Female Boxing Federation

Patti: I go to the changing room at the local Boxing/MMA/Wrestling club and go straight to the changing room, strip down and then pull on a red pair of compression shorts and a matching red sports bra. I have my hands wrapped by my trainer and then put on some 4 oz fingerless MMA style yellow Cobra gloves, slap them together and then go out to a small room off the main hall to where there is a heavy bag, where I spend the next 5 minutes warming up by punching and kicking the bag. Then I go out to the main hall where there is a regulation style Octagon cage, and enter the cage after the medic checks me over. As I wait in the far end near the red post, I slap my flashy yellow gloves together and wait for my opponent. I weigh in at 130 lbs, 5 ft 6 in, tall and 30yo..

Brit: I walk out from the other change room with my trainer in tow, rubbing on my shoulders and leaning in with some last minute words of encouragement.. I pad down towards the cage barefoot, clad in navy blue compression shorts with matching sports bra.. my blonde hair up in a tight bun.. adjusting my small black 4oz fingerless gloves.. I skip up the steps, pausing at the door with a deep breath, then slapping each side of the frame with a *pat pat* before slinking my way on in.. sidestepping along the perimeter, making sure to give you a respectful nod when I pass you.. chewing on my mouth guard, walking on over to the medic, getting a bit of Vaseline smeared onto my eyebrows and cheekbones.. showing my teeth to prove I've got my piece in before nodding and heading over to my corner.. shaking my arms loose down at my sides, going light on my toes with a few bounces on the spot.. 5'6" 126lbs.. taking in some water before things get underway..

Patti: I watch as you enter the cage, and give you a curt nod in return, biting down on my black mouth guard to alleviate pre-fight jitters. This is the worst time, the anticipation of the fight that will come. MMA is simply a brawl with some rules applied. I bounce up and down on the balls of my bare feet to stay warmed up, and roll my shoulders up and down. Finally the ref calls us the the centre of the cage to go over the rules, and then suggests we tap gloves if we wish, and I extend mine for the tap. We are told to go back to our respective sides of the cage and wait for the bell......

Brit: I pad my way on over to the middle.. listening to the ref intently.. my eyes on yours the whole time.. rocking slightly from my left foot to right.. face blank in expression, but with respect beaming from me.. nodding to the instructions.. my own gloves come up in front of me to lightly *tap* with yours before backing up to the line again.. staying nice and loose, puffing out my cheeks with a long exhale.. kinking my neck side to side... my stomach in knots, but I'm equally as excited to be given the chance to compete with you again, after losing the first encounter to a decision....

Patti: I'm thinking this is going to be a tough fight, last time neither of us could KO or submit the other, and I only won the fight by a narrow split decision, so yeah, this is going to be a tough one. I begin to bounce on the balls of my feet and form a stance, both gloves raised to just below eye level, held slightly apart, and then DING! ....the bell rings and I move out to the cage center fast, wanting to take the initiative..

Brit: You're quick to claim the center of the octagon.. but I'm just as quick to join you.. slinking forward with my orthodox stance, leading with my left glove, guard raised.. elbows tucked in as I crouch slightly and circling right.. poking in close enough to test my range with two quick left jabs straight for your chin.. weaving another quick step before snapping the top of my right foot out for the left side of your calf.. "Nehh...."

Patti: As I encounter you in the cage center, all my nerves are tingling and all my senses are on high alert, my reflexes ready to dodge, parry anything that comes my way and to counter attack fast……And now the fight begins, I circle right as well, trying to keep you at a diagonal to minimize my body exposure…..your jabs come out, and I easily step back from them, then you step in closer, sending a right snap kick out to the side of my left calf, arggg….it makes a slapping sound on my calf muscle and I grit my teeth from the pain….so she scores the first hit….but I react fast, charging forward as you pull your leg back, trying to move in close to you with a quick right hook that I hope to curve around your left glove to hit your jaw, then a quick jab towards your nose to distract, and then right straight towards your solar plexus...

Brit: I can't help but to flinch and tense up when you charge back in.. my arms instinctively thrust forward, palms to your shoulders as if to keep you at bay.. but that allows your right to hook around my left glove with a *THAK* to my jaw.. your quick jab comes forward, but I bob down and to the side.. but straight into that right to my solar plexus that rocks me back a good two hard steps with a lower cover.. wary of your advance.. I ready my forearms to raise up if need be.. planting heavy on my left foot.. I raise my right knee up close to my chest to chamber a rough forward push-kick to your lower stomach.. "Nrah!"

