Female Boxing Federation

09:03 Tammy_Fay: I step into the back yard ring to take on Islaa, a mouthy small woman who has tweaked this 5 ft 3 in 170 lb Texas package of dynamite too many times, and now she is going to find out what a short fuse I have, Wearing a black tank top, some black tight fitting shorts and black 8 oz boxing gloves!

09:03 Tammy_Fay: And I forgo to mention my colourful tatoos on my left side!

09:13 Islaa: Accustomed to backyard brawls myself with some experience against heavier women, this match shouldn't be any different from the outcomes I previously had: knocking out my opponent. Standing taller by two inches although drastically slimmer, I slip through the ring in opposite colors than my opponent. White tank top, tight workout shorts, and white 8oz boxing gloves ready to make their mark!

09:16 Tammy_Fay: I bounce on my fight lightly, or as lightly as someone with my weight can, as I wait for the bell. I roll my shoulders up and down, confident this will be a round one KO. DING! I slap my gloves together and its fight time! I move out towrds the ring centre forming an orthodox stance and beging bobbing erratically from side to side, looking for an opening to knock out my light weight opponent.

16:05 Islaa: That confident nature surely needed to be dialed down some and I knew just the way to do it. That bell pretty much perked my ears up, telling me to come to the center with my left glove low by my waist and right hugging tightly to my cheek. A smirk appeared when I got close, even leaning myself forwards as an inviting target before sending a snappy left jab for your nose and slipping off to your left side for a right cross to your gloves

16:12 Tammy_Fay: You come out at the sound of the bell, but holding yourself in a cocky stance, a Philly shell, with your left glove held low to your waist, right glove up at your chin. Oh babe, you are asking for some real trouble coming at me like this, and I just stare at you, like are you for real? Then your left glove shoots up, really fast for a SNAP into my nose, going right between my gaurd and rocking my head back a bit, then you step to my left to hit my gloves with a right cross. I step to my left to come at you head on, now a bit pissed off at your cocky display, and swing out with a left/right hook combo towards your jaws, trying to give you a lesson in boxing big opponents.....

16:16 Islaa: With you being the bigger girl here and judging just by looks, I figured you were the type to give it your all with each punch! A left hook swings after my glove connects with yours and it was time to give you a taste of the little mouse’s moves: slip under the left hook to bash the body with a right hook, slip under the right hook like I’m doing rope training, pivot a little to your right side and thrust a short right uppercut for your chin in quick succession!

16:24 Tammy_Fay: My left hook swings out, a real power shot, a shot that's going to deck you and leave you whimpering on the canvass, but you weave under it, and my left glove hits a pocket of air over your head making a loud swishing sound. Just as fast, your right hook connects with my ribs, and the sound reverberates around the back yard. UGGG.......I grimace from the smack, but I ain't finished as I swing my right out, and again hit only some hot air, but your right snaps out again, popping me in the chin, and forcing me to take a step back. I blink my eyes a couple of times, and then come back at you, wanting to send your cute head snapping back, trying to send a left/right straight combo towrds the centre of your face, now going to show you what some brute force can do!

16:28 Islaa: The lucky thing about my opponent was that eager nature to keep on swinging! It was lovely but I could tell by that blink of your eyes you weren’t expecting such a combo. Back a step.. back two steps let’s those straights come inches away from smacking my face, the last one I gave a little love tap with my right glove and gave a little dash forwards to close the distance, sending a soft, double left jab to try and tag that right eye of yours purely to be an annoying little bug.

16:34 Tammy_Fay: My left and then my right arm extend, but dam, this little bitch is fast, and seems to have good instincts as to what to expect of me, as my gloves again only hit some air. Clearly I've got to deal with her speed, and coordination! But as my right is coming back towards me, she slips forward, really fast, two light jabs snap out, and all I see is a flash of her white glove heading towrds my eye....and then popping me in the eye.....it stings a bit, and now doubt that it could potentially leave a lighter shiner, but fuck, I've been hit worse. So I decide to come straight back at you, weave low, and try to hammer a left/right hook combo towards that cute belly button of yours!

16:39 Islaa: I expected you to continue your head hunting so with a little luck, I sent out another left jab headed for that lovely eye of yours but you took things straight ahead.. that weave to stay low already opened me to a brutal left/right hook combo that bashes my belly button, draws air from my lungs and nearly folds me over with each blow… GUFFFP… UNNHFFF.. my eyes widen almost instantly now expecting the heavy hammer blows but try to stay close for with an overhand right trying to come down on that jaw of yours then twisting into a left hook for the ribs!

