The sweat and tears boxing arena - Jenny's first taste of an underground fight club
Part 1
Short of money and urgently needing 1k to fix my car there was perhaps one obvious option for a 25 year old women, to consider however, my coach at the boxing gym had taken me to one side and told me to check out the Sweat and Tears club..."I know you need a way to earn some cash, we'll there's an underground fight club just outside town where you can fight for money, in fact quite decent pots!. It's pretty brutal but there is a ref and rules however rather than me tell you I'd recommend going and watching a fight first before you make your mind up. Speak to Elaine, tell her I sent you and she'll tell you all about it and what options you have.
So, here I was on a rough looking industrial estate pressing the entry buzzer on unit 14, a large anonymous building. Invoking my coach's name I was admitted to a small office to meet Elaine and quickly got down to business. "There are 3 options for you. First option is a grudge fight, if you have someone you want to 'have it out with' you can both come here and go in the ring, Second option is to see if there is anyone else here looking for a fight, probably for the same reasons as you! And thirdly, you can take on one of our house boxers. You get paid based on various factors, for option 1 the winner of the fight will receive 10% of all bets placed on the fight. For option 2 the crowd will bid for the fighters they want to see in the ring, if you win your fight you receive this pot as well as 10% of the bet money. The pots can be huge but if you lose you get nothing, draws are not possible. Option 3 gives the chance of earning the most money, if you win you receive 20% of the betting money and can also become one of paid house fighters, if you lose but last at least 10 rounds you will receive 25% of your potential winnings and for each subsequent round another 5%. Are we clear on this?" Nervously I gave my assent before Elaine continued. "All fights use our house rules, 20, 3 minute rounds using 6oz gloves, 20 second count during which the ring clock is stopped, you can be assisted to your feet and your corner can also call up to 3, 10 minute timeouts. Fight wear is topless, briefs and fight boots only, and because groin protectors are not allowed briefs need to be form fitting so bikini bottoms or panties are quite normal. low blows are allowed so defend yourself! Finally, we don't let anyone fight here until they have witnessed a fight so if you are still interested we can go into the arena and watch a fight... so, interested?" Before I'd even registered the question I instantly replied "Yes!" Not only did I need the money but I was so excited! I was a trained fighter but had never anticipated anything other than boring 3 x 2 minute amateur fights, all padded up.... but this, this was fighting!
Elaine took me into the auditorium, there was a raised spotlit ring in the centre surrounded by seating arranged in numerous small groupings, 2s,4s, and some larger groups as well, all with tables and refreshments, Elaine explained, "we've seating for around 200 downstairs and private viewing suites up above.... now, if you look at the large screens above the ring you can see the bidding process taking place". I looked up, 2 fighters were on screen dressed in their fight attire, one Sarah, was a brunette, the screen said she was 50kg and 162cm, about my weight but a little shorter but well toned and fit. I gulped, her briefs WERE brief, and tight, a thong bikini that outlined her sex, dipping into her cleft and you could even see the bump of her clit! And oh.. the camera was zooming in and lasciviously panning up and down her body, her breasts, C cups with lovely, delicate areola tipped by up tilted, stiff erect nipples that stood out perfectly against her pale skin. She was bidding to fight option 2, any other willing fighter and bids were mounting up! 2.1k quickly became 2.2k. On the other screen was a lightly tanned red haired fighter wearing tiny red bikini panties, Niamh, tall and lithe at 52kg and 174cm she was also well toned and with petite breasts, somewhere between an A and B, but despite being small her breasts were lovely, she'd sunbathed in a bikini so her firm pale breasts stood out against her tanned skin, framed with small dark areola and surprisingly long stiff nipples. She was bidding to fight a house fighter and I almost gasped with surprise! She had +5k and the numbers were still going up! Elaine looked at me "Neave is going to be the one fighting first! But that means that if you want afterwards you can have a go against Sarah" for a moment I was confused and then realised that 'Neave' must be how 'Niamh' was pronounced... Who knew! "Yes! Yes, I'd like that" I stammered out "But what about clothes? I didn't bring any, I didn't expect to fight this evening!!" "Are you wearing panties? If not you can fight nude" "Ah, OK then yes!" Elaine smiled at me and said that she'd message Sarah and tell her not to go. Bidding finished and the next fight was announced "Niamh will fight our house fighter Anne, 'The Cleaver', for a purse of 5,700 euros". The crowd cheered and there were chants from the crowd that sounded like "Cleave her, cleave her, cleave her" as Anne entered the ring accompanied by her stats on screen, 165cm, 54kg, 22 wins and no losses, 20 wins inside 10 rounds but the stats didn't tell the whole story. Anne looked like a gymnast, short haired brunette, she took of her gown to reveal a taught physique etched with muscles and not a trace of fat on her except for firm C cup breasts and taught buttocks encased in skimpy black panties. She took a pose and the crowd cheered as her thighs and biceps flexed. She was about the same weight as Niamh, but she seemed to have more muscle in her shorter frame, Niamh would need her longer reach to keep her at bay! Then Niamh walked to the ring to a smattering of polite applause and then, with a brief talking to from the ref the fighters were brought together in centre ring.
