THE SWEETEST SCIENCE

15:34 Tifa_Lockhartt: Costa Del Sol is the perfect place to visit if you're looking to relax your back, let the sun kiss your skin and eat and drink delicious stuff. However there's plenty of room for competition as well, either chess, swimming and the gym! Inside the gym of Costa Del Sol a name is always mentioned: Tifa Lockhart, the muscle mentor of every girl who wish to train hard, but also the champion of the female boxing division. Today's the day of judgment, as Carlotta steps into the ring to face Tifa in a boxing bout! Tifa was already in the gym—practicing some wrestling with Amina and other fans of her, surprisingly this time Amina was the one who made Tifa submit this time, a backbreaker that is. Tifa stands up, fully stretched and reaches for the apron—not yet inside of the ring, Tifa wants to meet Carla before entering the ring together. A beautiful beach wear, but also sporty bikini covers her beautiful curves and her warm smile is ready to welcome her opponent!

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15:48 Valenzuela: Costa del Sol might be paradise for most.....sun, sand, cocktails, laughter.....but today it feels like an arena, and the gym is my coliseum. Word has traveled quickly here: the name on everyone’s lips isn’t the sun or the sea, it’s Tifa Lockhart. The so-called champion, the darling of the female boxing division, the “muscle mentor” who trains every girl chasing strength. But I didn’t come here for the sun, or the smiles. I came here to test her. I step into the gym, barefoot, the sound of the mat beneath me drowned by the chatter of fans and fighters. I spot her immediately, confident, still stretching after sparring, her curves wrapped in that sporty bikini that makes her look more goddess than gladiator. She’s smiling, glowing, already loved by everyone in the room. I adjust my red bikini top and green bikini bottoms, coming straight from the beach. I walk forward, steady and unshaken, my eyes never leaving hers. “So… this is Costa del Sol’s champion,” I say, my voice carrying across the gym. My smirk is small, sharp. “They tell me you’re the best. Let’s find out if that’s true, or if the beach has made you soft.” I roll my shoulders, raise my gloves chest-high, and nod toward the ring. “Step in with me, Lockhart. Let’s see how your smile looks after a few rounds.” 

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15:53 Tifa_Lockhartt: I put my right hand on my hip, looking at you as you arrive at the scene. Cloud, Aerith and Yuffie, my closest friends walk up close to the ring to finally watch the match. I keep my soft, warm smile up—to welcome a boxer twice my age, foreigner of this land—but the experience may not help her today. The body is well built, just like mine—maybe a little less muscular, but the definition is insane! I wrap my white and dark blue gloves around my fists as I listen, then give you a nod "if a true competition is what you're looking for, then you're in the right place! I will show you why I'm the champ!" I climb the ring ladders and enter the ring, Aerith slips my white mouthguard in, helping me out as I get in position, looking at you with my soft red eyes, ready at any moment to prove my worth!

15:59 Valenzuela: I let out a short laugh as you climb into the ring, your friends gathering like disciples to watch their saint of Costa del Sol do battle. The warm smile you wear doesn’t fool me, behind it, I can already see the fighter’s fire flickering, waiting to burn. I step toward the apron, planting one bare foot on the first rung, then pull myself up, slow and deliberate, never breaking eye contact. I pop in my mouth guard, then insert my hands into a red glove, and the a green glove. “Mexico in one hand… victory in the other,” I mutter under my breath, raising them both chest-high, letting the colors speak for me. I bite down on my own mouthguard, feeling it click into place, and roll my shoulders loose. My body may be smaller than yours, my years heavier, but my fists are still quick, still heavy, still mine. I nod once, sharply. “You say you’re the champ here, Tifa? Then prove it. Because I didn’t cross the sea for a smile, I came for a fight.” I tap my green glove twice against my red one, the sound echoing off the gym walls, and slide into my stance, eyes locked on your soft red gaze. 

16:11 Tifa_Lockhartt: "My smile will shine as always, no matter what you throw at me. I will always be myself.. don't worry, I will make sure to kick your ass as you're wishing to!" I stretch my arms above my head, then I wink at the side to the guys I've beaten in the past summer. They're here to watch me succeed as their mentor, so I look back at you and tap my gloves as well, waiting for the bell to signal us to commence! "You want a battle? I will give you one, just don't cry when I'll beat you!" The ref quickly checks on us before going to the middle to ring the bell and step back. I raise both my white gloves in front of my mouth, my eyes fixed on your shoulders but they also look up to meet your glare. I extend my right arm, looking to touch your glove with mine before circling to your right, looking for any flaw in your defence. My toned, lean body flexes every muscle in my body

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16:23 Valenzuela: The bell rings, and so I move out quickly, my chest heaving with each step as I take sharp breaths of air. I let out a low chuckle as I hear your words, my shoulders rolling loose while my white gloves shift and twitch in front of me.......“Cry? Heh, niña, you’ll see who ends up crying before this night is done.” You move to my right, looking for openings, but I keep my guard up, my left glove extended somewhat, right glove kept back towrds my chin in reserve. Then I step towards you.....give you a smirk....then JAB....JAB.....with my left....towrds your chin....wanting to keep your guard high, so I can try to step closer, drop my right glove, dip at my knees and try to pound a right uppercut into your navel....

16:44 Tifa_Lockhartt: Yuffie climbs onto the apron, waving her arms and shouting to the outside of the gym “Guys, get your butts in here! Tifa's in the ring against a powerhouse, you don’t wanna miss this!!” Soon more people start filling the place, crowding around the apron, their cheers echoing. As you move forward and dip down I bet I’m quicker, so I swing my left glove straight at your nose, as you exposed your face quite a bit. But in that moment your right fist is already rising up toward my stomach and I didn't expect it. I hit you clean on the face the same instant your glove slams into my belly, the smack of leather echoing loud. My abs weren't ready, your glove sinks in my belly, afrom the blow my breath rushes out in a moan "uuuff!". The impact of your glove makes my breast bounce up and down like jelly. but I keep my ground and smile through the sting as this is nothing for me. At the same time my punch leaves its mark. The crowd explodes at the sight of us hitting each other clean. Yuffie jumps like a maniac on the apron, screaming “Double hit! That’s what I’m talking about!!” Aerith gasps, covering her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide as she watches me absorb your uppercut. Cloud just crosses his arms with a serious look, muttering loud enough for the front row to hear, “She can take it. Tifa won’t go down that easy.” Their voices mix with the roar of the gym as I raise my gloves back in guard, red eyes locked on you. I take a step back then quickly come back at you, going for a right and a left jab at your face to put some pressure back!

17:21 Valenzuela: Your jab thuds against my face, snapping my head back with a grunt, and the crowd’s roar buzzes in my ears. My uppercut left its mark too, and I see the way your body jolted when it sank into your belly.......the exchange makes my lips curl into a crooked grin, blood already hot in my veins. I wipe my nose against my shoulder quickly, then I see your right-left jabs flashing in toward my face. I bring my gloves high, absorbing the first, feeling the sting on my forearm, but I let the second graze across my cheekbone, a sharp sting that reddens the skin. I step into you anyway, ignoring the pain, pushing past the leather thudding against me. My feet grind on the canvas as I close distance, trying to smother your rhythm. My left glove shoots low, aiming a jab toward your ribs to distract, while my right hand coils and then swings in tight with a hook aimed at the side of your jaw. My breath bursts out in a hiss as I throw it, eyes locked on yours, determined to see if you’ll stand your ground or get driven back.

18:03 Tifa_Lockhartt: I see your left glove shoot low, so I slam my elbow down to block it, leather cracking against muscles. The sting travels up my arm but I keep firm, my eyes never leaving yours. Then your right hook swings in tight right after, fast, but I dip down under it, feeling the rush of air as it passes past my head. In that crouch my right glove swings forward in a hard straight aimed straight into your stomach, wanting to make you feel it deep. My feet slide in close as I snap my left upward, an uppercut driving toward your navel, testing if I can smother your stamina myself as you look like a machine. The crowd’s cheers rise even louder at the sudden burst of offense, Yuffie screaming your name and mine both as my arms pump with power, things are yet to get hot in here. "gh!" i grunt while blocking the first punch, but I don't let my confidence falter.

