Hammerings in Hamburg  
by NRG
A brutal international topless boxing tournament
Update: 23/09/1997 to nrg


"Any post?" called Paula, as I went to fetch the milk off the doorstep.
"Only the usual, phone bill, gas bill, threats from the bank, Readers Digest
prize draw numbers," I replied as I flicked quickly through the pile of
envelopes. "Ah! There's one addressed to you with a German postmark on it.
Who do you know in Germany?"
"No one. Give it here and I'll open it," said Paula reaching out to take the
letter from me. "Hey! It's from that girl Ingrid whom I fought with at John's
house that time."
"Oh yes and what does she want?" I probed somewhat suspiciously. "If she's
looking for a place to stay on a visit she is out of luck. I'm still
decorating the spare room."
"It's the other way around you plonker, she is inviting me to Germany."
"When, why and am I invited?" I asked, frowning.
"In a couple of months time and it is to take part in an international boxing
tournament that her club in Hamburg is organising and yes you are allowed to
come as my trainer."
"Do you want to go?" I said, looking at the letter from the bank and
wondering how the hell we could finance such a trip.
"Of course I do," she replied, "and if you are worried about the money for
it, I still have the money John gave me for the fights I had at his place.
Anyway, Ingrid says that her club will pay for our accommodation, all we have
to find are our fares."
"In that case I'll leave the arrangements to you."
Paula trained hard in the time between Ingrid's letter arriving and our
departure for Hamburg. She was determined to be in the best possible shape,
as she would not know anything about her opponent until the night of her
fight and she wasn't going to let herself down in front of a German crowd. By
the time we were due to leave she had lost some weight and looked fitter,
stronger and more radiant than she had ever done before.
On our arrival at Hamburg we were met by Ingrid and she drove us to our
hotel.
"The tournament starts tomorrow afternoon, I will meet you here and take you
to the sports hall at twelve o'clock. There are going to be six fights in
three different weight categories, the winners of each bout will be invited
to return in one month  to box for the different championships. I will be
fighting in the middleweight group and Paula will be fighting as a
heavyweight so we won't be drawn against each other. A shame I was looking
forward to a return match. Get some rest and I'll see you tomorrow," she
said, leaving us to unpack and for Paula to get some much needed relaxation
after a long day's travelling.
By the time Ingrid came to collect us, Paula was a bag of nerves and I hoped
that she would relax once she knew something of her opponent. We were shown
to the changing rooms. All the girls that were going to fight were told to
change as they would be parading in the ring for photographs before the
tournament got underway. All the fights would be topless and Paula changed
into the very brief white boxing shorts that she had been given to wear. 
"Might just as well be fighting naked?" she said, as she looked at herself in
the mirror.
"Well I think you look quite sexy," I replied giving her ample bottom a
playful pat.
It wasn't long before we were led into the hall. This would be the first time
Paula would get to see her opponent as the girls had been separated into two
groups, red and blue, and were coming to the ring from different directions.
Paula was in the red group with Ingrid. All twelve girls climbed up into the
ring and were lined up facing their opponents. Paula's opposite number was a
big olive skinned woman with jet black hair, her red shorts stretched tightly
over her wide hips and large bum, she looked as though she outweighed Paula
by at least 20lbs. The girls waved to the large crowd who applauded loudly at
the sight of so much exposed female flesh and then, apart from the first two
lightweights, they all left the ring. As Paula's fight was going to be the
second to last fight of the day, we went back to the dressing room and tried
to relax.
"Let me know when Ingrid is fighting I'd like to see her," Paula said,
stretching out on a bench.
"She's on two fights before you, so just try to relax," I answered, after
consulting the programme that I had been given by one of the organisers.
We had quite a long wait before we heard Ingrid being called to the ring as
both the lightweight fights had lasted a full six rounds. Paula and I left
the dressing room and took up a couple of seats at the ringside that had been
set aside for competitors.
Ingrid was first into the ring, she was just as impressive as we remembered
her, dressed in a pair of black shorts with red trim, of the same abbreviated
design as. She danced in her corner waiting for the fight to begin, her firm
thirty-nine inch breasts bouncing slightly with each movement. Catching sight
of Paula and me at the ringside she waved and smiled, her blue eyes wide with
excitement and anticipation. We looked across at her opponent as she climbed
through the ropes, as tall as Ingrid but not so well endowed, with her long
brown hair tied in two bunches in contrast to Ingrid's close cut blonde hair.
She was wearing a pair of pale blue shorts with a silver stripe down the
side. The MC introduced the two young women. The dark-haired girl was called
Sophia and she came from Hungary. With the preliminaries over with, we sat
back to enjoy the contest.
