Novice fight Part 3
By TJ, Constructive comment welcome at tjlesnig@gmail.com
Ellie v Jane

Round 10

Ellie and Jane are now Fighting through a haze of pain and exhaustion, chests heaving with
exertion it was the 10th round now and Ellie seemed to be getting on top. Jane’s guard dropped,
and Ellie’s left fist sunk into Jane’s left boob dragging a strangled sob from Jane as she stumbled
back and then a sharper cry as Ellie’s fist found the same target again. Each fighters’ boobs were
swollen and bruised, but for each fighter the damage was far worse to their left boobs. Fighting
southpaw each fighter was presenting her left boob as a target and defending it with a left fist that
was feeling increasingly heavy, partly from tiredness, but also because of her swollen boob pulling
down on bruised chest ligaments. Jane forced her guard back up and the pair circled each other
but moments later Jane’s fist dropped just enough for Ellie to hit the top flank of Jane’s left boob.
The punch angled down dragging the boob down and putting further strain on chest ligaments. The
boob bounced back, but incrementally jane’s ability to keep her guard up was failing. Lifting her
arm into position pulled on ligaments as her boob shifted up, ligaments and muscles in her upper
chest burned with pain, not as intense as the sickening ache in her boobs, but insidious as the
body’s natural, unconscious, action was to drop the arm and relieve the strain.

Ellie felt a growing sense of triumph, 3 unanswered punches became 4 as she drilled her left fist
into Jane’s stiff erect nipple driving it and the boob flat against jane’s ribs, a perfect circle of
tortured flesh surrounded Ellie’s fist momentarily as Jane cried out ‘nooooohhhh’. But then it was
Ellie’s turn to cry out as Jane, fired by pain and anger, hit back crushing Ellie’s left boob with her
left fist followed with a wild right hook which tore across the same boob whipping it out and away
from Ellie’s body. Ellie shrieked as her abraded nipple and areole seared into instant, burning
agony and she committed the rooky mistake of looking down, fearful of the damage she was sure
to see. Her nipple was still there, stiffly erect on top of swollen puffy areole and an open target.
Ellie saw Jane's fist hit just below the nipple. There was no pain with the initial impact, she saw her
boob bulge upwards, the nipple stretching out as the flesh pushed up before it was subsumed by
the invading glove. But then, agony as already bruised flesh was crushed against her ribs and she
was forced into a pained yelp, cut short as Jane's right fist hit full on the mouth.

Ellie fell back, caught cold, she fell onto the ring floor with a painful jolt to her backside and the
taste of blood in her mouth. Angry, she’d been about to win! Ellie pushed herself back to her feet
before the ref had got past ‘3’, but instantly regretted her decision as her vision blurred and her
legs refused to obey her simple commands and she sank back onto her haunches, head down as
she waited for the mists to clear. The blow hadn’t dazed her, tiredness and cumulative pain was
sapping both Ellie and Jane’s strength. Ellie sat on her haunches and Jane stood bent over the
ropes near her corner, each fighter sucking in gulps of air as their bodies desperately tried to re-
oxygenate. Neither had ever fought an unlimited fight to a finish before. They’d both started too
fast, each sure they were fit enough to outlast their opponent. They had trained hard for hours at a
time, why, after barely 30 minutes were they so drained? Experienced fighters knew. Adrenaline
kicked in very early in the fight making the heart beat faster but also masking initial signs of
tiredness and pain. More pain, more adrenaline but the body paid a price and energy reserves
diminished more quickly. Neither had the strength to land a knockout blow so the advice to target
each other's breasts was aimed at causing more and more debilitating pain until a fighter was
totally drained. Why target breasts? In the early rounds each fighter had shrugged off harder
punches than they were receiving now, but each punch caused more swelling, as the breast
became more swollen it became more tender, within the fatty tissue lies sensitive milk glands that
with each blow were crushed and ground against ribs causing increasing damage and pain with
each blow. In time internal damage might cause the milk sacs to start filling with blood; this usually
signaled that the end of the fight was near as the pain now would be exquisite. Signs of this, aside
from increasing pain, was a marked increase in swelling and the breast would start to drop as the
milk sacs filled and eventually the nipples would start to bleed. Neither fighter was at that stage....
yet, but each left boob was visibly more swollen and bruised than the right.

Ellie climbed back to her feet and the ref waved the two tired fighters together. Jane struck with a
straight jab to Ellie’s boob, and then, showing she was a quick learner Jane followed up with the
right hook that had so hurt Ellie a few moments ago. Ellie gasped in pain and frustration but stood
her ground and hit back, she too using hooks as she smashed Jane's boob with a left and right
respectively, noting with a grim smile the more pained grunt from Jane as her fists struck home.

