Lord ﹠ Lady Darcy's Fight Club

Lord_Darcy: The crowd in the warehouse starts cheering as I swagger out to the ring. I climb onto the apron and duck through between the middle and top ropes, my big belly only just fitting through. I swagger to the middle of the ring and hold up my arms for the crowd to quieten down. "Hello Ladies and Gentlemen..." The crowd guffaws at my reference to ladies and gentlemen in an underground fight club, I smile. "Now I know that you're all here to see some brutal fighting action... yes?..." The crowd cheers. "And the Darcy's never let you down... once someone gets in this ring they fight until one of them has been beaten senseless and the other one... assuming they can stand up... is the winner." Again the crowd cheers. "So tonight we have a womens match... an international fight..." The crowd goes "WOOO...". I continue, "And representing dear old blighty, we've got one of your... and my... favourites... Fighting for England... she stands 5'4" tall and weighs in at 170lbs... please welcome... LADY.... NICOLA... DARCY!!!..."

Lady_Darcy: The home crowd erupt in a chorus of cheers as I swagger out into the arena... for once dressed in a yellow one piece rather than my usual black...

"Come on M'Lady... whup this foreigners ass!..." someone in the crowd yells and I smile and wave to them.... I hop up onto the ring apron, my thick curvy, body, wobbling as I do... I duck through the ropes, smile at my husband, and then make my way to my corner, facing the turnbuckles to let the crowd get a full view of my ass...

... while I await my opponents entrance...

Lord_Darcy: I watch my wife making her entrance and the enthusiasm of the crowd for her... she's a tough woman, and tonight she'll need to be... I raise my arms again for the crowd to quieten down... "And now please welcome her opponent... from the United States..." The crowd starts booing and I try to quieten them down raising my arms again... "Come on folks, she's come a long way to appear in Lord & Lady Darcy's Fight Club... and I think you'll be impressed... she's a big tough woman... From the United States... standing 6'0" tall and weighing in at 190lbs... Please welcome.... STACY!!!!..."

Stacy_S: I had only recently joined this place and on my first night here I got paired up against the lady that runs the place. Er, the Lady.... Smiling as I hear the initial introduction and see the lights come in from the entry ramp as my opponent is announced and the crowd obviously all here for her. Doubting anyone'd even know who I am. That point is proven to my own self at least as my height and weight are off by one as they're called out. Rolling my eyes and smirking as I appear and make my way down to the ring with the couple already standing inside. Decked in a black two piece

as I see the bright sunshiney yellow of the Lady. Nearing the ring and not hearing a single positive response from the crowd. "Ah well....." Slipping between the ropes, and moving to the corner opposite Nicola. Fingers flexing as I lean into the ropes, watching on and ready....letting a full breath out through my nose as my eyes stay focused on the woman across the ring.

Lady_Darcy: I gulp a deep breath when I see Stacy enter and watch her make her way into the ring... I can hear the crowd booing and jeering her... she's a lot bigger than me... I try not to show that I am intimidated by her size... but my mind is racing on how I can fight this American female Goliath... I look over at my husband...

Lord_Darcy: I watch Stacy make her way throw the crowd... they boo and jeer her... and I wonder if they really appreciate how big she is... she climbs into the ring. My wife is unusually quiet, I look over at her, she is looking over at me. Well, as I said, once you climb in this ring there's only one way out... well two ways... but one that is preferable. I signal for the two women to come to the middle of the ring... "Okay, you both know the rules,... no holds barred, no rounds... fight to a KO finish or if one of you wants to quit, then tell me... okay are you both ready?...." I look over to the bell man and signal... DING!!... DING!!... DING!!... then I step back away from the two women...

Lady_Darcy: I come to the middle of the ring and look up at Stacy... she's 9" taller than me... I can't help but gulp... she is tall, muscular, well built, but I don't back down... I raise my fists high and take up a southpaw stance... I hear my husband going on with his intro and I tense myself, ready... my thick, curvy, body, poised, ready... the bell rings and I fly at Stacy, hurling a left hook at her belly... hoping to nail her before she is ready...

