Female Boxing Federation

· 14:24 Selene boxer Jenny and I met not long ago, talking about our common obsession: boxing. Close to the same size, and both confident in the extreme, we'd been speculating about who would be the last woman standing. Sure, we could settle it in a regular bout, but after finding out that we both like a fight to end with an opponent getting worked good, that wasn't going to work out--we needed a better place to slug it out. The old Anderson place is run down, but the barn has a respectable ring that is reasonably well kept up--a place for the unofficial fights--sometimes underground fights with spectators, sometimes a couple of friends getting together for some good clean fun There's hay on the floor, an old three rope ring, and the wide open door is letting the cool breeze in. Sometimes spectators look down from the hay loft, bu today, it's just the two of us

14:32 Karina Fighter I slip quietly in the barn door and make my way up to the loft......this is a fight i've got to see......I've never seen either of these two fight, unless they were slamming their fists into my face and body....which is a limited vantage point....this should be good.....hehe.
· 14:44 Jenny Prise As much as I really have enjoyed knowing Selene since meeting her, one thing has just stuck in my mind that just irks me. She thinks she could beat me in a boxing match… ME…. In a BOXING match. Does she have any idea who she’s messing with? And when we talked about a fight and how we like fights to end, I thought the banter would end there. But, nope, she had a way around the limits of a ref…. Anderson’s…. that old farmhouse in the sticks with the ring where many non-sanctioned underground fights happened. I didn’t even hesitate…. “DO IT” I said. So, a few days later, I get the call. All I hear when I say hello is, “IT’S DONE! Meet me at The Anderson Farmhouse 7pm Wednesday” and then silence. I ….. get a wide grin on my face. Oh yeah, it ‘s on!
· · 14:52 Selene boxer A little nervous as I head out to the old place; there shouldn't be anyone but us--no youtube, no raucous spectators or bets--the place is booked for private fun. Pulling my car behind the barn, where it won't be seen from the street, I step into the barn...no one else there, and Jenny knows to close the gate behind us--a sign that the place is in use. Grabbing my gear, I step into the barn, flicking on the lights to supplement the sun coming in the door, casting long shadows on the hay. The rich scent of the fresh hay on the floor, blended with the faint scent of old fights, assails my nostrils--though soon enough, it'll be overwhelmed by the rich scent of sweat and blood. mtc
· 4:55 Selene boxer I step into one of the changing rooms and peel off my jeans, replacing them with an older pair of boxing trunks, one with a few bloodstains, and a crisp white sports bra. Classic black Adidas boxing shoes complete my preparations Carefully wrapping my hands, I grab my gloves with one hand, and a first aid kit with the other--one of us will need it--more likely both.
· 14:56 Selene boxer Stepping out to the ring, I spring up onto the apron, looking at the canvas, stained with blood and sweat, and start loosening up
· 15:32 Jenny Prise I pull up in my pickup and get out to open the gate, I drive through and stop and get out to close the gate (They need an automatic gate, this is too much work). My snarky thoughts about the gate get replaced with the realization that I am here. Finally going to get that chance to end the debate once and for all. And sure enough it smells like a barn.
· 15:32 Jenny Prise I see the ‘ring’ and the lights and have to laugh a bit, but it gives me an understanding of what we are working with. I see the changing rooms, AND I see one is occupied… you’re here. I go to another one and say nothing. I take my torn levi’s off and put on my white satin Everlast boxing trunks, white nike sports bra, and shoes. Then I start my prefight prep; hand wrap, shadowboxing, and then clear my head. I grab my vintage brown leather Everlast 8 ounce lace up boxing gloves. I hear rustling out by the ring. I open my changing room door and then I see …. YOU.
· · · 15:44 Selene boxer Getting loose--prefight butterflies...always there...my shoes squeaking on the worn canvas as I pop some jabs into the air, head moving...hearing the door creak open, I turn and see you...you looked formidable when we were just talking about a fight---now--you look GREAT--a bit taller than me, nicely toned--a natural matchup if there ever was one. Both of us in all white top and trunks, mine with a black stripe, and my top has the Adidas logo...waiting for you to enter the ring, a determined look on my face, my bright eyes showing how much I want to test you--funny how friends can decide to wreck each other, and stay friends
