Female Boxing Federation

17:18 Karina_Fighter: Tonight I’m meeting Laura Croft for a rematch after my disastrous first bare knuckle boxing match with her. Tonight’s fight is in a very different venue, an underground fight club concealed in a barn in the middle of nowhere. The barn is very large and the centre has a circular fight ring formed by bales of hay 4 ft high. I’ve never fought in this club and because the rules are very rough, I suspect it is run by the Russian mafia. The fact that the location is highly secret and the fighters are driven there blind folded, certainly adds to the mystique.
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17:19 Karina_Fighter: This is an underground bare knuckle boxing fight, and limited stand up grappling is more or less allowed, for the purpose of either holding your opponent while you punch them or for manipulating them so you can get in better shots. The “ref” will intervene if the fight goes to the ground, or if someone is using a hold that interferes with striking. The ref might warn a fighter for an “accidental” infraction of boxing rules, but from what I’ve seen there can be no limit to warnings. The only benefit to the victimized fighter being a brief pause while the offending fighter is “warned”. The fights are rough because this is boxing to KO, any fighter who submits is permanently banned from the club. If you are knocked down and are still conscious, you get 30 seconds to get back up. No TKOs, get the fuck up for more punishment or you get banned from the club. The clients pay good money to watch a KO, and will settle for nothing less, and the club pays a handsome prize to the winner.
17:19 Karina_Fighter: I arrive at the barn, and I’m allowed to take off my blind fold. I’m wearing a grey sports bra with an Irish shamrock sewn on one cup, and grey yoga stretch pants, white tennis shoes and my wrists are bound with gauze. There are no changing rooms, and I simply slip a clear mouth guard into my mouth. My blond hair is tied tightly in a ponytail. They don’t do formal weigh ins here, as no cares about weight classes in an underground fight, but I can tell you that I am tall and lanky at 145 lbs, 5 ft 10 in, and 36 yo. As I approach the rustic “ring” of bailed hay, I walk up the makeshift steps formed by bales, to the top bale, have a brief look around at the crowd, and then jump down the 4ft into the pit formed by the bales. I begin doing some warm up stretches as I wait for my nemesis Lara to appear.
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17:20 Karina_Fighter: I have invited @Lara_Croft to join #LaraKarina.
18:29 Lara_Croft: When I heard that Karina wanted a rematch, I was already happy to accept, but after being driven blindfolded to this secret club, I'm thrilled. The rules are brutal even by bare knuckle standards, and the makeshift ring inside a barn is perfect. I was informed to change before I came here, so after peeling off the gray t-shirt I wore on the way over here, I'm already in my standard match uniform of a black sports bra, black nylon jogging shorts and white sneakers, with my brown hair in a long braid down my back, still weighing in at 5'7", 135 lbs. I check out the crowd before entering the ring... despite the casual setting, some of the attendees here are clearly loaded, and I detect several languages, including German and Russian from the better dressed men in the crowd. Between that and the amazing prize money offered here, its clear this club is connected to the organized crime. I don't know how Karina found this place, but she has excellent taste in bare knuckle boxing clubs.
