Post by RotFreiherr on Jun 1, 2021 20:35:20 GMT -6
Saaya Irie is a rookie with only one match under her belt, but she is confident despite the loss, with Revolution Boxing’s founder at the ringside, against Kelly Kelly of Hot and Dangerous, who is a full decade older than her challenger. Still, though, as a former WWE Diva, she is athletic and strong. Saaya arrives in a white bikini, while Kelly arrives in the golden short-shorts and sparkling golden bra that she won the Divas Championship in.
R1: The newcomer’s energy surprises Kelly, and Saaya is able to forcibly fight her way past Kelly’s guard. She lifts Kelly’s boobs with two upper cuts, but is met with a jab to the face before she can get any further. After this, she attacks Kelly’s stomach, folding the woman over, then tries to finish her opponent off early with a wide right hook, but misses, giving Kelly the chance to recover and move away. Saaya goes after her, but Kelly blocks most of the blows she throws at her. Still, she’s hurting from the punishment at the end of the round.
R3: Kelly finds herself nearing the ropes, and the sight of Saaya approaching awakens something inside her. She strikes first with a jab to Saaya’s face, as if she knew Saaya would be aiming low, but that was not hard for her to deduce. Up close, she sees the way her opponent’s muscles tense and relax, a luxury the audience does not have.
But this luxury also comes at a cost, a blood price, the price of being hit back. Saaya responds to Kelly with strikes of her own, an uppercut sinking into her chin and a jab into her chest. By now the two are exchanging blows, quid pro quo and tid for tat, but apples and oranges are not equal. Kelly hits harder, and it seems to her that as the bell rings, she’s standing straighter, her skin less red than her opponents, facts she notes with an inner smile.
R4: In the fourth round Saaya tries the same, attempting to keep equal with Kelly, and Kelly responds with the same blows. Kelly can taste the sweat spraying off of her opponent’s skin on her tongue as she strikes Saaya in the head. Saaya hits back low, almost too low, but effective nonetheless.
Strike for strike, the girls go at it for what seems like many hours, but only two minutes has passed.
Saaya looks to be weakening, thinks Kelly, and she winds her arm back for a knockout blow. Landing the blow would be crucial for victory; she worries that grinding Saaya out may not be an option, for her own legs did not feel as strong as they did in the first round.
The blow sails past Saaya’s ear, close enough that if an ant stood upon Saaya’s ear, it could have touched her fist by reaching up, but as far as reality was concerned, her fist might as well have sailed by Proxima Centauri.
Then she’s open to most of Saaya’s blows, who opens her up easily, two attacking fists to just one defending arm. Kelly begins to taste iron on her lips, and the sound of ropes bending beneath her weight creaks in her ears.
Fortunately the bell rings loud and clear, as if it were a church bell announcing Christmas, before the sound of her knees hitting the mat reaches Kelly’s ears.
I came close to defeat, she thinks, and prays that she win, however slim her chances may be.
R5: The lights above are blurry and the referee’s words blend together in her ears, but Kelly rises for the fifth round, perhaps bravely, perhaps foolishly - whatever it is, the results shall prove. Still, she thankfully notes, all she needs to do is hit Saaya hard enough, and that is not so hard to do, with strength in her arms and a large target in front of her.
At least, she thought.
When the target moves, drawing a bead on it becomes hard, and strength alone does not suffice. Kelly swings hard, every blow a knockout blow, but none hit, and Saaya simply dodges them, waiting for the opportunity to go in.
For a full minute she swung, wild and mad.
She felt the mat beneath her back before she realized what had happened, heard the referee counting, alternating between English and a language she thinks is Japanese before Kelly realized that she has been knocked down. The audience starts shrieking Saaya’s name.
Winner by KO5, Saaya Irie!
Then Saaya gets on top of her, and says “I am going to mount you,” in barely comprehensible English, and her body soon blocks the glaring ceiling lights.
For Kelly, softness presses against her face, and the world goes dark. But as she lies on the mat, Saaya slips out of the ring after being declared the victor. In her joy she hugs Mysterious Man tight and pulls his mask down halfway, pecking him on the cheek before pulling it back up.
