Female Boxing Federation

Patti: Britney has challenged me to an MMA match, and of course I must except this. For the match, I wear a black sports bra with white lettering of "machines of war" on it, and compression shorts designed as the Mexican flag, red on one leg, green on the other, and white over the crotch with a big bad eagle. Like this: I'm wearing black 4 oz fingerless MMA style gloves, and will fight barefoot with a white mouth guard. All and all, a lean mean looking fighting machine weighing in at 130 lbs and standing 5 ft 6 in tall, and 30 years old. WOW! I love to fight and even better, I love to destroy. For tonight's fight, my dark Latina hair is braided tightly, to keep it out of the way. I enter the octagon and go to my post to await the arrival of my opponent, doing a little shadow boxing as I wait.

Brit: I make my way out of the change rooms, padding on down the hall and over to the cage.. I tug on my black 4oz fingerless gloves one at a time, making sure they're snug against my palms.. opening and closing my fists a few times.. rolling my shoulders before taking the short trip up the steps and into the cage.. I sidestep along the cage wall, looking you over with a respectful nod of acknowledgement before ultimately keeping to myself with some stretching and prep.. my blonde hair braided and out of the way.. my mouthpiece tucked into the front of my CK sports bra for now.. wearing matching compression shorts to fit the bill.. I loosen up by shaking my arms loose down at my sides.. keeping to myself for a bit in my corner.. stretching my arms across my chest one at a time, limbering up before things get underway.. barefoot, standing 5'6" 126lbs..

Patti: Now waiting for the ref to enter the ring, I look over Britney from head to toe.....of course i have watched her fight in videos, so I know this will not be an easy fight for me. And this is the worse part of the fight, the moments before things get under way. I roll my shoulders a few times to limber up, and then start to run in place slowly, wanting to stay warmed up.

Brit: Waiting around patiently for our ref to arrive.. I keep my back to the cage while staying in my corner.. I pull up on my right ankle, working my heel up to my butt to stretch out my hamstrings.. doing the same with my left soon soon after.. staying nice and loose.. jabbing out a left-right, shadow boxing a bit.. staying light on my toes, hopping in place.. shaking my arms loose again while I step from one foot to the other.. puffing out my cheeks with a long exhale.. heart racing in my chest, but I keep a calm and cool demeanor on the outside.. stopping to reach and pull my mouth guard out from the top of my sports bra, slipping it into my mouth and then giving my gloves a few paps together..

Patti: Ref Sabrina has now entered the cage, the door is closed with a metallic cling, and she motions for both fighters to come to ring centre to go over her instructions. I listen respectfully, but I've heard these many times before. I stare at Britney and then the ref says "tap gloves now if you wish"....so I extend my gloves for a tap......

Brit: I step out of my corner, making my way to join both the ref and my opponent in the middle of the cage.. listening intently to the instructions.. my eyes on yours the whole time, chewing on my mouthpiece.. instructed to touch gloves should we choose to.. I see yours up in front of me, and I don't hesitate in letting mine come forward to firmly *tap* with yours.. giving you a nod and then stepping back to my corner, at least behind the line.. gloves up, fingers opening and closing.. taking an orthodox stance, waiting..

Patti: I return to my corner, and begin to bounce on the balls of my feet, gloves raised in a modified orthodox stance, both gloves held together in front of my face, equal distance......waiting for the signal......

Sabrina: Standing in the middle of the cage, my hair tied up and sporting a collared black-and-white-striped shirt, and black slacks, black medical gloves pulled over my hands. With the fighters in their respective corners I turn to look at each of them....."Patti, are you ready?"

Patti: I give a quick nod.....

Sabrina: Turning my attention to the other corner...."Britney, are you ready?"

Brit: I give a quick nod as well...

Sabrina: With both fighters ready I nod to the timekeeper, the bell ringing out inside the gymnasium.. *DING!* I take a step back and wave you both together...."FIGHT!"

Brit: I come out of my corner, shuffling forward step after step with my left foot and glove leading.. both arms raises up with my fists in front of my face, elbows tucked into my chest and weaving a bit while I slink my way in.. circling wide to my right after a few paces, making sure to turn to keep you in front of me.. pawing the air in front of me with my left hand.. my right arm up and ready.. bouncing on my toes, watching you cautiously..

