‘Another View: The Deciding Blow – Pubic Mound Punch’. Sports photograph by: Drew Hammond.
‘There is a tide in the affairs of men.
Which, taken at the flood,
Leads on to fortune.
Omitted, all the voyage of their life,
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat.
And we must take the current when it serves.
Or lose our ventures’. Shakespeare: ‘Julius Caesar’.
The genius of Shakespeare’s works is the quotes from his plays do not necessarily apply to one of his characters in the play. He is universal, and his quotes can both apply, and are relevant, to all mankind. Or to be politically correct, also to all of womankind.
The stanzas from his Julius Caesar can apply to both Yasmine as well as to Venus.
In the previous photograph the current has now shifted to the Negress.
Here is the visual link to that previous photo which I titled: ‘The Deciding Blow: Pubic Mound Punch’: LINK:
This previous photo shows the back of Yasmine Lovin throwing that deciding punch, and the front of Venus Darling receiving it.
In the current picture at the top of this lengthy tome is an alternate view, and it shows how stunning that blow was to Venus’s ‘Mound Of Venus’. The irony of both her name and where the blow landed escapes nobody who is reading this writeup.
If you look closely at the Caucasian’s lovely butt cheeks you will see them tighten up in response to the trauma her pelvic area has just received.
There is the expression: ‘The Content Of His Or Her Character’.
Martin Luther King, Jr. used it most elegantly when he stated: “I look to a day when people will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character”.
It seems that the ‘Content Of Their Character’ in both boxers was filled to the brim with courage, guts, and determination. In this aspect, both Yasmine Lovin and Venus Darling were evenly matched.
Here is the visual link to an earlier photo of the Brunette slamming a hard right uppercut against the side of the Blonde’s breast, which I titled: ‘The Turning Point: One Miss And One Hit’: LINK:
And that tit punch was ‘In Deed’ the turning point of this boxing match. Its shock value enabled the following blows (Shown In The Above Photos) by the Negress to set up the cascade of crippling follow on punches to the Caucasian’s head which will lead to her eventual defeat.
As an aside:
Although Venus had much in the content of her character; she was also accursed with a flaw of Shakespearian proportions, and it had the Greek name of ‘Hubris’ – And this flaw would be her undoing. Matched, at an earlier moment, with carelessness of a similar proportion.
The word hubris is defined as: ‘Excessive pride or self-confidence. In the plays of the Greek tragedies such arrogance offended the ancient Greek Gods, and in the defiance by mere mortals of these Gods they called upon the Goddess Nemesis to enact retribution against those who succumbed to hubris.
The picture at the top of this writeup is the Goddess Nemesis taking human form.
After Darling had nailed Lovin with her 1,2 combination she was sure that the Negress was dazed enough for her to move in close for the final Coup De Grace punch to her chin.
Although the Brunette was ‘In Deed’ dazed, she had put in enough rounds to be able to now anticipate the Blonde’s gloved ‘Modus Operandi’. Blondie had a ‘Killer Instinct’ and would rush in to finish off her opponent, and Blackie used this instinct against her. By now Darling’s MO (Modus Operandi) was well established, and because both women were exhausted, they were too tired to change their methods of attack.
But Yasmine was not in a position to be in an attack mode, and she knew how Venus would close the distance and let loose her ‘Money Punch’ – A round house right aimed at her face. She saw the cocked fist about to be released, dropped her gloves, and offered her now unprotected face as a tempting target.
The Blonde took the bait and lashed out with her entire body thrusting forward to add additional force to the blow.
Yasmine slipped the punch by moving her head to the right and the glove whizzed past her ear.
The momentum of the money punch not hitting anything but air carried Blondie forward and a bit off balance.
In her eagerness, she had been careless, and the Negress taking advantage of this mistake immediately countered with a vicious right uppercut to the Caucasian’s right breast. She put everything behind it and the shock to Darling’s chest stunned her for several seconds.
And that is all the time that the Negress, now transfigured into Nemesis required.
Two punches had been released, the first one was a miss, and the second one was a hit.
And what a hit it was. It changed everything.
How both women punched their collective ways to this moment is as follows:
Earlier Yasmine had been punched to the canvas and for this African-American this battle had reached its climax – And she knew it. It was decision time of great pith and moment, and the Negress was caught up in the tide of battle which had ebbed and flowed throughout the fight.