18:08 Valenzuela: Your elbow clamps down on my jab, thudding against bone, and I hiss through my mouthguard. Then I feel the rush as my hook slices past air, missing clean. From below you drive that straight: WHUMP! it punches into my belly, folding me forward some, the burn spreading deep. Your uppercut comes in right after, and I tighten my core, letting it slam into me, but it still jars me backward a pace, feet skidding. The roar of the crowd is deafening now, Yuffie screeching like she’ll burst a lung, Aerith gasping into her palms, Cloud muttering dark and steady: “She has to weather it.” I snarl through the pain, stepping back in, refusing to give ground. My red and green gloves twitch, then I snap a short right jab toward your lips just to stop your advance, and follow by ripping a left hook down low at your ribs again, testing if I can gut you the way you just tested me. My chest heaves, sweat flying as I growl, “Machine? You’ll see how long your engine lasts, niña…”

02:01 Tifa_Lockhartt: Your jab catches me right on the lips, my head snapping back as I let out a muffled “mgh!” through the guard. One eye closes from the sting, clenching down but I manage to see your second punch and defend myself. You swing that hook to my ribs, but I drop my elbow down just in time, blocking it with a heavy smack that still makes my side ache a little. I keep my gloves tight, my feet sliding back on the canvas as I’m forced to retreat, trying to make space before you manage to land some more shots on me. My eyes stay on you the whole time, breathing hard, knowing I can’t let you trap me, so I decide to fight for my ground. I deliver a right then a left jab, outstretching my arms as I try to hit your face twice, then I dip low with my knees and attempt to land a right overhand on your nose as I step closer as well, trying to bait you in as you were pushing forward.

07:03 Valenzuela: My jab smacks square off your lips, the sting buzzing through my knuckles, and a savage satisfaction surges in my chest when I see your head snap back. I whip the left hook low, looking to carve your ribs in half, but your elbow slams down and stonewalls me. The shock of bone-on-bone rattles up my arm, and I hiss through my mouthguard, ribs still aching from the shots you fed me earlier. You come back fast, your white and blue gloves darting , right, then left, JAB! JAB! hammering into my guard. Pop-pop! They snap against my gloves, thudding but not breaking through, my arms bracing tight. I grit my teeth, eyes locked on you, refusing to give ground. Then I see you dip low, knees bending, and my mind screams body shot! I drop my left glove, twisting to shield my belly, thinking you’re going to punish my ribs again. But instead, all I see is a flash of white/blue leather arcing up… too late. CRACK! Your right overhand detonates against my nose, the leather compressing over my face until the knuckles smash my head back, white light flaring in my vision. A wet splatter bursts inside, copper flooding my mouth, and I stumble backward, feet skidding, blood dribbling hot and sticky down my lip. “Ughhhhn!” I grunt, staggering, eyes blinking through the blur. My stomach knots with fury at being baited, tricked, but the crowd’s roar drowns everything. My nose throbs like it’s been split in half, every breath hissing fire through it. I paw at the air with my gloves, trying to steady myself, chest heaving, rage battling the sting. One clean flash of leather, and you almost broke my face. I JAB! JAB! the air between us, in case you rush forward, a defensive move.

10:18 Tifa_Lockhartt: You jab at me again but this time I move my head down quick, your glove cutting past my cheek, another jab comes in and again I duck low, making you miss clean. I give you a confident smug as I keep moving my head, dancing side to side, the crowd roaring louder as you miss each time you try to keep me away from you. Yuffie jumps on the apron screaming, “Look at Tifa! She’s too slick damnnnn!!” her voice almost covering the whole gym. I step in close, planting my feet strong, and fire a right straight that goes right into your nose, wanting to break through your guard for real. Right after, I attempt to dip low and drive my left glove up hard into your belly, aiming to knock the air out of you and turn the fight my way in the first round. My gloves snap back in guard right away, red eyes on you, watching how you take it or dodge it.

10:39 Valenzuela: I jab out twice with my left, but no one is home, as you skillfully dodge each punch, making me look like I'm shadow boxing the air. Boxing a ghost that dances from side to side, and back and forth. As my second jab goes out, you take advantage of my misplaced guard and SNAP a quick right straight into my nose that rocks my head back, the big glove compresses over my nose, drawing an even greater dribble of blood, and momentarily blinding me as you dop low and then suddenly drive your glove into my navel, bending me forward, gasping from the impact. I stand my ground though, planting my feet firm on the canvass, and try to counter punch with a quick left and right hook, hoping to criss cross your jaw lines......

10:40 Valenzuela: R1 1:30 remaining

10:45 Tifa_Lockhartt: You stand your ground and deliver a left hook that crashes against my jaw, I let out a rough “ughhn!” as my head snaps to the side, sweat flying off my hair. But before I can set my guard up, your right hook comes in and smacks the other side of my face, forcing another groan out of me as my head snapped in the opposite direction “mghhh!”, my guard had slipped open but I quickly pull it back up tight, white gloves high in front of my mouth as I backstep once to reset. My eyes squint through the slight blur, I got nailed well but I'm far from rocked. I circle on your right, refusing to drop my guard again, my red eyes fixed on you as I tighten my guard for the next exchange. I close the distance and try to reach the side of your head with my right glove, trying to land a right hook there to force your guard to move, so I can try again with a quick left uppercut under your chin!

10:50 Valenzuela: Both my hooks slam against your jawline in a tight rhythm, the feel of leather cracking bone and the sound of the crowd lifting me for the first time in this round sends a jolt of fire through me. You stagger back, guard snapping back into place, circling, those sharp red eyes never leaving me. I drag a sleeve of sweat across my bloody nose, chest heaving, tasting iron on my lips as you reset. Then you spring in close again, guard tight, your right hook snapping toward the side of my head. I bring my left glove up in time, the smack of leather against leather thudding against my temple, but it still rattles my skull and pushes me a half-step off balance. My feet screech against the canvas as I plant, bracing, and then your left glove shoots up, ripping toward my chin. I grunt and twist my head to the side, but the glove clips the point of my jaw anyway, snapping it back and jolting my teeth together with a crunch. The crowd’s roar washes hot in my ears, half in cheers, half in jeers, and I know I can’t let you set the pace again. I shake off the sting, growling through the mouthguard, and press forward, trying to jam myself chest-to-chest before you can reset. My arms push inside, and I snap a short right uppercut of my own, aiming at the underside of your chin, followed quick by a left hook digging for your ribs.......all about closing distance, smothering your slick head movement, and forcing you to brawl with me where my grit can drag you into deeper waters. 1:10

11:07 Tifa_Lockhartt: As you ram yourself into me our boobs clash, the smack of our chests echoing as I fight for space, they squish on one another, my top is barely holds on. The crowd erupts at the sight, voices going wild around the ring for the combination about to be delivered. I catch a glimpse of Cloud on the outside, his face turning red as he looks away fast, trying to hide his blush. Aerith gasps, her hands pressed to her cheeks, eyes wide at the sight of my chesti 'squishing' up. Your right uppercut snaps up under my chin, I barely move my head back before it manages to nail my chin “nghhn!” I grunt, eyes closed for a fraction of a second, my head lifting up more, teeth clenching onto the mouthpiece. Then your left glove slams into my ribs, but I manage to check your punch with my elbow. I bite down on my guard, refusing to give in despite the close encounter and slide my right glove inside your arms, trying to nail your plexus with a quick close punch. I push back against you, red eyes locked close on your face as I twist my hips and rip a short left hook at your liver, wanting to drive the fightout of you while we’re chest to chest. My left right cmes quick again, shooting up with an uppercut of my own toward your jaw as I try to step back, trying to make the crowd explode louder as we trade in tight.

11:15 Valenzuela: The roar of the crowd turns almost feral when our chests smash together, the sweaty slap of skin and fabric making them howl, but I’ve no time for their noise..... your eyes flash red and your fists move like vipers. I feel the sting of my uppercut lifting your chin, but before I can press the edge, pain flares in my solar plexus as your glove drives in tight. A guttural gasp bursts from me, belly knotting, and then another shock follows, your left hook whipping into my liver, right where I already ache from earlier shots. The blow burns like fire, white-hot, dragging air from my lungs and making my knees dip. I snarl through my guard, refusing to fold, but your youth shows in that instant, fast reflexes, no pause, your uppercut sneaks up and clips under my jaw. My head snaps back, teeth clacking hard on the mouthpiece, a flash of dizziness stealing my balance. The crowd erupts, voices tearing through my ears: some shouting “¡Vamos Val!” but mostly cheering for you in your hometown. I’m getting worked over hard by this young fighter with fast fists, quick reflexes and great footwork. Still, I grit down, legs heavy but rooted, shoving forward into your space. My left arm tries to claw across your back, wanting to drag you closer to me so your speed can’t overwhelm me, and I rip a savage right hook low, aimed at your side where your left elbow just lifted. My barefeet squeal on the canvas as I lean into you, and I twist, trying to fire a second right hook higher, toward your temple ...... betting on raw grit and weight to break through your tighter guard if I can keep you pressed in tight. 0:50.

