Choi Jin-sun vs Eloise Prelati (D) - Arrival of the Queen!

[SeptaX1]

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Match Type: Cage Match

Rules: Victory by KO only. No Holds Barred.

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There seemed to be three inevitabilities in this life; death, taxes, and Jin-sun fighting a blonde French woman. Though, this was certainly no ordinary French lady nor opponent. This prospect put the exciting ravenette up against the renowned underground boxer Eloise Prelati, whom was making her debut in the organization of LAW. Admittedly, she was slightly amused as to why a prestiged fighter of the Prelati name would be making her grand first impression against a relatively unknown prospect such as herself. Yet, all that did not matter in the grand scheme of things for Jin-sun. Perhaps some pesky promoters wanted to set up the exalted champion with a quick and easy debut to get things off the ground running. Well, bad news for them, the iridescent menace planned to spoil the party for tonight.

Jin-sun was well aware of the sensual career of her French foe. Plenty of times she had tuned in to watch Eloise's fights with great emphasis on "research." Whilst it was a certainty that in the boxing setting the Frenchwoman would wipe the floor with her. However, there was going to be alot more to this battle than just punching, but she certainly had plans to try a hand at outboxing the boxer.

Her voracious appetite needed to be treated to this hell of a sculptured woman. Another beautiful piece of dough was ready to be pounded to make for a puffy and fluffy pastry. The raven-haired fighter excited herself with vivid imagery of her own fist digging into softened belly and making the blonde bellow with shocked ecstasy. The expressions of Eloise's face that Jin-sun had seen when watching her fights was in and of itself a sight she wanted to carve out by her own Machiavellian fists.

Her home, the cage, grew into vision as she stepped forward. Jin-sun was locked in the zone as a self-assured smirk and gleaming fearless eyes adorned her face. The lights ran down on the beautiful body she was truly confident in. Her proud set of defined abs were added to with a fun tensing for the cameras. It would be an intimidating figure to many opponents coupled with this permeating aura of killer confidence.

Jin-sun then took her steps up to the elevated octagon cage. Both fighters would be locked in by chilled steel mesh, ready to take on any weight brought down upon by the steaming hot bombshells. Waiting for her opponent, the well-toned woman would strike a couple different bodybuilder poses before treading towards the center of the match. In all this though, one thing resoundingly dominated the ravenette's mind. She was going to knock this girl out.

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[Echidnut!]

{Holy MOLY am I exceptionally sorry for the wait. Life took a crazy turn! Here is the post I've owed you for literal ever!}

She would be waiting not but a moment after her own arrival for the lights of the dimmed theatre of violence to be cut to an even shorter hue, leaving only the iridescent glow of the ramp leading outward towards the opposing backstage area from whence the young fighter Jin-Sun would have came from. This was a show after all, and Eloise Prelati would always make an entrance. It twas not her theme, which might seem counter intuitive to making her debut known but the music that addressed the audience and the ears of her opponent would be more of a symphony, a harmonic song as if addressing a queen. And it was, in fact, addressing a queen. A queen of violence, bloodshed, and pure unadulterated ass beatings. And through the hums and muses of the cacophony would expose the blonde queen herself.

New to wearing attire choice for a public ring, she had left her bustling bosom appropriately. . . "appropriately" hidden in an excessively tight sports brae esque spaghetti strapped top that seemed to be entirely spandex. The way in which it hugged to her bosom left many to believe that her breast were SCREAMING to escape but she gave no expression of discomfort upon her otherwise fully confident facial features, that wore naught but a calm smile and even a fan service like glimmer. Other than that the rest of her attire remained unchanged to her time in topless boxing arenas which was ultimately a G string that hugged deeply betwixt her "lower" cheeks and thigh high boots that snuggly bit at her otherwise fatty meat of her legs, beneath which layers of fat were refined and powerful muscles that didn't betray the expectations from the rest of her excessively toned body. Six pack abs traced with their lining so perfectly etched it seemed to be carved in stone, which was almost a betrayal of the rest of her softer features that gave "elegant woman" vibes instead of "amazonian warrior".

