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Texas vs Florida

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The Referee (deleted member)

Sally Fay (deleted member)

Helen The Redhead Redmann

Sally_Fay: The Florida Boxing Club and the Texas Boxing Club have an annual competition, and for several years, things have never gone well for the Texas Club, in these limitless 3 minute rounds, that almost always result in the Texas team’s best boxer getting KO’d. This year, they have a secret weapon, Sally Fay of San Antonio, who will represent the state against the best female boxer from Florida, Helen Redmann. The completion always alternates between states, and this year it will be held in the Mickey Mouse state of Florida, near Orlando of course. As the boxer from Texas, I’ll be wearing some short light green trunks, a red sports bra and some white boxing shoes, along with a pair of Everlast white 8 oz gloves and a white mouth guard.

The_Referee: I watch as the first boxer, Sally Fay, from Texas approaches the ring and slides between the ropes. I give her a moment, and then move over to check this welterweight's mouth guard and then her gloves. All ok, "so move over to your red corner and weight for your opponent".

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I heard about you, the so-called secret weapon. Well the last 3 secret weapons from the last 3 years have all ended up flat on their back, and I don't plan on being 3 and ONE in these. I knocked out your Texas also-rans then, and I'll do it again to YOU. Your 5 foot 6 inch, 149 pound fighter look doesn't even make me bat an eye. My 5 foot 9 inch 146 pound frame is more than ready. Donning all red sports bra, trunks, boots, with red trim, and 8-ounce Cleto Reyes boxing gloves and a red mouthpiece, I am ready, and slip through the ropes going to the red corner.

The_Referee: I check out Helen's mouth piece, gloves and call the opponents to the ring to go over the usually instructions, "protect yourselves at all times, break when I say break, and now you can touch gloves if you which....and then go to your corners and wait for the bell...."

Sally_Fay: I watch as Helen enters the ring, or rather struts into the ring. Clearly she has a bit of a reach advantage, maybe 2 inches or so, that I will have to deal with, but that's not going to matter. After the ref sends me back to the corner, I bounce lightly on the balls of my feet, and roll my shoulders up and down, and then punch the air a few times. The ref then signals for the bell, DING! DING!....and she moves to the side. I bounce out of my corner, forming an orthodox stance, left glove and foot leading, elbows tucked in, right glove held loosely back near my chin, bobbing from side to side as I move towards the ring cent re.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: As we get instructions from the ref, I don't take my eyes off you. We touch gloves and I go back to my corner, my trainer says, "stick to the fight plan, you hear me?" I nod as he places my mouth guard in. I bite down hard on it and roll my neck and shoulders. I smacl my gloves and get in my standard orthodox stance. I can't wait for the bell to.... "DING!"... and the ref moves after noting "BOX!" and drops her hand. I immediately come to take center and get aggressive. I am not here to play around. I don't bob, I don't weave. I drop lower my eyes at your chest level and I step right at you. I look to blow up your guard right away. I look to swat your left glove out and away from your head... "Paff!!!" and then immediately come with a big straight right looking to pound your chin ... "yuuuush!" and start with... an BANG!

Sally_Fay: I'm a little surprised at how aggressively you come out of your corner, straight at me. I don't care that you claim the very centre of the ring as your own space, I'll take it back from you soon. Your right glove comes out, batting my left glove out, and I immediately feel proud that my left blocked your right, until your right shoots out before my left comes back into guard, and I get a glimpse of your red glove coming in at my chin at what, 100 mph....I lean my head back, to mitigate the power, but your glove still pounds me in the chin, snapping my head even further back. I'm biting down on my mouth guard, and immediately counter punch with a left hook, trying to go over your right shoulder and target your temple, and then dropping my right glove, I weave low and try to pound an uppercut into your navel, trying to go under your elbows. I'm not going to let you intimidate me and I'm ready to go toe to toe....

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: My right does it's job and blows up whatever it is you were thinking of opening with. And On top of it, it connects. Not with the same power I wanted, but I smile from ear to ear as it pops that chin and ad drives you back. On your back foot as your head recoils, you of course try to counter with that left but it's right in front of me, my site lines clear. I see it coming and Lean on my back foot, moving back and right, and it misses... "swooosh!" flying by missing barely (a time when 3 inches is a lot.. don't tell the guys that - lol.. I crack myself up inside my head). You seem to be moving and weaving around and I skipstep back and right more, getting back to center ring and I see your right fly from down low. It comes for my body that is now a half foot away from you. You swing at air. I skipstep back in and as the right follows through, moving in left and ten popping a double left jab at your right chin and cheek "pfffft pfffft!" (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: wanting to start working on your 'eyesight' .... then moving back and out of the pocket looking for my next target.

