Well I've been getting quite a few requests to post some of my boxing exploits and I'm hoping this is the right place to do this.
Well I guess there's no better way to start than at the beginning. About 3yrs ago I got into boxing, at first as an aerobic exercise to stay in shape but I wouldn't have any idea it would become more than that. Well I was working out at the gym as usual and there was this other girl there, a real rich stuck up dirty blond bitch who had all the guys ogling her, who was also doing boxing to stay in shape. I've never talked to her, never had interaction with her at all, I just would watch her punch the heavy bag and have all the guys wrapped around her finger to help with anything. Well I was punching the heavy bag and she was two or three bags beside me also working the heavy bag when one of the guys told her how good beautiful she looked and how good at boxing she was. A couple other guys came over to her telling her the same thing and that she should try boxing for real. She laughed and said if they got her an opponent she'd consider it and that's where I came in. One of the guys approached me and asked me if I'd box her, I thought he was joking at first but he was serious. I told him I'd think about it as I was leaving the gym thinking it'd all blow over the next day, but it didn't and I found myself confronted by the same guys with the same proposal. I agreed thinking it would be harmless.
Next thing I knew I was in my usual workout attire of a sports bra and shorts with black gloves on in the gyms boxing ring standing across from the rich bitch smiling at me chatting up with the guys in her corner. They put our mouthpieces in and then one of the guys jumped into the ring and motioned for us to come together. He told us the the fight was going to be 5 3min rounds and the rules, though I think he was just making them up because no ref after that ever put them the way he did, and told us to touch gloves. The second we touched gloves, she sucker punched me right in the face! I stumbled back, tears welling in my eyes from the impact of her glove on my nose and thought, that fucking cxnt just sucker punched me! Before I could hit her, the guy told us to return to our corners for the bell. Only thing on my mind in my corner was to get her back hard.
The instant he said fight we charged at each other mid-ring and it was just sloppy slugging. We were just hitting each other as hard as we could, no blocking, no dodging, just raw toe to toe slugging. The difference was in our bodies, I could see that every time I hit her body she'd hop up in pain and let out a whimper of pain. When the first round ended I could see her complaining to her boy toys in her corner and all I had a smile on my face, thinking this was going to be easy. 2nd round she proved she wasn't going to make it easy for me at all. We met once again mid-ring and I just started tapping my glove against her body, just to watch her wince. I was smiling and even chuckled, but my smile turned to shock when she landed right jab right to left breast! I couldn't believe it, that cheating bitch, and then she followed up with an uppercut to my right breast and I was in pain like I couldn't believe. I back pedaled right into the ropes covering my chest, leaving myself open for to just lay it on me thick with punches to the face and body. I just sat in the ropes and soaked up the punishment, so long as she left my tits alone I didn't care. Before I knew it, she caught me with right uppercut right on my chin snapping my head back. I just looked straight up into the light, my mouth sagged open and my legs turned to jelly as I just collapsed to belly on the canvas. She knocked me down! I couldn't fucking believe it, but didn't know just happened either. I could hear the guy counting and when he got to 5 I decided to get my shit together and get up fast. The guy looked at me asked if I was ok, I nodded and before I could beat that blond bitch down he signals the end of the 2nd round.
