Women’s Martial Arts Championship

Fighting_with_Caroline: !set body 45
@Fighting_with_Caroline's BODY is set to 45 / 45

Fighting_with_Caroline: !set head 35
@Fighting_with_Caroline's HEAD is set to 35 / 35

Pink_Claire: !set body 45
@Pink_Claire's BODY is set to 45 / 45

Pink_Claire: !set head 35
@Pink_Claire's HEAD is set to 35 / 35

Fighting_with_Caroline: Your call on the flip!

Pink_Claire: I choose tails!

Fighting_with_Caroline: !flip
Flip the coin.... heads!

Fighting_with_Caroline: Unlucky! I'll write the intro post then... good luck!

Pink_Claire: Good luck for you too *bows*

Fighting_with_Caroline: I've spent the past few days licking my wounds... my fight with Jazzy went poorly... but I defeated her eventually. That experience gave me a lot more focus... and I'm gonna let it all out on you! Both of us had to win to get to this point, the fights will only get harder and harder for me, but I know deep down that I'm up for the challenge. I don't spend too long in my locker room, I'm in my home gym once again... my seeding giving me home advantage in Boston as you make the journey instead, I'll take every tiny advantage I can get. I step out into the ring room in my usual attire... though, I've changed my white top, wearing a new one now after my prior one was stained with blood from a hard fight. Otherwise, my black trunks, and my black and white gloves still complete my look. This ring is soaked with sweat and blood now, my bare feet gliding across it as I await your arrival... bouncing on my toes as I start to shadowbox...

Pink_Claire: My plan was simple. Caroline had a fight with Jazzy and barely beat her. I wanted to fight with Jazzy also. If I were to beat her, it would show that I'm at least as good as Caroline. But I lost that match, got brutally bruised, and don't really know if I recovered enough. Caroline is still undefeated, and I, still feeling Jazzy's fists on my skin, am definitely an underdog. And as the fight will be in Boston, I even can't see myself as a lion. But it doesn't mean that I will not do everything to put Caroline down. In my black top and trunks I get from the locker room, I slide between the ropes inside the ring. I stretch my arms and jump on the balls of my feet. I'm confident, but I don't have any idea what will happen here in a few minutes.

Fighting_with_Caroline: I look you over as you approach the ring... you're tough, but I know how you've fared in your other matches. None of that matters now though, you're good enough to be here, and that's the only thing that matters to me. I step forwards to indicate my readiness, while asking "Ready?" upon your response, the bell would ring, and we would be underway! *DING DING* I reach my right glove out, an offer to touch gloves before we get to all the punching! After that, I start to circle you, moving to my right initially as I let the early match tension leave my body with a deep exhale. Once we're in range, I look for an opening... I need to remember to use my legs more, I'm not limited to just my fists, but I let Jazzy limit me... I won't make that mistake with you! Though, I do start with a faster jab, hoping to catch you sleeping and knock you right in the nose with my left fist! Upon throwing my jab, I would regain my balance and throw a front kick forwards, hoping to slam the sole of my bare foot right along your waistline to knock the air out of you early!

Fighting_with_Caroline: !quick head
My quick move connected and did ☒ 1 + ☒ 1 = 2 damage. HEAD down to 33.

Fighting_with_Caroline: !kick body
My kick connected and did ⚃ 4 + ⚄ 5 = 9 damage. BODY down to 36.

Pink_Claire: You get closer to the center of the ring and pull your fist to your side. I pull mine, bringing you respect. I'm much shorter and lighter; it does not scare me, but I should think about that enough not to be squashed. Right after bumping fists, we start circling each other. I'm aware and try not to push too fast, jumping right into the battle. And by that, I lend you the initiative. Your fist flies into my face. I try to dodge back, but it still touches me well. Right after that you send a kick right in my small abs, throwing me back, almost making me fly. I quickly get myself together and, with a scream, charge at you. I try to feint, swinging with the right punch to your head, but instantly jump left with the left hook aimed at your liver and add the right straight above your navel.

Pink_Claire: !punch body
My punch connected and did ⚂ 3 + ⚁ 2 = 5 damage. BODY down to 40.

Pink_Claire: !punch body
My punch connected and did ⚄ 5 + ⚂ 3 = 8 damage. BODY down to 32.

