Female Boxing Federation

16:29 Erica: It's late on a Friday night and the Women's Boxing Gym is closed to everyone; well almost everyone. I'm a bit nervous as I'm already standing in the ring, under the dirty, dim lights. I'm wearing a red sports bra and tight black lycra shorts. My fists are wrapped and encased in a pair of red boxing gloves. I'd been doing well since joining the gym, but don't feel I've been tested yet; which is why I asked you to stay late tonight and join me in the ring. yt
16:31 Emily_Stanly: I now come out of the ladies changing room wearing a grey sports bra and some black gym shorts, blue 8 oz boxing gloves with white circles on them. I bite down on my black mouth guard as I slip between the top and middle ropes, and then slap my gloves together totake on a younger fighter. I bounce lightly on the balls of my feet as I approach Erica, and ask "Ready for this?" yt
16:33 Erica: I eye you as you come to the ring. Older, for sure, but also a little taller and bigger. I bite down on my mouth guard as I look to you and give you a nod. "I am, are you?" I ask. yt
16:35 Emily_Stanly: "OK, yes, I'm ready to rock!" I extend my gloves for a tap and then pull back to form an orthodox stance, left glove and foot leading, elbows tucked in tight. yt
16:37 Erica: I give you a bit of a smile as I tap your gloves as well, loving the enthusiasm. I then fall into a similar stance, left glove and foot leading though perhaps a bit looser than you. I waste no time striking out, popping out a pair of left jabs towards your face, testing your guard and timing. yt
16:40 Emily_Stanly: I begin to bounce lightly on the balls of my feet, and bob erratically side to side, and turn to form a diagonal to you, all with the intention of becoming a harder to hit target. You send out a couple of quick jabs at my face, and I use my gloves to block each punch. After the second jab, I try to go under your left, with a quick right hook aimed at trying to tag your lower ribs, and then I bounce off to my right. yt
16:42 Erica: I let out a grunt as you tag me in the lower ribs with a hook that hits with the snappy sound of leather on skin. I step with you though, keeping up with your erratic movements as I try to counter with a straight left at the right side of your face, then follow with a hard right hook to the stomach. yt
16:47 Emily_Stanly: You move to your left as I move right, staying with me. Then your straight left shoots out over my right hook, punching hard into the side of my face, snapping my head back. I raise my guard higher, and then your right hook comes in fast and under my elbows, pounding into my abs, that I tighten to absorb some of the impact. I grunt as breath is driven from my lungs, and I am impressed with your speed an power, my right side of my face turning a bit red from the straight left. I immediately couter punch with a quick left hook, towrds your jaw, hoping to go over your right shoulder, and then try to dance back a step. yt
16:48 Erica: My head snaps sharply as your hook catches me in the jaw as I try to roll with the punch, but feeling it's impact. You dance back a step and I don't persue right away. I take a step back, shake my head clear and reset my guard. I then come in, leading with my left, a jab high in your guard, trying to keep it high before going for a sharp right hook to your gut. yt
16:53 Emily_Stanly: My face still stings from your last shot, and I keep it high to block your jab, but then you swing a right hook towards my abs, and I twist my body right to take the blow on my left forearm, and then snap back a double set of jabs with my left, trying to tag your nose. then try to step left. yt
16:57 Erica: My right doesn't get the impact I want, and my head snaps back sharply as you get some pay back with a pair of jabs that water my eyes. Stick and move is working for you so far as I step to the right and turn to stay with you, keeping you infront of me while still moving my body to make a difficult target to hit. I throw a left jab then turn into a right hook, trying to put some power into a shot to break through your guard and get a little pay back for that hook to the jaw with one of my own. yt
17:02 Emily_Stanly: You are good at staying with me, not wanting to let me step away, always staying in striking distance. I use my right glove to block your jab, stopping it cold, but then your right hook comes in, fast, and it curves around my left guard, slamming me hard in the jaw, twisting my face to the right. My eyes water from the blow, spit flys out of my mouth. I', forced to stumble to my right, and then take a couple of quick steps back fro you, as I reset my guard, and begin to bounce on my feet again. yt
17:04 Erica: I smile bit as my hook nails you clean and good. I want to keep the pressure on and I try to adjust my targets to keep your guard guessing. As you come back towards me I turn my body into a hard left uppercut aimed low at your abs, trying to rob the wind from you and set up a second right hook to the side of your head. yt
