The Way To A Woman's Heart... (For Alexandra)

Angel smiled back up at Carmen, chuckling softly at her words. <I doubt that, girl,> she whispered, staring upwards into Carmen's eyes. <If you think I'm good while I'm standing up, you should see what I can do down here.> She let out a slight, very soft moan, as Carmen's leg slipped along her crotch. It was unexpected, something that Angel didn't expect Carmen to do, but she definitely didn't mind it.

Once Carmen was off of her, Angel began to stand back up herself, taking a moment to readjust her shorts and her sports bra. She turned back to the boxer, locking eyes with her again, her expression growing serious again. There was no more playing around here. She was going to show Carmen just why she was the champion, why she deserved the belt above anyone else.

<Ready when you are,> she whispered, falling into a defensive position, giving Carmen a nod as she waited for her to get ready for the third round. <Just say the word, girl...>

Carmen was trying hard not to let the sound of Angel's pleasure get to her, but that was easier said than done - she radiated sensuality, and now that Carmen had gotten a taste of how strong she was, she was even more alluring. That was Carmen's weakness, the reason she stayed away from Friction. So much temptation.

But it was something other women like her had learned to overcome. Hell, Angel herself had probably gotten used to it - she was a true fighter, but if she let her emotions get in the way, she would never have become the champion. As Angel stood up, Carmen saw the seriousness in her eyes. She was on the top of her game, and anything less than her best was just not going to cut it, this time.

Carmen brought her fists up into an orthodox stance, keeping her fists out and ready. Angel's stance seemed suited to defense - a questionable choice. Interesting. Carmen felt she could win as long as she was allowed to press the fight, it was just a matter of hammering away at Angel's shell and getting at the creamy Latin bombshell underneath.

Fists tight. Stance solid. Eyes focused. <"The word.">

She dashed forward, coming at Angel head on and throwing out a fake jab for her face, cutting it short and jerking to the side for the real punch - a right hook aimed at the ribs, threatening her sides with explosive power.

Another grin crossed Angel's face, as Carmen suddenly came lunging in towards her. Part of her couldn't believe that the boxer was rushing in so soon, but the other part of her totally believed it, and totally expected it.

She weaved her head to the side as Carmen threw her fake jab her way, bracing herself for the worst. She was relieved when she dodged the attack, but that relief flew out the window as Carmen's hook came out of nowhere, smashing into her ribs. Angel staggered to the side, feeling a rush of pain coursing through her torso from the punch, but she stayed standing, she stayed on her feet, even if she did look a little shaky. The woman had insane power behind her blows, and Angel knew she couldn't take another hit like that.

So, of course, she was going to take Carmen down first. Obviously.

She focused, trying to ignore the pain surging through her ribs, and turned her attention fully back towards Carmen. Letting out a deep, guttural roar towards her, the Latina let her leg snap back up towards Carmen, a quick, stiff kick aimed at the boxer's ribs, hoping to give Carmen a little taste of her own medicine.

For a smaller girl, Angel took punches like the champ she was. Carmen was used to dealing damage to women closer to her size, and she always imagined that she'd be able to fold up someone beneath her class with ease, after landing two or three solid punches. That was distinctly not the case.

But, as tough as she was, even the Friction World Champion had to have some limits, and Carmen would get there. Eventually. The way she reeled from her hook was proof enough of that.

But Angel wasn't about to let that thundering blow go unanswered - no, Carmen's action would have an equal and opposite reaction, and it came in the form of a fierce kick aimed her own ribs, a short but brutal blow that made Carmen hop back and had her own legs wobbling. She hissed as her bones flared up with pain - if something wasn't broken down there, it was definitely on its way. A few more blows like that and she might have to end the night with a trip to the emergency room.

But Carmen was too far gone to dial it down, now - her instincts as a boxer, as a wrestler, as a fighter just would not allow it. She gathered her will and pushed past the pain, going back into Angel's range and throwing out furious flurry of jabs, her left shooting out with rapid precision. The blows lacked real force, but they came out at staccato speed, trying to pressure Angel into moving back towards the wall.

The feeling of her leg smashing into Carmen's ribs, the sight of the woman reeling back from her, sounds of pain passing through her lips...Angel was finding herself getting completely caught up in the moment. Between the sight of Carmen hopping back and Angel's own pain coursing through her torso, she had forgotten that this was supposed to be just a friendly spar. This had become serious to her. She wasn't going to let Carmen get the better of her, she wasn't going to let her get the third fall over her. There was no way she'd let that happen.

As Carmen came in, throwing out her flurry of blows, Angel raised her own arms up in front of herself to protect herself, trying to duck and weave left and right to avoid them, as she began to back away from Carmen. She didn't want to get struck by any more of those deadly punches, but she knew that even if she could dodge them, she was getting closer towards the wall.

And that was a position that she knew she couldn't let herself get stuck in.

