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Starring
Sometimes, all it takes is a wrong turn. Hard day at work, and you want a place to kick back and pop open a cold one... a place where you won't be judged. Marketing was fierce for this seedy dive bar, and yet, there was something almost lowkey about it. The crowd formed is unnatural⸻everyone from office workers to fight enthusiasts, who somehow learned about the nighttime entertainment planned. The galleries are built from barstools and cushioned chairs alike, arranged curving around the floodlit boxing ring. In the red corner, I survey the crowd with a keen curiosity flashing across my eyes... Dressed to kick ass in black, with bright red gloves wreathing my fists like flames, I take in the ambience as the golden backlights meld seamlessly into the harsh luminance coating the ring. Cameras at every turn, their flashes breaking the monotony brought about by the bustling murmurs. They swirl into a mix of anticipation, excitement, and... small talk. An oxymoronic backdrop, to say the least... but who am I to complain? Who am I at all...? Xuanyu: That's who. “Seems the girl of the hour's finally due! Everyone, say hello!” Confetti pops off at every turn, much to my surprise. A stoic face keeps it from showing, though. “HEEERE SHEEEE COOOOMES !!” The announcer has the time of his life introducing tonight's opponent. Curiosity tugs at me intensely, as butterflies pervade my toned stomach... I guess everything's about to start making sense.
The people in the underground bar may be there already chanting, shouting, raring to see another beautiful bout, but is it really JUST for you? the crowd was still talking about you when all of a sudden, a dreamy atmosphere appeared throughout the caged underground arena, as the white smokes of dry ice starts engulfing the whole floor, sparkling white and pink lights were scattered around every corners of the ring, with those comes some soothing music coming from the audio set, playing Karera (Race) by Bini, the people were buzzing, awaiting as some silhouette appeared from the entrance door. From those shadows I would finally show up, much to the surprise of the people surrounding us, with my 8 oz boxing gloves, some ponytails, and a predominantly pink and white boxing outfit, if you could call it one, starts walking into the cage, people were initially shocked, she is fighting this ONE? as I waved and flaunted my own body in front of my newfound fans, the referee would ask me to remove the earrings before finally entering the door, as I gave you a smooth flying kiss, before facing the suddenly roaring crowd, definitely thew knew who was BLYTHE the DIAMANTE 💎, just not believe their own eyes
My eyebrow rises... where had I seen you before? From the phantoms of peripheral memory, a single flash breams through, glistening across my icy gaze as recognition. "... Hah. A wrestler?" Blythe the Diamante⸻a name I'd heard in passing⸻it certainly explains the crowd and cameras! I let out a chortle, still leaning casually against my turnbuckle. "Wow... Guess it's my lucky day. I get to lay a celebrity out flat." My head cocks as I lock eyes with you. Seems the crowd's just as flabbergasted by the audacity oozing from my voice. "What's someone like you doing at a shithole like this? Got bored of chewing on that silver spoon?" Ooooh from the crowd. Maybe a bit hypocritical, those words...? Perhaps. But Xuanyu isn't known to be wealthy. Only rich. Rich in knockout power. I slam my gloves together and walk to the centre, where we stare down before receiving instructions.
I took a quick glance at your face, never seen such a young person, probably more like the same age as me. Was she a CHAMPION? She's just too young to be standing here as a champ, more like an undefeated one, but I'm not the one unfazed at all, although I grew up a celebrity, I was also raised by a family of warriors, two of my brothers are boxers of their own right, and my uncle was a renowned arnis practitioner. Certainly I wasn't easily intimidated. But I knew a fighter when I see one, her aura was blazing with it, and her slashing words, made me realize I'm going to have some rough night, one way or the other. I approached her in the center of the ring, not minding the racuous crowd, "maybe you're underestimating me, Hun, but wait till my punches hit those lips of yours and decide if your words still holds true..." I offered her my gloves in front of you.
