Su and Michelle By Sujoan@hotmail.com About a year after we'd first met in a boxing match, Michelle and I met twice more under very different circumstances. Hi... my name is Su and I have been fighting other women for over 20 years. I am 5 foot 8, weigh 145LBS, have short curly brown hair and my measurements are 37d-24-36. I am 52 years old and the present man in my life a 30 something fireman named Frank who use to be my daughter Julie's boy friend (I've gotten a lot of questions about that subject and perhaps someday I will share the details with you all...this, however is not that day!). We really enjoy each other and he is really into my fighting. He loves to see me in fights and to talk about fights and particularly loves the stories of some of my old fights. This is an old fight story about 2 meetings with a woman who I have no love for...she doesn't think much of me either! About a year after Michelle and I first boxed 4 years ago(see story titled Su Boxes Michelle), my daughter Julie and I were invited to round out a 6 woman field by my friend Diane. We were to be involved in a round robin boxing tournament. The 6 women would be paired into 3 boxing matches. The winner of the first fight would fight the winner of the second while the loser of the two fights would also fight each other. It was a double elimination tournament so once you'd lost two fights you were out. Ultimately, the winner of the first level and the winner of the second level would fight for the overall winner of the tournament. The whole group of 6 women got together one weekend at our house to do a little sparing and working out and to give each other an opportunity to see their opponents in action. The group came to our house because of the way I've got the basement set up as a gym. We again drew names (as we had done to pick our opponents) from a hat to see who would work with who. Diane got Geri, I got Diana, and Michelle and Julie were teamed up. Most of the group was dressed in gym clothes or jogging suits or t-shirts and cutoffs, but not Michelle. She had on the skimpiest of black bikinis. I was working out with a younger girl named Diana and in another corner of the basement Michelle and Julie were sparing. Michelle kept getting through to Julie and dumped her on her ass 3 times. The 4th time she did it, I'd had enough. I was pissed and told Michelle to stop dumping on my daughter. I told her that we were to work out not to attack each other. Michelle bitched that she was tired of all this shit and that if my little daughter couldn't take it then perhaps she shouldn't be playing with the big girls (Julie was 27 at the time and since she sported a 37DD chest, she was definitely a "big girl" herself). Michelle stomped up the stairs saying she needed to get some air and get away from the stink in the basement. This really pissed me off and I followed her up the stairs and out onto the back deck. Now, this wasn't my first meeting with Michelle and we did have some history together having boxed about a year before. Michelle had spent the year talking shit about me and there was a real desire on my part to see her put down. Her actions on this day were just the icing on the cake and truly put me over the top emotionally with her. She continued to bitch all the way saying nasty things about Julie and me and reminding me what she did to me once and how she could do it again if she wanted. We just got out the back door on to the deck when I'd had enough of her shit and without saying a word to her I spun Michelle around with my left hand and clocked her on the jaw with a right that sent her tumbling over the table and on to the deck. Now I was really hot and ready to take this bitch's head off! Just as Michelle got to her feet I got around the table and a quick left and right combo dumped her down the 2 small stairs into my backyard and sprawled her on her ass on the grass. As I charged down the stairs ready to dive on her, Michelle struck out with her foot and caught me just above the crotch (bad aim on her part ??) and I fell to the ground. Michelle got to her feet before I did and grabbed me in a head lock. She was dragging me around tightening the grip and asking if I was ready to give. The way I felt about Michelle I would have rather blacked out before I gave to her. She kept tightening her grip and I kept trying to pull her arm away from my neck. Finally I reached out with my left hand and sunk my nails into Michelle's left boob. She tried to resist but had to release the head lock in order to pull my hand away. I continued to squeeze Michelle's tit and using it to hold on to her, I buried my right fist into Michelle's exposed stomach. Then I punched her in the head and finally grabbed a breast in each hand and squeezed them for all they are worth (they're real by the way...well at least they felt real at that moment....and I should know, I was trying to tear them off!!!). While this was all happening, the other 4 women had guessed what was up and had folled me up the stairs from the basement. They'd been standing around waiting to see what I'd do to Michelle and also to see how well I handled myself. At this point I guess they'd seen enough and decided to break it up before someone got really hurt. We were separated and Michelle was helped in the house by Diana. Of course that was then end of our work out session but it was an interesting end! At that point, I guess Michelle and I were 1-1 in the standings but I think I had the psychological advantage. Of course, as you may have guessed, this really through a monkey wrench into the fight tournament. Although neither Julie nor I were scheduled to fight Michelle, the bad blood between the two of us threatened to spill over into any scheduled fights in the group so it was decided that Michelle and I should fight and settle it before the boxing tournament proceeded. Our fight took place a couple of weeks later on a Tuesday late at a local gym ring after closing. Michelle was of course dressed like the slut she is in her usual skimpy black bikini and I was in a much less reveling purple one piece. The rules we'd agreed to were no breast punching and one of us would be the winner when the other was