Sabrina Anderson vs. Yvonne Gulski

“Pursue and don’t let up! Tear into her as much as you can!”

As for Sabrina, she wasn’t even paying attention to the now roaring crowd that surrounded them. After a single round of turtling away and picking your shots, this round was the exact opposite. Sabrina wasn’t one to go trying to diss wrestling, but she was happy to say that when it came down to an onslaught, this round alone was proof of how boxing could be pretty damn fucking amazing. Still, despite all of that, Sabrina was focused on one person and one person alone instead of all the noise ringing on around her.

Yvonne.

If she couldn’t put her opponent down now, she wasn’t sure if she could do it later. Compared to her opponent, Sabrina had taken a few more blows than Yvonne had, but despite that, Sabrina had done the most damage already. She had to capitalize. Yvonne was smart, not stupid. Sabrina was street smart. Give your opponent a round and they could have a new strategy on how to beat your ass into the canvas floor.

If you didn’t put them down, you were more liable to get put down.

She had to pursue a brutal mentality this time around. No pauses, no surrender. The Rabid Dog had tasted flesh and she was hungry for more. Even with her opponent guarded and preparing herself, planting her feet firmly into the ground. Her eyes snapped and suddenly Sabrina was already a few inches in front of Yvonne.

Without sound, her muscles surged and Sabrina’s limbs flew out. Hooks and straights came barreling in, some hammering at her guard, others trying to rock her sides and body, and even a few blows trying to brute force their way through her guard and nail her jawline something fierce. With a snarl, Sabrina wound back her right arm and attempted to go low, trying to Pierce Yvonne’s stomach with a powerful uppercut in an attempt to break her down!

Needless to say, but going full in on the guard was the right move. Sabrina smelled blood and attacked like a manic, starving wolf - fast, fierce, unrelenting.

Yvonne kept it tight as blow after blow slammed into her guard, rocking her thin frame from side to side. She did her best to mitigate the damage that was coming through, with each shot taking its toll despite her defenses, tearing into her with every second. Her body swayed in tandem with the attacks, rocking away to steal some of their moment. She kept her stance solid and used her lower body to absorb the impacts, fortifying her position against repeated assaults.

All good, all effective, boilerplate, and it might have been enough against most opponents. But it was only going to get her so far against this sort of power. Sooner or later - probably sooner - Sabrina would crack the shell, land something solid, and Yvonne would be down again. This time, she might not be able to rise.

She had to strike. Had to lash out. But it couldn’t be just any blow, and it couldn’t be at any random time. She needed the right one…

There.

In it came, nice and low, an uppercut. Yvonne saw it through her guard and took her chance. She stepped into Sabrina’s range instead of retreating, took a hard step, and lashed out with an overhand right, striking from above while her foe came from below, using that momentum against her to deliver a powerful strike.

Her opponent was keeping it firm and guarded.

Smart choice.

Some women with her type of frame thought being evasive was the best move, but it wasn’t. Even when she played by the rules, playing evasive only did little for the prey rather than the predator, and it took a lot to drain Sabrina out of her stamina. She would give credit and respect to where it was due and admit that for every blow sinking into skin and rocking that thin frame of Yvonne’s left and right, this woman had earned a genuine battle right now. Sabrina could have tried thinking smartly and opting for a different strategy, but now wasn’t the time for strategy.

She had struck and she had dealt a devastating blow to her opponent. Now was the time to break her down and continue hammering away. If she could just get close to Yvonne and nail her with a blow good enough, she could certainly ring her bells a bit and send her toppling to the canvas floor.

Her boots squeaked across the canvas, her gloves tasted flesh and rocked Yvonne’s thin frame from left to right, but Sabrina continued. She was focused, tunneling in on Yvonne and Yvonne alone. Nobody else mattered and nobody else was important in her eyes other than nailing her opponent and breaking right through.

She finally had it!

She managed to throw her body into her blow, lunging forward, momentum carrying her fist as it proceeded to try and dig deep into her opponent’s stomach and impale her. Of course, whether it hit or not didn’t matter, because as soon as she found her opponent’s body in reach... An explosion rocked her temple and she swore she could feel her head ringing from the shot alone. It may have not been clear, but Sabrina’s legs twitched as she stumbled forward, her eyes glazed, her mouthguard loose for a moment or so before she scrounged to try and wrap her arms around Yvonne in a hasty attempt to keep herself up.

She was falling and she needed a body to hold onto.

Yvonne’s brain went through some split second calculations, taking in everything she could see to get a good idea of what was about to happen and create a clear picture. She knew she was going to land her counterstrike, she could tell that from the angle and the way Sabrina was moving, but she was more than a little worried about the blow that was coming her way. That one looked strong, and she wasn’t in a position to block it or even tense up, much less avoid it.

