A story of a boxing mismatch. I wrote this long and long ago, and hope that people enjoy it. It's not great, though I may revise it. It is my work, posted elsewhere long ago and far away, under a different name. A revision, if I do one, will include dialogue between me and my opponent, and hopefully more vivid descriptions--not just sight, but the sounds, the feel. the emotions.
Also, being a toughwoman contest rather than a regular, sanctioned boxing match, I may change the attire--sneakers rather than boxing shoes, for example.
If you feel this has potential, please say so--and let me know what might improve the story. Not just technique, but what you would like to see.
Constructive criticism is welcome, flames and insults are not!
If I revise this, I'll submit the revised version that people might compare the two.
Thanks! Enjoy!
Edit: If you were watching this, what would you be thinking?
And if you were fighting her next, what would you be thinking then?
Also, being a toughwoman contest rather than a regular, sanctioned boxing match, I may change the attire--sneakers rather than boxing shoes, for example.
If you feel this has potential, please say so--and let me know what might improve the story. Not just technique, but what you would like to see.
Constructive criticism is welcome, flames and insults are not!
If I revise this, I'll submit the revised version that people might compare the two.
Thanks! Enjoy!
Edit: If you were watching this, what would you be thinking?
And if you were fighting her next, what would you be thinking then?