[Fighting Lisa]

Sahara thinks she can take me, so we're gonna meet up in an empty room and see who gets knocked the fuck out.

Me:



Sahara:

[Fighting Lisa]

I walk into the empty room wearing my brown patterned bikini and head to the far wall. I stretch, but keep my eyes glued to the door as I wait for the bitch to enter. She was talking some serious shit, so I can't wait to start pounding on her pretty little face...

[Sahara]

There are people that you meet that you simply loathe on first sight.  Lisa is like that for me.  Sleek and arrogant - so full of herself.  I want nothing more than to crush her ego and break her body. 

So when she issued a challenge, I jumped at it.  To have her alone in a locked room, nothing to interrupt us - this is the chance I wanted.  Dressed provocatively in a slinky macrame bikini top and micro-skirt, I met her there.  Both of us were already breathing faster with anticipation of a brutal fistfight that will leave one of us limp and unconscious.

My eyes roamed over her as the door clicked shut.  Her lips and high cheekbones.  Her lithe body. Her full breasts.  My targets….as my fingers curled closed into fists. 

[Fighting Lisa]

I stop my stretching as soon as you enter the room, my eyes locked on you. This is the moment I've been waiting for! A chance to batter your face until it's swollen and warped, to hear your grunts of pain as I pound on your toned body, and to leave you a bloody mess. I roll my shoulders and bring my fists up in front of me, shooting you a smirk. "Oh, I'm gonna enjoy fucking you up," I say as I move to the center of the room.

[Sahara]

With us, there will be no circling.  No feinting. No retreat. No games. 

I meet you head-on in the center of the room, already swinging hard at your face.  My knuckles slash across your jawline, twisting your head, but it doesn’t land directly enough. 

But my left fist into your stomach does. I feel you tense your abs to absorb it - that works, for now.  But I’m going to beat those muscles into jelly, bitch.  Then I’ll gut you. 

[Fighting Lisa]

We come right at each other swinging, no bullshit, just fists. Your knuckles glance along my jawline, but it's the body blow that I really feel. "Mmmf!" I grunt as your fist thumps into my abs, making my body jerk a little. I don't back down, though, and thump a left hook into your ribs, following up with an overhand right aimed at your eye. There's no need to hold back in this slugfest!

[Sahara]

Adrenaline pumps into my bloodstream, driven by the flash of pain in my ribs and the crunch of bone on bone as your knuckles slam into my face just below my eyes.  My head snaps back and the immediate heat of swelling sends burning tears trickling from the corner of my eyes. 

Adrenaline…and fury.

My fists slam into your body in combination.  I want you unable to breathe without sobbing.  I want to feel your rib cartilage crack. I don’t give a fuck about knocking you out, not yet.  I want you broken with pain.   

My teeth clenched in a snarl, I drive my fist into the front of your right shoulder.  You can’t hit back if you can’t lift your arms, bitch.

[Fighting Lisa]

Your fists thump into my ribs like hammers. "Nnngh! Bitch!" I hiss, my body twisting as pain shoots up my sides. Then a third hit slams into my shoulder. I wince shaking the numbness out of my arm, and go to bury a pair of uppercuts into your gut. Let's see how your abs can hold out against some punishment!