Stacy_S: One side of my mouth curls up at the reminder that quitting is allowed here.... not usually fond of a warrior choosing that route but if that's how it goes around here than that's how it goes. I feel my fingers curl into tight fists as the rest of the rules of this place sound perfect. Nodding that I am ready as the main announcer backs clear out of the way, leaving me and the yellow-clad Lady a few feet away from each other. My eyes resetting on Nicola as she flies straight in. Appealing in and of itself as I prefer to get right to why we're here instead of dancing around.... Reaching my left arm out as I'm a southpaw as well, aiming at her temple as I feel her fist curve into my core.... working to absorb that and get something meaningful behind a left hook down into the side of the Lady's head to stay even.

Lady_Darcy: My left hook smacks into your toned belly, but at the same time you were obviously ready to go into action as well when the bell sounded... milliseconds after my left lands your own left hook clubs into the right side of my head... OOF!... I grunt as my head violently snaps to the side from the impact... but hey, if you're prepared to stand and fight, so am I, I have a much better game plan if we fight close than if you dance around the ring and pick me off from range... my head took a big clout, but I twist back again, firing my left in again at your belly, big overarm shot, leaning all of my curvy body into it... my breasts swaying as I throw it...

Stacy_S: Damn. If I wasn't in a ring, trading shots with this girl, I'd probably be losing my voice from ringside already. It's refreshing to have someone stand and trade even after what my left fist just did to you..... I can already tell I'm going to be showing off a pink and red core at the gym tomorrow, but as you swing in again, I try and step even closer to you to cut off what you can do this second time. Wanting to bring my powerful right arm out to the side and curve it in at the broad edge of your jaw with whatever I can put behind it, curious if I can make those pretty eyes of yours roll around a bit this early. My chin dipped to be able to keep my eyes on yours as neither of us looks like we know how to take a step in reverse..... just how I like it.

Lady_Darcy: As I hurl my left hook in you step up closer to me, but I still land the punch... and I am a little daunted by your toned abs taking my body shots... working your body is my best plan... I'd need a step ladder to get to your jaw... I'm only going to the head when/if I can get you on your knees... swinging at these close quarters I don't have any defense and you retaliate immediately with your right... bringing it in a tight hook at my head again... OOF!... you clip my jaw, my head snaps again and my long brunette head bounces as I take half a step back... The crowd like what they are seeing, a slugfest, I hear a yell of... "COME ON M'LADY... HIT HER AGAIN!... TAKE HER DOWN!..."... That's what I am trying to do I think to myself... and so I come in again, stepping back up to you since you aren't using your feet, trying to crouch low, my fists up around my head until I get close and then this time going with a left-right combination... again at those toned abs... hoping that you will start to buckle if I can keep this up... and keep taking your hits to me...

Stacy_S: My eyes light up seeing you back off even that half-step... my brain firing up the neurons whose job it is to tell my lungs they have a quick chance to get the air back in that your two left hands stole...... Shuddering a touch as you show that you actually -do- know how to go in reverse, after all. I, of course, loved watching and feeling my right hook spin your head around heavily enough that your long brown mane flailed around like it did. Making a mental note to get that visual a few more times before we're done here. I curve in a little to my right since you've so far only thrown lefts. Wanting to keep you from making my core any darker red than it's going to be, even if it's obviously your game plan tonight. I am about to close the gap between us and try to pursue you, but you make that a moot point as you come back at me again. I figure I may as well drop down with you and try out the appetizer menu....as you ready up your next punch I think you're still going with the popgun offense of one at a time, so I drop my right elbow down to catch your anticipated left hand. I go to curve a low-slung right cross in along your lower left-side ribs, thinking we'd trade single shots again, but your follow up right hand comes in unexpected and lands without me doing much about it. Folded forward and pulling in a rushed breath before I straighten back up and fling a wild left hook loosely out for your right eye. Wanting to still snap it out fully in case it does land.

Lady_Darcy: As I close in on you, you step up to be and drop down in a crouch like me, both of us like prize-fighters... which, of course, we are... I throw my left in but you block it with your right arm... but maybe you're slow, or not thinking I will fight because you are taken by surprise when I fire my right into your abs... you double over... and my morale does a sky rocket... GOT YA... I think to myself... I quickly go to fire in a left uppercut now that your chin is down at my level... but you're too quick, straightening up and backing off before I can fire the punch... instead flinging in your own left hook at my right eye... I crouch and drop my head and let your punch brush my long, brunette, hair... now I drive forward, looking to try and get an early advantage... again left-right fast combination at your belly as you are trying to regroup from your big hook...

