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MATCH #173: ACE VS. YANA (Boxing Match)
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Ace_Gacumo: The old locker room hums with dim fluorescent light as I wrap my hands, the tape tightening around my knuckles. Sweat and leather hang in the air. I glance at my reflection, gloves, black Muay Thai shorts, chest still glistening from warm-ups. One deep breath. This empty gym is about to get loud with just the two of us.
I push the locker room door open and make my way down the quiet hallway. Each step echoes. The ring sits under a single overhead lamp like a stage waiting for a fight. You’re already there, bouncing lightly on your toes, 5'6", compact, focused.I climb through the ropes, feeling the canvas flex beneath my feet. My muscles settle into that sharp, ready tension. I roll my shoulders, raise my gloves, and stare you down across the ring.
I smirk.“Hope you didn’t come here thinking your followers can save you,” I say, tapping my gloves together. “Because in this gym, it’s just you and this man who’s about to make you fall flat on the mat.”The bell hasn’t even rung, but the challenge is already hanging heavy between us.
FBYANA: I’m in the empty gym, gloves up, sweat cooling on my shoulders as I drill jabs in the ring. The ropes creak when you step in, towering and smug. I smirk, raising my blue gloves.
“So that’s your big entrance? For someone your size, you sure don’t hit as hard as you talk.” I bounce on my toes, closing the distance. “Come on then, let me show you how an Indonesian girl makes a Filipino heavyweight sleep in this ring.”
Ace_Gacumo: I step closer, lifting my gloves just enough so you can see the seriousness in my eyes. The empty gym feels even quieter now, like it’s holding its breath. “Before we start,” I say, my voice low, controlled, “let’s make the rules clear. One round. No breaks. No mercy. We go until one of us is knocked out, SIMPLE AS THAT.”
I circle you slowly, the canvas whispering under my feet. “This isn’t some friendly spar, Yana... This is a real fight. And I’m telling you now,” I pause, letting the silence punch harder than my fists, “it’s going to get really brutal and bloody.”
My glare hardens, my stance tightening as the predator in me surfaces. “You wanted to step into the ring with me? Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when you’re the one lying on this canvas, wondering why you ever thought you could stand toe-to-toe with me.” I lower my chin, fists rising, a faint grin tugging at my mouth. “Ready, Yana? Time to see if you’re as tough as your captions.”
FBYANA: My fists slice the air, POP, POP, as I snap two sharp jabs toward your guard, feeling the sting roll up my knuckles. I glare right back at you. “Brutal? Bloody? Please. I’ve taken harder hits from training bags that don’t even move.” I step in, shoulder loose, smirking. “You think I’m scared of your size? I’m about to embarrass you in your own ring.”
Ace_Gacumo: Your jabs crack against my guard—tight, fast, sharper than I expected. The sting vibrates down my forearms, a quick reminder that you didn’t come here to play. The second jab slips along my glove and clips my cheekbone. A small shock runs through me, waking something deeper, heavier. I exhale once.
“Not bad,” I mutter, rolling my neck. “But you just woke up the really worst part of me.” I shift my stance, weight sinking, hips coiling. Then I drive forward. My right cross slams in first, a solid, thudding shot, burying itself into your ribs. The contact is crisp, a heavy crack echoing across the empty gym. I feel your body jolt from the impact.
Before you can reset, I bring a second cross, even harder, twisting my whole torso behind it. Another brutal shot, sinking deep into the same spot, forcing the air out of your lungs. Leather-on-flesh echoes through the ring like a drum. I stare you down, breath steady. “Now you’re fighting ME, Yana… not a training bag.”
FBYANA: The first punch caves into my ribs, THUDDDD, and fire shoots up my side. “Aaaaaahhhhhhh!” I clutch my elbow tight to protect myself, knees dipping as the second shot slams into the same spot, ripping the breath from my lungs. My vision flickers, teeth grit.
“D-damn... that all you’ve got?” I rasp, one hand bracing the ropes for balance. Desperation flares hot in my chest. I shove off the canvas, twisting my hips and hurling a straight punch at you, hoping to break through before the pain drops me.