· 18:08 Jenny Prise I stare right at you when I see you warming up in the ring. When you stop and look at me, you seem a bit taken aback. Wait until we actually box! I walk slowly up to the ring ‘apron’ and I put my gloves down next to my water bottle and my mouthpiece. I am relaxed and don’t feel any pressure at all. I honestly am as calm as can be. So, as I quietly place my things on the canvas, I nonchalantly quip, “you know, when I’m done kicking your ass all over this ring and you’re flat on your back on the canvas, you still gonna wanna do dinner at Aliota’s on New Years Eve?” I giggle as I am simply not afraid of what we’re about to do. I have one goal, knocking you out cold. And I don’t care how long it takes, it’ll happen.
· 18:08 Jenny Prise I slowly step into the ring and clip on my gloves and tighten the laces with my teeth. “Ya know, I’ve had these gloves for years. Never lost with em.” And I just continue getting ready. When both gloves are on, I smack them together and they make a huge echo sound. I then just loosen my shoulders and roll my neck, and lean into the ropes. “You ready?” and I giggle again and put in my mouthguard and get my gloves up, wink at you and smile.
· · 20:48 Selene boxer The butterflies always flap before a fight, but the bell silences them. I do watch as you slip into the ring--graceful, so you'll be just as graceful and agile when you're trying to punch my face in--something to be ready for. I smile and say, "Whoever wins, dinner sounds good," I'm no more afraid than you--just a bit of prefight nerves that focus me--pain doesn't bother me, but embarrassing myself does. Same goal for me--knocking you out cold, no matter how long, or how many punches I have to take to do it. mtc
· 20:50 Selene boxer I slide my gloves on, pulling them tight..."Never lost with 'em? Always a first time," I say, as I shove my mothpiece in, and slam my black Everlasts together. I get my gloves up, smile, stifling a matching giggle as i say, "Ready to get knocked around?"
· 15:46 Karina Fighter I peek over the hay in the loft, as both fighters are now nearly ready to start trading some serious punches…..and I’m staying quiet up here….as this is meant to be a private fight…..fortunately it is impossible for them to hear my thoughts……
· 10:06 Jenny Prise "Ha, by you? the only thing that's gonna get knocked around is your head and body, and I'm the delivery method!" I Get my gloves up and smack em together, walk to center ring and stretch out my gloves, regardless of why we're here, I'm letting you know it's boxing hoping you agree and will tap
· · 10:09 Selene boxer I grin at your confidence--I like it...smack my gloves together, relishing the light weight--going o give us speed and dish out pain/ "Delivery? I think I'll return to sender," I say--the butterflies still now as I stretch out my gloves to top, then step back, gloves up,,,conventional orthodox stance, elboes in tight, keeoing my head moving, "Gonna be fun," I say
· 0:20 Jenny Prise We tap and I get in MY standard orthodox stance, on my toes, rolling my shoulders, loosening my neck.... then I get all sarcastic and I make the bell motion with my left hand.... "DING!" and it's on. I move from my corner and dance to center ring and look go take it right away. Moving my head and shoulders side-to-side, gloved hands shifting and moving as well, I look to see how you move, taking a mental inventory of everything I see
· · 10:24 Selene boxer Also moving towards ring center--you're there just before me...moving lightly on my toes...good and solid--you're looking smooth--possibly a bit more graceful than I am, eyes bright as I look for an opening--edging slightly to my right
· 10:36 Jenny Prise Seeing you move and realize by that look in your eye, it's gonna be a tough one. I smile and wink at you and then my face goes stoic and serious. I step left and then left again. Being non-conventional, I don't look to send the standard fare at you. But I 'm betting you are expecting it. I feing as of I am going to swat the left jab to get you moving but send a lightning fast rigth uppercut looking to pop that chin right away and combo it with an equally quick left and right hook and cross at that jawline letting you know this is NOT going to be some sloth-paced fight.
· · 10:45 Selene boxer As you step left, I step right, staying in front of you, not letting you set up a circle--ready for anything, I think, and POW...you show your speed, your uppercut slipping between my gloves and landing with a CRACK, slamming my head back---an unpleasant surprise to start the fight, then cracking that hook into my chin. I was NOT expecting ou to get right in close right away. The right slams into my raised left glove, I lean slightly to my left, RIPPING a left hook at your ribs, trying to get it undr your right—then double it up, a second left hook at the side of you head, trying for your eye