Fighting_with_Caroline: I almost grew a smile on my face as I saw your small form fly backwards... but you came back even faster, screaming out like a gladiator as you recklessly rush in! I can see your punch coming towards my head from a mile away... but as I move to dodge it... I feel your fist slam into my body! "Nghhh!" i grunt, your shot missed my liver, but it hurt anyways... and it set you up perfectly for that follow up right, which really knocked the wind out of me! "Hunnngggghh!" I groveled, holding my body as I back away from my much smaller opponent... lesson learned, you're crafty! I have to make use of the range advantage I have on you... a shootout will only result in your victory! I try to keep you at range with a quick push kick, trying to once again plant the sole of my right foot into your abs, though slower this time as I was really just trying to set you up... hoping that'd keep you still long enough to launch. a big left side kick into your ribs!

Fighting_with_Caroline: !quick body
My quick move connected and did ☒ 3 + ☒ 2 = 5 damage. BODY down to 31.

Fighting_with_Caroline: !kick body
My kick connected and did ⚂ 3 + ⚃ 4 = 7 damage. BODY down to 24.

Pink_Claire: My fists land on your body, making me even prouder of myself. But I know that we will not be counting points, and my punches aren't heavy enough to beat the shit out of you completely. You strike back very quickly, pushing me a safe distance. Safe for you, but very dangerous for me, as you can use your longer legs effectively on it. You're not done with me yet, and your following sidekick throws me to the canvas. I lose my balance and fall to the side. I slam my fists on the canvas, screaming angrily, and quickly get back on my feet, instantly charging to you. Again I jump from side to side, trying to obstruct your aiming and get close enough. I raise my left leg, sending my foot to your chest as I understand that I can't reach your chin with that. Right after that I turn myself around, sending my right heel to the lower part of your abs.

Pink_Claire: !kick body
My kick connected and did ⚄ 5 + ⚂ 3 = 8 damage. BODY down to 24.

Pink_Claire: !kick body
My kick connected and did ⚀ 1 + ⚁ 2 = 3 damage. BODY down to 21.

Fighting_with_Caroline: I land with enough force to put you to the canvas... but it only seems to piss you off! I'm able to throw you around quite easily... but actually hurting you seems to be a whole other matter! You rush towards me again, moving around too quickly for me to get a strike in as I try to remain mobile... but I fail to see your nearly flying left foot before it's too late... and it crashes into my sternum! "Ngghhhh!" I groan loudly, knocked back a few steps as you take the pole position in the ring, and get another kick in quickly! "Mnhh..." I grunt out, weakly struck at distance as I take a few heaving breaths, not falling to the canvas like you had, but finding myself struggling badly now, my movements slowed by the repeated landing of your foot along my body! I think about retreating for a bit... but I can't let you smother me with strikes now, your energy surpassing mine... so I try to quickly push you back again, raising my left foot this time in the hope to send it crashing into your chest with a quick push kick!

Fighting_with_Caroline: !quick body
My quick move failed.

Pink_Claire: I see you are grunting from my kicks, trying to understand your condition. Adrenaline flux comes through my body, but it can't last long. If I had fur, it would be totally bristly. I charge at you, trying to use that burst of energy before my body remembers the last beating. You raise your leg, trying to push me back, and I make a step to the side and forward, pushing your leg away from me and raising mine with a kick to the inner side of your thigh. After that I get a little closer and send the punch to the side of your body, under your ribs. "Heeeya!"

Pink_Claire: !kick body
My kick connected and did ⚅ 6 + ⚅ 6 = 12 damage. BODY down to 9.

Pink_Claire: !punch body
My punch missed.

Fighting_with_Caroline: My effort to keep you at bay fails me... and I'm left with a ball of energy coming right towards me, my body totally defenseless... especially my still partially out left leg, which can't quite find its place back at home before.... "Anghhhhh!" I scream in agony, my gloves dropping to my thigh as I fall backwards, crashing into the canvas in immense pain! I'm struggling to move now, pratically crawling backwards as your punch goes wildly over me... but I'm in real bad shape. I use my gloves to push into the canvas, hobbling on my injured left leg as I try to use my right for support, pressing on through heavy breaths, the world practically crashing around me... I have to try to push you back, this time using my tried and true right jab aimed at your sternum, in the prayers that I can at least buy a window to slow you down!

Fighting_with_Caroline: !quick body
My quick move connected and did ☒ 3 + ☒ 1 = 4 damage. BODY down to 20.