Patti: I come out of my corner fast as the bell rings, bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet, and bobbing erratically from side to side. Gloves up to my face, elbows tucked in. I want to be aggressive as I encounter you in the middle of the ring…..and you begin to circle to your right, so for a moment I circle to my right, but then shift quickly, to lunge straight at you, trying to connect a right push kick to just at your navel, and then continue the attack with a left jab and straight right, both aimed at your nose, hoping to slip them through your guard.

Brit: I tense up as soon as you close the gap.. my gloves up and clenching.. telegraphing that initial push-kick.. my left forearm thrusts down to partially block it.. still jutting my butt back a bit, doubling straight into that left jab to my face.. thrusting past my guard to pop me in the nose.. your right crosses a split second later, snapping my head straight back with a pair of shots out of the gate.. "Nss.. Ns....!" ..I reel back two shuffling steps with my forearms back up in front of me.. planting heavy on my left foot and raising my right knee up to chamber a thrusting push-kick to your lower stomach in return.. "Nnhh!!"

Patti: My push kick did what I wanted, it caused you to lower a glove to deal with it, and then I get a jab and straight in……..You’re not deterred though, as you come back with a push kick of your own, as your knee comes up, I tighten my abs and raise my guard to the sides of my head, thinking you might be going for a teep kick upstairs, but instead your foot smashes into my abs and pushes me back a couple of steps, making an immediate counter strike impossible. I breath in deeply after the assault to control the pain, and then circle to my right, and thn bounce quickly towards you, a left uppercut towards your belly button, in hopes it will lower your guard for my followup right hook aimed at your jaw.

Brit: I get you reeling and then stepping to your right to circle.. I skip to my right as well, making sure to pivot and keep you in front of me.. my elbows tucked in close to my ribs when you step in.. my guard low enough to help take that left uppercut.. but this also allows your right hook to swing up and catch my jaw with an audible THAP that snaps my attention to the side.. I shoot my forearms up and tuck in low to weave to my right.. my right fist thrusts forward with a testing jab to your guard, just to swing a high left hook aimed to counter to the side of your head..

Patti: My uppercut only connects with your forearms, but I can feel the impact of my right hook on your face, these 4 oz gloves have little padding, and the sound was like, well music to my ears. You then go right, and thrust out a right jab, that pounds into my gloves, I close them together to block the strike, but then you curve a left hook around my guard, striking the exposed side of my face, and for a second time there is a thud of leather slapping flesh, I try to roll my face to the left by instinct, to mitigate a little of the power, but it still fucking hurt and leaves a red mark on my cheek/jaw……I’m not going to be out-boxed though…..so I counter punch with a quick right uppercut aimed at the base of your ribs, trying to go under your left, and then two snappy jabs at your nose, as I back up a couple of feet and try to launch a right snap kick to your abs……sweat now building on my face and chest..

Brit: I manage to crack you with a decent left.. but that doesn't go unanswered.. my body curling on impact when your right uppercut tags just under my left set of ribs.. "Muh!" ..I'm smart enough to sidestep and raise my guard back up just in time for that double jab to smack off my blocking forearms.. but the finish to your combo smacks off my abs, a right snapping kick connecting.. "Nnssh....!" ..I reel back a few steps, covering.. tucking and making sure to snap the top of my right foot out towards your left calf if you were to advance..

Patti: The pace of the fight has been intense, and I’m beginning to feel the need to pace myself. But I feel a little adrenaline rush after landing an uppercut to the ribs and a snap kick to the belly…..so I first circle to my right, and then decide to try something different. I move like I’m going to rush you, but when I’m still not in boxing range, I pivot on my right foot, turning from you, and try to launch a spinning back kick with my left leg at about the level of your rib cage..

Brit: Your footwork on point.. getting me to circle wide to my right as you do.. my forearms up, palms facing you and ready to parry to counter up high.. my left foot heavy, right knee raising up and about to thrust another front kick.. but you pivot on the spot and swing yourself around with a wicked left spinning back kick to about rib level, tagging me with an awful WHACK sound on impact.. "NNGH!" ..the force jolts me backwards a few awkward shuffling steps.. my left forearm down to clutch my stomach.. my right glove forward to keep you at bay.. skipping to my right to reset..

Sabrina: Watching the action carefully as Britney takes a brutal kick to the midsection....

