Female Boxing Federation

11:10 Karina_Fighter: There is an underground fight club run by Russians (possibly the Russian mafia) that takes place once a month in an old barn. The ring is a circle made of hay bales stacked 4 ft high, which is low enough for the crowd standing around it to see the fight, maybe even get splattered with some blood, but high enough to really get worked over against those immovable bales if someone traps you there. The gang that runs the club takes in a lot of cash from the illegal gambling that takes place and it is a very popular local event.
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11:11 Karina_Fighter: These are bareknuckle boxing contests, with only a few rules:
1. No grounding fighting. Fighter on ground has 10 seconds to get back on feet.
2. No elbows or headbutts allowed.
3. Clinching/holding is permitted only as long as at least one fighter is punching
4. Ref does not intervene to declare TKOs. Fighters can go to full KO.
5. No gauging with fingers allowed, striking must be with closed fist only.
6. No striking below waist band.
11:13 Karina_Fighter: I was very happy to be invited to participate in a bare knuckle boxing match at this barn, because the prize money on offer is really great, and because I had a previous fight with the other opponent that has been invited, the American boxer Selene, at a different venue. Although I won the fight, I learned the hard way that tough and dangerous fighters some times come in small packages. Our last fight, now well over a year ago, left both of us brutally wrecked, and I swear that my nose is now a little bit crooked after that fight, and maybe my tits droop more (or may that’s a consequence of being 36 yo). At 5 ft 10 in and weighing in at 145 lbs, I am tall and lanky and I have long arms that were made for fist fighting. yt
11:47 Karina_Fighter: The interesting thing about Russian bare knuckle boxing at this underground club is that the ref will never end the fight as long as both fighters are standing. No matter how brutal and one sided the beating becomes. So the woman doing the beat down has to work a little harder, and the woman on the receiving end has that 1 in a thousand chance of landing an uppercut under the chin of her tormentor ending the fight with a surprise and shocking reversal. Either way, these fights are super spectacular crowd pleasers with fights usually ending in a knockout.
11:47 Karina_Fighter: yt
17:08 Karina_Fighter: I have invited @Selene_boxer to join #SeleneKarina.
18:21 Selene_boxer: Russia's not my ideal vacation spot, but the prize money for fighting in that venue is pretty amazing, and I want a hard bareknuckle fight. My last bare fist fight, I lost, after a long, hard slugfest behind a bar...now, I'm in a dingy barn west of Moscow. The youtube videos inspired me...the fighters do follow the rules, the counts are delightully slow, and the primal urge to punish an opponent can come out. It was an added bonus that my opponent would be Karina. Nice, friendly lass; we'd shared some drinks and jokes after she knocked me out., but I wanted another match. Nothing personal; I suspected that we'd share tales of our fights since our last encounter later.
18:39 Selene_boxer: There's always rumors that messing up your opponent's face---bloody nose, black eyes, split lips--all the visuals that make bareknuckle so attractive to so many--gives the girls bonuses. I don't know about all the fights, but the promoters were offering us a bit extra for each black eye, shut eye, bloody nose, or split lip. I knew that everything I was feeling, she had to be feeling as well--the anticipation of pounding a girl--the possibility of being the one trapped on the hay and punched into hamburger. I'm showing the results of stopping some fists the hard way, too, though somehow, despite the breaks, my nose is straight. I've been training hard, my 5'6 frame having gone from the 136 pounds when I fought Karina last time to 141 pounds of tough. Like my opponent, my 36C tits droop a little--not the prefered target in a lot of fights, but they've felt leather, and sometimes bare knuckles, a few times.
18:41 Selene_boxer: Nice girl though she is, I still plan to earn a few of the bonuses, and I know that she will, too. Even the loser will go home with some good cash--and the more damage we do to each other, the more we go home with. This is going to be fun.
00:22 Karina_Fighter: When I arrive at the Russian underground fight club, I’m told that I’m the first of the women fighters to arrive. Clearly a men’s fight is in progress, as there is no mistaking the sound of a fist punching into flesh. There is the roar of a large crowd following the sound of multiple hard punches hitting home. With the sounds in the background, I’m escorted to my small changing room with a view of the barn’s entrance. I change quickly into my fight clothes, a simple grey sports bra with a shamrock on one cup, a lucky symbol, grey track suit bottoms and white runners. My blond hair is tied back in a ponytail and later I’ll use a black gum shield. By chance I take a peek out the window to see my opponent arriving, a little unnerving as the red head seems to have bulked up since we last boxed. Hmmmm……biceps looking good, and core looking lean and mean. No doubt she will try to collect as much bonus prizes as she can, at my expense.
