Prenuptial Affair
by GES
A Story of Mixed Boxing


Let me relate an incident of mixed boxing that occurred a few years ago.  Amber 
and Jim, a young couple engaged to be married, were attending a bridal shower in 
their honor at the home of the young lady.  One of the gifts presented to Amber 
contained two pairs of brand new red boxing gloves.  An unusual gift for a young 
lady perhaps, but in Amber's case appropriate.  Amber was an active athlete 
participating in several activities including ballet, gymnastics, soft ball, and 
boxing.  Her parents had been athletes themselves, her mother in competitive 
swimming and her father an amateur boxer which is where she obtained her boxing 
expertise.  In the excitement of the moment Amber got her fiance Jim to agree to 
box three rounds with her for us in attendance.   Jim was not too active in 
anything but, fortunately, was a good sport and of easygoing disposition, 
necessary qualities for what he was about to endure.

We gathered in the family room where some mats had been laid out on the floor 
and the two prepared to spar three rounds.  Amber's sister, Beth, about 
eighteen, was designated referee and her mother would be time keeper.  Amber was 
rather scantily dressed for the event, I thought, attired in a bra that revealed 
a very attractive cleavage, silk trunks cut so short as to expose a nicely 
rounded derriere, and white socks and white Reeboks that enhanced her muscular 
and lightly tanned legs.  But when her boxing gloves were laced on she looked 
quite formidable while her intended looked a little scared.  They touched gloves 
and the bout was on.

The young lady had a good left jab and landed it several times before her 
awkward male opponent was able to respond at all.  His efforts looked pretty bad 
and achieved little due to the practiced way Amber moved around snapping out her 
sharp jab with an occasional right hand behind it.  Amber's first round was a 
cautious one as she felt out her opponent to see what he might have to offer.  
He had very little of course, and Amber seemed content to pepper his face with 
left jabs while poor Jim tried unsuccessfully to avoid them.  When the round 
ended Jim was a bit winded and a small rivlet of blood trickled from his nose.

Round two found Amber more aggressive now, hitting much harder and using her 
right more often.  She also landed some good body punches which hurt her male 
opponent and soon his mouth gaped open while his breathing became very audible.  
Then a vicious body assault by Amber followed by a good left hook to her male 
opponent's jaw knocked the boy down and Beth moved in to do the count.  It was 
an odd scene with this young man sitting on the mat taking a count from Beth, 
while Amber stood off to the side grinning about having decked him.  Jim got to 
his feet and Amber resumed her attack catching Jim with several solid punches to 
the head.  The flow of blood from his nose increased and tears rolled down his 
cheeks.  Aware that she was hurting the kid Amber intensified her efforts.  A 
solid left hook from Amber landed on Jim's ribs and her right hand to his 
stomach made his eyes bug out.  Jim's hands dropped and he seemed defenseless so 
Beth called a halt to do a standing count.  Jim's nose bleed looked pretty bad 
and it obviously bothered him.  As Beth commenced the eight count Jim sank to 
the mat and started to sob.  

You couldn't blame the boy.  Even without the nose bleed Jim had taken quite a 
beating from Amber.  His right eye looked bad and the body blows he absorbed 
caused blood to spew from his nose all over his t-shirt.  I don't know if his 
face was red from Amber's punches or from the embarassment of being beaten by a 
female boxer, but he had been soundly whipped by this young lady and looked it.

So it was a sheepish young man that returned to his corner where his mother did 
what she could to restore his composure.  Amber, elated over this lopsided 
victory, beamed while Beth went through the ritual of holding up her hand and 
announcing her winner by knockout.  Then the girls gathered in Jim's corner 
where amid much giggling viewed the boy's battered face.  And Beth had to ask 
the inevitable question,  "Well, Jim, how does it feel to be knocked out by a 
girl boxer?"  He shrugged his shoulders and tried to smile but this hurt his 
swollen lip so all he could do was nod, bringing hee-hees from Amber and the 
other women.  Amber's mother observed that Jim had the nicest black eye and 
Jim's mother took a picture of him for the family album.  Beth then asked if she 
could box him sometime.  The poor guy just sighed.

But the wedding came off as planned.  One of Amber's wedding gifts was the very 
boxing gloves she wore when she scored that bloody knockout over Jim.  Her folks 
had the gloves bronzed and mounted on a wooden base with an inscribed metal 
plate detailing the event.  This trophy is now on display in Amber's home where 
it serves as a unique conversation piece.  It was a couple of years before Beth 
could talk Jim into boxing her.  But that story will have to wait.