Chelsea vs Janet Bikini boxing

Well there was no clear malice over her tactics which was good, Chelsea would hate to think that she lost points with her new friend over what she thought would just be something fun to do. Though it was clear that for matters of pride and simply for her her refusal to be one upped that she would be trying to get her back for that there wasn't much that showed Janet was truly angry at her over it.

That being said there was defienitly some drive behind those punches, as her face could attest to while she was getting pummeled. Her hands up to try and keep her from doing that again all it got her was being wide open to Janet's next attack which was an uppercut to her tender belly. "Ouugh!" she groaned as she felt her glove sink in while she nearly folded up. Chelsea coughed as she tried to stay up, afterwards she would also go for a jab to the body as well to keep the brunette at bay.

As the match had gone up until that point, just as soon as one girl seemed to have taken full control of the match, the other would come back with a vengeance, finding just one opening and then spinning it on into a counterattack, then another and another, until the girl who had been so close, it seemed, to total victory was hardly more than a ragdoll. It remained to be seen whether Janet would be able to bring Chelsea to that point of near-total collapse, but judging by the way the match had turned, it very well might be possible.

Janet peppered Chelsea's face with quick jabs, then went in for a real brutal blow, slamming her gloved fist into Chelsea's belly and nearly making the redhead lose her lunch, it seemed, as Chelsea partially folded up. But Janet quickly learned this would be no cakewalk, as Chelsea came back with a quick shot to her body which made Janet cry out and bend a bit, as well!

But Janet would not stop her assault, as she would throw a hard hook this time, aiming for Chelsea's side!

Right now Chelsea was just trying to defend herself every which way she could even though at this point that kind of thing wasn't going to happen, she was far to tired and unable to coordinate a defense. In fact the best defense she could offer was to take another painful punch to the belly, all she could do was to try and offer a counterattack and nailing her with a body shot of her own. Even though Janets body had to be mush at this point the redhead didn't have the power behind her punches to do as much as before and the brunette was back on her faster then she would have liked.

An arm swung and nailed her side. Another painful body blow "Agggh!" she groaned as she stumbled to the side and struggled to keep her arms up or her legs holding her. Her body coated in sweat and her arms barely up she tried to outslug Janet again and hope for the best. Trying to send a jab at Janet once again to try and drive her back

Janet, too, was not really in much of a position to put up much of a defense. She was exhausted, a testament to just how good Chelsea was, despite being a much newer wrestler here at AFW. But Janet knew what she had to do to win a fight like this: she just had to throw herself at Chelsea, hit her as hard as she could, and hope that she just had more in the tank when Chelsea did the same thing to her.

Janet was nailing Chelsea with some hard blows, including the latest one in her side, but despite all of that damage she was taking, the redhead fought back and hit Janet just as hard. The jab that she threw nailed Janet in her already-bruised chest, throwing the brunette back as she would cry out again in pain! "Unnnghh!"

Though she was dripping sweat and covered in bruises, Janet did not want to backpedal and let Chelsea chase her. If Chelsea stepped forward, Janet would step forward right into her, going almost nose to nose with the other girl as she would try to throw another hard hook into Chelsea's other side!

The fight had devolved as any real strategy was off the tables, neither had the time or the strength to implement anything like that besides use all there reserves to hit the other girl and hope she gave up first, which wasn't really working out for either girl in there current state and Chelsea actually began to think they might both drop, that wouldn't be so bad but not what she was looking for. She wanted to win at all costs but that seemed to be getting dashed by the back and forth display.

Finally though she felt the issue came to something like a resolve as she felt Janets next attack hit her side. Though it didn't hold a candle to the blows the brunette used at the beginning, her body was not exactly in the position to be taking anything like it. "Ough!" she groans as she feels her abs cave in from the punch and she leans into Janet her head coming just above her chest as she tries to stay up but both offense and defense out of the question.

Though she had a disadvantage in terms of number of falls, Janet thought that she might just be able to win this match here and now with this next knockdown. If so, it would be by the skin of her teeth, as she took plenty of hard blows from Chelsea that made her exhausted, bruised body beg to be allowed to collapse and rest for a few hours or days in peace. But Janet kept going. She kept punching.

