Female Boxing Federation

00:35 Emily_Stanly: I’ve encountered an American gal who claims she can box, and I’m going to put her to the test in the gym’s boxing ring tonight. She is a rather rude gal, and I intend to teach her some proper English manners. I’m Emily Stanly, 5 ft 8 in tall, and weighing at 140 lbs, and 42 years young. I enter the ring wearing a red sports bra and some black short boxing trunks, black boxing boots, and some nice 8 oz red Reyes gloves. This is a private match after hours, so the place feels a little creepy empty, but I enter the ring by sliding through the top and middle ropes, insert my mouth guard and do some warm up shadow boxing as I wait for my pupil to arrive a boxing 101 lesson. yt
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00:45 Lil_Lilla: I come to England for some relaxation and enjoyment in a country I'd never been to and the first day, the FIRST day, I have some elderly curmudgeon woman, known in my country as a 'Karen', but apparently they're called 'Emily' here. I was at the hotel's associated gym working out and she starts off on trying to 'correct' things as I am working a heavy bag. While I was vacationing, my REAL trainer told me to keep up my bag work and footwork drills as I am prepping for a match at your club tournament. Well, now I am going to get in some actual fight time. Why? because this bag lady thinks she can throw hands with me. Okay, your funeral. We agree to meet in the gym's boxing ring after hours. I'm Lilla Miller, 5 ft 3 in tall, and weighing in at 105 lbs. my 23 yearold lithy body is MORE than ready for this. I enter the ring in my green and pink pastel sports bra with black trim, my black short boxing trunks, black boxing boots, and 8 ounce black Cleto Reyes boxing gloves.
00:47 Lil_Lilla: I come out of the locker room and approach the ring. I see you in the ring and my heart races. I can't wait to put granny in the hospital. I don't even say a word to you, I just step through the ropes and go to the opposite corner of you. Already gone through my prefight rituals, the sweat already rolling off my body, I am so ready for this. I place my mouthguard in and simply walk to center ring waiting for you to tap gloves. We'll see what you do pre-fight.
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00:48 Lil_Lilla: yt
00:55 Emily_Stanly: I stop shadow boxing and place my gloves on my hips as you enter the room, giving you a smirk. I look you over from head to toe, and you look very fit and trim, but I've got a massive reach advantage, and I've been boxing a long time before you ever could pick up a glove. "Well, it looks like you are ready for both your lessons, one in boxing and one in English civility. There is a voice activated timer in this ring, for occasions like this.....and I nod at you, and then firmly slam my gloves into yours to see whether it will shift you backwards. If you are ready, I'll tell the timer to start." I then raise my gloves in an orthodox boxing stance, and begin to bounce on the balls of my feet...."BOX!" 3:00 yt
01:04 Lil_Lilla: It never gets old. The attempts at some form of intimidation just because of my size. You spew some lame garbage about civility and as if you are going to teach me ANYTHING about boxing. You try the old Rocky vs Drago gloved fist slam and my gloves don't move, my arm's biceps deceptively flex and my forearms give just slightly but, I don't move. I glare at you in a stoic manner answering, "Hit the timer." and I place my mouth piece in and go to my corner waiting for that first round bell. You hit the timer, I get in my 'modified' standard orthodox stance with my right hand a bit looser and my left a bit tighter to my head and body. I roll my neck, roll the shoulders, kick out my feet a bit to make sure I'm loose after my prefight warmup. I swat a few lazy jabs and then... "BOX!"
