Just in case it needs to be said; this is a fictional character. I hope this is enjoyable, I am trying something a bit different for a boxing story from a first person view. Of course be honest about it please.
Autobiography of a topless boxer part oneMy name is Kathy and this is my story. I was born in the North East of England twenty five years ago and grew up there, I won't pretend I was a grade A student, though it wasn't for a lack of trying. What I was most remembered for was getting into scraps with other girls. I should have realised it would lead to my future, not just my miserable past.
See I am black; I am proud of it and fuck you to anyone with an issue about that, there were sadly a few of those who did where I lived. To be clear ninety nine percent of people didn't give two hoots about my skin colour, if they hated me it's because I maybe talked too much or they simply found me annoying. No the ones I fought were the ones who picked who hateful words probably off parents or grandparents, I'd love to tell you I won every fight but no I didn't sadly.
Thankfully at university I got away from that crowd, stopped fighting and learned a skill. That was till I had to drop out, my father fell ill and I had to help take care of him with my mother. Sadly he'd pass away a few years ago. He was the one who taught me how to use my fists. Even if my mother wasn't a fan of me fighting, she understood it.
Fast forward a few years and I entering my first topless boxing match in a gentleman's social club. The pandemic had hit people badly in different ways, money was tight and I caught my eye on a flyer for topless boxing matches on a Friday night. Drunken guys were honestly more scary to me then fighting another woman. That was more second nature, I am not ashamed to admit at eighteen at university in the flats I got into it with another girl and we ended up punching each other with our breasts hanging loose. I learned then that I am not afraid of that either, mind there were other things I learned at university too I will explain as I go on.
Anyway I went up to the chairman of the club organising the fights and said I wanted my name on the list. He looked me over like I was cattle going to market, thank god he didn't ask me to strip nude or I'd have slapped him and walked out, instead he told me that I looked in decent shape and hoped I would put on a good show. It was one hundred pounds if I won, loser got twenty. Not brilliant by any stretch but every little helps as they say.
The big night came and I was nervous. They hadn't given us changing rooms, instead there was a little room off from the big concert room where the fights would take place, I didn't know who I'd fight but damn was it not going to be hard to get in the zone when you are bumping shoulders with possible opponents. There was a mixture of young girls like me, there were some older women who looked like they loved a scrap on a Friday night and this was just an excuse to get paid for the honour.
All of us were given different trunks to wear, mine were red satin, I will admit that the size they got me was right and I felt sexy and strong as I put them on. Each of us stared at each other ready to rumble in the room now our breasts were bared, fists were taped, even if in our daily lives there were mother's here, shop owners, even a vet was amongst us. Tonight though we were gladiators ready to fight to the death (of course that wasn't what was going to happen but damn was my heart racing) putting on gloves on. It was just a matter of who got called out first to fight for what sounded a rowdy crowd.
I was first up; thank god I was as I think if I hadn't the nervous energy would have eaten me up before I stepped into the ring. I nodded to the chairman's wife and walked out the room into the concert room. It was a large space with a dance floor and stage. I could see the fighting area, blue gym mats were placed down, no ropes and the crowd were close but thankfully there was space before I'd end up on someone's lap. A young guy with black hair was the referee I found out as he checked me over.
Now to describe myself; well I was twenty three at the time. Standing 5'6 and weighing 135lbs. I worked out when I had time but mostly jogged. My black hair was tied into a ponytail as didn't want it dropping into my eyes. My breasts bare are 36C. While I painted my toenails black to thankfully match my gloves.
While I enjoyed the cheers and whistles as I stood where I was told in one corner. My heart was racing and I was wondering which of my would be opponents it actually would be. There were fresh whistles as all eyes turned to the door and I could just about see who was picked.
Soon standing across from me with black trunks on, red gloves, her hair tied into a ponytail too and her nails painted red was Bethany. Beth was twenty years old and worked in the local newsagent's. Me and her are somewhat friendly, usually having a chat about any gossip or our lives, that usually lasts ten minutes at most. This night though we were ready to knock seven shades of you know what out of each other. She looked a similar build, even if her impressive boobs weren't quite up to mine I think.
