BellyPunch Contest - Semifinal   
by Micha
Part 6


Before you all read this, you should know something. This story is getting
about Belly Punching, such is not something for everyones taste. Every scene,
every action, every person is based about fiction and fantasy. Nothing
happened in reality. Please people, do not try out the very hard scenes with
other people. You can cause injuries with that. In my own opinion, I would
place this Belly Punching fight into the hard fighting area. If you do not
like it so hard, then do not read it. But always think, everything is pure
fantasy.

If you have problems, with reading the english language, then notice the
following. I am not origin from a english speaking country. I tried many
translating software tools, but all are far more worse, than my own
translation skills. Before you start complaining about my english, always
think, that I try my best, to make everything so well understandable for you.
But sometimes, I have to go over my skills, when it is necessary to explain
something very exactly. Please forgive me, when I am not writing the perfect
english.

This is the 6th from 7 parts of this story.

You sure can leave feedback and comments, but please, only about the story. If
you are not a fan of such stories, then you should not read it and give not a
comment, after reading it, about my person.

And now enjoy the 6th part.

Yes!, I really did it. I finally fought then the semifinal of the BellyPunch
Contest. Why? I still even do not know it. It was not a stomach decision. My
stomach had said No to the semifinal. He had given up after the quarter final
match. He was already finished after that match. Before the semifinal, I had a
long talk with my partner. And until 30 minutes before the semifinal, I did
not want to fight it. It was then simply a spontaneous decision. If you are
then, once again, in the fighting hall and stand in the ring, everything from
before, is forgotten. You concentrate youself on a new fight. Now, everything
is long over. I have tomorrow, in each case, another 2-3 more fights to
challenge. I will, presumably, do the first fight. Overnight, I will be able,
to recover my stomach well and hopely will get him fit again. What more, will
then happen tomorrow after the first fight, I do not know yet. I will descide
this then also spontaneously. But everything depends on the fact, whether I
get my stomach again fit. Now, 1 hour after the semifinal, I still think, that
my stomach can recover, but being again fit, no no, nearly impossible. The
semifinal match was not so hard, like the quarter final fight. Between the
quarterfinal and semifinal were not much time to recover. My stomach was,
after the quarterfinal, so hard punched. Believe me, it did not matter, who my
opponent was. You did not need to punch my stomach so much, to give him the
totally rest. When I, nearly 90 minutes before the semifinal heard then from
my partner, that my opponent had gone through her quarterfinal, without doing
a fight, I was sure, not to take place at this semifinal match. My opponent
had gotten through her quarterfinal match, because her opponent, had gotten a
flu overnight. She was not able, to do a fight then and the match was decided
immediately.

My opponent was Brooke Richardson. Brooke herself was not, the so called
too-hard-opponent. She was surely better than me, but weaker than Silvana from
my group. But like I already said it before, it did not care so much, against
who I would fight. If it would be a weaker woman than Sarah, even that woman
would have good chances. But, it was Brooke. She weighed 134 lbs at 5,51 ft
size and had won in Louisiana. In the posing round she had gotten 9 points,
although, I would have given her more. She had done 115 crunches and had to
stop the loading capacity test after 2:03 minutes. More than 163 lbs, she
could not withstand, at the test with the punching machine.

When I saw her then in the ring, my feelings became a little bit scaring. Why?
Well, her stomach looked to me, as if the semifinal match would be her
absolute first one at this contest. In her contest-group, she had won 2
matches by a giving-up and only one match had gone over the full 10 rounds.
Her quarter-final had run without doing a match, because of the illness of her
opponent. And just like that, her stomach looked then. Completely top-fit,
completely no signs of punches or kicks, completely immaculate. Her stomach
shone from sweat pearls. Brooke had prepared herself, until directly before
the match, onto the hardest. And optically, no question. Her stomach looked
the same perfect, like that one of Sarah, it only has some more muscle-mass.
The rest of her body was normally build. She had not too strong legs and arms.
From her neck, down to her feet, she has the optimally best muscle-mass size.
Just the same, like my body, only a little more mass. But her stomach was much
better developed, than mine. My stomach was, before that match, the totally
opposite looking. I had swellings and blue spots on the left and right side,
my middle section has not too thick swellings, but was already very darkred
coloured. You could see, my really well developed and deep ABS only a little,
if I flexed my stomach over the limit. After I had seen then Brookes stomach,
I did not think anymore of having chances, to win this match.

