My rematch against my husband's old girlfriend, Dawn. By Mrs. Pilot After many e-mail requests, here's the rematch of our first meeting where I knocked Dawn out in the 4th round. I have included the original match for those who haven't read it. The rematch follows. This is a story that took place several years ago. I had joined a lady's boxing club with my friend Dora. I finally worked up the courage to appear in my first bout and did surprising well. I found that I enjoyed boxing especially when my opponent was on the receiving end. My right hand was and still is very devastating. I had won a number of club matches and had a couple of knockouts to my credit when this story took place. The club had a grudge night every Wednesday. This was where two ladies could settle their grievances. Some of these matches were very entertaining. My friend Dora, with the help of her neighbor Linda, arranged a bout for me with an old flame of my husbands. To say that Dawn and I hated each other would be an understatement. I was 5'5", weighed 130 lbs. and measured 40D-33-38. Dawn was 5' 2", weighed about 125 lbs. and measured about 36C-29-35. Dora had me convinced that Dawn wouldn't last the first round. Remember that remark!! Dora and Linda made the arrangements for a Wednesday night fight. It would be six rounds, wearing 10-oz gloves and little more. We would fight topless wearing a string bikini bottom. I wasn't in the habit of displaying this much body but the audience would be female club members only or so I thought. I should have known better as the club and my friend arranged for my husband to witness the match, if fact he had a ringside seat. A word from Rob; "I had no idea what was going on. Dora's husband came over and told me the girls wanted us to meet them at the gym. I just figured they were leaving early and we were going to a bar. We arrived at the gym and were informed that we were guests for the next match. I knew something was up when I saw Dawn enter the ring and my heart almost stopped when Gail followed. These two hated each other; one or both would get hurt. Dora and Linda were quick to make my presence known to both ladies. Dawn blew me a kiss, telling me that she would make it quick for Gail but not painless. I could tell that Gail was really irritated. I hoped it wouldn't affect her performance. The ladies were ready. Dawn was first to remove her shirt. She was wearing a black string bikini. Her breasts were as I remembered, about a 36C with gigantic nipples. My wife was wearing a red string bikini. I don't think Gail had ever been this undressed in a public place before. Gail's 40Ds were larger but Dawn had her for size in the nipple department." Round 1 We move together quickly, both trying to hurt the other. It's toe to toe for about 30 seconds. I'm not sure who got the most punches in but I felt numb. We cool off a little and begin to box. Dawn manages to maneuver me into the corner, creating an opening for a colossal right hand that crushes my left breast. That one hurt. I can't get out of the corner as Dawn drives a left into my breasts, then a right to my cheek that has me seeing stars. She's smaller than I am. How can she punch so hard? I lash out with a combination to Dawn's midsection, driving her back and escaping the corner. Dawn ruthlessly threads a big right through my guard, nailing me on the chin. My legs feel rubbery but I counter with a right uppercut to Dawn's left breast. The force causes her huge nipple to smack against her shoulder. Dawn shrieks out. The pace slows a little as we jab at each other. These jabs aren't power punches but they do sting. The bell ends the round. We are both tired, sweating profusely, and gasping for breath. I stretch out on the corner stool. Dora sponges me off with cold water. I look at Rob and smile. What will he think if I lose? My breasts are reddened. I can feel a tightening under my left eye. Dawn's breasts and midsection are red. Her face isn't marked. I tell Dora that she punches hard. Dawn says something to Rob and I see red. Round 2 I go out to knock her block off. This is not a good move. We end up in Dawn's corner with me taking a stiff right to the top of my bikini. I just about faint from the pain. I try to hang on and tie Dawn up but she unloads an uppercut to my jaw. I fall backwards onto the top rope. My arms are draped over the ropes, leaving my entire body exposed. Dawn grins as she nails each of my bare breasts before the referee can free me from the ropes. I'm dazed, my tits are throbbing as the ref gives me an 8 count. The ref motions to box, Dawn moves in and things go dark. Rob will fill you in, as I don't remember. "Dawn's right met Gail's chin as she walked in and lights out. Gail goes down, breasts bouncing as her butt hits the canvas. She's in front of me, struggling to get to her knees. She makes it up on her hands and knees, her bum against the ropes, a foot in front of me. Gail makes it to her feet but is wobbly. The ref cleans her gloves, but the bell ends the round before Dawn can inflict more damage. At this point I think it's enough and tell Dora to toss the towel in. Dora shakes her head, no, and informs me that they agreed to fight to a knockout." I wasn't able to recover from the right I took to the tummy. My breasts are crimson now and very sore. I can feel my left eye swelling shut. I wasn't able to inflict much damage on Dawn this round but her breasts look redder and Linda has ice on them. I wince as Dora applies an ice pack to my breasts. I know that I can't take another round like the last one. I smile at Rob but he knows that I'm hurting. Round 3 Dawn moves out pursuing me, looking to end the match. I must stay defensive, although Dora told me to be the aggressor. Dawn with a couple of jabs, one connects with my tender breast. I cringe, but send a booming right that lands high on Dawn's left cheek and eye. Dawn is stunned and I unload a left hook into her right eye. Dawn reels back into the ropes. I follow with a left/right combination to her breasts. Dawn screams out, going to her knees, taking a 7 count before standing. The ref cleans Dawn's gloves, then motions for us to box. I move in to finish Dawn off but end up on the mat. Rob describes it. "Gail walked into a looping left hook. The punch caught her on the right cheek, whipping her head to her left. She falls breasts first to the mat. Gail is very slow to get to her feet, just beating the ref's count of 10." Everything is fuzzy as the ref waves us to box. I think that my gloves are up. Dawn fakes a right to my head, then connects with a left/right combination to the top of my panties. Oh, that hurts. I grab Dawn and