopped back immediately after, giving myself space. I stepped in again, driving a right jab toward your nose, targeting your nose. My right glove extended fast before I pulled it back to guard and backed off, bouncing lightly on my feet. I didn’t let myself stay still, forcing you to keep adjusting as the round kept going.

Nasyarina: R2 1:20

Roger_Lewis: I see you starting to gain some confidence in your boxing ability. The look on your face a bit more relaxed. You slip under my left cross letting it just barely miss as my glove brushes through your pony. My right glove fires for your toned bell but you slide back just out of range, my glove barely grazing your skin on your abs as i do. You circle a bit looking to get towards my right, you feint a right for my face. I raise my guard ever so slightly but it never comes. Your left glove pounds my right side thudding off the toned muscle and my ribs. Your straight right then tags my nose snapping my head back, i feel the sting as my eyes water a bit and blood trickles from my left nostril. I touch my white glove to my nose and see the crimson smear. A bit frustrated by your speed and mobility, i step in hard as you step back and look to dig a hard right hook aimed for your naval just under it where your tones abs end and a softer spot begins. I then send a hard left cross aimed for your right eye throwing my weight behind it. Sweat rolls down my chest over my abs and i take in a deeper breath as you are forcing me to work a bit harder this round.....

Roger_Lewis: R2 1:10

Nasyarina: My left hook slammed into your right ribs with a thud, and the follow up jab to your nose snapped your head back right after. I saw your reaction as your glove came up to check the damage. A thin streak of red touched the padding, and that was all I needed to see. My lips curled just slightly. You stepped in fast before I could build on it. Your right glove dropped low and hit just under my navel, digging into the softer part of my belly. I gasped at the contact, not having expected that shot. You followed up with a heavy left cross, but I got my right arm up in time to block it. The impact still shoved my upper body back, and I had to reset quickly. I circled to my right, wiping the sweat from my brow with the inside of my left glove. I came back in and threw a quick double right jab toward your face, both light, meant to test your reflexes and keep your guard busy. As your arms shifted, I stepped in and swung a left hook aiming toward your right cheekbone, driving from the waist as I moved through it.

Nasyarina: R2 1:00

Roger_Lewis: As i bite down hard on my mouth guard i feel my right glove hammer your body with a bit of satisfaction. My leather pounding your lower abs and feeling it land clean. You openly gasp, but your right glove comes up in time to block my left that was targeting your eye. The power from my punch still transmitted into your frame driving you back a bit. You wipe your brow with your glove before stepping back in with a double right jab aimed for my face. I block the first with my lead left glove, the second slips by and pumps into my nose against snapping my head back slightly. Not alot of power behind your punch but still spatters a bit of blood on impact from my nose. I see your left shoulder cord as you throw your left hook. i roll under it letting it pass over my head and drive a hard right hook aimed for your ribs on your left side. i stay low and turn my hips into a left hook aimed for your body on your right side and then straighten with a hard right uppercut looking for the underside of your chin as i drive with my legs and hips. Grunting a bit with the effort....

Roger_Lewis: R2 0:50

Nasyarina: My right jab hit your nose, just enough to spit a bit more blood from that reopened cut. It wasn’t that hard but it got through. You ducked under my next swing and drove your right glove straight into my ribs. The impact knocked the air out of me. I winced as your glove dug into my left side, my breath caught in my throat. You stayed low and twisted your hips into a second hook, this time slamming it into my other side. I let out a softer grunt, my feet shifting back out of instinct. I knew what was coming next. You drove upward with a hard uppercut, but I managed to block it with both arms crossed in front of my chin. The force still shook me a little, but it didn’t get through. I backed off and shook out my shoulders, trying to stay loose even with the pain still tightening across both sides of my torso. I moved to my left and circled again. Then I stepped forward and threw a right hook aimed at your ribs. I followed it with a straight jab to your face, a quick one hoping to catch you off guard before pulling back and kept hopping around you.

