Alia vs. Vivian
By Steely Dan, steelydan1923@yahoo.com
Two fighters meet to decide the world women's boxing title.

(NOTE: This is the first of a series of stories, and is a combination story/cyberboxing bout. If you have 
not read 'Alia and Anna', you should read it first for background on the character.) 
 
The heavy bag rocked hard on its chain as Alia worked it over, the "whump, whump, whump" noise 
echoing off the walls giving an idea of how hard Alia's mitts were pounding in and bouncing the bag 
around. 
Working off some frustration, Alia thought, as her lefts and rights pummeled the leather over and over. 
She was never very patient, but it had been a while since her now-famous bout with Anna ' the one 
where she impressed so many with her boxing talents and shocked so many with her brutality. Anna 
hadn't been seen in public since that night in Vegas when she was hauled away on a stretcher. 
Now, after a short break, Alia was back in the gym. She'd done some sparring with some of the men 
there ' the females in the whole area wanted no part of her, and some of the men even had second 
thoughts ' but that wasn't satisfying her. She was getting restless for a fight, and what she didn't know 
was that an opponent and a fight were about to walk right through her door. 
She was in the ring, in a spirited exchange with one of the gym's best male welterweights, when 
everyone else in the gym shifted their attention to the door when it opened. There weren't many people 
in the gym, so everyone got a good look at the striking brunette that walked in with an air of confidence 
surrounding her. 
Vivian tossed her curly hair over her shoulder as she walked up to the ring, her cut-off T-shirt and short-
cut trunks showing off her superbly fit and athletic body. Her muscles weren't large but were well-
defined, and she almost appeared to be rippling before she stopped only a couple of feet from the 
canvas. 
"So you're the famous Alia, huh?" she said in a voice loud enough to bring the sparring in the ring to a 
halt. "Guess I was expecting a little more, considering everything I'd read." 
Alia didn't say anything, only grabbing a towel hanging on the ropes and wiping the sweat off her face 
and shoulders and taking a couple of steps toward the front of the ring. 
"This is going to be easier than I thought," Vivian said, again loud enough to be heard throughout the 
gym. She was standing, hands on her hips, almost defiant in her body language. "Now that I've seen you, 
I know I can take you." 
Alia walked over to the ropes, not knowing if this was a joke or not. As she leaned over, she quickly sized 
Vivian up ' about 5-5, maybe 130, a little smaller than Alia's solid 5-6, 140-pound frame. Very fit and 
strong-looking, and Alia could tell just from her posture that she was a boxer. 
"It takes a lot of balls to walk in here and start spouting off," Alia said. "Either that, or you have a death 
wish. Why don't you go back to your little powder-puff gym and box your little girl friends?" 
"I don't think so," Vivian said. "There's only one fight I want, and that's with you ' if you're not scared of 
getting in the ring with a real fighter instead of that cow you beat up last time. Of course, if you're 
scared, just say so and I'll tell everyone how afraid the great Alia is." 
The veins on the side of Alia's neck strained. "Afraid of a fluff ball like you?," she said. "Get out of here 
before you get yourself hurt. This place is for real fighters." 
At that, Vivian stepped up the stairs next to the corner post and slid deftly through the ropes. "The real 
fighter's here," she almost spat at Alia. "I'm not so sure about you. If you think you're good enough, let's 
do it right now." 
Alia stepped toward her, but by this time several of the gym members had also entered the ring and got 
between the two angered females, holding them back from a possible physical confrontation. "Any time 
you're ready," Alia yelled as she strained against the two men holding her back. 
"That's all I wanted to hear," Vivian said, quickly stepping back from the crowd in the middle of the ring 
and slipping back through the ropes, hopping back off the canvas and down to the floor. "We'll be in 
touch," she yelled back over her shoulder as she quickly walked toward the door ' every male eye in the 
gym watching her ass ripple inside those satin trunks. 
By the time Alia cooled down, the rest of the gym was already talking about the two of them ready to go 
at it, and it didn't take long for word to spread about the unknown newcomer who had goaded Alia into 
a bout. It also didn't take long for promoters -- who had been waiting with baited breath for this 
opportunity after Alia's last fight ' to set up the unlikely title bout. Alia, who had so dominated Anna in 
her last bout that she appeared invincible, would take on an unheralded Vivian ' a fighter who exuded 
more confidence seemingly with every passing hour as their bout approached. 
In the weeks before the bout, few gave Vivian much of a chance to stand up to Alia's strength and 
power, but those who went to watch her train never failed to leave impressed. Her talents were obvious 
as she pounded on a series of sparring partners, and she seemed to be able to take her sparring 
partner's strengths and turn them to her advantage. She appeared to grow stronger with every round 
she sparred ' to the point that many started thinking that the brunette was a serious threat. 
Everyone involved with the bout eagerly awaited the weigh-in, to see what would happen between the 
two. 
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Vivian: Four months have already passed since the last confrontation I'd had with Alia in the ring, right 
after she'd brutally knocked out Anna. Alia and me have a world title match set up now, four months 
after her previous match, so we both have had some hard training time and prepares ourselves for a 
really hard and long match. I trained my ass really hard, 100 sit-ups/day, 100 push-ups/day, weight 
lifting training for hours a day to build some muscles on my curvy body which my trainer Sarah thinks will 
give me an advantage to fight the brutal Alia with that kind of body, and also not to mention two hours 
of sparring/day and other training for the fighting techniques such as punching bag training and speed 
bag training. I had to knock at least two people down during each sparring session ' If I didn't, I faced a 
penalty -- another 100 push-ups and also another 100 sit-ups for the day, but everything Sarah told me 
to do really came in handy. My weight increased about five pounds and my abs turned into six-pack abs, 
a solid six pack which won't give me too much pain when I'm getting punched in the belly, but still I have 
to protect my belly to not get destroyed by Alia's powerful haymakers. Sarah thought and knew that I 
was ready for the press conference and for the brutal 10-round fight, she told me not to hesitate to show 
my four months of hard work to the crowds and the officials during the weigh-in. 
The press conference is being held to meet the fighters before tomorrow's fight. There're two long tables 
provided by the officials only for the interviews and there's a scale, a weighing machine about 5-10 feet 
away from those two long tables, for the weigh-in later right after the interview  
Males and even females are filling the hall fully, so eager to watch their favorite fighters to show 
themselves, but then suddenly, the lights in the arena dim and drums' noise are filling the arena before 
the fireworks explode from the podium into the ceiling, while a female with a microphone makes her way 
out from the dimly lit corridor onto the podium right after the fireworks stop. All of the magnificent event 
organizing gets a lot of cheering from the crowd and makes the crowd a little bit uncontrollable, but 
Joanne, the host, manages to calm them in her unique way. "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have a 
special event which will happen only in this hall, you're not going to see this in any other hall," says 
Joanne with a pretty loud voice on her mike. 
"So welcome the fighters!!! Coming from Minneapolis ,Minnesota with 15 wins and no losses at all with 
15 knockouts!! Wow!!" Joanne pause for a second before she continues, "Please welcome!!!! The 
challenger, Vivian "THE VICIOUS" Smith!!!!!  
Alia: As Vivian walks to her interview table, the announcer continues ... "and now welcome the 
champion, also unbeaten as a professional with 12 wins, all by knockout, now fighting out of Las Vegas, 
please welcome, ALIA!!!!!" 
Alia: I come in covered with heavy sweats that hide my body as long as possible before the weigh-in, and 
sit at mt interview table opposite the podium from you. The intensity on my face is obvious as the 
moderator opens the floor for questions to the fighters... 
Alia: From the floor, a shouted question, "Vivian, what was your reaction when you watched Alia's fight 
with Anna?" 
Vivian: "Damn!! 12 wins only??!!!" I shout at myself and then I get myself awakened by a question from 
the audience, asking about my reaction when I watched the fight between Alia and Anna. I think for a 
moment and then confidently answer it, "Well, I bet there's "something" under Alia's gloves or she did 
"something" to her gloves and the ref was too blind to realize that." I said it without thinking twice 
whether I'm hurting Alia's feelings or not. 
Vivian: "Any other questions????" Confidently, I ask the audience for more questions, pretending that 
Alia isn't there at all. 
Alia: My expression didn't change when you accused me of loading the gloves, only continue to stare 
straight ahead....the same voice followed up, "Alia, what about that, did you load up in the bout with 
Anna?"  
Alia: "I didn't need anything extra to beat that fat cow," I said, "and I don't need anything extra to beat 
this little girl over here. All I'll need is these two," holding up my fists, "and by the time they're finished 
she's going to be begging for them not to hit her anymore." 
Vivian: I smile and then grab for the mike in front of me, "Begging, huh??? Are you blind or something??? 
I've won 15 matches without a single loss and I always beat my opponent mercilessly, I bet you don't 
have a TV at your home to watch my matches," I replied shortly and get a lot of cheering from the crowd. 
Alia: I also grab the mike in front while standing up, yelling, "Anyone could have beaten the bunch of 
nobodies that you've beaten .... most of them looked like they walked in off the street, or you picked 
them out of your cute little gym to have some fun with. This isn't fun and games ... it's war, and you're 
going to find out how bad war can be when we get in the ring. You're going to get hurt bad, missy."  
