Total Kombat League

 Harriet: Packed house at the underground club, the main attraction are two young fighters with a losing record. For many of the devotees of topless boxing 🥊 in the audience, the question can be not who’s best but who’s worse. Those questions elude me. I’m fighting to regain my confidence and this Pinky seems to be my one-way ticket to redemption. These thoughts cross my mind as I wait for the bell, 5’3”, 114 lbs 34 b/c, 23 yo topless in red trunks trimmed in white, 8 oz red gloves

 Harriet:

 Pinky_Orange: I emerge from behind the curtain, some music is blaring, it's not mine, but whatever, the exchange rate is right, so I step into the ring. I grab every offer, because my balance sheet is really shitty and I can't do anything else. I walk slowly through the audience, my bare breasts bouncing, 34c, 22j, 158cm, 63kg, I'm wearing black shorts, red gloves, waving and shaking some hands that are reaching out to me. I step into the ring and glance over at you briefly, twist the corners of my mouth and go to my corner.

Pinky_Orange:

 Harriet: Ginger is roughly my age and height but some 25 lbs heavier. DING 🛎️ The moment of truth is here; we bump gloves in mid ring and the cruel dance begins as I bob and weave around you light on my toes and eyes 👀 fixed on you, ready to respond

 Pinky_Orange: I raise my fists and move towards you, moving lightly on my toes, watching you and throwing a left jab at your guard to test the distance. I dance around, throw two more left jabs at your gloves, then sidestep and try to land a right hook to your ribs.

 Harriet: Pinky is cautious maybe even restless testing my distance with lefts to my gloves only to thump a stiff right hook to the ribs that makes me wince and leaves a red welt at my left side. Not a bad start for a redhead subbie, i think on my feet as I twist inside a left/right hook combo to the hinge of the jaw over your extended right. The fight is on!

 Pinky_Orange: I feel myself hitting your ribs hard and I can see it in your face too. I'm going to knock this lightweight out of the ring, I think to myself. It's finally my turn to win, and then the paychecks will get bigger. My hook leaves the right side of my head exposed for a moment, and you land a left-right combination to my chin. I can block the left with my glove, but for the right, I just have to pull my head back and turn it slightly away. Still, your punch grazes my chin and I take two steps back. I raise my fists protectively in front of my face.

 Harriet: Bitch blocks and guards like a fucking pro frustrating my jabs. But when you raise your fists to protect your face you leave your perky huneys exposed and I aim a swift left right left right at your strikingly erect nipples mmmmmm

 Pinky_Orange: I retreat, but you immediately follow up, bending me forward to minimize the target area, my arms in double cover in front of my body. Damn, that bitch is fast. I can feel that you are technically superior to me, but I believe that my weight could still help me. I just have to hit her really hard. You hit me again and your hooks strike my breasts, which swing wildly back and forth. I yelp and cling to you, landing short hooks on your ribs.

 Harriet: Your dancing tits take my breath away then so does your body pressed to mine — equally sized assets in combat, stiff nipples dueling as I lift my warm right thigh to your swollen cameltoe and tongue 👅 your ear in a deep suctioning spiral

 Pinky_Orange: I feel you approaching and tense up a little. Are you trying to distract me or confuse me? I push you away and punch you hard with my right uppercut under your left breast, making it bounce and jiggle violently.

Harriet: Maybe a little of both. But you repay my attentions harshly, sending my puppy flying up in pain as I stumble back in utter disarray

 Pinky_Orange: You stumble back and I immediately follow up. Push your hands to the side with your left and hit you with a right cross to the head. Then another hook to your ribs and a left straight aimed at your nose.

 Harriet: Pinky comes to her own and the crowd roars with astonished glee as she swivels my head with the right bruises my ribs further with a thudding hook and draws first blood 🩸 flattening my nose 👃 with a stiff left that puts me promptly on the back foot, the disbelieving crowd now chanting your name

Pinky_Orange: I can see from your incredulous look that I've hit you hard. You retreat, now purely on the defensive. I immediately follow up, shouting "Pinky... Pinky..." louder and louder. I push you back with both hands, pinning you in the corner, and then start working on your bare tits. I go into the clinch with my head down and throw short hooks at your tits, your ribs, short, quick punches. My head is close to your shoulder, protecting it from your blows.

Harriet: Whatever possessed me to take on this cruel Pinky bitch thinking it was going to be a cakewalk to victory??? You shove me dismissively to the turnbuckle and start pummeling my smaller tits viciously then clinch me tight pressing your bigger pair to mine, my petite nipples sharp as diamonds indent your bigger ones into the breast gland painfully as you bruise my ribs and i start pelting the mushroomed sides of your milk sacs with punishing lefts and rights

 Pinky_Orange: I push you into the corner of the ring and work your body in the clinch with left and right hooks. I lean against you so that you don't have much freedom of movement. "Well, bitch, everything okay with you? Enjoy the view, soon you'll be seeing everything from below," I growl at you, but then you hook my breasts, they fly and slap against each other. I yelp and step back, trying to cover my breasts.

Harriet: Smile broadly: “So you can dish it out but can’t take it, eh?” I follow you back intently and — as you cover your bruised huneys leaving your dome exposed — I try and clock you with sharp left-right hooks to the hinge of the jaw

 Pinky_Orange: I yelp when you hit my breasts and let go of you, backing away and holding my breasts. That was a big mistake. You hit me on the head, and it flies around from your blows. My saliva splatters against you, and I stagger into the rope, wrapping my arms around it so I don't fall, breat ything heavily and looking at you with glassy eyes.

