RuroniHS: I walk down the aisle towards the ring wearing a pink sports bra and black trunks with a pink stripe down the side. I'm wearing pale pink gloves and my hair is tied back into a ponytail to keep it out of the way during the fight. I step through ropes and bounce lightly in my corner to limber up. My toned muscles ripple a bit as I roll my shoulders and await my opponent.
emilia_da_ass: I walk down the same aisle shortly after my foe, my black sports and red trunks with an opposing white stripe down both sides covers my frame. My pitch-black gloves swinging softly at my sides as I walk, my hair in a high bun, tied clearly out of the way. I slide under the bottom rope, climbing up onto my feet beside my foe, and move to my corner, bouncing gently on the way and knocking my gloves. It takes a mere few minutes to get the formalities out of the way, but then... the bell rings.
ROUND 1
RuroniHS: Once the bell rings, I lightly spring out of my corner. I raise my gloves into and orthodox stance, my eyes burning behind the leather. I meet you center ring and waste no time trying to mix it up with you. I want to make the most of these five rounds. I throw two quick jabs to test your defenses, and a swift right hook towards your temple. I stay light on my feet ready to deal with what you’ll surely throw back at me.
Emilia_da_ass: Both of us prance out of our corner, not an inkling of fear on our face, just rugged determination as we move towards the centre of the ring. Our eyes have been locked together since we stood opposite one another mere minutes ago, and this is no different, reacting out of instinct. Your two jabs bounce harmlessly off of my guard, whilst my own quick jab does the same to you, bouncing harmlessly. I notice your hook coming from my left side, and actually choose to step towards it, stepping in your line of fire, hoping to screw your aim as I try and fire a rapid left uppercut into your right ribs.
RuroniHS: My hook misses its mark, hitting prematurely without much power harmlessly into your shoulder. You stuff the punch well, but I'm confident in my ability to take you in an in-fight. My right arm is still drawing back and I can't block your uppercut. It smacks into my ribs, causing me to cringe. However, as you move in, I snap a compact left uppercut towards your chin. With you already moving forward and half your guard open from the attack, it should land pretty well.
emilia_da_ass: The groan I expel from your lips is a step in the right direction of the start of this fight, however as I move my guard back into pace, my head is ripped up sharply with a blow I didn't see coming, expelling a grunt from my lips, and forcing me back a couple of steps in both shock and secondary concern. With my guard quickly restored, we both close back in, slightly of ring centre now, as my back is ever closer to the ropes, with the jabs being exchanged against the guard.
RuroniHS: Pap-Pap! The sounds of our jabs smacking leather echoes through the stadium. I can tell my uppercut stunned you, and I don't want to let my advantage slip away. I pepper your guard with three speedy jabs, and then rear back for a heavy right straight. However, that is a feint. Instead of smashing into your guard my right hand shifts back to a guarding position. I sway my body, keeping good rhythm and momentum, and send a strong left hook flying towards your liver.
emilia_da_ass: The sounds of leather on leather echoes around the room as we trade jab after jab to the guard. I know however you'll look to push in rapidly, and as predicted you do, your right hand rearing back, giving me a small window; in which I choose to step in to my right again, appearing on your left guarded side, and targeting your ribs once more, try and drill yet another rapid uppercut into your side, as your right hand shifts back into guard. As my shot hits however; I feel your left arm hammer into my liver; explaining the lack of movement on your left guard to defend. The trading of blows staggering as we both reel from the hits, neither of us backing off this time though as guards fall into stance
RuroniHS: You reel from the blow and I grit my teeth. My ribs ache from the punishment, but I'm not content to fall back into an orthodox stance just yet. I'm crouched low from swaying into my liver blow, which gives me a good angle at my next target. The muscles in my thighs tense as I rise up, spearing a right straight below your guard and towards your diaphragm, hoping to knock the breath right out of you. I keep my left glove in a defensive position with my elbow tucked in, ready for any nasty counters to that side of the body.
