PAWS III. A story by Kandi. One Columbian contestant gets the piss knocked out of her.

Even now Wroxing seems like an odd combination of boxing and wrestling. To really understand it at all, one must consider that promoters of women's combat wanted to design a sport that wound entail authentic fighting, allow contact to private areas, but still not permit serious or permanent injury to the fighters. After it's inital origins as an accidental outgrowth of foxy videos, it established its own league, PAWS, with growing success (see More than a Match II, the original More than a Match). The videos were so lucrative that now new teams of competitors were beginning to emerge. One such organization sprang from a Colombian drug lord's wish to enter the arena with his own home-grown girls.

The interaction that will be described here came about as part of Senor Vasquez's initial idea to "encourage" local women to compete (round-robin) using the Wroxing format. In the end a team of 6 girls was to be selected, the best of the local region. Winners were compensated for each victory and making the team meant a long-term substantial salary. Marta had already won 3 rounds against other local girls. She had some training from her husband as a boxer and she was a reknown street fighter. Marta was 5'4", 120lbs, short black hair that gave her face a "boyish" appearance. But her 32-24-35, b-cup figure ensured that no one would mistake Marta for a boy.

Her competitor for this match was Inga, a German immigrant to Colombia. Her long blonde hair, tightly wound in a bun glistened in the light of the roped, raised stage. Inga was a complete novice at this. But she was in terrific physical shape. She did step aerobics every morning and played volleyball or tennis nearly every day. Inga always had a water bottle handy and before this match she wanted to be sure to be fully hydrated. She chose Gatorade for extra energy and her boyfriend continued to squirt mouth-fulls of fluid into as she waited with her dominant right hand gloved. Inga paraded into the ring wearing a flashy yellow thong bikini with triagular top that hid very little of her 36 D-cup breasts.

The PAWS rules of Wroxing applied:

1. Each fighter wore one 10 oz. glove on the hand of their choice.

2. No contact above the shoulders.

3. No punching with the ungloved hand.

4. Punches to bare skin only.

5. No holds banned by Greco-Roman wrestling.

6. Wins by wrestling pins, submission, or decision by the referee.

7. The referee had discretion to place a fighter in the "down" position, award a penalty punch, or award the fight when infractions occurred.

8. The match was fought continuously, but each contestant could call up to 3 time-outs during neutral or control conditions.

A young boy, 20 years old, named Danny served as referee and brought the two bikini-clad fighters together center-ring. Marta was already thinking what an easy target Inga's massive chest presented when Danny said, "Go!" and Marta dove for an easy 2-leg takedown of her bigger opponent. Inga's butt hit the canvas and she quickly rolled to her stomach to avoid a pin. So Marta took this simple opportunity to release the clasp holding on Inga's dainty top and proceeded to use Inga's ankles to drag her across the ring, scraping off her bikini top in the process. Inga managed to kick away and roll free enough to get back to her feet, topless.

But Marta was on her immediately as she rose, driving a gloved right upper cut into her unsuspecting stomach. When Inga dropped her gloved right hand to protect her gut, Marta was ready and plowed a right cross into Inga undefended right breast. Inga had never been hit so hard or so deliberately in the breast and was shocked at the deep pain that erupted in her sensitive gland, even more sensitive, she realized, at this time in her cycle ("too late to reschedule," she mused laughingly). Inga responded with a right of her own to Marta's bare stomach. But Marta's strong abdominal muscles easily absorbed the blow. Inga's shock showed on her face and Marta was confident she was now completely in control.

When Inga raised her glove to protect her wounded mammary, Marta was ready with a barrage of 3 quick rights to Inga's unprepared guts that backed Inga up into the ropes. The third shot was the hardest and lowest. As Marta savored the feeling of digging in to Inga's pliable torso, Inga realized it was a bad idea to have drunk so much fluid. Inga's expression showed absolute horror when Marta dug another right into her guts at the bikini line, compressing her bladder. It took every bit of Inga's effort to hold it. But with Inga's back pressed against the ropes, another punch slammed home and Inga, straining, felt a brief squirt of warmth release between her legs. When Inga looked down, Marta's attention was immediately drawn to the situation. Marta was elated at having knock the piss out of this blonde bombshell, so prowd in fact, she stopped her very effective attack and with her free hand pulled Inga's bottom's down to her calves.

Marta stepped back and pulled Inga forward with her, causing her to trip and fall to her knees. Marta grabbed the bikini bottoms, pulling them the rest of the way off Inga's ankles and began to show them to the small audience assembled around the ring. Some observers were sickened while a few found the soiled bottoms unexpectedly interesting. Marta tossed the bikini into the outstretched arms of one such onlooker. But during this time Inga, now completely nude, was up and Marta turned in time only to receive a hard right to the stomach that nearly doubled her over.