Alia: Another yelled question, "Vivian, the two of you are doing a good job of showing bad blood. Is all of 
this just an act to raise interest, or is there really that much bad blood between the two of you?" 
Vivian: "Well, let's see who is going to get hurt later, doll," I replied slowly and then I hear another 
question coming from the audience which I should answer. "Well...first of all, it's not an act, I've never 
met this...lady or what we call "bitch" before until our last encounter four months ago, right after she 
thought she "beat" someone that was any good in the ring, so I have to say that there's really much bad 
blood between us. There's going to be blood spilled from that lady's face and I'm the one who will put my 
foot on her chest and raise both of my arms victoriously." 
Alia: "A lot of chance of that happening," I yell back. "You're either stupid or brainwashed if you think 
you're going to ever going to knock me down, much less out. Keep it up, and I'm going to cut you up all 
your little girl friends won't even recognize you, and when I put my foot on your chest you won't even 
realize it you'll be knocked out so much."  
"Enough of this crap....let's get on the scales and get this done...the quicker this is over, the quicker I can 
start kicking her ass" ... I stand and strip my sweats off, down to my solid black trunks and black top, and 
step on the scales .... the moderator says "Alia weighs in at 138...138 pounds", as I step off and back to 
my table, watching you... 
Vivian: "Keep talking honey, just keep talking honey," I replied as I step onto the scales right after the 
moderator finished giving your weight. Quickly, I pull my shirt up from my waist and then undressing 
myself without any hesitation, I'm showing my 34 D cup titties to the audience while they seem to hold 
their breath, and some even drop their jaw when they see me, standing topless on the scales and flexing 
my arms. 
Vivian: "135 pounds," the moderator says as I step off the scales and head back to my table as my sister 
gives my shirt back for me to wear. 
Alia: The moderator asks the fighters to stand together for a final photo opportunity, and I quickly and 
confidently step in front of the podium, stripping off my top as the flashes go off and I flex a double bicep 
pose, my hard body and six-pack abs standing out under the lights after the light sheen of oil I applied 
earlier...I wait for you to step forward, saying loud enough for everyone to hear, "there's more than one 
great set of tits here," as I breathe in heavily, making my D cup breasts even more prominent... 
Vivian: I take my shirt off again and hand it to my sister for the second time, also stepping to the front of 
the podium and flexing a double bicep pose, showing my four months of hard work to the audience. The 
audience seems to appreciate my hard working, I can also see some males are erecting badly inside their 
pants while the photographers are taking the pictures of me. 
Alia: The moderator asks the fighters to get close for one picture of the two of us, and I turn to you, 
pushing my chest out and leaning forward as you do the same....the photographers going wild taking 
pictures as we stand nose-to-nose, our breasts pressed together, every male in the room as hard as a 
rock and some trying to rub their crotches without others noticing...My eyes directly on yours, both of 
our tits pressed hard against each other and our nipples hard, and I feel a familiar tingling in my crotch 
as my trunks slide against yours. I whisper so that only you can hear as the photographers keep shooting 
and the men all come close to cumming on the spot ... "I can't wait to get you in the ring" ... "I'm going to 
beat you so much you're going to beg me to stop, but I'm not going to." 
Vivian: I move forward and press my nose and also my titties harder on yours before I heard you whisper 
something to my ear, intimidating words but I don't feel intimidated at all by those words, in fact, I think 
they're funny and then my lips form a wide smile. I move my lips closer to your right ear and then 
whisper back, "No, but you're going to beg me to stop, honey, but I won't 'cause I'm going to kill you in 
that match and mark my word, it'll be your last match and no one is going to recognize you after this, 
you're going to have to have a lot of operations if you're lucky to survive." I said it menacingly while the 
photographers keep taking the pictures, and I also feel something odd when your trunks accidentally 
slide against my short and tight jeans. 
Alia: I lean in as both of us sway back and forth, rubbing chests against each other back and forth, and 
my trunks rubbing harder against your jeans. I use my hand, the one that's away from the horny 
photographers, and place my fist lightly against the side of your body. "You want me to hurt you first 
here?", I whisper. I slide my fist slowly down your body, now low on your abs, "Or do you want it here 
first?" Then, I slowly start sliding my fist across your short jeans, "Or would you rather hurt here?" as my 
fist reaches your crotch ... all the time my eyes riveted on yours... 
Vivian: I can't help but to keep staring, my eyes on yours and not letting you intimidate me with all of 
your intimidating tricks, but for the last time I don't feel intimidated at all. I clench my fists and then start 
to mutter some words, "You better shut the hell up or someone will get hurt before the match starts!" I 
yell at her face as I even press my nose and titties harder against hers and I'm keep trying to not to stain 
my jeans with my juice cause I'm not wearing any panties at all. 
Alia: I grind my fist more against your jeans and start to feel your dampness...my crotch already so wet 
I'm ready to start fighting right here ... "I'd hate to mess you up right here and disappoint all those fans, 
so I guess I can wait ... it'll give me more time to think about what order I'm going to do all my 
damage...do I start by wrecking that pretty face, or do I bruise and rip up those titties, or do I just beat 
your body until you cry from the pain .. yeah, that's my favorite", as I move my fist from your wet crotch, 
knowing that if I left it there any longer I'd probably orgasm on the stage, and I move it up to your abs 
before the moderators step in and separate us.... 
Vivian: "Alright....alright....that's the end, fighters, let's call it a night," Joanne quickly steps in and 
separates us by pushing our chests away from each other. The crowd goes silent for a moment and then 
Joanne continue to talk, "Whew!! What an intense interview session, I'm sure that you all can't wait for 
the match to start, right???" Joanne puts one of her hands on her right ear and waiting for the 
audience's answer. "YEAHHH!!!!!" The audience yells as loud as they can to Joanne before she continue 
to speak again as she already notices some stain on my jeans, she tries to do her best to end the show 
quickly for us. "See ya in the ring, bitch!!" I said menacingly and then turn my body around and start 
walking to the back door of the podium with my sister and my coach. 
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The arena is already almost full, and few were there to see the preliminary matches. The mostly-male 
crowd was there to see ' depending on the viewpoint ' two stunning and spectacularly fit women who 
happened to be excellent boxers, or two great fighters who just happened to be traffic-stopping 
attractive. 
The combatants aren't worried about that right now, though. Alia and Vivian are in their respective 
dressing rooms, finishing their final preparations for what is a huge fight for both boxers. 
For Vivian, it's a chance to emerge from the anonymous group of club fighters and establish herself 
among the world's best female boxers ' maybe the best, since Alia's reputation had skyrocketed since 
her dominating victory over Anna in her last bout.  
The thought of that had pushed Vivian through constant brutal preparation for this bout, and she had 
never been in such shape as she sat on her dressing room table. Her new-found muscles seemed to 
twitch every time she moved, an indication that her body was in prime condition. Of course, that was 
obvious from any angle, with the tight white trunks with the red waistband and the multiple red stripes 
on the side that Vivian had chosen. She wore the short trunks, white boots and nothing else, and her 
body looked sensational. The men in the audience were going to get slack-jawed with just one look once 
she made the walk to the ring. 
Her arms were bicep-based pistons, from the training regimen when she had to knock her sparring 
partners down or be forced to repeat the brutal exercise program that Sarah and Vivian's sister had put 
in place for her. 
She ran a hand across her abdominal and oblique muscles. Her obliques were solid, to try to handle 
Alia's shots to her sides during the clinches that she expected would be frequent. And her abs ' the six-
pack was as solid as anyone had seen, and they weren't just for looks. Vivian knew that when Alia was 
trying to taunt her during the photo shoot about how she liked to attack her opponent's body better 
than anything, she wasn't kidding. Vivian knew her body needed to be as solid as possible, and even 
with that she knew she had to keep Alia from having too many open shots at those abs. 
Vivian went through her battle plan in her mind as Sarah taped her hands and her sister slipped on the 
white 8-ounce Everlast gloves and laced them tight. Vivian held them up to her face, the fresh small 
exciting her, and then pounded them together ' the 8-ouncers were smaller than she was used to, but 
she also knew that because of that, when she got clean shots in, they would have more effect on Alia. 
That thought of her gloves landing on Alia's face and body over and over, eventually putting Alia on the 
canvas, raised excitement in the pit of her stomach ' and that excitement moved lower until her crotch 
quivered. 
This was going to be Vivian's first fight without a crotch protector ' not even any underwear ' and she 
figured Alia wasn't going to be wearing anything under her trunks, either. Vivian was ready for the 
below-the-belt shots that were sure to come, from both fighters. She could do some dirty tricks of her 
own, whatever worked, but knowing that her crotch would take some punches and she'd be returning 
punches between Alia's legs ' the thought started getting her very hot, even hotter as Sarah rubbed oil 
all over her upper body, and she was more than ready when Sarah helped her slip on her white robe and 
the knock came at her dressing room door, indicating it was time. 
Across the arena'. 
Alia was always comfortable in the locker room, and that's why she always got there early on bout days. 
