Leoni Brought to Justice: Part 8 the final round.
You can just read the brutal last stage of this fight, or the full story can be found here:
Part 1:
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,50752.msg389200/topicseen.html#msg389200Part 2:
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,50835.msg389601/topicseen.html#msg389601Part 3:
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,51142.msg391581/topicseen.html#msg391581Part 4:
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,51488.msg393807/topicseen.html#msg393807Part 5:
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,51536.msg394072/topicseen.html#msg394072Part 6:
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,51719.msg395293/topicseen.html#msg395293Part 7:
http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,52286.msg398776/topicseen.html#msg398776Leoni was carried into her changing room barely conscious and with blood steadily dripping from her nostrils and running down her battered and bruised body. Nothing was said between Jim and Helen but a glance from Helen towards the icy cold water of the plunge pool confirmed Jim's own thoughts so, unceremoniously, Leoni was 'plunged' into the deep cold water. Helen stripped to her modest bra and panties and with a grimace and gasp dropped into the water besides a spluttering Leoni. Helen gently wiped away the blood from Leoni's face and worked on stopping the flow from her nose whilst both women suffered the icy cold water. It had the desired effect however as Leoni was fully conscious and the cold water could only help in reducing the swelling and dull the pain but Jim was conscious that too long in the water could be harmful so after a few minutes when Helen had finished working on Leoni's face he helped Leoni up and out of the pool, much to the relief of Helen who with chattering teeth quickly stripped of her wet underclothes and vigorously rubbed herself dry before rather more gently doing the same for Leoni.
Little was said, Leoni seemed resigned and although she reacted to the pain of Helen's rubbing she made no comment or attempt to pull away and there seemed little that could be said to her in the way of advice. Jim did observe that 'well, you've got a free breast punch at the start of the next round so what about socking Miya's cxnt again, it can't make things any worse and you may damage her enough to have a chance' Leoni answered dully, 'it didn't work last time so it wont work now, 1 punch wont be enough'. With that Leoni seemed to sink into a deep introspection and apart from moving her body to requests from
Jim and Helen as they did their best to make her ready for the next round she made no other comment.
In Miya's changing room the mood was much brighter. Leoni's bite to Miya's breast was treated and a replacement bra was found, it was the same type as before but with Leoni so far gone no one worried that this might make Miya vulnerable so for the rest of the 30 minute break Miya gently exercised and imagined the punching routines she could employ against Leoni.
'Seconds you have 1 minute to prepare Miya for her breast punch' the ref announced and Miya quickly strode into the ring and held her arms up to be tied above her head, her breasts lifting and jutting out presenting themselves forward for the punch that would soon plough into one of the impressive orbs. Leoni also entered the ring, walking painfully and slowly, unable to stand fully upright she was hunched forward somewhat still feeling the effects of Miya's blows to her ovaries, uterus and vulva. The effects of these blows were very visible on Leoni's body, her shaven mound was gaping open, her sex lips swollen an angry red and ugly bruises were peppered around her lower belly. Leoni's breasts also were even more grossly swollen and the bruised battered orbs hung down from Leoni's slightly bent posture swaying and swinging in a way that her
normal 'b' cup breasts could never have done.
With Miya held blindfolded and ready in position the ref announced 'Leoni, if you lose this round you will have lost the match so should you be knocked down during this round you will receive a breast blow immediately as otherwise you might escape these blows that you will have incurred. I should also remind you that taking a count is to be discouraged so whilst you have you have a count of 60 seconds I will award a breast shot for each 3o seconds that you are 'down'. If you refuse to box on whilst in my opinion you still could I will award 5 free breast shots against you. Now you have 60 seconds for your breast punch against
Miya, immediately after you have struck Miya the ropes will release and the round will begin. Your time starts now'
Leoni's eyes blazed into Miya, if by force of will alone she could destroy Miya she would but in her now dreadful state the crowd knew that they were just about to witness the final destruction of Leoni. The question was how long would Miya toy with Leoni to keep her in the ring, or would Miya be considerate and blast in the single powerful punch that would legitimately finish the fight; most observers doubted that Miya was so inclined and gleefully expected the total destruction of Leoni. This forthcoming punch from Leoni would just set things up nicely, add enough pain for Miya to concentrate her mind on the destruction of Leoni.
