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Ivanna continues, "And that little girl stays right where she is. If I win, I get to finish what I started. You win, you can take her with you or let her do whatever she wants with me.

Whaddya say, champ?"

Pandemonium let's loose throughout the arena! Will Liberty Lane accept the challenge?
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Candy finds it difficult to get a solid hit in, as Vale nimbly dances around her fists. She moves side to side, evading her opponents blows throughout the round.

DING! The first round ends!
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Liberty Lane, undefeated foxy boxing champion, crashes onto her back in utter defeat! Vanity Vale stands nearby, not expecting her rival to rise. And the count begins!
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Hotstuff Hollie Dunaway comes to Hit the Mat! A four time world champion and Penthouse Centerfold, never before has a professional female boxer of her level graced our ring. Skill, sexiness and heart like you would not believe.

Watch a clip of her unscripted mixed boxing sparring bout against Darrius on:
[link]
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Cali Logan throws a posed punch before her fight with Helena.

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Mutiny will be back at htmwrestling.com this week! Email hit_the_mat@yahoo.com for customs
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A pair of fan favorites return to the ring. Sisters Shannon and Caitlin lace up their gloves for the night's main event. Seen here, Shannon looks like she could use every second of the round break to recover from her younger sister's punches.
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Another commission pic for MCPBA. Mary uses her speed to deliver a devastating counter punch after slipping Fiona's right.
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The newest member of Tetsuo's gym, Joanna!

And I realize most people probably don't read journals, but you may be interested in my Shameless Fanservice journal, where you can suggest ideas for a couple of my next pics! [link]
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Jessica’s straight cracked into Valerie, the sound echoing off the walls all throughout the gym. Valerie was forced to take it full-on, a small shower of sweat and spit thrown from her temporarily warped jaw. The sudden force of the hit rattled her to the core, and as she stumbled back a couple steps, she shook her head a bit to clear and refocus her vision. Jessica did not immediately pursue, but breathed an internal sigh of relief that she managed to connect with a decent couple punches. She resisted the rising urge to taunt Valerie, as Valerie had cockily done to her in the beginning of the fight. For now, she was content to let her fists do the talking.

”Huh…so that’s what your fists feel like…” Valerie thought as she grit her teeth. ”Ears are still ringing. We can’t have any more of that. You think you’ve figured me out, Hawke? Beaten me already!? I’ll rip you apart!”

Valerie nostrils flared, and after a brief moment to collect herself, she charged forward with a fierce yell. Jessica steeled herself, eyes narrowed as she prepared for Valerie’s imminent arrival. As Valerie got into range, Jessica tossed a preemptive jab, though Valerie’s rage-induced focus gave her ample time to slip it without missing a beat, swinging a wild haymaker of a right for Jessica’s cheek. Jessica weaved to her right with gloves up, allowing the punch to roll off her guard. However, Valerie pivoted on the spot and unloaded a left hook from the opposite angle, just as Jessica was coming back up from the weave. Jessica didn’t have enough time to fully block, but was able to throw up her right glove just before impact, her forearm clashing with Valerie’s. The last-second parry reduced Valerie’s incoming force, although she still bulldogged her way around it into a glancing blow to Jessica’s chin.

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Jessica’s head snapped back from Valerie’s jabs, but rather than allowing herself to become disoriented, she focused her concentration and reformed her guard in front of her face, in time to block an incoming third jab from the Ripper. She pondered how best to mount her own offensive, but Valerie seemed bent on not giving her the opportunity as she dipped in, heading downstairs this time with a looping body blow. For now, the Nova Striker would need to remain on the defensive as she shifted her guard downward, protecting her abs once again from Valerie’s attack. Valerie was insistent though, and threw another low hook that thudded into Jessica’s blocking arms as soon as the first was deflected.

“Ugh….she won’t…ugh…let up!” Jessica thought as Valerie tirelessly pounded her red gloves into Jessica’s toned arms. “…Maybe I can use this though. Her head’s...agh…wide open…”

After a low right hook rolled off her guard, Jessica rose while attempting to swing a tight right uppercut for the Brit’s unguarded chin. However, Valerie had found a groove and would not be denied. She saw Jessica’s counterattack coming, and accelerating even further, interrupted it before it could really launch by seamlessly transitioning from low hooks to high ones. The speedy left hook caught Jessica completely by surprise with how much faster it was than the lows she was successfully blocking only moments before. It crashed into her jaw with a solid whap, forcing her to turn to the left, and leaving an arc of sweat and saliva in its wake. The brutal right hook that followed it slammed into her opposite cheek, violently rocking her head and entire upper body from one side to the other.

