Fight night two By NRG A series of female fights both wrestling and boxing. John was so pleased with the success of his "fight night", he decided to do it again but on a larger scale. He planned to put on a show of both boxing and wrestling, this time however he would use the larger gymnasium at his factory as this would allow more spectators. The night of the show came, Paula and I went along with our friends Peter and Joanna. Both Joanna and Paula would be fighting tonight but we wouldn't know who their opponents were until we arrived. When we got to the venue John showed the girls to the changing rooms, although it would be some time before they fought, he wanted all the women taking part changed and ready to go. There were going to be four boxing matches and three wrestling matches, involving a few girls that we had met previously and a couple of new faces. Paula would be fighting Rosie, whom we had seen knock out John's daughter Melissa on our previous visit, winning what John called the "J.C. Sports Championship" (J.C. Sport being the name of his company). Joanna was to fight one of the newcomers, a rather buxom blonde, twenty-five years old called Susan. John had asked me if I would like to referee the matches and after what must have been all of a milli-second of consideration, I agreed. John and I climbed into the ring and he introduced the first pair of fighters, who were both new faces. "Tonight's first contest will be a boxing match of six two-minute rounds between, in the blue corner weighing in at 120lbs Pam." As John waited for the audience to go quiet before continuing, "And in the red corner weighing in at 115lb Ann-Marie." Pam was an extremely fit looking black girl 5-4 with a 34-24-34 figure, her hair was cut very short at the sides but left longer on top and showed off her pretty face very well. She was wearing black boxing shorts with silver trim. Redheaded Ann-Marie looked equally fit despite being eight years older than Pam at thirty-two. She was 5-5 with a firm 36-24-35 figure, she was wearing a pair of figure hugging lycra cycling shorts in black with a red stripe down each leg. Both were going to box bare chested. I called the two women to the ring centre and gave them my final instructions, then sent them back to their corners to wait for the opening bell. From the bell they circled each other cautiously, both flicking out their left gloves, each trying to pierce the others guard. Ann- Marie got through with a stiff left to the middle of the black girl's face but had to take two short hooks to her breasts in reply. She backed away and Pam stung her with a hard right to the nose. The red head's head jerked back and the black girl landed another left hook to hr breast. Surprised by the ferocity of Pam's attack, Ann-Marie tried to cover up as she was backed into the ropes. Pam switched targets to attack her opponent's body. Ann-Marie gasped as Pam's right glove drove deep into her belly and she involuntarily dropped her hands to protect her stomach. Accepting the invitation Pam slammed a left-hook into the side of Ann-Marie's unprotected head. The crowd went silent as the red head seemed to stiffen and then crash forward to the floor. I started to count and reached five before I signalled that Ann-Marie was out cold and wouldn't have been able to rise if the count went to a hundred. Pam danced round the ring overjoyed at securing her first win, before she went to check on her opponent who had recovered enough to be helped to her stool. John climbed into the ring to announce the official result. "After one minute and forty seconds of the first round the winner by knockout, in the blue corner, PAMELA!" The crowd applauded still slightly stunned by the speed of Pam's victory and they gave a loud cheer when Ann-Marie left the ring under her own steam. John stayed in the ring to announce the next fight, which would be between Joanna who had given my wife Paula such a hard fight the first time they put the gloves on and Susan. Joanna 5-9 with a 39-27-40 figure looked absolutely stunning in gold shorts with black trim. Susan, the same weight as Jo at 145lb was four inches shorter with a 42-26-38 figure. She was wearing a pair of sky blue shorts trimmed with white. In contrast to Joanna whose long brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail, her shoulder length blonde hair was left loose framing her round but pretty face. The first round was very quiet and I had little to do. Jo was content to keep Sue at long range with her left jab and Sue trying hard to get inside her longer reach to score with shots to the body. Round two started more briskly with Susan ducking under Jo's jab and landing a good, hard right to the ribs. Jo grunted and slipped out of range. Pleased with her success, Sue waded forward only to have her head jolted back by a fast left-right combination from Joanna. Sue shook her head and pressed forward again but Jo danced away flicking her left jab into the blonde's face catching her full on the nose, she blinked hard and wiped her now bloodied nose with the back of her glove. Jo now came forward, throwing a hard right at Sue's head, Sue ducked underneath it drove her own right into Jo's stomach forcing the air out of her lungs and dropping her to her knees. I had to push Sue to the neutral corner before I could start the count. Joanna stayed down