Nigel conned again
By NRG
More f/f boxing and one f/m bout 
 
	It had been some weeks since Paula had beaten Rosie to 
win her championship belt. Tonight she would be defending it 
for the first time, at a small private party being held by our 
good friend John. She knew nothing about her opponent and was 
understandably very nervous. We arrived at John's house and 
went straight to his private gym, where there was already a 
group of John's friends and business acquaintances, many of 
whom we recognised from our previous visits. They were all 
enjoying the hospitality of our host who never left anything to 
chance in the food and drink department. He ushered us in and 
introduced us to a couple we had not met before.
	"Nigel and Paula, this is Cliff who runs the American end 
of the business and his wife Jan. She is going to be Paula's 
opponent this evening." We all shook hands. Cliff was tall and 
tanned with a dazzling smile. Jan was also quite tall and 
stunningly attractive, with shoulder length wavy blonde hair, 
brown eyes and a small beauty spot on her right cheek, her 
black cocktail dress did little to hide her curvy 39-27-39 
figure. At thirty she was three years younger than Paula. John 
aimed Cliff and me towards the bar before leading the two women 
away to get changed.
	"How many fights has Jan had?" I asked as the tall 
American helped himself to a large Jack Daniels.
	"Ten, won eight of them, how about your wife?"
	"Just five," I replied helping myself to a pint of London 
Pride that John had obtained especially for me, "apart from Jan 
and Paula what else has John got lined up for this evening?"
	"He was going to have two other matches, one, involving 
his daughter Melissa, the other a girl called Margaret, but her 
opponent cried off at the last minute."
	"Should still be a good evening, Melissa always puts on a 
good show." John returned with his wife Cathy.
	"Nigel can I have a quick word with you?" he said 
ominously.
	"Sure," I answered, slightly puzzled. "What's up?"
	"Well it is like this one of the girls hasn't shown up 
and we wondered if you wouldn't mind boxing with Margaret, 
we've asked everyone else here, without any takers."
	"You have got to be joking," I said, "after what happened 
the last time you set me up, and I've seen her fight, she's 
bloody good!"
	"Ah, well if you're frightened of her I'll just have to 
tell her that she's had a wasted journey."
	"Hang on I never said anything about being scared. I just 
said...."
	"Good you'll do it then," he jumped in before I could 
finish what I was saying. "I'll let everyone know," and before 
I could stop him he had gone.
	"You had better lay of that stuff," said Cathy pointing 
to my unfinished pint. "You'll be on after Paula."
	"Conned again!" I said rather petulantly, unsure whether 
I was more annoyed at the prospect of a good hiding from 
Margaret or missing out on a good drink. John climbed into the 
ring to introduce the first bout and I found myself a ringside 
seat, near the red corner.
	"Ladies and gentlemen the first bout of the evening will 
be six, two minute rounds between, in the red corner weighing 
in at 150lb, wearing the plain black shorts and making her 
debut Lindsey." Lindsey and Melissa were both eighteen. Lindsey 
was slightly taller with shoulder length black hair. As she 
turned to acknowledge the applause from the small crowd, I 
could see that she was a very beautiful young girl with high 
cheek bones and sparkling blue eyes. She wouldn't have looked 
out of place on the cover of Vogue. Her 38 inch breasts bounced 
slightly as she walked to the middle of the ring. "And in the 
blue corner weighing in at 160lb, wearing the white shorts with 
black trim, with a record of three fights, one win and two 
defeats, Melissa." the crowd applauded as red headed Melissa 
walked to the centre of the ring, not as pretty as her 
opponent, but just as well built with a huge 42 inch chest. 
"Introducing your referee for tonight's contests Ann-Marie." I 
recognised Ann-Marie from the last event that John had 
organised, only before, she had been fighting and I was the 
referee.
	The bell rang for the first round and the two teenagers 
came together in the middle of the ring. Lindsey snapped out 
her left at Melissa's head. Mel slipped the punch and landed 
her own left flush on the taller girls right nipple. Lindsey 
went backwards, hurt by the punch and was caught a glancing 
blow on the chin, off balance she fell onto her backside.
	"ONE.... Two...." counted Ann-Marie, as Lindsey pushed 
herself up onto one knee, "THREE.... FOUR...." Lindsey picked 
herself up. Ann-Marie finished the compulsory eight count 
before wiping the black haired girl's gloves and allowing her 
to box on. Melissa was on her straight away, driving her into 
the ropes with a flurry of punches to the head and breasts. 
