I wrote about a boxing match my wife had with a rival several weeks ago (in the thread “Basement Boxing” under general discussion about Catfights). Because of that fight, she got a promotion where she works, as the main boss, “Mr. Big,” apparently was a catfight fan. His trophy wife, Judy, has invited Nancy to lunch several times and they’ve become good friends. Now for the rest of the story…
Nancy’s company had their Christmas party the first weekend in December and during that party I got the opportunity to meet Mr. Big. When we were alone he asked me if he could ask a personal question and wanted to know if my wife’s fighting was my idea or hers and I told him it was her idea, although I admitted I enjoyed watching. He said that was great because sometimes a husband pushes his wife into doing something she doesn’t feel comfortable with and he didn’t think that was right and I agreed. That was the extent of our conversation about women fighting as we talked about other things and I enjoyed talking to him. He seemed like a normal person and not some pervert like Dick was.
Just after the company party we received an invitation to another Christmas party at Mr. Big’s house on December 22nd. The invitation said come hungry, dress casual, and no gifts please. Using our GPS to find the address, I knew we were in for something special when we pulled up to his house, which was at least 8,000 sq ft. Our car is brand new but was the cheapest car in the driveway. The house was decorated with fine antiques and modern art. I wore some slacks and a golf shirt, but was afraid I was underdressed as everyone else was in a coat & tie. I felt better when Mr. Big greeted us wearing jeans.. It was a buffet style dinner party with about 20 guests. Nancy said she didn’t recognize anyone from work which I thought unusual. We were in a room full of strangers but they were friendly and easy to talk to. No one asked questions like “what do you do” or “where do you work,” which I found a bit strange. We were the youngest couple there. Most of the men were in their 40s or 50s, and most of their wives appeared to be 10 to 15 years younger.
We were one of the last to go through the buffet line. People were seated at several round tables in a large room and most of the tables were full as we started to look for a place to sit. Mr. Big waved us over to where he and Judy were sitting with two other couples. As we were finishing an excellent catered meal, Mr. Big announces that for entertainment tonight they were going to have female boxing, starting with a fight between two rival high school cheerleaders! My mouth dropped open in astonishment. It was the kind of party where you would’ve expected a string ensemble of classical music, not female fighting. Even more amazing was everyone at our table reacted with comments like, “Oh goody!” and “Can’t wait!”
Then he dropped a bomb shell. He looked at me and asked, “How would you like to be the referee for the first match?” I immediately replied, “No way!” Mr. Big told me there was nothing to worry about. He said the girls were rank amateurs, had never fought before, and that it should be fun. I told him I had no idea what the rules were, and he said the rules were whatever I came up with. He said the girls agreed to fight topless until one decided to quit or was knocked out. The loser would have to give her cheerleader outfit to the winner. My wife nudged me and told me to give it a try. I said okay. Mr. Big asked Selena, a woman at the same table, to be a second to one of the girls, and then asked Nancy to be the second to the other girl. I objected, saying it wouldn’t look right to have me as a referee and my wife in one fighter’s corner, so Mr. Big then asked Judy, his wife to second the other fighter. When we got up from the table Mr. Big took me to the pool house where the fight would be held. There was a regulation, 4-rope boxing ring, surrounded with a collection of lawn chairs and wooden benches for the audience. He asked me what shoe size I wore and took me to a locker filled with black canvas shoes and I picked out my size and put them on. He opened another locker and gave me a referee shirt which matched my black slacks. He then pointed at two separate doors where the fighters were and told me someone would come and get us in about a half hour.
Behind the first door I met Rachael, a stunning brunette who had her long hair tied behind her in a pony tail. She had a great overall tan. My guess is she was about 5 ft 3 and 120 lbs, and seemed to be in great shape. She was wearing her purple and gold cheerleader skirt and nothing else. Her breasts were about a 34C, and her nipples, though erect, were about the size of a pea. She gave me a nervous smile and I asked her what she knew about her upcoming fight. She said only that she would be fighting Sasha, a rival high school cheerleader. (Rachael was now a freshman in college). She had to fight for 3 rounds to get paid, but once she knocked Sasha out or made her quit she would get her cheerleader uniform in addition to prize money. She was already wearing small pink boxing gloves which were taped. She was wearing lipstick and eye makeup and there was no oil on her face or chest. I told her rounds would be two minutes long, with two minutes rest between rounds. I asked if she had a mouthpiece and she said no, because Mr Big didn’t want us to wear one. “I get an extra hundred if I bloody Sasha’s mouth!” she exclaimed, and banged her gloves together. I told her Selena would be in her corner to help her between rounds and wished her luck.
