The Campus Boxing Tournament, Part II
By American Boxer  BoxingFan8ozGloves@yahoo.com
Mixed boxing match, Boxer vs. Slugger


A sequel to "The Campus Boxing Tournament" which can be found at
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc16/collegeboxing.txt

"She knocked me out." That thought was going through my head as I took my seat
at the college tuff student finals.

I'd gotten there early, right after my quantum physics pre-final review, and
had some time to muse things over as I waited for the last round of the annual
contest^×I wanted to see the woman that had flattened me so easily in action
again.

For the first time, a woman had entered the contest, over the objections of
many of the organizers. To try to encourage her to withdraw, they insisted
that there be no rules changes^×including the tradition that the boxers wear
no shirts. To everyone's surprise, she'd stayed in.

When I fought her, she'd proved to be very fast and strong^×outweighing me by
36 pounds and towering over me by 6 inches. She demolished me in a minute and
a half, breaking my nose, knocking me down twice and closing my left eye with
repeated vicious punches. On the other hand, no one else had lasted more than
20 or 30 seconds. ("The Campus Boxing Tournament")

As I settled in to watch, my eyes were still swollen, but at least they were
both open, and I could feel each breath where she'd hammered my ribs.
Yesterday, I'd watched the semi-finals. In the heavyweight division, her match
had once again been even shorter than when she'd knocked me out. Her
opponent's eyes had flicked down to her lovely bare breasts right at the
start, and she slammed a wicked left-right combo onto his chin only seconds
after the opening bell rang. As he staggered back, she was right on him^×a
left hook into his jaw left him helpless, hands at his sides, eyes cloudy,
leaning on the ropes.

This time, I had been able to see her expression more clearly as she worked
her opponent over. Her face showed sheer ecstasy as she looked at him,
helpless and vulnerable. The way her eyes gleamed as she drew back her black
clad fist and smashed him squarely in the nose, deliberately breaking it,
confirmed my belief that she didn't just want to win^×she wanted to destroy
him. She ripped into his ribs and stomach, slammed him upright again with
crushing uppercuts, blackening both eyes, before she caught him with another
wicked series of punches in the jaw^×punches so hard that his blood and sweat
flew everywhere. After a few of these punches, she stepped back, and he fell
to the canvas in a bloody heap. Every single punch had landed perfectly^×18
seconds and 20 or so punches to knock him out cold^×and at least 10 seconds
and 15 punches hadn't even been necessary. This was the woman that I'd been
defeated by just a few days ago, and a part of me was hoping to fight again
sometime!

Now I was watching the finals from the sidelines, wondering just how long it
was going to take before she knocked out her 5th and final opponent of the
tournament. There was no doubt in my mind, or almost anyone else's, that she
was going to knock him out, and become the first female tuff student champion
on campus.

Watching the introductions, I almost felt some sympathy for Chuck. I'd seen
him in action^×tall, lean and lanky, he was incredibly fast, even faster than
his opponent. He'd won his four matches by decision, but I doubted that he'd
be fast enough to stay away from Lisa's fists^×and so far, I was the only one
to last over about 20 seconds against her, or to be able to get back up after
she knocked him down. He did pack a good punch, but I didn't think it had
knockout potential, at least on someone like her.

Still, as the announcer introduced him, he looked confident. He was 6'4" tall,
and weighed 210 pounds^×a 5-pound and 2" advantage. His long arms and legs
would be a substantial advantage if he could use it correctly, and his brown
eyes betrayed no fear, only the usual pre-fight tension that speaks of a good
boxer.

When Lisa stepped into the ring, even the fans that had seen her earlier
fights fell silent as they looked at her strong body again. For the first time
in the tournament, she was shorter than her opponent^×but at 6'2" tall, not by
much. She moved like a cat^×graceful and powerful as she slipped between the
ropes. Her icy blue eyes gleamed as she waited to be announced, assessing her
opponent, determining how she wanted to demolish him. As before, her blonde
shoulder length hair was slightly disarranged, the sort of look that some few
manage naturally, and others take hours to achieve. Again she was wearing
white stain trunks with black trim, black Adidas boxing shoes, and the same
Everlast 8-oz gloves that she'd already knocked out four people with, myself
included. As for every fight in the tournament, she wore no shirt, showing her
firm breasts and stiff nipples to all. Looking at her expression, there was no
doubt in my mind that that her thinking was not "Can I take him?" but "How am
I going to knock him out, and how bad do I want to hurt him first?"