Well, that's what most people thought, even Helen and Jim, so as Leoni's fist drove straight into Miya's pretty bra the crowd sat forward eagerly waiting to see how Miya would torment Leoni once she was freed. In truth Leoni's punch was hard and Miya groaned as her breast was crushed, she was pleased though that this time Leoni had not tried to low blow her. Leoni fist plunged fiercely into Miya's breast, ballooning breast flesh out around her fist as it sunk deep into Miya's body causing Miya to scream out an anguished groan as the pain hit and throw her head back. Leoni had thrown all her bodyweight behind the blow as she stepped forward and threw her punch, but now with her right fist still impaled into Miya breast she carried on her forward momentum closing her body up close to Miya and then with awesome suddenness she crashed her forehead down into Miya's face, catching Miya right between the eyes with a sickening crack. The crowd roared with excitement and Miya dropped to the ring floor like she'd been shot, knocked instantly unconscious. Leoni had not escaped unhurt even though she had been prepared and she reeled away and clung dazedly to the ring corner post.
Even as Carl and Dave were rushing in the ref was announcing over the hubbub of the crowd, 'foul blow by Leoni. Miya you are awarded a free blow, I will give you 3 minutes to prepare'. Three minutes didn't look very long as Miya was completely unconscious. Carl and Dave were holding smelling salts under her nose while the crowd were treated to slow motion replays of Leoni's attack. First Leoni's glove penetrated Miya's breast, the bra doing little to contain the breast as it ballooned up and arounf Leoni's glove, only the fact that it had been a straight punch kept the breast from escaping the bra. Then with pain starting to etch itself onto Miya's face her head started to draw back and her mouth opened with her pained groan, but, coming into shot was Leoni's head accelerating towards Miya who with her head drawn back had made things worse for herself as she presented the perfect target for Leoni's forehead to crash down right between her eyes. Miya instantly went limp and dropped to the floor whilst Leoni reeled away.
After 2 minutes of work Miya was vaguely conscious being held in a sat up position by Carl whilst Dave looked into her eyes and tried to will full consciousness back into her. Blood streamed out of Miya's nose and was staining two broad streaks down into Miya's bra but this was the least of Dave's worries as he tried to bring Miya fully round. Leoni meanwhile was been strung up for Miya's free shot. As in the last round she had been unable to reach up for the ropes so they had been lowered lower and then she had been slowly drawn upright, her body trembling with pain as her body was stretched. Miya was now aware and reacting to Dave but still obviously weak and confused. The ref looked over and made his first ever concession during the fight and announced an extra minute for Miya to recover. Perhaps he too, like the crowd, was so shocked at Leoni's blatantly unfair actions.
Miya was lifted to her feet with just a little over a minute remaining but needed Carl to stand behind her holding her up. Dave now worked on her nose trying to stem the flow of blood that was streaming out. In truth Miya looked a mess, her upper body and white bra was now mostly red as blood mixed with oil and sweat and stained the material, there were even large spots of red staining her panties and with her body seemingly so limp the crowd wondered whether Leoni might still have a chance of snatching an unlikely victory. Then with just 20 seconds of the ref's 4 minutes remaining Miya tried to stand unaided but needed 2 quick wobbly steps to the corner to which she clung as she tried to regain control of her limbs.
