Female Boxing Federation

14:26 Amazonian_Boxer: The county fair is a big event, an annual happening every summer. Nothing better than family fun. Every year a big tent is set up with a ring inside it for martial arts exhibition fights, and tonight is boxing night. Tonight it’s me versus Selene, an older woman who is well known for her boxing abilities. It’s seems likely that my best strategy will be to try to wear her down and then take her down late in the fight. I’m now entering the ring wearing some short black boxing trunks, a black sports bra that displays my cleavage nicely, some purple and green 8 oz gloves, a black mouth guard and black boxing boots. And to add to my goth like appearance, my eyes are painted with black spikes, giving me a fierce look. Weighing at 160, 6 ft 0 in tall, and 24 years old, I slap my gloves together and move to the red corner after being checked over by the ref. yt
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14:44 Selene_boxer: I've been to the faire every year since I was a kid, though the rides aren't my thing any more. I ALWAYS go on boxing night, though the past couple of years, haven't been able to get any suckers--err..opponents...everyone sees me and says, "NOPE!" I like the fights--no worries about a bad decision, no round breaks...someone's getting knocked out--or more often, someone gives. This year, someone formidable was looking for a challenge--or someone who didn't know what she was getting into. I slip into the ring, my 5'6 looking small compared to your 6', but solid at 142 pounds...simple white trunks with black trim, white sports bra, black 8 ounce gloves, white mothguard--a nice contrast to you. Toss my long red hair behind my back, green eyes bright with anticipation--the height, the weight, I'm used to, but there's a little flutter as I take in the goth look--goth boxers in my experience either fold up quickly, or ar BERY tough--and you don't look like the fold up quicky type yt
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14:58 Amazonian_Boxer: I watch closely as the red haired woman enters the ring, thinking, so this the legendary Selene who no one wants to box. I'm not from around here, but I do scope out the competition and she does make me nervous from what people say. I intend to use my size to advantage and hopefully I will have some greater stamina unless Selene is a fucking fitness junkie of some sort. The ref now calls us to the ring centre for her instructions, and ends by saying tap gloves if you wish, so I extend mine to see what happens. yt
15:04 Selene_boxer: Eyeing you from across the ring--I see nerves, but the good sort, the same I feel fighting somewone i know nothing about. You looked big in street clothes...but everyone looks bigger when she's out to punch you in the face. That long, lithe build promises a lot of pain, and your movement says you know how to fight. Hiding the bit of nerves the goth look, the eye spikes do something to me--a bit of intimidation I stifle quiickly. I see that you are NOT one of the goths that'll fold up, so probably very tough--I say, "Looking good--loser buys lunch or drinks?" as I extend my gloves to tap yt
15:13 Amazonian_Boxer: "You got it, I'm ordering lobster!" Then I step back towards my corner as directed by the ref. The ref then looks at both of us, and suddenly signals for the bell. DING! And its on! I come out of my corner bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet, bobbing erratically from side to side,confusion and motion, its what boxing is about. I form an orthodox stance, left glove leading, right held back in reserve near my chin, left foot leading, elbows tucked in, now trying to form a diagonal towards you, to be a smaller target. yt
15:20 Selene_boxer: In an orthodox stance, left foot in front, on my toes, head moving side to side, up and down, elbows in tight, moving erratically...not an easy target...assesseing your form...you're going to be hard to hit, hard to get inside of your reach...a slight twitch of my left glove, a shoulder twitch to test your reactions, not throwing a punch...yet... yt
15:24 Amazonian_Boxer: You have great movement and boxing form, I can hardly see any open area at all. Your left glove moves, and I decide to try an beat you to the punch, what ever it was you were going to throw, I don’t care, I launch a left overhand bomb towards your temple that I can just see under your gloves, I hope I can get it over them before you can react. Then I try to follow this up by changing levels and attempt to drive a hard right straight towards your trunk line. yt
15:32 Selene_boxer: I was not throwing a punch--just a twitch to try to get you to throw one, and you go for it...dropping low, leaning to my left so my right glove can brush the blow aside--would have HURT--sliding in to try to plant a left hook on your ribs, but you beat me to the punch with your right, your fist slamming into my hard stomach, stopping my punch from getting anywhere...blinking as i feel your power--you hit hard! my body shaking. As you pull yur right back, I step forward, tring a left hook over your right, looking to catch that beautiful brown eye...more speed than power--then step off to my left yt
15:41 Amazonian_Boxer: I feel a little off balance as you drop low and lean to your left and push my glove away with you right. My right straight connects with your trunk line, and I feel a wall of well developed abdominal muscle. Then suddenly your left sweeps over my right as I’m pulling it back and connects with my right eye, in the blink of an eye. All I get is a flash of black glove coming in fast. You were going more for speed than power but an eye is delicate and it hurts, and at least with my makeup, I don’t think a shiner will show up without more swelling, but shit, I now see why no one wants to box this woman, in the first few seconds of round 1 I get a small black eye. You step off to your left, and I guard up and move right to cut off your movement. I keep bobbing and weaving, breathing a little hard, realising I came out the worse for that exchange. yt
15:47 Selene_boxer: Grinning as my punch connects--I LIKE closing my opponent's eye, but that right--that hit like a fucking brick--this spike-eyes Goth is going to be a handful...might have what it takes to put me down, and you certainly got the better of the opening exchange...as you move right, I sstep with you, keeping my head moving, trying to be hard to hit--throw a fst jab at your face--easy to block,but giving you something to do...as I drop low, stepping in with a right hook at your side, biceps ribbling as i try to BLAST your floating ribs yt
