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14:43 Tammy_Fay: I have created the private room #Islaa_vs_Tammy_Fay.

14:43 Tammy_Fay: I have invited @Islaa to join #Islaa_vs_Tammy_Fay.

14:49 Tammy_Fay: I'm at the gym, working out, pounding away on the heavy bag, letting go of my frustrations each time I hit the bag. The chain conecting the bag to the ceiling rattling each time I land a jab, jab, right hook, left hook, left uppercut......"FUCK YEH!" I hiss. Then walks in Islaa, a nasty little bitch who I fought before, with not a good outcome https://venus.chatfighters.com/story/73841. She's got a fucking big mouth and I've vowed to go back in the ring with her, if for no other reason than to stuff my glove down her throat and close that mouth. I stop my work out and step in front of her. So how's the little mouse today?

14:50 Tammy_Fay: I have invited @Islaa to join #Islaa_vs_Tammy_Fay.

14:52 Islaa: “You should’ve at least put a picture of my face on the punching bag.. otherwise, if you place yourself there, you’ll know how much you’ll be beating yourself up after another loss…” I chuckle a little as I slip through the ropes in baby blues, black leggings and sports bra then lean against the ropes to watch you hit the heavy bag some more

14:54 Tammy_Fay: I give you a smirk, as you slip through the ropes, "did I say mouse? I meant to say BIG MOUTH". "Your luck is running out sugar, because I'll fuckin rearrange your face next time we box. What are you doing in the ring? Going to shadow box or is your trainer coming?"

14:57 Islaa: "I couldn't get away from the fact that I laid you out in the first round last time...so I'm looking to work you over for a longer session.. right here, right now." Both gloves smack against each to give audible WAPs that echoed throughout the ring. I bounced from toe to toe, throwing jabs and small uppercuts to warm up my arms as a way of intimidating you, even giving a quick wink

15:00 Tammy_Fay: I look you over and give you a contemptious look. Wearing some black shorts and a black halter top, black boxing gloves, 8 oz, I pop in a mouth guard, white with some fangs, and pound my gloves togehter. At 5 ft 3 in, I've trimmed down to 160 lbs, a loss of 10 lbs since our last fight. I slap my gloves together...."Hey, it's your funeral babe!" I give you a little smirk, and then slide through the ropes.

15:06 Islaa: I pop in the baby blue mouthguard to match the gloves, biting down lightly on it the moment you slipped through the ropes with a smile on my face. I see the weight loss meaning it should be easier for you to move around some.. but I needed some brawling practice before my big fight so you should be able to cater to my practice.. DING DING! The bell rang as I took a few steps forward to center ring but keeping my distance for a moment to snap out a few left jabs for your gloves.

15:10 Tammy_Fay: The bell rings, and I smile inwardly, telling myself that this is my opportunity fo some payback for waht you did to me in our last fight. I form an orthodox stance, left glove and foot leading, and tuck in my elbows and begin to bounce on my feet, and bob erratically from side to side as I meet you in the centre. You pop off some jabs that are easily stopped by my gloves, and then I charge forward at you, like a fucking freight train, and try to blast a hole through your guard with some brute force....punching out a left/right/left straights towrds the centre of your face......."EAT IT"

15:16 Islaa: The brute force comes in strong as I form a strong guard that gets blown away by your gloves. The first two punches smack thrown my guard catching my face with the final left landing flush against the upper lip.. nmmf mmf mmmHH.. I stumbled back a few steps with a raised guard as I came close to you, feinting a left jab for your right eye then weaving off to your right side for a left hook to the liver and left hook upstairs for your jaw… isssh uuush!

15:24 Tammy_Fay: My left gives you a good smack in the kisser, and I fell like I'm going to control the match. It makes you stumble back, and I keep coming forward, but you feint a jab at my right eye, so my left glove comes up to block as you weave off to my right side, a rapid movement.....and with my right raised high to protect against the jab to my eye, you slip a left hook into my liver, it hurts like a fucking bitch, but even with my weight loss, I'm still pretty padded arround my midsection, so I grunt and suck up the pain, but as you are off to my right and I start to piivot, your left hook comes up and smacks me in the jaw, slapping my face to the left. my face turning red from the leather slapping skin, again I suck it up, and ....I square off with you, and then glare at you "Better have more than that!" I come at you quickly, wanting to go toe to toe, trade punch for punch, swing out a right hook at your temple, hoping to go over your gloves, and then step closer, swing a left uppercut up

15:24 Tammy_Fay: towrds your chin.....