Then, the first round began. Brooke was allowed to begin. And how she began.
Directly in her first punch, she showed me all power, she could get. She aimed
very exactly into my gut area. And how purposeful she hit in there. I had
given everything, but I could not resist so much against this punch. For my
luck, the stomach middle was still that area, at which I could flex the most
possible. But remember always, from match to match, it becomes less and less
resistance. I had to make then some steps to the back and went then into the
knees. How extreme Brooke had hit, you could also heard at my scream. It was
so loud, that the crowd outside became quiet, because of the astonishment. Oh
hell, what a pressure in my stomach. And that in an area, from where I still
thought, to resist the best against punches and kicks. What would happen then,
if Brooke would punch so hard, in already more painfuller areas? I needed a
while, until I stood uprightly again in the ring middle and could make my
first punch. I punched in her left stomach side. It was absolutely sure, that
she could resist any punch, in her stomach middle, fully. You could already
see it very well, how hard and resistant her stomach middle was. Her stomach
sides seemed a little weaker, but only insignificantly weaker. I also gave
everything, what I could get and punched into her left side very purposefully.
But, she only made an automatic movement, what everyone would do, if you get
such a punch there. Her upper body inclined sidewards down the left side. But
that was only a normal reaction. Immediately, Brookes upper body was then
again fully raised. No painful noise came out of her mouth, nothing. You could
see at the impact of my fist, like also from the fact, how deep inside my fist
went, that I my punch was indeed damnded hard. But that was never hard enough,
so that Brooke has to flex her best possible. Again, in that moment I thought,
why I fought that match. It seemed, like if everything were for nothing. It is
a carzy feeling. Yourself already know, that your own stomach is at his end.
Then you give everything and your opponent nearly laughs about your punch. No
no, it is then very crazy and funny, that you still carry on fighting, without
hesitating, like I also did then.

Her 2nd punch went then into my right side. This side already hurted me very
much. I could absorb the punch a little, but the punch was far too hard.
Again, I must went into the knees and stayed a while in this position. In
addition, I massaged my right side. But you could not massage there so much.
The side was swollen and very hard. My 2nd punch went then into her right
side. I had tested her left side before, without success and thought
therefore, then to test her right side. But also there, with the same
dissuccess. But 2 things surprised me. The first was, with which power I still
could punch. That I still had so much strength. You saw it again at my punch,
that he was very hard. The 2nd thing was, how Brooke absorbed this punch.
Then, the 1 minute punching time was over. From the 1 minute, I had presumably
used 55 seconds, to recover from Brookes punches. But we both were allowed, to
do our 3rd punch. Before Brooke made then that 3rd punch, I had already
thought, that she would hit me in my left side. She had tested my stomach
middle, my right side, therefore, still the left side was not tested then. She
knew, that my left side was the most vulnerable. If you only pressed shortly
with a finger on that, that would already hurt enough. And if that already
hurted then so much, you can imagine, what a full hard punch of Brooke could
achieve then. I knew that. I concentrated me fully on flexing my left side. I
flexed everything possible and my concentrated my thoughts only, to resist
against that punch and not to think of any pains. Now, afterwards, I still
think, that this all helped me something. Otherwise, I presumably had not
stand up again, after that punch. So, Brooke gave everything and hit me very
exactly into my left side. I did not go into the knees, no no, I completely
fell to ground. Even, if I gave everything, it was maybe, like if I did
nothing. Crazy, not?! Absolute no resistance. A feeling, like if somebody just
had destroyed your whole left stomach side. I needed very long, until I could
get up again. The referee gave me the time. But standing uprightly again was
impossible. But, I made then also my last punch. With much less strength and
without any special aiming. I did that punch only formally, because I had to
do him. I, myself, only wanted into my ring corner. Brooke felt absolutely
nothing from my last punch.