Today was no different, as she was loosening up even before Steely Dan and her corner staff arrived. 
Dan had been with her ever since her win over Anna, and had added something that was missing from 
her life. And he had also played a big role once again in making this fight an "event." He had promoted 
her fight with Anna and helped make it a world-wide event, and thanks in part to his expertise tonight's 
battle was just as much anticipated. But he'd also provided a solid male companion that she could trust 
and one that idolized her. 
All her adult life, Alia had been a walking contradiction. She enjoyed the company of men, and her 
sexual prowess was legendary among those who knew her well. But what turned her on more, what 
made her body quiver with excitement 'and, yes, what made her juices flow uncontrollably ' was being 
in the ring. Every time she put on a pair of trunks and laced up a pair of gloves, her body reacted in a 
manner that pleased her to no end. 
It didn't matter if it was a highly-publicized title fight (she'd had thunderous orgasms during her bout 
with Anna), a Saturday night smoker in a small gym or even a good sparring session, Alia usually got 
some form of satisfaction from the feeling. And she figured that tonight would be no different, since as 
she sat on her training room table she already felt that familiar feeling between her thighs. 
But her feelings took nothing away from her fighting ability. In fact, it may in some way have aided her, 
since she seemed to be at her best in the biggest events. And it didn't matter if the event was going to 
be straight-up boxing as tonight's event was, or a more violent and brutal style event like the debacle 
that her win over Anna became. She was comfortable with both, and she appeared relaxed as Dan 
massaged her shoulders and her trainer taped her hands ' under the watchful eye of a state 
commissioner. 
"What, she told you to check my gloves close?," Alia said to the onlooker, referring to Vivian's 
accusations during the interview session ' accusations that weren't without merit, of course, but that 
was a very different situation. After all, Anna's troops had tried to injure her with metal pipes the day 
before the bout. After that, it was anything goes. 
Her trainer finished the taping and slipped on the black 8-ounce gloves, the color matching Alia's 
traditional solid black trunks. As always, they were cut high to show off her muscular legs, and the thick 
waistband showed off the abs that had helped her take punishment from so many opponents without 
much damage. In fact, her entire muscular body was taut ' if there was any doubt that two incredibly fit 
and strong women were about to do battle, those doubts would be wiped out as soon as they slipped 
through the ropes and under the lights. 
Alia shadowboxed and punched her trainer's hands while she waited to leave for the ring, her body 
already shining with sweat and the oil that Dan had applied over her upper body. Her firm breasts 
bounced every time she'd bob and weave, getting loose, and she had just finished a final flurry when the 
knock came at the door. 
As the challenger, Vivian should have entered first, but Alia insisted on being in the ring first so she could 
look down on her opponent, just like she had with Anna in her last bout. 
The crowd was abuzz when the spotlights quickly turned to one side of the arena, Alia's entrance music 
began playing and Alia began heading to the ring, Dan leading her and Alia bouncing on her toes with 
her black gloves on his shoulders. She was covered with a black rope and a hood, keeping herself 
covered, but the crowd was roaring again by the time she climbed the stairs and slid robe and all 
through the ropes. 
While the spotlight was still on her, Dan took the robe from her shoulders and quickly ripped it off, 
suddenly showing Alia's stunning body, and the crowd roared once again. Since she'd worn a top for 
most of her bouts, those who had watched Alia previously got the added treat of seeing her taut 34D 
breasts bounce as she loosened up ' and those close enough noted that her nipples were as hard and 
large as wine corks. 
While Alia waited, she took a water bottle from her corner and squirted into her mouth ' and then let 
some of the water run down over her body. That sent the crowd into hysterics all over again. 
The crowd was still loud when the music changed and the spotlights moved to the other side of the 
arena, the lights reflecting off the shiny white satin robe that Vivian wore, the word "VICIOUS" 
embroidered on the back. Her robe was tied tightly across her chest as she walked in front of Sarah and 
her sister, in full view of the crowd, and the spotlight and the reflection off the robe made her curly 
brunette hair shimmer and her Vaseline-swiped face shine. 
All eyes in the arena watched Vivian as she slowly got close to the ring and saw Alia standing next to the 
ropes, high over her and eyeing her every move. Vivian hated that Alia was looking down on her, but 
Sarah was quick in support. "Just calm down," she said, "remember your fun is going to be beating her 
inside the ring, not out here." They quickly walked around the ring and up the stairs on the other side, 
Sarah spreading the ropes and Vivian slipping through. 
Vivian made a lap around the ring waving at the crowd, and suddenly stopped in front of Alia's corner. 
"You're going down, bitch," Vivian said and made a throat-slash motion with her right glove toward her 
opponent. "I'm going to enjoy messing you up," Alia responded, menacingly holding up one black glove. 
Vivian went back to her corner and Sarah quickly ripped off the white robe and gave the crowd its first 
look at Vivian's stunning body. The tight white trunks accentuated her toned self, but every eye in the 
arena was focused on her gravity-defying 34 D titties. She had always worn a top in her previous fights, 
and even when they got brutal her tits had always remained covered, so this was the crowd's first view 
of her fresh and firm chest, and it was hard not to notice that Vivian's nipples were also hard and 
prominent. 
The mostly-male crowd responded predictably, even louder than Alia's earlier ovation, and were almost 
out of control with the two attractive and topless boxers about to do battle. Many of the males already 
had cum stains on their pants, and many more would have them before this night was over. 
Quickly the rest of the lights in the arena went dark, spotlighting only the ring, as the announcer began 
introductions. "Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight's bout is 10 rounds between two gorgeous but brutal 
women, to determine who is indeed the best in the world. There will be no mercy stoppages, there will 
be a clear winner with one woman standing and the other on the canvas. So let's get ready to rumble!" 
"Fighting out of the blue corner, at 5-foot-5 and 135 pounds, with a perfect record of 15 wins and no 
losses, all of those wins by knockout, please welcome ' Vivian "The Vicious" Smith!" 
Vivian put her right glove in the air and began to aggressively shadowbox while bouncing lightly on her 
toes, her breasts bouncing with the motion ' bounces that didn't go unnoticed by the crowd. 
"And fighting out of the red corner," the announcer continued, "at 5-foot-6 and 140 pounds, also a 
perfect record of 12 wins and no losses, all by knockout, numbers which would be higher had most 
opponents not backed out of fights, please welcome ' Alia!" 
Alia also raised a glove and circled to the crowd, before rolling her shoulders and bobbing and weaving 
to stay loose, her tits also bobbing with her body and getting the crowd going again until the referee 
called the fighters to mid-ring. 
Both quickly stepped out, and for the second time the two stunning boxers were face-to-face. They 
weren't as close as at the photo session, of course ' a good thing, because of the heat that was radiating 
from both of their bodies -- but they were close enough to feel each other's warm breath as the referee 
gave final instructions before telling them to touch gloves. 
Vivian held her gloves out, and Alia slammed hers down on Vivian's, one last try at intimidating her 
opponent. But Vivian only smiled as she stepped backwards to her corner, and Alia did the same thing, 
bouncing on her toes as the rest of the participants cleared the ring and left it for the fighters. Both were 
eyeing each other and the crowd was so loud that many in the arena didn't hear the "DING, DING" that 
signaled the start of Round 1 of the 10-round bout. 
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Vivian: All of those interviews yesterday really making the match become more intense for me even 
before we start. Sarah and my sister help me to get myself ready by taping my fists and then help me to 
tie the "Everlast" 8 oz boxing gloves which fully cover my fists. I can feel the fresh smell of the white 
gloves and it excites me. I can't help but to keep thinking when these white gloves land on your face, 
belly or even crotch 'cause I'm planning to do some necessary dirty tricks to bring this crazy bitch down 
and maybe put her into a long and deep sleep. 
Vivian: The officials play my song for the second time as a signal to call me out to the ring, and Sarah 
quickly helps me put on the shiny white robe which has "VICIOUS" embroidered on the back of the robe. 
Vivian: "Good luck sis," my sister says and then she gives me a hug, hoping that I won't end up like any 
other female who's dared to fight you. I know that she really doesn't want me to fight but I just have to 
do it to show that I'm really the best fighter in the world by beating the champion Alia. 
Vivian: My coach and my sister walk behind of me as I'm making my way to the ring while the song is still 
playing, and the crowd jumps to its feet as they notice that I've shown myself to them. Slowly but surely I 
arrive at the ring and notice that my opponent is already in there and looking down at me, which I hate 
the most when people do that to me, but Sarah asks me to calm down and have fun beating you inside 
the ring, not outside the ring. Sarah then steps onto the ladder steps one by one and spreads the ropes 
wide open so I can easily slip myself into the ring with my sis before she gets in, too. 
Vivian: "You're going down, bitch" I said menacingly before I do a throat slashing motion with my right 
white glove and head to my own corner before Sarah quickly rips the robe off me, revealing my gravity 
defying 34 D titties which are still fresh and firm, unlike yours which are pretty saggy already. 
Vivian: The crowd seems uncontrollable the first time they notice my topless body inside the ring 'cause I 
have always worn a top in my previous brutal matches. Sarah then immediately rubs the oil all over my 
upper body to make it glisten under the lights, right before the lights go dim and the announcer steps 
into the ring. 