"... Oh, I'm gonna enjoy taking you apart. Piece. by. piece." Seems you've got a bite, even to your bark. So few words, and yet, they're delivered with efficiency, unfazed by the psychological warfare I'm used to straddling my opponents with before the bell even rings! Let's see if you box half as well as you talk. There's honour to the beginning of any bout, and I intend to keep it respectful, despite my talk. Our gloves tap as we're given our instructions. Eight rounds, three minutes each... and don't expect any coddling from the referee. I see him; receding blond hairline, chilling green eyes, and a gnarly scar over his left eye. The whole nine yards of a man who's seen some shit. He probably wouldn't flinch if I splashed your blood onto him in a follow-through. We tap gloves, and are told to return to our corners... And trust me when I say, I plan to come out swinging the moment that bell goes off. The seconds crawl by, towing the wires of tension weaving the air like a suffocating net. Drip... drip... drip... RRRRIIIING! It begins.
While you were focusing your attention on the referee, my eyes were simply locked in with you, and you alone. Forget the people around chanting and yelling vigorously in front of us, I remember my coach telling me about you: "This bitch is going all the way, I'm warning you, stay on your guard, pounce when she's at her most vulnerable spot, this round is about control. Control this ring as if you're owning the stage," I simply nodded at the coach, put my white mouthpiece on, and pumped in my two pink gloves together, stretching both my arms once, twice, before the bell rings, The people's screams were heard outside the underground pit. IT'S ON!!! I quickly had some footworks on, as if I'm inviting you to come at me.. Hands definitely up.
Don't drag it out, Xuan... this one's a shark,” says my own coach, as I bite down on my mouthguard, brimming with confidence. The bells toll for she who wins, and she who strikes first, strikes decisively... she claims victory. “Wrangle her, slip, and end it.” I need one shot. With a curt nod, I lash out as soon as the bell rings! Control is something I don't let you have⸻as the phantom of my image lingers in the wake of my whirlwind motion. My stance is frontal, fists up, as I centre myself almost akin to a heavyweight! Until I blitz past the distance between us. «SWOOSH! THWIP THWIP SWISH!!» I'm in your face before the second elapses, before breath or sight, and unleash a left-right jab combo at your head. Is it a test? Discern that if you want, while I chamber my right and unleash a left hook at your floating rib with the ferocity of a tigress! A half-step backpedal is swift, as I prep for counters.
[r1 - 02:57]
One second in, and you're already charging in towards me, like a ferocious tigress in search of a gazelle. It's fine so far as I was already in a defensive stance, swooshing in some jabs from my 65' reach, trying to cover up the distance between us, and to keep you at bay as well. Yet you were unrelenting, still weaving in towards me, as your punches start wheezing in inches from my face, I kept patient, yet when your hook was blocked with my arm, I noticed it stings with some power, wincing on it despite not really being hit with it, I didn't engage, keeping you frustrated since you seemed ready for anything. I kept back, still jabbing my right hands randomly, or is it really random?
(r1 - 02:48)
A soft growl looses from between my lips... your defence is as impeccable as they come, as I shake off the stray jab that caught my cheek in our exchange. Still, a laser-sharp focus keeps me almost floating, my steps mere spectres of the past as I glide in and out of your range... before blitzing forward with a ghost step, tucking my compact frame in keeping with the rhythm of your right jab, slipping it with finesse before I bring my right uppercut smashing towards your navel. I load in and fire a swift left backfist at head level too, before strafing right. I'll find your peripheral edge...
(r1 - 02:40)
You are definitely speedy, I could tell as you easily weaves my jabs in and out, keeping it in and out of my range, Yet you still blitzed forward despite all my defense, guards still up, and then, BAAAMMM!!! I felt your uppercut smashing it on my navel, eyes a little watery and mouth guard a little protruded yet my hands still had a good block on your backfists on my head.. I made a full backstep towards the ropes, my pink gloves ready to engage now.
