I watch Sera enter the room, looking her up and down and smirk. "Oh, honey, I'm gonna enjoy messing you up!" I push off the wall and roll my shoulders briefly, and then get my fists up. "Let's go, bitch!" I rush right at her, swinging my fists at her face left and right.
My fist shoots skyward, instinctively shifting into a ready fighting stance. You rush me, a sudden charge, and I cross my forearm to deflect your right, but your left still cracks against my temple, a jolt of pain. 'Ughh, you bitch!' I snarl, the words ripped out as I unleash my right, a blur of motion aimed square at your face, then slam my left deep into your surprisingly frail ribs."
The instant your knee slams into me, a searing shot of agony rips through my core, but I swallow the scream, a fierce snarl twisting my lips. "Is that all, Brit? Pathetic!" Instead of letting go, I tighten my death-grip on your shoulders, using your own pathetic momentum to shove you violently away from me. As you stumble back, completely off-balance and looking lost, I pounce on the opening, unleashing a rapid-fire, savage barrage of short, brutal hooks to your unprotected face and those scrawny ribs. "You're done! You hear me? Done!" I won't give you a single breath to recover. You're going down.
Right away our fists start to fly. Even as I feel the satisfying thump my my fist against your temple, yours crashes into my cheek, whipping my face to the side. Then you slam your left into my ribs with a dull thud. "Nnnngh! Fuck you!" I groan, grimacing as my body jerks from the blow. I hold my side for a moment, but then swing back with a swift right cross to your jaw. I then grab your shoulders and pull you towards me, slamming a knee low into your belly.
The instant your knee slams into me, a searing shot of agony rips through my core, but I swallow the scream, a fierce snarl twisting my lips. "Is that all, slut? Pathetic!" Instead of letting go, I tighten my grip on your shoulders, using your own pathetic momentum to shove you violently away from me. As you stumble back, completely off-balance and looking lost, I pounce on the opening, unleashing a rapid-fire, savage barrage of short, brutal hooks to your unprotected face and those scrawny ribs. "You're done fucking bitch! You hear me? "
You rush at me with a vicious serious of blows. My face whips to the side and I bring my arms up to guard the next hit, but you fist thumps painfully into my ribs. "Ohhhh..." I groan, backing up as I take your punches on my arms and ribs. My left side is all red and starting to bruise and I'm really starting to feel the pain from your hits, but I manage to duck under one of your punches and launch a counter-attack. I swing a left hook, right hook combo at your stomach, then work my way up your body with a pair of jabs to your tits, and I finish it off with a right cross to your jaw. "Fuck you, Sera! I'm gonna fuck you up!"
You come at me with a vicious series of blows, and my jaw lights up with a sharp, burning pain, sending me stumbling back. "Ugh! You little rat!" I spit, my cheek already bruising and a fresh ache settling in my ribs from your earlier hits. I can taste blood, but I refuse to give you the satisfaction.
Instead of taking more, I lunge, tackling you low, arms clamping around your waist in a desperate, bone-crushing grip. "Let's see how tough you are on the ground, bitch!" I roar, heaving and twisting with every ounce of my strength to drag you down. We hit the dusty floor hard, a cloud of gritty debris exploding around us. We're a tangled mess of limbs, struggling, but I fight like hell, scrambling immediately to get on top of you, elbowing and kneeing for position. Your thrashing is wild, but I dig in, finally managing to pin your shoulders to the floor. Before you can even get a breath, my fists are a blur, raining down short, brutal punches to your face and head. "This is over! You're done, Bitch! You hear me? Done!"
Our bodies smack together and we wrestle on the dirty floor. Eventually you get on top, your body pressing down on mine, and your fists come flying down. They smack my face again and again, whipping it back and forth. "Gahhh! Fucking hell!" I feel my eye bruising and my nose starts to trickle with blood. I curl my arms over my face to protect myself, but then swing my legs up and wrap them around your waist. I squeeze your body with my thighs and twist, rolling us over and reversing our positions. "You're the one who's done, bitch!" I shout down at you as I grab your hair and repeatedly bang your head against the floor.
Our bodies smack together and we wrestle on the dirty floor. I eventually get on top, my body pressing down on yours, and my fists come flying down. They smack your face again and again, whipping it back and forth. "Gahhh! Fucking hell!" I hear you groan, feeling the satisfying give of flesh under my knuckles. I see your eye bruising and your nose starts to trickle with blood. "That's right, bleed for me, Brittney!" I snarl. You curl your arms over your face to protect yourself, but then, with a desperate burst of strength I didn't expect, you swing your legs up and wrap them around my waist. My eyes widen for a split second as you squeeze my body with your thighs and twist, a sudden, powerful roll that sends us sprawling, reversing our positions.