Desperately trying to protect herself, Lindsey covered her face 
with her gloves, but Mel just switched targets and pummelled 
her out-classed opponents unprotected stomach. Ann-Marie looked 
ready to step in and stop the beating when the bell ended the 
round.
	Ann-Marie led the Lindsey back to her corner where she 
slumped onto her stool.
	"Do you want to stop?" she asked the battered teenager as 
her second, her father, went to work.
	"Of course she don't," he replied for his sobbing 
offspring, "she was just caught cold that was all."
	"That's easy for you to say," I thought, "you're not the 
one being hit."
	"Are you sure?" Ann-Marie asked her again looking deep 
into Lindsey's eyes. Lindsey just nodded.
	"That's my girl," said her father, " you can take her 
she's nowt' but a tub of lard."
	"Seconds out," called the timekeeper, "Round Two."
	Lindsey moved out of her corner and poked out her left 
fist, catching the advancing Melissa in the eye. Ignoring the 
punch Mel slammed her right glove deep into Lindsey's belly 
forcing her straight back into her own corner. Her guard 
dropped and Mel powered a left-right combination to her breasts 
followed by a hard left to the middle of her face flattening 
her nose which immediately began to bleed. Ann-Marie had seen 
enough and pulled Melissa away signalling the end of a very 
one-sided bout. Lindsey's father was in the ring protesting 
that the fight had been stopped too soon.  
	John climbed into the ring and announced the result.
	"Ladies and gentlemen the referee has stopped the contest 
in round two to save Lindsey from further punishment, the 
winner in the blue corner Melissa!" the two girls left the 
ring, Lindsey's dad still complaining about the result. John 
stayed in the ring to announce the main event.
	Jan was first into the ring, a blue silk gown draped over 
her shoulders, followed shortly by Paula whose 40-27-40 curves 
were only partially hidden by a plain white towelling gown. I 
was surprised to see that Cliff wasn't going to be his wife's 
second, instead delegating the task to John's wife Cathy. The 
two women slipped out of their gowns and John got on with his 
introduction.
	"Ladies and gentlemen, the main event of the evening, 
scheduled for eight two minute rounds, for the J.C. Sports 
championship belt. Introducing in the blue corner weighing in 
at 152lb, wearing the stars and stripes shorts, the challenger 
from Miami Florida, Jan!" The crowd applauded, "And in the red 
corner weighing 154lb, wearing the red shorts with white trim 
the champion from London, Paula!"  I was delighted to note that 
there was a louder cheer for Paula than her opponent. The 
preliminaries over and done with, I put Paula's gumshield in 
place and left the ring as the bell rang.
	Paula moved forward and threw a left at Jan's head. Jan 
swayed out of range making Paula miss and countered with a 
stiff jab to the head. Paula continued forward blocking another 
left before landing a heavy left hook flush on the American's 
right nipple. Going backwards, Jan found herself against the 
ropes and was forced to clinch as Paula thudded home a brace of 
hooks to her tanned mid-section. Ann-Marie forced them apart. 
On the order to box on Jan scored with a fast left-right to 
Paula's head. Surprised by the speed of the American's fists, 
Paula stepped back and another left missed her chin by 
millimetres. Spurred on by her success, Jan launched another 
attack. Feinting a left to the head, she hooked her right under 
Paula's guard squashing her left tit. Hurt, Paula tried to duck 
inside and hold on but the American read the move and slipped 
to one side landing a hard left hook just behind Paula's ear. 
Paula dropped to her knees.
	"ONE.... TWO.... THREE.... FOUR...." she pushed herself 
up shaking her head to clear it. In the neutral corner Jan 
stood ready to resume the battle as soon as Ann-Marie finished 
the eight count.
	"Box on," called Ann-Marie, waving Jan forward. Up on her 
toe she flashed a jab into Paula's face, only to have her own 
head jolted by Paula's straight right counter. Jan smiled at 
Paula, as if to say "That didn't hurt" but the mark the punch 
had left on her cheek said otherwise. Recovered well from the 
knockdown Paula, attacked the taller blonde again landing a 
painful left to Jan's chest as the bell ended the round.
	"Bloody cow rabbit punched me," complained Paula as she 
sat on her stool.
	"Keep pressing her," I advised as I towelled Paula down 
and gave her a drink. I looked across the ring at Jan, Cathy 
was using an icepack to take the swelling down on her left 
cheek. If Paula could land a couple more punches on the same 
spot Jan's eye would close up completely.
