Female Boxing Federation

07:45 Amazonian_Boxer: The British Boxing Club, i.e. the BBC (not to be confused with the world famous British Broadcasting Centre) has told me to loose 7 lbs if I want to fight at the American Boxing Club, i.e. the ABC (not to be confused with the TV network American Broadcasting Corporation). At 160 pounds, I normally fight as a light middleweight, but they want the fight to take place in one division below this, welterweight, as the ABC does not have a women's light middleweight that they want to put into the competition. Imagine not having a heavier American? We Brits are always being told everything is bigger in the USA! Anyway, apparently the closest fighter that the club has to Welterweight is someone named Helen Redmann, who is a light welterweight and she has been told to bulk up if she can. mtc
07:48 Amazonian_Boxer: For the last month I’ve had no roast beef and Yorkshire pudding and no lager, and no ice cream, but plenty of chickpeas and lentils, and have started some weight loosing exercises, so by the deadline of the weigh in, I’m at 152 lbs, well within the welterweight division. You are not logged in. So now I’m watching as many videos of Helen fighting as I can find, which are more plentiful than my fight record with women, which stands at 3:0. I hope to make this 4:0 after the boxing match with my older and more experienced opponent, as I have a bit of a reach and weight advantage over her, and if I can’t put her on the canvass early, I will simply wear her out using my youthful stamina (age 24)! I’m now packing my gear, especially my makeup kit, for the flight to New York. The fight will take place using pro boxing rules at the ABC’s training centre in the heart of the earthy Bronx Borough, where they have a ring in the basement of
15:16 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: *sips coffee. Nice morning here. The beach freshly groomed, the smell of morning in the air. Then, I read a text from my trainer. "Call me, ABC wants to chat with us." I immediately sit up. ABC? geez, local or national. So, I call him right away. <Hello?> "Hi Freddy! What is this about ABC wanting to chat with us?" <Yeah, they have a fight for us and want to chat about details.> "Wait, what? Why would ABC want to chat with us? Is this the local affiliate or the national network? *now confused at what is going on* < Huh? No no no, not ABC news or sports, The ABC, they have a fight for the club and they're looking to go international with the BBC for a fight, and they want YOU!> "Wow, I really need coffee, *giggles. So the American Boxing Club has a fight with the British Boxing Club and they want me to represent the ABC. Okay, got it." <yeah but they want you to fight welterweight, which you've done before.> "Yeah, but I am 141 right now Freddy"
15:16 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (mtc)
15:21 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: <I Know but you have time. We'll get you even more muscled up and still keep you quick. You've been as big as 149 remember?> "Yeah, but that was for a mixed match, and non-sanctioned, off book. This sounds a bit more above ground. We'll need to focus, Mr Trainer. Hand speed and agility and movement can't be compromised." < well thanks for telling me how to do my job! ha! Today is a day off, but check your email. I've got a diet all planned out. Even have a day a week for England's own Yorkshire pudding, just for fun. Been told it's good. ok? > "Ha! funny man. Okay then, I'll look. Cya at the gym tomorrow." <Yup! Bye!>
15:21 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (mtc)
15:26 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: SO I get the information on my opponent. HOLY..... Damn! What the ......? Freddy , you didn't tell me I'd be fighting ..... In my head, I am a bit miffed. But the young woman I am boxing is a tall, lean, amazing looking lady. And so it begins.
15:32 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: The month passes quickly and I am having my last dessert choice, Yourkshire pudding. And Freddy was right, it's awfully good. Weighing in at a very cut 146 poundsYou are not logged in. I feel ready for this matchup. Today is cardio day and I am trying to maintain the weight and not burn too quickly come weigh-in. You are not logged in. But I feel great and ready. It's a day away, and I am pumped. Prep is all finished, fight plan in place. That video footage of Edel was impressive. That jab of hers is lethal. But we have a plan and we're going to go for it. My heart already races at the thought.
15:32 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
15:49 Amazonian_Boxer: I arrives in NY a few days before the fight, and receive a tour of the ABC in a kind of decaying old building in the Bronx. The ground floor has a rather well equipped gym with heavy bags and a speed balls, places to skip rope, weights and exercise machines. They invite me to use the facility during periods that Helen will not be training (don’t want any sneak previews) in preparation for the match with their “girl”. I have no illusions that this is going to be a tough fight, and no doubt we will have very different strategies and plans, and who wins will depend on who successfully adapts. Enough. mtc
15:50 Amazonian_Boxer: On the day of the fight I arrive at the ABC quite early, needing time to apply my trademark makeup to my eyes, basically a series of black spikes radiating out. You are not logged in. That takes a while, and to be honest, many don’t like this, but it’s not against the rules and it gives me an edge in the match. I quickly change into some short black boxing trunks, a black sports bra trimmed with red, some black boxing boots, a black mouth guard and I will use some 8 oz purple and green Hyabusa gloves. Then very carefully, so as not to smear the eye makeup, a light coating of Vaseline on my cheeks. Before inserting my gloves, my hands are wrapped with some red gauze, and then I’m ready to go ringside. I’m quite warmed up and ready, but do a little shadow boxing to keep calm and warm. You are not logged in. yt
20:07 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I get wind that we're gonna be fighting in the Bronx, and sure enough it's in the old Gleasons gym. This building should be condemned. and with the money ABC has, you'd think they'd show our guest some better facilities, like the Manhattan or Times Square location. Geez. Well, no need, a ring is a ring is a ring. I hear Edel was here yesterday and impressed the locals. I was not told anything as we have a strict 'no scouting' rule. Video provision for each was provided. But you can't miss the banter. The two things I hear buzzing, hand speed and power. and the height thing couldn't be missed I heard as one of the guys in the gym at the time was willing to spar until he saw how tall she was and suddenly had a 'bout of the flu'.... wimp. I go through my final day prep, glove drills, drilling in combinations and things that were specific to our fight plan.
