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After a little chat, Emilia and i have decided to have a boxing match in the ring on the beach, wearing bikinis. who would KO the other and have her way with the loser?

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[A foreword, I hope everyone thoroughly enjoys this poll - please vote for whomever you feel takes the win, and we encourage every and all comments! Emilia]


Today was the day of the bigger summer blowout, a huge event held every year down on the beach, one that I'd always dreamt of going to, and one that garnered a whole lot of interest from a wide array of different people, and something that had brought all walks of life together just for the hell of it. And by god was it amazing; the partying, the people the events! I must've spent half the day just wandering around taking it all in! Seeing it up close and personal was so very different from the Snapchat stories, and Instagram posts of those who actually went, and living it was so much better!

As the day rolled on, and the more, family-friendly events came to an end, the crowd started to disperse, and the more juvenile people were left to enjoy the facilities in their own ways. Events came to life that was frowned upon in the wake of children and families, alcohol came out, the clubbing vibe crept in, mosh-pits became bountiful, and all sorts of other events. But the one that always drew the biggest crowd was the boxing ring, erected in the middle of the event, safely out of the eyes of those not attending and therefore the public kept complaints to a minimum. But this ring invited any and all fighters, with any experience into its open arms, and encouraged the full-blown boxing experience, none of this pansy-assing around.

I was never the person to usually seek out a fight, I would never back down, but never seek out... but that person stayed at home today; and as people were looking for volunteers to kick the night off, what better way than to get up into the ring first... at least that way attention may not be as fully-flushed out if I embarrass myself... and there will still be plenty of alcohol left afterward to tend to the wounds of whomever else decides to climb in.

Pushing my way through the crowd, which is already much larger than I expected, I manage to make my way to the side of the ring and yelling, grab the attention of the self-proclaimed announcer in the center of the ring;

"I'll give it a go, I'll step up in the first fight of the night!" I call out, a mischevious smile on my face, determined to live tonight to it's fullest potential.

All I am greeted with is a warm smile as he holds the ropes apart from me, and I climb up into the ring. Standing on the surprisingly sturdy canvas, I can't see much of the crowd, as bright white lights flood the center from above every corner. I can feel the heat of the lights against my skin, my orange thong bikini radiating in the light as cheers erupt around the crowd as a second fighter is sought out.

I can hardly take it all in, lost in the center of the ring currently, nothing to focus on except the noise, blinding light, and the seemingly endless crowd spewing out around me...

This is the biggest stage I've ever done anything on... and I've never been one to seek out disappointment!

It's been a good fun day at the beach summer blowout before fall starts to set in. I came with my sister and some friends. We all had some fun during the day, eating, drinking and dancing. As the families slowly left, there was a call for volunteers for a boxing match and I quickly volunteered for it seeing that I enjoy fighting. I am already in my black bikini. The volunteers guide me to the ring and I slip inside the ropes. The volunteer gives me a pair of 8 ounce red boxing gloves. "Nice ring" I say as I get the gloves on. I smile across at my opponent. I stand 5'5" 120lbs with my blonde hair in a ponytail. The volunteer says to me: "there's no ref for the match and it's one round to KO...good luck." I nod to him as I stretch a bit, my bare feet cooling down a bit after being on the hot sands all day.

It takes practically no time at all to find an opponent I'm sure; but standing under the dazzling lights, with the ocean breeze gently blowing over the ring, and the screams from the crowd, time seems to be a distant thought; slowing down and allowing me to soak in every detail that I can pick out, be it the waves breaking off in the distance, or the vibrations of the ring-ropes from the sheer noise radiating through this atmosphere right now, and I feel on top of it all! I'm brought back out of the fantastical day-dream by one of the volunteers, thrusting a white pair of 8' ounce gloves towards me.

"Oh thank you!" I yell, trying to make myself heard above the noise, having gotten wrapped up in the moment, failing to notice my soon to be opponent climbing into the ring and getting herself ready.