As per usual, William Shakespeare put it best in his play: Julius Caesar:
This was the ‘Full Sea’ on which she was ‘Now Afloat’. And the moment for action, or reaction, or inaction would soon pass. It was a matter of seconds. No time for second thoughts as she was on her knees and the Referee was approaching to begin the countdown to loss.
True to her race, Yasmine was made of ‘Stern Stuff’, and would not quit. It only took a few seconds for her mounting courage to overtake her; that as well as the swelling rage she was feeling toward Venus, gave impetuous to her limbs to arise as some sort of Black Phoenix Bird and not quit, but to either eventually emerge victorious or go down swinging.
To that end the Negress got off the canvas in time, and then faking her distress by appearing woozy and backing up, sucking in Venus who charged forward for the kill. Yasmine outfoxed her by stopping her retreat, then stepping forward to wham against the body of the charging Blonde.
Yasmine wrapped her arms around Venus in a tight clinch and hung on for dear life.
This fight was not over – Yet.
Here is the visual link to that even earlier photo which I titled: ‘A Credible Clinch’: LINK:
Consequently, Darling also held on as tightly as she could – And waited. Then offered no resistance when the Referee stepped in to break up the tight clinch, and pushed both of them away from each other. Thereby allowing Venus to immediately attack the Negress by slamming a right hook into the lower belly of Lovin. This blow stunned Yasmine for the instant needed to prevent her backing away and ‘Reset’ her feet and mind to attack the Blonde.
And so the battle continued anew, as it was fully apparent that Venus was made of the same Stern Stuff that constituted her opponent’s body and soul.
As to the expression in the titles of the previous earlier pictures which had the words: 'Pooch Punch' in them, here is some background:
Concerning women's boxing, a 'Pooch' is not a dog; it's the small bulge most women have at their lower belly. Behind that bulge is the very essence of her femaleness - Her womb, and its placement there is the cause of that slight protuberance.
And that little bulge drives a lot of women crazy. No matter how much time they put in at the gym, they can't get rid of their pooch. They all want a 'Six Pack' and that doesn't mean a half dozen Budweisers sitting in their refrigerator. If truth be told, most men of substance sort of like that pooch. They think it's cute. Me included.
Now, to the point. Or in this case – To the punch: There are not a lot of strong lower stomach muscles there, consequently a glove with the full force of the boxer's body behind it can penetrate deeply into her pooch. If the force of the blow is great enough the pressure slamming against her uterus will cause it to convulse. Such trauma to this sensitive organ will effectively destroy her sexuality for a day and be knocked out of the match that evening. The horror is she will be conscious enough to hear the Referee tolling out the ‘Ten Count’ of her defeat and there is nothing she can do about it. Added to that horror is she will instinctively be holding her violated pooch/uterus with unfeeling gloves, this because the padding is preventing her fingers from trying to assess the damage, as well as assuage the pain - Both to no avail.
Now to a much earlier photo:
In that earlier photograph Yasmine had dropped to her knees in great pain from a wicked left uppercut into her right breast. She was looking up at Venus standing over her and you can see in her facial expression two things that are coursing through her punch dazed mind. In the title of that photo was both the Greek expression as well as the question: ‘Pathos Made Visual: Have You No Pity?’
The answer by her opponent, Venus, would of course be ‘No’.
Here is the visual link to that earlier photograph: LINK:
Pathos is one of three Greek words that Aristotle highlighted and used in his: ‘Ingredients For Persuasion’ – Otherwise known as: ‘The Appeals’. The other two names are ethos and logos. All three have a different meaning, and each has a specific way, or means, of persuading others to take a particular point of view.
From The Appeals: ‘Pathos – Emotional Influence of the Speaker on the Audience’.
By the Aristotle Greek definition ‘Pathos’: Is an appeal to emotion, and is a way of convincing an audience of an argument by creating an emotional response.
In Greek, pathos means: ‘Suffering’ – Literally.
However, within the title of this photograph, the English translation of pathos reads as such: ‘A quality that evokes pity or sadness. To view, or experience the reality of suffering; or to see a work of art which will arouse feelings of pity, sympathy, tenderness, or sorrow.’
In this photograph the downed Negress is holding her damaged right breast with her unfeeling boxing glove. That right tit is suffering – Literally. As is she – Figuratively.