01:05 Lil_Lilla: yt
01:10 Emily_Stanly: Now its started. I was impressed that my slam into her gloves did not budge her, she is small but clearly has muscle tone, and muscle mass is heavier. I need to stop the random thoughts buzzing through my mind, and now focus. I begin to bob erratically from side to side, and I can't really see an opening, so I decide I will just have to create some space between those gloves. I test your reflexes by stepping a little closer, and then jab towards your nose, and then stepping back. I want to keep distance between us. Then a bounce forward, and I go all out, a jab towards your nose, and a quick right hook towards the side of your face.....then step right....2:50 yt
01:24 Lil_Lilla: On my toes, sliding, pivoting, feet cross over and slide left then right, following your movement and making my own pattern to not remain a prop in the ring. You look focused on finding something that I know isn't there. Harder when you actually have to fight a smaller opponent. As we circle, it collapses slowly as they always do at the beginning of a fight. Then, you take the first swipe, as you swat a stray jab aiming somewhere around my face, but my gloves in place just stuff it as you move away. You don't stay in my fight zone as you quickly move out. So, you ARE worried about what might be behind these gloved fists. We move and I am content to feel things out, but you seem intent on pressing here. You come hard and bounce at me and stab out a standard 1-2....and that Boxing 101 book page 2 comes out. My counter; I stuff the jab with my right hand a then slip and move right and under as your right hook sweeps at my jaw. I step into your guard under the hook....
01:24 Lil_Lilla: (mtc)
01:27 Lil_Lilla: .... and step pivoting right as I bring a big left hook coming for your belly at your trunkline, driving it with my left shoulder and added torque from my waist looking to pound that 42 year old midsection, bring the right as I twist back left and drive the right with the intent of pounding the base of your chin between your elbows. You wanna trade? Let's trade....2:40
01:27 Lil_Lilla: yt
01:37 Emily_Stanly: My first jab is blocked and would not have expected it to get through to your face, not when both of us are fresh. Then I learn the hard way that you might be more advanced than boxing 101. You are hard to hit, as you stuff my next jab and then weave under my right hook, and come up inside my guard. There is nothing I can do to stop you pounding a fast and powerful left hook into my trunk line, making me gasp and tighten my abs a tad too late, so the punch pushes deeply into me. The right uppercut comes into my guard, punching my gloves into my face, not a terribly painful thing, but very humiliating for you to momentarily control the action of my gloves. A bit of panic sets in, and a realisation that you move fast, hit hard, and are hard to hit.
01:37 Emily_Stanly: Rather than go toe to toe at this moment, I skip back a step to try to get you outside my guard, and then skip back a half step again, wanting to create the ideal distance between us, and then try to retaliate by sending a right shovel hook towards your belt line, twisting my hips and hoping to get it in under your elbows, and then follow this up with a defensive jab towards your face. My first lesson about you learned. yt
13:12 Lil_Lilla: The typical behavior pattern continues. The surprised look on their face, the 'ah-ha' or more aptly 'uh-oh' moment when they realize my capabilities. Usually it happens much later in the fight, but I see it... and there it is. You eat a body shot and then the "Why are you hitting yourself" experience. I can't help but flash a smile when it happens. You immediately try to adjust as if I am just going to let you get properly set to counter. You try to pop my bod with the right, but I twist my body right and drop my left shoulder as you try to dig under my elbow, but that's all you get. I know with your height 'advantage', it also means that sometimes you have to reach to go low. The shovel hook drops your hand low and that defensive jab is slipped with simple head and shoulder movement left . I remain in close and counter over that lowered right with a left hook coming for your jawline looking to press you and make YOU make quicker decisions, and then....
