A short [FVF] boxing story

A Short FVF boxing story.

“Come one come all! To the classic country girl beat up in lager-field bar!”

The announcer boomed over the speakers, he was standing in an old stained boxing ring. Rednecks and farmers gathered around and cheered as two women stood parallel to each other, they were both dressed in boxers attire covered in shiny blue and red robes. one of the boxers looked far more confident than the other.

The announcer continued with his spiel,

“in the blue corner, weighing in at 185 pounds! we have the lovely! The sweet! Sam Pure-water!”

The woman in the blue robes slowly and sensually stripped. She pulled off the Cotton blue boxer gown off of her body and revealed herself in short blue boxer shorts and a bikini top. The crowd cheered as she jubilantly raised her gloves up and posed for them, before blowing them a kiss and finally retreating back to her corner of the ring. The announcer resumed his speech.

“And in the red corner! Weighing in at about 178 pounds, a mystery girl who arrived in our cozy little town this week! The lovely! Hazel Maywood!”

Hazel quickly pulled off her robe. She was wearing the same attire as Sam, but red. After looking at the jeering crowd for a quick second she dashed into her corner and curled into it. The announcer gave a chuckle,

“I guess she’s shy folks! Let’s give her some classic hometown hospitality!”

Behind the wall of cheers, hoots, and hollers, a plump man strode to rest behind her.

“Remember Hazel, you got tonight’s lodging and food riding on this match tonight, don’t disappoint me, I got a lot riding on you ya know.”

Hazel turned her head to face him.

“Uhh, I don’t know Rick,” She muttered. “This seems to be going so fast, I only just came here and I was only looking for a way ou-“ **DING DING DING**

Hazel was interrupted by the bell, her eyes went wide as she tried to tell Rick to give her a mouth guard or a headpiece. But she was already being pushed to the middle of the ring.

She met Sam at the middle of the ring. Sweat ran down into her chest already as heat literally reflected off of the stained mat.

“May the hottest woman win!” Sam taunted,

Hazel shifted uncomfortably and they both bumped gloves.

Hazel tried to make as much distance as possible between her and Sam. But Sam jumped through to close the distance. She jumped across the ring vigorously. Her breasts bouncing up and down with the motion.

Hazel darted a look over to Rick for any help whatsoever. Rick screamed back at her:

“Keep your hands up you idiot! It’s a boxing match!”

“Wha- Ommph!” She groaned out loud as Sam struck her with a heavy uppercut.

Stars flew around Hazel as she collapsed into Sam’s chest, the crowd cheered over Hazels pain.

Sam cradled Hazel between her bosom. She chuckled and stroked her face with her blue boxing glove.

“Looks like Hazel just ate a massive uppercut folks! It doesn’t look good for her! She’s tried to do some sort of clinch with Sam! Just look at those two chests clash together!” The announcer bellowed.

Hazel groaned as she rested her head on Sam’s shoulder. Sam giggled and wrapped her arms around Hazel. Before dropping her right down into the mat. Hazel collided with a *thwack!* each of the onlookers gave a sympathetic “Ohhhhh!”

Hazel’s only viewpoint was Sam’s bare feet. She was on the floor. And a countdown had already started.

***Knocked down on the first round?!*** Hazel thought. Before Sam kicked her in the mouth, shutting her up and shooting her up into a crawl.

“Aghhhh!” Hazel moaned as she held her aching jaw. The countdown stopped and Sam laid her arms over Hazels bosom. Before jerking her up.

“Get up sleepyhead! Nobody likes a quitter!”

Hazel stumbled away and looked at Sam with an open mouth. She was drenched in sweat and could barley stand. She needed this round to end.

Sam closed the distance between the two and started throwing jabs again. Hazel ate the punches up without any resistance.

Giving off a “Un!” And a “Oh!” Whenever she got hit.

The announcer leaned in to the microphone to continue his assessment. “Looks like Hazel is in the ropes folks! Sams been pounding her left and right with those jabs! This fight may not last much longer ladies and Gentlemen!”