15:55 Amazonian_Boxer: After the last exchange I’m reluctant to simply jump into another attack, better to let you come at me. You don’t disappoint, a jab comes at my face, and I think, is she kidding? I easily close up my guard, and the jab just smacks on my gloves. Your followup comes fast, but I have good reflexes, and twist my body to the right to take your hook on my left elbow, grimacing from the impact, but my ribs being spared. I react quickly, trying to hit your forehead with a jab and then your chin with a second jab, and I try to keep the pressure on by swinging a wicked right hook at the side of your face, trying to drive you back away from me at the very least, you're too good for me to have you in close. Yt
16:04 Selene_boxer: The move-countermove is obvious, but I didn't expect you to be quite fast enough to stop the right...I smile as my glove hits your elbow...this is fun. My right's not posiioned to block, so I slip the first jab, the secong one snaps my head back--you're fast. I try to block the right, but your long arm snakes it around my raised glove--it lands with a THUD, slamming my head sideways--this girl's GOOD, I think, as I back away to reset my defense..."Can't let her stay in my head," I think as I move, saying, "Nice one, Edel..." yt
16:11 Amazonian_Boxer: My first jab is not fast enough and you slip it, not difficult given how high the jab was going, but you clearly were not expecting the second jab and it smacks your head back. I’m surprised I get the hook in, as you try to block it, but manage to curve it around your guard, and you pull back. I’m too focused and intense to reply to your comment, and push off my trailing foot to bounce towards you, wanting to stay in contact. Your guard is reset, and you are moving, but I decide this is not the time to be cautious. I try to throw out a power right hook with my right, twisting my hips, aiming it not for your head or body, but for your left glove, trying to pound your gloves momentarily out to your right, and then I try to send a left straight towards your nose, my left now no longer leading. yt
16:28 Selene_boxer: Needing a bit of space--you don't give it to me, then I catch the hook with my glove--thank goodness I catch it--that punch would have HURT--I didn't see that it was a bit more push than punch until you simply power my glove out of the way, leaving my face open--so few people do that--so few can do what follows--that it catches me off guard. I slip, but not fast enough, and your glove SMACKS my nose--I can feel it start to fill, but no visible blood, but plenty of ouch. You're taking me apart, your pretty yet menacing face unmarked...hoping that you aren't as comfortable without your left foot in front, I drop low, my left foot outside your right as i slide forward, twisting my core, my hips--power comes from the ground, magnified by the core...muscles rippling as I rip my left hook at your ribs, trying to punch THROUGH you--follow up the hook with a secoind one, this one aimed for your left eye--fast rather than hard...ready to stay close and bang with you yt
16:49 Amazonian_Boxer: My confidence is gradually returning, having taken a punch to the eye in the first 10 seconds of the fight was truly demoralizing, but I’ve been making a strong come back, and now I punch your gloves away long enough to land a hard left straight on your nose, its turned red, but no blood, yet. I give you a little smirk, as if to say that one gotta hurt! Your left foot comes out on the outside of my right lead foot, and like wow...she is too fucking close. I raise my right to try a jab, but it goes over your head as you drop low, and suddenly I get what you are doing, as your left hook punches into my ribs, the sound reverberating around the big tent!. I lean forward and a big O opens on my mouth, in pain, trying to suck it up, then a second hook heads for my left eye, but I raise my left glove to block it, but it pushes my glove into my face, and I guess the crowd is wondering why I’m hitting myself!
16:50 Amazonian_Boxer: Your way too close for comfort, and sensing something really bad is going to happen, I push off my right lead foot to retreat a step, switch step my legs to move back into an ortho stance, then JAB JAB JAB.....towards your face, trying to get back into my comfort zone. yt
16:59 Selene_boxer: grinning as I FINALLY manage to apply some good hurt to you--got to say close and chop down the tree--the bog O really tells me that this one hurt good...the second hook doing nothing...but keeping you aware that I want to work that eye...but you switch stances too close to me, without distracting me, and I KNOW you'll want to be back orthodox. For an instant, as you switch, you're square on to me, your stomach just inviting a punch--ad who am I to refuse such an invitation...snapping a hard stright right at your gut...if it lands, the jabs will be a bit off...my head moving constantly, though two of the jabs smack into my cheek--accepting the punches on my cheeks, which stings, reddens my fair skin, but doesn't STOP me--trying to imitate a bulldog plowing in, ripping a fast overhand right at your left eye--iven if it down't connect, you have to deal with it...yt
17:11 Amazonian_Boxer: Even after taking the painful hook to the ribs, I'm still feeling confident as I try to switch stances, but then my older opponents greater experience suddenly shows and as I am switching legs so close to her, a hard straight right plows into my abs straight on.....bending me forward slightly. I tense my abs a tad too late, not expecting this, and my face grimaces from the pain. With your head in constant movement, only a couple of jabs land on your cheek, the shot to my gut taking a lot of the power out of my punches. They don't slow you down, a real, pit bull on the attack, and you swing a fast overhand right at my eye. I slip to my left, so the over hand comes down hard on my right shoulder, and then I try to shovel hook a right back towards your trunk line, under your right as I step left, and then back peddle a couple of steps to try to recover from the shot to my abs. Space is my friend and I need to put some between us.
