Hopefully you have read parts one and two before reading this posts. If not then here are links to the first two parts.
Part 1:
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=110713.0Part 2:
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=110788.0As always please comment how you feel about the story. I hope people are enjoying it but if not then don't be afraid to say so. I am using this as a mixture of serious work and a bit of experimentation for future stories.
Autobiography of a Topless Boxer Part 3After witnessing my new friend Tina's victory on the Friday night, I knew I was hooked, partly on her and partly on the fact I had to step into that ring with the crowd. I rung up the boss of the gym the fights took place to agree to fight in five weeks time. I wouldn't know my opponent till the Monday of the fight, same for my opponent so we were at an even keel.
I finished my shift at work on Monday and headed to the gym for an hour training session. After seeing how fit Tina was and her opponent, I knew I had to work hard to build a little more muscle, while working on my technical skills. Tina had told me she would be along to help me out, though she wouldn't be training as she was taking the week off from the bruises to her body still being sore.
This time as I stepped into the gym I was more prepared for the reception. Tina had made it clear on the phone that the women roughly in my weight class would be not be rolling the welcome mat out for me, knowing that they might be squaring up to me on fight night. The ones in the lighter weights all were polite and some were as bubbly as Tina herself was. It was clear that everyone here wasn't just in it for a simple way to make money, they were here to prove they were as tough as nails and better then these other woman.
It's funny to think about as now I know more of the girls, some didn't work and took this as a profession, others took this as an extra pay check like I did and some used it as a way to support themselves and their family. My first opponent came from the third category, I didn't know that though at the time of course as I was just focused on seeing my Asian friends beautiful face light up seeing me.
Giving her a hug, I ventured into the locker room to get changed. Nobody cared clearly about being nude around each other as some of the other girls simply stood as nude as the day they were born chatting as if they were waiting for a bus to drive by. I had to smile to myself as I striped and a few snuck a glance to see what I was like. My ebony body proudly on show with my big tits, my trimmed bush between my legs out for all to see.
Not long later I was in my black gym shorts, a black vest with no bra underneath and had 12oz white gloves for the heavy bag with hand wraps. Tina whistled as I came out and winked at me. I laughed as I told her "you'll get a reputation around here." Which she replied "oh you know I already have one of those." Tina is one of my favourite people in the world because of that infectious personality.
As you can guess I have a few people staring at me as I did my circuit. Now I am reasonable fit, though I'd admit compared to the likes of Tina I am a slob. I did weights, a little cardio on a treadmill before I worked on the heavy bag. Tina helping by holding it and giving me advice.
While I was doing that a sparring session was taking place with one person I'd become to know very well. Shayla is her name, the busty blonde bitch isn't on my Christmas card list, even if I do have a lot of respect for her now, though we both know if we see each other in a bar we'd be locked up in combat before we know it.
I took off my gloves and wiped my brow down with a white towel I brought in my gym bag. Turning to look at the ring as Shayla was knocking around a younger blonde I'd learn was called Beatrice. Shayla put her down with an uppercut and the sparring was waved off by one of the guys who seconds the fighters on fight night named Charlie.
Shayla took a drink of her water bottle and saw me watching her. Leaning her bust frame over the top rope, she sat on the middle rope and for all to see yelled "wanna try me rookie? I will enjoy letting you learn where you belong!" To whistles by some girls, others looked apprehensive.
I am not one to turn down a fight. I started walking towards the ring as Shayla grinned at me. I was more then happy to put her in her place as the tension between us was clear for a mile. Tina rushed in front of me to stop me. She told me "Kathy don't do this, she is the champion in your division, she is just wanting to make an example of you."
That stopped me as I grit my teeth. I have never been afraid of anyone, took some beatings but judging by the way that Charlie was holding back Shayla, we weren't going to be allowed to fight even if I did enter the ring. The other woman looked disappointed as the fight wasn't going to happen.
Inside I was seething that I didn't get a chance to lay a glove on her. I can tell you that from our not so friendly conversation over this autobiography that Shayla wanted at me badly. We both seemed to know that a brawl was coming one way or another, just was when it would happen.
Anyway moving on I did more training. Feeling fitter with each week that past but soon enough I'd find out my first opponent that Gary the boss that selected for me. Tina got back into the swing of things herself and soon we were chatting most nights on the phone. We agreed to no nights out but if I won my debut and she won her fight the Friday afterwards that she'd go to a nightclub together.
The Monday of fight week came. I was told off Gary and Tina what was expected this day as it would be when I found out my opponent. It would be a six round, three minute fight and I'd come face to face topless with them this night before our showdown on Friday night for five hundred pounds, the loser taking two hundred.
Walking into the gym at eight o'clock. Tina wasn't there as it was only the fighters who'd be fighting that week. I wore blue denim jeans, black heels and a black blouse. There were a few women my build, so I had a selection of possible opponents. I'll admit my heart was racing as I was keen to fight and had to hold myself back from outright trash talking them.
