Female Boxing Federation

21:16 Patti: IslaVimo is my extreme nemesis, she gets inside my head, she taunts me, and I'm now ready to take her on for the 3rd time in the ring. This time is different, going to put her down hard on the canvas. I change into a black sports bra, some short black boxing trunks with red stripes, and some Reyes 8 oz boxing gloves, and black boxing boots, and yes, a black mouth guard. I slap my gloves together, and then slide between the top and middle ropes. Weighing in at 130 lbs, and 5 ft 6 in tall, and 32 years old, I'm Latina dynamite, too hot too handle. You are not logged in. You are not logged in. You are not logged in. yt
21:22 Gloves-down: Being challenged again in the ring, it seems like Latina dynamite needs another work over around the ring. The 3rd appearance for her career but will determine whether she could step in the ring against me afterwards. Slipping through at 125lbs, 5 ft 5 in. Gladiator trunks, Grant gloves and mouthpiece in a neon pink shade as I bounce in my corner.
21:22 Gloves-down: Yt
21:26 Patti: I glare over at IslaVimo, and I do a little light shadow boxing, and waiting for the bell. The ref has already given his instructions, and the bell is not too far off. Then DING! And its on!. Its all about movement in boxing, so at the sound of the bell, I bounce lightly out of my blue corner, gloves up forming an orthodox stance, left glove leading and right glove tucked in near my chin, and elbows tucked in. I begin bobbing and weaving from side to side, ready to trade some very serious leather with Isla. yt
21:32 Gloves-down: Both gloves of mine stay down, loose and limb when bouncing on my toes to come out to the center at the sound of the bell. Yours was pretty tight and I needed to change that within the first round. Bobbing and weaving my head from side to side, out came a left jab in the form of a feint, trying to feel your movements out then stepping forward to stick in close with a right hook for your ribs.
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21:37 Patti: You're coming out looking pretty calm and loose, but I intend to change that. You feint a jab, and I tense up, I crouch a little, but the rather than the jab completing its mission, a right hook comes out, and I twist my body to my right to take the hook on my left upper arm. I'm then quick to react, firing JAB JAB JAB, back at your nose, hoping to go on the insight of your right before you might fully retract the glove and get your guard back up. yt
21:43 Gloves-down: You loved your jabs and I was ready for your counters when you turned your body to take the hook along the upper arm. My head bobs around those black gloves jabbing out from my nose with whiffs of air flying past me. On the 3rd jab, I keep my right glove out, pivot to your left and rain down an overhand right for your temple and bounce off to continue circling around you.
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21:51 Patti: My jabs just keep popping empty air space as you move your head from side to side, your reflexes are tremendous, and on my third jab, you pivot to my left, and then come down hard on my temple with an overhand punch. It rattles me as that padded glove pounds down on my skull, tagging me good, and scoring the first blow of the match. You then move off to circle, but move to my left, to stay in contact, not satisfied with that last exchange. I continue to bob and weave as I move to cut off your circling, and then feint a jab towards your nose and as I retract my left, I dip my right shoulder to try to send an uppercut at your navel, hoping to slip in in under your elbows. yt
21:59 Gloves-down: With solid training from an amazing boxer, biting for feints has became less of a skill issue. Instead, a push off my back foot leads me to closing the distance, changing up the game with a cross arm guard looking to take the blow upon both forearms and applying some upper body strength with my momentum looking to shove you back a step followed by some light weaving
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22:05 Patti: You don’t bite at my feint, and I realise I might have to adapt my strategy. Certainly trying to keep up with your movements was a big problem in the other fights. My uppercut gets snuffed on your forearm, and you in fact send me back a step as you push into me. I try to reform my guard, and try to aim my gloves at your head as you weave about, sending first a right cross towards your temple, hoping to send it where I think your head is going to be, and then a left hook at your jaw, again trying to curve it around your guard, and catch you where I hope your head will be.
22:15 Gloves-down: My guard is up and ready for you the moment you step back in. First, the cross. Leaning in purposely towards your left glove so it flies over the top of my head then a left hook comes in for the jaw. MMPHH.. a clean shot to the jaw jumbles me a bit with a small wobble but each glove continues to stay up. A tight left jab comes in for the navel when bending low then another overhand right this time leading in for your left eyebrow
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22:22 Patti: My cross to the temple is avoided when you leave forward and low, but my left hook tags your jaw, and rattles you, but you maintain your guard. You suddenly change levels, taking me by surprise, jabbing me in the belly button, I tighten my abs, and grunt from the impact, but its nothing I can’t handle. My gloves dip a little after you tag my navel, ant hen you change levels sending an overhand right that smacks my eyebrow, a tiny cut opens up, but not enough for more than a tiny smear of blood. I counter punch fast, and send a left jab back towards your right eye socket, and then dip my right shoulder, to try to blast a right uppercut between your guard, coming up under your elbows at an attempt to pound the fuck out of your solar plexus. yt.