Nasyarina: R2 0:40

Roger_Lewis: My right glove hammers your smaller body and your tits rattle and shudder on impact. My left glove finds your body as well as i look to drive the air from it and it drives you back slightly. You manage to block my right uppercut which would have hammered your chin. You back off to reset and i look to do the same. breathing harder than i would like you to see and soaked in sweat after the back and forth first 2 rounds. You move left and drive a right hook for my ribs, i am able to bring my left arm down and take it off my bicep. You quick left jab however slips over my right glove and tags my nose again. This time spraying blood from my face and spilling it over my upper lip in more of an even flow. I can taste the crimson and feel it running more like a flow than a trickle. I wipe my nose with my glove and scan see the flow is worse. It does not hurt as much as it stings, and i am looking for payback and to do some damage to your face now. I step in immediately and fend a left hook for your body and instead send a left cross aimed for your nose. i then drive a straight right looking to part your lips as round 2 starts to wind down....

Roger_Lewis: R2 0:30

Nasyarina: I blocked your right hook with my left arm, taking the shot clean across the guard. I didn’t hesitate, my left jab slipped over your glove and struck your nose again. This time, the blood came faster. It rolled over your upper lip in a thin streak. I saw it clear as day, the blood flowing slowly non stop, and I couldn’t help the small thought in the back of my mind, that looks good on your face. You stepped in again and dropped your left shoulder, baiting a hook toward my body, but it never came. Your glove swung up instead and landed a left cross right on my nose. It caught me just as I was lowering my guard. I stepped back quickly and raised both arms as your next strike came, a straight right that I blocked just in time. The glove smacked into my forearms, but the impact still rattled my stance. I shook my head once, trying to clear the haze from the left cross to my nose earlier. Then I came forward again, not letting you hold that ground. I drove a right hook toward your left ribs, aiming low and turning my hip with it. I followed with a fast right jab targetting your face, Then I brought my left glove upward in an uppercut, aiming for your chin and trying to rattle your head back.

Nasyarina: R2 0:20

Roger_Lewis: The look of satisfaction that came over your face was unable to be hidden. You saw the blood, the damage your glove had done to a larger male opponent and you felt empowered. My aggression built as my left cross tagged your nose clean. Snapping your head back and rattling you. I was still the bigger boxer in this ring and planned to be the bully. You raised both arms and took my right straight off your guard. My right pounded you and drove you back giving up ring space. I tagged you and could tell that you felt it, but very much aware of your surroundings you did not waste time trying to take back the real estate you had lost. You stepped back in and your right hook drove for my ribs, i am very much aware of the damage to my nose so your right is able to slip in under my left elbow tagging my body. I block your right jab with my left glove guarding my face more carefully. But your left glove slips between my elbows and finds my chin snapping my head back and putting me on my back foot. I waste no time before stepping in and looking to clinch with you and try to tie you up with my arms and gloves. The round is coming to a close and i press my chest into yours as i press my body into yours. My chin on your shoulder as i look to ride out the last ten second of the round. My warm breath washing over your neck and shoulder as i feel you against me. Trying to take in some deeper breaths as i glance up at the round clock.....

Roger_Lewis: R2 0:10

Nasyarina: My right hook found its target. I felt my glove knock into the side of your ribs under your arm, pushing into the muscle as I stayed in tight. You managed to block the next jab to your face, but I didn’t stop. My left glove cut between your guard and snapped up under your chin. I saw your head jolt back from the uppercut and it gave me a small pulse of pride deep in my chest. You moved in right after. Your arms reached around me, pulling us into a clinch just as the seconds on the clock began to tick down. I felt your chin settle on my shoulder, your chest pressing hard into mine. I didn’t step back. Instead, I leaned into it too, resting my chin on your shoulder too. Our sweat smeared together, your breath warm against the side of my neck as I took in the scent of your sweat and effort. I kept moving. Even in the clinch, I worked short punches aiming into your sides. Left, then right, enough to sting, to make you feel me before the round ends. And when the bell rang, I held you there for a moment longer. Then I pushed gently off your chest, sliding back, but just before we separated, I turned my head slightly and kissed your cheek. A quick, teasing press of my lips before stepping away, giving you a small smirk over my shoulder as I walked back to my corner to recover.