17:26 Selene_boxer: Few people THINK they understand switchng stances...even fewer do--something to talk about over dinner--I love teaching, and pain teaches best--that grimace on your spiked face is absolutely gorgeous...(though it's easy on the eyes anyway...) but you still take it well--big and strong, you're not going down easily, and definitely the sort of Goth that beats redheads up...body punches add up, and taking punches is part of the price I sometimes pay to get inside...bright pink cheeks, almost like they;'re sunburned--but feel more intense...Your slip's impressive, and the punc won't hurt that broad shoulder. As you step left, positioning yourself for a punch, I try to step with you, but you're quick, and have found one of the weaknesses in my defense as your shovel hook slips under my righ and finds the pit of my stomach. I grint in pain as you work on tenderizing my hard body mtc
17:27 Selene_boxer: your small glove like a wrecking ball,,,bending over some, my face showing the pain as I wnder how she nailed me like that--my turn to open some distance, my abs a bright pink
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17:33 Amazonian_Boxer: Almost like magic, and to the surprise of the crowd, we both seperate from each other, both of us taking some hard knocks and needing a moment or two. I feel like I'm going to have to protect my body more now, and maybe you do too. I give you a grin as I look at your red face, which come naturally to red heads. I continue to bounce on my feet, and bob from side to side as move towards my right to begin a circle that slowly begins to get smaller. I feel like my best strategy is to try to tire you out, its clear you can take a lot of punches! I certainly understand why many won't fight you at all, as you are very experienced and know how to hurt. yt
03:23 Selene_boxer: You got me good with the switched stances, and I returned the favor when you switched back--you've landed a bit more than me, and HARD punches--the gasp of the crowd tells the tale--people don't see me back away from anyone, especially not this early in a fight. More important than any punch count, bruise count, I'm feeling like you're controlling the pace. I match your circling for a moment, content to keep the range open--I almost don't catch the way you're trying to tighten up the circle, get me at the end of your punches before I realize it--You're STALKING me...I gove you a quick admiring nod as I open up the circle--after that body shot, I want a couple more secnds yt
08:49 Amazonian_Boxer: Slowly closing the circle with you does not work, as you wisely move back at of range. I begin to suck up the pain in my body and decide to kick this fight into high gear. This lady is tough and the only hope I have to win this is to just try to keep grinding her down and hope I survive it. After you step back, I use my long legs to spring towards you, trying to place myself at an optimum strike zone for my height, and the send a right/left straight combo of punches at your gloves to try to get your attention high, then weave low and try to drive a right uppercut under your elbows up towards your solar plexus, twisting my hips for more powering, trying to drive your guard apart. yt
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12:40 Selene_boxer: The woman is stalking me...and I'm letting her! That's when I realize you're inside my head...it can't be your size; I fight big girls a-plenty. the spikes? the demeanor--gloves? Some combination of all of them? The spikes are sure distracting--look great...as I realize I need to get aggressive, force the pace, you act--a right lead--left...plenty of power, your purple and green gloves smacking my black leather--fast, hard, but not hard to block, though I'm a half step behind mentally--something's com...UGHNNNNNN your uppercut slides past my elbows--not quite a fight ending solar plexus punch, but it HURT, and that shows on my face, the grunt acompanying the smack of your leather on my sweaty flesh, my hard abs getting worn down. Uppercuts are my bane, and you really got your core, your weight into it. I almost step back, but instead, step to my left and come back with a fast right at your nose...good if it lands, but as much to distract mtc
12:41 Selene_boxer: you as smush your nose, then a sharp left hook, hoping to get your right eye again--can't see any bruisining, but it'll add up--before stepping to my left again, looking to get out of punching range yt
12:52 Amazonian_Boxer: I can’t help but put a little smirk on my face as my right uppercut impacts your midsection, I know it got to hurt, and I expect you to move backwards, but instead you take me a little off guard, and step to my right. I begin to pull my right back in place, expecting a punch from your left, but instead your right shoots across straight into my nose, rocking my head back, and causing a little dribble of blood to start oozing out. But even worse, your left now swings out for my right eye, and I weave low, not quite fast enough to avoid your gloved fist from pounding the top of my head, and making me feel a little woozy. As I’m low, I try to send a right/left combo of straights towards your trunk line, and then as I come back up, I take a hop backwards, to try to reform my guard, and I use my tongue to lick the blood off my lips, tasting the saltiness. yt