Stacy_S: That.....sucked. Eating two shots and only getting one of my own back at you. Wait, fuck. Even my one just grazed..... oh shit...... My arms flatly both drop, knowing by now that all you want to do is make a stew of my insides..... eyes on yours as I try not to flinch too visibly since now that you're fired up your fists come in heavier now than any time yet, into my arms. Needing to do -something- here before this first fight ends horridly, I sidestep and dart for the center of the ring, starting to think it might be a better idea to use my nine inch edge in height and the reach and range that should provide me - if for no other reason than to quell whatever side of you I just woke up by failing to land anything of import just now..... Posturing up, wanting *badly* to make it look natural and planned, and not like I'm panicking. I'm not..... really..... We're surrounded by hundreds of your fans, so this is likely par for the course of what they see when they buy a ticket to see you on your own home turf.....

Lady_Darcy: The crowd are loving the action as we swap punches, screaming their support for me... "GO ON M'LADY... PUT HER DOWN!... PUT HER DOWN!..."... I too am pleased with the way the fight is going... I smile as you drop your arms to guard your belly... if only I was taller... I'd now smack you on the chin and put you down on your well toned ass of yours... but you're not the dumb blonde are you... suddenly dancing away from me... backing off, getting your guard up again, regrouping, and getting your composure... The crowd don't like it... "COME ON BLONDIE... YA CHICKEN!... STAND AND FIGHT!..." someone in the crowd yells... I think to myself that, that's a good idea... so I quickly dart after you, my thick, chubby, legs eating up the distance across the canvas... still crouched... my fists up to guard my head, my elbows around my impressive breasts... wanting to get close to you and fight at close quarters...

Lord_Darcy: I've been watching intently... I'm pleased with my wife's performance... I worried that Stacy's height advantage would overwhelm Nicola... just as with Gladiatrix... but Nicola is getting to work on the big American blonde... the question is, can she keep it up?

Stacy_S: Ideally, I'd be able to move from this rushed reset in the center of the ring and take advantage of the fact that all you're doing now is turtling and chasing after me. But you're clearly well versed in this ring - given the place is named after you....and I'd need pinpoint aim to get anything through that turtle shell guard you're showing as you come in. Finding myself realizing you're guarding your head and chest and believing fully that what you'd -think- is coming now is another punch to the head or side. I move to step into you at an angle and see about whipping a half-tailed front snap kick into your lowest right side abs. My mind of the impression that you'd keep your guard tight and high for that to work.

Lady_Darcy: I come after you, turtled up for protection in case you take another swing at my head... my head tucked down behind my fists, my thick, curvy, body crouched... As I approach you don't back off but instead step forward... I keep my head down, but... instead of punching you fling out your left leg and kick me in my lower right ribs... URGH!... I grunt and stop my advance, my guard momentarily dropping as I bend forward and wrap my arms around my thick belly...

Stacy_S: I pause, longer than I should, I know. But.... you just...stopped. That's new. After a long second or three I realize what this means. My right hand reaching out behind your head as your arms go to your body for a change. Wanting to tug you forward and bring my left arm up, elbow first, in what would be an uppercut if my fist were leading, but I'm aiming my elbow at the point of your jaw this time..... Feeling myself almost wanting to snarl out as I move to drive forward on my feet, to drive you onto the ring ropes by the hand in your hair......As I release your brown mane, my left arm would curl down into your ribs. Aimed just off of the outside edge of your right breast as I let my eyes find yours.... up on my toes a little, wanting this to look and feel like a changing of the tide, even if I am still harboring thoughts of you keeping that from being quite as true as I might want.

Rosita_Morales: "DARCY NOOOO!!..."

Lady_Darcy: URGH!... my loud grunt showed I was taken by surprise by your kick... my guard dropping, my arms around my fleshy body... you pause for a moment before taking advantage... you close to me, grabbing the back of my long, brunette, hair, yanking my head up and delivering an elbow shot to my chin, my head recoiling as much as your grip on my hair will allow. I stumble back a little and you help me, pushing me back into the ropes... as my back hits the ropes, my arms fling out from my belly and grab the top rope as you push me against the ropes... you let go of my hair, now standing in front of me, towering above me, trapping me on the ropes... I hear someone in the crowd yell... "NOOOO"... realizing I am trapped... your eyes glare at mine as your left fist slams into my right abs just below my right tit... URGH!... I grunt and my left arm comes off the top rope as I bend forward, my head dropping, my long, brunette, hair, dangling...

