UNDERGROUND CATFIGHT

Vortex and Clare vs. Raven and Sasha

Topless kickboxing until KO

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The match is a part of Underground Topless Kickboxing Tournament of teams, 2vs2

Victory criteria: The match ends when both members of one team are KOed

Characters description

Team 1

Vortex, female, redhead, 22y.o., 168cm, 65kg, average fitness, PhD student in mathematics, with some fencing experience, dressed into dark red silk kickboxing trousers, topless.

Tall thin sweaty young beautiful latina names Clare with dark hair wearing a metallic gold silk loose kickboxing pants metallic gold boxing gloves, topless and barefoot. 5'10" 140 pounds.

Team 2

Raven, a fierce and agile fighter. She's 25 years old, standing at 170cm (5'7") and weighing 62kg (137 lbs). Raven has jet-black hair tied back into a tight ponytail, piercing green eyes, and a lean, toned physique from years of martial arts training. She’s a freelance graphic designer by day, but by night, she channels her energy into underground fighting. With a background in Taekwondo, she’s quick on her feet and specializes in high kicks. Raven is dressed in black silk kickboxing trousers with silver trim, topless, and barefoot, her hands wrapped in black tape for protection.

Sasha, a powerhouse with a commanding presence. She’s 28 years old, 180cm (5'11") tall, and weighs 72kg (159 lbs). Sasha has short, platinum blonde hair, icy blue eyes, and a muscular build honed from years of weightlifting and kickboxing. She’s a personal trainer with a no-nonsense attitude and a competitive streak. Her experience in Muay Thai makes her a formidable opponent, especially with her devastating elbow strikes and clinch work. Sasha wears deep blue silk kickboxing trousers with gold embroidery, topless, and barefoot, her hands fitted with blue boxing gloves.

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Before the match

The underground arena is buzzing with energy, the crowd packed tight around the makeshift ring. Dim lights flicker overhead, casting shadows on the concrete floor, and the air is thick with anticipation. Raven and Sasha stand in their corner, stretching and exchanging a few words of strategy, their eyes scanning Vortex and Clare across the ring. Raven smirks confidently, cracking her knuckles, while Sasha rolls her shoulders, her gaze intense and focused.

Vortex: **with a thin smile* "Hmm, they look tough, but we should be able to handle them... which one will you take on?"

Clare: "I'll take the blonde one, Sasha"

Raven: **with a sly grin, glancing at Vortex and Clare** "Looks like we've got a mathematician and a tall one to deal with. I’ll take the redhead, Vortex. I bet I can outmaneuver her fencing tricks with my kicks."

Sasha: **nodding, her eyes locked on Clare with a steely determination** "Good. I’ve got the Latina, Clare. She’s tall, but I’ll close the distance and wear her down in the clinch. Let’s make this quick."

They bump fists, their focus sharpening as the crowd’s roar grows louder, signaling the start of the match is near. Raven bounces lightly on her toes, ready to strike, while Sasha adjusts her gloves, her stance low and grounded.

The underground arena vibrates with raw energy as the crowd’s cheers reach a fever pitch. A gruff voice crackles through a makeshift microphone, cutting through the noise as the announcer steps into the center of the ring, a spotlight flickering over him.

Announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight’s main event in the underground topless kickboxing tournament! We’ve got a thrilling 2vs2 match lined up for you! In the red corner, we have the fiery duo of Vortex, the redheaded mathematician with a sharp edge, and Clare, the towering Latina with a golden shine! And in the blue corner, their opponents, the deadly pair of Raven, the agile Taekwondo striker, and Sasha, the powerhouse Muay Thai beast! This fight ends when both members of one team are knocked out cold! Fighters, step to the center for the rules!"

The crowd roars as the announcer gestures for both teams to approach. Vortex and Clare stride forward from their corner, their expressions focused yet determined. Across from them, Raven and Sasha move with purpose, Raven’s smirk unwavering as she locks eyes with Vortex, while Sasha’s intense gaze fixes on Clare. The four fighters stand mere feet apart in the center of the ring, the tension palpable as the announcer raises his hand.

Announcer: "No biting, no eye-gouging, no low blows. Keep it clean, keep it fierce. Protect yourselves at all times. Touch gloves if you wish, then back to your corners. We start on the bell!"

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Round 1

The bell rings with a sharp DING, and the underground arena erupts as the fight begins. The crowd’s roar fuels the intensity in the ring as the fighters spring into action.

The bell DINGs...

Vortex: Vortex touches gloves with Raven and immediately gets into a kickboxing defensive stance. She is jumping being light on her feet studying her opponent's defenses and makes a quick one-two jab combo trying to deliver a quick hit to Raven's nose 

Vortex: smirking "Let's see how the graphics of your nose could be improved"

Clare: I touch gloves with Sasha and give her a smile. I step back and bounce on my toes shaking off any nervous energy. I move away from Vortex and Raven as to not get caught in some double teaming. I give a flirty wink to Sasha and fire off two left jabs targeting her eye.

Raven: Raven meets Vortex’s glove touch with a quick tap, her sly grin widening at the redhead’s taunt. She drops into a Taekwondo stance, her body angled sideways, hands up near her face, and feet light as she mirrors Vortex’s movement. As Vortex bounces and studies her, Raven’s sharp green eyes track every shift. When Vortex throws the quick one-two jab combo aiming for her nose, Raven sways her head to the left, narrowly dodging the first jab, but the second grazes her cheek. She chuckles, unfazed. Raven: smirking back "Nice try, math nerd. Let’s calculate this!" She retaliates swiftly, aiming a fast front snap kick with her lead leg toward Vortex’s midsection, trying to push her back and disrupt her rhythm.

Sasha: Sasha taps gloves with Clare, her icy blue eyes narrowing slightly at the flirty smile and wink, though her expression remains stoic. She steps back into a Muay Thai stance, knees slightly bent, elbows tight, ready to close distance. As Clare bounces on her toes and moves away from the other pair, Sasha stalks forward, her movements deliberate. When Clare fires off the two left jabs targeting her eye, Sasha raises her guard, blocking the first with her right glove, but the second slips through, snapping her head back slightly as it connects near her left eyebrow. She grunts, unshaken, and closes the gap quickly. Sasha: muttering with a cold edge "Cute. Let’s see how you flirt with this." She aims a powerful low kick with her right leg, targeting Clare’s left thigh, trying to slow her movement and set up for a closer exchange.

The crowd cheers wildly as the first blows are traded, the energy in the ring electric.

Vortex: Vortex being fresh and clear as the fight has only begun quickly side-steps avoiding the kick, and then tries a quick retaliation with her elbow pinch darting to Raven's body-side

Clare: I see the kick from Sasha coming i try to side step her kick and follow it up with a big right kick targeting Sasha's jaw. I have a smile on my face. This is so much fun.

Raven: Raven’s front snap kick slices through the air, but Vortex’s quick side-step leaves her striking nothing. Raven’s eyes narrow as she resets her stance, her body still angled, ready to defend. When Vortex darts in with a sharp elbow pinch aiming for her body-side, Raven twists her torso, attempting to absorb the blow on her arm rather than her ribs. The elbow grazes her forearm, stinging but not slowing her down. 

Raven: gritting her teeth with a smirk "Fast, huh? Let’s turn up the heat!" She counters immediately, aiming a swift roundhouse kick with her right leg toward Vortex’s left side, trying to catch her off-balance after the elbow strike and test her defensive reflexes.

Sasha: Sasha’s low kick whips toward Clare’s thigh, but Clare’s side-step dodges the brunt of the impact, though the edge of Sasha’s shin still brushes against her leg. Sasha’s expression remains cold and focused as she plants her foot back down, undeterred. When Clare retaliates with a big right kick aiming for Sasha’s jaw, Sasha ducks her head slightly and raises her left glove to block, the kick slamming into her guard with force, pushing her shoulder back a bit. She notices Clare’s playful smile and lets out a low huff. Sasha: muttering through a tight jaw "Having fun? Good. I fight better when they smile." She steps in aggressively, trying to close the distance even further, and aims a hard left hook toward Clare’s ribs, hoping to punish her for the flashy kick and disrupt her rhythm.

Vortex: Vortex being a bit surprised with the speed of her opponent has managed to block that kick but only partially, absorbing it with her left hand's elbow. She got of-balance for a moment, but then regained it and tried a kick of her own, aiming a sharp front kick to Raven's guts

Clare: Sasha hits me hard in the ribs. I wince from the pain but my smile returns. I use my long arms to grab Sasha and try to knee her in the belly twice in retaliation

Raven: Raven’s roundhouse kick connects partially, Vortex’s elbow taking some of the impact, and Raven smirks as she sees her opponent momentarily lose balance. She pulls her leg back, ready to press the advantage, but Vortex recovers quickly. As Vortex launches a sharp front kick aiming for Raven’s guts, Raven tightens her core and steps back slightly, raising her arms in a cross-guard to absorb the blow. The kick lands against her forearms, pushing her back a step, but she grunts through it, her stance holding firm. Raven: with a taunting chuckle "Not bad, red. But you’ll need more than that!" She retaliates swiftly, aiming a quick left jab toward Vortex’s cheek, trying to distract her, followed by a low side kick with her right leg targeting Vortex’s lead knee, hoping to destabilize her base.