18:35 Lara_Croft: I climb up the steps and hop down to join my opponent in the hay-lined ring. After posing for a couple pictures, I pop my black mouthpiece in as well and switch into business mode, starting my quick pre-fight warmup routine, rolling my neck and shoulders, throwing some very short flurries of shadowboxing jabs to see how fast I can go. The rules have been explained to both of us in detail, so the ref won't bother with that tonight. The ref simply waits for both of us to signal that we're ready before signaling us to begin the violence. yt
18:38 Karina_Fighter: I look over at Lara as she enters the makeshift ring, the crowd now is formed around the outside of the circular bales of hay, as they know the fight is going to get under way shortly. I knew Lara would accept the rematch if I found the right place, and I smile at the look of wonderment on her face as she surveys the barn. I know, she knows, that both of us are going to be feeling some pain soon. I go through my warm up routine, and then step towards the middle of the ring, nodding to the ref that I’m ready…yt
19:13 Lara_Croft: There's no bell and no rounds here, so as I see Karina nod at the ref, I'm happy to do likewise, and with the single word "FIGHT!" the match begins. My hands snap up to a boxing guard and I jog out as the crowd around us cheers. The moment I'm in range, I decide to start things off by snapping out a standard but fast 3 punch combo, a long left jab at your nose, right cross at your cheek, left hook at your temple, trying to not get too close, sliding left before and after my attack to circle with you in center ring. yt
19:22 Karina_Fighter: As the ref shouts “FIGHT!” I form an orthodox boxing stance, left fist leading, left leg leading, elbows tucked in to protect the body. Bare knuckle fights are so different from conventional boxing, fists move faster without 8 oz gloves, and there is no where to hide, only crazy people go in for this…..but no one has ever accused me of not being fucking nuts. I bounce lightly on my feet, moving from side to side, and trying to stay at a diagonal to Lara. You send out a jab at my nose, and I slip my head to my right, placing it outside your left guard, so your right cross, which follows the jab like a lightening bolt, now punches my left cheek, knocking my head back, but I dip at my knees to avoid the hook at my temple….you begin to slide left and I move left to block your movement, I bounce rapidly forward….jab jab at your nose, and then a right straight at your solar plexus region, and then try to bounce backwards…….yt
19:27 Lara_Croft: I only connect once with my combo, but I expected that. I lean and slip my head right to easily dodge your jabs, ducking and retreating a step to take your plexus shot on my upper chest and reduce the impact. Left jab left jab for your mouth as I step back in immediately after. Power right hook at your cheek, twisting left into the blow, still warming up and getting into the flow of the fight. yt
19:33 Karina_Fighter: The fight is young and both of us are full of energy. The pace is fast, my right pops you in the chest, doing little damage, my guard is high and I use my right forearm to quickly parry each jab, you then send out a powerful right hook towards my cheek, but I duck under it, and as I come up, I unload with a left hook towards your lower ribs, trying to go under your hook, and the a right uppercut towards your chin, and then bring my left up, I try for a left hook at your jaw……still feeling fresh with a light coating of sweat from my warm up exercises…..yt
21:26 Lara_Croft: HUHN! Your left connects hard with my ribs, lighting up some pain in my side as your bare knuckles really dig into my skin. I know enough to back up again before you can land your uppercut, and it whiffs. My hands are high enough that I'm able to pull them in close to take your hook on my right arm as well. I back up another step as I fire at your head again with a left-right-left flurry of straights at your eyes, trying to keep moving around this rustic ring while I really let my hands fly at your face. yt
21:34 Karina_Fighter: The excitement in the crowd continues to build, you can hear them still placing bets, as they watch the fight intently. Lara has a surprised look on her face at the intensity which I have started the fight, clearly trying to go for an early KO rather than conserving energy. My hook digs into your ribs, leaving a red mark, but you back up quickly, and my uppercut snaps through empty air, and my left hook punches you in the arm. You back up a step, trying to maintain distance vs punching power, letting loose a flurry of left/right/left straights going at my eye….UMPPP…..the first jab punches through my guard…..as it comes in moving fast, and I feel some pain in my eye, and damn….I think there will be some discoloration…but maybe no swelling yet…..and I take a few steps back towards the bales to avoid your other punches….I then try to halt my retreat, move forward with another left hook at your ribs, and then a right hook at your jaw…..dancing lightly on my feet….yt