Vivian: "Ladies and Gentlemen.....tonight is the night, a 10-round women's boxing world title match, 
between two gorgeous and stunning girls who want a blood bath. There'll be no mercy, only one will 
stand and one will fall. So let's get ready to rumble!!!!!!!!" The announcer raises his voice as loud as he 
can, getting a lot of cheering from the audience in the arena.  
Vivian: "Fighting out of the blue corner, at five feet, five inches tall and 130 pounds weight, an incredible 
records of 15 wins, all 15 KNOCKOUTS!!! without a single loses!!! Please welcome!!! Vivian "THE 
VICIOUS" Smith!!!!!" 
Vivian: I throw my right arm into the air and then start to shadowbox aggressively as I'm hopping lightly 
on my toes, letting my breasts bounce which drives the crowd nuts at the moment. I'm also feeling a little 
bit odd myself, since this is the first time I fight without wearing any undies or crotch protector at all, and 
I know my opponent isn't wearing the crotch protector or undies, either. 
Vivian: The moment that I've been waiting for finally has arrived as the bell rings and start the 10-round 
bloody war. Sarah gives me the red mouthpiece and I bite it before I aggressively move from my corner 
and head towards you with a classic boxing stance. I don't bother to defend myself, because I decided to 
play a little bit of offense with you, figuring I'll end up like Ludmilla or Anna if I play too much defense. 
You and I meet me in the center of the ring, where I welcome your face with a powerful pair of right, 
right jabs to your face, trying to test your defense before I go for left and right hooks to both of your 
cheeks. 
Vivian: "C'mon, you're moving too slow, grandma," I taunt you as I'm circling with you and throwing 
some jabs to your face again, looking at her reaction as I'm trying to make you a little bit angry in this 
match so you'll launch some energy-draining punches at me, which I think I can dodge easily and then 
counter it with soild and powerful punches. 
Alia: Your quick offense catches me a little off guard, but my gloves pick off some of your shots as I test 
out your strength and slowly circle, my guard up high and watching you closely between my gloves ... 
ooofff, ooofff, your hooks to my face get behind my gloves, and I'm impressed with your quickness' 
Alia: I slide left and double up my left jab, pushing your gloves back into your face as I bob and weave, 
being careful and picking my shots.... I only smile at your taunting as your jabs slide off my shoulders as I 
continue to weave .... after your last jab, I step in and launch a big left hook low on your right ribcage... 
Vivian: I'm still bobbing and weaving a little bit while I'm taunting you, but it gets no response from you 
' it seems that you are already used to hearing this kind of taunt and it's probably boring you. I'm 
talking and mocking you too much, until a solid big left hook lands solidly on my right ribcage, causing 
me to squeal in pain already after taking the first punch of the match. I was completely surprised by the 
power of your punch, I never expected that you can punch like a sledgehammer, so I decide to take a 
couple steps away from you, defending myself for the moment and trying to bear with the aching pain 
on my right ribcage while Sarah and my elder sister Kathleen yell at me to go forward and start 
punching.  
Vivian: One thing for sure, they don't know that I'm in pain after taking the punch to my right ribcage, so 
I decide to ignore them and put my gloves up to defend myself and get myself as far as I can from you 
while I'm recovering. 
Alia: I know that my left landed solidly, but I am still cautious as you step back, not knowing if you are 
playing possum and trying to draw me in ... I slowly move forward, flicking out my left jab that comes up 
short as you continue to step back ... "come on, little girl, we came here to fight", I pop off as I continue 
to stalk you, stepping slowly forward while staying covered up, anticipating a follow-up from you...  
Alia: I decide to quickly step forward and shoot again at your body, but your gloves and elbows smother 
my right and left and we clinch, your gloves wrapped snugly and expertly around mine...our heads on 
each other's shoulders and feeling each other's breath as I struggle for punching room ... I free up one 
hand and try a hard right, but again you block it with your glove and push me away as you step back 
near the ropes.... 
Vivian: The clinch even becomes more sexy, as we both spray hot breath to each other's neck and our 
titties are accidentally pressing on each other's again for the first times since our last meeting in the hall 
for the interviews and weigh-in. I can feel some odd and tingling pleasure on my crotch as our oily bodies 
slide against each other, but then I realize that I have to beat the crap out of you without involving any 
lust if I want to win this match. "Yes....we came here to fight and you're going to get it!!!" I yell at your 
face and then push you away as hard as I can, before I come towards you with vicious left and right 
hooks to your ribcage and a repeating right straight to your tensed abs as I'm trying to ruin your 
midsection first before I go for your head and beat it as much as I can. 
Alia: UNHHHH....UNHHH ... your two shots to my ribs catch me off guard with my ribs moving in and out 
with heavy breathing, and sends pain through both sides and causes me to freeze for a second...A 
mistake, since you take advantage, doubling and tripling the right hands right on my abs and sending me 
back several steps ...  
Alia: I tighten my elbows and gloves up in a cocoon defense, trying not to let you know that your rib 
shots stung so much, my guard down some to cover from your body shots ... Still a little surprised at your 
strength as I crouch over and continue to step back, you now stepping forward and moving in on me for 
the first time since the opening seconds ...  
Vivian: "I remember you said that you wanted to mess me up!!" I yell and mercilessly pound your abs 
with my powerful left and right 8 oz. gloves over and over, even when they're protected by your arms 
already, and I think it's an opportunity to hurt your arms with this kind of vicious punches, and then I 
notice that your head is pretty open for a strike. I don't waste the opportunity and immediately seize it 
with a big left cross to the right eye and then a right cross which aims for your left eye, but it misses and 
lands on your left cheek.  
Alia: My arms still protecting my abs as you continue to pound away with both hands, your gloves mostly 
bouncing off my biceps and elbows as my arms are tucked in tight ... Your gloves punching and leaving 
you open, I prepare to start to launch a counter-attack when ... WHAM ... your left hand slams into my 
eye and I see stars, dazed for a second as I step back ... My head moves back with my step, and your 
follow-up right misses and bounces off my cheek ....  
Alia: Your left to my eye hurt, the hardest I'd been hit in a while, and I stagger back a step and feel the 
ropes against my back ... I cover up, blinking my right eye hard to try to restore full vision, but I can't 
show how much it hurt as I raise my head and use my gloves to wave you in as I stand against the ropes 
... "Come on, bitch, let's do it", I yell as I watch you step towards me ... 
Vivian: The crowds, my coach and my sis are jumping on their feet as they notice that someone can deal 
damage like this to you for the very first time, but not with your fans ' they don't seem to happy with it 
as they notice their hero getting a fight for the very first time since she started to box. Some of them are 
booing at me and some are even throwing cans towards the ring, but they're stopped by the arena 
security and probably arrested by the security for hooligan acts which can cause the match to end up in a 
disastrous way. 
Vivian: "Keep punching her sis, don't stop," Kathleen yells in a distance and my coach just watches and 
enjoy what I'm doing to Alia right now. She seems satisfied with me, and of course I'll continue to punch 
you even until you are out cold. I get into the old school boxing stance, staring my dark and cruel eyes at 
yours as you ask me to come forward by yelling and waving your gloves, and of course I aggressively 
move towards you without thinking twice and throw a powerful but pretty slow straight right aiming for 
your nose as I'm trying to draw the first blood in the match. 
Alia: I watch you close as you step in, taking the bait of me waving you in as I lean back against the 
ropes, slowly getting my wind back from your rib shots and my eye clearing ... I hear my corner yelling 
"bring her in", and when you step in I see your right arm and impressive bicep twitch, figuring that a right 
aimed at my head is coming ... sure enough, and I lean to the right as your glove whistles by my head ...  
Alia: I pivot with my hips, using the ropes as a brace, and fire a big right uppercut that grazes across your 
left tit and crashes under your chin ... I feel your body shiver a little and know that my uppercut landed 
solid, but before I can follow up you lean hard against me and both of us push against the ropes, the 
ropes shaking all around the ring and flashbulbs going off from the photographers right below us ...  
Alia: Our bodies pressed hard as your gloves wrap around my back, pinning us and causing our tits to rub 
hard against each other...I feel your hard nipples punching into me as we jostle back and forth in the 
clinch, my crotch feeling like it's on fire as I lean back and you lean even more into me ... both of us 
struggling to get our arms and gloves free when the "DING, DING" sounds ending Round 1 and the ref 
steps between us... 
Alia: My corner squirts water on my face and gets the endswell on my eye ... "You're doing fine...just got 
tagged once or twice...keep it up and you'll wear her down" as my corner towels me off and Dan 
massages my shoulders to keep me loose as I watch you across the ring .... 
Vivian: Immediately I return to my corner right after the bell rings to end the first round. My head is 
ringing after taking the solid uppercut to my jaw which could probably dislocate it if I take many more of 
those. I know that I should get myself to focus and throw the lust away as far as I could if I don't want to 
get any other deadly uppercut like the one I've just taken at my jaw. 
