Lorenza Saldano vs. Carmen Rodriguez - ¡Guerra!

They were playing, but that didn't mean Carmen could let her guard down. Hell, if anything, it was all the more reason to have guard up. Lorenza was nothing if not unpredictable.

Carmen kept backing up, leading Lorenza up until they were at the top of the stairs and she could see just what they led to. Through the half-opened door, she spied weights, dumbells, treadmills, running equipment - a workout room full of rusting gear. A lot of heavy metal. Dangerous stuff. Exciting.

She turned back after that quick glance as Lorenza made her way to the same level and the two faced off, looking straight at each other. She'd always thought the tigress was unspeakable alluring, there was no hiding that. Not now, not ever. She didn't intend to make this a hentai match by any stretch of the imagination, but she figured one drop of pleasure wouldn't hurt, especially considering the avalanche of pain they'd inflicted and had yet to deal out.

She reached out, grabbed Lorenza by the waist, and pulled her in for the fiercest kiss she could muster, pressing so hard it almost counted as an attack. Her arms constricted like python's around her waist,their teeth gnashed against each other, her tongue shot out and threatened to take control of her entire mouth unless Lorenza gave every bit as good as she got. Raw, intense, hard, competitive - like everything they did together.

Lorenza took that last step up onto the second level, standing beside Carmen on the small balcony. A few feet further on was a half-rotted wooden door, which stood partially ajar, revealing to the two boxers a weight room filled with rusting strength machines, treadmills, and rack after rack of old, neglected, dusty dumbbells. Plenty of heavy pieces of equipment to beat each other with, and that was a tantalizing prospect for Lorenza. But she was going to be patient, because there was one little matter to attend to before they could continue their brutal brawl.

Lorenzaâ€s arms would wrap around Carmenâ€s waist as soon as she felt Carmenâ€s touch her skin, squeezing her rivalâ€s midsection as their mouths smashed together. Feeling she had nothing to lose by copping a feel, Lorenzaâ€s hands would find her Puerto Rican foeâ€s ass and squeeze those two firm butt cheeks. At the same time, she threw her face forward, mashing it against Carmenâ€s hard enough that their teeth clattered together audibly. Blood and saliva were swapped as they kissed furiously. The fight really had been making Lorenza hot, and the kissing was only making her hotter. As Carmenâ€s tongue tried to stab its way into Lorenzaâ€s mouth, the Mexican boxerâ€s tongue would fight back, flying out of her own mouth to slap wetly into Carmenâ€s, writhing against it, trying to push it back as they both tried to take control of the otherâ€s mouth.

Truth be told, Carmen had been wanting to do something like this ever since they had their little peck in the ring. That had been just a little spark. Now she was engulfed in the inferno, and enjoying every minute of it. There was always this tension between her and Lorenza, bubbling under the surface, and it was good to finally let some of that steam out. The sensual interlude was just what she needed - she felt stronger, more tense, aware and alive. She had all the energy she needed to finish this.

Carmen enjoyed the feel of her bountiful breasts pressing into her naked chest, barely room for any air between them as they wrestled for dominance, sweaty skin sliding again each other. As much as Carmen would have loved to just take Lorenza right then and there, this was about violence, not sex. It was high time they go back to it.

She gave Lorenza's lower lip a quick love bite and suddenly jerked to the side, surging forward and pushing hard into the weight room. She couldn't even really see what they were heading into, but she wagered they would hit something soon enough.

The kiss was good—very good. Orders of magnitude more satisfying than the quick peck they had shared the last time they met in the ring, and even better than the full-on kiss that they had had in the hospital. It was violent, and competitive, and neither woman was giving any ground as she sought to dominate her opponent. It was like everything else Lorenza Saldano and Carmen Rodriguez did, and that was what made it so nearly perfect.

Lorenza even managed to get in a few seconds of groping Carmenâ€s ass, too, which were very enjoyable. Overall, the sensual interlude had done wonders for her, as well, reenergizing her for this last stretch of their fight.

Their tongues battled back and forth, before seemingly coming to a stalemate, as neither one could successfully gain control over the otherâ€s mouth. Soon, the sensual battle would come to an end and the true fight would begin again. Carmen bit down on Lorenzaâ€s lip and drove her through the door, leading into the weight room. Lorenza could see the leg press machine behind her, and, before impact, she would move her hands up to Carmenâ€s head and jerk it hard to the side, trying to use her opponentâ€s momentum against her to spin them around a little, so that they would both hit the side of the machine at the same time.

Taking the pain after all that pleasure was a shock to the system, and as the two of them went tumbling over a leg press and came tumbling down on the other side. Not the most pleasant of landings, but at least it was equally unpleasant for both of them. And now she had a whole new list of options to play with. She really would miss that lip lock, though. Oh, well, back to business. "Think I can taste what you had for lunch, hermana"

She wiped her mouth off with a swipe of the hand and reached out, grabbing the first thing her hand's reach - a jump rope, something they'd both be familiar with. Just never used like this.