21:45 Lara_Croft: You hook at the same spot on my right ribs, connecting just as hard as the last one and making me huff again from the impact. But as you throw the right hook, I step in towards you to make the punch come up short, while turning right as I fire a triple left straight at your nose, my hand jabbing fast and precise like a boxer's. Your nose is already bleeding, but not enough for my taste. I want to make a statement early about who has the faster technique. yt
21:52 Karina_Fighter: I grin as I feel my left drill into your ribs…..maybe they will crack soon, I think, but suddenly my right hook lands behind your head, as you step in to me, and your left is inside my guard….BAM BAM BAM!.....my nose takes a beating, blood now spurts out, dribbling down my chin……staining my grey sports bra…..your boxing move taking me by surprise…..I try to stand my ground though, and shoot my right arm over the back of your neck, it was there any way after you stepped in close, and I try to catch you in a side head lock, and then try to use my left to land a couple of shovel hook punches at your eye and nose....attempting to take advantage of the loose rules of the fight……yt
22:04 Lara_Croft: I connect three times with your nose, with blood already on my fist when I pull it back the third time. Awesome. You use the opportunity to put a side headlock on me, and I couldn't be happier, I've been wanting to match strength against you. I wrap my arms around your back, reaching my right hand under your armpit and around the back of your neck as well, my left arm around the middle of your back, and then I bend down and bull forward with my legs, trying to drive you back into the hay wall. "Come on bitch, who's stronger?" I taunt you. Meanwhile you club your left fist at my face and connect twice with my right eye, giving me a shiner as it starts to swell, but after a few moments my face is pressed up against your body as I bull forward and making it hard for you to punch. yt
22:13 Karina_Fighter: My face is now looking like a Halloween custom mask, being bloodied from your fast pummeling of my nose, but I feel like I’ve got you, but you use your leverage to force me face down into the hay bales, after I give your eye a battering….I can no longer reach you with my left, and with your left wrapped around my back, we are both now pressed, into the bales……I decide to release the headlock with my right…..and bring my right in between us, to press my forearm into the left side of your neck, hoping to force a break so that I can swing around with my left fist, hoping to land it somewhere on your face….yt
22:19 Lara_Croft: As I force you back against the hay wall, you release your headlock and then force us far enough apart to land a short left hook against my cheek. Your knuckles dig in again, but it doesn't hit hard enough to do anything but bruise me slightly. I suddenly release my arms as well, ducking and dropping them as I pull them back, firing a quick left-right-left triplet of hooks against your sides as I duck and retreat several steps back to center ring. My right eye is bruised and closing up a bit, and I have another couple bruises on my side and cheeks, but I still look a lot better than you, so I declare victory in this first act of the fight and take the opportunity to rest my arms and catch my breath as I retreat, getting ready to really hurt you when we start again. yt
22:25 Karina_Fighter: My hook lands on your cheek, but not with as much power as I wanted because of the awkward angle and distance that my fist had to traverse. Suddenly I take a couple of nasty and well delivered punches to my side, and I pivot in time to deflect third hook with my forearm, I raise my fists in a guard, but you have pulled back to the centre of the ring, to claim that as your turf. My nose is now starting to swell from the beating you gave me, and I’m now breathing heavily from my mouth. I want to call you something…..but it’s now just breathing that is the priority……I move off the bales……now knowing I have to conserve my energy…..and rest a couple of moments before moving off…..guard up….yt…..
22:34 Lara_Croft: After taking a few moments to rest and reset, I get my fists up and advance on you again. Moving slowly, I suddenly skip forward with a left jab at your mouth, hoping to catch you by surprise, followed by paired right-left hooks at your jaw as I try to gradually beat your head into a ruin. yt
22:41 Karina_Fighter: I’m now moving slower than what I have to, trying to give Lara a false impression that I am spent……expecting her to come at me at any moment, and she does not disappoint…..she comes at me with a jab, and I slip my head to my right, and swing out a left a right hook at your ribs when I come back, but you have a right hook that plows into my jaw waiting for me, FUCK!!!!!....spit flys from my mouth, and then your left engages with a left hook, possibly slowed down by my intervening rib shot, as I manage to block it with my right forearm, and then send an over hand right between your guard, hoping to land it on your nose, and a followup left uppercut aimed at your liver…..in spite of my horribly messed up face….I’m still punching and defending….yt…..