20:07 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (mtc)
20:14 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Day before fight day has a chaotic start. Both of us fighting out of our traditional weight classes, there was supposed to be a weighin. I volunteer to weigh anyway, I come in at 145 and half. I was told that without a weighin from Edel, we may have an issue. My trainer Freddy walks up to the ABC committee. "Forget that crap. She comes 6 and a half hours on a plane to hostile territory and you're gonna send her home for a few pounds, IF that's the case. I am sure she is not only at weight but under. What are we the WBA/WBC/WBO/IBF? NO! Don't even bring it up! I mean geez, you pick the worst of the ABC facilities to box in and then you just wanna deal with a formality. Helen's fine with her being WHATEVER weight she is at." And I just stand there and smile. I love when my trainer cares more about who I fight than me... LOL. I smack him on the back of the head when we walk down the hall. "hey next time ask me before you send me to slaughter ok? " *giggle*
20:14 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (mtc)
20:15 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: "Relax, Helen, she's a guest, you know that, and she should be given the red carpet, not the shithole express." I laugh hysterically as I agree. Fight night... tomorrow.
20:26 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: "Shit!" I wake up in a panic as I know my alarm wasn't set. Damn! 1pm Okay deep breaths, plenty of time. How did I sleep so late? I give a call home to see how the chillins are doing. "Yes, mommy will be home tomorrow night. No, hun, I am not going to be on TV, you know that. Uh huh, I'll make sure that the makeup lady knows you are wishing her good luck. Ok , bye. Give Uncle Bobby a hug from me ok?" I get myself settled, under armour prefight warmup gear on, sweats, footwear, and my hoodie. I leave the hotel and get to the gym. I see Freddy, "I cannot believe they chose the basement gym. Gonna be old school Freddy, for sure." "This place will definitely have a vibe. Kinda Rocky-like, underground, raw. Gonna be a night for sure. Cmon, let's get going." "Hey Freddy, make sure the UK Assasin gets this. *hands him a drawing from my daughter, with good luck written on it and a drawing I was told NOT to look at*" "UK Assassin? " "yeah don't you read our twitter feed?"
20:26 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
20:32 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: "...that's the name the locals here are giving her. That's a cool name. How come I can't have a cool name like that? I'd be great with a name like.. Helen the 'Wrecking Machine' Redmann... or or. or... 'The Crimson Crusher'.... or how about..... " and our voices fade from the surrounding ears as we go down the hall to get fight ready.
20:32 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
22:04 Amazonian_Boxer: Some bone head tried to tell me there was a weigh in that I missed, but I told him I was officially weighed by the BBC before I left the UK, and the BBC always reciprocate their weighins with the ABC AI YI YI ...so much red tape to boxing, then I’m told its going to be cancelled, and then I’m told no, its not, that some guy named Freddy something squared it. So here I am, ready for the boxing match, and there is a knock on the door, and I’m told is time to go ring side.
22:04 Amazonian_Boxer: As I peek out the door, I see the area around the ring is filled with people sitting on metal folding chairs, and I wait for the announcer. “LADYS AND GENTLMAN, OUR FIRST PUGILIST TO ENTER THE RING, AND WILL BE IN THE RED CORNER, COMING FROM LONDON ENGLAND, AND REPRESENTING THE BRITISH BOXING CLUB, IS EDEL SMYTHhhhhhh! WEIGHING IN AT 152 LBS, MEASURING 6 FT 0 IN AND BEING 24 YEARS OLD!” I then proceed down the short aisle to the ring, and allow the ref to check my gloves and mouth guard, before sliding between the ropes and move to the red corner, where I throw a few punches for the amusement of the crowd. yt
22:20 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Hands wrapped, 8-ounce Cleto Reyes boxing gloves on, sweat sheen present, Custom Black boxing trunks with "REDMANN" across the front beltline, boots, black sports bra, black mouthguard. On my toes as I know it's time. The knock, "It's Time", and I come out hoodie up over my head. I walk out slowly as I hear "AND HER OPPONENT, COMING FROM THE 'SUNSHINE STATE'; THE GREAT STATE OF FLORIDA, REPRESENTING THE AMERICAN BOXING CLUB, COMING IN AT 145 AND ONE HALF POUNDS, AT 5 FEET 9 INCHES TALL, THE 46 YEAR-OLD "REDHEAD", HELENNNNNN RED MAAAAAAAaaaannnn!" And i slowly parade donw the aisle to the ring apron. The ref checks my gloves, mouthguard, and then spreads the ropes as I step through ropes 2 and 3. I don't even looka t you. I simply go to the blue corner and stay facing away from you.
