Lorenza Saldano vs. Carmen Rodriguez - ¡Guerra!

When Carmen hoisted Lorenza up and threw her away like a trash bag, she really, truly thought there was no way the tigress would be able to do anything to counter. For some strange reason, she kept forgetting that her opponent had a fine pair of working legs, too.

Her hands immediately shot up when those sinewy thighs went around her head, locking tight and pulling her back. "Nononono-" She tried to pull forward, tried to squeeze out, but the momentum and the weight were just too much. They were both going down. Hard.

They crashed and splashed in the puddle, sending water and God-only-knew what else flying all over the place. Carmen was drenched all the way down to her most intimate places, but she couldn't think too hard about that right now. While she wouldn't lie and say she never had a fantasy about being between Lorenza's thighs, this wasn't the way.

She reached up and gave her a quick strike, hitting the tender area where her legs met her waist, and tried to pull herself free with a quick yank.

Lorenza managed to catch Carmenâ€s head with her legs as she fell face first into the tepid puddle. She landed hard on her cheek, the water—and whatever else—splashing up and dousing her face, her shirt, and most of her pants. She could feel it soaking through to her skin, and groaned, knowing that, even if it was just water, it had probably been accumulating and sitting in this dark, dirty place for years.

The Mexican boxer turned over onto her back and was trying to sit up when Carmen punched her right in the groin. Lorenza yowled and would let Carmen go, rolling away from her rival and getting out of the puddle. It was too late to do anything about her clothes, though. As Lorenza got back up onto her feet, she felt the wet fabric weighing her down. “Guh,” Lorenza grunted in annoyance. She wasnâ€t going to bother with trying to fight like this. She quickly would pull the white tank top up over her head, tossing it deeper into the darkness. She could find it later. Her simple white sports bra was wet, too, but at least it wouldnâ€t make her feel like she was drowning as she fought.

When this was over, after she got out of the hospital, Carmen was going to take the longest bath of her life. Scented candles, bubbles, she might even call Colleen over and see if she wanted to join, enjoy each other's company. Let all the grime from this fight wash away into nothing.

But first she had to deal with business, and right now she very much wanted to be out of this bathroom. But she didn't want to just walk out, no. She wanted to fight her way out through Lorenza.

She followed Lorenza's cue and tossed the shirt off - unlike her, she wasn't wearing anything underneath, but she had less to hide and support. It wasn't like the AFW audience hadn't seen it before, anyway. Also unlike Lorenza, she didn't toss the shirt down. She tossed it her friendly rival's face, then charged forward a split second later, coming her way with a clothesline.

Lorenza shifted her weight a little bit. The bra was still irritating her, as were her dampened pants, but she wasnâ€t about to get completely naked in a place like this. That would just be begging for a tetanus infection, and Lorenza couldnâ€t remember if she had all her immunizations up to date. This bathroom was not exactly the ideal place to have this sort of fight in. Lorenza would much prefer a change of scenery, and, as it turned out, so did Carmen.

“Come on, hermana!” Lorenza challenged, putting her fists up. Carmen wouldnâ€t hesitate to come at Lorenza, trying to distract her by tossing her dirty shirt in Lorenzaâ€s direction before charging forward for a clothesline. Lorenza would swat the shirt away as it came at her and, as Carmen approached, the former world champion would hastily duck underneath her outstretched arm, getting behind Carmen. Lorenza intended to bring a double-handed axe handle blow down on Carmenâ€s back, but, as she moved to do just that, she would slip on yet another unseen puddle, nearly losing her balance on the tiled floor. She slid a foot, waving her arms out to her sides to bring herself to a halt. Once she had regained her footing, Lorenza would charge at her opponent and aim a hard left hook at Carmenâ€s head, hoping to catch the Puerto Rican on the jaw if she turned around—and hoping she wasnâ€t caught by surprise in the darkness herself.

Carmen's clothesline missed, and she couldn't even blame the darkness - it was hard to see, but her sight adjusted enough that she could make out Lorenza's outline at least some of the time. Hitting it, that was the problem.

When the blow sailed over Lorenza's pretty blue head, Carmen braced for the worst - a choke from behind, a kick in the crotch, a chop in the neck, anything. Fortunately, the bathroom finally did something aside from just being disgusting, and Carmen couldn't help but let out a small laugh as the tigress slipped about, trying to regain her footing. She didn't get to the enjoy the sight for long, though - sure enough, Lorenza was back on offense by the time Carmen had fully turned around.

She was ready, as ready as you could ever be for Lorenza, and brought her guard up, lifting her shoulder up to roll the hook and absorb the damage. Instead of recoiling, she pushed forward and grabbed Lorenza in a clinch, holding her tight, skin to skin as she powered forward and drove them back into the locker room.