I just sat in my corner staring at her angrily and all she did was talk it up with her boys, smile, and laugh. I wanted to avenge that knockdown, I HAD to. We're signaled for the 3rd round and I just charge her, my right hand cocked back and then BAM! I struck her with probably my hardest right hook to her face. She let out an audible frightened scream as the blow caught her by surprise and knocked her into her own corner. I wasted no time in just hammering away at her body with right and left jabs, just pure anger was on my mind. She was trying to cover up and when she did, I'd just tag the right side of her face as a reminder. Before the round was over I was starting to lose my steam and she took advantage of that and landed a cheap right hand to my crotch! It hurt like you wouldn't believe(yes guys, it does hurt us down there maybe not as much as you, but it does) and the 3rnd ended shortly after that. I was still holding my crotch with one glove in my corner as I saw her visibly shaken in her corner, no longer smiling, she was just sweating hard and so was I, but I was tired as hell going all out against her. 4th round comes around and just walk slowly to the center ring, just popping one another at first with weak jabs, but when you're tired it gets the job done and before you knew it we collapsed into a clinch. Our sweaty bodies struggling for dominance, gloves beating down our backs, still trying to do damage. I remember hearing her crying and asking me why won't I just go down and I remember asking her the same question. The guy didn't break us apart, he was probably enjoying our sweaty embrace as much as every other guy there. That's pretty much all we did up until the end of the 4th round when the guy finally broke us apart.
5th and final round, I knew I had to make this count. We walked out again meeting center ring and strikes first with a jab to my face again, knocking my head back probably my sweat went flying, then followed up with and left hook to my face. My legs were becoming like jelly again, I hated that feeling. I could hear her breathing hard, taking deep gulps of air. She had paused for the moment, I guess she felt I would go down on my own, bad move. I jabbed at her body lightly and could hear her breathy moans loud and clear, and then I followed up with an uppercut to her chin. The sweat flew from her hair as her head snapped back, but she was still standing so I decided to give her a right hook right on the mouth. As my glove connected with face I saw her mouthpiece emerge from her lips before popping free into the air along with a trail of spit and sweat mixed into the air. Her head shook around and her legs finally gave, but not before she went to clinch with me. I felt her arms go around me and I was too tired to struggle, but she was done as she was sliding down my body. Right when her face got to my belly button she was on her knees looking up at me and I took a few steps back and let her fall on her face out cold. The guys looked stunned and excited at what just happened to their favorite girl as the one guy in the ring began counting slowly and reached 10.
The guy raised my hand and I just wanted to step out of the ring and clean the sweat off me, but not before another guy approached me and told me I did pretty good boxing that "amateur" as he put it. This is the guy who would become my future manager as he offered me a deal in amateur boxing in NJ, said he'd train me and what not. Given the rush I experienced in that fight I was sold and gave him the go. And that's the story of my first time boxing and how I got into it.
BD Jen , Thank for posting this story. Do you think that you might turn pro in boxing ?
pete
Fantastic detail Jen, thanks for sharing with us. Would have been a good one to see!
Ray
I think my time for going pro has passed me Pete. Haha. Besides I watch those pro female boxers and many of them have been fighting longer than me and are in far better shape, I think. I'd have a rough time mixing it up with them.
And thanks guys for enjoying it, maybe I'll a few other more interesting ones. ;)
That was awesome. Thankyou for sharing and being honest. Ever though of going pro??
Quote from: kennedyfan01 on October 07, 2009, 10:58:54 PM
That was awesome. Thankyou for sharing and being honest. Ever though of going pro??
At one point I did actually. But it came to my schooling or boxing and I chose school over the idea of becoming pro. If I got hurt or something and wasn't able to box, there goes my career right there. So I stuck with school.
Jen, thanks for sharing your beginning with us. I do have to question the sanity and or eyesight of those guys though. To hell with the stuck up rich bitch, my eyes would have been on you from the minute you walked in.
Quote from: Big Mike on October 10, 2009, 03:45:31 PM
Jen, thanks for sharing your beginning with us. I do have to question the sanity and or eyesight of those guys though. To hell with the stuck up rich bitch, my eyes would have been on you from the minute you walked in.
Heeheehe, thanks that means so much to me. If you guys want I'll some more of my real fight stories with you guys.
BD Jen , Yes please post more.
pete
Great story Jen. Good job in your first fight!