Sophia attacked from the bell, forcing Ingrid back with some solid shots to
her ample breasts. Ingrid covered up, blocking blows with her gloves and
forearms before stabbing a hard right into Sophia's face. The Hungarian
backed off and Ingrid followed up with a crushing left which drove her nipple
back to her rib cage. Sophia howled in pain and dropped to one knee, pawing
ineffectually with her gloved hand at the source of her agony. The referee
began to count, as Ingrid danced away to a neutral corner. The crowd urged
the downed girl to get up and carry on.
"I don't see this lasting long," I remarked to Paula.
"Not if Ingrid lands another punch like that," she answered, awed by the
power of Ingrid's punch.
Sophia managed to get up by the time the count had reached seven and gamely
agreed to fight on. Holding her gloves low to protect her chest, she stepped
forward. Ingrid snapped her head back with a hard one-two to the face which
immediately drew a stream of blood from her nose and made her half turn away
to escape Ingrid's punches. The referee made no move to stop the fight and
Ingrid put her down again as the bell ended the first round.
Scorning the use of a stool Ingrid leaned over the top rope and her second
gave her a brisk towel down and massaged her breasts which were slightly
reddened by Sophia's initial attack. In the opposite corner Sophia's second
had a tough job getting his stunned beauty ready to face the next bell. Gore
from her nose had splashed down onto her breasts and she winced as he cleaned
the mess off her bruised and already swollen left tit.
The bell rang for the second round and Sophia stood up very flatfooted. She
was caught straight away by Ingrid, the tall blonde picking her shots
carefully. A sharp left to the nose renewed the flow of blood down her face
followed by a series of hooks that landed just above the waistband of the
pale blue shorts. Grunting in pain, she dropped to the canvas for the third
time.
"Why doesn't the ref stop it?" I asked another ring-sider, momentarily
forgetting the language barrier.
"He's not permitted to," he replied, before continuing in faultless English.
"The fight will only stop if one girl gives up, is knocked out or suffers a
severe facial injury. The referee will not stop the fight to save a fighter
from taking punishment."
"Did you know about this?" I asked, turning to Paula alarmed at this piece of
information.
"Of course I did. I didn't tell you because you would only have worried and
tried to talk me out of taking part."
Above us Sophia forced herself back to her feet, and Ingrid moved in again,
sending out a spray of blood and sweat over the people in the front row seats
as she slammed Sophia's head sideways. Trapped against the ropes the brunette
had no escape from the big blonde's fists. Another wicked shot to her left
breast felled her for the final time, sobbing in agony and bleeding heavily
from the nose the brave Hungarian girl signalled that she had taken enough.
Although I doubt, she would have beaten the count this time anyway. The
referee raised Ingrid's hand in victory, with the crowd cheering the local
girl wildly.
As the two women left the ring Paula and I returned to the dressing room.  I
picked up the conversation from where we had left it before the end of the
fight.
"Why didn't Sophia give up sooner it was obvious she was outclassed?"
"Because you don't get paid if you don't win and it is a long way to coke to
return home empty handed. The organisers felt they would get more from the
girls if it were winner take all."
"And how much do you stand to get if you win?"
"One thousand Deutsche marks, fifteen hundred when I knock her out," she
answered smiling, The crowd were cheering madly at the fight going on in the
hall. "I think I'm going to be on sooner than we thought judging by the noise
of that crowd." Her intuition proved to be correct as we were summoned to the
hall in time to see the loser of the previous fight, a beautiful Italian girl
being helped from the ring still only semiconscious. The winner a powerful
looking Dutch woman was parading round the ring.
Once she had left,  I helped Paula through the ropes. At the same time her
opponent was also entering the ring. Now able to get a closer look I realised
just how big the olive skinned amazon was. Only about two inches taller than
Paula, she was much bigger everywhere else. Her chest must have at least been
a 44d with hips to match and she had quite a bit of spare flesh above the
waistband of her scarlet shorts. Hearing my gasp of amazement, Paula
remarked.
"All the more for me to hit."
"Just make sure she don't get you first. She looks like she could hit you
right out of the arena."
"Your confidence in me, my dear husband is most underwhelming," she said
sarcastically as the referee called her to the middle of the ring to give her
his instructions. Returning to their corners to wait for the bell the MC
introduced them both to the crowd. Ayesha her opponent from Turkey got
slightly more applause than Paula, as there was a large group of immigrant
Turkish workers in the hall.