Ace_Gacumo: You spring forward, pain driving you like a spark jumping to flame. I see your punch slicing in, a desperate, wild straight, and I pivot just enough for it to graze past my jaw. “Still fighting, that's good, bitch”
I growl, planting my feet. Then I punish the opening you leave behind. My glove rips upward in a brutal left uppercut, cracking into your cheek. Trying to make your head snap back, a fine mist of sweat, and seeing some thin mist of blood from your lip, bursting into the air.
Before you can fall away, I drive a second uppercut from the opposite side, hammering into your jaw with a deep, bone-thudding impact. The shock runs up my arm, the sound sharp and violent in the empty gym. I stand over you, breathing hard but steady. “Keep rushing me like that, lil' one,” I say, voice low, “and I’ll break more than just your huge... ego... hehehe.”
FBYANA: The first uppercut blasts my cheek, white heat flashing through my skull. “Ngggghhhhh!!!” My head whips back, spit and a thin trail of blood snapping into the air. Before I can steady myself, the second uppercut detonates against my jaw. My legs buckle, vision swimming, the ring tilting under me.
I stagger forward, refusing to drop, my blue gloves trembling as I reach for you. “Y-you... S-ssshut up...” I breathe, voice cracked with pain. I wrap my arms around you in a desperate clinch, clinging with every ounce of strength I have left, trying to smother your power before another punch caves me in.
Ace_Gacumo: You latch onto me, your arms shaking, breath hot and broken against my shoulder. I feel the desperation in your grip, tight, clinging, anything to stop the flood of damage I’ve been pouring into you. Yet I’m not even letting you drown on me.
I grab your forearms, plant my feet, and shove you backward towards the ropes with a sharp whip of tension. The whole ring trembles. “Bad move,” I tell you, stepping in close, my shadow swallowing yours. “Now you can’t run from me, babe 😉” I lower my stance, trying to unleash hell.
The first punch drills deep into your stomach, a brutal, wet THHHHUUUUDDDDD, folding you forward, a spray of spit and blood flying from your mouth as the air rips out of you. The second shot slams into the exact same spot, harder, sharper, my knuckles sinking into soft, battered flesh. Before your knees can fully drop, I twist and bury a third punch into your core, a savage body-crusher that sends another burst of red across your glove and the canvas.
I hold you up by the shoulder, keeping you from falling. “Still think you can smother me good, Yana?” I whisper. “Because your soft body says otherwise.”
FBYANA: Your punches crush into my stomach. THUD… THUD… THUD, each one ripping a broken gasp from my throat. “Aaaaa-ahhhhhhh!!!” My body curls over your glove, spit and blood dripping from my lip as the ropes dig into my back. My legs wobble, useless, and when you hold me up by the shoulder, my head lolls forward, vision blurry.
“You... bastard...” I wheeze, clutching my battered abdomen. You let go, and I slump to the mat, pain exploding through my ribs. I try to push up, arms shaking violently, one knee dragging under me, desperate not to stay down.
Ace_Gacumo: You collapse at my feet, your body folding the moment I release you. I watch you struggle, arms trembling, knee scraping against the canvas, breath rattling in your chest. Every movement sends another ripple of pain through your ribs, and I can hear it in the small, broken sounds escaping you throughout the arena.
I take one slow step toward you, taunting you. “Stay down, babe..” I warn, voice low but cutting through the silence of the empty gym. “You’re only making this worse for yourself.” But you keep trying to rise, dragging yourself upright inch by inch, refusing to quit. I almost admire the stubbornness, almost. I crouch beside you, my shadow swallowing your shaking form.
“You call me a bastard...” I murmur, tilting your chin up gently with my glove, “...but you walked in here looking like a bitch” As you finally manage to lift your head, barely balanced on one knee, I stand straight again, lifting my fists. “Fine, lol kitty,” I say, stepping back and giving you room you can’t use. “If you want more, I’ll give you more.” Your blood drips onto the mat. “Get up, Yana,” I growl. “I’m not done breaking you yet, hehehe.”
FBYANA: Blood slips from my lip, warm on my tongue, dripping onto the canvas. My abs throb with every breath, bruised and screaming, doubt clawing at the edge of my mind, maybe I can’t… “No…” I hiss, wiping the blood with the back of my glove. “I’m not giving you that satisfaction.”