"You're the one who's done, bitch!" you shout down at me, your voice ragged but triumphant. Before I can even register the shift, your hand is in my hair, a searing pain as you yank. Then, the world spins and my head slams against the grimy floor, once, twice, a sickening crack that reverberates through my skull. A blinding flash of white, then stars. A guttural groan tears from my throat, my vision blurring, a wave of nausea washing over me. The smell of dust and old decay fills my nostrils. Every impact sends a fresh jolt of agony through my spine, but a raw, animalistic fury ignites within me. No! Not like this!
Even as the third blow rocks my head, I use the jarring impact to my advantage. My arms, though pinned, are still free enough to move. With a desperate surge of strength, I lock my legs around one of yours, twisting my hips with a sudden, violent jerk. It's a clumsy, desperate move, but it throws your balance off. Your weight shifts, and for a crucial second, the pressure on my head lessens. That's all I need. I arch my back, bucking hard, throwing every last ounce of my battered strength into flipping us back. My shoulder digs into your side, and with a grunt, I manage to roll us sideways, breaking your hold on my hair and sending us sprawling again. I don't care about getting on top right now, just getting you off me. I come up scrambling on all fours, spitting dust, my head ringing, eyes locked on you. "You wanna play dirty, BITCH? Let's play really dirty!"
I push up to my hands and knees, glaring at you, panting hard. Sweat rolls down my face and I wipe the blood from my nose, smearing a bit of dirt from the floor across my face. I stare you down for a few moments before finally shouting, "I'm gonna fucking tear you apart!" I lunge at you, clawing at your cheek with my right and and swinging my left fist into your body, just below your ribs. "Fuck you!"
Your nails rake across my cheek, a sudden sting that makes me hiss, but the pain is a sharp clarity, cutting through the haze in my head. My fingers instinctively brush against the fresh line of fire on my skin. Your fist slams into my already tender ribs, making me gasp, and a white-hot agony spears through my left side, making me clench my teeth so hard my jaw aches. I can feel the area swelling, a deep, angry throb starting where your punch connected just below my bra line. It's a relentless ache, a dull background thrum that intensifies with every move, every breath.
My head still rings from where you slammed it against the floor, a constant, throbbing pressure behind my eyes. The initial blinding flash has faded, but a persistent dizziness makes the room subtly tilt, and I'm hyper-aware of the dull ache spreading down my neck. My cheekbone, where you grazed it earlier, feels tender and a little puffy, the beginnings of what I know will be a dark bruise later. Each breath, each jarring movement, sends a fresh jolt through my battered frame, but I refuse to acknowledge it outwardly. "Try harder, bitch!" I snarl, even as the impact steals my breath.
I don't bother getting fully to my feet. Still low, almost like a predator, I duck under your next flailing swing, my head ringing but my eyes sharp on your midsection. As you over-extend, I drive my shoulder hard into your gut, a brutal, concussive blow meant to double you over. My right hand, a blur, grabs a fistful of your pink crop top, yanking it tight, pulling you off balance and into my space. With my left hand, I clench my knuckles and deliver a short, vicious uppercut directly to your chin, hoping to snap your head back and end this once and for all. "Who's tearing who apart now, you fucking whore!" I spit, my voice raw with rage.
As I rush at you, your shoulder slams right into my stomach, making me fold right over you with a guttural groan. As I gasp for air, you pull on my top and your fist cracks against my chin. My head snaps up and I see the ceiling for a moment, before falling flat on my back. My head is spinning, my jaw throbbing in pain, but I'm not going to just let you end it like that. Before you can get on top of me, I draw my leg in, and kick up at your face. "Fuck off, hoe!"
My uppercut connects, sending your head snapping back, and I see the brief, disoriented look in your eyes before you fall flat. Yes! A surge of grim satisfaction goes through me. But that satisfaction is immediately replaced by a fresh, searing pain. Just as I'm about to follow through, to drop down and finish this, your foot shoots up. Your heel slams into my nose with a sharp crack that echoes in the dusty room, and an explosive burst of pain makes my eyes water uncontrollably. "GAHHH! F-Fuck!" I scream, staggering back a step, one hand flying up to my face. The world tilts violently, and I can already feel the warm gush of blood starting to pour from my nostrils. My vision swims, blurry with tears and the sudden, intense pain.