20:13 Karina_Fighter: *swing out a right hook at your ribs
20:20 Lara_Croft: You're a pro and fire back at me for every punch I throw at you. You slip my jab then smash another left hook into my ribs. Then as I throw my pair of hooks at your jaw, you hit back with an overhand right that slips between my arms easily, given how focused on offense I am, though I do jerk my head to the side enough to take it on my cheek rather than my nose, bruising my face again and knocking my head back. But while my attention is up there you uppercut my liver hard and precisely, again showing your training and experience. It lands like a bomb against my side, your fist sinking in deeper than gloves would, and intense pain fills my torso. I'd forgotten how dangerous you are in close. My eyes water ever so slightly, and I fire a left jab, left jab at your bleeding nose as I back up two steps, my legs feeling rubbery and unsteady while I try to get some time to recover knowing that there are no round bells to coming to save me. yt
20:25 Karina_Fighter: We are going at it toe to toe now…..a rough fight that is being thoroughly enjoyed by the crowd….my right hook connects with your ribs, just before your right hook punches into my jaw, and my overhand connects with the side of your face, but left uppercut punches hard into your live…..I want more of you….I need to try to finish…you…..but my left fist is down and you jab me in the nose……it is like the 4th punch I’ve received….it snaps my head back…..the pain is excruciating…..and I stumble back 3 feet……now my face is bloodier than ever, my chest and sports bra is bloodied…..I begin to circle to my right, wanting to stay off from the bales…..yt
20:31 Lara_Croft: My jabs are crisp and work better than I expected. Your nose must really be hurting. I waste no time, shifting from retreat to attack instantly as I see you hurt. I take two big steps toward you, clenching my left fist to suggest another jab, while my right hand drops, then I suddenly duck and step into you with a right hook at your side, then a left uppercut at my own at your liver, doing my best to dig my knuckles into your guts even harder than you did mine. Then I really charge forward, trying to slam my shoulder into your chest like a football player, trying to drive you back into the hay bales with my body while my left pulls back then slams another hard uppercut at your liver, trying to make you hurt the way you just hurt me. yt
20:42 Karina_Fighter: I’m breathing entirely through my mouth now, taking heavy breaths, my tits heaving with each breath, my face looking like this, You are not logged in. , my nose is swollen closed . The crowd is highly excited by the brutal nature of this fight, I’m ignoring their shouting……I need to stay focused on what this bitch is doing, she has fist that move like lightening bolts…..I’m going to protect my nose now, no matter what…..so I keep a high guard……. I think a jab might come…..but suddenly you send a fast moving hook at my side, and I twist right to block the hook with my left forearm, but that action sets me up for the left uppercut that pounds into my liver…..I forced to bend forward from the pain….and backup fast….I’ve got my arms folded over my gut, so your second shut hits my arms rather than my liver, and suddenly I find myself backed in the hay bales…trying to breath……yt
20:52 Lara_Croft: Even when hurt, your defense is quick and instinctual. Even though my fake out works, I throw three bombs at your body and only one connects solidly. But at least I've got you with your back against the wall where you belong. I want to bang your body for hours, but I know that I don't have the luxury of taking chances against you, so I focus intensely on maximizing my damage while you're vulnerable. Overhand left at your right eye as I back up a step to get punching room. Right jab at your horrible looking nose to daze you with pain. Then a fast left hook, right hook across your cheeks, twisting all the way through with the right hook, trying to make you brains bounce around and make you regret choosing to fight me. yt
21:01 Karina_Fighter: I’m trying to absorb the pain from your liver shot, and refocus my efforts on what you are doing….hopping you will telegraph your next move, somehow so I can block and counter punch….I look wrecked, but maybe that will play to my advantage if you come at me with something simple…..My guard is still low, wanting to protect my liver now, and also because I know there are more ways to avoid a punch to the face than just blocking it with your arms….I slip right as your left overhand bomb comes in at my eye, placing my head outside your left arm, your left fist landing on top of my left shoulder, and that puts my face also out of range of your right straight, which brushes past my left cheek……but that sets me up for the left hook that crashes into my jaw, spit flys out of my mouth, and I raise my left to try to deflect the right hook, and then try a right uppercut at your liver, desperately trying to stay in the fight with this younger woman. yt