(r1 - 02:33)
That impact vibrates through my knuckles... a feeling of pure bliss and satisfaction to go with the adrenal rush. My hunter's instincts tingle, as I get my rhythm back. Defence? I'll blow right through it, just as I have against every other fool who's played this game with me~ In lockstep with your retreat, I advance. You're in my strike zone, and I lob another left at your right lumbar region, aiming another crack of lightning at those abs. My right then sails with my hip momentum, shooting my leg drive into a midline hook at your obliques, before my left snaps an ascending jab aimed at your chin!
(r1 - 02:27)
This girl's fist surely speaks of volumes, without any signs of defense, now you suddenly charge at me, again, with your punches again marking it's way down to my right ribs, wincing in pain, while my oblique strikes were simply thwarted by my left arm, now I'm leaning into the ropes, as your straight was trying to reach on my chin, I was finally had a chance for an opening, using my right glove to parry your jab through the side of my head, as I find my left hand slashing itself towards your cheeks, hoping it would derail your tracks even with a single moment. you want a piece of me? You have to earn it, lil tigress!!
(r1 - 02:18)
«SWISH! CRACK!» "Hgg!" Your left scythes with a gouging bite into my cheek, and I thank my stars for the rhythm that had set up a half-step backpedal. I'm hit, but I reel with the force, a mild splash of spittle flying. Yet, my hips pivot on my rock-solid root, feet planted after the slackening from my failed retreat. My weight shifts as I spring back in the middle of your follow-through. My upper body whirls counterclockwise, charging my right hook with wicked momentum as it rockets towards that sweet spot just beneath your ear. I'll have that piece... and so much more! That's the glimmer of flashing instinct in my eyes. They practically bleed an afterglow from the kinetic storm that is my onslaught.
(r1 - 02:14)
Despite being hit with a counter, your face remained fierce as half a step forward and you would have been hit directly, but instead you shifted your weight, pivoting yourself into far right your right hook charging itself into the back of my ear.. Yet all I saw at that time is your exposed tummy, just as your hook wheezed into the back of my ear, I would throw two nasty one two punch (left cross*pluck* right hook *thwack!!!) and it could have been three if..."Fuckk~" and suddenly my balance becomes a little unstable, your hook was just grazed slightly to my ear yet it caused me to squint my eyes a little, now back to zero as I leaned into the ropes. Again..
(r1 - 02:06)
«Pluck! Thwack!» Your left-right combo lands clean⸻and it takes all the air in my lungs. I have to swallow that upsurge of saliva. My face twists into agony as I power through and nail you with the right! Or so I thought... but you're more slippery than an eel. It's aggravating. I decide to mix it up, abs recovering as I keep you on the ropes! "HYAH! HAH!" My aggression explodes with a quick right jab at your nose, before I switch up to a brutal left liver hook⸻anticipating your guard going up against the jab.
(r1 - 01:59)
I wouldn't know for sure, but your face showed like more humanlike than before as you showed your first signs of vulnerability, yet just like every other warriors, you decided to soldier on, pinning me on the ropes, bouncing me forward as it took both my arms to block that single jab on my face, leaving my abs for a good TTHHWWACCKKK!!! your left hook bangs loudly on my rib cage, grazing them while I let out a loud ooooffffttttt!!! In desperation I would cling my warm sweaty body into yours, throwing some punches on your side, more likely to earn some points rather than hurt you really.. "think you can bully me down cause I'm an actress? Think again, lil tigress 😉"
(r1 - 01:50)
I click my tongue, as I missed, before crunching forward and tightening my abs. Your blows pepper my side, but I growl, more annoyed by your attempted clinch. With a burst of strength, I leverage your arms from the inside, before pushing out to break contact. What follows is a brutal right jab left cross combo. I try to capitalize on blowing your arms apart to plough them into your head. I end with a tuck in, before a right straight rockets towards your upper abdomen. "Don't think I'm following your silly little script, ya old hag!"
