Experience
An Incident of Mixed Boxing
By GES


I was sixteen years old when I boxed a woman who knocked me out in three 
rounds.  She was much older than I but losing to a female boxer can be 
very ego shattering for a teenage boy.  However this experience changed 
my attitudes regarding women who box and of older women in general, As a 
member of a boys club I engaged in various activities including boxing 
and wrestling though not seriously.  Occasionally our club members would 
be invited to the local police athletic center to use their facilities 
and get some instruction.  The police did it as a public relations 
thing. 
On one of these visits to the police athletic center I noticed an 
Hispanic woman, about thirty or so, punching a speed bag.  I was working 
with the big bag and at the same time staring at her when she saw me.  
She stopped, introduced herself as Cilia, a matron in the women's 
detention wing, and asked me what I was looking at.  I explained that I 
had never seen a woman boxer before and I was just curious.  Celia than 
asked me if I would like to box an exhibition with her this morning for 
the benefit of the guests.  About this time our club representative 
happened by and said he thought it a good idea, I was close to Cilia's 
weight and my mother, who had driven a few of us down here, was 
available to sign the necessary release.  My mother gladly signed me up 
for this boxing match with a woman. 
I was ushered into a medical room where an attendant weighed me in at 
128 while Celia tipped the scales at 134 pounds.  It was agreed we would 
box three two-minute rounds.  A mandatory eight count would be in effect 
as would the three knockdown rule.  The referee would be a female 
fitness instructor.  We then went to  separate dressing rooms.  I put on 
white trunks, a white T-shirt with boys club logo, and boxing shoes.  
After I was suitably dressed I went out to the boxing ring where Cilia 
was waiting. 
Cilia was dressed in white boxing shoes and socks, short tight-fitting 
red boxing trunks with the female symbol sewed on the left leg just 
above the hem, and she wore a white bra that revealed an alluring 
cleavage.  Her muscular legs were smooth, shapely and well rounded.  Her 
arms looked strong and had nice definition to them.  With her hair cut 
just above the shoulders, she appeared feminine, well conditioned, and 
far more formidable now then when I first saw her.  We both wore red 
boxing gloves provided by the athletic center. 
I was introduced to Cilia's sister Inez and to Cilia's niece, Tina, who 
was about my own age.  They would be in Cilia's corner during our bout.   
In my corner would be our club rep and of course my mother would be 
watching. 
The referee called Cilia and me into the ring, pointed out our corners, 
and introduced us to the small crowd present.  It was announced that at 
 the end of the bout a decision would be rendered by vote of the 
spectators. Round one opened and the butterflies in my stomach were 
really in motion.  I started shooting out jabs most of which bounced off 
my female opponent's arms and gloves.  Cilia moved her head and 
shoulders quite a bit making me miss and then she would counter with 
combinations to my head and sometimes to my stomach and ribs .  Soon my 
face was burning, my nose hurt, and I was breathing hard.  We had some 
good exchanges and finally the first round came to an end. 
In my corner our club rep told me to keep the jab going, not to let my 
female opponent in.  Easy for him to say.  My mother stuck her head 
through the ropes, giggled and asked if I was okay. 
Round two opened and I started my jab again; I didn't know what else to 
do.  Cilia was crowding me so my jab wasn't working.  Also she was 
sending more shots to my body which hurt more than the head blows I was 
getting.  I was throwing punches in desperation, not doing much good, 
when all of a sudden Cilia hit me with a solid shot right in the pit of 
my stomach.  This was instant nausea, my knees got weak and I literally 
sat down on the canvas--hard.  Cilia seemed surprised by the sudden 
knockdown as was the referee.  Shooing Cilia off to a neutral corner, 
the referee started the count.  Sitting on the canvas I had an excellent 
view of Cilia's legs.  As a teen age boy I never thought I would be 
turned on by an older woman but from this vantage point Cilia's legs 
came off as terrific.  They were strong looking yet so feminine and 
desirable that I felt this odd sensation of longing that usually occurs 
only in erotic situations.  But the referee was counting  so I struggled 
to get up and by the count of six stood in front of the referee while 
she continued to eight.  The referee wiped off my gloves and had us 
resume.  