Patti: My risky spinning back kick takes you by surprise, and it was a risky move on my part, but it pays off big time. As I retrieve my left leg, and the foot touches the canvass again, I turn to find you propelled some distance from me…..I need to move fast to capitalize on this strike, as the effects will wear off soon, unless of course a rib or two were cracked…but who knows…..with your left glove down to protect your ribs, and your right up, when I get close enough, I try to send a right straight over your left, aimed at the centre of your face, and as you deal with that, I also try to take hold of your right wrist, with my left hand…

Brit: You come straight back for me as expected.. I try to keep retreating at first.. fed a stiff right straight that whips above my left guard and pops me right in the nose/upper lip.. rocking my head back on impact with a bit of spittle thrusting out of my twisted mouth.. "Rnnf..." ..you stay in the pocket, reaching to grab my right wrist.. I thrust myself in close, throwing my left arm up and around the back of your neck.. making sure to throw up a hard right knee for your abs on the way in.. "RUH!"

Patti: I feel my right straight smack into your nose and upper lip, the sound was awesome, but then I'm just not quick enough to take hold of your right wrist, as you wrap your left arm around my neck, and the your knee comes up, nearly caving in my belly and rearranging all of my internal organs. My face contorts in pain and rage, as you keep me in close to you, our sweaty bodies now meshed together. I try to push in to you, wanting to push you into the cage wall, and also draw back my right knee to strike the middle of your left quad muscle.......

Brit: My right knee lands, but I'm met with some aggressive forward pressure.. your momentum carries me backwards, step after step, heading back towards the cage wall.. I shift my arms, looking to wrap around lower to get my under hooks in.. I tense up when your right knee draws back to come forward into the top of my left thigh, knocking my leg back and helping me get the rest of the way back into the cage.. "Nnraa....!" ..my left arm keeps around the back of your neck.. my right fist whipping up a pair of close ranged shots to your ribs.. PAP PAP

Sabrina: Watching the action up against the cage and keeping a close eye on the clock......

Patti: I grunt as you strike into my ribs with your right fist, as you keep me in tight with your left arm still wrapped around my neck, and holding me close. As your back presses into the cage wall, I try to bring my left hand around and press up on your jaw, wanting to twist your face around, and then send a couple of short hooks to your side with my right glove....

*DING!*

Sabrina: "STOP!" I reach out and place a hand on each of your shoulders.. "That's the bell ladies, break clean, and back to your corners."

Patti: I remove my hand from your face, and then go limp, wanting to disengage from this exhausting fight to go to my corner......

Brit: Your forward pressure intense.. keeping my back up against the cage.. your left glove up, shoving at my face, turning my head to the side.. my entire body stiff when your glove hooks a couple of short but effective shots to the left side of my body.. curling me with each hit before hearing the bell and the sudden "STOP!" by the ref.. feeling a hand at my shoulder.. her other hand on yours.. my body goes slack, my jaw dropping to suck in some air.. wincing when you peel your glove away from my face.. I rest my back to the cage still for a moment.. bringing both arms up to rest atop my head as I then turn and walk my way over to my corner.. panting.. my chest and tummy heaving.. pulling out my mouthpiece for a moment.. collecting myself during this allotted time..

Patti: I remove my hand from your face, grateful for the sound of the bell, and the instructions of the ref to “STOP”. I go limp, wanting to disengage from this exhausting fight and as soon as you pull your arm from the back of my neck I move to my corner quickly, my abs ache, after taking some kicks and knee strikes, and my jaw aches after taking a couple of hooks. I spit my mouth guard into a bucket, take some water, and then get quickly toweled down. I continue to sweat, and most people don’t realize how exhausting 3 minutes of continuous fighting really is. I glance up to take a look at you, wanting to see what shape you are in, and the put the mouth guard back in, and get to my feet, knowing these breaks don’t last long..

Brit: There's a trickle of crimson blood out of my left nostril, from which jab, I couldn't tell you.. the right side of my jaw a little red with marks on the left side of my face to show a bit of wear from the first round.. my body with red blotches from whatever kicks landed.. my stomach pulsing while I take this moment to rest.. inhaling deeply through my nose with my mouth forming an 0 shape to breathe out again.. looking over to the ref, then back over to you.. shaking my arms loose down at my sides, rolling my shoulders while I stay from one foot to the other.. wiping the blood from my nose with a towel, chewing on my mouthpiece.. getting my heart rate somewhat back to normal..

