The two women stood across from each other in the dimly lit boxing gym, their bodies glistening with a light sheen of sweat even before the fight began. Lisa adjusted her stance, rolling her shoulders, her sharp green eyes never leaving Diane’s. Diane smirked, flexing her fingers, her muscles tensed and ready.
The silence between them was thick with anticipation.
They lunged at each other, bodies colliding with a dull, sweaty smack. Lisa immediately tried to muscle Diane into a headlock, but Diane braced herself, driving a knee into Lisa’s taut midsection. Lisa grunted but held firm, her arms tightening as she fought to control Diane. The blonde twisted, trying to break free, but Lisa used her superior leverage to jerk Diane forward, sending her stumbling. Diane recovered quickly, lunging back in with a wild swing that Lisa barely dodged. Lisa countered with a sharp forearm across Diane’s chest, sending her staggering backward. But Diane wasn’t finished—she spun and drove an elbow into Lisa’s ribs, making the brunette grunt in pain. Lisa retaliated with a sharp shove, and the two circled again, chests heaving, eyes locked in fierce determination before they lunged into another brutal clash.
Diane recovered quickly, slamming her palm into Lisa’s sternum, shoving her back a step. Seizing the moment, she launched forward, driving her shoulder into Lisa’s midsection and knocking her off balance. Lisa hit the canvas with a grunt, but as Diane climbed on top to pin her down, Lisa bucked her hips violently, sending Diane sprawling to the side. Both women scrambled to their knees, breathing hard, their eyes locked in fiery determination.
Lisa struck first, her open palm smacking Diane’s face with a sharp crack. Diane’s head snapped to the side, her cheek stinging, but she answered with a vicious slap of her own. The sound echoed through the gym, and Lisa’s lips curled into a snarl. They lunged again, locking up in a fierce grapple, their sweat-slicked bodies straining as they fought for dominance.
Lisa twisted Diane to the side, forcing her off balance, then yanked her down onto the mat with a hard thud.
Wasting no time, she scrambled onto Diane’s back, her knee grinding into her spine as she wrenched one arm behind her back. Diane gritted her teeth, a hiss of pain escaping her lips, but Lisa only leaned in closer, her breath hot against her rival’s ear.
"You’re not getting up from this, Diane," Lisa purred, twisting Diane’s arm harder, making her back arch painfully. "You might as well start begging now."
Diane clenched her teeth, a sharp cry ripping from her throat as white-hot pain shot through her lower back. Her fingers clawed at the canvas, her breath coming in ragged gasps. But Lisa wasn’t done. She reached down, tangled her fingers in Diane’s short blonde hair, and yanked her head back viciously.
Diane let out a strangled scream, her scalp burning as Lisa’s grip tightened. Her neck arched, her eyes squeezed shut against the searing pain. "Ahhh! Damn you, Lisa!" she hissed, her body trembling under the relentless hold.
Lisa smirked, pulling harder, forcing Diane to look up at the dim lights above them. “That’s it,” Lisa purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Scream for me, Diane. Let them all hear you beg.”
Diane’s body burned, her spine twisted to its limit, her scalp throbbing under Lisa’s merciless grip. Her neck was wrenched back at a cruel angle, exposing her grimacing face to the dim overhead lights. She let out a choked, ragged scream, her hands flying up to claw desperately at Lisa’s grip, but the relentless pull only intensified. Her body trembled from the combined agony of her arched spine and the searing pain radiating through her scalp.
Rage and humiliation swirled inside her, her pride warring against the sheer torment. She had been in tough fights before, suffered brutal holds, but the way Lisa was punishing her now—savoring her screams, controlling her like a plaything—sent a shudder through her that was equal parts fury and dread. Was Lisa really going to break her? Could she endure this??
Lisa suddenly yanked Diane up by her hair, forcing her to her feet. Diane’s scalp burned, and she let out a strangled yelp as Lisa dragged her across the ring.
With a cruel smirk, Lisa backed Diane into the corner, pressing her against the turnbuckle. Diane gasped as her spine hit the padding, her arms hanging over the top ropes, trapped.
Lisa leaned in close, her breath hot against Diane’s face. "You’re mine now, you pathetic little bitch," she sneered, her emerald eyes blazing with cruel delight. She suddenly yanked Diane’s head back by the hair, wrenching her neck at a vicious angle. Diane’s body arched, her throat exposed, a choked cry escaping her lips. "Yeah, that’s right," Lisa purred mockingly. "Squeal for me like the weak little whore you are."
Then Lisa’s fist shot up, an uppercut smashing into Diane’s breast like a sledgehammer. The impact sent a violent shockwave through Diane’s chest, her mouth twisting open in a strangled, breathless scream. Her knees buckled, her entire body convulsing from the searing pain. Lisa’s wicked grin only widened. "What’s the matter, Diane? Didn’t expect those soft tits of yours to be such an easy target?" Before Diane could even catch her breath, another savage uppercut crushed into the battered flesh, forcing a broken, agonized shriek from her lips. "Go on, scream for me, bitch," Lisa sneered, yanking Diane’s head back viciously by the hair. "Let everyone know I own you."
Lisa grinned, savoring the sight of her rival writhing in pain. She twisted her fingers deeper into Diane’s hair, yanking her head back cruelly, forcing Diane’s throat to arch as she let out a strangled cry. "Scream for me, Diane," Lisa purred, her breath hot against her rival’s face. "Let them all hear you beg."
Diane’s scalp burned, her eyes squeezed shut against the pain, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Lisa gave another sharp tug, eliciting a fresh shriek. "That’s right," Lisa mocked. "Sing for me, bitch. Let them know who owns you."
Diane’s body trembled with fury, but her pain-stricken moan betrayed her suffering. Lisa reveled in it, twisting her fingers deeper into Diane’s hair and yanking her head back, forcing her throat into full view. Diane let out a strangled, guttural scream, her scalp feeling like it was being ripped from her skull. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she fought against the relentless hold.
Lisa sneered, pressing her knee between Diane’s legs, pinning her in place. "That’s right, you worthless piece of trash," she hissed, tightening her grip. "Scream for me. Let them hear what a beaten bitch sounds like."
Lisa’s smirk deepened as she suddenly slammed Diane’s head back against the turnbuckle with a sickening thud.
Diane realized she was in a desperate battle and had to fight dirty. With a sudden snarl, she jerked her head forward, smashing a brutal headbutt into Lisa’s face. Lisa grunted in shock, her grip faltering just enough for Diane to shove her back.
Rolling free, Diane scrambled up to her knees, breathing hard as Lisa shook off the impact. Lisa tried to close the gap, but Diane struck first, her fist rocketing into Lisa’s ribs. Lisa gasped, staggering slightly, and Diane seized the moment, surging forward and tackling her down onto her back with a fierce, determined growl.
Now it was Diane’s turn to take control. She straddled Lisa’s waist, locking her thighs around Lisa’s sides, squeezing brutally. Lisa arched her back, her face contorted in pain as Diane’s powerful legs crushed her ribs.
(to be continued)
