Both women came out recognizing that if the fight went to round 15, it would be an unending round. They had tried to recuperate while still attacking one another. Their faces were swollen, their breasts were bruised and bloody, their hair was drenched with sweat. They were breathing through swollen mouths and bloody noses and even taking a breath required an effort. Donna's flank and Shelly's side were both bruised in a horrific bloom of purple, yellow and black.
The venom between the two women had only intensified. The crowd was in a frenzy as the two fighters came out to meet each other for the penultimate round. They were exhausted and damaged. They were intense but wary. They circled, putting their fists up as high as they could. Their arms ached. Donna threw the first punch. It caught Shelly in her badly damaged breast. "Oooh!" she winced and yelped. Stepping backwards and involuntarily cradling her breast. Donna moved towards her to follow up, and Shelly snapped a jab and caught her perfectly in her face. Donna's left eye really limited her field of vision.
Shelly leapt forward and wrapped her arms around Donna in a clinch. Donna pushed her sweaty body off, and went to swing but Shelly hit her first. The blow caught her in her stomach and then Shelly fired off a barage of punches. Every one of them landed. Donna crouched. Shelly's friends started cheering wildlly as the brunette threw every punch she could at Donna's body. SHe hit the blonde in the head, the arms, her big bruised tits, her gut. Donna was in trouble. She backpedaled, she tried to move to the side but Shelly pinned her against the wall and used her body to hold her there. Donna tried to fight her way off but she was being destroyed. The interloper was taking her apart. She knew she was losing as much as Shelly knew she was winning. She tried to push the brunette off so that she could get a respite and throw.a punch but she was too weakened and Shelly was too strong. The right hook slammed into her spleen right where her big bruise was. She yelped and grimaced. Her legs gave out. She almost peed on herself. She collapsed, again draped over the wall as Mindy jumped between the two fighters and began counting.
Donna threw up. For the first time that she could remember, she didn't want to keep fighting. The bitch was simply better than she was, or at least she seemed to be that night. Something had ruptured or broken or something with that last blow-- the pain was excruciating. Mindy got to 5. The blonde was a stubborn bitch though and she couldn't stay down. She pushed herself off the wall and struggled to her feet, leaning her ass against the low wall as she looked at Mindy and nodded she could fight.
Mindy had gotten to nine. "Don't do this, Donna, it's just a fight. She got you. You'll get her another time." Donna smirked through a swollen face at Mindy, who she sometimes fucked.
"Unless you want me to punch you, Mindy..." Donna said, "Get out of the way."
Mindy shrugged and said, "Okay..."
Donna came out at Shelly as fast as her sluggish legs would carry her. She swung a wide looping roundhouse punch that missed its mark widely and as her momentum carried her across her body, Shelly connected with a right hook that snapped Donna's head back. A left and then another right sent Donna spinning to the floor, tits up...
Donna lay on her back, quietly dazed, breathing ragged breaths. Shelly raised her arms in victory as she stumbled to her corner and her friends.
