Lorenza Saldano vs Zoey Waters

"Yes, you're right where are my manners. I'm sorry your a coward, weak and full of excuses." Zoey said hearing it all before, with a sheepish look on her face. "Is that better now......eh?"

Before she had a chance to explain the war of 1812, she caught herself and realized Lorenza was running straight at her. There was only one thing running through at that current moment and that was the word 'shit'. Zoey had forcibly backed herself into the corner so there was nowhere to actually retreat too. With great difficulty, despite there being nowhere to run, she bobbed and moved her head barely out of the reach of the punches. The crowd was eating it watching the Canadian fighter show off an impressive feat of defense by simply using her head movement. Lorenza's punches hit nothing but air!

Grinning, Zoey reached to counter Lorenza's final right punch by firing a left jab. Only this time, Zoey's jab hit nothing but air and before she knew what hit her, Lorenza clipped her hard with the right hook. "Guh!" The force combined with the fact that Zoey didn't see it coming did some real damage. The impact made Zoey's knees buckle and disoriented her sense of balance for the moment. Nearly dropping her if her back wasn't against the corner. Looking up to find her vision blurred from the shot, Zoey covered up behind her arms shielding herself as she was currently stuck in the corner.

Lorenza came at the Canadian hard, and she came at the Canadian fast. Lorenza knew how to come back in a situation like this and put a mouthy bitch like Zoey in her place. Lorenza wasn’t an invincible champion. She made it to where she was through plenty of hard work, and she had taken a lot of hard knocks to get to where she was. She had been knocked down more times than she could remember, by a half dozen different opponents. But she always got back up, and came back at them. Harder, faster, stronger. She overwhelmed them, traded with them blow for blow if she had to and, sure enough, the other woman always dropped first. Zoey would be no different.

At first, though, Zoey pulled one over on Lorenza once again. She dodged Lorenza’s punches, letting them sail harmlessly through the air. Lorenza didn’t care, so long as her final punch landed. She had to keep from grinning when she saw Zoey pull back her blue-gloved fist. This time, the Canadian’s punch was the one that whiffed. And Lorenza’s hook clobbered her.

“Take that, puta!” Lorenza would taunt, as her punch sent Zoey falling back into the ropes. It was very nearly a knockout blow, the way Zoey crumpled. Just a little more and that might have been it. Well, Lorenza would just have to supplement that quality with some quantity now.

“Come on, Canada,” Lorenza would taunt, as she would start to fire a rapid series of jabs into her opponent’s gloves, forcing her back deeper into the corner, before following those up with a hook here or a hard low punch to Zoey’s belly there, hoping that this peppering of blows would be enough to finish the brunette. “Mexico’s got plenty more for you! Sit there and take it!”

Zoey knew Lorenza was smelling blood in the water, she could feel her head still pounding from the after effects of Lorenza's deadly hook. Unable to do anything else, Zoey shelled herself up like a turtle behind it's shell. Her arms held up in a cross like formation, her blue eye peeking out as Lorenza unloaded a flurry of jabs against her guard. Barely, hanging on before her opponent fired another hook at Zoey's head.

"Ughh!" The blow went around her defenses hitting her hard on the side of the skull. Zoey's head snap in the direction of the punch. Her guard smashed apart by the attack, letting her arms fall in the process. The Canadian then felt her opponent's fist drive into her stomach driving the air from her lungs. Leaning forward, Zoey pulled her arms toward her stomach before falling to her knees in front of Lorenza. Eyes down as she coughed at the floor, her mouth piece sliding out and falling onto the ring floor.

"Down!" The Ref said as Zoey clutched at her stomach. The Canadian's cheeks flushed red realizing what had happened. Gritting her teeth as she took her time getting up as the ref began to count. "One.... Two.... Three!

Lorenza pounded her opponent hard. She was going to show Zoey no mercy. The Canadian might have been a fun girl—and she might be pretty darn hot—but she had stepped into the ring with the wrong world champion. Lorenza would beat the shit out of her regardless of whether she ran her mouth or not.

She hit Zoey with the hard hook to the head, then smacked her with a punch right in her belly. The Canadian deflated and collapsed down onto her knees in front of Lorenza. “That’s right. Kneel,” the Mexican would taunt her foe, putting a glove on Zoey’s head and tousling the woman’s brown hair. As the referee started the count, Lorenza would hastily back up, not wanting to be cited for interfering with her downed opponent. She had made her point. She had taken Zoey down, in the first round no less.

