Lorenza Saldano Vs Yvette King - Standard Boxing

Nothing could quite compare to the anger that Yvette had pumping through her veins right now. If it was her way she would have thrown the gloves off and charged at Lorenza and punched her until her face was red with blood. How dare she use that clinch to escape. When Yvette was doomed she took her punishment and carried on, but no, Lorenza had to chicken out, had to take the easy way out. As Lorenza escaped from the corner, Yvette kept her distance and space. She just needed to keep Lorenza away for now. She would beat the bitch up in the next round.

Lorenza was coming for her now, and she wasn't about to let herself get hit in the closing seconds of the round. As Lorenza closed the gap between them Yvette leaned back, letting the punches that Lorenza threw hit nothing but air. With only seconds left, Yvette decided to mess with Lorenza as pay back. She would fire off a direct jab to the face, but stopped only millimetres away from Hitting her nose. At that point the bell rang to end the round, Yvette spat her mouth guard out and pulled her fists down from Lorenzas face, it was time to give her a peice of her mind.

"You think you can just escape huh? Clinch your way outta anything? What's wrong can't take the punishment? You are fucking dead next round. I am going make sure you bleed all over the canvas you clinching bitch!" Yvette would close the distance between them, hands and gloves down but pressing her chest against Lorenzas. She was fuming still. Even venting wasn't helping now.

Lorenza knew that clinching like that had been a stupid move. She was never going to hear the end of it from Yvette, and she was never going to stop beating herself over the head for it. It had hardly been intentional. She had bent forward and had pretty much just found herself in that position. That was the strong, decisive story that had formed in her mind, but the truth might have been somewhere a little beyond that. The point was, she had been cowardly there, and humiliated herself in front of everyone. And she was going to have to put in quite a bit of work to earn the respect of some of these people back—and to earn back her own self-respect. She was going to knock Yvette out and feel damn good doing it.

As she launched a combination at Yvette, her gloves found nothing but empty space. As the final seconds of the round ticked down, Lorenza would shift to her back foot and, when Yvette threw that punch that she ultimately ended up pulling back, trying to taunt Lorenza, the former champion had already slid to the side, out of harm's way. Once the round was over, Lorenza wanted to give Yvette a piece of her mind as much as her young foe wanted to yell at her. Lorenza spat her mouthguard into a glove and walked right up into Yvette, their chests smashing together, their sweat-covered foreheads sliding into each other.

"You shut your fucking whore mouth, you puta, you slut. You think I'm scared of a little girl with her curly fucking blonde hair? You are a joke, and I am going to destroy you," Lorenza would growl. Meanwhile, the corner teams and the referee seemed to be at a loss as the fighters stayed in the center of the ring to talk trash rather than returning to their corners. "You're the one who's fucking dead. The people in the front row will be washing your blood out of their hair!"

Venting was good for the soul. Or at least that is what they said. It felt good to once more let off all that anger, but Lorenza's retaliatory words just pumped that anger right back into her. how dare she speak to her like that, calling her a whore. That was it. If there was any part of Yvette that hadn't been pumped to knock Lorenza out, that had changed now. Right now her mind was focused on one thing, knocking that bitch out. And making sure that the former champion knew what she was up against. As lorenza pushed in, she didn't fall back, happy to keep it going.

"Ahahaha... oh god don't make me laugh. You are a old has been. A FORMER world champion. Clearly you aren't that good anymore. As you WERE the champion. Instead you are just that old hag who won't admit she is nothing more than a washed up veteran who is off her peak, off her game, and no longer liked by anybody. And if i have to knock you out tonight to prove to you what a useless old fuck you are, then so be it!"

Yep... no holding back, at that point she would lift her gloves up and use them to push Lorenza away, before turning on the back of her heels and walking back to her corner. She could help but laugh. She was enjoying this far too much.

Neither woman was going to back down with the insults, which only meant that they were going to get uglier and more personal. Strangely, though, through her anger, Lorenza was actually starting to have fun as she and Yvette pressed into each other in the center of the ring. And it wasn't just that vicious sort of fun that she would sometimes have when she absolutely tore into a clearly inferior opponent. Yvette was clearly inferior, albeit very, very lucky, but the trash talk that flew between the two of them hyped Lorenza up, caused her adrenaline and her endorphins to surge and encouraged her to keep fighting as hard as it possibly could. It was almost like a very strange sort of bonding, on some level.

But Lorenza, right now, was focused on envisioning Yvette with half of her teeth knocked out of her pretty little American mouth. "Oh, you make yourself look so big and strong with all your talk! Old this, old that, washed up, has-been, all that bullshit? So, what, you think you're fighting an eighty year-old woman?" Lorenza would hold up a gloved fist threateningly. "This old woman is still winning, bitch. And even if I was off my game, how off would I need to be to lose to some amateur Alabama puta like you, eh? You ever won a match before? Your pretty blonde ass is about to get the shit beaten out of it."

