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Blood..!, Sweat..!, and No Surrender..!

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Erin Scott (deleted member)

Sean The Fighter

<Sean_The_Fighter> Everyday at my local boxing gym is the same thing. Train hard and fight harder…. Also deal with my annoying rival Erin. Erin has always had it out for me for some reason, constantly taunting me, pushing my buttons despite never being my opponent. Every mistake I made, she would make sure I hear about it. Everything that could be a competition she made sure that I knew it was. We constantly butted heads throughout my time here. Well I think it’s fine I finally test you, to see if you all talk. I find you alone in the gym, you usually come work out on at nights. I approach you as you smirk at me as you always do. “Yo Erin…. I think we need to have a chat”. I prepare myself for you inevitable antics.

<Erin_Scott> I was mid-set, shadowboxing in front of the mirror, when I heard your voice cut through the quiet gym. Without missing a beat, I finished my last combo with a sharp pivot, turning to face you with my usual smirk. "Oh wow, Sean, what a surprise. Here I was thinking I’d get through at least one workout without your existential crisis about me living rent-free in your head.” I grabbed my towel, dabbing my forehead as I leaned casually against the ring ropes. "But hey, if you finally grew a backbone and wanna put this rivalry to the test, I’m all ears." I tossed the towel over my shoulder, tilting my head. "So, what’s it gonna be? You wanna settle this with gloves on? A spar? A challenge? Or are we arm-wrestling for gym supremacy now? C’mon, big guy, what’s your move?"

<Sean_The_Fighter> My chin locks up, already visibly annoyed by your antics. “Erin…. Always think everything is about you huh, and let’s not pretend that you aren’t the one who started all this, you’ve had it out for me sense day one!”. I take a deep breath before continuing. “I think I’ve had enough of your bullshit, I think it’s finally time me and you to settle things. I don’t like you and you don’t like me. You’re always saying you can kick my ass but I think you are full of it.” I step closer, getting in your face. “How about we settle this in the ring, a boxing match, me and you, no ref or crowd, THATS my move honey”

<Erin_Scott> I let out a short laugh, shaking my head as I tossed my towel onto the bench. "Oh, Sean, you make it too easy. You act like I forced you into this rivalry newsflash, big guy, if you weren’t so easy to mess with, I wouldn’t bother." I squared my shoulders as you stepped closer, my smirk never fading. "But finally, you’re speaking my language. No refs, no crowd just you and me, gloves up, fists flying. Sounds like the perfect way for me to prove what I’ve been saying all along." I tapped my knuckles together and leaned in just enough to make sure you felt the weight of my confidence. "So tell me, Sean, how many rounds do you think you’ll last before you regret this?"

<Sean_The_Fighter> I grit my teeth again, because I’m so easy to mess with….. go the nerve of this woman. “You think your so funny don’t you, fine, let’s do this then, go get ready, I’ll meet you in the ring in 5, and I finally show you who’s better between the two of us…. That’s unless you want to back out honey?” I taunt.

<Erin_Scott> I chuckled, shaking my head as I started unwrapping my hands, taking my sweet time just to annoy you further. "Back out? Oh, Sean, that’s adorable. You’re the one who's gonna wish you had an exit plan." I slung my gloves over my shoulder and sauntered past you toward the lockers, pausing just long enough to shoot you a cocky glance. "Five minutes? That’s all you need to mentally prepare for this beatdown? Bold. Alright then, sweetheart don’t be late. I’d hate for you to get cold feet before I get the chance to shut you up properly." With that, I disappeared into the locker room, grinning the whole way.

<Sean_The_Fighter> “Pfft” I scoff as I head to the locker rooms, how can some be this confident in themselves. I head to the men’s locker room as I open my locker. I see my iconic red Satin shorts and red gloves, I’ve fought countless battles with these but… they all felt tame compared to this bout. There something about you, your confidence that is infuriating as it is…. Intoxicating. Your quick wit, you’re dominate yet elegant work in the ring. You’ve beaten many men without so much as breaking a sweat. I hate to admit it, but sense I’ve met you, I’ve been motivated to finally surpass you. I get my glove on snug and ready as limber up for the fight. Alright Erin, let’s see what your made of. I head to the ring and slip between the ropes. That room is strangely empty, but anytime you enter anywhere, there an energy around you. I get in my corner and wait for you to come meet me in the ring.

<Erin_Scott> The sound of my footsteps echoed through the empty gym as I made my entrance, my custom pinkish-red-on-black sports crop top hugging my frame, paired with sleek black leggings that showed I meant business. My neon blue gloves were already snug on my hands, the contrast making them pop under the dim gym lights. I didn’t rush. No, I took my time climbing through the ropes, stepping into the ring with the kind of confidence that had always gotten under your skin. As I reached my corner, I leaned back against the turnbuckle, stretching my arms above my head, arching slightly as I loosened up. My eyes met yours, and I smirked. "Well, well, look at you suited up like you’re about to make history. You sure you’re ready for this, champ? ‘Cause once that bell rings, there’s no turning back." I rolled my shoulders, letting the anticipation build. "And just so we’re clear when you hit that canvas, I want you to remember that you asked for this."

<Sean_The_Fighter> I roll my eyes as your provocation. “We’ll see who hits the canvas real soon now won’t we.” I get ready on boxing position, taking a loose upper guard for the moment. I don’t come forward to come tap your gloves, the time of respecting one another has come or gone. I take a look at your outfit, your body I lean and fit, you’ve always had a sense of style, I would never tell it to your face but you’ve always been stunning, never boxing a woman before, let alone one that looks like you. But I need to focus, it’s time to finally show you that I won’t let you push me around anymore. *Ding Ding* the bell rings out as I head to the center of the ring. We begin to circle one another as I stare deeply into your eyes. Your confidence radiating in your stare, like you daring me to come at you. I can’t rush things but I need to test that guard of yours. I send a left jab followed by a right cross aimed your head. Let’s see how quick you are in your feet.

<Erin_Scott> I smirk as the bell chimes through the empty gym, my pulse steady, my stance loose yet coiled ready to strike. You step forward, all fire and determination, but I see the hesitation in your movements. You’ve never boxed a woman before, huh? Well, you’re about to learn that I’m not just any woman. As you send that left jab my way, I weave effortlessly, letting the punch slide past my cheek like a missed opportunity. The right cross follows fast, but I pivot, rolling my shoulder just enough to make you whiff at air. "Oh Sean, that was cute are you shadowboxing, or were you actually trying to hit me?" I taunt, my voice dripping with amusement. I don’t let you reset. The moment you miss, I snap a sharp counter, a stiff left hook that aims to kisses your ribs, followed by a crisp right straight aimed for your jaw. My gloves pop against you like punctuation marks in our little argument, each strike making my point loud and clear. "You wanted a test, right?" I grin as I shift back, light on my feet, circling you. "Hate to break it to you, big guy, but you're failing so far. Maybe all that frustration you’ve got should’ve gone into your technique instead of your little internal monologue about how ‘stunning’ I am." I give you a playful wink, feinting another jab just to keep you guessing. "Now, are you gonna fight me, or are you just gonna keep staring?".

<Sean_The_Fighter> I feel my glove fly past your cheek as I miss and hit nothing but air. I fire my cross which but it still misses. You don’t even give me a second before you fire back. Before I know it I feel a sharp pain in my ribs as your gloves slam into them. “Ggggfffk” I grunt as the pain digs in to my bone. You fire a straight that come in contact with my jaw. My head is knocked back from the blow. The leather “PFFT” sound echos through the empty room as I fall back. I shake my head, fuck, come on Sean focus for god sakes! I get back into postition as you dance around me taunting me, almost like you can read my damn mind. “God you are so full of yourself! Let’s see how stunning you are after this!” I jump forward towards you with a left hook down low to the liver before going uptown with a right hook to your cheek, I finish off with an uppercut to your chin with my left hand that slides in close to your body.

<Erin_Scott> I see it in your eyes the frustration, the fire, the determination to prove me wrong. You lunge forward, all power and no hesitation. Good. That’s what I want. Your left hook comes in hot, aiming for my liver, but I drop my elbow just in time, catching most of the impact. "Oof, not bad, didn’t know you had a mean streak in you, Sean!" I quip, but I don’t get too cocky. You’re already sending the next one. That right hook swings toward my cheek, and this time, I don’t dodge entirely I roll with it, letting it graze past instead of taking the full brunt. But that uppercut? That one’s sneaky. I see it late, Urghh feel the force clip my chin, making my head snap up slightly. My feet shift, adjusting to the hit, but I plant myself firm. My smirk? Still intact. "Oh, look at you! Almost had me there. Almost. Guess that’s an improvement." I retaliate fast. My neon blue gloves flash as I slam a right hook into your ribs, my own little receipt for earlier. Before you can suck in air, I whip a left uppercut straight into your gut, aiming to steal whatever breath you had left. "You’re hitting harder, I’ll give you that. But let’s see if you can take it as well as you dish it out, hmm?" I purr, stepping in close, gloves up, stance tight. I lock eyes with you, a slow grin spreading across my lips. "So, champ still think I’m the one who’s full of myself? Or do you just not like when I’m right?".

