United Combat Federation

Johanna_Amalia:

Vroni: Good luck, Amalia

Jillian_Mercer: Alright what's going on here

Johanna_Amalia: Thank you, Vroni. I may need it :D

Jillian_Mercer: How do you intend to survive this fight Amalia?

Johanna_Amalia: By virtue of being her cute lil sister?

Jillian_Mercer: You're definitely cute, i'll give you that

Enchanting_Aria: The fight club has opened, and an inaugural match is scheduled for the very first night. Johanna is set to be one of the competitors, and she has picked me—Aria—to face her. I’m already grinning when I hear the news, because I’ve won every fight against my little sister so far; perhaps she should have chosen a weaker opponent. I get ready in the back, changing into my white pants and black sports bra. I can already hear the crowd outside cheering and chatting, placing bets on who will win the match. I’m pretty sure most people are betting on me; I’m well-known here, and everyone knows I’m ruthless and usually win my fights. Then the moment arrives. My name is announced over the loudspeaker: "Our first fighter of the evening is the legendary Enchanting Aria!" I step out of the locker room, walk down the hallway, and hop into the entrance ramp leading to the ring. I wave cheerfully at the guests and vault onto the ring apron. I step elegantly through the ropes, wave to my fans, and flex my small but incredibly strong biceps in every direction. Then I head to my corner and wait for Johanna.

Rebecca2001: have fun

Vroni: I'm betting everything I have—$25—on Amalia.

Jillian_Mercer: .

Johanna_Amalia: I finally chose to open up the UFC fight club, and of course I had to be in the inaugural match; it's only fitting that I compete to show them who's boss! I challenged Aria. Why did I do that? I have no clue... but she is strong, and it will be a tough fight, and a tough fight is always fun... I was there for a while even before Aria arrived, drinking one, well, maybe two or three shots of liquid courage. I then moved to the back; it's quite the nice crowd that had gathered, and people were already excited for what was to come. I kept my jeans on and only removed my top, revealing a nice blue lace bra underneath... let's hope that Aria won't mess it up... she will have to buy me a new one if she does... Then the time had come; I heard her name being announced, and I would have to follow suit. Once the crowd had settled, it was my turn to walk out. "AND HER OPPONENT TONIGHT! THE PRESIDENT OF UNITED COMBAT! JOHANAAAAA!" I stepped out, smiling and waving to the crowd, walking all confidently. I walk up to the ring, get some encouraging rubs on my shoulders as I go, and then hop into the ring. I grin at Aria and stick my tongue out... Tonight I will show that the Little sister can still bite. I roll my shoulders, crack my knuckles, and walk to the middle of the ring. With my chin held high, I give an arrogant smile at Aria. "So are you ready? You can still run away, you know...." I pop my cheeks at the last part, and my eyes light up with some competitive brattyness.

Johanna_Amalia: ( I am sorry I may lose your money :D )

Vroni: (Maybe I'll get it back from you then, sweetie :p )

Enchanting_Aria: I hear you being called into the ring. Seconds later, you come down the ramp and boldly hop into the ring. I watch you climb through the ropes; you look quite brave and confident of victory. But I know you’re trembling inside. I am an opponent most people fear; some don’t even dare to face me because they know I’m the better fighter. Yet Johanna—my sweet little sister—is showing her courage. I nod and say, "Then go ahead and take your beating." I raise my arms to guard my body and clench my hands into fists, just waiting for the gong.

Tempting_Tim: I double Vroni's bet on Amalia.

Enchanting_Aria: (I guess you all like losing your hard-earned money)

Johanna_Amalia: As I just stare you straight into those brown eyes of yours, I can tell you're gauging me up... You have that probing look about you that makes it seem like you are seeing straight into my soul. You do take a second before responding... maybe she is also a bit scarred? Hm, no doubtful, very doubtful... You finally nod and raise those heavy and hard fists of yours. I follow suit, raising my fist into a guarding posture, making sure to have them up to protect my face. I take a step back so I have some more distance to work with when the fight begins. Then the GONG makes its loud noise and it's game time. I start to slowly circle around you, giving you my best game face as I attempt to copy your all-too-famous Tigerface. I keep circling you, unsure whether I should make the first move or let you come to me, but letting you gain initiative isn't the smart thing to do! So I step in with a fake high jab to your face before going for a low kick on your right calf. Then I try to retreat again to regain some lost distance.

