Female Boxing Federation

09:52 Tammy_Fay: There is a bar in a small Texas town that has a boxing ring and holds "Tough Guys & Gals" boxing competitions every year, and thiis year I'm there for the competition. I'm a scrappy little Texas gal, 5 ft 3 in height, but built like a tank (170 lbs), with fiery light red hair, and with a short fuse. I'm eager to try out my brawling style of boxing in this tournament, and bet that there ain't no gals going to be able to handle me in that ring. On the night of the tounament, they draw names out of a hat, and it appears that I'll be boxing a tall German woman, a good 6 inches taller than me, and not too different in weight at 162 lbs......I'll deal with her reach advantage, no problem. So I step into the ring wearing some black shorts, black sports bra, and some black Everlast 8 oz gloves, as well as a black mouth piece, and let's not forget, some colourful tatoos on my left thigh. Fuck yeh! I'm ready for this! Photo not found.

15:01 Mira-image: DING! DING! DING!''

15:04 Tammy_Fay: The bell sounds and it's now on! I quickly move into an orthodox stance, left glove and foot leading, right glove held close to my chin, and then my elbows tucked in. I bite down on my mouth guard as I begin to bounce on my feet lightly and move out towrds the centre of the ring, ready to throw punches at my taller opponent. She does look skilled, but I can handle her. I tuck in my elbows tight, and then start to bob erractically from side to side. As I get closer, I wave my gloves at you...."C'mon, show me something!" I hiss.

15:09 Tammy_Fay: 180 seconds

15:16 Mira-image: You are quick to push out of your corner and i handle things similarly. I don't want to get caught anywhere close to the ropes, since i might have height on you, you got a few pounds and the lower center of gravity. You start bobbing and weaving, waving me in now that the first 3 minute round is underway, and i am happy to comply! I take a step in to get into range, elbows tucked in tight to my sides and gloves at my cheeks, and fire a quick left jab towards your lips. I double it up though, expecting an immediate counter, with a second left jab, this one square towards your chest to keep you at ample range. "You don't belong into a ring with me, fat ass!"

15:16 Mira-image: 170 seconds

15:24 Tammy_Fay: I need to get in close, but you send out a first jab very quick at my lips, so I snuff it on my right glove, the sound of leather gloved fists smacking together reverberating around the bar. I don't counter after the first jab, as I'm not in range, but when the second jab snaps out, at chest level, I parry it out to the side with my right forearm, and then rush in closer, trying to send a hook at your jaw with my left, and then sweep an uppercut towrds your solar plexus with my right, and now its time for up close and personal boxing.....going to make ya eat those words!

15:31 Mira-image: It looks like i've just poked the bear. Not with my first jab, not with my second either, but with my words instead. I am happy to get under an opponents skin. It makes them angry and angry boxers make mistakes. Mistakes i can exploit. Though i wish it was as easy as that as you start to rush towards me, cause making an opponent angry can also backfire spectacularly. Pushing my jab outside left you with a lane to attack, but you fire at my jaw instead, where my right glove is lingering, ready to defend. Leather hits leather with yet another dull thud. No way one glove can stop that shot, but it buys me time to bounce back and make your cross cut through the air. I keep light on my feet and start moving, circling to my right and turning my upper body to right, making your uppercut bang into my elbow and forearm, forcing them to slam into my body, instead of crashing full-steam glove first into my solar plexus. I am pushed back a step, but quickly regain my footing and fire back again.

15:32 Mira-image: My left getting well utilized with another jab towards your face and a second jab, yet again towards your chest.

15:32 Mira-image: 150 seconds

15:38 Tammy_Fay: My punches cause no damage, and I'm annoyed that I got angry and made a mistake of sending out a left hook, rather than using a right straight or cross, its just one of those things that happen when you get annoyed. You now step back, and try to use your range advatage, sending a jab at my cheek, this time it pops through my guard and punches me in the cheek, snapping my head back, gritting my teeth and bitting down on the mouth piece.. Then a second jab comes out at my chest, again to keep the distance to your advantage. This time I again use my right forearm to slap the punch out to the side, but followup by stepping in, and sending a right straight towrds your nose, and then dip my left glove to try to slice a left shovel hook into your liver, wanting to to cut you down to size!

