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shhhsecretsideblog · 6 months ago

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You have to go see your professional athlete husband play in the championship game: only problem is you're 42 weeks pregnant. You've been having contractions all day, but you tell yourself they're just Braxton Hicks, and you can go to the hospital after the game and have the baby. But once the game starts you can't ignore the urge to push any longer...

Great prompt! Exactly what I was in the mood to write this evening, ty! Hope you like it (fyi written in an hour and very much not edited or checked or read-through lol)

Half-Time Full-Time Baby-Time

Despite being overdue, suffering practice contractions all day, and having a baby nestled deep in my pelvis - I was not going to miss the big game. I’d never missed any of my husband’s matches and I wasn’t going to start now.

Thankfully, as my hubby was a star player on the team I was watching the game from the Executive Box. My parents were supposed to have joined me but they couldn’t make it, so I was on my own in the luxury private suite that had a large window and a glass door overlooking all the action on the pitch below. Inside the room was a fancy dining table with chairs, a mini bar, and a few high stools beneath the tall bench table lining the window so people could sit and drink and eat while watching the game.

Unfortunately I wasn’t able to do any of those things. My tight and round belly and the pain flaring in my hips had me pacing around and around the room. Cupping the underside of my bump I breathed deeply through each rising wave.

“Hmmmmm… not now baby, please.” I whimpered.

The practice pains had gotten closer and closer together during the first half. I’d tried to ignore them, breathe through them and walk around to stop the braxton hicks, but they didn’t disappear. They only got worse. Just before the whistle blew at half time my waters broke and I was forced into the realisation this was no false alarm.

But it would be fine; labour took hours and hours and the game would be long finished before we would need to go to the hospital. That’s what I thought.

Midway through the second half I’m standing by the window, my hands clasping the high bench in a white-knuckle grip, my hips swaying side to side. My throat rattles as I release involuntary groans with the constant squeezing and tightening of my belly. The baby felt so damn low… my legs were in a wide stance and my belly hung down off my hips. I was glad to be wearing a lightweight summer dress with the amount I was sweating. I wanted to open the door, to let in a breeze, but I was scared to with the labouring sounds I was emitting. I didn’t want to attract attention and I did not want to go anywhere and miss the game. I would stay here until you were finished and then we would go to the hospital together.

Another contraction rolled across my belly and the pressure built and built towards boiling point. It felt like I was going to explode, to burst, that feeling of fullness paired with an urgency and pressure was becoming too much to handle. My legs started to tremble as I fought against my body’s instincts, a low rumbling roar slipping past my lips.

I leant forward over the tall tabletop, my arms folded on its surface and my head dropped against my arms. My legs were buckling, sinking lower into a squat. The pressure was building, the round and heavy bowling ball of a head was so low… I wanted to push— my body needed me to push—

“Noooo…. Oh god! Don’t- hoooo- don’t push. Just stay in there baby…. Wait for your daddy to f-finish the g-game—mnghhhhhh!!!”

There was no controlling it, the head was getting lower and pressing against my opening. My body was pushing and I couldn’t stop it. More amniotic fluid hit the floor as I pushed, my bare feet standing on the damp carpet.

In between uncontrollable pushes I glanced up desperately and looked at the timer hanging over the pitch. There was still 15minutes to go, plus injury time. Oh god, the baby was not going to last that long. It felt like it was already starting to crown.

With a trembling hand I feel under my dress between my thighs and nearly vomit when I feel the curved surface of the head pressing against my underwear.

“Oh baby, no… you can’t come out yet…”

But my body and mind are not in sync and a second later I’m back to uncontrollably pushing. I sink into a deep squat, my arms stretched high above my head as I cling onto and almost swing from the high rise table.

“Nnnmghhhhh!!!!” I grunt and low, bearing down into my bottom, running completely on instinct. The baby was slipping further and further out, my labia was stretched thin and the burning of a full crown made me howl.

At the same time one of the teams had scored and the stadium erupted with a frenzy of screams and cheers. The crowd’s jubilance was my own encouragement and I gasped a breath and pushed again, hard. My body was shaking head to toe, the burning… the fullness… the desperation for it all to stop… I had to get the baby out, and it had to come out right now. Giving it my all the head popped out dramatically into my underwear and I collapsed down onto all fours.

The game was nearly over and the baby was almost here. I scrambled to pull down my panties before the next contraction hit. I could hear the noises in the stadium, the crowd cheering and chanting, the final minutes being played. Meanwhile the baby was turning inside of me, the shoulders beginning to press and stretch me open once more. When the next contraction hit I submitted to it entirely, rocking forward and back with each push as my body worked hard to birth the babe. I roared and pushed with the final whistle of the match and raised up on my knees, my hands flying between my legs to catch my newborn baby.

“Oh my goodness… hi little one.” I sobbed as I brought the child up to my chest, wiping its face and blowing gently against their cheeks. The newborn gave a cough and started crying and relief and exhaustion took hold. That was when I noticed the crowd around the Exec Box was cheering. I crawled to the door, babe in arms, and awkwardly got back to standing.

Looking out across the pitch I could see my husband’s team had won, all the men jumping and hugging each other. I could spot my husband easily amongst the sea of coloured jerseys.

“That’s your daddy.” I said to the baby.

My husband looked up at the box, knowing where I’d be, and his jaw dropped when he saw me standing at the glass door, a newborn baby wailing in my arms.

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andcars · 2 months ago

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premise. you're a singer invited to watch the formula one race. a lot of people think you aren't interested in the sport at all—which is kinda true. but you're really only here to root for one of the drivers.

prompt # ㅤmale reader, secret relationship, famous reader, [ "Take it slow—shit! You're eager" ]

tags #ㅤsemi-public sex, talked to like a princess; fucked like a whore, world champion daniel ricciardo, renault daniel ricciardo (but age of current danny ric), happy trails make a happy man, implied shoey, soft ending, semi-unprepared sex, saliva(?) play, licking, sweat kink (reader receiving), light body worship

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It’s a classic. You’re that guy who loves to be on the slow side of things—exploring different fields, experimenting shapes and colours, never sticking to a location—and he takes things almost too fast.

Everyone thinks that you don’t like sports—you don’t, truly. You need to make that clear. Yet, your eyes drift towards the lightweight car driving in odd loops. It’s just cars. Yet the sport is less about the facts and more about the heart, isn’t it?

The fact is: you’re soft spoken.

Your heart says: you yearn for the man on pole right now.

The black-yellow car passes everyone. From the Renault garage, you're watching with detached excitement. You're sure that the camera will catch you grinning wide yet looking confused most of the time. Still, the race was entertaining enough.