15:26 Tammy_Fay: I have invited @The_Governess to join #Islaa_vs_Tammy_Fay.

15:27 The_Governess: Team, Tammy Fay 😘

15:28 The_Governess: Bully, her, Tammy, don't let her take the centre of the ring x

15:28 The_Governess: Dig deep, Tammy Fay x

15:28 Tammy_Fay: I take a quick glance to see that it's Bailey who has come into the gym.....

15:34 The_Governess: Lights a cigarette, and smoulders with hatred, as I look at, Islaa.

16:01 Islaa: Two successful blows makes me feel like I'm back in the match I beat you in. I rub my nose with my glove real quickly when I change stance into the Philly Shell. Bobbing my head erratically, I see the motion of your right hook comes swinging in for the temple but I don't allow you to get such an easy hit in and play to my reach... shooting a low left jab to the blubbery belly. That left uppercut snakes up though to collide with a portion of my chin and glove, knocking my head up briefly.. mmmfhh..

16:35 The_Governess: I shiver as I see you unload, but smirk as your, petulant, arrogant, smug head is rocked back. GO, TAMMY FAY!

17:17 Tammy_Fay: You're just as fast and clever as I remeber, deceiving me with a feint to the eye, then nailing me with a hook to the body and to the face! As I start to punch back, your head in constant motion as you form an arrogant Philly shell fighting stance. My right hook gets intercepted by a left jab to the lower belly, disrupting my swing, my belly wide open, and then the uppercut collides partly with glove, partly with chin. Can't beleive you've reverted to the Philly shell.....such an arrogant stance. I keep up the attack, determined to trade blows with you, bring my right back in and swing out another hook for the jaw this time, and then try a fast straight left, twisting my arm into a corkscrew, trrying to nail tht solar plexus!

17:41 The_Governess: Snap her in two, Tammy 😘

17:46 Tammy_Fay: I'm trying to Bailey....but she won't stop fuckin movin all over the place!!!!

17:51 The_Governess: She's so good, bite down and do your best, Tammy x

18:27 Islaa: The power of the uppercut woke me up some and knew I needed to stick close. I dashed forwards to keep my body closer to you which made the right hook knock my head cleanly to the side with the straight to the solar plexus being more of an awkward blow not jamming into me but more of a short shot into it. Sweat started to form as my glove pressed against you and huffed for air from the blow to the solar plexus, wincing and wobbling a bit in pain. I try springing up with a short right uppercut for your chin then again sticking close to your gloves

18:29 The_Governess: She's battle hardened, Tammy.....You need to go all or nothing x

18:35 Tammy_Fay: My right hook hits your face, but you step in closer, so the hook does not have the same power, nor does the straight to the solar plexus.....then you move back to launch a short right uppercut to the chin, my gloves out to the side, it pops in, my head rocking back a bit, but it was short, not the power punch that a KO blow would have. Your staying in close to me, so I give you a chest bump, using my body weight to increase the distance, and then swing out with a left and right hook combo towrds your jaw lines.....

18:35 The_Governess: Bully, her, Tammy x

18:41 Islaa: I wasn’t expecting a chest bump in that moment after the uppercut which sent me back a step only to expose me to a hard left hook impacting against my glove while the right landed flush against my jawline to smack sweat off my head. I felt a bend at the knees as I hobbled forward to try and rebalance myself then started working backwards to the ropes until I found them pressed against my shoulders…

18:43 The_Governess: Smirking, as , Islaa, goes on the retreat. Finish her, Tammy 😘

18:47 Tammy_Fay: I hear Bailey screaming her guts up, excited at this turn of events, and I rush forward, intending to take advantage of Islaa on the ropes, I seem to have caught her on the jaw with a mean hook. "where ya going Islaa!" I'm ready to work you over now that you're pressed into the ropes, and try to toy with you.....feinting a jab at your nose, then swinging my left out again, but trying to hammer those lower floating ribs, and then change levels, swing a right hook up and out for that jaw again.