Right, I should do the same... because this should be pretty fair; I'm standing 5'6 and 125lbs... and she doesn't look that dissimilar, so I suppose I should expect as much as I can give out; which is fine... I'm more than prepared to trade until she crumbles if that's what it comes down to!

I give my pony-tail one last tug, ensuring that the chances it all comes falling out any time soon is minimal, before putting on the gloves, one after the other, and with my volunteers help, they're tightly wrapped around my hands. Perfect. I give my knuckles a quick bump together, testing both the gloves and enjoying the sound of the impact over the sound of the ever-growing crowd.

The final preparation comes about now as a pair of the generic mouthpieces is provided by the announcer, one in each hand, taken by our respective volunteers as I work on fitting mine into my mouth with some help, slightly confused as to why these weren't provided before the gloves... but at least they're provided!

Once I'm all kitted up and have put up with the announcer yelling about the terms and what's about to happen, both volunteers and the announcer step out of the ring and a bell rings. Just like that it's go time, and just like that, my guard is up and I'm moving slowly towards the center of the ring.

*after I put the gloves on and stretch, one of the volunteers puts a mouthpiece in me and I grit my teeth so that it's in place. I give my ponytail one last tag like my opponent does.*

*I shake my arms and legs before putting my gloves up as I make my way to the center of the ring.  She looks similar in size to me, but a little more toned. I call out to her as we get closer.* good luck...you're going to need it.

*the crowd cheers us on as we circle each other. I have my own mini fan base in the crowd as I sure she does as well. I send several left jabs to her chest followed by a right hook to her face to test her defenses.*

There is an uncharacteristic silence that befalls the audience as the fight starts as if the bell silenced the voices, or perhaps I'm now just so zoned in that the noise seems to be just a distant feature of the past, and that my competition is the only thing my senses can detect, every breath she takes a sharp sound, every move her fists make my eyes are drawn to, my skin tingling with pure adrenaline-driven anticipation of everything to come, and as the distance closes, all of these feelings just seem to intensify the closer we get, and as the distance is practically non-existent, you send several left jabs towards my chest, and as every muscle in your body seems to tense as you cock your jab and fire it towards my jab, my arms tighten in front of me, and your glove nails my gloves, absorbing the hit.

As your hand carries back into your defensive guard, I remain in guard, watching you fire another jab, and again your jab meets my gloves, my eyes analyzing your every move currently. You send a number of further jabs, the crowd seeming to egg you on with cheers at every jab, but every jab harmlessly hits my own gloves, my eyes peering above and over periodically to watch your every move, and soon I see a rhythm to your jabs, the same three-part combo, the defensive return, the cock, and the jab itself, and that's when I see the difference.

You change up your style, and I choose now to throw my first punch of the fight, looking to hit like a truck right from the get-go. As your arm works out, I step towards my right, crossing your body, and bringing your body between me and your hook, and exploiting your single-handed defense, I launch a large right blow towards your rib cage, hoping to catch you in transition as I keep my left-hand high, hoping to be able to turn that into a rapid jab towards your jaw as I recall my right after the blow to your ribs.

      I could see Brandi doing well in some  fights but in this one I can't see it. Emilia is in awesome shape and very hot. After the first few exchanges I can see this becoming one sided. Emilia Decides when it ends but please take your time to entertain the crowd. Sorry Brandi no offense.

*the crowd cheers loudly as the match begins. I keep my eyes narrowed as we dance at the beginning of the match. I didn't expect much from my jabs as you block them as expected. The crowd cheers seeing the punches being blocked.   As I bring my arm out for the hook, you move to the right and send a cross to my ribs. I let out and audible groan as it connects with my ribs.* oooofffff. *My hook falls a bit short after the hit.*

*I take a step back and being my gloves back up. I clear my throat and step towards you again sending a left to your abs to try and catch you off guard, quickly followed by a right uppercut to your breasts.*

I'm sorry Brandi you're a dear and you have strong writing but Emilia is going to absolutely trash you, peaches. I wish you the best of luck.

