3. Kyra Santoro vs. Esti Ginzburg

3. Kyra Santoro vs. Esti Ginzburg Oct 12, 2024 19:03:00 GMT -6 girlsfriday and Lookout! Boxing like this

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Post by caspian on Oct 12, 2024 19:03:00 GMT -6

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3. Kyra Santoro vs. Esti Ginzburg

Kyra:
(30, 5’7, 118, 52:21 FCBA, VIXENs)

Esti:
(34, 5’8, 0:3 FCBA, Free Agent)

BEFORE:

Up next, the beach is abuzz with excitement as Kyra Santoro and Esti Ginzburg prepare to face off. We’re back at the makeshift arena, framed by the shimmering water and soft sand, is packed with spectators eager for the next match.

As the fighters make their entrances, the crowd’s cheers echo across the beach. Kyra strides confidently down the sandy aisle, her dark hair loose over her shoulders. She’s dressed in a dark blue bikini with white trim, the fabric hugging her toned, athletic frame. Her face is set in a determined expression, her eyes locked on the ring ahead as she visualizes her strategy.

“Esti’s got no chance against me,” Kyra declares to the waiting cameras, a fierce smile crossing her face. “She’s been out of the game for too long. I’m going to make sure she remembers what it’s like to get KO’d in the ring. I’m leaving blondie sprawled on this sand, looking up at the stars.”

Ginzburg, meanwhile, makes her entrance with equal confidence, her tall frame commanding attention. The blonde model is clad in a vibrant red bikini that contrasts sharply with her fair skin and golden hair. She throws a few shadow punches as she approaches the ring, a playful smile on her lips as she eyes her opponent.

“Kyra talks a big game, but she’s never faced someone like me,” Esti responds, her voice dripping with confidence. “I’m going to teach her a lesson tonight. When I’m done, she’ll be the one lying flat on this beach, wondering what hit her.”

The fighters step into the ring, the soft sand beneath their feet shifting slightly. They approach the center, staring down, each trying to intimidate the other. The contrast between them is striking—Esti’s height and reach advantage against Kyra’s powerful, compact build. The tension rises as they press closer, their eyes locked, refusing to back down.

Kyra leans in, her voice a low, mocking whisper. “I hope you’re ready. I’m going to enjoy knocking that pretty head of yours around.”

Esti smirks, her hands on her hips as she stares down at the brunette. “Keep dreaming, Kyra. Let’s see how long you last.”

With a final shove of their chests, the referee steps between them, ordering both fighters back to their corners. The bell is about to ring, and the atmosphere is electric with anticipation.

Both women bounce lightly on their feet, making last-minute adjustments to their gloves, their eyes never leaving each other. Kyra’s corner shouts last-minute instructions, reminding her to use her speed and agility to get inside her opponent’s reach. Esti’s team, meanwhile, emphasizes her height and reach, urging her to keep Kyra at bay and wear her down.

As the referee signals for the bell, both fighters settle into their stances, promising a brutal, no-holds-barred contest. There’s the ring of the opening bell, and HERE WE GO with ten rounds of Lightweight action!

ROUND 1:

Both fighters surge forward, Ginzburg immediately looking to assert her height and reach advantage by launching powerful jabs and straights from a distance. Kyra, however, shows no signs of intimidation, slipping and weaving past her telegraphed shots with ease. The brunette keeps her gloves high, her eyes locked on the blonde's movements, waiting for the right moment to strike. SWISH! SWISH! Esti throws a couple of hefty hooks aimed at the head, but the experienced brunette ducks and steps to the side, retaliating with a lightning-fast left hook to blonde’s ribs—WHAP!—followed by a sharp right cross to her cheek. SMACK! Esti’s head snaps back, and she stumbles slightly, her feet shifting in the sand.