'Miya, you have 60 seconds for your free blow against Leoni, you may strike anywhere'. Leoni was stretched out blindfolded and with her legs stretched wide apart and was dreading the blow which she was sure would come to her parted sex lips, if it came at all! she wondered whether Miya would recover but with her eyes covered she couldn't see that Miya was now approaching. With just 20 seconds remaining Miya staggered up towards Leoni and tried to steady herself. Then she drew her right fist back and plunged a vicious uppercut up between Leoni's legs. 'grrhhhhhhhhh' screamed Leoni as her scream overlaid the wet splat
sound of Miya's glove hitting her swollen wide open sex lips. The ropes holding Leoni up immediately released but Miya still had time to drive her left fist up into Leoni's right breast, driving up into the breast as Leoni folded forward and dropped onto the rising fist which had such power that Leoni's forward fall was halted and she fell backwards onto her bum ending up sitting down hunched forward, slowly rolling onto her side with her gloves rammed between her legs.
Jim and Helen leaped into the ring as the ref started the count ‘1, 2, 3,’ he counted and then interrupted himself to say ‘Leoni, remember you will receive 1 breast blow for this knockdown if you are on your feet within the first 30 seconds and able to survive a 10 count, but I shall award an extra blow for each subsequent 30 second delay. Note that the round continues 2 seconds after your last breast blow’, he then continued ‘8, 9, 10’. Jim and Helen quickly conferred while still trying to help a weakly writhing Leoni. Should they try to get Leoni standing after 30 seconds or work on her for longer? After 30 seconds Leoni would only survive a 10 count if she were able to cling to the ring side ropes and then Miya would undoubtably take her breast shot quickly and Leoni would certainly be knocked down again to face at least one more blow but, they
reasoned, this would still give Leoni more time between blows and might extend the time they could keep her conscious in the ring (this last remaining unspoken between them). So at 25 seconds they hauled Leoni to her feet and draped her over the ropes near to the corner post. Leoni half stood and half clung to the ropes, head down and belly heaving in short bursts as she sucked in quick breaths, she needed air but a deep breath hurt too much. The ref counted ‘1, 2, 3’ and finally at 10 he nodded to Jim and Helen who quickly attached her arms to the ropes in the centre of the ring. Leoni groaned as her arms were pulled up
tight above her head, her lower belly was in no fit state to be stretched out and her sex was in agony after Miya’s last blow.
Miya quickly coated her glove with suregrip whilst the ref announced ‘Miya you have 60 seconds to take your breast shot’. More than ever Miya was determined to destroy Leoni so without using up more than a few seconds of her time she strode up and blasted her right into the centre of Leoni’s swollen right breast, flush onto her red raw nipple and driving deep into the sensitive gland. Stretched out as she was Leoni’s breast was terribly vulnerable and her right breast had earlier been smashed between the corner post and Miya’s glove so was even more swollen than the left. With only a little breath to scream with Leoni’s yell was
muted but her screwed up face told it’s own story, abject agony. The ropes released and Leoni teetered on the brink of falling over, her legs were like jelly as she was barely recovered form the recent blow to her sex. Somehow she brought her legs together from their wide stance staggering and weaving backwards whilst the ref held his hand out to stop Miya from attacking for 2 seconds. By the time the ref lowered his hand Leoni had lurched and half fallen backwards into the ropes and stood, just, semi crouched and waiting with dread for Miya with just a semblance of a guard, her left arm low over her belly and her right arm across her breasts. Miya strode up and flicked a left jab into Leoni’s face which with Leoni’s stooped stance caught her on the bridge of the nose, then a right and another left each snapped blow jerking Leoni’s head backwards like a marionette. Miya then shaped a more powerful right and Leoni instinctively raised her guard, well her right arm at least as she seemed incapable of raising her left above her navel, not that it really mattered as with Leoni’s whole body a legitimate target the only possible defence was mobility and this was something Leoni did not now have, so Miya’s right fist changed angle and powered down into the top slop of Leoni’s semi dangling left breast and crushed it against Leoni’s ribs; a blow that earlier would not have been effective to Leoni’s unswollen breasts but now they were so swollen that the twin masses of tissue swung large and heavy on Leoni’s chest and the angle for the blow was helped by Leoni’s semi stooped posture. ‘arghnooooo’ yelped Leoni but she’d barely got this scream started when Miya let loose 2 fierce punches both aimed at Leoni’s left breast. As her right fist retracted and Leoni’s breast sprang back up it was helped by a rising left fist that cracked into the base of Leoni’s left breast at the junction of ribs and breast ‘Crack – slap’ the sound of Miya’s glove impacting followed immediately by the wet slap of Leoni’s breast slapping up against her upper torso where it was then impaled by a straight right which sank into the raised underside of Leoni’s left breast stretching and crushing the breast impossibly high up Leoni’s torso, the 2 blows, left and right, hitting within split seconds of each other.
