Female Boxing Federation

13:31 Patti: I watched Felicia take on a dude named Brian in a private boxing match. I was not supposed to be there, and watched it on the sly. Brian is a wrestler, or so he claims. Felicia, a boxer, really took him apart, the poor man never landed a single punch! Having watched Felicia deliver blow after blow after brutal blow, and seeing her quick reflexive actions, her fancy foot work, and just the wonderful way that she handled herself in the ring, I knew she was someone I wanted to box. She really can throw punches, putting her core behind them to increase the power. In spite of her height and weight advantage over me, I need someone that will challenge me. And besides, there are ways to neutralize a reach advantage. So like a moth attracted to a flame, I could not resist this challenge, and was so delighted when Felicia accepted. Perhaps I am suicidal, perhaps I am only supremely confident in my own boxing abilities. yt
19:19 FeliciaFighter: It's funny how you meet people in this world... and why you meet people.... But this one.... this was interesting... apparently, there was a little 'spy' who somehow sneaked into Brain and my soiree. How do I know? She TOLD me... that's how the challenge came out... no apology for the 'intrusion' *giggles... no explanation... just the challenge... I, of course, accept, as this sneak needs to get a drubbing just for that... I have not seen her fight, so I don't have a clue what to expect. But when has that EVER stopped me? Rarely saying no anyway, I am pretty pumped to get in the ring and provide her an education in the leather-fed arts.
19:19 FeliciaFighter: yt
00:17 Patti: At the appointed time and on the appointed day, I arrive at the boxing club for the match with Felicia. She is going to be a fearsome opponent, and it will be a big boost to my reputation when I take her. Some might call me a fool, some might call me cocky, but I call it confidence in your own abilities. My last fight was with a superb boxer named Lil, and I took her down, did I not? Quickly I change into a purple sports bra and some yellow shorts, white boxing boots, and some nice 8 oz red Everlast boxing gloves. A white mouth guard completes my gear, as I move out towards the ring to await my destiny. yt
00:01 FeliciaFighter: Pulling up to the club, there's an immediate rush of adrenaline.... why? because I get to get in the ring and trade blows with someone who basically called me out. The little spy is gonna have her peepers peppered and closed shut. And THEN the hurt's comin. And I know your history. I heard you braggin all that about Lilla.... PU-LEASE!! The girl was 5'3" tall and 105 pounds soaking wet in sweat. My grama could beat her. But I am NOT going to take anything for granted. I get in the locker room and go all black, trunks, boots, sports bra, and 8 ounce gloves. The black mouthpiece completing the 'ensemble', and I come out to the ring, energized, pumped, and ready.
00:01 FeliciaFighter: yt
00:07 Patti: I wait near my corner, as I wait for my opponent to come out. And she does not disappoint, all 6 ft 1 in, of her, a really, really tall woman. But pleaseeeee…..no one told me this was going to be the Goth show, in black from head to toe…..my colourful and more tasteful ensemble being so obvious. “So…I see you like black, at least your gear will match both of your eyes at the end of this fight”. I say this as I slap my red gloves together. yt
00:15 FeliciaFighter: "I see you're already workin your jaw and blabbering away. When I work it, you won't be. Gonna bust you up and love every minute of it." And I smack my gloves and get my mouthpiece in. I come from my corner already sweaty from the prefight warmup in the locker room. My eyes fixed on yours. I stand at center and look at you then stick out my gloves to tap and look at them, then you again.