When both women climbed into this boxing ring each knew this was going to be a fight to the finish – Literally; and when it was finished, one of them would be finished – Both figuratively and literally.
The boxing cliché: ‘Last Man Standing’, comes to mind. However, in this case both females knew the eventual outcome would be: ‘Last Woman Standing’.
And they were not alone in this realization.
The wealthy aficionados of female boxing, who were sitting at ringside and paid a lot of money for the ring rental and the cash prize money to the two boxers, wanted to get their money’s worth; and their blood lust would be totally fulfilled if one of the fighters was punched to the canvas by being rendered unconscious. Or to put it another way to visually view boxing’s ultimate two letter word: ‘KO’.
When two women are enclosed within a roped in area, and the singular and brutal reason for being there, is to punch into unconsciousness the opponent who standing at the other corner of a boxing ring…. Well, pity has no place here.
The other thought that was on the mind of the Negress was should she stay down and be counted out by the Referee? For round after round Yasmine had delivered her best shots, literally her ‘Money Shots’, kayo punches that had put other opponents to canvas.
To stay. Or at least for 10 seconds that the Referee needed to award the victory to Yasmine.
Those money shots had been converted into cash prize money for emerging the winner of her previous underground matches. Needless to say she was frustrated to the point of quitting. To be added, she was exhausted, her head, face and body were all pained, and the fatigued muscles in her shoulders and arms were losing their punch – Again, literally.
How all this came about is as follows:
In an earlier photograph the Blonde had slammed a devastating left uppercut into the right tit of the Brunette. I titled that picture: ‘UpperCut To Right Breast: Venus On The Attack’.
And Venus was on the attack – Relentlessly.
Here is the visual link to that previous photo.
The shock and pain of that vicious blow to her chest was so great that the Negress immediately dropped to her knees.
There was precedent:
She had been pounded to the canvas before. It was another uppercut, but of a different sort - This time to her jaw. But the result was the same – She was floored.
In this prior photograph, Venus had really nailed Yasmine with a vicious right uppercut to the jaw. The shock of its power has almost put the Negress to sleep. You could see her unfocused eyes half closed. The stun power of the punch to her brain forced the African-American’s legs to give way, she dropping to the canvas.
For four rounds this battle has seesawed back and forth – Figuratively, as well as seesawed up and down – Literally. Each fighter, in turn, getting off the canvas to clutch her standing opponent in a desperate arm wrap. Time after time Yasmine was punched to the canvas floor, and eventually become to symbolize a sort of Black Phoenix as she summand the willpower to overcome her weariness and pain, to yet again rise up from the ashes of defeat to fight anew.
In a much earlier photograph she had been pounded to the canvas and was seriously thinking of giving up.
Here is the visual link to that earlier picture which I titled: ‘Punched To Her Knees: Weltschmerz Made Visual’: LINK:
There is a German word that succinctly describes the look that the Negress, who has been pounded to her knees, is giving to her Caucasian opponent, and it is: ‘Weltschmerz’. It’s one of those German words that have no English equivalent, in that in one word it encapsulates an entire idea that takes an English sentence to describe. Weltschmerz, in English means: ‘World Pain’, or ‘World Weariness’ – Literally. Meaning it is a feeling of sadness and/or pessimism – Of pain or weariness that comes with knowing that the whole world is going to let you down no matter what, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
And that is what Yasmine was confronted with. Round after round the African-American had knocked the American-American to the canvas (I’m being Politically Correct to the extreme here), and round after round Venus Darling had got off the canvas like some kind of human Phoenix Bird and attacked Yasmine with a vengeance, and in turn punched her to the canvas a number of times.
Now Yasmine is despairing, because no matter how hard she tries, the Negress can’t put the Caucasian away for good.
Perhaps she's feeling that the Gods are against her. Yasmine is in great pain, especially her battered breasts, her whole body has been pounded to distraction, and she’s weary to the point of exhaustion. Additionally the blows to the head have resulted in a bothersome headache. Needless to say she’s seriously thinking of ‘Giving Up’ by ‘Staying Down’ and taking the approaching Referee’s 10 count.
Such a decision is Shakespearean in its gravity. The following is a portion of that Shakespeare masterwork of a Hamlet soliloquy, which is apropos to the decisions every boxer has to make during a match:
'To be, or not to be.
That is the question?
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer,
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?'