emilia_da_ass: We're in the middle of a grueling slug-fest currently, not much defense and a full out brutal assault on both parties. With you crouched low, keeping yourself below my guard, I choose to work over the top of yours, wasting no time in firing a mean overhand left towards your forehead, watching as your right fires back towards me. I focus on drilling my shot right between the eyes, intent on using both the force of my blow, in conjunction with you being crouched slightly off balance, and the added momentum about to build with your blow landing to hopefully but you on your ass early. As your blow hits, I double over as expected, shooting my left blow out even further, as I stagger backwards into the ropes gasping for a minute, trying to keep my guard up.
RuroniHS: Our blows land simultaneously, and my head snaps to the side a bit, sending a few droplets of sweat flying. I stagger to the side a couple steps and bring my gloves up, feeling slightly dizzy. You punch wasn't enough to drop me, but it was enough to save you from a beating on the ropes. I take a moment to gather myself and advance towards you, hoping to finish off the round strong with a quick one-two jab-straight combo to your face.
emilia_da_ass: I'm caught on the ropes for longer than I intended, but my trading blow saved me from getting stuck there for a beating. As you close the gap towards me, I step forwards, guard up to meet you, your one two jab hitting the leather, as I close the distance, and as you fall into guard, launch myself into a clench with you, watching as the ref is about to call the first round.
RuroniHS: DING. Time is called and I peel myself away from you, heading back to my corner. I sit down on my stool, and drape my arms over the middle rope. My ribs are a little red and I worked up a hell of a sweat, but I still feel pretty good about the fight. Sitting down and resting my head against the turnbuckle is just what I need to recover from that overhead blow. I sip some water and after the brief reprieve, I rise up for the next round.
emilia_da_ass: The bell rings and we both take a huge deep breath, breaking away and moving back to our respective corners, collapsing on our stools and breathing. The shot to my liver is still sore, but I’m getting my breath back from the other blows... I down a quick couple of sips of water to help clear my head, and in what seems like no time the bell is rung.
ROUND 2
emilia_da_ass: We once again waste no time moving into the centre of the ring; and this time I lead left hand extended stance, a side on position with my right hand ready to capitalize on something. As the distance closes, I quickly leap forwards, peppering a jab towards your guard as I throw my body weight in with a huge right, hoping to shatter my way straight through the guard off the bat.
RuroniHS: We both advance confidently, neither of us deterred by the damage we took in the previous round. You come at me fast with jabs, which I swat away, and then I see you wind up for something big. I smirk. I was still way too fresh to be hit by a telegraphed punch like that. I clench my right fist and raise my arm. I sway out of the path of the big punch, and deliver my own cross-counter right across your jaw, your own momentum adding power to my punch.
emilia_da_ass: I feel like I just got smashed by a truck; my enter body rattles as I stagger back rapidly, trying to catch up with my fleeting jaw-line. My feet seem like putty currently, and I need to focus on keeping them beneath me, faltering my guard slightly as I brace myself on the spot, halting my back-pedaling as I try and hold my guard up, my head shaken and groggy as the counter-cross rattled me.
RuroniHS: I feel my punch connect cleanly and advance towards you aggressively, but not recklessly. Your guard tightens, so I decide to go low. I throw left and right hooks to pound your abs, hoping to bring your guard down and open you up for a kill shot. I mix in a few jabs to keep you guessing, and stay light on my feet. I try to take advantage of your frazzled state and herd you into the corner with my flurry of blows.
emilia_da_ass: My head is dazed and I'm not the quickest on my feet, and as you force the issue, I have a rough idea of what your plan could be, but as of yet not much of an idea on the counter. You go in low, pounding at my abs, and your left hook hits true, doubling me over, but I drop my guard in time for the right, deflecting it off of my gloves with a sound worse than it was. You bring up the jabs again, forcing me to flick myself back upright, which is when I see my opening; as your on full offence, jabbing and thinking about a million things other than defense, as you flick back up towards jabs, I launch a harrowing right-handed uppercut from my hunched guarded position, using the momentum of my rising body to add to it, aiming for the underside of your chin amidst your flurry of jabs.