11:33 Tifa_Lockhartt: My back is hooked by your arm, forced to stat in place and eat your right hook that slams into my side, “ughhn!” I let out a grunt as my ribs shake from the impact. I see the second punch coming higher toward my head, but I decide to fight your rythim before stepping back to the ropes. I force myself forward, pushing in hard and wrapping my arms around your back before it can land clean. My gloves hook behind your back, pulling you into me as our sweaty bodies hug tight together. Our breast clash again, pressing firm, the crowd going crazy at the sight of us locked up. I breathe heavy against your shoulder, holding you close to smother your punches, you can feel how tight my toned abs are, a testament of my trainings. I keep my guard tucked in even inside the clinch, my chin pressed down onto your neckbone, my arms squeezing around you. “Nnghh…” I groan low, feeling your strength grind against mine, but I refuse to give you space. I push my cheek against your cheek, red eyes glaring, not letting your hooks break me open. I try to step forward, forcing you to march backwards back to the center of the ring. From ringside, Yuffie bounces and yells at the ref not to break us apart, wanting the fight to stay wild. Aerith looks worried, covering her mouth with both hands. Cloud narrows his eyes, his voice calm but firm as he speaks over the noise: “She’s holding her own. Carlotta’s not backing down from Tifa, she’s matching her shot for shot. If this keeps up, stamina is going to decide it.”

11:40 Valenzuela: Your arms snake around me and suddenly I’m trapped in a tight sweaty hug, my right hook smothered before it can find your temple. My body jolts from the squeeze as your toned abs grind against me, your chin driving down on my collar, your cheek pressed rough against mine. The roar of the crowd swells, wild at the sight of us chest to chest, breasts mashed together under the hot lights. I grit through my mouthguard, blood dribbling from my nose down onto your shoulder, breath ragged against your ear. You’re younger, tighter, slicker……but I’m not backing up without a fight. My legs strain, feet squealing on the canvas as you try to march me back, but I slam my bare heel down hard, planting my stance, refusing to give an inch. “Unghhh…,” I groan as your arms crush me close, ribs aching from earlier shots. I know I can’t out-slick you here……so I shift dirty, pressing my forehead against yours, grinding bone on bone, trying to make you uncomfortable. At the same time I jerk my right foot upward, aiming at the toes of your left foot....., wanting to deaden your leg and break your rhythm while the ref lets us wrestle in tight. I can always claim it was an "accident". And while you’re clamped to me, my left glove snakes low, short and mean, pumping against your side in a digging uppercut, not wide swings, but little tiny shots, betting I can bruise you through your guard if I hammer enough before the break comes. You might be the better boxer, but I'm hoping my brawling style will take you down. 0:30

12:01 Tifa_Lockhartt: I grunt as your short punches dig into my side as you sneak in dirty tricks to keep me troubled from preventing them, “ughhn!” the sting spreads across my ribs, forcing me to tighten my abs and press back against you. You push your foreheadagainst mine, but I manage to keep us chest to chest, feeling every inch of your body, the heat of your sweat against mine. My gloves clamp into yours, trying to keep you from getting free again, but the stomps on my toes and the forehead push make me feel uncomfortable. I hiss through my mouthguard as your little jabs keep hammering my side, trying to wear me down, but I refuse to fold. My legs quiver slightly under the strain, but I keep my stance firm, pushing back where I can, letting you know I’m not letting you set the pace. I push forward hard, forcing my body to lean over yours, my arms wrapping tight around you as I smother your punches. My forehead presses against yours, sweat and heat rubbing together, my red eyes locked on you. I breathe heavy in your face, “Nnghh…” my voice low, teasing, close, while my boobs press against yours and our bellies rub together with every slight shift. Every punch you try to land on my side slides off under my tight hug, making me grip you closer. I move with you, shifting my weight, forcing you to carry my press as I squeeze and grind my body into yours. Then, just as you push your weight into me, I twist my hips sharply while breaking the clinch with my left arm, and snap a clean hook to your temple with my right. The hit aims to jolt you off balance, and I push slightly forward with my footwork, but this would cause both of us to fall onto the canvas. I hit the mat with my side and get on my back, supporting my torso up with my elbows. I look at you, breathing heavy while the right strap of my bra is off my shoulder, I smile softly "You're strong Carla, stronger than I expected.. but you're going to throw the towel soon, trust me!"

12:02 Tifa_Lockhartt: The crowd explodes the moment we stumble together down the canvas, a mix of gasps, cheers, and shouts filling the gym. Yuffie is practically bouncing off the ropes, screaming at the top of her lungs “Ooooh! It's a knockdown!!” Even Cloud is amazed, watching every move, muttering under his breath, “This is intense…they’re both brutal.” Fans on the floor pound the canvas and wave their arms, most of them cheering for me, a few shouting for you, the noise almost drowning my voice

12:08 Valenzuela: CRACK! White light bursts across my vision as your glove smashes into my temple, the world lurching sideways. My knees buckle, and before I can catch myself, the canvas rushes up and I sprawl to the mat with a grunt, head ringing. My chest heaves against the hot lights, the crowd exploding all around us, their cheers deafening, most of them screaming your name. The shot rattled me deep, I can feel my pulse thudding inside my skull, my legs heavy as stone. I roll to my side, clutching at the ropes as I blink through the haze, sweat and blood dripping down onto the canvas. My bare feet scrape as I try to push myself up, my right arm trembling under my weight. You’re already smirking from your back, straps loose, words dripping with confidence. The ref’s voice cuts through the roar: “ONE!... TWO!... THREE!...” I blink, shaking my head, spitting blood and sweat to the side. My pride burns hotter than the ache in my skull........I will not let myself stay down. I drag a knee under me, struggling against the tilt of the room, planting my hand heavy on the mat, forcing myself upright one shaky limb at a time. I glare across at you, breath rasping, hair plastered to my bloody face, my mouthguard clenched hard. My body feels slower, weaker……but I’m on my feet, fists lifting again. 10 secs remaining

14:19 Tifa_Lockhartt: I push myself up, bare soles gripping the mat as my knees straighten, chest heaving with each breath. My left hand slides quickly to fix my bra strap, making sure everything’s tight and in place while my body sways slightly, breasts bouncing with the movement as I hop on my feet lightly. I grunt low, “Not done yet…are you?” red eyes locked onto you, burning with focus and fire, gloves raising slowly but deliberately. The crowd roars, but some voices are confused, shouting over each other. “Wait… did they both go down?” one yells. “Is it a double knockdown or what?!” another shouts, pointing at the ring, eyes wide. As soon as the ref signals, I skip forward, light on my feet, every step precise, ready to explode. I launch a sharp right hook at your cheek, then whip the left around immediately after, both punches snapping through the air as quick as I can, aiming to finish strong before the bell cuts the round. Sweat drips from my brow, heartbeat hammering quicker, but I don’t stop moving, refusing to give you any opening as the last seconds tick down.

14:26 Valenzuela: I’m still shaky, legs heavy and my vision swimming as you pounce. My guard is half-formed when your right hook CRACKS across my cheek, snapping my head sideways, spit flying into the hot lights. The impact rattles through my skull, and I stumble helplessly. Before I can steady, your left glove slams in just as hard, smacking flush against my jaw. The one-two leaves my head whipping back and my body lurching to the side. The ropes bite into my back as I crash against them, arms draping for balance, breath tearing ragged from my lungs. The crowd screams wild, the whole place shaking with noise as I sag into the cables. My eyes flutter but don’t close, stubborn fire keeping me upright as the ref rushes in, ready to check. The bell CLANGS, drowning out the chaos for a split second, and I let myself sag heavier into the ropes. Every muscle is trembling, skull ringing like a drum, but still on my feet......

14:33 Valenzuela: The bell echoes like salvation, and I sag into my stool as my corner rushes in, grabbing my arms and steadying me. My ribs ache, my jaw feels like it’s been hammered, and my skull still rings from that temple shot. Sweat pours down, stinging my eyes, dripping crimson where a split has opened at the corner of my mouth. My coach slaps cold water across my chest and shoulders, voice cutting through the roar of the crowd. “Mierda, Val! She’s quick, and you’re standing too tall! Get your head moving, cut the angles, and don’t trade when you’re hurt. Tie her up if you have to!” He presses the cold iron to my cheekbone, trying to keep the swelling down. I’m sucking in air through my nose, shaky but stubborn, staring at the opposite corner where Tifa bounces light, red eyes blazing, looking fresher than I want to admit. The crowd is still on its feet, chanting her name, but a small pocket is yelling for me, “¡Vamos, Val! Aguanta!” their voices keeping my pride burning. My chest heaves as I nod to my coach, forcing myself upright when the ref calls “Seconds out!” My legs feel like stone, but I bounce on them anyway, jaw set, fists rising again.