Sally_Fay: My left hook misses the target, as you move back and to your right, and my glove just swings through the empty air space in front of you. My right also misses, as you back away from it, swooshing some empty air as well. You move back in then, snapping off a double jab, each one banging me in the cheek as it lands through my out of place right guard. My head snaps back with each punch, and I'm forced to move back to reset my guard, and then step off to my right, kicking my wounds, so to speak. I step back towards you, and then feint a right straight towards your lower floating ribs, then step in closer and try to curve a left hook around your guard, going high for your temple.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I can't help but smile as you look foolish with your first counters, swinging and missing as if you were a rookie league baseball player swinging at a 100 mph fastball in the big leagues. I feel your face connect with my jabs, smiling through gummed lips as the impact tremors and your head snapping back both give me a jolt of energy. The only thing that would have made it better would be if those lips let out the pain you experienced. I am going to break you down. I keep moving as you look to force the engagement, which saves me so much work. One thing I did was get you to engage and go offensive right away. We move and you come at me with the right feint... I adjust my gloves and body and shift, moving left and away from your power hand. Nothign comes. But that left comes and has to travel more with my shift left and away giving me time. I step under and at you as I come off my back foot and move forward. (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I immediately unload after the left flies overhead, a quick snap left and right hook coming right for your core... "psssh psssh!" driving them with my torso and pivot right then left.... I snap reload the right and pop it up looking to come between your elbows and pop that chin with a vicious quick right uppercut...."iiiishh!" Time for your boxing lesson.

Sally_Fay: The match is only been going on a minute, but it seems longer, as my left hook is evaded, you weave under it, and it just swishes through the air over your head, and then your gloves are just all over my wide open body. A left snaps out hitting my ribs and then a right hook plunges into my core, I gasp for breath and my mouth opens in a big O. I'm drawing back my guard now, and trying to step back, as a vicious right uppercut swings up, but my hasty retreat saves my chin, as it just swooshes in front of my face. I'm learning you have great reflexes, but I'm determined to go toe to toe, and so I suck up the pain, and try to step forward again, bouncing on my feet, as I try to slip a left and right straight combo through your guard, hoping to punch your mouth or nose, or whatever....y

Sally_Fay: sweat now developing on my body....

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I read the online sports news. I read how Texas' latest entry was their 'secret weapon', just like the years prior, but you quickly realize words are not equating to action. My only goal is to knock out whomever is in front of me, or get knocked out trying. And if you want to go toe-to-toe, I am not going to cower. I love fighting in the pocket. When my body shots sink in nicely, the melodic sound of leather to flesh and grunts from your lips is only topped by the look on your face when the letter after 'M' forms. My uppercut misses but you leaning on your back as you retreat. My gloves reset and yours as well, you remain in that pocket and come back with a standard left and right at my gloves trying to pop through them. I feel the strength you have but the left glove just gets stuffed by my guard, PAFF .. the sexy sound of leather to leather is as exciting as can be to me. your right comes and I slip it right and come underneath with a quick nasty right shovel hook counter (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: looking to pound that amazing body.. "psssh!" ... then just as quick, reload it and bring it up looking to split your elbows and pound that chin I missed the last time... "iiisshh!"

Sally_Fay: My right just pounds into your glove, leather on leather, and then my left just hits the empty air space as you slip to your right, again making me look like I'm shadow boxing. As I strike and miss the target of your face, you counter fast with a right shovel hook into my rib cage, a punch that I was left wide open for! I grunt out from the impact, which really smarts, and my face contorts with pain. I'm expecting something to come from your left, but instead your right is reloaded and comes crashing up at my chin between my elbows. My forearms slow the power of the punch down considerably, so when it pops my chin, I bite down on my mouth piece and its a punch I can handle. I'm going to try to make you pay for using that right glove again, and send back a quick left hook, trying to go over that right shoulder and pop you in the jaw, as I try to pull back two steps and reset my guard.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Mmmmm, that sound of my glove pounding away at your rib cage, gives me a jolt of adrenaline, but overflows with it when I see your chin eat the uppercut, shedding sweat, not a clean one but still effective inside. You soak the blows better than I expected, a testament to your resilience, but I know you can't eat those shots all day. And on cue, you quickly counter, and I don't shift fast enough catching much of it on the right side of my face, "Ngggg!" .. sweat shatters the air .. it smacks my cheek putting a stamp on the fact you are here to fight, not admire. Well neither am I. You connect and look to step OUT of the toe-to-toe encounter. I am not having any of that. I pursue and pressure you, my head given clearance from the pop job I just received to my cheek. I drop my left shoulder a bit pivoting on my front foot as if going body and feign the left, but quickly pivot back and drive a straight right coming for your chin and jawline... "yuuush!"... (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: then quickly follow with a driving 1-2 left jab-straight right looking to pound that pretty face and drive you back. "Pffft... Pffft!"

Sally_Fay: I can feel the impact of my glove all the way up my arm, as it connects with the side of your face, and feel oddly relieved as I land my best shot of this round. You eat the punch well, showing you ain't got a glass jaw, but I did not really expect that you would. You won't disengage, though, even after take a hard knock on the cheek.You drop your left shoulder, so I twist to my left and down a bit, expecting a body shot, that I intend to take on my right shoulder and forearm, but instead a straight right shots out, catching me on the right side of my face, twisting my face further counter clockwise. It's a hard punch to the jaw, and I let out a moan from the impact, spraying spit in all directions. It's a warning for me to get those damned gloves up igher and upstairs, so that Pffft....Pffft left/right combo of straights just punch my own gloves into my face....a bit disorienting, but not as disorienting as actual direct contact would have been. I want to get back into the fight, mtc

Sally_Fay: so after stubling back one step, I step into towards you, this time moving my right foot forward into southpaw stance, and trying to tag your temple with a right overhand punch that I want to desperately land over your guard, and then while looking straight at your eyes, I drop my left and try to swing a brutal shovel hook towrds your liver, hoping to sweep it under your elbow, and really bang it in under your ribs......