· 10:57 Jenny Prise Oh yes and it is ON!!!! Wow, seeing your chin go up and you already taking a peek at the old school fluorescent lamps over the old ring. The feeling as my left crashes into your jawline, but how your got that left up in time. But, that same left takes too long to recoil and come at my ribs, I just twist my body left and your left hits all elbow and forearm. You recoil it again and send it at my head, and I say in my head, "are you kiddin' me? and I stuff it by just bringing up my right up a few inches. In so close alrady and now inside your left gloved guard, I look to crash my right into your jawline and then pepper your face.... left rigth left right... with quick left and right jabs wanting to work you smacking that face back fast
· · 11:06 Selene boxer Not only are you hitting hard, you’re FAST! Surprised as you block both punches, and the smack of worn leather on fair skin echoes through the deserted loft as you slam my head back…blocking a couple of the fast, peppering punches, others getting in, none of them especially hard, but a lot of them. You’re inside, and the hurricane of leather has me mentally off balance—never been hit this fast and hard, this early. I take a fast step back and to my right, popping at your face with a pair of stiff, stinging jabs—looking to get out of reach for an instant
· 11:18 Jenny Prise Wanting to overwhelm you with an unsuspected barrage of blows early, I could have asked for little more success as it is clear you are confused already defensively. Hoping to drive yo to the ropes already with the jab flurry, you suddenly aren't in front of me... "What the....."... WHAP WHAP GUH GUH!!!! my head snaps back as your stinging pair of friends introduce themselves to my chin and left cheekbone. I step back and get my gloves up and stalk you. I get within my range and I look to go offense, feigning an over hand right this time look to come with the LEFT uppercut and hammer that chin again. I don't plan on letting up. I am going to come at you and come at you until you can prove you can stop me
· · 11:25 Karina Fighter I settle into a more comfortable position as I watch this fight with fascination….and with an ulterior motive called opposition research….this is not what I expected, super aggressive.....someone will get KO’d fast or someone will get worn out fast…….but which one?
· · 11:29 Selene boxer Your aggression has had me mentally off balance as you almost use me for a self-propelled punching bag; it feels GOOD to be stinging you, even with jabs. I need to do some good hurt fast, raising my left glove to catch the overhand—that doesn’t come. You’re one sneaky lady. As you slip in, I see the uppercut coming, but barely, slipping so your uppercut cracks into my cheek, which is already bright red from so many punches. My eyes flash, and I snap a fast left—into your left glove to move it out of the way to expose your face—then snap a hard right, trying to spread your nose across your face
· 11:47 Jenny Prise Damn! The uppercut catches cheek not chin, rubbing it adding to the raw, burning sensation I am sure you already feel. You smack a left and I stuff it easily as we move slightly left and I look to counter with a righ....... WHACK!!!! GGGGUUUH!!! my head goes directly back as you right crashes into my cheekbone just short of full blown hulksmash nose territory. But the shot does it's damage as there is redness under my left eye. I step back and shake my head and move immediately as I don't want to be a standing target. The pace of this fight is absolutely chaotic, and I don't want to be the one caught on the wrong end of a leather clad fist. I step and move and shuffle getting on my feet, daring you to come and chase me (also so can make sure I have all my faculties. "cmon girl.... " as I talk through gummed lips and wave you in daring you to chase me...".. bring it!"
· · 11:57 Selene boxer Finally HITTING this tough girl; she’s beating me like a drum, my face feeling, and looking, like I’ve got a sunburn from hell, and that last uppercut just made it worse, but at least didn't rattle me as bad. As you move, I try o stay in front of you, finally have you moving back. I come at you, keeping my head moving—perhaps not as gracefully as you, but not easy to hit. I move close, fists flying in a fast barrage of black leather at your face—as much to keep you busy as to hurt…then try to rip a right hook into you side, below your sports bra, just above the beltline, looking to keep you backing up