14:58 Tifa_Lockhartt: I came back to my corner, breathing heavy, sweating hard. I sink onto my stool, bare feet touching the mat, and gulp down the fresh water, letting it cool my throat. My chest heaves as I think to myself “That was closer than I expected. She hits hard, too hard.” I wipe sweat from my brow and shake my head. “Focus, Tifa. Don’t let her take control next round. Keep moving, stay sharp.” I stretch my arms slowly, feeling the ache in my sides from your last shots. I roll my shoulders, stretching my arms around “That clinch saved me. Without it, I would have kissed the canvas. I need to use that space better next time.” I glance over at you , seeing the way you struggle to steady yourself. My abs tightens, a mix of excitement and fear, and I breathe in deep, letting the everything settle down. Then I stand up, bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet, breasts bouncing with each small hop. “Alright, time to finish strong. Make it count!” My red eyes lock onto you across the ring. The bell sounds again and I spring forward, legs light, fists ready. I deliver a right hook into your cheek, trying to nail you with my combination as I follow up with a left cross into your jaw, I feel the rush of the crowd explode around us.

15:01 Tifa_Lockhartt:

16:21 Valenzuela: The bell hasn’t even stopped ringing when you explode forward, and my guard’s still sluggish. Your right hook smashes across my cheek, snapping my head sideways, spit flying as sweat sprays into the lights. My jaw screams with pain, legs buckling for a moment as the crowd roars for blood. But this time I’m ready for the follow-up. I grunt, dragging my gloves up just in time, your left cross hammers into my guard instead of my jaw, the force still jarring through my arms and chest, driving me back two stumbling steps toward the ropes. It hurts, rattles my bones, but I keep my chin safe behind leather. I bite down hard on the mouthguard, smirking through blood at the corner of my lip, defiant even as my body sways. Then I shove forward off the ropes, trying to seize space, shooting a stiff jab at your sternum to halt your charge. With a grunt, I twist my hips and sling a looping right hook toward your temple, raw power behind it, hoping grit and timing can turn the tide. (r2 :10)

16:29 Tifa_Lockhartt: I see your jab coming and my abs tense as your glove thuds into my sternum, forcing air out of my lungs. "Ough! " a grunt escapes my lips, but I do not back away. I lift my guard and try to side-step, but your right hook still lands heavy against it, the impact so strong it pushes me off balance to the side. My feet scrape against the mat as I stagger, my body jolting with the power of your shot. I bite my lip, forcing myself to straighten, sweat dripping down my face. “That was a strong one… nearly rattled me,” I think, shaking my head to clear it. My chest heaves as I bring my gloves back up, my eyes never leaving you. I smirk faintly, masking the shock, then step forward with my bare soles slapping the mat. I snap a quick left jab toward your face to test your guard, then twist my hips, swinging a sharp right uppercut aimed straight for your chin, putting everything behind it, trying to tame you down by showcasing my true power.

16:33 Valenzuela: Your jab flicks in and smacks my face, snapping my head back with a sting that makes my eyes water. Not heavy, but enough to blind me for a split-second. That’s all you need, because your right uppercut roars up from below and detonates against my chin. CRACK! My head jerks skyward, mouthguard nearly jolting free as my knees buckle. Shockwaves run down my spine, and the canvas tilts beneath me, vision flashing white. The crowd explodes, half of them screaming for the finish as I reel backward. I stumble, boots dragging, arms shaky as I reel toward the ropes. My gloves instinctively come up, loose but still there, as I paw for balance against the cables. My pride roars louder than the ringing in my skull, I refuse to crumple, not here, not now. With a snarl I shove forward off the ropes, teeth bared, trying to smother your momentum. I throw a desperate straight right at your chest, just to buy space, then rip a wild left hook aimed at your jaw, raw stubbornness carrying the swing as the crowd rises to their feet. (r2 :30)

16:39 Tifa_Lockhartt: The crowd bursts as my uppercut lands, the sound of leather on bone echoing under the lights. I see you stumbling back, your legs shaky, your arms trying to stay up, and the arena roars alive. From the front row Yuffie jumps up, wide-eyed. “Woahhh! Did you see that? Tifa just rocked her!” Aerith clasps her hands close to her chest, her voice caught between worry and awe. “She’s pressing so hard… Val’s hurt…” Cloud narrows his eyes, calm but sharp, arms crossed. “Tifa should get her guard down more, she’s leaving herself open—” Before he even finishes his words, I feel your fist slam into my guard, forcing my arms to crash against my chest. The shot jolts me back a step, my breasts compressed painfully behind the leather. My guard is too low when your hook rips across. CRACK! My jaw explodes with pain, head snapping violently to the side, it made me spit saliva out of my mouthpiece, sweat as well spraying from my hair as my whole body spins with the blow. "Aagh.. nghh.." My legs stagger two clumsy steps sideways, the canvas tilting beneath me, but I do not falter. I grit my teeth, eyes blazing red through the stun and snap my gloves back up in front of my face. I bounce lightly on my feet again, keeping my distance, breathing hard, resetting. My jaw throbs, my pride burns as I ley my guard down, but I'm ready to go at it again. I step in, trying to go for two right jabs at your battered nose to get things started.

16:43 Valenzuela: Your jabs shoot in quick, and my battered face can’t hide from both. The first thuds right against the bridge of my nose, sharp, hot pain bursting through as my head snaps back, eyes watering instantly. The second jab crashes in too, splitting the skin across the top of my nose, blood trickling down over my lip as I grunt out loud. The sting is brutal, copper taste flooding my mouth, but it only fuels the fire in my chest. I stumble a half-step but snap my gloves higher, riding the sting with a crooked grin smeared in red. The crowd is wild, stomping the floorboards and chanting both our names, their voices clashing into a storm. I roll my shoulders forward, smothering down the ache, then push in on you again. With a sharp exhale I snap a left jab back at your lips, short and fast, meant to sting and break your rhythm, before whipping my right arm in a compact hook at your ribs, looking to dig deep and slow your feet after that hard push you just landed on me. (r2 :50)

16:50 Tifa_Lockhartt: Your jab cuts in before I can slip it, cracking against my lips, my head snapping back with a spray of sweat as I grunt lightly, closing my eyes for a brief instant "Nghh!". The sting burns across my mouth, before I can reset, your right hook crashes into my ribs with a dull thud. “Ughhh!” I let out, clutching my side a little for a heartbeat, my body folding slightly from the impact. The pain shoots through my side and into my lungs, my breath feels a bit heavier. My gloves rise, shaky but still up, covering myself up as I take a step back, then another. The crowd rises, roaring as the legendary Tifa is pushed back right before theur eyes. Some cheer wild, some gasp in shock, Yuffie shouts, voice breaking with excitement, “No way, she’s backing up! Tifa’s actually backing up!” Aerith covers her mouth, worry in her eyes. Cloud’s gaze narrows even more, analyzing every twitch, every stumble, every mistake I make. I puff air through my nose, chest heaving, ribs aching a little, but I stand tall again. My guard is up, my feet light, every nerve alive with the roar of the gym.

16:53 Valenzuela: I see you backing up and that’s blood in the water for me. My nose is leaking, my ribs screaming, my head still foggy from that uppercut, but none of it matters. I’m a brawler, and when my opponent steps back, I only know one thing: go after her. I snarl through my mouthpiece, lungs burning as I surge forward, pounding the canvas with heavy steps. My white gloves pump high as I press, crowding you hard. I fire a stiff jab toward your guard just to keep you guessing, then rip a wide left hook at your side again, aiming for those ribs I already tenderized. My shoulders roll with the motion as I lean in chest-to-chest, trying to pin you against the ropes before you can dance away, smothering you under my weight and grit.