17:10 Emily_Stanly: I can barely get my bearings before the younger woman is on me again. You send in a hard left uppercut at my abs, I see your left shoulder dip, so I tighten my abs to take the shock and impact of the blow, but it still hurst and I grunt from the impact. I figure your right is going to come next, and probably high, and I'm right, so I weave under the hook, and send a right straight out towards your solar plexus region as I'm low, and as I come back up, I try to target your chin with a left uppercut, using my rising body a twist of my hips to increase the power, trying to slice it through the middle of your gaurd. yt
17:12 Erica: I go to the well too many times and you make me pay for it. "OOOOOOF" I groan out as your right digs into my solar plexus, my diaphragm spasming and the air leaving my lungs. I try to come in an clinch up with you, but you come back up hard and your left hits my chin. My head snaps up sharply, spittle flying and my mouthguard almost leaving my mouth. I stagger back flat footed a few steps before my legs give out and I hit the canvas on my ass. "Ugh..." I groan, shaking my head. yt
17:15 Emily_Stanly: I'm breathing hard, and now sweating hard. I feel both my right and left hit hard, and you go down like a sack of potatoes onto the canvass. I take a couple of steps back now, and give you a wicked smile. I begin to count, but figure you will be up before I reach 10. One, two, three......yt
17:17 Erica: I see you give me a wicked smile and I give you a bit of a glare in return. It was a clean exchange that you got the better of, but that doesn't keep it from angering me that you got me on my ass. I work the count though, allowing you to go all the way up to seven before I get back up to my feet. Showing some redness and bruising from our eschanges, sweat slicked, I bring my guard back up and nod to you. yt
17:20 Emily_Stanly: At the nod, I reform my guard, and then advance on you quickly, hoping to take any advantage of lingering disorientation that you might have. I figure your SP might be tender, so I feint a quick right straight at your midsection, and the send out my real attack, a left hook towards your jaw line, smiling at you to try to keep you disarmed. yt
17:22 Erica: I focus in on you as I used the count to clear my head. You feint at my middle bit I can see your shoulder is loading up on the left side. I am just able to duck under the left hook. As it sails over my head I throw a hard left hook of my own into your gut. Then as I straighen back up I try to catch you with a blistering right hook to the side of your head. yt
17:27 Emily_Stanly: I'm bouncing on my feet as I come forward, but then I telegraphed my left hook, you move under the hook, and my left glove just awipes through empty airspace over your head, and leaves me unbalanced and wide open. I pay a heavy price now, as you slice a wicked left hook into my belly button, leaning me forward into a massive right hook that pounds the left side of my face, and then sweeps me off my feet, landing me on my right side down on the canvass, for the second knockdown of the evening. I groan out loud as I blink my eyes, after feeling like a brick slammed me in the fucking face. yt
17:29 Erica: It's my turn to give off the wicked smile as I get a little pay back and take you to the canvas. It felt good and I take a few steps back, dropping my glove as I see you looking pretty rough, eyes blinking as I think much like me that punch took you by surprise. "One....two...three..." I begin to count. yt
17:31 Emily_Stanly: I hear you counting...."count slower!" I hiss. And then at the count of 7, I push myself up off the canvass, and then onto some shakey legs. I back away away from you, and raise my gaurd. I try to steady myself, and wave you on. yt
17:33 Erica: Your comments brings a bit of a laugh from me as I count the same speed you did. "Get up faster." I reply. But when your guard comes up, does does mine. I come forward and try to pressure you a bit, pushing aggressively as I throw a pair of left jabs at your head followed by a right to the ribs. yt
17:38 Emily_Stanly: You come forward quickly, and your younger age now playing to increased stamina. I'm going to have to rely on experience now, although this is my first fight in a while. I block the jabs at my head with easy, but then you send a right into my ribs, making me blink my eyes and exhale some air from the sting. I'm going to try to take advantage of my weight and height, so want to go toe to toe, and counter punch with a left hook towards your ear, trying to go over your shoulder, and then I dip my shoulder to try to send a right uppercut towrds your chin, sweat splattering from my body with the movements. yt
17:41 Erica: I've never been one to back down or back off, even against a bigger girl. It's a blessing and a curse. "UGH" I grunt as your counter left catches me flush in the ear. My head knocks to the side ad my body with it. This brief loss of equilibrium proves a blessing as it leads to me avoiding that uppercut. With you extended, I try to keep working your body with a right hook to the ribs followed by a left hook to the stomach, my hips turning to put power behind each punch .yt