21:13 Lara_Croft: You dodge or block most of this assault as well, moving well even when backed against the wall like this. You bang another right uppercut into my liver while my hands and attention are high, and the pain in my body that had been fading comes back powerfully, slowing and stunning me for a moment. Still, I fight through it, swinging another left hook at your cheek while your right is low, then stabbing a straight left at your mouth with all my body weight behind it, not backing up. yt
21:21 Karina_Fighter: My face and liver are now stiff with pain, but even so my right uppercut connects with your liver, I know it must be painful for you as this is the second shot to that organ….my back is still pressed into the hay bales…you swing a left hook nailing me in the cheek, twisting my face left, at nearly the same time, I try to slam another right uppercut into your liver, trying to go under your left, and as your right straight comes in at my mouth, I slip my head right, letting it land on top of my right shoulder, than I try to shoot my arms around your neck, trying to place my hands on the back of your neck, to draw you in close, attempting to twist your neck around to push you into the hay bales…..trying to escape and reverse our positions……yt
21:29 Lara_Croft: As you slam a third uppercut into my liver it's too much, the pain is excruciating, and I can barely stay up. I fall forward onto you, wrapping my arms around your back just as you raise yours to reach around my neck. I try to hold you close enough to prevent more attacks, but I'm moving too slowly to resist your attempt to turn us, and so between your greater height, weight and my weakened condition, you spin me around easily. It's a little intimidating, for the first time in the match I'm starting to really notice your size advantage... I've been throwing everything I have at you and you take it all without stopping, you're a tank. And while I take your head shots without much trouble, when you get to wind for big body shots, you hit brutally. I don't want to release and trade punches with you yet, but I at least try to pump my legs forward and walk you backwards at get myself off the wall. yt
22:07 Karina_Fighter: The crowd is animated by the ferocity of the fight, and I am drawing some of their energy, even though I feel like SHIT. My nose is wrecked, I have to protect it, my liver feels like a tank shell hit it, it’s a toss up as to which I will have to protect. I know as I twist your neck, the body must follow, and I am able to turn you, but you wrap your arms around me, pushing me back……I now let go of the back of your neck with my hands, and press both my hands into your face, trying to force a break between us…..yt
22:37 Lara_Croft: You push against me to force a break, and I accept, backing up two steps while trying to slide along the edge of the ring to avoid getting trapped, moving slower and breathing harder from the pain and exhaustion you've been delivering with your body blows. I snap out a quick double left jab at your mouth as I scoot along the edge of the ring .yt
10:48 Karina_Fighter: I manage to force a break, and you step back, snapping out two jabs at my mouth, the first pops me in the lips, but I get my guard back in place, deflecting the second…and you move off along the side of the ring of hay bales. Even though I’m breathing hard through my mouth, I see an opportunity so I move quickly to try to cut you off going at a diagonal to you, trying to ram my shoulder into you to knock you into the hay bales, wanting to use my greater weight to advantage, and then I try a left upper cut to your liver region and a right hook towards your jaw…yt
22:40 Lara_Croft: You charge me and shoulder check me like a footballer. I'm expecting another combo and so back up a step to dodge it, but I just play into your hands as you knock me back the rest of the way into the hay wall with your larger size. My liver is still killing me from your last attacks there, so I drop my right elbow enough to mostly block your uppercut, but you still connect close enough so make the pain in my torso flare up again. I pull my left arm in close to protect my head and take your hook on my arm, but that blow rocks me to the side too. Shit. I fire back with a left-right pair of straights for your ruined nose, trying to cause you enough pain to back you up, though I'm slowed a bit from exhaustion and pain. yt
22:46 Karina_Fighter: I manage to corner you at the hay bales, but my uppercut at your liver is only partially effective, due to the blocking action of your elbow, and my right hook only slaps into your arm, and then you go for a left/right pair of straights at my nose, knowing full well what pain it will cause me. I throw up my guard, taking the blows on my open palms, and I am forced to take a couple of steps back, not wanting to risk another punch to my nose…….I close my fists, raising them high to keep my nose covered, waiting for you to come at me………..yt
