Gail vs. Dawn
By Mrspilotg
My October 27th boxing match against Dawn


I was in a ladies only gym on a Saturday about two months ago with my
friend Dora. I recognized one of the ladies as Dawn, an old friend of my
husband's. Dawn and I had battled it out in the boxing ring some 5 years
ago. In our first meeting, I knocked Dawn out late in the 4th round. We had
a rematch six weeks later where she knocked me out in the 2nd round. We
hadn't seen each other since. Dawn recognizes me and comes over. Some small
talk about working out, then she asks if I am still into boxing. I tell her
yes. She brings up the fact that we never had a tie-breaker and asks if I'm
interested. I say yes, we'll have to work out the details. The bout was set
up as a private match at my gym on Oct 27th.


Dora and I arrive at the gym about 2 hours before fight time. I get ready,
Dora tapes my hands, then laces my gloves. I warm up on the bag and do some
shadow boxing. Finally, it's time. Dora removes my bra so all I am wearing
is my white lace panties under a short (above the knee) white robe. The
walk to the ring seems to take forever. Dawn is already in the ring and
talking to Rob. This angers me. He's admiring her nipples. Dawn's nipples
have to be over an inch long and stick straight out when erect. I want to
punch them flat. I must admit, she looks in great shape, which makes me
more nervous. Dawn is wearing red satin bikini panties. The referee
introduces us, "In the red corner at 5' 2", weighing 125 lbs. and measuring
36C-29-35, we have Dawn. Her opponent, Gail, is in the blue corner.  Gail
is 5'5", weighs 137 lbs. and measures 40d-35-38. The ref calls us to the
center of the ring.  Ladies, I've gone over the rules. This bout will be
eight 2- minute rounds. Do either of you have any questions. Keep it clean.
Go to your corners and come out ready to fight at the bell."


Round 1

We both move out to do battle, looking like the pointer sisters, if you
know what I mean, all nipples. It starts with us jabbing at each other,
circling like two cats. Dawn nails me in the left tit with the first power
punch, a straight right. It hurts and I squeal out. I back into the ropes
with Dawn advancing on me. I block her left jab but take another right to
my left breast. I squeal out again. Dawn moves in again but this time I
nail her with a left jab to her right tit and a right uppercut under her
jaw. Dawn staggers, then grabs me and holds on. We are locked together,
breast to breast. The ref has to pry us apart. Dawn's legs are rubbery, my
punch was better than I thought. I move in cautiously with a left that
lands just below her guard or about the middle of her belly button. Dawn
backs away, then advances quickly so I go with a right that lands on her
left cheek. Her legs buckle again and Dawn goes into a clinch with me. I
can't shake her loose. The ref pulls us apart. We face each other again,
jabbing for position. I take a left to the top of my panties. It hurts and
I try to back away but Dawn pursues me to the ropes. My hands are a little
low protecting my tummy and Dawn comes over top with a right into my left
tit. I squeal but manage to unload a left/right combination into Dawn's
unprotected breasts. We exchange a couple more breast punches, I groan and
Dawn cries out. We go into a mutual clinch, tit to tit for a breather. The
ref breaks us apart saying. We square off jabbing, Dawn with a right high
to the left side of my face. That stings, dam I'm bleeding. It's my eyebrow
I think. I back away. I can feel blood trickling down my cheek. The ref
steps in to look at the cut, then lets us box. I fight defensively for
about 20 seconds until the bell ends the round.


 Dora places an ice bag on both breasts for me to hold in place as she
works on my cut. A little coagulant to stop the bleeding, that is until she
hits me again. I don't want this to end in a TKO for a cut. Dora sponges me
off with water. I think I'm ready for round 2.


Round 2

We move to the center of the ring to face each other. We jab back and forth
until I'm able to score on her right tit with a firm left. Dawn groans, her
hands drop and I'm able to connect with a big right to her jaw. If this had
been an uppercut, she would have been gone. Dawn staggers back into the
corner and slides down the post padding onto her bum. I dance around as the
ref tries to send me to a neutral corner. I think that I might have her but
Dawn drags herself up as the ref's count reaches 7. I can end this I think
to myself. The ref cleans her gloves, then calls out, "let's box"  I move
in quickly to get another shot. I go for a left into her boobs, she blocks
it and nails me with a right that lands between my boobs. I scream as both
my tits take the blow and are battered sideways. Dawn advances with a left
that flattens my right tit and follows with a right to the top of my
panties. I double over, coughing out my mouthpiece and fall onto my knees.
That one hurt! I get to my feet as the ref counts 8. He cleans my gloves,
calls time so I can go to my corner for a mouth guard. "Come on ladies,
let's box" My stomach still hurts so I fight defensively trying to keep
Dawn at long range. My guard is low protecting my tummy so Dawn goes after
my eyebrow. I take a couple of jabs and feel my eyebrow bleeding again. My
guard comes up so Dawn moves lower with her right and I take a low one half
way down my panties. My legs buckle and I grab at Dawn to clinch and tie
her up. Here comes a right, I must duck. I'm spread out on my back and hear
6, 7, 8, the bell. I roll over as Dora comes in to help me to the corner.
The whole ring is spinning.


 Dora gets the bleeding stopped again, then works her magic to get me ready
for round 3. She sponges me down with ice water which numbs the pain in my
breasts.