I guess I'll talk about my first amateur fight. After the guy saw me put that blond down he trained me in boxing to refine my "crude skills" as he put it. Almost a month later I had my first real amateur fight and it was a lot different than the fight I had with the blond. For starters we had to weigh in and it was odd standing in a room with a scale and an official while you're wearing nothing but a sports bra and panties and your opponent is wearing the same thing in the same room. My opponent was this Hispanic girl with long black hair, about my height(5'3) and weighed in at 112lbs, this was also her first amateur fight as well so I felt pretty good that she might be experiencing the same thing I was. After that I got changed for the fight, but it was different than just throwing on gloves and trunks. I had to wear a groin protector for one thing which was pretty cold against my crotch, even if I was wearing panties, and headgear which felt awkward. I just imagined my opponent was feeling the same thing.
We stepped out to the center ring for instructions, 5 3min rounds, touched gloves and returned to our corners. I could feel my heart beating in my chest, this was my first amateur fight, and it somehow felt knew to me but also familiar you know? The bell for the first round springs and we both sprang up and paced mid-ring to meet. We just exchanged some simple jabs to the face and body, each one of us just poking one another to get a feel for the other, disregarding defense as our gloves hit one another and the sound of our grunts and the leather smacking our bodies was heard. 2nd round was pretty much the same thing, except we were really pounding away at each others bodies and heads, going for that quick KO but it never came. We stared into each others eyes hard as each punch landed, I could see her face was getting redder as sweat trickled down her face and I'm sure my face was showing just the same, but with neither of us flinching first till the bell rang ending our session. 3rd round she gave me her all I think coming out the aggressor and bullying me into my corner with hard jabs right into my body, just hammering away as I tried to defend myself, but she'd switch to hooking my body instead and all I could do was cover up, grunt, and at times moan when I felt her glove fit right into the pit of my stomach. I pushed her off and saw her face was bright red now and sweating hard as her breathing was heavier from the effort, she was tired now just as the bell rang I realized she seemed to have exhausted herself.
4th round she came out charging, but I moved to the side quickly and gave her a quick facial with a right jab straight to her face! I could see the sweat fly from her head as my glove smacked right into face and she stumbled back a bit, stunned. I made no hesitation to bully her back into her corner and give her body the same treatment she gave mine as hammered away with my hardest jabs and hooks of the match. I could hear her grunting and moaning loudly as my gloves hit her body and little specks of sweat flew from her body as well. I began to slow down though, not because I felt bad but because I was getting tired also. When that bell rang I just couldn't wait to sit in my corner and take a breather, but it wasn't enough. My trainer doused me cold water, trying to get me encourage me to finish this girl off and I'm sure my opponent was receiving the same talk since she was receiving the same treatment as me. 5th and final round came and we both got off our stools sluggish and wobbled mid-ring spitting jabs at each other, connecting to our drowzy faces as sweat flew and then we clinched. I think she wanted to clinch as much as I did because her arms draped around my back and mine around hers as if we were hugging, I could feel her warm breath on mine as she breathed heavily and I'm sure she could feel mine as well. We walked one another around in our embrace, trying to get the other into the ropes but the truth is we were both so hurt that we actually enjoyed this little break. The ref broke us up and she stumbled into the ropes, just laying there covered up and I just stumbled back and nearly fell on my ass. I saw her there in the ropes and waded in against my will and I could see her wet lips mouthing the words "no, no. no more, please" as tears ran down her cheeks mixing with her sweat. With each punch I landed to her body she let out a a loud "UAGH!" She quickly clinched with me, but the feeling wasn't mutual this time as I sunk my jabs into her body, watching her lips purse together in pain as she closed her eyes before I pushed her off into the ropes. I then went "headhunting" as I began throwing jabs and hooks at her head watching her head snap back and side to side, the sweat flying before she let out a spray of spit from a right hook and that's when I felt the sensation again. I saw her mouthpiece emerge from her lips and knew the KO was coming, I could almost smell it in the air. Another right hook to her head and she was done, her head snapping to the right her body went limp as it pressed against the ropes which repelled her forward falling helplessly face first onto the canvas. The ref pushed me to my corner as I watched, stunned at what was my first actual knockout in my amateur career. Her glazed eyes looking at me as I looked into hers and she began crying before spitting out her mouthpiece and the ref finished counting.