I also know that the answer to the second question would be, "I want to hurt
him bad."

As she glared across the ring at her opponent, her firm breasts caught my eye.
Just like the day she'd battered me into unconsciousness, her nipples were
erect and hard, anticipating the beating she planned to give her opponent.
Catching his eye, she smiled, first flexing her muscular arms. That had to be
a shock to him, her biceps rippling as they bulged, showing him just how much
power she had ready for his face. She held that pose for a calculated second
or two, then brought her fists together hard.

I must have winced as the loud crack resounded through the gym, since the
woman next to me gave me a strange look. I said nothing^×anyone who hadn't
heard that same crack, but made by her gloves on his face, just wouldn't
understand.

He didn't flinch as the sound of her gloves resounded through the gym, simply
meeting her gaze, much as I had just a few days before.

Her back was to me, so I couldn't see her face, although I had a nice view of
her strong legs and even from the back, she was clearly the stronger person in
the ring. As they touched gloves, she shoved his hands back, but it didn't
faze him^×or at least, it appeared that way. Their eyes were still locked onto
each other as they each took a single step back and raised their gloves.

The clang of the bell brought immediate action from both boxers. He was
faster, and snapped his jab at her face twice even before the bell had
finished echoing through the gym. She also shot out a jab, but nowhere near as
fast. He was slipping her jab even as his second was landing on her face. Her
back was to me at first, so I couldn't see exactly where they hit, but the
impact of his jab was enough to throw her off, and the right she'd intended to
smash his face with missed cleanly. As he stepped back and to his left,
circling, he kept peppering her face with his lightning fast lefts. As they
circled, I could start to see the impacts of his fists on her face. She'd been
hit a half-dozen times, and he'd managed to nimbly avoid her counters. Now his
back was to me, and I could see her face. Her blue eyes were blazing with
determination as his black glove smacked into her cheek yet again. Those were
nice, crisp jabs, the sorts that really sting and infuriate their target, and
they were doing their job nicely. Her right cheek was already red from the
black leather, her right eye also showing the effects of his 8 ounce gloves,
but she wasn't slowing down, moving forwards, bobbing and weaving as she tried
to get a punch of her own in. Now that she'd felt his punches, her confident
look told me that she saw his fists as no major threat, just an obstacle to
overcome. He was doing his best to change that impression^×as he fired another
jab, she slipped it, moving forwards to counter with a right. I saw the whole
exchange perfectly^×his right started before hers, slamming right into her
nose. The blow stopped her in her tracks, although her punch did land a split
second behind his, crashing into his cheek. His head snapped back and the blow
also knocked him off balance, despite having a lot of its force negated by his
punch. She was looking frustrated, and a trickle of red was visible dripping
from her left nostril. The crowd went nuts^×everyone had expected to see Chuck
flat on his back by now, and he'd hit her at least a dozen times to her one,
and bloodied her into the bargain.

He regained his balance almost instantly, his cheek reddened from that one
punch, and slid sideways. A good thing for him that he did, as she was coming
right in at him. He moved back and to his right just fast enough as she came
in with a left hook. I knew well just how hard those hooks were, but she
barely brushed his stomach with it. Once again, he hit her in the face, a
solid right, slamming into her bright blue eye.

"This guy is good," I thought as he slammed another punch into her
face^×although the blows weren't slowing her down, they were racking up the
points, and the punches had to sting. Still, I knew that it would only take
one or two blows from those rock hard fists to hurt him bad^×and so did both
of them. In contrast, when he pounded on her head, it hardly moved.

This pattern kept up for most of the round-he would jab and move, occasionally
nailing her with a strait right, stinging, bruising, but not slowing her down.
Sometimes, she'd manage to catch him with a counter, but never with the
crushing blow she wanted to land^×nothing seemed to land squarely. She kept
moving forwards, trying to cut him off, and her face was showing the effects
of his constant punches^×her nose was bleeding freely, and both eyes were
swellings. He had a bloody lip, resulting from a counter right that caught him
in the mouth, but other than that, didn't appear hurt^×he was putting on a
classic exhibition of boxer versus puncher, and winning.