Kyra presses in, darting in and out of her range, landing another punishing right to the blonde’s midsection to the side. THUD! Esti grunts, her body doubling slightly as she instinctively lowers her guard. And the Vixen doesn’t miss a beat, targeting her exposed chin with a crisp uppercut that sends her further reeling back. CRACK! “Come on! That all you got?” Kyra taunts, a smirk on her lips as she bounces lightly on her toes, clearly in control of the pace. Esti, visibly frustrated, attempts to regain her footing and fires back with a wild overhand right, but Kyra is already a step ahead, pivoting gracefully and letting the punch sail harmlessly past her shoulder. Before she can reset, she steps in and drills another powerful right hook to the blonde’s body—WHUMP!—the impact reverberating through Esti’s frame.

The crowd cheers as Kyra’s dominance becomes clear, with Esti struggling to keep up, finding herself on the defensive, backing up under the pressure. Kyra stays composed, working her way in close with precise jabs, each punch snapping the blonde’s head back, then following up with heavy shots to her sides and stomach—WHAP! WHUMP! SMACK!—each one leaving her gritting her teeth in pain. By the final minute, Esti’s attempts to turn the tide are met with more counters, her movements becoming more sluggish and predictable. She throws a desperate straight cross, but Kyra slips under it, coming up with a brutal uppercut to the chin that sends the blonde staggering back to the ropes. CRACK! “Got ya!” Kyra growls, stepping in close and unleashing a final rapid combination—PAK! PAK! PAK!—punches landing clean all over Esti’s body and ribs, with the blonde gasping and groaning as she’s forced to cover up, trapped and unable to respond effectively.

Then, the bell rings, and Esti is left sagging against the ropes, breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed from the punishment she’s taken. Kyra steps back, a confident smile on her face as she raises her gloves in a small victory gesture. The round clearly belongs to her, and the crowd roars its approval. After staggering back, Esti’s corner rushes to her aid, frantically giving instructions as they try to revive their fighter’s spirits. Meanwhile, Kyra’s team is all smiles, praising their fighter’s performance and reminding her to keep up the pressure.

ROUND 2:

Esti comes out of her corner, her eyes narrowed as she focuses on her foe. The blonde wastes no time, stepping forward aggressively and throwing a sharp jab aimed at the brunette’s face. Kyra deflects it with ease, but Esti quickly follows up with a powerful straight right swerved low to the body—THUD!—forcing a grunt from the brunette as the glove sinks into her stomach. Ginzburg keeps coming, snapping out a series of rapid jabs—PIK! PAK! PIK!—forcing Kyra onto the back foot. Santoro tries to circle away, but her opponent’s long reach keeps her at bay, each punch finding its mark on her gloves and shoulders, keeping the Vixen occupied and unable to counter effectively.

Kyra, however, remains composed, her eyes darting for an opening. She slips under another wild hook from Esti, then steps in close and SLAMS a heavy right hook to the blonde’s body—WHAP! Esti winces and jolts, but quickly recovers, using her weight to barrel into Kyra and push her back, the two beauties briefly locked in a clinch as they struggle for control. The referee steps in to separate them, and as soon as he does, Esti fires off a stiff left hook that catches Kyra on the temple—SMACK!—the brunette’s head snapping to the side.

“Gotcha!” Esti sneers, before following up with a straight right that again crunches into Santoro’s midsection, forcing a grunt, with her body bending slightly from the impact. Suddenly, Santoro is on the defensive, with the taller blonde, stepping in and driving more sharp hooks into either side of her ribs, before a right uppercut blazes in through the middle and grazes her chin. WHAP! PAK! Kyra’s head jerks up, her eyes widening as she stumbles back, her opponent’s aggressive assault catching her off guard. Santoro tries to fire back with a jab, but Esti slips under it and this time, drives a crushing right hook into the brunette’s side—WHUMP!—Kyra gasping, her body lurching as she’s forced to take another step back. The crowd roars as Esti keeps up the pressure, her punches coming in faster, each one digging into Kyra’s defenses, making her grunt and wince with each impact.