It can be rather intimidating having your opponent standing over you, and since this is an underground fight she doesn’t have to go to a neutral corner. Venus is looking down, literally and figuratively, at her downed rival and admiring her painful handiwork (Glovework?) to her opponent’s head and body.
While off to the side the Referee is in the process of counting the Negress out. Yasmine is hearing the count, but is concentrating on looking up at Venus and making two decisions at once – One is physical and the other is mental. The physical first one is does she have any coordination left in her lower body pelvic area to get her legs working and get back onto her feet; and the mental second one is if she still has the willpower to even try and get up.
At that moment, no one at ringside knew what she was going to do, and neither did I when I was taking that photograph. When I reviewed it I was thinking of giving it the title: ‘Thinking About A Change In Career Path’. Back then is when I suspected the African-American was starting to contemplate about taking up an entirely different line of work. By that I mean her whole body was hurting. All the way down to her pubic mound, even her clit wasn’t safe from Venus Darling’s gloves. An earlier punch to her pubic area had flattened her, and back then she barely beat the Referee’s count.
Here is a brief history of this boxing match:
So what’s going on here?
Simply and brutally, it is a fight for survival and money. This is an underground 'Interracial' boxing match, and it is for underground cash money. By definition, as well as what’s going on here, the word: ‘Interracial’ is a contest between two women who are of different races. Concerning these two fighters, nothing more should be assumed. In contrast, a: 'Intraracial' fight would be between two women who are of the same race. Be it interracial, or intraracial, they all want to win that cash prize money – Bad.
Tune in next week for the continuation of the 'Yasmine Lovin Versus Venus Darling' show.
Well, next week has arrived now, and we need to go further back in time.
During those one minute breaks between rounds, both women were thinking if they were woman enough to beat her opponent. Normally in an aboveground boxing match between men, be it amateur or professional, the expression: 'Am I man enough to take him' goes through the mind of each fighter at least once during the fight. However, in these underground boxing matches between women, the expression: 'Am I woman enough to beat her' is not about gender, they being women fighters; instead this almost cliché expression takes on an entirely different meaning. This because these fight to the finish matches allow each boxer to go after the other woman's femaleness. So it comes down to if one fighter can endure more pain and punishment to her breasts; and 'Pooch' (The bulge most women have in their lower belly that holds her womb); and ovaries (The female 'Nuts' located at the lower left and right of her pooch), than her female opponent.
It gets worse. If the match eventually degenerates into both going below the belt, and that is when the underground ringsiders get their money's worth, because they love it this when this happens, and as such is usually allowed, then the ultimate blow to a woman's femaleness is to the clit, and can she survive such a punch and keep standing. These are the dark thoughts, and visions, each will think during the rest breaks between rounds.
In the following picture those dark thoughts have been made visual:
Late in the fight Venus saw that an exhausted Yasmine got careless and her pubic mound became open to what could be a fight-ending blow.
The title of this photograph is: 'Schadenfreude Made Visual: Right To The Pussy'. Here is the visual link to that photo: LINK:
In the English language there is no one word that encapsulates the expression: 'A pleasure derived from the pain or misfortunes of others'. But in the German psyche, they have that one word deep in their very soul, and Schadenfreude tells a lot about them. The literal English translation is: 'Harm-Joy' – That is the feeling of joy or pleasure when one sees another fail or suffer pain, or experience misfortune.
At this moment there is one woman who is really enjoying herself inside that boxing ring, and that is the Blonde. Although Darling is wearing a mouthpiece, the smile of satisfaction (Almost a leer) can not be hidden as she watches Yasmine's lips pucker up in pain, and hears a grunt of distress forced out from between her puckered puss from that punched pussy.
The title also has a play on words, in that the word: 'Right' has two meanings. The first is that 'Right Glove' is sinking into the opponent's pubes. The second is the punch is landing at the 'Right Spot', the center of the Negress’s womanhood. Now, this is a tough, brutal, 'Fight To The Finish' boxing match and yet that woman is smiling. Ah, the joy of inflecting pain. The other woman is not so inclined.
Venus, the Blonde, prides herself on being a ‘Clean Fighter’, and as an underground champion in her weight class she doesn’t like to be underhanded in her punches. She’ll go after an opponent’s boobs without hesitation, and in these ‘Fight To The Finish’ underground boxing matches attacking the breasts are permitted, even encouraged; but it’s against her nature to get ‘Down And Dirty’ by going below the belt. Low blows are also permitted in these fights, and encouraged; but she stays away from them and will only go low in retaliation. And retaliate she does, and in this case with a mixture of anger and gusto.