She would finally make her way down from the ramp, and towards the arena itself. Her steps were swayed, slow, and sensual. She was making the crowd beg for her, beg for the match to start with the anticipation due to the lagging walk she made to show off every inch and let it be etched into the minds of those that may witness. . . and for her opponent to appreciate as well. She was no stranger to fan service after all, which is why even upon reaching the roped barriers of the ring, she would spread her legs /wiiiide/ allowing for maximum separation of her plump behind to be soaked into every inch of the brain of all that bore their eyes upon her, all leading to her finally entering the staged arena to which the cage could finally, fully be placed down and lock both the battlers in.

This is where Eloise Prelati would take her place, standing in the center of the ring. A very familiar feeling as she sized up the choice cut of meat in front of her. Like a hungered, crazed predator her eyes would glance up and down her physique once again admiring what she'd be blessed with in this case. There was no special reason for this match other than the hungry mind of Eloise saying "this is something I want to break. This is something I want to devour~" which were the first thoughts that played in her head leading to this challenge. She would patiently wait, holding her fists up like a boxer on pure instinct with her right leg forward and left leg back, lowering her center of gravity and pushing her rear end out, until the time the bell would ring. Until then she seemed perfectly still other than her lips which would let out words of absolute poison in a foreign language.

"Je vais prendre plaisir à te briser, mon amour"

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{NSFW}

[SeptaX1]

Jin-sun could not exactly tell what the opponent said in her espoused native tongue. Presumably, it was words of fire, given the haughty reputation and notoriety that Eloise commanded. It was a taunt, fully backed up by her taller stature and lilywhite attire leaving little to the imagination. That body was a killer; it was plump and meaty. Eloise held an aristocratic aura with her presence. Unmoving in her stance, but clearly an existing layer of vixen sensuality. Though, the ravenette was far from intimated, if anything, it was incredibly hot. She was more than excited to go woman-to-woman with the blonde and show the famed boxer a good time. The rock-solid and brick-layered aesthetic of those abs laid completely bare in front of her eyes. They were crying for a gut crushing pummeling that would force viscerally hot screams from the amazonian debutant's throat. It was safe to say that Jin-sun wanted blood.

The Korean squared up to the opponent's position. She took a stance optimal for a quick rush on the larger adversary, wide and ready to take the war to her. Even with not knowing French, Jin-sun could tell her opponent had no kind words and was more than willing to give what she took.

"I dunno know what you're really saying. Guessing it's something sexy you're gonna do to me." She stared right into the towering blonde's eyes. "Though if you think you can wipe the floor with me...~" She smirked in an almost mocking tone. There was an energy of "you don't know what you got yourself into."

"This ain't boxing babe. You can't be saved by those pussy ass gloves anymore, this is a REAL fight.~"

The bell would reverberate its ring indicating that the match had begun. This verbal cue meant Jin-sun was immimently out for the former champion's pain. She would immediately begin closing the distance with a barreling speed, looking to take the debutant with a banging surprise. The Korean would put pressure on the Frenchwoman to make a quick decision as she approached, and bagged on her head movement to evade defensive strikes. By the time she would be in range, a feigned hook would be directed with the right before the true rush of strikes would be theoretically digging into the belly of the sensual fighter. A series of vehement fists to test her core.

[Echidnut!]