She did what she could to stay on the offensive. That, she was sure, would be the key to victory.

Finally, Chelsea flinched. She bent forward after Janet whacked her in the side, her head down, no punch coming at Janet in retaliation. This was the brunette's chance to end it. She pulled her right arm back, then swung it forward as hard as she could not once, not twice, but three times, trying to drive three consecutive uppercuts right into Chelsea's belly, hoping that that would be enough to knock the girl down!

Chelsea was in a daze as she laid onto the girl, almost hugging her as her head buried itself into her boob. The redhead wouldn't mind not leaving this spot even though she knew that she was likely going to be evicted, or at least she should have known but it was like she was in a dazed trance as she looked up at the brunette with her eyes half closed. "Are you an angel?" she asked in a tired and mystified voice.

Her answer came in a swift and powerful shot to the gut. "Ugghh!" Chelsea's eyes widened real quick as her body folded up though not time to help her as the next two shots came in just as fast and just as powerful. "Ouuffff! Ouuuugh!" Her body had practically given out by this point as her legs wobbled and her hands slid off of Janet where she folded over Janets glove just about out of it.

Chelsea's face fell into Janet's breast, and it seemed like, after all that punishment, Janet had managed to put her opponent into a trance from which she might not be able to recover. In a way, though, Janet was sort of bummed that this could be the last fall—though she would get the victory, in terms of falls the count would be dead even at 5-5. A little bit less decisive than the former Entropy titleholder would have liked.

But Chelsea was good. Really good. Janet would have to spend some time with her and get ready for a rematch. Maybe they could have lunch and do some training and sparring. Or if Chelsea had some other things in mind, Janet would be happy to indulge her. The way Chelsea's head sort of lolled on Janet's chest, and especially her last little question—which sounded so innocent that Janet couldn't help but laugh—Janet thought that Chelsea might actually have some other ideas for the two of them in the future.

"You'll know for sure if you see me in your dreams when I knock you out," Janet would whisper in reply to her opponent, before pulling her right glove back and bracing Chelsea with her left glove. Janet would swing her fist around backward once, then twice, and then, as hard as she could, she would try to drive her fist up into Chelsea's tummy one last time, trying to make that final uppercut hard enough to lift Chelsea off of her feet and throw her down to the canvas on her back!

Everything hurt at the moment, her head was dazed and her stomach was sore which worked in tangent with her wobbling legs to leave her a mess in the ring, and unable to walk or stand on her own power she laid against Janet and was helpless to do anything but look at her face and ask the first thing that came to her mind (a rather cute but strange question to boot) before Janet decided to finish things with her final combo.

Honestly Chelsea would have preferred she just went for her face, for the redhead it was fun to target the belly, it was not fun to get hit there as her body spiked upwards and slid down to the floor completely drained. An awkward sound came out of her mouth as she fell tried to breath which felt weird to do so as she curled up and laid on the floor. She didn't even try to get up as the ref counted her out, she felt too weak to move and the time was already have passed and she doubted she would be any better prepared for the next five seconds as she struggled not to simply fall asleep from exhaustion.

Janet's last punch forced all of the air out of Chelsea's lungs, and the redhead collapsed in front of her in a heap, for the fifth time. And, it seemed, the last time, as the girl bent low, not moving much. Janet glanced over to their bikini-clad referee, who bounced over and immediately began to count, throwing her hand out dramatically every word she spoke. As the count hit five, then six, then seven, what Janet had assumed was confirmed: Chelsea was not going to get up.

"Ten!" The bell rang, and Janet would grin and wave a tired arm up in the air victoriously. The referee came over and placed a hand on Janet's arm, announcing her the winner, then backed off as Janet did a little twirl for the crowd, to celebrate her victory and bask in the loud applause of the crowd. Then, she would turn to Chelsea. Janet would gladly fall down to her knees, getting off her feet and not having to wobble from exhaustion anymore.

"So, Chelsea..." Janet would sigh happily. "I think I have an idea of what my last body part for you to worship will be..."