Cancelled

- Are you kidding me? - asked indignantly Victoria.
- Why? - Karen clarified.
- I put up with your first hardcore match, but at least it was in the ring. Now are you going to fight right on the street? That goes beyond any reasonable limits, Karen.
- What's the difference? I have been involved in street fights for the past eight years. Yes, they are held in the octagon, but do you really think that the place is the most dangerous component? - Karen is already tired of the fact that her manager is constantly worried about her.

They drove in a car, there was only a few minutes to their destination, and Victoria decided to devote this time to moralizing. Karen herself had a different opinion about the upcoming match. The debutant put forward very, very interesting conditions for her first match. No holds barred and on the street. Karen dug a little on the Internet and found that her new rival had behind her professional boxing experience. Thinking about this, Karen smiled, because she had been engaged in boxing since she was eight years old, however, she preferred street fights rather than a professional ring.

- Victoria, leave her alone, she knows what she’s doing, - Damien said dryly from the driver's seat.

Victoria was filled with indignation, and Karen was filled with gratitude. Damien was right, she knew what she was doing. One day she was going to become a champion and such matches were supposed to help her climb up along the thorny path. If she will refuse these challenges, then she shouldn't think not only about the hardcore or entropy belt, but even about the rising star belt. The car stopped, they arrived at the place.

- We'll pick you up after the match, - Damien said.
- Yeah, - the girl answered shortly and opened the door.
- Karen... - Victoria grabbed her ward by the hand, and the girl turned around, - good luck.
- Yeah, thanks, Victoria, - the street fighter smiled, feeling that her manager was speaking from the bottom of her heart.

She got out of the car and steadily headed deep into the alley where the match was to take place. Today she chose the same outfit in which she performed in her first hardcore match. It was the tight black sports bra, black leggings, thin gloves almost to the elbow, light black sneakers, as well as a sweatshirt with short sleeves. This time the entrance music was absent, it was a bit unusual, but the situation required it.

ATTIRE:

She didn’t have to go long, she soon saw the girl-referee who was clearly not delighted with being in such a place. Garbage cans, boards, rags, and only hell knows what other rubbish was around. On the other hand... it was quite spacious here, the lack of space was definitely not felt. And on the walls of the houses were cameras. Of course, AFW must broadcast the matches for which they pay.

Hawk Moth greeted the referee and handed her her phone.

- Save it for me, please, - she asked.

She could only wait for her rival. So Karen leaned back against the least ridged wall and put her hands in her pockets. Street. It was her home. Here she could reveal her full combat potential. She have a good feeling about this.

In the process of waiting, Karen warmed up a little, stretching the main muscle groups. Recently, she has been devoting more and more time to stretching, especially legs, her teacher advised her not to forget about it, otherwise she could be rusted at the most inopportune moment, and girl did not want this. Her legs were already strong, but in the light of recent events, she devoted much more time to training the lower extremities. She again leaned against the wall and yawned, the atmosphere around evoked oppression. In the warehouses in the port docks, where she ruled the ballet, it was always light.

“Maybe I should have worn MMA competition gloves like I did in the match with Lily?” - thought Hawk Moth.

Because nothing to do, she examined her gloves, which were so thin that it was more of an element of decor than sports equipment. But in any case, it’s too late to change anything. Moreover, the silhouette flashed on the side, it seems that her rival arrived, Karen pushed off the wall to meet the friction debutant. And indeed, after a moment, a girl of Korean appearance went out to the illuminated part of their battlefield.

The street fighter scanned her rival with a glance from the top of her head to the heels. She was about five centimeters lower than Karen, but at the same time had a denser physique. They have fed this heavyweight boxer very good. Ah? Opening speech?

Karen raised her left eyebrow on the girl's first words. And when she began to say her blah-blah-blah about the fact that Karen was in full ass, an ironic smile formed on the face of Hawk Moth. It was like when you were faced with a crazy invalid who firmly believes that he is the Lord God, and on the one hand you feel sorry for him, and on the other hand you cannot help smiling a black humor. It was a joke? Does this girl consider herself to be someone like Manami Kuroda of local spill?

The girl did not even blink when Abigail approached her to whisper that she also participated in street or, as she herself put it, underground fights.

"Keep me posted", - barely restraining herself from laughing, the girl thought.

Karen silently and with the same mocking smile looked straight into the eyes of this upstart. And when she was pushed into the shoulders, Karen quickly moved her right foot back, having shifted only a half-step and was ready to start their fight, if the opponent could not wait.

