Thai Boxing - Jillian Russell vs. Jennifer Woo
by Jillian
Jillian Russell meets Jennifer Woo in a rematch fighting under Mr. Chung's modified Thai boxing rules.


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Ken and I attending the Thai boxing as guests of Mr. Chung. We were treated to
ringside seats with Champagne and hors d'oeuvre and a late dinner following
the fights. This was an all-female nite and the fights were passionate with
most ending in a merciless knockout. Ken and I were both excited and aroused
by the action. I knew and I think Ken did too that I needed to be a part of
it.

At dinner after too much wine we attempted to negotiate a contract with Mr.
Chung. I really wanted to fight Ms. Woo but I didn't want to fight topless in
my first match at Mr. Chung's, so I agreed to fight a second match under his
rules regardless of the outcome of the first match in exchange for some
concessions. Our match would be scheduled for 5 rounds of 3-minutes with a
2-minute rest using 8 oz. gloves, and wearing a silk bikini top and bottom.
Mr. Chung had to get Ms. Woo to agree.

The next day after the wine wore off, I asked Ken just what he understood that
we had agreed to with Mr. Chung. You agreed to fight a topless match under his
rules in the future in exchange for some sanctions in your fight against
Jennifer. I had agreed to fight topless, I was afraid of that. I'll cross that
bridge later as I must concentrate on Ms. Woo.

Ms. Woo accepted the match with the proviso that should my breasts be knocked
from my bra or should my bra fail, we would finish the match topless. I
accepted. The match was on.

I only had a month to train and sharpen my skills, which meant that I was in
the gym 7 days a week which was a good thing as the contract called for me to
weigh in at 132 pounds or 6 pounds lighter than I was when we boxed. I knew
that I had a few things to work on and not much time. I needed to work on my
kick, develop a better style for fighting a southpaw and tighten my tummy by
doing some crunches.

The weigh in was the day before the fight and we both showed up in a skimpy
bikini to the delight of the audience. I got another surprise at the weigh in
as kicks to the inside of the leg would be legal. The referee noted that
"intentional" kicks to the groin were illegal and in the event of an
accidentally foul, the injured fighter would be allowed up to 5 minutes to
recover. I should have saved my pubic hair instead of having a bikini wax
done.

The 24 hours from the weigh-in until we entered the dressing room were the
longest of my life. The dressing room was clean but old and dimly lit. I
didn't have someone to give me a massage this time but Ken was really good at
helping me stretch out. It was time to dress and as I slipped into the bikini
I thought that a bikini is actually made for young women under 23, not ladies
like me with a mature figure. I wasn't topless but there was very little that
I'd be able to hide from the audience as far as my anatomy is concerned. Kelly
wrapped my hands and laced my gloves on. I warmed up with Ken holding the
mitts and pad for me to hit and kick.

The referee came in for final instructions, questions and to check my gloves
and attire. He said, "I'm there to keep the match legal and to prevent a
fighter from being seriously injured. I will allow both fighters every
opportunity to score a knockout and only intervene if I believe one of you is
in danger. He warned Ken, Kelly and Mike about climbing onto the apron during
a round and the fact that there is no surrender so don't bother to toss a
towel in the ring."

It was time to go and my stomach was churning so bad that I thought that I'd
have to make a quick trip to the bathroom or use the bucket before the fight
began. The noise in the gym is deafening as I follow Ken into the ring with
Kelly and Mike behind me. We take our corner and I notice that Jennifer is
already in the ring.

Jennifer is wearing a burnt orange colored silk bikini and I'm wearing one of
pale green satin. Both are low rise with the waistband about 3 inches below
our belly buttons. My bra is about a cup size too small so my breasts are
bulging out of the top.

The announcer, "Ladies and gentlemen, tonite for our main event at Mr.
Chung's, we have two ladies who will box under Mr. Chung's modified Thai
rules. The lady to my left you have seen here before. She stands 5' 2" tall
and weighed in last evening at 131 pounds with a record of 11 wins, 1 loss, 1
draw with 9 knockouts. Please give a warm reception to the Asian Assassin,
Jennifer Woo. The noise dies down. "In the corner to my right is our other
combatant this evening. She stands 5' 8" tall and weighed in last evening at
132 pounds with a record of 17 wins, 4 losses, with 9 knockouts. Please
welcome Jillian Russell. These ladies faced each other three months ago with
Ms. Woo knocking Ms. Russell unconscious at 48 seconds of round 6 of a brutal
match. The referee will give the ladies last minute instructions and we'll get
this match underway."

Ken inserts my mouth guard and my thoughts are of enduring the pain she will
inflict on my body. I don't mind losing by a knockout but I don't want her to
make me quit. It would be too embarrassing.

R1 - We touch gloves and back away from each other. I move in but Jennifer
lashes out with a kick and I step back to avoid it. We move back within range,
I kick but she blocks with her leg. She comes back with a kick catching my
left calf, ooh that hurt. We clinch and begin exchanging mutual knee thrusts.
I take a knee into my right breast but am able to make Jennifer groan as I
thrust my knee into her belly. We lose our balance and go to the mat still
locked together, me on the bottom. The referee moves in to separate us and get
us to our feet. Jennifer breaks cleanly but does push her hand against my
tummy as she gets to her feet. I catch a little grin on her face but know that
I must remain cool. One slip and I could be out cold. We move toward each
other and I go for my first kick, which feels great, as I contact the back of
Jennifer's leg just above her knee. I hear Ms. Woo let out a groan as she
dances the pain off. We exchange punches and Jennifer sends a knee thrust into
my breasts again. I let out an involuntary squeal as I miss her with a right
hook and Ms. Woo staggers me with a left to my head. I'm hurt and clinch but
Jennifer knows it and lifts her knee into my breasts again. I gasp, stepping
back and take a roundhouse kick just below my ribs. Oh god, that hurts. She
throws another kick that I deflect it as the bell ends the round and saves me.