The time came and being the opening bout my name was read out first by Gary. I stepped into the ring after removing my heels, taking my blouse off next to bare my breasts. I'll admit I was a little self conscious that my nipples were rock solid but I simply put on a stoic expression with hands on my hips. My stats were read out for all to hear. 23 years old, standing 5'6 and weighing 134lbs as I lost a little puppy fat and was more toned.
Then my opponents name was read out. Sally stepped through the ropes wearing black jeans, her black heels were off and next came her white T-shirt. She was forty years old, stood 5'8 and weighed 135lbs. I'll admit she looked pretty good, especially now I know she has a teenage son and daughter who keep her fit.
Instinctively we moved towards each other. Bumping breasts before we pressed them together. She asked "you really want this?" I replied "more then anything bitch" as she grinned and we had to be nudged apart by Gary. Asking if we agreed to fight. We nodded with a quick hand shake as is expected (though doesn't always happen) between fighters.
I'll admit I wanted to grab Sally by her hair as that devilish voice that fuelled my aggressive side was telling me to fight her now. Of course I held off her and we stepped out the ring, though for a good period both of us kept our tops off. Eyeing each other as we both wanted to fight.
Fast forwards again and it's fight night. It was interesting being in the locker room that night. Sally was in the other locker room of course or we might not have made it out to the ring. The others women in the room were pacing, most apart from one other were used to this. It made me honestly relax somewhat seeing even the experienced fighters were nervous.
My name was called out on a speaker in the room. I got a few women saying good luck to me, others glared as they knew the day would come I'd fight them. Anyway I left the room to be met by my second for the night Corey. Now Corey is cute, he is a few years older then me, a strong build, blonde hair and a winning smile. Too bad for him I had my eyes elsewhere but we'll come to that later in the story.
In the crowd as I walked out were my two boxing pals. Bethany from my first fight sat next to Tina, they'd gotten to know each other a little but had never met till then. I'll admit as the crowd was whistling and cheering me, I was more focused on them as I looked in their direction. My heart skipped a beat seeing them move closer, it beat again when they hugged and I could see them turn to cheer me on.
Getting into the ring, I'd been glad that I had gotten time in the ring with a little sparring with Tina. Gone were the days of me boxing on gym mats, hello were the days of me in a boxing ring like my heroes Chris Eubank and Nigel Benn boxed in.
Before I forget I was wearing my 8oz red gloves, a red thong that matched the colour of my painted toe nails. My hair was tied into a ponytail as I bounce on my bare feet in my corner. My bare breasts jiggling around slightly as I got myself into the zone.
There were more cheers as Sally came to the ring. She waved to the crowd with her black gloves. Wearing a black thong with pink trim, her toe nails were painted pink as her hair was in a ponytail too. Climbing into the opposite corner with a smile as she stared me down.
I should give a little context to Sally's boxing exploits as I'd find out from her sitting with me for a cup of tea recently. Sally started boxing ten years ago after her husband left her and the kids, meaning she needed quick income. What started as a few bouts at a strip club turned into her getting fights at Gary's events. She had been close to becoming a champion at one time. Now she was more a tester for the young fighters, she had made several quit by giving them a good beating, like how she planned to give me one here.
The referee waved us to the middle of the ring. Neither of us said a word but our eyes were firmly locked. Sally tapped her gloves together as she was keen to use them on me. I simply stood with my hands on my hips thrusting my bigger breasts out at her. That's till we both touched our gloves with the other and walked back to our corners. A bell rung to start the six rounds we were scheduled for.
Round one and already Sally was looking to pressure me. I'll admit I felt a little sick as I was nervous, especially when a few straight shots landed square into my lips and nose through my mitts. Sally was smirking as clearly she thought I wasn't much and I'd be the latest girl she would scare away back home.
But I caught her with a left cross when she planted her feet. A straight landed onto her forehead to knock her head back. I could just about hear my friends as they yelled my name. I was trying to club my opponent backwards when I missed a right cross, taking a double jab back into my face to knock my head backwards.
Under a minute left of the opening round and Sally looked like Floyd Mayweather compared to me. I knew Tina would be mad as I swung more then aimed, getting pegged back into my face, already I could feel blood trickling from my nostrils. Sally was enjoying herself at my expense.
The bell dings and back I walk to my corner sniffing my nose. Corey wiped my nose down and looked to stop the bleeding. He told me to get my head in the game as he'd seen me train and knew I was better then this. I took a breath to cool the butterflies in my stomach.
Back up we got for round two. I took my time more as I jabbed, using some of the movements Tina taught me to crouch and strike. The smile Sally had before disappeared after she took an overhand right onto her jaw to make her back off. Sally's eyes looked even more intense as she came back at me with a jab/straight combo into my bloody nose.
At times we slugged it out in close as it was clear Sally wanted to make me respect her. Problem for her was I seemed to have the better power at this range, still Sally would bug me with shots across my breasts. A right hook felt like it my slice my nipples up as I couldn't help hissing with my eyes half shut, a tingle feeling over my tits wasn't helping things.