I force myself upright, wobbling on one knee, pride choking the pain. Your words burn worse than your punches. My vision swims, but I lock onto your face. “Break me? Keep dreaming, you bastard” I snarl through gritted teeth. Then I lunge, sudden, desperate, and snap a cheap, reckless hook straight at your jaw.
Ace_Gacumo: Your hook cracks against my jaw, sloppy, wide, desperate, but it still snaps my head to the side. Pain flashes through my cheekbone. For a moment, I’m stunned that you connected at all. Then the heat hits me, turning me on... Slow... Boiling... Rage...
I turn back toward you, eyes narrowing, breath steadying into something darker. “You really shouldn’t have done that.” I step in fast My fist slams into your chest, dead center, a blunt THHUUUMMMPPPP that drives you backward and rips a choked gasp from your throat. Before you can fold, I blast a second punch right beside the first, a crushing, rib-rattling blow that knocks more blood from your mouth.
Then I unleash the fury. A rapid-fire barrage hammers into your huge chest, left, right, left, right, each punch landing with violent, echoing cracks. Your body jerks with every shot, the canvas trembling beneath your feet. Bruises bloom under my gloves as I pound your sternum and ribs, forcing the air out of you in broken, wheezing bursts. I wanted your guard collapses. And your legs buckle.
And still I didn't have a damn as I drive one final, brutal cross into your upper chest, lifting you off balance and sending another spray of blood across my glove. I loom over you, breathing hard. “You hit me once,” I growl, “and I answered with ten. Remember that.”
FBYANA: Your fist caves into my chest, THHHUUUMMMMPPPPPP and the sound rips a broken whimper out of me. “Nnnn-nnngggghhhhh… sss-sstop…” slips out before I can choke it back. The second punch slams in harder, blood spraying from my lip as my knees knock together.
Then the barrage hits. Each blow crashes into my chest, snapping my body back, ribs screaming, breath shredding into tiny, desperate sobs. “Aaaa-ahhhhhh, pleaseee,” I gasp, arms useless, guard gone. My vision flickers white with every brutal impact.
Your final cross blasts upward into my chest, lifting me off balance, my body twisting before I spill onto the mat, rolling helplessly from the force. I clutch my reddened chest, trembling, wheezing, trying, and failing to drag myself up. My fingers slip on the canvas, but I still reach forward, pride refusing to die even as my body crumples again.
Ace_Gacumo: I watch your fingers scrape uselessly against the canvas, your body shaking, every breath a torn, ragged gasp. You’re trying, just barely, to rise, but your arms fold, your legs twitch, and you collapse again with a pathetic thud. I step closer, looming over you, shadow swallowing your broken shape.
“That’s it? That’s all you got?” I sneer. “All that angst, and look at you now. Crawling. Begging. Falling apart from punches I didn’t even throw at full power.” You try again, trembling, lifting yourself a few inches before your arm buckles and your chest slams back down.
I shake my head slowly. “You don’t belong in the same ring as me, Yana. You’re not a REAL fighter, you’re a wannabe, pretending you can survive before me.” I crouch beside you, voice dropping into a cold whisper. “You felt the difference the moment my gloves touched you. Skill. Power. Control. Everything you don’t have, bitch.”
As I see you twitch, trying once more to rise, I put a gloved hand on your back and push you down effortlessly. “Stay there,” I growl. “This is the closest you’ll ever get to standing on my level.”
FBYANA: My vision swims, black edging into red, as I feel your glove shove me flat again. My cheek drags against the canvas, hot with shame, cold with sweat. Every breath burns. Every inch of my ribs screams. But your words... Those fucking words... those cut deeper than the punches.
“N-nnnoooo...” I whisper, though it barely leaves my throat. My arms tremble as I plant my palms, fingers clawing at the mat. I can feel you towering behind me, feel the weight of your dominance pressing down even when you’re not touching me. My knees wobble, almost buckle, but I force them to lock. I lurch forward, crashing into the ropes chest-first. The cables bite into me, but I cling to them, wheezing, dragging myself upright inch by inch. My legs shake violently, threatening to betray me again.
