The local crowd's cheers seeping through the dressing room walls reminded Jayne it was time. The mirror's reflection told her she was battle ready: the short black trunks flattered Jayne's long legs and curved suggestively around her ass. The well-filled matching tank top would give every male and a lot of female eyes plenty to dance over when Jayne stepped into the ring.
None of that made Jayne nervous.
Her opponent, Pauline, a legend among the district's boxers, did the job.
Walking out to the ring with her seconds, Jen and Bill, Jayne thought about this fight. Jayne knew, at 27 years old, her agility and harshness had enabled her to accumulate seven knock out victories, three against male fighters. But Pauline had one thing in abundance: patience. Once Jayne watched Pauline take pounding from a younger, better built boxer before reversing the match and flooring her victim.
Pauline had been seated for two minutes, getting her shoulders rubbed by her second, Neil, waiting for Jayne. She wore her signature blue trunks and clingy white top that hugged her round breasts and cute potbelly. Those features, along with her girlish looks gave Pauline a demure sexiness that fooled many challengers into thinking she was a dainty pushover. Studying the ceiling in a semi-conscious daze, they often reversed that conclusion.
The ref called the women together at the center of the ring after their gloves were tied on. For an instant, both fighters looked each other directly in the eyes, feeling their opponent's determination.
"Gotta say it, Jayne, you look great tonight," Pauline said. She nodded with a friendly, but fixed grin. "A little rouge after the match will cover most of the bruises."
Jayne laughed, admiring Pauline for her trash talk. "When I knock you out, love, how do you want to land? Ass in the air or sunny side up?"
The women touched gloves sharply and eyed each other all the way back to their corners.
At the buzzer, Jayne and Pauline danced out rapidly, the lust to smack leather on skin consuming their souls.
Jayne struck first, throwing a right at Pauline's face and then nimbly ducking to fire at her mid-section. The blow exploded painfully on Pauline's cheek, but she anticipated Jayne's follow through and backed away.
Pauline continued her reverse motion, bouncing unpredictably right to left to baffle her attacker. Jayne pursued, tracing Pauline's moves even as the veteran boxer blocked most of the jabs and shots flung at her. Falling in with Pauline's rhythm, Jayne moved in closer. When Pauline bolted left, Jayne appeared to mistakenly go right, only to leap back at her opponent, banging home a solid right hook to Pauline's head and launching an upper cut to her midsection.
Pauline moaned and then gasped as Jayne's brutal combination hit home. The blue-trunked Pauline pulled back a second time, less gracefully as she filled her lungs with air. Spotting Pauline's distress, Jayne went in, but cautiously this time. Pauline was hurt, but far from out of it.
Jayne crouched slightly and slugged Pauline in the ribs, experiencing a rush as pain washed over Pauline's face. Ignoring the agony, Pauline fired back a left-right combination, crashing the two shots to Jayne's head and lower jaw.
An earthquake seemed to hit the entire gym for Jayne and this time she feinted back. Pauline leapt forward, hurling a straight right to Jayne's face.
Pauline was suddenly jolted with lightheadedness. Her punch barely touched Jayne when the younger boxer's left flew up and bashed Pauline under the chin.
Pauline felt herself floating and watched, totally puzzled, as the canvas lifted into the air before her eyes. Then she crashed on the canvas, feeling every bone impact the rigid fabric. Electric pain went through her being and then Pauline was numb.
No! Damn! No! screamed in her skull as her brain was shutting down. There were black spots and Pauline's body relaxed. She tried to raise her head, but instead fell asleep.
"FOUR!"
Pauline heard the number called out as the darkness drained away. Glancing at the ceiling, Pauline's eyes were stabbed by the focusing lights that had been so pleasingly blurry.
"SEVEN!"
Pauline was nearly upright. The ringing in her ears was quickly subsiding, allowing the crowd's screams and the ref's count to flood her consciousness. She saw Jayne in a neutral corner, ready to fight.
"EIGHT!"
The buzzer screamed and Neil quickly helped Pauline to her chair as Jayne drifted back to her corner.
"You okay, Pauline?" Neil asked, toweling the perspiration from the battered fighter's face. 'Tell me your name?"
"Pauline!" she replied. "Before you ask, yes, I can go on!"
"You sure, Pauline, you were out for a few seconds?"
Pauline took two slurps from the water bottle Neil pressed to her lips and spat in a nearby bucket. "Yeah," she answered blankly. Pauline peered at Jayne, also being attended by her seconds. Pauline wanted Jayne trounced. Not because she hated her challenger, which she didn't, or out of lust for victory. Pauline had been hit and wanted to hit back.
When the ref was sure of Pauline's ability to fight on, he signaled the second round.
Jayne caught the light in Pauline's eyes and moved fast. She fought defensively, hoping the newly determined Pauline would tire quickly and make a mistake.
Pauline was relentless, absorbing or blocking whatever Jayne fired at her. Jayne held firm, hammering Pauline twice in the gut and then a right in her face. Pauline staggered and simply moved forward again. Punches jostled Jayne's head and body. The younger boxer dodged back and forth, struggling to elude Pauline. She could only get a few paces before Pauline would wallop her with a hard right to the chest and a punishing left to her chin.
Then an avalanche of blows erupted between the fighters. Most of the punches found their mark: Jayne's left inflicting torture on Pauline's jaw, while a double right wounded Jayne's side. Wariness began to engorge both boxers. The still furious Pauline felt her arms get heavier with each jab that cracked into Jayne.
Jayne grew more confused; Pauline's blows coming from an untraceable nowhere. Two punches crushed in Jayne's torso and then she felt her body give way. She looked uncomprehendingly at Pauline's face, its lovely features telegraphing Pauline's intentions.
Pauline's unexpected smirk surprised Jayne. Pain ripped Jayne's stomach, creasing her body and contorting her face. The power right hook slammed Jayne's lower jaw, exploding the whole world.
Jayne's body malfunctioned, her hands and elbows bouncing awkwardly off the ropes as Jayne plummeted into an abyss of darkness. She slide to the bottom, feeling a warm girlhood memory of leaping into a swimming pool feet first. Jayne felt a lingering pleasure and was out.
Then Jayne was seated in her corner, Bob and Jen administering smelling salts, telling Jayne to relax. She had slumbered through the count and lost the fight.
When she was able to stand, Jayne saw Pauline nearby. Her determined look had been transmuted into concern. Supported by her seconds, Jayne wobbled toward Pauline as the victor moved toward her.
"Great fucking fight, Pauline!"
Pauline smiled and the two hugged like sisters, planting a relieved kiss on each other's cheek.
"I needed the nap, anyway," said Pauline.
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