22:20 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
22:31 Amazonian_Boxer: I look you over from head to toe, and see you look even fitter in person than you do in your videos. A rather cool chick, as she refuses to make eye contact with me. Soon that will change, I’m sure, or she will be laid horizontal! And now the ref motions us to the centre ring, and I keep my dark brown eyes fixed on you, curious to see whether you will look up. And of course there is the normal drill from the ref, “protect yourselves at all times, if I say break, then disengage and step back from each other, bla bla bla and so ladies, you may tape gloves now if you are so inclined, and good luck to both!” So I stick out my gloves to see what this red haired menace is going to do, and then jog backwards to my corner, keeping my eyes blankly fixated on you. I begin to bounce lightly on my toes, gloves held down at my sides, as I wait for the bell. You are not logged in. yt
22:41 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: The ref calls us to center and I keep my head in my hoodie, head down. I approach center ring as the ref goes through the 'ritual'. I hear him, but it's all a muffled, useless speech to me. Never have I not wanted to protect myself or keep my hands up. I do know that the ritual story had to be changed as he notes... "there are no stoppages, no TKOs, and we continue each round until one of you cannot answer the ten count." That got my attention. Gauntlet-style fights are simply the best fight. One of us isn't walking out of this ring. One of us will be out cold on our backs, or face-planted. Either way, it's going to be a match for the books. The ref instructs us to tap gloves at which time, I flip my hoodie off and look you dead in the eye with my blue-greys. I tap as my stoic look makes it clear, it's time. I walk back to my corner turning my back on you. My trainer takes the robe off and I reveal my boxer-ready form, now even tighter with the added weight 146 1/2 pounds
22:41 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (mtc)
22:44 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I turn and adjust my neck and hear the crackle from inside my head. I smack the gloves together, kick out my feet slightly, get my rewashed mouthguard placed back in my mouth, and then I hear it... "SECONDS OUT!" My trainer whispers something in my ear and I nod then, "BOXERS READY??? and.... " DING!.. "BOX!" and the ref drops his hand... Round 1.
22:44 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (r1-3:00)
22:44 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
22:49 Amazonian_Boxer: The bell rings, and I form an orthodox stance, and come out of my corner bobbing from side to side, bouncing lightly on my feet. I come out slowly, wanting to test the waters gradually, and see what this red head has to offer, no need for me to make a mistake and get KO’d in the first few seconds of round 1. I begin to circle to my right, attempting to keep my body at a diagonal to you, and then I decide to try a quick probing jab towards your face, just wanting to show my reach, and I keep my right up and ready in case you try to weave under and advance on me. 2:50 yt
22:59 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: The most amazing sound, the boxing bell. No other sound like it. No sooner does it sound, and it fades away. I get in my modified orthodox stance, the left not as tight and the palm of my gloves held more like a kickboxer than a boxer. On the palm side of each glove is an etched letter... On the right glove, it says 'K'. The opposite glove etched an 'O'. When facing you, it's KO, giving you a message right away. I move and slide on the old canvas, the sound of the slips and moves creeks and wooshes the air from the old school canvas. You probe that jab as if I am not aware of the reach. Not seeming as formidable as my height not as understated as others facing you, but 3 inches is 3 inches. But height does not equate to reach. Your long arms are clearly just that, much longer than the 3 inche height advantage. So when you snap one out doing what you should be doing, and judging distance, my first move is to skip step right and outside the left and come over the top....
22:59 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (mtc)
23:01 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: ... with an overhand right looking to pop that open left jawline then step right again and sweep the left hook coming for your body and use that concave crevasse of a navel as a target, then skip right again, staying outside your guard and gloves and make you move to me.
23:01 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (r1-2:40)
23:01 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
23:13 Amazonian_Boxer: The moment my left goes out and starts to come back, you skip a step to your right and a big overhand right chases my left back, and now my right is out of place to get at that overhand, so I bend to my right and forward a little, letting the overhand pound onto my left shoulder, but I can’t reach or avoid the left hook except to try to tighten my abdominal wall to absorb some of the impact. I let out a gasp, mouth exhales a good breathe, nice one, I think, and it places you away from any counter punches. I bring my guard back in place, and get refocused on you, and then step towards you slightly, wanting to keep you in my optimum strike zone. I decide to feint a jab high at your face, then feint a low jab at your navel, just trying to create confusion. After the lower feint, I sweep a right hook towards your jaw, trying to curve my glove around your guard using my long arm, and then skip off to my right. yt
23:25 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: And it's clear, we've come to box and not play. You move really well for a taller woman. I've seen many taller fighters have an awkward almost scarecrow look to them, but not you. you move smooth and with purpose. That was evident in film sessions and even more so face to face. My right creates some instant adjustment on your part and does also provide some immediate compromised body position as it pops your shoulder when you adjust, giving me the bit of open space as the left flies in and the second best sound in boxing is the sound of leather on flesh. That smack of my glove hitting that toned set of abs dead center drives a bit of a tingle down my back and despite the action, I note a chill and the hair on my neck griddles up. You adjust and reset as I move right. But strangely you throw feints early and I am far from jumpy. The first you look high... i don't bite. The second, I do slightly as I bend my body right and away from you. You swing the right at my jaw. (mtc)
23:29 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: The right swings around and smacks my left glove displacing it from its guard position, the glove ending up dead center right in front of my face. I use it to snap a left jab at your face, not a lot of power but your face is right there and inside your sweeping right, so I do.... then plant and snap it again, this time trying to push it with a bit more power and body movement toward that chin. Then pop the straight right too, coming down center avenue looking to pop that nose and stay inside a bit. Then sweep under and move out right again.
