Anya…
I still can't believe I did it. How they talked me into it I'm not sure, but somehow my girlfriends got me in that ring, and the next thing I knew they were tying on the boxing gloves. It was my bachelorette party, only three days before I was supposed to marry my high school sweetheart, Danny.
I wasn't dressed for boxing, that was for sure, and I remember that being one of my arguments. But they didn't care, so there I was, in my feminine pink and cream floral dress and brown leather sandals. They didn't even let me take my jewelry off, so I was wearing my silver locket, dangly silver earrings and the dainty silver anklet that had been a gift from my mother. I love that anklet, it draws attention to the butterfly tattoo on the inside of my right ankle that most people don't usually notice.
Luckily I did have my hair pulled back though, in a braid that hung down to the middle of my back. My blonde hair was wrapped carefully in colorful elastics every few inches, so at least it stayed out of the way.
As soon as I saw the girl on the opposite side of the ring I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. She definitely looked more like the type to do this kind of thing than I am!
Her name was Mica, and she was a petite little thing, probably not any bigger than my 105 pounds, and about my height, 5'3" or so. She was pretty, with deeply tanned skin and short jet black hair that sparkled when she moved in the light with the same glitter that covered her chest and arms.
She was dressed in a black tube top and short little black skirt, with black heels that easily put a couple of extra inches on her. Her make-up was thick and dark, very much in contrast to my simple pink lipstick and blush. She just looked the part of the kind of girl who would do something like this, and that made me want to beat her at her own game.
I smiled at my friends as the referee finished tying on my gloves and explained the rules. I was only half listening as he explained there would be three rounds, with the loser of each round losing a piece of clothing at the end. I thought of my pink lacy bra and thong underwear underneath my dress and half hoped I would get to show it off a little. It was new, and awfully pretty...
Mica…
Right away when my boyfriend heard that there was going to be a boxing match at the nightclub, he started telling me how sexy he thought it would be to watch me fight. I didn't want to at first, but he convinced me that it would be fun. I wanted to see the look on my man's face as I pummeled that pretty little kindergarten teacher or what ever she was, with her perfect blonde hair and huge blue eyes. She got up from a table of six or eight girls, each one as perfect as the next. I think it was her bachelorette party, or at least that's what I heard someone say. It would definitely be fun to humiliate her a little bit right before her wedding day.
As the ref explained the rules to me, I looked over my boyfriend and grinned. If I was going to do this, I was going to give him a show he wouldn't soon forget.
The bell sounded the start of the first round, but Anya hung back a little, like she wasn't sure what she should do. I took the opportunity to move toward her quickly and throw the first punch, my oversized glove connecting with her right cheek in a blow that shocked her a bit.
The crowd roared and cheered me on as I came at her again and she fell back against the ropes. I couldn't believe she wasn't even trying to fight back or get out of the way, but my adrenaline was really starting to pump and I couldn't wait to hit her again. She stepped out of the way when I threw my third punch, though, and I was left to swing at nothing but the empty air.
Anya hit me hard in the back of the head and I flew forward a bit before I caught my balance again and spun around to face her. She was smiling now, doing a little victory dance for her girlfriends and not really paying all of her attention to me, so I took the opportunity to knock her on her round little ass.
I heard my boyfriend yelling and the others all joining in as she pulled herself back to her feet and came at me again. I hit her again before she regained her composure, sending her reeling again. She managed to stay on her feet this time, though, and quickly came back after me.
She threw a punch with her right glove and I immediately answered it with my left. We continued on that way for what seemed like forever until I hit her with a little more power and knocked her to the mat. She was struggling back to her feet when the bell rang, sounding the end of the first round.
Everyone was screaming and yelling, the noise was deafening, but very exciting. The referee came into the ring and declared me the winner of the first round. He announced that the winner would be allowed to remove one article of clothing from the loser, so I strutted over to the side of the ring where Anya was standing, looking a little flustered, with her bangs plastered against her forehead and her chest heaving.
I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to the center of the ring, then dropped my gloves to the mat. I turned to look at my boyfriend, drooling from his front row seat, and positioned myself behind her so that he could watch me as I slowly removed her dress, one pain-staking button at a time. With each button, the crowd screamed, and when her dress fell to the mat, they roared.
Anya stood there in the middle of the ring in her frilly pink bra and matching thong underwear, looking more than a little embarrassed. She moved to cover herself, but the ref just picked up her dress and tossed it to her friends, then fastened my gloves and called for the beginning of round two.