Patti: I get in a very nice hook to your jaw, and I know it hurt from your reaction, but then my jab goes to the side of your head, striking empty air, but then I nail you in the center mass with my right straight that forces you back. I charge forward again, but you are quick to send out a push kick with your right.....the sole of your foot crashes into my abs, forcing me back 3 or 4 steps from the impact....I tighten my abs as the foot hits, but just barely, and I'm gasping for breath, and trying to work through the pain....I reform my guard, keeping my elbows tucked in and start circling to my right...

Brit: I manage to get you reeling.. and when you circling right, I know I put a bit of hurt on you with that, perhaps even unexpected enough to force you to be a bit more cautious and not rush in.. I decide to give chase a bit, circling right, but then working straight forward to cut you off.. I feint a right kick out towards your left leg, flicking it out but stepping it down to send a straight right cross towards your chin, making sure to twist my hips to follow up with a hard left hook just below your ribs.. "Ushh! Ushh!"

Patti: I'm watching you closely as we circle together, expecting you to try something, and your right kick appears to be coming for my left leg, I raise my left leg to parry the kick that does not come, the act of lifting my leg leads me to lower my guard, and instead of kicking, you cleverly step forward and punch a right cross into my chin, knocking my kead back, and causing me to stumble back a few steps until I catch my balance, but my backwards movements makes your hook fall short. My chin aches, and I try to absorb the pain and the shock of the punch, and try to come straight back at you.....a quick right round house kick at the side of your left knee, and then as my foot returns, a quick snap kick with my left towards your belly button, trying to stay in kicking range but out of reach of your fists for the moment..

Brit: I reset after my left hook catches air.. I reel you back, but you come straight back in.. my guard raising up, even lifting my left leg up, but a bit too late with your right foot catching the left side of my knee with a *CLAP* than bats my leg to the side.. I tilt and lower my guard, but not for your left snap kick that thrusts through my forearms with a *THAP* to my stomach.. "NGH!" ..I double over and skip back defensively.. needing to limp one, two, three steps back and then sidestep to my right.. testing my left leg a bit through motion.. I bite down on my mouthpiece, sucking in a deep breath.. I jab out straight with my left just to make sure you're out of range still.. setting up a planting left foot and then twisting hips to throw my right leg up high, aiming a quick head kick to the left side.. "Nnyaa!"

Patti: I feel my right low round house pound into your knee and then my left snap kick lands nicely into your abs.....You retreat, and we both then advance on each other, I'm watching you closely, seeing you plant your left foot, and the hips twisting, and s your right leg comes up, I step to my right to circle quickly, avoiding would could have been a fight ender. I want to come back into contact though, and keep the aggression up, as I you have been deflecting a lot of my attacks and landing some nice punches and kicks on me. I try to use my right to swipe away your left lead guard, hoping I can then step into you and swing a left hooking elbow into your jaw, and then bringing my right back, to send a right cross at your right eye.. realizing that my elbow strike might be a risky move.....

Brit: My right foot snapping at air, coming back down and flinching straight away when you swipe and bat down at my guard.. I reset in the pocket, forearms up to take most of that rather hard left hooking elbow to my jaw.. rocking me on impact, turning my head to the side.. your right cross plows through with a good shot to my right eye that makes me wince and duck to weave behind my arms.. that one landed good and hard as I hard turned right into it.. I sidestep and shake my head.. opening and closing my jaw a few times.. blinking my fuzzy right eye.. I'm close enough to strike I feel, through I remain defensive.. I flick my right foot out towards your left calf for real this time, but it's just to come forward with a quick left-right towards the front of your face with a means to try and keep you at bay for the moment..

Patti: My attempt to flick away you left works, and allows me to get in close to use my elbow, although a good bit of the strike lands on your forearms, but then my right cross hits you in the eye and I know you will likely have a black eye soon from that blow. I'm paying close attention to your foot work, glance down and then up, and I see your right foot comes out, I pull back my left foot, but suddenly you use that right foot to come forward rather than kick, and a left/right combo comes over my guard striking me in the right and left cheeks, rocking my head back, and forcing me to bounce backwards and reset my guard, grimacing from the pain of the facial pummeling..

Brit: You read the kick perfectly, adjusting your stance.. but I rock you back a few steps to reset.. I keep coming forward.. throwing another straight right towards your jaw, hoping you spit your guard.. my hips twist to hook a hard left up towards your ribs before leaning in with a whipping right elbow towards your left eye.. "Hn! Nsss... Nssh...!"

Patti: You don't give me any recovery time, but that is expected in this ultra rough sport. You come at me throwing another right straight at my jaw, but I parry the straight on my left forearm, but before I can counter punch, you snap a hard left hook into my ribs, and I let out a gasp from the pain of your light weight glove crushing into my rib cage. As your right elbow comes in at my eye, I twist my face, so that the elbow lands on the side of my head, sparring my eye but it feels like my head is going to come off. Just by muscle memory, I try to counter with a sharp left shovel hook towards your liver, hoping to go under your right before you can full retract it, and then a right uppercut towards your chin.......going toe to toe now, even though I've gotten the worst of it to this point.....