<Sean_The_Fighter> You’re still quick on your feet, my first strike only lands on your elbow. My right hook only grazes your cheek as I feel the glove rub up against your cheek but doesn’t do much damage. My uppercut however, finds its mark! I feel in collide with your chin knocking your head toward the overhead lights. You grunt a bit as it lands clean, making you stumble for only a second. Damn that felt good, I’ve wanted to hit your for a long time Erin. You don’t wait long to fire back. I see your rib shot coming but it still lands partly on my ribs even after tying to block. Those rib shots hurt like a bitch, but I can’t let you see me hurt. I try to regain my breath but a left uppercut slams into my stomach. “Ummmmph” I feel the air rush out of my lungs as I feel my body cave to your shot. I take a hop back as I try and regain my breath. “Aaaahhh…. Nice shot, but you’ll need more than that.” I hear you taunt me again, still pushing my buttons “you’re not right about me! I wont back down because you think your hot shit!”. I go at you again. I throw a left jab and a right cross aimed at your nose before a swing with another shot with my left hand. This time a left hook. Wanting to get you back I duck down and send a right hook to your Naval to see how much you like sucking on air.

<Erin_Scott> I see the fire in your eyes as you come at me again, refusing to give me the satisfaction of watching you struggle for breath. That’s cute. You’re pissed, you’re determined, and most importantly you’re playing right into my hands. Your left jab snaps toward my nose, and I sway just enough to make it skim by, feeling the faint brush of leather. The right cross follows hard and fast, but I get my glove up in time, deflecting most of the impact. Still, you’ve got power. My arms sting a little from the force. But that left hook? That one surprises me. It slips through my guard and lands on my cheek with a UUrghhh. My head turns with the impact, a small grunt escaping my lips. Alright, Sean. I see you. Then you go low. A right hook to the navel. I try to tighten my core, but you bury that shot deep,OOOUPH knocking a puff of air out of me. My body folds slightly for a second before I roll away, resetting my stance, a grin forming despite the sting. "Oooo, look at you! Someone’s finally figuring out how to hit me. Took you long enough." I wipe the corner of my mouth, checking for blood. Nothing. "But let’s be real, you’re still just swinging for the fences and hoping something lands. Let me show you what precision looks like." I rushed forward. A feint to the left, baiting you into moving, before I whip a right hook across your temple, rattling that thick skull of yours. Before you can process it, I sink a brutal left hook into your liver clean, sharp, right on target. "Breathe through that, tough guy." I taunt, stepping back just enough to watch you react. "And don’t worry, I’ve been wanting to hit you for a long time too. Feels amazing."

<Sean_The_Fighter> You still think you are so cocky. My first punch missed you wide, only barely grazing you. My right smacks into your raised guard as you lift the arm up. My gloves slams into your arm as I feel a tingle move up my arm. I feel your arms give just a bit but it’s apparent your guard is still very much intact. My left hook though finally sneaks past your guard and slams into your face landing on your cheek. Your head gets knocked to your side. As your head is dealing with the whiplash. I go down and slam into your stomach. I feel your body fold and my shot elicits a nice grunt from you. I smirk as I hear the air rush out of your lungs, stumbling back. We both reset our stance as you still grin at me. You taunt me again as you continue to poke holes as my will. “Don’t you ever shut…. Ooooofff” before I can even finish my sentence I feel my head spin to the right violently. Your faint fooling me hook line and sinker. Spittle flies out of my mouth as your blue glove flings my head to the right dazing me. I get my guard up to defend my face but then BAM. I feel your left hook land on my liver clean. Pain shoots throughout whole body as I grit my teeth through my moth guard. I feel air leaving my lungs as I take a big stumble back, clearly hurt by your attack. Damn it… I can’t let her do that to me unanswered. I straighten up and get ready to die back “be careful what you wish for!” I shout out as I faint with my right hand down toward your liver before I send a right hook for your chin.

<Erin_Scott> I see it in your eyes you felt that one. My hook rattled your brain, my liver shot stole your breath, and for a split second, I could tell you were this close to doubling over. But credit where it’s due you straighten up, grit through the pain, and come back swinging. You shout something dramatic, but I barely catch it because I’m already analyzing your movement. Your right hand dips low a feint. Cute. You’re trying to bait me into guarding my body so you can crack my chin. Clever, really. But Sean… you should be careful what you wish for. I don’t fall for it. The moment you swing that right hook, I duck. Your glove sails over my head, missing by inches. And while you’re still committed to that punch, still mid-motion, still vulnerable. I make you pay for it. I Rushed in upward with a vicious left uppercut straight to your exposed ribs, burying my glove deep to make sure it hurts. Then, before you can even register the pain, I step in and launch a brutal right cross right into your jaw, my neon-blue glove snapping your head back with a loud crack! "Oh Sean, you’re making this too easy," I tease, stepping back just enough to admire my handiwork. "You thought I wouldn’t see that feint coming? Please. You’ve gotta wake up pretty damn early to outsmart me, sweetheart." I roll my shoulders, my smirk growing. "Now, tell me how’s it feel knowing you just set yourself up for your own ass-kicking?"

<Sean_The_Fighter> I try and faint you, hoping you will take the bait as I fire my left hand, aimed right at your cheek. It flies toward you, I feel it will hit your face in any second but then…. Nothing. I feel nothing but air. “Gggghhhk” a sharp pain in my ribs rattles my bones before quickly followed by a quick blue blur leading to a flash of light the blocks my vision. Sweat flies from my spiky hair as I stumble backwards, almost feeling my feet slide out from under me. I quickly find my footing as I plant my feet. And see you standing back, guard lose with a smirk on your face. I hear you endless taunts, my blood starting to boil, but I need to stay come despite your constant provocations. “You land a few good shots and you think this is over?! Please, I can go all day. If you think this fight is going to be quick you have it dead wrong. I’m going to make sure I put you through a fight like you never had before. You want to be the pretty princess of this gym, well earn that shit!” I get my gloves in a tighter peekaboo guard. I plan to come at you up close, try and throw off your rhythm. I dart in close to your and go low with my body. I fire off a three hit combo on your body in quick succession. A left hook toward your liver, a right hook to you side and a left hook to your rib cage. I dart in close as you defend yourself, practically brushing up against you. I twitch my right shoulder noticeably before firing and upper cross with my left right on the chin.

<Erin_Scott> I see it all unfold the tight peekaboo guard, the way you lower your stance, the way you charge in, determined to take this fight inside. I know exactly what you’re trying to do smother my movement, mess with my rhythm, grind me down. But Sean, that’s the thing about fighting me. I live for pressure. Your left hook aims for my liver, but I anticipate it, shifting just enough to take the brunt of it on my tightened obliques. It still stings, but I don’t give you the reaction you want. The right hook slams into my side Ouurgh, I felt that one but I hold my ground. The third shot clips my ribs, my body jerking slightly from the impact, but I refuse to backpedal. You want to play up close? Fine. Let’s play. I see it the twitch in your shoulder. Too obvious. That upper cross is coming, and I welcome it. Instead of dodging, I brace. Your glove cracks against my chin, my head snapping back, but my feet? Planted. And while you’re still close too close I make you pay. My hands move fast. The moment you think you’re in control, I whip a devastating right hook into your ribs, just above your last shot. Then I pivot, pressing into you, robbing you of space, and send a nasty left uppercut into your solar plexus, aiming to rip the air straight from your lungs. "Oh, Sean did you really think you could bully me on the inside?" I tease, my voice a little breathy, but still smug. "That’s cute. But if you’re gonna get this close, you better be ready to take what you dish out." I take a step back, gloves up, eyes locked onto you, watching how you react. "Come on then, ‘tough guy.’ Show me if you can handle the heat or are you already feeling the burn?"

<Sean_The_Fighter> I get in close to you and land a good shot on your chin, you use less defense then I was expecting as I see your head get knocked back from the pressure of the blow. You plant your feet, not even budging despite the recent shots to your chin. My body collides with yours as you answer the attack with a shot to my ribs. “Gggggckkk” I grunt as your gloves dig into my ribs. You come in close as you press into me and send a left uppercut to my gut. Air leaves my lungs as bend from the force to the blow. You taunt me again as you jump back. I get my guard up before responding back. “Oh I can’t take plenty of heat, it’s you who’s going to get burned. You want to fight in close? Fine, let’s see how you fair when you have no room for your fancy footwork. I twitch my right shoulder before darting to the left, I jump forward as my right shoulder bumps into you. I fire off a fake to your left kidney, switching to a right hook right on your jaw. I get in close, our sweaty bodies grind up one another as I wrap my right arm to pin your left one. With my free hand I fire three uppercuts to your stomach, using your back as leverage as I push against you. Let’s see how well you if you can handle fighting this in close to a fighter. A ref would have broken us up but there is no ref here, it’s just me and you Erin.

<Erin_Scott> Oh, so that’s how you wanna play it? You’re done trying to outbox me you’re trying to maul me now, huh? Getting up close, smothering my movement, grinding against me like some desperate brawler looking for any edge you can get? Cute. Your shoulder bumps into me, knocking me slightly off balance. The fake to my kidney draws a brief reaction, but I catch the real danger just in time your right hook crashes into my jaw. My head snaps sideways, a sting rippling across my cheek. Not bad, Sean. Not bad at all. Then you really get bold. You grab hold of my left arm, trapping it, our bodies locked together in the clinch. And that’s when you really start laying in the punishment. First uppercut Ugh! I feel it in my stomach, my core tightening on impact. Second one Gghnn! you push me back slightly, using my own body as leverage. Third one Tchh! I bite down on my mouthguard, my abs screaming in protest. But Sean… you should know better than to think I’d let you manhandle me without consequence. I plant my feet and drive my forehead into yours, a short, sharp clash meant to shake you up. Not enough to drop you, just enough to make your grip falter. The moment I feel your balance shift, I rip my left arm free, snaking it under your right and flipping the tables. Now you’re the one trapped. "Oh, so you like getting real close to me, huh? How’s it feel now, big guy?" I growl, my voice low and taunting. "Don’t get shy on me now!" (MTC)..

