I'm waiting for the fight to start in the corner of the ring. I m wearing sports leggings and a short sports top with a deep neckline.
"Hey, Russian whore, do you remember our last fight? Last time I sent you to the hospital. But this time, you suck someone's dick first, I hope your broken jaw won't stop you from doing that."
I'm wearing black shorts and a black top. I warm up in the red corner of the ring
"Shut up bitch, I'm not scared of you."
The gong sounds and the fight begins. I circle around you and try to shoot my fists in your face and boobs.
I dodged punches in my face, but your fists crush my breast. My boobs bounce from the impact.
"Bitch, don't touch my boobs!"
I try to use my advantage in the height and length of my arms. I keep you at a distance and punch a straight punch in your jaw, then I bend over a little and punch in your liver.
A fist smashes my jaw and my head jerks back. A punch to my liver makes me double over in pain. "Ahhh fuck. You filthy whore!"
This makes me very angry and despite the pain, I immediately counterattack. I straighten like a spring and hit a left uppercut in your tits and a right hook in your face.
My boobs get hit and bounce again, but your hook slams into my defense. I screamed in pain as your fist hit my tits. "Oh fuck my boobs, you pay for this!"
It makes me very angry that you left fresh bruises on my tits and I'm going to rush. I blast at you like a tank., hitting quick combos of punches to your tits and body, I try to push you into the corner of the ring. ""Bitch, I'll turn your boobs into bloody trash!"
I'm glad I was able to piss you off, hopefully your anger will make you less careful in fights. I step aside and dodge your attack. Then I quickly close the distance and hit a combination of left cross and right hook to your jaw. "Eat it bitch!"
Fists crush my face, my head jerks from side to side, blood splatters onto the floor from my mouth. These blows of the fist very disorientate me, my legs become like cotton wool and I fall to my knees.
I’m on my knees before you, but I’m not defeated yet. On my knees, I try to punch your stomach.
I scream in pain, my body bends in half and I press my hands to my stomach. I need a few seconds to recover from this shot in my belly.
Bent in half, I step back to the ropes
I do not give you the opportunity to recover and immediately attack. Pushing my foot off the floor, I get up abruptly and at the same moment I hit an uppercut in your jaw while you are bent in half.
"Grrr, Russian whore, I'm going to disfigure your ugly face."