Rosita_Morales: DARCYYYYYYYYYYYY NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Lord_Darcy: I hear the crowd yelling... that kick turned things around... I look worried

Rosita_Morales: I rush down from the stands and stand outside the ring near Lord Darcy

Stacy_S: The version of me from 5 minutes ago wouldn't believe it if someone told her that by this point I'd have the bitch that almost short-circuited my brain dangling in the ropes like a glorified heavy bag.....I still somewhat don't entirely believe it myself....but....there you are......I drop to a knee in front of you and see just how heavily I can drive my bare, hard left fist straight up into that drooped head of yours. Trying to feel my oats a little so I can get a good head of steam going, just in case you come back around and start pelting my abs and core as roughly as you were a few moments ago. I hear a new femme voice in the crowd baying out in concern for you and remind myself no one here wants to see this..... spurring me on to present it to them in as many flying colors as I can as I push up from my knee and see about getting both hands in your hair. Catching myself from diving fully off the deep end diving board, hesitating to make sure if I do what I'm thinking, you aren't going to make me regret it by doing what the tropey cliched trapped bitch in a corner would do and rage out at me..... just taking this moment as it is.

Lord_Darcy: NOOO!!... I yell as Stacy drops onto her knee and powers up a left into Nicola's head...

Rosita_Morales: I try to rush into the ring, standing next to Lord Darcy "we need to stop this!!!" I scream

Lady_Darcy: My head goes down from your shot to my right abs, I am gasping for air... but my head doesn't stay down... you're now getting a head of steam up... you drop onto one knee and swing your left up into my chin, sending my head reeling upwards, my long, brunette, hair flailing up as my head and upper body fly upwards and back onto the ropes where I am trapped... my arms again grabbing the top rope to keep me upright... dazed, stunned, glassy eyed... but still gutsy, I try and fight back,... URRRR... I grunt as I hurl a clumsy right hook at your head, coming off the ropes towards you on stumbling legs...

Lord_Darcy: I hold Rosita back and stop her getting into the ring... "Back off Rosita..." I pause and take a moment before adding... "It's a fight to the finish... KO or one of them quits... no referee intervention..."

Rosita_Morales: I struggle hard in Lord Darcy's grip and then cease my struggling and sigh nodding "okay okay... she's just getting beaten!"

Lord_Darcy: I hear Rosita... I agree... but these are the club rules... I yell at my wife... "GET OFF THE ROPES NICOLA!... GET OFF THE ROPES!..."

Stacy_S: I had intended on keeping you in the ropes, and as I see your arms flop back over them, I think I'm going to get exactly what I wanted out of this, but then you push off and pitch your right fist into my left cheek. Okay, there's more there than I thought. I realize you're still coming, as I feel my right foot land a step behind me..."No you don't....." And then I hear the announcer howl for you to get off the ropes and my next move comes to mind immediately. Dropping down heavily onto my backside and then flat on my back, using my two hands in your hair for balance as I kick both feet up into your body, wanting to pull you off the ropes as desired, and also maybe send you far enough up over my head that you can be nice and close to the louder of the two concerned about your well-being....

Lady_Darcy: I can hear a lot of noise coming from the crowd, advice, support, I can't really tell in my dazed state... but instinctively I will fight back... my clumsy right as I stumble off the ropes catches you and... Whoa!... you step back... but my head is still ringing and before I can follow up you are at me again, you come forward... you grab my long brunette hair and then drop onto that toned ass... driving those powerful legs up into my fleshy belly... OOF!!... I exhale from the impact, but then... "WHOA!"... you pull me forward by my hair and push me up with your legs... flipping me over your head... YAAARRR... I squeal as I fly through the air... Your powerful legs pushing me up high... then over onto my back and.... THUDDDD!!!... my thick, chubby, body lands hard with a loud thud... my breasts and belly wobble from the aftershock of the heavy impact... URRRRRR!!... I moan and groan loudly as I lay on my back spreadeagled... The GASPS of the crowd as I flew through the air are followed by someone yelling "COME ON M'LADY... GET UP!!..."... easier said than done... I roll onto my side, pain etched on my face, clutching my belly and abs and start to try and push myself up to my feet...