18:50 The_Governess: So, fucking excited, I jump on the ring apron, both of my hands clutching the top rope. I can barely conceal my glee. "FUCKING FINISH HER, TAMMY FAY" Almost delirious at seeing, her on the backfoot 😍😍😍😍

18:53 Islaa: The stance changed to hiding behind those baby blue gloves. I didn’t fall for the feint and only took the left to my jaw.. UNNNGH.. the floating ribs being jammed in.. nnnff nnff.. then the other jaw crashed into with the right throws my head over the ropes. GHNNNN… I begin sliding down the ropes until I’m in a crouched position, still trying to maintain myself through a blurred vision when peering between my gloves

18:58 Tammy_Fay: Some of my punches land hard, and Islaa is now crouched, hiding behind her gloves, not really making any offensive moves....and suddenly I see my opportunity, so I bend at the knees and try to drive a left uppercut between her gloves, hoping to open them out, and then I try a right uppercut towrds her chin, hopping to blast it right down the middle of her guard. I'm starting to sweat hard as I make these brutal swings....

19:01 Islaa: I see the black glove coming into view but there isn’t much I can do at the moment. BAMM! The uppercut slams and drives my gloves upwards as I straighten up along the ropes then the following right uppercut drove into my chin, craning back my neck over the top rope to bend deeper into. UGGGHggh… bouncing forward, I tried to tie down your left arm and reached around your waist since I was on unsteady legs..

19:04 The_Governess: Go for it, Tammy, she's done x

19:05 Tammy_Fay: You come off the ropes, as my glove pounds into your chin, bouncing into me, and suddenly my left is wrapped and blocked as you clinch into me, sweat covering my body as you you press into me. Clearly your in trouble and having some difficulty, off your game, so I give you a short box towrds your left ear, and then push my right glove into chest, trying to make some dayliht between us, trying to push you back into the ropes.

19:06 The_Governess: Already doing a victory dance, ecstatic x

19:07 Islaa: I was along the ropes again… pushed back and things certainly were looking troublesome… I started to shuffle a bit off to the side, looking for an escape route as I kept my gloves close to me but then… waved them in your direction as I held a close guard..

19:09 The_Governess: Break, her, Tammy Fay, make her pay x

19:11 Tammy_Fay: You're now holding a close guard, as I try to bully you, keeping my larger body in front of you. I don't see any openings as you guard up tight, so I try to send an over hand left bomb towrds your temple, hoping to go over your gloves, and then right uppercut, hoping to go under your elbows and strike at those lower floating ribs again. "Going down sugar!" I hiss.......i keep bobbing side to side....

19:14 Islaa: I put most of my energy into my legs when I pushed against the floor to drive myself deep into those elastic ropes, letting the overhand bomb fly down into the open air then came up with a right uppercut colliding into the corner of your chin then pushing at your chest with my whole body to throw off the uppercut that comes striking into my body… gunfff…

19:18 Tammy_Fay: My overhand left goes only into empty air space, as you move to avoid it, and then with my left guard out of place, you drive a right uppercut into my chin, beating me to the punch, it snaps my head back, and spit flys out of my mouth, biting down on the mouth guard to keep it inside. Your blow weakens my uppercut to your body, and drives me back, feeling a little woozy. I get my guard up into a high guard, not wanting another strong hit to my face.....

20:31 Islaa: A solid connection between your chin and my gloved fist was all I needed to get back into this match. I was slow to come off the ropes but I could use the elastic nature of it to propel me forwards when you were reeling back. Swinging my left glove for the body, going for those floating ribs then bending low with a pained wince on my face from the pain you gave me earlier to shoot a straight for that solar plexus so you could have a feeling of being winded.

20:39 Tammy_Fay: That uppercut took me by surprise, your gloved fist actually coming up under my left arm and conncting with my chin. Well, shit happens in boxing and I can take a lot more punsiment than this. You come off the ropes, using the bend in the ropes to propel yourself forward. And you seem intent on body work as you move into me. Clearly you see my raised guard, and uggggg.....a left hook to the ribs....the smacking nose reverberates around the gym and then a straight shoots in at my solar plexus, but it hits my tucked in elbows first and then slides into my plexus....the shot not being as hard as it would be other wise. I inhale, amazed at how hard you are coming back from the ropes, and now try to counter punch with a simple 1-2....jab/right straight rowrds your mouth.