As the round progressed, she was getting a feel for his timing^×a few of her
punches landed, but always glancing blows, lacking the devastating effect they
would have had if they'd landed squarely. He would come back with more
stinging jabs and one-two punches.

Near the end of the round, she timed one of his jabs perfectly. As his rapier
jab snapped at her face again, she slipped to the side, and it bounced off her
reddened left cheek. Before he could react, she slid forwards, her right
already whipping in a hard hook at his bruised side. I could hear the thud as
her fist connected, her black glove sinking into his side. The "OOOOMPHHHHH!"
told me how badly the blow hurt him, as did the way he doubled over and
staggered backwards. As it happened, his back was towards me, so I couldn't
see his face^×but I could sure see hers. Her eyes lit up like a kid's at
Christmas as she drove the next punch home, her breasts swaying as she shifted
her weight. Her left glove crashed into his side, just below his ribs, and he
fell back into the ropes. I knew that these two punches had the potential to
turn things completely around, those blows had put some real hurt on him.

His head whipped backwards as her glove found his chin^×a beautiful right
uppercut catching him perfectly. His knees buckled; it was only a matter of
moments until he fell. The next blow, a hard left hook into his jaw, came just
as the bell rang. He was wide open, stunned by the impact of her fists on his
body, and he fell sideways^×had the ropes not been there, he would have gone
down, and I don't think he would have been getting up.

She was following up the stunning blows with an overhand right^×it would have
landed right on her helpless opponent's nose, but she reacted to the bell
beautifully, stopping the punch before it smashed into his nose and likely
broke it. No one could have faulted her if the punch had connected, the timing
was so close, but stop it she did, despite the disappointment I could see on
her face as she stepped away, fists still poised to hammer him into a pulp.

As she walked to her corner, the effects of Chuck's punches on her face were
apparent. There was a good bit of blood running from her right nostril, and
her right eye was puffy, a black and blue ring around it. Sweat was running
down her toned body, her fair skin shining in the ring lights. Naturally, my
eyes were drawn to her lovely breasts again; the fair flesh glistened with
sweat, accented by a bit of red from the blood Chuck had drawn with his fists,
her nipples protruding from the lovely orbs. I couldn't help wonder what would
happen if Chuck landed a strait punch on one of those perfect nipples,
although I did think that it would go badly for him if he did. Even though she
looked far worse off than Chuck, I knew the frustration in her face wasn't
from the fact that she was loosing, but that she hadn't been able to knock him
out in this round.

Her redheaded coach met her as she approached the corner, sliding gracefully
between the ropes. Lisa disdained the stool, choosing instead to stand, while
across the ring, Chuck slumped on his stool, clearly hurt as his friends
helped him get ready for the next round.

As she stood in her corner, I could hear much of what she and her cornerwoman
said. In fact, that was the main reason I'd got there early^×to sit close to
her corner. I was planning on entering the tuff student contest again next
year, so I wanted as much insight into the way that she fought as I could get,
just in case she entered again. Of course, there was also the fact that she
was well worth looking at, especially with the minimal boxing attire.

"You're loosing the fight, Lisa," the lean redhead coaching her said.

"The hell I am!" was the snarled reply.

"You've hurt him good, but he's outscoring you big time. If it goes to a
decision, you loose, hon! You've gotta knock him out, and you've only got two
more rounds to do it in."

"I'm gonna do more than knock him out^×I'm gonna smash him bad before he goes
down."

"If ya try that, and he's got a good chin, he'll get away again. I'm tellin'
ya, you could loose the fight tonight."

She looked back at her cornerwoman, "You're right again^×but I think he's
going down real fast."

The redhead nodded, "You've got what it takes^×just don't let him get away,
and you've got him^×this round, I think."

I settled back as the redhead shut up to take care of icing her eye, cleaning
up blood^×all the basics needed in such a vicious match, and waited for the
next round. The tuff student competition draws some pretty serious boxers, but
this redhead was definitely a cut above the usual assistance that most of us
scrape up.

Chuck's breath seemed to come easier as the second round approached, but he
had to be feeling some effects from that vicious combo right at the end of
round one. I've got to give him credit^×as the last few seconds ticked away
before the start of the second round, I could see no fear on his face, just a
readiness to get back at her. I couldn't see Lisa's face as she waited for the
bell^×I was wondering how much swelling his punches had left on her. Still,
she wasn't hurt last round the way her opponent was. Just before the bell
rang, she slammed her gloves together, the impact driving home just how hard
she could slam those 8-oz gloves into someone.

