A novice fight – Part 1
By TJ, Constructive comment welcome at lesnig@yahoo.com

It is Ellie and Jane’s first proper fight. They’ve fought before but only short bouts using 12oz
gloves, no more than 5, 2-minute rounds, and for those they’d worn chest protectors and
high shorts, ‘the belt’ as such being at the navel. But this was now the real thing, 8oz gloves,
topless, unlimited 3-minute rounds and the belt? Well, the shorts they wore now were a lot
shorter and they’d have to adapt to having a lot more of their body available to hit.

Each was a similar build, 5’ 8’’ or so, Ellie, dark haired, brown eyed and with dusky
completion. Ellie’s B cup boobs were firm and high set with dark slightly puffy areola tipped
with up tilted nipples stiffly erect with excitement at the coming bout. Jane was maybe a
whisker taller but almost identical build. A blue eyed blonde, pale skinned and with slightly
smaller boobs, but this was made up by delightfully protruding areola, tipped with long erect
nipples

This was it! Each respective corner repeated the basic advice that had been drilled into the
fighters. ‘Pace yourselves, don’t forget there is no time limit. Hit and move, hit and move’ and
the fight was on.

Instantly both fighters forgot their instructions, they flew at each other throwing wild punches
with no thought of defense... but equally no thought of considered attack! Many punches
were air shots, othered glanced off arms and gloves, but random chance allowed some
through. Feminine grunts of effort, thuds and the occasional grunt of pain as a blow got
through was almost drowned out by each corner’s exhortations to ‘box!’ Barely halfway
through the round and each fighter was breathing heavily but there was no thought of
slowing down, an excited crowd now egging them on and all shouts from their corners were
lost in the hubbub. Ellie then landed the first decent punch, a right catching Jane on the lips
who staggered back two steps, with an ‘O’ of surprise as for the first time in her fighting
career she tasted blood and felt her lips start to swell.

Her coach watched, Jane had shown none of the skills she’d been taught so far in this fight,
but her reaction now would say far more about whether she was a prospect worth
persevering with. A satisfied smile briefly creased the coach’s face as with a squeal of rage
Jane flew back at Ellie and after a few wild misses she got pay back with a left into Ellie’s
cheek; Ellie's turn to stumble back in shocked pain as her head was twisted around. Ellie's
coach then also smiled in satisfaction as his charge instantly flew back at Jane and for the
rest of the round each fighter was furiously head hunting, wild swings and a few decent
punches, each accompanied by a grunt of effort with an occasional squeal when a punch
struck home.

The round finished, and the fighters went back to their corners. Chests heaving, they both
dropped heavily on to their stools as seconds sponged down their naked torsos trying to cool
overheated bodies. Hard nipples grew even more erect as the cold water made itself felt.
Seconds had to restrain each fighter from trying to drink, tiny sips were all they were
allowed. A punch to a water filled belly led to dire and unpleasant consequences. Coaches
tried to restore the lessons that each fighter had been undergoing, ‘Slow down, aim, punch
and move, forget all this wild swinging, Come on.... just like we’ve practiced’ Both fighters
nodded.

Round 2

The bell rang, and all the advice disappeared after the first couple of punches. The wild head
hunting continued at a frantic pace. Punches were landed, but nothing crisp enough to do
real damage. Even so, faces were becoming marked, light bruising to each cheek and each
fighter now had slightly swollen lips. 1 minute into the round Jane landed a half decent
punch catching Ellie on the forehead, Ellie stumbled, and Jane excitedly flew at her. Jane’s
follow up missed and she fell into Ellie, chests colliding with a sweaty smack as two pairs of
breasts squashed flat against each other. Jane pushed Ellie away who stumbled back falling
onto her rump with a shriek of annoyance. The ref managed to get to ‘2’ before Ellie
bounced back to her feet and flew back angrily at Jane. The fight now grew even wilder. Ellie
was angry at being downed and 30 seconds later she managed to land a punch to Jane’s
jaw and then almost threw Jane to the floor. Jane quickly bounced back up, but the ref
paused the fight and tried to calm the two fighters down against a cacophony of shouts and
jeers from the crowd. The fight resumed with a minute left, neither fighter showing any signs
of calming down they threw punch after wild punch, gasping with ever increasing effort as
the extreme pace took its toll.

The bell rang, and the fighters slumped onto their stools, seconds worked, and coaches tried
once again to instill good advice. ‘Slow down, pace yourself, don’t just aim for the head,
body shots. BUT, keep your guard up, wait for openings, hit then move. Forget all this wild
swinging!’

