Fight Night
by NRG
A series of boxing matches culminating in a vicious mixed bout.


	Paula was very nervous as we pulled up in the car outside John's house.
Tonight for the first time she would be fighting in front of an audience.
John was entertaining business colleagues from all over Europe and had
decided to provide something different in the way of entertainment for them.
Normally he would have taken them to a West End club, but had the idea of
organising a fight night the evening that Paula had boxed with his daughter
Melissa. He had found opponents for both his daughter and Paula. Melissa
would be fighting a girl called Rosie one of his wife's wrestling contacts.
Paula would be fighting a girl called Ingrid who had boxed at home in
Germany. Ingrid actually worked for John and he had found her working out on
a punch bag in the company gym. He jokingly asked if she had ever fought
competitively to which she had answered "many times" and she jumped at the
chance of a fight with Paula when he suggested it to her later the same day.
	As on our previous visit Paula went to change into her boxing kit and John
took me through to his converted garage, this time all the gym equipment had
been removed to make space for his guests' seats. It was decided that I
should referee the first bout between Rosie and Melissa and John himself
would take charge of Paula's fight, he would also be acting as ring
announcer. There were about twenty people sitting round the ring and I was
surprised to see that not all the guests were men. John and I climbed up into
the ring and he made ready to introduce the first two girls. Although he
could be heard perfectly clearly, he insisted on using  a microphone rigged
through his hi-fi, he said it added atmosphere to the event. Melissa and
Rosie made their way to the ring accompanied by their seconds. In Melissa's
case she was to be seconded by her mum Cathy, and Rosie was looked after by
one of the other female guests.
	"Ladies and gentlemen," began John as the girls removed their dressing
gowns, in their respective corners. "Tonight's first contest is to be over
six, two minute rounds. Between in the blue corner weighing 156lbs, wearing
the green shorts with gold trim ROSIE! And in the red corner weighing 168lbs,
wearing white shorts with black trim MELISSA!" This time Mel had agreed to
fight topless and despite a certain amount of puppy fat her eighteen-year old
42-30-42 figure compared well to the 40-27-38 of her four years older
opponent. Mel's red hair was still cut very short, unlike Rosie's whose
shoulder length wavy brown hair was hanging loose. I gave them my
instructions and sent them to their corners to wait for the first bell.
	They came out for round one gloves high and elbows tucked well into their
bodies. It was obvious that Rosie had boxed before as she slipped Mel's jab
and countered with her own. For most of the round Rosie was content to block
and counter, getting the feel of the younger girl's punches. Realising that
she couldn't out jab Rosie, Mel attacked the older girls' body, scoring with
a couple of solid hooks to the breasts. Rosie was forced to back off. Wanting
to press home her attack, Mel darted forward, only to have her head snapped
back by a very sharp double left jab from Rosie followed by a hard right to
the breast. With an involuntary gasp of pain, Mel forced Rosie into a clinch,
I separated them, but the bell rang before they could continue.
	Neither girl's seconds had much to do in the break as neither had taken much
punishment in the opening session. I marked my scorecard as it would be up to
me to decide the winner if the fight lasted the full six rounds. I gave the
first round to Rosie because of her more accurate left jab.
	Round two followed the pattern of the first with Rosie picking Mel off with
her jab and Mel scoring with some heavy body shots. By the end of the round
Melissa's face was looking quite red from Rosie's constant and accurate
jabbing. The small audience which had been rather quiet during the first
round became more vocal as they tried to encourage the two fighters. Once
again I gave the round to Rosie, Mel would have to tighten her defence or
Rosie was going to cruise to a comfortable point victory.
	Rosie came out quickly in round three snapping her left into Mel's face.
Melissa was starting to get frustrated at her inability to land any really
damaging punches on her opponent. Rosie picked up the pace left-right-left to
the face, backing off Mel swung her right, Rosie blocked and hit her hard
left-right-left to the breasts. Melissa squealed in pain and backed onto the
ropes. Sensing that Rosie could finish the fight her supporters amongst the
small crowd began urging her on even more. Closing in she rocked Mel with a
left hook to the head, Mel tried to hold onto her but she was pushed off into
the ropes. The redhead was in real trouble as hooked her breasts again.