The bell rand and the two women moved out to the centre of the ring. Paula
scored first with a sharp jab to the dark girl's face but was caught high on
the head with Ayesha's right hand counter. Backing away out of reach of the
heavier woman Paula blocked a hard left hook aimed at her breasts. Ayesha
plodded forward and hit Paula again with her right hand, sending her
staggering backwards, the crowd roared as the big Turkish girl followed up
with a two fisted attack to the body. Trapped against the ropes Paula was
forced to cover up, before grabbing the bigger woman in a clinch. The referee
pulled them apart and warned Paula about holding. Aware now of her opponents
surprising speed, Paula retreated around the ring, flicking out her jab and
forcing Ayesha to come after her. Encouraged by her early success and
confident of an easy win Ayesha charged forward throwing bombs. Ducking low
Paula sank her right glove deep into Ayesha's un-tensed belly, drawing a gasp
from the big girl and then threw her left crushing Ayesha's enormous breast.
The momentum of her charge carried both fighters to the ropes and the bell
ended the round with them entwined on the ropes nipple to nipple mouthing
obscenities at each other.
"I warned you to keep out of her reach," I admonished my wife as she sat on
her stool. "I thought she had got you then and what the hell was all the
swearing about?"
"She started it." Paula replied childishly. "She called me something in
Turkish, so I called her something in Anglo-Saxon. She is bloody quick though
took me a bit by surprise. Won't happen again."
In the other corner, an angry looking Ayesha was having an icepack applied to
her bruised breast and was receiving a long lecture in Turkish from her
second. With the minutes rest over, I left the ring and Paula stood up ready
to resume battle.
Up on her toes once more Paula picked up where she had left off, jabbing with
her left and retreating round the ring. Trying to draw Ayesha into rushing
forward and leaving herself open to a counter attack to her breasts and
belly. Ayesha wise to this tactic was content to block and counter with her
own jab. The crowd started to become restless, the fireworks of the first
round much more to their liking than the game of cat and mouse that was
developing in the second. Despite her slight advantage in reach Ayesha was
definitely getting the worst of these long range exchanges. Paula's intensive
training was certainly paying dividends as she snapped her left jab
accurately into the middle of her opponent's face, whilst deftly parrying
Ayesha's counter punches. By the end of the round Ayesha was visibly marked
around her right eye but neither girl had taken as many heavy blows as they
had in the opening two minutes.
Paula was breathing quite heavily when she returned to her corner.
"That's hard work keeping out of reach of her bombs," she panted, as I went
to work on her during the break.
"Just keep jabbing and moving." I advised, "She is tiring quicker than you,
the longer you keep the fight at long range the more frustrated she'll
become. She must already be regretting all that excess baggage she is
carrying around her waist."
The third started off much like the second with Paula content to jab and run.
Ayesha continued to chase on increasingly tired legs was starting to throw
ever more wild punches which Paula found easy to avoid. A right-hand haymaker
whistled over Paula's head as she ducked low and fired a left-right
combination into Ayesha's lower body making her gasp for breath and fling her
arms round Paula to stop her landing any more punches. The confidence she had
shown in the first round when she had taken Paula by surprise was now
beginning to ebb away. Paula had taken her best punches and come back
strongly. As they were pushed apart by the referee, Ayesha threw an uppercut
which landed flush on Paula's nose. She staggered back and Ayesha's follow up
punch went harmlessly by as she sat down with a resounding thud on the
canvas. The referee started to count, his voice swamped by the noise from the
Turkish girls fans. I looked across at Paula, her eyes seemed clear but her
nose was streaming with blood. She pushed herself to her feet by the count of
seven. Rubber legged she tried to avoid Ayesha's attack and stumbled back
down to the canvas from a glancing left hook. Thinking that the fight was
over Ayesha raised her hands above her head and did a little victory dance in
the corner. A look of surprise flashed across her face as Paula regained her
feet once more as the count reached nine. I had hoped Paula would call it a
day but I knew her pride wouldn't let her. Ayesha sauntered forward to finish
Paula off, her gloves held low but she was sent reeling back in pain as Paula
rifled her left jab deep into her right breast. Sinking quickly to one knee
the dark-skinned girl prevented Paula from landing another punch. Half
frustrated at Ayesha's escape to the floor and half pleased to gain some
extra recovery time herself Paula went to a neutral corner. At eight Ayesha
rose to her feet still clutching her glove to her battered breast, but the
bell rang before they could recommence the battle.
"The bitch hit me on the break!"hissed Paula through blood-covered lips.
"I think she has broken your nose." 
Paula nodded as I tried to staunch the flow of blood which was running in
small streams between her heaving breasts. In the opposite corner the icepack
was very much in evidence again, being applied to Ayesha's chest by her
second, who was really laying into her about going to one knee when she had
Paula at her mercy.