"You're a dead bitch!" I rasp, my voice thick with rage and the growing pressure in my head. This fight has gone too far for anything but brutality now. Ignoring the blinding pain in my nose and the dizziness, I force my eyes open, locking onto your prone form. You're trying to gain distance, but I won't let you. Before you can even think about getting to your feet, I launch myself forward, a desperate, feral charge. My goal isn't a clean punch or a strategic move now; it's just to pin you down, to smother you, to pound you until you stop moving. I'm past strategy, driven by raw fury and the mounting pain. I'm going to end this.
The kick to your face buys me a little time to get my bearings, but not much. As I look up, you're already flying at me, your rage-filled body slamming down on top of mine. "Uuugh!" I groan, my whole body jerking from the impact. My head is still spinning, and I grasp and claw at your face, my fingers finding your hair and curling in it. I hold your head steady with my one hand and just start punching up at you with the other, hoping you give out before I do.
My head is still spinning from the impact of your kick and the earlier floor slams, and your fingers find my hair, curling into it, pulling hard. You're trying to hold my head, trying to steady it as you punch up, short, wild jabs aimed at my face. Each one is a fresh jolt, connecting with my already tender jaw, my bleeding nose, my bruised cheek.
"Never, you pathetic whore!" I spit, blood flecking my words. You're trying to punch up, but your leverage is terrible. I feel the impacts, yes, but they lack real power now. My elbows dig into your chest, pushing down with all my weight to keep you pinned. With one arm, I pin your punching arm to the floor, twisting it hard until I hear a strained grunt of pain from you. With my other hand, despite your grip on my hair, I pull your head back by your chin, exposing your throat. My eyes are feral, fixed on your exposed neck.
I groan in agony as your elbows dig into my breasts. You pin my arm down and jerk my head back. You can feel my chest heaving up and down against yours as your bear down on me. "Gahhh... you fucking whore..." I gasp out, reaching up with my free hand. I claw at your face, desperately trying to push you off of me, but I can feel myself approaching my limits...
Your elbows dig into your breasts as I bear down, your pinned arm helpless, head wrenched back. "Gahhh... you fucking whore..." you gasp, your chest heaving against mine. My hammer-fist crashes against your jaw, and your head snaps, a sickening crack against the floor beneath. But then, your free hand flies up, those sharp nails raking my face, tearing a searing line across my cheek. The pain is immediate, hot, and undeniable. My already bruised ribs scream from the strain, and my nose feels like it's on fire, pulsing with relentless agony. My head, still reeling from being slammed against the floor, threatens to black out. I'm weak. I'm hurting. I'm at my limit.
A guttural cry of frustration rips from my throat. "You... you bitch!" The blood from my nose gushes faster now, mixing with the sweat and dirt, obscuring my vision. I can't keep this pressure, not like this. My hold on your pinned arm loosens fractionally, my knees digging less effectively. Taking advantage of my momentary shock and pain, you buck hard beneath me. With a desperate, choked yell, I scramble off you, rolling sideways, gasping for air, clutching my face. The pain is a blinding fog, but even through it, my rage is a simmering, desperate inferno. I need to get up. Now.
Somehow, I manage to shove you off of me, but my whole body is screaming in pain. I roll away, gasping and groaning, until I come to the wall of the room. I lean against the cracked, peeling pain and use the wall to brace myself as I force myself to my feet. I glance over at you and see you struggling to rise as well. I spit out some blood to the side and prepare myself for what will surely be our final clash...
I gasp, my lungs burning, the dusty air scraping against my raw throat as I push up onto my hands and knees. My head throbs, a relentless drum against the inside of my skull, and the taste of my own blood is thick and metallic. My vision, though clearer, still blurs around the edges, especially the eye near the raw, stinging scratch on my cheek. Every single muscle screams in protest, a cacophony of pain from ribs, jaw, and nose. I'm battered, bruised, and bleeding. I'm at my physical limit, pushing past what I thought was possible.
But then I see you. You're against the wall, staggering, pushing yourself up, spitting blood. A grim, savage satisfaction cuts through the pain. You're just as broken as I am. Better, even. This is it. The end.
With a ragged, desperate groan that's more a battle cry than a sound of pain, I force myself to my feet, my legs trembling, but locked. My body is screaming for me to stop, to just collapse, but my will is a cold, hard knot of pure fury. My eyes, narrowed to slits of pure hatred, lock onto you. My hands, trembling slightly, clench into fists, stained with my own blood. I take a deep, shuddering breath, tasting blood and dust, and then I hear my own voice, raw and gravelly, "This is it, Brittney. No more running. No more games. You're going to pay for every single hit. This is your grave, bitch. And I'm going to dig it myself." I brace myself, every fiber of my being coiling, ready to unleash everything I have left in one final, devastating assault.