Stacy_S: I tilt my head as I roll onto my side. I did what the announcer wanted, I got you off the ropes. And now he's not happy with that and wants you to get up. I roll my eyes, not thinking that's gonna.....oh wait, she's getting up. I hurry to my feet just for the aesthetic of having done so quicker than the formerly airborne Lady......and lean into the ropes to get some momentum. Waiting on you to at least be up to your knees before I rush in. Not as worried about you disrupting things after *that* as I leap up to cover the rest of the distance between us, my legs kicking out as I fly toward you, heels aimed for your jaw as I start to come down....

Lady_Darcy: My whole body is now hurting after I impacted on the canvas, my head is swimming in confusion, but I start pushing to get up... it's a struggle, but I am up onto my knees... and then... OOOOOFFF!!... I had no idea where you were until your feet smack into my jaw with the low drop kick... violently my head recoils, my arms flail out and I going flying backwards... SMACK!!... my head hitting the canvas... I stare up at the ceiling lights... wondering what is happening... something appears above my head...

Lord_Darcy: OH MY GOD!!... I squeal as my wife is drop kicked in the head... her head cracks down against the canvas... I finally think Rosita may be right... I rush across the ring... "BACK OFF STACY!!... BACK OFF!..." I hold out my hand to inidcate for Stacy to stay back... I kneel at my wife's side... "Nicola,... darling... do you want to quit??..." I ask...

Lady_Darcy: Urrr... I moan and groan... I can hear something, not sure what... "Quit"... who said that... I gurgle "No... NO QUIT!..."... then "Help me up!..."

Lord_Darcy: I hear my wife refusing to quit... and then asking me to help her up... I take a deep breath and reach down, my arms cradling her to help her get up...

Lady_Darcy: I feel arms around me, pulling me up... I'm on my feet, standing... wobbling like a drunk... my hair now bedraggled, my face severely bruised, welts all over my body, my eyes glassy... I pull up my fists into a loose guard and wobble on my legs, my thick, curvy, body, trembling and shaking... "COME ON BITCH!!..." I mumble... "I AIN'T NO QUITTER!!..."...

Stacy_S: That was one hell of a show to watch from where I landed. Some other girl barking at the announcer to call the fight, and he goes in to do so. In that moment my heart sinks. I wanted to put on a better show than a win by quit. I half-think that him getting you back to your feet is illegal but then it is you two that run this place....so I stay quiet. I watch as the random girl fades back into the crowd. And my appreciation for you goes right back up a few more notches as your voice seems to be your strongest asset right now. Announcing that you won't quit even after being put through what you just were. "Good! I'm not remotely done with you yet either!" Wanting to meet your declaration with one of my own. Seeing the telltale visuals of a bitch on her last legs, I slowly move in. Knowing the caged-animal quip all too well....and you did catch me clean a moment ago when you shouldn't have been able to...... I walk in on you just the same. Showing my fists. Wanting to goad you into thinking they're all you need to worry about. Watching for the first hint of you believing that, before I plant my right foot heel-first in the canvas and look to test that jaw again with a quick, sharply curled snap kick up under the base of it...

Lady_Darcy: The crowd lets out a small cheer as I mumble my defiance... but it turns into a groan of despair as your kick flies in and smacks into my jaw... it's clear I never saw it coming... and if I had I was too dazed and slow to do anything to avoid it... my head snaps back violently, my bedraggled air flying out as a spray of sweat from my head, and saliva from my mouth, launches out over the canvas... I stumble and stagger backwards, wobbling and looking as if I am going to fall... but amazingly I don't, I stay on my feet, swaying from side to side, my head rolling on my shoulders, but still upright... the crowd lets out a cheer, amazed, wondering what I must be made of to take that and stay on my feet,... my arms and fists are slowly flailing around in front of me in an incredibly loose guard... my eyes are half closed... but I am still standing...

Stacy_S: My heart flutters a little more as you - wobbly as a Jenga tower, but still - stay on your feet......I backpedal, and circle away, wanting you to get a wild hair and chase after me again. Wanting nothing more than for the two of us to take the center of this ring for however long you can be there with me. Pursing my lips as I actually see my hand come up in front of my own face and curl a few fingers at you, beckoning you to do exactly that. Wanting it so much, even as I wonder if you'll actually bite and come get me...... my chin dipped, eyes narrowed.....hopeful....