At the bell for the second round, she came right at him, moving fast, while he
came out quickly, too^×but moving to her left, staying away from her lethal
right. Once again, he was using his reach to good effect, snapping his jab at
her face, and moving away as she closed in. The sharp crack of leather on her
face told me those jabs had to sting, as did the look on her face as they
circled. Only a few of them, and her nose was bleeding again, and he was
managing to get in the occasional hard right to her face. He seemed to have a
feel for her speed and timing, since he was slipping most of her punches,
parrying a few, only a very few connected, and those not squarely. Still, her
jab could, and did, snap his head back, and his lip was bleeding again. Each
time she tried to load up with a power punch, he managed to slip back, or
duck, then came in with another sharp blow. Her face was puffy, and by now
blood was pouring from her nose, her right eye swollen badly as she came at
him. As in the first round, he was administering a classic demonstration of
boxer versus slugger.

This lasted for about a minute, with the crowd roaring as he popped the
previously invincible amazon with punch after punch. Everyone loves an
underdog, and no one had expected him to even be on his feet now, let alone
beating her up like this. No one punch seemed to hurt her much, but his gloves
were spreading blood all over her face, stinging her, bruising her. Still, it
seemed to me that the relatively few punches she was landing were slowing him
down^×staying away was using his energy at a tremendous rate.

I could see her hands getting a bit lower, her bruised face even more
vulnerable to his punishing fists^×and so could Chuck. He came in with a fast
left jab^×right cross, more power behind them than usual. I had an idea what
was coming, unlike the others watching the fight. It seemed like slow motion
as the jab bounced off her red cheek, smearing some more red across her face.
As he came in with his right, she timed it perfectly, ducking under his punch,
and stepping forwards. He tried to move back, out of range, but too late. The
lowered hands had been perfect bait, and he'd fallen for it. I could see her
face as she threw the punch^×her eyes were sparkling, she knew she had him.
Her fist came around his arm, her beautiful left hook crashing solidly into
his jaw. His head snapped sideways, sweat spraying as he staggered backwards.
He kept his hands up^×he was clearly hurt, but it wasn't a fight-ending blow.

She moved right in, grinning, hands up, the ring lights gleaming off her
menacing black gloves and fair skin. He tried to slide away, only to run into
the same thing I did a few days before^×a left hook smashing into his side as
he tried to move to his right, then a right crashing into his other side. The
two punches cut off his escape; he was trapped in the ropes. For the first
time, I saw a hint of worry on his face as he tried to get away.

I winced as I heard the thud of her fists connecting with his sides. From my
vantage point ringside, I could see far better than when she'd been working my
sides^×it was both ugly and beautiful at the same time. Her graceful moves as
she dug her black clad fists into his sides, muscles rippling, her face
showing her pleasure, her full breasts swaying, nipples stiffly erect as her
breasts jiggled slightly with each move^×she was a thing of terrible beauty.
At the same time, he was writhing in pain as her fists smashed into his ribs,
sinking deep into his sides, forestalling every effort to slide along the
ropes and escape the trap he was in.

Each blow brought a pained gasp along with the deep thud as she dug the
punches deep into his demolished obliques, some of the blows almost lifted him
from the canvas. More desperate writhing gained him nothing as she deftly
stayed in front of him, driving him into the corner^×the corner I was seated
next to. I had the best seat in the house for the finale, as she reduced this
proud, skilled boxer to a punching bag..

There was a savage grin on her bruised face as she saw that he had no escape.
As he tried to protect his ribs, she whipped a beautiful right uppercut
between his gloves, the blow landing right on his exposed jaw. His head
snapped back hard, sweat and some blood spattering from the impact. He fell
back into the ropes, and I knew he was done^×his gloves were low, and she had
a magnificent smile on her face, the same smile I recalled seeing through the
pain when she finished me off.

She seemed to say something, although I couldn't hear what, as she brought
back her right fist, letting him see what was coming his way^×then put all her
weight behind it, smashing her glove into his nose. I could hear the crunch,
even over the noise of the crowd, as she spread it across his face. The blow
had to have broken his nose, and the trickle of blood instantly became a
flood, running down his face in red torrents. It was almost hypnotic, watching
the barrage of leather as she shifted, hearing the meaty thuds as she once
again went to his body, in close now, her fists slamming into tenderized
flesh. Each solid thud was again matched by a gasp of pain as she blasted the
breath from his lungs, his hands dropping to his sides.

