RD 1:The first round was mostly Brie as she kept the distance with her reach and used her weight advantage to push SMG around. Despite the bullying, SMG did slip in a few times underneath Brie's punches and got body shots in.
RD 2: More of the same. Brie controlled the distance with her jabs. SMG eventually slipped in and had more body shots. It was clear that working Brie's body was the way to go. Meanwhile, Brie got more comfortable with her bullying, but SMG kept her cool.
RD 3 Was all Brie. She played with SMG for most of the round, upping her bully tactics with slaps to the head and face shoves until the ref laid her foot down. SMG slipped under one punch but got rocked in the jaw for it. Brie followed it up with 1-2 combos that pressured SMG into the corner. She held her own, but by the end of the round, her top was smeared and starting to show patches of her chest.
*SMG's manager gave her an earful. "You've gotta keep your cool, kiddo. You've already proven you can slip inside-- so get in there and turn her insides into mush."
RD 4: It's Brie's night so far. She controlled the pace with her jab, taunted SMG, and baited her into a shove that got her a warning from the ref. SMG did however, end the round with some momentum after a successful feint opened up Brie's abs for a three-punch combo that visibly rocked her.
* The body shots toward the end damaged some of Brie's top exposing some underboob. She smirks and taunts SMG. "You like what you see?"
RD 5: Brie beat on her the entire round. She bullied SMG, smacked her around, and didn't let up for a second. SMG threw a punch; Brie slapped her away and followed it up with several shots to SMG's head. At one point, SMG was beaten into a corner and visibly gave up on throwing a punch- it was met with more head-rattling shots.
*SMG needed help getting to her corner. She nearly missed the stool when she sat down. Her gear was in tatters and probably wouldn't last the next round.
"WHAT THE FUCK, SARAH! LOOK AT BRIE OVER THERE, LOOSE AND ENJOYING HERSELF!" yelled her manager. "Stop being scared!"
"I'm not scared!" SMG murmured through gritted teeth, her eyes never leaving Brie's smug face.
"Yeah, you are."
RD 6: Brie made SMG her bitch. The only impressive thing about Sarah was that she refused to go down despite everything she ate. Brie's punches had no chill, they were like a barista making a drink with too much ice - cold, hard, and unforgiving. Each hit echoed around the arena. Then, Sarah found an opening and threw an uppercut to the body that literally brought Brie to her tiptoes. But it was all the offense she would muster as Brie became furious and beat her top off.
*The bell rang; Sarah dragged herself by the ropes and was tended to immediately; Brie retreated to her corner, all but securing the win and just waiting till she put SMG down. That rib shot had pissed her off to no end.
"You're not gonna make it 15, SARAH! If you don't listen to me. You won't even make it to 10. You want me to just go ahead and throw in the towel?"
"Don't you FUCKING dare!"
"Now where was that fucking anger out there?"
"She's hurt," SMG said.
"I know. And you know what to do about it."
RD 7: Dizzy, exhausted, topless, and massively behind on points made no difference to SMG as she came out into the seventh swinging. It helped that Brie, no matter how hard she tried to hide it, was favoring her ribs. Every step she took, every punch she threw, she winced in pain. Brie was visibly frustrated, unable to keep the distance she needed to control the fight. The crowd's energy spiked, sensing a change in the tides. SMG went off on her body. Brie could do nothing but backpedal--into her corner. They could do nothing but yell useless instructions as her midsection got dismantled and every bit of her top was beaten off her body. SMG kept her in the corner for the last eight seconds of the round, making sure her corner got a real good look at her destruction.
* SMG went back to her corner, and her manager sang a different tune. Fired up and told her to go in for the kill. The crowd was on their feet; SMG was pumped.
Brie's team was beside themselves.
"WHAT THE GOD DAMN FUCK WAS THAT, BRIE?"
"I don't kn-"
"You better not fucking tell me I don't know!"
"I just couldn't get the jab working for me."
"You just couldn't get any fucking thing working for you."
"My ribs. She got me good. I'm having trouble breathing."
*"Ok, you gotta play it smart in this round. Listen, keep her distant, and double up your jabs. There's no hiding your injury, so you best keep it protected because she's gonna come for it, understood?" Brie's coach was a blur of frantic movements as she spoke.
RD 8: Brie did her best to keep away and guard her injury, but Sarah went to the feints, catching Brie off guard and rattling her. It wasn't long before Brie lost her cool and threw the plan out of the window and went at Sarah. It turned out to be a mistake as her corner watched her swing more wildly, only to get caught each time. But like SMG before, she refused to fall. The crowd was going wild. They didn't know who to cheer for anymore.
* Both corners had the same end game plan: Beat the other to within an inch of their life. Brie's corner could tell she was getting too angry and wasn't listening to what they were saying. It took her trainer literally slapping her in the face to get her to listen, Meanwhile, Sarah's manager and her had already come to an unspoken game plan: shatter Brie's ribs to pieces.
