Blast from the past 2: Inoue meets Karasu

"Wrestling match? Honey, if this was a wrestling match, you'd be lying in the middle of the ring right now after a belly to belly suplex. And probably love it."
Anja replied joyfully after Inoue had pushed her away and raised a guard to avoid further *hugs*. A tactic like this worked usually only once on an opponent or at best once per round, hugging her again right now would probably end into a bloodied nose for Anja, but the signal of standing still while clenched spoke loud and clear to her. Inoue was no girl who would stand still like a deer on the street when touched against her will, of that she was sure.

Her opponent may have been a little bit malnourished, but there was still very pretty meat on her that the German would have loved to taste, but this had to way until the wrestling match.
"You're really proud. I like that in a woman. It's fun to have a willing servant now and then, but ruling a proud one may be the real deal."
Anja teased the guard of her opponent with a jab after coming back to distance box her a little bit, nothing to really sweat about but with the goal to keep her a little busy and talk trash.
"Wet panty boxing is so much fun. You know what I mean?"
The perverted sociopath her mistress had always tried to foster surfaced when she picked up steam in a certain fight and had time to talk.

Inoue kept a solid guard, the jab was deflected harmlessly, and she saw that Karasu had chosen to back off. Inoue was relieved, though she hardly showed it, through downward eyebrows and a sneer on her lips. It was half true, nearly any contact with Karasu had been pleasing. Wrestling sometimes managed to be a bit more, sensual. That was no matter, Karasu seemed to assume that Inoue would bend, that she'd lose to her? No.
Inoue spun off the ropes and danced forward with an unpredictable pattern of right and left strafing and weaving.

Her last comment caught Inoue off guard. Karasu had become increasingly flirty. So, Inoue wasn't the only one that got off on an opponent that was an even match. That was good to know. Half of Inoue's mind wandered to what that expierience would have been like, boxing Karasu in a more intimate setting. She snapped out of the vision to reply. "I don't.... But it does sound like it is fun." Inoue nodded with a small smirk gracing her features now. She was quick to close in with a left-right combo of stiff punches, each going for a corresponding rib of Karasu's.

Anja had only playfully attacked the defense of her opponent as she had boxed from a distance. Somehow she wanted to talk, vent a little of her frustrations out in a playful manner instead of unloading it on some unlucky random person who crossed her the wrong way or talked smack to a random blonde street girly, probably ignorant of the fact that the ass-kicking of their live was only inches away from them.
"Rules of wet panty are simple. You get clinched and hit the ropes, opponent has a free action on you. The same when you go down. Needless to say that this action isn't restricted to boxing. Neat technical boxing is really hard when you're horny or nearly done in."
She explained freely, like when she was talking about the weather.

As Inoue came in to attack, Anja welcomed the thrill of the attack, slugging it out seemed fun at this point again. She took the two hits of Inoue, grunting under each hit, getting shifted from side to side by the impact. She would respond with a short but hard uppercut aimed at the chin of her opponent while her head wet a little bit back to avoid a possible uppercut following of Inoue.

Inoue beamed a bit at the idea of that kind of match, It wasn't what would do right now though, she wanted a through and through fight right now. At her last part of the comment, Inoue laughed a bit, but through her punches shortly after. Karasu had gained her respect somewhat, but it was mostly due to the great sensation of an opponent that was actually dangerous. Nothing was more evidenced by this than the uppercut that came in reply. Inoue stumbled right back into the ropes, her hands spread far apart for a moment, she was wide open for a follow up, as the impact had shocked her. It served to remind Inoue that she was in a very real fight for a change, it could go either way really, Inoue was only desperate to ensure that it went her's as much as possible.

Her opponent was wide open now for an attack, and she would gladly respond to it, grinning furiously while in battle mode. It was a good way to find out if Inoue had talked smack all the time and would go down like a house of cards after some real attacks or was just a brawler who could take some damage and had lucked out by getting fed with easy jobbers for her fighting record.

She fired a hard straight to the chin of her opponent before a hook to the central body, hoping that she would either take it for a third time on the same spot in the chin area or show a boxers defense in the try to avoid it by ducking out of it or something like that. She didn't hope that Inoue would take the hit on the chin for embarrassing her by a potential KO but in the try to send her to the mat like her fighters spirit demanded it from her. But she expected and hoped for her opponent to be better than that.