23:29 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (r1-2:20)
23:29 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
23:44 Amazonian_Boxer: My right swings around but only pops your left glove, displacing it, and then my eyes bulge seeing where your left glove has come to rest, and it comes in jabbing me in the nose, not enough power to do much damage though, still an uncomfortable experience! I can see it’s going to come again, but I lean right, and step right, and the jab passes over my left shoulder. My rightward motion and step makes your right straight mute, and as I’m momentarily outside your left guard, so I try to counter punch fast, I try to sweep a right straight around the back of your left elbow towards your lower ribs, and then try to send a left uppercut towards the centre of your face, hoping to under your left arm 2:10 yt
23:56 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I feel my left form around your face and nose and love seeing your head pop back and your hair shoot forward. The sweat shower released is a rainbow of beads that cascades my glove and the canvas. But even though the follow left and right only take portions of a second to fire, the body position makes the textbook 1-2 a lesson in shadow boxing as I think that's all I hit. Not stupid, I know I am in close and clearly within your power zone. I hear my corner, "MOVE MOVE MOVE!" and I do just that. The outside sweeping straight right does pop my left side but not solidly as the lower part of my left tricep gets scraped too, so it's not that clean. Still "MMFFF!" is the sound I emit from my mouth, but as I move back and away with plenty of ringspace, the power left uppercut swishes and does the sequel; 'shadow boxing 2' as it hits nothing. Not able to cleanly counter as I was retreating and backpedaling, I do try to pop a straight left as I lean back in off my back foot (mtc)
23:58 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: and pop your chin attempting to get the left between your left uppercut and guarding right , but then quickly shuffle step right and come outside that left and feign my right that I've popped twice and see if you bite upstairs and in an instant plant and reload the right coming for your left obliques and immediately sweep the right up and try to pop your chin and jaw with the right shovel hook. under that left.
23:58 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (r1-2:00)
23:58 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
00:11 Amazonian_Boxer: I hear you make a little sound from my straight right, but I know it’s noy a solid hit on the ribs and your little muffled sound was more a reaction of surprise than damage. My left uppercut hits nothing but air, as you move back quickly, and then you lean back in, popping me lightly in the chin with a straight left, the distance was not just within a good reach for you. You move right, and are outside my left, and I think you are going to send a right of some sort out, so I keep a high guard, but instead your right comes in low, hitting my left obliques and forcing me to hiss air through my open mouth, as it fucking hurts. However, I maintain the high guard that allowed you to get at my obliques, and that shovel hook just punches my gloves into my face. I react quickly, sending out a right cross at your right eye socket, my right glove being higher than your right, and then try to drive a left straight into your nose, wanting to stand my ground. 1:50 yt
00:23 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: In film review you showed a tendancy to drop a glove when connecting to the body, and my muscle memory kicks in expecting just that as I feel my right hand to hit home and HARD. The sound as if I created a leak when it pounds you, if I had stayed downstairs, I would have probably caused more harm to that taut but not yet tenderized body. Instead I go upstairs and my glove hits your glove which hits you. You'd think that was a good thing, but... you soak it well and next think I know... "GNNNHUH!" your right connects flush and I wince as the smack of your leather was intense. all that's needed in boxing sometimes is a moment, and that's all it took... "NNNGHH!!!" your left powers through center mass and conforms around my chin, mouth, and nose. MY head goes straight back, spittle leaves my mouth and a sweat shower spreads wide. my nose doesn't leave a crimson stream, but it stings and my eyes water. I stagger back as I experience and feel the power behind the blow.
00:23 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (r1-1:40)
00:23 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
00:34 Amazonian_Boxer: My obliques got hammered pretty good by your right, and this is certainly going to be a concerned moving forward, as repeated hits to the same spot can be cumulative. But suddenly the fight momentum turns quickly, as my right cross makes contact with the right side of your face before that punishing right can block, and my left straight makes contact with the lower part of your face, and I can feel the impact of each punch go up my arms. I feel a splatter of spittle and sweat on my face from each impact, and seeing the look of surprise on your face is priceless. This is not the time to shy away, and instinct drives me on, pressing myself forward using my long legs, keeping in contact as you stagger back, JAB JAB.....both launched towards your nose, not caring if they connect, I want to distract, and
00:34 Amazonian_Boxer: then stepping closer, I want to drive a right uppercut between those elbows, hopping to connect my purple and green glove dead centre of your solar plexus, huffing and blowing out air, and twisting my hip to increase the power. 1:30 yt
00:40 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I stumble back and as expected, there you are. Now I see it... the imposing 6 foot determined figure, blurred to my vision as my eyes water, but I see you. I look to get my gloves up but not fast enough. I experience the well known gloved hands.... "gnnnuh! guhhh!" your fast handed jabs snap quick and split my gloves popping my head back. I continue the retreat and try to move left and in doing so.... I make it worse. I give your right an open path.... WHUMP! "uuuulllhhh!" my eye bug out! OH GAWD! my breath stops and I freeze. OH SHIT! stunned at the point of impact, my feet do the boxing ballet and point out and up as I am lifted off the canvas. My feet land flat and I teeter at this point laboring to breathe, not thinking clear at all.
