Female Boxing Federation

12:49 Patti: Today there is going to be a rematch with Helen, a lady who I boxed, and lost to last January. I've challenged her to this rematch, and have trained hard for it. Helen has a little height and weight advantage on my 5 ft 6 in and 130 lb body, but I intend to neutralize this advantage. There is also a good 16 year age gap which could play out as a strength or weakness, depending, but no matter, I'm well prepared for this fight. The ring is located in a gym where I have after hours privileges, so things will be quiet enough. I've already changed into some short black boxing trunks and a red sports bra, hands wrapped with gauze and tape, white boxing boots, and inserted into some red 8 oz Reyes gloves, all ready for action. My white mouth guard already popped in, I make my way towards the ring, intending to do some shadow boxing to warm up before Helen arrives. yt
20:58 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: When I got the call for a rematch with Patti, I was surprised. I had beaten her so decisively our last fight, I didn't expect you to be so insistent. I gladly accept and begin to train, my 5 foot 9 inch 146 pound body more ready than I've ever been. Why? I want to leave no doubt this fight who is the better boxer. You clearly didn't get that message in our first fight. And seeing each other at work, your attitude hasn't changed. You did say you're be 'nice to me at work UNTIL the rematch. Well your gauntlet dropped, it's time to shut your arrogance up once and for all. Arriving at the location you noted, I get there and there is no one visibly there, so it is clearly empty. I go to the locker room, already basically clothed underneath my sweats and hoodie. I drop my bag and take off my sweats and hoodie, revealing my black compression pants and sports bra. I use the time to wrap my hands and put on my boxing boots. Then I slip my gloves on and smack the together. (mtc)
21:07 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I hear rustling out in the ring and as I step out of the locker, to my surprise you are there. I walk up to the ring apron. "Well, you ARE here. " as I climb in the ring. "you ready for this? We don't stop boxing until a knockout. agreed? and you know if it wasn't for your stubbornness, we wouldn't be here. You know that right?"
21:07 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
21:09 Patti: I hear movement at the far side of the gym, and the creaky door to the lady’s changing room closing, so I know that this means Helen has arrived. I’m delighted that my moment of vindication has finally arrived, and that I will soon be able to dispense with all of the Helen’s taunts once and for all, especially at work. I’m now quite warmed up, and ready to get this match on. Then here she comes, moving quickly to the ring, and that taunting starts again. I give a nod and then a cackle at what she is saying. “Sure, we box to KO, and that will be my pleasure, for sure” “I hope you brought you’re a game tonight, cause you are going to need it!” yt
21:46 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I smirk at you, "I bring my 'A' game every fight. You apparently forgot what that was like. So, I'll remind you again, this time only worse." I place my mouth guard in and come to center with my gloves extended to tap. I look at you with a disdain that only a pissed off co-worker could. It's time to shut you up. This time no mercy will be shown. I wait for you to tap before we begin the one and only round.
21:47 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
21:55 Patti: I’ve heard enough of this bloviating nonsense from this insane co-worker, so I walk out from my corner, and send a strong set of gloves out to tap. “Your psycho babble is not working on me Helen and so it’s time to get this on” I then take a couple of steps back, and raise my gloves into an orthodox stance, left glove leading, and extend my left foot in front, elbows tucked in tight, right glove pulled back to my cheek in reserve, and begin bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet. “C’mon Helen” I mouth through my gum shield, show me something, blink an eye, anything!” I wave my gloves at you, signalling for you to bring it. yt
22:58 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I can't help but smile as your return to spewing the visceral anger and attempt at what I can only describe as forced intimidation at me. Good. You tried that before, and it didn't work then and it won't work now. When my gloved hands suspend out waiting for your tap, you try to pull that old Rocky 3 style tap as if you pushing my gloves had would do anything other than remind me of the comedy that move provided at that moment. I can only smile and quip, "Go for it!" and giggle as I step back. I set and get my gloves up in my standard orthodox stance as well, my left hand foot leading , but my right hand looser, probing and searching for openings. I move on my toes and match your lateral movement. You dare me to come in and i immediately dart left then right and at you with a straight right coming for the base of your chin.... Pshh!. then a follow left and right jab look to pepper your face with malice. ... Pshh! Pssh!"