I couldn't believe it, but it was my first win in an actual amateur bout! I was so excited that I leaped from my corner hugging my trainer and then rushed to my opponent's corner, hugging her and congratulating her on a hard fought bought, kissing her on her sweaty forehead before celebrating again in the ring. It was one of the most exhilerating experiences of my career, my first real amateur win and by knockout as well!
This was great Jen. I hope you have more to tell us.
pete
Thanks pete and of course I've got more stories to tell. ;)
I think I got a few more to spare for you guys. Thanks for enjoying them so far. ;)
After my first fight and 2 others my trainer dropped me after being offered to train someone who had potential to go pro. So my best friend took me under her wing and trained. She was a tough girl, an undefeated bantamweight champ in NJ. She's the one who really taught me a lot of things.
Well after a couple of fights under my new trainer, I was having a falling out with another friend, Samantha. We were close, but kind of drifted apart to the point where we were at each others throats. Oddly enough we settled our differences in the ring. This was her first time boxing, while I had a couple of fights under my belt.
Here's a picture I found of Samantha back at her place when we were still friends.
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I was wearing blue headgear and blue gloves along with a black sports bra and matching trunks. She was wearing red headgear and gloves, white sports bra and plaid trunks. She was a bit taller than me and thicker in the waist, meaning she weighed more than me. From when we weighed in to when we touched gloves I can see the hatred in her eyes and I knew she could see it in mine as well. The fight was scheduled for 5rnds, but I only needed 4 for her.
First round we came out charging mid-ring, she was swinging wild hooks looking to connect but never did as I bobbed and weaved inside her, jabbing at that soft gut of hers. I could her grunting with each punch landing before clinching with me in desperation and frustration. She was my back with her gloves, cursing in my ear about how much she hated, but I still kept hitting her soft gut from the sides till the ref broke us apart and we repeated the dance again of wild hooks and inside jabs till the end of the round. Second round was a repeat, with the exception that she caught my chin with a wild right hook, sending me down on my ass. She leaped around and ran to the neutral corner as if she won the damn fight. I took a 5 count and she rushed me shortly as I rose, so I nailed her face in with straight jab causing her nose to bleed and then hooking her head left and right before the end of the round, screaming at her "HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT!" As we took our break and prepared for the 3rd I saw her face was beginning to bruise and swell, nose dripping blood. 3rd round she got off her stool slowly, more careful now. I jumped in there and began forcing her back into her corner with a barrage of right and left hooks to her head and the occasional jab to her gut, I could hear her grunting more loudly now. I landed a couple more hard punches to her gut and she began spitting up blood mixed with her spit. I didn't stop when I knocked her mouthpiece clean off her teeth, blood, spit and sweat spraying in a mist. I kept hitting her, until the ref pulled me off her. She was crying now, hurt bad but still willing to continue as she got another mouthpiece in. Lucky for her the bell saved her. 4th round, it was all I needed. Samantha was hurt badly, right eye closed shut as tears streamed down her cheeks, nose bleeding still, faced bruised and body as well. We fought mid-ring, I slowed the pace down for her but hit her with my hardest punches to the body and face. Then hammered a hard right uppercut landing right on her left breast and that's when I heard her scream in pain and agony as she clinched with me. I could hear her mumbling in my ear, telling me to go fuck myself. I landed a couple of hard short jabs into her gut as she coughed blood onto my backside. I shoved her off into the ropes and screamed at her to come at me as she cowered, gloves covering her face and gut . She then spat out her mouthpiece and shaking her head, crying "NO MORE!" Just like that, the ref waved off the fight.
Her faced lumped up beyond recognition, she had enough, but I didn't as I made my way to her corner yelling at her for being a dumb bitch to even consider fighting me. I think that was the definite end to our friendship.