00:41 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (r1-1:20)
00:41 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
00:53 Amazonian_Boxer: My jabs split your guard, rocking your head back, but I use these jabs to disorient, they are far from knockout blows. Many of my opponents simply underestimate my reach with those jabs. But then the real attack lifts you off your feet, with a powerful right uppercut to your midsection, hopefully activating a bundle of delicate nerve endings. I want to press this advantage, I can see the totally stunned look in your eyes, and you are teetering unsteady on your feet. My eyes open wide, brain racing to determine the sequence, and its now full blast, a quick right straight towards your forehead, hoping I can pop your head back, and open your chin up for a quick left uppercut as I step closer, again twisting at my hip and core to increase the power, and follow this up with fast moving right hook towards your jaw and a left shovel hook at your lower rib cage, wanting to dig it actually under those ribs for the liver if I can move fast enough. 1:10 yt
01:15 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: My trainer in my corner screaming.. MOOOOVE!!! and if I could answer I'd scream something very unladylike. I try to move left but you are right there and THWAP! "nnnghhh!" your straight right hammers into my forehead and my head goes straight back and my head goes back and recoils forward right into ... THWACK! "mmmgghff!" a nasty left uppercut that loosens my mouth piece from my jowls and it hangs at my lips, as I spew spittle at your chest. My arm goes out and my legs quiver about to give when the right just implodes on my jawline .. "mmmffhh!" sending the mouthpiece flying, and my knees give out. The left shovel hook just misses because I am plummeting to the canvas back. I hit the cornerpad and slide down landing on my ass. Sitting up but completely groggy. WHAT THE HELL JUST HIT ME!??!! My world spinning. I hear a faint "take the 8, take the 8" and it doesn't register yet as I sit there blinking and shaking my head from the sudden clean barrage of head and body shots.
01:16 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (r1-1:00)
01:16 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
01:21 Amazonian_Boxer: My attack works, you were just to stunned to react to react to my punches. A thrill tingles up my spine, my gloves still up and me in close proximity looking down at you, propped up on the padded corner turnbckle, sitting on your ass. The ref quickly places his hands on my chest and pushes me to a neutral corner. I raise my gloves overhead and then rest my arms on the top rope, pushing my back into the padding to rest a bit, and to watch as the ref commences the count, the American crowd agaist that Helen has been knocked down in round 1. And then
01:21 Amazonian_Boxer: ONE
01:21 Amazonian_Boxer: TWO
01:21 Amazonian_Boxer: THREE
01:21 Amazonian_Boxer: FOUR
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01:29 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I shake my head and hear FOUR.... SHIT! I also hear "Take the 8 clearly and know I need to breathe.... I breathe as I hear "FIVE" and then I get my left foot up. I hear the ref told to grab for my mouthguard, now noting a slight metal taste in my mouth. "SIX" I shake my head and look up... "SEVEN" and I breathe again. I use the ropes to get to a knee... "EIGHT" and I hoist myself up... WHOA! Not good. I have to put on the fake "I'm OK" face but I am NOT OK. The ref says just that, "are you OK? Can you continue?" and so I show angst. "Of course I'm okay, Gimme my damn mouthpiece!" And hope that my attitude portrays a much less hurt fighter than I am. Mouth piece in, breathing through my nose not impeded... "BOX!" is barked... and damn, I know I am staggering. I feel it. Gloves up. and I try to move and I am not able to hide my condition. I try to circle and breathe taking in breaths and clear the cobwebs.
01:29 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (mtc)
01:30 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I got hit with 8 straight shots most of which were power shots with the possible exception of those jabs which didn't feel like playtime either. I try to stay away and see how I can ride the storm.
01:30 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (r1 - 0:40)
01:30 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
09:07 Amazonian_Boxer: The moment the ref shouts “BOX!” I bounce across the ring as fast I can, my cleavage bouncing uder my sports bra with each thunderous bounce, You are not logged in. wanting to make contact while you might still be trying to clear cobwebs from your mind. This brings back a déjà vu moment from a boxing match with a male where I came close to scoring a knockout in round 1 but just could not get the job done, and then paid for it later. As I get close, I switch to a southpaw stance, bringing my right foot forward as I hurl a right straight towards your face, twisting my arm and using my forward momentum to increase the power, trying to split your guard apart and land the punch on your chin. I then tilt to my left and pushing off my right foot, spring left, trying to move towards your right side to swing a wicked left hook towards the side of your lower floating ribs, trying to use movement to confuse and disorient. 0:30 yt
13:02 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: My gloves are up, but it is obvious to anyone who is a fighter that I am struggling. I stumble away staying on the perimeter and you shoot out of the neutral corner like a bullet from a gun. You shift your feet and body position to a lefty, but it doesn't affect me at this time. Right or left handed power hands are irrelevent to me as I need to defend whatever glove comes if I can. No time to adjust other than to try to stay away from your power hand and stay outside your right hand. Your right comes and your reach is noticeable. I am able to move my head left and out of the way as you still had to reach a bit to get to my moving target. Not trapped and continuing to move, your right swishes by my right ear, just missing my head. I then tuck in my elbows as you come body hunting again. Moving so quickly and the strides make it easy for you to close the distance gap fast. Your left hammers my right arm and elbow into me and the force drives me back... "uuuuuh!" it still hurts.
