Abigail Larsen Vs Edgar Shaw - Brawlhalla

Perhaps in hindsight it wasn't such a good idea to give Edgar the ability to get back onto his feet. She could have gotten in another attack, but she didn't want to get caught off guard and demolished.

Still she didn't think that Edgar would be able to land a decent hit in, that shot was going to cripple him for a few minutes more. It would at least give her a chance to get a few more shots in. She kept her guard up, watching the blonde male slowly close in towards her. She noted that he had twisted his body away so that the liver was protected. While it would have been tempting to perhaps take another pot shot at his liver and finish him, but she knew he was going to defend his midsection even more.

As he finished closing in, Abi began to expect a haymaker something tough and powerful. Something to knock her off guard. What she didn't expect was that his heavy boot came crushing down on her foot, causing her to howl in pain as she lowered her guard out of instinct. Sadly for Abi it left her wide open for Edgar to have his way and hit her with both the jab to the front of the face and then the wide hook that impacted the side of her head.

"Gah!" The impact was enough to send her head to the side threatening to knock her to the ground if it was not for Edgar's foot pinning in her place and effectively immobilising her. It didn't help that the hook had impact her head in just the sweat spot that it dazed her enough that she couldn't raised her guard. Effectively she had become a temporary punchbag, pinned and unable to move.

Edgar smirked as he opened Abigail up like a can of tuna, his unorthodox offense proving, to him at least, why street fighting beat out over all this official bullcrap in the end. The hard smack of his fist catching her in the face was enough to build some momentum, watching as the great and powerful olympian his sister had been lauding was getting blown out by him. Served her right thinking she could tangle with the big boys, she should have known to stick to women's boxing.

Edgar was a shark, when he smelled blood in the water there was no caution to be had, only a feeding frenzy. When it was made apparent Abigail was struggling to mount a defensive, the blond boxer went in full force. A wide sweeping haymaker to try and snap her head back the opposite way, and a returning uppercut to bury in her abdomen, looking to expel any air from her lungs.

"Don't worry babe, I got you." Stepping off her foot, she came in close, trying to slip an arm around Abigail's shoulders and pull her up against him, bent forward at an odd angle that would protect his side while keeping her left arm behind his back, unable to strike back. If he managed to hold her in, with his free arm he would swing under her, pounding her chest with hooking pot shots as long as she could stay upright only letting go if she seemed as though she was about to collapse to the mat.

Edgar was starting to slide into his element now. While Abi was the superior fighter on paper, the duo were also pretty much equal in stats as well. With her rules striped away, Edgar was starting to press that advantage and get the lead in brutal fashion he loved. You could tell he loved to show boat.

Now in a daze, nothing else could stop him from throwing more punches at her. The haymaker this time cause a yell of pain to escape her lips, threatening to almost down her in one except for the fact that she got hit right in the abdomen, doubling her over. It narrowly missed her liver, almost causing the same damage to her like she had done to Edgar.

Even with all this Edgar could still call her babe. She began to think that Edgar rather enjoyed flirting in the middle of a fight. It didn't matter though Edgar had pulled her into a sudo clinch, her punching arm trapped behind him.

"Fuck... Fucking hell Edgar" She groaned as she took a couple of punches to her chest. Now that was just insulting, now her breast was going to hurt in the morning. She tried to use her own free right hand to try and grab onto Edgar's wrist and stop her throwing punches. Realising that being stuck in the clinch would give Edgar a free pass to punch her to death, Abi needed to find a way out. On the off chance it would work Abi lunged forward with her head trying to headbutt Edgar, hoping to break the clinch. Though the pain in her head from the headbutt caused her to practically fall onto her knees if the clinch was broken.

Edgar wailed on Abigail with no signs of stopping, not letting up for a moment. Each smack of his knuckles against her body and small grunt from the other woman letting him know how hard he was hitting was only fueling his oppose. It was clear as he pulled her close and started laying in strikes on her chest that unless he was stopped he was going to beat the life out of her here and now.

"That's right, get use to saying my name." The blond found his next punch intercepted, grabbed at the wrist by the struggling boxer. He held his ground, not letting up and letting her manipulate his arm past holding it at bay. This all got a small laugh out of him, using his free hand to give her a small mocking shoulder rub as if lending support to her failing effort to overpower him.

When she leaned away, he made sure she couldn't go far by gripping her tighter, but escape wasn't her main goal. When she came back, she did so hard, whipping her head square into his chest. Her skull cracked against his ribs, enough to hard him off her and stumble back to allow her freedom from his grasp.

"Feisty." He hissed, finding his footing a small distance away from her, holding a palm to where she had struck. He pressed his fingers to his sore chest, taking in a deep breath to gauge the tightness. He'd live. Abigail was certain stubborn, he would give her that.

