Lorenza Saldano vs. Carmen Rodriguez - Mi Hermana y Yo

Taking on Lorenza was always a dicey affair, and it was a testament to the woman’s skill that, as much as she’d studied her movements, as much as they clashed, as familiar as she was with everything that body of hers could, the tigress could still get in quite a few good swipes with those claws of hers. Even with their advancing ages, they were still as sharp as ever. Two women at their peak, who knew each other well, fighting with everything they had. A rare sight.

Carmen thought she was making good ground when Lorenza retched from that shot in the side, taking it hard, agony filling her eyes. That was an opening, it had to be, and she raised her other fist to take advantage of it, but the window of opportunity shut far sooner than she’d anticipated. This was communicated to her quite clearly when a green glove sunked so deep into her stomach she could’ve sworn it touched her spine.

Gasping, Carmen jerked forward, nearly stumbled, but caught herself before she could lose anymore of the moment. Planting her feet, she knew the last thing she could afford to do was falter. Not when she was so close. If Lorenza could hang, so could she - that was the way to do things

Bending her knees, she turned her body into a spring and threw herself forward, ramming her body hard into Lorenza to throw her back, make some space, knock her into mid-range. It was a gap that she’d try to fill quick, trying to step forward before her foe could regain her footing, rising up to nail her with a stiff right hook aimed at her temple, wanting to crack her on the side of her skull.

Lorenza was ready to finish this sooner, rather than later. She was horny, incredibly so, and every sense seemed to be enhanced by that arousal. Her skin prickled at the slightest touch or shift in the air. Her ears were ringing with noise, either from the punches she'd taken or from the roar of the crowd around them as they battled towards a climax. And Lorenza's nostrils were already completely saturated with the scent of her lover!

She took that first punch, bending in agony, but gave just as powerful a shot in return that doubled Carmen over. Lorenza raised a glove, ready to follow it up, preferably with something to the chin. But Carmen moved faster than she could, throwing her body forward, chests smacking together, gloves flailing, throwing Lorenza back a couple of steps. A fresh Lorenza wouldn't have let her get away with a sloppy shove like that, but exhausted Lorenza couldn't help but be put on the defensive. And Carmen was coming after her now. She had to weather the storm.

She brought her gloves up just before that punch drilled into her temple. Her guard absorbed it—or some of it. The force of the blow still rattled her brain, and she grunted as she stumbled back again, keeping her guard up, reeling, trying to recover fast as Carmen came after her!

Carmen had been where Lorenza was now, every boxer with serious fights on their record had. There was nothing quite like having your bell rung by a solid shot like that. That insane impact running through your skull, the feedback, your brain cells scattering and your mind frying, all of it coming at you, all at once.

She knew that sensation well, and she knew with Lorenza, it would give her a window. A small, precious window.

Her body was still restarting after their time on the floor, recovering from a unique brand of fatigue, but she was getting better at suffering through it. With her foe falling back, she moved fast to close in, wanting to push her rival all the way back to the corner.

This would, normally, be the time where she would try to drill Lorenza with a combination, wanting to keep her on the defense, make her guess which direction to block next. Now, however, she had something more aggressive in mind. She took a step in, ducked down and brought her right fist with a high punch, curving it to the side as she aimed at Lorenza’s face. It was an overhand right, a punch designed to move over a guard and strike her foe in the face. Wha her father used to call a ‘Shield-Breaker’.

Lorenza was on the defensive. Not her favorite place to be, but one she had been forced into once or twice in the past—most notably by Carmen herself—and a place that any champion needed to know how to survive and come out of. She was stunned and reeling now, but she just had to go through a few quick mental steps. Deep breath. Shake it out. Make your eyes focus. Do it all before the other woman got in another good shot like that.

Carmen didn't throw another punch immediately, and Lorenza got the time she needed to recover. Carmen was moving in, not as fast as Lorenza would have expected, and the Mexican pugilist would fire off a quick right hook at Carmen's head as it dipped low, trying to disrupt whatever it was she had planned.