Patti: Now that I'm on my feet, I bounce up on my toes a few times, trying to stay limber, pounding my gloves together a couple of times, as I wait for the bell. I look across at you, thinking about what my next moves should be. Suddenly there is a warning that round time is coming up, so I try to relax until the *DING!* suddenly sounds..

Brit: "Fight!" ..the ref calls upon us again.. I nod and come out of my corner.. a lot more cautious and wary of your footwork and speed.. I cut the distance, guard up, arms tucked.. switching stances to go southpaw.. darting forward with a double testing jab with my right... planting to twist my hips and swing a quick left foot towards your left inner thigh before going back to orthodox..

Patti: I come out of my corner more slowly than round 1, forming a fully orthodox stance. I feel like I did weel in round 1, but not need to be cautious, as a single kick or punch or knee could change the fight dynamic in a split second. Suddenly I see your stance is different, and your right is leading....and sending jabs out, that I block with my left leading glove, but it is enough of a distraction, as I don't see your left foot comes across and snaps into my left inner thigh, I wince with the pain and I'm forced to retreat a couple of steps as I work through the pain, gloves in position to protect myself......

Brit: The top of my left foot snaps up into your inner left thigh with an audible *SMACK* sound filling the cage.. I manage to get you retreating with your gloves up for protection.. I give a bit of chase here, looking to cover some distance to keep up the pressure.. I flick my right foot up towards your left leg again, but it's just to step forward to work in close.. my right pops a testing jab towards your guard, just to feint a left hook.. looking to distract your attention to something that doesn't follow through.. but instead throwing a hard right cross towards the left side of your face.. "Esssh!"

Patti: My retreat draws you into me, as I knew it would. My inner thigh hurts, as you struck the sweet spot containing lots of nerve endings, but I'm working through the pain, and your advance provides me a focus. Your now sending feints fast, a right foot that moves like it wants to strike, but does not, leading me to take a step to my right, a jab at my guard, and then a left hook that is only a feint, I raise my right guard up and back to take the left hook, which does not come, instead your right cross comes across and punches into my right cheek, rocking my head bad, and making me take a step back. That's it! I bring my right knee to chest level and try to swing a powerful right teep kick up, wanting to try to send it between your guard and land the ball of my foot under your chin. And as My foot comes back, I rush forward sending a trio of jab/right straight/jab at your right eye, your solar plexus and then your nose.......

Brit: I rock you back a step, but my followup is short lived.. during my instep, I'm fed a perfectly telegraphed right teep kick under my chin.. your foot bats through my forearms to clip me.. snapping my head back on impact.. met with a fury of follow ups.. my forearms shoot out as you tag my face, then eye, then solar plexus.. nose.. making me cover and weave.. slinking back and to my left.. the sound of hard 4oz leather cracking off firm flesh intense, coupled with stiff heavy air rushing out on impact.. I tense up and flinch, needing to level change.. taking a risk just by thrusting down, throwing both arms around the back of your thighs, looking for a double leg... "Nnnggh...!"

Patti: I start landing some nice kicks and punches, adrenaline now suddenly rushing through my arteries.....your chin clipped, and some decent body shots, I'm in my best element now, boxing, but suddenly you dip down, and thrust forward, getting both arms around the back of my thighs, my boxing strikes ending....at least for now, as suddenly I'm propelled backwards, off my feet, and as I sent careening back, I try to wrap my right arm around the back of your neck, in a frontal headlock, as my back crashes down into the canvass, and you come down on top of me....

Brit: My arms coil around the back of your thighs, giving you some intense shoulder weight as I lift up and drive forward.. taking you down to the back with a rough crash to the canvas.. your right arm smart to make sure to wrap around the back of my neck, hauling me down with you.. giving you the brunt of my weight as I SLAP down atop you.. I push down with my hips, laying flat for the moment.. my left hand palms the ground as I look to slip my knees over your hips and work into full mount.. my right arm swinging up and over with a pair of stiff right handed hammer fists towards your guard / front of your face.. "Esssh! Esssh!!"

Patti: I gasp as your weight lands on top of me, and I feel you bring your knees over me, but I have your head pulled down with my right arm around the back of your neck, keeping you from getting into a seated positon. Your right arms comes up and over, and punches me in the face, catching me in left, I can already feel some swelling starting, I bring my left glove up now, to protect my face, knowing I'm in serious trouble if you break loose from the headlock, and get to a sitting position on my belly/chest.......