Both women were slow leaving their corners for the fourth. Ayesha now holding
her gloves noticeably lower to protect her breasts and flat footed, looked
the more tired of the two. Paula her nose still bleeding heavily and
struggling to breathe was forced to box open mouthed. Shortening the range
Ayesha plodded forward, taking a stiff jab to the head as she hooked her left
into Paula's rib cage, making her gasp and clinch. Pushed back to the ropes,
Paula was made to release the Turkish girl and this time she was ready when
Ayesha threw another uppercut on the break. Blocking it with her forearm
Paula hooked her own left hard to the side of the black-haired girls head and
sent her spinning into the ropes, taking advantage of the poor refereeing she
hooked her right into Ayesha's body and as she turned her back to her, knees
buckling Paula slammed another shot into her kidneys. Ayesha howled in pain
clutching at her kidney area and dropped to the floor. Refusing to count the
referee pushed Paula away and signalled to the judges that he was deducting a
point for a deliberate foul blow and allowed Ayesha plenty of time to
recover. When Ayesha was ready to carry on, Paula went on the offensive. She
was clearly angry at the one-sided refereeing and now more determined than
ever to knock out the bigger girl. Still holding her gloves low, Ayesha was
forced back for the first time in the fight as Paula threw a cluster of left
and rights at her face. A large part of the crowd was now getting behind
Paula as she continued to press home her attack. Backing Ayesha into a corner
she launched a two-fisted attack to the body, the spare flesh around the
Turk's waist quivering with each impact. The whole crowd was on its feet as
Ayesha desperately launched a fierce counter attack, driving my wife back to
the middle of the ring. Scorning defence they stood toe to toe exchange
punches to breasts and belly, both making squealing and grunting noises as
their punches found the target. The bell sounds but neither of them heard it
and they continued to punch each other until the referee jumped in between
them and pushed them apart.
Slumping down onto her stool Paula looked in a sorry state covered in blood
and muck from her nose and her breasts and body badly reddened by Ayesha's
punches. I got to work in silence knowing there was no point in trying to
persuade her to give up. In the other corner Ayesha's second was cleaning
away Paula's blood from his fighter's body and working on a cut that had
appeared under her left eye. As she lay back with her arms, spread wide
across the ropes I could see that she was also badly marked on her body and
breasts. By the end of the minutes interval I had managed to stop Paula's
nose bleeding and an ice pack down the front of her shorts had done wonders
in reviving her.
The crowd were chanting both girl's names as they met in the middle of the
ring at the start of the fifth. Calling on some hidden reserve of strength,
Paula was back up on her toes and sent Ayesha's head back with a jolting
double jab. Paula swayed away from a swinging right and smashed her own into
Ayesha's mouth splitting her top lip. Hurt and stunned she stumbled
backwards, Paula nearly coming down on top of her as she hit the floor with a
bump. Once again the referee was slow with the count giving the girl on the
floor extra time to get up. She didn't rise until the count had reached
seven. The referee asked if she wanted to continue, she nodded blood from her
lip spilling down her chin. Paula stormed forward, flattening her dazed
opponent's breasts with a left-right combo. In serious trouble Ayesha tried
to fight back as she found herself trapped in her own corner. Her second was
screaming at her to get away from the ropes but as she tried to duck away,
Paula hammered her back into the corner with an uppercut to the middle of her
face. With her gloves hanging limply by her side Ayesha was an open target
and Paula mercilessly punished her with shots to the body and breasts before
switching back to her head snapping it from side to side. Stepping away as
Ayesha started to sag at the knees, Paula drove her right hard against her
jaw. Ayesha's eyes seemed to roll up into her head and then she pitched
forward onto the canvas. Paula looked down at her opponent before she went to
the neutral corner. The referee began counting, Ayesha lay face down unmoving
in a spreading pool of her own blood. At five she lifted her head slightly,
glassy eyed she looked across at Paula who stood in the corner with her
gloves raised ready to continue should she get up. At eight she made a feeble
attempt to climb to one knee but slipped exhausted, back to the floor. As he
counted ten the referee walked to Paula and raised her hand in victory whilst
an ecstatic crowd lobbed coins into the ring. 

After Paula had been checked over by a doctor, we returned to our hotel room.
"You were absolutely magnificent tonight." I said, as Paula flopped,
completely exhausted onto the bed. "Are you going to befit enough to fight
again in a month?"
"Don't see why not," she replied yawning loudly, before falling into a deep
and well- earned sleep.
We left for home on the Wednesday after the fight, having made arrangements
for our return. On the flight home I received a long lecture on wife
battering from an old dear who had drawn totally the wrong conclusions after
spotting Paula's brace of black eyes and a still very swollen nose. A
misunderstanding which Paula made no attempt to correct as she was thoroughly
enjoying my discomfort.
The weeks leading up to our return passed  very quickly. Just like our
previous visit we arrived the day before the contest and were scheduled to go
home the following Wednesday.