15:49 Mira-image: We have yet to connect but i take the lead with a jab, bursting through your guard. My attack is short lived, though, with you slapping my second jab aside once more to step in and fire away. This time you take a much more direct angle to the gaping whole in my guard and black leather flattens my nose, despite me trying to pull my head back. I am lucky you did not draw first blood as i am pushed back again! I blink rapidly and can only spot a black blur to my right. My body reacts almost instinctivly, turning into the blow instead of away from it. I twist to my left, forcing my abs into the path of your nasty shovel hook. I grunt, air beaten out of me, but your gloved knuckles compress against my firm abs while i keep the momentum of my torquing body going, trying to punish you with a hard right cross towards your chin!

15:49 Mira-image: 130 seconds

15:55 Tammy_Fay: We are now in close contact, and I get a thrill as my right straight smacks into your nose, perhaps not as hard as I would have liked, but still a good hit on this big gal. The shovel hook smacks into your abs as you twist your body, denying me a potentially crippling body shot, and then its holly fuck, as I get a flash of white as a powerful right cross comes over my lowered glove, crashing into my chin. I rotate my head to my right to roll with it and mitgate some of its power, but its a hard hit and saliva sprays out of my fuckin mouth, and I let out a soft moan as my face distorts. I stay in contact though, and push forward like a freight train, sending out a left straight towrds your solar plexus, and then dip my right and go for a killer uppercut at your chin, trying to use my shorter stature to my advantage, twisting the hips to increase the powe.

16:14 Mira-image: I can still feel the aching of my nose and the lingering pain in my abs, but the feeling is quickly washed away by adrenaline when my cross SLAMS into your jawline. You manage to roll with the punch, but it's not enough to negate all it's power. The crowd are on their feet, cheering and chanting at this display of pure power punching, as you stand your ground despite the hit and come forcing your way back inside. But, to your surprise, i do the same! Getting up close to you should be unfavorable for me, and the left thudding into my solar plexus, making me grunt in pain and gag for air, confirm that, until you start to drop your right to unleash your hellacious uppercut. I have cut distance between us more than you were expecting, smothering your uppercut between our bodies before it can get anywhere close to my chin. In fact, i try and use the combined moment to turn my left shoulder forward and give you a firm taste of my muscles. Is it the cleanest move? Hell no!

16:15 Mira-image: Do i try and make it look like i just braced for impact? As much as possible! Hoping i can pop your head back and send you off balance and onto your backfoot for the first time this fight!

16:15 Mira-image: 110 seconds

16:22 Tammy_Fay: I'm now realising that this gal can box, and she can also fucking fight. You step in close to me, and my left straight lands on your solar plexus, maybe activating some pain in those nerve budles, but shit, this was a masterful move that cut the distance and power down in half, and then my right uppercut is nothing more than a tap on your chest. A totally wasted effort on my part. I'm going to reload my left and right, but first I need to take a half step back, because you are really close! Your left shoulder then comes down onto my cheek, something I'm not expecting, and something that takes me unawares. You're height gives you good advantage here, and my head pops to my left as you shoulder swings into my fuckin cheek. I stumble off to my left, having taken a nasty pop to my face from your shoulder.....what the fuck.....just happened.....I try to get my guard back up, feeling a little stunned.....

16:30 Mira-image: I bet you are not used to your opponents meeting you head on, going toe to toe with you, and that surprise is all that it took. Your head meets my shoulder and i smile as i send you staggering, though not wasting any time to follow you like a huntress stalks her prey. You are vying to drag your guard up, i can almost smell the sligh notion of panic, and i try to exploit it like the skilled boxer i am. I test the waters with a left jab towards your face and double it up with another left jab, aiming towards your chest again...or that is what i want you to think. I hope i've conditioned you to react by bounce that jab outside and hope your struggling will let you fall for the feint. I, meanwhile, push off my right foot and twist my hips, trying to send a right uppercut off my own towards your slightly bulging belly. It's a bruising punch, driven by my big, powerful body and my flaring biceps. A punch i've lovingly coined the Womb-buster.