13:04 Selene_boxer: Not expecting my right to land, but it does--and even a light punch just right there hurts...you weren't ready, and it shows--those neck muscles should have kept your head from snapping like that--but grinning as I see the blood--just the start, I'm sure, for us both. If I'd had the time to load up, the left would have done some damage, but missing the eye, it won't do a whole lot--besides the overall effect of lots of leather, and entertain the crowd..THEY are starting to call your name, "EDEL! EDEL!" as far too many of them, of all sizes, have gone home busted up after tangling with the little redhead. You're nicely positioned to throw the right into my bruised abs, the fair skin a bright red from your relentless punches, though at least it wasn't loaded up as well as the last one, bringing another grunt of pain. The left, I block with my right elbow, and I try to catch you with a right uppercut, but you're already moving back, and it hits air. mtc
13:07 Selene_boxer: As you're resetting, step forward, snapping a left jab out--but not at your face, your nose...instead, it's as much push as punch, trying to move your left hand aside--then drive a hard straight right at your mouth, those black lips such an inviting target--perhaps evena bit of a distraction from you cute nose--getting my hips into it, my core, trying to make a mess yt
13:16 Amazonian_Boxer: The air in front of me vibrates as you swing a big uppercut at me, knowing that would have been a real killer punch if it had landed. I hardly have any time to reform my guard, when you move forward, closing the distance quickly. Your left then pushes across at my left, momentarily pushing my glove out of place, and then your right shoots straight out, smacking me square in the mouth. I tighten my neck muscles to try to keep my head from rocking back, but all I see is a flash of black boxing glove and I can feel my bottom lip splitting and with my tongue I can taste more blood, that now dribbles onto my chin. There are no mirrors in boxing rings, but I feel my black lipstick probably smeared after that smack. If you were using white gloves, my lips would probably be imprinted! I try to fire back a left hook towards your jaw, hoping I can go over your right shoulder, and then step off to my right. yt
13:32 Selene_boxer: Punching an opponet's glove out of the way is a nice "usually works once" surprise, and soooooo gratified when my right blasts your lips--in my mind, I can feel my glove busting them, blood let loose...you show your strength this time, your strong neck muscles absorbing the blow so it doesn't rattle your brain; you are very used to getting fed leather, I can tell... That counter comes back FAST, catching the side of my jaw, sending a spray of sweat flying as choruses of "C'mon EDEL!" and "Knock her out!" echo--along with the inevitable cruse "Hit her tits!" but no matter the crowd, that blow did some damage, the right side of my face red as I step to my right, popping a left jab at your face--out of range, but to encourage you to stay that way--and for a more nefarious reason for later in the fight yt
14:33 Selene_boxer: The punch has me seeing stars...my jaw is SOLID, but so are your punches
15:15 Amazonian_Boxer: My left hook lands on your jaw, it was a kind of “Hail Mary” swat at you, more to drive you back, but I’ll take anything I can get. The crowd is chanting for me, but I know that its only because the redhead has beaten a number of these chanters senseless over the years, it’s a small town in Americana’s heartland and people don’t forget getting beat up, either in the boxing ring or after class in a grassy field behind the school. You send out a jab at me, and I reflexively lean back from it, even though it falls short. You’ve now stepped right, so I turn to my left and move a little forward, wanting to stay in gaged. I try an overhand left towards your forehead, not expecting it to do much other than get pushed away with your gloves, then drop my left to try another body shot, an uppercut towards your floating ribs. yt
02:07 Selene_boxer: I've getting hit too much, and not hitting enough. So many people want to see me get beat up--so many disappointed, but today, they'll at least know I took some solid hits. I get a reaction to the jab, but you just fade back and pivot; you know how to use your height, and it likely would have missed even of you were closer--though would have been BAD for you if I'd been moving in behind a right. Then your purple and green glove lashes out...I slip to my right, letting your punch go by...UGHNNNN!!! you've figured out my...challenges...in stopping uppercuts. I grunt deeper than before, as your uppercut SMASHES into flesh going from sunburn-bright red to bruised black and blue, bending from the impact as your blows wear me down, my whole body shaking, a grimace of pain on myface...feeling like I'm getting the shit beat out of me, breathing hard, but I can't keep moving back, and I know it.mtc
02:11 Selene_boxer: I plant my feet, gritting my teeth against the pain. My muscles ripple as I pivot, trying to get my whole core into a big overhand right--feet taking power from the floor, a sharp pivot to get some real snap into the punch, aiming for thestrangely attractive spikes around your left eye, grunting as I try to take in enough air--follow with a short, shopping left hook at your jaw, looking to put some hurt on you before you can finish wrecking my poor core yt
08:04 Amazonian_Boxer: I keep working over your body, love the feel of my uppercut smacking into your rib cage. I’m expecting you to break and run at this point, but you stand firm to go toe to toe with me, sending a big over hand right back over my lowered left and smacking me in my left eye. The punch was delivered with power, snapping my head back, hurting like fuck, and it’s going to leave me with a big black eye when I wash the black makeup off, and I can feel the swelling starting. And you don’t stop, as a quick short chopping left hook smacks into my jaw, but I roll my face to the left to try to mitigate some of the power, but it still sends sweat and spit flying everywhere. I’m thinking ok sister, let’s rock. I don’t retreat from your display of pugilistic brutality, but stay firm, hoping to use my own gloved fists to hold my ground!