He didn't waste any time though, trying to continue to press his advantage as he stepped up towards Abigail, throwing up his leg to try and slam the side of her head with a big boot, trying to knock her to the mat. "Why don't you lay down for a bit!"

A I was starting to learn that once Edgar started something, he wouldn't stop until either he became exhausted or something else out there stopped him. He had no intention of stopping those punches to the side. He could of stayed the for a good few hours just carrying on. Ani had managed to but her way out of the clinch with the headbutt, but in the process had pretty much knocked herself out of the fight for a minute, falling onto her knees.

It was most certainly true that Edgar had started to pull away in the fight and was starting to push team male ahead. Despite her opening liver shot, so far she hadn't racked up anything else of note. Sure the headbutt would have stringed, but she knew all too well Edgar would take it in his stride and push through. We indeed he did when he came back towards a now downed Abi and smashing his boot into her head.

Except that it didn't go exactly how Edgar would have liked. Abi didn't have much experience in this field of fighting, but she wasn't going to let Edgar just land another hit. Trying to catch his boot would have been silly, and most likely would have broken her wrist instead, but she was able to roll over to the side to avoid it. Using the momentum she pushed herself back onto her feet. The skin on her one side was now a different shape of red to the rest of hr body, visibly showing the signs of early damage that Edgar had done. At lest he hadn't ripped her sports bra with the punches.

Now back on her feet it was time to change this fight around. She was seeing red right now. Wanting to do nothing more than charge in like a bull and beat Edgar at his own game. But that what he would want: to take advantage of her blind rage just to inflict more damage. She knew she needed to stay composed. Win the fight a punch at a time. She once more began to stride towards Edgar, as she did though she kept positioning herself towards his liver, a fist balled and arm readied to throw a strike. She made sure that her intentions were not secret with her body language. For all intents and purposes she was going to hammer his liver again.

Once she was in striking range however, Abi shifted things around. And suddenly switched footing and used her right fist to throw a arching hook to bypass any guard that Edgar had and plant a nice punch to the side of his head. Normally Abi would stop and assess the damage but it was time to give Edgar a little bit of his own medicine. She would switch it up and fire off a left jab to his chest, then back again with a right towards his face, finished off with a left to the face too. She didn't care about speed, it was power she wanted. She wanted him reeling from these punches. His guard to all over the place. After the punches she stepped to the side and with a wide smirk on her face went for a left hook right into the liver again, hopefully now unguarded given a of the hits he had just taken.

"What a wrong Edgar, need a time out? Unlike you I don't need 50 Million punches to win. When I hit I hit to win, and I know where to hit to make sue you don't get back up."

Edgar threw a lot of weight behind that kick, expecting it to blow Abigail over only to have it swoosh through the oppen air, leaving him stumbling forward, arms flailing as he had to take a few steps past her to gain his balance back. He was quick to pivot his attention back to the flighty boxer, snorting loudly. He shook out his arms and flexed his fingers back into tight fists as he brought up his guard.

When Abigail moved, he circled opposite her, mindful of his position not only in the ring but in relation to her. While he was a scrappy brawler, he had the makings of a technical minded boxer when it came to where he where any any given time. When she came in, he kept a tight guard and looked to weather whatever she had to give before looking for an opening himself.

Her opening shot can in fast, despige leaning away she was able to click him pretty good. Her follow-up jab striking him dead in the chest causing him to let out of grunt. He was taking steps back as she moved in with her onslaught. The next two punches he brought up his arms, taking two solid strikes to his forearms and holding strong.

When she moved in for the liver shot, it was apparent. Even with limited visibility of the thin slit between his arms, she had to come in to reach it and he was ready. Throwing both his arms down, she intercepted her lunch just shy of it hitting him, batting her arm away from the mark. It left him open, he was aware, but he had a plan... Sort of.

Leaning in, he spat at Abigail's eyes. A mix of saliva and blood from the inside of his cheek getting cut open from her opening hook. His hope was to blind or disgust her just long enough to deliver some vengeance.  If he managed to land the mark, he would interlock his fingers together, making his fists into one large wrecking ball of a strike to come around at her head in a massive sweeping hammer blow.

This was supposed to be a vital turning point for Abigail. It was supposed to mark the point where dedicated training and skill would defeat the stupid slugging doctrine. Of course trust fucking Edgar to start showing an once of actual fight awareness when she was trying to display her own.

She got the first two hits in fine, and just as she Wanted Edgar went on the guard, leaving him open for the liver. This was it. Except Edgar threw practically everything he could in denying the strike, leaving himself vulnerable in the process. However with her arm being pushed away, it was difficult for her to even attempt to land a strike.