Ducking to one side in an attempt to escape, Mel was caught flush on the nose
with a right uppercut.  Melissa stumbled to one knee and  pushed Rosie away
and began the count, Mel's supporters were shouting at her and urging to get
up. She was up at eight, I cleaned her gloves and looked into her eyes she
seemed okay so I stepped aside and signalled Rosie forward. With about thirty
seconds of the round left Rosie came in fast jolting the teenager's head wit
another left-right combination, followed by a double hook to the body. The
game redhead's legs buckled, and she fell forward onto a right uppercut from
Rosie that seemed to come up from the floor, and smash into her jaw. Mel's
eyes seemed to roll up into the top of her head as she crashed face down
unconscious onto the canvas. I didn't bother counting she was out cold and it
took nearly two minutes before she had come round enough to be helped from
the ring. I then took Rosie's hand and raised it.
	"The winner by knockout in round three, ROSIE!"
	There was an interval of about half an hour before Paula was due to fight
Ingrid. She was very nervous now having just seen Melissa who had given her
such a hard fight so convincingly thrashed by the more experienced Rosie. By
the time John returned to the ring to the fight she was shaking like a leaf
despite my reassurances that she would be okay. John picked up his
microphone.
	"Tonight's second contest will be over six, two minute rounds, between in
the blue corner weighing 150lbs and wearing black shorts with white trim,
from Hamburg, INGRID!" At five foot ten and with a 39-26-37 figure the
attractive blonde was an impressive sight as she stood in her corner. I
wondered if Paula's fear that she would be too strong for her might be well
founded. "And in the red corner weighing 154lbs, wearing red shorts with
white trim from London, PAULA!" I looked closely at my wife she had been
doing a lot of exercise since her first fight with Joanna and had trimmed
down her figure to 40-27-40 losing half a stone(7lb) in weight in the
process. Like the first fight they were to box topless and to me at least
Paula looked more beautiful than her blonde opponent. I was going to second
Paula and Ingrid was seconded by a friend of hers from Germany Hanna, who was
just as stunning to look at. John called them both to the middle of the ring.
When he had finished talking the girls touched gloves, Ingrid's confident
smile in stark contrast to the apprehensive expression on Paula's face. Once
she had returned to her corner, I put Paula's gumshield in place and gave her
what I thought was a reassuring smile.
	Paula leaped forward at the bell, ducking under Ingrid's left lead and
sinking a flurry of punches into the blonde girl's tits. Taken by surprise
the German was forced into her own corner trying to cover up and block. Paula
immediately switched targets and slammed a left hook into the side of
Ingrid's head. The blondes' legs wobbled and Paula hammered another hook to
her head. She stepped back as the blonde fell to the canvas, the small
audience were stunned into silence by the ferocity of Paula's opening attack.
Ingrid was on her feet at seven but looked very groggy and was bleeding from
a slight cut over her right eye. Paula was on the stunned blonde in flash and
dropped her to her knees again with a left to the breast and a right to the
head. This time Ingrid was up at eight and John gave her some extra recovery
time by taking her to her corner to examine the cut on her eye. My wife
fidgeted in a neutral corner, eager now to finish the fight. John allowed
Ingrid to continue and she caught Paula with a hard straight right to the
nose as she rushed in. Ignoring the punch Paula slammed another hook into the
side of Ingrid's head sending her sprawling on the floor for the third time.
The ringing of the bell stopped the count at six and Hanna was quickly in the
ring to help her friend back to the corner.
	Stamping back to her corner, Paula was furious at being robbed of a first
round knock out. I looked across at Ingrid, slumped on her stool across the
ring, Hanna was trying her hardest to get her friend ready for the next
round. Wiping a smudge of blood away from Paula's nose I advised her not to
get careless as the blonde was obviously a dangerous puncher, having bloodied
Paula's nose with the only punch she'd landed in the whole round.
	The small crowd shouted their appreciation as Ingrid stood up to face Paula
for the second round. The bell rang and Ingrid tried to keep Paula at long
range by snapping her left jab into her face. Paula walked through the punch
and threw a left hook, sinking her glove deeply into the blondes' right
breast. Ingrid cried out in pain as Paula landed two more punches on the same
spot. The audience was quiet now knowing that the end must be near for the
gutsy German girl. Once more she was backed up against the ropes and Paula
unleashed a ferocious two-fisted attack on her now defenceless opponent.
