Lorenza Saldano vs. Carmen Rodriguez - Mi Hermana y Yo

Carmen was done boxing.

That wasn't to say she didn’t love the sport. She did. It was her lifeblood, her family’s legacy, something that went to the core of who she was. But she’d had a good career in the sport, had fought all over the world, and accomplished more in ten years than most boxers did in their lifetimes. She was content leaving that life behind her, and focusing on a fun wrestling career and doing her best to fan the flames of  female boxing in Japan.

So, when they’d come to tell her about the Momentum boxing tournament in Yokohama, she’d been interested in seeing it, happy that a spark was lighting up in the division. When they’d offered a spot on the ranks, however, she’d given them, a flat, unequivocal ‘no’. She had no intention of taking the spot of some bright, younger talent trying to make a name for herself, didn’t want to give the impression that she was back with the four ropes.

When they’d offered her an exhibition match, though, something to generate a little extra hype for the first round of the tournament, she’d given it a bit more thought. She didn’t want to steal any spotlight, but throwing her on the card would help out the sales. Just a quick match. Nothing too serious. Just for fun. Kicks. In the end, she’d broken down and agreed to do the match...with a few concessions thrown in.

Those concessions were seen in the ring now, as the Momentum crowd started to make their way into the seats, looking on at the unorthodox ring in the middle of the arena. The AFW was known for its elaborate designs, and it seemed that mindset was carrying over to their newest brand. While it had the standard shape of a boxing ring, everything else was a little different.

The canvas was covered in a thick, dark red carpet, softer and with more padding.

The ropes were taut, but had a delicate velvet covering them, soothing to the touch.

Pillows were scattered about the ring in each corner, just out of the way, enough to not be a distraction.

It was a ring designed for fighting and for fucking, and Carmen had a mind to do copious amounts of both tonight. She didn’t hide it on her face as she came down the ramp, either, covered in her long black robe, her theme music playing loud as the audience cheered her on. A small, knowing smirk was on her face as she slid in under the ropes, and the reason for it became clear when the robe came off, slipping off her body with a pull of the sash and a shrug of the shoulder.

Carmen’s feet and fists were taped up, a sure sign of the battle she expected to have, but the rest of her was dressed for a different kind of combat. She was a black sports bra with red trim, cut low, low enough to show off the full curves of her breasts, leaving the bare minimum to the imagination. Her shorts were skimpy in the same way, only a few inches away from matching a bikini.

It left her toned body on full display, showed off every muscle, and if all the calls were anything to go on, her fans appreciated it. The attention hardly bothered her, a stark contrast from the way she would’ve felt two years ago. While it was nothing she wanted to center her career around, the idea of public hentai was something she’d grown into, in no small part thanks to a certain match with two interesting new friends of hers.

But this look wasn’t for the fans. It was for one woman, who would be coming out to her own music soon enough.

”Lorenza.” Carmen whispered the word as her music died down, and those three syllables alone were enough to make her shiver.

Lorenza wished that she had been as busy the last year or two as Carmen.

She had had a match or two in the AFW ring, and a couple more exhibitions around Japan and even back in the United States. But overall, she had spent more time in the stands than she had between the ropes. It was her own fault, really. She went so hard in any given match that she needed a pretty extensive recovery process, and that problem was exacerbated as she got older. Of course, she refused to give herself that excuse on anything more than a passing level. Yes, she was one of the older fighters on the roster. But was she old? No! She was going to prove to herself that she was not just a hobbyist, sticking around AFW just for fun and living off her past glories. She was a serious danger to any woman who fancied herself a fighter.

And she actually did have an offer to be a part of a tournament—a boxing tournament, one that was supposed to drum up interest in AFW's little-known boxing federation, Momentum. And Lorenza would be lying if she said she didn't consider agreeing to take part, if only for a few seconds. However...she knew that taking part in a tournament with all those young guns wouldn't feel right. They were trying to build a whole new division, and celebrity guests in the tournament would just derail that effort and steal the show. Lorenza referred the organizers to a younger boxer she knew and was ready to go on her way.