Leoni’s face blanched and with an immense effort she finally brought her left arm up to aid in the defence of her breasts and also staggered and slipped two paces away down the ropes. Miya followed, seemingly in no hurry, as Leoni couldn’t muster the speed to really get away, and anyway Miya wanted Leoni to keep achieving small respites as in this way she could add and add to the cumulative pain and damage she was causing. For the moment she wanted to hurt Leoni’s face and make her bleed at least to match the huge flow of blood that had streaked out of Miya’s nose due to the head but and which still wasn’t fully stopped. Everytime Miya sucked in a breath or licked her lips the metallic tang of her own blood was smelt and tasted.
Miya came into range and popped a left jab into Leoni’s right eye and then a right snapped into the nose, each blow rocking Leoni’s head back but then as Miya drew her right fist back for a more powerful punch Leoni lurched forward swinging her head forward once more in a desperate attempt to headbut Miya. Miya just barely reacted in time ducking underneath Leoni’s flailing head so that as their bodies crashed together Leoni ended up half fallen over the top of Miya. Miya wrapped her arms around Leoni’s torso and muscled herself upright lifting Leoni off the ground and then thrust her back into the ropes Leoni flew into the
ropes and as they gave under the impact Leoni was momentarily bent backwards her head and arms flung out behind her. Miya needed no urging and plunged her right fist low into Leoni’s stretched out and exposed lower bellow. Aiming for the sensitive area of Leoni’s uterus Miya’s punch plunged with a dull thud into Leoni just a few inches above her sex. Leoni convulsed as her body tried to fold up over Miya’s glove, her bum thrust hard against the middle ring rope and the breath explosively flew out of her gaping mouth. Leoni’s ‘uummphfff’ was then overlaid by a wet splat as Miya’s left glove drove hard up into Leoni’s swollen
and gaping slit, Leoni was driven up on to her toes but was still helplessly laid out leaning back against the ropes which were now an awesome enemy for her as otherwise she’d have sunk to the floor. Instead as she slowly sunk down against the ropes Miya still had time for a powerful one two above and to the left and right of Leoni’s slit, aiming to punish ovaries her gloves sank deep into Leoni’s lower belly and with only a thin shield of fat as protection the pain and distress of these blows was immense. Sick waves of nauseous pain flew through Leoni’s body making her head swim as she fought to force her body down the ropes away from Miya’s punishing gloves until finally her bum slipped down past the middle rope and she fell to the ring floor. With swimmy eyes, as she verged on unconsciousness, Leoni peered up and saw Miya standing over her,
Miya’s own swollen sex outlined in her tight blood specked white panties and then up to awesome breasts sticking out encased in her blood stained bra framed by gloves still threatening to pound into her battered body.
Jim and Helen rushed in and started to work on Leoni whilst the crowd was treated to slow motion replays of Miya’s last series of punches.
The first punch shown was after Leoni was thrown backwards against the ropes, Leoni’s lower belly was stretched out and presented perfectly for Miya to punish and as her glove plunged towards Leoni’s taught oil soaked skin the crown drew in breath as they imagined the pain the blow would cause. Impact and Leoni’s skin gave as the glove sunk into the defenceless body, sunk in and squashed the uterus that lay below, a wall of flesh building up around Miya’s glove as it sank deep into Leoni’s body until with Miya’s glove finally at rest the wall of flesh started to ripple away up across Leoni’s belly and then, as Miya’s glove retracted, it rippled back and forth a few times as if Leoni’s belly were made of water. Next, as Leoni’s legs parted, Miya’s left fist drove into Leoni’s swollen sex crushing the sensitive swollen lips and clitoris against Leoni’s
pubic bone. In slow motion Leoni’s body jerked and raised up several inches, lifted by Miya’s glove whilst an explosion of droplets sprang away from around Miya’s glove as it sank into Leoni’s sodden mound. Finally Miya’s quick one two to Leoni’s ovaries caused extra ripples to run through her lower belly as the punches hit in quick succession plunging deep into the tortured vulnerable flesh.