Lorenza didn't quite manage to do that, as the Shield-Breaker roared up, curving around Lorenza's green gloves, tagging her again in the face with another powerful smack of leather on flesh. She groaned and spat a bit as she was forced back again, shoved another few feet towards the corner—but she wasn't going to make this easy on Carmen. She stamped a foot down and threw herself forward. She was dizzy, and it wasn't easy, but unless she wanted to be trapped on the turnbuckle she had to do something. And right now, that something was smacking into her rival, body to body, throwing as hard a left jab into Carmen's abs as she could muster as tried to go for a clinch with the other arm.

Going to war with Lorenza Saldano was always a tricky proposition - the woman was so strong, so fierce, she could turn any match around in an instant. It was the reason she’d held onto that belt for so long and become a legend in their weight class, how she’d earned her nickname in the first place. How many women had tried to corner the Tigress, only to get sliced up when the claws came out?

Carmen knew that better than most, and realized that, just because she’d managed to make the blue-haired bomber retreat, it didn’t mean she could just take advantage and walk right over her. The woman was dangerous in a corner.

As if to prove that, she lunged out as Carmen moved in for the kill, closing the distance and making the punch she was winding back for useless. Carmen wound up eating a hard blow in the side, one that left her innards stirred and forced the breath clean out of her lung. It wouldn’t have been fun if she’d been at her 100%, but with such a grueling, unique match, her body was a wreck. Hissing, she swung them around and tried to push Lorenza off, attempting to make distance between them before she had to suffer another strike.

At this close range, hugging Carmen tightly with one arm and mashing their sweaty, purpled bodies together, Lorenza's subconscious almost roared back into control, hungering for another hentai round, a surprisingly insistent voice urging her to drop the pretense of boxing and fuck Carmen silly again, rules of this round and this whole match be damned. It was tempting. Oh, so very tempting, as she felt Carmen's chest heaving against hers after she landed that blow to her side...

But Lorenza had made a point of resisting temptation her whole adult life, knowing what it could cost her to give in. Maybe the cost wasn't as high right now as it was when she was a teenager fresh off the streets, but her pride and her unbent will still kicked into high gear.

She aimed another shot at Carmen's side, but before it could land, her lover turned them and threw Lorenza back, putting plenty of space between them. Lorenza, panting, did not dive in right away, though she didn't back up any further and, indeed, let her guard rise again as she squared off with Carmen yet again. They were both getting exhausted, and this match was not going to last much longer. It was remarkable to think just how much the hentai rounds were taking out of her, that in the fifth round overall of the match she was in such a state.

Of course, it was not just the hentai rounds, but Carmen, as well, as fierce a competitor as ever.

Lorenza circled to the side, moving back into open space, but never getting further from Carmen than where she began circling from. Step by step, in fact, she would close the orbital distance between them. She led with a quick right jab, then moved to the side, and did it again. She made as if to fire a third, but instead would launch a left hook aimed for Carmen's chest.

The effects of this match were starting to wear on Carmen, giving her an entirely new appreciation for what hentai wrestlers went through. It was funny, really - when she’d first started in the AFW, she’d looked down on the wrestling style, thinking it little more than glorified porn, and it was part of the reason she started out in Tension instead of the main brand, figuring her competition would be more consistent in Kyoto. Since then, she’d learned enough to foster a greater respect for women who did those heated matches, but that was nothing compared to actually being in such a match, with a woman she lusted and longed. It was a kind of endurance that her body was simply not used to, and it was showing.

Mind clear, mind clear. After she pushed Lorenza back, the thought her foe might make a play to close the distance, might come back strong. She brought her arms up in a tight guard, expecting a bullrush of some kind, for the tiger to come her way with heavy swipes of those legendary claws...but that never happened. She was holding back, hesitating. No retreating, mind you, but not pushing forward, either. A solid, steady distance, but Carmen knew better than to mistake it for fear. Her lover wasn’t afraid of anything in a boxing ring.

”Okay, okay…” She chewed her lip as she closed in, measuring the distance with each step. She tightened her guard, playing it safe, and that play was rewarded when Lorenza came in fast. A jab from one angle and a jab from the other side, nice and strong, but both whiffs off her tight guard.