The day of the finals we were met at our hotel by another old friend of ours,
Hanna the tall and very beautiful blonde who had given me a boxing lesson the
first time we met whilst she had been visiting England. Hanna had been forced
to give up boxing, at least temporarily as she had recently got married and
was heavily pregnant.
"Ingrid asked me to collect you," she said in her heavily accented English.
"She thought you would be surprised to see me."
"We certainly are, we were both bitterly disappointed that you were not
taking part in these championships, but at least we can see why now," I
replied.
"You must go straight to the sports hall so that Paula can be weighed in.
Perhaps we could meet up later for a chat and I can show some of the sights?"
Hanna ushered us down to her car and drove us quickly to the venue.
Last of the combatants to arrive Paula was whisked away to be weighed and
checked over by the event's doctor. The championship fights would be fought
over twelve rounds and if the fight lasted the whole distance three judges at
the ringside would decide the winner, although it was anticipated that their
services would be required. Each winner would receive five thousand Deutsche
marks and a handsome looking trophy.
As before the girls were all changed and paraded in the ring for photographs
before the first bout. Each of the pairs of fighters was also introduced to
the crowd. The two lightweights were Aimee from Paris and Heidi from Munich,
the middleweights were Monic from Rotterdam and Ingrid from Hamburg. An
enormous cheer greeted the announcement of Ingrid's name as she was the only
home town girl in the competition and 99 percent of the crowd must have been
backing her to win. Finally the MC introduced the heavyweights Paula from
London and Eva from Salzburg. I was glad to notice that the crowd seemed to
be split evenly in their support for Paula and her Austrian opponent. Paula
had obviously made a few friends when she knocked out the big Turkish girl
Ayesha, whereas Eva had beaten a local favourite in her bout. Once the
photographers had finished, I walked back to the dressing room with Paula.
"I'll be all right here," she said, " go and watch the other fights, just
fetch me when it is Ingrid's turn again. I'm going to try and relax."
"If you are sure?" I asked.
"Positive."
So I left her in the dressing room and returned to the ringside in time to
see the lightweights given their final instructions by the referee. Aimee was
about five foot two with short curly blonde hair, she was wearing black
shorts of the same abbreviated design as the girls wore for the elimination
fights. Heidi, slightly taller had short dark hair and was wearing green
shorts. Both girls had weighed in at around forty-nine kilos (seven and half
stone or 105lbs) and looked very fit and well muscled. I settled back in my
seat to watch two highly skilled and very pretty young ladies bash the living
daylights out of each other. 
The fight began slowly, both girls boxing very cautiously. Exchanging left
jabs and the occasional right cross but very few punches were being landed
with any great force. In fact most were either parried, blocked or dodged. I
was glad that I wasn't having to score this fight as there was little to
choose between either fighter for the first three rounds. Aimee stepped up
the pace in round four switching her attacks to the body of the taller German
girl and forcing her to back up against the ropes. Ducking away along the
ropes, Heidi landed the best punch of the fight so far, a hard right which
landed flush on Aimee's left cheek and sent her curly blonde head sharply
back. Counter attacking, Heidi drove a stiff left into the bare right breast
of her momentarily stunned opponent. The crowd roared as the French girl
staggered back wards across the ring. Off balance another right to the head
knocked her onto her back, she almost completed a full backward roll as she
came to rest against the bottom rope. Aimee sprang back to her feet straight
away, but Heidi was forced to wait until the referee had completed a
compulsory eight count. Heidi jigged up and down impatiently in the neutral
corner, her breasts bouncing delightfully with her every move. As soon as the
count was over Heidi moved out of the corner to resume her attack. Slipping
under Heidi's jab, Aimee thudded home a hard left hook to the waistband of
the green satin shorts. Winded by the blow, Heidi clinched drawing in big
gulps of air deep into her lungs and held on tight until the referee pulled
them apart. Breathing heavily she went onto the defensive, happy to block and
keep out of range of the French girl's hurtful body punches.
In the minute break, it was Heidi that looked to the most tired despite Aimee
having had a trip to the canvas. Aimee's left cheek was red and swollen but
apart from that she seemed to be okay and was not even breathing hard.
