Boxing with the Queen of Brawl (open challenge)

Fires exploded from the entrance ramp in fabulous streams. It was a bit more over the top for the lesser known boxing league, but this was no ordinary opponant that was about to enter the ring. From out of backstage emerged Sarah Gatt, AFWs infamous Queen of Brawl, here for the first time ever to throw down in the boxing ring. For the occasion she wore a long jet black robe with a hood that covered her face, decorated with images fire across her sleeves. She made her way down to the ring with a grin hidden under her hood to the cheers and boos of the crowd around her. It was Sarah's first appearence outside of a different league, and the crowd was certain she was going to make it a good one.

Once reaching the ring Sarah would climb inside it, slipping through the ropes and making her way to the center of the ring. Once there she would grin even wider before shedding her robe, revealing what she wore underneath. Sarah wore a black sports bra as well as a pair of tight fitting black shorts. And on her fists she wore a pair of matching black boxing gloves. Sarah truly looked ready to kill tonight. The crowd went wild at her deadly looking appearence and she took in the pplause with an arrogant grin. It wasn't long before a mike was lowered for her and she took in within her glove before speaking.

"How's it going, assholes?" Sarah asked the crowd, who responded with resounding cheers. "I'm giving you all a treat tonight. For one night only, I will take on anyone who gets in this ring with me! Doesn't matter who it is! Man or woman, I don't give shit! Whoever wants to get their ass kicked to within an inch of their life, come join me! I'll show you what real boxing is." As the mic raised into the ceiling again the crowd went wild with excitement. Sarah had just issued an open challenge to anyone who heard her to compete in her little game. Sarah went to her corner and rested against it, wondering who would have the guts to take her on.

No pyro show or what so ever told of the arival of a challenger.
It was lil Sasha, jabbing her gloves together, wearing only those, her boxing boots and combat undies. The blonde small Russian kid with the boyish looks walked toward the ring and shouted:"I would accept your challenge Ma'am!"

She then slipped into the ring and stepped toward Sarah.

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Sarah raised an eyebrow at the appearence of her challenger, and her mouth fell open in astonishment. This was who they were sending against her? This little kid in panties. Sarah Gatt had graced the boxing federation with her presence, putting a little bit of publicity into the tiny league, and this was the best they could come up with?

When her challenger arrived in the ring Sarah gave them the once over, and her mouth curled into a cruel sneer. "Seriously?" Sarah asked no one in particular. "This is who I;m going to fight? The little boy wearing panties?" The Queen of Brawl apparently did not relize that Sasha was in fact, a girl. Sarah shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever." She slammed her black gloves together and grinned darkly. "Your funeral."

Sasha raised an eyebrow and looked a bit startled. The girl looke very boyish indeed but she was not aware of that fact for it was the look and the kind of attitude that was given to her and expected from her.
So she tried to stay polite, saying:"Ahh..Ma'am.,,I am a girl". Sasha did blush a bit, it was bad enough to fight topless in front of hundreds of strangers for the kid.
Her heart went a bit faster in her flat chest.
She jabbed her gloves together once and then she prepared for the fight, taking a stand in the middle of the ring and offering her gloves for a greeting tap to the tall Irish-girl.

Sarah blinked in surprise. Wait, this thing was a girl? This flat chested, short-haired little thing in panties was a girl? "Seriously?" Sarah asked incredously like it was very hard to believe. "You are the manliest looking girl I've ever seen, honey. You sure you ain't packing under those panties?"

Despite her taunts Sarah was more than ready to take it to Sasha, and grinned devilishly at her opponant as she approached. When Sasha offered her gloves to tap Sarah would respond with a less than friendly answer. Instead of tapping her gloves on Sasha's. she tap them both pretty hard in the girl's face.

Sasha was caught off guard by that very vile plan and the gloves of Sarah thumped hard into the face of the kid. She gasped, catching her self and narrowed her eyes. She blushed a bit deeper, the scar on the little girl's face growing a darker red as she suddenly tossed her self at Sarah and shot a left and a right jab up at Sarah's head to test the Queen's defense.

Sarah's cheap little shot earned her a chorus of boos from the audience, but Sarah didn't give a shit. She didn't fight to appease them, she fought to prove she's the best. Sarah grinned mishievously at Sasha as she came rushing to attack her, and would easily dodge her left and right by weaving in and out. "Fiest, ain't cha?" Sarah snickered, choosing not to attack just yet.

Sasha decided to waste no time and no breath for she wanted to fight and she lunged forth a bit , shifting weight to her leading foot. She turned her hip and suddenly the kid fired a low left cross toward the kidneys of Sarah with all the force and speed Sasha could muster.
There was some fire in the kawaii's eyes.

Sarah's eyes widened a little when Sasha was undettered by her two misses and was already coming in for another attack. The gloved punch was coming straight for her kidneys, but at the last second Sarah would jump off to the left, leaving the punch to just skim her hip. "Wow, nice punch," Sarah chcukled. "Bad aim." Again, Sarah did not attack just yet.

That time Sasha let out an obvious groan of frustration as the kidd brought her gloves a bit closer together and shifted some weight. Sasha pranced to the left a bit and whinced, then she shot forth and aimed her right in a straight at the navel of Sarah as hard as possible, trying to attack before her opponent could change direction.