Female Boxing Federation

16:38 Patti: The boxing match with Selene has finally arrived, and we had decided to do it at a boxing club on the beach! A canvass made of sand.....You are not logged in. . For this occasion, I will box in a bikini.....You are not logged in. You are not logged in. , light pink bottoms and a top with grey stripes. Black 8 oz Everlast gloves, and because of the sandy bottom, barefoot rather than traditional boxing gloves. Today I weigh in at 130 lbs and 5 ft 6 in tall, 30 yo.....ready for considerable action with a veteran boxer. yt
16:39 Selene_boxer: []
16:43 Selene_boxer: Having heard that bikini's are traditional, I wore one also--having been told that you were in black, it was suggested that I wear a different color gloves. 8 ounce blue gloves will be good to wreck you...I hope. I'd heard about you and Felicia, so I know you're TOUGH. Also barefoot, matching your 5'6, a few poiuynds heavier at 136 pounds...40 Y/O, long red hair loose yt
16:48 Patti: I watch as the red head enters the ring, loooking fit and rather tough......and clearly a few more years experience, but I am still confident I can take her, her and those nearly fluorescent blue gloves...omg.....I could get blinded by flashes of blue in this sunshine.......no matter...it is meant to get cloudy shortly.....It's going to be a tough fight, no doubt, with neither of us having a reach advantage over the other....in my last fight with a taller woman......I got picked apart......I stand confidently in my corner as the ref arrives and calls us to the ring centre to go over her instructions.....yt
16:53 Selene_boxer: Looking across at you--so unusual to be facing someone my own height classic black gloves, meant to hurt, fit, trim--a bit younger, but not a worry--a classicly even match--my last fight was against a much shoerter, but heavier, woman and I got knocked out. Meeting you at ring center, I look in your eyes--no malace showing, just a sportswoman's desire for some good clean fun yt
16:56 Patti: I give you a quick smile as the ref finishes her instructions, and tells us to tap gloves now if we wish to do so, so I extend my gloves out, and then, as instructed, return to my corner to wait for the bell, rolling my shoulders back and forth as I wait. This is the worst period of a boxing match, the waiting, and the anticipation of what will happen, the fear that you will not perform well..........yt
17:00 Selene_boxer: Tapping gloves--back to my cornder, shuffling me feet a bi in the sand to get a feel for how it will change my traction--a bit less fancy footwork...heart racing as I think of choices. Brawl? Hit and move? Counterpunch...then DING!!!!
17:00 Selene_boxer: yt
17:02 Patti: The bell chimes.......the sound of it puts every nerve in my body on high alert, as I move out and form an orthodox stance, left glove leading, left foot leading, right glove tucked in beside my chin. Rahter than move to the centre of the ring for a direct confrontation, I beging to circle to my right, staying well away from the centre, wanting to circle with you, and perhaps close the circle slowly.....wanting to watch your movements for a short while.......yt
17:06 Selene_boxer: Also in an orthodox stance--no surprises for either of us there.....very low stance, looking to get lower than you. As you move right, I move left, looking to stay in front of you--head mving, trying to be a hard target, chin tucked--green eyes bright as I pop a doouble left jab at your face--more to assess your defenses than anything eles, but plenty fast yt
17:13 Patti: My intention of slowly closing with you is pre-emptied by you cutting me off.....so that the match now starts in one quarter of the ring, and as you approach me, I begin to bob from side to side, and then it starts, a couple of fast moving jabs at my face......coming from an upwards directions as you have taken a lower stance....the first I block with my right glove, and then as I retract the right, the second one pops me in the check, knocking my head back slightly......score one for Selene.....i think....and then I move quick, stepping right, trying to send a right hook towards your lower rib cage, hoping to go under your left in time, and then a left jab at your centre body mass, as I try to retreat a step.....yt
17:22 Selene_boxer: Not quite expecting my jabs to hit--you reaching for it is something I can exploit...loving the smack of leather on your flesh, even though it's a mere sting--then UGHNNNN! you show me your speed as you go under my retreating left, your blow shaking me as it plows into my floating ribs. I pivot slightly, blocking the jab with my right forearm--trying to stay with you as you move back--those ropes look SO ready to recieve you...snapping a fast jab-straight at your face, aiming for your nose, but more importantly, trying to keep you moving back yt