Sasha: Sasha’s left hook slams into Clare’s ribs, and though she sees the wince of pain, the returning smile catches her off guard for a split second. As Clare uses her long arms to grab Sasha, pulling her in, Sasha braces herself, her Muay Thai instincts kicking in for close-quarters combat. The first knee strike to her belly lands hard, forcing a sharp exhale from Sasha as her abs tense, and the second grazes her side as she twists to mitigate the damage. Her icy eyes flash with irritation. Sasha: growling low "You wanna play close? Fine by me." She tightens her grip on Clare in the clinch, trying to control her movement, and aims two short, powerful elbow strikes with her right arm toward Clare’s left side, hoping to punish her for the knees and wear down her stamina.

Vortex: Vortex sees the incoming jab and decides it's a time for a small strategic withdrawal, she makes a step back thus both Raven's jab and kick hit only the thin air. Vortex assumes a defensive stance taking a quick breather "I am not that simple" - she smiles

Clare: Sasha try to elbow my sides. The first one its hard but the second one i clinch down holding are arms. In manageable pain i swiftly go for another knee to the belly and then try to leap up with a knee to Sasha's chin.

Raven: Raven’s left jab and low side kick slice through the air, but Vortex’s quick step back leaves her striking nothing. Raven’s smirk doesn’t falter as she watches Vortex assume a defensive stance and take a breather. Her green eyes glint with challenge at Vortex’s words. Raven: with a playful scoff "Simple? Nah, I like a puzzle. Let’s solve you!" She closes the distance with a quick shuffle, not letting Vortex rest for long, and aims a fast right hook toward Vortex’s jaw, trying to test her defensive reflexes, followed by a spinning back kick with her left leg targeting Vortex’s midsection, hoping to catch her off guard while she’s recovering.

Sasha: Sasha’s first elbow strike lands hard on Clare’s side, but the second is stifled as Clare clinches down, locking their arms and limiting her movement. Sasha grunts in frustration, feeling the manageable pain in Clare’s grip, but her focus sharpens as Clare retaliates. The knee to Sasha’s belly connects, forcing a sharp huff of air from her as her core tightens to absorb the blow. When Clare leaps up with a knee aimed at Sasha’s chin, Sasha instinctively tucks her head down and shifts her weight, the knee grazing her shoulder instead as she narrowly avoids a direct hit. Her icy gaze hardens. Sasha: muttering through gritted teeth "Slippery, huh? I’ve got you now." Still in the clinch, she tries to overpower Clare by tightening her hold, aiming a short, brutal right uppercut toward Clare’s stomach, hoping to knock the wind out of her, followed by a quick left elbow strike targeting Clare’s temple, trying to disorient her and break her rhythm.

Vortex: The Raven's jab with a BUMP is absorbed by Vortex'es guard, but she was still recovering when the kick with a loud THUD connected with her midsection. ARGHHH!.. - groaned Vortex but still holding her stance and balance. As the distance has closed, she tried to piece through Sasha's defense aiming at her chin attempting to lower that energy a bit until being lowered herself

Clare: Sasha connects with a knee to my belly that takes a lot if wind out of me. I didn't see it coming to brace my sexy abs. Then a shot connects with my temple as I fall straight back to the ground from the blows. I look up dazed. (if a girl is down, the referee who is watching from tribunes yells to stop that couple and starts the countdown, make two counts per emote)

Raven: Raven’s right hook is absorbed by Vortex’s guard with a muffled BUMP, but her spinning back kick lands with a resounding THUD against Vortex’s midsection, eliciting a pained groan. Raven’s smirk widens as she sees Vortex hold her stance despite the impact, impressed by her resilience. As Vortex retaliates, aiming a strike at Raven’s chin to pierce her defense, Raven tilts her head back slightly, the blow grazing her jaw instead of landing clean. It stings, but she shakes it off, her energy still high. Raven: grinning through the graze "Nice shot, red. But I’m still standing!" She steps in aggressively, trying to capitalize on the close distance, and aims a quick left jab toward Vortex’s nose, followed by a powerful right roundhouse kick targeting Vortex’s left side, hoping to further test her endurance and push her back.

Sasha: Sasha’s right uppercut slams into Clare’s stomach, knocking the wind out of her, and the follow-up left elbow strike connects with Clare’s temple, sending her crashing straight back to the ground with a heavy THUD. The crowd erupts, some cheering, others gasping, as Sasha looms over Clare for a split second, her icy eyes cold and calculating. Before she can press any further, the referee’s booming voice cuts through the noise from the tribunes.

Referee: "STOP! Fighter down! Back off, Sasha! Countdown begins now! One! Two!"

Sasha: Sasha steps back immediately, her chest heaving as she rolls her shoulders, keeping her gaze locked on Clare, ready to resume if she gets up. The crowd chants along with the referee’s count, the tension thick as Clare lies dazed on the ground.

Vortex: In a quick struggle Vortex didn't notice that....BOOM on her nose, she slightly twisted to the side and BOOM! the kick struck her unprotected breast. In a mixture of pain and daze Vortex falls to the canvas in a slide fashion

Clare: I struggle on the ground as I roll over on all fours. I clutch my belly as I have double vision. I can hear the count from the referee. I attempt to stand up but in light headed.

Raven: Raven’s left jab lands with a sharp BOOM on Vortex’s nose, snapping her head back, and as Vortex twists to the side, Raven’s right roundhouse kick slams into her unprotected breast with another resounding BOOM. The impact sends Vortex sliding down to the canvas, a mixture of pain and daze evident on her face. The crowd erupts, some cheering for Raven’s precision, others shouting encouragement for Vortex to get up. Raven steps back slightly, her smirk fading into a focused expression as she bounces lightly on her feet, ready to continue. The referee’s voice booms from the tribunes, cutting through the chaos.

Referee: "STOP! Fighter down! Back off, Raven! Countdown begins now! One! Two!"

Raven: Raven retreats a few steps, her eyes locked on Vortex, hands still up in guard as she waits to see if her opponent can rise. The crowd chants along with the referee’s count, the atmosphere charged with anticipation.

Clare struggles on the ground, rolling over onto all fours, clutching her belly with visible pain as double vision clouds her senses. The referee’s count continues, his voice steady and commanding from the tribunes.

Referee: "Three! Four!" 

Sasha: Sasha stands a short distance away, her muscular frame tense, watching Clare’s every move with cold intensity. 

As Clare attempts to stand, her lightheadedness betrays her, making her movements unsteady. The crowd’s chants grow louder, split between encouragement for Clare to rise and cheers for Sasha’s dominance. Sasha remains silent, her focus unbreakable, ready to pounce if Clare manages to get back up.

Vortex: Vortex lies on the canvas and groans. Not yet attempting to move

Clare: I almost get to my feet and I fall on my cute butt. My equilibrium is off and for a moment I thought I might lose consciousness. I can see the beautiful Sasha waiting on me.

Raven: Vortex lies on the canvas, groaning in pain, her body still as she makes no attempt to move yet. The referee’s voice echoes from the tribunes, unwavering and authoritative, as the countdown progresses. 

Referee: "Three! Four!"

Raven:  Raven stands a few steps away, her agile frame poised and ready, green eyes fixed on Vortex with a mix of caution and anticipation. She rolls her shoulders, keeping her guard up, as the crowd’s chants grow louder—some urging Vortex to rise, others hyping Raven’s potential knockout. The air is thick with suspense as Vortex remains down for the moment.

Sasha: Clare nearly gets to her feet, only to collapse back onto her rear, her equilibrium clearly off as the threat of losing consciousness looms. Her dazed eyes catch sight of Sasha, standing like a predator waiting for her prey. The referee’s count continues, steady and relentless. Referee: "Five! Six!" Sasha’s icy blue gaze doesn’t waver, her muscular stance unyielding as she watches Clare struggle. A faint, cold smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth, though she says nothing, her focus absolute. The crowd’s energy surges, split between gasps at Clare’s faltering state and roars of encouragement for her to stand, while others cheer for Sasha to finish the job if given the chance.

Vortex: Vortex slightly gets up, and then manages to get on her knees. She sees Raven in fron of her and holds the breast which hurts "I... am... not done yet!"

Clare: I remain sitting on the ground with a dazed look in my eyes. I can feel the sweat rolling down my naked breasts.

Raven: Vortex slowly begins to rise, first getting up slightly before managing to plant herself on her knees. Clutching her aching breast, she locks eyes with Raven and defiantly declares her resolve. Raven’s smirk returns, a glint of respect in her green eyes as she watches Vortex struggle but refuse to stay down.