Your voice echoes in my skull, WANNABE... BITCH... STAY DOWN... I grit my teeth, blood running from my lip, and pull harder. “Fuck... D-ddoonnn’t… c-counntt me out yet... YOU FUCKING MONSTER!!!” I barely choke out, barely standing, one arm draped over the top rope. My body hangs like it might fall any second. But I lift my head. I make you look at me. Even if I can’t stop you. Even if I’m broken. I’m still rising to face you.
Ace_Gacumo: You drag yourself upright like a dying soldier, clinging to those ropes as if they’re the only thing keeping you alive. I watch every shaky inch of your rise, your knees buckling, your chest heaving, your arms trembling so violently they look ready to snap. And still, you still fucking stand. A slow, menacing smile spreads across my face.
“So that’s your pride, huh?” I murmur, stepping forward, rolling my shoulders, tightening my gloves. “Good. That just makes breaking you mean something.” Your eyes lift to me, foggy, unfocused, but defiant. That tiny spark only makes my blood boil. I slide into range, posture relaxed, being the predator that toys on his preys.
I see you’re barely holding yourself up, ribs swollen and purple from the punishment I already carved into you. Every breath you take looks like a sin your body can’t afford. I lower my stance. My fist coils at my side. “You rose just to fall harder.”
I tilt my head, watching your bruised abdomen shudder with each desperate inhale. Then I push off my back foot, hips turning, shoulder snapping forward, aiming a brutal, finishing uppercut straight into the soft, shattered remains of your abs. “No more standing,” I growl. “This ends now.”.
FBYANA: My legs feel like they’re held together by threads, every muscle screaming, every breath a blade in my lungs. Your shadow closes over me, calm, confident, certain I’m finished. I see your stance drop, that lethal coil in your shoulders, the incoming uppercut meant to fold me in half.
But then something inside me snaps, not from pain, but from from refusal to lose. Before your punch fires, I shove off the ropes, my whole body protesting, vision flashing white. I dive forward, not gracefully, not smartly, just desperately. My fist swings in a wide, shaky arc. My knuckles going to smash into your abs. It’s not clean. It’s not strong. But wanna make sure it lands.
You might grunt barely, but I hear it. And that sound gives me one heartbeat of strength. I then twist my hips and throw another hook, sloppy, wild, but driven by pure stubborn fury, slamming again into your hard midsection. Pain explodes through my ribs as I swing out.
A ragged scream tears out of me as I force the last of my power into a third hook, aiming for the same spot, my whole body shaking violently. “Hhhhhaaaahhhhhhh!!!” I know it won’t drop you. I know it won’t scare you. But I might make you acknowledge that I fought back.
Ace_Gacumo: Your first hook catches me off-guard, not powerful, but sharp enough to jolt a grunt out of my throat. The second lands an instant later, sloppy but desperate, forcing a tight breath from my chest. The third digs in deeper than it should, and for a split second, I feel the sting through my core.
This kitty actually fought back, as I smirk through the low pain. “So you still have those... enormous... guns.. hehehe,” I mutter. Before you can wind up again, I surge forward and wrap you up, locking you into a rough clinch.
Our bodies crash together, your sweat-soaked breasts trembling against my own pecs, your breath hot and broken against my shoulder. I feel your ribs shifting under my grip, feel how close you are to collapsing again. I would then push real hard, driving you backward until your spine slams into the corner post, ropes rattling violently around us.
I wanted you trapped, my arms tangled with yours, my weight pinning you in place, my abs pressing into your shaking body. “So you want to hit my body?” I breathe against your ear. “Fine. I’ll show you what real body shots feel like.”
Ace_Gacumo: I slide one arm under yours, securing you. My other fist cocks back just a few inches, no room for wind-up, no need. THUD. My glove sinks into your bruised abs, folding your stomach inward. TTHHUUDD.Another, harder, your knees jumping on impact. TTTHHHUUUDDDD!!! A final cruel shot, ripping the air from your lungs, your breath breaking against my chest. “Now stay down, bitch!!!” I growl, tightening my grip as you sag.
