Ginger vs. Kyoto
By Steely Dan, steelydan1923@yahoo.com
Ginger shows the power of American muscle in this short boxing story.

Ginger bounced lightly on the balls of her feet in her corner, waiting for the bell, and just that slight 
movement drew the intense interest of the almost-all male, almost-all Japanese crowd. They were there 
to watch and support their countrywoman, female champion Kyoto. But from the time Ginger walked to 
the ring, most of the men rarely took their eyes off her, even when Kyoto walked down the aisle and 
climbed between the ropes. 
Who could blame them? Ginger looked stunning, her blonde hair something that the Japanese rarely 
saw in their own country. And she had never been in better shape. Her intense workouts had left her 
ripped in all the right places ' her calves and thighs rippled with every bounce, her biceps peaked as she 
shadowboxed, and the tautness of her abs was highlighted by the sheen of sweat she'd already built. 
Even before she removed her robe, she provided a stark contrast to her pudgy Japanese opponent, who 
had a roll of stomach bulging out over the waistband of her red trunks. But Kyoto was solid and strong, 
and her fans had seen her red gloves pummel every previous opponent to the canvas ' where she 
would stand over her defeated foes, her red hair flying as she raised her gloves in victory. 
The fans expected another big win for Kyoto, but they were still fascinated with the American, and there 
was a collective murmur from the crowd when Ginger shed her robe and walked to mid-ring. Her gold 
boxing outfit barely covered her nicely rounded ass and her breasts that rode high on her chest, which 
rose and fell with her deep breathing as the two fighters met with the referee. 
The instructions were brief, but Ginger wasn't listening anyway. She was watching Kyoto's eyes and was 
smiling as her cornerman massaged her shoulders to keep her loose. The grin seemed to confuse the 
Japanese champ, and Ginger kept it as she walked backward to her corner. 
"What was that all about?" her cornerman asked as the 10-second warning timer went off. "I wanted 
her to know that I was looking forward to punishing her," Ginger said. "Don't take her lightly," the 
cornerman said, "she may not look like it, but she hits like Godzilla." 
"Then it's time to take the monster out," Ginger said, just before the "DING, DING" sounded to start the 
bout. 
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Ginger was a brawler by nature. She loved the sound of her gloves pummeling her opponent, and the 
more they landed, the more punches she usually threw. Many had told her that being more patient and 
picking her shots against the Japanese strongwoman might be a better strategy, but that was quickly 
cast aside as she walked right at Kyoto and started unloading with both hands. 
Her punches landed heavily on her Japanese foe, jabs and crosses battering her head back and forth and 
opening up her pudgy body when Kyoto raised her gloves high to ward off Ginger's head attack. That 
was what Ginger had hoped for, as she dug hooks with both hands into the body. Kyoto's whole body 
shook as she backed into the ropes, unable to launch a counter-attack or even throw a punch as Ginger's 
fists pounded her from all angles. 
Kyoto was Ginger's punching bag for most of the first round as she leaned heavily on the ropes and 
absorbed punishment, and it wasn't until the final few seconds that she started swinging back when 
Ginger's attack finally slowed. Still, Ginger still had her Japanese foe tucked in against the ropes when 
the bell rang to end Round 1. 
Kyoto's handlers jumped into the ring to help their boxer back to her corner. Ginger didn't need the 
help, but she sat heavily on the stool. The non-stop punching for most of the round had winded her, and 
she was breathing heavily as her cornerman squirted water into her mouth and some on her shoulders 
to cool her off before toweling off her damp and sweaty face and body. 
"Great round, champ," he said to her. "You've got her on the run already, just relax and take your time 
and don't punch yourself out. She's solid and she can take a lot of punishment." "And she's going to take 
a lot more," Ginger said as she stood from the stool, banging her gloves together and anxiously awaited 
the start of the next round. 
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The second round was almost a carbon copy of the first, with Ginger pounding her Japanese opponent 
from the opening bell. Her hand speed allowed her power shots to land heavily on Kyoto's head and 
body before she could respond and block most of them. The noise of Ginger's gloves pelting Kyoto's 
light-colored skin, the "WHOOMP," "WHOOMP", was audible above the din of the crowd. 
Kyoto spent most of the round with her back against the ropes, and Ginger kept her body right in front, 
lashing out punches as the Japanese fighter took a pounding and only managed an occasional counter 
punch that thudded off Ginger's gloves. But Kyoto never wavered, her knees never buckled and she 
never looked in danger of going down despite the boxing lesson she was receiving. 