Cilia moved in throwing  punches smoothly and accurately, very 
deliberately, mixing them to my head and body.  At this stage Cilia 
looked like a pro.  I was in real trouble when the bell rang. 
Returning to my corner I wearily sat down.  My eyes were watery, some 
blood was coming from my nose, my upper lip tingled and it hurt to 
breathe.  While my second cleaned me up my mother patted me on the 
shoulder and told me to do my best and take it like a man.  The bell 
rang for the final round. 
Cilia moved toward me and resumed her smooth flowing delivery of 
punches.  Cilia was  punishing me and there was little I could do about 
it.  I answered her punches as best I could but with no effect.  My 
arms, really tired now, dropped lower and lower.  Then Cilia threw a 
one-two to my jaw and down I went landing on my knees and forearms with 
the right side of my face resting on the canvas.  From this ignoble 
position I watched Cilia walk to a neutral corner.  Her legs and thighs, 
smooth and glistening from a film of perspiration,  were just stunning.  
Cilia turned around and my eye fell on the female symbol on her trunks 
which seemed to be more significant now than before.  Meanwhile the 
referee had started the count.   One- -two- -three....  I got to my 
knees as the referee continued, four- -five- -six....  Fully conscious 
but weak and tired, I was in no condition to take any more punishment 
from Cilia.  The referee tolled off seven- -eight- -nine- -ten- -out! 
Everyone cheered and whistled.  The referee helped me to my corner where 
I plopped down on the stool weak and teary.  My face felt like it was on 
fire, my eyes were watering, a trickle of blood came from my nose, my 
upper lip was numb and my ribs hurt.  My mother stepped in through the 
ropes and told me I had the cutest black eye.  She appeared elated over 
the chastisement I had just received from my female opponent.  In 
Cilia's corner her sister and niece were clapping their hands and 
cheering along with the crowd. 
Bringing both of us to the center of the ring and standing between us, 
the referee raised Cilia's hand and declared her winner by knockout.  It 
was unsettling for me to stand beside a woman boxer who had just knocked 
me out and then to have our picture taken that would clearly show the 
effects of the beating she had given me.  
Cilia returned to her corner, threw a short terry cloth  robe over her 
shoulders and walked around the ring, stopping now and then to talk to 
someone or to pose for those who had brought a camera.  Still in boxing 
gloves and with that short robe setting off her stunning legs, Cilia 
presented a desirable though intimidating figure.  
Joined now by Inez and Tina, Cilia came over to my corner.  A smiling 
Tina looked at my black eye. 
"Does it hurt?" she asked curiously.  "No, no, it doesn't hurt," I 
answered. 
"My aunt is teaching me to box ," Tina said, "and some day I hope to be 
as good as she is,"  The bond of affection between Tina and her aunt was 
obvious and Tina was clearly proud of how her aunt had whipped me. 
Cilia thanked me for boxing her and asked, “Are you all right now?”   
Nodding, I tried to hide my embarrassment over the beating she had given 
me but Cilia sensed this and said, “Don’t be put off because I knocked 
you out just now.”  “I’ve been boxing for a while and have more 
experience.”   As I turned to leave the ring Cilia patted my rearend and 
said , “You can have a  rematch any time.”  After this experience I was 
not sure I wanted to box Cilia again although I wouldn't mind watching 
her box someone else. 
As I left the ring and passed through the small crowd I received 
sympathetic glances from the guys and smiles from the women who were 
clearly pleased by the outcome of the boxing match they had just 
witnessed.  This would not be easy to live down! 
Things pass of course but it is something I will not forget for a while. 

Note:  Experience was printed in AIA N0. 32