[StanaKat]

A wry smile slides across my face as my first strike whisks wide of your midsection and you twist to the side, slowly circling towards my back. I laugh at your coy little taunt, stepping in sync with you.

The sheepish grin is quickly wiped from my lips as you snap a few sharp jabs into the middle of my leather gloves; the loud pops sending a buzz through the crowd.

Okay so this is serious?! I think to myself, shoving you back into the ropes with a bit of aggressiveness.

[justSara]

I may not be doing damage but I'm not intending to quite yet, instead enjoying the sound and feeling of my gloves connecting against yours and the sight of your widening eyes as I continue to dance around you, popping shots off your defense. Once I get comfortable in my rhythm I start to step forwards to throw in a right cross after one or two left jabs, just letting her rip against your defense, trying to smack it away or get penetration to your head.

My heart rate begins to settle, feeling nice and confident shooting from the outside. The crowd's cheering is incomprehensible, unable to decipher who they're really rooting for. In all likelihood, they just wanna see someone leave on a stretcher.

[Brandy Fit]

This is a good fight and gettin better.  Sara looking to be too much for Stana.

[StanaKat]

My torso wobbles a bit as all three of your strikes catch me with some power; though my head is safely tucked behind my curled forearms. I take a peek after your last strong right and snap a tight left hook towards your little belly button before ducking back behind my gloves...

Hands up, hands up, keep your fucking hands up I mumble to myself; the thought of completely laying you out with a flurry of punches desperately trying to shove any technique out of my game.

[justSara]

"Nnnnmmm..." I grunt as I flex my midsection to take your hook on my abs. I grin, showing off my mouthguard, pleased that you're making the first move to try and trade. I step forwards even closer, about a foot away from you, returning with my own left hook, this one aimed under your right ribcage. On the recoil I don't waste any time shooting my left back out with a doubled up jab, trying to keep you busy and contained right where I want you...

[StanaKat]

I pinch my elbows towards my side as your hook rips towards the side of my belly; "UUNNNNGGHHH..." my teeth gritting as your glove sinks in just below my ribs. I flex again in preparation for your next set of strikes, my eyes wincing as I manage to block the majority of their impact.

I drop back a bit as you press forward, pawing at you with my left hand in an effort to distract you before trying to sneak a strong bolo-punch between your hands and flush on your cheek. 

[fighternikki]

I'm not gonna follow the crowd on this one.  I wouldn't count Stana out!  She is gonna settle in and KO this biotch!!!

[justSara]

My eyes are narrowed and my face focused and concentrated, but underneath all that I'm smiling wide on the inside. I'm satisfied by the sound coming out of your mouth as I make contact, eager to get more juicy moans out of you. BAP BAP BAP go my oversized gloves as they ricochet off yours. You step back in minor retreat and I step with, tracking you with a laser-focused gaze, trying to press my advantage. You shoot out some weak pawing shots which I bob and weave past before taking a surprise clubbing shot to the side of my face...

"Uhhhshhh...!" I take a couple strong blinks after the unorthodox blow and furrow my brow, not liking the sting of your forearm/glove lighting up my cheek... I bend at the knees, lowering in my stance, then lean forwards into a couple piercing shots towards your midsection, alternating left then right. If I find contact I'm raising back up in my stance to drag my left glove upwards, going for a stubby uppercut under your chinny chin chin...!

[lilkristyclaws]

Just got caught up and this was very stimulating and a must read. Stana wants to beat her bad but Sara is going to deny her of that.  Sara has had control of her and this fight. 

[StanaKat]

I circle sideways pushing us towards the corner as my twisting strike snaps your head back, sending you stumbling over yourself. I press into you as you haunch down, digging into your stance and shooting a probing combo towards my taut tummy.

"UUUMMMMMMPPPHHH...GGGAAAHHHHH..." I moan, my mouthguard showing brightly as my eyes pinch shut, blinding me from your sniping uppercut. My head whips awkwardly back, tousled bits of my silky brown hair flinging over my eyes as I stagger back into the ropes, desperately curling up into a defensive posture.

[justSara]

Immediately once you're plastered towards the ropes, I press my advantage and step forwards, pushing out long, locating left and right jabs to keep you pinned. Looking up for a brief moment, I catch the glimpse of your agent and handlers on the sidelines looking horrified and regretful of their decision to send you out here.

It appears you're content to just curl up at the ropes to take shots off your guard and I'm happy to oblige, keeping you busy and frazzled. Eventually I start to rip uppercuts and hooks around or under your arms to try and get penetration with simple brute force!

[beautifulsouth]

My heart rate begins to settle, feeling nice and confident shooting from the outside. The crowd's cheering is incomprehensible, unable to decipher who they're really rooting for. In all likelihood, they just wanna see someone leave on a stretcher.

Sure Sara, two girls into the ring, one out on a stretcher that's what this thing is all about knock her out, hope it won't be you!   

[Brandy Fit]

Immediately once you're plastered towards the ropes, I press my advantage and step forwards, pushing out long, locating left and right jabs to keep you pinned. Looking up for a brief moment, I catch the glimpse of your agent and handlers on the sidelines looking horrified and regretful of their decision to send you out here.

It appears you're content to just curl up at the ropes to take shots off your guard and I'm happy to oblige, keeping you busy and frazzled. Eventually I start to rip uppercuts and hooks around or under your arms to try and get penetration with simple brute force!

Stana in big time trouble!  KNOCK OUT COMING!

[StanaKat]

I try to peer through my gloves, keeping curled up behind my guard as I take your jabs and shots to the body. I strain a bit as your countless looping hooks and uppercuts sink into my torso, but the lack of a powerful follow-up shot affords me a bit of time to recover from your clean blow to my chin.

I finally see a bit of an opening and lean hard into the ropes, bounding hard off them and throwing a springy uppercut toward your cute little button nose...hoping to catch you flush and bull my way out of the corner and out of trouble.

[justSara]

Stana supporters breathe a sigh of relief as you manage to weather the storm rather well, all things considered. I don't get as much oomph into the shots as I'd hope, and you take the opportunity to rally off the ropes. I easily spy you trying to lean into the ropes not to buckle down but to slingshot towards me and I brace myself for your inevitable lunge. Instead of trying to stand tall while you come forwards, I lean towards you myself, turning off to the right slightly to try and meet you half way, blocking you with my body and trying to press you back into the ropes in a clinch...