17:29 Patti: I feel my right hook sink into your lower ribs, a nice feel, and a nice smacking sound....but you continue to advance, sending a snappy jab-straight at my face.....i'm aware that if I step back away from those punches I will keep moving towards the ropes or even worse the corner turnbuckle.....I stand my ground.....sliping my head right to let the jab pass over my left shoulder, and then the right glances off the side of my face, as I'm too far to the right to receive it.....again I go for a body shot with a left jab aimed at your centre, trying for the solar plexus region, and then try to take a few steps to my right to try to circle around you, an attempt to move back the centre of the ring if I can get past you....yt
17:37 Selene_boxer: I know your power now--good and hard--that's leftr a red mark on my ribs...good defence--I'm impressed as you avoid any harm while staying off the ropes-fighting an expert. I take the left, shifting so it strikes ribs rather than plexus--just a sharp sting, not any real harm. looking to come over it with a face-breaking right As I throw the right, you;ree already moving away--the punch doesn't even come close, and I pivot to face you. A flash you a quick smile and say, "Nice one...you're good..." yt
17:45 Patti: You pivot and my jab only lands lightly on your breast bone……a lower power punch hitting a hard bone target, so no real impact, and then as I move, your right falls short…..……I smile back at you, but say nothing as I try to focus….It’s clear we are working at very different strategies…..due to our 10 year age gap, I want to wear you out chasing me around, and you, with your weight advantage are probably looking for a toe to toe brawl….i’ll go toe to toe if trapped….after moving around you, I decide to lunge forward quickly…..throwing an overhand right towards your temple, more to distract than expecting to land it, I then swing a shovel hook left as I step in closer, dropping my left shoulder and aiming it upwards at your lower ribs and liver region…..yt
17:53 Selene_boxer: You're moving well...watching, trying to judge your speed, your endurance--my slight weight difference might give me an advantage, but keeping you moving--making you THINK I have the in close advantage--is good. The overhand comes in--fast, hard...NOT something I want connecting with my head, and I lean to my left, letting it brush by my right glove...RIP a hard right counter at your left side, trying to get it undr your left--if it lands, it's almoist simultaneous with your left smashing into my side--almost but not quiote the sweet spot for a liver punch KO, and I gasp in pain, stepping back, the hurt showing on my face...yt
18:02 Patti: My over hand right swings past the right side of your head, as you quickly slip to the left of it, and then just as I pull back to send the left shovel hook, a hard rocket powered right glove comes into my lower left rib cage, only a miracle that I was able to launch the left shovel hook, as I grunt from the impact, and impact that turns my skin red where it landed, and an impact that most certainly caused me to miss that liver shot. But it was good enough to send you back a step, and I try to breath in quickly to diminish the pain in my ribs, stepping back as well, and resetting my guard……yt
18:12 Selene_boxer: Finally landed something worth landing--my first solid punch of the fight, and you've hit my body good several times--punches like that wear on a gal, and I'm starting to feel it. At a distance, I look at you with some real respect--this gal is at least as good as I am, outpointing me, and punching just as hard. My body's showing the effets of your blows, my fair skin shows everything. "Time to step it up," I think, stepping towards you, popping a jab at your face, then sliding forwards (or attempting to, sand is not as good for mobility as canvas, and slows me down a bit) muscles rippling as I whip a left hook at your side, ainming for your floating ribs yt
18:18 Patti: I'm still breathing hard as you move forward again on me, sending a jab at my face, I raise both my gloves to close my guard in front of it, there is a smacking sound of leather on leather, and then your gloves goes down to rip a hook at my floating rib cage, because my guard is basically in front of my face after stopping the jab, I don't see your glove sweep around, but I feel it as it slams into my lower side, making me cry out sharply from the impact, and my natural reaction is step back away from you, and to try to reform my guard, thinking you might want to advance on me....yt