Vivian: Sarah immediately puts an ice pack on my chest for a couple of seconds before she starts to rub it 
all over my left tit, which also caught your uppercut before it landed onto my jaw. I gasp in pain with the 
ice being rubbed on my left tit but the pain is slowly fading away by the seconds. Sarah then looks into 
my eyes and says, "You're doing a good job, Viv, all you have to do is not to get yourself into her 
trap....block her punches to the most vulnerable spots of your body, and then counter whenever you have 
the chance and you will win in this match."  
Vivian: My body is already sweating hard as Sarah gives me that advice before she rubs more and more 
oil all over my topless body and then wipes the sweat off my face with a white towel just before the 
clapboard sounds as the signal of the last 10 seconds of the break.  
Vivian: "Beat her sis," Kathleen says and then she kisses me on my sweaty right cheek before I rise from 
the stool and aggressively pound both of my gloves before the bell rings and starts the second round. 
Vivian: "DING!!! DING!!!" The bell rings and I quickly move from my corner and head to the center of the 
ring to meet you, but this time I decide to play a little bit slower and decide to do whatever Sarah told 
me, so I'm just standing there in the middle of the ring with you and flick some easy jabs towards your 
face as an attempt to make you attack me before I try to counter it. 
Alia: My corner wipes my face and gloves just before the bell, and at the "DING, DING" I decide to be 
more aggressive, instead of the first round when you came out and scored early...I see you stop at mid-
ring and take a tight stance, flicking your jab as I push past it and quickly try to move within striking 
range ... 
Alia: I piston out two straight hard jabs that bounce off your gloves, and come back with a high right 
hand aimed at your temple that you duck away from and dance away ... I again press and wildly swing a 
left hook that comes up short, and I follow with a wide-swinging right and left that may have been too 
slow to land ...  
Vivian: My arms and gloves are still protecting my face and my midsection solidly, but then two straight 
hard jabs penetrate it and cruelly land on my nose, snapping my head backwards two times, but it also 
gives me an advantage to lean my head backwards just a couple of inches away from your right hook 
which aims for my temple. I can feel the wind whistle by my head as I dodge the punch, I can feel that it 
was a hard punch and lucky for me I'm able to dodge it and save my head from terrible pain. I bob to the 
left and right and then start to dance, showing my nice footwork to everybody as I easily dodge the short 
left hook and manage to duck in time when a pair of slow left and right hooks are aimed at my head.  
Vivian: Suddenly I remember everything Sarah had told me, let you attack me and counter it whenever I 
have the chance, and now I realize that I have the chance and I quickly seize it by bending my body a 
little bit and diving my way in towards you, before I swing a wild pairs of well-coordinated left and right 
crosses to your firm titties, followed by a powerful straight right aiming for your left nipple and then a 
left cross again which is aiming for your right nipple. 
Alia: "OWWWWWWWWWW", I cry out in pain as your first left and right ram into my firm tits, feeling 
the leather from your tight 8-oz. gloves pound in against my hard nipples ... but before I can get my 
gloves back in front of me, your perfect right hand rips across one nipple and another perfect left rams 
across my right nipple ... I howl in pain and bring my gloves up in front of my tits, leaving the rest of me 
wide open as my chest throbs in intense pain and my legs go paralyzed for a second ... 
Vivian: "Yeah sisss!!! That's the way it is!!!!" Kathleen yells in the distance, but I know that I can't attack 
your titties anymore since you protect them so well. I raise my body, and knowing that I should change 
the place to attack, I dance and bob to the left and right while the crowds are yelling ,"VIVIAN!!! 
VIVIAN!!! VIVIAN!!!". I keep bobbing and dancing, taunting you with words before I swing another 
powerful left cross to your right eye and a deadly jackhammer right onto your nose, thinking this could 
be the beginning of a brutal slaughter if you can't block my punches anymore. 
Alia: My chest still hurts like fire as I keep my gloves in front of them, protecting them from even more 
assault as I hear the crowd start cheering for you...I wait for your follow-up, but see you step back and 
start taunting, thinking to myself if you'd come after me hard after the tit punches I might be on the 
canvas by now ...  
Alia: The few seconds of listening to your taunts ... "you like those tit punches, you cow" ... gives me a 
little break, but just as I start to recover your left cross cracks in again on my right eye and I feel it 
already starting to swell, and your hard right smashes my nose and I feel blood begin to trickle out ... 
Knowing I'm in trouble if I sit here and take more punches, I quickly duck away from another right and 
while your gloves are high trying to punch me, I slam my right hand into your unprotected abs and follow 
with a hard left hook below the red waistband on your white trunks .... 
Vivian: "Ohhh, really??? How about you messing me up??" I yell as I throw the jackhammers to your 
nose, but then an unexpected punch comes at me and crashes right on my tensed and solid six pack abs, 
giving me a sharp pain and knocking the wind out of me a little bit, before a left hook hits right on my 
pussy, forcing me to squeal in pain and drop my gloves to cup on my crotch, paralyzing me and blinding 
my vision at the moment, leaving my other parts of my oily and sweating body open for attacks.  
Alia: Determined not to do like you did and give a chance to catch breath, I wade in right at you ... with 
your gloves wrapped around your snatch, I shoot a quick one-two left-right across your chin ... seeing 
your white gloves still tight in your crotch, I lower my right glove and uppercut again inside your arms, 
clipping across your chin and raising your head ... I can see the pain on your face as I pound both your 
eyes with straight lefts and rights, trying to do as much damage as I can while your pussy throbs, and I 
can feel your head bob with each shot to your open face ...  
Vivian: "Offf....argggghhh!!" My head snaps sideways as a pair of left and right crosses hit my chin hard 
when it's completely unprotected, spraying the sweat from my wet hair as well as my saliva from my 
mouth to the canvas and some even to your chest, but it's not over yet from you. A sudden and vicious 
uppercut rocks my head backwards and also sprays my sweat and saliva before I stagger backwards and 
land my back on the ropes with arms dropped on both of my sides. 
Vivian: I can hear my coach yelling at me to defend myself from a distance, but it's too late now. My 
head is ringing badly with my blurring vision as both of your gloves come towards me and mercilessly hit 
both of my eyes over and over, forcing my head to bounce back and forth as my eyes are starting to swell 
and turning other colors. 
Alia: With you against the ropes and your arms at your sides, you are wide open for my attack, and this 
time it is my straight right that pounds my hard 8-ounces into your nice left tittie, followed by a straight 
left into the right tit....I feel the soft breasts collapse around my black glove, but before I can take 
advantage anymore, "DING, DING" the timer ends Round 2 and the ref quickly jumps in between my 
gloves and your tits, sparing further damage ...  
Alia: Knowing I missed a golden opportunity to do serious damage to your vulnerable spots, I let an 
"AHHHH" scream out ... but quickly I raise my gloves and for the first time hear the crowd shouting, ALIA, 
ALIA, ALIA" ... "Come on back for some more pain, you cunt" I shout at you before turning and heading 
confidently to my corner.... 
Vivian: "Arrrggghhhh!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!" I scream and howl in pain as your hard 8-oz. glove lands hard 
on my left tit, followed by a left to my right tit ' I feel like my titties are being ripped off by all of those 
punches, but luckily the bell rings and saves me from a terrible beating in the second round. I notice the 
ref quickly jumps in and separates you away from me, yelling at you to go to your corner. 
Vivian: My heart breaks when I hear the crowds are turning against me ' they begin to yell "Alia!!! 
Alia!!! Alia!!!" as my coach and my sis step into the ring and help me walk back to my corner. They 
immediately try to heal me as fast as they can, Sarah with the endswell on both of my eyes to reduce the 
swelling during the break and Kathleen with the ice-pack on both of my reddening titties, trying to ease 
the pain. 
Vivian: "You're still lucky because you're not bleeding yet, Viv, there're only some minor bruises on your 
abs but bad swelling on both of your eyes, you have to protect yourself better than this if you don't want 
to end up like Anna," Sarah says as Kathleen lowers my trunks and then suddenly presses the ice on my 
throbbing crotch. I let out a really long moan as the ice pack touches my pussy, but it feels so great. The 
pain is also starting to fade away slowly before Sarah applies some kind of cool cream along my crotch. I 
ask her what is that for and she says it'll come in handy, so I just nod and lean my oily and sweating back 
against the turnbuckle, trying to catch my breath and relax my body before the bell rings. 
Alia: I am almost to my corner when I realize my tits are still screaming in pain from your earlier shots, 
and my corner brings the ice packs up high against my chest ... My body tenses from the cold but it 
begins to dull the pain, and my trainer works on my swollen right eye with the endswell and jams 
vaseline in my nose to stop the trickle of blood ... despite how much I was in control in the final few 
seconds of Round 2, my tits, eye and nose are showing signs of damage and my trainer yells "you have to 
protect yourself better ... her punches have more on them than you think" ...  
Alia: My body still feels good, having recovered from your earlier rib and ab shots, and my breathing is 
almost back to normal when the clapboard sounds and I stand quickly, looking across the ring at you still 
on your stool .. My corner keeps yelling at me to take my time and pick my shots, and to make sure to 
cover up my nose and eye from your earlier punches ... but I'm not paying attention to them as I await 
the bell for Round 3 ... All I want to do is finish what I started at the end of the last round, when you were 
almost out on the ropes ... I'm already standing and banging my gloves together right when the 
clapboard goes off, ready to go after you right from the bell ... 