Raven: with a taunting nod "Good. I’d hate for this to end too quick, red." The referee’s voice booms from the tribunes, continuing the count with unwavering precision.

Referee: "Five! Six!"

Raven: Raven maintains her distance, bouncing lightly on her feet, hands up in guard, ready to strike the moment the fight resumes or if Vortex can’t make it back up. The crowd’s cheers intensify, many shouting for Vortex to stand, while others egg Raven on for the finish.

Sasha: Clare remains seated on the ground, her dazed expression betraying her disorientation as sweat rolls down her bare chest. Her struggle is evident, and the crowd’s reaction is a mix of concern and anticipation. Sasha stands a short distance away, her cold, calculating gaze fixed on Clare, her muscular frame tense and ready. The referee’s count marches on, each number sounding heavier than the last.

Referee: "Seven! Eight!" 

Sasha: Sasha’s faint smirk lingers, her silence speaking volumes as she waits, poised to close in if Clare can’t rise or if the referee calls it. The crowd’s energy peaks, some chanting Clare’s name in desperate encouragement, while others roar for Sasha to seal the knockout.

Vortex: Vortex gets on one knee, hearing the bell she is almost up...

Clare: I finally stand but I look like I'm on rollerskates. I try to convince the referee not to count me out even though my knees are shaky.

Raven: Vortex pushes through the pain, managing to get on one knee, and as the bell dings, she’s almost fully up, her determination etched on her face. The referee’s voice remains steady, the countdown unrelenting despite the round’s end. 

Referee: "Seven! Eight!"

Raven:  Raven watches closely, her smirk fading into a focused stare as she steps back slightly, respecting the referee’s space for the count. Her green eyes lock on Vortex, assessing every movement, ready to resume if she stands or to claim victory if she can’t. The crowd roars, many chanting for Vortex to make it to her feet, their encouragement a lifeline as she fights to rise fully. Vortex’s red hair clings to her sweat-soaked face, her chest heaving as she clutches her injured breast, pushing against the canvas for that final surge.

Clare finally stands, though her balance is precarious, her legs wobbling as if on roller-skates. Her shaky knees and dazed expression don’t go unnoticed, but she pleads with the referee, her voice strained yet insistent, trying to convince him not to count her out. The referee pauses, his stern gaze evaluating her condition as the countdown reaches its climax. 

Referee: "Nine! Ten!"

After a tense moment, the referee nods, accepting Clare’s plea, deciding she’s just stable enough to continue into the next round. Sasha: Sasha’s icy smirk flickers with a hint of irritation, but she rolls her shoulders, stepping back to her corner as instructed, her cold eyes never leaving Clare. The crowd erupts, some relieved for Clare’s perseverance, others hyped for Sasha’s chance to finish her off in the next round. Clare’s sweat-drenched body sways slightly, her bare chest rising and falling with labored breaths as she steadies herself.

Vortex: Vortex finally stands up, her gaze is stern, she holds her guard, protecting the naked breasts. She nods to the referee. After referee's approval she'd go into the team's corner to rest 

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After Round 1 - break

Clare: I go to my corner and I sit down on my stool. One of my corner woman puts her hand down my pants and fingers me trying to help me reach orgasm to relax. The other sponges my body with cool welcoming water. Then she addresses the blow to my temple. Our corner woman leader is not happy with myself or Vortex.

Raven: Vortex finally stands, her stern gaze fixed ahead, hands up in a protective guard over her bare chest. She nods to the referee, signaling her readiness to continue despite the pain. The referee assesses her for a moment, then gives a curt nod of approval, confirming she’s fit to proceed to the next round. Vortex makes her way to her team’s corner, her steps deliberate but heavy, sweat glistening on her skin as she prepares to rest and recover. Raven watches her go, a flicker of respect in her green eyes before she turns to her own corner, rolling her shoulders and exchanging a confident glance with Sasha.

Sasha: Clare stumbles to her corner, collapsing onto her stool with a weary sigh, her shaky legs grateful for the reprieve. One of her corner women immediately kneels beside her, slipping a hand down Clare’s silk trousers, using intimate stimulation to help her relax and release tension through orgasm. Another team member sponges Clare’s sweat-soaked body with cool, refreshing water, the droplets cascading over her bare chest, while gently tending to the tender spot on her temple from Sasha’s brutal elbow strike. The corner woman leader stands over them, arms crossed, her expression one of clear dissatisfaction as she glares at both Clare and Vortex.

 

Corner_Leader_1: in a sharp, frustrated tone "This is pathetic. You’re both getting pummeled out there. Clare, you’re barely standing, and Vortex, you’re letting Raven toy with you. Get it together, or you’re done. We didn’t train for this kind of embarrassment. Focus, counter their aggression, and hit back twice as hard next round—or don’t bother coming back to this corner." Clare nods weakly, her body still trembling from the ordeal, while the cool water and intimate touch provide some relief, though the leader’s words sting as much as the blows she’s taken.

Vortex: Vortex sits in the corner and asks for her favorite water and a small massage on her damaged body parts. While listening to the corner lady she aggressively replies

Vortex: (to Corner lady)"Hey! They look like they've made from nails. Let us concentrate!", then to Clare:

Vortex: (to Clare) "What do you think? Any ideas how do we survive this?" 

Clare: "Maybe we can do a criss cross and surprise them by switching opponents at the start of the bell? "I moan as my cornerwoman has brought me to orgasm. She uses a towel to wipe me clean.

Vortex: *hissing* "Good idea. But not that loud so they don't hear us" Vortex is offered with orgasm-inducing massage 

Vortex: "Ah, later, when we get out of the ring.. in either case, I guess I'll need it, but here!" - she points to her hurting breast. "Ahhh..." - as the breast being massaged one can see Vortex'es erected nipples

Raven: Raven stretches her lithe frame, sipping water and exchanging a few words with Sasha, a smirk playing on her lips as she glances at their struggling opponents. 

Sasha: Sasha, stoic as ever, sits with her muscular arms crossed, allowing a corner team member to sponge her down with cool water to keep her fresh. Another team member massages her shoulders briefly to loosen her up after the intense first round. Their corner leader nods approvingly, offering concise advice.

Corner_Leader_2: "Keep the pressure on. Raven, exploit Vortex’s hesitation—she’s hurting. Sasha, Clare’s barely standing; one solid hit could end her. Don’t let up, control the pace."

Raven: Raven nods with a sly grin, cracking her knuckles, while Sasha’s icy gaze remains fixed on Clare, a faint smirk betraying her eagerness to resume. 

Their team is clearly riding the high of their Round 1 dominance, strategizing to maintain their lead and push for a double knockout.

As the DING signals the end of the break, the atmosphere in Raven and Sasha’s corner intensifies with a raw edge. Each fighter has a woman from their corner team providing intimate stimulation, fingers working to heighten their adrenaline and focus through orgasmic release, a gritty tactic to keep their aggression sharp. Raven’s smirk widens as she breathes heavily, her green eyes glinting with renewed fire, while Sasha’s stoic expression barely shifts, though her tensed muscles betray the effect. Their coach, standing over them, barks with frustration, her voice cutting through the crowd’s roar. 

Coach_1: "What the hell are you waiting for? You should’ve put them away already! They’re hanging by a thread—stop playing and finish this now! No mercy, bury them in this round!" 

The harsh words fuel their resolve as they pull away from the intimate touch, wiping sweat from their bare chests and stepping forward with predatory intent, ready to dominate Round 2, still unaware of Vortex and Clare’s planned criss-cross switch.

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Round 2

Vortex: Vortex jumps forward, more or less refreshed by the break and a small massage. She feints going straight on Raven, then winks to Clare and tries launching a roundhouse kick right into hopefully not seeing this face of Sasha 

Clare: I see the wink from Vortex and I charge at Raven with a jumping knee right to Ravens chin in a surprise attack.

Sasha: Vortex leaps forward, her body somewhat refreshed from the break and the small massage, though pain still lingers in her injured breast. She feints a direct charge at Raven, her movements sharp and deceptive, before winking at Clare to signal the switch. In a fluid motion, she pivots and launches a powerful roundhouse kick aimed squarely at Sasha’s face, hoping to catch the muscular Muay Thai fighter unprepared. Sasha, initially braced for Clare, narrows her icy blue eyes as she registers the unexpected shift. Her reflexes kick in, and she ducks just in time, the kick grazing her shoulder instead of connecting with her face. A cold smirk curls her lips as she counters immediately, stepping into Vortex’s space with a brutal elbow strike aimed at her already tender chest, looking to exploit the injury and test Vortex’s endurance. The crowd roars at the sudden clash, sensing the raw aggression between these two.