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Oh god what a feeling seeing my glove crash home and hit your jawline. the almost orgasmic groan you let out is so intoxicating, but I am shocked you get your gloves up and soak the left right combo into your gloves. I smile wanting to say "why are you hitting yourself?" but I try to stay focused as it's looking like you are certainly more capable and showing you can take a punch. Then.... you shift and go southpaw. I immediately adjust and move left then left again skipstepping to stay outside your power triangle and outside the pocket making your left have to do more work to make contact. Your right comes over my left as I adjust, and my head bobs slightly.. .. it doesn't catch my temple as My head was moving, but smacks my right cheek under my eye...."gnnnn!". My head swats right and stumbles right and I slightly bend at the waist from momentum. Your shovel left comes hard and fast and pounds my right elbow and pounds it into my body.... liver saved but (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: The impact still causes a exiting grunt... "Nnnuh!" I move left and left again getting on my toes having to change my fight approach with you going southpaw. I snap a double left jab at your right side of your face... "pfffft, pffft!"... and eye to either pop it or get your gloves up, then feign the left jab again and sweep a right hook coming for your belly center mass.. "issssh"

Sally_Fay: You sense the danger coming as I change to a southpaw stance, and adjust accordingly, moving to your left, and my overhand right that I wanted to punch into your temple only connects with your cheek below your eye....I’ll take what I can get, not that I’ve got any choice in the matter. My go at your liver is thwarted as my left bangs into your elbow, so I guess I won’t be putting you down on the canvass with a body shot....yet. Dam it! You keep moving left, and I keep pulling my right back up to protect my face, each jab hitting my right glove. I’m not comfortable in this stance, I only shifted into it to extend my range when I threw out the right overhand at your temple, so now I switch stance back to an orthodox, keeping my right up, but damn it! UUGGGG..a right hook sweeps in, nailing me right in the centre of my body, bending me forward, gasping for some breath, and I try back peddle a few feet.....turtling up to catch my breath.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: My adjustments do their job sniffing out your discomfort with your trick to switch your lead. Not sure why you did but now know it was not your natural stance when my body shot crumbles your core. Mmmmm the sound exiting your lips is so exciting, I can't contain the adrenaline push and I come right at you. Folding at me and back peddling, I immediately sweep a left and right shovel hook at your jawline looking to take advantage of your compromised state "Pffft pffft" and play some ping pong with your jaw.... then immediately come at your turtling self and skip step right trying to sweep the right hook low and around your left side wanting to carve out another chunk of it.... "uuuussh!"

Sally_Fay: The right hook to the belly took me unawares as I was changing stance back to orthodox, winding me, and so I turtle up as I expect an onslaught of punches to come my way. And it comes at me hot and heavy. I know there is not much time left before the bell, but even 30 seconds is time enough for a knock out, so I try to play it safe as my breathing comes back to me. Shovel hooks come in at my jawline, and the left knocks away my guard out of place so that the right nails me! My head snaps back, spit sprays out and I bite down hard on my mouth guard to keep it from flipping out. I get my guard back up, in a kind of peek-a-boo mode, but then a right hook sweeps around my left arm and nails me in the side, near the back. Nasty.....my face contorts, so I sweep around to my right and fire a quick right straight back at your face/guard to keep you back, letting you know I can still strike hard.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: An action packed first round is not a disappointment and I am happy with my aggressiveness. It's created opportunities that have you doing unorthodox things in an attempt to adjust. I feel my right connect flush to your jaw and see a spritz of sweat fly off your head and your distorted face rising. When my bod shot connects, the facial wince is evident and immediately brings you out of your turtled defensive state. But you move with that change as well and bring a right I didn't expect... "guuuh!" my head goes straight back popping me right on my chin... I step back and reset. I smile and nod, acknowledging you got me. I step back in the pocket and press again, this time slipping left and then dropping my left as if coming for that liver in retaliation but instead quickly pivot and try to pop two straight right jabs at your chin and nose. "pffft pffft" wanting to pop your head back and THEN bring the left hook coming for your liver pivoting hard with my body and torso.. "iiiish"

Sally_Fay: I’m delighted that my right takes you by surprise and pops you in the cheek, and that little smile from you says it all. I know you’re going to do your best to secure a round 1 knock out, fuck yeh, everybody wants one of those! I also know if I survive the onslaught I’ve got a good chance of winning this, probably. I know you will come at me with everything you got, so I brace myself. You slip off to my right, lowering that left, so I step off to my left, to increase the distance your left has to travel, but I run into two straight rights that shoot out rapid fire, the first just splits my guard apart, and the second splatters over my nose, causing a dribble of blood to start, that goes down onto my lips and then my chin. The left hook comes out fast, but I’ve twisted now to my left, and the hook lands on my right elbow and then glances off my ribs, and indirect hit, that does little damage. Again, I try to shoot a right straight back at your forehead, and as my glove comes back,

Sally_Fay: I try another right straight, hoping to pop ya in your left eye. Anything to slow ya down, as I try to play out the clock

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: The feint works and the charge up my arm is oh so exciting to feel especially seeing your face flatten from the second. But sometimes luck is better than skill as we've both benefited from natural momentum to avoid a big shot. and this time it causes a problem for me as your right comes fast not once but twice.... "guhhhh! Guhhh!" Your right pops my face and cheek and then my left eye, sweat a rainbow of colors in the air.... the eye instantly tightening... Dammit! Not how I wanted to end the round when sounds ending round one. I shake my head a bit as I push you away. "You're lucky the bell rang." I spew with a bit of venom as I am wound up from the round.