Yvette would push Lorenza away after that, and the Mexican champion would go back to her corner for what few seconds remained of the break. Her team hardly had any time to heal her wounds, but, professional and experienced as they were, they got the job done. They at least did as good a job as Yvette's team, Lorenza was sure. As she turned back around and headed for the center of the ring to start the fifth round, Lorenza was grinning, thinking about all that talk between the two of them, and excited to turn the match decisively in her favor in this round.

While Yvette was ecstatic about the idea of winning this match, deep down inside her, she knew this was going to end badly for her. Lorenza had years worth of more training, and as Lorenza had rather harshly pointed out in her smack talk just now, she hardly won any fights. That didn't make her a bad boxer - at least that was what she had been telling herself. She was just unlucky.

Returning to her corner she could feel the fire burn inside of her now. It burned for one thing and one thing only: to make this older washout pay for those comments and to draw as much blood out of her as possible. If victory was not an option, then Yvette would force the bitch to bleed as much as possible. It was evident that her corner crew, while not hers, was nowhere near as experienced as Lorenza's, she barely had time to get a drink and get her mouth guard reinserted - again before the ref called for them to go back to the middle of the ring.

The crowd was getting excited for this. They could feel the anger and almost hatred burning between the two, they could see what was going on and how this could possibly end. Yvette was too focused right now to even pay the cheering and jeering crowd any attention at all. She kept her eyes focused on Lorenza the whole time, waiting for the bell, waiting for the carnage to begin. She wouldn't have to wait long before the ref signalled the bell, and the 4th round was now underway. Yvette straight away dropped into her stance and moved in, not bothering with circling Lorenza, she wanted blood and she wanted it now. She had somewhat hoped that the rush would have caught Lorenza off guard, but she doubted in, getting in closer Yvette hunched down, lowering her profile to make herself a harder target but to also allow her new angles to fuck Lorenza up with. As she got within a decent striking range, Yvette threw her left fist high and wide, aiming to through a loose and a not exactly well aimed hook to the woman's face. It merely served as a distraction, hoping that Lorenza would move her guard and expose herself for Yvette's next move; a nasty right uppercut to the jaw, hopefully going right in between Lorenza gloved guard, proving to the older woman that nowhere was safe.

The two of them had been spitting progressively nastier insults at each other throughout the first four rounds of their bout, and now, as round five of the ten-round match began, Lorenza was preparing to emphasize just how vast the gulf in talent between the two of them was. She would make Yvette hurt, and bleed, and cry, and in the end the blonde would be unconscious on the canvas with Lorenza's boot rubbing all over her face. Maybe, if she was properly worshipful when she awoke, Lorenza would let her lick the boot's heel. The Mexican boxer clenched her teeth, tightened her fists, and smiled as she and Yvette approached each other and the fifth round began.

It was time to back up her talk. As the crowd cheered, Lorenza put up her gloves and closed in on Yvette again. The blonde seemed to have zeroed in on Lorenza, and Lorenza gladly marched straight forward, foregoing any time-wasting circling so that the bloodbath could begin again. She knew that she would get hurt in the conflict, as well, possibly severely, but pain was only an obstacle on the path to victory. Sometimes, it was even pleasant.

The rush in from Yvette did not catch Lorenza off-guard, but her combination managed to, as the left hook got Lorenza to lift her gloves and spread them out enough that the uppercut could slide in between them and slam into her jaw. Lorenza exhaled a sharp breath of air and bit down hard on her mouthguard as her head snapped up and she wobbled back. Quickly, even as the pain flashed through her skull, she tried to retaliate, trying to aim a hard left hook downwards, coming from above at her crouched opponent and hopefully slipping it above Yvette's guard to drill the glove high into the side of her skull!

Whoever controlled this round was going to win. At this point you were halfway through, both fighters should be at their peak now and their best boxing should be on display. Hitting Lorenza with the uppercut was the highlight of the match so far. The Mexican woman had fallen for the trap perfectly. Now it was time to follow up and start applying a whole world of hurt onto her. Except Lorenza had other ideas. Yvette had expected Lorenza to be stunned for at least a few seconds, giving her time to through in another jab combo, but almost immediately after the uppercut, Lorenza fired off her own attack, hitting her in the skull.

As the fist hammered down, Yvette had to resist and fight her bodies momentum as it tried to fall to the floor. She couldn't do it. Not this round. There were going to be no knock downs this time. Crouching further down, Yvette fired back, trying to ignore the fact that it felt like she had her head cracked open, or the blurred vision that was creeping in on the side of her vision. She would throw her left fist forward, trying to jab the woman in the stomach, and if it worked she would follow through with another jab from her right. She just needed to keep hurting Lorenza, applying pressure and making her regret getting into the ring with her. Right now Yvette wanted the bitch dead, whether that happened in the ring, or out of the ring. She was getting the shit beaten out of her.