Raven: Clare, catching Vortex’s wink, charges at Raven with a burst of energy despite her shaky recovery from Round 1. She launches a surprise attack, leaping with a jumping knee aimed directly at Raven’s chin, hoping to land a stunning blow before the agile Taekwondo fighter can react. Raven, expecting Vortex, is momentarily caught off guard by the switch, her green eyes widening as Clare closes in. Her agility saves her, though—she twists her head at the last second, the knee glancing off her cheek instead of hitting flush. A sharp sting spreads across her face, but Raven grits her teeth, retaliating with a lightning-fast spinning back kick targeted at Clare’s midsection, aiming to knock the wind out of her and capitalize on her still-dazed state. The crowd erupts, split between gasps at the near-hit and cheers for Raven’s quick recovery.

Vortex: Vortex'es breast injury immediately reminds of itself once the Sasha's elbow connects with it. She yells, makes a step back, but still holds her guard, although being visibly in pain

Clare: Raven's kick gets caught by myself. I for e Raven tp hop on one foot. I then repeatedly kick the hamstrings on the leg im holding

Sasha: Sasha’s elbow strike lands with precision on Vortex’s already injured breast, drawing a sharp yell of pain from the redhead. As Vortex steps back, her face contorted in agony, Sasha seizes the opportunity to press her advantage. Her cold smirk widens, and she advances with a quick jab aimed at Vortex’s face to test her guard, followed by a low kick targeting Vortex’s lead leg, intending to destabilize her stance and keep her on the defensive. Sasha’s movements are calculated, her Muay Thai training evident as she seeks to wear Vortex down further.

Raven: Raven’s spinning back kick is caught mid-air by Clare, forcing her to hop awkwardly on one foot as her balance is compromised. A flicker of frustration crosses Raven’s sharp features, but she doesn’t falter. While Clare targets her hamstrings with repeated kicks, Raven grits her teeth against the stinging pain and twists her torso, using her free arm to throw a hooking kick with her trapped leg’s momentum, aiming for Clare’s side or ribs in a desperate bid to break free and regain control. Her agility shines even in this precarious position, her green eyes burning with determination to turn the tables.

Vortex: Vortex'es both face and breasts turn red, she is hard on breathing after the pain. She misses all the blows and tries to make a step back, and actually tries to hold her guard

Clare:  Raven's kick connects in my belly. I fly back and hit the ground. I try to get up hoping the referee calls that a slip not a knock down.

Sasha: Vortex’s face and bare chest flush red from the searing pain radiating through her injured breast, her breathing heavy and labored as she struggles to maintain composure. Sasha’s jab and low kick come in quick succession, and Vortex, overwhelmed by the agony, misses blocking both strikes. The jab snaps her head back slightly, and the low kick lands on her lead leg, causing a momentary wobble. As she stumbles back a step, she desperately tries to hold her guard, her arms raised protectively despite the visible strain in her expression. Sasha, sensing weakness, doesn’t let up—her icy gaze locks onto Vortex as she steps forward with a powerful teep (push kick) aimed at Vortex’s midsection, intending to shove her further back and potentially knock her off balance completely. The crowd roars, feeding off the intensity of Sasha’s relentless pressure.

Raven: Raven’s hooking kick, thrown from her awkward, trapped position, connects with Clare’s belly, the impact sending her flying backward. Clare hits the ground hard, the air rushing out of her with a grunt. As she scrambles to get up, hoping to avoid a counted knockdown, Raven regains her footing, her trapped leg now free. She rubs her stinging hamstrings briefly, a smirk flickering across her lips as she sees Clare down. Not wasting a moment, Raven closes the distance with a quick step, launching a snapping front kick aimed at Clare’s chest or shoulder while she’s still rising, aiming to keep her grounded or at least disrupt her recovery. The referee hovers nearby, watching closely but not yet signaling a knockdown, giving Clare a fleeting chance to stand. The crowd’s cheers spike, split between encouragement for Clare to rise and excitement at Raven’s aggressive follow-up.

Vortex: The teep connects with Vortex'es breasts OUCH!!! and she is driven by the force of it tipping over, landing face first on the canvas almost kissing Sasha's feet.. BOOM!

Clare: I get up only to be kicked once again. Flying me back. My back hits the second rope as my body gets tangled up in the ropes. Both arms are hooked in the ropes.

Sasha: Sasha’s teep lands with devastating precision directly on Vortex’s already injured breasts, eliciting a sharp cry of “OUCH!!!” from the redhead. The sheer force of the push kick drives Vortex backward, her balance completely lost as she tips over. She crashes face-first onto the canvas with a resounding BOOM!, landing almost at Sasha’s feet, her body sprawled and vulnerable. The crowd erupts in a mix of gasps and cheers at the brutal impact. The referee steps in immediately, signaling a knockdown and beginning the count. 

Referee: “One! Two!” 

Sasha: Sasha looms over Vortex, her cold smirk unwavering as she takes a step back per the referee’s gesture, her muscular frame poised and ready. Her icy blue eyes glint with intent, clearly planning to capitalize the moment Vortex struggles to her feet—if she can. The arena buzzes with tension, the underdog’s plight drawing roars from the spectators.

Raven: Clare manages to scramble to her feet, but Raven’s snapping front kick connects just as she rises, striking her chest or shoulder with enough force to send her flying back once more. Her back slams into the second rope, and her body becomes tangled in the ring’s boundary, both arms hooked awkwardly in the ropes, leaving her exposed and struggling. The crowd’s noise surges at the sight of her predicament. The referee moves closer, recognizing the impact as a knockdown and starting the count. 

Referee: “One! Two!” 

Raven: Raven doesn’t hesitate, her agile frame closing in with predatory grace. A sly grin spreads across her face as she sees Clare trapped. She unleashes a quick side kick aimed at Clare’s midsection, followed by another targeted at her thigh, aiming to inflict maximum damage while Clare is unable to defend properly. The referee watches intently, ready to intervene if Clare can’t untangle herself or if the punishment becomes too severe, while the crowd’s cheers and jeers amplify the stakes of this critical moment.

Vortex: Vortex, moaning, not understanding what she is doing, is trying to stand up. She gets on all four, still wavy, and effectively waving her ass to Sasha 

Clare: Raven's keeps kicking me and I have no defense for it. I can't get free from the ropes. Im trapped and with each hit i give off a loud moan. I plead with the referee to help me get untie

Sasha: Vortex, dazed and moaning from the brutal teep to her breasts and the subsequent face-first crash to the canvas, struggles to regain her bearings. She instinctively tries to stand, managing to push herself up onto all fours, her body wavering unsteadily. Her movements are sluggish, and in her disoriented state, her hips sway slightly, almost as if waving her ass toward Sasha. The crowd roars with a mix of jeers and encouragement, feeding off her vulnerability. The referee continues the knockdown count, voice sharp and unyielding in this underground fight where safety is secondary to spectacle.

Referee: “Three! Four!”

 Sasha:  Sasha stands back as required, her icy smirk widening into a predatory grin as she watches Vortex’s shaky attempt to rise. Her muscular frame tenses, ready to pounce the moment the count ends or Vortex gets up. She shifts her weight, clearly preparing a punishing follow-up strike, her eyes locked on Vortex’s vulnerable position, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash another devastating blow.

Raven: Clare remains helplessly tangled in the ropes, her arms hooked and body exposed as Raven continues her relentless assault. Each side kick to Clare’s midsection and thigh lands with a sickening thud, drawing loud, pained moans from the tall Latina with every strike. Her pleas for help echo through the arena as she begs the referee to untie her, her voice desperate and strained. The crowd’s reaction is split—some cheer Raven’s dominance, while others shout for Clare to be freed, adding to the chaotic energy. The referee, however, remains cold and detached, adhering to the brutal nature of this underground fight. Recognizing that Raven’s attacks are legitimate under the loose rules, the referee does not stop the count for the knockdown, letting it proceed despite Clare’s trapped state. 

Referee: “Three! Four!”

Raven:  Raven, fueled by the crowd’s energy and Clare’s defenselessness, doesn’t let up. Her green eyes gleam with ruthless intent as she delivers another sharp side kick to Clare’s ribs, followed by a quick snap kick aimed at her shoulder, aiming to maximize pain and keep Clare pinned in the ropes. The referee continues to monitor, showing no concern for Clare’s safety beyond the basic count, allowing the punishment to continue as long as Raven’s strikes are within the fight’s savage boundaries.

Vortex: Finally Vortex is up and instinctively waves her hand to indicate that she is ready to fight. Yet she forgot that she is standing with her back to Sasha...

Clare: I yell for the referee to free me. This isn't fair referee I just can't get up. Let me fight. I call Raven a coward for not doing the honorable thing.