Nasyarina: R2 0:00

Roger_Lewis: When i reached out for you i was hoping just to ride out the round. I did expect you to pull away, you did not. You pressed into me settling in and sending a few short punches into my sides. We were too close for them to have any real effect other than keeping me busy. Your breasts flattened against my chest and your nipples poked through your top into my chest. I feel your chin on my shoulder as we embrace and you press into me looking to show me that you have some strength in your legs as well. DING DING DING!!!! the bell rings and we stay in one another's arms for a moment and then i feel your lips on my cheek. I had already feeling my cock swell in my trunks a bit as we took in one another's scent in this close proximity. You turn to walk away and as you slide off my body i see your thong deep between your ass cheeks, You turn back to see me stealing a glance and i see your lips curl a grin. I move to my corner and grab the water and my towel. I wipe my face and the stain on my towel tells the story of the round. I take in some water, but lean against the corner pad and drape my arms and gloves across the top ropes. I then look across at you.....

Roger_Lewis: Round Break

Lindsey_Davis: I watch as Nasyarina walks back as i hand her some water and a towel. I have a huge smile in my face. " Round 2 scoring 10-9 Nasyarina!!! 20-18 through 2 rounds!" I then whisper instruction in her ear for round 3...YT (Nasyarina)

Nasyarina: Lindsey handed me a water bottle as soon as I stepped into the corner. I nodded to her and twisted the cap off, bringing it to my lips. I nearly finished the whole thing in one go, the thirst hitting harder now that the adrenaline had started to slow. I passed it back to her and took the towel next, wiping across my forehead, then down my neck, chest, and abs. My skin was slick with sweat now, and the towel came away damp from every pass. I leaned into the corner post, resting my arms lightly over the ropes as I caught my breath. My body still tingled slightly from the exchange just before the bell, the way you pressed into me, the way your gloves clung around my waist, your chin resting near mine in that last slow moment before we broke apart. I felt the weight of that closeness even now, cooling slightly as I stood still. Then Lindsey’s voice came through. “Round 2 scoring 10-9 Nasyarina! That’s 20-18 through two rounds.” My smile widened right away. I looked over at her, and she was grinning just as big. She stepped in close and whispered instructions directly into my ear. I listened, still breathing slowly, and gave her a quick nod. My eyes turned back to you. You were in your own corner now, arms over the ropes, watching me the same way I watched you. The break was almost over.

Roger_Lewis: My back against the corner pad as Lindsey announces the scores. this round was no surprise. I see your eyes widen and the smile appear across your face around your mouth guard. My eyes weaken a bit as i am down 2 rounds to 0 to a rookie. I stem the blood from my nose for the time being. I take in deep gulps of air and water. Your body still glistens with sweat as your muscles and body show more definition. The 10 second buzzer sounds alerting us both that the bell is just moments away. I pull my gloves up and bring my arms in to my body peering over my gloves at you. DING DING DING!!!!! I move out of my corner quickly this round as i look to take control of the ring. I am still up on my ties as i lead with my left jab aimed for your right eye. I then feint a second jab but pull it back and dig a hard right hook aimed for your ribs on your left side. I am still taking deeper breaths than i would like to be and more than i want you to see......

Roger_Lewis: R3 2:50

Nasyarina: The bell rang and round three was on. I pushed off the corner and bounced once, my arms coming up quick to guard as I moved in. You were faster this time, already closing the gap with that left jab aiming high for my eye. I caught it with my right glove, redirecting the shot off my guard. But before I could readjust, you pulled your left hand back and your right hook slammed into my left side. “Ugh...” I grunted as the hit landed clean against my left rib. My body twisted from the impact, but I didn’t stay out of range. I turned back and fired a right hook straight for your left cheekbone, following up with a left jab aimed for the middle of your body, just under your elbows. The quick burst of retaliation was meant to slow you down and force you back even if I was still feeling the sting in my side.

