Bouncing Betty vs. Anja the Raven: Box!

A new round, a new luck. This was a very nice change of events from the wrestling matches she was usually in, she did not need to be constantly vigilant, a break in boxing was as safe as sitting in the bus. The little break was also fine to reflect what was good or bad, but it was over too soon and she stood up to face the other girl again. She would bounce a little on her own feet and waded into the middle of the ring, but then Betty exploded against her raised fists and immediately put her in the defense and back against the ropes with a tight defense and the other girl firmly in control.

Betty let out a triumphant yell as her fist crashed into Anja's defenses and drove her back. Yeah, it didn't hit right on, but it was enough to knock the blonde bombshell off her game and send her staggering towards the ropes, giving her a real taste of what Betty could do when she was on her A-game. Cheating or not, she could get this job done. It was hard to get a full smile on with the mouthguard, but somehow, she managed it.

She juked to the left as she darted in and threw out a fake jab from the left, pulling it back before it could get halfway to Anja's face. She ducked down in the next second and sent a right hook to Anja's side.

For the first time in this match, it showed that she had not boxed for years in a competition like this. When she was fully training for the sake of boxing, this probably would not have looked as bad as it did for her. But as that was not the case, Betty was able to drive her around and into the ropes.
"GH!"
A grunt of pain came through her clenched teeth when she fell for the diversion her opponent beautifully played and was hit as intended.

She had to do something, and so would attempt to break out in an angry, explosive attack with hooks left and right to the body in quick succession to drive her opponent back and put the pressure on her.

Betty was eager to put Anja down. Maybe a little too eager. So eager, in fact, that she walked right into a pair of grenades aimed at her sides, coming in the form of two fierce hooks. She took the blow hard, gasping and groaning with each hit.

Anja wasn't a boxer, not a real one, but that didn't mean she couldn't pack some power into those punches, and Betty's ribs would be proof of that for weeks. She could give every bit as good as she got, though. Even better, in fact.

She decided to show Anja how a real hook was done and threw back the same attack she'd just taken - to hooks, left and right, going towards the German's ribs with bad intent."Fuck off!"

Now as the match got more heated, Anja was much more in her element. Punish and be punished was something that really complimented her style to wrestle, box, and generally to do things.

"Come on!"
She mumbled through her mouth guard, waving lightly with one glove while taking the hit with as wolfish smile. Now it would be seen if Betty was as hard as she thought when she tested the girl with a uppercut to the chin while she was answering her hooks with two strikes of her own that shook through the rock solid body of the German and began to erode her stamina and stamina in a war of attrition that the Blonde was more than eager to lead.

Betty had everything set and ready to go. The two hooks softened Anja up plenty, and all she needed now were a few good hits to drop her for the ten count. A jab to open those defenses and solid straight to knock her head off. Bread and butter, can't be beat.

Those plans were canceled when Anja landed a solid uppercut out of nowhere with enough force to literally take Betty off her feet. She let out a sharp cry as the jackasses in the crowd roared with approval, and stumbled back from the heavy and hardened blow. She hit the ropes and bounced back, shaking her head and getting her gaurd back up while she recovered. "Fuck!"

Her uppercut had hit it´s mark. Not necessarily the mark she had exactly intended, but a solid hit was a solid hit in every sense. Her opponent even had to abandon her attack and was driven back by the impact of her attack. contrary to Betty, Anja was no friend of angry boxing in general, but without her little outbreak, she would now probably have kissed the mat right now. Reading the tactic of the other girl would probably be key to the match, and with her previous experience from the first few exchanges, Anja would attempt to keep Betty occupied and drive her in the direction of a corner with a light right straight, hard right hook combination and the slight appearance of a wolfish smile on her face.

Betty preferred to stay loose and creative, work around the ref and keep things dirty, but that hardly meant she couldn't take a punch. She was more than capable of absorbing Anja's pithy little right cross with no problem whatsoever.

The hook that came after it, though, was another problem altogether. That blow rocked Betty's temple and sent her staggering back, though it didn't happen so fast that she couldn't catch the annoying little smirk on Anja's face. That needed serious fixing. But first, she needed an escape plan.

She threw a couple of quick jabs out, then tried to slide to right with a quick step, hoping to circle Anja and keep from getting boxed in. Fakey, stupind hentai wrestling boxer-wannabe or not, the girl could do some real damage if she got Bettty in the wrong place.

A small hint of disappointment showed for a second on the face of the blonde after her opponent had shown that she had been hit, but not enough for Anja to take control over the opponent and therefore also the round in time, and that was mercilessly ticking down on them anyway. Of course it was not going to be easy to box Betty into a corner with a single tactic like this, but it was still only human to feel a little bit disappointed when things did not work out as she had planned.

Without the support of the corner, Anja wanted to play it out slowly and go for some distance straights to box to a small win or probably more of a draw round.

Betty smirked at the disappointed look in Anja's face. Did she want some up-close-and-personal time? Well, that was exactly what she would get. All of the sudden, she felt a giving mood coming over her.

Betty kept her distance and took one of the straights right on her face. That was all she needed to really get a feel for Anja's range, then start to work accordingly - she kept right on the periphery, just out of reach, keeping the distance and leading Anja back, further and further and further.

"What's wrong, fruelien?" She put a little German in her voice and managed a decent impression. "Quit trying to hit me and just fucking hit me!"