00:22 Karina_Fighter: A photographer arrives and now I pose for a few photos, wondering what I’ll look like after this fight. yt
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05:46 Selene_boxer: Such a difference between here and rural Ireland where I first met Karina. There, we wanted to fight--stripped our tops off and laid into each other until someone couldn't rise--which happened to be me. No formalities, and just some friendly bets, and all about fun. Here, an hour train ride west of Moscow, everything is different. Same basic rules, same bare fists, but the audience pays to get in, and the fighters get paid--better if we win, of course.
06:01 Selene_boxer: And the more we mess each other up, the more bonus...nicely set up to encourage MEAN--not that I need it, nor does Karina. After our first encountr, I want to make sure that she KNOWS that she got BEAT. One good thing: although there's some serious money at stake, the gamblers are kept well away from the fighters.
06:31 Selene_boxer: The tingly feeling of anticipation is ever stronger as I trip off my street clothes and get ready for a brutal exchange of fists...red shorts and a red sports bra. the better to show my midriff (and any bruises that might show up there) and the same red Converse high-tops, complete with grass and blood stains from the last fight with you. After a short warm up, I feel ready.
06:32 Selene_boxer: The photographer takes a picture of me warming up
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06:35 Selene_boxer: and then the cheers from the ring get louder. There's no mistaking the meaning; someone's been knocked clean out. The next fight starts very soon--and once again, someone's going to get knocked out. I think that it's going to be Karina; she thinks that it'll be me--one of is wrong. Either way, got to make sure to say something to her before the punching starts tr
06:35 Selene_boxer: yt
10:37 Karina_Fighter: I hear the roar of the crowd that Selene must also have heard, signalling the end of the guy’s fight, and the downing of one of the beefy fighters. Sure enough, there is a knock on the door, and I’m escorted to the main area of the barn, with my first glimpse of the hay bale ring. The crowd is large and surprising has quite a few female spectators, clearly Russian women like bare knuckle boxing. Tough gals! I’m told that Serene will enter the ring from the opposite side, and I’m told I can enter now. The loud speaker starts making introductions in Russian, as I move forward, climb the make shift steps of hay bales to stand at the top of the ring. I see Serene on the opposite side, and give her a nod as I jump the four feet down into the ring. She is looking even better close up, and I do remember that she has some big fists. yt
17:57 Selene_boxer: Walking out to the ring, butterlies flapping in my stomach as i remember getting knocked out by the sweet Irish lass. Mentally reviewing my fight plans--that reach is a PAIN, and she's quite good when we got to holding and hitting. Going to be a hard fight--perfect! As I get to the "ring," I see that someone was very clever--on the outside, the hay is only stacked a bit under 3 feet high, so people can see well, lean over--get Karina's blood on them--but 4 feet deep, so that we can trap each other against the hay bales. I hop down into the ring, wondering if I'll be helping you out of it, or vice-versa. I nod and walk forward to meet you. "Been a bit--looser buys drinks and dinner?" I say as I look you over. You look just as formidable as last time, and perfect fight clothes--make me feel overdressed, but that shamrock might be a good target for a few punches.
17:58 Selene_boxer: "You ready for some pain," I say, a bit of a smile to show that I still see this as fun...just fun that happens to involve some pain.
17:58 Selene_boxer: yt
19:02 Karina_Fighter: I grin at you……”Well, you are as cocky as ever….and I think that sounds like a plan…..looser buys drinks and dinner…..hope you like borscht comrade!”……I can see by your more muscular shape that you have been busy in the last couple of years sense we last stood toe to toe…..so, I think, its going to be my leaner and taller body against your more muscular frame, and my strategy of keeping you at arms-length versus you wanting to get too close to comfort.
19:02 Karina_Fighter: The ref now goes over the fight club rules, in a broken Russian accent….and tells us to face each other, standing 6 feet apart. He asks if we are ready……and we both nod……and now I rise my fists and form an orthodox stance, left fist leading and raised higher than my right fist which I tuck in near my chin, and left foot leading. I position myself at a diagonal to you, and the ref raises his hand, and then slashes it downward as he shouts “FIGHT”!
06:19 Selene_boxer: I have invited @Jenny_Prise to join #SeleneKarina.
06:19 Jenny_Prise: GO KARINA!! no wait... GO SELENE!!!! no wait... Oh just shut up and watch
08:07 Karina_Fighter: I hear the crowd becoming animated, but I dare not take my eyes off Selene, she is way too good a boxer to not stay focused on..........