22:58 Lara_Croft: Even tired and hurt, your defense remains excellent as you take my straights on your hands. But it's enough to back you up a bit, thank god. I waste no time in stepping away from the hay wall and edging to the right to get more room. Then, after catching my breath for a few seconds, I advance on you in center ring and attack again. My footwork is slower now, conserving energy, but hopefully my hands are a different story. Left straight at your solar plexus to draw your hands down, then a right cross at your cheek, trying to punch through your head. Earlier in the match I might throw 4 punches at a time... now I'm focusing on quality, not quantity. yt
23:07 Karina_Fighter: I’m catching my breath in the ring centre, as I wait for you to come at me. It only takes a few moments for you to make your advance, although you are clearly moving slower and more flat footed than at the start of the fight, but of course, I am moving slower too. You punch in at my solar plexus, and I twist my body, taking the punch just off centre, it hurts nevertheless…arrgggggg…..FUCK….but I’m determined to protect my nose now, keeping my guard up, you send a right cross at my right check, and I take the punch, knocking my head back, but I counter punch with a left jab, going downwards towards your liver region, wanting to go under your right, and then a right cross at your right eye…..the fight now more of a slug fest than a boxing match……yt
23:16 Lara_Croft: Your left for my liver connects unopposed and makes me wince in pain again while interrupting my breathing. I move to block the right cross too, but fail, and I feel your 10 lbs of weight advantage as your fist sinks precisely into my right eye socket, knocking my head back hard as I stumble back a step, my legs wobbly for a split second. But one step is all I take before I fire back at you, flat footed, with a right straight for your left eye, then a left cross at your other cheek, stepping into the cross hard to try to put my body weight into it, pissed at how hard you're still hitting and trying to match it. yt
23:22 Karina_Fighter: Your right straight crosses between my guard, slamming into my left eye, then you cross your left to pound into my check, and I try to keep my balance. I want to use my larger size now, trade blow for blow with you. As your left is being retracted, I lower my right, and go for a right uppercut at your liver, and then a left cross at your right eye…….hoping I can bring you down as we go toe to toe….yt
23:40 Lara_Croft: UNNNNNH... you drop your right while my left is still extended and rip another heavy uppercut into my liver, and this time it's too much. I want to stay standing, but my legs won't cooperate... the pain is overwhelming and they fall out underneath me, but not before your other hand snaps another hard cross into my right eye, just where the previous one landed, snapping my head back hard and making the room spin even as my legs give out from the liver punch. I fall to my side, my right side purpled, my right eye blackened and rapidly closing up. I'm barely conscious and breathing heavily, the barn seeming spinning around me. yt
23:44 Karina_Fighter: I feel my right punch into your body and my left connects with your eye, I’m slow to bring up my guard, but it does not matter, because you go down. My body aches and I’m breathing only through my mouth, my body is dripping with sweat now, from the physical exertion, and the heat of the lights overhead. I stand over you for moment, fists raised…….but so called ref, pushes me back a few feet, and then starts a count……I see that you are barely lucid, and realize that you might be down for the count, I try to stand erect, lowering my fists now, but I really feel like collapsing at this point as I listen to the count. YT
23:58 Lara_Croft: I hear the ref start to count. "1...2...3..." and I know I'm nowhere near being able to get up. I want to, but feel resigned to my defeat as I hear the ref say "8...9...10...". But then something unexpected happens... I hear him keep counting "11...12...13" and I suddenly remember that this club uses old fashioned bare knuckle rules, with counts of 30, not 10. I can only see out of my left eye at this point, but I see you looking exhausted, bruised and very bloody yourself. So when I hear the ref get to "15", I decide that if this club uses 30 second counts, I'm going to use them. At the count of "18" I start to push myself to one knee, not rushing it, taking all the rest I can get, and finally standing all the way as quickly as I can when the ref finally gets to 25. My face is lumpy and bruised, and my right side has been brutalized, but you look like shit too, and I'm going to make you look worse if I can.