16:47 Tammy_Fay: I get in my hooks at your abs, they hold, but I can tell they take you by surprise, but as I start to come back up, you are already counter punching, with an overhand right that crashes into my jaw, my upward movement increases the impact, and drives me back down onto one knee. Now my downward movement was a stroke of bad luck, because that left hook intended for my ribs, crashes into my jaw instead, a heavy punch that has the torque of your body behind it, twisting my head to my left, and then crashing my body over to my left as well, landing on my left side! Fuck! I’ve been knocked off my feet in the first moments of this fuckin match! I’m far from KO’d, and thoroughly humiliated, so I push myself up quickly, not going to allow a start to count, and get myself back into an orthodox stance. I hiss “You’ve had it now!”

16:53 Islaa: The glove connects and in spectacular fashion! I could feel the ripple throughout my arm with that overhand hit was NOT expecting the left hook to jam into your jaw at all. The Texan girl went downwards onto one knee then got clobbered onto her side! This was only the beginning too.. I had more planned but to make sure she reaaaly got a good luck at me.. I moved forwards, nearing my opponent as I came eye to eye with you. “Down already? Come on, you can make it up… I believe in you..” of course you quickly pushed yourself back up to your feet and I backed away resuming my stance with a wide smile, giving a small bounce on my toes.

16:59 Tammy_Fay: That taunting just makes me so fuckin angry, all I want to do is shove my glove into this gal's big mouth! "You got a big mouth for someone so slight!" I begin to bounce on my feet, and the charge forward, like a freight train. This gal is going down I tell myself, and I come at you trying to blast a hole through your guard, nothing fancy, just a left/right/left combo towrds the centre of your face, trying to first dislodge that guard and show you what a big Texas gal can do! EAT IT BITCH I hiss.

17:03 Islaa: A bit of fear struck me the moment you charged forwards because I swear the ring started to shake with each stomp… black gloves come flying towards the centre of my face. I did my best to weave through the first one, parrying the second one.. but who would expect a third straight?? PFFFFTH! A black glove thrusts my head far back after flattening my face with the blow, causing a light stumble and crimson to slowly leak out my nose. I quickly shook my head and altered my stance to have both gloves up as I peered over the top of them.

17:07 Tammy_Fay: My brawling and bullying tactics work, and the third straight, a left, smacks you in the nose, and oh babe, that blood leaking out just turns me on like a shark. Your now hesitant and scared of big bad Tammy Fay, I can see it in your eyes as you peer over those silly white gloves. I ain't finished with you though, and I stomp forward again, why change a winning tactic? Again I attack, with a left/right/straight combo, intending to punch those gloves out of my way and then just punch out your lights!

17:17 Islaa: The guard stays high to take those hammering blows against my gloves as best I could. Each one knocking back the guard to nearly break it with that last one forcing my own gloves into my face... MMF.. I was tired of seeing you trying to take control of the match so I took it into my own hands to deliver some striking blows of my own. Weaving around to keep you guessing, a feint left jab comes out for that eye I tagged earlier then shifted my weight for a heavy right straight for your own nose looking to draw blood on my pearly whites!

17:24 Tammy_Fay: I try to bully you, but only succeed in slapping your own gloves back into your face. But I’m thinking you don’t like my display of raw power, but it becomes harder to hit at your gloves and break down your guard as you are now weaving about erratically. I’m trying to figure out when to strike next when a jab comes out, heading for my eye, so I extend my right forearm out, to parry the jab, that does not come. Instead there is a flash of white from your power right, that comes out like a bolt of lightning, popping into my nose, nearly flattening it, and of course a spurt of blood comes spraying out, as my head rock backs. I try to suck up the pain, and stand my ground, swinging out a left and right hook towards your temples, wanting to pound you into the ground!

17:30 Islaa: "I got you right where I want you!!" The blood coats a nice pink on the white gloves and I look to capitalize the moment your head was rocked back. I hop forwards to close the gap so you could experience my in-fighting once again that took you by surprise. A left hook swung out and again I weave under it, offering a left hook to the navel then weaving under your right hook to offer a right uppercut into the beauty spot... the solar plexus!

17:35 Tammy_Fay: I should sometimes try thinking.....but the punch to the nose just made me see red, literally! As I swing my left hook out, you step in closer, weaving in under it, and then I take a left hook to the navel.....ugggg......my right hook swings out, and again you are weaving under it like a pro.....but this time you offer up a right uppercut into my solar plexus, it’s a soft spot for me, and as pain radiates out in all directions from that delicate bundle of nerves, I find it suddenly difficult to breath, feel like I’m starting to hyperventilate....and try to open my arms to wrap them around you, wanting to get some moments to get back together....