18:25 Selene_boxer: Loving the feel of my leather on your sweaty, muscley side--the instant it touches you, I know that it HURT--the yelp and the way you back away confirm it--neding to get some catch up punches in. As you move back, I try to stay with you, pulling back my left and throwing a slight shouldr fake, as if about to double it to the same spot--instead, pop up some from my low stance and whip the left at the side of your hedad, looking to smash my blue leather into your right eye
18:29 Selene_boxer: yt
20:32 Patti: I’m watching you closely, you stay in close to me, clearly a preference for close quarter fighting, and then your left shoulder goes down, so I lower my right quickly, needing to protect my lower ribs, for a left that then swings up for my right eye!.....Your experience as a boxer is now showing, as its almost like you are playing with me, hunting me. My right is not going to intercept your left, noway, so I twist my face to the left, so that flashy blue glove strikes the area between my eye socket and my ear……ouch……but my eye is largely saved. Now I’m getting a bit agitated, and with my lowered glove, I try to swing a right uppercut towards your chin, and then stepping left, I try to land a left hook on your jaw line……yt
20:44 Selene_boxer: I'd hoped to really nail your eye--but even near it might work, if I keep hitting you there--inly inches from the temple, but that might as well be a mile--but at leastt I landed HARD...You're slick, 9 out of 10 would have copped the punch where I'd aimed it. then POW! your right uppercut slips right by my gloves, SLAMS into my chin, snapping my head back, sweat flying--staggering back a step--just far enough back that I can lean back and let the hook go by. That rung my bell, but even so, I plant my feet and come back at you--a left jab at your LEFT glove to try to knock it aside--then a straight right, muscles rippling in the bright sun as I try to spread your nose across your pretty face yt
20:53 Patti: I feel my right punch into your chin, staggering you back a step, so my left hook swings in the empty space that use to contain your jaw, but you absorb that uppercut like someone possessed…..i can tell it hurt, but you have will power and the experience to take punches. My left hook leaves me a little unbalanced as my left over extends, and then your left punches into my right glove, knocking it to my right side, and BAM!.....what the fuck…..all I see is a big flash of blue hurtling towards my face, and then impact……a big right straight into my nose, rocking my head back. My eyes tear up a little, as pain radiates from my nose, and some blood splatters on that big blue glove of yours, and then begins to dribble down my chin and then stains my bikini top……I step back a few steps, smiling at you, as if to say, get ready…..cause I’m coming…..but for the moment I reset my guard and try to take a few steps to the right, wanting to keep a little distance between us…..yt
21:01 Selene_boxer: Getting your glove aside was a gamble--paid off--there's something special about a right straight in the nose...getting the blood flowing--best feeling around--well, one of them--my heart racing....seeing your smile on your bloody face, I know that you're exactly my kind of gal--a warrior true. Good blood flow, too--on your bikini top that fast...gonna hit your breathing. As you step right, I pivit left, facing you slamming another right at your face, hoping I'm fast enough to tag your nose again--a step forward, and a savafge left hook flyng at the side of your head--looking to take control from you yt
21:08 Patti: With my lower right ribs aching, and now my pretty nose bleeding, I’m getting to understand that I’m not boxing an ordinary beach bimbo, that would not last a minute in the ring with me….this woman is a serious and experienced opponent, who is systematically taking me apart…..so time to up my game……all these thoughts running wildly through my brain, moments before you pivot left and stop my movement…….going to go toe to toe again…..another flash of blue comes in towards my nose, but I slip my head left, to let the blood stained blue glove move over my right shoulder. And then I try to counter punch at the same moment your left hook is launched, letting loose my own left shovel hook aimed towards your liver, trying to send it before you can fully retract your right, as your left hook slams into my right jaw line, twisting my face to the left, my head feels woozy, my body twists left, causing my knees to twist, and I land in the sand…….yt
