World Titboxing Organization

Ryona: An exclusive club for extraordinary, tough, bloody fights... little audience... high stakes... no rules... I sit in my locker room and hear the voice of the organizer... "Today we are in for some very special carnage... the fight for the heavyweight title.... and here is the challenger... from Germany... 227pounds... RIIIIIOOOOOOONNAAAAAAAAAAA

Ryona: I enter the club... the people boo me... I climb through the ropes and rub the bottom rope on my pussy... I put my hands up in the air and go to my corner... lick my lips and wait for my opponent...

 I step out into the roaring crowd and make my way to the ring, slipping through the ropes as my heavy tits swing over the bands. I raise a glove to the crowd and lock eyes with you, snarling and glaring viciously as I take my corner, rubbing my barely covered pussy in my skin tight slip of purple thong.

Ryona: I'm impressed when you get into the ring... I didn't know exactly what to expect today, but now I'm really impressed... My knockers almost seem to burst, they're so full... I rub my gloves over the huge melons and meet your gaze... "I thought you didn't dare Russian cunt!" I taunt you...

DING!!!

"BOX!!!" The announcer screams over the mic sending my heart racing as I wade across the open canvas to meet you.Ryona: I come up to you and then we stand face to face... You tower over me and in your face I see hatred and determination... our tits smack together and we stare at each other... I hit a light jab on your right tit and grin... "I'm going to milk you dry, you pisshead!"

Ryona: "OH JAAA... Amelia is our champ" screams the organizer into the mic... "She knows where to do it! Ladies: Don't forget: No rounds... no rules... The winner is the one who gets to her feet last! What's going on Ryona? Problems?" Fuck yes, I have problems... a jet of milk gushes out of my nipples as you squeeze my knockers... I shriek briefly and step back a little... Then I pull out and hit you with a right hook to your jaw... "Fucking whore!"

PurePugilism: The rules are simple and the fighting brutal in the Ironwoman Heavyweight Championship bouts. There's almost never any blocking or dancing around and the only hint of ring craft is the savage crashing of huge chiseled bodies slamming each other back and forth across the tiny 10x10 ring where there is no room to run and the fighters are always close to the ropes. I nail you with my hook, driving you back as your mashed mound sprays. I step into you and you crank my head with a savage cry beating my vision into a blinding flash of white as sweat and spit splatter the canvas. I bite down on my mouthguard hard making the white rubber slip squeak in protest as I fire a heavy right overhand into your nose. "Eat this slut!"

Ryona: UNGHHHHH... My head snaps back and my nose cracks... FUCKKKKK... The audience roars with delight... I land in the ropes of the tiny ring and am immediately thrown back again... I roar with rage and slam an uncontrolled right hook to your chin and then ram a mighty uppercut to your left tit.... The milk splashes after the hit and some of it splashes in my face.... MMMHHHHH... I lick it up and then I hit you with several hooks in your stomach... "Grab the German cunt" yell your fans

PurePugilism: I feel your head bounce off my glove as blood spurts down across your lips in a heavy stream of crimson that coats your upper lip, splashes down your chin and starts dripping onto your bouncing pink tits as you crash into the ropes. The crowd is going wild, their bloodlust and arousal filling the dim arena as we fucking maul each other like a pair of caged animals. You rock back into as I wade forward, catching my jaw with another heavy right hand that rocks me making my head spin wildly as my head sags and lols on my thick shoulders. My fists dip to my chest and you hammer the underside of my left udder, lifting my mound up and sending it crashing into my face drawing a trickle of blood from my left nostril as a creamy shower of frothy milk erupts into the air, slashing on your cheeks and in your hair as my own milk coats my face getting in my eyes and clinging to my cheeks. I rock forward and you stop me with a barrage of heavy hooks to my body, punishing my rock hard core. Your gloves bounce off my tight muscles with sharp meaty smacks that cut through the roar of the crowd. I grunt and gag and bend, my heavy tits resting on top of your lowered head for a moment before I hear the cries from the audience. I shovel a nasty right handed uppercut straight into your left nipple and flow into second right uppercut aimed for jaw to bounce you off the ropes. As you reel I throw my weight into you, slamming my chest into yours as our tits explode in a messy wave of milk and agony. As we crash into the ropes pressed together I wrap my arms round your shoulders to pin your gloves at your side and drive my knee up into your pussy as I slide a glove up to your head to shove your face between my orbs.

Ryona: The impact is terrible as you throw yourself on me with all your weight...we crash into the ropes and they almost break... Blood sweat and our cream splashes in a high arc through the ring into the rows of spectators... God damn it... you got me... you're pushing me... you beat me up... then pain explodes in my pussy and I scream loudly... the scream is stifled as you press my face into your mountains... we cling with all our strength and you roar like an animal... I almost run out of air and panic... I free my arms and ram my gloves into your ribs, into your liver in hand-to-hand combat... sweat spurts...

