Yet ANOTHER short FVF boxing story (part 2!)
Hazel rested behind the chain link fence of the backyard arena. Anxious about her first fight there. Female fighters all reclined at the front rows waiting for their chance to compete against one another.
In the arena two women were squaring off against one another. They circled each other, both of them giving off brutal wolf-like glares. In the backyard arena, there was competition in nearly every aspect. Every woman here wore light makeup to make themselves look more appealing. They wore racy outfits. More fit for a modeling gig than a bare-knuckle boxing match.
It was all to excite the betting men (and women). Money always went to the most attractive women. And the best fighters.
Hazel was jolted awake by a huge *Twhack!* and the crowd going wild. Apparently the fight had started. A blond white prizefighter had just downed a tanned brunette. They both wore rhinestone coated colorful bras, their bottom briefs were cut out to leave just enough to the imagination. The crowd roared on as the blond dove into the brunette and started to pound her senseless with her bare fists.
This was more extreme then classic boxing, it was worse than MMA. This was classic Bare-knuckle fighting. Headsets and gloves were frowned upon. Hazel needed a head gear now more than ever, but Rick, her fight manager. Claimed it was ‘too expensive’.
The crowd cheered on as the blond bore down against the brunette. A sickening thwack sounded out with each punch, adorned in her classic red boxing robe. Hazel felt nauseous, she was gonna be in that ring soon, fighting another woman until knockout, the last time she did that it ended poorly. *Very* poorly.
The only positive out of her last fight was that she met Danielle. The woman wearing purple lingerie who pulled Hazel’s half nude body into the warmth of her shelter. She had been learning how to fight from her ever since, but it had been slow going. And Danielle often joked about how often she’d hit the mat in her own fights. It didn’t really inspire confidence.
“Come on! Give me a challenge!” The blond screamed out at the knocked down Brunette,
The Brunette lowered her fists to the mat. The look on her face made it obvious, she gave up.
The Blond looked to the crowd and shrugged, she scoffed and knelt down. Caressing the bruised cheek of the defeated brunette, before removing her top, showing her chest off to everyone in the backyard.
Boos started to rain out from the crowd as the fight was clearly over. The Brunette was out cold, this was just cruel. One by one the bystanders started to scold the blond fighter out. She ignored them and dropped the sporty underwear onto the disgraced Brunette fighter, she laid a bare foot onto the Brunette’s toned stomach and flexed her muscles for the jeering audience.
The referee finally stepped in and called the match: “Alright! It’s over, calling it for Jess, someone get Kymberlee outta here!” The crowd applauded his decision, as Kymberlees ring staff slowly picked her up.
As she slowly came back into consciousness, she denied the bra her ring staff offered to her. Apparently she wanted to ‘wear her shame’ some of the audience were supportive as they watched her sweaty defeated body leave the ring.
Competition was a given in this place, it was only natural. So many tough women gathered in one place to find out who the better one was. Who *wouldn’t* be competitive?
someone approached Hazel from behind, the heavy breathing and fat footsteps gave an unmistakable impression. It was Rick,
He shuffled nearby and took out a clipboard.
“Hazel,” he acknowledged, “you’re up, now listen, you went down last match when you went up against Sam, that was unacceptable. I lost a lot of money in that fight. But In here? I get a commission off of throwing fighters in that pit, so it don’t make no difference if you lose or not, well. It makes a difference to *you*. But I’ll be fine. So no pressure sweetie, you can lose today.”
He shuffled around a bit before patting Hazel on the back, “have some fun out there, give em’ a show, and don’t injure your goods too badly!” He joked. Before leaving Hazel with her paranoia.
This was gonna be rough.
“Now! We begin the fifth fight of today! In the Red corner! We have the up and coming newcomer to our humble little hamlet! It’s the one! The only! Hazel Maywood!”
Hazel stood up to the allure of the crowd, to her right, Danielle cheered her on, dressed in similar purple attire for her future match.