In the next room Hector was just finishing taping Sasha’s gloves. (Hector gets around, doesn’t he?). I could tell from the conversation they were having that Hector had provided the girls with boxing lessons. Sasha was wearing a red & white cheerleader skirt, but I couldn't see her breasts because they were hidden by an open bathrobe.
Hector finished taping the gloves and left without acknowledging me. I introduced myself and asked if Sasha had any questions. She asked if there would be water between rounds and I told her Judy would be in her corner between rounds to help her. She also asked how many rounds and I told her the fight would continue until a knockout or someone gave up. Sasha had shoulder length red hair and a face covered with freckles, which made her look like she belonged in that high school pleated cheerleader skirt. She was actually a sophomore now at a different university from Rachael. She was taller than Rachael, I’d guess about 5’ 6” and very lanky. Her skin was milky white. Certainly not as muscular as Rachael, and if I had to bet on who would win the fight beforehand I’d say Rachael was going to win. She was however drop dead gorgeous and flashed me an incredible smile when I wished her good luck.
Mr. Big acted as announcer and introduced the fighters to his guests. He only said they would be fighting for the other’s cheerleader outfit they wore when they attended rival high schools. Judy removed Sasha’s robe revealing some very nice titties, though a bit smaller than Rachael’s, and I called them to the center of the ring for instructions. I told them I would not stop the fight, but that they could quit anytime they wanted to.
Another man was assigned the duty of time keeper and I motioned for him to ring the bell and the fight began. They flew at each other swinging wildly. It didn’t take long for the guests to start cheering for their favorite and applaud as punches were landed. Rachael landed several punches to the side of Sasha’s head, snapping her head sideways, and Sasha returned the punishment with straight punches to Rachael’s face. They appeared to be evenly matched and it was a great fight. With barely a minute elapsed, Sasha hit Rachael in the eye and she screamed and went down. It was obvious that she had never been hit in the eye before. There was no way she wanted to fight anymore. I motioned to the timekeeper to stop the round, and I helped her up and pulled her glove away from her face and took a look at her left eye. It was tearing badly. Selena gave me a wet iced towel and I rubbed her eye which gave her some relief from the pain. I asked her if she wanted to call it quits, and she said there was no way she was going to give her cheerleader outfit to that bitch. I said okay then, tossed the towel back to Selena, motioned for Sasha to come to the center of the ring and I nodded at the time keeper to start the time again and said, “Fight!” They went at it again. The timekeeper restarted the time from zero, so they fought for the next two full minutes. Rachael fought well with her right hand, but kept her left hand up to protect her eye and didn’t throw a punch with it. Sasha got some really good punches into her left breast and the side of her stomach. It was a very entertaining fight as they spent some time between punches calling each other names, and they both reacted when they received a punch with cries of “Ow!” “Ugh!” and “Umph!” When Sasha landed a really painful shot Rachael would move in and clinch to stop the blows. I had to move between them several times and shout “break” to separate them. Putting your arms between the sweaty bare breasts of two women and forcing them apart while your wife is watching…it just doesn’t get any better than that!
During the two minutes rest between rounds, Selena put a compress on Rachael’s eye and gave her some water. She looked refreshed and ready to go again, although her left eye was very red. Judy took care of Sasha and was giving her tips and instructing how to use the laces of her gloves to rake the nipples in a clinch. It was expert advice and I had this mental picture of Judy and Nancy (my wife) fighting topless. I was certain the 35+ year old Judy would pummel my wife mercilessly, hitting her tits over and over until she hit the canvas in pain, but my Walter Mitty moment was interrupted by the time keeper advising me that round 2 would start in 10 seconds.
The young fighters charged at each other again and exchanged haymakers to each others faces, stepped back for just a second and went at each other again. This time Rachael used both hands and was more effective at hitting the side of Sasha’s head. Sasha took the punches in stride and returned her own. To my surprise, Sasha was delivering the harder blows. Her punches landed using the face of her glove while Rachael’s were more slapping and she wasn’t generating the hand speed to hurt Sasha. The “Ows!” started coming more from Rachael, and she looked to clinch again to get her breath. Spinning her around, Sasha had listened to her corner advice and put the laces of her right glove over Rachael’s left breast and began grinding over her nipple. This left Rachael’s left hand free and she retaliated by hitting Sasha in the back of the head, but as Sasha had moved her head to the right of Rachael, her blows had no power, while from Rachael’s screams it was pretty obvious Sasha’s lacing hurt. As this was a clinch I should’ve broken it up but I preferred to look upon it as in-fighting, in which Sasha was doing damage and I let it continue. When Rachael saw that her punches weren’t effective she then used her left hand to push Sasha away from her and broke the clinch. Sasha had time to give Rachael’s left eye a direct punch again just as they separated. The girl screamed and for the remaining 30 seconds of the round again kept her left hand close to her eye to prevent any further damage. She paid for it with numerous punches landing to her stomach. She was driven into the ropes and Sasha was hitting her pretty much at will when the round ended. If I were judging the fight, it was definitely a 10-8 round in favor of Sasha.