23:58 Lara_Croft: I bring my fists, sticky with your blood, up again, and nod at the ref that I'm ready to fight.
00:02 Karina_Fighter: I stand quietly still, as the count continues, my left eye blackened and now swelling, my nose swollen and red, blood smeared on my face and my chest. Simply put, I look like someone who has lost a fight. I hoping you are down for the count, but you take the nearly 30 seconds and manage to get to your feet…..now fists up…..the ref shouts “FIGHT!”……I need to end this, so I come at you with as much speed as I can muster…..feinting with a left jab at your right eye that is blackened, I then send out a right straight at your solar plexus, hoping the jab kept your guard high, and the a left hook, aimed at your jaw, wanting, needing to finish you……YT
00:06 Lara_Croft: I dodge right, falling for your feint while pulling my hands in, leaving my body wide open for your plexus blow, which hits like an anvil, feeling like you're going to break ribs as the impact propagates through my skeleton. My chest locks up. But my close guard lets me block your left hook with my arm even as I'm unable to breathe. I back up a step while throwing a left straight at your mouth, right straight at your solar plexus, trying so nearly shatter your chest the way you just nearly shattered mine. yt
00:10 Karina_Fighter: I feel my right crack into your plexus, my hook crashes into your guard, you seem a bit stunned, but are able to counter with a left into my mouth, spit flies out, as my head is knocked back, and then a right crashes into my SP, I moan as I suddenly feel stunned……and draw my arms in to cover my chest, my knees now feeling like rubber….yt
00:22 Lara_Croft: I feel a satisfying impact travel up my arm as my right slams into your chest... my hands are in serious pain from this amount of punching, but I'm still able to throw body blows full force, and this one was a bomb. I can sense in an instant that you're hurt, and I know I may not get another chance, so as much as my body and hands are hurting, I ignore it and box like my life depended on it. I twitch my left as if to throw something slow with it, then crack a right cross at your left cheek, trying to fire it as explosively as I can, making use of the rest the knockdown provided. Then I step in close to you while twisting right in a left hook at your jaw to hopefully daze you and loosen your guard, before quickly ducking 6 inches and standing again for a final right uppercut at close range deep under your chin, exhausted but powering through it. yt
00:28 Karina_Fighter: The SP shot still has me stunned with pain radiating through my chest in all directions, as you attack, I can’t react fast enough to deflect your right cross at my right cheek, it punches in with full force, knocking my head backwards, I stumble back, but you step in close to stay close and send a left hook that twists my face to the left, and my guard drops completely, leaving me totally defenseless, too stunned now to react, as your right uppercut punches into my chin, my entire body lifts off the floor, and I crash backwards, my mouth guard popping out, spread eagle, not moving totally knocked out. The ref counts ……10…..then 20 passes…..I begin to moan and twist, regaining consciousness…..but as 25 passes……I'm still stunned, I can’t get to my feet or even sit up before 30 is reached and the bell rings……”FUCK”……yt
00:34 Lara_Croft: I feel my right uppercut sail clean through your chin, pointing your face up at the wooden rafters, and I know you're going down... the question is whether you'll get back up. From your spread eagled landing position, it doesn't look like it. I'm way too tired to showboat, so I simply walk to the closest hay wall and lean back against it and try to massage my sore knuckles as I hear the crowd cheering me or encouraging you to get up. When the ref gets to 20 and you haven't twitched yet, I start to get optimistic, and when he gets to 25, I finally allow myself to celebrate, peeling myself off of the wall and putting my bloodied fists in their air triumphantly.
00:37 Lara_Croft: The crowd roars in approval and dissapointment as the ref yells out "30! The winner, by knockout, Laraaaaaa Croft!" I walk out to the center of the ring with one fist in the air, letting the audience snap pictures of my bruised, battered body standing above you.
00:37 Lara_Croft: The end!

Published: 2021-11-02, viewed 46 times.