16:30 Mira-image: 90 seconds

16:37 Tammy_Fay: I glance at the ref after taking a wicked shoulder in the cheek, but she just ignores me, and I got bigger problems comiing my way. And it's like a German tank is coming towrds me. She seems to be the real deal, she has power, speed, skill and smarts.....I get my guard up, just in time to block a jab at my face, at this distance she can simply pick me off with jabs.....then the second jab at my chest, and yes, I react quickly to parry with my right, but instead a very rapid right uppercut comes out, and my belly is open, and it just pounds in like a fuckin sledge hammer....a sledge hammer made in Germany! My mouth opens in a big O shape, and I try to tighten my abs and suckup the pain. I move off to my right, trying not to get backed into the ropes, and get my guard up to shoulder height, needing a few moments to deal with the heavy uppercut to the belly.

16:44 Tammy_Fay: 80 seconds

16:47 Mira-image: This might be a toughgirl competition, but even the toughest girl is going to fall at some point. With these big blows we are laying out, though, that point might be sooner than later. The shoulder check is rewarded, combined with the beautiful feint, and the crowd roars in approval as i sink white leather into your belly, sending ripples through it. That one hurt. You can't even play it off. I am officialy hunting you now, with you backing off, gloves at shoulder height. I try and use my reach again, popping two crisp left jabs towards your nose and right eye, eager to promote you to raise your guard, so i can step left and twist into a hard left shovel hook towards your liver. You're not the only one aware of the potential of that punch.

16:47 Mira-image: 70 seconds

16:55 Tammy_Fay: At this point, I'm just trying to stay alive and not get knocked out in round 1. I'm getting stalked, and the crowd has now turned towards cheering you on, they like good boxing and at the moment I'm getting outclassed. You're keeping the distance so that I'm in your range, but I can't get at you unless you get closer. With my gloves at shoulder height, I'm splitting the difference, trying to protect body and head. It seldom works that way, and you snap a jab off faster than I can react, popping me in the nose, and it hurts! A smalldribble of blood comes out, and I can taste in on my lips. I instinctively raise my guard to block the second jab. The you have to come in closer, to go for the shovel hook, and I see your left go down so I twist to my left, and you hookhits my rib cage....I let out a grunt from the impact, and the ribs fucking hurt, but I use this as opportunity to try to step into you, trying to send a counter right straight at your nose,

16:55 Tammy_Fay: then bounce back to try to avoid a counter. Now trying to play out the time for the bell,

17:00 Tammy_Fay: 60 seconds

17:05 Mira-image: I am hitting my stride right now, feeling in rythm as i pummel you, though you are tough. There is still a minute left this round and i might have a chance at ending your shot at the toughwoman title in round 1! Only do you have different plans. My hook to the liver, what i was banking on to freeze you, does not land where i wanted it to. You step into me instead and smack black leather square into my nose, leaving my nose to trickle blood, evening the score on that front. I borrow a page out of your book, though, my legs driving me forward despite the aching pain after that flash of black. You try and bounce back out of reach, but trying to reverse your gears while i keep my momentum, in addition to my longer reach, should mean bad news for you. I try and attack you ruthlessly, going for your body once more with a bustling left hook to the side of your belly, but i am expecting a vicious counter. You have tried coming over the top of my punching arms several times,

17:06 Mira-image: So i dip down low instinctivly, trying to duck and slide a step to my right and twist of my feet to generate ample power for a right cross towards your jawline!

17:06 Mira-image: 50 seconds.

17:12 Tammy_Fay: I'm back peddling away, but you are coming after me, with those long powerful legs, easily keeping pace with me. For a moment, I feel like you might even run over me!. You send out a fast hook to the left side of my belly that lands hard, and bends me slighty forward, pain ripping up from my abs, I fire back a quick right straight at your nose, hoping I can fuckin break it! But you go under that straight, and the send back a right straight into my jaw! My face twists to my right, and then I steumble to my right, feeling daised and stunned, and then I as I try to away from you in a blind panic, I suddenly feel the ropes pressing into my back, stopping any further movement. My eyes are a bit glassy after that powershot to the jaw, but I get my gloves into a high guard, and now intend to box it out on the ropes.