By the rules of Wroxing Inga's whole body below the shoulders was now a target for Marta's punches. But it was Inga who was doing the punching. Inga's recently freed breasts bounced left and right in synchrony as she hammered 3 quick rights into Marta's stomach. But Marta just smiled as if the punches had no effect. So Inga grabbed Marta around the waist, surprising her with her strength, and body slammed her to the mat. Marta rolled to get off her back and Inga returned a favor by quickly unfastening the tie that held on Marta's bikini top. The shoulder straps held Marta's top in place, but Inga slid her left hand up under Marta's left arm and clasp a vice-like hold of the small breast before Marta could clamp her left elbow to her side in defense. Marta tried to pull away from Inga's hold on her left tit, but Inga began to pound her glove down into Marta's right kidney. Inga's kidney punches were effective and the pain began to show on Marta's face as she strained to relieve the vicious grip on her now-aching left mammary.

"You're goina' be peeing blood for a week when I'm done with you," Inga whispered to Marta. Marta turned her head and responded, "At least I don't pee my pants!"

Inga was enraged and intead of her glove, she slammed her elbow down into Marta's bruised right kidney. Marta nearly passed out, but the referee was there immediately. He pulled Inga off, issued a warning and put Inga in the down position. Marta took a minute to recover her breath but slowly positioned herself over Inga's back and Danny said, "Go!"

Marta grabbed Inga's left ankle and twisted to turn her to her stomach. Then Marta pulled Inga close to the ropes and wrapped her left leg under the middle rope and over the top, trapping it. Marta trapped Inga's left hand against her right glove and pinned the wrists together to the mat with her one hand. Then she began to slam her glove down into Inga's exposed torso, hitting her from her pubic mound up to her sternum and back down. Marta's glove drove deep into Inga's soft sore belly and the smack of leather on guts only encourage Marta to continue. Marta, now smiling broadly, repositioned to bring her knee on to Inga's full bladder. Slowly she transfered her weight to the knee. Inga was again straining to resist the internal pressure. She felt like she was going to explode. Marta next stood, putting her full weight onto one foot positioned on Inga's bladder. When Marta bounced up and down it was too much. Finally she was rewarded with a spray of fluid from between Inga's spread legs. Observers thought it might reach the crowd, but it barely reached the ropes creating a stream down the side of the ring.

The small audience could not believe their eyes. One said, "This can't happen... it's just an expression, isn't it." His friend could only muster, "It can and it did," as a reply. Inga was devistated with embarassment. This smaller girl was not just beating her, but destroying her credibility.

When Inga's total embarrasment ended, Marta slammed her glove into Inga's bare crotch, saying "Bad girl, Bad girl," as if trying to train a puppy dog. Marta quickly tired of this and turned and grabbed Inga's aching right boob by the nipple and pulled up hard. Inga scrambled to her feet, nearly lifted off the canvas by her breast on fire with pain.

Inga was desperate. Her body ached from the inside out and this new attack had her reeling. But Marta now faced Inga topless, so Inga grabbed Marta's undefended left nipple and ripped it violently upward. The seering pain brought tears to Marta's eyes and she immediately dropped her attack on Inga while attempting to back away as quickly as possible. Inga managed to hang on to the breast and spin around behind Marta, where she proceeded to pound her glove again into Marta's aching right kidney. Marta fell to one knee, her right, and Inga no longer had a angle to punch. Marta spun left and her glove exploded up into Inga's left breast, launching it up to her shoulder. Marta was able to knock away Inga's grip on her own left tit. Inga now had both her arms crossed across her chest. Marta went to work with rights to Inga's naked body, catching her in the left ribs, stomach, lower abdomen, then pubic bone and finally a solid blast that compressed her stomach to her spine.

Inga doubled over and was not getting up. Inga was coughing and gasping for breath, but the referee got no response on his request for her to submit. So Marta was allowed to approach. Inga was hunched over her knees with her arms crossed over her chest. Marta punched into the girl's exposed kidneys as she considered how to get at her wounded opponent's guts again. Marta grabbed the girl's right arm and began to twist until Inga rolled to her back. Marta sat on the girl's legs, placed her free hand over her gloved one and pounded down into the abused girl's beaten abdomen. Inga's head jerked off the canvas with each compression of her intestines, but she offered no resistance. Marta moved up on the body to pin the girl's arms to the mat. The referee was there immediately and began the count. With each count Marta slammed her glove down into the large left boob that was looking up at her... 1... 2... 3. Each time Inga's left breast was pancaked against her chest. Finally the referee raised Marta's glove, declaring victory and stopping the devastation. Inga would learn much from this (e.g., limit fluids and visit the bathroom before the match) and surprisingly she was ready to continue with the round robin with renewed passion. The crowd went wild with applause. Marta had essentially clinched a position on the team with her remarkable defeat of the bigger Inga.