Pink_Claire: My kick makes you fall on the canvas. I'm standing above you, breathing heavily, and clearly seeing the pain on your face. But that also couldn't stop you. I hope that pause didn't mean that my powers are gone... But you are already rising. You seem pretty confident, but also I see that you are trying not to put all of the weight on your injured leg. I get easily; that is much too far to think that I have an upper hand, as you send your jab, throwing me back and making me catch my balance. I take a deep breath and again get closer to you, trying to send a roundhouse kick under your ribs.

Pink_Claire: !kick body
My kick missed.

Fighting_with_Caroline: I’m staggering, but I’m alive… and I’m gonna make you regret letting me back up! My jab for distance does its work, and I’m given just the extra second I need to get my guard set again! I lower my arms as I see you preparing a kick… and successfully cover up, avoiding catastrophe as the bridge of your foot slams into my lowered forearm with force… force that would’ve seriously hurt had it made critical contact! “Hnnnn…” I groan out, but stay on my feet, hobbling backwards as I keep my guard up, my eyes on your form as my panting breaths slowly even out ever so slightly…

Fighting_with_Caroline: !recover
You recover ⚂ 3 + ⚁ 2 = 5 damage. BODY up to 14.

Pink_Claire: I see that you are looking not so good already, but I'm also not in the best shape. You get back, trying to recover, and I think that it's a good idea since I'm not feeling too good myself, either. I take a few steps back from you, still getting my guard up, but leaning on the ropes. I wish to keep myself together, as I need all that I can get to bring you down

Pink_Claire: !recover
You recover ⚀ 1 + ⚁ 2 = 3 damage. BODY up to 23.

Fighting_with_Caroline: We both spend a few seconds watching each other from afar… it’s clear we’re both a bit tired now, both of us breathing hard, both guarded… the lack of rounds in these matches can be brutal… we barely even have time on the ground if we do get knocked down. I see you leaning in the ropes, and that gives me a slight bit more confidence, knowing that you’re also exhausted… I can do this… I just need to focus up. Begrudgingly, I try to close the distance between us fast. We’re in an unorthodox situation right now, and I want to try to capitalize before you become that ball of energy you were early on again… with my teeth grit from the pain, I come closer and throw a right jab for your solar plexus! Another classic of mine I’ve used to exhaust my opponents before… I just need to keep up the pressure here…

Fighting_with_Caroline: !quick
My quick move failed.

Pink_Claire: I feel myself a little better, but not really too good. You start moving in my direction, and I understand that the timeout has ended. You run over the ring very fast, almost in a few steps, getting in punch distance... I only managed to raise my guard up. Your arm is stretching in my direction; I see it like in slow motion and try to dodge to the side. Your fist slides my skin, but my body is not got hit, and I watch for a chance to fight back. I exhale, trying to make my punch stronger and send a straight punch to your abs, adding it with just the second one, trying to get through your firm muscles and hit your gut to bring damage.

Pink_Claire: !punch body
My punch connected and did ⚅ 6 + ⚂ 3 = 9 damage. BODY down to 5.

Pink_Claire: !punch body
My punch missed.

Fighting_with_Caroline: I move in as fast as I can… but it’s not fast enough! You’re able to raise your guard in time… my jab was too slow… and I left myself too open in the process, sweat bouncing from my body as your fist buried itself harshly within my abs, leaving a harsh red mark behind as I bent forwards at the hip! “Guhhhhnn!” I gasp out, spit flying to the canvas as I heave for air… in my desperation to escape, I manage to avoid your second hit, but every step pains me here… both in my injured left leg, and my breathless gut… I’ve taken a true pounding in my own ring! I have no choice but to retreat, backing away and trying to turtle up… the tournament rapidly slipping through my gloved fingers!

Fighting_with_Caroline: !recover
You recover ⚅ 6 + ⚁ 2 = 8 damage. BODY up to 13.

Pink_Claire: "No, you are not going anywhere!" What's happening? Do I catch you unprepared? You beat a bigger and stronger girl than me, and now it's me who is chasing you, trying not to let you recover. I try to gather my strength, as I'm already tired, because now I feel that I've got the chance to bring you down. I start circling around you, trying to find a vulnerable spot to hit. I try to go around you and send a punch to your kidney. I try to go from the other side and catch you with the straight to your navel, stinging you as soon as I see an opportunity. But actually, I only hope to send you to the canvas.

Pink_Claire: !punch body
My punch connected and did ⚃ 4 + ⚅ 6 = 10 damage. BODY down to 3.