Ingrid's legs began to fold and Paula stepped back slightly and put her down
for the final time, with a right to the middle of her face. John started
counting and although she was still conscious there was no way she could beat
the count and he reached ten with her still slumped against the bottom rope.
Hanna climbed into the ring to look after her friend and John raised Paula's
arm.
	"The winner by knock out in round two, PAULA!"
	I joined Paula in the ring as she went to check on her fallen foe who was
now back on her feet. As Paula approached, Ingrid flung her arms round her.
	"You were excellent. I have never been knocked out before," she said, "I'm
sorry I did not give you much of a fight, perhaps we can do it again. I'll do
more training."
	Paula smiled happily, "Perhaps."
	The two women left the gym together and I was about to follow when John
picked up his microphone.
	"Ladies and gentlemen, I have been asked to offer a challenge. Is there
anyone here, would like to put the gloves on and go up against Hanna?"
	I looked around the room at his guests to see if there were any takers. None
of his guests came forward. I glanced up at Hanna. John's wife Cathy who had
now returned to the gym with Melissa and Rosie saw me looking.
	"Why don't you fight her?" she asked, "you're about the same size."
	"I can't fight a girl," I replied.
	"Why not?" she chided, "frightened of losing?"
	"No of course not, I ju...."
	"Don't want to get hurt," she finished my sentence for me.
	"That's not what I was going to say. I was....."
	"Chicken, no guts," she said loudly. By now quite a few people were
listening to the rather one sided  conversation. "Nigel would fight you
Hanna, but he's a coward." I went bright red with embarrassment.
	"Look I've got an injured ankle from playing football."
	"Definitely no guts," chipped in Melissa.
	"Absolutely no bottle," added Rosie.
	"You're not going to take that are you?" said one of the male guests.
	"Take what?" asked Paula who had returned to collect her dressing gown.
	"He won't get in the ring with Hanna, says that he's hurt his ankle playing
footie." Answered the guest.
	"But he hasn't played for weeks the season's finished." I glared at my wife,
she just smiled back sweetly.
	"So you are just a gutless wimp then," said Cathy.
	I was cornered with nowhere left to go. Either I fought Hanna which went
right against the grain, it was one thing for two pretty girls to knock each
other senseless, but quite another for an ugly great lump like me to hit a
girl, or I refused and let the whole world call me chicken. No choice, I
decided to fight, after all I didn't have to hurt her, I could spar for with
her and hope that she gave up after a couple of rounds. I left the gym to get
changed with this nagging feeling that somehow the whole thing had been
planned beforehand.
	I returned to the gym with Paula who was going to be my second and climbed
through the ropes into the ring. Hanna was already in the ring waiting. My
earlier assessment of Hanna was way off the mark she wasn't just stunning,
she was probably one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Long blonde
hair framed a flawless face and her deep blue eyes sparkled as she smiled at
me from across the ring. Her perfect 35-24-35 figure would have graced any
catwalk in Paris or Milan. At 5' 11" she was actually two inches taller than
me. I looked at Paula.
	""I can't hit her," I said.
	"Don't be fooled by her looks she's fought men before."
	I looked again at Hanna, "But there's not a mark on her face."
	"That's because she doesn't get hit, she does the hitting." I realised
glumly that any ideas I'd had about just going through the motions had
disappeared. John picked up his microphone.
	"The final bout of the evening six, two minute rounds of mixed boxing,
featuring, in the red corner, weighing 145lbs wearing the blue shorts with
white trim from Hamburg, Hanna. And in the blue corner weighing 152lbs and
wearing the plain black shorts Nigel. The referee for this contest Cathy.
	We circled each other warily at the start of the round. Hanna slipped my
left lead and countered with her right. I was surprised to find that she was
a southpaw. For the early part of the round Hanna was content to just poke
her right jab into my face and dance out of range. She was an elusive target
always moving to my right away from my probing left glove. Although her blows
didn't carry much weight, I knew that I wouldn't be able to take her
continual jabbing at my face without suffering some sort of injury. I tried
to catch her with a wild right swing, she blocked it easily and slammed two
hard lefts into my ribs. Gasping in pain I backed away, not only could she
box but she could punch her weight as well. The bell ended the round and I
was glad to return to my corner.
