Sabrina Anderson vs. Yvonne Gulski

Rules: Classic boxing rules. No illegal blows of any sort, three three-minute rounds with one-minute breaks.

Victory Conditions: TKO, KO, ten-count, the opponent throwing in the towel, or determination of points by the very end of the match.

Sabrina sighed as she once more slipped into the locker rooms of the classic AFW foundation to get ready for another big fight. As far as things were, she was a little annoyed with the latest matchup. From what her second told her, this chick was a fucking mountain compared to her. Why the hell did the world have to go and make her a little stout, huh? Yeah, she wasn't short-short, but compared to other women? C'mon, there were some lumbering masses of tits compared to her fucking ass. She wasn't sure just how in the hell she would manage against this, but she wasn't going to go and just give in to some disadvantages like that. Hell, she was the one who went and ignored disadvantages entirely.

WITH HER FUCKING FACE!

"This is still fucking annoying. Would have taken some underground style matches, but I'm guessing most women here ain't all about my type of life. Fuking shame, but what the hell can you do, right?" Sure, she was talking to herself as well, but she didn't need to go and bother with that kind of crap. Nevertheless, Sabrina stripped herself down till she was bare to nothing but the cold air within the locker room and the reflection within the mirror. Slipping upon a simple pair of black athletic shorts upon her frame that hugged her bottoms nicely, a pair of blue and red boots slipped on as well as tattoo-matching flame imprinted gloves till they were laced over her taped hands.

Forming a fist, she tightened the laces upon her gloves by using her teeth. Like a dog, she was akin to a savage brute more than anything else before she was satisfied with how they were. She decided, that as she was, she would refuse to slip on a top as always. It was simply because she was just USED to being topless. Hell, she would refuse to go with a top unless it was honestly just that necessary and prevented the fight from going on.

Still, she was left to hear a certain buzzer from within her room. Her cue? Already? Yeesh, talk about a real pain in the ass.

"Man, these assholes don't even gimme time to go and rest. Eh, fuck it. I'll rest between the rounds when I've gone and fucked this bitch up," Sabrina mumbled beneath her breath as she prepared herself a little. Plopping forth a simple red and blue mouthguard into her lips, she looked back to the door ahead that led to the stage and the ring ahead and began to make her way forward.

Spoiler:

Roars and applause greeted Sabrina as she made her way out into the open from the ramp. She had a rather sharp grin set upon her face, proudly presenting the biceps atop her arms, the muscles that adorned her short form, and the fact that she wasn't ashamed of how she looked. Sabrina was proudly showing everyone there, even potential future opponents, that she was a woman who did not give a damn how others saw her. Long as she lived life the way she did, this Rabid Dog could care for nothing more in such an establishment.

She was ready to fight.

Sabrina made her way down the ramp whilst giving various people waves, thumbs up, and a simple proud grin from her person. She didn't care if people just saw her as a piece of ass. Let them go ahead and think that. She wasn't going to go and stop others from thinking. Making her way near the stage, she grinned once more and thrust her glove once to a roar of applause before climbing up.

Slipping between the ropes, Sabrina took to the red corner opposite of her possible opponent. Slinging her arms over the upper ropes, the Rabid Dog simply cracked her neck a few times and took in the air. Finally, the time for hell and fighting was now. She was gonna go and show this bitch that she wasn't anybody to be messed with.

"Alright, bitches! Let's fucking do this, haha!"

Yvonne stood in the backstage area, in her dressing room, waiting as her trainer and cutman busied themselves around her. Sergei and Natalya, respectively, were friends that she had acquired early in her boxing career, an eled father and daughter pair that had served her well in many matches, and she trusted them to do the same tonight. They tapped her up. Massaged her. Prepared her gloves. Moved about their task with the precision that came from years of experience. They were professionals, both of them, and they knew better than to talk too her as she stood there.

Focusing. Thinking.

Tonight could be the start of many things. She had come far to the AFW, had worked to reach her position. She was diligent, patient, knowing how difficult the life of a boxer could be. Any loss could derail her career. Every fight could be the last. A cold, unforgiving sport that threatened to consume her at any time.

But she had survived. Persevered. And so, here she was - on a night that could prove to be the most important of her life. Her worldwide debut.

Calm. Control.