<Erin_Scott> With your arm pinned, I make you suffer. First, a brutal right hook straight into your exposed ribs digging deep, making sure you feel it. Then a nasty left uppercut to your gut, my fist burying into your stomach just like yours did to me. And just to seal the deal, I yank your head down and slam a final right hook straight into your temple before shoving you off me. "You wanted to fight dirty? Babe, you don’t wanna play that game with me." I wipe my mouth, smirking despite the sting in my jaw. "Now, be a good boy and pick yourself up I ain’t done with you yet."

<Sean_The_Fighter> I feel my gloves slam into your stomach as I pin your arm to your side. I hear you grunt in my ear, sending a chill down my back. Bang, Bang, Bang! My uppercuts slam into your stomach as you hunch over. All that cockiness might not show it but I got you good in that exchange. Your fruity perfume fill my nose as I am practically chest to chest with you, feeling your heat. Not used to being this close to you, it’s an odd feeling, I hate your attitude…. But you’ve always been a looker. I look up to see your forehead slam into my head, knocking me back as I feel pain wriggle into my brain. “Aaaaggg” I stumble back before your body closes in on me.

<Sean_The_Fighter> I feel your gloves slam into my exposed ribs again, clearly a target you want to exploit. I stumble a bit before an uppercut rips into my stomach, I bite down hard on my mouthguard as I lose air in my lungs. You finish your blow by yanking my head down hard, sending a right hook to my temple. “Aaaaaagggg” spittle flies as you my head is knocked ti the left. My ears ring before you shove me off of you, resetting us back as we both exchanged some in tight blows. I shake my head if the cobwebs, as I hear you taunting me as I get ready, circling you. “Not bad…. But I know you’ve always been a dirty fighter. You won’t scare me off the like the other guys here. You’ve never fought a real man like me before. I’ll be more than happy to show you what that’s really like.” I circle you as I shout a left, right, left jab to your guard before throwing a right hook to the cheek and a left uppercut to your chin. “Come on Erin! I can do this all day, you’re not going to get out of this with a cheap shot or a first round knockout like the rest. Your going to have to earn it!”

<Erin_Scott> Oh, please, Sean. A "real man"? Spare me the testosterone-fueled monologue I’ve dropped plenty of guys who thought the same thing. And guess what? They all hit the canvas just as hard. I watch you shake off the cobwebs, circling me with that stubborn fire in your eyes. Gotta give it to you, you’re persistent. I see your jabs coming left, right, left each one popping off my guard with a sharp thud-thud-thud. But that’s all they do tap against my gloves, like pebbles bouncing off a wall. Cute. Then you throw that right hook now that actually means something. I brace, but bam! it slams into my cheek, whipping my head to the side. A sting flares across my jaw, but before you get to celebrate I’m still standing. And still smirking. "That all you got, hotshot? Thought you were gonna show me something ‘real’?" Your uppercut comes next a sharp left straight to my chin. This time, I sway back just enough to rob it of its full power, taking the shot but denying you the damage you wanted. I can tell that frustrates you. Good. "Oh, you can do this all day? Sweetheart, you’re already running out of ideas." Now it’s my turn. I slip inside your range, cutting off your movement, and bam! fire a sharp right uppercut right into your ribs, digging deep. Then a left hook to your jaw, snapping your head to the side giving you a little taste of your own medicine. And just when you think that’s it I’m not done. I weave under your counter and come right back up, my blue glove rocketing forward with a straight punch dead into your nose. Thwack! "Oops! Didn’t mean to mess up that pretty face of yours." I tilt my head, giving you a teasing pout. "But hey, I figured you wanted to earn this, right?"

<Sean_The_Fighter> My right hand slams into your cheek knocking your head to the left. You plant your feet so you don’t stumble but the shot had that nice sound to it, no way is didn’t hurt. I throw my uppercut to your chin but you back your head back, my uppercut frustratingly grazes your chin. Damn it! You duck down as fire an uppercut to my right ribs again. I feel your fist dig in deep as I grunt in pain.

<Sean_The_Fighter> I see your left light blue glove come flying toward my face. The blue of the glove fills my vision as my head is knocked to the right violently. I groan in pain as the spit is knocked from my mouth, splattering into the floor. I fire a right hook at you as a desperate attempt to counter you but you duck under it with ease. You fire a nice jab the lands on my nose knocking my head back hard. I feel my nose swell and get all stuffy as I stumble back. “Aggggg” I moan in pains I struggle to regain my footing. My glove goes to nose as I feel it throb. I check if there’s blood, no, looks like I’m good… damn that hurt. I shake of the pain as I get ready to go at you again. I know this the round is coming close to ending. I can’t let you get off easy. I hear you taunt me as I stumble back, as per usual. My face hurts, but my drive remains unbroken. “That’s where you’re wrong honey, it’s you that has the earn this, not me.” I circle you again as you as I stare into your dark eyes intently. Alright Erin, you’re good, real good, but I’m here to show you what I’m made of, so you better have more for me! I fire a left right jab at your guard before a left cross aims straight between you guard toward your nose. With your guard lowed I dart down to the left and send a hook toward your kidney. Using the momentum to hit you hard and bounce off, making you have to come get me for your next attack.

<Erin_Scott> I see your jabs coming, predictable and sharp, smacking into my raised guard. Thud-thud. Your left cross shoots through the gap sneaky but I turn just enough that it glances off my nose instead of smashing dead-on. Not bad, Sean, but you’ll need more than that to put me down. Then there it is. You dart in low, twisting your whole damn body into that hook to my kidney. Wham! I feel it, no doubt. A shock of pain zips through my side, making my body tense for a split second. My abs tighten, my breath shortens but my will? Unshaken. You bounce back, thinking you just landed the shot of the round, putting space between us, waiting for me to come and chase you. Oh, sweetheart, I don’t chase. "Nice shot, champ. Almost felt that one." I roll my shoulders, the smirk never leaving my lips. "But all you did was buy yourself a couple extra seconds before I embarrass you again." I explode forward, closing the gap faster than you expect. Your weight’s still shifting back from your last punch bad place to be. BAM! a sharp left straight to your already sore nose. Before you can even groan WHAP! a right hook tears across your jaw, sending sweat flying. And since I know you love close-quarters, let’s make this personal. I step in real close, chest nearly brushing yours before I slam a left hook deep into your ribs, twisting my hips into it for maximum impact. "Still feeling like a real man, Sean?" I whisper just loud enough for you to hear. And just to drive the point home, I shove you back with my glove against your face, sending you stumbling toward the ropes. "Come on, hotshot. Earn it."

<Sean_The_Fighter> My low shovel punch slams into your side that makes you wince out a bit. Another good shot that raddles your kidney. After creating some space I can see you won’t let my little show go unanswered. You dart forward quickly as you close the distance and what feel like a second. Before I know it a bright flash obstructs my vision as a sharp pain fills my nose. “Ahhhhh” I groan as I feel my nose swell, making it difficult to breathe through my nose. WHAP! A right hook lands flush on my chin as sweat flies off my head and not the mat. I stumble a bit before you come up on me as you brush up against my chest. I know a rib shot is coming so I get my elbow low as your fist slams into it. It still hurts like a bitch but it could have been worse. I hear you whisper in my ear before I put your glove in my face and push backwards. I almost lose my balance as my back touches the ropes. I get my gloves up, ready to come at you once again but finally the bell rings out. Ding Ding, the automatic timer I set goes off, ending the first round. We both get into each others faces, the tension from the first round still boiling under the surface. “Not bad Erin, but I got your just as good as you got me. Think you can go another round?” I ask just to piss you off a bit.

END OF ROUND ONE.!!

<Erin_Scott> As the bell rings, I take a slow step forward, meeting you chest to chest. My breathing’s steady, my dark eyes locked onto yours, my smirk never faltering. "You wish you got me just as good, Sean. Your face tells a different story." I lift a gloved fist, gently tapping the bridge of your swollen nose with my knuckle, just enough to make it sting. "Hope you like mouth breathing, champ. ‘Cause that nose? Yeah, it's on borrowed time." I turn, sauntering back to my corner, rolling out my shoulders like I just warmed up. I lean back against the turnbuckle, stretching an arm over the ropes as I glance at you. "Another round? Oh, honey… I was just getting started." I gesture to your stance with a flick of my glove. "Hope you don’t mind second place, because round two? It’s where I make you mine." The buzzer sounds for the next round. I pop my neck, step forward, and tap my gloves together. "Come on, tough guy. Let’s see if you can keep up."