14:14 Selene_boxer: As you're checking my physique, I'm reiewing yours--too late for changes of plans. Meeting your eyes...the same determination as last time, and I know well your speed and power--probably even more than last time. The crowd noises fade in my consciousness, my awareness limited to you and the small "ring" of hay bales--pay attention to anything else and I'll get mauled That word, "FIGHT!" is magical, unleashing more mayhem than these Russians might expect.
14:42 Selene_boxer: Turning to face you rather than give you the diagonal, left extended, right in tight, left foot forward--both of us orthodox...that lean pysique extremely dangerous...my eyes bright. I move forward, snap a fast left jab at your mouth...a fast, serious punch, but as much to make you react as anything else--then drop low, my head below your chest level as my left foot slides forward and to the left, biceps rippling as I try o plant my right fist in your side, just under your floating ribs--then pivot about my left foot so I'm (hopefully) a bit off to your right and facing you yt
14:53 Karina_Fighter: Selene’s red fight outfit complements her red hair…..and she presents a striking figure to me….no pun intended……I know a big and fast moving fist is going to come my way any second, so I brace to defend against what you are going to throw….And then the red head strikes……a fast moving jab at my mouth…..a sure way to shut me up…..I slip to my right to let your left glance over my left collar, but then you drop low, taking a step to the left to match my slip to the right, and BAM……you work in a nasty right straight to my ribs…..and the pain commences……I feel your fist will leave a red mark on me, but I absorb the pain, and counter with a left hook at your jaw, hoping to go over your extended right arm, and then counter punch further with a right hook towards your lower rib cage, thinking the previous left hook will keep your guard high……and then I try to circle to my right as the crowd goes wild.yt
15:09 Selene_boxer: Mostly expecting the jab to miss, but that long expanse of fair skin is right THERE for my fist--love feeling the blow land without leather between my fist and your flesh...then POW! your left flies over my right before I can get it back in place--the crowd roaring as you contort my face, the cracks of fist on flesh--already seeing a war brewing. That's gonna leave a mark--if it weren['t for mouthguards, might have loosened some teeth. Keeping my left in--still a bit low in my stance, my body's not as easy ti hit as a taller person's, and I catch the right with my left elbow, grinning as we swap leather. The instant your right hits my arm, I snap a left uppercut at your gut--pivot as I try to follow with a right hook, but you're already moving away--if it lands on your eye, a lot of the power will be wasted--steppping to my left to say in front of you yt
15:20 Karina_Fighter: I feel pleasure as my left hook connects solidly with your jaw, but your ready for my right hook, protecting your ribs and snapping back a left uppercut into my gut, which I can’t stop, but tightnen my abs to absorb the power of your punch, my slide to the right diminishes the power of your right hook, that gently connects with my eye…..but the thing about the tissue around eyes is that it does not take much to discolour and I know that a very slight shiner is going to form…..but instinctively at least I know the eye is ok....I try to counter quickly with a jab to go under your right, trying to target your solar plexus, and then a right cross towards your right eye, hoping my jab towards your SP distracted your attention…..
15:21 Karina_Fighter: Your fight strategy is what I would do, if I was fighting someone with a longer reach, I would get into their personal space……..neutralise their reach advantage…..so I have to keep spacial awareness at the forefront of my mind…..so I try to take a step back after my right cross……yt
15:23 Karina_Fighter: even if it looks like I'm on the run!yt
15:40 Selene_boxer: the uppercut should do some good--long lean fighters sometimes have more breakable bodies, but the feel of your hard muscle under my fist reminds me that you’re tough all round. disappointed that I didn't tag your eye better, but got it started. Bare fists can raise a black eye so mch faster—love that. Catching the jab with my right forearm, I try to counter with a hard right back at you, but your right’s already on the way. I try to slip, but not fast enough, and your rock hard fist lands just over my eye, slamming my head back. THAT’S going to start to swell; I’m lucky you didn’t open a cut—but I can feel the bruise already starting. It’s OK for now. As you step back, I try to stay right in front of you, moving forward—keeping my head moving; that right HURT!—as I step forward, reach out with my left, trying to slam your left down to expose your face…stepping in with a hard straight right, looking to spread your nose across your face yt
16:13 Karina_Fighter: My jab connects only with your forearm, and you counter with a right, but that is basically intercepted by my right cross, I can feel the power of my right cross as my knuckles burn, and as it snaps your head back, I know it must have hurt, a lot. Eyes are delicate. You are tough and can take a punch though, and immediately slam your left fist into my left fist, pounding it down, opening my face up, an audacious move that I did not expect. Then your right fist thunders into my personal space, my head snaps back as your fist hits me in the nose, causing a dribble of blood to run out and down my chin, a few drops now staining my light grey sports bra. I take a step back, and send a jab out at your nose, hoping to keep your guard high, and then a quick step into you, lowering my right, twisting my right hip, and trying an uppercut at your belly button, thinking you might not expect me to get so close. yt
18:29 Selene_boxer: My eye’s already swelling; that was a hell of a punch, even if was just above the eye; it won’t take many like that to close it—a painful reminder of the differences between bare knuckle and gloves. Pain, sure, but there’s incredible satisfaction of feeling your nose under my fist—that’s the sort of hurt that gets worse—fast, and the crowd roars as they see the first bit of blood; that gray top shows it nicely. As you step back, I try to stay with you, staying in front of you—almost slipping the jab, but your hard fist bounces off my cheek. With gloves, it would be nothing, but bare knuckles will scrape my skin raw in a hurry.
