The Barbarian Boob Boxing Bride

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A crowd of all sorts of folks had already formed, most of them working class. She and Nathan passed a group of women gossiping and smoking cutties. If everyone here had one thing in common, it was a need for entertainment to escape their daily grind. On their way to Bethnal Green’s Paradise Row, Nathan turned to Ruby for the third time and asked, “Are you absolutely certain about this plan?”

Mr. Giles strode to the middle of the ring. He stepped onto an overturned crate. The resident Gladiator Society champion stood next to him. “Gentlefolk,” he began with no small amount of dramatic irony, “are you ready for the battle of the year?” Female boxing fell into this category – a bloody novelty act, as opposed to a serious sport. Often, in the records I found, there was no mention of which woman won, although there would be a description of what they had been wearing – or not wearing, as they sometimes fought stripped to the waist. The winner was often irrelevant, except to those with money on the outcome. The fight went to distance and the OnlyFans duo Dory and Pedro were declared the winner via decision. Fists raised, she danced on the balls of her feet, keenly aware of the jiggling show she was providing. Fortunately, she wasn’t so large breasted as to make jumping around too uncomfortable.The audience surged toward the ring with more cheers. Johnson’s bald head topped a craggy face. He raised his fists, walking a slow circuit of the ring and playing to the crowd. They ate it up with gusto. Formal matches took place anywhere large enough to accommodate a crowd, including public houses, empty lots, and markets. In Bethnal Green, one could attend boxing events several times a week. They were scheduled at dawn or after the work day had ended. Think, think. What was the worst that could happen? A bunch of people would see her half-naked. They would shout lewd comments and make obscene gestures. She had been on the receiving end of such rudeness while fully dressed, so being half-naked alone wasn’t a reason to pull out. What else? Well-seasoned scrappers Mary Callaghan and Alice Davies were pitted against each after boasts from their fans in local pub, so called respectful admirers, over who was the best and it was decided they should “fight it out” for the prize of 5 shillings. He sat on a wooden stool with a ledger on his lap that he used to record names and betting information. As Ruby stood before him, he looked past her and up at Nathan, his eyebrows shooting skyward in the process. “My, you’re a tall one. This should prove interesting.” He readied his pen over the ledger. “Name?”

Both ‘champions’ arrived on time, accompanied by a bottle holder whose job it was to sponge their faces, give them water and provide a knee for them to sit on between each round. Often women prize fighters would strip down, losing unnecessary clothing, sometimes down to the waist. With the crowd gathering round, bets placed and rules made clear the fight got underway. amazing gay guy in a training session giving a superb blowjob before getting smashed in a boxing ring While many fans around the world may have hooted and hollered at the unexpected sight of breasts during a recent influencer-turned-boxer’s unorthodox celebration, promoter Eddie Hearn was not among them. Boxers had to follow a strict etiquette, so she and Nathan had attended several fights to refresh her knowledge. He had never seen a boxing match before. Despite the copious amounts of blood and gore on display, he’d watched the spectacle with a rapt expression. Whippersnapper’s more like it,” Mr. Giles muttered while writing her stage name. He gestured to the far corner of the lot. “There are two ahead of you. Go on over with the others and wait to be called.”

Delve into The Bloody World of Georgian female boxing by author Anna Freeman (via HistoryExtra), which includes riveting primary source references to real bouts: