Female Boxing Federation

23:35 Emily_Stanly: Vimo and I have both fought Natalie Bosques in unlicensed boxing matches, and have won our fights, and it now seems we have to fight each other for the underground American boxing title. We can only fight each other in unlicensed boxing matches as she is a light bantam weight and I am a light welter weight. But fight we must, and there is an open title at stake, along with a $10,000 cash prize to the winner. I’ve trained hard for this fight, and intend to make my weight and height advantage count. You are not logged in. You are not logged in. You are not logged in. You are not logged in.
23:35 Emily_Stanly: Of course, there is an age factor, me being 45 and her being 23, that could impact on speed and stamina and ring experience, but we will just have to see. I’m Emily, and I weigh in at 140 lbs, stand at 5 ft 8 in, and I come from England. I enter the ring wearing a grey sports bra, some short black boxing trunks, black boxing boots, and a white mouth guard. As I take my red corner, I slap my blue gloves together for effect, roll my shoulders up and down, and then throw my arms over the corner ropes and breath in and out to control my emotions, knowing the young woman I will fight is a very skilled boxer capable of fast footwork and fast punching. Yt
00:16 Gloves-down: Riding on two consecutive wins puts me at a 2-0 record coming back into the boxing scene. My next goal was to earn a belt that I could proudly wear across my waist. So far, I haven't been able to find challengers near my weight class but an unlicensed boxing match happened to spread to those that were interested. This would be the toughest challenge by far based on obvious factors. Standing at 5 ft 5 in, weighing nearly half my opponent, I had stepped into the ring to represent America. I threw short little uppercuts to display the black grant gloves with golden thumbs, gladiator shorts and boots to match the attire. My corner slipped in a mouth guard with a harsh slap to my back which I quickly roll out from the stinging pain. With the taps of my gloves, I went out to the center ready to tap gloves.
09:51 Emily_Stanly: I watch you punch the air with some uppercuts, marvelling at how much energy you have to waste. A small, but real power package of energy. We go out to ring centre and the ref gives some of the usually instructions, and then we tap gloves, so very traditional. The big difference between an underground fight at this venue and a licensed boxing match is that the ref is unlikely to declare a TKO if a fighter stops defending, and they don’t score points. The fight ends in a KO or if one of the fighters actually submits. So these fights are a little riskier for sure, but the money and trophies are good. We are returned to our corners, and I form an orthodox stance, left glove and foot leading, elbows properly tucked in, right glove in near my chin. Suddenly DING!. I move out to the ring centre, to meet you, and begin to bob erratically from side to side, as I bounce lightly on the balls of my feet, and then start moving to my right, expecting to circle around you. yt
00:47 Gloves-down: When the bell rung, I came out to the centre as well with more of a relaxed guard. The left glove hanging low along my ribs and the right glove hugging against my chin. The way you bobbed erratically meant you were ready to go at me and as soon as you moved to the right to circle, I stepped to the left to cut off your movement. First, I needed to test your reach for what I can exploit with a sharp left jab reaching for your body then stepping off to your right again, weaving my head around with a right hook headed for your ribs.
00:48 Gloves-down: Yt
00:57 Emily_Stanly: When you come out to meet me, I’m a little surprised by your relaxed stance, one glove hanging low near your rib cage. They say to expect the unexpected in the boxing ring, and I’m taken back a little, by your move to cut off my rightward movement. Surprised that the smaller woman wants an immediate confrontation with me. You then come into my guard, and a quick jab between my elbows, taking me by surprise as your gloves pops me in the sternum, and then you move to my right, and send a right hook to my ribs, so I twist my body to the right, to take the hit on my left elbow, and then snap off a quick left straight left back at your nose, and then take a step back, as I want to take advantage of my greater reach. yt
13:52 Gloves-down: The center bone takes a brief jab along with an elbow that catches a soft hook early on. The moment that you caught my hook, you unleashed a left straight with the same glove to which I weave my head out of the way. My eyes extended up in amazement since your elbow flew part my ear. That wingspan of yours was going to be tough to deal with and even more so now that you were trying to gain the distance to play to your reach. I quickly hopped forward in an attempt to deny the reach advantage you had, still keeping low and going for a sharp left jab to the trunkline then twisting at the hips on planted feet for a left hook to your liver.. ssst.. UUSH!
13:52 Gloves-down: Yt
14:05 Emily_Stanly: My left straight hits only some air, as you are very fast and weave your head under it. As I try to pull back to achieve a more favourable distance, you step forward, and staying low, you snap out a sharp jab into my trunk line, making me give out a grunt of surprise, and then making a quick twist, you send a fast hook to my liver region, but I’m quick to dip at my knees, and take the hit on my right forearm. Again I try to take a small step back, as you have entered inside my comfort zone, and try to go for some straight punches, a combo of a left/right fired down towards your face, trying to blast your guard out of the way, and then I try to circle right and try to keep you at a distance so I can achieve best extension for a second combo of straight punches, again jab/right straight at the centre of your face, again trying to just use simple force to blast through those gloves. yt
14:13 Gloves-down: Scoring another blow this time along the trunkline, I knew well that I wouldn’t be able to land a liver blow early on but no matter. That step back again meant you really wanted to play to your range so when those straight punches came in, I tried weaving past the left one but was a tad slower on the movement this time, knocking the top of my forehead back and the right, I went for a parry but the force just smacked my glove back into my nose that rebounded my head… nnngh… mmfff.. Another flurry in the form of a jab straight combination come through and I go for a tighter guard this time.. taking the blows on the glove but again the power alone squeezes your 8oz gloves straight through mine and unleashes on my face with ease to pop me.. mmmf..mmmph… it’s not like I couldn’t take these hits.. but taking multiple in one go would end up wearing me down over time. I began bobbing my head from side to side, rolling the upper body and sliding forward to try and anticipate how your jabs..
14:15 Gloves-down: Would shoot out at me. This time, I aimed higher. On the hop forward, I felt my toes make contact with the canvas and fished out a high left jab in an attempt to reach for nose… a second left jab trying to score lower along the chin that followed with a double right hook, one to the belly button and one along the ribs since I needed to lower your stature to make your head more available to me.
19:56 Emily_Stanly: My jabs/and straights are working, some getting dodged because of your fast reflexes, like a cat, and some pounding through your guard. Clearly the guard is diminishing some of the power of my punches, as they don’t have quite the effect that I had hoped, so I need to start boxing cleaver, and get in some clean shots. Your head is bobbing around, a moving target is harder to hit. Then you make your move forward, moving into your optimal strike zone, and a high left jab comes for my nose, and I use my gloves to block, but your jab punches my gloves back towards my face, as I open my guard a little, to see where you are, a second jab comes between my gloves and POPS me in the chin, my head snaps back, and I bite down on my mouth guard, and raise my gloves higher, but suddenly BAM BAM….a right hook to my navel and a right hook to my ribs, I grimace from the impact, and then try to step back, needing a couple of moments to reset before I re-engage with you. yt
20:26 Gloves-down: Three consecutive shots landed with ease and you already began stepping back in an attempt to reset yourself. You can take all the time you want to reset yourself but I wasn’t going to let it happen. Tucking in the elbows and let my gloves rest against my cheeks, I rushed over to you to close the distance, gloves and arms pressed up against yours to stay close and out of your distant range. First, a right hook comes barreling in for your ribs hard.. UUSHH.. then a second… and a third.. USSH ISSSHH! My gloves still stay up by my face and against your arms in an attempt to keep you stationary then I pivot off to your right to give a left hook directly against your bicep!
20:26 Gloves-down: Yt
20:37 Emily_Stanly: As soon as I try to pull back, you rush forward into me, keeping nearly on top of me, staying with me like a pit bull terrier. You are so close I can feel your hot breath on my chin! I’m keeping a high guard, and your shorter stature puts you in position to begin to work over my ribs, right BAM! left BAM! I grunt out and my face grimaces from the sharp pain of the those black gloves pounding my ribs. I sense another hook is coming from your right and drop my left guard to parry the hook out to the side, but a moment later you step to my right and before I know it, a hook snaps by right bicep with your left! The little bitch seems to be on fire, moving fast and punching fast. mtc
20:37 Emily_Stanly: I squeeze my fist in my right glove to try to shake off some of the pain from the bicep punch, and then turn to square off with you, trying to send a left jab towards your cheek, and then trying to retract my left, and send a left hook towards your jaw, trying to curve it around your right guard, desperately needing to slow you down. yt
20:47 Gloves-down: Inside boxing is more of my preference and keeping you here is the name of the game. If I wanted to win, I needed to make sure you’re playing to my hand! The left jab you sent was surely to be awkward with the close distance. I was able to weave my head back just enough to avoid a damaging blow but the leather just scraped across my cheek, inviting a painful sting then a left hook coming for my jaw allows me to push forward with my head nearing your core then roll off to your left side so I could come over the top with an overhand right for the tip of your chin!