The fight was on!
Round One
Anne instantly rushed Niamh, clearly trying to negate Niamh's reach advantage and struck with a volley of punches that sent Niamh back peddling as Anne surged forward crowding Niamh and not giving her any space or time to regroup. Leading with her right Anne sent two punches angling into Niamh's lower body, very low! Right on Niamh's waistband and Niamh grunted as each hit sunk into her flesh. I gasped too as I realised... My God, Anne was actually targetting Niamh's ovaries! Niamh's mouth was open in an 'O' of surprise and hurt as she backed away but Anne was following and ripped right left combo into Niamh's left breast, first a powerful rising right into the base crushing half the boob flat against Niamh's ribs whilst Anne's fist continued driving up bulging the top half of the breast up obscenely then, as the fist withdrew and the breast started to fall back into place Anne's left fist struck, a straight punch that hit full on the nipple crushing the entire breast flat. The two solid thuds of these punches were overlaid by two pained gasps from Niamh as she more hurriedly backed away. Anne advanced again but Niamh was ready this time and sent a left jab fizzing in towards Anne's head who just barely jerked her head aside in time as Niamh's fist glanced across Anne's forehead. Anne stepped back and the 2 fighters stalked each other,Anne's guard seeming quite loose and a little low whilst Niamh's was more conventional.
Niamh clearly wanted to establish herself in the fight and with Anne's guard set low Niamh sent out a quick left jab to Anne's head but Anne's reactions were superb and without raising her guard Anne swayed effortlessly aside and as Niamh stumbled forward her left fist hitting thin air, Anne sent a short stabbing right up into the base of Niamh's left breast, a brutally efficient punch as Niamh's own forward momentum drove her into Anne's fist. Niamh gave out a short gasp as she was driven onto her toes but instantly responded with right hook that hit the point of Anne's chin! A good punch but much of the power was sapped by Anne quickly snapping her head back.
The two fighters separated, circling for a moment until Anne saw a gap and with a quick sway to her left Anne whipped her left fist around Niamh's guard into the outside of Niamh's right breast, Anne's punch hitting full on the outside curve of the small breast crushing it hard into the ribs a liver punch that drew a grimace from Niamh as she stepped back her pert boob springing back to shape with a fading red blotch on the outside. Niamh sucked in a big breath before advancing with a flurry of punches, a left and right jab to the face that Anne easily evaded but Niamh then connected with a solid left jab that caught Anne full on the lips and then, as Anne instinctively raised her guard, Niamh ploughed a straight right into Anne's left breast. Anne gasped as Niamh's fist knifed into her breast, a perfect circle of tortured flesh surrounded the glove as it bottomed out. Anne had a slight smile on her face as she stepped back, as if relishing the fight, and as Niamh darted forward behind a fiercely driven left Anne reversed direction dropping under Niamh"s driving fist and plunged a heavy right fist just above the waist band of Niamh's red briefs..... thud... " urgnnhh" Niamh gave out a strangled groan and stumbled back a pained expression on her face as her womb absorbed the punch. Niamh was wide open and Anne strode forwards throwing punches. A left jolted Niamh's head back hitting her full on the lips, then a rising right fist knifed into Niamh's left breast, hitting just below the up tilted nipple crushing half the breast into Niamh's ribs whilst driving the boob up Niamh's body, a crescent of tortured boob flesh embracing the top half off Anne's glove. Niamh gasped in pain and was desperately trying to re set her guard but was too slow and her left breast took two more solid punches a straight left and right that ground the still distorted boob hard into Niamh's ribs, "uh, uh, ooh”, 3 gasps of pain from Niamh followed the 3 solid thuds of Anne's fist crushing her breast before Niamh was able to respond with a left jab aimed at Anne's face which, although Anne easily blocked, it gave Niamh enough time to scramble away.