RuroniHS: I barely saw your uppercut coming, and it rocks my jaw pretty good. I stumble back a step, but plant my rear foot firmly so I don't lose too much ground. I glare at you and shake my head like it was nothing, but that was just a mind game. The blow really rattled me, but I want to keep you scared while I recover. My assault relents, but I keep my gloves cocked and loaded. I have you close to the corner, and I don't want to pass that up. I eye you carefully to see which direction you'll move.
emilia_da_ass: My glove slams into your chin as in slow motion, beads of sweat being launched into the air for the lights to play mirage's on. You stagger back into the middle of the ring... and yet still somehow seem to have your head screwed on! how!?!?! Still, I need to be my priority, my head still reeling slightly, but much more clued in now that I've enjoyed a brief respite. I bounce my way back towards the centre of the side of the ring, my guard high, before stepping in towards you, guard tight, and body low.
RuroniHS: I see you wading towards me like Tyson with the high guard and low body. It's an intimidating posture, but I know you're hurt and probably don't want to take any big risks. I move to fire a chopping right down at your temple, an obvious attack for a lower opponent, but this is another one of my feints. The chopping right never comes, but with your attention up high, I sneak in a compact left upper from below, hoping to rattle your chin again. After that punch, I take a step back in anticipation of another one of your counter punches.
emilia_da_ass: As I make my way towards you, still rattled slightly at your seeming immovable nature currently, my mind focuses solely on defense, going narrow-sighted as you swing what is a chopping right towards me... yet with my mind set, I fail to react at all, simply sitting; like a target... yet the blow never lands, instead, with my guard having unmoved, I feel your left glove smash into my gloves, knocking them into my chin slightly, but only enough to bring me back to life... and remind me of how much danger I am in. I quickly brace myself again, zoning back in, eyes focusing in on you as my head finally begins to stop spinning, and I tighten my guard and straighten myself out, stepping forward tentatively once more.
RuroniHS: I chomp down on my mouthpiece in frustration as my fist hits nothing but a sturdy guard. I should have just smashed your head and put you on the mat! But I keep my breathing steady and focus. Reckless moves won't get me anywhere in this fight. I probe you with jabs, fighting smart and cautiously. Then, just before the round ends, I try to land one more right straight into your diaphragm. DING. Whether it hit or not, that is the end of the second round.
emilia_da_ass: The bell rings as your fist flies; and I can only jump back so far. In doing so, your fist connects with my torso, firing through and higher than the original goal, my eyes narrow as I hiss "watch the round timer bitch! After time blows!" scathing at the attempt as I move back to my corner and collapse onto my chair. I dose myself in water, clearing my head after a brief recovery during the round, but an awful start really put me on the back foot! I don't have much time, but it's enough, and as I rise again, I’m exhausted, but a lot more steady on my feet and clued in than last round... so let’s go.
RuroniHS: The after-time blow clearly wasn't intentional, but your scathing remark irritates me a bit. "Not my fault you can't block!" I shoot back and return to my corner. My jaw aches and the beginning of a bruise is forming, but overall I feel like I controlled that round, having you reeling for a good part of it. I sip some water and hop back to my feet, banging my gloves together hard.
ROUND 3
RuroniHS: DING! The third round begins and a march towards you, still brimming with confidence. I decide to mix things up a little bit at the start of this round. I pepper you with jabs as I had before, but rather than focusing on the head, I go for high-low combos, stabbing at your body as well as smacking your guard. My right arm stays cocked and ready. I want to be the aggressor, but I need an opening. I know you're not cooked yet.
emilia_da_ass: having splashed myself off with some water, and gotten thoroughly rinsed last round, my head is in a much more keyed in mindset, desperate not to be walked over. You walk out of the corner confident and ready to fly, and you prove it by launching numerous jabs, some high some low, peppering me with softer jabbing blows off the bat, but not to be out done, I notice it's only your left hand firing, your right arm remaining cock and ready, and I pounce on this, blocking a high aimed left jab, and stepping in behind it as I launch a rapid right handed uppercut into your exposed ribs again, before locking my guard up and stepping in further off to your side, forcing your right to work across your body.