hang on to prevent myself from going down. The bell ends the round and saves me. I didn't think I could survive the last two punches to my tummy. She knows that she hurt me. Dawn has a sizable mouse under both eyes with a nick on her left eyebrow. Her breasts are showing bruises; her huge nipples have abrasions from my gloves. My breasts are swollen and sore. I can feel both my eyes tightening. I know that I can't go another 3 rounds. Round 4 We jab back and forth. We both wince from the jabs. We move into my corner with Dawn again going low to my tummy. I gasp expelling my mouthpiece but am able to unload a right that lands on Dawn's left eyebrow. The punch splits her eyebrow open. The ref halts the action to check the eye. A much needed break for me. Dawn wants to continue; the ref says ok for now. We square off. Dawn is relentless, always stalking me. I now wonder if Dawn will defeat me in front of Rob. Dawn's left glove always seems to be making contact with the top of my bikini and it hurts like hell. I'm able to get a glancing right hook to her jaw. Dawn staggers into the ropes. I follow to try and finish her off with another right. She ducks, I'm wide open and take a left/right combination to my right tit. I scream out in pain. Dawn thinks that she has me now, but as she advances I meet her with a low left that stuns her, then a right uppercut to her jaw. Dawn falls flat on her back, sprawled out motionless on the canvas. The ref counts her out before she is able to move. I've won. I wait for Linda and the ref to revive Dawn. I want to be sure that she's ok before I leave the ring. I intend to spend some quality time in the hot tub with Rob. The next morning, I'm so sore that I can barely walk. Both my eyes are swollen and dark but not what you would call black. I can't get my bra on and my tummy is rigid. The only good thing is the news from Dora that Dawn has two black eyes. Later, I get a call from the club wanting to arrange a rematch. Dawn and Linda are claiming that my left was a low blow and I shouldn't have won. I have no intention of a rematch but Rob thinks that I could knock her out again. There was a rematch six weeks later!!! Comments to "mrspilotg@netscape.net" The Rematch I had beaten Dawn, my reputation was intact and now I'm entering the ring again to give her another chance to humiliate me. I had trained hard, studied the tape of our first meeting and was ready to finish her off in the first round. This match, like the last, would be six rounds, wearing 10-oz gloves. We would fight topless with Dawn wearing a yellow string bikini bottom and me wearing a pale green thong. Dora and I entered the ring first. Rob again had a ringside seat. I reached under the bottom rope and kissed him. He encouraged me to end it quickly. Dawn enters the ring with her second, Linda. Dawn immediately goes over and flirts with Rob. At this point I'm fuming but know that I must maintain my composure. Dawn is introduced first, removing her top to expose her supposedly 36c's but her nipples are gigantic. I'm introduced, removing my shirt to expose my 40ds. The referee calls us together for final instructions. We each return to our corner to await the bell. Dora inserts my mouthpiece and I'm ready to make short work of little ms big nipples. Round 1 My game plan was to stay in a defensive mode until Dawn made a mistake, then give her my right to her chin, hopefully ending the fight. Dawn had other ideas, storming out to meet me in the center of the ring. We were in close and toe to toe, each pounding at the other. I could hear Dora yelling but not what she was saying. Our tits were taking most of the punches but I did get one good right to Dawn's cheek, which staggered her. Dawn was able to upper cut my chin, which sent my head spinning. My tits now felt like they were on fire and Dawn's must have felt the same as we mutually moved the fight up to each other's head. We both took some heavy shots to our heads. I was amazed that one of us didn't go down. The bell ended the round with both of us swinging. The ref had to step between us. We had slugged each other for the entire two minutes. My tits felt like they were on fire, my head was pounding and my tummy so sore that I couldn't take a deep breath. Dora was quick to get the ice and cold water on me. Rob looked really concerned and he should be. Another round like that will hurt one of us. Dawn and I were both perspiring profusely and gasping for breath. I think she looked worse than I did, her left eye was darkening and swelling, she had a trickle of blood from her nose. Dora tried to get me back to our game plan. Round 2 We started this round a little slower, jabbing at each other then following up with a power shot. This was my game plan. If I could get Dawn out of position, I could deliver my thunderous right. Dawn with a jab, jab, then a right cross that I'm able to slip. She's open. I sink my left into the top of her bikini. I can hear the air expel from her lungs. I have her. I unleash my right for Dawn's chin but she's able to move enough that it slides off her cheek but she's still off balance. A left into Dawn's right tit brings a loud squeal. I follow up with another stinging right to Dawn's chin. The next thing that I recall is Dora with smelling salts under my nose. I'm on my back on the canvas. I smile at Rob I think but everything is spinning and I keep seeing little lights. Rob's view of what happened "My wife had Dawn in trouble, a left to Dawn's tit had her off balance but she was able to avoid Gail's right. Dawn came out of nowhere with a right that my wife's never saw. It landed on the side of Gail's chin. I think she was out then. Dawn was able to flatten my wife's right tit with a left, followed by a right to Gail's eye. My wife fell limp to the mat, laying flat on the back for the entire count. My wife's nipples were like bullets; her thong had pulled to one side exposing her fleshy labia. It was a very erotic site. At the count of 10, Dora rushed to my wife's aid. Dawn had scored a decisive knockout." I drifted in and out of consciousness as Dora helped me from the ring into Rob's arms. I next remember lying on the trainer's table in the dressing room with the doctor checking me over, and Rob holding an ice pack on the left side of my face. I had one hell of a black eye, a cut on my eyebrow and my nipple. All this from Dawn's last three punches. Dawn was also bruised up and her left eye was swollen shut. It's been five years since the fight. Dawn and I never boxed each other again. We do belong to rival boxing clubs. Rob has hinted on occasion that we should meet again. Comments to "mrspilotg@netscape.net"