The two fighters circled each other, Anne calm and composed stalking Niamh with predatory purpose whilst Niamh was showing the effects of a hard round, breathing heavily she was sheened with sweat and was marked with red blotches on her lower belly and left breast. Most of the excited crowd were chanting "Cleaver" for Anne but Niamh had a few supporters as well and one clear Irish accented voice cried out "punch her back in the fuckin tits" which generated some good natured laughter and, it seemed, a response from Niamh who drove her right fist into Anne's sternum and followed up with a left uppercut to the base of Anne's right boob. Anne gasped as her sternum was struck and tried to close up on Niamh but too slowly and Niamh's fist tried to rip Anne's breast off her body, the thud of Niamh's fist striking Anne's boob, the wet slap as the breast whipped up into Anne's upper chest and Anne's cry of pain brought a satisfied smile to Niamh's face but before she could capitalise further the round ended and both fighters returned to their corners.
I suddenly realised that Elaine was talking to me but I was so riveted by the fight... in fact so turned on as well which Elaine must have noticed, "Enjoying the show?" She asked with a smile, "I am, absolutely, its so elemental and everything is on the line. My only surprise is how much Anne concentrated on hitting Niamh's tits, She was on top for much of the round and I'd have thought that she might have been able to land some good head punches and maybe knock Niamh out" Elaine pondered for a moment then replied "You've never fought topless, or over such a long time so you"ll need to learn this. If Anne had gone for head shots she might have downed Niamh, but, don't forget, if Niamh couldn't beat the count she would have had a time out and come back fairly fresh so Anne would have to start wearing her down again, but by targetting the body and particularly the breasts the effects of those punches don't wear off. Niamh's breasts will be more tender at the start of the next round than they are now and if she doesn't stop Anne from hitting them she'll end up in serious trouble.
Round 2
There was animated discussion in Niamh's corner but that came to an end as the ref called the fighters back into the ring. Both fighters strode out purposefully and the fight was on. After being dominated for most of the first round Niamh tried to make a quick start with a left right jab combo to Anne's face. Anne though was faster and with seemingly little effort swayed aside from both punches using her movement Anne drove a right hook into Niamh's side just below her left boob. Niamh grimaced, that had hurt! But she hit back and landed a left jab that snapped Anne's head back but her follow up right fell short as Anne instinctively back-pedalled. Niamh rushed forwards driving out a left jab but Anne read the punch and let Niamh's fist slide past her face as she struck the hardest punch of the fight, leaning into a fierce right punch that crushed Niamh"s left breast, such a hard punch that Niamh's forward momentum was instantly halted. Niamh gasped out a pained 'ooh' as Anne's fist cratered her pert breast hitting full on the nipple before stepping back her breast quivering as it sprung back into shape showing a fading red blotch.
The fighters circled for a few moments until Niamh strode forward leading as she usually did with a left jab but Anne easily blocked Niamh's punch, and the next two as well but when Niamh sent her next jab Anne swayed aside allowing Niamh's punch to slide past her cheek, then, with a bend of her knees Anne dropped and drove a wicked one two angled down into the waistband of Niamh's panties, precisely targetting each of Niamh's ovaries just as she had done in the first round. "Uh, ummmmpf" Niamh exclaimed over the top of two solid thuds and staggered back two short steps before starting to fold over her face twisting in agony as the pain from her scrambled ovaries started to hit. Niamh should have gone down, her guard was non-existent and bent over her dangling breasts were unprotected as Anne drove a volley of uppercuts into them. 1, 2, 3, 4 savage punches ripped into the base of each pert breast at once crushing the bottom half of each boob into ribs but then dragging the whole impossibly high up Niamh's chest. "Ooh, oooh, ooww, ooooow" Niamh cried out as each hit both crushed and ground her glands up across her ribs and slowly forced her upright, but, she still didn't have a proper guard and Anne now changed angles and drove a further 2 straight drives hitting flush on each erect nipple and fully compressing each boob. Niamh was knocked back and with her unresponsive legs rooted to the spot she fell backwards into the ropes and slid down to the ring floor.
The ref, largely unseen to this point, started a count whilst Niamh's seconds rushed from their corner to assist. Niamh sat on the ring floor and started to push herself up but her second told her "stay down, there's no rush" before leaning in close and whispering intense instructions whilst the count continued. Niamh listened intently, her pained expression turning into an angry determined look until with the count at 18 seconds Niamh was unceremoniously hauled to her feet and waved forwards. As Niamh strode out to meet Anne she seemed to be moving quite freely but, despite only being the second round she was breathing heavily and her sweat sheened torso was beginning to show red blotches around her panty waistband and breasts, a testament to Anne's cruelly accurate targetting of Niamh's womanhood. Anne meanwhile was unmarked and was breathing easily, her taught body showing no overt sweat, just the healthy glow of a mild workout. Niamh's seconds left the ring and the ref waved the fight on.