My right glove ripples against your ribcage as I drill in the shot, every muscle in my body clenched tightly as I pack as much power into that first blow as I can, determined to show you just what you walked in to so early on in the fight. As I reel in my right shot, the air that I expel from your lungs fills the imposed hush with noise, as if deafening me for just a second, a sense that caught me by surprise, and as I adapt to it, the noise, the left jab that I fired went un-aimed, and missed your jaw brazenly, partly due to the lack of aiming, and partly as a result of you stepping back out of reach, hiding your breaths behind your guard.

I allow myself to fall back into stance, my guard resetting as I stare you down across the ring. There isn't a flicker of emotion on my face, no hatred, no joy, no loathing... just a blank face coated with soft beads of sweat already, partly due to exertion, partly due to nerves and the constant heat from the lighting. Still, I felt fresh, I'd received a few easily defended jabs, and already rattled the cage with a huge right...

You step towards me this time, bringing the fight forwards, your left flying out towards my abs, slipping in slightly below my defense, winding me ever so slightly, and tightening my core, forcing a slight hunch, which works to my favor, as your follow up brings your right uppercut into my guard, still adjusting to the shot to the abs, covering my breasts, and although the shot drills my arms back into me, as if knocking me back upright from my slightly hunched-over position, the blow does a lot less damage than it should've.

This upwards momentum garnered from your uppercut though can be put to use, and as your right knocks me back upright, I launch my own left blow, using the momentum of my releasing abs and your blow to send my glove flying upwards towards your chin, hoping that such a blow so early on will put you on your ass and really show you just what a wild ride you're in for.

*I  grit my teeth which quickly turns into a grin as my left hits your gut and makes you hunch over a bit.  I groan a bit as my uppercut hits your gloves making go back upright. I huff a bit hoping it would connect with your body and do some damage. The crowd is loving the fight so far. The sweat on my body  is giving it a nice sheen.  I pull my right back to sen a right hook  to your ribs only yo see you send a left to my jaw. I mutter softly and my eyes widen seeing the punch come in.* shit. *my head snaps to the side and some sweat comes flying off. I stagger to the side and fall down to my side. I shake my head after the fall and slowly start to get up to my feet.*

I missed your left to my jaw in your earlier post when you hit my ribs and should have factored that in.

My incoming uppercut is neither graceful nor subtle, everyone can see it coming, like a ripple across a still lake, it was a rather clear outcome after your uppercut bounced off of my guard, shooting me upright once more. As it flies through, time once again seems to slow, perhaps its the result of the first deep breath I take after having the air expelled from my lungs, or perhaps a side-effect of the crowd's building intensity as blows are traded, but I can see your lips muttering, and your eyes slowly bulging out of your head as they attempt to snap towards the incoming movement.

Your right arm is flying towards my left side, and as my fist finishes its trajectory, I clench my eyes preparing to be nailed in the side of the ribs, bracing my body to once again experience the intoxicating feeling of the leather rippling across my side. As I feel my glove connect with your chin; your head snapping in momentum with my glove, meeting a lucid blow, as your chin seems to mold around the glove, almost sending you up into the air as your body seemingly vanishes with the blow, my eyes still clenched closed expecting the hook that never lands.

After what feels like forever I snap my eyes back open, just in time to see your right hook go sailing past meekly as your body reels backward towards the ropes, seemingly as if being pushed by some unstoppable force, one that your feet just can't keep up with as just before you make it fully back to the ropes, momentum takes over, and you fall to your side, catching yourself in a seated position in front of the ropes, your eyes glassed over now as you try and shake the knock off, your hair flicking back-and-forth, sweat flicking from your hairline now.

