Francesca Poem vs Abigail Adams /I quit match

Abigail was not able at answer him and didn´t react when he spits on her face. She just lay on the ground, whimpering from pain. When Francesca kicked her into her stomach she turned on her back, still not reacting what her opponent is doing to her.
But suddenly she fell how Francesca was squeezing her breasts hard. Abigail started to scream out because of pain and sexual arousal. “no no stop that no!”

"No! I wont stop it!" Francesca spat back spitefully while putting extra effort into mercilessly squeezing Abigail's plentiful mounds, moving his hands in every direction possible to try and make the sexual attack as effective as possible. "All I wanted when I came into this ring was a good fight! And what do you do!? Take advantage of my polite gesture and scream insults at me!" The boy yelped down at her furiously before finally letting go of her breasts, only to move his hands up slightly to tightly grab her nipples, violently twisting them as soon as he got a good hold.

Abigail screaming become louder when Francesca put her Hands in different directions. “You are a fucking man you don´t deserve better than be treated like trash!” She breath in deep when he finally let go of his breasts. But then she notive where he is moving his hands to. “Don´t be that dare to touch me there. If you do, I swear I will….” She could not finish her sentence because Francesca started to twist her nipples, and Abigail started to scream out in pain. She tries to get her hands on the hair of the boy und pull as hard as she can.

"What will you do bitch!? What will you do!?" Francesca yelled angrily as he twisted Abigail's sensitive nipples to their limits, only releasing them when the girl grabbed his long hair, at which point he rapidly moved his hands up, grabbing a hold of her hands and pulling to try and force her to let go. "Owowow!! Fucking get off and lose with some dignity you horrible girl!!" The boy whined as he continued to try and get her hands off of him, finding absouloutely no enjoyment in the stinging feeling shooting through his scalp.

Abigail looked up at him with an angry, almost empty look in her eyes. Still holding the boys hair with one hand she tries to grasp his throat and compress it with all her strength in her hand. As hard as she could she tries to choke the little boy. “No man,” she started to talk very quiet and very serious, “is allowed to touch me there! NO Man!” She slowly tries to pull the boy down from her and on the ground, while holding his hair in the one and his throat in the other.

"Ahaaggh!!" Francesca choked out as he soon found one of Abigail's hands tightly wrapped around his throat, heavily limiting his breathing and managing to expand on the already excruciating pain from the hair-pulling even further. "Huuuhaa!!" He whined out as he found himself being moved out of his position of dominance, currently being overpowered by his deceptively strong opponent despite his most valiant efforts to fight back against her.

Abigail put her face very close to Francesca´s; she looked him deep into the eyes with an emotionless face. “I hope you repent it now!”, she said very slowly, while pressing as hard as she can at his neck. She collects spit from deep of her mouth before spitting into Francesca´s face.

"Hmmff!! P-Please!! C-Cant!! B-Breath!!" Francesca barely managed to choke out as he desperately tried to get in air, his struggling slowing down every second which Abigail had her hands tightly wrapped around his sensitive throat. With the unpleasant glob of spit nailing him straight in the face the boy stopped struggling, his entire form going limp as he lay there for a few moments, his expression falling further into sadness as he quietly murmured to the best of his ability. "Q-Quit.."

The ref heard the little boy quitting. He gives the signal to ring the bell.
Although Abigail heard the bell ringing she ignored it and keeps choking Francesca. She hoped she would be able to let him pass out to make him pay.
The ref came out to the two and tried to separate the two fighters. Abigail then ripped herself free. She tried to lift Francesca up from the ground putting him in front of her. Then she tried to run against one of the barricades with Francesca in front of her.

With Francesca's completely limp form only able to release desperate gasps for air it wasn't long before his vision began to blur and eyes gently drifted shut, the last thing which the boy heard being the subdued echoed ringing of the bell as he was forcibly knocked unconscious, losing both the match and the strength to try and resist whatever Abigail had planned. As his opponent decided to continue the onslaught by lifting the unconscious boy and slamming his limp body into one of the barricades it was like someone messing around with a ragdoll. Collapsing to the ground with a loud thud Francesca remained in a completely defenceless state, not feeling the pain now but assuredly feeling it two fold when he wakes back up.