It all came together for one, painful conclusion - she was about to take some serious damage.

The good news was that her blow connected. She could sense the impact and knew that it had done a number on the smaller boxer, almost felt like it was going through her. It was the sort of blow she’d used to knock out boxers before, and she had high hopes on it working here.

But then there was the bad news. She took a hard shot, right into her gut. Dead center. It was like a cannon shot, driving all the wind clean out of her. She let out a long, hoarse moan and fell forward, collapsing right onto Sabrina. She would’ve fallen flat if not for her opponent standing there. The two of them collided at the shoulder and supported each other, standing like a human pyramid.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. This wasn’t a good position to be in, wasn’t her range, but she had to work with it - she threw a few quick uppercut into Sabrina’s stomach, stabbing at her abs, trying to squeeze in some quick damage.

She would have fallen flat onto the canvas if not for her opponent’s lean tree trunk-like body. She shuddered as she wrapped her arms around the woman, her head ringing still from the blow before. Her opponent certainly didn’t hit hard, but if she could think, she might actually understand what happened. The only problem with all of that was that she needed to get her head back on straight because that was a blow comparable to a heavyweight champion hammering a punch straight into her skull.

The only bright side was that she could tell her shot still went through. The way her glove practically found a home deep inside her opponent’s stomach was the most satisfying feeling in the world. Well, it would have been, if not for the sake of her fucking head ringing like mad.

She moaned softly as her shoulder collided against Yvonne’s, her arms wrapped around the woman as she gently nestled her against her opponent. In an Underground March, she would have partaken in the flesh of her opponent, no not in a bite type of way, but in a more pleasurable way. Yvonne was still beautiful, hot too in a stoic resting bitch face type of way, but this was sadly not the time nor the match for this.

And then the uppercuts came.

She huffed, her mouthguard puffing out of her lips as she groaned, enduring the blows as her mind came back into order. Her abs were strong, tough, and slowly waddling away under the quick blows. They didn’t deprive her of sir, but they did knock her body around. Snarling as she regained she sense, she wound back an arm, keeping the other wrapped around Yvonne to keep her trembling legs stable.

And unloaded a heavy uppercut deep for the pit of Yvonne’s gut!

Ugh, why wasn’t this woman wearing a top? It hadn’t been a concern for Yvonne before, not even a small consideration, but now that their bodies were close and pressed tight, their sweaty flesh molding against each other, it was entering her thoughts more and more. She knew that Momentum was laxer than the official boxing leagues she was accustomed to, not sanctioned by any of the usual outlets, but they should’ve had at least some level of decorum.

She was able to push past it. While she was no stranger to more carnal temptations, she was trained to ignore such things in the ring. It had been such a long time since she had needed to that it turned into a small distraction, was all. One more reason to bring this to some kind of a conclusion.

She struck. And she struck. And she struck. The blows were little on their own, but she made sure to drive them into the same spot over and over, compounding her damage, taking more of a toll with each impact. It wasn’t her best, but considering her state, it was the best she could hope for.

Her hopes were dashed, however, when Sabrina retaliated with her own blow - an uppercut, but one that packed more weight than all of Yvonne’s combined. She cried out, had to clench her teeth to keep from dropping her mouthguard, as the blow felt like it went clean through her body. Insane strength, a ridiculous impact. Where did this woman get her energy from.

It didn’t matter how she was doing this, only that Yvonne kept her from doing it again. Realizing the danger, she brought her arms underneath her opponent’s arms and brought her in for a tight clench, trying to neutralize her for as long as she could get away with.

Sabrina had to say that for what short time she had against the Russian, she damn well enjoyed it. Some people thought she was going for some weird mental tactic when it came to her fighting without her top, some people thought she wanted to distract opponents, and some thought it was some weird symbolic representation of something more. Truth be told? She just preferred the breeze and freedom of being topless compared to a sports bra that just clung on too tightly against her body.

And, if she said that didn’t she find brushing up against her opponent, who was equally as sweaty, wasn’t hot, she’d be a damn liar.

She was confident she could tank those shots later, even though she was unaware of how some spots on her body were certainly being prepared for later rather than sooner. Nevertheless, Sabrina kept nestling her head further into Yvonne!s shoulder, gently brushing up against her neck and attempting to rub herself against her opponent’s skin. So this wasn’t the underground. What about it? She wasn’t breaking any rules!