Lady_Darcy: I'm incredibly dazed... I know I'm on my feet... but many other things are a confused blur... I know you're out there somewhere, and for some reason you haven't attacked me... I look around through my half closed eyes... confused, dazed, I don't understand... you seem to be beckoning at me... well, if you want it... then I'll give it to you... I think in a clumsy way... I stumble forward, gritting my teeth... BIG WILD LEFT HAYMAKER... my whole curvy body swinging with the wild punch, not particularly aimed at anything... I pivot and now swing a BIG WILD RIGHT HAYMAKER... UMMMPHHH!!... I exhale loudly as I swing... then coming back to my upright, wobbling, stance, my loose guard up, my hair bedraggled, an extremely dazed look on my face...

Stacy_S: I smile, the side of my brain that usually wakes up in these moments starting to get some ideas on the next handful of things I should do. But then I see the announcer, almost walking in step with you, though a dozen feet away....and I realize I won't have much time to get back into the Lady-pummeling I was doing before I put you down before. I take a deep breath and accept the fact that this has to end now. My thoughts are pulled from worrying about ALL of that as I watch you stumble in my direction and throw what I'm sure to you feels like a fight-ending haymaker of your own. My eyes tracking your wild left fist, following your knuckles...as your punch cuts through the air about three feet from me. I don't, entirely, know how to describe the sound your fans in the seats outside the ring make as they realize that's likely your last gasp. Oh wait... That's incorrect, you're following that left hand up with a right that curves across what would be the same target, if I wasn't three feet away watching with a confused eyebrow raised..... Hearing you all but panting for air after, seeing you stand back up. "Okay....." And the previous thought process takes over. I walk in toward you as your guard isn't really a factor..... and swing for the fences myself with a hellacious right cross out for the broad side of your jaw...

Lady_Darcy: I gasp and puff... my two haymakers took pretty well all that was left in me... I wobble on my legs, dazed, confused... in a bizarre way perhaps waiting to see if my punches hit you... then I find out... URRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!... my jaw snaps to the side... my head rears back violently, sweat and saliva spraying, my bedraggled hair flying out...

Stacy_S: God there's just nothing sweeter than this. The feeling of my bare fist into the base of your jaw, the way your head flips roughly, and your hair, and the bloodied-up saliva, and your guard is just gone now. Open season on the woman who couldn't help but carve into my core at the start. I have a half a mind to make sure your ribs remember me, but I decide this is the most poignant way of putting things to bed. Mostly you. I twist my entire 6'1" frame from my heels up and see just how heavily I can crush the other side of your jaw with my dominant, stronger left fist now..... Opening up as I'd have loved to long, long ago, but taking what I was given in any context is a pretty good backup plan.

Lady_Darcy: My head flops back forward after being sent hurling backwards from your right, I'm completely glassy eyed... my arms and fists drop, my loose guard now completely gone... I just wobble on my legs, my head wobbling on my shoulders... OOOFFF!!... your left smashes into the right side of my head... my head pings to my left, more sweat and saliva spray out, my arms and hair flail outwards...

Lord_Darcy: "NOOOO!!.... NICOLA!!..." I scream

Stacy_S: Finally getting to show you exactly who I am as I am still trying my best to push the stinging bite I still feel in my right side to the back of my mind. Stepping in a little and lifting an upward curled hook into the point of your chin from my right fist..... eyes widening as it feels like my knuckles connected clean with your jaw more directly than intended....

Lady_Darcy: My guard is gone... no defense... I'm pretty well out on my feet... my thick, chubby, legs are holding me up but my upper body is just now a punching ball, wobbling back and forth... I sway back from the left hook to the head... ARRGHH!!... a right uppercut to my jaw, my head snaps up... blood flies out of my mouth along with the saliva... my arms flail out again... someone in the crowd screams... "SHE'S DONE!!... STOP THE FIGHT!... IT'S OVER, SHE'S DONE!..."...

Stacy_S: Oh no you fucking don't..... this bitch deserves this....... -Not sure anyone could hear me, but hoping somehow you did..... Planting my right foot almost directly along your left instep, and posturing up enough to bring my left shoulder in tight. Wanting to pitch a sharp, heavy left hook into your right cheekbone from standing what feels like inches from you....my breath picking up as I'm already chambering my right arm again.....

Lady_Darcy: I'm out on my feet... I have no idea what anyone is saying or is going on... UGH!!... your left smashes into my right cheekbone, and again my head, my eyes now rolled up, snaps to the side, but when my body rolls back to the upright, there's nothing much there on my face, my mouth hanging open, my eyes, rolled up, my breasts and shoulders sagging, my head droops forward...