<Sean_The_Fighter> I feel you tap my nose as it stings a bit but I try and stand firm as you head to your corner. I head to mine as I sit on my stool, sweat dripping down my body. Oh this isn’t over, not by a long shot Erin. I stretch my muscles out at I get ready for the next bout. I keep my eyes glued in you as my mission remains the same. I’ll need to protect my nose but it’s been broken before and I fought through it, she will have do everything in her power to stop me. The bell rings as I go out to meet you in the center as you taunt me as per usual. “Still thinking this will be a short fight, big mistake honey, but let’s see what you got in store for me!”. I approach you, with my loose guard as I stay light on my toes. I fire of a right jab at your guard and a left uppercut to your chin before twist my body to send a right uppercut right on your solar plexus.

<Erin_Scott> As you step in with that cocky determination, I watch your movements like a predator eyeing its prey. Your jab meets my guard, barely a tap before I feel your left uppercut graze my chin nice try, but not clean enough. Then you twist, aiming for my solar plexus, and I know you’re trying to take the wind out of me. Too bad I don’t run out of air so easily. I tighten my core just in time, absorbing some of the blow, but it still knocks a grunt out of me. My eyes flick up oh, you’re proud of that one, huh? Big mistake. With no hesitation, I counter. My neon blue glove snaps out, cracking against your already swollen nose, sending another wave of pain shooting through your face. "How’s that mouth breathing working out for ya, champ?" I taunt as I sidestep, keeping my footwork sharp. Before you can recover, I drive a brutal right hook into your ribs the same spot I’ve been chipping away at. The satisfying thud of leather on flesh echoes through the gym, and I feel your body tense. Your abs might be solid, but I know that one stung. I don’t give you space, though. I press in close, my breath hot against your ear as I whisper, "You’re tough, Sean. But toughness only gets you so far. Smarts? Skill? That’s what wins fights." And to drive my point home, I yank your guard open with my left and slam an uppercut straight into your gut, my knuckles sinking in deep. I step back with a smirk as you double over slightly, sucking in air. I raise my gloves, nodding for you to come at me. "Now get up and prove me wrong, tough guy."

<Sean_The_Fighter> My shot hits your toned stomach as you stumble backward a bit from the blow. I’m still landing shots on you, I’m still very much in this fight if even if you don’t want to admit it. You don’t wait long to respond back with a left cross that smashing into my swollen nose. “Aaauuuuuugggg” I feel my nose swell even more as your light blue glove leaves a noticeable red mark on my face. I see your right hand fire out, I know you’re going to my ribs. I tense up to try and soak up some of the damage as your glove slams into my rib cage. The leather on skin sound echos throughout the quite halls of the boxing gym. I grunt as the shot rattles my ribs as you jump into my space again. You whisper in my ear as you fire an uppercut to my gut. “Oooooooophfffff” I feel the air leave my lungs as your glove forces my stomach into my body. I clutch the affected area as you jump back, taunting me to come at you once again. “Oh it will be my pleasure to”. I move in to go for some strikes, a left hook to your temple collides with your guard as I quickly jump to the right and send a right hook for the other side before you can cover up. I dart in close to your body as fire three left handed uppercuts to your stomach one after the other before putting my glove in you face and shoving you back. “Not so fun when your on the receiving end is it!”

<Erin_Scott> Your right hook sneaks past my guard, slamming into the side of my head, and for a split second, my vision flickers. Not bad. I feel your body press in as you go low, hammering my stomach with those relentless left uppercuts. Bang! Bang! Bang! My abs flex against the impact, each shot forcing a grunt from my lips. Then shove! You push me back, your glove pressing against my face. My feet skid on the mat as I regain my footing, rolling my neck with a smirk. "Cute. You think that was payback?" I scoff, rubbing my jaw. Without another word, I lunge forward. My blue glove snaps out with a stiff jab to your lips, knocking your head back just enough to disrupt your balance. I see you bracing for the rib shot, but nope not this time. Instead, I feint low before whipping a right hook straight to your already battered nose. The sound alone is satisfying as your head violently twists to the side, assuming a spray of sweat flying off. If it connects, your body shudders from the pain, but I don’t let up. I slip in, almost chest-to-chest again, and drive my knee slightly into your thigh not illegal, but enough to distract you before I rip a brutal left uppercut to your gut. My knuckles sink into your core, and I feel your body tighten in response, another ragged gasp escaping your lips. Pressing in even closer, I whisper near your ear, my breath warm against your skin. "I can take a hit, Sean. But can you?" Then BAM! I step back and drill a snapping right hook across your jaw. Assuming it hits, I watch as you stagger, your body swaying, your breath uneven. My gloves come up, my stance still solid. "Come on, show me that fire. I want the best version of you, not some guy desperate to keep up."

<Sean_The_Fighter> I get you good with my last exchange. My body shots raddle your stomach as your groan in pain. My hand pushing your face as you fall back, playing into the dance of pissing each other off. It’s almost like we are trying to bring out the best and most violent version of yourself with ever verbal exchange and physical blow. You jump forward as you fire a jab to my lips. I feel a burning sensation to my lips as I stumble backward. I know you’re going for my ribs again and I bring my guard down low. But at the last second you pivot and a nasty cross that smashes my nose. “Aaaagggg” I feel my nose burn as I hear the crack of your glove slamming into my nose. I feel your knee rub in against my leg as you slam your gloves into my stomach. “Aaaaaahhhhppph” I hunch over as I feel the air leave my body. You get in close as our sweaty bodies collide. I feel your warmth of your breath in my neck as you whisper into my ear. Can I take a hit you ask, of course I can, infact I don’t feel alive unless I’m in this ring hurting. You slam your gloves into my chin, knocking my head sideways as I stumble and almost fall to the mat but I’m able to get my barrings. “Best version of me, oh you’ll get it, I promise nothing less!” I go toward you as I faint my right hand but go down low with a left hook to you side. I follow it up with another right hook to your liver before getting in real close. I send a cross smashes into your lips, knocking your head back at an odd angle. You stumble back as I reset my guard, ready for your counter attack. I instinctively touch my nose with my glove and see that I’m bleeding a bit. I wipe the blood off my nose with my glove and get ready for you. I motion with my glove for you to come get me.

<Erin_Scott> I smirk as I roll my jaw, the sting of your last shot still lingering on my lips. The metallic taste of sweat and a little blood fuels the fire in my chest. You’re hurt, but you’re standing tall, motioning for me to come at you like you think you’re in control. Cute. I take a slow breath, resetting my stance. My ribs ache, but I push past the pain. I step forward, measured and deliberate, my eyes locked onto yours. The air between us is thick with adrenaline, the raw tension of a fight that neither of us plans to lose. I feint with a quick right jab, watching your reaction just the slightest shift in your guard, the briefest moment of anticipation. That’s all I need. In an instant, I dip low and fire a sharp left hook straight into your ribs. My glove buries itself deep, the impact sending a solid thud through your body. I feel your muscles tense under my knuckles, but I don’t stop. Before you can even grit your teeth through the pain, I twist on my back foot and launch a vicious right cross aimed directly at your jaw. My fist slams against you, the sharp crack of leather on skin echoing through the gym. Your head snaps to the side, sweat flying from your brow, but I don’t step back I stay right there, pressing in close, forehead brushing against yours just to test your patience. I can feel the heat radiating off of you, your breath heavy against my skin. And just as I see the fire flare up in your eyes, I suddenly jerk back only to rush forward with a brutal uppercut straight into your solar plexus. My knuckles dig deep, forcing the air from your lungs in a harsh, guttural gasp. Hope your body folds slightly from the impact, and I lean in close, my voice low, teasing, dripping with challenge. “Best version of you?” I whisper, my breath brushing against your ear. “Show me, then.”

<Sean_The_Fighter> My last shot smashed your lip good as you roll your jaw a bit. I get ready for you, almost excited to see what you have in store for me. You fire a left jab toward my guard as my glove reaches up to block your upcoming jab. You shift down and send a hook to my ribs that makes my jump a bit as it slams into my side. “Aaaagg” I try and get my gloves up by your blue glove slams into my face knocking a bit of spit and sweat from my face and my head is jerked to the left. I feel my vision swim as I try and stand firm. I feel your forehead brush up into mine as you look deeply into my eyes, seeing the untamed fire within them. I feel our breaths mingles as we breathe heavy against our faces. You jerk back and BAM, I feel the air rush out of my lungs as uppercut hits me straight into the center of my stomach. I lean I close, whispering in my ear, sending a chill down my spine…. You want more…. No you want all of my being to push you. I wrap my arms around you as I clinch you tight. I send shots at your liver with my free hand and another to your ribs. You follow suit as you trade blows with me in the clinch. Our grunts filling the gym. My breath tickles your ear as you trade shots with me back and forth. “I will earn your respect” I whisper as I send another punch at your side.

<Erin_Scott> I grit my teeth as your fist slams into my ribs again, the sharp sting radiating through my core. But I don’t back down. Your arms are wrapped around me, locking us in this brutal clinch, our bodies pressed together, sweat mixing as we grind against each other in this vicious exchange. My lungs burn, my muscles scream, but I love this. The heat, the pain, the sheer, unrelenting battle of wills it’s everything I crave. Your breath is hot against my ear as you whisper those words, raw with conviction. You will earn my respect? I exhale sharply, my lips curling into a smirk even through the pain. “Then fight for it,” I growl back, my voice low, daring. Without hesitation, I shift my weight and drive my knee into your thigh, just enough to unbalance you for a split second. That’s all I need of successful. I plant my feet and rip a vicious uppercut into your ribs, feeling my knuckles sink deep into the tender spot I’ve been targeting all night. I hear the air escape your lips, a sharp grunt of pain, but I don’t stop. I snake my left arm around the back of your neck, holding you in place just long enough for me to cock back my right fist. Then bam! a brutal short hook smashes into the side of your jaw, knocking your head sideways. I feel your grip on me falter just a little, just enough. With a forceful shove, I push you back, creating space between us. My chest rises and falls rapidly as I glare at you, licking the blood from my bottom lip, a wild grin breaking across my face. “You want my respect?” I taunt, rolling my shoulders, readying myself for your next attack. “Then stop whispering about it and take it.”