22:28 Gloves-down: I’m slow to bring back up my guard, catching a left jab that smacks up into my right eye socket then a right uppercut coming in through my guard before I could fully close my elbows.. G-GUHHH… I felt the air leak out of me as I bite down heavily on the mouthpiece with a wince. I suck in air fast, holding it in for a moment when I go in with both forearms looking to press up into you to keep yours steady, offering a hard left hook for the body and doubling it for your liver.. nnnsh.. uuussh!
22:28 Gloves-down: Yt
22:36 Patti: I land a jab to your eye, and oh my, I wonder if you are going to have a shiner soon! A nice new look! Then a right uppercut moves through your elbows with some power! I'm thinking it's looking good, but you close up your forearms and press into my gaurd, and we are now body to body, You send a hook into my ribs, and I grimace, I can feel you pulling back your left, and then you send it out again, but I'm paying attention to my right side now, and have dropped my right glove to protect, so rather than digging your left into my liver, it only smacks leather. With my right down, and your left out and about, I shoot my right up towrds your jaw, basically an uppercut, and then throw a left overhand bomb towards your temple as I take a half step back to get a proper distance. yt
22:41 Gloves-down: THWAP.. a solid left to the body gives me hope in giving another one that could put you on your knees right here and now. Instead, your glove connects with mine, forcing a hiss out against your ear in irritation. Being too focused on frustration, my jaw is popped up briefly by an uppercut then comboed with a left overhand that bounces a big sweat mist off my head. UNNNF.. NNNGH.. things started to become shaky.. both my gloves were up protecting my head, taking steps back to keep distance from you to recover.
22:41 Gloves-down: Yt
22:46 Patti: I feel the momentum of the match suddenly shift, the uppercut lands on your jaw, and then almost a second later, I land a strong left on your temple. You look rattled, and I want to rattle you more, I step forward as you step back, not wanting to give you a break to recover. Your gloves are up, but I decide to shoot a double JAB JAB at your nose, hoping the first might clear a path for the second, and then changing levels, I drop my left, and try to send a shovel hook punch under your elbows, wanting to dig it in under your rib cage, hoping to find a liver or spleen, or something. yt.
22:50 Gloves-down: You kept pressuring me. So it was a brawl you wanted. The first two jabs try to come for me but I’m quick to prevent the damage from happening. Slipping the first then the second. The sudden drop of your left tells me everything as I bounce backwards with another hip, feeling myself in against the ropes that cover the span of my sweaty back. I continue to cover up, holding my gloves high but keeping an eye on you with a small smile
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22:57 Patti: My jabs get slipped, don’t even get the opportunity to pound on those gloves of yours. Then you move back away from my uppercut, but I’m thinking I’ve got you for a nice pounding on the ropes, your retreat is blocked, no more running kitty cat! I smirk at you, as I think you know what’s next. Your gloves are up, so I send a left/right hook combo towards your jaws, sending each hook at wide, to try to curve them around your gloves, and then to stay in brawling mode, I again drop my left and try to blast it up between your elbows, targeting your chin! yt.
23:06 Gloves-down: The left hook comes first for my jaw with step one being initiated: bouncing into the ropes avoiding the first hook and dipping under for the right to knockout those brown strands of hair. SSSTSHH.. I aim to jam a straight right in just above the navel and move back into the ropes, bending in as deep as I can to take your uppercut on the cuffs of my gloves
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23:11 Patti: As I send out the left hook, you bounce and press yourself into the ropes, and my hook misses, then you dip under my right hook, it catches only some strands of hair. Then a right straight shoots out while you are low, connecting with my navel, it disrupts the power that I put in the uppercut, which in anyevent gets snuffed on the the cuffs of your gloves. Your bending into the ropes, so I stick out my left glove, pressing it into your chest, to try to keep you still, and pressed into the ropes, and then in brawling mode, I send a right haymaker of a hook searching for the side of your head! yt
23:17 Gloves-down: Managing to stay alive in the round leaves me bending at the ropes with a heaving chest still recovering from the blow to the solar plexus but you press your glove right at my chest. I realized that your guard was done -halfway at least- leaving a nice opportunity for me. The moment that you’re right haymaker of a hook comes in for the side of my head, a tight shovel hooks searches for the corner of your jaw trying to beat you to the punch!