Then, we both went into our corners. I, with my stomach slightly bend to the
left side and Brooke, as if nothing had happened. In the ring corner, I talked
to my partner, how I still could continue? I, just was unable to walk
uprightly. But also my partner did not have any words for my current
situation. I was not angry about him. I also had no answer, how I should keep
on fighting. I only could go into the defensive. Only avoiding Brookes punches
and searching myself for 1-2 chances, to hit into Brookes stomach. I also
decided then, to take my whole concentration, to avoid anything. In my
situation, you only can act so defensively. Maybe, that is then also very
disappointed for the public. But those still must thought then, that I keep on
fighting and not gave up. To give up was still the better choice, but Ok, I
continued then.

2. Round:

Brooke walked torwards me. I, indeed, could get up well, but walking was
nearly impossible. But I could avoid Brookes punch. In the first time after
that punch, she hunted me through the ring. The whole time I grasped a little
the uppiest ring rope, so that I can not fell to the ground. I also said to
myself, how senseless this hunting was. What is that for a match, if you let
yourself only hunted through the ring? But I also had a big fear about Brookes
punches. A little longer than a minute, she hunted me. Then, when I had
arrived again in my corner, I turned myself round very fast. During my turn, I
had also clenched my fist and punched then Brooke, which were still in her
walk move. I, immediately, did some more punches. Crazy, while I was punching
Brooke, I felt pains everywhere. But, I had to put away these pains, in order
to give Brookes stomach a punching series. I succeeded in that. Also I could
press Brooke, with this punching series, into the ring ropes and could hold
her there. Brooke punched back. Many of her punches went into the emptiness,
because I could pull in my stomach a little, but some punches also hit me.
Those ones were then very hard, but all in all, I was on a good way. I sensed
every punch of her more than clearly, but for the moment, I could put away all
pains and kept on punching her hard. I had to continue so hard and fast behind
each other. Because, Brooke showed no painful reactions. You saw, that her
stomach discolored easily, but every punch of me, was like nothing hurtable
for her. It was an immensely hard series, but I could not demanded Brookes
stomach anything painful. I noticed then also quickly, how my arm strength
decreased, but I called up all reserves. And those arm strength reserves
achieved an punching impact, which was already incredible. I could land deep
hits, everywhere in Brookes stomach. Sometimes, I had the feeling, that Brooke
would not even flex her stomach, so deeply in it, I could hit her. But this
all listens so good for me, but it was only the optically view in this match.
Brooke showed absolutely no reaction, that my punching series would impress
her somehow. Or, that her stomach had to resist against my punches so much.
Then the 2nd round was over. I, sure, would have been glad, but I was it not.
When I stoped the series and went into my corner, I saw, how also Brooke went,
without any painful reaction, into her corner. Her team did not even treated
her stomach, they only spoke with Brooke. You only saw, that through the
punches, her stomach has become red. But not the smallest painfully reaction,
that I would have demanded her. No quiet groan or sigh, no massaging or
creaming of her stomach, nothing. It was incredible to see, how easy feeling
she sat in her corner. My situation was exactly the opposite. My partner
creamed my stomach, my swellings and massaged it a little. I only tried, to
not think about my own pains. It was really crazy. Remember, I did that hard
punching series to Brookes stomach, but I was also the person, which was
finished.

