Bouncing Betty vs. Anja the Raven: Box!

Wining Conditions: KO, un-anonymous decision or orgasm
Stipulation: A free hentai move for every takedown and or unfair action

The lights of the arena went off and the arena got only faintly lit. Red, crow shaped lights appeared, dancing over the audience, the ring and the way to the ring. The titantron showed a flock of crows, perching and screaming while two little girls hold hands and run through a deserted park with autumn colored leafs falling around them.

Crow Theme
started to play while she stepped through the curtain. All red raven lights disappeared but one, and that one that was left illuminated Anja the Raven on her way to the ring. She entered the ring while still under the red light of the Raven, entering a corner with one foot on the bottom rope while starring at single, random people with the cold gaze of a Raven. Her dress was a little bit modified, black boxing gloves had been put on her hands, and a black cloak with a screaming raven on the back had also been added.

Her opponent today was a someone she was rather curious for. But for the eyes of the audience, her meeting with this Betty girl was like a casual meeting in a supermarket.
*Give them nothing. And take from them..anything!*
She thought grimly, although she was quite excited from the inside for this match.

Okay, it was official: Betty needed an agent.

If she had one, she might have avoided situations like this, getting put in some off-the-wall, crazy bullshit. Her opponent wasn't the problem here. Just some wrestler thinking she could hang in a boxing ring. Betty was more than willing to correct her on that shit, show her that being a boxer meant more than just taping up and putting on the gloves.

No, the problem was the match type. Hentai. Seriously.

Betty knew Momentum was tied to the AFW, so some kinkiness was par for the course. Expected. Maybe even welcomed, if she was inebriated enough.. But an agent would have made sure she didn't get thrown into it right off the gate. Betty didn't have any hentai moves. She didn't even really know what the fuck they were. Like, a special sex move? Like fingering? With her gloves? She'd tried sex with the gloves on once, and it was the second most unerotic thing she'd ever done.

Whatever. Business was business, she'd handle it. And if this bitch thought those rules would save her, she didn't know Betty...which she actually didn't, since they'd never met. So...yeah. The point was, she’d come to win, so win she’d do.

The announcer, a slim but sleek blonde woman with thin glass and sweet voice, pointed towards the entrance. And now, entering the Momentum arena, weighing in at an even 140 pounds, the mistress of distress, the Pink Flash, ‘Bouncing’ Betty Buchanan!”


Her theme started up and Betty came out shortly after it, dressed all in pink and ready to party. Shorts, boxing top, tightly laced shoes, looking like the professional she wanted everyone to think she was. Her cornerman came out behind her, some balding Japanese guy they'd dug up, barely even spoke English. That was anothenr thing she needed, someone from her own country to mind the corner.

She slid into the ring as threw her fists up, giving the crowd a photo op, then turned to face Anja. She pointed a single glove her way.Bouncing to the music, all the while. “You’re in the wrong ring, baby.”

A small smirk started to creep up Betty’s face. Fresh meat.

A little trash talk belonged more to boxing than dirty buckets full of spittle, so Anja took no offense after she had witnessed the entrance of her opponent when Betty began to talk shit.
"So? You look like a pile of pralines with your pink stuff. Maybe it is you that should not be in any ring at all, baby."
While they were talking and Anja came in the mood to box, despite her frozen face full of disregard for the audience, the all female crew of Anja had prepared her stuff in her corner. Even there, she could not stand males too much in her surroundings.

Betty probably did not know, but Anja could and had boxed, even trained other boxers while she was a tramp. Inoue. Sometimes she really missed Inoue, like right now.

Old Box thread as proof^^

Betty didn't even know what the fuck a 'praline' was, but it sounded insulted. She'd have to fuck Anja up a little extra for that.

She made her way back to the corner and had her man lace up the gloves while she took a few sips of water. Didn't expect to work up much of a sweat here, but it paid to be prepared. She shoved the mouthguard in as the referee called them both to the middle.

"Okay, ladies." The refereel, a little young thing with dark green hair and a long ponytail, spoke as soon as they closed in. "I want a nice, clean fight, but I'm not expecting it. No rabbit punches, watch the low blows, and when I say break, you break. Remember the penalties, I will be enforcing them. Understand?"

"Understood." Betty slapped her gloves together, then blew a kiss at Anja. "Good thing you're into ravens, baby. Because this? It's gonna be a murder."

Oh, yeah. She went there.

Thinking a little bit about the situation, Anja also found the Denglish word rather uncomfortable because it reminded her of her parents, although it was very fitting as a Praline was a piece of candy loved by women all around the world.
"Understood."
She shortly answered the candy like dressed Betty. She was pretty sure that this girl would have no demand for a glove meeting anyway, so she just pointed to the corner of her opponent.
"Oh, very good. There was someone in biology 101. I hope that you are also proficient in the knowledge of hematomas and bruises in general."

Hemato...what? What was Anja on about? Were all the giris fakakta league this loopy?

Whatever. She was about to knock the stupid out of her.

Betty put up her fists as the bell rang and the first round started, then moved in and headed straight for Anja. No nonsense here, not to start off with. First, she had to see how this girl moved.

She threw out a couple of quick jabs towards Anja's face the moment she was in range, just some light exploring blows, trying to gauge the distance and get a feel for the wrestler's rhythm.

The first exchange was a testing the waters conflict, of that Anja was sure. Nobody worth his salt as a boxer would charge in like a bull and just try to waltz over the opponent, it took a wide gap in boxing ability to even attempt such a move and was only done by a champion in a mandatory defense.

Betty obviously though not very high of her, so Anja would do her the favor and do a deep defense by holding both of her fists in front of her face in a defensive motion while moving slightly to the left in the process, groaning lightly under the hits of the other girl to give her the impression that she only had a very vague idea of good boxing and had probably been thrown in the mix with just basic training.

And now Anja was moaning. Betty had barely even touched her, and she looked like she was close to throwing up the white flag.

Betty moaned as well, but for a different reason: embarrassment. Was this really the best Momentum was going to throw at her? She knew boxing wasn't exactly super-popular in Japan, but somehow she expected a little better than this. This was going to be it. Fighting stupid-ass wrestlers who thought they could hang in a boxing ring. What was next, sumos? Foxy boxing? Jesus. It paid well, but she did have her dignity to think of.

She just shook her head and decided she'd start pouring on the pressure, coming it with a quick left and jab and following it up with a thunderous right hook, trying to get around Anja's guard to do some real damage to her midsection. With any luck, she'd have this wrapped up before the first round was over.

There it was, the attack that Anja had wanted to see from her opponent, taken in with line hook and sinker all at once. It was not a very subtle move as far as she was concerned, a left attack that should lead the way into a crushing hook. She would attempt to quickly sidestep already against the left hook to its dead side to avoid the hook in its entirety so that she could see if Betty was up to her name and if her breasts would bounce as her name suggested when they were hit by a short distance hook of her gloved fist.

Anja should have been floored by that punch. She should have fell down screaming, grasping her broken ribs. She should have been crying, realizing what a real punch felt like, and begging the referee to cut her some slack. Unfortunately, reality didn't seem to concerned with 'should haves' at the moment.

What did happen was a punch in the tit, square in the middle. Betty squawked and took a step back, more from the surprise at anything, wincing at the pain in her chest. That had been a textbook blow, and delivered fast - she might have had trouble dealing with it even if she'd been expecting. Lucky shot, had to be, no way something like that would get through twice.

She ground her teeth down and stepped back in, going for some bread and butter moves - a simple one-two punch. A jab, nice and light, going for the head, followed up by an exacting right cross to the same spot. "Drop!"