I advance slowly, my face still expressionless, a machine within the ring, lacking the human emotion one would expect to have in such a moment, the crowd a mere afterthought at the moment, lucky to witness what's unfolding, and yet their chants still fall on deaf ears. That is until I move closer to the ropes, my foe still on her ass by them, and the crowd's shrill voice unified as I approach, chanting... for me! My eyes snap up, scanning the vast horizon beyond my downed foe... a sea of voices, all of them seemingly drowning out the sound of everything else with my name... and as my eyes snap back to the task at hand, bringing myself from the awe-struck daze, you've worked on getting yourself back to your feet, our eyes making burning eye-contact respectively through our guards.

*It takes me a moment to get  back to my feet after the uppercut my chin.  I rub and briefly adjust my chin with one of my gloves. It feels a bit sore after the punch.  hear the crowd chanting your name, except for my small group of friends and  my sister...at least for now.  I clear my throat and bring my gloves back up. My eyes lock on with yours as I step forward as I send a left and then right hook to your head.*

I stare you down like a cat does its prey. Your back is practically up against the ropes, and your nursing your chin as I stand in front of you, my eyes seemingly piercing through the guard you hold up high, defending your chin from a further shot. This would be the perfect time to trade a dirty verbal shot, mock my weakened foe, mentally manipulate her further into the corners of doubt that are creeping into her thought process surely; every failed strike, every shot received, on her ass so quickly... I can see it in the eyes, the flicking from one spot to another as if looking for an escape, an exploit... but I don't intend on providing one, let alone allowing you to facilitate its usage.

You step in towards me once more, your guard high and the same steely look in your eye; you're not done yet... in fact, you seem as though you're only just getting started; perhaps I may enjoy this a little too much... beating on such a helpless foe... but I know what rules we're playing under, and if I don't follow through, well I'll be the one with a headache come the end of nap time.

You step in, firing a left-right-hook combination towards my head, your left shot being eaten by my guard as the hook allows enough time for me to slip in behind my gloves, however I'm not fast enough to react to the combo, failing to launch either a sucker-punch or to readjust my guard as your right glove nails me in the back of the head, sending me stumbling a few steps forward.

Thankfully the blow was nothing serious, helped by the head-boggling uppercut still leaving you somewhat dazed. The blow was nothing more than a glancing sweep, but still, enough to send me off balance... I'm not out of the woods by a long shot in this fight, and I refuse to go down like a sack of potatoes to a lucky shot from a useless bitch!

We're standing face to face, our gloves between us in guard position, the ropes to my right, a turn-buckle behind each of us, and the goal to send this bitch into it. I throw my right hand back as if lining up to open with a huge blow to your chin once more, hoping for high impact as I have frequently, only to send my left fist jabbing forwards your abs, hoping to double you over as I throw my heavy right, praying the scenario sends your face propelling forwards into my right blow, only to send you stumbling back into the corner.

*as I send my combo out, I see you stepping forward. You block my left hook as you step into me. My right hook hits you but only barely. I gulp a bit as I have gotten a few hits in but little to no damage to you. Probably a combination of your skills and strength which would be big factors and my lack of skills and coordination.  I see you bring back your right glove for a punch and I bring mine up to prepare for the block when all of a sudden you hit my abs with a left. * ooooffffff. *my cheeks puff up and I double over from the hit. Then your right comes in as I double over.*  uuunnnhhhhh. *my head snaps upwards forcing me upright and then stagger back to the corner. Fortunately the turnbuckle are there to hold me m up. I am feeling the effects of the punches. I am in trouble already and the match barely started. I shake my head and steady myself in the corner. The crowd is cheering for you...chanting your name.*

Watching you fall for the baited move so whole-heartedly brings a sense of jubilation to me, watching as you practically lift your guard out of the way for me, giving me the perfect shot at your abs, one that I don't pass upon. My left glove drills itself in a short jab, nailing you square in the belly button, and showing me just how little resistance there is in your abs... which will be all the more fun to torment soon!