Hazel slumped onto the ropes. She clung to them for dear life as Sam whaled on her. In her dazed state. She could barely hear Rick screaming at her to duck and maneuver. And anytime she heard anything. It was silenced by a jab or strike from Sam.

Sam put her hands on her hips. In the ecstasy of annihilating Hazel, she had actually put up a sweat! The water glazed her busty physique. Giving it an attractive gleam.

“Well girl! It was fun, but all things must come to an end.” She said, a boastful expression in her eyes.

She cradled Hazels chin with her glove. The crowd cheered on as she did so. Hazel groaned and looked up to see a huge fist coming towards her.

With a big *THUMP!* . Hazel went down again. The count signed on once more.

“1! 2! 3! 4! 5!- Ding Ding Ding!”

The round ended. Hazel survived. Only barley.

She panted openly on the canvas. As the break began she slowly pulled herself up and slumped into the corner. Rick came up behind her.

“You did terrible.”

“Ungh… I… Mnnn… Know.” Hazel groaned out.

“You know I ain’t throwing in the towel right?”

Hazel paused. She rested her head on the turnbuckle.

“I know.”

The round began and Hazel stood up. She shuffled over to meet Sam. Before she started the round. Sam piped up.

“Hey, listen, it doesn’t take a genius to know you ain’t the best in boxing. If you don’t want to do this-“

“Just shut up and tap gloves” Hazel cut in.

Frowning. Sam bumped gloves slowly. And began to box again.

The next five minutes were a travesty.

Hazel took jab after jab, uppercut after uppercut. She was clinched and pinned to the corner. Only to be boxed to the point of bleeding. Hazel went down four times. Tasting the mat in disgrace. But she always stood back up. Partially because she went down easy, but came back up hard.

Sam got tired of boxing after a while and clinched an exhausted destroyed Hazel. The two girls toppled over and landed on each other. Both spread out on the mat. Sam Laid her arm across Hazels chest. She groaned and tried to sit up.

“… Ugh… You got a lot of fight in ya Hazel Maywood. I’ll give ya that. But it’s over girl. You lost.”

She sat up to her knees and laid a glove on Hazels stomach. Hazel was staring at the lights. Knocked out and beaten. A pool of sweat had collected at her breast ridge. And bruises were well visible on her face.

Sam got up and laid a foot on Hazels crotch. The count signed her off as a winner.

“Looks like we have ourselves a winner folks! Sam pure-water!”

Sam threw her hands up in victory. She wrapped her arms around a disoriented Hazel and pulled her up by the bikini straps. She set Hazel on her corner seat and adjusted herself.

“Sorry about this Hazel, but. We gotta excite the betting men somehow.”

She pulled off Hazels boxing shorts. Showing a bright red athletic thong. The crowd went wild as Sam threw the shorts at Hazels sweaty body. And walked off. The match was over. And Hazel had lost.

“What happened to you! You told me that you were a prizefighter!” Rick said. Tossing an exhausted Hazel onto the soft Hay of a horse stable.

“I…lied…” Hazel gasped out. “I ran away from the city. I needed a place to stay… I lied…”

Faced with the beaten half naked Hazel. Rick felt a slight sense of pity. He sighed.

“You fight lower ranks from now on. We don’t go to that ring. We go to outdoor matches. Win next time!” He screamed out before leaving.

Hazel laid there for what seemed like hours. Panting hard and shifting her body forward. Before a woman came out of nowhere and turned her around.

“Let me guess? You lost a fight?”

Hazel nodded.

The girl was clearly a boxer like her. She had a sense of concern in her eyes. She was wearing a purple lingerie bikini. And her face was sporting a fresh new bruise.

“Stop staring and come with me.” She lead Hazel through the stable until they settled into a patch of hay. It was pushed into a makeshift shelter. Hazel went inside. And saw a collection of pillows and blankets.

“I usually sleep here most nights. I lose a lot.” She admitted. Before getting into a blanket. She patted on the one next to hers.

“Well? Do you wanna freeze out there?”

Hazel slowly crawled over and got into the blanket. It felt warm and comforting. The other boxer pulled Hazel closer to her shoulder.

“Don’t worry.” She Chided. “You’ll win next time.”

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