22:58 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
23:39 Patti: I’m getting angrier by the very second, listening to your arrogance and taunts, but then it all begins. I start to bob erratically from side to side, to try to keep you guessing where my head will be at any precise moment. And then it happens, you make some confusing side to side movements, and then come in fast at me. And oh yes baby, I do remember how fast you can move, especially those gloved fists. The right straight comes across like a rocket, but a simple movement of my left glove inward allows me to parry your right out to the side with my forearm, and I’m already sending a jab back at your cheek as your left comes across and jabs into my cheek, snapping my head back, and forcing me back a couple of steps, and it is my backward movement that causes your right jab to fall short. I take a step back towards you, and try another jab at your nose, trying to split your guard, and then a fast right hook, trying to curve it under your elbow to strike your side. yt
00:00 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: The movement is immediate, quick, and impactful as my left hammers home. Your left coming up just short when mine connects. I love seeing the glove impact on your face as you stagger back a few steps. But I am pissed as my right misses its target. You then quickly step in and bring that jab again. I slip under it moving left as your right comes for my side. I quickly twist my body right and your right crashes into my tricep and bicep. The slap is loud but all it does is mover right in front of your body and inside your guard. I unload a quick and nasty inside left and right hook at your belly.. "Pshh! Pssh!" and then immediately bring the right up and look to split your elbows and pound your chin hard... usssh! looking to punish you early.
00:00 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
00:07 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: ( ... mover right in front - Move ME right in front...) sorry typo
00:07 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
00:09 Patti: You beat me to the punch, rocking my head back with a jab and causing my jab to fall just a fraction of an inch short. I feel my left glove strike nothing but empty air, and then you slip under my next jab, again feeling the air with my left glove, and my right hook crashes into your bicep as you ably twist your aging body away from harm. UGGH.....UGGHH.....with you inside my guard, I’m suddenly taking a left/right hook combo into my abs, that I tighten as I gasp for breath and my mouth opens in a big O, but those shots to my gut force me to instinctively bring my elbows together to stop further pounding, and that uppercut simply scrapes along my forearms, never connecting with my chin. And I counter punch immediately, with a 1-2, left/right combo of straights towards that ever moving big mouth that you possess. yt
00:09 Patti: (no worries, I got it)
00:10 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: (aging body - you suck! lol oh are you gonna pay for that one)
00:11 Patti: (lol!))😈😈😈😈
00:29 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Oh the charge up my arms when I feel my gloved fists pop your abs hard. the grunt an immediate overload on my senses. I LOVE hearing that sound with the gloved leather to flesh. my uppercut scrapes up your forearms and I look to mo..... Guhh! Gnnnh!! Your left and right crash into my face center mass snapping my head back and I shed sweat everywhere. I quickly back pedal and try to reset. I move right and away. Then I get back on my toes and move right again. Moving right one more time, I then move right at you skip stepping and feign the left jab at your head and bring the body twisting hard left as my right comes looking for your sides just under your ribs and then quickly recoil the right and look to bring it sweeping right around your guard and look for that left eye and temple. Wanting to punish you with the counter and take early advantage.
00:29 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
07:50 Patti: My quick counter punching saves the day, and stops you from sending another punch at me, after your uppercut lands on my forearms. And that feeling of my gloves landing on your face is so satisfying, as well as the look on your face when you are forced to back away. You move off to my left, and then I turn to keep you on a diagonal as you go for a JAB, a jab that never comes as I raise my gloves to protect the money maker, but there is no jab, and GUPFFFF.....I gasp as your right swings into my side rib cage, the sound reverberating around the gym. The right comes again, but I guess correctly that you are changing levels so I block the second hook pulling my left glove back and a little higher, that protects the side of my head. I respond quickly, sending a quick left straight back towards your nose/mouth, and then dip my right, to try to send an uppercut between your elbows, wanting to pound your centre core. yt
13:54 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: You eat the body shot, YES! but your defensive instincts guess right and my right goes glove-to-glove. Guuuhh! Your counter left smacks me literally right in the face and sweat flies. I tear up a bit as your gloves does more than pop my face, it pops my nose. No blood but clearly an attention getter. I step back but not before... Ooolff! your right connects solidly to my body. I lunge a bit and fold a bit, quickly trying to counter with a fast 1-2, left jab-straight right at your face and chin and reset my feet to try and move. "Forgot the power her gloves have in them" I say to myself as I move and look to reset.