But Kyra’s far from out of this fight. In the final minute, she finds her rhythm, ducking under a wide hook from Esti, before stepping in and forcing a vicious uppercut into the blonde’s body—WHUDD!—the blow LIFTING her slightly off her feet! OOUFFF! Ginzburg gasps, her eyes widening in shock as she stumbles back, but quickly covers up, her guard tight as she tries to weather the storm. Final minute on the clock and Kyra moves in, firing off a quick combo of jabs and hooks her head and body—PAK! PAK! WHAP!—but the blonde stands firm, her arms absorbing most of the damage. As the round draws to a close, Esti herself rallies, driving a powerful straight right under the arms and into Kyra’s abs—THUD!—the brunette’s breath hitching as the glove compresses her ab wall, and she’s forced back, her legs trembling slightly from the impact.

Finally -- DING! DING! The bell rings, and both fighters step back, breathing heavily, their bodies glistening with sweat under the hot lights. Esti raises her gloves slightly, a small smile of satisfaction on her face as she returns to her corner. She’s managed to edge out the round, showing that she’s not going to be an easy target tonight. Kyra, meanwhile, looks focused, her jaw set as she listens to her corner’s advice. She knows she let the blonde gain too much ground in that round, and she’s determined to take back control in the next. Both fighters are clearly in this for the long haul, as they prepare for Round 3.

ROUND 3:

Both women step forward cautiously, eyes locked, the intensity simmering between them. Esti, still riding the confidence of her last round, throws a testing jab that’s deftly avoided, her body weaving to the side. Then, Santoro responds with a quick one-two combo aimed at the blonde’s midsection—PAK! WHUMP!—Esti grunts, stepping back, but quickly regains her footing. The pace slows as they circle each other, both wary of making a mistake. Esti first lunges in with a wild hook to the ribs, but Santoro steps in close, catching her instead in a clinch, their bodies suddenly slapped together in the center of the ring. The crowd leans in, watching as the two beauties grapple for control, their sweat-slicked bodies straining against each other.

Kyra uses her strength to twist Esti’s body slightly, gaining the upper hand as she drives a sharp uppercut into the pit of the blonde’s belly—THUD! Esti gasps, her abs tightening as the punch lands. The Vixen continues, using a free hand to loop around the heaving girl’s shoulder, keeping her steady as she drills another short, snapping uppercut into her navel—WHUMP!—the impact making her knees buckle slightly. “Nnghh…” Esti groans, her body recoiling as she tries to push her foe away, but Santoro keeps her close, using her legs and hips to press her body into hers. Esti, now with her back bent slightly, tries to retaliate, managing to lift her own right glove and send a bruising short-ranged uppercut into Kyra’s chest—THUD!—the brunette’s breasts jiggling from the impact as she grunts, her grip loosening just enough for her to break free.

But Kyra keeps her grip, knowing she has the upper hand. Her arms continue to be wrapped around Esti’s neck and shoulders again, forcing their bodies to be pressed together, slick with sweat. She leans in close, her breath hot against Esti’s cheek as she whispers something taunting into the blonde’s ear. Instantly, Esti’s eyes flare with anger, and she responds by driving another first into the side of Kyra’s ribs—PAK!—forcing the brunette’s body to jerk from the impact and release a sharp breath. For the next minute, the two fighters sway in the center of the ring, their torsos grinding together as they exchange short, vicious punches to each other’s bodies. Santoro sucks in a deep breath and DRILLS her fist up again, slamming into Esti’s navel—WHUDD!—the blonde’s body JOLTS as she gasps, her stomach convulsing from the blow, and her gloves lower instinctively, her body sagging slightly in the clinch.

Taking full advantage now, Kyra shifts her weight and rams another uppercut into Esti’s heaving chest—THUD! Ginzburg’s eyes squeeze shut, her lips parting in a silent gasp as she struggles to stay upright. But she soon retaliates, tightening her arm around Kyra’s head and tugging her close, using the momentum to drive a sharp hook to the side of her body—WHACK!—and Santoro grunts, her body shuddering as she’s forced to tighten her hold.

There, they remain locked together, swaying and struggling, their chests heaving with exertion as they continue to punish each other in close quarters. Each punch they land sends ripples through their taut bodies, their muscles flexing and contracting with each impact. It’s a brutal, grueling contest, neither woman willing to give an inch as they continue to battle for dominance. Then DING! DING! The bell finally rings, and the two women reluctantly separate, their bodies aching from the intense clinch warfare. Kyra raises her glove in a small gesture of triumph, knowing she’s managed to edge out the round, while Esti, still breathing heavily, glares at her opponent, frustration etched on her face as she heads back to her corner. Both women slump onto their stools, their corners working furiously to cool them down and prepare them for the next round.