With heart clenching corners, you watch as the man on pole defends his position from the others. And somewhere after, he fucks risks and breaks late—which apparently got him an advantage. At least that's what the overeager commentators were saying.

The race couldn't have gone quicker. You get to see quickly how fast your lover 'pits' (changing tyres, you think?). Apparently, it wasn't fast enough. Though from your perspective, it was pretty fucking quick.

Nonetheless, the race seems almost flawless. With the remaining laps lessening by the minute, he quickly advances

Speed wasn't really your thing. The greatest thing in life for you is the serene moments in the trail. As Daniel Ricciardo crosses the finish line, you know that you're the only thing that he slows down for.

"Here in Austin, Daniel Ricciardo wins home his first championship. An incredible race for the Australian driver." The loud commentator booms in your ears but you're almost crying from the happiness you see on Daniel's face.

The stupid cheek-to-cheek grin, the untying of his shoes, the absolute joy in his face for pouring champagne in his—Jesus, what is he doing?

It's truly official. You're dating a weirdo.

Soon, you're pulled away from the garage and being ushered to the media pen for an interview. You know enough that, technically, you shouldn't be here. But it was something about celebrity work that you are also being interviewed here.

"Lovely to see you on the paddock," someone said, you're unsure if they even know your name.

"Yeah." You nod at him, a bit awkward, "I've been following Formula One for a bit but not a lot. It's another experience watching it live."

"Have a favourite driver?"

It's obvious that he thinks you're clueless about F1. Which is, by the way, fair.

"Yeah, Daniel Ricciardo definitely has been one up on my list. Heard he's switching to Red Bull with Max Verstappen so uh, kinda excited to see how that goes."

Those bad ass scenes you watch in those POV videos feels like this. Little less music, though. Still, his face looks out of place as he listened to your answer. It might not be a lot but it's more than other celebrities' answers, you presume.

"Heard you're releasing another album," oh, so he does know you. "This is a new step for you—apparently it's more pop music than your usual R&B."

"Yeah, right," he's not even paying attention to you anymore, distracted by something behind you, "Think it's timed perfectly with me learning some new things in Formula 1, you know? Just new experiences and all that. But I have been a fan for quite a while, so it's still not that super new to me. Similar with pop."

"Well, you're not the only one here who's a fan, it seems."

Behind you, Daniel Ricciardo wears an over-exaggerated face, smile eye-to-eye and hands covering his squealing mouth. You have half the mind to punch him.

"Omagash-omagash-omagash-omagash!" He screeched, jumping up and down—to which you laugh at.

“Hello there,” he fanboys, as if you don’t let him spread your legs after races. “Hi.”

His hand is on his heart, acting as if he needs to calm himself, “I’m such a huge fan. I know all of your songs from heart.”

“Yeah? You wanna join me in my interview?”

Daniel gasps, stepping hesitantly as if it’s such an honor to be standing next to you. You think about how he should apply to some acting classes to improve.

“Welcome, Daniel,” you remember that his idiocy is being broadcast when the interviewer spoke again. “It’s an honor to watch you win your first Formula One championship. With the rollercoaster of a season—“ looking at him, he’s already looking at you—“would you say there were little miracles that helped you win tonight?”

The question is directed to Daniel. Daniel is directed towards you. It's almost embarrassing how he is just not listening to the question. You tried not to look at him but from the corner of your eye, he's screaming your name with just a gaze.

"Daniel?" He snapped to the camera.

"Yeah, sorry," he laughs. "Question... miracle? Sorry, what?"

Awkward air was attempted to be fanned by the laughter from the three of you. It was an attempt for sure. Daniel scratched the back of his head as the question was asked again. You weren't sure if you're dismissed from this conversation now.

"Think we all got little miracles around us. Still, the team did a good job from the crash in Monza. Think if they hadn't repaired it in good shape, I'd be driving a truck.

"Ah, I do have miracles right beside me though. You know, my loved ones," his eyes are addicted to you, "You know that, right? Feeling blessed when they're watching you succeed?"

You can't muster a proper response. If you rewatch this interview, you'd probably see your flustered face in the camera. To save yourself from spluttering, you just nod and say, "Yeah," while laughing.

God, you love this man.

A few minutes later...

Jesus, you hate this man.

"I know, just quickly," he's smiling and grinning against your skin as he hastily takes off the rest of his suit. His tank top is left on while his pants are pulled down to his knees.

A groan leaves you for the sake of your pride. "Sure you can't wait to the hotel room?"

He's shaking his head in your neck. A sharp bite just underneath the collar of your top comes in. "Mm, you know I love you too much. And our post race brief will be shit to handle, babe."

It's embarassing how quickly you can forgive him just from the tone of his voice. It's rich and deep, vibrating against your skin. He sounds straight out of an erotic book. His short breaths, the warmth of the air and the feather like touches only amplify the arousal fogging the storage room.

It's small. So you can safely say you're suffocating in horniness.

You feel it more than anything else. His hot cock is grinding against your clothed ass. The hem of the underwear being pulled with each thrust of his dry cock against you—shit.

"Daniel," you push him off, "I'm not fucking you dry."

"You aren't," he tells you. You look at him and you can see the playful turn of his mouth. He doesn't say another word. Yet, his eyes briefly glance downward, a lick of his lips, and a tilt of his head is enough to tell he wants a blowjob.

Jeez. Both amusement and the gutteral urge to suck his cock fight inside of you, "You know that my saliva isn't enough, right?"

He laughs. Defeated, he pulls a small bottle of lube from his race pants. First of all, they had pockets? Second of all, when the fuck did this man decide to be this prepared?

"You're a tease," you reach for it—immediately denied as he used his height against you.

Daniel shakes his head, letting out 'tsk's. Before you could retaliate, he places his hand on your shoulder and lulls you down. The slow push to your knees and the view of his proud smile is a sight to cum to. His cock twitches in agreement, most likely loving to see you sink down like a slut awaiting for a reward.

There's no time to complain (not like you want to, anyways). Your lips are eager to part and mouth at the head. The taste of his win is still on him. Victory, champagne, and sweat is all you get just from this. He moans when your tongue plays at the frenulum on the underside of his cock.

His hips buckle, causing you to gag out of surprise. Hand now on your hair, he controls the pace as he rubs the head of his cock on your tongue repeatedly.

"Fuck..." he groans, lost in his own pleasure, "You suck cock like a fucking slut. If only your fans could see how you wanna get fucked by me so bad."

He's purposely teasing you when you can't speak. Both hands on your head, he's fucking deeper into your throat. "Shit, yeah," he moans, "Smart mouth only for sucking my cock, baby. So fucking good just like this."