It was tempting to strike back after the first two, but she fought that temptation, and it was with good reason. Another blow, harder than the previous two combined, came in and crashed against her guard, driving her back a couple of steps. It came close to making it all the way through, but didn’t. Still, the shock left her shaking.

”That all you got, tigress?” She smiled from behind her guard and kept moving forward. ”Getting weak in the knees?”

They had reached a match reset, as Carmen managed to break away from Lorenza, with neither of them in a position to take advantage of the other before a guard could be put up and a defense mustered. So they both backed off a step, got their gloves up, and began to circle around each other again. Lorenza had intended to end this match here in the fifth overall round, but she was starting to wonder whether that would be possible, knowing how stubborn Carmen could be. The possibility of another hentai round made the hairs on the back of her neck prickle with excitement. She wondered how long she could actually resist the temptations of Carmen's flesh.

Probably not so long that she could feel comfortable taking the match that far. If she could, she would finish it now. Her jabs hit Carmen's guard without doing much damage, but she felt the bend in the shorter-haired fighter's defenses when the hook came crashing down on her. It came close to busting through. It didn't make it. Not quite. And Carmen wanted to sound off about that.

Lorenza smirked. "Only for you, baby," she said, making an exaggerated, wet kissing sound at Carmen. This sort of playful teasing felt so strange to Lorenza, but she didn't dislike it, not when she was exchanging it with Carmen. "Why don't you come see what I got, huh?" she goaded, firing off with another quick jab, then aiming a quick hook to the body, to break Carmen down bit by bit if she didn't come out from behind her guard!

Playing peekaboo with Lorenza Saldano. Always a touchy proposition.

Carmen remembered one match where a woman tried that, during one of the tigress’ title defenses, one she had to study up on for their first match. She thought she could outlast the champ, wear her out with some rope-a-dope. Not the worst idea ever, but that strategy required your opponent to tire themselves out. That could happen fast with most women, it was like the ring was designed to drain your energy away to nothing, but Lorenza had this way of defying such expectations and finding hidden reserves.

Lorenza won that particular bout by KO, as she recalled. Second round? Third round? Couldn’t quite recall.

She had no interest in repeating history, though. The jab slapped up against her guard, deflecting it well, but the tigress showed the limitations of her guard with a strong hook to the side - Carmen was able to drop her arm just enough to block some of it, but 50% of a Lorenza Saldano hook still hurt like hell. She clinched her teeth hard, kept from crying out, but knew she had to do more than that. More than resist.

As her foe pulled back and readied her next attack, Carmen pushed back, moved forward in her guard and rammed Lorenza to make space. Not much, but just enough for her to drop the guard and let fly with a right uppercut, dipping low and rising up fast, targeting her opponent’s chin.

Lorenza waited, teasing her lover, wondering just how long it would be until the Puerto Rican beauty could be coaxed out of her shell. Lorenza could be a patient woman when she had to be, moreso nowadays than in her younger, championship-caliber years. She was more than happy to beat on that guard until it cracked if she had to. But she had a feeling it wouldn't come to that.

And it didn't. Carmen came barreling in at her as she was readying her next punch, the two of them colliding, legs tangling, close enough to smell each other's breath. Carmen's black gloves finally broke apart, one of them curving upward, towards Lorenza's chin. Lorenza would backpedal another step, separating from Carmen again, but trying to bob her head out of the line of fire. She didn't make it all the way out, but took just a grazing shot to the chin, leather making her flesh tender and rattling her jaw, but not hitting with the sort of bone-crunching force Lorenza knew Carmen was capable of generating.

The Tijuana Tigress smiled. With Carmen's guard down, the two of them could start trading shots for real, and aim to settle this match at last.

Lorenza aimed a quick left jab at Carmen's chest, trying to make her guard go low, then, in retaliation for the uppercut, fired off a right hook that curved slightly downward, aiming to catch Carmen's jawline right between chin and cheek to wrench that head downwards and leave her stunned for a following left straight!