3. Round:

I could stand up better. Again, Brooke coming up, torwards me, very quickly.
She had already clenched her fist. Without hesitating, I lifted up my leg for
doing a kick and succeeded fully. Through my kick, Brooke was pressed a little
back and was then unconcentrated. Immediately, I ran with both fists against
her stomach and pressed her, with full impact, into the ring ropes. When I had
her in the ropes, I kept on with 2 kicks. After the 2nd kick, first, her body
swung hard against the rope and then fell to the ground. She fell so good,
that she laid then full stretched backwards before me. I had to act
immediately. She was still fully top-fit. Therefore, I had to kick very
quickly, so that she did not have the smallest chance, to get up. I could keep
her at the ground. A long time, Brooke attempted, to get up quickly, but my
kicks, stretched her always again to ground. She could not resist against my
kicks so easy like my punches, but it did not look, as if it were too hard for
her stomach. But I did not give up. The time came, when Brooke gave it up, to
try standing up and remained simply laying. Sounds funnily, but that was
possible better for her, than for me. Now, she could flex her stomach
maximally, which made my kicking, the success of my kicking, more less for me.
I saw it at every kick, that my foot did not went in so deeply, anymore. I hit
only her skin. If you see then, that you kick and kick and your opponent feels
like nothing, then it is senseless, to keep on kicking. But I continued.
Maybe, sometime, if only a little bit, I will break her resistance. Well, at
the end of the round then, I also felt that. Her stomach muscles decreased her
felxion and my kicks went in again more deeply. But I never had the feeling,
as if Brooke would have problems with my kicks. Exactly, like in the 2nd
round, I also made in that 3rd round only these single action. That time then,
instead of a punching series, then a kicking series. When we went then into
our corners, I felt a little better. I, myself, had not gotten too much
punching in the 2 rounds. But, it was also not easy for me to do these series,
because my own stomach also had to do every movement by himself. But I could
tolerate it. And again the same picture in the ring corners. While my partner
was preparing my stomach, Brookes team did not make anything with her stomach.
Her stomach was darkred coloured now everywhere and was a little swollen
around the bellynavel, because of my kicking series. But, during the kicking
series, like also in the break then, Brooke had not sighed only a little bit.
Either, she could suppress everything so mentally well, or her stomach was far
too hard. I think, it was more the last thing.

4. Round:

It simply looked funny, that my partner prepared my stomach very wildly,
creamed it and massaged it, although I had not gotten anything. And then
Brooke. Her team did nothing with her stomach, although I had kicked her very
hard. But it seemed, that this were for her like nothing. Unusually began then
the 4th round. We both went normal to the ring middle. Brooke did not ran
torwards to me and I did also nothing. Then, we stood in the middle and only
looked at ourselves. Of course, we both had flexed our stomachs up to the
maximum. You could really never know, when the other one would punch first.
But anyhow, none of us two wanted to begin. The referee also looked confusedly
into my eyes and Brookes too, because no one did something. Then, Brooke made
two steps back and began to skip in the ring. The crowd began screaming boo.
Brookes coach shouted loud to her, that she should begin. But he shortly
disturbed Brookes concentration with that. She made a very small swing with
her head to the right. Immediately I saw that and punched her. Brooke stumbled
a little backwards. My punch was already aimed and very hard, but Brookes
stomach was harder. Quickly, I wanted to keep on. I could do then 5 more
punches, until I had Brooke again in the ropes. But then Brooke started
punching and how she started. Like being out of rage she hit hard back. And
how I had always presumed it before, self a weak punch of her, would cause a
lot in my so predamaged stomach. But Brookes punches were beyond any weakness,
they were exactly the opposite. Already after her first punch, I had to stop
my own punching series and have to make some steps back. But immediately,
Brooke kept on and let massive punches followed. And if you had seen, how less
swing Brooke took and punched then so massive, well people, you could imagine
then, what would happen, if she would punch with all her strength reserves.
Brooke needed only 5 punches, to press me into the opposite ropes. I was
caught then in those ropes. I still tried, to punch back. I always hit her,
but all punches were ineffective for Brooke. But hers, by far, not for me.
Within the first rounds of this match, she had tested only my stomach middle.
I was still glad about that. But as I hanged then in the ropes, she repeatedly
punched me very hard in my stomach sides. She did only 6 more punches, as I
had to go to ground. I was not only groggy after those punches, I was already
over my limit. My stomach was too damaged, from all matches before. I could
not take so much anymore. At this time, I was very glad, that we had used, the
most time of this round, to stare at ourselves. Through that, a lot of time
had gone by. When I was then at the ground, Brooke could "only" kick me 3 more
times, before the gong rang. I could not get up alone. Brooke had done only a
very few actions and even had not used her full strength. But my stomach was
simply too vulnerable from all matches before. My partner helped me then
getting up and, arm in arm, we went into my ring corner.