unable or unwilling to continue. Michelle was in the ring as I entered. I walked up to her and attempted to shake her hand. It looked like Michelle was sticking out her right hand to shake but instead she punched me in the stomach twice and then decked me with a solid right to the jaw. This totally caught me by surprise and I landed with a hard thud on the canvas. When I attempted to get back to my feet, she buried her right foot into my stomach. As I rolled to the side of the ring I heard Michelle say " there now we're even bitch" Then she told me to get up and fight. I was flabbergasted but I now knew what I was dealing with. Michelle obviously held a grudge and if she had her way I was going to pay for it! She allowed me to get to my feet unchallenged and we then started a test of strength as we attempted to bend each others hands back. My added size and weight easily allowed me to bend Michelle over. I then brought my knee up sharply and kneed her in the lower belly totally knocking the stuffing out of her. I then grabbed Michelle by the arm and spun her into the turnbuckle. Next I grabbed the top rope in my right and left hand, jumped up and proceeded to body slam her into the turnbuckle. My added weight really came into play here as I hit her 3 or 4 times with my total body weight and knocked the air out of her. (I also managed to slam my tits and realized this wasn't such a great move but all in all the move cost Michelle more than me) Then I grabbed her by the hair, jumped up, placed my feet in her belly and flipped her out of the corner into the center of the ring. The women and their significant others were the only observers of this fight and for the calls I herd at this point I would say the crowd was about evenly devided. They'd some to see a fight and they knew that they were going to see a good one! At this point Michelle was lying like a pile of laundry in the center of the ring, or so I thought. I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and was proceeding to pull her up to her knees when she delivered two hard shots to my stomach and then jumped to her feet and grabbed me in a head lock. Michelle, desperate to control events, kneed me in the tits at this point in direct violation of the rules we had agreed to. After kneeing me a number of times she then flung me into the ropes. I bounced off the ropes and my tits were throbbing. At this point Michelle straddled me and placed her hands on my throat and tried to strangle me. I started to get light headed and really choke and I tried pulling on Michelle's hands but she would not yield. Knowing I needed to escape I moved to Michelle's tits. I ripped away what was left of her bikini top and dug my nails into both of Michelle's boobs. At this point it was a test of who could take more...me suffering from a constricted airway or Michelle suffering with the vicious tit mauling I was giving her. She blinked first and let me go trying to pull my hands off her chest. I was able to buck Michelle off me and we both scrambled to our knees. Michelle came up like a crazed woman and decked me with a right to my jaw that shuck my whole body. She sat on my stomach, pinned my arms with her knees and lowered her tits over my face in an attempt to smother me. I struggled for several minutes attempting to throw her off but slowly her action seemed to be working. Her DD breasts were very effectively blocking my face and cutting off my air supply. I was getting lightheaded again and moving was getting to be an effort. I knew I had to make a move and make it soon, and I did the only thing I could think of. I sunk my teeth into her tits and bite down till I started to taste blood. This had the desired reaction and she shot up howling and allowed me to get up. At this point we both retreated to the sides of the ring and attempted to regain some of our composure. Michelle was topless, blood dripping from her right breast. Although I was still in my suit, my chest was heaving and I attempted to fill my lungs with needed air and counter the choking moves Michelle had earlier made. Some in the crowd were shouting encouragement to Michelle but it seemed that a larger percentage were telling me to finish her off. At this point all rules went out the window. We met in the middle of the ring, fists held ready each looking for an opening. It came for me first and I buried a right and then a left into her soft belly. As she bent over I straightened her up with a right to the head. I then kicked her in the right thigh, which made her leg buckle. As she fell I grabbed her by the hair, pulled her up and kneed her in the chest. She cried out and I continued to knee both of her tits. Finally I pulled her up to her full height and kicked her right between the legs. I stopped her yowl of pain with a fist to the mouth that split her lip. At this point she was only on her feet because she was leaning on the ropes. I planted a right and left fist in her stomach and she was pretty much laid over the ropes. I moved to her tits and used them as punching bags connecting with each 3 or 4 times till I left her bloodied and beaten laying across the ropes. Was I a bitch to finish off this fight this way?? I guess I was, but I felt that Michelle had been looking for this beating for a long time. Ever since we'd met in that topless boxing match last year and all though the working for the boxing tourney. She'd opened her mouth belittling me and mine and I really wanted to teach her a lesson. Had she not kneed me in the tits earlier in the fight I might have treated her differently, but once she opened the door I was going to make sure it was shut and for good. I guess I was pushed and I just went all out to defeat this woman. That was 3 years ago and the bad blood between us has continued. I guess you don't leave a woman like Michelle this way and not expect bad blood. Will we ever fight again??? I can't answer that as we really don't run with the same crowd anymore. I will tell you that Michelle has orchestrated several attempts to "get" Julie and myself and they have not been successful. I am always open to fight her again. If you're out there Michelle...you know where to find me...if you've got the balls!