until I reached eight before standing and nodding her willingness to continue. Sue charged in confident of that she could finish off her winded opponent but Jo danced out of range. The bell ended the round with Joanna content to just stay out of Susan's reach. During the minute break, Peter who was acting as Joanna's second really laid into her. "You mustn't get careless, she may be slow but she punches with all her weight, keep her at arms length and use your jab more." The third round began just like the first Joanna jabbing and moving away and Susan plodding forward. About thirty seconds into the round Jo caught Sue with a hard right to the nose, which promptly started bleeding more heavily. For the first time in the fight Susan took a backward step, Jo followed her landing a left to the face and then a right to her left boob. Sue dropped her guard to protect her chest and Jo hit her with two fast lefts to the face sending a fresh splash of blood from her nose, dribbling down onto her chest. The crowd sensing the match might be drawing to a climax started to cheer Jo on. Wounded, the blonde backed against the ropes but Jo was after her, firing in a combination of left and rights to the head. Desperately, Sue threw a roundhouse right but Jo slipped it easily and drove her gloved fists into the blonde's tits once more followed quickly by another left-right combination to Sue's unprotected face. I jumped in realising that sue was finished and I pushed Jo away signalling to John that I was stopping the fight. As I guided the sobbing and bloodied blonde back to her corner, she protested that I had stopped the fight too soon. Her husband climbed up into the ring. "You did the right thing there ref, if you hadn't stopped it I would have thrown in the towel," he said as he draped a robe over his the shoulders of his battered wife. I called the two women to the middle of the ring, Joanna's unmarked face contrasting starkly with the puffy and still bloodied visage of her opponent. John now announced the result. "The referee has stopped the contest in the third round to save Susan from unnecessary punishment, the winner by TKO JOANNA!" There was a short break before the next bout and I went to check on Paula, to see how she was feeling. Paula gave me a nervous smile as I entered the changing room. "Everything all right?" I asked her. "Will be once I'm in the ring." I gave her a reassuring hug. "Ugh! You're all sweaty." "Of course I bloody well am. I have to warm up properly before I fight," she replied with just a trace of annoyance. "Anyway when am I on?" "You are on last so that I can be in your corner, Peter has agreed to ref your bout." John stuck his head round the door just as I was about to give Paula another kiss and a cuddle. "Come along Nigel," he said, "you haven't time for any of that, you've got another fight to ref." We made our way back to the ring and John picked up his microphone to introduce the next two fighters, who were both already in the ring. "Ladies and gentlemen the third bout of the evening will be, six two-minute rounds of boxing between, in the blue corner, weighing in at 150lb and wearing the blue shorts with white trim Stacey." Stacey was twenty years old, 5-8 with a 38-28-38 figure. Her brown hair was cut fairly short. "And in the red corner, wearing the white shorts with black trim and weighing in at 160lb, Melissa." John's daughter had trimmed down a bit since we had last seen her fight, but was still 10lb heavier than her opponent, she was the same height as Stacey with an awesome 42-28-40 figure. I spoke to the girls and then sent them to their corners to await the first bell. Melissa was once again seconded by her mother Cathy, and Stacey was being looked after by Margaret who had boxed at our housewarming party. At the bell Stacey sprang forward throwing a huge right at Melissa's magnificent chest. Mel blocked the punch and countered with a stiff left to the head, whipping the older girl's head back. Melissa followed up with an uppercut to Stacey's smaller but just as impressive right breast, Stacey squealed in pain and grabbed Mel around the body trapping her arms and preventing her continuing her attack. I forced the two girls apart and gave Stacey a warning about holding. Melissa attacked again but this time Stacey blocked and countered with a left- right to the head, Mel rocked backwards and Stacey went after her landing another right to her face. Now it was Mel who was forced to hold, as she pulled the blue clad girl into a clinch. I prised them apart, this time warning Mel about holding. As I spoke to her, I noticed that she had a slight cut over her left eye, it was in a bad place and if it got much worse I would be forced to stop the fight. Stacey now had a new target to aim at and threw another big roundhouse right at Mel's head. Ducking under the punch the red head drove her own right into Stacey's left tit making her back away quickly and the bell rang before Melissa could press home her attack. Cathy went to work straight away on her daughter's cut eyebrow, whilst in the other corner Margaret was applying icepacks to Stacey's already bruised boobs. They were both more cautious at the beginning of round two, Mel trying to protect her damaged eye and Stacey concentrating all her effort on making it worse, without getting caught by the heavier girl's body