Hazel put on a brave face and marched into the scrap of lawn that qualified for a ring. She stood at the center and disrobed her bright red boxing robe, showing off her ample cleavage and ass in her sporty attire. A bright red latex WWE esque getup. Which made her curves stand out to the audience, she raised a nervous fist in the air and listened to the roars of applause. For the first time in forever, that applause felt exhilarating in a way.
“And in the other corner! You know her! You love her! Lola Smith! The Ebony Panther!”
Lola strode into the ring with confidence and pride. A sultry look on her face that dignified her arrival to the fight. She admired the physique of her opponent, before giving a mocking look to the crowd, almost like a ‘Is *this* what impresses you?’ Before disrobing her black white rimmed showcoat, revealing her thick curves and buxom plump cleavage. Much more impressive than Hazel’s.
Hazel tried not to notice the crowd cheering Lola on with more enthusiasm. She tried to focus on Danielle, who was still cheering for Hazel. The only one in her corner right now. (Metaphorically of course.)
Lola ran her hands down her black ebony skin. She made sure to show off every inch of her body in her attire. The classic black with white rimmed getup fit her well. A lace tie in fit up her chest, as the bra itself left little to the imagination. Her midriff spoke wonders towards the local fitness trainers in town. It made even the most reserved of the audience aroused.
A classic wrestler like black bottom with netting running down her legs completed the look. Her curly long hair dropped down to her shoulders. Though she soon tied her long hair into a ponytail.
“Who wants to bet on me knocking this bitch out at round one!” She screamed out to the audience. A sporadic roar of cheers called out for Hazels defeat. A pang of annoyance rang out in her, that was unsporting, it was obnoxious, Hazel knew she was going to lose today, but Lola didn’t have to rub it in.
They stood bust to bust. In front of each other, Hazel couldn’t help but compare thier bodies. She got a disappointing result. Lola looked gorgeous. Even more than Danielle, Hazel felt the contempt in her boil even hotter. Lola gave a condescending smirk.
“What’s wrong girl? Scared of losing?” She taunted,
Hazel looked over to Danielle, she gave a supportive thumbs up, making her more eased up. They both bumped gloves and separated to prepare, Hazel put on a mouthpiece and had a ring man wrap her fists up, Lola did the same, adorning her fists with a deep grey wrapping, Lola joined Hazel in the middle once again to start the match, before whispering one final taunt: “You’re going down.”
Hazel glared at her, it was on now. She didn’t know much about fighting, but she knew enough, she was gonna put Lola on her ass and teach her to be humble, Lola made it personal, that was a mistake, or so Hazel thought.
“Alright! Begin!”
The bell rung, and the two fighters started to make distance between each other. Before coming back together, Hazel noted down that this specific technique was more of a measurement of the other fighters control, and her ability to size you up. Wether she acts on instinct, or control. Lola was a dangerous mix of both.
Hazel took a quick sidestep, Lola mirrored her. Hazel paused and took another step back, prompting a quick laugh from the audience. She glared even harder, and decided to take a more unorthodox approach to this match.
She jutted forth by feinting an uppercut, but swung her right arm in an intense motion. The hit collided hard with Lolas skull, pushing her back to the floor, she gave a small grunt with the hit, only feeding into Hazels contempt. The crowd gave a sanctioned groan of compassion.
Hazel admired Lolas knocked down figure, if only for a second, before diving after her and straddling the ebony panther. She bore down on her opponent, dropping elbows and fists onto the surprised Lola, who had wisely pulled up her fists to protect her face.
Hazel growled in a show of aggression, “Oh no you don’t! Open up!”
She technically broke the rules by pulling Lolas defense aside, prompting a round of condemnation from the Surrounding audience. She didn’t care though. Lola was going down. Regardless of what the rules said.
Hazel pounded Lolas open face and chest three time’s, before the referee stepped in an pulled the two apart, he set Hazel aside and called for a penalty warning. The dazed but still attractive Lola went back to her corner for a checkup, before the two fighters went back to the middle.
“What was that about the second round?” Hazel taunted back.