Sally_Fay: I give you a big smirk in response to your bravado. "Sister, the luck is with you, because I've got your number, and I'll dial it up in round 2!" Then I turn and move back towards my corner. I actually feel really energized the way round 2 ended, because the first 2.5 minutes of the round was a very, very rough time for me. I take some water after popping out the gum shield, and then get toweled down some, coach giving me a ton of advice, every thing from A to Z. I ignore this, too much to take in. Then as the 10 second warning buzzer takes place, I get up, mouth guard popped back in, gloves slapped to together, and get ready to move out.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I hear your response as I am getting worked on by my corner, they bark back at you for me as they remind you of those 2.5 minutes of the round. I smile and don't say a word knowing my corner has my back. They remind me what I need to do and I shake my head yes as I hear the ref bark for seconds out... and with that, my mouthguard is placed back in....I smack my gloves.... "DING!"... and the ref moves after noting "BOX!" and drops her hand. Round 2

Sally_Fay: And now its on again. The break did me a lot of good, in spite of being so very short. I form an orthodox stance and now bounce out of my corner, feeling confident that I can turn the fight around now. I know your moves, and you only know my most lame moves. I come straight at you this time, no circling, just pure aggressive rage. I want a piece of you, and I want it now. I smirk as I see the small discoloration around your left eye. I did that! And there is so much more I'm going to do. I bob from side to side, then weave low, and try to send a quick right uppercut between your elbows and tag your solar plexus, then feint a right straight at your left eye, but instead try to curve a left hook around your guard and tag that temple, hoping to ring a bell or two...

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I come out fast as I did in round 1, and making sure that what happened at round 1's ending is the exception, not the norm. And you save me trouble by coming right at me. Your eyes show some serious determination. Your head and body movement much more pronounced and decisive, I get on my toes and make sure you see that more aggression from you doesn't change my approach. After use use a lot of head and body movement, You lunge at me with a right uppercut coming for my core. I look to swat it down parrying it with my left hand. I move left then right as you feign the right. I'm not buying it. And you then come with the left already assuming I'd be in a different place and defensive position from the feint. I blow up your early round 2 salvo's plan and when the left comes I step AT you and slip under the left hook. I plant and unload my own right uppercut coming for your solar plexus as your left flies over, looking to drive it in deep "Yuuuush!" (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: planning on busting you up this round.... I follow with a left and right hook coming for your jawline and play tennis with your head... "Pffft pffft!"

Sally_Fay: I’m now prepared for some serious combat, but my movements don’t fool you, and when I go for the uppercut, it gets swatted away by your left hand, then my feint with the right is something you just don’t buy into. You’re a moving target now, stepping left and then right and it’s all about motion. My left hook just swings into the empty air space over your head, as you weave low and step into me, my entire front now wide open, and so that right uppercut finds a home right dead centre on my solar plexus. I know by instinct to tighten my abs, that it will help some, but damn, your glove fist just explodes into me, and my mouth opens in a big O as the pain radiates through my midsection, momentarily stunning me. Your left hook curves out at my jaw, and somehow I stick out my right forearm to parry it, but then your right is reloaded and comes around my left, pounding into my jaw, spit flying everywhere as I bite down on my mouth guard.

Sally_Fay: Counter punching? Got to escape and reset as I’m nearly hyperventilating from the quick uppercut and hook that you landed.....back peddling and resetting....no argument who won that exchange...

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: And there it is.... in full retreat and having trouble breathing, "Oh did that hurt, sugar babe?" taunting you through gummed lips as I apply the pressure and stay in the box. You back pedal and I pursue. I immediately snap a double left jab at your chin to either pop your head back or get those gloves up... "Pffft pffft!" I then step inside into the pocket and bring a snap left and right coming for your belly center mass trying to take your ability to breathe from you... "issshh, uuuush" ... driving the gloves with added shoulder push and torso support.

Sally_Fay: I'm back peddling as fast as I can, but you keep pace with me, and jab jab.....I raise my guard to block each strike, always protect the head, then you snap out a left and right at my belly button, each glove pounding in hard. I've got my abs tightened though, and the impact is less than what you might have hoped for. I respond with a quick right and left hook combo, hoping to go over your lowered guard and snap those jaws closed so I won't have to listen to your mouth anymore. Sweat now flying off my body with each attempt to swing a hook, and trying to suck up and work through pain.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: You do exactly as I had hoped, your gloves go up, stuff the jabs, and your body is wide open. The body shots do THEIR job, or so I thought, but to my surprise, you soak the body shots well and that leaves me in a world of trouble.... "Gnnnnh! Hnnngg!" Your right and left combo play tennis with my head as my jaw gets jacked right then left. I spew a spittle trail across your chest as the sweat show appears from my head. I step back staggered a bit from the blows. I get my gloves up but my head isn't so clear this time as you hit me unprotected and I took the blows flush. Resetting at center ring, blinking to clear the vision.