My right-hand flies over the top, following up from the left that just hit, the one that dropped your guard and I intend on exploiting the gap that you now leave your face squarely in the middle of. My shot lands flush on your chin once more, and the snapped reaction of your neck is almost sickening, watching the momentum shift backward as your hair flicks around your neck, the sweat flying off of your face as the ripples of the impact run across your cheek almost in slow motion.

You stagger further backward, your back crashing into the turnbuckle, albeit gently which is a shame, as you use it to prop yourself up. The crowd is going bananas right now, my name ringing out across the beach, the wind and tide not even powerful enough to dull the sound. This time though, the crowd won't bring me to lose focus of my objective, the destruction of the bitch that thought she stood a chance. The bitch that thought she could step into the ring in her fucking bikini and not get treated like a fighter. The bitch that thought she could prance around and that it would be all ok, somehow it'll work out. Not this time.

I step in towards you, trapping you in the corner, and deliver a huge right slug to your gut as if trying to rupture an organ or something. The second blow, a left slug into bikini top region, aims to demolish your guard, hoping to punch your arms into exhaustion beside you.

*I whimper slightly as I see you smile after your punches land and move in like a predator stalking its prey. I try to maintain some composure as you trap me I'm the corner.  I am starting to second guess my signing up for the fight as you as more skilled and better fighter. The sweat is dripping down off of me. I feel your gut punch and it hits me like a ton of bricks. My cheeks puff up from the hit and I nearly lose my mouth guard. * ooooffffff *i would have double over again had you not been so close to me. Your left comes up and powers past my guard and into my breast making it jiggle from the hit* uuunnnnhhhhh.*I hear my sis yelling something at me bit i can't make it out.*

no contest  Emilia to easily

Trapping you in the corner like this is brutal, and something I'm all too happy to do! As you rock yourself against the turnbuckles behind you; my gut-slug demolishes your abs, sending a fine layer of sweat flying from your body as you convulse forwards. Your eyes clenched closed, face puffing out, and teeth being forced to clench as you try and retain onto your mouthguard as it slams into your lip.

The second punch shatters through your guard, demolishing your breasts on the first blow as your arms begin to drop. Seeing your body rip back up against the turnbuckle, as your arms hang meekly beside you, your head lolling back against the top rope, I've decided to enjoy the easiest victory that's ever been handed to me. With another slug to your gut, I step in to allow your head to fall onto my shoulder, before using my arms to drape you over the top rope, and arm either side of the turnbuckle, as I then keep you standing... besides, it is a single round until knock out, so she's not done yet!


With your body hanging from the ropes and no guard to speak of at all, I set to work, drilling numerous hooks into your ribs and abs, butchering and beating your body to a pulp, a left, followed by a right, and left, and repeat. Each shot sending shockwaves through my body on connection; feeling the force of the impact as you bounce from one side to the other on the turnbuckle.

This goes on for nearly a minute before I feel myself starting to gas-out at the pace in which I'm throwing punches, but not to be out-done before I finish the bitch; the last punch I throw is a brutal uppercut, with follow-through that would make a golfer proud, as my right fist connects with your chin; hoping to bounce your head back against the turnbuckle and leave you crumbled and out cold in the corner of the ring.

*I groan from your hits that destroy my gut and breast. My head wobbles on the neck as I am barely able to stand in the corner. You once again  hit my gut hard with another punch making my eyes bulge out again and cheeks puff out. I let out a loud grunt that sounds almost like I'm testing a harmonica. I lurch forward from your hit only to be held by you. I offer you no resistance as you push me back and drape my arms over the ropes to give you free and open access to my body. I gulp as I look out at you. The crowd going wild seeing you about to beat me senseless. I am both afraid and turned on at the same time at the prospect of you demolishing my helpless body. I feel your first punch come in and I grunt feeling you hit me hard....then again and agin. I grunt with each punch to my softening ribs and stomach. My body quickly bruising as your punches move me from side to side or bounce against the turnbuckle with your shots to my abs. My breasts, ass and now my softened abs jiggle with each hit. My hair coming losing from its ponytail letting it fall to my shoulders. You finally finish your attack with a brutal uppercut to my chin. My head snaps back sending the mouthguard flying out my mouth along with my spittle and sweat. Even my feet lift off the ground from  the impact. My head wobbles for a second and my legs tremble as I slowly slide down and fall to my ass in the corner, legs spread out. My arms dangling over the middle set of ropes and my head on the turnbuckle resting as I am out cold in the corner.*

Yikes, this is a massacre!! 

