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A picture done for me by Here is the story to go with this picture.Deborah is copyright
Sierra is copyright me, Richard A Wright
Sierra quietly prayed to herself in the corner of the ring tuning out all the sounds from the crowd and announcer as he introduced himself, the judges, and prepared to introduce the fighters. She didn’t pray for God to give her strength or to grant her the victory. That was all on her shoulders. She prayed that the match would be good and there would be no serious injuries. She couldn’t help but WANT to ask God for strength because this match had a lot more riding on it. It wasn’t about pay or a win/loss ratio or a title shot. But for Sierra a good fight wasn’t about those things as much as it was for other fighters.
In the days before the fight Sierra seemed unusually quiet to those around her. Her opponent, Deborah Bispo, was particularly interested in why. Sierra always worked closely with her opponents to promote their matches as best as possible. Sierra’s passion was to leave the sport in better shape than she found it. She always strived to make herself and her opponents available to the fans to grow closer and bring more people into the sport and it was something Deb looked forward to. Having fought Sierra a few times before Sierra always made it a fun and memorable experience. Sierra just seemed disconnected for some reason. After Sierra finished her prayer and turned as the referee called them to the center of the ring for their instructions Sierra seemed cold and stone faced. Even when they touched gloves all Sierra did was tap knuckles. It wasn’t the enthusiastic pounding of gloves she usually did.
When the first round bell rang Deb made a quick mental note of how Sierra carried herself as she stepped into the middle of the ring. Sierra’s stride was powerful and had purpose as if she would walk right through a brick wall if it were to appear in front of her. Deb knew that meant Sierra was going to try and steamroll her. Deb was prepared for that. She knew Sierra was a massive powerhouse and was extremely tough with a chin and a body made of iron. That’s what Deborah loved about fighting people like Sierra, it was a challenge and it pushed her to her limit.
They both connected power punches right off the bat simultaneously. Sierra landed an overhand right and Deb planted an amazingly strong left across Sierra’s face. Both had their follow up punches ready and both were body attacks. Sierra went in low and drove her right fist into Deborah’s solar plexus and Deb’s body attack missed the mark a little, landing under Sierra’s arm. Sierra clamped down on Deb’s right punch and forced Deb to clinch as Sierra just pounded Deb’s side until Deb managed to break the clinch when Sierra clobbered Deborah across the cheek and a left hook right to the nose. *BAP-BIFF* snapping Deborah’s head back violently and making her fall on her butt. Deb was immediately on her feet ready to charge Sierra taking a swipe at Sierra’s nose before the referee stepped in to give her a standing 8 count. Deb was wide eyed with rage. She couldn’t believe Sierra was acting in such a way. Especially when she saw how Sierra just stood in the neutral corner glaring at Deb.
Deb decided at that moment it wasn’t going to be a boxing match. It was going to be a FIGHT! She wasn’t hurt in the slightest, her knock down was merely being thrown off balance from being popped during the break, even though the uppercut had enough power that Deb felt her lower eyelids nearly folding to make room for her nose. They touched gloves before beginning the next exchange of punches and again, Deb didn’t feel the touching of gloves was sincere. If anything it felt like a formality. Again they both threw their best power punches in a flurry daring each other to hit them harder, because they both KNEW they could take it. They didn’t care about the score cards. Not that early in the fight.
Toe to toe they pounded each other with force that would knock anyone else out. Deb trained specifically for that kind of fight. Sierra’s punches were landing cleanly but Deb was rolling with the punches, shrugging off the impact. Sierra was more rigid. When she was hit she barely budged. At times the exchanges got so intense they would get tangled with each other and despite the clinch they both kept throwing punches.
Seconds before the bell ending the first round Sierra put both gloves up in front of her face and moved forward, getting literally nose to nose with Deb pressing her fists against Deborah’s guard before Deb saw Sierra’s eyes flash with malice and rage catching Deb off guard mentally and Sierra drove her left fist right up the middle impacting Deborah’s stomach hard enough to push all the air from her lungs. Then the bell rang ending the round. Deborah dropped her guard and gave Sierra a “What the hell is YOUR problem?” glare as Sierra simply turned around and walked to her corner.
Deborah went to her corner and sat down as her brother gave Deb a good swig of water that she swished around in her mouth and spit the bloody water into a bucket.