21:16 Selene_boxer: Loving the savagery of flying leather, giving and taking punishment--the sun shining bright off our sweaty forms...gasping in pain as your left meets my side just as my hook connects with your jaw...leaning to the side as your leather sinks into my flesh--staggering to my left, my right side showing the bruital effects of my punches--leaning on the ropes in a corner, chest heaving (much to the delight of the specators) as I catch my breath--I know this one isn't over yt
21:21 Patti: The ref commences a count on me...ONE TWO THREE ..and the only thing that goes into my is fuck fuck fuck.....i hate getting knock down....it is humiliating.....I should take advantage and wait for the count a little longer, but I get back to my feet immediately, staggering a little, a bit punch drunk from the left hook.......the ref looks me over......asks how many fingers is she holding up.....is she fuckin nuts? I assure her I can still fight.....so she motions the two of us back in the ring centre and shout "FIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!" yt
21:25 Selene_boxer: WOW! the way you popped right up--either inexperience, or you aren't hurt much--and I know it's not inexperience. that hook of yours hurt me good, too. The ref getting the sand off your gloves gives you another moment. Low in my stnace, I look you over--you're good to go. On my toes, I start moving to my right, popping a jab at your face--reminded that "On my toes" and "Sandy beach" don't mix...Timing a little off, I slide back and reset...yt
21:33 Patti: I am not inexperienced, but I am a Latina, and emotional…..I am up too quickly because of this…..and my head is still a bit woozy…..but at least the blood is no longer flowing from my nose, but now 70% of my O2 intake is through my mouth……You pop a jab at my face, and I use my guard to block it…..I know you might be feeling some pain too, the way you are moving suggests this……I make like I’m going to circle right again, but then suddenly pivot and come straight at you……..I know I have to become more aggressive……I launch a jab and right straight towards your forehead, hoping to go above your guard, and the step closer, lowering my left to try for another uppercut at your chin…..hoping my change in tactics will be a surprise. yt
21:38 Selene_boxer: Not surprised that you block my jab--stepping to my left to stay with you as you move--slipping the jab--the right into my forehead, hitting the hardest part, doesn't hurt much, but DOES snap my head back and rattle me some. Taken off balance, my chin lifted by the right, your uppercut in close slips between my gloves and lands with a brutal smack---I staggr backwards, hands low, eyes glassy, as the crowd yells its approval yt
21:43 Patti: I feel my left land hard into your chin, and have been boxing long enough to know you are in some trouble.....with those gloves lower than what they should be......I try to keep pace and advance towards you....making rasping sounds through my swollen nose.....gloves up.....I send a jab/right straight towards the centre of your face and then a right hook seeking out your jaw on the left side of your face.....trying to back you into those nasty ropes.....yt
21:48 Selene_boxer: Struggling o get my gloves up--hurt good--the right-left smash into the center of my face' senmging blood and sending sweat flying as pain radiated from my nose--you hit it solid, and turned on a faucet of red. Somehow, I still know that the ropes are the wrong place for me to be as the right contorts my face worse than a funhouse mirror would, sparring both you and the closer members of the audience with blood and sweat. Desperate, too proud to go down, I stagger forward, trying to wrap my amrs around you--hold long enough to recover my balance...yt
21:53 Patti: I feel satisfaction and pride as my straight punches smash into your face.....but as I step in closer to swing out a hook.....you come forward and suddenly I'm held by a clinch, my hook only lightly slapping around the back of your shoulder.....I can feel your warm body, sticky with sweat and probably some of your blood and my blood press into my body, and then also the feel of your breast pressing into mine, my nipples hardening at the embrace....I try to twist my body, but you are clearly heavier and more muscled and I'm held like a rag doll.......yt
