The Boxing Match
By 'G' responses GLfm@aol.com 
Champs wife is a knock out 


The drive to the arena has been very quiet so far. Neither of us has said a
word to each other. It's been like that for several days now. Ever since the
boxing commissioner called our house. As the Ultimate Fighting League boxing
champion the commissioner usually wants to speak to me, this time however he
spoke to my wife Patty Ann.

Patty Ann and I are both boxers in the Ultimate League. I've been the champion
for almost 4yrs now. Patty Ann started boxing about a year ago. She is
undefeated in 9 bouts and moving up. We've been married for just 6 months now
and this is our first big disagreement.

The commissioner acting at the request of hundreds of the wealthy fight fans
has offered my wife a shot at the title. Yes, that's right he wants us to
fight each other. And she has accepted the challenge.

That's what we've been arguing about for days. I keep telling her that she's
not ready to face a championship fight yet. And she keeps asking me if I'm
scared to face her.

As neither of us wants to back down so hear we are. Arriving at the

UFL arena I pull into and park in the "Reserved for Champion" parking spot. We
each get out of the car and go to the trunk to get our fighting gear. As we
reach in the trunk I take Patty Ann's hand and pull her toward me. Looking
into my wife's eyes I tell her "I'm so sorry Patty Ann. You have every right
to want to be the champion. I should not have tried to stop you. I love you
and I want you to be happy." With that Patty Ann pulls me to her raps her arms
around me and kisses me hard. " I love you to David. No matter what happens
tonight I don't want that to change, I'll always want to be with you. But I
want you to know that I'm going to fight hard tonight and I'm going to try to
win the title". I nod my head and whisper to her "ME to Patty Ann".

In my dressing room it's hard to get my mind on the fight. I can't believe
that I will have to try and beat my beautiful young wife. I wonder if she is
having problems too.

Shaking off the feeling I prepare for the bout. Removing my street cloths I
loosen up with a quick rub down. Toweling off I begin to don my fight gear. I
step into my jockstrap and pull it up. I fit the padded hard plastic cup in
place over my manhood. Next are my shinny black tights they are sheer almost
like pantyhose. Skintight white silk high cut boxer shorts are next. They fit
tight over my buttocks and around the cup covering my manhood. I lace up my
boxing boots, they are also white with white and black tassels on the lasses.
My trainer and my corner man help me on with my boxing gloves they too are
white. Just before heading to the ring my trainer straps the world title belt
around my waist and helps me on with my white silk ring robe.

In Patty Ann's dressing my lovely young wife is also preparing for battle. She
removes her blouse and steps out of her black leather mini skirt. She unzips
and removes her black boots. Strips off her dark pantyhose and unhooks her
bra. Stepping out of her panties she lies on the training table for a quick
rub down. After toweling off Patty Ann hurriedly dresses for our fight. A
slightly padded thong, shinny tan pantyhose

Black spandex sports bra, black tight fitting silk shorts and black boxing
boots. Her trainer helps her on with black boxing gloves and slips her robe on
her. A knock on her door sends my wife to the ring.

The arena lights are dark as I approach the top of the isle. Suddenly music
blares out and a spot light finds me. I walk down the isle toward the ring.
The champion must make a grand entrance. I wave and slap hands with the fight
fans in the arena. In the 4 years I've been champion my fan base has grown
huge most of the two thousand people in the arena have come to see me fight. I
climb the steps to the ring and duck threw the ropes. I try not to look into
the opposite corner I don't want to see my opponents face before the bell. I
dance and move, shadow boxing to keep loose.

The ring announcer ducks between the ropes. " Ladies and Gentlemen this is the
main event of the evening. Ten rounds of boxing for the UFL world
championship.

In this corner with a record of 9 wins and no defeats. Standing 5ft 9and 1/2
inches tall. Weighting in at 143 and 1/2 pounds she is the challenger Patty
Ann Steel.

And in this corner at 6feet 1and1/2 inches tall weighting in at 164 pounds he
is the undefeated and undisputed UFL world-boxing champion David Steel.

The ref calls Patty Ann and I to the center of the ring. She is a very
experienced ref and has done several of my fights. "Patty Ann, David this is a
title fight. It is ten rounds or less. You both know the rules; no low blows
no hitting on the break. In the event of a knock down the standing fighter
goes to a neutral corner and waits my call. Shake hands and may the best
fighter win". Patty Ann and I bang gloves and just before her trainer puts her
mouthpiece in she smiles and says, " I love you". I nod and smile and say

"Me too". Before I return to my corner my trainer unhooks the world title belt
removes it from my waist and hands it to the ref.