13:02 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (mtc)
13:04 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I can only imagine if I hadn't tucked in to protect my body. I am skip stepping away trying to keep distance and make you chase me. My corner screaming, "THAT'S IT! MOVE!" I have no idea how much time is left in the round, but it feels like forever. Gotta keep moving.
13:04 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (r1 - 0:20)
13:04 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
13:11 Amazonian_Boxer: Your leftward movement of your head causes my right straight to miss, just lightly glancing over your right ear, and then you keeping moving left, so my left hook only pops you in the arm and elbow. Your team is shouting advice to move, and you move quickly, escaping from me towards your left. This is not a track and field event, I think! You have more left in you than what I think, but I want to stay in contact, so I move off to my right, reforming my orthodox stance, and taking long strides to try to cut you off. I know the 10 second warning is going to come at any time, so I keep up with you, and try a couple of jabs towards your face, and then step a little closer to try a right hook at your jaw, now taking risks to try to secure a win. And then the 10 second warning sounds. 0:10 yt
15:14 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: "CLACK CLACK!" I hear it, the ten second warning. I am struggling to defend and keep distance. Those big strides and those long arms are more than I had expected to deal with. Still not at all 100%, you just keep coming. And I try to move and weave, not to be a standing duck. But that jab.... the first smacks my left glove as my movement caught it, but not completely by skill. But the secon..... "Guuhhhh!" my had pops back, and I recoil and before I register what happens... "mmmggfph!" your right hook implodes on my jawline and I stagger back and hit my own cornerpad when.... DING! the bell ending a HORRIBLE round 1 for me. I simply plop where I am and my trainer gets in the ring surely with some 'motivational-speak' coming.
15:14 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (r1 - 0:00 - end of round 1)
15:14 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
15:24 Amazonian_Boxer: I don't have to be told by my trainer that this was a very good match for me, in spite of not getting the desired knock out. "OK OK, Edel, that will come in round 2. Just keep after her, and don't let her inside your guard." Yeh, easier said then done, I think, and I spit my mouth guard into a bucket, take some water, and then get toweled down, my body now hot and sweaty. These one minute breaks pass by quickly, and I'm now on my feet, mouth guard reinserted, and I pound my gloves together, now staring across at Helen, thinking she looks a bit banged up, but I'm taking no chances. yt
16:10 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: "Well that was a round to remember. You DO remember it right?" The sarcasm flies from my trainer. "Shut the hell up Freddy! " As he starts working on me, the bruising on my jawline obvious, the small welt under my right eye obvious, and the redness on my body.... "Jesus, Helen, was there anything you DIDN'T get hit with? " "Shut UP Freddy." "Well that's what you get for not listening to me." "I did exactly as you said. we know tendencies. She exploited me with her own tendencies, so I am going with my gut." "Shut it, whiner, now listen, you missed some things. Let me explain.... " and I nod and complain but listen anyway to what he says as he removed the ice packs from my midsection, pops an ammonia capsule and wipes me down. "Now go out there and make her trip WORTH thinking she should have stayed home in the UK.
16:10 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (mtc)
16:13 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: He pops my mouthguard in and I hear "SECONDS OUT!..... BOXERS READY! BELL! DING! ..... BOX!" and the ref drops the hand again. I am up and feel round 1, but that ammonia capsule although not street legal in boxing, does wake me up. Does it wake me up only to get plastered? Not if I can help it. I come out flat footed and peruse the perimeter. Not going to get hasty. Gloves up. Let's see if she comes out south or 'north' this round.
16:13 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (r2 - 3:00)
16:13 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
16:22 Amazonian_Boxer: The sound of the bell sends tingles up my spine, as it always does, and then I bounce out of my corner, forming an orthodox stance. Ready for action, looking for a repeat of round 1. I see that you now have a small circle of discoloration around your right eye, and look to me, to be a bit nervous. I move towards you quickly, not wanting to circle, and decide to start off aggressive, bobbing side to side, and immediately feint a jab at the centre of your face, and then instead swing a left hook towards your side ribs, wanting to confuse and disorient and play with you. 3:00 yt
16:36 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: And, you're 'north' or as they say, standard orthodox, going back to right-handed. That helps a lot, as Freddy and I 'discussed' adjustments WITHIN the supposed great fight plan, you know, the one that got my ass kicked in round 1. I adjust my movement and stance to your displayed stance. But, you've proven, both hands are dangerous. And here you come ready to prove it. Already right there, you look to see if I bite on a feint. You body tells me no. I see your feet and your position and your commitment to the first 'blow' . Nope, not buyin' And when that left hook comes, I go rebel. I twist right and bring my left across my body and parry the left trying to shut it down, and at least make sure it doesn't get to my body where it's headed. I then twist back left and do what we discussed. I look to drive my straight right into your side, something I've done a few times and it looks like it caused problems. So, I go there again, hoping create some panic for YOU. Why?