He frantically looks around for a moment, worried that someone might have seen his face, but is soon satisfied that none have. Then he looks down at his clothes, and finds them soaked with Saaya’s sweat.
Her victory, his plight.
R1: The newcomer’s energy surprises Kelly, and Saaya is able to forcibly fight her way past Kelly’s guard. She lifts Kelly’s boobs with two upper cuts, but is met with a jab to the face before she can get any further. After this, she attacks Kelly’s stomach, folding the woman over, then tries to finish her opponent off early with a wide right hook, but misses, giving Kelly the chance to recover and move away. Saaya goes after her, but Kelly blocks most of the blows she throws at her. Still, she’s hurting from the punishment at the end of the round.
R3: Kelly finds herself nearing the ropes, and the sight of Saaya approaching awakens something inside her. She strikes first with a jab to Saaya’s face, as if she knew Saaya would be aiming low, but that was not hard for her to deduce. Up close, she sees the way her opponent’s muscles tense and relax, a luxury the audience does not have.
But this luxury also comes at a cost, a blood price, the price of being hit back. Saaya responds to Kelly with strikes of her own, an uppercut sinking into her chin and a jab into her chest. By now the two are exchanging blows, quid pro quo and tid for tat, but apples and oranges are not equal. Kelly hits harder, and it seems to her that as the bell rings, she’s standing straighter, her skin less red than her opponents, facts she notes with an inner smile.
R4: In the fourth round Saaya tries the same, attempting to keep equal with Kelly, and Kelly responds with the same blows. Kelly can taste the sweat spraying off of her opponent’s skin on her tongue as she strikes Saaya in the head. Saaya hits back low, almost too low, but effective nonetheless.
Strike for strike, the girls go at it for what seems like many hours, but only two minutes has passed.
Saaya looks to be weakening, thinks Kelly, and she winds her arm back for a knockout blow. Landing the blow would be crucial for victory; she worries that grinding Saaya out may not be an option, for her own legs did not feel as strong as they did in the first round.
The blow sails past Saaya’s ear, close enough that if an ant stood upon Saaya’s ear, it could have touched her fist by reaching up, but as far as reality was concerned, her fist might as well have sailed by Proxima Centauri.
Then she’s open to most of Saaya’s blows, who opens her up easily, two attacking fists to just one defending arm. Kelly begins to taste iron on her lips, and the sound of ropes bending beneath her weight creaks in her ears.
Fortunately the bell rings loud and clear, as if it were a church bell announcing Christmas, before the sound of her knees hitting the mat reaches Kelly’s ears.
I came close to defeat, she thinks, and prays that she win, however slim her chances may be.
R5: The lights above are blurry and the referee’s words blend together in her ears, but Kelly rises for the fifth round, perhaps bravely, perhaps foolishly - whatever it is, the results shall prove. Still, she thankfully notes, all she needs to do is hit Saaya hard enough, and that is not so hard to do, with strength in her arms and a large target in front of her.
At least, she thought.
When the target moves, drawing a bead on it becomes hard, and strength alone does not suffice. Kelly swings hard, every blow a knockout blow, but none hit, and Saaya simply dodges them, waiting for the opportunity to go in.
For a full minute she swung, wild and mad.
She felt the mat beneath her back before she realized what had happened, heard the referee counting, alternating between English and a language she thinks is Japanese before Kelly realized that she has been knocked down. The audience starts shrieking Saaya’s name.
Winner by KO5, Saaya Irie!
Then Saaya gets on top of her, and says “I am going to mount you,” in barely comprehensible English, and her body soon blocks the glaring ceiling lights.
For Kelly, softness presses against her face, and the world goes dark. But as she lies on the mat, Saaya slips out of the ring after being declared the victor. In her joy she hugs Mysterious Man tight and pulls his mask down halfway, pecking him on the cheek before pulling it back up.
He frantically looks around for a moment, worried that someone might have seen his face, but is soon satisfied that none have. Then he looks down at his clothes, and finds them soaked with Saaya’s sweat.
Her victory, his plight.