13:12 Lil_Lilla: (mtc)
13:13 Lil_Lilla: ...combine it with a quick inside right uppercut coming for your trunkline at your navel. This isn't playtime, and I'm no plaything. .... 2:20
13:13 Lil_Lilla: yt
13:25 Emily_Stanly: Again you display fast movements, twisting your body to the right and dropping your elbow, and my wicked right shovel hook turns into nothing more than a love tap on your arm. My jab towards your face does not back you away, as you easily slip it. I’m realizing also that I’ve had to drop low to strike under those elbows, and a mean left hook is coming at my jaw over my right glove, that smacks into the side of my face, the sound reverberating around the gym. I try to roll my face to the left, to mitigate some of its power, but I expect my light English flesh is turning red after that smack. The right comes out again, and uppercuts me in the trunk line, but I mitigate some of its impact by tightening those abs. You have made yourself at home in my space, but rather than retreat, mtc
13:26 Emily_Stanly: I decide to go toe with you and bet you will not last.....as I swing a left hook out towards your jaw line, hoping I can get it there before you get your right back in place, and then press my attack, dropping my right to try a quick shovel hook at your side. This little one maybe fast, but lets see if she can hold up.....2:10 yt
14:00 Lil_Lilla: That smile is again uncontrollably out as my gummed lips show I am controlling action right now. You are reacting and continue to think that playing inside is a game I don't know how to play or dominate. I am usually the smaller fighter, so... this IS my wheel house. This IS my domain. I LOVE this. You bring that left hook, and there's no need to block, as I lean on my back foot and right slipping it. The advantage of being 5'3" here, smaller, harder to target. The right shovel hook coming for my body is mitigated by the lean back as well and my left is still intact and you again only pop my arm and elbow. I immediately move and shift inside at you bringing a counter right uppercut coming low and under your left pivoting and shifting my weight with a twist of my waist driving the right with my shoulder looking for that navel of yours. Then I combine it with an equally heavy left uppercut, this one looking for your chin inside twisting back right powering this one with my torso
14:00 Lil_Lilla: 2:00
14:00 Lil_Lilla: yt
14:19 Emily_Stanly: This petite American is a boxing devil, showing a mastery of the inside fighting game. You slip my hook, and my body shot again becomes mute as well, again only a love tap on your arm. You twist about and use your torso to increase the power and speed of your punches, driving a right uppercut into my navel, it comes in between my elbows like I’m fucking standing still. Your height is allowing you to target my gut with shots, and this one hurts, it bends me forward involuntarily, my eyes nearly bulge out of my sockets not believing the punching power that you have, all coming from using your core. The right uppercut, however, bends me forward into the left uppercut......but my chin is spared, as the bending movement puts my forehead in the path of your left glove, a good thing too, as the blow to the bony forehead is better than an uppercut to the chin. It rocks my head and body back up, and I begin to stumble backwards, but don’t collapse as the ropes stop me from falling.mtc
14:19 Emily_Stanly: I can’t believe that I lost this toe to toe engagement with someone like you, and blink my eyes a few times to get my vision cleared as my head feels woozy from the impact. I begin to bring my guard back into place as I realise I have to do something fast to start dealing with your speed and counter punching techniques. 1:50 yt
14:46 Lil_Lilla: And the shocked and pained look on your face as your body implodes and envelops the body along with the cracking smack that powders your forehead, I couldn't ask for much more as you stagger and careen back into the ropes. As you blink and look blankly , I don't hesitate a moment and dart at you skipstepping as I continue to pressure you. As you try to reset on the ropes, I am already there. I use my fast hands and look to work you on the ropes. I step at you and bring a nasty double left jab at your chin and nose driving them with my left shoulder. and then feign as if coming to do it again and instead snap a quick inside right uppercut looking to tag that chin hard pushing it up with a torque of my body and the shoulder wanting to keep you on the ropes, cut off the ring and your choices and punish you where you wobble... 1:40
14:47 Lil_Lilla: yt
15:30 Emily_Stanly: The feel of the ropes on my back is reassuring in one sense, terrifying in another.....they stabilise me from falling down, but then they stop all backward mobility.....and here she is, at me now! I don’t have time to think, my grey eyes stare at you, as though they have the power to stop you. I’m a bit stunned at how fast you move to attack me on the ropes, and suddenly I eat a jab to the chin and then the nose in rapid succession sneak through my guard, snapping my head back. A small dribble of blood now starts to move out of my nose and over my mouth. My reflexes being too slow to stop either punch.....but they have the odd effect of snapping me out of my stupor. You are going to snap another jab off, and I close up my guard tight, NO MORE! But instead a right uppercut blasts upwards and separates my guard, punching into my chin, snapping my head back.