The young guy waved us to them at the middle of the ring. I have to be honest right now, I am bi, I found out at university as you do and well... Bethany was gorgeous, I never really noticed but now we were both bare breasted to each other looking like two warriors. My heart skipped a beat around her, that didn't stop the aggressive part of me telling me to beat her senseless.
Our eyes were tensely locked as we were told the rules. We both knew we'd have five rounds of two minutes to settle who deserved the winners pot. I know I wasn't listening though as all my focus was on her as I am sure I was her world at that moment. I could definitely feel her nipples hardening like mine when I forced the issue and stepped into her, she pressed hers back as the referee seemed obvious to what was happening or knew to let it go for the cheers. My pussy felt a little wet from the contact. Bethany didn't blink before we were nudged apart and asked to touch gloves. It was a quick swipe as we were suddenly bitter foes, I'd never hated her till that moment, she wanted to hurt me as much as I did her.
The referee yelled fight as a bell was rung by an old man who normally tends to his garden to add to the surreal feeling this whole affair had. Me and Bethany danced on her toes as she clearly had some training. Exchanging stiff single punches to cheeks as we tested each other.
I fired a few hooks that she danced out the way of. The punches I took stung my cheeks as I hissed at her, the men around us roared us on like we were two pitbulls in a pit fighting to the death. Our tits were shaking around our chests as we exchanged punches. Bethany had certainly had a fight in her life as she caught me more then I'd like to admit in that opening round.
I stepped inside to work her body, test that out as we bumped breasts. Beth stung my sides but I felt I was getting the better of the exchanges, a short right into her belly button made her back off as I snarled at her. Soon the round ended and to be frank you could give it to her by a tight margin, though I'd say it was tight to call.
Anyway I sat after my first round of topless boxing. A light sheen of sweat on my brow as no stools were given to us, a bottle of water was though for us to drink from. I looked over at my foe seeing she still looked gorgeous, my nasty side was telling my loving side off as it had to take control or I'd be toast.
Ding! Went the bell and off we went again. This time we were fully warmed up and at times it resembles a bar fight as we knocked each other around. I caught her with a good solid left cross on her cheek to twist her head around. A straight made her step off the mats and earned her a standing eight count. I grinned as I watched the count.
Resuming moments later around the middle of the mats, she wanted blood for revenge. The cow got it as she caught me with a left cross to my lips, I felt the leather tear the skin on my bottom lip and I got my first taste of iron in my mouth as I lick my lips to make sure I am bleeding. Heart beating faster as the sensation that I could be in trouble at any second is getting my instincts to heighten.
We exchanged more punches through to faces. I landed a few cross punches but she caught me a few times to the body. Bethany darling you are tough! I ended the round with a left/right hook combo to send some sweat flying as I could see her eyes shut from the hits.
The bell rung and we separated fairly. Tapping my right toes as I was somewhat impatient to get back at my opponent. Bethany poured some water over her head to keep herself cool. That loving side was yelling at me to rip her gloves off with her trunks and make love to her.
Thankfully my aggressive side was screaming at me as I was being smacked through my guard within seconds of the bell ringing. Round three saw me land a few more solid blows but my bottom lip was making me wince each time it was hit. Bethany would cruelly aim for it when she saw an opening.
Soon a right cross on my jaw sent me stumbling back and I fell my toes of my right foot on something cold, looking and seeing I stepped off the mats. Bethany danced back waving me to bring it as the referee counted to eight, I shook my head with some of my blood dripping onto my tits. I bared my black gumshield at Beth as I was pissed off that I found myself off the mats.
Told to fight on we clashed around the center of the mats. I won't pretend we were exactly technical wizzes as we at times ended up clinched up. The men enjoyed it as our bare sweaty breasts got to have their own private duel, Bethany certainly had a firm rack, mine felt like they were smothering hers at times but maybe that's pure ego on my part.
The round come to a close with us giving each other a little shove from a clinch. Chests were rising faster as this was certainly a good workout. I got given a paper towel to wipe my breasts but I left the blood on them, I don't know why but I wanted to feel like a warrior. Bethany stared hard at me and I can tell you I have a venomous look to match anyone you know.