Back to the present and after 20 seconds Jim and Helen were still working on a Leoni who was locked into a tight curl around her lower belly, each time she tried to straighten fresh waves of pain threatened to make her faint but she was listening as Jim explained that it was approaching 30 seconds. There was no way however that leoni could have survived a 10 second count, even if she used the ring ropes so Helen and Jim continued to work on her as the clock ticked on. Helen was dousing Leoni’s lower belly with ice cold water and finally managed to slip a pack of ice down between Leoni’s legs as she gradually managed to straighten a little, but the clock was now at 45 seconds and Leoni would have to be lifted to her feet before 1 minute was up to either have up to another minute supported by Jim and Helen or to try and take a 10 count. At 50 seconds Jim and Helen lifted Leoni up and with Helen dragging the top rope down Jim draped Leoni over the ropes so that the top rope rested under Leoni’s boobs. For the few seconds remaining before Leoni incurred another breast punch Jim talked to Leoni and with just a semblance of a nod he signalled to the ref just as the count reached 59. Jim and Helen stepped away whilst the ref started his 10 count. ‘1, 2, 3’, Leoni grimly hung on but was dropping slightly causing the rope to dig into the undersides of her tender breasts. Biting her lips and with her face contorted with pain and effort she slowly forced her body up enough to ease some
of the pain in her breasts whilst the count continued ‘7, 8, 9, 10’. Then at a nod from the ref Jim and Helen quickly rushed in and helped Leoni away from the ropes, dragging her into the centre of the ring for her 2 breast punches. As she was stretched upright her arms taking most of her weight as the ropes retracted the crowd npw saw the results of Miya’s earlier punches. Angry dark welts peppered her lower belly and her sex was now even more swollen. Her lower belly spasmed as she was finally stretched fully upright, twitches from strained muscles showing clearly through her wet skin.
‘Miya, you have 2 breast shots to take against Leoni. You must strike alternate breasts starting with the left and you will have 60 seconds for each blow. The round will re-start 4 seconds after your second blow. Your time starts now’. Miya looked at Leoni as she finished coating her gloves with suregrip and decided that there was no rush – she wanted Leoni to be able to stand long enough for another punishing body blow so waited while the clock ticked down. Leoni’s head was sagging down and her arms were strained against her bodies inclination to fold up over her damaged belly and her ribs were outlined against her taught sweat sheened body. Ribs that with just 10 seconds remaining were now used by Miya to aid in the crushing of Leoni’s breasts. Striking down into the top slope of Leoni’s left breast she drove it down and crushed it into Leoni’s ribs twisting her glove into the tortured flesh. ‘Iiiyeeeee’ came the hoarse scream from Leoni whose breaths now came in even shorter pants and her head which had momentarily jerked back once again sank down forwards. Miya re coated her glove and thoughtfully looked at Leoni, deciding just how to punish her swollen right boob. Miya waited while the clock counted down and then repeated the same blow to Leoni’s right breast driving down into the top slope angling her fist in towards Leoni’s ribs and crushing her breast in between glove and ribs. Leoni’s despairing dull scream rasped out of her throat as Miya’s glove impaled her breast.
Immediately Miya withdrew her fist Leoni’s bounds were released and the ref started a 4 second count (2 seconds for each breast blow) before the round would continue. Miya watched with interest as Leoni struggled to remain upright. She lurched forward on wide spread legs trying to bring her legs under control and desperate not to fall and incur another breast shot, at least not immediately anyway. On the verge of collapsing like a drunkard Leoni staggered across the ring but then, just as she seemed about to reach the safety of the ring ropes, her weakened left leg gave way and only a despairing lurch towards the ropes saved her from slipping to the floor as she flung her right arm over the top rope.