FBYANA: My back slams into the corner post, the shock shooting up my spine. Your weight crushes into me, trapping me, stealing what little air I had left. Then... THUD. Your glove buries into my stomach. My mouth drops open, no sound coming out. THUD. I jolt, a tiny whimper breaking loose as my knees buckle. THUD.
The last punch knocks everything out of me. My body folds forward against you, forehead brushing your shoulder as a choked sob escapes before I can stop it. “A-A-aace... p-please...” My voice cracks, barely more than a trembling breath. “S-sstoppp it j-jjust... j-jjjussst a second... I c-can’t... I can’t breathe...”
FBYANA: I clutch weakly at your arms, not fighting, just holding on, desperate, shaking. “Pp-ppplease... n-nnooo more... j-jjust... j-jjuust wait...” My words tumble out soft, broken, pleading through tears I can’t swallow back. “I... I’m done... I can’t... I can’t take another one...”
Ace_Gacumo: Your cracked little pleas tremble against my loving arms, warm breath shaking, tears smearing against my skin. I feel your fingers clutching at me, not fighting, just begging. Your whole body vibrates with the aftershock of those punches. And yet my expression doesn’t soften, not even for a second.
I tilt your chin up with my glove, forcing your tear-wet eyes to meet my cold eyes. “Poor Yana... you AGREED to this,” I say, voice low and merciless. “No ref. No mercy. No standing eight.” My hand slides to the back of your neck, guiding your limp form upward until you’re barely on your feet. “This ends by KNOCKOUT only, my bitch.”
Ace_Gacumo: I hook your arms over the top ropes, one, then the other, letting them hang loose and helpless, your body swaying forward, your stomach exposed and trembling. You’re too weak to pull them back down. And too broken to resist. I take half a step back. Square my stance. Roll my shoulders.
I didn't know if you see it coming, yet the dread on your face was just too sweet. My first punch sinks deep into your already-ruined abs... THUMMP!!! and your breath shoots out in a strangled cry. The second comes fasterTHUUUDDD!!! your knees dip, but the ropes keep you standing, keep you suffering. I lean in close to your ear as you tremble.
“You wanted a break, hun?” I drive a third body punch straight into the center of your gut, BWHUUMPPPP!!! folding your stomach inward, your whole body jerking violently. “You’ll get one,” I grab your jaw, forcing you to look at me as you gasp helplessly “...when you’re fucking dead.”
FBYANA: The first punch knocks what little strength I had left straight out of my body. My legs give instantly, but the ropes catch my arms, holding me upright in a cruel, dangling slump. The second blow caves into my stomach, and a wet, broken gasp bursts from my throat. My vision blurs, black spots swallowing the ring, my head lolling forward as blood drips from my lip onto your chest.
By the third punch, my whole body jerks once, twice, then goes limp. I just hang there, suspended only because the ropes refuse to let me fall.My arms are dead weights, tangled uselessly above me. My knees knock together, unable to lock. My head droops to the side, cheek pressing weakly against my bicep. I can’t lift my arms. I can’t pull myself free.I can barely breathe. I’m just... hanging there, broken, bloody, and completely at your mercy.
Ace_Gacumo: You’re barely conscious, barely breathing, hanging there like a ragdoll, held up only by the ropes. Your head droops, your blood drips, your body slack and ruined. I step in front of you, studying the wreck I turned you into. “This is your end,” I murmur, kissing you in the lips passionately, and yet some deadly intentions oozing “Stay awake for it if you can.” Then I start this nightmarish barrage...
Ace_Gacumo: THUUUDDD. My glove slams into your gut, your whole body twitching weakly. THHHUUUMMMPPP. A shot to your ribs, forcing a strangled wheeze from your slack mouth. BWWHHUMMMPPPHHH. Your stomach folds inward, spit flying from your lips. THUUUDDD. You swing forward and back like a broken pendulum. CRRRAAACCCKKK. A hook digs into your side, your arm slipping lower in the ropes.