Every thrust he does, he fucks himself deeper and deeper in your mouth. You're getting intoxicated by his musk and the way his happy trail brushes against your nose. It's like he's trying to bury you between his legs so that he could keep you as his cock warmer.

"Good fucking boy, God..." he throws his head back, enjoying how your throat tightens around him as your tongue rubs all it can around the shaft.

You're caught off guard when he pulls all the way out. "Mmph... Daniel," you pant, "Shit. Fuck."

His cock is dripping with your saliva. You try not to moan at the sight but you're ogling it anyways. With a hand on his cock, he slaps it on your bottom lip and a small whine escapes.

"Like that?" he asks as if he doesn't already know the answer. "So fucking wet already, I should just fuck you like this."

He runs his mouth faster than his car sometimes. Pulling yourself off the floor, you meet his lips. It’s hungry and almost devouring. As if it was recited, you both find yourselves with your back to the wall and a leg around his waist. The last remains of your clothes are gone. He’s pressing against you, his cock just barely teasing your rim.

“Daniel?” you breathe his name in the kiss. He lets out a breathy moan in response—“Shut the fuck up and fuck me”

That gets the message delivered. Daniel laughs as his lips pull away to trace his tongue around your face. It’s like his own technique. He laps at the sweaty skin, completely unbothered and rather entranced. He’s pouring more lube around his cock and using the rest on his fingers.

The clock is ticking. You let out a groan when two fingers enter you suddenly. The push is more pleasurable than painful. He feels warm around you and the vents in this room isn’t enough to cool you both. It’s hot. He’s fucking you quickly while grinding his cock against your thigh like he wants more.

Your face is drenched. In any scenario, you would tell him off. But like this, he’s breathing heavy against your skin. You can hear him groan and grunt as if he’s the one getting off from this. You briefly get reminded of the dog you always wanted. Maybe comparing your boyfriend to a dog isn’t the best idea.

“Fuck it,” he mutters, resting his mouth by your earlobe, “I’m gonna put it in, yeah? Gotta rush.”

He just wants to stick it in.

"Danny, wait—fuck! Slow down..."

Your legs try to close around him—his hands hold your knees up to fix the position. You’re probably going to fall. He wants to hold you up like this, fuck you like this, keep you on his cock just like this.

The stretch had your head hitting the wall. It burns just the right way. Daniel is acting like a virgin with how much he’s enjoying all of this. You’re not sure if it’s because of the lack of preparation or the thought that you would be caught any time.

Either way, he fucks you much more animalistic than before. You’re not a moaner, but your breathing gets heavier as little punched out moans escape your parted lips. He fucks you too fast-too rough. Every thrust has your body jumping.

“Good fucking boy,” Daniel moans, “so pretty, so fucking tight. Letting me—yeah, shit…”

Whatever he says doesn’t matter. He’s blabbering nonsense as he’s getting close. All the teasing, all the non-existent distance, all the cameras only increasing his arousal for you. It all comes out in his frantic pace.

“You’re gonna make me fucking cum!” Both of his arms secure your waist, holding you like he would with a toy. “Gonna make me cum so quick. Such a good slut—my favourite boy.”

You associate the drawn out groans with him cumming. His movement slows, opting for deeper thrusts. A hand comes down to jerk your cock to your own completion, shaking from his eagerness.

His name is on your tongue when spurts of cum leave. It’s embarassing how you dirty both of your torsos with your spent.

Daniel’s laugh is vibrating through your skin. You wince when he decides to give a playful nib at your earlobe. “Sorry,” he lies, kissing the back of your ear like it would heal you. “Fuck, you’re so good.”

Trying to find the words are hard. “You—you act like you only date me to fuck me.”

He memorised your joking tone along with the taste of you. “Well, you only date me to fuck me too.”

“No,” your legs slowly drop, “I fuck you to get more exposure in sports.”

@delululeclerc @hiireadstuff @rtorresblog @jamie2305

FOOTNOTE ────── finally broke out the writing slump w/ this one ! hope i reach the riccy d's girls w this one . cuz uh, me too

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vavuska · 7 months ago

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Imane Khelif.

In 2018 AIBA Women's World Boxing Championships, Khelif participated for the first time, where she ranked 17th after being eliminated from the first round.

In the 2019 AIBA Women's World Boxing Championships held in Russia, where she ranked 33rd after being eliminated from the first round against Natalia Shadrina.

Khelif represented Algeria in the lightweight event at the 2020 Summer Olympics in Tokyo. She was defeated by Ireland's Kellie Harrington in the quarterfinals.

Khelif participated in the 2022 IBA Women's World Boxing Championships, she faced Ireland's Amy Broadhurst in the final and was defeated.

She is not a warmachine. Khelif is a biological woman. Khelif is NOT transgender or transsexual. In Algeria, the country that Khelif represents, transgender identity is prohibited, changing sex or gender is not allowed in official documents, nor are medical or hormonal treatments allowed to transition to another sex. If she was transgender, Khelif would not be able to rapresent her country at all nor travel with an official passport with a female identity!

However, pop up this rumor she was disqualified from 2023 IBA's Women's World Boxing Championships due to high levels of testosterone. Later this was debunked by the same organization. Potentially, could be doping and it was all covered up by sport industry.

Edit: This disqualification happened three days after Khelif defeated Azalia Amineva, a previously unbeaten Russian athlete. The disqualification restored the Russian boxer's undefeated record and IBA has huge ties with the Russian government: the president Kremlev is a Putin supporter and the International Olympic Committee (IOC) expressed concerns about the IBA under Kremlev's leadership. The IOC has also been alarmed by the fact that the IBA's only sponsor was a Russian state-owned energy company (Gazprom) that supports the Russian invasion of Ukraine. Imane Khelif is a UNICEF ambassador, which could again have been seen as a problem by Russian-led IBA, since UNICEF condemned Russian invasion of Ukraine. IBA's allegations that Khelif had failed unspecified eligibility tests are suspicious, expecially because no medical evidence that Khelif has XY chromosomes or elevated levels of testosterone has been published.

The International Olympic Committee (IOC), cleared Khelif to compete in the 2024 Summer Olympics in Paris, confirming that she complied with all necessary eligibility and medical regulations for the event. The IOC noted that Khelif was a woman according to her passport and that this was not a "transgender issue".

She defeated Angela Carini in 42 seconds at the 2024 Olympics, after Carini decided to withdraw citing intense pain in her nose.

This remember me the 'Caster Semenya' case: after Semenya's victory at the 2009 World Championships, she was made to undergo sex testing, and cleared to return to competition the following year. The decision to perform sex testing sparked controversy in the sporting world and in Semenya's home country of South Africa. Later reports disclosed that Semenya has the intersex condition 5α-reductase 2 deficiency and natural testosterone levels in the typical male range.