Darling fights mainly for the under the table cash, but also for the sport of it. She held no dislike for previous opponents and hoped they both ‘Fought Clean’. And usually did.
However, starting in the first round of this battle, Venus had been punched to her knees and she realized that this was going to be a brutal fight against a very determined opponent. Early on she realized that this was no ‘Sporting Boxing Match’, but instead had turned into a vicious fight for survival. This battle has seesawed back and forth, each woman in turn decking the other to the canvas. It was that sense of desperation which propelled Darling to forgo her principles when she saw that Yasmine was wide open for a fight-ending punch to her pubic area.
Wasting no time, the Blonde was able to get in close and slam a right glove square into the Brunette’s ‘Mound Of Venus’. The Negress immediately dropped to the canvas in agony. Now Venus is pretty smart, and the irony of a blow to another woman’s mound of Venus, and its name being the same as the Blonde’s, was not lost to Darling.
The Brunette’s ‘Mound Of Venus’ is a euphemism for a woman’s pussy. By definition a ‘Euphemism’ is normally an innocuous word or, in this case – Expression, that is used in place of one that is offensive or unpleasant.
Well, the Negress has just received an unpleasant experience via that fist covered glove. Which is an understatement of the first order. Her physical reaction to it was her pelvis was traumatized to such an extent that it went into a spasm of pain and her legs became uncontrollable for the instant needed for her to drop to her knees. She dropped so fast that the follow-up roundhouse punch aimed at the side of her jaw passed over the top of her head. If it had landed, that would have been the end of the fight.
The African-American did an ‘El Foldo’, in that she pitched forward and then straight down, dropping upright onto her knees, then with a loud groan that traveled all the way down with her as the head sank to the floor, the front of her face coming to rest on the canvas.
From ringside, it almost looked to the small attending audience that she was eating canvas – Literally. The photograph was titled: 'BUFD: A New Classic Boxing Term - Booty Up Face Down'.
The old classic boxing expression of AUFD (Ass Up Face Down) is usually applied to men boxers, when they had been punched to their knees and their forehead, or face, was resting on the canvas. However in this stunning photograph, a new expression has been created that can only be applied to an African-American female boxer. And here it is visually, courtesy of Yasmine Lovin, although methinks she’s not that happy to be in this position to make history – Word-wise that is.
Here is the visual link to that photo I titled: 'BUFD: A New Classic Boxing Term - Booty Up Face Down': LINK:
Now, when a boxer has been punched to her knees she'll get to thinking.
Yasmine was in great pain and only had ten seconds to decide if she would give up by staying down, or ‘Get Down’ (So to speak) by getting up and stay in the fight. She was in a situation that just about every boxer will find themselves in at one time or another. To choose to stay down and end the agony, or to beat the Referee’s ten count and rise up from the boxing ring canvas in order to not merely endure – But to prevail.
By standing back up would not guarantee her winning the fight, but succumbing to the agony in her pelvic area and not willing her trembling legs to function would guarantee her defeat.
No one in the small audience knew what the Negress would do. At that point, neither did Yasmine.
But the Referee knew what to do and started counting.
The late, great, Muhammad Ali once mentioned that it usually takes a combination of punches to knock an opponent out. One punch can floor a boxer, and in such pain, or groggy can be counted out. But a combination of at least two blows to body and head, or both to the head, can render an opponent unconscious. That is a true ‘KAYO’. As Ali implied, the brain would be so overwhelmed by blows that to escape the trauma it would seek sleep. Sleep, a most gentle word that – For unconscious.
Let’s face it, boxing is a painful sport, and also in this case ‘Baseness’ is from ‘Base’, and by definition base: ‘Is the bottom or lowest part of something.’ And there is no lower blow in female boxing than a cunt punch, and such a base punch is only allowed in the shadows of underground boxing whereby underhanded (undergloved?) blows are permitted.
That being said, the baseness of that low blow by Venus Darling to Yasmine Lovin’s ‘Mound Of Venus’ (Forget the irony of the use of Venus) has resulted, in my inflated opinion, to be one of the very best of a number of great photographic POV’s (Point Of View) of female underground boxing ‘Kunt Punches’ ever taken.