5. Round:

30 seconds of break is then nothing. They were very quickly over. My partner
tried everything, so that I, but maybe more my stomach could recover. But,
like I said, 30 seconds are notthing for that. The gong sounded and the 5th
round began. No, I could not get up so fast, like before. I also had to hold
my stomach, while standing up, because it hurted too much. There I realized
then, that I would never come into the final. But I also did not wanted to
give up then. Not, after only one round for Brooke. Somehow, you still have a
small hope. This hope was then immediately away, when the foot of Brooke
kicked me. Again in my stomach middle, but she pressed me then against the
ring post. I stood not even completely uprightly, when I already felt the
pressure of her foot. Brooke pressed her foot a few seconds in my stomach and
pressed it even still more deeply in. Then she pulled it out. I wanted to
react immediately and wanted to go to the side, but Brooke was faster. Her
foot was not even completely full standing again, there she hit me then, with
every strength, she could take, into my left stomach side. I think, it is
clear, that I then slided down along the ring post. Brooke had exactly wanted
that reaction. When I leaned sat then below, against the post, she knelt down
before me and punched a whole hard series into my stomach. Of course, I
protected my stomach with the hands, but Brooke always hit then onto the
places, which were not protected. My stomach is not so small, that I can
completely cover it with my hands. Brooke found always a place. She could not
aimed into my stomach so exactly, but that did not care her too much. Every
punch was painful and after every further one, my sighing and groan became
louder and more painful. Brooke kept on and on. It was dreadful and that all
happened in my corner. Therefore, my partner stood behind the post and could
see everything very well. He always screamed. „Resist, try it, you make it!"
But I could not withstand it. It was nice, that he believed in me, but he
could not himself imagine, how really damned hard, all was for me. You still
can then concentrate yourself so much, to resist against everything, but your
stomach is then so damaged, that really nothing more helps you, only the
giving up. I thought of that, but I did not even make the try to give up.

Oh yes, 2 minutes fighting time were then infinitely long. The pain in my
entire stomach became increasingly harder. From everywhere, I felt a drawing,
as if you would put my stomach continuously under high voltage. Brooke kept on
and on and she was able to increase the hardness. To resist or to flex, I
already could not any longer. I only simply tried, to take the pains, or to
put them away somehow. I did not need any strength for that, only mental one.
And also that one decreased then quickly. I could not tolerated anymore. I
just wanted to lift up my arm for giving up, as Brooke stopped punching. Now,
yet afterwards, I know, that this was only a trick of Brooke. She did not
wanted, that I gave up so early. She had noticed, that I wanted to do it,
therefore, she stopped then the punching. She wanted to destroy my stomach so
heavy, in the following rounds, that I could never stand up anymore. And for
that, it was still too early in that 5th round. Only, because of that thought,
she had stopped. So that she still had the chance, to punch me in the next
rounds.

Therefore, she completely stopped, stood up and only still looked at me, until
the end of the round. She looked, how I tried, to breathe correctly. How I
tried to tolerate my pains. Her coach shouted to her, that she should
continue, but she did nothing. Sometime, the round was then over. My partner
helped me immediately highly up, onto the chair. I already sat in my corner,
but only onto the ground. In Brookes corner I heard first, how her coach
abused her, why she had not continued. Then, they both whispered. Now, long
after that match, I can imagine, what Brooke must have said to him. That she
had not continued, because she wanted to punch me then much harder, in the
following rounds. That she did not wanted, that I gave up so quickly, before
my stomach is not completely destroyed. Ok, but I must say, she had achieved
that. I had not given up. And in that 5th round, as that happened, I really
first thought, that Brooke would be so nice to me and that she had stopped
therefore with the punching. That she wanted to give me a chance to recover
from her punching series. I did not know, that she had such a dark plan there
then.