Sasha: Vortex, after a grueling struggle, finally manages to pull herself up to her feet, her body still shaky from the brutal teep and the face-first crash to the canvas. Moaning softly, she instinctively waves her hand to signal to the referee that she’s ready to fight, her determination flickering through the haze of pain. However, in her disoriented state, she’s completely unaware that she’s standing with her back to Sasha, leaving herself dangerously exposed. The crowd erupts in a mix of gasps and shouts, some warning her to turn around, others reveling in the impending danger. The referee, unconcerned with her positioning in this underground brawl, acknowledges her signal and ends the count, stepping back to let the fight resume. Referee: “Fight on!” Sasha, standing behind Vortex, lets out a low, predatory chuckle, her icy blue eyes glinting with opportunity. The muscular Muay Thai fighter wastes no time, stepping forward silently and launching a vicious rear kick aimed directly at Vortex’s lower back or kidneys, intending to capitalize on her opponent’s critical mistake and potentially send her sprawling again. The arena’s tension spikes as the crowd anticipates the impact of this sneaky, powerful strike.

Raven: Clare, still hopelessly tangled in the ropes with her arms hooked, continues to endure Raven’s relentless kicks, each blow to her ribs and shoulder drawing pained moans. Her voice cracks with desperation as she yells at the referee to free her, pleading, 

Clare: “This isn’t fair, ref! I can’t get up! Let me fight!” She turns her frustration on Raven, shouting through gritted teeth, “You’re a coward, Raven! This isn’t honorable!” 

The crowd’s reaction is chaotic—some boo Raven, others cheer her dominance, feeding the raw energy of the underground fight. The referee, adhering to the brutal, no-holds-barred nature of the event, remains impassive to Clare’s cries, showing no concern for fairness or safety beyond the basic rules. The count continues, cold and mechanical. 

Referee: “Five! Six!” 

Raven:  Raven, hearing Clare’s accusations, lets out a sharp, mocking laugh, her green eyes flashing with disdain.

Raven: “Honor? This is a fight, not a tea party!” she snaps, stepping in closer. She delivers another harsh side kick to Clare’s exposed midsection, followed by a quick, taunting slap of her foot against Clare’s thigh, aiming to humiliate as much as hurt while Clare remains trapped. The referee watches without intervention, allowing Raven to continue her assault as long as the count hasn’t finished and Clare remains unable to free herself.

Vortex: Vortex understands that something's wrong but before that the kick lands on her body side, with a sharp pain causing Vortex to get on her knees, yet she managed to face Sasha. She looks at her with a slightly silly face

Clare: Referee how can you continue the count if shes still free to hit me. Im either up and she can attack me or im down and she can't?

Sasha: Vortex, still disoriented, senses something is off just a split second too late. Sasha’s vicious rear kick slams into her body side with a sickening thud, the sharp pain shooting through her ribs and forcing a gasp from her lips. The impact drives Vortex down to her knees, her body buckling under the blow, but in the process, she manages to turn slightly, now facing Sasha. Her expression is a mix of pain and confusion, a slightly silly, dazed look on her face as she gazes up at the towering Muay Thai fighter. The crowd roars, some laughing at her bewildered expression, others shouting encouragement for her to get back up. The referee, unconcerned with the sneaky nature of the strike in this underground fight, doesn’t call a foul and simply watches to see if Vortex can continue. Sasha looms over Vortex, her icy smirk curling into a sneer as she sees the redhead on her knees. She steps forward, not giving Vortex a moment to recover, and unleashes a quick knee strike aimed at Vortex’s chest or chin, intending to keep her down or potentially knock her out cold. The arena’s energy surges, the spectators feeding off the brutal exchange as Vortex’s resilience is tested to its limit.

Raven: Clare, still tangled in the ropes with her arms hooked, continues to suffer under Raven’s relentless assault. Her voice rises in frustration and desperation as she shouts at the referee,

Clare: “How can you continue the count if she’s still free to hit me? I’m either up and she can attack me, or I’m down and she can’t!” 

Her plea for logic falls on deaf ears in this savage underground setting, where fairness is a distant concept. The crowd’s noise swells, some echoing her frustration, others reveling in the chaos. The referee, cold and detached, doesn’t flinch at her words, adhering to the brutal rules—or lack thereof—of the fight. The count proceeds without interruption, the referee’s tone flat and unyielding. 

Referee: “Seven! Eight!” 

Raven, catching Clare’s complaint, lets out a sharp, taunting cackle. 

Raven: “Rules? Cry about it later!” she sneers, her green eyes glinting with malice. She steps in even closer, taking full advantage of Clare’s trapped state, and delivers a harsh, deliberate side kick to Clare’s ribs, followed by a quick snap kick to her shoulder, aiming to maximize pain and keep Clare pinned. The referee remains impassive, showing no intent to intervene unless the count reaches ten or Clare somehow frees herself, allowing Raven to continue her ruthless barrage.

Vortex: The kick connects, and Vortex'es both head and body snap back, twisting her legs awkwardly as she was still on her knees. She lands on the canvas with a THUD

Clare: The ropes shake just enough that I escape and with Raven taunting and looking at the referee she doesn't notice i throw a massive uppercut to her chin.

Sasha: Sasha’s knee strike connects with brutal precision, catching Vortex in the chest or chin as she kneels, defenseless. The impact snaps both her head and body backward, her legs twisting awkwardly beneath her from the force. She collapses onto the canvas with a resounding THUD, her body sprawled out, the pain and disorientation evident in her limp form. The crowd erupts in a mix of gasps and cheers, the raw brutality of the underground fight fueling their excitement. The referee steps in immediately, recognizing the knockdown, and begins the count, voice sharp and indifferent to Vortex’s condition in this no-holds-barred arena.

 

Referee: “One! Two!” 

Sasha: Sasha steps back as required, her icy smirk unwavering, her muscular frame poised and ready to strike again the moment the count ends or Vortex attempts to rise. Her cold blue eyes lock onto the fallen redhead, clearly planning to finish the job if given the chance. The tension in the arena spikes as the crowd watches to see if Vortex can muster the strength to get up after such a devastating blow.

Vortex: Vortex is lying still, her upper-body part is red with dripping sweat, almost steaming 

Clare: I run towards Raven who is absolutely shaky and I run up in the air and come down with a powerful right hand targeting around her defense and trying to hit her square in the jaw.

Sasha: Vortex lies still on the canvas after the devastating knee strike from Sasha, her body sprawled and unresponsive for the moment. Her upper body is flushed red from the exertion and punishment, sweat dripping down her skin, almost steaming in the heat of the underground arena. The crowd’s noise fluctuates between concern and excitement, feeding off the raw intensity of her plight. The referee continues the knockdown count, voice cold and mechanical, showing no concern for her condition in this brutal, no-holds-barred fight. 

Referee: “Three! Four!” 

Sasha: Sasha stands back, her icy smirk unwavering as she watches Vortex’s motionless form. Her muscular frame remains tense, ready to pounce the instant the count ends or Vortex shows any sign of rising. Her cold blue eyes glint with predatory intent, clearly eager to deliver another punishing blow if given the opportunity. The tension in the arena builds as the crowd waits to see if Vortex can recover from this critical moment.

Raven: Clare, fueled by adrenaline after freeing herself from the ropes and landing the stunning uppercut, doesn’t hesitate to press her advantage. Seeing Raven shaky and staggered from the blow to her chin, Clare charges forward with fierce determination. She sprints toward the dazed Taekwondo fighter, leaping into the air with a burst of energy, and comes down with a powerful right hand aimed directly at Raven’s jaw, targeting around her raised defense to land a square hit. The crowd roars, sensing the potential for a dramatic turnaround, their cheers amplifying the stakes of the moment. Raven, still reeling from the uppercut, struggles to steady herself, her guard up but her movements sluggish. Clare’s airborne right hand crashes through the gaps in her shaky defense, connecting with a solid THWACK! directly on Raven’s jaw. The impact snaps Raven’s head to the side, her body stumbling backward further, nearly losing her footing as her legs wobble beneath her. A flicker of pain and disorientation crosses her face, her green eyes momentarily unfocused, but her fighter’s instinct keeps her from going down just yet. She grits her teeth, trying to shake off the double blow, and attempts to sidestep or counter with a weak, desperate front kick aimed at Clare’s midsection to create some space, though her strength is visibly diminished. The referee, still focused on Vortex’s count, lets the exchange play out, unconcerned with intervening in this savage underground fight.

Vortex: Vortex exhales with a loud AHHHH... one can see her nipples are erected. With the closed eyes she is arching like trying to do a backbridge, but still remains on the canvas

Clare: I catch Ravens weak kick. I want blood.. I pull her in using her leg and I throw another huge right towards Ravens chin.

Sasha: Vortex, still sprawled on the canvas after Sasha’s brutal knee strike, lets out a loud, pained “AHHHH…” as she struggles to regain her senses. Her body, flushed red and slick with sweat, shows signs of the intense punishment she’s endured, her nipples visibly erect from the physical strain and adrenaline. With her eyes closed, she instinctively arches her back, as if attempting a backbridge in a desperate bid to push herself up, but her strength fails her, and she remains flat on the canvas, vulnerable. The crowd’s reaction is a chaotic mix of concern, jeers, and excitement, feeding off her raw, exposed struggle in this underground arena. The referee continues the knockdown count, voice cold and unrelenting, showing no mercy in this brutal setting.