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...Yes, I am alive :XD:

Presenting Jessica Hawke, my first OC :D Her bio will be posted soon(ish...) along with her first opponent and that character's bio, leading into the debut match of Izuna's BeatRush Boxing! (not counting the pic I did a while ago :p )

Rendered in Daz Studio 4.6, and using :icongravureboxing:'s awesome boxing gloves :)
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When Tomoyo woke up, she found herself at her corner with Kyou's twin sister in front of the dazed fighter ready to fight. At first Tomoyo thought that this would be easy; however, Ryou trained in boxing almost as much as her sister. Kyou was standing at the other corner watching the trapped girl helplessly defend herself while Ryou punches her senses out through 3 rounds until Tomoyo fell to the canvas. She fully understood what the Fujibayashi secret was now: never mess with one of the Fujibayashi twins.

PART 1: [link]
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Angered by her loss, Kyou challenges Tomoyo to another boxing match; only this time, she's using her inner tsundere rage to boost her power punches. Before Tomoyo was knocked out, Kyou said that she will learn the Fujibayahsi secret.

PART 2: [link]
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This is double request artwork formed from :icondeadpoolthesecond: and :iconmastersaruwatari: since I had a busy schedule going, but I hope this would be satisfying.

For :icondeadpoolthesecond:

Erza and Lucy have a match to see who has the better body; so far, Lucy can't handle Erza's fiery punches who can hardly break a sweat.


For :iconmastersaruwatari:

Neggy and Aya were set on the ring ready to have a friendly competition. The more punches they land on each other, the more fierce it got between them. You might no tell it, but they actually enjoy this match.


Neggy (C) :iconmastersaruwatari:
Aya Minato (C) :iconredfalcon23:
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Sure it's been done before in other people's works, but it's still fun to dream.
I was debating posting this clean version of a damaged version, I just decided to go with clean. Though I have multiple angles for each pic so maybe a different angle with damage. :P
And this is one of those pics where after I finished it did I learn how to properly apply background images, live and learn I guess. :P

Boxing Gloves (after a little color change from me) courtesy of TRDaz
Tina Armstrong courtesy of Sterrennacht
Lei Fang courtesy of jim4444
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A big, BIG, huge (and still not big enough) thanks to :iconsluggerx: and :iconmephilesthedarkx: for being simply amazing for coming up with this story leading up to and of Samantha's first fight in the world of men's boxing. I tried my best to make up a pic to go along with the great story (yeah sorry, but I did spoil the ending ;P ) so I hope it's up to their lofty standards. :)
But if you like this story, and I'm sure you will, make sure to go to SluggerX's and Mephilesthedarkx's DA pages and read the rest of their stories, comment and watch for future installments of their work!

Enjoy!!! :popcorn:
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Samantha Armstrong stood at the peak of her sport. A world champion boxer in four divisions from super lightweight to middleweight, the punishing pugilist with hair as black and sultry as a southern midnight remained undefeated, definitely knocking out every woman that stood across from her, arguably the best pound for pound female boxer of her time.

So it came as a huge shock throughout the sports world when Samantha decided to give up her titles and retire from female boxing only to take up a new challenge: working up the ranks of the men's boxing world to become it's first female champion!

*****

“Professional boxing is an amazing sport. It is a hole in the sky of civilization,” preached Cassandra Dominica Langley from the claustrophobic center of her parking space sized studio apartment. “The squared circle is the one place where it is encouraged and appropriate to beat down your fellow human being. And yet it is the only place in the world where we are truly free.”

Samantha snickered on her promoter’s obesely plush burgundy loveseat crammed up against the “convenience center” - a mini fridge with a microwave stacked on top next to the sink. It was an innocent, girly laugh, but the young boxer’s voice had always carried since her lanky puberty and it interrupted the grand oration. “My own personal Malcolm X,” she said, a friendly touch sarcastic.

“That bad, huh?” Cassandra sighed.

“Oh yeah...” nodded Sam.

“But it get’s better,” the young woman assured, flustering through the pages and pushing up her reading glasses. “Grace in fighting... grace is feminine... toughness... cross out childbirth... aha!” She focused on that last line, a gem in her far sight.

“Remember the ‘hole in the sky’?” She asked. Her friend and ward nodded emphatically, knees hugged to her chest. Cassandra continued, her hands out preparing to deliver the gravitas of completed metaphor. Straighten the back, flip back the ruddy curls and...

“Undefeated for thirty-four fights, everyone of them a resounding knockout victory. At the peak of her career she’s already achieved more than any woman before her and now, we ask you to let her take the next step. Give her the challenge she not only deserves, but has earned.” Pause for effect. “Hasn’t Samantha Armstrong earned her place in the sun?”

Sam’s eyes were wide and mouth hung, still anticipating the bombshell of meaning to explode on her brain. Dud. “I don’t get it.”