15:30 Emily_Stanly: My guard fortunately decreases the power of this brutal uppercut and leaves me more or less intact, again blinking my eyes. OK! I’ve got to do something. It’s now full brawling mode for me, and I intend to box my way off these ropes. I lean back into the top rope, to give me some spring forward, and with out thinking I come at you with a left/right hook combo towards your jaws, intending to back you off. yt
15:33 Emily_Stanly: 1:30 yt
15:50 Lil_Lilla: Trapped on the ropes and eating leather repeatedly now, I feel like I have you on full react mode. And I am not going anywhere. If my cornerman/trainer were here, he'd be screaming "PRESSURE PRESSURE!" and I would .. and I AM. Seeing your nose drip crimson, I smile through those gummed lips of mine. You take the combination and seem to jolt a bit. The uppercut does its job although maybe not as clean as I would have liked it. You again are blinking those eyes, a 'tell' that you are not all there. And you are right where I like you, close and trapped. I need to keep my attention and not lose focus. You lean into the ropes trying to make space and then attempt to launch yourself at me. I have the vision and the space to move and weave, something you do NOT have and when you go high, oh you make this too easy.... You swing a left/right hook combination comnig for my jawline, but this is boxing 101 defense.
15:50 Lil_Lilla: (mtc)
15:55 Lil_Lilla: With the room to maneuver and space to move, I am able to slip under as I lean slightly back and then bend at the waist deep as your combo flies over head... WHOOSH WHOOSH is what I hear in my ears, and I immediately bring my fast and nasty response. Your abs right there, I am already stepping and looking to drive a heavy right shovel hook at your body just to your left of your navel and then twist my body right and bring its partner left hook looking to pound your core center mass and finish the lightning flurry with a nasty inside uppercut that this time comes for your chin driving deep inside almost splitting your cleavage to do so...."yuuuush!"
15:55 Lil_Lilla: 1:20
15:55 Lil_Lilla: yt
16:25 Emily_Stanly: Perhaps my desperation to box my way off the ropes shows on my face, perhaps it does not, I don’t know, there are no mirrors in a boxing ring. I do know that when I come at you I’m going to knock your cute little block off those shoulders......but then suddenly I’m striking the air as you’re no longer home.....and with my gloves up high, and you down low, my whole midsection is wide open. Your barrage is an immediate attention grabber....but there is nothing I can do to stop it.....a right hook slams into my abs just off centre of my navel....and all I can try to do is tighten my abs before a left hook follows on.......forcing air out of my lungs and leaving mu mouth open in a big O. My gloves are out to my left and ride, and I know I need to reform my guard, but a nasty right uppercut swings up and this time it catches my chin flush, driving my head up and back, and then my back crashes into the top rope, and my body slides down each rope as my butt finds a place to sit on the canvass
16:25 Emily_Stanly: Only two minutes into the fight and my smaller and faster opponent has knocked me off my feet! I moan a little as I gasp for air and feel my chin with my right glove to see if it still works, and then glare up at you as you stand over me. I’m a bit speechless and out of breath.....and between breaths I just stutter “you.....you!” 1:10 yt
16:28 Lil_Lilla: And the realization personified. On your ass and muttering.... "yes... me... me!" smacking my gloves together as I respond to your sputtering. I smile, walk to a neutral cornerpad, lean in.... and just count.....
16:29 Lil_Lilla: "ONE!"
16:29 Lil_Lilla: "TWO!"
16:29 Lil_Lilla: "THREE!"
16:29 Lil_Lilla: "FOUR!"
