Mouthguard Dropping League

Charlotte_Anne_Davis: It's been a few weeks since Charlotte's last match. There's only mild soreness now, but she moves past it as the hinge creaks on the shutting door behind her. She'd left her jacket at the rack, sporting her black boxing gear and grey gloves as she sizes up her opponent. "... Heh, not bad. You look pretty tough." A smirk plays on Charlotte's lips, as a determination rises in her. She's been on somewhat of a losing streak... but she has a good feeling about tonight.

 

Fightingwriting: Tiffany nods up at Charlotte, sporting a warm smile as she approached her. “All the best, ok?”, she spoke. She was aware of her opponent’s losing streak but didn’t want to rub it in her face. A good fighter didn’t need to. She extended her arms for a glove tap

Charlotte_Anne_Davis: Charlotte appreciates that, more than she'll ever show. She extends her left, spreading her legs apart just enough to kickstart footwork. "Yeah, same to you." She feels almost bad for what she plans to do to this woman...

Fightingwriting: Tiffany breathed out a deep sigh, entering a relaxed mindset. She circles around Charlotte slowly, lightly jabbing her guard. A heavy right cross charges in, trying to barge past her opponent’s guard

Charlotte_Anne_Davis: A light exhale focuses Charlotte's vision. Jaw set, she leaps into action. The light jab slides off her advancing guard, before she kicks down to strafe left. Right cross opens the side... Tiffany's in for the meanest liver shot she's ever experienced, shoveled towards her side as a left hook.

Fightingwriting: Her eyes widen as she heaves. This early on in the match? Tiffany stumbles away, coughing as her abs tense up and wobble. She furrows her brow as she forces herself to focus, trying to bring her arms up from cradling her stomach. But the pain was too much. Her liver was crying for help.

Charlotte_Anne_Davis: Bingo. Charlotte moves in for a killing combo—left jab to the mouth, right hook to the ribs, then a left uppercut aimed at the chin. Charlotte plans to take Tiffany to the wall.

Fightingwriting: Tiffany bit on her mouthguard as the left jab hit her mouth. The right hook to the ribs knocked the breath out of her, but she couldn’t even try and get it back with the left uppercut to the chin. Spit sprayed out of her mouth as she staggered into the wall, arms spread either side as she tried to keep her balance. Tiffany’s head felt a bit groggy. But she was a tank. It wouldn’t be easy to take her down…surely…

Charlotte_Anne_Davis: No hesitation... Charlotte moves in with a left. right. left. Blows aimed right above Tiffany's navel. A brutal focus glints in her eyes as she aims to reduce Tiffany's abs into a misshapen bed of bruises.

Fightingwriting: Grunts and groans escape her mouth as she was pinned against the wall. Out of desperation, Tiffany sent a right cross into Charlotte’s head, hoping it would back her away. Her liver screamed in agony as her stomach as attacked further. Tiffany could feel the bumps in the bricks dig into her back

Charlotte_Anne_Davis: Pinned by force against the wall... this isn't a ring. A right cross without wind-up from behind a set of ropes barely makes Charlotte flinch. Not even a sound as she resumes work after the impact. She machineguns Four more alternating punches towards Tiffany's guts, making sure to strike the same spot again and again, before aiming an ascending left straight at Tiffany's mouth. She finishes the combo with a gnarly right hook aimed at the ribs, and then a left uppercut, meant to cruelly shovel into Tiffany's bowel area around the navel.

Fightingwriting: Tiffany looked in despair as her right cross yielded no result. She moaned out as four punches drilled into her gut, her abs slacking as her stomach reddened. The left straight up drew drool from her mouth, which dripped onto the floor as she coughed after the right hook. Tiffany’s legs went weak after the left uppercut, but she managed to stay on her feet. She clinched up loosely with Charlotte, gasping and wheezing for air as saliva trickled down the side of her mouth. She pressed her head on her opponent and whimpered, the pain in her abdomen getting harder to bear

Charlotte_Anne_Davis: It's a beautiful moment, sloppy with spit as Charlotte supports Tiffany with her right arm wedged under her opponent's left armpit. Their breasts squeeze against one another as Charlotte holds their gazes locked. "Poor girl... want me to end it?" Charlotte coos, her voice soft as silk in the exchange of their breaths... before she jams her left hook into Tiffany's liver, removes it, and jams it again. "You fought well."