20:47 Gloves-down: Yt
20:56 Emily_Stanly: I shoot my jab off, but we are just to close, and I can't get any power into it, as I can't properly extend my arm. Instead I just pushed my glove glove over your cheek, not a blow but a scrape. My left hook does not land, as you push closer into me, my glove landing behind you! You roll off to my left side, and then your overhand right comes up, nailing my wide open chin, snapping my head back, and I stumble back a couple of steps out of control, my gloves rotate round and round out to the side as I try to regain my footing, but its to no avail, and I land on my ass, humiliated by a smaller fighter. I shake my head, not believing you scored a knock down! I see the ref push you towards a neutral corner, and begins a count 1>>>>2...yt
21:00 Gloves-down: In all honesty I was surprised! A wave of shock enveloped me as I was pushed over to a neutral corner. I still bounced from toe to toe because I didn’t want to rest in the corner but.. to put the older, taller, heavier and more experienced lady on her ass was definitely something I’ve always wanted to do. I watched the ref just begin counting down but I’m sure I didn’t earn myself a 1st round knockout that fast..
21:03 Emily_Stanly: I blink my eyes to clear my vision, I'm fully concious and not terribly injured, more so my pride. So At the count of 8, I get back to my feet, and bounce a little, to show everyone I'm ok. The ref looks me over, and I insist I can fight, so he waves both of us back to the centre, and shouts "BOX!" yt
21:13 Gloves-down: Taking the full 8 count was a very smart idea seen by the veteran herself. As you get back to your feet and the ref called for us to box, I resumed right where I started by shuffling out over to you, looking to close the distance once again as I hold both my gloves up. I eyed your trunk line as an available target so I went up for a left jab.. turning this into a feint and instead hopped over on your right side for a left hook to your liver this time but rather than finishing the combination there, I prodded away at your guard with jab.. after jab... after jab just to make sure I could keep you within range.
21:13 Gloves-down: yt
21:22 Emily_Stanly: The fight now resumes, and you close the distance on me rapidly, denying me my reach advantage. My gloves are up, and suddenly you jab at my trunk line, so I lower my right to try to parry your jab, but it is only a feint, and suddenly you bounce to my right side, to send a hook to my liver, but it lands on my lowered glove, thank goodness. You start peppering me with fast jabs, each landing on my guard. I bounce back a step, trying to get you at more distance, and then counter punch with a left/right straight combo towards your forehead, trying to go over your guard and then a quick left hook at your ribs, hopping the shots at your forehead would distract you and raise your guard. yt
21:32 Gloves-down: I made a terrible mistake of going low for your trunk line instead of feinting for your head, otherwise I would've had a clean liver shot that could've put you on the canvas for a second time in a row. My jabs continue becoming a nuisance, smacking away at your guard but allowing you to bounce back more. I knew I could let you have this so I stepped forwards but then a counter left/right straight came for my forehead. I tucked my gloves in to weave through the first straight then leaned back to parry the right straight with my right glove. Now I knew you were open. Twisting at the hips came a heavy left hook for your jawline only for a quick left hook from you jams into my ribs.. UUFFF.. There was a physical jolt from my body when it landed and stumbled over to the side two steps. I needed to keep pressing on with a double left jab shot up high but with more force as I looked to pierce through those gloves then a short right uppercut to the navel and springing up with a right uppercut
21:32 Gloves-down: headed for the chin
21:32 Gloves-down: yt
21:51 Emily_Stanly: I feel Like I’ve got you now, as I avoid a simply nasty shot to my liver, my straight shots to your forehead miss, striking air and then getting one parried, but then I land a wicked left hook to your ribs, that actually breaks up a left hook attempt towards my head, and sends you off to the side. BRAVO! I tell myself, getting in the groove now. I keep my guard high, blocking two jabs to my face, I start to send a right straight towards your nose, but this intercepted as suddenly a quick right uppercut to my navel bends me forward a tad, gasping out breath, and leading me to spread my guard apart, as suddenly a ripping uppercut comes between my gloves and pounds into my chin, knocking my head back, and causing me to stumble back a few steps, this time the padded corner turn buckle stops me from falling, but I feel woozy and a little stunned as I blink my eyes, and start to raise my guard back up. yt
23:25 Gloves-down: “Isla catches Emily wish a swift uppercut to the chin! She’s looking quite wobbly folks!” A little smirk appeared on my face now that I was able to get a good feeling for your chin. It was quite strong.. but I felt that the more I put pressure on it, the less your body will end up listening to you as time went on. The blink of the eyes and the raised guard said a lot but I knew I need to control my pace otherwise I’d sap up my energy fast since I’ve been more or less in control of this round. I come in close once again, gloves resting along your forearms to be a nuisance, the corner not allowing you to go anywhere.. this was a perfect set up for me. A tight left jab coming in for your core.. right hook trying to slam into your trunkline once again.. I eye your solar plexus and tighten my fist for a left shovel hook!
