Bouncing Betty vs. Anja the Raven: Box!

"Uhm!"
Now if that was not a rough approach! Sadly for Anja, she was quite receptive for this kind of rough game and reacted accordingly with a pleased moan. She could not really complain about it anyway, her mouth was busy getting dominated by Betty, and her body was unable to move much while pressed into the corner. When the thrust started to rock her through, she would tighten involuntarily under the move before giving herself completely over to the motion. It was her own fault, if she had not punched Betty after her hentai move, but he price had been too sweet to pass it.

A violent sneer curled along Betty's face as Anja's moan vibrated through her skull. That was exactly the sort of reaction she was going for. Definitely a good sign, but she wasn't satisfied to just have this bitch for a snogging session. She had something way lewder in mind.

It would be awkward with the gloves, but that didn't mean she couldn't try, right? She brought her glove down and rubbed it against the inside of Anja's thigh, starting a slow and steady rhythm, massaging her pussy through the material and stroking her away. Betty kept her other arm tight around her, maintaining the clinch and keeping up the rough treatment. If that was what Anja wanted, that was what Betty would provide.

"Enjoying yourself, bitch?" She said, breaking away from the kiss for a quick taunt, then diving back in.

Getting held into the tight embrace of a clinch, Anja visibly enjoyed being dominated by her opponent, moaning excitedly into the mouth of Betty, giving a clearly delighted sound after the other girl gave her a short break, looking her into the eyes with an excited glimmer in them.

"Aahh...you´re a bitch, Betty-chan! That is so great to see! I thought you were just a stuck up snob forced into foxy boxing by clever management, but this is soooo much better..."
She replied with real pleasure in her voice before her mouth was sealed again by Betty´s own mouth. It was so much better to break in a naughty bitch like Betty than a boxer forced into something like this.

Betty pressed hard into the kiss, partly because she wanted Anja to shut the fuck up, and partly because - and she hated to admit - the girl tasted delicious. Pleasing mouth, nice and lucious, and she knew how to work that tongue. As weird as this match was, she couldn't complain too much about the perks.

She gave Anja one last thrust as the time expired and moved back, getting into a tight guard as the referee restarted the match. There wasn't much time left on the clock, half a minute and counting, but she planned to get in some decent counter shots before time experied. A little something for Anja to think about on her way back to the corner.

"Now that wasn´t so bad, or was it?"
Anja took a little time to recover in the corner with a sultry smile on her face while wiping awax some spittle with her tongue, before attempting to appear as fresh and energetic as possible in the middle of the ring. Of course was she now also heated up and not as fresh as she had been at the beginning of the boxing match or just before they had gone to the steaming part of the match, but now, she was on the road to recovery already.

Not wanting to let Betty stand in the rain, she would start a left right hook combination from a pendulum defense.

No, it wasn't that bad, but there was no way in all fucking hell that Betty would even give Anja the satisfaction of knowing it. There was a strong mental element to this entire fight, and she wasn't going to lose ground without. No matter how deliciously scrumptuous Anja's mouth was. Or how wet her inner thighs got. Or how good the sensation of their breasts mingling was.

"Whatever. If that's the best you AFW girls got, you're way overrated. Had better." She brought her guard up and absorbed hooks, then threw a quick jab towards Anja's face before she danced away.

"Oh, got their numbers for me? I would love to meet such pearls of beauty."
Anja raised one cheek to symbol a grin while ducking away from the counter in a pendulum motion and close in to send a short straight against the raised defense of Betty before pending out in another direction. Time was ticking down quickly, and obviously, none of the girls wanted to lose ground on more than one field and risk getting caught with pants down at the end of the round. Both literally or in the truest of senses when hentai rules came into play. This could turn out to be a long match if nobody would score a lucky shot or something in that order. Alone the thought made her grin again.

Anja was smiling again. Why? How many times did Betty have to ring her bell before some sense got in?

"Pfft, typical blond." She grumbled and let her breath cover it up as Anja tagged her defenses again. The shot had some good force to it, enough to force Betty back a step, but it wasn't nearly enough to get through.

She kept things closed, didn't chase after the blonde, and let the final seconds of the round tick away. Not the most stylish ending, but fuck it. She wasn't here to entertain, she was trying to win, and that meant not charging in like a doofus.

She pumped her fist Anja's way, wishing to the gods she didn't even worship that she could get away with a cheap shot and not incure the stupid penality. "Next round? All mine. Get ready, bitch."

Despite her controlled behavior, Anja was also glad that the round was over when the bell finally rang. It was a rather long time ago she had boxed in a competitive way and had to get back into it piece by piece to have a chance in the later stages of this match. Her reflexes were still there, and it had worked pretty well up to this point, but this little break was surely very helpful for a reflection.

So she would lean back and let water drip over her face, cleaning her mouth while the protector was out to spit the water into the bucket beside her after that, simply smiling at her opponent.

Betty took the bottle of water from her cutman and finished it with a few big gulps, sitting in the corner while the ring girl struttered around, holding the Round 2 card above her head. Cute little thing. Red bikini, black high heels, long, blonde hair, and...bunny ears. She had a pair of bunny ears on her head.

God, Japan was so weird.

She spat off to the side and grabbed her mouthguard, shoving it in right as the bell rang. A couple slaps of her glove and she was back on her feet and into the fight again. This time she took the initiative and rushed across the ring, throwing out a hard right cross the second she was in range and trying to cut Anja down before she even knew what was happening.