08:04 Amazonian_Boxer: I throw caution to the wind, perhaps something unwise when squaring off with a boxer with your skill set, but I go into crazy mode and try to use my height advantage to shoot a right straight back at your temple, twisting my arm and hips as I send the punch. I follow this up by dipping my left shoulder and glove to try to target those lower floating ribs, and as I bring that left back to guard, I do the same with my right, but this time send the uppercut towards the other set of floaters, trying to increase the power with a twist of my hips and core. My eye now stings, but I can still see through it for the moment, as I go toe to toe with this powerful boxer. yt
13:24 Selene_boxer: The beating you're giving my body is relentless, each blow weakening me more than the last--what a fight, what a woman! Such a great feeling to land my glove on you HARD, the sweat flying--I know it had to hurt, and if I can last long enough, show some swelling even through that ferocious spike...I'm losing the fight, and know it--got to slow you down fast...the crowd knows it, too, as their cheers for you grow louder, drowning out my few partisans. That graceful roll weakens my punch, but taking you down is going to take a lot. Then you plant your feet--there's no mistaking someone ready to fight toe to toe--just the determined set on your bruised and bloody face, the subtle shift of stance--it's TIME. Not that I see this as brutality, but as art in motion, a ballet of bruises...I do NOT want that sense-altering right to connect, and the cracck of leather on leather fills the tent mtc
13:40 Selene_boxer: Even blocked, the punch has a lot of oomph on it, you know how to get your body behind your gloves--just a bit off balance from the sheer power, easy to reset,,,but not fast enough. I grimace as your glove slips past my guard before I can reset, smacking sweaty bruised flesh with wet smack, feeling the burn--you can feel a difference from the body punches you've been landing, know that your're really dishing oout a new level of pain to my black and blue torso. As I start to bend, the second blow smashes into me...face contorting with pain; it feels like my ribs are bending, like your punch is gooing through me...I gasp, overcome by pain, body weakened, and my legs atart to give, twisting slightly to my right, hands low in pain as I drop tomy right knee, almost face planting, but getting my right arm in fromt of me..on one knee in front of you, right glove on the ground mtc
13:48 Selene_boxer: Forcing myself to take the shallow, controlled breaths so vital to having a chance to recover from the beating, I look up at you, smiling...clearly hirt good, but you know the look..I am thoroughly bruised and battered, in trouble, but far from done, though not many would even be thinking of getting up. The crowd is yellig your name, though this time, the yells are mixed, with some yelling "Stay down," and some taunts coming my way, "How d'you like it, Red," though the smile aimed only at you should tell them...far more are demanding that I get up--this has been one of the great fights here, plus many don't want to see my beating end. The referee, reading the crowd, starts the count, but slightly slower than regulation....1...2...3... as I collect myself...yt
14:16 Amazonian_Boxer: I give you a smile as you go down on one knee, and stand in front of you until the ref pushes me and points to a neutral corner. This smaller woman can really take it, and I'm starting to get annoyed with the crowd, if I did not have on these boxing gloves they might have been given my middle finger on both hands. I watch on intently, thinking you are more likely to get up than not, that red hair of yours goes with a stubborn and determined nature. The ref just keeps the count coming, although it seems slower than normal.....4...5....6....yt
14:30 Selene_boxer: taking the full count, knowing this is no tiome for brashnessthis delightful Amazon is beating me good...a treacherous part of me says to the rest of me, "She's going to KEEP beating you up..." and the rest of me is hard pressed to refute it--you've been in control for most of the fight, working my body whe I was expecting you to be using your height to pound my head...as the count hits 9, I'm on my feet, breathign hard, my torso an ugly (or pretty...) mass of black and blue and purple, body and face slick with sweat, though at least there's only a little redness on my face...the ref gives a cursory check as i raise my gloves, stepping out of the way and saying "Box!" as I bring my gloves up, saying, "Nice job...bring it..." and give you a warm, welcomiong smile yt
14:35 Amazonian_Boxer: I give you a smile back, knowing that you would get up. Your body simply looks wrecked, and I bet you will now try to protect it, and I decide to put this to the test. I form an orthodox stance, and begin bobbing left and right and bouncing on my toes. I start to circle towrds my right, but then use my long legs to change direction quickly, advancing towards you. I feint a right straight towards your lower ribs, but then quickly swing the right upwards as hook towards your jaw, and then as I'm bring the right back to guard, try a left hook towards the other side! yt
14:39 Amazonian_Boxer: *ry a left hook towards the jaw on the other side!
14:48 Selene_boxer: bent over a bit, trying to maintain a good solid stance despite the BEATING I've been taking, ribs, stomach, every inch of bare flesh the sports bra exposes thoroughly tenderized..not circling--too beat on, just turning in place to face you, knowing a lot of hurt is coming .twisint to my right to catch the straight right--many more there, and I'll be dwon again, or on my feet, ready to be turned into a punching bag...can't get my left up fast enough, and your right crashes into my exposed jaw, snapping my head around,distorting my face like the funhouse mirror a few booths over, but moreso. The blow rattles me...seeing stars as your LEFT comes in, slamming my head the other way...two brual, unopposed blows landing clean...seeing stars, you're blury in fromt of me--a goofy part thinking you look better in focus...I step forward, my right hand going over your shoulderas I try to clinch, wanting to rest my head on your right shoulder and wrap my right arm around you mtc
14:49 Selene_boxer: scenting your sweat, getting your blood on my white top, whispering, "this is fun--you're good..." yt