Brit: My right elbow connects to the side of your head with a bone on bone *THUK* ..your look shovel hook below my right, driving into my liver.. shutting me down for a second on impact.. my knees buckle and my body twists.. my entire face winces up with an ugly cringe, mouthpiece showing.. "USSnnnnng....!" ..then *THWACK* getting clipped with a rough uppercut to the chin, "GNGH!" .."snapping my head back with my shoulders then body following.. staggering back towards the cage..

Patti: As you stagger back from the impact of my shovel hook and uppercut, I come forward at you, and when you reach the cage wall, I try to go low, to do a double leg take down, trying to place my hands behind your knees, and pull them up and forward, wanting to crash your back on the canvass if I can, and then try to do a mount......

Brit: You're right there with me the moment my back meets the cage wall.. tensing me up with a perfect level change, throwing your arms around the back of my knees, pulling my legs out from under me.. my back lands to the canvas with my head and shoulders harshly kinking up against the fencing.. my hands palm the ground to try and adjust, but you're quick to slip into full mount.. my hands immediately come up to cup your firm hips.. extending with a rough shove as I thrust my hips up with a buck and twist and the same time.. going for a rollover.. "Nrraaah!!"

Patti: Normally I would not attempt a double leg take down, as its risky, but I figured I could take you down after delivering the hook to the liver and the uppercut to the chin, and I was right. I get into a full mount, and rear up onto my knees, bending my body forward, to get into the right distance for maximum punching power, bring both gloved fists up, about to pulverize your unprotected face, when suddenly you give my hips a strong shove, and at the same time you buck up sharply using your hips and twist, causing me to lose my balance, and flipping me onto my back towards the side away from the wall, and you rolling into the top position! I react quickly by spreading my legs and trying to coil them around your mid section, hoping to put you in a body scissors to block you from moving to a full mount. SHIT SHIT SHIT!

Brit: I manage to get the rollover.. but it comes at a cost when you smartly pull guard.. I end up working you to your back with me rolling over to my knees.. your legs quick to make sure to swing up and around my waist, preventing me from advancing in the moment.. I posture up regardless, wanting to keep up some aggressive pressure and keep you defensive.. my palms shove down at your shoulders so I may sit up.. wasting no time in bringing down a left then right-right-right-left hammer fists up high towards your head/face.. "Nyaa nya nya nya!"

Patti: I get you in between my thighs in a scissors, locking my ankles together behind your back, preventing you from moving up forward further, and certainly if you pinned my arms with your knees, it would be all over, but this does not mean I’m out of the woods. You rear up on your knees, and I know a pounding is going to come……and it does……I raise my guard quickly to protect my face, but your left and right hammer fists are relentless, as though you are possessed, wild spirit that has broken out… I block the first couple of rights, but the third right knocks my gloved fist away, letting in your left to hammer my nose, causing a dribble of blood to come out and my face contorts with pain coming from the brutal strike. I try to squeeze harder with my scissors around your middle, and then try to twist my hips to turn you off me..

Brit: My hammer fists rain down with gusto.. your forearms predicatively cover up in a flash, striking down against your guard more times than not, with my last right splitting your guard enough for my left to bat down at the front of your face and tagging your nose.. feeling your legs suddenly squeeze harder around my waist, forcing some of my breath to rush out and for me to hold in the rest.. your legs extended, ankles locked for extra pressure.. my face twists up.. hearing the 10 second clack sound off, nearing the end of the first round.. my left hand palms down at your hard right thigh.. my right fist hooking a shot to your body before leaning down with a hard right hooking elbow towards the left side of your head.. "Essh.. NAH!"

Patti: I can't twist you off me, but I'm clearly making you suffer some, as I squeeze harder, and making it harder for you to breath. I hear the 10 second warning, and take a right hook to my ribs.....ugggg.....and then you lean down, I can feel your breath on my face, as you send an elbow to the side of my head with your right, but my guard is up and I block it, and try to grab your wrist with my right hand, hoping to hold you down so I can swing a left hook at your jaw......and then DING!.....the bell rings....the ref shouts break, and I open my legs to let you out of the scissors.....I'm covered with sweat, breathing hard, my ribs aching from that last hook you gave me, and my nose is bleeding from your hammer fist..

Brit: You block my right elbow, and are quick to grab onto my wrist with your right hand, taking my arm out of play and opening my head/face up for that left hook that smacks my jaw with a good audible *THAP* sound despite fighting off your back.. the bell sounds just as you connect.. my jaw dropping the instant I feel the pressure of your legs subside.. opening up to let me out.. I prop myself up, both hands to your flat stomach to help me work to my knees.. giving your core a light *pat pat* of admiration.. giving you an expressionless nod as I stand up and step off to my corner between rounds.. I turn and sit, my coach coming around front with some words for me.. I pop out my mouth guard for some water, getting an ice pack on my swollen right eye and some attention to my bleeding nose.. I tilt my head back, getting worked on while I breathe..