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23:21 Patti: My brawling instincts get the better of me, and as I try to unwind that wicked hook, and with my left hand pressing into you, I'm totally wide open. I don't think about this much, as I figure you are stunned, but I certainly make a crucial mistake, as your shovel hook thunders up and connects with my snapping my head back, and my body stumbles back a couple of steps. I begin to loose my balance and feel woozy, and to my everlasting humiliation, I fall onto my ass! A fucking knock down.... yt
23:25 Gloves-down: Our punches collide with each other.. MMMMNNH… I felt myself rocked on my feet from the hook smashing my temple but I had the support of the ropes behind me. Leaning into them heavily, I could hear and feel a large thud.. it certainly wasn’t me but to my surprise, you had fallen on your ass to give me the first knockdown of the match. I held one glove up upon seeing you on the floor, waking over to step over your legs so I could go to a neutral corner.
23:25 Gloves-down: Yt
23:29 Patti: I take a a few seconds to try to orient myself, not beleiving that mini mouse knocked me off my feet, especially when I had her pressed into the ropes. I blink my eyes a couple of times, and bring my glove up to feel my jaw, which hurts like fuck. "Lucky punch!" I hiss, and then press myself up to get onto my feet. My legs feel a bit rubbery, but from lots of experience i know this feeling will pass. The main thing, is I can get my gloves up. yt
23:33 Gloves-down: Tapping my gloves together the moment I saw you get back up to your feet, I knew you weren’t done.. but you will be soon. Sucking in a bit of air, I came back out over to you, ready to play games with a snappy left jab headed out for your right eye to apply some pressure, staying at a distance with another sharp jab headed into those gloves.
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23:39 Patti: I’m feeling a little unstable, but still have my gloves up. Your jab comes out and I raise my left glove, so it snaps off my glove and up onto my forehead, not much power strikes the forehead as the shot was a ricochet off my glove, then another jab comes in that snaps off my glove. I’m in brawling mode so, I step towards you, a jab/right straight combo towards the centre of your face, hoping to blast a hole in that ever present guard of yours, and then a sweeping right hook at your jaw, again trying to curve around your guard. yt
12:49 Gloves-down: My gloves stay tight throughout your piercing attempts to break open my guard. The jab and straight giving the classic piff piff sounds of leather smacking against leather. As your right hook comes around for my jaw though, I caught a sweet glimpse of boxing science like I was in the zone. Dipping underneath your right arm, twisting at the hips with a loud USSHH was a heavy left hook coming in for your liver as the first blow and a second one just above trying to bang it into your body!
12:50 Gloves-down: Yt
12:55 Patti: You totally snuff my straight shots on your gloves, and I simply can not break down you guard. Then suddenly I feel my hook swinging into the empty air space above your head, as you dip underneath it. My entire core is now wide open, and totally defenceless, and suddenly a wicked left hook digs in under my rib cage, turning my liver into the organ of pain, pain pain and pain……..another hook then digs in but its power is diminished because I’m stepping back, trying to cover my chest with my forearms, trying to breathe in air, as I regroup, my face a total mask of pain, as I need time to let the sharp pain subside. yt
13:17 Gloves-down: The digging in against your liver with my glove and the pain you felt was surely not to be understated. I knew I could press my advantage the moment you went to suck in air and started retreating. Feint a left jab out for your right eye allowed me to twist in a right hook aimed for that tight guard you held were holding, trying to blast it open so I could come back around with a left hook for the tip of your chin
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16:32 Patti: The boxing match has suddenly turned, me now on the back foot, and in retreat. I jab at my eye forces me to raise my gloves higher to block it, only the jab never comes, instead a right hook pounds into my left glove, and both gloves are momentarily away, so that the left hook comes around to an unprotected chin, forcing me to bite down hard on my mouth guard as spit sprays out through the air. IslaVimo's gloves seem to be everywhere at once, and my right side aches from where you hooked my liver, but nevertheless, I'm not a quiter, and I vow to fight on until I take this woman down a couple of sizes. I have to to ignore the pain for now, so I take a step closer, still in brawling mode. I try to send a left jab at your solar plexus, hoping to slip it through your forearms, and even if I can't, it's a distraction as I bring my right glove back and send it out as a straight towards your left eye. yt
20:57 Gloves-down: Saliva pops out of your lips cleanly, feeling a nice connection between my pink glove and your chin. Still.. you had this hunger to try and take me down still as you transitioned into your brawling mode again. With the left jab coming in for my solar plexus, my right quickly knocks the glove down then weave my head on the inside of your right glove to let it sail by my head, getting dangerously close as we're practically face to face in this moment with a look on my face saying "That's all you got, Patti?" Quickly, I spring up a short right uppercut for your chin, ready to pop that baby to rock you on your feet and with my left glove available, I come around town with a hook aimed for your liver.