The fifth round started well for Heidi, back up on her toes and coming
forward she had almost immediate success, opening a cut on Aimee's swollen
cheek with a couple of hard left jabs. Beneath the eye and with no danger of
blood running into the eye, the cut would have to be made a lot worse before
the referee would even think about stopping the fight. Under pressure Aimee
retreated. Roared on by the crowd, Heidi pressed forward throwing punches at
the French woman's head. Coming forward of the ropes, Aimee hammered a left
and then a right hook deep into Heidi's belly. Gasping for air Heidi slumped
to her knees. Aimee wiped some blood from her cheek with the back of her
glove and retired to a neutral corner. The crowd had been momentarily
silenced by the sight of their favourite hitting the floor, were now
screaming at her to get up and continue. On her feet at five but still almost
bent double in pain, Heidi looked through tear filled eyes at the curly
haired blonde, who stood ready and waiting, gloves up, eager to continue as
soon as the count reached eight. Still holding the top rope with one gloved
hand Heidi was wide open when Aimee resumed her attack. Switching to the head
she sent Heidi stumbling sideways along the ropes before administering the
coup de grace, a left hook to her unprotected chin. Heidi's gumshield spun
out of her mouth and flew out of the ring as she spun round and collapsed to
the canvas. Despite having knocked her opponent unconscious Aimee went to a
neutral corner to wait for the referee to count Heidi out. Unmoving and face
down on the floor it was clear to everyone in the hall that the fight was
over and Heidi's second leapt into the ring to help his stricken charge. I
was glad to see the doctor climbing into the ring as well to check on the
defeated girl. 
It was nearly two minutes before Heidi had recovered enough to be helped back
to her corner. A now gloveless Aimee went across the ring to check on her
beaten opponent before returning to the middle of the ring to have her arm
raised in victory and receive her championship trophy. Although Aimee had
beaten a German girl, the crowd were generous with their applause, but the
biggest cheer was for Heidi. Refusing help from her second she climbed
unaided from the ring and returned to the changing rooms. There was no doubt
in my mind that these two would be rematched in the not too distant future.
Leaving the ringside, I went to collect Paula from the dressing room. Ingrid
was boxing next. The break between the fights was only about ten minutes and
we didn't have to wait long before the two middleweights had limbed into the
ring.  Ingrid's introduction was met with a deafening roar from the crowd, as
she came from Hamburg the whole crowd were behind her. The tall big breasted
blonde in the black shorts, bounced up and down, waving at the crowd loving
all the attention. Her opponent Monic, wearing a pair of orange shorts,
looked unmoved by the noise from the crowd and stood in her corner going
through a routine of stretching exercises. Shorter than Ingrid and nowhere
near as good looking Monic's well- muscled body rippled with every movement.
They moved into the middle of the ring as soon as the bell sounded for the
first round. Ingrid opened with a jab to the head followed by a hook to the
body. The Dutch girl countered with two good, hard hooks to Ingrid's tits but
had to take another hard right to the body herself. At the pace they had
started, the fight clearly could not last the full twelve rounds. Monic was
quite prepared to trade punches with Ingrid, confident that she could handle
anything the German girl could throw as she felt she had the heavier punch.
Toe to toe they stood in the middle of the ring punches thudded into female
flesh until the bell ended the round and the referee pushed the two women to
their corners.
Both were already clearly showing the marks of each other's punches, their
ribs and breasts looking blotchy and red. Ingrid's second was telling her to
use the ring more, to try and draw some of the sting from Monic's punches. In
the opposite corner a similar one-way conversation was going on between Monic
and her second.
The second round started briskly, Ingrid jabbing at Monic's face and then
dancing out of range of the bombs aimed at her own breasts and belly. Using
the entire ring she began to dominate the Dutch bodybuilder and Monic's face
was beginning to look badly marked. A roar from the crowd greeted every punch
Ingrid threw. As the round neared its end Monic finally caught Ingrid with a
powerful right, which flattened her left tit, followed by a left into the rib
cage which served to remind how dangerous the Dutch girl still was. Visibly
shaken by the punches, Ingrid retreated around the ring content to take a
breather and stay out of range till the end of the round.
Monic's second went to work on quickly trying to reduce the large swelling
that had appeared around her right eye, as she sat impassively across the
ring at her opponent. In her corner Ingrid sat breathing deeply, her second
sponging down her breasts and applying an ice pack to try and reduce some of
the bruising. On my personal scorecard I had Ingrid well ahead on points
after the first two rounds although Monic was clearly the more aggressive
fighter and if by some miracle the fight should last twelve rounds this might
influence the judges.
Monic storming forward at the bell for the third, hoped to take Ingrid by
surprise. She was brought up short by two solid head punches which seemed to
stiffen her legs and a further left to the body dropped her to her knees. The
whole crowd was on its feet cheering as the referee began his count. Looking
shocked, the Dutch bodybuilder was back on her feet by six and despite her
nod, showing her willingness to carry on, she still looked decidedly wobbly
at eight. Urged on by the crowd Ingrid attacked the stunned Dutch girl and
drove her into a corner. Monic tried to cover up but her feeble defence was
wept aside as Ingrid drove home left and rights to her head and body before
stepping back to let her slide down the corner padding to form an untidy heap
on the floor. Although not knocked cold Monic made no effort to rise but sat
in the corner, her right leg tucked under her orange clad bottom and her left
arm stretched out along the top of the bottom rope. She stared blankly up at
the referee as he counted her out. As soon as he reached ten the referee
crossed the ring and raised Ingrid's hand in victory. The crowd went wild,
throwing money into the ring as Ingrid paraded her championship trophy, going
to each side of the ring in turn and showing it off to her ecstatic fans.