17:02 Tifa_Lockhartt: Your jab snaps my guard but the hook almost got through, thudding against my forearm. I stumble back as you follow my steps, my spine slamming into the ropes, the cables digging into my skin while my boobs are squished by youts. The crowd roars like thunder, a few of them screaming your name, but mpst chanting mine,all I hear is the pounding in my ears. You’re on me before I can breathe, pressing your chest into mine, smothering me against the ropes. My guard opens as my arms widen a bit on the ropes, trapped against them with nowhere to run. I grunt, trying to twist free, but your weight keep me pinned. My chest heaving, my toned abs stretcched a little and the crowd is losing their minds as the legendary Tifa Lockhart looks in trouble.

17:08 Valenzuela: Your back hits the ropes and I feel the whole ring shiver as the crowd erupts. This is where I live. I shove forward, pressing my chest into yours, our sweat-slick bodies grinding together as I pin you with my weight. My nose is leaking, my ribs on fire, but none of it matters when I feel you trapped with nowhere to run. I hear your grunt, feel the strain in your arms as you try to twist free, but I’ve got you locked. I lower my forehead against yours, grinding down mean, keeping your arms stretched wide over the ropes. My breath rasps hot through the mouthguard as I growl. I snap my right glove in a short, nasty uppercut towards your ribs, point-blank, meant to dig deep into that aching body. I yank my shoulders free of the ropes to open just enough space, then whip a left hook across, aiming for your jaw while I keep you smothered chest-to-chest, trying to make the crowd see the legend buckling under my brawler’s heat. (r2 1:30)

17:16 Tifa_Lockhartt: Your forehead grinds into mine and I can feel your breath hot through the mouthguard, your body pressing me tighter against the ropes, no space to breathe. My arms are stretched, trapped, my shoulders screaming as you pin me down. The uppercut slams into my ribs point-blank and a sharp cry escapes my throat, my whole body folding from the shock. The pain shoots through my sideand I clutch tighter to the ropesto keep standing. Before I can even draw breath, your left hook crashes across my jaw with a wet crack, my head snapping to the side, sweat and spit flying into the lights. The crowd explodes even more but all I hear is the pounding in my skull. I stagger in place, legs shaking, my body sagging chest-to-chest with you as the ropes bite into my back. My vision blurs for a moment, my mouthguard still in place. “Ngghh… damn it…” I groan, the words muffled against your shoulder. My arms tremble as they stretch over the ropes exposing myself, forced by your body as my whole body is heaving under your weight. For the first time, I feel myself buckling, I may be a brawler too but when it comes to boxing, I'm a newbie when it comes to close brawls like this. I cannot explode forward nor dance around.. just exhange leather.

17:36 Valenzuela: I feel you sag into me, your body heavy against the ropes, my chest pressing yours as sweat drips from my brow onto your shoulder. That cry when my uppercut dug into your ribs.......it told me everything. You’re hurt, and now you’re stuck here with me. The roar of the crowd is deafening, but all I hear is your muffled groan against my shoulder, the fight bleeding out of your stance even as your pride keeps you upright. My ribs ache like fire, my nose drips blood, but this is my world, inside, ugly, unforgiving. I snarl, shoving harder with my forehead to keep you pinned, your arms still stretched wide, your chest heaving under my weight. I draw back just enough to hammer another short left toward your ribs, then twist mean and rip a savage right hook towards your cheek, trying to keep you reeling. If I can’t outbox you at range, I’ll drown you here in the clinch, punch by punch, until the legend cracks for good. (r2 1:50)

00:48 Tifa_Lockhartt: Your left was going into my side but I managed to twist my core, tightening my abs like steel, forcing the blow to land on stomach instead of the ribs you were hunting "Oughh!!", it still hurts, but not the way you wanted. My body jerks, but I grit my teeth and growl, forcing my chest back into yours. Your right hook whips across my cheek and my head snaps sideways, my cheek growing red in a single spot, spit spraying into the ropes, but this time instead of sagging I stomp down hard on your toes to keep you in place. The crowd gasps as I snarl, shoving myself forward like yourself earlier. You expect me to clinch, to tie you up and breathe but I don’t. I drive my forehead forward, smashing it into yours with a brutal 'accidental' headbutt, the crack echoing loud enough that the first rows flinch. Sweat sprays, blood smears between us by your nose. My arms are still stretched wide, but I don’t care. I lean into you, forcing my whole body leaning onto yours, boobs to boobs. The crowd erupts in chaos, half booing, half screaming, Aerith clutching her hands to her mouth, Yuffie yelling like she just saw fireworks, Cloud narrowing his eyes with that low growl in his voice. “She’s fighting dirty… but that’s Tifa. She’s not going down.” I am determined to push forward, to make you taste my prowress through the fire that hides behind my eyes, if I manage to stun you a little, I would shove you back forcefully, causing my right strap to drop from my shoulder. If I manage to, I'd raise my gloves up again, my breath is heavy and I got rocked quite a bit, but I'm not bleeding like you, yet.

07:00 Valenzuela: My glove smacks hard into your abs instead of the ribs I wanted, the sound echoing but not the damage I craved. I smirk at you, both of us know I’m gonna whoop your ass on the ropes, but my glove smacks hard into your abs instead of the ribs I wanted, the sound echoing but not the damage I craved. Then out of nowhere, AGHHHH! You bring your boot down on mine, stomping hard. Pain lances through my toes like fire, my whole foot screaming as if bones are cracking. I snarl into your shoulder, body jerking, but I can’t pull free, your weight pins me to the canvas, my foot nailed under yours. I’m stuck, frozen for that one awful heartbeat, chest heaving against yours, ribs flaring, as your tits push into mine. That’s when you drive your forehead forward. CRACK! Bone smashes bone and white light detonates across my vision. My head whips back, blood bursting from my nose, spraying hot between us as a fresh pulse of agony blooms over my left eye and nose. The skin swells instantly, vision half-blinded, and I groan loud through my mouthguard, stumbling but held in place by your press. The crowd gasps, half booing the dirty trick, half howling at the spectacle as I sag against the ropes, arms stretched wide, body pinned, sweat and blood smearing between us. My foot throbs from the stomp, my eye balloons, my nose sprays out blood over my chest and I’m trapped, breath rasping, the fight roaring away from me. My gloves twitch useless at your hips as I try to push free, but I’m caught, stuck, humiliated. All I can do is grind my teeth and growl low through the mouthpiece, every ounce of my pride burning hotter than the pain… even as I’m locked under your weight, bleeding and stunned. (2:10)

10:12 Tifa_Lockhartt: I feel the bonk run through my skull too, stars bursting in my eyes as I stagger back from you. My chest heaves, sweat dripping heavy off my chin, and I know I bought myself a moment. My side is screaming where your glove landed repeatedly, my cheek burns from that last hook, and my head feels foggy from the heavy shots you landed before I managed to turn it around. I shove off you rough, almost tripping on my heel, but I force myself upright and push out of the clinch. My gloves hang low for a second before I snap them back up, and I start circling away from the ropes, step by step, sweat dripping from my hair and face onto my cleavage. The crowd is insane, voices clashing into a storm, some cheering, some roaring, none of them knowing if I just broke rules or not. I wipe the back of my glove across my mouth, tasting copper, glaring at you from across the ring. You look worse than me, blood all over your face, one eye already swelling, your chest rising sharp and ragged. But I know I’m not much better. My lungs burn, my side aches every breath, and that last headbutt left my brain buzzing. I can’t trade with you now, not like before. I need time so I don’t rush at all, I circle slow, rolling my shoulders, buying seconds, forcing air into my chest. My guard is high, tight, and when I do step in, it’s only to flick a light jab toward your lips, nothing heavy, just enough to sting and remind you I’m still here. My eyes never leave yours as I exhale through the mouthguard, body screaming, but will unbroken.

19:54 Valenzuela: The moment you shove off me, I stumble back into the ropes, my legs heavy, my head fogged. Blood drips warm down my lips, my left eye a swollen blur. The humiliation burns worse than the pain… she stomped me, she headbutted me, and the crowd roared for it. My ribs flare every breath, my toes throb in my feet, but I refuse to let them see me falter. I roll my shoulders, lift my gloves, and spit red into the canvas. Your light jab flicks out toward my mouth, snapping my head a touch. It’s not hard, but it stings, a reminder that you’re still there, still standing, still challenging me. But you did not come at me hard when you had me stunned on the ropes, and that tells me a lot about your condition. I begin to recover a little bit after the headbutting. My face is wrecked, but anger and pride twisting together. I grunt and step off the ropes, trying to surge forward. Sweat and blood streak down my face as I push close again, swinging a wide left hook aimed at the side of your head, then dipping to whip a right uppercut toward your body, hoping to punish you for circling and steal back the momentum. 2:30

23:40 Tifa_Lockhartt: I see that big left hook coming and my arms snap up just in time, my gloves crashing together to block it. The shot still rattles me, shaking through my guard, but it doesn’t land clean as I managed to guard myself properly. However before I could breathe in, your right hand shoots up as an uppercut and slams into my abs, thudding against the solid surface of my toned abs. "Ouugh!" I grunt out, my stomach folding a little, pain ripping through my abs but they hold on, yet my body jerks from the blow. My knees dip, my breath rushes out hard, and for a split second I feel that the work you put on my body earlier may be pulling me down. But I refuse to bend, I grit my teeth, twist my hips sharp, and snap a close right hook across, aiming straight for your cheek while I’m still inside. My glove cuts through the sweat-soaked air, my shoulder rolling hard with it, desperate to turn your pressure back before you dig in again. Yuffie doesn't know what to say, both of us are affected by the exhanges we've put ourselves throught. Question is, who will be the first one to fall?