In 2019, new World Athletics rules came into force preventing athletes like Semenya with certain disorders of sex development (DSDs) from participating in 400m, 800m, and 1500m events in the female classification, unless they take medication to suppress their testosterone levels. Semenya has filed a series of legal cases to restore her ability to compete in these events without testosterone suppression, arguing that the World Athletics rules are discriminatory.

As Khelif, Semenya is cis and has been accused by many people to be trans. Her story has, again, been used and abused to support the anti-trans agenda, claiming that two ciswomen are trans and are unfairly competing with women due to their superior "men strength".

I think Angela Carini was anxious and scared by days of reporter and far-right rumors about how Khelif is incredibly strong and unbeatable, even if Carini has better statistics and more victories in her career than Khelif herself (who was already a Olympics athlete), she was strumentalized by far-right propaganda and made a scene during the match due to anti-trans panic.

J. K. Rowling and Elon Musk, as always, had their small moment of shaming athletes. Most of people think that Carini has been strumentalized by anti-trans Italian propaganda and after being called out for harassing a cisgender woman, she claimed to be sorry for not having respected her adversary during the match.

Edit: more important thoughts on the matter in a detailed political perspective in Italy - A New York Times article develops more extensively what I wrote here.

https://www.nytimes.com/2024/08/01/world/olympics/boxer-quits-gender-angela-carini-imane-khelif.html?smid=threads-nytimes

Edit 2: Imane Khelif spoke against cyberbullism.

Edit 3: Since in those past days we talked a lot about cis women being called men for not meeting western TERFs standard, I should resurface this old post about how a group of Chinese cis runners were wrongfully called "men" by TERFs.

Edit 4: Elon Musk and J.K. Rowling have been named in the cyberbullying lawsuit filed by Olympic champion Imane Khelif.

Edit 5 - 13th Sept. 2024: Imane Khelif interview

Edit 6 - 13th Sept. 2024: Imane Khelif won gold medal in boxing. Appreciation post.

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thescarletnargacuga · 6 months ago

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I have an idea! :D A boxer! Au (by @/burrotello) where pomni is tired after a fight, and Caine is with her talking. then it turns somehow in a romantic moment

A/N: Boxer AU! Let's gooooo!

KNOCK OUT

A BOXER AU ONESHOT

AU credit: @burrotello

WARNING: physical violence, blood

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The seconds counted down on the ninth round. Gangle was torn and frayed, her mask cracked. Pomni was bruised and bleeding, one eye refusing to open from the swelling. Both women circled each other looking for an opening, but they couldn't delay, if time ran out the match would be called a draw and neither of them would advance.

Gangle swung a wide haymaker for Pomni's ribs, which was blocked. While Pomni's hands were down, Gangle's other fist came up to strike Pomni in the face.Pomni's head jerked back harshly from the impact and she went down.

Caine circles the outside of the ring to where Pomni fell. "COME ON!! GET UP!! YOU CAN FINISH THIS!!" He shouted over the roaring crowd.

The ref counted the precious seconds Pomni had to recover. "One! Two! Three!"

Pomni rolled onto her knees and shakily lifted herself up, clinging to the ring ropes for support. She spit blood and saliva out from her gum guard.

"Four! Five! Six!" The ref continued. Pomni needed to show signs that she could keep fighting or he would call her defeated by the end of the ten count.

Caine sweated hearing how close the ref was to calling the match over. "I KNOW YOU CAN DO THIS!! LAST ROUND!! LAST CHANCE!!"

Pomni made eye contact with Caine. She was exhausted, but his encouragement gave her a second wind. She got off the ropes and steadied herself for the final minute left on the clock.

"Seven! Eigh-" The ref stopped counting and backed away, allowing the round to continue. "Box!"

Gangle couldn't hide her frustration that Pomni didn't stay down. Her ribbons whipped wildly across the ring as she aggressively went in for the kill.

Pomni stayed focused, ducking under two swings and taking a jab of opportunity at Gangle's center mass. She quickly sidestepped and swung a hard right hook into Gangle's ribs from behind.

Gangle was desperate, throwing wild swing after wild swing just hoping one would land.

Pomni went low to dodge a swing and saw a window of opportunity. She clenched her right hand and came up with all the power she could muster, upper cutting Gangle hard in the chin.

Gangle's mask nearly shattered, tiny fragments flew in all directions. She collapsed and didn't get up.

The ref checked Gangle. "KNOCK OUT!" The bell rang and the crowd went ballistic.

Caine was jumping up and down like a wild man. "YEAAAAAH! THAT'S MY GIRL!!"

The ref took Pomni's wrist and held it in the air. She was barely standing, but still took in the moment of victory. It was well deserved. The arena announcer came over the speakers. "Lightweight rookie Pomni has cemented her place in the SEMI-FINALS!"

As Pomni's adrenaline slowly faded, she felt too weak to stand. Medics that arrived to take away Gangle also helped Pomni out of the ring. Caine followed them out of the arena, leaving the deafening crowds behind.

Pomni was sat and Caine forced himself to her side, shouldering a medic in his excitement. "Pomni! Pomni! You were fantastic out there! That's the kind of grit and determination that makes a fighter! You have the championship in the bag!"

Pomni spat out her gum guard, along with another mouthful of blood and spit. "Thash grape..." She slurred heavily and coughed. Everything hurt. She could tell just by breathing she had cracked ribs.

The medic Caine pushed aside, pushed back. "Hey, I'm trying to do my job here."

Caine backed off, hands up in surrender. "I'll leave you to it. I'll be back in a bit, Pomni!" He ran off and found Bubble "Sooooo how much money did we make?" He giddily asked his assistant.

"You're gonna love this, boss. That win, along with a win from a certain bet against a certain someone, we just made over $30,000."

Caine's jaw almost hit the floor. "Hot tamales! I knew it, Bubble! She's the one! She's our million dollar fighter!" He grabbed Bubble and shook him. "Oh, I can't wait to wipe the snooty grin off of the Gloink Queen's face! We're coming for her champion, baby! Ha!"

"ThAaAt'sss GRreAat, bOoOosSs." Bubbled words warped with his body from the shaking.

The next day, Pomni woke up sore in her hotel room. She was heavily bandaged and it hurt to move, but she found herself feeling hungry. Just as she was sitting herself up to reach for pain meds, someone knocked on her door.

"Room service." Caine's voice came from the other side.

Pomni furrowed her brows in amusement and slowly got to her feet. Once upright, walking wasn't too bad. She answered the door in an oversized T-shirt covering most of her. "Hey..." She said with a sleepy smile.

Caine was holding a tray of food from the hotel cafeteria. "Good morning!"