00:15 FeliciaFighter: yt
00:17 Patti: I come out to ring centre, and accept the tap. I give you a thin smile as I felx and bite down on my mouth guard. I have been sparring with my male 6 ft 1 in boxing coach, to get ready for this match, whose advice has been to stay out of the Kill ZONE, i.e. Felicia KILL ZONE, the ZONE where she can land straight punches until the cows come home, and all I can do is EAT punches. So either stay further out, or move in close. Staying out keeps me safe, but moving in within my range, that’s something that I like, so she will be in my KILL ZONE. And of course, moving in nice and tight……against such a tall and lean lady, is really counter instinctual. mtc
00:19 Patti: Ready? And then I form an orthodox stance, left foot leading, left glove leading, right glove tucked near my chin, elbows tucked in. I begin to circle right, and decide to keep some distance initially. yt
00:27 FeliciaFighter: "I am, but you clearly aren't" leaving that open ended to make you think I know something... and I do... You're not in my head at all. One can train with whomever they want.... I am sure many fighters trained for Laila Ali, and where did they end up? And training with someone who does NOT have the goals I have in the ring isn't training; it's to feel good about yourself. Well the first time I hit you, you'll realize how much that 'training' helped you. I get in my standard orthodox stance with a loose right hand moving freely. I move right at center and start to stalk you. I look to see what you do , but start to close the distance fast looking to cut off the ring from you. I step at you out of your reach but with 7 inch height advantage and a clear reach advantage, what ever you had in mind, I plan on blowin it up now.... I bring the right twisting my body and look to come down main street and test that guard, then step right and snap two lighting fast left jabs at your chin
00:27 FeliciaFighter: yt
00:35 Patti: As I bob from side to side to try to make myself a more difficult target, you do exactly as I expect, you close the distance between us. I deflect that right with my left glove, and then you strike, two fast jabs, I am expecting and hoping for some straight punches, the first I deflect with my right glove, and then I weave under the second, and step into you, dropping and then swinging up my right gloved fist, hoping to uppercut your chin, and then drop my left and try to swing a shovel hook punch into your liver, hoping to show you what smaller women can do when they get up close and personal. yt
00:45 FeliciaFighter: Obviously, my 'opponent' thinks this is my first 'rodeo'. it's not. My plan to blow up your fight plan continues. I smile as you are now close, suckered into countering in close... leading with the right first and the jab second gives me vision for your counters. If I had led with the jabs first as most do and then the right, your counter obviously can be masked and screened by gloves..... but leading with the right and jabbing with the left, my right is in place when you bring that monster first shot.... I simply have to take a half step back and lean back, using my height advantage, and the right doesn't even have to move as yo bring the shovel hook.... as if I'd leave my body wide open like that... I smile as all you hit is arm and elbow. And where are you? right in my fight zone! My left already coming straight for your head, twisting my body right after your left smacks my right arm to bring more power... then with the right already tucked and I am now INSIDE your guard....
00:46 FeliciaFighter: I bring the right straight up and look to crash it into your chin and introduce you to my power right uppercut.... UUUSSHHH!!
00:46 FeliciaFighter: yt
00:56 Patti: My right swooshes through some pretty empty air, shadow boxing, a feeling no fighter likes when they do it in an actual fight. And then my left bounces off your right arm/elbow….and wow….I’m in a bad spot, as your left comes at my head, which I weave under fast, but then a right straight comes in as I am raising myself up, and it BAM, it connects with my chin, knocking my head back, and making me stubble backwards a couple of steps. I raise my guard and try to circle right, wanting a few moments to clear my head, realising you got in the first nasty punch. yt
18:23 FeliciaFighter: Seeing you get rocked, I immediately want to set the tone.... but ... with a little 'misdirection'. I come at you skipstepping right into range, using my reach and height along with the bit of savvy ....I plant and look to bring a big overhand right, BUT... mid throw, I twist and swing my torso right and instead look to throw a monster left hook looking for that sexy core of yours just under those rib.... THEN bring the right, wanting to crash it into your left jawline and seize early control of the fight
18:24 FeliciaFighter: yt
19:10 Patti: I blink my eyelids a couple more times, as you really rocked me hard with that right straight. FUCK….I need to get into you. My brain is processing many things at once, Latina’s can do this, that is why we can speak 10 times faster than anglo women, but the main thing that comes on the threat screen is you are coming at me. I know this before you take the first skipstep, because it is what any boxer will do. So an overhand right is it? I raise my left to block this, and just, I guess call it instinctive, I tighten my abs in time to aborb a powerful left hook….I grunt and think maybe more sit ups and fewer cervezas before the next fight. But I keep my left in a high guard, and parry your right, on the inside, and then take step forward with my left foot, and try to send a jab towards your right eye, and then taking a tiny half step, I bring down my right, and try to send an uppercut up to your chin as I twist my hips. mtc
19:10 Patti: Then I try to take a couple of steps back, firing a second jab towards your nose. yt
18:53 FeliciaFighter: You're a frickin mind reader or something as you just KNOW the left is coming and defend perfectly as all my left does is hit hard, and ready abs. You absorb it like I hit you with a flyswatter. What's even more aggravating is when you swat down the right as I bring it for real leaving my head horribly exposed... <guuuh>... my face gets popped and my head goes straight back.... upon recoil...<ggggnhhmmm> ... my head again goes straight back and up and I see a flash as your precision uppercut crashes into my chin. I stagger back as your second jab misses, not even close, not because of surperior reaction time, but because my dizzy ass is heading toward the ropes....I plant my left foot to stop the backward regression, blink, shake my head, and attempt to reset. Oh it's on.