ROUND 4:

Bell rings and both fighters step forward with fire in their eyes, both eager to impose their will. Ginzburg throws out a testing jab first—PAK!—which Santoro slips, the brunette swaying her torso smoothly to the side. But the Israeli girl follows up immediately with a booming right cross that’s aimed straight at Kyra’s jaw—WHACK!—and Santoro’s head SNAPS to the side, her body jolting as she stumbles back a step, momentarily stunned. This is Ginzburg’s show, her eyes narrowing as she presses in with a series of rapid punches—PAK! PAK!—landing more stiff jabs to the Vixen’s cheeks and mouth, snapping her head back with each blow. Santoro tries to cover up, her gloves raised high, but Esti’s punches keep finding gaps in her defenses, slowly driving her back toward the ropes.

Later, the scene is tense as Kyra and Esti lock up in a tired, sweaty clinch at the center of the sandy ring. Both fighters are breathing heavily, their chests heaving with exertion, as they lean into each other, their foreheads almost touching, bodies pressed tight. Kyra’s right arm hooks around Esti’s neck, keeping the blonde close, while her left glove remains buried in her midsection. Esti, in turn, has her left arm looped around Kyra’s shoulder, and her right fist is hammering upwards into the Vixen’s exposed belly in short, punishing bursts. WHUP! WHUMP! The sounds of leather meeting flesh echo across the beach.

“Unghh…nnghh!” Kyra grunts with each impact, her body shuddering as Esti’s gloves sink deep into her toned abs, forcing her to tighten and brace with each blow. But the brunette doesn’t back down, and with a snarl, she twists her hips, drawing her fist back before ramming a brutal uppercut into Esti’s navel of her own. THUMP! The blonde’s body jerks, her mouth opening in a breathless gasp. “Hhrrghh!” she groans, her knees buckling slightly as the punch folds her forward. But she bites down on her gumshield and retaliates, launching a fierce uppercut of her own that crashes into Kyra’s solar plexus. WHUPP! Santoro’s eyes widen, and her lips part in a choked cry, the force of the punch driving the air from her lungs.

With each vicious uppercut, both girls’ bodies jerk and shudder, sweat flying off their toned frames. Esti’s blonde hair is plastered to her face, and she tries to pull back, but Kyra yanks her closer, snarling through gritted teeth. “Oh no you don’t!” Kyra growls, her voice strained as she draws back and sends another uppercut rocketing into her navel. WHUMP! Esti’s head snaps forward, and with a guttural groan, her gumshield is forced between her lips. Her eyes squeeze shut, and her body sags forward, nearly collapsing into Kyra’s waiting embrace. For a split second, it seems as though she might go down, her mouthpiece half out of her mouth as she struggles to breathe. But Kyra shifts her weight, pressing her shoulder into Esti’s chest to keep her up and steady. The brunette’s gloves continue to pound away at Esti’s trembling belly, THUD! WHUMP! each punch digging deeper and deeper into the weakened flesh, forcing more desperate grunts from the blonde.

But then, with a desperate roar, the tide turns suddenly as Esti, emboldened and looking for payback, manages to break free from Kyra’s grip. With her back against the ropes and her own abs still throbbing from the earlier exchange, she digs deep and pushes forward, snapping a fierce left hook across Kyra’s jaw to set up her next move. WHACK! The brunette’s head snaps to the side, and she instinctively raises her guard, leaving her midsection exposed. Esti seizes the opportunity, dipping low and powering up a brutal uppercut into the pit of Kyra’s stomach. WHUMP! “Urrngh!” Kyra’s gasp is sharp and immediate. The force of Esti’s fist plows into her navel, folding her over, her body shuddering violently as her abs ripple from the impact. The Vixen’s mouth drops open, her gumshield visible between her parted lips. But Esti’s not finished. She grits her teeth and draws her fist back before delivering another devastating uppercut, this one aimed with pinpoint precision at the same spot, her knuckles sinking deep into Kyra’s belly. THUD!