(r1 - 01:44)
As I tried to hug into your arms, you suddenly powered yourself up, locking me up on my arms before giving me a good shove, sending my body two steps back, as you wheezed in some jabs cross combo, defending them with my face, snapping and grazing my cheeks, it was nice of you giving me a strong shove, any closer and it would knock me out. Your rage, and probably your frustrations starts to get ahead of you as you suddenly lunged a straight right to my abs, my left guard are certainly down, but is enough enough to deflect your strike, as my orthodox hand, despite being blown back a second ago, came back with a flawless counter targeting into your left ribs, Hope you're liking this short, lil tigress!!!
(r1 - 01: 37)
«THWAP!» "HRRK!" Your right connects with a sickening impact. I let out a pained groan, body jolted by your counter to my ribs. It's a stabbing kind of pain... my features scrunch up as my eyes narrow. My breaths grow heavier... but I'm not caving quite yet! I stay in close, engaging you head on in this slugfest as I pump a left uppercut towards your navel, before shooting my right hook low at your obliques. It's time for a real bruisin'.
(r1 - 01:26)
My breathing became heavier after your relentless body shots, but so far, after that eardrum scare moments ago, I was already cleared my head of it. Your stubborn attack on my body starts to hurt my blocking arm too, as your uppercut intended to my navel starts to sting my left arm as well, maybe I could take some more, I thought, as you go low on my obliques, my left hook start bending right towards your ears, trying to mess up with your balance as well.
(r1 - 01:15)
My strikes pummel against your ironclad guard, as my right hook sinks into your obliques! The impact up my arm is absolutely euphoric... or it would be, if my focus wasn't completely on your counter. «CRACK !» Your left slices through the air and finds its mark on my cheek, which is already reeling in retreat. I let out a soft grunt, but recover with a single step back... before advancing with a bloodthirsty look in my eyes. "Come on! Keep up!" I roar, tucking in and pivoting on my hip before whipping forth a right jab aimed at your upper abdomen. In the same motion, I shift my weight leftwards to step into my strafe, before unleashing a bullet of a left cross aimed at the base of your jaw! It comes in from your periphery, and falls like lightning with a crack of the air sliced apart by my advancing strike. My whole body twists to put my weight into that strike! "HRRAAGH!"
(r1 - 01:09)
This lil tigress continue to keep up the moment she ate yet another counterpunch, as my punches had yet to stop you. But I've defended your strikes pretty well, too, as you wanted to forge forward with a familiar Dempsey roll, punches that would pivot side by side really quickly, "Not this early, punk!!!" As I wasn't looked way too impressed, stepping up one full step forward as you are going for my ribs and jaw, the closer I am, the less dangerous those rolls looked, before I would send a left hook and right cross combo driving them into your chest to leave you heaving out for air, just as your right comes banging down on my ribs, wincing my face on pain now, as I looked my ribs began to turn red..
Blythe: (r1: 0:59)
My eyes momentarily widen when you bulldoze towards my blows! My left chambered, but not yet unleashed, is forced to shore up a half guard as your combo drives towards my chest. Luckily, I'm mid-strafe, letting me effectively parry those blows, even if the first did hit with a sharp impact against my sternum with my own left glove. "Hkh!" But I'm far from hit decisively. My leftward strafe is something I continue, as we dance into parallel with the ropes! I can't fire my left, but my right lashes out with a brutal uppercut aimed at your lower abs, just above where your waistband would be. Risky, but I know my aim is true.
(r1 - 0:56)
You seemed to be a little surprised, considering I took my first risk for this bout and had some considerable success, with you on the defensive against my shots finally. Seemed like you're feeling them too, as we grooved along the ropes, when you goes low, I went high, first snapping my orthodox hand , bending them midair, before drifting downwards towards the side of your jaw. Some risk are worth taking, as I'm about to take a nasty uppercut to my navel, again, bracing for impact..