6. Round:

She knew very exactly, that she would win the match, either through the number
of the winning rounds or through a giving up from me. But she has also the
plan, to punch me for so long, until my stomach were far over his limit.
Honestly said, she did not need, to show me that so long. Therefore, the match
went on. But I could not get up. The pains were so strong and pressed me
always again back onto the chair. Brooke was already in my corner and wanted
to do her first punch, as the referee went between us. He told Brooke, to go
into the ring middle. Then he asked me, whether I could continue or wanted to
give up. I still wanted to continue, only the standing up was simply difficult
for me. I asked him to help me and that after that, I could continue alone. He
helped me then, but the match was first continued, when we both stood then in
the ring middle. Ok, for my special case, so to speak, nearly stood full
uprightly there. Brooke and I knew, that if the referee gave us the sign for
fighting, that we immediately had to use the chance. Therefore, we both
prepared us, to do our first punches. So it also came then. The referee gave
the sign and simultaneously, we fired off our punches. Both, direct hits, only
the fact, that Brooke could put away mine totally. I could punch into her
stomach deeply, but her stomach was still too well flexed. Sure, I had also
flexed my stomach, as good as possible, but I could do nothing against the
massive impact of Brookes fist. But I still was able to stand full uprightly,
I did not go into the knees or made steps back. Without hesitating, we both
continued simultaneously. We both made this 3 further times, until Brookes
punches became to hard for me. I, indeed, could do then another punch, but
that one was then far too weak. Brookes answer to that was, by far, more
harder and I had to go to ground.

Brooke continued immediately and kicked into my stomach sides. I did not have
any chance anymore. I could only still protect and flex my stomach. I also had
to start then coughing. I could not breathe anymore so correctly. The flexing,
the putting away of the pains, the protecting of my stomach, simple everything
together was too much work for me. I felt myself like such a boxing-bag, which
laid on the ground and on what was kicked without a break. Brookes strength
did also not decrease. I better do not describe, how my stomach, meanwhile,
looked. That is too disgusting. But you surely can imagine it. Brooke kicked
only furthermore on swellings. And so, also on my stomach muscles, which were
somewhere under them. I tried, to turn myself then back and forth, in order to
make the kicking for Brooke more difficulter. I tried it so long, until I
succeeded, that I turned my whole body so, that I laid then on my stomach. In
addition, I put then one arm, under each stomach side. After I did that, it
was impossible for Brooke, to kept on kicking me. The referee told her
immediately, that she has to stop kicking then. Brooke became very angry,
knelt down to me and tried, with all her strength, to turn my body. I defended
myself very hard, but at the end, Brooke was stronger. But she also knew, if
she then would stand up again, I would, immediately, turn myself again.
Therefore, she kept on kneeling next to me and punched me only into my left
stomach side. She had seen, that this was my most vulnerable place and was
also the area, which made me the most worries. If you had seen her, how angry
she was, you could imagine, with what power and aggressivity she punched then.
An incredibly hard and painful punching series followed then and only into my
left stomach side.