Inoue was a bit stunned from the initial uppercut, but she was still quick. She'd easily venture to say quicker than Karasu. She was quick to move aside, careful to move the opposite direction of the corner. She shifted her body aside for the straight and came in with a jab-hook-jab combo, utilizing her right hand for the big hook, and her speedy left for the jabs. She wasn't going to go down without a considerable fight. She wasn't nearly as tough as Karasu, which meant she had to evade more, she could take punishment, but she did realize after the uppercut, that she couldn't afford to stand there and brawl with her. The angle she came in at with her punches was also a convenient way to brush her into the corner. Inoue desperately hoped she did so. This fight was a rush, and if she could actually get Karasu into trouble and put her down, that would set the unofficial match over the top. If Inoue failed in her combo she'd stand her ground, a dumb move on her part, but her aggression wouldn't allow her to let up so soon.

Anja turned 90 degree to face her shifting opponent who had evaded the possible KO, forcing a grin on the face of the girl. It quickly faded and was replaced by a workers face as the fists of Inoue came crashing in on her. She took the first jab, grimacing under its attack, defending primary against the right hand of her opponent with both of her arms and taking the second jab attack again. It drove her back into the corner and caused her to puff for air while sweat poured out from her body. She had nowhere to run and needed nowhere to run, legwork was more of a thing for Inoue than for her, but she wasn't done for it. And time was ticking away for Inoue, Anja had just to stay in the game.

If Inoue stayed as rabid as she was now, Anaja had another counter for her in her repertoire. She would try to push aside the defense of an incoming Inoue with a cross from her stronger right hand, and then attack her chin with a short straight punch from the left, continuing her skirmish of attrition attacks.

Inoue grinned devilishly once again, she smelled blood in the water, she was much like a shark, in that she moved directly out for her prey. She was disappointed that the power shot didn't catch her, but Inoue wasn't going to let up until she was forced to. She came in behind a left handed body shot, unaware of Karasu's planned defenses, but still unsure if she'd succeed in the punch, if so, she'd go for the hard right hand again, if not she'd likely be caught off guard and prone to Karasu's attacks. Not a good place to be in Inoue's opinion.

(Please correct me if I misread the intention^^)

As expected, Inoue came in for the kill, and Anja was sure that she would drop her like a hot potato with her defensive maneuver. She took the body shot again while she pushed aside the defense of her opponent and connected with her chin, only then realizing that her opponent had her best weapon online and hit her with a hard hook that caused her head to bounce back from the impact and made her bring up her arms again in full defense, missing what effect her punch had on Inoue and hoping that the bell would liberate her from the wolverine like in round one while her head was already ringing from the hook.

So far she had thought to have gotten the better of Inoue in round two, but like in round one she proved that she had a strong finish.

(You did fine. " title="Smile" /> I was a bit unclear. :S)

Inoue was stuck in what seemed to be a permanent grin. This round was much closer, Inoue hadn't looked at the clock once, she didn't want it to end, she was in control. Inoue stumbled back at the chin shot, it'd hurt when she had the time to think about it, but right now she closed right in, sending punch after punch to pound on Karasu's stomach while the clock ticked down, There was no goal at all on her mind, she just knew it'd be okay to exert herself since the round was closing.

The shots only lasted roughly six seconds anyways, as the bell rang and Inoue found herself retreating to her corner, unsure if she'd put Karasu in a bit of an unsure state. She still wanted to knock her out, it would have been pleasing. But, she would have settled all the same for knocking her down. Last round, and it became apparent that she needed to completely demolish her. She needed to double the intensity she showed in this round, and come at her with the skill of the first round. That'd be the only way. So far, she'd shown that she wasn't a pushover at least, but Karasu still needed to learn who was her superior.

Inoue, as expected, felt her head aching a bit. Karasu had hit her pretty damn hard. It wasn't anything she couldn't push through, but this time she actually had to soak a towel in the cool water and wipe her facial aches away. "Not bad." Inoue uttered, showing her first notion of praise. "Not good enough... but not bad." the praise was diminished quickly. Still, Inoue had to admit that she felt anxiety. This final round could have gone either way, or stayed neutral. If anything, Inoue would prefer that, she just didn't want to be blindsided by her opponents strong punches and floored. That would hurt her pride. No, Inoue's confidence wouldn't let that happen. Inoue took in a good deal of water, she'd worked up a good sweat and had a dry throat, but overall, she was the happiest she'd been in a long, long, time.