23:25 Gloves-down: Yt
23:40 Emily_Stanly: As the 10 second warning buzzer sounds, you move in closer, and you push your gloves onto my forearms, a humiliation as well as a nuisance. I glance down briefly, seeing your sweaty cleavage heaving with each breath, when suddenly you unload, a jab to my midsection, a wicked right hook towards my trunkline, making my knees wobble, and then I see you look up, towards my SP, so I close my forearms and take the blow on them. Surviving round 1 is now my goal, as my older age has clearly become a factor at the end of round 1. The ref looks on approvingly, is it because he sees me still defending or approving of a beatdown? I try to launch an overhand right after your left shovel hook, trying to tag your left eye, and bring myself back from a onesided beating in the corner. yt
23:46 Gloves-down: I had you on wobbly knees! That was my cue to end things right here and right now. Just as I was about to prep myself for a heavy right haymaker, and overhand left comes in and slams down onto my left eye! UNFFF… The overhand landed mainly on my eyebrow but a good part of my eye as well. It was a heavy tag too.. feeling my eye close just slightly but not puffy or anything. A halo of sweat bounces off my head when it whipped diagonally downward, forcing me to stare at our feet for a moment
23:46 Gloves-down: Yt
23:54 Emily_Stanly: My overhand right tags your eye really hard, and it stops your brutal beatdown for the moment. I dip my right shoulder and glove, and I'm about to pop an uppercut into your downward pointing face, but DING! The bell rings, and the ref seperates us, my chest is heaving with every breath, and sweat is now dripping off my forehead. I'm pretty sure you landed more punches, but I'm just glad to have a short break, next round I will come out fighting, I tell myself. Back in my corner, I sit on my stool, pop out the mouth guard and take ome water as I get towelled down. I ask for an ice pack for my chin, and I'm looking a little glassy eyed, so the medic checks me over. I'm ok, inspite of getting, well, let's face it, owned by a demon boxer, in round 1. If she was my size,.........well.....the fight might be over now. I think about what I will do in round 2. and as the warning buzzer goes off, I get to my feet, mouth guard re-inserted, and I prepare to go out. DING!
00:00 Gloves-down: The next blow would’ve been a horrible combination but thankfully the bell rung before you could land it! Thank goodness.. all I saw was a blue glove heading for the center of my face, stopping nearly an inch or less in front of me. As we are separated, I hold my gloves up while walking over to the corner to keep my spirits up but I was starting to wear myself down. Water filled my mouth before being spat out into a bucket, mouthpiece cleaned and sponged across the body to cool down. My eye was check and it seemed fine.. some Vaseline was applied all over my face just in case but round 2 was coming up. When the warning buzzer goes off, I rise to my feet and opt for a different plan this time.. DING DING!! Rather than meeting in the center, I opted to circle around the outskirts of the ring, taking my time with little hops to keep the adrenaline up..