No one at ringside had any idea of what Yasmine was going to do, and as a matter of fact, neither did she. But the Referee knew exactly what he was hired to do and moved in close enough for the downed boxer to hear the tolling countup to her eventual defeat.
When he got to “Seven” he was interrupted by a loud ‘Clang’ from ringside, as the timer also did his job by ending the round. It was stopwatch close, but Lovin was saved by one of the oldest cliché’s in all boxing, in that she was literally ‘Saved By The Bell’. Her cornerwoman immediately scrambled across the canvas and dragged her female charge back to her corner. She literally had to lift the Brunette onto her stool because the boxer hadn’t fully recovered the use of her legs.
By force of will she answered the clang of the next round, albeit on rubbery legs.
With murderous intent, the Blonde strove across the ring in order to move in for the kill.
Lovin tried to clinch her, but Darling would not oblige her. She stepped to her right and slammed a right uppercut deep into the left breast of the Negress.
Firstly, the expression on the face of Yasmine is priceless. It would be funny if it wasn't so painful. The Blonde has really slammed a hard right into the left breast of the Brunette, and the Negress has about the same expression of being hit in the solar plexus. The expulsion of air, that 'Oofff', makes her look like she wants to kiss her opponent, and speaking of kiss, that is what the glove is doing to her tit. No tender kiss – This, that leather glove is kissing her orb most hurtfully. I had originally thought of titling this exceptional picture: 'Oofff: Reaction To Breast Punch'. However, after I uploaded it, I immediately returned to it and revised it. Although the initial title is more descriptive, I let my poetic license take over and realized that this picture makes visual the kiss of leather and the kiss of pain, and as such is just too poetic to be hidden from view.
As an aside, opportunity doesn’t always shout in one’s ear; sometimes it is only a whisper.
At one time during the match Venus knew the end was near, and she is going to win the fight. All she has to do to defeat her Brunette rival is put all of her remaining reserves of strength into delivering a fight ending 1, 2 combination. The first one would be the setup punch to the body, quickly followed by the followup – A second blow landing on the chin.
That is during this instant, albeit, it would take several seconds for the full impact of the thought to become embedded into the darkest reaches of the Blonde’s soul. The 1,2 combination was whispered into her ear – And she paid it no heed. This because she succumbed to one of the human failings which we mortals are heir too, and it has a name. And is an ancient name, A Greek one, and is as old as the Greek Gods themselves, and it is called: ‘Hubris’. By definition hubris means: ‘Excessive pride or self-confidence. Arrogance. This failing often appears in Greek tragedy plays, in which a human has an excess of ambition, or pride; and ultimately the Greek Gods interfere – Causing the transgressor's ruination.’
Eventually, the result of this hubris would be for Venus to miss her chance for a quick end to this battle. Instead of the previously mentioned 1,2 combo to body then head, she chose to inflect additional pain upon her fistic rival by forgoing the smart body attack to the solar plexus (Knocking the wind out of her opponent), or slamming her lower belly (Which in her extensive training had taught her that her opposite would instinctually drop her gloves to the violated belly), which in both cases would leave the head fully exposed for the followup number 2 punch – The fight ending KO blow to the head.
Instead she decided to pile on the agony by attacking the very physical symbol of a woman’s femaleness, Yasmine’s vulnerable and sensitive breasts.
But that would be seconds later.
And those passing seconds were long enough to let the sure win slip away – All in the name of painful revenge.
To stay in the game, female boxing that is, the women have to be quick as well as tough – Both physically and mentally. And the Blonde, as well as the Brunette, are as tough as they get. A lot of delivered punches are real stunners – Literally. If a fighter allows one of these painful blows to stun her into immovability, even for a mere second, she’ll stand there like a statue and be a perfect target for a follow-on punch that can be equally stunning. It’s those 1,2 combinations that will put a boxer on the canvas.
The world of boxing is full of clichés, and one of the oldest, and truest is the boxing saying: ‘The Old One, Two Combination’:
The first blow (1) of that 1,2 combo is often to the body, and is the ‘Set-Up’ punch. It is intended to have the opponent drop her gloves to protect the body.
The second blow (2) of that 1,2 combination is the followup ‘Money Punch’, which will be aimed for the head. It’s those head punches, especially to the jaw and chin that will end the battle.