· 2:34 Jenny Prise And you do..... Bring it.... you come barreling at me throwing an uncountable amount of black leather upstairs. That's a lot of leather to be throwing, with little result other than maybe punching yourself tired. Then WHAP WHACK two shots, a left and right crack through and swat my head back GUUHH NNNNGGG! my face smacked once under that eye on that cheek that is reddening and the right smacks my nose and my eyes tear a bit. That's all you need.... WHUMP!!! OOOOLLFF!!!! Your right implodes into my trunkline and catches me unprepared and I lurch slightly left. My left arm and shoulder dip slightly too. I use my rights glove to wipe the saltwater from my eyes while trying to step back
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· · 08:25 Selene boxer I HAD to slow you down--and the barrage of punches paid off; I finally have you backing up. I've been loosing the fight so far, getting my face beat like a drum--just like you said, punches coming from all angles. You're better at this, it seems--sneakier....so time for raw power and punching, As you step back, I step forwards, moving to my right to stay in front of you. As you trying to get the saltwater out of your eyes, I drop low, hoping to get a left hook under your right, aiming for just above the beltline
· 08:46 Jenny Prise OOOOLFFF!!!!! you simply hammer my unprepared, unflexed abs and I swallow your left right into my belly. I lurch right and see your left low and I fight through the stinging on my right side, step at you and shoot a right hook at your open jawline, then step again at you and look to punish your belly at the trunkline with a left and right uppercut, trying to get the momentum back in this match
· · 9:51 Selene boxer eyes sparkling as I slam my well worn gloves into your body, finally starting to even the score, leaning into the punch to dig deep as your hook smashes into my exposed jawline, right on the sweet spot. Red hair flies every which way...I can see your bicep rippling, knowing that this is going to hurt as your left uppercut slams into my sweaty, tensed abs--the right just behind it...feeling my core weaken…stepping back and to my right, pumping my jab at your face...more to keep you back than hurt
· 09:51 Selene boxer my face bright red from the drumbeat of punches, and now, by belly starting to match
· 12:59 Jenny Prise OH the feeling of my gloved handiwork doing their job..... that sight of your fire-red hair flailing in the air accompanying your distorted face from the impact of my glove hammering it. Then, your body rocked as my gloves look to soften your abs up wanting to turn them to jelly. Then, you step back and swat a jab at my face. "Get that weak crap outta here!" I hiss through my gummed lips as I parry that right swatting it down and send a left jab, straight right at your face. Then send a vicious flurry to try to send you to the ropes.... with that right swatted down... I snap two more left jabs looking for that cheek and eye.... jab jab.... then look to hammer that core of yours sending a heavy right and left hook looking to hammer your body at your trunkline
· · 14:32 Karina Fighter Watching up in the loft…..omg……Jenny is like a demon……is she going to get a KO…..or will she wear herself out…….she is possessed…….that’s for sure…..
· 14:54 Selene boxer My jab being easily slapped aside leaves me vulnerable--got to make you respect my punches more...slipping to avoid the left-right at my bright red face--turtling up as you try for my face...then a deep, pained grunts as you smash your fists into my abs...you're wearing them down, but not yet. Getting desperate as I feel he ropes at my back, I drop low, bending at the knees. I'm losing the fight, and know it...time to do something! As your left smashes into my side, I load up on a right hook over your left, ring lights shining off my sweaty arm as I try to plant my glove right in your eye…stepping close, following with a brutal left hook, trying to knock your head into the next town
· 14:54 Selene boxer breathing hard, the torrid pace wearing on me--and I hope, you tr
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· 13:48 Jenny Prise Just picking you apart, and raising those “unhide-able” welts and bruises on your body, and seeing your eye swell. I load up to throw an overhand right, I don’t see YOUR right …. WHACK!!! SPLAT!!!!! The weight of the blow and the precision of the blow opens a nasty cut under my left eye, and I know it’s my blood as your glove recoils, I see a small stain, and …. My flippin left eye and cheek hurt! My head flies left and as it recoils….. GGGNNNHHH!!!!! My right jawline is crushed distorting my face sending sweat and spit everywhere. I stagger left right foot over left and suddenly hit the nylon chord, shaking my head as that was a club I just got hit with. I look to readjustment myself and face you and send out a defensive swatting left hook at where I think you’ll be to keep you honest.