00:00 Gloves-down: Yt
00:05 Emily_Stanly: The bell rings and now I bounce out to the centre of the ring. But you're not there, your moving around the outsirts of the ring, and FUCK? This ain't no track and field event. I wave my gloves at you to come in towrds me! I can't waste energy trying to chase you down. I keep turning as you move around, trying to keep track of you. yt
00:09 Gloves-down: The time kept on draining down as I circled around, seeing how you were getting more impatient with me too. I slowly took my time coming out to the center, inching closer and closer but keeping a tight guard this time around. I waved my gloves instead, begging you to come forward towards me and use that “reach” you’re supposed to be using on me
00:09 Gloves-down: Yt
00:13 Emily_Stanly: I smirk at you, and can't help staring at your left eye. There is no swelling, but you have a circle of black and bluish tissue around the eye. I decide to move on you, using some energy that I don't have much of. When I get in range, I throw out a right overhand bomb, trying to punch that left eye swollen shut, and then as I start to retract my right, I try to change levels, dipping at my knees and throwing out a straight left towrds your solar plexus, and then end the barage with a right hook towrds the side of your head, breathing hard as a send off this flurry of punches. yt
00:20 Gloves-down: I still didn’t have your range checked so when a right overhand came my way, I thought I could simply dodge when I pushed forwards but it came raining down on my temple rather than my eye. BANGG! I thought a bell was ringing in that instance but it was just a glove that took the sweat off my head. Your left came in looking to pierce my solar plexus. I tucked in both my arms but again.. your blue gloves just split my guard and jam in, forcing air out from my gummed lips just to have my head battered again by a right hook that forces me to wobble over to the side two steps. “Fuck.. I can’t let her hit me like this.” I held my gloves tightly against my cheeks, moving in slowly but looking to close the gap. A right straight twisted in for your core then bobbing my head in and out to keep you guessing. My eyes make contact with your ribs along your right side but I begin backing away feeling a little hesitant..
00:20 Gloves-down: Yt
00:29 Emily_Stanly: I now feel I’m controlling round 2, I get a second wind, maybe an adrenalin rush, I don’t get your eye again, but I rattle your brain with a shot to the forehead, and my left causes you to expel some air after punching your midsection. And my hook sends you wobbling off. You come back at me slowly, and send a right straight at my core, but I close my forearms up and stop it from striking my midsection, then you retreat further. mtc
00:30 Emily_Stanly: I must follow this up, and come towards you again, shooting out a left/right straight towards your forehead, and then I drop my left and with a twist of my hips try to send a left uppercut towards your chin, hoping I can send it through your guard. yt
00:40 Gloves-down: The retreat doesn’t allow me to stay away from you forever. I go to weave around it but the straight come in FAST… NNGHH.. MMNNNH.. my head pops back heavily from two straights to the forehead and when I see your shoulder drop and the twist of your hips, I knew an uppercut was coming for me. I covered up with my elbows tight, gloves next to each other, knowing the routine for taking blows here and knew I could stop it at the gloves… POP… NFFFH?! My head popped up.. it wasn’t all the way up to look at the lights but popped up to stare at your face. A full connection of your glove and popped into my chin as I felt my legs buckle at the knees. I quickly stepped forward to catch myself because I was NOT going to fall down now. I went to back away into a full retreat to keep things from going south, distancing myself along the ropes then circling around the outskirts to catch my breath.
00:40 Gloves-down: Yt
00:45 Emily_Stanly: I'm more than amazed at how the fight has turned in my favour, and I know I'm really pounding you hard now, my straights landing and my uppercut getting at least partially through. It at least rang a bell inside your head. I'm teaching this gal some respect, I think. But my energy levels are now going down, as I try to bounce on my feet. I would have stayed on the attack, but my chest is heaving with every breath, feels like I'm on fire. I come towrds you slowly, now tasting a win, and I keep following you cautiously. I send a feint jab towards you, to see what you got left.....yt
00:49 Gloves-down: Most aggressors would have gotten to me by not but something felt off.. you were coming to me a lot more slowly this time. Sure you had the power but.. were you gassed out? A jab came my way and rather than stepping away, I went for the step in looking to abuse the timing of you having to pull back your arm if it was a full jab! Ducking low and dipping my shoulder, I covered the distance with a slide forward and twisted at the hips for a hard right hook coming in for your body!
00:49 Gloves-down: Yt
00:52 Emily_Stanly: Almost a split second after sending the feint jab, I knew it was a mistake, as you have more gas in the tank than I thought, as you slide forward, sending a right hook ionto my ribs under my extended left. FUCK I hiss.....and then with you on the inside and close, I try to send a wild right hook towards your left eye, wanting to shut it closed, and bring my left glove down to cover my ribs. yt
00:56 Gloves-down: I just about had you now and the moment I threw out the right room, it catches your elbow entirely.. GNNNH! Blue leather fills the vision of my left eye, effectively bruising and closing it shut! I could see through my right eye but all that could be seen as the whipping of brown hair and sweat being thrown out! I bit down on the mouthpiece hard and went to cover up, switching stances to protect my left eye by opting for the southpaw stance but still keeping a high guard..