This grim pattern continued through the rest of the 10th and 11th round so that....

Round 12 to finish

Two rounds later and Jane and Ellie are still trading blows, most hitting increasingly bruised and
swollen breasts. They are desperately tired, and each blow is an effort, but, although the cadence
of blows is slower, they are hitting with almost every punch. The hook was a revelation, neither
fighter knows how to defend against it. Ellie slowly back peddles, she has her guard up, but cries
out as Jane's fist curls around her elbow and crushes the side of her boob into her ribs. Both Ella’s
boobs are bruised and swollen but the left is by far the worst and her cries at these latest punches
take on a more keening sound. Ella felt a difference, her whole left side was on fire, her boob felt
heavy, as if full of molten lead and it was becoming a huge effort to keep her left hand up. She
starts to sense a bitter feeling that she can’t go on, but, a desperate pride, stirs and as Jane's arm
drops she forces her left arm out in a jab, stumbling, almost falling into Jane, impetus is added to
the blow. Ella sees Jane's boob distort around her glove and through the leather feels Jane's ribs
grind against her knuckles. Jane lurches back groaning in pain and raises both fists up in defense
but Ella’s right fist sweeps around and crushes Jane's boob again just as the 12th round finishes.

Both fighters slowly walk to the corners and slump down in their chairs as seconds try to imbue
enthusiasm. ‘Brilliant work with hooks, she’s there for the taking, hook, then when her guard drops
jab but don’t forget to keep your guard up. Neither fighter remembers, but they now have an extra
minute between rounds. They don’t notice, but when the next round starts both feel just a little bit
invigorated and the rate of punches increases. The pained gasps and groans come in turns as
they trade blows through the 13th and 14th round, a gradual ramping up in pain as both fighters
left boobs now start to drop - signs that internal bleeding is causing the milk sacs to fill with blood.
Almost as an unspoken agreement the fighters gradually change their stance during these two
rounds. They are leading with their right fists now, but, if anything this leaves them even more
open as neither have ever used this style before. it’s the right boob taking the bulk of the punches
now, but jabs from the right fist are harder so the right boobs quickly deepen in color and swell as
bruising takes hold.

The 14th round finishes and the fighters once more slump in their corners. Their corners raise their
arms, massage shoulders and tired arm muscles and the fighters’ wince as this action lifts their
swollen boobs. Nipples and areole excitedly erect at the start of the fight are now massively
swollen due to unwanted stimulation. The hooks and crosses have sliced across the bumpy
sensitive skin, abrading each nub to a raw, wet, redness with each forced up and out by drum
taught swollen boobs. Each fighter is now agonizingly aware that their milk sacs are filling with
blood. There is a different feeling, a new heaviness in addition to the painful swelling and it feels
like red hot wires are embedded in each boob. Through pain filled eyes they regard their
opponents. One more round, I can take her with one more round.

The bell rings and they stumble into the ring. Barely keeping to any style, they face each other and
start hitting. Too tired to move, they trade punches, weak yes, but hitting such painful targets, they
cry out with each punch. Ella tries to increase her power, she draws her right fist back, but Jane
strikes first, and Ella’s punch turns into a wild swing that misses. Ella stumbles, her legs quaking
with effort but Jane hits again, her right fist hitting down onto Ella’s swollen left boob and Ella is
down, shrieking as her boob is stretched down her legs splay like a baby deer and she falls back,
her legs sliding apart as she falls. The count starts and Jane dares to hope. Ella's arms scrabble
on the floor as she tries to push herself up, she rolls over onto all fours and crawls to the ropes and
slowly, painfully pulls herself back to her feet at 18 seconds and stands swaying, leaning against
the ropes. Jane strides forwards, ‘just one more punch.....’ then, it lands. Somehow, despite the
tiredness, an almost perfect right hand jab, even to the swivel of the body to add impetus and
power. Untargeted, unseeing, it struck with a thud like an axe hitting a water melon. Jane froze,
mouth agape, her left boob momentarily impaled on Ella's right fist before she staggered back, her
turn to fall gracelessly to the ring floor.