Ryona: A cut bursts open and warm blood spurts into the ring... You are incredible... this is how a true champion fights, but I can feel the hate pumping through my body... My eye is swollen shut, but I survived your attack...I swat your arm away and lunge... a mighty uppercut crashes against your chin and you fall backwards... the ring floor shakes as your body hits the ground... I gasp and tears are in my eyes... "Get up... Get the fuck up!" I screech... "I'm not done with you yet..." "Don't worry" yells a fan... "She's not done yet!" I cling to the rope, panting with exertion

PurePugilism: Intense pain explodes in my skull and everything goes black as your fist plows into my chin, cranking my head back violently as sticky strands of blood and spit fling from my puckered lips amidst a cloud of sweat drops that hangs in the air above the ring. My elbows tuck to my ribs and my gloves cross in front of my leaking red orbs, the forearms squeezing my melons together making them spew jets of milk and drops of blood onto your chest as I fall back landing ass first with a thunderous crash that shakes the whole ring violently.

As I land my ass hits before anything else, my legs splayed and raised and my torso propped up above the canvas for a brief moment before my whole body flops down splayed out and unconscious. I come to quickly bringing pain back into focus as I feel my aching, throbbing tits and the fresh cut you tore into my chin leaking warm blood down my neck and across my tits. I open my eyes to the loud thump of your bloody gloves pounding together and see your hate filled face glaring down at me filling me with a primal rage. This weak bitch, this ugly German whore thinks she can call herself a boxer. 

"I'm going to rip your tits off." I growl, my voice low and edged with savage hate. I roll over, my battered tits screaming in pain as they flatten and dump puddle of cream and blood onto the canvas, my mammaries tearing inside under my own weight. But nothing matters except hurting you. I press the bloody knuckles of my gloves into the canvas and peel my chest up off the hard floor with a slurping squelch, strands of milk stretching from my nipples and snapping as I rise to my feet. I bring my gloves up and pound them together with a deafening leathery pop. "Bring it little girl."

I taunt you with a wave of my gloves and hold my fists splayed to the sides of my tits signaling that I'm intending to block anything. You step into range and I throw three blistering straights into your nipples. Jab, cross, jab. sinking my fists into your right jug twice and your left once as we close. Then I stuff my left glove in your face, grinding the heel of my hand into your broken nose as I shove your head back and plow two devastating right chops down into your purple left tit, slamming your battered melons together as I try to ram my fist through your tits.

Ryona: I stand over you, panting, grinning wickedly as you lie on the ground... my tits hurt horribly and I cover them with my right arm... Milk drips onto the ring floor as I see you come back up... I'm not even trying to block, because you're falling over me and I'm waiting for you... the impact of your fists make me scream... My nose is about to explode...I feel your hatred, your energy, but I'm fighting back... I hit like a wrecking ball on your rib cage... CRACKKKK... and then I grab your left tit with my right and squeeze... A gush of milk shoots out and I laugh... I hit another uppercut to your tit and then another to your chin... Then I step back and whirl around a roundhouse kick hits your temple

PurePugilism: I smear blood across your face as the busted cartilage of your broken nose cracks and slurps under my leathery palm. As you bend I maul your tit with two heavy shots but you fight through the pain, rage and adrenaline fueling your strikes as you bash my ribs and grab hold of my tit. Your strong hand crushes my tenderized flesh making the red meat spill out around your glove as milk and blood spray. I scream and squirt, my pussy quivering and and clenching as the overwhelming pain wracks my body. You pound my other tit with an uppercut that tears my flesh leaving a nasty gash torn into the undercurve of my right tit. Then you nail my chin sending me rocking back. My neck swells and strains and my thick shoulders bulge, veins popping out across my neck and chest as I hold myself upright. You spin and your leg comes up for a high kick. I duck and tackle you with my arms around your raised leg and back and the other glove grabbing your ass, lifting you and driving you into the cornerpost

All my weight slams into you, crushing your body into the hard steel pole as I drop your raised leg down on the top rope and plow my fist into your cunt. Then I grab your head in both gloves and spit in your face before headbutting you. As your head bounces off the pole I crank back my left fist and start unloading hooks into your eye and jaw.

Ryona: You fight like an animal but I know how to fight dirty and I love it... You beat me like a savage and pain explodes in my body... Blood drips from my nose... I'm fixed in the corner and I feel the post in my back...The steam hammer hits my face... Again and again... the crowd roars... You beat my face to a pulp... I keep trying to block punches and score myself... We beat each other up for minutes... I lick your snot off my face and spit it back... I'm pushing you back... then I'm back at the post... the ropes are tightening... the posts crunch...