RuroniHS: You still have some good footwork and maneuver through my blows gracefully. Since I was only throwing jabs, I'm able to tuck my left elbow in fairly quickly, buffering my ribs from the brunt of your swing. The force still winds me a bit, but perhaps doesn't have the full effect you wanted. Seeing you try to dance around me, I decide to do something a little tricky. My feet shift positions and I take a south-paw stance. My left is now cocked back and I swing a hefty left hook, smashing it into your guard. I am by no means ambidextrous, but perhaps this will make you think twice before diving in like that again.
emilia_da_ass: My fist bounces off your elbow, still hearing some breath disappear, I know you're not invincible, like some unbreakable rock that I'm stuck against... so I'll just have to grind you down. Still, as all this runs through my mind, I watch as you shift, your left cocking and firing into my guard as I brace. Your usual power wasn't there, but it's good to know. As you retract the left hook from my guard however, I choose to step in once more, following it's retreat, trying to fire yet another right hook into your ribs, working on your left ribcage, and launching a left jab towards your navel as I retreat off further to the side once more, trying to hold your guard in place and force you to have
to shift once more.
RuroniHS: I cringe when your fist hits my ribs... again. You were really working that spot and it is starting to become a problem. I decide this game isn't working. As you circle right, so do I, creating more distance between us and hopefully throwing off your strategy. From here, I am almost behind you, and I have a good angle on your kidney. It's a barely legal shot... but still technically legal. I don't switch stances just yet, but swing a quick hook towards your exposed kidney. Maybe if I worked the body some more your legs won't work the way you want them to.
emilia_da_ass: My fist drills into your ribs once more, and I can see it's having an impact now in how your left arm, your guard faltering and your blows becoming more and more right dominated. You throw my strategy off however, circling right with me, however I refuse to give you my back, pivoting on the spot so as to face you, and receiving your shot aimed god knows where into my lower left ribcage, driving a loud grunt from my lips. I know I have a second to act, knowing that you'd be hesitant to over extend your left arm for a second, so the chances of a follow up are slim, and as I'm slightly hunched over, I launch my own jab towards your navel area, hoping to double you over in conjunction.
RuroniHS: I chomp down on my mouthpiece, preparing for lots of pain, as neither one of us seems to want to back down. I feel my right connect and hear your reaction. I know I've hurt you and that this is my chance. Your jab thumps right into my navel and elicits a slight, "Hmpf" but you haven't been working my abs as you have my ribs, so those are still solid. However, you misjudge my intentions. I am certainly hurt, but I hate letting my opponent be the aggressor. With your body hunched down and your jab extended, I launch a powerful left uppercut towards your chin. I cringe as the bruising flesh around my ribs strains. Perhaps I'll regret it, but I'm willing to take the chance.
emilia_da_ass: As my fist connects with your abs, I watch you cock your left back for a blow. This bitch! I think to myself. With my body hunched over, and having only launched a jab, I'm able to pull my guard in and block my face, your uppercut slamming into the back of my gloves and forcing me upright one again with force, however the impact does little to stun or disorientate me. I quickly plant my left foot firmly behind me to brace myself, and firing an almost blind right hook, I aim my fist towards your left rib cage again, trying to capitalize on the hopefully sore and slower movement of your left arm.