Patti: I wait for you to stand before trying to get up, and give you a return nod of appreciation, a true fighter, I think. I go to my side of the octagon, spit out my mouth guard in a bucket, and listen to my coach, who has lot's of advice. I nod respectfully, as he towels me down. They stop the bleeding from my nose, and the the 1 minute break just seems to fly by, and I get a little more water, and my mouth guard is re-inserted, and then the 10 second warning comes up. I get to my feet quickly, bounce on my feet......then DING!....I move out to the center of the cage, both gloves just below eye level, no lead glove, both equidistant....

Brit: I stand up from my stool, getting a pat on the butt from my coach, I nod while I remain stoic in nature.. bouncing lightly.. hearing the bell coupled with a "Fight!" signal from the ref.. I skip out from my corner, heading straight for the center line to join you.. both gloves up, fingers curled slightly as I watch you carefully from behind my guard.. weaving a bit.. leading with my left.. faintest jab comes forward, but stops short.. keeping my right forearm up as I draw my right knee up in towards me to flick up the ball of my foot for a front kick straight to your navel.. thrusting my weight into it within range.. "Nna!"

Patti: I meet you in the center, and I begin to bob from side to side eratically, but neither of us are in the mood to circle. I see a jab start to come out, but ignore it, the distance is too great, and then you raise your right knee up, a clear signal that a kick might be coming, and it does, but I'm ready and turn sideways to my right, letting your kick pass just in front of my belly button, and I counter with a left side kick towards your abs, and as my left comes back, I skip towards you, and pivot on my right foot, and send out my left again, this time as as spinning back kick again at your belly..

Brit: My right front kick thrusts the air violently when you twist out of range from contact.. settling straight for that hard left side kick that clips just below my guard, tagging my tight abs with a SMACK.. "UUSH......!" ..I double over, dropping my arms as I hunch, just to take that well placed spinning back kick that catches most of my guard, but still staggering me backwards and creating distance.. reeling for my balance, skipping off to my right in a huff and hurting from those pair of kicks..

Patti: As my leg comes back in, I smile, realizing I won the kick fight, but there is much more fighting to be done. As you skip off too your right, I move to my left, to try to cut you off, confront you, and try to further take advantage of my last success. I try a left/right hook combo towards the sides of your face, hoping I can go around your guard, and then trying to step into you, I send a right straight out towards your solar plexus..

Brit: Your right on me as expected.. cutting the distance by skipping left to catch me circling.. my forearms come up, tucking in close to each side of my head to block that left-right hook combo.. biting down with my eyes squinting, tensed up in my tracks.. that right straight is just low enough to connect with me solar plexus with a good shot that curls me a bit on impact.. "Nn!" ..I look to level change straight away.. contemplating just shooting low, but I thrust in and stay up high for a clinch.. both arms wrap around the back of your neck to pull myself in close.. attempting to bide some time and avoid any strikes if I can.. I shove my weight forward to try and get you walking, not without shooting my right knee up towards your left side.. "Nrah!"

Patti: You block my hooks at your head like a pro-boxer, but those attempted head shots let's me sneak a shot to your solar plexus that I'm sure really hurt. I should have been ready, but you come forward to quickly, wrapping both arms around the back of my neck, pulling me tightly into you like I'm a long lost relative, our sweaty chests now pressed together, but then suddenly I have a sharp pain in mine side, as your knee clips into me, like a pro muay thai fighter might do. Your quick wrap of my neck leaves my a little unstable on my feet, and that sharp pain in my side does not help.....I try a short chopping hook to your side, but this is not going to bother much because the distance is too short....breathing hard, I try to bring my left hand up to your forehead to try to push your head back, but its hard to get leverage..

Brit: Taking that short chopping hook, sounds worse than it feels.. hugging you in check, my tummy tapping yours with each rapid breath.. I feel that left glove come up to my forehead, my neck straining from the pressure and my resistance.. I bit down, my head wrenching back a bit.. I take a lesson lesson out of my last training session while I've got you in the clinch.. my hands move to cup the back of your neck, locking my fingers the best I can while resting my forearms at your collarbones.. I take a quick a sudden hard step back with my right foot, separating my lower body from yours, just to come back in with a hard right knee up towards your solar plexus.. grunting with effort as I PULL down on your head at the same time.. "NEAAA!!"