18:29 Selene_boxer: You stepping close gets me off guard, and you’re too fast for me to block the punch—an “UUUMPH!” of surprise more than pain. Not close to showing you what I had for breakfast just yet. You’re in close, and I come back with a left over your right, trying to plant my fist in your right eye—not a lot of power since I wanted to get it in FAST, without resetting after the gut shot. Bend at my knees, trying to get my center of gravity low, I stay in front of you, trying to shove you back into the hay yt
18:29 Selene_boxer: You hurt me good coming in close--time for you to pay for it
18:52 Karina_Fighter: My jab smacks you in the cheek, and my right uppercut sinks into your belly button…..but even so, you have well toned abs, and even as painful as it is, it’s not a blow that will knock you out of the picture, so to speak……but your big left fist comes up over my right at lightening speed, SMACK……arggggggg…….fuck!…..your fist lands in my eye, not full force, but it hurts, and my small shiner is now enlarging….to the point where I’m not going to be able to cover it with make up later…..to repeat….eyes are delicate regions. We are nearly the same weight, only that the weight is distributed differently, and while I have a reach advantage, you have a centre of gravity advantage that might place you in a better position in a clinch or in grappling or in pushing me off balance….and you use this advantage like a pro. mtc
18:52 Karina_Fighter: You drop your centre of gravity lower…..pushing me backwards….that combined with the punch to the eye, sends my back into the hay bales…..a place I don’t want to be…..and try to box my way out with a quick jab at your cheek and then an over hand right at your nose, hoping I can force you back……my nose still dribbling blood and my eye now looking like I have been in a fight….. yt
19:13 Selene_boxer: Smashing your eye—very delicate, and very satisfying—there’s something about a nicely bruised up face that I’ve created, and in close, even better. I’m feeling the aggression, the scent of sweat as we hammer each other—grinning despite the pain. Hard to slip in close, your jab cracks into my cheek, the skin scraped and raw. Feet planted, I want to keep you in close…and CRACK that right snaps my head back, pain radiating through my head as blood starts to run down my face, knocking me back a step.
19:13 Selene_boxer: I can’t let you get back into ring center, I fire out what looks like a right—bu it’s not. I try to snake my right behind your head, if I can, pulling it forward as I rip a left hooking uppercut, trying to smash my fist into your eye—if I can, pull it back and repeat, muscles straingin against yours, our blood mingling as we struggle. <If I can’g get your head, then obviously I can’t throw the punches
19:23 Karina_Fighter: My body is now sweating, even in this early segment of the fight, I’m expending a lot of energy…..and my left/right combo hits home….two punches rocking your head back….but you know my back is on the wall and you step in closer before I can throw a third punch…..your right hand comes behind my head….what the fuck…..and pulls me forward as you let rip an uppercut into my right eye….striking me just above the eye and opening a small cut that starts bleeding….so just as my nose stops bleeding…..bleeding now starts above my eyebrow….and the blow pushes me backwards…at the same time as you drop your left for another uppercut, I slap your right away by bringing up my left forearm, and then try to send a right uppercut towards your chin….now feeling a bit woozy for that ripping uppercut you landed….and knowing you still have me on the wall….yt
19:37 Selene_boxer: I was willing to pay a steep price to keep you on the haybales, and I paid it; that blood's stuffing up my nose—I don’t think it’s broken, but it’s a really good bloody nose—that won’t stop until the fight’s over and someone can give me some ice. The shock of my fist on your head, right where I want it—WOW!—and now that eye’ll be swelling more—close it, can I? Mtc
19:37 Selene_boxer: You work your uppercut in, snapping my head back, a demented halo of sweat and blood surropunding my head, spattering you and the audience—their roars are brutally loud---they can sense a short fight with a decisee ending—the punch rocks me, and I’m knocked backwards. I catch myself at ring center, dropping into a low stance—right cheek scraped up, a nice shiner decorating my left tye, and blood running freely. Habds up, I smile, “Nice one; this is fun!” I say. yt
19:47 Karina_Fighter: I feel my right punch into your chin, rocking your head backwards….and you stumble back several steps to the centre of the ring. I would like to immediately follow up on this uppercut, but I’m breathing hard after your last uppercut that landed above my eye, and blood is now dripping down my face, from above my eye to my chin, and more dripping onto my bra, a trail of it between my meagre cleavage. I need a few moments to regain my senses……that punch to my eye was a stunner that nearly punched out the lights….and my uppercut to your chin was like a hail Mary play…..if it had not backed you off…..you might have ended the fight with a flurry of punches…..I raise my fists, and cautiously come off the wall…..circling to my right…..now taking the moment to gather myself…if the crowd doesn’t like the break in the action then fuck em!.....they have gotten what they have paid for…a fast moving, bloody nonstop fist fight…..yt