20:57 Gloves-down: yt
21:11 Patti: My jab gets swatted off to the left, and then my right is weaved around, making me look pathetic, and the expression on your face is so humiliating. You spring up an uppercut at my chin, but I react quickly, and lean back from it, letting it miss my chin by at lease an inch, then a left hook pounds into my ribs rather than my liver as I twist my body away from it. The ribs burn, but another liver shot might have put me on the canvass. I stay toe to toe, and take a half step towrds you, and return a right cross at your left cheek, hoping to go over your left, and then a right hook at your jaw line. Going to stay locked in brawling mode. yt
21:35 Gloves-down: You're evolving mid-match which was amazing, taking bits and pieces of movements of mine from the looks of it to avoid my hits. I do collide with your ribs though to injure your body some more. Not being able to avoid your right cross, it slams into my cheek the moment my left connects and a follow up right hook smacking against my jawline bounces sweat off my head.. NNFF
21:35 Gloves-down: YT
21:47 Patti: In spite of the hurt in my ribs, I feel good as my right cross hits into your cheek and the right hook is just some icing on the cake. They say you can’t have your cake and it too, but baby, I’m going to have that cake. I’m thinking I’ve finally got something going, I’ve avoided some of your punches and landed in some, getting in the groove as they say. So time to put you on the canvass. I stay in contact, trying to bob erratically. I lower my right glove like I’m going for an uppercut, but instead launch a left overhand bomb at your temple, and then shoot my right up as an uppercut towards your chin, hoping to go through your guard and lay you out cold! yt
21:55 Gloves-down: Both of my gloves are still high in my guard as I manage to find my footing. Seeing the uppercut coming, my elbows come together thinking it's going to be a blow to the body and lean down to try to brace for it. Instead, the left overhand knicks my glove but collides with my temple, shaking me on my feet but with dampened force. I did anticipate the uppercut but not at the correct position when it jams straight into my chin, distorting my face and leaving me buckling on my feet.
21:55 Gloves-down: yt
21:59 Patti: My trick works, better than I thought it would, I unload on you using the kind of movements and deceptions you have used on me. You’re stunned, but clearly on your feet, As you begin to buckle, I send a right straight at your temple, trying to go over your guard, then a left hook at the side of your rib cage, and if you are still standing, a quick right hook towards your temple, hoping I can put you on the canvass. ! yt
22:01 Gloves-down: The straight right lands flush against my temple, rocking back the head despite having my guard up. NNNGH... I groan out from the hook grinding against my rib cage with a right hook slamming in against my temple that results in me slamming, shoulder down on the canvas
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22:03 Patti: The ref immediately pushes me off to a neutral corner, gloves raised above my head. I can't believe that I might have finally defeated my nemesis, and she commences a count on you 1! 2! 3!....Is she out? Is she stunned? yt
22:18 Gloves-down: I stared at the ground for a few seconds, hearing faint numbers in the background only to realize that the ref was beginning to count me out. Rather than waiting for the full 8 count, I grabbed for the ropes to aid me in coming to my feet.. 5...6...7... I motioned to the ref that I'm ready to go, batting my gloves together but still had some cobwebs
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22:23 Patti: I get an adrenalin rush from the knockdown, and when you get up, its a little disappointing, but I slap my gloves together, and prepare myself for the final kill. When the ref motions us to meet and fight again, I get my gaurd up, and come over to you fast, thinking you probably are disoriented. I go into full brawling mode, wanting to crush you, I right overhand towards your temple, hoping to go over your gaurd, then a swift left hook towards your jaw line, and finally a right straight at the centre of that cute face, hoping I can blast through your gaurd and smash up that nose. yt
22:32 Gloves-down: The overhand right slams down on my temple harshly, whipping my head down then the left hook across the jawline. Saliva blasts out from my lips leaving me struggling to stand upright but the right straight pushes past the guard I held up and flattened my nose, inviting crimson to freely flow through
22:32 Gloves-down: yt
22:37 Patti: Clearly you are out of it, but you still got those gloves up, albeit they are not defending well. It's hard to elieve how the match has turned, and you are now going down, a victim of my brawling techinque. You are barely protecting yourself, and no longer punching back, a big invitation for me to stay in close and personal. I watch intensely, and with some pleasure as I see blood dripping from your nose, and then I decide to change levels, I send a left/right hook combo towards your ribs and a right straight towrds your solar plexus, feeling I can break through any defense you can put up. yt