She continued to back away, several of Carmen's jabs getting past her defenses, smashing against her chest and her face. Angel let out grunts, and groans with each one, trying to stay focused as Carmen rained her punches upon her. She was waited, waiting for an opening in Carmen's assault. She just needed one opening, one perfect moment, and she knew she could bring the pain to the boxer. She just had to find that opening.

Sure enough, the jabs were good enough to drive Angel back, each blow coming out a lightning pace. The speed wasn't the only problem, either - the difference in height made this an effective tactic, especially for someone like her spicy little foe. Angel's kicks needed some set up time, and as long as the punches kept coming, kept keeping her away, her best moves would be locked down.

The whole time, Carmen kept her right fist cocked like a guillotine, ready to burst forth at a moment's notice and break through Angel's defenses. She hated to bring that much power out, some part of her really not wanting to hurt her guest - but, at the end of the day, she was a competitor. A boxer, through and through. Giving anything less than her best would never sit right with her, and she would rather bring it all out instead of spending her life wondering how the fight could have gone.

As she pressed on, some of the jabs were starting to land, and it wasn't just luck. Angel was fast, but Carmen wasn't slow, and even the Champion couldn't weave forever. Carmen waited for it, just the right moment, the time to strike with her best straight and end it.

Now.

She surged forward and threw her body into a crushing right straight. A knockout, if there ever was one. More than enough to put Angel down. She'd just have to remember to apologize.

Angel continued to weave, and dodge away from Carmen's attacks. She was waiting, waiting for that one perfect moment. She had spent a ton of time in the ring, and she learned just what to look for. She had learned how to find those subtle, small movements that let her know when her opportunity to strike was near.

And then, just like that, Carmen shifted her weight, aiming her big knockout punch straight for her. Perfect.

The moment that punch flew towards her, Angel exploded back towards Carmen, dipping down low, slipping right underneath the boxer's punch. At the same time, she raised up her arm, her hand tightening in a clenched, hard fist. Carmen was right: Angel couldn't kick at her like this, but the Latina was more then just her legs. Far, far more then that.

She ducked under the knockout punch and lunged towards Carmen, aiming her fist straight towards Carmen's stomach. With a loud yell, she drove her fist forwards, trying to drive it hard and fast right into the boxer's bare, sexy tummy.

There was nothing quite as unsatisfying as a missed knockout punch. It was like a song that just doesn't hit the right note, and as Carmen fist sailed over Angel's head and hit nothing but dead air, she couldn't help but cringe. A string of curses started under her breath, but it wasn't a big deal. She might take a hit, but there was no way Angel could deal any real damage. Not this close up.

So, when Angel's fist exploded in her stomach and bent Carmen over, feeling like a blow she would have expected from a boxing champ instead of a wrestling champ, Carmen was, understandably, surprised. She would have voiced it, too, but she was occupied with the act of gagging.

She was surprised, the sheer alacrity of the attack made her feet shake, but she was still holding on. She just needed some time to gather her bearing and get back into her rhythm. She needed time, and the best way to buy that would be with a boxing classic - the clench. Instead of moving away, she pressed towards Angel and tried to snake her arms under the champion's shoulder, pull in her in before she could do too much damage and keep her still.

Carmen was shaken, but not as much as Angel had hoped. She growled in annoyance towards her fellow Latina as the boxer pulled her in, clinching together with her, lowering her voice as she whispered towards her.

<This is over, girl. You're right where I want you, you know that?>

She smiled, sliding one of her legs forwards, rubbing it against Carmen's own leg for a moment before letting it slip around, wrapping around the boxer's limb. Then, in one single, sudden motion, Angel tried to pull her leg out from under her, while pushing forwards with her upper body. Her plan was to force Carmen to the floor, trying to put the woman onto her back, with Angel lying neatly atop her. Obviously, it would count as a fall for Carmen, but if Angel didn't actually touch the floor, and stayed atop the boxer, would that count for her? She wasn't sure, but she wasn't worried. Just bringing Carmen to the floor, and reminding her that Angel was in control would be enough for her.

Carmen felt a shiver run through her body as Angel whispered in her ear, the sultry siren lighting her nerves on fire. It didn't make her loosen up the clench, didn't affect her strength or ability, but it made her stir. All of the sudden, being close to Angel was the single most important thing in the world.

She managed to keep her focus centered, but it wouldn't have made a difference - once again, she'd made the mistake of thinking that keeping her close made Angel useless. She was proven wrong in spectacular fashion as her leg curled around and caught her in a trip, taking them both down with the Friction champ on top. All Carmen could do was let out an undignified yelp before her back slapped on the mat and an imaginary bell rang.

Angel won. She lost.

Somehow, though, as she laid there with the desire of millions across her body, Carmen didn't feel like a loser. She had fixed a meal for a beautiful woman, who was now alone with her, barely clothed, and sweaty. All was right in the universe.

Carmen stared at Angel, face to face, letting her see the shock and awe. She wanted to say something clever, give her another sexy remark, but she couldn't. Her lips only wanted to do one thing.

She brought her head up and pressed her lips into Angel's, enveloping her mouth with a steaming, searing kiss.