In our corners Patty Ann and I stretch and flex as we await the bell. The bell
sounds for round one and we move out into the ring. Gloves up we circle each
other. We jab and faint trying to feel each other out. As close as we've been
since we got married we know very little about each other's boxing style. For
most of this first round few punches have landed, my jab has begun to find the
range and Patty Ann has started to back peddle a little.

After several good jabs landed on her face Patty Ann has now found the rhythm
to block my shots. The first round ends evenly 9 to 9

At the bell we both leave our stools for round two. Patty Ann charges across
the ring and lands a quick secession of jabs and one short left hook to my
body. I quickly recover and fire off several jabs of my own. Once again I find
the range to Patty Ann's face with my jab. After a very fast start I have my
wife backing up again. For the rest of the second round I continue to jab and
move. As the bell sounds I return to my corner having won the round 10 to9.

Round three begins much slower for both of us. Patty Ann has learned her
lesson and lets me come to her. Just as in the last round I quickly find her
range and begin to jab effectively. Although she is boxing well my jabs are
starting to take a toll. I can begin to see some puffiness around her left
eye.

I throw a hard double jab and follow it up with a left hand to her ribs. Patty
Ann's right drops slightly from the rib shot and I use this opening to land a
right hand to the side of her face. My glove slams into her just behind her
cheek and below her ear. I can see immediately that she is stunned and hurt.
Her arms begin to drop and her knees begin to buckle. Although I'm off balance
I throw a left hand that glances off her rib cage. As I move forward to throw
another punch Patty Ann drops to the canvas. Falling first on her butt and
then sprawling on to her back. At two minuets and thirty-seven seconds I have
scored the first knock down of the fight. The ref pushes me toward a neutral
corner and picks up the count. ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR. Patty Ann has rolled
over and is on her knees; FIVE, SIX she has gotten to one knee and is trying
to stand. SEVEN, EIGHT my wife is up standing against the ropes. The ref moves
close to her taking her gloves and wiping them on her shirt. She asks Patty
Ann if she is OK and if she wants to continue. Patty Ann nods her head and
raises her gloves. With only eight seconds left in the round I move in but
Patty Ann ties me up and hangs on till the bell. I return to my corner having
won the third round by a 10 to 8 score and almost the fight.

Patty Ann's corner people work feverishly on her between rounds Ice is held to
her face salts are held under her nose. She id soaked down with water. At the
bell she is quickly off her stool and seams revitalized.

The pace slows for rounds four and five. Patty Ann is breathing hard and seams
to be more defensive trying more not to get hit than trying to hit me. I
easily win both rounds 10 to 9

With the bout half over I have won 4 of the 5 rounds. Having scored a knock
down in the third round I feel Patty Ann has little chance to beat me.

The bell for round 6 sends us back into action.

For most of round 6 it's been more of the same me chasing Patty Ann and her
backing and covering up. With less that a minuet left in a round I have
clearly dominated we are exchanging jabs in Patty Ann's corner. With my back
to the ropes I have just landed a quick double jab to her forehead. I throw a
third jab that she catches on her glove. As my arm comes back it drops for
just a second. That is all the time my wife needs. Patty Ann uncorks a left
hook that lands flush on the side of my face. My head snaps around and my eyes
roll up. I stagger backward into her corner falling against the turnbuckle.
The power of her punch has stunned me. My vision blurs and my arms won't
respond. The sight of me staggering backwards has rejuvenated my wife. Patty
Ann is on me like a tigress. She lands two hard body shots. The first one
crashes into my ribs and drives the air from my lungs. The second lands right
at the belt line of my trunks and tights. My mouth opens wide as I try to gulp
air. My knees buckle and I begin to slide down the ropes toward the canvas.
The white boxing glove of my left hand reaches out for the top rope as I try
to prevent myself from falling to the mat. Patty Ann lands a glancing right
hand off my unprotected chin. My head and neck snap around, my mouthpiece
flies out of my mouth and I slump to the canvas. The ref moves in quickly
pulling Patty Ann off me and pushing her toward a neutral corner. For the
first time in my boxing career I've have been knocked down. Sitting on the mat
my boxing gloves hanging uselessly over the bottom ropes, my legs tucked up
under me I am dazed and confused. For several seconds I can't focus nor
control my arms or legs. I shake my head trying to clear it. Finally I realize
that I'm being counted out. I see the ref hand coming down I hear her shout at
me " THREE - FOUR - FIVE. As my corner men scream at me to get up I get to all
fours. " SIX - SEVEN, I'm on my knees reaching for the top rope "EIGHT - NINE.
I just beat the count to my feet. Our ref grabs my gloves and wipes them on
her shirt. She takes a long look into m eyes as she asks " Wadda you say
champ, you want to keep fighting?' I nod my head yes and raise my gloves to my
face.