(r1 - 00:51)
«THWACK!!» Two hits, utterly simultaneous. It's like the two sounds merged into one, as the crack of lightning sears across my jaw just as my fist burrows into your lower abdomen. I'm sent staggering, my left elbow resting on the ropes as I straighten myself some three steps away... For the first time, the lightning fast pace of this match lets up, and I flash a smirk your way. My right wipes a small blood trail from a cut on my lip off my chin... before I lick the wound shut with a sadistic gleam in my eyes. "Not bad... Not bad at all."
(r1 - 00:32)
I let out a small ooooffffttttt, considering the damage I've taken from my navel, I started gasping more considerably, as I approach this lil tigress making a forward stance once, twice, cautiously, "y-yeah, and... Hhuuuuffftttt... Prepare for more..." Sending both my fists consecutively, crossing on my left while surging my right upwards, cutting through your abs, still puffing, but giving you and the crowd and exploding finish as the clock starts ticking down to zero...
(r1 - 0: 22)
I move in, and deftly guard against your left cross, but let out an "Oomph!" as your right burrows into my abs. Face twisted in discomfort, I feel the toll the continuous exchanges have taken on me, losing a bit of air and spit, before growling and locking in with a vicious right overhand slicing at your jaw, followed by a chamber, then a left hook aiming just under the ribs. Liver or obliques... I want to gouge into one. The clock ticks down.
(r1 - 0:09)
The timekeeper taps some wood on the table thrice as the round draws near. Got me a good slice on the jaw, which made my cheeks flinch, before scurrying off to block my ribs low as you ducked low, which was fairly successful. Just barely, as your hook meets my throwing right cross, which somehow weakened some cross-jab-hook three punch combo intended to your open jaws. We would have stayed on each other for some more, if not for the referee intervening, waving off as the action filled first round had come to a close.
DING! DING! DING!!! (r1 - 0:00)
Seems I disrupted your rhythm there, as my guard soaks up what would have been a devastating combo. I stay rooted, stance fully straight as I receive the blows to my weaving forearms. DING! DING! DING!!! And just like that, the first round draws to a close. I level a glare at you as the referee splits us apart... before sticking my tongue out in a mocking manner. As if to say, you were saved by the bell~ But I know better than that... this is the most pitched fight I've had. Nobody has weathered the storm that is my blows like this before. As I return to my corner, I begin to think. The stool feels cold, but it barely fazes me as my coach removes my mouthguard for a quick rinse, and I gulp down a few sips of water.
My cornerman was calmly talking to me, while his assistants were busy tending some bruises I got from that intense first round. I slumped on my stool and even gritted my teeth as one of them massaged my navel area finding it troublesome as coach was giving me some advices. "That lady tends to lean forward against you. Strike them with your cross between her... Hey are you alright?" he asked, seeing my discomfort, I nodded, to which my coach added, "Protect your guts, she's going to cut off your air before she cut off hers." I opened my mouth as my assistant let's me hydrate with water. "We are fucking down a round. Be more aggressive and use your main weapons whenever you have a chance.." I gave him a quick nod, before biting off my mouth guard in, strikes my gloves on, ready for the next round..
“Lijie... you must not get caught in her counters.” My coach calmly explains. “She is in your head. Calm yourself, and strike true.” I frown. Esoteric as usual... this old geezer loves talkin' in riddles. My dirty look coaxes a sigh. “Reflect when the stakes are lower, I suppose. You cannot commit to direct attacks against such a good defence. Make sure to trip her up.” I chuckle in response. "Yeah, I hear ya," I say, before grabbing the bottle out of the cornerman's hand and gulping it down. Never had a problem with stitches. "Thanks, coach." I say with a smack of my lips, as my mouthguard is inserted back in. I bite down with a smirk. "I'll make sure it ends this round." The bell's about to ring... I stand up, roll my shoulders, and prepare myself for round 2.
(To be continued)
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