Round 3

I feel wobbly as I move out to meet Dawn. I throw the first punch, a left
that is centered between her tits. She groans loudly. I follow with my
right to the top of her panties, which buckles her knees. She's able to
grab me and hang on, probably preventing her from going down. The ref pulls
us apart. Dawn send my right tit flying with an uppercut. I scream and try
to cover up. Dawn forces me to the corner with a number of punches into my
breasts. I grab her and clinch to tie her up. The ref again drags us apart
and out of the corner. We move together and I lunge at her with a firm
right to her chin. That one put her lights out. Dawn goes down hard on her
bum, pivoting onto her back.  She's spread-eagled on her back, nipples like
bullets, her panties are wet and askew, displaying pubic hair and some
labia. The ref chases me to a neutral corner and starts counting 4, 5, 6,
as Dawn begins to roll onto her hands and knees. She might not make it. 7,
8, as she uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet. 9, 1. Dawn just beat
the count. The ref cleans her gloves. I look at Dora, who tells me to
finish her off. I move in but Dawn isn't as hurt as I think and nails me on
the left eye, opening up my eyebrow again. The punch didn't hurt that much
but knocked me off balance. I fall backwards into the ropes my arms
thrashing trying to regain my balance. I am wide open, and Dawn takes full
advantage by driving leather into both of my tits. I scream out. The pain
is excruciating. The punches crushed each of my breasts against my rib
cage. There is no doubt that my breasts will be swollen, sore and purple
when this is over. I go to my knees for a breather and for time to regroup.
I take the full eight count, making sure that my gloves get lots of rosin
on them from the canvas. The ref has to clean my gloves buying me more
time. We square off. I move to place a little distance between us but Dawn
moves in jabbing at my sore tits. I block a left and hook my right into her
face. The punch dazes Dawn. There is a trickle of blood from her nose. I
move in to finish her off but the bell saves her.


My tits are on fire as I go to my corner. Dora gets the ice packs on them,
then goes to work on my eyebrow. She tells me that I can't last 8 rounds,
and that I have to end it. I now have a little cut or scrape on my left
nipple. My 40ds are swelling rapidly and turning dark from the bruising.


Round 4

I come out slow to meet Dawn. We get within striking distance of each
other. I land a nice right to the top of Dawn's panties. She groans but
comes back with a right of her own that lands flush on my left eye and I'm
bleeding again. Dawn has opened up the cut on my eyebrow. I must remain
focused.  I fake a low left, then drop her on her bum with a right
uppercut. The punch glanced off her jaw so she didn't get the full force.
Dawn shakes it off, getting to her feet by the count of 7. The ref cleans
her gloves, then has a quick look at my eyebrow. I don't want him to stop
the fight. We square off again. Dawn looks a little dazed. She jabs into my
breasts a couple of times. It hurts but I take it so I can time my punch.
Dawn comes with a left. I go over it with my right nailing her on the cheek
as she turning away. Dawn's legs go rubbery, I try to connect with another
but she goes to her knees. Dawn is dazed, again. I just need a good solid
right on her chin. She gets to her feet, after taking the full 8.  The ref
cleans her gloves and she's mine. We jab back and forth, there's the
opening that I've been waiting for. I bring my big right up under her chin.


       Everything is blurry. Sounds seem like they're coming from a well.
Dora, Rob and the club doctor are all crowded over me. Dora has an ice pack
under my neck and the doctor is waving smelling salts under my nose. I keep
hearing one of them asking if I'm ok. I think so, why shouldn't I be. Dora
and Rob sit me up, wow the room is spinning. Oh, my head hurts. The doctor
is shining a lite in my eyes. I see Dawn over in her corner with her gloves
off. I guess the fight is over. Did I win? I'm a little confused. They lift
me to my feet, everything starts to get black. They sit me on the corner
stool. The doctor looks in my eyes again with his light, then I hear him
tell Rob that I'll be fine. Don't let her box for a month. Their voices
sound distant. Everything fades in and out. Dawn comes over and hugs me,
asking if I'm ok. I nod. She says, I'll give you a rematch anytime you
want, boxing, wrestling or catfighting. I now realize that I've been koed.
Dora and Rob help me to the dressing room. I lie down on the trainer's
table. The ice packs feel so good.  I have a splitting headache and ask
Dora for some Tylenol. I take a couple. Boy, do I hurt. Dora helps me take
a hot shower, which feels so good I don't want to get out. I'm a little
more coherent now and ask Dora what happened. She tells me that Dawn nailed
me good with a right uppercut. I get dressed, without my bra, probably
can't wear one for a week.


The next day I watch a video of the fight. I was throwing a right uppercut
for Dawn's chin to end the fight. She blocked it with her left and hit me
with a right uppercut. I fall hard on my bum, my tits bouncing wildly. I
continue onto my back and am sprawled out flat on the canvas. The ref
begins his count. My now wet white panties are transparent and can't
contain all my womanhood. This guy with the camera zooms in on my crotch.
My pubic hair and labia is exposed on both sides of my panties. Is that
being humiliated or what? Glad that there were only a few people present.
The ref finishes the count, 8, 9, 10. She's Out! That was an
understatement. Dora comes to my aid. She has no success in reviving me, so
Rob enters to help. The ring doctor also joins the group. They work on me
for 5 minutes before they help me to the corner.


I'll describe the damage from the top down. I have a mouse under my left
eye and a small gash about half an inch long on my eyebrow. The left side
of my jaw is swollen. My beautiful 40d breasts are swollen to about 42ddd
and have many multi colored bruises, plus a scratched nipple. I can usual
wear a loose bra a couple of days after a fight but with this damage, it's
going to be a week.


Do I try to even the score?


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