RuroniHS: I can tell from the impact that it wasn't a solid blow. I know I'll need another hit to hurt you. I lean into a right straight, trying to plow it right into the center of your face. Just as my glove makes impact, BAM, a fiery pain shoots through my ribs. I pull my arm in, my face in anguish, and stagger all the way back to the ropes. I can only hope I managed to hurt you just as bad.
emilia_da_ass: With my right hand drilling itself into the side of your ribs, I left myself open to your panicked offensive defense; and you fire a right straight towards my face. My left hand is still held in guard, however your right knocks into it, smashing past it although changing course slightly, avoiding my nose but drilling me in the forehead, opening a small gash just above my eyebrow as I'm forced back a step with the blow. Blood only slowly trickles from the shot, and poses me no threat so the fight continues, and I steam across the ring, guard up, only to reach you as the bell rings, signaling the end of the round once more...
RuroniHS: I feel like I'm saved by the bell on that one. My side is throbbing, and I slump heavily into my chair. There's no denying I'm hurt and I don't try to hide it. I take a swig of water and close my eyes, just focusing on taking deep, steady breaths. I push the pain the to the back of my mind. I cut you! I could use that to my advantage now. With a new strategy in mind and my will -- if not my body -- reinvigorated, I rise up and bang my gloves at the bell.
emilia_da_ass: I move back across the ring and sit myself in my chair; as I take yet more sips of water, the small cut above my eye is tended, a tiny plaster stuck over it after it was cleaned up, a pat on the back and off you go... simple as that. I quickly rise back up to my feet now, preparing for round four knowing that you're going to be suffering severely on the left side of your body, that it gives me a side to exploit.
ROUND 4
emilia_da_ass: The bell chimes for round four, and I start it off by immediately prancing in circles around the ring towards my right, staying wide, and forcing you turn your body using your left side, hoping to strain it once more before even throwing a punch; without even closing distance.
RuroniHS: I knew you would try this. I needed to protect my left side, and you were sure to continue punishing it. However, I wasn't out of tricks yet. I eye our position in the ring. You circle, I pivot, and just as your back is to a corner, I launch a quick right straight at your diaphragm. It doesn't have to connect perfectly, just push you back. By knowing where you're going I can put you where I want, and I try to put you in the corner.
emilia_da_ass: I had no issue playing my dangerous game, because I knew I had ways out... and I do. Your shot to the diaphragm is a lunge at best, barely connecting and doing little more than forcing me backwards as you'd hoped. That's fine, as whilst you retract your punch, I leap in for a clinch up, and taking advantage of your crippled side, sway us in such a manner so as to force your left side to cave under the pressure, rotating with me as the ref steps into break us up, switching the positioning up as I grin, holding my guard high.
RuroniHS: My left side was hurt, sure, but a little bit of pain wouldn't make me crumble. I can take a cheap trick... and dish one out myself. As we clinch, our heads come close. I grind my forehead against yours, knocking the plaster over your cut loose. It wasn't a headbutt, just some "accidental" head contact that was expected during a clinch. And when the ref splits us apart, I shoot a quick right jab at the cut. It didn't matter if you blocked. Your own leather would rub against it, gradually tearing it open.
emilia_da_ass: As I pivot you, you play your own naughty game, and on the split, before my guard is set your jab only brushes my forehead, but I can feel the trickle of blood once more. Still, a small amount of blood won't slow me down, not in a long-shot! With my guard high, and my cheap trick giving me positional advantage, I press forwards, firing a left jab towards the chin followed by a right hook at your ribs, followed by a left jab at the chin again, and repeat, trying to force you to keep your guard up to protect your chin, whilst exposing your ribs for further pummeling.
RuroniHS: I keep my left arm pressed against my ribs at all costs. I can't take any more of those damn hooks there. I'm basically turtling at this point, swatting away your jabs to my chin, tanking the hooks to my arm. I have to muster a defense before you just completely tear me apart. However, you have a steady rhythm and pattern to your punches. The next time you throw your left jab, I hook a right uppercut beneath it, trying to really dig beneath your rib cage. Let's see how you liked some rib punishment.
emilia_da_ass: Your hooked uppercut hits me out of no-where and stuns my assault; forcing me back a few steps reeling, creating space between us as I straighten myself out. I don't want to give up my advantage though, and let you out of the corner I was forcing you into slowly, I toughen up my guard and stride back in, feigning as you have done so many times with a jab to your chin, only to drop a hook aimed towards your right sided ribs this time.