Round 3

With the bell the fighters sprang into the ring and for a moment both corners thought they’d
listened to advice. Each fighter warily circled, holding a decent guard as they looked for an
opening. But, with the first punch thrown they flew at each other. Nothing landed except
glancing blows for fully the first minute, but the cries and gasps of effort were becoming
more strained. Sweat was dripping from each fighter leaving blotches on the ring floor but
then the cries of ‘body’ from each corner got through and Jane landed a firm right into Ellie’s
ribs. Ellie gasped at the sudden pain, her breath catching as she tried to take a deep breath,
but she instantly struck back hitting Jane in the chest, just below her boobs. It was an
epiphany for both fighters! They could hurt their opponent! Both were now landing punches
at will, trading blows to the body. Neither fighter’s defense was up to the job of defending so
they continued all out, trying to land punches at a faster rate than their opponent.

Each fighters coach smiled in satisfaction, not at the skill, but their fighters were taking blows
that hurt for the very first time and they weren't backing down. Grunts of pain and effort
overlaid with the rapid splat of gloves against skin continued for the next minute as each
fighter’s body quickly accumulated red blotches between navel and chest. Neither fighter
had gone low yet- they were too used to the high shorts they’d warn to date so we're
instinctively keeping their gloves above that height- and neither fighter had hit a boob... that
was until Ellie's right fist pancaked Jane’s left breast. Jane squealed! A girlish cry of shock
rather than pain and she instantly hit back, flattening Ellie’s firm left boob, her glove hitting
the perfect bull’s eye of a very stiff and erect nipple. Squeals of outrage followed as for the
next few punches boobs became the target of choice. Crosses dragged pert boobs across
the body, uppercuts made them bulge up spectacularly and straight drives crushed the
lovely pert globes hard against the ribs. In short order each fighters’ boobs was marked with
red welts, the left in particular, with nipples reddened and erected even harder, areola
perking up, creasing and pushing out as if each pert breast was tipped by a small
strawberry. Each fighter though soon realized that the boob punches weren’t hurting enough
to be effective and for the remainder of the round the larger torso was once again the target
with punches still flying in at an incredible pace and if an occasional punch still sunk into a
soft target then so be it, each jiggle of a hit boob causing the crowd to roar it’s approval until
the bell rang, ending the round.

The fighters had given their all, the moment the bell rang they turned with relief to their
corners and slumped onto their stools, mouths open, chests heaving delightfully as they tried
to replenish their air. Each was sweating so much that corners did allow them to take on
some liquid, carefully rationed. Again, corners tried to coach some patience, hoping that
now, as tiredness set in, they would start to listen.

Round 4

They didn’t! Somewhat refreshed from the break there was a few seconds of considered
stalking as they circled each other, but, the first punch, a delightful jab into Ellie's left boob
that left a perfect circle of bulging breast flesh around Jane’s gloved fist re started the war.
Ellie squealed in outrage, and possibly a hint of pain that hadn’t been noticeable with the
earlier breast punches and struck back with a rising right that drove Jane’s boob up high, an
arc of sweat flinging away from the boob as it bulged violently up. Boobs, body and head,
punches flew in from every direction and barely halfway through the round each fighter was
desperately panting for breath. Then Ellie connected with a left jab to Jane’s forehead.
Jane’s head whipped back, but as she straightened up Elle’s right fist crashed into the point
of Jane’s chin. The crowd roared as Jane, hurt and dazed staggered back on uncoordinated
legs. Ellie charged forwards throwing punch after punch towards Jane’s head, but even as
her legs quivered and she staggered back drunkenly Jane had the sense, and just enough
strength, to keep her guard up so that Ellie’s punches, at least 10, thudded harmlessly into
Jane’s gloves. Eventually Ellie had to pause, she’d punched herself to a standstill and was
panting as if she’d just run a race, but Jane now had some wind back and drove her left fist
into Ellie's mouth. Ellie staggered back, tired legs, not a near knock out, but Jane hit her
again and now it was Ellie's turn to be ‘punch drunk’. She ducked her head down behind her
gloves and just let Jane pound away as she weaved, legs splaying and barely under control
until the round finished.

Ellie and Jane slowly made their way to their corners and slumped onto their stools, each
absolutely shattered after their near knock downs. Corners did their best to cool down
overheated bodies and eventually each fighter became a little bit more animated, their
breathing eased, and they appeared at least to be listening to the much-repeated advice

…. To be continued comments and suggestions are very welcome at: lesnig@yahoo.com