<Sean_The_Fighter> I feel you knee strike mine my thigh as I lose balance. You don’t wait long before you fire another uppercut to my rib cage “Aaaagg” I groan as a visible bruise start for form in that area. You grab my head it your left arm before slamming your right glove into my chin hard. I feel my bones rattle as I stumble back.

<Sean_The_Fighter> My head twists back as your glove squashes my chin and lower cheek. Spittle flies splattering on the mat. I start to lose my balance as you shove me away again to reset the bout. I shake my head, you’re testing me, that much is clear…. You want me to earn you respect?! Fine, I’ll take it with force! I get my gloves up again and hop forward, sending a lead left hook toward the right side if your face. I jump forward and get in close and send an uppercut to your chin with some serious force behind it. “UMFF” my uppercut flies toward chin before I send a left hook straight toward your liver. Whether it lands in stay on your, getting into your space again, trying to push your boundaries to the limit.

<Erin_Scott> I see you coming, eyes burning with determination, gloves tight as you launch forward with a lead hook. I brace, absorbing the impact as it crashes into the side of my face, my head jerking slightly. A dull sting spreads across my cheek, but I don’t let it slow me down. I barely have time to reset before bam! your uppercut rips through my chin, snapping my head back with enough force to send a shockwave down my spine. I grunt, tasting copper in my mouth, but my stance holds firm. My vision narrows, locking onto you as you drive a left hook straight toward my liver. A smart move I’ve been punishing your ribs all fight, and now you’re trying to return the favor. But I’m already moving. I twist my torso just enough to roll with the shot, dulling the impact as your glove slams into my side. It still hurts like hell, but I won’t give you the satisfaction of hearing me groan. Instead, I snarl through clenched teeth and step in meeting you head-on. If you want to push my boundaries, then let’s see how far you can take it. With barely an inch of space between us, I Rushed. My forehead crashes forward, slamming into yours in a brutal, calculated headbutt. The shock ripples through my skull, but I know it hits you harder. As you recoil, I fire a tight right hook, hammering into your already bruised ribs like a piston. My knuckles sink deep into the tenderized flesh, and this time, I hear the breath leave your lungs. But I’m not done. (MTC)..

<Erin_Scott> I drive my shoulder into your chest, forcing you back toward the ropes, trapping you where I want you. My gloves fly left hook to the jaw, right uppercut to the stomach, another left straight into your swollen nose. Each shot lands with precision, each strike a message. I lean in, voice low, almost teasing despite the fire in my eyes. “You wanted my respect?” I whisper against your ear, my breath hot against your skin. “Then show me you can take it.” Then, with one final shove, I step back, licking the blood from my lip as I motion for you to come at me again.

<Sean_The_Fighter> My uppercut lands flush on your chin, knowing your head toward the lights. I shoot down for my liver shot but you cleverly twist your body out of it. Landing in a more safe location, I feel you tense up, trying to dull the pain but I know it hurts. I try and throw another body hook with my other hand but your head comes flying toward me with great speed, it smashes into forehead causing me to see stars. As my vision blurs if feel a brutal pain in my ribs that shoot’s up my body. I look down quickly to see your glove dig into my flesh, right in the already bruised area. Air escapes my lunges as I fall back. You push my with your shoulder until I feel the cold ropes on my back. I try and get my goes up by your hands are too fast. I see you light blue glove smashes into my face causing my vision to blur. “Ggggggck” and uppercut of your lands clean on my stomach making my hunch over before your final strike crushes my nose. You push my off you as I almost fall to the mat but use the ropes to catch me. I feel my face throb from the shots I’ve taken and my nose feels quite swollen now. My body is screaming at me to throw the towel but I won’t back down now. I get my gloves up and get ready to accept your challenge.

<Sean_The_Fighter> This time I’m going to push you on the ropes! I jump forward before going low with a cross to your naval that knocks the wind out of your. I fire up with another uppercut with my right hand that makes you stumble back. I charge you pushing your to the ropes. Once there I send a left hook to you cheek, a right hook chin, a left cross cross to your eye before finishing with and overhand with my right, aiming for you nose, hoping to send you to ropes fully!

<Erin_Scott> Your cross slams into my navel, knocking the wind from my lungs in a sharp gasp. I feel my abs contract, my body instinctively curling for a split second before bam! your uppercut crashes into my chin, snapping my head back. My vision flickers as I stumble, my feet catching the canvas just in time to keep me upright. Then, you charge. Your weight crashes into me, forcing me back, the ropes digging into my spine. I grit my teeth, muscles tensing as you unleash hell CRACK! Your left hook whips my cheek sideways. SMACK! A right hook catches my chin, rattling my skull. WHAP! Your left cross slams into my eye, a flash of white sparking in my vision. I exhale sharply, my body absorbing the impact, but I don’t get time to recover before I see your final shot coming an overhand right, aimed straight for my nose. I can’t take that clean. At the last second, I slip to the right, feeling the wind of your punch graze past my face. I twist my torso, using the momentum to explode off the ropes. I drive my forehead into your brow in a savage counter headbutt, feeling the impact rattle through both our skulls. As you instinctively reel from the blow, I step in, my breath ragged, but my intent razor-sharp. BAM! A short, brutal right hook slams into your ribs my knuckles burying into that same bruised flesh. WHUMP! A left uppercut rockets into your solar plexus, my glove digging deep, forcing your breath out in a harsh exhale. THWACK! I twist into a right hook, smashing into your temple with all the force I can muster. (MTC)..

<Erin_Scott> I don’t stop there. I grab your arm, yanking you forward as I drive a knee into your abs, sending a violent shockwave through your core. As you double over, I press my forehead to yours again, my eyes dark with adrenaline, a grin curling my lips despite the blood trickling down them. “You wanted to push me?” I murmur, my voice husky, taunting. “Then push harder.” I shove you back, resetting, gloves up, daring you to come at me again.

<Sean_The_Fighter> I finally land a good combo on you, your head being knocked around as you struggle to stand. I feel you head bob around as your try and get your bearings, you face swelling slightly as it turns a bit red from the blows. I send my overhand toward you but you smartly twist out of the way as my punch sails past your cheek as I hit nothing but air. You bounce off the ropes and send your flying forehead straight into mine. Your fighting like a cornered animal, our instincts to survive in this ring kick into overdrive as we push our boundaries. I visible bruise appears on my forehead as I stumble back, my head swinging as I try and get my bearings. I try and block your upcoming rib shot but my guard is too high and my head is too foggy. “Aaaagggggg!” I croak out as the pain shoot up my body. You go at me with a left uppercut that smashes my stomach, all the air in my lungs exit my mouth as my mouth guard almost falls out of my mouth. I get my guard up as I see your right hook but the force still my guard into my face, twisting it to the side. You yank my arm close to your before driving you knee into my gut. “Ummmmmmph!” I almost collapse to the ground as you cheap shot raddles my guts. You push me back once again, asking for more fight. I stumble for a bit but I come to my senses. No I have to keep fighting, I can’t let you walk all over me like you have for so long. I come at your with a faint with my left hand but switch to my right in a hook to your jaw. I give you a taste of your own medicine as I send my knee toward your thigh to make you stumble back. I pounce on your with another right overhand, this one aimed for your chin, if this lands it will be hard to stay upright with out the ropes help!

<Erin_Scott> Your feint pulls my guard just slightly, and before I can react CRACK! your right hook smashes into my jaw, snapping my head to the side. My teeth grit against my mouthguard, a sharp sting spreading along my cheek as I try to plant my feet. Then THWAP! your knee drives into my thigh, my leg buckling slightly from the impact. A flash of pain shoots up my quad, and I take a sharp inhale through my nose, forcing myself to stand firm. But you’re not done. Your overhand comes barreling down, aimed straight for my chin with bad intentions. I see it just in time there’s no dodging it completely, so I brace. SMASH! Your fist crashes into my chin, my head snapping back as sweat flies from my skin. My vision flickers just for a second but my back hits the ropes, keeping me upright. A deep growl rumbles in my throat. I grin. The ropes give me just enough spring to launch forward, my forehead pressing against yours, our breaths mingling in heated defiance. “Nice shot,” I murmur, my voice thick with adrenaline. “But you’re gonna have to break me if you want me down.” And then I rushed. BAM! A vicious left shovel hook buries into your ribs, my knuckles digging deep into bruised flesh. WHACK! A right uppercut slams into your gut, forcing another grunt from your lungs. THWACK! I pivot, sending a nasty left hook straight to your temple, my glove sinking into the side of your head. I feel the impact rattle through your body, but I don’t let up. I step in, pressing my forearm against your chest, pinning you for just a second as my lips hover near your ear. “Still think you’re pushing me?” I taunt. Then, I twist into a brutal elbow strike, aiming to send your head snapping sideways once more. I shove you off, resetting, my eyes locked onto yours with an undeniable fire. “Come on then,” I beckon with my glove, my stance unwavering. “Let’s see what you’ve really got.”