· · · Selene

FINALLY! Rattled, being pushed back by your speed and painful punches, those brown gloves everywhere—just getting my right over your left, and it feels GOOD actually hitting you clean, and just the way my glove almost slides across my face—that tells me right there that I did some real good. Eyes bright as your head recoils right into the way of my left hook—WOW! Love that look on your face. I can see the cut—pivot to face you—trying to stay right in front of you. Now it’s my turn to bad a less than authoritative punch aside, catching the left with my right—looking right at you as I try to SLAM a chopping overhand right at your face—left eye or nose, equally good, muscles rippling as I try for some real power in it, following with a short left hook, trying for your jawline, looking to really even tings up after the drubbing you’ve been giving me since the first punch flew—right into my chin.

· · · 17:44 Jenny Prise I swat my left as I stumble and look to move away and try to reset, but you’re right there. “Damn”, I say in my head as my face feels like it’s burning. And with the fight being nonstop, it’s not like I am going to be able to clean things up and rest and reset. You simply swat MY left away and send that right. I am still moving away, the right just swats at my cheek….. GGUUUH!!!! A bit of blood and a lot of sweat fly, and my left eye now has a greater sting and blur to it (great, if I can’t see soon, this is going to be a bad night for me). Luckily the momentum created by the right and my GOOD eye sees the left coming and I try to duck, and your left scrapes over my head. I bounce into and recoil off the ropes and As I do, I look to catch you off guard as I load my right hand up looking to pound an overhand right into the left side of your face with that left extended…. UUUUSSSHHH!!!
· ◇ Jenny Prise: Your turn

· · 17:51 Karina Fighter Wow….both of them are going to look pretty smashed up, by the time this fight ends….I don’t think either are going to go down easy….I think…..as I keep a low profile in the loft….
◇ Karina Fighter: Your turn

SELENE

You’re staggering under my punches, and more important, I REALLY want that eye shut. If you can’t see my right coming, I can hit you with it at will—and I have a lot of will! Blood, too, though it won’t flow into your eye—lucky you; if it had been over the eye, it would be making it even harder for you to see. Landing the barrage of blows invigorates me, my bruised face showing a new flush of confidence as black leather caresses your face.

I have just a split second to realize what’s happening as you use the taut ropes to your advantage, giving your overhand extra power. I try to get my left back, but too slow; I’m moving slower, too, after the pounding I’ve taken, and PAIN fills my left eye as your right slams into me. It’s my turn to have my head slammed back, my long red hair flying every which way as sweat surrounds my head, knowing that I’m going to have an impressive shiner at best, possibly more.

I stagger back almost to ring center and catch myself, getting my gloves up, taking a half step to my right, trying to look like I’m in better shape than I am. “Nice one—bring it,” I breathe, ready for you to resume the mayhem, set and ready for more despite the bruises and pain; thinking that it’s close to an even fight again.

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· 07:33 Jenny Prise When that right hits you and you actually want more, I get a smile on my face. "Oh I'm bringing it." And i shake my head, get reset , and start to move. the cut under my eye doesn't bother me at the moment. it feels a bit numb, but that doesn't matter. All I'm thinking about is inflicting punishment on you in the ring. I move at you with my head and shoulders moving side to side, Moving slower but seeing how you follow me. Then I get right in front of you , snap two quick left jabs at your face looking to pop that left eye and cheek that's swelling and bruised, then combo a right hook looking to crack that left jawline as know you're hurting , and a left uppercut wanting to pound your body

Selene boxer

OWWWWW For an instant, I was on the attack, and then you’re coming back with more stinging, precise punches. Getting hit’s part of it, but I’m getting hit a LOT. Still, I at least manage to slip the first jab, the second one cracking my cheek—it’s red and sore from the constant attention, swelling then POW! My left glove is up, but the solid right put me of balance, the jabs keep me there. Your right lands with a solid smack; you can feel the shock run up your arm that tells you that you got me good as your glove flattens against my abused jaw.

Sweat FLIES, though we’re both so sweaty it doesn’t really show. My face is badly contorted as your fist follows through…my hands starting to drop as your uppercut lands on the bare flesh between my sports bra and beltline…eyes pop out as I double over with a WOOSH of air, then drop to all fours, looking up at you, wondering what happened yt

· · 10:37 Jenny Prise "THAT'S RIGHT!! Stay down!" I spew as I see you on the canvas, pointing my left glove at you as I start to count, taking deep breaths.....1.....2......3......