Pomni winced. "Tone it down, would you? My ears are still ringing."

"Sorry. I brought you breakfast before they stopped serving. You've been asleep all morning."

Pomni didn't even know what time it was, nor did she really care. "Right...well, I won't say no to breakfast in bed." She opened the door wider to let Caine in.

Caine hadn't expected to be invited in, but he wasn't going to refuse. He set the tray on the bed and sat in the chair across from it. "What a show yesterday. Real nail biter. I'm so glad you pulled through."

Pomni sat on the bed next to her tray and munched a piece of toast. "Yeah, I'll be honest. I wasn't sure about this one. Gangle is a beast when you push her hard enough. She nearly took out my eye." She pointed to the bandage covering her left eye. The swelling had gone down significantly, but it was going to need more time to heal completely.

"If she had, she would have been disqualified. While she can certainly be rough, I don't think she would have jeopardized her position in the semi-finals over your eye. That being said, I'm glad she didn't hurt you any more than that." Caine's eyes roamed over Pomni's body, examining each bruise and bandage. He lingered a bit longer on her bare legs, she was wearing only underwear under her large shirt hanging off her shoulder.

"Ribs took quite a beating. So did my shoulder. I'll be fine, but this recovery is going to suck." She laughed but gripped her side and sucked in air between her teeth. Laughing was a no no until further notice. "Ow..."

Caine shook himself from distraction and dug in his pocket for a small pill bottle. "Here, take two of these. They'll help you rest."

"What is it?" Pomni asked before downing them both with a swig of orange juice.

"Let's just say they're really strong pain killers. You'll feel better in no time."

Pomni learned that when Caine was vague, sometimes it was in her best interest not to ask more questions. She took a bit of egg. "Thank you, by the way."

"Don't mention it. It pays to have friends in the pharmacy." He chuckled.

"Not that. Well, yeah, thank you for that, but I mean thank you for cheering me on when the fight got really hairy. If you weren't there, I don't think I would have finished." She gave him a genuine smile.

Caine's breath was taken from him for a second. Her looking at him like that with her hair disheveled and clothes so relaxed was doing something for him. He blushed and tried to hide it, though very poorly. "Hey, what are managers for? I told you we could go far and look at us now! On our way to the semi-finals for the champion title! And you know what that comes with..." He rubbed his fingers together.

"Money." Pomni rolled her eyes with an amused smirk.

"MONEY!" Caine shouted, hushing himself when Pomni winced again. "Sorry."

"Save the cheering for the arena." Pomni finished her breakfast, pushing the tray away.

"Oh, I don't need to be in the arena to cheer your name." Caine said faster than his head could process.

"What..?" Pomni blushed a little, more caught off guard than embarrassed.

"What? Uh, I'll take that downstairs for you." Caine got up quickly, red as a beet, and grabbed the tray. "I should let you sleep, you need it if you're going to be champion. We have to travel again tomorrow. Media events, training, etcetera. You need to be extra ready for your next opponent. They only get tougher from here." He clumsily backed away from her, struggling to keep the empty cutlery on the tray.

"Okay....bye...see you....uh?" Pomni watched him side-step awkwardly to the door.

"Tomorrow morning. You have the whole day to yourself. Yep. Call the front desk if you need anything. I've got uh...a thing. Bye." He dropped a napkin on his way out the door.

Pomni smiled to herself and relaxed in bed. The pain killers did their job, she felt so much better. She could breath without wanting to scream. She turned on the TV, but all her mind wanted to do was think of what Caine said. How nervous he was afterwards was adorable, and he was rarely cute. Everything he's done for her, even in his own interests, has made them close friends, but was it normal to have a crush on your manager?

Caine wanted to smack himself. Why did he say that out loud? She didn't need to hear that. What if she thinks he's creeping on her? He can't jeopardize this!! He wished his heart would stop beating so fast.

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc fanfiction #tadc caine #tadc pomni #tadc showtime #tadc gangle #tadc au #the amazing digital fight club #boxer au #tw blood #tw violence

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hirocimacruiser · 2 months ago

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CD9A LANCER GSR Evolution

Test drive!!

The long-awaited Mitsubishi Lancer GSR Evolution has finally arrived! This car is the strongest model developed to win the WRC (World Rally Championship), and it has 250 horsepower despite being 2000cc.

It's a monster!!

Report: Shinichi Takase / Camera: Tetsuya Saito

Is this a car?

A car built to win rallies

If the Skyline GT-R is a car created to win races, then the Lancer GSR Evolution is a car developed to win rallies.

The GSR, which was originally a popular car, was equipped with an 1800 DOHC turbo engine and combined it with full-time 4WD, and was already an extreme car, but by replacing the engine with a 2000cc DOHC turbo with 250 horsepower, the original small and lightweight body was further enhanced with more power. It is a car with outstanding fighting power.

This is the engine

The most powerful in its class is 250 horsepower!!!

Based on the old Galant VR-4 inline 4 DOHC turbo, it has a large intercooler and a change to compression ratio. The engine is 10 horsepower stronger thanks to a combination of measures such as increasing the weight of the engine and reducing resistance inside the engine.

Furthermore, the engine's original characteristic of tenacity at low revolutions has also been improved, with the maximum torque generated at 3000 rpm, up from 3500 rpm, and increasing from the previous 31 kg-m to 31.5 kg-m.

What's more, the speed never drops off until it reaches around 5000 RPM.

This is how it runs!!!!!!

Acceleration, cornering, high speed, all running is sharp

The main changes to the GSR Evolution are a more powerful engine and matching tuned suspension and brakes.

Let's start with the engine. It is a completely different engine from the previous model, and the first thing I noticed when I test drove it was that it revved up very quickly.

Of course, it is true that the power is different, but what is more noticeable is that the acceleration feels sharper.

When you say it's just about power up, it just means that the engine has better power and acceleration at high revolutions, but this engine really revs well. It revs so lightly that you wouldn't think it was a large-displacement 2000cc inline-4 engine.

Of course, there is a boost from the power, but the power is explosive.

PIC CAPTION

The engine produces 250 horsepower, the most powerful in its class.

●Lancer Evolution test drive!!

It is an engine that spins so smoothly that it rises to the top with a whoosh.

This is also helped by the lightweight body weighing just 1,240 kg, and there was no sense of it holding back the powerful and sharp engine.

The impression I got from this engine was that it didn't suddenly build up, but rather the engine speed increased steadily and sharply, and the vehicle speed increased accordingly in an instant.

And yet, it has tenacity at low revolutions, and even when the revolutions are low and the gear is in a high position, the increase in revolutions is very sharp.