Nasyarina: R3 2:40

Roger_Lewis: Your right glove eats up the initial jab. But you bite on the second, your gloves still up a bit and my right drives into your body. I hear the smack of leather on skin. You grunt as i land another clean shot at your body looking to continue to build up the punishment. You did not step back however, your taking my body shots well. You fire back with your right hook tagging my left cheek. My head snapping to the side and spraying sweat from my head. I am able to take your left jab off my guard as i bring them down just enough and just in time. I plant my feet and refuse to step back. If you want to trade toe to toe, i am not going anywhere. I fire a hard right hook aimed for your chin looking to snap your head to the side. I then send a left jab aimed for your nose and then a second aimed for your mouth. The round just started and we were already in a war.

Roger_Lewis: R3 2:30

Nasyarina: My right hook hit its mark. Your head snapped to the side, sweat flying from the strike. But just as I tried to follow up, you caught my left jab on your guard, blocking it clean. Before I could shift again, your right hook smashed into my chin. My head jerked sideways, and I stumbled back, feeling that shot echo through my jaw. I barely steadied myself when your left jab came flying in. I leaned back just in time, feeling the tip of your glove grazing my nose. Your second jab came in fast, but I got my gloves up and blocked it just before it could get through. I took another step back, creating some space between us while my body settled from the hits. Breathing out, I started circling around you, eyes watching your shoulders and hands. Then I stepped back in quick. I sent a right hook toward your left side, before snapping an overhead right aimed right for your temple. I followed with a straight right jab targeting your face and then immediately stepped away, trying to break the rhythm and force you to chase.

Nasyarina: R3 2:20

Roger_Lewis: I felt my right glove connect with your chin, snapping your head hard and seeming to rattle you a bit. I might have 25 lbs on you but you are taking some heavy shots well. My left jab just falls short just grazing the tip of your nose as you lean back. You get your glove up to block my second. Stepping back i think you are finally hurt a bit and i gain some confidence. Your eyes focus on my body and my movements. You step back in just as i am moving forward to continue my offense. Your right hook tags my left side and drive some air from my lips as you catch me stepping in. Stopped in my tracks, your overhand right lands on my left eye as i turn my head at the last moment. Your glove landing flush and i feel the redness around my left eye grow a bit. The skin tightening under my eye and some puffing starts. I step back after that shot lands and your straight right falls short. I take in a deeper breath as my chest rises and falls a bit more quickly. I circle left and drag a hard right hook aimed for your naval. I then turn my hips into a left cross aimed for the bridge of your nose grunting with the effort looking for damage. Sweat rolling from my frame and down over my abs....

Roger_Lewis: R3 2:10

Nasyarina: My right hook sinks into your side, right under your arm as you step in, and I feel the hit land solid. My overhand right follows fast and crashes into your eye instead of your temple, but the result is better than I thought, I see the redness spread and some swelling build. You avoid my next jab, pulling away just in time. But I pay for it a second later. Your right hook buries into my stomach. I drop forward, the air knocked from my gut as my core tightens. Before I can reset, you twist in and drive a cross into my nose. It lands clean. I wince, my head turning slightly from the hit, and feel the sting bloom across my face. Blood starts to drip down past my lips and onto my chin. I stumble one step, then hop back a few more, keeping my guard up. My eyes lock on you again as I wipe my forearm across the blood, checking how bad it is. It slows down, not gushing, but the pain’s still there. I exhale through my mouth, gather myself, and step in fast again. I fire a left hook low, aiming for the side of your body, looking to draw your arms down. The second punch follows quick, a right hook swinging high toward your mouth as I turn my body with it and then step back out before you can counter.