The young agent hucked the looseleaf speech casually behind her. It hit the drywall of her pod and scattered. “So much for a creative writing minor.” Cassandra dropped like a human two-by-four on her immaculately made twin bed. “This is important, Sam. You’re going to be the first woman allowed to truly compete in men’s boxing. This is big. Little Rock Nine big!”

Sam shook her head. “I suck at history.” The stocky brunette unfolded herself and hopped over to the mini-fridge, withdrawing two Coronas. She popped the cap of one on the hinge of the fridge and handed it to her sulking partner in boxing. Sam just held onto her perspiring bottle for appearance’s sake. This time, she actually considered drinking it. Cool as she was, somewhere inside her that little Oregon girl was sweating as hard as the chilled glass in her hands. Of course, she wasn’t that girl anymore. Even with a move as big as men’s boxing. “I’m just a girl looking for the fight of her life. Why don’t ya tell that to the board?”

“Noted,” the promoter groaned, planting her beer upright on her forehead. She sat up, took a swig, sighed the sigh of someone who was one step from diving feet first into a PR feeding frenzy. Across from her, however, was her armor. Impenetrable. A framed picture of Samantha, hands wrapped, smile blazing, draped all at once with all nine of her glorious, gaudy belts. Standing strong and proud, undaunted by the load. Cassandra picked up the photo by her bed and wondered, “How heavy do you think those men’s title belts are?”

Samantha nodded and said sagely, “Same weight as mine.”

*****

The press relayed the various reactions to the serious consideration of letting a woman become officially matriculated into the male federation. Most of the stories covered the headshaking, the stuffy jowling and grumbling. A couple even mentioned the outright laughter as Cassandra and Samantha sat before a board of state and tribal athletic commissioners.

Still, the two women were resolute. They hacked away at the proposition and, miraculously, or perhaps cynically, the board saw their way to approving her license. A joke. A farce. A fad. Easily forgotten like so many mixed exhibitions before her. But the argument most appealing to their wallets: a shot in the arm for the sport. Handled with the right public appeal, moral or not, there was money to be made.

They warned her. Gird yourself against the coming stones from the public. Be prepared for every male fighter on your card to boycott. Sam had a word for that last jab at her participation: “Cowards.”

Samantha Armstrong was ready for the world, but the question remained: was the world ready for Sam?

*****
Tale of the Tape:

Levi Tavertson -
23 y/o
5’ 10”
147 lbs.
Southpaw
3-0-0 (2 KO)

Samantha Armstrong -
24 y/o
5’ 9”
145 lbs.
Reach:
Orthodox
0-0-0 (0 KO)
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“Tonight’s WBO welterweight bout is a game changer, Mick.”

“It sure is, Rick. For the first time in history, the first woman officially licensed to fight in sanctioned, ranked matches against male contenders will debut for a capacity crowd in Oregon’s Pepsi Stadium, and boy are they fired up. Security’s had it’s hands full what with those protestors outside picketing on both sides of the issue. But it’s all been and done but the punching.”

“That’s right, Mick. Her opponent tonight is Levi Tavertson, the amateur Golden Gloves champion from Ashland, Kentucky. Levi is a solid puncher with excellent hands and footwork. Won every one of his fights to now. In his previous fights he’s had some trouble with defense, taking too many solid blows; how do you think that will affect his performance against Armstrong, Mick?

“Well, it raises the question of just how much power is Armstrong holding in her mitts. She’s gained a reputation as a knockout artist fighting against other women, but it remains to be seen how she’ll fare against the superior reach and strength of Tavertson.”

“Mick, the producers are going to get pissed again. They told you to play down the ‘men stronger, women weaker’ talk.”

“Speaking of outrage, at the press conference this morning, Tavertson had this to say...”

“Can’t say I know uh woman's thoughts from a deer tick in the driver’s seat, but boxing is boxing. Now momma done told me not to hit girls, but the ring is the ring, ya hear? The way I see it, I asked my girl Billie Lynn... she gave me full permission. Said, ‘Knock that lesbo out!’ Her words not mine. Well, I do every little thing my girl tells me. She’s always been right. So that’s what I’m fixing ta do. Sorry Sammy. Welcome to the man’s world. It’s a bitch!”

“Yes, quite the...speech...there. To that, Armstrong’s promoter responded...”

“So he’s got his girlfriend’s permission. Well, Sam has the boxing commission’s permission, and that’s all she needs to knock him clean out.”

“Strong words. Can Armstrong back them up? We’ll see.”

Ringside, Bret Clark was announcing the two headlining fighters. This welterweight bout was scheduled for six rounds. Tavertson, a spindly, down-home boy in red and gold trunks and boots, threw flurries of jabs while inviting all the boos and cheers onto him. In the opposite corner, Samantha was dressed in her choice blue top and trunks with white trim and white boots. Her hair was worn loose, partially to exacerbate her femininity, but also to show how, even with the handicap of hair in her eyes, she would still sweep this bout. Both fighters were uncharacteristically silent for the face off, completely confident in their abilities, assured that this mismatch wouldn’t go the distance. Both were right.

