The War in the Ward

Carmen looked on and nodded with approval as Colleen pressed the advantage. She had never been too much of an aggressive boxer, herself - sure, she had her moments, but for the most part she liked to take things slower. Though her streak was comparable to Lorenza's in terms of sheer length, the things she'd done to get there were different. She'd relied on getting the clear point advantage a few times, as well as TKOs.

But if this worked for Colleen, it worked - not everyone had to have the same style, and Carmen couldn't argue that it was effective. To a point.

That point seemed to be right when Lydia had enough of it and came at Colleen with a storm of jabs, pushing her back. Carmen hissed at the sight of blood, but it only egged Lydia on even further. It was visible conformation that this was working. She was forced away by Colleen, but it only deterred her for a moment.

She didn't charge back in - instead, Lydia stayed on the edge of their range and threw out a couple of quick jabs, one for her face and one for her chest, seeing how good they could be at keeping Colleen back. Like a lion tamer with a whip, just pelting her at range.

Lydiaâ€s punches hit hard, and Colleenâ€s head snapped from side to side dramatically. Blood began to trickle from her mouth, and Colleen could taste that thick iron flavor of her own vital fluids. She was dazed, a little dizzy, but she managed to shake it off for long enough to shove Lydia away, giving both of them a bit of space and a chance to recover as they hovered at the very edge of each otherâ€s ranges.

Lorenza whooped gladly when she saw Lydia manage to push Colleen away. She had winced with every blow the lighter-haired woman had delivered to the tattooed girl, but now the tables were turned, and Lorenzaâ€s lover was beating down the American girl, forcing her back and putting them on relatively even footing once again.

Colleen, after having been battered in that way, was not exactly excited to go at her opponent again. She was going to follow Carmenâ€s advice even more closely, hanging back a bit, staying at the edge of Lydiaâ€s range. Lydia didnâ€t seem to be ready to come at her very quickly, either, throwing a couple exploratory jabs at Colleenâ€s face and chest which the lighter-haired woman managed to absorb with her gloves. She would toss a couple of jabs Lydiaâ€s way, as well, trying to test her opponentâ€s guard as well with shots aimed at her face and her solar plexus.

When Lydia watched the tapes of Lorenza fighting, she often wondered why she bothered throwing so many jabs. To her untrained eye, they seemed like a waste of time. Why not just rush in, throw a few heavy shots, put your opponent down and call it a match? Why tease them and peck away at them? No one ever got knocked down by a jab, of all things.

But now that she was on the other side, she could see the utility of it. Her own style was starting to form, and jabs played an integral role - keeping Colleen at bay.

"Come on!" She chirped from behind the mouthguard, the slightest bit of Mexican flavor seeping into her voice. Her jabs bounced off Colleen's guard, no effect, and the exact same thing happened when Colleen tried it. Lydia's guard took the blows and stayed at the edge of their range, as if an invisible wall separated them.

Lydia was always eager to dance the night away, but they didn't really have that much time - there was probably only a minute and a half left of this round. She tried something a little tricky and jerked forward, bucking hard at Colleen, jumping back at the last moment to fake her out, then moving forward again with the real attack, a straight right for the chest.

“You come on!” Colleen would growl through her mouthguard in reply, as the two of them seemed to have reached a point where both were growing substantially wary of the other. They danced in slow, lazy circles around each other, each at the very outer edge of the otherâ€s punching range, trading quick salvos of jabs that bounced harmlessly off of leather. It gave Colleen some time to think and refocus herself on the task at hand.

There were only ninety seconds left in the second round. They were halfway through their fight. Colleen didnâ€t want to waste time. Her opponent was quicker to the draw than she was, however, Colleen flinched and tightened up her guard as Lydia came in, and was surprised when no punch came, and the tattooed woman hopped back. But then she came forward again, and her glove smacked hard into Colleenâ€s chest, flattening her boobs momentarily and forcing her to back up, groaning in pain.

She wasnâ€t going to try to stay away from Lydia, however. After taking a few seconds to recover from that punch, Colleenâ€s eyes would fix on Lydiaâ€s, and she would beckon for the other girl with her glove, ready for more.

Huh. That worked. Lydia had hoped it would at least jar Colleen's guard a bit, but her hit did far more than that. It actually landed on target and did some damage, so much so that the Tattoed Lady almost dropped her guard in surprise, but she saw the mistake in time and brought her arms close, nice and hard.

The truth was that she didn't need to, though. Colleen stayed on her guard and beckoned Lydia on, motioned for her with a wave of the glove. "Good, good." Carmen nodded, calming herself down now that Colleen was doing the same. Her lover had more than enough presence to control the fight, and she was starting to realize it. "Keep it simple, eyes straight, doing good."

Lydia was hesitant to move in, and it showed with her feet, cautiously inching along the cold, tiled floor. This was a trap. It was obviously a trap. But she couldn't just stand there all day, as much as Lorenza might have liked it. No...she had to act.

She took a deep breath and moved in, cocking her right fist back like she was going for a haymaker. Instead, she lashed out with her left and flung two snapping jabs at Colleen's face, a pair of quick but painful flashes.

Colleen listened to Carmenâ€s calm advice, nodding to show her understanding as she continued to circle around Lydia, ignoring the shot that she had taken to her chest as she beckoned for her tattooed opponent to come at her again. They were both seeming to settle in, find their rhythm, and from here on out the fight would be a long, hard slog, a painful and perhaps even brutal give and take until one of them dropped.