“GUHHH!!” Kyra’s eyes widen, her pupils dilating as she’s lifted slightly off her feet by the force of the blow. The breath rushes out of her lungs, and her mouthpiece shoots out, propelled by the sheer pressure, tumbling through the air before landing with a soft thud on the sand. The crowd gasps as Kyra’s body jerks violently, her arms flailing for balance as she staggers backward, her face a mask of pain. But Edti KEEPS COMING. She steps forward, her gloves still low and ready, before sending another vicious uppercut crashing into the navel. WHUMP! Kyra’s body spasms, her legs giving way as she crumples into the blonde’s arms, Ginzburg wrapping one around her back to keep her upright, whilst continuing to hammer away at her exposed midriff, WHAP! WHUDD! each punch driving deeper into the battered flesh.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Esti taunts through gritted teeth, her voice breathless but triumphant. Spent herself, she shoves Kyra back against the ropes, trapping her, their bodies pressed in close. There, she uses the remainder of her strength to ram her fist into Kyra’s navel, then grinding the leather into the brunette’s abs, flexing and contracting in a desperate attempt to withstand the agony. Kyra’s mouth hangs open, her face contorted in pain. The referee watches closely, sensing that the end might be near, but Esti gives Kyra no respite, her punches continuing to land with cruel precision. THUMP! WHAP! Kyra’s body shudders violently with each blow, her head lolling forward, chin nearly touching her chest as she gasps for air, helpless.

“Not so tough now, huh?” Esti growls and shouts, her voice filled with satisfaction as she throws another straight booming hook into her body—THUD!—the brunette’s abs ripple under the impact, her body doubling over slightly as she gasps for air. “Uugh!” Kyra groans, her eyes squeezing shut as the glove buries deep into her toned stomach, her body jerking forward from the force but unable to break free of her assailant’s grasp. Esti doesn’t give her a moment’s respite, shifting her body slightly to keep Santoro pinned as she slams another fist clean into her navel. WHUMP! “Nnghh…” Kyra grunts, her legs trembling as she feels the strength slowly sapped from her body. The hefty blonde leans in even closer, her lips brushing against trapped foe’s cheek.

“Still think you’re gonna knock me out?” Esti taunts, her voice a low whisper that only Kyra can hear. She drives another fist into the core of the brunette’s abs, twisting her knuckles in for good measure—THUD!—and Kyra’s body folds over slightly, her knees buckling. “Yeah, that’s right,” Esti murmurs, her voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd. “You’re mine now.” Kyra’s strength is fading, her punches lacking the power they had earlier. Esti pulls back slightly, her eyes fixed on Kyra’s face as she drives a final hook into her belly—WHUDD!—the brunette’s body crumples forward, her arms draped over the top rope as she gasps for air, her legs barely holding her up.

DING! DING! The bell rings, signaling the end of the round, and Esti steps back, raising her arms in a confident gesture as she flashes a triumphant smile to the crowd. Kyra slumps against the ropes, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath, the pain still etched on her face. She saunters back to her corner, a self-satisfied smirk on her lips as she glances over her shoulder at Kyra, the brunette still leaning heavily against the ropes, her body battered but her spirit unbroken.

ROUND 5:
Kyra’s torso is a mad patchwork of red welts, with her belly heaving outwards during the downtime, as she struggles to regain her wind. Bell rings for the fourth and she still manages to stride out of her corner, determined to turn the ride. In fact, Santoro looks like a woman possessed, her eyes blazing with fury, and Esti barely has time to raise her gloves before the brunette is upon her, throwing a furious barrage of punches from a distance that forces the blonde into a defensive stance. THUD! WHAP! Kyra’s fists find their mark, slamming into Esti’s sides and chest with brutal force. Ginzburg tries to brawl, but gets her head swiveled to the side by a brutal hook, then forced to backpedal, her feet digging into the sand as she tries to keep her balance.

