The Rematch of the Company Punch Up
Gale and Susan schedule a 10 rounder.
This was actually written some time ago not long after my wife began competitive boxing.
Susan had e-mailed Gale, asking if she would consider a rematch. Gale replied yes almost instantly. The tension had lessened between the ladies but my wife still wanted to avenge her embarrassing loss. The match would be held at Susan's club.
Gale had definitely improved since there last meeting but I wasn't convinced that she could defeat Susan. I did support her and would be working her corner during the fight.
The rematch would mirror the original melee in that the ladies would again fight in bra and panties and 8 oz gloves but this bout would be scheduled for 10 rounds. My wife wouldn't be under the influence of alcohol or in a rage as she was in the first fight.
Both ladies would wear the same attire as in the first fight. Susan would be in a black lacy bra and panties and my wife would wear the same silk and lace lavender bra and panties.
Susan and her hu sb and enter the ring first, receiving a warm reception from her club members. Gale and I enter not long after and also receive a pleasant welcome from the crowd. The referee introduces both ladies, giving their vital statistics and a brief account of their first encounter. Susan is 5' 8", 140 lbs and 40dd-32-39 while my wife, Gale, is 5' 7", 135 lbs and 38d-30-39.
Round 1 saw both ladies feeling out their opponent. The second minute saw a brief exchange of firm breast punches with each lady giving as good as she took. Susan did nail Gale with a left hook to the top of her panties that had my wife gulping for air.
My wife drops down on the corner stool perspiring and still breathing heavy from Susan's gut punch. I sponge her down with cool water and ask about the body shot. She says she's ok but forgot that Susan could punch like that. I can't take too many of those. I smear a little Vaseline on her eyebrows and cheek bones, insert her mouth guard and tell her to maintain a good defense.
Round 2 sees the fight get very serious as both ladies seek to damage their opponent's breasts. I think my wife takes the hardest punch, an uppercut under her left tit that almost knocked it loose. Gale did successfully block Susan's attempted tummy punches. My wife scored with a right to the left side of Susan's head that marked her cheek.
Gale comes to the corner, smiles at me as she sits down. She is sweaty, her hair is now tousled and her chest above her bra is reddened. I sponge her with cold water and work the ice bag around the top of her bra and on her tummy. A little Vaseline, the mouth guard and it's time for round 3. I tell her to maintain a good defense.
Round 3 sees Susan step the pace up a bit. Gale joins her and for thirty seconds it was a slug fest where either lady could have gone down. My wife took a firm right on her left eye which began to swell immediately. Gale did score with a right to Susan's face that brought a trickle of blood from Susan's left nostril. Susan rocked Gale with a big right with my wife clinching to stay on her feet.
My wife flops down on the corner stool with a sheepish grin on her face. Protect yourself I yell at her. The gym is now really nosy and people are crowding up against the ring to get pictures of the ladies. I sponge her off, use the ice bag and the anti swelling tool under her eye. She has a definite mouse under her left eye. I apply Vaseline especially on her swollen left eyebrow, insert her mouth guard and tell her to go get her.
Round 4 sees my wife open very aggressively rocking Susan with a right to her head. Susan clinches and is able to shake off the punch off. My wife misses with a right intended for Susan's head leaving herself open and Susan makes her pay with left/right to her breasts. Gale groans loud enough for me to hear and clinches to buy time. Both ladies open up with punches landing everywhere. Susan scores with another big body blow landing a right on the lacy waistband of my wife's panties. Gale is hurt but is able to tie Susan up until the bells sounds.
My wife is still hurting as she makes it to the corner. I slide the ice bag inside the waistband of her panties while I sponge her off. I work on her left eyebrow which is swollen more this round. I work a second ice bag into the top of her bra. I can see that her breasts are swelling. A little Vaseline, a drink of water, her mouth piece and it's time to go. The ladies agreed on a 90 second rest after the 5 th round so it will give me more time to work.
Round 5 – Gale again takes the fight to Susan and scores with a huge right, her fourth punch of the round, which knocks Susan down. Susan struggles up, takes the remainder of an 8 count, then seems ready to fight although she could be a little shaky. Susan fights defensively for about 30 seconds successfully holding my wife off. Gale is all offense as she attempts to KO Susan and Susan picks an opening nailing my wife in the tummy with a thunderous right. Gale is all but helpless as Susan pummels her into the corner. Susan is throwing uppercuts in a effort to score a knockout as my wife ducks and blocks. A right knocks Gale's left tit from her bra. The crowd goes boisterous as they cheer Susan on as she batters my wife's bare tit. She must have scored with three punches before the bell sounds.
I help my wife from the corner and onto the stool. You ok, I ask. She nods with a smile. I almost threw the towel in. That won't do any good she tells me. We knew you guys would do that so we agreed that only the ref can stop the fight. Now I feel helpless. The camera flashes are almost blinding as fight fans try to get a picture of my wife's damaged tit. I was working on her all the time we were talking. One ice bag on her tummy again and one on her bare left tit. I can see it turning dark from the bruising already. I'm thankful for the 90 second rest. I place her breast back in her bra but it will probably get knocked loose again as her bra is now wet and stretched. The greater problem is that the waistband of her panties is also stretched allowing her panties to slip lower especially when Susan hits her. I think that Susan has the same problem especially with her bra. I tell Gale to uppercut under Susan's tits. Again a small drink of water, Vaseline, mouth guard, pull her panties into place and send her off to do battle.