16:29 Lil_Lilla: yt
16:34 Emily_Stanly: I wait a few more moments, and then roll over towards my side, to use the ropes to support myself as I get to my feet. I'm feeling many emotions now.....disbelief, humiliation, and most intensely of all, anger. I'm determined that I am now going to take you down. I'm detremined that you will learn some manners. And I am determined that you I will have the joy of seeing you crash and burn. By the time you reach 8, I'm on my feet, but realise my legs are shaky. I pause a moment at the ropes to let my ody calm down, and then alk flat footed to the ring centre. I look at the timer....."Plenty of time left in round 1 to teach you a few things." And then I wave my gloves at you to come. 0:50 yt
16:52 Lil_Lilla: "....EIGHT!" as you rise and lean heavily into the ropes right back where you were when you went down. Looking at you, your eyes unfocused and.... angry... Good! Get angry. "Bring it!" I say in my head. But you pause to compose and wave me in after... looking at the round timer. "Oh, that timer isn't your friend." I spew at you as you walk to center where I gladly meet you. I circle you at center granting your wish staying out of reach, but matching your movements. I step at you and snap a left jab at your head looking to drive the jab through your gloves then pivot and bring the right, straight and fast coming for your trunkline testing your defense... 0:40
17:03 Emily_Stanly: I smirk at your comments and then give my nose a little whip with my right glove, removing the little dribble of blood that YOU CAUSED. You don’t rush in at me quickly, like I would have done if our situations were reversed. Instead you circle at me, and stay at a distance. I keep my guard loose and high for now, keeping it tight certainly did not work. I’m playing for a little time to let my head clear, but then you make your move, stepping in at me and firing a quick jab that goes through my gloves, punching into my cheek and snapping my head back. I tell myself to calm down, got to get my reflexes working again. You pivot and then come at my trunk line with a right straight, but I see it coming and turn sideways going counter clockwise, so the straight just grazes my trunkline.
17:03 Emily_Stanly: And then I respond , desperate to try to get into this fight, with a quick right jab towards your jaw (my right is now leading after the twist), and as my right is brought back, I send it out again trying for another head shot. 0:30 yt
18:08 Lil_Lilla: My left drives through your gloved defenses and the pop of your head back makes a noise in my head like I just got a coin in a Nintendo Mario video game. My right grazes your body not making the contact I wanted. Your body positions itself is slightly twisted to my left and you drop a quick right at my jaw... "guuuh!" it sheds sweat from my head and smacking my left cheek and jaw.... Damn! that hurt. But that simply gets my attention. You reload it and I duck as it swipes over my head and I am now in the position to twist and pivot to my left and bring my right gloved fist directly at your belly. I swing the right in hook form and look to power it into your open abs. Then in one fluid motion, I draw it back and drive the right up looking to batter than chin of yours. in close again, rather than escape, you choose to engage and hopefully you pay for it... 0:20
18:12 Lil_Lilla: yt
18:23 Emily_Stanly: I feel my right jab connect with your jaw, and it gives me encouragement, hope that the beating I’ve been taking is now going to stop. Then I go to the well one to many times, as you easily duck under my second right jab, and this positions you inside my guard, and close up, and again I’m wide open and defenseless. I was expecting something to come from your left, but that quick pivot left allows you to swing a fast moving right hook into my abs, and this time it really hurts, as you are starting to break down my abs with repeated strikes. I’m forced to look down and my eyes nearly pop out as the right comes up again pounding into my chin, spit sprays out of my mouth every where as I’m forced backwards a couple of steps, instinctively, before I come right, I send out a left jab hoping you might be quick to pursue and step into it, then I plant my feet to try to stop my movement and begin to get my guard back up and again try to clear my blurred vision with a few blinks..yt
18:32 Lil_Lilla: Mmmm yes! Your body swallows the right and the look on your face is priceless, like one of those dolls you squeeze and their eyes bug out, when my right comes and connects to your chin. You spew a spit shower and stumble back. I get ready to pursue when..... DING!!! the end of round 1 sounds as I see you continue to careen back snapping a jab at... no one. You stop your backward track and I smile as I shake my body as I get chills seeing your current condition. I don't need to say anything. I see your condition, I know mine, and .... you do, too. I simply turn and go to my corner, pop out the stool and sit. I spit my mouthguard out and take a drink from the water bottle hanging outside the rope on the turnbuckle in its holster. Is smile and watch you as I then grab a towel and wipe down, including some of the crimson stain on my glove from your dripping nose.