Selene boxer

On my hands and knees, looking up at you, feeling my eye swelling, wondering if my jaw’s still attached…the bruises on my belly reflecting the drumbeat of leather on my body, but you’re breathing hard, too, and the blood dripping from your left eye brings some hope—I am still losing, but far from finished. As you count, I look up, hoping to get a sign of how roughed up you really feel—too far from the ropes to use them to help me up, but shifting, getting to one knee as I try to get enough balance to come back up as the count rises, 4…5…6…the look I give you saying, “This isn't over...”

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· · 11:50 Jenny Prise I see you rise at 6 and you’re a mess. But then I’m reminded so am I as I see a drop of blood hit the floor. I hear a slight rustling up in the loft for a moment, but I don’t let it bother me. My only focus is you. My face feeling hot, the only break I got was you being down, giving me some of my wind and energy back. But when you grit your teeth and spew those three words, I look at you ….. and SMILE. “You want some? Come and get some. I’m right here.” And I bite down hard on my mouthguard and put my gloves up and I DON’T MOVE. “Cmon” a quip, as I wave my left glove as to say, come and get me. All the time, leaving that smile on my face just daring you to come close
· ◇ Jenny Prise: Your turn

Selene boxer

I smile back at you—a genuine smile as our eyes meet—each of us with one good eye, and one half closed. I’m more roughed up, but you’ve got that bit of blood staining your face, your Nike sports bra. I look hesitant for an instant, trying to hide the fire in my good eye, then move towards you quickly, aggressively—snapping a stiff jab at your face as I come in, not worried if it hits—head moving best I can, expecting to take those brown gloves, now covered with sweat, in my face as the price to pay, then rip a right hook at your jawline, really loading up, hoping you can’t see I well enough to block, the knowledge that I’m losing focusing my determination to HURT you, even things up.
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· · 14:42 Jenny Prise Your smile back at me lets me know all I need to. And I get pumped, as my adrenaline kicks in when I hear the response. I am going to punish you and I don’t care the cost. We trade, I am going to make sure YOU lose. You hide nothing when you get up. You aggressively come at me with that I slip as step AT you moving my head and shoulders right. As I do you again send that familiar 1-2 left jab right combination. My body moving with the right, your gloves slightly grazes my left cheek but the follow through leaves that gaping hole in your defense and I sweep under and twist my right and look to hook it right into your exposed body under your ribs and then look to quickly pound your body with a left hook and another right, this time an uppercut looking to completely suck the breath from you
· ◇ Jenny Prise: Your turn

Selene boxer

You move in, and you deliver a painful lesson that some things just don’t work against you the way they do against some others. As my right just grazes your cheek, I know I’m in trouble, and lots of it. The wet thud of brown leather on my sweaty obliques echoes through the empty barn, another gasp of pain following as your hook crunches into my other side. Feeling my core giving way fast, so much pain…but willpower keeping me going through the skilled, professional battering that you’re handing me, I drop low, pivoting as the uppercut comes in, snacking my firearm instead of sinking into my gut with fight-ending force.

No worries about defense—flat footed, my face a puffy red caricature of its normal sharp features, my left eye near closed—gotta take a chance, and the instant your right uppercut slams into my left arm, I snap a left uppercut at your chin, nothing held back, knowing that, if I don’t hurt you good, you’ll be knocking me out, or using me for a heavy bag, in moments. Still a hard shot, but nowhere near what I was throwing at the start.

I instantly try to follow with a right hook, swinging for the fences, my left still low, aiming for your jawline, hoping that the uppercut lifted it enough for me to hit it GOOD yt

Jenny Prise
I see it in your face, and on your body, but mostly I FEEL it when I rock that body again and again. Softened up, bruised up, swollen up, but never giving up. But, my right smacks your left arm, my head moves left and your uppercut swims right past my ear. Your follow right, almost haymaker is ducked and I immediately step inside sending a left hook at your ribs looking for that liver, then swing the right wanting to implode your core.