14:53 Amazonian_Boxer: Suddenly your right hand goes over my shoulder, and I'm pulled into a clinch, our sweaty and bloody and battered bodies now merged into one, and I can feel your nipples pressing into me through the cup and fabric of the sports bra. I can feel your hot breath on my neck, and reply "We can dance later hun..."....I'm actually breathing hard, and feel as though I'm holding you up. I begin to try to waist around, trying to push into you, trying to walk you back towards the ropes. yt
15:11 Selene_boxer: making you hold me up is part of the goal, loving the struggle, body to body, sharing sweat, and reply to your quip with a goofy grin tht you can't see, "That a promise?" as I try to keep you from moving me into the ropes, but you're too big, too strong, and your core hasn't been totally demolished--despite my control, you can hear the pain in each breath as we struggle, as i try to buy a moment to clear my head as you walk me back...I make a weak attempt to turn us, but can't manage it...the referee saying "Fight out," as the crowd yells its appreciation, one wag (male...) yelling "Kiss her!" in a loud voice. Feling myself almost against the ropes, I release the clinch, taking a step back...but I waited too long, the ropes won't let me out of your reach. My top's plastered to my chest, showing every curve, my nipples, to the raucous cries of the spectators mtc
15:13 Selene_boxer: Jaw feeling like it's been torn clean off, torso ravaged, the only part of my upper body not burning with pain is my back and chest, a testament to your punching power, arms weak, and now my jaw reddening. As i feel the ropes on my back leg, I step to my right, hoping to open the distance, clearly shaken as I shovea left jab at your face, the once deadly jab a slow, apined reflection of what it was yt
15:36 Amazonian_Boxer: I'm slowly moving you back towards the ropes, and the crowd and you are making wise ass comments. It feels like it would be easier to just pick you up in a fireman's carry, but the ref might not like that! You are nearly solid muscle and that is denser and heavier than the other stuff.....Just as I get you nearly to the ropes, the ref shots fight out, and you release the clinch, taking me by surprise as you step right, and land a quick jab on my chin, it's not a powerful punch, but it makes me flinch. I realise you are trying to get around me, and I react quickly by stepping left to impede your movement and place my left glove your right breast to try to give a shove backwards into the ropes, and then try to bring my right foot between your legs, so I can send a short chopping right hook at your forehead. yt
15:52 Selene_boxer: It was being pushed against the ropes, not the ref, that made me let go--on the ropes, I'd be meat for you--though I seem to be, anyway...surprised that I get you with the jab--still, my leather on you is always good..."The dance a promise?" I repeat as I try to move--but you're in better shape--a gasp as your left glove pushes my breast, a surge of pleasure mixed with the pain--easy to shove me back..."feeling me up?" I crack I my arms windmill...you're perefectly positioned for the hook. The cracking blow sends a shower of sweat around, making almost a demented halo around my head--eyes glassy,against the ropes, getting my hands into some semblance of a guard position, smiling despite the drubbing you're giving me yt
15:58 Amazonian_Boxer: My face is now looking pretty wrecked, two black eyes, a bloody nose and a split lip, and it looks like I’ve been in a war, but your body is looking in pretty similar shape, and the aches to your body are telling, as it seems to be weakening your punching power. This time I hear you ask if this is a promise, and I grin and mumble through my mouth guard “oh yeh, you can bet it’s a promise, but first I’m going to do a bit more than feel you up my pretty red head!”. I then bend into a crouch, my forehead lowered and nearly pressing into yours, and taking a little step back, I try to pound a quick right uppercut towards your left side, and then try to dig a left shovel hook up into your floating ribs, and then a third uppercut with my right towards your centre core, trying to pound it in between your elbows.....”The scotch will be on me!”....yt
05:58 Selene_boxer: The spikes minimize the effects of the shiners, your right eye hardly noticeable, but the left eye looks good, the blood--a work of art...but my body's mottled pattern of sunburn red, purple, black, and blue, wiht the rare as yet untouched spot of normal flesh tone is a masterpiece of variegated color, my breathing revealing the pain...I answer, "Gonna hold you to it...Single malt..." and smile as I look to throw a left as you bend, coming nowhere near hitting you--that my expanse of bruised flesh is invitingly open, and your fist uppercut elicits a gasp of pain and a wince, sinking into my core, the meaty smack keeping the rowdy spectators aroused mtc
06:10 Selene_boxer: The left--well, it feels like my ribs are bending, almost lifting me off the canvas, bending to the side, each blow sending pain radiating through my core...but then--you're nicely set, a wide open woman in front of you...I can see your biceps ripple, know what's coming as I trry to tense them, but your massive punch comes right in, right in th gut---every bit of wind blasted from my lungs as I double over in pain, my gloves at my sides, breasts swaying...raw stubbornness keeping me from falling as I stumble into you...you're finally hearing that deep, pained gasping for breath...trying to get my left glove up, swaying helplessly in front of you yt
09:11 Amazonian_Boxer: Boxing is all about action and lots of movement and making split second decisions that are sometimes good and sometimes bad. When my uppercuts pummel your core and I see your cleavage bouncing around under your sports bra, and then you start to stumble towards me, I’m still in attack mode, and for better or worse my instinct is to keep boxing until you are planted on the canvass, or the ref says stop. I see you moving your left glove back up, and this further signals me to keep boxing. I punch a right uppercut under your left, its probably going to hit your left tit and push you back up and towards the ropes again, and then I let loose with just a brutal combo of punches, a left overhand at your forehead to push your head back and your chin up, a right uppercut wanting to devastate that chin, a left uppercut at those side ribs, using each punch to try to keep you propelled up into the ropes, and then a fast cross crossed left/right hook combo combination at your jaws. yt