Another excellent tale Jen. Did you ever see Sam after that? If so did she seem afraid of you? Or did you just stay as enemies and never really interacted?
We mostly remained enemies and never really interacted to be honest.
Great descriptions Jen... Thank you for your experiences :)
Jen , Thank for posting that story and I am glad that you won.
pete
Thanks for the feedback guys, it's making me blush a little. ;)
This one is, I guess your classic blond v brunette fight. This girl, Rachael, was one of the toughest opponents I've had and she's one of the few I consider my rival after having numerous bouts, both amateur and private. Here's a pic of her:
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We were an even match, same height and weight, couldn't have asked for a better rival I guess. lol. The fight was scheduled for 5 rounds. We were both wearing black headgear and gloves, I was wearing a matching top and trunks while Rachael was wearing purple top and trunks. Meeting mid-ring for instructions, the intense hate we had for each other would be the setting for the entire fight.
We shot right out of corners in round 1, just wailing away at each others slender hard bodies. Our faces pinched in pain as the hard leather connected and then moving out gloves upwards, connecting to the jaw and head. It was fast and furious toe to toe slugging and by the end of the round it left us a little exhausted as sweat dripped down our beat red faces. Second round was more of the same from the first, now we were really exhausted exhaling through our mouths between our mouthpieces. 3rd Round, more infighting. I could feel Rachael tiring as her punches weren't hitting as much and were landing lower and lower until she was punching my trunk line. Ref broke us apart, but not before she caught me with a lazy right hook to my chin that nearly sent me down on my ass. Now I was mad, I charged back in and punched at her trunk line as she punched mine. She retaliated with punches back to my trunk line and it was a matter of who'd flinch first I thought, but to my surprise she caught me with a short uppercut right left tit! The pain was so much, I let out a shriek and then a hard jab landed my right tit and I let out a loud moan of pain. I fell back into the ropes, covering up my tits as Rachael walked in smiling, I decided to land a right hook right on her left tit. I saw her smile turn into a frown and then capitalized with a right hook to her left breast. We then embraced each other in a little tussle before being broken up again at the end of the round.
4th round we were clinching and tit punching, with some hard shots to the body and trunk line. It mostly give and take throughout the round with clinches here and there. Our sweat glazed bodies felt warm against each other with each embrace, head resting onto our shoulder, heavy mouth breathing through wet lips. As we fit in punches inbetween clinches I could here her call me a slut, bitch, cxnt, etc with each blow I landed and I did the same. At one point I think the ref just gave us our breather and just let us clinch for the last 20sec of the 4th round. There was no punching, just pure embrace of our hot sweaty bodies touching and talking to one another as our mouths laid onto each others shoulders. 5th and Final round came and I knew I had to muster everything I had against Rachael and she knew as well. We fought with everything we had, each blow sending perspiration and sweat into the air. Punches to the body led to flecks of flying from them and savage punches to the head dizzied us as sweat sprayed in a mist from the blows. Finally we both threw our final punches. Rachael threw a right overhand hook and I did the same. And then in a spray of sweat and spit, I saw a mouthpiece come fluttering into the air. I looked up into the bright shrouded into the hazy mist of sweat and realized something horrifying, that was my mouthpiece! I had been knocked down...no worse, KNOCKED OUT! I felt my back hit the canvas hard, head bouncing from the impact. I struggled to move my legs, but they spasemed and then laid flat, arms couldn't move as they laid above my head, and my eyes were wide open. I began to cry as I saw Rachael stand over me smiling before the ref ushered her to the neutral corner and counted over me. I lost my first fight of my amateur career and it was a loss I was soon going to avenge.
Jen , Way I see it Rachael was lucky. I bet you were ready for her next time.
pete
Quote from: petelv on November 15, 2009, 07:03:17 AM
Jen , Way I see it Rachael was lucky. I bet you were ready for her next time.
pete
Well I course I was. I got a UD5 in our rematch and then a KO7 to settle the tie. Since then we've mostly had private bouts which I've won the majority of. ;)
I guess I'll share my third fight with Rachael. Like I said before our second bout ended in a draw after 5 rounds.
