Friday fun by Sitting Duck, a Norwegian mixed boxing enthusiast. A story about a bold, young man, who suddenly finds himself being challenged to a boxing match by a girl. Another street corner. Better not go too fast. She applies the brakes, checking that the path is clear. Two plastic bags swing back and forth in a steady manner, containing the necessary groceries for the weekend. She crosses the street, speeding up a bit to avoid complications with any car drivers. She reaches the pavement and this is when it happens. The other bike is moving way too fast, the rider looking to the side. No time to evade, nor to speak. All she can say is –Noo! just as he crashes into her front wheel, her bike tipping over, shopping bags falling down, items scattering on the ground. –What were you thinking? The disastrous rider looks at her, though a little late, saying: - Hey, that wasn’t my fault, you didn’t stop! She feels the anger build up inside of her. –How would you know? You didn’t even see me! Now pick up my goods and I won’t say another word about it! The boy frowns and shows very clearly that he’s not going to comply. –You just shut up or I’ll kick your ass, bitch! She looks at him for a while. He must be almost her height, though a couple of years younger, maybe seventeen or so. –You couldn’t do that if you wanted to! she says, - you’d be much to weak, little boy! He is clearly annoyed by her remarks. – I could beat you up any time I wanted! he states. She looks him in the eye, asking: - So how about a challenge then? A fight between you and me, to settle this... He looks a bit shocked at first, then replies: - I don’t fight girls. You’re not supposed to hit a girl, you know. -You just told me you’d kick my ass! she comments, -I think you’re afraid. Because you know you would lose! - No, it’s not that, he quickly replies. – It’s not like that at all, it’s just that I don’t want to hurt you. We should have boxing gloves to avoid bruises and such. She smiles, feeling the thrill in her chest, thinking about what she would do to this boy, if she could get a fight with him. –Do you HAVE boxing gloves? she asks, still smiling. - No, he says, -that’s why I can’t fight you. -You’re wrong, she cuts in, -that is why we’ll do it at my place. I’ve got two pairs of gloves. But I guess you are too scared. She smiles with confidence, as if to crush his ego. -No way! he says, -I’ll fight you for sure, and I’ll win! -Good. Then let’s get going! She gathers up the groceries, then pedals the rest of the remaining distance. Nobody speaks as she unlocks the door and walks into the house. He follows her to a pretty large room, where there is a large, soft rubber mat covering the floor. She picks up a pair of black and white 14 oz. boxing gloves and gives them to him. –I think these should fit, I wear the same size myself. He seems a bit nervous, becoming increasingly aware of what he has gotten himself into. – I’m not sure if we should do this, he says. - I know, she replies, -it’s because you’re scared. Now, I’m scared too, but we’re not gonna fight to the death. - You’re scared? he asks. - Yes, she says, - a little bit. I think I’m going to win, but I can’t be sure. Look, you’ve come this far. We’ll fight until one of us wins. I’ll go to the back room and get changed now. If you want to wimp out, you can leave. If you’re still here when I’m back, the fight is on, okay? The boy nods, looking at her as she turns around, entering the other room, closing the door behind her. He thinks about it for a while, then, for some reason, decides to stay. He figures he’ll strip down to his boxer shorts, leaving the rest of his clothes in the corner. He picks up his gloves, strapping them on as tight as he can. Too late to turn back now, as she could come in any minute. He thinks about what he knows about boxing and tries to put together some kind of strategy to defeat her, though he knows it’s going to be tough. The door opens and she steps in, wearing her combat outfit. She has only a bikini, the top supporting her large breasts. He looks at her, realizing that she clearly outweighs him. She’s more of a woman, not just a girl. A sexy girl too, her hair put up in a ponytail, blond in color, her blue eyes, matched by her bikini. Her mighty arms, maybe a bit stronger than his. Powerful thighs and shins too. He figures he ought to rely on speed rather than power, in order to defeat her. And bare feet! - I don’t want any shoes, she says, - so please remove yours! He obeys her without hesitation, a bit dazed by her looks. –Are you ready? she asks, looking at him. He nods, raising his fists in front of him. She does the same thing in response. Her smile fades and is replaced by a more serious look. – Come on! she says, - let’s see if you can kick my ass, boy! He is a bit provoked by her comment and reaches out with the first punch of the fight. He is way too short and she doesn’t even need to block. Their eyes connect for a moment, as