But an exhibition match was different. Put her star power in the boxing world behind the event without actively interfering with it. When they offered it, Lorenza had only one question.

The answer was yes, and as soon as that question was answered, Lorenza agreed to the match, without hesitation. She offered a few ideas, heard a few ideas, and now, wearing a long green robe, she stood at the top of the ramp, her proud music playing as she made her way down towards the uniquely-appointed ring, her heart beating quicker than it ever had before for an entrance as she saw her old friend waiting for her. Lorenza threw up a hand to accept the cheers of the crowd before she rolled through the ropes and up onto her feet in the ring.

Once there, she did not go to her rival right away. She gave Carmen a little smirk over her shoulder as she turned towards her corner, undoing the sash and letting her robe fall. The first thing Carmen's eyes would be drawn to would be Lorenza's ass, threatening to burst out of a pair of tight-tight booty shorts, the motion of her muscles visible underneath the white and green fabric as she struck a pose, hands on her hips, before pivoting around and giving Carmen a glimpse at her front, cleavage framed by a skimpy sports bra cut similarly to Carmen's, but in exactly opposite colors, the same as her shorts: white and green trim. Now, Lorenza would stalk forward, a smile on her face, a rosy hue showing on her cheeks as she walked straight up to Carmen and wrapped her arms around her.

"Carmen, mi amor..." Lorenza purred, as her hands caressed her friend's back, and her leg kicked up like a princess as she leaned in to plant a long kiss on Carmen's lips. It was not the Lorenza Saldano everyone may have remembered from her reign as world champion. But she couldn't help herself with Carmen.

Carmen chewed her lip as she waited for Lorenza to come out, fidgeting about in the ring. She was doing her best to hide it, keeping the audience from knowing how much the moment was weighing on her, but she couldn’t keep the truth from herself. She was nervous. Nail-biting, breath-quickening, legs-rubbing nervous, in a way she hadn’t been since her first date in high school.

It wasn’t for the obvious reason, either. She wasn’t worried about the match itself. Winning against Lorenza had long since stopped being a major priority in her book. She was certain they would be fighting each for the rest of their lives, racking up wins and loses with a few draws in the middle. They would take their rivalry to the grave, never settled, never sure who was the better woman.

And she would not have had it any other way. A life with excuses to fight Lorenza Saldano was a good life to lead.

No, there was a simpler question bothering Carmen as her voluptuous, vulpine friend came strutting down the ramp, looking every bit the boxing goddess that she liked to play herself up as. It had been a while since they’d had some real time together, and a few things had changed since then - the most notable difference being the clearcut forest that Carmen had on her head. While being bald wasn’t as big a detriment to her love life as she’d thought it would, stumbling on many women who even preferred the look, Lorenza Saldano was not ‘many women’. The One and Only was just what her title implied. Had she seen the look before? Would it bother her?

Carmen got her answer the moment she looked her way with those sultry, burnig eyes of hers, and she was ashamed for ever doubting her friend, her lover, her hermana. Lorenza looked at her as if she was the sexiest woman on the planet, and it didn’t matter whether that was true or not. She believed it. What else mattered?

She was all too eager to accept the kiss, wrapping her arms around Lorenza with a squeeze of her own, one that involved a fair bit of squeezing on that first-class ass of hers. Every bit as firm and fulsome as she remembered. ”I missed you, too, tigressa.” She was only able to part their lips long enough to say that, before she had to dive in for another hot peck. Just something to tide her over until they got to the proper hentai round. ”You’re ready for this? Not rusty, right? Make me look good, but not too good.”

The two of them had spent some time with each other outside of the ring lately. Some. Not a hundredth as much as Lorenza would have liked. Carmen was a busy woman in the ring. Lorenza was not nearly so busy fighting, but she had had obligations back across the ocean, both in America and in Mexico, to attend to, and there were a few business ventures which had piqued her interest that she was exploring...and the two of them had just settled into a routine of occasional texts and postponed plans that gnawed at Lorenza every day. She had an itch that only Carmen could scratch, and now, finally, she could find that satisfaction.