Sally_Fay: DING! DONG! Ya never should have answered that door bell bitch cause a mean Texas Gal was ringing it. If this Floridian beach bimbo wants to trade punches at my abs for my head shots I'll do this all day long. You've taken centre stage and guarded up, so now I'm gonna bully you out of the centre towards those ropes or better yet maybe even a corner. "How's that feel sugar pie?' I hiss through my gum shield. Now I go on the attack, hoping to take you while the cob webs cover your brain and judgement. Nothin fancy, just some straight punches at your guard left/right/right/left towards your face to try to break apart your gloved defense and maybe land something, maybe drive you backwards.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: And like a rookie newbie in the ring, you celebrate and taunt as if you just won the lottery. You're taunt is almost as humorous too. I'll show you how it felt. As I had reset at center ring, getting my gloves up, you press and send a flurry at my gloves trying to break through. The first two POP POP smack my gloves loud, the sound of leather to leather is quite exhilarating. But as you continue to bring them.... I slip the right under it and as you bring the left I am already coming with my counter under your extended arms.... "yeah, it felt like this... " answering your taunt... I bring my own flurry with more meat.... I come quick underneath with left and right shovel hook looking to bury them into your belly... "iiishh uusshh!"... at your trunk line and then step back quick and bring a nasty quick left and right snap uppercut to your chin... "pffft pffft!"

Sally_Fay: My pounding on your gloves don't dislodge your guard, and you won't retreat either. And then when I bring my left back and continue my barrage, your right comes under my left, and suddenly start your counter barrage of a left and right shovel hooks at my gut.....ugggggg.....each blow lands with a sickening thud of leather clad fists pounding into a trunk line.....and I'm now forced back towards the ropes, retreating to reset. My quick exit spares my chin a pounding as your gloves swish in front of my face, but that leaves me to distant to counter punch, so instead I settle for resetting my guard, and then noticing the danger of the ropes, I try to step off to my right, wanting to circle back towards a safer position in the ring. Breathing hard now from the whopping belly pounding I just took.....

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Oh how I love breaking someone down brick by brick. The sound as I pound away at your body is symphonic bliss. The mix of your grunt, the leather to flesh, and the breath that exist your lips all create a cacophony of boxing joy. I also get the pleasure of seeing you close to those ropes and my goal is to trap you there, cut off the ring. But, I miss with the big uppercut combo as you leaned back on wobbly legs it seems and sometimes it's better to be lucky than good as they sail by harmlessly. You fumble back and reset. I pursue and quickly gallop step left and come hard at you. I drop my left shoulder as if coming body wanting you to stay put and not get away and do just that, no feint... "Uussssh!" bringing a sweeping left hook at your right obliques and liver area. Then reload the left fast and bring it again... "iIissssh!" coming for your jaw. I want to drive you back to your left, my right and trap you on those ropes.

Sally_Fay: I'm not getting any reprieve at all, as I retreat, you stay with me, and move to your left to cut off my rightward movement. This is now an all consuming match as we move about and burn energy. I'm not in the mood to stand toe to toe, as I wait for my belly to stop throbbing, so I bob left, I bob right, trying to make myself a harder target, biding my time for you to strike. Your left shoulder twitches, and then a sweeping left hook comes out, heading for my obliques and my liver area. I tell myself its not going to happen and twist my core to my left, and weave down a little, taking the punch on my upper forearm, and I then try to come back up, bringing my left and right up, expecting something to come from your right, but your left then comes up and over my right shoulder, plowing into my cheek, twisting my face left, spit spraying as I bite down on my mouth guard, right side of my face turning red from the impact, my body stumbling towards the left. My eyes a little watery, mtc

Sally_Fay: I try to turn 360 and come back at your head with a right haymaker as I get pushed further to the left and nearer to the ropes.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: You wanted toe-to-toe action, now it's clear you don't. You actually seem to be running from me. You bob and weave away trying to get space. When my left to your body came, it wasn't as much as a body shot. I mean if it connected, great. But it's purpose was to keep you in this area, near those ropes and work you into them. Then I see you try to anticipate and you guess.... wrong! My left just explodes into your right cheek and jawline and you do your best boxing ballerina pirouette spinning toward the ropes. But as you come around you try to pull some strange rookie-style move. That right is telegraphed a mile away as you come around. It flies at... and over my head as I slip under and AT you. When it soars by , I step into your pocket and unload a brutal straight right at your face and chin "Iiisssh!", looking to drive you to those ropes. (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Then I look to give you a taste of the speedbag flurry you tried to give me .... Left/Right/Left/Right ... Pffft pffft pffft pffft.. shooting fast straights at your nose and chin!