Round four and I wanted some revenge, we swung more without aiming. Sweat was flying and soon I caught Bethany with a right onto her eye, that made her cry out and I found out that she certainly got a black eye off me. Again it wasn't pretty fighting and I'd be warned soon enough for angrily shoving Bethany with a two handed push to her tits, sending her stumbling onto the lap of a clearly randy guy. I felt guilty when he tried to get a feel of Bethany and she pushed his hands off.
She came at me hard to get revenge, it was like trench warfare after a while, feet planted, swinging at each others bodies with hisses, groans, grunts and smacks of leather ringing out. That's when you could hear it under the loud roars and encouragement of those around us. I snuck a few punches around Bethany's boobs as I was losing my temper and doing everything I could to hurt her, of course that earned me some receipts and I was snarling as my black tits were jiggling around.
Late in the round I landed a sweeping right hook on her ear. Beth stumbled down onto her right knee and I had to be held back from jumping on her and pounding her as I would have done as a teenager without the gloves on. Instead I watched as she rose up at eight, I could see a little fear in her eyes as this was the first proper knockdown between us.
There wasn't much more to the round. Back we went to our corners as people I knew in the crowd as my friends chanted for me to knock Beth out cold, her friends yelled at her to hurt me badly as it was like a cauldron. Not somewhere guys went to get pissed, this was an arena of war and it happened I was one of the participants. My blood boiled as my heart raced, feeling like it would escape my chest.
The referee brought us to the center of the ring before the bell. Giving us both praise but telling us to leave it all in this round. He touched our gloves up for us, with both of us scowling at each other. The money didn't matter at that moment, it was simply which of us was walking out the better woman.
After returning to our corners the bell rung for the fifth and final round. Now I am fit but I will admit my arms were tired, so we didn't throw as many punches, we damn well had some kick to our punches. I stung that left eye of Beth's as much as I could. She came roaring back to show how tough she was. Looking back at it part of me wishes we had agreed to fight in private without the gloves, see how we'd have fared that way as she'd have been a great opponent when I was just a brawler.
Anyway half way through the round I caught her with an uppercut to snap her head back. I pounded her head but the referee held me back as Beth had stepped off the mats. The eight count came and she was asked if she wanted to continue, I had bloodied her nose, gamely she fought on.
We clinched more and hit, stepping on toes, snarling like two feral cats, hitting anywhere we could with free fists. This was a true test of attrition and both of us were just about holding up. I was landing the better shots when we were apart. Pushing her around the edges of the mats with my fists smacking her face. She was hitting me back of course but I felt strong.
Then the bell rung and we both went to our knees as the adrenaline rushed out of our bodies. Hugging each other as all the animosity we had felt washed away. We knew it was a fight and that's all it was. I told her that she fought brilliant as she praised me. Kissing each other tenderly on a cheek before as the referee helped take our gloves off and handed us each a bottle of water.
It took a few minutes but we both stood up to a round of applause. Both of us got an arm raised as we were beaming like two Cheshire cats. What really mattered was who the referee gave the fight too. I was relieved when it was my right arm raised as I had some doubts I won. Of course looking back at the fight and talking to some people who were there. Bethany fought hard but I had been able to knock her around late in the fight to take it.
We embraced again and walked off side by side to the "changing" room. The other women looked at us a little puzzled, some rushed to ask how we were and who won. Bethany was gracious as she told them I'd won before I got the chance. Me and Beth sat side by side and chatted for a bit about what we had just done. Bonded by violence! Something I saw as the night went on and women who might not always be friendly would come back from duking it out as best friends.
After I got changed I asked Bethany if she wanted to come round mine for a drink. She declined politely but said "how about next Friday you buy me a drink for this shiner as an apology." We both laughed as I nodded. It wasn't a date to be clear, sadly as Bethany is stunning but is as straight as an arrow. We became closer friends after the fight, of course we don't bring it up anymore but we chat about work, love lives and just joke around now when we meet up on Fridays for drinks.
As for my boxing career? Well as you can guess that hasn't been my only fight in the topless ranks. While I thought it was dubious at the time, a guy I'd become to know as Gary my manager came to me as I was at work. I nearly told him to fuck off which wouldn't have pleased by boss at work. They explained they put on shows of topless boxing at a gym they run and wondered if I wanted to try my hand there, I had to think about it of course as he gave me his number. Bethany ironically was the one who got me to join and well.... That's for another day my friends.