Patti: I don't actually feel you locking your fingers together, but suddenly you take a step away, your hands still behind my neck, and as you step back, and the space between us opens, you pull down and forward on my neck, and then BAM!!!!.....your right knee comes up so fucking fast and hard....it strikes me just under my solar plexus, and it hurts worse than anything you've done tonight. My face is contorted in pain, and I bring my gloves up between your arms from underneath, pushing up hard, trying to break your hold, so I can stumble backwards as fast as I can, needing to get away..

Brit: I manage to land good n' hard.. resetting southpaw by default.. keeping my hands locked behind the back of your neck.. feeling your arms start to slither their way in to break the clinch.. sensing it slipping, and you wanting away.. I make sure to sneak my right elbow in towards the left side of your face before you break away from me.. I stagger a step back, but quickly chase just to throw a hard right roundhouse towards your body.. "Nyaa!"

Patti: I feel your hold breaking on me, but as your hands come away from the back of my neck, you try to slam a right elbow into my face, but my arms are now between your guard, and it just lands on my right forearm, I feel myself hyperventilating from the pain you just caused, and begin to retreat, and you throw a right roundhouse kick that catches me in the side, adding to my agony......I continue to retreat to the cage wall, as I try to work through the pain, my face now dripping with sweat, as I try to think....

Brit: My follow up right foot lands its target and you take the next few steps back to the cage wall.. I come forward, not wanting to let up in the moment.. I look to trap you near the cage with strikes, forcing you to stay defensive.. jabbing my left to your forearms but twisting my right fist to your liver.. aiming to swing up a left uppercut to your chin before backing off just out of range to bob and weave.. wanting to keep you guessing while taking advantage of your hurt..

Patti: I’m on the run, and you are quick to stalk me, but I’m working through my pain, and I know how to defend myself. I take a left to my forearms, and then I slap away your right to my body, but that leaves my head open, and your left uppercut swings up, I try to lean back, but the cage wall is behind me, forcing me forward, and the uppercut clips my chin, rocking my head. I feel woozy, but this fades quickly. You back out of range, clearly aware that a wounded animal can be dangerous. I raise my guard and circle to my right to get my back away from the wall, you just showed me how dangerous a place this is. I can hear the coach shouting instructions at me, but I'm too busy to listen..

Brit: I rock you with that left uppercut under the chin.. and it's clear that you're reeling.. I stalk you like prey, my eyes wide like a lioness seeing an opportunity.. I sidestep to my left to cut you off, forcing you to stay close and facing the cage.. I pop two quick left straight jabs up high towards your mouth.. my right arm drawing out to the side with a feinting low hook, seeing if I can force your guard down for when I twist and throw my right foot up high towards the left side of your head.. "NRAH!"

Patti: It’s obvious to me at this point, and probably to everyone around, that I’m losing this round, and maybe the entire match if I’m not careful. You’re now fired up, and I need you to make a stupid mistake, but this is a tall order. Damn….I need that bell……all these thoughts are whizzing through my mind….as you side step left to cut me off…..I keep my guard a little low, wanting to protect my body that was pounded by a brutal knee strike, so your left strikes out fast, pounding me in the mouth, once, then again…BAM! BAM! rocking my head back, splitting a lip so blood oozes down my chin. Your right goes down like its going for a body shot, so I do lower my guard, but I see you twist and as your right foot comes up for a high kick, at the side of my head, at the last possible moment I dive low, trying to slam my right shoulder into your left standing knee, wanting to drive you back onto the canvass and try to get a mount on your belly, desperate to get back in the fight..

Brit: My right high kick fails to land.. leaving me prone for that perfect single leg take down.. slamming your right shoulder into my left knee, taking it out of commission as you drive into me.. both hands and arms instinctively SLAP down behind me as I rock down to the canvas with a rough GRUNT escaping me on impact.. tensing up the moment you slip up into full mount.. I try and sit up enough to wrap both arms around your waist to pull you down in close.. not wanting you postured up on me to unleash hell.. getting my arms straight, grabbing onto my own left wrist.. puffing out my cheeks.. huffing.. my stomach pulsing.. feet planted, just resting flat for the moment..

Coach: "Move Brit.. Stay active, move.. Keep moving!"
Coach: "Plant and propel, use your weight and shift, roll her off you!"

Patti: I get you onto the canvass, and quickly move up your body to a mounted position, my groin now over your navel, but you curl upwards, wrapping your arms around my waist and pulling me down in close, and again our sweaty chests mesh together again. You lock your hand onto your wrist to secure me, and plant your feet between my legs.......I try to slide my left forearm under your neck, and clasp my left wrist with my right hand, using my right to increase the pressure on the sides of your neck, that is sandwiched between my left bicep and forearm...a kind of frontal choke...grunting as I try to squeeze..