Sally_Fay: I did the turn at you so fast I almost feel dizzy from it, but unfortunately you see it coming and weave under it. It was a kind of brawling style of punching, and it proved ineffective, and unfortunately for me, you go under and step in at me, my guard open, and then I eat a power right straight into my chin. It rocks my head back, and my mouth guard nearly snaps out! I bite down hard to keep it, and then you keep the pressure up, as the left pounds into my nose and nearly flattens it, and causes my nose bleed to resume all over again, droplets coming out and down onto my lips and chin. Again my head snaps back, and my eyes water up from the smarting, but I get my gloves back into place as you bang away at me, the sound of leather on leather unmistakable. I keep moving back too, but suddenly my back presses into the ropes! I know this uncomfortable feeling very well, and try to box you back.....a quick right hook at your jaw, and hoping to make you keep your guard high, I drop mtc

Sally_Fay: and try to send a left uppercut towards your liver.....and now hoping the bell will sound soon as I try to survive this round.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: You continue to eat leather at a blistering pace, my gloves sinking into and bouncing off of head and body. When you hit that cornerpad , my eyes light up. The previous right to your chin leaves a nice looking bruise there as the Fay-Crimson river restarts its southerly flow from the left. You may have stopped the last two shots but where I want you, I have you. Limited room to move, cut off from the rest of the ring and I am free to move. You send that right hook and I don't need to block it. I simply slip under and lean on my back foot away and left. and you come for my liver again, with my purview complete, I see it coming. This is the second time I am going to do it. That left comes and I look to chop it down again. and this time with malice. You have tried to go for my liver as an obsession. Well you shall starve once more. I bring down my left and stuff and stop your uppercut. It's a lot easier to do when your opponent is stuck in a corner (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: and have little to no ability to move and weave. And the power is not as great. But when I stuff the left with my left forearm and glove I immediately come over the top of it with a huge overhand right coming for your temple, and follow with a snap left uppercut from the place i stuffed your left from...."Ussssh!".... "yusssshh!" Time to bust you up in the corner.

Sally_Fay: My right just sails over your head, and then you come in closer, and then stuff my uppercut with your forearm, swiping it away quickly, I try to step back to avoid a counter, but oh.....the padded turnbuckle just presses into my back, and then with my left glove pushed out to the side, you're right sweeps up and over, and ant's oh fuck.....I have no way to block this and no way to move left or right and the big right overhand smashes into my temple.....and then its a big left uppercut heading at my liver....I'm stunned a bit from the temple shot, so don't react in time to lower my right, and the shot hits my liver.....for a moment I think that I'm gonna be ok, a couple of seconds pass, and then pain radiates out everywhere, crippling pain. I guess the liver just has to bounce around a bit before you feel the impact....my knees begin to buckle, so I lock them together and press my back into the turnbuckle for support, the ref looks on, but does not stop the fight because I raise my left glove and keep my right lower to protect my liver, clearly indicating i can defend.....

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: You are in serious trouble as my gloves simply crash into temple and liver. I see your eyes and your facial stare, and in that couple seconds that you are stunned with your right lower I come upstairs and step into staying close trying to drive my shoulder into you and bully you in the corner just enough to swat a nasty inside left hook "iiiishhh!" over that lowered right coming for your jawline, then twist my torso and drive a hard and heavy right uppercut coming for your solar plexus.... "Yuuuush!". Gonna punish you in this corner and no ref is going to save you.

Sally_Fay: Something is going through my mind....but I could not tell you what it is, I'm just trying to survive. I know I don't want the ref to stop this fight, that's for sure, if she does, I lose. BAM! your shoulder takes me by surprise, you just ram it right between my tits, and my back pounds into the padded turnbuckle. A right hook crashes into my jaw, twisting my face to my right, distorting my facial appearance as the gloves fist smooshes across my face....and then lunge forward in time to snuff out that wicked right uppercut, stopping its power by decreasing the distance, and then desperately try to wrap my arms around your body, trying to clinch.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: My mind is on overload as I hear the warning THWACK THWACK. The left hook connects flush, the spittle and sweat shower on full display. Your face looks like fresh unmolded clay when I hit it on the button. Your almost orgasmic sound leaving your lips is exhilarating. But you have great ring instincts and stuff my incoming breath destroyer with your body and I never get the 'torque' or power unloaded that I want. You wrap me up an I can't help but laugh. "Mmmmm, I love to dance, Hun. And had this been any other time, your grip around my waist is fleeting because.... "DING!" The bell ending the round sounds. I take a deep breath and smile as I step back, not having to expend any thing that would suck energy from me. "C Ya next round cupcake." feeling quite good about my performance so far.

Sally_Fay: The bell sounds and I feel great relief, and hold you for a few seconds longer, until the ref forces us apart. Maybe I was afraid of getting hit again, maybe it was because I was afraid I'd collapse. Who knows? Who the fuck cares? I move to my corner, now feeling I got whooped in the round, but knowing I can make a come back in round 3, all it takes is one punch to even the score. I take quite a bit of water, and then get the blood washed off my face. My cheek is clearly bruised under my eye. I get towled down, and get told off by the Texas coach. I don't care, I don't want advice. I'm gonna fight! The coach changes his tune, tells me I can do it. Good.....mouth guard back in, now up on my feet.....DING!