 Harriet: I see you draped on the ropes and my petite nipples (wet from your saliva) pucker with brazen delight as I mock you — opening my arms wide — “Not so tough now, eh Pinky?”

 Pinky_Orange: I'm breathing heavily and my vision is a little blurry, but I can clearly hear your mockery. You spread your arms, thinking I'm already done for, but I push myself off the rope again, swing my arm at you and hit you squarely on your right nipple, your little tit pressed flat against your ribs, and I hit your other breast just as hard. "I'm not going down that easy, bitch," I growl at you.

 Harriet: I never learn not to give a sucker an even break, even one with a dismal record. It’s said the hardest punch for a woman to sustain is a stiff shot to an erect nipple: I’ll vouch for that as my mouth 👄 makes the familiar O of agOny with your first punch dropping my guard and turning my legs to jelly, then the second — equally brutal — bringing me down like a ton of bricks 🧱 before you, my bowed head pressed to your trunks, the tart fragrance of your musk flaring my nostrils 👃 as the count begins: 1 … 2 … 3 … 4 …

 Pinky_Orange: I hit your hard nipples brutally hard, it's your own fault, you stupid slut, how can you be so naive and present yourself so openly? You fall to the floor screaming and lie there for a long time. You can see your heavy breathing, how your stomach rises and falls rapidly. The count begins... 5... 6... I stand in my corner and look down at you. Is that all there is to it?

Harriet: I scramble to my feet fueled by your insolence but still smaller breasts throbbing as I beat the count find my distance and spit back: “Not a chance! You’re going down, Pinky,”

 Pinky_Orange: I see you scrambling to your feet, standing somewhat unsteadily. "Haven't you had enough yet, little girl? I'll punch your tits in. You should have stayed down." I raise my arms and go for you again, pushing your arms up with my left hand and landing a right hook to your stomach. Your guard opens up a little and I follow up with an uppercut under your right breast. Then I push you back.

Harriet: Playing with your food now as you lift my arms up drilling a nasty hook to the guts that brings up bits of my last meal to the mouth and I fold at the waist pained, exhaling on your bigger pair before your modest bicep swells and I paingasm from the left uppercut that painfully lifts my pummeled right tit to its limit and …drapes me on the turnbuckle, drops of cream dotting my inflamed right nipple now crowned with goosebumps as I sag

 Pinky_Orange: I send you into the ropes with my hooks against your chest, see you gagging and soften up. Not that you spit your food at me, that would be really disgusting. "What's up, Harriet? You wanted to be the strong one, or did I get that wrong? So you meant yourself when you said 'loser'? Okay, let's continue." You're hanging on the rope and I punch your small breasts again, then a cross to your chin. I look at you, you're hardly fighting back, and I step back, waiting for you to give up.

 Harriet: I’m torn between the harsh unrelenting pain you’re inflicting and the humiliation of losing — and badly — to a floozy boxer with a dispiriting record. Armed with what little resistance I’ve left (plus what’s left of my pride) I bolt into you with a lunge — going for broke, tit to tit — drilling your own nubs with a spirited flurry of corkscrew left right left right throwing caution to the wind, woman to woman, tit to tit

Pinky_Orange: I see you hanging on the rope, what a pathetic boxer, I laugh at you and put my arms on my hips, lean toward you, "You better give up, little one, you're just too weak and too bad," I laugh at you when you suddenly lunge at me, I never would have expected that in a million years, you catch me completely off guard. You press your small, firm breasts against mine and a wild flurry of punches rains down on me. Before I can react, you've already hit me several times and I stagger back, dizzy, my knees weak, my arms falling limply to my sides.

Harriet: Your stagger back toward the ropes, arms flailing limply at the sides. I’ve two choices to try to go north, use your head as a speedbag or continue mauling your bigger bullies. In a sadistic frame of mind I aim for the second option hooking vicious lefts and rights to your plump milk sacs as I follow you back in a frenzy

 Pinky_Orange: Your sudden attack really hit me hard and I'm badly shaken, Torkle, falling like a rag doll, my arms hanging limply, swinging powerlessly. You wildly beat my breasts, left, right... left, right. They swing and bounce violently, slapping against each other. I scream in pain, stagger and roll my eyes, struggling not to fall.

Harriet: Your back to the ropes i clinch your head stuffing your face in my cleavage pleasuring my twins by slapping your trapped face left and right … “Just hang in there Pinky, payback time!” I chortle in your ear 👂

Pinky_Orange: I stagger dazedly and now you have an easy game, then you grab my head and press it between your breasts, slap them in my face again and again, I hang heavily on you and can hardly stand, drooling on your breasts.

Harriet: Wipe your saliva on my breasts with your face as you hang on the ropes like laundry 🧺 Pull back, measuring you well and summoning the last vestiges of my energy I launch 🚀 from the hip a sizzling right uppercut to your unguarded chin looking to knock you clean out of the ring thru the middle ropes now bowing at your back

Pinky_Orange: I stagger helplessly, unable to defend myself anymore. Now you know how I ended up in this miserable situation. You stare at me, swing back, and punch me under the chin with full force. "Urrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggg," I scream, and my head flies back, saliva spraying from my mouth in a high fountain, and I knock the rope off the ring, fall out, and roll onto my stomach. I lie there lifeless, knocked out.

 Harriet: The ref doesn’t bother to count and lifts my arm in victory. The End?

 Pinky_Orange: end