15:13 Selene_boxer: Just trying to get my hands up,cover up and turtel to withstand the hurricane of punches, but you're having none of that; I gasp as you bull's eye my left breast, and I recoil from the shock of having my tit FLATTENED against my ribs; it mushrooms to the raucous cheers of the guys--and a few of the girls. I stagger back, though instinctively moving a bit to my left--a bit better angle to try to stay off the ropes, staying facing you. I'm moving left, so your left hits at more of an angle, rattling me, still enough to knock my head back--though the sharp pain in my tit at least sends me a surge of enrgy...just not enough...my chin wide open mtc
15:30 Selene_boxer: My left is up some, I get my glove in the way of your right, but you just power through my weakened defense..a sharp crack echoes, sweat flying, against the ropes, my sweat soaked red hair whipping around, slamming me back into the ropes, barely able to stand, but too stuborn to fall...a few people trying to get close, and get flying sweat in their faces for their trouble...yelling things like "HIT HER!" "IN THE NOSE!" "BUST HER FACE" and clearly intended for me, "HOW DO YOU LIKE IT!" while the referee watches, clearly intending to let the punishment continue for now--I might be popular with some fans, others want to see me beat good, and the ref waits...I start to slump as your left feels like it's going THROUGH my ribs, ravaging my battered body--if you'd gone lower, it would have sunk in almost to the wristband, you can tell...I fold over, inadvertantly too close for you to get leverage on the hooks, as my knees buckle mtc
15:33 Selene_boxer: My right arm over your shoulder, my left around your waist, not trying to clinch, exactly, just using you as 6 feet of support...the crowd yelling for a knockout, the ref saying "Fight on..." yt
15:42 Selene_boxer: smelling your sweat, getting more of your blood on me...so weak, but stuborn
16:09 Amazonian_Boxer: I feel your right arm come over my left shoulder and your left comes around my waist....not exactly a clinch, not exactly a dance step either. In spite of your beat up condition you’ve protected yourself from much of my onslaught, and now my sweat stained body and battered face is exhausted, my gloves feeling heavier as the fight goes on. I feel like I’m absorbing energy from the crowd and want to pummel you some more, but we are in two tight, and I know I can’t do much with my long arms against you as the range is way too close. I try to bring my left glove between us, wanting to try to push you away as the ref watches intently, and one of your fans shouts “C’mon Selene, uppercut!” yt
16:24 Selene_boxer: Desperate to avoid more punishment just yet--I know more is coming, but the respite feels good--as does your strong body against mine...feeling your left glove slide between my breasts, trying to hold on...smooth leather sliding over the insides of my tits is distracting--and it shows, but I let go with my left arm, trying to weakly thump your almost undamaged side...then SHOVE! your magnificent power sends me flying back into the ropes, beat to a pulp, body soaked with sweat...raising my hands into something resembling a guard stance...smile at you and whisper, "This is fun--you're GOOD!" yt
16:33 Amazonian_Boxer: My sharp shove sends you stumbling back into the ropes, the top rope bends back somewhat, and the crowd puts up their hands in case you land up on their laps. Then you say something utterly nuts....THIS IS FUN. I can oddly understand what you mean, as I'm well known for being fucking crazy. You get your guard up, and I do likewise. I want to be careful now, as I'm tired, and you are too good a boxer to not to take advantage of a mistake I might make. My tits are now drooping in a sweat stained sports bra, the cleavage moving with every step I take. I want to test your reflexes before committing to a major attack so I simply send a quick jab towards your forehead, to see how you react. yt
16:41 Selene_boxer: As you move forward, my eyes can't help but be drawn to your chest for an instant..but back on your gloves before you're close enough to punch me--I want to HIT you, but you're out of my reach--still breathing HARD, not the controlled breaths I should be taking, but the deep, instinctive ones that don't help as much...all I can do is hope you mess up, but you don't--blocking your jab with my raised right...too weak, and you shove my hand against my forehead..neck muscles still solid, so not snapping it back too much....I plod forward, trying to get close enough to punch you--that reach is a killer....yt
16:45 Amazonian_Boxer: You tell me waht I need to know, that you can still defend, blocking my jab with your right glove, and even though your right gets pushed back towards your face, I know it does not hurt much. "Let's rock Selene!" You're moving with in your striking range, so I take a step back, and then JAB JAB....the fist jab is at your forehead, the second one is down towards your trunkline.....then I try to circle to my right, moving around a bit flatfooted now. yt
16:57 Selene_boxer: Plodding towards you--I need to get in your reach, or you'll just pick me apart--one jab snaps my head back again as the crowd yells, "Finish her!" and someone else yells, "PUNISH HER!" as I step forward again,,,determination powering my steps--then your second jab hits--still some snap to it, and someone in bad shape should be able to take it, but my core's beyond Bad" and more "WRECKED..." and you stop me in my tracks as I bend, pain showing on my face, easily able to get out of reach--taking a pained breath, black sweat-slick gloves low, I linge forward, trying to get a right at your face level--almost overbalance and fall as my core wants to give way, knowing you're gonna knock me out, determined to make you work for it...but my awkward punch is lower than intended, coming in at breast level--with your step, almost as if it was aimed at your left breast yt
17:07 Amazonian_Boxer: You come at me awkwardly, it looks like you are going to send a poorly formed punch uptowrds my face, but instead your glove comes under my guard, pushing into my left breast. Its not a hard punch, but I flinh from it anyway. Your still trying to box with me, and you get big credit in my books for that. The crowd is now shoting, and I'm trying not to pay much attention to what they are saying, and take a half step back, and the bring my right out to form a hook, trying to plaster my right glove on the side of your face, hoping to curve around your left glove. yt