Miya watched Leoni struggle and didn’t try to hit her even though the ref had now waved box on. Maybe she wouldn’t need to she thought. Slowly Leoni struggled to bring herself upright and turned to see Miya waiting for her. Snap. Miya’s left flicked into Leoni’s right eye and then in quick succession Miya flicked left and right jabs peppering Leoni’s face, specifically her eyes. Leoni tried to duck and weave but was moving so slowly and apart from a weakly wafting right arm could offer little defence. Miya’s blows weren’t full power but they were quick and sharp and seemed to have just one intention – to close Leoni’s eyes. Leoni’s head was snapped this way and that and her eyes quickly became puffy, Miya also directed a few blows to Leoni’s nose and mouth and blood soon started to flow freely from Leoni’s nostrils and then a glancing blow above Leoni’s right eye caused a cut to start flowing there also. Leoni was sobbing now, each blow to her eyes was reducing her vision to a hazy blob and there was little she could do. She tried though, flinging her right fist towards the large target of Miya’s left breast. Impact, but Miya barely flinched as Leoni was now so weak she couldn’t achieve any meaningful power instead she drove two much more powerful punches at Leoni’s eyes driving a left and a right in across Leoni and whipping her head violently from side to side. Stepping back satisfied that she’d now done enough she watched Leoni lurch sidways along the ring ropes, impelled by the last swinging punch to the face. Face swollen around the eyes so that she could barely see between to thin slits, nose dripping blood and with swollen lips her face now matched in damage the rest of her torso, grossly swollen breasts swung and swayed on her frame, hugely engorged from their normal a-b cup size, covered with livid purple bruises and capped with two stiff peaks, nipples that were so rubbed and abraded by Miya’s gloves that they stood out as two angry red raw nubs. All of the rest of Leoni’s torso was a mass of bruises, her left side especially and then there was her lower belly and sex which until the last two rounds had largely been untouched was now so obviously ‘touched’. Swollen sex lips gaped apart exposing her clit and inner sex lips, ugly bruises and welts marked the targeting of Leoni’s sensitive organs, her uterus and ovaries. Where would Miya strike next.
Striding up once more to Leoni Miya drove her right fist flush into Leoni’s belly button. Once, Miya’s fist would have bounced of toned and hardened muscle but now her fist drove deep into Leoni’s guts and with no breath left to gasp Leoni hung, momentarily doubled over, mouth opening and closing as she tried to suck in air but with lungs that wouldn’t, couldn’t for the moment work. Then gravity took inevitable control and Leoni pitched forward landing painfully breast first on the hard ring floor. Jim and Helen raced into the ring, grateful to Miya for drawing out Leoni’s painful punishment and as the ref counted they were able to get Leoni up and clinging to the ropes inside the first 30 seconds. Leoni survived the ref’s 10 second count and so was once again strung up and about to receive a breast punch. Miya was just finishing screwing her fist into the white powder of the suregrip when the ref announced ‘Miya you have 60 seconds to strike Leoni’s right breast starting from now’.