“Did someone pee in her Wheaties or something?” Deborah asked. Across the ring she saw Sierra just staring at her.
“She’s just trying to get under your skin!” Her brother said giving her a shoulder rub. “You can’t go toe to toe with her like that. You trained to fight her at a distance, make sure you keep at a distance. Slip and strike like we practiced.” He instructed.
Deb heaved air in and out of her lungs trying to oxygenate her blood. Deb remembered what a previous opponent of Sierra said after she fought Sierra. Pepper, Sierra’s opponent at the time, said that Sierra’s body punches were so intense she thought Sierra might have been trying to break her in half.
During the second and third rounds they slugged it out. A headbutt in the second round opened a small cut over Sierra’s eye. Deb tried to keep at a distance, trying to beat Sierra at her own game, but she took a lot of punches in the process. Fortunately Deb kept it loose, when a punch landed it rocked her head around but that was intentional to deflect the power of the punch. If Sierra got too close Deb would clinch and try to pin Sierra’s arms to her side to avoid Sierra angrily punching Deb’s body. Sierra was successfully landing two and three combinations, usually landing a one-two to the face and switching up the third to either the body or the head. When Deb slipped the jab she almost always caught a grazing punch but was able to get through to land her own combinations. Sierra often hooked her arm behind Deborah’s head using whatever arm she threw the punch and pounded Deb’s torso with her free arm, at least when Deb wasn’t able to pin Sierra’s arms down.
Things were brutal and grueling and in the sixth round Deb began to worry about the points. She was feeling good physically and she was getting a lot of good hits in. She had a bloody nose her brother was having trouble getting under control but they both worried if Deb was doing well enough. Sierra seemed to be angry the whole time and the tension worried Deborah at some points that Sierra might take things a bit too far. Her faith in her old friend was somewhat wavering. Deb caught a grazing punch to the left side of her face and jabbed Sierra not twice but three time right on the nose setting up the most perfect right uppercut she ever threw in her life. When it connected with Sierra’s snoot she swore she heard a crunch over her own exhale through the mouth that threw Sierra’s head back and set up a wicked left hook that spun Sierra’s head around. Deb punctuated the combination with a final wide right that caught Sierra right in the nose slinging blood across the ring. Deb caught a brief glance at a bad gash on the bridge of Sierra’s nose before Sierra lunged in for the clinch driving both of them back into the ropes as Sierra drove her right fist into Deborah’s stomach over a few times before Deb brought her arm under Sierra’s right arm and tried to use her arm as a wedge to stop Sierra’s body attacks.
In the clinch Sierra saw beads of her own blood streak down Deborah’s back while Deb saw on her own glove a smear of blood on her knuckles. Sierra pushed herself off of Deborah ANGRILY landing a right hook then a left and another right. Deb began to swing a powerful right hook of her own before he arm stopped suddenly. “NO!” Deb thought as she realized her arm hooked the strap between the ropes. Sierra drove her fist down across the side of Deborah’s face three times and sent Deborah looking skyward as she drove an uppercut right into Deb’s mouth sending Deborah’s mouth guard sailing into the crowd. The referee stepped in as Deb’s knee touched the mat. The referee warned Sierra before giving Deborah another standing 8 count. Deborah got a few more precious seconds of recovery as they washed off her mouth guard. The moment the referee allowed them to fight Sierra drove her right hand into Deborah’s face like she was jousting and plowed Deborah into the corner. The audience thought that had to be it for Deborah as Sierra carefully and methodically tried to finish Deb off in the corner. The back of Deborah’s head hit the camera while they were getting some dramatic shots. Then the bell rang.
“We must be behind on points!” Deborah’s brother warned. “The judges had to have taken off a point for that standing eight count. How do you feel?”
“I feel… great! None of that hurt me! I can take anything she can throw at me! I hurt her, I saw tears in her eyes!” Deb said bright eyed and grinding her knuckles together.
Suddenly Deborah felt in sync. She knew what she neede to do and she knew she could do it. A calm came over her. She had 6 rounds left and in her mind every move played out. It was just a matter of executing it. Deborah’s brother knew that look and he encouraged her to go forward with what she was thinking.