Lorenza knew full well that Carmen was bald now, and she didn't mind it one bit. Sure, she would love to run her hands through Carmen's luscious hair, use it like the reins of a horse as she rode the Puerto Rican beauty in bed...but she honestly couldn't wait to feel the tingling sensation of that cute peach fuzz on Carmen's skull rubbing against her palm, and she could think of several other...unique things she could do in bed which were much more practical this way.

In the end, it was Carmen. And it didn't matter to Lorenza whether Carmen Rodriguez had hair down to the floor, or was bald, or had a two-foot pink mohawk. She loved the person, not the hairstyle. And, for those people out there who were both boxing aficianados and "shippers," the two of them together now had a nice prince-and-princess vibe going on. Lorenza had been shown a few posts on Japanese sites, in particular, which seemed to be particularly enthusiastic about this sort of aesthetic the two women had.

The fans in attendance tonight certainly seemed to go wild as the very first thing Lorenza did was wrap her rival and lover up in a tight, not-quite-innocent hug and kiss her. Lorenza felt Carmen's hands find her ass as the Puerto Rican woman hugged her in return, and Lorenza moaned softly into the kiss, her lips quivering as she felt those fingers kneading her butt cheeks. She had truly missed Carmen's touch. "Mm...I hope I can keep up with you in the hentai rounds, Carmen...you're already making me so hot..." She gladly dove in for another long kiss, sneaking in a little bit of tongue between Carmen's lips before they pulled back again. "I'll just have to knock you around plenty in the boxing rounds. Tap into that magic from our very first match, eh?" she teased, giving Carmen another peck on the lips, then opening her mouth and very gently nibbling on Carmen's lower lip, then letting her teeth slide down to the woman's chin.

"Mmmmm...estás tan sabrosa..."

Carmen swore, she’d almost forgotten how good Lorenza’s body felt against hers, how well the two of them were made for each other. So close in height and strength and tone. Every one of her muscles complemented Lorenza’s, sliding in like Lego block, leaving little space between them.

The scent, the feel, the touch, the heat, the rumble of her deep voice echoing through their chests, the taste on lips, the texture of her tongue, the edge of her teeth, the look in her eyes…

Damn it, they should’ve started with the hentai rounds. She was supposed to go three minutes without being able to touch Lorenza? Lorenza in heat? Lorenza with a body like this, Lorenza with those bee-stung eager lips, Lorenza with that silly, soft blue hair, perfect for running fingers through? Madness.

Carmen cooed as Lorenza nibbled away on her chin, devouring with those sharp teeth of hers, teasing with every bite. ”You had the judges for that first match. None around this time.” She brought her mouth to the side of Lorenza’s head, pushing past the azure strands to lick at her ear, slapping the lobe about with a few swips of the tongue. ”This time, we don’t stop until you go down or you go down. Get me?”

She could’ve stayed like this for hours, she swore, just making out with Lorenza and throwing taunts her way, but…

”Um, excuse me?” The referee, a mousy little thing with thick glasses that weren’t thick enough to hide her blushing, came over and tapped them on the shoulders.  ”I hate to interrupt, really, but…”

”Right, right, enough foreplay.” She gave Lorenza a peck on the cheek and a slap on the ass for a parting gift, then peeled herself off her fellow Latina. ”Get used to the view, Lorenza.” She waved over her shoulder as she strode back to her corner. ”You’ll be seeing a lot of it.”

Lorenza, normally so focused and so intent on victory, was almost totally lost in the luscious sensations which Carmen's body offered her. The tigress became a kitten when she was around her bald-headed friend, and, perhaps most impressively, Carmen was such a potent intoxicant that Lorenza didn't even care about how her obsession came off to the crowd. She had never been one of those sex-obsessed, hentai-crazy girls...but she didn't mind everyone knowing how much she adored her oldest and greatest rival, her muse, her other half...