It took a lot to stun Lorenza. A lot more than the Mexican boxer thought her cute little blonde opponent had. Yvette could try with all her might to knock the blue-haired legend out, but Lorenza was pretty sure that they both knew just how fruitless an effort that would be. Meanwhile, Yvette had already been knocked down once—all the way back in the first round, sure, but it proved that Lorenza had the ammunition in her arms to take her opponent to the canvas. Yvette could not say the same.

And so, no matter what Yvette hit Lorenza with, the Tijuana woman would always fire back, harder and faster. And if Yvette challenged her to a hundred fights, not once would the blonde be able to defeat the former world champion. Her uppercut hurt Lorenza, snapping the Mexican woman's head back. But Lorenza came right back at her, raining pain down on Yvette's pretty face.

Yvette almost fell. The audience gasped as they saw her knees bend and her upper body begin to fall back. But Lorenza, towering over her foe, did not think Yvette would fall this time. The younger boxer seemed to have fortified her resolve, and, crouching down further, she threw a left jab that tagged Lorenza hard in her rock-solid abs. Lorenza groaned, then, as Yvette threw a right jab, she would slide to the side, trying to avoid that punch, letting it graze across her side. Lorenza did not want to trade blows and trade blows and trade blows. She wanted to demonstrate just how much better she was. With Yvette still crouching, Lorenza would bend, as well, then swing her right glove around, trying to bring it rising up into Yvette's chin to force her upward with a hard uppercut!

While it was clear to everyone around that the skill gap between these two was vast, Yvette was adamant to close that gap as much as possible. She wasn't sure how she was going to do it yet, but she would find a way. Hitting in her abs was supposed to be the start of a long combo that would see Lorenza knocked out, but after taking the shot, Lorenza proceeded to dodge Yvette's next attack. Yvette almost growled at the missed punch. Right now she wanted to do everything she could to keep the pressure up on her, and every missed punch gave Lorenza a chance to fight back, and turn the tides back.

While many would think that Lorenza was going to finish Yvette now, right now she begged to differ. When Lorenza fired off her punch Yvette managed to raise her guard and block the punch, her gloved fist hammering into Yvette's forearm and causing a mild stinging pain in the impact zone. The crowd seemed to like that, but it was nowhere near perfect for Yvette. While she had managed to cleverly block the punch, the force of the punch still came through, and forced her to fall flat on her behind.

The second her backside was on the canvas, the ref intervened, pushing Lorenza away from Yvette.It was a bit of an awkward situation to be in, his didn't really happen in boxing, but the ref began to count out. She didn't need to count for more than a second however. Yvette was climbing back to her feet, her muscles aching, reminding her of her previous few rounds. As she got back to her feet she punched her gloves together, before nodding to the ref, who in turn nodded for the fight to continue. Yvette would raise her guard and her gloves, and Let the former world champion come to her. She seemed to do better on the counterattack.

Yvette's first punch hit Lorenza hard in her abs. It shook the Mexican boxer, and it took a lot to shake a former world champion. Even the second punch, which Lorenza managed to evade, for the most part, by dodging to the side, still managed to sting as it grazed across her peachy skin. She was starting to tire, if only slightly. The wounds inflicted on her by her far less experienced opponent were starting to accumulate, and what might have been a stinging pain here and a brief throbbing pain there earlier in the fight were now turning into persistent, nagging aches, her flesh seeming to twist itself in knots every few seconds at several very tender sites all over her torso and face.

Thankfully, no matter how old she was, and no matter what Yvette tried to say to take her off of her game, Lorenza Saldano was still Lorenza Saldano.

She avoided whatever plans Yvette had for that combination, killing it before it really had a chance to get going. And then, she struck back. With Yvette bent low, she was right at an appropriate height for Lorenza to hit her with a hard uppercut. It was serendipitous, really, and, when the glove smashed into her chin and knocked her out, this match would be over with and Lorenza would celebrate another victory against a pesky but ultimately overmatched opponent.

Yvette managed to avoid that fate. The pesky only got peskier, as she lifted her gloves and blocked the punch.

Of course, it was still a Lorenza Saldano punch. And her punches always packed quite a bit of power behind them, even when they didn't hit. Though Yvette managed to block the punch, she fell down on her ass due to the sheer force of the blow. Obviously, her balance was not as good as it was when the match began. Her butt hit the mat with an audible thump, and Lorenza smirked down at her, clearly satisfied with the knockdown. But it was far from a decisive one. This match was far from over. Yvette swung up onto her feet with speed born of youthful legs, and got back into a boxing stance. Lorenza would put her gloves up again, as well. She stared Yvette down. And she moved in again, throwing a quick jab at Yvette's guard, just to test her and see how that knockdown affected her.