Brit: I keep your body in check, preventing you from advancing on me.. getting what seem like blurred advice from my corner, just kinda rely on instinct and my training.. your left forearm muscles its way under my neck.. grabbing your own left wrist for support.. my entire face twists up, eyes squeezed shut.. your right really helping in increasing the pressure.. mounted with your mound to my navel.. I bring both hands up and around, blindly fishing to cup the front of your face.. feeling for a decent grip to cup and SHOVE roughly.. looking to spring my hips up, thrusting up and to my right with an attempt to dislodge you from your perch.. "NRAAH!"

Patti: Your hands come up to each side of my face, and you begin to twist my face, I try to resist, my sweaty face straining and breathing hard, but you are straining my neck, and as you thrust up on your hips, the pain in my neck forces me to roll of to my right, and now I'm breathing so hard, I continue to roll, wanting to get back to my feet as quickly as I can, hoping to get a guard reformed before you are up..

Brit: I manage to get you rocked up and off me.. I twist to continue facing you within the scramble.. you work back up to your feet and I plant my hands down to the canvas, not too soon following with a push back up to my feet..
bouncing off to my right nice and wide to reset in my orthodox stance.. raising my gloves back up in front of me.. huffing.. my chest and tummy heaving.. my right eye still bothering me a bit from earlier, knowing it's swollen as I can feel how hot it is.. I breathe and weave, hearing that 10 second clack sound off.. I stiffen up and show initiative by coming forward..

Patti: You come forward at me, showing more energy than what I have. I begin to bob and weave, just wanting to get through this round. As you come forward, I want to to stall you, and send out a snap kick towards your navel with my right foot, more a message to just stay away, than an energy packed kick.....and then DING!....

Brit: You stuff me in my tracks as I come forward.. your right foot snaps up towards me, but I shoot my left and right arms down to just kinda bat away your attempt with a loud *CLAP* sound more dramatic sounding than it really was.. I sway my arms out to the side afterwards then bring my guard back up as I reel a feel steps at the bell.. I huff.. nodding.. holding out my left fist towards you for a touch, but I'm kinda out of range, so I just nod before turning and heading to my corner.. getting toweled and iced on immediately.. sitting me down for some water and a good talk here..

Patti: I move towards my side of the ring at the sound of the bell, letting my gloved fists drop to my side, giving you a nod of appreciation. When I get there, coach gives me a pep talk, telling me I can do this in round 3. I get towelled down, and take water after taking out my mouth guard. My chest just under my solar plexus has a big black and blue mark where I took the knee hit, and I hold an ice pack over it. Someone puts some ointment on my split lip. And my mouth guard gets put back in. I hear the warning for the bell, and get back up on my feet, for the third and final round..

Brit: They check my right eye, getting the swelling down as much as they can between rounds.. my nose doing okay for now, needing to wipe away some blood, but otherwise good.. I breathe deep, inhaling through my nose, then out through my mouth.. my coach pops my mouthpiece back in and I chew down while standing back up to my feet.. hearing that 10 second warning.. I puff out my cheeks with a long exhale.. shaking my arms loose down at my sides and then coming out of my corner the moment I hear the bell and the ref call out another "Fight!" ..I set us on our water for the 3rd and final round.. I slink out towards the center line, raising my guard back up, elbows tucked in slightly, opening and closing my fists..

Patti: The bell rings, and I move out to the center, bouncing on the balls of my feet, and forming an orthodox stance, intending to rack up some points in round 3, because I feel like I took some damage in round 2. I extend my left towards you to signify a tap, and then circle right. I intend to take the fight to you, so I don’t circle for long, and lunge forward towards you. Seeing that puffy right eye, I go for a double jab towards your eye, expecting you will protect it, and then raise my right knee up, to chest level, to send a high teep kick towards your chin..

Brit: I keep a ready stance, weaving from behind my guard when you slink in within range.. my forearms up to catch that double jab towards my eye, able to bob out of the way from that.. seeing that right knee raise up to chamber a kick, sensing it at the right moment.. that high teep kick snaps upwards, so I quickly sidestep to my right with both hands helping to SMACK that leg/foot to the side, or at lease parry most of the impact.. skipping back a hard step, but making sure to drive forward with a straight right cross towards your chin.. "Nrah!"

Patti: My jabs get snuffed on your forearms, and I expect this, they were just a distraction so I could pound the ball of my foot under your chin, but you move fast, and sidestep the kick and also push the kick to the side, which rotates my body to the right a little, so your right cross comes in fast and heavy, smacking me in the chin, rocking my head back.....coach is shouting "GUARD UP PATTI!".......I raise my gloved fists higher, and step further towards you, going to throw caution to the wind, again a take a couple of head shots at you, first a left hook at your jaw, and then a right hook at your jaw, trying to rattle you, and stepping back, I chamber my right knee up again, and try the high kick towards your chin, hoping it might surprise you the second time..