23:48 Valenzuela: Your guard snaps tight and my left hook rattles uselessly against your gloves, thudding through but not cracking through clean. Frustration flashes in me, I wanted your head to rock again, but all I get is the sting up my forearm from the block. Then my uppercut smashes into your abs, the sound and feel jolting up my arm. I hear your grunt, feel your body dip for a heartbeat, and hope that my earlier work is finally tearing at your core. For a moment, I taste hope, hope that your body will fold. But instead, your glove whips across from close range. CRACK! My cheek explodes with pain as your hook slams home, my head snapping sideways, sweat and blood flying into the hot lights. My jaw aches instantly, my eye flashes white, and my legs stagger one half-step, balance rocked. Snarling through the mouthguard, I answer in kind, not giving myself a breath. I lean my shoulder in and fire a savage left uppercut toward your chin, trying to lift your head back and split your guard before you can chain another hook. At the same time, my legs stagger a little, as I begin to run out of steam. And then the 10 second warning buzzer goes off.....

00:19 Tifa_Lockhartt: Right after your uppercut slams into my chin, my arms drop like I lost all my strenghts at once. My gloves fall to my sides, dangling before my head could snap back downand my legs buckle under me. My knees hit the canvas first, breast jiggling, my red eyes shutting down, mouth open wide. My head feels too heavy for my neck to hold. My body tries to stand on its knees still trying to hold on, but gravity wins. Slowly, my back arches back, my skull press against the mat. "TIFA IS KNOCKED DOWN!!" Someone from the crowd shouts, looking at the legend being taken down. My shoulders scrape over the canvas, slick with sweat. My abs exposed in a weird curve for you to admire as I'm arched akwardly still with my knees and shins touching the canvas. My arms drop wide, splayed. My head rolls to the side, jaw aching, eyes half-shut now, my bra straps slip off my shoulders, leaving my cleavage to me admired as well. My boobs rise and fall uncontrollably, looking completely helpless. For a few seconds, I stay frozen in this awkward arch, knees still bent, shins pressing into the canvas as if I’m still kneeling. My whole body feels limp and heavy. The referee’s voice cuts through the chaos of the gym. “One!” My ears ring, and the crowd falls into a tense suspense, waiting for me to move. “Two!” My chest rises and falls faster, arms twitching uselessly, gloves scraping the canvas as I fight the dizziness. “Three!” My vision swims, half-red, half-black, but I force a small shiver of life through my body. My friends scream from the apron, though muted against the roar of the gym. Yuffie waves her arms like a madwoman, shouting, “Come on, Tifa! Don’t stay down!” Aerith’s hands cover her mouth, eyes wide and wet, while Cloud clenches his fists, muttering under his breath

00:20 Tifa_Lockhartt: “Tifa…” My knees slide forward slightly, shins dragging, legs trembling, letting my legs stretch out and my body to lay flat on my back finally. “Four!..five!.. Six!” I open my eyes wide grit my teeth, wincing, still trembling from the impact. My bra straps are half-off now, dangling limply over my shoulder, my cleavage fully exposed while my abs flex and shake while I fight gravity. Then, at the “Seven!” something clicks inside me. I roll onto my side and push against the canvas with my shaky glove, then my other. My knees lift, wobbly.. I start to rise every inch of my body protesting against it. My red eyes are glaring at you across the ring as I stand again. My gloves are still down, but I am now finally standing. My chest rises and falls, sweat dripping, my bare soles press against the mat again, light but firm, finding the rhythm back. The crowd erupts again, the sudden roar hitting me like a wave as I finally stabilize. I take a shaky breath and glance at you, but the bell of the second roung sounds, ending the round, saving me from more trouble. Yet, the crowd erupts as I am now standing up again in front of everyone like a testament of pure resiliance and hope. I drag myself back to the corner, sitting on my stool, recovering while drinking fresh water from Yuffie, Aerith massages my shoulders.. It won't happen again!

00:22 Tifa_Lockhartt:

00:23 Tifa_Lockhartt:

00:37 Valenzuela: My left uppercut detonates on your chin, I feel the jolt all the way up my arm. Your head snaps back, your body buckles, and then you crumple, knees and gloves hitting the canvas before you slump awkwardly to the mat. The sight sends a savage rush through me, chest heaving, sweat flying as I stagger back. For a heartbeat, I’ve broken you. The referee shoves me away toward the neutral corner, and I stumble back, nearly tripping over my own heavy legs. My chest rises ragged, blood pouring from my nose, my left eye swollen almost shut. Still, I can’t help but snarl, spitting red and shouting, “C’mon ref, she’s KO’d!” The roar of the crowd feeds my adrenaline, a few of them screaming for your fall, most begging you to rise. But as the count rises, five, six, seven, I watch in disbelief. Your eyes flicker open, life surging back into your frame, and slowly, shakily, you force yourself upright. My mouthguard grinds against my teeth as frustration twists in my gut. I can’t believe it, you were fucking mine, and now you’re back on your feet. And then… DING! The bell saves you. The chance is gone. I stagger to my own corner, every limb screaming. My ribs flare each breath from your earlier body work, my foot still throbs from your stomp, and my face is a bloody wreck. I slump down onto the stool, my second pressing ice against my swelling eye, shoving water into my mouth. My lungs burn, my body trembles. I know I hurt you bad, but I also know, at twenty, with your stamina, you’ll recover fast. At thirty-three, every second on this stool feels too short, and the thought gnaws at me that maybe I’m the one fading faster. The 10 second warning sounds....and slowly I get to my feet, gum shield reinserted.

00:50 Tifa_Lockhartt: "I can't believe it.. the champion was knocked down!!" - "She was.. laying on her back, it was almost over and yet she stood back up!" I can hear the crowd chatting, what happened was cruel for a champion like myself. It's rare for me to get dropped and yet here I am, now recovering quick, but still I have to focus if I want to get your lips to touch the canvas thanks to my gloves. "Tifa.." Cloud mutters, I intervene, looking at my side, where he's standing right outside the apron "it's allright.. I can take much worse. Now watch me turn the tables and kick her ass!", Yuffie adds, fixing my bra "Yes, kick her ass Tifa! Don't you dare to get knocked out in front of us, right?", Aerith fixes my mouthpiece in place, then leans in for a soft kiss on my lips wakening me up in an instant, adding "Show us why you're the strongest in Midgar, Tifa." I immediately stand up, fired up once more. I glare at you across the ring with my reddish eyes, I hop on my soles lightly while my gloves are up again—ready for business. The bell sounds, the third round had begun! The crowd is back at it, roaring like they were watching the match of the year.. I get my stance up and approach the center of the ring, fully recovered and looking for a payback. I keep my smile on, respecting you as the strongest warrior I've faced in a while—tough and fired up like no one else. I step in, delivering a lighting fast right straight at your nose, aiming to take you off guard for a left shovel hook lower, right into your guts.

00:54 Valenzuela: The bell tolls… and my legs feel like they belong to someone else. That minute on the stool was nothing… just a blink, a cruel tease. The ice numbed my eye but didn’t stop it swelling, water cooled my throat but didn’t clear the fire in my ribs, and my coach’s words slipped past me like smoke. I’m still broken, still slow… and I know it. At twenty, you spring from your stool with fire in your eyes. At thirty-three, I rise heavy, each joint creaking, lungs burning, too little time to mend. Your right hand comes like lightning and I’m still lifting my gloves. CRACK! It blasts flush into my nose, blood spraying fresh, my head whipping back, lights dancing across my blurred vision. I stumble two steps, already rocked, my guard sagging open. Then your left shovel hook digs deep into my guts, folding me sharp at the waist, the sound of your glove thudding into my body drowned only by my own strangled groan. Heat explodes through my stomach… my knees dip, bile rising in my throat. I hunch, trying to cover, gloves pressed low, but my arms are too slow, my body too heavy. All I can do is shuffle back, ribs screaming, vision narrowed, blood dribbling down my chin. My instinct begs me to clinch, to tie you up, but my limbs don’t obey. I retreat, crooked, toward the ropes, every step punished by the echo of your fists. (R3 2:40).

