MixedBoxingArt

A hard fought win...

Some 2051 Title Fight pics...

The mixed boxing story for the heavyweight championship in 2051 was always planned to be the conclusion of our alternate universe... but that doesn't stop me from being inspired to do the occasional sneak peak at it as we go!

A little tribute to the wonderful work of TheKOntender...

...here's my take on 'Hard fought match between equal opponents (Part 3)'.

Meet Dynamite Alice D'Arcy...

...a girl that loves rockin whether it's as the drummer for her punkrock band or it's rockin the head of her opponents in the boxing ring. Don't let her get her rhythm or she can pound all night!

Extra: I was improvising a picture for the husband vs wife fight...

...and I realised her boobs were too big for the character... however I thought I'd share it as it is for my loyal patrons. Why deny you such assets just for continuity so I'm sharing it now. When it drops into the story, it might look different, but for now: behold! MBA

The hit surprises her in its brutality...

She's driven back into the ropes. The ferocity is unexpected and she has to think quick or her precious streak will be in jeopardy...

...but then, WHAM! The man scores with a huge punch to her jaw...

...the fight is on!

She keeps working the body...

...for a strong finish to the round, but the man puts his arm against her upper chest to get some distance between him and the combative amazon...

...she counters with a hard right hook to the man's ribs...

The man grunts as the woman's shiny leather glove embeds into his side.

Update: I've put the completed fights into collections...

...lots of thanks to those who suggested this to make it easier to find a particular sweat-spraying, jaw-swinging, gut-wrenching, shiny leather-coated blow! See you at ringside. MBA

He keeps coming... a left hook flies towards her...

...but her reflexes move her chin an inch out of it's path.

The wife lands a left hand through the middle...

...a wet thud and a deep grunt from the man rings out in the gymnasium. Is he hurt or will he keep up the offensive?

1940s Europe... the darling of the Danish fight scene is taking on a tank of a man from Germany...

...the fighters rise from their stools for Round 2 after a grueling first round where neither fighter wanted to give an inch of ground!

That's 200 posts!!!

Thanks to everyone for being ringside in our alternative universe of mixed boxing action... loads more ideas to come, we're just getting started!

The man's counter lands...

...but she's quick to regain composure and move out of range...

A left jab thuds home, but the male fighter avoids a right...

She's impressed by his ferocity...

...she feels the need to work the jab to maintain distance...she's got a winning streak to protect!

Aftermath: two simultaneous blows...

The husband vs wife fight is on!...

...8...9...10, you're out!

It's over! Evelyn is still stretched out on the canvas, drenched in sweat. Her team rush towards her to tend to her. The crowd is deafening at the sight, though altercations are breaking out in some parts of the arena because of the result. Sonny staggers to the ropes, but his eyes do not leave his fallen foe. He surveys the destruction: her beaten, reddened breasts, her bruised mid-section, her arms stretched out above her head offering no defense.

Tonight is a big win.
*This pic was inspired by a Japanese artist that I like:
https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/1798263

Evelyn rolls onto her back...

...the ref starts his count. It looks like the female fighter is in dreamland...

The ropes fling her hard onto the canvas...

...bouncing her head off it with a thud.

There's such intimacy in combat. I love her but want to destroy her.

I want to test her...

...to challenge her, to be a worthy opponent, but also for her to know that I worship her and that I'm honoured to spill sweat with her. I keep my body hard to be a worthy opponent because I'd hate for her to think why do I bother with someone that can't handle the violence, the physicality. We are at odds but we are in love. I want to taste her skin. And her punches, I want to be this fighter's only opponent: her soul mate of the ring.

This amazonian woman....

She arrives, picks up the gloves and leads me to our ring. She smiles, but only until she steps through those ropes.

I look at the gloves hanging up on the wall. My wife's boxing gloves that have laid me down so many times.

We have fought on a Friday night every week for the last 39 weeks. The length of our marriage. Let me explain: we are both lawyers. Ambitious. We always compete. At the end of our working week we meet up in the gymnasium that our employer provides for us to let off steam.

Friday is our night. The boxing ring. We started off going a few rounds each week. Acknowledging each other's effort, good fight. But as we got better, we'd take it further: 5 rounds, 7. Go for the knockout. Pro conditions. 39 fights. She's knocked me out 9 times. I've knocked her out twice. 

Kabooooom!!!

Evelyn is sent over the top rope and almost out of the squared circle! The crowd falls silent for a split second before erupting in deafening celebration...

Sonny's right glove lands deep...

...he steps into the blow, sending the warrior woman reeling...

Meet Penny Walcott-Stone.

Hawthorne Hall. A prestigious University in the United Kingdom where the super elite and most influential send their offspring to mold them into the next generation of captains of industry and rule makers.

Unlike other universities, Hawthorne run a boxing program which is open to both male and female combatants. Each year is a division where those who sign up, have bouts during the academic year to establish their rankings and the finalists fight for the title during the summer.

This tradition has been a cornerstone of the university's long history. It was designed to teach impeccable discipline and give the edge to alumni upon entering the highly competitive society that they must establish themselves in. Balancing intellectual and physical prowess was found to increase confidence, capability as well as developing a cut-throat competitive nature. The champion of each year was revered among students, which elevated them to God-like status.

Further to this, the rules of combat are that in their 1st year, students fight with headgear and singlets, but from the 2nd year onwards, fighters are topless, regardless of gender and with no headgear. The reason that both genders fight this way is to normalise and desexualise this level of nudity, as studies show the removal of inhibitions give the edge in business performance and any other endeavour where sexual urges can distract. These students would become laser focused and truly outshine those from other educational settings around the world.

Miss Walcott-Stone won the 1st year championship and Year 2 has begun.

She stumbles back against the ropes...

....the crowd is deafening as Sonny loads up for another onslaught!