shots. A glancing left started the blood flowing again from Mel's cut. Feeling the blood running down the side of her face, Mel drove her right into Stacey's left tit yet again and followed it up with a left- hook to the head. Stacey's gumshield spun out of her mouth and flew across the ring as she was flung backwards by the force of the blow and there was resounding thud as her ample backside hit the canvas. Mel went straight to a neutral corner and I started the count. The crowd were urging Stacey to get back on her feet and as I reached five I could hear Margaret screaming at her fighter to get up. Using the ropes to pull herself upright, Stacey was on her feet by the count of nine. I looked into her eyes which seemed clear enough and signalled the two girls to continue. Melissa moved in quickly determined not to be denied her first ever victory and slammed a hard left into Stacey's belly driving the air out of the already wobbly girl's lungs. She slumped back to the canvas clutching her stomach and once more I started to count over her. I reached five, as the crowd and her corner tried to will her back onto her feet, she rose to one knee at eight but that was as far she got before she heard me say the fateful words. "Nine.... Ten.... You're out!" The wrestling matches were to take place next. They would be two singles bouts of fifteen minutes duration or the best of three falls, pins or submissions, followed by a thirty minute tag match. First up were two very pretty nineteen-year-old, Samantha and Nikki who both worked for John's company. Samantha was the taller of the two at 5-4 and she was also 5lb heavier at 114lb, she came into the ring wearing a black wet-look one piece swimsuit with her long black hair tied in a ponytail. Nikki was wearing a very scanty white bikini and her long brown hair had been left hanging loose to her shoulders. John introduced them both and as soon as he was out of the ring the bell sounded and started the contest. They circled each other like a couple of cats each waiting for the other to make the first strike. Locking fingers, their hands came together in a trial of strength. Samantha squealed as Nikki yanked her arm up her back in a painful armlock. Nikki tried to force Samantha down to the canvas but as she did so, she relaxed her grip slightly and Sam seized her chance to escape. They circled once more, this time Nikki went for Sam's legs and sent her crashing backwards to the mat and followed her down. The two girls struggled on the floor, first one then the other seeming to gain a slight advantage before Samantha managed to wrap her legs round Nikki's waist. Nikki tried to escape but was forced to submit by the crushing pressure of Sam's thighs. One nil to Sam. after four minutes of wrestling. The two teenagers went to their corners both glistening with perspiration, Nikki's bikini was becoming transparent in places much to the delight of the males in the audience. As soon as the bell rang Nikki attacked, leaping into the air and slamming into Sam's chest with a two-footed flying drop kick. Samantha was flung backwards to the ropes, on her feet in a flash Nikki grabbed Samantha around the neck and threw her across the ring, where she bounced off the ropes and fell to the canvas. Sam tried to rise and Nikki caught her again with another flying kick. Nikki waited for Samantha to rise again and as her knees cleared the canvas, Nikki pulled her feet from under her. Landing with a crash on her back she couldn't stop the lighter girl from bending her double and securing the equalising fall with a folding body press. She looked very flushed and more than a little distressed by the sudden battering she had received from Nikki. Nikki was after Sam as soon as the bell sounded hurling her into a corner post. Sam staggered to her feet and Nikki whipped her into the opposite post. Falling onto her back, Sam was unable to stop Nikki dropping her knee across her chest, making her cry out in pain. Now sitting astride Sam's chest, she pushed her arms out above her head whilst pinning her shoulders to the mat with her knees. I counted to three and then signalled to John that it was the winning fall and he promptly climbed into the ring to announce the result. "The winner by two pin falls to one submission Nikki." John's wife Cathy was due to wrestle next, she was up against a very tough looking twenty-eight year old with short cropped blonde hair, called Sally. Black-haired Cathy was first into the ring, her muscular body as usual clad in a white one piece swimsuit. Sally had opted to wear a red bikini. Both women weighed in at 133lb. As soon as the bell rang, the experienced Cathy went on the attack and soon had the blonde in a full nelson, but Sally managed to break the hold and she threw Cathy hard against the ropes. Cathy rebounded and the blonde trapped her in a head lock and then rammed her, head first into the corner post. Pleased with her early success, Sally smashed Cathy's head into the post twice more, before she tossed her to the mat. I began to count over the dazed woman and Sally paraded round the ring waving and gesturing to the crowd. The crowd were really getting into the spirit of things now and cheered loudly. Cathy beat the count and immediately attacked the cocky blonde from behind, knocking her to the floor with a double handed blow to the back of the