One last time before the bell, Cassandra reiterated to her fighter, amidst the frothing clamor of the arena, “I don’t care about a good fight. Annihilate this chump. Utterly and fairly. In one punch would be stellar. Show those commissioners they can’t get away with throwing a no-talent chauvinistic hick-dick like Tavertson at a world champion boxer, woman or not!”

“Careful, Cass,” Samantha smiled. “Your feminist is showing.” Her coach shoved in her mouthpiece. All that was left was the bell.

*****

Both moved smoothly out of their corners with little analysis of the other. The southpaw with his arms loose, pawing at what Sam realized was breast level. She maintained her sturdy half-crouch as if stalking. Tavertson stayed overconfident for about eight seconds. Samantha saw him pull back for a haymaker - took two seconds to be amused by the nickname she just came up with: the Hayseed with the Haymaker - and then stopped him in his tracks with a snapping left hook.

The blow wasn’t the hardest she could throw by any means, but it seemed to genuinely take Tavertson by surprise, so she kept up the mystery in their relationship with a right cross. When that seemed to just baffle him further, she stepped into a short right uppercut that had him bouncing into the ropes.

Samantha was getting into her groove now. As Tavertson rebounded, the female champ socked him with a right hook to the temple. Her follow up was vicious and vindicating. Her mitt thumped solidly into her opponent’s sternum, winding him, almost crunching the bone.

Truthfully, it mattered little. Tavertson had his defenses down at the start of the fight, and Samantha’s iron fists had already knocked most of the starch out of his shorts. Even as she pressured him steadily into his corner with staggering body blows, it occurred to her she could end things with one well-placed uppercut to his dangling porcelain chin.

Annihilate this chump! Screamed Cassandra over her rhetorical shoulder. She didn’t think it would be that easy, but there it was.

Samantha didn’t want that. After hearing this hillbilly’s attitude toward her broadcast over network television, she wanted to let him...linger. She sneered gleefully, keeping him foggy and bloodying him with her jabs for another two minutes.

Before the ten second warning whacked on the apron, Armstrong pounced. Stepping inside Tavertson’s shaky guard, she cratered his gut with a left bomb. The male contender blanched, shocked - not for the first time in the fight, true - before collapsing to his knees.

“Aww, come on!” Samantha shouted with rigorous ire. “Get up! I wanna know more about the man’s world. I thought you were gonna teach me!”

After the ref warned her away to the neutral corner, Tavertson managed to stand at the count of nine, but the bell rang to end the round before Samantha could finish this pitiful mismatch.

At the start of round two, Tavertson was up, but he was wet as a sponge and didn’t have much of anything left to give. Samantha was on the opposite end of the spectrum, though a tad miffed from the talking to that was waiting for her in her corner. Cassandra was more bloodthirsty than her. She should have been the one boxing this match.

The midnight-haired boxer moved in with some jabs that shattered his guard like a rotten picket fence. The friction of her red leather and hand speed sizzled a hissing percussive cadence on his rattling jaw. Eight mind-numbing and unanswered punches later, when it was obvious her opponent was out on his feet, she went for the throat with a right straight that rattled Tavertson’s jaw like one of his colorful southern sayings.

Fifteen seconds into the second round, Tavertson was cross-eyed, bloody and rubber-kneed. Samantha rocked him yet again, pounding a casual left cross against his temple. When he fell back a step, she planted her feet and alternated left and right jabs into his face, working up a bloody squall to a torrent of cheers and boos from the audience. A left cross threw Tavertson back into the ropes, where his arms hooked the top.

If he were clear headed enough to think, he would have regretted having his promoter encourage the ref to allow the fight to go long. He didn’t think he’d be pleading for a technical knockout.

Samantha snapped a right hook into Tavertson’s cheek. The female champ crushed him with a right uppercut to the body, raining down blows on what was now little more than a carcass hanging in a meat locker. Alternating crosses with quick, powerful uppercuts. A last lightning straight from her sinewy arm bent him bounced him back off the ropes. Tavertson’s eyes rolled back in his head.

Tavertson skidded around the ring for a moment, almost like he was trying to skate, before crashing face-first into the canvas. He tried to push himself up once, but his arms gave out and he dropped back to the mat. Samantha stood over him, fists raised, giving a perfect visual to her final declaration. It paid to have a loud voice sometimes:

“Who’s next?!”

*****

A joke. A farce. A fad.

A problem.