Things were looking very, very good for the former world champion.

Zoey grit her teeth hearing those words as Lorenza messed with her hair. IT was humiliating just to take those words but she had to admit part of her sort of deserved it for that trash talk earlier. She wanted to draw out Lorenza's aggression and she knew that should would probably eat some shots. She did not expect it to be this bad. She sucked in a breath and slowly got onto one foot before standing up.

"Four.... Five..... Six!" The Ref called out.

Zoey waited till 8 before raising her gloves. She felt a light throbbing in the side of her head and a slight soreness in her stomach. On a while, she wasn't feeling all that damaged, she told herself Lorenza had just surprised her. However, it was clear to see the Mexican had just used her as her personal punching bag before dropping her onto her knees. Taking up the fighting position, with about a minute and a half remaining in the first round. It was time to punish. Saying nothing back to Lorenza, Zoey just breathed in and out wanting to get it under control.

"Fight!"

Zoey got into a south paw stance before dropping her lead right hand exposing the right side of her face. As soon as the fight began, the Canadian moved towards Lorenza shuffling side to side as she grew closer. Stepping side to side, Zoey danced in and out of Lorenza's striking range and with her head exposed she was practically begging Lorenza to knock her down again. She wanted to make her opponent think that she was trying to bait her into a counter. Instead, Zoey would relax her lead arm and snap it like a whip in an upward direction trying to send a flurry of flicker jabs at her opponent's chin. Sacrificing speed for power, the jab itself would start off at a lower angle giving her opponent less time to react.

Zoey took her sweet time standing up. Lorenza would just stand back, gloves on her hips, grinning and waiting for her opponent to be ready to fight again. Finally, Zoey pushed herself back up onto her feet and raised her gloves. After a quick check of the Canadian by the referee, the match was ready to continue.

“Fight!”

This time, Lorenza noted, Zoey was assuming a southpaw stance. That was going to be annoying. Their lead feet were going to be battling for the small space between them, and they would be constantly stepping on each other’s toes and tripping up. Lorenza could fight southpaw, too, but not nearly as well as she fought from her orthodox stance, and so she refused to switch.

Well, regardless of what stance the Canadian was coming at her in, Lorenza was going to show her absolutely no quarter. She pounded her gloves together and marched forward towards Zoey.

Zoey came into range with her glove down and her face exposed. Lorenza wasn’t going to be totally irresponsible, but she couldn’t resist taking a shot in a circumstance like this. She waited, getting closer and closer, until at last she would throw a hard hook right at Zoey’s head. But, when the leather hit the space where Zoey’s head had been, it wasn’t there anymore. The Canadian had ducked out of the way again. When she ducked back in, her attack hit Lorenza hard. The jabs smacked into the Mexican’s face, one, two, three. Lorenza would quickly bring up a glove to push Zoey’s arm down, and would then fire back, throwing a hard right cross at her opponent’s head.

After scoring not one, not two but three lightning fast jabs in succession, the Canadian grinned knowing she had picked the right strategy. Admittedly, she was still stronger in her right arm then her left despite the fact she could fight in both stances and write with both hands. Fighting against a southpaw stance would prove troublesome to Lorenza but not for long. Once the world champion got used to fighting her in her left, it wouldn't take the Mexican long for her to make the right adjustments to compensate.

Lorenza slapped out her lead right arm, the arm she had been using to throw her flicker jabs. Trading at this distance, Zoey saw the right hand coming a mile away. Lorenza had made the terrible mistake of rendering both her arms useless to defend while Zoey still had one to spare. The Canadian counter puncher would grin at the huge mistake the Mexican had made. It was a fundamental rule in boxing never to attack with one hand without making sure your other hand was there to defend and she would be sure to make Lorenza suffer for it. Zoey could have as easily leaned back away from her right hand to get away but, she moved forward instead. Dropping her hips low, she would dodge Zoey's right by going underneath it. With her strong legs underneath her, Zoey exploded forward kicking off the balls of her feet like a sprinter. She came up with a powerful right uppercut to Lorenza's jaw, extending both her legs and arm at the same time.