neck. Taking her by the arm Cathy pulled the blonde to her feet and then slammed her head first into the post. Now it was Cathy's turn to pose for the crowd whilst Sally struggled to rise. As Sally started to rise, Cathy pounced on her heaving her off the floor and then slamming her to the mat and following up with a cross press. One nil to Cathy. Sally went back to her corner, she was furious that Cathy had turned the tables on her so easily. Her husband worked on freshening her up for the next fall and john did the same for Cathy. The second period began very cautiously. Sally took Cathy to the canvas with a side head lock but was forced to break the hold when Cathy reached out and touched the bottom rope. As they stood up, Sally brought her knee up hard into Cathy's chest, as she fell backwards against the ropes, Sally hit her again with her forearm flattening Cathy's tits. She then tossed Cathy to the floor and before I could stop her, Sally pulled Cathy to her feet by her hair. Releasing Cathy's hair she took her by the arm and swung her into the ropes. Unable to stop herself Cathy flew right through the ropes and crashed head first into the floor outside the ring. I started to count over her but John threw in the towel as he realised that his wife was knocked out cold. It was left to me to announce the result. "The winner by count out Sally!" I raised Sally's hand. Because Cathy had been knocked out, it was decided to postpone the tag team wrestling, so after a short interval the last two boxers made their way to the ring. Rosie was first into the ring accompanied by her second Margaret. Twenty-two-year-old Rosie slipped out of her gown to reveal her 40-27-38 figure, her breasts jiggling as she shadow boxed in her corner, waiting for her thirty-three-year-old opponent. Paula finally climbed into the ring and quickly disrobed, her 40-27-40 figure just as impressive as her opponent's. John picked up his microphone and introduced the fighters. "Ladies and gentlemen, the final bout of the evening will be eight, two minute rounds for the J.C. Sport championship belt. Introducing in the blue corner, weighing in at 154lb, wearing red shorts with white trim and a record of four fights three wins all by knockout and one defeat, from London, Paula! And in the red corner weighing in at 156lb wearing the pale green shorts with gold trim with a record of seven fights seven wins, five by way of knockout Rosie!" there was a loud cheer from one section of the crowd, Rosie was obviously their favourite. Peter called them to the middle of the ring. "Okay you know the rules touch gloves and may the best girl win." As they touched gloves, Rosie glared at Paula who just smiled back nervously. Paula came back to me in the corner. "Remember she's quite quick and we know she can punch, so be careful," I advised her as we waited for the bell. "Any other words of encouragement," she replied. "Yes, just do it to her before she does it to you," I answered as I fitted her mouthpiece. "Seconds out!" called the timekeeper. I gave Paula a quick hug and slipped out of the ring. "Round One." On the bell Paula moved forward flicking out her left jab, Rosie parried it away and countered with a right-left combination to Paula's head. Paula tired to get through to the younger girl's body but she danced out of range. Rosie's supporters were becoming more vocal and cheered loudly when she jolted Paula's head with another stiff left. Ducking low under Rosie's follow up right, Paula had her first success of the round landing two sharp hooks into Rosie's stomach. Again Rosie danced out of range. Paula launched another attack at Rosie's body scoring with left which sank into the belt line of the younger girl. She gasped and grabbed hold of Paula. "Break!" said Peter. They disentangled themselves and Rosie stabbed her left into Paula's face. Trying to get inside again Paula was caught by a hard right uppercut, she was hurt and Rosie drove her into a corner. Paula covered up in the corner swaying left and right, as Rosie threw hard shots at her head and body. The crowd were nearly all cheering Rosie as she pummelled Paula in the corner, and there were murmurs of disappointment when the bell rang to end the round. As she went to her corner Rosie held her hands above her head milking the applause from her supporters. In contrast, Paula slumped onto her stool. I looked into her eyes to see if she was all right and she winked at me. "You were right," she said, "she does pack a wallop." I wiped her face as there was a trace of blood from her nose, apart from this and a slight swelling on her right cheek, she was surprisingly unmarked. Her shoulders and forearms however were reddened showing how well she had blocked Rosie's frantic attack. "She was far too eager, she thought she had me." "I thought she'd got you," I replied, "be careful!" She stood up as the timekeeper called. "Seconds out!" I replaced her mouthpiece, "Round two!" Rosie was keen to continue where she had left off and leapt across the ring at Paula throwing a barrage of hooks at her head and body. Ducking low and retreating, Paula blocked Rosie's punches with her gloves and arms before forcing her into a clinch. "Break!" called Peter, "Don't duck so low," he warned Paula, "Box on!" Rosie advanced again, Paula slipped a swinging right and drove her left into the side of Rosie's