She closed her eyes for a moment, only to open them again a moment later as a buzz sounded above her head. A deep breath, and she exchanged looks with her trainer, who stood before her with a grizzled visage. ”It’s time.”

”So it is.”

King Ring:

Yvonne:

A few moments later and she was making her way down to the ring, walking down the ramp, clad in her black boxing robe. Her partners stayed closed behind her as she led the way, moving forward in a slow, steady gait. The crowd was mild, not knowing her as well as the woman in the ring, but this mattered little to her - popularity was never the goal. If they didn’t like her before, they would like her less after this match was through.

She made her way into the ring and started towards her corner, only stopping when she got a full look at her opponent and what she was wearing...or wasn't wearing, to be more accurate. Sabrina, her opponent, was completely topless, a stark look by itself, and one that she saw little reason for. What struck her the most, however, was the physique of her opponent. Strong, solid, powerfully built, but not overly tall. In many ways, she was the exact opposite of her own tall, lankier body.

Interesting. She was already figuring out the best way to approach this.

Yvonne looked at Sabrina for another moment, before shrugging and turning away. She made her way over to the corner and disrobed, letting it slip down along her shoulders as she waited for the referee to start the opening procedures.

Jesus fucking Christ, her second hadn't been joking when it came down to the appearance of her opponent. Even from there, Sabrina could tell that this chick was already a fucking giant amongst women by how she was. She didn't seem to have the most muscle though from what she could tell. People could assume whatever they wanted about Sabrina, but while she may have been a little fucking dense, she wasn't stupid. Her opponent, if she was all muscle, would have been terrible in that regard to her body. Slow, sluggish, meant there wasn't much to offer aside from being a heavy fucking tank. Still, it was only when the woman disrobed that she got a better look.

Big, tall, but she didn't near seem as muscled as herself. Honestly, this bitch was looking more like a string bean, but her face...

Jesus, would it kill this bitch to smile a little? Hell, nervous, angry, playing tough, that shit would have been leagues above this kinda plain-faced game the woman was playing. Eyeing her for a little more, a few thoughts admiring the body in a more attractive aspect, Sabrina glanced over to the referee who walked right to the middle and motioned both fighters over to handle the beginnings of their match.

Fucking finally.

Walking up to the middle, the woman standing at the center eyed both fighters briefly before bringing up their instructions once more.

"Alright, we're going to be having a nice, clean, fight here. Classic boxing rules, no dirty blows, no cheap shots, nothing of the like. You'll both be going three rounds by three-minute intervals and one-minute breaks. You win either KO, TKO, throwing in the towel, or when the judges tally up the score if you're both standing. Anderson?"

Scoffing, Sabrina just glanced up at her opponent briefly and gave her a bright grin. "Don't make this shit too easy, got it? Let's have us a damn good match and try not to go wimpy on me, string bean." Biting down on her mouthguard, she bared it like a wild mongrel and chuckled sheepishly.

"Miss. Anderson, your answer?"

"Yeesh, yeah, fuck, whatever. I'm good to go. C'mon, can we hurry this shit up?" Sabrina moaned in annoyance before shrugging at the girl before her.

Yvonne found herself disliking Sabrina right away.

She never liked to think of herself as the stereotypical Russian, though there was little denying that she fit the mold. She didn’t hate Americans as a rule. But she did hate loud, obnoxious, overly flashy people, and, in her experience, that was a common trait among them. Based on her questionable choice in attire and the look on her face, that was already the sort of vibe she was picking up from this woman, and she was skeptical that time would change her initial impressions.

Rolling her shoulders, she stepped forward and made her way to the center of the ring at the referee’s urging, meeting up with her opponent. She stayed calm, closing her eyes as the referee laid out the terms, but Sabrina’s voice brought her out of it. A harsh, blunt tone, lacking any subtlety in her words. Yes, she was very much what Yvonne had assumed her to be. Irritating, but hopefully she wouldn’t be the type to get chatty when the bell rang. The trashtalkers were always the worst.

She didn’t answer Sabrina - not verbally, anyway. Instead, her brow furrowed at the crass words, shrugged, and slipped her mouth piece in for a snug fit.

”Miss Gulskii, do you understand?”

”я делаю.” She tapped her gloves together and nodded. ”Yes.”

Yvonne moved back at the referee’s signal, retreating back to her corner of the ring. Grabbing the ropes on both side of the corner, she leaned forward and stretched her long limbs out, getting in some last minute stretching as she waited for the opening bell.

