Lady Lakota vs. White Feather

White Feather saw Janet's fists go up and it prompted her to do the same. "You and I are in total agreement." said White Feather as she would move in closer to her opponent. She was ready to strike a punch at any time and decide to save the haymaker punch for last.

“Good,” Janet said with a nod, moving in closer and preparing for the last exchange of blows. When it was over, one girl would be flat on her back, and the other would be standing over her, arms raised in victory.

“Iâ€ll go first,” the Lakota girl decided, with a little smirk. She would then throw a quick jab to White Featherâ€s face, trying to get their final exchange started off right.

White Feather would grunt a little when the first jab came in. Rubbing her cheek, she would say, "Not bad, but how about this?" She would also throw a quick jab to Janet's face to see how she'll react.

Janetâ€s head would snap backwards, and she would groan and try to massage the pain from her cheek after being punched. But she stayed on her feet, and she tried to appear as steady as possible.

“That wasnâ€t too bad,” she said. Raising her own fist again, she would throw a right hook at her opponent, aiming to connect with White Featherâ€s temple, hitting her higher up than she had been before. “Think you can handle this?”

White Feather grunted again when she got hit, this time at the temple. Rubbing it, she would say, "Yeah, I can. How about you?" Saying this, she would also aim for the temple with her own punch. All eyes are on both girls now as they watched to see who will win in the end.

Janet grunted as White Featherâ€s knuckles smashed into her temple, giving her a splitting headache that would probably linger for the rest of the night. She wobbled on her legs for a moment, but managed to keep herself from falling, or even showing any major weakness.

“Yeah, I can,” she replied, rubbing her temple. “Now, tell me what you think about this.”

She would grab White Featherâ€s cheek, pulling her head just a little closer. Aiming carefully, Janet would then launch an uppercut straight to the other Native American girlâ€s chin.

White Feather also had a bit of a headache, but she didn't let that bother her as she wanted to continue fighting. She would say nothing as Janet came over to her and grabbed her cheek to pull her head in. From there, Janet proceeded with an uppercut to the chin.

"GUH!" cried out White Feather as she staggered back and held her chin in pain. She would take a few moments to rub it an move her mouth a little before she says, "I can do better than that." She would come over to Janet, grab her by the cheek to pull her head in and attempted to give her own uppercut to the chin.

“Ooof!” Janet groaned, staggering backwards as White Featherâ€s uppercut slammed into her jaw. She found herself backing up against the ropes, leaning on them for support as she tried to massage the pain out of her face. She managed to recover once again, taking slow steps back to the center of the ring, where the other Native American girl was waiting.

“You think you can handle any more?” Janet asked, raising her fists once again. “I bet youâ€ll go down with the next punch. Hereâ€s your chance to give up.”

White Feather was already rubbing her aches and pains on her face as Janet was recovering. "I the same," she replied as she got ready for one more attack. "But I am not giving up until it is over." She would scuff her feet back as in preparing to charge. This final punch that both girls would give is their last chance.

White Feather would go for a haymaker punch when they start charging. This was her most lethal attack yet and it can yield either a positive or a negative.

Janet smirked. “Thatâ€s good. I was hoping youâ€d say that. Itâ€ll make it all the sweeter when I…finish you off.”

Seeing White Feather get herself ready to charge, Janet would do the same, realizing, somehow, that this was going to be the very last action of the match. The crowd was getting more and more excited as the two girls began running at each other. This was the endgame.

Janet went for a haymaker punch, putting everything she had into this final attack. When she felt White Featherâ€s own haymaker crash into her face, all she could do was give a startled yelp, and crumple to the mat, finally knocked out for good, unable to see whether or not her own punch had struck home.