Not that it mattered anyway as Edgar had another plan in mind decided that spitting in her eye was a good idea. She let a large yell of frustration and disgust as she bought her hand up to try and mix the blood and saliva concoction out of her eye, only to get smashed in the side of the head by something. The force of which was enough to hurt her badly, causing a pained yell to escape her lips and a the same time petty much send her flying away. She eventually hit the ground at the ropes, half her body hanging out of the ring the other half staying in. She couldn't see straight after the impact, not including the spit that she was trying to rub out of her face with her hand.

The yell that she had emitted wasn't your normal pained yell either. It was easy to tell that it was genuine and that the hit had really caused damage. The crowd didn't seem to like it either and were very quick to chastise and boo and Edgar for his choice of attack.

He could feel the weight behind his axe handle blow as he hit her, sending the boxing champion tumbling to the side. His own momentum and force carried him further, spinning him part way and leaving his legs in a tangle. The blond took a stumbled step after her before dropping to his hands and knees. He swore under his breath, pushing his body up with a small laugh. That had been close, too close.

Edgar brought a hand to his face, rubbing his cheek while chewing on the air, testing to see if his jaw was still in working order. She hit hard. He had fought a lot of people in his day and she had some impressive punch behind those swings of hers. It was hard to tell by looking at her she had to much power tucked away is that tight little frame of hers.

He trudged across the ring, taking his time. Not because he wanted to, but because he felt the need to carefully place his steps as he moved. He wasn't sure if it was the lingering effects from that one liver shot or the few fresh hits he had taken, but he was feeling a bit light headed and wanted to make sure he didn't push it.

Coming to stand near the downed Abigail he watched her thrash on the ground, rubbing at her face. Guess she hadn't seen that coming… heh, puns. He snickered softly to himself as he brought his foot up to the woman's side, giving her a hard shove to push her off the apron and onto the hard floor.

The crowd's ire was nothing new. It closed off of him like drops of rain, leaving no lasting impression. He didn't care what other people thought, love or hate, he got paid the same at the end of the day. With a small roll of his eyes he would just keep going, climbing out off the ring to to pursue Abigail if he had managed to knock her out of the ring to the floor below.

For now there wasn't exactly much that Abi could only see through her one eye. The other still closed shut from the spit that hit her. She had a feeling it wasn't going to go away so easily. The daze that had clouded her mind and vision was finally starting to fade, only to feel the males boot push against her. The next thing she knew, she was pushed off the edge and left a crumpled heap on the floor.

She knew however she had to get up. She couldn't keep letting Edgar rack up this damage. His hits had a tenancy to fluctuate between harmless and goddamn lethal. The thing was is that you didn't even know what punch was going to be which kind of power. She was beginning to believe that Edgar didn't know either. In that regard, she was lucky. If Edgar had more training then this fight would have been even more lopsided.

On her feet, she raised her fists, keeping her own spit filled eye shit as she didn't have the time to clean it out properly, and opening it only agitated it more. Doing so made aiming her punches that more difficult. For now she was going to have to make do with some loose punches. Getting close to the blonde who had landed on the floor She threw a wild haymaker towards his face with her left fist. No accuracy, no preparation. Just pure unbridled rage at the male and what he had done. It was risky, given that she couldn't see properly, and doing so had practically left her defenceless. But right now she just wanted to get across just how pissed off she was at Edgar.

Dropping to the outside of the ring, he caught a glimpse of movement in his peripheral vision before he even brought his attention back to Abigail. She came at him with a head of steam, swinging wild. He leaned back far, narrowly avoiding the massive blow, the sheer force of it passing by making loose strands of his hair flutter. If she had wanted to express herself to him, she had done a decent job. He could see the fire in her one open eye and was openly amused by it.

"Whoa, careful there, champ. You might actually hit something." The fact she was still struggling to see was an unexpected but welcome sight, one that had the gears turning on just exactly how to abuse the situation. Depth perception was a terrible thing to lose for someone like Abigail, especially when she was throwing out these big desperate strikes. This was the sort of sloppy fighting he was looking to punish after all.

He brought his fists up, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he moved in, mockingly treating things like the two of them where still fighting fair and that she wasn't handicapped. He leaned in a bit, trying to bait out another strike towards his face. If she took the chance, he would dip away from the swing then lunge in low, attempting to charge right through her. A hard slam of  his shoulder into her abdomen and booking his arms around her to grab hold of the back of her thighs to pull her legs out from under her in a big tackle takedown attempt. If he managed to get her on the floor, the blond boxer would try to establish a mounting straddle on her waist, letting the standing boxing game drop away for some raw mma.