Me and Rach's next bout would be a couple fights apart and this time it was a 7 round fight, my first ever going past 5 and I believe Rachael's as well. We were also not wearing any protective headgear this time as well, unlike our other 2 fights. I was wearing a silver sports bra and black trunks while Rachael sported a red sports bra and red/blank trunks. We both wore red gloves for the fight.
1st round we tested each other out as always, light jabs to face and body nothing special. Guards up going with the punches. 2nd and 3rd round the pace picked up as we threw harder and faster punches in exchanges for our bodies being exposed, we didn't care because we've done this dance before. 4th round blood was spilled, more specifically mine! Me and Rachael got into a little tustle in a clinch and she head butted me, just above my left brow so I gave her a nice shiner for her right eye. But goddamn, that fucking headbutt stung like a bitch then and for the entire fight!
5th round I was feeling the headbutt still and thinking, "shit! can't get knocked out. can't get knocked out again!" As we boxed and I could tell she was tired as well as every punch I landed had her groaning in pain and she was mouth breathing heavy. Neither of us ever fought past 5 rounds before so this was all new to us. Rachael then scored a knocked down on me, the same way she knocked me out only this time my body wasn't willing to quit just yet. I got back up wobbled a bit and just before Rachael came back to finish me, the bell rang. "Thank god!" I thought.
Round 6 I got my second wind and a pep talk from my trainer Zlata. Beat that tired fucking blond senseless the entire 6th round as we moaned and groaned with each punch landing, sweat flying from her damp hair and spit from her moist lips. Worked on that shiner I gave, wanted to close that fucking eye. Big mistake as I was busy working on that eye, she scored a couple hits on the cut she gave me and reopened it. Now my face was covered in my own blood and all I gave her a swollen shut eye. Round 7 it was do or die and both of us knew it. Rachael came gunning for that cut on my face while I boxed wet body and face, her eye was closed so all I needed to do was find another spot on her beat until the end of the round. As we boxed though, I knew I needed a knockout to win though since already scored a knock down on me. Before I knew it I found myself in the ropes, my head being beat senseless against Rach's red gloves. "FUCK!" I thought, just fuck! I clinched with her briefly and then pushed her off. I saw Rachael cock back her right fists aiming for my head, so I fired a quick right jab aimed for his face nailing her right on that goddamn nose of hers! Broke that fucking big nose of hers and how did I know? The second my glove connected and loud audible crack was heard as blood spurted and then gushed from her nose. I watched as Rachael's eyes rolled up into the back of her head as she went limp and fell on her back, out cold.
For the moment I feared I might have killed her, but I could see her tits quivering as her chest was heaving. The ref counted her out and immediately her corner people rushed to bring her around. After that fight though we've had numerous private bouts, most of which I've won. We're even friend on facebook and myspace. lol
Jen , Thank you for posting you're third fight with Rachael. I am glad she is okay.
pete
Haha, been on vacation so ya it has been awhile. I'll certainly post more for you guys. ;)
I guess I've been ignoring this long enough, but this is a fight I've been debating about whether or not to mention because out of all my amateur bouts, this one or at least with this girl have been the dirtiest and ended up being one of the most unusual for me.
This was actually my first championship bout, a shot being recognized as one of the best amateurs in my county. Unfortunately, that meant fighting one of the dirtiest fighters who had the title for the longest for whatever reason. The girls name was Jamie and she had a record of fighting dirty intentionally, as well as rumored to have slept with some of the judges and refs for her fights to secure a win. No joke either! She could get pounded out in the ring, but if she wasn't knocked out she'd get the decision.