13:54 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
16:09 Patti: I'm feeling pretty confident in this fight, I've already redeemed my poor performance in the last fight, no matter what happens. My left glove splattering over your nose is simply a devine feeling. And the right uppercut to the centre core is well, shall I say, icing on the cake. But in boxing those feelings are short lived, as your jab strikes out very, very fast, coming in over my right glove before I put it into a high guard, smacking me in the cheek, but then far worse, a power right smacks me in the chin, driving my head back. I'm NOT going to back down though, and dipping my left, I try to swing a left shovel hook towards your body, trying to drive it where your ribs meet Mrs Abs, and then swing a right hook out towards your jaw line. yt
17:54 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: You eat another quick counter jab as it connects and the impact of the straight right is undeniable. Your face deforms from the impact and your head goes straight back. To my surprise, you stand your ground, and you drop down giving me the tell I need to dip and twist my body left and let that left hook crash into my right elbow. But that right hook comes quick and smacks my left glove into my face. It's not the impact of the blow directly, but causes enough of an impact for me to destroy my rhythm and i back away and move left and reset. I bob and weave, moving, my head and shoulders with my gloves shifting as needed. I quickly step in and snap a double left jab to get to that chin of yours, or at least get your gloves up to follow with the right coming hard for your left side looking to dig some body meat out of your ribcage.
17:54 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
20:50 Patti: I telegraph my left a little too much, and then send out the hook too slowly, giving you time to dip and twist, just like a dance move and take my hard hit on the right elbow. My right smacks your left glove into your face, and I mutter “stop hitting yourself!. And there you go getting all flustered and disoriented, backing away from the little Latina boxeadora. “C’mon chica!”. After doing your left and right movements, you step in, and send a couple of jabs at my chin, but I’m thinking what the fuck? I just snuff these on my high guard, SMACK SMACK. UGGGG....then the right then comes into my rib cage, I grimace and bite down on my mouth guard to keep from screaming. But now we do I back away, we are going to rock right here and box it out mujer to mujer. I send back a left cross at your nose, and then a right straight and jab back at the same spot, determined to break your guard apart. yt
23:48 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I love shutting up chatty fighters. You stuff the jabs but the body shot connects and I smile. The pain on your face is not deniable. But you seem to soak the shot well and don't give ground. You clearly want to go..... toe to toe.... and show it with your counter left and right. When the left comes my right is coming up and it deflects the left slightly causing it to pop my forehead and not my face .... WHACK! "Gnnnh!" My head goes back and saves me from the a heavier straight right that was coming for my face as well. The glove still smacks home "Ngggh!" but not with the same tenacity as was its intention. My head flies back and sweat rainbows in the air off my head. I sweep and shift my head and shoulders and blink as I counter and come underneath trying to drive a big left and right hook into your belly center mass and give your body a beating it deserves. As toned and as sexy as it is, it needs a reminder who's in the ring. I then quickly resend the right (mtc)
23:50 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: in uppercut form looking for your chin. You want toe-to-toe? you want to go 'mujer a mujer'. Let's go!
23:50 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
16:51 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
09:46 Patti: My left is deflected upwards by your right, giving your forehead a thump! OK, I’ll take what I can get. My right strikes home too, but the power is greatly diminished by your head’s backward movement. You are really fast and skilled, and counter with two hooks just about my navel....Ugggg Ugggg....I gasp out and get ready to shout something back, but your right comes up and into my high guard, pounding it apart and striking my chin, rocking my head back, sweat fluing off my face. My guard slows down the uppercut so it is far from the killer blow you had hoped for, and I counterpunch with a right straight at your lips, and as my right recoils, I send out a left/right hook combo at your jaws, stepping a little to my right and still going to go toe to toe with my taller opponent. yt
22:27 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Mmmm I get a charge from hearing your sexy grunt from your lips 'upon receipt' of the successful body attack. My uppercut gets slowed and doesn't connect. Suddenly. "Guuhhh!!" your right powers its way and smacks with a dead center facial. Sweat rainbows and flies as my head goes straight back. Upon recoil, before I can even respond. "Gnnnn! Hnnnng!!!" your left and right hook crash into my jawline and I stagger right from the latter of the two. I move and keep moving right and try to control my footing. My head suddenly buzzing from the head shots. I look to get my gloves up and reset trying to move away at the moment.