In the next rounds Deborah wasn’t afraid. She was willing to take a good hard hit in order to get two or three of her own in. Deborah knew she wasn’t going to knock Sierra out but she could still dominate the tigress at least on points. She had to win every round for sure decisively but somehow she was absolutely confident she was going to do it. With each round Sierra became more and more defensive. Sierra was protecting that cut on her nose. Sierra chewed out the fight doctor not to stop the fight over the cut but it clearly kept her from being able to breathe through her nose. Deb could also feel Sierra slowing down.
Then it began to all fall into place in the 11th. Less than a minute in Deborah landed a wide right hook that, when it connected, made Sierra take a step back. Deb’s left hook to the rib and another wide right hand made Sierra step back again. Deborah dug her shoulder into Sierra’s chest and drove them both into the ropes. Deb jab, jab, jab, HOOK, jab-jab, HOOK, jab-CROSS just pummeling Sierra. To Deb it felt slow and precise. To the crowd she was rapid-firing those punches like she was high on some serious adrenaline.
When you’re close to death, they say, you see your life pass before your eyes. Sierra wasn’t close to death but she just didn’t have anything to respond with. She saw all the pivotal moments of her fight career pass before her eyes. She kept glaring angrily on Deborah, focusing on her eyes, there was a connection. Their eyes were locked on each other and in a sense they were communicating at length through their eyes. But what Sierra was seeing the result of her first couple of fights. She lost, but she felt a wave of satisfaction in those fights even in loss. She saw her first win. She saw when her lip was split so badly it was almost cut into two and required reconstructive surgery. Each time a punch landed she saw a flash of a past moment. She didn’t even realize she was barely protecting her face at all. Deborah shouted as she landed a right to Sierra’s face sending blood, sweat, and snot showing around the two fighters. The referee had to physically pull Deborah back and spin her around, but Deb charged back at Sierra again requiring the referee to wedge himself between the two women trying to wave his arms in the air. He was stopping the fight.
Deb thrust her elbows back “YEAH!” knowing she won before jumping in the air throwing her fist into the air and running into her brother’s arms as he lifted her into the air. She threw her head back and threw her hands in the air in victory before blowing kisses into the crowd.
Sierra nodded to the referee patting him on the arm. She understood his position and wasn’t holding it against him. She walked to the nearest corner and simply sat down on the mat catching the blood in the palm of her glove. Deb turned to run to Sierra to congratulate them on an epic fight but Sierra was completely surrounded by her corner, the fight doctor and the press. Deb saw Sierra’s feet and saw she was down and her glimpses she knew Sierra wasn’t hurt.
“No! Don’t photograph her like this! Please, be respectful!” Deborah said pulling back on some camera men. But they kept taking pictures of Sierra before turning to catch more photos of Deb.
Deborah saw the fight doctor escort Sierra out of the ring and down the isle with a towel absorbing the blood from Sierra’s gash. It brought Deb down, she looked forward to mugging for the cameras with Sierra. Sierra was always up for entertaining the cameraman, but she understood.
Deb began to feel angry again at Sierra during the post-fight conference because Sierra never showed up. Deborah knew Sierra wasn’t injured, when Deborah got dressed and in the hall she saw Sierra talking to her boyfriend. She looked ashamed. “She SHOULD be ashamed! She behaved unprofessionally!” Deb thought. So after the conference she grabbed her bag with her gear and stopped at Sierra’s locker room to demand an explanation. Standing just outside the door was Sierra’s brother and boyfriend who looked at Deborah and smiled and gave her a wave. Looking in she saw Sierra sitting on a bench staring at the floor. Standing with her was the fight doctors and the sports commissioners plus a few people in suits. One woman rudely snapped a folder shut and Sierra actually flinched. When they left Deb stepped into the room.
“Deb… please forgive me. I acted rashly. It wasn’t personal. I was just… scared.” Sierra explained before Deborah could even start. Her speech was unsettling and heavy like it came from the pit of her stomach. Her words seemed to impact the floor as if they were made of some kind of tangible substance. She never looked up or made eye contact with Deborah.
“Do not be silly!” Deborah said switching gears. “Don’t look so sad! Come with me and my family! We’ll go to a bar, they have karaoke. You love to sing and I love to dance! You will feel better. You will come back from this loss, you always do!”
Sierra took a deep breath and let out a shuttering sigh and a tear hit the floor. After a moment she slowly shook her head. “There is no come back for me. I can’t fight anymore. They revoked my license. They won’t let me compete again. They retired me.”
“What? Why? You are too strong! They can’t do this!” Deborah exclaimed trying to get Sierra to look her in the eyes.