However, the referee had a different opinion, and she stood between the fighters to talk about the rules. Karen still stared at Abigail. Did a Korean girl want to scare her? Maybe Victoria should have wished her luck, not Karen. Because in the eyes of Hawk Moth there was only a mocking irony, not fear. The referee stepped aside, and the arrogant boxer took her boxing stance. Well, maybe it's time to clarify the situation?

- Only my friends can call me Karen. For you I’m Hawk Moth, - the girl said with the same mocking smile.

Her right leg would move one more step back. The heel of the left foot has shifted to the left, and the toe of the right foot has shifted to the right. The toe of the left foot and the heel of the right foot were on the same line. The legs were slightly bent at the knees, the torso slightly tilted forward. The arms were bent at the elbows and raised up to the level of the chin. The right hand was close to the face, and the left hand was slightly extended forward. The chin was slightly lowered, and elbows pressed to the torso. Does Abigail think that since she is a boxing champion, then she has no equal? In order to disprove this, Karen decided to start with the perfect universal boxing stance.

- And you seem to not understand, - Karen said, and her smile changed from mocking to evil, - I'm not trapped in here with you. You're trapped in here with me.

If she hoped she would come here and say “My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die” and Karen will surrender immediately, then it was time for some bad news.

- Start! - the referee ordered.

Karen rushed forward, first moving a little to the left, then to the right, so that Abigail was a little to the left of her. It seemed that the girl’s left hand began to straighten to realize the straight jab right into the chin of the Korean girl. But at the same moment, Karen pushed off with her left foot to direct the left knee strike directly into the intestines of her rival. The left hand, which was originally used for disguise, stayed on the protective position.

“So you are dancer? Float like a butterfly and other shit... ” - Karen thought when Abigail slipped away from the knee strike.

The position was not particularly favorable, even taking into account the fact that the Japanese girl was able to quickly put her foot back on the ground in order to gain support. Now she really could not see if a punch had been sent to her head. However, she do not need to see a blow to insure against it. It is for this reason, expecting that the blow will surely be, Karen raised her left shoulder higher and turned her left hand fist slightly back to cover her face. In her opinion, it was better to cover your head than a torso. And she did not mistaken, because almost at the same second the fist of the Korean boxer crashed into her hand. Despite the fact that Karen created a layer between her cheek and fist of Korean girl, it was still extremely unpleasant.

Abigail was strong, of course, strength and speed were at a very good level, clearly not lower than that of Karen. The attacking skills were also very impressive, the street fighter even knew one brunette with similar fast attack skills. But what about a quick transition to defense? Karen had one theory and she was going to confirm it, but a little later, now she was going to set the pace.

Hawk Moth was not going to give her rival the opportunity to take distance. As soon as the girl felt a blow to her block, she pushed herself with right foot to the left side, gained impulse and turned herself towards Abigail, not allowed the Korean girl to step back. Karen was going to disrupt the plans of the Korean boxer for a passive fight of making one stingy punch and returning to the defense.

The girl hoped that her sharp onslaught was a surprise, especially from a psychological point of view. Her new teacher said that psychological domination is crucial. If an opponent convinces himself that he is in control, and you suddenly violate his planned order of things, then this can unsettle him. Let her rival continue to think that she is better at everything. The more you dream, the more painful it is when your dreams are shattered. It is for this reason that Karen kept a gloating smile on her face. She has learned a lot lately. Every match she done here made her better. People are different and in fights they also behave differently. Sometimes this leads to the fact that you and your friend beat each other until lose consciousness in the ring because no one wants to recognize the superiority of the other. And sometimes this leads to a crazy brawl on the roof of a fucking truck, the fall from which the doctor clearly will not be perceive as a beneficial effect on health. And now she is here, in the dirty alley, with the heavy boxer who believes that she can do anything. She wonder what would happen if she said the same words, but not to Karen, but to the Death Bunny? Something told the Japanese girl that her ironic reaction on this was just flowers.

Regardless of the psychological result, Karen was going to only increase the tempo, and not slow it down. And so she was going to use her sharp rush after Abigail's punch to make two quick jabs in the chin of the Korean girl, first with her left hand, then with her right. And to complete this series with the sharp, like the sickle by the balls, low kick with the left foot directly to the knee-joint of the right leg, which was the leading one for the Korean girl.