THUMMMPPP. Another deep body shot, your breath hitches, almost silent. THUUUDDD. Your knees buckle completely, but the ropes still bind you upright. WHUUUMMMPPP. Your head snaps forward, then droops again. BHHMMMMPPPPHHH. A final cruel straight to the solar plexus, your body convulsing once. You sag, barely alive on your feet, eyes half-glazed, mouth open and trembling. I step close, lift your chin with my glove, forcing your eyes to mine one last time. “This one ends you.” I lower my stance, twist my hips, and launch a brutal uppercut straight into your destroyed midsection BWWWOOOOOOOMMM!!!
The impact rips your torso upward. Your mouthguard shoots from your lips, spinning through the air. Your arms snap free of the ropes. Your body lifts off the canvas, just an inch, before collapsing. You crash onto your back in a lifeless heap, limbs splayed, chest barely rising. Knockout. Decisive. Total.
FBYANA: The first punch hits, and my stomach caves, breath ripping out in a strangled gasp. My arms tremble uselessly, but the ropes hold me up just enough to keep from collapsing. The second lands sharper, and I feel the air leave my lungs. My knees quiver violently, head drooping, vision swimming with red and black. By the third, my ribs scream. My mouth tastes blood, my teeth clattering slightly as my body jerks forward, then back.
The fourth, fifth, and sixth punches batter me like a relentless storm, each one folding my stomach inward, twisting my torso, tearing what little strength I had left. My hands slip from the ropes, arms dangling, useless.
FBYANA: Seven, eight, nine, my body convulses with each strike. My legs wobble. My head lolls to the side. I can barely hold my eyes open, barely cling to consciousness. Then, the tenth, and final one. A brutal uppercut rips through me. My mouthguard flies off my mouth, my body snaps free from the ropes, and I’m airborne for a heartbeat.
The canvas rushes up, and then darkness swallows me completely. I hit the mat hard. Motionless. Cold. Knockout. No fight left. Only silence and the pounding echo of your final blows.
Ace_Gacumo: She hits the canvas like a ragdoll, arms sprawled, mouthguard lying a few inches away. For a moment, I just stand there, watching the slow rise and fall of her huge breasts, feeling the finality of the knockout settle over the ring. A cold, heartless smile spreads across my face.
I step over her, planting my right foot firmly on those huge boobies, toes pressing down, weight pinning her to the mat. My arm rises, flexing, showing off every tensed muscle, every inch of dominance. The empty arena whistles in silence, but I don’t need it. I’ve conquered her. I am the apex.
Ace_Gacumo: I glance down at her, still limp, still beaten, before gripping her by the arm and dragging her up to her knees. Her body shudders under my control, every ounce of resistance gone. Then, without hesitation, I drive my knee upward into her abdomen, one, twice, three times!!! Making me crushing the air from her lungs.
She doubles over, a pained gasp ripping from her throat. Her hands clutch uselessly at my body, but I hold her there, cold and unrelenting. I look out over the ring, letting the moment stretch,my victory total, undeniable. Every bruise, every strike, every knockout counted for this one conclusion: she was mine to break, mine to dominate, and mine to remind that in my ring, mercy has no place.
FBYANA: The world is blurry when you haul me upward, my legs barely responding, my body trembling in your grip. My bruises throb with every heartbeat, each breath scraping painfully through my swollen ribs. I can’t even lift my head; it just hangs, blood dripping from my lip onto your chest.
Then, your knee slams into my abdomen three times... Ooofffttt... Ooofffttt... Oooffffftttt!!!. A white-hot mist explosion tears through me. My mouth opens in a silent scream, no air left to make sound. My body folds over your knee, arms dangling weakly at my sides. Pain floods everything, my stomach clenched tight, ribs burning, lungs refusing to pull in air. My vision cracks into static. I try to push against you, but my hands slip off your skin, too weak, too numb.
A broken, breathless whimper escapes me. “Mmm-mmmggghhhh p-ppllease..” I slump down the moment you loosen your grip, collapsing onto my knees, trembling, bruised, defeated, barely conscious beneath the weight of what you just did to me.
Ace_Gacumo: You collapse to your knees, swaying, barely holding yourself upright. Your bruises bloom dark across your ribs and stomach, your breaths shallow and broken. You look up at me, eyes glassy, scared, defeated.