Brit: I tuck myself in good and tight atop of you.. my knees and thighs come up snug against each side of your body for support.. even looking to wedge my feet in under your thighs.. another right hammer fist cracks down, but is met with a blocking left arm.. your right arm remains tight around the back of my neck, preventing me from posturing up to do any real damage here, but I keep the downward pressure.. my right glove comes up to plant / wash over your face to keep you distracted.. my left fist hooking in two stiff shots to your ribs under your right arm.. PIFF PIFF

Patti: I can feel your legs and knees pressing in tight on my sides, and even your bare feet trying to hook in under me for better support. And suddenly, your right glove comes under my left glove, to press into my face, distorting my expression, its an awful feeling, so I grab your right wrist with my left hand and pull it back.... then your left glove begins to send some short stiff shots into my ribs..... "Noooooo.....fuck......" I decide to go for broke, I release my grip on your right wrist, and try to bring my left glove up, to your shoulder, to hold you down, and at the same time, I uncoil my right arm from around the back of your neck, and while trying to keep you down with my left hand, I then try to swing a right hook into the left side of your head, hoping it might knock you off me...

Brit: Your left hand grips my right wrist at first, successful in pulling my rough palm away from your face.. all this with some strategic control on your part, wrestling me from your back.. your left hand soon going to my right shoulder, keeping me down low and in check.. my chest laying just a top yours with your right arm uncoils from around my neck.. a stiff right hook meeting its target with a THAK to the left side of my head.. my head turns to the side, blinking to the far side of the cage.. my right hand slaps the canvas to help keep this top position.. making sure to swing my left fist up and over to counter with a shot of my own to the right side of your head.. just to lift up suddenly, posturing up enough to try and thrown down a hard right elbow to the face.. "NRRAH!"

Patti: I manage to land a hook to the side of your head, but you catch yourself with your right hand, and then you maintain the mounted position, and then BOOM....your left fist catches me in the side of the head, making spit fly from my mouth, and I have to bite down on my mouth guard to keep it inside. This is truly terrifying, having an MMA fighter mounted on you, but I bring up my guard, and as you sweep in with the right elbow, it slaps into my left glove, which in turn slaps me in the face, albeit with less power. I raise up my legs and slam my feet into the canvass, and at the same time arch my back, forming a bridge with my shoulders, trying to buck you off over head, and then strike two straight punches towards your lower ribs, desperate to stay alive.....as ground and pounds often end fights....

Brit: My left counter hook catches your head.. but my right elbow thrusting down meets your blocking left glove.. feeling the connection none the less albeit far less effective.. your feet suddenly SLAM the canvas with an intense thrust of your hips.. bridging up like that sets me off balance.. flopping forward and slipping off you.. not without taking two rather rough, despite being awkward shots to my lower ribs.. my hands palm the canvas.. my knees spreading after losing this top position.. quickly trying to spin myself around to face you again.. already hearing the ten second warning *clack clack clack*

Patti: I'm breathing hard, as I hear the clock ticking....and my soul wants to rush in at you......but my body is unwilling......the ground and pound took a lot out of me, escaping it was part luck, and part skill, but you mounting me was real skill too.....you look ready for me.....so I decide to just let the seconds tick down.......

*DING!*

Brit: "STOP!" ..I hear the ref call out as she steps in.. one hand on my shoulder, another hand on yours.. I'm on my knees, mound close to canvas.. my left hand planted to prop myself up.. my right hand going to rest atop my right thigh for a moment.. taking a second before working my toes under me, using my left hand to help slowly push back up to my feet.. turning to walk on over to my corner.. my back to the ref and my opponent as I let my arms slink up and over top the cage.. breathing, looking down at my own feet and pulsing stomach...

Patti: I get up and move slowly to my corner, needing some rest, and some water. My cleavage is raising and lowering with each breath, and doubt my heart rate will go back to normal before the end of the break, but I have to fight on. I spit out my mouth guard, and get toweled down, and then told not to let her take me down again…..there are ways of stopping a double leg take down, and I got caught off guard. Not good says the coach. I reinsert my mouth guard, and then stand, as the warning for the approaching bell sounds……I bounce lightly on my feet, trying to not get stiff…….