	"She's taking the piss out of me. If I don't nail her with one big punch,
she's going to take me apart."
	"Don't rush at her, take your time and concentrate on defence she'll tire
and then you can get at her," Paula advised.
	"Nice idea," I though but Hanna's hands were so quick, that I didn't think
it would work.
	The bell rang for round two and I went out again to face my beautiful blonde
tormentress.  Once more Hanna attacked from behind her southpaw jab, double
jab followed by a hook to my body. I concentrated on trying to block her
punches and found myself being pressed back into a corner. Hanna was growing
in confidence with every blow she landed. The ring post halted my retreat,
Hanna sank her left into my stomach, winded I swung a left that smashed into
her breast. The punch landed full on her erect nipple but she didn't seem to
notice, as she hammered a volley of punches into my exposed head. Desperately
I tried to clinch. Hanna moved back and I attempted to slip out of the corner
along the ropes. She hit me with a hard right to the side of my head, my legs
went from under me and I hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. Fortunately
for me I was already of balance before she hit me and I avoided the full
impact of the blow. I stayed down on one knee until Cathy had counted to
seven making the most of the rest. Cathy wiped my gloves and restarted the
fight. I put my gloves up to protect my face, Hanna just hooked left and
rights into my stomach and ribs. The bell came to my rescue and I couldn't
wait to reach the sanctuary of my own corner.
	Paula had her work cut out during this break, I had a swelling under my
right eye and a slight cut on the bridge of my nose. Across the ring my
gorgeous opponent's face was still unmarked and she was not even breathing
hard. I was quite pleased to see Rosie who was acting as her second applying
an ice-pack to her breast. Maybe more shots to the same target would slow her
down a bit. The bell for the third sounded much too soon for me.
	Hanna danced forward flicking out her jab, this time I countered with my own
right. For the first time in the fight I had managed to land a head shot. I
followed up with a hard left catching her on the breast again, and Hanna
dodged away out of range. I had no intention of chasing her round the ring to
be picked off by her jab. She came at me again stinging my face with her jab.
I stood my ground and countered with a shot to her body. Hanna was so
confident in her ability to out box and out punch me that she was prepared to
stand toe to  toe and trade punches to each others bodies. For the first time
in the fight we clinched, I could feel the strength in her as she tried to
push me away. When I let her go, she stepped back with hands low, my right
drove into her momentarily unprotected face. Stunned she stumbled back and
fell onto her backside. Cathy sent me to a neutral corner before starting to
count. Hanna was on her feet at six a slight trickle of blood coming from her
nose. Cathy gave her a full eight count before letting her continue. I knew
she wasn't badly hurt so I didn't rush in to try and finish the fight,
instead I let her come at me. She was furious that she had let herself be
caught. I blocked her jab took a left to the body, but got another right
through to her nose which started to bleed more freely. We were both pleased
to hear the bell for the end of the round.
	The cut on my nose was no worse but Paula had to work hard to reduce the
swelling under my right eye. In the other corner Rosie sponged the blood away
from Hanna's face and applied the ice-pack to her now reddening right breast.
	 It was a more cautious Hanna that who came out for the fourth round. She
knew that I could hurt her so she was content to stay at long range and pick
me off with her jab. The cut on my nose was gradually worsening and Cathy
stopped the action to wipe away the blood and examine it. I was hoping that
she would stop the fight, then I could leave the ring with my pride intact
and claim that had I been able to continue that I would have gone on to win.
	"That's okay," she said , dashing my hopes, "the bloods not getting in your
eyes, I'll let you carry on."
	"Oh how wonderful!" I replied caustically.
	Hanna came at me again trying to make the cut worse. I tried to counter with
an attack to her body but she contemptuously danced away, I was becoming more
and more frustrated. My only success had come when her over confidence had
allowed me to trade punches with her. Hanna was now starting to show off to
the audience dropping her hands to her sides and  slipping my punches. When I
lunged at her at, she whipped a left hook into my ribs, the air was forced
out of my lungs and I dropped to the floor gasping. I stayed down till the
count reached eight. I was still winded when she attacked me to the body
again. Staying on my feet, I managed to grab her and hold her in a clinch.