Enchanting_Aria: I put on my infamous "tiger stare," meant to make any opponent feel like just another victim on my path to victory. Then the gong sounds... *ding, ding, ding*... I step out of my corner and start circling my sister. She mimics my look—and does a pretty good job of it, too. We really like each other, but—as is the way with sisters—we have our spats. And we’re about to settle one of our recent arguments right here in the ring. I see you coming toward me; then comes your jab—I try to block it, but the punch never lands. Instead, I feel a low kick. It isn't particularly hard, but my leg slips sideways and it stings. You immediately back off. She’s outsmarting me in the very first seconds—the little bitch. I lunge at you and grab your wrists, ram my knee into your stomach, and try to throw you over my hip with a spin. Then I step back and hiss, "Sure you want to go through with this, kiddo?"

Johanna_Amalia: I cant help but smirk as I hear that nice fleshy thud of my shoes smacking into your calf. As I step back with that same coky smirk still on my face, I see the anger start to build up in yours... Seems I have poked the tigress with this one.... You don't hesitate; the moment I manage to weasel out of your direct grasp, you come after me. You grab onto my wrist; I yank my arms down and outward in a circular motion, trying to break your grip on me. As you raise your knee, I try to twist in time, which would lead to a glancing strike instead ofa direct impact into my gut. We are close to each other now, and as you try to throw me over, I try to grab your hair with my right hand and pull a fistful of your blonde hair. I stay close to you, driving my chest against yours while I continue trying to turn with you, hoping to ruin your spin. Then I attempt to push you away towards the ropes and try to walk after you. "Really cute, but I won't just drop down!"

Enchanting_Aria: You twist your arms outward, but that doesn't break my hold; however, you turn sideways, so my knee only grazes your stomach. You try to keep turning and break free from my grip. "What's the matter, babe? Want to dance?" I’m right up close to you, and we’re grappling. You grab a lock of my hair and pull. "Ouch!" Oh, that little bitch. Our breasts are pressed together, and we’re staring hard into each other's eyes. I let go of one of your hands and strike you in the side of the ribs, then wedge my leg between yours and shove you against the ropes. You try to push off them, but I throw my weight against you and pin you there, repeatedly slamming hard blows into your ribs.

Johanna_Amalia: Your hands are locked on me, and I just cant find the angle to break away! Ughhh, how frustrating... You start talking smack, and that doesn't do wonders to make me less angry.... We are suddenly fully up close, and our Boobs are squishing together as we are so close to each other, staring into each other's eyes. I can almost see my own reflection in yours... if there wasn't that anger clouding them. I scoff, biting my lip to get my blood pumping harder. "Ouchhhhhh!" I yell out as you slam me straight into my ribs, making me gasp and lose my breath. You turn us, and suddenly I find myself on the ropes as you push me into there with your weight, and another hard blow shakes my ribs. "Ahhhhh, FAT COW, GET OFF ME!" I am already struggling for air as you turn up the heat. One of my hands is free, and I need to do something. Your leg resting between my legs is of great worry to me.... I need to surprise you. I gather spit up in my mouth a „Raaaah… puhhh!" I aim my spit straight at your face as I try to hammer your own side with one firm punch aimign for your liver I try to use the suprise to jerk my still locked hand free with one swift circuler motion then I try to shove your let out from beetween my legs and stomp down on your left foot as I then try and dance back into the middle of the ring.

Enchanting_Aria: I pin you hard against the ropes and enjoy putting my little sister in her place. Pressing my breasts and belly against yours, I say, "Fat cow? You’re five kilos heavier and two centimeters shorter than me. So who’s the fat cow here?" I feel you trying to punch me in the liver, but since our bellies are pressed tight together, your fist only catches my side. But damn—uurgh—you pack a punch. Then you spit in my face, and I gasp, "Eww... you pig." Before I know it, you’re stomping on my foot—uurgh. I stumble back, and you dance out into the center of the ring. Oh, you’re going to regret that. I shake out my foot and put my guard back up. "You want to fight dirty? Fine by me." I start circling you again.