Sally_Fay: I move out to the ring centre, now flat footed.....feeling beaten up...

Sally_Fay:

Sally_Fay: Looking a bit like this!

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I get back to my corner and my coach gives me a smile and then tells me to sit. We wipes my face and gloves off and my upper chest, along with my waist and leg areas. .... Your blood..... We talk strategy for round 3 and I am shaking my head taking all of it in. My trainer did his homework and we've done great. I take a drink of water and pour it on my head to cool off. The ref barks "seconds out!" and then my mouthguard gets placed in. The notes for Boxers Ready... "BELL!" .... "BOX!" round 3 is on.

Sally_Fay: As the bell rings, I stare across the ring at you intensely, and smile seeing that the shiner I gave you in round 1 is becoming visible. I now form and orthodox stance, but bouncing too much now hurts from the body pounding you’ve been giving me. Not bobbing from side to side much either, just small movements. I’m going to let you claim the ring centre, it’s useless space any way. I decide to take the fight to you, and come at you, sending a jab out slightly left to the right of your face, hoping to move you towards your left, as I’m gonna try a right hook towards your jaw, hoping to curve it around your guard.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: The bell ring fades for round 3 and I am flat footing it, not because i'm tired but because i know what I need to do. Stick to the fight plan. You leave your corner and you still look hurt. Not moving or trying to stay elusive, I'd get on my horse and skip step to you, but you look like you're doing me a favor. You come at me with very vanilla left jab right hook. The left is slow and I simply stuff it with my right glove.. PAFF is the sound that pops throughout the facility... staying stationary as I then move right.. You bring the right hook and it's picked up. I swivel under it and step in the pocket. your body again is just too easy. I shift my weight and bring the left hook coming for your lower belly at your trunkline looking to implode your belly... "Uuuusssh!". Then I snap a nasty right-left-right inside uppercut-hook- cross combination at your jawline and chin looking to put you in dazeland .. "Pffft pfff pffft!"

Sally_Fay: My jab gets swatted away, but it was never intended to hit you, just move you along to my right, which it does, but you then duck under my hook, and you step into the pocket, your glove explodes into my lower belly, which I've tightened as soon as my hook misses the target. I bend forward after the hit, and then your gloves explode with rapid fire strikes, the uppercut just grazes the top of my head, parting my red hair into two sections, because of my forward and downward movement caused by the left hook to my gut, but the next left hook crunches into my jaw, twisting my face to the left, and sending me stumbling to my left, into the right cross, that pounds into my right cheek snapping my head back, spittle drooling out of my mouth and dribbling between my cleavage as I wobble a bit, stunned, and step back several steps towards the ropes, but stop short to reset and now ready to stand my ground to keep from getting trapped.

Sally_Fay: (r3 2:30 left)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Your hook is the last thing I see before I unloaded the beginning of my gloved fury. You simply fold around the body shot and I almost smile when the uppercut misses, only to have the left and right completely implodes your jawline left then right. The unavoidable mixture of sweat, spit, and a bit of crimson fly in the air. You are a walking zombie staggering before doing the glove-induced two step. I am already on you when you reset. Testing your defense, I snap a double left at that tightened right eye... "pshhh pssshh!" I drive a heavy straight right at your chin .."Yuuuush!!!"...looking to drive you to the ropes or a corner wanting to set you up cutting off the ring from you.

Sally_Fay: I don’t buy too much time from my retreat as you move lockstep with me, driving me closer to the ropes. My reset is formed and you send out a couple of jabs, and a right straight at my face, that land on my gloves, even a walking zombie could handle those punches. They do force me back further towards the corner, and I send out my own straight punches back at your face, a double jab and a right straight, intending to stop you from bulling me further into the corner. I realise my back is only a couple of feet from the padded turnbuckle now, so I look left and then look right, trying to decide which way to dart, knowing I need to escape. Then I look left again, my red hair flying around my head with each look to the right or left.....

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: My jabs and that straight right, even though they were stuffed, do their job continuing you on your backward track toward the ropes. I almost laugh when you pop out the same back at me... but yours are less crisp in my view. the left jabs are slipped right with head and shoulder movement, and when you bring the right, I slip under it moving back left and am now in between your guard. I step into the pocket and pop a nasty right uppercut coming for that open chin... "pssssh!" then left and right uppercuts follow "Pfffft pffft!"... short, quick, and nasty looking to hammer your chin and send you those last few steps from the padding.

Sally_Fay: I'm ready to stand my ground, getting pushed into the corner would be a very very bad place to be. My jabs were intended to back you away, but I hit only air on the left side your face, as you slip the punches by quick head and shoulder movements to your right, and then even worse, my right power punch is slipped under, bringing you in between my guard. You send a nice right uppercut for my wide open chin. Earlier in the match I would have had the reflexes to have leaned back from it, but my reflexes are slowing down, and your gloved fist hammers my chin hard, snapping my head back, and spit flies out spraying everything in front of me. My vision clouds over a little, and as my head bobs back to centre, a left uppercut hammers my jaw, and now I stumble back into the corner turnbuckle, my back landing hard on the padding. Then another uppercut swishes in front of my face, narrowly missing me because of my backwards stumble....It feels like a fog has come over my brain, as I wobble mtc

Sally_Fay: a little. I know that I don't have room to send a hook out with ropes on my left and right sides, so I just try to straight punch my way out of the corner with a left and right straights towards your face.