Somehow Jane gets back to her feet. It takes everything she has, and she can barely stand. Dimly,
she can see Ellie in front of her wavering, stumbling, her guard down near her waist, bruised
swollen breasts exposed and heaving with each gasping breath. Dimly Jane thinks, at least my
guard is up but then her right boob quivers as Ella’s weak punch lands. The shocking pain jolts
Jane awake, and she forces her own fist to respond. For the rest of the round they trade punches.
Gathering the strength to punch leaves them with nothing left to defend, arms hang low, strength
builds and with an effort a fist is flung into an opponent’s boob, but then they don’t have the
strength to defend and it is their turn to be hit. Facing each other square on they grimly trade
punches, gasping in shocked pain with each hit, left then right fists plunging into wickedly bruised
breasts, both fighters’ boobs are now bloated and hanging down as they fill will blood, erect nipples
swelling too, as if eager to be suckled

The 15th round finishes but the fighters, too tired to realize each trade one more blow before the
referee pulls them apart. Barely able to stand respective seconds come into the ring and lead Ellie
and Jane back to their corners. Ashen faced, the two fighters slump onto their stools, a second
each side of them having to support their limp, spent bodies. Neither look capable of standing so
the ref has a whispered conversation with each corner before making an announcement. ‘The
fighters have fought themselves to a standstill so in accordance with rule 15, actions to avoid a
stalemate, there will be a 5-minute time out in addition to the normal break. In each corner seconds
work away as if there is only a normal break but continue at a frenetic pace for the entire break.
Both fighters are fanned, covered with wet towels to try and cool overheated bodies, sips of water
administered, legs, shoulders and arms massaged, and ice packs held against breasts.

For the fighters the time passes quickly in a pain filled blur. Despite icing, their breasts feel as if
they are filling with molten lead, twin red-hot pools of expanding pain I exacerbated with each
movement of arms or shoulders that pull on ligaments and muscles all interconnected with their
sensitive glands. Other pains and aches ease as they rest, but their breasts become more painful
as milk sacs slowly fill with blood, the increasing pressure stretching drum taught breast skin ever
tighter. As milk sacs fill, blood starts to force its way through milk ducts, a slow let down that forces
nipples and areola to swell further and darken; blood starts seeping from each nipple, staining the
wet towels draped across their chests.

The rest break finishes, and the two fighters are helped to their feet and on stiff tired legs they
make their way to the centre of the ring. The watching crowd can’t help but notice that both pairs of
breasts have swollen during the break, once pert ‘b’ cups with up tilted nipples they now bulge and
sag, turgid, bloody nipples pointing down. They face each other as the ref waves them forward
‘box’. Instinct to win takes over, neither fighter has a good guard, each can see undefended
breasts, and both draw back a right fist, but Jane just strikes first causing Ellie to miss. ‘Ohh......
ahhh....arghhh’ Ellie gives out a strangled truncated cry of shocked pain and reels back as Jane’s
fist hits down onto her left boob forcing multiple thin streams of blood to erupt forcibly from her
nipple. Ellie staggers back in shock, nothing in the fight has hurt as much, her boob feels as if it
has been skewered with hundreds of white hot wires and she is on the point of dropping in a dead
faint as she falls back into the ropes, a fatal instinct to stay on her feet causes her to fling her arms
back over the ropes as she sags, almost hanging from the top rope, almost sitting on the bottom.
Jane looks at her opponent in shocked horror, at the blood streaming from Ellie’s left nipple and
knows that she must now finish the fight. Ellie will only go down when she is unconscious. Jane
hits down on Ellie’s right boob, striking just above the nipple. Ellie shrieks in agony as fine jets of
blood erupt from her nipple. Those near to the ring can hear a ‘pfzzzzz’ sound as the blood spurts
out from Ellie’s boob but still Ellie remains upright, even more entangled in the ropes after Jane’s
last punch. Jane punches again, this time going low, striking just above Ellie’s skimpy shorts.
‘Urghhhh’ Ellie cries out weakly and she tries to fold up over the invading glove but, still tangled in
the ropes she's held up, but, first driven back by Jane’s fist she is then propelled forward just as
Jane strikes again. This time, as Jane’s fist sinks a concave hole in Ellie’s lower belly, Ellie has no
breath left to cry out. Instead her mouth opens in a silent ‘O’ of agony, her head rolls back as finally
she faints into unconsciousness and slowly she folds forwards, breasts projecting outwards, two
hugely bloated conical spheres pointing at the ring floor, until, limp hands slip free and Ellie falls
boob first to the floor. Jane herself is almost out on her feet, her breasts are bloated, and bleeding
and she staggers across the ring and drapes herself across the ropes as the formality of the count
progresses. Ellie is counted out, the ref raises Jane’s hand in victory but as he does so Jane’s own
strength gives out and she becomes a deadweight, slipping with a thud to a seated position on the
floor, legs splayed before slowly, her eyes roll back, and she slumps back to the floor, legs and
arms outstretched.

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