Holy shit, this chick was fucking Russian!? Honestly, as weird as it was, Sabrina wanted to make a list of foreigners she’d box it out with. Russian was one of those rare types, but whoa and fucking behold, there she fucking was. That was a pretty damn good accomplishment in her eyes. Bucket goals in boxing aside though, this was supposed to be this chick!s debut match. That just meant Sabrina had to go and give this fight everything she had. Not that she didn’t always go all out, but she had opponents who sorta needed a bit of a win.

No, she didn’t go and lose on purpose, but she did give them a bit of a fight to get confident. Nevertheless, this wasn’t the streets where she could spit into this chick’s eyes and slam a blow right between her legs. Honestly, this was more of a handicap to her than anything else, but if she didn’t comply, someone else would have gotten the spot in Momentum’s next slots.

“Alright, guess we’re going quiet, huh?” She wasn’t the biggest talker in the matches. Sure, she would talk a bit of shit and get things rolling, but she wasn’t the type of slut to flaunt and flex until after she had won the fight. God knows that type of attitude earned her lovely ass a knockout in that state in the underground.

Upon the referee’s signal, Sabrina moved back and began walking back to her corner where she slung her arms over the ropes and examined Yvonne. This chick was weird. Not freaky, or even fucking nuts, but she didn’t have much when it came to expressing how she felt. That was just fucking weird...

Cracking her neck to the left and then to the right, she sighed and pressed her tongue into the plastic within her mouth. Lodged in right and safely, bit down upon, and she was good to go.

DING! DING! Round 1!

Eyes snapping towards Yvonne and those long limbs of hers, Sabrina slipped away from the ropes and pulled up her guard. She had a damn tough body, probably tougher than this chick, so she could hold out well enough, but she needed to close the gap. That chick had arms and if she knew how to use ‘em...

Well, it was gonna be a bitch.

“Alright, here we go,” she mumbled as she began to make her way across the canvas and straight to the center to meet Yvonne. Gloves held up, a proper stance in despite her brutish nature, the black-streaked blonde eyed her opponent warily.

Who the hell was gonna go first?

‘Going quiet’? Yes, that was the typical complaint that Yvonne received, that she was too quiet, that she had so little to say to her opponents. Her trainer applauded her for it, telling her it gave her a sense of mystique and helped intimidate her foes, but she couldn’t say she cared for that sort of thing. It was just a matter of her not having all that much to say, and she never saw the point of the chatterboxes. This was a time for fighting, not conversation, and if they thought they could get into her head with such tactics and secure an advantage, they were sorely mistaken.

”She’s a thick one.” Sergei called to her from below, slapping the apron to make sure he had her attention. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes but stayed facing forward, inhaling deep. ”You know what to do with this one. Follow it through.”

She nodded, then brought her eyes straight again after the bell rang. She snapped into her stance right away, expecting the woman to make a charge in - that tended to be the usual approach with her opponents, thinking they could move in fast and take her down with a few good shots. Sabrina, on the other hands, seemed to be a bit more cautious, moving towards the center with a solid guard. Surprising, but not worrying.

Yvonne moved in as well, taking a looser stance. Left arm extended, right pulled in, she took light steps forward as she approached the center. She stayed mindful of her range with every inch she claimed, her gaze never wavering from her opponent. Closer, closer, closer….

Now.

Yvonne struck out with a quick jab the instant she was in range, aiming it at Sabrina’s face to test her guard. A moment later, she took a quick step to the side and fired it again from a different angle, this time going for the side of the woman’s face, always careful to maintain the maximum distance between them.

Were she a couple of years younger, Sabrina would have come out swinging without pause. While she could be excitable and aggressive now, she also knew when to react to her opponents. She was already gunning on this chick having something to HEAVY reach, but seeing her in person just said more to that. If she just went and rushed in, she was liable to let her momentum screw her over and take a punch harder than she should have. Still, Sabrina didn't want to go and screw herself over too early without laying into this chick, but she had to make sure she didn't get...

Well, too pissy at this giant.

Her opponent took a looser stance which meant more movement in the limbs department, right? Specifically those branch-like fucking arms of hers. God, she couldn't even reach her if she tried for a punch now that her eyes darted from Yvonne back to herself. The only way she was gonna be able to start dishing out punishment was with...