I knew what was next^×the fight was over, she just had to formalize it with
her fists. His only chance had been to clinch, or find a way to get off the
ropes, and it was too late for that, he was helpless. She bent slightly at the
knees, her fist dropping even lower, her 200 odd pound body turning into one
coiled spring. Her muscles bulged and rippled as her strong legs straightened
up explosively, her strong arm lifting upwards as she drove a perfect right
uppercut into his wide open chin.

As his head flew back, she was already coming around with another punch,
meeting the side of his jaw with a beautiful left hook. Once again, the thud
of leather on flesh echoed through the room as she pounded on his addled head,
his bruised face contorted with the incredible force of the blows. I winced
internally as she hammered him, having been there myself^×but that didn't stop
me from enjoying a perfect finish to a great fight. I was screaming along with
everyone else as sweat and blood flew as she nailed him again and again^×right
hook slamming into his eye, a left uppercut almost lifting him from the canvas
as it found his jaw.

Like almost every fighter I've known, she naturally followed the uppercut with
another right hook to his wide-open jaw. He was already starting to crumple as
the blow connected, his face misshapen as her beefy shoulder drove her fist
home again, and he finally fell to the canvas in a heap. It seemed that he
landed even before all the sweat and blood she'd spattered had settled^×I knew
there was some on me.

The count was a mere formality^×there was no way anyone would get up after
that beating^×but a necessary one. He didn't even move as the referee tolled
off the 10 count, while she stood in the corner, waiting, watching. At the
word, "ten," she threw her arms in the air, a big smile on her bruised face,
the nipples on her firm breasts rock hard.

She was over to him before the doctor, kneeling next to her victim^×clearly he
was in no condition to accept a hand up as I had. The crowd was still on its
feet when Chuck recovered enough to stand with her for the official
announcement. This time, who won was less obvious from their
appearances^×Lisa's right eye was swollen from Chuck's repeated lefts, a
stream of blood still ran from her nose, and overall her face was puffy from
numerous stinging blows. Also, her magnificent torso was slick with a mix of
blood and sweat^×more her blood than Chuck's, I thought, though not by much.
Still the look of pure joy on her face told the story of who won, and how much
she'd enjoyed it despite the pain.

Chuck, too, looked like he'd been in a war^×blood was still pouring. He'd
bloodied Lisa's nose, but her big right had broken his. Both eyes were
swelling up badly, both from the number of times she'd smashed those fists
into them, and the side effects of having his nose spread across his face. His
ribs, too, showed the effects, black and blue where those small black gloves
had hammered them, and his pained breathing was further testimony to the force
of her blows.

More telling was his expression^×the pain of defeat accentuated the pain in
his body as the announcer spoke, "The winner by knockout at 1 minute and 49
seconds of the second round, and new tuff student heavyweight champion, Lisa,
The Amazon Destroyer!" The applause was mixed, sadly, with some boos, by
people who couldn't accept a woman as a champion, but not many, she'd shown
herself to deserve the title. Few were the wolf whistles that were prevalent
at her earlier fights^×more were simply scared of her now than interested in
attracting her attention.

I watched the announcements, gazing on this amazon, saying to myself, "Do I
really want to face those fists again?"

When it came time for her to leave the ring, she didn't bother with her robe
as she turned, proudly showing herself to all the spectators as she slipped
between the ropes. She saw me sitting ringside, admiring her^× and looked me
right in the eye. I stood up, meeting her gaze, never flinching, silently
telling her that she may have knocked me out, but I wasn't intimidated. I
smiled as our eyes met, and silently mouthed, "Congratulations, champ!"

Her answering smile made my heart flutter; it was the sort of smile a woman
gives when she'd like to se a guy again. With a wink and a wave of her
sweat-covered glove, she and her second headed for the lockers, leaving me to
gaze after the two of them.

At least one more tale of Lisa in action is in the works, a rematch of the
first fight. Constructive thoughts and feedback on both stories are welcome,
both to allow any rewrites to be better, and to let me know that people are
enjoying and reading them. If they aren't being read, there's no point to
posting them.

Ideas on the upcoming fight are also very welcome