Lorenza didnâ€t manage to catch Carmen by surprise. She heard the way her rival laughed as she slipped about on the bathroom muck, and Lorenzaâ€s brow would furrow in slight irritation as she rushed forward to deliver a punch to her opponentâ€s jaw. Carmen saw it coming and blocked it, pulling her guard up with plenty of time to spare. Lorenzaâ€s fist crashed into Carmenâ€s shoulder, doing little damage. Damn.

Lorenza would immediately be forced into a clinch by her brown-haired rival, grunting as she felt Carmenâ€s arms wrapping around her, pulling her close, feeling Carmenâ€s naked chest pressing against her. Lorenza would be forced to back up a few steps as Carmen pushed against her. As much as she hated retreating, it did get them out of the restroom, and so here, Lorenza would accept falling back tactically. In the main part of the locker room, it was a little bit cleaner, and it was lighter. Once they had fully emerged from the locker room, Lorenza would plant a foot hard on the dry tile, bringing them to a halt. She would bring a fist up and slam it into Carmenâ€s cheek, trying to force the Puerto Rican boxer to separate from her.

Carmen managed to push Lorenza back, way back, all the way into the locker room. It was still dirty, dank, and smelly, but at least things were slightly more clean here and the place made her skin want to crawl less. So, improvement.

She would have rammed Lorenza right back through the door they came in, but she had other plans, it turned out, and those plans started with putting a halt to her advance. Carmen grunted and growled when she slammed her foot down and hit the breaks, and before she had a chance to do anything else, Lorenza's legendary fist cracked her right in the face. Carmen shot up and back away, shaking off the punch.

Carmen moved into a southpaw stance, another little trick that worked well in their last fight - for a minute or two. But two minutes would go a lot further here than in the ring, and she was banking on the sudden change throwing her off enough to make a real difference.

She lowered her stance and moved back in, throwing out a quick double jab to test the waters. Seeing how well Lorenza would adapt on the fly and handle the new angles.

Lorenzaâ€s punch landed, and Carmen backed off. Lorenza would take a step back, shaking out her hand and readying herself for yet another brutal exchange. There seemed to be no end to this battle, as they traded move and countermove, punch and counterpunch. But eventually, one of them was going to have to drop for good.

She watched Carmen move into a southpaw stance, smirking. She might have expected that. It was a neat little trick which Carmen seemed to love to break out when they really got down to the nitty gritty. Lorenza was perfectly familiar with fighting lefties, though, and she had already proven to Carmen that she could adapt to the change in her opponentâ€s tactics. She would put her guard up and move in again. Carmen threw out a couple of short, quick jabs, and Lorenza absorbed them without flinching. She would retaliate, throwing a pair of quick jabs of her own, and then following them up with a right straight aimed lower, for Carmenâ€s bare chest.

Lorenza adapted like a world champion should, taking the change in stride with pride. Carmen should have known that throwing her off wouldn't be this easy, but she was starting to get hungry for an advantage. How long had they been fighting? It couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Hell, they looked like they'd been fighting for an eternity. Smelled like it, too.

Carmen managed to block the jabs, but the straight punch, the real blow, that one got planted dead center into her chest, driving her back a step as reeled and her chest flared up from the pain. Another bruise, certainly. But she couldn't think about the damage now. Dealing out the pain was more important than taking it, at this point.

She bounced back and shot out with another jab - a short fake this time, going halfway to Lorenza's face before she pulled it away. Instead of following up with another punch, though, she switched out of boxing once again and took a quick step forward, stomping hard on Lorenza's foot. She rammed her shoulder into the blue beauty's chest with the same movement, trying to knock her closer to the door.

Lorenzaâ€s combination worked, her jabs being blocked but the straight going through and slamming into Carmenâ€s chest, forcing the Puerto Rican boxer to back up a step, back towards the swinging door leading into the dank, putrid restroom. Lorenza didnâ€t want to take the fight back into that disgusting place, but she would do whatever it took to put Carmen down for good.

Carmen struck back quickly. Lorenza reflexively brought her arms up to defend her face when Carmen threw the jab, but it stopped short, and Carmen instead stomped on Lorenzaâ€s foot and gave her a hard shove with the shoulder. Lorenza grunted and would take a couple of steps back, glancing over her shoulder to see the door which led back into the main area of the gym. Carmen was obviously trying to guide their battle back into the nice, clean, brightly lit room. Lorenza wanted that, too, but she would be damned if she would let Carmen be the one to drive them through the door.

Lorenza would bring her knee up into Carmenâ€s stomach, switching away from boxing herself in order to deliver that hard blow to her rivalâ€s gut. Then, Lorenza would grab onto Carmenâ€s head with both hands, before turning around and trying to throw Carmen forward, through the door and back into the main training area.