16:36 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (mtc)
16:38 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: because the combo'd partner follows as I twist my waist back right and bring a left hook oming for your core at your trunkline looking to provide my own body chop shop and try to get some traction in this fight.
16:38 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (r2 - 2:40)
16:38 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
16:48 Amazonian_Boxer: The parryying of my left with your left, with a twist of your body, is like wow, a total surprise and leaves me wide open for a right straight into my side, my mouth opens with a gasp of air and my face contorts in pain, but I'm totally unprepared as well for the left hook that snaps into my trunk line, bending me forward slightly. I've initiated this contact, and I don't want to retreat, so I begin to suck up the pain, and try to shoot a right straight back towards your nose, and a left hook at your jaw, intending to go toe to toe. Beads of sweat no roll off my forehead, from the shock attack. yt
17:07 Amazonian_Boxer: 2:30
17:15 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Your facial expression, that right got you again for the third time in same spot (good call Freddy) and that left caves your core a bit. And, Freddy was right twice. As he thought your ego would get in the way of better judgement. I did everything I could to NOT get hit when I knew better. you got tagged and your body responded poorly for you, yet here you are. But damn, so am I. Countering with that straight right after I pounded the left into your belly, my body momentum continues to carries me away and your right whizzes by my left ear and slices just behind my head. But I move right into the "ggggnnh!!!" left hook that just plasters my jawline and my contribution to the sweat shower show reigns. My face contorts and my body swings left. There's a flash and my leg wobbles. I try to plant and counter with a big left hook swinging my body back coming inside for your liver or solar plexus and get lucky as that left hook rattled my brain.
17:15 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (r2 -2:20)
17:15 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
17:24 Amazonian_Boxer: I feel a little off balance as my right straight misses your head, but I quickly regain my footing, and deliver that left hook that crunches into your jaw. That’s the way, I tell myself, sooner or later one of those will rattle your brain inside your skull. I’m pulling back my left, as you launch your left hook towards my centre core, and it connects with a big smacking sound just south of my solar plexus, it hurts like a bitch, and I begin to breath heavily. We are trading blows now, but I decide to step back a few, so as to reset my guard, and work through the pain, and make my breaths go back to normal. 2:10yt
17:40 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I feel my left connect to your body. I am not clearheaded nor am I looking at the point of contact as I am trying to maneuver surely, right? But the counter never comes. And I hear your breathing struggle. All happening in a moment, I hear, "DIG DIG DIG!" and you are ... backing away? My head is not clear at all but I, as you do, fight through that struggle. I PRESS the action. I am hurt but I cannot let you get away. With your breathing heavy, I do EXACTLY what my trainer's meaning is. He SCREAMS DIG and that is to let EVERYONE know what he WANTS. Which is exactly what I am NOT supposed to do. I pursue YOU as you back away, flat footed and with no fancy footwork. I drop my right shoulder as if going to the well again looking for that left side I've dug into, but then .... hitch and reload it and hope you buy the feint as I bring the right straight for your left jaw and cheek then step at you and THIS time go left hook and aim for your core again. "Yuuuuhsh!"
17:40 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (r2 - 2:00)
17:40 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
17:50 Amazonian_Boxer: Your experience in the boxing ring shows, as you come after me in spite of your hurting head, hunting me like prey. I hear dig dig dig......what the fuck does that mean? I get my guard up, and I see you drop you’re your right shoulder, but I’ve got my left arm and forearm covering my left side so I do nothing, but instead the right straight comes at my jaw, my left glove is just below my jaw line, and the straight lands hard, snapping my head back, my reflexes too slow to stop it. I bite down hard on my gum shield, and then comes the left hook, but my right forearm blocks it. I decide in an instant to stand my ground, and snap a right straight back at your chin after stopping that nasty hook, and then dip my left shoulder and glove to try swing an uppercut between your elbows towards your centre core.1:50 yt
18:34 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Despite what looks like you didn't buy the ruse, when my right reloads and comes up top, it still finds paydirt. The electricity up my arms gives me a jolt of adrenaline as if I wasn't already flying high in the fight, despite my condition. Your hair flies, your head propelled back, but you again soak the blow well and the left coming for your core is left to smack your forearm which now does look a bit bruised from what is the result of good defense. Those bruises would be worn elsewhere had you not been a good defender. Which is something I wish I was donning more of. You pop your right and I .. "guuuuh!!" can't stop the quickness of the blow unable to react in time to move or defend. When my head recoils, my instincts fail me for a moment and Before I see it, I feel it.... "uuuuhllff!!" Your right implodes my body, as I swallow the left just at my navel. My arms shoot out and feel my body slightly lift again. I land and heave trying to breathe, my body trying to respond.
18:34 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (r2 - 1:40)
18:34 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
18:41 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: ( your LEFT implodes my body - sorry )
18:41 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
18:41 Amazonian_Boxer: My right catches you in the chin, and oh yes, it does snap your head back, and sweat flies off your face, and then my uppercut catches you in the navel, just about lifting you off your feet. This is now becoming more or less, or perhaps more of, a slug fest. You are in front of me, trying to catch some breath, and I'm breathing hard, very very hard. I have to go on, and I'm prepared to go toe to toe with you now, and trade leather. I swing a right hook out towrds your jaw line, wanting to twist your face to your right, into my followup left hook. Everthing is on the line now, as the crowd knows both fighters are getting tired and could make a huge error at this point 1:30 yt
18:48 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: "Gnnnnhh! " Your right hook crashes flush into my open jawline, temporarily deforming it. I see another flash and my head goes cloudy as I spew spittle from my jowls. My body shudders right into the.. "mmmmggff!" left hook that explodes into my right jawline. My brains fogs, my legs go to jelly and I flail and crash into the ropes, my arms grasp onto the ropes, up but spread wide. The world spinning wildly and everything sounds like a warped vinyl record.