PurePugilism: Blood and sweat splatters our faces and busted tits and the thin soaked leather of our gloves as we maul each other in a brutal barrage of non stop bombs. You tear open my right brow, blood cascading over my eye socket and the growing swollen lump half closing that eye. You rip a small cut under my left eye, squishing the puffy red flesh with a sickening squelch as the stretched skin tears against the bottom curve of my eye socket, painting my left cheek crimson. Your fist splits my lips and pops my nose... but I keep hammering you relentlessly, mangling your face and bouncing your skull of the post over and over again. When the slugging finally breaks you blind me with your spit and shove me back... but you don't follow, sinking back into the corner. I spit blood on the canvas and shake my spinning head, wading into you with a growl. "You're mine cunt..." I plow both my fists into the sides of your tits at the same time, squeezing the hot swollen flesh so hard you spew jets of milk and blood. Then I grab your wrists and drop my weight on top of you, smothering you between my mangled tits.

Ryona: It hasn't been a fight for a long time... it's a slaughter... when you grab me and press my face into your tits I can't think anymore... just panic and rage... I push against you... push against you with all my might... I tear my hands free and clutch your plump ass... I roar as I yank my head back and lift you up... Higher... for seconds... then I lunge forward and ram you into the ring floor... it breaks with a terrible crunch... I have you on the ground and I'm enthroned above you...

Ryona: My eyes are swollen shut and blood is dripping onto your mighty body... I cover your tits with blows... your face... then I rise up and back away into a corner... I breathe heavily and hear the roar of people from afar... "Have you had enough, whore?" I gurgle and spit blood. I lower my head and then raise it again... I jump... I fly and then I land on you, elbow first... my elbow sinks into your flesh... I lie on top of you... Fuck... Fucking hell... the screams of the audience die out...

PurePugilism: I feel your arms close around me, your thick corded muscles swelling and straining, veins bulging along your thick biceps as you lift me off the canvas and send our combined weight slamming into the wooden floor with horrible deafening crack as the wood buckles beneath our weight. I gag a ragged wheezing gasp as all the air is driven from my lungs. I feel your legs close around my hips as your drooling pussy leaks on my abs. Your fists plow down into my tits, popping my purple mounds as milk and blood dumps onto the sundered floor, pooling on the cold concrete below. Then you shut my right eye completely and break my nose leaving me reeling and sobbing as you stand and leap back on top of me with a devastating elbow carrying all your weight down into my horribly mangled left breast, tearing the soft swollen flesh as blood pools beneath me. You lay on top of me, chest to chest and tit to tit as I writhe and sob. I wrap my left arm around your waist, hooking the thumb of my glove under the band of your thong, gripping it tight as I desperately plow my elbow into your blind, mangled left eye over and over again trying to roll you over on your back to mount your hips and pin you down.

Ryona: I grab your elbow after the first desperate blows and twist it with a jerk... I fight you and I'm still on top of you... I don't back off... your arm falls to your side and my hands close around your throat... I stare at you with one eye and squeeze hard...

PurePugilism: Your thin gloves close around my throat, shutting my windpipe and cutting off my ragging panting. I was already short on air, unable to draw full breaths with your weight pinning my cracked ribs down, and in seconds my lungs are screaming. I swing my weakening fists at your face desperately, beating and uselessly clawing at your torn flesh with the smooth blood slick knuckles of my gloves, my hands sliding off your face each time. I pull my upper body up while still sitting on you... I can feel your resistance weakening... I bite into my glove and tear it open... then I get rid of the second one...my thighs press around your hips and my hands close around your throat again... "With my bare hands! Fucking whore! With my bare hands" I gasp in bloodlust and press harder to.... "Give up or you die" I screech

PurePugilism: I fight to beat you off me with everything I have left, but my body is too broken and spent to fight you off. I'm fading fast... and then you tear off your gloves and close my throat again with a more sure grip with your bare hands locked around my neck. There's nothing I can do. My head is too muddled with fear and pain to think. I buck my hips into you but you don't budge. I pull at your wrists but can't break your grip... I'm going to die if I pass out and consciousness is quickly slipping away from me. Out of options and fading fast I tap your arm frantically, signaling my defeat.

Ryona: I shriek with pleasure as you give up... I jam my knee into your stomach and straighten up... I gasp and laugh maniacally... It's quiet in the hall... "Until only one more gets up?" I screech... then I grab your hair and pull you up... I hold you with one hand and then I give you a cracking uppercut... It crunches as it hits your chin and then you fall to the ground like a tree... I lean into the ropes and yank one arm up... FUCKING....