right breast flattening it against her left one. She half turned in pain and backed away. Paula went over to the offensive smashing her right into the middle of Rosie's face. A small cheer went up from the few supporters Paula had amongst the crowd, but their noise was drowned out as Rosie scored with a wild right which definitely wobbled Paula. Once more, my girl had to block and cover up as her opponent threw everything at her, trying to finish the fight quickly. Peter was forced to split them up as they became entangled on the ropes and warned Paula once again about ducking to low and holding. Rosie resumed her attack, but Paula had recovered well from the effects of her right hand and jolted her head with a left jab. It was Rosie's turn to clinch this time and the bell ended the round with the two women wrestling on the ropes. Both fighters were keen to get back to their corners, Rosie, breathing heavily from her efforts sat with her arms spread wide along the middle rope. Beads of sweat tinted with red from Paula's bloodied nose, running down between her breasts as she breathed in deeply. Paula, her nose bleeding quite heavily lay back against the corner post whilst I tried to stem the crimson tide flowing from her nose. "Always my sodding nose!" she hissed angrily. "I don't think it's broken," I tried to reassure her, "concentrate on her body she is running out of steam already." "So am I," came the weary reply. By the time the bell rang for the third round I had managed to stop her nose bleed and she was ready to continue. Rosie was obviously tired from her efforts in the opening two rounds changed tactics at the beginning of the third, happy to flick out her jab and then dance out of range of Paula's counter punches. Paula had no intention of chasing her younger opponent around the ring was quite happy to take an extra breather and wait for Rosie to give up and come after her again. Frustrated by her inability to draw Paula out of her defensive shell, Rosie darted forward throwing two fast lefts at Paula's head followed by a swinging right. Blocking the lefts with her gloves and ducking under the right, Paula hammered her own right deep into Rosie's belly forcing her to try and grab and hold on. Paula shrugged her off and hit her with a left to the side of her head. Now it was Rosie's turn to be backed against the ropes and cover up. A right to the waistband of Rosie's shorts drove the air out of her lungs. Rosie's fans went silent as Paula stepped back and their favourite dropped onto her knees. "ONE.... TWO..... THREE...." Rosie looked up at Peter, one glove clutched to her belly the other reaching out for the ropes. "FOUR.... FIVE.... SIX....." She pulled herself to her feet. "SEVEN.... EIGHT," Peter finished the count before wiping Rosie's gloves on his shirt, "Box on!" he waved Paula forward. She tried to land another right to Rosie's tortured belly, but got tagged herself by a desperate hook to the head, which allowed Rosie to escape along the ropes, just as the bell ended the round. Margaret moved quickly to get her fighter to her stool where she could work on getting her ready for the next round. Still breathing heavily and holding her gloved hand to her stomach, Rosie looked to be in considerable distress. I also worked quickly on Paula, applying an ice pack to her swollen nose and cheek. "Keep after her now," I told her, "she's going to try and stay out of range, force her back and don't let her catch her breath." Paula nodded and breathed in deeply, trying to compose herself ready for the bell. Margaret had worked wonders on Rosie and she was on her feet ready to continue well be before the bell rang for round four. Across the ring quickly Paula tried to cut off Rosie's retreat round the ring. Rosie jabbed out her left immediately renewing the flow of blood from Paula's nose. Paula shrugged and countered with straight right to the head and a left hook which sank deep into Rosie's right breast. Hurt, she held on to Paula and the referee had to split them up. Advancing again Paula took two more head shots before landing another crunching blow to Rosie's battered breast. As she half turned in pain, Paula hit her with a left hook to the side of her jaw. Swaying like a drunk she fell against the ropes and she avoided a right hand aimed at the centre of her face only to be sent crashing to the canvas by another left hook to the jaw. Peter pushed Paula to the neutral corner as Rosie's fans urged her to get up. "ONE.... TWO.... THREE.... FOUR...." Rosie rolled onto her belly, her gumshield falling out of her mouth as she did so. In the neutral corner Paula leaned back against the post surveying her handiwork as blood from her nose ran down her chin to splash onto her heaving bosom. "FIVE... SIX..... SEVEN....." Miraculously Rosie had managed to rise to one knee and she started to stand. "EIGHT.... NINE...." Her legs buckled under her and she thumped back down onto her bottom. "TEN, YOU'RE OUT!" counted Peter. Paula jumped up in the air and I dived into the ring to congratulate her. Margaret was also quickly into the ring to look after Rosie who was now back on her feet but still very groggy. Taking up his microphone for the last time that evening, John announced the official result. "Ladies and gentlemen the winner by a knockout in the fourth round and new J.C. Sports champion, PAULA!"