19:51 Karina_Fighter: I give you a little wiggle with my fingers, beckoning you to come at me.....yt
23:17 Selene_boxer: That uppercut still has me seeing stars, if you hadn’t deeded the respite as much as I, you might have been able to put me down in a flurry of punches. Your eye and my nose—anyone who wants blood will be loving it. Blood’s soaking into my red top—poor color choice, since it doesn’t show. Such a brief interval of flying fists, such results. As you step to your right, I step to my left, trying to stay in front of you—and the hay isn’t too far back, curving towards you as you step laterally. The crowd’s lovng it; the moment’s pause allowing hem to actually see the destruction we’ve inflicted in such an incredibly short time. I wipe some of the blood from my nose and edge forward, hoping to get close enough to punch before you shift directions. Nothing’s rattling too bad just yet, and seeing that I rattled you gives me confidence that we’re pretty even so far.
23:18 Selene_boxer: I nod at your gesture, and grin. A quick glance at your chest while you’re out of reach, the gray showing so many spots and the red rolling down your front, brings a smile to my face. Keeping my hands up as I slide in, head moving side to side—you have fast hands, and I know it. I edge a bit closer, then, as we’re getting to the danger zone, snap out a stiff jab at your nose, hoping that I don’t get stopped by a knuckle sandwich as I move in. Pulling my jab back just a trifle, I snap a left hook out, trying for that beautifully swelling eye, hoping that two punches from the same side wlil surprise you—the second punch moderately powerful as I sacrifice some power for SPEED; I need to pile on some hurt—and a closed eye is hard to see out of—though my nose is useless except as a source of blood for the ring floor and our tops.
23:18 Selene_boxer: yt
23:32 Karina_Fighter: This is an amazing fight, probably the fastest moving I’ve ever been in with such an extraordinary amount of surface damage to each fighter. After wiggling my fingers at you to come at me, I quickly give my face a wipe and then wipe my hand on my bra, further staining it with blood and sweat. And I raise my fists to try to protect my face as you slowly come towards me, making me feel like I’m being stalked, oh wait….that’s exactly what is happening. As you close the distance, you send out a fast jab at my nose, so I try to slip to my right, outside your left, so that your left goes past the left side of my face, I drop my right to send out an uppercut just below your navel, but I’m not watching for the left hook, and as I my head moves back towards centre, your hook catches me between the eyes, rocking my head back, causing more blood to flow, and causing me to stubble back towards the ring wall again…..yt
23:44 Selene_boxer: Amazing is right—and not just surface damage, but bruising and blood that’ll be impairing us fast enough. I’m a mouth breather, as well as a bloody mess, and you’ve caught me with some good body shots. Not shocked that my jab misses, then your uppercut and my hook land simultaneously. I grunt, feeling my core weakening—I’d love to wade in and try to just WRECK you while you’re near the ring wall, but need a moment to catch my wind—that one got me solid. My torso’s starting to show the effects of your blows—not to mention the amount of blood on it from your bloody fists. A couple of quick breaths, and I slide forward—a fast jab—a second jab…aimed at your nose and right eye, trying t press you back yt
23:52 Karina_Fighter: That left hook catches me between the eyes, and well…it really cleaned my clock….and again I find myself on the hay bales for the second time in this fight, and this strong woman coming after me…..keeping her centre of gravity low and at the same time getting in some nasty head shots whenever she chooses to strike up. I realise this dynamic is not working for me and I have to change strategies in mid fight….something you only do if you are losing. mtc
23:53 Karina_Fighter: You hesitate and then come forward…..again head hunting with two jabs, the first one going towards my nose, and I keep my guard high, parrying it with my right for arm and trying to chase it back with a right straight at your nose, but you send out a second jab at my right eye, and it SMACKS into it good, and I can feel it starting to swell…..less face it….I’ve now got two blackened eyes……my head snaps back……but I want off this wall so I lower my guard quickly to send a jab at your belly, not expecting it to do much against those solid abs, and then a right uppercut at the same sight, this one I twist my hips to try to make it a power punch. yt