Pink_Claire: !punch body
My punch connected and did ⚀ 1 + ⚄ 5 = 6 damage. BODY down to -3.

Fighting_with_Caroline: I’m still reeling in retreat… and you taunt me! In my own ring! But there’s nothing I can do about it… I try to keep my guard fast and loose, but I quickly find myself cornered as you walk all around me with serious confidence. I’m trying to get ready for what’s coming, but I’m simply not, and that becomes crystal clear when I leave my kidney open for just long enough… and you cruelly, decisively strike me! “Annnhhhhh!” I moan out, a moan of total and utter submission as I move my gloves down to tend to my wound… only this time I have nowhere to retreat to! My body is in a state of shock as well, barely even able to keep me on my increasingly shaky legs as I look up at you… your barely touched face staring daggers back at me… I can only imagine how pathetic I must look… but you don’t care, only seeing me as an obstacle… which is very fair. Most of my body is open for the taking… and you choose yet another straight into that bruised navel, skewering my gut with your glove for the last time as I give you one last desperate groan of pain… “Nghhh!” Before I fall to my knees before you… and then onto my face, landing between your legs as I hold my gut… the worst part is that my head is totally clear… but my body feels like it’s been hit by a truck! Sweat drips off of my beaten form as I start to cry from the pain, openly weeping into the canvas as my body becomes completely unable to move from the pain as I did everything I could just to control my bodily functions… much less actually get back up. I’ve been defeated, soundly, in my own gym, by the smaller woman who stands over me in victory.

Pink_Claire: I must admit, I've never truly believed in my chances against you. You > Jazzy > Me; it's simple math to assume who the winner should be. And now you took my punches and fell on your knees in front of me. I look into your eyes and raise my fist to hit you as soon as you get back on your feet, but you fall face-first on the canvas. Which means... I won! I jump a few times and fall on my knees, hammering the canvas with my fist. Shit, I've really done that! And I wish to take something as the memory of this historical match. I go around you with a cunning grin on my face and grab your trunks, pulling them down. That could be a nice souvenir, even if it's too big for me. Hm... I go around you again and pull up your top also. Two souvenirs are better. I grab your hair and lightly pull you up onto your knees. "Don't mind me being too sentimental, but I'll take that to Moscow's dojo; it's time to make trophies together." I lean closer to you and kiss you, as you have earned my respect.

Pink_Claire:

Fighting_with_Caroline: I don't have any recourse to your stripping of me, all but my gloves ripped from my beaten body as you stripped me naked! Walking around me like a predator around her fresh kill... which of course, I was! I try to contain my sobbing, sniffling a bit as I remain face down on the canvas, trying to hide despite the fact that there was literally nothing protecting me from you anymore! I feel as you grip my hair, and I know I have no choice but to give in to you, pulled up to my knees somewhat forcefully... though my submission helped, moving my head towards your hand so it didn't become too taught. I was gasping for air on my knees before you now, my bare boobs bouncing up and down as I held my gut tight with my fists, still seriously struggling here as you leaned down and kissed me! I was somewhat taken aback, especially since I hadn't really been listening to whatever it is you said to me, my tear filled eyes looking up to you pathetically as my sobs stopped for a few, confused seconds...

Pink_Claire: "By the way, you look very cute, whimpering on the canvas" I get down to my knees in front of you, gently stroking your beaten body, from your heavily bruised thigh — that kick almost determine the outcome of the match — to your broken abs, covered with your fists, and then higher, to your bare breast, slightly tickling your nipple, trough the clavicle to your neck. I grab it with my hand, and lightly pull you closer to kiss you again "I want you to promise me that this look would be my exclusive". But I don't know if you even heard me. I get back on my feet and walk to the locker room before the long flight back

Fighting_with_Caroline: To my dismay you aren’t done with me yet… taunting me further as I just stare at you… my feelings still getting the better of me as my victor kneels down on my level, softly running your fingers along my beaten body, sensitive areas that make me flinch on occasion before you bring your hand up to my bare nipple, giving it a tickle that again causes me to flinch and shake a bit, before you move all the way up and pull me in for one more kiss! As you start to leave you ask me to promise that only you would get to see me like this… and while I’m not gonna verbalize that for you right now, I do hope it’s true… this defeat in my own home gym was a humiliation. I cannot let myself be stripped bare like this again… I remain on my knees, the waterworks starting up again once you left the ring, wallowing in my own pathetic defeat…