This suspension is suitable for sporty driving, with sufficient traction even on a series of sharp curves such as the pylon course, and with little forward lean when braking. However, the ride is surprisingly not stiff compared to the regular model. Even on rough roads, shocks are not directly transmitted, and the car remains stable and absorbs the shocks well.

On the high-speed circuit, it was incredibly stable even at speeds of over 200km/h, and even though there was quite a bit of crosswind when I was riding, I didn't feel it at all. There were some rough sections on the road, but even there, it was always stable, as if it was sticking to the road.

Although the shock when the ABS activates is a little large, it is understandable considering the power. In addition, the initial effect is sharp, so you probably won't activate the ABS on regular roads unless it's absolutely necessary.

The suspension has also been adjusted to match the power, allowing it to handle harder driving, and the brakes are equipped with large discs and opposed 2-piston calipers in the front, as well as ABS (anti-lock brakes).

This makes it a versatile bike that is perfectly normal and comfortable to ride around town, and yet has a high level of stability.

What is your impression of the room?

The interior has a more luxurious feel than a sporty one.

Recaro with special seat cover for Evolution only

It is fitted with a special seat belt and the door linings are covered in special fabric, giving it the feel of a special model.

But the coloring is bright

Therefore, it doesn't have the feel of an impressive sports car.

The seats are only Recaro.

It is comfortable to sit on and fits well.

Perfect for a thick-grip mom

○The leather-wrapped handle is also a nice touch.

It fits comfortably in your hand.

The operation system is basically the same as the GSR, but it comes with a fully automatic A/C as standard.

Aircon's operating status can be seen at a glance

Picture display. Convenient equipment with indoor and outdoor temperature display and quick cooling switch. Diversity antenna included.

A Full logic cassette is also standard equipment.

summary

The upcoming WRC will be a one-man show for GSR!!

GSR Evolution is a car built to win rallies, and is sure to be a hit not only in the WRC (World Rally Championship), where the old Galant competed until this year, but also in domestic rallies.

Moreover, the GSR Evolution is well equipped, has a comfortable ride, and is easy to handle in the city, so it can be used as a substitute for transportation. It is a car that is not just good at driving, but is popular with everyone, and it matches its flashy appearance.

It's a car you can drive into.

PIC CAPTIONS

↑Pylon course can be run accurately even at fast speeds.

↑A sporty handlebar made by Momo is standard equipment.

^The car is fitted with bucket seats made by the German company Recaro.

↑The GSR Evolution has a burst of acceleration.

↑The rear spoiler is bigger than that of the GT-R and is quite impressive.

^A triple auxiliary meter can be installed upon request.

#CD9A #lanevo #lancer evolution #mitsubishi lancer GSR

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flowerandblood · 1 year ago

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Green Snake, Red Lion (10)

[Slytherin • Aemond x Gryffindor • female]

[warnings: sex content, smut, angst, fluff]

[description: Aemond is a Chaser and captain of the Slytherin team. His biggest rival on the pitch from the Gryffindor team, turned to be his biggest fan, and he hates her with all of his heart. His hatred towards her slowly turns into something else, when she one day stands up for his sister, Helaena. This is slow burn love story.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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The weeks leading up to the Qudditch World Cup seemed to drag on endlessly for him. As he had done during the winter break, he exchanged letters with Solren every day, describing his days and training sessions, however, he was unprepared for how unbearable the longing would prove to be for him.

Every evening he fucked himself with his hand thinking of her, of seeing her again soon, of touching her again. His house, compared to Hogwarts where he saw her every day, seemed empty and cold to him. It was only a few days before they were due to leave that his mood improved, and he could sense a growing excitement in his girlfriend's letters too.

On the first day of the championships, they were to meet in one of the magical passageways in a London phone box meant for visitors from the Ministry of Magic. He spotted Solren from a distance, she was dressed in a pretty summer lightweight strapless dress, her hair tied up in a braid. She couldn't help herself and ran towards him, throwing herself into his arms.

Normally he would have been embarrassed by any physical contact in front of his parents, but Aegon made sure that as soon as he got home, his mother found out that his little brother had a girlfriend, and to top it off, she had already met her. His parents took this news with surprising optimism for him, only pointing out that he should not neglect his education.

Now, however, when he was finally able to embrace her after a month of separation, to smell her hair, her skin, he simply cuddled her tightly into him and for a while they lasted like that.

They let go at last, looking at each other with a gentle expression of happiness, his hand grasped hers tentatively, unable to deny himself her touch now that she was so close. He felt her fingers slip between his and he hummed, following his parents towards a set point.

They entered the phone box one at a time, as there was little room inside. Solren had never travelled this way, so he had to prepare her for what awaited her.

"We'll go inside, you'll suddenly feel like you're falling and you might feel sick. Hold my hand the whole time. Ready?" He asked and she nodded quickly, joy and excitement on her face.

They walked inside and he felt a sudden powerful force pull them up, everything around them became a blur and they were both standing in a different place, all around a giant green field filled on all sides with tents, a loud din, shouts and laughter coming from all sides, people flying on broomsticks and moving their luggage with wands. Solren looked around with her mouth wide open, in her eyes a joy he had not seen before.

"Let's go children, we have tent number 52, the same as always." Said their father lightly.

In truth, his father was only coming to the event to represent the Ministry, and the games themselves did not interest him, but he recognised these outings as their annual family holiday. They moved ahead looking around, the people around them were dressed in the colours of their national teams.

"Who are you cheering for?" She asked him suddenly, squeezing his hand, and he glanced at her puzzled, as if it was obvious.

"The Bulgarians." He replied lowly, and she furrowed her brow.

"What? Apart from being brutal they can't play! They don't stand a chance against the French!" She said with a confidence that amused him and he laughed out loud at her words.

"The Bulgarians are going to smash your French, my little lioness." He murmured, lifting their entwined hands and kissing her skin, wanting to soften his words a little with this gesture. She only burbled upon hearing his opinion, but said nothing more.

They finally reached the tent which, at first glance, seemed small, able to accommodate three people at most. However, when they went inside they saw a huge space divided into several parts with a large living room in the middle. Aegon sighed heavily and immediately fell into a large, soft armchair, closing his eyes.

"I haven't gotten enough sleep." He muttered with dissatisfaction.

Aemond and Aegon shared a common sleeping space, while Helaena and Solren shared their own. The Gryffindor knew, however, that this would not stop him from doing what he was planning and she pressed her lips together at the thought.

The other members of their family wanted to rest, but she, as she had never been to the World Cup wanted to see all the stands at once, and Aemond decided to accompany her.

They moved through the crowds heading towards the very centre of the field, where long lines of stalls stretched around the huge stadium with souvenirs, collector's cards with players from all the teams, posters with moving figures, books about quidditch, with new models of brooms and everything a true fan could imagine.