SELENE
Desperate to do some good hurt, and missing, my sweaty black glove smashing into your arm, then almost losing my balance from the desperate follow up punch, grimacing in pain as your brown glove smashes into my side, then GASP in pain as your right sinks deep, almost feeling like you’re punching my backbone through my belly, doubling over in pain, gloves covering the side of my head, flat footed in front of you, doubled over, momentarily paralyzed by the pain, struggling to get another breath as it feels like your glove is still deep in my gut yt

JENNY
Oh that sound of glove to body, oh that sound of the guttural reaction… so intoxicating, so satisfying. You’ve folded from the last body barrage. Working your body hard seemed to do what I wanted all along. Take your core support away, and now my gloves can play. “oh hun, are you in trouble now!” as I paint a devious smile on my bruised and bloodied face. I don’t waste any time and step right at you. Seeing your gloves covering both sides, I dip my right shoulder, twist my body left and up and send a vicious right uppercut between your elbows looking to crash it into your face and send you to the ropes or the cornerpad….. UUUUSSSHH!!!

SELENE

UGHNNNNNN trying to cover against your punishing fists, hurt good, gasping like a landed fish—I try to nod a reply—hard when you’re trying to take in air, whole body on fire. I see your right shoulder dip—the way your body twists…knowing what’s coming, and unable to protect myself, I try to at least twist my head a little so that the blow doesn’t land quite square, but it still his like a ton of bricks, My head snaps back, sweat surrounding my battered face like a demented halo, and my les give out—I drop to my knees, one glove on the canvas, right glove gripping the middle rope, gasping for air, pain all over my face…yet no resignation, instead, the determination you’ve seen before, of a fighter determined to rise, no matter the price yt

JENNY

I stand right over you where you fall on your knees. “You’d be smart to stay down, girlfriend!” and I walk to a neutral corner with a satisfied grin on my sweat and crimson painted face and count….. and noticing that rustling up in the loft again…..1…..2….3…..

SELENE

Gasping for breath, my gut still feeling like your fist is in it, looking up as the whole barn’s spinning erratically…so much pain…listening to you count, hearing you say 4…5…this just isn’t right, people counting is supposed to mean that I’m standing up and someone else isn’t…this is backwards?

I grip the middle rope tighter, getting my left leg under me first, as you say “7,” then, with a pained groan, HEAVE myself to my feet, facing you—flat footed, these little 8 ounce gloves feeling like they weigh 8 tons as I get them up, taking a step forward, away from the ropes—chest heaving as I try to suck in more air. Left eye mostly closed, flecks of blood, every inch of exposed flesh either bright red, or turning the ugly black and blue that comes after taking too many punches, but at least I see that you’re chewed up, too. My foolish pride (or redhead stubbornness, take your pick) making me gasp, “Stay down? Gonna MAKE me?” I weakly wave you forwards, as ready to fight as I can be. yt

JENNY

Actually hoping you’d stay down as I am hurting and breathing heavily too, drops of crimson hitting the ground from my face, feeling the fire on my face and body from the damage taken. But, I see your ‘wave’ and I can tell by the heaviness of the gloves you carry, the breathing you display. “Yeah, I’m gonna ‘MAKE’ you. “ and I come right at you. I step right in your fight ‘triangle’ and feign a straight left, but then send the real blow as I twist my body left and send a nasty shovel right hook/uppercut wanting to crash it into your left cheek and face and crack open that eye wound, then swing a MONSTER left and right uppercut wanting to just crush them into your chin and send you to the ropes.

SELENE

As you come at me, at least I have my gloves up---reaching out awkwardly for the left, my right glove brushing against your leather. I can hardly even see the right coming through my badly swollen eye. It lands exactly where you intended, the sharp crack echoing through the deserted barn. The pain lances through my head as your punch rattles me, splitting the skin above my eye, the swelling ever worse. Even if I could see through it—which I can’t; it’s swollen shut—I’m too dazed to do much. I try to paw at you with my right, but your uppercuts smash into my wide open chin—my head’s almost like a bobblehead doll’s as I stagger the half step back into the ropes, my left almost at head level, my right low. As I hit the ropes, I try to use them to stagger forward, looking to get my left over your shoulder and pull you into a clinch…hardly any strength, gasping—almost out on my feet yt