<Sean_The_Fighter> My overhand finally lands as you head is torqued back violently as you stumble back towards the ropes. It’s the first time you’ve been on you back feet like this. I see you stumble to the ropes. I can’t help but taunt you as you would me. “Ohhhh Erin, that must have hurt didn’t it.” I say with a smirk. All your taunting and seeing you hurt felt good, even if it was short lived. You come at me and place your forehead on mine. I feel your breath on my face as you stare at me defiantly. She’s still in this, somehow she still wants to keep fighting. I have to admit it was a bit scary but I live for this, the trill of competition, I’ve never foughten someone that has as much fire as you before. It’s intoxicating. Before I can even respond back you send a nice shovel hook to my ribs that burns to my core. “Aggggg” and uppercut rips into my stomach as I feel the air leave my lungs. I clutch my gut as pain radiates throughout my body. Bam! A white flash obstructs my vision as you slam you glove into my tremble. My head swims as I stumble, trying not to give you the satifaction seeing me on my ass. I feel your forearm push into my chest. You ask if I’m still pushing you, like you weren’t in the ropes just a bit ago. Bam! Your elbow smashed into my cheek leaving as bruise as I stumble to the fight. I almost fall to the mat but I catch myself with my arms after your cheap shove. I stand up quickly, ready to go at you again. “Oh I live for this honey! Don’t worry, I plan on making you kiss that canvas real soon.” I circle you before I send a left jab and right cross toward your face as I lean in for a shovel punch to you ribs. I fire a right uppercut to your gut, knocking the air out of your lunges before I charge you with a left hook to your cheek. My body crashes into your as I get in close firing left hooks to your sides. I keep my head low to your chest as so you can’t head butt me again. I keep pushing you back, trying to make you fall over or reach the corner.

<Erin_Scott> Your punches land hard and fast, each shot digging into my ribs and gut like you’re trying to carve your name into my flesh. My stomach seizes as your uppercut forces the air from my lungs, and I grunt through clenched teeth, fighting to stay steady. Then CRACK! your left hook smashes into my cheek, whipping my head sideways. My jaw aches, my face throbs, but I refuse to stumble. And you’re not done. You crash into me, your head pressing into my chest, forcing me to backpedal as you hammer my sides with relentless hooks. Each shot burns, but I tighten my core, gritting through it. I feel the ropes creeping closer behind me, but I refuse to let you trap me. I smirk through the pain. “Trying to corner me?” I growl, my breath heavy but my voice laced with amusement. “Cute.” The moment you throw another hook, I Yelled and rushed. I twist my body, letting your punch glance off my ribs as I shove my forearm into your collarbone, creating just enough space BAM! a vicious right uppercut rips into your chin, sending a shockwave through your skull. I hope You jerk back from the force, and I don’t waste a second. WHAP! A left cross snaps into your swollen cheek. THUD! A right shovel hook digs into your ribs, punishing you for trying to bully me back. SMASH! I drive a step-in elbow straight into your sternum, knocking you off balance. I feel your body stagger against mine, your momentum crushed in an instant. My arms coil around you, locking us chest-to-chest in a tight clinch. (MTC)..

<Erin_Scott> My breath fans over your ear as I whisper, voice thick with adrenaline: “You think you can break me?” My lips curl into a grin. “I dare you to try.” Then, I slam my knee into your gut. WHUMP! I feel the impact reverberate through your core, your body twitching against mine. But I don’t let go. WHUMP! Another knee. WHUMP! And another. I shove you off me, watching you stumble as I reset my stance, rolling my shoulders like I’m just getting started. I lick the blood from my split lip, my eyes burning with a wild, unyielding fire. “Come on,” I taunt, raising my gloves. “Let’s see if you can still stand after this round.”

<Sean_The_Fighter> I have you now on the back foot, my shots to your side raddle your sides. I send another shot at your rib cage but you twist you body and my punch awkwardly slips off of you. I feel your forearm crash into my chest as I stumble back slightly. You snake your right uppercut close to my body, my guard is down leaving me open. “Ugggggg” I wince as your uppercut rips into my chin. My head is knocked toward the overhead lights as sweat flies off my face is stumble back. I try and reset but you’re there waiting for me. A left cross hits me clean on the chin knocking my head back, bluring my vision. I get my guard up finally but you go low with a shovel punch that lands on my bruised ribs. I feel your elbow connect with my stomach as my feet almost slip out from other me. I feel your arms wrap around me as you pull me into another tight clinch, our sweaty bodies colliding with one another. I feel your hot breath on my ear and the smell of your perfume and sweat as you pull me into another close. You say something but I try and respond but a nasty knee slams into my stomach. The wind is knocked out of me as you lay in a fee more knees. You finally push me back, resetting me and you, still taunting me for more.

<Sean_The_Fighter> I know the round is coming toward the end, I can’t let your little show go unpunished. I paint heavy as sweat drips down my body. “All right…. Not bad, but I’m still standing, I know how much that pisses you off, I can see it in your eyes” I say with a smirk. “Now it’s time I pay you back for those knees!” I get my guard ready as walk towards you again, knowing that we are about to trade blows once again. I throw a nice cross at your nose before jumping to the left. With my left hand I send a cross that smashes into your left cheek. Still on your left side I send a left hook to your stomach. I follow it up with a left kick aimed for your gut, weather you block it or not my positioning will make it hurt like a bitch. You begin to rotate around but I send a quick right uppercut that should make you see the lights above!

<Erin_Scott> CRACK! Your cross hammers into my nose, snapping my head back for a split second. I barely have time to reset before BAM! your left cross smashes into my cheek, sending a sharp sting through my jaw. I grunt, shifting my stance just in time for your hook to dig into my stomach. My core tightens on instinct, absorbing the impact, but I still feel it. Then comes the kick. WHUMP! Your shin slams into my gut, forcing a grunt from my lips as my body tenses. The impact sends me back a step, but I roll with it, rotating my body just as your uppercut flies up toward my chin. I twist at the last second your punch barely grazes my jaw instead of landing flush. You had me lined up perfectly, but I wasn’t about to give you that satisfaction. I smirk, licking my lips as I reset. Oh, you want to pay me back? Fine. Let’s see if you can handle this. I step in fast too fast for you to react and SLAM my forehead into yours in a savage clash of wills. Your head snaps back, and before you can recover, I Rushed into action. WHAP! A brutal left hook smashes into your liver, my glove digging into the already sore spot. BAM! A right cross hammers your nose, making your head whip back from the impact. THUD! I twist into a nasty oblique kick, my foot driving into your thigh, forcing your leg to buckle slightly. Then, I rush you. I smother your space, locking you down in a tight clinch, my arm snaking behind your head, pulling you into me. Our bodies collide again, sweat mixing as I keep you close, my grip tight like a predator refusing to let its prey escape. My lips brush against your ear as I whisper, my voice a low purr. (MTC)..

<Erin_Scott> "You love this, don’t you?" My breath is hot against your skin. "Getting wrecked like this? Feeling me own your space?" Then WHUMP! a devastating knee buries itself into your stomach. And another. And another. I feel your body twitch with each impact, but I don’t let go. I yank you to the side and hurl you toward the ropes. You stumble into them, catching yourself, barely managing to stay upright. I roll my shoulders, a wicked grin curling my lips as I gesture for you to come at me. “Come on,” I taunt, my voice thick with adrenaline. “Show me that fire again… unless I already put it out.”

<Sean_The_Fighter> My shots knock your head around as you stumble back. I send my uppercut toward your chin but you twist your body and it sails off your chin. I get only a piece of it, not enough for you to feel my full power. You move like a blur as your head comes flying toward me. Bam! It’s slams into my head as it rattles my brain. I stumble back as you come at me with renewed vigor. “Aggggggck” I yelp as your glove slams into my liver. The pain radiates through my body as my knees start to weaken. Damn liver shots are the worse. But I have to get my guard up. Unfortunately I’m much to slow as your right cross sails into my bruised nose causing me to stumble back. I feel your on oblique kick nail my thigh as my legs buckle from the impact. I feel you grab my head with you’re arm as you lips press up to my ear. You ask if I love this. Do I? In some respect I really can’t stand you but you fire is so palpable in ever exchange I can’t help but crave the heat from you. I whisper sends a chill down my back. My face flushes red, not use to being asked a proactive question in the middle of a fight. “I….Aaaaaggg” I get cut off as your knee slams into my stomach over and over again. You whip me around sending me to the ropes as you almost throw me to the ground. I grab the ropes, sweat dripping into my eyes as you taunt me again.

<Sean_The_Fighter> “Oh my fire is far from out!” I retort as I get off the ropes and reset again. I need to focus, and finally put you in your place, but your mind games way heavy on my mind. “Don’t act like you don’t love this ether!” I shout back, surprised that words even come out of my mouth. I go at your with right hook toward your cheek and an uppercut to your gut with my left. I snake my arms around your body as I send a knee straight for your gut that slams into you hard. I keep pushing trying to get you back toward the ropes as i send hooks to your sides. I accidentally step on your foot making me slip up awkwardly. All my weight is sent in your direction as we both fall toward the mat as I land on top of you. I don’t even think I raise my hand up to throw a punch at your nose but suddenly the the bell rings out! Ding Ding… the second round is over as I lay on top of you, my adrenaline starting to come down as we both look at each other.

