He is unable to take his eyes off her large bare breasts! She's fighting topless! A sheen of sweat glistens on her toned tanned buxom body. Biffa's opponent is a beautiful woman in her early 20s. Rex: The reigning national Foxy Boxing champion.LUCY 'THE KNOCKOUT' FLOWERS!Ī mix of cheers, shouts and wolfwhistles erupts in the arena. as she turns around Biffa looks on, mouth agape. to reveal a blonde ponytail, a slender neck, soft bare back, shiny blue hotpants, long smooth tanned legs, and blue suede boxing boots. Weighing at 130lbs with a perfect record of 20 wins all by way KO!Īt that point the other fighter lets their robe slide down onto the floor. Rex: His opponent, fighting out of the blue corner wearing the blue trunks. However, his opponent remains motionless in their corner with their back turned and hood up. BIFFA 'THE BASHER' BONES!īiffa, who is wearing black shorts with white trim and black boxing boots, takes off his robe, throws quick-fire combinations into the air, and salutes the crowd. Weighing in at 160lbs with a record of 25 victories, 19 defeats, and 1 draw, 15 KO’s. Rex: Introducing first, fighting out of the red corner wearing the black trunks. People in the crowd exchange curious glances while others whoop and cheer in excitement and anticipation. I am confident it will revolutionise boxing forever! Such a groundbreaking contest has never been seen before. Rex: Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Tonight's main event is scheduled for 10 three-minute rounds. The promoter Rex King grabs a microphone and addresses the crowd.
Biffa climbs through the ropes to a muted cheers and stares across the ring but his opponent does not move.
Biffa's opponent is waiting in the corner of the ring, back turned, wearing a shiny blue robe with 'The Knockout' written on the back and a hood over their head. As they approach the arena the noise of the crowd gets louder.Ĭoach: Who cares? He's crazy! Let's just win this fight and get out of here!Ī crowd of about one thousand people is seated around a boxing ring lit by bright industrial lights. This fight will go down in history!īiffa and his coach exchange quizzical glances before walking out the door and down a long dark corridor. Rex: Patience my friend you will find out soon! You are lucky to be part of this incredible spectacle. The word 'Basher' is emblazoned on the back of his shiny black robe.īiffa: Can you tell me who I'm fighting now? The door bursts open and flamboyant boxing promoter Rex King, a loud eccentric man with wavy hair, a walrus moustache, a bow-tie and a colourful suit, strides into the room.īiffa stands up, flexes his shoulders, rolls his head, and punches his red leather boxing gloves together. I don't like it one bit!īiffa: It ain't normal to not know who your opponent is!Ĭoach: Will you relax, you're lucky to have this bout after you got your ass whipped in your last fight! This stupid promoter is paying you $10,000. Biffa 'The Basher' Bones has cropped dark hair, a square jaw, stubble, a flat nose, and shiny black robe draped over his shoulders.īiffa: I don't like it coach. A run-down changing room with faded fight posters on its rough brick walls, a stocky male boxer in his 30s sits on a wooden bench while his coach, a grumpy old man in a wool hat, ties his 12oz red leather boxing gloves.
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