Just before the bell ending the round, Ginger's arms were growing punch-weary, but it didn't stop her 
from having enough to rip an uppercut behind Kyoto's defenses. The shot slashed across the Japanese 
boxer's large breasts, ripping the white fabric of her top right in the middle and letting her sagging tits 
bounce free. The sight, and the roar from the male crowd, gave Ginger even more energy as she used 
Kyoto's breasts as targets, pounding lefts and rights off her chest until the "DING, DING" stopped the 
onslaught and ended Round 2. 
As Ginger was being cooled down and toweled off by her cornerman between rounds, she watched in 
the other corner as Kyoto's handlers finished stripping off the tatters of her top, showing all of her 
pudgy body except what was covered by her loose red trunks. "Take my top off," she barked to her 
cornerman, and he quickly obliged, unhooking the gold top and exposing Ginger's stunning breasts. 
The male crowd began whooping as Ginger stood, turning a small circle in her corner with her gloves 
raised over her head and waving at the crowd. Again, even though it was Kyoto's home crowd, all the 
male eyes were riveted on the American as her chest heaved as she breathed deeply and smiled at the 
crowd, confident that she would continue to abuse the flabby body of her oriental foe as soon as the 
bell sounded. 
"DING, DING" it did as Ginger bounded out to continue her gloved assault. 
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To start Round 3, Ginger came out bouncing on her toes, knowing that the sight of her firm tits moving 
up and down would send the Japanese males in the audience into a frenzy. And she was right ' before 
she moved in close to continue the assault on Kyoto, she heard the roars from the crowd and saw 
several of the men at ringside reaching for their crotches, about to start jerking off just from watching 
her. 
The thought that she had that kind of effect, helping the small Japanese penises grow, also got her warm 
inside ' except for her breasts, whose exposure to the cool air had made her nipples pop out like wine 
corks. The only thing that made her feel better was the thrill of feeling her gloves pound into her 
opponent. She again focused on Kyoto, who was slow to get off her stool to begin the round, and it 
didn't take Ginger long to back the Japanese boxer into her own corner with her fast combinations. 
Ginger was swinging punch after punch at Kyoto, who was absorbing all of those shots, and had reached 
the point that she didn't worry much about defending against a counterattack. In fact, Ginger began to 
taunt her foe before each of her hardest shots. "Come on, piggy, let me punch that pork belly," she 
screamed as her left hook buried deep into Kyoto's fleshy side. "I'll see if I can beat some of the flesh off 
those fat tits," she yelled as an uppercut banged under one of those floppy breasts. "Since I already got 
your top, I think I'll take those trunks, too," she said as she slammed a one-two right on the waistband of 
Kyoto's red trunks. 
Ginger had a big smile on her face as she stood straight up momentarily, watching her opponent leaning 
against the corner pad, and stepped in for what she thought was going to be a final exchange. Surely 
Kyoto couldn't stand up much longer. 
That was when Kyoto suddenly pivoted her right foot forward and SLAMMED a left hook into Ginger's 
unprotected and unprepared abs. The American was incredibly strong there, but after beating her 
opponent up for two rounds she wasn't ready for that kind of shot, and the "UNHHHHHHH" that 
escaped Ginger's lips was loud enough to be heard even over the din of the crowd. 
As Ginger doubled over, Kyoto swung a right hand that started below the knees and thundered an 
uppercut that grazed across the American's firm tits and slammed under her chin. Ginger was hurled 
back off her feet by the force of that single blow, and suddenly found herself on her back at mid-ring, 
dazed and not knowing what had just happened. All she could hear was the crowd roaring, and all she 
could see was Kyoto standing at her feet, suddenly looking bigger than life. 
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"4 ' 5 ' 6 ' 7 '" the referee counted off before Ginger realized she was about to be counted out. She 
struggled to her feet at the "9" count, only to have Kyoto rush in and power her into a corner. The 
Japanese fighter leaned heavily on Ginger, using her pudgy body's weight advantage, and began mauling 
the American's body with close punches. 
This time, at least, Ginger was able to tense her impressive ab muscles, but Kyoto was also ripping those 
short punches up under Ginger's breasts, causing her to howl in pain and sending the crowd into 
hysterics as they watched their hometown favorite pounding Ginger's assets. "Yes, all the men love the 
tits," Kyoto hissed in halting English as the two boxers clinched. "I now make them all black and blue." 