RuroniHS: I'm relieved that I'm able to fight my way out of the corner. I can still win this fight yet! I see your jab coming and go to swat it away, but there's no impact. Shit! I can't get my arm down in time to block your hook, but there's that little streak of red, completely unguarded. I tense my body and brace for impact, but also throw a corkscrew right directly at the cut, hoping the twisting motion will tear the cut even worse. "Huuuugh!" I shudder from the rib shut, but at least my right side is still strong.
emilia_da_ass: The shot to your ribs lands perfectly as I'd hoped, however what I had counted on was your response, drilling me in the forehead. I can feel the stream of red picking up over my forehead now, the occasional drip falling over my face. This bitch! I think to myself, bringing myself back round, my guard reset by default as we stare one another down.
RuroniHS: The blood from your cut is starting to flow. Hopefully, it will start to interfere with you vision. I grit my teeth and push forward, ending the round with a few hooks towards that cut. Maybe I can score some points with some last minute aggression at the end of the round. DING. The bell rings and I back off, sweating profusely and breathing heavily, but nowhere near defeated.
emilia_da_ass: The bell rings as you spend the last few seconds peppering shots into my guard before hand... the second that round finishes though, I turn and march to my corner, plopping onto my stool as I take some more sips of water and get that cut looked at again... this time the bandaging job is shoddy; and there is still a trickle come the time I get back up, but I can't let it slow me down; not now.
RuroniHS: I sit gingery on my stool. Just breathe, in and out. My priority right now is pain management. My head is clear and my legs are still sturdy. If I can just power through this last round, I know I can take the fight. I have ice applied to numb the pain in my bruised ribs and sip some water. Time to go for broke and burn everything left in the tank.
ROUND 5
RuroniHS: The bell rings for the final round, and I hold my left glove out to tap gloves. It would be a shame not to show some sportsmanship after such a great fight. Win or lose, you had my respect. However, once our gloves touch, it's all business. My strategy is likely predictable, keeping my left arm pressed to my ribs, and firing some stiff jabs towards your eye. I dig deep in my energy reserves to put a bit of power in those jabs while keeping them snappy. No reason to hold back now.
emilia_da_ass we touch gloves in the middle of the ring; the first time since the start of round one; this brutal war showing its toll. I know what your strategy will be this time though; protect your left, so watch the right hand; and as predicted, you fire a jab, which I'm able to side step, and I fire a left hook into your abs, and I launch a following right towards your tender ribs.
RuroniHS: Your hook lands right into my abs, winding me a bit, but then comes the left hook. The same left hook you have thrown over a dozen times already. I didn't change my strategy so I'd know how you'd react. I have one last trick left for you, one I hope you don't see coming. As your hook swings in, I abandon guarding my ribs. I twist my body so your punch lands further back along the ribs. Painful, but not crippling. Then, I let my left cross fly, trying to whip you right across the chin. Our two shots would land at the same time, but hopefully mine would be the money shot.
emilia_da_ass: You cross blindsides me... I never even considered you'd have the movement left do it, and as my blow hits; so does yours. Right across my chin. The whole world slows down for a minute; everything creeping by as I stagger backwards my mind racing about nothing; my feet staggering; and that's when it happens... my vision goes black... 6.... 7.... 8... that's when my vision slowly comes back in... fuck...
RuroniHS: Time slows down as I see you topple. Did I actually do it? I wince in pain as the ref ushers me to the neutral corner. I stare at you splayed out on the ground. You look like you're out cold. By 6, I see you start to stir. "Noooo... stay down. Stay the fuck down..." 9... 10! And you're out! I throw my right fist up and let out a cry of victory. "HELL YEAAAHHHH!" However, my left arm is still pressed against my aching side. It is a victory, but I'll be feeling this one for a while.
