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I was brought around to what was to be my corner. The old guy that fitted the gloves onto my fingers had to strain extra hard because my hands were a lot larger than he had expected. He shook his head bemused, but otherwise said nothing. I climbed into the ring and he followed, staying just outside the ropes. I sat at the stool and thought of some old John Garfield movie or Jerry Lewis and patted my gloves together for luck I supposed. Olga was in the opposite corner and she looked ready to go at it! She looked as if she had been at it for years already! Her older woman's physique was tight and hard looking. She had developed biceps that were pumped and bulging with striated veins, just like the rest of her perfectly proportioned self. She was strawberry blonde, but her body had a nice weathered tan and she hopped from foot to foot nimbly like a kid. Her back was wide and her waist thick, supported by hard and cut up quads. When she bent over to stretch, she got catcalls from the guys standing outside the ring. Her gluts were massive and fully rounded like sculpted marble. 
The applause was meager but enthusiastic. He motioned towards me next. "And in this corner, we have a new challenger, weighing in at-" He glanced at the card and his eyes widened in shock and surprise, then he said my name so emphatically that the audience, caught up in his appeal, raised to their feet with cheering and applause. This made Olga even more anxious to make a name for herself.
We did all of the preliminaries, Giovanni enlightening us as the rules of the ring. We tapped gloves and returned to our corners. The last thing he had said was "At the sound of the bells, ladies-come out fighting."! | |
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