Immediately after the blow, the Canadian would rush her opponent as if she was a shark who had just tasted blood in the water. Zoey would clinch with her opponent wrapping her arms her opponent and pressing their hot sweaty bodies against each other. Hoping that blow would be enough to stun her long enough, she would drive the Mexican back into her corner pinning down Lorenza's body with her own right in front of her own coach. She would use her shoulder to press into Lorenza's chest freeing up her right hand. Ear to ear with her breath against Lorenza's neck, she would start pounding away at Lorenza's abdomen driving her fist over and over with a flurry of short uppercuts. Zoey was racing against the clock wanting to even out the round, even though she had more than a minute left.

Lorenza shoved Zoey's arm down, getting it and its dangerous fist away from her face before it could hit her a fourth, or a fifth, or a sixth time. A second later, she threw a punch. She should have waited at least one more second, but she was getting restless.

Zoey came in lick a rocket, dodging underneath Lorenza's right cross with ease, and then surging upwards with an uppercut that smashed into Lorenza's chin hard. The Mexican boxer let out a loud groan as her head snapped up, and she bit down hard on her mouthguard, lest it go flying out of her mouth. She stumbled back, and Zoey came after her. The Canadian clinched with her, and Lorenza, thankful for that respite, would wrap her arms around Zoey, too, trying to restrain her foe.

Zoey would move as much as she could in the clinch, however, and that was enough to allow her to direct Lorenza all the way back into her own corner, then start pounding on her abdomen. Lorenza's arms would immediately unwrap from around Zoey. She grunted and groaned with every blow. It was painful, and she would do her best to force Zoey to stop, as with one hand she tried to subtly adjust her foe's position, and the other would try to drive some hard jabs into Zoey's chest and face.

If nothing else, Lorenza was adamant about one thing: she, unlike her foe, would not fall.

Zoey scored a lot of blows to the body as she pounded away at the other girl's body. Her heart racing as she went after Lorenza with bloodlust in her eyes. However, the tough Latina woman was hard to put down. Her foe managed to adjust her position enough to be able to throw left jabs. Being so close, Zoey bobbed and weaved under the jabs making it awkward for her opponent to land straight punches in short distances.

The brunette wrapped her arms around Lorenza to move, knowing full well she wouldn't be able to knock her opponent down with the time remaining. Forehead to forehead, she licked the side of the blue haired woman's face, licking the sweat off her neck to her ear. Her tongue burning to the touch, she would make the lick nice and slow forcing her to endure every second of the humiliation. Locking up with her so neither of them could throw a punch but eagerly pressing their chests and breasts against each other. Obviously, making a statement by pinning her foe's body against the turnbuckle.

"Bitch." She would say into her ear. "I'm going to crush your pride into the dirt under my foot. Your body will be broken at my feet."

Trying to get the girl to react, Zoey would step back and release her trying to anticipate a wild punch. She would step to the side and try to counter with a powerful uppercut to use her opponent's force against her and deliver a powerful uppercut to her chin.

Lorenza obviously needed to play the long game with this nasty little pugilist, wearing her down, letting her smash herself again and again against Lorenza and continue coming up short compared to what she expected. Zoey was good, but she was overconfident and a little wild, and Lorenza, with her years upon years of experience, was going to rock this woman. Zoey could control as much of the bout as she wanted, but in the end, Lorenza would be landing the truly devastating punches, and Lorenza would be the winner.

Though she had Lorenza in the corner right now, Zoey had to respect the Mexican boxer's dangerous left glove, dodging away from it and letting it graze her a few times before deciding that it wasn't worth the trouble and trying to lock up with Lorenza for the last few seconds of the round. The Tigress scoffed contemptuously as she felt her opponent's arms around her. Soon enough, that wasn't all she felt. Lorenza would gasp as she felt that tongue on her neck, and shivered involuntarily as it slid down her sweaty skin. Whatever sport Zoey was used to, it clearly wasn't boxing. She evidently had no qualms about continuing her trash talk during the fight, either, even though her mouthguard was still in place and made her sound mush-mouthed.

"Fuck you, bitch," Lorenza would reply back. She was going to fuck Zoey up, but Lorenza was not stupid, and she was not going to be taken in by a blatant attempt at riling her up like that When Zoey released her and stepped back, Lorenza would lift her gloves defensively and then take a step forward towards her. When Zoey threw her uppercut, Lorenza would bob to the side and then press her arm against her opponent's to deflect it. Then, with that danger over with, as the final seconds ticked down in the round, Lorenza would throw a hard right hook, trying to nail Zoey in the cheek and get the final say in this first round.