Round 6 – The ladies again stand in there and exchange a number of hard punches. The damage other than bruising was that Gale scored with a right to Susan's nose which brings a slight trickle of blood. Susan with a right to Gale's left eye has puffed up her eyebrow even more. My wife now has a mouse under both eyes and Susan one under her left eye. They battle in the corner and along the ropes with Susan working on my wife's tummy. Gale with an uppercut to Susan's bra spills her tits. Now the crowd cheers Gale on as she pummels the milky white tits that started this rivalry. Susan doesn't back off and both ladies slug it out. Susan catches Gale with a right hook to her jaw which knocks her back into the ropes. My wife is dazed and caught in the ropes as Susan rips punches into her belly. Gale's is sitting on the second rope with her bum well outside the ring as the ref halts Susan's onslaught. Gale stands but is woozy as she takes an 8 count. My wife's frilly lavender panties barely covered her womanhood at the beginning of the fight and now that they are wet with perspiration they have stretched and are almost transparent thus giving the guests a peek at her womanhood as she moves. Susan pummels Gale's tummy driving her to the corner again. Each punch pushes her panties lower. A number of men are standing below the corner trying to get pictures between my wife's legs. Gale takes four low firm punches before she goes down again. The bell rings as the ref counts 6.
I have to retrieve my wife from the corner. She dazed and wobbly and I have to half carry her to our corner. The ref comes over and asks if she's ok. Gale nods yes but I protest. He looks at her and she nods yes again. I sponge her off and apply one ice bag to her tummy while I rub the back of her neck with the other trying to clear the cobwebs. I switch the ice bags to her eye and breasts. I'm as busy as a one armed paper hanger. I dab lots of Vaseline on her swollen eyebrow hoping that it won't get split open and some on her other eyebrow, cheeks and nose. She drinks some water and I insert her mouth guard. We're ready for round 7.
Round 7 - Gale seems to be recovered from her late beating of round 6 as she opens the round attacking Susan's breasts. Susan mixes it up between Gale's breasts and tummy. Gale with a right uppercut knocks Susan's left milky white breast loose. Susan's retaliates going after my wife's tits. Gale clinches but Susan's knocks her right breasts loose. The ladies punch in the clinch as they move along the ropes to the corner. The ref moves in to pull them apart. They continue to pound away at each other's breasts. My wife has her left one pop from her bra and soon after Susan's right tit is loose. The crowd goes berserk as this has become a topless bout. Gale pummels Susan's breasts driving her to her knees for an 8 count. Susan gets up and comes back targeting Gale's breasts but drives a right into my careless wife's tummy. That one hurt her. She clinches to stop Susan's assault. This is their first bare breasted clinch and the crowd loves it. The round ends.
Gale comes to the corner without help unlike the last two rounds. She's winded though and looks tired. I go to work as usual. Her breasts are swollen and bruised, her tummy is very tender but thankfully her eyebrow hasn't split open. Gale's bra is destroyed so I guess this match is now officially topless. I just pray that her huge nipples don't get cut. I apply Vaseline as in other rounds but this time coat her nipples. God they feel nice. I think that I'd like to halt this bout and take this lady to bed. We haven't been there for a few weeks. It's time for round 8.
Round 8 – Susan scores early with a left to the top of my wife's panties. Gale actually screamed out after that one. I don't think she can take any more body punishment. Susan works on Gale's tits enough to bring my wife's hands up then another tummy punch. Gale stumbles backward into the corner; Susan catches her with a right to the side of her jaw before she goes down. The punch sends my wife sprawling on the canvas. She musters enough strength to roll onto her hands and knees but collapses as she tries to pull herself up, rolling onto her back where she is counted out.
I rushed to her aid. She regained consciousness in a minute or so but was shaky and confused. The ref officially announces Susan as the winner. Gale was still in a daze when I took her over to congratulate Susan before we went to the dressing room.
I help Gale from the ring and to our dressing room. She momentarily slips from consciousness a few times. I help her up on the trainers table and go to work with the ice and cold packs. I hope to reduce or prevent some of the swelling. I kiss her on the forehead, she smiles and says that she hurts like hell but that she really enjoyed it.
Susan comes to our dressing room to make sure that Gale is ok. Gale is lying naked on her back on the trainer's table packed in ice and cold packs. Susan kisses her on the lips while grasping her right breast. Gale flinches. Susan smiles and says that she's sore too. The club wants us to have a rematch. I think they're hoping that you can KO me. A few of us are having a late dinner after I get cleaned up. I'd love for you both to join us. Gale nods yes.
She's sore but horny and so am I. We have gentle sex in the dressing room before we shower and dress for dinner. Gale dresses in an off white silk blouse with no bra, as she's too sore and swollen to wear a bra, and a silk pleated skirt that hangs just above her knees. She looks fantastic even with some facial bruising which she has partly covered with makeup.
Will these ladies meet for the third time?