As I take a step toward Patty Ann the bell rings ending round 6. I stagger
slowly back to my corner and slump on my stool having lost this round 10 to8.

Now it's my corner men who have to work feverishly to revive their stricken
fighter. Ice is applied to my swelling face. Smelling salts are held under my
nose. My trainer grabs my trunks, tights and jockstrap and pulls them lose for
me to breath deeply. The two-minuet rest period flies by as I try to clear my
head and regain some strength.

As the bell rings for round 7 I have to use the top rope to pull myself off my
stool. I raise my gloves to defend myself. My legs feel heavy like I'm walking
in cement. Patty Ann is on me in a flash. Her fists are a blur as they pound
me. I can't move my hands fast enough to block all her punches. My only hope
is to tie her up so she can't punch. I lounge forward and rap my arms around
her. Holding on tightly I don't let go till the ref pulls us apart.

Twice more I rap Patty Ann up and hold on. I need to buy time to recover and
to get to the end of the round. At 1minuet and 45 seconds of the round the ref
is again pulling us apart. As she steps back I begin to move forward to tie up
again. As I move Patty Ann side steps to her left and throws a hard right
hand. My wife's gloved fist slams into me just below my rib cage. I gasp
loudly as the air rushes out of my lungs. My head flies back and my arms fly
out wide. My knees immediately buckle and I crash to the mat on all fours.
Patty Ann has knocked me down again. The ref signals Patty Ann to go a neutral
corner and begins the count over me. I look into my corner and both my corner
men are signaling me to stay down. I know from my training that they want me
to take all the time I can getting to my feet. I look up at our ref as she
counts over me. " FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, I get to one knee ready to stand. "
EIGHT. NINE I get to my feet and hold my white gloves out for her to wipe. She
asks me where I am and who I am trying to see if I'm alert enough to continue
fighting. She asks me " You OK champ? You want to keep going?" I nod my head
and she waves us on. The look in Patty Ann's eyes hurts more that her punches.
I can see that she thinks she has me beaten and doesn't want to hurt me any
more. I grit my teeth and wave her to come on. Her shoulders droop and she
breaths in a sigh. As she comes toward me I throw a jab and follow it up with
a left hand that lands on her rib cage just below her right Brest. For just a
second my wife is surprised by the punch. As her right arm comes down to cover
her ribs I throw a left hook that catches her high on her head. Patty Ann
backs up a few steps to regroup.

The look I see on her face now is determination. Before I can tie her up Patty
Ann is on me. Two jabs land hard on my eye and it begins to swell. Patty Ann
follows her jabs with a left hook to my side. I flinch from the hard body shot
my wife has landed. As I pull my arm back to protect my body a second hook
connects with my chin. My head snaps around and for the second time in the
fight my mouthpiece comes flying out. It is a devastating punch, my arms drop
to my sides and I topple over on to my back. I lie stretched out on the canvas
spread eagle; Patty Ann has knocked me down for a third time.

My wife dashes to a neutral as the ref begins her count over me " ONE, TWO.
THREE, FOUR. I can see and hear the ref counting but I can't move.

" FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT". The bell ending round 7 sounds with me on the mat
unable to get up. As the bell can save a downed fighter the ref stops her
count. I've lost this round 10 to 6

My corner men rush through the ropes to get to me. Reaching under my arms they
lift me off the mat and drag me back to my corner. Working feverishly on me
they ice my swollen eye. They vigorously massage my arms and legs trying to
rub some life back into them. An ice bag is shoved down between my tights and
jockstrap to shock me awake. With seconds left in the rest period the ref
comes to my corner. She asks my trainer how I am " How's he doing? Do you want
me to stop the fight? He's been knocked down three times already." Hearing her
words I snap back and shout at her " NO - NO don't stop the fight. I can still
win. I'm still the champion". The ref nods her head and says "OK one more
round champ".