Still I land a left hook as Sally moves in closer before an uppercut pushes her to her heels. Sally shells up as I press her to the ropes, a tingling sensation around my pussy comes as I enjoy my fists burying into her body when I can't get to her face..I especially enjoyed whacking into her breasts to make her grimace.
At the end of the round we both lock eyes for a moment before going to our corners. Sally didn't look worried as she chats to her second. I simply scowl back at her as Corey gives me advice, not all of it sinks in as the crowd noise was amazing. I had to look around at times, looking at my friend's to see them cheer me on.
Round three begun with Sally looking to stick and move. It was a different look for me to deal with. I slammed in a few hooks around her body but paid for it when she clocked me with a right hook on my ear that gave me a ringing sound in it. A few straight punches into my face had me back pedalling into the ropes.
My body was then worked over as I covered up my face, trying to shake off the buzzing. I heard from my friends they could see my bum flex when Sally caught me with a solid body shot. I had to hold onto her, where she told me "weak aren't you? All fucking bravado." I just snarled at her in reply. Though I could feel she was as turned on as I was by this contest as our hard nipples fenced.
Resuming with Sally looking to keep being a moving target. I started to read her movements better and soon ducked under a jab to rifle home a straight into her stomach. She grimaced and I felt some air leave her body. Backing her onto the ropes behind her as I worked her torso. She clinched me to my delight.
Not long later after being split up the bell dinged and we were back on our stools. Sally was using her experience over me but I still felt confident. Sweat dripped off our brows. My heart was pounding too as I tried to just focus but this was so thrilling. I had people chanting for me, Sally had her supporters and soon we'd be back at each other. Unless you have done something this exciting you will never know the thrill.
The bell rung and back we went to work. Sally was trying to stick and move, the first twenty seconds it worked as she caused more blood to run from my nose, see some stains on her gloves and flecks on her breasts, I would see the dried blood on my own tits when I got into the locker room.
After those twenty seconds I caught Sally with a left cross on her chin. She moved back and I caught her with a straight on her forehead that snapped her head back. I saw my opening and stuck with more heavy punches. Sally swung back but I could see I was hurting her when I caught her on the chin.
Stumbling to the ropes after I caught her with another right hook. I felt powerful as I saw weakness in this veteran. Sally tried to get her left glove up but I caught her again with a right across her face and down she went onto all fours! I yelled "come on then!" As that old street fighting side of me showed itself, used to opponents either saying they had enough or getting up for more.
The count begun after I was nudged to a neutral corner. As the count reached four I could see Sally using the ropes to get up to her knees, shaking her head as it reached six to clear the fog around it. At eight and a bit Sally got up to her feet gingerly. She yelled "I ain't done" in defiance after my words. I waved her to bring it as our eyes were locked but I could see a little fear in hers.
Less then a minute to go and while Sally wanted to move and counter me, her legs weren't moving as she wanted. I caught her soon enough with a left cross on her jaw to make her stumble to her left. Before the referee could step in to save her, I caught Sally flush with a right uppercut and down she went to her back with a thud. No count was needed as the referee waved it off. I had won my debut fight in the gym.
Doing a lap around the ring as if I had won an Olympic gold medal. I flexed my arms as some booed, judging by the noise it seemed I had gained some more fans as that was the loudest noise I heard. Of course my friends were whistling for me and jumping up.
Thankfully Sally woke up from her slumber with a bit of a sore head but she was mostly alright. She was helped by her second out the ring so they could check her over in the medical room. She didn't look at me as she left the ring.
I felt like I had climbed a mountain as the adrenaline left my body and I was relieved to sit on a stool to relax. my gloves were taken off and I was happy to get a drink of water to cool off, not so much the tissue paper shoved up my nostrils to stem the bleeding.
Moments later I was up at the center of the ring getting my right arm raised in victory by the referee. I nodded to the crowd before I left the ring. Almost bouncing on my toes as I felt on cloud nine while walking to the gym area. The shower felt great especially I'll admit getting some alone time being the first to fight and getting a chance to relieve some heat between my legs with my fingers.
Later after a few girls had fought, not all winning in my locker room, we shared a few kind words after telling stories of what happened. It felt a bit camaraderie, even as some of these women I'd most likely face in the ring someday. It was like all the tension had left us through fighting, all our worried about life and simply being an alpha took a backseat to just being a person.
Of course later that night after I dressed I went home with Tina and Bethany. We chatted about the fight, had a few drinks and while I'd love to tell you I bedded both, they got a taxi to their homes and I went to bed alone. Trust me I am as gutted as you were on that night.
As for me and Sally; as you can guess the first few times we saw each other was awkward. We exchanged a few hellos but mostly kept apart. About a week and a half after our bout she came up to me. I thought "are you wanting a rematch now?" As she looked a little tense. She told me "you did good against me, congratulations." I relaxed and smiled.
As she was going to walk away I said "you are tough and a good fighter. I am glad the gloves were on as we'd have been a mess." She turned back with a nod and a smile. After that while we haven't become the best of pals. We do chat about life and such. She is a good person and I wish the best for her because the world needs more people like her, who will fight for their family and not let anyone stand in their way to doing that.