Carmen reacted adorably to Lorenza's teasing, and the Mexican woman purred as she continued to nibble her way down Carmen's body, her teeth finding the woman's neck, next, sinking in just deep enough to send a tiny little spark of pain through her gorgeous paramour's body, as Carmen licked at her ear, sending shivers down Lorenza's spine. "Mmn...and you had the judges for our second match. But you're right. Tonight is just you and me, and that is the best. And after I finish you off...maybe you want to go down somewhere a little more exotic, hmm?"

It wasn't the most orthodox way to ask your lover out on a romantic getaway, but Lorenza was totally lost in the moment, lost in Carmen. She barely even noticed the tap on her shoulder, but luckily Carmen was a little more alert, and helped to shake Lorenza from her reverie. The Mexican woman pecked Carmen back when those lips touched hers, and gave her an appreciative whistle after getting slapped on the ass and watching her walk away. "Mmmm. And what a view it is," she sighed, as she backed up without turning around, just so she could keep her eyes on that tight booty as Carmen walked away. They didn't have any toys in the ring...but Lorenza was going to wreck that ass as soon as she got the chance.

Carmen could feel Lorenza’s eyes on her as she made her way to the corner, undressing her and caressing her and doing all sorts of things in that lustful brain of hers. She couldn’t help but think back to their last escapade, the mini-match in her apartment and the steaming night that followed after. They’d discovered many things about each other that night, and she wagered they’d discover many things more tonight. Was this the exact same Lorenza Saldano from then, the one who’d looked better in Carmen’s leather corset and boots than she herself did? Had she picked up a few new things?

She stored that energy away as she slipped her gloves on and turned in the corner, facing her foe from across the ring. As hard as it was, she had to force herself to stop thinking about fucking Lorenza and start thinking about fucking her up. The tigress wasn’t going to come at her slow. If anything, the promise of a passionate night would just make her fight harder, wanting to kick it off on top.

The bell rang, the crowd cheered, and the two Latina titans locked eyes at each from across the ring for the third time in their history. Carmen raised her fists and tapped them together twice, pumping up before she sallied forth. Orthodox stance, clean and tight, giving away nothing for Lorenza to seize on.

She waited until they were about halfway to each other’s position and dashed in the rest of the way, deciding to start things off on a fast note to see if Lorenza could keep up. Closing the distance in a flash, she unleashed a flurry of jabs at Lorenza’s fast, swift strikes to push her back, before she darted back, hoping the wild beauty would take chase.

Damn, it was going to be difficult to ignore Carmen's body during the boxing rounds when it was looking so fine tonight, so firm and toned, displayed perfectly by the skimpy black-and-red attire, giving Lorenza generous eyefuls of sleek tan cleavage and sumptuous thighs which made her mouth water, nearly causing her mouthguard to slip out as if it were some kind of water slide. Lorenza had to thump herself gently on the head with one green glove to bring things back into focus. First, boxing, the way she'd done it for years, the same way she had battled Carmen through two brutal split decisions during their illustrious careers. And then, after that, she would get to try out the tricks she had been dreaming of ever since that night in Carmen's apartment...

When the bell rang, Lorenza pulled her arms up and let her body flow into her stance without even really thinking, as conditioned as she was to it over the years. Her stance and Carmen's were very similar: orthodox, tight and ready, neither of them looking to get too silly with this. They might be fucking like animals in a few minutes, but there was still pride on the line so long as they were wearing these gloves, even when they were striding across a ring floor covered in thick shag carpeting which nearly swallowed Lorenza's feet whole.

Lorenza moved forward purposefully, as Carmen did the same—until they had closed half the distance between them, when the woman with the shaved head suddenly rushed at her, Lorenza grinning as she saw just how eager Carmen was to collide with her. Lorenza tightened her fists and took a breath before her lover came into range. Carmen's initial volley packed all the power Lorenza expected from her, the Mexican legend grunting as those jabs pounded into her guard, bending her forearms back a bit, making it hard to keep her balance. But she held, until Carmen bounced backwards. It was obvious that Carmen wanted Lorenza to chase her. She wasn't exactly being subtle with her strategy.