The bell to start round eight goes off in my head like an explosion. I'm not
ready to fight yet. With a push from behind I get up off my stool and head out
into the ring. Patty Ann comes at me slowly. She throws a couple of light jabs
that land flush on my face. I stagger back a few steps unable to move fast
enough to block her punches. Her next two punches drive me backward into my
corner. In quick succession she lands four hard shots. My legs buckle but I
don't go down. I manage to land an over hand right that stops Patty Ann's
punches for a second. It seams that she is a bit winded too.

Moving to my left I slide out of my corner and move off the ropes. Back in the
middle of the ring we come together again. We each jab trying to feel each
other out and get the range. The beating I've taken has slowed my reactions
and made it hard to defend against my wife's punches. My arms are heavy and I
have trouble keep them up. As I throw a jab my right arm drops again. It's the
opening Patty Ann's been told to wait for. She is merciless in her attack. My
wife's lift fist crashes into the right side of my face. It is a crushing
punch. My body stops dead and I loose control of my limbs. A right upper cut
smashes against my chin. My head and neck snap back and my eyes roll up into
my head. I have lost the ability to defend myself. A third punch, a hard left
hook slams into my ribcage. My legs collapse under me, my arms drop uselessly
to my sides. I topple to the mat on my side and roll on to my back. A strange
feeling comes over me. I can see my wife standing over me looking down at me.
I can't move a muscle it's as though I paralyzed. The ring lights are blinding
but I can't move my arm to shade my eyes. The ref appears in front of me. I
can hear her counting me out. "ONE, TWO, THREE. FOUR, FIVE. I'm trying has
hard as I can but I can't get up. SIX, SEVEN, if I don't get to my feet soon
I'll be knocked out. EIGHT, NINE, oh god I know the fight is over and I've
lost.

TEN, YOUR OUT. That's it I'm beaten, I've been knocked out by my wife.

The bell clangs wildly to signal the end of the fight. It also signals the end
of my reign as world boxing champion. There is much commotion in the ring
around me. Patty Ann flies out of the neutral corner her arms raised high over
her head in victory. Her corner people charge into the ring lifting the new
champion off her feet and into the air. The crowd is on it's feet cheering
her. My corner men kneel beside me, as I lay stretched out on the mat. They
lift my head gently and remove my mouthpiece. Within seconds the ring doctor
is beside me checking me out. It's been almost two minuets since Patty Ann
sent me crashing to the canvas and I am still unable to get to my feet.
Smelling salts are held under my nose in an effort to revive me. My corner
stool is brought to were I'm lying. After several more seconds they get me to
my feet and sit me on the stool. Across the ring I see Patty Ann standing in
her corner her arms draped over the top rope. The ref has just placed the
world title belt around her waist. She looks down at the gold belt around her
middle then looks at me and shrugs her shoulders. The look on her face says
that I know I could beat you and take you title and now I have.

The ring announcer has the mike and is giving the result. "In one minuet and
twelve seconds of the eight round. The winner by way of KNOCK OUT and new
WORLD BOXING CHAMPION Patty Ann." The crowd cheers wildly for the new
champion. My wife dances around the ring with her arms in the air. In my
corner my corner men drape my white silk robe over my shoulders and help me
from the ring. It s a long walk back to my dressing room, I need help to make
it.

Sitting on the padded table in my dressing room my corner men silently tend to
my injuries. My face is red and puffy my eye is badly swollen. My trainer
unties the laces and pulls the white boxing gloves off my hands. I untie my
boots and pull them off. I pull off my silk boxing trunks. I peel down and
remove my tights and step out of my jockstrap. Leaving the shower and toweling
off I slip into a terry robe.

Standing alone in the middle of my dressing room is Patty Ann the new champion
and also my wife. She is still in her ring outfit. She has the title belt
around her middle. She comes toward me taking my red swollen face in her
hands. Looking at me sadly I see a tear in her eye. " OH David I don't know
what to say, I'm so sorry". I shake my head s she speaks. " You have nothing
to be sorry for. You fought a great fight. You knocked me out fair and square.
You earned the title. All I ask is that you give me a rematch."

Things were a little different after that night. It's hard knowing your wife
can out fight you and has knocked you out.