John Blaze
12-26-2007, 1:25 PM
This part has mostly general domination and not much foot content... skip if you want mostly foot stuff and wait for part three.
When the fights came toe to toe in the middle of the ring for the instructions, Tom realized something he hadn’t really thought about. At 5’10 , she was a full 2 inches taller than him. Her fighting weight of 150 lbs, meant he didn’t really have any real weight advantage either. He started to slightly regret the mean things he had said about her, about her father , and about woman. He had teased her father about his diseased condition and called her many different horrible names through the press. Just as they went to touch gloves for the break, she leaned in and whispered “look down” When he looked down he saw her perfectly toned legs leading into her pink and white sneakers. “No socks she said with a smile… I wanted them nice and sweaty for your lips” She made some loud kissing noises and laughed as she turned and walked back to her corner.
There were no “corner men” as a condition of the fight… this was his request hoping that without advice and medical attention to her swelling face, he’d have the advantage. She knew, however, that this would backfire on him. After all… who would need the advice more, a has-been or a current professional… and as for the swelling/blood… he’d have to hit her first!!! When she agreed to these conditions, it almost seemed unfair. His arrogance had backfired again!! Each of them would be given a bottle of water by the ref between rounds and a random volunteer would give and take away the stools.
DING!!! Round one started. Laila ran out to meet him in the center of the ring. Tom threw hard rights and left in his best attempt at a three hit combo. Laila, bouncing up and down on her toes in a manner that seemed to perfectly emulate her father, easily avoided the blows. So it went for the first 2 minutes of round 1. Tom threw rights, lefts, hooks, uppercuts, her never connected. She smiled at him through her mouth piece. He was growing more and more angry. Why couldn’t he hit her? Why wasn’t she fighting back? Right.. Miss… left, miss!!!
With thirty seconds left in the round, Tom had thrown 50 punches and landed none. Then… BANG!! A stiff jab came from seemingly nowhere and popped him in his lip. It snapped his head back and within a few seconds he tasted his own blood. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” he thought. He charged angrily forward and threw left hooks and right hooks at her head back to back to back until he heard the bell! When it was all said and done, he was 0 for 60 and she was 1 for 1. He huffed and puffed back to his corner and sat on the stool! He couldn’t really catch his breath!! He should have done more intense boxing specific training he thought to himself!! He looked across to Laila and saw her sitting calmly, no heavy breathing, completely calm!!!!
Ding… round two was beginning!! “I’ve got to pace myself, there are 11 more rounds”.
Laila came running out to meet him as before, but this time she went in right away. BANG! A sharp jab stung his swelling lip. Bang… on the lip again!! Damn those hands are fast. She hit surprisingly hard for a woman! Still ,she was a woman and these shots were stinging, but not doing too much damage. They all seemed to land though!!! Laila danced around him literally in circles and seemed to hit him at will. A left to the lip, a right to the jaw. If he blocked one, another came right behind it from a different angle and caught him in the eye.. or on the nose.. or somewhere!! After about 20 or so hits to the face, she backed out… smiled at him and waved him in as if to say.. Bring it on!!!
He charged forward and threw a right hook. She ducked under it and came up with a hard uppercut. It rocked his head completely back and he got dizzy. Bang, bang, bang , bang… as he staggered around the ring she hit him with hard rights and lefts… the crowd went crazy. H staggered around the ring in circles, getting pummeled and then… DING!!!
The ref stepped in and Laila walked away. Tom took a second to find himself and was directed back t his corner. Tom thought to himself… “She hurt me!!!! She actually rocked me!! I was saved by the bell!!! WTF??” As Tom sat there, waiting fog round three. He felt his lips swelling, his left eye was slightly swelling, and he was huffing and puffing. At this moment he had many regrets… like say, taking this fight!!!… but most of all he wanted a corner team to give him advice and rinse off his neck with a cool towel!! What a mistake this was !!!!
He looked over at Laila, again sitting calmly. She raised her shoe to him, pointed at her foot and blew him a kiss. He had almost forgotten about the side bet!!! DAMN!! He had renewed determination to win as he answered the bell for round 3.
Renewed determination meant very little though, as round three started bad. In round one she seemed to want to let him know he couldn’t hit her and she could hit him. In round two she seemed to want to let him know she could hurt him. In round three she tortured him. She toyed with him. She let him throw a punch and she’d dodged it and BANG! Pop him in the right eye. ALWAYS the right eye!!
It got so bad he didn’t want to throw a punch. If he threw one he ate two. At least one of those two was always in the right eye and the other one was usually smack on the nose. He at least hit her a few times in round three. A few weak, glancing body shots that were usually rewarded with at least one crisp shot to his right eye. This continued for 3 more rounds.
After round three his right eye started to close. She started immediately working on the left one. After round 4 both eyes were pretty swollen and there was a cut under the right one. By the start of round six he couldn’t see too well and his nose was swelling up too. In round six she started talking to him.
A pop in the mouth …“you’re pathetic”
A smack to a shutting eye … “I’m embarrassing you on national television”
A shot to the mouth… “Ooh, I’m gonna enjoy watching you grovel.
As round six came to a close, Tom really regretted taking the fight, talking smack, making that bet.., DAMN!!!
Laila laughed at him after the bell and slapped him open palmed right across the face… the ref warned her, but what was worse… he didn’t see it!!! His eyes were shutting and he couldn’t see…. This was really bad!!