Lorenza, for her part, was a little more excited than Carmen was, but was no less satisfied with the strategy her lover was executing. Even though Colleen obviously had something planned, Lydia couldnâ€t very well just stay back and wait. No, she would go in and she would win this spar. Lorenza would have done the same as Lydia in this situation.

Colleen saw Lydiaâ€s right glove come up, and she would tighten her guard. Suddenly, Lydia switched to her other side and threw two quick left jabs. Colleen ducked behind her gloves and grunted as the two jabs slammed into her leather. After the second one landed, Colleen would strike. Staying low, she would throw out her right fist, trying to drive it straight into Lydiaâ€s chest. Then, her left fist would hook around, trying to slam into Lydiaâ€s side.

More blocking, more blocking. Colleen had a very strong defense, too, there was no getting past it. Lydia was fairly sure she could bring her down with a solid combination, but the trick was making it land when she was so quick to crawl back into her shell. It was a matter of timing - there had to be one, golden moment, where Colleen could be vulnerable and she could slip in, put her down with the coup de grâce.

Even with her guard like this, Colleen's sides were the best place to go, so that's what Lydia decided to target. She started to juke to the side as her second jab landed, hoping she was fast enough to tag the light-haired woman before she could return fire...she wasn't. Colleen could match Lydia in the speed department with ease, and she showed that when her punch slammed into Lydia's shoulder, knocking her back a step as she tried to keep from spinning around.

As soon as she righted herself and gained good footing, Colleen was following with a harsh hook in the side, and Lydia felt like she'd been struck by a leathery bag of hammers. She cried out for a second before she bit down hard to get passed the pain, pushing forward instead of retreating.

She took a bold step forward, threw an uppercut at Colleen, and followed it up by charging into her and trying to drive her back, getting as much of a grip on the slick floor as she could with her bare feet.

Colleen managed to block those next two jabs, giving herself a little more time to recover from Lydiaâ€s hard shot to her chest. She knew that she was vulnerable, and she was going to be careful. But that didnâ€t mean she was going to be overly cautious. She would punch back, make Lydia hurt, too, and hopefully end this second round on a high note.

Her retaliatory punch to the chest hit and knocked Lydia back, and the punch to the side probably rattled a few ribs and made Lydia cry out in pain. But then the tattoo artist stifle the cry, and she came back at Colleen. Instead of falling back, she drove forward again, throwing an uppercut at Colleenâ€s chin. The lighter-haired girl managed to put her gloves down in front of the punch, but the force of it slammed her gloves upwards into her own face, making Colleen grunt and knocking her back. Lydia then rushed at her, slamming together with Colleen chest-to-chest again and forcing her back.

“No way…” Colleen growled as she backpedaled, swinging a hard left hook at Lydiaâ€s face to try to stop her, though, once again, she enjoyed the close body contact.

Lorenza was enjoying the sight of the close body contact between her Lydia and Carmenâ€s Colleen, as well. She smiled as Lydia drove her opponent back and called out to her. “Keep going! Thatâ€s it! Watch out for her, eh!”

Lydia started to drive Colleen back and force her across the makeshift ring once again. The fatigue was starting to get to her once again as the last minute began to wear down. She'd done a better job of pacing herself this time and she wasn't quite on the verge of collapse like last time, but all the same, she was looking forward to that next glass of water.

Colleen's hook took some of the wind out of her sails and loosened up Lydia's jaw a bit. She still leaned up against her sultry foe, but she didn't have the energy to push into her at the moment, and she wasn't in a good position to throw any punches. She seemed set to take the punishment, and she knew Colleen was both ready and willing to pour it on.

But then, Lydia remembered the intimate moment Lorenza and Carmen shared during their fight. She remembered how fierce it had been. And suddenly, it occurred to her that she had other weapons at her disposal.

She rubbed up against Colleen, pressed their bodies together and made the fight more sensual, going breast to breast and nipple to nipple. It was completely from left field. They'd had some intimate contact throughout, but always accidental, never overt. Lydia banked on the sudden change to throw Colleen off her guard, and if that worked...

Colleenâ€s wild hook managed to land, and it stopped Lydia in her tracks. The tattooed fighter seemed to be jarred by that last punch, and she just continued to lean into Colleen. Colleen, for her part, took the opportunity to recover from Lydiaâ€s latest attack, panting heavily. Sweat was dripping down her face, blurring her vision, and running in little rivulets down her stomach and her ass, forming small little puddles on the floor.

She was glad for the momentary reprieve, but she knew she needed to attack Lydia again. She was surprised Lydia hadnâ€t taken the opportunity to attack her. Colleen would lift a glove again, but before she could throw a punch, Lydia pushed into her again. And she didnâ€t just try to push her back—no, Lydia intentionally pushed her chest into Colleenâ€s, her breasts squashing against Colleenâ€s, their four hard nipples stabbing at each other and engaging in a spirited, fleshy duel. Colleen gasped and let a foot slip back a half step as she was assaulted in this way.

Meanwhile, Lorenza, who was already turned on by the whole ordeal, suddenly felt her crotch get a whole lot warmer when she saw her loverâ€s latest tactic. “Oh, madre de Dios…” she breathed, transfixed by the display.