18:53 FeliciaFighter: yt
21:29 Patti: I finally get in a couple of decent shots, because I got in close, shots that sent you back to the ropes. I need to keep pressing you, and want to stay in close, and maybe take advantage of the fact that the uppercut might have stunned…. So I stop my backwards retreat and skip forward on the balls of my feet, bobbing irregularly from side to side. When I get in range, I feint a jab at your nose, and then try to lower my left to pound a shovel hook at your liver, and then lowering my right, I try a straight at your solar plexus region, trying to stay loose and bouncy on my feet. yt
21:46 FeliciaFighter: As I reset and glare at you, as I would do, you pursue quickly. My gloves reset although slightly hazy-headed. My gloves are up and tight to head body. I move and weave where I am you approach. You blatantly look to dig into my liver.... mmmHmmm.... the girl is hungry... well sorry to disappoint. When you feint the left, I'm not twitchy or worried so I don't bite. and your commitment to the jab, I am sorry, not buying it. Your body english said something else. And I was right. that appetite for liver simply misses as your left swats my forearm and elbow. ... uuhh... I give a little grunt as it still is a power shot, but only brings my arm into me more.... no harm really... But had it... oh, that would have been an issue. Then you bring that right and i simply twist right, slidiing my feet, right foot back, left foot front, dip my left shoulder a little and this time your right coming for my upper body swats arm only. I immediately step at you and find myself between your
21:48 FeliciaFighter: gloves and quickly counter with a snappy quick left hook right cross at your jawline and the snap a double RIGHT jab and look to pound that face back and drive you to the ropes
21:48 FeliciaFighter: yt
21:57 Patti: My feint was a bit too obvious, and the much needed liver shot only pounds your arms, as does my attempt to nail your solar plexus, a small but ever so delicate bundles of nerves that could have sent you to the canvass. Suddenly you are between my guard, I realise this maybe a split second too late….but in time to have a terrified look on my face. A left hook comes in at my jaw, and I roll my face in the direction of the punch, trying to mitigate some of its power as I bite down on my mouth guard to keep it inside my mouth. Then BAM! A right jab into my cheek, snapping my head back and a second jab as my head recoils, sending me stumbling backwards several steps…..amazed at how I manage to keep standing as my back presses into the ropes, blinking my eyes to clear my vision, and raising my guard as I know you will come forward. yt
22:26 FeliciaFighter: Oh that was a surprisingly great result as I feel my gloves hammer you and the resulting stumble/stagger back into the ropes.... Oh, to NOT charge would be a mistake, but you are no novice and charging you also is predictable. I do come at you but not conventionally .... with you on the ropes and gloves up... I slipstep at you in front, and snap a left jab to keep your gloves up, but then quickly slide to my left, tour right and step at you more from your side and swing a big sweeping left hook coming for YOUR liver and reload it and bring it up in a shovel left hook coming for your hopefully exposed jawline
22:26 FeliciaFighter: yt
22:38 Patti: You come at me, but not straight at me, snapping out a jab at my gloves…..what a predictable move, I think, as leather slaps leather. Then you step to your left, coming at me from my right side, but I turn to face the threat at a diagonal, the left hook is deflected as I twist left, letting it pop me painfully in my forearm, but the left twist and lowing of my right forearm, lets in a hook at my jaw, twisting my head around, and I feel like maybe rearranging the position of my brain in my skull….I try to send a couple of defensive, blind right straights towards your middle section, as I begin to slide along the ropes to my left, wanting to get some space, and some time to clear my head, which feels like butterflies are floating inside it……yt
22:47 FeliciaFighter: OH that charge up my left arm as your right jawline and face get temporarily deformed is an adrenaline rush that cannot be explained. But I need to keep the pressure on but NOT be foolish. As you try to escape on and from the ropes, I don't give you the room. I continue to pursue.... knowing a hurt fighter is a dangerous fighter. You swat out those rights and that's the invite I need. I stuff the first and slip under the second and bring a huge left hook seeking out your core and then combo it with a big right uppercut looking to crash it into your chin and try to gain control of this fight