Nasyarina: R3 2:00

Roger_Lewis: Stepping left gives me a good angle for my right and it pays off. My right glove buries itself into your body. I feel your taught abs give a bit as i drive some air from your body. You bend forward a bit and my left glove finds your nose, snapping your head hard to the side but also opening up the blood flow from your nose. A slight grin curls on my lips as i see it flow over your lips and then your chin. We are in a war and now blood has been spilt for us both. I see the expression on your face alter a bit. But your eyes lock on mine as you are forced to open your mouth a bit to breath. You wipe your arm across your nose, and the blood has already slowed. You let out a huff of air, and then step in. your speed is still there as you move in. Your left drives for my body and i move my right arm down to take the punch blocking it. Your right comes in right behind it and smacks across my mouth, snapping my head to the side and opening the cut on my lip again. I taste it as my head turns back to you. Your punch landing clean and forcing me to pause for a moment to reset. You back out before i can counter and i look to stay outside for a moment and gather myself. I drive a straight right off my back foot as i step back in aimed for your left eye. I then send a left hook aimed for your chin as i look to continue to try to rattle you.....

Roger_Lewis: R3 1:50

Nasyarina: You manage to block my left hook with your right arm, keeping your defense tight for that moment. But my right glove comes in just a second after, smashing across your mouth with a clean hit. I see your head snap to the side, a thin spray of blood flicking from your lips. That same cut I opened earlier is bleeding again, and the sight of it adds something grim to the fight now. You hesitate slightly. Then you come back at me. You push forward and throw a straight right, driving off your rear leg. But I duck underneath, slipping just low enough for the punch to miss its mark. You follow up quickly with a left hook aimed at my chin, but I’m already rising, my gloves catching the strike just in time. The impact thuds off my forearms. I counter right away. My right glove swings around into your midsection, aiming just above your waistband. I shift my weight and launch a left uppercut from underneath, aiming straight for your chin. My body rises with it, hips turning for power. I then take a small hop backward and circle to the right, resetting my stance with both gloves raised high again.

Nasyarina: R3 1:40

Roger_Lewis: Throwing off my back foot was a bad idea, but i was trying to get something off quickly. But i was going to pay for that mistake. You ducked under my right, giving you too much time to react and i was further away. As my left fires for your chin, your gloves are already coming up with you as you straighten. My glove bouncing off your guard, and you are already countering. Your right glove digs into my body, low, just at the waistband of my trunks. I bend slightly as some air rushes past my lips. Your left is already chambering as your legs drive and your ass flexes and squeezes tight into the uppercut that catches my chin. It shoots upwards spattering spittle and sweat. I am a bit off balance and suddenly i fall back onto my ass onto the canvas in a seated position. My eyes look up at you as i am down for the first time in the match......

Roger_Lewis: R3 1:30

Nasyarina: My right glove slams into your side, and I feel the way your torso bends with the impact. It’s a solid hit, one that draws a faint exhale from you as your body leans just enough for me to follow up. My left glove comes swinging upward in the same motion. I feel the weight of the glove push into your chin with the uppercut, the force transferring clean through my arm. I see the way your head jerks up from the strike, a mix of spit and sweat flying from your mouth as your balance gives out underneath you. Your legs shift back instinctively, but it’s too late, your ass hits the canvas hard in a seated sprawl. I watch your eyes flick up toward me, your gloves still half raised. For the first time in the match, you’re down. And I’m just standing there, breathing through my nose, arms still in front of me but no longer tense. My heartbeat picks up. Not because I think it’s over, but because I didn’t expect it to happen that clean. I drop my guard slightly and step forward, standing over you for just a second longer than I should. I glance down at your expression, eyes locked on mine. There’s something almost quiet in the moment, but I break it with a smirk and a tease. “Did you trip over yourself?” I say, raising my right glove to push some of the damp strands of hair from my forehead. My forearm glides against my skin, slick with sweat now. I flip my hair back over my shoulders with a casual shrug and walk toward the corner. I reach the corner post and rest back against i begins the count. “One… two… three…”

Roger_Lewis: My eyes stare up at you, i am not hurt, more my pride than my body or head. You step forward and loom over me a bit looking down, i see the smirk across your lips as you almost stand taller wanting to make a statement. You them taunt me as if to say awe, how did that happen. Sweat drips from my head and body as you wipe the hair from your face and then step back to a neutral corner. I hear you then start to count. I take a few deep breaths, not rushing to get up, and knowing i have time. I sit there looking for solutions and just feeling my face turn flush. " You got lucky rook, i am going to hurt you for that". I stay down until your count reaches 6. I then push up to my feet and stand. I pull my gloves up and bring my elbows in. I then look over my gloves at you. I wave you in as i bite hard on my mouth guard and plan to punish you during and after the match for that.....