22:27 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
22:50 Patti: I feel a surge of adrenaline as I land three punches to the head in rapid succession, and there is no feeling like this, when you send your opponent staggering. I continue to lightly bounce on the balls of my feet, and bob from side to side, wanting to make a confusing picture. But I imagine with the buzz I just gave you, that even if I was standing still, it would be confusing! You are now trying to reform your guard and increase the distance between us, but I’m not going to have this, so I keep up the attack, stepping in towards you quickly, after all, toe to toe is fun! I try to feint a jab at your nose, hoping to make you raise those gloves, and to encourage this, I actually shout “GLOVES UP!”. Then dipping my left, I try to land an uppercut into your trunk line, twisting my hip to increase the power, and then changing levels, I try to swing a wicked right hook around your left glove, hopping to further punish that jaw! yt
22:58 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Suddenly in big trouble as you don't relent and the distance closes quick . I don't fall for your feint as I didn't really see it. But it doesn't matter as your uppercut caves in my trunkline.... "Oollfff!" my body swallows the blow and I fold right into the right hook exploding on my left jawline. "Gnnnnhh!" My legs wobble and I stagger right and hit the ropes.... "Nngh!" The ring is spinning. I'm hurt. I shake my head and blink and try to get my gloves up.
22:58 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
06:33 Patti: I feel like I’m on fire, that there is no stopping me, and now I’ve bullied you back onto the ropes by my brawling style. I can tell from the look in your eyes that you are hurting and that the ring is probably spinning for you. But I’m going to stop the spin, right here and right now! As you press into the ropes, I keep moving at you, trying to use my shorter and lighter body trapped where you are, and now will use my gloved fists to stop any escape. You are staggering to my left, so first I try to throw out a left hook at the right side of your face to stop this movement for you. Rather then throw out something with my right, I dip the left on its return and with a twist of my hips try to send a monster of a left uppercut between your elbows and up into your centre body mass, followed with a right hook and left hook combo at your head, trying to pound you onto the canvass. yt
03:43 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Your figure comes at me and I start to bring my gloves up instinctively, but speed is not my friend at this time and your left hook implodes my right cheek temporarily and I spew a spittle trail across your chest... "Mmgghf!" My head slings left and I see stars. There goes some of the knee support as it gets rubbery. I swat out my left trying to stop you only to be met with a body shot at my core. "Uuuuhl!" folding me like a cheap lawn chair right into "Ngggff! Unnnggn!" a right and left hook that sway my head back and forth, sweat shatters the air, and my knees give out. I hit the canvas on my butt and my world continues to spin. I shake my head and try to clear the tangled web of grogginess that occupies my brain right now.
03:43 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
07:58 Patti: Oh my, there is nothing more satisfying than the sound of gloved fists pounding, and that last flurry was delivered in only a couple of seconds, at most. My body now feels hot, and I realise how hard I’m breathing, my small cleavage heaving up and down with each breath. And there you are, on your derrière, looking disoriented, confused, and wondering what the fuck just happened. I stand over you for a moment, letting you look up over the length of my body, at smiling face. “OK chica” let’s do this the proper way”, I back away to a corner, “y uno, dos, tres” yt
16:55 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: DAMN! I shake my head and get to all fours as I hear you count. My head far from clear, I make sure to take the eight. At six, I am at a knee. At seven I am up, and at eight, my gloves are up and ready. I nod at you and smirk as if being down hasn't happened before. I won't lie, my head's not clear. But there's no way that I am letting the arrogance you are displaying right now in any way discourage me. I get on my toes. "Bring it, 'Chica'!" and I smack my gloves together and give you a cold stare letting you know we are far from done. You are not logged in.
16:55 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
17:52 Patti: I’m ever so careful to count as a ref would count, not too slow, not too fast. And then you are up, looking a bit wobbly to me, but mostly OK. Bueno, a little more punching before you go face down. And it starts now, no more delay, and no more time to get your shit together, “chica”. I come straight towards you, no circling, bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet and bobbing side to side, and test your reflexes with a jab towards your forehead, and then nearly a split second later, a right hook towards your lower floating ribs. Then stepping in closer, I try to pound a mean left uppercut between your guard, wanting to target that chin that keeps poking out. “Eat it!” yt
20:06 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Surely you look to pile on from the knockdown. Your message is clear, no dodging, just a bee line for me. You are coming looking to unload more. You swat that jab and I stuff it with my gloves. PAFF! Your right pounds my left side.. FWUMP! "Uuuuh!" and I bend slightly left as you step up closer. You let go the uppercut. Luckily I already am moving left from the body shot I ate, so slipping the left uppercut is certainly a bit of irish luck. It misses by an inch and as swooshing by, I counter with a left and right twisting my body right and then left as I look to hammer your belly with both shots center mass using your navel as the bullseye and then pop the right again and look to give YOUR chin some music to listen to as I bring the right up to pop YOUR chin.