00:56 Gloves-down: Yt
01:03 Emily_Stanly: I clobber your left eye badly, now swollen. Fuck, I have you now, I think. Don't know how much you can see through that eye, but I move to my right quickly, wanting to test things out. Your right glove is now leading, but I've moved to my right, away from it. You have a high guard, so now I take a step back, to put me in optimal range for straight punching. First, I try to swing my left glove on top of your guard, trying to swipe it away, then send a quick right straight towrds your mouth, then a left jab at your nose, steping in closer, I dip my right shoulder, and with a twist of my hips, aim an uppercut towards your chin, and then a quick left straight towrds your solar plexus. yt
01:12 Gloves-down: Since I’m able to still see out my right and completely closed on the left, I needed to use my movement more than anything to handle you. The problem was that you stepped into your range so reaching you was going to be a pain. The left guard caning in trying to swipe at my glove so I weaved my head over to the side and kept low, only making things worse when I weaves on the inside to catch a right straight to the center of my nose, inviting the spillage of crimson early on as my head pops back and a second one smearing it upon my head coming back to the center point. I moved my right glove more in front of my face but this provided an open opportunity for you. Not being able to see where your glove went thanks to having my forearm in view had popped my head up heavily!! The lights in view while my gloves just hovered and a left straight to the solar plexus almost forced my mouthpiece out of my lips as I drop down to the canvas on all fours
01:12 Gloves-down: Yt
01:19 Emily_Stanly: This is now getting down right brutal. My boxing technique has deteriorated, and I'm just trying to beat you down with brute force. You go down on your knees and then onto all fours, and the ref pushes me to a neutral corner. I watch intently, as the ref commences a count 1.....2....3... and I wonder if she can get up, or is she finished? She put up quite a fight until she became damaged goods. yt
19:32 Gloves-down: While getting up early would be preferred, I had to take the full 8 count otherwise I wouldn’t have much rest for myself… 5…6.. I rose up onto my feet still hunched over and holding my stomach then by the count of 8, I held my gloves up with a pained look while staring at you. “I’m.. good to go…” I say huffing through each word. The ref checks my eye, thinking that it is still okay then looks over to you and yells “box!”
19:32 Gloves-down: Yt
19:39 Emily_Stanly: I see you get back up to your feet, thinking she wants another beating. We are waved to the centre of the ring and get my guard back up, knowing that the round is going to end soon. I begin to circle to my right, breathing hard after my last expenditure of energy that left you on the canvass. I keep my eyes on you, peeking over the tops of my gloves. yt
19:58 Gloves-down: My eye is hazy as I peer over the top of my glove, the left being held lower than my right for the time being, continuing to keep myself distant from you knowing that this round has gone well in your favor. There was something that I spotted which helped keep me alive so I just wanted to drain out the time.
19:58 Gloves-down: yt
20:58 Emily_Stanly: The time now ticks down quickly, a 10 second warning buzzer sounds, and then DING!. Although I dominated you in round 2 through brute force, I need a short break, as I expended a lot of energy attacking. I figure I will just send you to the canvass in round 3. I return to my corner, take some water, and get towelled down. These breaks are ever so short, and I am back on my feet, at the sound of the 10 second warning buzzer, and then DING! I move slowly now towards the ring centre, somewhat flat footed, gloves feeling heavy, but I so want to put you down that it drives me forward. yt
21:09 Gloves-down: The moment I get to my corner I could feel myself slump a bit. I wasn't able to have my eye fully looked at but I'm sure I was worse for wear at the moment. I still had some energy to keep myself going as I took in some water and patted down with a towel but that 10 second buzzer quickly filled the ring. With a deep breath, I rose to my feet to hear the bell ring through my ears as I walked out to the center. You looked quite exhausted yourself but after that 2nd round, I bet the adrenaline is kicking in for you to knock me out. I hid behind my gloves for this one, walking out towards you to close the distance while weaving my head as best I could at different intervals to keep you guessing.