There was a slightly longer break before Paula's fight which gave us enough
time to return to the dressing room to make final preparations for the match
with Eva. Making our way back into the arena, Paula jigged nervously from one
foot to the other.
"Worried?" I asked.
"Not really more excited," she replied as we reached the ring.
As we climbed into the ring we could see that Eva was already there, disrobed
and gloved up. She was obviously very keen to get on with the fight as danced
around and shadow boxed in her corner. I slipped Paula's robe from her
shoulders, revealing her 40-26-39 inch figure, clad once again in  a pair of
white satin shorts. I massage her shoulders as the referee checked her hand
bindings before handing us her gloves. Eva, taller and slightly older than
Paula at thirty-seven had a very impressive 37-2738 figure which wobbled and
bounced in all the right places as she warmed up. Her long blonde hair framed
a strikingly good looking face, high cheek bones and a long straight nose
giving her an aristocratic air. Having been introduced to the crowd by the
MC, Paula and Eva returned to their corners to await the opening bell.
Placing her gumshield in her mouth I kissed my wife on the cheek and wished
her good luck as I stepped out of the ring.
Eva scored first with a stiff left jab that went straight through Paula's
guard and jolted her head back. Slipping the follow up right she landed her
own left with a satisfying splat, flush on Eva's right nipple. Stung by the
punch, the Austrian danced away. Paula went after her and was caught in the
face again by a left jab as her punch fell short of the target. Ducking low,
Paula slipped another left from the taller woman and landed two solid hooks
to her ribs. Grunting. Eva was forced to clinch but failing to trap Paula's
arms was unable to avoid taking a couple more shots into the ribs and belly
before the referee split them apart. Blowing a bit already Eva finished the
round back pedalling away from Paula but still scoring with her accurate
jabs.
I had very little work to do on Paula during the break, although her face was
already slightly reddened from the attention of Eva's left glove.
"Try and make her come forward," I told her as I wiped the sweat from her
face. "And move your head more she's picking you off too easily with her
jab."
"I know she's picking me off, don't you think I am trying to dodge?" she
replied a tad angrily. In the other corner Eva was breathing heavily a
testimony to the power in Paula's body punches.
Paula attacked first, as the bell signalled the start of round two, thumping
home a brace of left hooks to the body of the blonde. In a clinch again Eva
managed to push Paula back to the ropes, where she landed a couple of cuffing
rights to the side of the head, whilst Paula tried to pummel her about the
ribs. The referee untangled them and warned them both about holding. Eva
resumed hostilities with a quick one two to Paula's face, making her back
away and cover up.  Unable to get through to Paula's head she switched her
attack to the body landing at least three good hooks to the ribs before being
driven back herself by an uppercut to her chest. The Austrian seemed to be
getting into her stride now and drew blood from Paula's nose with a cracking
right cross, just before the bell ended the round.
This time in the interval I had quite a lot to do. Paula's nose, which had
been broken in her fight with Ayesha was clearly broken again and I had
trouble stemming the flow of blood. Her left eye was also beginning to look
very puffy and swollen. Across the ring a very confident looking Eva sat
unmarked apart from a slight redness around her ribs.
The third round started with Eva trying to trap Paula on the ropes. This
suited Paula and she landed some heavy shots to the blondes body before they
fell into another clinch. Breast crushed against breast as they struggled on
the ropes until the referee parted them. Breathing heavily from her efforts,
Eva appeared to be boxing more flatfooted as the end of the third approached.
Sensing this Paula slipped under Eva's jab and banged in a right hook,
flattening Eva's left breast and knocking her into the ropes. The Austrian's
guard dropped and Paula scored her first decent head punch of the fight
sending Eva staggering along the ropes. Thinking that Paula was about to
finish the fight the crowd were out of their seats cheering, only to be
disappointed by the sound of the bell halting Paula's attack.
A much happier Paula returned to the corner, confident she could now beat the
tall blonde. Eva's second was much busier this time, trying to freshen up his
fighter and having to deal with a slight cut on her cheek caused by Paula's
last punch of the round. Paula was on her feet well before the bell eager to
get on with the fight, whereas Eva was very slow to get off her stool.