00:06 Selene_boxer: Feels good layng more pain on you…so far, anyone’s fight—not working too much about the jab, then grunting in pain as your right PLOWS into my hard body, bending some undrr the force…but you’re CLOSE to me—even before I straighten up completely, I’m trying to wrap my left arm around your head, pulling us body to body, the sack of flesh and wet cloth colliding loud even in the raucous arena. If I get us locked up, pull my right back and drive it at your side, righ where I landed my first punch, once…twice… yt
00:27 Karina_Fighter: I feel my right uppercut punch into your belly button, again finding a wall of solid muscle. This is a mugs game, I think, trying to break down those abs…….you’ve been doing too many sit ups since our last bare knuckle boxing match. Your left shoots up over my right, swing your arm around the back of my neck and pulling me in closer to you, showing off your grappling expertise…..the crowd loving this move. Before I can react, You land a shovel hook punch with your right fist into my already battered ribs, and arrgggg……FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!……I let out a grunt of pain……mtc
14:29 Karina_Fighter: And I feel you draw back your right and I know yet ANOTHER awful punch is going to slam into my ribs in a moment…..but I try to wrap my right arm around your middle, as you hold me around the neck with your left arm, and I try to lock my left hand around my right wrist, and attempt to lift you a couple of inches off the floor, so I can try to swing you around 180 and try to slam your back into the hay bales, if I can do this, I’ll release and then draw back my right arm and try to send a fist into your gut as we we grapple for better positions, our bodies smeared with each others sweat, blood and saliva……
14:57 Selene_boxer: I’m not a great grappler, but some things WORK, and the feel of your ribs under my fist—just....wow! I know what punches like that feel like, and there's nothing like landing a good punch/ Even better when I can see the welts I'm raising...if I can keep you here, I might have you on the ground in moments, perhaps to stay. mtc
15:02 Selene_boxer: You lock your hands…I have a split second to realize something’s wrong, and try to grab your left hand with my right when your wiry muscles tighten, and you LIFT me clean off the ground. “WTF!” I wonder as we spin around--this isn't what i expeced! The harsh hay digging into my back is a shocker, too,. I'm still off balance mentally when your right slams into my gut, bringing a pained "OOMPH!" as you try to rearange my guts with your fist. My eyes bulge for a moment, my knees weaken as I slide down to the ground, trying to get my breath as the crowd goes nuts--first knockdown is a major betting event, and with it, a bonus for you at my expense yt
15:06 Karina_Fighter: I stand over you for a second, my eye now begining to swell and discolored, the other eye discolored, blood on my face, my ribs bruised where you punched me.....NOT once, but twice in the same spot........I keep my fists raised.......thinking you will spring back up at me......but suddenly the ref pushes me roughly away......and he starts a slow count....leaving about 3 seconds between each count........perhaps a Russian innovation...........ONE..........TWO.............yt
15:14 Selene_boxer: Wondering how this happened--I HURT, and you've done quite a bit to my body over the short fight--I look up at you and like what I see--you looked great before the punches started, and now...but I'm sure I look just as good. Bracing myself to get up--listening to the count--grateful that the ref is counting slowly, as I need the respite. Resisting the urge to gulp deep breaths, I take careful, controlled breaths--looking up at you as I get my focus back--give you a big smile as I get to my feet at "9" and drop into my low, solid stance...waving you in...and ths smile vanishes, replaced pure focus, letting the world see my determination yt
15:20 Karina_Fighter: Although I’ve boxed you pretty much evenly, it’s clear that you keep getting in close in spite of my best efforts to keep you at bay, knowing this and stopping this is, of course, two different things. But sending you to the ground gave me a big boost, and a nice adrenalin rush. I watch you get to your feet, not at all surprised, as my uppercut to those muscled abs would not be something to put you on the ground for good. The ref signals for the fight to commence…..and this time I come at you fast, trying a quick jab at your solar plexus, hoping you will lower your guard, and then I press forward another step to try a right hook at your jaw, and then I drop my left, attempting another uppercut ay your belly button……..yt
15:36 Selene_boxer: Almost 30 secnds was plenty of time to get myself mentlly back on balance--the physical will take longer; I'm a mess...both of us slick with blood, my nose and body, your eyes and side. I was half expecting you to move in fast--no need to lower my guard, just a sligh twist of my waist and your jab cattches my forearm...even my arms are showing bruises from the torrid pace. The hook slips around my lef arm, those long arms letting you get it in; it contorts my face, sending blood and sweat flying...OOOOMPHHHH your uppercut crashes into my gut--my core is taking a beating, covered in bruises and welts from the energy sapping blows. mtc