20:06 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
22:36 Patti: My jab gets blocked by your gloves, and this does not surprise me, it worked its charm as it distracts you from my right sledge hammer of a hook that slams into those ribs. But then, that chin of yours is just not at home as my left swooshes up, and then in a split second a left/right combo comes in at my navel, nothing I can do to stop them, the first lands before my abs can be tightened, taking me by surprise, auggg.....sweat flies from my face as the second one lands, but the first one has already softened me up. I’m bending forward slightly now, and that cause the uppercut to land on my mouth, so I have to bite hard on my gumshield. Uuggg! I begin to back peddle immediately, my abs sore, and I can taste something metallic in my mouth. As I move away, feeling like I walk into an ambush, I get my guard back up as I straighten up. yt
23:25 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: "Oh did that hurt, 'Chica'?" giving you a taste of the taunt you gave me drenched in sarcasm. All three of my counter shots connect and you get on your backpedal bike. I am more than willing to trade as you wanted to go toe-to-toe. So I make sure to oblige. I step at you and bring a straight right 'feign' even popping my shoulder as if I am going to drive it home looking to pop your left cheek and eye but instead I bring the left shovel hook wanting to carve out a part of your right obliques and liver and with what quickness I have, reload the left and bring it up and look to sweep a left and right hook, THIS time going for your cheek and upper jawline. It's time you get a reminder and realize I am not hear to cooperate. I knocked your ass out once, I'll do it again.
23:25 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
07:18 Patti: I want to escape from you and I feel like a hunted animal as you come after me. My abs and face are hurting, so the last thing I want is to stand toe to toe and take another combo. Your right shoulder moves, so I slip left and step left, putting myself out of range of your left, which glances off my side and that left hook also looses its power and gets snuffed on my right glove, but after my leftward movement, the right hook connects with my right cheek, going over my guard, snapping my head back, and causing me to stumble a few steps unto the ropes catch me, preventing a fall. My back presses into the top ropes, and I use the bend in the ropes to launch myself at you, intending to catch you by surprise and do some damage!. As I come back at you, I swing a left hook at your temple, trying to go over your guard, and then dip my right to try to uppercut that chin. yt
13:57 Patti: buenas dias senora!
18:38 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I may not hit you with everything, but when I do, the compression I feel of the glove to flesh is undeniable. The one thing I don't recall or remember is how well you soak the punches. You stumble a few steps back and I am sure you are about to fall again as I connected flush, yet there you are. Even with the ropes catching you, you have the mindset to try to propel yourself off the ropes and at me. Now, I could try to block and counter. But instead, I play matador. You spring off the ropes an it's clear you want the added 'push' for a more lethal blow to land. I don't even TRY to counter at this point. I simply slip under and skip step left twice and let your hook swoosh by and your momentum carry yo away from me as your uppercut swings at nothing. Standing at your right side as you propel forward, NOW I counter and plant, and drive a straight left at your right side cheek bone and unload a blistering right uppercut coming for your chin again still at your right side.
18:38 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
18:52 Patti: I charge forward with considerable momentum, swinging punches with my left and right considerable momentum, but you very ably step off to my right and both of my punches miss, my gloved fists swinging into the empty air with furry! My momentum carries me past you, and with you on my right side, my face is wide open, and nothing I can do to stop or mitigate a straight left that comes in fast on my right cheek, rocking and twisting my face to my left. This causes me to topple over, to my left side, so your uppercut only grazes my jaw, and then I find myself down on the canvass, wondering what the fuck happened, all within a second or so. My head hurts, and I feel a little woozy as I smell everything on the canvass from previous bouts, traces of blood, sweat, saliva, tears....yt
19:30 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: You drop like a box of rocks as the impact of my left rises up my entire arm, triggering a feeling I simply can't explain. The right misses the mark and would probably have ended the fight, but instead I get the knockdown I wanted. Having a much tougher time than our first fight, I am a bit winded, and need to keep this pressure on. Without rests, this is a gauntlet for sure. I quickly go to a corner and taunt count as you did... in spanish.... while I also try to get a quick respite at the same time.....