To be continued…
When the fights came toe to toe in the middle of the ring for the instructions, Tom realized something he hadn’t really thought about. At 5’10 , she was a full 2 inches taller than him. Her fighting weight of 150 lbs, meant he didn’t really have any real weight advantage either. He started to slightly regret the mean things he had said about her, about her father , and about woman. He had teased her father about his diseased condition and called her many different horrible names through the press. Just as they went to touch gloves for the break, she leaned in and whispered “look down” When he looked down he saw her perfectly toned legs leading into her pink and white sneakers. “No socks she said with a smile… I wanted them nice and sweaty for your lips” She made some loud kissing noises and laughed as she turned and walked back to her corner.
There were no “corner men” as a condition of the fight… this was his request hoping that without advice and medical attention to her swelling face, he’d have the advantage. She knew, however, that this would backfire on him. After all… who would need the advice more, a has-been or a current professional… and as for the swelling/blood… he’d have to hit her first!!! When she agreed to these conditions, it almost seemed unfair. His arrogance had backfired again!! Each of them would be given a bottle of water by the ref between rounds and a random volunteer would give and take away the stools.
DING!!! Round one started. Laila ran out to meet him in the center of the ring. Tom threw hard rights and left in his best attempt at a three hit combo. Laila, bouncing up and down on her toes in a manner that seemed to perfectly emulate her father, easily avoided the blows. So it went for the first 2 minutes of round 1. Tom threw rights, lefts, hooks, uppercuts, her never connected. She smiled at him through her mouth piece. He was growing more and more angry. Why couldn’t he hit her? Why wasn’t she fighting back? Right.. Miss… left, miss!!!
With thirty seconds left in the round, Tom had thrown 50 punches and landed none. Then… BANG!! A stiff jab came from seemingly nowhere and popped him in his lip. It snapped his head back and within a few seconds he tasted his own blood. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” he thought. He charged angrily forward and threw left hooks and right hooks at her head back to back to back until he heard the bell! When it was all said and done, he was 0 for 60 and she was 1 for 1. He huffed and puffed back to his corner and sat on the stool! He couldn’t really catch his breath!! He should have done more intense boxing specific training he thought to himself!! He looked across to Laila and saw her sitting calmly, no heavy breathing, completely calm!!!!
Ding… round two was beginning!! “I’ve got to pace myself, there are 11 more rounds”.
Laila came running out to meet him as before, but this time she went in right away. BANG! A sharp jab stung his swelling lip. Bang… on the lip again!! Damn those hands are fast. She hit surprisingly hard for a woman! Still ,she was a woman and these shots were stinging, but not doing too much damage. They all seemed to land though!!! Laila danced around him literally in circles and seemed to hit him at will. A left to the lip, a right to the jaw. If he blocked one, another came right behind it from a different angle and caught him in the eye.. or on the nose.. or somewhere!! After about 20 or so hits to the face, she backed out… smiled at him and waved him in as if to say.. Bring it on!!!
He charged forward and threw a right hook. She ducked under it and came up with a hard uppercut. It rocked his head completely back and he got dizzy. Bang, bang, bang , bang… as he staggered around the ring she hit him with hard rights and lefts… the crowd went crazy. H staggered around the ring in circles, getting pummeled and then… DING!!!
The ref stepped in and Laila walked away. Tom took a second to find himself and was directed back t his corner. Tom thought to himself… “She hurt me!!!! She actually rocked me!! I was saved by the bell!!! WTF??” As Tom sat there, waiting fog round three. He felt his lips swelling, his left eye was slightly swelling, and he was huffing and puffing. At this moment he had many regrets… like say, taking this fight!!!… but most of all he wanted a corner team to give him advice and rinse off his neck with a cool towel!! What a mistake this was !!!!
He looked over at Laila, again sitting calmly. She raised her shoe to him, pointed at her foot and blew him a kiss. He had almost forgotten about the side bet!!! DAMN!! He had renewed determination to win as he answered the bell for round 3.
Renewed determination meant very little though, as round three started bad. In round one she seemed to want to let him know he couldn’t hit her and she could hit him. In round two she seemed to want to let him know she could hurt him. In round three she tortured him. She toyed with him. She let him throw a punch and she’d dodged it and BANG! Pop him in the right eye. ALWAYS the right eye!!
It got so bad he didn’t want to throw a punch. If he threw one he ate two. At least one of those two was always in the right eye and the other one was usually smack on the nose. He at least hit her a few times in round three. A few weak, glancing body shots that were usually rewarded with at least one crisp shot to his right eye. This continued for 3 more rounds.
After round three his right eye started to close. She started immediately working on the left one. After round 4 both eyes were pretty swollen and there was a cut under the right one. By the start of round six he couldn’t see too well and his nose was swelling up too. In round six she started talking to him.
A pop in the mouth …“you’re pathetic”
A smack to a shutting eye … “I’m embarrassing you on national television”
A shot to the mouth… “Ooh, I’m gonna enjoy watching you grovel.
As round six came to a close, Tom really regretted taking the fight, talking smack, making that bet.., DAMN!!!
Laila laughed at him after the bell and slapped him open palmed right across the face… the ref warned her, but what was worse… he didn’t see it!!! His eyes were shutting and he couldn’t see…. This was really bad!!
To be continued…