18:44 Gloves-down: I began crouching down, trying to use my forearms to take the blow off the hooks with one slamming in against my arm while the other connects with my ribs. Wincing painfully as a right straight slides in between my guard jamming into the solar plexus, puffing air out of my lungs when bent over the glove
18:44 Gloves-down: Yt
21:16 Patti: I'm determined to take you down, and give you a lesson in 101 boxing brawling. My gloves are getting heavier, but I'm sure they must be a greater burden on you. Some of my strikes are landing, some getting blocked. I've focused on working over your body, so time to change levels. A left over hand bomb towards your temple, and then dipping my right, I try to blast an uppercut through the middle of your gloves, towrds that chin of yours. yt
21:23 Gloves-down: The overhand left collides with my temple, forcing me to look at the canvas for a split second before looking up to the lights from an uppercut splitting through my gloves.. UNNNF... I felt myself lean forwards, grasping for your arms to try and tie them down in for a clinch
21:24 Gloves-down: yt
21:26 Patti: You come forward at me quickly, after the uppercut, and suddenly I can't send out another punch because you have wrapped your arms around my arms. I try to press forward, wanting to press you back to the ropes, but we kind of dance on our feet, our bodies merged into one. yt
21:28 Gloves-down: I just needed to hold on long enough to get a grip over myself. Feet shuffling about as you have me in trouble but also being walked back over to the ropes. My neck cradles a bit against your neck and I go to bang in my right glove against your body then a left hook for your ribs
21:28 Gloves-down: yt
21:30 Patti: I'm struggling to try to walk you to the ropes, a place you don't want to be. I grit my teeth as you bang a right glove into my body and then a right hook to my ribs, sweet short, choppy blows. Again, I twist my body trying to get you off from me. yt
21:37 Gloves-down: I let you peel yourself off me with the ropes against my sweaty back, heaving heavily to suck in air back into my lungs and my guard held sort of tightly against my head as I watch you with deeply focused eyes.
21:37 Gloves-down: yt
21:40 Patti: We now seperate, and I get my gaurd back up, peering at you over the top of my gloves. I'm now exhausted, my stamina running low, as I am a good 11 years older than my opponent. You hold your gaurd tight, and go into brawling mode, sending a jab at the centre of your guard, and then as my left comes back, I send it out again, trying a hook for your jaw line. yt
21:43 Gloves-down: I take the jab directly to the center of my guard and get the impression that you're setting me up for something. The moment your left comes back at me with the hook for my jawline, I step forward with the sliver of strength I could muster, trying to get that hook to come around my neck so I can offer a right shovel hook for your chin from underneath
21:43 Gloves-down: yt
21:51 Patti: My jab punches your glove, and then I send the hook out, but you step forward, so the hook only slaps around behind your head, missing that jaw. Then your inside my guard, and your right shoots up to pound me in the chin with a shovel hook. Spit sprays out of my mouth, and I have to bite down hard on my mouth piece. I'm taken by surprise and imemdiately take a couple of steps back to try to reset my guard and think about what happened. You have more fight left than I had credited. yt
22:02 Gloves-down: Those couple of steps back were met by my couple of steps forward. Seeing that guard come up to reset as I keep myself low, seeing the body available for the picking, giving a straight right to your core then coming in full sprint to body myself up against you. My tank was running low but I wasn't about to let you have your way with me. A right hook for your ribs, a lowered left glove acting like I was going to give your liver a hard time but purposely driving it hard into your right bicep instead.
22:02 Gloves-down: yt
22:14 Patti: Suddenly this has become a raging battle, and its difficult because when you think you have won, and then your opponent is fighting back, it leaves you deflated, and wondering if she had a ploy. I try to turtle up, and let your right hook hit my elbow, and then you start to go for a shot at my liver, but instead punch my right bicep. I cry out, and then pump my right hand to try to alleviate the pain. I send out a defensive jab back towrds your face as I retreat a couple of steps. yt
23:42 Gloves-down: A defensive jab came my way as it smacked up against my face, lightly popping me while you retreat a couple of steps. I wipe my nose, seeing the blood dripping down, infuriating me. Both gloves come up and come out with an overhand left trying to beat that right arm of yours when coming in for the temple, then a right-left hook combination for the jawline trying to sneak it behind your guard.