“Oh, You’re a feisty one, you got me there Maywood, but you made a mistake. You fucked with the wrong bitch.” Lola replied.
They bumped gloves and started the fight again. But it was different this time. Lola jumped into a clinch, the two bodies clashed against each other. Hazel groaned out and tried to push against Lola, but she was too strong, her body too conditioned. Lola pressed herself against Hazel in a seductive way, before pushing her aside and knocking her senseless with a series of jabs and hooks to the jaw.
It was all to distract her! Lola was playing an intense game in the ring, and so far, Hazel was on the back foot,
Hazel pulled up her fists to guard herself from the bombardment, but that just left another opening for Lola, she opened up with a serious punch to the stomach.
Hazel wheezed out and fell on top of Lola, out of breath, she tried to support herself onto the ebony panther. Before Lola shoved her back onto the ground.
“Ooooh! That looked like a painful body shot that Lola has just inflicted! Hazel needs to get up soon, or this match will be shorter than her last fight!” The announcer bellowed.
Hazel was seeing stars. The crowd roared on as Lola pressed her advantage. She straddled Hazel and placed her wrapped hands on Hazels chest, she pushed herself forward to a mounted position, and started to beat down on Hazel.
Punch after punch flew by, knocking Hazels head around like it was a dodgeball. Lola raised her fists up, almost to declare her victory prematurely.
Blood flushed through Hazels face, her skin felt hot. Not just from the woman sitting on her, she felt rage. Hazel broke the crowds expectations by drilling a strong punch right into Lolas stomach, she doubled over onto Hazel, giving up her controlling mounted position. Hazel threw her hands on Lolas ass and pushed her off of Hazels chest.
Lola yelped out as she fell over. Some in the crowd laughed at the display. Hazel pulled herself up and readied her body for the rest of the round, Lola jumped back up, face slightly red.
“Hey!” She yelped out again. She looked around to the laughing crowd in disbelief. Her face flushed with anger. “Alright then *bitch* …” She glared. “It’s on.”
They both approached each other again. Hazel tried to maintain her distance, but Lola closed the gap between the two. Suddenly Lola jumped for a clinch. Hazel, in shock, stumbled back into the chain-link fence. She pressed herself against the fence in a defensive stance. But all she did was lock herself into a corner. Lola suddenly stopped and converted her dive into a spinning haymaker!
It was a feint! She wanted Hazel to think she was clinching! Hazel stumbled around to avoid the punch, but it was too late. A heavy glove collided with her cheek in a *thwack!*
“Ooooh! Looks like Maywood just took a nasty blow to the face. She’s pressed against the cage now! I can’t bear to watch… Oh, what am I saying? Of course I can!” The announcer boomed.
Hazel groaned as Lola pressed against her, fighting stance prepared, Hazel winced for the attack.
Punches started to fly. Hazel could only absorb the blows but it was too much. Hazel’s head rocked back and forth with the assault, she gasped slightly with each punch. Until a powerful shot to the chest forced her to double over in pain.
“No! Get out of there Hazel!” Danielle screamed out from her seat.
Danielle, she was watching from the stands. Hazel apologized to her silently. It must have been painful to see this happen to her pupil.
Lola wrapped her arms around Hazel’s back. And bent down, pushing her into the cage wall. Hazel groaned out loud, a drop of blood flowing from her nose onto the grass below, Lola relished the agonizing cries from Hazel. She grinned at the audience member looking on across from
Her and threw a knee to Hazels stomach.
Hazel fell into Lola with the kick. Giving a loud “oohhmm!” The crowd roared on as Lola let off on a series of kicks. Devastating the poor brunette. And downing her. Hazel crashed into the floor. Right Below Lola’s boots.
The match wasn’t going well. Lola appealed to the crowd. Causing a roar of applause at Hazels suffering. Hearing that roar. The crowd cheering on her stiff body on the ground. It made her angry. The blood spilling out of her onto the floor, only adding to her fury. And the worst part about it?