17:45 Islaa: "That didn't feel all that g- oh no you don't!" A chuckle escaped me when the soft flesh enveloped over my glove from that perfect uppercut to the the navel. Your difficulty to breathe was a telltale sign that things weren't going well.. but you wanted to try reaching out for me all of a sudden.. NOT HAPPENING!! I couldn't thrust in a good hit to your head in the short amount of time so I side stepped and shoved at your chest to try and keep you at a short distance. It wouldn't be a hard shove at all giving our weight difference but I just needed some space to offer you a similar combo you loved throwing: a crisp left-right hook combination to help rock the Texas cowgirl on her feet!

17:53 Tammy_Fay: I can’t get my thick arms wrapped around you, you try to shove me back, but good luck with that! Toy realise this ain’t happening and quickly step off to the side, I try to turn, and keep my gloves over my chest, wanting to protect my body, when your left-right combo comes at me. Because my solar plexus is still burning with intense pain, I can’t weave under those blows, which come in fast, the first hook twisting my face to my left, into the second hook that smashes the right left side of my face! I begin to feel unsteady and take a few steps back, sweat now dripping off my face, as I bite into my mouth guard and try to escape, my gloves now coming into a high guard, ready to protect my face and use my elbows to protect my chest.......I continue to breath hard, my heart racing and pounding from these assaults that should not be happening to me!

18:34 Islaa: "Where you goin, Tammy? Backing away already?" I continuously jabbed at that high guard of yours from a distance to make sure you knew exactly who was pressuring you.. mixing it up with a hard right straight to the gloves then shooting low with a left hook trying to snake it around for your liver if I could. I see the ropes behind you so I kept pressing forward, this time offering a right hook for the waistband of your shorts!

18:45 Tammy_Fay: A lot of things race through your mind when you are losing a fight, especially like how to change the direction of the fight. My brawling, bullying style has not served me well with this nimble boxer, and I need to change tactics, I’m sure she will collapse if I can just land one hard punch on that glass jaw that I think she has. Right now, I’ve got a small shiner on my right eye where she popped me with a double jab, and a bloody nose from taking a power right straight into it, not to mention a bruised body that took a wicked uppercut to the solar plexus. And now I’m trying to stay away from my opponent, as I work out something and win this fight.....And oh fuck, you continue at me as I back away, the ropes coming up fast, jabs popping into my gloves, then a hard right into my gloves, then a low left hook going into my liver region, I tighten my fleshy abs to take that shot, and itgets absorbed by my bulk, but it hurts!

18:45 Tammy_Fay: Another hook right for the waist band of my shorts falls short as I keep backing up, until my back presses into the top rope. Fuck, I’m getting bullied into the ropes by this slight whisp of a gal! I now try to box my way off the ropes, wanting to smash your jaw with a left hook, reaching out, trying to curve it around your guard, and then send out a right straight towards your chest trying to force you back!

18:54 Islaa: The pressure was on you to box your way out of a first round knockout and you were coming onto me with force! Lifting up my right arm in time to block the left hook prevents me from getting absolutely rocked but the motion of it was still there, knocking me to the side and forcing me to stabilize myself from the hard blow. A right straight jams up into my chest, stifling a soft moan in response to it followed by a low growl.. as if to say you really fucked up... A quick bend at the knees and a spring in my step sends a soaring right uppercut in an attempt to thread the needle through your gloves aimed straight for your chin then I put all my weight into an overhand left that comes crashing down for that shiner!

19:03 Tammy_Fay: Getting beaten is always humiliating, but getting your ass kicked by a much smaller woman who is fast and skilled is even worse than humiliating. My hook gets parried by your right forearm, and then my right jams into your chest, and then a soft moan turns into a gropwl as you bend at your knees and send a right uppercut soaring between my wide open guard, crashing into my chin, snapping my head back, my back bending deeply into the top rope, that was one fuckin power punch, your core and legs going into it! As I bend forward, now daised from my brain rattling around inside my head, your overhand bomb of a left comes crashing into my right eye, using the shiner as a bullseye......All I see is a flash of white, and now my eye feels like it will explode out of the socket! My brain is woozy as I feel my knees start to buckle, and reach out with my right glove to hold the top rope for support. Now in a blind panic as I feel my right eye swelling shut!

19:16 Islaa: The shiner started to swell up. Knees buckling from under you, the right glove holding on for support, everything was going my way in this moment and you couldn't have been in a better position! I take advantage of that lousy guard of yours by slipping of to the right side with a crisp left hook connecting against your jawline to rock your head some more. I bounce from toe to toe as I bite down on my mouthguard, beginning to pepper your open face with soft jabs to keep that head bouncing... jab.. jab jab.. jab... jab jab.. Then completely stuff a right hook into your solar plexus and lean against your body-as best I can- so you stay stuck up against the ropes! "Not going the way you hope.. huh?"