I limp to my corner, spitting my mouthpiece out as I gulp air. My side feels
like it was stabbed and the knife is still in me. Ken helps me sit down as he
stretches and rubs my side. I'm not sure that I'll be ready to go out in two
minutes but I know that I can't quit yet. My right eyebrow is puffing up but I
have no other visual damage. I survived the first round. Just like that the
two minutes are up. I'm hurting but charged up as I go out for round 2.

R2 - We moved together exchanging and blocking punches and kicks. She catches
me with a left uppercut that has me dizzy but she doesn't know. I score with
another clean kick that lands halfway between her knee and thigh, causing her
to go down. She is up quickly dancing it off as she moves in on me. Jennifer
attempts a spinning backfist but I am able to duck it, then I go for a kick to
her head. She surprises me by catching my foot and driving her own kick up
high on the inside of my leg. Oh, that one gets my attention. It is a legal
kick against my leg but my womanhood is also jolted. She releases my leg,
which can't support me after the kick and I go to the mat. I take an 8 count
as I stretch the leg knowing she will be on me as soon as I'm on my feet. We
come together clinching and exchanging knee thrust with little damage, losing
our balance and falling into the ropes, actually almost between the ropes. I'm
on top as the referee separates us and I give Ms. Woo a little slap on her
breast, which she doesn't appreciate. We slowly move toward each other and she
lashes out with the speed of a cobra and drops me with a roundhouse kick to my
head. I never saw it coming. I was facing her, then on my bum in the corner
hearing the referee call out 5. I'm woozy but get to my feet by 8. Jennifer is
smiling as she moves toward me, nailing me with another punishing kick to my
side. I stay on my feet but limp away to walk it off as she pursues. We move
together exchanging punches and she fires an uppercut into my left breast,
which almost pops it from my bra. I see an opening and drive a right into her
nose, which draws the first blood. I know that it hurt her but she retaliates
with a kick that lands under my arm catching my ribs and breast. I am
momentarily paralyzed and she follows up with a blistering left hook to my
face, which splits my right eyebrow open. I go down again. I can feel my warm
blood trickling down my face, dripping onto my shoulder and running into my
cleavage. I get to my feet by 7, although very disoriented, but the bell ends
the round as the referee is cleaning my gloves.

I stagger to my corner with the blood still trickling down my face. Ken meets
me half carrying me to the corner. Mike and Ken examine the cut before Mike
stops the bleeding. Ken and Kelly attempt to rub the soreness from my ribs and
muscles. I'm bruised a lot more than I was after round 1 but seem to hurt
less. I guess my endorphins are kicking in. I'm excited about going out for
round 3.

R3 - We exchange some punches with Jennifer opening up the cut above my eye.
It doesn't hurt but the blood trickling down my face is annoying. What hurts,
is her kicks into my ribs, breasts and kidneys, which were quickly taking
their toll. We exchange some front kicks, one of mine is low with my heel
catching her groin but she shakes it off better than I was able to shake off
her kick that landed just above my bikini. The air rushes from my lungs
leaving me gasping and choking as I try to defend myself. She catches me with
a punch just above my right ear and my legs buckle and again I'm on the
canvas. I struggle up by 7 and the referee cleans my gloves before allowing
Jennifer to attack. We are close again exchanging punches and knees. She moves
forward as I thrust my knee upward. I can feel her soft outer labia act as a
cushion between my knee and her pubic bone as it is crushed. Jennifer's face
says it all, she is in agony and there is no way that she can continue the
fight. The foul wasn't intentional but I am going to take full advantage of it
as I snapped Ms. Woo's head back with a right uppercut to her chin. Jennifer
Woo, the Asian Assassin, falls back first to the canvas like a toppled tree.
She is out cold. The whole gym goes quiet, so quiet that you can hear the
referee counting, then after the replay is shown, the boos and heckling begin.
Ms. Woo is out for more than 2 minutes and when she became conscious is
writhing in agony and is taken from the ring on a stretcher. It is not a
popular win. I receive more heckling after the official announcement is made.

The announcer, "Ladies and gentlemen, it is official, your winner by knockout
at 2:34 of the 3rd round is Jillian Russell. We will update you on Ms. Woo as
soon as we know something."

The announcer's remarks fuel the already tense situation and the gym security
people have to escort us back to my dressing room. The excitement of the win
has taken my mind off the pain but this is short lived. I'll try to sum up the
damage to both of us. Ms. Woo had a mouse under both eyes, her nose had been
bleeding off and on but I don't think it is broken, she has visible bruises on
her left arm, left leg and I'm sure on her breasts, ribs and womanhood. I have
a split eyebrow that required 8 sutures, bruised nose, large mouse under my
right eye, small mouse under my left eye, bruised ribs, legs, and arms and
significantly bruised and swollen breasts and swollen womanhood. Was I the
winner?

We leave the gym and go to a nearby hotel where I spent most of the nite in
the bathtub packed in ice. I have my eyebrow sutured the next day and a week
later I have my ribs x-rayed and find that she has cracked two on my left
side.

There were messages on the phone when we got home. Ms. Woos' people were
already pushing Mr. Chung to set a date for a topless rematch. I had agreed to
fight under Mr. Chung's rules but I hadn't agreed to fight against Ms. Woo. Do
I owe Ms. Woo a rematch? It will be a few months before my eyebrow is healed
enough to fight again.

The poll questions:

Does Ms. Russell have an obligation to give Ms. Woo a Thai boxing rematch
fought under Mr. Chung's rules, which would make it a topless bout?

Please vote in the poll at:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Femalefightstories/surveys?id=12235552