Bouncing Betty vs. Anja the Raven: Box!

"Wow, your German is as bad as is your footwork."
Of course that was not the fault of Betty, no Non-European core continent human could probably pronounce the letter that resulted out of the melting of the letters a and u. And speaking of footwork, where was Betty going? Anja did not quite understand the plan of her opponent as she was now keeping exactly out of range, but what could she do? She could either press forward or turn this into a borefest with long straights and hooks out of nowhere.

So she would put a gear on and attempt to shower the other with a left right left right combination to the body after closing in on her.

"Yeah, well...shut up!"

Okay, that wasn't the best comeback ever, but it was all that Betty could think up at the moment. She'd make up for it by rearranging Anja's face until her next of kin couldn't identify her. That would make everything better. Somehow.

Betty took the first two left-rights into her chest, blocked the next two, and push forward into the bitchy blond, not wanting to give her a single inch more than she'd already taken. She pulled her in tight for a clinch, trying to keep their bodies pressed while they swung around, wanting get Anja near a corner before the referee could break them up. It was all about position - if she could keep her cornered, it would give her more options while taking some away from the German.

Now that was really close and quite surprising for Anja, getting clinched and everything out of nowhere when she had been in the offensive and everything.
"So what, you´re already running out of gas or were you just eager to come that close to me? A little dance maybe?"
she replied with a grin as much as possible with the guard in her mouth after she had reeled from the first surprise. Finally realizing what was going on when the referee was about to break them up, Anja would simply not let go up into the last moment possible without getting warned or even receiving a penalty, knowing it very well when things would get ugly for her from the side of the referee.

"Yeah, like I want to get pressed up against your saggy tits." Actually, Anja had a rather nice pair of tits, if Betty had to be honest about things. And she didn't terribly mind being pressed up against them. You could do so much worse....

Yeah. Not letting her know that.

If Anja wasn't going to let go, she wasn't go to let go, even though the ref was screaming at them to part. Betty figured she might as well make the best of the position, and loosened her right arm enough to try and score a quick hook, a punishing little shot aimed at Anja's ribs.

"Ouch, such a dirty mouth."
Anja grinned lightly, until the punch hit her in the side seconds before the referee parted them in a little more forceful way by going in between as good as she could.

Air ran out of her nostrils like from a bull in an attempt to compensate the hit, and she would also use the chance to take an obviously impatient stride to the side so that she would step out of the corner she had been driven into, focusing the referee girl to distract her quickly from that step, although not really a technical fault, could be seen as taking a break away from the instructions of the referee.
"Did you at least see that red here scored a dirty hit to the sides?"

Betty held up her fist and pointed it Anna's way.

"Okay, first off? My hair is pink. Or purplish. But it's not red!" She put the other hand on her hip and cocked it to the side.

The referee looked between them and considered the points, before nodding back to Anja and awarding her the penalty. "Oh, come on!" She threw her hands up and rolled her eyes, only bringing them down so she could glare back Anja's way.

"Yeah, yeah, I heard you. Your hair is like as if you are one of these guys from Deep Purple or something, although I would have also thought that you could have also been from Simply Red, fashion wise only of course."
Anja spat back at her opponent with a dismissive gesture of her hand, but was grinning brightly when the referee gave her the chance to play a little bit with Betty.

Shoving her down on the back with one of her gloved hands, she would sit on the upper stomach of the other girl and slide forward until the breasts of the other girl were pressed against the other one and in good sight of the Blonde, although one of her gloves wandered behind her back to lay it on the crotch of Betty with a menacing grin.

Rules were rules, Betty guessed. Annoying, dirty, sexy rules, but rules nonetheless.

She groaned as Anja pushed her down, but she didn't give much of a struggle. Hardly any point to it - one way or the other, she was going down.

"What the fuck is wrong with Deep Purple?" She bit back a sigh as Anja slid up her body and pressed her bresats together - she wasn't heavy, but it didn't take too much weight to get a real effect with that part of her body. And then there was that glove...

The Blonde theatrically with the eyes while her glove had wandered between the legs of the other girl for a hearty rub from left to right and back.
"Gee, why don´t you tell me why it is bad for you when I compare you with them? Maybe cause the members of the band are all guys? With guy haircuts? Or maybe as the band was founded in the sixties, all of the guys could be our grandfathers? Or maybe they all had a Fokuhila hair cut, like you right now actually? Your choice, red."
Fokuhila, the German word for hair that was short in the front and long in the back and was a hair cut often used in the 80s, was one that had somehow found its way it´s way in her used words.

Betty let out a low growl as Anja pressed into her and poured on the insults by dissing her favorite band. "Like you've got any taste. What're you, a fucking Rammstein fan?"

The time for quips was over, though, as Anja's glove came over a particularly sensative spot and illicited just the right emotion from the bitter boxer, making her sigh and toss her head back as she was worked through the fabric. She gripped the ropes hard and let her head slink down, and she even bit her lip to take her mind off the pleasure. Didn't work, but it was worth a shot.