Johanna_Amalia: I feel my anger growing again as you remind me that you are thinner than me! What a bitch! As I then smack you, my punch has that extra edge I needed to dance away from you. I catch my breath as it takes a while for you to get back into a fighting position. I could have tried and exploited that, but catching my breath is just as important. My chest is heaving. I part my mouth to breathe out deeply, trying to regain some focus. "You know I dont play by the rules, you stupid!" I raise up and put my hands into a fighting pose like you are again. Last time I seized the initiative, and it went well for me... Should I try again? No, not this time; this is as much a mind game as it is anything else... let her come to you.... As we circle each other, I stick my tongue out at you "Bring it!"

Enchanting_Aria: You won't attack again. You wait, and we circle each other. Then you say "come on" and stick your tongue out at me. I lunge forward and wind up for an uppercut; if I land it, you can say goodbye to your tongue. I assume you’ll guard your face, so I drive my other fist into your lower abdomen—below the navel, right at bladder level. Then comes the second punch to your cheekbone, in case your arms drop after the hit to the bladder. I intend to inflict serious damage. "I'm going to finish you off."

Johanna_Amalia: I knew that would get to you! You dont hesitate to come at me... sticking out tongues; it really has a way of getting people angry... I am well aware my tongue is in a precarious position, most definitely. As I see you shooting for an uppercut, I do wonder if you would actually go through with such a brutal attack on your very own sister! I would love to try and call the bluff, but being rushed to the hospital isn't on my bingo card today, so I put my tongue back safely in my mouth and redirect your uppercut and protect my face from that savage strike. But it seems that isn't all you intended to do. I see your fist rushing for my lower body. I know I cant rush to save it. I tense up my core, making my lean muscles tight and ready for the punch. I exhale moments before the punch connects, and my braced muscles do make a difference... "Ahhhh gohshhhh hmmm" It hurts and burns like hell, but my arms stay upright, and I only wobble around on my legs, slightly bending over. Still, pain is written over my face, and the sweat betrays my nerves beginning to lose it. I manage to fend off the second punch so my face is intact at least. Hoping for a gap in your guard after you had just committed to offence, I try to throw a quick left-handed jab to your nose, hoping to hit you straight on. I throw a second right-handed punch aimed at your right boob. "Not done just yet, Stupid Bitch!"

Brooke_Williams: My money is on me cumming before the match is 1/2 over

Vroni: Yes, Amalia, keep it up—you can do it!

Enchanting_Aria: I land a solid hit, but my sweet sister has rock-hard abs, so the blow doesn't sink in quite as hard as I’d hoped. Then you block the punch aimed at your face—or rather, I hit your guard—and just like that, you smack me in the face. You catch me right on the nose, and I instantly feel that sickening, throbbing pain. Blood drips from my nose, and tears spring to my eyes; my head snaps back and I stagger. Damn it. Then comes your second punch, aimed at my chest; I dodge to the side, letting your arm shoot past me—causing you to stumble forward from your own momentum—and then I slam the back of my fist into your eye, which is momentarily unguarded. I back off and touch my nose; it doesn't seem to be broken. Thank God. That little bitch. I never thought it would be this tough going up against her.

Johanna_Amalia: I hit your nose, and the sight of your blood sprouting out is not really satisfying; instinctively, worry sets in... but this is a fight, so no choice... but that hesitation in my second punch gave you the time to dance out of the way, leading me to stumble as your Boobs jiggle away from my field of view. I then see something coming for my right eye. I close it immediately, then feel and hear that THUD; my head snaps back. "Ahhh fuckkkkk not my eye! Have you lost it!! hmphhh," I yell out in pain. I stumble towards the ropes; my eyes feel like they have been stabbed by something sharp... Tears begin to rise, and suddenly fresh salty tears run down from my right eye down towards my chin and then ultimately dripping onto the canvas. I breathe deep, as I do feel worried... I try to blink the blurriness away and that sharp pain, but it just sticks. As I see you reaching for your nose, I reach for my eye and feel a slight swelling, but at least it's still there. "You are fucked up! That was so uncalled for, Aria!" I complain as I breathe heavily and slowly, my Boobs rising with each breath I take as my lips scowl in anger.

Enchanting_Aria: I hear your words, and in a way, I feel bad about it too. You’re my little sister, and I hate the idea of ​​hurting you. But what am I supposed to do? Let myself get beaten up? I snap: "If you're made of sugar, don't step into the ring, kiddo." Then I move toward you and raise my fists, ready to fight. I know you're angry. I duck under your guard and drive my fist into your midsection. Then I swing upward, landing an uppercut that sends you reeling back against the ropes. I’m trying to knock you out quickly so I can stop tormenting my little sister.