18:48 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (r2 - 1:20)
18:48 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
19:01 Amazonian_Boxer: At this point you would think that an attentive ref would stop the fight, and I'm not saying this ref is not attentive, but I can cover distance very very fast. My right and left hooks send you teetering into the ropes, arms holding onto those ropes. I don't know whether you are going to reform your guard, but I'm quick to get to you, basically leaving the ref in a "trail of dust" (I mean that literally for this Bronx basment situated ring!). I snap up a fast jab at you cheek, as my left glove is the first within striking distance, and then as I come closer, I send a quick right straight at your forehead, forcing you to bend back into the rope, and then I dip my right shoulder and glove to send an uppercut to your trunk line as I twist my hip to increase the power,
19:02 Amazonian_Boxer: hoping it will bend your forward into a left shovel hook punch at the base of your jaw line, which I hope lifts your chin for a right uppercut! I'm totally on fire, running on a surge of adrenaline, sweat flying off me, and off you! 1:10 yt
19:12 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: The room spinning, the sound 'warbled' as if I've melted my favorite vinyl record and it's playing backwards. I shake my head and instinct alone isn't going to cover it. "Guuuuh!!" your jab pops my right cheek and just under the eye, which is now swelling slightly. My head recoils and is immediately introduced to your straight right...."ggnnnhh!" and my forehead pops back and I feel almost euphoric for a moment as the surroundings slow down in my present state. The sweat shower returns and my body responds with a shiver and stiffens back at the top rope and tests its elasticity. My face looking blank. your right buries itself into my belly right at my navel and sinks in deep... "oooooffff" my breadbasket completely swallowing it, enveloping the blow and lurching violently forward..."mmmgfph!" You don't let up and unload a blistering shovel hook that caves in my right jawline and my mouthguard loosens sending my head violently up into... '"gnnnmmffph!" (mtc)....
19:14 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: .. and absolute bomb of a right uppercut launching my mouthguard that straightens my body stiff. My arms unconsciously stiffen out as I stiffen up, I teeter where I stand momentarily, my eyes flutter, and my helpless body begins its descent right at you, helpless.
19:15 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (r1 - 1:00)
19:15 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
19:19 Amazonian_Boxer: It looks like you are coming at me off the ropes, so my first thought is that she is going to guard up again, so I'm quick off the mark, and drop my right, to unload a right uppercut into your trunk line, and then a left uppercut into your trunk line, propelling you back up into the ropes, but then I realise, oh no, your just collapsing! I was going to swipe a right hook at your jaw, but check the punch as you go down at my feet, and now the ref is pushing me to a neutral corner.....Counting
19:19 Amazonian_Boxer: ONE
19:19 Amazonian_Boxer: TWO
19:20 Amazonian_Boxer: THREE
19:20 Amazonian_Boxer: FOUR
19:20 Amazonian_Boxer: FIVE
19:20 Amazonian_Boxer: yt
19:22 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: OOOLFFFFF! UUUUUH!!! Your left and right just cave in my core and I crash back into the ropes out cold as I hit the ropes and crash almost through them landing like a heap of bricks on the canvas. I don't even hear the count, just laying there....
19:22 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
19:23 Amazonian_Boxer: SIX
19:25 Amazonian_Boxer: The ref stops counting, and simply waves his hands, signalling that the fight is over. I jump into the air, and raise my gloves, and then watch closely as Freddy and a medic enter the ring. I'm thinking, hope she is alright, she is a great boxer, and it was just thrilling to score a win over her....but don't want her injured. I watch intently, looking to see if you come around soon....yt
19:32 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Freddy immediately comes into the ring when the ref waves off the fight knowing it's over. My mouthguard long gone, Freddy comes in and props me up and there's that ammonia smell. I shake my head... "OOW!!!!" the pain all surging at once. I feel extreme cold on my neck and cold water-dampened towels on my face, now crimson-stained and clearly swelling from the battering I just took. As I am attended to, I hear. ... "At two minutes and seven seconds of round number two, your winner and first ABC/BBC unifying welterweight Champion, *as the ref raises your arm and glove*, EDEL SMYTHHHHHHHhhhhhh!"
19:32 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: My head sinks more as I am thoroughly defeated by what was today a superior fighter.
19:33 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I am helped up to my feet and an VERY woozy, but I walk over to you and give you a hug. "Great fight!"
19:33 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
19:34 Amazonian_Boxer: I smile as you walk over to me, and retrun the hug and give you a pat on the back with my wrapped hands, my gloves off....Rematch anytime babe.....
19:38 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: "Definitely, not gonna let this be the only one. I'll invade the UK. And this time I'll be ready. " I place my arm around you and then go through the ropes to let you relish in your victory

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