“When I fought Pepper she won. Then I fought Beth and she put me in the hospital overnight. Then I fought Demonique and she put me in the hospital for a week. I have taken too many concussions.” Sierra said weakly standing up. She moved toward the door. Sierra looked at the bench and her gym bag containing her gear and her leather coat with “Boxing USA” embroidered on the back neatly folded on the bench. Her gaze was as if she was saying goodbye as she left the room turning off the light.
Outside the room Sierra rested her forehead on her boyfriend’s chest. He was a huge man, freakishly huge. Very tall and built like a tank. But he was such a gentle guy and he loved Sierra so much. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his face on top of her head. She clinched his jacket as he stroked her back and when she let out a whimper he tightly closed his eyes and shed tears of his own.
Deb put her arms around the two and was accepted as Sierra put her arm around Deb and pulled her in.
It was a very sad time, but with every tragedy is a blessing! Sierra couldn’t fight any longer. Her career had ended far too soon. But before her nose healed when she went to have the stitches removed she learned she was going to have a family. She was going to have a baby (Two actually). She was overjoyed, because she had always been told she would never be able to have children. She had given up on being a mom. It was as if God forced the retirement to give Sierra her babies and that became Sierras NEW pride. She also found quite a lot of success as a boxing promoter allowing her to continue her hopes of leaving the sport in better shape than it was in when she arrived. One of the first to hear the news was Deborah. Sierra felt a responsibility to let Deborah know because she knew that it weighed heavily on Deb’s shoulders that her fight against Sierra was the last in her career. Deb needed to know and deserved to be free of feeling responsible.
On the back of Sierra’s promoter card was a quote from her favorite anime. (Just because she’s a very cool woman doesn’t mean she doesn’t have her nerdy moments.)
“I heard a story a long time ago. About a man who came to a city and went to a street corner. And all alone he began speaking. Hoping to make the world a better place this man continued to preach to whoever would listen day after day. At first many showed great interest in what the man had to say and some even vowed to fight alongside him. Then in time they all lost interest. As long as THEIR lives were comfortable it didn’t MATTER what happened to the world. Still the man wouldn’t stop. Even as he aged without a single soul left listening to him he continued all the same. Then one day a child stopped by and asked him a question.
“Why do you continue preaching when there is nobody there?”
This is how the man answered.
“In the beginning I thought I could change everyone. Then I realized it was a hopeless dream. The reason I won’t stop preaching… and brother, the reason I won’t stop FIGHTING… is back then when I started out I gambled my entire life on this. If I stop now it would all be one big lie.”
No, this isn't the end of Sierra pics, I just wanted a picture of the LAST punch in Sierra's career. All fighters have one inevitable thing in common. ALL fighters have to face their last fight.
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So I happen to see that Sierra and her husband die in a car accident, but she did give birth to her children before dying. Tell me, do either children take on the mantle of what their parents did before or go their own careers?
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Actually it was the first real person I modeled Sierra from that died in a car accident. Sierra, who like all of my characters is linked to spiritual and supernatural legend, actually meets her end in a parking lot when she is murdered. That's how she learns about her connection to a Cherokee legend called the Beloved Woman. (Actually it's a real tale. I just spin in that it empowers her spirit like the real Beloved Woman had.)
Their kids do pick up where their parents leave off. They're paternal twins and the boy, Victor, follows in Sierra's footsteps and becomes a fighter while the daughter, Victoria (Victoria was named after a woman Sierra's eventual Husband, Repo, tried to protect and failed. They wanted to honor her memory) Victoria is born blind so she sticks to being smart and studying. She is the one who figures out how to end Repo's curse which is immortality. Repo is cursed to see everyone he loves grow old and die while he remains young.
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Interesting. So some supernatural elements besides Repo. Do they watch over their children in spirt form?
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They would, for sure! Sierra spent most of her life thinking she'd never be able to have kids. So she dedicated a lot of her time and life to helping kids, when she DID have kids they became invaluable to her, even in death she wants to be close to them and be there for them.
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For some reason HotRod I see Deborah and Sierra as friends, I think they respect each other.
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They are, they are very different people but what makes them have fun together is everything that Sierra isn't, Deb is. They have enough in common to be able to mesh as two people but are different enough to keep things new and different.