05:20 Tifa_Lockhartt: I was not expecting my shots to land at all when I dashed in to deliver my quick combination, I'm hurt and so are you, but my durability doesn't match yours. It outclassed yours in these three rounds. My right hand cracks your nose open once again, the same nose you had to stop it from pouring blood for two rounds by now. It sounds so satisfying to break it once again, though I feel sorry for the surgeon who'll have to work on your nose, the aftermath of our match may be worse than you're imaging. The sun at Costa Del Sol is heating our bodies even more, despite the fact that we're boxing under the shadow of the roof provided by the gym, it still feels hotter than usual. My toned, lean body is all sweaty also thanks to the heat wre are boxing through. My left shovel hook sinks into your abdomen, folding you almost in half at the height of your waist. As soon as my left shovel hook finds its mark, I try to deliver a ppwerful right hook into your jaw but I completely miss it, as my glove cuts the air above your head. The fact that you folded over and your knees dipped down made me miss my heavy hook that could've been fatal to you. "BOOOM!! SHE'S IN TROUBLE!!" Yuffie screams, cheering for me like the loudest of hooligans, growing the hype in the crowd even more. Everyone here is looking for my victory, but the sight of my body crumbling right after their eyes left a mark of uncertainty. This is why I have to put more pressure, to deliver a knockdown as well while I still can, thanking you're done for. You back off towards the ropes and I don't really have the energies to jump at you like a cheetah, I'm not in the conditions to at the moment. Your back touches the ropes, this time again I'm not able to pursue a dominant, fast aggressive maneuver. I keep my gloves lowered as a sign of fatigue and Instead, I approach you slowly, not looking to waste my stamina.

05:21 Tifa_Lockhartt: As soon as I get in front of you I deliver a right jab at your face, then a left one to start things off, attempting to put pressure on you and pin you against the ropes. "I must keep her like this, this is it!" I repeat to myself in my mind as I picture a victory that may be coming soon, not looking to picture your true self awakening once again.

05:23 Tifa_Lockhartt:

07:34 Valenzuela: The shovel hook to my abs folded me over, but it spares me a wicked hook that passes over my head, the breeze making the loose strand of y hair move, the power in that punch was great. This younger fighter now has me on the run as my back hits the ropes. You step in and your right jab slaps flush across my cheek, snapping my head sideways, sweat spraying off into the air. I hear the crowd roar as my jaw jolts, a fresh sting lacing across the swelling already forming there. Before I can even square myself, your left jab cracks me straight on the lips, driving my head back and forcing me deeper against the ropes, blood spraying from the split flesh. My knees dip again, legs quivering, as if they want to give out entirely. I bring my gloves up late, sluggish, trying to form a shell against the ropes… but my arms are heavy, trembling, gaps wide open. I backpedal crooked along the strands, spitting blood, each step slower than the last. I want to clinch, to smother you, to buy one ragged breath… but my hands won’t obey. All I can do is stumble, blinking through one good eye, ribs screaming, knowing that every punch you throw will smash into me clean. The ref looks like he wants to call the fight, but my pride keeps me going, so I send a defensive, sluggish jab at your forehead. 2:20

07:54 Tifa_Lockhartt: I’m the one controlling this ring, my body still full of fire, my lungs burning but steady, my legs planted strong. You’re battered, spitting blood with every breath, and yet you still manage to stand and swing back at me. Somehow your jab slips through and clips me on the temple. My whole body reacts at once, even if the punch was sluggish, the impact makes my head tilt to the side. My red, deer-like eyes widen as my skull buzzes from the sting, just for a secon and my aggression halts. My gloves stay lowered a bit, as I draw in deep, ragged breaths. I glare at you through my lashes, chest heaving, the sweat dripping down my chin to my cleavage. The crowd gasps loud when they see me halt, their voices a wave of shock cutting through the air. For a moment the whole arena feels frozen, everyone staring at us—two broken fighters still standing, our bodies covered with sweat, your face pouring blood. In fact it’s clear to everyone that you’re the one breaking, your blood running down your face in thick streams, almost like a river pouring over your lips and chin. Still you stand. Still you fight. “Ngghh…” I grunt low, biting down on the white mouthpiece as I shake off the sting. My breath is still heavy, every inhale is sharp, every exhale steaming with effort. Then I hear Yuffie shouting like a wild hooligan again. “GO TIFA! KICK HER ASS!!”

08:03 Valenzuela: My jab… it lands!. Slow, weak, desperate, but it lands. I see your head tilt, your eyes flare, your body hesitate for that single heartbeat. That’s all I need. A pulse of savage pride flares in my chest, I can still touch you, even broken. I lunge in, not with fists but with my whole body, arms opening clumsily as I try press chest-to-chest into you, try push my left leg between your legs to disrupt your stance, and try to wrap my arms around you after opening up. My bloody face smears against your cheek, our foreheads knocking, sweat and hot breath trapped between us. My breasts mash into yours, both of us heaving, bodies slick and trembling in the Costa del Sol heat. My gloves sag at your hips, not punching, just holding, clawing for survival. I cling to you like a drowning woman clutching driftwood, my ribs screaming, my swollen eye buried against your shoulder, my lips leaving streaks of red across your skin. The crowd erupts with boos, many of them seeing cowardice, a refusal to stand and bang with you. My pride is in shreds, but my arms tighten anyway, desperate to milk every second before either you shake me loose, or the ref tears me off you. 2:00

08:18 Tifa_Lockhartt: Your body crashes into mine with all you have left, the collision makes my boobs squish over yours,our sweat-slick skin slams together. "AGH!!" My head jolts a little from the bump of your forehead, groaning as you struck my head again like a brawler, I feel your bloody face rubbing against my cheek. Your stomach grinds against my tined belly as you mash forward. "mghh!" I grunt low from the sudden pressure, my arms half-lifted but not forcing you away. Instead I let you lean, let your arms hang heavy around my hips, your gloves pressing against me but not to punch. I can feel your chest heaving, your breasts pushing my larger ones each breath you take, I'm sure you can feel the warmth and softness of my breast, my bra barely holding on. Yet I don’t shove, I don’t resist. I can hear your body screaming for a pause, and for a moment I give you that as I need one as well. I stand, chin tucked, letting the seconds tick away as your sweat trickles down my neck and your trembling legs press against mine. The referee finally steps in, his hands wedging between us, his voice sharp as he pries you off my chest. I take two slow steps back myself, arms rising up steady, gloves tucked back to my face. My breath is heavy but controlled, eyes locked on your gloves and I’m ready to resume. I approach you slowly and deliver two light, sluggish jabs at your face to apply some pressure onto you.

08:24 Valenzuela: The ref peels me off you and I stumble back, chest heaving, sweat pouring, every nerve screaming for rest. That clinch bought me seconds… but it wasn’t enough. My body’s still burning, still broken. And it felt so good to cling onto you. Your first jab flicks across my cheek, light, but it lands on swelling that feels like it’s on fire. White-hot pain shoots through my temple, my head snapping sideways, blood misting into the air. I stagger into the ropes, blinking furiously through one eye, the sting worse than a heavy shot on fresh skin. Then your second jab cracks flush on my mangled lips, the split flesh tearing wider. Blood bursts between my teeth, a bitter, salty flood spilling down my chin and chest as my knees dip, almost giving. I groan into my mouthpiece, teeth grinding against rubber, and shuffle sideways along the ropes, my gloves trembling in front of me, gaps everywhere. My pride forces me to raise a hand and swipe back with a desperate hook toward your face, I put some power in it, knowing if I miss, I will be wide open, but I hope it will crack open your head.