Eloise stood on the opposite side of the well received Choi Jin-Sun. She could see the same hunger and fire in her opponents eyes that her own beheld. . . a deeper meaning than just violence, but a sensuality in the violence~ Ohhhh Choi Jin-Sun must have wanted desperately to see saliva spewing from her lips, to see her guts pounded into a tender fat rather than hardened muscle, her body bent at her mercy. However, she would not allow such a thing so easily. Nay she was going to play up true to her own title as a previous champion in her underground boxing ring, and give this wrestler a show for the ages at the very least~

"Oh to the contrary babe~. I don't think I am going to mop the floor with you! I know I will, when I take you by the lovely hair and use your face to clean up allllll the sweat and spit you smear after I'm done beating you to a pulp~"

Eloise spat her poison filled words back at her opponent, she was quite accustomed to talking maximum shit and having no mercy or chill when it came to her opponents after all, though in a momentary surge of surprise, the bell rang and Choi showed /exactly/ how well versed in combat she actually was. Eloise however was no slouch either, and while entertaining defensive fighting sometimes, here she would also seek to be the aggressor and match the pace of her femme contender. And while the competitor feinted in with the hook, Eloise would not entertain a feint, nor would she entertain the incoming flurry towards her core, which would speak to impending damage no matter the cost! But they were here to FIGHT.

Who would want to avoid damage in a brawl? No, rather than meekly avoiding the blows and seeking shelter in defense looking for an opportunity to strike in return, she would flex her core tightly, her abs glistening out in an iron defense, while the bicep muscles of hers bulged in an unrelenting flex of strength, and she returned fire with a stomp inwards, throwing an upper cut straight towards the competitors guts as well! A cross counter if you would but to the guts rather than the face, and instead of a flurry of blows she would put all her body mass and strength into this one, singular, impaling mass punch! She was testing the others mettle, to see if she would commit to both these events occurring, or if she would back off and try to maintain her health pool without taking too much damage so early in the fight! Eloise truly was a reckless all in fighter who was always going to give her all~

"You are right babe, this isn't boxing. So my gloves can't save you~"

[SeptaX1]

If there was one thing Jin-sun followed, it was to never back down. She had already made up her mind 10 minutes ago with the fullest intent of smashing Eloise in her prized breadbasket. If it meant she had to taste a hearty knuckle sandwich served by the renowned breadbeater, so be it. When Jin-sun's bare and feral fists struck, it was like hitting brickwall, and it warranted no visible visceral pain. While she was certain there must have been some damage, it was likely that Eloise was all too familiar with gutbuster tactics. There was no howl of pain that she salivated for just yet. Those abs were very much as hard as their appearance. Moreover, the Frenchwoman's reaction came in the form of a cross counter that certainly should have been anticipated going into this reckless rush.

The ravenette's own abs were fully armed as they absorbed the wrath of the foxy boxer. There was an audible grunt from Jin-sun as the blonde's blow forced a loud smack against her tight and taut belly. It hurt and was probably one of the most venemous blows she has taken. She loved that. In reality, instead of pain showing on her face, the Korean only had a shit-eating grin, daring to leer the taller amazon in the eye.

"That's all a champion's got huh? I expected you to hit harder without the gloves. Get me to bend next time atleast~" Jin-sun bluffed with a tangible mix of desire, as if she heartily wanted to have a gut-wrenching blow concave right into her hot abs. Not that she would outright admit such kinky pleasures in this situation.

"And I bet boxing never taught you this."

The Korean would deliver a series of combos to keep up the pressure on the taller, but in her perception, less nimble boxer. She was not all too familiar with how skilled Eloise was in wrestling or MMA, but was more than happy to fuck around and find out. A kick would be slapped against the back of the taller woman's knee, ideally followed by a shin kick into the exposed waist. Sequentially, Jin-sun would hope to rush in on the hypothetically stunned Eloise and release a second wind of punches that attacked all areas of the body to force her down to the mat.

[Echidnut!]

Eloise was pleasantly surprised at the drive and dedication that her opponent carried in, still driving those blows deep into her abs allowing them to clap off on her sturdy rock hard body. She felt it reverberate through every muscle, and spasm through every fat cell lodged between. It was enough to make her upper fat mounds, i.e her bosom, bounce in response to just the sheer force behind every blow. Ohhhh she felt them for sure~ It wasn't enough to get her to cry out or even wheeze for air yet, but she felt the bite of those blows dig into the deeper pits of her. Her face was flushed however, she was endeared that the first few blows could find their path into her soul, which is why she obviously had to return the favor in kind with her blow!