So, of course, Lorenza grinned and dove right in, dashing forward herself, showing that she wasn't so old that she couldn't match Carmen's speed! She fired off a flurry of jabs, five of them all in quick succession, all aimed right at Carmen's guard. Then she would bounce back a bit, putting some space between them...

...for only a second, hoping she could get Carmen to move forward in response to the perceived opening, before she leaned in again and launched a right hook that she hoped would sock Carmen right in her nose!

Lorenza’s posture was near perfect as she neared Carmen, moving with a stance that would’ve been fit for any of their previous bouts. Not the least bit surprising, really. While some women in the AFW would have played this whole thing as a sillier affair, Lorenza Saldano was not that kind of competitor. Oh, she would be a sensual goddess in three minutes, but until then? She would be every bit the tigress that had taken Carmen to some of the most intense bouts of her boxing and wrestling career.

Tight guard. Perfect spacing with the feet. Never moving too much, so few openings, a right hand held back like a loaded gun, smooth thighs that seemed to go on forever, softs breasts that swayed with every bob and weave, silky hair that was made for fingers to be ran through it…

Whew. Shake it off.

Carmen had her head on straight by the time she was close enough to throw blows, hitting her with jabs that would’ve pushed lesser woman back. Lorenza held her ground, protected herself with a tight defense, but that wasn’t all the tigress had to offer. Carmen stepped back, made some space between them, and that was when Lorenza pounced.

Grace. Speed. Poise. All words that could be applied to Lorenza’s advance, moving like the wind and striking like lightning. Out came the retaliatory jabs, swift strikes that rained against Carmen’s guard, kept her at a distance. But that wouldn’t be it. There had to be something else, and as she moved into Lorenza’s space, she learned precisely what it was.

She almost - almost - didn’t see the right hook coming, so good was Lorenza at hiding it. If she hadn’t happened to glance the right way at the right time, she might’ve missed it all together, and took a far-too-early knockdown. As it was, however, she managed to get her gloves up in time to block it, though that didn’t mean she was getting off with some pain. The blow still rocked her skull through the guard, had enough force to make her upper body wave to the side.

But she wouldn’t retreat. Couldn't retreat. Didn’t want to give any ground. Instead, she swung back in with a left hook aimed at Lorenza’s side, then draw back and came at her with the same move, doubling up in rapid succession, looking to get in some early damage to a keep area.

A strategy was starting to form in her mind. A good one. A simple one. A fun one.

Carmen had moved forwars, starting off the proceedings by testing Lorenza's guard, pounding leather into leather, getting no real results but definitely showcasing her power for both the Mexican woman and the crowd—though of course Lorenza had already felt Carmen's power in so many ways, in the ring and outside of it. And Carmen had felt Lorenza's power, too, but the long-haired pugilist would still let her near-bald friend have it, firing that barrage of jabs that put her on her back foot, keeping some space between them, keeping her honest.

Lorenza was grinning the whole time, and had to be careful not to lose her mouthguard from all the open-mouthed smiling and delighted giggling. Getting into the ring with Carmen was a very special experience. Lorenza didn't know why they didn't do this more often. They could start up a daily show in Vegas. Sell-out crowds every night. And opportunities to test themselves against each other until they were old and grey.

Lorenza's hook didn't land, and that was a shame, but Carmen was rocked backwards, and Lorenza stepped forward, right into her old friend's personal space. Carmen didn't retreat, though, and the two of them were almost right on top of each other as Carmen swung a tight left hook into Lorenza's side, the Mexican woman hissing in pain as the punch actually landed in her bare flank, pounding her to the side, leaving what would surely become a bruise. She quickly adjusted. When the second punch came in, she pushed her body forward—pressing straight into Carmen, tits to tits, belly to belly, their faces coming together too, almost kissing inadvertently as Lorenza let the punch go wide of her side. And she wouldn't waste any time in retaliating, as she swung a punch up from down low, trying to nail Carmen in the chin, rattle her a bit, before trying to shove gloves-on-gloves to separate them again!