18:32 Lil_Lilla: 0:00 - end of round 1
18:32 Lil_Lilla: yt
18:40 Emily_Stanly: I can't believe this round finally ended and I walk flat footed back to my corner and towel down, spit out my gumshield, and take some water. At least I landed a nice right jab on your jaw, but the number of punches that I've taken is simply brutal and if I had a coach tonight, they would certainly be telling me a lot of things. Well, I'm a pretty good boxer, so I can coach myself.....next round will be mine, I tell myself......move faster, and yes, land some brutal uppercuts....I know she can't take punishment....next round, I going to knock her block off.....I tell myself. then there is a warning buzzer, and I slip the mouth guard back in, roll my shoulders up and down, and when the DING! happens, I move out to the ring centre, slowly, methodically forming a modified orthodox stance, crouching a little, gloves up. yt
19:09 Lil_Lilla: I see you do little in your corner. You seem to be talking to yourself as if trying to convince yourself of something. The minute passes fast and as if on top of each other, the warning, then.... "DING!"... Mouthpiece in, My gloves up, on my toes. You come out of your corner with much less 'enthusiasm', something that cannot go unnoticed. I come out on my toes, ready, fresh and with little marks on my body or face, I look to continue the education you promised ME. I giggle in my head as I think of that. But I know you ate a lot of leather coming out looking like you drank a lot of champagne, but I take no opponent lightly, especially when they weigh more than me - hahahaha - okay focus.... I see you've adjusted your stance, crouched, bent a bit more. Good, closer to my gloves. I engage and continue to be 'pro-active' and slip step at you and see how steady or jumpy you are. I drive my left shoulder as i stick out my left as if ready to jab at your chin and come at your face
19:09 Lil_Lilla: (mtc)
19:12 Lil_Lilla: .. and see if you flinch and draw up those gloves of yours. I then step in and get close right away, and send a quick, inside, left-right-left, snappy body digging campaign. Three quick and nasty fists looking to pepper your body and then get my gloves up and adjusting them looking to stay inside daring you to trade. Not letting up on the pressure and more than willing to trade.
19:13 Lil_Lilla: (r2-2:50)
19:13 Lil_Lilla: yt
19:20 Emily_Stanly: I’m now aching in several places, and thinking quickly how to adapt to your inside fighting style, your speed and your ability to punch harder than what one might expect. I simply have to bring punches to you faster, simple as that.. And in round 2, you must be getting tired of holding up those 8 oz gloves. All this flashes through my mind as I try to stare you down, if looks could damage, you’d be in hospital now! You’re looking fresh, and ready for action’ could be the lack of punches I delivered, could be your younger age, whatever. You’ve been beating me up mostly by counterpunching, so I decide to hold back, and try to turn the tables on you. You stick out your left, and I bring my guard higher and tighter, she is expecting me to attack as usual, I think, but then you come at me, getting in close before I can do anything, landing three fast and snappy punches to my abs while I try to protect my head. I let out a dull groan, as the body hammering is starting to get to me. mtc
19:20 Emily_Stanly: I was expecting you to retreat, hit and run, but you stay put, and I’m going to go toe to toe, sending an overhand left towards your temple, hoping to go over your gloves, the a right hook towards your jaw, and a left/right straight towards your face, just wanting to blast away your guard, fully committed to going toe to toe and trade leather. R2-2:40 yt
