Sabrina vs Tsubaki

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Fucking hell, was it already time for one of her first matches here? Sabrina chuckles as she finished up wrapping her hands in tape, the type of worn stuff you grabbed from the underground, but she preferred it over the ropes you got from others or store ones. That was just her motto to be completely honest, but who cares?

Clad in nothing more than a pair of mismatched blue and red boots, black athletic shorts, and a pair of gloves matching her flame tattoos that went down all the way to her wrists. Sabrina stood up as the muscles within her back tensed, biceps curled slightly, and her gloves laced on as tight as she could possibly get them. Fucking hell, using her teeth was the real pain in the ass, but fuck it.

She didn’t know much about her opponent, not like she researched them. Only that they were pretty damn tough and might have come from a gang type thing? She hadn’t a clue, and she couldn’t care less. Walking from backstage, she was greeted to the rocking sound of her theme music.



Taking down to the stage, she was greeted to the roaring applause of many that came to witness this bloody spectacle tonight, and probably enjoy the fact she was topless. So maybe she was called shallow, money grabbing, greedy, but who the fuck cares? She got paid extra, and she didn’t have to bother wearing those tops... Itchy things. ”That’s fucking right, animals. Main bitch in the house to fight for your fucking money’s worth, eh? Ah, fuck off... I’m just gonna get my kicks... Well, kicked.”

Win or lose, she didn’t care. As long as she got herself a good fight and some money, who gives a shit? Climbing up to the ring, she patched onto the second ropes and climbed right up to slip in beneath the top rope and second rope. Hopping around for a few seconds, she eventually stepped to the blue corner where she shadow boxed for a few seconds. Displaying some decent speed as well as power in her punches.

She was gonna fuck this girl up.

Tsubaki looked at the clock and saw that she had around five minutes, before she had to make her entrance. She put on her crimson red boxing gloves and took a final look into the mirror to see if she had forgotten anything.

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Her eyes started at her red and black boots, went over her boxing shorts, with the same color scheme and then rested for a moment on her bare chest.
Today's match was going to be a topless boxing match. Tsubaki did not agree to participate because she was a pervert or anything like that. She just knew that topless matches were usually payed better than normal ones and if she had to show her tits to earn a few bucks extra, she would be happy to oblige.

She turned around and faced the two other people in the room. Her cousins Ryoma and Shouma were with her today, to play the part of her cornermen. They were both well built, even tho not as well as she was and they wore very used up looking black suits.
"How do i look?" She asked them.
They looked at each other and then gave her a smirk.
"Like a warrior princess."
She smirked back at them and then threw two soft punches into their shoulders.
"Alright, lets go!"
She headed out of the locker and could hear the arena crowd getting louder, as she got closer to the main fighting area. Just as she reached it, she could hear her entrance theme start up.



Tsubaki was greeted with thunderous applause. Not even in her peak MMA days had she seen a arena this packed full of people. She spotted her opponent and her bi-colored outfit immediately reminded her of someone she did not want to be reminded of. Her neutral expression took on more of a angry look.
"I will make this girl pay for reminding me of HER" She said grumbling to herself.
But her two cousins took a quick concerned look at each other and then took their places near the red corner. Meanwhile, Tsubaki climbed up the ring and jumped over the top rope. Both feet landed on the mat with a loud THUMP and she squared up to her opponent. Making the size difference between them very apparent while she stared her down.
"What was your name again? I will need it for your tombstone."

This chick definitely had a little more height on her compared to poor Sabrina. She wasn’t all that bothered seeing as the chick was about two inches higher, or something like that... Fuck, she really was bad at math. Not exactly her fault, but she would just blame society because fuck society, right? Her theme music was so fucking crappy too, or maybe that was just because she had poor tastes in cultural music. She was a simple gal after all...

Squaring up to Tsubaki, Sabrina looked up at the woman with nothing more than a simple grin. That was the best line she had? Come the fuck on! Was this amateur hour or was this chick just this crappy with taunts? Hell, she’d met orphans that gave better insults, and those little bastards knew to aim below the belt. Both figuratively and literally.

”That’s the best taunt ya got for me, fuckface? Name’s Sabrina, or Sabs, or whatever the hell you prefer. What’s your name, fuckface?” Looks like Sabrina has chosen a nickname for Tsubaki already. She thumped her mitts together with resounding thuds, her muscles ripe with anticipating and tense, ready to move in a moment’s notice and waiting for the bell to just go off.

The foul mouthed nature of the smaller fighter did not surprise Tsubaki. Though she had to admit that the smaller girl had some balls to talk like that, to someone of Tsubaki's size.
To the question about her name, Tsubaki answered in a calm but slightly proud voice.
"My name is Tsubaki Himura. Your face is the only one getting fucked tonight!"