20:51 Islaa: You weren't down for the count at all but that's to be expected... I continue to press forward. A jab comes towards me so I slip my head off to the side, the second I parry with my glove.. MMMFP.. A straight lands along the upper lip and a portion of my nose to draw first blood with a few dribbles leaking onto the canvas. I growl in annoyance and throw a quick jab-straight combination for your head, ready to feed you these blue gloves with the energy I have left in the tank

20:57 Tammy_Fay: I land one of my straights, and it draws a few drops of crimson, some dropping onto the canvass. I'm now intent on standing toe to toe, and you respond very fast, sending your own left/right at my face, I doon't have your reflexes, so the left pushes my guard out of place and the second hits me square in the mouth, i have to bite down on my mouth guard and can taste a little blood in my mouth....I turn my my head to spit, and then come at you.....feinting a left jab at your right eye, and then turn it towrds a left hook at your jaw, droppin my right, I then try for a killer uppercut at your chin.....

21:06 Islaa: I fall for the feint towards my right eye, lifting up my right glove which prevented me from seeing that wicked hook coming around the glove for my jawline... PFFTHH.. spittle flies across the ring then suddenly my head is thrusted upwards to look at the ceiling lights, realizing that I'm falling straight to my ass on the canvas with a large THUD

21:08 Tammy_Fay: I take a step towrds you, gloves up, and look down at you. "Poor Islaa....down on her ass!" The I step back...."Stay down Islaa...you might not like what's in store for you if you get up!" Then I start the count....ONE TWO...THREE....FOUR!

21:17 Islaa: All I hear is screaming towards me... telling me to stay down... I look to the canvas quite disoriented from taking both a hook and an uppercut at once. The count ended up reaching 7 before I knew it so I pawed at the canvas with my gloves, climbed up onto unsteady feet then held up my gloves. "I'm... not out yet..."

21:21 Tammy_Fay: I give you a smirk...."yeh, but you nothing but a walking knockout!". I get my gloves up and start bouncing and bobbing...want to creat confusion. then I come at you full force, sending a left and right straight at your forehead to create confusion, wanting to get your guard high, and then sropping my left, I try to send a ripping shovel hook towards your liver, twisting my core to increase the power, wanting to send my glove pounding through that liver if I can land it.

21:26 Islaa: I couldn't take anymore blows to the head so the moment I saw those left and right straights, I kept my gloves up. Each time, getting bopped by your gloves thrashing back my head. Nothing came afterwards.. GNNNHH!! A devilish shovel hook jammed into my liver forcing me to bend heavily on one knee, barely able to breathe as I bit down on my mouthpiece.

21:30 Tammy_Fay: This is now my gig opportunity, with you bending forward, your knees shaking, and wobbling, I know from experience the pain you are feeling, it is a clawing pain from the inside to the outside. I almost feel sorry for you, but I don't, not really. Really, I want to hurt you even worse for humiliating me a few months ago in the boxing ring, making me look like a clown with boxing gloves. My right glove drops, and then I swing a right uppercut forward, aiming for the centre of your face, twisting my hips to increase the power, a fucking power uppercut that's going to hurt if it lands....

21:40 Islaa: I had my gloves up and they were in position to take any blows that came my way for the jawline... but who would've thought that my face would be open. The way your glove dropped, twisted at the hips and thrusted the glove upwards, it jammed into the center of my face to crush it. NNNfff.. At this point, I didn't even know what was happening. My gloves began dropping down to chest level, body leaning forwards and bending at the knees.

21:45 Tammy_Fay: I know I've got you now, as your gloves begin to drop to chest level, and your knees begin to bend and body leans forward. Its now time to put you away, so I give it everything I've got, jab, jab, jab...left/hook/right hook towrds the jaw line......then jab jab jab I'm estatic as I throw out punch after punch, trying to send you to the canvass........

21:51 Islaa: mmph.. mmph.. mmf.. three jabs pop my head back like a bobblehead, sending me back two steps with each blow. A left hook clobbers my jawline, knocking the mouthpiece from me teeth then the right hook blasting it from my lips across the canvas. I buckled again with noodle legs but was caught by the triple jab combination that stained your black gloves.. mmf mfff.. nmmf...