I'll never forget our first fight. I was nervous like crazy, simply because this was a championship bout and because I was fighting one of the dirtiest boxers in the county! I was sporting a black sports bra and matching trunks with silver lining, while she was had on a powder pink sports bra and matching trunks with baby blue lining. From the moment we touched gloves, I had feeling she'd give me trouble but I never figured hell!
What was scheduled for 10rnds ended up being five rounds of her holding, pushing, and hitting me below the belt! 1st round we tested each other out, 2nd round I gave her trouble and then after that is was like all pistons running on foul for her! I remember coming out of my corner ready, except for low right hand to my crotch! I was completely stunned at the act and the fact it was so obvious and the ref was ignoring made me furious, next thing I new uppercut to my chin and then she decided to box me proper for the rest of the round! 4th round, I'll admit she had me shaken but I felt ready...till her opening move wasn't a punch but a shove into the ropes, catching me off balance and leaving me almost helpless to an onslaught to my body, face, and chest. 5th round...well it was all I could take. Didn't know what to expect, would it be a low blow or a shove? Nope, she was boxing me proper...so far. Got in a few good shots, good see her getting red in the face, sweating hard, breathing heavily and then BAM! Low blow. My eyes widened in shock as I felt the hard leather glove impact against my soft crotch. Before I had time to collect myself she placed her arm around me holding me and then repeatedly hooked my trunks! I began crying in pain, pleading for her to stop but she smiled looked at me and said "Ok"...then punched my breasts! I remember screaming for the ref who looked like he didn't give a rats ass as to what was happening to me. Jamie then went back in the final minute to my trunks, just repeatedly punching down there and before I long I dropped to my gloves and knees crying in pain, one glove covering my throbbing crotch before spitting out of my mouthpiece and blubbering no more.
The ref announced Jamie the winner by TKO5 and the girl had the nerve to approach my corner, hugging me and saying "No hard feelings" before tapping my trunks lightly leaving me to sob in my corner.
That wasn't my only fight with her either, I had 2 more. Our second fight I did a lot better, but still lost. She basically shoved me right out of the ring and I lost because I was unable to get back in after 20sec! The 3rd time...well, I'll save that for another time. ;)
can't wait to hear #3! i hope you got her real good!
It's been too long, such a nice vacation I had! I guess I need to keep you guys updated, but first I'll finish the 3rd fight with the cxnt. ;)
So you boys want to hear THOSE kinds of fights and not my amateur bouts? Ok sure.
I for one would love to hear about your amateur bouts, especially if they're real.
thanks
Quote from: fightfanatic on October 19, 2010, 02:59:43 AM
Are you ever gonna tell us about the 3rd fight you had with this woman?
If you really want to hear it at this point sure?
Me and Jamie's third bout was more or less the same from her. Low blows, shoving, holding, etc...but I was ready having experienced the worst of it in my mind in our first 2 confrontations. I was hungry for that championship.
We were scheduled for 10 rounds once more and I planned on beating no matter what. First round we tested one another and after that it was a matter of pacing her. We were busted up, bleeding, bruised and exhausted by round 5...I don't think she expected me to last this long with her fowling techniques, but I wanted to win this time! My left eyes closed by round seven, nose busted and lips swollen but Jamie was looking just as bad. Everytime we clinched she would check my trunks with right jab just to remind who I was fighting against. This continued until the 9th round, by then we were both so exhausted all we did was clinch after a few wild punches. I waltzed Jamie around the ring, forcing her into the ropes and I could hear her crying, she knew I was the dominant fighter now or at least she thought I was, truth was I was too tired to dominate her right there and then, just needed the rest. Final round, the pressure was on. I could she was getting desperate as each of her blows were just low blows and as much pain as my aching pussy was in, I refused to go down and continued to box her. Finalley dropped her in the last 30sec with a right, left hook combo to her head jarring the sweat and blood off her freely before landing a right uppercut sealing the deal.
As the count reached 10, I knew it was all over. That I had won and now had a title to defend.