By thoughtful physical training and equally thoughtful mental toughness, boxers have to build up a tolerance to such physical blows – Especially those 1,2 combos; and in addition develop the mental mindset to shake off a head or body blow that normally would paralyze an unprepared boxer during that critical second.
Again, returning to the greatest play ever written: ‘Hamlet’, Shakespeare said it best:
‘If it be now, ’tis not to come.
If it be not to come, it will be now.
If it be not now, yet it will come.
The readiness is all.’
And both Venus and Yasmine were ready.
Here is the background of how this underground boxing match came to be:
This is an underground 'Fight To The Finish' prize fight between the Negress Yasmine and the Caucasian Darling. These women are fighting with 'Mens Rules', in that each round is three minutes long instead of the two minutes for aboveground amateur and professional women's bouts. The reason is because of money. That last minute in a three minute round is when a lot of knockouts occur. By then both fighters have delivered a lot of punches (An exhausting process), and received a lot of blows (A painful process), and consequently they are both tired and hurting. As such that is when they start to make mistakes and in boxing terms those mistakes are called openings, and when one fighter sees an opening it can possibly result in a KO. Or at the least a damaging blow that will severely weaken her opponent. These ringsiders are paying a lot of money to see a woman flattened and a Referee standing over her counting to ten. None of these 'undergrounds' go to a decision. Therefore, this bout is literally a 'Prize Fight' because these two women are not fighting each other for sport, but instead for 'Under-The-Table' tax-free cash prize money that will be split two-thirds (66.7%) to the winner and one-third to the loser (33.3%).
This boxing match was held earlier in 2013 in Los Angeles and was an invitation only to female boxing aficionados around the world. This limited number of wealthy combative women fanatics flew into LAX, which is just a few miles from where this boxing ring was set up, to pay large amounts of money for cash prizes to be distributed to the women who would be fighting each other that day. What is interesting is a number of the ringsiders were wealthy females who paid the same amount as the men.
The boxing trunks the women are wearing were designed by me and are specifically designed for women boxers. There is a boxing equipment manufacturer in the San Fernando Valley (Right next to Los Angeles) that produces all manner of custom-made fighting equipment – From real leather boxing gloves to real satin boxing trunks. And everything in between. It's called 'Pro Boxing Equipment' and located in Canoga Park. I know the store manager rather well and he made sure these fight trunks were flawless. They were made right here in the L.A. area and were damn expensive because of the use of American labor. Which I'm willing to pay for. Anyway, they have an elastic waistband with the 'PRO' logo on the front, just like the male trunks they manufacture. However, where they differ is below the waistband are white female thongs that I bought at Victoria's Secret and supplied to Pro. The upper part is integrated into the waistband while the lower thong part shows off a Black's booty or a White's derrière. And that is what the ringsiders are paying the big bucks to see. That, as well as their bare chests as they are fighting topless. Ah, the power of money.
The rules are simple. Each is allowed one 'Cornerperson' to take care of them between rounds. They fight three minute rounds, with a one minute rest period, and go at it until one is punched down to the canvas and is counted out by the Referee; or one quits from the pain. They don't go to a decision. The Referee stays out of the way and only steps in to break up clinches or count a fallen fighter out. Standing eight counts are rare, and usually instituted by the Referee to see if the fighter is in serious danger, such as just receiving a broken nose, and that sort of damage has got to stop the fight. If it's a bloody nose, it's up to the boxer to continue.
The boxing gloves were also supplied by me and they are real leather Everlast 'Professional Fight Gloves', and are six-ouncers, which are the perfect size for the women's smaller hands.
The clear mouthpieces I supply and custom fit for each boxer, and in a previous photograph you can see one of them in Yasmine's open mouth as she gasp's out an 'Oomph' from the blow. I am quite adamant that each girl wear a mouthpiece in order to prevent chipped teeth.
Writeups and images of this particular match will be uploaded on a weekly basis – From start (And this has become a painful start for both women) to the knockout of a finish.
In conclusion, boxing is a noble, yet brutal sport of extremes – Be they bouts by men or women. These bouts will develop over time to some sort of conclusion. At one extreme it can be ‘Benign’, in that the last round is over and both boxers are still standing and it goes to a decision by the ringside judges, to be eventually announced by the Referee, who will announce a winner. Physically there are no detrimental effects, not even a bloody nose. A almost harmless encounter.