Well, Karen did not even have to waste time trying to implement the low kick, because after her first jab, the Korean girl stepped back again. Karen raised her left eyebrow even for a second before lowering her hands and placing her palms on her waist, taking two steps back. What's the matter? Lack of motivation? After all these pathos speeches that Karen was trapped? Or…

"Futoi baishunpu", - the street fighter thought.

She once attended a training session where there was a situation a bit like the one that was unfolding here right now. There was a sparring between an boxer and an aikidist. The boxer did not even make strikes, he kept a distance of three steps. On that day, everyone looked at him as the one who had fallen from the moon. After all, the rofl was that Aikido is a defensive technique, and not an attacker, and the philosophy of Aikido does not imply attack. The boxer decided that he would not attack, because he himself could not be attacked, which means he is in a winning situation. Well, maybe this is so, but only in the eyes of those present he was the dunce, not the winner.

- You know, for one tiny moment, I even thought that there was some truth in your opening words, - Karen said, even the smile disappeared from her face, as if what was happening ceased to bring her pleasure, giving way to banal boredom, - but, it seems that you only has a well-suspended tongue, nothing more. Okay, I have time for you, I will wait until you grow balls.

Hawk Moth folded her arms criss-cross under her chest and began to look at Abigail with a bored look. If she considers herself the smartest and thinks that everything should go according to her scenario, in which she will always avoid strikes without wasting energy, then now is the time for the second issue of bad news.

Karen could not standing the boredom during the fight, and the Korean girl, after whom Bon Jovi called his song "Runaway", was just the original source of boredom. In just a few minutes, Karen was once again convinced that despite the fact that she has been engaged in boxing since early childhood, it was good that she did not go into professional sports. If she would become such a bore, then she would not be able to live.

That was pretty funny. Usually, after pathos speeches, people at least somehow tried to prove the veracity of their words. On the one hand, it is clear that the tactics of the “retreating Confederate army” was justified, because you exhaust the opponent, conditionally doing absolutely nothing, hiding behind the words “this is not flight, this is tactical retreat”. On the other hand, people watch the AFW federation in order to see the most spectacular show, not a game of cat and mouse. And something told Karen that the Korean girl would not leave a good impression for the public with her big words and subsequent retreat, no matter with help of what professionalism she covering herself.

Karen sighed doomedly when the Korean girl finished speaking. Then she looked at the referee, but she only shrugged. Of course, her work was limited only to a certain set of wrestling rules. It was even a little sad, in the freestyle wrestling the referee could give a penalty to one or both wrestlers if they just walked around the bush without showing any particular activity.

- Well, of course, - the girl again looked at her rival.

There was need a little more than pronouncing her name to get a street fighter out of herself. Now the Japanese girl was rather saddened by the fact that her opponent was avoiding her, instead of giving a good fight. The prerequisites for this battle were far more exciting than how it really turned out.

- Wow, - Karen said with playfully surprised when the boxer took two steps forward.

Interestingly, all fighters from a big sport have such an overstated sense of their own importance, thanks to which they think that only they perfectly analyze the situation and think that they can cope with any enemy action?..

Karen sighed again, unfastened her arms and raised them to the level of her chin, extending her left hand a little forward a bit and again taking the classic boxing stance, although this time her right leg was shifted half a step to the right and was not in one line with the left leg. Apparently, she will not get anything from this person. In part, it was true that Karen did not devote much time to analyzing the opponent’s actions, allowing her body to work offline. But, it seems, this time she have to play a little by other rules.

“You don’t need to have an ideal memory, like mine, to remember movements, just don’t miss it, and you can do what I do, even if only partially”, - Karen recalled the words of her friend, half of whose style was based on to analyze the actions of the enemy.

Okay. Karen took a deep breath and her legs led her to the right, she began to circumvent Abigail from the side, making a circle. It didn’t have to be a genius to understand that the boxer would not allow her to come in from side and she would turn after Karen, but attacking in a straight line would be too boring. Since that Korean girl loves to work with her feet so much, there is need to complicate this task a little.

Choosing the moment to attack, Karen rushed forward, at the same time her torso sank down and shifted to the left with the help of a pendulum movement. Without fully straightening out of her dive, she was about to turn the torso to the right to give the hook with her left hand, which was aimed right in the middle of the left side of the Korean girl, additional strength and speed. While the right hand will make the quick shot at an acute angle with the help of the jab, which, due to the lower landing of the girl at the moment, will be directed not to Abigail's head, but directly to her ribcage above her boobs.