Such was the issue of this embarrassing debacle of a mismatch. It wasn’t even a fight. It made the ABC look foolish while thoroughly emasculating the pugilistic tradition they’d come to embody

A good portion of the men immediately following the bout bellyached for hours. Revoke her license. No. It was the cowards way out, and Armstrong had that bullheaded former activist of a promoter to stir up trouble should they act awry.

However, some were in favor of this outcome. Still others had more cunning iniquitous designs. One such treacherous suit leaned back in his executive chair. It wasn’t his intent to steeple his fingers. His hands just seemed to rest that way. “I’m on her side. Ms. Armstrong wants to know who’s next. Gentlemen...” he leaned over stack of dossiers. “... she wants to keep her license. This is boxing. Let’s make her fight for it.”
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The Tale of the Tape:

Levi Tavertson -
23 y/o
5’ 10”
152 lbs.
Southpaw
3-1-0 (2 KO)

Samantha Armstrong
24 y/o
5’ 9”
145 lbs.
Boxer-Puncher/Slugger
2-0-0 (2 KO)

The announcer had just finished naming the fighters standing across each other in the ring, but Samantha Armstrong couldn’t help but be lost in thought as she stood tall in her corner, the crowd just white noise to her as her mind began to wander. It had been a long time since she was positioned so low on a fight card, let alone in the opening match. Sam always took it as a small source of pride that her skill and abilities, as well as maybe some other factors, often kept her away from the undercard. Sam thought to herself that perhaps it was something she had taken for granted for a long time as the undercard was always reserved for up and comers needing experience, fighters past their primes looking for that last moment of fleeting glory, or fighters meant to give the crowd a break. The few times Sam was positioned on the undercard she found herself as a part of the opening fight. In Sam’s mind, as an opener, there was always an extra factor to her fights; setting the tone for the rest of the night, to get the crowd going, and to challenge everyone after her to follow her performance. Sam’s trainer Cassandra Langley frequently admonished Sam for her change of style to “set the tone” rather than fighting her own fight and focus solely on winning the match as was doing so again as the two found themselves the first act of a brutal multi-act theater.

But those feelings didn’t matter to the man standing at the opposite corner as her; a man as ugly as he was mean, a man who was bigger and stronger than her, a man by the name of Levi Taverston. The one, sole object on Levi’s brain that bounced back and forth infecting every facet of his mind and being; payback. The dull thud of his gloves punching together echoing over the static crowd noise as Sam could easily see that Levi just wanted the bell to ring and for the fists to start flying, his eyes never leaving away from Sam.
“Not the type of stare you’re accustomed to Sam?” Cass broke in, trying to break the tension and bringing Sam’s mind back into the fight and away from wherever it might have been wandering off to. Sam couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle, flashing her pretty smile as she did, but before she could properly respond the referee interjected himself.
“Fighters! To the center of the ring!” The ref yelling out, waving his hands, motioning for both fighters to join him. Sam turned towards Cass and responded instead with a little smile before Cass tapped Sam on the shoulder before the two made their path towards the center of the ring, Sam leading the way. Levi doing the same as his gaze never directing away from Sam. The rage boiling up inside of Levi with each step, his teeth digging deeper into his mouth guard, fists balling tighter in his gloves, his stride growing longer, eyes narrowing, muscles tensing, stomping, growling. Until Levi couldn’t hold it back any further, charging right in at Sam with fist cocked back. Sam, her fists pointed downwards, caught completely unaware until it was too late, Levi’s lust for revenge had struck as he lashed out, his fist crashing upwards into Sam’s chin, instantly snapping her head back as blood sprayed freely into the air. Cass gasped, instinctively clenching her fists before the arena gasped in unison preceding a mixture of cheers and howls of discontent as Sam hit the mat with a loud thud.
The referee quickly stepped between the two fighters as Cass fell quickly to her knees, checking on Sam, blood trailing down Sam’s chin from her mouth, eyes half open. The fight hadn’t even started and Sam was already down, and if the fight had started the ref would have counted to ten before Sam was able to finally come to thanks to Cass’ expert help, but Sam wasn’t quite all there as her head looked to be on a swivel with a far off look in her eyes.
“Huh bitch! Look at you now!” Levi taunted, waving at Sam to get back up to her feet and fight as the ref called out to the judges outside of the ring for Levi to be penalized as Sam, shakily, started to get back up to her feet with Cass’ help.

The message was clear, this wasn’t going to be a boxing match. This was going to be a fight, a war. The tone had been set.
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art courtsey of :iconohmega18:

Lizdeadpoolthesecond 

JessicaIzunaOtoshi 

Foster Corps crowd cheered as they announced Liz. "Ladies and Gentlemen here is LIZ " The Body Snatcher HIGGINS.


Liz focused on her jabs but occasionally waved and smiled at the at the spectators. While she wanted to warm up she figured it would be rude to not acknowledge the people who supported her.