17:44 Emily_Stanly: I smash a hook into your ear, but that sends you off target, so my right just smashes up some empty air, and you are so fast.....counter punching with a right/left hook combo to my ribs and abs, your gloves basically pounding my body like Rocky pounding a slab of beef! I gasp out from the blows, but try to stand my ground and not retreat, still thinking I'll go toe to toe, and counter with a left and right hook at your jaws, trying to go head hunting! yt
17:48 Erica: We're both being a bit wreckless here. Your core work is impressive, as you take the punches that I thought would at least slow you down, if not take you to the mat. Guard dropped, your counter hooks nail me flush, knocking my head to the left, then the right, the second push bringing a spray of sweat and bloody spittle from my mouth. I manage to stay on my feet, popping out a defensive left jab at your nose before tightening my guard up and backing off, trying to shake my head clear. yt
17:52 Emily_Stanly: I slip my head to the right to let your jab strike the air on the side of my head, but don't try to immediately pursue you, as you've landed some nasty punches on me, and they are now taking a toll. Instead, I try to circle to my right, for a couple of moments, and then step towrds you, sending a couple of jabs towrds your mouth, and then the jabs keep your gaurd high, I try to take a half step closer, and try to send a digging left shovel hook punch towrds your liver region. yt
17:55 Erica: I get my breath somewhat regular again, tasting the coppery taste of blood on my tongue as I keep my guard high and block your jabs with my glove. You mask tha tshove hook well and I try to tighten my core to make a muscle wall to defend my liver, but I'm a moment too late. "IUGH..."I groan out as the punch digs in. I feel my body's reaction to the blow start and I push into you, getting in your guard and clinching in thigh with you as I try to smother any follow up and get my bearings back. yt
17:59 Emily_Stanly: I get my shovel hook punch in, and you lurch forward quickly, wrapping me in a tight clinch. I can feel your breath on my neck and as I try to wist around to throw you off, as our sweaty bodies merge into one. yt
18:01 Erica: I lean my weight into you and press my face and forehead against yours, grinding it in the clinch as I try to get my breath back. You are strong and bigger though and you are fighting me off. You shrug me off and I stumble a step, but try to catch you with a sharp right hook to the center of your face, hoping to cut off any attempt to press your advantage. yt
18:04 Emily_Stanly: I'm not prepared as you slide off from the clinch, my gloves are at chest level, and then I eat a sharp right hook in the centre of my face, causing a small dribble of blood to run out of my nose. The hook snaps my head back, and I stemble back a couple of steps, trying to get my gloves raised back up as the rope catches my back and stops me from falling. yt
18:07 Erica: I back off a few steps as well, still feeling the dull, radiating pain from that liver punch as I see you hit the ropes. I try to step in, hoping to cut the ring off a bit and shift the momentum, throwing a hard right hook into your floating ribs, then a left uppercut to your solar plexus. yt
18:10 Emily_Stanly: I'm keeping my guard high and suddenly take a hard right hook to the flaoting ribs, and it leans me forward a bit. I turtle up, and take the uppercut on my forearms, and then try to counter punch with a right hook towrds your rib cage, sweat dripping from my body, and tasting the blood from my nose on my lips as I try to defend. yt
18:12 Erica: My guard low from my attack, I'm able to turn my body and take that right hook on my forearm rather than my ribs. I then try to counter, trying to swing a hard left hook over your shoulder and catch you in the side of the head before you can reset. yt
18:14 Emily_Stanly: The left now comes over my shoulder, and crashes into my jaw, twisting my face to my left. I bite down hard on my mouth piece to keep it from flying out, and I now slide down the ropes, trying to circle around you to get off from them, and send a jab towards your chin as I try to pull away. yt
18:17 Erica: I step with you, keeping the ring cut off for you for now as we continue to stay toe to toe in this woman vs woman battle. Your jab catches me in the chin though, and when my head pops back and I'm float footed for a moment you manage to circle around. I snarl a bit through blood stained lips as I turn to keep you in front of me, stepping in and pestering you with high, left jabs, trying to force your guard up and make room for a hard right to the solar plexus. yt
18:22 Emily_Stanly: I manage to slip around you, and fell some relief as I slip off from the ropes, and even manage to snap a jab into your lips. But you still won’t back off, and come at me with some high and low jabs, that I’m blocking, but they are disorienting, making me guess where you are going to strike next, until you land a hard right straight into my solar plexus, pain radiates out in all directions, and I close my forearms over my midsection, and lean forward slightly as I begin to back away. Needing to recoup from the burning pain. yt