they start circling each other, looking for an opening. He steps forward, launching two consecutive blows at her. He misses her head, then hits her stomach. It’s not a very hard punch, but enough to make a sound. She prods him away. He seems a bit excited. He steps in for another attack and gives her a left to the ribs. She utters a little –ouch! though there was very little pain. She stays calm, taking a step backwards. Eager to press on, he follows her, unaware of her fist as she knocks him out of his path with a left hook to the head. She steps to the side, following up with a straight right to his chest. He panics, covering his now hurting face. She ceases the opportunity and hits him in the stomach. He gasps as a little air is knocked out of him. He leaps backwards, trying to keep a little distance. She smiles at him, feeling a bit excited. He tries to strike back, aiming at her head. A good left hand. He hits her cheek, setting her head in motion. She replies with a hard right uppercut to his jaw. He stumbles backwards, a bit surprised. She follows him, emitting a few battle cries as she beats him with both hands. He tries to evade, walking away from her, his hands in front of him for protection. Although most of her punches fail to hit their target, some of them land perfectly in his face and body. The girl fires a solid right between his elbows, making him gasp with pain as she flattens his belly. He instinctively strikes back, hitting her nose pretty hard. She backs off for a moment, feeling a sting of pain. -Damn you! she says, - I’ll get you for that! She steps forward, reaching out with her left. He dodges to the side, avoiding her and giving her a right hook to the head. She tries to follow him, but he keeps moving out of range. She notices how she’s starting to get exhausted, moving about, chasing him. He steps in again, his left hand going for the head. She motions her head down, hitting him in the stomach. He is seriously slowed by her punch and starts to retreat. She tries to keep close, watching him as she moves in. He’s still catching for his breath as she knocks his head to the side with a beautiful left hook. The right hand that follows nails him in the face. Thrilled to see him suffering, she stays close, giving him a rapid left-right to the body. He keeps walking away, trying to ignore her comments. She keeps pressing him, and scores another hit to his face with a swift left. Clearly a bit dizzy from too many blows to the head, he tries to keep away from her. - Am I too good for you, huh? she says, almost laughing, - I guess you want to surrender now, don’t you, little boy? He is tempted, but can’t allow himself to give up quite yet. – No way! he says, trying to stand his ground for a while, firing a pair of blows at her head. She dodges one but is caught by his right. Her vision is temporarily reduced, but she decides to keep pushing him. He leaps backwards, avoiding her again. She follows him, absorbing a hit to the face. Not a hard punch. He tries to evade, but comes to realize he has been cornered, a wall behind him. She hits him in the face again. –Oh no, you won’t escape this time. So let’s end it! He tries to block her attacks, protecting his head. She hammers him with her fists, giving his whole body a good beating. Careful not to let him dance away, she puts all of her power into her punches. His arms are hurting from all the contact with her fists. He screams as she pounds him in the ribs with a stunning right. She smiles, although she’s very exhausted from delivering so many punches. -I’m gonna shut you big mouth, kid! she says, -I’m gonna strike you in the face when I get the chance! The boy is not amused by what he hears, but seems to be cut off from running. The pain is wearing him down and he’s just started to lose balance. She knocks his guard to the side with one hand, then plants the other in his face. His eye is hit and his head snaps backwards. He screams with fear and pain, but nobody cares. She gives him a powerful right to the stomach, forcing him to drop his guard for a moment. She cries with excitement as she hits him in the face, first with a left hook, then with a right, his head spinning from side to side. -I guess it’s time to say goodnight, love! she says, gathering all of her strength. He struggles to cover his head. She just prods his hands aside, placing a left on his jaw. He is about to collapse as she gives him as she gives him a crushing right to the nose, using all of her power. The blow knocks him straight out of balance and he drops to the floor. She raises her hands above her head. –Strike three... you’re out! she laughs, looking at the boy she has just defeated. He’s still moving, but makes no effort to get on his feet. She turns around, giving him a good glance of her ass as she triumphantly walks away, removing her gloves. -That was fun, she says, her voice patronizing, but also very sexy. –Wasn’t it? There is no reply.