Still, even though she had nailed Yvonne with a fierce blow, Sabrina couldn’t do much of anything the moment her limbs got tangled and she was forced into a tight clinch. This time, Sabrina really couldn’t do anything. Her first instinct was to go for a headbutt, but the only issue with that? This was a standard match and a headbutt wasn’t going to be allowed no matter how much she wanted it to be so...

Growling, she struggled and shook, trying to break away and escape from her opponent’s limbs.

”Would... You... Let... Go!?”

”No.”

A simple, one word answer, and it was all that Yvonne was giving Sabrina. She had no intention of letting go of her opponent, not now, not when the clock was ticking away. It definitely wasn’t a popular tactic, wasn’t going to win her any fans or something meaningless like that, but a quick glance at the clock revealed the shrewdness of it. Less than twenty seconds to go, almost there.

That being said, she wasn’t unaware of all the brushing Samantha was doing, feeling those bare breasts sliding against,

The referee moved to the side and called out, yelling right in their face. ”Yvonne! Let go! Let go, or I’ll deduct a point!”

That was a credible threat, one she had to pay attention to. Reluctant, she maintained her grip for a couple more seconds before she pushed her opponent off with the hardest shove she could manage, making the most distance between them. She stumbled forward, then fell back, nearly hitting the ropes as she struggled to keep her feet under her.

That little reprieve had helped. Her vision was clearer now, her heartbeat was fast, but not out of control. She brought her guard up once more, took a few steps off to the side, eying the clock as she moved. Only ten seconds left. Ten seconds to survive, ten seconds to endure. She had every expectation that Sabrina would make her work for them.

Huh, she got a response. She really wasn’t expecting anything out of her opponent, but she got something. Even then, it wasn’t the right answer she wanted, continuing to struggle against the clinch as she bit down into her plastic and snarled. She honestly thought she was about to unintentionally resort to her underground tactics. The urge to grip her opponent tightly and smash her skull in was so natural that it made her want to do it even then and now. If anything, Sabrina felt like she had to fight dirty ever since her match with Margaux...

Nevertheless, she wasn’t gonna say it, but...

Well, she may or may have not been getting a little hot under the collar. Well, in this case, somewhat wet, but that was something for another time and she could avoid that now. It did NOT take importance over the fact that she needed to get this...

“Jesus, finally! Took your sweet ass fucking... FUCK!” Sabrina wasn’t given much time to go and insult the referee simply because her opponent had already SHOVED her with all she had. She staggered and stumbled, but she managed to keep on her feet as she took a breath of fresh air, gathering energy and preparing for the next run just before she witnessed Yvonne’s eyes dart to the side briefly.

Her eyes did the same and suddenly they widened in shock. Alright, she didn’t have time to question things or try and gather any bearings. Her abdominals were a little sore, but they could handle punishment in the long run. Even then, she didn’t bother thinking anymore with her next decision now. Eyes narrowed sharply, she let loose a furious roar and suddenly began speeding down the canvas floor as the seconds began to pass...

Her opponent’s guard was up, she couldn’t aim for the face reliably, but...

”I GOT YA!” And as the seconds ticked down, Sabrina closed the gap, her right arm rocketing upward with a blistering blue-flamed boxing glove hopefully finding its way deep into Yvonne’s gut!

DING! DING!

Did she do it?

Yvonne looked to the side and regretted doing so right away, seeing Sabrina do the same. The look on her face told the tale well enough, showed that she realized the situation they were both in - a clock counting down, ticking away. It wouldn’t mean the end of the match, they still had a round to go before that happened, but it would mean that Yvonne could take her time to recoup and formulate an ending strategy. While she didn’t peg her blonde foe as being the smartest woman, the significance of that could not be ignored.

Sabrina was going to do what any worthwhile boxer would do: Maximize her time. Engage. Attack.

The woman came at her like a rabid dog, roaring and charging forward with fiery eyes. Yvonne tensed up at the sight, knowing what was coming, unsure if she would be able to weather the storm. Her arms were hurting, her stomach still sore from the battering ram it had taken. This was not an attack she could take head on, which meant she had to try something else. Something more ambitious.

Instead of moving away, Yvonne threw herself forward as her opponent closed in, rushing in to the fill the gap and slamming into her with her shoulder. It didn’t mean she was free from pain, she still wound up taking a sharp strike in her side that left her gagging, but it was a far cry from the crushing blow she would’ve had to endure otherwise, and it meant survival.

The bell rang, saving her at the last moment. She fell back and clutched her side for a moment, before she straightened up and summoned her resolve. Face cold but withered, she stared at Sabrina for a long, lingering moment, then turned about on her heel and made the long walk back to her corner.