Before Cathy could disentangle us the bell rang for the end of the round.
	Paula looked at my damaged nose, "You're going to have to knock her out,
this cut won't last another two rounds and one more punch to that eye and it
will close completely."
	"Any other words of encouragement?" I wheezed.
	"Yes, give up," she replied.
	I was still breathing heavily at the start of the fifth, Hanna obviously
thought that she had me beaten, as this time she charged in throwing hooks to
my body. Tucking in my elbows, I concentrated on blocking her punches, as I
felt the ropes against my back, I countered with an uppercut to the head. She
responded with another murderous hook to my head, which knocked me sideways
along the ropes. I threw my arms round her waist to stop myself from going
down and Cathy was forced to split us apart. Hanna's nose was bleeding again,
and like me she was breathing heavily, more from her own effort, than from my
punches. We traded body shots and I caught Hanna with an uppercut to her sore
right tit. This time she clinched, and I could tell that I had hurt her but
was unable to take advantage not having the strength left to push her away.
We broke apart and I flashed my left into her face snapping her head right
back, she countered with her own right and we tangled once more on the ropes.
Like the previous round the bell went before Cathy could break us up. I
flopped onto my stool and Paula massaged my body as I took deep breaths
trying to fill every corner of my lungs. Across the ring Hanna sat with her
arms spread wide, her gloved hands hooked over the middle rope, her chest
heaving as she also struggled to force fresh air into her tortured lungs.
	John called out from ringside," Seconds out, sixth and final round!"
	Cathy called us both to the middle of the ring to touch gloves before the
bell rang. Hanna wasted no time in sending my head back with a stinging jab,
followed by a left to the body. I felt my knees buckle and I staggered
against the ropes, but she wasn't going to let me escape. Another right to
the head and I fell to the canvas at her feet. Cathy had to push her to a
neutral corner before she could start the count giving me a couple of extra
seconds to recover. Somehow I was back on my feet at eight. Hanna came
straight for me, another hook to the body drove the air out of my lungs with
the sound of a deflating balloon. I flung my arms round her but she pushed me
away and I went down on one knee. Hanna quickly went to the neutral corner
this time and Cathy started to count. I was determined to finish the fight on
my feet and again I was ready to face Hanna, by the time Cathy had reached
eight. My gloves felt like lead weights on the ends of my arms,  my legs felt
as though I were wading through treacle, and my head was aching from the
constant attention it had been given by Hanna's right hand. As Hanna stormed
forward I managed to make her miss and I countered striking her full on her
already sore breast. She clutched at her it with her gloved hand and I caught
her a glancing blow to the jaw which knocked her down, sending her gumshield
spinning out of her mouth. As I looked down in disbelief Cathy roughly shoved
towards the neutral corner, leaning back against the post I watched in awe as
Hanna pushed herself back to her feet. She took the full eight count and had
to wait for Cathy to replace her gumshield before she could continue. I
lumbered forward and swung a right at Hanna's head,  she easily avoided it
and slammed her right into my belly. I fell against her and we both tumbled
to the canvas. Cathy was unsure who she should be counting so she started to
count over both of us. She had reached five before Hanna was back on her feet
and by using the ropes I was on my feet by nine. The bell rang, I had
survived, I slumped against the ropes. Cathy wasted no time in raising
Hanna's hand in victory as she must have won every round by a mile on points.
The beautiful blonde baske din the applause from the small crowd, although
they had been robbed of another knock out by the final bell, they' seen me
reduced to little more than a battered and shambling hulk by a technically
superior fighter. As a final gesture I walked over to her and raised her hand
myself in recognition of her overwhelming triumph. Surprisingly I didn't feel
embarrassed at being beaten by a girl. She had proved herself to be at least
as strong as me but much faster and more skilful. I looked at her face,
unmarked apart from a slight reddening of her nose compared to mine which I
knew to be puffy and bruised - another testimony of her overall superiority.