She and her coach Brenda climbed in the ring. Tonight Liz  had thigh high boots with high heels on. When Liz had found out about “High Heels Night” she thought the idea was ridiculous as it would be difficult to fight in high heels due to the complex moves a boxer had to make via heels and toe motion.


However Liz's doubts about the existence of the event were cleared, when she saw Jessica and other boxers from Fosters and another organization called "Beat Rush Boxing"duking it out in the unusual boxing footwear. Compared to "tag team matches" or "classic night" this was a fairly normal boxing match. If you could call anything that Foster Corps does "ordinary".


Brenda spoke up while glancing at Liz's new accessory ,"so how are the heels treating you. I've never seen you in high heels before come to think of it."


Liz laughs, "thats because I generally wear only tennis shoes or the nicer looking flat shoes. I haven't really thought about wearing high heels for some reason. There not as tricky to move around in as I thought. I guess Fosters Reinforce must enhance balance."


"Or you're just naturally better at wearing them than most people. I see all the fellows in the crowd are drooling more than they usually are even you box topless and you haven’t even removed your robe yet. Those thigh high heeled boots really make you sexier if that's even humanly possible."


Liz just laughed and blushed as she did whenever Brenda glorified her figure or looks. She honestly felt that there were better looking girls than her even if she was in the cafegory one of the best looking girls.


Liz laughter  abruptly ceased when the announcer spoke up again."Ladies and Gentlemen a special guest from 'Beat Rush Boxing' who has started literally making heads roll, Jessica 'Nova Striker' Hawke.The obsidian robed figure walked to the ring under an equally loud hail if cheers. She displayed the same entrance as Liz had just done which was appreciating the fans that had been waiting for her to come back to Foster's to mowed down yet another girl who was brave enough to step in the ring with her. All the while was practicing her one two and jabs as well exactly like Liz.


She claimed through the ropes as well.


Liz and Jessica disrobe which was quite a sight to witness in itself. Liz's large assets where barely contained by her bikini top giggled when she removed her robe. To say everyone in the crowd was pleased would be a very mild way of stating the situation. Liz thought she was going to go deaf, mostly thanks to the fact her hearing was many times better than normal people.


Jessica disrobing was no less welcome as her assets where only a tad bit smaller but stilled bounced as freely when she removed her robe. She was also quite muscular as well.


The two gorgeous ebony skinned women head to the center of the ring for the usual ref rule lecture which they have heard at least hundreds if not thousands of times.


Liz met eyes with her slightly taller foe. She had witnessed vids of her on both Foster Fights and Beat rush boxing ,overpowering and confusing her opponent with her style changes. She determined that while boxing style Kaizen should be enough to neutralize the style change, she still decided that she'd exercise caution when she approached her offensively.


(Note:Kaizen a martial art style used by Nalgus Mercenaries and QN's officially known as the counter style)


Jessica thought as Liz did that her style of changing might throw off her fellow ebony skinned opponent but that counter style looked liked it was capable  of neutralizing styles that the user hadn't even had experience in fighting. Either that or the user was exceptionally good as clearly Liz was according to the Foster Fight vids she had seen.


********


The bell rang and then two ladies circle around each other.


Jessica activated analysis mode taking up an out fighters stance. Liz on the other hand, took a similar mode but assumed her typical counter style.


Jessica decided to see how scary this counter style actually was by shooting some jabs toward her dreadlocked opponent.


Liz bobbed right and left to evade the obsidian leather and returned with a few of her own jabs toward Jessica.


Jessica leaned and bobbed out of the way of the jabs and proceeded to follow by sending more jabs.


Liz then started to deflect the jabs downward and to the side with her out right held gloves.


This trading of and skillful of jabs lasted a full minute of the 3 minute round until Liz finally made an offensive move and took a big swing at the Nova Strikers head.


The Nova striker easily leaned out of the way of her shorter opponent s fist , coming within a few inches of the Jamaican themed leather and the attempted to counter with an uppercut directed at Liz's chin.


Liz whose eyes never left Jessica's arms even after her "miss" suddenly parried the glove out of the way and stepped forward moving Jessica's glove widely to the right putting the taller woman slightly of balance while delivering a walloping hook to Jessica's cheek.


Jessica's head was thrown to the side  considerably hard when the punch connected with her cheek, letting some saliva loose.


Jessica however recovered from the punch and was about to retaliate when she saw Liz press towards her yet again with an uppercut this time.


The punch was blocked by Jessica moving her muscular arms in the the form of a cross arm block.


Jessica then went to Liz's body with a double hook combo that Liz intercepted by dropping her elbows and letting the leather harmlessly but forcefully hit.


Liz then shot a one two that first punch of the one two was avoided by Jessica with a weave and then she attempted to counter the second with a straight of her own.