22:47 FeliciaFighter: yt
23:00 Patti: Boxing…..boxing…..boxing….so amazing how things can go so wrong, so fast. My rights, probably should not have been sent unless there was a real purpose, as one of them slaps leather, and then you slip the second, letting my right gloved fist smash into empty air with a whooshing sound. The left hook smashes into my core, and I gasp for breath, it bends me forward slightly, and I’m thinking a strike with your right is going to come next, logical……I see your right shoulder dip, and so I dip further down and to my left, so your right glove, passes to the right of my chin, and over my right shoulder, as I come back up, I try to send a left hook towards your rib cage or liver or what ever I can reach, not really able to target well at this point, and step back, but feel the ugly touch of the upper rope on my back. yt
22:01 FeliciaFighter: My left hammers home and the gasp leaving your lips gives the true 'score. But that right lets go and I know it's a mistake... getting to left right... left right patterned and I pay for it. Your left comes in ... <uuuuhhhh> ... and hammers my right obliques and I lurch to the right and have to step back. I wince as I move as the shot was a good and close to my liver. I come and continue to move right... and try to come back with a double left jab as I step at you... and look to try and pop that chin and nose... then step at you ..*grunts in a little pain*... and snaps out a straight left coming for your face center mass....
22:01 FeliciaFighter: yt
22:15 Patti: The fight is now getting a little desperate for me, but my body shot connects and gives me a few precious seconds to breath, and as you move right, I move right, and I come away from the ropes. My relief that I feel, though is short lived, as you come at me, double jab at might head, I keep my guard up, letting each jab only punch into my leather. So probably a right hook is coming and I open my guard slightly to protect the sides of my head, but this is a miscalculation as your left glove ploughs into my midsection. My mouth opens in a big O as surprise and pain sets in, pain radiating 360 from the point of impact of that gloved fist. I stumble back 4 or 5 steps, and then try to breath through the pain and reset my guard. Yt
22:21 FeliciaFighter: My left coming for your head ends up popping you in the your body due to your movement... I am surprised at both the connection and the result, but Am not going to look a gift horse in the mouth as my daddy says.... You stumble back and look.... HURT.... SHIT!.... I see you having breathing issues and I step up and snap two more left jabs at your face to either connect flush to your face or at least get your gloves up, then step at you and lookt o dig my right hook into you belly deep and combo it with a left hook coming for your body center mass twisting my torso and driving my shoulder with it... if you can't breathe, you can't defend....
22:21 FeliciaFighter: yt
22:32 Patti: I get my guard up, thinking you will likely want to go head hunting, and I’m right on that count, as two jabs come in fast at my face, popping into the gloves of my raised guard, leather smacking leather. I right hook comes in at my belly, but I take a step back, not going to have it…..but you continue your attack, coming at me, with a left hook, a wicked hook with wicked power in it, landing it into my centre body mass, with a massive whoop!.....it doubles me over but I still control my legs and feet by some miracle and back peddle further until I reach the ropes, that stop further movement. Breathing hard, I try to straighten myself, as sweat comes down my face, from exertion, from pain yt
22:42 FeliciaFighter: You seem to be doing much more defending and countering.. and now it is clear, you ARE hurt... the pain on your face and your stiff, more robotic movements also give clues... when you hit the ropes, I close the gap and this time test what you can stop. You straighten up and I look to hinder that process as I step quickly left, step at you and twist my hip as bring a big sweeping left hook for your obliques and if lucky catch your liver... then reload it and come again with the left.... this time for your core again before popping my overhand right at your chin and try to keep you hurt and busy on the ropes.
