Clare O'Doherty vs Nanako Jounouchi

Clare was ignoring the pain, finally trying to get out of the situation she was in, it was bad. Clare didn't even get to bring a guard up, given her situation. She was wide open, falling victim to the amazon's clobbering flurry. "N-no!" she managed in a panic as the first blow hit, then the second and a third. Each punch snapped her head one way, the follow up snapped it to the opposite side. Clare's eyes shut as she found herself taking a myriad of punches. She was helpless, she lacked vision with her eyes squeezed shut and the punches continuing to come. She was slumping forward, but still being hit. Clare, off of pure instinct, stumbled forward and tried to clench the towering beauty. She didn't want to open her eyes, her head ached and part of her just wanted to collapse to the canvas and stay there. Clare tried to basically hug Nanako, hoping that she could trap her arms and cease fire. Clare's face adorned with bruises now, seemed as though she was halfway out already. She didn't want to go down again, she kept her expectations of herself high, and going down again wouldn't impress anybody. Instead of dropping by her own free will and taking respite in a count, she would risk knockout, in hopes that she could recover on her feet and finally put her opponent down for good.

Nanako was by no means someone who enjoyed hurting her opponants, and she had ssen what just one of her punches was capable of doing to Clare. Now she was unleashing a full on barrage of them on Clare. It was a brutal punishment, but Nanako was relentless. She was drawn into this match by mistake and had already suffered for it, but mistake or not she was not going to pass up this opportunity for her first potential win in the AFW. She would apologize to Clare afterwards.

Then suddenly her beaten up opponant would suddenly spring from the corner after absorbing a good number of hits, and Nanako found herself wrapped up in a hug, trapping her arms at her sides. "H-Hey!" Nanako yelped in surprise, her opponant's head now cushioned on her soft breasts. It seemed only a moment ago Nanako was in a similiar position to Clare's, but the smaller girl had been smart enough to wrap up her arms. "Get off me..." Nanako whined, trying to wrestle away from Clare's grasp.

Clare hardly realized her face nestled in her opponents bosom. It hardly mattered, the softness was refreshing, she was ready to go down, but would have likely kept the clinch forever. Her tower of an opponent had begun to struggle away, Clare's thin layer of swat had seen to it that her arms were beginning to slip. After a moment, she realized just how dangerous of a situation she was in, and for what was really the first time ever, she found it necessary to retreat from an opponent. She pushed her head back up, and while Nanako had nearly broken the smaller fighters grip, Clare released and tried to shove Nanako back and away so she could get space. She was unsure if her minimized strength would move her solid opponent however, if not, she was in grave danger.

Nanako struggled nd squirmed in Clare's grip, but seemed unable to break the clinch right away. Clare was holding onto Nanako for dear life it seemed. If the amazon were a little more fresh, she could have tossed the smaller girl aside like a rag doll. But this match had worn on her as well. More so in fact. It was a miracle that she had carried on this long. "Let me go," Nanako said while panting, her face a slight red from Clare nuzzling her bust like that. But then Clare would do just as she requested, pushing Nanako aside with a surprised yelp. Tired and on her last legs, Nanako would stumbled backwards from her opponant before stopping herself a few feet away.

Shaking her head clear from the lock up, Nanako wold raise her fists at the ready again, more than ready end this fight.

Clare felt decimated at the moment, she wasn't tired in the least, being well conditioned. Yet, the dark bruise on her right cheek was incredibly painful, the head trauma she sustained would slow her down a bit. Still, Clare was just as determined to end this fight as Nanako was, she was out of it from the initial mistake she made, she had to be cautious. One or two successful head shots and Clare would be out cold. She assured herself that even in her hazed state, she could outbox her opponent, exploiting her weakened body. Clare didn't hesitate, she'd live in the moment, if she got knocked out, so be it, she would try her hardest to get the Amazon down with her.

Clare came in behind a heavy straight, her right arm extended high and far. If that succeeded, she'd step in and pound her opponents left rib with the corresponding hand, hoping to remind her recovering opponent, that she was still in pain.

Nanako kept her fists at the ready, her legs wobbling slightly as she faced Clare, her body a shean of sweat. The amazon was not in a good way. The fact that she was still standing and conscious was nothing short of a miracle. Not to mention the fact that she was exhausted. She had hoped that pummeling she had given Clare just moments ago would have finished Clare, but sadly that was not the case. The small boxer was still raring to go, while Nanako was still punch drunk. With half-open eyes, she tried to focus on Clare's movements upon her.

Too little too late, and Nanako;s head snapped backwards from the straight. "UUUGHH!!' Nanako groaned, her bruised face gaining one more. Then pain exploded in her sore ribs again, and Nanako hunched over again. Her legs nearly gave out under her, but Nanako still remained standing, albeit in a vulnerable position.

Clare's face had gone from a look of miserable torment, to a determined, stern, face. She saw the opening. She would slam a right hook to Nanako's head, then a left, then Clare would seek out the Amazons chin, leaving her feet for a big, leaping uppercut. Clare's vision was still blurry, but it didn't diminish her heart, she put everything into the uppercut, and if it still didn't manage to put Nanako out, Clare wouldn't know what to do.
All the punishment she gave this girl had seemed to take it's toll, but man, was she tough! Clare admired it, and found the fight to be much better than she thought it would be when they began.

With the pain in her ribs trumping everything else at the moment Nanako was helpless for what may be her final combo. First the right snpped her head to the side. "Ugh!" Then the left would snap it back to the other side. "Gah!" And then, with her head lowered to the appropriate level, the uppercut slammed home. With Clare leaping upwards with the punch it was made all the more devatating. Nanako's head snapped upwards immediately, and white flashed across her vision before she let out a fianl moan. Then it it all went black.

Nanako would fall forward like a giant cut-down tree, falling through the air towards the mat with nothing to stop her, Then she would collpase to it with a loud crash. Nanako's face lay pressed against the mat, her breasts mushed beneath her, and her arms limp at her sides. Her eyes were shut tight and she made no movement that she was even still alive. Nanako had been completely knocked out Clare's mighty finisher. As blood began to drip from her lip, the ref girl immediately started the count. "One.....two....three...four..."

Clare panted, her chest heaving as she was exhilarated with the knockdown. Had she done it? Was it over? That was the only thing on her mind as she watched her downed opponent, laying in a heap on the canvas. She'd punched Nanako out through most of the fight, and she didn't seem to back down. Clare already realized the possibility of a knockout. She'd hit the canvas hard, and didn't appear to stir remotely. It was an intense moment, Clare eagerly awaited the count, just hoping her battered opponent had the sense to stay down, though it looked as if she had no choice.

Nanako had been beaten, battered and bruised throughout the whole fight, but through it all she had miraculously come back to keep going, even managing to score a knockdown on her smaller foe. Ultimately though her lack of skill had gotten the better of her,and now her laying sleeping facedown on the mat was a testiment to that. "Five....six....seven......eight...." The crowd was livid as the count neared its end. Many were urging for Nanako to rget back up. Others were wanting her to stay down. No matter what anyone wanted, Nanako wasn't going anywhere. There was nothing left of her. She had been completely destroyed.

"Nine......ten!" The final count came, and the bell was rung immediately after. The crowd sent cheers hurtling into the ring towards the winner. Nanako was oblivious to all this, reduced to a sleeping baby thanks to her talanted opponant.