Vivian: I know I have to protect myself even better from the previous rounds since my eyes are starting to 
swell as well as the bags under my eyes. They could shut at any moment if they're getting punched over 
and over by your cruel and powerful gloves, but I'm completely ready for Round 3 since there's no cuts 
and bleeding yet from me. "Off you go," says Sarah as she asks me to rise from the stool when the 
clapboard goes off and then she gives me the red mouthpiece again before I bite it and the bell rings. "Go 
get her, tiger," she whispers at me at the "DING, DING," as I aggressively pound both of my gloves and 
head towards you in the center of the ring. This time I decide to play offensive instead of defensive like in 
the second round. 
Vivian: I come towards you with a sudden jab, jab to your face as I'm bobbing to the left and right, trying 
to finish you right away with a solid combo of quick left and right crosses to both of your eyes and then a 
powerful right straight towards your nose. 
Alia: I walk quickly across the ring right at the bell, but surprised to see you come out that quickly after 
the beating you took late in the second round. That surprise causes me to start throwing wild shots, 
trying to land another big punch, missing with almost all as I ignore my corner's instructions to take it 
easy. My wildness, and lack of defense as I wildly throw punches, is punished by your left and right 
crosses, pounding into my eyes and stopping me abruptly. Sweat flies from my face from your two shots 
before ... BAM! ... your right hand crashes into my nose, a hard shot that makes me see stars and causes 
blood to spurt out -- I see dots of my blood on your white glove from the shot ... Dazed for a moment and 
trying to figure out how things could turn so abruptly again, I step backwards and bob and weave away, 
watching to see if you will continue your early attack...  
Vivian: The pain on my reddened titties and on my crotch is still disturbing me a lot even after being 
rubbed by an ice-pack, so I decide to play offense instead of defense .. I remember that term in boxing, 
"Offense is the best defense." I can see you are pretty stunned by my punches, and of course this time I'll 
not let you breathe at all, I'll use the opportunity and try to nail you down to the canvas for the very first 
time in your career. I come towards you with another powerful straight right to your face before I bend 
my body and mercilessly pound both of your ribs with my gloves over and over, trying to drive you into a 
corner before I'm able to finish you soon. 
Alia: I step back and slip your right hand, but when I straighten up after slipping your right your hooks to 
my body got through, hammering my ribs while I hold my guard high to protect there ... A slight "unffff, 
unfff" coming out of me with each hook low on my rib cage, but I try to cover the discomfort and not let 
on how much your shots are affecting my wind. I figure you're still trying to push me backwards to take 
advantage, so as you step forward I feint with a jab, slide to my right side and launch a right hook at 
your jaw before following up with straight lefts and rights at your eyes and forehead, trying to stop your 
forward movement ... 
Vivian: I'm way too excited not to attack, until I didn't see that powerful right hook coming towards me 
and "THWACKKK!!!" hitting hard on my jaw, ringing the bell inside my head and forcing sweat to spray 
from my wet hair as well as saliva from my still perfect mouth, leaving me heavily stunned when more 
straight lefts and rights hit me over and over on both of my swelling eyes. I can feel the swelling getting 
worse and I decide to raise both of my arms...leaving my midsection a little bit wide open when I try to 
counter it with a powerful right hook to your jaw to keep you away from me  
Alia: As your guard goes up, I slide back in front of you after moving to my right earlier, and it was a 
good thing because your big right hook only grazed my jaw ... If I hadn't moved it would have caught me 
flush ... Instead, with your arms high, I plant and quickly double up with the right hand on your abs. Your 
gloves are still high as you tighten your elbows to try to protect your body, but there are still openings 
and I try to hit every one, now relentlessly pounding lefts and rights directly on your waistband, picking 
my shots as your elbows can't cover all the way across your body .... My arms pistoning in quick shots, 
keeping you off balance and hopefully starting to wear down those ab muscles that you were so proud 
of. 
Vivian: I grunt as I miss the shot, and I can feel sharp pain on my belly as your glove smacks it hard, I can 
feel that the gloves are starting to tear into my belly but I'm way too late to protect myself when left and 
right gloves are being pounded onto my navel, knocking the air out of my mouth in every single punch 
and turning my solid six pack abs into red as I'm run out of strategy to defend myself. I can hear Sarah 
yelling at me again in the corner to defend myself but I'm still way too heavily stunned by those tearing 
punches to my navel, I just keep stepping backwards until I don't realize that my back is already hitting 
the white ropes. 
Alia: I continue to throw punches aimed low at your belly, seeing it begin to turn red, and while I'm 
punching your waistband I already see the spots of blood on your white trunks from your crunching of my 
nose in each of the last two rounds ... As you step back I stay right on top of you until you are against the 
ropes, my arms still swinging but starting to ache from all the punches I'm throwing ... I keep expecting 
you to drop your guard to cover your body, to open up some chances for my head shots, but you keep 
your high guard .... Now jack-hammering lefts and rights into your body as you bounce against the ropes, 
your body taking a lot of abuse ... but I realize that every other fighter I've ever faced would already be 
on the canvas, holding their stomach and screaming at this point ... my arms starting to feel like lead, but 
can't let you know that. "You enjoying this, sweetie?" I taunt, but eventually I lean into you against the 
ropes, holding you there while resting my tired biceps. 
Vivian: "Ooofff.....aarrgghhhh.....unnnggghhhh!!!!!" Every single punch causes me to grunt louder and 
louder, and I can feel that my abs are starting to fail after taking a lot of punches onto them. There're 
some blood spots forming under my tensed abs which are starting to turn into black and blue. My knees 
are shaking badly and starting to give up, but I try to keep myself standing as long as I can before you 
come towards me and clinch your oily and sweating body against mine. We both are spraying hot air to 
each other's neck as we try to catch our breath and rest ourselves for a minute, but then i notice that 
there's a chance to attack you 'cause both of my arms are completely free right now. "Enjoying my 
ass!!!" I yell at your face before I suddenly launch a vicious left cross towards your right cheek. I break 
the clinch and then attack you on her face with another straight right and left and right crosses again to 
both of your eyes, but then my attack is stopped by my aching abs. I stop attacking you for a moment 
and cup my six pack abs for a moment, trying to bear with the pain after being hit by your gloves which 
felt like being hit by a sledgehammer, I don't realize that my position right now is really open for an 
attack. 
Alia: I can feel your body trembling as we lean against each other on the ropes, feeling your sweaty body 
against mine creating that same warm feeling in my crotch, and with that brief boost I prepare to punish 
your abs and ribs more when out of nowhere your left hammers into my right cheek, spinning my head 
some as we break from the clinch, and before I can raise my hands your straight right finds my nose 
again, and as I feel the blood leaking out your gloves pound again into my eyes...I can tell you're 
targeting the cut over my right eye, but my left eye also feels puffy and I step back to get my bearings. I 
figure you're going to follow me to try to take advantage, but as I step back I see you holding your navel 
and grimacing ... So those body shots hurt some, huh, I think, but I don't step immediately back in, 
thinking you're trying to draw me in and counter ... Both of us almost taking a much-needed break 
before I piston out two quick jabs, both of them smashing directly into your nose just as the "DING, 
DING" signals the end of Round 3 ... 
Vivian: My head snaps backwards another two times as two quick jabs crash right onto my nose. I can 
feel something warm run down from one of my nostrils and it's blood, I'm surprised that jabs can bloody 
my nose, but lucky for me the round has already ended. Sarah and Kathleen immediately step into the 
ring with the stool and the healing equipment as I walk back to my corner with one hand still cupping on 
my midsection, grunting in pain. I sit on the stool and lean my sweating and oily back against the corner 
before Sarah suddenly slaps my hand away from my midsection. "Goddamn it, Vivian!!! You mustn't 
show that your midsection is injured by her punches, you're a pro boxer and I expect you to know that!" 
Sarah yells at me before she gets the ice-pack and rubs it all over my reddened abs which are slowly 
turning into black and blue. Sarah notices some dark blood under my starting-to-fail abs as she applies 
the ice-pack but she keeps saying that I'm still lucky that I'm still able to see after having three rounds 
with the brutal fighter Alia. I said nothing at all, just nodding to whatever my sis and coach say while my 
eyes are staring at yous sitting on your stool, breathing heavily just like me in the opposite corner, before 
Sarah takes my mouthpiece out of my mouth and gives me a drink to recover my lost stamina. 