Referee: “Five! Six!”

Sasha: Sasha watches from a short distance, her icy smirk curling into a predatory grin as she observes Vortex’s futile movements. Her muscular frame stays poised, ready to strike the moment the count ends or Vortex manages to rise. Her cold blue eyes lock onto the fallen redhead, clearly anticipating an easy target if Vortex can’t recover in time. The tension in the arena mounts as the count progresses, the crowd eager to see if Vortex can defy the odds or if Sasha will deliver the finishing blow.

Raven: Clare, driven by a fierce hunger for retribution after her ordeal in the ropes, sees Raven’s weak front kick coming and reacts with precision. As Raven’s shaky leg extends toward her midsection, Clare catches it mid-air with a firm grip, her eyes blazing with intent. “I want blood,” she growls under her breath, her voice dripping with determination. Using Raven’s leg as leverage, she yanks the staggered Taekwondo fighter forward, pulling her off balance, and unleashes another huge right hand aimed directly at Raven’s chin, putting all her power into the strike. The crowd erupts, their roars amplifying the raw violence of the moment, sensing a potential knockout. Raven, already dazed from the previous blows to her jaw, is caught off guard as Clare seizes her leg. Her balance falters as she’s pulled in, unable to steady herself, her green eyes widening in panic. Clare’s massive right hand connects with a thunderous CRACK! right on Raven’s chin, snapping her head back violently. The impact sends Raven reeling, her body stumbling backward, her legs buckling beneath her as she nearly collapses to the canvas. A glaze of disorientation clouds her expression, her arms flailing weakly as she tries to stay upright, barely conscious after the devastating series of strikes. She’s on the brink of going down, her defenses shattered, leaving her wide open for Clare to follow up. The referee, still counting for Vortex, takes note of Raven’s dire state but doesn’t intervene, allowing the brutal exchange to continue in this no-holds-barred fight

Vortex: Vortex makes another push rather on her instincts,as she looks to be unconscious and with a THUD drops back to the canvas. Her legs waved to a more spread position but remained twisted awkwardly. The expression on her face changed from stern to a weird combination of relaxedness and tiredness. With all of that she remained on the canvas 

Clare: Watching Raven defenseless and the referee looking at Vortex i knee Raven in her vagina then i throw a left hook to her side and a big right uppercut to her chin. I hope this is enough to put her away.

Sasha: Vortex, driven by pure instinct despite appearing unconscious, makes another desperate push to rise from the canvas. Her body trembles with the effort, but her strength gives out almost immediately, and she collapses back down with a heavy THUD. Her legs, already awkwardly twisted, wave slightly as they spread further apart, remaining in an unnatural, vulnerable position. The expression on her face shifts from stern determination to a strange mix of relaxation and utter exhaustion, as if her body has finally surrendered to the toll of the fight. Sweat continues to drip from her flushed, battered frame, and she remains motionless on the canvas, completely exposed in this brutal underground arena. The crowd’s reaction is a chaotic blend of awe, concern, and bloodlust, feeding off her helpless state. The referee, unfazed by the severity of her condition, continues the knockdown count with a cold, mechanical tone. 

Referee: “Seven! Eight!”

Sasha: Sasha stands ready, her icy smirk now a full grin of dominance as she watches Vortex’s failed attempt to rise. Her muscular frame is coiled, poised to strike the instant the count ends if Vortex somehow gets up, or to claim her victory if the redhead stays down. Her cold blue eyes glint with anticipation, clearly relishing the opportunity to finish the job. The tension in the arena reaches a fever pitch as the count nears its conclusion, the crowd on edge to see if Vortex can defy all odds or if this is the end for her in Round 2.

Raven: Clare, seeing Raven utterly defenseless after the series of devastating blows, seizes the moment with ruthless intent. Noticing the referee’s focus on Vortex’s count and the lack of intervention in this no-holds-barred fight, she unleashes a savage combination to put Raven away for good. With a fierce glare, she drives a brutal knee directly into Raven’s groin, eliciting a sharp, pained gasp from the already dazed fighter. Without hesitation, Clare follows up with a powerful left hook to Raven’s side, the impact forcing a grunt as Raven’s body twists from the blow. Finally, Clare winds up and delivers a massive right uppercut to Raven’s chin, the CRACK! echoing through the arena as Raven’s head snaps back violently. The crowd roars, their cheers a deafening wave of excitement at the sheer brutality of the sequence, many believing this is the end for Raven. Raven, already on the brink of collapse, has no defense left. The knee to her groin doubles her over slightly, her body shuddering in pain, and the left hook to her side nearly topples her. The final right uppercut is the decisive blow—her legs give out completely, and she crumples to the canvas with a dull THUD, sprawled out and motionless, her green eyes glazed over and unseeing. She’s out cold, knocked out by the relentless assault, her agile frame no match for Clare’s ferocious onslaught. The referee, finishing Vortex’s count soon, turns attention to Raven’s fallen state and begins a separate knockdown count for her, voice as cold and detached as ever in this savage underground setting. 

Referee: “One! Two!” 

Raven: Clare stands over Raven, panting heavily, sweat dripping from her tall frame as she glares down at her unconscious opponent, ensuring she’s truly down. The crowd’s energy surges, split between the two dramatic situations unfolding simultaneously in the ring.

Clare: With Raven down i sprint to Vortex to try and pick her up to her feet to beat the count. I'm desperate not to have to face Sasha by myself 

Vortex: Vortex being lifted on her feet wakes up "Wwwhat??" she is not holding her stance, but that'd likely be enough for our referee...

Sasha: Vortex, still sprawled on the canvas, remains motionless as the referee’s count reaches its critical final moments. Her body, flushed red and slick with sweat, shows no sign of recovery on its own, her legs awkwardly twisted and her face a mix of exhaustion and eerie calm. The crowd’s tension is palpable, their cheers and jeers blending into a chaotic roar as they await the outcome of her knockdown. 

Referee: “Nine!”

Just as the count nears its end, Clare sprints over in a desperate bid to save her partner. She slides to her knees beside Vortex, grabbing her under the arms and hauling her up with all her strength. Vortex’s limp form is heavy, but Clare’s determination pushes through, dragging her to her feet just as the referee’s voice booms. 

Vortex’s eyes flutter open, a dazed “Wwwhat??” escaping her lips, her voice weak and disoriented. She can’t hold her stance, her legs wobbling and her body leaning heavily on Clare for support, but in this brutal underground arena, the referee seems satisfied that she’s technically on her feet before the count of ten.

Referee: “Back to fighting position!”

 The referee waves off the count, acknowledging Vortex as still in the fight, though her condition is clearly dire. Sasha, who had been poised to strike, narrows her cold blue eyes, her icy smirk twitching into a scowl of frustration at the interruption. She steps back slightly as required, but her muscular frame remains tense, ready to exploit Vortex’s obvious weakness the moment the fight resumes. The crowd erupts, some cheering Clare’s desperate save, others hungry for Sasha to finish the battered redhead.

Sasha: Clare, panting heavily from the effort of lifting Vortex and her earlier assault on Raven, holds her partner upright, her own body trembling with exhaustion but fueled by desperation. She knows facing Sasha alone would be a death sentence in this savage 2vs2 match, and her eyes dart between Vortex’s barely conscious state and Sasha’s predatory stance. Her mind races, trying to figure out how to protect Vortex while fending off the imminent threat of the muscular Muay Thai fighter. The referee, having started Raven’s count in the background, continues it with the same cold detachment.

Referee: “Three! Four!” 

Raven: Raven remains motionless on the canvas, out cold from Clare’s brutal combination of strikes, her body sprawled and unresponsive. The crowd’s attention is now split, some still focused on Raven’s count, but most drawn to the tense standoff between Clare, the barely standing Vortex, and the looming Sasha

Clare: I hold up Vortex up trying to get her stable. I wonder if Sasha cares enough to do the same to help Raven. If she does Vortex is on her own because I won't let Sasha help Raven up.

Vortex: Vortex clicks her head, blinks twice, groans about still hurting breasts.... the image of her teacher arrives in her head.... Vortex shines with her eyes on Sasha "Go Raigbh Maith Agat! I mean, thank you partner. Let's dance this one out!" And Vortex assumes guarding stance

Sasha: Clare, her muscles straining under the weight of her barely conscious partner, holds Vortex up with fierce determination, trying to stabilize her wobbly frame. Sweat drips from her brow as she glances between Vortex and Sasha, her mind racing with strategy. She mutters under her breath, “Come on, stay with me,” while wondering if Sasha will show any concern for her own fallen partner, Raven. Clare’s resolve hardens—if Sasha makes a move to help Raven up during her count, Clare won’t hesitate to intervene, knowing she can’t let the opposing team regain their full strength. For now, she keeps Vortex upright, positioning herself slightly in front as a shield against Sasha’s looming threat, her tall Latina frame tense and ready for whatever comes next. The crowd watches with bated breath, their roars a mix of anticipation and bloodlust in this brutal underground arena.