Hazel couldn’t get up. Lola was the better woman. And Hazel hated it.
Lola turned her over. She looked up at her helplessly. Lola gave an agonizing smirk. Before dropping a devastating combination of elbows and fists onto Hazel. Her face dribbled up and down off of the mat. Sending spit, and blood spilling over the lawn they were laying on.
Hazel rocked back and forth with the punches. Losing consciousness. Until the fight bell rang out:
“Second round over! Round goes to Lola!”
This was followed by a roar of applause.
Hazel wheezed out, reflexively coughing out a spurt of blood. She laid there for a while. Before sitting herself up and look at her chest. Flecked with spit and drizzled with her nosebleed. Humiliating…
She crawled back to her ring corner. Where Danielle was waiting for her.
“Hazel! I’m so glad your okay…”
“This… Is… Okay?” Hazel replied between Breathes as she spat out a jet of blood onto a nearby bucket. She winced in pain her her cornermen worked on her.
Danielle massaged her shoulders. “You can’t win this sweetie. You need to throw in the towel. You don’t stand a chance…”
Hazel stared at her chest. Then back towards Lola. “No.” She replied. “I’m settling this.”
The second round began. And the two fighter approached once again.
“Hazel Maywood? Last time I saw you, I had you cleaning my shoes. What? You get off on getting the crap beat out of you?”
Hazel skipped the second introduction and popped Lola in the face. Causing even more condemnation from the crowd. Lola staggered back for a second. Before jumping back with a vengeance. She whirled her fists around in a tornado of fury. Hazel tried to block the punches with her gloves. But she couldn’t keep it up. A punch would slip through her defense and jab her in the stomach or the cheek.
Hazel was on the back foot. She dove into a clinch. Resting her battered jaw on Lolas chest. Lola chuckled at the pathetic display. And ran Hazel into the cage wall. Hazel grunted out in agonizing pain. Lola pinned the lesser woman onto the chain-link fence. Right in front of Danielle. She looked on in horror as Lola pressed her bosom against Hazel’s and whispered in her ear.
“Who’s the better woman?”
Hazel didn’t respond.
Lola pressed her deeper into the wall. Hazel moaned out loud.
“Who’s the sexiest, toughest, meanest fighter in this ring?” Lola accentuated her taunts with jabs to the stomach. Causing Hazel to fall into Lola again. Lola propped her up and leaned against her ear.
“Say it.” She whispered. “Just two words. Just say them. And it’ll all be over…”
Hazel knew she didn’t want to. But the pain. And her weakness was too great. She couldn’t win this fight. Everyone already knew it anyways. Behind her, Danielle whispered:
“Say it Hazel, please… For me…”
Lola propped Hazel against the fence again. The crowd roaring with the action.
Hazel looked Lola in the eye. And took a deep breath.
“You Win… I Submit. You’re the better woman.”
Danielle lowered her head in shame. As did Hazel.
“Good,” Lola murmured. Before winding up for a large uppercut.
“Wait! No! She submitted!” Danielle screamed out.
But it was too late. Hazel braced for impact as the punch cleaved through her jaw. Shaking her mind and body to the core. A jet of saliva and blood sprayed out into the air. And finally onto them both.
Hazel collapsed to the floor. The crowd roared on for her defeat.
Lola knelt down to Hazels ear again. She laid a hand on her bra-strap.
“You feel this Hazel?” She tugged on the bra. Loosening it slightly.
“This is your womanhood. Your pride.”
Hazel didn’t respond. It was a KO…
“But you’re my bitch now… You. Don’t deserve this!”
She ripped the bra away from Hazel. Exposing her to the crowd. In all the boos and scorn. Lola lapped it up. Hazel, In her unconscious state. Couldn’t fathom her humiliating loss. It was over. Lola won…
“Alright, stop the fight.” Lola said standing up. She kicked Hazel in the mouth, rocking her face back and kicking up another spurt of blood.
Lola spat on Hazels face to cement the victory. And left. Leaving Hazel bloody, humiliated, topless, and defeated…
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