RD 9: The next three minutes were a whirlwind of violence. Both fighters were on the offensive, but it was clear that SMG had the edge with her precision and unyielding aggression. She kept her eyes locked on Brie's ribs, throwing punch after punch, aiming to exploit the weakness she had discovered. Each hit sent a wave of pain through Brie's body, making her wince and grit her teeth. Despite her pain, Brie kept throwing wild haymakers, her anger and frustration fueling her every move. But it was SMG who was methodical in her attacks, chipping away at Brie's defenses. Brie may have gotten some advantages from bullying, but she also knew how to do it the old-fashioned way. She clobbered Sarah into the side ropes and picked her off from a distance. Jabs, crosses, hooks all aimed at her head and face- and they all connected. But she couldn't keep up the pace; the wheezing in her breathing gave away the condition her ribs were in. SMG fired back. Using her body hooks to steer, she forced Brie into a neutral corner and teed off. The round ended with Brie barely able to stand straight up and SMG seeing double.
RD 10: Brie was topless; Her shorts were completely gone from her left leg and half of her pussy was exposed. SMG was disheveled, her hair was a disaster and mixed with colors that had rubbed off from Brie's gloves. The sweat poured from her tits causing a blur of colors smeared on her ass cheeks and in her pubes. Despite their conditions, they picked up where they left off. The crowd was on edge, screaming and stomping their feet as the two ladies took turns driving each other into the corners until one could fight out; they would brawl in the middle of the ring. Brie wheezed and coughed.
"I'm going to fucking knock your---
But her ribs wouldn't allow her to finish talking- and one second of closing her eyes the next time she winced was all SMG needed. She took Brie off her feet with a body shot that murdered her ribs and rolled her eyes in the back of her head as she folded in half.
"You're gonna what, bitch?" Sarah yelled as she was ordered to get to a neutral corner. Her voice was hoarse, and her breathing labored, but the fire in her eyes was unmistakable. She had seen the agony etched on Brie's face and felt the power behind that last shot. She knew she had hurt her, and she was eager to capitalize on it.
The referee began the count. She pushed herself back eight, with the pain in her ribs screaming with each movement. The crowd was on their feet, their screams echoing.
Her corner had seen enough. The towel lay on the canvas next to the stool, but Brie knew what was going on, and she stomped on it and refused to move.
"Don't you dare!" Brie roared through gritted teeth. Despite her agony, she was not ready to admit defeat. Her ribs felt like they were on fire, but she knew that if she could just stay on her feet, she had a chance to turn the tide back in her favor.
RD 11: It was a nightmare for Brie's corner. Sarah stayed inside and refused to leave like an overstaying guest. Every time Brie tried to clench it was followed by a 1-2 combo to her tits and ribs, but she stood firm. SMG was throwing everything she had into Brie's midsection, hoping to make her fold. Yet, Brie remained standing, her fists up, refusing to give in.
* As Sarah went back to her corner when the bell rang, Brie shoved her in the back of her head and refused to go to her corner. Choosing to continue the next round immediately.
"Brie, what are you doing?" Her coach was trying to get her to move, but she was adamant.
"I'm ending this shit. I'm through playing around with you bitch!"
"Let's go cxnt!" Sarah yelled as she was being pulled away.
Sarah's corner watched as Brie's manager argued with her over the towel. She could barely stand straight up, but she snatched the towel and tossed it out of the ring.
Sarah smiled, but her trainer put a stop to that.
"Don't you dare get cocky. There are still four rounds left. Do you hear me?" SMG's trainer growled.
Before the next round began, Brie's trainer looked her square in her eyes and told her, "You've got one more round. You need to remember your place--I train YOU. You don't go out there and show me something, the towel WILL be thrown in."
RD 12: Brie pushed as much pain aside as she could. She didn't care about how fucked up her ribs would be, she cared about now. Now, she had Sarah on the back pedal. She beat Sarah and had her bouncing in the corner like a pinball machine. The crowd was insane, unsure who was going to come out on top. Brie threw everything she had into every hit, her eyes burning with determination. Each time SMG tried to counter, Brie anticipated it and blocked, her movements surprisingly quick for someone in so much pain. Sarah was beat until she couldn't hold her guard up; Brie tried to crush her skull in with head hooks that had the crowd wincing. Sarah fell into Brie's arms but began driving her back to the center with upper cuts to the liver and jabs that smashed her tits against her ribcage. It was down to one minute in the round. Sarah and Brie stood naked in the center ring, throwing with reckless abandon. They took turns throwing their hardest and taunting and refusing to drop.
And then SMG dropped Brie for a second time.
Brie had tried to clutch, but she got caught in the ribs when it opened her up. The hit turned her legs to jelly, and it felt like everything moved around at high speed and then stopped and collided with each other in her stomach. One more to her tits and an uppercut on her way down and Brie went down face first -out before she hit the canvas.
Sarah had to be held up by the ropes but still found the energy to fist pump the air as Brie laid on the canvas. She didn't move. Between Brie's corner screaming their head off to get her to get up, Sarah's corner screaming for the ref to hurry the count, and the crowd louder than a jet on a carrier, it's a wonder the count could be heard at all.
Sarah felt like she had no oxygen left, her tits red and swollen and her hair standing on end, but She hoped she had done it. The ref was at seven and Brie had not moved or rolled over; Her toned ass cheeks jiggled and sparkled in the lights from the sweat.
When the ref made it to ten, she called the KO, and the bell and the arena exploded. Sarah's corner charged into the ring with her robe and caught her as she collapsed, while Brie's corner worked with the doctor to bring her back to consciousness. Her hand was raised, and her name announced. She had survived the longest thirty-six minutes of her life.
As she glared at the unconscious naked ass of her opponent, she had zero sympathy.