Brit: My right cross connects, which makes me want to advance on you.. the corner yelling out to me to capitalize on this and follow up.. "Don't just throw one, Brit.. I told you.. follow it up!" ..I hear some frustration from my team, but I'm too in the moment to really listen to any advice.. I step in, but you're ready for me.. my guard is up, but your left hook sneaks around my right arm to catch my catch good and hard.. my head snaps to the side, met with a right hook to follow which bats my head the other way.. I arch and throw my forearms up for better protection.. but that right high teep kick snaps up through the middle of my guard with a wicked *CLAP* sound when the ball of your foot meets my chin.. rocking my head straight back and staggering me..

Patti: I hear your team shouting, maybe that leads you to stay in contact, but now my boxing skills are in full play, as I land both hooks, curving them around your guard, and as I expect, it has the impact of drawing your guard further apart, to protect the sides of your face, and it allows me to send a high kick through the middle of your forearms, pushing your gloves away, and slamming the ball of my foot into your chin. I move on you quickly, wanting to take advantage of the situation, I reach my left hand out, trying to take hold of your right wrist, a risky thing to do, but I'm betting you are hurting, and if I get hold of the wrist, I will try to pull it down and send a couple of fast right straights towards the center of your face..

Brit: My jaw pains me something fierce, and that rough kick to my chin rattled me enough to reel with some defense.. looking to separate, but you smell blood.. working your way in and quick.. I raise my guard again, but you're right there in front of me.. I reel back more towards the cage by default.. your left hand reaching out to snag my right wrist.. my arm muscling out to the side while my left hand comes up to plant against your chest as an instinctive way to try and keep you at bay.. but the front of my face is fed a pair of hard straight rights to the middle of my face.. the first one rocks me good and hard, batting my nose.. the second hit drops me a bit.. my knees buckle and I slink down some, using the cage as support, leaning my back up against it while I cover up..

Patti: I feel your left press into my breast, pushing me back, but I try to stay in contact, and after delivering those rights to the centre of your face, I now smell blood in the water like a shark, and pursue you, and I've got you traped on the cage wall, it is keeping you propped up, but you are covering up well with your forearms, and if I'm not careful, anything could happen, I reform my guard to also cover up, rather than pound at your guard, and use a lot of energy I don't have, I take a step back, and launch a snap kick with my right foot towards your navel, and then taking a step forward I lower my gloves to try to send a left/right straight combo at your solar plexus region.....

Brit: And with my guard up like that, covering high almost instinctively, not wanting to get popped in the face again.. you're able to reset after a step back.. snapping your right foot up towards my navel, catching below my guard and connecting.. my back rattled the cage again on impact.. doubling over slightly, needing to slink away off to the side.. your step forward allows for a hard left-right to my solar plexus, able to lower my elbows down enough to take the brunt of the shots to my tight tucked in guard.. I need to SHOVE out with both hands to your shoulders before trying to sidestep to my right to create some distance.. panting.. my left forearm subtly nursing my stomach...

Patti: I nail you in the gut with my snap kick, but you use your tight guard to snuff out my body punches, and with my guard still down, you reach out quickly, shoving my shoulders as you sidestep out to your right, creating distance between us. I move to follow you, bobbing from side to side, wanting to still go toe to toe....

Brit: You follow and I stay ready.. huffing from behind my guard, gloves up, fingers curled slightly.. bobbing, weaving as you work your way in to follow.. I created a bit of space, but it doesn't take long before we're within range again.. my corner yelling at me, with about half a round left for time.. I know I need to keep working and keep up this pace whether I like it or not.. I slink forward a step with my leading left.. my right hand feints up and to the side, just as a distraction to snap my right foot out towards your left calf.. finishing up by actually throwing that right fist straight for the front of your face.. "Nnyeea... Nnyea...."

Patti: I'm watching you closely, and then you right hand goes up, and to the side, so I don't see your right foot snap up, pounding into my left calf, that puts me off balance, twisting me a quarter turn to my left, just in time for a right staight to pound into my cheek, causing me stumble backwards several steps, as I try to reset my guard, now feeling exhausted, and beat up.......I test out my left leg, in pain, but decide it can take weight, so I circle to my right, and then advance on you, trying to blast a hole in your guard, sending a left/right/left combo of straight punches towards the center of your face...

Brit: I reel my leg back in as I get you stumbling.. following up cautiously, guard raising back up just in time to catch that hard straight left, which ultimately breaks my through my forearms enough to bat my face.. your quick right and another left cracks me more than I would like, finding some space where my arms aren't blocking as much.. I take as much pressure as I can in the pocket, staying in close to fire back.. first lifting my right knee up towards your already bruised solar plexus.. going on autopilot to fill out the rest of my combo with a right elbow above the eye, and a left hook to your ribs.. going for broke in the later end of this round..