Solren was enthralled and wanted to approach everywhere. Aemond had never paid much attention to the products they had on sale without collecting such things himself, so he was seeing most of them for the first time too.

"I've been collecting money all month working at my dad's bookshop to be able to buy myself loads of souvenirs here!" She said cheerfully. He muttered at her words and pulled her to him from behind so that she bumped against his body. She glanced up at him involuntarily feeling what was going on in his trousers, his lips against her ear.

"I'm not sure I can take it anymore."

They were both embarrassed and ashamed of themselves as they thought hard about where to hide. There were people all around them, so they decided that if they wanted to do anything intimate they needed to head into the woods.

They went deep among the trees wanting to make sure no one could see them even from a distance. She squealed quietly as Aemond pressed her against the trunk, panting heavily, slipping her panties off her thighs in a quick motion.

"− I'm sorry − I'm sorry −" He breathed out, she heard him quickly unzip his trousers, clamping his hand over her mouth which muffled a loud, surprised moan when she felt him inside her, his nose pressed against her cheek.

His hips began to move inside her greedily, confidently, she panted and moaned into his palm feeling the way his member wonderfully stretched her throbbing, thirsty insides.

She longed for him and thought of him constantly, touched herself with her hand at night, but it wasn't the same. She struggled to mumble his name and he panted with her, his free hand clenched on her hip.

"− fuck, little one − you won't mind if I cum in you, hm? − it'll do you good if you walk around filled with my seed −" He hissed, and she cried out quietly, feeling herself come surprisingly quickly after such a long separation, her walls clenching against him in pleasure.

"− oh, baby −" He exhaled pressing his face against her hair and sighed heavily, his thrusts quick, sharp, their bodies slapping against each other with a loud splash again and again. He moaned low and pressed his lips together as he came, hugging her back, staying inside her as long as his member pulsed inside her.

"− I've missed you so much −" He breathed out with difficulty and a kind of embarrassment taking his hand from her face and she breathed quietly, closing her eyes with an expression of bliss on her face.

"− I missed you too −"

She pressed her lips together as he took hold of her hand after all and they moved back, what he had filled her with starting to flow down under the influence of gravity. She clenched her thighs together looking at him resentfully and he glanced at her with satisfaction.

They spent the day walking around and observing what was going on around them, only returning to their parents' tent for lunch. Solen was excited and told Helaena passionately about what she had seen.

"I'm planning to buy myself some scales with the colours of France and a poster of their Seeker, because she's fantastic. I've also seen some interesting books about Quidditch that you can't get anywhere, but I'm not sure whether to buy three or four." She muttered, thinking out loud, Helaena laughed and grabbed her hand.

Although they went to bed separately, Aemond came into the girls' sleeping area when Helaena was already asleep. Solren flinched when he lay down next to her on the bed, slipping under her duvet, and she looked at him surprised.

"What are you doing?" She mumbled quietly, feeling his hand grab the material of her pyjama shorts and slide them off her thighs.

"Shhh." He whispered and kissed her, then covered her mouth with his hand for the second time that day.

This time he entered her gently, softly, moving inside her in a calm, unhurried rhythm. She knew it was an expression of his longing, his desire to feel her, to be close to her. She felt the heat gathering in her lower abdomen again, her hips involuntarily beginning to respond to his thrusts.

She swallowed loudly, wondering if Helaena had heard the sticky, quiet click and splat each time he slid into her again and she came hard, clenching her lips with difficulty to keep from making a sound.

After he cum inside her he simply fell asleep, embracing her from behind, his soft manhood still deep inside her. She cuddled her face into his hand that was embracing her and fell asleep with him.

When she woke up in the morning he was gone, but she didn't mind. She knew that in the evening he would come to see her again.

She was very excited about the opening ceremony and the first match to be played between Spain and Canada. When she entered the stadium together with Aegon and Aemond she was impressed by its giganticness.

Aemond told her that his father had arranged for them to be seated in the box of honour and there was the best view from there, she squeezed his hand tighter at his words with a squeal of joy.

Aemond had never seen her so happy before, and he himself had never felt better. The three of them sat down, talking excitedly about what they thought of each team and who they gave what chances.

"I think Spain will win. They are fast and decisive, the Canadians are playing a wait-and-see game." Said Solren, Aemond nodded, agreeing with her words this time. Aegon snorted.

"Nothing for them if the Canadians have a better Seeker!"

They paused their conversation and shifted slightly when a married couple with a child sat down next to them, casting them cool, curious glances.

The man had a black staff in his hand, his long light hair reminding her of Aemond's. His wife had a slightly pointed nose, her hair braided into an elegant hairstyle, behind them a small boy, aged eleven at most, his light hair pulled back. The man glanced at them indulgently.

"Ah, the sons of Viserys. And some new friend?" He asked inadvertently, and Solren lowered her gaze, embarrassed, Aemond's hand tightening on hers.

"Mmm." He only replied, looking at him intensely. After a moment, his young son spoke up, watching them curiously, and directed his words to Aemond.

"I have heard of you. You are the captain of the Slytherin team. I'm going to Hogwarts this year and I hope to join the team next year. It's interesting that you can play without one eye. Couldn't you conjure it back up?" He asked as if he were talking about the weather, Solren tightened her hand quickly on his fingers feeling him all solidified in rage.

His father patted him firmly on the shoulder, his wife casting him a quick, disgruntled look at the gesture.

"Draco, behave yourself." He growled, correcting his black cloak with a sudden, displeased gesture.

Solren stroked his hand reassuringly with her thumb, and he let out a loud breath as he stared ahead, his jaw clenched. He heard her swallow quietly and lean towards him.

"Who is it?" She asked uncertainly, as surprised and disgusted as he was.

"The Malfoy family."

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dramatic-dolphin · 7 months ago

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disclaimer: I was halfway through typing this when I checked your blog again on another device and saw that it's been addressed, but here I go anyfuckingway

let's just interrogate that facts that we know about Imane Khelif. not even doing a deep dive and like, looking up Algerian birth records, let's just read her fucking Wikipedia page

She stated that her father initially did not allow her to participate in the sport because "he did not approve of boxing for girls".

At the 2018 AIBA Women's World Boxing Championships, Khelif finished 17th after being eliminated in the first round by Karina Ibragimova.

At the 2019 AIBA Women's World Boxing Championships, she finished 33rd after being eliminated in the first round by Natalia Shadrina.

She represented Algeria in the women's lightweight event at the 2020 Summer Olympics, where she was defeated by Ireland's Kellie Harrington in the quarterfinals.

At the 2022 IBA Women's World Boxing Championships, [she was] defeated by Amy Broadhurst in the final and finished runner-up.