The fighters eyed each other as they danced around the ring looking for an opportunity, and, Niamh created it by faking her characteristic left jab lead causing Anne to lean back and raise her guard just enough to allow Niamh to drive her right fist into Anne's sternum just below her firm breasts . "Ummpff" Caught unawares Anne puffed out a lungful of air and stepped back. Hurt for the first time her mouth formed an almost comical 'O' as she tried to draw breath but Niamh was following up and her left fist hit Anne full on the lips and continued with a barrage of punches. Anne's head jerked back as Niamh's left fist smashed into her lips, her left breast was crushed into her ribs by a venomous straight right and then a beautiful left hook drew a pained gasp from Anne as it seared across the tip of her right boob catching the prominent areola and erect nipple before striking the inside of the left boob and whipping it out violently to the side. With no pause Niamh continued, a right ripped into Anne's side just below her left boob but Anne managed to block Niamh's fierce left that would have crushed her right boob and ducking under Niamh's right fist Anne showed her killer instinct by plunging her left fist down into Niamh's lower belly. "Uhhhh' Niamh gasped as her womb took another hit but struck back as Anne straightened jolting Anne's head back with a firm left jab before stepping back for a respite. At that moment the bell rang and the fighters went back to their corners.
Niamh looked shattered in her corner, sitting hunched over resting her elbows on her knees she was dripping with sweat and I could see that her breasts were reddened the left especially so, but, as she recovered her wind she sat back more normally and her breathing eased and I was able to see what sort of state she was in. There were red markings visible wickedly low on her belly just above the waistband of her panties, well below the belt for any conventional boxing match and both breasts were reddened, the left especially so. I wondered what it felt like to be hit in such sensitive areas and how much more Niamh could take, surely she'd need an even bigger resurgence than she'd shown so far to have any chance. Anne, despite taking some hits during this round, still looked fresh and unconcerned in her corner however, her left nipple and areola did seem a little more puffy and redder than the right. The round break seemed to pass quickly and Niamh and Anne were soon called back into the ring
Round 3
Niamh started the round trying the tactic that had worked for her in R2, faking a left jab to the head and then throwing a right to Anne's body but having been caught once Anne was prepared, seeming to fall for the fake jab she drew Niamh into striding forward and putting everything into a huge right but Anne neatly faded to her right and threw three brutally effective punches. "Uhh, urh, oooooh" Niamh gave three short and increasingly pained grunts as first Anne's left fist knifed into Niamh"s right tit, striking just outside the nipple the breast was instantly crushed hard against Niamh's ribs and Niamh's own forwards momentum helped to agonisingly ground the pinned boob across Niamh's chest. Then a short stabbing right uppercut struck the ribs and base of Niamh's right boob so hard the Niamh was raised onto her toes as her boob violently whipped up followed instantly by a straight left that thudded into the bottom half of the still raised boob causing the top half to bulge obscenely up. Niamh retreated with a pained expression and a face drained of colour suggesting that Anne's punches had also impacted her liver.
As Anne strode purposefully forward it was noticeable that Niamh"s guard was set lower and Anne took full advantage jolting Niamh's head back twice in quick succession with two crisp left jabs, then as Niamh's guard shot up Anne powered her right fist into Niamh's left breast. Angling her fist down Anne lent into the punch and hit the bulls eye of Niamh"s prominent areola and up tilted nipple crushing and dragging the entire breast down "Owww" Niamh let out a sharp cry of pain and reeled back as her breast bobbed back into place, the once pale flesh darkening to a rosy hue. As Anne advanced Niamh threw a left jab to try and gain some respite but Anne leaned inside using her right arm to deflect the jab whilst unleashing a left hook that drew a gasp from Niamh as the glove scoured across Niamh's prominent left areola and nipple whipping the boob out away from Niamh"s body.