Patti: We are now in full combat mode, both of us aware the round will end soon. My punches get slowed down by your guard, but appear to at least rattle you a bit. Your right knee comes up, but I lean back from it, so it only lightly grazes my chest, but as I come back in, you slam a right elbow just above my eye,opening a cut a trickle of blood comes down onto my face, the elbow strike twists my face to my right, and as I guard up high, a left hook slams into my ribs. I grunt in pain and try to send an overhand right over your left, aiming for your temple, and then a left hook at your jaw, neither of us willing to yield ground at this late stage...

Brit: That right elbow cuts you above the eye as intended and my left hook lands good and hard against your ribs.. but with my left arm lowered from the follow through, your swinging right overhand tags me square in the temple, rocking me aggressively and turning my attention straight into a hard left hook to the jaw just before my right arm can lift higher.. my head snaps to my left, throwing my arms up as I stagger awkwardly.. rattled, but I look to keep you at bay with a right knee lifting just to thrust out a stiff push-kick towards your middle..

Patti: This has become a real slug fest, both of us tired and hurting, and just wanting to knock the other out. I send you staggering backwards, and running on pure adrenaline, I move forward, only to encounter your right knee that pushes into my midsection, causing me to stumble backwards a few steps, grimacing in pain as you hit the already bruised region. I raise my guard and try to work through the pain as begin to circle to my right. I decide to go for broke, and approach you, feinting a left shovel hook punch towards your liver, and then I try to shoot my right arm over your left shoulder, hoping I can curve my arm around the back of your neck, my intention is to then pivot and swing my hip into your mid section, hoping to hip toss you to the canvass.....a risky move....

Brit: That left feinting hook baits me perfectly, even curling my body a bit to avoid a shot that doesn't come.. my guard lowered for protection.. but it's your right arm that is thrown up and around the back of my neck.. cinching me up in the moment to then pivot and swing your hip into my middle, hauling me up and over your hip, sinking me down to the canvas with a rough *THWAP* ..both sets of limbs slap down on impact.. "RUH!"

Patti: I execute a hip toss, and then as you land, I try to grab onto your right wrist with both of my hands, and teh drop onto my ass, obviously intending to try to stretch your right arm out straight and pull it between my legs if I can do it, my intent is to try to trap you in an arm bar submission hold......but it is as struggle to try to get hold of your wrist.......and with your sweat and mine, things are getting a bit slick..

Brit: You perform that perfect hip toss, sending me down to the canvas and going to work straight away.. wasting no time in latching onto my right wrist with both your hands.. that leverage allows you to take that arm in your control, extending it in towards you.. my back to the canvas as you quickly take charge in snagging this armbar.. your legs trapping my arm, feeling the back of your calves and knees against my chest, my forearm between your thighs as you wrench this on.. "Nnnrraahh!!" ..my eyes squeeze shut.. the ref stepping in closer for a good look.. my left hand reaches up, grabbing at your shin.. my hips twisting, trying to position myself more in towards you to lessen the pressure.. holding on.. my corner screaming as the ten second clack sounds off..

Patti: I hear the ten second clack go off, thinking oh, shit, why could I have not gotten this a few seconds earlier. I press my calves down hard on your chest, to keep you down, and I feel you pushing on my calf muscle, I try to push your arm further, trying to bend your elbow in a way that it is not meant to go, but there is not enough time to inflict enough pain to make you submit, and the DING! ..I immediately release the pressure on your arm and pull my legs off your chest, and then slowly stand, and offer you my hand to help pull you up. I intend to give you a firm hug when you you are standing, if you will allow it. And then I wonder, what a fight this was, blood is dripping down my face from the cut you opened up above my eye, i have a massive black and blue bruise in the center of my chest, and blood is dribbling from my nose. And I have no idea on how the judges will score this....

Brit: Thank FUCK for the bell.. this would have been yours 100% if only a few more seconds were allotted.. the ref calls for a "Stop!" ..and thankfully you immediately release.. I hold my right arm out still for a moment, slowly reeling it back in towards me carefully, nursing it a bit as I shift to sit up, working to my knees.. I peer up at you, nodding.. reaching up with my left hand though, getting worked back up to my feet.. I stay in close and just kinda lean into you.. chest to chest.. tiredly wrapping my left arm up and over your shoulder, giving your shoulder a *pat pat pat pat* ..keeping the hug going.. talking into your ear.. "You're fucking tough.. you're so good.." ..I pant, mumbling with my mouthpiece still in.. I eventually meet with my team and then head to the middle of the octagon for the judges decision..

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Published: 2022-11-04, viewed 90 times.