19:30 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: uno!.....
19:30 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: dos!....
19:30 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: tres!.....
19:31 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: cuatro!....
19:31 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
23:59 Patti: I’m lying on my left side, my face feeling the cold canvass, and then I hear this annoying women’s voice, uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco.....ok, I got to get up, even though my head is spinning as the left straight caught me flush on the cheek/jaw, never saw it coming, which made matters so much worse. At ocho, I begin to press myself up, and at nueve I have a left foot and knee under me, and at diez I’m up, and not really ready, but it is what it is. “You hit me when I was not looking chica, that’s the only reason I went down!” I raise my gloves and reform an orthodox stance. “Bring it on!” yt
17:30 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Barely up before the count of "diez", you clearly don't look in a good place. Then you spew some foolishness as if I cheated or rabbit punched you, which is so far from the truth. Hitting you 'when you weren't looking' is beyond hilarious. You were out of position and defenses were compromised and I took advantage. Just like I am about to do now as I see your gloves raise and you call me in. I gladly engage and feign as if going body with a dip of my right shoulder. I turn the right hook to the body into a sweeping over the top right hook coming for your cheek and temple. I then swiftly send a quick straight left and right coming for your face center mass. It's time to step up this pace.
17:30 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
18:55 Patti: There is no delay in the action, as you come at me fast, wanting to take advantage of my disadvantaged state after kissing the canvass. I’ve been in enough boxing matches to know that I have to get my shit together fast, and that you are going to come for me fast, and that your opening shot is going to be a feint, it just about always is, so I don’t bite on it, and instead keep my gloves up so your right hook gets snagged on my left glove, a big smacking noise of leather on leather. Straight punches follow, in rapid succession, and I still have enough wits about me to weave under them and counter punch with my own left/right combo of straights aimed towards your lower ribs and your centre body core, and then as I come back up, I hope to be inside your guard and up close, so try to send a left uppercut to your chin using my rising motion to increase the power. I intend to stay in close, to neutralize your reach advantage and not give an inch. yt
23:12 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: There are those moments in a fight you think "this is it, this is the time." Thinking your opponent's done. But....and this is truly why boxing is so unpredictable, that fighter's view suddenly shatters. even hurt, your defense is, at least at this moment, perfection personified. You not only don't bite on the feint, you meticulously stuff the right hook.. FWAP!!! echoes in the ring as wet leather to wet leather collide. The left and right then become my 'enemy' as you slip under, you do what I have done many times to an opponent, counter with a body shot combination. "Uuuhhhhl! Uuuuuh!" Your left crashes into my right ribs and I fold forward swallowing the completely unexpecting shot and it's partner, the right as it pounds my body center mass. I fold forward and my face shows my hand; shock and surprise. I don't have any time to respond as the combination hand speed is fast, especially for someone who just had been down herself, when the left explodes on my chin. (mtc)
23:13 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: My head goes straight up and I see stars, my world goes dizzy and I stagger and stumble back. I hit the ropes and my gloves are window dressing. I shake my head, but my world is spinning.
23:13 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
23:55 Patti: This is an amazing turn of events, although I’m not feeling the best, I was far from out and you just walked into my counter punching trap. It all started with me not buying into a feint, I knew that would be the most logical way you would proceed, popping that shoulder. And then I guessed lucky, weaving in time to avoid those nasty straights, and there we have it. I feel a huger surge of adrenaline, as my left explodes on your chin, and you stumble back to the ropes, making the mistake of underestimating your opponent. I come forward now, and try to swing a left/right hook combo towards your jaw lines, wanting to take advantage of this nearly instant change of fight momentum, trying to curve each hook around your guard, and then try to pop a left straight through the middle of your guard for your mouth. “Eat it!” yt
00:16 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I find myself in unfamiliar territory. Out last fight saw you meticulously dismantled blow by blow. This fight has had a dramatic ebb and flow to it that has teetered back and forth. But my mind is trying to register all the things firing off in my head. "get your gloves up! move! Cover! clinch! take a knee!" but I don't get the moment to do any of those as your silhouette is right in front and all I see are two leathery blurs. WHAP! THWAP! "Guuuhhnn! Hnnnngg!" a left and right hook directly into my jaw and chin and my face involuntarily deforms creating an impact crater each time. Spittle flies from my jowls each time and the sweat spirals everywhere. My whole body shakes from the blows and my gloves start to sink. I don't even see the left coming as my head is recoiling from the right.... WHAP! "Mmmggff!" Your glove conforms around my face straight on and my head shoots back and bends over the rope that was behind me. My gloves sink as the flash and fog kick in.