Niamh looked flustered as she retreated across the ring, beaten to the punch all throughout the fight she was in trouble and showing signs of damage and fatigue even though this was still just the third round. Niamh's lower belly was peppered with red blotches as were both breasts; Elaine's comment about breast punches was being proven in front of me as Niamh was showing increasing pain with each hit. And, she was breathing hard, mouth agape as she sucked in air with sweat running down her body. Anne followed Niamh across the ring driving her back relentlessly with short vicious jabs and hooks that Niamh struggled to avoid. Niamh blocked some but Anne was constantly changing angles forcing Niamh to keep twisting to face differing points of attack. Niamh blocked a left jab to the chin but Anne was already fading to her right and driving her right fist into Niamh's left ribs/kidneys, then as Niamh widened her guard a short stabbing right brutally crushed her left breast Niamh then managed to block a left hook to her liver but a right jab caught her on the cheek twisting her head around and left Niamh open to a left hook that plunged into the outside of Niamh's right boob angling in so that half the boob was pinned against the ribs before the whole boob was dragged across her body, a tortured semi circle of flesh being chased and subsumed by Anne's glove.
Niamh was on the point of being overwhelmed and if she lost this early she'd earn nothing! So she stopped trying to defend and went on full attack. As Anne whipped a right hook across Niamh's left areola and into the inside of her right boob Niamh gasped in pain but instantly crushed Anne's right boob with a powerful left jab and, striding forwards forced Anne to quickly step back and sway aside from a fierce right to the head. Niamh drove Anne back with a flurry of punches, a left and right aimed at Anne's boobs were blocked but Niamh scored with a left hook to the belly and this dropped Anne's guard enough for Niamh to strike Anne's left boob with a straight right to the nipple, Niamh's glove crushing the sensitive gland hard against Anne's ribs. Anne gasped but returned the blow instantly making Niamh cry out in anguish as Anne ripped her right fist into the bottom half of Niamh's left breast, an upward angled punch that crushed half of Niamh"s pert boob against Niamh"s ribs before forcing the breast up impossibly high as her glove ground the pinned boob up across Niamh's ribs.
Niamh momentarily stepped back, her face a picture of pain as her breast bobbed back into place the bottom half darkening to a deeper red hue. That last punch had hurt and I could see that Niamh's boobs were now noticeably swelling and starting to look bruised, the left more obviously than the right with both tipped by protruding areola and stiffly erect blood red nipples. Niamh gathered herself and went back onto the attack as Anne slowly retreated dodging and weaving as Niamh tried to get through with a series of jabs to the head and hooks to the body, Jab, hook, jab, hook, all missed as Anne ghosted away then as Niamh threw out another left jab Anne struck, swaying aside from Niamh's fist Anne's right glove struck a crushing blow to Niamh's left breast spearing straight into the nipple . "Oooohh" Niamh cried out, her pained cry overlaying a solid thud as her bruised and tender breast was crushed, the punch made worse by Niamh's powerful forward stride but Anne was momentarily open and Niamh retaliated with a right hook to Anne's ribs. This initiated an exchange of punches and Anne smiled, seemingly relishing the fight Niamh was putting up, but the smile belied intent, the pleasant expression at odds with the cruel series of punches that followed. Anne twisted her torso whipping a searing left hook across the tip of Niamh's right boob scouring across the puffy areola and swollen nipple whilst Niamh was also driving her own left fist into Anne's right boob. Anne allowed Niamh's fist to strike but, Anne was swivelling away so whilst Niamh's fist sunk pleasingly into Anne's boob Niamh had to reach and stretch and much of her power was lost. Not so Anne's instant response! A short stabbing right uppercut to the bottom half of Niamh's left boob that brought Niamh up onto her toes as her breast was skewered and driven up her body by Anne's glove. Niamh cried out with each hit, "aieeee, oooooh" but carried on swinging punches as she angrily threw her right fist at Anne's smug face. Cold calculation beat anger! Anne dropped under Niamh's wild swing and sunk her right fist deep into the centre of Niamh"s red panties. "Uhhhhh' Niamh gave out a despairing cry, her face twisting in agony as she stumbled, trying to keep balanced on jellied legs she lurched forwards into a desperate clinch holding tight to Anne who reciprocated, their sweaty bodies held mashed together breast to breast with Niamh's pain etched face hanging over Anne's left shoulder. At that moment the bell rang, Anne let go and Niamh slowly slid down to the ring floor onto her knees and then slumping forwards resting her head on her crossed arms as she absorbed the hurt from Anne's dreadfully effective punch.