Sasha: Vortex, still dazed and leaning heavily on Clare, suddenly clicks her head to the side as if something snaps her back to reality. She blinks twice, her vision clearing slightly, and lets out a low groan, muttering about her still-hurting breasts from the earlier punishment. In her foggy mind, an image of her teacher flashes—a stern, motivating figure from her past—spurring a flicker of resolve. Her eyes, previously dull with pain, now shine with a renewed spark as she locks onto Sasha. With a shaky but determined voice, she calls out, “Go Raigbh Maith Agat! I mean, thank you, partner. Let’s dance this one out!” Drawing on some hidden reserve of strength, Vortex pushes off Clare just enough to assume a guarding stance, her legs unsteady but her arms raised in a defensive posture. Her body still trembles, clearly far from full capacity, but her spirit seems reignited, ready to face Sasha despite the odds. The crowd erupts at her unexpected comeback, some cheering her grit, others eager to see if Sasha will crush her fragile recovery.

Sasha: Sasha, standing poised and predatory, raises an eyebrow at Vortex’s sudden resurgence, her icy smirk returning with a hint of amusement. Her cold blue eyes flick briefly toward Raven’s motionless form on the canvas, but she makes no move to help her partner, seemingly unconcerned with the ongoing count. Her focus remains squarely on Vortex and Clare, her muscular frame shifting slightly as if sizing up the weakened redhead for an immediate strike. She doesn’t speak, but her stance screams intent—she’s ready to test Vortex’s newfound resolve and exploit any lingering vulnerability. The referee continues Raven’s count in the background, voice cold and detached.

Referee: “Five! Six!”

Raven: Raven remains out cold, sprawled on the canvas, showing no signs of recovery from Clare’s devastating combination. The split focus in the arena heightens the tension, with one fighter down and another barely standing.

Vortex:  Vortex stands with Clare, her fists are up, the only concern for now if Raven would be able to beat the count to continue in round 3

Clare: With time running out in round two. I step to one side trying to split Sasha's attention.

Sasha: Sasha, her muscular frame still poised and predatory, eases her stance slightly as the bell rings, her icy smirk lingering as she glances between Vortex and Clare. She seems unfazed by Clare’s attempt to split her focus, her cold blue eyes showing no concern for Raven’s plight on the canvas. She steps back as the referee directs, but her gaze remains locked on her opponents, clearly plotting her next move for Round 3. Meanwhile, Raven lies motionless, sprawled out and unconscious from Clare’s brutal combination of strikes. The referee continues the count, voice cold and unrelenting, as the round’s end doesn’t interrupt the knockdown procedure in this savage arena.

Referee: “Seven! Eight!” 

Raven: The crowd’s attention partially shifts to Raven, many wondering if she’ll recover in time to continue the fight into the next round. If she fails to beat the count, it could leave Sasha to face Vortex and Clare alone, altering the fight’s dynamic significantly.

Clare: With time running out in round two. I step to one side trying to split Sasha's attention.

Go to my corner as the adrenaline has won off. I feel like i got hit by a truck. I ask a woman in our corner if she will sexually stimulate me. I need all the energy I can get.

Vortex: Seeing Raven motionless, through Vortex'es worn out face she manages to ignite her patented smirk on Sasha

Vortex: "You're next!"

Clare: I go to my corner as the adrenaline has won off. I feel like i got hit by a truck. I ask a woman in our corner if she with sexually stimulate me. I need all the energy I can get.

Referee: “Nine! Ten! Out!”

Raven: With a final, cold declaration, the referee signals that Raven is officially knocked out and unable to continue.

The crowd erupts with a mix of cheers and boos, some disappointed to see the agile Taekwondo fighter down for good, others thrilled at the prospect of a 2vs1 scenario in Round 3. Raven is carefully dragged out of the ring by arena staff, leaving Sasha to face Vortex and Clare alone. 

Sasha: Sasha’s icy smirk falters for a split second at the announcement, but she quickly masks it with a steely glare, her muscular frame tensing as she prepares mentally for the next round in her corner.

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Break after Round 2

Vortex: Vortex sits on the stool, completely exhausted. She asks for a cold shower from a bucket of the corner girl which she receives thankfully. 

Vortex: (to Clare) "Ah, thank you! It was a close call, a second more and I think I wouldn't have made it"

Clare: As Raven is carried out i request that someone retrieve her silk boxer pants as a trophy. I collect it from woman i knock out. Its important Raven is seen only in her underwear. I offer to tap my glove with Vortex.

The request is met with a few surprised glances, but Clare’s fierce demeanor brooks no argument. Soon enough, a member of their corner rushes off to collect the item, knowing the psychological advantage it could provide in this brutal underground setting. Clare stands tall, her own adrenaline surging as she prepares for the next round, a sly smile on her lips as she envisions the scene—Raven seen only in her underwear, a clear statement of victory.

Vortex: Vortex taps glove with Clare.. "So, now we are two versus one. That gives us a slight advantage. Corner girl? What do you think?"

Corner_girl_1: “You’ve got this! Just keep your distance, and don’t let her isolate either of you. Use your speed and teamwork!” Her encouragement resonates with Vortex and Clare, reinforcing their strategy as they prepare for the brutal Round 3.

Sasha: Across the ring, Sasha stands in her corner, her muscular frame glistening with sweat as she takes a moment to regroup. Her expression is a mix of irritation and focus, the earlier setback of losing Raven weighing on her. She receives a quick drink from her corner team, her eyes narrowing as she assesses the situation. “They think they have an advantage now,” she mutters, her voice low and steely. “But I’m not out of this yet.”

Her corner team exchanges quick words of strategy, reminding Sasha to capitalize on her power and agility. They emphasize that while Vortex may be weakened, Clare’s energy levels are also questionable. 

Trainer_2: “Stay on them; don’t give them a chance to breathe,” one of her trainers advises, and Sasha nods, her expression hardening as she mentally prepares for the fight ahead. The referee signals that the break is almost over, and Sasha’s focus sharpens, ready to unleash her fury in the upcoming round.

Vortex: (to Clare) "Let's try to take her from both sides. First left and right, and then front and back. With that referee I don't think he'll be against us hitting her back really"

Clare: I move in and give a huge kiss to my sexy redhead partner as I massage her naked sweaty breasts.

Vortex: Vortex being red everywhere, from hair to face to breasts. "Ahhhh..." Vortex kisses Clare back and massages her back from neck up to her sexy butt "Here let me help you recover" - Vortex murmurs

Round 3 starts....

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Round 3

Vortex: After a nice moment with her team partner Vortex is refreshed yet damaged but determined jumps to the center of the ring facing Sasha. She winks to Clare and launches a hook attempting to hit Sasha's head, and coordinating the attack with Clare

Clare: I go left of her as my partner goes right. We both stalk our beautiful blonde opponent. I swing a kick right above the pubic region.

Sasha: Sasha, caught off guard by the sudden coordinated attack, instinctively raises her arms to block Vortex’s hook, but the force of the blow still grazes her. She grimaces slightly, her focus shifting as she tries to gauge both opponents at once. The crowd roars in excitement as the dynamics of the match shift, with the 2vs1 scenario becoming increasingly evident.

As Vortex and Clare press their advantage, Sasha’s icy demeanor hardens. She knows she must regain control quickly to avoid being overwhelmed. The tension in the ring escalates as the two fighters work together, their synergy palpable, while Sasha prepares to retaliate against the dual assault.

Vortex: Gathering her energy Vortex executes a perfect Vortex-finish: she twirls and make a flying elbow-backfist right into Sasha's jaw. And as it's a Vortex'es patented move, the elbow strikes the jaw TWICE. If it hits, Sasha would be out like switched off instantly 

Clare: I execute low again with a left right combination to her bellybutton to take the wind out of her sail

Sasha: Vortex, summoning every ounce of her remaining energy, channels her signature move with precision and ferocity. Her body twists in a fluid, almost hypnotic motion as she twirls, launching herself into a flying elbow-backfist aimed directly at Sasha’s jaw. The patented “Vortex-Finish” is a devastating strike, and as her elbow connects, it strikes Sasha’s jaw not once, but twice in rapid succession due to the unique spin of the move. The impact echoes through the ring with a sickening CRACK, and if it lands cleanly, Sasha could be knocked out instantly, her lights switched off as her body crumples to the canvas. Vortex’s red-flushed frame trembles with the effort, her breath ragged, but her eyes burn with the hope of ending this fight here and now. The crowd erupts, some leaping to their feet, as they witness the potential knockout blow.

Simultaneously, Clare capitalizes on the moment, dropping low to target Sasha’s midsection. With a fierce grunt, she unleashes a rapid left-right combination directly at Sasha’s bellybutton, aiming to drive the wind out of her sails. The punches are meant to double Sasha over, making her vulnerable to Vortex’s finishing move or at least sapping her strength to resist. Clare’s tall frame moves with purpose, her muscles straining as she puts everything into the strikes, knowing that taking Sasha’s breath away could be the key to securing their victory. Sweat drips from her brow, but her focus is razor-sharp, her synergy with Vortex evident in their seamless coordination.