21:09 Gloves-down: yt
21:13 Emily_Stanly: We are now facing each other in the middle of the ring, and your head is in constant motion, almost making me dizzy as I watch it weave about. I keep my guard up, as do you, and then I go for a straight puunch combo of a left/right, trying to strike the moving target of your nose, fully commiting myself to each punch. yt
21:17 Gloves-down: The straight left/right combo comes out again as you target my nose with full force. Taking a deep breath in, I slide my right foot in to duck underneath that straight left to counter with a right jab of my own to the navel, letting my left glove hug my cheek... NNnnf.. the straight right knocks into my glove that smacks myself in the eye, puffing it up a little more with a small backpedal. I continue to circle off the right to keep you within view, dishing out a full forced right jab aimed between your gloves as I reach for your nose then swivel out to my right for an overhand towards your chin.
21:17 Gloves-down: yt
21:28 Emily_Stanly: I think my left might hit, but you manage to duck under the left, and as you are low, easily send a right jab into my navel with considerable force, taking advantage of my extended left. GUMMFFF……shit fuck, I think, as breath is forcefully expelled from my mouth. My big right strikes into your left glove, and although it knocks your own glove back into that puffy eye, its now where near the force that might right would have had if it had hit square on. You circle to my left and send a quick right jab between my gloves, my reflexes being down because of tiredness, and it smacks me square in the nose, snapping my head back, and causing a little dribble of blood to start flowing, dropping onto my bra and staining it. You’ve still got some energy, I think, as I’m gasping for breath, and then the overhand comes out. I’m distracted and it lands solidly on my chin, the crowd now going nuts at your come back. mtc
21:28 Emily_Stanly: It rocks my head back, and further disorients me, but I swing a mean left hook, perhaps a little wild, towards your jaw, still believing I can take you down. yt
21:48 Gloves-down: I finally drew blood in the round, seeing it stain that sports bra heightens the adrenaline rushing through me. When that overhand right comes smacking solidly again your chin, I see the sweat bounce off your head that easily showers the crowd. The disorientation is there but your body still wants to swing that left hook. I'm lucky that I can still see out my right eye so when I see that hook coming over my shoulder, I know I can't avoid it.. but I can dampen the power. Rolling both my neck and head to the left, I follow the power of that left hook in the direction it is heading. NMMMFFF! I'm rocked on my feet from the heavy blow, giving another buckle at the knees. I reach out with my right glove which was still close from the overhand for a clinch, trying to wrap my arms around yours.
21:48 Gloves-down: yt
21:53 Emily_Stanly: I feel my hook land on you, but you roll with the punch, so that its damage is somewhat mitigated, a very classic maneuverer of last resort used by all boxers, to turn a potentially KO blow into something that is less severe. I want to slug it out with you, but you quickly push into me, wrapping your arms around my body, and the impact of you on my chest causes me to stumble back a couple of steps, and topple over backwards, with you landing on top of me! We are like a couple of drunks in a bar room brawl. yt
22:05 Gloves-down: The moment I fall on top of you.. this would be the best scenario of all time because I could take "as long as I want" to get up. My arms were wrapped around your body still but eventually the ref had to step in to pry as apart. "Come on ladies.. this is a boxing match, not a hugging fest. Get up and box!" I got to my feet, adjusting my trunks a little and stayed close with you until the ref called us to box again.
22:05 Gloves-down: yt
22:59 Emily_Stanly: Ipick myself up, having had the worst of the fall, as I landed on the canvass first and cushioned your fall. As soon as the ref shouts "BOX!", you come in close denying me my reach advantage, again wanting in close combat. I look nto your eyes with my steely blue eyes, trying to figure out how to out slug you, your gloves are up, so I try to send a right hook towrds the side of your left glove, hoping to push it out towards your right, and the attempt a jab at your nose, hoping you are out of gas, but you seem ready for close in boxing. yt
23:06 Gloves-down: I feel you out a little with feint jab headed out but you’re not taking it when that right hook comes in, knocking into my left glove to push them out of the way, getting smacked against the nose that drips blood onto my sports bra again.. PIFF… I felt my gloves begin to drop slightly from the heavy feeling on my arms but I try to keep up with a right straight trying to break through your gloves for the tip of your chin then lower down for a left uppercut to your solar plexus
23:06 Gloves-down: Yt
23:11 Emily_Stanly: This now more of a slug fest for me, tyring to use brute force rather than good boxing technique. I jab you in the nose and smirk a little, but as I'm pulling back my left, a right straight comes in through the middle of my sloppily held gloves, smacking me in the chin, and rocking my head back, your glove leaves an opening in my midsection, so an uppercut slams into my solar plexus, radiating pain out from that tight bundle of nerves. The SP shot bends me forward now, somewhat stunned! yt
23:24 Gloves-down: The moment was there and I needed to take full advantage of it! You were bent low but rather than taking you head on, I stepped off to your left, trying to stay out of your view. I dipped my right shoulder low, bending at the knees and used that leverage to spring of them with a big right uppercut to your chin that I send underneath your arm! Then twisting to the ring, I put as much strength as I can I to a spear like left straight coming for the center of your face!