There is an animalistic passion going through me now, a new level of ferocious determination aimed directly at the destruction of your every fighting whim. As my fists pummel through your body, the gloves impacting thoroughly with every single blow. The sound of the gloves almost setting a rhythm, the beat of your destruction being heard by everyone in attendance, as their cheers seem to correlate with every hit, as if responding to the beat I'm pounding out.

The look that grows in your eyes, visible only as they bulge out of your head on every impact, portrays the picture perfectly. The fear that creeps out from your eyes encompasses your entire body, growing slacker and slacker in resistance to my whims, resulting in a simple prayer that the suffering ends shortly... and it does. As my glove re-introduces itself to your chin, snapping your head back, reality seems to slip from your grasp, your mouthguard now ripped from your mouth. You teeter on your feet, against the turnbuckle for a second, the light from your eyes, or what was hiding behind the fear no longer present, an absent void in its place, as you slowly slump down towards the canvas, your feet slipping out from under you.

This is when the volunteers, or at least I believe them to be the volunteers, then jump into the ring, I can't see them, but I can feel movement through the canvas, and it isn't yours. Before anything, I feel numerous hands grab at my arms from behind me, pulling me back. I fight it instinctively for a second until I see the announcer step in front of me. This is over. It was the second you stepped into the ring with me.

I finally allow myself to come out of my defensive shell... embracing the cheers of the crowd for the first time as I scream out in triumph, my mouthguard flying out of my mouth as I raise both of my hands high over my head, jumping around in the center of the ring. "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!" I scream, lost for words at the moment as the self-proclaimed announcer goes about his spiel over the megaphone.

One of the volunteers calms me down for long enough to remove my gloves, tossing them into the corner of the ring, ready to be used again, as he walks me to the side; the crowd still in an uproar over the match, the noise inspiring.

This had been my first ever visit at the 'Big Summer Blowout', but with how my day has evolved over time, and the match I've enjoyed in its electric atmosphere... I can hardly wait for next years. I can't say the same for my foe... who, having just been splashed with cold water by the volunteers, was now only just coming back around... she may not be so eager to rush back again next year.

*as you pummel my body, the crowd cheers for you and prove what a greater fighter you are than me. I feel how strong, disciplined and determined you are with each punch. The crowd gets on their feet after you KO me. After what seemed like a few moments, I feel a splash of water on my face. I spasm a bit and look startled but only for  a moment. I see the volunteers and then you standing around. I see you happy that you beat me in the match. The volunteers get me to my feet and check me out to see of I'm ok...which I am. They then take my gloves before I make my way to you. I extend my hand to you* congrats on your win over me. You're one hell of an opponent. *you shake my hand and smile* thanks for facing me

thank you all for voting. it was a fun poll and fight. :)

Quote from: Brandi Lungelow on October 13, 2019, 02:34:24 AM
thank you all for voting. it was a fun poll and fight. :)

Thank you for everyone who tuned in and cast their vote, especially those who showed their confidence and support for me, either by comment or by vote. I thoroughly enjoyed my first poll fight and can't wait for many more to come.

Thank you to Brandi, for both hosting it and partaking in it. As my first poll opponent, I thank her for my introduction, and wish her better luck in her next fight; maybe just don't fight someone who can kick your ass with one hand behind her back :P

Brandi the fighter with 9 lives looks to be  KO'ed.

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Emilia wins!

Brandi was ROBBED !!!!