21:20 Selene_boxer: My bigger, stronger opponent has had me fighting her fight, and really thrown me off by going for my body consistently--a tall girl that can do that effectively is rare. My skin bears witness to the wreckage you've made of my core, the way your blows have rearranged my organs, sapped my power, but even if you couldn't see that, it's obvious from my pained breath, my weak punch, my sloppy footwork tells all. I wasn't aiming for your chest, but at least I put some leather on you. Rattled already, I can't move quite fast enough, even as I see you shift your weight to your right foot, push off,,,that twist of your waist, the way you get your core behind it before your glove even starts to move...mtc
21:29 Selene_boxer: The sweat and blood glisten in the ring lights, then your glove snakes around my weak guard to crash into the side of my wide open head. Yet another halo of sweat surrounds me, and I stagger into the ropes--my face bruised up, swollen, but nothing like your blood visage...but my hands are by my sides, black gloves unclenched...eyes glassy...beaten and knowing it, but too tough to fall, and too proud--and too much respect for you--to give...I lift my chin deliberately, presenting you with a perfect target, looking you in the eyes and smiling...mtc
21:37 Selene_boxer: The crowd's getting more and more raucous, the referee looking on--certainly more cheering when my glove caressed your breast, but seeing me dazed is getting more encouragement sent your way--the usual "Hit her tits!" which are vulnerable, and perhaps thrust a little forward, to "Break here face," and just cheering your success...they love you---for now yt
23:22 Amazonian_Boxer: My hook lands, and yet you are standing, but you seem a little out of it. Your breasts move up and down in your sports bra with each breath, and your taut nipples nearly poking through the cup and fabric. I'm no where near as fast as I was when then fight began, and I've got a black eye, a bloody nose and a split lip that hurts. I don't see too well now, as my left eye is really beginning to swell, but I see that wide open chin of yours, so I step forward to get in range, look into your eyes with my dark brown eyes, as though I'm looking at a mirror image, and then with a twist of my right hip I try to send my right glove upwards towrds the point of your chin, hoping to brush past your breasts and plough through that guard. yt
23:39 Selene_boxer: As you move in, I whisper, "Lookin' good..." more than a little out of it, and give you a nod and a soft smile, my chin thrust forward for you. Not trying to avoid, accepting the knockout punch, admiring your pretty face, your rippling muscles, as your glove slides between my breasts, making them jiggle some, to land on my chin...I couldn't have avoided the punch if I tried...this is my way of accepting that I've lost. Your purple and green glove SLAMS my head back, driving me into the ropes, my limp body collapsing to the canvas...I land on my back, right glove draped over the lower ropes, head torned to the side, eyes shut...my white sports bra spattered with red, soaked with sweat, my face looking like it's been badly sunburned--my torso is what tells the story of the fight,,,sweat, some of your blood, but not an unmarked bit of fluesh showing...black, blue, purple, showing where your fists worked me, smashing me...it's clear that I am OUT yt
23:46 Amazonian_Boxer: I watch as you collapse, and then do a quick little victory pose raising my gloves up and pumping my biceps, but this is short lived. The crowd is cheering me, but I've decided I don't like these yobs, they just don't respect the true boxer that I just fought, and to be honest, many are just jealous of her abilities. I take off my gloves, and drop them by your side, and then drop to my knees to help the medic revive you, cupping my hand under your neck, and saying "time to come back to us Selene"....as the smelling salts is whiffed under your nose. yt
23:52 Selene_boxer: The smelling salts suck, but looking up at you, I smile at your touch, "OUCH! You're great," I wheeze, a small smile on my battered face--talking hurts, so I reach up with my gloved left hand, resting it on the back of your neck and gently pull you down...no way I can sit yet...and gently kiss you on your split lips yt
23:58 Amazonian_Boxer: I place my lips on yours and return the kiss, letting it linger for a long moment, like a good 10 count. The crowd is getting impatient, and I don't care, if any of them want to step in the ring, I'll go a round or two with'em inspite of my battered condition. Then I sit back up, and place my Hyabusa gloves on your chest, "here dear, a little souvenir for you, and we'll have drinks as soon as you can move and shower", giggling yt
00:03 Selene_boxer: giggle with you-some of the crowd is cheering as we kiss...they aren't all just wanting to see me wrecked--though the ones that DID, sure got it. Sliding my gloves off, I hand them to you---"For next time," I say with a smile, and test myself carefully..."Wanna help me up? You put me down..." I say--still woozy, and it's going to take a few before I can stand on my own...The crowd applauding the fight, one yelling, "Kiss her again..." yt
00:10 Amazonian_Boxer: I get to my feet, and reach down to take hold of your arm, and help pull you up, the medic bracing you on the other side. I hear what someone in the crowd shouts out, and I think, why not, so bending my neck, I give you a light and slow kiss on the top of your left breast as the cleavage heaves up and down with your heavy breathing.....then I whisper in you ear....."Let's get those drinks and leave these yobs to their own devices" yt
00:17 Selene_boxer: smiling at your gentle touch, your lips leaving a cute red smear on my top, my heart racin"You're stroing, " I whisper, admiring you, wrap my arm around you like I was half drunk..."Thought needing you to hold me up was after the drinks," giggling as you help me out of the tent yt
00:19 Selene_boxer: "Gotta clean up...I promised you supper, too..."
00:19 Amazonian_Boxer: "Drinks on me, supper on you! C'mon, let's get you cleaned up!"
00:20 Selene_boxer: I smile

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