JENNY
My gloves explode into your jaw, face, chin and you end up on the ropes. I am on automatic as I see you in big trouble. My only goal is to completely wreck you and put you out just wanting to explode my gloves into your open head and body. I see you simply struggle to get your gloves up. When I see you use them to come forward, that’s my cue. You reach out that weak left to … what…clinch?... No No No No… that’s not gonna happen. Your left foolishly stretched out, I just unload…. I step at you and hammer a vicious right and left hook over that outstretched left and right, then…. Do it again.. Then I snap two left jabs at your head wanting to keep it up to finish you off with a HUGE left and right hook and a MONSTER left uppercut to your chin. I then go… “nighty night hunny”…. And Kiss my sweat and blood stained right glove, dip my shoulder and let loose a cruel unforgiving right uppercut looking to crash it directly into your chin….UUUUUSSSHH!!

I’m helpless in front of you, my futile attempt to clinch merely giving you an engraved invitation, your cruel desire to wreck me, pound me to a pulp clear in your face, your every move. The hooks SMASHING into my exposed chin, my head flying back and forth, spattering you with blood and sweat as your leather gloves leave such brutal marks on my already swollen face—sagging helplessly into the ropes, my hands dropping as each blow rattles me more, saps my abilty to stand. Two more hooks; I’m sagging into the ropes, starting to slide down them, my strong arms limp at my side, vicious gloves with your blood decorating them useless, my sweaty Adidas sports bra spattered with blood from us both.

Your jabs snap my head back, splitting my lip as you use the stiff punches to lift my chin slamming my head around with those vicious punches to my wide open head—eyes glassy, but not quite out cold as I see you kissing your glove, somewhere deep inside know what’s coming—not even trying to tuck my chin, too punch addled to care, and POW the right catches me perfectly, nearly lifting me clean off the canvas as you SLAM my head back. I crumple to the canvas in a heap in front of you, righ glove over the bottom rope, a tangle of arms and legs, unable to move yt

· What can only be portrayed as .... "oh yeah... she WRECKED" the crimson stains on my attire, my gloves containing a bodily fluid cocktail, all due to whom now lay in front of me a crumbled mess. I don't need to count. But I do.... why ? you deserve the respect of being given the chance to beat the count. A fight that left nothing on the table..... I start to count
· 15:10 Jenny Prise 1......
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· 15:10 Jenny Prise 5......
· · 15:14 Selene boxer Lying there, hearing the count in the distance...can't feel anything but pain. struggle weakly, as at 9, I manage to move just enough to grip the bottom rope with my right glove...here the count reach "10" and collapse, totally defeated--not just beaten or KO'd but wrecked
· 15:14 Selene boxer or end
· 15:15 Jenny Prise 6.....
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· 15:19 Jenny Prise 10...... And It's Over...... by knockout.... I suddenly fall back into a corner pad and slide down leaving a sweat streak down it as I land on my butt, completely exhausted. I see you a crumbled heap, and honestly, worry a bit. I take a deep breath.... Oh that hurts... and watch as a crimson drip hits my trunks. I suddenly feel the need to grab my towel and water bottle and come over to you.
· 5:19 Jenny Prise mtc
· 15:23 Jenny Prise Every inch of my body aches. I wipe my face with one side and i leave a streak across it. and I wince as that just REALLY hurt to do. Then i bend down and roll you off the rope, pull your head up and place it on my now folded lap. I douse the thw in water and begin to clean your face. "hey, ... you with me?"
· 15:29 Selene boxer Moaning softly, turning my head slightly...my face looking like an overdone Hollywood film, left eye an ugly mess of swollen flesh, split lip, all over bruised...wince as you start to clean my face, and smile..."Nice fight," I gasp
· 15:32 Jenny Prise "Heh, yeah, we look.... like we've been through meat grinders. What the hell was I thinking? you almost had me too. You're an amazing fighter. No one has made me look this "pretty" .
· 15:33 Jenny Prise HAHAAH
· · 15:39 Jenny Prise "Cmon, let me help ya up and get you into some semblance of presentability - hahaha - as If I should talk abou that."
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Published: 2022-02-11, viewed 113 times.