Anne casually walked back to her corner to cries of "cleaver, cleaver" whilst Niamh was helped to hers. Niamh looked shattered and in serious pain struggling to sit up whist an ice pack was eased into her panties. She eventually slumped back to lean against the corner post wincing as ice packs were held against her now obviously swollen and bruised breasts, the left so tender that Niamh was wincing even as her corner gently held the ice pack to it. Anne meanwhile, whilst having slightly reddened boobs looked perfectly fresh and was chatting animately to her corner and showing no signs of discomfort. Niamh recovered somewhat during the break and was taking advice from her corner, but, as she sat up properly it became even more obvious how much damage Anne had inflicted. Clearly visible red blotches and bruising on Niamh"s lower belly between navel and the top of her low cut panties but her breasts showed the most obvious damage with the left particularly heavily bruised and swollen both were tipped by reddened puffy areola and stiffly erect red raw nipples.
Round 4
As the fighters came into the ring it was obvious that Niamh was struggling a little, she winced as she stood up and stood somewhat hunched over, obviously still feeling the effects of the groin punch. Niamh forced herself upright and walked out on slightly stiff legs to meet Anne, The fighters squared off for a few seconds before Anne started testing Niamh with a series of punches making Niamh continuously twist and turn as she was driven back across the ring. Niamh blocked a left jab to the face but a right hook slipped around Niamh"s guard and thudded into her left side. Niamh grimaced but twisted to face Anne throwing out a left jab as she did so but Anne swayed aside and responded with a form left jab of her own jolting Niamh's head back then, as Niamh back-pedalled and instinctively raised her guard, Anne crushed Niamh's left breast with a fierce straight right delivered with every ounce of power she possessed. The wet thud as Anne's fist tore into the swollen and tender flesh was followed instantly by a sharp cry of pain from Niamh "Aiiiieeeee" and she was propelled forcibly back into the ropes. Niamh realised the danger she was in and instantly flew back at Anne using the rebound from the ropes she caught the advancing Anne cold who walked straight into a right fist to the jaw. Crack! Niamh's right fist struck jolting Anne's head back and suddenly Anne was vulnerable and dazed, out on her feet. Anne's guard dropped and Niamh took advantage left, right, left, right, 4 powerful punches sunk into Anne's breasts, powerful hits aimed just below Anne's nipples crushing each boob in turn hard against Anne's ribs. 'Ooh, oooh, oooh, oooh', 4 cries overlaid solid thuds as Anne staggered back with each hit offering no defence at all until increasing pain brought more awareness and a belated attempt to set a guard made Niamh change targets. A quick one two jolted Anne's head twice, speed rather than power but still hard enough to further disorientate Anne and send her staggering back into the corner post. Niamh strode forwards and as Anne threw out a weak jab Niamh dropped down underneath and drilled her right fist into Anne's pussy mound hitting the bullseye of the little bump above Anne's delectable camel toe. Anne gasped 'ughhh' an agonised cry clearly audible over the solid thud of the strike that, with Anne's buttocks rammed hard against the corner post, crushed Anne's sex with devastating force. Anne instantly started to drop but Niamh's left whipped up, a vicious uppercut between Anne's parted thighs crushing Anne's sex hard against her pubic bone. Anne gasped 'uhhhhh' and dropped to her haunches, her face pale and etched in abject agony she groaned, oooh,.... oooh......ooooh as she rammed her gloved fist between her thighs before pitching forward on her knees, head resting on her left forearm. I found it all highly erotic despite the brutality and I couldn't take my eyes of Anne as she writhed in agony, her dangling breasts swaying, taught panty clad buttocks quivering as Anne reacted to the excruciating pain
Meanwhile there was a count progressing and Anne's seconds had rushed to try and aid Anne, quickly getting her rolled over and sitting with her back slumped against the corner post. Efficiently and with no allowance for modesty a bag of ice was thrust down the front of Anne's panties. Anne cried out, just moving seemed to cause intense pain but after the initial shock she seemed to welcome the ice but was still gasping hurt groans with each breath. The count was now at 15 and Anne was clearly in no condition to continue. The ref announced "Time out called, the fight will continue in 10 minutes". Niamh raised her arms in triumph before walking back to her corner; as she did so the extent of the damage Anne had inflicted was apparent. Niamh's body was peppered with red blotches especially her lower torso below the navel and her breasts were bruised and swollen especially the left and her puffy areola and stiff nipples were an angry red. In contrast Anne's torso was much less marked. Her torso was largely untouched but her breasts were now showing some red blotches and Anne's right nipple was swollen and reddened.
How will the fight go after the timeout? Does Niamh how have a chance? Or will Anne recover and continue dominating the fight?
Any suggestions or constructive criticism let me know