Roger_Lewis: R3 1:20

Nasyarina: As the count hits six and you rise, I keep my back to the corner, resting just a moment longer. You wave me in, and I take a breath, then push off the post and meet you in the center. My gloves lift back into guard as I close the distance, shoes shuffling across the mat. Once I’m within range from where you are standing, I lunge forward My right glove snaps out first toward your left ribs, trying to fold your side in with a hook. I twist and follow through with a left uppercut under your arms and aiming for the lower center, right at your sexy abs. Then I plant my foot and take a short hop back, not lingering too close. I exhale through my nose, eyes locked on you again.

Nasyarina: R3 1:10

Roger_Lewis: I am breathing hard still from the body shot you landed before the knockdown. But i have my gloves in place as my face still flush and the puffing around my left eye still an issue. You move in and lead with a right hook to my body. I bend my knees and pull my arms in tighter taking your right off my left arm. Your left shoulder flexes as it comes for my lower abs. My forearms take the brunt of the blows as i am still catching my breath. I step back a half step looking to make sure i keep my balance after the knock down. I then move right and pump a stiff left jab aimed for your nose, a bit slower than before as i try to regroup. I then send a hard right hook aimed for your left eye. I am not hurt from the knockdown but clearly some of my initial speed is fading and some power with it....

Roger_Lewis: R3 1:00

Nasyarina: You manage to block my right hook with your left arm with ease, absorbing it without much shift in your footing. My left uppercut comes, but your forearms are tight against your abs, absorbing that one too. I notice your defense still up, even after the knockdown. You step back half a pace, then shift to your right which is my left, while I track you closely. You launch a left jab at my nose, but the shot’s slower this time. I bring my right glove up in time to parry it off course, deflecting it clean. The right hook that follows comes in harder, aiming for my left eye, but I duck low beneath it and slip just outside your right shoulder. I see the gap and take it. I throw a quick left jab, targetting into your right ribs before you can fully reset. Then I twist my body and follow through, my right hook comes sailing up toward your left jawline, glove arcing in with speed as I try to rock you back.

Nasyarina: R3 0:50

Roger_Lewis: You parry my left jab with ease, i could feel it not have the same speed. My right thrown with more power looking to send a message but you duck under it and step outside my shoulder a bit and counter with a left jab that stabs at my right side ribs. I bend slightly but your right glove tags my jaw snapping my head to the side as it just clears my left glove. Sweat and blood spatter as you connect. I step into you this time needing to tie up a bit. That last shot tagged me clean. I reach for your body and try to press my body into yours looking to clinch and take in a deep breath or 2 as i do. Looking to hook my chin onto your left shoulder......

Roger_Lewis: R3 0:40

Nasyarina: My left jab sinks into your ribs, forcing a slight bend from your upper body. I feel the resistance in your side, but I don’t wait long, I follow through with my right hook, twisting into it clean. My glove slams against your jaw, snapping your head to the side just as it clears your guard, followed by the slick smear of sweat and blood that splatters from your mouth onto my glove. You step into me suddenly, pressing your body close in a clinch before I can pull back. I grunt softly as your chest presses into mine, our slick torsos meeting in the middle. Your chin settles on my left shoulder, locking us together like we're sharing something quiet, except we both know it’s just survival now. I can hear your heavy breathing as you're holding on, needing a second to catch your rhythm again. I don’t let the closeness stop me. My left arm stays tucked, and I drive a few quick punches into your ribs and side, short and compact shots, not enough to wind you, but enough to make sure you feel every one of them while we’re tangled. I twist slightly, trying to get some room. I slide my right glove up between our bodies and push against your chest, using the gap to hopefully break the clinch.