	 "Go for her left eye," I told her as replaced her 
mouthpiece and she stood up to wait for the bell.
	Jan began the second round more aggressively forcing 
Paula back into her own corner with a one-two to the head and 
breasts. Paula covered up blocking another right and dug her 
own fist into the waistband of the American's shorts, making 
her gasp. They fell into a clinch. Breast to breast they 
wrestled until Ann-Marie prised them apart. Back in the centre 
of the ring Paula landed a stinging left to the middle of the 
blondes face, but was made to miss with her right as Jan swayed 
backwards out of range. Making Paula miss again, she countered 
with a crushing hook to Paula's left breast, her leather 
encased fist seeming to disappear momentarily as it was 
enveloped by the soft tissue.
	"Aaargh!" Paula squealed involuntarily and she dropped to 
her knees for the second time in the fight. Badly shaken she 
allowed the count to reach eight before rising to her feet. Jan 
moved in for the kill hammering Paula back down to the canvas 
with a barrage of hooks and uppercuts. I reached for the towel 
but before I could throw it into the ring the bell rang. Ann-
Marie continued the count and Paula was on her feet again at 
seven.
	She wobbled on unsteady legs to her corner and slumped 
onto her stool, blood trickling down her chin and splashing 
onto her breasts from a nasty tear in her upper lip and from a 
bloodied nose. I started to wipe away the mess and Ann-Marie 
came over to see if Paula was going to continue. I shook my 
head. Despite her protests I wasn't prepared to see her suffer 
any more damage. Ann-Marie signalled to the crowd that the 
fight was over and called John into the ring to announce the 
result. 
	"Ladies and gentlemen< Paula has been retired by her 
corner so the winner by TKO, and new champion, Jan." The small 
crowd applauded loudly as he placed the belt, that just a short 
time before had belonged to my wife, around the waist of the 
tall beautiful blonde. 
	"And lets have a big hand for a game loser Paula," 
continued John as I helped my tearful and bloodied wife back to 
the changing rooms.
	Whilst I was still consoling a very upset and angry 
Paula, John came in to remind me that it was my turn in the 
ring next.
	"Come on Nigel, you've got to get ready, Cathy can look 
after Paula."
	"But who's going to look after me?" I said.
 	"You're not frightened about getting in the ring with 
Margaret, surely? He chided.
	"Stop calling me Shirley and as a matter of fact I am. 
I've seen her fight before, she's a bloody good boxer, but 
that's not what I meant. I mean who's going to be my second?" I 
answered thinking that I had found a way out.
	"Ah hah! See what you mean," he said, looking at Paula 
who was in no condition to do the job. "Don't worry I'm sure I 
can find a willing volunteer," he continued dashing my hopes of 
avoiding another painful and humiliating experience at the 
hands or should I say fists of one of the so called weaker sex. 
"You just get changed I'll call you when we are ready to 
start." John made a quick exit before I could come up with 
another excuse for not fighting.
	My suspicions that John had planned all along for me to 
fight Margaret were confirmed when I found that he had already 
laid out a pair of boxing shorts in my size. As John is 
somewhat larger and heavier than me I knew they couldn't belong 
to him. Laid out with the shorts were a pair of boxing boots, 
also by strange coincidence in my size. I had just pulled on 
the boots when John returned.
	"I've found someone to work your corner so get a move 
on," he said impatiently.
	"Oh yeah, who?" I asked whilst fumbling with the 
bootlaces in an attempt to delay the inevitable.
	"Melissa, she said she will be only to pleased to look 
after you, especially as  she says it will likely be only a 
short contract. She will be here in a minute to sort out your 
gloves, get into the ring as quickly as you can, the other 
guests are beginning to think you have lost your bottle." With 
that he left the room and went out to mingle with his guests. 
As John had said Melissa came in and quickly bandaged my hands 
before tying on a pair a black leather eight ounce gloves, 
finally she draped a towel over my and pushed me out of the 
door.
	"Very Henry Cooper," laughed one of the older guests as I 
emerged from the changing room.
	"More like Jilly Cooper," chipped in another of the 
worlds great wits.
	As I climbed through the ropes I saw Margaret for the 
first time this evening and she looked even more menacing than 
I remembered her. At five foot eleven the thirty-six year old 
Scot was two inches taller than me and two years older, with a 
well muscled 36-25-36 body, her long auburn hair pulled back 
into a single ponytail. John climbed into the ring and began 
his introduction.
