ROUND THREE:
When Kari came back to her corner at the end of the 2nd round, I could see it in her eyes, she knew she was clearly the better woman in that round. She was pumped and anxious to get to the third round. I stepped in once again and told her to keep up the offensive, that Cheryl was no match for her. But, I also reminded her to be patience and not do as Cheryl did in the 2nd round and throw caution to the wind. I wasn’t sure if she was listening. Kari said, “She’s mine for the taking, I pushed her all over the ring, knocked her down twice, punished her body and let her know who the better woman is. I bet it turned you on watching me take it to her like that. If I get a chance next round, after I really soften her up, I’m going use those jugs of hers as punching bags. After I get done with her, she won’t want a piece of me again.” I again reminded her to stay focused. But, yes, I told her I was very aroused watching her take charge like she always does.
Cheryl was kicking herself for letting her focus escape her. What is it, she thought, about fighting this blonde that lets her lose focus at the worst time. She knew she could beat this woman that no other woman had come close to defeating. She just needed to remember what she had learned and wait for the opportune moment and teach her blonde nemesis a thing or two about boxing. Sure Kari was powerful and athletic but boxing was more than strength. She kept reminding herself I am a boxer, she is a fighter, this is a boxing match, I’m going to find a way to win. She turned to her husband Ken and said, “I guess you enjoyed watching your girl work me over that round.” He shook his head and replied, “You know she is one hot woman, but you’re my wife and I loved to see you put her down for the count and then smother her with your fabulous tits! You can do it. Just remember your training.
The third round began with both fighters knowing the winner of this round was the likely winner of the fight. Contrary to mine concern, Kari remained focus and zeroed in on Cheryl pounding away and keeping her on the defensive. Cheryl’s strategy seemed by necessity at this point to try and weather the storm and then find Kari in a vulnerable spot and go for the homerun punch. There was no way at this point to go toe to toe, or tit to tit (as I looked on) with Kari, she was just too powerful. So Chery l covered up the best she could and tried to stay away from any lethal blows directed her way.
That was a strategy easier said than done when up against Kari. About midway through the last round with Kari boring in on Cheryl she caught her and trapped her in the corner. After 5-6 of Kari’s patented haymakers, Cheryl went done for the third time in the match. Ken’s heart stopped as he feared the worst. Kari thought the same thing. Cheryl tried to collect her thoughts and tried to think of a way to lure Kari in so she could go for broke. When she rose to her feet, Kari was surprised but went about the business of trying to finish Cheryl off. With about a minute left and Kari clearly in control of the fight, she decided it was time to punish Cheryl by deflating her big tits. Taking her focus off Cheryl’s chin, she went for the jugs. That was the opening Cheryl had waited for. While Kari was moving in extract some real pain, Cheryl caught Kari with an uppercut, her first real blow leveled at Kari since round 1. Kari was more stunned than hurt, but it opened her for a desperate assault from Cheryl. Cheryl followed that up with a solid shot to Kari’s abs which produced a painful groan and then she hit her with another upper cut that sent Kari sprawling to the mat. I was stunned to say the least but impressed with how Cheryl had with three punches put Kari’s undefeated record in serious jeopardy. I was yelling for her to get up and get back in the fray as there was only about 45 seconds left. I could tell from my vantage point that Kari was stunned. I could sense she was asking herself where did that come from. No woman has ever been able to stand up to my fighting prowess. Damn, she thought, this is one tough brunette.
All was not lost of course, this was just one knockdown compared to Kari’s three of Cheryl. But, she had to finish in order to win. Kari wasn’t thinking about that though. She was pissed that she had been planted on her ass. She didn’t want to win on points and besides she didn’t want the takeaway from this fight to be the memory of Cheryl decking her in the closing minute of the fight. So, she got up with one thought in mind…a knockout. Of course, that was Cheryl’s thought as well. She pushed forward with hopes of erasing the legend of this woman her husband had fantasized about. She would love to see her sprawled out on the canvas with those thick nipples shriveled in defeat. Both women were going for broke plastering away at each other until one landed the hardest blow of the fight and with just seconds remaining the other crumpled to the canvas unable to continue.
Cheryl had been able to do what no other woman had done. She was able to battle the famed and feared Kari, dominating her for a solid three minutes in the first round, had withstood what no other female could dream to do in the middle of the fight, had gotten up from being knocked down three times to pummel her blonde opponent to the canvas, only to suffer another crushing defeat. Kari stood over the prone brunette, no humiliating words uttered, realizing that she had fought a woman who was as close to being her match as she likely will ever face. She didn’t like that brunette with the big breasts, but she did respect her grit and fight. Nonetheless, as she walked towards me waiting in her corner she still looked to me to be the sexiest woman alive and watching her fight and win was the ultimate aphrodisiac.