I’m sorry you haven’t heard from me in a while. My defeat against Denise in this kickboxing match was pretty rough. I thought of quitting. I thought of just forgetting about fighting altogether.
I guess winning that sexfight against Sandee, the fitness champion, got my spirit up.
So I decided to take a long, hard look at my fight, see what went wrong. It wasn’t fun to watch myself get demolished again and again. I mean those blows to my breasts were brutal.
A short explanation to those of you who are new to this: women compete with their breasts all the time. Just watch your girlfriend’s face change when a bustier woman walks in the room. It’s subtle, but it’s there. Jealousy. You’ll see it. And her attitude, you’ll see it change as well. She’ll slouch her shoulders just a little, like she wants to hide her smaller breasts. If she acted all sexy—maybe she was the best looking girl there before the busty girl entered—you’ll see her tone it down, just a little. If you’re still not convinced, just see how a woman acts before and after a boob job!
So fighting topless, it brings the competition up to a whole new level. And being beaten by getting my breasts punched into oblivion by a much bustier woman, well, there’s no recovering from this.
But I realized that my attitude had to change if I want to make it in this League. I see the BWL girls like heroes of mine. I feel honored to be among them. So I come in the ring accepting the fact that they’re better. Plus because I idolize them, I get in the ring with these ideas of fair play and sportsmanship. But the BWL, it’s more like street fight. You do anything to win—ANYTHING. And that includes destroying a girl’s boobs or pussy. That includes seducing her and driving her crazy with lust. That includes fucking her man to piss her off.
They are still the best fighters around, any of them, but if I wanna get up to their level, I gotta stoop to their level.