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Heh funny thing HotRod, Jose-Ramiro a mexican deviantart artist that I know also made a draw of a fight between Deborah and your character Sierra. I've heard that he and Drawing-4Ever are friends, I saw the artwork of both guys and I think they are great dude.
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Yeah, they are good guys. They have stuck with me through thick and thin, even during my most unsociable days. I think they saw past the tortured and angry me into what was really trying to grow inside, so they had the patience to wait for my anger to fade.
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Heh I think I know who is Sierra's opponent HotRod, she is Deborah Bispo a character created by a brazilian devianartart artist called as Drawing-4Ever. Heh I must HotRod Deborah and Sierra are two amazing feline fighters.
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They have met a few times, did a comic that was several pages long and you can tell he put a lot of care into it. I don't think he has it posted and I am missing several pages because of computer corruption. I just came across a picture he did of Sierra I don't even have on my computer, I wonder if he'll let me post it?
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Love Pepper who's cool and cute, her friendship with Sierra was sweet, poor Pepper will be missed, and love Beth, she's really tough/strong, but love her hot character design.
Wendel being a huge fan of Sierra is awesome, I'm so a big fan of both Yin/Yang, Deborah, Antares, Sipha, Sierra, Pepper, Beth, and Grace, such cool interesting female furry boxer characters with great potential, I'm glad to see them.
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thanks, I appreciate being appreciated.
I had to look up Grace, Deadpool has me blocked so I can't see anything he has posted.
Pepper will carry on as a guardian angel along with Dusty. So she may not be in the ring but she'll be in the stories.
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I like to hear your review.
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Looks really awesome, Deborah vs. Sierra, my favorite awesome female fight, so love Sierra who's cool/hot , poor Sierra so needs a hug.Really super amazing story, Deborah having a brother, cool, you're awesome HotRod-302 .
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Thank you, I have been trying to make Sierra relevant again. I had pissed off a lot of people in past years and am trying to find a balance to atone while not turning my back on the beliefs that made me be such an ass back then.
I try to make Sierra the kind of person people want to enjoy being around. An all around good person and a championship level fighter. In the world I created where she exists she was one of the top four fighters. I think Deb needed a good win and would be a good person for Sierra to go out from.
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Yeah, Wendel has done some drawings of him and her dad. Now i am waiting to see her mom some day.
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Can I see said drawing of Deborah’s brother??
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www.deviantart.com/drawing-4ev…
This was the only one i could find, a while back Wendel got depressed and emptied his entire gallery. There was another of him wearing a military uniform too. Looks like he didnt reupload it. I seem to remember him also boxing at one point.
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He seemed like a pleasant guy from what i could see. Well built and strong. But no personality was given so i dont know what hos personality was.
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Hm... Maybe if you ask Wendel to draw him again, he wouldn’t mind doing it!
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Maybe some day. He does have a pic of Deb's dad beating the hell out of her. But I admit I was uncomfortable seeing a father beat their daughter down, even in the name of sport.
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Ok. Does Sierra have any love interests or siblings I should know about?
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Yes, she has her boyfriend and future husband (though they both die before a traditional wedding can happen.)
And that is proper scale to the car. He is 7' 4"and weighs 572 pounds.
She also has a big brother. (Though he is two inches shorter than Sierra.)
And a good pic of all three.
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I take it Sierra’s brother is a kickboxer?
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Yeah, he does MMA, kickboxing, and once in a while he boxes. In his criminal life he was a smuggler, but he calls himself a ninja, which isn't far off. He is my second or maybe third most skilled fighter.
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So why would you kill of your own character before she would get married??
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It's something I did a lot in my stories. Make people care about them and then take them away. It's all about getting emotional reactions from people. For Repo it was a good thing. He was cursed with immortality and was dedicating his life to end the curse. Sierra was getting older and just couldn't keep up. They were never meant to be RP characters or anything. I always wanted to write a novel.
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Sierra needs a hug. Amazing story, you've always been a good writer.
So if I understand right, she had to end her carrer because of her medical issues ?