	"The final bout of the evening will be six, two minute 
rounds of mixed boxing, between in the blue corner weighing in 
at 147lb and wearing the blue shorts with white trim, from 
Glasgow Margaret!" She acknowledged the applause of the crowd 
and then John continued, "and in the red corner, weighing in at 
152lb, wearing white shorts with black trim, from London, 
Nigel!" There was a ripple of applause for me which took me by 
surprise, as I knew that I was supposed to be the villain.
	Ann-Marie called us both to the middle of the ring. I 
looked into Margaret's blue eyes to see any sign that she was 
as apprehensive as me, no chance, she just stared straight 
through me with no trace of nerves or fear showing. The referee 
finished her talk and sent us to our corners.
"Seconds out," Melissa shoved a gumshield into my mouth and I 
took a deep breath "here we go again" I thought. "Round one."   
	Margaret darted a left at my head which I parried easily, 
blocking another left I stabbed out my own catching her on the 
cheek. Margaret danced out of range and we circled each other. 
She slipped another left jab and countered with a crisp right 
to the middle of my face making me take a step backwards. The 
tough Scots girl followed up throwing a hard left , ducking low 
I made her miss and drove my own right deep into her 
unprotected left breast. Hurt she wrapped her arms round me 
preventing me from throwing any more punches.
	"Bastard!" she hissed in my ear, as I struggled to free 
myself from her grip, "You'll fucking pay for that." The ref 
pulled us apart, and once again we circled, Margaret attacked, 
coming in low and digging a couple of hooks into my ribs. I 
countered with an uppercut to her already reddening breast. She 
grunted in pain and tried to hold on but I slipped away along 
the ropes. Clearly relieved when the round ended, Margaret went 
briskly back to her corner.
	Back in my own corner Melissa gave me a drink and a quick 
rub down with a towel. 
	"You surprised her there, she thought you were just going 
to be her human punch bag."
	"Well she knows different now," I replied, "I've no 
intention of just standing there and letting her belt me all 
round the ring, I learned my lesson last time." The last time 
was when I had been persuaded to get in the ring with a 
beautiful German girl called Hanna, who I thought I would go 
easy on not wanting to hurt her. Unfortunately for me she had 
other ideas and bashed me around the ring for six rounds. 
Across the ring, Margaret was receiving some attention to her 
bruised breasts, I knew I had caught her out with my aggression 
in the opening round and that she would be much more wary of me 
from now on.
	Round two started briskly, Margaret jabbing at my face 
and making me mss as I tried to counter. The crowd were began 
to get behind her, this is what they wanted to see, a skilful 
good looking female, humiliating a hapless male.  Spurred on by 
the crowd Margaret pressed forward catching and hurting me with 
a flurry of punches both to the head and body. I felt the ropes 
against my back and slipping under another swinging right from 
Margaret, I landed a one-two right on the waist band of her 
shorts. With the air driven out of her lungs he sagged to her 
knees. More than a little astonished, I retired to a neutral 
corner as Ann-Marie began the count.
	"ONE.... TWO.... THREE.... FOUR...."
	Dragging air into her lungs, Margaret forced herself back 
onto her feet. Ann-Marie finished the compulsory eight count 
and restarted the action. Despite having been badly hurt 
Margaret stormed forward catching me off guard, her left fist 
slammed into my nose and as my head was snapped back, her right 
crashed against my jaw.
	"THREE...." I heard as I lay on back looking up at the 
lights above the ring, "what happened to one and two" I 
thought. "FOUR.... FIVE...." I managed to clear my head a 
little and rolled onto my front. "SIX.... SEVEN...." I pushed 
myself onto one knee staring groggily up at Ann-Marie. 
"EIGHT.... NINE...." I made it back to my feet, Ann-Marie said 
something I didn't quite catch, so I nodded my head. Margaret 
came at me again slamming another hook into my face and sending 
me reeling on rubber legs into the ropes. Thankfully the bell 
rang before she could continue the beating.
	I reached my stool and flopped down. Ann-Marie came 
across and asked if I was all right to continue.
	"Of course he is," answered Melissa for me, "it'll take 
more than some ugly fat Scottish cow to hurt him." She 
continued loud enough for my opponent to hear.
	"Terrific! Aren't I in enough trouble without you winding 
her up as well?"
	"I can throw in the towel if you want?" she said looking 
across at the referee. I shook my head. "Good, now get out 
there and get on with it," she ordered pulling me upright and 
ramming my gumshield into my mouth.