However Liz again was watching her taller muscular opponents arms and knocked down her opponents counter with her free glove and crashed a straight right into Jessica's forehead knocking off bits of sweat from it.


Liz again made a telegraphed right hook at Jessica's side.


Fearing that it might be another trap, Jessica steps back and unloaded a powerful straight right into Liz's unguarded stomach.


The smaller woman made a surprise grunt folded in half and nearly spit her mouth piece out. Out of the corner of her eye, she then saw the Nova Striker  pull forward and launch an unforgiving follow up right straight but luckily threw up her own left glove from her hunched over position in time to keep the punch from crashing into her face.


"Her reflexes are fast enough to  block from that position?"Jessica then decided it was probably safer to keep Liz  at a distance rather than remain in her range so that she can keep luring her in and parrying her punches. To this end she threw more jabs at longer ranges that are easily deflected by Liz.


Liz feints another head hunting straight but the statuesque darker skinned woman is on to Liz's counter style and she see's Liz going low with a hook to the rib cage.


Nova striker lowers her elbow in time for the punch to collide into her elbow.


The muscular woman now attempted to switch to a more offensive style a bit sooner than she planned to try to catch Liz off guard but Liz still watched her arms like she predicted the style change.


A hook to the body was parried away and the follow up attack grazed Jessica's face as she leaned to the right.


"I think I'm starting to get used to this weird style. Unless that's what she wants me to think."


Jessica picked at Liz head with a couple jabs that she knew would be deflected and then brought an overhand right down on Liz that she quickly deflected and arced her own power punch at Jessica.


Jessica knew the punch was coming so she temporarily adapted  Liz's style and deflected the punch to the side and sent a bomb directly into Liz's nose.


"I think I'm liking this style Jessica says to herself, I'll just add it to my list of styles to change from."


Liz's head flew back along with some spit and then the bell rang.


Liz headed back to her corner as did Jessica.


Liz plopped down on the stool and Brenda prepared to scold and praise her.


"Not one of the best first rounds Liz but I certainly didn't expect her to adapt to that style of yours so quickly. Despite that you got some hits in."


"In other words her rank and reputation in Foster Fights and Beat Rush Boxing Is well earned."


"Yeah Yeah, ranks and fancy titles are nice until you actually hop in the squared circle. Just keep bringing her to you." Brenda said matter of factly.


"Still she did use her own style against you so just be cautious of her and I don't even need to talk about her power she packing."


"No I think my aching nose and stomach pretty much says it all."

Brenda then attended to the blood under Liz's nose from the straight.


In the other corner Jessica stood with her assigned second.


"Keeping her at a distance was good but it still a bit dangerous to trade with her while she's using that style."


Jessica replied while panting ,"I think I'm getting used to it though.  though I don't really know all about it yet. It could all be a plot to get me comfortable so she can catch me when I slip up."


"And people say boxing is all about punching people in the face. Still she seems to falter just a bit when you let her come.to.you keep that up."


Jessica nodded and the bell for the second round started.
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:iconsharknob: brings you this epic story pic turned regular pic XD 

As you can see even after retirement Liberty Lane is still kicking much ass 
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hello guys I have received another masterpiece from the most talented :iconchou-roninx: in this third sequence of the fight between Liz (me) and Rui (Femboximania) Rui has unleashed a deadly uppercut to Liz's exposed chin after the shower of bodyblows (see previous pic) :noes: will Liz pull through the powerful shot or will the fight end in her loss? :( Stay tuned for the next part folks :)
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From the skwppv.com release "HIGHLIGHTS: VOLUME 5"...featuring Jessica Nova, Anne-Marie, and Ivy in a three-way pugilistic free-for all!
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A random shot of one of our most popular fighters!!!
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Title says it all, folks!
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“No, I strike a blow to my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.”

- I Corinthians 9:27


Folks, I present to you Deborah L. Kranz, drawn by the very talented :icontom-fembox: I went with him for drawing Deborah as :iconanbx: is inundated with commissions right now and so too busy himself.

Anyway, here are Deborah's specifics:

Age: 21
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 155 lbs.
Reach: 72"

Originally From: Jericho, West Bank
Current Residency: Atlanta, GA

EDIT4: Decided to change her ringwalk music, YET AGAIN.  Bruce Springteen's 'The Rising' is just much more fitting for her of her story, where she's been from having to fight off militant bullies as a young girl in the West Bank, to now keeping her inner demons spawned from that bound up as she plies her trade as pro boxer and iron worker.