Ginger did her best to clinch and hold and still had her back against the corner pad when the bell 
sounded to end Round 3. 
She stumbled back to her corner and sat heavily on her stool as her cornerman began dousing her with a 
cold sponge to revive her and holding her tired arms high to try to force air into her lungs. He followed 
with cold packs on her sore tits that Kyoto had mauled most of the round. 
"I told you to be careful, that she could hit," he told her. Ginger didn't respond, just nodded her head 
and concentrated on getting her breath back and prepare for the quickly-coming next round. "Just use 
your speed and stay away from her for a while," he said as Ginger stood and looked across the ring. 
Kyoto was already off her stool and had a big grin on her face as the "DING, DING" sounded for Round 4. 
At the bell, Kyoto came straight ahead, and Ginger followed the advice and kept back-pedaling while 
ducking away from the Japanese fighter's wild shots. It was contrary to Ginger's desire to brawl, but it 
worked as she slowly began to recover and Kyoto began to miss with punches more and more often. 
By the time the round ended, Ginger was even starting to counter with jabs and crosses when Kyoto 
would miss, and when the bell sounded to end the round it was the blond that looked to be back and in 
control.  
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"She's tired," Ginger's cornerman yelled at her between rounds 4 and 5. "Dig down deep in that 
stunning body of yours, and you'll take her out." 
Ginger was smiling by the time the bell sounded for Round 5, and it only took a few seconds before she 
was in control again. She quickly hurt Kyoto with a right hand to her cheek that backed the Japanese 
fighter into the ropes, and followed with a roundhouse right that wobbled her knees. Kyoto struck back 
with another hard body shot, but Ginger saw it coming and tensed her rock-hard abs to the point that 
Kyoto's punch virtually bounced off. 
Two more jabs put Kyoto back against the ropes again before Ginger doubled up with left hooks to 
Kyoto's slumping waistband and followed with an uppercut that pounded off her chin, sending her to 
one knee as the crowd roared. Ginger stood over her Japanese foe and yelled "Get up, bitch ' I'm just 
starting to have fun beating you up," before the referee stepped between. 
Ginger raised her arms over her head and waved to the crowd as she turned away, her breasts heaving ' 
a sight that whipped the male spectators that hadn't already orgasmed into even more of a frenzy. She 
bounced to a neutral corner and watched as Kyoto used the ropes to pull herself up as the referee 
counted. 
Ginger saw that Kyoto's eyes were hazy and realized the uppercut had hurt her badly, and she waded in 
with vicious crosses with both hands. She was close to putting Kyoto down again when the bell sounded 
ending Round 5. 
Kyoto's handlers had to support her by both arms as they helped her to her corner, while Ginger had 
found a new surge of energy with her comeback. She disdained the stool, showing her opponent and the 
crowd the peak condition that her body was in, and stood with her arms on the top rope as her 
cornerman squirted water in her mouth and across her chest before taking his time in toweling her off. 
"Enjoying yourself?," she laughed as she stuck out her tits even more against the towel, and both were 
laughing just before the bell for Round 6 ' and both half-expected Kyoto not to come out for the round. 
But when the "DING, DING" sounded, her handlers almost pushed her back upright and out into the 
middle of the ring. 
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It took Ginger only seconds to back Kyoto into her own corner, with a left hook and a right cross pushing 
her back hard against the corner pad. An uppercut lifted her a couple of inches off the canvas, and left 
the Japanese fighter helpless, her arms hanging at her sides. 
"Night, night, you pig," Ginger yelled at her opponent as she launched a bone-crushing right to her 
stomach. Kyoto doubled over with a loud "AAAGGGHHHHH" and crumpled to the canvas, both arms 
wrapped around her body. Ginger stood there, her gloves up and at the ready, but knowing she had 
thrown the last punch she would need. 
By the time the referee stepped in and began counting, Ginger was bouncing around the ropes, striking 
her impressive double-bicep to all four sides of the ring and the erotically-charged crowd. Most of the 
men were exhausted from repeated orgasms from watching Ginger and seeing her dismantle their 
champion, but they were still yelling loud enough to drown out the referee as he finished his "8 ' 9 ' 
10!" count. Kyoto was still on her side clutching her stomach when her handlers jumped through the 
ropes. 
Ginger's cornerman grabbed her around her ass and boosted her up as she waved at the crowd, 
celebrating her victory and giving the Japanese male crowd one last look at her incredible body before 
the referee wrapped the title belt around her waist and held one glove high.