	The minutes rest was over all too soon and I walked flat 
footed to the middle of the ring to resume the battle. Her 
confidence restored Margaret was after me straight away 
snapping her jab through my guard and flattening my nose. I 
backed away, wiping my glove across my nose, unsurprised by the 
streak of scarlet staining the black leather. Another jab on 
the nose increased the flow and I covered up as I could feel 
the warmth of my own blood tickling down my face before it 
splashed onto the canvas. Pressed up against the ropes the 
auburn haired Scot banged in a couple of hooks to the sides of 
my body just below the ribcage. Desperate to avoid her 
punishing blows I pulled her into a clinch trapping her arms 
against her sides and hanging on for dear life.
	"Let go you bastard," she hissed.
	"No chance," I grunted back.
	Ann-Marie pushed us apart but I grabbed hold again as 
soon as Margaret tried to attack, negating the power of her 
punches
	"Bloody well let go!" she said again, this time I didn't 
wait for the referee to split us up but pushed her away form 
me. Caught unprepared by my move she went backwards slightly 
off balance and I ripped a right uppercut into the underside of 
her already bruised bosom. Yelping in pain she fell onto her 
bottom, with a very distressed look on her face. I was slow 
getting to a neutral corner and Margaret was on her feet before 
the count had reached three, but she had to wait for eight 
before she could resume her assault. Making the most of the 
temporary cease-fire I leaned back against the ropes drawing in 
great lungfulls of air.
	"Box on," said Ann-Marie and Margaret danced forward 
again her right glove low to protect her chest. She was 
obviously anxious to avoid further punishment around that area. 
Encouraged by this I attacked her jolting her head back as if 
it were hinged and sending out a spray of perspiration over the 
people at ringside. Now it was her turn to back off, flicking 
my jab at her head, Margaret parried with her right and I drove 
my right fist hard into her undefended left tit. She squealed 
in pain again and almost went down as she stumbled along the 
ropes trying to get away. The bell rang, this time saving 
Margaret, I was sure that one more good attack would have 
finished the fight.
	I returned to my corner and Melissa went to work 
staunching the flow of blood from my nose. Looking across at 
Margaret, I could see her second applying an ice pack to her 
discoloured and swollen looking left breast. I hoped she 
wouldn't come out for the fourth round.
	Margaret's second had worked a miracle on her during the 
minute break and she was back up on her toes at the start of 
the round. We exchanged left jabs and she dug a right into my 
ribs. A lot of the sting had gone out of her punches and I 
began to drive her back to the ropes all the time swapping 
punches to the head and body. We fell into a clinch neither of 
us really wanting the referee to split us up. As we were pulled 
apart I realised that I was now bleeding from the mouth as well 
as my nose and Margaret was also bleeding from a small cut 
under her right eye. Ann-Marie was watching anxiously waiting 
to step in and stop the fight. Margaret was still throwing 
punches but they lacked any sort of power, I stepped back 
slightly and thinking that she had hurt me she put everything 
she had  into right uppercut aimed at my head. I slipped it 
easily and hammered her left nipple with a right of my own, 
letting out a cry of pain, her guard dropped and before the 
referee could step in I sent her crashing to the floor with a 
left hook to the jaw. Ann-Marie pushed me away and dropped to 
her knees alongside the stricken Margaret, signalling to the 
timekeeper that the fight was over. She didn't bother to count, 
but removed the beaten woman's gumshield and helped her into a 
sitting position against the ropes.
	For the first time I realised that the crowd was silent, 
I had knocked out Margaret and they had all expected her to 
win. John climbed, frowning, into the ring to announce the 
result.
	"The winner by knockout in the fourth round Nigel." This 
announcement was met with stony silence. Ann-Marie raised my 
hand above my head and then I went to check on Margaret. The 
crowd cheered loudly when I raised her hand in tribute to her 
bravery. As we left the ring I felt pleased about winning but 
also ashamed as though I had done something very wrong by doing 
so. When I got to the changing room, I told Paula how I felt.
	"Don't worry about Margaret, she knew the risk when she 
challenged you and she would have been deeply insulted if you 
hadn't gone in there trying to win."
	"Looking at it that way, I suppose you are right," I 
replied, "So sod what any one else thinks, let's go back to the 
party and celebrate. There is a barrel of beer out there with 
my name on it." With this I was soon changed and once more 
taking advantage of mine host's generosity.