21:57 Selene_boxer: Hurt good, my nose gushing onto your shoulder...hot red mingling--I love the feel of breasts pressed together, my nipples hardening in sych with yours..."Nice punches," I gasp, holding on for a moment until the referee steps over, saying "Break!" yt
21:58 Selene_boxer: my nose gushing, face bright red witrh some black and blue, blood stained bikini top plastered to my chest showing my nipples
22:01 Patti: As you release me from our embrace, I take a step back, and raise my gloves....and decide that maybe I can take you down soon.....so I try a quick overhand left towards your the top of your sweaty forehead, and then step forward quickly, taking a big chance, I lower my right and try to launch an uppercut right below your belly button, but just above your bikini waist line........and then try to launch a left uppercut as I begin to pull up my right guard, also aimed for the same spot......yt
22:10 Selene_boxer: I'm hurt good--so are you--can't let that left hit--lean to my right, so it passes by my right ear--at the same time, puttking my weight mostly on my right foot as I launch a right hook at your side, looking to sink my fist deep, but you're faster this time, and that right sinks deep into my gut, blasting the breath from my lungs--my hook looses its snap as I fold over your glove...bloody, bruised and swelling face contorted with againy,hands dropping as you sink your left into my belly--gasping for breath, can't even tense it as I drop to my hands and knees, somehow not ending up on my face...yt
22:15 Patti: I drop my gloves to my side, my body totally washed with sweat, blood staining my face and my bikini top, and the ref pushes me back to my corner.....as I walk that way, I say numerous drops of blood in the white sand......I press my back into the padded turnbuckle.....the sun beating down hard now......maybe she is down...I think....but she is on all fours, not on her back.....well ok....I think.....my mouth is now super dry as I breath in my air mostly through it.....my nose is now very swollen......you really smashed it good with that right straight.....yt
22:20 Selene_boxer: groaning...stupid pride kept me on my feet too long, and I paid...but I'm not finished that easily--resisting the temptaqtion to gasp for breath--small, controlled ones instead...get to my feet slowly and carefully--don't want to stagger and give the ref a reason to stop the fight---looking like I'm recovering some...the ref brushes the sand off my gloves--her ahnds wandering to get some off my bikini top as well...and says, "FIGHT!" yt
22:21 Patti: The ref tells us to fight, so fight it is, but not being able to breath through my nose now is tiring me, and my ribs hurt like fuck. Your face looks just as bad…..I come out to meet you, not moving fast, needing to conserve energy, and raising my guard, now keeping both gloves in front of my face…….yt
22:25 Selene_boxer: If your ribs are bad, my gut is ON FIRE...gasping for breath, flat footed, my torso a glorious array of black and blue--I'm a mouth breather also. Forgoing anything fancy, I take a step towards you--a slight movement of my left, then throw a ponderous right at your chin..soooo much slower than when we strted, hoping I can connect...yt
22:29 Patti: The boxing match now seems to have devolved into a brutal slug fest…..technique and finesse gone as we pound at each other….I see movement of your left…..but your right comes out instead, pounding me in the chin, snapping my head back….my knees wobble a bit, making me look drunk, and I step towards you on legs that are becoming like jelly, and throw out a wild left haymaker towards your jaw….…..…….yt
22:36 Selene_boxer: Both of us bloody wrecks--just what we wanted--a real challenge--feeling my glove meet your chin--hoping--but knowing it's not...quite...enough...my left low afer hitting you, when BOOM! Your leather clad fist crashes into my exposed jaw. The brutal blow slams my head around, sweat and gore forming a demented halo around my bloody, bruised face. My body goes with my head, turning to my left--hands flying as I land face down in the sand, not even attempting to break my fall. out cold after a brutal fight yt
22:39 Patti: I just stand there, numb, my face a bloody mess......I drop my gloves to my sides, as I stand over you, looking down......knowing that this will not be the last of our fights......knowing a barek knuckle boxing contest is in the works.....
22:40 Patti: yt
22:41 Selene_boxer: Slowly recovering, looking up at you, not even starting to hear a word until the count is long since over, yet knowing I was so close... <end>

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