15:41 Selene_boxer: All of a sudden, I feel like I'm loosing the fight, your fists are everywhere. Bent some from that last uppercut, trying to catch my breath, I plant my feet--totally flat footed in fromt of you. I snap out a right sraight--reall power punch--trying to throw it across your body and plant it just under the shamrock on your right side--escalating, but perhaps good for some shock--hoping that it might have brough your guard down. Pivitiong sharply, bicep rippling as i grunt with effort, bringing a left hook at your swollen right eye yt
15:42 Selene_boxer: visibly tired--punches lacking the POW of of such a short time ago
15:50 Karina_Fighter: I’m stoked, wanting to take you down fast, take advantage of the knockdown while you are at your weakest point…..of course, apart from the shot of adrenalin, I’m not in much better shape either. Clearly the crowd are loving the fast pace of this fight, the damage that has been inflicted in such a short time span. My jab punches into your forearm, but I snake my hook around your guard, slapping it into your jaw, and then my left crashes into your gut, bending you forward, and I think this it, I lower my right, going to send an uppercut into your chin…..when your right fist shoots across and smashes into my right cup, flattening my tit…..uggggg……..this was a power punch with your right arm giving it speed, and you twist your fist going in…mtc
15:50 Karina_Fighter: It is enough to bring both hands down as the pain radiates from my breast……and then a left hook shoots out to connect with the side of my left eye…..while not as powerful as your right straight, it connects with an eye that is already sore……and it knocks me off my feet and onto the ground…..landing on my right side, for the second knockdown of the fight….yt
15:59 Selene_boxer: Feeling your breast crunch undr my fist--so different from the hard muscle and bone that's left my fists almost as sore as the rest of me--seeing the pain on your face, your hands dropping--my turn for the jolt of adrennalin as I send you to the ground, stepping back to allow for the slow counts that these guys (and I) like so much...I know you'll be getting up, and hope that you're as close to finshed as I am...1...2...
15:59 Selene_boxer: yt
16:01 Karina_Fighter: I hear the count starting, and press myself up to a sitting position, wanting to take as much time as allowed in order to try to gather my wits about me…….they seemed to have flown out the window ayt this moment…..but Irish stubbornness requires me to get back up to my feet. On the count of 8, I push myself up, still determined to stay in this fight. The ref does not bother to check me over at all, as this fight only ends when a fighter does not get up. I raise my fists to face you, forming what might pass for a an orthodox stance, as the ref shouts “FIGHT!”…..yt
16:19 Selene_boxer: Taking the time to catch my breath, and assess how much I've got left, how much punishment I can take--and not liking the answer, though I'm hopiong that you're worse off. As you get up, I edge forward, dropping into a low, flat-footed SOUTHPAW stance...no finesse, none of the graceful head movements--just two tough women trying to knock each other silly (or sillier, even) and Is I move closer, push out a right jab--left cross combo, looking to tog your nose with the right and chin with the left yt
16:28 Karina_Fighter: I’m now in a different world….a world of pain and disorientation. The bright lights overhead now feel like they are draining me, heating my body more that what it needs to be heated, as I sweat heavily. You come at me, and you now switch to south paw…..at least my brain registers this. The right pops into my nose, going between my loosely held guard, my reflexes are not what they were, (and maybe the Southpaw confused me) and again a dribble of blood starts again, my head snaps back, but that spares me the left cross on my chin, as that falls short. As my head comes back to centre, I snap out a right straight at your solar plexus, hopping to get in in before your left comes back into guard, and then rather than bringing my right back in, I let it drop, and try to send out another uppercut at that really delicious belly button, but this time just below it and above your waist band…..trying to keep it legal…..yt
16:41 Selene_boxer: Both hurt bad, the world limited to pain and you in front of me...those hard bloody fists, and the source of it in front of me--hard body, pure awesomeness--the hay only a limit on movement, blood everywhere...twisting just enough that the right sinks in enough to HURT, but not quite fight-ending punch--then OOOOMPHHH!!! your uppercut RIPS into my ravaged gut, sinking deep into my demolished coreblasting the breath oout of my lungs, my eyes bulging--feeling my legs weakening, I try to get my arms over your shoulder...can't support myself, and I know that, if I go down from that, I won't be able to get up. yt