Brit: I get toweled off, with some attention paid to my nose.. stopping the blood and then icing under my left eye.. my chest rising and falling while I sit here on the stool in my corner.. getting a bit of a pep-talk from my crew, trying to give me advice based on what they've seen thus far.. I take in some water and plop my mouth guard back in, nodding.. inhaling deeply.. standing back up to my feet, shaking my arms loose down at my sides to keep the blood flowing.. stepping from my left foot to my right.. they take the stool away and step out of the cage.. the ref taking over again.. "Okay, Patti? Brit?" .. "Fight!"

*DING!*

Patti: And the final round is on, so I form an orthodox stance again, never could manage a southpaw stance, left to right, and occasionally weaving low. A little flat footed now. As I do another weave, I take step in towards you, and as I come up, try to send a right uppercut to your navel, and then a quick jab towards the centre of your eyes, hoping to obscure your vision for a moment, as I sweep my right glove out to try a hook to the side of your head......wanting to test what you got left....

Brit: I'm a bit heavy on my heels here.. but I skip forward cautiously.. bobbing behind my forearms.. elbows tucking in low with you step in with that right uppercut to my lower stomach.. lifting my right knee up with a thrust to your left side at the same time.. met with a stiff left jab between the eyes, batting my head back and to my right a bit.. my hands shoot up to parry that hooking right glove aimed to the side of my head.. trying to duck and weave from under it.. forearms thrusting as I look to reel back out of harms way and reset..

Patti: I feel a stiff knee strike into my left side, just as my left jab strikes between your eyes, and then my right hook slaps your forearm as you parry it away from your head......my left side burns from the right knee strike, and you step back and reset your guard. Both of us now tired, and both of us knowing a small mistake could have big consequences at this stage. I slowly begin to close the distance between us, still bobbing and weaving erratically....my lips now parched from thirst, and ignoring the pain in my side, I try to get in boxing range, trying to shoot a left cross out to punch away your right glove, and the step in close, wanting to land a hooking elbow strike on your jaw.......

Brit: You close the distance, slowly but surely.. matching your stance and rhythm the best I can.. weaving and swaying my head to the left when your left cross takes a shot to my right glove, batting my arm away.. already leaning into what I think might be a follow up right.. I shield with my left forearm up close to my head.. but it's not a punch that comes, but rather a rough elbow strike that catches the left side of my jaw with a CLAP sound.. my knees buckle on impact, sending me an awkward sidestep to my right to cover.. both forearms shoot up to hide my face.. my feet zipping the canvas to create some space...

Patti: I feel my surprise elbow strike score on your jaw, and it sends you to the right, and you cover up well, raising your forearms to your face......I'm tired now, and sweaty, so rather than rush forward and expend a lot of energy with a barage of shots, I follow you slowly, gloves up in ortho stance, and with your forearms raised, I try to shoot a right snap kick up, hoping to land the ball of my foot on your belly button..

Brit: That stiff elbow rattled me.. often hard to tell straight away what damage certain things can do.. sometimes it takes a moment to set in.. this is one of those times, but I'm fully aware of it, as I find myself covering and looking for distance.. you don't rush, which is a good thing.. but you keep me on my toes.. weaving behind a tucked guard.. but you follow up with a right snap kick towards my gut.. the ball of your foot tagging my navel with a THAK that jolts me into bending at the waist and reeling back, clutching.. "NNSFF.....!"

Patti: My snap kick catches you in the belly, and it must have taken you unaware, as you double over at the waist, covering the point of impact with your gloves. You move back from, me, but I realize that with one spurt of energy……I might have you……so I rush forward, then planting my left foot, twisting around on it, I try to launch a wicked right roundhouse kick towards your jaw...

Brit: I reel back, sidestepping as quick as I can.. but you give chase while I cover up.. seeing your left foot plant heavy, knowing what might be coming.. I shoot my left forearm up as soon as your right foot snaps up high, catching the back of my left glove as you SMACK my own palm into my face from that intense head kick to the jaw.. rattling me on impact, my feet stagger off balance.. right glove out towards you as if to keep you at bay.. wincing.. my left arm still up to cover.. trying to dance my way out of this..

Patti: I feel my right foot crash into your left gloved hand, and the hand pushing into your face, and I immediately know it’s not the killer blow I was hoping for, and secondly, you are still defending yourself well….So I need to be cautious, if you can defend, you can strike. I move towards you, wanting to keep the pressure on, your right arm out to try to keep me at bay. I now try to circle quickly, and the turn towards you, and feint a jab with my left, trying to distract you as I send a right low sweeping kick towards the side of your left knee..