Nasyarina: R3 0:30

Roger_Lewis: I press into you noticing the round is almost over but also knowing that your last shot rattles my head a bit. I look to hold onto you as i feel your softer yet firm features against my body. I hear your grunt softly as we press into one another. My warm breath washing over your neck and shoulder. Your left arm between us as you try to send some short punches into my side, but again there is no room to generate power. your glove slaps at my side but no real damage to be had. My gloves on your hips as you try to slide your right glove between us. I feel you are preoccupied with the separation and i decide i have a window. As your left glove is pinned low between us and your right moves to try to separate us, i step back half a step and send a short check right hook aimed for your chin as i create the space you were looking for. i then send a left jab aimed for your nose. Breathing hard and tasting the blood from my nose and lip. My left eye puffing a bit more i am looking to finish the round with a bang.....

Roger_Lewis: R3 0:20

Nasyarina: As I kept trying to push your body off mine, I didn’t notice you stepping half a step back. The moment I tried to create separation, your short right hook slammed into my chin with perfect timing. My head snapped backward from the impact, and for a split second, my vision tilted. My balance faltered, I staggered back a step, my stance buckling as I instinctively raised my arms in a tight guard. Your left jab came in fast, aiming for my nose, but I blocked it with both forearms. The impact still pushed me slightly, and I felt the sweat splash off my own gloves as your jab glanced off. Breathing through my mouth, I stayed behind my guard, blinking the wobble from my legs. Gritting my teeth, I quickly shifted my weight and countered. I swung a left hook toward your exposed right side, trying to slam my glove into your ribs. Before you could react, I followed up with a right hook aimed directly at your puffed up left eye. The same one that’s been swelling for quite some time now. I was trying to hurt you there, make that eye swell shut by the end of the fight. My feet adjusted as I threw that hook, setting my weight under me again, ready to pivot or block whatever came next.

Nasyarina: R3 0:10

Roger_Lewis: Stepping back, my short right hook tagged your chin, snapping your head to the side, and making your pony tail bounce. My left jab pounds your guard as you block it but drives into it hard, and eventually hits your mouth. Your legs wobble slightly but you do not stay back. Your left hook drives into my right side thudding into it and forcing air from my lips. My guard comes down slightly just reflexively. Your right glove then pounds my left eye snapping my head to the side and forcing my eye to swell a bit more. The puffing around it starting to impact my vision out of it. You get your legs back under you now. I am still breathing hard and a bit rattled from the round. I am about to step into you, DING DING DING!!! the bell rings ending round 3 and my gloves just drop and hang at my sides, my mouth open as i am taking in deep breaths and My left eye 30% closed. My face red and flush as i look at you, my eyes finding yours before i turn and start to walk back to my corner.....

Roger_Lewis: R3 0:00

Nasyarina: My left hook slammed into your ribs, just under your arm. I felt it land deep, forcing a grunt out of you as your body twitched from the impact. Your guard dropped, just a little, but it was enough. My right glove came up next, and I threw it with everything I had left in this exchange. It crashed into the side of your face, smashing flush against your left eye. I could feel the thump travel through my wrist as your head jerked from the hit. You staggered slightly, your breathing louder now, and I didn’t miss the way that eye was starting to close. The skin around it puffed up more, the swelling rising fast. That's what i'd like to see... I took a step back to reset my stance. My chest rose and fell, sweat running down the middle of my stomach. You were still in front of me, breathing hard, but I could see the fight in you hadn’t gone out yet. Then the bell rang. I let my arms fall to my sides. My eyes stayed locked on you for a moment longer, watching the flush across your face, the way your chest rose and fell with every breath. That eye of yours, half swollen now. I smirked and gave you quick wink before finally turning away. I walked toward my corner, and leaned back into the post, letting the sweat trail down my back. One glove resting on my thigh, the other hanging over the ropes.

(TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2, because it's too long, I had to split the whole match in two...)