Stacy_S: You're gone...... but you haven't quit. And you're still somehow upright. By the rules as I think I heard them, that means this isn't over. I see your full body wanting to fall forward, so I sidle right in against you and straighten you up. My 6'1" frame more than the right size to settle you in on your feet and get a good look at what's being done to you, before I push back a half step and fire out with my right hand again. Realizing I'd pulled my fingers as tight as I could, as I drive a knuckles-first cross into the left side of your mouth...... Seems I was intending to catch your jaw again as I recoil a little from catching what I think was a tooth...

Lady_Darcy: As I start to fall you move into me and grab me... holding me up... the crowd starts to howl their disapproval... "SHE'S DONE!!... LET HER FALL!!... STOP THIS!!..."... you push me upright and then follow up with a stinging right into my mouth... blood flies out and something else... but I know nothing about it... I sway on my legs and am about to fall again...

Stacy_S: I pause, my eyes trace that 'something else' ...... and the sides of my mouth curl up all Grinchlike as I figure out you literally have no damned clue where you are or how much trouble you got yourself into. "Nighty night, Nicola....." There are voices in my head telling me to drag this out, punish you, go on until someone else MAKES me stop....but I know. And if you had a synapse still functioning in your brain you would to. I bring my left arm up, being a southpaw, it had to end with this one. Idly flexing my bicep, knowing you can't see it......and going for one last step in toward you. Moving to all but walk clean past you to your left side, so when I bring my left fist out, down, and IN to the point of your jaw, my full 6'1" 190lb frame is behind it. Following through sharply enough that my elbow smacks into the side of your head as I pass, making it look like I was heading for the corner of the ring, though I'm going to stay right by wherever it is you land, as I'm not ready to leave the ring just yet.

Lady_Darcy: I'm completely out on my feet, I have no idea of you bicep flexing or that the left is coming, it smacks into my jaw with a devastating effect as you lean your full body weight, from your full height, into the punch. My head goes, back, blood, saliva, sweat all flying, my arms flail out as I arch backwards... nothing left to hold me up I just topple backwards down onto my back with a huge... THUD!... as my big body hits the canvas with a devastating impact... but I never felt, I was out cold long before I hit the canvas... for a moment my breasts wobble with the aftershock, but then I just lay still on the canvas... my arms and legs spreadeagled... tits and belly up... motionless...

Lord_Darcy: The crowd GASPS in horror as my wife goes down... "NOO... NOO..." I yell and then start to rush across the ring towards my wife and Stacy...

Stacy_S: I raise a fist, in front of a ring, announcer, and crowd who didn't want this at all. Knowing even after how this went, I likely didn't win over any new fans. After all, I obliterated *their* girl..... I only now realize how much red is on my hands, and any spatters that made it onto my chest, or arms, or the canvas around us...... but I'm not done yet. I push forward to drop down over you, right hand going behind your head as I straddle you, bringing your head in between my breasts and riding your core a little as I can't bring myself to stop just yet..... Making a show of it so someone will have something to remind you of when you wake up..... Smothering you out despite you being LONG since knocked out.....

Lord_Darcy: Before I can reach Stacy and my wife, the big American blonde drops down on top of her fallen opponent and starts to choke her with a... breast smother!... I reeach Stacy and grab her shoulders, pulling her off of Nicola... "ENOUGH!... ENOUGH!..." I yell.... Quickly I release Stacy and then return to my wife, kneeling down beside her, I cradle her battered head in my arms... "IT'S OVER!!... IT'S OVER!!... SHE'S OUT!!..." I cry... I look over at Stacy... "YOU'RE THE WINNER!!..." then I look back at my wife and brush her bedraggled hair to one side out of her bruised face and gently say... "Sweetie, maybe it's time you retired from this?..."

Stacy_S: Yipping surprised as I'm flatly yanked off of my fallen prey. My mind clearing in that moment as my ear gets yelled into. "Yeah she is..." as he calls her out..... I see that everyone's attention is on you, and I exit the ring..... grinning like a little girl on her birthday at how my first fight in this new Club went. Looking back over my shoulder as you haven't moved from where I dropped you. Wondering if we'll get paired up in the ring again soon...

Published: 2022-07-24, viewed 401 times.