However, that is not a conclusion which true boxing aficionados want to see. They pay to sit at ringside and hope, perhaps some even having a grotesque prayer, to bear witness to an ending ‘In Extremis’. This is a Latin phrase which means: ‘In the furthest extreme’. It gets worse: ‘In dire straits’. Worst still: ‘In grave or extreme circumstances’.
Worst of all: ‘At the point of dying’. And in this worst of all physical scenarios there are two capital letters which define their horrifically emotional blood lust: ‘KO’. This abbreviation for ‘KnockOut’ has an ultimate definition (In Extremis) which is a boxer who has been rendered unconscious. ‘Tis a short journey from unconscious to dead. Now, no one in their right mind want’s that. But to be rendered unconscious is a near thing – To death.
Unlike the movies, this is drama for real. When it gets to a down and dirty slugging match, those at ringside can hear the thuds of bare leather slamming into bare skin; see up close the pain in faces contorted by agony; view the bodies sagging from total exhaustion; clearly hear the various grunts, gasps, wheezing, and convulsive panting for air – Lungs screaming for more air, ever more oxygen for lungs convulsed by stunning, bruising blows to the ribs. Instead of hearing, seeing panting of a different sort, a sharing by both fighters in common prayer, their emotional panting for an end to the agony made visual.
Like the movies, this is real contrasting drama. Inside the ‘Squared Circle’ is all the harsh, as well as the beauty, of human existence. The contrast of grand sportswomanship, versus the petty jealousies that mar the female psyche; of major revelations versus minor actions; the interplay of necessity versus contingency; and finally the crucial punches versus the coincidental exchanges of blows.
Now to other matters of great import:
Over the years, a number of viewers have written to me essentially asking, ‘What the fuck is going on here?’ Or, ‘Why are you depicting women fighting each other?’
Well, the only answer I can give is this: “You are what you love. You are not the one who loves you back.” Which means what you love defines you. It doesn't matter what others think. Of great danger is allowing those who love you define you. It’s wonderful to be loved, but those who love you are human, and as such have human frailties. If you allow them to define you, then when those frailties come to the fore, and they will – It’s a part of being human, then the hurt can be excruciating. Sometimes to the point of suicide.
Now to the essential point: These two women have determined to prove to themselves, and to themselves alone, of if they have what we pilots call: ‘The Right Stuff’. They know full well that when they enter a boxing ring it is dangerous, and can be lethal on occasion. Now, I can tell you that flying an airplane can be scary at times – When weather conditions rapidly deteriorate and you can’t see a damn thing, or having to land on a short runway and there is a 40 mph crosswind, or the ultimate terror, which is your engine quits. It is those, and a myriad of other aerial situations, when you need the right stuff to not panic, to trust your instruments, and yourself.
And what is the ultimate test of a woman’s courage, spirit, body, and endurance? In a word: War. And boxing, be it with bare fists or gloves, is fistic war – Almost to ‘In Extremus’. Actual warfare is both figuratively and literally: ‘At the point of death’, and from the Latin literally means: ‘In the farthest reaches.’
Our current civilization has modified this form of fistic war into a sport. And ‘Aboveground’ has rules and ‘Belowground’ has none, with ‘Underground’ somewhere in between – Rule wise that is.
But this sport always takes place in some form of ‘Battleground’. And in the ‘Background’ always lurks that ultimate price of warfare the: Spectre Of Death’.
Boxing is a dangerous sport and the ghost of death is always near. In fact I had an artist friend of mine make visual that ghost.
A boxing match is as fluid as the tides, as it surges back and forth, minute by unending minute, round by interminable round, as the fighters become ever more awash in a sea of salty water. Of hair and skin so soaked in sweat that those who are sitting at ringside will sometimes be showered by all that sweat, brought on via a head shot which will spin the head with such violence that a nimbus of shining water will spray out in an arc that will form a halo around an ethereal vision that can only be described as a pugilistic Deity who cannot be of this earth, and yet can be brought to canvas.
I'll leave it to Aristotle to have the last word (Actually sentences) concerning 'Pathos:
"The expression 'Pathos' encompasses the emotional influence on the audience. The goal of each speech is to persuade the audience, therefore it is necessary to put the audience in the appropriate emotional states. The Emotions are all those feelings that so change men as to affect their judgements, and that are also attended by pain or pleasure. Such are anger, pity, fear and the like, with their opposites."
For now, anyway.