In 2023, IBA president Umar Kremlev told Russian news agency TASS that the disqualifications were because DNA tests "proved they had XY chromosomes". (editor's note: TASS, lmao)

The Washington Post stated, "It remains unclear what standards Khelif and Lin Yu Ting failed [in 2023] to lead to the disqualifications,"

"There never has been evidence that […] Khelif […] had XY chromosomes or elevated levels of testosterone"

The IBA did not reveal the testing methodology, stating the "specifics remain confidential."

On 31 July 2024, regarding their 2023 decision, the IBA stated that Khelif and others "did not undergo a testosterone examination but were subject to a separate and recognized test, whereby the specifics remain confidential"

The IBA's Olympic status was revoked in June 2023, due to governance issues and perceived judging and refereeing corruption.

so, an organization so irredeemably corrupt that they lost their Olympic status said she had an unfair advantage, based on their painstaking methodology of "trust me bro". the widely accepted scientific approach of "we didn't check her testosterone but her vibe was mid".

Imane Khelif was born a woman, lived as a woman, boxed as a woman and has lost to other women multiple times. JK Rowling, Elon Musk and Luca Hámori can collectively choke on a bag of dicks.

Angela Carini can have little bag of dicks as a treat.

oh wow this is nice and clear, thanks for putting it all together. yeah. randomly declared a man based on their painstaking methodology of "just trust me bro. not telling you the details btw." which like. yeah it's private medical information but still. at least say what kind of test it was?

#transphobia

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ygozexalarchive · 1 year ago

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Near life-size No. 39 Hope (Utopia) statue which was displayed in the 2012 Jump Fiesta, the 2012 Yu-Gi-Oh! World Championship in Japan and the 2013 Toyfair in America. It was built to be lightweight and capable of disassembly so it was not only easy to transport but could also be changed into a second pose (Which, I have to assume, just meant rotating the arms as seen in the available photos)

#zexal #ygo zexal #hope utopia #no. 39 #number 39 #aspiring emperor hope #number 39 utopia #YZA misc

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theanticool · 2 months ago

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A Busy Week in Women's Boxing!

Was looking at the schedule for this week and there is so much happening in women's boxing so going to lay it all out in one convenient place.

Over on Boxxer and Peacock we have Collision Course. In the main event, the IBF and WBC welterweight championships will be on the line, as champions Natasha Jonas and Ivana Habazin face off. Jonas is a former standout GB amateur that has found huge success in the pros. She's a two weight world champion. She's recently got a win over fellow multi division champion Mikaela Mayer. At 40 years old, she's made a good career for herself. Habazin is a Croatian boxer that is probably known best for being the loser in high profile match ups - Shields, Harper, Braekhus, Lauren, etc. But she is a two time world champion, having recently won a world title after having a ten year title drought.

In the co-main, Olympic gold medalist Lauren Price gets a mandatory fight out the way. She is coming off the biggest win of her pro career, a dominant win over former undisputed welterweight champion Jessica McCaskill for the WBA title. She'll take on Colombian Bexcy Mateus. Card is on Saturday (Dec. 14) on Peacock for those in the US. On SkySports for those in the UK.

Over on DAZN, Golden Boy Promotions has a card going down on Saturday (Dec. 14) as well. On the undercard we will get to see the return of former Olympic bronze medalist and former united flyweight champion Marlen Esparza. Esparza is coming off a big loss, where she lost her title on the scale, and then proceeded to lose on the cards. She is now moving up to super flyweight (115lbs). She'll take on fellow former flyweight champion Arely Mucino. Mucino is a long time veteran of the pro scene as well as a 4x world champion. She turned pro back in 2008 and has been competing at the highest levels of the sport since 2010. It's a good crossroads fight between two 35 year old boxers that are looking for one last run at world championships.

Another former Olympian! Brazilian Beatriz Ferreira is back from her stint at the 2024 Olympic games. A silver medalist at the 2020 Olympics, she added a bronze medal to her cabinet this year. But she's also the IBW lightweight champion. It's a division that has suddenly filled up with interesting fighters - Caroline Dubois, Bo Mi Re Shin, Terri Harper, Imane Khelif, etc. So there are fights for someone like Beatriz to chase. But first, she'll have to get through Frenchwoman Licia Boudersa. Boudersa is one of those French fighters that has fought their whole career in France against meh opposition, so they have an impressive looking record just from staying active.

We have a rematch this week. The last time Esneidy Rodriguez and Sana Hazuki, there was some wonkiness with the scoring so they're running it again. Rodriguez is an undefeated Mexican fighter on the come up. Sana Hazuki is a Japanese journeywoman. She's fought for a couple of world titles and come up short. Her record looks bad (12-9) but that's part fighting in a division with a small pool of fighters and part constantly fighting world champions (Yokasta Valle, Nanae Suzuki, Mika Iwakawa, Eri Matsuda). A true youth vs experience style match up.

ANOTHER former Olympian! This time from Canada. 2020+2024 Olympian and former amateur world champion Tamm Thibeault will make her pro debut on Friday over on DAZN. Didn't even realize the Canadian had signed with MVP (Jake Paul's outfit) or was planning on going pro. Only 27 years old and in a division as shallow as middleweight, she's got the potential to go far. First she has to deal with journeywoman Natasha Spence.

Last we have a couple fights going down in Australia.

Kaye Scott is a 40 year old who is a pioneer of the sport in Australia. She was part of the first ever sanctioned women's fight in the country. She represented the country on the amateur scene for years, taking home silver medals up at light heavyweight in 2016 and 2023 at the world championships. She recently made her move pro in November 2023 and quickly rattled off 4 wins. Now she's getting a title shot. It's a rematch with Desley Robinson, a woman she beat earlier this year. Robinson is a known entity, having fought Lani Daniels for the LHW title as well.

Do you remember John Wayne Parr? Legend of Australian muay thai? Well his daughter, Jazzy Parr, is also a fighter. And a pretty good one at that. While she's done quite a bit of kickboxing and muay thai, she seems to have settled on boxing as her primary sport. At least for now. The 21 year old has run up a 6-0 record in the sport and looks poised to make a run at a world title at bantamweight. She is set to face her most experienced opponent to date, former world champion Shannon O'Connell.

There is more but I fear this might run long. But if you're even a tiny bit interested in any of these fights, I implore you to seek them out. It's a good week to start getting into women's boxing as there's a lot going on globally and a lot of it will be available on streaming or TV depending on where you live.

#boxing #women's sports #gifs and pics #lauren price #natasha jonas #Tamm Thibeault #Beatriz Ferreira #Marlen Esparza #arely mucino #watch women's boxing

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