21:55 Tammy_Fay: She is one tough cookie.....standing on her feet.....and now that mouth gurd is gone....so I just can't finish you off with an uppercut to the chin....just too cruel without the fuckin mouth guard, but I can still have some fun with your body! I step in front of you, dropping my gloves.....putting my face in front of you....then reaching out to steady you.......here Isla Babe...I'm right here...."want to box me....take a shot sugar!" "A free shot!"

21:59 Islaa: A breath escaped me from my bloodied face. I could barely make out the figure that was in front of me with everything spinning but being steadied along the ropes and you asking me to box you, I sent out a hard right hook across your jawline... that pretty much was a simple tap against your jaw that didn't do much to you...

22:03 Tammy_Fay: You do as I oblige and send out a right hook into my jaw, it stings and twists my face. not all that hard, as you're pretty much finished. That's all the Texas Cowgirl Brawler needs to fight back. My gloves are low, so give you a shove into the ropes, hoping they might hold you up a little longer, so I can I send a left/right uppercut combo just under your belly button, the softer under belly, then a left right straight combo towards the solar plexus, and then continue my swings with a left/right straight towrds your chest....."Stay up Islaa....stay up!"

22:37 Islaa: Being shoved back into the ropes, I pawed at the top ropes until I could rest against them with my elbows since it was hard to stay on my feet... this was a bad idea... OOMPH... UNNNG.. I could feel the glove dig underneath my belly button... then the left-right straights that come into my solar plexus completely takes the air out of me.. C-CUGGHH.. GNNNH!! Then the left and rights force moans out from me when they would flatten my breasts ...

22:48 Tammy_Fay: I now keep going....gotta work the fucking body....and she does have a cute sexy one...but no matter....left hook, right hook heading for the ribs...working you over like a side of beef.....left/right uppercut to the waist band.....and repeat...uppercut to the belly button.....uppercut to the belly button.....the sounds reverberationg around the whoe fuckin gym!

22:57 Islaa: The jolts to the body could be physically felt with each hook that worked me. My ribs having bruise more over the side like a slender piece of meet. The jiggle of my slim belly from the alternating uppercuts at the waistband forced me to lift one knee up unconsciously as if that would soften the blows.. UUNFFFM.. OOOMPH… then then uppercut to the belly button.. UUUUNNNHH…. I fold over the glove with a very shaky breath, barely able to hold onto the ropes and just pant for air…

23:04 Tammy_Fay: "OH no....no holding onto the ropes Islaa!"....so I drive a left uppercut under your arm holding the ropes, trying to give you bash under the armpit, and force you to let go of the rope..."You'll thank me for this tomorrow.....and then send a massive left uppercut towrds your liver, trying dig my glove deep under the ribs to really mash that squishy organ and send you down.....

23:31 Islaa: An uppercut to my armpit was annoying.. it blasted my arm off the ropes so that I was standing in front of you.. then you said I would be thanking you.. there’s nothing to be thankful about in this match.. G-GG..UUUNNN…NNHH.. I fell straight down onto my knees then cradled up into the fetal position.. it was like I was hit by a giant wrecking ball the way you mashed my organ.. I felt like I was crumpling up into a piece of paper that was thrown onto the road as I tried to breathe

23:37 Tammy_Fay: I stand over you, with my gloves up.....and look down at you with a cruel smirk on my face....but ok.....I begin to back away to my neutral corner....and begin a slow count......ONE.....TWO......THREE...."and if ya get up, put that mouth guard back in!"........"ya hear me Islaa?" or just say "I submit, please don't hit me any more Ms Tammy Fay!" I give a little laugh and keep counting......FOUR FIVE....

23:40 Islaa: Thankfully it was a slow count.. but to get up from such a deathly blow to the liver? I'm not sure whether I could really get up or not.. it was humiliating to also be slowly counted out while you yelled through gummed lips. I would never submit to you.. especially by saying it in that manner... six then seven went by and I was still cradling my injured liver with my glove...

23:47 Tammy_Fay: I keep the count going......now realizing that getting uo is probably not physically possible....holy shit....amd I going to have to take this bitch to the hospital? eight......nine.......and its a wrap! "Hey sugar....I told you I was going to beat you....this is the newer leaner Tammy Fay".....and I make a double bicep as I stand over you....."wanna kiss my muscle sugar? "......"no? ok...let's get ya on your feet...."