19:31 Lil_Lilla: the body shots I know are taking their toll and you eat all three as your low toned and exhausted sounding reaction clearly portrays. You do as I expect trying to sweep those gloves at my head. The overhand left I slip by moving my head and shoulders over and right. When your right then unloads, it extends and I drop slip back left. But I didn't expect the follow left and right.... "guuh! guuuh!" my head popped back twice, hair in a tail flapping in the exchange catching me on chin and forehead. Good shots that require me to quick slip my head and shoulders right and left in case you throw more. I counter and come under with a left jab- straight right inside your gloves looking to pop that body that is bruising and jellying in front of my eyes, then a snap left and right uppercut wanting to pop your chin... "pffft pffft" r2-2:30
19:31 Lil_Lilla: yt
19:40 Emily_Stanly: I feel my overhand bomb strike some air and then my hook strikes some air, but I take you by surprise with a couple of straight shots to your chin and forehead that really rock your face, and you were not looking for those, your expression is telling. I don’t send any more shots because of your constant movement of slipping left/right, which could provide you a big opportunity. Suddenly you counter with a left jab right straight combo at my abs, and again I gasp out in agony. The pain is a big distraction, my abs now are on fire, then you send a left/right combo of uppercuts at my chin, I’m still alert enough in spite of my pain to lean back from those uppers, that narrowly miss my chin, and I send back to you two gifts, a left/right combo of hooks towards your jaw, not going to be intimidated by this small Yank! R2-2:20 yt
19:54 Lil_Lilla: Inside, your body gets popped and I love hearing you gasp; a very telling story. You somehow slip the uppercuts leaning that head back, and you AGAIN send in close a left and right hooks coming for my jawline. You clearly haven't learned as I slip them simply dropping under, gloves tucked at my head side. WHOOSH WHOOSH!. The moment you release them and as the right misses.... I plant and this time the uppercuts go to the body, but they aren't snappy. I drive them both... the left first looking to implode your core, then the right wanting to cave in your solar plexus., the reload the right and bring it driving up and power into your chin with it.... "Yuuush!" r2-2:10
19:54 Lil_Lilla: yt
20:02 Emily_Stanly: I send out my left and right hooks, either of them could have been a knock out blow, but you simply duck under them and suddenly my core is exposed. You are well positioned underneath me, to drive an uppercut into my ribs with your left, and then a right uppercut into my solar plexus. As your glove pounds into the delicate bundle of nerves in my plexus, pain radiates out in all directions, pain that causes paralysis. MY face becomes a total grimace of pain, pain and then more pain. My gloves begin to drop, my knees start to buckle, and then the right uppercut POUNDS into my chin, rocking my head back, making my brain bounce around inside the skull. My knees just go out from under me, and I collapse backwards onto the canvass, making a big thudding noise. Eyes glaze over.....but I don’t feel pain in my centre core anymore...your a merciful bitch! R2 2:00
21:13 Lil_Lilla: You simply go to the same dry well to often and it costs you.....and like that, you DROP. My gloves get charged. My small compact body makes you pay for the foolish thought that "small me" couldn't do what I am doing to you. The rush up my arm as each blow connects is beyond exciting. I look at your eyes and I smile wide. I walk to the corner and I again count....
21:13 Lil_Lilla: "ONE!"
21:13 Lil_Lilla: "TWO!"
21:13 Lil_Lilla: "THREE!"
21:13 Lil_Lilla: "FOUR!"
21:13 Lil_Lilla: "FIVE!"
21:13 Lil_Lilla: yt
21:19 Emily_Stanly: I’ve been totally fucked up, and have received a lesson in how a smaller opponent can take apart a bigger gal if they are faster and have better technique. I think I’ve been hit maybe 20 times, and I know I’ve lost track. In comparison, I’ve landed only 3 punches in total due to her fast defensive movements. As I lay here moaning, and drifting back to consciousness, I realise that I’m grateful that no one was around to see this spectacle, but as I look up, I see the security camera and realise, uggg..the staff are going to be watching this debacle tomorrow. I can’t let it end like this. I hear that boxing “thing” now counting. If I get up, maybe I can reverse the situation, as all I need is to land one power punch in the right place.