16:47 Karina_Fighter: This has now devolved into a real slug fest, just brutal trading of punches. I gambled on a couple of body shots, not knowing whether they would pay off, but your fists were high, and there really was no real alternatives that I could see. It was really risky, given that my face can’t take any more damage……but in this instance it paid off……my uppercut landed really well, and suddenly I’m supporting your weight as your arms come over my shoulders…not fair….i can barely support myself….but this presents another opportunity, with your arms high, holding onto my shoulders……I draw back my right, and try to land a shovel hook punch into your navel again, hoping to weaken your core further…..as my own knees begin to buckle from your weight…..yt
16:53 Selene_boxer: The cheering's getting louder as the fight gets more intense--people leaning over the hay for a better look, but I'm only aware of the pain, bloody bodies slipping against each other as I try not to fall---groaning as your hard knuckles sink deep into my unresisting core...still holding on--staggering back some, possibly bringing you with me as I stumble back into the hay---with the hay keeping me from falling, paw weakly at your side with my right fist yt
16:57 Karina_Fighter: I stagger forward as you stagger backwards in into the hay bales, feeling like a drunk now……I feel a couple of weak paws with your fists on my sides……and I go for it…….I ignore possible threats to my head, keeping my fists low…..with you backed into the hay…..I tuck in my chin, press my head down onto your boobs, and then try to send out a right and left uppercut just under your belly button, and then draw back my right again……..yt
16:59 Karina_Fighter: trying my best to work over your lower belly....keeping it legal....but trying to land punches where I think it will rock you......yt
17:05 Selene_boxer: Gasping for breath, trapped...I know I'm screwed, your head between my sweat and blood covered boobs...trying to tense my abs in anticipation, but nothing left...each punch feeling like it's lifting me off the ground. demolishing what's left of my abs--more black and blue than unmarked skin...gasping, too hurt to even paw at your side, holding on wih my left, too stubborn to just accept defeat yt
17:07 Selene_boxer: crowd LOVING the action--but also knowing that the fight's near over
17:08 Karina_Fighter: The crowd is roaring…..going nuts, but I’m beyond hearing any of this…..trying to work over your belly and keep you pinned to the hay bales…..I’m not protecting my head now…..taking a big gamble…..as I keep my legs spread apart to keep my balance and try to leverage you into remaining in the hay. I don’t have too much more left…..another right and left…..each punch beginning to weaken as I try pummel you into the hay………yt
17:12 Selene_boxer: Each punch brings out another gasp of raw pain as i struggle to stay on my feet--beaten, but determined not to admit it, my battered face showing the pain as each punch lands, driven into the hay--your face at no risk as I can brarely stand, let alone punch--left hand still on your shoulder, limp, my right at my side yt
17:16 Karina_Fighter: My exhuasted and battered body now goes into autopilot....knowing you won't give up.......I slap away your left hand with my right, and barely able to move myself now, I take a short step back, and try to send a left uppercut towards your chin, and a right hook at your jaw..........yt
17:23 Selene_boxer: As you slap my hand away, I know what's coming--struggling not to fall as you step back...sheer pride--still, I'm dooubled over from the pain. I look you in the eye and give you a warm smile--then POW! POW! the left slams my head back, almost hitting an idiot leaning over the hay for a better look, and decorating him with plenty of hot blood. The hook's really not even necessary, as you contort my face, sending blood and spittle flying before I collapse on my side, on every legal target area visible coverd with welts and bruises mtc
17:26 Selene_boxer: eyes shut, the audeince as raucoous as ever heard--a viciously shoirt fightm but noithing to complain about,,,yt
17:28 Karina_Fighter: I drop my fists to my side, breathing hard, and back away, using the hale bales to prop myself up. I know I won this fight, but feel and look more like I lost it……I know I have to stay standing, at least for thirty seconds…..as the ref counts….1….2…3…4…5….6…7..8…a formality………We had said dinner and drinks after the fight…..but I think we can go directly for drinks…..lots of drinks…….as soon as I wake my red headed competitor...………yt
17:32 Selene_boxer: I'm still on the ground when the count reaches 10, slowly regaining my senses...smile through the pain and moan...great fight--was fun!" yt or end?
17:35 Karina_Fighter: I go over to you......smiling through my bruised lips.......and offer a hand you a hand up....."You're buying the first round, if we can find a bar that will serve two bitches that look like us"........giggles
17:35 Karina_Fighter: end

Published: 2021-12-23, viewed 76 times.