Ringwalk Music: 'The Rising' by Bruce Springsteen: www.youtube.com/watch?v=9xk8QX…

Personality: Deborah is a woman of devout faith in Christ, of the Methodist denomination. What I can say at present is that there are a few practices from the Jewish Torah she still adheres to. Again, not certain exactly what at the present time. She discovered her innate boxing talents over the course of protecting troubled friends from abusive and dangerous boyfriends, and took up the sport more as a means to sate and control her enjoyment of fisticuffs, an enjoyment that she is not proud of. But, she takes solace in the fact she can search out boxing opponents who have problems outside-the-ring that she can help them with, by becoming a close and loyal friend with them after their appointed time in the ring together.

Physical Attributes: Deborah is unique in being of very large build for a woman, and she does not need much weight training in the gym as her occupation is that of an ironworker and welder. More specifically she works in crews that assemble the rebar steel skeletons of reinforced concrete structures and welds using the TIG, oxy-acetylene and stick/SMAW methods, which are more difficult to use than common MIG techniques. She therefore in the boxing ring has very large amounts of punching power and her best punches are quite capable of literally rattling and scrambling an opponent's brains or bruising/cracking ribs and causing internal injury if enough of them land to an average opponent's body. However, speed is not her strong suit as a result. Her mobility in the ring is less than average and her punches are lacking somewhat in speed.

General Fight Style: Because of her speed limitations Deborah knows going into a boxing match she is going to get hit and going to take some punishment, and so the bulk of her gym training is focused on hardening up her body and building endurance and stamina, as she prefers to take body punches than see an opponent's gloved fists connecting with her face. She does have a solid chin, but protecting her vision is her main priority defensively. She prefers to block and parry an opponent's punches, her dodging is limited, therefore its imperative her vision stays good throughout a fight. That is why she prefers to let opponents have body shots over letting them land to her face and she conditions her stomach and ribs to take tremendous abuse in a fight.

Offensively, Deborah strives to end bouts quickly, and so she likes to test an opponent's chin early with her powerful combinations. She'll go to working the body over for awhile and then try again on the chin if an opponent is able to withstand her initial assaults on their head. She boxes southpaw by preference, but can switch to orthodox if needed over the course a fight. Her favorite punch to knockdown or KO opponents with is the right cross or hook to the jaw or temple.

EDIT: Deborah considers sportsmanship to be of the highest priority when boxing. Therefore she will not go to an opponent's breasts willingly and will not immediately retaliate if an opponent lands a dirty shot on her. She will instead wait two times for the ref to take charge of things and clampdown on such behavior. It's only if a ref fails to enforce the rules on dirty punches will Deborah fall back on the old Jewish adage of 'eye for eye, tooth for tooth' and start paying back dirty punches and only at the level her opponent has taken it to. She will not escalate it. On breast shots, she consults with her opponent ahead of time on whether they are free game or not when the bell rings.

EDIT2: Now that I've posted up new material, it's been made known that Deborah's denomination of Christianity is Methodism.

:icondonotuseplz::iconmyartplz: <-- Seek my permission FIRST if you want to use her in a story.
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Newest commission from :iconanbx:, this is meant to be a companion picture to the post-fight hugging picture between Rin and Botan ( [link] ), 'cept here, we have a battered, bruised, and swollen Kagome as the winner helping an even more battered, bruised, and swollen Momiji, the defeated, around the ring for a curtain call so the crowd can applaud Momiji's efforts for five rounds of cringe-inducing slugging with Kagome.

A lot of people have commented to me that the biggest thing that stands out of several of the fights in GBT, and my non-GBT boxing stories, are the sportsmanship and respect the fighters show one another. The overall sense of fighters not having truly malicious intentions towards their opponent (except Kikyo and Tsubaki :XD:) they find refreshing to read, that on the whole nobody's trying to get revenge on everybody. That is not an accident, that is on purpose, as the biggest thing you can learn from not just boxing but all sports in general is respect for your opponent or opponents, and respect for themselves, because respect and praise for the efforts of others will take one far in life, no matter what legitimate career you may find yourself in, and I want my readers to get a sense of that.

Anyway, what's been happening with me? Well, the washer here at the grandma's gave out and I've been helping in the process of moving the washer and drier from the parents' to here, along with helping bro a little do a bit more work on the yard at the parents' place.

I believe I will be getting a new computer soon as this one I write this on is now showing signs I believe of nearing the end of its useful life at 3 1/2 years of age. I'm not worried about my data though as I continue to backup all my writings and my pictures once a week.
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:iconzeshgolden: was given this [link] lineart by :iconanbx: and commissioned to color it. Man oh man did he deliver!! Much thanks go to him! Now if I could find enough time isolated from the craziness of how normal life is to write, without needing to do things for anybody for a while. Alas, it may never happen, unless I MAKE it happen...
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Taking a break from promoting her possible appearance as the next Lara Croft, Megan flexes some muscle after being awarded the crown for top movie of 2009.

Thanks for looking!
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