19:44 Tammy_Fay: My desire to knock you out early in round 1 is turning into a fucking nightmare – now with the distinct possibility of me getting the fucking KO’d in round 1 instead. I know that holding the ropes is not sustainable, but still needed to steady myself, but as I let go of the ropes, your left hook POUNDS into my jaw line, I barely see a white flash coming as I squint through my swollen right eye. Some soft jabs come in at my face, I can see you white a red gloves flashing in at me.....red from my bloodied nose! Then the right hook comes in hard and heavy.....hitting me in an already tenderized solar plexus, bending me forward. For a small squirt of a boxer, you hit fast and know how to twist your core to increase the power.

19:44 Tammy_Fay: I begin to gag and grunt and hyperventilate, not able to move back away from you because of the ropes. Now in a panic to escape, move towards my left towards the corner, hoping I can circle around you....sending out a couple of right jabs towards your chest to get you the fuck away from me. Nopthing worse than getting outclassed by a smaller boxer!

19:56 Islaa: "Hey hey.. where do you think... YOU'RE going??" It was like seeing a scared little bunny rabbit hopping to an area they thought was safe, little did they know the hunter was coming in for their prey. Those right jabs being sent out towards my chest served more as an annoyance rather than punches that could put me out. Taking most of the blows against my forearms, trying to cut off your movement to be restricted to that corner you were backing yourself into... The panic was setting and it was only a matter of time before something you did would haunt you forever. I toyed with you in that moment, throwing a feint left jab to test your reaction.. then another down low.. only for a right cross to be thrown at your left breast since you wanted to throw jabs at mine so often and transitioned upstairs for a wild haymaker to that thick temple of yours!

20:05 Tammy_Fay: I make it to the corner, but as I try to turn towrds the ring centre, you are already in front of me, like the fucking boxing bitch from hell! To say things are not going well is understatement at its best. It looks like you are going to throw a jab, and I react by sticking my right glove out in front to block it, but it does not come, then a second jab at my belly, so I drop my right to block it, but it does not come, instead, with my right down, you send a right cross over to hit my right tit, flatening it! My mouth opens in a big O, but I can't get enough air in my lungs to scream from the pain of my fleshy breast getting pounded. That cross then goes upwards, smashing me in the temple, and sending my back pounding into the padded turnbuckle, my legs spread apart to steady myself, pushing my back further into the comfortable feel of the turnbuckle. I now desperately try to raise my guard and get back into the fight, jabbing out with a right towrds your nose, my face bloodied,

20:05 Tammy_Fay: my heart racing, and my right eye almose swollen closed........

20:11 Islaa: This was an abysmal display of boxing from you. Bloodied, bruised, and almost broken. That jab coming for my nose was laughable too! A quick parry with the left by smacking it towards your left allowed me to slam in a hard right straight into that bloodied nose of yours. "Go ahead and say your nightly prayers, Tammy. The canvas is calling your name!" Ducking low, I hammer in one hard left hook to the navel looking to fold you over my glove and with a smirk, I take a brief step back to watch those legs wobble before as I thrust with all my might a right uppercut to the tip of your chin!

20:18 Tammy_Fay: My right suddenly gets parried off by your left, nothing feels worse than a punch getting parried away, and then you are left open for counter punching. Like a hard right straight that comes across and punching into my nose like a sledge hammer! My head snaps back, blood spurts out covering your right glove, and sprays onto your chest, and then dribbles down my chest between my cleavage. My knees are now buckling as you duck low, putting a hard left hook into my belly button and untensed flabby abs, folding me forward into a massive right uppercut into my chin, that rocks my head back! My back slams into the turnbuckle, and my legs buckle under me as my back slides down the padded corner, landing on my ass, legs spread apart, my chin drops onto my chest, as everything goes dark. My gloves resting out to my sides, not moving. Not beaten, but brutally beaten and fucked up, outboxed and outclassed by a some fast moving gloves!

20:22 Islaa: A chuckle escapes me as I look at the bloodied white gloves with delight! "Maybe next time, champ!" For some added humiliation that you wouldn't be able to see, I climb onto the turnbuckle ropes that you were knocked out at, holding both gloves high in the air to cheer myself on! "Winner by a first round knockout... Islaaaaa!!"

20:24 Tammy_Fay: You stay on the ropes standing over me for a few moments.....long enough for me to glimpse this....your body looking 10 feet tall from this angle....I close my eyes.....moan some........not believing how many times you hit me......