Johanna_Amalia: You have got your bearings again, to be expected from you given how tough you are. You come racing towards me with raised fists. I raise mine too, and as you try to duck my guard, I fail to react in time cause my gaze keeps getting drawn to the streak of blood going down your face... But you said it yourself... that sugar analogy... You duck under and bring your fist into my abdomen. "Ughhh..." I cough out in surprise... I duck behind in time, stumbling backwards from the punch to my midsection, causing your uppercut to miss its mark and slam into the air. I throw myself right back at you with your guard still out of order. I try to punch your liver with my left as I also stomp back down on your feet ONCE and then TWICE on the other. Hoping to get your guard low enough for a hook to your chin with my right. "Just give up, it's easy!"

Enchanting_Aria: Yeah. I landed a good hit, but unfortunately, the punch aimed at your chin missed. You attack, aiming for my liver, but I’m still crouching, so I can deflect your blow with a slight turn. But then—you stupid cow—you stomp on my foot. Argh! And again. Argh! I stagger backward. Then—wham—I take a hit to the chin that sends my head whipping to the side. That little bitch must have been training in secret. I stumble two or three steps to the right and briefly clutch my cheek. I’ve had enough of this bitch. I go on the offensive and feint a punch to your face, but instead, I grab both your wrists. Then I ram my knee into your stomach while pulling you in by your arms. This time, I make sure you can’t twist away; if you do manage it, my knee slams into your side ribs. It’s a toss-up which would be worse. Then I let go of your arms and strike your beautiful chest with full force.

Johanna_Amalia: You are fully upset by now, I can tell...I briefly bite my lower lip, realising the growing danger I am facing down... I gulp down, and you come back, face red from the punch I just gave you... I try to give you a cutsie smile, hoping that it may ward you off.... But not this time, no... I jerk my guard up, expecting a tit-for-tat with a punch to my face now... My vision is weaker on one side, so I cant see your change of pace as you grab my wrist instead and pull me in closer "Ahh!" I yelp in surprise, then quickly turn into pain. "ahhhhhh uggggghhhhh" I was narrowly able to tense up my abs a bit, but this time it didn't work so well as earlier... I feel my legs quiver from exhaustion and the increasing pain... "fuck you...!" I mutter, you let go of my arms. Lean back into the ropes for support, but thanks to that, I am cornered now.... I feel my belly is hurting. I rub it with my right hand, but straight after the release comes a punch straight on my chest. "Ahhhhhh, God! Hmmm, there's SENSITIVE, AND YOU KNOW THAT!" I flare in anger, adrenaline rises up, and it's the only thing that's keeping me from lying down and submitting... With shallow panting breaths, I try to boost myself up the ropes for a low punch into your own stomach, hoping it will bend you over every so slightly. I then try and pull my knee up for another hit into your stomach.

Enchanting_Aria: I know exactly how sensitive your amazing breasts are, and that’s precisely why I’m targeting them. You scream in pain; I really got you hard this time. You lean forward and strike my stomach—a deep blow, though not an especially hard one. I absorb the impact with my rock-hard abs, and then your knee comes flying in. *Oof*—that one was more brutal. I catch your knee just as you’re trying to pull it back. Breathing heavily, I hold your leg tight, leaving your legs slightly spread. I shift the knuckle of my middle finger forward and punch you right in the pussy; that protruding knuckle lets me land a precise hit on your little clit. But you’re still wearing jeans, which seem to cushion the blow a bit. Then I shove you into the ropes and clutch my stomach.

Johanna_Amalia: I push off the ropes and manage to force you back some steps with my punch to the stomach and the knee, but the Fatal error I had made comes a bit too late to me... Knowing you, I should really have expected you to catch my knee... but here I am, leaving myself open and off balance for a wicked strike. Then it comes, and your sharp knuckles hit straight into my most sensitive area, smashing into my Pussy squishing my lips, and your middle finger somehow gets a dig at my clit... A sharp jolt of pain runs through me. I flinch and clench my Pussy with my left hand as I hold onto the Ropes with my right. A hot throbbing ache sets in, and my eyes start to water, but I see you clutching your own stomach. Maybe you are running on fumes. If I can push myself a bit more, I might just do it! I softly slwoly and carefully put my weight back on my legs, no longer leaning on the ropes... I am watching you with a hawkish gaze I know you will try to finish this now and I must be ready to react... or as ready as I can be...