21:20 Emily_Stanly: SIX! SEVEN!.I begin to roll over onto my belly and push myself up, but drop back down, EIGHT!.then I try it again, NINE!.this time my push off the canvass works, and just after the NINE count, I’m standing, by wobbling a bit. I need to show some provado..and wave my gloves at you. yt
21:35 Lil_Lilla: The count continues and I am literally SHOCKED! Struggling to get up, my eyes widen. You get up as "NINE!" sounds, wobbly and shaky, looking far from stable. And what is this? You 'wave me in'? I don't even waste a moment, I skip step at you and get right on you, I snap a left jab at your chin just to get a sense of your reaction but then don't send a right straight towards your head. I plow the right directly at your solar plexus, intending to back you into the ropes, then criss-cross a left/right hook and cross toward your jaw line and get my round of ping pong in using your head as the ball, and my gloves as the paddles again driving with my shoulders and twisting my torque'd waist to bring extra power to each hook.
21:35 Lil_Lilla: (r2-2:00)
21:35 Lil_Lilla: yt
21:42 Emily_Stanly: I’m nearly out of juice, too many punches, and trying to keep up with your movements has just exhausted me. But in my mind, I still see myself delivering that knockout blow, recorded on those security cameras. I get my guard up, my legs feeling shaky. You look at me strangely, “what the fuck are you looking at?” And then it begins.....you come straight at me, not bothering to circle. You snap a jab at my face, and I lift my gloves to block it. I’m not careful on the placement of my elbows and suddenly you drill a right straight between them into my solar plexus, and I cry out in pain as you pound your gloved fist into an already tender area. I’m driven back into the ropes as you catch me on the side of the face with a left hook, and I raise my left glove to deflect the second hook. My back presses into the top rope, but I come out swinging with a wild right haymaker of a hook towards the side of your face still desperately thinking I can take you down. R2-1:40
22:03 Lil_Lilla: Your desperate attempt to continue is inspiring in a way and in my view completely whacked in another. The left jab: "stuffed", the right to your solar plexus: "devastatingly on target as you roar in pain. I am shocked you are still up." You careen into the ropes. The left hook: "connects flush to your face, your head flies left." The right hook: "Blocked! SHOCKED! You were writhing in pain, but you got the glove up. Backed deep into the ropes, the top rope bending from your body's lean into it. But you come off that rope and swing a wild and uncontrolled haymaker right, telegraphed from Tower Bridge, and I just duck under bending low at the waist.... WHOOOOOSH!!!! it flies over and actually feel a breeze. I immediately drive a monster right uppercut brought from below the knee and drive it up to your chin looking to end your night. ..."uuuush!"
22:05 Lil_Lilla: r2-1:30
22:05 Lil_Lilla: yt
22:10 Emily_Stanly: My “punch drunk” attempt to land a wild and poorly formed hook backfires immediately, as once again you duck under it, and as you come back up, you hammer my open chin with a massive uppercut that rocks my head back. My eyes roll in their sockets, glaze over, and my knees buckle from under me. I collapse face down on the canvass, this time no moans, no movements, my lights punched out and my bell rung. yt
22:21 Lil_Lilla: My glove crashes into your chin and the rush up my arm and the look of your chin when my right collides with it is beyond exhilerating. Your head goes violently up and like a curtain cut down for a 'reveal', you crash to the canvas as you face plant. The THWUPPPPP!!!!!! sound echoes throughout the gym. I stand and look over you. No movement. I smile. I walk to the corner. And as the count happens, I think of all that could have been avoided had you not been so confrontational with the 'bloody spoiled tiny american girl.' Insteadm you got a painful lesson. I think we made it to page 12 of the book. It's a shame as I here... "TEN!!!! DING DING DING!!! KNOCKOUT!!!!" I could be kind, even though you called be several names, including that female dog reference. I decide to... do nothing. I leave you lying out cold on the canvas. Once a bitch.... always a bitch.

Published: 2023-07-20, viewed 102 times.