Alia: I get back to my corner and sit heavily, trying to regain some energy and air, and quickly both 
cornermen go to work on me. My trainer pushes vaseline into the cut over my right eye and Dan comes 
right behind him with an ice-pack on top while he goes to work with the endswell tool over my left eye 
with one hand and pinches my aching nose together with the other. I can tell from his grip that my nose 
is already broken, and it's going to bleed for the rest of the fight. With an ice-pack, endswell and a hand 
over my nose, I can't see anything as Dan yells "Open your mouth" and he squirts much-needed water in 
there before using the bottle on top of my head to cool me down ... "You gotta protect your face, damn 
it," my trainer yells, "or else she's going to keep slicing you up." But at least Dan's massage has taken the 
soreness out of my arms, and my breathing is almost normal again when the warning sound comes, and 
my face coverings are pulled off as I stand, feeling better than I expected as my trainer pokes more 
vaseline into my nose before I start lightly bouncing on my toes awaiting the bell .... 
Vivian: Sarah quickly tries to reduce the swelling on my eyes which are starting to close with the endswell 
before she rubs the vaseline on both of my eyebrows as a precaution move and wipes the blood off my 
nose with cotton. "Off you go, tiger, beat her and there's a reward coming after this," Sarah whispered at 
me again as I rise from my stool and angrily pound both of my gloves, eager to do some damage on your 
face again as I'm trying to forget about the terrible pain on my abs. Kathleen kisses me right on my 
forehead and then pats my cheek, "Beat her sis and I'll be proud of you." I nod at her and then bounce 
lightly on my toes before I pound my gloves aggressively right after the bell rings as the signal for Round 
4 to start. The crowd jumps to its feet as they can't wait to see their boxing heroes slug each other out in 
this round. Quickly I move away from my corner and head towards you with a fast jab, jab to your broken 
nose and a quick left cross to your right cheek. 
Alia: My trainer yells "cover that face" one more time before I walk out and take a high defensive 
stance...I anticipated you would come out quickly and aim for my cuts and nose, and dodge right to slip 
your opening But my dodging right, I lean right into your cross and it catches me square on the cheek, 
sending sweat and water flying as my head whips around ... Your quickness continues to surprise me as I 
lean back .... I keep my left hand up high to guard, trying to bring your attention up there as I wave it 
around and bob and weave...while I'm doing that, my right drops slowly to my side, and quickly I step 
forward and shoot that right directly at your black-and-blue stomach.... 
Vivian: "Offffffffff!!!!" It feels like my belly is going to be torn in half when getting punched like that. 
"Protect yourself, Viv!!!!" Sarah yells at me as she notices me in a heavily stunned state after getting 
punched in the belly. She knows that I'll be losing my balance and start coughing blood if I don't protect 
myself the best I can. I heard what Sarah told me between rounds, and decide to return the favor by 
swinging another vicious cross at your right eye and then repeatedly smack your belly with my right 
glove over and over as I'm trying to tenderize your abs before something unexpected happens. My 
tensed but failing six pack abs are aching in pain again and force me to yell in pain as I cup them with 
both of my gloves and try to bear with it while the sweat keeps dripping from my hair and body to the 
canvas as well as my blood from one of my nostrils. 
Alia: UNHHHHH....your cross gets past my left guard glove and slams into my eye, and I feel the blood 
and vaseline spurt out ... I hear my corner yelling "cover up! cover up!", I raise both my gloves on both 
sides of my face, but you follow up with your pistoning rights into my stomach, surprising me and pushng 
the wind out of me as I lean over and back up...at the same time, I see you holding your sore abs with 
your gloves as both of us step back and look at each other...I know your abs are hurting, but I can't 
afford an all-out attack since I can't take much more damage on my eye, which is already almost a slit ... 
I slowly step forward to you, my gloves up high and jabbing at your unprotected face, snapping lefts in 
while my right covers my eye ... the rest of me basically open ... 
Vivian: The jabs knock my head backwards again but give me only a little bit of damage while I'm still 
trying to bear with the pain of my failing abs, but then I notice that the left side of your face is completely 
open for an attack. I waste no time and suddenly launch a powerful right cross, aiming for your left eye 
before I release another hand from my belly and launch another vicious left straight towards your nose 
as I'm starting to play aggressively and forget about the pain....at least, trying to. I'm not finished yet 
after I launched those powerful shots to your face, and now it's time for me to return the favor by 
attacking your midsection and trying to destroy it. Quickly I follow your movement and cruelly and 
repeatedly rain your abs with a series of midsection punches ' left, right, left, right, left, right to the abs 
as I'm trying to trap you into a corner, and then a short and vicious haymaker to your left ribs, followed 
by another haymaker to your right ribs. 
Alia: I raise my guard to block your cross toward my eye and your left clips my nose, but with my guard 
high by necessity I realize my body is open....too late, as you catch me leaning in to you and begin to 
pummel my abs .... UNHHHH, UNHHHH, UNHHHHH, UNHHHHHHHHHHH, can feel your tight 8-oz. gloves 
digging deep into me, paralyzing shots as I step back....But you stay right on top of me, hammering at my 
midsection and forcing the air out of me as I back up, suddenly feeling the ropes against both sides of my 
back in a corner .... OWWWWW, my left ribs shake from your haymaker ..... AHHHHH, now on my right 
side....my body shivering and my knees starting to buckle as I hear the crowd pick up the "VIVIAN" chant 
again ... you press forward, putting your head into my chest and chopping away at my midsection ... 
you're too close inside my reach and I can't get off the ropes. 
Vivian: I repeatedly punch you on your abs with the straight rights again before I taunt you with a vicious 
short left cross to your titties, and then a powerful right which mashes your left tit back into your chest 
as I'm milking you. "So this is what you like, right???!!!" I yell at your face as the crowd jumps to its feet 
and chant my name louder and louder, I swing another right cross to your titties and then begin to milk 
you even more with merciless and endless straight left, right, left, right, left, right ' 
Alia: AAAAAAAGGGHHHH .... the pain shifts from my abs to my breasts as you send your first left and 
follow-up right into my tits...I feel them slamming home and try to cover, but my arms cannot stop your 
swinging roundhouses that mercilessly slam my tits .... I feel them already bruising badly and my nipples 
starting to leak fluid and blood...You press forward, keeping me pinned in the corner, and your swinging 
arms whip in blow after blow, drawing snorts and screams from me...try as I might, I can't stop your side 
punches from landing on my breasts without wrapping my arms completely around my chest....That will 
expose the rest of me, but the pain is too intense and I bring my arms and gloves tight against my 
breasts, your punches now bouncing off my covered-up chest. 
Vivian: I grab both of your gloves and then spread her arms apart, giving me a full look at your battered 
titties starting to leak milk and blood. Immediately, I move my mouth closer to your left tit and then suck 
on your nipple, sucking the blood and the milk at the same time while the crowd holds its breath when 
they notice me doing it. I keep sucking it until I stop and angrily stare at your face and spit the remains of 
the bloody milk from my mouth to your face. "You think this is over yet, bitch?!!! It ain't, there's a lot 
more coming!" I yell at you again and then mercilessly pound your crotch over and over with my right 
glove as I'm starting to forget about the pain on my failing abs and start enjoying this a lot. 
Alia: At first when you grab my gloves, I thought you were trying to move them for more abuse...but 
suddenly I feel your mouth on my left tit and sucking, and even with the pain my crotch starts feeling 
warm and my tit starts feeling better with your lips. I almost relax when I feel your spit and my bloody 
milk on my face and hear you yelling, but I am in no position to respond verbally .... 
OOOOOWWWWWW....you use your left arm and glove to hold against my chest and my gloves, holding 
my guard up, as your right hammers into my crotch HARD ... a shock wave goes through my body as your 
glove smashes deep into my pussy .... OWWWW, and AGAIN...and AGAIN....and AGAIN ... your right 
hand a machine of feminine destruction as it becomes a battering-ram against my mound ... the defining 
noise of the crowd starting to echo in my head as I try to focus on you, almost smiling as the pain grows 
worse .... OOWWWWWWW, one last right hand pounds my crotch, and my body gives way and I sink to 
both knees in the corner....  
Vivian: "Bitch!!!" I spit at your back before I grab both sides of your trunks and pull them from your 
waist, undressing you fully as I'm giving the crowd the sight of your nude body in the ring. I grab the 
trunks with one of my gloves and lift them into the air, posing a victorious pose before I spank your ass 
with one of my gloves and happily head towards the neutral corner before the ref jumps in and start the 
count. "This is what I'm talking about, sis!!!!" Kathleen yells and jumps happily on her feet, smiling at me 
at the neutral corner while the ref is starting her count on the nude and beaten Alia. 
Alia: My trunks torn off, I watch you walk across the ring holding them....I try to shake the pain between 
my legs, my kneeling positing actually bringing a little relief, and the time you took to strip me and taunt 
me actually giving me a few more seconds before the referee came in ... "1 .... 2 .... 3 ...." I hear him 
counting as I raise my head and try to catch my breath ... "4 .... 5 .... 6.... ", his count continues as I reach 
and grab the middle rope, getting up on one knee ... My senses starting to slowly come back and I see 
and hear the corner crew yelling, "get up, the round's almost over, get up and the bell will save you!" 
Everything is in slow motion as I look across the ring and see you in the other neutral corner, your arms 
waving at the crowd ..."7 .... 8 ..." the referee yells as I slide my other foot under me and slowly stand, 
wobbly in the corner ... the referee wipes my gloves and asks if I want to continue, and I nod vigorously 
as he waves you in ...  