That expression on Kyra’s face says it all -- defiant against the humiliation in the last round, as she snaps a right cross into Esti’s cheek—CRACK!—the impact twisting her head to the side, her body stumbling as she struggles to regain her footing. Santoro steps in close, now in range to drill Esti’s belly with vicious uppercuts—WHUMP!—each punch buried into the blonde’s abs, her body jerking forward as a choked gasp escapes her lips. Esti’s eyes widen in shock, her breath hitching as she feels the air rush out of her lungs. “Unghh!” Her legs buckle slightly as she tries to wrap her arms around Kyra’s shoulders, hoping to clinch and stop the assault. But Santoro’s having none of it, shoving her arms aside as she winds up and throws another brutal right hook into the side of her ribs—WHACK!

“b*tch…” Kyra snarls, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she sees the pain flash across Esti’s face. She cocks her fist back and delivers a devastating uppercut into the pit of Esti’s belly—WHUDD!—the punch FOLDS the model over and lifts her slightly onto her toes, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her abs cave under the force. “Ughhh…” Esti’s body sags forward, her knees wobbling as she struggles to stay upright. And Kyra steps in, almost chest-to-chest now, and drives another uppercut straight into her stomach—WHUMP!—Esti’s body crumples and shudders, her eyes squeezing shut as she gasps in agony. “Go down!” Kyra commands, her voice a fierce growl as she throws another punch—THUD!—this one slamming higher, into her solar plexus, and FINALLY, Ginzburg’s legs GIVE WAY, as she collapses onto her knees in the sand, her arms wrapping around her battered midsection!

KNOCKDOWN for Kyra Santoro! Below, Esti’s eyes are glazed, her body trembling as she tries to push herself back up, but her strength is gone, her legs shaking uncontrollably as she sways in the sand. Kyra steps back, watching with satisfaction as the referee begins the count. “1… 2… 3…” The blonde model’s arms drop to her sides, her head hanging as she gasps for breath, her body swaying unsteadily. She tries to rise, her legs pushing weakly against the sand, but her body collapses back down, her strength completely spent. “4… 5… 6…” In the neutral corner, Kyra’s chest is heaving with exertion, a triumphant smile slowly spreading, as she watches Esti struggle in the sand. The blonde’s eyes flutter open, her gaze unfocused as she tries to push herself up once more, but her arms give out, and she falls back onto her knees, her head bowing in defeat. “7… 8… 9…” Her shoulders slump, her body trembling as she realizes she can’t get back up! Her eyes close, her head hanging as the final count echoes through the arena.

“10! You’re out!” And it’s OVER!

Official Result: Kyra Santoro defeats Esti Ginzburg via KO5!

AFTER:

Santoro basks in the glow of her victory, her chest heaving as she raises her arms to the crowd. She can’t resist one final look at Ginzburg, still on her knees in the sand, her body slumped over and trembling with exhaustion. With a smirk, the Vixen marches back over, towering over the defeated blonde.

“Guess I was right,” Kyra taunts, her voice dripping with disdain as she reaches down, roughly grabbing the top of Esti’s hair once more, forcing her head back, and her gaze upwards. Esti’s eyes are glazed over, her lips parted as she groans softly, her entire body trembling as she stares up at the victor, the reality of her defeat etched across her features.

“Who’s the queen of the sand now, huh?” Kyra sneers, giving her hair a sharp tug before finally releasing her, letting Esti’s head fall forward as she collapses face-first into the sand. Then, she steps back, raising her arms again as she soaks in the cheers and applause.

Later, Kyra strides into the press area, still riding high on her victory, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She’s dressed in a loose robe over her bikini, her hair still damp with sweat as she faces the gathered reporters.

“I said I’d leave her sprawled in the sand, and I did,” Kyra declares, her voice filled with confidence. “Esti thought she could bully me with her size, but I showed her who’s boss out there. I felt unstoppable tonight. I knew she’d fold once I started landing those body shots.”

When asked about her future plans, Santoro’s eyes narrow with determination. “I’m just getting started. Anyone else who thinks they can take me on the sand or in the ring, bring it. I’m ready.”

Post by caspian on Oct 12, 2024 19:03:00 GMT -6

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