00:16 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
06:43 Patti: They say that revenge is a dish best served cold, but this is not really revenge at all, and I’m way to hot to call this cold, I’m simply on fire. Sweat is flashing off my face and arms with each swing, and too focused on not blowing a win against an opponent that could take full advantage of any mistakes. You don’t look too good at the moment though, that brain in a fog, and with those sinking gloves, I decide to change levels, and a swing a left/right/left combo of uppercuts at your navel, using the belly button for the strike zone, trying to keep your propelled up and into the ropes. Then a quick right uppercut towards the chin or centre of the face if my body shots manage to double you over. yt
11:33 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Lost in a haze and in deep trouble, your gloves come quick and with purpose. I try to raise my gloves not even recognizing you are going low..... "Uuuhhlf! Hyulll!" your left and right cave in my belly, sinking deep into my body. My belly swallows each blow and i shudder and fold over the blow right into.... "Mmmgggff!!" my chin gets ROCKED! Your right rises and sends a message to my brain and I stagger and teeter. I stick out my gloves to try to get balance as my feet go left then right. My legs, rubbery and jello-like.
11:33 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
18:46 Patti: The old gal is tough, I think, as you take shots to the body and then the chin, and even though you’re wobbling around, your still standing. You’re trying to do something with those gloves, trying to balance yourself. I imagine if I leave you alone, you probably would collapse in a heap on the canvass in a few more seconds, but what would be the fun in that? I give you my best, most evil grin, and then bob left and then right, I drop my left glove to my hip, and pause a moment, then swipe it up to try to knock your gloves away to your left, as I try to blast a powerful right cross over to your right cheek, then as my left comes back, again, I dip it, and as I step in towards you, I try to send a rocket of a left uppercut at the underside of your jaw, and pressing into you, lowering my right to send a second uppercut to the other jaw, being an equal opportunity puncher. yt
20:50 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: My head bobbing, I try to find you in my foggy state, but I can't follow you at all, my head spinning wildly when FWUMP! I see a leather blur go by and miss my head but I feel my gloves get smacked left. It doesn't register what's happening then.... FWAP! "Nnnghh!!!" My face deforms from a blindsided cross to my right cheek. My legs start to buckle and fold, my mouth piece hangs in the fold of my mouth now, sweat flies in all directions. My head bobbles right, my cheek left with a temporary concave imprint from the glove. And my body starts to give way when.... "Mgghhff!!!" My jaw and chin just wrecked sending a plethora of spittle up , my head getting a first hand view of the lights, and my brains starts shutting down when... "NnnGnnhhFff!" Oh gawd! my world goes dark, my mouthguard flies, my body goes limp and I just collapse right there hitting the canvas hard. Completely out cold.
20:50 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
20:55 Patti: I stand over you for a moment or two, no need to count, she is clearly out, and of course I'm not just going to leave you here, so I use my teeth to open the velcro straps of my gloved, and quickly pull them off under my armpits, letter them drop onto the canvass, and then move to my bag to fetch the smelling salts. I then come back to you, drop to my knees, and hold you up, giving you a good sniff of the salts, come on Helen, time to wake up! yt
21:02 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: "AUUUGGHH!!!" I shake my head... "OW OW OW!!! What the?" and I realize the woman who I knocked out in our first match, the one who hasn't changed ONE bit at work, now is actually helping me? All I can muster is.... "thank you.... can you hand me my water, please?" as I am monstrously thirsty. My head is pounding from the barrage of blows I took.
21:02 Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: yt
21:08 Patti: I smile down at you, And then pass you some water, “just sip it”. “This does not mean we will get on at work, nor does it mean this is settled, we are 1:1, and I think we both know what this means.....my voice trails off as I rub my sore jaw, that aches.....

Published: 2023-09-11, viewed 72 times.