Miya didn’t wait this time instead she strode up and unleashed a fierce straight punch into Leoni’s right breast, this time driving straight in and hitting flush on the nipple her glove penetrated deep into the tender flesh twisting as it did so with venomous intent to hurt Leoni. Leoni didn’t scream, instead her face blanched and her mouth worked, opening and closing in soundless agony as her breast seemed to visibly swell and darken before the ropes released and Leoni dropped senseless to the floor. Jim and Helen quickly rushed in and dragged Leoni to the corner post and sat her up whilst Jim applied smelling salts and Helen applied an ice pack to the breast. Leoni jerked awake and moaned in agony as Helen accidentally jiggled her breast. Jim glanced at Helen and he could see the concern in her eyes as she directed his gaze towards Leoni’s right breast and a teardrop of blood that was forming at her nipple, drip, and another teardrop started to form and drip in a steady stream. Jim shrugged and heaved a virtual dead weight Leoni to her feet asking her ‘do you want to try and stand for 10 seconds now and just face 1 breast punch?’ Leoni weakly nodded but whether that was yes or no wasn’t entirely clear. Regardless, Jim draped her arms over the ropes and turned to the ref as the count was at 28. The ref started the 10 count as Leoni clung onto the ropes blood dripping outside the ring from her hanging right breast and also from her nostrils. Leoni survived the 10 count but could hardly be said to be in fighting condition, without the ropes she’d have been on the ground and it was only the threat of facing 5 breast shots for refusing to carry on that had her grimly clinging on to the
ropes. Now she was been strung up yet again and the crowd could see the extra damage to her right breast which was now once again larger than the left, turgid with blood that steadily dripped from the nipple.
‘Miya you have 60 seconds to strike Leoni’s left breast’. Miya stepped up and drove a repeat of her recent punch screwing and driving her fist into the centre of Leoni’s left breast. The punch landed with a dull wet thud and Leoni’s face screwed up in new agony and fear ‘how much more could she take, and dare she try to be counted out…. But what if the ref awarded 5 breast shots against her.’ All these thoughts were going through her head as she desperately tried to remain upright. She knew that the next time she went down her right breast was due to be hit and she couldn’t face that. She lurched to the ropes just as the ref
signalled the start of the round and she turned to face Miya. Leoni lent back as the blurred, indistinct image of Miya approached and it seemed that Leoni was offering Miya a clear shot at her sex, her legs were spread apart and her gloves were at her side, in fact Leoni was hoping that Miya would punch her anywhere that would knock her unconscious or make the ref convinced that she couldn’t go on. Miya didn’t oblige, instead she plowed a fierce left and right into Leoni’s left breast, the left driving straight in and the right plowing up into the underside of the breast. Miya then stepped back and waited to see if Leoni would
remain standing. She did just and now, her instinct for preservation took over and she couldn’t offer herself any more – instead she tried to cover up and lurch away to her right. As she did Miya swung her right fist into the top of Leoni’s left leg and Leoni had to swing round and cling onto the ropes as her leg went dead. Slowly Leoni was sliding down to the floor with her back to the ring, facing out to the crowd whilst Miya stood watching but then Miya seemed to reach a decision. Putting everything she had into a punch she swung her right fist up between Leoni legs and into her sex. Leoni convulsed as the force of the blow shot her up a good few inches and then Miya drove a combination of fierce powerful punches between Leoni’s gaping legs up into her sex and lower belly, each punch lifting Leoni up momentarily before she dropped again her legs slowly slipping backwards further and further into the ring, 1, 2, 3, 4 and then a 5th punch powered into Leoni’s wilting body before it slipped of the top rope and she crashed limply to the ground.
The ref looked at Leoni’s unconscious body and didn’t bother to count instead he announced to the crowd.
‘Miya has won the final round – Leoni by her defeat has accepted her guilt and punishment. She was guilty of the crimes she was accused of and has met her fate in the form of this ring and Miya who has boxed for Justice today for all off Leoni’s victims’. ‘Doctors, you may now attend to Leoni and Miya’.
At this a medical team rushed towards Leoni and a similar team made less haste towards Miya, a Miya who now suddenly felt all the effects of the previous fierce rounds of fighting and, turning away from the battered Leoni, she slumped down into the corner as her medical team approached. Leoni was left unconscious, it was better that way, and in fact the painkillers she was now injected with would keep her unconscious for a long time. Next though both she and Miya were injected with Nanites, tiny, incredibly tiny microscopic robots that would flow through their bodies and repair the immense damage done to both of them. They would take at least a month to fully repair the damage done to them but once they’d finished their work the nanites would leave both Leoni and Miya as good,
or better in fact, than they had been before the fight.
So what next?
Any future ideas for this justice battle / challenge scenario would be most welcome.
TJ