Rachael need all two minutes between rounds to get her composure together. Selena put an iced towel on her left eye, but it was swelling now and her eyelid was starting to close. I was certain she was going to have one heck of a black eye. Her left breast and stomach were glowing red from the punches and mistreatment they had received.
Round 3 began, only this time instead of rushing at each other they circled for a few seconds. Rachael followed her corner’s advice and didn’t use her left hand just for defense, but it didn’t matter much. Sasha had her way with her, hitting her face and body until both were bright red from the impacts. The trash talk stopped, with Sasha intent on knocking out her opponent, and the only sounds coming from Rachael were cries of pain as she got punched. Rachael’s punches had slowed to the point that Sasha all but ignored them. And whenever Rachael tried to clinch for some rest, she couldn’t prevent Sasha from attacking her breasts. When the bell ended the round I’m sure everyone in the audience knew it was just a matter of time.
Round 4 was the final round. Hit in the left eye again almost with the first punch, Rachael went down. This time I didn’t give her a break, I just started counting. She got up before 10, but kept her glove on her eye. I pulled both her gloves away from her and wiped them on my shirt and asked her if she wanted to continue. She nodded yes, and put her gloves up to box. Covering her eye, it didn’t take Sasha long to move in for the kill. Backing her against the ropes, she rained lefts and rights into her stomach, punching all the air out of her. Only her straight locked legs and leaning against the ropes prevented her from going down. Sasha followed by knocking her hand away and again punched her in the face. Another vicious right to her bruised eye and Rachael winced in pain but somehow didn’t go down. She was out on her feet now and totally defenseless. In a normal boxing match it would’ve been stopped but I let it continue. Sasha landed probably 5 or 6 more punches as the party guests were on their feet applauding. Lefts and rights to her jaw ended the fight. Rachael collapsed and everyone knew the fight was over. I counted her out while she held her busted eye and started crying. She made no attempt to get up. Rather than have Sasha go to her corner while I counted I let her stand over her downed foe and taunt her. When I reached “10,” she put her foot on Rachael’s stomach and put her arms in the air. Then she danced around the ring, celebrating her victory as the guests cheered. I bent down to help Rachael up and Selena came and together we had her sit on her stool in her corner. She couldn’t stop crying, and it was now evident that Sasha had earned an additional $100 as blood was coming from Rachael's mouth. One of Sasha’s punches had landed and smashed her lower lip against her teeth, causing a nasty gash. Selena had retrieved Rachael’s cheerleader top from her dressing room, and she gave it to me.
Mr. Big entered the ring to announce the winner. I helped Rachael to her feet and led her to the center of the ring and stood between her and Sasha, holding both their gloved hands. “In 45 seconds of the 4th round, the winner by knockout, Sasha.” I raised Sasha’s hand and gave her Rachael’s cheerleader top. At the same time, Selena removed Rachael’s cheerleader skirt and had her step out of it and also gave it to Sasha. She waived both around the ring, taunting Rachael with them. Rachael was left with just a string thong bottom, so she was standing there bare-assed and was totally humiliated. She kept wiping the blood from her mouth with her glove and crying, and couldn’t wait to be led out of the ring back to her dressing room.
I followed to check on Rachael, while Mr. Big conducted an interview with the winner. I removed Rachael’s gloves and cut the tape off her hands. Her lip had all but stopped bleeding but her left eye was swelling rapidly and now almost closed. Selena said she would take care of her and said I could go, as she was going to have her take a shower and then drive her home. I changed back into my street clothes and returned to the ring.
The second fight of the evening had already started…and ended, by the time I sat down by my wife. A first round stoppage my wife said when one girl was knocked flat on her back by virtually the first punch. The third and last contest of the evening was between two of the guests at the party…but I’ll save that for another time.
It was a great evening. On leaving, Mr. Big thanked me for my duties, and said I did a fantastic job. He said stopping the fight in the first round and letting Rachael recover was the perfect thing to do, and he also expressed his admiration in how I let the fight continue to it’s natural conclusion. “How would you like to referee again?” He asked, and I said I was grateful for the privilege and would gladly do it again. He said he’d be sure and make that happen.
My wife and I had an interesting discussion on the ride back to our house, but I think I’ll also leave that for another time.