Such a perfect picture, as I crouch in front of you, gripping your chin between my glove and thumb, forcing your trembling face upward. “Say it,” I command quietly. Your lips tremble.“Say you submit to me., my bitch..” You try to shake your head, but you don’t have the strength. I tighten my grip. “Say it, Yana. Out loud. Or I break you worse than I already have.”
FBYANA: A tear slips down your cheek.“PP-PPLEASE.. I... I S-SSSUBMIT!!!” you yell those words out, voice cracking into nothing.
Ace_Gacumo: I smile. “That’s what I wanted to hear, my bitch.” I then reach for the steel chain coiled in my corner. I loop it around your throat and shoulders, not choking you, just binding you, claiming you. Your body trembles uncontrollably, too weak to even resist the cold metal.
Then I pull you backward, letting out a primal grunt... HHHNNNGGGGHHHH!!! You fall onto your stomach, groaning weakly. I sit on your lower back, threading the chain around your chin and pulling your head and chest upward brutally, locking you into a chain-assisted camel clutch. Your back arches violently. Your mouth opens in a silent scream.. Your hands paw helplessly at the canvas.
"Welcome to real pain,” I growl, yanking the chain back further. Your body spasms once... twice... Then finally goes limp, your consciousness slipping away under the crushing stretch and suffocating pressure. Broken. Spent. And fucking finished.
FBYANA: The chain bites into my skin the moment it loops around my shoulders and under my chin, cold, heavy, humiliating. I try to lift my hands, to pull it away, but my arms barely respond, shaking uselessly beneath me. Then you drag me down. My chest hits the canvas with a thud, the impact knocking what little breath I had left out of me.
Before I can even gasp, your weight settles onto my lower back, locking me in place. My eyes widen, a soft, terrified whimper leaking out. “N-NNOOOO!!!… P-PPLEASE!!!” The chain jerks back. Pain explodes through my spine, white, blinding, paralyzing. My head wrenches upward against the metal, my back arching so violently my ribs feel like they might crack. My fingers claw at the mat, dragging weak lines through the canvas.
A strangled cry tears out of me, raw and broken. My legs kick once… then fail. My arms tremble… then collapse. My vision swims, going soft at the edges. “ST-STOP IT... I C-CAN’T...” I whisper, voice fading into a breathy sob as the chain forces my mouth open. Another pull, my consciousness flickers. My body goes slack, trembling lightly beneath you, the pain smothering the last of my awareness until everything slips into darkness.
Ace_Gacumo: I feel your body finally go limp beneath me, the last shiver leaving your muscles as the chain hangs loose in my grasp. No more resistance. No more voice. Just the dull, empty rise and fall of someone barely conscious.
I then release the chain and let your poor body drop. You hit the canvas with a soft, defeated thud. I stand over you, breathing slow and warm, looking down at what’s left of the fighter who thought she could stand with me.
Your face is swollen around one eye, lip split and bleeding. Bruises spread across your midsection, deep, ugly marks where each punch dug into you. Your stomach rises and falls unevenly, every breath a struggle. Sweat, blood, and exhaustion stain your porcelain skin. Your arms lie motionless at your sides, fingers curled weakly, legs barely twitching. You’re fucking done, Yana. Not just beaten, broken.
Ace_Gacumo: I crouch beside you, lifting your chin lightly with one gloved finger so your barely-open eyes meet mine. “Look at me, my bitch,” I say calmly. “Remember this. This is what happens when you step into the ring with the great Ace Gacumo.”
I drop your chin, letting your head fall to the mat. “Next time,” I warn, standing tall over your collapsed body, stomping deep into your bloodied breasts..., “don’t come back unless you’re ready to take even worse. Because I definitely won’t hold back, not for a second.” I turn away, leaving you lying bloodied, battered, and motionless on the canvas, a reminder of my dominance, and a warning of what waits if you ever dare challenge me again.
Ace_Gacumo: (end of match)
Published: 5 days ago, viewed 79 times.
Kelly-Awesome
4 days agoWow, Ace ! ! You haven't lost a step... or a Chain ! ! Good brutal match, you two ! !
Djcbaby1
4 days agoNow that was quite the beat down. Nicely done