There!

Sabrina barely had any time to go and keep her guard up, but she managed to raise her gloves and stop a jab from slapping into her face. Fuck, this chick did have the range advantage and she barely saw that shit coming. Sabrina kept her body rigid and tense, prepared to move as best she could to hopefully either endure against her opponent or wait for the best opportunity to close the gap between them.

Eyes snapping to the side, Sabrina had to readily shift her arms to the side, She didn't stop the blow entirely seeing as the punch skidded right across her cheek before retracting right back.

Hoping to try and press an advantage, guard up, and focused on guarding her face with her elbows closed near her chest, she began taking a series of rapid steps to try and close the gap between herself and Yvonne. Hoping to get out an aggressive start, she tried to lunge forth once and swing forth with a swift cross from her right coming for the woman's ribs.

Fucking TALL PEOPLE!

Yvonne was taught and always believed that you could tell much from an opponent based on the way they reacted to your first two punches. While it was by no means a comprehensive evaluation and no substitute for studious analyzation, there was something to be said for getting a feel for how your opponent reacted when they had a taste of your speed and reach. Where they angered, trying to hunt you down? Such foes could be led. Pensive, weary, trying to find a gap in your offense to slip by? Those types could be worn down. It wasn’t about applying pressure, but the right kind of pressure.

Now, to learn about Sabrina…

Her punches did well. Not as well as Yvonne wanted, but well. The first was a decent shot, but she was able to block the second one well enough to make it meaningless. Good reflexes, and the stance she switched to showed she knew the danger she faced. A tight, protective guard.

And her came the rapid steps, as the woman bulldozed her way in. She was fast, faster than Yvonne had guessed, but the gulf she had to cross was a wide one. She would lunge, try to take her by surprise with a rapid closing in. A good idea.

A pity, then, that Yvonne reacted to it before this promising tree could bear fruit. As Sabrina lunged, Yvonne leaped to the side and turned her body about, twisting away from the blow as it came for her, so close that it skidded along her abdomen. At the same time, she returned fire, lashing out with a right hook of her own as Sabrina passed by, this one aimed at her foe’s face.

Sabrina could only hope for so much against an opponent that was honestly taller than her. It might have not seemed like much for those who didn't know much about boxing, but there was a lot to those with natural heights and the like. A taller height gave you more reach, more range, and the ability to snipe your opponents from afar. The likes of that were just as much a detriment. If she could close the gap between herself and this Russian, that reach wasn't going to be of any help besides becoming a hindrance if she was facefirst against this woman's body, pounding away.

Still, not all plans came to fruition so easily.

Sabrina HOPED to bulldoze Yvonne and cut off any starting momentum from her opponent. She wanted to try and break down whatever snipes and sharp blows this woman already had. However, as previously said, not all plans come to fruition so easily.

The moment Sabrina had lunged, her opponent had already read her movements by that point. Sabrina's glove shot forth like a scythe, clipping her opponent's abdomen briefly just before it struck the air. However, as Sabrina's lunge came to its end, her momentum only ended up with a leather-clad fist smashing into her face!

Head bouncing back, Sabrina stumbled back and closed and opened her eyes whilst trying to bring her to guard back up to her face before an onslaught came in. She was a little dizzy now from that, yeesh...

Good impact, nice and clean. Yvonne’s blow landed flush on Sabrina’s face, about as good a hit as she could have ever hoped for and a sure sign that her plan was working well enough. Now, while she was stunned, all she had to do was move in before the woman could collect herself, and-

Yvonne had started to pursue, only to pause in mid-stride, taken aback by Sabrina’s recovery. A quick one. Quicker than she would’ve guessed. The woman was dizzy, a bit wobbly, but she was able to get up a decent guard all the same, one that her jabs wouldn’t do much against.

That wasn’t too much of a problem, though. She just needed to be a little creative, and maybe a little dangerous.

She moved in for the attack and lashed out, throwing a quick jab directly at Sabrina’s guard. It was sharp, quick, though it was thrown a step closer than her other jabs, on the edge of her opponent’s range. Just like the other times, she reeled back and started to throw a follow up immediately after.

Instead of doing that, however, she made it a feint, stopped it halfway, and threw an uppercut at Sabrina for below, trying to slip through the space in her guard and tag her on the chin.