END OF ROUND TWO.!!

<Erin_Scott> I lay there beneath you, my chest rising and falling in sync with the heavy breaths escaping my lips. Sweat drips from both of us, our bodies still buzzing from the heat of combat. The weight of you pressing down on me whether intentional or just from exhaustion keeps us locked in place for a moment longer than either of us expected. My knuckles twitch, the urge to slam one more shot into your ribs still lingering, but the bell already sealed this round’s fate. I smirk up at you, eyes sharp, daring. “Oh, please,” I scoff, voice husky from exertion. “Like you weren’t just throwing yourself at me back there.” A slow grin tugs at my lips as I see the realization flash in your eyes. You were so focused on trying to break me that you barely noticed how much you were giving yourself away. I shift beneath you, pressing up just slightly so our faces are nearly level. “And yeah,” I breathe, “I do love this.” My fingers grip the canvas, the fight still pulsing through me. “And I can tell you do too.” For a moment, the world outside the ring doesn’t exist just the sound of our ragged breaths, the heat of battle still clinging to our skin. Then, the ref clears their throat. “Get off each other,” they bark. I snort, finally shoving you off with a rough push to your chest. “Saved by the bell,” I tease, rolling to my feet as I wipe the sweat and blood from my face with the back of my glove. “But don’t think for a second that this is over.” I offer you my hand half taunting, half testing. “Now, are you getting up on your own, or do you need my help?” My grin is wicked, my eyes challenging.

<Sean_The_Fighter> I feel Iike an eternity as I lay on top of you. Almost like the whole world just suddenly stopped turning. The bell finally wakes me out of the funk before your finally push me off of you. “Oh right, I was the one saved.” I retort. You get yourself up and offer me a hand in a challenging manor. I don’t take your bait. I don’t respond to you but I just stand up on my own and look you face to face. “I’m glad this isn’t over, cause I’m just getting started Erin.” I tease as I turn away and head to my corner. I sit on my stool and begin to breathe heavy, sweat spilling down my face. I wipe the sweat and blood with my glove as I get ready for the next round. My eyes still burn with fire, wanting to prove to you I’m not some person you can push around anymore. My eyes are locked on you as I watch you get ready, you seem more tired then the last round for sure. Maybe the perfect fighter is starting to have kinks in her armor.

<Erin_Scott> I sit down in my corner, rolling my shoulders as my chest heaves with each breath. My body aches, a slow, satisfying burn from the war we’ve been waging, but my grin hasn’t faded. My tongue flicks out, tasting the faint copper of blood on my lip as I watch you across the ring. You’re breathing hard, wiping sweat and blood from your face, but there’s still that fire in your eyes burning hotter than before. Good. I don’t want you backing down now. I chuckle under my breath as I lean back against the corner, letting my arms drape over the ropes. He thinks he’s found cracks in my armor? Cute. Lifting my glove, I tap my bruised cheek with a smirk. “Starting to think you’ve got me on the ropes, huh?” My voice is teasing, edged with just a hint of something daring. “Careful, sweetheart get too cocky, and you might just end up eating the canvas.” I roll my neck, feeling the tension settle deep in my muscles. The next round is coming, and I already know you’re going to come at me with everything you have. Perfect. I push myself off my stool as the seconds tick down, locking eyes with you from across the ring. My lips curl into a smirk, my body thrumming with anticipation. “Hope you enjoyed your little moment, because now?” I pop my neck, rolling my shoulders forward. “Now, I break you.” The bell rings. Ding Ding. I surge forward.

<Sean_The_Fighter> Don’t get to cocky she says, I know your still very much in this Erin, I just know I’m pushing you to your limits. The bell rings as you promise to break me. “We’ll see about that!” I retort as we both surge forward. I meet you in the center of the ring as we begin to trade blows. The sounds of leather on skin and grunts in pain are the only noises audible as we go to war. I take one of your jabs on my bruised noses making me wince. I fire back with a right hand as your right cheek, a nice hook that should sting a bit. I get in close to you, I fire a left, left, Right jab combo at your lower stomach. I finish off with a left uppercut right to the center of you belly, hoping to remove all the air in your lungs.

<Erin_Scott> Your uppercut slams into my belly, and for a split second, I feel the air rush out of my lungs. Sharp. Precise. Painful. But pain? That’s just fuel. I snarl through gritted teeth, absorbing the impact, and before you can revel in it BOOM! My forehead smashes into yours, rattling both our skulls. You stumble, dazed, and I pounce. A brutal right cross hammers into your jaw, snapping your head to the side. No time to breathe. My left hook rips into your liver, right where that bruise has been growing I feel your body jolt from the shock of it. If your arms instinctively lower, and that’s all I need. A devastating uppercut blasts through your guard, slamming into your chin with enough force to lift you off your heels for a moment. I hope your sweat flies in an arc under the overhead lights. I don’t let you fall. Not yet. I grab the back of your head, pressing my forehead to yours for just a second. My breath is hot, voice a taunting whisper. “That… is how you take someone’s air away.” And then I DRIVE my knee into your gut so hard, hoping that I feel your body fold against me.

<Sean_The_Fighter> I feel your uppercut slam into your belly as you body bends to the blow. You wince as you air leaves your mouth. You react much quicker than I was expecting and land a hard headbutt on my forehead. I feel my vision swim as I stumble backwards. You fire a right cross to the my jaw that makes spew out spittle toward the right. You fire another shot at my already bruised liver. “Aaaagggg” i groan as i feel my body start to shut down from the sensation of a well placed liver shot. You don’t relent. You fire and uppercut to my chin that slams into me, knocking my head upward, sending sweat flying to the overhead lights. I feel my feet practically lift off the ground as I come back down. My knees start to give out as a slowly lower to the mat. Suddenly I feel your arm wrap around my head as you bring me close to you. I can feel the body heat radiating off of you as you pull me close. You pay me back for the stomach blow with a knee to my midsection that causes all the air to squeeze of my lungs. I stumble forward as grapple onto you, holding you close as I try not to fall to the mat. I groan in pain as I feel that distinct coppery taste in my mouth. I fire right hooks at your liver to pay you back. I know I’m screwed if I don’t do something. I take a big gamble and step back before sending a front kick to your stomach. I use it to push you off me and make you stumble back. Resetting us once again.

<Erin_Scott> Your front kick slams into my stomach, making me stumble back a few steps. I grunt, feeling the burn where your foot connected but all you’ve done is buy yourself a few precious seconds. Not nearly enough. I smirk through the pain, wiping sweat from my brow before surging forward like a storm. A savage left hook explodes against your ribs, sinking deep into that bruised side that’s already screaming in pain. Your body jerks from the impact, but I don’t let up. My right cross crashes into your cheek, sending your head snapping sideways. I see the shock in your eyes for just a moment before I twist into a vicious left uppercut that drives into your gut, burying my fist into your core. You gasp, your body folding over my glove as if your ribs are caving in. I lean in close, grabbing your chin, forcing your dazed eyes to lock onto mine. “You think you can break me?” I growl, voice laced with heat, my breath mingling with yours. Then, A brutal right uppercut detonates against your chin, aimed to snapping your head toward the ceiling. Hopefully Your knees buckle. And I step back, watching, waiting to see if you’ll stand or drop.

<Sean_The_Fighter> My front kick slams into your stomach finally giving me some breathing room, but not of long. You go at me as you slam your fist into my bruised ribs. “Aaaaaaaaackkkk” I cry out as you follow your with a right cross to my cheek. My head snaps sideways as causing my vision to swim. My ears ring and it feel like on under water. “Ummmmmpf” I wince as an uppercut slams into my stomach knocking the wind out of me. I feel your gloved hand grab my chin as you pull me close to your face. You fire and uppercut that sends my mouth guard flying in the air before it slams into the mat. I shorty follow as my legs give out and crash into the mat at your feet my head spins as I feel you loom over me. I can’t stop now, I’ve gotten so far…. I have to get up, even if it kills me. I start to push up on the ground. Trying to lift myself up and my arms feel like lead.

<Erin_Scott> I stand over you, chest heaving, watching as you struggle fighting to rise. I see it in your eyes. That defiance. That refusal to stay down. I smirk. Good. But I’m not waiting. As you push up, still dazed, I step forward and BAM! My foot slams into your ribs with a brutal roundhouse kick, rolling you onto your side. The impact echoes through the gym. “You’re stubborn as hell, I’ll give you that,” I taunt, pacing around you like a predator, watching you clutch your ribs, your body screaming in protest. “But you’re not getting up just because you want to.” I step in close too close forcing you to react. The moment you try to stand.. if you try to stand, WHAM! I drive a stiff knee right into your gut, forcing you back to the mat with a gasp. But still you fight. Still you try. And I love it. I grab your arm, yanking you up roughly, your legs wobbling beneath you. The second you’re upright, I twist into a ferocious right hook, aimed square at your jaw. If this lands? You’re either hitting the ropes… or the canvas.