We all were told before the contest, during the contest and before every
match, that everything is allowed. But every woman should fight only so hard,
so that the opponent would not get hurt by the punching or kicking. In that
round, I did not longer believe, if Brooke had understood that also very well.
Well, ok, it is difficult for every woman, to estimate, when and how much her
opponent is hurt, but you sure can foresee it and stop then the fighting. As
Brooke still furthermore punched me in the left side, I was not longer secure,
if she did not want to hurt me with intention. On the other hand, I could also
give up, or the referee goes between us, if the match became too strange. I,
myself, had only the feeling, that Brooke went too far. But I also did not
feel, that I was hurt. Ok, the pains became increasingly bigger. Brooke hit
mostly only onto that thick swelling. This swelling, plus my thick stomach
muscles under that, could protect somehow my innermost one. Also, the referee
knelt then down next to me, observed my reactions to Brookes punching series,
very exactly. But then the gong sounded. Brooke went immediately quietly, but
still furiously, into her corner. The referee helped me getting up and brought
me into my corner. Nearly despairing, he asked me, if I did not want to give
up. But I still denied that. At that time, I still have no presentiment, how
stupid one must be, to continue such a match.

When I was then in the corner, also my partner meant, if I did not want to
give up. I would not have any chance anymore. I only would stand in the ring
as punching bag for Brooke. I looked at my stomach and told then, ironically,
my partner, that I would not feel so much anymore, because Brooke could any
longer only punch on swellings. My partner became then also angry and said to
me, that I should not talk such a shit. I should more think about, what all
could happen, if I continue that beating. Ok, he was right, but when you are
standing in the ring, in such a match, then you do not want to stop. The
limits, what my stomach could take and the limits, of how much resistance I
had, were, of course, far crossed. But I said then to my partner, that I
wanted to continue one more round. If that round would be the same senseless
beating, like before, then I would give up. He put me then also under pressure
and meant then, that if I did not give up myself, then he would do that
instead. He would have a look at that following round and decide immediately,
when he has the feeling, to stop it.

Well, somehow, I and my partner made then a kind of a contract. I would do the
next round. Would I only get the same beating from Brooke, like the rounds
before, then I would give up. It really does not make anymore sense then, to
keep on with that match. If that round would ran other, we would consider then
in the next break, how we would continue. We talked very quietly, so that
Brooke could not hear it.

7. Round:

Therefore, the 7th round began. The referee saw again, that I could not get up
quickly. He directly told Brooke, that she should wait again in the ring
middle. A while passed by, until I was also there. First, when the referee
give the sign for punching, first then the 2 minutes of fighting time starts.
You can believe me, I would have wished in this round, that the 2 minutes had
started, as I tried to get up in my corner. If that were so, then already 40
seconds had gone by, before Brooke could start her punching. But ok, the round
began then first, when we faced ourselves, in the ring middle. And how the
round began. I immediately tried to do punches, I also succeeded, but Brookes
answering punches were far too hard for me. Even, if she aimed exactly in my
stomach middle, I could not resisted them. I, just, only could do 3 punches
then, which were a little painfully for Brooke, but she also put them away
immediately. Then, everything happened very quickly. 4 hits came from Brooke,
at the 5th then, I was pressed against the ring post. With an incredible
impact, I nearly ran backwards against the ring post. I had to take a hard
impact at my back, from the ring post, so extreme was Brookes punch. Brooke
came torwards me and fired off punches, which were beyond any normal. But she
only punched me with her right fist. As if she would put all strength only
into this fist. As if her fist would were of pure steel, so hard was the
feeling. I must always groan and cough harder and get less air for breathing.
I was so out of any control, that I, indeed, always protected my stomach with
my hands, but I did that then so distracted, that it were always the wrong
places. What a extreme punching series. Brooke made the last 3 punches then a
little diagonal into my stomach. The last one then so hard, that I fell
sidewards to ground. I did not completely lie onto the ground, with my stomach
showing directly to Brookes feet, there Brooke used immediately this new
position. Brooke kicked, directly from the front, peakedly into my stomach
middle and gut. It was not longer important for her, to kick me into the
stomach sides. She knew, that those were far over their limits and already
much swollen. No, she also wanted to destroy my stomach middle fully.