Sally_Fay: (R3 1:50 left)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: "A tired man desperately needs his slumber, yet the weary one gets no sleep out of spite!" A stubborn person's tale. That first uppercut connected and I tingle. The feeling so satisfying seeing 'Ms. Texas' get teed up. Mmmmm....your head going back like it was just hit with a bowling ball from down under. My face and chest liberally painted with spittle splatter. When the next uppercut exploded under your chin, you make a one-way trip to the corner. Such a shame the trifecta wasn't a trifecta. The blank stare, the unstable footing, the escape routes - gone. And me standing in front. This isn't 'Let's Make a Deal'. There is one choice only, and I take... Door Number 1. I come at you and you send the straight left.... I come across my body and look to parry it down, wanting to pound it down hard with my left gloved hand. "Yuuuh!" The straight right comes next... I ...... look to do the exact same thing with my right hand, looking to chop it down hard..... "Yahhh!" ... (mtc)

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: Then with no apology.... I unload a vicious hook flurry coming for your jawline... left-right-left-right... "Pshhh pshhh pshhh pshhhh!" looking to not just play tennis with your jaw and head, but an attempt to put you in a state and prepare you for .....a beating!

Sally_Fay: My punches shoot out, but they fail miserably to provide me with a safe exit from this damned corner. You don't step back an inch, and just chop my gloves down, rendering them useless to defend myself for a second. And a second can be a very, very long, and very very miserable time in boxing. A good boxer can easily send two, maybe three punches in a second, and suddenly hell on earth reins down on my poor face, with a combination of rapid fire hooks, the left smashes into my jaw, twisting my face left, and leaving a red mark, and the twisting of my face to the left is into an oncoming right hook, seeking landing rights on a runway called my cheek, and then a left hook smears over my jaw, but head does not twist as far this time, because it's stopped by a right hook.....I can feel your knuckles as the gloves compress into my face, a face that's not looking good. My knees begin to wobble, and my back presses into the padded turnbuckle, as I get my gloves to shoulder height,mist now clouding my vision.

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: And the wrecking ball has started its tour of duty. The visual of your jawline deforming like fresh Play-Doh is just the pre-cursor. In the instant following, stepping in close enough for my arms and fists to be the same-day delivery boys for the express mail "From The Redhead", I.... go.... to... work! Your gloves in front of me are of no consequence, knowing where they are now. I look to come up the middle and slpit them with a vicious left uppercut looking for the base of your chin... "uuushh!"... to pop that head up for.... the brutal left and right hook coming for your jawline and cheek... "iiish iiisssh!"... then.... I bring the right.... an uppercut, this time making sure that chin and head stays up ... again...."Pssssh!"... before... another left and right hook look to simply crash themselves into your 'propped up' jawline again...."pssssh Psshhh!"... the wrecking crew has arrived.

Sally_Fay: If there was ever any doubt about it before, this is now a real beat down situation, where there is total domination of one fighter by the other. Not an unusual occurrence in boxing, and something boxing enjoy. My guard is only at shoulder height, and held loosely and so your uppercut easily pounds through them, rocking my head backwards. This is a real beat down as your left and right hooks sweep my face to the left and then back to the right, and then another uppercut rocks my head back, the power of which keeps me on my feet long enough to get a couple of more hooks to the fast, the last hook hits with such intensity that my mouth guard pops out and bounces across the canvass, as my knees buckle and pound into the canvass.....my eyes roll back in their sockets to give an eerie look as my brain bounces inside of my skull. mtc

Sally_Fay: I kind of balance on my knees for a moment in front of you, and then fall face first, tit side down on the canvass. Totally out boxed, outclassed by the lady boxer from Florida.....

The_Referee: I look at the downed fighter....no reason to count....she is out like a light, totally knocked the fuck out. I wave my arms over her face down body sprawled over the canvass, signalling the end of the fight by knock out in r3. Raising Helen's gloved fist over her head, to commend her win!

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: You crash to the canvas, your mouthguard launched, your chance for a championship over, but your respect.... I have it. You fought with everything you had... it just ... wasn't enough today in the ring. I raise my gloves as I am now the Four Time Champion (title holder and three returning defenses of it) of this competition. My trainer grabs me and says to let the medical team attend to you, but I want to make sure you're okay. I walk over and your trainer is with you.... "is she okay?" I ask with genuine concern in my voice.

Sally_Fay: Uggggg.....someone rolls me over onto my back.....and elevates my legs into the air.....and then the next thing I remember is that awful, stinging scent of smelling salts waffing up my nose, making me crinkle my nose in disgust....my face aches as I blink my eyes in disbelief, wondering how I fell asleep in a boxing match......oh......yeh......thats what disorientation from a knockout does.....but I'll fight again.....when my body and face mends....

Helen_The_Redhead_Redmann: I see you respond and sigh....I don't speak to you as you seem disoriented but you're awake... I give you and your trainer a respectful nod and then exit the ring, title belt in hand.

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