Fightingwriting: Tiffany didn’t believe what Charlotte was saying. But she couldn’t debate it as she drove two left hooks into her liver. Tiffany’s legs gave way, a thick blob of spit escaping past her lips as she clung desperately onto Charlotte’s shoulders. Her drool drips onto her opponent’s breasts as she cried gently in pain, her mouthguard loosened out of position

Charlotte_Anne_Davis: Warm sputum splashes onto Charlotte's breasts, and she clicks her tongue. "Had enough yet?" The supporting arm lifts Tiffany slightly to rest her back against the wall. Charlotte breathes a warm wisp of air down Tiffany's neck as she leans in to whisper. "You could just give up..." Truthfully, she doesn't relish in torturing her opponents. But when they refused to go down like this... well, it feels like a challenge. She burrows her right uppercut deep into Tiffany's guts, without so much as a warning. Against the hard brick wall, she squashes and malforms the woman's intestines until her fist makes contact with Tiffany's spine. It's a thundering impact that rings across the closed basement.

Fightingwriting: Tiffany heaves, a heavy glob of spit carrying her mouthguard down to the concrete floor. Her legs quivered as she tried to fight against the pain. In many fights Tiffany had taken bad pain, but had come back to win the fight. Could she do so here? Charlotte’s fist reforming her intestines and hitting her spine told otherwise. Tiffany’s legs finally gave way as she dropped to her knees, coughing as she doubled over, staring with a daze as the boring concrete floor. A concoction of blood and saliva flowed from Tiffany’s mouth, her head light and her stomach bulging purple

Charlotte_Anne_Davis: "Come on... say the words, babe." Charlotte's voice is a haunting purr. She's counting in her head, but... it's be so much more satisfying to hear those three beautiful words. `I give up`.

Fightingwriting: Charlotte’s taunting energised. Tiffany reached out for her mouthguard with her glove, dropping it on the first attempt before managing to stuff it into her mouth. Tiffany chomped down before she slowly rose up. Her legs were shaking, but her back straightened out. She hadn’t given any confirmation of resuming the match yet, though…she was still weighing up her options

Charlotte_Anne_Davis: Charlotte heaves a sigh. She can't help but respect an opponent so willing to stand back up against all odds. No matter how this looked. "... Give up. Don't make me break you." She says again, dangling the temptation before Tiffany. All this pain, all this agony, the nausea, the bleed... it can all stop. With three words. The crossroads before her take the form of an extended glove. "Tap, and there'll be no more mercy."

Fightingwriting: Tiffany blocked out Charlotte’s words, no matter how helpful they were. She had little fight in her left, and she was already considerably injured. But it would take a lot for her to give up. If she did, Tiffany would always feel like she could’ve won. But getting knocked out on a surface like this could yield bad results. Would she rather lose the fight, or the battle?….”….I-…..I give up”. Tiffany’s head bows in shame as her cheeks puff, her stomach scolding her for such decision with a wave of pain. She winces and clutches her stomach

Charlotte_Anne_Davis: A smile plays on Charlotte's lips, as she lunges in. This time, to support her opponent. "Easy there..." Stripping off her gloves, she throws them to the side before helping Tiffany keep her footing, one arm under her armpit and the other at the waist. "Sweet moves... maybe you'll get me next time."

Fightingwriting: Tiffany didn’t seem to pay attention to Charlotte’s comforting words. She leans on the woman, gently whimpering and groaning. Tiffany deflated as Charlotte supported her, weakly holding her sides. “I-I think a lie d-down might be good…ugh….”

Charlotte_Anne_Davis: Charlotte loops Tiffany's arm over her shoulder, breathing easy as she supports the woman by the hip from behind. "Yeah, sounds like a plan." A smile plays on her lips. "You can lick your wounds in peace upstairs."