Her fist dug into those well armed abs of the ravenette, she heard the breathe leave her. {Ahnnn. . .~ That's the sound I love. . . I'll bring more out} She thought to herself, as the femme competitor played it off incredibly well as if she was eating those punches for breakfast! The Korean adversary even grinned in response to taking the blow that would have sent most people reeling and begging for forgiveness, she offered spit and venom from her lips in return and asked to be made to kneel next time.

"Oh. . . I'll make you kneel my love~

She asserted to her dearly beloved opponent. A punching bag that could take the hits was something to be cherished after all, and someone who would be forcing her to throw all her weight into blows and not breaking? That was something to /love/. Which is why she pulled her fist back and resumed her stance, but by that point. . . Choi Jin-Sun had found her footing in approaching with mma rather than just pure boxing. I mean it was too be expected, this was a wrestling arena with different rule varieties, no one came here to box! The kick snapped against her leg right in the back of her knee, bringing out a "HNNG" from her lips as she began to tumble her weight down, which was followed by another kick to her exposed waist. She grunted again, it was deep, yet held a sensuality to it as if she was moaning from the impact of the kick.

Then came the rush, but that however. . . would be met with another counter. Eloise didn't just drop forward because of the kick, she decided to lean her weight in, so she could raise up with another THUNDEROUS upper cut straight into the /same exact/ spot she hit last time in the guts of her opponent. This time rather than just a straight punch she was thrusting it upwards like a spear, intending to upper cut her stomach so hard she could pull her from her feet with the blow and dangle her like a kebab against her fist. She wanted to break that core, and make her kneel juuuust the way she wanted~

[SeptaX1]

It was what Jin-sun would've wanted when she felt her shin slam into the leg of the towering Eloise, knocking the arrogant woman right off her high horse. It was exhilirating to dig another kick right into the woman's waist, an area with plenty of meat to tenderize, and that wonderful shocked gasp made Jin-sun wet on the inside. What a sadistic mind the naturally timid girl had, and she wanted to fulfill that bloodlust further now that she had the Frenchwoman in her grasp. It's always the quiet ones isn't it.

As she drove in for an inside hook though, Jin-sun would be flashed with a surprise. Unfortunately, it was not a pleasant one, as if Eloise's suffocated bra burst out and that magnificent French bosom exposed for the horny middleweight to oogle over. Reality begged to differ. Eloise had sunk due to the kick certainly, but all that did was allow the boxer to lower her center of gravity and place even more power behind a monstrous second counter strike. An uppercut, launching like a warhead, blew right through those rock-hard walls of steel. Jin-sun's eyes widened in shock, an audible grunt from a pryed open mouth...her loins charged in pleasured twitch. She felt that one. It all made sense now the pain Eloise's previous opponents felt. The Korean's pain was visible as she left the ground and bent over to that entrenched fist.

The blow's tremor left a true sting, one that in fact envigorated Jin-sun to do more. She understood at this point that the assignment was not just to hurt the regal blonde. The ravenette had to knock the queen off her throne.

In a hasty attempt to fight back, Jin-sun figured she had to start making things awkward for the debutant. Two blows to her conditioned abs was not going to be enough to finish the Korean off, but with Eloise bound to land more power shots like that, victory was difficult to reach. She could not just outbox the better boxer without making use of other tactics. Jin-sun would push herself to recover, to transfer the pain into adrenaline and pleasure. Having bent over prematurely, her arms fastened around the tall amazonian's thighs. She would subsequently thrust herself into Eloise's waist to go for a double leg takedown. If it succeeded, Jin-sun would attempt to follow up by mounting onto the blonde's waist. This would commence a furious ground and pound of strikes into the pretty face of the queen.