<Sean_The_Fighter> I try and push up to stand myself up as I get to my knees. You send a roundhouse kick to my side that makes me wince and collapse down on the mat. I force myself up again before you drive your knee into my stomach. “Aggggggg” I wince as fall back down to the mat breathless. I push up on the mat again, this time you grab my arm and yank me up to my feet. You smirk as your land a major right hook that hits me square in the jaw that knocks my head to the right. I fly back this almost stumbling to the ground but I reach out and grab the ropes, using them for support. I feel my vision swim, pain completely overwhelming my body as I feel the damage you have caused on it. I start to chuckle then laugh loudly, realizing something. “Oh Erin, you hate that I don’t quit don’t you?! You say you will break me but I’m still standing, despite everything. Despite all your cheating I’m still here. That just eats you up inside doesn’t it.” I stumble to my feet and get my fist up, my body swaying like a drunken sailor. “You’ll never break me no matter how hard you try!” I shout out, despite my injured state I still stand before you. Refusing to back down.

<Erin_Scott> I exhale sharply, watching you sway like you’re barely holding it together yet still standing. Still taunting me. You laugh in my face, mocking the punishment I’ve put you through. That fire in your eyes? Still there. And damn if it doesn’t fuel something in me. My smirk vanishes. My eyes narrow. “You think this is about breaking you?” I step forward, my presence towering over you. “If I wanted you broken, you’d already be on your back, staring at the damn lights.” I lunge. A stiff left cross crashes against your jaw, snapping your head sideways. A brutal right hook buries into your liver so deep it might just shut your whole body down. “You don’t get it,” I growl, watching you struggle to keep your feet. I grab your head, pulling you in close, forehead pressed against yours, making sure you hear me. “I don’t want to break you,” I whisper, voice dripping with intensity. “I want to see just how much you can take.” And then I send a monstrous uppercut screaming into your chin, aiming to rip whatever resolve you have left straight out of you.

<Sean_The_Fighter> I feel your left cross slam into my face causing me to stumble backward. I feel you slam your glove into my side as I feel my body practically firing at me to throw in the towel. But I don’t give. You pull me in close once with as you whisper to me. You want to see how much I can take. Well fine, let’s see it how much you can give. You fire an uppercut the launches be back toward to ropes as I stumble to the corner. Now firmly trapped in. I look at the time, the minutes when the coach comes back to the room is at hand. I just need to survive till the. I get my guard up and prepare myself for your incoming beating. “Come on then Erin, what are you waiting for for.” I motion for you to come get me.

<Erin_Scott> I see it in your eyes you’re daring me. Bruised, battered, yet still standing, still running your mouth. I could end this. I should end this. But you want to see how much I can give? Fine. Let’s find out. I roll my shoulders back, exhaling slow, before rushing in. A savage left hook thunders into your ribs, rattling your insides. A right uppercut hammers your solar plexus, cutting deep, stealing your air. I don’t stop. I don’t let you breathe. I drive another hook into your body, this one meant to crush whatever willpower you have left. And then one last gift. I clinch you tight, pressing you into the corner, my lips by your ear. “You wanted this, right?” I whisper, voice heavy with fire. Then A brutal knee smashes into your stomach, the force lifting you off the canvas. I release you, watching as your legs threaten to buckle, as your breath struggles to return. I step back, my fists still raised, watching, waiting. “Still standing?” I smirk, breath heavy. “Then let’s keep going.”

<Sean_The_Fighter> I see it in your eyes, you can’t back down from the challenge. I smirk as you come at me once again. You fire another left hook into my ribs that makes my cry out in pain. A right uppercut my solar plexus. My airways close up as I start to gasp for air. You fire another left hook into my stomach my midsection as I begin I use the ropes to keep me still standing. You wrap your arms around me as you pull me close again. “You wanted this right?” You ask before sending a knee to my stomach. I feel the wind rush out of me again I lay dangling on the ropes. I look up at, my body a canvas of bruises but I don’t back down. “B-bring it!” I taunt. I just need to last another minute….. I get my guard up again as I prepare for your to come at me once more.

<Erin_Scott> I stare at you for a second, watching you struggle for breath, barely holding yourself up on those ropes. And yet you’re still taunting me. Fine. You asked for it. I surge forward, my right hook slamming into your cheek, twisting your head violently to the side. Before your body can even react, my left rams into your ribs again, punishing the damage already there. You groan, but I don’t let up. I grab your wrist, yank you off the ropes, and pull you straight into a brutal knee to your gut. I feel your body fold against me, the breath crushed from your lungs. But I don’t let you drop. I cup your chin, forcing you to look at me through those hazy, pain-filled eyes. "Still standing?" I smirk, before firing a vicious right uppercut to your jaw. Your head snaps back as you stumble dangerously, your legs turning to jelly. I step back, rolling my shoulders as I watch you try to stay upright. "Clock’s ticking," I taunt, cracking my knuckles. "You gonna last, or am I putting you down right now?"

<Sean_The_Fighter> I can’t barely defend myself as you land a nice right hook that lands on my right cheek. Spittle mixed with blood flys out of my mouth as I groan in pain. Your left finds my ribs again with a sickening snap. “AGGggggck!” I cry out at you send another uppercut to my face that knocks my head to the ceiling that cause spittle to fly out of my mouth. I try desperately to stay upright as my knees weaken. I look up at the clock as it ticks away. Twenty seconds, I can last that. “Come on Erin!” I yell out. “I thought you were some hotshot but you hit like you toe pillows for hands!” I taunt as I get ready. Desperate to survive till the coach comes.

<Erin_Scott> I narrow my eyes at you. Even now barely standing, barely breathing you’re still taunting me? Fine. You wanna run your mouth? I’ll shut it for you. I launch forward, a devastating left hook whipping across your jaw, rattling your skull. Your body lurches to the side, but I’m already there My right cross crashes into your already bruised ribs, sinking deep into your body like a sledgehammer. I hear the sharp gasp rip from your throat. You start to buckle so I grab your shoulders, forcing you up just to blast you with a monstrous uppercut straight to your chin. Your head SNAPS BACK, mouthguard barely holding in place as spit and sweat spray into the air. You’re staggering, wobbling but I don’t let you fall. Not yet. I press my forehead against yours, gripping the back of your head, my breath hot against your battered face. "You talk too much," I murmur, before pulling you in and slamming my knee deep into your stomach. Your body folds, your legs practically giving out beneath you. I step back, hands on my hips, watching you struggle. Watching the seconds tick away. "You still standing, tough guy?" I smirk, waiting to see if you’ll even make it to the bell.

<Sean_The_Fighter> I can see your blood practically boil as I taunt you again. I prepare myself. Knowing you’re going to really let me have it. You fire a left hook that slams into my face nocking blood of my mouth. My Body comically drapes over the side of the present as I struggle to keep standing. You fire and uppercut sending spit flying, glistening in the lights above. I feel my feet come out from under me but I keep my arms wrapped around the ropes. “Y-yea” I mutter out but the fight is starting to drain on me. You put your fist out ready to strike me again but suddenly the bell rings followed by the door opening. One of the coaches comes waltzing in, he asks “woah! What the hell is happening here!” He shouts out seeing us both battered and bruised.

<Erin_Scott> I freeze, my fist inches from your face, my breathing ragged. Damn it. The bell saved you. I step back, rolling my shoulders as the coach storms in, his eyes darting between us. Sweat-drenched, blood-streaked, barely standing. “What the hell is happening here?” he demands. I let out a slow exhale, smirking as I wipe the blood from my lip with the back of my glove. “Just a little... friendly sparring,” I say, my voice hoarse but dripping with amusement. The coach’s eyes narrow. He looks at you a mess, barely upright then back at me. I cross my arms, tilting my head. “Don’t look at me like that, Coach. He wanted this.” I glance over at you, catching your exhausted but defiant gaze. Still standing. Barely. I smirk. “And honestly? He’s tougher than I thought.”

<Sean_The_Fighter> I spit out some blood as I finally hear the coaches sweet voice. “Yea I’m…..f-fine….just f-fine ahhh” I grumble. The coach isn’t totally buying our bullshit but he finally relents. “Go clean yourselves up, you both look like you went through a hurricane and some how miraculously survived.” The coach walks away into the hall way as he waits for us to finally exit the boxing ring. “Ahhh…. Well… looks like I taught you a thing or two after all huh Erin” say with a cheeky smirk. I put out my hand after I remove the glove. The wraps stained with blood from my knuckles.

<Erin_Scott> I look down at your outstretched hand, your blood-streaked wraps trembling just slightly. Cocky even now. A slow smirk spreads across my lips as I reach out, gripping your hand tight not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who really did the teaching here. “Oh yeah,” I purr, stepping in just a little closer. “I learned that you can take a beating and still run your mouth. Impressive.” I let go, rolling my shoulders, every muscle screaming in protest. “But don’t get it twisted.” I tap my knuckles against your chest. “Next time? I’m not stopping till you’re down for good.” With that, I turn, grabbing my towel and heading toward the locker room, grinning the whole damn way.

<Sean_The_Fighter> I smirk as I watch you leave. Knowing I proved my point. I know you won’t let this go, it’s not in your nature but you know I’m the real deal. To fight me, is to push yourself to your limits. I know you would hate to admit it, but I impressed you. No way you will let this go, not by a long shot. You won’t let me remain unbroken. You made a promise and it pains you to not follow through. I guess you can say I both won and lost the fight. Lost if the judges were scoring but won because I proved I’m not some push over. I know I will have to prepare myself for the next time we face off. I’ll be ready Erin, next time, I beat you fair and square and finally prove my worth. Till then I should try and clean myself up. I head to the locker room battered and bruised, but my head held high.

THE END.!!

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