Enchanting_Aria: You drop only slightly, not all the way to your knees. Wow. You took it in stride—you are my sister, after all. Then I see you struggling, tears in your eyes. I consider my next move, and yes... this might be the perfect moment. I charge at you, lower my body, and ram my shoulder into your lower abdomen. I hit with such force that I pin you against the turnbuckle and follow up with another hard shoulder thrust to your gut. Then, as you clutch your stomach, I rise up to finish you off with a brutal blow to your temple.

Johanna_Amalia: I see that twitch and you’re coming for me with a charge. I don’t try to stop you with my arms. I let you run straight into me, and the second your head comes forward I shoot my right arm up and over the back of your neck. My forearm slides under your chin as your momentum drives you in, and I lock my hands tight palm against palm right against the side of your neck. I drop my weight hard and sit my hips back, dragging you with me as I squeeze. My elbows pull in and I arch, driving the blade of my forearm deeper into your throat while I clutch the choke with everything I’ve got. My heart is beating fast; that is my only real last chance to pull this off... I know this move from you actually... I have suffered it once... maybe it can help me win this.

Enchanting_Aria: I ram into you and pin you in the corner—that should be enough to finish you off. Just a blow to the temple now, and it’ll all be over. But... WHAT? ... I thought you were beaten enough for me to finally flatten you with a spear. But I misjudged the situation. Your arms wrap around my neck and you squeeze tight—the very move I once used on you. How could I be so stupid? I grab at your arms, digging my fingernails into the forearm that’s choking me, trying to pull it down. I tuck my chin in, hoping to stave off the worst of it. But then I feel the incredible strength of my little sister. Good God. I realize I’m trapped. Holding on with one hand, I punch my other fist into your soft side, just below the ribs, trying to target your kidney. I know I’ve only got twenty or thirty seconds left; it’s either break free or it’s all over. I gag in your grip, gasping for air. My face turns bright red, and those with the best seats can even see the panic in my eyes.

Johanna_Amalia: I got you now! What a lucky catch, but a spear? From you of all people... that is confusing, but I won't complain about some good luck too much. You try to fight it with all you've got, leaving some bloody scrapes on my arms that have tugged in so tightly around your throat. You try to punch at my body with what you've got left, but that punch won't make me give up now that the finish line is in sight! I tug harder, holding on for dear life, the pain only making me angrier and making me squeeze you more. "GIVE UP! I DONT WANT TO DO THIS!" I shout as I really dont want to see my sister pass out in my choke... only if she gives me no choice....

Enchanting_Aria: I land two hard blows to your side. Damn it. You won't let go. Then two more, growing weaker. After what feels like an eternity, I start to feel dizzy and my vision narrows. The edges of my field of view turn black. I know you’ll choke me into unconsciousness if I don’t give up. I’m already sinking to my knees. That spear was the stupidest idea. But I thought you were already spent and that the spear would knock the last bit of fight out of you. And then this. You tell me to give up—you don't want this. A fog clouds my mind. I have no choice left. My arms are already dropping, and I tap your calf ever so gently. Three light touches. If you don't let go now, it's over.

Johanna_Amalia: I feel you start shaking a bit and growing weaker and more limp... I am half praying inside that you will just tap... come on.... come on.... Then I feel it softly and weak, but the three light taps are there. I let go of you and instead pull you in for a tight hug. I softly brush your back and stroke your hair. The fight is over some light cheering and boos from the crowd. I take you by the hand and pull you with me out of the ring so we can get changed and visit a doctor together.

Enchanting_Aria: You let go the moment I tap out; I gasp for air, drawing that life-giving breath into my lungs. After two or three breaths, the haze clears, and I feel your embrace and the gentle way you stroke my hair. My legs are trembling, but I get back to my feet. Then I pull away and grab your hand, hoisting your arm high and pointing at you with my other hand—a gesture acknowledging that you were truly the better fighter today. But then you take my hand, and we leave the ring. I whisper in your ear, "You were the stronger one today. But I’ll get my revenge." My voice still sounds weak. Then we go to see the fight club’s doctor.

Enchanting_Aria: the end

Enchanting_Aria: congrats johanna. you are so strong in this fight. amazing

Johanna_Amalia: Thank you for this amazing fight, Aria <3 You are a pleasure :) And another big thank you for all who read along :)