Vivian: "Hmm....seem like the bitch needs another pounding and probably doesn't want to live any 
longer," I say to myself as I start walking slowly to the center of the ring and hear the clapboard sounds 
as the signal for the last 10 seconds of the round. I don't waste my time anymore and quickly head 
towards you, welcoming the your nude body with a superman punch to your broken nose and then a 
vicious left uppercut to your swelling pussy as I want you to feel my white gloves and your own blood 
which is staining my white gloves and on your pussy. 
Alia: CRAAACK....your punch hammers my nose just before your glove slams my pussy one lst time just 
ahead of the "DING, DING" to end the round ... My pussy almost numb as your last shot sends a last stab 
of pain through me, as my corner crew vaults the ropes and carries me back to my corner ... Quickly they 
towel me off, rubbing my blood off my tits and face before toweling my pussy, finding a combination of 
blood and juice as my crotch is flowing ... if not for the pain, it would be a pleasurable feeling...quickly my 
trainer pops ice packs on both breasts and a larger one between my legs, the sensation making me 
scream but also bringing me much-needed relief ... "You can't take a lot more of this," he screams at me. 
"You've got to cover up and run from her for a while." While he is working my pussy and tits, Dan has the 
endswell above my eye and is pinching my nose...fortunately I didn't sustain any more eye damage and 
the vaseline has at least slowed my nosebleed down ... I still ache almost everywhere when I hear the 
clapboard go off, but the intense pain has slowed down ... "stay away from her for a round" my trainer 
yells as I stand and shed the icepacks, getting one last towel-off everywhere on my body, naked except 
for gloves and boots, before the bell ... 
Vivian: "That's what I'm talking about, sis!!!" Kathleen immediately jumps onto my lap as soon as I sit 
myself on the stool and lean my oily and sweating back against the turnbuckle, but Sarah immediately 
pushes her away and checks on me. "Good job Viv, another beating like this for the next two rounds will 
probably end her career as a boxer," Sarah said proudly as she doesn't bother to give me some advice 
about how to fight you, she just asks me to use whatever kind of punches that I'm feeling to use right 
now. She also doesn't bother to check on my nose as the bleeding is already stopped. Sarah just takes the 
mouthpiece out of my mouth and then gives me a drink before she spills some water on top of my head 
to cool off some steam. I can hear the clapboard sound and Sarah gives me the mouthpiece again before 
I bite it and aggressively pound both of my gloves like I usually do before the round starts, so eager to 
beat you into a bloody pulp in this round and the next round if you manage to make it that long. Quickly 
and aggressively I move from my corner, and ignoring the pain on my abs which is slowly fading away, I 
launch another left cross to your right eye as I'm trying to draw more blood for the crowd, and then two 
quick and vicious right uppercuts towards your black and blue pussy. 
Alia: I haven't had to do this in any other fight, but I have been trained for it and I realize it's time to get 
on the bicycle ... almost from the "DING, DING" I am back-pedaling, slowly in the middle of the ring and 
quicker near the ropes where you are more likely to hem me in again ... Your left cross at my vaseline-
crammed cut eye slides by as I lean back, and I dance away barely as your shots at my crotch land on my 
hip ... some of the crowd starts to yell "booooooo" at my stalling tactics, but it's my only chance as my 
body needs a few more minutes of recovery ... I backpedal away as you stalk me repeatedly, and I can 
see how anxious you are to abuse me some more because you are overanxious and telegraphing your 
punches ... I use my extended arms to try to ward off most of your punches, a couple of them getting 
through but most of your hooks and crosses coming up short or bouncing off my arms ... I can hear you 
yelling at me in frustration, daring me to fight ... but as you raise your gloves for more punching I get a 
good look at your abs and see them almost turning black with pooled blood under the skin ... A perfect 
target, if I can only recover enough to attack. 
Vivian: "C'mon bitch, is this the way you fight, coward??!!!" I yell at you in frustration as I'm waving my 
gloves to call you in to fight, but then I get impatient and move closer to you, grabbing your waist and 
then pushing you towards the corner. "You're going to pay for what you've done to my lovely abs, 
bitch!!!!" I can see you are eyeing my ugly black and blue abs and I decide to return the favor to you by 
cocking my right glove backwards and sending a deadly straight right to your solar plexus, followed by 
repeating left hooks to your right ribcage, looking to crack or even break your ribs before I move towards 
your head and aim a vicious combo of left and right crosses to both of your swollen and almost shut eyes 
as I'm looking to blind you and make you my punching bag for the rest of the match. 
Alia: My body was starting to slowly recover before your cocked right slammed into my plexus, pushing 
me again into the ropes that I grab with my left hand, my right side aimed toward you .... 
BAMMMMM!!!!!!!! BAMMMMMMM!!!!! your left hooks pound that side, my ribcage shuddering and 
ribs likely broken as pain again races through my chest and body ...By instinct, I turn my right side away 
from you and face you head on, and you greet me with pounding crosses into both of my eyes, the 
second one on the right side ripping open the cut even more as I feel blood running down both sides of 
my right eye. I I reach out and grab your arms, almost stumbling as I lock around you, clinching to hold 
on, my naked crotch pushed against your cool satin trunks which are now heavily stained with my 
blood... you push me back against the ropes and pin me there again ... My fighter's mind says to punch 
your wrecked abs, but you are back in too low and tight against me to offer any kind of target. 
Vivian: I cock back my right glove and then launch a short and deadly uppercut straight into your broken 
abs, hoping it'll tear inside of you and force you to pee yourself and humiliate you mentally and 
physically inside the ring, maybe giving you trauma for the rest of your life ' or, at least something to 
remember if by chance you ever see me again. But that's only the beginning of my finisher. I clench both 
of my fists hard under my blood stained white gloves and then whack your broken face over and over 
while the sweat and blood from your broken face sprays toward the crowd sitting at ringside. The ring 
immediately turns into a pool of blood as I keep whacking your face mercilessly. As the finisher, I bend 
my body the lowest I can and jump towards the air, sending a devastating right uppercut with tons of 
power behind of it aiming for your chin. 
Alia: Separated by your short but powerful uppercut that pounded my body, I lean back heavily, almost 
sitting on the middle rope, can't hold my gloves up above waist-level anymore to offer a defense, and ... 
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, your stained gloves pound into my face .... UNHH, UNHH, my head swiveling 
back and forth as my eyes are nothing but slits, and your punches sending blood spurting into the canvas 
... I look through the slits of my eyes and see you lean over and suddenly go airborne .... 
WHAMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!! ... your right hand devastates my chin, I feel the bone crack as I crumple to 
the canvas again, my legs tucked under me as I sit and lean half-conscious against the ropes... 
Vivian: My crotch feels another tingling pleasure as the blood from your broken face sprays onto my 
arms, face and even my chest. Seeing you this way makes my pussy leak its own juice without me 
noticing it, I feel sexually aroused from beating my opponent this way. I think to myself, "Alia doesn't 
meet my expectations at all, she doesn't give me too much fight at all." The ref immediately jumps in and 
checks on you, beaten and bloody and out cold after taking my vicious finisher. I throw both of my arms 
into the air while Kathleen and Sarah happily jump into the ring and hug me, giving me a shirt to wear 
before I turn my body around to you and head towards you, pushing the ref away and spreading you legs 
widely. "You said that you wanted to mess me up, right ??? But now, I'm the one who's messed you up, 
bitch!!!!" I let out an animal scream and stomp your crotch a couple of times with my right boxing boot 
before I let your legs go and throw my arms into the air again. 
Alia: My trainers can't get to me in time before your stomps send even more rushes of pain through me, 
and they push you away as they grab my arms and carry me back to my corner, using the ice packs again 
to deaden the pain ... I lean back, my bloody and sweaty back against the turnbuckle, barely conscious, 
but not so out that I can't see you through the slits of my eyes, watching you parade around the ring with 
your gloves in the air, the new champion on this night ... Even in my badly-injured state, my mind is 
already filling with thoughts of getting revenge, and I have already vowed to face you again and make it 
turn out very differently when the announcer goes to the mike .... 
"Ladies and gentlemen, the winner at the 2:10 mark of the fifth round by knockout, still unbeaten with 
16 wins and no losses, all 16 of them by knockout, and NEW world champion, VIVIAN "THE VICIOUS" 
SMITH!!!!!!!!!!" As he finishes, bout officials come forward with the championship belt and fasten it 
around Vivian's waist. 
Vivian: I raise both of my gloves onto the air and happily smile to the camera, even though my eyes and 
my six pack abs are in a bad state right now, but the happiness can't be described as I'm the fighter who 
is able to give you the first loss of your career. Kathleen and Sarah are clapping their hands for me as 
well as the thousands in the audience, while the photographers are busy taking my bloody topless 
pictures after my five-round knockout win. Sarah then loops her left arm behind my neck while my sis 
loops her right arm before they both whisper, "Let's celebrate your winning, Viv" at the same time and 
head back to the locker room, when I decide to have a long shower to clean the blood away from my 
sweating and oily body and probably think about the match again from the beginning -- while playing 
with myself and having thunderous orgasms.