Caught in her own corner Eva covered up and tried to block Paula's punches
which seemed to be coming in from every angle. Paula missing with a vicious
right was suddenly thrown backwards as Eva hit with a right to the chin and
Paula was unable to avoid the following left which sent her crashing onto her
back. I looked on in total dismay as Paula rolled onto her belly and pushed
herself onto one knee. One moment she had seemed to be in complete control
and the next she was sprawled on the floor. My wife looked shocked and
bewildered as she regained her feet at eight. In terrible trouble a glancing
left from Eva tumbled her to the canvas once again. This time she was back on
one knee straight away but she took full advantage of the eight count before
rising to carry on. Eva, over anxious to finish the fight, missed with a
right uppercut and Paula managed to grab and hold on, gaining vital time to
regain her scrambled wits. The referee forced them apart but Paula slipping
another left from Eva clinched again and hung on until the bell ended the
round.
Paula surprisingly recovered quickly during the break, her stamina training
paying dividends, and was happy to continue the fight. Her left eye was now
almost completely closed and I concentrated my efforts on reducing the
swelling.
"Don't look so worried," shew said, winking with her good eye as she stood
up.
"One of us has to," answered glumly, half of me wishing she'd throw in the
towel and the other half proud to be married to such a courageous woman.
Despite her success of the previous round Eva was still slow getting off her
stool. Paula's body shots were clearly taking their toll on her stamina.
Up on her toes but still looking a bit wobbly to me, Paula advanced on Eva.
Dodging inside Eva's left she planted her own flush on the Austrian's right
tit. Hurt and very wary of Paula's punching power, Eva got on her bike once
more and moved out of range. This suited, Paula, who still feeling the
effects of being knocked down in the fourth, was happy to make only a token
effort at giving chase. The large German crowd, which had got used to non
stop action, was screaming at the girls to get stuck in again. Typical I
though it is easy when you're not the one taking the punches. Towards the end
of the round Paula launched another attack on Eva's body driving her across
the ring, but was unable to put the blonde down. Right on the bell Paula was
caught herself by a flurry of head punches which closed her left eye
completely and renewed the flow of blood from her broken nose.
Paula slumped onto her stool, her face looked a gory mess covered in blood
from her nose and with her left eye looking so swollen it would burst.
"I think it is time to chuck it in love. You look like Charles Laughton's
Quasimodo," I told her as I attempted to clean her up.
"No chance!" she said between deep breaths. "She is going to have to knock me
out!"
"Don't be stupid you could get badly hurt."
"Don't be so bloody dramatic, I know what I'm doing."
I wasn't so sure, I thought Paula was just too stubborn to admit defeat. I
wondered if a similar conversation was going on across the ring, where Eva
sat breathing heavily her eyes staring fixedly across at Paula as her second
freshened her up. Shaking my head as Paula stood up for the sixth round, I
replaced her gumshield and reluctantly left her in the ring. 
Paula banged her gloves together and stalked purposefully towards her
opponent. My defeatist comments seemed to have, from my point of view, had
totally the wrong effect on my wife and she was more determined than ever to
see the fight through to the end. Eva feinted a left at Paula's head and then
snapped a right into her already closed left eye. Paula threw a counter that
missed by a country mile and Eva slammed another left-right combination into
my wife's wide open face. Rocked onto her heels by the force of Eva's punches
she was powerless to defend herself from another crushing right landed on the
side of her jaw. Her gumshield tumbled from her open mouth and hit the canvas
a fraction of a second before Paula's satin-clad backside. Eva her hands
raised above her head in victory sauntered to the neutral corner confident
that Paula would be unable or unwilling to beat the count. I screamed across
the ring, telling her to stay down, but as the count reached five I could see
her puling herself upright. The crowd cheered loudly and I groaned almost as
loud as she made it back to her feet by seven. The referee asked if she
wanted to go on. Glassy eyed she nodded and he shoved her gumshield back in
place and stepped aside. A surprised Eva moved in for the kill. Blocking a
wild swing from Paula she drove two hooks into her chest before slamming
another right into her totally defenceless face. Blood spattered everywhere
as the leather of Eva's glove tore open the thin tissue above Paula's closed
left eye. Paula staggered forward and received a final left to the side of
her head to send her crashing to the floor. Once more Eva performed a little
victory dance as she walked away from Paula.
"STAY DOWN!" I shrieked across the ring, knowing I couldn't be heard above
the noise from the crowd as Paula tried to rise again. The count reached six
and somehow Paula managed to push herself onto one knee but thankfully could
get no further before the referee counted ten. Not waiting to be invited I
dived through the ropes to help Paula who had now regained her feet. Eva
whose arm had already been raised in victory came across to make sure Paula
was going to be all right. Then to the delight of the crowd led her to the
middle of the ring raised her hand as well to milk the applause from the
crowd.