The bell rung and started the first round.
Tsubaki jumped back and rose her gloves, her biceps bulging as she did so.
She extended her right arm to touch gloves. Which was a formality she didn't want to drop, just because her opponent was a rude little street rat.

”That’s one of ‘em anime type names, right? Gotta admit, I don’t go around fighting you guys cause you got that natural Kung fu shit build in, right? Either way, let’s try and make this a fucking bloody beatdown.” Sabrina seemed more keen on getting into the battle rather than get bothered by words and insults. Sure, her opponent was bigger, probably stronger to boot, but that didn’t mean jack shit in the grand scheme of things. If you could stand tall and pound the ever living shit outta your opponent, even if they were bigger, stronger, or quicker, then you were a fucking goddess!

At the sound of the bell, Sabrina merely shifted into a basic stance, keeping her legs tense and ready to move, but she did notice the sign of begrudging respect her opponent gave. Smirking a confident smirk, Sabrina nudged her own glove outward and proceeded to give it a firm tap.

Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese, or whatever other type of knee there was, who cares?!

She slammed her gloves together and brought her guard back, waiting to see what Tsubaki had in store before trying to go a bit wild.

To Tsubaki's surprise, her opponent accepted the gesture and touched gloves with her. She had been ready to duck under a cheap shot, but her opponent seemed to be more honorable than she had thought. It slightly increased her respect for the smaller boxer, as the bell rang and they both changed into a orthodox stance.
It seemed that her opponent was waiting for Tsubaki to make the first move, which was completely fine in her book.
She stepped in and tested Sabrina's guard with a stiff left straight and a right cross to her face.
Even if Sabrina blocked the attacks, if she didn't prepare for the power of Tsubaki's punches, they would let her stumble back and open her up for a followup right hook to the ribs.

Sabrina managed to bring her head down, using her shorter stature to remain stalwart, she tanked each of Tsubaki’s blows with a slight hiss, but not a single step back had been taken. Her blocking light? Sure, why not just drop the guard altogether when her opponent was clearly the bigger of the fucking two. She wasn’t the smartest person, but she wasn’t lacking common sense in a fucking fight. Bouncing a couple of times on her feet, she suddenly dashed forward, trying to close the gap and pop out around two left handed jabs aimed for Tsubaki’s stomach.

Wether they dodged, blocked, Sabrina would try and surprise her opponent by charging forward like a bull. She hoped to ram straight into Tsubaki’s body, hoping to use that advantage to wrap an arm around the Japanese, or whatever -nese, woman’s body so that she could ram right handed hooks straight for the woman’s ribs.

Her opponent dashed forward and Tsubaki braced herself for impact. However the actual attack that was sent her way was nothing more than two insignificant jabs at her hardened body.
Tsubaki raised an eyebrow at her opponent, as if to say: Was that supposed to hurt?
However the blond was not done yet and charged into her like a angry bull. Tsubaki was pushed back a few steps and ended up in a clinch with the smaller fighter.
A hook landed on Tsubaki's ribs and this time she actually felt it, letting out a grunt as it connected.
The Yakuza girl however did not try to break away. Instead she accepted the challenge for a slugging duel and hammered her left hooks into her opponent's unprotected face.

Sabrina could truly prove to many that despite her short comings to fighters who beat her in height, she found ways to make up for that. From incredible resilience to a fighting spirit matching that of a wild beast from the lands. She grit her teeth against one another, powering blow after blow straight into the exact same spot of Tsubaki’s ribs. It seemed that her opponent was welcome to the idea just as well because as soon as Sabrina struck, blows hammered against her face!

She was able to block a couple of them by digging her face against the woman's chest, using her own breasts as a sort of shield. However, a few did manage to nick by before, contorting her cheek and smashing against her nose. Feet on the mat, Sabrina attempted to sway Tsubaki into the ropes, targeting her ribs over and over again before attempting to dig a left handed uppercut straight for Tsubaki’s solar plexus!

This bitch was gonna go down!

Tsubaki's plan didn't work out as well as she had hoped and the smaller fighter landed three hits on her ribs, for every one that she landed on her face.
Sabrina then managed to push her into the ropes and continued her work on those ribs. Every hit hurt more than the one before and Tsubaki knew that she had to do something, before her body gave in to those hooks.
Then suddenly the hooks stopped and the smaller fighter took a step away to prepare a big left uppercut.
Tsubaki's instinct kicked in and she lunged forward to wrap her opponent up in a tight clinch, leaving no room between them to build up any momentum for a punch.
Tsubaki counted to three in her head to give her body some rest after the barrage she had just taken. She then forcefully pushed her opponent away, just as the referee wanted to split them up and hammered her opponent with a right cross to the face on the way out.
After that, she circled around her opponent to get away from the ropes.