23:24 Gloves-down: Yt
23:35 Emily_Stanly: I’m bent over, and you step over to my left, and suddenly your right sweeps in under my arm, pounding me in the chin, a punch that I never saw coming, and as it lifts me back upwards, a quick left straight splatters my nose, blood spurts out, and I have a glassy eyed look. The ropes are not far away, and your punches propel me backwards until my back presses deeply into the top rope, severely bending it, but the rope is strong and holds. My knees feel wobbly, and I blink my eyes, the ref is looking on intently, but I bring my gloves up to the height of my tits and he takes this as I sign that I am ready to defend, but knees are shaking and I begin to bend forward, being pushed by the spring in the ropes, and all I hear is the roar of the crowd, blood bow dripping over my lips and onto my light grey sports bra. I'm desperately trying to figure out what the fuck....yt
23:50 Gloves-down: The gas on the tank was seriously running empty but the older opponent wasn’t going down. Clear signs of being out on her feet but her gloves were still up deemed by the referee. When the ropes bend you back towards me, I charge forward going in for the kill. Those gloves were down meaning free real estate to punish that exposed head… left jab.. right jab.. left left.. all jabs targeting that right eye of yours with the intent of closing them. A familiar move stolen from a fighter that boxed me before comes into play by cross-crossing the jaw in the form of a left-right hook combination. A brief shove along your shoulders allows you to stay up against the ropes longer for you to experience what true leather feels like. “Oh no no.. get back against the ropes and take the beating like a woman!” A short right uppercut sweeps from underneath for another bounty I collect on your chin then a double left hook that I exhale out hard… USSSH… to the liver… UUUUSHH… hook to the jawline.
23:50 Gloves-down: Yt
00:02 Emily_Stanly: I now standing in a stunned state, reflexes down, gloves partly down, and the you move in quick, getting that final adrenaline surge, smelling blood, my blood, literally! My head snaps back and back and then back again after each jab, your gloved fists turning my face red from each punch. Left/right chris crossed hooks twist my face right and left, and then my gloves drop to my sides, as I no longer know what I’m doing, still standing but daized. My knees begin to buckle, but your roughly push into my shoulders, forcing me to stand further! The uppercut to my chin snaps my head up, and propels me to a standing up position, but the brain is bounced inside my skull and I’m knocked out. As I begin to collapse, and fast double left hook pounds into my liver, but mercifully, I feel nothing! As I begin to go down, a hook slams into my jaw, knocking my head around, and then I collapse on the canvass in an unmoving mass of beaten flesh, a humiliation by a dynamic young fighter! yt
00:07 Gloves-down: “Down!!” The ref yells out, pushing me back to go to a neutral corner. I could barely hold my gloves up at his point so you getting up would spell disaster but.. given the ferocious nature of my punches that you took.. I knew this was over. The moment the ref went to check on you, there was no sign of you waking up. You’re winner by knockout, ISLAAAA VIMOOOO! I quickly rushed around the ring in amazement that I was able to pull off such a magnificent upset! I went over to the corner nearest your sprawled out body and climbed up along the turn buckle, thrusting the gloves into the air!
00:10 Emily_Stanly: I'm on the canvass, moaning softly, the worst beating I have ever received. My eye is black, my nose is bleeding, my liver is badly bruised, my lip is split and I was knocked the fuck out. I begin to open my eyes, blinking my eyes, and moan again when I see you posing over me on the turnbuckle......."fuck" I gasp......yt
00:12 Emily_Stanly: You are not logged in. Looking something like this.....
00:13 Gloves-down: With any fighter that steps into the ring, I show my upmost respect for. I looked back to see your body, head looking around in a dazed state, not quite knowing where you were in the moment. I come over by your side with a bottle of water, a towel to help clean up. “You did amazing during the match.. if you kept up your stamina just a little longer or hit me with a haymaker in the second round.. I surely would’ve been out..”
00:14 Emily_Stanly: I moan, my face and liver ache badly, beaten because I could not keep up with the younger fighters stamina and fast movements......can barely move.....END

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