I’ve been told that I should give writing fight story or two for this site to see how they are received. Actually I guess they areally accounts of fights that I have watched. I have been lucky enough to watch quite a few fights since my wife used to fight. So, I’ll give it a go. I will write this from a 3rd person view. This fight will follow closely along the lines of a real fight I watched involving my wife, but the names have been changed.
Shellie is 41 years old, blonde, 5’4” and about 125 pounds with small 34B tits and an experienced fighter of 23 fights, having won 19 of them. Trina is 32 years old, 5’7”, brunette and about 135 pounds with firm 36C tits and less experienced, but the winner of all 5 fights she has had so far now. The fight took place in panties and topless, fistfight with only a couple simple rules like no biting, no kicking, no finger gouging and was to end in a knockout ending, not a submission ending.
The women started at opposite sides of the room that was empty and 12’ by 12’. They approached each other near the center of the room with fists raised. As they got closer, Shellie was the first to make a move with a long, hooking right aimed at Trina’s side. The punch landed with a thud but didn’t seem to have much effect on Trina, who immediately countered with her own short left into Shellie’s gut. A short, but audible umph, came from Shellie’s mouth as she doubled forward only slightly. Shellie had the presence of mind to move away from Trina to give herself some time to recover from the good solid punch she just received.
Shellie circled Trina in a wide circle, as Trina simply turned on the same spot, following Shellie. You could see Shellie breathing deep from her mouth, indicating to Trina that the punch obviously hurt her, or at least got her attention. But Shellie has been in a lot of fights and knows how to pace herself and deal with adverse situations. She also knew that Trina has less experience and Shellie hoped to capitalize on her lack of experience. As Shellie slowly circled Trina, she was inching closer and closer with each short step. Finally feeling the distance was right, Shellie launched into an attack, stepping at Trina and letting loose with a good solid right hook, again into the ribs, followed immediately this time with a left hook into Trina’s gut. Trina seemed to take the rib punch well but you could see the gut punch hurt her some as she also let out a little umph too. Shellie seemed to sense this too as she continued the in close attack on Trina. Shellie started wailing away with left and rights, most landing on Trina’s ribs and sides of her stomach as Trina kept her elbows in and down to cover her stomach area. Trina almost seemed to be in a cover and protect mode, slowly backing up toward the wall, while Shellie hammered punch after punch at her. You could sense that Shellie was confident and wanted to punish Trina with these punches. Shellie must have thrown 10 to 15 punches during this attack.
Trina was finally backed up against the wall now. Shellie continued the attack with lefts and rights, each one seeming to become slightly wilder than the last one. But Trina was hunched forward slightly, allowing her to keep her elbows in to protect her stomach and still keep her fists up near her head. Shellie tried to pound away, but Trina was catching most of the punches on her arms or the ones that landed on her sides really didn’t seem to hurt her all that much. You could see the time between punches was taking slightly longer and longer, indicating that Shellie, or her arms were starting to get tired. Finally Shellie stopped just for a second or two to take a quick rest. Trina wasted no time taking advantage of this opportunity.
Without warning, Trina shoved an uppercut up into Shellie’s gut, catching Shellie totally by surprise. You could see Shellie’s knees bend as she let out a loud grunt, leaning forward into Trina, and one hand on her stomach. Trina knew Shellie was hurt and now hooked a hard short left into Shellie’s side. Shellie immediately lurched to that side, when Trina let go with an equally hard right to Shellie’s other side, bringing another louder moan of pain from Shellie who is now totally on the defensive rather than offensive. Giving Shellie absolutely no time to recover, Trina lifted another right up into Shellie’s now totally unprotected gut. Shellie’s mouth opened with the rush of air that whooshed from her mouth and she immediately lurched forward, her head against Trina’s chest. Trina had the presence of mind to push Shellie up and away from her slightly to send another right up into her gut again. This one did Shellie in, dropping her to her knees, both hands on her stomach, gasping for air, as she rocked forward and back while sitting on her legs. Shellie definitely had more experience than Trina, but Trina seemed to have a lot more punching power than Shellie did and was starting to take control of the fight quickly now over the more experienced fighter.
Trina didn’t appear to want to waste any time as she grabbed Shellie by the hair with her left hand, holding her head up and in position for the next right she threw to Shellie’s head, landing on the side of her face. Shellie’s head snapped hard to the side and you could see her eyes start to roll up as she dropped onto her side on the floor. This time Trina gave Shellie time to recover. Shellie lay on her side on the floor for a few seconds before trying to get up. You could see she wasn’t in total control of her body movements and her body seemed to have little strength in it as is almost floundered around trying to get up and groaning with almost every movement.
Shellie managed to get to all fours, shaking her head. She used one hand on the wall for support as she final made it to her feet, but Shellie was still dazed and groggy. It was all she could do to just stand there. She was wobbly and still not able to remain standing in just one spot as she staggered along the wall. Trina simply stood there watching, moving slowly along with Shellie as she moved along the wall. Shellie eventually turned toward Trina but her arms were still at her side when she did, an indication her mind was still dazed. Trina took this opportunity to put her shoulder against Shellie’s upper chest, basically pinning Shellie to the wall. Trina then kept her shoulder pinned to Shellie as she stepped back slightly to give herself more room to throw punches. One punch after another into Shellie’s unprotected gut. Each one landing with a loud thud followed by an umph and groan from Shellie. But with each thud, the umph from Shellie became shorter and shorter. Trina kept driving punch after punch into Shellie’s gut, not giving her time or the chance to catch her breath. After maybe 10 or 12 punches, Shellie’s head was just flopping with each punch. Shellie’s legs had already started to give out. Shellie had always been proud of her legs, and they were strong too. So when they started to give out, you immediately knew Shellie was done for. Trina stopped the punching and stepped back away from Shellie. Shellie immediately started to slide down the wall, then topple forward, landing face down on the floor, with her arms near her sides.
Shellie laid there motionless, out cold. She remained like that for maybe a minute before starting groan and move just slightly. Slowly she managed to roll to her back, her chest heaving up and down with each labored inhale and exhale. Eventually Shellie made it to a sitting position, but only with an extreme amount of effort on her part, her back propped against the wall. First time she tried to get to her feet, she ended back on her butt on the floor. She still seemed groggy from the head punch. Trina was still standing there, laughing at Shellie trying to get up. After about 5 minutes Shellie made it to her feet, but leaned back against the wall. You could tell, she had nothing left in her. She was beaten and exhausted. Her arms dangling almost limp at her sides, her stomach red from her ribs to her panties and some bruises starting to develop. By this time, Trina had her jeans and shirt back on and was headed toward the door to leave when Shellie managed to get out an “I want a rematch sometime”. Trina did not hesitate in the least with her reply of, “Anytime, anytime you want”.
Let me know how I did or if you want to read any other fight accounts.