Brit: With my right arm up and palm facing you.. you circle around quickly, getting within range.. feinting that jab with my already distracted right glove up.. taking the bait, just to have your right foot kick out and connect with the left side of my knee with a CLAP sound, taking my leg out from under me and dropping me.. I sink down to my butt.. my right glove behind me to catch myself.. my left glove coming up in front of me, palm facing you..

Patti: Now I need to follow up on knocking you to the ground, so I drop down quickly, onto my butt, on your left side, attempting to grab onto your left with wrist with both my right and left hands, and also to position my feet towards you as I sit up, in case I do get a hold of that left wrist. I know the clock is ticking away for round 3, and my movements at this stage must look awkward and clunky....

Brit: That stiff kick to my left knee drops me.. and you go to work straight away once you sink down next to me.. off to my left side and already reaching to catch my left wrist with both your hands.. my left arm extending and in towards you by default.. I lean into it.. my knees spreading, hips twisting to try and face you proper.. my right hand going down to your firm left thigh.. tucking my head down in close to your core.. panting... my stomach pulsing as I try and draw my left arm back in close to me..

Patti: This is the part of the match that is most difficult, the final parts of round 3. I want to try to pull your left arm in between my legs, and then push my legs over your chest, to take you in an arm bar, but you have rolled into me, and your right hand pressing on my thigh......your head into my core......and in frustration I reaslize its not going to be possible to extend your arm, so I let go of your left with my left hand, still holding your wrist with my right hand, and raise my left to try to land a short strike at your ribs.....

Brit: Feeling your hands and legs go to work.. your legs trapping my left extended arm.. but I roll my hips, twisting to work to my knees in front of you.. you realize in the moment that you don't have enough extension, but continue to pour on the pressure in the late round.. your left fist batting my ribs with a short but firm THUD.. "Nns...." ..my face twists up, breathing heavily in the moment.. still trying to keep my left arm from behind extended.. my right elbow digging into your left thigh.. holding on..

Patti: We are grappling on the canvass, when my left connects with your ribs, but a relatively weak punch due to the short distance, and then the 10 second warning buzzer sounds.....as I let out a screech as your elbow digs into my left thigh, which has already been tenderized by kicks.....I try to move my leg, to get your digging elbow off from my thigh, when DING!....the bell sounds, and the ref Sabrina orders an immediate break, and return to our corners to await the judges' decision. I simply go limp, staring up at the lights for several seconds, and then move to get up, wanting to give you a light hug before going to my corner..

Brit: I prop myself up high on my knees.. my gloved palms coming up to cup my firm hips tightly.. lashing my head back to stare up at the lights, puffing out my cheeks with a long exhale.. my chest and tummy heaving.. feeling a couple of taps to my back.. I look up to the ref with a nod.. dark under my left eye, right cheek bruised, blood trickling from both nostrils.. taking my time.. looking to you with a blank stare, nodding.. my mouth hanging open.. I plant my right foot and slowly work up to my feet.. leaning in with that short but respectful hug.. giving your back a *pat pat* ..turning to head to my corner, breathing.. panting each breath, mouth hanging open to breathe.. reaching up to pull out my mouthpiece, holding it in my left hand.. my right hand up to hold my stomach.. pacing along the cage wall in my corner..

Patti: I now wait with baited breath for the decision, and spit out my mouth guard, and prop myself up using the cage wall for a back rest..

Sabrina: After a bit of deliberation I step to the middle of the cage and beckon you both to the center, taking Patti's wrist in my left hand, and Britney's in my right. No microphone here in the cage but I speak loud and firm to be heard..... "After three rounds we go to a judge's decision. With a score of 29-28, taking two rounds to one, your winner......" ..I raise my left arm up high.. "Patti!"

Patti: As Ref Sabrina raises my right arm above her head, I raise my left glove as well, and let out a piercing scream of joy, and then give Britney a little hug and pat on the back......

Brit: My right hand does not get raises.. my head dipped low as I stare down at the canvas at my feet.. when your name is called, I nod my head.. raising my hands up with a respectful *clap clap clap* ..then just turning to walk off to the side.. then shaking my head, disappointed in myself.. bringing this amateur MMA record 1-1 overall.

End.

Published: 2022-10-08, viewed 108 times.