17:12 Tammy_Fay: 40 seconds

17:18 Mira-image: I have won the crowd over with a convincing showing in round 1, outboxing you with witt, skills and a bit of dirty boxing when needed the most. It was all worth it, though, now that i got you backed into the ropes, with glassy eyes and a quickly rising guard! Yeah, you know how to handle yourself coming forwards, but i am a big girl too and getting bullied seems to be something you can't handle. The crowd behind you gets a masterful view of your backside while i step in, my once white top a little reddened by the trickle from my nose finaly dripping of my chin, but i could not care less. With your guard high, i quickly go low, taking a step left after that frontal approach, opening an angle to twist my hips into another one of these womb busting shots, this time a more straight one towards your navel! My knees, carrying a slight bend to keep nimple, suddenly start to straighten as i rise up, my calves, thighs and glutes flaring to the pleasure of the crowd.

17:18 Mira-image: My rising body carrying momentum and power to add to my right glove, which i try to hammer into your chin in a tight arcing uppercut!

17:18 Mira-image: 30 seconds.

17:24 Tammy_Fay: I'm now in nearly a blind panic, if i can just get to the break I can come back in round 2, I tell myself, but with my guard high, you pound a sharp straight into my gut, landing just below the belly button, my body now arching forward. I cry out from the womb busting belly busting blow, and then you send in a massive right arching uppercut. My guard is loosened from the shot to my gut, an so that powerful uppercut just crashes into my chin, going through the middle of my gloves, and rocking my head back, my back crashes into the top rope, that bends, and as I come off the top rope, I desperately try to open my arms in an atempt to bind you in a clinch, my knees starting to buckle.

17:24 Tammy_Fay: 20 seconds

17:30 Mira-image: I am just picking you apart at this point, your sweat, spittle and even some blood send flying as i tear into your chin. The ropes shake, the ring rattles as you eat power punch after power punch at this point. Your hefty frame is slung into the ropes and you come staggering back towards me, with buckling knees. You reach out, desperate for the clinch, hoping it can save you, but i still got the major advantage of my longer reach, trying to stop you dead in your tracks with a quick left jab to the lips, before your arms can get anywhere close to wrapping me up, before my feet shift and i try to put you down and out with a hard right cross, aiming for the spot where your chin buds out from your jawline. I am trying my darnest to make a statement in the first round of this tough woman contest!

17:31 Mira-image: 10 seconds

17:38 Tammy_Fay: I'm trying to grab onto you, but you are quick to slip back a step, keeping me in your optimum range for straight punching. BAM! A left jab smashes into my lips, snapping my head back, a direct hit that splits my lower lip, blood and saliva now dribbling out of my mouth. My gloves drop to my sides, my knees buckle, then BAM......right cross just smashes into my chin.....again rocking my head back.....my knees now cave in, and then slowly pound into the canvass first, then I fall face forward into the canvass ......the crowd now cheering wildly at what appears to be a round one KO.....

17:55 Mira-image: Everything seems to be slowing down. The roaring, jumping and cheering crowd. Your staggering and swaying body. My deadly white gloves flying your way. Everything gets back up to speed, though, accompanied by the THUD! THUD! of my gloves wrecking whatever last resistence you had left. Your hefty body has finaly had enough, your knees buckle, and you come crashing to the canvas right at me feet, face down. I am shocked for a moment, before i tear my crimson-speckled white gloves up into the air. Towering over you, savoring the moment, before i am pushed back by the referee, who quickly kneels down next to you to start the count. I, meanwhile, march back to my corner and climb up onto the bottom ropes, confident i just blew your fucking lights though, but umaware just how close to the bell we are, while i can hear rhe referee from behind me! "ONE!....TWO!....THREE!....FOUR!"

18:00 Tammy_Fay: Things black out, as that right cross to my chin sent my brain bouncing around inside my skull. I begin to hear a count taking place, after having been knocked out, I hear FIVE SIX SEVEN.....the crowd is animated, not believing how the local town bully just got her lights punched out.....I can smell everything on the canvass, blood, sweat, tears, saliva from this fight and earlier fights. My head is pounding and soar, and I realise that some blood and spittle are dribbling out the corner of my mouth.....FUCK IT....I know I have to get back up and whoop this German bitch's ass.....I press my face up off the canvass, and can see you prancing around in your corner, your powerfully built body, gloves now raised over your head as the fans applaud.....the ring seems to be swirling around....and then I hear EIGHT NINE TEN!) "YOUR OUT!!!!!!....