18:24 Erica: THe fight is wearing on both of us at this point as sweat and blood both are starting to drip from out bodies. I can tell that blow winded you bad and I try to press in, going head hunting as your guard drops, turning my body into a power left hook to your jaw. yt
18:27 Emily_Stanly: My body is now aching and that shot to the solar plexus was simply stunning in more ways than one. I know you will come after me fast, and with my guard down, it is obvious you are going to go for a head shot. I weave under it, and then try open my arms in attempt to wrap them around you in a clinch, hoping I can bully you with my greater body weight. yt
18:29 Erica: "Fuck" I hiss out in frustration as my punch misses and I end up with a sweaty boxer on top of me in a clinch. I grumble and goran as we struggle, but you have the ability to bully me a bit given the fatigue and size difference. I try to fight against it, throwing the occasional short hook to the body as I try to twist and throw you off. yt
18:31 Emily_Stanly: I hang onto you for dear life, wanting to hold out to let the pain in my midsection subside even a little bit. You twist and turn, and then I let you go, stepping back, but sending a jab at your chin, as I bring my guard back up. yt
18:32 Erica: You let me go and makes me taste lether again as my head snaps back from the jab. I back off a few steps and reset as well, glaring at you. "You're a tough old bitch..." I say with a mix of respect and distain. yt
18:35 Emily_Stanly: I smile back at you, and then circle to my right, and the quickly step closer, sending a double set of jabs towards your mouth, hoping the first my open a whole in the guard for the second one to land. Now a bit flat footed from exhaustion and pain. yt
18:37 Erica: I grunt as that second jab knocks my head back, bloody spittle flying as my lip is badly split now. I try to swing a counter out, my right fist trying to catch you in the head over the shoulder with a hook. I try to follow it with a solid left to the gut as we go toe to toe again, both of us flat footed and exhausted. yt
18:40 Emily_Stanly: My jab catches you, but you are fast to counter, landing a right hook on the side of my head, a nasty blow, nearly knocking out my gum shield, then a left in the gut. The hook twists my head to the right, and the left doubles me over, knees now wobbly and feeling like they will buckle under me at any time. I blink my eyes to clear my vision which is blurred. yt
18:43 Erica: My eyes widen a bit as I can see you are knock kneed and you almost buckle to your knees. I try to help you find the rest of the way to the mat as I dip slightly and throw a power right upperuct at your lowered chin. yt
18:45 Emily_Stanly: I'm stunned from the hook, and now leaning forward from the shot to the gut, and then suddenly you shoulder dips, but I see it too late, and your gloved fist slashes upward, POUNDING me in the chin. The impact knockes me backwards off my feet, landing me on my back, my vision blurrs and I become glasy eyed as I land on the canvass, maoning. yt
18:48 Erica: I stumble back a few steps, and almost go to one knee as I pant for breath. I see you on the mat, on your back, head lulling around. "One...two...three..." I pant out in a count, gloves hanging at my sides. yt
18:50 Emily_Stanly: I'm breathing hard, and totally disoriented, its like what the fuck just happened, and the lights above me seem to be swirling in circles, and its like the ring is is circling and moving too....yt
18:51 Erica: You barely move as I look down at you struggle to get your wits back. We've battered the hell out of each other, my body showing signs with brusies an dblood. "four....five...six...seven..." I continue to pant out. yt
18:53 Emily_Stanly: I hear the count progressing, and begin to sit up, and then try to push up to get my knees under me, but then the fucking ring moves again, and like a punch drunk bitch, I just collapse back down on the canvass. yt
18:54 Erica: My breath is starting to normalize some as I watch you start to get up, only to fall back down. "Eight...nine..." yt
18:56 Emily_Stanly: I'm barely lucid, and after falling forward, I hear the count of 9, I press my gloves under me, and push up a little, but my bell has been good and rung. Again, I just lie back down, and the count of 10 comes.....and the ring is still moving in a circle......argggggg yt
18:57 Erica: I let out a sigh of relief as I say ten and you stay down. "Fuck..." I mutter as I bring my glove up to my mouth and unfasten it, removing it, and then the other before stepping over to you, offering a hand. "You're tough as hell Emily..." yt
18:59 Emily_Stanly: I turn over as you approach, and give you an arm to help pull me to my feet, still feeling a bit woozy, not to mention totally beat up. “Well, I guess not as tough as you Erica, you got a mean uppercut!” yt
19:00 Erica: I help you to your feet and then pull you in for a hug. "Rematch, anytime." I reply with a smile through my busted lips. yt

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