I stood across from her in my tank top and gym shorts, my blue everlast 16 oz gloves wrapped around my hands. She stood at the opposite corner of the small bedroom, wearing a blue sports bra and a loose pair of purple short shorts and black 14 oz UFC gloves wrapped around her hands. Her eyes were moving up and down looking me over, but out of excitement or out of pity I couldn’t tell. She had finally agreed to this because she knew how much I wanted this, how much I had dreamed of this for many years and only she could bring it to life, I could only wish she was half as excited as i was for our match.
We would box until one of us would relent and drop to one knee, not aiming for a knockout, just until one of us was out done by the other. After a drop down a piece of clothing was removed, simple as that. I could only go for body blows and not use all my strength aiming to tire her out rather than cause great pain, I did love this women after all. She however could go all out and hit as hard and wherever she wanted, staying above the belt, I had a major size and reach advantage.