08:45 Tifa_Lockhartt: I move in and throw a left hook at your face, my fist is coming strong but your fist comes faster, nailing me first. Your hook smashes into my face first, right into my nose. My head snaps back hard, sweat flying into the air. The sound of the punch makes the crowd gasp, my nose is hit directly and from my nostrils blood starts pouring down over my lips. My knees bent down as my legs trembled for a moment, but I did not fall, I just stagger back a couple of steps. My hook brushed against your cheek but it had no power as it didn't land properly. My eyes blink again and again, stinging from sweat and blood. I hear Cloud shout from outside the ring. His voice is strong but filled with worry. “Tifa, guard up, stay with it!” He grips the bottom rope tight, watching every move. Yuffie screams louder, jumping in the crowd, her voice wild and raw. “Come on Tifa get her back! Don’t let her do this to you!” The arena is loud and silent at the same time. Some people cheer, some people stay silent watching, but all eyes are locked on me. Blood drips from my nose like rain, my chin and boobs start to get painted red. I lift my eyes back to you through the mess, my breath heavy. “Not done yet!” I grunt through the mouthguard. My legs steady again, my feet dig into the canvas as I get close to you, hopping onto my feet until I get close enoug, I flick a right jab to your guard and a left hook at the side of your head!

09:01 Valenzuela: Your jab pops into my guard, not hard enough to hurt, but sharp enough to force my gloves together in the center. It makes me blink, my arms locking tight as I brace. Then disaster, your power hook whips around the side, curving past my slow guard and detonating against my ear like a sledgehammer. CRACK! My whole face twists with the blow, a spray of sweat, blood, and spit bursting from my lips into the lights. My mouthguard grinds between my teeth as the pain floods down my neck, white sparks dancing in my vision. My knees buckle, dipping dangerously, quivering like they’re about to fold entirely. I stagger sideways into the ropes, my body swaying, my breasts bouncing heavily in my sweat-soaked sports bra as I slump against the strands. My arms droop, guard sagging, the strength leeching away until I look like a drunk woman trying to stand upright. Gasping, I reach back with my right glove, clutching the top rope to steady myself, blood dripping down my chest as my swollen eye squints against the blur. The noise of the crowd smashes into me like a wave, their chant thunderous, relentless “TIFA! TIFA! TIFA!” the sound of an arena already celebrating my collapse.

09:11 Tifa_Lockhartt: I see you slumped on the ropes, your right glove clutching the top strand, your chest rising and falling fast, your face broken and swollen.. it's time for me to make you kiss the canvas as I promised earlier. The crowd is screaming my name but I only hear my own breath rushing in my ears. I raise my stance and push forward despite the pain. Once I'm right in front of you I begin my assault: A first right hook drives into the side of your face, I twist my hips and deliver a left hook across the other side of your head. A third hook smashes into your jaw, using my right hand.. I step in close, my red eyes locked on you, my body burning with sweat and power "You wanted to see how my smile looked after a few rounds huh?". The crowd rises to its feet, voices booming all around, but I only see you in front of me, broken, almost gone and so I prepare for my last punch. I crouch slightly and explode upward, twisting my hips as my right glove rips through the air and crashes under your chin with a crushing uppercut. The ropes of the ring shake hard as my powerful uppercut nails your chin open!

09:21 Valenzuela: Your hook had already left me sagging into the ropes, clutching the strand like a lifeline. My vision’s swimming, blood pouring down my chest, every nerve screaming that it’s over. And then you come forward, fire burning in your eyes, hips twisting into the first wrecking ball. CRACK! Your right hook smashes into the side of my face, my cheekbone jolting as my head whips violently sideways, spit spraying into the crowd. My knees dip again, the rope biting into my back, my arms dangling uselessly. Before I can even groan, THUD! your left hook crashes across the opposite side of my skull, my head snapping the other way, sweat flying in a bright arc under the lights. The sound of the crowd disappears into a dull roar inside my skull as pain explodes in both ears. Then BANG!, your third hook detonates on my jaw, my mouthguard nearly flying out as my teeth rattle. My body shudders, breasts bouncing in my bra as I slump deeper, arms falling wide open. I can taste only blood, my swollen eye fluttering shut, my legs trembling under me. And then you crouch low, winding up, and I feel the world slow in a blur… before your right uppercut explodes under my chin. CRACK! My head snaps back violently, sweat and blood spraying into the rafters as my feet lift for a heartbeat off the canvas. My arms fling wide, and the ropes spit me forward like I’m a bad taste in their mouth. I collapse flat on my back, spread-eagle, chest heaving once before slamming still. My gloves splay out at either side, useless, my legs flopped open across the mat.

09:21 Valenzuela: My eyes roll back, lips parting as blood dribbles down my cheek into my hair. The lights above Costa del Sol blur and fade as the referee dives over me, the crowd already erupting, chanting your name in a deafening wave, “TIFA! TIFA! TIFA!” I lie there broken, face wrecked, arms and legs sprawled helpless, the fight beaten out of me for good. So badly beaten that they ref does not bother to count me out, he just waves his arms over my totally FUCKED body.

09:39 Tifa_Lockhartt: I step back slowly, my chest heaving, my gloves hanging heavy at my sides. My nose is still pouring blood, dripping onto my boobs but I barely notice. I look down at you lying on the canvas utterly destroyed: arms spread out, legs open, your chest rising weakly in your bikini once before it goes still and so the referee waves his arms above you, calling it over, the bell rings thrice! My eyes stay fixed on your body, realising what just happened: I won. The crowd erupts all at once, their voices smashing together like a thunderstorm. “TIFA! TIFA! TIFA!” They scream my name over and over, the sound echoingin the gym. I stand in the middle of the ring, sweat running down my body, blood all over my lips and chin.. savouring the moment. I walk slowlu toward you, your hair are stuck to your face with blood, your swollen lips parted as you breathe faintly. I plant my left foot firmly on your belly, pressing down, making fun of your broken abs. The crowd explodes even louder at the sight, the cameras flashing as I stand over you, proud and strong, I flex my biceps out while I tilt my head down, my red eyes sharp, and through the blood dripping from my nose I finally speak:My voice is raw, filled with breath and fire “Wanted a taste of Midgar’s champion? Well, there you go, served right in your face, bitch.”

09:39 Tifa_Lockhartt: All the people in the gym clap their hands. Yuffie jumps and screams, waving her arms wildly, “THAT’S MY GIRL! YESSS!” Cloud claps hard from ringside, his eyes on me with a proud half-smile, his voice calling my name. Aerith stands next to him, her hands together, applauding softly with a bright smile, her gentle voice carrying through the noise "I knew you would win!". I stay there for a moment longer, my foot pressing on your stomach, my chest heaving, blood still running down my face. I raise one glove to the air as the crowd roars for me, then I stretch out my arms over my head, arching my back a little to hit my classic victory pose.. the champion of Midgar standing tall over her beaten foe. 😌

09:40 Tifa_Lockhartt: https://x.com/i/status/1940766941016363139

09:41 Tifa_Lockhartt:

09:43 Valenzuela: Darkness. That’s all there is for me at first… no sound, no light, no pain… just a heavy, endless black. It almost feels merciful. For a moment I think the fight never happened, that maybe I’m back in my own bed, dreaming. It won’t be until I see the video that I realise your foot was on my broken abs, as I lay helpless beneath you, the ultimate humiliation. Then… it seeps in. Noise first. A wall of sound, muffled at the edges, rising like a tide until I can make out the chant, the name that isn’t mine. “TIFA! TIFA! TIFA!” Each roar is a hammer driving straight into my skull. Then the pain comes. My ear throbs like it’s split open, my jaw pulses sharp with every shallow breath, my ribs burn every time my chest tries to rise. My nose feels broken in three places, blood clogging the back of my throat. My lips are split, swollen, sticky. Even the canvas beneath me feels hot, slick, unforgiving against my back. My eyes flutter open slowly, one swollen nearly shut, the other catching the blur of the lights above Costa del Sol, harsh and blinding. The world tilts sideways, shapes hovering over me, my corner, the referee, shadows of faces staring down. I groan low into my mouthguard, the sound wet and broken, barely my own voice.

09:43 Valenzuela: I try to move an arm but it feels like lifting a stone. My glove twitches weakly at my side, nothing more. My breasts rise and fall heavy inside my soaked bra, sweat and blood sliding down my ribs. I realize I’m still spread wide on the mat, legs open, arms splayed, the whole arena watching me like a fallen animal. Shame hits hardest of all. My pride aches worse than the bruises, knowing I was out cold for a full minute, helpless, while the crowd crowned you. Tears mix with blood at the corner of my eye as the reality sinks in, I was finished, broken, beaten so badly the ref never even counted, beaten by a much younger woman with faster fists and a higher fight IQ. All I can do is breathe shallow, blinking at the blur of the lights, waiting for someone to lift me from this canvas that swallowed me whole.