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Yeah, I cut it way down for this story, though. It gets complex and I am having trouble wrapping my head around a snag. You see, in her early teens she got ovarian cancer and she beat it but as a result couldn't have any kids. So fast forward to her losing streak she suffers too many concussions and the commission tells her they refuse to reinstate her fight license and it is right after that Demonique kills Sierra in a parking lot. Repo brings her back and the resurrection heals her and even gives her back a little bit of youth. THEN she has the kids and tries to make a comeback once she's more settled but she struggles a lot more. She starts out strong but just can't hit her stride and she eventually kind of goes crazy. Not in a psychopathic way, she obsessive and depressed, she wants that thrill "One more time", but even if there was "one more time" it wouldn't be enough. My tactic there is that is when the story begins to focus more on her kids who take over for her. The twins, one boy and one girl, keep fighting Sierra's battle against Demonique for her. Her son actually takes after her as a boxer as well.
Right now I am kind of guessing that I'll have to describe her struggle as a combination of the sport has evolved and opposition is stronger, faster, and more skilled than ever and she's having trouble jugging parenthood, working, and training along with perhaps her nervous system isn't fully recovered...
I think I mist just be overthinking it...
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I like how in depth you’ve gone with her back story. I agree sometimes we can overthink it when writing.
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Thanks, I've been developing Sierra since 1995. Had a lot of inspiration from a lot of people and a lot of help from many of those people. From the woman that first inspired her to Hollie Dunaway and Jolene Blackshear who tolerated me being in contact with them for years asking stupid questions just to see what their take on it all was.
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You actually got to speak with actual boxers to get references for your story ideas? Cool! What did they tell you?
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Also Jolene Blackshear sent me this.
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All sorts of things depending on what the topic was at the time. Fan interaction, how things run in the dressing rooms, why they got into boxing (usually because it looked fun. Hollie Dunaway actually walked by a gym with some of her friends and looked in the window and her friends were the ones who wanted to do it, but she's the one who took it and ran with it) Jolene Blackshear told me about her big event way back in the 90s where she and a few other fighters were flying over my state as we were being destroyed by a snow storm and how the airplane had some of the worst turbulence she had experienced. We talked about weird fans, good fans, bad fans, training methods and diet (which is surprisingly normal. You would expect it's all boiled chicken breast and veggies and wheat grass smoothies. The way I cook they would never make weight)
I was even talking to Hollie Dunaway when she beat Stephanie Dobbs and they accidentally announced Stephanie the winner, she sent me a few of her fights on DVD. Also her steroid scandal after she fought Regina Halmich.
I spent some time talking to Pamela Barker who talked me into buying some of her father's goods. He made these decorative bells that had an animatronic butterfly that would flap it's wings when it picked up on sound. She told me of her trip to Germany where she was chased out of the country. That was quite sad. She's a really nice person. Along with the butterflies her father sent me there were some DVDs (sadly have been missing for at least a decade) of some of her fights on the strict condition that I don't post them online. Not sure why...
I mean I talked to Jojo Wyman, Chevelle Hallback, Jamie "Bloodbath" McGrath (never went pro, but did many golden gloves tournaments. Couldn't go pro because it turned out she had a weird blood problem that could cause clotting problems which was why she bled all over the place when she boxed).
Also I was somewhat involved with some of the more tragic female fighters. Katie Dallam who was beaten up so badly by Sumya Anani she was permanently brain damaged in a bad way. She seems okay just talking to her but if you saw her again the next day she wouldn't recognize anyone. She does painting for her therapy and I have one of her paintings.
Finally, one that hit me really hard, was a fighter local to me who competed in he golden gloves and she was a college professor in Boulder. She died in the ring. I didn't see the fight, but I did visit the gym the next day with a condolences card and to see all those fighters arm in arm in a circle crying was hard to witness. Sad thing is it is someone who was there posted the fight on YouTube.
So little bits of Sierra's work ethic came from these fighters. I took inspiration from some of their personal stories, the normal daily life sort of stuff. Learned from fighters and fans that didn't behave, so on and so forth. Sierra's initial appearance was inspired by a female fighter I was romantically interested in. We were very very close friends but in hind sight I don't think we'd ever really be considered a couple. The tigress angle was going to be for promotional purposes and because of her size, she was a 6' 3" heavyweight. So a big powerful tigress was natural! But a motorcycle accident hurt her shoulder quite badly and it was just too much of an issue.
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Wow! That's some cool stuff. So you met them by working out at their gym? Or did you start by going to their fights?
And in terms of the motorcycle injury you're talking about your character Sierra right? I don't know of any real 6'3" heavyweight female boxers but I would love to see them if they exist ( I know there's Vonda Ward but she's just super tall, kinda lanky)
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