Sasha, caught in the crossfire of this dual assault, reacts on pure instinct. As Vortex’s elbow-backfist comes flying toward her jaw, she attempts to jerk her head back, but the speed and precision of the Vortex-Finish make it nearly impossible to fully evade. The first strike grazes her jaw, snapping her head to the side, and the second connects with a brutal thud, sending a shockwave through her body. Her knees buckle momentarily, her vision blurring as stars dance before her eyes—her consciousness teeters on the edge of oblivion. At the same time, Clare’s left-right combination slams into her midsection, forcing a sharp gasp from her lips as the air is driven from her lungs. Sasha staggers, her muscular frame hunched over from the belly shots, her arms dropping slightly as she struggles to regain her bearings. The crowd’s roar reaches a fever pitch, sensing the end might be near for the blonde powerhouse. However, Sasha’s sheer willpower and physical resilience keep her standing, if only barely. Her icy blue eyes flicker with defiance, even as pain radiates through her jaw and abdomen. She grits her teeth, fighting through the daze, and attempts to lash out with a wild, desperate counter—a swinging right hook aimed at Vortex, hoping to create some space and disrupt their momentum. Her movements are sluggish, though, a clear sign that the combined attacks have taken a severe toll.

Clare: I give a signal to Vortex as we both go for a swing back elbow to Sasha's jaw

Vortex: And we execute the Vortex'es finish AGAIN! No TKD helmet could save from it. FOUR direct elbow strikes to Sasha's jaw!

The move, executed twice in rapid succession as before, delivers not two but four direct elbow strikes in total as she chains the attack with ferocious speed—each impact a thunderous CRACK against Sasha’s already compromised jaw. The sheer force of the strikes reverberates through the ring, a testament to Vortex’s determination to end this fight now. Her body trembles from the effort, but her focus is absolute, her eyes locked on Sasha as she aims to send her crashing to the canvas for good.

In near-perfect sync, Clare’s swing back elbow comes from the opposite side, a brutal complement to Vortex’s Vortex-Finish. The dual attack is a vicious pincer move, with both fighters targeting Sasha’s jaw simultaneously. If these strikes land cleanly, the combined force of Clare’s elbow and Vortex’s four successive blows could shatter Sasha’s defenses entirely, likely knocking her out cold before she even hits the ground. The crowd roars deafeningly, some wincing at the sheer brutality, others cheering wildly for the potential finish.

Sasha, already reeling from the earlier Vortex-Finish and Clare’s body shots, is in no condition to fully defend against this coordinated onslaught. Her vision swims, her knees wobble, and her arms are slow to rise as she instinctively tries to shield her face. Vortex’s first two elbow strikes slam into her jaw with sickening force, snapping her head back and to the side, her consciousness flickering like a dying flame. The second pair of strikes from the Vortex-Finish follows almost instantly, each one a hammer blow that drives her closer to oblivion. At the same moment, Clare’s back elbow connects from the other side, a crushing impact that completes the devastating double assault. Sasha’s body jerks violently under the combined force, her eyes rolling back as her legs give out beneath her. She collapses to the canvas with a heavy THUD, her muscular frame limp and unresponsive, the fight seemingly drained from her in an instant.

The referee steps in, quickly beginning the count as the crowd erupts into a frenzy, some chanting Vortex and Clare’s names while others are stunned into silence by the sheer dominance of the attack. 

Referee: “One! Two! Three!” the referee bellows, his voice cutting through the chaos as he checks Sasha’s condition.

Vortex: Vortex hugs Clare while listening to the count-down. And smiles I walk up to my corner and I ask for my gloves to be removed believing Sasha isn't getting up. I want to tale Sasha's blue boxing pants off her at the count of ten.

Clare: I walk up to my corner and I ask for my gloves to be removed believing Sasha isn't getting up. I want to tale Sasha's blue boxing pants off her at the count of ten.

Vortex: After some thinking Vortex also goes to Sasha and decides to remove her panties as a 3rd trophy "Have fun means have fun" - says Vortex and demonstrates everyone her splits and flexibility. The she joins Clare for a final announcement

Clare glances over her shoulder at Sasha’s still form, a smirk tugging at her lips as she mutters to herself, “She’s not getting up from that.” Reaching her corner, Clare extends her hands to her team, requesting, “Get these gloves off me.” The corner crew quickly complies, unlacing and removing her gloves with practiced efficiency. As the referee’s count continues—“Seven! Eight! Nine!”—Clare’s gaze hardens with a mix of competitive fire and a desire to claim a tangible trophy of their victory. She plans to approach Sasha at the count of ten and strip off her blue boxing pants, a bold statement of dominance in this brutal underground setting, mirroring her earlier request for Raven’s silk boxer pants.

On the canvas, Sasha remains unresponsive, her chest rising and falling shallowly as the referee looms over her. Her jaw is visibly swollen, the cumulative damage from Vortex’s four elbow strikes and Clare’s back elbow having taken a catastrophic toll. Her eyes are closed, her body limp, showing no signs of stirring as the count nears its conclusion. “Ten! Out!” the referee bellows, raising his arms to signal the end of the match. The crowd erupts into a frenzy, a mix of cheers and gasps filling the air as Vortex and Clare are declared the victors of Round 3 and, by extension, the fight.

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Aftermath

With the fight officially over, Clare moves swiftly from her corner toward Sasha’s prone form, her intent clear. She kneels beside the defeated fighter, reaching for the waistband of Sasha’s blue boxing pants. The crowd watches with bated breath, some cheering the audacious move, others murmuring in shock at the display of dominance. Clare’s hands work quickly, pulling the pants off with a triumphant tug, holding them aloft like a hard-earned trophy. Meanwhile, Vortex watches from a short distance, her smile widening as she nods in approval at Clare’s boldness, still catching her breath from the intense battle.

Sasha’s corner team rushes in to tend to her, their faces a mix of concern and frustration as they check on her condition. Medics are called over to ensure she’s stable, her knockout a stark reminder of the brutal nature of this underground arena. The referee steps back, allowing the post-fight rituals to unfold as the crowd continues to react to the dramatic conclusion.

After a moment of contemplation, Vortex’s expression shifts to one of mischievous determination. She strides over to Sasha’s prone form, her body still flushed from the fight but her energy buoyed by the thrill of triumph. With a sly grin, she kneels beside Sasha, ignoring the murmurs from the crowd and the concerned glares from Sasha’s team. “Have fun means have fun,” she quips loudly enough for those nearby to hear, her tone dripping with playful defiance. Reaching down, she carefully but decisively removes Sasha’s panties, claiming them as a third trophy to add to their collection. The crowd reacts with a mix of shocked gasps and wild cheers, the audacity of the act amplifying the already charged atmosphere. Rising to her feet, Vortex holds the panties up briefly before tucking them away, then turns to the crowd with a flourish. To cap off her display of confidence, she drops into a perfect splits right there in the ring, her flexibility and strength on full show. The audience erupts, some whistling and others shouting in awe at the bold performance. After a moment, she pops back up with a grin, brushing off the exertion of the fight, and strides over to join Clare for the final announcement, her celebratory mood infectious.

Clare, standing tall with Sasha’s blue boxing pants still in hand as her own trophy, watches Vortex’s antics with an approving smirk. As Vortex joins her side, the referee steps forward, grasping both fighters’ wrists. With a commanding presence, he raises Vortex and Clare’s hands high into the air, officially declaring them the winners. His voice booms over the crowd’s roar, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners by double knockout—Raven in Round 2 and Sasha in Round 3—Vortex and Clare!” The announcement sends the arena into another wave of frenzy, the crowd split between admiration for the victors’ dominance and concern for the fallen fighters. Clare’s expression is one of fierce pride as she holds the blue pants aloft once more, her gaze sweeping over the audience as if to cement her statement of victory. She exchanges a quick, triumphant look with Vortex, their partnership having carried them through the grueling battle. The spotlight is firmly on them now, their names echoing through the underground arena as champions of this brutal contest.

Sasha’s team continues to work on reviving her, their frustration palpable as they mutter among themselves about Vortex’s and Clare’s post-fight actions. Some in the crowd boo the trophy-taking, finding it disrespectful, while others cheer louder, reveling in the raw, unfiltered nature of the underground fight scene. The medics stabilize Sasha, preparing to move her out of the ring for further care, her condition still a concern after the vicious knockout. Let me know if Vortex or Clare have any final words or actions—whether addressing the crowd, Sasha’s team, or each other—before they exit the ring. Also, let me know if you’d like to explore any post-fight interactions, such as interviews, reactions from other fighters, or consequences from Sasha’s team regarding the trophy-taking. We’ll wrap up the scene or transition to the next chapter of this underground saga next!

THE END

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