After that action then, Brooke brought me into a position, which I only knew
from men wrestling. Brooke had only waited for me, that I was too weak and
uncontrolled, that I could not defend myself anymore. She knelt down before me
and laid my body longside before the ring post. Because, that such a corner is
not very wide, my legs and head looked and laid a little outside of the ring.
My body middle was then exactly laid, with my back, leaned against the ring
post. So incredible that listens, such a position was allowed. And I, yes, I
was far too weak, to defend that. When I laid then good enough for Brooke, she
climbed on the lowest rope, grasped with her hands the uppest ropes and kicked
me then hard in my stomach middle. So hard, that my body always slammed
against the post. Because of that, I did not only felt any pains in my stomach
middle, but also in my back. Oh, what pains, when my back always slammed
against the ring post. Usually, you are possible then in the situation, to
turn yourself around, so that you lay then on your stomach. But that was
impossible for me. Brooke kicked me so quickly, that only milliseconds were
between her kicks. And though she kicked me so quickly behind each other, her
kicks were so incomprehensibly hard. It seemed to me, like if these round
would never come to an end. It lasted somehow like eternity. I closed again my
eyes and only wanted to go through that round. I can not explain, why I still
let Brooke doing that with me and did not give up. I simply did not know it. I
counted 23 kicks, before Brooke stopped then. Yes, really, you hear right, she
stopped, for maybe half a second.

Immediately after that, she took my body and shifted me to the ring middle. It
maybe sounds unbeliavable, but I really did not have any further energy, to
defend anything only a bit. I still was full conscious, but I was too weak.
When I lay then in the ring middle, Brookes coach called her. He shouted to
her, that the round would be over in 25 seconds and that she should come now
to the end. Well, that meant then also, that she should punched my stomach far
above my limit. She punched and punched and punched, harder, like never
before, purposefuller, like never before and so fast behind each other, like
never before. Again, only with her right fist and so quickly, that you could
not count the punches. I felt, how saliva and food came up in my neck and my
breathing, my gasp and groan became through that immense difficulter.
Everything piled up in my neck. Brooke noticed then, how hard everything for
me was and kept on punching much harder. That was then the moment, at which I
really knew, that Brooke wanted to damage my stomach so hard, that I would
feel it still weeks later. Then, her coach counted the seconds down until
zero. That encouraged Brooke once again. Honestly said, I was always short
before puking, but I did not do it. I was always full conscious, but I
absolutely did not feel her very last punches. As if my stomach would not
longer been there, as if would not exist anymore. Really crazy.

Immediately, as the gong sounded, my partner came into the ring and went to
the referee. He told him, that the match were over. The referee came then also
to me and said that. So weak, like I laid there, I only still nooded a little.
It was absolute the correct decision. I do not know, what furthermore Brooke
would have done to me. Therefore, my semifinal was then after the 7th round
over. I knew, that I did not have any chance. I had gone too painfully into
the match and Brooke had started it without any bigger pains. I could demand
her a little bit, but she will put away all my punches and kicks very easely,
until her tomorrows final. I was unable, to put away all of my wounds. I still
will feel all the pains tomorrow, if I fight for the 3nd place then. I still
will feel them all long after the contest.

As soon, as the referee had announced the final result, Brooke went quickly
out of the hall. The crowd around the ring accompanied her with loud Boo's.
Some of them also said some really nasty crazy things behind her. The people
had also noticed, that Brooke had much exaggerated it. That she not only
wanted the victory, but that she also wanted to hurt me and that with
intention. Now I can say, that she did not hurted me. Ok, the pains are
incredible hard and those wounds and swellings are very hard to describe. But
I do not feel now, that I am hurted below my stomach muscles. There are
stabbing pains and again and again, this drawing in my entire stomach. But
this analgesic gel and the creams make everything easier endurable. I will see
then, how it will goes tomorrow. Like I already said at the beginning, I will
do the first fight for the 3nd place on every case. My stomach will not change
his optic overnight and the swellings will sure still be there tomorrow. But I
want to see, who my last opponent at this contest will be and maybe I have a
winning chance. Everything further, I will see then tomorrow.