Carmen moved over to Lorenza and reached over, trying to wrap the cord around her neck and squeeze tight. Weapons still weren't her style, but now that they were surrounded by so many potential ones, it was only a matter of time before one of them was used on her. Might as well beat Lorenza to the punch.

They slammed into the leg press machine, then tumbled over the rusting, broken piece of junk, slamming into the hard floor on the other side. Battling it out on the floor still wasnâ€t really Lorenzaâ€s style, but at least in this room there were no puddles to contend with.

They broke the liplock shortly after landing, and, while Lorenza would miss it, she recognized that it was time to get back to business. Carmen recognized that, too, as the Puerto Rican boxer grabbed a jump rope and looped it around Lorenzaâ€s neck, pulling it tight, restricting the airflow to Lorenzaâ€s lungs. The Mexican boxer squawked angrily and writhed about as the jump rope dug into her neck.

Not to be outdone, she would utilize their surroundings as weapons, as well. She would think a little more simply, grabbing one of the weight plates from the broken leg press machine, and trying to slam it down into Carmenâ€s stomach, trying to squash Carmen with the metal bar.

Carmen tightened her fists and pulled back hard on the snare, making the jump rope bite deep in Lorenza's tough flesh. Choking her out wouldn't be nearly as satisfying a way to end this as doing it on their feet, straight on. But Carmen was starting to get a better grasp on street fighting - it was about necessity. Skill, strength, stamina, they all mattered, but it came down to pure will in the end, maybe even more so than boxing. It was all about having the guts to push extremes, and she was quickly getting to that point.

Lorenza was already there, though - if anything, she had started at that point, while Carmen had merely dabbled with it. Even choked, she still had the presence of mind to put her hand to good use. She could have simply thrown a punch, but what she actually did was far more effective. Carmen felt like her insides liquefied when the metal hit, driven in deep by the power of Lorenza's arms.

She let go of Lorenza and rolled away, grabbing side as she tumbled into a weight rack against the wall. One of the lighter barbells might make a good weapon...if she could ever get up and reach them.

The jump rope dug into Lorenzaâ€s flesh, and completely closed off the flow of air from her nose and mouth down to her lungs. Lorenza was slowly being strangled, and, more than that, the rope was really cutting into her neck, too, hard enough that it would leave a deep red line all the way around. Lorenza almost felt like she was going through a very slowly, very painful guillotine.

“Ah! Gaachk!” Lorenza croaked, as she would grab the heavy metal weight plate from the broken leg press machine and swing it down hard into Carmenâ€s midsection. The blow obviously cracked ribs, and it maybe even perforated a liver. Whatever the effects were, it forced Carmen to let go of the jump rope and crawl away, and that was good enough for Lorenza. The Mexican boxer would untie the jump rope from around her neck, gasping for air, rubbing at her neck as she would crawl over to the nearest wall, in the opposite direction from Carmen.

Lorenza would grab onto a rack of dumbbells, row after row after row of the weights lining the lower part of the wall. Lorenza would begin very slowly pulling herself up onto her feet. She surveyed the dumbbells, wondering if they might make good weapons against Carmen…

Luck was on Carmen's side - if Lorenza had more wherewithal, she might have capitalized on the lull and hammered Carmen into the ground. It was a very thin silver lining around an otherwise dim cloud, but she would take it.

Using the rack for support, Carmen pulled her way and up grabbed hold of a five-pound weight, the lightest barbell she could find. The lighter, the better, since speed was the important thing, here. The metal was hard enough, her punch was strong enough. All she needed was one good blow to the head, and the Conquistadora would be taking a nap.

In theory. Lorenza did have a thick skull, literal and figurative, so there was only one way to be sure.

After stumbling back for a moment as her stomach contracted from the earlier blow, Carmen moved back into her stance and headed straight for Lorenza, holding the barbell tight in her fist. Her jabbing fist, to be precise. A subtle threat of what would come her rival's way if she wasn't serious. For now, though, she held back. Lorenza would have a play, too, best not to walk right into it.

Lorenza would carefully pull herself up, looking over the dumbbells lined up along the rack, trying to pick out a good one to use as a weapon. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing Carmen pulling herself up on the opposite rack, the one where all of the barbells, large and small, were held. She watched the Puerto Rican picking out one of the smaller barbells, gripping it in her jabbing fist. Well, at the very least, it was going to be a fair fight.

Lorenza picked up one from her rack that was about the same size as Carmenâ€s, figuring, as her opponent had, that the five-pound weight would be more than enough to finish her foe off, and that speed would be a critical factor when it came to who would come out on top in this brawl.

The One and Only turned back to her rival, gripping her dumbbell tightly, watching as Carmen moved towards her, taking a couple steps towards Carmen as well, watching her foe carefully, waiting for an opening. She would feint a couple of times, her fist jerking forwards but stopping, her body shifting forwards but not committing, trying to get Carmen to jump.