22:42 FeliciaFighter: yt
22:51 Patti: I look at you as you come at me, with almost pleading eyes, as I breath in deeply, fuck….you are here already…..you step left, and I turn to the right, intending to keep you at a diagonal, a left hook comes at my liver region on my right side, and I twist left, to take it on my forearm, although the process of doing this sends a wave of pain through my body, your reload, and I use my elbows to stop the vicious assault on my core……but I am so intent on protecting my body that a big overhand right comes over and pops me in the chin, knocking my head back, and my back presses deeply into the top rope, which pushes me forward on the recoil, and I know I have to fight my way off these ropes to stay alive, so I send a wild hay maker of a right hook towards your jaw, followed with a left hook towards the side of your ribs…….yt
00:14 FeliciaFighter: You are continuing to wither. I can sense it.... but impressed with your defensive prowess none the less. You dodge, move, and evade almost everything I am throwing at you, but.... That right comes and I feel the charge up my arm when it connects... you look completely rocked and flail into and off the ropes..... You come with a desperate overhand right that's loaded for bear.... I duck under the wild right but don't even see the left... <uuuuuuhhh> that catches me under my ribs again in my obliques.... I lurch hard to the right and back away as i feel a give in my side.... you have worked my body a LOT and it hurts....simply hurts... I bring my right to my body and see increased bruising there. I take a deep breath and THAT hurts a bit. So, I try to control my breathing as it has gotten rapid as this fight has gone on.... I reset and move flat footed left and right and re-engage. I have thrown a lot of punches and you are still up....
00:16 FeliciaFighter: I step right at you, no lateral movement.. And bring a straight right at your face, and i feel a searing pain down my right side and leg... I twist my core and bring a left hook follow looking for your body and bring the right back in uppercut form wanting to pound that chin and not give you a moment's reset. the power in the rights not as strong but with the shoulder driving, plenty that if they connect are trouble for you
00:16 FeliciaFighter: yt
00:45 Patti: My right arm simply swings over your head, connecting with billions of air molecules, but no flesh and bone, but then I feel my left crack into some ribs, and think that must have hurt, and I can tell from your reaction that it did…..being so much shorter than you, your body forms an easier target for me. But this success is short lived, as you come straight at me, something I don’t expect as you have always tried flanking movements. The straight right at my face goes over my left before I can fully reform my guard after my hook, it is a real power shot that smashes into my nose, I feel my nose sink your leather and can feel your wrapped knuckles as the blow rocks my head backwards.
00:45 Patti: My eyes water from the punch, and then a left hook comes around my forearms, crashing into my ribs, really causing my guard to split, as the right uppercut lands, with power into my chin, my head rocking backwards, spittle dibbling out of my mouth and down my chin. My vision begins to blurr, as my back now presses into the ropes, my knees wobbling, as I try to lock them and press myself back on the ropes, desperately trying to stay vertical, but its not working, my body begins to feel like it will fall. yt
00:55 FeliciaFighter: OH you are hurt badly and I don't give you a moment to rest. When the uppercut hits home, you are sent sprawling into the ropes. I see you wilting ... I come at you with no mercy written on my gloves and look to wreck you where you 'kind of' stand. Your gloved-defenses wilting with your body, they look like window dressing. I look to unleash a brutal display of boxing dominance. I put a devious smile on my sexy lips…. I snap two left jabs at your nose looking to snap that head back ... pfffft..pfffff… and then unload a big right cross wanting to smash it into your jaw. I then try and bury a left and right uppercut deep into your body, and follow by trying to bring those same two uppercut power shots into your chin… yt
01:05 Patti: What happens next feels like an outer body experience, unable to defend myself or to counter punching, being in a stunned stupor. Although still standing, I am more or less like a heavy bag or side of beef…….I start to raise my guard but only get it to chest height when JAB JAB….quick fired into my nose, causing a dribble of blood to come out……a right cross smashes across my right jaw line, propelling me back into the ropes, your punching blows now keeping me propped up for the moment, as your uppercuts land hard into my gut, bending me slightly forward, setting my chin up for two whopping uppercuts that then send me back into the ropes. The lights begin to fade, as my legs begin to crumble from under me, and my back slowly slides down each rope until I land on my ass, and then fall over to my right side, so thoroughly beaten.
01:06 Patti: Later I will wonder what prompted me to challenge such a bigger opponent with such boxing skills…..Pride? Arrogance? Stupidity? Maybe a little from columns A B and C? No matter, it was worth taking the shot.

Published: 2022-07-23, viewed 106 times.