23:42 Gloves-down: yt
23:51 Patti: The age difference is now coming into play at this late stage of the fight, with my age being a big disadvantage, because it looks like I'm running out of steam. You send an overhand left towards my temple, betting you can get it in before I can deflect it with my right, and that's exactly what happens. I raise my right, but its too late, and suddenly my head is banged hard by a gloved fist. Then yopu try a right/left combo for my jaw line, line, and the blows slap the sides of my face in rapid fire. Again I take a step back, my head now spinning, feeling dizzy, but send a left/right straight combo back towards the centre of your face, as I continue to move closer to the ropes. yt
20:35 Gloves-down: A left connects against my face but the head doesn't move back as far, merely taking the blow straight on with the right just scraping against my cheek. A right straight of my own comes barrelling in for your nose once more and I lean down with a hard right hook coming for the trunkline then an upstairs hook for the temple when I see you getting closer and closer to the ropes
20:35 Gloves-down: yt
20:50 Patti: My left seems to connect, but not the power I had hoped for, as your head does not snap back, and then my right just scrapes across your cheek. I take a quick glance to the side to judge the distance to the ropes, and your right just comes barreling over my gloves, smaking me hard in the nose, snapping my head back, and more blood dribbles out onto my sports bra and onto teh canvass. I raise my guard higher, and suddenly your right hook plows into my trunkline, bending me forward, which causes the hook to the temple to go over my head. I back pedle a couple more steps until the ropes stop my retreat is stopped by the ropes, and I move into a crouch and get my gaurd back in place, in pain and sweaty and out of steam. yt
21:03 Gloves-down: You crouched down against the ropes, turtled up within your guard and you looked like you were in pain. The blood just drips onto the sports bra and canvas, marking this as the spot you're most likely to be knocked out at. I crouch down to meet you at eye level. Mine having a bloodlust look in comparison to your hurt, scared look. A right uppercut rushes in trying to snake it between your elbows for the solar plexus, looking to twist the air our of your body. A double left hook swinging on the opposite end seeking out your liver... uussh... uuush! Over the top with a hard overhand left aimed directly at that right eyebrow and springing in for a right uppercut to the center of your face.
21:03 Gloves-down: yt
21:16 Patti: I do look scarred, and moments ago I was confident of winning the match, but you are so fucking tough, you took everything that I could throw at you, and your still standing. You move into a crouch too, sending a right uppercut between my elbows, blasting me in the solar plexus, a brutal harsh blow that bends me forward into a double left hook that badly fucks up my liver, pain radiating through my whole body. From the depths of my soul I hate you, hate you, and there is nothing I can do to satisfy this hate, as a hard overhand left smashes into my eyebrow, opening a gash, so that blood starts to run down my face. I bend further down, directly into your powerful right uppercut that smashes me dead centre in my face. I simply collapse as a bundle of pain on the canvass, moaning and curled into a ball. yt
21:28 Gloves-down: I had just completely wrecked you where you stood, not even being able to use your arms or gloves to shield yourself from my glove impacting you. Seeing how both body blows nailed their target perfectly, I knew you were done and the rest of my punches were the icing on the cake. While you might be focused on just decorating the cake, I'm focused on finishing it entirely. The left overhand opening that gash just drains down your face until you're bent over for a picture perfect uppercut sailing straight into your face, smushing and altering your face until you just collapse your whole body onto the canvas.
21:28 Gloves-down: yt
21:31 Patti: I grit my teeth and look up at you, as you stand over me, gloves up. I hiss through my teeth "fucking bitch!"........The ref does not bother with a count, simply waves his hands to signify the end of the match, no way am I getting up. yt
21:32 Gloves-down: "Don't worry.. you should stay down, if you know what is good for you.." To add a bit of humility, I stand on the ropes I just knocked you out at, holding my gloves up to celebrate the win
21:33 Patti: I'm in too much pain to argue or respond, as the team begin to lift me to my feet, and assess whether an ambulance will be needed. yt
21:33 Patti: END?
21:36 Gloves-down: Isla (3-0)

Published: 2023-06-16, viewed 84 times.